"That is so unfair!" Abby put on her most fearsome pout, both hands instinctively resting upon her hips. It didn't do much to strengthen her point, but did almost make her dad smile. She wasn't the sort to throw temper-tantrums and skulk. Seldom did she try. This meant when Abby actually did make a fuss it was more amusing than anything. Pleading and giving the Bambie eyes was generally more effective- between her heart-warming smile and brilliant blue eyes it was hard to say no. This time, less so. Her dad continued holding back an amused look. "Easy there, Abby," the man said, holding up both his hands in a placating gesture. "Your mom and I had no idea it would be at a bar." "Well it's stupid," she protested. "I wanted to see my uncle." "You see him every other week, at least." "It's not just about that, though! Last year's barbecue was great- I met a whole lot more of my family." Her dad frowned. "Abby- even if I agreed with you, which I do not, there's nothing I can do. It's at a bar. What would you have me do? Put you in a box and sneak you in?" "No. Of course not. That would be silly." "So-?" her dad asked. "So I'm just saying it's stupid." Abby's uncle, Jon, was one of the larger role models of her life. Not only did he spoil her but shared one of her biggest interests- animals. Since a child Abby had loved the hell out of every little critter that moved. Bugs and everything. This turned out to be perfect for her, considering Jon had already gone through veterinarian school and actually worked with animals for a living. An exotic animal veterinarian, he made bank working with random strange pets or certain animals at the zoo. He had a decent-sized house out in the middle of nowhere with horses and everything. "Noted." The teen let out a miserable sigh in response. Her dad held back another grin, and continued- "The crockpot is all ready, so you shouldn't starve while we're out." "Yeah, I know." Her dad made an idle wave with one hand and turned to leave. Half-way through the act he paused and looked over his shoulder. "And listen, young lady. I'm sure you'll be able to visit Jon and the horses one of these weekends. This isn't the end of the world." "Yeah, yeah. Go have fun. Tell him happy birthday for me." The man continued off towards the front door, pulling one of many jackets off the coat rack as he went. At the same time Abby turned to the kitchen. Both her parents slipped out without another word. A surprising amount of seconds passed before gravel crunched, out front. A few more beats later headlights shone on through the front curtains, before turning and vanishing into the dusk. It suddenly felt very empty inside. The house was suitably large- a massive master bedroom, her own, garage, a pair of guest rooms. Abby was always somewhat aware of how spacious it was- between the four of them there was plenty of room to spare. This meant that when she did get ditched, or babysat, the place felt dead empty. Still, there was food to inspect. Her path took her through the dining room, past the wood paneling and sizable table, over to the kitchen. Once there she stepped over the big, shaggy critter and scrutinized the crock-pot. Beef, potatoes, and carrots. Could be worse. A plastic ladle had been left conveniently close, so the teen began to give the slop a quick stir. Almost immediately tags jingled and nails clacked against the wood flooring. Abby sighed again, this time more amused. She turned her head just barely to one side, mostly with her eyes, and peered through the intervening blonde locks. Her buddy Herc had gotten up from his perch to plop down beside her. Sitting on his haunches, the Great Dane was easily head-level with her stomach. The fawn-colored canine put this height to great use, allowing her to see his terribly sad, hungry doggy eyes that much better. It was all but written in those orbs that the canine needed food, badly, and that potatoes and tenderly, slow cooked beef would hit the spot perfectly. Herc was a prime example of his breed. Tall, well proportioned, perfect coloring. His coat was just the right color of shiny yellow-tan, muzzle and tips of his ears coal black. Jon had pounded it into Abby's parent's brains, several years past, the importance of good breeders. Too many dogs had been mutated into sadistic mockeries of good breeding, for the sake of showmanship. Herc was the exact opposite- purebred, descended from a healthy line. He'd keep puttering along for some time despite his breed. "This is so stupid, Herc," Abby noted, giving the food a last few stirs. She found herself not hungry. The teen pondered for a moment if she should slip the ravenous dog some beef and