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Helen slammed the door. First T.D. had asked to play with Martha in the morning instead of her, then, when he arrived late to school, he wouldn't even talk to Helen! He wasn't paying attention to her, or to school, just daydreaming all the time. And then after school, before his dad picked him up, T.D. asked if Martha could come over again.

Mr. Kennelly wasn't too happy that T.D. had overslept, so he said, "No way."

Thankfully.

Helen didn't want to let Martha hang out with T.D. when she herself wasn't invited, but Helen would never forbid_it. Martha didn't _belong_to Helen. She was a person (if a furry one), not a _plaything.

"Martha's not your plaything," Helen's remembered her father saying, back when they'd first gotten a dog. Helen had loved Martha, but would never leave the poor dog alone. This was before Martha could speak, so the yellow dog could only cower in the corner, trying to hide from Helen.

"What's a plaything?" young Helen had asked.

"Like a toy. She's not yours to do with as you please."

Helen sighed. The way T.D. was doting over Martha, the boy seemed like he was herplaything. Or was it the other way around? Either way, Helen was feeling left out, and the only thing that would make her happy was Skits. She grabbed the peanut butter and headed for her room.

Martha skidded around the corner. The first thing she said was, "Is T.D. here?"

Helen was angry. Why were they spending so much time together? Why didn't they want to play with Helen? She let loose an assault of words, one after another, her voice rising. "T.D., T.D., T.D.!!! That's all you ever say! He's even worse! Can Martha come over? Can I see Martha? Did Martha say anything about me?"

Martha had big eyes, but when Helen _mentioned_T.D., she said, "T.D. _mentioned_me?"

"Aaargh! All he _does_is talk about you! Well, I don't wanna hear it!" Helen stormed past Martha, went into her room and slammed the door, jumping on the bed. She tossed the peanut butter on the floor, tears in her eyes. She didn't want to see Skits anymore. She just wanted to be alone.

But after only a minute of sobbing into her pillow, the door creaked open. Helen saw Martha, balancing on a chair to reach the door knob, Skits standing right behind her with his ears held back. "Go away..." Helen groaned. Now that Martha could open her door, she'd have to remember to lock it.

"I'm sorry, Helen," Martha said, entering the room.

Helen was glad the dog didn't go away, but she was still in a bad mood. "I don't care!" she wailed.

"I didn't mean to make you feel left out," Martha explained. "I still want to hang out with you."

Skits followed closely behind. Helen sighed. "You're just saying that. You don't really mean it, you're just trying to make me feel better."

Martha chose her words carefully for once. "I do want you to feel better, but I also want to play with you. Besides, wasn't that _peanut butter_I saw you with?" the yellow mutt added with growing excitement.

"Oh...yeah," Helen said, blushing red.

Martha suddenly dropped her jaw and gasped, "You were going to do it again! With Skits I mean!"

"No I wasn't!" Helen lied, turning even redder.

"Yes you were!" Martha exclaimed. "You should do it! I mean, I certainly don't blame you. I mean, it feels..." Martha stopped herself, and quickly corrected, "it _looked_like it felt great. Last time, when I saw you. I certainly wouldn't know, myself!"

Helen wasn't sure what Martha was going on about, but she had to agree. She'd let Skits lick her five times before, but only the last two times had she lost control, shuddering and moaning. She wanted that feeling again, but not in front of Martha.

"Well, maybe I was," Helen admitted, looking at Skits. The large, brown dog was wagging his tail, as if knowing exactly what was being discussed. "If you really think I should do it...but you should close the door in case Mom or Dad gets home early."

Martha nodded, tongue lolling from her mouth. The squat yellow dog walked to the door and closed it. From the inside.

"Martha, I meant to close it on your way out. I can't do this with you watching!"

"Well, you did _last_time!" Martha complained.

Helen said, "You didn't really give me a choice."

"But that's not fair," the chubby little dog whined. "Why Skits and not me?"

