Oscar chooses Christina

Oscar apparently finds Christina more to his liking. He starts licking her pussy, and she moans from the welcome attention.

"It seems that Oscar has made his choice," your father says. He crosses his arms and stands back to watch the mating.

You cock your head to one side, unavoidably interested in the performance before you. Oscar jumps up and starts humping Christina as he tries to mount her. Christina angles her ass in the air, attempting to find the right position to make it easiest for him. The hard bone of his penis causes the head to protude slightly from its sheath. After some assistance from your father, Oscar manages to mount Christina and slide the shaft into her slick hole. The dog's cock grows in size, swelling to fill her, and Christina's lips part in wordless pleasure. Her forepaws curl and shoulders dip as she raises her rear and lowers her head to the ground.

Oscar mates like the animal he is. There is nothing tender or gentle in him as a lover. He pistons in and out of Christina's pussy. Drops of pre-cum drip out, but the trickle stops as Oscar's cock swells. It's hard to tell, but you think his knot has formed. A moment later Oscar confirms this by stopping, slumping into a resting position as he pumps Christina full of doggy sperm.

Christina whimpers like a good bitch. The feeling of Oscar's cum flowing into her must be amazing. You moan and rub your wet cunt, jealous of Christina's privileged new position as his alpha bitch. Oscar will doubtlessly mate with you as well, but you know that Christina will always be his first choice, his favourite. The three of you together are a pack, and she and Oscar are its leaders, with you a loyal follower.

Something inside you, though, doesn't mind this. In fact, the idea of being a lowly beta bitch, of letting Christina and Oscar call the shots, turns you on almost as much as the idea of Oscar fucking you does. You let this fantasy slowly play out in your mind while Oscar and Christina enjoy their intimate moment.

After about half an hour, Oscar's knot diminishes enough for him to pull out. His thick cum trickles from Christina's cunt. You can smell it, and smell her--she smells different, her scent mixed now with Oscar's. She collapses, her knees weak, her mind completely blank. But Oscar and your father aren't done yet--it's soon to be your turn.

Oscar seems in no way tired from his first mating. He mounts you eagerly and penetrates you more easily--he's getting the hang of it already. Soon enough he'll be mounting you and Christina all the time, even without your father around to help him. You let out a satisfied gasp as his cock swells in you with each thrust, eventually knotting and beginning to fill you with cum. The feeling is ... unparalleled to anything you've felt before. Though you've taken harder dicks and bigger dildos, Oscar's cock is just the right size for you. The walls of your pussy squeeze it as it throbs with Oscar's long, continual ejaculation. Your orgasms--yes, plural--build and come in waves of pleasure. All the while, you can feel Oscar's paws on your back, hear the slow pant of his breathing, smell his musky fur. You are his, and his your mate. Oscar barks, and while you are not able to understand him like your father can, you can tell he is pleased with his new bitches.

Christina barks, rolling onto her side to face the two of you and smiling with pleasure. She knows exactly what you're feeling right now. There is freedom in submission. There is pleasure in accepting your place.