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Isabella and Ingrid in the Dog House - 2
by Lord Naughtius (no address provided)

***

Isabella nad Ingrid explore their sexuality in a world 
without borders. (FF/beast, sci-fi)

***

Chapter 2: The Wild West

The girls entered the door marked 'Wild West'. Just past 
the door was a normal dressing room with racks of chaps, 
vests, cowboy hats, cowboy boots and floor to ceiling 
mirrors. Ingrid and Isabella looked at each other, more 
than a little confused.

Suddenly Emmanuelle Chiriqui appeared at the opposite 
end of the room wearing only a cowboy hat and cowboy 
boots. "Hello," she said, startling the two girls. 
"Before you enter the wild west there is a dress code. 
You have to wear at least one of these items."

Ingrid and Isabella began picking out and trying on 
several combinations of chaps, vests and hats. None of 
the articles of clothing did anything to hide their 
nudity. The vests ended just below their breasts and had 
no fasteners to close them in the front. The chaps were 
form fitting at their thighs and flared out slightly in 
the calves. They only served to frame their pert asses 
and pussies.

Isabella decided on an ensemble consisting of a pair of 
dark brown chaps, reddish brown boots and a black cowboy 
hat. Ingrid wore a pair of light tan chaps, light tan 
boots and a white cowboy hat.

Emmanuelle led the girls to where she had originally 
appeared, revealing that it was actually the entrance to 
a hallway that was cleverly disguised with an identical 
paint job to the room and was at a right angle to the 
dressing room.

The hallway opened up to the outskirts of a desert town. 
Just steps from them was a wooden banner plaque raised 
on two pillars. 'Knotwood, it proclaimed in carved 
letters.

"Welcome to Knotwood," Emmanuelle said. "There is an 
element of role playing in the Wild West. Quests are 
available at the general store and at the sheriff's 
office. The Prancing Pony is the local watering hole. 
You'll find good drinks and they have a nightly show. 
The sheriff likes to welcome visitors to her town. 
She'll find you if you don't see her first."

Ingrid and Isabella bid Emmanuelle good bye and made 
their way into Knotwood. Like the Dog Park, no expense 
was spared to make Knotwood as real as possible within 
an underground facility. The ground felt like a real 
desert floor, the sun was approaching high noon and a 
hot, dry breeze was blowing.

The girls walked down the road towards the centre of 
town. The sun beat down harshly but the breeze felt 
pleasant on their nearly naked bodies.

Knotwood had two wide, long main streets running 
perpendicular to each other through the middle of town. 
The pillars of town life surrounded the intersection. 
The town hall, the sheriff's, the general store and the 
Prancing Pony Saloon stood on each corner. The town bank 
stood beside the town hall.

The girls did a tour of the town centre along the board 
walk in front of the buildings. The awnings each 
building had created a makeshift and colourful covered 
walkway. They started at the general store, on their 
left, whose sign proclaimed the proprietor to be Megan.

Isabella cupped her hands against the window pane and 
leaned in to get a look at the goods. Ingrid's eye was 
caught by the wanted posters beside the windows. Two 
showed two women who were wanted for bank robbery. They 
had the lower half of their faces covered with 
kerchiefs. 

Two others were wanted for cattle rustling while one was 
wanted for pick-pocketing. On the other side of the 
window were postings for day jobs. One needed someone to 
lead cattle to and from the river. Another needed a 
farmhand for the day and another was looking for 
volunteers to be sheriff deputies.

The two continued onto the town hall and bank. They 
heard voices behind them and turned to see some of the 
other patrons of Dog House enter the Wild West. A trio 
of girls closest to them had stopped at the general 
store, which had just opened. They seemed to be in their 
early twenties. There was an Asian, a Hispanic and a 
European although they seemed to be from North America, 
judging from their speech. The Asian and European wore 
chaps and cowboy hats while the Hispanic only wore a 
hat. All three opted to keep their own sandals rather 
than wear the provided cowboy boots.

"Liz!" the Hispanic said excitedly waving over the 
European who was looking through the store windows. The 
Asian had been looking at the wanted posters but she 
looked over at what the Hispanic was pointing at as 
well. "We can be deputies!"

"Cool." The Asian said, smiling. Let's go catch us some 
cattle rustlers."

