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Cartooniverse Mother-Daughter Crossover Sextacular	By : GeorgeGlass Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 16243 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the fandoms referenced in this story see list at the start of chapter 1, and I made no money from writing it.

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Chapter 4: The Surprise Event
The curtains had just closed. Now, the auditorium was abuzz as the members of the audience chatted ardently amongst themselves about what they had just seen in the hardcore competition and shared wild speculations about what the final competition would be. Then Johnny Bravo emerged from the wings, another sheet of paper in his hand.
“Before we get to our fourth and final contest,” Johnny called, “we’ve got another kind of action for you. Performing some butt-kickin’ stunts for your enjoyment, teenage super-spy Kim Possible and her archenemy, Shego!”
The audience applauded, and their applause only got louder as Kim and Shego emerged onto the stage, each in her own spotlight.
“Wow, Kim Possible,” a young, clean-shaven Bow said to his friends Adora and Glimmer. “Not only is she one of the best non-powered fighters in the Cartooniverse, but she’s about as sexy as children’s cartoon characters get. I mean-” he quickly added, “-not that you guys aren’t sexy, it’s just-”
“In my defense,” Adora interrupted, “if Netflix let me wear a belly-shirt instead of this dumb jacket with the pointy shoulder pads, I’d look pretty damn hot, too.”
“Exactly,” Glimmer griped. “Same if they’d given me actual boobs, which would totally go with the rest of my body type.”
“What the hell is Netflix?” a twenty-something She-Ra asked, sitting behind Adora and between a white, mustachioed Bow and a version of Glimmer whose body seemed to have been made from the same mold as She-Ra’s. “And how come they’re such prudes? Back in our day, we all dressed like Gladiator Barbie, and no one batted an eye.”
“Ooooh, Gladiator Barbie sounds like a great idea!” Barbie butted in. “Ken, let’s bring that up at our next meeting at Mattel.”
Kim Possible and Shego now stood facing each other at opposite ends of the stage. Between them, Johnny held a red flag up above his head.
“Ready?” he called. Then he whipped the flag downward and shouted “Fight!”
Kim ran at Shego and launched into a flying kick, causing Johnny to scramble backward out of the way. Shego’s fists lit up with green energy, and she took a swing at the flying Kim—connecting solidly with her midsection and sending her sprawling to the floor. Kim flipped herself back to her feet and began trading punches with Shego.
“You were supposed to dodge that kick, not counterpunch!” the young agent hissed.
“I thought knocking you to the floor would be more entertaining,” Shego replied flatly.
“C’mon, Shego, this is for charity. I’m giving my share to the Middleton Orphanage.”
“Well, my charity is a beach hotel in the Bahamas,” Shego retorted. She threw an energy-enhanced hook punch at Kim’s head, which the teenage spy ducked.
“They call this entertainment?” Holli Would pouted, tossing her platinum-blonde hair in a fit of pique. “I should be up there performing. This audience wants a hot chanteuse, not a pair of circus freaks.”
“Aw, give it a rest,” Nails the spider replied. “Everybody knows you’re the poor man’s Jessica Rabbit, and she’s already been on.”
“Oh, my Kimmy is so talented,” Dr. Ann Possible said, looking admiringly at her daughter on stage.
“She gets it from her mother,” Dr. James Possible replied. He squeezed his wife’s hand. “I’ll never forget the year you and Kimmy-cub won this contest. Your performance gave me a boner like a Saturn V rocket booster.”
“And I’ll never forget how many times you ‘blasted off’ inside me after we got home,” Ann replied. “I could hardly stand up for my circumferential corticectomy the next morning.”
Kim leaped into the air and threw a spinning kick at Shego’s head. Shego ducked it, then flung herself at Kim, seizing the neck of her belly shirt with both hands.
“You were supposed to pretend to get hit!” Kim hissed.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to make this entertaining,” Shego replied. “And I know exactly how.”
In the audience, a boy in a striped shirt with sleeves that were clearly too long for him turned to the short-statured Black kid sitting next to him and said, “Craig, when you found the flyer for this show in the Creek, you said there were gonna be cannons.”
“Um, no,” Craig replied. “The flyer said the show wasn’t going to be canon.”
“Which means,” their friend Kelsey added, patting the PVC sword at her side, “that it doesn’t keep to the established facts of the original source material.”
“How do you know that?” Craig asked.
“I read a LOT of Ythrith of Scriggith fanfic.”
JP gawked as Shego yanked sharply and ripped Kim’s top open down the middle, exposing Kim’s white sports bra.
“Even without cannons,” JP concluded, “I think I like this show pretty good.”
“Hey!” Kim shouted at Shego. Then, without even thinking, she returned the favor by pulling hard on Shego’s green-and-black belt until the button gave way and flew off, leaving Shego’s jacket hanging open.
“Now it’s a show!” Shego shouted gleefully.
Kim, recovering her composure and trying to get back to their choreographed routine, launched into a jumping front kick at Shego’s head. Shego dived and rolled out of the way, then fired a beam of green energy that was aimed at Kim’s belt. The beam narrowly missed shearing off the belt and instead cut through a rope somewhere in the wings. A boy sitting in the front row, his face largely obscured by the hood of his orange jacket, managed half a scream before a stage light fell from above and crushed him to a bloody pulp. The two boys seated on either side of the victim looked agog at their friend’s corpse before hollering in outrage.
