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**Thank God, she prayed silently.

Finally, Silvia's owner had time to take her to the groomer. She was starting to think she had been forgotten: already her brilliant white fur had grown long and unruly. Normally, only the fur upon her ears and tail were long and shaped neatly. Silvia desperately needed a cut, and a nail clipping. Her blasted claws clattered ungracefully each step she took upon the linoleum. What a disgrace. At least Mrs. Walton had taken the time to fasten the white diaper to Silvia's hindquarters.

The young Saluki could hardly blame the woman, however. Mrs. Walton had a lot on her plate with rich clients and oversea trips and high-society luncheons. The woman could hardly spend the time to ensure that Silvia was looking her best when the dog wasn't being shown off. Thankfully, a dinner was being planned; dogs welcome. All the upper crust would be there, parading their purebred show dogs.

Silvia truly enjoyed the company of show dogs. Well bred and behaved, they knew what was truly important in the world. Most of them, in this neighborhood, were Catholic like Silvia, but even those that weren't were polite. Refined.

With the notable exception of Outback, one of Mrs. Walton's neighbor's dogs. Sure, he was a purebred Australian Cattle Dog, and Mr. Creighton was certainly wealthy enough to attend the extravagant dinners, but Outback was neither Catholic nor well-mannered. In fact, he was crude! He always seemed to be laughing at Silvia, his bright pink tongue flopping out of his mouth, his pointed ears always held askew. And with that mottled blue-black, white, and orange coat, could anyone really be sure of his lineage? He looked half a mutt to Silvia! She softly said a prayer to God that Outback would be sitting this dinner out.

Mrs. Walton patted Silvia on the head, fastening a leash to her collar and gently cooing, "Time to get you all prettied up before the party at the Nielson's. I'm sure I can count on you to behave your best, my beautiful baby."

Silvia wagged her tail, having grown used to and fond of the attention. Besides, the two were about to take the short walk to Karl's Kut 'N' Kurl, and the Saluki enjoyed nothing more than showing off to the neighborhood dogs; they were such uncultured boors who could hardly appreciate true excellence in breed. Truly, strutting about the neighborhood is Godly work - community outreach! she thought to herself. She could show the little folk how dogs ought truly to behave.

Nose lifted high to mimic Mrs. Walton, Silvia trotted beside the high-heeled woman, making sure to lift her legs up with each, bouncing step. Yes, the two made a lovely pair, enough to be the envy of any dog.

Silvia had hardly walked a step before she encountered the first destitute little tramp of the journey, a fairly sturdy looking Dalmatian wandering the street alone. Worse, one whiff was enough to tell the Saluki that the stranger was in heat. Scandalous! Mrs. Walton got one look and scoffed, picking up her pace. No free-roaming dog was worth bothering to impress, so Silvia just looked away and hoped the sad, little creature knew her place well enough not to speak.

No such luck, she groaned. The loose canine had the gall to say, "I've been locked out of my house - can I stay in your yard for just a few minutes?"

With a sniff, Silvia scoffed, "Wandering outside alone, in heat? You deserve what you get, you mongrel." The Saluki gave one last, parting sniff of disdain, and walked right by. Let that tramp know what God thinks of her, and her lewd behavior!

Silvia tried to put the coarse, spotted bitch out of her mind, but how could she? Every male dog she passed on the way to the groomer might have sampled that Dalmatian's 'wares', so that each time she caught a glimpse of another dog she was forced to wonder what the world was coming to. Are there not leash laws? Where are the dog-catchers? Surely such creatures shouldn't be allowed to breed.

Yet most dogs didn't seem to give two thoughts about purity of breed. Why, half the males she passed took quite too long a look at her as she passed by, and some even dared to approach quickly, and sniff at Silvia's diaper. As if a pure Saluki would let some mongrel breed her. When Silvia finally bred, it would surely be with another, pure-white Saluki. In her daydreams, Silvia had always hoped Mrs. Walton would find the perfect mate, and they could marry and produce litter after litter of perfect, white little pups.

Before she knew it, they were at Karl's Kut 'N' Kurl, walking into the lobby. Cleanliness, as they say, is next to Godliness, she thought, and Silvia felt more divine just by stepping into the pristine place from the dirty streets. The floor sparkled, the chairs were sturdy and beautifully upholstered, and the gentle scent of pine flitted through the perfect air. What a place!

"Hello, Karl," Mrs. Walton said. "Here's my little baby."

The man behind the desk had a large moustache, and frizzy hair, but Silvia knew him well. She felt comfortable with the man, and while she'd only known him for almost two years, that was the entirety of her short life. In some ways, Silvia knew Karl better than she knew Mrs. Walton! The large man knelt and removed her leash, patting her between the ears. He knew that she was well-behaved. "How's my little girl doing, huh?" he asked her.

Silvia knew he couldn't understand, but still replied with a polite, happy yip.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Walton, we'll get your pretty girl back to beautiful in no time. You can pick her up this afternoon."

"Thank you, dearie," said she, "I want her looking stunning for tonight's party! She'll be the envy of all the people there!"

"And the dogs, too, no doubt," Karl agreed.

Mrs. Walton left, then, returning to her busy job. Silvia wasn't sure exactly what Mrs. Walton did, but it must be important. The woman barely had any time at all to spend with her dog! Perhaps the old woman was doing community outreach, showing off her wealth and good breeding to boorish humans.

Karl flipped open the counter door and lead the Saluki to the back room, where all the hard work was done. The brilliant white room was as clean as the vet's office, any stray hairs sweeped up between visitors. A wall of cages stood nearby; three of the eight kennels were occupied by dogs awaiting their owner's return. Silvia didn't bother to look - surely none of them could match her beauty.

