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Tears were forming in my eyes and I was struggling to gasp for air from laughing so hard. Karen, my fiancé, a Friesian twice my height and triple my weight had me pinned over her lap and was tickling me mercilessly. A string of spit escaped my mouth and dribbled onto her onyx black thigh. The fur covering Karen was so black she stood out in the darkness on a starry night becoming a blacker hole in the blackness. Here in the light, she was streaked with reflected silver light and her thick coat always glistened. Recognising my distress, Karen stopped tickling, content to keep me pinned in place while I sucked air in greedily, preparing my next attack. I would have to push away from her stomach and off her knees if I was going to escape. From there, I would have a small advantage of speed to hopefully avoid her wicked reach. The contest was completely unfair in my opinion. She wouldn't stand a chance against my superior cunning, I would have her rolling on the floor this time, unable to breathe, the poor thing.

Supressing my grin, so not to give away my intent, I slipped a hand to her shin, ready to pull myself away when a pained yip intruded on our game. I raised my head, looking up, both of our ears pricked. A silent pause followed, Karen and I holding our breath to listen. If there was no cause for alarm, that would be her downfall. A heart wrenching scream of agony tore our fun away, the fur on my ruff standing stiff and fear chilling my thumping heart.

Roxie was in some kind of trouble, my daughter, pure bred Border collie morph like her biological mother and me. Unsure of what could be wrong, harrowing scenarios played through my head, chilling my blood further. What on earth could a 12 year old girl be getting up to that was so dangerous in her room? Electricity? Fire? Had a shelf fallen onto her?

I was already scrambling toward her room, my feet struggling for purchase on the slippery tiles, claws clicking rapidly on the hard surface.

Karen was slower to react owing to her size and I heard the dread in her voice, “Oh dear," she exclaimed. The almost benign exclamation I knew verged on panic for the large mare. Karen launched her towering height off the sofa, her advance slower but no less concerned. She wasn't Rox' mom, but she was patient with the adolescent and loved her dearly, despite the bitchiness Rox could muster.

“Rox!" I shouted, my hand stretching for her door handle, the carpet in the passage giving me much better purchase as I left a groove in the fibres on braking.

“Daddy!" was all I heard, a desperate, pained plea, punctuated by chilling silence.

Eyes dilated and adrenaline surging, I wrenched at the handle, pulling the lever down and pressing against the door, muscles bunching an attempt to press through the locked obstruction. I vaguely heard an agonised whimper escape my throat a tear forming in my eye, this time from distress. I could hear the Karen's heavy hoof beats approach and I threw my gaze at her. “Karen, the door," I almost sobbed, “You have to open it! Rox, are you all right?"

“Chris, move! Now!" I made way for the 200kg(440 pounds for the backward amongst us) mare and resisted wringing my wrist in distress.

Karen turned her body away from the door and a puzzled look creased my forehead. A hoof, the size of a dinner plate, shot out behind her, it connected the door with an ear ringing concussion, I shut my eyes and protected my ears from the pain. A frightened yip came from inside as door fragments burst into the room, imbedding themselves in the softer furniture and spraying off the walls. Recovering from my shock, I tipped my head in puzzlement. That whine had been Atlas, how much trouble could Rox get into with our massive German Shepard in the same room?

Gripping the door frame, I pulled myself into my daughter's room, a piece of door distracting my attention briefly as it slid off a bookshelf. Atlas looked up at us, assessing the situation for danger and proceeded to wag his tail. His face almost in a grin, relieved to find the two of us after the frightening implosion of the door.

Why was Atlas standing over Roxie? He would never willingly hurt his favourite person!

Karen knelt and bent to see what was happening and I heard her suck in a deep breath. “Oh Roxie dear!" she choked.

I marshalled my scattered thoughts and tried to pay better attention to the situation, realisation gradually dawning on me. My little girl, was, was, naked below the waist. Her rump suspended in the air, I walked around to change my angle! I almost wanted to laugh with giddy relief, but the situation may still have been serious, I forced my expression sober again.

