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I was basically in a living nightmare. High school had already_been hard enough for me _before my cousin and her cousin had decided to _act_like the dogs everyone thought we were. First Ida, giving herself to some mutt, then Vera! Rumor had it that Vera had either been knocked up by her new boyfriend, Christer, or by Christer's mutt, Hedger. Judging by the size of Vera's belly after only two months, it was definitely the latter.

Hedger was neutered, but the rumors suggested it happened because of Vera.

My brother and I were related to Vera on my Mom's side. Her sister had married one of the Lukacevic brothers, who were German Shepherd taurs crossed with Golden Retriever taurs. Niels had always looked more like a GSD, and had woo'd a pure German Shepherd taur for a wife online, and they had two little children, Ida and Gwen. Uncle Elias looked a lot more like a Golden Retriever, and that had passed on with my Aunt and their daughter, Vera.

Mom was a full-blooded Golden Retriever, but Dad was a Yellow Labrador, and so my brother and I, Elliot and Klara Novak, were a mix of both - below our human waists, we looked like rich, amber-furred labs. Our fur was too short to be decent without clothes, so I'd taken to wearing specially tailored skirts to cover my rump. It was harder for my brother because he had to wear full-blown pants to hide his parts, and when he was younger, he needed help in the mornings to reach down and put them on. Mom and Dad had had work before school, so that duty fell to me.

It should have been awkward, helping my younger brother cover his privates every morning, but clothes were such an inconvenience that whenever we were just among taurs, we didn't bother with them. Except the ladies covered their breasts, of course! Thankfully, he learned how to squirm into his pants once he got older.

The only saving grace about Ida and Vera's pregnancies were that they happened during the summer, so I got to avoid daily taunts from my classmates. Of course, any time I went into town, I heard the snickers and lewd jokes, but I had a refuge at home. So when my parents suggested the whole family head down to Yellowstone for a two-week camping trip, I jumped at the chance to leave for a place where no one had ever heard of the Lukacevic clan.

We all piled into the minivan with all our supplies for the trip, the seats specially designed to accommodate our long, taur hindquarters, and we heading northwest to the national park. I wasn't huge into camping, but honestly I just _needed_a break. Particularly since I was starting to get cramps - if any of the dogs in town caught on to my heat, the odds of a humiliating sniff (or worse!) in public were too high to risk. At least at the camping grounds, there weren't likely to be any four-legged dogs.

Or so I thought! As we pulled into the camp grounds, I saw at least three trailers with a family dog. One, at least, was a Chihuahua, but there was a scary looking Pit Bull and, sure enough, the most popular pet breed in America - the Yellow Lab. I stared it down as our car passed, but I didn't get a good enough look to tell if it was male or female. The Pit Bull was definitely male, judging by a passing glance at his intact balls, so I tapped my Dad on the shoulder and said, "Can we set up on the other side of camp?"

He didn't ask why, he just did it. Sometimes I really appreciated my father's discretion.

One of the advantages of wearing a skirt was that I could wear a hidden de-scenting pad that should keep the Pit Bull from ever noticing my condition. Together, we set up the three tents - one big one for our parents, and then one each for Elliot and me. A year older, I got the nicer tent, with two zippered doors and strong, metal tubes for structure. Elliot's looked like it might collapse any minute.

I set my tent up facing the others, with the back exit right between two bushes. I'd found that the ability sneak away from my family without them knowing was a useful feature on previous camping trips. I couldn't exactly use "Old Faithful" in the middle of my tent, with the amount of_buzzing_ it produced! Though actually using it at all was going to be a challenge while I was in heat. Last year, I'd snuck off into the deep woods for a little fun, but could I really risk drawing all the dogs (or wolves!) in Yellowstone to me?

We'd arrived late that night, so we started a fire and ate dinner and went straight to bed. I was definitely tempted to try sneaking off, but I was tired enough that when my head hit my pillow, I went straight out.

The next morning, I was grateful I hadn't bothered, because that's when I met Todd. We went down to Lewis Lake and while Dad and Elliot went out on canoes, Mom and I decided to read on the beach. I got into my bikini and lay sideways on a towel just beyond the rocky shore, a long hat protecting my eyes from the sunlight and hiding my floppy ears.

Todd was just walking by and took one look at me and stopped. There was no hesitation. No look of disgust, or even surprise. Even though dogtaurs were probably the rarest taur anywhere except our small hometown, this_boy only saw me for _me. Or at least for my ample breasts, which, all things considered, was good enough for me. I'd gone on a few dates back in Iowa, but nothing serious. People could never seem to see past my canine half. Nobody thought Yellow Labs were sexy.

I pretended I didn't notice him checking me out, and sure enough, five minutes later, he worked up the nerve to approach me. "Hey. Watchu readin'?"

"Paper Towns."

He paused, apparently not thinking very far ahead.

I jumped in. "Want to go for a walk?"

"Sure," he said, smiling.

I was grateful to get out from the watchful eye of my mother and pick my way across the rocky beach with the boy who introduced himself as Todd. He looked a little younger than me, but close enough that I wasn't going to ask, and his sandy hair matched my reddish-blonde well enough that we might be related - except for the dog rump extending out behind me.

"Like camping?" I asked.

"Hell no," Todd grumbled. "My dad makes us do this every year. You?"

