The sound of a car pulling up to their house caught the attention of the spunky young dalmatian, who had been trying to kill time until the highlight of his evening arrived.

As soon as he heard his best friend arrive, his ears perked up and he leapt up from the bed, tossing his phone to the side and heading for the door.

"Matt's here!" The giddy pup announced, not giving his sister the time to answer or reply, before running down the stairs and opening the front door.

Sure enough, there was the young fox boy, standing there with his backpack over his shoulder, ready for his sleepover.

"Hey, Damian!" Matty announced, stepping inside and brofisting his best pal. "Thanks for inviting me, dude."

"No problem, buddy." The spotted canine replied, smiling widely at him. "It's what friends do, right?"

As the brotherly banter was commencing, the mother dalmatian peered from around the corner, looking to greet their guest and his own mother who dropped him off, giving them both a warm smile.

"Hello, Rachel." She began, walking over to the front door. "Nice to see you again."

"You too, Kelly." Rachel replied, giving her old friend a light hug, before looking behind her to the boy's father, who was currently reading a newspaper. "Been doing well, Grant?"

The father of the household barely looked up from his read, at least acknowledging his wife's query.

"As well as can be, Rach. Been a rough week." He stated, not paying much attention to anything.

"Oh, you poor dear." She teased, showing him a feigned sympathetic look, prompting the male anthro to give her a little scowl in response, before holding the paper over his face to block her version.

"Don't blame him, the firehouse is going through some financial troubles, taking it out on the wrong people, all that. Nothing worth discussing, anyway." Kelly informed, gesturing for her son's friend to come inside.

"Oh, I see." The beautiful fox replied, raising an eyebrow. "So, what, are they gonna fire people or...?"

"Probably not, but they were saying that the city council-"

As the grown-ups were talking, the boys had already made their way upstairs, ready to get one with their night of fun.

Once they were upstairs, they didn't even bother to get inside the boy's room, before they begun unfurling their ideas.

"So, what're we gonna do first?" Damian asked, wagging his tail excitedly. "Smash, MK, Battlefront, TF2, Fifa, Duelling, Pokemon? Or we can start planning our fridge raid, instead. Maybe we can see if Jerry's available tonight, or even Mickey! If they've got time, we can have a guy night before it gets too late!"

Ordinarily, the boy would've gone with one of the suggestions provided. They both loved all those games and had a blast playing with each other on them.

But tonight, he had an answer ready in his mind. The only question was, how was he going to go about it?

Unbeknownst to everyone except himself, his backpack was carrying a new little toy. One that was easily his new favorite, for the single yet multi-functional capability it had going for it.

But how did he explain that to him? Lana wasn't here, so it wouldn't be easy to describe, let alone get him to believe.

"How about you shut up and get in your room already?" Another female voice suggested rhetorically, coming from the room only a door down.

As soon as it spoke, Damian's ears drooped with disdain, whereas Matty's perked up, having potentially gotten an answer to his own unasked question.

Peeking their heads around the doorframe to get a look at who had just decided to intrude their conversation with their indespensible words of wisdom, they were met with the fourth and final resident of the household; Martha.

The Prima Donna of the Dalmatian's home and Damian's older sister. She wasn't the worst person they had ever met, she could be good for a laugh and she'd have their back if they were ever in trouble, but she could be a handful at times. Especially at a certain time of every month, for some reason.

Though, now that he was getting older, the fox could've overlooked that with ease at the realisation of her other key quality:

She was FIT as hell!

He never thought about it before, but Martha had a smoking hot body. Her tits were on par with Lana's, possibly even a little bigger, though not as big as Kelly's, and her butt wasn't exactly flat, either. Even her belly was pretty slim, which was fair enough for dogs of their breed, but she was probably a standout, in that regard.

The 16-year-old canine was typing away on her laptop with a single earphone in her floppy ear, not even looking at them when she realised they were there.

"Just saying, I'm sure your bedroom is a lot more comfortable than the hallway." She continued, continuing doing whatever she was doing.

