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Anyway, onto the description. \n\nIn a world where anthropomorphic dogs are scorned and mistreated because of their genetically altered origins, Jazz the adorable Golden Retriever can't make enough money selling Pup Scout Cookies, because the racist and mean-spirited humans are giving all their money to the [i]Girl[/i] Scout Cookies in competition. But she soon learns a secret that could easily earn her [i]tons[/i] of money—too bad she has to learn it on the fly.\n\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nLooking to get a front row seat to the action? 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In a world where anthropomorphic dogs are scorned and mistreated because of their genetically altered origins, Jazz the adorable Golden Retriever can't make enough money selling Pup Scout Cookies, because the racist and mean-spirited humans are giving all their money to the Girl Scout Cookies in competition. But she soon learns a secret that could easily earn her tons of money—too bad she has to learn it on the fly.



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", "writing": "\"How are we going to sell fifty boxes of cookies in one day!?'' Jazz whined. The little pup was easily twenty-five years old, but, of course, she'd spent the first thirteen years of her life as a clump of cells in the lab, like all other furs. As a result, she looked like she was a twelve-year-old girl, almost exactly like the Human Scouts that were set up on the other side of the street, canvassing their cookies with a big, fancy table and cute little humans in pigtails.\n\n\"Well, you won't with that attitude,'' Ms. Barkclay replied. The Rough Collie was from the first batch of furs to be released by Genutech, and her muzzle was gray from years of experience in the harsh world. She'd lived through the Civil Rights movement of 2035, when furs had won their emancipation from Genutech, and were granted the rights of full citizenship, but that didn't mean that human society had come to accept them yet. The vast majority of clients with money to spend on cookies crossed the street to buy from the Human Scouts...even some of the furs.\n\n\"But everyone is going over to [i]them[/i],'' Jazz whimpered. She was never going to sell enough to go to Disneyland! What did those girls have over [i]her?[/i] She looked just as cute in the green vest, skirt, and socks of the Pup Scouts, bows tied in her medium-length, golden-yellow hair. Indeed, if anything, the Yellow Labrador was [i]cuter[/i] than the girls across the street, and no one could match her puppy-dog eyes.\n\n\"Believe me, dear, we furs have had to overcome far worse than this. We?ll just have to set up on another street. Want to help me start packing up, girls? She was speaking to the other two twelve-year-olds, a nervous-looking Chihuahua named Stacy wearing overalls beneath her green vest, and a pretty Doberman girl named Amber with a short haircut that made her striking but fearsome. Jazz had been afraid of Amber when she?d first joined this orphanage, but the girl was actually pretty nice.\n\nJazz sighed and started packing up their boxes of cookies and signs with the other two girls, but before they were halfway done, they actually got a visitor! The Yellow Lab looked up in surprise, but it wasn't a rich human who'd come over, but another fur. Still, if he had any money, it would go a long way. She perked her ears and approached the lanky Boxer, saying, \"Would you like a box of cookies!?''\n\nThe man's rich, brown fur gave way to white on his chest, his droopy lips framing his short, square muzzle. He was too young to be from the first generation like Ms. Barkclay, but appeared to be in his early twenties. He looked down at the three, cute little puppies and raised an eyebrow at their fifty-year-old teacher. \"I might be in the market,'' he smiled, kneeling down to Jazz's height.\n\n\"Great!'' she chirped. \"Which one?'' One sale was a good start to chip away at the formidable fifty she needed to sell.\n\n\"Let me smell them,'' he said, as she held out boxes of the five different flavors. Boxers must have great noses, because Jazz couldn?t smell anything through the cardboard and plastic wrap, but this young man took a long, hard sniff of the Caramel Nutbutters. He kept sniffing until he reached the end of the table where Ms. Barkclay was standing, and grinned, \"Ooh, that last box smells heavenly,'' he said, meeting eyes with the Rough Collie.\n\nTheir caretaker widened her eyes, looking down at the smiling young man. Jazz wasn't sure why she stiffened up, but when her teacher looked over the three disheartened girls, she let out her breath and wagged her tail, saying, \"Well, it's for sale.''\n\n\"How much?'' the dog said, standing up in front of Ms. Barkclay.\n\n\"I'll tell you what,'' the collie said softly, ears perked. \"You buy two of each kind and I'll throw in the last box for free.''\n\nJazz could hardly believe what she was hearing. [i]Ten[/i] boxes of cookies!? Sure, the eleventh would have to come from the woman?s own pocket, but those sales would go far to get Jazz to Disneyland. She?d never heard of anyone buying that much at one time, but to her shock, the Boxer said, \"So cheap? It?s a deal.''\n\nJazz dropped her jaw. Her teacher was a master negotiator. How had she known he'd have that much money to throw away? Or perhaps she could tell he liked Pup Scout Cookies? Ms. Barkclay said, \"Okay girls, keep packing up. I've got to go to this man's car to help set it up for the cookies. Don't you stray, now. The van should be open, and with the three of you should be able to pack up. Put the table in first, remember.''\n\n\"Okay, Ms. Barkclay!'' the three girls replied at once, excitedly. Their sales would have been a wash, but now it looked like they were about to make a huge windfall! Jazz immediately went to work, packing up, a bounce in her step that hadn?t been there a minute ago, while the Boxer and Rough Collie walked across the parking lot around the Greer building where the dog must have parked.\n\n\"Oh, wow, ten boxes!'' Jazz exclaimed.\n\nAmber nodded. \"We just have to meet four more guys like him, and we'll raise the whole amount!''\n\nStacy was quivering with excitement. \"How rich is that guy?''\n\nJazz shook her head, the Yellow Labrador cocking her head. \"Why did he say ?so cheap?? Buy ten get one free...?''\n\nThe three furs started diligently packing up, carrying the boxes and flyers and money box a hundred yards to where their van was parked. Amber stayed with the table, since they couldn't carry it [i]and[/i] all the boxes, and they didn't want anyone to steal it. It was going to take three or four trips at this rate, but Jazz couldn't get her last question out of her head. Something weird was going on, and she needed to know what. After just one trip to the van, she told Stacy, \"Keep going - I've got to ask Ms. Barkclay a question.''\n\nThe Chihuahua protested. \"It?s going to take me [i]forever[/i] to carry the boxes alone.''\n\n\"Shush, Stacy, I?ll be right back.''\n\nThe Yellow Lab walked across the parking lot toward the Greer building. The old, brick department store had been repurposed as a gym before closing down entirely, the parking lot mostly empty. Why had the Boxer parked here? There was nothing on the side of this building. Jazz picked up her pace, wondering if Ms. Barkclay was in some kind of danger. She reached the corner of the building, passing an old dumpster - the kind with the diagonal top and two plastic doors. She could hear something around the corner, and she heard Barkclay's voice. Carefully, the young girl peeked around the corner.\n\nJazz's eyes widened at the unfamiliar scene. Ms. Barkclay was leaning back against the wall of the Greer building, but the Boxer was kneeling in front of her. The young male was half-obscured by the collie's ankle-length skirt as he pushed his muzzle up underneath it, his paws disappearing into the poofy green cloth to hold her legs. His stub-tail poked out of his jeans, wagging fast, while Barkclay had her eyes clenched shut and her head tilted back, her fingers clenching the cloth of her skirt tight as she hiked it further up.\n\nOnly then did Jazz see exactly what was going on, her jaw dropping. Barkclay's panties had been pulled down, revealing her plump, pink spade, and the man on the street was greedily lapping at it. The young girl watched as his forceful tongue spread her vulva apart again and again, plunging unabashedly into the whimpering collie?s cunny. The woman groaned, \"Such an eager young man...''\n\nThe Boxer paused to gaze up at the older collie. \"I know a bitch in heat when I smell one.''\n\nThe teacher just whined, and he went back to work making her pant. Jazz had never heard the term 'heat' used that way before, and her face burned at the man?s use of a swear word. But the Yellow Lab couldn't look away, knowing just how wrong it was - she knew that Ms. Barkclay shouldn't be doing this, and she knew even better than she wasn't supposed to be watching it. Jazz tried to remember the smell, and realized that the Boxer was right - her teacher had started smelling a bit different in the last couple of days. Jazz recognized the scent from a few of the older orphans as well, but not all the time, and only from the girls. Perhaps most intriguing, she'd smelled the same scent from [i]herself[/i] in just the past couple of days.\n\n\"Oh! Oh!'' Barkclay gasped, her paws gripping the fur on the back of the Boxer's head. She yelped and then covered her mouth, muffling her moans.\n\nBut the young man said, \"Let it all out.''\n\n\"What if someone hears,'' she whined. \"The kids...''\n\n\"They're gonna have to learn where puppies come from eventually...'' Recognition shot through the young girl, realizing that they were talking about [i]mating[/i]. Is that what he was doing to her?\n\nHer teacher's legs went visibly weak, and she said, \"Won't my tongue do?''\n\n\"Not for ten boxes,'' he said, reaching up to cup her quivering spade with one paw. \"I wanna knot your tight cunt.''\n\nBarkclay whimpered, but shook her head. \"Not for ten boxes. You can cum in me, but no knotting!''\n\n\"But then how'll I make sure to fill that big belly of yours with a litter of feral mutts?''\n\n\"There's still a small chance,'' she pointed out.\n\nJazz paused. She knew about pregnancy from the human women she saw, but she'd thought that furs [i]couldn't[/i] get pregnant. All furs came from vats in Genutech. But no, he wasn't talking about furs. He'd said [i]feral[/i] mutts. Was it possible she could give birth to [i]four-legged[/i] puppies?\n\n\"I'll just have to get lucky,'' he grinned, grabbing the woman's skirt and pulling it down alongside her pink panties. All she was wearing now was her blouse, which even now she was unbuttoning.\n\n\"Or I'll have to get unlucky,'' she grinned.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'll leave you satisfied either way,'' the Boxer added, confidently. There, right in front of Jazz's eyes, he reached down to his pants and undid the belt, dropping his trousers and his underwear in one smooth motion. 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Leaning forward, he guided himself deeper, tilting his muzzle and kissing the woman. Jazz whined, but there was no way they'd hear it over their own panting groans, and suddenly the young girl found her own paw sneaking under her green Pup Scout skirt. She didn't even know what she was doing, but it felt so good as she slipped that paw beneath her panties and cupped her completely damp pussy. With the dumpster behind her, she was completely unseen, pushing first one, then three fingers into her puffy mound, imagining it was [i]her[/i] panting above the well-endowed Boxer.\n\nBreaking their kiss, the collie panted, \"Oh God, you're so big!''\n\n\"And you're tight,'' he groaned, stabbing up harder. \"But not as tight as those girls you were watching.''\n\nBarkclay moaned, bucking up and down on the health dose of canine cock. \"Y-you liked what you saw?'' she whined.\n\n\"I think that Labrador bitch is old enough. She for sale, too?''\n\n\"Maybe in a f-few years,'' Barkclay shivered, curling her toes as he pumped her into the brick wall. \"But there are some older girls at the orphanage you might like...''\n\nJazz groaned, humping her paw, astounded to hear the way the Boxer was talking about her. He wanted her like he was taking Barkclay! And what did the woman mean when she said Jazz might be for sale in a few years!? Was her teacher selling her students out to be mated for money?\n\n\"I'll gladly make more 'donations','' he agreed. \"It's a good cause.''\n\nMs. Barkclay whined, bouncing up and down on the dog's big cock. The Boxer lowered his muzzle to lap powerfully between her large breasts, causing the collie to toss her head back and whimper, \"P-Pull out...''\n\nFalling to all fours, Jazz peeked her head around the corner, her paw still squished inside her puffy spade, eyes locked on the two adults? straining loins. She dropped her jaw, watching Ms. Barkclay's pussy start to expand, inflating like a birthday balloon. When the Boxer obeyed, her lips yawned open, revealing the base of his cock, twin glands still swelling outside of her. He was [i]huge[/i] and still growing, but now safely outside of her.\n\n\"Do the little bitches know they're gonna be whores when they grow up?'' he growled.