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It is awkward being a laughingstock at school for something you aren't ashamed of. Ida Lukacevic, the dog-fucker. Ida the one-woman puppy mill. Ida'd sleep with anything that moves!

Some guys took that last one to heart and asked me out on dates, but they soon learned that I wasn't interested. Even some boys that weren't looking for an easy fuck asked me out, but I knew all the kids at school, and none of them were good enough. I had to find a _new_dating pool, and I knew just where to look.

You see, I was a dogtaur - half human, half German Shepherd - and the rumor around town was that the swelling in my belly wasn't a mistake with a boy, but rather a mistake with a dog. Anders, I think, had kept the secret well, but somehow the truth about Spike had gotten out, and I couldn't help but wonder if it leaked through my cousins.

I was pregnant with a litter of puppies.

A clever observer would have been able to tell just by the rate that my pregnancy was progressing, but most of the kids at school weren't very clever. Other rumors were that it was Anders', since he'd asked me out on a date. Fat chance! Or that my father was a sex abuser - that one made me angry, and I denied it whenever I got a whiff of that.

My father was a perfect gentleman, though he'd been pretty furious when he found out. He couldn't believe I hadn't been more careful - what was I doing fucking some random boy's dog anyway? Explaining that I hadn't known the dog was intact did little to calm him down. The one silver lining from my teenaged pregnancy was that the puppies would come quickly, and wean during the summer. I'd barely miss a day of school!

Not that I wanted to go to school. The laughter and jeers were unpleasant even if I was content to carry Spike's pups. Dating other boys was impossible now, because I'd never know if they were just perverts with a morbid curiosity, or if they just liked me. I wasn't going to find an honest date in the entire school - but I could..._after_school.

I'd gotten a job as a dog-walker for busy people who didn't get off work until 5 or 6. School got out at 3:30, so I'd applied immediately. We live in a pretty big town, so there were plenty of dogs needing walks, and the local coordinator, Ebony Dawkins, for "Walkies™" wasn't getting much from our school for less than minimum wage. So when I applied, they hired me without a second thought - until the next day.

I'd gotten some awkward questions from Ms. Dawkins the following day, wondering why a dogtaur would want to be walking dogs. Perhaps someone had tipped her off to my situation, even though I'd only barely begun to show at the time. I explained that I liked dogs and needed the money, and she needed a dog-walker, so she didn't press the issue.

I shared the neighborhood with three other walkers, mostly middle-aged women trying to make ends meet part time. We were each assigned six to seven dogs to walk, making sure that the animals didn't have incompatible personalities. Slowly, carefully, I traded houses with the other walkers, until my six dogs had a few big, male dogs (coincidentally the easiest ones to trade for).

I was only supposed to walk them for a half-hour, but I always stopped at Mrs. Landower's house first, to drop off the Beagle, Beatrix. There, I spent the rest of the hour playing with the dogs. Mrs. Landower's house was the perfect place, because she was always out at Bingo until 7, and was practically blind and deaf. She probably couldn't tell at all that six strange dogs had been running around in her house everyday after school, and if she could, she hadn't complained about it.

In addition to Beatrix, who'd been fixed, there was Bennet, a short-haired pointer who'd always been really affectionate toward me, though he was neutered, a stand-offish Weimaraner named Buckshot who was supposedly a famous hunting dog (why they were paying for a teenage dog-walker I'll never know), Dipstick the Dalmatian, Rambo, an energetic Golden Retriever, and a Basset Hound named Droops.

I'll admit, I was getting pretty close to Dipstick. The dogs all got along great together, and I really enjoyed roughhousing with them in Mrs. Landower's house. I felt like a part of the pack like I never did at school. Dipstick, however, was really attractive. Big broad shoulders, beautiful spots, and a sleek form, he stood out from the crowd. I found my eyes lingering on his equipment, too, his soft, white sheath clearly packing, and two plump, dangling orbs that bounced a lot when he walked. I got the impression that he'd been purchased after "102 Dalmatians" came out to please the kid in the family...not a good way to pick a family dog. Dalmatians were headstrong, and Dipstick was no exception.

Rambo was a relatively new addition to the group, and an absolute sweetheart, always jumping around and licking. Golden Retrievers were especially handsome, but I was disappointed on our first walk to find that his owners were more 'responsible' than Dipstick's.

