Repost: Dinosaurs & Superheroines: Power Girl and T. Rex - NOW WITH STORY!

 While I'm at it, I'm gonna repost my Power Girl and T. Rex illustration because I found the story that goes alone with it. Enjoy!

Power Girl shot into the air, soaring high over the lush green jungles blanketing the land.

“Remember, Kara, recon first, attack only if attacked,” she told herself. “Hold on, Kal, I’m coming….”

Her powerful Kryptonian eyes scanned the land, her ears perked up for the first shout of help or attack. She tensed, floating in the air like a solitary cloud, waiting. Wind wisped her golden hair.

She didn’t have to wait long or use her heightened senses.

Thunder sounded from below. Her blue eyes shot down and spotted movement in the trees. Something heavy stomped through the trees toward her.

“Okay, who or whatever you are,” she snarled, “You think you’re ready for us. But no way are you ready for me!”

She dropped from the sky like an angry rock and shook the ground as she landed on her knees, one fist deep in the dirt and the other clenched by her side. Her blue eyes glared up through loose yellow strands.

The jungle seemed to move. Then, something like a solid muscular wall of green seemed to emerge from the trees. A six foot long head emerged, thick, bulky and lined with spikes. White eyes full of baleful animal intelligence. The Tyrannosaurus Rex stopped as it fully emerged from the trees, standing tall on two tree-thick, three-clawed legs, two tiny dual-clawed arms tensed. It looked down at her from its 20 foot height and opened its vicious maw full of thick dagger-like teeth. Then, it lowered its head and roared, a thunderstorm of spittle and teeth. Insects and birds buzzed away in the distance.

Power Girl puffed hair out of her eyes.

“Not my first time with a dinosaur,” she said, smirking.

The T-Rex reared its head back and ran forward, roaring, shaking the ground with each step.

Power Girl calmly rose off the ground and strode toward it, her thick lips still twirled in a half-grin.

The giant gaping mouth reached for her.

Power Girl’s blue gloved hands reached for it.

The T-Rex reached to swallow her. Power Girl caught its upper and lower jaws and held them in place. It pushed forward, driving her heels into the ground. She merely leaned forward and held it in place. Her hands gripped its crocodilian lips, palms holding against the gums between the large teeth. As tis momentum stopped, the T-Rex bellowed another roar into Power Girl’s face, speckling her with saliva.

“Bad boy,” she said. “Has nobody trained you?”

The T-Rex stared down at her. She looked into its eyes as it breathed angrily on her.

“Don’t see a collar,” she said, “But even I don’t run into many dinosaurs. I wonder, maybe…”

The T-Rex began breathing harder. Power Girl’s nostrils flared, as the musky, meaty smell filled her lungs. Her pulse slowed and anger dimmed, but she began breathing hard as well.

“Maybe…” she said, voice breathy, “somebody sent you to…”

The T-Rex’s longue, wide tongue rose and licked up her neck and face, covering her in drool. The long pink appendage slipped up her head and back down, sticking her hair up. Hot saliva pooled down her face and in her mouth, dripping down along her neck and to her costume’s famous chest opening.

“Ah!” she gasped.

Power Girl smacked her lips and swallowed some of the warm liquid down her throat.

“What…weird. Something about your pheromones, your drool, but I can’t…super senses dulling…”

Her grip on its jaws weakened.

“Maybe…” she moaned, “Maybe you’ve just never been…"

The T-Rex pulled its jaws back, but continued breathing hot, heavy gusts over her body, tingling where the saliva was. Its eyes looked hungry, but not in a way that said it wanted to eat. Power Girl could see down its underside and noticed a bulge between its large legs, just under the base of its tail.

“Mmm,” Peej said, “You’re a boy, aren’t you? Maybe you just need some training…”

The T-Rex licked her again. Peej closed her eyes.

“Oh,” she moaned, “That…feels…so…”

The T-Rex nudged her and she tumbled onto her back. It nuzzled at her groin, eliciting gasps. Its tongue came out and she writhed like a worm as it lathered her inner thighs up and down.

“Uh, oh…why does that feel so good? What’s wrong with me?”

She grew warm. The T-Rex licked again, its long pink tongue digging between her thighs. It slurped up, bringing its head close to hers. Its head moved back down, but a tooth caught in chest-hole of her costume. As the T-Rex moved its head back down it ripped her costume down the middle.

Power Girl shot up on her elbows and gasped as her skin became exposed. The T-Rex lifted its head and pulled what remained of the middle of her costume up in its teeth. She stared down at the sliver of her exposed skin running down her. She instinctively brushed her left leg up to cover herself.

“Hungry for more, are you?” she said.

Its mouth opened slightly, his tongue lolling wetly about.

“What…I…” she mumbled.

Then, Power Girl arched her back and tugged the tatters of her costume back, her bulbous breasts bouncing out. Her thick pink nipples stabbed straight out. She pulled at her costume and tore off most of the right side and right glove until only her left glove and arm covering were left. Her cape rolled up over her face and she pulled most of it off with her teeth. The very last piece of the bottom she tugged out and it slipped out between her lower lips.

The T-Rex watched her finish ripping her clothing off and approached, a waterfall of drool drenching the grass below.

“C’mon, big boy,” Peej breathed. She rolled up onto her knees, spread them and thrust her ass into the air. “Come taste some more.”

The T-Rex approached, each thundering footstep making her quiver and breasts wobble. Peej bit her lip in anticipation as it lowered its snout and nuzzled her nethers.

She licked her lips. “Good boy, c’mon,” she moaned.

He looked in her eyes and, as if understanding, stuck his tongue out. He gently pocked at her pussy, the tip just barely spreading her lips. Then it went down and dragged up, glazing her inner thigh and buttocks. His saliva and her juices mingled and ran like a river down her to the ground.

“Oh yesss,” she said, “yes, more!”

The T-Rex continued lathering her. He pushed her forward with each tongue lash and she pushed back into each one. Each motion was like a tidal wave rushing through her.

The T-Rex lifted his head, angled it down, and began sticking his tongue out and back in along her pussy.

“Oh god!” Peej screeched along with each lick. “Oh god yes yes yes yes!”

Then the T-Rex stuck his tongue all the way out, lowered its head, slid its tongue all the way under her, and lifted her up into his mouth. Kara moaned all the way up, her voice cresting loudly as the T-Rex stuck its head up and tongue all the way out, the base of it rubbing along her spread legs, roaring along with her moan.

Power Girl’s entire body vibrated with his roar, and the wide base of his tongue vibrated her pussy. She screamed and hooked her feet into the side of the T-Rex’s mouth, knees spread out, just behind the back of his teeth. The T-Rex continued thrusting his tongue up, bumps and ridges rubbing her body and pussy, the long length of it spreading between her heaving breasts. She grabbed space between teeth on his lower jaw and rode along as he licked her. She licked her own lips, deep moans rumbling from inside her as she breathed out exasperated moans. The bumps of his tongue rubbed her clit, his hot breath ran up her back, his hot saliva running into and all over her. It trickled down her legs and dripped down from her knees. His lapping tongue bathed her breasts. A glob dropped from the roof of his mouth and onto her head, running down her hair and neck. A stray strand fell from a tooth and onto a nipple, warm like a single shower droplet then cold and stinging like silver against her skin as it cooled. Her nipples stuck out so hard they felt like they might pop off.

“God yes!” Peej screamed, grinding harder into his tongue. Even with his prehistoric strength, the T-Rex found himself being shoved down by the enraptured Kryptonian.

“Yes!” she screamed again. Another wet lick, another gasp, another downward grind.

The T-Rex’s jaw fell downward, and he struggled to keep it up.

“Mmm yes yes yes!” Peej screamed, thrusting again and again.

The T-Rex buckled as Power Girl thrust his jaw down. He all but crashed his jaw into the earth. As he panted and his eyes rolled back, he thrust his tongue up again and again.

“Yes! Yes Yes! YES!!!” Power Girl screamed. “AAAAAAAAAH!”

A final deep grind onto a final lick. Her powerful orgasm shook his jaw and down the forty plus feet of his body. Her moan echoed up and out of the jungle louder than his roar. His hot breath came like a weak wind while she gasped for air with gale force breaths. The T-Rex’s tongue, sore and bruised, lolled a bit, then fell still in its mouth. He sank into the ground, eyes rolled back, breathing faint and deep. Power Girl sank onto the soft, wet, warm bed of pink flesh in his mouth, letting his jaws slowly close, her limp arms and legs sticking out the sides.

“Good boy…” she hummed.

Mother's Day Illustration: Sue and Franklin Richards

 

Not only am I not dead, I'm still drawing! I hope to do more soon. Hope y'all like it! They're my favorite couple.

Full Story: Good Boys & Bad Dogs

 

Good Boys and Bad Dogs by Wain Tezak

Kaleb, Ryan, and Channing were just puppies when they found out their moms were bitches.

The three, in the budding age between boyhood and young manhood, were in Kaleb’s room playing video games while his mother Tala entertained Ryan’s mom Madi and Channing’s mom Ada in the living room. The three boys had been playing Smash Brothers for over and hour, killing time until it was time for dinner and then time to ride out into the night.

“Eat this, bitch!” Channing cried, letting out a blast as Samus.

Ryan, as Bayonetta, easily leapt over it. “Nice try, bitch!” he drawled.

This left Kaleb as Palutena behind where Ryan had been to take the blast. Instead Kaleb used Palutena’s reflect to knock the attack back at Channing and knock him off the screen. “Bitch, please,” he chimed in. Then, as Ryan landed on the other side, Kaleb built up Palutena’s smash attack and knocked him out too, winning the round. The victory screen came up and Palutena twirled on her staff as Samus and Bayonetta clapped below.

“Damn!” Ryan hollered. “Good hit!”

Channing said, “Pft, I practically let you win.”

Kaleb laughed and said, “More like you two messed up and my skill beat you!”

They laughed and began clamoring for a rematch when there was a knock on Kaleb’s door.

“Come in!” they all three said.

It opened, revealing their moms on the other side. Kaleb’s mother Tala stood in front. She wasn’t the tallest of the women, but she seemed to stand the tallest, proud and with her chest thrust out, a black T-shirt and loose gray sweats over her lean body. She was full Choctaw, and had dark eyes and even darker hair, and a pleasant if reserved face that could be warm as a summer day in the middle of winter. She had that look as she looked at Kaleb and his friends huddled in front of the TV, a whiskey and Coke in her hand.

Behind her, leaning against the wall, was Ryan’s mom Madi. She still wore the clothes she’d gone to her job at a stable in: tight, torn jeans and unbuttoned flannel shirt over a white tank top. She was the shortest of the three but not on the short side, amply curvy, and with strength from daily hard work. Her auburn locks fell in messy tangles down her soft face, partially obscuring rich green eyes, her cute button nose, and tiny rose petal lips. She took a swig of her beer and smiled at the boys.

Beside her, taller than the others, was Ada, Channing’s mom. She had a short bob of blonde hair, blue eyes that sparkled like the lake the boys swam in but even deeper, full lips and round cheekbones, and eyes like rich copper. She wore yoga tights and a top under a loose sweat jacket, and looked like she was preparing to model the clothes she wore. She didn’t, but did post her workouts to a sizable online following when she did her day job of teaching yoga. A wine glass almost the size of her son’s head was cupped in her hand.

The three of them took a moment to admire their boys. Kaleb had Tala’s dark features, his raven hair almost as long as hers. Ryan had the cute country charms of his mom, his almost red hair buzzed short, but had his father’s blue eyes as opposed to his mom’s green ones. Channing resembled his mom the most, save for skin color as she was white and his dad was black, giving him rich brown skin. Even his hair, loose and curly, was tinted with gold.

“You boys are behaving, right?” Tala asked. “We heard a lot of yelling in there.”

“They’re just mad I’m whooping their asses,” Kaleb answered.

Channing lightly hit him in the shoulder while Ryan laughed. Madi laughed along with her son while Tala tried not to.

“Don’t hit, Channing,” Ada chided. “Be a good sport. You okay, Kaleb?”

“Yeah, Ada. Channing doesn’t hit much harder than the girls in our class.”

Channing looked as if he were about to rear back and punch him again, but Ada said, “Channing...” part playful, more parts serious.

“Sorry, mom.”

“Having fun, Ryan?” asked Madi with a lazy smile after drinking more of her beer.

Ryan nodded. “Yes ma’am. Just looking forward to going out tonight!”

“Oh? Y’all got a busy Friday planned?”

“We do,” Kaleb answered.

Ryan said, “Grab ice cream after dinner.”

“Then hit the movies and ride around all night!” Channing cheered.

Tala nodded. “Hmm. Just be safe out there.”

Ada said, “And play nice and be polite when you’re at the ice cream parlor and the movies.”

Madi added, “And watch the street when you cross and ride. Ryan, your daddy would have a fit if he came home from hunting and found his son flattened.”

“We will,” said Kaleb.

“No problem,” Channing said.

“Yes, ma’am,”said Ryan.

Tala smiled her small, reserved smile. Then, the doorbell rang. “You boys ready for pizza?” she asked.

They were up quicker than a heartbeat and all but pushed their moms to the front door. Almost as fast, the pizza was inside, the three mothers and three sons were at the table, the moms drinking, eating, and laughing, while the boys barely took a pause between bites.

“Slow down, Kaleb, you’ll choke!” Tala said, then downed the rest of her whiskey and Coke like it was medicinal. “What has your Dad said a million times about eating slower?”

Kaleb swallowed a piece of cheese and pepperoni and said, “Well, Dad’s on that business trip, so… maybe you should call him and have him remind me.”

She lashed him with a withering look.

“Don’t worry about him, Tay,” said Channing. “I’ll be his daddy and discipline him.”

Kaleb, who was taking a drink of Dr. Pepper, almost spit it out.

“Thank you, Channing,” Tala responded. “Maybe you could whip some sense into him.”

Channing leaned back in his seat and smirked while Kaleb glared at him. Ryan slowed his chewing and exchanged smiles with Madi.

“Channing,” said Ada, “what have I told you about calling Tala and Madigan nicknames?”

“Hopefully that it’s cute and charming,” said Madi. She winked at Channing, who winked back.

“That is not what his father and I want him to learn,” Ada said, mostly succeeding in sounding serious.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Underwood, Mrs. Green-Lehrer,” Ryan said to Tala and Ada, “my mother taught me good manners.”

“Why thank you, Ryan,” Ada said. “Maybe you could teach Channing some manners.”

“I’ll try, but I don’t think he can be trained.”

“Or house trained,” Channing said.

The boys laughed. Their moms tried not to.

Tala checked her watch and held her breath. “Isn’t it about time you boys got going?”

Kaleb took his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. “Yeah, if we want to get ice cream and make it to the movie, we’d better go!”

He shot out of his seat and Channing and Ryan did too. Kaleb ran to his room and got his Nintendo Switch, put it in a carrying case, and came back to the dining room. Their moms were already pouring more drinks. Channing gave Ada a bro-worthy pat on the shoulder, Ryan hugged Madi tight, and Kaleb gave Tala a quick peck on the cheek, and then the boys were out the door to their bikes. Tala, Ada, and Madi watched them hop on, as young teens almost a size too small for the adult bikes, and pedal off into the sunset stained neighborhood.

The women remained quiet until their boys had disappeared. Then, Tala sighed, swirled her drink around, and enjoyed a long sip of it. “Funny,” she said after a lengthy pause, “so many moms worry about their kids out at night, and we know ours are safer than at home.”

In response, Madi and Ada stared deep into and took long gulps of their own drinks, quiet introspection sinking Ada’s lush features, nervousness aging Madi’s. Save for the dim hum of the refrigerator and a few passing cars, the house was filled with silence, like a funeral was happening none of them could see.

“Michael gonna be busy with the game tonight?” Madi asked.

Ada replied, “Oh yeah. And he’s having some guys over to watch, too. He was happy to have the house to himself.”

Madi nodded. “I’m glad Blake got back with his hunting and fishing buddies. Makes it easier to get them out.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” Tala said absently, swirling the ice cubes in the fine amber liquid around. “It took Derek the longest time to get used to traveling again.”

“How’s his leg?” Madi asked, looking up for the first time in minutes.

“Oh, it’s fine. He’s still got a little hitch when he walks, but he gets around fine.”

Ada leaned forward. “I’d be happy to do some physical therapy with him, if he wanted to.”

Tala smiled wanly. “That’s sweet. I’ll ask him.”

“It’s good he gets out,” Madi said, as if it were something she was trying to convince herself of as well. “Good they all get out and have things to do. Really good.” She forced on a chipper smile that threatened to crack her lips.