I wasn't going to lie just to have more in common with him. I said, "Actually, I like it. I find it relaxing, and it's nice to get away from home sometimes."

"I guess so. Honestly, I think it depends on who you meet. And so far, this is looking like a good vacation," he added, smiling at me.

I smirked at him. Judging by his pick up lines, I had to wonder if he had a little experience as me. "Clever girl..."

When Todd just looked confused, I was horrified. "You haven't seen Jurassic Park?"

"Yes I did," he grumbled.

"Not the one with Chris Pratt. The original."

"Well..."

"Come on, we're watching it," I said, taking his hand.

And so, in the middle of Yellowstone National Park, Todd and I curled up together and watched streaming satellite video on my iPhone 7. He didn't question leaning against my Yellow Lab body to squint down at the screen, and of course he enjoyed the movie. How could you not?

"You're telling me those weren't CG. At all?"

Holding my hand up, I swore, "The only CG was on the computer screens. They made huge animatronic monsters."

"That was amazing."

"I'd better get back to my parents, or they'll freak out. They make it a point not to bring their phones on camping trips," I said, but I didn't get up. Instead, I just looked over at Todd.

He smiled. "I'll see you again, right?"

"That depends," I replied. I gave him his fair chance to kiss me but he didn't. He stood there looking confused, trying to parse my mysterious word salad, because the only thing more confusing to a young man than mathematics was what a girl obviously wants. Guys want to be the initiator, but since he was too clueless, I gave in and snuck a kiss on his lips.

When he smiled, I said, "You really aren't weirded out at all? By me?"

"Huh?"

"Where I'm from, there aren't many taurs. We...definitely stand out."

Todd just laughed. "I'm from Knoxville. Like a third of the people since the cataclysm are anthros, and a third of those are taurs. So it's no big deal."

I sigh. "I'm from a school of 500 people, and there are only ten taurs, and five of them are from my extended family." I wasn't about to talk about what Ida and Vera had been getting up to!

Todd finally dug deep and said something smooth, with "Well, they don't know what they're missing out on, Klara."

I kissed him again and suggested a hike the next morning. He was absolutely on board.

And so, after another night of fun with the family, I woke up bright and early and met Todd at the bulletin board. I don't remember much of the hike, because we only walked deep enough along the trail to find a nice, secluded grove, and we spent the rest of the time kneeling in eachother's arms.

He wasn't a bad kisser, but not the best I've had, but unlike Sven from back home, Todd was polite and asked whether he could grope me. Turns out, if Sven had only asked, he would have avoided the slap to his face! I'd only just met Todd, and I certainly wasn't planning on trying to keep up with some guy from Knoxville after this vacation, but I was already as far with him as I had ever been.

When he didn't ask, too busy kissing me, I shivered and grabbed his hand, placing it at the seam between my fur and my skin, and sliding it up under my blouse. He only kissed me harder, wrapping his other arm around my back and creeping up my stomach. I arched my back and moaned as he finally grasped my breast, this time with no cloth to get in the way (I'd cleverly decided not to wear a bra).

"Oh, Klara..." he gasped.

My hands ran down his back until I grabbed his tight butt. Suddenly, he was kissing my neck, and I knew what he wanted. Pushing him away, I lifted my blouse, naked now except for my de-scenting pad and skirt.

"Oh, Klara..." he repeated, gazing paralyzed at my naked breasts.

Then, he buried his face in my bosom, and I wrapped my arms around his head, tossing my head back as Todd began to lick and squeeze and fondle me. "Not too loud," I groaned, recalling the relatively busy trail only twenty-five feet away.

He circled around until he found my nipple and he sucked gently on it. I'd never felt anything like that before, but I had to admit it was pretty hot. Slowly, sneakily, I slid my right hand around to his chest and then started to lower it. He couldn't control himself anymore, reflexively humping forward so that his jeans brushed up against my canine chest, as if he hoped to find my spread legs there.

While he was slurping his tongue up my cleavage, my hand finally reached his gyrating jeans. He made no complaint as I began to work at the button, and no complaint when I lowered his zipper, and no complaint when my hand gripped his tented underwear. I should have asked, but honestly, what guy didn't want a hand on his cock?

He didn't complain. "Damn, Klara," he groaned.

I cupped him for a minute or two until I felt a wet spot through the cloth. I deliberated whether to reach _under_the underwear and touch a boy's penis for the first time, but I hesitated.

Todd didn't suggest that. Instead, he let out a deep breath and said, "Wanna do it?"

Even I had to pause at the enormity of what he was asking. I'd never even seen a boy completely naked (except for my brother), but I definitely wanted him. It was so refreshing to meet someone who could see past a bit of fur and floppy ears. "Uh..."

He smiled.

"Yeah," I said, "but I can't. I'm in heat."

Todd did a slight double-take at my wording and said, "Don't worry, I have a condom."

"Well, duh. But that's not what I'm worried about. If I take off my...um...underwear out in the open like this," I said, refusing to say 'diaper', "I'll draw every canine for three miles."

"So?" he asked, confused.

"What if a _wolf_smelled me?"

Todd just tossed his head confidently and said, "I'd fight it off."

I shook my head. "I don't want you to get hurt," I said, not mentioning that if (and when) he failed to scare off a wolf, _he_would probably be fine, but _I_would be leaving with a litter of pups!