That left Buckshot as my other dating prospect. The Weimaraner was a little smaller than Dipstick, but a solid grey color with a nice pointed muzzle and an expressive tail. He was a known breeder, but he showed little interest in me - maybe because I was already pregnant. He liked a soft pat on the head, but never got as close as Rambo, Dipstick, Bennet, and Beatrix. The laziest of all was Droops, who always waddled along in last place. Come to think of it, I didn't even_know_ if he was neutered or not, his skin was so loose on his body (He'd lost a lot of weight from all the walks before I got him).

Sometimes I wondered what I'd really do if Buckshot or Dipstick did_come on to me. Obviously I couldn't have a particularly long-term relationship with other peoples' dogs, and I wasn't about to offer to buy one of them even if I did have the money. I guess I was just having fun playing with them - there was something cathartic about wrestling with a bunch of dogs, getting licked on the face, and...every day, _sniffed. I'd always avoided dogs before so that I wouldn't get weird looks from the humans and anthros around town. Now I got those looks regardless.

Today, when I was picking up Rambo, I met his owner for the first time. Usually they were long gone at work by the time I picked the dogs up, so when I approached the house expecting to see Rambo tied up and waiting, my heart skipped a beat to see the woman of the house. I didn't even know her name yet.

"_You're_the dog walker?" she asked, incredulous, with an armful of fluffy, white Pekingese in her arms.

"Yes..." I said, looking away. I hoped she didn't mind - I really liked Rambo. Suddely I was really self-conscious. Some taurs wore pants, but I didn't normally see the need. I was naked from the shirt down, showing off my black flanks, which faded neatly into brown and then a creamy white for my belly. I had to struggle to keep my pointed ears upright instead of hiding them in my shoulder-length brown hair...I'd promised myself I wouldn't be embarrassed of my ears anymore.

"Um," she said. "Are there any...intact males on your route?"

I froze. Did she know what I was doing? What a question! I glanced down, tucking my tail between my legs, but luckily I only had Beatrix and Bennet so far. "Uh, uh...no..." I stammered. I couldn't let her call in to my employer and complain...no teenage dog walker was worth a controversy.

"Good," she said, sounding rushed. "I'm sorry to spring this on you, but my sister left her dog here, and I don't have the time or the energy to take care of the little yapper. As if that weren't bad enough, she's in heat, so I couldn't find a kennel to take her. Can you? I'll pay double."

I blinked. So _that's_why she was asking about my dogs' balls. But now I'd already told her they were neutered! I tried to think fast, but I kept up with the story. "Yeah, that won't be a problem."

"Great - her name's Pumpkin. Seriously, Pumpkin. I don't know how my sister and I are related." She placed the fifteen pound fluffball on the ground, handed me the leash, and rushed to the garage, apparently late for work.

And so I had seven dogs today.

I was still pretty new to dog behavior, but even I knew that having a bitch in heat was going to be a problem for Buckshot and Dipstick. Or rather, a problem for Pumpkin! She was a fourth their size, and Dipstick was pretty forceful. I could only guess what a champion breeder like Buckshot would do. Still, what could I do? Even Bennet and Rambo were sniffing at the little dog as we walked to Buckshot's house.

Well, maybe this isn't all bad, I thought. I was pretty sure I could keep those two off of Pumpkin during the walk, and there was a dog gate in Mrs. Landower's house I could toss her behind. Maybe_le parfum_ "Bitch in heat" was all that Dipstick needed to take our dates to the next level. I shivered at the thought, walking faster.

Sure enough, the normally reserved old hunting dog was jumping around when he first scented Pumpkin, trying to sniff everything about her, but he was well trained enough to understand after a few jerks of his leash that this wasn't the time. I decided to get Dipstick last and walk us all immediately to Landower's, so we stopped by to get Droops first. The slow-paced dog spent the entire walk waddling behind Pumpkin, but never once tried to sniff her, so he was either clipped or gay.

Dipstick was a real handful. I had to shorten his leash to about a foot, using my right hand for just him as he tried to bully his way over to Pumpkin. It didn't help that the Pekingese seemed to be flirting with the huge Dalmatian. Didn't she realize what he would _do_to her? I could see him peeking out of his fat sheath already. Was I really going to do it? Violate the sanctity of the minimum-wage dogwalker code?

