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  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Continuing directly from Reforming Riley, Abigail&#039;s day only gets worse as she finds herself surrounded by Riley&#039;s bitch-busting entourage. There, she finds out firsthand what her actions have led her to, and <em>exactly</em> what her religion has done for her. <span class='strikethrough'>James 1:12</span><br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Looking to get a front row seat to the action? Starting at $5 a month, you can access brand new stories as they&#039;re being written, and get early access to them for four weeks ahead of the public by joining the Official Thakur Subscribestar Adult channel! <br /><br /><a href=\"https://subscribestar.adult/thakur\" rel=\"nofollow\">https://subscribestar.adult/thakur</a><br /><br />Don&#039;t forget: even if you can&#039;t afford to contribute, you can still subscribe to the Positive Vibes tier and get access to the Thakur Story Forum absolutely FREE!!! Chat on Discord with like-minded individuals, fans and collaborators, including the big cat himself. And the best part? Instant access to ALL of his classic stories over the past 15 years! Sign up for free today, and upgrade when you can!<br /><br />As always, check out Thakur on his other galleries for maximum coverage:<br />FurAffinity(<a href=\"https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/thakurcat/\" rel=\"nofollow\">https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/thakurcat/</a>)<br />SoFurry(<a href=\"https://thakur.sofurry.com/\" rel=\"nofollow\">https://thakur.sofurry.com/</a>)<br />ArchiveOfOurOwn(<a href=\"https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThakurCat\" rel=\"nofollow\">https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThakurCat</a>)<br />InkBunny(<a href=\"https://inkbunny.net/gallery/Thakur/1/72e7ce2250\" rel=\"nofollow\">https://inkbunny.net/gallery/Thakur/1/72e7ce2250</a>)<br /><br />Thanks to my former Patreon supporters: Guri, Nichizue, AlexW, Stell, Dotoro, Frosti, Rob Baird, Rokanoss, Geko7, Lost Jungle, pupapo, lonewoof and wolfman! Special thanks to my official adaptation artist Baylong for providing pictures to accompany my stories! And thanks to DreamGod for formatting and upkeep of my libraries! <br /></span>",
  "writing": "``Hey, no fair! You started without us!'' Ban whined, though in truth he was more than happy to see that his friend Riley had already secured the entertainment for the evening. After yesterday's failed hunt, the Beauceron was fucking [i]horny[/i].\n\nHe and Randy had only just arrived at the stray dog's abandoned shack to find the pure-bred Doberman seated with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. In a sloppy puddle on the ground behind him lay a bright, orangish-brown bitch - another stray judging by her lack of collar. Riley's cock throbbed inside of her, still [i]splurting[/i] warm fluids out her pussy. A Hungarian Vizsla to look at her, with a wide, square nose and flattened, floppy ears. She took one look at the new arrivals and trembled.\n\nBan couldn't blame her. The Doberman could be a lot to handle [i]alone[/i], much less with his Beauceron and Rottweiler friends. This bitch was in for more than she'd bargained for. Riley grinned and said, \"Randy! Bandit! 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The little bitch just shivered, closing her eyes. \"Don't be shy, my dear, these are my [i]friends![/i]'' he grinned, wagging his stumpy tail.\n\nBan had to hold back a thick laugh just imagining his idol, Riley, ever getting married. The stray found a new bitch to pump every day, a luxury Bandit and Randy couldn't afford, with their owners. Thankfully, both masters frequently let their dogs run free overnight. The Rottweiler's master even [i]encouraged[/i] Randy to go out and knock up some bitches! Bandit's owner probably had no clue what he got up to on his long walks.\n\n\"Oh, I know the problem,'' Riley said, voice dripping with a sort of venom Ban hadn't heard in years. It was like every word was chosen to hurt the Vizsla as much as possible. What had she done to deserve this tone? Riley gritted his teeth and humped his hips forward, [i]popping[/i] out of the heat-swollen bitch. A small river of fresh cum spilled out of her onto the trash-filled ground. The Doberman continued, \"Go on, introduce yourself! If you want to get married, you'd better at least get to know my buddies.''\n\nAbby shot the Doberman a look that suggested the last thing on Earth she wanted to do was marry Riley, much less meet his friends. But her words didn't match her appearance. With a sigh, the young bitch stood up and said, \"H-hi...I'm...Abigail.''\n\nRandy might be shorter than Riley, but he was definitely the bigger dog. He gave Abby a toothy grin and said, \"Name's Randy, and believe me, [i]the pleasure is mine[/i].''\n\nWhile Riley casually licked off his wet dick, Bandit stepped forward, smiling. \"I'm Bandit, but my friends call me `Ban'.''\n\nThe Vizsla nodded slowly, but appeared about ready to bolt. Bandit knew that look well, and tensed his muscles, readying himself. But she didn't run quite yet. Riley laughed, turning to face the three of them and say, \"You won't believe how tight this bitch is. 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He stood back - at least she'd be a nice, slick screw when his turn came around.\n\nOblivious to the Rottweiler stepping up behind her, Abby protested, \"I'm here for you, not them!\n\n\"Friends share, darling. What kind of host would I be if I kept you all to myself?''\n\n\"But I'm in heat!'' she whined.\n\nThe Rottweiler lowered his snout and took a big, wet sniff of Abigail's soiled rump, sounding like a true connoisseur as he said, \"Oh, we're [i]well[/i] aware of [i]that[/i].''\n\nThe Vizsla gasped, jumping forward until she nearly ran into Riley. The Doberman laughed, realizing what the problem probably was. \"Don't worry. Odds are [i]most[/i] of your puppies will be by me.''\n\nBandit watched the rust-colored canine shiver. She drooped to the floor and begged, \"No, please! Let me go - I promise I won't bother you again. You've made your point!''\n\nRiley just smiled sadly, saying, \"She's finally learning. 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Randy's thrust pushed it aside, and in one smooth motion...\n\n[i]Schloooooooorp![/i]\n\nBrilliant white cum sprayed out of her, dripping down Randy's thighs. Riley had left her well greased, but the Rottweiler's cock was so thick that most of that lubrication was lost on the first thrust. Ran barreled forward, hilting himself in his unwilling bitch. With a wide, Rottie grin, he said, \"What is this, your [i]first[/i] time?'' despite evidence to the contrary. \"You're as tight as a Cocker Spaniel!''\n\n[i]She won't be, by the time Randy's through with her, [/i]Bandit thought, ears flat.\n\nAbigail didn't respond, no doubt trying to fight the intense pleasure pumping into her swollen pussy. Riley answered for her, explaining, \"Unless my `fiancee' has been getting some on the side, this is her third time. A lucky bitch to get such a complete introduction to how the world is supposed to work during her first heat!''\n\nBandit stepped beside the conjoined canines, watched casually as he agreed with Riley. \"I still come across bitches two or three years old, never held a cock between their legs, who think there's something better than fucking! The last two I left moaning and bloated had the nerve to [i]complain![/i]''\n\nBandit simply couldn't get the poodle and collie out of his head. [i]You know nothing[/i], they'd said. The collie even told him he'd ruined her life, and begged him not to do it to another bitch. Randy's vacation timing couldn't have been better. The whole world made a lot more sense when he was hunting with his friends. They understood the truth of the situation.\n\nThe Rottweiler grunted and humped, saying through gritted teeth, \"It's completely different in Seattle. The bitches there know their place - panting beneath us.'' With a grin, he looked at Riley and said, \"And they don't try to marry you, either.''\n\nBandit nodded fervently. \"Here, it's all `God this' and `God that'. God wouldn't have given you a cunt if he didn't want you fucked!''\n\nRandy chuckled, \"I mean look at [i]this [/i]bitch - she's loving it, now!''\n\nBandit glanced over at the two. Sure enough, the Vizsla was bucking her hips up and down, whimpering. Her ears might be flat and her tail between her legs, but her clenching hips were definitely saying `yes'.\n\nThe Doberman looked Bandit in the eye with a strange seriousness on his face. He said, \"You're both giving them too much credit. Who cares what a bitch really wants or feels? All I care about is the next fertile cunt around my cock.''\n\n\"Yeah,'' Bandit agreed. Riley always had been the thinker of the trio. Why, the Doberman had taught Ban everything he knew! All the doubts that had been piling up in the Beauceron's gut began to ease, melting away like ice cream on a hot day.\n\nRiley said, \"You know what? Why [i]do[/i] we let our bitches go after just one night? We'd bag a lot more pussy if we didn't have to go hunting fresh meat every day. I'm starting to think the junkyard dogs are right.''\n\nBandit froze so fast, the ice cream resolidified. The [i]mastiffs[/i] were [b][i]right[/i][/b][i]?[/i] Ban had seen what Rufus and Brutus did to the bitches they caught. Riley had to know, too; they'd both watched as a half-dead, bleeding Brittany was dragged out by the owner, Bob, and tossed in the backseat of his car. Gashes and bites were the least of it - she didn't look like she'd eaten in weeks, despite being swollen with pups. The huge dogs had used her until there was nothing left, and Ban wasn't sure she'd even survive another night.\n\n\"Hey...'' he started to object, but he was interrupted by Randy's ear-splitting howl. The steady [i]thud, thud, thud[/i] of the Rottweiler's thickening knot against Abby's sore pussy was replaced by a loud [i]pop![/i] Bandit looked over to see the Vizsla's cunt bulging again, absolutely filled to brim with the big, black dog's bulbus glandis.\n\nRandy leaned forward and pounded in fast, swift strokes, ignoring her soft whimpers of \"No, [i]please![/i] You can't - I'm in heat!''\n\n\"Don't you think I know that?'' Randy grunted, biting his lip. \"I'm trying to squeeze as many of [i]my[/i] pups as I can in there, next to Riley's.''\n\nAbigail dropped her jaw. \"But, but I -'' before her words fading into a screaming moan, her hips bouncing wildly up and down around the Rottweiler. \"Unnnnhhh!'' she moaned.\n\nBandit laughed. \"Give it to her! She's begging for it!''\n\nRandy groaned, \"Bitch, here it comes!''\n\nEven standing three feet away, the Beauceron could hear the mighty [i]sploosh[/i] of Rottweiler cum spraying into her like a firehose. Abby just moaned and humped her hips, no choice but to guzzle every last drop. The thick knot sealed it all in, her lips stretched so thin he could see red veins. \"Noooo!'' she wailed, thought she was clearly enjoying it. Her [i]tail[/i] was even wagging! Why did bitches always pretend like sex was the worst thing in the world?\n\nRandy turned around, tongue hanging out. He kept on pumping her while she squeezed and clenched around him, milking him. Inside, two sets of fresh, bubbling cum were churning together into one fertile pool. Bandit couldn't wait to join in - but he'd have to, knowing Randy.\n\nSure enough, nearly fifteen minutes passed before Randy tugged loose, a large splash of fluid gushing out of her cunt. \"Damn, Riley, where do you [i]find[/i] these bitches?''\n\nRiley chuckled, \"Swear to God, [i]she[/i] came to [i]me[/i].''\n\n\"Horny little slut,'' the Rottweiler grinned. \"Guess she came to the right place!''\n\nRiley rolled his eyes. \"She says she came here wanting a husband, and [i]that[/i] just ain't going to happen. What she [i]really[/i] wanted was a nice, thorough fucking, and that's exactly what she'll get.''\n\nBan wasn't so sure. The Vizsla looked absolutely miserable, lying on the floor in a heap. Her vulva lay stretched and open, leaking warm cum onto the floor. Whimpering, she spoke almost like she was talking to herself, and sobbed, \"No. No! I didn't want this...''\n\nBandit walked up behind her, pausing. She sure looked happy when she was cumming! But it hadn't taken long for her face to darken afterward. Maybe she just needed another thick cock to make her feel better, and he had just the thing. Watching Randy at work always turned the Beauceron on, his knot already mostly swollen. Tying her would be a bitch! He'd better get started or his bulge would get so big he'd [i]never[/i] get in.\n\nHe put an experimental paw on the Vizsla's back. She whined, but didn't fight it. In fact, she stood on wobbly legs, pulling her tail aside. Bandit could barely make out her whisper: \"Get it over with.''\n\nSo, she [i]did[/i] want it! She didn't look or sound too pleased, but Ban took her at her word. While Riley and Randy started to talk, Bandit got busy, hopping onto Abby's proffered rump. He slid his erection right up against her dripping lips, feeling the slippery river spill onto his dick. Maybe getting his knot in wouldn't be so tough after all!\n\n\"Ready?'' Bandit asked, adjusting his hips.\n\nAbigail stared straight ahead, silently.\n\n\"I'll take that as a yes,'' Ban shrugged. He jabbed forward, and instantly his dick was swimming in her tight, wet cunt. She still squeezed around him, but the greasy cum that coated her let the Beauceron slide all the way to his knot, [i]thudding[/i] to a stop. Abigail rocked forward from the force of the impact, whining.\n\nHis friend's cum [i]slurped[/i] out of her, quickly running across Ban's knot. He humped again, enjoying the wet, warm [i]squick![/i] of his bulge pressing up against her heat-swollen mound. Bandit let his tongue hang out of his mouth, groaning, \"She's like a bucket of cum!''\n\nHer whines were emphasized by her quick, [i]slurping[/i] humps. Say what she will, each time she was mounted she dissolved into a shuddering, moaning whore. She must have realized what would happen if she sought Riley out. Bandit was just doing the Vizsla a service. The three dogs would fuck her ragged, and she could keep pretending that she didn't want it. Would that satisfy her God?