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The only thing that saved her from taking the big dog's load straight into her fertile womb was quick thinking on her part, as she managed to offer the animal her tailhole instead. Not even her husband had had the privilege of that.\n\nCarl hadn't even been sympathetic to her plight. He just tossed her out of the security wing with a change of clothes and a fresh diaper to replace the one he'd ripped off her. Neither of which he'd bothered to put on. She was standing completely naked in the airport concourse, which was technically legal for four-leggers. But the Poodle's hind end was completely shaved for her modeling career. There was no fur to cover her up, or her huge, heat-swollen spade. Even her tail was shaved except for the tuft at the end, leaving nothing to the imagination as she walked back toward the security checkpoint to try to find her husband. She looked every bit like one of those Poodle prostitutes you saw on police shows, showing off everything in order to turn a few tricks.\n\nA wolf-whistle rang out, and she flattened her ears. People were starting to notice. She tucked her tail, her face burning, hoping that Carl had wiped her down enough to hide her stained tailhole and pussy. She didn't look at the fox that was leering at her, or the Dalmatian, or the mother who covered her son's eyes. She just had to get back to Gerald and Benji and get dressed - and pretend this never happened.\n\nAt least her degradation had earned her one boon from Carl. He'd promised not to take out his anger with Mona on Isabelle, and only to do what was needed during her daughter's strip search. She breathed a sigh of relief.\n\n``Hey, baby, want to join the mile-high club?'' a passerby joked.\n\nWe're on the ground... she thought, though she dare not antagonize another Anthro. She drew four-legger eyes as well, passing a Great Dane who stopped to side-eye her rump as she walked away. He was sniffing - could he smell just her heat, or also the stink of German Shepherd on her rump? This was truly the worst day of the pampered Poodle's life.\n\nShe felt like curling up into a puddle when she finally reached the security terminal, but she didn't find her husband - only her adopted son, Benji. The Doberman mutt had two hands, which was just what the humiliated mother needed. And she was grateful that her husband wouldn't have to see her prancing around the airport showing off her assets to every passerby. He wouldn't rest until he'd ruined Carl's life, and that meant lawsuits, and that was the last thing that Mona wanted.\n\nBecause the guard had blackmail. She'd relish watching that damned husky's face as he walked to jail, but she couldn't do a thing. The interrogation room had been videotaped, and it showed everything clear as day, both times she was raped, and both times she'd cum. Gerald would see his perfect wife moaning not only for the arrogant guard, but for his dog, climaxing like a horny bitch for an animal. She could never look her husband in the eyes again!\n\n``Mom!?'' Benji gasped, when she finally caught his eye. The fifteen-year-old boy was stunned to see his adoptive mother naked, not because it was new to him - indeed, Benji dressed his mother every day, including that morning. But the realization that she'd been walking around wearing only a bow-tie in her hair made his jaw drop. ``W-what happened?''\n\n``Don't ask,'' was all she said, gritting her teeth. ``Where's your father?''\n\nBenji stood up, looking around at all the eyes his mother was still drawing. ``Oh, uh...he's at our gate - we missed our flight. And I think he's also on the phone with the lawyers?''\n\nMona rolled her eyes. She'd have a hell of time convincing her husband to drop it, but worse if she couldn't cover up the smell of German Shepherd. ``Come on, Benji, I need your help.''\n\nIt was obvious what she wanted, and she scanned around for a family bathroom. ``There,'' she said, antsy as she led her son there. Generally these single-room bathrooms were for parents to diaper their children, and not the other way around! Benji walked close behind his mother, trying to block the view from nearby oglers.\n\nThe door to the bathroom wasn't made for four-leggers, so Benji had to turn the handle and let his mother in, and he followed quickly behind. When the door finally closed, Mona's resolve faltered, and she collapsed on the floor, her body revolting against her. All the stress and fear and show she'd put on for everyone in the airport flooded her all at once and she closed her eyes, panting.\n\nBenji didn't know what to do. ``M-mom?'' he asked, taking the clothes and diaper off her back. ``What happened?'' he asked again. As far as the young man could tell, his mother had been a real bitch to some security guy, she'd gotten interrogated, and ended up leaving the man with no clothes on. Anything could have happened in the interim. He'd been inwardly pleased to watch his distant mother get what was coming to her for her high-and-mighty attitude, but now he was actually feeling sorry for his mother.\n\n``I told you not to ask, boy!'' she said, curling her lip. ``Just dress me and we can forget this ever happened.''\n\nBenji was taken aback. ``But -''\n\n``And don't tell your father about any of this, either. You know how he worries...''\n\nBenji lowered his gaze. Why didn't his mother want him to tell Dad? The black-furred patriarch of the family was the closest friend he had, as he couldn't really relate to the pampered Poodles. He would have thought that his mom would want to tell him the outrages she'd endured at the security search. What really happened? What was she hiding?\n\nWell, she wasn't telling, just nosing the oversized diaper toward Benji and lifting her rump for her adopted son. Benji grabbed the diaper like he had early this very morning, and reached for his mother's shaved, bare rump. But as he lifted the puffy, white cloth toward his mother, he paused.\n\nSniff.\n\nShe smelled different. Of course she was in heat - hence the diaper. But there was something else now. A musky scent he'd smelled before. A lot, when he was jacking off to their former driver, Angela. The fifteen-year-old could also smell another male on her - probably the security guard, and...another male, too? But that wasn't what bothered the boy the most. The smell was distinctly semen, and he didn't know any kind of interrogation that would involve that.\n\n``Benji?'' she asked, confused.\n\nLooking closer, he could see traces of white on her spade, which looked strangely plumper than this morning. And on her tailhole? Dropping the diaper, the Anthro reached up to grab his mom's hips and spread her pussy with his thumbs, and he gasped. Now, gaping open for him, he could see clear evidence of cum, a sticky column of white crossing from the top to the bottom of her quivering vulva.\n\n``Y-you fucked him!?'' he gasped.\n\nYelping at her son's intrusive fingers, Mona looked over her shoulder at her son. ``N-no, I...\n\nGears were turning in Benji's head. She went into the backroom with that security guard and came out naked, stinking of husky and dripping in his cum, and all she had to say to her son was not to tell his dad and to forget anything ever happened? She cheated on his dad! And she'd done it raw dog while in heat. ``You cheated on Dad,'' he accused. ``Admit it!''\n\nMona bit her lip. She ran through responses in her head. She could tell him the truth, but would he believe it, now, after accusing her of cheating? That she'd been raped twice? Would that even stop him from telling Gerald, or make it even more likely? If her husband found out anything suspicious was happening, he'd do everything in his power to sue the airport and that would mean seeing those video tapes! Denying anything had happened was out of the question, now that Benji had some liquid evidence. If she admitted cheating, he'd go running to Gerald right now.\n\nStammering, she tried for a lame middle ground, saying, ``That's not exactly how it happened...''\n\nBenji pounced. ``Oh, you slipped and fell on his cock, then?'' he growled. All the harsh language that had been building up inside the neglected boy and learned on the schoolyard came spilling out at once. ``You think Dad won't notice when your belly gets full of little huskies!?''\n\nShe whined, turning to face her son, sitting down. Neither Carl nor Boss had shot inside her - but she couldn't exactly explain that the cum her son was seeing had slid in there from where the German Shepherd had knotted her ass. ``I might not be -'' she started, and then switched to begging, ``Please, you can't tell him.''\n\n``That's rich,'' the boy snarled. ``You fucking cock-block me with Angela because you can't let me ever be happy, and then you go and play bury-the-bone with some hunky security guard! I'm telling Dad.''\n\nAngela? Mona cocked her head. Their former driver had always been too young, too pretty, and wore too short a skirt. But the mother had never been worried about her son. Angela had to be fired when she got knocked up by Gerald, and the old dog wouldn't pay her to keep it quiet. Mona still fought back tears listening to that Doberman bitch tell her everything about Gerald's late stays at the office, driving him out to a secluded car park and fucking his brains out in the back seat. She'd never even realized her son had a crush on the blackmailing bitch.\n\nShowing her teeth, Mona snapped, ``I didn't fire her because of you. I fired her because the slut had seduced Gerald! He cheated first!''\n\nBenji paused. He didn't know that. He pictured his Dad on top of the girl he'd been masturbating to, hammering away as she shuddered beneath him. It didn't seem fair! His parents were just out there fucking everything that moves and he was stuck a virgin with no car and no friends because of his cheapskate father and bitch of a mother.\n\nFilled with adrenaline, and nostrils inundated with his mother's heat, the young man grabbed the seated Poodle by the fluffy mane, picked her up, and slammed her onto her back, kneeling over her, face-to-face. She gasped for breath, the wind momentarily knocked out of her, giving Benji the time to say, ``Here's how it's going to go down, bitch. You want me to keep this quiet, you're going to have to do what I want.'' With one paw, her grabbed her engorged pussy with one hand, squeezing her soft, pliable flesh hard.\n\n``Benji!'' she yelped, trying to squirm away. He might not be as big or strong as the husky, but he was easily twice her size. He held her down with his other hand, pinning her in place as he played with her dirty cunt.\n\n``Got it?'' he asked.\n\nMona paused, but realized she had no choice. She needed him to keep this quiet from Gerald, and she doubted she could back out now even if she wanted to. The look on her son's eyes wasn't like anything she'd ever seen from the meek boy. She nodded and gulped, ``Got it.''\n\nBenji grinned, showing his teeth, the black-and-tan Doberman mix breathing deep. He felt alive for the first time, and for once he wasn't being berated by his demanding mother. Now she was under his thumb. He licked his lips staring down at her, trying to imagine she were Angela. After all, he wasn't really into four-leggers. Mona didn't have Angela's breasts or curvy ass. Her spade was the same, though, and Benji pushed three fingers into her throbbing pussy. He decided to start with where he'd always planned to start with Angela - with a kiss.\n\nMona blinked in surprise when her adopted son lowered his muzzle and closed his eyes, meeting her lips in a sloppy, forceful French kiss with his French Poodle mother. He opened her mouth with his tongue, pushing it in to curl around hers. He kissed her, moaning, his fingers still exploring her puffy pussy. She'd never kissed anyone like this other than her husband, and Gerald certainly couldn't play with her at the same time. She moaned, and suddenly found herself kissing back, her hips humping slightly. Damn her heat! For the third time today, she was getting turned on by being raped - this time by her own son!\n\n``You like this, don't you, you little slut?'' her son realized, breaking the kiss to watch her moan. ``You'd have done anything to get back at Dad for Angela...or should I say anyone? How long before you lifted that tail for Jenson?'' Jenson was their new driver, a seventy-year-old Scottish Deerhound.\n\n``N-no, I...aaah!'' she yipped, at another forceful prodding from his fingers, ``I don't! Please, just stop - you're my son!''\n\n``You've only ever treated me like the hired help, Mom. Well, I'm going to help you out, now.'' He pulled back slightly to kiss her chest and trace his tongue over her trembling nipples. They couldn't compete with Angela, but his heart still thumped as the bitch moaned beneath him. He pushed even deeper, her fat pussy spreading around his entire hand.\n\nMona stared down at the big, black Anthro slurping at her small teats, long recovered from her one pregnancy with Isabelle. She couldn't see what he was doing with those fingers, but she sure could feel it, her cunny squeezing and slurping around him. She'd never known how good they could feel, since her husband had none.\n\n``Uhhhhn! Nnnnngh. Aaaah!'' she moaned, long ears strewn behind her like her scattered replacement clothes on the bathroom floor.\n\nA knock at the door rang out, and a voice asking, ``Excuse me, is everything all right in there?''\n\nMona yipped, ``I'm fine - just...go away!'' Was she trying to get the airport staff to leave her alone because she wanted this? 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You'll love it...''\n\nBenji grinned at his mother. ``Listen to you, you empty-headed whore. Begging your son to muzzle-fuck you! But you'll have to beg harder than that if you want my tongue in that dirty pussy.''\n\nMona wrinkled her brow. This was even more humiliating than Carl - but perhaps not more so than Boss. She wondered how she would ever look Benji in the eye again, and if she could trust him to dress her anymore. But she was out of options. Whining, she gasped, ``I'll suck you off if you do. Please, Benji - I need it!''\n\nShe'd finally gotten through to the black-furred mutt. Benji pulled his paw free with a loud, wet, plop! Her fat, stained spade was left gaping open for the young man, quivering in the cool air of the dirty airport bathroom. She lay panting on her back, looking up as Benji tossed off his t-shirt and went to the button of his pants. She could only stare in awe as her adoptive son, about whom she'd rarely given a thought, lowered his pants and underwear, revealing his plump, Doberman sheath, bright red poking out and quivering for her. Why couldn't we have adopted a girl!?