I was astonished, when we finally arrived before the fence, at how impressively grandiose the yard was. Until then, I lived quite proudly of myself with the belief that mine held the ribbon. It was a wide yard, beautifully taken care of, with a flower garden and paved walks, and, in the middle of it all, a fountain such as that in the humans' park. It pleased me to discover that, though she would entangle with many and many at once, at least Anita had good taste.

Now the way to get inside was an easy squeeze through the wrought-iron gate. Quite impolite, I commented when Anita had suggested it. Then again, my manners should have been the least of my concern. I did leave home, after all, to satisfy my selfish desires with dogs I didn't know. But, once I met them at last, the circumstances stopped bothering me.

Deep inside that yard, a small hill rise elongated itself across the edge up until the far corner of the garden wall, on top of which a big tree rested and, next to it, Anita's faithful boys - basking in the warm spring sun.

To put it lightly, I was thrilled, peeking out behind a bush, to see how wild and full of life they were, leaping and bounding about, going at each other in their vigorous play-fight. There were five; two were resting by the tree, while other two were fighting what seemed to me like their eldest brother which, from behind my bush, held a striking resemblance to the Atlas of my adolescent days. Quite a happenstance, I thought, that all five were German Shepherds, too. What I did not notice quickly enough, though, was perhaps the most important aspect; there were five! Five big and lusty German Shepherds and I was only one, small, frail, and delicate Cocker Spaniel! I took a look at myself and how dainty I put paw behind paw - I was frightened! "Spunky triplets" does not mean five!

"Anita, I'm scared!" I whispered. "You said triplets!"

"I did. So?"

"Anita, have you counted them?"

"Oh-! How amusing!" she laughed unbothered. "Our lucky day. Well, don't blame me; it's rare to be seeing all of them together. Come now! Let's go make you acquainted!"

And away ran Anita. It took only one yip from the frivolous Anita after which I followed with edgy steps to send them on all fours, ears perked, heads cocked. They almost tumbled into one another by how desirous Anita made them be. They and Anita; it was obvious - they surely knew each other well in the most suggestive sense.

"It's Anita!"

"That little vixen!"

Everyone quickly gathered around us like a pack of hungry wolves. Broad smiles, happy tails, and, needless to say, curious noses. Then the eldest of them pushed his way through the group and all but made me jump when I heard his voice.

"Ladybug!"

It was him. As I'd suspected.

"Atlas!" I gasped.

"Oh? So you know each other? And here I wanted to make it all formal."

I could not believe my eyes. I did know Atlas lived nearby but I'd never seen his home or knew that he had brothers, so many brothers. To know that he and Anita had been intimate all this time and that I was about to do the same; it set my heart on fire. At once my spring heat turned into flames and my heart beat with such speed as if I'd sprinted a lifetime. I was about to experience all my lustful fantasies with Atlas and his brothers, and the mere thought of that was enough to set me off. My quick panting and the uncontrollable licking of my lips brought their wicked eyes and ravenous noses all on me. It was as if they'd forgotten Anita was even there.

"And what's your name, foxy miss?" one of them asked me.

"Her name's Lady," Anita's voice intervened from the sidelines.

And I thought she was helping me, seeing how nervous I was, preyed on by those predators. It quickly became apparent, though, what her intentions were.

"Let the girl talk, Anita. I bet she's got a sweet voice."

"Well, she's not that much into the socializing act; more of an action-only kind of girl."

Then I sensed the tingle of a muzzle pressing itself against my neck, sniffing me, and I drew myself away.

"She's shy!"

"But she sure smells like she enjoys it."

I glanced over to Anita and was met with the most roguish wink. She must've planned it all along, I thought.

"Boys, boys, you're scaring her," Anita waved her waggish tongue. "Why, she doesn't even know your names yet."

"She can ask us if she wants to know," one particularly handsome gifted me his smile. "But I have a suspicion it's not names Foxie wants right now. Right, Atlas?"

Now, all this time, my attention wasn't so much on those rascals as it was on Atlas. He was considerably quieter and more composed than his younger brothers who, in their carnal impatience over me, had begun to leap around, bark, and circle us restlessly, with an occasional intention to penetrate my safety that was never carried out fully. Atlas seemed to have had authority over them all. None were daring enough to do anything to me because of him. They needed his approval.

But Anita looked to hurry up the matters. "Atlas, you bad boy," she was laughing, "you're such a bad brother. Don't worry; Lady wants it just as much."

"Yeah, what she said! C'mon! What's the hold-up?"

But Atlas imposed order with a dominating growl, softly nuzzling my cheek, unhurried and uncaring of what his brothers or Anita were saying. He waited for an answer. Atlas knew that I wasn't like Anita and that I would fret easily. Should I not give my accord, not one strand of my fur would be touched.

But I wanted it - they were right. More than they ever knew. It was the simple thought, the situation I found myself in that made me that way. For so long and so ardently I dreamed of my faithful three dogs, of how they'd love me. But there I was, inside a lush yard with the song of fountain water and of birds fondling my ears, hot and lusting, surrounded not by two or three, but five able dogs ravished by the vulnerable yet wanting maidenly female sitting in front of them. I'd just arrived; wasn't even shown around or allowed the courtesy of saying hello, and they were already plotting on how to love me quicker. They were too much for me to resist. And the strange thing was that I wanted it to be that way; I wanted to be overwhelmed, to be unable to escape. I wanted them to do as they pleased with me. And I made it known in the only way I knew best.