\n\nMs. Barkclay shook her head. \"Not yet - and not all of them. I only ask the cutest, most outgoing ones.''\n\n\"The lab?'' he asked, referring to Jazz even as the young bitch imagined herself impaled on the Boxer's cock, moaning like her teacher.\n\n\"Jazz?'' Barkclay asked absent-mindedly, distracted humping her horny hips. He nodded and she said, \"N-not her. She's too...innocent. The Doberman, though. Amber'll learn how to be obedient.''\n\n\"For two hundred bucks, I'll fix that 'innocence' problem [i]right now[/i],'' he grinned.\n\n\"[i]Two hundred?[/i]'' the woman replied, dropping her jaw. Jazz bit her lip as she watched her teacher literally debating whether to sell her young body to the amorous stud. Labrador juice spilled down her paw as she humped her fingers, watching. \"N-no,'' she whined, and Jazz felt a strange resentment. She didn't think that Jazz was \"cute and outgoing?'' It's not that she wanted to be sold without even being asked, but she'd always thought that Ms. Barkclay thought very highly of her. The collie continue, \"She's in heat - I can't have such young girls getting puppies!''\n\n\"Three hundred?'' the Boxer asked hopefully, pounding up and into the collie as he licked her neck.\n\n\"The State'd shut us down,'' she whined. \"But for two hundred, I'll let you have the Doberman...''\n\n\"She'll have to do,'' the excited stud dog moaned in agreement. \"You -unhf- [i]drive[/i],'' he gasped, punctuating his last word with a hard thrust up the collie's cooch, \"a hard bargain.''\n\nJazz blinked. Ms. Barkclay had just sold her friend, Amber. The young Doberman had no idea what was about to happen to her, but Jazz couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Ms. Barkclay was [i]clearly[/i] enjoying this dark alley mating, and the Yellow Lab couldn't figure out why the collie seemed so set against her following in Barkclay's pawprints. She implied she might [i]never[/i] ask Jazz to join the older girls. Jazz groaned, stuffing her pussy with four fingers and pretending she was Amber riding the Boxer's dick. What a lucky girl!\n\nBut it was the Boxer that got lucky. Spurred on by the upcoming deal, he pushed Barkclay back against the wall and [i]pounded[/i] her with renewed vigor. She just lay back, moaning into the sky, bucking her hips as she met his fierce thrusts. \"D-do it!'' she stammered.\n\n[i]Pop![/i]\n\nJazz cocked her head, staring sideways at their sticky union. Sure enough, he'd rammed his knot back into his collie whore, and she was bulging lewdly around him. \"Fuck!'' he barked. \"I'm...stuck.''\n\n\"Don?t stop!'' she yelped, squeezing her legs around him. \"You just bought yourself another ten boxes...''\n\n\"You?re sure it?s okay? I mean, I could...''\n\nMs. Barkclay leaned up, tilted her muzzle, and kissed the big Boxer, licking her lips after as she said, \"This won't be my[i] first[/i] litter of unwanted mutts. And it won't be my last.''\n\nWith that, the two dogs fucked like bunnies, wet, hot, and heaving, tails wagging wildly. Barkclay's toes curled on either side of her masculine mate, humping hard as he hilted himself inside her. And mate they did, as the Boxer let loose his balls, breeding his bucking bitch, the quivering tie holding it all in. She howled and panted, milking him of every drop, letting him splatter her fertile womb for the price of ten boxes of cookies.\n\nJazz moaned and her entire body tensed up and then vibrated at a frequency she'd never felt before, trembling around her paw, which was now drenched. Her yellow tail wagged wildly as she squealed softly, then bit back the sound, peeking around the corner to see if they noticed. But the adults were far too busy in their [i]own[/i] orgasms to hear the little squeak around the corner. Gasping, the young girl collapsed to her knees on the ground, aching with need.\n\nMs. Barkclay, however, seemed completely satisfied, whining like the bitch she was as the Boxer claimed her. Her clenching cunny could barely contain the large dog's knot, her belly bloating with his heavy cream. \"Oh, fuck,'' she stammered. \"Who's a good boy?''\n\nHe grinned, jabbing up into her again and letting loose. \"I am!''\n\nLicking his nose, the older collie agreed. \"You've earned a treat.''\n\n\"Jazz?'' he asked hopefully, and once again the aforementioned girl felt strange in her tummy, hoping her teacher might say 'yes'.\n\nBut Barkclay shook her head. \"You've already sired one litter today. But you can have Amber at half-off. Give me a hundred and I'll arrange things. But no knotting!'' She reached down to cup her own hugely distended spade. \"You can use whatever holes you want, but she's not ready for [i]this[/i] yet.''\n\nStill quivering, Jazz realized she had to get out of there, [i]fast[/i], or she'd definitely be discovered. Standing on shaky legs, she pulled her panties up to cover her plastered mound and ran back to the others while the adults cleaned up. When she got back, Stacy was fuming. \"I had to carry everything!''\n\nAmber was leaning against the van. \"Where'd you run off to?''\n\nJazz gulped. \"I hadda find a bathroom,'' she lied, \"so I went in the Greer building''.\n\nThat seemed to satisfy the two girls. Jazz couldn't even look at Amber, knowing what she knew. The thirteen-year-old girl was pretty cute in the green-and-white skirt and blouse against her chocolate fur, just a touch of caramel visible on her neck and thighs. Soon, the Boxer would see more than a glimpse, though. The oblivious Doberman said, \"Where's Ms. Barkclay and that guy?''\n\nJazz just shrugged, and soon enough, the two pulled up in the Boxer's four-door sedan. Only Ms. Barkclay got out, her fur still ruffled. \"Alright kids, Mr. Hanover is all paid up. You're in luck! He decided to double his order and get [i]twenty[/i]-[i]two[/i] boxes.''\n\nStacy and Amber cheered, and Jazz joined in belatedly, pretending she didn't know why he'd upped the purchase. And she didn't hear anything about the additional $100 he'd paid her. Ms. Barkclay said, \"Alright girls, let's load up his trunk.''\n\nAfter the boxes were stashed, she said, nonchalantly, \"Amber, do you mind riding with Mr. Hanover to help him carry these into his house? It's a lot of boxes...''\n\nJazz froze, trembling slightly, but Amber said, \"Yes, Ms. Barkclay'' obediently.\n\nAs the unsuspecting Doberman got into the car, her teacher said, \"He'll drive you back to the orphanage when you're done. Do be a good girl and obey Mr. Hanover like you would me.''\n\nThe Yellow Lab watched in awe as the car drove off, leaving young Amber completely at the Boxer's mercy. One hundred dollars goes a long way...\n\n\"Come on, girls, let's try canvassing,'' the collie said, not even bothering to watch as her student was driven off to a new and unfamiliar fate.\n\nJazz couldn't get the image of her teacher, pushed up against the wall, whining as the Boxer bred her. Just to sell a dozen boxes of cookies for Jazz! Because [i]she[/i] wanted to go to Disneyland. Now she [i]knew[/i] she had to sell the remaining 30 boxes, or Ms. Barkclay's unwanted litter would be for [i]nothing[/i]. She'd been warned not to go alone into any human neighborhoods, but humans were the ones with the money.\n\nAs soon as she was out of sight of Ms. Barkclay, Jazz rushed over to Eighth Street, where the lawn hedges were trimmed and the landscaping impeccable. This was no poor neighborhood. The houses were three times the size of the orphanage back home. She gripped the clipboard tightly, staring at the empty lines she hoped to fill with big orders from these wealthy suburbanites. Biting her lip, the young Labrador walked up to the first house, ringing the doorbell.\n\n\"Three boxes.'' That's what the human woman had said. Jazz couldn't help but wag her tail. Perhaps those pink bows in her hair were finally paying off! And her success continued with the next house, and the next, 8 boxes total. Twenty-two to go! The women on this street had been perfectly polite, and treated the young fur just fine. Jazz wondered exactly what Ms. Barkclay had been so afraid of...things had changed since the Fur Rights Amendment.\n\nThrilled, the only thing bothering the young girl were her damp, white panties, itching between her legs with each step. She hadn't had a chance to get a new pair. Exasperated at the sensation, she finally looked both directions before hiding behind a tree in the nearest yard and yanking the cloth off of her. Her skirt still covered her up just fine anyway, and now she could walk without her glistening, swollen spade rubbing against the noisome panties. Luckily, her skirt came with pockets, and she stuffed the sodden underwear into her back pocket.\n\nShe was positively skipping as she walked through the front gate of 136 Eighth Street, the tall, rectangular hedges towering over her head. Twin white pillars flanked the front door. Her lilac panties, still damp, had started to poke through her vest pocket, unbeknownst to Jazz. The large, shiny metal gate swung closed with a loud [i]cla-clunk[/i] as it latched behind her. The Yellow Labrador took a moment to flatten out the fur on her tail, startled, before approaching the front door, clipboard in hand. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward to ring the doorbell, the white fur on her paws matching the immaculately painted doorway.\n\n\"What do you - oh.''\n\nJazz jumped a foot in the air, the booming voice coming from nowhere. Floppy ears held back, the young girl looked all around, before she noticed a camera turn and focus on her from above. The voice must have come from the speaker system.\n\n\"I don't want any cookies, [i]beastling[/i],'' the masculine voice said, using a slur that made her tail twitch. \"Get your ass off my property, before I sic the dogs on you.''\n\nThe girl gulped, but whoever owned this property clearly had the money for several boxes of cookies. In the past, she might well have run for the hills, but she [i]had[/i] to reach her order number. Looking up at the camera, she gave her best twelve-year-old puppy-dog eyes and said, \"A-are you sure? I'm trying to earn enough -''\n\n\"I?m not going to tell you twice,'' the voice boomed. \"You're trespassing in [i]my[/i] yard.''\n\n\"But -'' she gasped.\n\nBut that was all the excuse he needed to get back to whatever he had been doing. A loud ratcheting \"clank-clank'' sound perked up Jazz's ears as a gate began to open to the right of the main entrance. She yelped when she heard movement from the other end of the gate. Deep barks and growls. He really was releasing the hounds!\n\n[i]Now[/i] she got the message. This was the kind of human Ms. Barkclay had warned her about, that didn't view furs as people. They still thought of them as designer, artificial servants! Spinning on her heel, Jazz yipped and bolted for the front gate, gripping the clipboard tightly in one hand, the mechanical clunking of the gate ringing in her ears. When the little Pup Scout glanced over her shoulder, she saw a glimpse of the dogs straining at the gate, almost through. \n\nBut she was at the gate. The bars were too thin to squeeze through, even for her, so she reached for the heavy latch...and it didn't budge. The heavy mechanism required both her hands at once. Dropping the clipboard without a second thought, she grasped the latch with both paws, making progress even as she heard the dogs barking - the sound getting [i]closer[/i].\n\nShe didn't have time. Frantic, the girl bolted to the side, hoping to find a place to get through the hedge before realizing how solid the green plants were. She'd have a better chance trying to squeeze through the bars of the gate. She only made it ten feet along the hedges before the bristling guard dogs caught up with her, and with a scream, she turned to face them, paws up to protect her.\n\nBut they were near the gate. At first she thought they were keeping her from leaving, but instead she saw them sniffing and interested at something white on the ground. Ears perking, she saw her panties! They must have fallen out of her back pocket when she bolted, and now the fierce dogs were playing with them!\n\nThere were two, but they were both bigger than she was. She couldn't decide which one terrified her more, the Rottweiler, with his wide, bared-tooth grin, or the Bullmastiff, slightly larger with a Bulldog's droopy, drool-covered mug. But it was the Rottie that lost interest first, trotting meaningfully over to the young girl while the light-brown mastiff grabbed her underwear in his mouth and shook them like a dog toy.\n\nJazz fell to her knees and cowered in front of the big, black dog, making herself small and unthreatening.\n\nBut when the Rottweiler reached her, he stopped and sniffed. Tears fell down Jazz's face, eye-to-eye with the curious black dog. Snuffling harder, the dog's nose drew him along her trembling body, and it wasn't until he reached her backside that Jazz realized what was going on. He could smell her heat, still wet from when she'd fingered herself to Mr. Hanover.\n\n\"Hey!'' she whined, as the inquisitive nose poked under her tail and lifted her from her knees to all fours. \"Hey - ohhhhh!'' she yipped, when he lavished her puffy mound with his broad tongue. Her fear gave way suddenly to pleasure, her pussy bouncing as the big dog ran licked the entire surface of her quivering vulva.