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“Wow, your dog is really well behaved… good job on the training” Marcus continued to compliment his friend as he let the drink he held in his paw linger on his tongue, closing his eyes but for a moment as he let the near burning liquor wash down his throat. It was harsh in its straight form, but strong enough to keep his nerves steady. It took everything in his power to not just join in, but he knew, at least for now it was time to relax and watch the show.
“Thanks Marcus,” his friend replied, the rottweiler watching the savannah cat as he watched what was on display, almost enjoying the tension in the man’s eyes more than the actual acts, “Yours is just as well behaved, how did you go about training her?”
The playful use of roles only increased the growing bulge in the feline’s pants as he listened to the heavy feral panting that filled the room, the loud, ecstatic moans of a young female almost overpowering them at times. “It takes dedicated training, you need to know when to be firm, and when to be delicate.” His eyes raised as he looked at his daughter, keeping a firm grip on the leash he held as he watched her. The rottweiler also held a leash, but his was attached the collar of an actual feral dog, the excited feral still panting and yipping as it continued to thrash hard against the girl. The young savannah cat had a look of glazed pleasure in her eyes, paws clinging to the beast’s back as it continued to pound into her, her young pussy leaving its cock soaked as it kept threatening to knot her at any moment.
The rottweiler stepped over to the nearby table that was next to the couch where all the commotion was going in, grabbing his emptied glass and filling it with more whiskey. When he returned, his friend was breathing a little heavier, pants tented heavily as he watched his daughter writhe in passion to what the animal was doing to her. The rottweiler grinned as he held up his glass to the devious father, proposing a toast, “To good pet owners.”
Marcus looked to his friend then back to his daughter, hearing her squeal out almost painfully as the dog’s knot pounded at her spreaded folds, “Yeah… to good pet owners.” The glasses clinked, their contents emptied slowly down the adults’ throats as the younger feline was left howling from the heavy bloating of the invading knot.