Nastya swept into her best friend's apartment, a tall blonde vision in white lace and tulle. She twirled around, the layers of her wedding dress billowing out around her like a cloud, as she made her way to the kitchen.
"Look at me, Katya!" she called, her voice ringing with excitement. "Isn't it gorgeous?"
Katya, a brunette with a sharp tongue and an even sharper wit, looked up from her laptop and raised an eyebrow. "You look like a giant cupcake," she said, deadpan.
Nastya stuck her tongue out and poured them each a shot of vodka. "You're just jealous because you're not the one getting married."
Katya snorted. "Please. I'd rather be single and successful than shackled to some boring businessman."
Nastya rolled her eyes and downed her shot. "He's not boring. He's successful and handsome and he loves me."
Katya shrugged. "If you say so. But if he ever hurts you, you know I'll be there to help you bury the body."
Nastya laughed and poured them another round. They drank and talked and laughed some more, until Katya's phone buzzed with a reminder for her business trip.
"I have to go," Katya said, standing up and gathering her things. "But you stay here and have fun. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Nastya saluted her with her shot glass. "Aye aye, captain."
Katya rolled her eyes and left, leaving Nastya alone in the apartment. She finished the bottle of vodka, her words slurring as she talked to herself about the wedding. Before she knew it, she was stumbling towards the couch, her dress tangled around her legs.
She collapsed onto the couch, her head spinning. She tried to take off her shoes, but her fingers were too clumsy. She gave up and closed her eyes, letting the darkness swallow her.
She was vaguely aware of movement in the room, but she was too drunk to care. She felt something warm and wet on her face, and she tried to push it away. But it was too strong.
She opened her eyes and saw two rottweilers standing over her, their tongues hanging out as they sniffed at her. She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn't cooperate.
The first rottweiler mounted her from behind, its paws on her hips as it hiked up her dress. Nastya tried to protest, but her words were slurred and unintelligible. The rottweiler thrust into her, its rough fur scratching against her thighs.
The second rottweiler approached her face and began to hump it. Nastya, in shock, opened her mouth to object, and the second rottweiler entered her mouth. She tried to push it away, but it was too strong.
Both dogs continued to fuck her, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. Nastya, unable to move, could only twitch her legs as the dogs took advantage of her. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she was too drunk to fight back.
The first rottweiler finished inside her, filling her with its seed. Nastya could feel it leaking out of her, warm and sticky. The second rottweiler followed soon after, its cum filling her mouth.
Nastya lay there, panting and exhausted, as the dogs licked her face and nuzzled her. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she couldn't deny the strange sense of satisfaction she felt.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, the dogs curled up beside her.
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