"Well, what if we did it in my parent's trailer?"

"Won't your parents have something to say about that? And my tent's not any better...it's too close to the other tents."

Todd just shrugged. "My Mom and Dad are going fishing tomorrow and it will take at _least_an hour. We could do it in the afternoon."

I couldn't see anything wrong with that plan. Am I trying_to come up with reasons not to?_ I said, "Okay," my heart beating loudly in my chest. "Tomorrow, then?"

Todd shook his head. "That doesn't mean we have to stop now. There's plenty we can do without taking off our clothes." That was a bit misleading, since we both had bare chests and he was in his underwear. He added, "Let me prove to you that I don't give a shit that you're different, Klara."

"Well...how?" I asked slowly.

Todd had me lie on my back in front of him, and I could feel his eyes looking up under my skirt. But he didn't go off-limits. Instead, the young man positioned himself between my hind legs, gazing up my long body. "God, you're beautiful," he said breathlessly, and without thinking, I swished my tail to the side. I don't think he noticed.

Ever so slowly, he climbed over me, running his hands along my golden fur until he was looking down at my cutely tucked front paws. His mouth hovered just over my human belly button, and I felt his hard on pressing gently against my clothed mound. Just the thought of how close our genitals were made me flush, but he didn't focus on that, either.

Instead, Todd slid his hands slowly through my belly fur, every few inches bumping up against my tiny, nublike teats. I shivered and moaned, and he took that cue without hesitation. Sliding back, he rubbed my lower two canine nipples and took my upper one into his mouth.

From his vantage point, he might as well have been pleasuring a Yellow Lab, but he didn't slow, or blush, or worry about any of that. Tossing my head back, I moaned and let my tail thump against his bare stomach. "Oh, Todd!"

One by one, he gave each of my teats personal, oral attention, until he was all the way down, my tail wagging in his face. He didn't worry about the straps and folds of my diaper, reaching forward to cup my crotch through the pad. I whimpered in a most undignified way, but I said, "Not too rough, or it'll tear."

He was ever so gentle, rubbing me until he suddenly groaned. I looked down and saw his face distort in the _most_unpleasant way, and I knew he must be cumming. For me. From just the joy of rubbing me off.

Panting, Todd, gasped, "I can't wait to see you completely naked."

I panted, ears flat. "Me too."

I walked Todd back to the camp grounds. "Which one's your trailer?" I asked.

"It's on the other side," he said, simply.

"Oh," I grumbled, hoping my diaper hadn't gotten loose from all the fondling. I was grateful my long, blonde hair covered my flattened ears as I walked tentatively past the Chihuahua, who seemed more interested in her ball than in me, and past the Yellow Lab, who was tied up and getting hosed off by his or her owners, until we reached the Pit Bull.

"Is...is that yours?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Yeah."

"You have a dog," I said simply, my tone quite clear exactly how I felt about that.

He glanced up at me. "Oh, shit, right. Well, don't worry, Dirt always goes out fishing with my parents. We'll have the place to ourselves."

"Well...good," I said, but I didn't take another step forward, glancing at the chained up, muscular, white-and-black spotted dog. 'Dirt' seems appropriate, I thought, noting the muddy spots on his right eye and left legs.

"He doesn't bite."

"That's not what I'm worried about..."

Todd just smiled. "Sure, sorry. See you tomorrow?"

I smiled back. "Tomorrow it is."

When I got back to my parents, everything felt pretty dull compared to my plans for the next day. At dinner, Elliot talked about Pokemon Go, much to the disdain of my parents, and then they asked me what _I_did that day, and I smoothly replied, "Went on a hike."

No need to mention just how long the hike was and how little we walked.

There was talk about a volleyball match near the rec center the next day, but it was set for 4:00 so I didn't care either way. By 4:00, I was going to be a completely different person. I was going to be a woman, not a puppy.

That night, a fierce wind picked up roaring through the camp and making the tents flap noisily, and I realized I had a chance to bring out 'Old Faithful'. Still, I waited until 2:00 in the morning before pulling the makeshift vibrator out from the bottom of my luggage. It was a standard, small dildo with a forked end to reach the clit, designed for humans. It would have been useful without the retractable long handle, so that I could lie down and still reach, and even so, it was still all wrong for my spade. Most people didn't realize that a dog's clit was _inside_her pussy, so I'd learned to slip the entire end inside and squeeze the vibrator part right up against it. I spent ten minutes in phantom Todd's blissful embrace before drifting off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow, I would finally lose my virginity.

When I got to Todd's trailer, sure enough, Dirt was gone, and Todd was waiting for me with a smile. "You made it," he said.

"Worried I wouldn't show?"

Todd chuckled. "Yeah. A little."

We both glanced around to see if anyone was watching before I snuck inside the trailer with him. No need to get rumors started! Inside, it was barely like camping. There were two beds, one at the very end that was pretty lush, and one that folded down from the side of the cabin that must have been Todd's, but he grabbed two Cokes and headed to his parent's bed anyway. "Want one?" he asked.

"Not really."

Todd tossed the cans aside, and like that, we were in each others' arms, kissing and rolling around on the bed. We both knew what we wanted, and building a firm foundation for a long-lasting relationship just wasn't one of them. Soon, our shirts were off, and he was once against kissing my breasts, reaching down to run his hands across my furry belly as well.