Damian rolled his eyes, clearly not liking her tone.

"Shut up, Martha. Don't ruin our night, already."

The older pup huffed, not even giving her younger sibling a glance as she responded.

Matty, on the other hand, couldn't be happier that she spoke up. She was the perfect subject to showcase the capabilities of his new toy.

Stepping inside the forbidden realm of her bedroom, Matty placed his backpack on the floor and started opening it up, causing both dal's to look at him curiously.

"What are you doing?" The spotted bitch inquired, looking confused by his actions.

"I have a gift for you." He explained, unzipping his bag and taking an interesting, gun-shaped object out, one that neither of them could recognise him having before.

Instead of a barrel, it had some kind of dish on the end of it, yellow on the outside with a red and white spiral shape on the inside, that was facing the older dog.

"Whoa, cool." Damian announced, looking over the contraption, wondering where the heck his pal could've gotten such a thing. "Is it a ray gun?"

"Not really. It's more like a... Well, watch this." He replied, raising the gun at her.

"Point that thing somewhere else." Martha demanded, sounding like she didn't exactly buy that she was in any kind of danger, or that it would pose any threat of any sort. "I swear, if that toy squirts me with water or shoots a plastic bullet at me, I'm gonna ram it down your-"

With a smirk at her defiance, Matty closed his eyes and let the device rip, firing it at the pesky canine.

A burst of saucer-like projectiles ejected from the dish and flew towards the dog, hitting her before she could even realise what was going on.

They shot through her like magic, going straight through her body, causing the anthro girl to stop mid-sentence and stare blankly, looking decidedly less mad than she did a minute ago.

Understandably, Damian looked pretty concerned at what just happened, seeing his sister suddenly halt herself after being attacked by whatever his friend just used on her.

"M- Martha?" He begun stepping inside the room cautiously. "Y- You okay?"

There was no response.

She just sat there, eyes wide open, with a blank expression.

Matty looked pleased with the result, putting the gun back in his backpack and quickly closing the door, getting an even more startled reaction from his best friend.

"Wh... What did you do!?" He asked, sounding rightfully concerned.

Before he answered, the fox gave him a smirk and turned back to the older canine.

"Watch this..." He began, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Martha... Tell us something embarrassing about yourself. Something you'd never want us to know."

The command prompted the dalmatian to turn his gaze back to him, his ears raised high with confusion and worry, while at the same time, expecting that this wouldn't work.

But then, without warning, she opened her mouth and spoke.

"When I was 8, I once had a crush on a boy in my class. But when I finally told him, he said he wasn't interested. I spent the rest of the day crying about it."

"W- Wha...?" Damian stuttered, his jaw dropping.

Matty smiled.

"Pretty neat, huh? Check it out." He asked, before turning his gaze to the hypnotised canine. "Act like a chicken. A feral one, not like Mr. Thompson."

Sure enough, she folded her arms in to resembled wings and got on one crouched leg, her head tilted, and she clucked and crowed.

The younger pup was flabbergasted, unable to believe his eyes, while his friend just continued his display.

"Now, dance like an Egyptian."

The pup stood up and moved her arms and hands, making her look like an Ancient Egyptian.

"Okay, okay, stop." He told her, stopping the older canine's movements, before turning his attention to the stunned spotted male. "Any requests~?"

To say Damian was surprised would've been an understatement. He would never, in a million years, believe that his sister, who was so full of herself and thought she was the best thing ever, would degrade herself like this.

Though, the offer was much too enticing to pass up.

"Uh... O- Okay, Martha..." He finally spoke up, quickly giving in to temptation. "I, uh... I w- want you t- to, um... Tell me how great I am!"

Matty gave his buddy a grin and stepped back, letting the other boy have his moment, as the hypnotized sister began her praise.

"You are the best brother a girl could have." She began, sounding as sincere as her hypnotised state could make it sound. "You're such a genius, and so full of life. You're so cool and tough, and everyone loves you. I'm lucky to have a brother as awesome as you, and you deserve to be proud of yourself."

