Lily sighed as she sat on her back porch, the warmth of the afternoon sun washing over her bare body. The Dalmatian stretched and shook her curly hair before settling back to relax. 

Her father chuckled as he came out the back door, seeing his daughter splayed out in the nude. "You forget something, Squirt?"

"Nah, my heat started and it was too stuffy up in my room. Everything feels itchy, you know?"

The man sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose a bit. "I do indeed. Still, you shouldn't be out here flashing your business to the entire world. You're twelve."

"Chloe gets to do it," Lily replied with a whine. 

"Yes, and she's seventeen." Her wrinkled his nose again and sighed. "I just worry someone might see you kiddo. You don't have to put on a shirt but at least side some swim trunks or something on." The older Dalmatian gave her that paternal look that told her there wasn't room for discussion. It did, however, give her an idea. 

"Can we go to the pool?" Lily asked him as her tail started to wag excitedly. 

"I dunno-"

"Please? It'd help my heat and it means I have to wear something. I can wear those trunks we bought!"

The man sighed and shook his head. "Walked into that one, didn't I?" He smiled and looked around the backyard. "Well, I was going to mow the grass but a trip to the pool does sound nice. Go ahead and head in and get changed. 

"Can I do no top though? My nips are sensitive and it's not like I have anything there yet."

Lily's dad gave a other sigh before nodding. "Yeah, fine, ya damn tomboy." He jerked a thumb into the house, his nose wrinkling again. "Woof, this month is strong."

"How do you think I feel?" Lily hopped up and hurried into the house, ignoring the puddle of arousal she'd left pooled on the chair. 

Her dad watched her go before glancing back at the puddle with a sigh. He pulled a rag from his back pocket and dried off the seat before giving the cloth a sniff. "Phew, this is going to be a hard week." He pocketed the cloth, heading back inside. 

Half an hour later, the duo made their way into the local pool building, the building serving as a hangout for most families in the community during the warm months. Lily hopped out of the truck, grabbing her bag from the back as her father finished a cigarette. She'd gone full tomboy mode with her hair tamed back in a ponytail, wearing an old band T-shirt and board shorts. 

"Can I meet you inside?" she asked, bouncing impatiently as her dad continued to smoke inside the truck. 

"Yeah, alright. Go get showered and stuff and I'll be in soon as I finish this and maybe another." 

"Weirdo." Lily rolled her eyes, never understanding the appeal of smoking. It always stank and made his breath reek. She turned and raced inside, her paws glad to trade hot pavement for cold tiles. 

Hurrying to the dressing rooms, she paused as she got to the divider between them and looked between the doors. Her dad would be long enough she could easily shower and be out in the pool before got came inside. Of course, she knew she should use the girls changing rooms but her hormonal brain teased her with the prospect of scoring her first look at a naked guy if she used the boys room. After all, she looked enough like a boy that most folks never noticed the difference.

Swallowing back any fear she may have had, Lily rushed into the boys room without a second thought. Inside, she was surprised at first to see it was just a mirror version of the girls room. There weren't any guys which was oddly surprising but she figured it was just her luck. Hurrying to the pre-swim showers, she looked for the nearest stall. 

Rounding the dividing wall that led to the showers, she froze at the sight of the Labrador standing naked in front of her. The man looked about as old as her dad but with a much better built physique. His heavy sack and balls were plump and heavy between his thighs as she continued to stare. 

It was bigger than her fist. How the hell does a boy hide something like that? She felt her cheeks immediately burn red as she looked up at the man. "S… Sorry."

The Labrador looked down at her and smirked. "For what? Admiring the view?" 

Lily felt a knot forming in her stomach. "Huh? I, uh…" She watched as the man reached out and put a hand on her head, angling her back down to look at his sheathe and balls. Now, a red tip was visible poking from the charcoal black fur. "It's really big?"

"Ain't it though?" The Labrador chuckled and let go of her head. "Go ahead kid, go grab a shower." The man then stepped aside, motioning to the stall he'd come out of. "In ya go."

"I think I'm good actu-"

"I said get in." The Labrador took her by the arm and pulled her into the stall with ease. A powerful hand wrapped around her muzzle in a crushing grip as he closed the stall door. "There we go, nice and cozy. Been waiting in here for half an hour hoping some brat would come to take a piss so I could have a bit of fun. I'm gonna let go of your mouth but if you scream I'll snap your neck like a twig. We're gonna do this nice and easy kid."