\n\nBandit pounded faster, until his hips were a blur of black and caramel, stuffing the horny Hungarian again and again. Each time, his slick knot squeezed deeper, stretching her quivering pussy just a bit farther. She'd just taken all of Randy, she could easily handle Bandit. Grimacing, the sleek dog said, \"Almost...in!''\n\nAbby squealed beneath him, speechless. Her meekness allowed the Beauceron to hear what his friends were saying. Riley was finishing a sentence with, \"...should we even let her go?''\n\nRandy said, \"She'll already be waddling from all of our cum. If she isn't pregnant, it'd be a miracle. So why hold on to her?''\n\nBan [i]popped[/i] his knot into the quivering bitch, sealing himself inside of her. Her pussy bulged comfortably tight around the thick base of his cock, her vice-like grip almost sending him over the top. He barely heard Riley's response: \"I've had hundreds of puppies. I don't care if it has more, I just want to fuck it.''\n\nAbby heard loud and clear, though. She flattened her ears and [i]whined[/i], digging her claws into the ground beneath her. Ban didn't know what his friends would decide, but he didn't care. He had more important matters to take care of. His short thrusts [i]sloshed[/i] inside of her, swimming in a lewd combination of his friends' copious contributions. [i]Number three, coming right up[/i], he thought to himself, saying, \"Spread those legs wide and take it like a good girl!''\n\nShe did just that, rolling her rust-colored hips in a jerky circle, voice already raw from yipping. Bandit held on as tight as he could, but the way her pussy clenched and pulled on his cock was too much. He began to bark, loudly and often, balls pumping large quantities of fresh juice into her stuffed hole. She tossed her head back and [i]howled[/i], humping back and milking the Beauceron for every last fertile drop. [i]Oh, she wants me. She wants me [/i]bad.\n\nBandit was more than happy to oblige, groaning with each heavy [i]splurt[/i]. He sprayed her sopping insides, joining his friends in her crowded womb. He might not be first, and he might not fill her the most, but he had quite a fair chance at claiming her womb. His eyes rolled up in his head, imagining Abigail weeks later, filled to the brim with a mixed litter. Every day that he could breed a bitch in heat was a good day in Ban's opinion.\n\nIf Ban was satisfied, Abigail was ecstatic! The Vizsla was whining and humping and squeezing and moaning, all at the same time. Bandit could barely hold on as the bitch squirmed beneath him, her distended tunnel relaxing only to contract tightly again, keeping the Beauceron's cock buried as deeply as possible while it still [i]squirted[/i] inside. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, drooling in a very unladylike manner, but she didn't care. All that seemed matter to her was her shuddering, mind-blowing orgasm.\n\nBandit groaned, his cock starting to hurt inside of her. Luckily, she was finally starting to cool off, so he said, \"Well, go ahead, say it.''\n\nAbby shivered beneath him, panting so fast the trash on the ground was flipping end over end in a mad rush to get away from her. \"What...?'' she said with such a dry flat tone that Bandit was taken aback.\n\n\"I was thinking a `Thank you, Ban,' was in order...'' he suggested.\n\n\"Go to hell, [i]Bandit[/i],'' she said, stressing the last word.\n\n\"My friends call me Ban.''\n\n\"I [i]know[/i].''\n\nBan growled, surprised at the sudden hostility. \"Damn, girl! What crawled up your butt and died?''\n\nThe Vizsla gave him a sharp look over her shoulder, taking a deep breath before saying, \"You really don't get it, do you? You really think I wanted that...!''\n\n\"I'm not sure which shed [i]you[/i] were in. From where I was humping, you were pretty fucking happy!'' Bandit said, voice rising.\n\nAbigail shook her head. Bandit could swear she was [i]pitying[/i] him. She said, \"The other two don't care what I think, but at least they know. [i]You're [/i]just too stupid to understand.''\n\nHe was getting awfully tired of bitches calling him stupid and ignorant. The fur on his nape bristled, and he said, \"Well, fuck you, too, [i]bitch[/i]. You try to do something nice for someone! I'm done talking to you.'' To illustrate that point, Bandit lifted his leg and spun away from her, his pulsing balls squeezing up against her thin, brown tail. Abby didn't say anything else, just whimpering behind him.\n\n\"Well, how was she?'' the Rottweiler grinned at Ban.\n\n\"As stubborn as always,'' he growled.\n\nRiley spoke loudly and clearly, making sure that Abigail could hear as he said, \"Well, she's in for a [i]long[/i] night. Just wait and see - in an hour or two she'll be [i]begging[/i] for our cocks.''\n\nBandit nodded, licking his lips. He'd seen that transformation first-hand. Almost a third of their conquests ended the night as whimpering little cock-sluts. Abby would be hard to break, but if anyone could, it was the three black dogs. \"Just give me a minute and I'll free her up. Which one of you is next?''\n\nRiley cackled. \"I call dibs. As her `fiance', I decide. She wouldn't dare fuck you two without [i]my [/i]say so; that'd be adultery!''\n\nBandit cocked his head. He didn't know much about marriage, but what he said made at least a little sense. With a groan, he tugged free of the whining bitch, his glistening cock dangling loosely beneath him. He began to lick himself off while Riley climbed on board, ignoring Abby's cries of protest. The Vizsla howled as her cunt was pierced by a throbbing dog cock for the fourth time that night.\n\nThe Doberman, Rottweiler, and Beauceron had roamed together long enough to share nicely. The up-dog did his business while the other two chatted - about anything really, though bitches were the subject they most had in common. Bandit brought up the new dog food his master was giving him, and Randy could definitely relate. The Rottweiler was being put on a diet, much to his chagrin. Randy mounted once Riley was done, and Bandit enjoyed a brief conversation about their last mates. He told about how the horny collie had tried to hide her affair from her fiance, but Bandit had foiled that plan. Riley bragged a lot about the husky bitch he'd bagged the same night as Abigail. Just as the story was getting good, though, Randy pulled free.\n\nBandit took one look at the gushing, aching pussy beneath Abby's raised tail and hopped up. Her ears were flat, and she bared her teeth at him, but she didn't dare fight back. [i]Still putting up a front of disapproval[/i], Bandit noted. How many more fucks until she gave in? Three? Four? They'd find out soon enough! [i]Squelch![/i]\n\nBandit quickly lost track of how many times the three males had slipped Abigail the sausage. She always moaned and came, but even after a dozen or two fucks she was [i]still[/i] being very rude to him. The Beauceron had splattered her so many times that he was exhausted, but the Vizsla was going strong despite the non-stop attention. He had to envy her stamina.\n\nWhile Randy was getting busy with her, Riley lay down next to Ban. Both dogs were panting, wide grins on their faces. \"What time is it?'' the Beauceron groaned. \"We've been here for [i]hours[/i].''\n\nRiley laughed. \"We get a lot more time if we don't waste it tracking bitches down. Fuck, I think I'm done for tonight,'' he groaned, inspecting his wet, aching cock.\n\n\"I'm really going to miss this one,'' Bandit smiled. He had another go left in him. \"The way she bucks down around my cock...''\n\n\"Well, there's always tomorrow.''\n\nHe cocked his head at Riley. \"You really think she'll come back? She sure [i]says[/i] she doesn't like us.''\n\n\"I don't care what she thinks,'' Riley said. \"She came here wanting to marry me? I'll show her what being my wife is really like. C'mon, follow me.''\n\nHe followed the Doberman as Riley walked to the back of the ramshackle structure. \"What are you doing?''\n\nRiley hunted around the junkyard until he saw what he was looking for: a huge sheet of corrugated metal. \"Help me with this,'' he growled, biting down around the metal ridges to pull it free from the debris. Bandit pulled, too, wincing from the [i]screech[/i] of metal on metal. \"Alright, lift!''\n\nBandit did as he was told, tucking a paw beneath the sheet and picking the heavy sheet up just far enough to tuck his nose beneath it. With Riley's help, the two dogs were able to push the makeshift wall completely upright. \"What's this for?''\n\nThe Doberman laughed. \"I'm making a bedroom for my future wife!'' With a brief investigation of the final room, Riley nodded. \"Help me rest this wall up against the door.''\n\n\"A door?'' Dogs didn't use doors if they could help it. Bandit obeyed anyway, sliding the metal through the dirt until it leaned nicely up against the entrance to the next room - really just two tall piles of discarded junk. With his mouth free, the Beauceron said, \"I don't know why you're doing this. I mean, I doubt she even [i]wants[/i] to marry you, anymore.''\n\n\"Perfect!'' Riley exclaimed, inspecting a what appeared to be a ceramic bathtub designed for a child. With effort, Riley was able to drag the enormous tub in front of the wall, effectively blocking the room off. He turned to Bandit and said, \"So what? What's she going to do once I lock her in there?''\n\nBan dropped his jaw. He'd been in the pound before, picked up for roaming around. But the phone number on his collar was a get-out-of-jail-free card. The room he'd just help build might look a little haphazard, but it was a prison just as well. He really meant to [i]keep[/i] her! Bandit said, \"You built this for [i]Abby?[/i]''\n\n\"Adelaide. You could at least get my fiancee's name right,'' Riley chided. \"This will be her home, for better or for worse.'' Riley grinned at his old friend. \"`Til death do us part.''\n\nBandit flattened his ears. \"But she doesn't...''\n\n\"I fucking [i]told[/i] you; I don't [b][i]care[/i][/b] what she wants!'' Riley snarled, narrowing his eyes at Bandit. \"Don't you get it, yet? Bitches are for fucking. [i]We[/i] decide what to do with them. The only thing that matters is what [i]we[/i] want.''\n\nBandit stepped back. Riley seemed so sure of himself, but he couldn't wrap his head around this new philosophy. \"How does that make you any better than Rufus and Brutus?''\n\n\"Oh, [i]come on[/i],'' Riley said, rolling his eyes. \"I'm not going to hurt her. She'll be healthy, have plenty to eat, and above all, be well-serviced. Believe me, I'll be doing her a favor.''\n\nWell, that was better than the mastiff brothers. But still Bandit said, \"But...''\n\nRandy's howls echoed through the small abode, a sure sign that the Rottweiler had slipped another one past the goal line and was about to start the next game: tug-of-war. Before Bandit could question Riley further, the Doberman said, \"Why don't you get Randy to come help me fill in those gaps near the top. Don't want her sneaking away tonight.''\n\nBan paused. \"Alright...''\n\nThe Beauceron left Riley to his work, thinking furiously. Was Riley right? Bandit had spent most of his life telling himself that the bitches he raped really wanted it, no matter what they said. But now the Doberman was planning to hold one against her will. He didn't even seem to [i]care[/i] whether she enjoyed the sex or not. Bandit felt a pit in his stomach. Riley was wrong, wasn't he? But Ban had spent his entire life looking up to the intelligent stray. There was only one thing to do - he had to talk to Abigail.\n\nHe found her whimpering on the ground, a wet, sloppy mess. Randy was groaning, his thick bulge still splitting her wide, rump to rump. The Rottweiler gave him a toothy grin, saying, \"Still going, Ban? You've gotten a lot more stamina since I left.''\n\n\"I've had a lot more practice,'' he joked. \"I've got another load or two.''\n\n\"Good thing - Riley was saying he was already done. I want to ride a few more times, but even I can't go twice in a row. Make sure you take your time, okay?''\n\nBandit smiled. \"If I can hold back...Riley wanted your help in the back room.''\n\nRandy clenched his eyes and grunted, another gush of cum squeezing into the rusty-colored bitch. \"In a minute...''\n\nWaiting patiently, Ban watched his friend breed Abigail. She took it all, her hips quivering. He knew from experience that her warm pussy was absolutely drowning in cum. She had been filled more than twice over, the excess now clinging lewdly down the back of her legs. When the three dogs were finally done with her, she'd have a [i]heck [/i]of a clean-up job. [i]If we're ever done with her[/i], Bandit thought, grimly.\n\nFinally Randy pulled free with a loud [i]squelch![/i], leaving the Vizsla's pink spade hanging open and loose, only slowly [i]slurping[/i] back together. The Rottweiler gave a long, contented sigh, and said, \"Your turn.''\n\nWhile Randy left to find Riley, Bandit turned to the bitch. \"Abby, right?''\n\nShe glared at him, still lying belly first on the cum-stained floor. \"What's it matter to you?'' she growled.\n\nThe Beauceron was no longer taken aback by her open hostility. He sighed. \"Why shouldn't I care?''\n\nAbigail tossed her head with a huff. \"It's pretty obvious the only part of me that you care about.''\n\nBandit smiled at her. \"Well, you [i]are[/i] a pretty great fuck. But I want to talk to you.''\n\nShe stood up, shaking herself in a futile attempt to cast off the sticky mess that covered her belly. \"Of course, you do,'' she growled, adopting a low pitch as she mimicked, \"Good girl! You're so tight! You're going to take my puppies and [i]like it![/i]''\n\n\"That's not what I meant!'' Bandit whined, the conversation not flowing exactly as he'd expected. \"Look, I'm actually on your side. I mean, at least [i]I'm[/i] not planning on locking you away in a cage.''\n\nAbby blinked. \"They're going to lock me up?''\n\n\"Well...'' Bandit stammered, wishing he hadn't revealed that so soon. He needed to know what Abigail really felt before decided whether to help Riley or not.\n\nThe Vizsla glanced at the back room and said, \"You again?''\n\nBandit perked his ears, turning toward the door expecting to see Riley, or maybe Randy. The passage was empty. \"Wha -?'' he started to say, but the scrabbling of claws drew his focus back to Abby.