\n\nThis must be what it had felt like when the Boxer had licked Ms. Barkclay! Shivering, Jazz mimicked her teacher, moaning softly and spreading her legs. But Mr. Hanover was a [i]person[/i], and this was an [i]attack dog![/i] The Yellow Labrador dug her nails into the lawn, glancing over her shoulder where the dog took advantage of her hiked skirt and defenseless pussy. \"N-no,'' she panted, her face burning. \"Bad dog!''\n\nThe Rottweiler growled at her, unimpressed by her quavering voice, and Jazz promptly shut up, lip trembling. The dog returned to her cunt, but [i]this[/i] time, he pushed his tongue [i]inside[/i] her. Jazz whined, her tail getting a mind of its own and curling off to the side as her sensitive folds spread easily for his inquisitive organ. He guzzled her flavor, lapping it all down.\n\nFur standing on end, the little girl tried to crawl back toward the front gate, but that tongue followed her for several feet before the dog pulled free and barked a single warning. \"S-sorry!'' she yelped, staying put. That cost her her only chance at escape, as small as it was.\n\nBecause the dog wasn't interested in a taste anymore. Before Jazz knew what was happening, the Rottweiler mounted the Pup Scout from behind. The inexperienced girl didn't know what was happening at first, shrieking, flattening her ears, and covering her head for fear he would attack her. But instead, he just wrapped his claws around her waist, digging into the white fur of her thighs. Exhaling in relief that he hadn't bitten her, her eyes widened when she felt something between her legs that couldn't be his tongue. Looking over her shoulder, she could see that the heavy guard dog had his dick out, just like Mr. Hanover, and though she wasn't pushed up against a wall, she could see now how the canine intended to fuck her anyway.\n\n\"Help! Help!'' she yelled, either at the imposing house, or over the hedge to anyone passing by. If anyone in the house was watching though, they?d had plenty of chances to offer help, and no aid came from her plaintive whimpers.\n\nThat's how the Rottweiler claimed Jazz's virginity, poking straight through the poor girl's hymen with his fat dog cock. Her wet pussy [i]streeeeetched[/i] around him, the [i]poke[/i] making her toss her head back and [i]squeal[/i] in pain. That's not how Ms. Barkclay had felt when she sank down onto the Boxer's cock! Tears streamed down her face as her torn barrier bled, the dog ignoring her cries of pain. He climbed forward and grabbed her hair in his powerful jaws, yanking back so that she was whimpering up into the air.\n\nThe Bullmastiff watched from a distance before going back to Jazz's panties.\n\n\"No...no...no...NO!'' she chanted, but all her wishing couldn't change the fact that the Rottie was humping her hard, up and in, pumping through her ragged pussy. Was this how Amber felt when Mr. Hanover pushed the Doberman bitch onto his bed and he drove himself in? Jazz whined and took ever heavy thrust, her hips lifting almost all the way off the ground.\n\nThe dog wasted no time on pleasantries, tugging the small girl back onto his waiting dick, wedging more and more of his fat cock into her virgin pussy. She was helpless beneath him, her arms and legs trembling as she took the full brunt of his thrusts, her pink vulva wrapped around him. She wept as she felt his bony tip force its way deeper and deeper until he bottomed out in the bitch, his knot still outside. But he wasn't satisfied, grinding harder, trying to wedge his meaty knot through her heat-swollen spade.\n\n\"W-wait!'' she whined, remembering something Barkclay had said about the tie - that it would all but ensure a litter of feral puppies. If Mr. Hanover could give the collie a bellyful of four-legged Boxers, surely an [i]actual[/i] dog could, too. The beast was trying to knock her up!\n\nHis claws dug into her hips as he jammed her back against his enormous knot, battering her already aching pussy, but her entrance was too tight for him - yet. Again and again he hammered against her squished, puffy lips, tip poking right up to her womb. Jazz was [i]far[/i] from ready to be a mother, even to little puppies, and she certainly didn't want to indulge the panting Rottweiler on her back. She should have listened to her teacher, and never risked coming to this human neighborhood! They still viewed her as an animal, and this purebred guard dog was intent to breed her like one.\n\nWhining, Jazz tried to crawl away from him, but he kept his hips pressed to her furry, yellow ass, drooling through his love bite to matt saliva in her hair. She felt helpless on her hands and knees, pinned to the ground as the Rottweiler used her. She could feel his heavy balls slapping up against her white-furred thighs, the enormous shaft making the young girl bulge in all directions. Growling, the powerful animal pushed her face into the dirt, effectively lifting her rump a little higher. With a howl, the eager dog jabbed up and into her, this time actually lifting her off the ground, and with a loud, wet [i]pop![/i] her weight helped her sink down around his knot.\n\nInstantly, she felt the pressure of his enormous organ pushing against her innermost walls, and her fat spade clenched [i]hard[/i] around him, bloated like a balloon by his bulbus glandis. This was what a bitch was supposed to feel like, and the Rottweiler hammered her in sharp, quick thrusts, ignoring her protests as he aimed right between her unprotected goal posts. The goalie was long gone. \"S-stop!'' she whined futilely.\n\nHe shot - he [i]scored![/i] Balls churning, the dominant dog sprayed his seed right up against Jazz's untried womb, pumping load after load into her warm, underage cavern. She might not be ready for pups, but her rump was, and that was all that mattered. Her waiting eggs were bathed in his sticky, bubbling cum, millions of swimmers coating each one. In just a split second, the twelve-year-old Yellow Labrador went from innocent child to Rottweiler's pregnant bitch, his fat tie holding him in as he basted her belly.\n\nAt least the pain had dulled. Jazz panted, still wincing as the dog used her without a care for her own pleasure. Neither did her vulnerable eggs give a shit whether she was enjoying it. The pretty little Pup Scout looked a mess, her hair sopping, her clothes upended, her muzzle pressed into the dirt, whining as she took all he had to give her, her litter his to claim.\n\nAnd when he was done, he took one big lick of the side of her face and climbed off of her, his cock tugging her aching pussy as he went rump-to-rump with her, his balls still clenching where they rubbed against her little tail-hole. Jazz managed to pick herself off the ground, her ass so high in the air where she dangled from his knot that she was on her fingers and toes, staring blankly in front of her as her ear twitched, the unpleasant [i]squirts[/i] still audible. Tears streaked her face - she'd just wanted to sell cookies. Instead, she'd lost her virginity, and earned her first unwanted litter.\n\n[i]First, but not last?[/i] she wondered, trembling, remember what Ms. Barkclay had said to Mr. Hanover. Her teacher hadn't trusted her enough to sell her, like she had Amber, but maybe she would after [i]this[/i]. She couldn't exactly get this Rottweiler to buy any cookies, but while she was brimming with his bastard pups, it's not like she could get pregnant [i]again[/i]. This might prove she was ready after all.\n\n\"Damn.''\n\nJazz flung her eyes to the side, where a human was approaching - perhaps the one from the intercom. She'd been so lost in thought, she hadn't even noticed him!\n\nHe was young and white, his medium-length blonde hair parted near the middle, and he looked down at her with disdain. \"I told you to get off my property, not 'offer yourself to Baz'! What a guard dog this one turned out to be.''\n\n\"I'm sorry!'' she whimpered, gazing up at him. \"I didn't mean it...''\n\nHe shook his head. \"I should have known what a little bitch in heat would do. These boys don't get a lot of attention from the ladies. At least Baz seems to have enjoyed knocking you up,'' the man added, looking at the Rottweiler's wide, panting grin. The young man spared a glance for the dog's bulging tie, bloating out the little girl's spade. \"But now that you've gotten what you wanted, it's time for you to leave.''\n\nJazz nodded fervently.\n\n\"Unless...'' he said.\n\nShe perked her ears up and stared up with wide, fearful eyes. The man continued, \"If you want, I'd let Zinga fuck you, too. He's still just a puppy, but you could make him a true stud. What do you say?''\n\nThe Golden Labrador dropped her jaw, glancing over at the distracted Bullmastiff. He was bigger than Baz, but despite his fearsome, droopy face, seemed a bit nicer. He was still darting around with her wet, tattered undies, tail wagging in delight. Jazz looked from dog to dog to human and said, \"For ten boxes of cookies.'' Her heart skipped a beat, in disbelief at her own words.\n\nThe man was taken aback. \"Bullshit. If I just walked back in that house, you'd be under Zinga within the hour. You gengineered dogsluts can't help it! Why should I pay?''\n\nJazz shook her head. \"Baz got a freebie, but normally I get paid,'' she lied, feigning confidence and experience. \"You want me to help your dog you gotta pay.''\n\nThe man seemed almost impressed by her entrepreneurship, still tied by the cunt to his panting Rottweiler. \"I'll tell you what. I'll buy ten boxes, but I want the pick of the litter. Deliver the puppies, and [i]then [/i]you can deliver the boxes. That's standard practice for a stud fee.''\n\nJazz blinked. He wanted one of her puppies? She looked down at her belly, still sloshingly full of Rottweiler cum. She knew intellectually that she was probably pregnant, and that she was going to swell up and give birth, but it didn't seem [i]real[/i]. The puppies didn't seem [i]real[/i]. She wasn't even sure what Ms. Barkclay would want to do with them, so having one fewer didn't really seem to matter. \"It's a deal,'' she agreed, and the man stooped to shake her paw.\n\nBy the time the human had finished writing his order on the clipboard, Baz was getting restless, tugging harder at harder at Jazz's stuffed cunt. She bit her lip and dug her shoes and nails into the dirt, yelping when the Rottweiler finally [i]popped[/i] free, a rich splatter of dog seed erupting out of the young mother.\n\n\"Baz, here,'' he commanded, and the obedient guard dog left his used bitch without a second thought. Grabbing a lawn chair, the man sat and petted his satisfied dog, watching Jazz stand up with her legs still spread to let the excess cum drain out of her. When she glanced helplessly at Zinga, who was completely oblivious, the man said, \"It ain't my job. You're gonna have to get his attention.''\n\nGulping, Jazz wondered if she was really ready for this. Baz hadn't given her much of a choice, but there was a big difference between wishing she were up against the wall with Mr. Hanover or getting grabbed from behind by a Rottweiler, and actually having to seduce a huge, playful puppy. What if he wasn't interested? She needed those cookie sales!\n\n\"Here...Zinga...'' the Yellow Labrador tried lamely, but the Bullmastiff was busy tearing up her panties into little white shreds. When the man laughed, she stiffened, and marched over to the big, tan dog. When she got closer, he sniffed and looked up at her, cocking his head. Her heart skipped a beat in realizing that he was probably twice as large as she was, and his giant muzzle was as wide as her hips. His floppy muzzle was caked and dripping in saliva, both dried and fresh. At least she was taller than he was, standing up. With a shiver, the young Pup Scout lifted her green skirt, revealing her bare, dripping mound.\n\nPanties forgotten, the eager, oversized pup went right for it, sniffing Baz's cum before lapping it up. The huge, red tongue easily engulfed Jazz's triangular mound, and the Bullmastiff gulped fast and hard, swallowing his adoptive brother's sticky seed. Jazz yelped, trying to push his insistent head away, but he was far too strong.\n\n\"I think he likes you!'' the human said, scratching his Rottweiler behind the ears.\n\nJazz whined, realizing that seducing Zinga wasn't going to be as hard as she feared. Ears flat, she instinctively held her tail to the side, rocking her hips gently as that huge, soft tongue explored between her wet legs, squishing inside her in his effort to get every last drop. \"G-good dog,'' she groaned.\n\nIn no time, her white-splattered rump was spick and span, back to her standard light yellow fur and pink spade, but glossy and reflective in the sunlight due to a thick layer of doggy drool. Jazz was bucking her hips and squeezing down around Zinga's tongue when the man yelled, \"I'm not paying you to get [i]your[/i] rocks off! C'mon, get him going - he's not even hard.''\n\nSure enough the big mastiff was more interested in the flavor of her heat than the prospect of it. She had to get him interested. Whimpering, she closed her legs, barely managing to push the eager dog away from her spade long enough to drop to her hands and knees. Undeterred, he walked alongside her and stuffed his tongue under her tail. The young girl had an eyeful of his rump just to her left, his plump sheath swinging between his legs, but only the smallest bit of red was poking out. She let him continue to eat her out, but her hands went to the dog's cock, rubbing him gently and carefully, not wanting to anger the huge dog.