I locked onto Atlas with a warm but confident gaze, locked onto his beautiful eyes of a veteran in the ways of love. As he stroked my muzzle in the comfort of his snout, I pushed myself into him, welcoming his soft tongue in the sweet embrace of my own, letting him swallow my quiet sigh that craved him and his brothers and the pleasure of female satisfaction.

It was all that he needed and, surely, all that his brothers eagerly awaited.

Quickly, they'd surrounded me, squeezing me in the middle where their bodies met. Atlas was in charge with his wolfish growl. He was rubbing and brushing his mouth against my fur so hungrily, like a cat sweet on catnip. His brothers followed his example, and I felt how fervently their cold snouts were searching my body. No shame or constraint, nor wish of mine that they would stop. My neck, my chest, my everything; they groaned excitedly, breathing in my scents, and a short gasp escaped me. I could not see Anita anymore.

"Anita," one of them turned his head, "you should join the foxy miss. We might be too much for her alone."

"Oh, how silly," Anita would play along, "she can handle twice your number. You're nothing special. I bet you couldn't even make her wet. Look at her; she's all bored. Shame on you, boys."

I was anything but bored, but Anita was too sly and my panting too overwhelming for me to tip the scales.

"Is that so?" I would hear Atlas say, and the sensuous rubbing of his nose against me curled my tail and sent me on my tiptoes.

When I met his piercing stare, I gulped once, and he could see it in my eyes and my hanging tongue that it wasn't so. Yet, he, too, was sly as Anita.

"Ask, ladybug," he would whisper.

"Ask?" I would struggle between pants to say.

"Ask them, Lady," Anita would say clearly, "Ask them and they'll do it. Look at them; they're all yours now."

"Oh, we'll do anything," would whine one of his brothers, massaging himself against me with abandon, "anything for the foxy miss Lady!"

I looked around me. I felt myself being stabbed by their wild yellow eyes overcome by instinct. But I did not hesitate.

"Then, please," I demanded timidly, my tongue halfway out, "all of you, please kiss me."

And I did not have to say again. At once, before I could even think to take a breath, Atlas would lunge at me and claim my mouth all for himself. Composed as he was, Atlas, too, was impatient over me; and I wanted him just as bad. We touched noses, kissed tongues, and tasted each other's lips profoundly. I was scared at first - his hungry growl almost made me jump - but his warmth and eagerness to please me quickly calmed my racing heart.

His brothers did not fight him. Those who weren't as fast to feast on my truthful kisses would indulge their tongues on the frailness of my appetizing neck, stroking my fur and taking in my addicting fragrance. But I would be fair with all, just like in my fantasy, and would make sure that I'd given each one his turn to have me and my fervid, loving lips.

"She's the romantic kind, the foxy miss," would breathe one of them, muffled by my dense fur.

But there was one who did not bother with kisses. He wanted something else from me. The eternal minute I spent loving his four brothers, I felt shivers slinking down my belly. My fur was being searched, spread apart, and dug into by his hungry nose. He hunted for them; my teats, hidden safely behind my coat, not for anyone to find them. Yet, that rascal knew where to look. The instant I felt his lips tugging on them, though he was gentle and tugged softly, I twitched and let a gasp escape me.

"You mustn't-!" I whimpered. It was all that I could gather myself to say.

Though I liked his lips and tongue caressing me there, I felt I was beginning to lose myself. I wished that he would stop. But no matter how much I struggled through my panting, I could not make it known. Then his brothers; those wicked scoundrels smothering me in love joined him. How cruelly they abused my senses! Four starving mouths sucking, licking, and tugging on my nipples, as Atlas swallowed my hushed sighs with his thirsty kisses. I can still remember it but faintly; it was such a wonderful feeling, a pleasure so intense only destined for a female. Too much though it was for young Lady. I couldn't hold myself together. I clenched my teeth and squinted my eyes. I could not focus on rewarding the kisses I was being given. Before long, I let myself fall prey to my quivers; the second I sensed my nipples being touched again, I climaxed. Atlas and his brothers; they'd broken me. So quickly, so easily. And my cookie had not even been touched yet.

There and then, my mouth let out perhaps the most shameful sound a lady could let out. It was a moan, a long moan that only a happy female satisfied by the efforts of her loving male would give. Publicly and unrestrained. It was the first time I ever experienced it. I lost my balance, letting myself fall forward into Atlas. Then I melted; melted in every way a lady could. Drooling I was, a happy tear squeezed out on my cheek, I was wet between my legs. And my belly; I felt my nipples giving milk.

"What a girl!" one of them would tuck his head out to rub and lick my cheek with his wet muzzle, "The foxy foxie; she's lactating."

