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Fuck that kid!\n\nNo....[i]literally[/i]. 😈 \n\n[iconname]DreamGod[/iconname]β€”This is probably a big no-no, but after reading through the entirety of this, including the unfinished section, I realized that too much happens in the first full Chapter, so I cut it in half to garner a little suspsense. Y'know what they say, beg for forgiveness, right [iconname]Thakur[/iconname]? πŸ˜…", "description_bbcode_parsed": "You know that kid you remember in school who always talks weird with that stupid voice?? Fuck that kid!

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? πŸ˜…", "writing": "Bailey had never been in the school so long after the final bell. Detention! When she hadn't even [i]done[/i] anything! She walked the quiet hall toward the science lab, where Mason waited to finish their laboratory project. She hoped he was there, even though she particularly disliked the dingo. She couldn?t exactly finish their project alone, with no hands. She was a four-legger, cursed with a voice but no thumbs, in a world where the vast majority of people had fur, and teeth, and ears, and tails like her, but stood on two legs and had hands instead of paws. She had to admit, she was still intimidated - up until now, the only two-leggers she?d had to interact with were her teachers. \n\nNow, she was in fifth grade - her first co-ed school. Working alongside her two-legged peers, the ten-year-old Australian Cattle Dog finally experienced the teasing that all four-leggers went through, and Mason was no exception. Still, he wasn?t great at science, so he?d need her help on the project, too.\n\nIt was 5:00 and the laboratory was still a bit of a mess. Mr. Hethrow's illegible writing was still on the chalkboard, and that faint chemical scent of formaldehyde and alcohol lingered in the air, despite the last class having gotten out several hours prior.\n\n``Bailey?'' The dingo's voice was a low, rumbling growl, at the sound of her paws clicking on the linoleum. There was only one thing that annoyed him more than being assigned detention, and that was being assigned detention with the [i]dog[/i] that had gotten him in trouble in the first place. \n\nHe saw Bailey's nose poke through the door, opening just a crack, but the small bitch was clearly struggling to go through the door. Despite the school being `co-ed', many accommodations for ferals of her `stature' were the cheap, bolt-on variety of `accessibility' that only [i]occasionally [/i]worked, like the nose-operated latch that [i]should[/i] have swung the door wide for her automatically, if the door weren't so big that it scraped the ground. Mason couldn't help but smirk watching her finally squeeze through, the door screeching to a halt a foot from closing behind her. With a dramatic sigh, he whined, ``Did you even bring your books? Hethrow said we needed to get at least the plans of this -,'' the dingo held up his paper, rotating it up and down as if he couldn't tell which way was up before setting them down on the table again. ``- marshmallow tower? The [i]fuck?[/i] Done for tomorrow.''\n\nOf course, Mason had chosen the high bench at the back of the classroom to sit at, with said instructions clearly out of reach and out of sight. He didn't even [i]look[/i] down at the small bitch as she padded down the line of desks, much less offer to help.\n\nAlone with Mason. The forty-pound feral had expected someone to at least supervise, but since the project was incredibly stupid, there were no dangerous supplies. Bailey briefly wondered what would stop her from just leaving the naughty boy in the lurch and heading home. She could survive a missing grade in the grade book, but [i]he[/i] certainly couldn't. A scribble on the board said that Mr. Hethrow would be back to check on them in forty-five minutes, and that they'd better have a full write-up by then, but he'd be in the school garden if they needed anything.\n\nShe still smarted from painfully pushing through the large door, her pot-bellied body certainly not doing her self-esteem any favors. She knew what most boys were looking for - even some of her four-legged peers were into long legs, little breasts, and most of all, [i]hands[/i]. She knew well enough that Mason didn't care for her at all, his taunts still ringing in her ears. She tried to walk slowly enough that her diaper didn't make that awful squeaky sound with each step - hidden beneath a little skirt, she'd rather he did not know about [i]that[/i]. ``I thawt [i]you'd[/i] hawf your books,'' she chirped - glancing up at the bench to see how hard it would be to hop up there with him. She still had a bit of a speech impediment that made her sound even younger than she was, drawing out the vowel sounds of some single-syllable words.\n\nThe dingo looked up briefly from the page, just long enough to stare down his muzzle at the emergent pup and snort derisively. ``You [i]thought[/i] I'd [i]have[/i] your books,'' he replied in a mocking tone, before turning his attention back to the page again, squinting, and continuing as if she was not even there. He completely ignored the little bitch, knowing that there was no way in hell she'd be able to get up on the counter without needing to ask for help. Truth is, Mason had been looking forward to hearing her [i]beg[/i] for help. [i]All she deserves anyways. Useless little feral might as well provide me a bit of entertainment if I'm stuck with her.[/i]\n\nIt was [i]her[/i] fault he was here. They were working on the lab together, when Mason had noticed Greg Arboury, that fat-ass wiener dog, leaning forward on the stool in front of him. The plump nerd was always a pushover, so when Mason saw lard-butt's ass crack peeking over his jeans, he couldn't help himself - he popped a few marshmallows down his crack. But some bitches are [i]snitches[/i], and his own lab partner called him out on it in front of the whole class! \n\nGreg would have kept his mouth shut the whole period, and he was fucking mortified about everyone knowing Mason had put marshmallows in his butt, but Bailey didn't care. She'd even snapped at him before he could put a third one down Greg's pants. Hethrow was furious about the interrupting in the lab, and called all three of them into the hallway while the rest of the kids kept making molecules or atoms or whatnot. How was [i]Mason[/i] supposed to know Greg's ass-crack was so hot it would melt the marshmallows into his fur? It took the nurse two hours to get all of the goo out of his ass! Fucking [i]epic[/i]. Now Mason was gonna get grounded by his mom and high-fived by his dad...when he got home from detention.\n\nBailey was roped in because she couldn't finish the project, and because she'd bared her teeth, but Mason suspected even [i]Mr. Hethrow[/i] thought she was a little bitch for tattling. \n\nHe watched her out of the corner of his eye, but the sight of her trying to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper enticed even darker thoughts to emerge. It's not like he'd never seen Bailey's spade before, but a bitch in [i]heat[/i] was something the adolescent dingo couldn't help but be more than a little curious about.\n\n``Says here we're supposed to make a molecule or something. I'm kinda surprised Mr. Hethrow would allow a [b]dog[/b] like you near the marshmallows in the first place, you'd better not eat these - [i]again.[/i]''\n\nMason was being unfair, of course. Bailey wouldn't eat marshmallows in front of anyone at school because they gummed up her teeth and stuck to her nose. She lifted herself up, placing her paws on the bench, barely peeking over, but didn't risk jumping for it. Ears flat, the ten-year-old said, glumly, ``Can you helwp me up?'' The `l' in help came out more like a `w'. She tried to keep her tail from curling between her blue-and-orange legs, not wanting to give the dingo the satisfaction.\n\nThe dingo stared down at the little bitch, the corner of his mouth curled up like a hooked fish, unable to hide the two twitches of his tail at the small feral's words. He waited [i]just[/i] long enough that it was uncomfortable for her, looking down at a mottled blue piece of trash. ``Whatever.'' The dingo paused, then he pressed one footpaw over to the side, watching Bailey's reaction as he pressed a toe right against the puffy crease of her diaper between her legs. \n\n[b][i][u]Crinkle[/u][/i][/b]\n\nHis toe dug into the soft material, then continued up, pressing messily between her legs until it raised her hips up into the air, even as she struggled in surprise. ``Ew,'' he said, tail twitching again as he lifted the dog up, Bailey having no choice but to scrabble with her forepaws at the edge of the desk's rough stone surface. If she stopped now, she'd flop onto the floor, and she could guess that Mason would find that even [i]more[/i] amusing.\n\nHe kept lifting with his leg, until the dingo - with a grimace - finally reached out, grabbing Bailey by the hem of her skirt and diaper. ``You're in [i]heat[/i] aren't you, you nasty little [i]dog[/i].'' He whispered this ``secret'' into the feral's ear while she dangled, her rear end suspended in the air, her diaper cinched around her waist, the soft material taut against her swollen spade leaving no doubt to the truth. ``Fertile. Dad said you ferals matured fast but [i]damn[/i], I mean, you're... uhhh... 10, right?''