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And she'd be squealing my name the whole time - though admittedly, she called me ``Ja-wa'' now that we'd been properly introduced.\n\nBut I didn't dare. There were opportunities where I might have snuck off with her to the treehouse, or locked her in an upstairs room with me. But I was by no means out of the woods. There was every chance I'd knocked the young girl up, and when she swelled up and gave birth to a little, spotted boy or girl, I would be sunk. My only hope was that it hadn't taken, and if I started fucking her now I'd be risking even more. No, I had to wait until her heat was over.\n\n``Ja-wed, come play!'' Dalia demanded. She'd been getting jealous of all the time I'd been spending with Nala, though the two girls got along quite well. The Great Dane girl almost seemed to have a mental connection to the toddler, able to translate quite well for the girlpup, though I'd only ever heard the Doberman say ``Ma-ma'', ``Pa-wa'', ``Ja-wa'' and ``Dala''. 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Grumbling, I started running the water and said, ``Let's get you girls cleaned up at least...'' Reluctantly, I took off my clothes, except my tighty-whities. But Dalia wouldn't have that. As I stepped into the now-warm, rising waters, she reached up with her big, droopy lips and grabbed on to the waistband of my undies, pulling down. There was simply no use fighting it. I was about to squeeze into the large bathtub with two feral toddlers, completely naked. And one was in heat! Odds were definitely on Dalia's side now.\n\nWhile I worked the mud spots out of Dalia's undercoat, I felt Nala pressing against me. She was putting her paw pad on each of my spots, as if she expected to also find mud - though she'd known me for three days now. ``She likes dem,'' Dalia translated.\n\n``Well thanks,'' I told the quiet girl. ``I like your golden fur,'' I returned the compliment, rubbing some of the mud out of her caramel undercoat.\n\nThen she pressed her pad up against my white sheath and I yipped, pushing her paw away. Dalia said, ``She likes dat too.''\n\nGulping, I said, ``I - I'm flattered,'' my face red. I'd never overestimate just how little these girls possessed shame. ``But I really shouldn't. It's supposed to stay, um, hidden.''\n\nDalia's ears perked up. ``Hide the wocket!'' she exclaimed. ``I'll show you, Nala,'' she continued. I had a pretty good idea what the Great Dane pup was about to show her, but I couldn't bring myself to stop it. Leaning back against the smooth tub, I bit my lip and watched in anticipation as Dalia lowered her muzzle to my crotch.\n\nI quickly turned off the water so that it would stay below the level of my crotch, and groaned as the oversized puppy wrapped her wet lips around my sheath, pushing her tongue back and forth against the soft, white fur. But it wasn't fur she wanted to lick, and she didn't have to wait long. Gritting my teeth, I kept my hands to myself and let her do her thing, all the while cursing myself for being so weak. Big, long licks ran up my balls and sheath, tickling my emerging tip until I was starting to really show. Her saliva slicked up my dick and now it was growing exponentially, popping out of my sheath to show off my full size (except for the unswollen knot).\n\n``Fuuu - frick, Dalia,'' I gasped, twitching in the open air, my damp butt firmly seated and legs spread.\n\n``Now you try!'' she said to her friend.\n\n``Wait, I -'' I tried to stammer, but the eager, mute little Dobie was too fast, taking Dalia's place between my legs.\n\nFor a girl with only three or four words, she was a quick learner. Where I'd done all of the work back in the treehouse, this was all her. Her slender muzzle was nothing like Dalia's, and I trembled as I watched the two-year-old slurp up the length of my rigid cock like it was a dog treat. ``Careful,'' I gasped, and she pulled back so that her teeth weren't in play. Gradually I began to hump up and down, making waves in the 3-inch deep water.\n\nDalia watched, tail wagging. ``Good girl,'' she encouraged. ``Lick da top!''\n\nGroaning, I reflexively grabbed Nala's head in both hands as she lapped at my sensitive tip. But God, it felt great. She was lapping so fast now that the tip of her tongue would curl around and wet the top side of my dick, and now the water was really moving as my damp, black-spotted tail made waves.\n\n``Now ya godda hide it,'' Dalia continued.\n\n``Hey now,'' I protested. While Dalia could fit the whole thing, Nala clearly couldn't! But I didn't yank the toddler's head back when she crept closer, nosing my tip from above before opening her mouth and extending her long, pink tongue. Down she bobbed her head, her teeth protected by her black gums, and it turned out she could take all of it - except the knot. Where my sheath ended, my growing knot began, and where my knot ended, her wet, black nose quivered, her tongue working back and forth to slick up the underside of my cock all the way out to taste my musky balls. My toes curled and I held myself there, afraid to move - not wanting this moment to ever end.\n\n``You did it!'' Dalia said encouragingly. I could hear the wetvac droning softly through the walls of the bathroom. Whatever - the Fields get what they pay for. Their employee was doing the dirty work and their volunteer was doing the dirty. The Great Dane added, ``Now ged da wocket fill.''\n\nI knew what that meant. She probably didn't know what ``fuel'' was, so she thought I'd said ``fill'', but the little girl meant to guzzle my cum. How was I going to refuse? Panting, I readied myself to muzzlefuck the two-year-old Doberman. But the quiet girl was confused, and pulled her muzzle off my dick, looking at Dalia with her ears raised.\n\n``I'll show you,'' the big girl said, shoving between my legs and almost pushing the beautiful, black-and-gold pup away. This was fine by me. Dalia had a lot more experience licking. Bracing my feet against the other side of the tub, I lifted my rump out of the water almost completely, hovering in the air for the Dane with my tail wagging slowly between her front legs.\n\nAnd then she was on me, slurping right on my balls as if she somehow knew that's where the ``fill'' was stored. ``Oh, God,'' I groaned, flexing my leg muscles to give weak, one-inch humps.\n\nNala, crinkled her forehead, not happy with the change of pace. She shoved her way back between my legs, so that when Dalia lapped at my shaft, Nala was too. Dalia growled, ``My turn!''\n\n``Th-there's plenty for everyone,'' I gasped.\n\nNala was content to share, and Dalia, disgruntled, knew she was supposed to, and suddenly I had two wet tongues sliding up my cock together, one on each side wrapping around to meet on the top side. It was like riding a force of nature - my hands were busy propping me up for the two girls, and I couldn't have controlled them both if I had wanted to. Yet somehow I managed to hold off. Dalia said, ``Keep up dere,'' before ducking her head back, lower. Nala was happy to get my cock all to herself, slurping eagerly along the throbbing wet dick.\n\nAt least until she heard me groan in ecstasy from what Dalia was doing. The curious Doberman took a break to watch her big friend absolutely lay into my tail hole, fierce licks that kept her cold nose up against my balls, slurping me in a way I'd grown to love. This went far beyond rimming, as she pushed as much of her huge tongue inside me as she could and it took all I could to stay relaxed and not squeeze her out. Insistent, Nala nudged Dalia's muzzle with her own until the Great Dane stopped. ``Hey,'' I gasped, suddenly getting no attention.\n\n``She wansa try,'' Dalia explained, though she sounded a bit disappointed. But in the principle of sharing, she stood up and gave my asshole over to the little girl I'd bred three days ago.\n\nThe shorter Doberman had still had to crouch down, lowering herself into the water. But she didn't mind, and the second girl in my life unhesitatingly went straight for my tailhole. Her tongue was far thinner, but that meant she could push it even deeper, curling her tongue up and penetrating me. I think she looked pretty cute with my balls on her nose. Not that I could see her for long, because Dalia stood right next to her, towering above the sexy little two-year-old. The Great Dane lowered her huge muzzle to my cock and engulfed me, her nose tickling my tip as she washed my entire shaft in drool all at once.\n\nGetting eaten out by Nala was an entirely different experience, and a lot less painful. I almost felt like I could do this forever, if my balls weren't already twitching. Two muzzles sandwiched my testes, and I felt easily as wet as when my rump was in the water itself. What could I do? I was just a Middle School kid, getting sucked off by two hot ferals. I doubt any of the other boys at school could say they were as lucky! I groaned, and Dalia correctly interpreted that sound from experience. She pulled away from my drool-soaked dick and nudged Nala, saying, ``Here comes da fill.''\n\nNala glanced curiously at my throbbing cock, but nothing was happening. The warm dampness coated my cock, but without a tongue to stroke me off, I was perched at the edge and trembling, by balls ready to burst. But the curious, quiet two-year-old sat plainly between my legs as I grunted and sank back into the shallow tub water, my dick pointing up at her face. I was about to yank myself off, but I didn't need to. Nala dipped her head down, ears up, and gave my tapered, red tip a last slurp. With a contented groan, I let loose, the first spurt launching right up against gravity but still managing to paint the Doberman's muzzle, almost hitting her eye. Startled, she rolled with it, taking the second spurt across the forehead and the third into her open mouth. Before I could even yelp, she'd wrapped her entire muzzle around my dick again, slurping every shot right down her cute little throat.