“After what happened,” Ada said, “you don’t think Derek suspects something, do you?”

Tala’s eyes widened for just a moment, before placidity was forced back into them. “No, no no,” she said. “No, he can’t. He wouldn’t dare leave us alone if he did.”

Ada nodded. “That’s good, okay, good. I don’t think Michael has any suspicions either.”

“Yeah, not Blake, neither,” said Madi, as if it was both a relief and distressing. “He’d probably try to do something, if he noticed, and then…”

Tala reached over and held her hand. “We do good. Our husbands don’t know. Our boys don’t know. They never will.”

Madi squeezed back, her small rough hands solid in Tala’s warm long fingers. Tala reached a hand across the table to Ada, who clasped back, her hands soft and strong from yoga and moisturizing.

“You’re kind,” Tala said to Madi. “You’re strong,” she said to Ada.

For the first time since their sons left, they smiled genuinely.

“And you’re so brave,” said Ada. Madi sniffled, a tear welling in her eye, and she nodded.

Tala squeezed their hands again. “No, we are brave.”

A dog barked. Their heads spun and wide eyes glanced outside. Small amounts of orange still painted the sky, and an elderly neighbor walked a tiny chihuahua down the block. The ladies saw this, and relaxed.

“I’m going to make another drink,” Tala said. “Who wants one?”

“Hell yeah,” Madi said.

“Oh, absolutely,” said Ada.

“Good,” said Tala, standing up and heading for the kitchen. Then, nervously to herself, she whispered, “Won’t be long, now.”

#

Almost as soon as they were out, biking from the Kaleb’s house at the end of the street and down the roads to their little suburb’s downtown, the boys began to play their favorite game, one they loved even more than Smash Brothers, than football, than racing: “Your Mom.”

Kaleb said, “Channing, your mom is so hot in those yoga pants… I want to peel them off and do hot naked yoga with her and have her lean over me and show me all the positions!”

“Oh, up yours!” said Channing. “Your mom wants me so bad, she’s getting a tattoo that says ‘Channing’s’ right over her vagina!”

Kaleb’s bike swerved and he retched in pain.

Ryan, who was always the last to start, acting like the game was rude while thinking about the other moms more than his friends did about his, said, “Your moms are so hot, for me they’ve already got me on the adoption paperwork to be your mew dads!”

Their groans, cheers, jeers, and laughter echoed throughout the neighborhood, bringing daylight to it as the sun sank into the black pot of night. Soon it was only street lamps and porch lights, until the distant glow of downtown became visible above the edge of the neighborhood. They crossed more streets and passed more houses, not quite as carefully as their mothers had asked, and then came in sight of Carmen’s Ice Cream at the edge of downtown.

Channing immediately began pedaling faster. “Last one their has to spank their mom!” He yelled and pulled ahead of the others. He’d ran track in junior high and was going to try for a position on the high school’s track team.

Ryan played baseball and was a great outfielder. He pumped his legs and quickly caught up to to Channing. Kaleb just shrugged and thought, “I can think of worse things,” and let his friends pull away. When he got to the store, they were breathing hard and arguing over who wone as they chained their bikes up beside the store while he did so casually and then strolled in first.

The store was only half empty, a few kids their age with their parents and some middle-aged couples, so they had a short wait for their ice cream (cookies and cream for Kaleb, vanilla with caramel for Ryan, and triple chocolate for Channing.) They had time to kill before the movie, and the theater was only on the other side of downtown, so they set the Switch on the table and played a few rounds of Smash, one winning a round each. When the time came and they’d slurped down their ice cream, they went outside.

“Okay, now to race to the theater!” Channing said.

“I’ll definitely win this one!” Ryan said.

They rounded the corner, and Kaleb halted. “Uh... I don’t think there’s gonna be a race,” he said.

Ryan and Channing stopped. Their bikes were still there, but the tires were flat. Not just flat, but cut and punctured, with ragged holes in them.

“What the hell?” shouted Channing. “What asshole did this?”

“And why?” Ryan asked.

Kaleb fumed, clenching his fists. “We were right inside! Wish they’d have picked a fight so we could’ve kicked their assess for them!”

“What are we gonna do?” Ryan asked. “The movie will start before we can get to the theater.”

Thoughts ran through Kaleb’s head while Channing cussed loudly, gathering stares from the few people walking by. “Let’s just go back to my house,” he said. “We can get the bikes there and have our moms drive us to the movie faster than we could walk them all the way there and then back.”

“I’d rather do that then push flat bikes that far,” said Ryan.

Channing snarled, “I hope we run into the motherfuckers who did this.”

“Me too,” said Kaleb. “Let’s get moving. We’ve got 30 minutes ‘till the movie and it’ll take almost that long to walk back to my house.”

So, the three boys unchained their bikes and began pushing the flat, wobbling wheels back the two miles to Kaleb’s house. The trudge back was slow and boring, and the boys were glad their bikes were light. As they got further along, though, they began joking and laughing again, and when they were within a half-mile of Kaleb’s house, were rushing the bikes forward.

“Let’s go!” Kaleb yelled as soon as they turned a corner and caught sight of his house, sitting alone at the end of the steer, the others houses on their large plots distant in the darkness. Kaleb was about to loudly announce they were home when something stopped him. Strangely, the front porch lights were off, and there were no lights on in the living room windows either.

“Why are the lights off?” he wondered as he reached for the handle. But, the door was locked.

“They’re here, right?” asked Channing.

“Their cars are still here,” said Ryan. “Unless they Ubered somewhere.”

“But why?” Kaleb asked. He walked around the front of the house, looking in the darkened windows but seeing no activity. Then, he peeped around a corner and saw lights on in the back. “C’mon,” he said, waving to the others. They unlatched the fence and walked through. Kaleb’s backyard sloped down to face fields and clusters of trees running out into private land beyond the suburb’s edge. There was a sitting room that saw half a level down and exited to the backyard, a room with lazy furniture and table games for summer and spring. The lights were on in it, and they could hear a commotion coming from inside. It was definitely their mothers’ voices, but they weren’t talking. They sounded like they were in pain, just wailing and crying. The boys walked to nearest window, a small slit at ground level that was ceiling high inside, and leaned down.

Then they saw what was happening. Then they saw why their mothers were making those noises, what was happening to them, and by who.

Or rather, by what.

Three very large dogs were attacking their moms. One had Madi pinned onto the couch. It looked like Ada was trying to wrestle on top of another on the floor. And the third had Tala on her knees and was trying to hold her down. The boys stopped for a second in shock at what was happening. But, they were kept there, frozen in silence, as they realized that the dogs were not just attacking their moms, for their moms were naked, and the dogs’ movements, while vicious, fast, and rough, weren’t aiming to kill.

Madi was leaning back on the couch, a Doberman Pinscher almost as big as her leaning into her, ramming its hips back and forth. Her hands were wrapped around it, while her legs hung in the air and waved with each thrust of the black dog’s hips. Her eyes shut tight and her rose petal mouth hung open, small pained gasps escaping them every few seconds, winced looks of pain crossing her face with them.

While Ada was astride a Rottweiler more muscular than she was, there was no doubt by their movements that it was the one in charge. She rode it, hunched over submissively, bracing her hands on the dog’s chest for balance. The dog held onto her hips with his forelegs while its hindlegs lazily kicked now and then as its hips bumped up and down. Its tongue rolled out in a smug, satisfied look. It would snarl every once in a while, and bump its hips harder upward, drawing a lip curl and moan from Ada.

Tala was squat on her knees under a hefty German Shepherd with a pitch black, rakish coat that had its hips thrusting against her rear and its paws wrapped around her hips. She gnashed her teeth as if she was biting into something, hisses and moans coming between each breath. The dog humped against her rhythmically as if it were a job.

Kaleb, Channing, and Ryan stared, open mouthed and barely breathing, time seeming to melt away. The noticed things, like how Tala gripped at the carpet while the shepherd rode her, or that Ada’s toes curled as she was rocked back and forth atop the Rottweiler, and that Madi would occasionally bite her lip as the Doberman thrust into her. And they saw the dicks of the dogs, thick bulging things, red as hate, thicker around the base, and sliding in and out of their mothers’ wet pussies. And they noticed that, while their moms were naked, their clothes were scattered about, but not torn to shreds. But also, that their moms weren’t completely naked: each wore a choker around their necks. No, not a choker: a collar: a pink felt one around Ada’s neck; a brown leather around Madi’s throat; and a spiked leather collar on Tala.

“Uhh,” Madi could be heard moaning.

“Oh, huh,” Ada breathed loudly.

“Guh… ah!” gasped Tala.

All accompanied by grunts and snarled from the dogs, and the sounds of slapping flesh and wet, violated spaces.

“Wha… what are those dogs…” whispered Channing.

Ryan swallowed dryly, then said, “They’re… are our moms having sex with…”

“No,” said Kaleb, “they… they’re being raped.”

The stillness seemed to crack like broken glass at the word. The boys found their breath, and it came ragged and haggard, and with gaunt faces and angry, terrified cries.

Channing bit his lip and, through angry tears, hissed, “Fuck this. Let’s go kill those animals.” He sounded if he was trying to sound angry to cover his shaking voice.

Ryan, thinking of baseball, wished he had a bat. “I’ll beat their brains in for hurting my mom.”

Kaleb only nodded. “Let’s rip their throats out with our teeth, then…” he stopped. The boys made to move, but he said, “Wait.”

“Fuck that!” Channing hissed. “Let’s get in there and…”

“Get our moms hurt?” Kaleb said. “Get eaten by those things? Look at the size of them!”

“Screw it, we can take ‘em! We can…”

“They are really big,” said Ryan. “And our mo… our m-mo…” He swallowed. “They’ve got them.”

“Something’s wrong,” said Kaleb. “Something’s really fucked up.”

Channing asked, “What are we supposed to do? Just sit here and let them keep doing that to our moms?”

“But they’re not hurting them!” said Ryan. “They’re… t-they… maybe our moms are keeping them from hurting them.”

Kaleb nodded. “Yeah, maybe that’s it,” he said, as if happy to hear the reasoning to keep from going in.

And so, the three, boys burgeoning with manhood but not yet men, were frozen as newborn pups, and could stare in fear-struck indecision, in reasoned inaction, as the dogs continued making bitches out of their mothers.

The German Shepherd leaned forward and took a bite of Tala’s hair and pulled back hard. She yelped and clutched at it, but the dog only pumped harder. Then it put its paws on her shoulders and shoved her torso to the ground, grinding her face into the tile floor. “Ah!” Tala let out with a pained snarl, and tears welled from her shut eyes.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Kaleb.

The Rottweiler began rocking itself back and forth, shoving its dick deeper into Ada. She rocked her hips as if obeying a command, her fingernails clawing at the dog’s chest, groaning “No… oh, ah!’ through clenched teeth as her tight breasts waved.

“Please, don’t hurt her,” said Channing.

The doberman began humping Madi at lightning speed, so hard and loud that wet slapping sounds could be heard. “Ah, ow… ah!” she cried, eyes wide in pained surprise, pupils swimming drunkenly. She wrapped her legs around the dog, as if holding on tighter would make it shock her less.

“You’ll be okay, right?” Ryan begged.

Then, any notion that the dogs might have been going easy on the their moms disappeared as the animals began moving faster, meaner, harder. The Doberman humping Madi began pounding like a piston, so hard the couch began banging against the wall. She yelped and gripped the dog tighter. The Rottweiler laying on its back wagged its tail hungrily as it rocked harder against Ada. Louder wails came from her, her curves jiggling as she was rocked back and forth atop the beast. And the shepherd angled its hips down and pumped Tala harder into the ground, its paws keeping her chest and head planted on the ground while she cried pleas.

And the boys couldn’t stop looking. And parts of them had taken special notice.

“Oh, no,” murmured Channing.

“God, please,” prayed Ryan.

“Stop,” begged Kaleb.

But the dogs didn’t stop. Instead, they finished.

Madi squealed like air coming out of a balloon as the Doberman rapidly rammed her like it was trying to nail her into the couch. “Ah... eeek!” She rocked along with the couch at the dog’s movement. It clasped its jaws around her neck, and Ryan gasped. But it only held her, their eyes locking, as its hips focused the pounding, legs almost still. Madi closed her eyes, the dog went rapid another few pumps, and then jabbed her hard again and again, her hips shaking, bringing sharp cries from her choked throat.

“Momma,” gasped Ryan.

The Rottweiler undulated worm-like as it pushed into Ada, who rode the dog like a horrible wave. “No, no, no,” she mouthed silently, then loudly as the animal began rocking up deeper inside her. Her pert breasts quivered. She held her breath until, its mouth hung wide in a malicious drooling grin, it pumped stolidly into her, legs high in the air. “Noooo!” wailed Ada, her eyes damp.

“Mommy!” Channing almost cried.

The German Shepherd seemed to take position and aim above Tala, even as it was already on top of her, even as it was already in her. It paused in its thrusts, and Tala looked up at it with pleading eyes. It snarled a fanged grin, then pulled back just a little, making her wince, and then began slamming hard down into her, unmistakably to torment her, while at the same time pulling up on the mess of hair in its mouth, yanking her head up. Tala’s eyes widened and stared off into nothing while her mouth screamed open with desperate silence. Then, she began to quiver, and crying “Ah!”s came out.

“Mother,” whimpered Kaleb.

Then, the dogs slowed, the women quieted, and the boys stilled. They then got a lesson in dog anatomy, for when dogs enter a female, their cocks swell at the base, to keep from being easily dislodged, in a process called “knotting.” The Doberman riding Madi released its teeth from her neck, then turned around so that it was on the floor on all fours, but its dick, twisting around inside her, was still stuck. Madi’s arms and legs slumped to the side as she panted, sweat covering her naked body, her hair a matted mess. The Doberman tried to pull away, but the two remained entwined. It glanced back at her, and gave her what could only be described as a sinister grin, its tongue wagging as it painted hot breath. Then the dog pulled its hips, and its knot, still swollen and stuck inside her, pulled at Madi. She cried, “Gah!” It tugged again, but wouldn’t come loose. It grinned even wider, and yanked again and again at Madi. She spread her legs and gripped the couch, even digging in with her toes, as the Doberman tugged at her, making her yell and tear up. “Stop, please,” Madi weakly begged. With an almost audible wet pop, the Doberman came loose. Madi let out a yelp and collapsed back into the couch, her green eyes like empty glass gazing at the ceiling.

Ada was slowly rocking back and forth atop the Rottweiler when it began to pull out of her. She let out a low, quiet moan as it slowly began to tug and pull itself. She huffed out small breaths as the dog rolled its hips back and forth to try to dislodge itself. After a couple of long minutes, it freed itself, and Ada let out a long, slow moan as it slowly slid itself out. When it had, it rolled up onto all fours, sending Ada to the floor.

The shepherd seemed to be happy to remain on top of Tala for a few minutes. She had collapsed down onto the ground, only breathing hard and occasionally shivering, while the dog merely kept their hips locked, her hair in its mouth, sometimes giving it a tug to elicit a tired cry from her. Finally, it slopped itself out of her, using its paws on her shoulders for leverage, making her weakly scream as it came out.

Wetness, inside and out of them, glistened on the women as they lay sprawled, exhausted, still. The dogs merely stood on all fours, eyeing the women like warriors surveying a sacked town. For a minute, the boys wondered if the dogs were waiting for a sign, or if they should now try to attack when the dogs were tired. But then, the dogs quickly trotted to the cracked open backdoor.

“Back to the front!” Kaleb said in a hushed voice, pushing the other boys back to the front yard. They ran and hid around the front, peering around the side of the house towards the back. Dimly, they could hear the backdoor creak open, then the muffled, barely audible sounds of three sets of legs running on grass. They looked, and thought they could just make out, past the small fence of Kaleb’s backyard, three shapes disappearing into the dark fields beyond, headed for the trees. When they had blended in with the darkness, the boys turned to one another. Ryan’s lip stopped quivering. Channing quit looking like he was ready to pick a fight. And Kaleb’s eyes no longer looked glazed over with fear. They nodded and made their way back to the back patio room. Peering in, they saw their moms still there, bodies limp, seemingly out of it, and still naked and covered in sweat and other fluids. Their sons hesitated only for a second, before going down the slope of grass, rounding the corner, and going in the open door.