\n\nHe seemed much older now, growling down at her as he said, ``After you and Dad cockblocked me with Angela, I have a better idea.'' Stepping over his Poodle mom, he placed a heavy paw on her sternum.\n\n``Wait, what are you doing!?'' Mona gasped as the boy covered her, his girth spreading her small hind legs apart. But she could see what he was doing, right between their tight bodies, his glistening red tip descending slowly toward her bouncing vulva.\n\nBenji panted, ``I always thought Angela was too good to get with the son of her boss, but she was as much of a slut as you are. So I'll get what I wanted from you instead.''\n\n``Benji!'' Mona yelped. She hadn't even truly considered that he might ask for sex. Perhaps she couldn't admit to herself what was going to happen. ``You can't - I'm in heat!''\n\n``Bit late to worry about that, don't you think?'' he grinned. ``Pretty sure that big security guard's already done you up nice and proper.''\n\nAs his body pressed close to her, pinning her beneath him, she couldn't see his cock anymore. But she could feel it, his bony tip tickling her sensitive spade. This was bad. This was worse than the boy telling on her! She probably wasn't pregnant by the small amounts of precum the German Shepherd had squeezed into her, but if she didn't stop Benji, he was going to get a straight shot at her undefended womb! Pretty hard to pretend this all never happened if she got mutts from it!\n\nBenji just assumed she was already serviced beyond the point of no return. Gasping, Mona stammered, ``N-no, you don't understand. They didn't -''\n\n``They!?'' Benji interrupted. ``You fucked the husky and some other guys!?''\n\nMona bit her lip, wincing as her son prodded her, staring up into his gloating face. He thought she'd just up and offered herself to the whole TSA! She whimpered, ``Just Boss...'' Eyes widening, she remembered that Carl had said the dog's name in Benji's presence, and she clapped both her front paws to her mouth.\n\n``T-the dog!?'' he gasped. ``If Dad knew - he'd dump you so fast your head would spin!''\n\nMona nodded slowly, meeting Benji's incredulous, disgusted look. The idea that she might see that same look from her husband chilled the Poodle to the core. She hadn't meant to fuck either of them, but if Benji didn't believe her, why would Gerald? She even doubted herself, remembering the way she begged and moaned for them both, and the video evidence wouldn't help her side of the story very much.\n\nBenji could hardly believe his so-called mother. The stuck-up bitch had treated him like shit all his life, but all he'd done was be a good little hand-servant, hoping for any affection to rub off on him. Meanwhile, she'd cheated on his father with a mindless animal! No more. He wouldn't be her servant any longer - at least not when they were alone. ``Well, Mom - things are gonna change between you and me.''\n\nMona shivered at the look in her son's eyes, as the powerful Anthro lay on top of her, her legs splayed around his black-furred hips. ``W-what...?''\n\nBenji growled. ``You don't want Dad to find out, and I'll help you with that, but you're gonna give me what I want. And I don't mean just now - I mean all the time. You're getting me a car, you're letting me throw parties at our place, you're gonna let me date. All the stuff the other guys at school get and more. And if Dad says no, you'll just have to convince him, or he's going to find out all the juicy details.''\n\n``Benji...'' she whimpered, but she didn't talk back.\n\n``And you're gonna be my Angela,'' he continued. ``Starting now.'' He grinned, his sharp teeth showing as he pushed his hips ever-so-slightly forward, his tip pushing her Poodle pussy apart.\n\n``N-not there,'' Mona begged. ``I told you - I'm not pregnant!''\n\n``You will be soon,'' he said, matter-of-factly. ``Because you're gonna have to earn your clothes every morning. At least your descenting pads will cover up what you're hiding up your cunt every day. And if my full load doesn't get you today, it will tomorrow or the next day.''\n\n``Y-you can't! It's not like I can hide a litter!''\n\nBenji shrugged. ``Not my problem. You'll just have to convince him that it's his. At least we both have black fur.''\n\nMona shook her head. ``Please - you don't have to do this. I'm sorry, Benji, I really am! I've never treated you like I was your mother, and I took all your help for granted. I promise I'll change! But you...can't...do...this!''\n\nLeaning forward, the Doberman mutt whispered in his mother's ear. ``Try and stop me.''\n\nHe was done talking to his mother. He had more urgent matters to attend to. With that, he pushed forward into that pedigree pussy, realizing for the first time that his mom was actually pretty hot. For a feral. His glistening cock shoved between her outstretched legs, and she could only whine and squeeze down around him, her slick spade leaving a nice, wet sheen on his erection. He'd always wondered what it would feel like, and now he knew, the warm, wet tunnel gripping him far tighter than his paw ever had.\n\n``Benji!'' she whined, and he could tell she wasn't calling his name out of joy - yet - by the look of terror on her face. Her lip was curled up in disgust, tears in her eyes, but after all that she'd done to him and to Gerald, her loathing only made him harder. The fifteen-year-old held Mona down and became a man, finally getting his dick wet! He gripped the small Poodle around the chest, shuddering as he drew himself out of her clenching cunny, only to squish back into her, his bare cock throbbing inside. ``Please!'' she whimpered.\n\nBut Benji had a nose-to-nose view of his horrified mother as her expression morphed. Her snarl parted, her lip began to uncurl. The growl in her throat raised in pitch as she started to pant. Her paws, once pressed against his chest as if she could dislodge her horny, teenaged son, were instead tucked up against her chest. But most important, Benji felt her pumping her hips weakly up against him, her mound a mating match to his virgin cock.\n\n``You're such a slut, Mom,'' he grinned, pulling back teasingly far only for Mona to push her hips up to meet him.\n\n``N-no... she protested, though the tears streaking her fur were already drying.\n\n``I don't know - three cocks in your fat pussy in less than an hour is pretty slutty!''\n\nMona didn't want to explain the finer points - Carl had only used his fingers, and the dog had at least finished in her tailhole. ``But I didn't want them!'' she whined instead.\n\n``Like you don't want this?'' he asked, taking great resolve to pull himself almost completely out of her flexing spade, just his tip squeezed inside her vulva. Almost like her pussy had a mind of its own, her spade bounced up and down, stretching up to pull more of her son inside. But when she literally bucked her hips upward and slid her throbbing cunny up his shaft. Benji laughed, and said, ``Don't worry, I know like any good whore you expect something in return. And I know just what to give you!''\n\nMona whined as he slammed back into her, grinding her hips against the dirty bathroom floor. Mona thought briefly that Gerald would always say the same thing when he caught Benji swearing: ``You kiss your mother with that mouth?'' Well, so he did, because Benji started banging her harder, knot-deep inside his adoptive mother, leaning down to ram his tongue down her throat. Mona coughed and gagged and humped her hips, her muffled whines drowned out by the loud, wet splorch of his cock squishing in and out of her. He was young, but because of his height, he was bigger than Gerald, and Mona clenched her eyes shut as she barely managed to take his full, hard cock, his knot swelling inside her puffy lips and his tip grinding against her unprotected cervix. Any hope that he would lick her clean of Boss's dog seed was long gone, as he literally pushed the German Shepherd's fertile seed deeper, smooshing the risky fluid up against her womb.\n\nThey were doing it! He was mating his own mother, in all the meanings of that word. Benji's heart pounded with the realization that he was about to tie the knot with the cold, distant bitch, about to dump his nuts into her puppy oven, and there was literally nothing she could do to stop him. Not now, certainly, and not later, if she wanted him to keep his mouth shut. He'd only have more blackmail after this, he realized, and she'd be his slave whether she wanted to or not. She didn't want Gerald to divorce her, she didn't want to go back to her family in France as a notorious dog slut, disgracing her family. And with a shift of his paw to his pants, he pulled out his phone to ensure that was the only option she had. Glancing at his phone, he propped it up against the wall and pressed ``record''. If his puppies didn't take, he'd still have blackmail, considering how Mona was bucking her hips and squealing in his arms.\n\nShe wanted to complain, to protest, to beg him to stop, but with his tongue stuffed down her throat, all she could concentrate on was his powerful thrusts, pushing her into the floor. Her hind feet quivered in the air on either side of her son's hips, her tail starting to wag of its own accord. Not again! she whimpered, her heat-primed body betraying her. If she had known about the camera phone, she might have held back, but Mona gave up and gave in, like she had for Carl and Boss before Benji. Clenching her eyes shut, she kissed back, sloppy, wet saliva sealing her lips with his. She could hardly believe how deep he filled her, her swollen cunt outstretched around his growing knot. He was going to tie her, breed her, in a dirty airport bathroom while her husband was off somewhere yelling at his lawyer and God knows what happened to Isabelle.\n\nBenji could feel from the way she slammed her hips up and down that he'd won, so he pulled back with his tongue, breaking free of their intense kiss. She looked dazed beneath him, her quivering loins getting closer and closer to cumming for him. Benji grinned and said, ``You're done cock-blocking me, Mom. You and me are gonna make up for lost time, bitch.''\n\n``Nnnngh!'' she groaned, the tears in her eyes now from the effort required to resist clenching down and milking her son for all he was worth. It wouldn't be long now, her fat spade stretched into a lewd bulge between her legs, his tight, wet seal complete. His twitching tip was buried right up against her cervix just waiting to explode with life-giving seed, and he only seemed more turned on by the idea that he might become a father to his own siblings-in-law. ``Benji...'' she panted, breathless. ``I'm...'' she added, taking another deep breath.\n\n``I'm cumming!'' she wailed, her hips suddenly a blur. She humped so hard she dragged her knotted son across the floor with a loud squeak, her pussy lips squeezing firmly around the very base of his cock to ensure a full-pussy massage around that bright, red beast that shouldn't be there. Whether or not it should, Benji growled, drool spilling out of his open mouth to splatter her poor face and mane. He grabbed his mom by the ribs, fondling her teats and hammered forward, holding himself still and deep as his balls let loose, splattering her womb again and again. His balls worked overtime, and Mona idly hoped her son would claim all her eggs, and not Boss.\n\nTheir loins strained and shuddered against each other, a one-way flow that left the Poodle's belly bulging, normally so slender, now bloating with his cum. ``Say it!'' Benji yelped, going all the way for the very first time. ``Say you're my bitch, or I'll tell Dad!''\n\nThere was no hesitation in the throes of her breeding bliss. She just dropped her jaw and howled, ``I'm yours, Benji! Fuck me!''\n\n``Tomorrow and the next day?'' he asked, biting his lip as he dumped his nuts.\n\n``Fuck me and fuck me...'' she groaned in reply, her tail thumping the tile floor.\n\n``God, you're such a dirty slut!'' Benji gasped, his own tail held out straight as he gave her the last of his load.\n\n``I'm your slut now, son...'' she gasped, bucking her hips harder just to feel the warm, sticky suction of her fat cunny against his heavenly knot, where it thrummed neatly against her clit, giving the old girl no respite from the waves of pleasure coursing through her small mind.\n\nBenji gave in first, this being a new thing for him. His muzzle opened and closed, tongue dangling as he panted and drooled on his adoptive mother. Mona, though, was still cumming around him, his cock becoming uncomfortable as she humped him well past his orgasm. Benji smiled at all the good footage he was getting of his bitch mother begging for it, her face in pure orgasmic bliss as she got a bloated belly from her son.\n\n``Wow, we're really stuck,'' he groaned, looking down at her bulging spade wrapped like a glove around his huge knot. Mona only whimpered at the obvious inexperience of the boy who'd just ravished her.\n\nBut when she finally regained her breath and her senses, she pointed a paw at her son and said, ``You try anything with Isabelle and I will kill you.''\n\nBenji blinked, surprised at his mother's tone. But even more so at the suggestion. ``Ew - Isabelle!? No worries there, Mom.'' Though now that she mentioned it, his instinctive repulsion for his younger `sister' faded. Sure the thirteen-year-old was annoying and stuck-up and feral, but so was his mom and he'd had no trouble fucking her. But why risk it? If Mona found out, he didn't think any amount of humiliation would prevent her from blowing his deal. ``As long as you're lifting your tail, I'll have my fill of Poodle pussy.''\n\nMona nodded grimly. ``Now get me cleaned up and dressed so we can find your father and sister.''\n\nBenji tsked and said, ``You haven't earned your clothes yet.'' With a grunt, he tugged off his mother's straining cunt, popping free with a loud squelch!\n\nMona said, ``What!? We just had sex.''\n\nBenji just smiled cruelly and flipped her around onto all fours, grabbing her by the tail and yanking her up. ``Yeah, but that was to get me to keep my mouth shut. Not to earn your diaper.''\n\nWhimpering, Mona realized the horny teenager was probably pretty backed up - his cock was already hard again. With a sigh, she spread her hind legs and lifted her tail.\n\nI just hope Isabelle got through it okay... she thought, as Benji yanked her backwards onto his cock.\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe grey-furred middle-schooler panted on her back, her hind legs spread for Carl, whining softly after her request for the big husky to fuck her again.\n\n``I'm fresh out of condoms, girl.''\n\n``Isabelle,'' she suggested meekly to the security guard who had just held the thirteen-year-old feral down and raped her to her first orgasm. Her heat-swollen spade trembled, open and waiting for the full-grown Anthro husky, gaping but still pristine thanks to his last condom. His forcefulness and disregard for the young Poodle only turned her on more - but despite her young, budding lust, she wasn't ready to take his pups.