Chapter 2 - This Party Has Gone to the Dogs!

The click-clatter of paws on wood was enough to push Teddy into sluggish movement. Gathering up all the energy she had, the petite metalhead managed to look back over her shoulder to see a bundle of dogs spilling into her old bedroom, her father smiling at her from the door. 

“Figured I’d be a bit greedy and give myself an extra present,” he told her pointing up to the corner of her room where there was a camera she hadn’t noticed before. “Have fun, sweetie.”

Pulling the door shut, the lock clicked behind him and Teddy couldn’t help but let out a little whimper, something between horror and lust given voice as the dogs moved toward her, noses sniffing the air. It was thick with the smell of bitch and sex, and she could see their tails starting to wag, see the way they perked up, growing more serious and attentive as the smell told them there was an opportunity for them. They were all different breeds, her own Ruffy was the smallest of the group, a cute little Shiba with a curling tail and a smug look on his panting muzzle. He was already jumping up onto the bed, knowing exactly what that smell meant - he was well familiar with Teddy by this point, and his cock was already peeking out of his fuzzy sheathe, angry and red as he trotted up to present himself to her face.

The pointed, drooling tip nudged her cheek as he wagged his tail happily, prodding her with a dumb grin on his muzzle. When she didn’t immediately jump to it, he let out an unhappy little whine, paws practically dancing on the mattress, and pushed himself against her harder, drawing a smear across her face with his watery, doggy pre. 

“I don’t suppose you’d be satisfied with walkies instead?” Teddy offered, her voice tired but eager. She was exhausted, her body aching and sore from the rough use her family had put her through, but Teddy was never one to say no to more sex. She could be unconscious and she’d still be willing to let people take turns with her limp body. So while she may have been complaining, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around her dog's cock. The taste was bitter and acrid on her tongue, a foreign and salty flavor that made her shiver and groan happily as she dragged her tongue up and down his length. Thin, murky pre gushed across her tongue, and she swirled it back up around his shaft, painting the red length with the gooey mix of spit and pre. 

Behind her, her father’s two dogs, Buddy and Oscar were climbing up onto the bed. A sleek pair of Rottweilers, they’d come from the same litter, adopted and raised together once Christian and Thomas were out of the house. Her father had claimed it was too quiet and he needed a pair of replacement troublemakers. They were handsome dogs, their short fur neat and clean as they started sniffing, noses prodding at her leaking, gaping cunt. Maybe she should have been ashamed, or disgusted, but Teddy was neither. Sex was sex, and even after that session with her family, she still wanted more. 

Growling a little, the two seemed to decide that Buddy got the first turn. As Teddy bobbed her head up and down Ruffy’s cock, working her way deeper and deeper, the Rottweiler leapt up. Paws wrapped around her middle, blunt claws scratching at the insides of her hips as the canine had to jump around a little to get himself in position, his cock dragging along the back of her thighs and poking at her perky ass, leaving glistening ribbons of precum as decoration. His hips stabbed forward until he found his mark, yipping as his cock sank easily into her depths, his girth forcing cum out as he slid into her well-used depths. Not that Buddy cared, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he gave another happy yip, he had a warm, welcoming hole wrapped around his cock and that was all he cared about. 

Bobbing her head faster and faster along Ruffy’s cock, Teddy moaned happily as the Rottweiler behind her picked up speed as well. She was enjoying the primal pleasure of it, the growls and pants of her lovers as they took her with all the urgent ferocity of mindless beasts. It was just a shame that dogs didn’t have the same kind of stamina as humans did because she was barely had time to work her way down to Ruffy’s sheathe, the fur tickling her nose, before he was coming. His knot puffing out and pulsing as she drew back just enough to kiss it, rather than be caught by it. Her hands wrapped around the thick bulge, squeezing it gently as Ruffy filled her mouth with his cum, milking just a little more from the pup before he was spent. 

But thankfully Ruffy wasn’t the only one in the room, and she soon had two more dogs vying for her attention. Oscar and Rocky, Thomas’ bratty Husky. They nipped and growled at each other as they both fought for position in front of the puppy pleasing slut, and only settled down when Teddy began to stroke both of them, her delicate hands gliding up and down their shafts. Giving them a little tug to urge them forward, she began to switch back and forth between them, jaw stretched open to wrap her lips around both hefty dogs in turn. Soon she had both of them soaked in spit, sucking and slurping as she gagged herself on their cocks, eagerly drinking down all the pre they could offer her. The two were similarly sized, though Rocky had a slight edge in girth that had Teddy coming back to him more often, making her jaw ache as she drove herself down toward the pale furred balls that were already starting to churn. 

Her attention was a double-edged sword, though, and as she focused more and more on the softly howling Husky, he was pushed closer to his limit. That thick slab jaw-popping puppy meat was throbbing, drooling copious amounts of pre into her mouth, so much so that it was spilling out of her lips as she sloppily shoved herself back and forth along his length. The angry red veins that covered his length seemed to pulse as he let out a louder howl, his hips jerking as Teddy rode his knot with her lips, her throat twitching with every rope he poured down into his stomach. She had just enough time to pull back with a satisfied noise, swallowing down the last thick, salty mouthful of his cum before Buddy demanded her full attention. 