Silvia stretched out, waiting obediently for Karl to pick her up. He did so, and she felt sure in his strong, practiced arms. The big man lifted her with ease onto the large table. A soft cloth covered the surface, for her comfort, and to pick up the clipped hair, and a metal bar hung above the table with bonds for unruly dogs. Karl had never needed to restrain Silvia, of course.

Rii-ii-ii-iing!

Silvia glanced at Karl, shocked at the interruption of his cell phone.

"Finally!" Karl exclaimed. "I...I need to... Shit, sorry girl," he apologized, looking at Silvia. She cocked her head, curious. "Look, Silvia - I have to go; my wife is in labor! Don't worry, I'll get Maxwell to do you..."

Karl had always seemed to understand dogs to a much greater degree than most humans. Silvia whimpered, but the man said, "I know, he's not as good as me, but he needs the practice, and I have to go. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

To Silvia, that question wasn't rhetorical, but before she could protest, Karl was calling to the back of the pristine dog salon. "Maxwell!? Max!?"

A young man came bursting through the doors a second later. "What is it, Karl?" His short, curly black hair tangled over his ears in a rather unpleasant way, his clothing worn haphazardly at odds with the beauty and cleanliness of the rest of the establishment. Still, he had hopped to fairly quickly; perhaps he wouldn't be so bad as Silvia suspected.

Karl said, "Karen's in labor. I have to go. You're up, Max."

The young man's eyes went wide, and he straightened up. "Of course sir! And may I be the first to congratul -"

"No time for that, Max. This is Silvia, and she needs her usual cut. Keep her tail -"

"I know her, sir, and her cut."

"I - oh, good," said Karl, stumbling in a very uncharacteristic way. "And the Dachshund, she needs her nails -"

"I know sir. Just go! I won't let you down, Karl," the young man replied.

Karl ambled over to get his keys from the drawer of his desk. "Yeah, thanks...thanks Max. I'll be back whenever...you know. Oh, and don't forget to -"

"Go!" Max urged, and Karl nodding, stumbling out the door on his way to his car.

All of this perturbed Silvia quite a great deal! She had no idea who this...this Maxwell was. She wanted Karl and only Karl! She glared at the young man, who was breathing heavily already, the excitement of the moment making his hands tremble. Well, great, Silvia thought, shaky hands make the greatest barbers!

"Let's just get you hooked up, you beautiful creature," Max said, reaching for the harness.

Silvia was conflicted. The harness!? she thought, indignantly. Karl had never needed the harness. Still, that human had a good eye for quality dogs. She decided to be affronted by the straps anyway. Sure, she had no real choice in the matter, but that didn't lessen the importance of the Saluki's opinion. She lifted her head and scoffed as the man slide the first strap of the harness around her midsection, and then tightened the second section around her slender abdomen. Like it or not, Silvia was suspended on all fours.

The man walked to the only door and locked it, turning to the workbench. While Max was prepping his tools, Silvia made a most obnoxious discovery, as a sudden, rather familiar voice called down from one of the kennels.

"So this is what you look like between public appearances. Wish I could take a picture to show the others, but I don't have a camera. Or hands. How would you say it? 'My hair is positively a mess!'?"

Silvia deigned to look up at the Australian Cattle Dog she knew she'd see in the kennels above. Outback was grinning ear-to-ear down at her. Karl must have already groomed him; what justice that he would be groomed by the expert and she would suffer at the hands of Maxwell? "So Mr. Creighton decided to take you to the dinner party again. I always said the man had bad taste."

Outback wagged his tail at the mention of his owner.

Two cages over, a noise came out. "Well, I think she looks just fine as she is."

Silvia looked over to see the young wiener dog bitch. She was a fawn color, smooth-furred creature, but was far too large to belong to the miniature show group, and far too small to be standard. She was obviously a mere pet, then. Around her rump she, too, wore a white, cloth diaper. Silvia curled her upper lip and said, "How many medals have you won?"

Cocking her head, the Dachshund said, "Medals?"

The Saluki made a great show of rolling her eyes, and said, "I don't need beauty opinions from a mutt."

The mutt dropped her jaw, but Outback interrupted. "Don't worry, Cherry. I've won medals and she doesn't like me, either. Consider her dislike a badge of honor."

"Besides," said a new voice, from the next kennel down, "I like you a lot."

Silvia gasped when she looked down at the new speaker, and nearly fainted. Thankfully, the harnesses were in place, or she might have spilled from the table. Inside the kennel was a mutt of mutts: wiry, fluffy short fur covered its small body, and the color seemed a random mix of tan, black and white as if a tornado had struck the sad creature. Pointy ears stuck off its head, and the fur was longer about the face, making a rather peculiar moustached look.

"What...in the name of God above...are you?" Silvia asked, astonished.

The abomination in front of her glanced down at her, ears up, eyes smiling, and said, "My name's Reddy. Well, my pa was an Affenwich and -"

"A what??"

"An Affenwich. Affenpinscher crossed with a Norwich Terrier," he said so casually that Silvia had to blink three times to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

She took a stab in the dark and said, "And you mother was a rat?"

Reddy laughed. "Close! A chihuahua! So I guess that makes me a..."

"Chihauffenwich?" suggested Cherry.

Outback chimed in with, "Affenchihuawich?"

"A mutt." Silvia said, feeling the need to retch.

Cherry protested meekly, "Well, I think he's cute."

Silvia didn't even want to think about that. She just looked away from the three dogs and pretended not to hear them. Luckily, Maxwell had finally finished collecting his tools, and none-too-soon. Already the harness was abrading her fur, and she'd be shocked if there weren't permanent damage! Silvia tried to stand up like at a dog show, holding her tail up and straight.

"Here you are, my dear," Max said, grabbing the scissors. "We'll get you clipped up in no time." Silvia counted in her head, but 'no time' had already passed. "Let's just get this diaper off..."