\n\n``I don't give a shit about your name. And you're gonna get me off again, condom or no condom. This time you're gonna have to do a little work of your own if you want to avoid a cuntful of cum.'' Carl held his breath as he walked around the tall metal table the girl was lying on, until he was standing just above her head, Isabelle looking upside-down at him. Or rather, staring face first at his bare, glistening, red dog cock. ``Ever sucked off a guy?''\n\nThe four-legger shook her head, eyes locked on the huge cock that had just been half-buried inside her once-virgin pussy. How had he ever fit? Thank God he hadn't knotted her!\n\n``Hope you're a fast learner, then,'' Carl growled, ears perked up as he toyed with the impressionable teenager. ``Or I just might have to take another shot at that tight little fortune cookie.''\n\nIsabelle shivered. With no condom, she could pretty much guess what the future would hold if he did that. She had to blow him, or he was gonna knock her up. Gulping, she turned her head and extended her tongue around the security guard's cock. He was easily twice her age, twice her mass, and he had hands. She was like putty in his hands, and she did as she was told.\n\n``Good girl...'' Carl groaned as the girl's tongue slurped at her first cock, his heavy balls quivering up against her forehead. She was a pretty little bitch, her nubby teats just barely visible through her short, trimmed, grey belly fur. He found himself drooling as he stared down her lithe body, her heat engulfing his senses and lowering his inhibitions. But on her back, there was only so much the little girl could do with her tongue.\n\n``Hey!'' the once-entitled Poodle yelped as he descended over her small body, his paws gripping her around her thighs and lifting her up in the air until she was dangled vertically upside down, blinking in surprise as his tapered tip brushed up against one of her eyes. He sniffed hard, his nose pressed right up against her vulva, her hind legs hooked over his shoulders.\n\n``Open up,'' was all the warning he gave as he lowered her muzzle down onto his cock. Isabelle took a frantic breath before her mouth split wide around his erection. He quickly filled her muzzle, her eyes wide as she was manhandled. Between his roughness, the blood rushing to her brain, and the scent of his musky balls just inches from her nose, Isabelle's eyes rolled back in her head, overwhelmed.\n\n``Come on, bitch, don't lick - suck.''\n\nWhining, she closed her lips around Carl's dick, wrapping her tongue around the slick organ as she slurped hard, rewarded by a satisfied groan from the officer.\n\nHe couldn't help but wish she were flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, kissing the young bitch while he pumped up into her fertile pussy, but her mouth was almost as good on his cock, and the meal laid out in front of him was much sweeter than any french kiss. Her y-shaped folds trembled just inches from his tongue, and leaning forward, he cupped her spade with his wide tongue, making the pup shiver and moan.\n\nThe eighth-grader rocked her hips and wagged her tail in front of Carl's eyes, suckling as best she could while the strong husky slid her muzzle up and down his humping cock. He was so much stronger than she was! ``Mrrrnnnngl!'' she whined through her stuffed muzzle as Carl took his first full lick of her fertile cunny. In her head she was just a thirteen-year-old girl, but her rump was fully ripe and mature. His slippery tongue delved inside her throbbing pussy so that she yawned open into a lewd, wet `o', but Carl wanted to run his tongue across every inch of that tender tunnel, licking to the left and then the right, stretching her spade into the shape of a quotation mark.\n\nBut this standing sixty-nine could only go so far for the husky as Isabelle fell behind in her duties - too busy squealing about his tongue to really use her own. Her mouth was wet and pleasant enough to slam up into until she coughed, but without the gentle suckling of an obedient bitch, he wasn't about to get off to this. He was about to give up and fuck the Poodle full of half-husky mutts when he opened his eyes and saw the base of her shaved, wagging tail. Pulling his tongue out with a splop, he said, ``You're gonna have to get better with that tongue, judging by how much a slut like you is gonna need it. But there is one more thing we can do without a condom...''\n\nThe first thought the naive girl had was kissing, but Carl walked her, still dangling down the front of his chest, to the metal exam table, reaching down with one hand to pick up the lube he'd used to ease her first time. Well, there was another first, he thought, popping the lid with one hand and squeezing the cold goo directly onto Isabelle's tailhole. That sensation was enough to give the thirteen-year-old the idea, her eyes going wide. ``Y-you wouldn't...!''\n\n``What about what I've done to you makes you think I wouldn't?'' Carl growled, dropping the tube and using that same hand to smear the lubricant around the surface of her pucker. She gritted her teeth, but nothing could have prepared her for the cool, surprisingly pleasant feeling of his finger slipping inside her untried sphincter, slopping the vital fluid to every corner of her teenage tailhole.\n\nThe Poodle whined, her face full of Carl's throbbing cock, which only seemed to have grown bigger as he prepared to take her third and final hole. ``I'll suck harder, I promise!'' she stammered.\n\n``Too late,'' he said simply, hooking his finger to get the deepest reaches. She wasn't all too deep...\n\n``J-j-just fuck my vagina again - I'll risk the puppies!''\n\nSatisfied that she was as wet down there as she was going to get, Carl reached down with his jelly-scented paw to grab the Poodle by her extensive ruff, unhooking her legs from his shoulders and holding her out almost to arm's length. She trembled, dangling in his grip, meeting his gaze with her hind legs tucked in and her tail curled hopelessly between them, ears flat and eyes wide. ``You'll thank me when I'm done with you,'' he said, pulling her to him in a tight embrace, his broad chest against her belly, his nose to hers. With one arm supporting her weight, he watched with a grin at her terrified face as his other hand slid down and deliberately moved her tail to the side, lifting her rump just enough to spread her legs around his waist and lower her slick ass to his twitching tip.\n\n``Carl...please...no!''\n\nWhen had he taken no for an answer? Licking her chin, the husky let the bitch drop down, simultaneously pushing up with his tip and spearing her virgin anus open. She was tight, so he had to go slow, despite the copious lube. Inch by inch he spread her apart to the music of her terrified whimpers, though, he noted, no sounds of pain. In fact, when he bucked up the last inch until she was sitting on his knot, she cocked her head. ``That's it,'' he confirmed.\n\nIsabelle tried to glance over her shoulder to see, but she couldn't get a glimpse. ``It's all in?'' she panted, wiggling her hips as if to test it. His thick rod held her firmly in place, but it barely hurt at all other than a dull ache!\n\n``Well, except the knot, but I'm not trying to kill you.''\n\nThe prissy pup relaxed visibly, and licked his chin. She couldn't exactly say that it felt good, but her nightmare hadn't come true. ``I'm never going to forget you, Carl. My first...well, everything!'' she said, experimentally bucking her hips.\n\n``Except kiss,'' Carl suggested.\n\n``There's still time,'' she panted.\n\nWhat a real novice! She'd never even been kissed before he pinned her head with the snare pole and mounted her while she wasn't even aware what was happening. Lowering his muzzle to hers, she parted her lips, and Carl gave her that, too, his tongue wrapping up with hers inside her mouth. Her gentle moans vibrated through his head as he picked her bottom up with one hand and started to hump that tight ass.\n\nReaching up with both paws around his shoulders, Isabelle pushed back, kissing him hard, her own hips bucking up and down. He was so huge and hard, but the lubrication kept his thrusts nice and smooth. She rode him up and down with loud, wet squelches, turned on enough by their french kiss that the lack of stimulation down there didn't matter. His face was now burned into her memory, her knight in shining armor that had ended her decade of celibacy by using her in every way. ``Oh, Carl!'' she gasped between licks.\n\nCarl wasn't going to forget this easy, underage bitch either, or her mother getting pumped hard in the ass by his dog, Boss, but though the memories were gonna be fond, he was mostly happy to get such a fine lay from the stupid, air-headed puppy. She might be a full-sized Poodle, but she was his toy to play with and discard, with no strings attached. He grinned as he kissed her, grunting softly as he jammed his fat cock in her tight tailhole, the pressure like heaven around him.\n\nHe couldn't help but notice a warm, wet puddle forming against his belly. Looking down, he saw her fat spade gushing against him. She was so horny for him, but he was barely giving her anything to work with. Like an old softy, the security guard lifted the Poodle up by the armpits and spun her around, his muzzle resting on the back of her head.\n\n``Carl?'' she whimpered, missing his tongue.\n\nLowering her again, he slammed back into her gaping butthole, getting a nice, satisfying yelp from the teenager, one arm wrapped around her chest as the other slipped down to cup her quivering mound. ``Nnnnnghhh!'' she moaned, as she figured out why the change. He'd fingered her once before, but she'd been under the impression he was just giving her a cavity search. Now, he curled his dexterous fingers up and into her wet pussy, lifting her by the cunt only to relax his hand and land her ass firmly on his thrusting cock.\n\nThe young bitch in her sexual prime gasped as the firm ass-pounding joined with the delicious fingering she was getting just around the corner, her body dissolving into a series of frantic thrusts. ``Carl! Carl!'' she moaned, until she felt him lick the side of her face. Whining, she turned her face and arched her neck, meeting his muzzle in a fierce, sideways kiss.\n\nCarl felt his knees go weak, trembling as he resisted the urge to collapse with the tight bitch. Instead, he rammed himself up into her ass, grinding his bare knot against her sphincter. He couldn't knot her there, letting her bulging anus rest on his twin glands as he whimpered and yipped, finally unable to keep from painting her rump in a large, heady spurt of husky semen. In his quivering throes of ecstasy, his four fingers curled up and firm in her bulging cunny, making the middle-schooler squeal and kick out her hind legs, tail splayed as she began to grunt and hump and whine above that thick cock, clenching hard around those expert digits.\n\nThey broke their kiss to moan and pant, until Carl lost his footing and fell forward, plopping the Poodle's upper half onto the examination table in front of him. He humped up again, keeping himself firmly lodged in her ass as he rode out his long orgasm, his overused balls sore but aching in the best way. Isabelle could only cling to the metal beneath her, her head tossed back and wailing.\n\n``Damn, girl,'' Carl said, finally, as he pulled back and left her half-perched on the table. He slowly tugged his cock from her tight, quivering tailhole, slick cum spilling out of her onto the floor - most of the fresh creampie missing her gaping, pink vulva. She was probably safe on that front, the security guard hoped. He looked down at the panting, shuddering bitch still coming down from her second climax, and grinned, holding up her tail to examine his gushing cum. ``I've found some illicit cargo - evidence of impure activity. But you're in luck - I'm going to let you off with a warning, this time, passenger.''\n\n* * * * *\n\nGerald Mercier paused his angry phone call with his lawyer as his daughter finally returned from her illegal detainment. Her well-groomed fur was a mess, ruffled and unkempt in every direction. He was too distracted to notice that her subtle, grey diaper had been replaced by a bright, white one, hiding beneath her clothes, nor did he realize what was hiding just beneath that cloth.\n\n``Where's your mother?'' he asked.\n\nThey returned to the main concourse together, to find Benji whispering into Mona's ears as they waited just beyond the security gate. Mona's floppy Poodle ears were flat, and Gerald could see why - the four-legged mother's clothes were oversized, temporary, and ugly - not only had she clearly been stripped, her fancy clothes were destroyed, or perhaps seized. ``He won't get away with this,'' the frustrated feral growled. Already he'd drafted a cease and desist letter on behalf of the two ladies. ``When we get to our vacation home, you can both tell Gregoire, Esq. exactly what happened, and we'll crucify that damned husky.''\n\nGerald was surprised by their report. According to both ladies, the security guard had been the perfect gentleman. Isabelle only reported a simple pat-down, and Mona described how the man had accidentally ripped her clothes as he removed them, doing a quick visual scan. There was still a case to be made against him for overreach, but Mona in particular was quite adamant that it wasn't worth following up on. He grumbled, but at least he was grateful that his wife and daughter had been treated with some modicum of dignity and respect.\n\nThat night, in their vacation home, as Gerard was about to fall asleep, his dutiful wife said, ``You know - I think Benji needs a car. Other kids his age have one.'' Strange - she'd always been fairly standoffish with their adopted son.\n\nBut that wasn't her most surprising request. Right on the heels of that request she took a deep breath and said, ``And I think we didn't give Angela a fair chance. I want her reinstated as our driver.''\n\n``Okay, dear. But honestly,'' he exclaimed. ``I don't know what's gotten into you!''\n\nMona sighed. And if she had her way, he never would.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Mona shivered in the airport concourse.  She'd made it through the security gate, but not in an uneventful way.  Carl, the security guard, had done a full cavity search on the four-legged Poodle, but it was unlike any cavity search she'd ever heard of.  He'd literally hog-tied her and then fingered her until she came, humiliating the upper class mother of her small family.  She knew he was punishing her for daring to dispute his toxic treatment of her and her daughter, Isabelle.  There was a pit in her stomach from being raped by the Anthro husky's skilled fingers.