Knotwood was filling up with more people and Ingrid and 
Isabella explored on. They passed by the bank and town 
hall which had also just opened their doors, but didn't 
seem too interesting. They crossed the street to the 
sheriff's office. They checked through the windows but 
couldn't see anyone inside. Ingrid glanced at the wanted 
posters but they were the same as the ones posted at the 
general store.

They crossed the street again, ending up at the Prancing 
Pony, across from the general store where they started 
from.

"Check it out." Isabella said, pointing to a poster. 
Ingrid looked over. The poster was a hand drawn pin up 
showing a busty, naked young woman sitting in a chair on 
stage with her right leg crossed over the other. A horse 
was standing behind her and she was reaching up to 
stroke his neck with her left hand. Her right hand was 
resting on her right thigh. Lying at her feet was a 
large dog looking up at her with a happy expression on 
his face.

A brunette girl wearing a cowboy hat, a vest and cowboy 
boots, pushed through the double doors of the saloon to 
greet her potential customers.

"Hello." The proprietor said. "You'll love the show 
tonight. It's been quite a splash with the recent 
clientele."

Ingrid and Isabella were completely stunned silent to 
see Natalie Portman before them.

"I'll keep an eye out for you two in the audience 
tonight." Natalie promised. She turned to wave to 
someone before going back inside.

The girls turned toward the street and saw another girl 
with brunette hair riding a white horse down the street. 
She was wearing a white cowboy hat, a vest, dusty-tan 
chaps and dark brown boots. As she passed by the 
Prancing Pony she waved at the girls visiting to her 
town. Isabella saw a sheriff's star pinned to her vest. 
She turned right at the intersection and rode her horse 
behind the back of the sheriff's office.

It took a minute before it dawned on Isabella. "That was 
Emilia Clarke!" she exclaimed. She didn't recognize her 
at first without her signature platinum blonde wig from 
her role on Game of Thrones.

Isabella and Ingrid walked into the Sheriff's office. 
Emilia sat behind her desk with her legs propped up on 
the surface and her hat pulled low over her eyes. A 
cream coloured Labrador Retriever and a black short-
haired Alpine Shepherd lay on the wooden floor. The dogs 
studied the new girls with their eyes but otherwise 
didn't move.

Emilia tilted the brim of her hat up with her right 
index finger, and regarded the new arrivals with her 
green eyes.

"Well, hello, citizens. I hope you're not in any 
trouble."

"No, no trouble at all." Ingrid reassured her, waving 
both her hands in front of her. "Actually, we'd like to 
be your deputies."

"Never let it be said that I didn't need the help." 
Emilia said, smiling. "Welcome aboard."

She stood up and walked over to a cabinet at the back 
wall near her desk. Isabella's eyes followed her ass as 
she went.

Emilia unlocked the cabinet and took out two gun belts, 
each with a single revolver attached. She handed a gun 
to each girl. "The Sheriff's department practically runs 
on volunteers. Don't let anyone else know that." She 
said, with a conspiratorial wink.

Ingrid and Isabella tightened the belts around their 
waists. The leather felt soft and supple against their 
bare skin, as if they were meant to be worn that way. 
"Which criminals would you like to catch?" Emilia asked.

"The cattle rustlers," Isabella replied.

"The rash of cattle theft has been a problem lately. The 
farms in the area have considered giving up cattle 
farming altogether and farming something less mobile. 
Take my dogs. They'll lead you to the rustler's last 
known location."

The dogs stood up obediently and followed the girls 
outside. From there the dogs took the lead. They ran 
ahead a short distance before stopping and seeing if the 
girls were following. The dogs lead them out the main 
entrance of town and down a winding road to the 
neighboring farmlands.

As they were walking they heard the sounds of horses 
galloping towards them. They stood on the side of the 
road to avoid getting run over. Two busty women came 
around the bend on their horses. The one in the lead 
rode a black Andalusian. The one bringing up the rear 
was riding a brown Palamino and leading a white horse on 
a rope. Both their ensembles were black and they had 
black kerchiefs covering the lower part of their faces. 
The riders passed them quickly, leaving the girls in 
their dust.

"Do you think those were the bank robbers we saw in the 
wanted posters?" Isabella asked.

