Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. And that was the last thing I could remember. I awoke in stages; each subsequent attempt a little less hazy than the last. From where I lay I could see you still asleep on a small bed across the room from me. It wasn't until this point that panic began to take hold. I turned to look around the rest of the room and found that my head was pounding. "Well you're finally awake," Jills voice sounded across the small room. I turned, slowly this time, to face the origin of the voice. Sure enough, Jill was sitting in a small chair by the door way. She had one leg crossed over the other and looked for all purposes quite modest; although she was still quite naked. "You!" I managed. "You drugged us!" Jill touched her hand to her head with a look of strained patience. "I didn't drug you. You clearly drugged yourself a bit though. I take it you don't remember? I'm not surprised. After feasting on Amie you had the great idea to do shots. The idea itself was great; the quantity you two did clearly was not. I helped you out of the restaurant and brought you here." "Where exactly is here? I'm pretty sure we're in a cell." "It's actually our infirmary. I thought you should probably sleep off some of the booze. But since our infirmary is located in DarkerBreeze we gave it the look of a cell." An audible groan as you rolled to face us. "Well hey we finally made it to DarkerBreeze." "Hey yeah, I guess it's time to make good on our promise. I'm a bit nervous now though haha. May as well get to it. Where's Amie?" Jill pursed her lips. "She hasn't yet made it down here." "Oh," I replied. My brain caught up to me. "Wait we must have been laying here for a while though right?" "Yes" "So how long?" "She got off shift two and a half hours ago." "Oh," I repeated; more heavily this time. "Well, we appreciate you staying here to look over us." Jill half-grimaced. "I could try to say it was for professional reasons - as I was your guide you are my responsibility while you are here." "...But?" You asked, still in the conversation. "...But you probably wouldn'tn believe it anyway. It's mostly that I really appreciated what you tried to do back there." Before I could give a sincere response, you said, "Mostly." I glared at you but Jill just gave a small smile as she reached under her chair. She brought up two black straps and tossed them to us without leaving her seat. "Well the rest is that I am holding you to your promise anyway, and I am really going to enjoy this. Put those on." I looked down at the item in my hand. It was a leather collar. --------- "So is there a leash to go with this collar?" you asked of Jill. "Are you going to walk your slaves naked through DarkerBreeze?" "Oh you won't be fully naked. Not at first anyway. I just couldn't fit your costumes under the chair easily." Jill rose from her chair and exited the room briefly. She called from the other room, "But there are definitely leashes. They are, in fact, required where we are headed." Jill re-entered and tossed our 'costumes' which I was fairly certain were fuzzy dog outfits. "And where is it we will be going dressed as....yep, dogs?" "The underground dog park of course." Of course. How foolish of me. "We have a large area in one of the caverns where Masters can walk their pets around on well kept artificial turf or down the path between artificial trees to the pond. It's all well lit and resembles a nice day in the park; except obviously underground." "And except obviously they are people crawling around instead of dogs." "True, although a fair number of people walk actual dogs through the park too. Like I said it can be quite relaxing. Well what are you waiting for? Get dressed!" There was a fair amount of irony hearing such a command from a woman without a stitch of clothing; nevertheless I began to climb into my outfit. The body of it was straightforward enough. It was essentially a full body outfit with a large opening allowing my cock to hang free. My ass was completely exposed as well. It zipped up in the front, which required Jill's assistance as the sleeves ended in 'gloves' that resembled large paws. Your outfit was a light brown with patches of white. It had the same openings that mine had, and although it had clearly been tailored to allow for breasts it didn't have any openings for them. The headpieces were fairly ridiculous. Both were designed to look like dogs, with yours being a much cuter dog than mine. Inside of the mask was a bit that I had to open my mouth around. It resembled a horse bit that was an integral part of the mask and helped hold it in place. It also left me effectively gagged. "The masks are kind of silly, but they do complete the outfit. Many Masters want to keep their pets anonymous and silent, and this will do both. Now crawl around for me, the both of you? Let's see how these look." One knee at a time we carefully made our way to the floor. Once there I found that the paws and knees were well padded and that this wouldn't be uncomfortable at all. I could also see better than I had anticipated. Jill gave us an appraising look and walked slowly around to inspect us. I waved my butt around at her jokingly. "Oh that's right, you two still need tails!" I got the feeling that she hadn't actually forgotten but was just waiting for the right moment to say something. Sure enough I suddenly felt her plunge two lubed fingers straight into my butt, work them around, and remove them before replacing them with a decent sized plug. I heard you yelp