The smell hit them, like a hot bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned in a while. The unmistakable scents of sweat, body odor, and musky dog punched them in the nose. They kept going, not even deterred by the sight of their moms, naked, debased, and out of it. Yet, something in the air, something about what they had seen, stirred something within them. So, as Ryan checked his Mom’s pulse and breathing and covered her with her flannel shirt, as Channing wiped sweat off Ada’s head and draped her with her sweat jacket, and as Kaleb stroked Tala’s head and blanketed her with her unbuttoned shirt, the boys, unacknowledged to one another, found themselves growing hard, their breathing growing hot. But, once they were sure their moms didn’t need medical attention, they locked the backdoor, dimmed the lights, and went to the kitchen to get a first aid kit, towels and clean clothes, and bottles of water. Slowly their heartbeats returned to normal, and they pushed aside any reasoning for their arousal as merely a scared body’s response. Then, with the TV on and them staring blankly at the living room walls, the boys waited for their mothers to wake up.

#

Madi rocked her head back and forth to shake away the exhaustion before stretching her limbs. Ada groaned a frog-like croak as she clambered up onto her knees, still too tired to even stand, blonde hair matting her face. Tala merely rolled onto her back, skin sticky against the floor, eyes peeling open to let in the painful yet dim lights from the ceiling.

“Everyone okay?” she asked hoarsely.

“Yup,” Madi answered with a weak nod.

“Barely,” said Ada.

“Ugh,” Tala responded, smacking her dry mouth. They were silent for a minute, before Tala said, “that one wasn’t the worst.”

Madi still had barely moved. “Least this one was fast.”

“Just like a rough workout,” said Ada.

Tala sighed, then rubbed her eyes. “Okay, let’s get cleaned up before… wait.”

She felt something soft covering her. She noticed a shirt was draped over her, then shot up. “Oh, no,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Ada mumbled.

“Madi, Ada, get up!” Tala cried.

The other women groggily arose, then, when they too noticed the clothes covering them, jolted awake.

“Please, don’t tell me...” said Ada.

Madi said, “But... they’re at the movies, right?”

The women tore off the collars on their necks and threw their clothes on, then hesitantly walked from the back patio room up the short flight of stairs. They found their sons in the dining room, sitting at the table, facing the TV in the living room. When they heard their mothers approach, the boys turned and fixed them with eyes that were years older than they were when they had left. The women stood still in the doorway. For a moment, not a word was said.

Finally, Tala said, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Kaleb replied.

“We thought y’all were at the movies?” Madi asked.

“Something happened to our bikes,” Ryan responded.

Ada asked, “How much, uh, what did you see?”

Channing swallowed then answered, “A lot.”

“I see,” said Tala. She lowered her head, Madi looked off to the side, and Ada hugged her arms and stared just past Channing.

“I suppose we should explain to you boys... what you saw,” Tala said.

Their sons said nothing back. The women pulled chairs out from the table and sat down opposite them. They shared unsure glances between one another, then Tala took a breath and began.

“It started about two years ago.”

“It was the day of that barbecue, remember?” Madi asked.

“Kinda,” said Ryan.

Ada said, “We were all outside drinking. You and the boys were roaming the neighborhood and your dads were inside watching a baseball game at our house.”

Channing asked, “Was that the Rangers versus the Astros for the ALC?”

“I think so.”

“Anyway,” said Tala, “you kids were out, your dads were watching the game at Ada’s, and we were in the backyard drinking. It was dark and the moon was bright, and we hear this sound behind the fence. We go over and see these three dogs sniffing around the backyard. They don’t have owners or even collars or anything, but they don’t seem too threatening, so we stand at the fence and watch. They see us, go still, and just calmly walk up.”

“Weren’t you scared?” asked Channing.

Ada said, “They were big and a little intimidating, but they acted just nice and curious. We think they’re just normal dogs, so we hold our hands out to the fence to show we’re friendly, we wonder who their owners all, all that.”

“What did they do?” Ryan asked.

Madi said, “At first, they just sniffed each of our hands, and we’re thinking ‘oh, what nice loaf dogs!’ But then...”

“What happened then?” asked Kaleb.

Tala said, “Then they hopped the fence.”

“Like, real easily,” said Ada. “More graceful and powerful than I’ll ever be.”

“I’ve never even seen deer hop a fence like that,” said Madi. “Then they got closer to us, sniffing at our legs and feet and... other places.” She began to blush.

Tala continued, “So, we pushed them away, told them no, opened the gate and tried to shoo them out. They didn’t like that.”

“What did they do?” Kaleb asked.

“I was wearing a summer dress and some shorts. One of them starrtd nipping at my dress, tearing at it. I kept moving away but it got a good hold and almost tore it off.”

“Another stuck his nose right between my legs,” said Ada. “I tried pushing him away but he just pushed harder. Then I realized he was trying to push me down.”

Madi said, “I was yelling at them when the last one just tried to jump on my back. It was about as tall as me on its hind legs. But I ducked away and grabbed a wine bottle and just started swinging.”

Tala said, “She bashed him on the nose pretty good, Ada twisted out of the way and kicked the dog in the crotch, and I smacked the one ripping at my dress in the nose a lot. We grabbed what we could and just attacked them until they ran off. We heard them barking for a few minutes after they ran away, but that was it.”

Ada said, “We called animal control. However, when they were unable to find the animals, they gave us their number and just left.”

“We just wrote it off as a random, very strange animal attack,” Tala said.

Madi said, “We didn’t even bother telling your dads about it, it seemed too unusual.”

The women grew quiet.

Then, Ada said, “Then, I heard growling while you were out practicing baseball at the park one night, Channing.”

Madi said, “Ryan, remember when you and I were at my work and those horses spooked and almost ran you over? I heard barking right before it happened.”

The boys had grown as quiet as tombstones. Were it not for what they had witnessed not even an hour ago, they’d probably have written their moms off as overly imaginative.

Tala said, “And, about a month later, your dad was coming home late from work, Kaleb…”

Kaleb gasped. “The dog that attacked his leg!”

“Yes. It was dark so he couldn’t see what kind it was. But animal control said that it was unlikely it was the same dog. But…”

“We knew it wasn’t,” said Ada. “We knew our families were being hunted as retribution.”

“And we had no idea how to keep you all safe when nobody would believe us,” said Madi.

Tala said, “That day that Derek was in the hospital, we talked about what we could do, watching over our shoulders, worrying about our husbands, our boys. Then, I had to come home from the hospital for some of Derek’s things, so I asked Ada and Madi to come with me since I didn’t feel safe.”

“Where were we?” Kaleb asked.

“You were at the hospital with your dad.”

Ada added, “Ryan and Channing were with their dads at home. So, we thought they’d be safe.”

Madi said, “So Kaleb, we went with your mom to her house to get some things.”

The women grew quiet again. Tala rubbed the back of her neck. Ada hugged herself. Madi’s eyes began darting around the room.

“What happened?” asked Kaleb.

#

Tala hurried down the hall carrying one duffle bag full of things for Derek and a backpack with things for Kaleb. Madi and Ada stood anxiously waiting in the living room.

Tala said, “Okay, ready. I’ve got enough for both of them for a few days. Let me just make double-sure the house is locked, and let’s get the hell out of here.”

Ada and Madi nodded. They kept their eyes on the windows peering into the darkness outside, watching for any sign of movement.

Tala ran and double-checked the backdoor, tugging on it and glad to see it was locked tight. But then, she noticed something.

“Uh oh,” she said.

“What is it?” asked Ada.

“The gate to the backyard is open.”

Ada and Madi approached and saw that, indeed, the gate to the backyard leading to the fields and woods beyond was swinging wide open.

“Would y’all mind coming with me while I lock it?” Tala asked.

Ada went to the kitchen and came back with two large butcher knives. She handed one to Tala and said, “Of course not.”

Madi pumped a round into the 12 gauge shotgun she had slung across her back. “That’s why I brought this,” she said.

#

“Way to go, Mom,” Ryan said, bringing a warm smirk to Madi.

Tala continued, “They went with me out to the backyard to close the fence, then leave.”

#

Feeling confident and armed, the three women tread carefully into Tala’s backyard. Tala approached the gate, knife held out at arm’s length, Ada behind her, and Madi to the side, aiming at the opening. The only sounds were their heavy breathing. Not even crickets chirped, and the distant houses of the neighborhood felt a world away.

Tala crept closer until she was only a foot away from the gate. Then, she took a deep breath and kicked it closed. It satisfyingly latched shut, the metallic crack echoing in the darkness.

For a moment, none of them moved. Then, feeling safe, they relaxed for just a moment.

#

Tala went quiet.

“What happened next, Mrs. Underwood?” Ryan asked.

Madi said, “Then, Ryan baby, the dog that was already there snuck up behind me.”

#

Just as they turned back toward the house, a furry shadow jumped out and, with gleaming white teeth, latched onto the barrel of Madi’s gun. Before she could wrest it free, it had yanked it out of her hands and, with a toss of its massive head, flung the weapon over the fence far into the fields beyond.

“Shit!” Madi said.

Tala and Ada turned to face the snarling shape before them.

#

“Then the other two dogs appeared,” said Ada.

“From where?” Channing asked.

#

Two more shapes appeared. One bolted from around the side of the house, erupting from behind some bushes, while another merely hopped over the seven foot tall fence as if it wasn’t even there and landed behind them.

Tala, Ada, and Madi put their backs to one another. Tala held her knife out, Ada began swinging hers, while Madi merely raised her fists.

Ada swung her knife wildly. But the dog before her was faster, and quickly snipped at her wrist and made her fling it free.

“Ada!” Tala cried, taking her eyes off the dog in front of her for just a second. And in that second, it jumped forward, bit onto the sharp piece of cutlery like it was nothing, and wrested it from her hands. With dismissive nod of its head, the knife went over the fence.

#

Even knowing where the story would lead, the boys still felt their guts sink, as if by telling a different version their moms could have somehow altered everything they’d seen happen to them.

“Didn’t you try to fight back?” asked Kaleb.

“How could we, honey?” Tala responded.

“They were huge, and had teeth, and had taken my gun and our weapons,” said Madi.

“They were clearly smart,” Ada said. “They had laid a trap and ensnared us easily.”

Channing asked, “What did you do?”

“We knew they were clever, and dangerous, and we… knew what they were after.”

Kaleb said, “Couldn’t you have called animal control or the police or…”

“There wasn’t time, baby,” said Tala. “They were going to tear us to pieces, or worse, and then maybe go after all of the people we loved, too. So we… we made a decision.”

“We offered ourselves to them, in exchange that they leave our families alone,” said Ada.

“And they... well, they took us up on it,” said Madi.

#

Ada stared up into the sky in wide-eyed in shock as the huge Doberman Pinscher on top of her rapidly pounded her, its thick, bulbous dick like a dagger stabbing her. But even as her limbs lay limp at her side, her hips still bucked a little, and, through the mind-numbing horror of what was happening, pleasure jabbed into her with every one of its thrusts.

Madi’s face was bunched up in fury as the German Shepherd pressed her into the ground, its red, veiny cock sliding in and out of her almost tortuously slowly, drool from its grinning maw drizzling onto her bare back. She gnashed her teeth and clenched her eyes shut at the inhuman degradation, at the thought of her poor unknowing husband, and most of all, at how smooth and hard the dog’s dick felt.

Tala had fought back tears as the dogs had torn off their clothes, as they had nipped at their flesh, bit their nipples, and almost lovingly licked their faces. But now, as the Rottweiler lay on its back and held her atop it with its powerful paws, rocking her back and forth on its throbbing penis, she belted out sobs. She was humiliated, abused, forced into a scenario no nightmare could conceive of, and worst of all, she could tell she was getting close to cumming.

The dogs moved faster, harder. The Doberman threatened to split Ada apart. The German Shepherd all but pushed Madi’s face into the dirt. And the Rottweiler bucked Tala hard, flinging tears everywhere.

Then, their huge, bulbous, knotted cocks shoved into the women and began unloading shot after hot shot of cum into them. Ada’s spaced out stare turned so wide-eyed they threatened to pop out of her head. Madi let out a teeth-clenched groan. And Tala poured tears out as the dog poured into her and let out a long, open-mouthed, silent wail.

#

The boys sat in silence, staring at them as if they were strangers just now being met. Tala, Ada, and Madi struggled to meet their gaze, but did, with warmth, and compassion, and a plea for understanding. They were their boys, after all.

“What happened after they...” Kaleb asked.

“They left,” Tala replied. “We cleaned ourselves off, and I picked you up from Ada’s and took you to see your dad at the hospital.”

“And we did what we always do,” Ada said, “we went home and loved our families.”

“And we took care of them,” Madi added.

“But,” said Tala, “about a month later, when Madi had her birthday party, and just the three of us were talking in her backyard...”

“We saw them,” said Ada. “Or rather, heard them. The barking. Then, we saw red eyes glowing in the dark fields.”

“We knew they’d come back,” said Madi, “and would keep coming back.”

Tala said, “So, when there was a night your dads were busy, and you boys were out at the movies... we went to Madi’s farm and waited.”

“And they showed back up?” Kaleb asked.

Tala nodded. She, Ada, and Madi faced their sons more easily now, seeing the comprehension and understanding on their faces. There was a moment of quiet, and they regarded their sons with quiet smiles.

“How often do they show up?” asked Kaleb.

“Every month or so,” said Tala.

Ryan asked, “So, what are they? Werewolves or mutant experiments, or…”

Madi answered, “We don’t know. They don’t really talk much.”

“Haven’t you tried trapping them or anything?” Channing asked. “Maybe poisoning them?”

“Everything we’ve tried, they’ve seen through or outwitted us,” said Ada. “And then, they’ve just been harder and meaner to us.”

“What about the collars?” asked Ryan.

“They... they brought them, the second time, Ryan,” answered Ada.

Madi said, “They brought something to show us that we’re their property.”

“Is that all these things want?” Channing asked. “Just to… to hurt you over and over?”

Ada said, “As you unfortunately saw, they enjoy it.”

“Isn’t there something you could do?” Ryan asked.

“Like what, honey?’ Madi asked.

“Like not let them make you their bitches!” Kaleb said, shooting out of his chair.

The women started. Then, Tala said, “Kaleb!”

“No! You’re… you’re supposed to protect us and take care of us and love our dads, but you’re letting these dogs make you into their bitches!”

“Kaleb dear, don’t you think we’ve tried…” said Ada.

“You just haven’t tried hard enough!”

“Kaleb, I’m sorry, but we’ve tried damned hard,” said Madi.

“You’ve tried hard to let them do what they want to you!”

Tala shouted, “Kaleb, that’s enough!”

He stared at her, angry, tears forming in his eyes. Tala felt her own eyes tear up just matching his gaze.

“Do you think this is easy for us?” she asked. “That we enjoy what those animals do to us? You have no idea what it’s like. Why do you think we let them do it?”

Kaleb said nothing.

“We’re trying to protect y’all,” said Madi.

“They are smart and dangerous animals,” Ada said. “And for all we know, there are more of them out there.”

“We know you are, Mom,” said Channing. “We know you’ve…”

“No, no!” Kaleb yelled. “No, they haven’t tried hard enough! They’re just scared and willing to let these things do whatever they want!”

“Kaleb, honey, it ain’t like that,” said Madi. “And it ain’t like we stopped thinking and planning new things.”

Ryan said, “Maybe they’ve tried their best. Maybe we can help them…”

“No!” Kaleb said. “No, they don’t get to… to let these things just do whatever they want and…”

Tala stood up, fixed her eyes on her angry, confused son, and said, “Your father already paid the price for us.”

Kaleb stopped mid sentence, mouth hanging open.

“You saw him in the hospital, remember?” she continued, angry tears welling up in her burning eyes. “Remember wondering if he would be able to walk again? I did. Then I imagined something worse happening to you.”

For a moment, silence like an iron weight sat in the room between them.

Ada said, “We all feared something similar happening to our sons and husbands.”

“That’s why we did what we did,” Madi said. “Why we still do it.”

Channing looked down at the table while Ryan’s lip quivered. Ada and Madi rose up beside Tala and looked down at their sons.

“Channing dear, I’m sorry you had to see that,” said Ada. “We’ve done everything we can to protect you from the ugliness of it all.”

Madi said, “Ryan, I’m sorry too. No boy should see his momma that way.”

Ryan said, “Thank you, Mom. Thank you too, Mrs. Green-Lehrer, Mrs. Underwood.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Channing said. “Tay, Mads, Mom… what you’ve done couldn’t have been easy. And it’s still, like, a mind fuck, but… thank you.”