Glancing down at Dipstick's powerful body, I knew the answer was 'yes, if he'll have me'.

Inside we went, all eight of us, tromping into Mrs. Landower's living room. The decorations were all from the fifties as far as I could tell, with old lamps and wooden furniture on curved feet, but there was a large space in front of where most people would have a T.V. Here, there was just a record player. The rug was large and soft, and perfect for what I was planning.

"Hey!" I yelped, tugging Dipstick away from Pumpkin once again. The kitchen was adjacent, and the dog gate was down today. With one hand, I held the large Dalmatian close, while I tried to prop the gate up as best I could. I kept one eye on Pumpkin to make sure that Buckshot didn't try anything either, finally managing to prop the gate firmly enough.

But I wasn't ready to put Pumpkin safely on the other side just yet. I had to convince Dipstick that I was the one that smelled so good. Off went my blouse, and then my bra, lying in a clump on the floor next to my purse. Normally, I would be wrestling with the six of them by now, but this time I grabbed Pumpkin and rolled onto my back, clutching her tightly beneath my breasts.

I was sprawled across the carpet, looking up at all my dogs, completely naked in another woman's house. The clock read 4:10, and I wouldn't be expected anywhere for at least fifty minutes. This was it, the moment of truth!

Dipstick, of course, went straight for Pumpkin, trying to stuff his nose past my protective arms to get a good lick. Bennet and Rambo were more interested in this new game than the Pekingese, and starting to prod me with their paws, jumping back and wagging their tails. Buckshot regarded us all as if we were crazy, while Beatrix wandered around the place like she owned it (which she did). If I knew anything about Droops, he was already in the corner, trying to sleep.

Slowly, I began to rub Pumpkin rump first against my body, while she yipped, apparently use to being manhandled. Dipstick was insistent, but he couldn't really do anything while the little fluffball was in my hands. He wagged his tail, frustrated, and it only took one glance to see that it was working. His cock was starting to spill from his length.

"C'mon, big boy," I said encouragingly, letting go of Pumpkin with my left hand to reach out beneath the Dalmatian and cup his white sheath. "That's it, th -"

I was interrupted by a sudden a rather forceful lick from Bennet, right on the mouth. He'd tried that before, and sometimes I let him. This was one of those times. Groaning, I opened my mouth for him, and he plunged his warm, wet tongue inside, _slurping_madly at my cheeks, tongue, and teeth. It was all I could do to make sure I still had Pumpkin safely tucked away, one hand stroking Dipstick while my mouth was occupied.

Rambo, on the other hand, seemed more interested in my taur body, sniffing at my pregnant belly. I'd only rarely ended up on my back before, and never with Rambo, who'd I'd only played with twice before. Now, though, he stepped over me, straddling me sideways, and began to hump - an empty show of dominance, since all I could see was his sheath. "Nice try," I mumbled, before kissing Bennet back.

Beatrix saw the flurry of action and wanted to join in, but couldn't really find a place to do so. She wagged her Beagle tail, trying to nudge her way between Rambo and Dipstick unsuccessfully.

If I was going to convince these guys to give me a chance, I needed more than a spray of pheromones on my chest. Carefully, I pushed the struggling Pekingese down, wrapping my front paws around her. I held her close there, letting her scent soak into my belly fur.

Now, Buckshot seemed to find his chance. He strode over, sniffing my smooth skin, knowing exactly what that scent meant. I had to squirm away from Bennet to watch, shivering, as the champion breeder began to lick my stomach, just below my breasts. If that weren't enough, the scent had confused Dipstick too - rather than follow the Pekingese, he sniffed up my stomach too, _slurping_noisily.

"Oh my Glorbble!" I said, stopped short by the pointer's eager tongue. This had never even entered my wildest dreams, but now I had my two potential boyfriends slobbering at my naked chest, while a third frenched me.

Now both my hands were free, and I knew just what to do. Glancing left, I grabbed Dipstick again, then right, I cupped Buckshot's growing erection, stroking them gently as their tongues moved up to my breasts.