\n\n``H-hey, put me dowen,'' she protested, stretching the diphthong in `down'. She kicked her legs and dragged her claws across the table to no avail. How could he not know that all his four-legged peers had long ago gone through puberty? They've been going to school for weeks now, and Bailey knew at least five girls who'd had their periods already. But maybe two-legger boys were just dense. Mason certainly seemed to be. ``Stowp it, Mason!'' she whined.\n\nMason had to catch his breath - just like that, he'd made his classmate completely helpless. He shivered at the little bitch's protest, keeping her ass high in the air, peering down under the gusset between her diaper, tail and rump. Why should she need a diaper, anyway? What was so special about a girl's spade in heat? ``Shut up, Bailey,'' he snorted, as he pressed his thumbs against her hips, slowly peeling away the crinkly material down the little bitch's shapely rump. He [i]had[/i] to see. ``You never wear underwear anyway. If we're going to get anything done, I can't keep hearing your dumb diaper making noise. This won't take long - just eat a marshmallow or something.'' \n\nHis heart was pounding in his chest. [i]This is wrong[/i], his mind was thinking, as he glanced at the door. The sound of other students was still clearly audible in the hallway outside, but he didn't stop. No. He [i]couldn't[/i] stop. He used his thumbs like Bailey could only dream of, peeling the elastic away with a [i]*snap*[/i] and making her heat diaper fall away from her swollen spade down her kicking legs with a wet [i]*plip*[/i] against Mr. Hethrow's table. The smell that wafted up from her suddenly exposed cunt mesmerized the dingo and made him shudder with excitement. With weaker noses than the four-leggers, he'd never realized what that sweet scent he'd detected so many times actually was. Now, with her bare spade jiggling a foot from his nose, he had a full sample. ``[i]F-f[/i]...''\n\nBailey was not ashamed to walk around without clothes on, but other people weren't supposed to be [i]looking[/i] down there! Mason had actually [i]undressed[/i] her, his fingers running through the short, coarse fur on her rump. She'd never gone exposed like this while in heat - normally her little spade was all but invisible against her fur. Now, inches in front of Mason's eyes, while she still dangled helplessly half-perched on the bench, her puffy, pink pussy trembled in the cold laboratory air, swollen in every direction so that even the small [i]panting[/i] from the dingo made her bounce, the glistening skin not moist enough to part easily. ``Mason!'' she objected loudly, growling. ``Put that back awn owr I'm gawna tell Mr. Hethrow!''\n\n``[i]Fuck[/i] Mr. Hethrow,'' he whispered, the dingo's voice a growl low enough to rumble in her chest as he leaned over her. Mason felt a thrill at the sight of her, cowering and helpless in his grip, so small, so useless, smelling so... so... [i]ripe. [/i]Maybe she had a use after all...?\n\n``Putting me in detention with a useless little feral bitch like you. You think he's away right now on accident? No. It's `cause he [i]knows[/i] you're in heat.[i] It's `cause he [/i][u]wants[/u][i] me to do this.[/i]'' Mason was panting quietly, his pink tongue lolling out as he glanced at the door again. It was still partly open from when she'd pushed through, making Mason's heart pound. He'd lied, of course - he didn't really think anyone would condone what he was doing to Bailey; but what were the chances anyone'd come through, now? Hardly likely, there's only swim class and...\n\nHe shook his head, clearing it, but that just caused more of that tantalizing aroma to fill his flaring nostrils. No one was coming, not even Mr. Hethrow. He'd said 45 minutes, but the man always got distracted in the garden. Bailey was [i]his[/i] right now.\n\nTo prove his point, the dingo shifted grips suddenly, picking up the bitch by the collar of her little white blouse. He tried to lift the forty-pound girl into the air, only to rip the blouse all the way off of her. He hadn't meant to do [i]that[/i], but now he had to run with it. With a loud [i]splat,[/i] Bailey hit the lab table, too stunned to react before Mason went instead for the scruff of her neck. He groaned as he hefted her through the air toward Mr. Hethrow's desk. ``Didn't even bring your books to detention, what the fuck good are you to me?'' His right paw hefted her skirt, but he'd already gone this far. With a toothy grin, he tugged upon her scruff and down on her skirt, ripping the blue fabric from her body unceremoniously, leaving the chubby blue heeler naked and whining as the day she was born. He grabbed her by the tail, hiking it before slamming her rump-first onto the desk with a rough *thump*, smearing her swollen spade against the worn wood of their teacher's desk. ``Going to,'' he panted as he forced her genitals against the surface of the desk. ``...s-school in heat. Nasty. Let's at least give Mr. Hethrow a b-bit of a sniff.''\n\nBailey was stunned by almost every action the boy took, one after the other, until he was manhandling her against the teacher's desk. Bailey had always been accused of being a teacher's pet, but this was more than she'd bargained for, her swollen pink bits painfully squished across the wood only to leave a thin streak of juices behind. This was more than enough for her - she barked loudly and said, ``Unhaynd me!'' She bared her teeth to the much larger boy, even though that was what had gotten her detention in the first place, tensing her muscles as she prepared to jump and flee - if she could. She'd never seen anyone behave like this, not even [i]Mason[/i]. The look in his eyes scared the young girl.\n\nThe dingo's heart raced in his chest, but it was too late to stop. He couldn't if he wanted to - his eyes were drawn to that wet smear of filth that he drew with Bailey's swollen spade across his teacher's desk. The scent was intoxicating, and the fact that she was starting to really [u]struggle...\n\n[/u]\n\nThe problem with being a four-legger is just how easy it is to be rendered helpless. A grip on the scruff - [i]juuuust[/i] so - to control the head, then another gripped firmly around the base of the tail, and he's lifting her right up in the air, cutting off her barks. ``Hethrow's gonna smell that and know what happened: you got all horny and fuckin' tried to [i]rape[/i] me,'' he whispered to her, before the adolescent dingo pressed his muzzle [i]right[/i] between the struggling girl's hind legs, licking once, twice, three times right against her spade - wet, hot, slimy strokes of his tongue that parted the feral's cunt and unapologetically [u]violated[/u] her.\n\nDangling by the throat, she couldn't struggle or shout, staring wordlessly down at the hungry dingo. Her spread legs framed his face, his cold, wet nose burrowing against the hood of her underage spade while he had the gall to reach his tongue out to scoop up the light drizzle that was falling from her taut mound. She tried to tuck her tail, but he was hefting her with his other paw at the base of it, leaving her completely defenseless as his tongue started to explore more and more rudely. She coughed and sputtered, but shivered as he pried her soft, untried pussy apart, in full view of the still partially open door. What was she going to [i]do?[/i] She'd told her mother to wait until called to come pick her up, but her phone was in her skirt - how long would it be before she might be rescued from this pre-teen perpetrator? Would someone [i]hear?[/i]\n\nA moment of truth. He glanced towards the door as well, his slippery tongue still pressed deep into the little bitch, but the dominos were falling and the dingo moved decisively. The duffle bag with the lab supplies still lays on the table, half-opened with a few marshmallows spilling out. He took another sllooow, wet [i]*slurp*[/i] of her spade before he pulled back his tongue. ``Think you can get away with gettin' me in trouble like this?'' \n\nThe dingo's tongue flicked out again to lick her salty wetness from his whiskers, eyes still staring down at the sight of her fat spade bouncing as the tiny dog trembled in his grip. Practically hyperventilating with need, he spared another glance at the door, before reaching forward and flipping the little bitch over onto her back with such violence that it knocks the breath out of her and sends a few marshmallows scattering out of the bag and onto the ground. ``This view aughta be familiar for you - betcha spread those chubby legs for Mr. Hethrow every day, don't you? Gotta get that A, right?''\n\nHe wasn't turned on by Mr. Hethrow, and he had never been turned on by some [i]dog[/i] either, but somehow the visualization of her whining under the middle-aged man's desperate thrusts got Mason going. There was no making sense of it - the fat little cattle dog was just a dumb animal with too big a brain attached to it. But the taste of her [i]spade[/i] - [b]that [/b]was something he liked.\n\nHe pressed one broad paw against her belly then, pinning her down on the table, he took another hurried glance back at the open door, panting eagerly. He'd never been so hard in all his life. He unbuttoned his pants with practiced ease, yanking them off like they were searing his flesh, before catching his shorts halfway down his legs with a slight flexing of his thighs. His sheath was already pulled back, jumping and jolting above the waistband of his boxers, with a solid four inches of slippery red cock already filling out the tip. The scent of his arousal swirled into Bailey's sensitive nose: wet, hot, masculine scent filled with iron and the sickly-sweet need of a decidedly compatible canine. ``Don't you dare be mouthy, either,'' he whispered over her face, as he shifted both paws down the edge of her thighs, parting those chubby little legs and sliding her back right to the edge of the teacher's desk. ``Whatcha think you're gonna do if someone finds us, eh? You want the whole school knowing you tried to [i]rape[/i] me?''