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story_codes: Dogs/g(10), bestiality, non-cons, cons

story_intro: Jessie likes to help out the local animal shelter. When two large black labs arrive, she enjoys the big playful dogs. But she had no knowledge of their previous training and the innocent child could not fathom how they will soon be enjoying her little preteen pussy.


story_language: English



The Volunteer

Written by madvlad


	"Okay. Oh no, thank you. These guys are pretty special and we're glad you'll keep them until they get to a new home. Yeah. Okay, I'll see you in an hour."

	Don hung up the phone and turned to Jerry, who was still packing their video gear.

	"We're good. I found a private shelter for the dogs. They have limited space and don't put them down. When they place a dog, then they open a space for another one."

	Jerry nodded. Despite the nature of their business - which was why they were suddenly packing and moving on after getting a tip that they might have been exposed - they were pretty fond of Mason and Dixon and didn't want to see them put to sleep. But traveling with a pair of black Labrador Retrievers would be more noticeable. Wherever they set up shop again, they would work exclusively with humans until they had trained some new furry stars.

	Anne was working on her computer when the bell at the front door jingled. A young girl with shoulder length blonde hair walked in and gave Anne a smile.

	"Hi, Miss Benson," the girl said. "We just got back from vacation."

	"And you're ready to get to work, I take it? Welcome back, Jessie."

	Jessie lived a short bike ride away and loved animals. Anne knew the girl's mother and an arrangement had been made two years ago when Jessie was eight for the girl to assist at the shelter. During that time, Jessie had proven to be quite reliable and had been given more responsibilities.

	As she continued working, Anne heard Jessie filling a scoop she used to fill the dogs' supper bowls. Turning, she called back to the girl.

	"You'll want to add two large bowls. While you were gone, we got two new arrivals. They're at the end on left."

	"Can I open their cage?" Jessie asked.

	"Yes, they're a bit rambunctious, but okay to be around."

	One of Anne's rules was that Jessie couldn't be alone with animal until Anne had the opportunity to observe it for a few days to ensure there were no behavioral problems that might put anyone, especially Jessie, at risk.

	About fifteen minutes later, she heard Jessie squawk and then giggle. Getting up from her computer, Anne went to the kennel wing and saw Jessie pinned to the floor by a large, black hound with its forepaws on her chest and his tongue on her face. The other new arrival was getting a few licks in on Jessie's right ear.

	"Jessie, meet Mason and Dixon. I think they like you."

	"Yeah," Jessie laughed, turning her head as a slobbering tongue took another sweep at her face.

	Once the two dogs had been corralled back into their cage, Anne handed Jessie a towel to wipe herself off.

	"Do you want to do the afternoon feeding tomorrow?" Anne asked. 

	Jessie's face lit up.

	"Yeah!"

	Tomorrow was Saturday and Anne usually closed the shelter early. Jessie had a key and knew where everything was to take care of the feeding.

	"One other favor," Anne continued. "I gave Mason and Dixon a flea shampoo when they first arrived - you know, the usual thing, just in case. But I want to give them a regular bath now. Do you think you can handle them?"

	"Sure," Jessie replied, holding her hand up to the cage fence so that one of the Labs could lick it. "But I'd better take precautions."

	They both laughed. 'Taking precautions' meant wearing a swimsuit as some of the bigger dogs usually had the bather as wet as they were by the time the bath done. By the looks of these two overly friendly hounds, Jessie was sure to be soaked. 

	On Saturday, Jessie fed Mason and Dixon first and then took care of the other dogs, stopping to pet and chat with each one. By the time she returned to the pair of black Labs, they were content with their full bellies. Putting each one on a leash, she walked them to a large shower stall. If needed, she could secure the leashes to the wall, but the dogs seemed perfectly happy to tag along with her. The shower head was a removal hand unit and she gave each dog a short squirt. Mason gave a playful yip and joined Dixon in wagging his tail. 

	"Okay, you guys are going to be easy," Jessie said before she doffed her sneakers, shorts and t-shirts.

	For some reason, the dogs seemed more playful after Jessie had stripped to a two-piece swimsuit. Mason leapt up on her, putting his forepaws on her shoulders and licking her face. Laughing, Jessie pushed his head away. Mason complied, putting his nose under her top and pushing it up.

	"Quit it!" Jessie ordered as she pulled her top back into place. 

	Mason pushed at her top again, sliding it up no matter how much Jessie scolded him. Exasperated, she gave up and pulled the top off since it was becoming a nuisance. It didn't really bother her because she had seen boys without shirts on plenty of times and at this stage, she didn't look any different. Once she started to develop, though, no naughty doggy was going get her to strip.