\n\nHe was even bigger than Baz, and she reached back further with her free hand to grip his enormous balls. The brown-furred monstrosities dangled several inches, swinging back and forth until she cupped him. Shivering, she poked her head beneath him, returning the favor by running her tongue beneath his soft sheath. Her efforts paid off, as the young dog began to emerge from his sheath, the veiny red cock spilling into her mouth. Holding her breath, the lab bobbed her head back and forth, fondling Zinga's balls, trying not to give in to her body's demands for release despite his constant, deep and powerful licks.\n\nGroaning, Jazz crawled forward, letting instincts determine how her bare, yellow rump, peeking out from under her short green skirt, wiggled back and forth until she stopped a foot in front of Zinga, looking over her shoulder. Shivering, she watched the Bullmastiff's eyes as she hiked her tail up and to the left, perfectly presenting to him. He licked his lips, large splatters of drool descending from his lips, but despite his now half-hard erection, the virgin dog wasn't sure what to do. He followed his nose again, despite her \"no'', and went back to guzzling her protruding pussy. She crawled forward again, lowering her hips to encourage him to mount, but he just lowered his snout, and then a third time.\n\nThe man was laughing now, and Jazz flattened her ears. She wasn't going to fail Ms. Barkclay, and she was definitely going to earn enough sales to get to Disneyland. Growling, the yellow pup stood up and crawled over to the marble fountain that adorned this corner of the young man's yard, the weathered white stone providing a perch. Jazz wasn't sure how she could teach this dog what to do with his dick, but since instincts weren't working, she was going to mix things up.\n\nWhile Zinga bounced around, trying to get to her swollen pussy, the young girl sat on the edge of the fountain, laying back with her tail drooping down to the grass. She didn't have to wait long with her legs spread before the eager dog found her pointed spade, drenching her in heavy, wet kisses. Again, the temptation to give in and let him guzzle her cum was strong, and she reached up to unbutton her blouse, revealing her white-furred chest, her flat, pink nipples descending her belly. But she remembered her deal. Whimpering, she slid her paw down between her legs, wedging between his tongue and her mound, until her hand smelled almost as good as her cunt.\n\nThat's when she figured out the solution to the puzzle. Squeezing her legs shut just enough to cut him off from her source, Jazz held her hand to Zinga's nose, and he followed it, seeking the sweet scent of her heat. Whimpering, the young girl drew her hand slowly up her body, past her belly-button, up her bare chest, to her mouth, and sure enough, the dog followed, forced to hop up onto the marble platform as he climbed over her, sniffing.\n\nWhen he caught up to her hand at her mouth, she tilted her head and let him lick, kissing her. Scent or not, he found the inside of her muzzle fascinating, and the Bullmastiff forced his tongue inside, kissing her fiercely. Jazz flattened her ears and moaned, her first kiss anything but what she expected. When she felt his prick against her thigh, she whined obediently and spread her legs, feeling the heat of his genitals just inches from her swollen spade.\n\n\"Good boy!'' the man called. \"Knock that furslut up!'' Baz watched with disinterest, still tired from doing that exact thing twenty minutes earlier.\n\nJazz only had to wait, kissing Zinga back, their wet tongues sliding against each other in liquid harmony. He was on top of her, getting closer, and when his cock brushed her primed pussy, he knew what to do. It was like a flip was switched in his brain as he broke the kiss, growled down at his new friend, and [i]slammed[/i] up and into her.\n\n[i]Yip![/i] she squeaked, as Zinga's fat cock speared her trembling mound. Her soft, sopping flesh parted easily for him as he sank in all the way to his hilt, heavy balls slapping against her tailhole. \"Good dog!'' she wailed, wrapping her legs around him so fast that her shiny black shoes clicked together. He was even bigger than Baz, and he burrowed between her tight hips, straining her insides. Staring down her white belly, her eyes widened at the visible bulge his doggy dick made far beyond her straining spade, poking her abs. And this was [i]before [/i]he knotted her! Digging her fingers into the fur on his back, she tossed her head back against the marble and moaned.\n\nHis drool-drenched lips descending on her bare, exposed neck, and suddenly his wet tongue was engulfing her collar and neck, her vulnerability to the huge dog only making her shudder and thrust her hips, panting. Maybe the man was right, and she [i]was[/i] just a dogslut - a whore like her teacher. The collie would be so proud when she returned with a full order sheet (and a full belly). She arched her back, letting the dog slather her bare breasts, warm, wet tongue meeting her erect nipples. \"Zinga!'' she whined.\n\n\"Go on and knot that bitch - you've earned it,'' the man praised, petting Baz as they both watched the carnal feast before their eyes.\n\nWhether he understood or not, Jazz felt him growing just like the Rottweiler, only he didn't stop. Her pussy lips stretched to their limit, but he was still stretching her out, sealed completely. Her fat spade stuck out like an oversized valve on a beach ball, barely able to contain the huge cock. Tears formed in her eyes, but the pain couldn't compare to the sheer pleasure of his knot pounding against her clitoris. While she'd been reeling from the Rottweiler's sudden rape, she now felt a tingling unlike anything before, her straining pussy clenching down the barrel of the dog's cock, just inches from his loaded, spherical, extra large magazine. Whining, she bucked her small hips like an old washing machine, in short, sharp circles. \"Give it to me!'' she wailed.\n\nHumping her like his favorite pillow, Zinga groaned and lowered his floppy muzzle to her whimpering mouth and kissed her again, his entire tongue flooding her and cutting off her whines, and then, with a muffled grunt, the former virgin clenched his balls and came, flooding her trapped, unprotected pussy with a second batch of fertile fluid. She thrust and moaned as the sticky, bubbling cum pumped into her swelling belly, her bloated bulge holding everything in. She could [i]hear[/i] the messy [i]squirting[/i] as his orbs emptied into her, as if she weren't already straining to contain just his cock and knot. She was crying and sobbing, but from sheer ecstasy, the large dog plugging (almost) all of her holes at once and ravishing the little Pup Scout.\n\nHer brain was so overwhelmed she lost the ability to form new memories other than incomprehensible pleasure. The next thing she could process was the dog, finished completely with her ragged body, turning around, his enormous knot grinding and tugging at their tenuous tie until all she could see of him was her bulging cunt, his wagging tail, his drained balls, and his tight little tailhole. She let her legs fall to the ground, panting, drenched in saliva, and absolutely brimming with Bullmastiff cum.\n\n\"Baz, no!'' the man called, but it was too late, and the curious Rottweiler found their straining tie. Jazz yelped as another inquisitive tongue joined her oversensitive pussy, slurping at their union. Zinga didn't seem to mind, lifting his tail to let his brother enjoy the taste of bloated spade.\n\nBut the young man didn't want to buy another ten boxes of cookies. He dragged Baz back to the house, and when Zinga was finally done with her, he dragged that dog too, leaving an exhausted, sticky Pup Scout to pick herself up. Her panties were ruined, but she used the ragged remains to sop up what she could of her leaking cunt, and after straightening her clothes and her fur, she was almost passable. Gripping the clipboard and getting a final signature from the man, she winced and waddled out the gate, heading straight for the meeting place she'd prearranged with Ms. Barkclay.\n\nThe collie was in for a surprise!\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey didn't sell enough cookies to go to Disneyland. All told, between the twenty boxes Ms. Barkclay had secured from Mr. Hanover and the eighteen that Jazz had managed to secure, they were twelve boxes shy of the total. Stacy only managed to get one sale from an old lady who took pity on her, and Amber had been far too busy helping Mr. Hanover [i]'unload'[/i] to sell any more.\n\nIn the end, Jazz didn't really mind, because she would have been too busy to go to Disneyland anyway. Despite Ms. Barkclay's best efforts, the yellow Labrador had gone and gotten herself pregnant. Jazz was still surprised by the sad look on the collie's face when she found out - after all, the old woman's belly was growing alongside Jazz's, and the resourceful woman managed to sort out the underage pregnancy with the government and maintain funding to the orphanage.\n\nIf only the government knew what was going on on the top floor. A small cadre of the older girls helped the orphanage make ends meet by making their own ends meet with the knots of horny guys. Until now, Jazz had been just as ignorant as the rest of the younger girls, but now she and Amber were being inducted in with the fifteen and sixteen-year-olds. Jazz liked the jealous looks she got whenever guys chose [i]her[/i] over them, her cute, yellow fur and baby fat drawing quite a few of Barkclay's clients. Amber was also quite successful, though she seemed sad that Mr. Hanover always chose Jazz.\n\nBut eventually, Jazz's womb grew way too big to be turning tricks. Disneyland a distant memory, the young girl spent the week instead in bed, her belly so full she could barely get up to go to the bathroom. Ms. Barkclay helped all she could, keeping up her duties even as she also grew closer to her due date. Until finally, it was time.\n\nJazz and Ms. Barkclay had a set up in the basement, both beginning their contractions at almost the same time. Lying naked in their whelping beds, they talked each other through the pain, one of the sixteen-year-olds, Talea keeping watch just to be safe. Jazz was first, pushing and groaning until her first pup came out, a red, sloppy mess. Talea clipped the umbilical and washed the puppy in a tub of water, the blind little feral girl clearly from Zinga. Jazz grabbed the girl with both arms and hugged her tight, naming her Ziggy.\n\nShe held Ziggy even as her teacher struggled to give birth to a Boxie...or a Coller? The little boy looked a bit like his father. Again and again, she'd cautioned Jazz that they couldn't keep all the puppies, and that they could only really keep one. Jazz had once thought that would be fine, but now, holding Ziggy, trembling in her arms, she wondered how she could even part with one for the human.\n\nAgain and again, the two women gave birth, until finally Jazz pushed out the last one, panting. Six puppies, three from Baz, and three from Zinga, judging by the color, and she lay on her side to watch as they chirped and nursed from her overfull nipples. \"They're beautiful.''\n\nMs. Barkclay only had three, and she let them alternate for her breasts. \"They are, Jazz.''\n\nAfter weaning the puppies (who made quite the splash with all the girls at the orphanage), the long painful process of finding them homes began, first by Jazz taking the whole litter to an old friend, alongside ten boxes of cookies.\n\n\"This one,'' he said about Ziggy, and Jazz paled.\n\n\"A-are you sure?'' she whimpered. She'd been hoping that Ziggy would be the one that got to stick around the orphanage!\n\nThe man nodded. \"Look at her. They're all mutts, but she's got great shape and hips. I don't need another male. Baz and Zinga are going to be on her like a fat kid loves cake.''\n\nJazz paused, \"But...she's his [i]daughter[/i]!'' looking at Zinga.\n\n\"When she's in heat they won't care. And neither will she. You're all just dogs, you know. Pretend all you want, girl, if you were in a room alone with one of your boys, you'd fuck him, too.''\n\nJazz cried as she bid farewell to Ziggy, but at least she knew the dog was going to a good home. Jazz knew first hand how big and powerful the two males were. She couldn't really ask for a better life for her little one than them.\n\nShe tried and tried to get what the man said out of her head. She wouldn't really fuck her own son, would she? No, of course not. And yet, when the second-to-last puppy found a new home, she was left with Bezzi, a half-Rottie pup destined to be a big stud. She kept thinking about him getting older, being there when she needed him, touching herself...\n\nThe only thing that took her mind off of it was working on the top floor, humping and pumping underneath her devoted fans. She was always busy. The Labrador had developed quite a following!\n\nShe'd have to worry about Bezzi when the time came.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""How are we going to sell fifty boxes of cookies in one day!?'' Jazz whined. The little pup was easily twenty-five years old, but, of course, she'd spent the first thirteen years of her life as a clump of cells in the lab, like all other furs. As a result, she looked like she was a twelve-year-old girl, almost exactly like the Human Scouts that were set up on the other side of the street, canvassing their cookies with a big, fancy table and cute little humans in pigtails.