Ryan and Channing got up and walked the distance around the table and embraced Madi and Ada, warm, soft, strong embraces that made their feet feel firmly planted on the ground, that were like hugging strong sturdy steel beams.

But, Tala was still locking eyes with Kaleb. He glared back, eyes blazing but welling up.

“I’m sorry,” Tala said, the words like a choking poison in her throat. She wondered why she should be sorry, for all she and Ada and Madi had done for their boys? But still, she could see the hurt in his face, the sense of betrayal of her family, and however misguided his feelings were, still she said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“She only wanted to protect you, dear,” said Ada, a hand gripping Channing’s shoulder.

Madi said, “Just like we wanted to protect Ryan and Channing.” She pulled her arms tighter around her son and looked down at him with a smile.

Kaleb looked from one to the other, then back to Tala. Her eyes begged for understanding as she forced a smile. Then, Kaleb’s lips trembled, and he bolted around the table to her.

“I’m sorry!” he cried as he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m so, so sorry! I’m sorry for what I said! I’m sorry for what they’ve done to you! I’m sorry for...”

She rubbed his head and hushed him, putting her arms around him like a soft blanket. “It’s okay, honey,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”

Ada turned to her own son, hugging Channing tighter, their embrace more like two old friends. Madi pulled her boy closer, patting each other on the back.

“Okay,” Tala said, wiping her face after she and Kaleb had both shed a few tears, “it’s been a long evening for everyone. Let’s let Ada and Madi take their boys home to rest. Tomorrow is a new day.”

#

That night, after swearing the boys to secrecy, Kaleb slept beside Tala in her bed, both clothed, Madi and Ryan cuddle together in her bed, and Ada and Channing fell asleep on the couch, waiting for his father to come home. He did eventually, past midnight, inviting her to bed. Madi and Tala woke around the same time, and all three did went to their restrooms to check themselves for bruises, scrapes, bites, and other potential signs something had happened, as well as sat on the toilet to let out anything out that had been left in, glad they weren’t allergic to dog semen as they had been forced to learn could be a danger. This night, though, they merely cleaned themselves up a little, and went right back to sleep alongside their boys and husband, Ada explaining away a scrape along her thigh as brushing up against a sharp table corner.

When they awoke the next morning, however tired and worn out they were, they felt more relaxed after such evenings than they had since things had begun.

#

The next day, as their moms resumed their weekend, acting almost as if nothing had happened, and assuring one another they were fine, the boys texted each other and slipped outside to meet for ice cream, damn the time of day and spoiled appetites. When the store was half-empty, they huddled over their table and began planning.

At first, nobody had any great ideas, as the notion of leaving their moms as bait and using Madi’s guns to shoot the dogs seemed like something the dogs would see coming, and the idea of somehow poisoning the dogs led them to realize they couldn’t even poison a rat, they hit on something.

“What about our bikes?” Kaleb asked.

“You think the dogs did it?” Channing asked. “Why?”

“They don’t seem exactly like good boys,” said Ryan. “I bet they followed us and wanted to mess with us.”

Kaleb said, “No, I don’t think so. They could’ve done that at the movies after attacking our moms and then made us walk all the way home.”

Channing snorted, “I bet those sick bastards wanted us to find them and our moms together.”

“Maybe! The question is, why?”

“Maybe they just wanted to rub our noses in it,” Ryan suggested. “If they’re smart enough to be cruel, it could be.”

Kaleb said, “I could see that. I don’t know, though. If they’re clever enough to blackmail our moms, and know when there’s going to be a trap, this must be part of some plan.”

Channing snapped his fingers. “We need to figure out their game plan and come up with one of our own.”

“But we don’t know what they want,” said Kaleb, “beyond just using our moms for their sick pleasure.”

“If we don’t know,” said Ryan, “what if we acted like we knew? Walked into their trap.”

“Not bad. But we need something more...” he paused and folded his arms. “We need to think like them.”

“Right,” Channing said, then paused in thought. “Uh… bark?”

Kaleb and Ryan looked at him like he was an idiot.

“Okay, but seriously,” Channing said. “I’m an evil rape dog. I like hurting women and getting off on it.”

Ryan said, “And I sabotage their sons’ bikes to get them to come home and see what I’m doing to their mom. But why?”

“Maybe I want to humiliate them even more,” said Kaleb. “I enjoy it already, don’t I? So, maybe I want their sons to find out so they can tell their dads, which will drive them away, and mean we can rape these women more.”

“Or maybe they’re just toying with our moms more,” said Channing. “They’re just animals.”

“But think about how clever they are,” said Ryan. “They can sense traps and got us to go back to see what they were doing. Trust me, after working with my mom on the ranch, animals are smarter than we think.”

Channing asked, “How do we outsmart them, then?”

They all thought for a moment, then Kaleb said, “What if we don’t?”

Ryan and Channing both looked at him confusedly.

“I mean, what if we act like we’re trying to outsmart them, but don’t?”

Ryan said, “Uh, man, you okay? I know last night messed with us, but that doesn’t make any...”

“No, no,” said Channing, “I think what he means is that the dogs are smart, right? So, we have to act like we’re trying to trap them, which they’ll see through, and then bam! We hit them with the real trap.”

Kaleb smiled. “Exactly!”

“And the real trap is?”
Kaleb’s smile faltered. “That’s a good question.”

The three boys sat and pondered that in silence, the weight of events beginning to sit on them, squashing their hopes.

Ryan said, “Maybe I could get tranquilizers and rope and stuff from my mom’s work.”

“Not bad,” said Kaleb. “But how would we use it? The dogs will see it coming or smell the stuff.”

“Not unless we hide it and make it look like that’s the stuff we plan to use,” said Channing. “Then, we bring out the real trap.”

“Which is?”

After a pause, he admitted, “I don’t know.”

Kaleb threw his hands in the air.

“C’mon!” said Channing. “If they’re smart enough to outsmart our moms and see any trap coming, how do we get them?”

There was a silence, broken by Kaleb. “Maybe we have to let them think they’ve won.”

“And how do we do that?”

He pursed his lips and stared down at the table.

“What?” Ryan almost yelled.

“Are you crazy?” asked Channing. “The whole point of all this is we stop them from doing that anymore!”

Kaleb shrugged. “What’s more convincing?”

“Our moms would never go along with it,” Channing said.

“They’ve done worse for us so far. What’s one more time?”

“Jesus, Kaleb! They’re our moms!”

“And we have to rescue them! But… the only way I can think of duping those dogs is to let them think they’ve won. And the only way to do that… “

“Then what?” Ryan asked. “What’s our plan then? Just let the dogs rape our moms in front of us?”

Kaleb turned red and seemed to gag on words. “I think… that may be the only way to trap the dogs.”

Channing and Ryan turned red and looked away from one another. Then, Channing said, “How?”

“I…” Kaleb stammered. “I don’t know.”

There was a moment of silence, before Ryan spoke. “Is there a way we could drug them? Put sedatives in their food or something? I can maybe get a ton from my mom’s work.”

“We have no idea where they even eat,” Kaleb said.

“Probably hunt out in the woods,” Ryan said.

“Or steal other dogs’ food,” suggested Channing.

Kaleb asked, “Do we even know what they eat?”

“Besides our moms?” said Channing. “No. But… hey!”

“What?”

“You think us being made to see things happen to our moms are the bait, right?”

“Yeah?”

“What if we put drugs on our moms?”

“Like coat them with sedatives or something?”

“Yeah!”

Ryan said, “It could work. We have seen the dogs like to, um… taste them. Maybe they’ll, uh, do that and then we can got them!”

“I can ask my mom if there’s a tasteless oral sedative we can use!” said Ryan.

“Are you crazy?” said Kaleb. “We can’t ask our moms to get involved!”

Channing said, “Then how are we supposed to put the plan together without them?”

“Yeah, man,” said Ryan. “We’ll need their cooperation in some way.”

“I just...” Kaleb stammered. “I-I don’t want my mom to hurt anymore.”

“But it’s like you said,” said Channing, “us and them need to be the bait.”

Kaleb huffed, looked aside, then nodded. “Okay. So, Ryan will get some sedatives to put on our moms. We need things that will seem like our real plan. Maybe nets and cages? Or those long poles with loops on them?”

“It’s just called an animal control pole,” said Ryan. “I can get those, too.”

“Great. So, we lay in wait for the dogs to show up, maybe masking our scent with something, with the control poles and cages ready when they show up for our moms. If the dogs are as smart as we think, they’ll sense our trap, and be overconfident when they catch it. Then, they’ll... probably make us watch them do things to our moms.”

“What if we get them with the poles?” Ryan asked.

“Then we’ve saved our moms.”

“What if the dogs try to kill us?” said Channing.

“Our moms wouldn’t let that happen. They’ll offer themselves back to the dogs, who will greedily take them up on it. Then, when they’ve ingested the sedative, we cage them up.”

The other boys nodded. “Then what?” asked Ryan. “I’m all for leaving the dogs to starve to death In their cages.”

Channing said, “I say we sell them for medical experiments.”

Kaleb shrugged. “Long as our moms are safe, who cares?”

An ugly snarling, sneering smile rippled across the boys.

“All we have to do now,” said Kaleb with a nervous breath, “is convince our moms to go along with it.”

#

“You want what?” said Madi.

Ryan said, “Some of those animal control poles, some cages, and a lot of oral sedative.”

“Everything okay in there?” came Ryan’s dad Eric. He poked his head around the wall between the kitchen and the dining room, a wet dish and scrub brush in his hand. He was a tall man, almost six-and-a-half feet, wide, and balding. He wore loose jeans, a buttoned up flannel shirt, and a wide smile directed at his wife and son.

“We’re fine, dear,” Madi called back while keeping her eyes on Ryan. Her husband shrugged and went back to the fridge.

“What do you want those for?” Madi asked, her heart rate rising, fearful curiosity on her face.

“We have a plan,” said Ryan, “a plan to catch the do-”

“Sh!” she hissed. “Quiet! I thought we agreed not to being this up again?”

“But Mom, we...”

Madi held up a hand. A few moments later, the sound of dishes being cleaned stopped and Eric came back into the dining room with a beer in his hand.

“What we’re y’all talking about?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing dear,” said Madi, “Ryan’s just got a problem with a bully at school.”

“Oh?” Eric said, popping the bottle cap off with an opener on his key ring. “Need me to say something to the school? Or show you how to take care of yourself?”

“No!” Madi said. “Don’t make a scene, Eric. It’ll just make the bullies madder. Ryan you just need to ignore them and walk away.”

Ryan sighed.

“Long as they’re not hurting you,” Eric said. “You gotta protect yourself and the ones you love.” With that, he leaned offer and pecked Madi on her cheek. She blushed, but when she met Ryan’s eyes, she looked away and blushed even harder. Ryan turned his eyes down to the empty table.

Eric drank another gulp, then exhaled. “Son,” he said, “long as it won’t get you in trouble, you do what you think is right. You’re becoming a man and part of that means standing up for yourself. Maybe you do just need to walk away, or tell a teacher, or something more drastic. I’m not saying get in a fight, cause God knows you’ll get in way more trouble than I would’ve back in my day, but you do what you think it takes.”

Ryan smiled at his dad. Madi stared at him lovingly and rubbed his thick forearm. “Okay babe,” she said, “why don’t you go watch your rodeo finals? We’ll get the rest of the dishes.”

Eric smiled and, after kissing Madi and patting Ryan on the shoulder, went to the living room and dropped his bulk into a recliner, leaving them to talk low with the sounds of running water and loud bull riding to cover their conversation. They stood a foot apart, Ryan scrubbing the dirty dishes and Madi rinsing them clean. Ryan quickly summarized their plan. Madi almost gasped.

“You don’t think it’ll work?” he asked.

“Not that, it’s just... I’m scared, baby. I’m scared of something worse happening to you and your father.”

“Worse than what’s happening to y’all!”

“We’re mothers. We knew when we had y’all there would be sacrifices. This is just… crazier than most.”

“Well, I say it’s time to feed those bitches a suck it sandwich! It’s like Dad said. It’s time to stop them from hurting the people we love.”

Madi winced, then placed a hand on her son’s cheek. “My brave boy, growing up,” she said. Worry tore at her. “I just ...”

“Just what?” Ryan asked. “Isn’t it enough they hurt and humiliate y’all? That they do those things while you’re married to Dad?”

Madi blushed hard and but her lip. For a few seconds, she only rinsed dishes. Then, she took a deep breath and said, “What all do you need?”

#

“You want to do what to us?” Ada hiss-yelled.

It had taken Channing a surprising amount of time to cough it out. Now that he had, he found he was as hot as an oven. Ada sat stiff as a rod on the sofa seat next to him.

“We want to put sedatives on you for the dogs to lick.”

Ada stared gape-jawed at her son. “I don’t even know what to say! Your father will be home any minute, and we all agreed for you boys to forget what you saw and...”

“But, Mom!” Channing said. “We can stop this! We can put those bastards in the ground!”

“No, no, and no,” she repeated. “I won’t endanger you or your father. We’ve been handling this for a while, and can continue to...”

“Let them rape you?” Channing was almost out of his seat. “They need to be stopped! They need to pay! They need...”

The front door unlocked, and Ada swiftly shushed Channing quiet. Michael, Ada’s husband and Channing’s father strode in, a basketball under his arm, clad in a sweaty T-shirt and basketball shorts, sweat glistening off his skin. “Whew, what a practice!” he said. “I hope dinner’s almost ready.”

Ada rose, prim and stiff, and kissed him on the mouth. He hugged her back, then tossed the ball to his son. “Want a little practice in the driveway while I cool down?” he asked.

Channing shook his head. “No thanks, Dad. I’m, uh, not feeling it.”

“Something wrong?”

“Channing, is…” Ada said.

“Girl trouble,” said Channing.

Michael smirked. “I see how it is. Going to the source for info, eh?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s it.” He and Ada shared at terse look.

“Well, why don’t I sit down and you tell me all about it?” he began to sit, but then stopped. “Or is this something you and your mom were already doing fine with?”

“We actually…” Ada began.

“Actually yes, I could use your help,” said Channing. With that, Michael took a seat across from him. Ada remained standing, folding her arms and trying not to pout.

Michael asked, “So what’s your problem, buddy?”

“Well, obviously, there’s this girl,” Channing said, “A girl I really li… care about.”

“What’s she like?”

Channing shot his mom a stern, sad, even barbed look. “She’s tall, and blonde, and very prim and proper, but kind, and beau… she’s very pretty.”

Michael smirked and turned to Ada. “My boy has my type, doesn’t he?”

Ada gave him a sad smile and nodded.

“Anyway,” Channing continued, “she’s with this… jerk. He’s short, and hairy, and a real dick. And I kinda get why.”

“I see. And you want her to be with you?”
Ada’s eyes widened at Channing.

“N-no, no!” Channing said. He stared back at his mom and swallowed. “I mean… of course I do. But, more, I don’t want her with this jerk. He doesn’t treat her well, is mean to her, and I think he may be abusive.”

Michael nodded. “Sounds serious.”

“It is. So… how do I get her to leave him?”

Michael laughed to himself and shook his head. “Son, that’s a tough question. I know you care about this girl a lot.”

“I do.” Channing glanced ever so briefly at Ada, who’s gaze softened.

“But, you can’t make this girl do anything.”

“But… she’s not safe! He’s hurting her and I think she wants out of it but just… won’t leave him! I think maybe she’s scared to.”

Michael said, “That’s a lot, son. You may have to face up to the fact that there may not be a lot you can do.”
“What? But, there has to be something I can do! Something I can say or a plan we can come up with to…”

Michael just shook his head. “That’s just going to make her dig her heels in harder. It’s a tough fact of life you can’t change people, son. What you can do is talk to her, not try to convince her, but just state what you’re worried about and offer to do anything you can to help. Tell her how you feel, how her being in that situation makes you feel. Who knows, maybe she’s looking for help getting out.”

Channing huffed, tried to think of something to say, but could only look pleadingly at Ada. However, she only returned it with sad resignation. After a few moments, Channing hung his head.

“I’m sorry, son,” Michael said. “Your best bet may just be to be there for her. Especially if we do have the same taste in women, and she’s anything like your mom, she’s made up her mind and has her reasons. Right, honey?”

Ada’s mouth opened, then shut, a pout sealing her lips. “Maybe,” she finally whispered.

When Channing said nothing else, his dad stood, told him to talk to him anytime, and then left. Ada stood a moment across from Channing, who wouldn’t look at her. When he finally did, she gave him a wan smile, then took a seat right next to him.