I was already shuddering, my tail thwapping back and forth, when Rambo noticed my rump. He'd missed his chance to sniff my butt when I'd picked him up (I wasn't about to let that happen in front of his owner!), so before I knew it, I felt his cold, wet nose _snuffling_away at my tail hole. This opened up my pregnant belly to Beatrix, who clambered on top of me, so short that our teats were pressed up against each other. She humped me triumphantly, showing her true, Beagle dominance. Where she lined up with me, she had her nose just right to sniff at Pumpkin, and I swear to God she started to lick the little dog's swollen cunt. Now only Droops was left out of the fun.

Only a few inches separated my butt from my spade, and it didn't take long for Rambo to realize that I was pretty well pinned down and helpless to stop him. With a grunt, he slipped his thick tongue straight into me - something I hadn't felt since Spike. My folds clenched around him, pulling him deeper as I began short, sharp little bucks, overwhelmed at all the sensations. Forget wrestling..._this_was where it was at.

Pumpkin was yipping_and bouncing up and down as Beatrix ate her out, while the big boys lapped furiously at my breasts. I gasped when I felt teeth from Dipstick, but it actually felt kind of nice. I was totally at their mercy, arching my back to give them more access to my slobber-coated boobs. I was careful not to squeeze too hard with my hands, sliding softly back and forth against their red rockets. Would they use them on me if I presented? As much as I shuddered to think about it, I wasn't about to get up and spoil the fun. I spread my legs and moaned under Rambo's onslaught. Who knew Golden Retrievers were so good at _licking!?

A glance at the clock told me I'd better get this show on the road. It was already 4:30, and if I was going to take a knot, time was running out. If anyone saw me like this, they'd all think I was a slut, but I knew better. I was a bitch, and this was my pack.

Reluctantly, I broke off my kiss with Bennet and rolled to the side, lifting my torso up. Now I had two horny dogs with nothing to do. I had to hurry or they might turn to Pumpkin, and I don't know how I'd explain the poor dog's death if _that_happened. I shoved the Beagle off of me, grabbing Pumpkin, and pushed the little dog all the way down until she was between my hind legs. It was a tough stretch, but I could barely hold the fluff-ball there. Shivering, I pressed her heat-swollen pussy against mine, letting the scent cover me. Dipstick would have no idea that I wasn't in heat (and was, in fact, pregnant with another dog's pups).

The other dogs were getting restless, so I held her there as long as I could. I could barely contain myself as all my fantasies seemed to be coming true. Spike was off-limits, so my new pack would have to do. I rubbed Pumpkin between my legs three more times, then crawled on my pregnant belly to the dog gate. "Over you go!" I said, dropping her a bit farther than I meant to in my haste. But now she was safely in the kitchen.

This is it - the moment of truth!

Staying on my belly, I rose onto my hind legs, lifting my rump and wiggling at Dipstick. My would-be boyfriend pushed the other dogs out of the way with a sharp bark, monopolizing the space behind me. Bennet and Beatrix knew not to mess with the large Dalmatian, and they weren't as interested in my borrowed perfume anyway. Rambo had started pouncing sunlight on the carpet nearby, oblivious, and Buckshot must have been accustomed to his bitches being presented to him without rivals, because made no effort to challenge Dipstick's claim.

"C'mon, boy," I said encouragingly to the handsome Dalmatian. I never realized how much I needed a good fuck until this very second - I was positively _dripping_for him. Weeks of preparation on the vain hope that Dipstick would show an interest were finally paying off. I curled my brown-and-tan tail off to the side, spreading my legs.

Sure enough, the big spottie stuck his nose right under my tail, the cold chill making me gasp and my spade shiver. With a good whiff of Pumpkin's heat, perhaps he'd finally get the message I'd been sending him for the past few weeks of rough-housing. He took a lick and I _yipped_and squirmed.

Just as I was beginning to doubt he'd take the next leap, he hopped onto my back. Not much for foreplay! I flattened my ears and pushed back, legs wobbling as I took the big dog's weight. "Oh, Dipstick!" I gasped, almost incoherently. His paws wrapped around my waist, sliding neatly into place along my pregnant belly. He didn't seem to notice or mind. I whimpered, glancing over my shoulder, wondering what Dipstick's owners would think, if they saw this. Or the kid who'd named him.

Dipstick, forceful as he was, was inexperienced, and he began to hump right away, though he was entirely at the wrong angle. Frantically, I began to reposition my rump, sliding up, down, back and forth in an effort to guide the dog where he belonged. If I could have, I'd have reached beneath me to aim him myself, but my taur body was too long.

