This story is fictional. No intention of disrespect is intended to any of the participants. Its sole purpose is for the adult entertainment of the readers.

If the topics of this story disturbs you, go no further. This story includes aspects of non-consent, rape and bestiality.

In a recent news story, the teen diva drew SPCA's ire for including pooches in asking price of family home. Britney Spears is in the doghouse because she's selling her dogs.

In Britain, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals has blasted the pop star after hearing that she's selling her old house in the States, three dogs included.

She's selling the family place in Kentwood, Louisiana, to move, with her parents, into a vast new estate five miles away. I don't know if the dogs don't match the decor, or what, but word got out that the asking price on the old house includes the furniture and the dogs.

There's no word yet from the Louisiana SPCA, but the British branch got involved somehow.

"We are very concerned that Britney is setting a bad example," a spokesperson said. "Pets require longtime commitment and care, and should not be thought of as objects that can be left behind."

The animals in question are a Yorkshire Terrier named Baby and two Alsatians, names not given.


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Now, here is the real reason behind her decision to get rid of her three dogs, and her home.


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With her boyfriend, Justin Timberlake of the group N'Sync, about to go on a concert tour again, Britney and he decided to have a goodbye petting session before he left. Despite her oversexed image, Britney Spears was still a virgin and intended to remain so until the night of her wedding, whenever that might be.

So, for the past hour they necked and petted each other tenderly. She would let him cop a feel of her large tits and tight pussy, even kiss them a few times. She didn't see anything wrong with just touching.

In the same token, she would eagerly give him a handjob as she watched his cock grow, stiffen, and finally squirt its creamy fluid all over her bare hands. She didn't like how it felt on her skin, but she realized that he needed this kind of relief once in a while.

"God, Brit," Justin would groan as he came. "That feels so damn good. I just wished that we could... you know... fuck someday. You got the sweetest ass and I really want us to make love."

"So do I," she gasped. "But... but you know how I feel about this. I... I'm just not ready for that yet. Please be patient."

"Fuck, you are such a tease, you know that," he said in frustration.

"I bet you say that to all your groupies too," she said, laughing.

"Babe, there's nobody else for me but you," he told her. "You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know," she said, giving his cock a final squeeze. "I... I think you better get going though. The guys will be waiting for you."

"Damn! What time is it?" He asked, looking over at the VCR clock. "Oh, shit! They must be at the airport already."

Rushing around the room for his clothes, Britney sat back laughing her head off as Justin struggled to buckle his pants over his aroused cock.

"Too bad you're in such a hurry," she laughed teasingly. "I could take care of that for you."

"Fuck girl!" He swore, seeing her having fun at his expense. "If you weren't my girlfriend right now, I'd fucking rape you."

"OOOOOH! I'm scared," she kept teasing him.

"Call you when we hit town," he said, leaning over and kissing her tenderly, his fingers finding her wet pussylips one last time.

"Can't wait," she replied.

She walked him to the door and waved goodbye as he drove off. Taking a final look, she slowly closed the door and began stripping off her clothes, preferring to be naked when she was alone in the house. Soon, she stood naked, her blonde pussy glistening with her juices that all that foreplay had instigated.

The young popstar had the most luscious body in the music business today. Men of all ages, and probably a fair number of women also, would fantasize about her large tits, commenting that they must be fake. But that didn't bother them, just the sight of her bouncing on stage, her tits flopping around as she gyrated was all that mattered to men, and some women.

Since hitting it big in the charts, her parents were mostly concerned for her safety. Especially, once she moved into a house on her own. They had insisted that she get some guard dogs for protection.


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A year ago

"Now listen honey," she recalled her mother's words. "Today, in show business, there are stalkers all over the place. At least with a good guard dog, you'll be protected at home."

At the time, it made perfect sense, even to the eighteen-year-old diva. So, she accompanied her dad to a protection agency and they showed her the dogs that they had available just for celebrities. They showed her menacing looking Dobermans, and ferocious German Shepherds, all of which were trained to attack intruders.

