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The doorbell rang. "Can you get it, honey?" Pierson grumbled, changing the channel.

Stephanie's husband was a jowly, bug-eyed Pug, about half the height of other dogs with wrinkled skin and no muzzle to speak of. He was an electrician, which helped pay the bills, but somehow she always made more than him, despite being a receptionist. Still, she didn't mind his looks - she was a Pug herself.

"I guess," she groaned, getting up from the chair where she was touching up a few spots on her nails that had worn away through time and through use. Looking your best was a chore for a Pug, but Stephanie managed a cute, sort of regal look with a short skirt and green vest, her short little brown ears pulled back in a hair tie that also pulled her forehead wrinkles away, making her look younger than her twenty-three years.

Hopping up, she went to the door, not bothering to peer through before swinging it open.

Her guests were as tall as the door itself. Stephanie could have carried her husband on her shoulders and he wouldn't have to duck, but the black-furred canine that stood before her would bonk her head. She was absolutely enormous, and wide, and muscular, and tall. Stephanie had never seen the Rottweiler _or_the Rough Collie standing beside her, nowhere near as intimidatingly. "Can I help you?"

"Stephanie Moore?"

"Uh...yes?"

The wide-muzzled Rottie smiled. "I'm Liz and this is Sadie. We're friends with your boss, Kira. I have some...business...to discuss with you. Is your husband home?"

They knew Kira? Well, any friend of her energetic, kind, but strict Komodo Dragon was a friend of hers. "Yes."

Stephanie couldn't help but notice the slight disappointment on Liz's face. "I'd like to talk with you...privately. You don't mind if Sadie, here, stays with your husband?"

Stephanie took a step back. "What's this all about?" her curled tail tucking between her legs, despite her skirt.

"Just a deal I made with Kira regarding Mark and you," the big, black canine said simply.

Mark had been missing for two days, though she hadn't noticed the first day. The understated little frog had always been a bit of a loner. "Do you...know where Mark is?"

Liz nodded, grinning. "Indeed I do, and if everything goes as expected, I can take you to him."

Now Stephanie was _really_confused. What business would involve her and Mark? Where was he, and why would she want to see him? "I guess...? Come in."

The two large dogs ducked through the doorway, following Stephanie into the living room. Pierson looked up, confused. "Whu?"

"These are friends of my boss," she explained quickly. "Liz, and Sadie. Can you entertain Sadie while I speak with Liz in the other room?"

Now it was Pierson's turn to grumble. "As long as she likes football," pointing to the game that was blathering on the television set.

Sadie chuckled. "I probably know more than _you_do. My fiancee was deeply into the Seahawks."

Pierson grinned. "The Seahawks are overrated. It's all about the Broncos. Have a seat," he added, patting the spot next to him on the couch.

With that, Stephanie opened the door to the kitchen, and the huge Rottweiler crouched again to enter. "Do you need a bite to eat?" she offered politely.

Liz pulled up a chair and sat, though her girth was almost too much for the Pug-sized chair. "I'm starving."

"We've got peanut butter and bread, and cheese. I think we might have frozen waffles in the freezer..."

Before she could turn around, Liz had casually reached one paw over and grabbed the small Pug by the throat, lifting her up into the air, squirming, her muffled cries cut off by the powerful dog. "Actually, I had someone else in mind for lunch."

Stephanie stared down at Liz's gleaming, white teeth, her heart racing. She couldn't mean...could she? She coughed and sputtered, wanting to protest, or scream for help, or...

Liz spoke slowly and calmly, explaining, "I'm going to put you down, but if you scream or run, you won't get far, and I might end up with _two_Pugs instead of one. Got it?"

The Pug was already turning blue, nodding frantically as her eyes bulged even further than normal. She was promptly lowered to the floor, where she managed to gasp, "W-why...?"

The Rottweiler managed to look apologetic, despite what she'd just said. "Sorry for that nastiness. But if you start to freak out, we'd have to escalate things and that wouldn't really be fair."

