Soaring through the skies, well above a wispy layer of clouds, Dash suppressed a shiver. It wasn’t the cool air which bothered her - far from it, in fact. For the last few days, she’d been suffering through an excruciating heat - a heat she’d desperately hoped could be chilled by a high altitude flight and some time to clear her head. Sadly, if the last hour had been any indication, her plan was completely ineffective.
She normally took a potion every month to forego the headache of dealing with an estrus, although things hadn’t quite worked out this time. A bugbear had blundered into Zecora’s hut and destroyed most of her ingredients, before it could be subdued. To make matters worse, Mage Meadowbrook didn’t normally stock the particular elixir she needed. In the end, after searching for several days, she ran out of time.
Being in heat was, in a word, terrible. Not only did the hormonally charged condition make it hard to think, driving her mind into lewd, unwanted directions at any given time, but it took a physical toll as well. Her sensitive teats and the aching marehood would have been bad enough, but having to force her tail not to flag at the sight of a young, virile stallion was the worst. It was like her body developed a mind of its own!
Spotting a cloud that vaguely resembled an erect stallionhood, scowling at the universe’s grand sense of irony, she altered her trajectory and rocketed towards the earth. If she was lucky, and she doubted she would be, she wouldn’t be inadvertently turned on by any naturally phallic objects in the woods. Approaching the canopy of a forest below, ignorant and uncaring of exactly where she was, she decelerated.
She knew she’d headed north, in the vague direction of Canterlot, but she honestly couldn’t say where she’d ended up. Vast swaths of Equestria were woodland, too rocky or uneven to farm easily, which meant she could be anywhere. Regardless of where she was or what she ended up doing with her afternoon, she was certain of one thing - at least she’d be alone.
Cautiously descending through the trees, weaving past the larger branches, she glanced around for a good place to land. The woodland appeared to be mostly pines, with little underbrush growing on the forest floor, which meant trotting around should be relatively easy. Spying a partially buried boulder to her left, she altered her course and headed for the massive rock.
Even with the lecherous and wholly unwanted thoughts that had been assailing her, she’d had the forethought to prepare for her little trip. Slung around her neck, resting under one foreleg, her satchel rested against her body. She’d thrown several snacks, a couple bottles of juice, and even two books in her bag - sure, one of the novels was a particularly spicy fiction about Daring Do finding love at the hooves of a burly, silent zebra, but she couldn’t help herself from grabbing it.
At best, her afternoon would consist of relaxing in some secluded meadow, possibly a nap, and then an improvised meal of the nibbles she’d packed - at worst, she’d masturbate until she either passed out or was too tired to continue. It ultimately didn’t matter what she did, given how far away from civilization she was, which had been exactly her plan. With a contented sigh, she touched down on a boulder, looked to her right, and froze. Not fifteen feet away, shadowed by the gargantuan rock, idled a trio of diamond dogs.
The sight caught her completely off guard, especially because the furred bipeds weren’t usually spotted that far north, and it didn’t take her long to lose her cool. In the blink of an eye, her pleasant evening of rest and relaxation was dashed, and the ironic pun soured her mood all that much quicker. Screwing her eyes closed, petulantly stomping her hoof, she shook her head.
“You have got to be kidding me!” she bellowed, sending several nearby birds scattering.
“I...is something wrong, pretty pony?” a voice timidly asked, catching her ear.
Turning her head, leering at the bold canine, she tried not to glower. The trio of diamond dogs all appeared shocked, likely at her sudden appearance and unexpected outburst, though one of them stood closer to her than the rest. Appearing significantly larger than his companions, bearing a toned body and short black coat, he was definitely a he - at least, if the bulge under his loincloth was any indication.
His duo of companions, positioned behind him, sat on a felled log by a campfire, and they both appeared to be male as well. While she was far from an expert on diamond dog physiology, the broad shoulders, flat chests, and chiseled features left her to assume she’d stumbled on a camp of guys, yet that didn’t explain two important questions. First and foremost, why were three sapient canines in the middle of the woods and, secondly, had the one just called her pretty?
“Excuse me?” she asked, turning to face their apparent leader.
Cocking his head to the side, the standing canine peered up at her. “Is something wrong?”
“No - what did you say after that?” she pressed, knitting her brow.
“Pretty pony?” he repeated, sounding and looking confused by her question. Shaking his head, possibly trying to clear his thoughts, he stepped towards the boulder and pressed a meaty paw to his chest. “I am Wrex, those are Itch and Scratch,” he stated, waving to his associates.