\n\nMy first nut of the day was always a bit bigger and longer - strange to say, since before I'd started giving ``baths'' to Dalia, cumming more than once a day had seemed unthinkable - and I kept my paws to the side, letting her squeezing tongue work it all out of me. I humped in short bursts, clenching my balls as I fed the greedy toddler for the second time - the first being under her tail. One minute passed, then two, but that was my typical limit. I didn't understand how the pornstars in the videos I'd managed to view on mute in the library kept it going for fifteen, even twenty minutes!\n\n``You godd some on her face,'' Dalia noted, before looming over the obedient Doberman and lapping my cum right off her.\n\nWith a gentle shove, I convinced the little girl to get off my oversensitive dick, groaning. God damn, that felt good. Why don't adults just do this all the time? Maybe they do, just behind closed doors. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and when I opened them, Dalia was in my face. ``Nala says id tasted bedder last time. But I like id.''\n\nWhen I'd mounted the girl from behind, thinking she was just a mindless animal. ``Well -''\n\nDalia interrupted. ``Ged on my back!'' she urged, needily, dancing in a circle before raising her tail for me, the big Great Dane looking eagerly over her shoulder as she presented. As much as I wanted to try out her tight little pussy, it would kill me at the moment, my cock still twitching from Nala's blowjob.\n\n``I can't. But...we can play `hide the rocket'...'' I offered.\n\nI realized I had a separate problem, as Nala mimicked Dalia's pose just to the left of her. Now I had a caramel colored rump next to blue, their tails curled over each other, two pristine puppy pussies winking eagerly at me. Despite Nala being almost half the size of the Great Dane, her fertile spade was engorged and trembling, bigger and much more flexible than the tight, small entrance on Dalia. Though I hadn't tied Nala (thank God, or I'd have been caught red-knotted, I felt like I could have. Looking at Dalia, I wasn't even sure I could fit much less knot.\n\n``I know!'' I said, remembering the smaller, black-and-white shuttle from our first illicit bathtime. I grabbed it and the red rocket, turning back to the eager girls. ``We'll see who can hide theirs better!'' The toys flew through the air and took a quick detour down into the soapy water before looping through the air.\n\nIf Dalia noticed that the smaller bath toy was coming her way, she didn't mention it, biting her lip as she waited my approach of their raised rumps. Nala was panting, her trifold mound bouncing up and down as the larger, red rocket flew through the air - until both rockets darted under their tails and I said, ``Quick! We've got to hide!''\n\nBoth girls spread their hind legs and stabilized themselves as the toys flew to the only convenient hiding place. Nala, on the left, watched over her right shoulder, and Dalia watched over her left, each dog curling to combine into what looked astonishingly like a heart, their heads side by side as they stared back at their nearly-touching spades.\n\nI tried my best to keep the rockets even, even though the red toy was an inch-and-a-half wide to the other's inch. I teased both of them with the tapered tip of the rubbery bath toys, enjoying as they instinctively clenched. Dalia was biting her lip, even though she'd experienced this before. ``Quick, into these caves! Initiating docking procedures!'' I exclaimed, straightening each rocket so that they lined up perfectly, the base of the white shuttle touching the futuristic pointy landing feet of the red rocket.\n\nThey both gasped as I penetrated them, the intrepid pilots of each ship sinking head-first into dark, mostly pink tunnels. The little nub at the base of each girl's vulva rubbed slowly against the underside of each ship, the shaft beginning to shove the two toddler's pussies open wider and wider. Nala had no trouble taking the rapidly widening sci-fi rocket, after all, it mirrored my own cock by bulging widest in the middle. Her tongue dangled as she groaned, tail curled off to the side to give me better access.\n\n``I'm winning!'' Dalia proclaimed, which was only true because the space shuttle stayed the same width until it flared out at the bottom. Her tight cunny still spread neatly over the spaceship, just like before, and she grunted and clenched down around the shuttle so hard I had to steady the scrunched up vessel - the captain inside surely crushed.\n\nBut both girls could see first hand as Nala reclaimed the lead. The shuttle slowly widened to match the majority of the red rocket, but Nala's fat, trembling pussy was already stretching around the widest part. Her grey spade was stretched out easily, showing off her pink insides as the bigger toy plunged into her depths. ``Harder!'' Dalia cried, not wanting to lose quite so badly.\n\nBiting my lip, I complied. So far, this test had confirmed my belief that Dalia just wasn't ready to take a full-sized cock, knot or no knot. But I did want to see her true limits. Unlike last time, I steadied the shuttle in my palm and kept pushing, the ever-widening base of the space shuttle stretching the Great Dane wider and wider than she'd ever been. It was hard to tell which toy was deeper, since we couldn't see much of the cockpits anymore, but we could see how stretched each girl was.\n\n``Unngh, more,'' Dalia groaned, more from competitiveness than pleasure. She wiggled her hips as she pushed back against the shuttle, finally nearing the inch-and-a-half wide that Nala had basically started at. Nala's spade was quivering now around the very widest part of the classic sci-fi rocket. The Doberman started to hump her hips, groaning noisily, and before I knew what was happening, she humped back hard enough to hilt herself on the toy, breaching the widest part of the toy and engulfing the entire thing up to but not including the four rubber feet. I groaned at the way her pussy bulged out in all directions, the bulge the shaft was making in her slender, caramel belly making me drool. She'd taken it all eagerly, while Dalia was barely halfway down her own toy.\n\n``No faiw!'' Dalia exclaimed, but there was nothing I could do for her. ``I wanna play too!''\n\nGroaning, I looked down to see my own rocket throbbing to life, despite the residual pain of cumming too recently. Dalia looked enviously at my dick, knowing that she couldn't take it yet, not if she couldn't even take the space shuttle! ``Sorry, Dalia. Nala wins.''\n\nI grabbed the feet of the red rocket and began to pull it out of the greedy Doberman, who squeezed down around it, humping weakly in the air. I had to use both hands, and before I knew it, Dalia squeezed down around her shuttle, turned around, and sat. She landed her whole Great Dane weight on the spacecraft, gaining another centimeter deep and wide in just a second. She sat there, pushing down against the toy, trying and failing to slam her pussy down around the widening ship. She growled, ``Gonna ged id. Some day. Soon,'' she groaned, grinding her hips. Yet still half the shuttle was clearly visible.\n\nNala, the winner, couldn't hold the toy from both my hands. I put one on her rump and squeezed the back feet of the rocket and pulled it out of the whimpering dog. She clearly wanted it inside her, but I wanted to see her gaping pussy, and I won. When the toy finally popped out, I bit my lip, watching her barely-lit tunnel squelch back together, still wider than before. Could she take my knot, now? No - I couldn't think like that or I'd...\n\nShe wasn't going to sit idly by. Turning to face me where I knelt, the quiet girl whined, ``Ja-wa!'' Suddenly she was nose-to-nose with me, eyes narrowed. How had I ever thought she was just a dog? Her casual submissiveness in the treehouse was gone now, replaced by earnest desire. I backed up, nervously, not used to such an expression from a Doberman, even one so clearly smaller than me. I went from kneeling to flat on my ass as she kept going forward, sniffing my face, pushing further until my spotted back was curled up against the curved bathtub, the eager Dobie basically climbing into my lap.\n\n``Uh, hey...'' I protested lamely. I guess Nala wasn't the kind of girl you just teased.\n\nOnly then did I notice she was crouched over me, something warm and notably wet squishing up against my throbbing cock. I looked down, and the two-year-old was sliding her puffy spade up and down the base of my dick, slicking me up with her aroused heat juice. ``W-wait -'' I gasped. I didn't have a condom or anything. I'd never planned on anything going this far. I was out of the toddler-fucking business! But Nala didn't seem to know (or care?) about consent. She slid all the way up my bright, red erection until the little nub at the end of her pussy hooked over my tip. There was no backing out for me now, the sexy little toddler trembling on the end of my dick. Staring into her begging, puppy dog eyes, I slid my hands around her back, embracing her just before she sank herself down onto my shaft.\n\nDalia watched from a distance, bouncing up and down on the toy, her eyes wide. She said in a hushed whisper, ``Dawkin pwocedews inchiated.''