"Fair?" Stephanie demanded. "You - you want to _eat_me!?" Licking her lips, the intruder couldn't help but nod. Eyes bulging again, Stephanie said, "When Kira finds out..."

Liz just gave a hearty laugh. "Kira's why you're here, my little dumpling. I'm afraid you and Mark were wagered in a poker game three nights ago, and I'm here to collect. You belong to me, now."

Stephanie sputtered, glancing around the room as if she were about to make a really bad decision. But she couldn't outrun Liz, and she had to assume that Sadie wasn't exactly on her side. "A-a game? That can't be legal! W-where's Mark?" she added suddenly, a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"I think you know that."

"No..." Stephanie whimpered. She'd never really known or cared about the frog, but he was a person. They'd shared their lunch break more than once. This was all some sick joke, but when she looked up into Liz's big eyes, she didn't see any deceit.

"Right here," Liz replied cheerfully, lifting up her shirt just far enough to reveal her thick, black belly, reaching down with one hand to grab a roll of fat in her hands. "He was really quite delicious."

"This isn't happening," she whined, glancing over at the kitchen door, thick enough to block casual conversation.

Liz cocked her head sympathetically. "You should feel honored - I risked my Breakfast to win the two of you."

"Pierson won't let you get away with this..." Stephanie tried weakly, but Liz's response was a small smile. The Pug tried again, "The police..."

Liz interrupted, "Don't know anything about our little underground gambling. They can't connect Kira to me, and what sort of evidence would they find?"

Stephanie paused, wracking her brain, but came up empty. "So that's it, then. You're going to eat me, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Liz nodded.

"And if I don't cooperate, you'll eat my husband, too."

She nodded again.

Stephanie took a long, deep breath. The twenty-three year old secretary had never imagined anything like this would ever happen. It was completely surreal, but also completely out of her control. With a whimpering glance at the door that blocked her off from Pierson, she trembled, and said, "Okay."

Liz laid her ears back. "You must really love him. I expected you to kick and scream and beg - like Mark."

"What good would that do?" the young Pug sighed.

"Well, take off your clothes," Liz said, all business. If Stephanie's plan was to get the Rottweiler to spare her out of sympathy, that had failed miserably. Stephanie shivered and did as she was told, stripping naked in front of this stranger she'd only met minutes ago, though she was about to get _really_close to her. "Lie down. Don't worry, I'll make it as pleasant as possible for you."

The tan-and-brown furred Pug lowered herself onto her back on the tile floor, gazing up at the impossibly tall Rottweiler who even now descended onto all fours, gazing down hungrily at her. Stephanie had heard rumors about this kind of predation but she hadn't really believed it, except maybe in some German sex dungeon. She could only hope that somehow her husband made it through all of this. Maybe he could go to the police and report on the strange visitors the day he'd last seen his wife?

"You're in heat," Liz said casually, peering down between Stephanie's legs at her swollen, Pug pussy.

Stephanie nodded. "Pierson and I are - were - going to start a family..."

This time, Liz _did_pause. She pondered for a full five seconds before she said, "I'll tell you what. I promised I would eat you, and I will, but if you can defend your case - tell me why I should spare you - then I'll stop at eating you out, instead of eating you up."

"W-what?"

Liz licked her lips. "A kind, obedient little secretary like yourself deserves a good time on the way out. And a devoted wife deserves a chance to plead her case. So, why should I spare you?"

Stephanie froze. A thousand thoughts ran through her head - words, phrases, memories, family members, her husband. None of the words formed into the words she needed. "B-huh..."

Liz smiled knowingly. "I don't mean to put you on the spot. I'll give you a chance to think about it. Assuming you're not too distracted..." With that, the Rottweiler leaned her massive muzzle between the small Pug girl's legs and _slathered_Stephanie's heat-swollen spade with her wide, wet tongue.