Rolling her eyes, seeing no reason to be rude, Dash hopped down to greet them. Landing before Wrex, craning her neck upwards, she only then realized how imposing he was. Her head only came to the bottom of his pecs, leaving him practically towering over her. It was true that diamond dogs could be pretty large, but this guy was clearly on the bigger side.
Black fur covered his body, with the exception of a white patch over his breastbone. His features were distinctly lupine, having a long snout and bright yellow eyes, yet those weren’t what held her attention; canine or not, the guy had a very athletic physique. Looking him over, drinking in how well built he was, her eyes inevitably wandered to his groin - that was, before the sound of plodding feet drew her attention away.
Sure enough, now that she’d touched down, Itch and Scratch loped nearer. The duo had to be siblings, because they were mirror images of one another. With dingy yellow coats, panting tongues, and what she could only describe as simple expressions, the pair strolled towards her. Like their wolfish leader, they were male, although they weren’t nearly as fit as their friend was.
Another interesting observation was that the trio didn’t appear all that old. Their camp was crude, consisting of a pair of lean-to tents, a fire pit, and a few sullied pots, meaning they were either inexperienced or too apathetic to construct proper shelter. Her best guess was that she’d just stumbled upon a group of teens out roughing it for the weekend, but she had no way of knowing for sure.
“Pretty pony doesn’t have a name?” Wrex softly inquired, stepping forward and brazenly caressing her shoulder.
Dash started, as his hand graced her, and she nearly jumped away - nearly. The sensation of his paw was actually surprisingly pleasant, a far departure from having a hard hoof pressed against her, and it gave her a moment for pause. Unfortunately, as brief as her hesitation was, it left her completely and totally open to his affectionate onslaught.
Stepping to her side, he nonchalantly stroked her back. “Such a soft, pretty pony! It a shame pony doesn’t have a name.”
Standing so close to her, with his abdomen right beside her nose, she drew a breath and shuddered. His scent hit her like a sack of bricks, causing her heart to race. The heady, masculine aroma tickled the needy parts of her mind, sending blood to the one place she had hoped to ignore. Rubbing her thighs together, a bead of nectar leak from her sex.
“The name’s - uh -” she cut herself off, realizing she’d been about to tell them who they were.
They clearly didn’t recognize her as one of the Element bearers, which could act in her favor. Given their covetous and oftentimes nefarious intentions, giving herself away might be a bad idea. Though they seemed friendly enough, if they realized they could ransom her or hold her hostage, things could take a regrettable turn - that being said, the revelation that they didn’t know who she was gave her a rare opportunity.
There was no telling who they were, where they were from, or if she’d ever see them again, which meant she could do things and act in a decidedly unnatural fashion. Subconsciously lowering her head, drifting closer to Wrex’s loins, she allowed herself to be drawn to the nexus of his musk. A deep breath flooded her sinuses with his heady bouquet, tickling the primal portions of her mind.
Though he smelled much different than a stallion, the raw, primitive masculinity he exuded was unmistakable. The odor was hard to describe, somewhat overpowering and unpleasant, yet it fanned the flames of her lust and clouded her judgement. Paired with his paws, which steadily moved down her flank and towards her thighs, the attention caused her to act before she could actually think. Her tail lifted of its own accord, flagging as he drew closer to her rear, and her hind legs parted ever so slightly.
“What is…” Wrex trailed off, his motions grinding to a halt. “Little pony is excited?”
The inflection of that last word, mocking and almost sultry, would have sent her into a rage, had it been any other time, but all she could do was gulp. She was so close to his groin, her muzzle mere inches from the strip of leather covering his nethers, that she couldn’t look away. Before she could think of something - anything to say, he withdrew his hand, fondled his loincloth, and drew the fabric upward.
While his aroma had been enough to pique her carnal interest, the sight of his equipment nearly did her in outright. Partially emerged from its sheath, looking like a meaty red spear, his growing erection caused her mouth to water. She’d never fooled around with a canine - heck, she’d never even thought about something so obscene, but seeing the glistening, slickened shaft steadily swell was enough to make her more than curious.
“If pretty pony is excited, maybe we can play with her,” the mongrel snickered, unfastening the garment and letting it fall to the ground. “Would little pony like that?”
Her jaw flapped, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and her marehood ravenously seized upon itself, leaving her unable to speak. She couldn’t let herself be taken advantage of by three strangers, let alone diamond dogs, could she? Taboo desires warred with her common sense, like some perverted parody of a fight or flight response, but it was too late. As he stepped forward, grinding his package against her snout, her composure broke entirely.