I was. And they were drinking me whole. The sounds they made lapping milk from me were fiercely titillating. I found myself humping into their mouths, pressing my belly into them in a slow, rhythmical way that I could not control. And they did not skip telling me how passionate I was moving like that. But I couldn't help it; my body wanted them even more than my heart did. And though I admit that I loved it lots, I felt that it was doing me more bad than pleasure. With every sip they took, I felt how life was being sucked out of me. Now I haven't heard, not even to this day, of a female who's given her last breath because of it, and yet, I felt, then, that I would have been the first to do so should Anita not have interrupted them. A trembling puddle of delight on the green spring grass is how they left me.

"Boys, what is it with you and your lust to suck our milk like that? Has your mother not given you enough when you were pups? I understand how delectable us girls may appear, but please, compose yourselves. Why, poor Lady can't even stand."

Anita, to them, was what a boy would call a tease. A bossy one at that. Her words were anything but reproach. Quite the contrary; she would lead her boys on but would make-believe she doesn't mean it. And they liked to be told around by her. Just as they had a soft spot for a coyly reserved girl like myself, so they loved a female like Anita who sported seductive authority in their group.

They knew what Anita really aimed for and so did I. I'd heard enough of her erotic dreams to know that, in fact, Anita craved the same treatment I was given. No doubt; sitting there watching Atlas and his brothers have their way with me made Anita restless. And of course she was restless. What girl wouldn't be in the face of such tempting display of male ability? But she made it seem as though she intended to help me out. She fooled no one.

"So, I find myself obliged," Anita went on, "to step in and help my best friend. Whatever you mean, mean dogs dare to do to poor Lady, I can also take."

And the indecent pose she assumed beside me, with a seemingly protective foreleg placed neatly over my side like a hug, and her long, thick tail stretched to their paws, exposing herself to their eager eyes, was an invitation of the most obscene kind. Their favorite kind of invitation most surely.

However, what stirred them up wasn't her invitation as much as it was the soft, melting sigh and the long, fervent kiss Anita suddenly gave my unexpecting lips. It shocked me; we were both girls, I thought; how could she dare kiss me so sincerely? And I did not pull away, either, as if I somehow liked it.

I froze in Anita's hold; I was very confused. But Anita's boys; oh, what she did really got them going. I brushed over them with a shy glance, and the looks in their eyes made me gulp with anticipation; my milk did nothing to quench their thirst for us.

I must think it was just the mere image that did it, the sight of two beautiful girls bathing in each other's warm embrace exchanging kisses, bound by the seducing sounds their lascivious moans and wet lips were letting out; to a male, this must have seemed as the allure of a lifetime. In that moment I felt, to Atlas and his brothers, that I and Anita were like fresh water on a hot summer day - essential.

"Well?" Anita spoke, rubbing her muzzle slowly against my own, "Is staring all that you mutts can do?"

"Anita, you little Circe," said one with a vain shake of his head, "why must you be unfair like this?"

Another would join his brother's suffering. "It's too bad - we would've loved to stuff you and your foxy friend good, you know that. Oh, you naughty girls would be in so much trouble."

"Stop whining," Anita flickered her racy tongue and shimmied her body in a way I could only describe as vulgar, "I dislike a whiny pup. But, perhaps, there are other ways you could punish two bad girls like us."

Then Atlas came over to Anita and wrinkled his nose. It was my intuition that told me he wasn't all that happy with how Anita taunted him and his brothers. And though it startled her a little I am sure, Anita was too audacious to know when to submit. She was in the mood to play.

"And what do you want?" Anita tempted him with her bewitching smile.

But Atlas did not fall for it. A low growl and the sharpness of his threatening canines were what Anita got out of him instead. "For you to tread lightly, Anita. That's what I want."

Yet, Anita was too facetious for her own good.

"Or else?" she said, then pushed his snout away with her paw. "What will you do if I don't?"

What Atlas did next, though, was exactly what Anita hoped he would. He put all that anger she awoke in him in the intimate act that was far from intimate. When he lunged at her, Anita yelped with excitement. And his snarl made known to his brothers that Anita was all his to punish. There was no yap of protest; her full, juicy teats were more than available, something that his brothers didn't seem to mind indulging in to Anita's great enjoyment. And I know she did enjoy it because I was next to her, ear-to-ear; not that Anita was the quiet kind of girl, though; perhaps, even the neighboring dogs had heard her moans. The "yes," the "please," and the "do not stop" which were, really, part of any young girl's vocabulary, even if they didn't want to admit it.

Now, when it came to me being punished - which I had to be since I and Anita were best friends, and best friends are there for each other in pain and pleasure, especially pleasure - they were much more gentle with me. I was lucky to be taken care of by three - which wasn't too much of an advantage because Anita had Atlas all for herself, and Atlas was a different kind of lustful beast. But I wasn't too upset about it; they proved themselves to be more than capable, and I was so thankful then that they had licked my teats and sucked my milk earlier because the only thing remaining for them to do was what I dreamed of and waited for that whole day, and I was sure they, too, had waited impatiently ever since I walked into their yard; to taste me.

They were slow at first. As Atlas tongued Anita's inside like a hungry wild coyote, my three lovers were kind enough to make me comfortable; nosing the inner of my thighs and the lower part of my belly where the fur was warm and soft, perfect for their lips and tongues to slide down on it. It was when they touched it - my fretful cookie - that I joined Anita in her erotic song. We both moaned and groaned and whined loud and unconstrained, and I struggled not to be louder than Anita; by a miracle, I still had a drop of shame in me, as much shame as a girl begging her lovers not to stop licking her down there. Because that is what I did; it was a first for me, like many other things happening that day. When all three wrapped their tongues around it and began to lick and kiss, though, oh, I lost any bit of shame that lingered in me.