"Well, you won't with that attitude,'' Ms. Barkclay replied. The Rough Collie was from the first batch of furs to be released by Genutech, and her muzzle was gray from years of experience in the harsh world. She'd lived through the Civil Rights movement of 2035, when furs had won their emancipation from Genutech, and were granted the rights of full citizenship, but that didn't mean that human society had come to accept them yet. The vast majority of clients with money to spend on cookies crossed the street to buy from the Human Scouts...even some of the furs.

"But everyone is going over to them,'' Jazz whimpered. She was never going to sell enough to go to Disneyland! What did those girls have over her? She looked just as cute in the green vest, skirt, and socks of the Pup Scouts, bows tied in her medium-length, golden-yellow hair. Indeed, if anything, the Yellow Labrador was cuter than the girls across the street, and no one could match her puppy-dog eyes.

"Believe me, dear, we furs have had to overcome far worse than this. We?ll just have to set up on another street. Want to help me start packing up, girls? She was speaking to the other two twelve-year-olds, a nervous-looking Chihuahua named Stacy wearing overalls beneath her green vest, and a pretty Doberman girl named Amber with a short haircut that made her striking but fearsome. Jazz had been afraid of Amber when she?d first joined this orphanage, but the girl was actually pretty nice.

Jazz sighed and started packing up their boxes of cookies and signs with the other two girls, but before they were halfway done, they actually got a visitor! The Yellow Lab looked up in surprise, but it wasn't a rich human who'd come over, but another fur. Still, if he had any money, it would go a long way. She perked her ears and approached the lanky Boxer, saying, "Would you like a box of cookies!?''

The man's rich, brown fur gave way to white on his chest, his droopy lips framing his short, square muzzle. He was too young to be from the first generation like Ms. Barkclay, but appeared to be in his early twenties. He looked down at the three, cute little puppies and raised an eyebrow at their fifty-year-old teacher. "I might be in the market,'' he smiled, kneeling down to Jazz's height.

"Great!'' she chirped. "Which one?'' One sale was a good start to chip away at the formidable fifty she needed to sell.

"Let me smell them,'' he said, as she held out boxes of the five different flavors. Boxers must have great noses, because Jazz couldn?t smell anything through the cardboard and plastic wrap, but this young man took a long, hard sniff of the Caramel Nutbutters. He kept sniffing until he reached the end of the table where Ms. Barkclay was standing, and grinned, "Ooh, that last box smells heavenly,'' he said, meeting eyes with the Rough Collie.

Their caretaker widened her eyes, looking down at the smiling young man. Jazz wasn't sure why she stiffened up, but when her teacher looked over the three disheartened girls, she let out her breath and wagged her tail, saying, "Well, it's for sale.''

"How much?'' the dog said, standing up in front of Ms. Barkclay.

"I'll tell you what,'' the collie said softly, ears perked. "You buy two of each kind and I'll throw in the last box for free.''

Jazz could hardly believe what she was hearing. Ten boxes of cookies!? Sure, the eleventh would have to come from the woman?s own pocket, but those sales would go far to get Jazz to Disneyland. She?d never heard of anyone buying that much at one time, but to her shock, the Boxer said, "So cheap? It?s a deal.''

Jazz dropped her jaw. Her teacher was a master negotiator. How had she known he'd have that much money to throw away? Or perhaps she could tell he liked Pup Scout Cookies? Ms. Barkclay said, "Okay girls, keep packing up. I've got to go to this man's car to help set it up for the cookies. Don't you stray, now. The van should be open, and with the three of you should be able to pack up. Put the table in first, remember.''

"Okay, Ms. Barkclay!'' the three girls replied at once, excitedly. Their sales would have been a wash, but now it looked like they were about to make a huge windfall! Jazz immediately went to work, packing up, a bounce in her step that hadn?t been there a minute ago, while the Boxer and Rough Collie walked across the parking lot around the Greer building where the dog must have parked.

"Oh, wow, ten boxes!'' Jazz exclaimed.

Amber nodded. "We just have to meet four more guys like him, and we'll raise the whole amount!''

Stacy was quivering with excitement. "How rich is that guy?''

Jazz shook her head, the Yellow Labrador cocking her head. "Why did he say ?so cheap?? Buy ten get one free...?''

The three furs started diligently packing up, carrying the boxes and flyers and money box a hundred yards to where their van was parked. Amber stayed with the table, since they couldn't carry it and all the boxes, and they didn't want anyone to steal it. It was going to take three or four trips at this rate, but Jazz couldn't get her last question out of her head. Something weird was going on, and she needed to know what. After just one trip to the van, she told Stacy, "Keep going - I've got to ask Ms. Barkclay a question.''

The Chihuahua protested. "It?s going to take me forever to carry the boxes alone.''

"Shush, Stacy, I?ll be right back.''

The Yellow Lab walked across the parking lot toward the Greer building. The old, brick department store had been repurposed as a gym before closing down entirely, the parking lot mostly empty. Why had the Boxer parked here? There was nothing on the side of this building. Jazz picked up her pace, wondering if Ms. Barkclay was in some kind of danger. She reached the corner of the building, passing an old dumpster - the kind with the diagonal top and two plastic doors. She could hear something around the corner, and she heard Barkclay's voice. Carefully, the young girl peeked around the corner.

Jazz's eyes widened at the unfamiliar scene. Ms. Barkclay was leaning back against the wall of the Greer building, but the Boxer was kneeling in front of her. The young male was half-obscured by the collie's ankle-length skirt as he pushed his muzzle up underneath it, his paws disappearing into the poofy green cloth to hold her legs. His stub-tail poked out of his jeans, wagging fast, while Barkclay had her eyes clenched shut and her head tilted back, her fingers clenching the cloth of her skirt tight as she hiked it further up.

Only then did Jazz see exactly what was going on, her jaw dropping. Barkclay's panties had been pulled down, revealing her plump, pink spade, and the man on the street was greedily lapping at it. The young girl watched as his forceful tongue spread her vulva apart again and again, plunging unabashedly into the whimpering collie?s cunny. The woman groaned, "Such an eager young man...''

The Boxer paused to gaze up at the older collie. "I know a bitch in heat when I smell one.''

The teacher just whined, and he went back to work making her pant. Jazz had never heard the term 'heat' used that way before, and her face burned at the man?s use of a swear word. But the Yellow Lab couldn't look away, knowing just how wrong it was - she knew that Ms. Barkclay shouldn't be doing this, and she knew even better than she wasn't supposed to be watching it. Jazz tried to remember the smell, and realized that the Boxer was right - her teacher had started smelling a bit different in the last couple of days. Jazz recognized the scent from a few of the older orphans as well, but not all the time, and only from the girls. Perhaps most intriguing, she'd smelled the same scent from herself in just the past couple of days.

"Oh! Oh!'' Barkclay gasped, her paws gripping the fur on the back of the Boxer's head. She yelped and then covered her mouth, muffling her moans.

But the young man said, "Let it all out.''

"What if someone hears,'' she whined. "The kids...''

"They're gonna have to learn where puppies come from eventually...'' Recognition shot through the young girl, realizing that they were talking about mating. Is that what he was doing to her?

Her teacher's legs went visibly weak, and she said, "Won't my tongue do?''

"Not for ten boxes,'' he said, reaching up to cup her quivering spade with one paw. "I wanna knot your tight cunt.''

Barkclay whimpered, but shook her head. "Not for ten boxes. You can cum in me, but no knotting!''

"But then how'll I make sure to fill that big belly of yours with a litter of feral mutts?''

"There's still a small chance,'' she pointed out.

Jazz paused. She knew about pregnancy from the human women she saw, but she'd thought that furs couldn't get pregnant. All furs came from vats in Genutech. But no, he wasn't talking about furs. He'd said feral mutts. Was it possible she could give birth to four-legged puppies?

"I'll just have to get lucky,'' he grinned, grabbing the woman's skirt and pulling it down alongside her pink panties. All she was wearing now was her blouse, which even now she was unbuttoning.

"Or I'll have to get unlucky,'' she grinned.

"Don't worry, I'll leave you satisfied either way,'' the Boxer added, confidently. There, right in front of Jazz's eyes, he reached down to his pants and undid the belt, dropping his trousers and his underwear in one smooth motion. Jazz stared at his sheath, already halfway exposed, revealing a huge, glistening, red penis, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Just looking at the veiny monster made the Yellow Lab blush and her ears flatten.

Looking at it, the collie whined, "I don't doubt it.'' She'd finished revealing her large breasts, her blouse just covering her arms now.

He picked her up by the thighs, lifting Barkclay up and pushing her against the wall of the building. Jazz wondered why he was holding her up so high, until she watched his giant cock, just below the woman's shuddering spade. Even the young girl could imagine what was about to happen. When Ms. Barkclay wrapped her legs around the Boxer's abdomen, he growled, "There's a good little whore.''

Jazz watched, entranced, as the Boxer lowered Ms. Barkclay down onto his stiff erection, spreading her pussy wide as she sank onto him, her long-furred tail wagging below her. Leaning forward, he guided himself deeper, tilting his muzzle and kissing the woman. Jazz whined, but there was no way they'd hear it over their own panting groans, and suddenly the young girl found her own paw sneaking under her green Pup Scout skirt. She didn't even know what she was doing, but it felt so good as she slipped that paw beneath her panties and cupped her completely damp pussy. With the dumpster behind her, she was completely unseen, pushing first one, then three fingers into her puffy mound, imagining it was her panting above the well-endowed Boxer.

Breaking their kiss, the collie panted, "Oh God, you're so big!''

"And you're tight,'' he groaned, stabbing up harder. "But not as tight as those girls you were watching.''

Barkclay moaned, bucking up and down on the health dose of canine cock. "Y-you liked what you saw?'' she whined.

"I think that Labrador bitch is old enough. She for sale, too?''

"Maybe in a f-few years,'' Barkclay shivered, curling her toes as he pumped her into the brick wall. "But there are some older girls at the orphanage you might like...''