then decided against it. Maybe after she ate, herself. Her mother would no doubt feel strongly about giving Herc some of the dinner, doubly so if Abby didn't have any herself. Abby chanced a quick look at the dog, only to find Herc laying prone, his snout planted on his front paws. Gazing sadly up at her. They'd taught one another a few tricks about wheedling and begging, over the years, or so she imagined. Lacking anything better to do, Abby turned and began the walk to her room. Soon after Herc pulled himself up as well, floorboards creaking, and lazily followed. It only took a few long moments for the two to trudge over to Abby's room. The gal opened the door, mostly with her shoulder. Once inside she was almost instantly drawn to the center of the room. Overall it was tidy and immaculate- almost all of the room was decked out with white decor, the odd stripe of neon green breaking it up. A number of dressers adorned one wall, along with a small bookshelf, and most of the rest was taken up by her queen-sized bed and desk. The later bore some disheveled papers and a semi-decent PC, though Abby didn't use it nearly as often as she could have. Directly in front of the teenager, on the only open part of the wall, stood a rather elaborate full mirror. As Herc began settling down beneath Abby, and let out a chuffle, she focused upon her reflection. At sixteen years of age, Abby stood just a hair shorter then her peers, at five-four. And while this might have been a matter of concern for others, Abby wasn't, because in many other ways she had won the chromosomal lottery. Dirty-blonde locks fell on down to her shoulders, straight and shiny, always looking as though she had just showered. This only gave way to a perfect heart-shaped face, framed with the most brilliant blue eyes. The true beauty of Abby came from her smile- if she wasn't pouting Abby could give out the most heart-warming grin imaginable. Between the ice-colored eyes and straight, white teeth it was nearly heart-attack inducing. She'd also begun to fill out with age. Still straight-limbed with youth, Addy had just begun to hit stride as a woman. Having taken to bras at a young age, Abby now bore a rather nice rack, which had been poked fun at half-enviously by her friends. Overall she was a knockout- slim waist, newly widening hips, even a tight, round ass. Boys had been floundered and distracted by it in the past. She knew she looked good and liked the fact. Abby hadn't bothered switching out from the school uniform, part due to laziness, part due to liking the look. The white-collared blouse may have been just a tiny bit too tight, and small, as it barely managed to mute the curves of her chest, even hidden beneath the gray sweater. An honest-to-god red tie wrapped around her collar, crisp and neat. Abby's skirt was plaid, alternating between a light gray and charcoal collar, and was the required knee-length. Long, smooth legs lowered on free. For another few moments Abby regarded herself in the mirror. Idly she widened her stance, barely, and extended her palms and arms outwards. Looking over herself, the gal then began running through a few small stances idly. Once she began sticking her chest out, and lowering her torso, Abby realized she was bored out of her mind. "Arghh," she groaned, then glanced over to her dog. Herc peered up, his muzzle once more resting upon paws. He tilted it fractionally, almost inquisitively, looking upward at her. After making another unamused noise the gal turned on the balls of her feet and all but dropped onto the ground, joining him in the center of the floor. As she had often done in her littler years, the teen rest the back of her neck and head upon the big, hairy critter. "We'll, at least you're here. Maybe I can find you a chewtoy or something." Almost immediately the dog's ears perked up and Herc glanced at her. That got a snort out of the teen. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Rolling onto her stomach, the gal propped herself up onto her left elbow. With her free hand she began to run fingers through Ruffle's flank, stroking the fur there. After a few token pets she simply lay there, scratching and petting at the canine. Her hand roamed, messing with his ears, scratching under the dog's throat. If she got bored-er Abby could always blow air up his nose. It didn't take long for Herc to let out a heavy breath and roll onto his back, eyes pleasantly glazed over and partly shut. "You and your belly rubs. I really spoil you, Herc." Rising into a kneel, Abby began to run both her hands along the soft, shorter fur along his chest and belly. One of Herc' legs began to idly kick, soliciting a grin