"Oh, God!" I whimpered, grabbing the doggie gate in my hands to brace myself. I could feel his tip bouncing up against my tight spade now, trying to spread me apart. I'd only ever taken Spike before this, and then I'd been in heat. Dipstick was even bigger than Spike! I lowered myself just slightly to meet him, my wet lips _smooching_him. Briefly I wondered if he'd ever bred anyone else before, or if I was going to be his first.

"Unf!" Dipstick grunted, finally hitting his mark. There, in Mrs. Landower's living room, he shoved his glistening, red cock inside his teenaged bitch, and I couldn't have been more ready.

Tail rigidly aside, I pushed backward against the dog-gate so hard the plastic almost popped free of the doorframe. My spade engulfed_my new boyfriend's cock eagerly with a gushy _squelch!"Good boy!" I yelped, clenching down around him as I began to buck up and down. He humped like a puppy with his favorite pillow, ploughing back and forth in me, rubbing hard against my clit.

_Thanks Pumpkin,_I thought. "Why don't they sell dog heat in bottles!?" I whined. Still, I was pretty sure that I wouldn't need the scent anymore. Now that Dipstick got a taste of me, I fully expected him to come back to the fountain.

Dipstick was panting and drooling on my back, his big, black balls swing back and forth so fast that I could feel them _slapping_against my thighs. He'd buried himself all the way to my sealed chamber. "Sorry, boy, but there's no vacancy..."

He didn't seem to mind, ready to give breeding me the old college try. I felt so weak in his strong grip, submitting to somebody's pet dog. People were supposed to feel better than their canine companions, but I knew who was the master in this relationship. I was _his_now, and I could only hope that he'd be willing to wait on our walks. If he started sniffing and mounting me on the sidewalk, I'm not sure I'd have the willpower to resist!

His thick tail wagged wildly as he grunted and groaned, digging deeper and deeper until I felt it - his knot was growing. A quick glance at the clock showed 4:37 - if I let him knot, I'd be hard pressed to get this place cleaned up and get all the dogs back home by five. On the other hand, how was I going to stop him? Whimpering, I gasped, "Do it, boy! Breed your little bitch!"

The huge Dalmatian didn't need to be told twice, pressing his hips flush with mine as he jabbed into me again and again, barely pulling back at all. His swollen bulb got wider and wider, starting to stretch my spade into a swollen sphere, and before I knew it, we were tied. This, I knew, was the best part, and I clenched my fingers down on the gate until my fingers were bright white, ears flat as I shuddered. His knot was in the perfect, natural place to squeeze back and forth against my internal clitoris, something that no human was ever going to match.

"Nnn...now!" was all I could manage to gasp as I exploded into yips and spasming humps. I really let myself go, knowing that no matter how hard I thrashed, his knot would keep us together, ensuring his payload would splash again and again against my (sadly, sealed) womb. Dipstick pounded me forward into the gate, but I barely managed to keep it intact - I certainly didn't need Buckshot to sneak in there with Pumpkin while I was tied up! I moaned, feeling every shuddering splurt_of his quivering balls against my thighs, followed only a fraction of a second later by a warm, wet, splash of his bubbling cum. Dipstick opened his mouth and let out a low _bellow.

My chest was heaving and I panted just as hard as he did, quivering with each heady squirt, my whole body spasming beneath him. Maybe our walks would have to become runs - anything to buy Dipstick and I a few more minutes. I might have to trade away Droops for that to work out, though.

"Good boy," I groaned again. "Good dog!" I scrambled for my purse, which thankfully was just in reach. Opening the bag, I pulled out a little t-bone shaped snack and held it behind my head. Dipstick gobbled it down, leaving a fair bit of drool on my outstretched hand. "Not that you need the extra reward..." I laughed.

Satisfied, the Dalmatian hopped down, turning around so that his rapidly wagging tail rubbed against my back, blowing cool air over my sweaty back. The Dalmatian was positively beaming at the other occupants of the room, and I could swear he was gloating at Bennet, Beatrix, Rambo, and Buckshot. I curled my own tail around his, enjoying the strange affection of a long tie.

