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"BANG!"

The racetrack was alive with excitement as the line of greyhounds shot from the mark, chasing eagerly after the mock rabbit that buzzed along the inside of the course on a motorized rail. They sprinted around the long dirt raceway, with the sun beating down on their backs, and the wind whipping their ears about as the pack charged around onto the home straight.

"Come on, come on... You can do it, I know I've got this one..." The little otter girl in the bleachers whispered to herself. Her fist was clenched around her betting ticket like her life depended on it, her brown furred brow breaking into sweat with the anticipation. The dog she had bet on was still way in front, a silvery-blue hound with a green harness around it's chest, the number 16 emblazoned on the side.

The group behind her watched over her shoulder eagerly, a male wolf and fox, and a vividly colored red squirrel girl, whom she had dragged along for their wallets, saying she had a sure fire way to win them all some good money. So far, the takings were somewhere in the area of negative four hundred dollars. None of them were feeling too impressed with young Clair's betting skills.

As if to add more insult to the already injured pride of the otter, fifty meters short of the finish line, the pack caught up to her only good bet of the day. "No! No! Come on!" Clair yelled at the green vested hound, as it disappeared behind a rainbow of colored vests and fur that dashed up, consuming it like a wave destroying a sandcastle at high tide on the beach.

"Gahh!" She shouted in frustration, tossing down the ticket and belting it a few times with her flat, rudder tail. She knew she should have just gone to the horse races next week. At least those she came away with more than she started. The bell clanged as the first dog passed the finish line, and quickly the leaderboard was brought up on a large LCD screen beside the white checkered marker.

1: #15 - Lucky Lucy

2: #27 - Dasher

3: #06 - Outfoxed

They each read down the board, until dismally in second last came their most expensive bet yet.

19: #16 - Grey Streak

"Well, look on the bright side..." The Fox, Kael chimed in with an overly cheery sounding tone. "It's only money. Another four hundred dollars of it. Right down the drain. Oh well..." His cheeriness was more than a little bluntly sarcastic.

"Yeah, Kael's right... We should just head back and get pizza or something before we lose any more money... I'm going to already owe my roommate two hundred thanks to your grand scheme." Peter groaned irritably. The wolf had lost out the most today, but even so, he had stayed, hoping he might be able to earn back his losing's somehow. Now that it didn't seem like that was going to happen, his interest in the dogs had waned significantly.

"Oh, but it's been so nice out here..." The little red squirrel spoke up, sitting awkwardly almost in her seat, rubbing her thighs together as she squirmed. "It's so sunny and warm, and we've had fun, right?" She smiled. Eunice was the youngest of the group, only 17, she cut a meek, almost cute figure in a way. She'd given up her wallet to the otter, too young to place her own bets. All of her money was gone by now of course, but she didn't mind.

She was a touch more focused on other matters, more pressing to her immediate needs... She was in heat. Right in the middle of it in fact, her most fertile period, and her loins felt like they would burn a hole in the denim shorts she was wearing. Even under her bra and the green tube top covering her modesty, you could still see her nipples pressing into the fabric.

Hers heats were always like this, and every heat she'd had since she was young, she'd always managed to find some willing male to help her soothe the ache. It was a miracle she hadn't landed herself with cubs yet. She tried to deal with her body's needs as best she could on her own, but ever since her first time, her paws were just not enough. She needed a male, she needed to feel her fire quelled by the warm rush of spunk that would coat her womb... And until she got that, she was left like she was now. High and wet.

She knew Kael had caught onto her heat scent, but the todd was only a friend with benefits when she wasn't in the middle of her heat. He flat out refused to fuck her, the fear of being an early father enough to over-ride her scent's influence. She'd pouted all the way here because of it. Mean boys...

She was a good, proper catholic girl, and aside from her lustful sins, she kept on the straight and narrow. But without any birth control, she gambled with her heat like they had here today... So far though, she hadn't lost, but it was just a matter of time.

"Hey, Eunice... See that rich looking Dane in the front their? With the top hat?" Peter spoke up from behind her, pointing a single grey furred paw over her shoulder down to the front row of seats. The top hat was obvious; it must have been as tall as the male's head again.

