Walkies!

On the other hand, you mused, you did not need to leave Rebecca just yet. It was not often you ran into a pet with as high breeding as her in a mall, especially as most were attending college or working elsewhere at this time of day. Acting decisively, your first entertainer was now rescheduled, albeit unknowingly, for the next short while and you considered the upcoming course of action. Almost at once, a lightbulb went off in your head.

Walkies.

Hurrying your way to the pet store you initially glimpsed when entering the mall, you rashly decided to buy a second set of collars and leashes as well - there had been some enthralled members in your audience earlier, and you hoped that you would soon run into one particularly eye-catching woman. As had become self-evident in the recent week, it was just not in your nature to be content with the current spread of your seed.

Five minutes later, you made your back to the store, and found with some humor, your pet still lying nude on the floor. To her credit, no cum - hers or yours - had stained the expensive flooring as she digilently ensured with both hands that it would create some buns in her oven. Uncaring of either her delightful mounds on plain display or her job, she perked up with a shocked expression, which morphed into the astonishment expected of seeing a lover, who had slipped away, return. The two arms forming a v shape to her mound squished together, the shape of her chest bulging pleasingly, as a grin of pure happiness broke out on her face.

You smiled at her love for this sort of life, and dangled a collar and leash. "Get up pet, we're going for a walk." Taking care to keep her pussy cupped, she shot up instantly.

Absentmindly, you wondered how absorbent her fingers actually were, as she experienced a full body shudder when you clipped the leash to the collar on her neck. Any trails of cum, however, were not your problem you thought with a pang of sympathy for the janitor.

Bouding away to your surprise, the naked blonde tested the length of cord as she sprinted while crouched, stuck her head up the dress of the cute girl who was walking in front of the store, and took both a deep sniff and lick.

You blink. This is interesting. No matter the coincidence, it was the same woman you had your eyes peeled for.

As you should have predicted by now, the former audience member simply laughed at the strange woman invading her privates, followed by a gentle push of the blue-eyed, curious creature along with a couple scratches through her hair. With a whine, the squatting woman left the cover of the dress.

"Hey, you're this bitch's owner!" she shouted to you with a naughty grin on her face, as you caught up to them. With a lesson learned, you rolled up the leash a until it could only extend a couple feet.

"Yeah! I am so sorry, you would not believe her behaviour earlier today," you confessed and leaned in as if to tell a secret. Despite witnessing the event a mere quarter-hour previous, the harassed girl could not help but play along with a teasing glint in her eye.

"Oh?"

"She went into the worst heat!" you complained like it was a common occurance every pet lover dealt with.

A lewd look flickered across her face as she sought confirmation of the consequences awaiting the debaunched act in the jewlery shop. "She's not neutered?"

You shook your head and planted your hands on your hips. Idly, you noticed Rebecca's head jerk back from extending closer to the hem of the dress. "In my family, we believe in the right to multiply as we please. Naturally, this also applies to our animals."

"We're two peas in a pod! My parents would blow a gasket if they knew, but I love raw sex," she proclaimed, uncaring of who heard outside your little bubble, and giggled.

Rebecca, who was listening very closely, panted in agreement.

Biting her lip, and acting as if discussing kinks and slutty confessions with strangers was perfectly normal, she leaned in to tell a secret of her own. "My mom goes on and on about safe sex and not having kids until you're ready, but honestly, it drives me wild to not listen to her, for once. It's always clothes this, boys that! Little does she know, I haven't ever, ever used a single pill or condom!" Though a bright blush covered her face and she let out an embarressed titter, the daughter's pride in her risky acts of rebellion was apparent to see.

The human beast's eyes, glancing between the both of you, dilated further with excitement at the prospect of finding another woman like her. Letting out a bright yip which lightly shook her breasts, she once again began to crawl closer to the kindred soul, bare ass dancing fetchingly in lieu of a tail.

Your fellow conversationalist's eyes, embers of lust visible within, flickered to the hands covering Rebecca's nethers, which by now, had traces of cum leaking through. Committed to playing along, she asked, "Let me guess, some stud plugged her up the old-fashioned way?"

You nodded, pushing your pet to her knees with one hand. "Kneel, girl. Yes, did it myself. Let me tell you, she was begging."

Unable to contain herself at the reminder of the passion that seized the good girl at the moment of breeding, of another daughter being a parent's worst nightmare, she reached over and aggressively gave your obedient, pliant pet a barrage of headpets.

"Letting a bitch fulfill her natural urges is only right!" was exclaimed to you in agreement. Switching her attention to the purring woman, she said in a sing-song voice, "Who's a lucky girl? Who's a good girl? You are, yes you are!"

The naked girl licked the tips of the fingers on her forehead, just as pleased with her fertilization.

Blood fully rushing to the tip of your dick by this point, you inquired to put to rest your suspicions of the standing woman, "You wouldn't happen to own a pet yourself, would you..?

"It's Casey," she said, distracted by meting out praises, "and yeah, I have the cutest golden retriever. Your own girl reminds me of her, a little bit." A chuckle escaped her, tinges of envy audible to your triumphant ears.

"Well, Casey, I was planning on taking a couple of pets for a walk. Unfortunately for me, I have two leashes and collars with only one set in use," you started off, hinting at what you had to offer.

Wide-open brown eyes met yours. "You can't mean..." she trailed off in disbelief.

"Would you like to join us for a walk, Casey?" Admidst the frantic nodding of her head, you added, "On a single condition: you have to strip-"

Before the command could leave your lips, she had already pulled her dress over her head. You caught an eye-full of a modest pink bra covering a similary modest chest, but without the accompanying undergarment. Drawing your view, is pubic hair trimmed into a small line over a vagina frothing with moisture. In the current situation, the message it gave was as obvious as an airplane strip. And as you beheld the hint of salivia present, you felt your lips twitch upwards and told yourself the old saying: a pet was a man's best friend.

As she unhooked her bra to both Rebecca's and yours blalant ogling, you commented, "It must be an auspicious day, for me to run into so many bitches in heat."

Casey let out a bark at the bad joke and a leer of her own, as the last article of clothing joined the pile in the middle of the path. Other mall-goers stepped around it without protest, as the sight of two pets playing was more than enough to calm any insurgent flames of anger.

Catching your attention at the expense of everything else, was her uncovered breasts, free to gaze to all with eyes. Boobs were boobs, no matter how big or small, and the joy her small, perky breasts filled you with nudges you to give your newest pet one herself.

The clicking of the leash around her collar heralds the first streak of wetness rolling down her thighs, and Rebecca licking her upper lips and face in wanton arousal the second.

Both your pets sensually rubbed against you and each other thanks to the shortened leashes in use, as you thought of where to go and tricks to perform along the way. Near-certainty, you were going to fuck one or the both, but the scenery and mischief leading up to the eventual climax would help today stand out should you ever reflect on the past.