Opening her mouth, slipping him into her maw, she wrapped her lips around his shaft. The flavor of his unwashed cock dealt her yet another blow, as his flavor washed over her taste buds. Not only did he look and smell different than a pony, but the taste was a far departure as well. Salty and oddly metallic, his hardening flesh against her tongue wasn’t what she’d expected - still, she relished it all the same.
Gently nursing on his length, moving him deeper into her maw, she flinched - not from feeling him approach the back of her throat, but because something rubbed against her inner thighs. Tilting her head, while ensuring Wrex stayed within her muzzle, she did what she could to peer behind herself. Sure enough, the other two canines had joined the impromptu party.
Itch and Scratch, having both abandoned their loincloths at some point, had made their way over and were entertaining themselves by admiring her. Though she couldn’t see one, what with him being directly behind her, the other was crawling under her abdomen. The sight would have been disconcerting, had she not had a growing issue to address.
“Pony no worry,” Wrex hummed, gingerly taking her head and turning her back towards him, “they no bite - unless you want them to…”
Clutching the base of her skull with one hand, while stroking her mane with the other, he gently pulled her head towards his crotch. Despite his size and apparent strength, he was actually being quite gentle with her - then again, she yielded no resistance to his efforts. Gradually pushing his dick deeper into her muzzle, all the while smiling down at her, he brought her nose closer and closer to his groin.
The amorous attention pushed her to the breaking point, withering her resolve like nothing ever had, although the final blow had yet to land. Working in tandem, through sheer coincidence or some sibling scheme, Itch and Scratch set upon her in concert. With one suckling and fondling her breasts, and the other lapped at her sex, she nearly climaxed on the spot.
“Pony tastes so nice,” one remarked, having sampled the marish juices dribbling from her entrance.
“And she’s so sexy,” the other commented, twisting one nipple between his fingers.
Dash openly trembled, barely able to stand, as the trio lavished her with praise. Simply put, the sensation of being fawned over by three lustful creatures was astounding, breathtaking even, and they’d only just begun. Their fingers wandered over her, sending shivers up her spine, as their flattery stoked her ego, raising her arousal to unimaginable heights. Before she knew it, she was working to indulge them.
Splaying her hind legs, with her tail lifted and flung to the side, she slowly started bobbing her head. Having her breasts played with by one pup, while she was eaten out by a second, made blowing Wrex a bit of a challenge, but she gave it her all. His thick pre-cum rolled over her tongue, coating her palate, as she moved him deeper into her muzzle. Drawing a deep breath, feeling him bump against the back of her throat, she steeled herself and forced her head forward.
She’d never been all that skilled with oral, although the spear-like shape of his cock made fellating him much easier than she could have anticipated. Slipping into her gullet, growing ever closer to the emerging knot at the base of his shaft, she lightly gagged - that was, until a choked whimper escaped her. The sensual onslaught was nearly too much to bear, sending her rocketing towards release, and yet not a single one of the mongrels seemed to care, or so she thought.
As if sensing her weakness, the trio redoubled their efforts. Wrex grasped her ears, secured his grip, and began bucking into her face, while Itch and Scratch played with her. One of the twins lightly bit, nursed, and twisted her teats, as the other’s tongue plunged into her velvety canal. The dichotomy of domination and veneration, paired with the sins of the flesh, ultimately did her in.
Her marehood convulsed, erupting orgasmic nectar over the canine’s face, as she was wracked with a mind-blowing climax. Though her knees buckled and legs shook, threatening to give out from under her, she somehow managed to hold her ground. The twins didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by her release - if anything, they tried harder to toy with her, yet Wrex was a different story.
Slowing his pace, the leader stopped entirely, shuffled back, and withdrew his rigid cock from her snout. A strand of pre-cum and saliva connected his tool to her lips, glimmering in the afternoon light, before he knelt down and brought his face to hers. Panting, feeling drool roll down her chin, she wearily locked eyes with him.
“Pony want to have some real fun?” he whispered, flashing his fangs at her.
“I...I...,” she weakly rasped, unable to give voice to her wants.
Even though she’d just cum, the inferno of her lust was unquenchable. The throes of estrus were a cursed thing, leaving her nearly insatiable, but there was one trick that wouldn’t fail her; actually being rutted, having a stallion plow her like a verdant field in spring, would give her some relief. Driven by her compulsions, desperate for more, she sincerely hoped that the trio of canines would work as a worthy substitution for a stallion.