But that wasn't close to the worst part.  He'd left her tied on the floor, not realizing that his feral dog, Boss, was close enough.  While Carl was in the other room, Boss pulled the Poodle over and mounted her!  Whatever the guard was doing, it took too long, and the German Shepherd had his way with her, right there in the interrogation room!  The only thing that saved her from taking the big dog's load straight into her fertile womb was quick thinking on her part, as she managed to offer the animal her tailhole instead.  Not even her husband had had the privilege of that.

Carl hadn't even been sympathetic to her plight.  He just tossed her out of the security wing with a change of clothes and a fresh diaper to replace the one he'd ripped off her.  Neither of which he'd bothered to put on.  She was standing completely naked in the airport concourse, which was technically legal for four-leggers.  But the Poodle's hind end was completely shaved for her modeling career.  There was no fur to cover her up, or her huge, heat-swollen spade.  Even her tail was shaved except for the tuft at the end, leaving nothing to the imagination as she walked back toward the security checkpoint to try to find her husband.  She looked every bit like one of those Poodle prostitutes you saw on police shows, showing off everything in order to turn a few tricks.

A wolf-whistle rang out, and she flattened her ears.  People were starting to notice.  She tucked her tail, her face burning, hoping that Carl had wiped her down enough to hide her stained tailhole and pussy.  She didn't look at the fox that was leering at her, or the Dalmatian, or the mother who covered her son's eyes.  She just had to get back to Gerald and Benji and get dressed - and pretend this never happened.

