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Cover Art of Martha drawn by Marjani, as seen here: www.furaffinity.net/view/20849540/

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Martha couldn't believe that her master planned to breed her to Brutus. Ugh! The blue-eyed Siberian Husky paced back and forth, shaking her head in disbelief. What were they thinking? The mere thought of that, of that jerk on her back made her want to gag. Martha circled her plush bed adorned with pink bows once, twice, before settling down with a huff. She curled in on herself, lifting a hind leg to lick at her heat-swollen spade as she remembered.

She had met Brutus only once, but once was quite enough. It was at the last Kennel Champions show where she had taken 1st place, as usual. She had been on the podium, posing and smiling next to her handler, when another husky that didn't even _qualify_had started cat-calling her. Martha shuddered with just how rude Brutus had been to her.

"Hey sweet thing! Turn this way to let me see under that curled tail!" He mottled brown husky had called, yammering in his silly, overly high pitched voice. The would-be suitor had mismatched eyes and a tail that was too big, in her opinion.

For reasons she couldn't fathom her master had gone over to talk to his master and she had been forced to meet Brutus, as he was introduced. She hackled from the memory.

"Girl you look even better up close than you did on a podium. Let me sniff that butt!" His fat pink tongue lolled out stupidly while their handlers had talked.

"I will do no such thing. Behave yourself, brute."

"Aww c'mon. I'd give you some cute pups! Ours would be the best. Better than my last litter."

"As if." She had almost snarled, something she had never, ever done in a public place. Only her impeccable training had kept her heeled next to her master as her human made gestures down at the two of them. Brutus' handler had been nodding as well.

"Yes they would, I know. I've had many litters." Brutus had wagged his tail furiously at this, sending his sheath wagging in the opposite direction. "Your tail's already up. Just turn and let me get a look at that spade, c'mon baby."

"Ugh, you're a pig. Go back to your kennel and leave the dog shows for those of us dogs who know what we're doing." With that she had hmph'd quite loudly and sat, waiting patiently for her master. Her master shook hands with Brutus' master and off they had went, sadly in the opposite direction, giving Brutus exactly what he had been begging for - an upturned look at her rump.

"I knew you would, baby! You look nice and tight! See you soon sweet thing," he had called, making her flush angrily. She hadn't deigned to respond, heeling politely and keeping her nose upturned while she stalked out of the arena.

That encounter had been one month ago. She was in heat now, as her body lovingly reminded her every waking second. She tried to rise above the urges, to ignore how large her puffy lips had gotten, protruding like a big rose from her white fur. She especially tried not to think of how good it would feel to have something quench that heat, pushing and shoving, stretching, to be filled and bred.

Her hackles slowly flattened, her cheeks and black ear-tips blushing as she burrowed into her feather bed. That, big, jerk! She grabbed her stuffed lobster and shook it furiously, sending it flying against the wall where it fell to the ground with a sad squeak.

That was unlady-like, Martha thought. She sat her rump down on her bed and licked at a paw, trying to think her way out of this.

Her master, the person she trusted most in this world, planned to breed her to Brutus. That sacred trust between dog and human would be broken, because of her human. The thought made her heart ache, but it was her handler's fault, not hers. Nothing could be done.

But what could be done? Today had been a day of pampering. She had been bathed and brushed, nails trimmed, even lightly perfumed. A pink bow was wrapped around her tail-base with four smaller matching bows around each ankle. Her collar, glittering with polish with her name ornately engraved, sat beside her on her nightstand. Her handler didn't want it to mess up her fur.

And Martha knew why. She was going to breed her to that crude, low-life, no-good, wannabe, dumb looking, bad smelling -

"Martha! There you are. Enjoying your bed, my sweet?" Her human's voice cooed to her.

Martha shrugged and flopped down on the floor, her butt still on her bed while her face lay sadly on the carpet. She put on the biggest, most pouty blue puppy eyes she could conjure.

"I know what will cheer you up, my darling. How about a car ride? Come on girl. Martha, heel."

She was up on her paws before she knew it, muscle memory trotting her to her master's side against her will. A car ride! This was it! Her human was going to bring her to Brutus' house.

The front door opened and closed behind them, the bolt lock sliding into place with a solid thunk. Martha tilted her head and let out a nervous yowl.

"I know, no leash and collar to the car. Don't want to mess up your fur."