from Abby. Used to the act by now, she began to just zone out, her mind wandering as she pet the dog. More than a minute passed of the dog kicking idly. Something new in the corner of Abby's vision caught her attention. Just to her right, not two feet away, Herc had begun to react to her petting. A white-ish pink protrusion had begun to poke out from between the dog's legs, up and away from the raised section of fur. Abby stopped moving and blinked for a moment. "Herc!" she gasped, half-scolding. Her hands fell on back to her sides, suddenly hyper-aware of her touch on the dog. Abby also found her eyes tracking back from Ruffle's face, over to his swelling rod. She'd seen him getting stiff before in the past. While Abby was growing up Herc had not quite been trained yet with boundaries- she'd seen him humping away at people's legs when he was a big, dumb, puppy, and naturally found it hilarious back then. It had to have been years since any of that had happened, though, since she'd seen the results of Herc arousal. For the first time ever Abby looked at Herc in an entirely different light, knowing what was happening. The teen felt slightly disgusted at what she saw- the thick, hand-length rod of meat. The tip was short and pointed, a bulging, wide urethra sitting along the bottom. Along the tip was more violet-purple color, and veins, which gave way further down to a more odd white color. Abby had seen a boy's cock before, at a party one time, but never before did she connect A with B. Herc no doubt wanted to mate with a member of his own kind. Rather than any sort of dumb boy Herc was simply an animal, who no doubt was lustful in the careless, free-spirited dog fashion. And he was definitely an adult. Looking at it Abby couldn't quite deny that she was a bit curious. Almost reflexively she peered around the room, looking out for any watchful eyes that might be looking in. Despite there being no such thing, anxious curiosity compelled her to try and hide what was going on, to make sure no one could look in. "What am I thinking?" Abby asked herself. "This is wrong." The teen narrowed her eyes and peered into the mirror, a wary, skeptical looking Abby gazing back. It didn't reveal anything to her. Almost at once Abby turned back to Herc. Her hand rest back on his stomach and began to lightly, slowly pet again. One of her good friends, Lizzie, had actually done it with a boy. Her sweetheart was actually a really nice dude- they were the cutest couple. But word had gotten out, and all the legions of parents and staff had crashed down upon the two with a vengeance. Even now many of the students had called her mean things behind her back, and even to her face, and it had made life tough on Elizabeth. Abby shuddered at the memory. Abby was interested in boys herself. A little bit. Sometimes they would make her uncomfortable by looking at her chest, or being very unsly about looking at her butt. When she caught them at it, at least. But at other times it gave her an exhilarating, fluttery sensation that made her feel pretty. Doubly so when the boy was one of the star students and a hunk. Not that she'd every voice as much. And school came first- ignoring the fact her dad would run off any boys with nun-chuks or an axe or something. "Aghhhh. What am I doing?" Locking the door, Abby thought. The teen deftly bounced up to her feet. A couple large steps later she reached her door, twisting the little knob to lock it. After turning back around she found Herc back up. "Hey boy," Abby breathed, stroking at his back again. "Down." He did so, and it only took a bit more cajoling to have Herc roll over again. The more she thought about what was happening the more Abby felt disgusted. So she just decided not to think. Herc' member was mostly soft once more, so the girl began to stroke at his belly in more circular, scratching motions. Her hands idly circled a bit wider, lowering a little more down below his stomach. Some of her fingers came within a few inches of the dog's sheath, causing him to suddenly lean up and twist his head to look at her. "Easy, Herc." He let out an almost silent whimper, before dropping back down. It only took a moment for the thing to begin sliding free of the sheathe. Abby continued stroking for a bit longer. After a hand's length was out Abby peered at the glistening, white-violet organ again. After giving a quick glance over her shoulder, and swallowing, the girl gingerly reached out with a single finger and poked at it. The organ felt surprisingly warm to her touch, almost glistening hot. A few inches further down hung a pair of balls the size of apples. Again Herc leaned up, almost in a jerk, but