\n\nShe was running for it!\n\nBandit set chase immediately. He just wanted to talk! The Vizsla had a big head start, but her bloated stomach was slowing her down. Still, she was going to reach the exit before he was, unless... Bandit saw an opening in the makeshift wall of junk. Tucking his head, the Beauceron leapt right through the hole, landing just in front of the fleeing bitch. Grinning triumphantly, he blocked her way.\n\nHe didn't see her snarl until it was too late. Abby bared her teeth, sinking them into Bandit's shoulder. He yelped, jumping back, barking. She leapt again, trying to either fight him off or sneak by. Ban narrowed his eyes. He gave a low, loud bellow, and jumped forward. Abby's bravado paled in the face of the vicious looking black dog. She whimpered, snapping uselessly at him as she backed up.\n\n[i]Now she fights - was she waiting to be alone with one of us?[/i]\n\nHer heart and fury were nothing compared to his experience. Bandit had fought off many dogs much bigger and stronger than Abigail. With a grin to show her the futility of her efforts, Bandit stepped forward and darted back, tricking the Vizsla into a missed bite. Then, he charged her side, knocking a foot back and almost toppling her. While her legs wobbled, he jumped on top of her, fangs pressed up against the back of her throat.\n\nThe ruckus drew attention from the back room. Randy called, \"Ban, you okay?''\n\nAbigail still squirmed beneath him, but he was too heavy. The Beauceron called back, \"It's okay, I've got her!''\n\n\"Stop! Please, stop!'' she cried, shuddering at the sharp point of his canines on her neck. \"You win!''\n\n\"Good,'' he gasped, chest heaving. \"I just want to [i]talk[/i].'' Now, though, he was keenly aware of his position standing over her. His black belly fur rubbed neatly against her rump. He had to grit his teeth, his moist cock tip just inches away from her heat-swollen pussy.\n\nWith the constrained voice of forced obedience, the shivering Vizsla said, \"I won't try to escape! `Talk' all you want.''\n\n[i]Why won't she believe me?[/i] he wondered, sliding his paws around her hips for a better grasp. \"I'm serious. I need to ask you something.''\n\n\"I'll tell you whatever you want,'' she gasped, no longer panting.\n\nBandit looked down at the back of Abigail's head, shifting his hips into a more comfortable position. Now his tapered tip brushed gently up against her trembling spade. \"I just need to know what you [i]really[/i] think of us fucking you.''\n\n\"I love it!'' she wept, answering quickly. \"I never want it to stop...''\n\nBandit blinked. That was the response he'd been expecting, but something seemed off in the way she said it. Her voice quavered, and not with lust. He was pretty sure that earlier she'd only been putting on a show of distress, secretly loving the blissful, howling orgasms the three studs had been giving her all night. \"You're...you're sure?'' he asked, leaning forward over her back to slide his belly flush with the small of her back, shoving her tail to the side.\n\n\"Yes...yes!'' she wailed. \"I'm your bitch - do whatever you want with me...''\n\nBandit wasn't the sort of dog to second guess `yes'. He was the sort of dog who believed what he wanted to hear. He was the sort of dog that would thrust first and never even ask any questions. He would pound Abby until she lost the voice to beg for it anymore, and then shove her into Riley's prison for later use, fucking the Vizsla again and again with his buddies until she was so fat from the puppies that she was no longer appealing.\n\nThe old Bandit would have done just that. First the poodle, then the collie, and now Abigail. He looked down at Abby, whimpering below him and begging for his cock, and he said, \"I... don't believe you.''\n\nThe Vizsla laid her ears back, eyes wide. \"It's true! Fuck me!'' she said, wrapping her lips around the unfamiliar word.\n\nBan had to suppress the urge to hump forward, his tip tantalizingly wet with her sopping pussy. \"You swear to your God that it's true?''\n\nAbigail dropped her jaw. \"I...I, uh...''\n\n\"That's what I thought,'' he growled. \"Tell me the truth!'' he barked.\n\nThe rust-colored canine wilted below his sharp voice, her face scrunching up. She spoke with barely suppressed hatred, as she said, \"I hate it! I hate you...and them, and Riley most of all! I never wanted any of this, but you, they, everyone...just takes what they want. I don't...'' she paused, voice cracking, tail dangling straight down between her legs. \"I don't know what I did for God to abandon me like this...''\n\nBan darted his head back as if her onslaught of words was a physical strike. \"But what about your moaning? You were loving it...''\n\nShe squirmed beneath him, looking up over her shoulder at him with burning eyes. \"I'm just a year old - this is my first heat. I don't know how to control it, or even if I can. Riley took advantage of me, lied to me, knocked me up. What will my family say when they find out about the puppies!? I don't know what they'll do, to me, or them. And all my friends will look at me like a sinful slut for the rest of my life! All because you three care more about the way I smell than the way I feel!''\n\nBandit said, \"That's not true, I just wanted to make us feel good...''\n\n\"You're lying to yourself!'' she barked, her voice only growing. \"You're just like them - you just want to make [i]yourself[/i] feel good. And now...I won't even get to go home in shame. I'll never see my family again. You're going to lock me up and rape me until I die...'' she added, her ferocity finally dulling into weeping.\n\n\"Okay, okay,'' Bandit stammered. \"Stop sobbing...'' he urged, heat rushing to his face. \"I get that you don't like it, but why not? Don't you get that you're made for this? I'm a boy, you're a girl. Tab A goes in slot B, what's wrong with that?''\n\n\"Can't you see that I'm [i]more[/i] than that? That [i]you're[/i] more than that?'' she sniffled. \"I heard you talking with...that other one about your masters. Dog food? Don't you three ever spend time just talking?''\n\nHonestly, Riley, Randy and Bandit spent most of their time together hunting bitches, but she had a point. He did enjoy talking with his friends, eating, running. Playing fetch.\n\nBefore he could answer, Abigail continued, \"I believe there's more to life. That God made us each with a purpose - something we can do or give to make the world a better place. \"Even Riley. Even [i]you[/i]...''\n\n\"But I've [i]been [/i]making the world a better place. I don't know if God made me or whatever, but I do that every day.''\n\n\"How?'' Abigail asked, confused. \"All...''\n\nBefore she could continue, Bandit answered by way of demonstration. \"Like [i]this[/i],'' he said, finally giving in to the growing urgency in his loins. He [i]humped[/i] forward, slipping his throbbing dick through her wet folds.\n\nAbigail yelped, tossing her head back. \"No! Not like this!''\n\n\"But this is my gift,'' Ban replied, emphasizing his point with the point of his cock. He poked forward, jabbing deep into Abigail's bouncing spade. [i]God that feels good[/i]... \"The only thing I'm good at is making bitches cum...''\n\nAbby whined, squirming beneath the Beauceron, but unable to wriggle away from his strong grasp. \"How is [i]this[/i] making the world better!?''\n\nBan leaned forward, whispering in the bitch's ear. \"Feel the way my cock fills you, stretching you out. Tell me you don't like the steady thump of my hips against yours, my hips rubbing perfectly with yours like we were made for each other. The way my breath washes over your ears, the strong paws embracing your quivering hips.'' He could feel her breath quickening, the gently up and down of her hips, and the slippery clenching of her cunt around him. He bucked steadily, listening to her voice shiver and moan. \"Don't lie - how does it feel?''\n\nShe gave a soft whimper before she could find the words. \"It feels...'' she said, hesitating. \"Unhhh, [i]God[/i] Bandit, it feels great,'' she admitted breathily.\n\n\"See?'' he said, keeping the pace slow for now. He slid in and out, rubbing his glistening dick through her entire, quivering pussy.\n\nShe groaned, \"But that's not the point...'' The Vizsla seemed distracted, and Bandit grinned, knowing exactly why. But even so, Abigail managed to gasp, \"This doesn't make the world any better!''\n\n\"Why not?'' he humped.\n\n\"I already told you! I don't want your puppies. When we're done here, we... This...isn't...'' she shivered. \"Could you stop that for a moment!?'' she moaned, legs quivering with the effort to keep from humping back.\n\n\"I'd rather not,'' he said honestly, starting to pick up the pace.\n\nAbigail growled, but what could she do? She continued, \"After this I'll be raising the puppies alone, ashamed...with...no dignity.'' She groaned, \"One moment of...bliss can't make up for a lifetime of sorrow.''\n\n\"Only because you bitches got it into your heads that having puppies is wrong,'' Bandit pointed out, hilting himself in her until his swollen balls quivered up against her rump.\n\n\"It's not [i]wrong[/i],'' she gasped. \"We're just supposed to be married first.''\n\nThe Beauceron rolled his eyes. Now [i]that[/i] was something he'd never understood. \"And why the fuck is that? Explain [i]that[/i] one to me.''\n\n\"Because it's a sin,'' Abby answered quickly.\n\nBan rolled his eyes, slamming his hips against the Vizsla. \"You're gonna have to do better than that.''\n\nHe saw that Abigail was at a loss for words. [i]Has she ever even questioned it?[/i] He could tell she was thinking fast - her expression looked just like Riley when he was puzzling out some new plan. He only got three or four more solid thrusts in before she had her answer.\n\n\"God cares most about puppies,'' she began, using so much concentration that even her errant humping slowed down. \"Every law about sex and marriage is to give puppies the best advantage.''\n\n\"How does making it [i]harder[/i] to make puppies help anything?'' Ban asked, bewildered.\n\n\"Marriage creates a stable childhood. How can a mother alone compare to a father and a mother in caring for the pups? How will the boys learn how to be males if their father is gone?''\n\n\"I learned just fine.''\n\n\"Did you?'' Abby asked. Now it was Bandit's turn to slow his pace, cocking his head to think. The Vizsla continued, \"Don't you want to pass on your knowledge and understanding to puppies of your own some day? Or are you content to sowing a dozen fields just to die alone?''\n\nBandit chuckled. \"More than a dozen.''\n\n\"God made marriage to bind a male and a female tighter than any knot. Two lives become one, raising the strongest, smartest, best puppies they can - and [i]that's[/i] what makes the world a better place,'' Abigail concluded.\n\n[i]What an odd thought[/i], Bandit pondered. He'd never considered raising children himself. That was what bitches were [i]for[/i], wasn't it? His own mother had popped out a litter or three, and then he'd been bought up and brought up by his master. Wasn't that the way things worked? What if his own dam and sire had raised him in marriage? He'd be completely different. He'd have listened to his father, learned all about marriage and raising puppies and then want to do that himself. He certainly wouldn't be here, considering whether or not to throw Abby into a prison cell for his own amusement. If he'd been raised by his father, he'd be...\n\n...better?\n\nHe stood there, frozen, leaning over Abby, ignoring his tightly squeezed cock. When the Vizsla spoke he finally shook free of his thoughts. She whimpered, \"But it's too late for me.''\n\n\"Huh?''\n\n\"I stupidly gave myself to Riley, and I know now - he'll never marry me. Even if he lets me go when I give birth, I'll have to raise the puppies alone on the streets - and I don't know the first thing about finding food.'' She began to sob. \"I broke the rules, and I should suffer for it, but why must my puppies!?''\n\nShe was right, there. Riley was certainly never going to tie the knot with this Vizsla, at least not in the way that she wanted. And he wasn't going to find food for her [i]and[/i] all of her puppies. Bandit had to agree - she was pretty screwed. Unless...\n\n\"Well, who says [i]Riley[/i] will be the father?''\n\n\"What?''\n\nBandit explained, \"We all fucked you, right? What if some of your puppies are Randy's, or mine? Hell, we even [i]look[/i] the same. As far as you'll know, they could all be mine.'' In his excitement, the Beauceron began rocking his hips again, making the Vizsla whimper.\n\n\"So [i]what[/i] if you're the father,'' she asked, bucking back against him \"How does that help?''\n\n\"Well, [i]I[/i] could marry you, right? Then at least your pups would have a dad around. You could even tell your friends that we were married [i]before[/i] we banged - no one would know otherwise.''\n\n\"God would know,'' she said sadly. Then she let out a heaving sigh, saying, \"But that would still be better than nothing. Are you...are you suggesting that we...?''\n\nIn the delay, Ban's knot had swollen to its full size, still pressing up against Abby's ragged cunt. Her bouncing spade [i]slurped[/i] up against his knot, and Bandit wanted nothing more than to slam himself home. He groaned, leaping forward to grind against her, the cum-dripping lips stretching out with each thrust. \"I guess I am,'' he groaned.\n\nAbby tensed her entire body, digging her claws into the trash-covered ground to push backward against the eager Beauceron's bulging knot. She yipped and yelped as he began to wedge his way inside her.\n\n\"Abby,'' he began. \"Will you...[i]unnnh[/i]...marry...me?'' With the last word, he pounded forward, burying his entire knot into her stuffed, clenching pussy. His swollen glands tickled the Vizsla's most sensitive spot, sending the orange bitch into shuddering spasms and a high-pitched squeal.\n\nHe could only just make out her word: [i]\"Yeeeeeeessssssss!''[/i]\n\n* * * * *\n\nRiley and Randy were still filling in the holes to their new prison by the time Bandit was done with his new fiancee. Rather than lock her up, of course, he let her run straight home, giving her a good two-minute head start before he ran to tell his friends that she had `escaped'. Riley had just sighed and said, \"We'll just have to find another bitch to take Allison's place.''