Jazz groaned, humping her paw, astounded to hear the way the Boxer was talking about her. He wanted her like he was taking Barkclay! And what did the woman mean when she said Jazz might be for sale in a few years!? Was her teacher selling her students out to be mated for money?

"I'll gladly make more 'donations','' he agreed. "It's a good cause.''

Ms. Barkclay whined, bouncing up and down on the dog's big cock. The Boxer lowered his muzzle to lap powerfully between her large breasts, causing the collie to toss her head back and whimper, "P-Pull out...''

Falling to all fours, Jazz peeked her head around the corner, her paw still squished inside her puffy spade, eyes locked on the two adults? straining loins. She dropped her jaw, watching Ms. Barkclay's pussy start to expand, inflating like a birthday balloon. When the Boxer obeyed, her lips yawned open, revealing the base of his cock, twin glands still swelling outside of her. He was huge and still growing, but now safely outside of her.

"Do the little bitches know they're gonna be whores when they grow up?'' he growled.

Ms. Barkclay shook her head. "Not yet - and not all of them. I only ask the cutest, most outgoing ones.''

"The lab?'' he asked, referring to Jazz even as the young bitch imagined herself impaled on the Boxer's cock, moaning like her teacher.

"Jazz?'' Barkclay asked absent-mindedly, distracted humping her horny hips. He nodded and she said, "N-not her. She's too...innocent. The Doberman, though. Amber'll learn how to be obedient.''

"For two hundred bucks, I'll fix that 'innocence' problem right now,'' he grinned.

"Two hundred?'' the woman replied, dropping her jaw. Jazz bit her lip as she watched her teacher literally debating whether to sell her young body to the amorous stud. Labrador juice spilled down her paw as she humped her fingers, watching. "N-no,'' she whined, and Jazz felt a strange resentment. She didn't think that Jazz was "cute and outgoing?'' It's not that she wanted to be sold without even being asked, but she'd always thought that Ms. Barkclay thought very highly of her. The collie continue, "She's in heat - I can't have such young girls getting puppies!''

"Three hundred?'' the Boxer asked hopefully, pounding up and into the collie as he licked her neck.

"The State'd shut us down,'' she whined. "But for two hundred, I'll let you have the Doberman...''

"She'll have to do,'' the excited stud dog moaned in agreement. "You -unhf- drive,'' he gasped, punctuating his last word with a hard thrust up the collie's cooch, "a hard bargain.''

Jazz blinked. Ms. Barkclay had just sold her friend, Amber. The young Doberman had no idea what was about to happen to her, but Jazz couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Ms. Barkclay was clearly enjoying this dark alley mating, and the Yellow Lab couldn't figure out why the collie seemed so set against her following in Barkclay's pawprints. She implied she might never ask Jazz to join the older girls. Jazz groaned, stuffing her pussy with four fingers and pretending she was Amber riding the Boxer's dick. What a lucky girl!

But it was the Boxer that got lucky. Spurred on by the upcoming deal, he pushed Barkclay back against the wall and pounded her with renewed vigor. She just lay back, moaning into the sky, bucking her hips as she met his fierce thrusts. "D-do it!'' she stammered.

Pop!

Jazz cocked her head, staring sideways at their sticky union. Sure enough, he'd rammed his knot back into his collie whore, and she was bulging lewdly around him. "Fuck!'' he barked. "I'm...stuck.''

"Don?t stop!'' she yelped, squeezing her legs around him. "You just bought yourself another ten boxes...''

"You?re sure it?s okay? I mean, I could...''

Ms. Barkclay leaned up, tilted her muzzle, and kissed the big Boxer, licking her lips after as she said, "This won't be my first litter of unwanted mutts. And it won't be my last.''

With that, the two dogs fucked like bunnies, wet, hot, and heaving, tails wagging wildly. Barkclay's toes curled on either side of her masculine mate, humping hard as he hilted himself inside her. And mate they did, as the Boxer let loose his balls, breeding his bucking bitch, the quivering tie holding it all in. She howled and panted, milking him of every drop, letting him splatter her fertile womb for the price of ten boxes of cookies.

Jazz moaned and her entire body tensed up and then vibrated at a frequency she'd never felt before, trembling around her paw, which was now drenched. Her yellow tail wagged wildly as she squealed softly, then bit back the sound, peeking around the corner to see if they noticed. But the adults were far too busy in their own orgasms to hear the little squeak around the corner. Gasping, the young girl collapsed to her knees on the ground, aching with need.

Ms. Barkclay, however, seemed completely satisfied, whining like the bitch she was as the Boxer claimed her. Her clenching cunny could barely contain the large dog's knot, her belly bloating with his heavy cream. "Oh, fuck,'' she stammered. "Who's a good boy?''

He grinned, jabbing up into her again and letting loose. "I am!''

Licking his nose, the older collie agreed. "You've earned a treat.''

"Jazz?'' he asked hopefully, and once again the aforementioned girl felt strange in her tummy, hoping her teacher might say 'yes'.

But Barkclay shook her head. "You've already sired one litter today. But you can have Amber at half-off. Give me a hundred and I'll arrange things. But no knotting!'' She reached down to cup her own hugely distended spade. "You can use whatever holes you want, but she's not ready for this yet.''

Still quivering, Jazz realized she had to get out of there, fast, or she'd definitely be discovered. Standing on shaky legs, she pulled her panties up to cover her plastered mound and ran back to the others while the adults cleaned up. When she got back, Stacy was fuming. "I had to carry everything!''

Amber was leaning against the van. "Where'd you run off to?''

Jazz gulped. "I hadda find a bathroom,'' she lied, "so I went in the Greer building''.

That seemed to satisfy the two girls. Jazz couldn't even look at Amber, knowing what she knew. The thirteen-year-old girl was pretty cute in the green-and-white skirt and blouse against her chocolate fur, just a touch of caramel visible on her neck and thighs. Soon, the Boxer would see more than a glimpse, though. The oblivious Doberman said, "Where's Ms. Barkclay and that guy?''

Jazz just shrugged, and soon enough, the two pulled up in the Boxer's four-door sedan. Only Ms. Barkclay got out, her fur still ruffled. "Alright kids, Mr. Hanover is all paid up. You're in luck! He decided to double his order and get twenty-two boxes.''

Stacy and Amber cheered, and Jazz joined in belatedly, pretending she didn't know why he'd upped the purchase. And she didn't hear anything about the additional $100 he'd paid her. Ms. Barkclay said, "Alright girls, let's load up his trunk.''

After the boxes were stashed, she said, nonchalantly, "Amber, do you mind riding with Mr. Hanover to help him carry these into his house? It's a lot of boxes...''

Jazz froze, trembling slightly, but Amber said, "Yes, Ms. Barkclay'' obediently.

As the unsuspecting Doberman got into the car, her teacher said, "He'll drive you back to the orphanage when you're done. Do be a good girl and obey Mr. Hanover like you would me.''

The Yellow Lab watched in awe as the car drove off, leaving young Amber completely at the Boxer's mercy. One hundred dollars goes a long way...

"Come on, girls, let's try canvassing,'' the collie said, not even bothering to watch as her student was driven off to a new and unfamiliar fate.

Jazz couldn't get the image of her teacher, pushed up against the wall, whining as the Boxer bred her. Just to sell a dozen boxes of cookies for Jazz! Because she wanted to go to Disneyland. Now she knew she had to sell the remaining 30 boxes, or Ms. Barkclay's unwanted litter would be for nothing. She'd been warned not to go alone into any human neighborhoods, but humans were the ones with the money.

As soon as she was out of sight of Ms. Barkclay, Jazz rushed over to Eighth Street, where the lawn hedges were trimmed and the landscaping impeccable. This was no poor neighborhood. The houses were three times the size of the orphanage back home. She gripped the clipboard tightly, staring at the empty lines she hoped to fill with big orders from these wealthy suburbanites. Biting her lip, the young Labrador walked up to the first house, ringing the doorbell.

"Three boxes.'' That's what the human woman had said. Jazz couldn't help but wag her tail. Perhaps those pink bows in her hair were finally paying off! And her success continued with the next house, and the next, 8 boxes total. Twenty-two to go! The women on this street had been perfectly polite, and treated the young fur just fine. Jazz wondered exactly what Ms. Barkclay had been so afraid of...things had changed since the Fur Rights Amendment.

Thrilled, the only thing bothering the young girl were her damp, white panties, itching between her legs with each step. She hadn't had a chance to get a new pair. Exasperated at the sensation, she finally looked both directions before hiding behind a tree in the nearest yard and yanking the cloth off of her. Her skirt still covered her up just fine anyway, and now she could walk without her glistening, swollen spade rubbing against the noisome panties. Luckily, her skirt came with pockets, and she stuffed the sodden underwear into her back pocket.

She was positively skipping as she walked through the front gate of 136 Eighth Street, the tall, rectangular hedges towering over her head. Twin white pillars flanked the front door. Her lilac panties, still damp, had started to poke through her vest pocket, unbeknownst to Jazz. The large, shiny metal gate swung closed with a loud cla-clunk as it latched behind her. The Yellow Labrador took a moment to flatten out the fur on her tail, startled, before approaching the front door, clipboard in hand. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward to ring the doorbell, the white fur on her paws matching the immaculately painted doorway.

"What do you - oh.''

Jazz jumped a foot in the air, the booming voice coming from nowhere. Floppy ears held back, the young girl looked all around, before she noticed a camera turn and focus on her from above. The voice must have come from the speaker system.

"I don't want any cookies, beastling,'' the masculine voice said, using a slur that made her tail twitch. "Get your ass off my property, before I sic the dogs on you.''

The girl gulped, but whoever owned this property clearly had the money for several boxes of cookies. In the past, she might well have run for the hills, but she had to reach her order number. Looking up at the camera, she gave her best twelve-year-old puppy-dog eyes and said, "A-are you sure? I'm trying to earn enough -''

"I?m not going to tell you twice,'' the voice boomed. "You're trespassing in my yard.''

"But -'' she gasped.

But that was all the excuse he needed to get back to whatever he had been doing. A loud ratcheting "clank-clank'' sound perked up Jazz's ears as a gate began to open to the right of the main entrance. She yelped when she heard movement from the other end of the gate. Deep barks and growls. He really was releasing the hounds!

Now she got the message. This was the kind of human Ms. Barkclay had warned her about, that didn't view furs as people. They still thought of them as designer, artificial servants! Spinning on her heel, Jazz yipped and bolted for the front gate, gripping the clipboard tightly in one hand, the mechanical clunking of the gate ringing in her ears. When the little Pup Scout glanced over her shoulder, she saw a glimpse of the dogs straining at the gate, almost through.

But she was at the gate. The bars were too thin to squeeze through, even for her, so she reached for the heavy latch...and it didn't budge. The heavy mechanism required both her hands at once. Dropping the clipboard without a second thought, she grasped the latch with both paws, making progress even as she heard the dogs barking - the sound getting closer.

She didn't have time. Frantic, the girl bolted to the side, hoping to find a place to get through the hedge before realizing how solid the green plants were. She'd have a better chance trying to squeeze through the bars of the gate. She only made it ten feet along the hedges before the bristling guard dogs caught up with her, and with a scream, she turned to face them, paws up to protect her.

But they were near the gate. At first she thought they were keeping her from leaving, but instead she saw them sniffing and interested at something white on the ground. Ears perking, she saw her panties! They must have fallen out of her back pocket when she bolted, and now the fierce dogs were playing with them!

There were two, but they were both bigger than she was. She couldn't decide which one terrified her more, the Rottweiler, with his wide, bared-tooth grin, or the Bullmastiff, slightly larger with a Bulldog's droopy, drool-covered mug. But it was the Rottie that lost interest first, trotting meaningfully over to the young girl while the light-brown mastiff grabbed her underwear in his mouth and shook them like a dog toy.