It was all the young canine could do to not cry from happiness, a wide smile across his face, his tail wagging uncontrollably behind him.

"W- wow..." The spotted lad stated, turnign to his friend. "That thing's amazing! Where did you get it?"

"Found it in the dumpster of that lab place." He answered proudly. "You remember where we went to on the school field trip last year?"

The young pup thought for a second, trying to remember, before his eyes lit up, his brain connecting the dots.

"Oh yeah, that place with all the weird-looking equipment."

"Yeah, that one." The fox continued, looking at their slave with optimistic eyes.

Of course, he had some ideas of his own with her, that were pretty reminiscent of his experiments with Lana, but he didn't feel too comfortable showing them with Damian. After all, it wasn't natural for boys to do stuff like what he did with their own sisters like that...

... Was it?

Sure, they had the gun thing at their disposal, but it wasn't like they could afford to be too picky about who they had their fun with, right?

He'd probably have to start off small with that and see how things go from there.

"Hey, Mar-"

"Martha, act like a baby!" Damian suddenly interrupted, giving his command before Matty could beat him to it.

As expected, the older dal dropped to her knees and began crawling on the floor, making little "goo goo" and "gaa gaa" noises as she wandered aimlessly.

Her brother was finding amusement in this behavior, seeing her degrade herself to this level, whereas Matty's attention was elsewhere.

From this angle, he had a pretty generous shot down her shirt, giving him a decent eyeful of her rack on display. She must've been pretty confident with her body, to show it off like this.

But that wasn't the only thing his eyes caught sight of; as soon as she turned around, they quickly shifted to the canine's ass, his heart rate increasing the more he looked at it. Those... Leggings? Was that what they were called? Whatever, they showed off her rump pretty nicely.

However, it was about to be the center of focus for a different reason.

Without warning, a dark patch began forming on the crotch area, doing more than just showing off her cameltoe; a little yellow puddle was starting to form on the floor beneath her, catching both the boys offguard.

"Whoa whoa whoa, stop!" Damian quickly commanded, feeling his heart skip a beat at the realization of what was happening.

The older dog did as she was told, her body returning to normal and ceasing her little accident, but the damage had already been done.

The poor spotted boy's jaw dropped, staring in disbelief at the growing puddle on the floor, unable to believe that his sister, his OLDER sister, just did that.

As for Matty, he could feel his heart beating so loudly that it was threatening to burst out of his chest.

Not only did he get the confirmation he was looking for, but he was actually going to get to see this!

"D- Did... D- Did she just...?" His friend tried to ask, still trying to come to terms with it. "I... Think we've gone too far..."

While he didn't say anything yet, young Matt couldn't disagree more. They had only just started their fun.

And it was time to start REALLY getting creative.

"Hey, Martha." The vulpine called, getting the older female's attention.

"Yes, master?" She immediately replied, her tone monotonous, not even acknowledging what had just happened.

"Get over here. It's wedgie time~"

"Yes, master."

The older pup didn't even question his order, and instead stood up and walked over, not showing any kind of discomfort or annoyance.

When she was standing in front of him, she turned around and dropped to her hands and knees, sticking her butt out to him, offering herself no defence in the way of what he was about to do.

With a mischievous grin, the little fox took a single step forward and reached a hand to the back of her waistband, reaching inside and pulling on the tight material, lifting her panties upwards which caused the girl to gasp and grunt in mild pain.

"Ah... Mmmf... Ngah..." She quietly moaned, not making any attempt to stop him, as the fox continued to pull harder and harder, his grin widening the higher her panties went.

Damian was having a hard time processing this. He knew his friend was mischievous, but to go as far as to humiliate his big sister, who would've kicked his ass for even just suggesting something like this, was beyond his imagination.

Matty, meanwhile, was having a whale of a time. Not only was he getting to put Martha in her place, a girl as gorgeous as her at his complete disposal, but he also got an insight to her taste in underwear.

The canine was wearing a pair of purple and pink, polka-dot panties, ones that fit snugly and had a pretty cute little bow at the top.