“Oh my gosh, they killed Kenny!”
“You bastards!”
Meanwhile, backstage, Isabella was in a state of elation as she and her mother got dressed for the ultimate round of the competition.
“I can’t believe we made it to the finals!” the girl shouted. “What do you think the last competition is going to be?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, yingelija,” Vivian replied, using the Hebrew-Spanish word for “cute little daughter.” Then she added, “Probably better.”
“Well,” Isabella said, “from what I’ve read about the mystery competitions from past Mother-Daughter Sextaculars, they’ve done gangbangs, lesbian orgies with random women from the audience, a cocksucking contest, all kinds of stuff. But I don’t think they’re going to do any of those again, so I don’t know what we might have to do.” She briefly shivered with excitement as she added, “But I think I like that.”
On stage, Shego had closed the distance between herself and Kim and had managed to cut Kim’s belt off with an energy-enhanced swipe of her clawed hand. Now, Kim retaliated by leaping right over Shego’s head, performing a front flip with a half-twist, and using the momentum of her landing to yank Shego’s jacket down, simultaneously pinning Shego’s arms to her sides and exposing the rather minimal black tank top she wore under the jacket. Snarling with rage at having her arms trapped, Shego used her powers to explode the jacket into shreds—inadvertently destroying Shego’s tank top and bra as well. The audience cheered at the exposure of Shego’s green breasts with their black nipples.
“This what you had in mind, Shego?” Kim asked tauntingly as her opponent spun around to face her.
“Oh, you’re gonna see what I have in mind,” Shego retorted. “And so will everyone else!”
All choreography forgotten, she leaped at Kim and tackled her by her legs to the floor before grabbing the teenager’s white sports bra between the cups and pulling so hard that the stretchy fabric extended until it tore. The two torn ends of the elastic undergarment snapped back into Shego’s face.
“Aaaagh!” Shego screamed, falling over backward and putting her hands to the stinging skin around her eyes as she rolled onto her stomach.
Too caught up in the moment to think about trying to get the act back on track—or to cover her perky, pink-nippled boobs—Kim saw an opportunity and grabbed Shego’s pants by the waist, then yanked them down to her knees. The audience cheered at the reveal of Shego’s surprisingly petite black panties, which barely covered her green-toned ass. And they cheered even louder when Kim ripped those flimsy panties off.
In the wings, Johnny was watching this action raptly, until Snagglepuss approached him and pointed urgently at his watch.
“Heavens to Murgatroyd, look at the time! You need to get the final competition started.”
“Aw, shoot, already?” Johnny replied. “Uh, um, okay!”
He dashed out onto the stage, stopping right behind the two grappling young women. Then he raised his red flag high above his head and brought it down rapidly.
“Winner, Kim Possible!” he shouted.
As the audience erupted with applause, the topless Kim waved at them gleefully. Then she trotted off stage. The fuming, naked Shego snatched up her clothing and hurried off after Kim.
Backstage, Lois and Meg were getting ready in their dressing room, and Lois was nervous. Yes, she and Meg had made it to the finals, but they were in last place. And now they were going into the last competition without any idea what it might be. But it was probably something even raunchier than the hardcore competition, so Lois had chosen outfits for the two of them that would be amenable to getting down and dirty. She herself was wearing a green teddy so gauzy and diaphanous that it could easily be torn right off her if need be. Beneath that, she had on satiny green crotchless panties and a matching demi-bra so “demi” that the cups only covered the bottom curve of her breasts, leaving her pink nipples exposed. For Meg, Lois had selected the least unflattering thing she could think of: a loose silk nightie in the same satiny green as Lois’ bra-and-panty set, worn over a green bustier that squeezed the girl’s tits upward to the maximum extent possible, and green silk control-top panties.
“Meg,” Lois said, “I don’t know what we’re gonna have to do out there, but I need you to be the biggest slut you can be. I know you’re gonna have to dig deep, but-”
“All contestants to the stage, please,” a voice announced over the PA system. “All contestants to the stage.”
Moments later, the three pairs of finalists emerged from the wings and formed a line at the foot of the stage, in front of the closed curtain. Like Team Griffin, Teams Garcia-Shapiro and Parr didn’t know the specifics of the upcoming event but had assumed that it would involve hard-core action and had dressed accordingly. Vivian Garcia-Shapiro wore a red dress with a plunging neckline and a silver zipper down the back—clearly designed for both maximum sexiness and easy access. Her daughter wore a dress of the same red fabric but that had an even higher hemline than the one she’d worn for the kissing event, such that almost every step she took gave the audience a peek at her cute pink panties, which matched her pink hair bow.
As for Team Parr, Helen and Violet had again donned matching outfits. This time, per Helen’s preference, they had thrown modesty to the winds and put on nothing more than an orange string bikini with a top whose little triangles covered Helen and Violet’s nipples but left the rest of their breasts exposed.
On the opposite side of the stage from the contestants, Johnny took the mic from its stand.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the last event of the night. None of the contestants have been told in advance what this part of the competition will be. So without further ado, our final round of the evening is…”
Johnny doffed his sunglasses and squinted at the paper, apparently concerned that he wasn’t reading it right. Then he shrugged, looked up at the audience, and finished,
“…DOG FUCKING!”