\n\nBan skipped the next evening, telling Randy that his master wasn't letting him out. In truth, he was meeting up with Abigail. The Vizsla had been making preparations - sending invitations (by word of mouth, of course), setting the date for later in the day, informing Father Rover and getting ready to meet with the esteemed Irish Setter to discuss the impending marriage.\n\n[i]Well, he showed up the next day, that's one better than Riley,[/i] Abby thought grimly. She had quite a few reservations about this arrangement - what did she really know about Ban, after all? Only that he had spent his entire adult life raping bitches full of puppies. Still, as strangely naive as he seemed, he did seem sincere. She tried to keep a positive outlook as she sat next to the imposing Beauceron, ears perked attentively to Father Rover.\n\n\"Are you sure about this?'' the priest cautioned, asking a few prerequisite questions. \"Marriage is a big commitment. After tonight, you will only be for each other, until God calls one of you to heaven a decade or so from now. Bandit, she will be your responsibility to keep and protect, and put no other bitch before her.''\n\n\"Uhh,'' Ban started, much to Abby's chagrin. But he did say, \"I think I can do that.''\n\nRover's long, red hair flowed in the slight breeze of his backyard garden, giving the male a slightly perturbed impression. \"You need to do more than [i]think[/i], son. You two are to be joined as one spirit for now and for always. Behind God, Abigail must be [i]first[/i] in your mind.''\n\n\"Yeah, okay,'' Bandit said, squirming in place.\n\n[COLOR=#3F3F3F]While the Irish Setter turned to Abigail, the Beauceron seemed distracted by the busy preparations going on around him. Abby had wanted a beautiful wedding, and so two of Rover's nuns were setting up the garden, cordoning off a section for the guests and placing flowers near the large, concrete bench that would serve as the altar. Rover cleared his throat and spoke, \"And you are to be subject to your husband, as to the Lord. Let no male come between you and your husband.''\n\n[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]\"Believe me,'' she said with rather dry wit, \"Not if I can help it.''[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]\n\n[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]Rover raised an eyebrow, but continued on to inform in great detail all of the expectations of a Catholic marriage, particularly emphasizing that any puppies that might someday be born (little did he know!) were to be raised Catholic, and then explained the upcoming ceremony and the vows that were to be said.  Abby knew it all by heart - it was rather common sense - but she wished she could see into Ban's mind.  Half the time, the Beauceron was idly watching the nun's preparations.  The Vizsla had to continuously nudge him back to the discussion at hand, but even then he seemed to space out.  Just about the only thing he did perk up about was Abby's question about the honeymoon.[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]\n\n[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]Because guests were coming, Abigail was going to walk down the `aisle' laid out in the middle of the garden, so she made her way to the `Getting-Ready' room, which was really nothing more than an old tool shed. Guests would be arriving any minute, but the first guest surprised her.\n\n[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]\"Are you sure about this?'' Father Rover said, knocking on the tool shed door. The Irish Setter wrinkled his brow. \"It is God's place to judge, but I want to make sure that you're not getting married for the wrong reasons.''\n\n[/COLOR][COLOR=#3F3F3F]Abigail blinked. \"What reasons?''[/COLOR]\n\nThe Setter looked up and the left, thinking. He picked his words, saying, \"I don't mean to be crude, but... I may be old, but my nose still works. Are you sure that this time of the year is when you should be making such an important decision?''\n\nAbigail yelped, and sat down on her haunches, burying her swollen mound against the concrete. Blood rushed to her face. [i]He thinks I'm only marrying Bandit to quench my heat![/i] \"That has...nothing to do with my decision.''\n\n\"And what about [i]his?[/i]'' Rover cautioned. \"Look, Abby, I've known you for your entire life. I just want to make sure you're cared for. That...'Bandit'...is he even Catholic?''\n\nAbby gulped. \"Well, he's not [i]not[/i] Catholic. He just...has a lot to learn. But that's not the point - I [i]have[/i] to marry him.''\n\nFather Rover blinked. \"What do you -''\n\n\"Can I...uh...save that for confessional?''\n\n\"Oh,'' he said, tail twitching.\n\nFinally, it was time for the wedding to begin, and when Abigail emerged looking rather radiant in her new, blue collar, everyone was in place. She saw several of her friends, including Boo, and Suze, and Princess from Obedience School. Even her teacher, Champ, had responded to the invitation! She'd always liked the handsome Dalmatian. The two nuns, a Whippet and a Basset Hound, were seated as well, but she didn't know their names. Christie and Billy were there, of course, and would probably be the next down the aisle as soon as Christie started `showing'. Abigail shivered, wondering if she should tell the good Christian boy that his new girlfriend was probably full of Riley's pups. [i]Not yet.[/i]\n\nShe was grateful that Bandit hadn't asked any guests to come. Who did he even know besides Randy and Riley? What would she have done if they had been standing and watching from the groom's side?\n\nThe only music came from the chirping birds, but that was enough, as Abigail walked down the aisle to sit beside a confused-looking Bandit. [i]He's here; that's what matters[/i]. Abigail kept her rump down in the grass, knowing her thin tail would do nothing to hide the sight or scent of her puffy spade. Rover began the rites, prayers, and liturgies, until it was time to exchange the vows.\n\n\"Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right paws and declare your consent before God and His Church,'' Father Rover recited.\n\nBandit clumsily touched Abby's paw and gave it his best shot, saying, \"I, Ban, take you, Abby, to be my mate - er, wife? I promise to be true to you in sick times and bad times, in goodness and in health. Oh, and I'll make love to you and honor you all the days I'm alive.''\n\nAbby rushed into her vows, hoping no one would notice Bandit's slip up, but a soft chuckle or two belied the truth. \"I, Abigail, take you, Bandit, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.''\n\nFather Rover nodded slowly, before reciting, \"Then by their consent to be married, I pray for God's blessing upon Bandit and Abigail. What God has joined, let no dog divide. You are now husband and wife, forever and always. Go now in God's peace.''\n\nBandit paused, letting it sink in, then said, \"So that's it, then? We're married?''\n\nAbigail took a deep breath, looking up into the Beauceron's eyes. This wasn't how she pictured her big day, but still the moment made her heart tingle. She was married, and Ban was hers, for better or for worse. She smiled up at him, and said, \"Yes,'' breathily.\n\nBan grinned down at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that made Abigail's tail twitch. When she'd first met the dog the day before, she had been a bit too busy to notice, but the Beauceron was a beautiful specimen. Strong, sleek, and with striking colors, she could have done far worse for herself. Maybe this arrangement would work out after all!\n\n\"Great,'' he said, walking around behind the Vizsla. There, in front of everyone, the Beauceron climbed onto Abigail's pack, tucking his paws around her rust-colored rump.\n\n\"Bandit!'' she cried. \"Not [i]here![/i]''\n\n\"Huh?'' he asked, not letting go just yet. \"But I thought -'' There was absolute silence from the guests, much less the nuns and priest himself.\n\nIn a harsh whisper that Abigail knew all the canine ears would pick up just fine, she shrilled, \"The honeymoon is for [i]tonight[/i]...''\n\n\"Oh...'' he said, finally hopping off.\n\nAbigail's face burned, and she refused to look at the array of guests. \"Let's just go,'' she barked, leading Bandit away from the ceremony as quickly as possible.\n\n[i]God,[/i] she prayed, [i]please help him. He's got a [/i]lot[i] to learn.[/i]\n\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>``Hey, no fair! You started without us!&#039;&#039; Ban whined, though in truth he was more than happy to see that his friend Riley had already secured the entertainment for the evening. After yesterday&#039;s failed hunt, the Beauceron was fucking <em>horny</em>.<br /><br />He and Randy had only just arrived at the stray dog&#039;s abandoned shack to find the pure-bred Doberman seated with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. In a sloppy puddle on the ground behind him lay a bright, orangish-brown bitch - another stray judging by her lack of collar. Riley&#039;s cock throbbed inside of her, still <em>splurting</em> warm fluids out her pussy. A Hungarian Vizsla to look at her, with a wide, square nose and flattened, floppy ears. She took one look at the new arrivals and trembled.<br /><br />Ban couldn&#039;t blame her. The Doberman could be a lot to handle <em>alone</em>, much less with his Beauceron and Rottweiler friends. This bitch was in for more than she&#039;d bargained for. Riley grinned and said, &quot;Randy! Bandit! I&#039;d like you to meet...Agatha, was it?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Vizsla whimpered, &quot;Abby...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Right, Abby,&#039;&#039; Riley agreed.<br /><br />Randy cocked his wide, black head. &quot;What does it matter what her name is?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit nodded vigorously. He&#039;d talked to bitches before, and they only served to confuse the hell out of him. Better to have their way with her and be done with it.<br /><br />Riley grunted, his balls still pumping. &quot;Show some respect - this is my fiancee.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban had to do a double take, trying to process those extremely unlikely words. Eventually the lithe, black dog had to break out laughing. &quot;Ha! Good one.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Doberman continued with a serious tone, but the grin on his face belied the truth. &quot;She must be half-Blood Hound, because she hunted me down after I had a go at her, and demanded I marry her.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy gave a deep chortle, asking, &quot;When&#039;s the lucky day?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;We haven&#039;t laid out a date yet,&#039;&#039; Riley conceded. &quot;Isn&#039;t that right, dear?&#039;&#039; The little bitch just shivered, closing her eyes. &quot;Don&#039;t be shy, my dear, these are my <em>friends!</em>&#039;&#039; he grinned, wagging his stumpy tail.<br /><br />Ban had to hold back a thick laugh just imagining his idol, Riley, ever getting married. The stray found a new bitch to pump every day, a luxury Bandit and Randy couldn&#039;t afford, with their owners. Thankfully, both masters frequently let their dogs run free overnight. The Rottweiler&#039;s master even <em>encouraged</em> Randy to go out and knock up some bitches! Bandit&#039;s owner probably had no clue what he got up to on his long walks.<br /><br />&quot;Oh, I know the problem,&#039;&#039; Riley said, voice dripping with a sort of venom Ban hadn&#039;t heard in years. It was like every word was chosen to hurt the Vizsla as much as possible. What had she done to deserve this tone? Riley gritted his teeth and humped his hips forward, <em>popping</em> out of the heat-swollen bitch. A small river of fresh cum spilled out of her onto the trash-filled ground. The Doberman continued, &quot;Go on, introduce yourself! If you want to get married, you&#039;d better at least get to know my buddies.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby shot the Doberman a look that suggested the last thing on Earth she wanted to do was marry Riley, much less meet his friends. But her words didn&#039;t match her appearance. With a sigh, the young bitch stood up and said, &quot;H-hi...I&#039;m...Abigail.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy might be shorter than Riley, but he was definitely the bigger dog. He gave Abby a toothy grin and said, &quot;Name&#039;s Randy, and believe me, <em>the pleasure is mine</em>.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />While Riley casually licked off his wet dick, Bandit stepped forward, smiling. &quot;I&#039;m Bandit, but my friends call me `Ban&#039;.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Vizsla nodded slowly, but appeared about ready to bolt. Bandit knew that look well, and tensed his muscles, readying himself. But she didn&#039;t run quite yet. Riley laughed, turning to face the three of them and say, &quot;You won&#039;t believe how tight this bitch is. Until you try it, that is.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail tossed her head to look at the cocky Doberman, eyes wide. &quot;What!? No, y-you can&#039;t!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley just grinned. &quot;I think you know quite well now that I can do whatever I want to.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She stood, speechless, for all of one second. Bandit knew she would jump before <em>she</em> did, and he and Randy moved together to block the only exit from the shack. Abigail skidded to a stop in front of them, thin tail tucked uselessly between her legs, then spun around to try deeper in the building. She turned face to face with the smirking Doberman - trapped.<br /><br />&quot;No, no, no!&#039;&#039; she wailed, with nowhere to go. Before Bandit could take his chance, Randy had shoved the Beauceron aside. Ban bristled - he&#039;d gotten used to fresh fucks since Randy had moved to Seattle, but with the gang back together for the weekend, the slender Beauceron knew he&#039;d be back to sloppy thirds. He stood back - at least she&#039;d be a nice, slick screw when his turn came around.