Silvia shivered. Sure, Karl would have removed her diaper as well, but she trusted Karl. She decided to huff impatiently while Max began to cut away the disposable cloth. He was having trouble getting the scissors to slice through, and Max was strangely rushed. Finally, with a grunt of frustration, the young man simply grabbed the half-cut diaper and ripped it off of her into two pieces, tossing the remains onto the ground.

Needless to say, Silvia found this maneuver rather crude.

For several seconds, nothing happened. Confused, the Saluki looked over her shoulder as best she could in the harness, and saw the man standing behind her, just looking her over. Planning the haircut? Another ten seconds passed with no change, with Max just scanning Silvia's hindquarters. Then, he said, under his breath, "Beautiful."

Silvia wrinkled her brow. Slowly, she lowered her thin, long-haired tail, resisting the urge to curl it between her legs, her heart suddenly racing. What was the man doing?

Max shook his head as if to clear it, and said, "Alright, let's get this haircut done with."

She had to admit, at least, that Maxwell worked quickly and effectively, despite his trembling hands. He started clipping along her ears, careful not to nick her delicate skin while trimming the long, wavy white curls to roughly the right length. Elsewhere, he trimmed to the delicate, short length to which she was accustomed, beginning at her chest and legs. White fur fell in soft heaps beneath her.

Finally, the young man began trimming the hair on her hind legs, going slowly and more deliberately. Silvia knew that her inner thighs were an absolute disgrace - long, untamed white hair pointing out in every direction. As much as she wanted to dislike the unfamiliar human, she certainly appreciated the care he took as he trimmed around her rump. His warm hands gently gripped long sections of hair, pulled it straight before - clip! - it fell away, leaving her soft-furred abdomen clear and visible, the faintest of her pink skin showing through.

"There you go, girl...almost done..." he said, his tongue sticking out at he concetrated.

Silvia kept her tail lofted to ease Max's job, standing tall and rigid as he clipped carefully around the Saluki's heat-swollen mound. Cold metal slid shut mere millimeters from her sensitive flesh, but Max made sure not even to graze her. He put down the scissors.

And then he did graze her.

Silvia gasped at the sudden, warm pressure against her spade, looking over her shoulder with perked ears. She couldn't see, but she could feel as Max ran his index finger gently across her quivering lips, circling her wet opening. She let out a whimpering yelp. What on earth was he doing?

"You like that, girl?" he said, glancing over toward the locked door. "You're such a beautiful bitch."

A second finger joined the first, teasing at her folds. Silvia whined and struggled against the harness, but she couldn't go anywhere. This is not okay! she thought.

The general murmur from the nearby kennels suddenly came into focus. Silvia, looking over her shoulder, could see the three dogs in their kennels break off their conversation, interrupted as Outback exclaimed, "Wait...what is that man doing?"

Silvia felt all eyes on her, now, heat rushing to her face as she stood helpless while Maxwell gently caressed her swollen vulva. The table was facing away from the kennels, and at an angle, so that the three dogs could see everything beneath her tail, and also Silvia's shocked expression as she looked over her shoulder.

"Oh God, help me," the Saluki whispered to herself in disbelief.

No divine help came for her, as Maxwell suddenly pushed firmly forward with one finger, up and at an angle into the young bitch. Three gasps rang out as Silvia whined. Her virgin folds spread easily for Max, sliding wetly and tightly around his slender digit. Instinctively, the Saluki couldn't help but raise her tail up and to the side, though Max was about as far from her dream mate as he could be.

Reddy said, "Woah."

"Maybe he's trying to remove the stick from her ass," Cherry said, bitterly.

"Well, then he's looking in the wrong hole!" Outback cried.

How humiliating! she thought. How dare Max think to take such liberties with her, a pure-bred Saluki, owned by none other than Mrs. Walton? Worse, Outback would be at the party tonight; everyone would know! This couldn't get any more horrible!

Max pushed a second finger inside of her, stretching her apart with a wet schlorp. He pushed deeper this time, and Silvia had never felt more violated. Getting her temperature at the vet was a walk in the park compared to this! Maxwell was some sort of...some kind of sick deviant.

She tried to shake off her harness, but she knew she would fail. She couldn't do anything to stop him as he probed her untouched sanctuary, some uncultured clod of a human despoiling her in the worst way imaginable! With another push, he slid an inch deeper, and his bony fingers grinding directly up against the Saluki's clitoris. Despite herself, she gritted her teeth and began to hump her hips.

"Oh, wow," Max said, feeling her clench and thrust around his fingers. "I've waited for this for so long."

The wiry-haired mutt yelped, "Look at her go!" and Cherry chimed in, laughing, "Looks like she likes it!"

Silvia glared at the Dachshund and whined, "No, I don't! Please...stop him!"

As if by some miracle, Outback agreed, saying, "This isn't a joke, Cherry. C'mon guys, let's see if we can't get out of these kennels...or at least knock one over. She needs help."

"Alright..." Cherry said, reluctantly.

The three dogs began clawing, pushing, and jumping against their kennels, but with no immediate success. Silvia whimpered, praying to God that those disgusting creatures might manage to come to her aid in time.

Maxwell, meanwhile, pulled his fingers free, oblivious to the racket going on behind him. He only had eyes for Silvia. "Oh, God, you're beautiful. Don't worry, girl, I'll take good care of you."

Silvia had a markedly different take on what 'good care' was. She watched, jaw dropped, as the man began to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. She yapped, "No, stop! Not that!"

Maxwell heard her cries, but simply said, "Patience girl, I'm coming."

Apparently the situation could get worse! Silvia could hardly believe the human was undressing behind her. He's going to...he's really going to fuck me! She tugged and pulled on the bindings that held her on the metal table, but the soft leather restraints held, and the metal bar overhead offered no signs of budging. Outback and the others were making no progress, either, and time was up.

Max stood naked behind her, his cock standing rigid from his body. Silvia shook and whimpered and whined, but this only made the man think she was eager. "Oh, God," she prayed, "No! This is an abomination!" How can this be happening!? Have I not always been a faithful Christian? Silvia felt strangely alone, despite the other four inhabitants in the room.