He had never seen any girl wear these before, though it wasn't like she had a huge gallery to compare it with, but he certainly didn't expect to see something like this coming from Martha. Not her style, as far as he knew.

More grunts and sounds of mild discomfort came from the older dog, before her master decided to finally show her some mercy, releasing her undergarments and having them fall back down with a *Snap*.

"Ow... Thank you, master." The female thanked, sounding grateful, though still with a monotone voice.

"Don't mention it." He responded, taking a step back and looking at his friend. "You, uh... Wanna see how far we can go with this?"

The younger dally didn't dare look at his friend's face, instead keeping his gaze focused on his sister's butt.

He was curious. Sure, it was wrong and he should've been trying to put a stop to this, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

What else could they do?

"Um... O- Okay..." He whispered, before his ears perked up and his attention shifted to her, getting an idea. "Uh, Martha?"

"Yes, master?"

Her brother was taken back for a moment when she referred to him as that.

"Uh... W- what do I do?" He asked, finally looking at his bestie.

With a sinister smile, Matty answered for him, giving the command.

"Do a sexy dance for us." He commanded, sitting down on the bed to get comfy. "And take your clothes off as you do it."

Damian felt his heart skip a beat when his friend gave the response, quickly joining him on the bed with a heavy-beating heart.

Without hesitation, Martha did as she was told, standing up and started swinging her body side to side, giving her masters a good view of herself, before slowly reaching her hands down to the bottom of her shirt, grabbing the fabric and lifting it upwards, exposing her stomach and the underside of her breasts.

Both boys had their eyes glued to her, not even noticing that they had subconsciously leaned closer together, as she continued her display.

Martha paid them no mind, instead shaking her breasts about as the shirt was lifted higher and higher, until her bra was on display for the lads. If that thing could be called a bra, given how tightly it was holding against her goodies.

"W- Wow..." Damian stuttered, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was starting to enjoy this.

His cock was throbbing hard, pushing against the confines of his pants, aching for release.

"I- Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" The young dalmatian asked, his mouth salivating, his entire body starting to get sweaty.

"I feel it, too." His friend answered, unbuttoning his shorts, feeling the urge to do so.

It was all the confirmation the young pup needed to do the same, reaching his hands down and removing his own shorts and underwear, his rock hard cock springing up and standing at attention.

He didn't care. All he wanted was for her to continue, and she did just that, her shirt flying over her head and dropping onto the ground, showing off her chest with only her miniature bra covering her up.

"N- No- Now tu- turn a- arou- ound a- and... D- Do the sa- same wi- with the pa- p- pants."

"As you wish, master." The female dally replied, not wasting any time doing as she was told.

With a quick movement, the dalmatian turned around and bent over slightly, swaying her hips side to side, giving them a little show, before slipping her leggings down to her thighs, showing off her panties, which were still soaked with pee and ruined by the wedgie from earlier.

"Fuck..." The two boys whispered, their eyes glued to her ass.

Damian, in particular, was more than intrigued by her display, for two reasons.

The first was that she had done this to him before, but not for a long time. When she was about 5, she had taken his soccer ball and ran about the house with it, as he tried to get it back from her. At one point, after she started teasing him in several ways, he found himself being greeted by her bare ass, which really got her in trouble later on.

The second was that, despite the humiliating acts from earlier, this is what he felt was the most degrading.

To show her butt to her own brother? To have no shame or modesty whatsoever? That was something that, in his mind, she should've had plenty of.

Then, her hands slipped in the waistband of her panties, grabbing the material and slowly peeling it off her ass, letting the pair see her hole and her cunt in all their glory, prompting a gasp from both of them, her asshole clenching as it was exposed.

Both of them could feel their beating organs throbbing harder and faster, their hearts racing and their eyes wide.

"Holy fuck!" The little dal exclaimed, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was drooling.

"D- Damian..." Matty whispered, his eyes glued to the scene.

"Y- Yeah?"

"C- Can... C- Can I try something... W- With her?"