\n\nShe had been about to bark, but his threats weren't completely baseless. Only the jocks stuck around this late after school, and he had plenty of friends on the swim team. If she barked her head off, she might escalate the situation only to be `rescued' by one of Mason's cronies. But she couldn't do [i]nothing[/i]. There was only one reason he would lower his pants, and that reason was throbbing a few inches out of his boxers. He wouldn't really - would he? Even behaving at his worst, she could only imagine him, maybe, just jacking off over her?\n\nHer voice high and childish, she whimpered, ``Ple[i]uhhs[/i], let me go. I - I'm sorry for getting you-uh in trowble!'' She stared up at him, her big belly almost blocking her line of sight, the tip of her spade visibly sticking out.\n\n``Truubbuulll...'' the dingo mocked her speech, glancing around Mr. Hethrow's table briefly and reaching out to grab a dry-erase marker from the cup at the edge of the desk. He spun it briefly in his paw, then - his other thumb still spreading her spade into a rude half-gape - pressed the tip of it into her quivering cunt with a rough motion that sent it several inches inside, then, with a snicker, even further, until it met resistance with only the very end still showing. ``That's about what a little feral pecker'd feel like, huh?'' Unsatisfied, he ignored the struggling cattle dog and slammed his palm against the end of the two-centimeter diameter marker, hearing the [i]rip[/i] of Bailey's hymen as the entire marker disappeared into her swollen spade.\n\n[b][i][u]YELP!!![/u][/i][/b]\n\nBailey's jaw dropped as the marker pushed inside her, shoving deep inside her untested pussy folds as the boy thoughtlessly penetrated her, the ragged remains of her innocence convulsing with pain. Fear and fury in her voice, she gasped, ``What are you doing!?'' before groaning, reflexively squeezing in panic to remove the marker the only way she could - with her vaginal muscles. He started to insult her again, but his eyes were drawn to the sight of her spade bouncing and struggling to get the marker out of her, one slippery millimeter at a time, the white plastic now glistening with her obvious arousal and the faint scent of blood.\n\n``Nasty.'' It was Mason's turn to tremble though, as he glanced up at the heeler's face, briefly making eye contact with her teary, [i]pleading[/i] expression. Mason almost felt guilty, but then he glanced down at the marker - now halfway out of her cunt and bouncing with every clench - and instead reached into his coat pocket, pulling out his phone.\n\n``Say hi,'' he grinned, then snapped a picture before she could protest.\n\n``Hey!'' she gasped, covering herself with her tail before rolling over onto her side to cover up most of her engorged cunt. Judging by the flash covering her body, though, she was too late. She growled, tears falling down her face, ``You are going to be in [i]so[/i] much trouble!'', not realizing that he'd just taken a perfect picture for preventing that. At least she managed to squeeze hard enough to pop the marker all the way out. Without thinking about it, Mason caught it before it hit the linoleum, his paw sticky with her fluids now.\n\n``Let's leave this little back-up evidence for Mr. Hethrow to find...'' he grinned. He didn't bother to respond to her threat - what could a stupid little feral like [i]her[/i] do to him anyway? He had a pic of her masturbating - clearly she'd come onto [i]him[/i]. He paused though and said, ``Unless you'd like to clean up after yourself for once?'' Like that, the dingo offered the marker to Bailey, inches in front of her nose.\n\nThe Expo marker reeked of her heat, the blood of her ruined virginity, and the scent of distressed dog, blanketing the room. She almost couldn't make out Mason's own masculine musk. Mr. Hethrow would know exactly what that smell was - she had [i]no choice[/i]. Whining, she sniffled and opened her mouth, accepting the disgusting marker that had just popped her cherry once and for all, lapping and suckling at it to remove the damning evidence while Mason watched, laughing.\n\nEmboldened, his thumbs slipped down her legs, slowly trembling at the feeling of her flexing muscles and that short, silky fur. Farther and farther down, he spread her legs apart, until his thumbs were pressed against Bailey's swollen spade once again. He stared down, swallowing at the sight of the bitch's yawning pink cunt. She was so... so [i]stretchy[/i]. It was [u]obscene[/u]. Fascinated, he stretched her fertile little lips with his thumbs until she was squirming, gaping a solid two inches across, her pussy absolutely aching and ragged. ``God, you fucking [b]feral[/b]. You belong in a [i]puppy mill[/i]. Wonder how this'll feel wrapped around my knot. I... uh, yeah, I think it'll fit...''\n\nBailey's struggles only increased upon hearing that, but Mason didn't give her a chance to protest. She'd barely cleaned the marker and spit it out before the dingo, instead of repositioning, actually used this lewd grip on her spade to drag her back another couple inches until her tail flopped off the edge of the desk. As he moved closer to the desk, cold air from the laboratory puffed into her lewdly gaping folds, making Bailey shiver. Her miscalculations exponentially compounded as he did exactly what she prayed he couldn't even consider, staring wide-eyed and dumbstruck as the much larger dingo dropped his boxers and pushed his bony tip closer and closer to her sweet prize. Even Mason stared in disbelief at what he was doing, but that didn't slow him one bit. There was no chance to beg, no chance to yell - the dingo flexed his thumbs and yanked her spade even further apart as he lowered his cockhead down, watching in fascination as he [i]stretched [/i]the bitch's tiny spade around his cock, fingers tugging so that she knew it was in, but couldn't feel it yet. It was only when he had a full two inches inside that Mason finally let go of her abused labia, released with a wet *slap* as it sprang tight around his cock. ``F-fucking cocksleeve...'' he moaned, using a word his dad had commonly used to describe the sluts around town.\n\nBailey's entire body gave a helpless [i]clench[/i] at the sensation of the dingo's cock suddenly inside her, the girl's surprising strength causing her sex to squeeze so tight that the dingo almost snarled. He slipped his wet thumbs up her hips again, digging into her thighs for a bit of grip and [i]flexing[/i] his cock once in response, sending a sharp pang of pain and pleasure rocking through the little bitch as he jabbed another two inches into her with a short movement of his hips.\n\n``Y-you're insiyde me!'' she yipped in disbelief, pinned to the table with her deflowered pussy distended around the much larger boy's shaft.\n\n``You smell so good,'' he whimpered, a glob of drool almost falling onto her bulging spade. The sound of her all-too feral whining sent another shiver up the dingo's spine, drawing another rough jerk of his hips, using all his strength to stretch her another two inches deep. ``Guess you're graduating from your first little dildo, eh?'' he noted with a smirk as he glanced down at her widely splayed legs and the sight of so much of his cock already fed into her. What an ugly, fat dirty [i]animal[/i]. She ought to be thanking him, because no one else was ever going to pay her this kind of attention. ``I think your momma'd be proud,'' he smirked, giving pause and - to Bailey's horror - pulling out his phone again and lining her up for another picture.\n\n[b][i][u]FLASH[/u][/i][/b]\n\n``Help!'' she barked as loud as she could, but not before the picture was taken, showing her with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue dangling.\n\nMason growled and slid his paws up from her waist to her neck, which wasn't very far for the little dog. Squeezing firmly, he could cut off her loudest barks and still slam her down along the desk toward his probing cock, her little lips kissing two-thirds of the way down his red rocket now. Mason smirked down at her, rolling his hips once, twice, recording a video now to catch every moment the little girl's face screwed up in an attempt not to moan at the sensation of her tightly-stretched spade getting tugged left and right, dimpling and stretching as he started fucking her with a thumping motion of his hips against the desk. Her traitorous body made it all too easy; she was practically drooling with casual arousal, her whole body a mess of trembling clenches and pleasurable thrills as the bitch's fertile body [i]finally[/i] got the kind of rough treatment she'd been practically [i]begging[/i] for. Maybe [i]this[/i] was why she'd gotten him in trouble? ``You like this, d-don't you?'' he asked, loosening his grip on her neck.\n\nTears in her eyes, Bailey shook her head and gasped, ``Y-you're raping meeeeee!'' But that exact moment was when Mason's tip tickled her cervix, his hard cock wetly grinding against her heat-primed clit. She undercut her own claim as she opened her mouth and [i]whined[/i], hips humping up against the large dingo who'd just pinned her down and stolen her virginity.