The man moved to her side, running his hand through her freshly clipped hair. "Good girl," he cooed, lifting himself until he was sitting on the edge of the table. Then, he lay back and began to slide his naked body beneath the Saluki, lifting her gently upward. Even if Silvia had thought to bite him, the restraint around her neck and shoulders would have prevented it.

For a moment, she dangled uselessly in the air above him, held aloft by his strong, warm hands, and then he let her down. She had to stretch her hind legs wide to straddle him, her paws resting on his smooth chest. She shivered, whimpering as Max ran his hands down each of her sides until they stopped around her slender waist.

"I've never had the place to myself until today. I knew it would happen eventually, but I didn't know I would be so lucky for it to happen when you were here, and when you're in heat," Max said. "I've wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you."

Silvia groaned, glancing over her shoulder at the dogs, praying silently for a miracle.

Crash!

At that precise moment, Outback slammed into the side of his kennel, and the whole thing came crashing down onto the tile floor. Max looked up, startled, watching in shock as the cage rolled to a stop, still facing the table. Outback scratched at the door, which was bent but not broken. He was still trapped.

Max said, "Holy shit! You gave me a heart attack!" He was panting, but not all of it was from shock. Max cleared his head and said, "What's gotten into you, Outback? Whatever it is...it can wait." He turned his eyes back to Silvia.

"No!" cried Silvia and Outback at the same time. The Australian Cattle Dog whined and scratched at the door, trying desperately to get out. Silvia looked down at the man in horror, even as she felt his hands slide up to the harness around her waist. He removed the clasp from the bar, and through the entire strap onto the ground, landing in a mess of Silvia's clipped hair. Silvia's hind legs were free, but before she could try to escape, two strong, heavy hands grabbed her hips.

"Oh, God, no! Not like this! It was supposed to be a tall, white Saluki!" she whined as Max pulled her hips lower and lower, toward his waiting, turgid cock. She might not have regularly gone to mass, but she knew enough to know that bestiality was a mortal sin. She gave one last, silent prayer.

Only a second into her prayer, she felt his soft tip touch her heat-swollen pussy, and a second later, he'd pulled her all the way down until her hips were flush with his. Silvia tossed her head back and wailed, thoroughly impaled by the man's rather sizable cock. All her dreams about this magical moment were instantly shattered in her mind, replaced by Max's sturdy, throbbing invader.

Max groaned, "So tight!" through gritted teeth, while Silvia began a slow, steady chant of "No, no, no..." trying to deny the reality of what was happening to her. She was losing her virginity to some mere human, in plain view of three dogs! How I wish I were home!

In the harness, the only part of Silvia that could still move was her hindquarters, and at Maxwell's hands, these began a rapid rhythm of rise and fall. Weakly, she continued to struggle, but the remaining straps held as firmly as ever. The horny man slammed his hips up against her, groaning like only a human could. His fleshy organ pumped in and out, sending a loud schlup, schlup, schlup echoing across the small, enclosed room.

With her tail instinctively raised and out of the way, the other dogs could see everything. Even on the ground, Outback could look upward and see her busy, aching pussy stretch and contract with each thrust.

Cherry and Reddy were still clamoring at their kennels, but to no avail. Even the Dachshund's curved, digging claws were useless. "We can't get out!" cried Reddy.

"It's hopeless," Cherry said, and Silvia could swear she heard a little twinge of satisfaction in the wiener dog's voice.

"I'm sorry, Silvia," Outback whined, nudging at his kennel in vain.

This is it, then, she thought to herself. She was to be raped by a human. She whined in desperation, feeling a heat stirring deep inside of her. Again and again Maxwell was grinding up against her clitoris, and Silvia couldn't hold back any longer. With a yip, she began rolling her hips up and down with each thrust, squeezing down around the man's pleasure stick. She was in heat, after all, her entire body primed and waiting to be bred.

"Please, God, forgive me!" she whined, knowing she was engaged in three very important sins. Willingly or not, she was having sex before marriage, the male wasn't even the same species, much less breed, and worst of all, she was enjoying it. Try as she might to deny it, the man's bulging dick was igniting a fire inside of her. Mating was for pure-bred puppies, not enjoyment.

Yip!

The three dogs watched in grim silence as Silvia panted and moaned, humping up and down on the man's cock. When Maxwell reached up and undid the other restraints, wrapping his arms around the Saluki, she didn't even think to resist. She pulled tightly into his embrace, quivering. Her puffy folds tingled with pleasure each time his wet cock spread her vagina achingly apart.

Yip!

Max hammered deeper and deeper into her untried passage, rubbing every last inch of her pussy until she felt like she was going to explode. He was moaning as loudly as she was, now, rolling his hips in gentle circles. He pulled her so tightly her strangely erect nipples brushed up against his smooth skin. Her tongue dangled uselessly from her mouth, as she dropped her jaw, and...

Aaaa-oooooh!

Silvia howled, her entire body shuddering. She clenched hard around his shaft, trembling in his warm embrace. Max rewarded her first climax with a sudden, audible splurt! that made the onlooking dogs wince. Hot, bubbling cum splattered her insides, greasing her passage for his still eager thrusts. He pounded her with no resistance, groaning with each additional spurt he added to her fertile womb. At least he couldn't knock her up!

The Saluki gritted her teeth and milked Max for all he was worth, which turned out to be not that much. Silvia was still whining in ecstasy when the man pulled free of her, her pussy lips slurping closed. But Max didn't just get up when he was done with her. He kept her in his arms, petting her gently as she continued to cum. He was nonplussed by the growing wet arousal spilling out onto his stomach.

Only when she lay on him, panting but otherwise still, that he finally spoke. "Good girl," he praised. "I hope I was enough to satisfy you."