No leash! This could be her chance. She could escape to the backyard, and hide, and - and promptly be found and dragged into the car, that's what. Martha's nose whuffed as she scented the yard, looking around for an escape.

"Okay Martha, heel." They were moving towards the car. Her master had betrayed her. It was time to run. Now or never. If she hid for a day or two, surely her dimwitted human would take the hint. Yes, that's all it would take.

"Okay Martha, up!" They had reached the car! No! Martha shook her head and yowled and dove under the car door, popping out the other side as she broke into a run.

"No, Martha! Martha _come!_Stop!!" Her human cursed and made a grab for her, but her husky reflexes were too quick. She dodged her handler's grasping hands and made a run for it into the street.

Screeeech! A truck came to a halting stop, tires squealing; Martha kept running. Right down third street, then left, away and away and _away_from dumb Brutus and her dumb owner and stupid humans.

She panted and turned down an unfamiliar alley, stepping daintily between the piles of refuse. Her upturned nose wrinkled in disgust, but what could she do? She needed a place to lie low for a little while, if only she could find a clean spot.

Martha trotted down the dark alley, her pink tail bow bobbing with each step as she slowly became aware of being followed. She turned at once. She was a registered, award winning Siberian Husky; no dog would dare to touch her.

"Show yourself, if you please. I know you're there." She waited patiently, her large blue eyes adjusting to the twilight hour as a mutt stepped out from behind a large bin of... of something.

"And your name is?" She inquired. "It's rude to stare."

"Hinter, m'am." He said. At least he knew his manners. The mutt stepped forward a bit, keeping his muzzle down. His fur was of medium length, mostly mottled brown with floppy black ears. But he was big. Bigger than she was.

"Well, Hunter, as much as I am pleased to meet your acquaintance - "

"Hinter. Like... hinterland," he corrected her.

Her black-tipped ear flicked in acknowledgement. "Hinter, I am very busy. So unless you can tell me the closest establishment I could spend a nice, clean night in, I must be off." She turned to go but Hinter replied rapidly.

"Sure," Hinter said. "You can stay with me." He tossed his head back over his shoulder. "You passed right by my place." He started towards her, sniffing more heavily now. "It'll be the safest place on Bone Alley, I promise you."

His words were kind. Her pink-bowed tail wagged slightly. Finally, a stranger with manners and who knew his place. "Very well," she said. "Point me in the right direction."

Hinter licked over his lips as he continued sniffing, throwing her a glance back down the alley. "Just past that big bin, on your right. Gotta crawl to get in, but it's safe inside."

Martha nodded and trotted, letting Hinter follow her with his incessant sniffing and whuffing. Poor thing probably has a cold, she thought. Hopefully there was enough room so_she_ wouldn't get a cold.

"Down here?" She asked when she reached the opening. It was quite dark; a dry drain of some sort, large enough for a dog to crawl, but not walk, through. She hunkered down on her front paws, rump in the air, tail curled. She sniffed. "Are you quite sure?"

The brown mutt behind her was breathing heavily. "Uh... yes. Straight in. It's lit by some human's light until well after dark. After you."

Martha crawled forward on all fours. It didn't smell too bad. Almost pleasant really. A male's den, to be sure, but at least moderately clean. After a minute of crawling the tunnel opened up to a large square. Lights and clothes and other human things hung overhead, casting shadows into the corners.

Hinter came up not far behind, shaking his ruff. Now that he was up close and in better light, he was a bit handsome. For a mutt. But still, he was tall and well mannered and lithe, certainly from living on the streets, but he wasn't starving.

"No food, I suppose?" Martha said half jokingly, her tail wagging as Hinter walked around her, still sniffing. "And I do say, is that cold contagious?" His large, brown balls bobbled between his hind legs as he walked, not that she noticed.

"Cold?" His nose wrinkled. "No... I mean, really, you don't know?"

"Know what?" She stood firmly on all four legs, husky tail curled as she peered over her shoulder at him.

"You're in standing heat." He said the last word with a whine. It was only now she noticed his bulging sheath, the outline of his shaft and knot clearly visible.

And of course she was in heat! Hence, the car to Brutus that she ran away from. And here she was in a confined space with an intact male... oh dear. Her mind played through her options. Well, should could try and escape. That would end up with her rump in the air and her front end stuck in a tunnel. Nope, that was out. She could fight him and win, obviously. But ruin her bows and clean fur? If she must. Or... she could let him. Let him do it. The thought repulsed her, at first, but in her earlier adrenaline she had completely neglected her body's desires. She could let him. She'd get pregnant. Probably. Oh, and the look on Brutus' face! And her master's. Martha could almost feel sorry for ruining her master's plan. Almost.

