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"Don't worry, girls. Drinks are on me this time around!"

No matter how the years of life pushed on, and the stresses thereof changed, there was always a need for an escape and a release, and thus, the tradition of ladies' night out continued for Amy and her friends, as it had in the couple of years since they were able to legally drink.

Acting extremely generous during the event, Amy and her two closest friends, Trixie and Sheila, took turns paying for the drinks during the fabled evening. Sometimes, they lost track of who was actually supposed to pay, and on occasion, they would only feel like having a drink or two before exhaustion overwhelmed the trio, but no matter what, the girls poked a little fun at each other and had the kind of stress-free nights that made it a little easier to handle the coming week.

"A round of Long Islands, please!" Amy cheerfully leaned over the bar and waved her credit card at a tall, gruff doberman. Her tail was nearly curled up with delight as she kept leaning forth, until she was nearly prone over the edge of the bar, not the least bit worried about the other kinds of attention she was drawing to herself.

Usually, she would have expected a bartender to give her a friendly smile and a nod, but they were in unfamiliar territory; it was Sheila's idea to give a new bar a try, instead of their usual spot, and Amy couldn't help feeling a little insulted when the doberman rolled his eyes at her request.

"Not big on reading?" he asked, as he tapped a claw against a big, bold-lettered sign on the back wall of the building: CASH ONLY.

Ears that were perked with excitement almost immediately went flat, as the border collie looked at her credit card as little more than useless plastic. "N...no exceptions?"

"Not even for you," the bartender replied, his voice bordering on such sarcasm that Amy found it quite rude. "Cash only...and our ATM is out of order. Sorry about the inconvenience."

"I have to walk to the ATM up the street?!" Amy yelled back, allowing her frustration to boil over. "Isn't there anywhere closer I can get a little cash? It's my turn to buy!"

Amy's friends were eager to drink, and though they were patient, none of them had planned for a cash only bar. All hope wasn't lost, however, as the bartender darted his eyes to the left and right, before beckoning at Amy to come a little closer with a pawtip.

"You really need cash that badly?" he asked, as Amy leaned in as far as the bar would allow her body to bend.

She nodded. "It's our thing, y'know? I don't want to let my friends down."

The doberman placed something upon the bar, slipped it under a cocktail napkin and pushed it toward Amy, before gesturing at the bathroom. "There's another way to earn a little coin around here, if you're that desperate. I'm sure a young, energetic thing like yourself could get enough for a round of drinks in no time."

Amy rested an open palm on the napkin, and with a tiny press, she could recognize the feeling of a squishy, rubbery ring inside of plastic packaging. She gasped, and as warmth rushed to her cheeks, she wondered just how faithful she really was to her friends...and if going so far was worth the trouble it might cause.

**

"Man...there is like...no tail here at all!"

In a college town, even after someone graduated, it was likely that they'd pay their old haunts a visit from time to time. The heyday of slamming brews and bragging about how many shots he could take may have passed for Daryl, but the border collie still enjoyed kicking a couple drinks back at his favorite old spot.

That night in particular, however, it seemed that the local females were nowhere to be found.

"There's a couple girls down that way you could try talking to, instead of bitching at me about it," the doberman bartender replied.

"Nah...those look like they might be my sister's friends," Daryl explained. "Besides, Zack...it's not like you've got anything else going on right now. This place is dead tonight."

Daryl closed his deep, brown eyes with a sigh and took another swig from his beer. He was already a couple drinks deep; not nearly enough for him to be truly inebriated, but perhaps, just enough for him to consider doing something that a sober person might find irresponsible.

Zack could see desperation and boredom building up in one of his old college friends, and more importantly in this case, a loyal customer of the bar. Not wanting to lose Daryl to a rival establishment for the evening, Zack took in a deep, heavy sigh and looked around, making sure that none of his managers were looking.

"...Listen, I just sent this smoking hot chick into the one stall in the bathroom-

"The one with the glory hole?" Daryl cut in.

"Y-yeah, that one. She thinks she's gonna get paid by the next guy who goes in there, but...maybe I can let you slip in there first?" Zack offered, and though it might have been a flimsy gesture, at best, it seemed to be enough to keep Daryl interested.

With another long, drawn gulp and a thoughtful cock of the brow, Daryl shrugged and hopped up from his bar stool. "Not like there's any action going on out here."

Zack wasn't the most savory character, himself, but even he didn't know what kind of trouble he was about to get Daryl into.