her left hand continued stroking at his belly, urging him to lay back. "It's okay." After pausing for a few seconds, and building up more confidence, Abby wrapped the tip of three of her fingers around the thing. It'd take almost an entire hand to wrap around. Idly she began to raise her three fingers up, and down, just barely, feeling the skin sliding to and fro with her motions. Herc twitched a bit more, and then let out what was almost a bark. "Shhhh, quiet down." The slightly squishy, conforming thing in her hand began to throb. Abby pulled back at once- watching as the remainder of the shaft twitched and continued sliding on free of the sheathe. The girl's mouth hung slightly agape as it finished. What before had been a hand's length was now nearly the length of her forearm- almost a foot of pulsing, glistening dog meat. How the hell did other dogs manage to fit all of that? Littler breeds, even? Good god. Reaching back over, the girl wrapped her right hand around the thing, now solid and hot as could be. Herc jerked up again, more, that same whine sounding forth. Abby didn't think she was hurting him, to the best of her knowledge. Instead his head seemed to be almost lunging for his member. That would add up. He was a stud, and wanted some kind of activity, or something. She was probably just teasing him beyond belief. A sudden curiosity struck Abby. She found herself lowering, sinking down onto her knees, and leaned on over towards the big shaft in her hand. Almost self-consciously Abby lowered a tiny more, the one-way parted bangs and hair spilling around her head. There she gave the thing a tiny sniff. Unsurprisingly it smelt like dog. But it was kind of meaty too, a sort of musky scent that was overwhelmingly masculine. Abby had heard a little bit from Lizzie and the others. Supposedly one of the most amazing things to do for a guy, when it came to /that/, was to take it in the mouth. A blowjob, her friend had called it. Her eyes remained glued to the massive doggy cock, though she had leaned back up. Well, she thought. If she was doing it for future Mr.lucky, that was totally fine. Wasn't it? Again Abby leaned down, inhaling that musky dog scent. She wasn't quite sure what to do. Not knowing how else to start, Abby leaned down and extended her tongue. Almost warily she lowered further, touching the thing just barely to Herc' rod. Almost as soon as she had her tongue flicked on back, surprised, before returning and sticking to the side of his cock. It didn't taste any worse than his fur. More meaty, and skin-y, sure, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it might have looked. The entire act was still only just dawning on Abby. The teen began to move her tiny little tongue along Ruffle's shaft. Quickly growing in boldness, she began to trace it along the side, up and down along nearly all the throbbing inches. Something wet and hot suddenly found itself on her cheek. Abby pulled back, fast. Almost like a little well, clear fluid had begun to bubble forth from the tip of Herc' shaft. The teen blinked at it for a few moments. Idly she took notice of his pleading eyes, and quiet, pleading whimpering, before inspecting it closer. He hadn't finished, she didn't think. Abby was a bit clueless but she knew enough to know that this wasn't actually semen. Again she leaned out her tongue, just barely touching the tip of it to the now dripping meat. The fluid tasted like dog, naturally, and kind of gross. Bitter even. Hot. The teen idly ran a few fingers across it- noticing the now wet-glide of her fingers, the wet sheen that they left behind. It added up. Abby deftly reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, letting the rest of it rest up and over her neck. She then lowered, the throbbing, pulsing shaft of dog meat intimidatingly big. The young teen's thin, pouty little lips then opened and she lowered further, taking the spear-headed tip into her mouth. Immediately the dog ceased his whimpers, the animal's hips bucking up and driving at her, desperate to plunge into the wet hole that it had found. A couple inches forced their way into Abby's mouth, soliciting a glurk of a sound. Pre literally spurted out into her mouth and Abby found herself nearly leaping up. At the same time her hands lowered and pressed against Herc, near his base. This motion seemed to console him- rather than bucking he seemed to slacken, allowing her to press down with her hands. Abby's lips popped on free despite the fact- a small, small streak of fluid running down her chin. Abby idly wiped it away with the back of her sleeve and gave Herc an irritated expression. She'd already gone this far, Abby thought, and