Leaning in, bringing his muzzle to the side of her head, Wrex chuckled. “If pony want it, then pony should say it,” he murmured, breathing hotly on her ear.
“B...buck me,” she falteringly whispered.
His ears perked up, while his head withdrew, yet he bore the same provocative grin as before. “Such an honest pony, but Wrex not sure if Wrex believes you,” he tutted.
Standing to his full height, sullenly shaking his head, he turned his back to her and strode away. Seeing his departure was almost tragic, but the sensation of the Itch’s and Scratch’s ceasing ministrations made the situation downright devastating. The twins walked past her, abandoning her trembling form, as they flanked their leader.
She’d done what he’d asked, told him what she wanted, and let them slake their lecherous curiosity with her, yet they’d abandoned her like a used toy. The last thing she’d wanted was for them to stop, so the abrupt turn left her askance - at least, it did for a fleeting handful of seconds. Watching Wrex straddle the log, reclining along its length, her eyes locked on the throbbing pillar at his groin.
“Maybe pony should come and get us off, if she wants it so badly,” he clucked, casually pawing himself off.
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, leaving her climactic juices to cool on the earth behind her, Dash trotted over to him. The fallen timber was massive, wider than Wrex shoulders, and easily allowed the supine lupine to rest on the vast log. With Itch and Scratch idling nearby, presumably bending to the will of the superior canine, she was given open access to do what she wanted - what she needed.
Hopping up, with a flap of her wings, she landed squarely over the canine’s supine form. Resting with his hands behind his head, legs flopped to either side of the felled tree, he grinned up at her. She’d hoped he’d take the initiative, bending her over and screwing her brains out, but she was well past the point of self-restraint; if she had to impale herself on him, so be it.
While being on top wasn’t quite what she’d been longing for, it did come with a number of perks. Not only would she be in control, able to warm herself up and acclimate to the feeling of a new variety of dong, but her competitive id took some joy from asserting herself with someone substantially larger than her. Adjusting her positioning, lowering her head and peering down her chest, she aligned herself with his member.
As she slowly squatted down, bringing her leaking snatch to the pointed head of his mast, she fought the compulsion to hilt him in one swoop. He was pretty large, despite not being a stallion, and it had been a while since she’d seen any real action, so it would be prudent to take it slow. Rocking back, feeling the tip kiss her salivating entrance, she shuddered.
Little by little, bit by bit, she descended. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her silken confines, was awe inspiring. Besides having a very distinct shape and texture, almost like it was designed to slip into someone’s warm, welcoming sex, he slid in with ease. The heat he radiated was staggering, far warmer than any stallionhood she’d ever wrangled with, and it permeated through her.
“Pony feels nice,” Wrex contently sighed, resting his hands on her hips, “but pony is slow.”
“Hey what do you - Mmmph!” Her resentful statement was cut off, as he bucked his hips and plunged the entirety of his length into her.
The sudden and wholly unexpected intrusion rocked her to the core, leaving her petrified. In the blink of an eye, her legs collapsed beneath her, causing her to crash atop him. It wasn’t that the shocking experience hurt - far from it, in fact; she simply hadn’t anticipated him growing impatient so quickly. With her quivering sex resting against the bulbous root of his cock, and her chest pressed against his, he playfully slapped her rump.
“Giddy up, pony,” he half-growled, half-snickered.
Gnawing her lip, willing her body to obey her, she pushed herself up on her forehooves. Simply having him within her felt too good not to move, so she’d be darned if she wasn’t going to make the most of it. Rolling her hips forward, freeing several inches of the base of his shaft, she rocked back.
Sweet stars above, he wasn’t even tied to her and she could feel the head of his dick prodding her womb! Growing increasingly eager with each beat of her heart, her motions reflected her desires. Steadily fucking herself on him, savoring the sensations he afforded, her wings flitted behind her. The feathery appendages, paired with her powerful hind legs, let her quickly fall into a steady rhythm of bouncing on his magnificent cock.
Thrusting up to meet her descents, slamming his knot against her, Wrex quickly joined in on the fun. Though his initial move had taken her off guard, and had been a bit on the ruff side, the intentensity of his motions eased. Synchronizing their movements, moving in tune with her, he let her take the lead.
“So warm - so nice. Maybe Wrex should keep little pony,” he remarked. Slipping one hand to her crotch, his thumb caressed and kneaded her winking clit.