	Tossing the top onto the crumpled pile of her other clothing, Jessie put her hands on her hips and cocked her pelvis in a pose.

	"See? No boobs," she said as she displayed her flat chest. "You're weird. It's almost like someone trained you."

	She started to reach for the shower head when Dixon suddenly leapt and bowled her over. 

	"Hey!" she complained.

	Dixon nosed her swimsuit bottoms opening his mouth enough and deftly grabbing the fabric in his teeth. He pulled down, partially baring one slim hip that was pale in contrast to the tanned leg and torso.

	"Hey! No!" Jessie yelled as she tugged back. "What is wrong with you? Bad dog!"

	Dixon didn't understand why this human wasn't cooperating. He had done this countless times and now he was getting quite annoyed with this pup. He paused and growled menacingly at her.

	Jessie froze, reading the prolonged, throaty noise as a threat and not the lighter-hearted growls that sometimes came when dogs romped.

	"D-Dixon?" she mewled.

	With the child still at last, Dixon yanked the suit bottoms down with jerks of his head. Jessie watched mutely, frightened by a dog for the first time ever. When he pulled it free of her ankles, he paused and looked at her expectantly as if she was supposed to do something. The only thing Jessie wanted to do now was to get her other clothes and call Anne. Something was definitely wrong with these dogs and she'd leave it for an adult to handle.

	She started shuffling away from Dixon when Mason took the lead again. He bounded forward, putting his front paws on Jessie's belly, nearly driving the wind from her. Feeling vulnerable in her trapped and naked state, Jessie thrashed until Mason barked once with a menacing growl trailing afterward.

	"Mason?" Jessie said tearfully, her fear growing.

	Mason tilted his head and perked his ears, unable to understand Jessie's actions. At least she was still so he could do his part. Nuzzling between her slender legs, Mason sniffed at the child's sex. She would need some licking and Mason happily lapped away at the smooth little pussy.

	When Jessie tried to push his head away, Mason paused and growled. Jessie dropped her head to the floor with tears running from her eyes as the dog continued the vile contact with her private area. Why would a dog do this? Certainly, no one could have trained him to do this.

	Staring at the ceiling, Jessie endured her humiliation. After some time, she had to admit it didn't feel that bad - even kind of good. Her blush deepening, she silently chastised herself for actually enjoying this...this thing.

	Oh, but it did feel nice. She felt funny inside where Mason's tongue was digging between her bald lips. Recalling stories from some older girls who played with themselves, Jessie wondered if that kind of activity stirred what she was feeling now. She had never done such a thing but she was feeling itchy in there and kind of wet. The latter was strange since she was feeling that farther in from where Mason's tongue had reached.

	Mason was enjoying the flavor of prepubescent juices and snacked on Jessie's tender mound a little longer before he lifted his head and licked his chops. Yes, human female pups were quite a treat. He stepped back and Jessie scooted on her butt in the opposite direction. 

	She wanted to stand but didn't quite trust her legs. So she rolled onto her hands and knees and started to crawl toward her outer clothes. Before she reached them, Dixon trotted up and got on top of her. Something touched her wet cunny, spooking her.

	"Hey!" Jessie squeaked, darting forward and turning her head.

	Her eyes widened as she saw the red shaft of flesh protruding from under Dixon's belly. He rushed up on her again, his fur brushing her back and that thing pressing against her quim once more. Jessie's head swam. She knew how puppies were made, having witnessed a few conjugal acts in her time at the shelter. But she was no dog. Besides, she was only ten and not old enough for that kind of stuff.

	Dixon growled again as he kept up with the shuffling girl. A second growl from the side caught Jessie's attention. Mason's lips curled back to show teeth - a definite warning. Meekly, Jessie went still, hoping the dogs would figure out that this kind of thing didn't work with a little girl.

	Dixon felt the dampness of the girl's smooth vulva and dug his member between the fleshy labia. He knew quite well how humans were built and eagerly anticipated the wet little socket inside. His last owners had set up their strange human objects every time he and Mason mated with females. Although he didn't understand (no give any thought to) what it was all about, he had come to accept "Great video!" as praise from his former masters.

	The tip of his penis slipped inside the girl's mound before he found the restriction of her inner labia. But the experienced dog knew that little girls required a good hard shove and he launched his cock into Jessie's hairless twat. Something broke inside and Dixon felt the wash of something hot against his dick as he plowed it further inside the screaming ten year-old. She certainly was tight in there but Dixon planted himself to the full measure of her immature canal before he happily humped his new mate.

	Jessie's only awareness was of the ripping inside her virgin cunny. It was only a minute later that she fully understood the hard thing that was working in and out of her. Blubbering, she felt it inside, stretching and prodding her in a new place. She felt something warm leaking down her legs and lowered her head to assess the damage. Hiccupping, she sobbed again as she peered at the red liquid trickling down her inner thighs.