Now, I just had to watch the clock. No danger of Mrs. Landower, of course, who got back at seven, but it was 4:45, and I could only guess how long Dipstick's huge knot would take to fall. I knew from experience that I'd better prepare for the pop!, grabbing a cloth from my purse to put beneath me on the carpet. As long as I was careful, cleaning up shouldn't take long!

Sure enough, when Dipstick finally tugged himself free, a thick wad of warm cum splattered out of me, dribbling right onto my cloth. "I bet you're proud of yourself," I grumbled, rolling over onto my back to curl over and dab at my outstretched pussy. I scanned the living room for anything out of place, glancing at the clock.

4:55.

I was going to be late, but not unreasonably late. Luckily, I'd caught most of the drops here and there that had missed the cloth, but I was really leaking quite a lot. I'll need more cloth next time, I thought, but was immediately corrected. Beatrix won the honors, being the first dog to come investigate. Realizing a solution to my puzzle, I spread my hind legs. In seconds, the beagle was lapping at my dripping cunt, gulping down ounce after ounce of Dipstick's seed. Only appropriate for Beatrix to help clean up her own house.

That's when I heard it. My ears perked up and I glanced over my shoulder at the dog gate. There was Pumpkin, yes, but the low bark I'd heard could not have come from the yappy little bitch. It was Droops - on the other side of the gate! He must have sneaked into the kitchen before I put up the gate! That wouldn't have been a problem if I didn't watch the little, fluffy Pekingnese lift up her little tail for the Basset Hound. Her slutty little pink spade was swollen and wet, and I knew that Droops had a good nose.

It wasn't until I saw the hound wag his little brown tail that I freaked out. He sported two, enormous black balls that had been hiding beneath his loose skin. And, judging by the way he was sniffing at Pumpkin, he wasn't gay either.

"Oh, shit!" I cried, rolling over onto all fours. In my haste, I knocked over the rag. "Shit!" I said again, glancing down to see that some of the goo was now sticking to the carpet. Too late to worry about that. I spun back toward the kitchen, only to see Droops long tongue slathering up and down the smaller dog's heat-swollen spade.

"No! Hey!" I yelped, crawling to the dog gate. I grabbed and pulled, but it stuck for a moment, and I had to fumble for the spring that held it in place.

"Bad dog!" I gasped, but that did nothing to prevent the Basset hound from crawling slowly on top of her. She didn't seem at all concerned about the big lard-muffin, even though he was easily twice her size. She just yipped and stayed put like...like I had for Dipstick.

"Now wait just a minute...!" I yelped, finally finding the latch, standing.

Glomp!

Just as I was about to get up, I felt a heavy weight land firmly on my rump and I was forced back down. Ears flat, I looked over my shoulder to see Buckshot. The grey Weimaraner had his paws around my hips, his tail wagging. "What are you...?"

His only answer was a firm, forceful thrust, and he knew exactly what he was doing. The champion breeder didn't seem to mind sloppy seconds, slamming his bony tip straight into my tight, teenaged tunnel.

I'd been imagining Dipstick as my boyfriend, and this was our first real date together. Well, in that case, Buckshot was like my boyfriend's roommate, walking in on us and saying, "Hey, can I have her next?" Dipstick was curled up a few feet away, scratching his ear, as if saying, "Sure, I'm done with her for now, anyway."

"Aaah!" I gasped. He might have asked me if I wanted it! My head flew forward, eyes wide at the sudden intrusion, just in time to watch Droops slide his long, swollen cock into little Pumpkin's puffed-up pussy. The fluffster yipped, barely large enough to take the Basset Hound's fat dick, but now that he was on top of her, she couldn't exactly get away. I could barely see more than her head poking out beneath Droop's chest, the rest of his loose skin falling down to cover his small bitch.

"Buckshot...I don't...have time...for this!" I shuddered. He was really going to town on me, humping and pumping. It'd already been fifteen minutes since Dipstick had finished with me, so my horny body was totally ready, but the clock read 5:00, and if I didn't get over to Droops and Pumpkin soon, I wouldn't be the _only_one with a litter of pups inside me.