"Please," I implored between gasps, "please, keep doing that!"

I was getting closer and closer and closer with each cold touch of their noses and each warm caress of their lips. But they were holding me on edge, teasing me, not letting my heart be happy. I wanted to reach it; I wanted it so bad! And I knew they were aware. Those rascals; not letting their female peak. But the moment I sensed one of them entering me, I lost myself again. The moist sensation of a tongue squeezing itself into me and touching my burning inside made me squirm.

At last, I was there. I was reaching it. It was a feeling of perfection unmatched by anything I dreamed of. I curled my tail, allowed my tongue to loll and my eyes to close as I let out a groan of satisfaction even greater than before, twitching and quivering, wetting their whiskers in my warm, sweet essence. I had no care for who might hear or see me, I had no care for Jock or Trusty, and I couldn't care less about what was happening at home. I was drowning in an ocean of pure bliss. I, together with Anita, lain on the grass beside each other, abandoning any sense of diffidence and decency that, until that day, had made us who we were.

And I thought they would have stopped there, seeing how I and Anita were too spent to even think clearly. No; they wanted more. So they switched places. Before I knew it, It became my turn to feel Atlas' loving anger. I didn't realize when they'd stopped, but Atlas knew how to make himself noticed. He wasn't gentle, he did not bother making me comfortable. One single swipe of his tongue over my sensitive spot and he was inside me, running his tongue in and out and in circles like a hungry dog clearing his dish. He took me by surprise. For a lengthy second, I thought I would die! I cried out, it was a cry of pleasure. And Anita cried along with me.

"No-! No, that's not a place to touch a lady, you mutt!"

For Atlas' brothers were tonguing and loving both of Anita's openings, not just her cookie. But she didn't oppose or fight it. In my own exalted happiness, I could make out Anita's call. It was a plea, a prayer that never should they ever stop. Then I saw her looking at me with her sultry eyes tearful with delight and her tongue halfway inside.

"Lady," she struggled to speak, "Lady, my love, these rascals- I'm almost there! I'm almost there, Lady! Let's come together!"

I did not understand what she wanted to tell me but my aroused body could not have been more aware, so I let myself be carried by instinct as my body worked to make her wish come true. Unknowingly, I began moving my hips in the same rhythmical manner as before, matching Atlas in his motion, pressing into him so he could reach me deep. Again, I squirmed and twitched, then began to shiver, together with Anita. I watched the impassioned Anita feast her body into the pleasure her boys were giving her. She was so devoted! The way she shook and whined with each touch; I felt that I was melting just watching her be overcome by desire. And by one last thrust of tongue and one last parting of wet lips from Atlas, I, too, had lost my mind completely. I sighed and panted sharply, Anita's tongue hung, and our eyes wept tears of satisfaction. We met each other's long moans into one, synchronizing our gasps, then we allowed ourselves to melt at last, slowly yet intensely passionate. I and my dear Anita.

We climaxed together.

My memory is a little fuzzy concerning what has happened after. I could hear nothing, my eyes were a little misty and everything around me was all fluffy. I remember my heavy pants and my tired heart struggling to keep me awake, and I remember the wet nose nudging me to get a grip on myself. I don't know how much time I stood like that, dozy, on the verge of passing out. But I'm glad of it because never have I really felt the same way again as how I felt the moment my senses came back to me and I looked at her. It was all so strange and unexpected.

When the world was clear again and I could catch my breath, I turned my head and saw Anita nosing into me. It wasn't strange that Anita was there, no; but it was strange that she was smiling at me, the way she did it, as it was a smile unlike any she had ever given me before. It wasn't a racy, naughty one. It wasn't one meant to deceive, either; but it was warm and honest and loving and happy. A beautiful smile that made my tired heart flutter. And her eyes lacked their usual confidence; they were shy, timid, and chaste; the soft, sweet yet hesitant look that she gave me made me want to share it back.

It all was still and silent for a moment. It was odd; I believed for a minute that I and Anita were the only ones in that yard or this town or even in this world. I felt how my pleased heart skipped a beat whenever I captured another glimpse from her, then I was confused again. I and Anita; it was something in her smile and look and the way she stood there, bare and vulnerable in front of my eyes that made me wish the bond between us was far more than just friendship. Then I remembered Anita's kiss from earlier and felt like I understood its true intention. I began to think that Anita, to Atlas and his brothers, was simply a pretence, and that the Anita in front of me, with her charming display, was the real, true Anita, for she seemed to wear all those seemingly lost qualities of her adolescent self.

I began to feel for Anita what I did not feel for anyone before. It must have been the passion, the peak of uncensored female emotion when we both reached satisfaction that made me feel that way; when a female is the most honest and unconcealed a female can be. As if we accepted each other's deepest secrets.

I was falling in love with Anita; my best friend Anita. So abruptly and all because of a smile. But how could it be, I wondered. We were both girls! It was such an outrageous feeling for me to have - to feel romantic love for another girl. And yet, it warmed me on the inside in inexplicable ways. It warmed me to know her presence next to me. It was an incredible feeling.