The little squirrel shivered suddenly. She could smell the wolf's very, very male musk on his paw. He'd obviously pawed himself off before they came here and hadn't cleaned himself afterwards... Naughty boy. She resisted the flare of heat that shot from her nethers admirably though, and simply bit her lower lip, nodding. "Mmhm."

The wolf grinned. "I bet you five dollars you won't go down there and toss his hat onto the track." The mischief in his voice was easy to hear, but in her current state...

Eunice looked down. There was a damp patch appearing between her legs. Gods, she needed a good fuck, and soon... Maybe Peter would help her with that if they could get back to his apartment. "Oh, I wouldn't do something like that... Maybe we should just go back to your place, and we can have some other fun-" She began to speak with a quiet, suggestive tone, before the otter in front of her stood up, snatching the green bill from Peter's other paw.

"I'll do it!" Clair giggled, quickly trotting her way down the concrete stairs of the grandstand as the others just looked on, bewildered.

"I was hoping to make five bucks there..." Peter frowned.

They watched as she tapped the Great Dane on the shoulder, and the pair exchanged words for a long moment. Suddenly, the otter snatched the top hat from his head, and tossed it out onto the finish line, where it landed neatly in the middle of the course. The Dane stood up and started calling out after Clair as she fled down into one of the tunnels leading to the kennels. A few minutes later, she had snuck her way back to the group after re-entering the grandstand from the far end.

"Haha! Easiest five bucks I ever made!" She boasted, grinning proudly at the bill, which she waved in her paw like a small flag. At least she had recovered a fraction of her losses. The rest of them were still all several hundred in the hole. The wolf growled, clearly unhappy at losing even more money.

"Fine, one hundred bucks. I bet you won't flash your tits at the end of the next race, standing by the finish line." He challenged, pulling the bills out of his wallet and flashing them before the grinning otter's eyes. Unfortunately for him, she snatched them away before he had even a moment to pull them back.

She looked the pair of notes over for a long moment, flicking her eyes down to the racecourse nervously, before reluctantly, she handed them back. "Nope nope, these pillows are worth more than that..."

He smirked, but in a blink, Eunice of all people had stood up, racing down to the railing by the finish line a moment after the gun for the newest race had gone off. Peter blinked. "Wait, is she actually..."

She was. Eunice's body felt as if it was on fire, the little squirrel trying frantically to not molest herself and draw attention to her heat, but this gave her the perfect opportunity to feel herself up for a moment without causing too much of a scene... Well, that was a lie, but the damp patch between her thighs didn't care about that in the slightest.

In front of the entire crowd, just as the dogs were about to race across the finish line, she lifted her shirt, and yanked free her bra, her cushiony tits spilling free from her top. She reached up and caressed the firm flesh of her nipples with a quiet moan, her eyes shut, just enjoying the moment, before she blinked, looking back at the startled eyes of the crowd gazing at her in shock.

She flushed red, before tugging her top back down and jumping with her paws above her head. "I won!" she giggled, scampering back up the concrete steps to her friends little corner in the back. The announcer called over the PA system as she giggled, snatching the hundred dollars from Peter, who just looked at her in amazement.

"Well folks, uh... That's certainly one way to be enthusiastic about your winnings..." The race caller's voice echoed over the crowd, an awkward silence having fallen over the race course... "Uhm... On with the next race, shall we? Coming up with have the championship runners..."

"Well I'll be damned, I didn't think even you'd be crazy enough to do that..." Peter balked, a quiet chuckle passing his lips. "What made you-"

"She's in heat..." Kael said flatly, a mischievous, fox-like grin on the todd's muzzle. "If it's something sexual, you could just ask her to do it and she would..." He teased her, looping himself around behind the squirrel's bushy tail and shoving a paw roughly between her legs.

Eunice couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped her lips, and she closed her thighs quickly, pushing the male away with a crimson blush across her cheeks. The color almost matched her fur perfectly. "She looked up, nodding guiltily. "It's bad... I think we need to find somewhere else to go..." She spoke quietly. Being out in public and in heat was an awkward situation, no matter how you painted the picture. Only Clair looked on understandingly. She'd been there as well a few weeks ago.