"Nnngh, Todd," I groaned, wagging my tail.

"Can I see it, now?" Todd asked.

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but I said, "Yes," breathlessly.

We were on our sides, facing each other, but Todd got up and repositioned himself so that his feet were up near my head. For a minute, I thought he might want me to lick them, but he was working his way down my body until he was face to face with my pleated skirt. With a bit of wriggling, I helped him slide the cloth off my body, leaving me completely naked except for the diaper.

"Goddamn," Todd groaned, hands shaking as he reached for the velcro flap. I shivered as he peeled the cloth away, and my diaper fell away, revealing myself to the horny teenager.

He paused there, staring at me for a full five seconds before I got nervous and asked, "Like what you see?"

To my great relief, Todd said, "It's beautiful..." before reaching an arm around my hips and pulling me on top of him. I yipped, suddenly smothering Todd's face with my heat-swollen spade. But that was exactly what he wanted, wrapping his arms around my hindquarters to hold me tightly in place. All I could see of Todd was his legs, and just a peek of his underwear beneath me, but I didn't care what Todd looked like right then. I cared what he was doing.

He buried his face up into my rigid mound, and his deft tongue was nothing like 'Old Faithful'. With the vibrator, I was in complete control. Now, I was completely at Todd's mercy as he _slurped_needily at my triangular folds. His hands explored my furry back and flanks as he kissed and guzzled my wet pussy. If I ever had any doubts about his attraction for all of me, and not just my bare breasts, this shredded those doubts.

"Ahh...ahh!" I gasped, my tail held firmly to one side. He was the first boy who wasn't a family member to see my spade (except for Aaron in daycare, who asked when we didn't know any better), and he dived right in.

I had to return the favor. Looking down, I noticed that his legs had shifted a bit further out, revealing his tented undies, and with a little effort, I pulled them all the way off his white legs, getting my first in-person glimpse of a human's cock. He was smaller than the guys on the internet, but that wasn't surprising, but he was rock-hard for me, and that was all that mattered. I reached down with both hands to grip him and cup his balls, and he rewarded me with a weak, upward thrust.

I couldn't reach him with my own mouth, but he seemed content to eat me out while I just gave him a handjob, groaning softly as he plumbed my depths. It didn't take long, though, before he pounded upward, pushing so hard his dick brushed against the fur of my canine chest, and he spurted.

His licking stopped immediately as he groaned and came all over my chest, panting and wheezing beneath me until I realized I was probably smothering him. Reluctantly, I stepped off of him and gave him air to breath, my swollen spade still trembling with need.

"Fuck, sorry..." he gasped. "I couldn't help it."

I just smiled down at him. "That's okay, I can wait."

This time I accepted the Coke, recovering my breath as the teenager tried in vain to harden again. "Sorry, Klara," he said again.

I shook my head. "What you did felt...really amazing, Todd. I'm _glad_you couldn't hold back."

He didn't look convinced.

To help him along, I lay backward on the bed, pulled my tail aside, and spread my legs for him, smiling as seductively as I could. Hands shaking, Todd grabbed for the condoms, and by the time he removed one from the obnoxious packaging, he was hard again. "It's a little old, but it should work," he said, before looking up at me.

"Holy shit, Klara. Holy...fucking...shit."

After rubbering up, he slowly scaled my body. I wish I could have put my arms around him, but he was only slightly longer than my canine half. All I could do was grip the bedsheets and wait as Todd covered me, lining himself up with my quivering vulva. When Todd looked up at me and our eyes met, I knew this was his first time and he knew it was mine. This is it!

And then, like that, he was in me, pushing forward and sinking smoothly into my flexible cunny. He was blanketed in a sea of belly fur, gasping as his dick was wrapped in tight, wet warmth, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. "Oh God!" I yelped, sliding my hands up to my breasts to do the job that Todd couldn't from way down my taur body.

If he cared that he was basically fucking a dog, he didn't show it, burying his face in my fur and grabbing tufts with his hands to hold on as he pumped back and forth into my puffy pussy. I could just toss my head back and moan, bucking upward so hard the bed began to creak. "Todd...Todd..." I chanted, not nearly was coherent or clever as I would have hoped I'd be.

He was no better. "Fuck...Klara...You're so...unnngh!"

After leaving me sopping and shuddering, I was _really_close, and Todd was a teenage boy, so he was close again, so I gasped through lidded eyes, "Do it...Todd...do..."

"I'm..." he grunted, unable to even finish his sentence. He panted and thrust, moaning loudly at a higher and higher pitch, until together we _whined_and we were shuddering together, gasping as our searing hot loins released together. I squeezed harder than he'd ever experienced, instinctively trying to lock him inside of me, while he emptied his balls into the old condom. I could feel it inside me, _thrumming_against my internal clit, until I was _yapping_like a puppy, my human body drenched in sweat.

We cuddled after that in each others' arms, not worried about the strong body odor or the slick sweat on our bodies. All that mattered was that we were there, together, and we'd shared something we would never forget.

"My parents will be back soon," he groaned.

"I've got Volleyball in an hour."

Todd grinned up at me. "My parents and the dog are fishing again tomorrow..."

"I'll be here."