But I wasn't left any time to muse on my sudden sentiment; of course, I seemed to have forgotten the situation we were in, all wet, exposed to the wanting eyes of Atlas and his hot-blooded brothers. They likely had no care for any sentimentalities of mine. Rather they were, should I say, impressed by my and Anita's performance.

"Anita," said one, swiping his muzzle of wetness, "you and the foxy miss Lady sing nicely together. How about a bis?"

"Oh, I'm sure," Anita got up and shook herself, "Two girls moaning and coming in front of your perverted eyes would tickle your fancy, I bet. You boys have no shame."

"Well, neither did you moving your hips like that," he riposted a chuckle.

Yet, Anita, again, returned to her favorite activity of unnecessarily teasing her boys, with her averted gaze and her expression that spoke of determination, playing the hard-to-please petulant little diva that she make-believed she was. Oh, little did I know what Anita's silly game was about to set going.

"Now don't go thinking I liked it that bad. If you boys weren't so lax, perhaps I wouldn't have had to move my hips at all."

"Anita, you don't get to say that when you popped two times just from a few licks."

"And yet you've made me do it twice as many times on many past occasions. I should think you have become a little stale."

I didn't understand, then, why Anita did what she did but I confess that it amused me a little to see how easily she would make them feel self-conscious. They would exchange glances, their expression frozen, as if they could not believe what this girl had just told them. And it took them quite a little bit to gather the words for a retort.

"Gee," one of them would step forward, having shared a snicker with his brothers, "you're just like Madame Lolita, you know? You're her daughter all right. You put it on to be capricious just like she does," - and he couldn't help not laughing a little - "though, Anita, she might have taught you many bad-girl things but she's yet to teach you how to be a good liar. Not that she'd know anything about it. That hot mother of yours isn't that much of a good liar either."

"Mom?" Anita scoffed then eyed them wickedly. "Oh, it's funny you brought my mommy up."

"And why so?"

"Well, you boys love my mom, of that I am aware, but I know her better than any of you. She's a squeamish lady when it comes to these things. Her expectations are high. She wouldn't lie if she said you boys have gotten soft. Are you that confident in your abilities that you believe she surely must have lied?"

"C'mon. It's Madame Lolita," another one would intervene to defend his brother and, no doubt, his own pride. "She's always been like that; playing hard to get and out-of-the-way. Of course she would lie. 'Cause it would rile us up and we'd get a little angry with her." Then he stopped to grin his overly contented grin, "She's the kind who loves it a little rougher, that cougar of a dog!"

"Or, perhaps, she simply wished that, now and then, you'd have put some heart into it. You boys are a little naive."

Then - in my sudden bewilderment of what the lot of them had just disclosed about Anita's mother - I saw Atlas perk his ears and scowl faintly, walking by his brothers over to Anita. He seemed a little put out by her words.

"But what would you know anyway?" Atlas would take over, "You're her doggone daughter. She wouldn't tell her own daughter about any of that stuff."

"Oh, Atlas," Anita would brush against him, waving her tail in his face provocatively, "you'd be surprised how close I and mom are, or how much she lets on without even knowing. It's true; it's rare for my mommy not to bite her lip when you rascals become our subject of discussion, yet those times when she would rather not talk about it are not entirely uncommon either, my loves. Now, you've left a fairly good impression on my mom with time; flawed, but a good one. Though, you must know I have been curious enough to uncover what the five of you actually do with mom. 'Visiting the stables' as she puts it - quite a bit of riding but no horse involved. So I know clearly that she is far from a pushover to you; nobody around like that hot mother of mine, correct? And I'm all too certain that you care about what she thinks of you. But, boys, I just wonder what she'll think now when she finds that her famed 'stallions' had gotten so sloppy that they could not even satisfy her dear, chaste little daughter."

Silence spread itself throughout the whole yard. Silence and stillness so intense that I, too, froze in place alongside Atlas and his brothers. I should imagine that it must have hurt them to hear Anita's words, as any male would hurt knowing that his female was not properly satisfied. And, in a way, I felt bad for them; they had seemed to me very able and devoted to pleasure us; I, for one, felt greatly satisfied by how they'd treated me. And I was sure that Anita did, too. But for reasons that I couldn't yet uncover, Anita was all too determined to needle them. Moreover, to discover that Miss Lolita made love with the same dogs Anita did - with Anita's knowledge, too - seriously perplexed me, for Miss Lolita was a fine and principled lady who wouldn't simply fall prey to her lustful desires like we did; or so I thought.

And, without a doubt, Anita would have kept going on and on being silly without reason, teasing them, if only it wasn't for Atlas' and his brothers' growls to put her in her place. They were through with all that acting, and so was I.

"Anita, please stop," I slinked behind her ear and whispered, "I believe you've said enough. Aren't you a little bit unappreciative?"

Yet, all Anita did was wink at me her sly design which Atlas and his brothers, to put it lightly, did not take too well.

"Sloppy?" said Atlas with a note of disbelief. "You heard that, boys? This cheeky little brat said we've gotten sloppy."