Damian looked at him with a puzzled look, wondering what he was suggesting, and why he would need his permission/approval for it.

But, he's certainly impressed him with his device so far, so why not see where he was going with this?

"S- Sure..."

The vulpine didn't even hesitate, before leaning forward and calling the hypnotized female over.

"Martha. Come here. Get on the bed." He commanded, pointing to the spot right between his legs.

Once she had stepped out of her wet leggings and equally wet panties, the naked dalmatian obeyed the command, placing herself on the bed, kneeling before her master.

"Now, uh..." He resumed, sounding like he was pondering how to go about his next move. "You, um... You're dating that guy on the school's track team, right? W- What's his name? Vince?"

"Vance, master." She dully replied, recalling who he was referring to.

"Uh, h- have you... Done any, er... S- Sex stuff with him?"

To their surprise, the bitch nodded her head at the question.

"Yes. I let him fuck me a few times."

Her bluntness surprised both boys, neither of them expecting her to be that open with him about that kind of thing. They wouldn't have thought that even she would cross that line, but... The truth was out now.

"Uh, w- wow, o- okay..." Matty continued, clearing his throat and trying his best to steady his nerves. "W- Well then, i- i- in that ca- case... L- Let us do t- the same."

He couldn't believe he just said that, and he was sure his best friend wouldn't, either.

The spotted boy couldn't help but raise both eyebrows, turning his gaze to him with an inquisitive look.

However, his attention on him was short-lived, as his sister turned around and got on all fours, once again sticking her backside to the pair, bending down and raising her tail.

It might have been a different position than what he did with Lana, but that was all the fox needed to see to understand what she had in mind.

His dick was so hard that it was starting to hurt, and he wanted this more than anything right now.

Getting up on the bed, the fox grabbed onto her waist and positioned himself right behind the bitch, ready to go to town on her.

"Whoa, dude!" His friend quickly spoke up, looking like he was trying to stop him. "A- Are y- you really ab- about to-!?"

"Y- Yeah..." Matty whispered, not even turning to look at him. "Is that... Wrong?"

The question seemed to make the other lad think.

Was it? Was this a line they should've been crossing? Should he be concerned about what he... THEY, were doing? Should he go tell is parents? Would he even believe them, or would they have a problem with him, instead?

No, no. It was just a harmless little experiment. There was nothing wrong with this, right?

"N- No, I- I guess n- not..."

With his friend's approval, though he likely would've done the same regardless of his response, Matty lined his shaft up with the bitch's wet spot thing, his tip rubbing against it, eliciting a moan from the dog.

He took a deep breath, before pushing himself forward and thrusting inside her, burying his cock deep inside her.

The copper canine moaned at the feeling of being inside the wet snatch, albeit not getting as much reaction from the bitch due to his size being smaller than her boyfriend's, and he pulled himself back a little, then back inside.

"Mmmmf..." Matty quietly moaned, gripping the sides of her butt and thrusting his hips back and forth, starting his rhythm, getting a steady pace.

Meanwhile, Damian couldn't believe his eyes.

He was actually watching his friend, the boy he played games with and went on adventures with, who he had known since puppy school, fuck his own sister.

His own, older sister.

So many thoughts, so many emotions, so many questions, all running his mind.

Should he stop him? Should he join him? Should he tell his parents about this? Was this all okay? What was the right thing to do?

"Oh, f- fuck!" His friend exclaimed, before turning to his pal. "H- Hey, y- you... Wa- Want in o- on this?"

Damian felt his heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond.

He did have a raging boner, and the idea of putting his cock to use with his sister, especially after seeing the way Matty was enjoying himself, was starting to become more and more appealing to him.

Still, he doubted she'd have enough room for two down there, and it'd be pretty awkward standing next to him there, just waiting.

But then, another idea came to mind. He may not be able to use her back end, but the front end was free.

"L- Let me... Try some- something, t- then." He replied, his voice shaking as he felt his cock aching for release.

"A- Alright, suit yo- yourself."