* * * * *

I wasn't, though. A huge rainstorm hit in the middle of our Volleyball game, and the next day was wet and miserable. I got a text from Todd saying his parents weren't going fishing, and I sent him a frowny face back.

"Dirt got in a lot of trouble for rooting around in my parents' sheets," he texted.

I typed back, "He could smell me on them."

The next message started with a yellow face sticking out his tongue, but it read, "I think he likes you. Ever thought about doing it with a dog?"

I paused in the glow of my phone, still taking refuge against the pattering rain in my tent. He was just joking, right? "No. You?" I replied, with no emoji of any kind.

He seemed to catch on to my mood. "Lol, just kidding around."

I took a deep breath. "My first and second cousin are my age, and _they_did."

There was a long pause and then, "Woah, for real?"

"One on purpose, the other supposedly on accident. Two months ago."

"XD."

I wasn't sure his response was the right emotion, so I clarified, "They're _both_pregnant, and now everyone in school thinks I'm a dogfucker like them."

"Jesus. Sorry..."

"It's not your fault."

He replied quickly with, "No wonder you wanted to get away."

"Believe me, there isn't anyone there like you. They all see me as a dog now," I typed.

"Their loss."

I was crying now. "I need you. Come to my tent tonight at 2:00 AM - I'll let you in the back."

"U sure?"

"Definitely. I've got a condom," I typed, making a mental note to delete that message before someone else got a hold of my phone.

I rooted around in my bag next to 'Old Faithful' and found the old rubber I'd snagged from the nurse's office when I was twelve. It was still sealed. How long did condoms last before they went bad? Whatever, it would work.

That day was miserable. Not only was it rainy all day and there was nothing fun to do but read and text Todd, my brother came to my tent. I let him in, but not before scolding him about getting water everywhere. "Jesus, Elliot, what is it?"

"Uh...hi Klara."

"There better be more to this than that," I glowered.

"Um...yeah. I guess. I saw you, yesterday. Going off with that boy," he said, ears flat.

I flattened my own ears, furrowing my brow. "What's that got to do with you?"

"You went to his trailer. Alone."

"What I do with Todd is none of your business," I replied flatly.

"Hey," he said, crouching back and cowering with his Labrador body. "I'm just worried about you. What do you really know about this guy?"

"My little brother, looking out for me," I said dryly. "If you want to be useful,don't tell Mom or Dad."

Elliot shook his head. "I'm only a year younger than you, Klara. But I'm not gonna tell. I just wanted to make sure you were thinking this through."

I growled and punched him in the arm. "Oh, like you were thinking it through when you went out with Sicily? Talk about a dumb bitch! You think if I were a guy you'd even think twice about warning me about...Toddette?"

"It's not sexist!" he protested. "I mean...you're in heat! He could get you pregnant."

"Jesus, Elliot, you're disgusting. 'Sides, you could have gotten Sicily pregnant. It's only okay if you can weasel out of the consequences? That's the_definition_ of sexism," I said, crossing my arms.

He rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to make sure that...if you two are...you know...that you're being safe."

"Yes, Elliot," I said pointedly, trying to make him as uncomfortable as humanly possible. "We fucked, and yes, Elliot, we used protection. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Jesus, Klara. I just wanted to make sure. See if I try to help _next_time you're in trouble."

"Since when am I in trouble? Get out of my tent, Elliot. You're being ridiculous."

"Fine." he said, storming out into the rain.

I shouldn't have been so hard on him. He really had to be worried to get soaked in the rain just to talk to me about it.

Dinner was quick and terse because of the wind and rain, and we didn't have a tarp or anything, so we just had cold sandwiches in our tents alone. If the rain didn't let up soon, I thought I might try to hang out with Todd and his family in their warm trailer even _if_Dirt was there, too. I set my alarm clock for 1:45 (on vibrate) and tried to get some sleep before Todd would arrive.

I woke up, and the rain had slacked a little. Still, it was probably loud enough to cover our planned tryst. I was very anxious as I waited for Todd, as if I thought he might not come. But really, what sort of teenager would turn down a chance at sex?

Sure enough, two minutes to 2:00, I heard Todd whispering behind the tent. Slowly, I lowered the zipper to the rear entrance, and Todd climbed into the dark tent with me. I didn't dare run a light that would illuminate the two of us inside the tent just in case Mom or Dad had to get up and use the lavatories.

"Thank God," I said, softly, pulling Todd into my arms.

"What a waste of a day," he whispered back.

"But not a waste of a night."

With that, we were done talking. Communication wasn't really the glue of our relationship. Besides, our tongues were awfully busy.

The wind and rain beat down against the tent, easily covering our noises as we stripped each other and made out, hands a blur against our bodies. Before I knew what was happening, Todd was spreading my hind legs with his hands and removing my de-scenting pad, his hands and tongue moving to my bouncing spade. I knew I could trust a man who spent so much of his attention making sure _I_felt good.

Until I felt _too_good. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was just bad luck, but at the exact moment the storm slackened, I couldn't hold back and cried out into the mostly quiet night. I clapped my mouth shut and Todd paused, frozen in place.

At first, I thought I'd gotten away with it, but a glance over at my parent's tent showed me the truth. The light flickered on, and my mother was coming out of the tent. "Fuck...just stay quiet and I'll get her to go away." Todd nodded, shrinking down in the back of the tent.