<br /><br />Oblivious to the Rottweiler stepping up behind her, Abby protested, &quot;I&#039;m here for you, not them!<br /><br />&quot;Friends share, darling. What kind of host would I be if I kept you all to myself?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;But I&#039;m in heat!&#039;&#039; she whined.<br /><br />The Rottweiler lowered his snout and took a big, wet sniff of Abigail&#039;s soiled rump, sounding like a true connoisseur as he said, &quot;Oh, we&#039;re <em>well</em> aware of <em>that</em>.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Vizsla gasped, jumping forward until she nearly ran into Riley. The Doberman laughed, realizing what the problem probably was. &quot;Don&#039;t worry. Odds are <em>most</em> of your puppies will be by me.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit watched the rust-colored canine shiver. She drooped to the floor and begged, &quot;No, please! Let me go - I promise I won&#039;t bother you again. You&#039;ve made your point!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley just smiled sadly, saying, &quot;She&#039;s finally learning. But you can&#039;t leave until Ran and Ban have each made <em>their</em> points.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby wailed, unable to form the words for what she was feeling. Randy took one look at her, lying on her belly, and stepped over her. Wrapping a muscular paw around her slender midsection, the Rottweiler lifted the Vizsla up like bag of leaves. Her legs fell beneath her, weakly holding her rump up while the rest of her was in a heap of trash. &quot;Stop!&#039;&#039; she whined, but her heart wasn&#039;t in it. Bandit knew from experience that all this bluster would fade into moaning gasps of pure bliss; she didn&#039;t know what was good for her!<br /><br />Resting his well-toned belly against the small of her back, Randy lines his fat cock up with her sopping, pink spade. He gave her the same advice he gave all of his conquests: &quot;Just enjoy it.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby whined in response, her tail firmly blocking her pussy. The thin, orange limb offered only futile resistance. Randy&#039;s thrust pushed it aside, and in one smooth motion...<br /><br /><em>Schloooooooorp!</em><br /><br />Brilliant white cum sprayed out of her, dripping down Randy&#039;s thighs. Riley had left her well greased, but the Rottweiler&#039;s cock was so thick that most of that lubrication was lost on the first thrust. Ran barreled forward, hilting himself in his unwilling bitch. With a wide, Rottie grin, he said, &quot;What is this, your <em>first</em> time?&#039;&#039; despite evidence to the contrary. &quot;You&#039;re as tight as a Cocker Spaniel!&#039;&#039;<br /><br /><em>She won&#039;t be, by the time Randy&#039;s through with her, </em>Bandit thought, ears flat.<br /><br />Abigail didn&#039;t respond, no doubt trying to fight the intense pleasure pumping into her swollen pussy. Riley answered for her, explaining, &quot;Unless my `fiancee&#039; has been getting some on the side, this is her third time. A lucky bitch to get such a complete introduction to how the world is supposed to work during her first heat!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit stepped beside the conjoined canines, watched casually as he agreed with Riley. &quot;I still come across bitches two or three years old, never held a cock between their legs, who think there&#039;s something better than fucking! The last two I left moaning and bloated had the nerve to <em>complain!</em>&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit simply couldn&#039;t get the poodle and collie out of his head. <em>You know nothing</em>, they&#039;d said. The collie even told him he&#039;d ruined her life, and begged him not to do it to another bitch. Randy&#039;s vacation timing couldn&#039;t have been better. The whole world made a lot more sense when he was hunting with his friends. They understood the truth of the situation.<br /><br />The Rottweiler grunted and humped, saying through gritted teeth, &quot;It&#039;s completely different in Seattle. The bitches there know their place - panting beneath us.&#039;&#039; With a grin, he looked at Riley and said, &quot;And they don&#039;t try to marry you, either.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit nodded fervently. &quot;Here, it&#039;s all `God this&#039; and `God that&#039;. God wouldn&#039;t have given you a cunt if he didn&#039;t want you fucked!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy chuckled, &quot;I mean look at <em>this </em>bitch - she&#039;s loving it, now!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit glanced over at the two. Sure enough, the Vizsla was bucking her hips up and down, whimpering. Her ears might be flat and her tail between her legs, but her clenching hips were definitely saying `yes&#039;.<br /><br />The Doberman looked Bandit in the eye with a strange seriousness on his face. He said, &quot;You&#039;re both giving them too much credit. Who cares what a bitch really wants or feels? All I care about is the next fertile cunt around my cock.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Yeah,&#039;&#039; Bandit agreed. Riley always had been the thinker of the trio. Why, the Doberman had taught Ban everything he knew! All the doubts that had been piling up in the Beauceron&#039;s gut began to ease, melting away like ice cream on a hot day.<br /><br />Riley said, &quot;You know what? Why <em>do</em> we let our bitches go after just one night? We&#039;d bag a lot more pussy if we didn&#039;t have to go hunting fresh meat every day. I&#039;m starting to think the junkyard dogs are right.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit froze so fast, the ice cream resolidified. The <em>mastiffs</em> were <strong><em>right</em></strong><em>?</em> Ban had seen what Rufus and Brutus did to the bitches they caught. Riley had to know, too; they&#039;d both watched as a half-dead, bleeding Brittany was dragged out by the owner, Bob, and tossed in the backseat of his car. Gashes and bites were the least of it - she didn&#039;t look like she&#039;d eaten in weeks, despite being swollen with pups. The huge dogs had used her until there was nothing left, and Ban wasn&#039;t sure she&#039;d even survive another night.<br /><br />&quot;Hey...&#039;&#039; he started to object, but he was interrupted by Randy&#039;s ear-splitting howl. The steady <em>thud, thud, thud</em> of the Rottweiler&#039;s thickening knot against Abby&#039;s sore pussy was replaced by a loud <em>pop!</em> Bandit looked over to see the Vizsla&#039;s cunt bulging again, absolutely filled to brim with the big, black dog&#039;s bulbus glandis.<br /><br />Randy leaned forward and pounded in fast, swift strokes, ignoring her soft whimpers of &quot;No, <em>please!</em> You can&#039;t - I&#039;m in heat!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Don&#039;t you think I know that?&#039;&#039; Randy grunted, biting his lip. &quot;I&#039;m trying to squeeze as many of <em>my</em> pups as I can in there, next to Riley&#039;s.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail dropped her jaw. &quot;But, but I -&#039;&#039; before her words fading into a screaming moan, her hips bouncing wildly up and down around the Rottweiler. &quot;Unnnnhhh!&#039;&#039; she moaned.<br /><br />Bandit laughed. &quot;Give it to her! She&#039;s begging for it!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy groaned, &quot;Bitch, here it comes!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Even standing three feet away, the Beauceron could hear the mighty <em>sploosh</em> of Rottweiler cum spraying into her like a firehose. Abby just moaned and humped her hips, no choice but to guzzle every last drop. The thick knot sealed it all in, her lips stretched so thin he could see red veins. &quot;Noooo!&#039;&#039; she wailed, thought she was clearly enjoying it. Her <em>tail</em> was even wagging! Why did bitches always pretend like sex was the worst thing in the world?<br /><br />Randy turned around, tongue hanging out. He kept on pumping her while she squeezed and clenched around him, milking him. Inside, two sets of fresh, bubbling cum were churning together into one fertile pool. Bandit couldn&#039;t wait to join in - but he&#039;d have to, knowing Randy.<br /><br />Sure enough, nearly fifteen minutes passed before Randy tugged loose, a large splash of fluid gushing out of her cunt. &quot;Damn, Riley, where do you <em>find</em> these bitches?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley chuckled, &quot;Swear to God, <em>she</em> came to <em>me</em>.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Horny little slut,&#039;&#039; the Rottweiler grinned. &quot;Guess she came to the right place!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley rolled his eyes. &quot;She says she came here wanting a husband, and <em>that</em> just ain&#039;t going to happen. What she <em>really</em> wanted was a nice, thorough fucking, and that&#039;s exactly what she&#039;ll get.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban wasn&#039;t so sure. The Vizsla looked absolutely miserable, lying on the floor in a heap. Her vulva lay stretched and open, leaking warm cum onto the floor. Whimpering, she spoke almost like she was talking to herself, and sobbed, &quot;No. No! I didn&#039;t want this...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit walked up behind her, pausing. She sure looked happy when she was cumming! But it hadn&#039;t taken long for her face to darken afterward. Maybe she just needed another thick cock to make her feel better, and he had just the thing. Watching Randy at work always turned the Beauceron on, his knot already mostly swollen. Tying her would be a bitch! He&#039;d better get started or his bulge would get so big he&#039;d <em>never</em> get in.<br /><br />He put an experimental paw on the Vizsla&#039;s back. She whined, but didn&#039;t fight it. In fact, she stood on wobbly legs, pulling her tail aside. Bandit could barely make out her whisper: &quot;Get it over with.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />So, she <em>did</em> want it! She didn&#039;t look or sound too pleased, but Ban took her at her word. While Riley and Randy started to talk, Bandit got busy, hopping onto Abby&#039;s proffered rump. He slid his erection right up against her dripping lips, feeling the slippery river spill onto his dick. Maybe getting his knot in wouldn&#039;t be so tough after all!<br /><br />&quot;Ready?&#039;&#039; Bandit asked, adjusting his hips.<br /><br />Abigail stared straight ahead, silently.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll take that as a yes,&#039;&#039; Ban shrugged. He jabbed forward, and instantly his dick was swimming in her tight, wet cunt. She still squeezed around him, but the greasy cum that coated her let the Beauceron slide all the way to his knot, <em>thudding</em> to a stop. Abigail rocked forward from the force of the impact, whining.<br /><br />His friend&#039;s cum <em>slurped</em> out of her, quickly running across Ban&#039;s knot. He humped again, enjoying the wet, warm <em>squick!</em> of his bulge pressing up against her heat-swollen mound. Bandit let his tongue hang out of his mouth, groaning, &quot;She&#039;s like a bucket of cum!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Her whines were emphasized by her quick, <em>slurping</em> humps. Say what she will, each time she was mounted she dissolved into a shuddering, moaning whore. She must have realized what would happen if she sought Riley out. Bandit was just doing the Vizsla a service. The three dogs would fuck her ragged, and she could keep pretending that she didn&#039;t want it. Would that satisfy her God?<br /><br />Bandit pounded faster, until his hips were a blur of black and caramel, stuffing the horny Hungarian again and again. Each time, his slick knot squeezed deeper, stretching her quivering pussy just a bit farther. She&#039;d just taken all of Randy, she could easily handle Bandit. Grimacing, the sleek dog said, &quot;Almost...in!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby squealed beneath him, speechless. Her meekness allowed the Beauceron to hear what his friends were saying. Riley was finishing a sentence with, &quot;...should we even let her go?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy said, &quot;She&#039;ll already be waddling from all of our cum. If she isn&#039;t pregnant, it&#039;d be a miracle. So why hold on to her?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban <em>popped</em> his knot into the quivering bitch, sealing himself inside of her. Her pussy bulged comfortably tight around the thick base of his cock, her vice-like grip almost sending him over the top. He barely heard Riley&#039;s response: &quot;I&#039;ve had hundreds of puppies. I don&#039;t care if it has more, I just want to fuck it.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby heard loud and clear, though. She flattened her ears and <em>whined</em>, digging her claws into the ground beneath her. Ban didn&#039;t know what his friends would decide, but he didn&#039;t care. He had more important matters to take care of. His short thrusts <em>sloshed</em> inside of her, swimming in a lewd combination of his friends&#039; copious contributions. <em>Number three, coming right up</em>, he thought to himself, saying, &quot;Spread those legs wide and take it like a good girl!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She did just that, rolling her rust-colored hips in a jerky circle, voice already raw from yipping. Bandit held on as tight as he could, but the way her pussy clenched and pulled on his cock was too much. He began to bark, loudly and often, balls pumping large quantities of fresh juice into her stuffed hole. She tossed her head back and <em>howled</em>, humping back and milking the Beauceron for every last fertile drop. <em>Oh, she wants me. She wants me </em>bad.