The crowd went crazy with hooting, whistling, and cheering. It was clear that most of the audience members were thrilled by the prospect of watching the six finalists get doggystyled by actual dogs.
Once the noise died down, Johnny continued to read, “For this event, each of our three remaining teams will select two of the six canine volunteers you see on our screen.”
On the screen above Johnny appeared six photos of dogs. Each pic was labeled at the bottom with the dog’s name and a couple of stats.
Name: Brain
Weight: 121 lbs
Cock size: 7.5 inches

Name: Dudley Puppy
Weight: 178 lbs
Cock size: 7 inches

Name: Gromit
Weight: 132 lbs
Cock size: 9 inches

Name: Marmaduke
Weight: 192 lbs
Cock size: 12 inches

Name: Odie
Weight: 25 lbs
Cock size: 5.5 inches

Name: Scooby-Doo
Weight: 174 lbs
Cock size: 11.5 inches

“Then,” Johnny continued, “for the next twenty minutes, anything goes! The team that puts on the most exciting show with their new canine cock-buddies wins!”
As the crowd cheered wildly, Judy said, “That’s quite an array of dog-talent up there. Daria, which dog do you think would be the smartest choice for our contestants?”
“Probably not Scooby-Doo,” Daria replied. “If he’s anything like his best friend, he’s a stoner who can’t get it up. I’d go with Brain—from what I hear, he’s got plenty of experience banging a young girl.”
On stage, the six remaining contestants looked up at the screen. Vivian Garcia-Shapiro and Violet Parr looked apprehensive. Helen Parr examined the pictures as though studying a battle plan. Isabella seemed intrigued, and Lois even more so.
“Well, sweetie,” Lois said to Meg, “you ready to try a little dog-fuckin’? My, this takes me back to my days pledgin’ a sorority.”
Lois’ eyebrows lowered a bit as she looked at her daughter’s face. Meg was staring at the screen, open-mouthed but silent.
“Meg, honey?” Lois said, waving a hand in front of the girl’s face. “You okay? Don’t crap out on me now.”
“This is perfect,” Helen whispered to Violet. “With my powers, I can take any cock, no matter how big. All we have to do is pick the dogs with the biggest dicks and let them fuck the hell out of us, and we’ll win for sure.”
“But Mom,” Violet replied, anxiously, “my powers won’t help me take-”
“The team currently in last place will get first pick,” Johnny went on. Then a spotlight appeared on Lois and Meg. “Team Griffin, which two dogs do you choose?”
Suddenly, Meg snapped out of her catatonia.
“Scooby-Doo and Marmaduke,” she said in a whisper. Then, shouting, she repeated, “Scooby-Doo and Marmaduke!”
“Meg, sweetheart,” Lois said, startled, “are you sure? Those are the biggest-dicked dogs they got!”
“Yes!” Meg cried.
“Team Griffin chooses Scooby-Doo and Marmaduke!” Johnny said.
“Wait a second,” said Go Go Tomago, her hand pausing mid-reach in her bucket of popcorn. “Marmaduke is from a comic strip, not a cartoon.”
“You’re forgetting,” replied Fred Frederickson as he scooped up some popcorn from around Go Go’s wrist, “the Heathcliff and Marmaduke animated series from 1981.”
“Pretty sure everybody’s forgotten that,” said Wasabi. He eyed the tub of touched-too-much popcorn and grimaced.
An assistant walked into the booth and handed Judy and Daria each a folder containing a fact sheet about the no-longer-secret dog-fucking competition.
“Looks like Team Griffin likes a challenge,” Judy said into her mic. “Both dogs weigh in at over a hundred and eighty pounds and have cocks roughly a foot long. And I should add that those measurements do not include dogs’ cock-knots.”
“Wow,” Daria replied, clearly a bit amazed by Team Griffin’s choices. “That is a lot of dog-dick.”
“Now,” Johnny continued, “Team Garcia-Shapiro has next pick. Which two dogs will they choose?”
Isabella whispered in her mother’s ear. The woman nodded, then turned to Johnny.
“We choose Brain and Gromit,” Vivian announced.
“Ah, our two cerebral canines,” Judy said as she glanced at her fact sheet. “Each weighing approximately a hundred and thirty pounds, and each packing seven to nine inches of thick canine cockflesh.”
“Smart dogs are probably a smart choice,” Daria added. “I’d hate to be on a team that gets stuck with really stupid ones…”
“By default,” Johnny read on, “Team Parr will be getting busy with our last two dogs: Dudley Puppy, and—let me make sure I’m pronouncing this right—Oh-Dee.”
“…and that would be Team Parr,” Daria finished.
Now, the curtain rose to reveal three king beds, each with a spotlight on it. Next to each bed was a nightstand with a dispenser bottle of water-based lube. The two dogs chosen by each team were either sitting or lying down on one of the beds. Some of the dogs were slowly stroking their red cocks in anticipation.
“All three teams will be performing simultaneously for your enjoyment,” Johnny read. “So get ready, ladies and dogs…On your marks, get set, fuck!”
Meg practically leaped onto the right-hand bed with the two biggest dogs. She literally tore off her satiny green gown and then wrestled her panties off like they were on fire.