“It really hurts you, knowing what’s been happening to us, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Not just that,” he said. “I know you and Tala and Madi are doing what you think is best, but… what about Dad?”

“It’s not like I’m cheating on your father,” said Ada. “I don’t have much choice.”

“I know, but… that’s what I’m trying to give you. What we’re trying to give you all.”

“Oh, Channing, baby,” she said, and placed a hand on his thigh. He placed his hand over her. “When you’re older, and have kids your own age, you’ll understand.”

“I…” he began, then stopped. He looked her square in the face, and his eyes watered. “It does hurt, knowing what’s happening to you. It hurt seeing you humiliated and used like that. And it hurt knowing you’ve been hurting for us for a long time. And I want to help.”

“Dear, I know you do, and I’m so grateful I have a son who wants to, but…”

She saw it, that competitive glint in his eye his father had, the kind that made him showboat during games back in college to get her attention, and win it and the game.

“But I hadn’t considered how all this made you feel. I hadn’t thought of how it must have hurt you to see that happening to me. And… you’re not going to stop until you win and beat them, are you?” she asked.

He scrunched up his lower lip and shook his head.

Ada found her breathing growing fast. She wondered, was it nervousness, that her son might be hurt? Or was it hope that she might be freed?
She nodded in return, and folded her hands over his. “Then for you, I’ll play your game.”

#

“Absolutely not,” said Tala.

Kaleb said, “But, Mom! We’ve got a plan, and we think it’ll…”

“The entire reason we allow those beasts to… to do what they want with us is to protect our husbands and sons. We will not allow you to put yourselves in harm’s way!”

Kaleb remained standing while Tala remained seated on his bed, arms folded and face stern. Silence passed through the bedroom.

“Those dogs already put us in harms way,” Kaleb said. “We’ve already been hurt seeing what they do to you. Dad’s already been attacked by them. Do you think they won’t try something more?”

“Not if the others and I give them what they want.”

“But you already did and they still came for us! They’re not gonna... “

“I’m home!”

Their heads snapped to Kaleb’s bedroom door. Down the hall they could see the light waver as Derek came in and shut the front door. They eyed one another then walked down the hall.

“How are my favorite people in the world?” Derek said as he took off his jacket and hung it on the rack by the front door. His suit was a little rumpled and his tie loosened, but otherwise he looked as fresh as he had when he’d left for work that morning. He walked toward them, only the barest of a limp giving way to revealing the old injury incurred what felt to Tala and Kaleb like a lifetime ago. 

They stood and stared at him, the tension like a repulsing magnetic force between them and the husband and father they loved.

“Cmon, gimme a hug!” he said, throwing his arms wide.

They relaxed, walked over, and were all but crushed in his arms.

“Ow, Dad!” said Kaleb.

“It’s not love if it doesn’t hurt!” Derek said, crushing his son a little harder.

“Okay, that’s enough,” croaked Tala, who gently pushed at Derek until he released them.

“How was you guys’ day?” he asked, putting one hand on his son’s shoulder and the other on his wife’s waist. Kaleb and Tala traded a look of temporary peace.

“Just another day,” said Kaleb. 

Tala said, “Busy with work around the house and for church, that’s about it.”

“Sounds like a good day!” Said Derek, loosening his tie more. “It was a beating at the office. I may be traveling even more. The guy with the injured leg, am I right? Let me go change real quick.”

He let them go and walked down the hall, turning right towards his and Tala’s room. The two of them watched him go, hobbling just a little on his bad leg.

“It’s always worse at the end of a long day,” said Kaleb.

“I know,” Tala said. “I massage it a lot but it can still get to him at night.”

Quiet swept between them.

“Please, just think about it,” said Kaleb.

Tala said nothing, but sighed, then headed to her bedroom. Derek had undressed to just his boxers, leaving his muscles and ample belly exposed. He still did what he could to keep in shape, while also enjoying his meals. She walked up and wrapped her arms around him.

“So strong and soft,” she said. She leaned up and kissed him. He returned it, his mustache a soft bristle against her lips, his belly a pillow of comforting softness, and his growing erection a delight. Tala turned around and leaned over the bed. “Why don’t you take out your frustrations from a hard day?”

He laughed, grabbing her hips and rubbing against her sweatpants. “Does my girl need a little love?”

“She needs a little meaner than love.”

His grip softened. “Come on, honey, you know that doesn’t do much for me.”

She let out a small sigh, then turned around and sat up and spread her arms. “Okay. C’mere, my big boy.”

Derek leaned down, then winced in pain and almost fell to the floor. “Ow, dammit!”

“You okay?” asked Tala, pulling him to the bed.

“Yeah,” he said as he sat down. “Or, not really. My leg just had enough today.”

“Poor boy. Lie down and let me rub it.”

He did, and after taking some lotion from the bathroom, Tala began massaging his leg, running her fingers gently over the divots in the bone left by the dogs teeth, firmly massaging the tired and strained and still slightly disfigured muscles, the wide, irregular scars a faint white against his reddish skin. She couldn’t help but notice his stiffness slowly soften.

“Sorry baby,” he said.

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. You rest and I’ll ride you like a stallion after dinner.”

He smiled, and smacked her bottom. After a few more minutes of rubbing, Derek said he was good, and Tala said she was going to check on dinner. She closed the bedroom door softly, in case Derek needed to nap, then headed to Kaleb’s room. He was sitting hunched in front of his phone, texting someone. Tala figured it was one of the other boys. She leaned against his door frame until he stopped texting.

“Yeah?” he said.

“You’re right,” she said. “They came for your father. Then they came for my son. They’ll be back. And well be ready.”

Kaleb’s eyes widened and he set his mouth in a stern line. “Let’s get em,” he said.

#

Tala, Ada, and Madi stared out the back window of Madi’s living room into her backyard and the fields beyond and the trees even further out. The setting sun bled red and orange onto the grass and what autumnal leaves were left on the trees. It felt like they were waiting to get bitten. Their bodies trembled with memories of worse. It had been three weeks since they’d agreed to the boys’ plan, and three days since they’d each heard barking in their backyard at night.

Madi, wrapped in a tight button-up flannel shirt and jeans, auburn hair undone and wild, tipped a glass of water to her lips. “The boys should be ready,” she said.

Ada, clad in white leggings and a loose gray sweater, her blonde bob waving as she swayed, rubbed her finger around the rim of her emptied glass. “I’m so much more anxious that usual. I just can’t stop fidgeting.”

Tala, arms folded, only stared out the window. “Doesn’t help we haven’t been drinking like normally,” she said. She folded her hands in her gray sweatpants pockets and adjusted the red long sleeve shirt that clung to her.

Madi gulped her water and sighed. “Tonight, we need our senses sharp. Afterwards, if this works, let’s get hammered.”

“If it works...” Ada repeated, hope lifting in her lungs.

Tala, staring off into the encroaching dark, smiled thinly. “Do you ever wonder if we’re not the only ones?” she asked.

“I try not to,” Ada replied. “I like to think we’re the only ones having something so... so awful happen to them.”

“Me too,” said Madi. “Something so dirty and disgusting... I hope it’s only us.”

Tala nodded in agreement. “To be made to do what we’ve done... it’s like we’re sacrifices.”

“Is it strange that it almost makes me feel special?” Ada asked.

The other women were quiet only a moment. “No,” said Tala. “We know more than most women what we’d do for our families.”

“It’s certainly unique, I’ll say,” said Madi. “Hell of a story. Too bad we can only tell each other.”

“And the boys,” said Ada.

“I hope they forget this ever happened,” said Tala. “Bury it in their memories as a strange shared nightmare.”

“And then we can forget it the old fashioned way!” Madi cheered, mining drinking a bottle of beer.

Ada’s face scrunched up in a giggle. Tala nodded her head.

Silence, comforting as an old friend, as the unspoken words and bonds between them, filled the air. Outside, darkness feel like a blanket, gratefully covering what was about to happen. They almost expected a howl or bark, but at this point, they knew they didn’t have to be signaled when the time had come.

“Everyone ready?” asked Tala.

“I am,” said Ada.

“Me too,” said Madi. “Got enough of that sedative slime over me to knock out all of them.”

Tala said, “Then let’s go break some wild animals.”

The other women nodded and, feet at first shaky then firm of step, went to the door. Madi held it open for the other ladies and then the three strode out into the darkening backyard and the field beyond. Their goal was to lure the dogs near to where the boys had the cages and control poles ready, on the far side of Madi’s barn, downwind. They knew the dogs would sense them, but that was part of selling it.

As they approached, the moon, shining and full, rose from behind some clouds like a baleful eye watching them. The three women shivered, not at a gust of cold or snapping twig, but at the sensation they were being watched. They had come to know it, to expect it, but it never ceased to shock as it crawled along their flesh. Madi hunched up her shoulders, her ears already filled with growls. Ada hugged herself, all but feeling coarse fur against her skin. And Tala put her hands in her pockets, already ready to yelp from a punishing bite.

But their bodies did more than that; they readied them. Madi’s breathing grew heavy at the fear of the press of meaty paws against her limbs. Ada’s nipples grew hard for a snapping jaw that would bite and twist her flesh for fun. Tala’s neck tensed, readying for when her hair would be pulled or her mouth shoved full of red meaty inches. And while the grass beneath them was crisp in the fall, and leaves crackled under them, they wet their lips, and felt warm wetness in their hips. And their hearts beat, pounding like oncoming thunder, for what they would have to do, maybe only for one last time, and they perspired in fear for those who might save them.

When they had reached the grove of trees closest to Madi’s, a spot where no less than four times before they’d been violated, and cold moonlight gleamed through spider-legged trees, they stopped.

It took only seconds for a low, rumbling growl to reach them. The women went still, bathed in cold silver, as red eyes approached them from all directions in the darkness. The Doberman Pinscher, the Rottweiler, and the German Shepherd, with their dark coats and gleaming red eyes, were like familiar nightmares at this point. The women just waited, wondering which would take its turn with who. This time, the Doberman came around to Tala, sniffing at her and baring its needle sharp teeth, saliva running down its mouth. The Rottweiler went towards Madi, lazily strutting its bulk, sniffing in the direction of her crotch, a lascivious grin on its face. Finally the German Shepherd circled near Ada, an angry snarl dripping saliva down its mouth.

The three women looked at one another, then at the dogs, avoiding their eyes, and also avoiding the three cages hidden behind trees, under branches and leaves, and slowly began to undress.

#

“Are they ready?” asked Channing, gripping his animal control pole hard.

“Just a second,” Ryan hissed. He stared out into the darkness with his dad’s night-vision binoculars, out the barn window, at the spot where their moms were supposed to be. Sure enough, he could see three female figures moving nervously, surrounded by three roving canines. “They’re there. And so are the dogs.”

“Then let’s move!”

“Not yet!” said Kaleb, his voice unsteady. “We wait for the signal.”

Channing grunted. “Well, Ryan? Well?”

Ryan licked his lips. His hands trembled, and it took effort to keep his view of things steady. Then, he saw Tala begin to remove her shirt, Ada pull down her pants, and his own mom unbutton her shirt.

“That’s the signal,” he said.

The three boys paused only for a moment, the memories of what they’d seen, and the uncertainty of what they knew they’d be facing, shocking their nerves, before the certainty of who they were trying to save pushed them forward like a gust of wind.

Channing ran the fastest, having spent many summers playing baseball, and was the first out of the barn. The others caught up quickly, Kaleb slightly last, as they darted across the open field to the grove of trees where their moms were taking their time slowly undressing to give them time to get there. The fear for their mothers, and the hope they could actually capture the dogs before anything happened, pushed them past any fear or worry, even as their hearts raced and lungs pumped, their mouths filled with the acidic taste of fear. The country air was still and silent, their rushing feet muffled in the dry grass. They slowed, going on the notion that they were still selling this as the main plan, so as to appear to sneak up and surround the dogs. As they neared the trees, Channing went left, Ryan right, and Kaleb down the middle. He slowed and crouched as he approached the clearing, and could soon see six figures inside colored in pale silver light.

Now, came the hard part: losing.

They watched, hearts pounding, as their moms took their clothes off. Channing tried not to notice how toned Ada was as she slipped her yoga pants off. Ryan looked away and focused on the dog nearest Madi as she removed her shirt, revealing her ample breasts clad in a plain bra. And Kaleb grit his teeth as Tala pulled off her shirt, revealing a tight black sports bra underneath.

The dogs were close to their moms, drool gleaming in the moonlight, eyes red like baleful stars in the dark space of their fur. They snarled at their mothers, eagerly, impatiently. Then, the Doberman snapped it’s teeth at Tala’s shirt as she fumbled it over her arms and tore it to the ground. The German Shepherd tugged at the hem of Ada’s shirt, pulling her around as it tried to yank it off her head. And the Rottweiler reared up a paw and lazily patted at Madi’s pants as she struggled to unbutton them.

Vicious thoughts flowed through the boys. The dogs were distracted. A cricket chirped as clear as sunlight, and Kaleb rushed out of the clearing, swinging the pole, not saying a word. Ryan followed, holding his pole at his side. And as Channing appeared in the clearing, he let out a war cry, his pole held high.

But there was no sign of surprise from the dogs, no given moment of immobile shock. If anything, they seemed to move slowly and deliberately, as if their motions were practiced. The German Shepherd finished yanking Ada’s shirt off and threw it at Channing, covering his face. He tried to swat it off his face, but before he could, the shepherd had lunged forward and knocked him to the ground. The Rottweiler swung its bulk to the side and pushed Madi forward so that she collided with Ryan, sending him toppling over her and to the dog’s feet. The Doberman jumped out of the way of Kaleb’s swings and, when the control pole went wide, jumped to Kaleb’s side, clamped its teeth on his shoe, and then twisted, sending the boy down.

Before the boys could reorient themselves or get up, the dogs were on them, paws pinning them down, teeth bared and drooling hot saliva onto them.

“Stop!” Madi yelled.

Ada cried, “No, please!”

“We’ll do anything!” pleaded Tala.

The dogs stopped, teeth inches from Ryan’s face, Channing’s stomach, and Kaleb’s leg.

Tala asked, “W-What do you want us to do?”

The dog’s snarls turned to sharp-toothed grins. The Rottweiler licked its lips. The German Shepherd panted. The Doberman pointed at the clothes on the ground.

“Kaleb, turn your head,” said Tala.

“Just close your eyes, Ryan,” Madi said.

“It’ll be fine, Channing,” said Ada.

But the dogs had other ideas. They placed their paws on the boy’s heads, keeping them in place, pointed in wide-eyed terror at their mothers.

“Please, don’t make them…” Tala began. But, the dogs lowered their jaws, and the mothers quickly acquiesced.

“Okay, okay…” Tala said, her voice weak, and she finished undressing before Kaleb’s eyes. She undid her tan bra, letting her breasts sway free, and then slipped off her panties and sweatpants, leaving them on the grass and her standing in only her socks and shoes. He kept his eyes glued to her, trying not to stare at her exposed body. Ada pulled her sports bra up over her head, her tits jiggling as she did, and then slipped the tight yoga pants off along with her running shoes. Channing blushed red in the darkness as he failed to not caress her curves with his shocked eyes. Madi tossed her unbuttoned shirt to the ground angrily and then tore off her bra before pulling her jeans all the way down and kicking them away. Ryan bit his lip and stared in awe at his naked and defiant mother. The three women stood there, the moonlight painting their skin in silver, as they turned and covered themselves before their sons.

“What’s next, you bastards?” Madi said.

Then, the dogs nodded at the control poles on the ground. When the mothers had picked them up, the dogs then each pointed in a different direction of the woods, drawing gasps from the boys, knowing they were in the direction of where the cages had been placed. Their moms hurriedly went and dragged the cages back and set them before the dogs.

Ada asked, “What do you wish of us next?”

The dogs opened their mouths slowly and left them open. It took the women a second to get it, but then they opened the cages, and the dogs closed their mouths. Then, they got off the boys and began snapping at them. Kaleb, Channing, and Ryan hopped up and ran. The dogs circled them, and the boys realized with fear they were being herded into the cages.

“Mom!” cried Kaleb

“Just do what they want and get in!” Tala cried back.

Madi shouted, “You’ll be safe!”

“Okay!” Ryan said, heading for the cage near his mom.

“What about you?” yelled Channing.

Ada yelled back, holding the door open, “Don’t worry about us just go!”

He did, and in seconds the boys had crawled into the cages and had the doors slammed by their moms, who then stood in front of them and covered themselves defiantly before the dogs. Even knowing the trap was really being sprung on the dogs, fear coursed through them all.