Jazz fell to her knees and cowered in front of the big, black dog, making herself small and unthreatening.

But when the Rottweiler reached her, he stopped and sniffed. Tears fell down Jazz's face, eye-to-eye with the curious black dog. Snuffling harder, the dog's nose drew him along her trembling body, and it wasn't until he reached her backside that Jazz realized what was going on. He could smell her heat, still wet from when she'd fingered herself to Mr. Hanover.

"Hey!'' she whined, as the inquisitive nose poked under her tail and lifted her from her knees to all fours. "Hey - ohhhhh!'' she yipped, when he lavished her puffy mound with his broad tongue. Her fear gave way suddenly to pleasure, her pussy bouncing as the big dog ran licked the entire surface of her quivering vulva.

This must be what it had felt like when the Boxer had licked Ms. Barkclay! Shivering, Jazz mimicked her teacher, moaning softly and spreading her legs. But Mr. Hanover was a person, and this was an attack dog! The Yellow Labrador dug her nails into the lawn, glancing over her shoulder where the dog took advantage of her hiked skirt and defenseless pussy. "N-no,'' she panted, her face burning. "Bad dog!''

The Rottweiler growled at her, unimpressed by her quavering voice, and Jazz promptly shut up, lip trembling. The dog returned to her cunt, but this time, he pushed his tongue inside her. Jazz whined, her tail getting a mind of its own and curling off to the side as her sensitive folds spread easily for his inquisitive organ. He guzzled her flavor, lapping it all down.

Fur standing on end, the little girl tried to crawl back toward the front gate, but that tongue followed her for several feet before the dog pulled free and barked a single warning. "S-sorry!'' she yelped, staying put. That cost her her only chance at escape, as small as it was.

Because the dog wasn't interested in a taste anymore. Before Jazz knew what was happening, the Rottweiler mounted the Pup Scout from behind. The inexperienced girl didn't know what was happening at first, shrieking, flattening her ears, and covering her head for fear he would attack her. But instead, he just wrapped his claws around her waist, digging into the white fur of her thighs. Exhaling in relief that he hadn't bitten her, her eyes widened when she felt something between her legs that couldn't be his tongue. Looking over her shoulder, she could see that the heavy guard dog had his dick out, just like Mr. Hanover, and though she wasn't pushed up against a wall, she could see now how the canine intended to fuck her anyway.

"Help! Help!'' she yelled, either at the imposing house, or over the hedge to anyone passing by. If anyone in the house was watching though, they?d had plenty of chances to offer help, and no aid came from her plaintive whimpers.

That's how the Rottweiler claimed Jazz's virginity, poking straight through the poor girl's hymen with his fat dog cock. Her wet pussy streeeeetched around him, the poke making her toss her head back and squeal in pain. That's not how Ms. Barkclay had felt when she sank down onto the Boxer's cock! Tears streamed down her face as her torn barrier bled, the dog ignoring her cries of pain. He climbed forward and grabbed her hair in his powerful jaws, yanking back so that she was whimpering up into the air.

The Bullmastiff watched from a distance before going back to Jazz's panties.

"No...no...no...NO!'' she chanted, but all her wishing couldn't change the fact that the Rottie was humping her hard, up and in, pumping through her ragged pussy. Was this how Amber felt when Mr. Hanover pushed the Doberman bitch onto his bed and he drove himself in? Jazz whined and took ever heavy thrust, her hips lifting almost all the way off the ground.

The dog wasted no time on pleasantries, tugging the small girl back onto his waiting dick, wedging more and more of his fat cock into her virgin pussy. She was helpless beneath him, her arms and legs trembling as she took the full brunt of his thrusts, her pink vulva wrapped around him. She wept as she felt his bony tip force its way deeper and deeper until he bottomed out in the bitch, his knot still outside. But he wasn't satisfied, grinding harder, trying to wedge his meaty knot through her heat-swollen spade.

"W-wait!'' she whined, remembering something Barkclay had said about the tie - that it would all but ensure a litter of feral puppies. If Mr. Hanover could give the collie a bellyful of four-legged Boxers, surely an actual dog could, too. The beast was trying to knock her up!

His claws dug into her hips as he jammed her back against his enormous knot, battering her already aching pussy, but her entrance was too tight for him - yet. Again and again he hammered against her squished, puffy lips, tip poking right up to her womb. Jazz was far from ready to be a mother, even to little puppies, and she certainly didn't want to indulge the panting Rottweiler on her back. She should have listened to her teacher, and never risked coming to this human neighborhood! They still viewed her as an animal, and this purebred guard dog was intent to breed her like one.

Whining, Jazz tried to crawl away from him, but he kept his hips pressed to her furry, yellow ass, drooling through his love bite to matt saliva in her hair. She felt helpless on her hands and knees, pinned to the ground as the Rottweiler used her. She could feel his heavy balls slapping up against her white-furred thighs, the enormous shaft making the young girl bulge in all directions. Growling, the powerful animal pushed her face into the dirt, effectively lifting her rump a little higher. With a howl, the eager dog jabbed up and into her, this time actually lifting her off the ground, and with a loud, wet pop! her weight helped her sink down around his knot.

Instantly, she felt the pressure of his enormous organ pushing against her innermost walls, and her fat spade clenched hard around him, bloated like a balloon by his bulbus glandis. This was what a bitch was supposed to feel like, and the Rottweiler hammered her in sharp, quick thrusts, ignoring her protests as he aimed right between her unprotected goal posts. The goalie was long gone. "S-stop!'' she whined futilely.

He shot - he scored! Balls churning, the dominant dog sprayed his seed right up against Jazz's untried womb, pumping load after load into her warm, underage cavern. She might not be ready for pups, but her rump was, and that was all that mattered. Her waiting eggs were bathed in his sticky, bubbling cum, millions of swimmers coating each one. In just a split second, the twelve-year-old Yellow Labrador went from innocent child to Rottweiler's pregnant bitch, his fat tie holding him in as he basted her belly.

At least the pain had dulled. Jazz panted, still wincing as the dog used her without a care for her own pleasure. Neither did her vulnerable eggs give a shit whether she was enjoying it. The pretty little Pup Scout looked a mess, her hair sopping, her clothes upended, her muzzle pressed into the dirt, whining as she took all he had to give her, her litter his to claim.

And when he was done, he took one big lick of the side of her face and climbed off of her, his cock tugging her aching pussy as he went rump-to-rump with her, his balls still clenching where they rubbed against her little tail-hole. Jazz managed to pick herself off the ground, her ass so high in the air where she dangled from his knot that she was on her fingers and toes, staring blankly in front of her as her ear twitched, the unpleasant squirts still audible. Tears streaked her face - she'd just wanted to sell cookies. Instead, she'd lost her virginity, and earned her first unwanted litter.

First, but not last? she wondered, trembling, remember what Ms. Barkclay had said to Mr. Hanover. Her teacher hadn't trusted her enough to sell her, like she had Amber, but maybe she would after this. She couldn't exactly get this Rottweiler to buy any cookies, but while she was brimming with his bastard pups, it's not like she could get pregnant again. This might prove she was ready after all.

"Damn.''

Jazz flung her eyes to the side, where a human was approaching - perhaps the one from the intercom. She'd been so lost in thought, she hadn't even noticed him!

He was young and white, his medium-length blonde hair parted near the middle, and he looked down at her with disdain. "I told you to get off my property, not 'offer yourself to Baz'! What a guard dog this one turned out to be.''

"I'm sorry!'' she whimpered, gazing up at him. "I didn't mean it...''

He shook his head. "I should have known what a little bitch in heat would do. These boys don't get a lot of attention from the ladies. At least Baz seems to have enjoyed knocking you up,'' the man added, looking at the Rottweiler's wide, panting grin. The young man spared a glance for the dog's bulging tie, bloating out the little girl's spade. "But now that you've gotten what you wanted, it's time for you to leave.''

Jazz nodded fervently.

"Unless...'' he said.

She perked her ears up and stared up with wide, fearful eyes. The man continued, "If you want, I'd let Zinga fuck you, too. He's still just a puppy, but you could make him a true stud. What do you say?''

The Golden Labrador dropped her jaw, glancing over at the distracted Bullmastiff. He was bigger than Baz, but despite his fearsome, droopy face, seemed a bit nicer. He was still darting around with her wet, tattered undies, tail wagging in delight. Jazz looked from dog to dog to human and said, "For ten boxes of cookies.'' Her heart skipped a beat, in disbelief at her own words.

The man was taken aback. "Bullshit. If I just walked back in that house, you'd be under Zinga within the hour. You gengineered dogsluts can't help it! Why should I pay?''

Jazz shook her head. "Baz got a freebie, but normally I get paid,'' she lied, feigning confidence and experience. "You want me to help your dog you gotta pay.''

The man seemed almost impressed by her entrepreneurship, still tied by the cunt to his panting Rottweiler. "I'll tell you what. I'll buy ten boxes, but I want the pick of the litter. Deliver the puppies, and then you can deliver the boxes. That's standard practice for a stud fee.''

Jazz blinked. He wanted one of her puppies? She looked down at her belly, still sloshingly full of Rottweiler cum. She knew intellectually that she was probably pregnant, and that she was going to swell up and give birth, but it didn't seem real. The puppies didn't seem real. She wasn't even sure what Ms. Barkclay would want to do with them, so having one fewer didn't really seem to matter. "It's a deal,'' she agreed, and the man stooped to shake her paw.

By the time the human had finished writing his order on the clipboard, Baz was getting restless, tugging harder at harder at Jazz's stuffed cunt. She bit her lip and dug her shoes and nails into the dirt, yelping when the Rottweiler finally popped free, a rich splatter of dog seed erupting out of the young mother.

"Baz, here,'' he commanded, and the obedient guard dog left his used bitch without a second thought. Grabbing a lawn chair, the man sat and petted his satisfied dog, watching Jazz stand up with her legs still spread to let the excess cum drain out of her. When she glanced helplessly at Zinga, who was completely oblivious, the man said, "It ain't my job. You're gonna have to get his attention.''

Gulping, Jazz wondered if she was really ready for this. Baz hadn't given her much of a choice, but there was a big difference between wishing she were up against the wall with Mr. Hanover or getting grabbed from behind by a Rottweiler, and actually having to seduce a huge, playful puppy. What if he wasn't interested? She needed those cookie sales!

"Here...Zinga...'' the Yellow Labrador tried lamely, but the Bullmastiff was busy tearing up her panties into little white shreds. When the man laughed, she stiffened, and marched over to the big, tan dog. When she got closer, he sniffed and looked up at her, cocking his head. Her heart skipped a beat in realizing that he was probably twice as large as she was, and his giant muzzle was as wide as her hips. His floppy muzzle was caked and dripping in saliva, both dried and fresh. At least she was taller than he was, standing up. With a shiver, the young Pup Scout lifted her green skirt, revealing her bare, dripping mound.

Panties forgotten, the eager, oversized pup went right for it, sniffing Baz's cum before lapping it up. The huge, red tongue easily engulfed Jazz's triangular mound, and the Bullmastiff gulped fast and hard, swallowing his adoptive brother's sticky seed. Jazz yelped, trying to push his insistent head away, but he was far too strong.

"I think he likes you!'' the human said, scratching his Rottweiler behind the ears.

Jazz whined, realizing that seducing Zinga wasn't going to be as hard as she feared. Ears flat, she instinctively held her tail to the side, rocking her hips gently as that huge, soft tongue explored between her wet legs, squishing inside her in his effort to get every last drop. "G-good dog,'' she groaned.