As life-or-death as her thoughts were, all vanished from the Pug's mind in an instant.

* * * * *

Pierson didn't mind sharing the couch with Sadie. The tall, slender collie was quite a looker, though his taste leaned more...Pug. Besides which, he was married and that very night he and Stephanie were planning to take the first, important step in starting a family. Still, Stephanie didn't know the first thing about sports.

Sadie threw up her hands, "That was unnecessary roughness! No wonder the Broncos win all their home-games, with refs like that."

"Oh please, it's_football_. The whole sport is unnecessary roughness."

Sadie just grinned. "Maybe unnecessary, but totally fun to watch."

Pierson wagged his curled tail. "So what, exactly, is Liz's business with Steph? She doesn't get many work-related visits."

There was a short, but noticeable pause as the Rough Collie thought. "Let's just say that Liz has a vacancy that Kira agreed Stephanie should fill."

"So, like a promotion?" he said, interested. They always could use a little extra money.

"More like a temporary position."

The little Pug nodded. "Lord knows we could use the money. We're planning to start a family."

Sadie blinked. "Oh. Uh..."

"What about you? How do you know Liz? Or Kira...?"

Perking her ears, she said, "My fiancee introduced me to Kira, and then we were invited to a card game where I met Liz. I'll never forget it..."

Pierson paused, picking his next words carefully, after glancing at Sadie's ringless left hand. "You said your fiancee _was_a Seahawks fan?"

Sadie sighed. "He...passed on."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to -"

"No, it's okay," she replied, though her ears were still flat. "I've got to get used to it sometime." As if to prove it, Sadie threw her hands up again and yelled at the quarterback for throwing the ball away when Dawson was wide open.

Conversation returned to spirited trash talk about the teams on the screen, and Pierson relaxed, taking notice of Sadie's long-furred, wagging tail. "Boy, if I weren't married," he finally said, half-jokingly.

Sadie gave him a sideways glance and a smile. "Your wife isn't into football, I take it?"

"Not really. Sometimes I wonder if the only thing we really have in common is our breed. Still, there have been marriages based on less."

Sadie replied, "I've always believed that opposites attract. My fiancee was a Pomeranian, if you can believe that."

"Really? I've never been to Pomerania."

Sadie laughed. "Clever. But I guess it didn't work out with him."

Pierson blinked. "Didn't work out? You said he died."

"But not until after we'd had a falling out. I took a big risk and lost him, and even though I got him back, he couldn't forgive me."

Pierson sat there, silent until he said, "I'm surprised you even tried. Wasn't he a little...small for you?" A Pomeranian would have stood half her height!

Sadie just shook her head. "Love doesn't know heights. I still wonder what it would be like if we'd actually tied the knot." Her eyes widened and she laughed, "By which I mean got married. We definitely tied the_other_ knot, and you'd be surprised how well we - ahem - fit together."

The little Pug dropped his jaw. Was she talking about what he _thought_she was talking about? "You...ah..."

Sadie flattened her ears. "Oh, sorry. I probably shouldn't have said anything. I just get so air-headed when I'm in heat."

Now Pierson couldn't help but glance down at the collie's yoga pants, puffed out by her long fur. But up by her hips, he could see it now, the tightly wrapped diaper that had been concealing her scent from him. He glanced away, knowing that wasn't polite. "Well, ah...whatever you did to hurt him, I'm sure _I_would have forgiven you for. Just ask Stephanie - she'll tell you how understanding I am."

"Aw, thanks," Sadie grinned, wagging her tail.

Pierson was about to sit a little closer to Sadie, when he heard a loud yelp_from the kitchen. Small, black ears perked up and he said, "What was _that?"

But it didn't stop there. A high-pitched voice, probably Stephanie's, yipped_and _whimpered. Pierson jumped off the couch and started for the kitchen door.

Sadie was faster, leaping in front to block the door.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry, Pierson, but I can't let you in there."