\n\n``Oh, Nala,'' I groaned, her fat pussy splaying itself around the tapered top half of my cock. I knew she could handle it - I wasn't quite as wide as the toy, though it was a bit more compressible. My paws slid to her rump, guiding her up and down slowly to help her adjust to her second helping of real dog cock. She stared at me, eyes half-lidded, panting as she worked herself up and down, her tail splashing the shallow water behind us. Had I no self-control? She was in heat, and I'd already fucked up once with her. If that time had been too early to get her pregnant, then three days later was definitely not safe. She might very well be at the peak of her fertility, and here I was slamming my drooling tip halfway up her vagina, smearing who knew how much pre-cum into her underage pussy. But she was so perfect in my arms, just the right size to sit on my lap and really dig deep, my chest brushing up against hers.\n\nNala didn't say anything, she just tilted her head, and like that, we were kissing. Did I initiate it, or her? Had she seen something like that on Puppy Power? All I know is that our muzzles were locked together now, and I was twirling my tongue back and forth with hers, exploring my first kiss with a girl. A girl one-fifth my age...\n\nDalia apparently wasn't of the same mind, saying, ``Gwoss!''\n\nBut we didn't care, and I made out with the young Doberman, all while humping up harder and harder into her clenching, eager tunnel. She sank down around my widest part and then jolted down the rest of the way, resting her pussy lips on my half-formed knot. No further, I realized, as knotting a bitch in heat was the surest way for me to end up in prison.\n\n``Ja-wa!'' she whimpered again, breaking our kiss to toss her head back, and howl, her eyes rolling back in her head. That would definitely go through the bathroom walls, but no one would know exactly what she was howling about. Her cute little paws dug into my chest as she pushed on me to swing her hips down harder, vulva wetly slurping up against my growing knot.\n\nDalia finally gave up on her toy practice, padding quizzically up to the two of us, snuffling noisily. I yelped when her large, warm tongue bathed our conjoined genitals, and I almost lost it before I could pull out. Biting my lip, I watched as the three-year-old - who'd thought the idea of kissing was gross - lifted her great muzzle up beneath Nala's tail and began to lap, forcefully, at the Doberman's tailhole. Nala groaned and splayed her tail, clearly enjoying that as much as I had grown to, her twin tunnels convulsing as they were both stuffed with pink organs.\n\n``Okay,'' I groaned. ``That's enough. Gotta...pull out...or you won't get to drink the rocket fuel!'' I explained to the two girls, my balls trembling.\n\nNala shook her head, and Dalia cocked hers, protesting, ``Bud you hafta hide it all, first.''\n\n``No,'' I groaned, ``I - wait!'' My explanation came too slowly for the Great Dane. The underage little bitch could see a full two-inches of knot pressed up against Nala's stretchy cunt, not realizing that we'd get stuck together! Before I could stop her, Dalia jumped out of the water onto Nala's back, her paws landing heavily on the Doberman's waist. The eighty-pound girl pushed down with all her might.\n\nNala yipped and sank down around my shaft, her puffy, heat-swollen spade spreading almost all the way apart around my swollen knot, stretched wide and straining. Gasping, I tried to lift her up, off of me, but Dalia was too heavy. I watched in awe as Nala's face distorted in front of me, her jaw dropping, tongue dangling out. Her lips scrunched upward and her eyes widened, rolling back in her head as the two-year-old hit her third orgasm in her short life. ``Wai -'' I gasped again, but it was too late.\n\nNala humped. She slammed her hips down, rocking them in short, ecstatic bursts, and a loud, wet pop! signaled the moment she went from stretched around the middle of my bulge to sitting firmly around it. Her black spade stretched lewdly over my eleven-year-old knot, squeezing tightly down and tying us together. Nala, never having been knotted before, glanced down in awe before she leaned forward and kept hammering her hips, tugging up and down on my captive dick as she milked me, her whole body trembling in my arms.\n\n``Oh...whoops,'' Dalia said, seeing quite clearly that there was no pulling off of me now.\n\nWrapping my arms around the fifty-pound bitch, I knew it was too late to stop. Might as well enjoy it if I was going to jail anyway! Squeezing her tight, I pumped up and let loose, balls convulsing as I splattered her pussy for the second time, a full two inches deeper and with nowhere else for the cum to go but up - up into her fertile womb. Together, we groaned and strained together, head swirling as I tried to deal with the waves of pleasure echoing through my body from my dick to my nose.\n\nDalia was waiting expectantly with her muzzle ducked under Nala's tail, but she was disappointed when not a drop escaped. Still, she seemed interested in the show, my pulsing balls plastering Nala deep past our throbbing tie.\n\n``F-fuck, Nala...you're so...hot!'' I groaned, looking into her eyes.\n\nBut she didn't and couldn't really respond. She just shivered and pumped her hips, accepting my load, no more able to return the compliment than actually pronounce my name. I never thought my first two times would be with a girl too young to even understand the terrible consequences of the intense bliss we were both enjoying. Was she going to be a mother before she could even speak? I knew I was going to regret this in about one minute, so I shook my head and let all my concerns slide for the moment, leg muscles clenched as I drilled up as far as I could go.\n\nTying was truly something else. I winced and groaned as my climax finally faded, Nala's squeezing spade milking me. Where I would have been done before, now I was constantly at the edge of orgasm, panting and groaning as my balls worked over time, really doing my damnedest to knock the toddler up. We panted together now, our hot breath mixing between us, until I tilted my muzzle and kissed her again, bouncing her on my lap in a twisted parody of what a responsible caretaker might do.\n\nAs stupid as it was, what we did, I knew that she didn't know or care. There'd be no moment of awkwardness after I pulled out of her. No desire or clinginess, fear or regret. She'd just be happy and care-free, unaware of what we'd just done. Dalia didn't know any better either, waiting impatiently as I bred her new best friend. As far as she was concerned, my big mistake was something she wanted me to do to her. What had I gotten myself into?\n\nNala seemed bored when I finally shrank enough to tug her off of me. Her constant orgasm had faded and now she wanted to play with her friend in the bathtub. She popped off of me, and Dalia finally got her meal, helpfully slurping up Nala's sopping pussy until she'd guzzled every last drop that hadn't made it into the two-year-old's fertile womb, before turning to lap up my cock. I wasn't in the mood, to be sure. Quiet, I cleaned the two girls up as best I could, finally soaping up and washing off the mud Dalia had used to get us in the tub together.\n\nThey had no idea, splashing and playing happily, Dalia talking about Puppy Power while Nala listened intently, a one-sided conversation that I simply couldn't understand.\n\nWhat was I going to do? I'd knotted her, deep in her heat. It would be foolish to think I hadn't gotten Nala pregnant, and I could blame the two girls all I wanted to the judge...that wasn't going to work. I felt cold and dull inside, drying the girls off and rejoining Gwen and Daryl just long enough to collect my things and trudge home.\n\n* * * * *\n\nLife is always a blur. One scent, one sound, then the next. People come, people go. Papa, Mama, Dalia, Jared. Mouth can not form the words. A confusing world of patterns and predictions, sometimes reliable, but usually not.\n\nDalia is there more often, and Jared, and the parents are there less. Rarely all four together. Jared plays different - the game he played had been a lot of fun, but no repeats. Every attempt to play again failed for days, eternity. Until the bathtub! Now the pattern was clear: naked, alone, with a male, fun, fun game!\n\nWould it happen again?\n\nThe muzzle up against his musky crotch. Diaper off and showing him, tail wagging. Nothing. Sometimes it took time. Rub the rump up against him, whining softly, before turning to nuzzle his underwear again. Pushing the nose through the cloth, cold and wet against the light brown sheath, his scent so strong.\n\nAnd then the underpants fall away and the tongue touched fur, then skin, coaxing him out. The taste is good, but not as good as the end of the pattern. He stands fully out, red and rigid - turn around again.\n\nFor a third time, the pattern works. Strong hands grip the hips as his ``red rocket'' lines up behind. Hide it! That's the goal. Pushing back against him, the caramel pink stretching once again. Yes! This is the game. It isn't Jared, but why would that matter?\n\nBack and forth, rocking. The tail wags as he groans. Panting meets his panting. Don't pull out! He is trying, but Dalia showed how to hide it. Grit the teeth, push back hard at just the right time, moaning and shuddering as the pink stretches wide, hide, pride! Whining into the bathroom walls. All previous moments fade, lost, overwhelmed by the present, the glorious tie beneath the black-and-tan male.\n\nThe mouth opens wide, whining, panting, exclaiming, ``Pa-wa!''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Every day that passed I waited for the other shoe to drop.  For Nala to tell her parents what had happened in the treehouse, maybe, though she could barely form words (she was two after all).  I could hardly believe that the parents hadn't spoken up, finding a sticky creampie in their Doberman daughter's diaper.  But neither thing happened.