<br /><br />Bandit was more than happy to oblige, groaning with each heavy <em>splurt</em>. He sprayed her sopping insides, joining his friends in her crowded womb. He might not be first, and he might not fill her the most, but he had quite a fair chance at claiming her womb. His eyes rolled up in his head, imagining Abigail weeks later, filled to the brim with a mixed litter. Every day that he could breed a bitch in heat was a good day in Ban&#039;s opinion.<br /><br />If Ban was satisfied, Abigail was ecstatic! The Vizsla was whining and humping and squeezing and moaning, all at the same time. Bandit could barely hold on as the bitch squirmed beneath him, her distended tunnel relaxing only to contract tightly again, keeping the Beauceron&#039;s cock buried as deeply as possible while it still <em>squirted</em> inside. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, drooling in a very unladylike manner, but she didn&#039;t care. All that seemed matter to her was her shuddering, mind-blowing orgasm.<br /><br />Bandit groaned, his cock starting to hurt inside of her. Luckily, she was finally starting to cool off, so he said, &quot;Well, go ahead, say it.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby shivered beneath him, panting so fast the trash on the ground was flipping end over end in a mad rush to get away from her. &quot;What...?&#039;&#039; she said with such a dry flat tone that Bandit was taken aback.<br /><br />&quot;I was thinking a `Thank you, Ban,&#039; was in order...&#039;&#039; he suggested.<br /><br />&quot;Go to hell, <em>Bandit</em>,&#039;&#039; she said, stressing the last word.<br /><br />&quot;My friends call me Ban.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I <em>know</em>.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban growled, surprised at the sudden hostility. &quot;Damn, girl! What crawled up your butt and died?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Vizsla gave him a sharp look over her shoulder, taking a deep breath before saying, &quot;You really don&#039;t get it, do you? You really think I wanted that...!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not sure which shed <em>you</em> were in. From where I was humping, you were pretty fucking happy!&#039;&#039; Bandit said, voice rising.<br /><br />Abigail shook her head. Bandit could swear she was <em>pitying</em> him. She said, &quot;The other two don&#039;t care what I think, but at least they know. <em>You&#039;re </em>just too stupid to understand.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />He was getting awfully tired of bitches calling him stupid and ignorant. The fur on his nape bristled, and he said, &quot;Well, fuck you, too, <em>bitch</em>. You try to do something nice for someone! I&#039;m done talking to you.&#039;&#039; To illustrate that point, Bandit lifted his leg and spun away from her, his pulsing balls squeezing up against her thin, brown tail. Abby didn&#039;t say anything else, just whimpering behind him.<br /><br />&quot;Well, how was she?&#039;&#039; the Rottweiler grinned at Ban.<br /><br />&quot;As stubborn as always,&#039;&#039; he growled.<br /><br />Riley spoke loudly and clearly, making sure that Abigail could hear as he said, &quot;Well, she&#039;s in for a <em>long</em> night. Just wait and see - in an hour or two she&#039;ll be <em>begging</em> for our cocks.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit nodded, licking his lips. He&#039;d seen that transformation first-hand. Almost a third of their conquests ended the night as whimpering little cock-sluts. Abby would be hard to break, but if anyone could, it was the three black dogs. &quot;Just give me a minute and I&#039;ll free her up. Which one of you is next?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley cackled. &quot;I call dibs. As her `fiance&#039;, I decide. She wouldn&#039;t dare fuck you two without <em>my </em>say so; that&#039;d be adultery!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit cocked his head. He didn&#039;t know much about marriage, but what he said made at least a little sense. With a groan, he tugged free of the whining bitch, his glistening cock dangling loosely beneath him. He began to lick himself off while Riley climbed on board, ignoring Abby&#039;s cries of protest. The Vizsla howled as her cunt was pierced by a throbbing dog cock for the fourth time that night.<br /><br />The Doberman, Rottweiler, and Beauceron had roamed together long enough to share nicely. The up-dog did his business while the other two chatted - about anything really, though bitches were the subject they most had in common. Bandit brought up the new dog food his master was giving him, and Randy could definitely relate. The Rottweiler was being put on a diet, much to his chagrin. Randy mounted once Riley was done, and Bandit enjoyed a brief conversation about their last mates. He told about how the horny collie had tried to hide her affair from her fiance, but Bandit had foiled that plan. Riley bragged a lot about the husky bitch he&#039;d bagged the same night as Abigail. Just as the story was getting good, though, Randy pulled free.<br /><br />Bandit took one look at the gushing, aching pussy beneath Abby&#039;s raised tail and hopped up. Her ears were flat, and she bared her teeth at him, but she didn&#039;t dare fight back. <em>Still putting up a front of disapproval</em>, Bandit noted. How many more fucks until she gave in? Three? Four? They&#039;d find out soon enough! <em>Squelch!</em><br /><br />Bandit quickly lost track of how many times the three males had slipped Abigail the sausage. She always moaned and came, but even after a dozen or two fucks she was <em>still</em> being very rude to him. The Beauceron had splattered her so many times that he was exhausted, but the Vizsla was going strong despite the non-stop attention. He had to envy her stamina.<br /><br />While Randy was getting busy with her, Riley lay down next to Ban. Both dogs were panting, wide grins on their faces. &quot;What time is it?&#039;&#039; the Beauceron groaned. &quot;We&#039;ve been here for <em>hours</em>.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley laughed. &quot;We get a lot more time if we don&#039;t waste it tracking bitches down. Fuck, I think I&#039;m done for tonight,&#039;&#039; he groaned, inspecting his wet, aching cock.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m really going to miss this one,&#039;&#039; Bandit smiled. He had another go left in him. &quot;The way she bucks down around my cock...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Well, there&#039;s always tomorrow.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />He cocked his head at Riley. &quot;You really think she&#039;ll come back? She sure <em>says</em> she doesn&#039;t like us.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I don&#039;t care what she thinks,&#039;&#039; Riley said. &quot;She came here wanting to marry me? I&#039;ll show her what being my wife is really like. C&#039;mon, follow me.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />He followed the Doberman as Riley walked to the back of the ramshackle structure. &quot;What are you doing?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Riley hunted around the junkyard until he saw what he was looking for: a huge sheet of corrugated metal. &quot;Help me with this,&#039;&#039; he growled, biting down around the metal ridges to pull it free from the debris. Bandit pulled, too, wincing from the <em>screech</em> of metal on metal. &quot;Alright, lift!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit did as he was told, tucking a paw beneath the sheet and picking the heavy sheet up just far enough to tuck his nose beneath it. With Riley&#039;s help, the two dogs were able to push the makeshift wall completely upright. &quot;What&#039;s this for?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Doberman laughed. &quot;I&#039;m making a bedroom for my future wife!&#039;&#039; With a brief investigation of the final room, Riley nodded. &quot;Help me rest this wall up against the door.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;A door?&#039;&#039; Dogs didn&#039;t use doors if they could help it. Bandit obeyed anyway, sliding the metal through the dirt until it leaned nicely up against the entrance to the next room - really just two tall piles of discarded junk. With his mouth free, the Beauceron said, &quot;I don&#039;t know why you&#039;re doing this. I mean, I doubt she even <em>wants</em> to marry you, anymore.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Perfect!&#039;&#039; Riley exclaimed, inspecting a what appeared to be a ceramic bathtub designed for a child. With effort, Riley was able to drag the enormous tub in front of the wall, effectively blocking the room off. He turned to Bandit and said, &quot;So what? What&#039;s she going to do once I lock her in there?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban dropped his jaw. He&#039;d been in the pound before, picked up for roaming around. But the phone number on his collar was a get-out-of-jail-free card. The room he&#039;d just help build might look a little haphazard, but it was a prison just as well. He really meant to <em>keep</em> her! Bandit said, &quot;You built this for <em>Abby?</em>&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Adelaide. You could at least get my fiancee&#039;s name right,&#039;&#039; Riley chided. &quot;This will be her home, for better or for worse.&#039;&#039; Riley grinned at his old friend. &quot;`Til death do us part.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit flattened his ears. &quot;But she doesn&#039;t...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I fucking <em>told</em> you; I don&#039;t <strong><em>care</em></strong> what she wants!&#039;&#039; Riley snarled, narrowing his eyes at Bandit. &quot;Don&#039;t you get it, yet? Bitches are for fucking. <em>We</em> decide what to do with them. The only thing that matters is what <em>we</em> want.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit stepped back. Riley seemed so sure of himself, but he couldn&#039;t wrap his head around this new philosophy. &quot;How does that make you any better than Rufus and Brutus?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Oh, <em>come on</em>,&#039;&#039; Riley said, rolling his eyes. &quot;I&#039;m not going to hurt her. She&#039;ll be healthy, have plenty to eat, and above all, be well-serviced. Believe me, I&#039;ll be doing her a favor.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Well, that was better than the mastiff brothers. But still Bandit said, &quot;But...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy&#039;s howls echoed through the small abode, a sure sign that the Rottweiler had slipped another one past the goal line and was about to start the next game: tug-of-war. Before Bandit could question Riley further, the Doberman said, &quot;Why don&#039;t you get Randy to come help me fill in those gaps near the top. Don&#039;t want her sneaking away tonight.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban paused. &quot;Alright...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Beauceron left Riley to his work, thinking furiously. Was Riley right? Bandit had spent most of his life telling himself that the bitches he raped really wanted it, no matter what they said. But now the Doberman was planning to hold one against her will. He didn&#039;t even seem to <em>care</em> whether she enjoyed the sex or not. Bandit felt a pit in his stomach. Riley was wrong, wasn&#039;t he? But Ban had spent his entire life looking up to the intelligent stray. There was only one thing to do - he had to talk to Abigail.<br /><br />He found her whimpering on the ground, a wet, sloppy mess. Randy was groaning, his thick bulge still splitting her wide, rump to rump. The Rottweiler gave him a toothy grin, saying, &quot;Still going, Ban? You&#039;ve gotten a lot more stamina since I left.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ve had a lot more practice,&#039;&#039; he joked. &quot;I&#039;ve got another load or two.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Good thing - Riley was saying he was already done. I want to ride a few more times, but even I can&#039;t go twice in a row. Make sure you take your time, okay?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit smiled. &quot;If I can hold back...Riley wanted your help in the back room.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Randy clenched his eyes and grunted, another gush of cum squeezing into the rusty-colored bitch. &quot;In a minute...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Waiting patiently, Ban watched his friend breed Abigail. She took it all, her hips quivering. He knew from experience that her warm pussy was absolutely drowning in cum. She had been filled more than twice over, the excess now clinging lewdly down the back of her legs. When the three dogs were finally done with her, she&#039;d have a <em>heck </em>of a clean-up job. <em>If we&#039;re ever done with her</em>, Bandit thought, grimly.<br /><br />Finally Randy pulled free with a loud <em>squelch!</em>, leaving the Vizsla&#039;s pink spade hanging open and loose, only slowly <em>slurping</em> back together. The Rottweiler gave a long, contented sigh, and said, &quot;Your turn.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />While Randy left to find Riley, Bandit turned to the bitch. &quot;Abby, right?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She glared at him, still lying belly first on the cum-stained floor. &quot;What&#039;s it matter to you?&#039;&#039; she growled.<br /><br />The Beauceron was no longer taken aback by her open hostility. He sighed. &quot;Why shouldn&#039;t I care?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail tossed her head with a huff. &quot;It&#039;s pretty obvious the only part of me that you care about.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit smiled at her. &quot;Well, you <em>are</em> a pretty great fuck. But I want to talk to you.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She stood up, shaking herself in a futile attempt to cast off the sticky mess that covered her belly. &quot;Of course, you do,&#039;&#039; she growled, adopting a low pitch as she mimicked, &quot;Good girl! You&#039;re so tight! You&#039;re going to take my puppies and <em>like it!</em>&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s not what I meant!