around your gag and assumed you had gotten the same treatment. I crawled in a small circle to look and sure enough there was a bushy dog tail attached to the back of the plug. I shook my bottom and could tell I had a similar one. "You too look marvelous. Are you ready?" ------------------ "Ymmmf" we said in near-unison. Through a bit-gag and a mask was not an ideal way to talk. "Ok you know what? Hang on a minute." Jill promptly left the room, leaving us to crawl around and wonder what was up. I joking tried to use my "hind leg" to scratch behind my ear, but only managed to roll on myself awkwardly. Before you could laugh too hard, Jill had returned. "Ok those masks look really ridiculous. I brought you different ones that still look like dogs, but only cover your eyes and nose. They have a large cut away for your mouth." Jill removed our current masks as we had no hands to do so ourselves and fitted us with the new masks. I thought that they still looked ridiculous but it was much easier to breathe. Jill attached the leashes and began walking us down a dimly lit hallway away from the infirmary. The pads in the costume were thick enough that it wasn't at all uncomfortable on my hands and knees. That turned out to be a good thing when Jill began walking increasingly fast. I was starting to have trouble keeping up, and I could tell you were also. "Is the park behind those doors?" I asked as I was becoming short of breath. "Doggies can't speak English," Jill reminded me. I may have rolled my eyes at this. "Woof, woof woof bark?" Jill stopped abruptly and turned. *SMACK SMACK* "Bad doggie; no barking" Frustrated and with now-stinging butt cheeks I followed along side you as Jill pressed a button on the wall next to the doors. As they slid open I was able to get my first look of the 'dog park.' Somehow it wasn't at all as I had imagined. The ceiling was very high, and use of creative lighting gave the impression that we were in fact outside. The 'grass' beneath us could have been real, as could the trees. My expectation was that this would be kinky. I hadn't realized it was also beautiful. As we slowly entered I could see other couples with their 'pets.' Some pets were in costumes like us, and some fully nude with both genders represented. I could see a "dog" mounting another "dog" next to a bench as the owners looked on and chatted. There were also, as Jill had mentioned, a handful of people walking actual dogs. It was like a Twilight Zone-esque world. Not far from us, perhaps fifty feet, there was a "puppie" female that had noticed our arrival and was tugging hard at her Master's leash. Her fur was light brown, the same shade as your's, but it was uniform without the white patches. She also wore mask in the style of ours' with the mouth open. Her Master's grip slipped and she trotted/crawled over to see us. "Looks like your puppy could still use some training!" Jill called to the other owner. "She took one look at your and went bounding over," he said, frowning slightly. Jill looked down at us. "This is their first time in the dog park. Well aren't you dogs going to greet the puppy? No no, dogs greet by sniifing each other's butts." I wasn't sure if this was hot, weird, or really hot but you and I crawled behind the puppy and realized her tail had been sewn to the costume. I wondered how we had gotten so lucky as to have received the ones we had. You surprised me by practically burying your nose in her bottom. I crawled closer and sniffed a few times, but before I could do anything more the puppy reared up and knocked Jill backwards onto the ground. Jill dropped our two leashes and landed with her legs spread wide. The puppy climbed right on top of her and started licking Jill for all she was worth. Jill was initiallly too shocked to protest, and any attempts at such quickly became moans as the playful puppy girl licked right up her thighs to the wetness at the top. I took the moment to whisper to you. "Wow you must have really liked the smell of her butt. You got right in there." Jill's breathing was becoming heavy now. "I wanted to make sure I was smelling it right," you said. "How could you not be smelling it right? It smelled like her butt!" Jill's hips began to buck and her toes were now curling. "Well, yes. But it also smelled strongly of mustard." Any response I could have given would have been drowned out as Jill came very, very loudly. ----------- Could it be? Certainly Amie should have been off the clock long before and would have had plenty of time to set this up. But why the facade? "It's obvious, isn't it?" you whispered; intruding into my thoughts. "She's shy." "She's what? She's dressed as a dog, licking the hell out of Jill's wetness with her bare ass sticking up in the air, and if my memory is at all accurate she recently fed me a hot dog that had been 'cooking' in her butt. That is about the least shy a person can get." "And that's why you're a male," you told me. "That was all just sex. She has feelings for Jill. Feelings that go far beyond hot dogs. That's why she's shy about this." "Don't you two know dogs can't talk?" maybe-Amie's owner addressed us. Irritably, I said back, "Then why would you ask us a question you assume we wouldn't be able to answer?" I dont know exactly what I was expecting as a reply, but it probably wouldn't have been polite laughter. "Haha, you guys don't recognize me do you?" Looking up he did look extremely familiar but I couldn't place it. I was a bit distracted admittedly by Jill just to my left side still being