Ingrid nodded. "That was the sheriff's horse behind 
them. They stole it so they could get away."

"Damn. This town is dire need of some help," Isabella 
said. "They must be the easiest targets in the world if 
two wanted criminals keep coming back to rob the only 
bank for miles."

"There's no way the sheriff can follow them. But at 
least we know the direction they're heading." Ingrid 
motioned to the dogs. "Hey boys!" she called, realizing 
that they had forgotten to get their names from the 
sheriff. "Get the scent!"

The dogs sniffed at the tracks the horses left in the 
road and walked quickly in the same direction. The girls 
followed behind them. They turned off the main road a 
short distance further. Ingrid spied a ranch house in 
the distance.

"Let's go around from there," she said, pointing to a 
low hilly area a distance to the left of the ranch house 
with some desert scrub growing on top. Isabella followed 
her lead.

As they approached the hills the ground changed from 
hard packed desert to sand. They walked up the short 
hill, going onto their knees, and then their stomachs as 
they got closer to the scrub bushes to avoid being seen.

Their vantage point offered them a view of the side of 
the house and some of the back. They could see three 
horses tied up at the fence. The girls were watering 
them and washing them. They had taken off their clothes 
to avoid getting their leather wet.

The girls watched as they finished cleaning their 
horses, and then got the shock of their lives when one 
of them went underneath the brown horse and began 
rubbing around his sheathe. She was obviously very 
skilled as the horse's cock came out quickly. She got it 
hard in an instant and began licking around the flared 
tip. Her partner in crime sat on the lower rung of the 
fence, spread her legs and began rubbing herself.

"Oh my god!" Isabella exclaimed.

"Fucking animals must be a requirement just to get in 
the door here," Ingrid replied, smiling. "Anyway, we 
could get into the house now. We could go out the back 
door and surprise them with our gu-uuuugh."

After following the nearly naked girls around for what 
felt like ages, the dogs couldn't help themselves. They 
simply had to have them. Isabella was watching the horse 
action and hadn't seen the Lab sneak up on Ingrid and 
lick her exposed pussy.

"Our wha-aaaggh," she began, and was interrupted by the 
Alpine Shepherd's tongue against her slit.

The girls writhed around on the sand as they submitted 
to a canine tongue lashing. They tried being quiet but 
the dogs were working magic with their tongues and they 
couldn't hold it in anymore. They were soon moaning 
freely.

As the dog licked her, Isabella was subconsciously 
raising her ass up on her knees and pushing against the 
dog's snout. When she was close to a sufficient height, 
the Shepherd jumped forward and mounted her. Isabella 
opened her eyes in surprise at the sudden change. The 
dog gripped her tightly between his forepaws and humped 
at her, trying to get his dick in her. She felt his 
hard, slick rod slide all over her pussy until her found 
her entrance. She felt him ease his tip in and then he 
thrust his entire length into her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed pleasantly.

The dog shifted his hind legs to get a better position 
and Isabella could feel his knot pressing against her 
labia. He began thrusting in and out of her at full 
force, slamming his knot against her pussy at a 
jackhammer's pace. The interruption to her earlier 
orgasm was more than made up for. Isabella felt it 
quickly build inside her and explode out in waves of 
bliss.

"Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! Yesauuugh!" Isabella cried out as 
she came. The Shepherd was only getting started, and 
only gripped her harder to keep her in place as he 
continued fucking her.

The Lab was still licking Ingrid. She was also slowly 
raising her ass but the dog only got her about four 
inches up. She was resting her head on her right arm 
while her left spread open her pussy. The dog licked her 
with short, quick swipes of his tongue but also went 
nice and deep inside her. Her orgasm had been building 
for a while and it didn't take much more to push her 
over.

"Fuuuuuck, yeeees!" Ingrid screamed as she came. She 
flopped back down on the ground to relax. In her post 
orgasmic bliss she was aware of the dog still poking 
around her nether regions.

She looked over at Isabella and saw her being made a 
complete bitch by her dog. Her upper body was on the 
ground, her breasts against the soft sand. She had 
raised her ass up on her knees for her dog, who was 
happily pounding away. Ingrid noted the chaps they wore 
protected their thighs from the dog's claws. Isabella 
was resting her head on her right arm. Her left was 
propped up on its elbow, framing her head. She would run 
her fingers through her hair whenever the dog fucked her 
in a particularly enjoyable way.