"Well?" He whimpered, his hind legs shaking as he breathed heavily at her.

"Well," she replied, her mind made up. She felt herself to be quite the logical dog, and had decided the best course of action based on circumstance. "Of course I knew." She flicked her nose up at him, striking a pose. "I am, of course, a lady. You may mount, in payment for tonight's accommodations."

Hinter grinned, his shaggy tail wagging furiously.

"I suppose you know how, the logistics - oh I do say!" Her breath caught in her muzzle in a gasp as a wet nose pushed right against her swollen pink spade. One of her hind legs lifted up slightly, the pink bow wrapped around her tailbase fluttering as Hinter breathed deep, snorting between her legs.

"Mmmmn," he said, "you made this almost too easy."

Easy? Why, the nerve! Her back stiffened as she set her hind paw back down on the ground, his nose still buried within her puffy lips. "I have half a mind to retract my offer, listen, you, youuu...! Oh my!" Martha's breath caught in her throat as Hinter's flat tongue lapped against her folds, pushing her mound up against her inner thighs as he positively delved into her pussy.

"Oooohhh," she moaned, momentarily forgetting about his rudeness. His tongue slurped up and into her fortune cookie, pushing her opening apart as he tasted her. He lapped and lapped like a dog in a desert that just found an oasis, drinking her sweet nectar. His tongue set her loins aflame, a neglected pleasure that she thought she had control over. But instincts overpowered modesty.

She squatted and spread her hind legs for him, her husky tail curled and held out of the way as he ate her out. His tongue pushed inside her heat swollen folds, the flat appendage rubbing against her dripping inner walls, making her legs quiver with pleasure.

Martha whined when at last the mutt came up for air. "More! Oh please, do not stop." She hunkered down on her front paws, waving her rump back and forth. Her spade ached with desire; his tongue was just a tease. "Breed me, Hinter; you absolutely must. I command it."

"You do, do you?"

Martha's ear flickered at his tone. So what if he was getting a bit snarky? No intact male could resist her. He'd obey, she was sure of it. "I do! Mount me and fill me, now."

Hinter snorted. Instead she felt his tongue against her again, starting from below her fortune cookie entrance. His tongue dragged against it, flitting against heat swollen vagina but not delving inside. Instead his tongue lapped at her damp fur, going up, up, up...! Until her back stiffened in surprise as she felt that wet appendage against her tail hole.

A lady was _always_clean, and Martha was no exception. "I do say that is not quite necessary," Marth said, her hind legs fidgeting. Hinter chuckled as if he found her comment amusing, but said nothing.

Why wouldn't he return to her pussy? Her slit ached for more attention, for his wide tongue and more. It's not that it didn't feel good; indeed, Hinter didn't hesitate for a moment. It's just that the act did absolutely nothing to quench that incessant ache between her legs.

He lapped and licked, his nose pressed against her tailbase as his tongue worked against that tight ring of muscle. She clenched up at first, only slowly relaxing as his lapping worked her over, slickening her anal ring with his saliva. Still she squirmed, the mutt's drool matting the fur around her tail hole. His broad tongue wriggled against her center, pushing forcefully against her as she naturally constricted away from his touch. Unperturbed, Hinter slurped against her musky barrier, only pulling back to plant a firm and wet canine kiss on her anus.

"Definitely necessary, you silly, silly thing," Hinter said, finally hopping up onto her back. His large brown paws grabbed firmly at her hips, tugging her white and black fur firmly up against his crotch. She could feel his tip bulging from his sheath, drips of canine pre-cum spurting uselessly against inner thigh.

"Just breed me, now! And don't call me silly," Martha demanded as she stood proudly on all fours. Her spade ached for attention after being neglected for her tail hole. She swore she could feel her heartbeat within her pussy, a thirst begging to be quenched by Hinter's hard cock.

"Mmm," Hinter dragged his tongue against the back of her neck. "You never told me your name."

"I am sure I did, and it is Martha! Now get on with it or I will find another male who knows how to breed, as you certainly do not!"

"Martha, Martha." The mutt's cold nose nuzzled into her neck. "Has anyone told you you're an idiot?"