My little Roxie, she was experiencing her first anual heat, I knew as much because it had been driving me mental the entire week. Karen had graciously been bearing the brunt of my perpetual arousal, presenting herself lewdly for me at every possible occasion. Only another 3 weeks to go I thought, unless the mutt gets her pregnant. That would be another issue entirely, extremely unlikely, but not entirely impossible.

I shook my head, walking around behind the pair on the floor. I barked a laugh as the hilarity dawned on me, narrowly managing to avoid a death stare from Karen by averting my gaze hastily. Shaking my head, I knelt, gripping the hound by his flagging tail and pressed it over his back, forcing his hips to roll forward and exposing the pair's activity. What I saw was frankly astonishing; his knot was indeed inside my little girl… barely. I wouldn't have thought it possible. Her fuzzy little spade was distorted as it bowed outward, a little tear marring the silky, tightly stretched skin, blood dripping slowly off the pointy tip of her soft mound.

I felt my pants tent at the sight of my little girl, Karen didn't miss it either, and grinning sent a swipe at my head. I dodged easily and motioned for her to look. She craned her neck around and made an O face at the lewd sight, shaking her head in disbelief, “what was she thinking?" Karen wondered, more to herself I think.

“Not sure she was thinking thunder butt." I grinned. “Do you think we should try waking her?"

She thought a second before answering, “No, I don't think so. She must be in a lot of pain for her body to have shut down like that. Hopefully Atlas doesn't stay hard very long and we can take her to the doctor to get looked at."

I nodded, still unable to take my eyes of my daughters taught mound, trapping the massive hound inside her, my rod beginning to throb painfully with need. “Karen, I think we're going to have to deal with this," when she looked at me puzzled, I lifted my shirt to expose the broad pink shaft sticking out of my shorts.

“What? Roxie is in pain, passed out on the floor and you want to deal with your cock right now?"

I shrugged, “you know her scent is killing me here, better to deal with it now than try to hide it at the doctors."

Shaking her head again, Karen straightened, turned her body away from me and lifted her red skirt, slipping large fingers under the elastic of the thong she was wearing and pulling them off. Bending, she lowered herself into a kneeling position, her panties coming to a stop around her knees, butt pressing against my crotch.

My eyes were fogging with desire, and I gripped my shaft with my left hand, still holding the mutt's tail with the right. Thrusting, I plunged into my beautiful fiancé with one sharp motion, burying myself inside my lover, past the broad knot with surprising ease. Karen was soaked, almost ready to start leaking, apparently I wasn't the only one turned on by all of this. “Horny hoss I see? I'm not the only one then?"

Karen moaned lustily and replied in a strained voice, “just make it quick, Rox could wake up any second."

Dutifully I complied; extracting my knot and thrusting powerfully back into her dark equine mound, increasing my speed with each subsequent thrust, lewd sounds coming from where our organs met. Karen's excitement began dripping onto the patterned grey carpet, her powerful mare scent mixing with my daughter's heat, driving me almost to insanity.

Karen's orgasm shattered through her like a starter pistol, her back arching as she evacuated a cupful of yellow fluid onto the unfortunate carpet and down the front of my pants, her pungent arousal soaking into my soft collie fur. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, but we weren't exactly prepared for it presently.

Still amazed at Atlas' volume trying to burst out of my daughter, unable to tear my eyes off the connection between the dog and my little girl, I let out my breath in a sharp bark, emptying myself into the kneeling mare, the powerful orgasm almost buckling my knees as I fought to stay upright, emptying stream after copious stream into her sloppy cavern.

Karen stood abruptly before letting me even finish, pulling her underwear clean off this time, my hips still jerking and jets of milky semen spurting out in front of me. “I need to get a bucket and a cloth," she remarked seriously, walking out the door hastily, fluid dripping down her powerful legs. I muffled a laugh but let her go. The mare's scent was wonderful, but I doubt Rox would appreciate it when she returned from the doctor.