He didn't care, and when I tried to stand, he just clung on tightly, digging his claws into my swollen belly. He pressed his hips up against my back legs, making it harder to stand, but the real problem is that I didn't really want to. Each powerful stroke sent another wave of pleasure through me, and as much as I felt like I should stop him, I kind of _liked_getting rutted again. Dipstick certainly didn't seem to mind, and who says I couldn't have _two_boyfriends?

Without thinking about it, my hands left the dog gate and slid to my breasts, cupping and rubbing myself as the Weimaraner had his way with me. I bucked my hips and pressed back, moaning, clenching down around his growing cock. "G-good boy - just don't knot!" I begged, though I knew that left unchecked, he would definitely tie.

Every second that passed was more and more risky, as I felt him swell inside me, but I wanted - needed - a few more thrusts. How many more could I take before he got stuck? Six? Seven? I had to stop him soon, or I'd be _really_late (and so would Pumpkin's next period).

In front of me, I had the perfect view as Droops banged his bitch, pumping into her rump with more energy than I'd ever seen from the Basset Hound. His ears wobbled back and forth as he panted and drooled onto her little, white head. She seemed as out of it as me, yowling and shuddering beneath him. It was probably the first time the little bitch had been able to satisfy her heat. Did she know that every drop of doggy cum was another coin flip? Did she care?

"T-that's quite enough..." I gasped, realizing that the time had come. Buckshot's eager thrusts were tugging and squishing my sopping spade, but the force was growing, and it was getting harder and harder for him to pull back. Reaching back, I grabbed his collar, still reluctant to pull him off. The best was yet to come, I knew, another swollen tie, but I couldn't afford it. I held on for just a second, trying to lock this feeling in my mind.

"Bow-wooooooo!"

I heard the low bellow and snapped my head back. Droops was calling out, and I heard a loud_pop!_ and I knew it was too late. Pumpkin dropped her jaw and howled as the loud, high-pitched _squirts_filled her clenching cunny. I could see as Droops' fat balls began to convulse, sending wave after wave into her fertile, unprotected womb.

"Fuck!" I yelped, then, "FUCK!" again as I heard another pop!

I'd been too distracted, and Buckshot took advantage. With a growl, he pushed hard, and his thick knot wedged its way in, inflating just enough to seal himself inside of me. My hands fell away from his collar, and together, Pumpkin and I squealed_and _moaned, taking it eagerly from our studs.

Too late now...

I lowered my jaw and_yowled_ like a bitch in heat, my sealed womb getting painted again, while my first partner was gnawing on a tug-of-war toy in the corner. Buckshot knew just what to do with his knot, jabbing back and forth against my clit until I was a shuddering mess of clenching ecstasy, bucking up and down beneath the champion breeder. I rubbed my own breasts, damp with sweat from the unexpected double feature.

Out of one eye, I watched with sad appreciation as Droops pounded away at the little fluffster. Pumpkin was still barely visible beneath the big dog's loose skin, but I could see her tongue dangling sideways out of her mouth as she was bred. I'd done some research since my time with Spike, and a single breeding wasn't a guarantee, but that's all it had taken with Spike. I had to cross my fingers that Pumpkin dodged a bullet.

This time, of course, I was already stuffed, and there was simply no more room inside me. Buckshot's knot held for a minute, almost two, before the pressure was too much and a thick spray of cum shot out of me, striking his hind legs, my rump, and the carpet beneath us. So much for an easy clean up job! "Oh, God, Buckshot!" I whimpered, spreading my legs even further for the Weimaraner.

I didn't notice the missed call on my cell phone until my mind came back from the other side - and it started to ring again. I barely managed to reach my purse, still tied to the panting, drooling hunting dog. The phone read 5:20, and the call was from "Walkies™". I didn't answer, but when the beep came for the voice mail, I popped it to my ear.

Ebony sounded some combination of worried and angry. She said some of the owners were wondering where I was, and why I would be late. Shit, I thought, realizing that at least some of the dog's owners would be home now, when I returned their dogs, and have every reason to complain about me - especially considering who I am. Maybe I was underestimating the tolerance of the community.

I hope that Buckshot and Dipstick's owners don't mind a dogtaur walking their dogs.

Finally, the Weimaraner hopped off of me, but of course, I knew there'd be another 5 minutes or so before he released me completely. Droops just collapsed on top of Pumpkin, not bothering to get off of her. She whined, but quickly adjusted to the heavy Basset.