At least her degradation had earned her one boon from Carl.  He'd promised not to take out his anger with Mona on Isabelle, and only to do what was needed during her daughter's strip search.  She breathed a sigh of relief.

``Hey, baby, want to join the mile-high club?'' a passerby joked.

We're on the ground... she thought, though she dare not antagonize another Anthro.  She drew four-legger eyes as well, passing a Great Dane who stopped to side-eye her rump as she walked away.  He was sniffing - could he smell just her heat, or also the stink of German Shepherd on her rump?  This was truly the worst day of the pampered Poodle's life.

She felt like curling up into a puddle when she finally reached the security terminal, but she didn't find her husband - only her adopted son, Benji.  The Doberman mutt had two hands, which was just what the humiliated mother needed.  And she was grateful that her husband wouldn't have to see her prancing around the airport showing off her assets to every passerby.  He wouldn't rest until he'd ruined Carl's life, and that meant lawsuits, and that was the last thing that Mona wanted.

Because the guard had blackmail.  She'd relish watching that damned husky's face as he walked to jail, but she couldn't do a thing.  The interrogation room had been videotaped, and it showed everything clear as day, both times she was raped, and both times she'd cum.  Gerald would see his perfect wife moaning not only for the arrogant guard, but for his dog, climaxing like a horny bitch for an animal.  She could never look her husband in the eyes again!

``Mom!?'' Benji gasped, when she finally caught his eye.  The fifteen-year-old boy was stunned to see his adoptive mother naked, not because it was new to him - indeed, Benji dressed his mother every day, including that morning.  But the realization that she'd been walking around wearing only a bow-tie in her hair made his jaw drop.  ``W-what happened?''

``Don't ask,'' was all she said, gritting her teeth.  ``Where's your father?''

Benji stood up, looking around at all the eyes his mother was still drawing.  ``Oh, uh...he's at our gate - we missed our flight.  And I think he's also on the phone with the lawyers?''

Mona rolled her eyes.  She'd have a hell of time convincing her husband to drop it, but worse if she couldn't cover up the smell of German Shepherd.  ``Come on, Benji, I need your help.''

It was obvious what she wanted, and she scanned around for a family bathroom.  ``There,'' she said, antsy as she led her son there.  Generally these single-room bathrooms were for parents to diaper their children, and not the other way around!  Benji walked close behind his mother, trying to block the view from nearby oglers.

The door to the bathroom wasn't made for four-leggers, so Benji had to turn the handle and let his mother in, and he followed quickly behind.  When the door finally closed, Mona's resolve faltered, and she collapsed on the floor, her body revolting against her.  All the stress and fear and show she'd put on for everyone in the airport flooded her all at once and she closed her eyes, panting.

Benji didn't know what to do.  ``M-mom?'' he asked, taking the clothes and diaper off her back.  ``What happened?'' he asked again.  As far as the young man could tell, his mother had been a real bitch to some security guy, she'd gotten interrogated, and ended up leaving the man with no clothes on.  Anything could have happened in the interim.  He'd been inwardly pleased to watch his distant mother get what was coming to her for her high-and-mighty attitude, but now he was actually feeling sorry for his mother.

``I told you not to ask, boy!'' she said, curling her lip.  ``Just dress me and we can forget this ever happened.''

Benji was taken aback.  ``But -''

``And don't tell your father about any of this, either.  You know how he worries...''

Benji lowered his gaze.  Why didn't his mother want him to tell Dad?  The black-furred patriarch of the family was the closest friend he had, as he couldn't really relate to the pampered Poodles.  He would have thought that his mom would want to tell him the outrages she'd endured at the security search.  What really happened?  What was she hiding?

Well, she wasn't telling, just nosing the oversized diaper toward Benji and lifting her rump for her adopted son.  Benji grabbed the diaper like he had early this very morning, and reached for his mother's shaved, bare rump.  But as he lifted the puffy, white cloth toward his mother, he paused.

Sniff.

She smelled different.  Of course she was in heat - hence the diaper.  But there was something else now.  A musky scent he'd smelled before.  A lot, when he was jacking off to their former driver, Angela.  The fifteen-year-old could also smell another male on her - probably the security guard, and...another male, too?  But that wasn't what bothered the boy the most.  The smell was distinctly semen, and he didn't know any kind of interrogation that would involve that.

``Benji?'' she asked, confused.

Looking closer, he could see traces of white on her spade, which looked strangely plumper than this morning.  And on her tailhole?  Dropping the diaper, the Anthro reached up to grab his mom's hips and spread her pussy with his thumbs, and he gasped.  Now, gaping open for him, he could see clear evidence of cum, a sticky column of white crossing from the top to the bottom of her quivering vulva.

``Y-you fucked him!?'' he gasped.

Yelping at her son's intrusive fingers, Mona looked over her shoulder at her son.  ``N-no, I...

Gears were turning in Benji's head.  She went into the backroom with that security guard and came out naked, stinking of husky and dripping in his cum, and all she had to say to her son was not to tell his dad and to forget anything ever happened?  She cheated on his dad!  And she'd done it raw dog while in heat.  ``You cheated on Dad,'' he accused.  ``Admit it!''

Mona bit her lip.  She ran through responses in her head.  She could tell him the truth, but would he believe it, now, after accusing her of cheating?  That she'd been raped twice?  Would that even stop him from telling Gerald, or make it even more likely?  If her husband found out anything suspicious was happening, he'd do everything in his power to sue the airport and that would mean seeing those video tapes!  Denying anything had happened was out of the question, now that Benji had some liquid evidence.  If she admitted cheating, he'd go running to Gerald right now.

Stammering, she tried for a lame middle ground, saying, ``That's not exactly how it happened...''

Benji pounced.  ``Oh, you slipped and fell on his cock, then?'' he growled.  All the harsh language that had been building up inside the neglected boy and learned on the schoolyard came spilling out at once.  ``You think Dad won't notice when your belly gets full of little huskies!?''

She whined, turning to face her son, sitting down.  Neither Carl nor Boss had shot inside her - but she couldn't exactly explain that the cum her son was seeing had slid in there from where the German Shepherd had knotted her ass.  ``I might not be -'' she started, and then switched to begging, ``Please, you can't tell him.''

``That's rich,'' the boy snarled.  ``You fucking cock-block me with Angela because you can't let me ever be happy, and then you go and play bury-the-bone with some hunky security guard!  I'm telling Dad.''

Angela?  Mona cocked her head.  Their former driver had always been too young, too pretty, and wore too short a skirt.  But the mother had never been worried about her son.  Angela had to be fired when she got knocked up by Gerald, and the old dog wouldn't pay her to keep it quiet.  Mona still fought back tears listening to that Doberman bitch tell her everything about Gerald's late stays at the office, driving him out to a secluded car park and fucking his brains out in the back seat.  She'd never even realized her son had a crush on the blackmailing bitch.

Showing her teeth, Mona snapped, ``I didn't fire her because of you.  I fired her because the slut had seduced Gerald!  He cheated first!''

Benji paused.  He didn't know that.  He pictured his Dad on top of the girl he'd been masturbating to, hammering away as she shuddered beneath him.  It didn't seem fair!  His parents were just out there fucking everything that moves and he was stuck a virgin with no car and no friends because of his cheapskate father and bitch of a mother.

Filled with adrenaline, and nostrils inundated with his mother's heat, the young man grabbed the seated Poodle by the fluffy mane, picked her up, and slammed her onto her back, kneeling over her, face-to-face.  She gasped for breath, the wind momentarily knocked out of her, giving Benji the time to say, ``Here's how it's going to go down, bitch.  You want me to keep this quiet, you're going to have to do what I want.''  With one paw, her grabbed her engorged pussy with one hand, squeezing her soft, pliable flesh hard.

``Benji!'' she yelped, trying to squirm away.  He might not be as big or strong as the husky, but he was easily twice her size.  He held her down with his other hand, pinning her in place as he played with her dirty cunt.

``Got it?'' he asked.

Mona paused, but realized she had no choice.  She needed him to keep this quiet from Gerald, and she doubted she could back out now even if she wanted to.  The look on her son's eyes wasn't like anything she'd ever seen from the meek boy.  She nodded and gulped, ``Got it.''

Benji grinned, showing his teeth, the black-and-tan Doberman mix breathing deep.  He felt alive for the first time, and for once he wasn't being berated by his demanding mother.  Now she was under his thumb.  He licked his lips staring down at her, trying to imagine she were Angela.  After all, he wasn't really into four-leggers.  Mona didn't have Angela's breasts or curvy ass.  Her spade was the same, though, and Benji pushed three fingers into her throbbing pussy.  He decided to start with where he'd always planned to start with Angela - with a kiss.