Silvia lay dazed, gasping for air. Then, she remembered the other dogs, watching her. Heat flooded her face, and Silvia jumped up so suddenly, that Max lost his grip. Before he could grab her, she had jumped onto the floor and backed away from him, keeping the metal table between her at the leering faces of the mutts in the kennels. She would never forgive them for witnessing what they'd just seen. She felt she could have borne the trial, had she been alone, but she could not face Cherry's leering eyes. And once Outback told everyone at the party...she would be ruined.

Max sat up on the metal table, looking over at Silvia, but before he could read her body language, he noticed the continuing noise from the other three kennels. He glanced over at Outback, quickly examining the purebred cattle dog, speaking softly, "Are you okay? What's gotten into you?"

Then, he looked over at Cherry and Reddy. The Dachshund still rattled at her cage, even though she was far too late to make any difference for Silvia. Max walked over to her, peering into the cage, and said, "Oh, I think I get it. Two bitches in heat, two intact males wanting in on the action. Look, Cherry, I know you're jealous, but I can't really help you out; you're not my size, and you know I'd get in trouble if I let either of the dogs have you."

Silvia dropped her jaw. That mutt avoids getting raped by this pervert for the simple fact that she's too small? Besides, the Saluki could still remember the throbbing girth of the hundred and eighty pound man spreading her apart - she was hardly his size either. Where is the justice? Honestly, Silvia would have felt a lot better if Max went and violated Cherry.

"Unless..." the man said, suddenly, looking over the index cards placed on each kennel. "Would you look at that!" he exclaimed. "You two are next door neighbors. No one would suspect Karl's Kut 'N' Kurl if you got any...unexpected arrivals. What kind of person would I be if I hogged all the fun?"

Cherry glanced toward each of the other dogs, confused. "What is he saying?" the Dachshund asked, nervously. Before anyone could speak, Maxwell was opening up Cherry's kennel. He grabbed the small, squirming dog and carried her over to the table. Learning from his earlier difficulties, he simply grabbed Cherry's diaper and ripped it off, revealing the pet Dachshund's disproportionately large, y-shaped folds.

Silvia watched, hopeful that the little bitch would get what she deserved for her earlier comments, but Max only gazed beneath the struggling wiener dog's tail for a moment before he picked her up again. Without a word, he carried Cherry over to Reddy's kennel, popped open the doors, and shoved the Dachshund in with him. Max locked the door, saying, "Have fun!"

The two small dogs jaws dropped, and they stared at each other, frozen. Then, Cherry looked away, saying, "Oh, my..."

Reddy coughed, backing up in the cage. "Gee, uh...Cherry. I don't know what to say..."

"Uh..." she replied.

He stammered, "I won't...do anything, uh...anything you don't want. Ahem. Of course."

Flopping one ear away from her eye, Cherry took a step toward the mutt, her tail slowly wagging. "Will you...do what I do want?"

Reddy yelped, and said, "Y-yes...!"

Meanwhile, Max kneeled down next to Outback's kennel. "Let's see...1341 Rosebud Street. You know, you don't live more than a block from Silvia's house. You fell - literally - head over heels for her. I admit I'll be jealous, but if you want her, go get her." With that, the man opened Outback's kennel, then turned to get his clothes back on.

Tentatively, Outback stepped from the cage, Silvia's eyes wide. "Oh no, you don't!" she cried.

"Relax..." he said, stretching his legs.

"I'll not relax! I'll not have ugly, mottle-furred little mutts for my first litter. You come any closer and -"

The Australian Cattle Dog just rolled his eyes and said, "Look, I'm not saying you don't smell nice, but really...you're not really my type."

Silvia blinked. Not his type!? "Y-you would be lucky to have a purebred champion like me," she protested lamely.

"What," he asked, stepping closer, "now you're trying to convince me to fuck you?"

"No!" she exclaimed, horrified. "No. It's just...well, look at me! Who wouldn't want to be with me?"

"Look, Silvia, I think you're in shock. Are you okay?" he said, standing only a few feet from her.

"No, I'm not okay!" she screeched. "Did you see what that man did to me!?"

"I know...I'm sorry. I wish I could have helped you." He reached a tentative paw out to touch the Saluki's shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

"I'm sure," she said, bitingly. "And miss out on a juicy bit of gossip for the party..."

"Silvia..." he protested.

Maxwell had recovered his clothing, and was watching the others' kennel. Silvia glanced up there to see, in disgust, that the Affenpinchwich or whatever it was, was lapping lewdly at Cherry's...well, cherry. The short-furred, tan Dachshund had her stubby legs spread wide, whimpering, "Oh, God, Reddy, where have you been all my life?"

Between deep, eager licks, the mutt managed to say, "Next door," with a bit of wry humor.

But Maxwell soon lost interest in the slurp, slurp of Reddy's tongue inside of Cherry, and turned back to Silvia and Outback. He blinked, and walked toward them. "What's wrong, Outback? Is she playing hard to get?"

"Hardly!" Silvia gasped, backing away from both males. But where could she go? She was trapped in the room. In seconds Max was kneeling down next to her, strong hands grabbing her shiny collar. Though Silvia tugged and pulled, she couldn't stop the man from turning her around, angling the bitch until her rump was directly facing Outback. Max even used his free hand to hold her tail out of the way, encouraging the cattle dog with, "Come on, boy, come and get her!"

She couldn't have bit the hand on her collar if she'd tried, and he was far too strong for her to resist. She couldn't even see Outback behind her. But at least she could still talk! "You better not be looking at me, or even thinking about me, mutt."

Max talked over her. "Here, Outback. Up! Up! Give her what she needs."

Outback said, "I'm not, I'm not, honest. I just wish he'd stop...stop commanding me. I don't like to disobey orders."

"Well you're just going to have to tough it out, idiot. I'm in heat. I swear I will not stand for getting pregnant with your disgusting little pups," she growled, pushing futilely against Maxwell.