His brothers slowly encompassed us threateningly, filling the air around with their unpleased snarls as Atlas led their concert with his bared teeth.

"You've got some nerve to be saying that," he went on, circling Anita with a feeling so intense that would intimidate even a lion.

"And what of it?" said the bold Anita, "Whatcha gonna do about it, puppy?"

But what Atlas did next not only sank my heart but completely broke Anita's brittle defense. He pushed her around with the bigness of his body and nuzzled into her in ways so violent that it could have only meant one thing.

In a flash, he overtook her.

When Anita felt his forelegs grip around her belly, she let out a yelp of fear.

"Teach you some manners, that's what I'll do," he growled, salivating on Anita's neck.

"Wait-! You can't be doing that! You're snipped!" and Anita tried to save herself.

"So I can't cream you up. And what of it? Lolita never complained; know why? I don't tire easily, Anita."

"But Atlas-!" Anita squirmed helplessly, "Boys, I was only playing a little!"

"Yeah; stir up the bear nest, see what happens," his eyes gleamed with lust and evilness, "You spoiled little minx need to be put in your place!"

Atlas readied himself. His grip on Anita tightened. Anita gasped again and breathed sharply with suspense. It all happened before my very eyes. He was firm, fierce, but accurate. It took only one good thrust of his hips; her thin body swallowed him completely.

I watched with pity how Anita scratched at the ground and how she twitched and cried out, and my heart began to cry for her. Atlas was so vicious and aggressive with poor Anita, but nobody could've helped her anymore; she really had it coming teasing him like that. And I, quite covertly of me, couldn't help licking my lips a bit; he was truly gifted in proportions. If it wasn't for Atlas being so merciless, I'd have wished that it was me in his grip.

"What a tight bitch you are!" Atlas let out his obscene, wolflike grunt. "Like mother, like daughter!"

Yet, as much as it aroused me to see them copulate, Anita's painful cries distressed me greatly. I barked at him, fear strangling my voice.

"Atlas, please let her be! You're hurting her!"

But Atlas didn't stop, didn't even slow himself. The way he thrust into Anita with so much hunger, heart, and lustful revenge; he wanted to make an example of her.

"Oh, ladybug," he said, piercing me with a menacing glance from the corner of his eye, "what a good friend you are. But if I were you, I'd worry more about myself."

"Me? But why?" I stuttered.

"Well, best friends there for each other in pain and pleasure - as you girls put it." he grinned and beckoned at his brothers their brotherly signal.

Then I perked my ears and took a few steps back. I understood it quickly, as his brothers were closing in on me with their watery tongues hanging over their teeth. The four of them cornered me before I even realized it. I had no escapes.

I knew what was going to happen. I was to be entered, thrust into, quickly and many times by all of them. I dreamed of it a lot myself, but watching Atlas and Anita - it made me anxious and frightened. I was scared, I shivered, but I accepted it. I sighed nervously then tried to loosen myself. Curiosity seemed to feel the air around me all of a sudden; I took one quick peek underneath and then swallowed drily - they all appeared to be very potent just like Atlas was.

I allowed myself a whimper. I felt my neck being stroked and fondled by their muzzles and my lady parts moistened by a warm tongue. I didn't fight them and did not even think of running away. Yet, when I met their eyes, I was tearful and whispered to them only one humble request.

"Boys, do it if you must; I won't oppose you," I said timidly, "But, please, do it gently. Don't hurt me."

But I couldn't even seal my lips back completely, as they were quickly opened by the warmest, kindest, and most dulcifying kiss possible. It calmed me thoroughly and sweetened me so much that I felt tingling in my fur.

"You're such a lovely sweetheart, foxie," he whispered back, still locked in by my tongue that refused to let him go. "We'd never dare hurt you."

Then he swiped my tears away and soon I felt my belly being gripped around. I began to pant heavily with anticipation.

"Now you be a good girl," he said.

And I listened. I felt his manliness; first, touching and rubbing my entrance, then, as his grip grew tighter and tighter, I felt his deep, sharp push, pressing right into my soul! He was inside me fully!

I let out a loud, high-pitched cry that subsided into a hushed moan, and my partner grunted lasciviously above me as he leaned into my ear. Everyone watched me with an immense difficulty of restraint as I was being thrust with such masculine appetite.

He began slow and gentle, steadily increasing his pace. But never he refrained; he always entered me with the full length of his member, hitting my rear with his hips vigorously and with such thirsty profoundness, as if he had waited a lifetime to finally have me. I dearly wished to reward him.

"Please, don't hold yourself back," I breathed between whimpers.

And it seemed that my encouragement was all that he was waiting for, as the pace of his pushes and the intensity of the act became so consuming and fervent that his jolts would match the beating of my melting heart, shaking my collar and making my ears jump. And I would breathe deeply, whine and moan, and he would groan excited, feasting his ears on the sounds I'd make.

"I love it, foxie," he'd whisper, nibbling affectionately at my ear, "I love those cute noises you make. You really know how to get me going."

Then a burst of emotion would overtake him, emotion so fierce and masculine that would wet me down to my legs. I became so moist and him so full of passion! The quick slapping noises my wet cookie would make being kissed by his base were so loud and apparent that it would turn me all red-faced. I was so embarrassed!