\n\nLaughing, Mason said, ``It's only rape if you don't [i]want[/i] it. Look at yourself, nasty dog.'' He worked himself deeper, squeezing his tip up against her innermost wall. Just a little further, and his growing knot would slip just inside her plump spade. ``Dad always said a feral in heat'll fuck the first male they come across, no questions asked. Guess he was right.'' They'd bred their Doberman, Doobie, to a few lady dogs in the nearest town. Usually the bitches [i]hated[/i] Doobie, but when the time came, that didn't matter - they stopped their growling and snapping and those little stub-tails went up.\n\nThe dingo had already squirted a steady, watery stream of precum ever since his tip caught that puffy spade, but now, with his dick three-quarters deep and [i]grrrrriiiiinding[/i] into her, Mason couldn't help but start to flex his cock rhythmically, his knot starting to balloon out. He'd never tell the bitch, but this was also [i]his[/i] first time. He [i]was[/i] just a fifth grader like her, after all. ``Oh fuck, yes,'' he whined, reaching down to rub her fat spade, reveling in the lewd way her puffy flesh wrapped around his gyrating cock. He tightened his grip around her distended mound until it squished out between his fingers, forcing the feral's dirty little clit to squeeze against his shaft as he abused her like an oversized fleshlight, as if he was casually jacking off with her body. He gritted his teeth and started [i]pounding[/i] himself against her spade, reaming himself into its stretchy grip, again and again, [i]violently. [/i]His grip was so tight her clit sawed mercilessly against the turgid length of his shaft, overwhelming the little cattle dog.\n\nBailey was lost in a wave of sensations, the pain of her too-tight pussy stretched to its limits around the large boy's dingo dick, the rough, raw rasping of his knot against her clit, the scent of a powerful male blanketing her and the desk, drawing her mind deeper into its instincts. She was panting [i]fast[/i], her eyes losing focus - Mason was just a blur of yellow. The only thing she could see was the base of his cock widening and widening, wedging [i]inside of her [/i]only to [i]pop[/i] back out. He knew very well that she was in heat, but he hadn't even considered a condom. If he knotted her, there'd be nothing to stop him from dumping his load right in her little, blue belly, right where the ten-year-old girl didn't need it.\n\nSoon, the occasional wet sucking sound was accompanied by wet [i]squirts[/i] of watery cum as he rocked the girl back and forth on Mr. Hethrow's desk, her ass now squeaking back and forth in a growing puddle of cummy filth. ``Smell that?'' he whispered, baring his teeth. His knot was really stretching her now, her tiny little paws splayed wide, hips straining against the seemingly impossible girth. He released her neck just long enough to smear his paw in the filth of their breeding, a sticky wet smear of cum from their adjacent taints transferred up to her muzzle, then her face.\n\n``Wha -'' she gasped, before he interrupted her.\n\nHe took wicked pleasure in making her gurgle in protest, smearing his palm against her wet, cold nose before circling his thumb and forefinger around her muzzle to silence her before she could protest. ``[i]Shut up, [/i][b][i]Bailey[/i][/b][i].[/i]'' Her sensitive nose was filled with nothing but the scent of her own fertile heat and his cum, highlighting the sensation of pleasure and pain as he started to knot her. \n\n``M-M-MASON!'' She tried to yelp, but he was already muzzling her again with a desperate grasp. He was [i]knotfucking [/i]her now, using his grip on her spade and muzzle like a lever to desperately slam his growing knot into her, again and again, the boy lost in a feral frenzy as he took all his virginal frustration out on the tiny dog. She wasn't meant for this! The bulge of his fat cock was throbbing visibly through her skin, and she swore she could feel his early emissions. He might not have had as detailed a sex ed class as she did, but he ought to know just how dangerous this was - but he didn't care.\n\n[i]SLAP SLAP SLAP ... ``[/i][b][i]YELP![/i][/b][i]''\n\n[/i]\n\n``[b]SHUT UP, BAILEY![/b]'' Mason snarled for a third time. The dingo reached a paw up to slap the bitch across the face, but right at that moment his knot finally caught in her engorged spade. The next jerk of his hips dragged her ass back to the edge of the table, his paw smacking the table wetly where her face would have been just seconds earlier. The loud, high-pitched yelp echoed through the lab, and his ears flattened, but he could only stare down in shock at the sight of her, her little pink spade absolutely trembling, ready to burst. [i]Bailey is [/i]tied[i], she's tied to [/i]me[i], just like one of those bitches on the end of Doobie's cock. And it feels [/i]amazing[i].[/i] ``Oh... Oh f-f-fffffff... f-fuuuck...''\n\nMason tried to stand up straight, but the raw feeling of her struggling on the length of his dick was too much. He barely managed to keep a half-grip on her muzzle, keeping the bitch at least halfway silent but otherwise just letting her... [b]WIGGLE[/b]... the adolescent's eyes half-closing as her spade clenched down around the base of his knot in a way that made his toes curl and cock [i]throb[/i]. He only wanted to thrust forward right then, again and again, with no backstroke, squishing the little dog into the table right before he finally erupted inside her. She wasn't a real girl, but she was a perfect [i]training cunt[/i], just like the wheels he'd used to learn to ride a bike.\n\n``Mmmrph, nnn-grllilla!'' she whined, eyes locked open in shock, her entire body quivering just like the young boy wanted, clenching down because of his sheer size. She shuddered in pain and pleasure, wrapped around him like a vise grip as she inadvertently worked his cock, drawing him closer and closer to the fateful moment, and there was literally nothing she could do. Her helplessness hit her like a white-hot bolt in the belly, but it only made Mason [i]growl[/i], confident in his total control of the situation. She yelped as loudly as she could, praying someone - anyone - would hear her and put a stop to this before it was too late. But that time had already passed, and her rump [i]knew [/i]it, bucking up against him and riding his knot in sharp circles, each rub of her clit making her attempts to scream for help turn into deep, lustful moans. When Mason pushed his damp thumb into her muzzle, she latched on and suckled him, letting the flavor of their shared juices dance on her tongue, her eight little nipples erect and quivering in the cool air. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and finally, [i]finally[/i], her tail started to wag.\n\nThe feeling of his orgasm was simply indescribable, a raw sensation that doesn't even come [i]close[/i] to matching any time he's masturbated before. Jerking, throbbing, squirting, his cock convulsed with the strongest orgasm he'd ever had in his entire life - and a [b]volume[/b] to match! He filled the bitch, letting go of her muzzle now that her body had finally started to respond properly to her [i]breeding. \n\n[/i]\n\n``B-betcha feel... every [u]squirt[/u], eh? I - [i]pant -[/i] I can feel your cookie nibbling at my dick. Y-yeah. You were hungry for this...'' He was barely able to talk, eyes half-glazed over as he stared down at her broken little body. Even as the first powerful throbs of his orgasm start to ebb he still found it hard to stand, her thrashing thrusts an added challenge. He started petting her ears then with that messy paw, scratching her behind the ears like a good dog, cock still throbbing alarmingly inside her, making her belly swell.\n\nShe closed her eyes, sucking his thumb like she was a puppy at her mom's teats again, each burning injection of Mason's underage cum splattering through her cervix into her burbling, bloated womb. With his knot so firmly lodged, there was no doubt where every drop was headed, and she watched her mottled belly bulge as he serviced her, the little bitch stretching her legs as wide as they could go and clenching as hard as she could to milk him of every drop. She wished she could deny that her instincts had thoroughly taken over, but as much as she hated Mason for what he'd done, she was [i]moaning[/i] for more.\n\nSuddenly, a knock.\n\n``Mason?'' \n\n[i]Fuck.[/i]\n\nThe dingo froze, a chill running down his spine.\n\n[i]Fuck, [u]fuck,[/u][/i] [b][i][u]fuck!!![/u][/i][/b]\n\nHe spared a terrified glance over his shoulder, hiding as much as he could. \n\n``Y... yeah, Mr. Hethrow?''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Bailey had never been in the school so long after the final bell.  Detention!  When she hadn't even done anything!  She walked the quiet hall toward the science lab, where Mason waited to finish their laboratory project.  She hoped he was there, even though she particularly disliked the dingo.  She couldn?t exactly finish their project alone, with no hands.  She was a four-legger, cursed with a voice but no thumbs, in a world where the vast majority of people had fur, and teeth, and ears, and tails like her, but stood on two legs and had hands instead of paws.  She had to admit, she was still intimidated - up until now, the only two-leggers she?d had to interact with were her teachers.