"Don... don't you have anything less..." she stammered, fear in her eyes. "Less scary."

"They scare you, do they?" The kennel manager smiled. "That's okay. Granted, these are mean looking. But then again, that's what they were meant for." He paused to ponder the matter further. "You say you live alone miss Spears."

"Huh-uh," she nodded.

"Well, we don't want you to be scared of your own home," he said. "I think I got the perfect solution for you."

He walked past the most common guard breeds and headed to the back of the building, Britney and her dad following close behind. When he got to the very far end, he turned and opened the gate to one of the cages. He stepped inside with a pair of leashes and came back out with two well-groomed and well-behaved white Alsatians.

Though these looked a lot like the German Shepherds, they are a related breed, these looked more docile and better groomed than their brethrens. Both dogs were almost completely white in color, with only a splattering of brown and black at their paws and snout.

"Now these two would be perfect for you particular situation," he said. "This is Stan, and this fellow is Lee."

Britney immediately felt comfortable with them. She kneeled down and the dogs began licking her face as any friendly dog would.

"Uhm!" She heard her father grumble in thought. "They don't seem too capable of protecting anybody."

"That's what makes them so perfect for your daughter mister Spears," the manager said. "They fit right into any family setting and nobody is the wiser. Here, let me show you."

He pulled the dogs leash and they obediently fell into step with him. He led them to the training facility and released them. He then walked over to the intercom.

"Hey, Jim," he called.

"Yeah, Mr. Steed," a voice came back.

"Get into a padded suit will you," he instructed the man on the other end. "You're gonna give a demonstration of Stanley's abilities."

"Oh, I get it," Britney broke out laughing. "Stan-Lee. They're names together sound like one."

Mr. Steed led them behind a glass panel so they could observe without being in the way. A moment later, a man wearing a heavily padded suit walked in with a bar in his hand. Instantly, both dogs began barking ferociously at him without attacking. As he approached closer, the dogs stood their ground.

"Nicha!" The owner said over the intercom.

Both dogs leapt at the bulky man and shoved him to the ground. Then they began gnawing at his arms and legs as he struggled to get away from them. Britney's father was quite impressed with the demonstration. He could see that these dogs were indeed competitive guard dogs.

"Schmoo!" Mr. Steed gave the halt order.

"Is that it?" Britney asked. "All I have to do is say Nicha and they'll attack."

"No, sweetie," Mr. Steed said. "You'll have to come in for a few weeks to get some handling training before we even let you buy any of our dogs. This is as much for your protection as mine. We wouldn't want you to give an ill advised command while alone with them, now would we."

"I think they'll do just fine," Mr. Spears said, shaking hands with the owner. "We'll make the arrangements around Britney's schedule and take it from there."


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That's how Britney Spears got those two large Alsatians. But she also wanted a dog, just as an ordinary pet. First, she checked with Mr. Steed to make sure that it would be safe for it before she went out and bought one.

She picked a Yorkshire Terrier puppy which she called Baby. It didn't take him long to reach its full size. That was over a year ago.

Now, as she neared her twentieth birthday, Britney had three mature dogs in her house, which she didn't mind all that much.


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Back to today

Now that she was all alone in the house, Britney walked to the backdoor to call her dogs in.

"Stan! Lee! Baby!" She called out in the darkness of the large backyard. "Come on babies! Come on inside and keep mommy company."

Out of the darkness, three sets of glowing eyes came bounding towards her. As they neared, she smiled as she watched her dogs run to the house.

"Hey babies," she petted each as they rushed past her bare calf. "Sorry I had to put you out for so long, but mommy needed some time alone with her boyfriend. You understand, don't you?"

She half-expected for them to understand her explanation, but she knew they didn't really care for such nonsense. She padded in behind them, lay out their bowls, and filled them with their food.