licked like there was no tomorrow. I could see her engorged clit protruding between her lips and bouncing ever so slightly in time with maybe-Amie's tongue. It then occurred to me that I might be able to trick an admission out of him. "Of course I recognize you. You're the guy that walked Amie over a minute ago." Only the slightest twitch in his cheek when I said this, but it was enough. "Name's Derek. I was the one that watched you two get frisky on the lazy river and referred you down here. Remember now?" I slowly nodded. He looked different than I remembered him; however there was no mistaking the cocky demeanor or the way he looked at us. You were not ready to give up on the polite interrogation just yet. "So do you and Amie come to the dog park a lot?" "That's the second time you assumed my pet was Amie," he said with a voice that still gave nothing away. Still there was a tightness in his jaw that was unmistakable. In retrospect it was really quite laughable. Derek's pitiful attempt at subterfuge while simultaneously trying not to stare at this girl puppy going down on another girl was downright funny. We both responded by letting the silence hang in the air and gave him small smiles. Derek checked on his pet who was now climbing up Jill's body to kiss her full on the lips. He dropped his voice to a near whisper and leaned toward us. "Look when Amie got off work she approached me and asked if I would help her with this. She knows I never really go into DarkBreeze itself, but she also knew I would help her and not try anything funny. All she told me was that she wanted me to take her for a walk in the dog park right away, and that she would do the rest. She was very clear though that she didn't want anyone to know who she was." "We should probably stop talking for a bit then," you chimed in. "Looks like they're slowing down." ----- Derek glanced over to verify this and gave a curt nod in response. Watching him try to be subtle truly gave me the impression that he thought he was James Bond and had been entrusted with an incredibly vital mission. He was out of his element in more ways than just that. He clearly had never given much thought to a dog park, let alone having been in one. He gave Amies leash two quick tugs as if to make her come to him; and then paused and gave a look that said 'wait was I supposed to do that?' Amie, not yet willing to give herself way, gave two short 'barks' (that were verbalized as 'arf, arf!) and crawled away from Jill. Again Derek looked uncertain as to what do next. I realized that since Amie said she would "do the rest" Derek really didn't have any idea what to do. As always you were one step ahead of me. You crawled around so that your bottom was thrust into Amie's face. "That's right Am--err, puppy! You never properly greeted them!" Amie went to work pretending to sniff your bottom; doing her best to work around the ridiculous tail-buttplug you were wearing. "You should remove these tailplugs for us while you're there. At least then you could get a proper sniff," I said as I began to turn to parallel you. "Oh my god a talking dog!" Derek mock exclaimed. Suddenly I was tired of this game. Clearly none of us knew the "right" way to do this anyway. I replied, "Yeah I'm like Brian from Family Guy. I can speak English." "Yeah me too," you said. "No you can't. You're still a dog." "Woof." "Better. Now, the tail plugs please?" addressing Amie now. I listened as she went to work on slowly removing your's. What I heard instead was an unfamiliar voice greeting Derek. "Hi! It looks like our puppy has taken an interest in your puppy." I craned my head around to see a mid-30s couple (fully nude of course) with a dog on a leash. Unlike the previous 'dogs' I had seen this one was an actual dog; a chocolate lab that looked far too grown to be an actual puppy. And true to the owner's words, this lab had begun sniffing at Amie's butt while Amie sniffed at your's. I had no idea what to say, but the lab had made up its mind. It suddenly reared up and planted both paws on top of Amie's back, pushing her toward the ground. ------- Derek looked increasingly uncertain at this point. He looked around at each of us, as if tacitly asking for guidance. When he received none he tried half-heartedly yanking on the leash a couple of times. The couple just laughed and had released the dog, whose paws were now planted on Amie's back where her shoulder blades were covered by her costume. Her bare bottom was thrust up in the air, and the dog's thrusting was bringing him ever closer to her. With our hands turned into 'paws' there was little we could do. The owner spoke between his chuckles, "I don't know why you guys are getting so worked up; I don't hear her complaining any. She looks rather like she's enjoying herself down there." That was true enough. She wasn't telling anyone to stop or to get the dog off. She must really be into this. "Mmm yeah mount that little bitch! Fuck her and make some puppies!" Jill's depraved encouragement outright shocked me. I couldn't believe she would say things like that to Amie of all people. That's what it all hit me. Jill still had no idea this was Amie behind the mask. And that in turn meant that Amie couldn't complain about the situation because Jill would instantly recognize her voice. By my best estimate Amie had about 30 seconds to abandon her shyness before this labrador impaled her from behind. She must have realized this too, and even masked the conflict was evident on her face. "Is there something you wanted to