"Wha - what's happening?" he asked, glancing past the Rough Collie as if he could see through the door. He heard a loud, feminine groan.

Sadie stood there, arms outstretched, glancing over her shoulder at the door. "I...I was supposed to lie, but I think you deserve to know the truth."

"Spit it out," he growled, debating whether he could overpower the huge collie.

"You have to promise to sit back on the couch and not over-react. If you do something stupid, I won't be able to protect you," Sadie said, her eyes full.

Pierson did as he was told, but he was started to really get afraid. When he finally sat down, Sadie explained, "Liz is here to eat your wife. If you'd barge in there, she'd have to eat you, too."

"What!?" he said too loud, remembering Sadie's warning. In a hush, he said, "_Eat_her?"

Sadie nodded. "She won Stephanie in a game of poker, and she's here to collect." His eyes immediately shifted to the phone, on a stand next to the recliner, but Sadie said, "Don't go for the phone, or your wife and you won't have a chance."

"A chance?" he protested. "She's _eating_her!"

Sadie took a step away from the door, tail dangling motionless and ears hunched up apologetically. "Probably. There's still a chance she'll spare her. I've heard it happen before for people she really admires."

Pierson's mouth gaped. "How...how often?"

Sadie winced. "Maybe one in twenty? But if you stir up a fuss, you'll be dessert."

Growling, he said, "So I'm supposed to just sit here while my wife is probably getting eaten alive in the next room?" The yips_and _yelps took on a sinister meaning as they started to grow louder.

"I guess that's the size of it."

There was an awkward silence only broken by the grunts and whines coming through the door. Pierson glowered at Sadie until the collie said, "Look, I know how you feel."

"How could you_possibly?_" he yipped.

"Liz won my fiancee in a poker game, too. I know _exactly_how it feels to sit by helplessly as the dog you love is in Liz's grasp. I could have fought, I could have begged, but all that would have done is put me on the menu."

The Pug shook his head. "Not even that beastly Rottweiler could gulp _you_down."

Sadie said, "You haven't met Texas..."

Pierson glanced at the phone again, but knew there was no hope. "We were going to start a family together..."

The collie took another step forward. "So were Robbie and I. The plans were all laid out, we had the money set aside - we were just waiting for my heat."

"How did you...handle it?"

Sadie sighed. "Robbie's gone and Stephanie will be, soon, but I'm still here. You're still here. The only thing you can do is keep moving on, right?"

"I can't believe this is happening!" he sobbed, and now, finally, Sadie returned to the Pug's side, sitting beside him on the couch and wrapping her arms around him.

"There, there. It's going to be okay."

"How is it going to be okay?"

Sadie patted his back. "Look on the bright side? Now you can meet a woman who knows a little about football."

The cute little Pug gave a choked, sobbing chuckle, though he did say, "This isn't the time for jokes."

"It wasn't a joke, Pierson. And I happen to know one such lady who's unattached."

"Wha -?" he said, a little slow on the uptake.

"Me."

Pierson stared up at the large collie, eyes wide. "Y-you?"

"Maybe that's why Liz wanted to take me along. You're sweet, Pierson. We both like sports, we both lost our mates in the same way, we both want to start a family. Why not us?"

He sat in her arms, stunned. "Are you...proposing to me?" he stuttered, still hearing the ragged gasps of his quite-living wife from the next room over.

"I guess I am," she agreed.

With that, Pierson leaned up and kissed Sadie, full on the lips.

* * * * *

Stephanie _yelped_and spread her legs, her dark, brown spade completely engulfed by Liz's huge, pink tongue. Clapping her hands to her mouth, the Pug tried desperately to muffle her sounds, but with little success. What if Pierson heard? But between the thick kitchen door and the blaring football, her muffled squeals must have been quiet enough, as he didn't charge through to door to his inevitable doom.