Stepping up from the bed, the spotted lad stood up straight, his shaft standing up as well, before moving closer and closer to his sister's head, the canine looking at him, her expression still blank.

"Uh, o- okay, Ma- Martha..." He stated, showing his raging little boner to the entranced canine. "Li... L- Lick m- my dick!"

"As you wish, master."

Without hesitating for even a second, the bitch leaned her head down and began licking the little pup's throbbing rod, the boy gasping at the sudden sensation of her tongue.

It got even better when she inserted the whole thing into her mouth, her fangs easily avoiding the skin, and she began going to town on her brother.

Both lads moaned blissfully at the feeling of vaginal and oral pleasure, the two friends locking eyes onto the bitch's face and backside, each one feeling their quick release approaching.

Matty might have been familiar with this feeling and what was to follow, albeit only once with another girl, but his friend found this internal sense entirely new to him.

The way her vaginal walls contracted around his shaft and her mouth expertly worked around her brother's was giving the boys an unbelievable sense of pleasure. Not since they were taken to a live football game a few years ago and their team won in a landslide, did they feel this amazing about anything in their lives.

"I- I f- feel... I- I- fe- feel... Aaaahhh!" Damian announced, gripping the canine's head to steady himself from falling over and holding her down on his cock.

"Y- Yeah! J- Ju- Just... L- Let it hap- ppen!" Matty suggested, picking up the pace of his thrusting, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching.

A few more thrusts, and a few more sucks later, the young dally felt his loins twitch, being the first to blow his load and shooting his spunk right into his sister's mouth, the dog taking the generous helping with ease.

His friend wasn't too far behind, his balls tightening as his shaft throbbed, his own juices squirting into the bitch's cunt, filling her up with his own cum.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh~" They both moaned loudly, not even caring if the parents heard them at this point. Even if the worst happened in that regard, they had their weapon at the ready.

Though Matty was sure his mom left ages ago, by now.

With a *Plop*, the older canine's head moved off her brother's rod, a line of spit and semen connecting her tongue to his dick, a single drop of his juice dripping off the end and onto her chin, letting both boys collapse on her bed while she awaited her next instruction.

"D... Dude... Th... That... Was... Awesome..." Damian stated, breathing heavily, his eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"I- I kn- know..." Matty agreed, his cock finally softening and shrinking back inside him. "B- Best... Inven... Vention... Ever..."

***

Hours had passed by since their fun with Martha, and the rest of the evening went swimmingly, resuming as normal as it could be, after that.

Once they had cleaned up the mess, or more accurately, gotten her to clean it up with her tongue, Matty showed Damian the other nifty feature about his favorite ray gun; triggers.

Similar to Lana, he had installed the same keyword of "Daffodil" in the bitch that would immediately bring her back to her entranced state, then snap her out of it, all in the drop of a hat. And of course, before snapping her out of it originally, they made some improvements to her attitude.

Needless to say, Kelly and Grant were pleasantly surprised to see their teenage daughter suddenly take on a more outgoing and positive personality. The unexpected shift was the talk of the dinner, and they couldn't believe how fond she suddenly was of her brother.

Even after dinner, she lovingly invited the boys into her room and they had some more games to play, which ended in a rather strange way, but not one the sister was unhappy to comply with.

Once they had their fun and Kelly had called the boys to bed, Damian had one last command for the bitch; to share the gift of her glorious backside with the world.

Until midnight, she was to stand perfectly still with her pants down and her butt pressed against her bedroom window until midnight, giving her neighbors and passersby a full view of her ass, and if anyone asked, to give them her well thought out and logical explanation: because she felt like it.

But for one of the lads, it still wasn't enough. It was a little past midnight by this point, yet Damian hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Matty was in slumberland, yet Damian's heart was racing like an express train. He couldn't stop thinking about Martha and her body, and he wanted more. Much more.

Double-checking that his friend was sound asleep, the younger dalmatian carefully and steadily reached into his bag and retrieved the gun, before making his way to the door.

Once he creaked it open and closed it behind him, the horny pup made his way back to his sister's room, his dirty plan in mind... Until those sounds caught his attention.