Now wearing only her green bustier, Meg got down on all fours on the bed and seized Scooby-Doo’s flaccid cock in both hands. She began massaging it vigorously as she looked back over her shoulder at the surprised Marmaduke.
“Fuck me,” Meg demanded, her iris-less pupils so dilated with lust that her eyes were more black than white. “Get that big dick into me!”
Marmaduke might have been half again Meg’s size, but he seemed to have no desire to risk defying the owner of that crazed voice. Besides, her plump, bare ass looked inviting, and her glistening-wet pussy even more so.
Marmaduke jumped onto Meg’s back and made several experimental thrusts of his foot-long, red member before its conical head encountered her entrance and plunged in.
“Yes!” Meg cried out.
Then, even as Marmaduke started fucking her good and hard, Meg’s maniacal gaze turned back to Scooby-Doo as she continued working his cock in her hands.
“Ruh-roh,” the dog said nervously.
“Fuck my mouth,” Meg hissed, her voice shaky from Marmaduke’s powerful, rhythmic thrusts. “No, forget that—fuck my throat. Make me swallow your cock!”
Generally, Scooby-Doo much preferred female dogs to female humans. He had banged Jenna, Lady, and Blue on many occasions, and he’d fucked his way through all fifty-one of the Dalmatian girls. But the only humans he’d ever plowed were Daphne and Velma—and then only because they had bribed him with Scooby Snacks.
But this human girl was different. Her thick white body was like that of a purebred French bulldog, and the look on her face reminded Scooby strongly of a schnauzer in heat. So the next thing he knew, his “red rocket” was erect and ready for takeoff.
He seized Meg’s head between his paws and, as requested, shoved his long, thick cock into Meg’s mouth and down her throat in one long, slow stroke. Meg looked up at him with big, eager eyes and gurgled triumphantly. The working of her throat muscles added to Scooby’s pleasure.
In the audience, Fluttershy exclaimed “Oh, my!” and covered her eyes with her front hooves.
“Now, sweetie, don’t get upset,” said her mother, Mrs. Shy. “Interspecies mating can actually be very enjoyable. Why, in our younger years, your father and I-”
“Mom!” Fluttershy squeaked, then curled up in her seat so that she could cover her ears with her back hooves while her front ones remained pressed to her eyes.
On stage, things were off to a good start on the next bed over from Team Griffin’s. Isabella was looking at Brain with an unmistakable come-fuck-me expression as she peeled off her short red dress, leaving herself in just her pink panties and hair bow.
Living with both the oblivious Inspector Gadget and his precociously horny niece, Penny, had given Brain quite a taste—literally and figuratively—for preteen pussy. So as soon as the uber-cute little brunette lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and gestured at him enticingly, Brain wasted no time; he shoved his yellow-gold snout between Isabella’s slender thighs and started licking her little hairless cunt like it was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
“Ooooohhhhh!” Isabella cried, making the audience cheer.
Gromit, for his part, didn’t have much in the way of real-world experience with sex; his high-maintenance owner and the zany adventures they regularly got into together didn’t leave him much time for dating. But, in preparation for this event, Gromit had purchased a copy of Human-Fucking for Dogs from the local bookshop and read it cover to cover, which had given him at least a theoretical understanding of what he was meant to do in this situation.
It also didn’t hurt that his human partner for this event had dropped to her knees in front of him and was massaging his red member to hardness with her skilled hands. She looked up at him with a lusty smile, and her position gave Gromit a very good look down the woman’s deep cleavage.
As soon as this combination of erotic stimuli had made Gromit’s cock very hard indeed, Vivian took it into her mouth and began sucking it, bobbing her head such that her tight, soft lips ran up and down the first few inches of his cock. Gromit had never received a blowjob before, let alone one as skillful as this. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
Meanwhile, on the third king bed, Violet found herself looking at Dudley Puppy—who wore a black shirt but no pants—and his seven-inch cock, plus the knot at its base. Before today, Violet would have found the canine member intimidating. But now that she knew just how big a cock she could take, she actually found the furry white dog-man’s penis rather appealing. And even though her performance with her mother had been borderline-traumatic, Violet liked the idea of getting it on with this big furry fellow. He seemed sweet and kind of dumb, which would put Violet in control.
Dudley, for his part, was excited by the idea of fucking a human girl—especially one as attractive as this dark-haired, sweet-faced teenager, who wore only a teensy little bathing suit and who was untying its tiny top as she looked enticingly at Dudley.
“Hi!” Dudley said with his characteristic uncontrolled enthusiasm. “You’re pretty. Do you like fucking? I like fucking. Wanna fuck?”
As flirtatiously as she knew how, Violet replied, “I do like fucking. And I bet I’ll really like the way you do it.”
She pulled Dudley to her and put his paws on her little breasts as she kissed him. Dudley got the hint and felt Violet up as they made out.
Overhearing this exchange, Helen wasn’t sure whether Violet’s words were meant as a jab at her, but she saw that there was a rapport between her daughter and Dudley Puppy. And although Helen felt a twinge of jealousy, for the sake of the contest she did not want to interfere.
So she turned to the other dog assigned to Team Parr: Odie, who was also white-furred but was considerably smaller and more anatomically dog-like than Dudley. Odie’s saving grace, Helen thought, was his huge tongue, which appeared to be nearly as long as the dog was tall when he was sitting down and panting, like he was now.