With her hands desperately covering her squeals, she was defenseless against the ministrations of the Rottweiler. While Stephanie had had some time to come to terms with her fate as dog food, she never prepared herself for Liz's fierce, passionate licks. The Pug got the impression that this kind of treatment was unusual, saved for special occasions, and for a second she felt strangely proud to be special. Even though the massive woman had quite politely explained her goal of eating the Pug, she was clearly doing everything she could to make Stephanie enjoy it.

And enjoy it she did. A firm hand lifted the small dog's rump so that Liz could fold her giant tongue and slam it against Stephanie's puffy Pug pussy, and in an instant, the poor prey was stuffed wider than she'd ever been before. Pierson was no slouch, but how could his small, red knot compare? Every nerve ending was thrumming_throughout her tiny body as Liz dominated her shivering spade. Whining, Stephanie wrapped her legs around the huge, black head and pulled herself _tighter.

Again and again Liz plunged into her sweet little snack, curling her tongue this way and that as she probed and lapped at every crevasse, smooshing the tip of her tongue against Stephanie's fertile womb. The Pug bitch had been scheduled to become a dam that very evening, but now, unless she could fight off the waves of pleasure wracking her body and plead her case, her oven was destined to remain empty.

"Ong Grddd!" Stephanie grunted through her hands, though she'd meant to say 'oh, God!' How could Pierson not hear her? She redoubled her efforts at silence, but what could she do with each, forceful lick slathering her from her thighs to her cervix?

Liz just guzzled greedily at the trembling tap, sliding her right hand slowly up the small woman's belly until she finally grasped between Stephanie's pert, little breasts. She was so much larger than the Pug that she had no trouble groping Stephanie while still probing her entire passageway.

Then, suddenly, Stephanie was lofted into the air, almost to the ceiling itself, hefted by two impossibly powerful hands. She gazed down, Liz's hands stabilizing her as she stood and continued to eat the precious Pug out. Stephanie blinked, realizing that if she didn't get ahold of herself, she might look at very much the same view, except that her legs would be _inside_Liz's mouth.

The struggle was titantic for the young secretary. She'd never been a particularly focused person, failing miserably at most school subjects and caring more about the social aspect. Trying to steel her mind against the sensations overwhelming her young body to form a coherent argument was like trying to do long division in a hailstorm. She tried desperately to think about her future life with Pierson, her future kids with Pierson, her career opportunities and his, how much life worth living she would miss if she ended up in Liz's belly. How she could devote her life to helping the less fortunate, and donate every penny to the church. The great novel she'd wanted to write since the sixth grade.

But every time one of those thoughts entered her head, it left just as promptly with a loud gasp and moan. She was quivering now, her hands no longer muffling her loud whines, instead placed uselessly on Liz's nose as the Pug started to buck her hips involuntarily, clenching and squeezing around the thick tongue that dominated her mind like Pierson never had. She gazed, eyes lidded, at the way her swollen spade stretched lewdly out around the thick base of Liz's tongue, bulging and throbbing. Her tail freely wagged, the curled appendage apparently as clueless as the rest of her about the danger she was in.

"Nnngh, Liz!" she gasped, ears perked, listening to the contented gulps_and _groans through the Rottweiler's busy mouth and throat.

She was no match for Liz's powerful tongue.

"Aaaah!" she squealed finally, having only managed to form the words 'Don't eat me because' before she dissolved into shuddering whimpers and came, her primed pussy sending a waterfall of her climax straight into Liz's muzzle. The Rottweiler just slurped_and _swallowed, not letting a single drop escape as the warm fluid greased her throat. Stephanie realized she was just lubricating Liz's esophagus, but she didn't care, whining pitifully as her entire body seemed to explode around her, humping helplessly as she had the most powerful orgasm of her life.

And possibly the last.

Only when the last drop had fallen did Liz lower the Pug to the ground, plopping her backwards into a chair. The small, tan-and-brown, wrinkly bitch collapsed against the back of the chair, exhausted and still quivering, her tail wagging weakly.

