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“Hiiiii!"

“Hellooo!"

Winter smushed into Jessica with an excited hug, while their husbands, Jerome and Hewitt, simply clasped hands. Jessica and Hewitt, the owners of the two-storey house, were a short and curvy mare with a fully brown coat, and a towering stallion of patchy brown and tan fur, respectively. Greeting them were the married couple's long-time canine friends. Winter was a snowy white malamute with a creamy underside, while Jerome was nearly her opposite, being a muscular black wolf with a scar across one milky eye.

“Come on in! We've got some biscuits laid out." Exclaimed Jessica as she pulled the malamute inside. The men gave each other an amused glance then followed.

For the next few hours, they sat in the loungeroom and caught each other up on the last several months they'd spent apart, their familiarity making it seem like no time had passed at all. The brilliant sun dropped to a vibrant ember and the biscuit supplies began to run low, meaning it was almost time for dinner. Hewitt swallowed the cookie his wife had fed him, then looked to Jerome.

“So anyway, how'd deployment go?"

“Oh, just swell." The wolf replied, pointing at his own blind eye. “The marines let me go after that. Done a good enough job to live comfortably, and combined with the injury pay I can probably ride it out to retirement if I'm careful. What about you?"

The stallion nuzzled his wife briefly. “I'm actually working with Jess now!"

“The big guy is hopeless with interviews," she continued, “so I pulled some strings and now he's my little office subordinate!" Jessica leaned up to plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Huh, maybe I could do that."

Hewitt's long muzzle swivelled around to Jerome. “Work with us?"

“Nah, with my wife. Winter is a plumber."

“And an electrician!" she added.

“Wait, a plumber?" Jessica peered around her husband's bulk at Winter. The dog's snowcapped ears perked up in response.

“Yeah, why?"

“Our shower broke last night. Water everywhere. It was a nightmare! Do you think you could-“

Winter jumped off the sofa, tail wagging in eagerness to help out. “I can fix it! I got some tools in the car, lemme go get them."

With that, the malamute bounded out the front, leaving the other three laughing. She returned a minute later, toolbox in one paw and a glint to prove herself in her eyes.

“Where's the shower??"

Jessica stifled the remnants of a chuckle as she pointed, “Upstairs. Hew, be a dear and show her please. I'm going to get started on dinner."

“Sure!" The stallion hopped up and joined Winter at the foot of the stairs, “right this way madam~"

Hewitt thumped up the stairs and the little dog followed, tail flicking like an eager puppy. A few moments after the echoing steps ceased, Jessica sighed and heaved herself up off the couch; there was no telling how long they'd be, so it was time to start making dinner.

“Alright, make yourself at home. I'll be in the kitchen."

“Nonsense." Jerome stood with a wolfish grin, “I help out more around the house than you'd think. Wait until you see what these paws can do~"

Jessica responded to his grin with a loving scowl a mother would give her misbehaving child.

“You'd better keep your hands to yourself, you dirty dog."

“Whaaat?" his deep voice rumbled, “I'm just gonna peel some potatoes for you or something. What're we cooking?"

The pair moved into the kitchen, coincidentally directly under the faulty shower just as Winter went in to investigate. Jessica opened the fridge when a crack resounded through the walls, then panicked wailing immediately after. The wolf and mare looked up, as if they could see the disaster happening through the ceiling, then breathed the same words.

“Ah, fuck."

The sounds of commotion continued for a while longer, so they continued to move about the kitchen – it wasn't like adding two more bodies would help much up there. The mare pulled eggs, flour, and measuring cups from various cupboards while Jerome began the process of peeling and cutting carrots. Jessica stood on the tips of her toes, reaching up for a can at the back of the highest shelf and failing to even brush it with her fingers.

“Mmph-! Where's Hewitt when I need him.."

“Allow me."

The black-furred wolf joined her at the shelf and reached over, only to become embarrassed as he, too, was a little short of grabbing the can. He was close though; his claws tapped the metal teasingly. Jessica failed to move out of the way, which meant his larger frame pinned her to the shelf as he pressed in. The equine flinched when he covered her, forcing her to feel too much of him when he finally stretched enough to grasp that can and pull back. Jerome set it down then went back to cutting carrots, leaving Jessica flushed.