The additional stimulation was amazing, momentarily robbing her of the ability to speak, and inspired her to give him better access to her goods. Pushing herself up and into a seated position, using her wings for balance, she arched her back. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, his eyes shot straight to her groin.
She could only imagine what the view was like, but she was enjoying herself too much to care. Clenching on the upstrokes, while relaxing on the plunges, she felt her lower lips being repeatedly dragged out and stuffed back in. The debaucherous display was a byproduct of her true design, bringing her showmanship to the fore. Better able to play with her cunt, while watching her bounce on his rigid length, the canine’s tool throbbed.
“Pretty hot, huh?” she snickered, seeing him lick his lips.
There was something magical about watching a stallion marvel at her body, and she swiftly discovered that the principal extended to other creatures as well. She was smaller than him, and almost assuredly weaker than him, yet she had him captivated by her sensual might. Bearing down on his knot, gyrating her hips, she loudly groaned - not just because it felt absolutely fantastic, but because she really wanted to see what he was capable of.
“Yes, very hot,” Wrex grunted, pounding her a bit harder than before, “and they think so too.”
“They…” she fell silent, seeing movement to her side.
Turning her head, seeing one of the twins standing beside the tree, her unasked question was answered. The diamond dog panted loudly, his tail wagging behind him, as he shamelessly stroked himself off at the display. As inexplicable as the notion was, she found the sight somewhat disheartening. There he was, a healthy young buck, able to do little more than get off to the sight of his friend getting lucky. Knitting her brow, looking between him, the ground, the timber, and Wrex, she pursed her lips.
There was something she could do to remedy his plight, but it would mean forsaking her control over her canine lover and debasing herself more than she already had. As tempting as it was to continue her show, riding her canine companion to finish, the prospect of pleasuring a second pup was unbearable. Leaning forward, pressing her chest to the alpha’s torso, she turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, and extended her tongue.
Offering herself to two strangers was easily the most depraved thing she’d ever done, causing her cheeks to darken in shame, yet she got what she wanted. Itch, if her assumption was correct, stepped forward and guided himself into her awaiting muzzle. Suckling on the head of his cock, returning the favor from earlier, she milked the pre-cum from his tool.
“And so obedient,” Wrex remarked, sweetly pushing her head towards his friend’s groin. “We should get a collar for you, since you’re such an eager bitch.”
Feeling him shift beneath herself, it took her a second to figure out what the black-furred canine was doing - that is, until he really started thrusting into her. Driving her body upward, having apparently braced his legs, he railed her from below like never before. He really had been taking it easier on her, letting her do all the work, but now the gloves were off.
Lurching forward with each buck of his hips, slurping on Itch’s dick, Dash found herself virtually pinned between the two. She’d never been so brazen as to service two creatures at the same time, let alone somepony she’d just met, so the scandalous situation reaped a heavy toll on her lust-addled mind. Steadily constricting and relaxing her snatch, while she slavered on the dog cock in her maw, she did what she could to please the two of them.
Fortunately, the pair pups were quite capable of assisting her efforts. Hammering his hips upward, pistoning her depths, Wrex ravished her, while Itch gleefully pumped his shaft in and out of her muzzle. The smaller canine wasn’t as heavily endowed as his friend, but his enthusiasm made up for his lack of size. Fiercely gripping her ears, tickling the back of her throat, he rutted her snout.
The feeling of being used, fucked like some common whore, was indescribable. Physically speaking, it was insanely intense, yet that was only one facet of the appeal. Her shame and pleasure mingled, somehow elevating the moment beyond words. Groaning around one cock, while needily clinging to the second, she inched closer and closer to a second orgasm.
Her efforts waned, as her strength gradually left her. Though her spirit was willing, her body succumbed to the duo’s carnal onslaught. Drawing breaths when she could, with her lips stretching around the knotted root of Itch’s tool, the sensation of something grabbing her tail bolted her back to the present. Looking back with one eye, seeing Scratch positioning himself behind her, her heart skipped a beat. Situated as she was, with both her mouth and cunt occupied, she couldn’t speak - heck, she could barely move, yet that didn’t stop the third canine from staking his claim.
Eagerly scrambling to her rear, with his cock in his hand, Scratch angled his dick towards her ass. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing, considering she had a single hole that wasn’t being violated, but that didn’t mean she had any means of stopping him. Nudging her pucker, he sank himself into her behind.