"Hey, well, I mean, if we're going to leave anyway... I've got a last bet for you, if you're game. Then maybe you can come back around to my place and I'll... Well, help you scratch that itch. You can take your pick of your reward... Five hundred big ones, or back to my place..." The way the big wolf licked his chops as he looked at her made her want to cream herself right there, just picturing that thick tongue lapping at her slit, or the no doubt sizeable package he had hidden away behind his jeans. The words left her mouth before she had a chance to filter them through her head.

"Back to your place, and quickly... What's this last bet, let's just go..." She stammered, before shying away slightly, her nervous blush turning even redder, if it were at all possible. Between her thighs felt soaked, and now that Peter had offered, she was just eager to get out of here and get that nice, thick piece of wolf meat in her sopping little sinful slit so she could scream like a little bitch beneath him.

"I bet you five hundred dollars, that if we get the car, and park on the other side of the field, just over that boundary fence near the road..." The wolf was grinning ear to ear as he pointed at the tall, white fence on the far side of the field, a good two hundred and fifty meters away. "... That you won't streak across the race course to meet us there in the middle of a race."

Eunice felt her cheeks flush red, but before she even though about it, she'd stood up and was already marching for the exit so she could make her way around the side of the grandstands. "You're on!" She called over her shoulder, leaving the other three anthro's standing, jaws agape, and utterly dumb stuck that she was going to do it.

The todd was the first to move after the squirrel's bushy tail had disappeared from sight. "Well... Uhm, we should... Probably get the car then, right?" He asked, utterly lost as to where to go from there. Peter moved a moment later, the wolf grinning... Well, wolfishly.

"Better idea. Go get the camera from my bag in the back seat and bring it back. I just got my newest video to post online."

Eunice waited patiently, pawing her tiny slit vigorously as she leaned with her back against the grandstand. There was a small gap between the towering seating space and the next building along, a kennel of some sorts, which she had slipped down. There was a clear shot at the race track just beyond a waist high chain-link fence dividing the course actual from the other areas of the compound. She could see the finish line from where she was, but unless anyone happened to walk by the ally's entrance and looked down, she was hidden from sight.

She rubbed feverishly at her slit, already two digits deep in her heat inflamed sex. She bit her lip as she waited for the sound of the gunshot that would announce the next race, not for a moment ceasing her paws frantic masturbation, her thumb running circles around her budding clit. If she could just get herself to cum before the race began, she might be able to make the run without having her paws crushed between her thighs.

A short gasp left her little muzzle as she slipped a third digit between the legs, sliding it up and into her sex with a messy squelch. She was dripping her sweet honey down over her palm as she pawed, and not a single part of her even minded that fact in the slightest. Her heats were monstrous, and required more than just her paw to sate. But if she could cum quickly, it would give her body at least a few moments of respite from the needy ache that radiated from her soaked little squirrel slit.

She could feel her orgasm right there, just asking to be nudged that little bit further... Her paws rubbed and plunged into her twat, messing the fur of her thighs and hips with her slick sex juices. So close now, she could all but taste it, her body quivering in anticipation. She... Was... Almost... There...

BANG!

And the race was off, but she wasn't. "Nooo..." She whined, rubbing quickly, trying to bring the interrupted sensation back, but to no avail. She huffed frustratedly, pulling her slippery fingers out of her slit, flicking the sticky remnants of her oh so close orgasm onto the dirt beneath her. She quickly hobbled over to the fence, peeking her head out and looking down the course. Any moment now, the dogs would turn onto the home straight, and she would dash out...

Her last chance to back out disappeared as she jumped over the fence, her back flush against the base of the grandstands, unnoticed as of yet. The dogs rounded the final turn, and she caught sight of the pack, 20 great, racing canines chasing the runner that zoomed along the inside of the track. Now was her moment. She sprinted out ahead of the pack, her long fluffy tail flailing behind her. Cool breeze assaulted her breasts and the moisture clinging to her sex, sending a cold shiver of delight down her spine.

She turned in the middle of the track, jumping up with her arms wide, a cry of joy escaping her lips. As one, the crowd seemed to gasp. Up in the stands, Peter was busy at work recording everything, including her naked image, blown up in high definition as the camera operator panned to follow her. Everyone in the entire compound had never had a clearer image of a hot, swollen, squirrel girl cunt in their lives. And he had every single moment of it on film.