Though it certainly wasn't the best time, it wasn't the worst either, so Liz said simply, "Well? How do you plead?"

Barely able to open her eyes, Stephanie gazed up at the huge Rottweiler and realized the obvious answer. Her eyes widened, and she spoke firmly and confidently, "I -"

The answer was cut off as a loud and obvious moan echoed through the kitchen door, followed by a high-pitched giggle and a low grunt. Stephanie and Liz, together, stared over at the meager door that blocked the lascivious display.

* * * * *

For a fateful second, Pierson and Sadie just gazed into each others' eyes, the small, floppy-faced Pug and the tall, slender collie. Both seemed to be wondering if that kiss had really just happened.

It had, but suddenly it didn't seem as important, because there were dozens more just like it. Sadie pulled Stephanie's husband up into her arms and _slammed_her tongue into Pierson's wide muzzle, wrestling eagerly with his own pink organ. Groaning, Pierson wrapped his short arms around Sadie's neck, tilting his head for more frantic kisses.

He could hardly believe it, sharp ears still picking up the last, ragged gasps of his wife in the other room. Was she just about to slip down into the Rottweiler forever? Was she being spared in a most delicious way? He couldn't know for sure, and that uncertainty only turned him on more.

Sadie's hands slid down Pierson's back until they reached the bottom of his white t-shirt, and with a quick tug and a short break in their kisses, she removed it. Pierson imagined the most likely probability, that his small wife was just about to be nothing more than a bulge in that huge, sexy Rottweiler. Then it wasn't really cheating, he figured, his hands suddenly groping Sadie's breasts through her loose blouse.

The collie tossed her head and arched her back, whimpering as she pressed her boobs into Pierson's small hands. With her muzzle no longer available, Pierson turned to her long, sleek-furred neck, slurping_and _lapping. Now that he was thinking clearly, Sadie had it all - she was prettier, smarter, shared more in common with him, and even seemed nicer. And damn was she a good kisser. Two Pugs had a hell of a time getting their sunken mouths to meet! He was falling, fast, his head whirling, realizing that if his current wife really _was_dog food, he wouldn't even need to get a divorce.

He paused. "What if she_doesn't_ get swallowed?"

Sadie whined at the break, but said, "Then this never happened and you can get on with your life."

Pierson's ears drooped. So she didn't want to be a homewrecker. Suddenly he found himself in the strange position of _hoping_that the woman he'd promised to love and to cherish would instead be lunch and then perish. Grinning, he remembered the escape clause - till death do you part.

A flurry of color flashed before his eyes as Sadie took this opportunity to rip her blouse off, her white-furred breasts free in the air. "Oh, baby," Pierson groaned, and buried his face in the collie's large breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him close as he licked and nuzzled and even suckled. Sadie let out a loud whine, but Pierson didn't bother to see if the two in the kitchen would come check on them. Liz wouldn't care, and Stephanie was probably rather restrained at this point.

While the Pug feasted on Sadie's bosom, she leaned back, pulling him on top of her. She slid her hands now to his pants. There was no belt to undo, and he was wearing denim shorts. She deftly unbuttoned him, and started to pull his pants and underpants down at the same time. Pierson kicked and wriggled his legs to help, never stopping his tongue. He swirled around the collie's nipples, biting down just enough for a slight sting that made Sadie gasp.

"Oh, God, Pierson!" she whimpered.

Now, the Pug was naked, and with his face buried in Sadie's chest, the small dog's sheath was pressed up against the Rough Collie's belly. Curious, the horny bitch slid a hand to cup him, feeling his slick, red erection grow into her palm. "You're even bigger than my fiancee!" she gasped.

That was the first time anyone had referred to him as big, or bigger than someone else. Her relationship with that Pomeranian had really paid off for the Pug. She was literally the perfect woman for him!