"Hey!" Outback yelped.

"Outback!" Maxwell shouted. "Come on, look how much she wants you! Bad dog!"

Silvia heard Outback whimper at the two words no pet ever wants to hear. With a monumental effort, the Saluki managed to turn her head enough to glimpse him. He was staring straight between her legs! Below him, she could see his red tip poking out. How dare he?

Outback saw her look and whined. "I promise, Silvia, I won't -"

She barked, interrupted with, "You'd better not! I wouldn't want to be caught dead with the likes of you, and God forbid you get to breed me! Go back in your kennel. Better Maxwell again than you!"

With bared teeth, the Australian Cattle Dog said, "You know what, Silvia? Fuck it. I've been nothing but nice to you since the day we met, and this is what I get, when I'm struggling as hard as I can to hold back? Well, fuck you. And I mean that in every way."

Silvia snapped her jaw shut, eyes bulging as she looked at the furious cattle dog. Max held her firmly rump first to the dog, who walked forward with purpose. He can't mean to -! she thought, her whole body trembling helplessly at his approach. She knew she couldn't trust the crude, ugly working dog! The smug satisfaction of being right about Outback drowned quickly in the rising tide of horror - he was going to rape her!

"No, stop!" she yelped, but Outback didn't slow for a second. She rattled off excuses, hoping anything would stick in the big lug's empty head. "I'm in heat! We're not married! This is a sin!"

Outback growled, "I'm not Catholic - I'm just a dog. Like you are. And maybe before you cry 'sin' you should look at your own actions, you stuck up little bitch."

"But - wait!" she cried, as the Australian Cattle Dog began to climb onto her proffered rear end.

Cherry was glued to the seen, pressed up against the kennel doors as she watched with grim satisfaction, even while Reddy continued to lap deep into her swollen pussy. The Dachshund said, "Looks like that cunt is finally going to get what she deserves!"

"Aww, Cherry, don't spoil the moment," the Reddy said, licking his chops. "I want this to be about us."

She looked over her shoulder at the mottle-furred male and said, "You're right. I love you..." lifting her thick, waggly tail and dangling her wet rump in the air.

"Um...uh..." he said, his glistening cock dangling free between his short legs. "Are you...ready?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "Are you?"

Tail wagging, the mixed-breed climbed on top of the wiener dog, pressing his oversized cock up against her trembling folds. He whispered in her ear, "I was born 'Reddy'." He waddled forward, sliding home inside the little virgin bitch and making Cherry squeal.

Silvia, meanwhile, trembled beneath Outback, who scaled up her body until the bulk of his weight was resting on her shoulders. Maxwell was all praises, and Outback's tail was wagging furiously as his hips brushed up against hers. She felt the pure heat of his loins pressing up between her legs, his bony tip brushing roughly up against her clenching spade.

Outback chuckled. "I was going to say, 'I've never done this either,' but I guess you already have..."

Somehow Silvia didn't see the humor. She gasped desperately, "Outback! Stop! You can't do this to me!"

"Yes, I can," he said. To emphasize that point, the cattle dog swung his hips forward, slamming his throbbing tip right into the y-shaped cleft of her cunt. His fat cock impaled her, forcing her fertile passage apart with a loud squelch! Silvia tossed her head back and howled.

Max took this opportunity to let Silvia go, backing away to watch as he leaned against the wall. The Saluki tugged and pulled as hard as she could, but Outback's strong front legs pinned her rump in place as he began hammering her. Short, rapid thrusts pushed the working dog deeper and deeper into his first bitch. All she could do was whine and spread her legs further apart, until his hips were flush with hers.

"Oh, Reddy, harder!" Cherry cried, getting drilled only a few feet away.

Maybe that plea was meant for Reddy, but Outback took it to heart as well, shifting his hips back hard only to jab forward. His full, half-foot cock pulled out of her (squelch!) before slamming home (schlorp!). The sound became almost like music for the terrified Saluki. Squelch, schlorp, squelch, schlorp! At the same rate, Reddy humped at his mate. The lewd, wet sounds of sex permeated the air.

"Max was right! You're fuckin' tight..." Outback groaned.

"Stop!" she pleaded, hoping he might see the light before it was too late. "Not inside! Please, anywhere but there!"

His only reply was another "Fuck you," right in her ear.

"Outback..." she moaned, a combination of lost hope and the unavoidable pleasure growing deep in her loins.

"Do it, Reddy! Knot me!" the Dachshund wailed, her squat hips flying up and down beneath the small dog's thrusts.

Like it or not, Silvia was feeling the same burst of bliss. Her heat-swollen pussy clenched hard around Outback's pistoning cock, quivering as pleasure vibrated throughout her whole body. This wasn't anything like with Max. This was what she was made for. A fierce stud on her back, pumping away. Her cunt burned with the growing ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel him swelling inside of her, his knot growing and growing, still small enough to glide painfully into and out of her. But despite her body's demand for release, she couldn't forget what was happening. Small, hot spurts of sperm were already spilling out inside her fertile womb - it might already be too late. Still, she cried, "Not like this! I can't have your puppies!"

"Oh!" Cherry cried, her already disproportionately large vulva now bulging out several inches.

Reddy grunted, "Oh, Cherryyyyyyyy..."

Squirt! Loud, messy sounds came from their kennel as the little dogs copulated, humping against each other in mindless pleasure. Cherry let out a heavy moan as gush after bubbling gush launched down her trembling pussy, splashing noisily inside her unprotected womb.

"Oh! Oh God, Silvia!" Outback cried, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of her. Funny, I thought he didn't believe in God, she thought absently. Her tongue dangled stupidly out of her mouth as she whimpered and whined, his thick dick making a loud slap! every time his swelling knot collided with her oversensitive vulva, pressing harder and harder to gain entrance. Outback's quick humps rubbed his cock deep against the Saluki's swollen clitoris, nudging the source of her pleasure this way and that, sometimes squeezing it painfully. She felt like just giving up and surrendering to the waves of pleasure racking her body, knowing that she'd soon be in Cherry's unenviable position.