"Honey, is something wrong?" she called out, standing at the front of the tent. I barely had time to throw on a white undershirt. Thankfully it was too dark to see who was _inside_my tent. Unzipping the front, I thrust myself through and blocked any view deeper.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"What was that noise?" she said, looking me over. "You look flushed. Let me check your forehead."

I couldn't stop a worried mother. She put her hand on my head. "I'm fine," I grumbled.

"You're burning up. Come on, let's get you a warm cup of cocoa and some Ibuprofen." She took a step back, expecting me to follow into the light drizzle, all that remained of the storm.

"I...I can't," I rambled, not sure how to explain away that I was mostly naked with a boy in the tent. "Just go back to bed, Mom, please."

"You can't walk? It's worse than I thought. David...?"

Now she was waking up my dad!? "No, wait..."

"Yeah?"

"Put a pot of hot water on the stove. Our little Klara is sick."

He grumbled, but he always did what Mom said.

This was the worst thing that ever happened to anyone. While Mom doted and Dad heated up the water, I was stuck, unable to move from my spot, or she might see Todd cowering in the back of the tent. As bad as it was for me, I could only imagine how it must feel for Todd, stuck in a compromising position with no clue how nice and reasonable my parents really were. As far as he knew, a shotgun waited for him if he was caught.

For a while, Todd was a quiet as a ghost, but I don't know if it was boredom, or playfulness. While Mom held a warm towel to my forehead, I felt him touch me. There.

"Ah!" I gasped, which only made my mother worry more, but did nothing to stop Todd from taking advantage of my precarious situation. My tent was fairly sizable, as a mentioned, and he managed to find enough room to crouch behind me and resume his work. I could hardly believe it! He was licking me out while I was still trying to shoo my mother away!

Still, it did_feel pretty amazing. I tried kicking him away, but he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, running his tongue up my swollen vulva. Maybe Elliot was right - Todd _knew_I couldn't tell him no, and he ignored my obvious signs of distress. Just because I agreed to have sex with him two days ago, and tonight didn't mean I was okay doing it _right in front of my mother!

"There, does that feel better?" she asked.

"Mom, I'm fine, just go back to bed!" I gasped, groaning as Todd slid his tongue _inside_me. Instinctively, I lifted my rump and my tail.

"That doesn't sound fine to me," she corrected, turning back to their tent to yell, "David, is that water ready yet?"

Of course, all that chatter woke up Elliot, too. His light came on, and he looked groggily out of his own tent. "What's going on?"

Surely Todd heard that as well, but he didn't stop just because _two_people were watching me.

"Your sister is running a fever," Mom said.

"No I'm not!" I yelped. Desperately, I glanced at Elliot and when Mom was looking away I mouthed silently 'help me!'

Elliot saw, and his eyes widened, and he started to get up, but then he stopped himself. "Mom, she can take care of herself," he said, before sliding back into bed. Goddamn him.

Next time Mom put the washcloth to my forehead and Todd slurped at my defenseless pussy, I yipped, "Stop it!" and kicked again. A message for both of them.

It didn't work...for_either_. Mom just said, "Dad will be here with the hot chocolate in just a minute dear. I mean, look at you! You're trembling!"

I was, because after I told Todd to knock it off, he stopped what he was doing - to go further. He must really get off on risky sex, because the next thing I felt was his hands reaching around my hips. He wasn't staying low anymore, and if even the smallest gap appeared in my tent flap, my Mom would see him behind me! I felt him push up against my raised rump until his tip was poking right up against my puffy mound. Had I given him my condom? Had he brought his own? I was in no position to check, and the teenager seemed to reveling in his power over me. I bit my lip; we were going to have to have a _long_talk after this.

"Mom...Mom, I'll be okay. Just, please...listen to me. Let me sleep on it...please!" I gasped, wondering if Todd would really go through with it. He didn't let go of my hips, but he was just rocking himself against me.

Mom looked like she was about to give in, when Dad popped his head out of the tent. "Did_someone_ need hot chocolate and Ibuprofen?" he joked, padded over to me and Mom.

Annnnnnnnd that's when Todd did it. For the second time in my life, a boy pushed himself into me, when I was staring _both_my parents right in the face. My heat-swollen folds gave way easily to his firm thrust.

"Aaaaowww!" I howled.

Now _Dad_looked worried. "She's really sick, huh."

Mom yelled, "Elliot, get your lazy bones out of bed and get some dry firewood from the ranger station."

"Grrrrr...fine," he said, crawling out of bed. He was still stony-faced and looked in no mood to help me out of my own predicament. Without even a glance at me, he headed off into the woods, muttering under his breath.

Now my whole family was doting over me while my doggy rear end was being used just a couple feet deeper into my tent. I was panting now, trying hard to resist the shockwave of pleasure emanated from beneath my tail. Todd wasn't holding back at all, and I could only be grateful his own breaths were muffled by the tent and the wind, as he pounded away at me. Despite the cold, I was sweating, and Mom wiped it away again with the cloth, even as I failed to suppress another moan.

"Here, drink this," she said, placing the two pills on my tongue and extending the steaming hot chocolate.