He couldn't help but hump into her hand, his tongue finally getting tired. He looked up questioningly at Sadie and she nodded. He knew what she wanted. Even as he realized the sounds from next door had stopped, and his wife was now silent, Pierson crawled backward until he was between Sadie's legs, his paws reaching up to the waistband of her stretchy pants.

She lifted herself up as he began to strip her, kicking each leg off one after the other. All that remained was a white, sanitary diaper that still hid everything. Sadie nodded again.

Like unwrapping a Christmas present, Pierson slowly pulled the Velcro tab apart. The diaper fell away just like that, revealing Sadie's heat-swollen, quivering gift. His jaw dropped, eyes following every contour of the rigid, throbbing spade. Her folds were so puffed up that the 'y' shape was standing out almost two inches, like a flat surface. Sadie was so deep in heat, he wondered if he could even push past those tight, swollen folds.

Pierson opened his mouth, ready to add his own lubricant to Sadie's dripping cunt, but she put a finger to his muzzle. Spreading her legs as she leaned back against the couch, she said, "Just do me."

Pierson dropped his jaw, his throat dry. "But you're in heat..." He'd expected some sort of alternative sex, though he wasn't tall enough to try a sixty-nine. Or at least a condom!

Sadie shoved her long-furred tail aside, her swollen mound just inches from his face. "Make me your mate, Pierson."

"But what if..." he stammered, waving his hands useless toward the kitchen. He hadn't heard much of a peep from that room, which said a lot, but he still didn't _know_that he was a widower.

"Listen," Sadie said, and for a second they were quiet. They heard nothing. She said, "Stephanie is puppy chow."

"But -" he said, hoping to convince Sadie to agree that even if Stephanie was okay, she would stay with him.

Sadie whined. "Then I'll raise your pups alone. Just give them to me!"

Though that wasn't the answer he'd been looking for, it was a compelling argument none-the-less. Without further hesitation, the Pug climbed on top of her, lining his chubby cock up with her bouncing mound. He saw her hands gripping the couch cushions so hard that tears were starting to form. Reaching up as far as he could, he grabbed the collie around the belly for stability. He could hardly believe he'd just met this women an hour ago, and now he was about to start a family with her.

"Now!" she gasped.

With a grunt, he pushed up and in. Despite the size of her spade, she'd obviously only spent time with her fiancee, because she was tight. If she hadn't been soaked in her own heat, he couldn't have pushed past her resistance, but as it was, it was slow-going. His bony tip speared her, sliding centimeter after centimeter into her unprotected pussy.

"Oh...Pierson..." she groaned.

He was holding his breath, trying to keep from exploding right then and there as he guided himself deepe. Though _he_couldn't reach her breasts, she could, letting go of the torn couch to clasp her hands to her own breasts, gasping for air. He'd had unprotected sex with plenty of bitches before, but never with one at risk of getting knocked up.

"It's so...different when you're in heat...!" Sadie gasped, squeezing down hard around Pierson's cock which only made his progress slower. She was so strong! "So much better!"

Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted more than anything to spend the rest of his life with Sadie. Growling, he said, "You're mine, now. I'm going to knot you so hard..."

"Do it! Fill me up!" she shuddered.

"I'm going to fill you up in every way. You'll be waddling_for the rest of the day, and then for _nine months," he grinned.

"I want _all_of you!" she whined.

Pierson pumped hard, revelling in the tight, soft tunnel that engulfed his growing cock. Finally, he managed to hilt himself balls deep, just barely long enough to poke her last line of defense. His fat, brown balls, having prepared the whole day to unleash a torrent of seed into his wife, was now primed and ready to let loose in a different womb. They didn't care, and neither did he, whose uterus would hold his litter.

Hands drifting down from her breasts, Sadie grabbed Pierson by the shoulder and pulled him toward her, whimpering. "Don't let a single drop escape," she gasped.