"Well," Helen thought, not sure herself why. "Because...because you can talk."

Martha cocked her head to the side, her ears flapping. "It's not like Skits is any different from me just because he can't use human words to express his thoughts. I talk to him all the time, you know."

As if agreeing, Skits barked, looking straight at Helen.

Helen blushed, embarrassed. She really had_thought of Skits as _just a dog. "Well...maybe you're -"

Martha was certainly willing to show off her special talent, though, interrupted the girl to say, "Besides, why should_he_ get all the peanut butter!?"

Helen paused, looking at the jar of peanut butter, the butter knife, and then down at her legs, still covered in a red, striped skirt and stretchy, pink spandex. "Do you mean that...you really want to...do it, too?"

"Of course I do!" Martha exclaimed, letting her tongue spill out of her mouth.

"Well, I guess I don't see why not," Helen said, face burning. Why did it feel so different with Martha in the room? Helen tried to ignore it, grabbing both the peanut butter and the knife, and skootching until her legs spilled over the edge of her bed.

Skits and Martha ran in front of Helen, tails wagging. "O-okay," the young girl said, but she didn't move.

"Well, come on," Martha exclaimed. "You've got to take your clothes off, right?"

"Uh...y-yeah," Helen said, grabbing her fuzzy sweater and undershirt with both hands. Pulling upward, she peeled the clothes right off, showing off her pale, white chest. But that wasn't what she was nervous about. She looked down at her skirt and leggings, and hesitated.

"I-I don't know about this..." Helen mumbled, shaking her head so that her red curls flopped around.

"I promise, it'll be fine!" Martha yipped, hopping up and down in her excitement.

"O-okay," Helen said, grabbing the elastic band for her, skirt, leggings, and panties all at once. Shivering, she lifted her butt and slid the cloth down, as naked as the two dogs always were. At least _they_had their collars!

Skits was already starting to drool and bark, so Helen didn't waste any time. She untwisted the lid from the jar and scooped a big dollop of peanut butter out. Both dog's followed the food with their eyes as Helen lowered to between her legs. Gulping, Helen spread the nutty paste over her smooth mound, trembling from the cold.

"Stupendous!" Martha exclaimed, mouth watering. Before Helen could draw her hand away, both dogs pounced. The cold vanished beneath their wide, warm tongues, slurping eagerly at Helen's vagina.

"Hey!" Helen gasped. "Slow down!" But they wouldn't, both tongues lapping so fast it was like they were_assaulting_ her. Groaning, Helen grabbed Skits head and pushed away, but that only allowed Martha to get closer and faster, sending spasms through the young girl's body. Helen grabbed Martha's head, but Skits was even worse. Helen gave up, realizing she was best off with the two dogs competing for the peanut butter. She lay back and grabbed the sheets of the bed, her knuckles turning white. She only needed to last long enough for the peanut butter to run out, and then she could do something to slow this down.

After ten seconds, Helen _knew_the peanut butter must have run out, but the dogs didn't even slow. Before, Skits had been quite enough to excite the girl, but both tongues flicking and slurping and slathering her hole was too much. "Hey, stop!" Helen cried. "I need to add more!"

Martha stopped licking just enough to say, "Don't need it. Your _pussy_tastes great on its own!"

"My_...pussy?_" Helen tried the unfamiliar word out. Then she moaned. Skits had taken advantage of Martha's pause, and pushed between Helen's legs, ramming his tongue inside Helen's...pussy. He lapped eagerly at her growing juices, no matter how hard Helen tried to push him away.

Martha wasn't about to get left out. She couldn't dislodge the huge brown dog herself, so she moved beside Helen, lifting her yellow head over the girl's bare leg. Right now, it seemed as if Helen's pussy _belonged_to Skits, so Martha did the next best thing. She reached forward and licked Helen at the very tippy-top of her mound, just above Skits's tongue. The small, pink nub there looked interesting.