say puppy?" you prompted. Perhaps you have also sensed that her time was running short to change her mind. Amie looked at us with an almost pleading look in her eyes..then looked at Jill..then back at us. She opened her mouth to speak and said, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh---" The lab had found its entrance and driven its cock home. It was now too late to stop anything as the dog began rapidly thrusting in and out of her pussy. Giving away her identity at this point would change nothing, so we simply watched in grim fascination. ------ Given Amie's apparent innocence before I would have assumed that she had no experience whatsoever with a canine. Watching the scene before me left no question in my mind that this was indeed a first for her, and one she had probably never considered. However she was now bound by her own self-imposed rules to see this through, and to do so in a way that did not give away her true identity. The lab began to jackhammer away on top of Amie; thrusting much faster than any human could. She was trying hard not to make any vocalizations that might give her away, but every now and then a yelp or a moan would escape. The four of us stood transfixed around Amie watching this lewd scene (although you and I weren't standing like human but like dogs would). The spell was broken as the dog began pounding harder and Amie began speaking at last. "Oh my God, oh God..." she managed. It was clear that she was too wrapped up in the moment to be able to control her speaking any longer. I wasn't sure if this meant she wanted it to stop or if she was really getting off on it. 'Oh God' could really mean either at this point. What I was sure of, however, was that any second Jill would recognize the voice and her entire attempt at subterfuge, dog sex included, would be wasted. I felt like I had to do something. However I couldn't say anything, and I had no hands with which do anything. I realized in a moment what must be done to save this whole situation. I quickly worked myself upright until I was on my knees and shuffled myself awkwardly towards Amie's face. I thrust my cock into her face and said, "Put it in your mouth!" Many things happened at once. Amie turned with her mouth wide open as if to receive it. In doing so however she managed to dislodge the dog enough that he hopped down beside her. His weight shifting pushed Amie out of my path. The dog wasn't ready to give up though and began nosing around, and then licking Amie's naked rear end. The licking quickly picked up pace, and I realized in horror what must have happened. Amie must have realized it too. "Oh God he must taste the mustard," she said before I could quickly and not discreet shove my cock into her lips. I couldn't even enjoy it as I wondered if the damage had been done. I tried to nonchalantly turn and look at Jill to assess the situation, and saw that while still silent her mouth was now hanging open in disbelief. She knew. -------- Amie had tried, and tried hard. I had to admire the level of dedication she displayed in all of this for reasons yet not apparent. But she had failed. She must have known this, too, but she kept sucking and trying to pretend she was really enjoying this all. The situation clearly could not be salvaged, though, and we all knew it. I backed away one knee at a time even as she lunged forward trying to keep me in her mouth. You moved to assist by pushing the dog away from her with your absurdly large paws. Derek joined you and managed to get the dog back under control. Jill just stood there incredulous. At long last Amie looked up at Jill and their eyes met. Before any words could be spoken, Amie half-collapsed onto her side out of sheer exhaustion. No words were needed. Jill clearly had a plethora of questions she was burning to ask, but resisted. She helped Amie to her feet; ignoring the cum that was now running down Amie's pale leg. "Come on, let's get you back to the infirmary. You need to lay down for a bit." Amie's response came in half-whimpers as she began hobbling off with Jill's arm around for support. Derek and the couple with the dog had somehow slipped away while we were distracted. We were quite literally all alone. I voiced this fact. "Well yes," you replied. "More correctly we are alone and have no idea where we are except a hundred feet below an amusement park surrounded by naked people in the kinky part of the park." I considered this. "That could be a problem." "No, the more immediate problem is that we are both still in dog suits that neither of us can unzip on our own or with the other's help because of these stupid paws." "Actually, that shouldn't be so bad. We can just use our teeth. Hang on I'll start with your's." I leaned in but found it incredibly difficult to get the angle I needed due to the mask on my face. "Why do I feel like this is exactly the situation you wanted: head between my breasts going teeth first down my body?" I paused and looked up at her, my voice dripping sarcasm as I responded, "Yes this is exactly what I had in mind. Every part of this whole day has been just leading up so I could undo your zipper with my teeth." "Ok, well when you're done snapping at me there's a flyer on the bench right there that says "DarkerBreeze" on the front. I'm guessing it will give us a better idea of what is here, and where we are." I stopped grumbling and finished your suit. You stepped out of it, briefly admired your now furless form, and assisted me with mine. I shrugged and walked over to grab the flyer.