“What now?” asked Tala.

The dogs moved to the control poles and picked them up in their teeth, then walked toward and stood before the cages, waiting. Knowing they had to play like they’d been fooled, the moms hesitantly moved aside, and the dogs stuck the poles in through the cage slots until they were mostly in, with the loops stuck out and hung about three feet from the ground. The animals then moved back to let the moms stand in front of the cages.

“W-What would you like us to do now?” asked Ada.

At this, the dogs faces broke into snarling grins, and they motioned their heads at the hoops.

“I-I think they want you to hold the pole while they... do what want to us,” said Tala.

Kaleb grabbed the cage with his fingers. “Mom, no!”

The Doberman barked at him.

“It’s okay, baby,” Tala said as she got down onto her knees, facing him in the cage, her backside to the dogs. Their eyes locked, nervous, determined. Tala whispered, “I’m sorry,” and stuck her head in the hoop. She clenched her hips tight, even as her ass and pussy were exposed to the cool glare of the dogs. She used one hand to cover her breasts from Kaleb, even as he kept his face pointed to her but his eyes looking down. The desire to say something, to ensure him the plan was working, choked in her throat, both out of humiliation and not wanting to ruin things.

The Rottweiler and Shepherd barked at Madi and Ada, and the two women followed Tala’s lead.

“Mom, please,” Channing begged, tears streaking his cheeks.

“Now, Channing,” Ada said as she knelt down, “we’ve been doing this a while. We promise you’ll be safe.” She remained kneeling for a second before getting prostrate on her knees, aiming her backside to the Shepherd. Her breathing grew shallow, and she tried not to pant. He grabbed at the cage, and she placed a palm against his fingers. A look passed between them, of knowing things were about to end, but it would be painful getting there. Then, Ada sighed, put her head through the loop, and looked back to the shepherd just a few feet behind her.

Madi fell to her knees and threw the hoop over her head, glad to hide her blushing even in the moonlight. She faced Ryan but looked away. She stuck her ass out, legs spread defiantly to the Rottweiler.

“Mom, you’re gonna be okay,” he said, scooting towards her.

“We always are,” she said. “But I... we didn’t want you boys involved!”

Ryan pouted. “You didn’t. They did. I’m sorry we failed.”

Her eyes met his, and a tear dropped down her cheek. “You’re never a failure to me.”

“I-I...” Ryan stammered.

Growling cut all their words off. The dogs slowly padded forward, haunches high, heads low, teeth bared, tongues lolling, drool pattering on the grass and leaves. They lifted their heads and barked at the caged boys.

“What!” Channing barked back.

“What do you want from us now?” said Ryan on the verge of tears.

Tala said, “I think they want you to hold the poles steady.”

Kaleb cried, “What? No!”

“Kaleb, do it!” Tala yelled pleadingly. With quivering hands, Kaleb grabbed the pole, causing it to jitter against the cage. Tala gave him a sad smile, and said, “Good, baby.”

“Just take hold and breathe,” Ada told Channing. He wiped at his face and obeyed.

“Hold tight and be strong,” said Madi to Ryan. He clenched his jaw and grabbed the pole

When all three boys had their mothers in place, the dogs approached. They stopped, noses to the moms exposed rears. Then, as the mothers stared into their boys eyes, assuring them, assuaging their fears, the dogs began to lick.

“Ah!” gasped Madi, digging her fingers into the grass. The Rottweiler’s tongue was warm and wet, and a little rough. It wasn’t the first time they’d licked her: all had taken turns doing all sorts of things to her. But now, ensnared in front of her son, the horror and humiliation stared back at her with doe green eyes and a bit, quivering lip.

All she and the others had to do was endure it, and not give away what they had smeared around the edge of their pussies and other parts of their bodies not 20 minutes ago.

“Mommy!” Ryan whispered.

“It’s okay, baby,” she said, gritting her teeth as the inhuman appendage forced wet pleasure up and down her. It slipped between her lips and deep into her with slow, lazy licks. “It’s o-okay. Just hold the pole so I don’t choke.”

Their eyes fixed on one another, knowing it was now a matter of time. But how long and what would happen before the drugs kicked in, they didn’t know. And as she began to pant, Ryan felt something stir inside him.

Next to her, Ada was gripping the pole around the base of the loop for support at the Shepherd tormented her pussy with long, even slurps. “Oh. I... oh!” She couldn’t help but let out at Channing. “Oh, nooo... oh!”

“Mom,” he hissed through gnashing teeth. “Goddamn you assholes!”

The shepherd peered over his mom’s toned butt to snarl at him, then went back to licking her. Stronger, more forceful thrusts pushed it into her, scratching at her, stimulating her sides with horrid warmth.

“Oh!” Ada moaned.

“Mom!” Channing said.

“Just hold on, baby,” Ada said, head lifted proud, lips parted in an exhale of lust. “Hold on.”

He did, trying to ignore the hardness growing in his pants.

Tala let out gasps and grunts as the Doberman licked up and down her in a frenzy. She shook hard, rocking back and forth, hands on the loop around her neck. Between the shoving and his own jittery hands, Kaleb’s struggled to hold onto the control pole.

“Don’t, uh, let, uh, go, baby,” Tala grunted. “D-Don’t l-let, uh, go!”

Kaleb held, his teeth clattering, knuckles turning white.

The Doberman spread its forelegs and opened wide, throwing its head and tongue wildly up and down. The dirty warm thing tickled Tala’s pussy, the slightest bit scratchy and tender to her. Her hips quaked as it licked, her knees buckling. Her eyes rolled around in their sockets at the forced pleasure. An errant finger slid along her nipples. And then she saw her boy, at Kaleb, struggling to hold on and keep her up.

“H-Hold me, baby,” she whispered.

He bit his lip and nodded. She bit hers, then let go of the hoop. The sensation was too much, wet shockwaves rocking her body. Her arms went limp and fell to her sides and she hung there, suspended by her son’s strength, her tongue lolling out. “Huh... huh... huh...” she breathed as the Doberman made a meal of her pussy.

Kaleb, quivering, held her, even as his throat grew hot, as snot dripped out his nose, as his dick began to grow.

The woods filled with the sounds of the women gasping and groaning, and the wet slurping sounds of the dogs. The sour stench of wet pussy and dog breath mixed in the air and stung the boys’ nostrils. Kaleb kept his grip on Tala even as his eyes stung with tears as she hung there, her body shaking from the Doberman’s feasting. Channing whimpered as Ada kept her grip on the pole, her hands shaking at the massaging of the Shepherd’s tongue. And Ryan cried silently as Madi moaned helplessly while the Rottweiler tongued her.

All the while, the six people wondered, when would it kick in. Would it? Were the dogs so unusual as to be immune to the sedative? The women wondered if a worse torture, being held in place by their sons as these animals had their way with them, was about to befall them all, and they’d signed off on it?

The Doberman slowed and placed its front paws on Tala’s hips. Kaleb could see its growing erection, black as blood in the dark, an angry bulbous thing aiming straight for her pussy while she dangled helplessly. The Shepherd stopped its methodical licking and reared up, placing its paws on Ada’s shoulders and glaring down at Channing. And the Rottweiler pushed Madi down, angling her hips up and tugging her neck in the hoop as it ambled forward, its erupting red dick aimed toward her asshole

“Oh, no,” cried Ryan.

“God, please,” prayed Channing.

“C’mon,” grunted Kaleb.

The Doberman reached down to take a hold of Tala’s neck with it’s teeth. But, its grip was weak. In fact, it seemed to yawn. The Shepherd’s baleful gaze wavered on Channing, looking down at Ada with sleepy curiosity. The Rottweiler’s foot slipped off Madi’s back, and the rest of it followed, landing on its shoulder on the ground. Within moments, it was only laying there breathing. The Shepherd’s eyes rolled around in its head and then it toppled over. And the Doberman tried snapping at Tala, holding onto her with its legs, but it grew weak and slumped to the grass.

“Huh, ah, wha-” Madi breathed.

“Oh, oh…. Oh?” said Ada.

“Ah, gah… uh…” Tala said, eyes coming into focus.

The boys were not as quiet. Ryan sniffled, then grinned. Channing wiped at his face, and then took in a deep, happy breath. And Kaleb’s angry grin only grew wider.

“Baby?” said Tala, focusing on him.

“Mom,” he said, “we got ‘em!”

#

When they came to, it was past midnight.

The first one to wake was the Doberman Pinscher. He blinked and worked his mouth, and slowly began to move his paws. Next was the Rottweiler, who sleepily yawned and took several attempts to raise his head. Finally the German Shepherd sniffled, snorted, and lifted his eyes up.

All three found themselves in the cages they had just herded the boys into. There were locks on the doors, and a bright line shining on them. When their vision, hearing, and sense of smell cleared, they found the three mothers and their boys surrounding the cages, sitting around and in front of a pickup truck.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” Kaleb sneered.

The others turned to see the waking dogs. Kaleb and Tala had been sitting together in the passenger’s seat, her with a can of hard cider and him with a can of soda. Ada and Channing got up from the grass where they had been sitting, her setting aside a glass of wine and he a sports drink. Madi and Ryan stood up from the truck bed where they had been looking at the stars. She downed the last of her beer and he his water. The moms had redressed in their clothes, and the boys no longer looked frightened or scared. The six of them sauntered over to the cages, the truck’s headlights casting their shadows over the dogs.

“Glad you boys got a nice nap,” said Tala.

“They sure woke up fast,” said Ryan.

“Dogs usually sleep four to eight hours on acepromazine,” said Madi. “But we know these are no normal dogs.”

“Certainly not,” said Ada. “But as clever as they are, our boys still outsmarted them. Isn’t that right, Channing dear?”

“Damn right,” Channing said, folding his arms.

They expected the dogs to leap up and begin thrashing about their cages, biting at the doors in a desperate attempt to open them. Instead, they slowly sat up and stared at their captors.

“What, no fight left in you?” said Channing. “I guess they don’t like it when they don’t have the upper hand.”

“That’s right, Channing,” said Madi. “They’re just bullies. And when they’re stood up to, all the wind goes out of their sails.”
Ryan said, “Well, they can stay down as long as they want. We’ll just knock them back down if they get up again.”

“Damn right you will, Ryan,” Tala said. “You boys shouldn’t have been underestimated.” She leaned down to the cages. “Just think: if you hadn’t brought our boys into this, you’d have gone on having your way with us.”

“Now, we get to decide what to do with you,” Kaleb said.

“Correct, Kaleb,” Ada said. “Let’s hope, for their sake, our boys are more merciful than they are.”

The dogs only continued staring, eyes locking on each of them. In their shadows cast by the truck’s headlights, their eyes were tiny angry red dots. For a second, the mothers and their sons thought that the dogs had given in. But, their hot, unblinking stares felt anything but subservient.

“What’s wrong with them?” Ryan asked.

“They’re pissed, that’s what,” Channing said. “I would be too!”

“Well, tough,” Kaleb said. “Because they’re not getting out of those cages, so they can just sit there and be pissed. After what they did to our moms, it’s the least we’re gonna do to them.”

The dogs all focused on the boys, who returned their glares with equal hated. Then, the dogs turned to the moms.

“You can’t get to them either,” said Kaleb.

Channing said, “Your days of having fun are over.”

“Y’all can just fuck yourselves,” said Ryan.

But their moms said nothing. Tala hugged her arms tight. Ada held her arms behind her back in a dignified pose. Madi folded her arms and lifted her nose. And while none of them broke eyesight with the dogs, the expressions on their face were not ones of defiance.

“It’s okay, Mom,” said Kaleb, putting a hand on Tala’s shoulder.

Channing put an arm around Ada’s waist. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Ryan put a hand on Madi’s arm. “You’re safe,” he said.

Though the dogs remained seated, parts of them moved. They began panting, tongues falling out, drool spattering to the ground as they stared. Slowly, their dicks erected, like red mushrooms sprouting.

“Oh, gross!” cried Kaleb as he and the boys turned away.

“Seen enough of that!” said Channing.

“What’s their deal?” wondered Ryan.

Kaleb shook Tala’s shoulder. “C’mon, Mom, let’s figure out what we’re gonna do with... Mom?”

Tala was staring deep into the eyes of the Doberman, her mouth slightly open. Short, panting breaths escaped her full lips. Her eyes drifted down to the Doberman’s cock.

“You okay?” Kaleb asked.

“Mom?” Channing said to Ada. She didn’t respond. Her eyes were glued to the Shepherd’s. She began to squirm and make small humming sounds. She looked down between the Shepherd’s legs and her eyes widened.

“Mom, what’s happen-” Ryan began, looking to the other women and then to Madi. She rubbed her forearms nervously under the gaze of the Rottweiler, breathing noisily from her nose. Then, as she looked down at its throbbing dick, she rubbed her legs together.

“Mom, it’s okay!” Kaleb shouted, shaking her. “They can’t do anything to you anymore.”

Still, neither Tala, Ada, nor Madi looked away. Their breathing grew heavier, their eyes wider.

Channing hugged Ada tighter, feeling her tremble. “Mom, snap out of it!”

Ryan stood in front of Madi, blocking her view of the dogs, and reached for her hands. “You’re safe!” he said. She blinked, shook her head, and focused on him.

Channing held Ada by the face and pointed hers at his. She stopped making noises, blinked once at him, and then began to try to speak.

Kaleb stood in front of Tala and shook her shoulders until she looked at him.

“I-I’m okay,” she said, breathing heavily. “That was intense.”

Ada said to Channing, “Sorry dear, I don’t know what came over me.”

Madi squeezed Ryan’s hands. “That h-happens... happened sometimes with them. It just gets... intense.”

Ryan squeezed back. “It won’t happen anymore. You’re free now.”

“Aw, babe,” Madi said, and hugged Ryan hard like she was trying to break his back.

Ada wrapped her arms around Channing. “That’s right,” she said. “You boys saved us.” Channing smiled and laid his head against her chest.

“You’re our heroes,” Tala said to Kaleb. She placed her hands on his shoulders and, after a quiet moment spent smiling at one another, they embraced.

They held one another for long, relaxed moments, the only sound the humming of the truck and crickets.

Then, the crickets silenced. Behind them, the dogs rose onto their feet, haunches high and hair raised. They opened their mouths in devious, drooling grins and began to growl low.

The moms looked over their boys’ shoulders for only a moment before ignoring them and returning to the sweet safety of their embraces.

“My boy saved me,” Tala said, stroking the back of Kaleb’s head. “My boy...”

Kaleb had started rubbing her back. Then, he pressed himself closer to her, their hips touching, and Tala felt a growing hardness between his legs.

“Kaleb?” she said.

Channing rubbed his cheeks against Ada’s breasts. His hands, hugging her around her lower back, slid downward to clasp her toned butt. Ada gasped. “Channing!”

Ryan hugged Madi harder. He pulled her into him, pressing his face into her cleavage. “Ryan!” she cried.

Tala pushed Kaleb back while still holding onto him. “Baby what’s gotten into you?” she said. 

“Mom?” Kaleb said, staring dazedly into her eyes. “Mom, what’s wrong with...” he seemed to fade away, and then shoved his lips onto hers. She could only stare shocked as he pressed their mouths together and pulled her back to him.

Ada and Madi just had time to gasp when Channing and Ryan did the same. Channing pulled Ada’s butt hard, spreading her cheeks apart, as he leaned up and kissed her, shoving his tongue down her throat. “Channing!” she mumbled into him. Ryan undid one of Madi‘s buttons with his teeth then began licking into her cleavage. His hands felt up her shirt and touched the bare skin of her back. “Ryan!” she cried.

For a moment the moms were too shocked to move as their sons hands grasped their backs and butts, as their sons’ lips and tongues explored their own.

Tala managed to pry Kaleb off her mouth and she gasped for air. “What’s gotten into you?!” she demanded.

He gripped the thick of her hips, pinching hard. “M-Mom, I...l” he stammered, breathing hard. “I c-can’t stop.”

He pressed his thickening dick harder against her, feeling like his pants were going to split open. She pressed against his chest and felt his heartbeat and heavy breathing. “Baby, I’m your mother! You’ve got to get under control!”

“I-I know you are!” he said.

She could see from the truck’s headlights that his face was flushed and his eyes fully dilated. “But I c-can’t...”

He quivered and shook under her. They stared into each other’s eyes a second before he launched himself at her again. She pulled back but he pulled her tighter. A hand reached up and yanked on her hair, tugging her mouth down to his. She cried as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, his soft lips working hard against hers. “No!” she said in a muffled voice, pushing and pounding on his chest.

