The prim woman adjusted the collar of her gray blouse, striking a mirror-perfected pose for the soon-to-be recording cameraman. The tall feline's tail swished with anxiety, her dark and tawny fur slightly bristled from the presence of so many baying hounds. They were already behind on preparation time due to the shelter's difficulty in keeping the schedule straight. Katie didn't know what she'd done to get slotted this ignominious puff piece, but the haughty cougar woman ruminated that she hadn't gone to journalism school to wrangle mutts at the pound for the cameras.

The animal shelter's representative tried to make the best of things she could for the news crew, but their limited staff was beleaguered at the best of times. The scrawny opossum woman lead out the spirited Pit/Boxer mix by a bright leash, the canine's eyes scanning nervously around as he tugged at his nylon collar. Her tired voice had a smoker's grit, "So this is Bruno. He's very young and sweet, and we think he'd be the best fit for the rescue adoption segment. He loves playing with toys, and is a great high-energy pal for an active household that doesn't have any children or other pets. Be sure to mention that part in the broadcast, for legal reasons."

Katie immediately felt off-put by the boxer mutt's piercing, beady gaze and drooping brow. When the waddling marsupial handed her the leash cord, the newscaster paused, only taking the rein with great reluctance, like handling a venomous snake. The damned producer had explicitly instructed her that she had to be the one holding the leash during the segment, or else the prissy puma wouldn't have been caught dead holding the smelly beast's cheap restraint. But just as soon as Bruno was handed off, the leggy canine immediately started bucking against his straining collar, yanking Katie about. With a harsh Whisper, Katie scowled to the elk cameraman, "Fuck it, Frank, we go as is. Roll in 5."

The cameraman gestured behind the large newscasting camera, timing Katie out until the desk reporters segued to their feed. Listening to the broadcast on her earpiece, the news reporter's triangular ears twitched in anxiety while awaiting her time to shine. Katie was still wrestling with the feisty beast's leash when the newscaster transitioned to her on-site animal piece. With the feisty dog at her hindpaws, Katie began her lines with incongruent professionalism compared to her jostling state as Bruno tugged her about, "Hello to our early morning Channel 8 viewers! It's me, Katie Keurig, here at the Call of Nature animal rescue, here to introduce a brand new friend—Urnhh, settle down—friend, named Bruno! Say hi to the cameras, Bruno!"

With surprisingly fortuitous timing, Bruno emitted a sharp bark seemingly on Katie's command. However, the spirited leap he made after yelping caught the puma news journalist by surprise, and the slick leash cord slid from her paws. The animal shelter woman tried to regain control of the scene on air, but Katie started to panic as the boisterous canine rounded on her, leaping at her sides and legs with surprising force. Distracted by trying to grab for his swaying leash while maintaining facing and a smiling facade for the cameras, Bruno soon had the cougar woman tumbling to her knees in the frantic turn of events. The opossum woman feebly tried to interject, but she seemed rather overwhelmed by the tense moment, and seemed too paralyzed to do much more than yell. "B-Bruno! Settle down, bad dog, bad!"

"Get him off me, he's going crazy!" Katie yowled, the rowdy Boxer/Pit mix still clinging to her side as she scrambled to her hands and knees. The dog rounded to her wide haunches, settling atop Katie's twitching tail. The cougar news reporter tried to rise, to heave the beast off, but Bruno was clinging tight. "Frank, get over here, get him off me!"

At first, Frank was too shocked in the moment to intervene, but upon seeing Katie mewling for help, he sprung into action without thought. With a few bounding strides, he reached over for the dog's collar to yank him off the newswoman's back and rump, but soon found himself yelling along with Katie as the frenzied hound's jaws sank into his forearm with crushing strength. The opossum shrieked in alarm, "Oh no! I have to go get the break rod, or we'll never get him off your arm now that he's latched on!" And with that, she was scuttling off back into the shelter's interior.

A piercing hiss rose up from Katie that rose up above Frank's pained yells, "Hhsshhaaa! Get him off, get him off! He's humping me, I feel him trying to—Is the camera still on!?" In the elk cameraman's haste to help, he'd neglected to even turn off the footage, and footage was still streaming to the shocked Channel 8 news station live broadcast. True to her word, Bruno's hips had nestled up against the curvy cougar's miniskirt, and was driving up between her furry legs with fervent purpose.

At first, Katie was grateful for her underwear's warding guard against the amorous dog's probing tip, but it simply seemed to redirect the slick phallus before bunching to the side. "Nyyyyoooooo!" came Katie's mournful, rising yowl as Bruno heaved forward and struck home, his doghood slickly implanting into her spasming tail-hole. Frank was trying to jerk the dog's jaws off his arm, or at least drag the hellish beast off Katie's back, but he only succeeded in encouraging Bruno to clench his paws and thin dog legs tighter to the struggling puma woman. The large hound's belly was securely nestled to Katie's back, his fully engorged dog penis rapidly achieving the same. "My ass! He's in my ass and—NYOOOO!"

Katie's shriek rose to a breathless, wordless gasp of anguish as the well-endowed canine's rapidly engorging knot slipped into place. The turgid, red dog flesh rapidly settled back against the interior wall of her clenched anus, filling the unwilling news reporter's rectum as it began spurting thin rivulets of dog seed deep into her colon. When the opossum woman returned, break stick in hand, the depraved sight that greeted her was beyond compare, a visual sight shared by far-off news viewers through Frank's still-recording camera lens.

Frank had a look of anguish on his muzzle, the dog's jaws still firmly clamped to his arm. The opossum woman wasn't sure who to try to help first, as she caught the full, rear-view glory of Bruno's incredibly tight and intimate coupling with the big cougar woman's asshole. Clarice could see the feline's fur-lined tailhole winking desperately around the dog's narrow genital base, while her internal muscles strained to try to expel the bulging, and securely embedded, dog knot.