The sensory input of having a dick in her ass was far too much to handle. Maybe it was due to how worked up she was, or perhaps he was just producing a ton of slick pre-cum, but the additional insertion sent her spiraling over the edge. Whimpering around Itch’s length, nearly choking on him, she spasmed. Fem-cum lewdly squelched from her stuffed marehood, her backdoor yielded to the pup pounding her ass, and her muzzle was unabashedly held and humped, as her mind was strained to the breaking point.
She’d tried - sweet, merciful Celestia, she’d tried to indulge them, but it was impossible. She was more than capable of pleasuring a single partner - heck, even two at the same time, yet three was an insurmountable task. Plowed by three youthful diamond dogs, while in the throes of a severe heat, she reached her limit.
Her trio of lovers simply made use of her body, leaping at the opportunity to sate themselves with a willing and able female. To them, she was little more than a toy - a breathing, drooling, and overly-eager sex toy, but a sex-toy nonetheless. Even though her efforts had ground to a halt, leaving her limp and nearly broken, they fucked her like a pack of wild animals.
Itch and Scratch hammered their knots into her snout and ass respectively, while Wrex continued thrusting into her slobbering, battered marehood. Any indignity or discomfort was overshadowed by the sheer intensity of their passion, drowning her in a tumultuous sea of rapture. She knew she was being used, that she was just an outlet for their sexual desires, but the humiliation of that knowledge paradoxically elevated the experience to a near-nirvanic level.
One orgasm bled into another, creating a ruinous feedback loop of ecstasy. Though she couldn’t explain why, it was like she became hyper-aware of their every movement. The way the two smaller canines’ knots popped into her mouth and backdoor, sending bolts of pleasure through her body, while Wrex’s tip kissed her cervix, was awe inspiring. Honestly, if she could put it into words, it was the most sinfully indulgent ordeal she’d ever been through - that was, until it all came to a head.
Itch was the first to succumb, hilting in her muzzle and pumping his creamy load down her throat. Though she tried to swallow down what she could, there was no real need. The majority of his spunk coursed down her gullet, coating her throat, yet the volume made it nearly impossible. Jizz crept past her lips and out her nostrils, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Scratch was the second to go, fiercely gripping the dock of her tail and ramming the entirety of his pulsing length into her backside. The heat of his essence flooding into her ass, coursing through her bowels, evoked yet another climax from her, causing her to sputter around the knot in her maw. She would have been content with that, having satiated two of the fervent canines, but there was one who hadn’t reached his peak.
Heedless of his companions, wildly plowing her cunt, Wrex snarled, secured his grip, and forced the thick root of his cock into her. The massive intrusion nearly caused her to black out, but he wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot. As the gargantuan bulb of flesh ballooned outward, locking him to his bitch, his length pulsed violently. The head of his cock, having breached her womb, erupted, bathing her interior with seed.
The oral had been nice, the anal had been unexpectedly pleasant, but being tied and bred by the alpha stud was what ultimately gave her the relief she so desperately sought. The heat and pressure within her womb fulfilled her biological urges, satisfying her primal need to breed. It didn’t matter what sort of male was claiming her, the only thing important was that she was claimed at all.
The influx from Wrex, surging into her depths, wracked her with an unfathomable amount of bliss. Her vision blurred and tunneled, her heart thundered in her chest, and her vice-like sex wrung every drop of cum from his pulsing shaft, as she slipped into oblivion. She genuinely couldn’t say what the three dogs did after she passed out, but that mattered little. In the end, collapsing on the alpha's chest, she lost consciousness.
Time passed and the trio eventually finished up, before she came to. Awakening on a tattered mat, presumably what one of her hosts had been using for a bed, she groaned. Nearly every part of her ached, and certain areas of her were exceptionally tender, although the euphoric haze of the wildly intense bedding eclipsed everything else. Unsteadily pushing herself up, wearily looking around, she felt something wrapped around her neck.
“Pony is awake,” a gravelly voice intoned, drawing her attention to the side.
Resting beside her, with his back against a small tree, Wrex held a leather lead in his hand - a lead which was affixed to a collar she bore. The canine’s eyes rested upon her, while he fiddled with the leash in his grip, before his lips curled over his fangs. It was an unsettling, predatory smile, one which sent a chill through her, and she had little doubt as to what it meant.
“Rest now, we have a long trip tomorrow,” he continued, leaning forward and affectionately patting her flank.
Too tired to resist, realizing her estrus would still last several days, a dreamy, cum-drunk grin split her lips. When things became too much, if they became too much, she could always make her escape, but that could wait for later. For now, having been subjected to the sinful delights of the hounds, she was perfectly content to be their substitute bitch...