"Oh dear, Cut it off! Cut it-" The PA system announcer's voice spoke in a harsh whisper, and a moment later, the screen went black, the signal cut by the race controllers. The announcer cleared his throat and spoke up. "We do apologize ladies and gentlemen, someone is uh... Contacting the authorities now... We do apologize for this interruption..."

Down on the track, Eunice turned on her heels, quickly dashing to the far edge of the racecourse. She vaulted the low white fence and the runner's electric track just a moment before the fluffy white dummy zipped past where she had been not a moment before, the naked squirrel giggling as she dashed out over the lush grass of the center field. All she had to do now was reach the other side and get over the low brick wall, and she'd be home free with five hundred dollars in pocket.

What she didn't see was everything going on behind her. As the dogs had crossed the line of footprints she'd left in the loose dirt of the course, several had suddenly slowed, a few even stopping entirely, the greyhounds noses raised in the air, sniffing. The smelled it. A female in heat, in need. Baser instincts took over, and the smaller pack scrabbled at the steel fence, before a pair of them managed to pull themselves up and over the barrier, and they set off after their new race target.

Eunice didn't realize anything was amiss, until she had reached nearly three quarters of the way over the grassy center field, when something heavy collided with her. She let out a squeal of surprise as she tumbled to the ground, throwing her arms out in front of herself to avoid face planting into the earth. The breath was knocked right out of her, and laying on her paws and knees, she gasped for air, as something cold and wet bumped up between her thighs.

She whipped her head around just in time to witness as the large greyhound behind her swiped his tongue out, lapping up over her wet little squirrel slit. The sudden and surprising contact made her freeze, as he licked a second time, sending a wave of pleasure rippling from her snatch to her brain. She couldn't have helped the moan that escaped her if she had wanted to.

Part of her brain was in shock. This was a feral dog doing this to her! It was wrong on so many levels that she couldn't even manage to gawk at the prospect that it was happening to her. But at the same time, each stroke of that dog's wonderful tongue on her heat swollen folds was a wash of relief from the ache and the burn that had plagued her for the last several days. It felt so good...

It was only then that she remembered just where she was, and for a brief moment of clarity, she tried to get back on her feet to get away. She could indulge in the fantasy later. Though the moment she tried to rise up, a deep growl from behind her made her change her mind, as the dog so firmly lapping at her slit made it perfectly clear just who was in charge.

"N-nice doggy..." She stammered, before another soft moan escaped her lips, dragged forth by the broad canine tongue dragging from the base of her slit, to her sensitive clit at its tip. She bit her lip. It was so wrong, but what was she meant to do? She didn't want it to bite her there! Maybe if she just let it lick her for a few moments, he'd lose interest and leave her be...

Her body ached like somebody had poured molten lava into her very core, and each lap of the wide canine tongue was simply adding fuel to the fire. She had to get out of here, and she knew it, but when she tried to move her legs, the hound behind her would growl and nip at her thighs until she stopped entirely...

She had seen the stray dogs behind her house doing this dance before, and knew where it would lead if she couldn't get out of this situation. The mongrel always got his bitch after he'd eaten her out to readiness, and months later, there was a new litter of puppies in the alleyway. Fortunately, at least, she'd never heard of that happening with anthro's and ferals. It certainly didn't change the fact that the social stigma for people who did that kind of thing was less than even undesirable.

She tried closing her thighs together, but the greyhound's tongue simply slipped between her bared legs, swiping from her moistened slit to her tightly clenched pucker. She squealed in shock, and without thinking, scrabbled forwards several steps. It was the greyhound's partner who cut her off, an even bigger looking mutt with smooth brown fur, and a snarl that turned her spine to ice. She froze on the spot, backing up the slightest bit, and that was her first mistake.

Without warning, she let out a short yelp of pain, as a set of teeth clamped down around the base of her tail. It was a warning bite. Not hard enough to draw blood on the greyhounds sharp teeth, but painful enough to get the mutts point across. He let go and climbed onto her back without so much as a moment for her to catch her breath, and wrapped his paws around her waist.

She quickly dropped her hips as low as she could, the slimy feel of something running along the small of her back leaving her fur streaked in something she really didn't want to think about. Her body, as it was, seemed to have other ideas, just by the way her tail flagged off to the side like a good bitch being mounted.