Looking behind her Ingrid saw her Lab standing behind 
her with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tail 
wagging and cock ready for action.

Ingrid got up on all fours. Seeing her pussy presented 
to him, the dog wasted no time mounting his bitch.

"Ahhhh!" Ingrid moaned as the dog penetrated her. The 
Lab fucked her with the same intensity as the Shepherd 
fucked Isabella.

The dogs had both girls moaning and mewling in the sand 
as they fucked them. The added weight of the dogs caused 
the girls to make deep ruts in the sand with their 
knees.

Isabella was close to having her second orgasm with the 
same dog. She had her head down on her arm and her eyes 
closed. The dog fucked her harder and faster as he was 
about to cum. She could feel the Shepherd behind her 
trying to stuff his knot into her with each thrust. He 
would thrust and then push a little, trying to force 
that hard, round ball into her.

Isabella felt the Shepherd fuck her a few more times and 
suddenly the knot slipped past her pussy lips and locked 
them together. The dog barked with joy as he felt 
himself go completely inside his bitch. She felt him 
shoot inside her. Hot jets of dog cum painted her 
vaginal walls. The sensation pushed her over the edge, 
giving her her third orgasm of the hour.

"Aaaaah!" Isabella moaned as she came.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Ingrid moaned. She could feel the Lab 
tightening his grip around her and fucking her harder. 
Suddenly he stopped and she could feel his large knot 
pushing against her, threatening to split her open. Hot 
jets of cum erupted from his pulsing prick and flooded 
her pussy. She braced her hands against the ground and 
pushed back against him. Together, they knotted with 
each other.

"Aaaaaaah!" Ingrid screamed as she came with the Lab.

Both girls collapsed onto the sand, panting, after their 
orgasms. The dogs turned themselves around and stood 
watch while they were tied to their bitches. The girls 
looked at each other, smiled and laughed at their 
predicament.

What had started out as a silent stakeout had turned out 
to be neither quiet nor stealthy. The dogs started 
pulling out prematurely. Having learned quickly from the 
Dog House staff, the girls broke the knots themselves, 
saving their pussies from an unpleasant future. The dogs 
were satisfied for the time being and cleaned themselves 
off. The girls resumed their stakeout while dog cum 
dripped from their pussies.

"Do you think they heard us?" Isabella asked.

Ingrid looked towards the ranch through the shrubs. "I 
don't think so. They're still fucking their horses. "

Isabella turned to look as well. They had switched 
places now. The girl on the fence was now underneath the 
Palamino while the other girl was leaning against the 
fence.

"That is so hot," Isabella said, as she watched the girl 
stroke her horse to full hardness. "Would you want to 
fuck a horse?" she asked Ingrid.

Ingrid's eyes bulged wide. "Me?" she replied, 
astonished. She had never considered it before. Her 
trysts remained solely with dogs because it was easier 
to conceal her love for the animal.

Isabella picked up on her hesitation and changed the 
subject. "We should arrest those two while they're still 
distracted."

The girls moved off toward the ranch house, keeping 
clear of the back area. They went up to the front door, 
making as little noise as they could going up the wooden 
porch steps. Isabella tried the door knob and found it 
unlocked. The thieves had gotten cocky after robbing the 
same town many times. She entered the building, holding 
the door for Ingrid and the dogs.

Laid out on the only table in the room were stacks of 
money with more uncounted in bank bags. Hanging from the 
backs of the chairs were the robber's gun belts. 
Isabella led the way to the back door, pulling out her 
revolver as she went. Looking through the window beside 
the door she saw the robbers were still busy with the 
horse.

Looking at Ingrid she nodded once and quickly opened the 
door. She burst through and pointed her gun at the 
criminals. "Hands in the air!" she yelled. Ingrid raced 
out after her and raised her gun as well. Only one of 
the robbers could comply. The other was at the mercy of 
the horse. The girls waited a few awkward minutes while 
the beast continued to fuck his mate.