She'd felt a substantial bulge, as if it were her hung husband pressing into her back like he usually would when they were cooking. He'd do it on purpose too, because she loved that sort of teasing – and it often led to raunchy kitchen sex. Except this time, it was Jerome, not Hewitt that sparked a smidge of arousal between the married mare's legs! She took a moment to collect herself and gather the remaining ingredients at the mixing bowl. Little did she realise, the mischievous wolf knew exactly what he was doing to her.

They worked for a while longer and listened to the haphazard sounds of shower-repair, muffled through the ceiling. Jerome chopped carrots into fine discs, diced onion, and prepped a few herbs at the mare's request. True to his word, the wolf impressed Jessica with his handiwork, getting his share of the cooking done while she was still mixing. It was his fault, really, since she was too distracted imagining the size and shape of the cock Jerome was hiding in his trousers.

The forbidden daydreaming became all the more real when the strong wolf pressed into her back once again, his thick arms overlapping her own to take command of the bowl and whisk. Jessica legs crossed when she felt that canine bulge press just under her tail, seemingly larger than before, and on reflex she pushed back against him. She leaned away and thought about telling him to back off, but damnit she loved being teased like this…

“Need some help, cutie~?"

Now he's really pushing it, she thought. His big paws closed over hers, and he began mixing using her arms in a way usually reserved for lovers. For a moment, Jessica's mind betrayed her; it felt deliciously naughty to enjoy the feeling of a powerful wolf grind against her, and a bit of harmless fun if Hewitt never found out. Jerome's body encircled hers, strong and dominant, like a forbidden version of her husband. She had to put a stop to it.

“Jerome." She said tersely, the implications firm.

“Tell me to stop."

The cocky bastard. He knew what he was doing, and was betting she'd let him. Jessica hesitated to raise her voice, lest she cause a scene; the four of them were such close friends, and she hated to think it'd all be ruined by a dispute that could be settled between the two of them and swept under the rug – Hewitt would be furious if he knew what the wolf was doing to her. The smaller mare pushed against him, trying to shove Jerome away. His body was steel, and all she did was press her butt against his bulge. In response, the wolf gyrated his hips, pressing into her hard enough for Jessica to gasp as she felt the distinct outline of his shaft. So thick. Jessica mentally slapped herself, then snapped.

“ Knock it off-!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

“Make me." He growled, then hugged her even closer.

Jessica couldn't believe her friend of so many years was betraying her trust like this, and his wife's trust! What would Winter think if she knew her husband was fooling around with her, and Hew would be furious…

The mare's failing was that she was too non-confrontational, and didn't want the other two to know there was trouble or drama between them, even as the wolf moved a paw to boldly grope her breast. She gasped and immediately tried to pry him off with no success – the black-furred wolf's muscles weren't just for show. One paw mauled her tits, his fingers sinking into the abundance of pillowy flesh, while the other clamped her mouth shut.

Things were very, very quickly going too far. Jessica finally gave up the idea of keeping their scuffle a secret and began shouting while trying in vain to rip his strong paws off. Her sealed mouth, the floor dividing them, and the downpour of a functioning shower would ensure nobody came to save her. The difference in strength was like night and day: using all her available strength and leverage, the smaller mare could barely pry a one of Jerome's fingers. She kicked and clawed ineffectively at his body, unable to deter the ex-military wolf for even second. The worst part of all, was how wet her traitorous pussy was.

Jerome growled into her neck as he played with the poor horse-wife to his heart's content. Moving his paw from her chest down to slip beneath her panties confirmed his suspicions; she was getting off to this, even if her mind wasn't. He'd have to change that, of course. He hadn't meant to, but the wolf's enjoyment for teasing got the better of him, and now he'd gone too far to back out, so the only way was through. Clearly, he had to keep this bitch's mouth shut by fucking her better than her husband ever did. Maybe an honest apology would have worked better, but he was thinking with the lower head at this point.

As she strained against his grip, causing them to hobble around the kitchen and slam into drawers, his expert fingers went on the attack. He'd never had a problem fingering his wife into submission, and clearly Hewitt wasn't doing a good job in that regard. Jerome played with her like a padlock, using his digits to find a combination that turned her muffled shouting into muffled squealing. She stopped trying to fight him off and started focusing on just getting his paw out of her pussy, but he could tell the strength was leaving her. In just a few moments, he found her weak spot and curled his fingers, popping her lock in a body-shaking climax.

Through the paw clamping the mare's mouth shut vibrated an uncontrollable moan, and with the other he felt juices pour through his fingers then down to the kitchen floor. Upstairs, barely a few metres away, Hewitt had no idea his wife came all over another man's fingers. Worse, the wolf had done it just as easily as the stallion could with his fuck-stick. His paw dexterity wasn't just good, it was dangerous.