Some way, somehow, I'd gotten away with bribing the neighbor's feral toddler with dog treats into staying nicely put while I pumped her heat-swollen pussy full of Dalmatian cum, all the while thinking she was the neighbor's puppy.

And now I saw her every day.  Their little girl's escape into Daryl's yard had gotten the two families to hit it off, and now they were setting up regular playdates between their two girls.  Just three days ago, I'd come about an inch from fucking my best friend's three-year-old sister, Dalia, and had actually fucked Nala, and no one knew any better.  I was still the eleven-year-old helping hand for the four-legged Fields family, happy enough to aid their live-in maid Gwen with the chores, diaper changing, and baths.  And though Mr. and Mrs. Dougherty were two-leggers, they were busy in the afternoons.

Which meant twice the work for Gwen and me.  Nala was still a baby, and wasn't potty trained, so I was tasked with changing her diaper.  My hands trembled whenever I did; by the time I cleaned her up and was ready to seal up a fresh diaper, she didn't look like a baby at all, to me.  She lay in front of me, her black-and-caramel legs spread wide, her inflated pussy still deep in heat, the smell intoxicating.  I couldn't help but imagine my fat cock spreading her wide, and maybe this time I'd knot her!  And she'd be squealing my name the whole time - though admittedly, she called me ``Ja-wa'' now that we'd been properly introduced.

But I didn't dare.  There were opportunities where I might have snuck off with her to the treehouse, or locked her in an upstairs room with me.  But I was by no means out of the woods.  There was every chance I'd knocked the young girl up, and when she swelled up and gave birth to a little, spotted boy or girl, I would be sunk.  My only hope was that it hadn't taken, and if I started fucking her now I'd be risking even more.  No, I had to wait until her heat was over.

``Ja-wed, come play!'' Dalia demanded.  She'd been getting jealous of all the time I'd been spending with Nala, though the two girls got along quite well.  The Great Dane girl almost seemed to have a mental connection to the toddler, able to translate quite well for the girlpup, though I'd only ever heard the Doberman say ``Ma-ma'', ``Pa-wa'', ``Ja-wa'' and ``Dala''.  She couldn't seem to get her tongue around ``Daryl''.

She explained, ``Nala wanna watch Puppy Powa.  We kin play!''

Daryl groaned, lying along the couch as usual.  ``I'm starting to think you're more friends with my sister than you are with me, Jared.

I protested.  ``There's a lot more to do now that Nala's staying over.  Should I just make Gwen deal with it all?''

``Yes?  That is what she's paid for.''

``No, no, no Gwen, wan Ja-wed!'' Dalia barked.

``Sorry, dude,'' I said, shrugging.  ``I'll throw you some tackleball in a bit, okay?''

``Oh, take your time,'' he growled.  ``I can entertain myself.''

Rolling my eyes, I followed Dalia up to the play room, leaving Nala with Gwen for once.  I hadn't really had a chance to talk to Dalia alone since blown me in the bathroom.  As much as I wanted to control myself around her, I was already tingling, my fur on end.  Leading the big dog inside, I deftly locked the door behind me, just in case.

``What is it?'' I asked, sensing this trip upstairs was about more than just a dollhouse.

The grey-furred female cocked her head at me.  ``Why no more Wed Wocket?  Nala wanna play again.  Me too!''  She stamped her foot.

``What do you mean, again?'' I gasped, glancing around.  How did Dalia know about what I did with Nala?  This was bad - really bad!

``She tole me boud it,'' the Great Dane replied simply.

``Th-that's supposed to be a secret - and how did she tell you?  She can barely speak!''