“C’mere, boy,” Helen said, spreading her legs and pulling the thin strip of her string-bikini bottom to one side. “I’ve got some nice human pussy here, and it’s all yours.”
Odie just sat there, panting.
“Come on, now, cutie,” Helen said. “I really want to know what you can do to my sweet little cunny with that big tongue of yours.”
The dog continued sitting there.
“Wow,” Daria said. “Who chose that dog for this event?”
Judy, glancing at her fact sheet, replied, “Apparently, Astro, Pluto, Balto, Pongo, Jake the Dog, Hong Kong Phooey, and Mr. Peanutbutter were all unavailable. And Clifford couldn’t fit in the door—or the contestants.”
“Good grief,” Charlie Brown said, setting his root beer back in his seat’s cup holder. “It’s like that dog doesn’t even understand what she’s saying.” He sighed. “I can relate. My dog never listens to me.”
“You have a dog?” Peppermint Patty replied. “Anyway, I bet when humans talk, all the dog hears is ‘Waaah wah wah wah waaaah,’ like when grownups talk to us.” Then, raising her eyebrows slyly at Charlie Brown, she added, “Speaking of dogs—you’re holding my hand, Chuck, you sly dog.”
“I’m not holding your hand,” Charlie Brown replied. “You grabbed my hand and shoved it down the front of your shorts.”
“You complaining?”
The boy reddened. “No.”
Oh, boy, thought Garfield, grinning at Odie’s predictable epic fail and taking another bite of the lasagna he’d sneaked into the theater. Looks like Monday came early for the Parrs.
“Hey!” shouted Flint from G.I. Joe. “No outside food!”
Clutching his lasagna, Garfield tried to make a run for it, but the chubby cat couldn’t evade an elite soldier, even one from the Eighties. Flint carried Garfield out of the auditorium by the scruff of his neck.
Lois hadn’t been exactly sure what to do. Meg was monopolizing the two dogs, but so far, she was putting on such an exciting performance—if it even was a performance—that Lois didn’t want to interfere. So Lois sat down on the edge of the bed, making sure not to block the audience’s view of Meg and the dogs, and simply watched the action while rubbing her clit and fondling one of her tits. She didn’t even have to fake her enjoyment of this act; seeing Meg go “dog wild” was surprisingly arousing even to Lois.
Meg, meanwhile, was living her dream. Feeling Marmaduke ram his twelve-incher deep into her pussy again and again was the greatest sexual experience—hell, the greatest experience, period—of her teenage life. And Scooby-Doo fucking her mouth and throat not only made her feel sexy as all hell but also deprived her of just enough oxygen to produce a high that enhanced her pleasure even further.
And yet, she craved more. Desperately.
“Mmmmhhhh!” Meg cried around Scooby’s thick member. “Mmmmhhhh!”
Scooby, with his extensive sexual experience, had learned to understand the words of a female whose mouth was full of his cock. So he knew that Meg was shouting “More!”
The girl’s lips were plunging all the way down to the top of Scooby’s knot with every stroke, so the big dog knew that “more” could only mean one thing. Scooby grasped Meg’s head firmly between his paws and forced his knot past her lips and into her mouth while shoving the pointed head of his member down her throat.
“Yggggh! YGGGGGH!” Meg cried—the closest approximation of “Yes!” that a girl with a mouthful of knot and a throat-ful of cockshaft could ever hope to manage. Scooby was so turned on by the tightness of Meg’s throat and the sight of her face bulging with his knot that he came, hard and howling, firing a huge load of thick dog-seed straight into the human teenager’s stomach. The girl swallowed eagerly and repeatedly, her throat muscles flexing around Scooby’s thick shaft, enhancing his orgasmic pleasure even further and squeezing even more cum from his cock for Meg to swallow.
All this time, Marmaduke had been fucking Meg from behind, and he had been nearing orgasm himself. So he was taken by surprise when Meg suddenly pulled Scooby’s cock from her throat and then lunged forward, pushing Scooby down on the bed and causing Marmaduke’s cock to fall out of her pussy. Then Meg straddled Scooby and impaled her pussy, gaping from Marmaduke’s girth, on Scooby’s still-hard dick before looking back at Marmaduke, her eyes even wilder with lust than before.
“Fuck my ass!” Meg cried loudly, even though she was short of breath from all the cocksucking. Reaching back and spreading her asscheeks open wide to expose her pink asshole, the teenager screamed, “SHOVE IT IN MY ASS!”
Fucking Meg’s wet pussy had already lubricated the full length of Marmaduke’s cock. What was more, the big dog was now horny as hell and needed to get his big doggy-dick back into the chubby human girl right frickin’ now. So practically the moment Meg finished screaming the word “ass,” Marmaduke reared up like a stallion, landed his big paws on Meg’s upper back, and shoved his thick red member right up her little pink asshole.
“YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” Meg screamed, already thrashing in orgasm from the sheer bliss of having her pussy and ass filled with two huge doggy-dongs. But this did not deter Marmaduke from shoving the rest of his prodigious cock up Meg’s ass and then fucking her for all he was worth.
“Oh my goodness,” Peg Pete said to Maddie Fenton, who was sitting next to her in the audience. “I’m going to have to get those two dogs’ numbers.”