Ada freed her mouth from Channing’s and turned her head. “Dear, stop this at once!” she demanded. He only lifted his lips and kissed her neck, his lips gentle yet firm and his tongue sliding out occasionally to lick her skin.

“Oh, Momma,”’he moaned against her neck, his breathing humid. “Mom, you’re so beautiful and sexy and I... I can’t s-stop!”

She felt his heartbeat against his, throbbing as blood rushed to his groin. He gripped harder on her butt, fingers digging into the skintight yoga pants, speeding her cheeks father, reaching down to cusp her butt and grab inside her thigh. He pushed his growing cock against her, almost poking out of his pants. She felt so warm and tight against him. Then his hands reached up and slid under the back of her yoga tights and the warm skin of his hands grabbed onto her bare ass.

“No, Channing!” Ada cried.

Madi grabbed Ryan’s head and pulled him out of her cleavage. “Ryan, what the hell is the matter with you?”

He stared at her with drunk, black eyes. He squeezed her bare back and she almost yelped. “You’re so wonderful,” he said, “so amazing, and it’s been so dirty and I... and I…”

Then he leaned forward and kissed her, open mouthed, so hard their teeth knocked together as his tongue wormed its way between her lips. “Gah!”’she cried. He bit her lower lip as she pulled away. “You’re my little guy! We can’t do this!”

His eyes watered. “God, I know!” he said, holding onto her like he was drowning and she was as life saver. “Jesus forgive me, I know. But, Mom, I want it so bad, I-I-I...”

Keeping his hands inside her shirt, he reached around to her front and tore it open, sending buttons flying, exposing her bra and stomach to him. “Ryan, baby!” she hollered as he pressed his face back into her boobs.

“What’s wrong with them?” yelled Tala as she pushed Kaleb off her mouth and took a desperate gasp of air. She ignored the pain of him yanking on her hair and tried to press a knee between her legs and his.

“I don’t know!” Ada replied as Channing massaged her clenched butt, fingers probing in and out of the crack. She tried to push away the sensation of stiffness poking her from his pants.

“It must be something!” Madi cried while Ryan felt up and down her stomach and sides, saliva from his kisses slipping hot between her chest. She grabbed at his head and tried to push him off her to no avail.

Tala cried, “There must be...” In her wrestling with Kaleb, she noticed the dogs grinning at them, their hard red cocks wobbling and throbbing as they panted heavily and drooled hungrily.

“It’s the dogs!” Tala said.

Ada took a look herself as Channing began kissing her chest and her eyes scrunched up in terror. “No, you devils!” she shouted. “But how could they…”

“Pheromones!” Madi yelled in sudden revelation as she tried to keep Ryan from sucking her tit. “They’re triggering the boys!”

Tala yelled, “B-but the boys aren’t into men!”

“But they do like women!” Ada said. “And those devil dogs like us!”

“Exactly!” cried back Madi. “Those bastards must have done something to us! And when they turned us on, w-we must have done that to the boys!”

They continued pushing back the boys, pleading with them.

“K-Kaleb!” Tala yelled, “baby, you h-have to stop!”

“I’m t-trying!” he said, his teeth gnashing as he quivered. “But I-I, huff, I... can’t!”

“No, don’t!” said Ada. “Please, Channing, resist!”

He huffed, “I’m, huh, trying, huh, but, huh, it’s, huh, s-so strong!”

“Ryan, baby, I’m begging you don’t do this to your mom!” Madi said.

Tears filled Ryan’s eyes. “I wanna, but it’s so hard... and you’re so sexy!”

Tala yelled, “God, no!”

“How do we stop them?” Ada asked.

“I d-don’t know!” Madi yelled back. “The dogs made us do it to them! They’re driven to us!”

They struggled against their boys for a few moments. Kaleb pulled down part of Tala’s bra. Channing slipped Ada’s pants down to her thighs. Ryan unbuttoned Madi’s pants. All the while, the dogs watched, their breath a hot, humid wind.

“Oh, nooo...” wailed Tala as Kaleb yanked her bra down, exposing her tits to him.

Ada begged, “Christ please, not my boy,” as Channing shoved her pants down to her legs, revealing her naked hips.

“Oh Ryan, stop!” cried Madi as he unzipped her pants.

“H-How do we stop them?” said Ada.

Madi said, “I d-don’t know! It’s like they’re trained on us!”

“Then what do we do?”

Tala grimaced, fighting Kaleb pressing himself against her, and said, “I k-know what we have to do!”

“What is it?” Ada asked as she struggled to keep her Channing from pulling her pants down.

“I’m open to ideas!” said Madi while she tried to keep Ryan from unzipping her pants.

Tala said, “W-We do what we’ve been doing!”

The other women stared gape-jawed at her.

Ada yelled, “Are you insane?”

“H-How can we do that?” asked Madi.

“The s-same way we’ve done everything else that’s h-happened to us!” Tala replied. She wrapped her arms around Kaleb and quit trying to stop him.

“B-but they’re our boys!” said Ada.

“We can’t possibly do that with them!” Madi added.

“What choice do we have?” said Tala. “Cage them like animals? Let them run wild and hurt other women? They can’t help themselves! It’s those damned mutts doing this!”

“How would we look at our boys the same way again?” said Ada.

“How would we stand ourselves?” asked Madi.

Tala answered, “The same way we’ve always done: by doing what we must for our families, for our boys!”

The three looked between one another, their boys almost blind with lust. The dogs stood watching with leering glances and throbbing, dangling cocks. Tala glared down at them with seething contempt. Ada gave them the sternest look of disapproval she could muster. Madi stared daggers at them.

“Mom, please, help…” begged Kaleb.

Channing mumbled, “Momma, stop me, please…”

“Mommy, I’m so sorry!” cried Ryan.

Tala’s face scrunched up in torment and she screamed, “No, not this!” as Kaleb took her by the shoulders and shoved her to her knees.

“Oh God, Mom, I’m sorry,” he whispered through chattering teeth as he pulled at her pants.

“God, forgive me,” said Ada as Channing fell onto his back and pulled her on top of him, saying, “Forgive me too.”

“Not my boy, not my boy,” Madi muttered as Ryan pulled her pants to her feet and pushed her onto her rear. He ripped at his own pants, tearing them to expose himself, and leaned over her. “Mommy, help, please, oh Mommy...”

Tala dug into the grass and leaves and dirt as Kaleb tore her sweatpants off, ripping one side of a leg and pulling off a shoe. She turned to see him roughly shove his own pants down to his ankles and bend over behind her, his dick, an average but thick five inches, like a meaty dagger aimed at her, his entire body quivering. She clenched her teeth. Torment tore across her blushing face.

Ada sat atop Channing’s belly as he pulled up his shirt and tore at his track pants, ripping the zipper as she slid them down. She felt his dick spring out and rub against her lower back. She dared a look back to see its long length and thin shape, then turned her eyes away, her fists balling in futile fury on her thighs.

Madi leaned against the front of her truck, pants at her ankles, shirt tore open, bra pulled down, and her son standing over her bathed in the headlights like a glowing ghost. He grabbed at his jeans and yanked them down then kicked them off, and then ripped her jeans off her feet, leaving only her socks on. Then he pushed her legs apart and knelt down between them.

As their boys took them to the ground, the women turned to the dogs, and as they saw their lust-filled gazes and drooling maws, understood the dogs were not the ones who were caught.

“You... monsters!” Tala cried at them as Kaleb shoved himself into her. Her pussy, wet from fear and the licking she’d received, spread for his thickness, filling her up and stretching her inside. And though she’s been forced and knotted by the dogs nearly countless times, and hurt worse, this time she screamed at the humiliating horror as her son began pumping his hot hardness into her.

“Damned demons!” whispered Ada at them with sorrowful eyes as Channing grabbed his cock, leaned her forward, and plunged it into her. It felt like it took an eternity for him to slide it all in, and she clenched tight when he pressed his tip against the top of inside her. “Ooooh!” came a moan from deep within her.

Madi reached behind her and grabbed the trucks grill thing and screamed, “You bastards!” as Ryan pushed her legs apart and went into her. His dick was only six inches long and moderately thick, but had a big head, and she grunted as he pressed her pussy, which had been licked, plunged into, and knotted by dogs for what felt like an eternity of nightmares. “Aaaaah!” she wailed, leaning her head back and looking to the sky.

The dogs watched with wet happy snarls and deep, commanding growls. The women stared shocked, horrified, defeated, at them, then turned back to their boys as they continued rocking, humping, and pounding them.

“Oh God, mommy,” said Ryan. He began crying as he pulled back and thrusted. “I’m s-so sorry I’m hurting you!” Being in her felt like living in a dream trapped in a nightmare he hoped not to wake up from.

She looked up at him, saw the torture making him stream tears down his face. “B-Baby,” she said, “you’re not hurting me. Y-You saved me from hurting.”

He smiled through his tears, then moaned, “Oooh,” as he slid in and out of her, a thick bulge that rubbed her G-spot. Madi gripped the truck rail tighter.

“Mom,” whispered Channing as he thrust his hips up and down, back and forth, “I’m so s-sorry, uh, Momma...” Her softness, between her ample and firm rear, was like a warm pillow he never wanted to leave.

Ada sat still astride him, her fingers turning white as she kept her hands balled up on her thighs, eyes down but not looking him in the face. “Y-You don’t have, oh, a-anything to apologize for, dear,” she managed to whisper out. “This i-isn’t your f-fault.”

He bit his lips and, holding tight onto her hips, began thrusting harder. His dick felt to her like a rod, grounding her into a machine fucking her into a new reality. She clenched her fists harder.

“I c-can’t believe this is h-happening,” muttered Kaleb as he found himself unable to stop pounding his mother from behind. Her pussy was wet and open, and though he knew whose it was, what had been done to it, and what had been in it, he couldn’t stop rocking his hips back and forth.

Tala remained still, slightly moving forward and backwards with his thrusts. “It’s gonna be o-okay, oh, baby,” she said. She tried not think of how hard his dick was, how strong his thrusts were, how solid his grip on her hips was. She only clenched her teeth and tried not to make any noise, to ignore the presence of the dogs voyeuristically watching.

“Why?” Kaleb asked.

“Oh b-baby,” Tala said, “baby, this is a one-in-a-billion thing, who could’ve....”

“No, w-why?” he said angrier. “Why didn’t you try to stop the dogs? Why did you let this happen?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “W-What?”

His thrusting grew harder. “Why, uh, d-didn’t you stop, oh, the dogs?”
“B-Baby, I, uhn, I t-told you, we d-didn’t have a choice!”

His face contorted in pained fury. “You c-could’ve drugged them! You could’ve, uh, fought them! You didn’t have to let them rape you! To let them make, uh, oh, m-make me rape you!”

“B-Baby I, oh, uh, we…” She bit her lip.

“Why?” he yelled.

She only let him pound her, in and out, hard and angry, his dick a hard punishment inside her, before she admitted, “Because… uh, I l-liked it.”

Kaleb’s poundings turned to mild pushes for a second, his face frozen in shock. Tala stared back, her lower lip dangling in profound astonishment.

“I l-liked it, baby,” she continued. “K-knowing that, uh, I’m so d-desirable, that something not even h-human, uhn, wants me so bad, they’ll just… uh, just take me, j-just make me d-do it. I-It’s something your Dad could never give me,…”

“Y-You let them rape you and you liked it?”

Her eyebrows scrunched up as she shot him a pleading look of understanding. Instead, Kaleb glared down at her. “I h-had to, baby! They m-made us!”

“W-Well now,” he said, fighting tears, “they’re making me rape you, my own mom. I h-hope you’re happy!” And he began furiously pounding her, slamming his dick into her deep and pulling her hips onto his. Tala cried out in pain and surprise. “I’m sorry!” she cried, tears flowing. “B-baby, uh, I’m so s-sorryyyy!”

“H-How could you do that to Dad?” he yelled. “To me?”

“No, uh, no, no, n-n-n….Yes,” she said, staring up at him in wide-eyed wonder. “Yes, baby, make Mommy pay.”

His grip on her hips loosened. Then, he set his quivering lips in a stern line, reached for her hair, yanked it back, and began pounding her hard and fast.

“Take it, take it, take it, you cheating bitch!” he roared.

“No, baby, oh no, please stop!” Tala cried, not sounding like she wanted it to stop at all. “Please, stop making Mommy pay!”

Beside them, Ada was trying to zone out, keeping her eyes shut and pretending the sensation of Channing’s dick pushing deep in and out of her wasn’t real. “This isn’t happen, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening,” she muttered to herself.

“Oh, Mom, uhn,” grunted Channing below her, feeling her soft warmness, her comforting presence atop him. “This is so bad, so bad, oooohh…”

“Forgive me, God, please….”

“Forgive us both, God,” something choked in Channing’s throat. “Forgive me for fucking my mother!”

She opened her eyes and stared down at him sweetly. “O-Oh baby,” she said, “you’ve got nothing to be, uh, f-forgiven for.”
“B-But, I’m fu-fucking my own mom!” he said.

“They’re m-making you,” she said, “like th-they made us. I’m the one, uh, oh... in n-need of forgiveness.”

“B-But, Mo-Mom! Th-these things have been r-raping you and now, oh, they’re making me do this! Oh… Y-You haven’t done anything!”

She shook her head.“I n-need forgiveness, uh… b-because of how it made me feel,” she said. In the light of Madi’s truck, her face was almost entirely red.

“W-what do you mean?” he asked.

“I work out, oh, and I train, uh, and I post, uh, and your f-father likes me a-and people online compliment m-me, oh… but that I’m so attractive these d-dogs want me? It’s like n-nothing, uhn, I’ve e-ever felt.”

He slowed his rhythm and stared up at her. She stared back, and her face was aglow with lust and honesty. “Nothing has made me, oh, feel more a-attractive than these vile things lusting after me,” she said.

Channing stilled and said nothing. Then, he held her hips harder and pumped harder into her. “That’s be-because,” he muttered, “you’re the most go-gorgeous woman in the w-world!”

Ada’s face lit up like she’d received a Christmas and birthday gift at once, her lips parting to let out ecstatic pants. She loosened her fists, placed her hands on his stomach, and began rolling her hips back and forth with his.

“Th-thank you, Channing dear,” she said, a soft smile on her lips.

At the front of the truck, Madi maintained her grip on her truck’s grill as Ryan, hands on both sides of her in the grass, rocked his hips up and down, back and forth into hers.

“This is so wrong,” he cried, “Th-This is so w-wrong…”

Madi said, “I know it is, uh, b-baby, oh Lord, I know.”

“Ho-how will I live with, uh, myself? Having done something so disgusting?”

“Oh, baby,” she said, “you can. Yo-you’re strong and brave. I-I’ve lived with it for s-so long...”

“H-How?”

She paused and stared up at him in sweet wonder. “Oh, b-baby, because I… uh… I had to, w-we had to, ooooh, and I… and I…”

He slowed as she stared into his eyes. She bit her lip, then spoke.

“And it felt so good to be dirty,” she said. “Oh, Lord, to be f-fucked so hard by an animal, and it’s j-just pure instinct and sex, and it was so so dirty and disgusting and I h-had no choice…” She licked her lips. “And it was b-better than ever with your dad, better than with a-anyone. It felt s-so good to be so baaad.”

Ryan’s crying had turned to deep breathing. He paused, then leaned down and slammed a kiss onto Madi, their mouths and tongues intertwining. Then, he slammed his dick hard into her, pressing their bodies against one another. Madi leaned her head back and moaned out, “Ooooh,” then lifted her legs in the air as Ryan began hammering her. “Yes, yes,” she said, “we’re so dirty, we’re so dirty, yes!”

As the moms began moving in tune with the sons, the demeanor of the dogs changed. Their hackles raised higher, their growls louder. But they were not the satisfied, domineering growls, but ones of petulant anger, of displeasure. The Doberman nipped at the cage. The German Shepherd barked. The Rottweiler let out a low, ongoing bellow.

“Oh, yes!” yelled Madi. “Dirty boy, make momma dirty!” His hips smacked into her as his thick head tore her open over and over. She reached down and began rubbing her clit as he did.

Ryan grunted, a smile replacing his cries, “You’re so dirty I love being dirty with you!” Her body, her small belly and ample breasts, collided with him with each thrust.

“You make me feel, ah, so beautiful,” Ada whispered. “My adoring boy.” Riding him felt so good to her, like she was being worshiped by his hands on her hips, by his long dick going up and down inside her.