In between their kids' room, was the adult dalmatians' private quarters, and from it came noises of thudding and quiet moaning, peaking the boy's curiosity.

Peering through the crack in the door, Damian was shocked to find his father and mother, completely nude and in a now-familiar position, the canine's cock buried inside his wife's pussy, pounding her like a fire axe.

"Ah, ah, fuck, yeah! Fuck, baby, tell me you love it!" Grant hissed, trying to keep his voice down as he thrust his hips back and forth, his cock disappearing into her snatch.

"Ooooohhhhh, Grant~" Kelly moaned, gripping the bedsheets and trying not to fall down from the pleasure and pressure.

Only a few seconds of watching the experts go at it and Damian was hard again, his shaft poking through his waistband, seeking attention... And some motherly comfort.

He was in complete awe of the scene in front of him, never having seen anyone do something like this in person before until he and Matty did it with his sister, and he immediately changed his mind on his plan, as well as his target.

With a smirk on his face, the pup crept down the hall and entered the older dallys' room, closing the door behind him.

"Mom? Dad?"

The pair gasped at the sound of their son's voice, turning their heads to the door to see the young man, holding a toy that they didn't recall getting him for his birthday.

"D- D- D- Damian!?!" Kelly cried, immediately covering herself up.

"B- B- Buddy, what are you doing up?" Grant asked, looking just as nervous.

Without answering the question, the boy quickly aimed the weapon a the parents and fired it at them, the couple stopping their movements and looking like statues, their eyes glazing over.

A sudden surge of power coursed through him, realising g he now had ultimate control over his parents. Hell, his whole family.

He was in control now. Not mom. Not dad. Certainly not Martha. Him.

He could do what he wanted and they'd comply with a smile, if he so chose. An abundance of options and ideas came to mind, but the little bone in his pocket only had a few for him, and they were pretty hard to disagree with.

"D- Dad..." He began, clearing his throat as he put the gun down. "G- Go stand i- in th- cor- corner..."

His father immediately pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy and stepped out of the bed, his stiff member bouncing as he walked to the corner and turned his back, facing the wall and standing in the corner, waiting for the next order.

But that wouldn't be for a while; his attention was already on his mom, who was still lying there, her body and eyes unmoving.

Just like with his sis, he never realised his mother's true beauty on her face or her body until he saw it in its naked form. Now realising how much bigger her tits and ass were than hers, coupled with the years more experience she had over the other bitch, she was suddenly the most perfect woman in the world for him.

"Mo- Mom..." The spunky young dally resumed, trying not to let his nerves wreck him too much and make him back out. "L- Le- Let me d- d- do wh- what d- dad was

The beautiful dalmatian did as she was told, spinning herself around on the bed while staying on her knees, presenting her butt for him.

Damian didn't hesitate any further, climbing on the bed and dropping his shorts, his boner already poking out.

The moment he got close to her incredible mature pussy, his heart pounded like an avalanche, and he could feel himself sweating with anticipation.

This was really happening. He was really going to do this.

"I- I love y- you, mo- mom..."

He pushed himself forward and slid his cock into her wet snatch, her tight vagina squeezing his shaft tightly enough to make him moan at the sudden pleasure.

"Ahhhhh~" He moaned loudly, gripping onto her sides for support.

This must've been what Matty felt when he was banging his sister a few hours ago, and there was something special about this feeling, that his brain couldn't comprehend. Was it the feeling of becoming a man? Establishing his dominance over the household? Or was it simply that this was his mother, and he was doing the one thing that a lot of kids would do to their own moms?

At least, as far as his assumptions went.

Whatever the case, it was an incredible feeling, and one he couldn't get enough of.

Pulling himself back a little, the lad thrusted himself back in, then out again, and in, and out, maintaining a steady beat as he humped the bitch that had birthed him 11 years ago.

The sounds of moans and grunts were heard from the canines, the younger one enjoying his time with his mother, while the older one was forced to listen and watch from the corner.