_I'll just tell them that we went on a walk through the park and I lost track of time. They won't mind getting a little more bang for their buck._I called Ebony with that very story. She seemed to buy it, but urged me to get the dogs home as soon as possible while she made some calls.

But I still had some cleaning to do. The carpet was dripping, now, and I was sure that the little Pekingese had a similar mess in the kitchen. As much as I enjoyed the warmth and connection of a tie, I was tapping my foot waiting for Buckshot to soften.

That's when I heard the front door click.

My heart almost exploded. I glanced toward the front hall, absolutely visible where I lay with a big, grey dog up my cunt and squirting. Mrs. Landower, home early! That's the end of my job...would one of the owner's press charges? What had I done!?

I turned to face my maker, dragging Buckshot slightly, my face bright red. She wasn't supposed to be back until _seven!_Sure enough, Mrs. Landower walked right in the door, pausing in front of the living room. Beatrix was already dancing around the old woman's feet, barking, but Mrs. Landower seemed a bit distracted by the sight in front of her. Voice trembling, I said, "H-hello, Mrs. Landower..."

"Huh? What's that? Is someone there?" the woman said, looking around. After a few seconds, she turned to squint at me, and I realized I'd made a huge mistake. She might not have noticed us at all if I hadn't spoken!

"Uh...I'm Beatrix's dog walker..." I stammered, feeling the woman's eyes take in the scene. Nothing too unusual about Rambo, Bennet, and Dipstick wandering over to greet the new arrival. She couldn't see that Droops was still _squeezing_a few out inside Pumpkin in the kitchen, but there was simply no hiding the naked dogtaur, lying on the ground with a big Weimaraner bulging out from beneath her tail.

The woman said, "Oh my," as she was surrounded by the three big dogs. "Running late? Bingo ended early today." she added.

It didn't sound like a joke in bad taste. My heart started beating even harder. Was she really that blind? "Uh, I...lost track of time in the park," I said weakly.

"Well, don't worry yourself over it, my dear. I don't mind a few extra dogs in the house. Always did love dogs, you know."

"Me, too," I said, hope swelling.

"Feel free to make yourself a sandwich if you need, dear. I do appreciate what you do for Beatrix. I can't walk her myself, you know."

I nodded, slowly.

She really was blind as a bat. I took a few minutes cleaning up the mess I'd made. It only took a few seconds of prodding before I managed to convince Rambo to lap up Pumpkin's pussy, hiding any evidence of what had taken place. He eagerly cleaned me up too, while I heard Mrs. Landower moving around in the sitting room across the hall. A few paper towels took care of the carpet and the kitchen floor.

One by one, I met the owners and apologized for keeping their dogs out too late. Though I got some strange looks, none seemed particularly angry, though Buckshot's owner cautioned me not to show up late again. At the very end of the route, I returned Rambo and Pumpkin to the woman.

"She wasn't too much to handle, was she?" the woman asked. "Did she run off? Maybe if my sister bothered to _train_her little princess..."

I blinked. What a perfect excuse, in case she does_have a batch of Bassetnese!_ "I didn't want to tell the others, but part of why I was late is that she ran for it in the park. I had to track her down...took about fifteen minutes."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Of course she did - probably trying to find a stud. Sounds like you found her in time, but I s'pose if something does happens, my sister can only blame herself."

"Look," she added, "I promised to pay double and I will, but I know that most of the money goes to that Ebony woman. She didn't have to deal with this flat-nosed little bitch, _you_did. So here's the extra for you, okay?"

Forty bucks? Six dogs, at forty bucks each - Ebony was making 240 dollars and only paying me 8 dollars? "Thanks," I said. The day was only getting better!

As I walked home, I realized that the only thing I wished I could have done was experience Droops myself. I had no idea what a thick little Casanova the Basset Hound was. His cock was even bigger than Dipstick's! Too bad there hadn't been time. I could just imagine laying on my back as the big, brown dog climbed onto my belly, easing himself into me before pummeling me with all the energy he stored up while sleeping. If Dipstrick and Buckshot were like roommates who liked to share everything, Droops was the unnamed chubby guy across the hall. I was pretty sure my new boyfriend wouldn't have minded watching some sloppy thirds...

If only I'd had more time.

Oh well,_I thought, smiling. _There's always tomorrow!