The horse gave a few snorts and came, unloading his 
balls into his mare. The girl came with him, screaming 
out her orgasm. Ingrid and Isabella watched, mesmerized 
as all the cum seemed to spray back out of her stuffed 
cunt with every spurt.

Once he was done, the horse dismounted and trotted away. 
Isabella and Ingrid were awestruck to see the criminals 
were none other than Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek.

The girls quickly restrained the criminals and used 
their own horses to carry them and their stolen loot 
back to town. They rode double on the sheriff's horse 
and the dogs walked at their side.

Isabella and Ingrid rode down the main road with their 
prisoners. Other players in the streets looked up at 
them as they passed by. Emilia Clarke came out of the 
sheriff's office with a pleased smile on her face.

"You two are among the best deputies I've ever had," she 
said. "These two are supposed to be shipped to Central 
City immediately upon capture. They're wanted so badly 
they can start a trial for these two at a moment's 
notice."

The girls helped the prisoners off the horses and put 
them in the back of a covered wagon. Emilia took over 
for the driver and drove out of Knotwood.

Ingrid and Isabella led the sheriff's horse and the two 
captured horses around the back of the sheriff's office 
and closed the back gate. The dogs followed them into 
the office where they hung up their guns.

"That was a job well done. What now?" Ingrid inquired.

"I don't know about you but that dog got my chaps 
dirty." Isabella said, twisting her body and craning her 
neck to look behind her. "I think I saw a hose out back. 
I'm going to wash these out." She took off her chaps 
and, after a glance at the back of her boots, took those 
off as well. Naked but for her hat, she went outside. 
Ingrid examined herself and took off her chaps and boots 
as well and followed her out.

Isabella quickly found the hose and carefully rinsed her 
leather clothes. She hung her chaps over the fence and 
laid her boots against the office wall. Ingrid did the 
same and joined Isabella at the fence to bask in the 
sun.

Isabella was looking at the horses nearby. The robber's 
horses were exploring their new surroundings while the 
sheriff's horse stood at the fence, looking at the open 
wilderness. Her earlier thoughts of having amorous 
relations with a horse surfaced again. She approached 
the white stud and stroked his neck.

"You are a beautiful animal," she purred. "Does the 
sheriff reward you like the robbers reward their horses 
after a job well done?"

She traced her hand across his body and glanced 
underneath his body. His cock was already out at half 
mast.

"Doesn't look like it," she commented. She knelt 
underneath him and nearly knocked her hat off her head. 
She took it off and tossed it away, not looking where 
she threw it.

Ingrid had been close by, mesmerized by the size of the 
horse's endowment. Isabella practically thrust her hat 
into her stomach. She took it and put it on a fence 
post, then sat down on the bottom rung to watch the 
show.

Isabella stroked him to full hardness. She licked the 
flared fringes of his cock head and then tongued around 
his opening, lightly teasing him. She ran her hands up 
and down his shaft as she ran her tongue over his flared 
tip. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she stuffed 
the head of the horse's large penis past her lips.

Ingrid looked on, wide eyed as she watched Isabella suck 
on the horse's dick. She could see her cheeks bulge out 
from trying to contain his massive girth. Even so, 
Isabella was moving her head back and forth, trying her 
best to fellate this beautiful beast.

Isabella had her eyes closed, moaning around the horse's 
cock head while she stroked his shaft with both hands. 
The horse was leaking precum into her mouth. She 
savoured its heavy taste as it flowed over her tongue, 
swallowing it as it flooded her mouth. She alternated 
between sucking the head of his cock and running her 
tongue around the flared tip in her mouth.

Despite having had nothing touch her pussy since the dog 
from earlier, she found her body responding. She began 
thrusting her hips a bit and shifting her legs open and 
closed. She moaned louder and moved her head back and 
forth faster. She felt the horse's cock pulse along the 
shaft and prepared herself for his load.

Ingrid was pleasuring herself the entire time. She was 
rubbing herself faster now and squeezing her left 
breast. She was close to cumming but wanted to time it 
with the horse. Suddenly she saw Isabella's cheeks 
balloon out. A few streams of white liquid squirted out 
from the corners of her mouth. Isabella's eyes opened 
wide and she jerked her mouth off the horse's cock.

