The Pet Competition

Two days after the successful billion-dollar deal, Mr. Reginald Kane invited Dorothy and a small group of elite guests to a private after-party at his estate. The main event was a special “Pet Competition” featuring you as the star.

You were brought into a large, brightly lit indoor arena designed like a luxury dog show ring. The audience — around 30 powerful futanari and businessmen — sat in raised seats around the circular performance area. Soft hay and padded mats covered the floor.

Dorothy led you in on your leash, completely naked except for your permanent pink gold collar. Your heavy DDD breasts swayed with each step, and your long bubblegum-pink hair flowed down your back. The little bell on your tongue jingled softly.

Mr. Kane announced proudly:

“Tonight’s main event: Pet Competition. Slutcunt Voss will compete against three trained dogs in three categories — Obedience, Crawling, and Breeding.”

The three large, muscular dogs (two Rottweilers and one Mastiff) were already waiting in the ring, alert and energetic.

Round 1: Obedience

You and the three dogs were lined up.

Commands were given by Mr. Kane:

“Sit”

“Stay”

“Roll over”

“Present” (ass up, face down)

You performed every command perfectly, even competing directly with the dogs. The audience applauded loudly when you held a long “stay” position while the Mastiff broke early. Dorothy beamed with pride.

Winner: Slutcunt (by a narrow margin)

Round 2: Crawling Race

A 50-meter crawling track was set up with small obstacles.

You were put on all fours beside the three dogs. At the signal, all four of you raced forward.

Your long pink hair bounced as you crawled desperately, breasts swaying heavily beneath you, the bell on your tongue ringing with every breath. The dogs were fast, but you had been trained for months. You finished second, just behind the fastest Rottweiler, but ahead of the other two.

The audience cheered and laughed at the sight of a human wife racing against real dogs.

Winner: Rottweiler #1

Slutcunt: 2nd Place

Round 3: Breeding Trials (The Main Event)

This was the crowd favorite.

You were placed in the center of the ring on a padded breeding platform. One by one, the three dogs were released to mount you.

The first Rottweiler mounted you aggressively, slamming his thick cock into your ass and knotting you deeply while you moaned. The audience watched intently as his knot swelled inside you.

The second dog took your mouth at the same time, fucking your throat while the bell on your tongue rang wildly.

The third waited his turn, then bred you immediately after the first pulled out, adding his load on top of the previous one.

For nearly an hour, the dogs took turns breeding you in front of the elite guests. You were knotted multiple times, filled with load after load, moaning and leaking while your heavy breasts swayed and dripped milk onto the mat.

The audience placed bets on how many times you would be knotted and how much cum you could hold.

By the end, you were a trembling, cum-drenched mess — lying on the mat with your ass gaping, thick dog cum pouring out of you, face covered in saliva and seed.

Final Results:

Overall Winner: Slutcunt Voss (by audience vote for best performance and entertainment value)

Mr. Kane presented you with a small silver trophy shaped like a dog bone, engraved with “Best Bitch 2026”.

Dorothy stepped into the ring, clearly proud. She kissed you deeply in front of everyone, tasting the dogs on your tongue, then addressed the crowd:

“Thank you all for witnessing my wife’s performance. She truly is the perfect pet.”

Later that night, back at the villa, Dorothy rewarded you by drinking deeply from your milk-filled breasts while fucking you slowly and lovingly.

“You made me so proud tonight,” she whispered. “Competing against real dogs and winning… My beautiful, pink-haired wife is truly exceptional.”

She kissed you, the bell on your tongue ringing between your lips.

“I think we’ll make this a regular thing.”