Mona blinked in surprise when her adopted son lowered his muzzle and closed his eyes, meeting her lips in a sloppy, forceful French kiss with his French Poodle mother.  He opened her mouth with his tongue, pushing it in to curl around hers.  He kissed her, moaning, his fingers still exploring her puffy pussy.  She'd never kissed anyone like this other than her husband, and Gerald certainly couldn't play with her at the same time.  She moaned, and suddenly found herself kissing back, her hips humping slightly.  Damn her heat!  For the third time today, she was getting turned on by being raped - this time by her own son!

``You like this, don't you, you little slut?'' her son realized, breaking the kiss to watch her moan.  ``You'd have done anything to get back at Dad for Angela...or should I say anyone?  How long before you lifted that tail for Jenson?''  Jenson was their new driver, a seventy-year-old Scottish Deerhound.

``N-no, I...aaah!'' she yipped, at another forceful prodding from his fingers, ``I don't!  Please, just stop - you're my son!''

``You've only ever treated me like the hired help, Mom.  Well, I'm going to help you out, now.''  He pulled back slightly to kiss her chest and trace his tongue over her trembling nipples.  They couldn't compete with Angela, but his heart still thumped as the bitch moaned beneath him.  He pushed even deeper, her fat pussy spreading around his entire hand.

Mona stared down at the big, black Anthro slurping at her small teats, long recovered from her one pregnancy with Isabelle.  She couldn't see what he was doing with those fingers, but she sure could feel it, her cunny squeezing and slurping around him.  She'd never known how good they could feel, since her husband had none.

``Uhhhhn!  Nnnnngh.  Aaaah!'' she moaned, long ears strewn behind her like her scattered replacement clothes on the bathroom floor.

A knock at the door rang out, and a voice asking, ``Excuse me, is everything all right in there?''

Mona yipped, ``I'm fine - just...go away!''  Was she trying to get the airport staff to leave her alone because she wanted this?  Or did she just need Benji to agree not to tell Gerald?

``Did you moan like this for that husky?'' Benji asked, once the inquisitive passerby had left.  His paw was so wet with what he assumed was the security guard's cum, his pumping fist inadvertently pushing the sticky ropes of cum that Boss had sneaked into her even closer to their target.  Mona whimpered, well aware that her son was giving the German Shepherd a helping hand.

``Lick me!'' she yipped suddenly.

Benji looked up from where his large, pink tongue was curling around her second row of trembling nipples and cocked his head.

``No, down there,'' she explained, pointing with her paw.  If her ate her out, he might actually help her situation.

Benji looked down where his fingers spread his dear Mom apart, and contemplated for a moment, but said, ``You don't tell me what to do.  But if you ask nicely...''

``Please, son.  Y-you don't know what you're missing!  You'll love it...''

Benji grinned at his mother.  ``Listen to you, you empty-headed whore.  Begging your son to muzzle-fuck you!  But you'll have to beg harder than that if you want my tongue in that dirty pussy.''

Mona wrinkled her brow.  This was even more humiliating than Carl - but perhaps not more so than Boss.  She wondered how she would ever look Benji in the eye again, and if she could trust him to dress her anymore.  But she was out of options.  Whining, she gasped, ``I'll suck you off if you do.  Please, Benji - I need it!''

She'd finally gotten through to the black-furred mutt.  Benji pulled his paw free with a loud, wet, plop!  Her fat, stained spade was left gaping open for the young man, quivering in the cool air of the dirty airport bathroom.  She lay panting on her back, looking up as Benji tossed off his t-shirt and went to the button of his pants.  She could only stare in awe as her adoptive son, about whom she'd rarely given a thought, lowered his pants and underwear, revealing his plump, Doberman sheath, bright red poking out and quivering for her.  Why couldn't we have adopted a girl!?

He seemed much older now, growling down at her as he said, ``After you and Dad cockblocked me with Angela, I have a better idea.''  Stepping over his Poodle mom, he placed a heavy paw on her sternum.

``Wait, what are you doing!?'' Mona gasped as the boy covered her, his girth spreading her small hind legs apart.  But she could see what he was doing, right between their tight bodies, his glistening red tip descending slowly toward her bouncing vulva.

Benji panted, ``I always thought Angela was too good to get with the son of her boss, but she was as much of a slut as you are.  So I'll get what I wanted from you instead.''

``Benji!'' Mona yelped.  She hadn't even truly considered that he might ask for sex.  Perhaps she couldn't admit to herself what was going to happen.  ``You can't - I'm in heat!''

``Bit late to worry about that, don't you think?'' he grinned.  ``Pretty sure that big security guard's already done you up nice and proper.''

As his body pressed close to her, pinning her beneath him, she couldn't see his cock anymore.  But she could feel it, his bony tip tickling her sensitive spade.  This was bad.  This was worse than the boy telling on her!  She probably wasn't pregnant by the small amounts of precum the German Shepherd had squeezed into her, but if she didn't stop Benji, he was going to get a straight shot at her undefended womb!  Pretty hard to pretend this all never happened if she got mutts from it!

Benji just assumed she was already serviced beyond the point of no return.  Gasping, Mona stammered, ``N-no, you don't understand.  They didn't -''

``They!?'' Benji interrupted.  ``You fucked the husky and some other guys!?''

Mona bit her lip, wincing as her son prodded her, staring up into his gloating face.  He thought she'd just up and offered herself to the whole TSA!  She whimpered, ``Just Boss...''  Eyes widening, she remembered that Carl had said the dog's name in Benji's presence, and she clapped both her front paws to her mouth.

``T-the dog!?'' he gasped.  ``If Dad knew - he'd dump you so fast your head would spin!''

Mona nodded slowly, meeting Benji's incredulous, disgusted look.  The idea that she might see that same look from her husband chilled the Poodle to the core.  She hadn't meant to fuck either of them, but if Benji didn't believe her, why would Gerald?  She even doubted herself, remembering the way she begged and moaned for them both, and the video evidence wouldn't help her side of the story very much.

Benji could hardly believe his so-called mother.  The stuck-up bitch had treated him like shit all his life, but all he'd done was be a good little hand-servant, hoping for any affection to rub off on him.  Meanwhile, she'd cheated on his father with a mindless animal!  No more.  He wouldn't be her servant any longer - at least not when they were alone.  ``Well, Mom - things are gonna change between you and me.''

Mona shivered at the look in her son's eyes, as the powerful Anthro lay on top of her, her legs splayed around his black-furred hips.  ``W-what...?''

Benji growled.  ``You don't want Dad to find out, and I'll help you with that, but you're gonna give me what I want.  And I don't mean just now - I mean all the time.  You're getting me a car, you're letting me throw parties at our place, you're gonna let me date.  All the stuff the other guys at school get and more.  And if Dad says no, you'll just have to convince him, or he's going to find out all the juicy details.''

``Benji...'' she whimpered, but she didn't talk back.

``And you're gonna be my Angela,'' he continued.  ``Starting now.''  He grinned, his sharp teeth showing as he pushed his hips ever-so-slightly forward, his tip pushing her Poodle pussy apart.

``N-not there,'' Mona begged.  ``I told you - I'm not pregnant!''

``You will be soon,'' he said, matter-of-factly.  ``Because you're gonna have to earn your clothes every morning.  At least your descenting pads will cover up what you're hiding up your cunt every day.  And if my full load doesn't get you today, it will tomorrow or the next day.''

``Y-you can't!  It's not like I can hide a litter!''

Benji shrugged.  ``Not my problem.  You'll just have to convince him that it's his.  At least we both have black fur.''

Mona shook her head.  ``Please - you don't have to do this.  I'm sorry, Benji, I really am!  I've never treated you like I was your mother, and I took all your help for granted.  I promise I'll change!  But you...can't...do...this!''

Leaning forward, the Doberman mutt whispered in his mother's ear.  ``Try and stop me.''

He was done talking to his mother.  He had more urgent matters to attend to.  With that, he pushed forward into that pedigree pussy, realizing for the first time that his mom was actually pretty hot.  For a feral.  His glistening cock shoved between her outstretched legs, and she could only whine and squeeze down around him, her slick spade leaving a nice, wet sheen on his erection.  He'd always wondered what it would feel like, and now he knew, the warm, wet tunnel gripping him far tighter than his paw ever had.

``Benji!'' she whined, and he could tell she wasn't calling his name out of joy - yet - by the look of terror on her face.  Her lip was curled up in disgust, tears in her eyes, but after all that she'd done to him and to Gerald, her loathing only made him harder.  The fifteen-year-old held Mona down and became a man, finally getting his dick wet!  He gripped the small Poodle around the chest, shuddering as he drew himself out of her clenching cunny, only to squish back into her, his bare cock throbbing inside.  ``Please!'' she whimpered.

But Benji had a nose-to-nose view of his horrified mother as her expression morphed.  Her snarl parted, her lip began to uncurl.  The growl in her throat raised in pitch as she started to pant.  Her paws, once pressed against his chest as if she could dislodge her horny, teenaged son, were instead tucked up against her chest.  But most important, Benji felt her pumping her hips weakly up against him, her mound a mating match to his virgin cock.

``You're such a slut, Mom,'' he grinned, pulling back teasingly far only for Mona to push her hips up to meet him.

``N-no... she protested, though the tears streaking her fur were already drying.

``I don't know - three cocks in your fat pussy in less than an hour is pretty slutty!''

Mona didn't want to explain the finer points - Carl had only used his fingers, and the dog had at least finished in her tailhole.  ``But I didn't want them!'' she whined instead.