The impulsive little girl said, ``Duh...she showed me.  How come you neva...uh...''  She was searching for the right way to say it, herself.  Long sentences were a lot to keep track of for the three-year-old pup.  ``Neva geddup on my back?''

Fuck.  Now the talkative one had incriminating evidence.  If Nala was pregnant, I was in deep shit.  I knelt in front of Dalia and said, ``I wasn't supposed to.  I could get in big trouble, so please, please don't tell anyone.  Can you do that for me, Dalia?''

``Yeah,'' she nodded firmly.  ``But -''

``But what?'' I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.  ``You didn't already tell anyone, did you?''

She shook her head back and forth so that her limp ears flopped back and forth.  ``But I wanna play.  Like dat.  Nala liked it, good.  More dan Puppy Powa.''  Considering how often she wanted to watch Puppy Power, that was high praise!  I couldn't help but feel a little proud...of fucking a toddler really well.

``I'm glad, but...I really can't.''

With that, the Great Dane turned around, spread her legs, and lifted her tail, which might have been a bit more effective if she weren't wearing a diaper.  No, who am I kidding, I was already half hard from just talking to Dalia, now I was poking my jean shorts.  She begged over her shoulder, saying, ``Pleeeease?''

``Not here,'' I whispered.  Even with the lock on the door, the thin walls wouldn't hide everything.  I could literally hear the T.V. blaring from downstairs.  ``It's too loud.  Sorry, Dalia, but I can't.  You'll understand soon,'' I added.  In a few weeks, if Nala's belly started to grow.  In a few years otherwise.  I turned and grabbed at the lock and staggered into the hallway, escaping the sudden throbbing temptation in my pants.

And I left her with Nala to watch cartoons while I tossed the tackleball to Daryl.  This was it.  Normal, everyday eleven-year-old boy life, with everyday eleven-year-old boy problems.  I had to stop playing nursemaid for two smoking hot, eager little girls, and start sniffing after girls my own age, or there would be another Jared locked up behind bars!

Turns out I didn't really have much choice.

Thirty minutes into tossing the ball for Daryl, Gwen came running out the back door saying, ``There's a mess everywhere.  Mrs. Fields is gonna kill me!''

``Duty calls,'' I said to my groaning friend, as I placed the ball on the ground.

I noticed the kiddie pool that Gwen must have set up for the two girls, only it was bent off to the side, spilling almost half its amount onto the ground.  The ground was sopping wet with mud, but worse - the girls seemed to have played in the mud, wrecking the grass and ground.  But I gasped when I saw the muddy paw prints leading back to the house.  When I followed the Poodle inside, I saw what she meant.

Mud was everywhere, including on the couch, leading into the second T.V. room.  There were two naked, muddy girls cowering in the corner by an exasperated Gwen.  ``Dalia, you know better!'' the Poodle gasped, pointing her finger.

``Sowwy,'' she replied, though her face didn't reflect that emotion.  Especially when she added, ``Guess we need a baf...''

Now I saw her game.  And I wasn't about to play along with it.  ``Gwen, you can bathe the girls and I'll start cleaning the carpet.''

Gwen asked, ``Do you know how to use the wetvac?''

Fuck.  I didn't.  She said, ``If you can get the mud off the girls, I can focus on the living room.''  The Poodle gave a heavy sigh as she directed the eleven-year-old boy to give two horny toddlers a bath.  I couldn't say no, now, despite the obvious delight on Dalia's face.  Nala seemed as expressionless as ever, her ears pulled back as she was yelled at.

``Fine,'' I said, suppressing a groan.  I'd never minded before, so there was no use tipping off Gwen that something was different.

The girls ran, sopping with mud, into the tub, and I closed and locked the door behind me, flipping the lights and the loud overhead fan on.  ``That wasn't nice.''

Dalia cocked her head.  ``What you -''

``You got messy on purpose!'' I scolded, trying to ignore the fact that I'd done literally the same thing when I intentionally spilled orange soda on Dalia's diaper.  ``Now Gwen has to -''

``Now not loud.  We can play Wed Wocket!''

I groaned.  She wouldn't let it go.

``Nala doesn't want to play `hide the rocket'.  She doesn't even know what we're talking about,'' I said, putting my foot down.  I might have been willing to experiment with a willing dog, but Nala was a person, and she couldn't consent to this kind of game.  Even Dalia was too young to know what it really meant.

``Nuh uh,'' Dalia said, turning to her Doberman friend.  ``D'ya wanna do it again?'' she asked, wagging her tail.

My jaw dropped when the normally inexpressive, lost in her own world little girl looked over her shoulder at me, eye to eye, lifted her tail to reveal her glistening black spade, still bloated in her heat, and whined, ``Ja-wa.  Ja-wa!''

There was no way I was going to risk sticking it to the little Doberman again!  Grumbling, I started running the water and said, ``Let's get you girls cleaned up at least...''  Reluctantly, I took off my clothes, except my tighty-whities.  But Dalia wouldn't have that.  As I stepped into the now-warm, rising waters, she reached up with her big, droopy lips and grabbed on to the waistband of my undies, pulling down.  There was simply no use fighting it.  I was about to squeeze into the large bathtub with two feral toddlers, completely naked.  And one was in heat!  Odds were definitely on Dalia's side now.

While I worked the mud spots out of Dalia's undercoat, I felt Nala pressing against me.  She was putting her paw pad on each of my spots, as if she expected to also find mud - though she'd known me for three days now.  ``She likes dem,'' Dalia translated.

``Well thanks,'' I told the quiet girl.  ``I like your golden fur,'' I returned the compliment, rubbing some of the mud out of her caramel undercoat.

Then she pressed her pad up against my white sheath and I yipped, pushing her paw away.  Dalia said, ``She likes dat too.''

Gulping, I said, ``I - I'm flattered,'' my face red.  I'd never overestimate just how little these girls possessed shame.  ``But I really shouldn't.  It's supposed to stay, um, hidden.''

Dalia's ears perked up.  ``Hide the wocket!'' she exclaimed.  ``I'll show you, Nala,'' she continued.  I had a pretty good idea what the Great Dane pup was about to show her, but I couldn't bring myself to stop it.  Leaning back against the smooth tub, I bit my lip and watched in anticipation as Dalia lowered her muzzle to my crotch.

I quickly turned off the water so that it would stay below the level of my crotch, and groaned as the oversized puppy wrapped her wet lips around my sheath, pushing her tongue back and forth against the soft, white fur.  But it wasn't fur she wanted to lick, and she didn't have to wait long.  Gritting my teeth, I kept my hands to myself and let her do her thing, all the while cursing myself for being so weak.  Big, long licks ran up my balls and sheath, tickling my emerging tip until I was starting to really show.  Her saliva slicked up my dick and now it was growing exponentially, popping out of my sheath to show off my full size (except for the unswollen knot).

``Fuuu - frick, Dalia,'' I gasped, twitching in the open air, my damp butt firmly seated and legs spread.

``Now you try!'' she said to her friend.

``Wait, I -'' I tried to stammer, but the eager, mute little Dobie was too fast, taking Dalia's place between my legs.

For a girl with only three or four words, she was a quick learner.  Where I'd done all of the work back in the treehouse, this was all her.  Her slender muzzle was nothing like Dalia's, and I trembled as I watched the two-year-old slurp up the length of my rigid cock like it was a dog treat.  ``Careful,'' I gasped, and she pulled back so that her teeth weren't in play.  Gradually I began to hump up and down, making waves in the 3-inch deep water.