"She's so wet already," said one of them on the edge of impatience, cocking his ears, as he licked my lips and nose.

And I was! I was soaked from so much pleasure. I felt my body giving out, and I hadn't even done it with half of them by then! So tireless, so durable, and everlasting! His potent quickness and strength of heart were ravishing my frail body. And I was reaching it. My limits, my peak, and my melting point. I wanted him to do it, to take me there. To touch and press into my deepest and sweetest spot that was the root of all my carnal desires. I wanted to climax. I wanted it with all my heart! To climax at the efforts of those dogs' astonishing virility. And I would only depend on my body to show him what I craved.

"You're squeezing me tight," he fought his pants to say, "You want to come. You want it bad, don't you? Be a good girl and we'll make you come as many times as you want."

I was a good girl. The kindest, most gentle girl he'd ever known. Yes, I said. Please, I begged. Then he pulled me closer between his thighs, tightening his strong hug around my nipples, leaning his whole body over me. He fastened himself and began to thrust me even quicker, more profound than before. I would scream, cry out, all brittle in my voice, and he would groan and growl and pant so heavily and so intensely, as if he was determined to give his very heart out to make me happy. And I was so close; so close that I could feel myself fainting!

"Oh, foxie," said my lover, all but overcome by pleasure, "foxie, you're so breedable, so very breedable! Your body begs to be filled with puppies! Oh, you'd make for such a hot, beddable mother, foxie!"

I couldn't hold myself anymore. It was his obscene compliments and the way he was calling me "foxie" that made me lose it yet again. I was his foxie, his lovely sweetheart foxie, and I didn't even know his name!

I was there, again. My gasps returned to me; so did my choking heavy breathing. I shuddered on my paws as I prepared myself. His moist thrusts against my melting spot were as quick and strong as they've ever been. One final deep-felt push finished me off; one so wild and feral that I felt my forelegs being lifted off the grass! His grip was so firm around me, as he howled with satisfaction, that I felt my breath being stolen, then I moaned aloud in his love embrace a cry so heartfelt and orgasmic that I'm sure I've melted their ears. It was a climax so intense and incontrollable that I all but sprang away from his grasp, as I felt his throbbing hardness, deep into my soul, finishing his heart out inside me.

When he let me go, I felt wobbly in my legs and streams of boiling love slinking down my inner thighs. I was spent, done for. But poor Anita, half-collapsed on the grass from exhaustion - I watched how Atlas was still going all ruthless on her; she had no more spirit in her to tease, to sneer, not even to enjoy a moan. Poor Anita!

But I still had my "stallions" around me, waiting to be pleasured and to pleasure me. I wasn't allowed even the thought of catching my breath. And how could I have when Anita was still suffering there? I had to keep going for her; she might have gotten us both into trouble but I loved her. In perhaps more ways than I should have, I loved Anita. I was determined to, well, suffer alongside her.

Quick and without thinking much more, I swallowed my shame. Still wet with love and shaky on my paws, I turned away and leaned down on the grass in the most alluring, seductive, sexually tempting manner my tainted mind could think of, raising my rear, waving my tail, and faking a yawn, all of it before their very eyes. I needed them to keep going. For Anita and myself too. I yearned for their tirelessness.

"Boys," I said with a smile, "please, it's not nice to stare. Come here and make love to me."

It was a little funny seeing them, all taken aback by this coy girl's unrestrained invitation to sex, almost fighting each other to decide who should enter me next. In a way, I felt proud about it, contented by the fact that I could make myself so desirable to a pack of masculine, frightening brotherly dogs that they would even turn on each other to have me. I won't lie, I liked the taste of holding such female power.

"Darlings, please don't fight," - my soft voice aimed to soothe them - "Why should you fight? I'm enough for each one of you to love. Come now. You mustn't keep a lady waiting."

And they did not keep me waiting, not even for a second. At once my hips were captured again by firm paws and my body was fed in full and hard length the pleasure that it craved. This one wasn't so patient as the last, but he seemed better trained in the act; his proficiency in handling a lady had not remained unnoticed. I detested the idea of being done by a male who has done many more before me, for it would give me the distasteful impression that he wouldn't be devoted. But he was; I felt it with each push. He was as truthful and committed as though I was his only one. Maybe his thrusts weren't as quick as my body had preferred them to be, slapping me with loud, wet noises of animal love, but he was able to reach my sweet spot with each push of his hips, quickly leading me into a climax so profoundly potent that I began to cry tears of delight.

"Foxy miss," I would hear him sigh and pant above me, "I wish I could knot into you just about right now and put you in the family way. Such a nubile wife you'd be! You foxy little creature!"

I never really knew for sure why they'd equate me with a fox so much. Maybe cause of the way I moved or the way I'd gotten my desires across, or simply just cause of my colors. I, myself, never found that quirky animal that likable. Trusty taught me they always meant trouble to humans. Oh, but what does Trusty know? Not one thing. To a male concerned with females, a fox was the symbol of allure, the path toward sensual delight; a fox was special. And I liked to feel special. To know how much of a foxy foxie I was to Anita's boys; it thrilled me to great lengths, as if I was that trouble in their lives they'd always concern themselves with. I loved to be their foxy foxie and to be pleasured like any foxy foxie girl should be.