``Like you don't want this?'' he asked, taking great resolve to pull himself almost completely out of her flexing spade, just his tip squeezed inside her vulva.  Almost like her pussy had a mind of its own, her spade bounced up and down, stretching up to pull more of her son inside.  But when she literally bucked her hips upward and slid her throbbing cunny up his shaft.  Benji laughed, and said, ``Don't worry, I know like any good whore you expect something in return.  And I know just what to give you!''

Mona whined as he slammed back into her, grinding her hips against the dirty bathroom floor.  Mona thought briefly that Gerald would always say the same thing when he caught Benji swearing: ``You kiss your mother with that mouth?''  Well, so he did, because Benji started banging her harder, knot-deep inside his adoptive mother, leaning down to ram his tongue down her throat.  Mona coughed and gagged and humped her hips, her muffled whines drowned out by the loud, wet splorch of his cock squishing in and out of her.  He was young, but because of his height, he was bigger than Gerald, and Mona clenched her eyes shut as she barely managed to take his full, hard cock, his knot swelling inside her puffy lips and his tip grinding against her unprotected cervix.  Any hope that he would lick her clean of Boss's dog seed was long gone, as he literally pushed the German Shepherd's fertile seed deeper, smooshing the risky fluid up against her womb.

They were doing it!  He was mating his own mother, in all the meanings of that word.  Benji's heart pounded with the realization that he was about to tie the knot with the cold, distant bitch, about to dump his nuts into her puppy oven, and there was literally nothing she could do to stop him.  Not now, certainly, and not later, if she wanted him to keep his mouth shut.  He'd only have more blackmail after this, he realized, and she'd be his slave whether she wanted to or not.  She didn't want Gerald to divorce her, she didn't want to go back to her family in France as a notorious dog slut, disgracing her family.  And with a shift of his paw to his pants, he pulled out his phone to ensure that was the only option she had.  Glancing at his phone, he propped it up against the wall and pressed ``record''.  If his puppies didn't take, he'd still have blackmail, considering how Mona was bucking her hips and squealing in his arms.

She wanted to complain, to protest, to beg him to stop, but with his tongue stuffed down her throat, all she could concentrate on was his powerful thrusts, pushing her into the floor.  Her hind feet quivered in the air on either side of her son's hips, her tail starting to wag of its own accord.  Not again! she whimpered, her heat-primed body betraying her.  If she had known about the camera phone, she might have held back, but Mona gave up and gave in, like she had for Carl and Boss before Benji.  Clenching her eyes shut, she kissed back, sloppy, wet saliva sealing her lips with his.  She could hardly believe how deep he filled her, her swollen cunt outstretched around his growing knot.  He was going to tie her, breed her, in a dirty airport bathroom while her husband was off somewhere yelling at his lawyer and God knows what happened to Isabelle.

Benji could feel from the way she slammed her hips up and down that he'd won, so he pulled back with his tongue, breaking free of their intense kiss.  She looked dazed beneath him, her quivering loins getting closer and closer to cumming for him.  Benji grinned and said, ``You're done cock-blocking me, Mom.  You and me are gonna make up for lost time, bitch.''

``Nnnngh!'' she groaned, the tears in her eyes now from the effort required to resist clenching down and milking her son for all he was worth.  It wouldn't be long now, her fat spade stretched into a lewd bulge between her legs, his tight, wet seal complete.  His twitching tip was buried right up against her cervix just waiting to explode with life-giving seed, and he only seemed more turned on by the idea that he might become a father to his own siblings-in-law.  ``Benji...'' she panted, breathless.  ``I'm...'' she added, taking another deep breath.

``I'm cumming!'' she wailed, her hips suddenly a blur.  She humped so hard she dragged her knotted son across the floor with a loud squeak, her pussy lips squeezing firmly around the very base of his cock to ensure a full-pussy massage around that bright, red beast that shouldn't be there.  Whether or not it should, Benji growled, drool spilling out of his open mouth to splatter her poor face and mane.  He grabbed his mom by the ribs, fondling her teats and hammered forward, holding himself still and deep as his balls let loose, splattering her womb again and again.  His balls worked overtime, and Mona idly hoped her son would claim all her eggs, and not Boss.

Their loins strained and shuddered against each other, a one-way flow that left the Poodle's belly bulging, normally so slender, now bloating with his cum.  ``Say it!'' Benji yelped, going all the way for the very first time.  ``Say you're my bitch, or I'll tell Dad!''

There was no hesitation in the throes of her breeding bliss.  She just dropped her jaw and howled, ``I'm yours, Benji!  Fuck me!''

``Tomorrow and the next day?'' he asked, biting his lip as he dumped his nuts.

``Fuck me and fuck me...'' she groaned in reply, her tail thumping the tile floor.

``God, you're such a dirty slut!'' Benji gasped, his own tail held out straight as he gave her the last of his load.

``I'm your slut now, son...'' she gasped, bucking her hips harder just to feel the warm, sticky suction of her fat cunny against his heavenly knot, where it thrummed neatly against her clit, giving the old girl no respite from the waves of pleasure coursing through her small mind.

Benji gave in first, this being a new thing for him.  His muzzle opened and closed, tongue dangling as he panted and drooled on his adoptive mother.  Mona, though, was still cumming around him, his cock becoming uncomfortable as she humped him well past his orgasm.  Benji smiled at all the good footage he was getting of his bitch mother begging for it, her face in pure orgasmic bliss as she got a bloated belly from her son.

``Wow, we're really stuck,'' he groaned, looking down at her bulging spade wrapped like a glove around his huge knot.  Mona only whimpered at the obvious inexperience of the boy who'd just ravished her.

But when she finally regained her breath and her senses, she pointed a paw at her son and said, ``You try anything with Isabelle and I will kill you.''

Benji blinked, surprised at his mother's tone.  But even more so at the suggestion.  ``Ew - Isabelle!?  No worries there, Mom.''  Though now that she mentioned it, his instinctive repulsion for his younger `sister' faded.  Sure the thirteen-year-old was annoying and stuck-up and feral, but so was his mom and he'd had no trouble fucking her.  But why risk it?  If Mona found out, he didn't think any amount of humiliation would prevent her from blowing his deal.  ``As long as you're lifting your tail, I'll have my fill of Poodle pussy.''

Mona nodded grimly.  ``Now get me cleaned up and dressed so we can find your father and sister.''

Benji tsked and said, ``You haven't earned your clothes yet.''  With a grunt, he tugged off his mother's straining cunt, popping free with a loud squelch!

Mona said, ``What!?  We just had sex.''

Benji just smiled cruelly and flipped her around onto all fours, grabbing her by the tail and yanking her up.  ``Yeah, but that was to get me to keep my mouth shut.  Not to earn your diaper.''

Whimpering, Mona realized the horny teenager was probably pretty backed up - his cock was already hard again.  With a sigh, she spread her hind legs and lifted her tail.

I just hope Isabelle got through it okay... she thought, as Benji yanked her backwards onto his cock.

* * * * *

The grey-furred middle-schooler panted on her back, her hind legs spread for Carl, whining softly after her request for the big husky to fuck her again.

``I'm fresh out of condoms, girl.''

``Isabelle,'' she suggested meekly to the security guard who had just held the thirteen-year-old feral down and raped her to her first orgasm.  Her heat-swollen spade trembled, open and waiting for the full-grown Anthro husky, gaping but still pristine thanks to his last condom.  His forcefulness and disregard for the young Poodle only turned her on more - but despite her young, budding lust, she wasn't ready to take his pups.

``I don't give a shit about your name.  And you're gonna get me off again, condom or no condom.  This time you're gonna have to do a little work of your own if you want to avoid a cuntful of cum.''  Carl held his breath as he walked around the tall metal table the girl was lying on, until he was standing just above her head, Isabelle looking upside-down at him.  Or rather, staring face first at his bare, glistening, red dog cock.  ``Ever sucked off a guy?''

The four-legger shook her head, eyes locked on the huge cock that had just been half-buried inside her once-virgin pussy.  How had he ever fit?  Thank God he hadn't knotted her!

``Hope you're a fast learner, then,'' Carl growled, ears perked up as he toyed with the impressionable teenager.  ``Or I just might have to take another shot at that tight little fortune cookie.''

Isabelle shivered.  With no condom, she could pretty much guess what the future would hold if he did that.  She had to blow him, or he was gonna knock her up.  Gulping, she turned her head and extended her tongue around the security guard's cock.  He was easily twice her age, twice her mass, and he had hands.  She was like putty in his hands, and she did as she was told.

``Good girl...'' Carl groaned as the girl's tongue slurped at her first cock, his heavy balls quivering up against her forehead.  She was a pretty little bitch, her nubby teats just barely visible through her short, trimmed, grey belly fur.  He found himself drooling as he stared down her lithe body, her heat engulfing his senses and lowering his inhibitions.  But on her back, there was only so much the little girl could do with her tongue.

``Hey!'' the once-entitled Poodle yelped as he descended over her small body, his paws gripping her around her thighs and lifting her up in the air until she was dangled vertically upside down, blinking in surprise as his tapered tip brushed up against one of her eyes.  He sniffed hard, his nose pressed right up against her vulva, her hind legs hooked over his shoulders.

``Open up,'' was all the warning he gave as he lowered her muzzle down onto his cock.  Isabelle took a frantic breath before her mouth split wide around his erection.  He quickly filled her muzzle, her eyes wide as she was manhandled.  Between his roughness, the blood rushing to her brain, and the scent of his musky balls just inches from her nose, Isabelle's eyes rolled back in her head, overwhelmed.

``Come on, bitch, don't lick - suck.''

Whining, she closed her lips around Carl's dick, wrapping her tongue around the slick organ as she slurped hard, rewarded by a satisfied groan from the officer.