Dalia watched, tail wagging.  ``Good girl,'' she encouraged.  ``Lick da top!''

Groaning, I reflexively grabbed Nala's head in both hands as she lapped at my sensitive tip.  But God, it felt great.  She was lapping so fast now that the tip of her tongue would curl around and wet the top side of my dick, and now the water was really moving as my damp, black-spotted tail made waves.

``Now ya godda hide it,'' Dalia continued.

``Hey now,'' I protested.  While Dalia could fit the whole thing, Nala clearly couldn't!  But I didn't yank the toddler's head back when she crept closer, nosing my tip from above before opening her mouth and extending her long, pink tongue.  Down she bobbed her head, her teeth protected by her black gums, and it turned out she could take all of it - except the knot.  Where my sheath ended, my growing knot began, and where my knot ended, her wet, black nose quivered, her tongue working back and forth to slick up the underside of my cock all the way out to taste my musky balls.  My toes curled and I held myself there, afraid to move - not wanting this moment to ever end.

``You did it!'' Dalia said encouragingly.  I could hear the wetvac droning softly through the walls of the bathroom.  Whatever - the Fields get what they pay for.  Their employee was doing the dirty work and their volunteer was doing the dirty.  The Great Dane added, ``Now ged da wocket fill.''

I knew what that meant.  She probably didn't know what ``fuel'' was, so she thought I'd said ``fill'', but the little girl meant to guzzle my cum.  How was I going to refuse?  Panting, I readied myself to muzzlefuck the two-year-old Doberman.  But the quiet girl was confused, and pulled her muzzle off my dick, looking at Dalia with her ears raised.

``I'll show you,'' the big girl said, shoving between my legs and almost pushing the beautiful, black-and-gold pup away.  This was fine by me.  Dalia had a lot more experience licking.  Bracing my feet against the other side of the tub, I lifted my rump out of the water almost completely, hovering in the air for the Dane with my tail wagging slowly between her front legs.

And then she was on me, slurping right on my balls as if she somehow knew that's where the ``fill'' was stored.  ``Oh, God,'' I groaned, flexing my leg muscles to give weak, one-inch humps.

Nala, crinkled her forehead, not happy with the change of pace.  She shoved her way back between my legs, so that when Dalia lapped at my shaft, Nala was too.  Dalia growled, ``My turn!''

``Th-there's plenty for everyone,'' I gasped.

Nala was content to share, and Dalia, disgruntled, knew she was supposed to, and suddenly I had two wet tongues sliding up my cock together, one on each side wrapping around to meet on the top side.  It was like riding a force of nature - my hands were busy propping me up for the two girls, and I couldn't have controlled them both if I had wanted to.  Yet somehow I managed to hold off.  Dalia said, ``Keep up dere,'' before ducking her head back, lower.  Nala was happy to get my cock all to herself, slurping eagerly along the throbbing wet dick.

At least until she heard me groan in ecstasy from what Dalia was doing.  The curious Doberman took a break to watch her big friend absolutely lay into my tail hole, fierce licks that kept her cold nose up against my balls, slurping me in a way I'd grown to love.  This went far beyond rimming, as she pushed as much of her huge tongue inside me as she could and it took all I could to stay relaxed and not squeeze her out.  Insistent, Nala nudged Dalia's muzzle with her own until the Great Dane stopped.  ``Hey,'' I gasped, suddenly getting no attention.

``She wansa try,'' Dalia explained, though she sounded a bit disappointed.  But in the principle of sharing, she stood up and gave my asshole over to the little girl I'd bred three days ago.

The shorter Doberman had still had to crouch down, lowering herself into the water.  But she didn't mind, and the second girl in my life unhesitatingly went straight for my tailhole.  Her tongue was far thinner, but that meant she could push it even deeper, curling her tongue up and penetrating me.  I think she looked pretty cute with my balls on her nose.  Not that I could see her for long, because Dalia stood right next to her, towering above the sexy little two-year-old.  The Great Dane lowered her huge muzzle to my cock and engulfed me, her nose tickling my tip as she washed my entire shaft in drool all at once.

Getting eaten out by Nala was an entirely different experience, and a lot less painful.  I almost felt like I could do this forever, if my balls weren't already twitching.  Two muzzles sandwiched my testes, and I felt easily as wet as when my rump was in the water itself.  What could I do?  I was just a Middle School kid, getting sucked off by two hot ferals.  I doubt any of the other boys at school could say they were as lucky!  I groaned, and Dalia correctly interpreted that sound from experience.  She pulled away from my drool-soaked dick and nudged Nala, saying, ``Here comes da fill.''

Nala glanced curiously at my throbbing cock, but nothing was happening.  The warm dampness coated my cock, but without a tongue to stroke me off, I was perched at the edge and trembling, by balls ready to burst.  But the curious, quiet two-year-old sat plainly between my legs as I grunted and sank back into the shallow tub water, my dick pointing up at her face.  I was about to yank myself off, but I didn't need to.  Nala dipped her head down, ears up, and gave my tapered, red tip a last slurp.  With a contented groan, I let loose, the first spurt launching right up against gravity but still managing to paint the Doberman's muzzle, almost hitting her eye.  Startled, she rolled with it, taking the second spurt across the forehead and the third into her open mouth.  Before I could even yelp, she'd wrapped her entire muzzle around my dick again, slurping every shot right down her cute little throat.

My first nut of the day was always a bit bigger and longer - strange to say, since before I'd started giving ``baths'' to Dalia, cumming more than once a day had seemed unthinkable - and I kept my paws to the side, letting her squeezing tongue work it all out of me.  I humped in short bursts, clenching my balls as I fed the greedy toddler for the second time - the first being under her tail.  One minute passed, then two, but that was my typical limit.  I didn't understand how the pornstars in the videos I'd managed to view on mute in the library kept it going for fifteen, even twenty minutes!

``You godd some on her face,'' Dalia noted, before looming over the obedient Doberman and lapping my cum right off her.

With a gentle shove, I convinced the little girl to get off my oversensitive dick, groaning.  God damn, that felt good.  Why don't adults just do this all the time?  Maybe they do, just behind closed doors.  I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and when I opened them, Dalia was in my face.  ``Nala says id tasted bedder last time.  But I like id.''

When I'd mounted the girl from behind, thinking she was just a mindless animal.  ``Well -''

Dalia interrupted.  ``Ged on my back!'' she urged, needily, dancing in a circle before raising her tail for me, the big Great Dane looking eagerly over her shoulder as she presented.  As much as I wanted to try out her tight little pussy, it would kill me at the moment, my cock still twitching from Nala's blowjob.

``I can't.  But...we can play `hide the rocket'...'' I offered.

I realized I had a separate problem, as Nala mimicked Dalia's pose just to the left of her.  Now I had a caramel colored rump next to blue, their tails curled over each other, two pristine puppy pussies winking eagerly at me.  Despite Nala being almost half the size of the Great Dane, her fertile spade was engorged and trembling, bigger and much more flexible than the tight, small entrance on Dalia.  Though I hadn't tied Nala (thank God, or I'd have been caught red-knotted, I felt like I could have.  Looking at Dalia, I wasn't even sure I could fit much less knot.