In that regard, they were most generous and lavish; any girl would argue that. Giving love so neverending to last us a lifetime and climaxes so frequent and intense to bind us forever. To me, that was the most important thing. An orgasm was like a very special kind of kiss, planted right into a girl's heart; never fainting, always warm, and no matter how many she would get, her heart would keep sweet letter of each one. And I, throughout my time, had filled it whole with such kisses. Any male who had ever exalted me to the apex of satisfaction, showing his dedication to understanding me down to my very secrets, had won me to my fullest. And I would reward him always, lubricating his passion to enter me more and more, faster and harder and quicker and deeper than before.

That is how I felt, on that warm and sunny day of early spring, in the care of Anita's boys. It was climax after orgasm after melting of happy heart being loved by them, for, each time, they'd find ways of abusing my delicate senses - senses of a girl who'd just lost her maidenhood - in the most wicked manners. At some point - because, by then, my mind had lost its grasp on time and had numbed - I'd woken myself by my unconscious whimpers, lain comfortably with my paws in the fur of my lover's chest, kissing and licking and sucking on his instrument that made him so desirable to us girls. Then I stopped for a moment when I realized; I couldn't believe what I was doing! Oh, but how quickly I was encouraged to keep going.

"Foxy miss Lady," said the voice underneath me, running his tongue in and out my cookie, "don't stop yet; oh, you were doing great earlier!"

And the heartening swipe of his nose over my hot spot was so effective and uplifting that, once I was done taking care of him, I welcomed his brothers too; inside my salivating mouth that was never known for anything else except for smiling the prettiest smiles and uttering the nicest things a lady could utter, never for such an outrage as pleasing the male sex. But I didn't care. I liked it lots. It felt exciting, lying on top of my lover's husky body like a dominant queen, smothering him with my wetness, as his brothers gathered around my gaping mouth eager and anxious to receive the pleasure that only their lovely foxy foxie could have ever given them.

"Feed me," I demanded, looking up into their eyes with my tongue hanging forward.

So I licked, I sucked, I wrapped my soft tongue around each one, I massaged with my lips and kissed them long and amorously. I sighed and groaned, made whispering noises, I let out warm, welcoming air as I swallowed them from the top all the way to the base. I tasted their flavors; each one tasted faintly of myself, of my love and past climaxes. I was slow, then upped the pace. I tightened them inside, between the inner of my cheeks, then worked to satisfy them until drool hung from my lips. I knew when they reached their peaks, as they'd go hard and long and would quickly thrust deep into my throat, hitting fast into my nose, all but choking me of air. So feral and fierce they were! Then I would hear them heave their tired sighs, softening inside me, sliding on my warm tongue, going limp between my lips. I'd finished them quickly but with apparent results.

After that, they went back to thrusting. I was handled by the quickest of the pack again. He was so quick and so violent, like a wild forest hare mating, and pushed into me with such aggression in his heart that his jolts would have shaken the fleas out of my coat - should I've had any.

But their patience by then had emptied. They were all simply too overcome by my erotical display to bother with such a trivial thing as taking turns.

"Oh, my goodness!" a high note of ecstasy escaped me, and my voice jumped each time his hips slapped into my moist spot, "Boys, please, I cannot take you all at once! I'm only one!"

I might not have had the means to take on all of them at once, it is true, but what they did to me next was so tail-curling and lovingly extreme that they completely broke me and put me to the ground. Maybe I couldn't take on them, but the four of them surely took it all on me together.

As I was thrust into with the quickness of a racing heart, the rest would crawl beneath my belly and do things, incredible things to me; two were latching their lips onto the fullness of my teats while the last one would lick the lower of my cookie lips as it was being hit and slapped.

"You're such a goddess, miss, even your milk is divine!"

I've never orgasmed so quickly and so frequently in such a short time after that neverending day. Having stream after stream of milk sucked from me in double, my burning body penetrated even past my sweetest spot, and my cookie licked and sipped from as waves of hot rapture would exit me in surges and cascades, it weakened me. So much so that my heart could not have taken any more of what they did. They drank so much of me, milk and wet pleasure alike, that I thinned and could even feel my ribs! This is it, I thought. One more, one more climax and my heart will surely stop beating! But they gave it to me, they pushed me into it! And they kept going; they consumed and fed themselves into me relentlessly until my whole body gave up.

Then, in the burning culmination of the moment, the strangest yet sweetest thing happened. Milked, licked, and thrust into, on the brink of passing out, only one thing still kept me afloat. It was a question, one from their very hearts; they asked me to marry them! And it sent my mouth agape; not because of how inappropriate the time was, but because it tempted me! Oh, it tempted me so hard to say yes; to give it all up, my home, my humans, this collar for this beautiful yard and house, for unmatched love without restraint and royal sex at any hour of the day, and all I had to do was struggle a little through my panting to say "yes," to be their "miss Foxy Foxie." I would have been treated so regally, protected like a queen, pleasured like a goddess. What insane female would reject them? Well, I did, for before love and sex and selfish desires, I held my loyalty for my own in the first place.

A final melting cut deep through me and I collapsed on the grass.

Darkness fell like a club out of the bright sky.