He couldn't help but wish she were flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, kissing the young bitch while he pumped up into her fertile pussy, but her mouth was almost as good on his cock, and the meal laid out in front of him was much sweeter than any french kiss.  Her y-shaped folds trembled just inches from his tongue, and leaning forward, he cupped her spade with his wide tongue, making the pup shiver and moan.

The eighth-grader rocked her hips and wagged her tail in front of Carl's eyes, suckling as best she could while the strong husky slid her muzzle up and down his humping cock.  He was so much stronger than she was!  ``Mrrrnnnngl!'' she whined through her stuffed muzzle as Carl took his first full lick of her fertile cunny.  In her head she was just a thirteen-year-old girl, but her rump was fully ripe and mature.  His slippery tongue delved inside her throbbing pussy so that she yawned open into a lewd, wet `o', but Carl wanted to run his tongue across every inch of that tender tunnel, licking to the left and then the right, stretching her spade into the shape of a quotation mark.

But this standing sixty-nine could only go so far for the husky as Isabelle fell behind in her duties - too busy squealing about his tongue to really use her own. Her mouth was wet and pleasant enough to slam up into until she coughed, but without the gentle suckling of an obedient bitch, he wasn't about to get off to this.  He was about to give up and fuck the Poodle full of half-husky mutts when he opened his eyes and saw the base of her shaved, wagging tail.  Pulling his tongue out with a splop, he said, ``You're gonna have to get better with that tongue, judging by how much a slut like you is gonna need it.  But there is one more thing we can do without a condom...''

The first thought the naive girl had was kissing, but Carl walked her, still dangling down the front of his chest, to the metal exam table, reaching down with one hand to pick up the lube he'd used to ease her first time.  Well, there was another first, he thought, popping the lid with one hand and squeezing the cold goo directly onto Isabelle's tailhole.  That sensation was enough to give the thirteen-year-old the idea, her eyes going wide.  ``Y-you wouldn't...!''

``What about what I've done to you makes you think I wouldn't?'' Carl growled, dropping the tube and using that same hand to smear the lubricant around the surface of her pucker.  She gritted her teeth, but nothing could have prepared her for the cool, surprisingly pleasant feeling of his finger slipping inside her untried sphincter, slopping the vital fluid to every corner of her teenage tailhole.

The Poodle whined, her face full of Carl's throbbing cock, which only seemed to have grown bigger as he prepared to take her third and final hole.  ``I'll suck harder, I promise!'' she stammered.

``Too late,'' he said simply, hooking his finger to get the deepest reaches.  She wasn't all too deep...

``J-j-just fuck my vagina again - I'll risk the puppies!''

Satisfied that she was as wet down there as she was going to get, Carl reached down with his jelly-scented paw to grab the Poodle by her extensive ruff, unhooking her legs from his shoulders and holding her out almost to arm's length.  She trembled, dangling in his grip, meeting his gaze with her hind legs tucked in and her tail curled hopelessly between them, ears flat and eyes wide.  ``You'll thank me when I'm done with you,'' he said, pulling her to him in a tight embrace, his broad chest against her belly, his nose to hers.  With one arm supporting her weight, he watched with a grin at her terrified face as his other hand slid down and deliberately moved her tail to the side, lifting her rump just enough to spread her legs around his waist and lower her slick ass to his twitching tip.

``Carl...please...no!''

When had he taken no for an answer?  Licking her chin, the husky let the bitch drop down, simultaneously pushing up with his tip and spearing her virgin anus open.  She was tight, so he had to go slow, despite the copious lube.  Inch by inch he spread her apart to the music of her terrified whimpers, though, he noted, no sounds of pain.  In fact, when he bucked up the last inch until she was sitting on his knot, she cocked her head.  ``That's it,'' he confirmed.

Isabelle tried to glance over her shoulder to see, but she couldn't get a glimpse.  ``It's all in?'' she panted, wiggling her hips as if to test it.  His thick rod held her firmly in place, but it barely hurt at all other than a dull ache!

``Well, except the knot, but I'm not trying to kill you.''

The prissy pup relaxed visibly, and licked his chin.  She couldn't exactly say that it felt good, but her nightmare hadn't come true.  ``I'm never going to forget you, Carl.  My first...well, everything!'' she said, experimentally bucking her hips.

``Except kiss,'' Carl suggested.

``There's still time,'' she panted.

What a real novice!  She'd never even been kissed before he pinned her head with the snare pole and mounted her while she wasn't even aware what was happening.  Lowering his muzzle to hers, she parted her lips, and Carl gave her that, too, his tongue wrapping up with hers inside her mouth.  Her gentle moans vibrated through his head as he picked her bottom up with one hand and started to hump that tight ass.

Reaching up with both paws around his shoulders, Isabelle pushed back, kissing him hard, her own hips bucking up and down.  He was so huge and hard, but the lubrication kept his thrusts nice and smooth.  She rode him up and down with loud, wet squelches, turned on enough by their french kiss that the lack of stimulation down there didn't matter.  His face was now burned into her memory, her knight in shining armor that had ended her decade of celibacy by using her in every way.  ``Oh, Carl!'' she gasped between licks.

Carl wasn't going to forget this easy, underage bitch either, or her mother getting pumped hard in the ass by his dog, Boss, but though the memories were gonna be fond, he was mostly happy to get such a fine lay from the stupid, air-headed puppy.  She might be a full-sized Poodle, but she was his toy to play with and discard, with no strings attached.  He grinned as he kissed her, grunting softly as he jammed his fat cock in her tight tailhole, the pressure like heaven around him.

He couldn't help but notice a warm, wet puddle forming against his belly.  Looking down, he saw her fat spade gushing against him.  She was so horny for him, but he was barely giving her anything to work with.  Like an old softy, the security guard lifted the Poodle up by the armpits and spun her around, his muzzle resting on the back of her head.

``Carl?'' she whimpered, missing his tongue.

Lowering her again, he slammed back into her gaping butthole, getting a nice, satisfying yelp from the teenager, one arm wrapped around her chest as the other slipped down to cup her quivering mound.  ``Nnnnnghhh!'' she moaned, as she figured out why the change.  He'd fingered her once before, but she'd been under the impression he was just giving her a cavity search.  Now, he curled his dexterous fingers up and into her wet pussy, lifting her by the cunt only to relax his hand and land her ass firmly on his thrusting cock.

The young bitch in her sexual prime gasped as the firm ass-pounding joined with the delicious fingering she was getting just around the corner, her body dissolving into a series of frantic thrusts.  ``Carl!  Carl!'' she moaned, until she felt him lick the side of her face.  Whining, she turned her face and arched her neck, meeting his muzzle in a fierce, sideways kiss.

Carl felt his knees go weak, trembling as he resisted the urge to collapse with the tight bitch.  Instead, he rammed himself up into her ass, grinding his bare knot against her sphincter.  He couldn't knot her there, letting her bulging anus rest on his twin glands as he whimpered and yipped, finally unable to keep from painting her rump in a large, heady spurt of husky semen.  In his quivering throes of ecstasy, his four fingers curled up and firm in her bulging cunny, making the middle-schooler squeal and kick out her hind legs, tail splayed as she began to grunt and hump and whine above that thick cock, clenching hard around those expert digits.

They broke their kiss to moan and pant, until Carl lost his footing and fell forward, plopping the Poodle's upper half onto the examination table in front of him.  He humped up again, keeping himself firmly lodged in her ass as he rode out his long orgasm, his overused balls sore but aching in the best way.  Isabelle could only cling to the metal beneath her, her head tossed back and wailing.

``Damn, girl,'' Carl said, finally, as he pulled back and left her half-perched on the table.  He slowly tugged his cock from her tight, quivering tailhole, slick cum spilling out of her onto the floor - most of the fresh creampie missing her gaping, pink vulva.  She was probably safe on that front, the security guard hoped.  He looked down at the panting, shuddering bitch still coming down from her second climax, and grinned, holding up her tail to examine his gushing cum.  ``I've found some illicit cargo - evidence of impure activity.  But you're in luck - I'm going to let you off with a warning, this time, passenger.''

* * * * *

Gerald Mercier paused his angry phone call with his lawyer as his daughter finally returned from her illegal detainment.  Her well-groomed fur was a mess, ruffled and unkempt in every direction.  He was too distracted to notice that her subtle, grey diaper had been replaced by a bright, white one, hiding beneath her clothes, nor did he realize what was hiding just beneath that cloth.

``Where's your mother?'' he asked.

They returned to the main concourse together, to find Benji whispering into Mona's ears as they waited just beyond the security gate.  Mona's floppy Poodle ears were flat, and Gerald could see why - the four-legged mother's clothes were oversized, temporary, and ugly - not only had she clearly been stripped, her fancy clothes were destroyed, or perhaps seized.  ``He won't get away with this,'' the frustrated feral growled.  Already he'd drafted a cease and desist letter on behalf of the two ladies.  ``When we get to our vacation home, you can both tell Gregoire, Esq. exactly what happened, and we'll crucify that damned husky.''

Gerald was surprised by their report.  According to both ladies, the security guard had been the perfect gentleman.  Isabelle only reported a simple pat-down, and Mona described how the man had accidentally ripped her clothes as he removed them, doing a quick visual scan.  There was still a case to be made against him for overreach, but Mona in particular was quite adamant that it wasn't worth following up on.  He grumbled, but at least he was grateful that his wife and daughter had been treated with some modicum of dignity and respect.

That night, in their vacation home, as Gerard was about to fall asleep, his dutiful wife said, ``You know - I think Benji needs a car.  Other kids his age have one.''  Strange - she'd always been fairly standoffish with their adopted son.

But that wasn't her most surprising request.  Right on the heels of that request she took a deep breath and said, ``And I think we didn't give Angela a fair chance.  I want her reinstated as our driver.''

``Okay, dear.  But honestly,'' he exclaimed.  ``I don't know what's gotten into you!''

Mona sighed.  And if she had her way, he never would.

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