There was no point in trying to stop her now. I took the pills and gulped down the warm mug. It wasn't so bad, actually, but no amount of cocoa could make what was happening to me seem normal. Again and again, Todd slammed his hips up against mine, holding me firmly in place with his hands, while I blushed and did my level best to convince my parents to go away.

Elliot returned with some wood and used the butane lighter to get a solid fire going, and I glanced back to see if the light would somehow reveal Todd through the tent. But no, the silhouette would only show _behind_the tent, thank God. Elliot grumbled, "I'll go get more wood," and headed off again.

The warmth of the fire was nice, actually. I stopped telling the truth and gave in to the lie that I was sick, because I could predict what was about to happen. Despite myself, I was starting to get into it. Sure, I'd felt pretty dirty and kinky making out with Todd while my parents were sleeping just a dozen feet away, but this was ridiculous!

I was in heat, I couldn't help but buck my hips against a randy lover, but now I shivered and moaned, and my parents just assumed that I was suffering from the flu. Todd was turned on more than ever before judging by his rapid thrusts and soft grunts - another reason I couldn't afford to suppress my _own_sounds.

"Should we call the doctor, Sasha?" Dad asked, concerned.

Mom said, "We don't have phones."

"Where's Elliot?" Dad asked, glancing around, but the boy was still getting firewood. "What about your phone, sweetie?"

"No!" I yelped. There was literally no way I could get my phone without revealing everything. "I don't want to move," I whimpered, thrusting my hips up and down on Todd's pumping cock. He'd been at it for about two minutes, but it seemed like an eternity of holding off my parents.

Mom said, "I could go around the back..."

"No!" I gasped again. "Just wait for Elliot to get back, okay?"

She looked confused, but she nodded in agreement.

That's when I felt it. Todd was really getting into it, and he was growing. He held me tight as he pushed himself deeper, my fat spade getting fatter with each passing second. I felt like I was inflating like a balloon! It didn't make any sense - it was almost as if...

As if...

He had a knot. I'd seen them plenty of times in videos of anthro dogs, but humans _don't_have them. Either Todd had his own private Cataclysm in the back of my tent or...

This wasn't Todd.

All color drained from my face as I felt a wet, squelching pop! I wracked my mind, but I could remember only three knots in the whole campground, and two of them belonged to my family members. That meant...Dirt. The Pit Bull must have followed Todd to our campsite! Or worse, Todd had_brought_ him here and when he realized I couldn't stop it, let the spotted beast into the back of the tent! What if Elliot was right not to trust him?

None of that mattered now. I was well and fully tied to a fertile dog. Now that he was hilted inside me, I could feel his fat balls _throbbing_against me, ready and waiting to fill my defenseless womb. Unless Todd had managed to slide a human condom onto his dog, I was about to get bred in the depths of my heat, and if Todd was the kind of person to let his dog rape someone, I had to assume he wouldn't worry about the consequences.

"Oh...fuck..." I shuddered, my hips bouncing up and down against my will.

"Honey, do you need to go to the doctor?" Dad said, worried.

_What was I going to do?_If I wanted to get help, I'd have to tell my parents everything. They'd open up the tent to see the muscular Pit Bull having his way with me, and could they really stop him anyway? If they tried to pull him off now, they'd most likely get bit. I could only imagine the horror of getting bred while my parents watched, unable to help. I don't think I'd ever survive that.

Is this how it happened with Vera? She had always maintained that she didn't mean to, and now I guess I could understand. If I risked telling my parents, I would probably _still_get a bellyful of pups, and if I didn't get their help, I would most definitely get one. Dirt was locked like a vice around my hips, bucking in short, sharp bursts that tugged painfully at my bulging vulva. Instinctively, I held my tail to the side and _clenched_around him, pinning his swollen cock right up against my cervix. I'd watched enough porn to know that not a single drop would escape our wet seal.

I couldn't let my parents see me like this. Taking a deep breath, I tried not to think about the fact that I was about to prove all the kids back home right. I was about to join Ida and Vera with my own litter of feral mutts. "N-no. I don't want to move. I-in the morning?"

Dad nodded, and Mom said, "You can go back to bed, David. I'll watch Klara."

"You sure?"

I panted, ears flat, unable to really concentrate as the Pit Bull had his way with me. I was covered in sweat, skin bright red, _slamming_my hips up and down around Dirt's breeding pole. Was Todd watching everything just behind us? Could he see the way my pussy stretched lewdly around the dog's knot? Was the fucker getting off to breeding me like a feral bitch?

"Yes," Mom said, though I didn't know to what. I was digging all four sets of claws into the bottom of the tent, heedless of the damage I might cause. The urge to look over my shoulder was strong, but I couldn't risk it. Thank God I was panting and groaning and the wind was whipping through the trees, or Mom would have noticed Dirt's grunting, steady thrusts minutes ago.

"I don't feel good..." I moaned, and it was only partially true. I felt deep knots in my stomach as I waited for the inevitable, but I couldn't deny that my heat-primed pussy was _quivering_with anticipation, massaging the dog's cock and pulling him deeper. It was as if the Labrador half of me was independent of the human half, bucking up and down, eager to be bred, while I whimpered and tried not to look Mom in the face.

"I know, dear, but you'll feel better in the morning."

I _knew_that wasn't true. "Mom...I'm sorry..." I groaned, feeling the Pit Bull throb and twitch inside of me. It wouldn't be long now...