Daryl was none the wiser, of course, as he walked across the mostly empty bar. Old tables surrounded by rickety chairs were easy enough to bypass when there was no one sitting in them, and other than the few locals that were throwing darts at the wall, no one would have even seen Daryl making his way into the men's room.

He knew about the glory hole stall from his years of being a patron of the bar, but in truth, he'd always believed it to be a joke, more than anything. It was a rare sight to actually see anyone taking advantage of the "service," and typically, if things got a little too rowdy in the bathroom, management would be called to take care of things.

In this instance, with the bar nearly dead and no one paying attention to Daryl in the first place, he allowed his mind to wander at just how much fun he might have. He ignored whatever substance stuck to his palm as he pushed the door of the bathroom open, and just to make sure that Zack wasn't playing yet another prank on him, he tilted his head down just slightly, ensuring that there was someone in the working stall.

Curvy, he thought, as he saw a black and white pattern slipping down along thick, smooth thighs. There was the slightest bit of a curl in the tail, but that was as far as he could see, and something about taking a further look felt a little creepy to Daryl, even if he chuckled at the thought of peeking being the step too far, in this case.

Without a word of warning, he slipped into the empty stall next door, and closed it locked quietly behind him.

On the other side of the wall, Amy swallowed back a nervous gulp and parted her dry, nervous lips. She'd never done such a thing, and wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was; she had no idea what to expect, and as Daryl cast his gaze down at the hole in the wall, he could only see an open maw and a long, wet tongue.

Works for me, his thoughts carried more enthusiasm than he could express, even if he were to speak. Unable to see what was coming, but able to venture a guess, Amy wasn't too surprised when she heard the familiar sound of pants being unzipped, and moments later, her nostrils were filled with the overwhelming scent of an excited male.

What disturbed her wasn't the feeling of a slowly growing canine tip on her tongue, but the fact that the scent, as she further embraced it, carried a sense of familiarity to it.

"Nnnf...nngh..." Daryl grunted from the other side of the bathroom stall, as inch after inch of his canine manhood continued to creep out of the warm, lightly furred sheath at his crotch.

Amy could only taste it, but she wished she could see the bright red form of it, and the thin webs of tantalizing veins that covered it from the base to the tip. She wanted to see the male attached...but she was blissfully unaware, and in a sense, that made things exciting for her, allowing her to create the picture of exactly the kind of lover that she'd want to be on the other side.

If she actually knew that it was her brother that she was tasting, it might have soured the whole experience for her.

Kinda salty, kinda sweaty...but I like it, she thought, as she closed her eyes and leaned forth until her nose was pressed against the stall wall, where so many other muzzles and other body parts had been placed before. She could only feel a couple inches of the length against her tongue, and though she was still reeling at the thought of what she'd done, she'd already come this far; she wasn't going to settle for a mere sample.

Her desire still wasn't sated, even when she felt a gentle thrust against her tongue. Tilting her head back and opening her throat just slightly, Amy let out a quiet rumble of appreciation as more and more of the satisfying cock slipped into her open, welcoming mouth.

It was creating a buzz in the pit of her womanhood that was hard to ignore, but Daryl couldn't ignore the strange sensation that he knew that growl. He was sure that he'd heard it somewhere before, and with a start, he recoiled his hips and pulled back just slightly.

In her juxtaposition, Amy decided that it was her turn to be on the receiving end for a moment.

While Daryl sat back from the wall for a moment and watched saliva drip from the end of his cock, having no clue it belonged to his sister, the same female was already out of her shorts. She'd taken care to fold her clothes neatly and set them on the lid of the toilet seat before, but when she turned and grabbed the lid and knocked them to the floor, she was getting past the point of caring. The thrill, the sheer rush of what she was about to do set every nerve in her body tingling, and without hesitation, she pounded her backside against the stall with such force that it shook, accompanied by a chorus of rusted, rickety bolts.

The sound snapped Daryl out of his internal search, and brought him back to the sight of slightly pouted, glistening labia, sitting right up against the hole in the wall and inviting him in with a scent that was equally comforting, and enticing. It only built on the idea that Daryl actually knew who was on the other side of the wall, but in his lustful haste, he never bothered to investigate further...he only knelt down and leaned forward without question, knowing what the female was after.

It was only fair that he played the game, as well, and his tongue was slick with saliva and eager for a taste as it passed through the glory hole and brushed against soft, velvety flesh. Drooling arousal spilled upon his lips as he leaned further into the passage, and Amy did all that she could not to squeal with delight as Daryl took a full, deep taste of her eager sex.

