Release the hound!

Ammy the Cosplaying Dog was not having a good day.

Between being separated from her owner, yanked around by her collar, **** away from her newfound precious ball, being blinded by the incessant flashing of the Minion's camera, and the overwhelming sounds and smells of SAX, Ammy was wound up tighter than Tracer's chrono-accelerator at high noon. So when the poor pooch needed something to calm her down, anything, she picked the closest and colorful target she had: Tracer's panties.

Ammy stuck her snout right between Terri's cheeks and chomped down on the soft, sweet-smelling cotton.

"Ow! Ahh! No!" Terri shrieked in surprise and shock. Ammy's bite wasn't painful, but she had her teeth sunk into the red, white and blue flag on Terri's butt- and Terri knew what was coming next.

Ammy leaned back and pulled on Terri's Union Jack panties with all the strength the nervous dog could muster. She needed something to chew on now.

Terri whipped her hands to her panties in a **** attempt to fight back, but it was a losing battle. Ammy yanked Terri's panties down a few critical inches before she could get a grip, baring half her bum.

"Stop it!" Terri shouted. "Bad dog!"

It was no use. Ammy worried Terri's panties back and forth in her mouth, tearing holes in the cotton where her teeth had bit through. Four tiny holes quickly became four widening tears, and the sound of her panties being torn apart wasn't helping Terri calm down.

"LET GO, YOU DUMB MUTT!" Terri screamed, heedless of the people around her who had stopped to stare. "LET GO BEFORE YOU RIP THEM!"

It was the wrong move.

With a terrific sound of tearing fabric, Ammy tore Terri's British panties right off her body. Her underwear split first on one side, then on the other, and finally Ammy came away with the prize hanging from her mouth.

Terri stood stock-still in shock for a moment. Her runner's butt was totally, completely out there. Her leggings were held together only by her shoddy stichwork and prayers. From behind, her bald pussy peeked out from between her skinny yet powerful thighs.

Ammy had finally found something to chew on. The dog put one paw down and happily ripped out the Union Jack from Terri's broken panties like they were made of tissue.

"Bad dog..." Terri whispered, still holding her hands to where her panties had been moments ago.