I noticed Atlas' massive knot was gradually relaxing, completely buried inside Rox and covered now by her abused spade. Atlas made an impatient attempt to move off the little girl, but I scrambled and held him still so not to put additional pressure on her sensitive little tunnel, god forbid the animal turn to face away from her, trapping the blood inside his knot and keeping him locked inside her for the next half hour.

A tiny moan escaped Rox' delicate muzzle, her eyelids fluttered and then stilled, her breath shuddered and she snapped her large hazel eyes open. Rox whined unsteadily reaching a hand behind her to explore her painful little mound, still skewered by the family pet. She clearly hadn't realised her father was nearby and slowly, recovering her senses, she swung her head in an arc, her vision taking in the destruction of her door. Rox' breath froze in her chest and she snapped her head behind to look directly into my eyes.

“Daddy!" Her expression had a pained look, but less from physical pain than embarrassment I thought, a little relieved that she wasn't in immediate danger if she was able to feel shame.

“Yes Rox," I replied evenly, trying my hardest not to grin.

“Daddy, what are you doing in here?" Her whine was so pitiful, she sounded as though she wanted to die.

“It's ok sweetie, you don't need to be embarrassed. We heard you scream in pain and came running. We know you made a mistake and you're not going to get in trouble."

Rox let out a small sob, looking back at me again, “daddy, please stop looking, it's embarrassing, why can't I just die," she lay her head on the floor and covered it with her forearm, sniffing back tears and then and inhaling curiously, testing the air. “What's that smell?"

Shocked, I scrambled for an answer, stuffing my erection back inside my shirt, “um, Karen got a fright seeing you like this and had an accident," I lied, if Rox had been able to see my grin, I might not have been able to get away with that.

Karen stooped through the door, the bucket she was carrying was capped with hot suds and she saw the conscious Rox wearing a mortified expression. “Oh Rox!" Karen exclaimed, moving quickly to her side, placing the bucket down and kneeling to hug the distressed young girl, “you poor thing! How are you doing?"

Roxie, overwhelmed with emotion began sobbing, her reply coming out haltingly. “This is so embarrassing Karen, I wish I was never born!"

Karen bent again to place her massive cheek against Rox' and squeezed her tight. “It's ok Rox. We all make mistakes and everyone here loves you. This will never leave the room, I promise. How is your hoohoo feeling Rox?"

“Not too sore. A little burny is all," Rox fought to bring her tears under control.

Atlas looked about as small as he was going to get, and I reached under the pair, pressing gently on Rox' vulva to spread it gently. A small jolt of ecstasy shuddered Rox' tiny body and she drew in a sharp breath. Carefully I began coaxing the diminished knot out of her tight tunnel, taking care to keep it as close to centre as possible. The extraction briefly grew more difficult, Rox was wracked with a wave of pleasure, her powerful young orgasm rolling her eyes back into their sockets. She let out a lustful whine, body shuddering as her mound flexed around the invading Atlas.

Roxy looked as though she was becoming embarrassed again, desperate to comfort her I started speaking gently, mind scrambling to find something comforting to tell her. “It's ok Rox; we understand how excruciating your heat is. Even I have been out of my mind horny with you around this week."

She paused briefly before asking, “What's horny Daddy?"

“Sorry, aroused sweetie."

I watched as her cheeks turned crimson under the silky white fur on her muzzle but pressed on with conversation to keep her distracted. “It's just that Atlas is a very large mutt, and you shouldn't try something like this without one of us here to make sure he doesn't get his knot inside your little slit."

Karen shot me another angry glance, but I shrugged helplessly. If Rox was going to do this anyway, the least we could do was protect her from getting hurt.

I resumed extracting Atlas; he was growing impatient and becoming energetic. His knot finally squeezing past her opening with an abrupt pop and my arm was flooded with warm, pungent dog semen; the creamy fluid tinged a slight shade of pink. Rox let out a cute squeak as her exhausted body was wracked with an aftershock of her orgasm, eyes closing and claws gripping on the carpet.