The black-furred canine sniffed the air, picking up on something that wasn't there before. There were the various spices one would expect from a kitchen, and something else from the herbivore in his claws. The lingering staleness of heat suppressants, as well as the enticing aroma of a female in heat. His grip tightened as he brought up his wet paw to huff at her arousal directly – yes, she was definitely ripe for breeding. She'd taken the meds hours ago to keep her cycle from disturbing their friendly reunion, but his efforts had set her all the way back. The scent of her body begging to be knocked up filled his senses, and what kind of stud could resist that?

Jessica's eyes rolled back down as her mind rebooted, still recovering from her traitorous climax. That felt way too fucking good and made her reluctant to get away from the canine stirring up her pussy, which should have been a clear indicator she was falling. Her struggles ceased and she focused on merely trying to recover, but the wolf wouldn't let her. His fingers slipped back into her snatch, leagues wetter and more sensitive than before, then forced her into another debilitating climax, like he knew her body better than she did.

The curvy mare's limbs straightened out as she screamed into Jerome's paw, loud enough to made him cringe. While the woman juiced all over his fingers, the wolf perked his ears out for a sign they'd been caught. No footsteps echoed, just the soft din of the shower upstairs. Lucky for him, his wife must've been testing the flow. He figured he had a couple minutes, maybe ten at most, to finish what he started.

Carefully, he released her muzzle and was relieved to find her panting in the aftermath of back-to-back climaxes, still too busy recovering to protest in a way that mattered. Good.

Jerome heaved his prey up onto the counter, knocking vegetables aside and leaving the mixing bowl teetering on edge. He laid Jessica over the countertop, breasts squished to either side of her body as her legs dangled just inches off the floor. His straining bulge pressed between her cheeks, perfectly in line for their purposes. A subtle shift in the background noise caused his ear to flicker, and he realised with a grin that the shower had been turned to full blast. If Winter was stress testing, then he had at least ten minutes; this bitch was getting the knot.

Through a haze of adulterous pleasure, Jessica could feel the waistband of her pants, as well as her panties, slip halfway down her thighs. The cool air chilled for only a moment before a hot, hard length kissed her sopping entrance. Her paws clasped the other side of the marble counter as she braced herself for a position she'd been in many times before. With a libido like hers, she'd happily be bent over like this every day, just as her husband loved to do while she tried to cook.

Her husband. Jessica's gaze drifted to her hand, whereupon a silver ring gleamed in the overhead lights. Hewitt wasn't…

The cock spreading her sodden cunt was tapered, designed to penetrate easily, unlike the broad head of her loving stallion. She suddenly began to breathe harder, realising the gravity of the situation. The mare kicked her legs and pushed up with her arms – too weak, especially against a breeding stud like Jerome. She didn't have the breath to call for help, Hewitt wouldn't save her, the wolf was going to devour her.

Jessica's cheek pressed to the marble as she glanced back at Jerome with a tear in her eye. “No.." she said hoarsely, pleading for her friend to not betray her marriage.

“Ssshh, you need this," he rumbled, slowly parting her folds with his throbbing length. With the head of his cock lodged firmly in her entrance, he leaned over and growled, “you just don't know it yet~"

They both moaned as he plunged deep into her tunnel, favouring speed over any sort of gentle lovemaking – they simply didn't have the time. Jerome didn't allow her to adjust or recover, and instead picked up a rhythm immediately. His hips bounced off her ass on every thrust, causing the wolf's heavy balls to swing like a pendulum into her thighs. Every stroke went from tip to base, since the canine's knot had yet to fully form. That was quickly changing, and he soon found a pleasurable amount of resistance in knot-fucking Jessica.

At first, the married woman's spirit burned hot, and her struggles forced the wolf to pin her wrists, lest she wrestle free. Every single time his hips pounded into her, that fire flickered and a forbidden craving deep inside her womb made itself known. Like it or not, Jerome was filling her in a way that made her body overjoyed, as if their union was fulfilling her most basic needs. Jessica grit her teeth in resistance and spite, unwilling to give her 'friend' the satisfaction, until his perfect cock forced her into another orgasm and pushed a moan from between her lips.