"For what, dear?"

This,_I thought, though I couldn't speak. At that very moment, the dog's knot, _thrumming inside against my clit, was too much. I tossed my head back and gasped, "Aaaaaah!" as the yellow-furred bitch inside me finally gave in to her stud. If this is what Todd wanted, he got it in spades, as I shuddered and humped beneath Dirt, pussy convulsing like a marathon-runner's heart. My tail ached, muscles rigidly to the side as I felt the first, heady splurt. Thankfully, Dirt only gave a soft grunt as his balls twitched against my rump, launching rope after rope of sticky seed in waves against the shore of my cervix. Reaching forward, I grabbed Mom's hand with both of mine, squeezing hard.

"Klara..." she whined, not sure how best to help her daughter. There was nothing she could do.

"I'll be okay," I promised in ragged gasps, unable to tell her the truth. She'd know soon enough that I was pregnant, but I needed time and distance before I could figure out how to explain what happened, and I certainly wasn't going to tell her _when_I got my little present from Dirt.

My betraying little pussy milked the dog for all he was worth, clenching down hard around his fat knot and drinking every drop straight into my fertile, unprotected womb. I swear I could feel my Labrador belly swelling. How many eggs would be waited for him? A feral dog tended to leave a sizable litter, judging by Ida. Six? Eight? I was too young for this!

Mom squeeze my hand as I rode out my orgasm, unaware what was _really_happening. Finally, I was gasping and wheezing, my yellow rump crumpling beneath me, exhausted. Dirt just shrugged and turned around, still tied tightly to my quivering cunt. I felt his tail wagging fast, still spurting inside me. It sweeped over me in broad strokes.

Wait...wasn't Dirt's tail docked? I thought back to when I first saw him driving past the trailer. It was. This wasn't the Pit Bull at all. But...then who?

_A wolf...?_Now I was _really_grateful I hadn't alerted my parents. What would they do if they saw a wolf attacking me!? I quivered there, completely clueless as to who the father of my pups would be. It couldn't...not _Elliot?_No, he'd been in his tent when this had all started.

"I, uh...think the fever's broken," I said, eager to get Mom the hell away from me. Now that I was recovering my breath and not moaning like before, I could be a lot more convincing. "You can go to bed, Mom."

Elliot finally returned to camp, empty handed. "They were out of firewood."

"It's okay," Mom explained. "The Ibuprofen is kicking in."

"Well...good," was all he said.

* * * * *

My sister called me over about five minutes after Mom went back to bed.

"Elliot, Elliot!" she called in his direction, cupping her hands.

She was still half-emerged from her tent. I walked over to her. I checked to see that Mom and Dad were in their tent with the lights out, and whispered, "Got caught, huh?"

Klara looked up at me with wide eyes. "Sort of...but it wasn't Todd."

"What?"

"I...I think a...a wolf...sniffed me out...and..."

It wasn't a wolf. I knew that much, but I couldn't tell Klara that. I had to pretend to be surprised, even though when I went to get firewood the second time, I'd actually snuck around the back of her tent, thinking I'd find Todd hiding there. With the fire roaring, I saw the strange silhouette and was confused. It looked like someone was crouched behind Klara. Carefully, I crept forward, holding my cell phone flashlight low to the ground.

The back of the tent was open, which must have been how he got in. I opened the back of the tent as quietly as I could to find the yellow lab mounted and inside my sister, pumping his hips back and forth as he drilled her. I saw him around the camp a few times, but I hadn't thought much of it. Now, the pet dog had gone and made me some nieces and nephews.

I couldn't tell her that I'd frozen there, watching the dog spread my sister apart again and again, his knot beginning to swell. And I'd done nothing but watch, paralyzed, as the dog slid his growing bulge inside her. Oh, I knew what would happen. I could see his long-furred balls swinging back and forth just a few feet in front of me. I knew that if I didn't act right then, the feral dog would tie to Klara, and there'd be no coming back from that.

But I did nothing as he swelled up, bloating her swollen spade until it was like a softball, locking himself inside the fertile bitch - I mean, my sister. I couldn't tell her that I could have stopped him, pulled him off before he claimed her, but I didn't. I just watched.

And recorded the whole thing.

I felt bad, I really did. But not bad enough. She didn't want my help anyway!

"Oh my God," I said, reaching for the tent flap. Klara was trembling as she looked over her shoulder. I pulled the flap aside, and she left out a huge sigh.

"Oh, thank God," she gasped, seeing the fluffy, yellow tail wagging back and forth across her back.

"Klara...he's..."

She looked back over at me, tears in her eyes. "I know, Elliot. I know. I...thought he was Todd, but he must have run away when Mom started talking to me. What am I going to do?"

I paused. "You...just have to hope. There's always a chance..."

She shook her head. "I'm going to end up like Ida and Vera... No one will look at me the same way again..."

I knew _I_wouldn't ever look at Klara the same again. "Just wait until Star pulls out, and pretend nothing happened. If you're lucky, nothing will even happen."

She looked up at me. "Star?"

"I saw him yesterday," I lied, remembering the very end of my video when the happy, contented canine turned around, face to face with me, his nameplate glistening in the flashlight.

"Th-thanks, Elliot. I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

"It's okay, sis. We all make mistakes."