Helen screamed at the sudden intensity of Martha licking her clitoris while Skits penetrated her with his thick, wet tongue. She was wholly incapable of fighting off the two dogs _assaulting_her, so she grabbed the bed sheets again and spread her legs until they ached. "Oh, God!" she squealed, slowly rocking her hips and down.

Skits really enjoyed the Helen's flavor, and he didn't mind brushing his tongue up against Martha's tongue, either. He licked harder and faster, even as the slick tunnel began to squeeze hard around him. This was definitely his favorite new game!

Martha, however, was a little disappointed. Skits was having all the fun. Well, and Helen. Martha sighed, but she realized that this kind of game was really designed for two. She pulled away, just before Helen would have exploded. Martha decided she would help Helen and Skits the only way she knew how.

"Martha..." Helen whined, not sure if she was glad the smaller dog had left or wanted her back. She groaned and rocked her hips wildly around Skits' tongue, her whole body burning with desire. But the yellow dog had vanished. All Helen could see of Martha was her hefty rump. Marth was standing behind Skits now. But what was she doing?

Helen could hear a second, softer set of _slurpery_licks. Martha was licking _Skits?_Indeed, even now Martha crouched on the ground, poking her nose even lower. Helen could only guess what and where the plump dog was licking. Helen shrugged - she had more pressing matters to attend to.

Helen humped and squeezed, moans echoing through the small bedroom as the big dog owned her pussy. Her crotch was covered in drool, so silky and slippery. How could anything ever feel better!? She forgot all about Martha. There was only Skits. "Oh...oh, Skits!" she moaned, pumping her slender waist.

Time froze. For a few precious moments, the little girl was in another world, her whole body shaking apart like toothpaste on her electric toothbrush. Skits' tongue probed deep and firm within her, making the girl feel things she couldn't explain. Why did this feel so _good!?_Helen whined, squirting even more juices for Skits to gulp down.

She let out a huge gasp as time starting moving again. "Skits, stop!" she yelped, sliding her hands over her pussy to protect it from the eager dog. If he was anything like last time, he wouldn't stop for anything! But this time, he was strangely obedient, pulling away from Helen's crotch without struggling.

Helen gasped, and not just for air, when she looked down her sticky, wet body to see Skits, standing sideways with his teeth clenched, Martha crouched beneath him and licking his penis. Only, it wasn't his penis! Something slimy and red was poking out, and growing fast. It took Helen ten seconds to regain enough breath to say, "What are you doing, Martha?"

Martha reached up with a paw to cup the strange looking red organ, rubbing it gently while she said, "Just wait and see."

Skits, for his part, looked just as confused, whimpering with each forceful touch. "What is that!?" Helen asked.

Martha smiled, "Skits' cock. Trust me, you're both really going to enjoy this."

"Me? How am _I_going to enjoy this?"

Skits gave his own questioning whine.

Martha said, "There, I think he's ready. Helen, just lay back." The yellow dog stood up and walked to Skits' ear, whispering something. It seemed like a lot of instructions, and Skits looked baffled several times, but when she was done whispering, Skits nodded.

"What was that about?" Helen asked, starting to feel really nervous. She looked down at her panties on the floor, wondering if she ought not better get up and get dressed.

Martha said, "You'll see," grinning.

"I don't like this..." Helen started, but Skits was already walking forward with a sense of purpose in his step. Before Helen could get up, the big dog leapt halfway onto the bed, standing over Helen and looking down into her eyes. "H-hey!" Helen gasped, _cowering_beneath the big dog as if she could hide from him.

Skits looked down at Martha, who stood beside the two. Martha said, "Yes, that's it. Now get closer."

"Martha," Helen gasped, "I'm scared."

While Skits stepped forward, Martha said, "I promise you'll like it, okay?"