But there was still a chance. She yelped, "Outback, stop! Think what you're doing! If there's a decent bone in your body, don't do this to me!"

And he stopped, suddenly uncertain. He looked down at her, confused like he was in a daze, his pumping cock squishing to a halt deep inside of her with his still-swelling knot throbbing up against her virgin lips. "Silvia..." the conflicted, virgin canine said, tripping over his panting tongue.

Silvia winced as she felt another warm pulse of cum squeeze into her, and gritted her teeth. If he was going to stop, he'd better hop down sooner than later! "Get off of me, you boorish lunkhead!"

Outback cocked his head at her, still holding her slender hips with his strong paws. His brow furrowed at her sudden burst of anger, his ears laid back.

Then, Maxwell, sitting only a few feet away, said, "C'mon boy! Tie her! Make her sleek belly swell with a dozen puppies!"

Silvia dropped her jaw, aghast with the mere thought. "Disgusting, mongrel puppies..."

Outback growled suddenly, and set his jaw. "You heard the man, you arrogant bitch. I won't be called a 'bad dog' again, not for you. Enjoy - or don't. The only fuck I give is this one!"

His claws dug into her pink abdomen, rubbing coarsely against one of her nubile little teats, and then the Australian Cattle Dog pulled her roughly back onto his bulging cock, his own hips hammering forward. Silvia gasped at the larger dog's strength, then clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. A loud squelch rang out once again as his fat cock spread her dripping vagina wide, before his humongous knot smacked into her pink, puffy mound.

"No!" she wailed, as his bulge pressed so hard that her folds compressed, pulling achingly apart. One second was split - at the beginning, she still had the faintest glimmer of hope, but at the end...

Pop!

She felt his belly nestling over the arch of her back. She felt his warm hips quivering against hers. She felt his hefty, swinging balls slapping gently between her legs. She felt stuffed, the cattle dog's full, throbbing cock stretching every last inch of her once-undefiled passage. But above all else, she felt the overwhelming, burning ecstasy pulsing like a torrent down her spine.

"Ahhh!" Silvia and Outback cried together. His deeply embedded knot quickly reached its full size, stretching her cunt out wide. Just beyond her straining, bulging spade, his twin glands throbbed, giving her erect clit a proper jostling. Together, the two dogs moaned and humped against each other, Silvia finally forced to give into her body's demands.

"Unnnhhhh!" Outback whined, followed by a blistering, high-pitched splurt!

Silvia panted, groaning as she felt the first, full rush of fertile dog seed jetting into her vulnerable womb. How did this happen to me!? she thought. Still, she spread her hind legs and clenched, milking the massive cock inside of her for all it was worth. Humiliated, the pure-bred Saluki glanced up at Cherry and Reddy's kennel, only to confirm her fears. They were standing rump to rump, squeezed up against the cage-door, watching her with erect ears.

The Dachshund said, "Listen, he's giving it to her!"

Reddy was still gritting his teeth, cumming buckets inside of his new girlfriend, but he managed to whimper, "Look at his huge knot..."

"I'm surprised she can take it," Cherry said cheerfully. "Not a drop is going to escape. I couldn't fit that if I tried."

"I...I hope mine is good enough..." Reddy whimpered, sending another shuddering gush into the wiener dog.

Cherry looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Of course it is, dear. There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here." Together, the little tails wagged.

Silvia didn't have to tune them out; she was too busy moaning, her knees wobbling as she tried to hold Outback's weight. Waves of his hot, sticky cum engulfed Max's earlier contributions, dwarfing them in comparison. Her hypersensitive walls were on fire at every throb, every push, every squirt. Cheeks burning, Silvia realized she was humping even harder than Outback, tugging back and forth at his huge cock and squealing.

He was breeding her, that much she knew was true. She was days into her heat, right at her prime, and she could feel her womb swelling with his thick, creamy seed. His balls dangled against her inner thighs, convulsing with each wet splurt. An hour ago I was just a pristine virgin getting a haircut, she whimpered to herself, now I'm bestialist, fornicator, and the unwed mother-to-be of full litter of unwanted mutts...

"God, please forgive me!" she whimpered, rocking her hips and moaning at the sheer, unadulterated bliss.

Outback groaned, humping weakly, his chest heaving. "Silvia..." he started, taking a big gulp of air, "this...isn't your...fault. I'm so sorry...I don't know what got into me!" he ending in a rush, another loud spurt failing to emphasize his regret.

Looking over her shoulder, Silvia glared at him. "I know what got into me! Do you know what this means? Mongrel puppies, out of wedlock!?"

Outback whined, apparently not sure whether to be ashamed or outraged.

Silvia sighed. She couldn't keep berating him; not when she needed to beg him not to tell anyone what had happened. Perhaps the disgusting dog would listen to reason. "Outback, look. Tonight -"

Diiiiiiing!

The cheerful doorbell rang loudly through the air, making Maxwell jump to his feet. "Oh shit!" he said, looking at the computer monitor that showed the entrance to the shop. "Mr. Creighton!"

Perfect! Silvia thought. When Outback's owner saw what had happened, not only would Maxwell lose his job and hopefully end up eating trash in the gutter under a bridge in the winter, but Mrs. Walton would know what had happened. Maybe there was something she could do about the...things...growing in her belly? Otherwise the woman was sure to go on some long trip only to return to find a litter of ugly, mean little puppies running around.

Max ran to the door, opening it a peek and saying, "Hello, Mr. Creighton, I'll be right with you..." He slammed the door shut and locked it again, looking around the room frantically. Finally, he settled his eyes on the two tied dogs, and walked over to them. "Sorry about this..." he said, pulling Outback off of Silvia's back and pulling.