The dog's humping was fruitless, and a low growl of frustration escaped him. This bitch was strange to him, but she smelt of need, and that drew his instincts out. Fuck, knot, breed. Those were the base thoughts that drove the greyhound as he tried lowering his hips to compensate for the bitch's attempt at avoiding him. His tapered canine length slipped beneath her tail for a fraction of a second, and he felt something yielding, shoving his hips forwards.

Eunice shouted out in pain as the greyhound pierced into her rump, feeling the quickly thickening tip slip into her upturned rump. While she'd experimented a little bit with anal, she was utterly unprepared for the ferocity with which the feral hound took her. It felt like she had been torn in two, the pleasure that had been building from the laps at her wet slit all but forgotten entirely as pain lanced up her back. Out of reflex, she scrambled forward as much as she could; lifting her hips back up to try and futilely push away from this dog that was brutally raping her. That was her second mistake.

The dog slipped out of her, growling as the warmth that had been surrounding his length was suddenly gone, but he found a new target on his next shove forward. Eunice's eyes shot open as the dog found his intended target, plunging into her sopping wet sex with a lewd squelch. The pleasure she had felt from before raced back in with a vengeance as the dog's furred sheath pressed firmly up against her outer lips, and he began thrusting like a machine.

She cried out as a sudden and utterly unexpected orgasm shot over her, making her entire body shake beneath the dog's pummeling fucking. Warmth and release washed over her like a wave, her body clamping down around the canine shaped prick inside of her. She'd had canines and foxes before, but none of them could have held a candle to the way the dog brutally ravaged and claimed her. His hot pants washed across the back of her neck, and she turned her head as a bead of drool dripped across her shoulder.

There was no way she could get out of it now, and she knew it, but that wasn't even near the forefront of her mind at that exact moment. Her body had taken over, and her need drove her instincts as she slowly ground herself back against the feral male's rapid fucking. "Goo...Good doggy..." She panted out, her body's inner muscles massaging around the canine girth spearing into her, milking it for the greyhounds rich puppy batter.

She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, each pulse of the canine's length and each thrust liberally hosing her birth canal with slick preseed that only eased the racing dog's passage into her. He used her to his full advantage, the slick sliding of flesh on flesh making the young squirrel moan like she never had with any of the boy's she'd had in her short years. The sheer speed that the hound had set with his pace was outrageous, and her cunt was dripping almost constantly down onto the grass beneath her. The fur surrounding her sex was matted and sticky with the mess the dog was making of her.

And not just on her outsides either. Inside of her, the rich sperm laden pre-cum that was all but pouring into her was already splashing against her cervix, as was the canines tip, searching for a way into that innermost sanctum of hers. And little did she know it now, but her luck during her heat was about to run out.

The dog's thrusts were getting shorter, and her cunt was feeling so much fuller. Inside of her, the canine's bulbus glandis, more commonly known as 'the knot' at the base of his cock was forming, and catching on her inner lips as he tried to pull back, keeping him firmly buried in her tight little snatch. Eunice hadn't even thought about that, the squirrel reduced to little more than a moaning puddle of cum. Her shoulders slumped forward as her arms gave out, pressing her chest down against the grass.

Above her, the canine simply took this as a sign of her final submission, as his knot swelled out fully, plugging her sex for the inevitable torrent that was about to be unleashed upon her womb. The tapered head of the dog's cock was right against her cervix. The mutt went rigid above her, tilting his head back and barking out his pleasure.

Eunice realized just what was about to happen a moment too late. "No!" She cried out, snapping out of her heat induced haze just as the first hot splash of puppy batter blasted against her cervix, the dog pumping months of pent up seed directly into the fertile female's belly. She felt each forbidden pulse of the dogs cum as he painted her cervix white, each throb making her muscles clamp down on him like a good receptive bitch.

She gasped at the way it soothed her heat, and the twitches of pleasure each spray of feral dog cum brought her, the thick knot ensuring not a drop of it went to waste. She groaned, trying to squirm away, but succeeded only in making them both yelp in pain, as the tie tugged on both her sensitive, swollen lips and the canines still cumming cock. She wasn't going anywhere for at least a few minutes...