His next spurt splattered across Isabella's face and 
went up into her hair, leaving a damp, white streak down 
the middle of her head. Isabella leaned back and 
received the remainder of his load on her tits. Spurt 
after spurt of jism erupted from his tip and splashed on 
her body. When he was finally done the entire front of 
her body from her face to her crotch was covered in 
white goo. Some of it was already running down her inner 
thighs.

Ingrid finished herself off with the sight of a cum-
covered Isabella and then went to help her up. She was 
amazed at how much the horse had pumped out over her 
friend. Isabella smiled as she accepted her help.

"Do you want a turn?" she asked. "He's still ready for 
it."

Ingrid turned her head towards the white stallion's 
cock. Indeed, the horse was still fully erect.

"I don't know," Ingrid said, hesitantly. She had to 
admit it was a huge turn on watching Isabella pleasure 
the horse, but she simply wasn't ready for something so 
big inside her. "Maybe later."

"Alright," Isabella said, sensing Ingrid would need some 
help expanding her horizons. "I'm going to need your 
help again." She went over to the fence, braced her 
hands against it and bent over at the waist. She looked 
back at Ingrid. "I need you to put him in my pussy."

Ingrid grabbed the horse's mane and led him over to 
Isabella's prone body. She jumped back as the horse 
reared up suddenly and tried to mount her. He put his 
front hooves on the top railing of the fence. His cock 
slapped Isabella on her lower back. Ingrid grabbed his 
cock and positioned it in front of Isabella's pussy. 
Seeing it up close brought it home for Ingrid. How was 
Isabella going to handle such a large cock?

She was about to push the head of his cock into her 
friend when the horse thrust forward, plunging his cock 
into his mare.

"Oh!" Ingrid cried out in shock as the flared tip 
disappeared inside Isabella's pussy.

"Ahhh!" Isabella moaned.

Ingrid stood back and watched the horse thrust in and 
out of her. It didn't seem like he could get much into 
her but he was still making Isabella moan like a 
banshee. The difference in size between them had her 
slack-jawed. Isabella practically looked tiny underneath 
that animal.

She bent over a bit to see how Isabella did it and was 
shocked to see an outline of the horse's cock bulging 
out from her stomach. She wondered if it hurt, but 
Isabella didn't show any sign of pain.

Indeed, Isabella had already cum twice and was close to 
a third. The horse stretched her out to the max and his 
cock felt wonderful inside her. The flared tip, similar 
to ribbed condoms, seemed to be made for her pleasure.

The horse let out a whinny as it came. Feeling his hot 
cum flood her pussy pushed Isabella over the edge and 
she came as well.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned loudly.

Ingrid watched as the horse's load sprayed out of 
Isabella's stuffed pussy. His cock slipped out of her 
slick slit and slid over her back as the horse thrust 
forward to try to get back in again. The horse continued 
cumming the entire time. Spurts of his jism landed on 
Isabella's back. Others landed in her hair. By the time 
he was done Isabella was covered in his love juice. The 
horse dismounted and trotted away, completely satisfied.

Isabella collapsed onto her knees. Ingrid stepped up 
tentatively.

"So good," Isabella said, in barely a whisper.

Ingrid smiled, glad her friend wasn't hurt. She knelt 
down behind her. Her pussy was still leaking horse cum. 
She was amazed at how wide the horse had spread her 
open. She was even more amazed to see her friend's pussy 
recovering before her eyes. Already it was closing and 
regaining its shape.

She brought her face to Isabella's pussy and licked it, 
tasting horse cum for the first time. She noted how 
different it was to dog cum and went in for more.

Isabella could barely talk at this point and simply 
shuddered with pleasure as Ingrid cleaned out her pussy. 
When she felt her stop she turned herself around and sat 
on the ground. She looked up into Ingrid's face, who was 
simply staring at her.

The half-Japanese girl was quite a sight. Nearly every 
inch of her above her knees was covered in cum.

Ingrid sat down beside her and waited until she was 
ready to move.

"What time is it?" Isabella asked when she got up.

Ingrid simply shrugged. It was impossible to tell inside 
the themed rooms. Despite how realistic it was, the sun 
never changed position in the sky.

"Would you like to try one?" she asked Ingrid. "We could 
be farmhands next."

"Let's come back tomorrow."