Atlas, wagging, circled away from us, padding to the corner of the room to sit and clean himself.

Rox attempted to straighten up, my arm keeping her in place, rump still raised to the air. “Karen, come here," I asked, moving my head aside for her to inspect my daughter's swollen entrance.

She inspected Roxie carefully and I asked, uncertainly, “You think we still need to go to the doctor? I don't see too much blood, showing her my semen drenched forearm.

Karen pulled a thoughtful face as she contemplated, answering, “hmm, maybe we can clean up here a little and all take a warm shower first, but I still think we should go. Atlas' size must have penetrated her cervix, that's likely what made her pass out. I'd rather be sure than have infection problems later on." Karen was already cleaning the floor. “We are probably going to have to book an emergency appointment with the paediatrician. I'm not sure Dr Schwartz is going to be able to deal with this Chris. Just take Rox for a shower, I'll join you when I'm done cleaning the fluids, the door is just going to have to wait. If Rox can manage, get her to squat in the shower, hopefully gravity will expel some more of Atlas' semen."

Guiding my exhausted girl to the shower, I watched her reaction to check the temperature of the water was right. She didn't complain, and I carefully soaped her down. It had been years since the two of us had showered together and I grew apprehensive as I felt my erection return; my knot swelling outside my soft sheath, hoping Rox was too worn to care. She noticed though, staring at my length standing proud before me. I saw her frightened look at the sight, 10 inches of it bobbing as blood was pumped into it, punctuated by a knot the size of two of Rox' fists held together.

“Yes sweetie," I answered nervously making way as Karen stepped in with us. “You just had something that size inside your little hole. Next time I'm sure you'll be more careful."

Rox glanced up at Karen's crotch, hesitated and asked, “Doesn't it hurt when he puts it in you Karen?"

The idea was ridiculous, and made the two of us grin. Karen was massive, the tall shower rose only managing to hit her in the chest, if she wanted her thick mane wet she needed to stoop. Karen did something then that I hadn't expected, she turned her broad body, answering at the same time, “No sweetie, I'm not as little as you," she bent forward and pulled her tunnel open, probably exposing herself to make Rox feel less embarrassed at her own situation, displaying her cavernous pink tunnel surrounded by black horse vulva, water droplets splashing and forming tiny beads on her warm membranes. A gush of moist shower air was sucked into her warm depths and I laughed at the rude sound. Karen stood, feigning indignance, but eventually grinning along with the two of us.

“When Karen is in heat, my penis isn't enough for her," I barely managed to keep the laughter out of my voice, “I spend half the day with my leg buried past the knee inside her. Feels like I have run a marathon through soft mud every day for a month. Karen's playful swipe rocked me back and I let the shower wall catch me, rubbing my stinging shoulder. There wasn't much I could do in retaliation in the cramped shower, though I did have a pee waiting. Still aroused, I released it in a high arc, connecting the mare square in her muscular stomach, the remainder of the shower turning into a playful tussle involving the three of us, me spending much of the remainder of the time being suspended upside down, the girls ganging up, tickling me, my canid body wracked with laughter until the water grew tepid. There would have to be a rematch with some way to improve my odds.

The ride to the paediatrician was more sober, Rox was nervous and the human specialist gave me a suspicious look when Karen began explaining, I just shrugged and told her to get the story straight from Rox. Rox cried during the retelling, more from embarrassment than anything but the paediatrician relaxed her stance and grew instantly friendlier. The exam was brief, but Rox winced noticeably, holding back more tears.

The three of us grew closer after the incident, that night Rox asked to sleep with the two of us. It was torture, her scent driving me insane. Fortunately she fell quickly asleep, Karen, seeing my need, fetched a pile of our absorbent bath sheets and I ploughed her till my body shut down from fatigue, having changed the towels several times in prior to that.

Describing the three weeks that followed in one sentence would be difficult, let's just say it was certainly… eventful. That though, as they say is a story for a different day.