“Um, aren’t you married?” Maddie asked.
“Pete is my sweet sugar cone, but when I’m in heat, I have special needs.” In a sly tone, she added, “They call us ‘bitches’ for a reason, you know.”
On the center bed, Vivian released the panting Gromit’s very hard cock from her mouth. Then, keeping her eyes on his, she stood up, unzipped her red dress, and let it drop to the floor—revealing that she had nothing on underneath but a red thong that covered almost none of her wide, plush ass. As Vivian got on the bed on all fours, facing sideways to the audience and away from Gromit, the red thong made the dog think of a thin ribbon tied around a large Christmas present.
Vivian then pulled the thong aside, showing Gromit the plump, wet pussy between her thick thighs. It was so inviting that if Gromit’s cock had not already been rock-hard, it would have become so just from looking at this hot human woman’s inviting snatch.
“Don’t be shy, perrito,” Vivian said seductively, looking back over her shoulder at the dog. “Come give me all of your sweet doggy-dick.”
Gromit did not hesitate to do as Vivian asked. He got up on his knees behind her, positioned his cock at her entrance, then slowly pushed his slim, cream-furred hips forward until his full nine inches were buried in her open, wet pussy. Eagerly, but with the modicum of self-control that Human-Fucking for Dogs had advised using, he began pumping her.
“Ay, dybbuquito,” Vivian said—the Hebrew-Spanish word for “little devil.” “Fuck mami, fuck her nice and deep…”
Isabella was greatly enjoying Brain’s attentions as he used his long doggy-tongue to pleasure her bald pussy. But she knew that for the sake of the competition, she needed to move on. She was also excited to have her first real fuck, not only in front of an audience, but with a dog she’d only just met.
There was no question in her mind about how to proceed; her mother had made it obvious. So Isabella lifted Brain’s face from her pussy and said, “Ready to fuck?” The dog nodded vigorously.
Isabella got up on all fours in front of Brain, mirroring her mother by positioning herself sideways to the audience, her face just inches from Vivian’s. She looked behind her at Brain, whose red, bevel-tipped cock was hard and ready for action.
“Come and get it, sexy,” she said, her tone sweetly demure.
From behind, Brain got on top of Isabella, laying his chest on her back. This was Penny Gadget’s favorite position—she liked it when Brain treated her as though she were another dog—and he hoped Isabella would be into it, too. Then, slowly, he pushed his cock into her soaking-wet pussy.
“Ooooh, good boy!” Isabella shouted.
Meanwhile, Team Parr seemed to be regaining their footing after their originally rocky start. Violet was sitting up on the bed with her legs spread wide apart to give the cameras a good view as Dudley Puppy ate her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and she was fondling her small breasts with both hands as Dudley lapped at her open cunt. He might have lacked skill, but he had no shortage of enthusiasm; with every lick, his tongue ran up the entire length of Violet’s pussy from bottom to top and passed delightfully over her clit before starting its journey again.
Helen, meanwhile, had given up on trying to get Odie to actually do anything. Instead, she had turned Odie over onto his side, leaving his long tongue lolling on the bedspread as she sucked his cock with steadily increasing vigor. She figured that sucking a dog to completion should play well with the judges—especially if she swallowed his load.
“Well, folks,” Judy said, “it looks like all three teams have found their groove. Who do you think is in the lead, Daria?”
“Um,” Daria replied, her eyes locked on the action on stage, “I, uh, I’ve got to give it to Team Griffin. God, look at all that big red cock…”
Ice Bear, sitting in the audience between his two ursine brothers, monotonally opined, “Ice Bear thinks they should have bear-sex next time.”
“Great idea, bro!” Grizz replied. “I’ll go sign us up right after this.”
“I don’t know,” Panda said. “I mean, I love human girls and all, but in front of an audience?”
“Panda would dominate social media,” Ice Bear replied.
“I’m in!” Panda cried.
Marmaduke’s twelve-incher looked huge where it stretched Meg’s pink asshole seemingly to its limit while pumping it hard and deep. Scooby, meanwhile, had put both of his front paws on Meg’s ass and was helping her ride his thick doggy-cock at a gallop. The girl’s eyes were shut tight, and she was panting, gasping, and sweating as she fucked the two big dogs for all she was worth. Another orgasm was rising within her like a tsunami.
“Knot me!” she panted. Then, her voice rising to a scream, she cried, “Knot me, you fuckers! KNOT ME!”
For both Scooby and Marmaduke, knotting a bitch was the very best part of fucking, and the two dogs were very anxious to know how it would feel to shove their fist-sized knots into this human bitch’s holes. Simultaneously, Scooby shoved his big red knot into Meg’s tight pussy and Marmaduke forced his knot into the girl’s even tighter asshole as both dogs unleashed a flood of cum into the teenager’s depths.
“HYAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAIIIIIII!” Meg screamed—the longest, loudest orgasmic scream of her entire life. She thrashed wildly between her two canine lovers, whose knots and body mass were the only things that prevented Meg from throwing herself off the bed in her ecstatic convulsions.