the prickling, electrical sensation in her spine had yet to go away. Without another thought she leaned down and put it in her mouth again. The sudden sensation of something big, meaty, and foreign filling her mouth returned. So did the sensation of the pre- the big, doggy shaft spurting again, sporadicly but nearly constant. Her right hand lowered and wrapped around the rest of the cock, gently stroking up and down as her hot little mouth wrapped around the top. Her other hand was free, so she began to run it along his fur, the hair warm and pleasant to the touch. Abby lowered fractionally, leaning more over the dog, and another inch slid into her mouth. The precum was beginning to grow impossible to ignore, pooling against her lips and threatening to drip free any moment. Another spurt took her then- a blast of pre, shooting just the enough couple of inches to drip down the girl's throat. She froze for a second, feeling the hot liquid run and dribble down towards her stomach. She didn't die. The teen hesitated for another moment, heart racing, and then just swallowed what was there. This emptied the liquids from her mouth, though Abby felt some of it sliding down the shaft and falling to her hand. Abby began to stroke this along his shaft. Herc bucked again- thrusting his hips up towards her mouth. The doggy cock pressed into her mouth deeply for an instant, driving towards the back of her throat. Instinctively Abby opened her jaw wider, trying not to hurt the canine with her teeth. Still, she pressed down with her left hand, pushing him away. The gal sputtered once, and then slid her lips up along the shaft. The bucking and thrusting seemed to suddenly make sense, and the young teen quicky wrapped her mouth around his cock again. Abby then began to lightly bob her head up and down. Golden locks drifted and bounced lightly as she worked her way along the first couple of inches. In response Herc began to pant, contentedly. The precum had again formed a pool against her lips. Deftly Abby swallowed some of it, then opened her lips enough to let the remainder spill free. This allowed her to pump her hand all the way up and down without resistance. A sudden curiosity took Abby. Her tongue moved to and fro a tiny bit, smashed against the big meaty shaft, and then she began to press down ever-so-lightly. More dog cock filled her mouth, the stinking, hot shaft filling her mouth almost painfully. Once there, when it felt like she could go no further, Abby wrapped her fore-finger and thumb around Herc, pressing it against her lips. She then leaned on up, slurping and sucking as she went. The cock exited her mouth with a wet little pop, a strand of precum and saliva briefly connecting it to her lips. She ignored this, and then peered down at her fingers. They wrapped around Herc not even half-way down, what might have been three or four inches. A whole lot of meat remained. Something else was new- towards the bottom, a few inches up, the base of the organ had begun to grow in size, swollen in a sort of ball shape. It looked veiny and larger than Abby's fist. Way larger. "What?" Abby frowned, and poked at it with a finger, inviting another whine. Having no idea, Abby scooched further back on her knees, and then leaned forward. Draping her arms sideways across the dog, arching her back, the young teen found her head much lower and closer. After settling a tiny bit more she opened her mouth, wide, and slid back on down to her stopping point. The next two spurts of precum hit the top of her mouth, ran down past her tongue, and then slid down around the knot. She began to pick up the pace, also beginning to actually suck. Elizabeth had talked about how doing it fast was best, so Abby began to rock up and down, letting the meat slide nearly out of her lips before plunging back down. Her entire mouth was choked and filled with both the taste and scent of dog, so there really was no slowing down or stopping. Instead her hair bounced and flew, spilling down around her head. Not caring to tuck the hair up and away, she rocked up and down, the massive dog cock in her mouth hidden by the blur of gold. Wet slurps and splurches filled Abby's room as she sucked at Herc. Abby's cheeks expanded and contacted as she alternated sucking or blowing. Something about this was very exciting for the young teen. Though the fur was all but impossible to ignore, she could easily see how some lucky boy might enjoy the hell out of this. And it wasn't like she was sneaking around and actually doing this to boys. The idea excited Abby and made her spine tingle more, butterflies bouncing around in her stomach. And it's not like she actually was. At