Slightly sweet and just a little bit salty, Daryl immediately became fond of the bouquet of her cunt. He couldn't think of any other drink at the bar he'd rather have as more feminine juices spilled from her pouted folds, and when the tip of his tongue finally brushed against the erect, growing nub of her clit, Amy couldn't keep her voice down any longer.

"Nnn... nnnyes!" she cried out, but in the very next second, she bit down on her lower lip. She didn't want to cause a ruckus and get caught by the management, and worse still, she didn't want to take the risk of the male on the other side being someone she knew. She couldn't imagine that any male she'd go to bed with would do such a thing, of course, but she also never would have guessed that it was her own brother who was so skillful with his tongue.

Without ever having tasted her glorious petals before, it seemed that Daryl knew just where to brush his tongue on his own sister, but her cry of delight confused his ears yet again, as he was sure that he'd heard the voice somewhere before.

In the heat of the moment, he didn't question it any further. He only let out a quiet whine as the delicious flesh pulled back.

"Shhh..." he heard from the other side, and with prying eyes, Daryl looked through and saw a quick, beckoning curl of a pawtip. No matter how dense he might usually be with women, he couldn't have possibly misunderstood, and as he gripped his stiff, pulsing member by the base, he saw the warm, slick entrance coming closer again.

Whoever the girl on the other side was, she was a perfect fit for Daryl, as her womanhood parted easily around the tapered tip of his canine length. It was a gentle stroke to start, and Daryl treated the girl with as much respect as one could treat someone in a glory hole, allowing her body to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of her.

Bent over in front of the hole and having only her lower lip to bite down on, Amy feared she might draw blood if she kept from howling, but she did her damnedest, refusing to cry out in the delight that she felt. She only whimpered and rumbled quietly around her fangs, and the sound of quick, desperate pants from the other side of the wall cued Daryl in to going a little faster.

If he so much as looked over the wall for a split second, he would have pulled free, but instead, as he felt tiny, gentle squeezes from Amy's inner walls, he slammed his hips forth with a renewed energy and braced his paws on the wall. He only wished that he could grab the hips of the mysterious female and rut her like a proper canine, but if this was the best that he could do, he'd happily slam into her until they were both completely spent.

Canine instinct, however, was quickly set to backfire on him, as he'd forgotten something essential in all of this, and Amy, for her part, completely forgot it as well.

Still sitting in a foil wrapper in her purse was the condom that Amy was supposed to give to the male who entered the restroom. Hesitance gave way to excitement in such a manner that she completely forgot about the protection, and now, it was far and away from her mind as she opened her muzzle and allowed her tongue to hang over the side of her jowls. Eyes lidded slightly as she was given exactly the kind of quick, deep fucking that a canine so desired, and against her already spread sex, she could feel the growing bulge of a knot, pressing with an obvious and undeniable intent.

Fuck it...I'll do it. I'll knot this stranger...who knows what a guy might pay for that? she thought, having made it up in her own mind that he was actually wearing the condom. She knew that she couldn't stop herself, and as her claws scraped at the cheap, dirty tiles of the floor, she felt the knot beginning to spread her folds that much wider as their act came near to a close.

She just couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Mrnf...y-yes, yes! Fucking f-fill me up! Knot me! BREED ME!"

A healthy stream of liquid arousal was spilling from her cunt as Amy thrust her hips against the wall, and just hearing the request was enough to push Daryl over a pair of edges.

The first edge was his climax, as his knot was slowly enveloped by his own sister's womanhood with a slick, moist schlip, and almost immediately, he began to howl out with delight as his sticky, heated cum spilled inside of her passage and soaked her inner muscles with a coating of the delightful seed that she'd been waiting for.

The second edge was his realization, as the voice, even in the throes of passion, was unmistakable.

"F-fuck, I'm cummin' t-t-tooooooooh my God, AMY?!"

Amy could already feel her brother's cum pooling in her womb from his impressive volume, and it would have been downright heavenly for her, if he hadn't broken the illusion for her right at the top of her peak.

"Ooh, o-oh shit..." she panted, unable to fight with the pleasure that still made her every muscle shudder with delight, even knowing the source. "You're...you're fucking k-kidding me! Daryl?!"

Tied to his sister through a wall and panting from their lustful, incestuous encounter, Daryl rested his forehead against the stall and tried to keep his composure. It was Amy who lost it, however, as she caught a glimpse of the condom wrapper, still unopened in her purse.

The sight of it only added to the sensation of her brother's cum swimming around in her womb, as she flattened her ears and widened her eyes.

Oooooooh fuck.