Meanwhile, on the center bed, both members of Team Garcia-Shapiro were on all fours on pillows, facing each other while their canine partners fucked them from behind. As the dogs’ furry hips pumped the humans’ pussies faster and faster, mother and daughter kissed and tongue-wrestled, panting ever harder in each other’s mouths as their arousal grew. Vivian took one of her big tits in her hand and massaged it as Gromit fucked her steadily, and Isabella fingered one of her own little pink nipples.
Hearing Meg’s orgasmic scream had turned Brain on in a big way, as he loved making Penny Gadget scream like that. He fucked Isabella at full force, grunting with the effort of driving his seven-plus inches into the young girl’s pussy again and again.
Gromit heard Isabella’s moans grow louder and higher in pitch, and it inspired him to fuck Vivian harder. He was rewarded as Vivian, too, moaned louder in her mellow-toned, womanly voice; the sound was a perfect erotic counterpoint to Isabella’s soprano squeals of pleasure.
“Cum inside me!” Isabella cried. Then, having heard Meg’s cries of passion and refusing to be outdone, Isabella shouted, “Knot my virgin pussy!”
Brain shoved in hard and came, and although the dog’s big knot stretched Isabella’s newly deflowered love-tunnel wide enough to hurt, the girl also felt pleasure like she’d never experienced before. She screamed long and loud, the high pitch of her voice shattering one of the nearby footlights. Then Gromit forcefully knotted Vivian, who cried out “OoooOOOOOH!” as she came as hard as her daughter.
On the left-hand bed, Dudley Puppy was now on his back as Violet bounced on top of him, feeling as though she were naked and bareback on a magnificent stallion. Dudley gripped Violet’s petite teenage ass with his paws and was helping her move up and down, eagerly watching her little tits jiggle with every bounce.
Helen, meanwhile, was blowing Odie for all she was worth. Her head bobbed vigorously, and she used stretchy powers to take the full length of the dog’s cock—knot included—into her mouth on every stroke. Odie was panting a mile a minute, and Helen knew she only needed to work his cock a tiny bit harder to get him to blow.
Using every ounce of energy she had, Helen fellated Odie as hard and fast as she could. Then the dog, which had been silent up to now, made a long, high-pitched howl, and suddenly Helen’s mouth was filling beyond capacity with hot doggy-cum. Her cheeks inflated enormously, and she coughed and gagged around Odie’s member as cum surged up into her sinuses and then sprayed from her nostrils. Distracted by this sight, hardly anyone noticed Violet loosing an orgasmic cry from atop Dudley.
“Okay,” said Daria, who had finally managed to tear her gaze away from the two doggy-cocks that were now buried in Meg Griffin, “that has got to be some kind of party foul for Team Parr.”
“It does show a lack of control, Daria,” Judy agreed. “That could certainly hurt the Parrs in the judging.”
Johnny now emerged onto the stage and announced, “Ladies and, uh, dogs, your time is up!” He glanced at his sheet of paper, then continued, “Please go backstage while our judges decide their scores. We’ll see you all in a few minutes.”
The contestants and the dogs all exited the stage—except Odie, who just stood there drooling until a stagehand picked him up and carried him away.
Down in the judging area, some intense discussion broke out. Foxxy Love wanted to give Team Griffin a perfect ten, arguing that “that pasty white girl’s the craziest damn bitch I ever saw, and that includes my momma.” Cat Noir pointed out that while Meg’s DP was exciting (which was clearly his own opinion, judging by the noticeable bulge in the front of his cat-suit’s tight pants), Lois hadn’t contributed much, and Asami opined that she preferred Team Garcia-Shapiro’s more balanced performance. No judge seemed to be favoring Team Parr; as Boomhauer put it, “Dang’ol’cumflationaintsposedtoworklikethat, man.”
After several minutes of discussion, the judges each made their decision and entered a score. Then the six contestants—having cleaned themselves up and re-donned their outfits from the kissing competition—returned to the stage.
Snagglepuss tiptoed out and handed Johnny two sheets of paper. Johnny read from the top sheet.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” Johnny said, “the winner is…”
The scoreboard reappeared on the big screen, and the list reordered itself by the teams’ total scores.
“…TEAM GRIFFIN!” Johnny shouted.
Team                         Kissing            Striptease       Hardcore        Dog-Fucking TOTAL
Griffin 8.0                   5.0                   7.5                   9.0                   29.5
Garcia-Shapiro 6.0                   7.0                   8.5                   7.5                   29.0
Parr                              6.5                   7.5                   9.5                   4.0                   27.5

“Sweet cheese and crackers!” Judy cried. “In a comeback like I’ve never seen, Team Griffin has WON the Cartooniverse Mother-Daughter Crossover Sextacular!”
Johnny called, “Let’s have a big hand for our winners, Lois and Meg Griffin! Ladies, step forward and take a bow!”
They did. Then, from either side of the stage, Cheetara of the ThunderCats emerged to present Lois with a bouquet of colorful flowers from Third Earth, while Cheetara’s young cohort Wilykit did the same for Meg.
Music came up on the speakers. Johnny looked around, unsure what to do; from offstage, Snagglepuss gestured for him to look at his second sheet of paper. Johnny did so, and his eyebrows rose when he saw sheet music. He quickly cleared his throat and launched in.