Once that one was out, the floodgates were opened; the mare's home filled with her lustful moans, each one louder than the last. She couldn't help it, not when she was getting fucked this good. Oh, she loved Hewitt and his big slab of cockmeat, but this was something else. The wolf wasn't as big, though her internal walls loved squeezing the varying girth as it speared in and out. His tip, small and pointed, was just a teaser for the veiny girth that followed – and then that knot! The way it gaped her outer lips on every pass was addictive, and she could feel it growing larger still!

Jessica moans bordered on shouting, and if either of them had the clarity, they'd wonder why the hell the other two hadn't noticed their obvious rutting yet. The very walls shook with how hard they collided, and a few vegetables plus the mixing bowl – thankfully plastic – toppled down to crash against the floor. Though it could not be easily heard over his growling or her wanton moaning, his canine cock made extremely lewd noises every time it resized her married pussy, like the world's sexiest macaroni.

She could not believe how good a knot could feel inside her little slit as her body shook in another unhindered climax; somehow, taking something not designed for her equine anatomy was even better than something that was. Horsecock was what she was meant to be fucked with, specifically Hewitt's, but now she wasn't so sure. If knot-fucking was what Winter got to enjoy on the daily, she'd happily be Jerome's bitch. Then, through the constant rutting and mind-shattering pleasure, Jessica's mind stalled; could she be his?

Her love and devotion to Hewitt, her man of many years, was unwavering. Yet here she was, bent over her kitchen bench getting bred by a better man. He was better, certainly, there was no denying it. Now that she'd had a taste, Jessica couldn't go back to the shape of a stallion. Sure, they had size, but it was all one size: big. No variance, just a big ol' cylinder with a flared head and medial ring. Honestly, sometimes the flare was more trouble than it was worth.

But canine cock! It felt like a sex toy designed to make her cum her brains out. Jessica could already tell she was addicted to the wolf's dick, or at least knots in general. Her womb loved the big dog breeding her and she no longer held regrets in letting herself be claimed so easily. Jessica was drooling onto the counter, eyes glazed over as her pussy squirted over every inch of that perfect canine cock again. And yet, the love in her heart remained loyal to Hewitt, even if it had been tainted somewhat by her carnal needs.

Unfortunately, Jerome needed to know their secret was safe between them, and that meant he had to break her. His knot, now too inflated to be included in the rapid thrusting, battered the mare's entrance like a ram at the gates to his friend's castle. Hewitt was a good man, which was why he needed to ensure he never found out how much of a slut his wife was for knotted cock. He felt her squeezing around him, just as Winter did when they mated like animals, and knew she was even hornier than his wife.

The hulking wolf smirked, maybe some bitches just prefer the superior dicks of other species.

With how hard and how fast he humped her, Jessica was ready to take the knot, and he pushed it in halfway, just before the threshold he was very familiar with – any further, and it would slip in to seal the mare's fate. He didn't stop to give her a second chance; he stopped to break her mind now that her body was his. He leaned over to her splayed ear, gyrating his hips in a way that made her feel every inch of his girth.

“ Beg."

Jessica was on the verge of another climax, one that she knew would trump anything her husband provided – and Jerome knew this too. She whined and pushed her hips back, eager to feel him full hilted in a way that canines loved to brag about, but he pulled back too. The mare was desperate and on the very edge in more ways than one. Her marriage and loyalties were being tested in ways she wasn't prepared for.

“ Beg."

“N-noo…" she whined again, still moving her butt in hopes that it would pull his fat knot in. When he pulled back further, allowing her sore entrance a moment to relax around his shaft instead of the mountain of knot, she felt incredible loss. The wolf was right; she wanted it, she needed it, she had to have his knot tied to her pussy, whatever it took. Jessica looked back at Jerome in a way that should have only been reserved for her husband, and whispered, “Please…"

His grin was lecherous, predatory, and made her feel like she was nothing more than submissive prey caught in the jaws of a mighty beast. He pushed that knot back to the precipice and leaned in to snarl once again, “Beg for it, bitch~"

“Knot me. Breed me. Fuck me please, I can't wait any more-“

“Then become mine."

That final word, growled dominantly, sent a shiver radiating from her womb outward. In that moment, she realised he was underneath a stud far superior to her husband. His perfect cock promised pleasure far greater than anything Hewitt could provide, and that wasn't the stallion's fault, Jerome was just better. But it was more than just their dicks; the wolf dominated her in a way she never knew she needed. There was something about a predator/prey dynamic that she'd need to unpack later, but for now…

“I'm yours," she hissed through gritted teeth, willing to say basically anything if it meant he'd claim her, “I'm all yours, make me your bitch~"

Not a second later, he pulled back then slammed his hips, finally pushing that fat knot all the way in. The mare came immediately as that knot spread her wider than ever before, even her husband's stallion length at its widest point, and in that mind-breaking climax he pulled her hair back and snarled, “You're mine Jess. Pretend to love your husband all you like, but you belong to me now."