some point the teenager's slim hips had begun to move back and forth, wagging with blatant lust. A couple of her fingers suddenly touched against her lips, drenched, and Abby realized she had gotten further. The fur did seem a tiny bit closer. Lowering her hand, slowing down, the girl slid her fingers further down to the base. There she could feel the massive, swollen shape of the knot. Idly she wrapped a hand around it- feeling the shape and density of the thing. Herc began to buck again- but this time Abby was more or less ready. The first thrust took her on the upstroke, but then the second jerked up as she was beginning the descent. Something hit the back of her throat, painfully, and then rather than pulling back she simply gagged and pulled up a little bit. Instead of pushing away with her hands Abby let Herc do it more- thrusting at her tiny, hot little mouth, driving his cock deeper inside. Twice more she took it, gagging more, and then suddenly Abby felt the need to throw up. The teen rocked off of him, bouncing up, and sputtered loudly and long- precum and saliva spilling from her mouth. Moisture had filled her eyes at that last thrust- that had hurt! In all the surprise Abby realized she hadn't checked how far that had been. Oh well. After taking a few steadying breaths, and wiping away the start of a tear, Abby wrapped her lips around the meaty shaft. This time she slowly began to slide down, watching as his fur and her hand inched closer. On and on she went, almost forcefully pressing her head down the last little bit. Her hand tightened around the thing, hard, just above the knot. Still further she slid down, her jaw stretched painfully wide. Still taking it slowly, Abby soon felt her lips pressed against her hand, still wrapped around it. She had taken it all the way down to her grip! Herc' breathing had been shallow and heavy for some time, but it was very apparent when his body suddenly shook- a bestial grunt escaping his muzzle. At the same time the dog's cock almost seemed to pulse and swell. Abby's eyes widened as the canine finally exploded. Letting out a pleased howl, Herc let out his first blast, the come shooting hard and forcefully down the back of Abby's throat. And it did not stop- the eruption was almost a near-constant stream of dog jizz. The teenager pulled on free, some of the seed running down her mouth. Another rope of cum struck her across the cheek, splashing off. In almost slow-motion Abby could see her immaculate school uniform, the sweater, already stained with a couple of droplets. Further down lay her perfectly clean carpet. She didn't have a towel or anything. Without thinking Abby wrapped her lips back around the dog's cock, letting him shoot it into her mouth once more. Unlike the pre this stuff felt a little bit more hot, and solid, but still remained surprisingly fluid and slick. It was almost like drinking milk, or water, but way more bitter. And more voluminous. The girls cheeks began to expand slightly as the dog continued shooting rope after rope into her mouth, his tail pumping up and down ever so slightly with each blast. Not wishing to leave obvious evidence, the gal finally let the pool of cum pour down her throat. Abby's hand instinctively tightened around the base, and at once the eruption of cum seemed to increase in intensity, a solid eruption of animal seed. Abby blinked for a moment, still swallowing the spurts, and then loosened her grip. She almost laughed when it slowed down- slowing down to a steady, even rhythm of squirts. The amusing realization of that control mechanism was short lived- Abby realized he'd been coming for close to twenty seconds now, hardly without slowing down. How long would this be? She didn't want to be there much longer. Abby's hand squeezed tightly. Time passed. Abby began to grow bored after the first minute. The ejaculate continued blasting out, her firm grip incessant. After a while of this Abby slackened her grip, and slid down a little more, her lips tight around the dog's cock. Here she let it pool around, letting it roll around in her mouth and on the tongue. She had no idea if this would continue or not if she pulled free- Abby didn't want Herc running around jizzing everywhere, no matter how amusing that might be. What would have been a sigh died in her mouth. Frowning, Abby began to suck and lower just fractionally more, tightening her grip. The jets of semen became harder and faster once more. A proverbial hour passed before the spurts became slower, lighter, and then seemed to stop entirely. Abby felt stuffed, her stomach full of doggy sperm. Her heart continued thundering in her chest, that electric sensation