Before she could reply at this sudden rudeness she felt his full weight on her back. His paws grabbed her hips, tugging and shoving her loins back against his. The hard bone in his penis poked and prodded, slinging itself free from his bulging sheath as it searched for her mark. She squatted and panted, willing his prick to find its mark and spear her heat-soaked pussy.

And it did! And then it didn't. She whined, confused, as he pulled back, leaving a stringy trail of pre-cum connecting her spade to his cock. And then his chest was on her back, pushing her down, and she felt that same prick slinging against her tailhole.

"Ow! Ow that hurt you stupid mutt! Lower!" She growled, shifting her hips away as his penis bone prodded again and again at her virgin anal ring, sliming her with his pre-cum. "You had it right this first time!"

"Silly girl; I go where I want!"

What did that mean? He didn't possibly want to...? Oh gods, the licking! He did! She was stupid! "No no no no, not there," she whined. "In my pussy! Please, Hinter!"

Hinter grabbed her nape with his muzzle and didn't respond. She was completely vulnerable and in his power. Worse, her body wanted her to stand and take it. Everything felt so right - a big male dog on top of her, hammering away at her hips, soon to be quenching her heat... except for that last part. That important bit was definitely not happening.

Instead she felt Hinter gasp and grunt as his tip lined up with her quite virgin tailhole. The combination of his saliva and pre-cum had apparently slickened her anus sufficiently as he thrust against her. Martha gasped as she felt that first inch of dog cock penetrate her anus.

Martha yelped. "Ow!" Her tail hole squeezed down against the intrusion, her back going stiff as Hinter's paws clasped her hips to him. His hips moved like a jackhammer, thrusting his thin penis in and out of her tail hole. Each movement shoved a bit more of his red-hot meat into her, splattering her rectum with pre-cum.

Martha ceased her yowling, her heat commanding her to stay still and take it. But his actions did nothing for that incessant itch! It was all wrong! Her untouched pussy dripped arousal onto the ground between them as she panted.

She could feel his shaft gradually engorge as he sunk deeper into her rump, his bulb growing slowly from a nub into a hard pebble on each side of his eager prick. Those rock-hard pebbles pressed needily against her tail hole with each thrust, pushing and prodding... until it sunk into her with a lewd squelch, his hefty balls slapping up against her pussy.

Before she could even yelp Hinter pulled free with a wet plop and thrust in again, and out, and inside of her again, until it was all Martha could do but spread her hind paws and take it.

Every thrust brought his heavy balls slapping against her quivering, sensitive fortune cookie. Slap, slap, slap they went, sending shivering tingles of pleasure up her tail. Hinter stepped forward as he thrust, one of his paws stepping on her pink ankle-bow and untying it. She couldn't bring herself to care; the hard cock spreading her tail hole and the weighty testes slapping against her pussy had molded themselves together into a haze of foreign pleasure. Not nearly enough to satiate her heat, but enough to make her squirm and beg for more.

"Oh! Your - your balls! Harder, Hinter!" She squealed.

Hinter let go of her nape for a moment, just enough to whisper and tease into her ears. "You like that, huh? Cock in your ass, balls slapping against your fertile pussy?" He pulled back as far as he could before slamming up against her, sending his balls slapping wetly against her spade.

Martha moaned in pleasure and nodded. She felt Hinter's broad tongue lick against her before he bit at her nape again, holding her firmly as his balls slapped hard against her with each thrust. Tingles of pleasure spread through her; her tail hole squeezed around him as her pussy twitched, his balls providing just enough tactile attention to drive her crazy with unfulfilled lust.

The previously small nubs on either side of his cock were growing with alarming alacrity into a full-fledged knot. Every thrust in and out of her rump was a tug. Her tight anus clenched around his growing knot when he sunk himself into her, before she quickly forced herself to relax as he pulled free.

The mutt's thrusts came faster and faster and more irregular, until suddenly his knot didn't fit back into her. He pushed and thrust and pushed again. Martha spread her legs, feeling that rock-hard bulb shove against her tail hole while his balls rested against her pink spade. She felt her body slooowly spread wide around him, the incessant dog unrelenting in his quest to knot her anus. She shifted and squirmed until suddenly he sunk into her with an audible squelch!