The three dogs attacked the bowls ravenously as she stood back, smiling. She still had a buzz from the foreplay and she reached down and began rubbing her pussylips with her fingers.

'Damn!' She thought. 'I just wish that Justin had finished me off before rushing off like that.'

She buried two fingers in her wet pussy trying to relieve herself that way. But that was a poor substitute to Justin's talented tongue.

The two Alsatians finished their grub first and looked up at their naked mistress with curiosity. They could never understand these humans or why she would constantly be burying her paw in her hole. They were bright enough to know the purpose of a pussy wasn't to be wasted on a paw.

Right behind them, Baby yipped shrilly to let her know that he was done eating as well.

"Okay boys," she reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her snatch, licking them clean. "Let's check out what's good on TV tonight."

As she walked back to the livingroom, her hips swinging suggestively, the dogs followed close behind. Her sexy aroma wafting the air in front of them.

By the time they had all reached the large room, the three dogs had become slightly aroused, though Britney had no knowledge of this at this time.

She settled herself down heavily on the sofa and began clicking the TV remote, channel surfing in search for something to watch. While she did that, she began diddling her cunt again trying to get the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Her dogs settled in their corners and lay their heads on their crossed paws, sniffing the air intently.

Britney remained oblivious as to the effect her smell was having on her pets. She just kept trying to find her own pleasure with her fingers while searching for something good to watch. She lay back across the cushion, lying on her back as she continued with her self- pleasuring. Lifting a leg up onto the sofa, she spread her legs apart wide, opening up her pussylips for better penetration.

As she felt her orgasm nearing, she let the TV remote slip from her fingers and it clattered loudly on the hardwood floor of her livingroom. Now with both hands free, she could work more intently on her pussy and clit. As one hand worked down under, the other would squash her voluptuous tits and nipples, pulling one up to her lips so she could suckle on herself as she came.

All three dogs lifted their heads in confused curiosity as her scent gained in potency. They couldn't see any bitches around, yet they could smell one nearby. Their cocks were slowly slipping out of their furry sheath as their arousal grew.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" She mumbled to herself, the passion in her voice very evident to the dogs. "Right there! Damn you, Justin. Why didn't you finish what you started before you left like that. Oh yeah! I'm getting there. Just a bit more."

One by one the dogs sat up, the pink tip of their cocks protruding from their furry hiding places. But they remained there, still too confused to understand what was happening to them.

"Mmmmmmmh! Oh yeah!" Britney moaned. "I'm cumming baby. Cumming! CUMMMMMING, OH FUCKING SHIT! I'M THERE!" She squealed in ecstasy.

The dogs' ears stood up straight at the high pitch wail of their mistress. At first, they were distressed, thinking that she was in trouble. But that was soon replaced by another strong blast of her sexual scent invading their nostrils. This gave another surge of blood to their own crotch and their penises slipped out even further.

"Damn, I needed that," the teen diva said breathlessly, licking her fingers of her juices. "I should be good for now. Now where did that damn remote go to?"

She looked over the side of the sofa to the floor in search of the TV remote she had dropped while fingering herself. Then she spotted it. It had skirted under the glass-top coffee table and she could see it through the glass cover.

"Damn," she swore as she dropped to her knees to retrieve it.

Too tired to simply walk around the table to retrieve it, she just lowered her shoulders and reached for it from the farthest side. In this precocious position, her butt was raised high as her shoulders were almost down to the floor.

This alluring position was not lost on the three aroused animals. Almost as if by command, they approached Britney's upturned ass in unison. Then as if by accord, they all began licking her ass.

The two Alsatians were busily licking at her ass and moist pussy, while her diminutive Yorkshire Terrier had found its way under her belly to attack from beneath.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Britney yelled from under the coffee table, banging her head in surprise. "Now you guys stop that!" She ordered, expecting compliance.

However, the dogs were not reacting to training. They were reacting to instinct, an instinct to procreate. Something more powerful than any training given by man. They continued their licking, and in the position she found herself, Britney could do nothing to extricate herself from their lapping tongues.