&#039;&#039; Bandit whined, the conversation not flowing exactly as he&#039;d expected. &quot;Look, I&#039;m actually on your side. I mean, at least <em>I&#039;m</em> not planning on locking you away in a cage.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby blinked. &quot;They&#039;re going to lock me up?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Well...&#039;&#039; Bandit stammered, wishing he hadn&#039;t revealed that so soon. He needed to know what Abigail really felt before decided whether to help Riley or not.<br /><br />The Vizsla glanced at the back room and said, &quot;You again?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit perked his ears, turning toward the door expecting to see Riley, or maybe Randy. The passage was empty. &quot;Wha -?&#039;&#039; he started to say, but the scrabbling of claws drew his focus back to Abby.<br /><br />She was running for it!<br /><br />Bandit set chase immediately. He just wanted to talk! The Vizsla had a big head start, but her bloated stomach was slowing her down. Still, she was going to reach the exit before he was, unless... Bandit saw an opening in the makeshift wall of junk. Tucking his head, the Beauceron leapt right through the hole, landing just in front of the fleeing bitch. Grinning triumphantly, he blocked her way.<br /><br />He didn&#039;t see her snarl until it was too late. Abby bared her teeth, sinking them into Bandit&#039;s shoulder. He yelped, jumping back, barking. She leapt again, trying to either fight him off or sneak by. Ban narrowed his eyes. He gave a low, loud bellow, and jumped forward. Abby&#039;s bravado paled in the face of the vicious looking black dog. She whimpered, snapping uselessly at him as she backed up.<br /><br /><em>Now she fights - was she waiting to be alone with one of us?</em><br /><br />Her heart and fury were nothing compared to his experience. Bandit had fought off many dogs much bigger and stronger than Abigail. With a grin to show her the futility of her efforts, Bandit stepped forward and darted back, tricking the Vizsla into a missed bite. Then, he charged her side, knocking a foot back and almost toppling her. While her legs wobbled, he jumped on top of her, fangs pressed up against the back of her throat.<br /><br />The ruckus drew attention from the back room. Randy called, &quot;Ban, you okay?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail still squirmed beneath him, but he was too heavy. The Beauceron called back, &quot;It&#039;s okay, I&#039;ve got her!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Stop! Please, stop!&#039;&#039; she cried, shuddering at the sharp point of his canines on her neck. &quot;You win!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Good,&#039;&#039; he gasped, chest heaving. &quot;I just want to <em>talk</em>.&#039;&#039; Now, though, he was keenly aware of his position standing over her. His black belly fur rubbed neatly against her rump. He had to grit his teeth, his moist cock tip just inches away from her heat-swollen pussy.<br /><br />With the constrained voice of forced obedience, the shivering Vizsla said, &quot;I won&#039;t try to escape! `Talk&#039; all you want.&#039;&#039;<br /><br /><em>Why won&#039;t she believe me?</em> he wondered, sliding his paws around her hips for a better grasp. &quot;I&#039;m serious. I need to ask you something.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll tell you whatever you want,&#039;&#039; she gasped, no longer panting.<br /><br />Bandit looked down at the back of Abigail&#039;s head, shifting his hips into a more comfortable position. Now his tapered tip brushed gently up against her trembling spade. &quot;I just need to know what you <em>really</em> think of us fucking you.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I love it!&#039;&#039; she wept, answering quickly. &quot;I never want it to stop...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit blinked. That was the response he&#039;d been expecting, but something seemed off in the way she said it. Her voice quavered, and not with lust. He was pretty sure that earlier she&#039;d only been putting on a show of distress, secretly loving the blissful, howling orgasms the three studs had been giving her all night. &quot;You&#039;re...you&#039;re sure?&#039;&#039; he asked, leaning forward over her back to slide his belly flush with the small of her back, shoving her tail to the side.<br /><br />&quot;Yes...yes!&#039;&#039; she wailed. &quot;I&#039;m your bitch - do whatever you want with me...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit wasn&#039;t the sort of dog to second guess `yes&#039;. He was the sort of dog who believed what he wanted to hear. He was the sort of dog that would thrust first and never even ask any questions. He would pound Abby until she lost the voice to beg for it anymore, and then shove her into Riley&#039;s prison for later use, fucking the Vizsla again and again with his buddies until she was so fat from the puppies that she was no longer appealing.<br /><br />The old Bandit would have done just that. First the poodle, then the collie, and now Abigail. He looked down at Abby, whimpering below him and begging for his cock, and he said, &quot;I... don&#039;t believe you.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Vizsla laid her ears back, eyes wide. &quot;It&#039;s true! Fuck me!&#039;&#039; she said, wrapping her lips around the unfamiliar word.<br /><br />Ban had to suppress the urge to hump forward, his tip tantalizingly wet with her sopping pussy. &quot;You swear to your God that it&#039;s true?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail dropped her jaw. &quot;I...I, uh...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s what I thought,&#039;&#039; he growled. &quot;Tell me the truth!&#039;&#039; he barked.<br /><br />The rust-colored canine wilted below his sharp voice, her face scrunching up. She spoke with barely suppressed hatred, as she said, &quot;I hate it! I hate you...and them, and Riley most of all! I never wanted any of this, but you, they, everyone...just takes what they want. I don&#039;t...&#039;&#039; she paused, voice cracking, tail dangling straight down between her legs. &quot;I don&#039;t know what I did for God to abandon me like this...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban darted his head back as if her onslaught of words was a physical strike. &quot;But what about your moaning? You were loving it...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She squirmed beneath him, looking up over her shoulder at him with burning eyes. &quot;I&#039;m just a year old - this is my first heat. I don&#039;t know how to control it, or even if I can. Riley took advantage of me, lied to me, knocked me up. What will my family say when they find out about the puppies!? I don&#039;t know what they&#039;ll do, to me, or them. And all my friends will look at me like a sinful slut for the rest of my life! All because you three care more about the way I smell than the way I feel!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit said, &quot;That&#039;s not true, I just wanted to make us feel good...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re lying to yourself!&#039;&#039; she barked, her voice only growing. &quot;You&#039;re just like them - you just want to make <em>yourself</em> feel good. And now...I won&#039;t even get to go home in shame. I&#039;ll never see my family again. You&#039;re going to lock me up and rape me until I die...&#039;&#039; she added, her ferocity finally dulling into weeping.<br /><br />&quot;Okay, okay,&#039;&#039; Bandit stammered. &quot;Stop sobbing...&#039;&#039; he urged, heat rushing to his face. &quot;I get that you don&#039;t like it, but why not? Don&#039;t you get that you&#039;re made for this? I&#039;m a boy, you&#039;re a girl. Tab A goes in slot B, what&#039;s wrong with that?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Can&#039;t you see that I&#039;m <em>more</em> than that? That <em>you&#039;re</em> more than that?&#039;&#039; she sniffled. &quot;I heard you talking with...that other one about your masters. Dog food? Don&#039;t you three ever spend time just talking?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Honestly, Riley, Randy and Bandit spent most of their time together hunting bitches, but she had a point. He did enjoy talking with his friends, eating, running. Playing fetch.<br /><br />Before he could answer, Abigail continued, &quot;I believe there&#039;s more to life. That God made us each with a purpose - something we can do or give to make the world a better place. &quot;Even Riley. Even <em>you</em>...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;But I&#039;ve <em>been </em>making the world a better place. I don&#039;t know if God made me or whatever, but I do that every day.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;How?&#039;&#039; Abigail asked, confused. &quot;All...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Before she could continue, Bandit answered by way of demonstration. &quot;Like <em>this</em>,&#039;&#039; he said, finally giving in to the growing urgency in his loins. He <em>humped</em> forward, slipping his throbbing dick through her wet folds.<br /><br />Abigail yelped, tossing her head back. &quot;No! Not like this!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;But this is my gift,&#039;&#039; Ban replied, emphasizing his point with the point of his cock. He poked forward, jabbing deep into Abigail&#039;s bouncing spade. <em>God that feels good</em>... &quot;The only thing I&#039;m good at is making bitches cum...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby whined, squirming beneath the Beauceron, but unable to wriggle away from his strong grasp. &quot;How is <em>this</em> making the world better!?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban leaned forward, whispering in the bitch&#039;s ear. &quot;Feel the way my cock fills you, stretching you out. Tell me you don&#039;t like the steady thump of my hips against yours, my hips rubbing perfectly with yours like we were made for each other. The way my breath washes over your ears, the strong paws embracing your quivering hips.&#039;&#039; He could feel her breath quickening, the gently up and down of her hips, and the slippery clenching of her cunt around him. He bucked steadily, listening to her voice shiver and moan. &quot;Don&#039;t lie - how does it feel?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She gave a soft whimper before she could find the words. &quot;It feels...&#039;&#039; she said, hesitating. &quot;Unhhh, <em>God</em> Bandit, it feels great,&#039;&#039; she admitted breathily.<br /><br />&quot;See?&#039;&#039; he said, keeping the pace slow for now. He slid in and out, rubbing his glistening dick through her entire, quivering pussy.<br /><br />She groaned, &quot;But that&#039;s not the point...&#039;&#039; The Vizsla seemed distracted, and Bandit grinned, knowing exactly why. But even so, Abigail managed to gasp, &quot;This doesn&#039;t make the world any better!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Why not?&#039;&#039; he humped.<br /><br />&quot;I already told you! I don&#039;t want your puppies. When we&#039;re done here, we... This...isn&#039;t...&#039;&#039; she shivered. &quot;Could you stop that for a moment!?&#039;&#039; she moaned, legs quivering with the effort to keep from humping back.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;d rather not,&#039;&#039; he said honestly, starting to pick up the pace.<br /><br />Abigail growled, but what could she do? She continued, &quot;After this I&#039;ll be raising the puppies alone, ashamed...with...no dignity.&#039;&#039; She groaned, &quot;One moment of...bliss can&#039;t make up for a lifetime of sorrow.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Only because you bitches got it into your heads that having puppies is wrong,&#039;&#039; Bandit pointed out, hilting himself in her until his swollen balls quivered up against her rump.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s not <em>wrong</em>,&#039;&#039; she gasped. &quot;We&#039;re just supposed to be married first.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The Beauceron rolled his eyes. Now <em>that</em> was something he&#039;d never understood. &quot;And why the fuck is that? Explain <em>that</em> one to me.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Because it&#039;s a sin,&#039;&#039; Abby answered quickly.<br /><br />Ban rolled his eyes, slamming his hips against the Vizsla. &quot;You&#039;re gonna have to do better than that.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />He saw that Abigail was at a loss for words. <em>Has she ever even questioned it?</em> He could tell she was thinking fast - her expression looked just like Riley when he was puzzling out some new plan. He only got three or four more solid thrusts in before she had her answer.<br /><br />&quot;God cares most about puppies,&#039;&#039; she began, using so much concentration that even her errant humping slowed down. &quot;Every law about sex and marriage is to give puppies the best advantage.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;How does making it <em>harder</em> to make puppies help anything?&#039;&#039; Ban asked, bewildered.<br /><br />&quot;Marriage creates a stable childhood. How can a mother alone compare to a father and a mother in caring for the pups? How will the boys learn how to be males if their father is gone?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I learned just fine.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Did you?&#039;&#039; Abby asked. Now it was Bandit&#039;s turn to slow his pace, cocking his head to think. The Vizsla continued, &quot;Don&#039;t you want to pass on your knowledge and understanding to puppies of your own some day? Or are you content to sowing a dozen fields just to die alone?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit chuckled. &quot;More than a dozen.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;God made marriage to bind a male and a female tighter than any knot. Two lives become one, raising the strongest, smartest, best puppies they can - and <em>that&#039;s</em> what makes the world a better place,&#039;&#039; Abigail concluded.