Lilly whimpered but kept otherwise quiet as he let go of her muzzle. The man knelt down sniffing along her neck as he pinned her to the shower wall, his warm breath pouring over her. "Damn, you smell like a bitch. A real tasty bitch." Without warning, one of his hands gripped her trunks and yanked them down her legs. "Ah, that's cause you are. You trying to be one of them tranny boys that don't know how to appreciate what God made ya for? That shit pisses me off."

"N… no sir. I just think trunks are comfier." Lily looked up in horror, unable to move as the man's hand cupped against her puffy spade. A large finger massaged between her labia lips and elicited an instinctive moan. 

"Ain't about you being comfy, ya dumb bitch. It's about making men horny when they look at you. Men don't give a shit if girls are comfy in their skimpy ass bikinis. They're not for you. They're for us to enjoy the views." The man curled that finger up into her, feeling along her warmth as he massaged her virgin pussy walls. Her hymen kept him from proving too deep but the reality that it was there just made him grin. "I think you need a lesson in what women are for. Let's start with the basics." Pulling his hand free, he paused for a moment to lick his finger clean. "That thing there's a pussy. It has two jobs: take dick and pop out puppies. Today you're going to do job number one. Nine months from now it'll do job number two."

"I… i don't want puppies!" Lily started to protest but the hand that had been probing her inside suddenly wrapped itself like a snake around her throat. With little effort, the Labrador hoisted her into the air and pinned her against the wall.

"Basic number two is you don't get an opinion. As a bitch your whole purpose is breeding. When you get in heat you are free for any man to use. It ain't rape when the body wants it like yours does so this right here? This is perfectly fine." The man's other hand grabbed one of her ankles, hoisting the Dalmatian's leg up until her hips were pulled away from the wall and her spade was directed right at his cock. "You keep quiet as you can. You don't and I'll kill you. A bitch that won't breed is one we don't need. Understood tranny boy?"

Lily started at him in absolute fear as tears streamed down her eyes. Her body betrayed her as her aroused scent grew stronger, her spade silently begging her attacker to be the first to frost her cookie. The choking grip cut off most of her air, leaving her just enough to breathe with effort. 

The first thrust came without warning. Her spade stretched around the thick tip of the Labrador's cock as the man thrust into her, her virgin depths yielding and her hymen snapping as if the only part of her that didn't want this was her brain. She'd have screamed if she could but the crushing weight against her windpipe made it impossible. 

The Labrador didn't give her time to adjust, his cock starting to piston inside her with an urgency that reminded her they were in public. It would have been so easy to be heard if she tried but the strain on her neck told her this man was more than willing to make good on his threats. She wondered how many kids he'd done this to before, how many missing child posters could be answered by him. 

Then, without warning or pretense, it was over. The man pushed fully into her as his knot swelled inside her body even as her own gripped it in a tie. Warmth flowed from his throbbing shaft, each pulse sending another rush of seed into her fertile core. She hadn't cum and he seemed perfectly content with that. Part of her was disgusted that she even realized it or cared. 

The man kept his grip of her throat the entire time. He turned on the showers, soaking her through as he washed them both with his free hand, her ankles resting on his shoulders. What disgusted her most was that there wasn't any malice to this man. No contempt or revulsion or regret. He genuinely believed he was just doing nature's will. 

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before he was able to pull out. They'd both heard a dozen and a half people come and go from the locker room, none of them any wiser about what was happening. The shower waters muted her heat scent and the smell of her rape was long washed away. When he was finally done, he handed her her trunks back and patted her on the head. 

"Good girl." He smiled at her before walking out of the shower and leaving her there. She heard him get dressed and, less than a minute later, he was just gone. Back into a world he felt perfectly a part of leaving his victim behind. 

She wasn't even sure what to do now. How many black Labrador visited the pool today? She went to school with three of them in just her class. What was the point of telling anyone?

Putting her trunks on, Lily walked into the locker room and out towards the pool. All around her, people screamed in delight as they went about their day none the wiser. She saw her dad relaxing in a chair, half asleep and unawares. She set her bag beside him before casually wandering over to the deep end of the pool. She walked up to the edge and fell forward without ceremony, the water welcoming her into the cold grip of its depths. She didn't move her arms, didn't resist as she sank down, or hold her breathe in the slightest. They'd find her in time, they'd pull her from the water and force her to breathe again.

But in that moment, she wished they wouldn't.