The Rottweiler didn’t growl or snap at her, he didn’t need to do anything so rude. The only thing he needed to do to grab Teddy’s attention was to tighten his grip on her hips and drive himself forward hard, burying his growing knot inside her with a single, mind-cracking thrust. Her hot cunt eagerly swallowed him up but refused to let him go. His knot locking inside of her as his cock began to hose her depths down with canine spunk, adding to the already potent mix her brother and father had left. And as Teddy panted like the bitch she was, looking as animalistic as the dogs that were using her, Oscar leapt up, planting his paws on her shoulders and jabbing his cock into her open mouth. She’d been ignoring him for too long, he’d decided, and it was time to take what was rightfully his. While his brother knotted the redhead's sweet cunt, the sleek Rottweiler drove himself forward until his knot hit her lips. 

Oscar had no intention of easing up once she was kissing his knot, however, the ignored rottweiler wanted to bury his bone as well. He worked his hips hard, ramming his knot against Teddy’s lips as his tip sputtered and leaked down her throat. Teddy felt her aching jaw stretch and stretch, creaking as if it was simply too much. There was a moment of pain and pressure, and then Oscar’s knot popped into her mouth, bloating her cheeks like a chipmunk and pinning her tongue to the floor of her mouth, ground underneath the hot and heavy bulb. The acrid, salty taste of the dog wiped across her until it was all she could taste, all she could think of. Knotted on both ends, all Teddy could do was whimper as the dogs tugged her back and forth, testing to see if they could pull free yet as their cocks continued to wash down her insides with sputtering ropes of cum. What could have been minutes, or might have been just seconds for the pleasure-drunk redhead, passed as Buddy began to tug back, slowly working his knot free with a slurp and a drooling waterfall of cum that left her gaping pussy free. 

Max was the last, and most aptly named, member of the pack. Christian’s dog was a towering Leonberger that stood nearly a half foot above the rest of the pack at the shoulder, a mountain of shaggy hair that could have been mistaken for a damn pony. He sat off to the side, panting happily with his head tilted to the side as he watched what was going on. He was the youngest dog there, and the one least familiar with just how his new family operated. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but it sure looked like fun. Heaving himself to his feet, Max decided he wanted to play too, now that there was an opening. The big dog bounded over, pushing the others out of the way and making the bed creaked in protest as a hundred and fifty pounds worth of dog gleefully leapt up behind Teddy. Soft fur tickled her skin as the shaggy canine mounted up, his weight nearly shoving her to the mattress as his paws grabbed at her hips, her slim body so small that they overlapped awkwardly as he grabbed at her, dull claws scratching at her tummy and thighs as he lined himself up. Peering back between her legs, Teddy let out a shivery little moan. Max wasn’t just big, he was terrifying. As big as her father had been, with a knot that was already starting to swell and grow as he awkwardly humped against her. His cock slid along her belly, smearing watery pre along her skin and rocking her against Oscar. The broad, flat base of her plug deflected a second, awkward thrust that would have left her walking funny for weeks. But the big dog let out an almost deafening woof right in her ear as he finally found the mark.

Over a foot and a half of raw doggy dick hammered home, the pointed tip of it hitting her cervix and driving the breath out of Teddy, leaving her grunting and gasping around Oscar’s knot as the smaller canine’ continued to leak down her throat, adding to the mess of cum already sloshing in her stomach. Max wasn’t a jackhammer like Buddy had been, his thrusts were slower but had more power to them. Every one crashing against her hips and nearly throwing her forward, only for strong paws to yank her back again. Nuts like fuzzy baseballs smacked against her ass as Max furiously fucked his new favorite bitch, panting happily as drool splattered down on her back. 

Thankfully, Max’s first time breeding, and he had even less stamina than the rest of the pack otherwise Teddy might not have been able to take it. Already his knot was swelling up as his furious thrusts and strong paws dragged Teddy back and forth, what felt like a damn basketball pressing against her already abused lips, demanding to be let in. He felt bigger than both her father and Christian had been combined, and he mashed against her mound with the kind of desperate frenzy only a breeding animal could manage. The thought of him getting inside was terrifying, and simultaneously the hottest thing she’d ever imagined. 

“You can do it, boy,” she gasped, eyes squeezed shut as her fingers dug into the sheets. “You can, nnngh, d-do it. You’re a good boy. You…you caaaaaaah~!” Words failed as that huge, hot knot forced itself into Teddy, reshaping her body into a sleeve for the oversized doggy dick that had claimed her slutty cunt. Consciousness flickered again, another painfully intense orgasm ripping through the already exhausted woman, her arms threatening to give out and dump her to the mattress. Only the knot locked in her mouth kept her upright, Oscar giving a little bark of unhappiness as her weight dragged at him for a moment. 