On the great beach of life, we’ve found two shining pearls
One special woman and one special girl
They’re mother and daughter
There’s nobody hotter
Just think of a sex act, they’ll give it a whirl

They’re the best of the hussies, the cream of the sluts
With glorious tits and magnificent butts…

“Can you imagine,” Daffy Duck said to Porky Pig, “what it would thound like ifth Donald Duck were thinging thisth thong?”
Porky replied, “It’d be unin- unintel- unintellig- Nobody’d understand it.”
On stage, Johnny continued,
With bodies so perfect and minds so perverse
In our hearts and our trousers, they’ll always be first
They’re the best in the land
So let’s give them a hand
The Sex Queen and Princess of our…Cartooniveeeeeeerse!

The audience applauded thunderously, albeit less for Johnny’s singing than for the Griffins, who had struck up sexy poses in front of the footlights.
“What a contest this has been, ladies and gentlemen!” Judy said. “Daria, any final thoughts?”
Daria, who had been in something of a daze since the final competition, replied distantly, “I wanna get a dog.”
“How about a fox?” Judy asked. “I know one who’s pretty good in the sack, and way more hung than you’d think.” She smiled naughtily as she added, “This little bunny has to work awfully hard to get him up in there…”
The curtain closed. As the six exhausted contestants went backstage to change into their street clothes, Cheetara approached Johnny.
“You know,” she said, “you showed a lot of restraint when that girl tried to strangle you. I was impressed.”
“Yeah, well, you know,” Johnny stammered. Then his ego reasserted itself, and he flexed his bicep. “I couldn’t just unleash all this on some little girl, know what I mean?”
“Oh, yes,” Cheetara replied. “Want to come back to Cat’s Lair with me and have some fun?”
“You know it, pretty mama,” Johnny said, taking her arm.
“We’re going to have such a good time,” Cheetara said as they walked out. “Tygra always lets me borrow his whip.”
“Uh, say what now?”
Meanwhile, in Team Griffin’s dressing room, Lois was saying, “Meg, sweetie, I’m so sorry for the way I treated you today. I really underestimated you.”
“No, I get it,” the girl sighed. “I don’t fit everybody’s idea of sexy.”
“Maybe not,” Lois replied, “but you’ve definitely got-” she winked “-animal magnetism.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“How’d you get to be such a big fan of dog-dick, anyway?” Lois asked.
“How do you think?” Meg answered. “I’ve been fucking Brian since I was twelve.”
“What? I’m gonna neuter that damn dog!”
“Relax, it’s not canon.”
“It better not be.”
“And by the way—Brian’s huge. Like, Chris-huge.”
“Dear Lord.”
“You wanna watch next time?”
“Meg, that’s, that’s- Oh who am I kidding, yes.”
Isabella was sitting in her dressing-room chair re-tying her pink hairbow when her mom came up behind her and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders.
“I’m sorry we didn’t win, bubbelita,” Vivian said.
“It’s okay, Mom,” Isabella replied. “I still earned my Precocious Promiscuity patch and the Doggy with Doggies patch. Plus, all those people watching me strip, and have sex with you, and that dog…I’ll be jilling off to those memories for years.
“And top of all that, I’ve realized that maybe instead of trying to tell Phineas how I feel, I should just show him.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Bring him up to my room, do a little striptease, and suck his dick. I’d never have to say a word.”
“A very good idea,” Vivian said with a smile. “And now that you’re no longer a virgin, you wouldn’t have to stop there.”
“Well, sweetheart,” Helen said as she and Violet exited their dressing room, “we might not have won, but we sure did put on a show. And now we have lots of fun new things to do together.”
Helen put her fingers under Violet’s chin and lifted the teenager’s face up to hers as she added, “Every night.” Violet swallowed.
Then Meg, who was walking behind them with her mother, said, “Hey, look! I decided to spend a little of our prize money and found this.”
The girl held up her phone, which was showing a video from a pay-per-view porn site. Lilo and Nani were lying on their backs, with Lilo on top of Nani, each of them wearing only a grass skirt (which, given the girls’ position, concealed nothing at all) and a ring of flowers in her hair. A blue-skinned, four-armed alien stood between the sisters’ spread legs, pumping them both at once with his two thick black cocks.
“Mmmm, so good,” the little alien said in a gravelly voice. “Lilo and Nani make many hybrid babies for Stitch.”
“Yes,” Lilo moaned. “Make me have your babies…”
“Oh, God, yes!” Nani cried. “I’ll have all the babies you want, just keep fucking me!”
The video was also playing on the big screen in the auditorium. As a result, most of the audience hadn’t made a move to leave.
“Hmm,” Elsa said to Anna, “maybe we could try something like that with Olaf. We could make him a pair of snow-cocks, or else just give him a couple more carrots. Arendelle could use a new revenue stream.”
“Sorry,” Anna replied, “no snowman-sex for me. The cold may not bother you anyway, but it bothers me plenty.”
As the contestants exited the backstage door, all of them watching the video on Meg’s phone, Vivian said, “I suppose that’s one way we ladies can’t compete with the fellows. We can make sweet lesbian love to our little girls, but we can’t get them pregnant.”
“Oh,” Helen Parr replied, affectionately placing a hand on Violet’s stomach, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Violet’s jaw dropped.
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My thanks to Fairy Slayer and Jomahawk, who served as alpha AND beta readers for this story and who provided many wonderful ideas and much valuable feedback.
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