Now, she was in fifth grade - her first co-ed school.  Working alongside her two-legged peers, the ten-year-old Australian Cattle Dog finally experienced the teasing that all four-leggers went through, and Mason was no exception.  Still, he wasn?t great at science, so he?d need her help on the project, too.

It was 5:00 and the laboratory was still a bit of a mess.  Mr. Hethrow's illegible writing was still on the chalkboard, and that faint chemical scent of formaldehyde and alcohol lingered in the air, despite the last class having gotten out several hours prior.

``Bailey?''  The dingo's voice was a low, rumbling growl, at the sound of her paws clicking on the linoleum. There was only one thing that annoyed him more than being assigned detention, and that was being assigned detention with the dog that had gotten him in trouble in the first place.  

He saw Bailey's nose poke through the door, opening just a crack, but the small bitch was clearly struggling to go through the door.  Despite the school being `co-ed', many accommodations for ferals of her `stature' were the cheap, bolt-on variety of `accessibility' that only occasionally worked, like the nose-operated latch that should have swung the door wide for her automatically, if the door weren't so big that it scraped the ground.  Mason couldn't help but smirk watching her finally squeeze through, the door screeching to a halt a foot from closing behind her.  With a dramatic sigh, he whined, ``Did you even bring your books?  Hethrow said we needed to get at least the plans of this -,'' the dingo held up his paper, rotating it up and down as if he couldn't tell which way was up before setting them down on the table again.  ``- marshmallow tower?  The fuck?  Done for tomorrow.''

Of course, Mason had chosen the high bench at the back of the classroom to sit at, with said instructions clearly out of reach and out of sight.  He didn't even look down at the small bitch as she padded down the line of desks, much less offer to help.

Alone with Mason.  The forty-pound feral had expected someone to at least supervise, but since the project was incredibly stupid, there were no dangerous supplies.  Bailey briefly wondered what would stop her from just leaving the naughty boy in the lurch and heading home.  She could survive a missing grade in the grade book, but he certainly couldn't.  A scribble on the board said that Mr. Hethrow would be back to check on them in forty-five minutes, and that they'd better have a full write-up by then, but he'd be in the school garden if they needed anything.

She still smarted from painfully pushing through the large door, her pot-bellied body certainly not doing her self-esteem any favors.  She knew what most boys were looking for - even some of her four-legged peers were into long legs, little breasts, and most of all, hands.  She knew well enough that Mason didn't care for her at all, his taunts still ringing in her ears.  She tried to walk slowly enough that her diaper didn't make that awful squeaky sound with each step - hidden beneath a little skirt, she'd rather he did not know about that.  ``I thawt you'd hawf your books,'' she chirped - glancing up at the bench to see how hard it would be to hop up there with him.  She still had a bit of a speech impediment that made her sound even younger than she was, drawing out the vowel sounds of some single-syllable words.

The dingo looked up briefly from the page, just long enough to stare down his muzzle at the emergent pup and snort derisively. ``You thought I'd have your books,'' he replied in a mocking tone, before turning his attention back to the page again, squinting, and continuing as if she was not even there.  He completely ignored the little bitch, knowing that there was no way in hell she'd be able to get up on the counter without needing to ask for help. Truth is, Mason had been looking forward to hearing her beg for help. All she deserves anyways. Useless little feral might as well provide me a bit of entertainment if I'm stuck with her.

It was her fault he was here.  They were working on the lab together, when Mason had noticed Greg Arboury, that fat-ass wiener dog, leaning forward on the stool in front of him.  The plump nerd was always a pushover, so when Mason saw lard-butt's ass crack peeking over his jeans, he couldn't help himself - he popped a few marshmallows down his crack.  But some bitches are snitches, and his own lab partner called him out on it in front of the whole class!

Greg would have kept his mouth shut the whole period, and he was fucking mortified about everyone knowing Mason had put marshmallows in his butt, but Bailey didn't care.  She'd even snapped at him before he could put a third one down Greg's pants.  Hethrow was furious about the interrupting in the lab, and called all three of them into the hallway while the rest of the kids kept making molecules or atoms or whatnot.  How was Mason supposed to know Greg's ass-crack was so hot it would melt the marshmallows into his fur?  It took the nurse two hours to get all of the goo out of his ass!  Fucking epic.  Now Mason was gonna get grounded by his mom and high-fived by his dad...when he got home from detention.

Bailey was roped in because she couldn't finish the project, and because she'd bared her teeth, but Mason suspected even Mr. Hethrow thought she was a little bitch for tattling.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye, but the sight of her trying to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper enticed even darker thoughts to emerge.  It's not like he'd never seen Bailey's spade before, but a bitch in heat was something the adolescent dingo couldn't help but be more than a little curious about.

``Says here we're supposed to make a molecule or something. I'm kinda surprised Mr. Hethrow would allow a dog like you near the marshmallows in the first place, you'd better not eat these -  again.''

Mason was being unfair, of course.  Bailey wouldn't eat marshmallows in front of anyone at school because they gummed up her teeth and stuck to her nose.  She lifted herself up, placing her paws on the bench, barely peeking over, but didn't risk jumping for it.  Ears flat, the ten-year-old said, glumly, ``Can you helwp me up?''  The `l' in help came out more like a `w'.  She tried to keep her tail from curling between her blue-and-orange legs, not wanting to give the dingo the satisfaction.

The dingo stared down at the little bitch, the corner of his mouth curled up like a hooked fish, unable to hide the two twitches of his tail at the small feral's words. He waited just long enough that it was uncomfortable for her, looking down at a mottled blue piece of trash.  ``Whatever.'' The dingo paused, then he pressed one footpaw over to the side, watching Bailey's reaction as he pressed a toe right against the puffy crease of her diaper between her legs.

Crinkle

His toe dug into the soft material, then continued up, pressing messily between her legs until it raised her hips up into the air, even as she struggled in surprise.  ``Ew,'' he said, tail twitching again as he lifted the dog up, Bailey having no choice but to scrabble with her forepaws at the edge of the desk's rough stone surface.  If she stopped now, she'd flop onto the floor, and she could guess that Mason would find that even more amusing.