Not that he had any problem sharing his woman with his son. It was only natural, after all.

As the young dally continued to go at her, a strange sensation came over the boy, his loins tightening, his rod pulsing, his balls contracting, making him recall what happened with Martha in her mouth earlier that night.

"M- Mom, I- I f- feel s- some- something co- coming o- out!"

"That's your sperm." Kelly informed, still sounding as monotone as before the sex between mother and son began, implying that she wasn't getting too much pleasure out of this, likely because of the comparison with his dad. "It comes out during a boy's orgasm."

Her son might not have been paying too much attention to what she was teaching him about sex-ed, having been lost in the throes of passion, but he could at least acknowledge that she knew what she was talking about. 

With his final thrust, Damian pushed himself as deep inside his mother's cunt as he could, the pup gasping loudly and grunting as his spunk was shot deep into his mother's womb, filling her with his seed.

It was only his first time, and his second sexual encounter with another being, and his lack of stamina made his cock soften, his balls empty, and his energy fade, collapsing on top of the older canine's back.

Kelly didn't move much from her current position, allowing her baby to get his rest for a moment on top of her while she awaited further instruction from her loving master.

"Haa... Haa... Haa... Haa... Haa..." The lad panted, his eyes feeling hazy as he felt his body lose it's energy after the incredible orgasm.

He was still conscious, though not 100%, but his limbs felt like jelly and he was struggling to move, which would've been an issue for his plans, if he was planning on staying there. It certainly would've been easier, but he didn't want Matty to catch wind of this.

Although, that didn't mean his fun with his parents was over yet.

"M... Mom..." He began as loud as he could muster, though it wasn't too much louder than a whisper, given his current state. "Fr... From now o... On, you... C- Can only... Have s... S- Sex with... Me... Not dad..."

"Yes, master." The dally replied, still in the same position she was in before.

"An... And you... Dad..." He continued, turning his gaze to the corner where his father stood, his cock still erect, and his body frozen, as if he wasn't even a living thing anymore. "You... You're not... Interested... In mom... For sex..."

"Yes, master." Grant answered, keeping his posture as perfectly still as he could.

In fact, the boy thought, why stop at just keeping him away from his new trophy? This sex stuff was great; why should his dad miss out? He just needed to find a substitute for him...

Then it hit him.

"In... In fact..." He continued, finding the strength to get on his knees, keeping his hands on his mom's perfect buttocks for balance. "You'll... Be attra... Attracted to... Livvy..."

The mention of his classmate's name resonated in Grant's mind, understanding who his son was referring to.

Olivia, AKA Livvy, a bright young fawn from his school, head of the school's youth library club, and the daughter of one of his own puppy days friends. She was often inside reading and studying during recess, rather than outside with the other popular, more sociable kids.

More to the point, in Damian and Matty's opnion, she was a stuck-up know-it-all, and a teacher's pet. She was always the first (and only) to ask about turning in their due homework, when most of the other students, including (and especially) him, would hope they wouldn't remember, since he more often than not hadn't done it. Not only that, she clearly thought she was just so much smarter than the rest of them, always having the right answer and giving more detail than anyone asked for.

If nothing else, this would teach her to cut loose.

"You..." He continued, thinking about the dorky deer and how to get back at her. "Love her... More than mom... And you... Want to fuck her... Just her... She's per... Perfect for you... Everything from... Her glasses to... Her voice... She's all... You want..."

"I understand, master." He told him, still facing away as his penis started getting hard again, each command sinking into her vulnerable brain.

Now that his plan had been covered and the new rules were set, there was only thing left to do.

Moments later, when the boy finally found the strength to stand on his own two feet, he got off the bed and looked back at his parents.

"Now... When I say... "Apricot", you'll... Both snap out of... This state..." He told them as he continued panting, heading for the door. "You won't... Remember any... Of this, but... You'll obey my orders... When I say it again... You'll come back into... This trance..."

"Yes, master." Both the mother and father answered in unison.

With a smile, he picked up the gun and opened the door, ushering a single word before he departed.

"Apricot."