<br /><br /><em>What an odd thought</em>, Bandit pondered. He&#039;d never considered raising children himself. That was what bitches were <em>for</em>, wasn&#039;t it? His own mother had popped out a litter or three, and then he&#039;d been bought up and brought up by his master. Wasn&#039;t that the way things worked? What if his own dam and sire had raised him in marriage? He&#039;d be completely different. He&#039;d have listened to his father, learned all about marriage and raising puppies and then want to do that himself. He certainly wouldn&#039;t be here, considering whether or not to throw Abby into a prison cell for his own amusement. If he&#039;d been raised by his father, he&#039;d be...<br /><br />...better?<br /><br />He stood there, frozen, leaning over Abby, ignoring his tightly squeezed cock. When the Vizsla spoke he finally shook free of his thoughts. She whimpered, &quot;But it&#039;s too late for me.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Huh?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;I stupidly gave myself to Riley, and I know now - he&#039;ll never marry me. Even if he lets me go when I give birth, I&#039;ll have to raise the puppies alone on the streets - and I don&#039;t know the first thing about finding food.&#039;&#039; She began to sob. &quot;I broke the rules, and I should suffer for it, but why must my puppies!?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />She was right, there. Riley was certainly never going to tie the knot with this Vizsla, at least not in the way that she wanted. And he wasn&#039;t going to find food for her <em>and</em> all of her puppies. Bandit had to agree - she was pretty screwed. Unless...<br /><br />&quot;Well, who says <em>Riley</em> will be the father?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;What?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit explained, &quot;We all fucked you, right? What if some of your puppies are Randy&#039;s, or mine? Hell, we even <em>look</em> the same. As far as you&#039;ll know, they could all be mine.&#039;&#039; In his excitement, the Beauceron began rocking his hips again, making the Vizsla whimper.<br /><br />&quot;So <em>what</em> if you&#039;re the father,&#039;&#039; she asked, bucking back against him &quot;How does that help?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Well, <em>I</em> could marry you, right? Then at least your pups would have a dad around. You could even tell your friends that we were married <em>before</em> we banged - no one would know otherwise.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;God would know,&#039;&#039; she said sadly. Then she let out a heaving sigh, saying, &quot;But that would still be better than nothing. Are you...are you suggesting that we...?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />In the delay, Ban&#039;s knot had swollen to its full size, still pressing up against Abby&#039;s ragged cunt. Her bouncing spade <em>slurped</em> up against his knot, and Bandit wanted nothing more than to slam himself home. He groaned, leaping forward to grind against her, the cum-dripping lips stretching out with each thrust. &quot;I guess I am,&#039;&#039; he groaned.<br /><br />Abby tensed her entire body, digging her claws into the trash-covered ground to push backward against the eager Beauceron&#039;s bulging knot. She yipped and yelped as he began to wedge his way inside her.<br /><br />&quot;Abby,&#039;&#039; he began. &quot;Will you...<em>unnnh</em>...marry...me?&#039;&#039; With the last word, he pounded forward, burying his entire knot into her stuffed, clenching pussy. His swollen glands tickled the Vizsla&#039;s most sensitive spot, sending the orange bitch into shuddering spasms and a high-pitched squeal.<br /><br />He could only just make out her word: <em>&quot;Yeeeeeeessssssss!&#039;&#039;</em><br /><br />* * * * *<br /><br />Riley and Randy were still filling in the holes to their new prison by the time Bandit was done with his new fiancee. Rather than lock her up, of course, he let her run straight home, giving her a good two-minute head start before he ran to tell his friends that she had `escaped&#039;. Riley had just sighed and said, &quot;We&#039;ll just have to find another bitch to take Allison&#039;s place.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ban skipped the next evening, telling Randy that his master wasn&#039;t letting him out. In truth, he was meeting up with Abigail. The Vizsla had been making preparations - sending invitations (by word of mouth, of course), setting the date for later in the day, informing Father Rover and getting ready to meet with the esteemed Irish Setter to discuss the impending marriage.<br /><br /><em>Well, he showed up the next day, that&#039;s one better than Riley,</em> Abby thought grimly. She had quite a few reservations about this arrangement - what did she really know about Ban, after all? Only that he had spent his entire adult life raping bitches full of puppies. Still, as strangely naive as he seemed, he did seem sincere. She tried to keep a positive outlook as she sat next to the imposing Beauceron, ears perked attentively to Father Rover.<br /><br />&quot;Are you sure about this?&#039;&#039; the priest cautioned, asking a few prerequisite questions. &quot;Marriage is a big commitment. After tonight, you will only be for each other, until God calls one of you to heaven a decade or so from now. Bandit, she will be your responsibility to keep and protect, and put no other bitch before her.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Uhh,&#039;&#039; Ban started, much to Abby&#039;s chagrin. But he did say, &quot;I think I can do that.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Rover&#039;s long, red hair flowed in the slight breeze of his backyard garden, giving the male a slightly perturbed impression. &quot;You need to do more than <em>think</em>, son. You two are to be joined as one spirit for now and for always. Behind God, Abigail must be <em>first</em> in your mind.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Yeah, okay,&#039;&#039; Bandit said, squirming in place.<br /><br /><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\">While the Irish Setter turned to Abigail, the Beauceron seemed distracted by the busy preparations going on around him. Abby had wanted a beautiful wedding, and so two of Rover&#039;s nuns were setting up the garden, cordoning off a section for the guests and placing flowers near the large, concrete bench that would serve as the altar. Rover cleared his throat and spoke, &quot;And you are to be subject to your husband, as to the Lord. Let no male come between you and your husband.&#039;&#039;<br /><br /></span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\">&quot;Believe me,&#039;&#039; she said with rather dry wit, &quot;Not if I can help it.&#039;&#039;</span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\"><br /><br /></span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\">Rover raised an eyebrow, but continued on to inform in great detail all of the expectations of a Catholic marriage, particularly emphasizing that any puppies that might someday be born (little did he know!) were to be raised Catholic, and then explained the upcoming ceremony and the vows that were to be said.&nbsp;&nbsp;Abby knew it all by heart - it was rather common sense - but she wished she could see into Ban&#039;s mind.&nbsp;&nbsp;Half the time, the Beauceron was idly watching the nun&#039;s preparations.&nbsp;&nbsp;The Vizsla had to continuously nudge him back to the discussion at hand, but even then he seemed to space out.&nbsp;&nbsp;Just about the only thing he did perk up about was Abby&#039;s question about the honeymoon.</span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\"><br /><br /></span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\">Because guests were coming, Abigail was going to walk down the `aisle&#039; laid out in the middle of the garden, so she made her way to the `Getting-Ready&#039; room, which was really nothing more than an old tool shed. Guests would be arriving any minute, but the first guest surprised her.<br /><br /></span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\">&quot;Are you sure about this?&#039;&#039; Father Rover said, knocking on the tool shed door. The Irish Setter wrinkled his brow. &quot;It is God&#039;s place to judge, but I want to make sure that you&#039;re not getting married for the wrong reasons.&#039;&#039;<br /><br /></span><span style=\"color: #3F3F3F;\">Abigail blinked. &quot;What reasons?&#039;&#039;</span><br /><br />The Setter looked up and the left, thinking. He picked his words, saying, &quot;I don&#039;t mean to be crude, but... I may be old, but my nose still works. Are you sure that this time of the year is when you should be making such an important decision?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail yelped, and sat down on her haunches, burying her swollen mound against the concrete. Blood rushed to her face. <em>He thinks I&#039;m only marrying Bandit to quench my heat!</em> &quot;That has...nothing to do with my decision.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;And what about <em>his?</em>&#039;&#039; Rover cautioned. &quot;Look, Abby, I&#039;ve known you for your entire life. I just want to make sure you&#039;re cared for. That...&#039;Bandit&#039;...is he even Catholic?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby gulped. &quot;Well, he&#039;s not <em>not</em> Catholic. He just...has a lot to learn. But that&#039;s not the point - I <em>have</em> to marry him.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Father Rover blinked. &quot;What do you -&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Can I...uh...save that for confessional?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Oh,&#039;&#039; he said, tail twitching.<br /><br />Finally, it was time for the wedding to begin, and when Abigail emerged looking rather radiant in her new, blue collar, everyone was in place. She saw several of her friends, including Boo, and Suze, and Princess from Obedience School. Even her teacher, Champ, had responded to the invitation! She&#039;d always liked the handsome Dalmatian. The two nuns, a Whippet and a Basset Hound, were seated as well, but she didn&#039;t know their names. Christie and Billy were there, of course, and would probably be the next down the aisle as soon as Christie started `showing&#039;. Abigail shivered, wondering if she should tell the good Christian boy that his new girlfriend was probably full of Riley&#039;s pups. <em>Not yet.</em><br /><br />She was grateful that Bandit hadn&#039;t asked any guests to come. Who did he even know besides Randy and Riley? What would she have done if they had been standing and watching from the groom&#039;s side?<br /><br />The only music came from the chirping birds, but that was enough, as Abigail walked down the aisle to sit beside a confused-looking Bandit. <em>He&#039;s here; that&#039;s what matters</em>. Abigail kept her rump down in the grass, knowing her thin tail would do nothing to hide the sight or scent of her puffy spade. Rover began the rites, prayers, and liturgies, until it was time to exchange the vows.<br /><br />&quot;Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right paws and declare your consent before God and His Church,&#039;&#039; Father Rover recited.<br /><br />Bandit clumsily touched Abby&#039;s paw and gave it his best shot, saying, &quot;I, Ban, take you, Abby, to be my mate - er, wife? I promise to be true to you in sick times and bad times, in goodness and in health. Oh, and I&#039;ll make love to you and honor you all the days I&#039;m alive.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abby rushed into her vows, hoping no one would notice Bandit&#039;s slip up, but a soft chuckle or two belied the truth. &quot;I, Abigail, take you, Bandit, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Father Rover nodded slowly, before reciting, &quot;Then by their consent to be married, I pray for God&#039;s blessing upon Bandit and Abigail. What God has joined, let no dog divide. You are now husband and wife, forever and always. Go now in God&#039;s peace.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bandit paused, letting it sink in, then said, &quot;So that&#039;s it, then? We&#039;re married?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Abigail took a deep breath, looking up into the Beauceron&#039;s eyes. This wasn&#039;t how she pictured her big day, but still the moment made her heart tingle. She was married, and Ban was hers, for better or for worse. She smiled up at him, and said, &quot;Yes,&#039;&#039; breathily.<br /><br />Ban grinned down at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that made Abigail&#039;s tail twitch. When she&#039;d first met the dog the day before, she had been a bit too busy to notice, but the Beauceron was a beautiful specimen. Strong, sleek, and with striking colors, she could have done far worse for herself. Maybe this arrangement would work out after all!<br /><br />&quot;Great,&#039;&#039; he said, walking around behind the Vizsla. There, in front of everyone, the Beauceron climbed onto Abigail&#039;s pack, tucking his paws around her rust-colored rump.<br /><br />&quot;Bandit!&#039;&#039; she cried. &quot;Not <em>here!</em>&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Huh?&#039;&#039; he asked, not letting go just yet. &quot;But I thought -&#039;&#039; There was absolute silence from the guests, much less the nuns and priest himself.<br /><br />In a harsh whisper that Abigail knew all the canine ears would pick up just fine, she shrilled, &quot;The honeymoon is for <em>tonight</em>...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />&quot;Oh...&#039;&#039; he said, finally hopping off.<br /><br />Abigail&#039;s face burned, and she refused to look at the array of guests. &quot;Let&#039;s just go,&#039;&#039; she barked, leading Bandit away from the ceremony as quickly as possible.<br /><br /><em>God,</em> she prayed, <em>please help him. He&#039;s got a </em>lot<em> to learn.</em><br /><br /></span>",
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