	Unmindful of Jessie's discomfort and shame, Dixon rutted away. The deflowered child's pussy gripped his cock wonderfully as he slammed it inside her slippery tunnel. Jessie's crying subsided as a dull sensation cloaked her. Resigned to this horrible thing, she remained in place, praying this would be over soon. 

	Something twitched. Oh no, it was that good thing again. Fresh tears of shame blossomed in Jessie's eyes as her body responded to the stimulation. Closing her eyes, she focused on the good thing, trying to will the rest of her predicament away so this all would pass as painlessly as possible. Was this the thing they called rape? She knew it was when someone had sex with you and you didn't want it. How could she tell anyone she had been raped by a dog?

	Her question went unanswered and her train of thought was interrupted when Dixon erupted inside of her. Hot spurts of canine cum poured into the preteen, marking her as a bitch. Jessie moaned piteously as her insemination continued. 

	With his climax done, Dixon pulled back. Gobs of his spunk escaped the girl's bald slit and she stayed there, trembling. Just as she tried to move, she felt him getting on top of her again. No, this time it was Mason and Jessie could only whimper as the dog's prick found her sloppy little cunt.

	The Labrador pounded into the girl's sleek body, mating lustily and making her box grow hotter. Jessie licked her upper lip as the tinges she felt before began to merge, growing and becoming sharper. 

	"Something's happening," she panted. "Oh...oh...ohhh!"

	The girl convulsed, her climax forcing all remnants of fear and embarrassment from her as it consumed her. She yelled aloud, matching Mason's growls as he continued to hump her. 

	"Oh my God," she whispered. "What happened? What did you do?"

	Mason had no answer and kept fucking the little girl, ravishing her formerly virgin pussy with his canine cock. She was growing even slicker, her snug sex tunnel drooling obscenely until he blasted her prepubescent organs with jets of animal semen.

	"Ummm," Jessie murmured as she felt the liquid violation take her.

	The dog had never let up while she had cum and she was getting those funny and oh-so-nice feelings again when he spewed inside of her. She wanted to protest when he withdrew, no longer caring about her nudity and lewd state. All she wanted now was for those stirrings at that wet and wonderful explosion in her young loins to occur again.

	Breathing heavily, she felt like a different person. Not that scared little kid but as something else. Looking around, she saw Dixon rising to his feet again. He sniffed the air and Jessie spied the red thing elongated from the furry pouch beneath him.

	Reaching under her, she found her messy snatch. It was quite slippery and she had to try several times before she could find purchase and spread her lips. The air was cool on her sopping interior but it did nothing to diminish the throbbing heat she felt. Jessie eyed Dixon again as he padded around her.

	"Good doggy?" she cooed.

	Shortly thereafter, he was very good, thrusting his cock into her dripping little hole.

	Jessie was sprawled on her belly the shower floor. Her legs were splayed and her leaking cunt sent a small white stream toward the nearby floor drain. She had been taken again by each dog, cumming each time. Through her warm delirium, it occurred to her that she hadn't washed them yet. She needed some cleaning too and thought it would be fun for the three of them to bathe together.

	
SUNDAY

	Jessie saw Anne's note on the door, graciously thanking her for offering to feed the dogs their dinner again. She made her rounds, playing and feeding the entire lot before she took Mason and Dixon from their cages. 

	This time, she used no leashes as they trotted beside her to the shower room. Jessie disrobed and then leaned against the wall, opening her legs and using her fingers to display the pinkness inside her bald twat. It was Dixon this time who began licking her and Jessie closed her eyes, anticipating the warm flow that would soon begin from inside before she felt something other than a dog's tongue in there.

	
WEDNESDAY

	Laura squealed and ran away from Mason, rubbing her wet face.

	"Mommy! He licked me!" the four year-old laughed.

	"Yes, honey, I saw," Cheryl answered before she finished writing the check to Anne.

	Laura scampered back to where her two big sisters were playing with both black Labs and Cheryl watched the three girls with their two new pets.

	"I was only planning on one," she sighed. "But I see what you mean - they're quite a pair."

	"Yes, we have a girl a little younger than your oldest who volunteers here and she'll be sorry to learn they're gone," Anne replied. "But she understands that we're just a temporary home. And now Mason and Dixon will have three girls to play with."

	Cheryl glanced over again as one of the dogs had her middle daughter on her back and was giving her a thorough facial treatment while Laura patted its side. Her oldest daughter was involved in a mutual chasing circle with the other hound. She had to laugh.

	"I'm sure all of them will keep each other quite busy."



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