“Th-That’s because you are,” he replied, “no offense to Tala and Madi,” he said with a wink. Her firm butt felt like a heavy pillow on him, her hands on his chest a caressing touch, her pussy a dessert his hips ate.

“Take it!” Kaleb yelled as he pulled back on Tala’s hair. “Take it, you bitch!” He pushed in hard and fast into her yielding warmth.

“No, please, no!” cried Tala, even as she slammed her hips back onto his throbbing angry hardness. “Oh, no, uh, noooo...”

The dogs barked louder now, angrier, a horrible sound that tried to drown out the voices of the women and their sons. But their cries were too loud, their moans too boisterous, their bodies slapping too rhythmic, to be silenced.

Madi held Ryan tight and snarled, “Let’s show these dogs we may be raped but we’re not their bitches!”

Ada grabbed onto Channing and said, “Let’s show these demons they can defile us but they can’t corrupt us.”

Tala screamed, “Let’s show these animals that no matter what they do to us, we’ll take care of our families, because we’re motherfucking mothers!”

Then, their grinding grew harder, their jumping stronger, their fucking fiercer. And as their bodies grew closer, so did they.

“M-Mom,” said Ryan, pressing himself harder and deeper into her soft warmth. Pressure began building at the head of his dick.

“Ryan!” Madi said back, rolling her hips quicker in tune with his. Her clit pulsed with each throb, and a tremor began inside her.

“Mom, I’m gonna, I’m gonna...”

“Do it baby. Make me dirty! Fill your filthy mommy!”

“I... I... uhhhh!” he cried, and slammed his body into hers, chests and bellies pressed together like he was trying to meld their hips together. Then, spasms rocked him as he pressed on and on into her, wet heat shooting out of him as his mind numbed and body filled with pleasure.

“Baby baby, yes!” Madi yelled back. She let go of the truck grill and wrapped her arms around him digging into his back. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed hers up into his. Her inner pressure burst like a balloon and she jolted against him. “Fill your dirty mommy!” she said.

Ada rocked harder atop Channing. “You’re so wonderful,” she whispered to him, his cock a firm guide for her rocking hips. “You make me feel so beautiful, babe!”

“You’re the s-sexiest woman in the world,” he whispered back. “I’m never gonna stop fucking you.”

She gasped. “You promise?”

“A-Always.”

“Oh, dear... oh!” The sensation grew as he pressed inside her, back and forth, hard and long as an aspen branch. She pressed onto his chest, lifting her hips slightly, and pressed deeper onto him. “Keep going keep going!” She felt him press almost against her limit.

He rocked his hips faster, thrusting into her harder and deeper. She squeezed and the pressure built in him, like lightning about to strike. “Mom, Mom, Momma!” he cried.

“Make me feel it, my beautiful boy!” she screamed, clenching onto him, about to burst like a damn.

“Moooo-ooooh-om!” Channing hissed, and burst into her.

“Ch-Ch-Channning!” she said. Then it rocked her. She arched her back, lifting her head to the sky, and wobbled her knees as their juices mixed, as she drenched his hips.

“No, no, God, no!” Tala cried as she was stabbed over and over by Kaleb’s dick, his balls slapping her butt.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, pulling her hair back. “Take it like the whore you know you are!”

“Oh God, please stop!” She begged, pushing her pussy harder back into his dick. “Stop baby, stop!”

He shoved it in deeper and faster. “Not until, uh, you pay, uh, you bitch. You’re just a dirty slut, aren’t you?”

“N-No!”

“Don’t lie!”

“I-I’m just s dirty slut! I love being raped I love being raped I love being raped oooooh!”

His pace turned frantic, his hips clapping into her ass, and she felt the explosion coming. She arched her neck back and looked up at him, a desperate begging look in her face, tongue hanging out.

“I love you my good boy,” she said.

“I love you, my bitch,” he said.

“Oooh, uhh...”

“Aaaaahhhh...”

Their bodies quivered and slammed into one another. Kaleb curled his toes as he pressed deep into his mom, his cock all the way in her as he let his seed loose in her. Tala arched her back down and hips up into him, her knees trembling as her son forced a cavalcade into her.

“Baby’” she cried.

“Mom!” he yelled.

Their moans and cries of pleasure and ecstasy echoed into the night, like audible starlight from earth. Crickets stopped chirping. Owls stopped hooting. And the dogs, their barks and growls drowns out, descended to only low, displeased hums.

The women and young men took a while to notice. For several minutes they remained where they were, awash in one another, awestruck, sweaty, breathing hard, and happy. Madi pulled Ryan in for a kiss, then let him lay against her, arms blanketing around him. Ada breathed deeply, Ryan too, both massaging one another with their hands, before she leaned down and held his face to hers. Kaleb had released his hold on Talas hair, allowing her to sink to her stomach, ass still up in the air. Kaleb slid out of her then slumped to his knees, pressing his body against her butt and thighs, arms wrapped around her legs. Then, they managed to pry themselves off of one another, out of being glued to each other’s eyes, and turned to the defeated, caged dogs.

“What do we do with them?” Kaleb asked.

Tala smiled. “I think I have an idea.”

#

“Okay, you’ve got the hotel name and my room number,” said Derek, “I’ve got my bags loaded up… is there anything I’m forgetting?”

Tala and Kaleb stood in the kitchen, her cleaning up after dinner, him finishing his. She was dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, while he wore a T-shirt and workout shorts. The sun outside was setting, the night falling later in the early spring. Just looking outside, they could almost feel the crisp night coming.

“I don’t think so, honey,” said Tala.

Kaleb said, with a mouthful of steak, “Yeah, I think you’re good to go.”

“Then I’m off!” Derek said. “A glorious four hour flight ahead. Thank God for podcasts.”

Tala smiled and said, “Okay, let me help you out.”

They walked to the foyer where Derek had his bags by the front door. He stumbled a little on the way, but Tala was quick to grab his arm and help him for a second.

“Anything you think I’m missing?” he asked as he padded his pants for his phone and keys.

She shook her head, then a mischievous smile crossed her lips. “Just more time with me,” she said, and leaned around and grabbed his ass.

“Woah, easy, tiger,” he said as he left, “thought you had your fill earlier?”

“My fill of you?” Tala said in his ear, before taking a playful nibble of it. “Never.”

Derek chuckled and said, “You have been so insatiable these past few months! Okay. Goodbye, honey. You and the girls have fun tonight. Don’t let those boys boss you around.”

She chuckled. “They are a handful.”

Soft padding steps approached them. He turned to pet their German Shepherd Rex.

“Later, Rex,” Derek said with a pat. “Take care of the family while I’m gone.”

Rex’s mouth opened a little in a happy grin, and he wagged his tail obediently.

“Man, his training is coming along well.”

“I’ll say. Especially after he got fixed.”

“And they say you can’t teach old dogs. Heh, never thought after what happened I’d even want a dog. But hey, when you get a rescue as pretty as him, its hard to say no. Okay, I gotta go.”

She leaned in for another kiss, watched the Uber drive him off, and then shut the door behind her. When it was shut, Rex sat on the floor and looked up at her.

“Good boy,” she said. “Now, come.”

He did, following her into the kitchen, where Kaleb was just putting his plate into the sink. When she entered, he turned and leaned against the counter. Rex sat waiting in the entryway.

“Ada and Madi and the boys should be here any minute,” Tala said.

Kaleb nodded and folded his arms. “Doesn’t that mean you should go get dressed.”

A small, polite smile crossed her lips. “Yes,” she said, and turned to leave.

“Yes, what?”

She turned back to him and said, “Yes, sir,”

Kaleb nodded, then spoke to Rex. “Follow her and make sure she does as she’s told.”

Rex blinked, then turned and followed Tala to her room. Kaleb smiled, watching her go. He sat in the living room and turned on the TV, but only had a few minutes to check out a basketball game when the doorbell rang.

“Hey guys!” he said as he opened the door.

“What’s up?” Channing said as he came in, dressed in a basketball jersey and shorts.

“How are you?” Ryan asked, holding some video game controllers and wearing a button up short sleeve shirt with short slacks and hiking boots.

“C’mon in!” said Kaleb. “We’ve got pizza and ice cream.”

“And we brought drinks!” Madi said.

Kaleb stood out of the way to let the boys’ mothers in.

“Kaleb,” Madi said as she walked in, clad in a tight flannel shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of her chest, denim cutoffs, and cowboy boots and hat with her auburn tresses dangling beneath.

Ada nodded her head and said, “Mr. Underwood,” as she entered, wearing tight white slacks, a black v-neck with opened sleeves, and black wedges, her hair a light bob of blonde. “Where’s your mother?”

“She’s getting ready, she’ll be right down,” he said.

“Ah.”

Madi smirked and nodded, then turned behind her. “C’mon, King,” she said.

Ada clapped and said, “Here, Duke.”

The Rottweiler and Doberman trotted in after them, right at their heels. They paused at the entryway and eyed the moms.

“Good boy!” Madi said, rubbing King the Rottweiler’s ears.

Ada said, “So well mannered,” and patted Duke the Doberman’s head.

Kaleb escorted them to the kitchen, where Channing and Ryan were busy opening the pizza boxes on the table. Madi opened a can of soda and Ada poured herself a glass of water while Kaleb joined his friends. He was digging ice cream into a bowl, and Madi and Ada had just sat down next to Ryan and Channing, when soft footsteps came behind them. They stopped talking and turned.

Rex trotted in, a leash in his mouth. Leading away and up from it it ended in a collar around the neck of Tala, who was clad in a spaghetti string red and black dress, a spiked leather collar around her neck.

“How do I look?” she asked.

Channing whistled. “Damn good, Tay!”

“You look beautiful, Mrs. Underwood,” said Ryan.

“A sight as always,” said Ada.

Madi said, “What Channing said,” and whistled too.

“Like you’re ready to be put to use,” Kaleb said sternly, and snapped his fingers. Rex came up and put the end of the leash in his waiting hand. Kaleb gave it a quick yank and pulled Tala into the seat next to him. Then, he snapped his fingers again, and Rex joined King and Duke to wait sitting at the entry to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” said Tala. “You all look lovely too.”

“That reminds me,” said Channing, eyeing Ada.

Ryan gave Madi a sneaky side-eye and said, “Heh, yeah…”

Ada blushed slightly and Madi smirked, and the two women reached into their purses and pulled out their own collars and leashes, Ada’s the pink felt one with a smooth pink tether, and Madi’s the brown leather number with a simple rope.

“Here you go, baby,” Madi said, handing it to Ryan, he blushed and stood and, after she’d moved her hair out of the way, put her collar on and sat back down, leash in hand. Ada lifted her neck proudly and gave Channing a none-too-subtle glance as he put on hers.

She said as he sat down, “I can’t tell whether this means I’m your accouterment or you’re mine.”

Channing gave it a playful tug. “We’re a pair,” he said.

She nodded and smiled like a shy teenage girl.

“I had the longest day,” Madi said, taking a swig of her soda, “And I had a long hot shower when I got home. And Ryan, since you put this on me, I feel dirtier than I have all day.”

Ryan grinned. “You’re gonna need another shower after I’m done with you,” he said. She giggled and bit her lip.

“How are Michael and Eric?” Tala asked.

Ada said, “Michael’s doing well. He’s out with friends doing some March madness nonsense.”

“Which I’m missing,” Channing added.

“Is that a complaint, dear?”

“Nope, just letting you know the sacrifices I make for you!”

She rubbed his shoulder and they smiled at one another.

“Eric’s good, too,” Madi said. “Out hunting turkey. But he’s been doing well.” She paused to take a sip, then added with a smirk, “Especially the last two months.”

“As has Michael,” said Ada, lowering her head with a sly smile.

“Mmm-hmm,” Tala said with a knowing grin. “And... how are Duke and King behaving?”

The women and boys all looked to the dogs, lined up and laying on their stomachs facing them.

“Oh, Duke is doing so well!” answered Ada, looking to the Doberman. “He’s obeying commands, and barks and stays between Channing and I and strangers when we go for walks, and he’s even become a little... sweet.”

Duke looked up at her with curious eyes, before laying back down to the floor.

Madi said, “King’s behaving, too. He’s a good guard dog for the house, even though he’s scared by the mailman, and he’s good at watching the animals when they’re around Ryan.”

Tala nodded. “Rex is doing well with his training too. He even sits at our feet when we watch TV.”

Madi smirked at King. “Who knew a little neutering would turn them into such puppies?

Ada smiled at the Doberman. “Yes, Duke is a good little boy, isn’t he?”

Tala lifted her head at Rex. “They know their place.”

The dogs, hearing their names, lifted their eyes to the women and the domineering stares of the boys, then looked back down.

“Been a hell of a month,” said Channing.

“Two, actually,” said Ryan.

Kaleb smirked. “And all the time in the world ahead of us.”

The boys lifted their drinks, then their moms did, to one another.

“Actually,” said Tala, “I did have something I wanted to talk to the girls about.”

Ada’s face grew businesslike and Madi’s smile wavered. Channing and Ryan looked at them nervously.

Kaleb paused, then pulled Tala’s leash back hard. “You can tell us,” he said, “after you put your mouth to good use.” And then leaned in and kissed her deeply, passionately, grabbing a breast as he did.

Ryan looked to Madi, who grinned, and Channing to Ada, who blushed. Ryan and Madi leaned close and began kissing, her placing a hand on his crotch. Channing took hold of Adas leash and pulled in her for a deep, passionate embrace, running a hand up and down her thigh.

The dogs lifted their heads for a moment, then lowered them.

Within minutes, clothes were off, and the house was loud and humid with the sounds and heat of bodies moving together. Kaleb had Tala pressed against the living room wall, her arms tied behind her back with the leash and held by Kaleb, who pounded her hard against the wall, shaking the pictures on it. Channing sat on a chair and Ada straddled him, slowly pressing against one another, kissing slowly and deeply. Ryan laid on the couch with Madi riding him cowgirl, her boots and hat still on. And laying at the hall just before the living room were Rex, King, and Duke, eyes down.

“They a-almost look sad,” Ryan said.

“I, huh, know,” agreed Madi. “They haven’t, oh, been able to be bad in a while.”

Channing and Ada peeled their faces off one another. “It’s kinda sad,” he said. “They... oh, yeah... only get to look at this beauty instead of enjoying it.”

“Mmm,” hummed Ada. “It must be awful to look but not touch. I almost feel bad for them.”

“I d-don’t!” yelled Kaleb. “They got put in their place and now there’s been big dogs in town. Isn’t that right, bitch?”

Tala cried, “Oh, no, no... yes sir! Please, no more!”

The house nearly erupted with heat and noise as they pounded, straddled, and rode each other. When the noise died down, the boys put on pants and went to get celebratory ice cream while the moms stayed in the living room to talk. The boys were almost finished with their dessert when their moms came in.

“Boys,” said Tala, “we need to talk.”

They exchanged glances then faced their moms.

“We love you very much,” said Ada.

“And we’ll always be there for you,” Madi said.

Tala said, “But we have something to tell you, “

They froze. Ryan’s heart raced. Channing’s eyes grew wide as his ice cream bowl. Kaleb clenched his teeth.

“We’re pregnant,” Tala said.

Channing’s head rocked back in shock. Ryan’s mouth fell open. Kaleb took a long, slow, deep breath.

The women came and sat down beside them. Madi held Ryan’s hands. Ada faced Channing with hers folded in her lap. Tala put a hand on Kaleb’s shoulder.

“When did you find out?” Kaleb asked.

Tala said, “We all just found out this week. In fact, we all m told each other just now.”

Channing muttered, “Is it... a boy or a girl or twins or...”

Ada smiled and put a hand on his cheek. “It’s far too early to tell, dear.”

“How far along are you?” Ryan asked.

Madi said, “About two months.” And put her hands on her belly.

Ryan put his hands on her belly and rubbed it, smiling. Channing held Ada by the side and kissed her stomach. Kaleb leaned in and hugged his mom.

But the women were still and hesitant.

“What’s wrong?” Kaleb asked.

Channing asked “Are you okay?”

“Are the babies okay?” asked Ryan.

“We’re fine, honey,” said Madi.

“We don’t know about the babies, yet,” said Ada.

Tala paused. “It’s that... because of the timing, we can’t be sure who the fathers are.”

The boys paused.

Ryan asked, “So that means, you don’t know if they’re our dads’...”

Channing said, “Or if they’re ours...”

Kaleb’s eyes widened. “Or if they’re...”

He and the others turned their heads. The dogs were seated a few feet behind the table, backs straight. They looked at the mothers and their boys and smiled slight, devious, sharp-toothed grins.