She tried to back out from under her coffee table, but the two strong Alsatians were pushing her forward. So, she tried crawling forward under the table. But again, she was foiled. With her Terrier under her, she couldn't lower her ass enough to fit under the low table.

All that she could do was remain in position until the dogs tired of this nonsense and then she'd have to think about what to do about their brash behavior.

"Fuck! This is so embarrassing," she swore as she endured the rough tongue on her ass and pussy.

Her Terrier was the first to get a reaction out of her. The tiny dog had found her clit and his rough tongue was lapping at the tiny nub feverishly. The sandpapery organ was raking across her already excited clit, pushing her back into heat.

"Oh, shit, Baby," she moaned. "That's nice. But you shouldn't be doing this to mommy."

She could feel her cunny moistening at this attack, and the other dogs noticed this fresh moistness as well. Their keen sense of smell had picked it up immediately and dove into her snatch to dig deep with their stiff tongues.

"Holy shit!" Britney gasped as she felt them bury their snouts in her cunthole and their tongues delve deeper than Justin could ever manage.

The dogs lapped at her hungrily, trying to find a hidden source for the strong aroma that had gotten them in this aroused state. And with each passing moment, their cocks grew longer, thicker and stiffer.

The sexually aroused state of her dogs was still unbeknownst to Britney as their licking was getting her all hot and bothered as well. But as far as she was concerned, this was simply a miscommunication, a misunderstanding. There was no way that a dog would have any interest, sexually, with a girl like her.

After all, she didn't fool around much. In all appearances, she was a good girl who wasn't at all promiscuous. In fact, she was still virgin, wanting to wait for her wedding night before giving that up.

"Mmmmm! That's nice, babies," she moaned. "Maybe it ain't so bad if I let you lick mommy."

Not realizing the implication of the decision she made, Britney began undulating her ass to encourage her dogs to finish what they had started.

"At least you won't leave me high and dry like Justin did," she laughed.

The Alsatian guard dog, Lee, was the first to take charge. The large dog leaped onto Britney's back, his forepaws resting on the glass-top of the coffee table.

Britney heard his nail as they hit the glass surface, but didn't think much of it. Instead, she concentrated on how good her pussy was feeling with the doggy tongues licking her.

Lee instinctly began humping, trying to locate the elusive hole that had so excited him. His pre-cum covered cocktip poking frustratingly against her butt. That's when the young diva began to wonder what was going on.

Turning her head around to see what was going on, she saw that one of her dogs was on top of her trying to bury his reddening pink penis in her virgin hole. In a panic, she tried to reach back to slap him away, but in her vulnerable and helpless position, she couldn't reach back far enough.

"No! Down boy! Get off mommy!" She screamed, trying to order him off. "Lee, you can't do that to me. I'm... I'm a girl, not a dog, you doofus. A dog can't have sex with a girl, don't you know that."

As if to prove her wrong, Lee shoved forward, the tip of his cock finding her sphincter by mistake. But as far as he was concerned, it was a tight fitting hole that would do just as well. He pulled back again and the shoved forward harder. This time a couple of inches found its way in her virgin asshole.

"AAAAIIIIIEEEE!" Britney Spears screamed out in pain. "Not there Lee! That's not a good place to fuck anybody!"

The large dog paid no mind to her shouting. He had found a nice warm hole that had accepted his pole and he wasn't about to give that up. He pulled back again and thrust forward. Back and forth he went on, burying a few more inches each time. His pre-cum lubricating her dry anal passage with each thrust.

"Oh God, Lee," she groaned painfully. "You... you're hurting me, boy. Please take your dick out. Don't do this to me, please. I beg you."

From beneath, her Terrier was still licking at her clit, while the other large dog was concentrating his licking to her pussylips. This three-prong attack was driving her nuts. She could feel her juices bubbling from within as the dogs pleasured themselves on her.