Up in the bleachers, Peter smirked, lowering his camera. Thanks to the massive LCD screen, he'd gotten plenty of good close up's on the greyhound pummeling Eunice into submission, intermingled with the announcer's apologies and shock at the situation unfolding before all of the onlookers. Looking about, the wolf realized he wasn't the only one with a camera out, recording the live spectacle.

Beside him, his otter and Fox companions were simply gawking. "Come on, let's get the car before the police show up and get her first..."

Back down on the field, Eunice was poised on her paws and knees, ass to ass with the greyhound, her shame visible to the whole world. She gave an experimental tug on the canine's knot again, and with a wet, messy squelch, she felt him slip free, a flood of feral and her own cum leaking from her abused folds. She staggered forwards, groaning as the air came in contact with her stretched out slit.

She looked up as she heard a short honk. Just beyond the far fence, Peter's yellow beat-up station wagon had just pulled up, her friends waving frantically to her, urging her to hurry up. She managed to stagger to her feet, taking a few steps, before she was knocked to the ground again, gasping as a new set of paws wrapped around her waist. They were bigger than the last dogs, and brown. She cried out as the second greyhound that had been patiently waiting his turn, shoved himself brutally to the hilt within her squirrel sex.

This mutt was even bigger than the first, and just as rough in the way he took the young squirrel. She moaned out hotly as pleasure once again raced through her heat inflamed nerves, the poor teenager's brain addled and lost somewhere between shock and horror at her predicament, and ecstasy like she'd never experienced.

At least this time, she tried to squirm away from the dog's rapid thrusts, but it did little good. Within seconds of him entering her, she could feel that thick spire of breeding flesh pressing up against her cervix, and unlike the last mutt, threatening to push in with his thick, softball sized-knot. She couldn't let this one tie her, not when she was so close to freedom...

She looked up helplessly as a loud moan escaped her. Her friends at least were climbing out of the car, climbing over the fence to try and reach her. She watched on as the dog behind her growled, forcing her nether-lips out wider and wider with each thrust. She could feel each thrust in lewd, vivid detail as this beast on her back bred her like a proper bitch. She realized in a heartbeat that her friends weren't going to make it in time.

She cried out both in horror and pleasure as her orgasm rocketed over her like a barrage of shooting stars that crossed her vision as she came, the loud, wet 'Pop!' sealing her fate. The greyhound above her barked and snapped at the three other teens when they came close; each of them watching on in shock as the dog seeding their friend. His balls tightened up against his sheath like her body tightened up around him, preparing for the second wave of pup spunk that would coat her insides.

"Shit, is he... Oh God. Quick, come on, pull him off!" Kael barked, grabbing the greyhounds haunches with peter and pulling back. Eunice shouted out at the sudden pain.

"Oww! He's tied, stop!" Her protests fell on deaf ears though, as the pair gave the growling dog another sharp pull. She screamed when the fully inflated knot popped free of her slit, the squirrel falling flat on the grass as the pair of males pulled the dog away from her.

"There! He's not tied anymore, get up, the cops are almost here!" Peter shouted, hauling the cum leaking squirrel to her feet, and between himself and Kael, helping her hobble her way to the fence. She barely remembered them pushing her over the fence and speeding away in Peter's car, her paws still buried firmly between her thighs, thinking of the pair of dogs in ways a good catholic girl ought not to have been.

It was two months after that when she had gotten the positive test at home, and at the beginning of her fourth month when she finally went in for her first ultrasound. She lay back on the bed, as the medical tech pushed the ultrasound wand around over her belly that had begun to show, a clear baby bump in the squirrels short figure.

"And there they are... Four healthy pups... I can see them shaping up nicely, congratulations." The kind vixen nurse smiled down at her. Pups was good... Peter would be surprised when she told him though. It had to have been him after all. He was the only male she had been with for the remainder of her heat. The wolf had been quite adamant on out showing the greyhounds after that particular 'incident'.

"So, who did you say the father was?" The tech asked, making polite conversation as she snapped a few pictures of the ultrasound.

"A wolf, Peter, one of my friends." She answered with a little happy chirp to her voice.

"A wolf... Was he part dog by chance? A hound of some sort?"

"No, he's pure wolf, why?"

"Oh..." Came the tech's only response, and realization dawned on Eunice as she blinked in shock. "Oh dear."