"Alright." Isabella said. She stood up and looked down 
at her cum covered body. "I'm afraid you'll have to 
carry everything."

Ingrid grabbed their dried chaps, boots and hats. The 
two went back into the sheriff's office where Emilia was 
seated at her desk. Emilia noted their surprised faces 
and looked appreciatively at Isabella.

"I didn't want to disturb you," she said. "You two enjoy 
yourselves some more."

They exited the sheriff's office and walked down main 
street to the town entrance. Several other girls were 
walking the same way, including the trio they saw 
earlier. They all had dried cum on their inner thighs 
while the Hispanic also had cum on her entire back, and 
in her hair.

When the groups saw each other they gave each other a 
look over. Isabella saw the Hispanic also had cum over 
the front of her body.

"What did you do today?" the Hispanic asked.

"Sheriff's deputies," Ingrid answered.

The Hispanic raised her eyebrows as she looked at 
Isabella.

"I took care of her horse," she answered to the unasked 
question. "What about you?"

"Farmhands." The Hispanic answered. "This was a horse." 
She said, indicating her front. "This was a donkey." She 
said, turning around to show her back.

Isabella gave Ingrid a pat on the bum. The Hispanic 
noticed their personal signal. "You've never tried 
before?" she asked. "These two haven't either." She 
said, indicating her friends. "Why don't we introduce 
them together?"

"That's a splendid idea," Isabella said with a smile. 
"I'm Isabella ." she said, extending her hand.

"Vicky," the Hispanic said, shaking it. "This is Liz and 
Stephanie." She said, pointing to the European and the 
Asian.

"Ingrid." Isabella gestured to her friend. They all 
shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

After returning their borrowed clothes the group of new 
friends parted ways in the lobby with everyone going 
separate ways. Isabella and Ingrid went back to their 
room where their clock told them it was ten o'clock in 
the evening.

"Where did the day go?" Isabella wondered out loud. "We 
only went to two, maybe three rooms?"

"Two," Ingrid replied. "That's still pretty good on our 
first day."

Isabella nodded in agreement. "I'll shower and then we 
can pick up the boys."

Ingrid showered as well. She didn't bother putting on 
any clothes afterward. It was clearly not necessary in 
Dog House.

Isabella was soon ready and the two went down to the 
lobby. At the concierge desk they gave their room number 
to the receptionist, who entered the information into 
her computer. "One of your dogs is in the Dog Park and 
the other two are in Unleashed Beach."

The two thanked her and went down to pick up their pets. 
Back at their room the dogs each chose a spot on the 
floor and laid down to sleep, tired from fucking random 
girls all day.

Ingrid and Isabella were equally tired. They ordered 
some room service and had a late dinner while they 
watched TV. There were the basic cable channels and the 
Dog House channels. They flipped through them, seeing 
familiar scenes like the Dog Park and the Wild West, 
only it was celebrities having sex with the animals. 
There was only one girl Ingrid didn't recognize. She was 
performing in a burlesque show in the Prancing Pony.

"That's Portia!" Isabella exclaimed.

"Who?" Ingrid inquired.

"We met her in the Dog Park, remember?" Isabella 
replied.

Ingrid recalled the blonde girl who had said she worked 
with Madeleine.

The two snuggled each other while they watched Portia 
being owned by the large dog on screen. Isabella eased 
her hand between Ingrid's legs and rubbed her pussy. 
Ingrid gave Isabella a sensual kiss and reciprocated.

"Mmmmm," Isabella moaned, when Ingrid touched her just 
right.

Ingrid fumbled around for the remote with her free hand, 
turned off the TV and gave Isabella her full attention. 
She latched onto one of Isabella's nipples with her 
mouth and plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. 
Listening to her moans, Ingrid sped up her pumping and 
fingered Isabella to orgasm.

When she had her head straight again, Isabella pushed 
Ingrid's thighs apart and dove between them to lick her 
pussy. She quickly flicked back and forth over her clit, 
making Ingrid scream in pleasure. She started fingering 
her again while she ate her out and soon brought Ingrid 
to an earth shattering orgasm.

Ingrid lay panting in the bed as she rested from her 
intense orgasm. Isabella turned off the lights and 
snuggled up next to her. Tomorrow was going to be an 
eventful day.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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