But Max was a young dog, not yet used to breeding, so rather than enjoying the feeling of hot walls clenching around his twitching, cumming cock, he started to pull back. Having strained so much to accommodate him, Teddy’s walls were unhappy to release him so soon. They clutched at his knot as the big mutt jerked his hips, whining and growling as he tried to get himself free. And while Buddy had been stuck waiting for his knot to calm, Max was bigger and stronger. Planting a paw between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the mattress, the big Leonberger yanked his hips back, his knot tugging free with a wet, slurping pop.

And as Teddy cried out in pleasure, the hefty shaft sawing backward out of her twitching cunt, the big dog threw his hips forward once more. There was an explosion of stars behind her eyes as that knot once more was crammed up into her, and then yanked free again. Panting happily, unaware of the spiral of intense orgasms he was throwing Teddy through, Max happily pounded away, knot fucking the little metalhead into a twitching puddle of bliss. Reducing her entire world to nothing more than the sensation of his knot popping in and out of her. 

In and out.

Teddy was cumming and she couldn’t control it, all the day’s pleasure and edging too much for her already taxed brain. Her nerves were frayed and fried by pleasure, and her body felt like a damp towel being wrung out. Her vision had gone white and her voice was a trembling wail, a siren song of pleasure.

In and out. 

Consciousness flickered like the knot that was wrecking her, fading in and out of focus each time it popped free of her trembling, orgasming pussy. Her mouth was clear, no longer knotted, and she gasped for breath, sucking in a few lungfuls before another length was thrust between her lips.

In and out.

Was that a human dick? She couldn’t tell through the haze of lust and cockdrunk pleasure. Whatever was shoved into her face was sucked, kissed, and worshiped with all the vigor and reverence she could muster. Her eagerly abused pussy took whatever it was given, from fat doggy knots to human cocks, cum bubbling out from her constantly filled cunt and dripping down onto the bed as load after load was dumped into the eager slut. She didn’t know how many at this point. Over a half dozen males were using her like a toy, cycling in and out of the room as she wallowed, lost in pleasure. 

In and out.

Eventually, though, she came to realize she was alone in the room. Cum was drying on her face and thighs, the sheets still soaked beneath her as she slowly shifted, her muscles aching in protest. Her whole body hurt, pummeled by male after male until she was a shaky puddle of pleasure-singed nerves and bruises. With a groan, she managed to roll onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as she basked in the afterglow. There was something that seemed wrong, something niggling at the back of her mind and trying to get past the fog of hazy, dissipating pleasure.

It was dark outside!

With a start, Teddy rolled off the bed with a loud thump and a muffled curse. Her legs were shaking too badly to support her, and she had to drag herself over to where her clothes lay discarded, digging her phone out of her pocket and checking the time. It was 11pm, and closer to midnight than the start of the hour. 

“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” she whispered to herself, reaching back to grab the sheet off the bed. It wasn’t the best way to get clean, but she wiped off as much cum as she could, though thick strands still stuck in her hair like product, turning her long red hair into what looked like the worst case of bedhead she’d ever seen. But she managed to get it all off her face, and most of it off her body. Her arms were weak as she struggled to get dressed, muscles trembling from fatigue as she dragged on her shorts and shirt. Her panties had vanished, no doubt stolen by someone for use as a cock-polishing rag that evening. 

Getting to her feet was a struggle, her legs wobbled dangerously and the little tremors of pleasure her dildo caused nearly sent her face-first into the carpet. But she managed to get the door open and stagger to the stairs, clinging desperately to the banister for support as she wobbled down a step at a time. 

“There you are! I was starting to get a little worried.”

Ben was sitting on the couch across from her mother, petting a passed out Ruffy on the cushion next to him. The canine opened a tired eye and gave Teddy a smug, doggy grin as he watched her take another wobbling step.

“Your dad said you weren’t feeling good and needed to lie down, but I’ll admit I was starting to get a little worried. Maybe that fever this morning was more serious than I thought.”

“Y-yeah, I guess it was,” Teddy managed, giving him a shaky grin and hoping he didn’t notice her, well, anything. His eyes seemed to roam across her cum and silicone bloated stomach, across clothes that had been splattered by stray drops and strands of cum. They moved over a face that still had a bit of cum drying on her forehead, and across the scratches over her stomach and hips. But he only seemed to see her hair, mussed and tangled, the other details somehow escaping notice. 

“Well let’s get you home and into your own bed,” he says, standing up and moving to get Ruffy’s leash. “I mean you must have slept terribly, your hair is an absolute mess.”

Grinning, Teddy’s father helped get the Shiba leashed up, and gave his daughter a shoulder to lean on all the way back out to his car. Once she was in and buckled, he leaned down to give her a kiss on the check, deftly avoiding another patch of drying cum. 

“Thanks for the present, sweetie. You know how to make a guy feel special.”

“Wait,” Ben said, looking up as the car’s engine rumbled to life. “You got him a present?”