He kept lifting with his leg, until the dingo - with a grimace - finally reached out, grabbing Bailey by the hem of her skirt and diaper. ``You're in heat aren't you, you nasty little dog.''  He whispered this ``secret'' into the feral's ear while she dangled, her rear end suspended in the air, her diaper cinched around her waist, the soft material taut against her swollen spade leaving no doubt to the truth.  ``Fertile.  Dad said you ferals matured fast but damn, I mean, you're... uhhh... 10, right?''

``H-hey, put me dowen,'' she protested, stretching the diphthong in `down'.  She kicked her legs and dragged her claws across the table to no avail.  How could he not know that all his four-legged peers had long ago gone through puberty?  They've been going to school for weeks now, and Bailey knew at least five girls who'd had their periods already.  But maybe two-legger boys were just dense.  Mason certainly seemed to be.  ``Stowp it, Mason!'' she whined.

Mason had to catch his breath - just like that, he'd made his classmate completely helpless.  He shivered at the little bitch's protest, keeping her ass high in the air, peering down under the gusset between her diaper, tail and rump.  Why should she need a diaper, anyway?  What was so special about a girl's spade in heat?  ``Shut up, Bailey,'' he snorted, as he pressed his thumbs against her hips, slowly peeling away the crinkly material down the little bitch's shapely rump.  He had to see.  ``You never wear underwear anyway.  If we're going to get anything done, I can't keep hearing your dumb diaper making noise.  This won't take long - just eat a marshmallow or something.''

His heart was pounding in his chest. This is wrong, his mind was thinking, as he glanced at the door.  The sound of other students was still clearly audible in the hallway outside, but he didn't stop.  No.  He couldn't stop. He used his thumbs like Bailey could only dream of, peeling the elastic away with a *snap* and making her heat diaper fall away from her swollen spade down her kicking legs with a wet *plip* against Mr. Hethrow's table. The smell that wafted up from her suddenly exposed cunt mesmerized the dingo and made him shudder with excitement.  With weaker noses than the four-leggers, he'd never realized what that sweet scent he'd detected so many times actually was.  Now, with her bare spade jiggling a foot from his nose, he had a full sample.  ``F-f...''

Bailey was not ashamed to walk around without clothes on, but other people weren't supposed to be looking down there!  Mason had actually undressed her, his fingers running through the short, coarse fur on her rump.  She'd never gone exposed like this while in heat - normally her little spade was all but invisible against her fur.  Now, inches in front of Mason's eyes, while she still dangled helplessly half-perched on the bench, her puffy, pink pussy trembled in the cold laboratory air, swollen in every direction so that even the small panting from the dingo made her bounce, the glistening skin not moist enough to part easily.  ``Mason!'' she objected loudly, growling.  ``Put that back awn owr I'm gawna tell Mr. Hethrow!''

``Fuck Mr. Hethrow,'' he whispered, the dingo's voice a growl low enough to rumble in her chest as he leaned over her. Mason felt a thrill at the sight of her, cowering and helpless in his grip, so small, so useless, smelling so... so... ripe.  Maybe she had a use after all...?

``Putting me in detention with a useless little feral bitch like you. You think he's away right now on accident?  No.  It's `cause he knows you're in heat. It's `cause he wants me to do this.''  Mason was panting quietly, his pink tongue lolling out as he glanced at the door again.  It was still partly open from when she'd pushed through, making Mason's heart pound.  He'd lied, of course  -  he didn't really think anyone would condone what he was doing to Bailey; but what were the chances anyone'd come through, now?  Hardly likely, there's only swim class and...

He shook his head, clearing it, but that just caused more of that tantalizing aroma to fill his flaring nostrils.  No one was coming, not even Mr. Hethrow.  He'd said 45 minutes, but the man always got distracted in the garden.  Bailey was his right now.

To prove his point, the dingo shifted grips suddenly, picking up the bitch by the collar of her little white blouse.  He tried to lift the forty-pound girl into the air, only to rip the blouse all the way off of her.  He hadn't meant to do that, but now he had to run with it.  With a loud splat, Bailey hit the lab table, too stunned to react before Mason went instead for the scruff of her neck.  He groaned as he hefted her through the air toward Mr. Hethrow's desk.  ``Didn't even bring your books to detention, what the fuck good are you to me?''  His right paw hefted her skirt, but he'd already gone this far.  With a toothy grin, he tugged upon her scruff and down on her skirt, ripping the blue fabric from her body unceremoniously, leaving the chubby blue heeler naked and whining as the day she was born.  He grabbed her by the tail, hiking it before slamming her rump-first onto the desk with a rough *thump*, smearing her swollen spade against the worn wood of their teacher's desk. ``Going to,'' he panted as he forced her genitals against the surface of the desk. ``...s-school in heat.  Nasty.  Let's at least give Mr. Hethrow a b-bit of a sniff.''

Bailey was stunned by almost every action the boy took, one after the other, until he was manhandling her against the teacher's desk.  Bailey had always been accused of being a teacher's pet, but this was more than she'd bargained for, her swollen pink bits painfully squished across the wood only to leave a thin streak of juices behind.  This was more than enough for her - she barked loudly and said, ``Unhaynd me!''  She bared her teeth to the much larger boy, even though that was what had gotten her detention in the first place, tensing her muscles as she prepared to jump and flee - if she could.  She'd never seen anyone behave like this, not even Mason.  The look in his eyes scared the young girl.

The dingo's heart raced in his chest, but it was too late to stop.  He couldn't if he wanted to - his eyes were drawn to that wet smear of filth that he drew with Bailey's swollen spade across his teacher's desk. The scent was intoxicating, and the fact that she was starting to really struggle...



The problem with being a four-legger is just how easy it is to be rendered helpless. A grip on the scruff - juuuust so - to control the head, then another gripped firmly around the base of the tail, and he's lifting her right up in the air, cutting off her barks.  ``Hethrow's gonna smell that and know what happened: you got all horny and fuckin' tried to rape me,'' he whispered to her, before the adolescent dingo pressed his muzzle right between the struggling girl's hind legs, licking once, twice, three times right against her spade - wet, hot, slimy strokes of his tongue that parted the feral's cunt and unapologetically violated her.

Dangling by the throat, she couldn't struggle or shout, staring wordlessly down at the hungry dingo.  Her spread legs framed his face, his cold, wet nose burrowing against the hood of her underage spade while he had the gall to reach his tongue out to scoop up the light drizzle that was falling from her taut mound.  She tried to tuck her tail, but he was hefting her with his other paw at the base of it, leaving her completely defenseless as his tongue started to explore more and more rudely.  She coughed and sputtered, but shivered as he pried her soft, untried pussy apart, in full view of the still partially open door.  What was she going to do?  She'd told her mother to wait until called to come pick her up, but her phone was in her skirt - how long would it be before she might be rescued from this pre-teen perpetrator?  Would someone hear?

A moment of truth. He glanced towards the door as well, his slippery tongue still pressed deep into the little bitch, but the dominos were falling and the dingo moved decisively. The duffle bag with the lab supplies still lays on the table, half-opened with a few marshmallows spilling out. He took another sllooow, wet *slurp* of her spade before he pulled back his tongue. ``Think you can get away with gettin' me in trouble like this?''

The dingo's tongue flicked out again to lick her salty wetness from his whiskers, eyes still staring down at the sight of her fat spade bouncing as the tiny dog trembled in his grip. Practically hyperventilating with need, he spared another glance at the door, before reaching forward and flipping the little bitch over onto her back with such violence that it knocks the breath out of her and sends a few marshmallows scattering out of the bag and onto the ground. ``This view aughta be familiar for you - betcha spread those chubby legs for Mr. Hethrow every day, don't you?  Gotta get that A, right?''