redoubled in intensity. She was anxiously, almost painfully aroused. Finally done, Abby slowly slid her lips on up, sucking hard as she went. Abby paused just below the tip- continuing to slurp and suck, vacuuming the last couple of drops out of the softening shaft. When they finally popped on free Abby took in a huge breath, panting heavily. Her stomach felt so full, and a lot of the cum was splattered across her cheek and mouth. Abby's hair felt like a mess. Herc couldn't have looked happier. For a moment longer he lay there, panting much like Abby, eyes nearly closed. He then abruptly curled into a ball and began to reach for his groin, tongue flickering out. "Ick," Abby panted, and then- "What the hell did I just do?" The teen was fully aware of what she did, but her suddenly dawning guilt and shame paled in comparison to her lust. Abby's left hand reached on up to her chest, squeezing at a breast through the several layers of clothing. The other slid down through the tight waist-band of her pants, cum stained and all, and then down through the crook of her panties. Fingers hit home- the delicate flesh there already slick and wet. Abby felt as though she might explode. She bit down on her lower lip, the sudden sensation of contact on her womanhood almost overwhelming. Just two fingers slipped inside, barely, and Abby was crushed asunder by her most powerful orgasm yet. Everything went black, the girl completely overpowered by the sudden eruption of pleasure. A loud moan escaped Abby's throat as her whole body tightened up, the orgasm slashing through her with an amazing intensity. She found herself on her back, fingers and toes clenching and curling. Abby lay there for a while, shuddering long after her orgasm. The afterglow was amazing. Sure, her jaw hurt, and she felt like she had drank a gallon of water, but that was more amazing than anything she had ever felt. Shame and guilt be damned, it had been worth it. Right. Something big, wet, and kind of rough was licking at her cheek. Letting out a groan, the teen climbed shakily up to her feet, wiping at her cheek. At the same time Herc stepped on over to the bedroom door, settling down with a patient look. Abby could feel all of his seed sloshing around, just barely. "Yeah yeah yeah," she breathed, tired. After confirming that Herc wasn't massively erect, and shooting all over the place, Abby let him out of her room. No doubt he'd go fall into a stupor somewhere in the hallway. The great dane liked to block footpaths, especially the stairs. Stairs in particular. The more rational part of Abby's mind reviewed how she had just choked herself on her dog's cock, and how that was in no way, shape, or form anything near normal or right. Still. The pulsing, throbbing shaft of foot-long meat was really something else. Something that made her feel dirty but very excited. And he couldn't get her pregnant. THAT idea sent a few chills down her spine. She wanted it. After all of that she wanted it, badly. But that would be a problem. Abby was a small, petite girl, not even five and a half feet tall. It was nearly the size of her forearm. Abby dwelled on that thought for a few seconds and then made a dash for the shower. After cleaning up the she immediately plopped down into her computer chair, the light of the monitor reflecting in her eyes. Now dressed out in silk pajamas, Abby began to abuse the Internet for all it was worth. She was smart about it as far as she knew. A dude friend, of a friend, had taught Abby to check the task manager for watching programs and use all the necessary add-ons like a proper nerd. That and wiping history. Abby looked up plenty of stuff- stuff about canines, stuff other people had done. A lot of what she read excited her, and Abby was able to clear up all the confusion about the pre and the knot. The idea of being literally plugged to Herc as he filled her made the teen shiver. It was the most taboo and dirty thing she could imagine. And would no doubt prove amazing. She wanted to get ready for him. There was no way she would lose her virginity to him, however- she'd save that for... someone. But once that was out of the way, she had some ideas of how she might get ready to take all ten stinking inches of her best buddy. Until then Abby needed to practice on her blowjob work. It was fun enough, and Abby figured she may as well. Next time she wanted it all in her mouth, all the way, too. She'd need a surrogate Herc for that. Keys clattered as Abby typed one last search into the browser. She had a vague idea of what would work. Her mouse clicked twice and then Abby gave the new website a quick looking over. "Huh," she said. "Bad Dragon."