The big dog crept up until his thick, brown thighs were pressing up against the bed, right between Helen's spread legs. He held himself up, his belly hovering several inches above hers, so that Helen could see that strange red _cock_below him. It looked almost like a sword, and it was pointed straight for...for her pussy! "Martha..." she whined, trying to squirm away from Skits.

He was too fast for her, resting his slimy, glistening tip up against Helen's sopping hole. Instinctively, the young girl lifted her hands to cover her face, but it wasn't her face she had to protect. Helen gasped, "Skits, no!"

The big, brown dog paused, but only until Martha said, "That's it, Skits, shove it in her cunt." Skits listened to Martha instead of Helen.

Helen was about to whine again in protest, but Skits slammed himself forward, driving the swelling cock into Helen's slick, defenseless cunt. Helen yelped. His cock was fatter and deeper than his tongue, and much firmer. Where his tongue had molded to the curve of Helen's vagina, his _cock_spread her tunnel apart, making it bulge and warp around the unusual shape. Helen wailed, knowing something was terribly wrong with this picture, but not knowing what to do.

"Aaahhh!" she cried.

"C'mon, Skits, you know what to do," Martha groaned, sliding a small paw between her own legs to rub against her wet spade.

"Skits, stop!" Helen gasped, but the dog simply humped forward again, jabbing even more of his thick length into the young girl. She spread her legs wide, if only to relieve the sudden pressure. With his third thrust, Skits penetrated all the way, his bony tip poking and grinding deep inside the girl. Helen felt his balls quivering between her legs, though she couldn't see anything now, with Skits' thick belly rubbing up between her flat nipples.

"Oh, yesssss," Martha groaned, pressing her paw inside her pink folds. "Fuck her, Skits! Fuck her hard!"

Helen turned to her and gasped, "Martha wait, no!"

But it was too late.

The thick, growing cock spreading her untried cunt apart was just the beginning. Skits tugged backward, his shaft poking and pulling against her virgin folds until just the tapered tip bulged inside her vulva. Then, he launched forward again, the sheer force of his rigid cock lifting the smaller girl up. This time when he hit home, he didn't stop. He pulled back and slammed forward again and again, the bed squeaking loudly in protest.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!_The sound of the bedspring hurt Helen's ears, but she barely noticed it beneath the heavy hammering of the large dog deflowering her. "Aaaah!" Helen cried, _cowering from Skits' eager assault. Her pussy quivered, still warm and wet from the dog's tongue, but this sensation was something completely new. Before, she'd always felt like she was the one in control, but now it was Skits calling the shots.

Or Martha was. Helen saw the smaller dog watching. How had Martha gotten this idea into her head? How did she know all these strange words? How had she known that it would feel so...fucking...good!

"Oh...Skits...harder!" Helen moaned, her initial fear fading into pure lust. Both tongues couldn't compare to the fat cock penetrating her smooth, slender hips. She trembled beneath the large dog, pushing up against each rapid hump, unable to wait the fraction of a second to be filled up again. Moaning, Helen wrapped her arms around Skits' back, clinging onto him as if her life depended on it.

"Good boy, Skits," Martha cooed, starting to buck her hips against her probing paw. "Make her your bitch!"

Helen spread her legs, whimpering each time she felt him grind his tip against her deepest walls. Oh, how she ached, but she couldn't and she wouldn't push Skits away. Through Martha's words, Helen realized her mistake - she'd been using the big brown dog as her _plaything._But it was the other way around. She was _Skits'_to do with as _he_pleased. She _belonged_to him.

"Nnnnng!" Helen groaned, straining up against the horny canine. His drool splattered on her flat chest. "Do it!Fuck my cunt!_I'm your _bitch!" she wailed, using all of the new vocabulary she'd learned.

Martha bit her lip, too busy moaning to say anything - for once.

Skits grunted, but something strange was happening. His thrusts were getting shorter and sharper. Helen gasped when she realized what was happening. Somehow, someway, the dog was getting_bigger_. She spread her legs until they burned, but that only helped for a few seconds. Unable to see what was happening, Helen slid her hands beneath Skits' furry belly, grasping for the dog's cock.