He wasn't turned on by Mr. Hethrow, and he had never been turned on by some dog either, but somehow the visualization of her whining under the middle-aged man's desperate thrusts got Mason going.  There was no making sense of it - the fat little cattle dog was just a dumb animal with too big a brain attached to it.  But the taste of her spade - that was something he liked.

He pressed one broad paw against her belly then, pinning her down on the table, he took another hurried glance back at the open door, panting eagerly. He'd never been so hard in all his life. He unbuttoned his pants with practiced ease, yanking them off like they were searing his flesh, before catching his shorts halfway down his legs with a slight flexing of his thighs. His sheath was already pulled back, jumping and jolting above the waistband of his boxers, with a solid four inches of slippery red cock already filling out the tip. The scent of his arousal swirled into Bailey's sensitive nose: wet, hot, masculine scent filled with iron and the sickly-sweet need of a decidedly compatible canine. ``Don't you dare be mouthy, either,'' he whispered over her face, as he shifted both paws down the edge of her thighs, parting those chubby little legs and sliding her back right to the edge of the teacher's desk. ``Whatcha think you're gonna do if someone finds us, eh? You want the whole school knowing you tried to rape me?''

She had been about to bark, but his threats weren't completely baseless.  Only the jocks stuck around this late after school, and he had plenty of friends on the swim team.  If she barked her head off, she might escalate the situation only to be `rescued' by one of Mason's cronies.  But she couldn't do nothing.  There was only one reason he would lower his pants, and that reason was throbbing a few inches out of his boxers.  He wouldn't really - would he?  Even behaving at his worst, she could only imagine him, maybe, just jacking off over her?

Her voice high and childish, she whimpered, ``Pleuhhs, let me go.  I - I'm sorry for getting you-uh in trowble!''  She stared up at him, her big belly almost blocking her line of sight, the tip of her spade visibly sticking out.

``Truubbuulll...'' the dingo mocked her speech, glancing around Mr. Hethrow's table briefly and reaching out to grab a dry-erase marker from the cup at the edge of the desk.  He spun it briefly in his paw, then - his other thumb still spreading her spade into a rude half-gape - pressed the tip of it into her quivering cunt with a rough motion that sent it several inches inside, then, with a snicker, even further, until it met resistance with only the very end still showing.  ``That's about what a little feral pecker'd feel like, huh?''  Unsatisfied, he ignored the struggling cattle dog and slammed his palm against the end of the two-centimeter diameter marker, hearing the rip of Bailey's hymen as the entire marker disappeared into her swollen spade.

YELP!!!

Bailey's jaw dropped as the marker pushed inside her, shoving deep inside her untested pussy folds as the boy thoughtlessly penetrated her, the ragged remains of her innocence convulsing with pain.  Fear and fury in her voice, she gasped, ``What are you doing!?'' before groaning, reflexively squeezing in panic to remove the marker the only way she could - with her vaginal muscles.  He started to insult her again, but his eyes were drawn to the sight of her spade bouncing and struggling to get the marker out of her, one slippery millimeter at a time, the white plastic now glistening with her obvious arousal and the faint scent of blood.

``Nasty.''  It was Mason's turn to tremble though, as he glanced up at the heeler's face, briefly making eye contact with her teary, pleading expression.  Mason almost felt guilty, but then he glanced down at the marker - now halfway out of her cunt and bouncing with every clench - and instead reached into his coat pocket, pulling out his phone.

``Say hi,'' he grinned, then snapped a picture before she could protest.

``Hey!'' she gasped, covering herself with her tail before rolling over onto her side to cover up most of her engorged cunt.  Judging by the flash covering her body, though, she was too late.  She growled, tears falling down her face, ``You are going to be in so much trouble!'', not realizing that he'd just taken a perfect picture for preventing that.  At least she managed to squeeze hard enough to pop the marker all the way out.  Without thinking about it, Mason caught it before it hit the linoleum, his paw sticky with her fluids now.

``Let's leave this little back-up evidence for Mr. Hethrow to find...'' he grinned.  He didn't bother to respond to her threat - what could a stupid little feral like her do to him anyway?  He had a pic of her masturbating - clearly she'd come onto him.  He paused though and said, ``Unless you'd like to clean up after yourself for once?''  Like that, the dingo offered the marker to Bailey, inches in front of her nose.

The Expo marker reeked of her heat, the blood of her ruined virginity, and the scent of distressed dog, blanketing the room.  She almost couldn't make out Mason's own masculine musk.  Mr. Hethrow would know exactly what that smell was - she had no choice.  Whining, she sniffled and opened her mouth, accepting the disgusting marker that had just popped her cherry once and for all, lapping and suckling at it to remove the damning evidence while Mason watched, laughing.

Emboldened, his thumbs slipped down her legs, slowly trembling at the feeling of her flexing muscles and that short, silky fur.  Farther and farther down, he spread her legs apart, until his thumbs were pressed against Bailey's swollen spade once again.  He stared down, swallowing at the sight of the bitch's yawning pink cunt.  She was so... so stretchy. It was obscene.  Fascinated, he stretched her fertile little lips with his thumbs until she was squirming, gaping a solid two inches across, her pussy absolutely aching and ragged.  ``God, you fucking feral.  You belong in a puppy mill.  Wonder how this'll feel wrapped around my knot.  I... uh, yeah, I think it'll fit...''

Bailey's struggles only increased upon hearing that, but Mason didn't give her a chance to protest.  She'd barely cleaned the marker and spit it out before the dingo, instead of repositioning, actually used this lewd grip on her spade to drag her back another couple inches until her tail flopped off the edge of the desk.  As he moved closer to the desk, cold air from the laboratory puffed into her lewdly gaping folds, making Bailey shiver.  Her miscalculations exponentially compounded as he did exactly what she prayed he couldn't even consider, staring wide-eyed and dumbstruck as the much larger dingo dropped his boxers and pushed his bony tip closer and closer to her sweet prize.  Even Mason stared in disbelief at what he was doing, but that didn't slow him one bit.  There was no chance to beg, no chance to yell -  the dingo flexed his thumbs and yanked her spade even further apart as he lowered his cockhead down, watching in fascination as he stretched the bitch's tiny spade around his cock, fingers tugging so that she knew it was in, but couldn't feel it yet.  It was only when he had a full two inches inside that Mason finally let go of her abused labia, released with a wet *slap* as it sprang tight around his cock.  ``F-fucking cocksleeve...'' he moaned, using a word his dad had commonly used to describe the sluts around town.

Bailey's entire body gave a helpless clench at the sensation of the dingo's cock suddenly inside her, the girl's surprising strength causing her sex to squeeze so tight that the dingo almost snarled.  He slipped his wet thumbs up her hips again, digging into her thighs for a bit of grip and flexing his cock once in response, sending a sharp pang of pain and pleasure rocking through the little bitch as he jabbed another two inches into her with a short movement of his hips.

``Y-you're insiyde me!'' she yipped in disbelief, pinned to the table with her deflowered pussy distended around the much larger boy's shaft.

``You smell so good,'' he whimpered, a glob of drool almost falling onto her bulging spade.  The sound of her all-too feral whining sent another shiver up the dingo's spine, drawing another rough jerk of his hips, using all his strength to stretch her another two inches deep.  ``Guess you're graduating from your first little dildo, eh?'' he noted with a smirk as he glanced down at her widely splayed legs and the sight of so much of his cock already fed into her.  What an ugly, fat dirty animal.  She ought to be thanking him, because no one else was ever going to pay her this kind of attention.  ``I think your momma'd be proud,'' he smirked, giving pause and - to Bailey's horror - pulling out his phone again and lining her up for another picture.

FLASH

``Help!'' she barked as loud as she could, but not before the picture was taken, showing her with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue dangling.