Hinter let go of her nape and let out a loud howl into the evening air. Martha joined him, yowling with her mate, their bodies tied in an intimate embrace. His knot erupted within her stretched rectum, tying her more firmly and securely than any vaginal tie could ever do. It felt like two tennis balls had suddenly appeared with her rump.

Her sore tail hole squeezed firmly around his knot as Hinter's penis twitched within her, flinging his hot, watery sperm deep into her bowels. His balls twitched in time with his cock, held firmly against her aching, empty pussy. Martha whined and shifted her hips, feeling his rigid flesh splurt uselessly into her stuffed tail hole.

"Sooo tight, unf." Hinter ceased his howling to sigh happily against her back, his tongue drooling onto her already wet nape. Her bow would be ruined by dog drool by now.

Martha squeezed and clenched around his knot, feeling every twitch splurt more and more seed into her sore tail hole. "That - that was entirely -"

"Amazing?" Hinter drawled. He stepped off of her, swinging his front paws to ground and lifting a hind leg to step around his knotted bitch. Before she could protest he had turned, standing butt-to-butt with her; or butt-to-cock, as it were.

Martha glared over her shoulder at him, blue eyes furrowed into a frown. Hinter's spurting continued, his tail hole clenching in time with his orgasm, she noticed. Nothing was stuffed into his tail hole. She huffed and squeezed as hard as she could in response to his comment.

"Oooh, yeah, milk me for every drop! God you're hot, Martha." His tail wagged furiously, smacking up against her own upturned tail.

"You are a scoundrel!"

"And you," he grunted again as she felt a rather powerful splurt into her rectum, "are rude, and should learn to be nice."

"Me!" She squealed. "Rude! You knotted my tail hole, you stupid, idiotic mutt!"

"Hey, language!" He pranced around to the side, dragging her butt with him, as he tried to look at her face-to-face. "I was trying to be nice. I could've hopped on your back in the alley, sweetheart."

"And why didn't you, then? Obviously you're the type," she muttered, her fortune cookie drooling arousal onto the ground as she spoke.

"Because I thought I'd talk to you first, and get to know you. And hey, whattaya know - another fancy smancy pedigree thinks she can stalk into my house, order _me_around, and make demands. Who's rude now, huh?" He turned away with a huff after he finished, leaving her to digest her words.

Her perky ears drooped as she swallowed her snarky comeback. He was right. Damnit. She had been acting like a female version of Brutus, seeing him as an underling to order around. She felt miserable.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Hinter." She whined, pushing her rump back against him, feeling his knot firmly lodged inside of her tail hole. "It's the heat! I was rude." Even now her spade taunted her mind, telling her to say anything that would get that itch taken care of. She stomped her paw down on it, determined to behave like a lady once more.

Hinter looked back over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. "Apology accepted." His eyes shifted as he looked a bit sheepish. "I hope I didn't hurt you..."

Martha quivered and silently reassured him with a firm clench of her anal muscles, squeezing him back against her.

He yelped and laughed. "Okay, guess not."

Martha's own tail wagged now, her pink tail bowl fluttering against him. "It's... different. My first time there. But what do we do now?"

Hinter's shaggy brown tail wagged, the spurts from his cock showing no signs of slowing. "Uhm. We wait. We wait about, oh, an hour?"

"An hour!"

Hinter had the decency not to laugh at her. "About. And then you're welcome to sleep here, safe, as promised."

"And in the morning?"

"The morning is entirely up to you, sweetheart. I doubt you'll be telling me where you actually live."

"In the morning..." Martha closed her eyes and thought of going home just yet, with an empty belly and her heat unquenched. "In the morning, it would please me greatly if you would breed me."

"That, my dear, I would love to do."

"Oh, and Hinter?"

"Yes?"

"I live in the large beige house on 3rd and Pine."

True to his word, Martha was stuck butt-to-cock with Hinter for an hour. When his bulging cock had finally splurt its last into her rectum, Martha could've sworn her belly was bulging slightly. His cock slipped free from her with a lewd slurp, cum drooling from her anus down onto her spade before dripping on the ground.

Hinter licked her clean without hesitation, slurping up his seed from her overfilled tail hole without complaint. He even ate out her vagina to help her sleep, giving a sleepy promise that he'd be ready for another round in the morning.

And that he was. In the morning the brown mutt and the award winning pedigree Siberian Husky yowled and yelped with all the lust the two lover's could manage. Hinter squelched Martha's heat, leaving her with the promise of a pregnant belly and a healthy litter.