"Hey! Ow!" Outback cried.

Anything Silvia had been about to say was cut off by a loud whine. The full knot bulging madly from her vulva streeeeetched painfully against the man's forceful tugging. When that didn't work, Max moved between the two, placing a hand firmly on each rump, taking care not to squish Outback's balls. Then he pushed them apart - to no avail.

"Jesus, I hope he doesn't try that with us," Reddy yipped, looking over his shoulder at his own, still-swollen knot.

Finally, he gave up, panting with his hair a mess. "Ah ha!" he said, and scrambled to his feet. He ran for the mini-fridge and grabbed an ice tray.

"Wait...wait..." Outback whimpered, trying to put his tail between his legs. All he managed to do was thwap Silvia on the back.

Max returned, breaking an ice cube free from the tray and putting it right at the base of Outback's cock! Both dogs squealed at the sudden, intense cold of the rapidly melting ice burning against Silvia's puffy lips and the thin, sensitive base of Outback's cock. The cattle dog gritted his teeth, whining.

And I'd thought nothing could be more humiliating... Silvia thought, shivering.

The second ice cube proved enough, the shocking cold managing to deflate the horny male. Max grabbed Outback again and pulled, and this time pop! Outback's half-erect dick flopped out, swinging back and forth beneath him and dribbling cum.

"Come on, boy, sheath your weapon..." Maxwell urged, while he snapped a leash onto Silvia's collar and tied the other end around the foot of the large, metal table.

Silvia could feel Outback's sticky cum leaking slowly out of her aching spade. She watched in disbelief as it looked like Max was actually going to get away with it!

"Wait there," the man said, and quickly slipped through the door to talk to Mr. Creighton.

Silvia and Outback looked at each other. The Saluki dropped her tail down, finally, turning to face her tormenter, but for once, she was at a loss for words. He was uncharacteristically mute as well, just panting as he looked at her. Each second, his glistening cock pulled further back into his sheath until only his bony tip peeked out.

Silvia remembered suddenly that she still had a favor to ask. "Outback..." she started.

Maxwell opened the door again, saying, "I'll be right out with him!" The man took one look at Outback and his all-but-retracted dick and said, "Thank God."

For some reason, Silvia doubted Max was a religious man, much less a Catholic.

Max leashed Outback up, even while the Australian Cattle Dog was tugging against him and saying, "What, Silvia? What?"

"Tonight...at the party..." was as far as she got, before Outback was dragged out the door, which was slammed shut behind him.

Silvia let her ears droop. She was alone. She was pregnant. No one but Outback knew, and she hadn't even managed to ask him for some modicum of decency, not to tell the other dogs at the party what had happened. She'd never felt so thoroughly dirty and violated. Mr. Creighton always arrived at the party on time, while Mrs. Walton arrived fashionably late, so by the time the Saluki arrived at the party, every dog would know. She was ruined.

"So what will these pups be?" Cherry asked, still tied and looking over her shoulder at Reddy. "Half Dachshund, a quarter Chihuahua, and an eighth Affenpinscher and Norwich Terrier... Dachihuawincher?"

"Um... Norwienerpinchihua?"

Cherry laughed. "So when will the wedding be?"

"Wedding?" Reddy asked, dumbfounded.

"What kind of girl do you take me for!?"

* * * * *

When Silvia walked into the party beside Mrs. Walton, all canine eyes were on her, and not for the usual reason. She was, of course, astoundingly beautiful despite Maxwell's rushed haircut, and wearing a diamond collar that sparkled in the dim light of the party, but she knew what they were really thinking.

None said anything, just watching her with silent, accusing, even mocking eyes. Outback had gotten to all of them, that was for sure. Silvia, the hopeless bitch who got fucked by both a man and a mongrel, and liked it. She felt like she would die.

Then she saw him. Outback himself, standing beside Mr. Creighton by the hors d'oeuvres, where the man usually stood to snack on food well beyond his manners, if not his station. Outback perked his ears up when he saw her. Silvia wanted to avoid him entirely, but where Mrs. Walton went, she must follow. Her owner went for the punch bowl, putting Silvia directly in the line of fire for the vicious, rumor-spreading cattle dog.

"I didn't know if you'd come," he said softly.

"I didn't have much choice, did I?" she snapped, resisting the urge to tuck her tail between her legs. She wouldn't give this bully the satisfaction. He'd gotten too much satisfaction from her already!

"Look, Silvia...I'm really sorry about what happened. I mean, you were kind of a bitch to me, but that's no excuse for what I did..."

"I was a bitch?" she said, outraged. "If you're so sorry, why did you brag about what happened to everyone here!?"

Outback blinked. "I haven't told anyone. Silvia, I promise."

Silvia glanced around the party. All those eyes that had seemed to be glued to her - mocking her - appeared to vanish. The other dogs were talking quietly and politely with each other, barely noticing Outback and Silvia. He was telling the truth.

She dropped her jaw, looking dumbfounded at Outback. "Buh..."

"Look," he said, whispering now. "I know they don't exactly make Hallmark cards that say, 'I'm sorry I raped you', but I am. And I want you to know that I like you. And while this whole...situation wasn't planned, and I'm not the 'tall, white Saluki' from your dreams, I'd really like to try to make this work. If you'll let me."

Silvia didn't say anything for a long time, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. He hadn't told anyone? He wanted to make this work? If this were one of those movies she'd often watched with Mrs. Walton on those rare days the elegant woman opted to stay in and watch a sappy romantic comedy, Silvia would leap into Outback's arms. But this wasn't that kind of movie, and Outback didn't have arms.

Besides, having mongrel puppies will be devastating enough! If I don't marry the father, I'll lose whatever's left of my good standing!

Sighing, Silvia just looked Outback in the eye, took a deep breath, and said, "Maybe."**