Mason growled and slid his paws up from her waist to her neck, which wasn't very far for the little dog.  Squeezing firmly, he could cut off her loudest barks and still slam her down along the desk toward his probing cock, her little lips kissing two-thirds of the way down his red rocket now.  Mason smirked down at her, rolling his hips once, twice, recording a video now to catch every moment the little girl's face screwed up in an attempt not to moan at the sensation of her tightly-stretched spade getting tugged left and right, dimpling and stretching as he started fucking her with a thumping motion of his hips against the desk.  Her traitorous body made it all too easy; she was practically drooling with casual arousal, her whole body a mess of trembling clenches and pleasurable thrills as the bitch's fertile body finally got the kind of rough treatment she'd been practically begging for.  Maybe this was why she'd gotten him in trouble?  ``You like this, d-don't you?'' he asked, loosening his grip on her neck.

Tears in her eyes, Bailey shook her head and gasped, ``Y-you're raping meeeeee!''  But that exact moment was when Mason's tip tickled her cervix, his hard cock wetly grinding against her heat-primed clit.  She undercut her own claim as she opened her mouth and whined, hips humping up against the large dingo who'd just pinned her down and stolen her virginity.

Laughing, Mason said, ``It's only rape if you don't want it.  Look at yourself, nasty dog.''  He worked himself deeper, squeezing his tip up against her innermost wall.  Just a little further, and his growing knot would slip just inside her plump spade.  ``Dad always said a feral in heat'll fuck the first male they come across, no questions asked.  Guess he was right.''  They'd bred their Doberman, Doobie, to a few lady dogs in the nearest town.  Usually the bitches hated Doobie, but when the time came, that didn't matter - they stopped their growling and snapping and those little stub-tails went up.

The dingo had already squirted a steady, watery stream of precum ever since his tip caught that puffy spade, but now, with his dick three-quarters deep and grrrrriiiiinding into her, Mason couldn't help but start to flex his cock rhythmically, his knot starting to balloon out. He'd never tell the bitch, but this was also his first time.  He was just a fifth grader like her, after all.  ``Oh fuck, yes,'' he whined, reaching down to rub her fat spade, reveling in the lewd way her puffy flesh wrapped around his gyrating cock.  He tightened his grip around her distended mound until it squished out between his fingers, forcing the feral's dirty little clit to squeeze against his shaft as he abused her like an oversized fleshlight, as if he was casually jacking off with her body.  He gritted his teeth and started pounding himself against her spade, reaming himself into its stretchy grip, again and again, violently.  His grip was so tight her clit sawed mercilessly against the turgid length of his shaft, overwhelming the little cattle dog.

Bailey was lost in a wave of sensations, the pain of her too-tight pussy stretched to its limits around the large boy's dingo dick, the rough, raw rasping of his knot against her clit, the scent of a powerful male blanketing her and the desk, drawing her mind deeper into its instincts.  She was panting fast, her eyes losing focus - Mason was just a blur of yellow.  The only thing she could see was the base of his cock widening and widening, wedging inside of her only to pop back out.  He knew very well that she was in heat, but he hadn't even considered a condom.  If he knotted her, there'd be nothing to stop him from dumping his load right in her little, blue belly, right where the ten-year-old girl didn't need it.

Soon, the occasional wet sucking sound was accompanied by wet squirts of watery cum as he rocked the girl back and forth on Mr. Hethrow's desk, her ass now squeaking back and forth in a growing puddle of cummy filth.  ``Smell that?'' he whispered, baring his teeth. His knot was really stretching her now, her tiny little paws splayed wide, hips straining against the seemingly impossible girth.  He released her neck just long enough to smear his paw in the filth of their breeding, a sticky wet smear of cum from their adjacent taints transferred up to her muzzle, then her face.

``Wha -'' she gasped, before he interrupted her.

He took wicked pleasure in making her gurgle in protest, smearing his palm against her wet, cold nose before circling his thumb and forefinger around her muzzle to silence her before she could protest.  ``Shut up, Bailey.''  Her sensitive nose was filled with nothing but the scent of her own fertile heat and his cum, highlighting the sensation of pleasure and pain as he started to knot her.

``M-M-MASON!'' She tried to yelp, but he was already muzzling her again with a desperate grasp.  He was knotfucking her now, using his grip on her spade and muzzle like a lever to desperately slam his growing knot into her, again and again, the boy lost in a feral frenzy as he took all his virginal frustration out on the tiny dog.  She wasn't meant for this!  The bulge of his fat cock was throbbing visibly through her skin, and she swore she could feel his early emissions.  He might not have had as detailed a sex ed class as she did, but he ought to know just how dangerous this was - but he didn't care.

SLAP SLAP SLAP ... ``YELP!''



``SHUT UP, BAILEY!'' Mason snarled for a third time.  The dingo reached a paw up to slap the bitch across the face, but right at that moment his knot finally caught in her engorged spade.  The next jerk of his hips dragged her ass back to the edge of the table, his paw smacking the table wetly where her face would have been just seconds earlier.  The loud, high-pitched yelp echoed through the lab, and his ears flattened, but he could only stare down in shock at the sight of her, her little pink spade absolutely trembling, ready to burst.  Bailey is tied, she's tied to me, just like one of those bitches on the end of Doobie's cock.  And it feels amazing. ``Oh... Oh f-f-fffffff... f-fuuuck...''

Mason tried to stand up straight, but the raw feeling of her struggling on the length of his dick was too much.  He barely managed to keep a half-grip on her muzzle, keeping the bitch at least halfway silent but otherwise just letting her... WIGGLE... the adolescent's eyes half-closing as her spade clenched down around the base of his knot in a way that made his toes curl and cock throb.  He only wanted to thrust forward right then, again and again, with no backstroke, squishing the little dog into the table right before he finally erupted inside her.  She wasn't a real girl, but she was a perfect training cunt, just like the wheels he'd used to learn to ride a bike.

``Mmmrph, nnn-grllilla!'' she whined, eyes locked open in shock, her entire body quivering just like the young boy wanted, clenching down because of his sheer size.  She shuddered in pain and pleasure, wrapped around him like a vise grip as she inadvertently worked his cock, drawing him closer and closer to the fateful moment, and there was literally nothing she could do.  Her helplessness hit her like a white-hot bolt in the belly, but it only made Mason growl, confident in his total control of the situation.  She yelped as loudly as she could, praying someone - anyone - would hear her and put a stop to this before it was too late.  But that time had already passed, and her rump knew it, bucking up against him and riding his knot in sharp circles, each rub of her clit making her attempts to scream for help turn into deep, lustful moans.  When Mason pushed his damp thumb into her muzzle, she latched on and suckled him, letting the flavor of their shared juices dance on her tongue, her eight little nipples erect and quivering in the cool air.  Her eyes rolled back in her head, and finally, finally, her tail started to wag.

The feeling of his orgasm was simply indescribable, a raw sensation that doesn't even come close to matching any time he's masturbated before.  Jerking, throbbing, squirting, his cock convulsed with the strongest orgasm he'd ever had in his entire life - and a volume to match!  He filled the bitch, letting go of her muzzle now that her body had finally started to respond properly to her breeding.



``B-betcha feel... every squirt, eh?  I - pant - I can feel your cookie nibbling at my dick.  Y-yeah.  You were hungry for this...''  He was barely able to talk, eyes half-glazed over as he stared down at her broken little body.  Even as the first powerful throbs of his orgasm start to ebb he still found it hard to stand, her thrashing thrusts an added challenge.  He started petting her ears then with that messy paw, scratching her behind the ears like a good dog, cock still throbbing alarmingly inside her, making her belly swell.

She closed her eyes, sucking his thumb like she was a puppy at her mom's teats again, each burning injection of Mason's underage cum splattering through her cervix into her burbling, bloated womb.  With his knot so firmly lodged, there was no doubt where every drop was headed, and she watched her mottled belly bulge as he serviced her, the little bitch stretching her legs as wide as they could go and clenching as hard as she could to milk him of every drop.  She wished she could deny that her instincts had thoroughly taken over, but as much as she hated Mason for what he'd done, she was moaning for more.

Suddenly, a knock.

``Mason?''

Fuck.

The dingo froze, a chill running down his spine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

He spared a terrified glance over his shoulder, hiding as much as he could.

``Y... yeah, Mr. Hethrow?''

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