In no time, her white-splattered rump was spick and span, back to her standard light yellow fur and pink spade, but glossy and reflective in the sunlight due to a thick layer of doggy drool. Jazz was bucking her hips and squeezing down around Zinga's tongue when the man yelled, "I'm not paying you to get your rocks off! C'mon, get him going - he's not even hard.''

Sure enough the big mastiff was more interested in the flavor of her heat than the prospect of it. She had to get him interested. Whimpering, she closed her legs, barely managing to push the eager dog away from her spade long enough to drop to her hands and knees. Undeterred, he walked alongside her and stuffed his tongue under her tail. The young girl had an eyeful of his rump just to her left, his plump sheath swinging between his legs, but only the smallest bit of red was poking out. She let him continue to eat her out, but her hands went to the dog's cock, rubbing him gently and carefully, not wanting to anger the huge dog.

He was even bigger than Baz, and she reached back further with her free hand to grip his enormous balls. The brown-furred monstrosities dangled several inches, swinging back and forth until she cupped him. Shivering, she poked her head beneath him, returning the favor by running her tongue beneath his soft sheath. Her efforts paid off, as the young dog began to emerge from his sheath, the veiny red cock spilling into her mouth. Holding her breath, the lab bobbed her head back and forth, fondling Zinga's balls, trying not to give in to her body's demands for release despite his constant, deep and powerful licks.

Groaning, Jazz crawled forward, letting instincts determine how her bare, yellow rump, peeking out from under her short green skirt, wiggled back and forth until she stopped a foot in front of Zinga, looking over her shoulder. Shivering, she watched the Bullmastiff's eyes as she hiked her tail up and to the left, perfectly presenting to him. He licked his lips, large splatters of drool descending from his lips, but despite his now half-hard erection, the virgin dog wasn't sure what to do. He followed his nose again, despite her "no'', and went back to guzzling her protruding pussy. She crawled forward again, lowering her hips to encourage him to mount, but he just lowered his snout, and then a third time.

The man was laughing now, and Jazz flattened her ears. She wasn't going to fail Ms. Barkclay, and she was definitely going to earn enough sales to get to Disneyland. Growling, the yellow pup stood up and crawled over to the marble fountain that adorned this corner of the young man's yard, the weathered white stone providing a perch. Jazz wasn't sure how she could teach this dog what to do with his dick, but since instincts weren't working, she was going to mix things up.

While Zinga bounced around, trying to get to her swollen pussy, the young girl sat on the edge of the fountain, laying back with her tail drooping down to the grass. She didn't have to wait long with her legs spread before the eager dog found her pointed spade, drenching her in heavy, wet kisses. Again, the temptation to give in and let him guzzle her cum was strong, and she reached up to unbutton her blouse, revealing her white-furred chest, her flat, pink nipples descending her belly. But she remembered her deal. Whimpering, she slid her paw down between her legs, wedging between his tongue and her mound, until her hand smelled almost as good as her cunt.

That's when she figured out the solution to the puzzle. Squeezing her legs shut just enough to cut him off from her source, Jazz held her hand to Zinga's nose, and he followed it, seeking the sweet scent of her heat. Whimpering, the young girl drew her hand slowly up her body, past her belly-button, up her bare chest, to her mouth, and sure enough, the dog followed, forced to hop up onto the marble platform as he climbed over her, sniffing.

When he caught up to her hand at her mouth, she tilted her head and let him lick, kissing her. Scent or not, he found the inside of her muzzle fascinating, and the Bullmastiff forced his tongue inside, kissing her fiercely. Jazz flattened her ears and moaned, her first kiss anything but what she expected. When she felt his prick against her thigh, she whined obediently and spread her legs, feeling the heat of his genitals just inches from her swollen spade.

"Good boy!'' the man called. "Knock that furslut up!'' Baz watched with disinterest, still tired from doing that exact thing twenty minutes earlier.

Jazz only had to wait, kissing Zinga back, their wet tongues sliding against each other in liquid harmony. He was on top of her, getting closer, and when his cock brushed her primed pussy, he knew what to do. It was like a flip was switched in his brain as he broke the kiss, growled down at his new friend, and slammed up and into her.

Yip! she squeaked, as Zinga's fat cock speared her trembling mound. Her soft, sopping flesh parted easily for him as he sank in all the way to his hilt, heavy balls slapping against her tailhole. "Good dog!'' she wailed, wrapping her legs around him so fast that her shiny black shoes clicked together. He was even bigger than Baz, and he burrowed between her tight hips, straining her insides. Staring down her white belly, her eyes widened at the visible bulge his doggy dick made far beyond her straining spade, poking her abs. And this was before he knotted her! Digging her fingers into the fur on his back, she tossed her head back against the marble and moaned.

His drool-drenched lips descending on her bare, exposed neck, and suddenly his wet tongue was engulfing her collar and neck, her vulnerability to the huge dog only making her shudder and thrust her hips, panting. Maybe the man was right, and she was just a dogslut - a whore like her teacher. The collie would be so proud when she returned with a full order sheet (and a full belly). She arched her back, letting the dog slather her bare breasts, warm, wet tongue meeting her erect nipples. "Zinga!'' she whined.

"Go on and knot that bitch - you've earned it,'' the man praised, petting Baz as they both watched the carnal feast before their eyes.

Whether he understood or not, Jazz felt him growing just like the Rottweiler, only he didn't stop. Her pussy lips stretched to their limit, but he was still stretching her out, sealed completely. Her fat spade stuck out like an oversized valve on a beach ball, barely able to contain the huge cock. Tears formed in her eyes, but the pain couldn't compare to the sheer pleasure of his knot pounding against her clitoris. While she'd been reeling from the Rottweiler's sudden rape, she now felt a tingling unlike anything before, her straining pussy clenching down the barrel of the dog's cock, just inches from his loaded, spherical, extra large magazine. Whining, she bucked her small hips like an old washing machine, in short, sharp circles. "Give it to me!'' she wailed.

Humping her like his favorite pillow, Zinga groaned and lowered his floppy muzzle to her whimpering mouth and kissed her again, his entire tongue flooding her and cutting off her whines, and then, with a muffled grunt, the former virgin clenched his balls and came, flooding her trapped, unprotected pussy with a second batch of fertile fluid. She thrust and moaned as the sticky, bubbling cum pumped into her swelling belly, her bloated bulge holding everything in. She could hear the messy squirting as his orbs emptied into her, as if she weren't already straining to contain just his cock and knot. She was crying and sobbing, but from sheer ecstasy, the large dog plugging (almost) all of her holes at once and ravishing the little Pup Scout.

Her brain was so overwhelmed she lost the ability to form new memories other than incomprehensible pleasure. The next thing she could process was the dog, finished completely with her ragged body, turning around, his enormous knot grinding and tugging at their tenuous tie until all she could see of him was her bulging cunt, his wagging tail, his drained balls, and his tight little tailhole. She let her legs fall to the ground, panting, drenched in saliva, and absolutely brimming with Bullmastiff cum.

"Baz, no!'' the man called, but it was too late, and the curious Rottweiler found their straining tie. Jazz yelped as another inquisitive tongue joined her oversensitive pussy, slurping at their union. Zinga didn't seem to mind, lifting his tail to let his brother enjoy the taste of bloated spade.

But the young man didn't want to buy another ten boxes of cookies. He dragged Baz back to the house, and when Zinga was finally done with her, he dragged that dog too, leaving an exhausted, sticky Pup Scout to pick herself up. Her panties were ruined, but she used the ragged remains to sop up what she could of her leaking cunt, and after straightening her clothes and her fur, she was almost passable. Gripping the clipboard and getting a final signature from the man, she winced and waddled out the gate, heading straight for the meeting place she'd prearranged with Ms. Barkclay.

The collie was in for a surprise!

* * * * *

They didn't sell enough cookies to go to Disneyland. All told, between the twenty boxes Ms. Barkclay had secured from Mr. Hanover and the eighteen that Jazz had managed to secure, they were twelve boxes shy of the total. Stacy only managed to get one sale from an old lady who took pity on her, and Amber had been far too busy helping Mr. Hanover 'unload' to sell any more.

In the end, Jazz didn't really mind, because she would have been too busy to go to Disneyland anyway. Despite Ms. Barkclay's best efforts, the yellow Labrador had gone and gotten herself pregnant. Jazz was still surprised by the sad look on the collie's face when she found out - after all, the old woman's belly was growing alongside Jazz's, and the resourceful woman managed to sort out the underage pregnancy with the government and maintain funding to the orphanage.

If only the government knew what was going on on the top floor. A small cadre of the older girls helped the orphanage make ends meet by making their own ends meet with the knots of horny guys. Until now, Jazz had been just as ignorant as the rest of the younger girls, but now she and Amber were being inducted in with the fifteen and sixteen-year-olds. Jazz liked the jealous looks she got whenever guys chose her over them, her cute, yellow fur and baby fat drawing quite a few of Barkclay's clients. Amber was also quite successful, though she seemed sad that Mr. Hanover always chose Jazz.

But eventually, Jazz's womb grew way too big to be turning tricks. Disneyland a distant memory, the young girl spent the week instead in bed, her belly so full she could barely get up to go to the bathroom. Ms. Barkclay helped all she could, keeping up her duties even as she also grew closer to her due date. Until finally, it was time.

Jazz and Ms. Barkclay had a set up in the basement, both beginning their contractions at almost the same time. Lying naked in their whelping beds, they talked each other through the pain, one of the sixteen-year-olds, Talea keeping watch just to be safe. Jazz was first, pushing and groaning until her first pup came out, a red, sloppy mess. Talea clipped the umbilical and washed the puppy in a tub of water, the blind little feral girl clearly from Zinga. Jazz grabbed the girl with both arms and hugged her tight, naming her Ziggy.

She held Ziggy even as her teacher struggled to give birth to a Boxie...or a Coller? The little boy looked a bit like his father. Again and again, she'd cautioned Jazz that they couldn't keep all the puppies, and that they could only really keep one. Jazz had once thought that would be fine, but now, holding Ziggy, trembling in her arms, she wondered how she could even part with one for the human.

Again and again, the two women gave birth, until finally Jazz pushed out the last one, panting. Six puppies, three from Baz, and three from Zinga, judging by the color, and she lay on her side to watch as they chirped and nursed from her overfull nipples. "They're beautiful.''

Ms. Barkclay only had three, and she let them alternate for her breasts. "They are, Jazz.''

After weaning the puppies (who made quite the splash with all the girls at the orphanage), the long painful process of finding them homes began, first by Jazz taking the whole litter to an old friend, alongside ten boxes of cookies.

"This one,'' he said about Ziggy, and Jazz paled.

"A-are you sure?'' she whimpered. She'd been hoping that Ziggy would be the one that got to stick around the orphanage!

The man nodded. "Look at her. They're all mutts, but she's got great shape and hips. I don't need another male. Baz and Zinga are going to be on her like a fat kid loves cake.''

Jazz paused, "But...she's his daughter!'' looking at Zinga.

"When she's in heat they won't care. And neither will she. You're all just dogs, you know. Pretend all you want, girl, if you were in a room alone with one of your boys, you'd fuck him, too.''

Jazz cried as she bid farewell to Ziggy, but at least she knew the dog was going to a good home. Jazz knew first hand how big and powerful the two males were. She couldn't really ask for a better life for her little one than them.

She tried and tried to get what the man said out of her head. She wouldn't really fuck her own son, would she? No, of course not. And yet, when the second-to-last puppy found a new home, she was left with Bezzi, a half-Rottie pup destined to be a big stud. She kept thinking about him getting older, being there when she needed him, touching herself...

The only thing that took her mind off of it was working on the top floor, humping and pumping underneath her devoted fans. She was always busy. The Labrador had developed quite a following!

She'd have to worry about Bezzi when the time came.

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