After he delivered those words, the wolf stopped holding back, allowing his furred balls to twitch and shoot the first of many ropes of virile seed deep into her. Those words, implanted into Jessica's mind just as lupine seed would soon implant into her fertile eggs, acted like hypnosis. What she thought was the strongest climax of her life was merely the precursor as her heat cycle became satisfied by the cum of a real stud – her new owner.

Rational or not, his command was eagerly accepted to be a permanent part of her as it rode in on the waves of pleasure. Jerome's growling and Jessica's wailing cries of submission would have been easily heard by the two upstairs if they hadn't happened to be making their own similar noises at that very moment. The wolf remained hunched over, filling a wife that wasn't his own with enough semen to ensure her pregnancy thousands of times over, and she loved it. She loved him, in a way that she didn't love her own husband – as a pet would adore their benevolent owner.

For a few heavenly moments, they enjoyed the bliss of raw mating before responsibility caught up to them; the kitchen was a mess, and Jessica's insides were even worse. Jerome palmed her heavy tits, eliciting a soft gasp from her, then tugged his knot out. It took a few pulls, eventually resulting in steaming globs of pearlescent cum running down her legs to coalesce on the floor.

The first thing the mare did was get up and make out with Jerome, which he happily reciprocated. This was the start of something new and exciting, for both of them. Their lips parted and they exchanged a glance that promised future encounters, daring infidelity, and much, much riskier knot-fucking. The stud of a wolf had irreversibly corrupted Jessica, and now she craved nothing more than a canine knot, even if that's not for horses.

The danger of their situation didn't escape them, and they immediately sprung into action, working in unison to clear the evidence of their 'mistakes'. As Jerome wiped the countertop of spills, she dropped to her knees to get rid of the spilled cum on the floor and polish his canine cock clean (with her mouth of course). The two of them, owner and pet, predator and prey, danced around the kitchen frantically cleaning as they heard the downpour of the shower finally cease.

It was miraculous how much time they had to hide their secret, given Jerome's estimate on how long it would usually take Winter to work. They rushed hither and yon to wipe each other's clothes of stains, dispose of the failed dinner attempt, then start cooking up a quick stir-fry to make up for all the time spent fucking her brains over the kitchen bench. Winter and Hewitt eventually came back downstairs looking like they'd taken a shower and changed into new clothes, with Winter borrowing some of Jessica's. When asked about dinner, they perfectly rolled into the cover story of Jerome's failed attempts to help her cook, and were relieved that the other two accepted it without question.

The black-furred wolf relaxed, beer in paw, as he appreciated the two girls he owned in the room. Hewitt had no idea, and that made admitting his botched cooking aid an insignificant sacrifice. He even exchanged a few raunchy jokes across the room with Jess, like his “wandering paws" and a mishap with “adding too much cream" that neither the stallion nor his wife picked up on.

The closeness to Jess was something he'd greatly enjoy in the coming days as he thought of all the ways he could invite himself over or get the mare out of the house. The poor horse didn't even bat an eye when his wife sat down next to Jerome at the table.

“Did you get it fixed?" Jessica asked before shoving a spoonful into her mouth.

The malamute stuttered, as if having trouble remembering the words, “Uh, y-yeah sorta. Way more broken than expected I'm afraid. Took ages to sort out. It'll work for a while, but the patch is temporary. I'll have to come by again for those pipes later." She said, casting a friendly glance towards the stallion. It sure is nice those two were getting along, the adulterous couple thought.

“When you do, make sure to bring your husband along. He is such excellent company." Exclaimed Jessica in response, exchanging a cheeky smirk with Jerome. “Good with his hands too! Most of the time."

The dinner continued with small talk and the clinking of spoons against bowls. Hewitt put a possessive arm around Winter's back, though it looked friendly to the two sitting across from them. His strong hand found her waistband then slipped down the back to grab at her ass, reminding the canine of the band-aid keeping her full of his seed. Jerome copied the gesture for Jessica, spreading the curvy horse's ass for a glob of potent wolf cum to escape. The husbands and wives smiled to each other, none the wiser.