It wasn't there. He was hilted inside the girl, his hips flat against hers. But he was definitely getting bigger. Helen wrapped her fingers around her straining opening, only to feel it bulging outward. Each backwards tug filled her tighter, until her virgin mound felt like a baseball. "He'll never fit!" she gasped in fear.

The words brought Martha out of a bliss-induced coma. She perked her ears up and said, "Huh?" Curious, the yellow dog trotted around behind Skits, poking her head beneath his tail. "Oh my God!" Martha gasped, "He's _way_bigger than T.D.!"

"Wait, what!?" Helen stammered, not sure what was most deserving of her attention.

"Oops..." Martha said, groaning.

Helen might have continued, but Skits wasn't done with her yet. He slammed up against her, grinding deep and hard, his newly swollen cock spreading her untried pussy until it felt like she was going to explode. "Unnnh! Unnnnhh!" she moaned, a warmth spreading once again through her small body. She grabbed fistfuls of Skits' fur, hanging on for the familiar explosion that she knew was coming.

Martha groaned, "He's huge! You're bulging out three inches!"

Helen knew what to expect from herself, but she couldn't know that this time, Skits was feeling the same way. The big dog pounded her, whining, his tongue hanging sideways out of his mouth. The time had come to claim his new plaything, and instincts drove the young dog. Eyes rolling up in his head, the huge brown dog launched himself forward one last time, howling as his balls clenched.

Splurt!

Helen noticed immediately that something was different. When she lost it around Skits' tongue, it always felt like a release - her fluids would gush into Skits' waiting mouth. This time, the sensation was backwards. It seemed almost as if a flood was pouring into her, coating her tender pussy and splashing against her womb. No, _into_her womb.

She lost it, bucking and moaning and humping and gasping. Skits pumped something into her, the slippery, warm liquid spreading deep inside the young girl. His entire cock quivered, rubbing and tugging at Helen's sensitive cunt until she was all but weeping at the intense pleasure.

She didn't know _what_it was, but she knew she wanted _more_of it. "More, Skits! Fill me up!" she moaned, caressing the big dog's bulge. Her hand came away dry, so she knew that every last drop of hot liquid was trapped inside her young pussy.

And he was far from done. Skits humped and groaned, minute after minute, balls pumping furiously. Helen _belonged_to him now, and he was going to use her until he was done with her. All Helen could do was sweat and moan beneath the massive canine.

Until finally he was done. He lay on her heavily, panting and gasping for breath, high-pitched squirts_of cum still spilling into the girl's tight box. Helen just wanted to sleep, but how could she, bred and spread five inches wide by the family dog. Her pussy ached as it always had after her roiling orgasm, but now Skits couldn't give her any relief. He was stuck inside the exhausted pre-teen. "Skits..._stop!" she moaned, but he couldn't and wouldn't obey.

"Skits!" she wailed, her oversensitive pussy trembling around him. "Please...it hurts!" she whined. At one time, Skits would have been terrified of hurting Helen and gone scampering away, but not anymore. She was his_now. He gave the girl a rather toothy grin, and humped again,_splurting another load inside of her.

"Unnnh! Aaaannh!" she gasped, pushing on the dog's broad chest, but it was no use. Her bulging cunt was stuck, forced to suffer through the intense pleasure and pain of his swollen cock. "Skits, no! Skits...please!" she gasped twice, before she could hold back no longer. She shuddered and came again, the pleasure overwhelming the pain once more as she humped like a bitch in heat around her dog's cock.

Helen didn't know how much time had passed, but when she came too, all she could hear was a gentle slurp, slurp. Looking past Skits for the source of the noise, she saw Martha curled up on the floor, slamming her tongue between her legs.

"Martha?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the yellow dog.

"Huh?"

"_What_was that you said about T.D.'s cock?"