``I know!'' I said, remembering the smaller, black-and-white shuttle from our first illicit bathtime.  I grabbed it and the red rocket, turning back to the eager girls.  ``We'll see who can hide theirs better!''  The toys flew through the air and took a quick detour down into the soapy water before looping through the air.

If Dalia noticed that the smaller bath toy was coming her way, she didn't mention it, biting her lip as she waited my approach of their raised rumps.  Nala was panting, her trifold mound bouncing up and down as the larger, red rocket flew through the air - until both rockets darted under their tails and I said, ``Quick!  We've got to hide!''

Both girls spread their hind legs and stabilized themselves as the toys flew to the only convenient hiding place.  Nala, on the left, watched over her right shoulder, and Dalia watched over her left, each dog curling to combine into what looked astonishingly like a heart, their heads side by side as they stared back at their nearly-touching spades.

I tried my best to keep the rockets even, even though the red toy was an inch-and-a-half wide to the other's inch.  I teased both of them with the tapered tip of the rubbery bath toys, enjoying as they instinctively clenched.  Dalia was biting her lip, even though she'd experienced this before.  ``Quick, into these caves!  Initiating docking procedures!'' I exclaimed, straightening each rocket so that they lined up perfectly, the base of the white shuttle touching the futuristic pointy landing feet of the red rocket.

They both gasped as I penetrated them, the intrepid pilots of each ship sinking head-first into dark, mostly pink tunnels.  The little nub at the base of each girl's vulva rubbed slowly against the underside of each ship, the shaft beginning to shove the two toddler's pussies open wider and wider.  Nala had no trouble taking the rapidly widening sci-fi rocket, after all, it mirrored my own cock by bulging widest in the middle.  Her tongue dangled as she groaned, tail curled off to the side to give me better access.

``I'm winning!'' Dalia proclaimed, which was only true because the space shuttle stayed the same width until it flared out at the bottom.  Her tight cunny still spread neatly over the spaceship, just like before, and she grunted and clenched down around the shuttle so hard I had to steady the scrunched up vessel - the captain inside surely crushed.

But both girls could see first hand as Nala reclaimed the lead.  The shuttle slowly widened to match the majority of the red rocket, but Nala's fat, trembling pussy was already stretching around the widest part.  Her grey spade was stretched out easily, showing off her pink insides as the bigger toy plunged into her depths.  ``Harder!'' Dalia cried, not wanting to lose quite so badly.

Biting my lip, I complied.  So far, this test had confirmed my belief that Dalia just wasn't ready to take a full-sized cock, knot or no knot.  But I did want to see her true limits.  Unlike last time, I steadied the shuttle in my palm and kept pushing, the ever-widening base of the space shuttle stretching the Great Dane wider and wider than she'd ever been.  It was hard to tell which toy was deeper, since we couldn't see much of the cockpits anymore, but we could see how stretched each girl was.

``Unngh, more,'' Dalia groaned, more from competitiveness than pleasure.   She wiggled her hips as she pushed back against the shuttle, finally nearing the inch-and-a-half wide that Nala had basically started at.  Nala's spade was quivering now around the very widest part of the classic sci-fi rocket.  The Doberman started to hump her hips, groaning noisily, and before I knew what was happening, she humped back hard enough to hilt herself on the toy, breaching the widest part of the toy and engulfing the entire thing up to but not including the four rubber feet.  I groaned at the way her pussy bulged out in all directions, the bulge the shaft was making in her slender, caramel belly making me drool.  She'd taken it all eagerly, while Dalia was barely halfway down her own toy.

``No faiw!'' Dalia exclaimed, but there was nothing I could do for her.  ``I wanna play too!''

Groaning, I looked down to see my own rocket throbbing to life, despite the residual pain of cumming too recently.  Dalia looked enviously at my dick, knowing that she couldn't take it yet, not if she couldn't even take the space shuttle!  ``Sorry, Dalia.  Nala wins.''

I grabbed the feet of the red rocket and began to pull it out of the greedy Doberman, who squeezed down around it, humping weakly in the air.  I had to use both hands, and before I knew it, Dalia squeezed down around her shuttle, turned around, and sat.  She landed her whole Great Dane weight on the spacecraft, gaining another centimeter deep and wide in just a second.  She sat there, pushing down against the toy, trying and failing to slam her pussy down around the widening ship.  She growled, ``Gonna ged id.  Some day.  Soon,'' she groaned, grinding her hips.  Yet still half the shuttle was clearly visible.

Nala, the winner, couldn't hold the toy from both my hands.  I put one on her rump and squeezed the back feet of the rocket and pulled it out of the whimpering dog.  She clearly wanted it inside her, but I wanted to see her gaping pussy, and I won.  When the toy finally popped out, I bit my lip, watching her barely-lit tunnel squelch back together, still wider than before.  Could she take my knot, now?  No - I couldn't think like that or I'd...

She wasn't going to sit idly by.  Turning to face me where I knelt, the quiet girl whined, ``Ja-wa!''  Suddenly she was nose-to-nose with me, eyes narrowed.  How had I ever thought she was just a dog?  Her casual submissiveness in the treehouse was gone now, replaced by earnest desire.  I backed up, nervously, not used to such an expression from a Doberman, even one so clearly smaller than me.  I went from kneeling to flat on my ass as she kept going forward, sniffing my face, pushing further until my spotted back was curled up against the curved bathtub, the eager Dobie basically climbing into my lap.

``Uh, hey...'' I protested lamely.  I guess Nala wasn't the kind of girl you just teased.

Only then did I notice she was crouched over me, something warm and notably wet squishing up against my throbbing cock.  I looked down, and the two-year-old was sliding her puffy spade up and down the base of my dick, slicking me up with her aroused heat juice.  ``W-wait -'' I gasped.  I didn't have a condom or anything.  I'd never planned on anything going this far.  I was out of the toddler-fucking business!  But Nala didn't seem to know (or care?) about consent.  She slid all the way up my bright, red erection until the little nub at the end of her pussy hooked over my tip.  There was no backing out for me now, the sexy little toddler trembling on the end of my dick.  Staring into her begging, puppy dog eyes, I slid my hands around her back, embracing her just before she sank herself down onto my shaft.

Dalia watched from a distance, bouncing up and down on the toy, her eyes wide.  She said in a hushed whisper, ``Dawkin pwocedews inchiated.''

``Oh, Nala,'' I groaned, her fat pussy splaying itself around the tapered top half of my cock.  I knew she could handle it - I wasn't quite as wide as the toy, though it was a bit more compressible.  My paws slid to her rump, guiding her up and down slowly to help her adjust to her second helping of real dog cock.  She stared at me, eyes half-lidded, panting as she worked herself up and down, her tail splashing the shallow water behind us.  Had I no self-control?  She was in heat, and I'd already fucked up once with her.  If that time had been too early to get her pregnant, then three days later was definitely not safe.  She might very well be at the peak of her fertility, and here I was slamming my drooling tip halfway up her vagina, smearing who knew how much pre-cum into her underage pussy.   But she was so perfect in my arms, just the right size to sit on my lap and really dig deep, my chest brushing up against hers.

Nala didn't say anything, she just tilted her head, and like that, we were kissing.  Did I initiate it, or her?  Had she seen something like that on Puppy Power?  All I know is that our muzzles were locked together now, and I was twirling my tongue back and forth with hers, exploring my first kiss with a girl.  A girl one-fifth my age...

Dalia apparently wasn't of the same mind, saying, ``Gwoss!''