The dog began humping at a furious rate now, as only an animal could. He drove his cock deeper with each thrust and buried more and more of his cock in the nineteen-year-old girl's virgin ass.

Britney's body began betraying her as the harsh pain of the anal penetration was soon replaced with sexual pleasure. She still couldn't believe that she was actually finding this enjoyable. She had heard of anal sex before, but that was with a man, not a dog. For that matter, how can a dog be doing this?

"This... this shouldn't even be possible," she gasped as she could feel an orgasm building within her. "How can... how can this feel so good? How can he even know how to do it with me like this?"

But she couldn't deny the feelings welling up inside her. She could feel a monster orgasm building up and she had to admit to herself that her dogs were responsible for that. Without even realizing she was doing so, Britney was gyrating her ass back against the thrusting cock of her dog, instinctively trying to get him even deeper in her bowels.

The dog somehow recognized her compliance to his fuck lust and doubled his efforts to empty his seed in his mistress. Already he had managed to bury five inches of his eight-inch cock in her ass. A few more hard shoves and he would get it all past her resistance. What was making it difficult wasn't so much the length of his penis as its thickness, but rather his horniness. As his arousal grew, so did the width of his cock. It already was a good inch thicker than Britney's boyfriend, and seemed to be growing thicker with each passing second.

"Unnggghh! Ungh! Oh fuck!" Britney groaned loudly as her ass accommodate each of Lee's thrust. "Christ! I... I'm cumming! Lee, you've making me cum! Fuck me! Fuck me hard with your hard dick, boy! Make mommy cum!"

She couldn't believe what she was saying. She couldn't believe that she was begging her dog to fuck her, and in the ass of all places. But there lay the bare truth about her. As her dog continued ramming his cock in her black hole, she was busily pinching her hard nipples in pure lust.

Meanwhile, her other dogs continued ravishing her clit and pussy with their raspy tongue. She could feel Stan's tongue reaching so deep in her.

"Oh god! I'm cumming!' She moaned. "I'm cumming on my dog fucking me. CumMMMING!"

Just then, her dog howled in the air as he blew his load in his mistress' tight ass. She moaned loudly as she felt the almost scalding heat of the warm jism filling her bowels, triggering another powerful orgasm within her.

"Oh god! Noooooo!" She howled with him when she realized that a dog had cum inside of her.

It seemed like hours for her before her Alsatian finally pulled out of her ass, when in fact only a few minutes had passed. A splash of jism came pouring out of her liberated asshole to the hardwood floor as soon as Lee's cock-plug was removed. She could feel the warm fluid trickling down her calves as the other dogs began lapping that up as well.

"Thank god this is over," she breathed a sigh of relief.

She tried crawling out, but the dogs where still blocking her path. So, thinking that this whole ordeal was over with, she relaxed and waited patiently for Stan and Baby to move.

But between licking their mistress' clit and pussy, and cleaning up after Lee's climax, the two dogs were far from done.

The next thing she knew, Stan had taken up position on top of her back the same as Lee had only moments before.

"Nnnooo! Stan, don't!" Britney cried out in terror. "Don't fuck my ass again. I couldn't take that."

She could feel the slimy tip of her other guard dog's cock sliding through her asscheeks, trying to find a hole to nestle itself in. Back and forth, the large dog would thrust his hips, slipping through her tightly clenching ass.

"Please, don't do this," she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Stan pulled himself far back, allowing his cock to slip down below her ass crack. On his next forward shove, he located and slipped his lubricated shaft into Britney Spears' virgin cunt. With all his might, the large dog thrust forward and buried four thick inches into her pussy.

"AARRGGHHH!" Britney cried out as her pussylips stretched beyond reason.

She then mercilessly passed out from the pain.

The dog kept humping his cock into her, driving more and more of his hard cock inside her. In her unconscious state, her vaginal muscles had relaxed making his penetration that much easier. He could now fuck into her faster and deeper. He now had six inches in and another four to work on.