But we didn't care, and I made out with the young Doberman, all while humping up harder and harder into her clenching, eager tunnel.  She sank down around my widest part and then jolted down the rest of the way, resting her pussy lips on my half-formed knot.  No further, I realized, as knotting a bitch in heat was the surest way for me to end up in prison.

``Ja-wa!'' she whimpered again, breaking our kiss to toss her head back, and howl, her eyes rolling back in her head.  That would definitely go through the bathroom walls, but no one would know exactly what she was howling about.  Her cute little paws dug into my chest as she pushed on me to swing her hips down harder, vulva wetly slurping up against my growing knot.

Dalia finally gave up on her toy practice, padding quizzically up to the two of us, snuffling noisily.  I yelped when her large, warm tongue bathed our conjoined genitals, and I almost lost it before I could pull out.  Biting my lip, I watched as the three-year-old - who'd thought the idea of kissing was gross - lifted her great muzzle up beneath Nala's tail and began to lap, forcefully, at the Doberman's tailhole.  Nala groaned and splayed her tail, clearly enjoying that as much as I had grown to, her twin tunnels convulsing as they were both stuffed with pink organs.

``Okay,'' I groaned.  ``That's enough.  Gotta...pull out...or you won't get to drink the rocket fuel!'' I explained to the two girls, my balls trembling.

Nala shook her head, and Dalia cocked hers, protesting, ``Bud you hafta hide it all, first.''

``No,'' I groaned, ``I - wait!''  My explanation came too slowly for the Great Dane.  The underage little bitch could see a full two-inches of knot pressed up against Nala's stretchy cunt, not realizing that we'd get stuck together!  Before I could stop her, Dalia jumped out of the water onto Nala's back, her paws landing heavily on the Doberman's waist.  The eighty-pound girl pushed down with all her might.

Nala yipped and sank down around my shaft, her puffy, heat-swollen spade spreading almost all the way apart around my swollen knot, stretched wide and straining.  Gasping, I tried to lift her up, off of me, but Dalia was too heavy.  I watched in awe as Nala's face distorted in front of me, her jaw dropping, tongue dangling out.  Her lips scrunched upward and her eyes widened, rolling back in her head as the two-year-old hit her third orgasm in her short life.  ``Wai -'' I gasped again, but it was too late.

Nala humped.  She slammed her hips down, rocking them in short, ecstatic bursts, and a loud, wet pop! signaled the moment she went from stretched around the middle of my bulge to sitting firmly around it.  Her black spade stretched lewdly over my eleven-year-old knot, squeezing tightly down and tying us together.  Nala, never having been knotted before, glanced down in awe before she leaned forward and kept hammering her hips, tugging up and down on my captive dick as she milked me, her whole body trembling in my arms.

``Oh...whoops,'' Dalia said, seeing quite clearly that there was no pulling off of me now.

Wrapping my arms around the fifty-pound bitch, I knew it was too late to stop.  Might as well enjoy it if I was going to jail anyway!  Squeezing her tight, I pumped up and let loose, balls convulsing as I splattered her pussy for the second time, a full two inches deeper and with nowhere else for the cum to go but up - up into her fertile womb.  Together, we groaned and strained together, head swirling as I tried to deal with the waves of pleasure echoing through my body from my dick to my nose.

Dalia was waiting expectantly with her muzzle ducked under Nala's tail, but she was disappointed when not a drop escaped.  Still, she seemed interested in the show, my pulsing balls plastering Nala deep past our throbbing tie.

``F-fuck, Nala...you're so...hot!'' I groaned, looking into her eyes.

But she didn't and couldn't really respond.  She just shivered and pumped her hips, accepting my load, no more able to return the compliment than actually pronounce my name.  I never thought my first two times would be with a girl too young to even understand the terrible consequences of the intense bliss we were both enjoying.  Was she going to be a mother before she could even speak?  I knew I was going to regret this in about one minute, so I shook my head and let all my concerns slide for the moment, leg muscles clenched as I drilled up as far as I could go.

Tying was truly something else.  I winced and groaned as my climax finally faded, Nala's squeezing spade milking me.  Where I would have been done before, now I was constantly at the edge of orgasm, panting and groaning as my balls worked over time, really doing my damnedest to knock the toddler up.  We panted together now, our hot breath mixing between us, until I tilted my muzzle and kissed her again, bouncing her on my lap in a twisted parody of what a responsible caretaker might do.

As stupid as it was, what we did, I knew that she didn't know or care.  There'd be no moment of awkwardness after I pulled out of her.  No desire or clinginess, fear or regret.  She'd just be happy and care-free, unaware of what we'd just done.  Dalia didn't know any better either, waiting impatiently as I bred her new best friend.  As far as she was concerned, my big mistake was something she wanted me to do to her.  What had I gotten myself into?

Nala seemed bored when I finally shrank enough to tug her off of me.  Her constant orgasm had faded and now she wanted to play with her friend in the bathtub.  She popped off of me, and Dalia finally got her meal, helpfully slurping up Nala's sopping pussy until she'd guzzled every last drop that hadn't made it into the two-year-old's fertile womb, before turning to lap up my cock.  I wasn't in the mood, to be sure.  Quiet, I cleaned the two girls up as best I could, finally soaping up and washing off the mud Dalia had used to get us in the tub together.

They had no idea, splashing and playing happily, Dalia talking about Puppy Power while Nala listened intently, a one-sided conversation that I simply couldn't understand.

What was I going to do?  I'd knotted her, deep in her heat.  It would be foolish to think I hadn't gotten Nala pregnant, and I could blame the two girls all I wanted to the judge...that wasn't going to work.  I felt cold and dull inside, drying the girls off and rejoining Gwen and Daryl just long enough to collect my things and trudge home.

* * * * *

Life is always a blur.  One scent, one sound, then the next.  People come, people go.  Papa, Mama, Dalia, Jared.  Mouth can not form the words.  A confusing world of patterns and predictions, sometimes reliable, but usually not.

Dalia is there more often, and Jared, and the parents are there less.  Rarely all four together.   Jared plays different - the game he played had been a lot of fun, but no repeats.  Every attempt to play again failed for days, eternity.  Until the bathtub!  Now the pattern was clear: naked, alone, with a male, fun, fun game!

Would it happen again?

The muzzle up against his musky crotch.  Diaper off and showing him, tail wagging.  Nothing.  Sometimes it took time.  Rub the rump up against him, whining softly, before turning to nuzzle his underwear again.  Pushing the nose through the cloth, cold and wet against the light brown sheath, his scent so strong.

And then the underpants fall away and the tongue touched fur, then skin, coaxing him out.  The taste is good, but not as good as the end of the pattern.  He stands fully out, red and rigid - turn around again.

For a third time, the pattern works.  Strong hands grip the hips as his ``red rocket'' lines up behind.  Hide it!  That's the goal.  Pushing back against him, the caramel pink stretching once again.  Yes!  This is the game.  It isn't Jared, but why would that matter?

Back and forth, rocking.  The tail wags as he groans.  Panting meets his panting.  Don't pull out!  He is trying, but Dalia showed how to hide it.  Grit the teeth, push back hard at just the right time, moaning and shuddering as the pink stretches wide, hide, pride!  Whining into the bathroom walls.  All previous moments fade, lost, overwhelmed by the present, the glorious tie beneath the black-and-tan male.

The mouth opens wide, whining, panting, exclaiming, ``Pa-wa!''

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