Pierson groaned, his knot already swelling inside her. Her already enormous, throbbing spade started to inflate outwards like a balloon, sealing the two together in a way more intimate and special than even his wedding to Stephanie. This was true connection, where Pierson and Sadie became one grunting, moaning beast, and together, part of him and part of her would combine into cute little Puglies. "He could...go...all...the...way!" he gasped, making an untimely football reference.

Sadie just laughed, and replied, "Push it past the goal line!"

Pierson spared a moment to consider the kitchen. He and Sadie had been _far_from quiet to this point, but no one had burst through the door to investigate. Neither Stephanie nor Liz had made a peep as far as he could tell. His wife really _was_eaten! Just beyond that door, a round-bellied Rottweiler was sleeping off a meal, while Pierson was quite clearly 'moving on'.

"I didn't really believe it until now," he gasped, tugging gently to test his knot.

Sadie followed his glance to the kitchen door. "Sorry..."

Pierson shook his head. "No...it's...kinda hot! I've been married to that airhead for two years and now she's just...gone. She walks into the kitchen and I never see her again."

Bucking her hips up against him weakly, she whined, "It's liberating, isn't it?"

Pierson just grinned. "I think we were meant to be together forever."

"Then do it! Make me a mother!" she whimpered, arching her back, her tail flagging off the couch.

This time, when he tested his knot, he was stuck. There was no going back, he was about to pump this bitch's unprotected womb full of pups. Grasping Sadie's fur with both hands, he leaned forward and started humping even faster, sharp, short thrusts making the couch squeak. "I'm going to fill your belly so hard you look like you're six months pregnant!"

All she could do was squeal and wrap her legs around her new mate, waiting for the inevitable flood of life-giving seed. She hadn't come here expecting anything like this, but now she wouldn't feel so alone. She'd felt so _empty_a few days after she'd lost Robbie, but Pierson could more than adequately take his place.

"You ready?" he whined in a rather unflattering way.

"Yes!"

With that, Pierson hilted himself as deep as he could go, his fat balls trembling up against her rump as they finally did their job. _Splurt!_He squeezed and groaned, launching thick, bubbling ropes of cum straight against Sadie's last line of defense. The collie relaxed, dropping her jaw, until she felt the first spurt breach her cervix and paint her womb, and then she lost it, shuddering and moaning and rocking her hips in time to the eager Pug.

"Yes...yes!" she repeated.

Pierson grunted, "Take it all!"

"Harder!"

"God, you're tight!"

"Don't stop..."

He didn't. He let loose every last drop, and as requested, not a single drop escaped. He didn't manage to inflate her toned belly very much, but what could one Pug really do in that regard? Their genitals quivered together, throbbing as pure ecstasy flowed like electricity through their horny bodies. Sadie could feel the _sloshing_inside her every time she thrust, drowning her eggs.

As tight as his knot was, it didn't last more than five minutes after they were done, sticky and panting together. With a sharp tug, he was free, gazing down at his new fiancee. Her fat, black spade was gaping and leaking on the couch, but he didn't mind. Especially when Sadie slid her hands down, hooking one finger from each hand into her folds and spreading them apart for him. "Touchdown."

He laughed. "Hey, you want to go check on Liz?"

Sadie nodded. "Might as well find out for sure."

Together, hand-in-hand, the wet, naked lovers approached the white door, behind which the fate of their newfound relationship lay. Hand trembling, the Pug turned the handle, pushed the door open and looked inside.

And dropped his jaw.

* * * * *

Stephanie flattened her ears at the loud moaning in the other room. "It figures."

Liz sat down across from the little secretary. "What do you mean?"

"I've caught Pierson looking at other women, and...worse. But to cheat on me in the other room? With a woman he just met?" She tilted her head - there was no mistaking the grunts and groans coming from the living room.

The Rottweiler paused. "You know, they did_just hear _us doing something pretty similar."

"Then why didn't he come in to stop me? Does he even care about me?"

"Hey now," Liz chided. "He did marry you. Besides, I told Sadie not to let him through the door."

A muffled sound erupted from through the door. "Oh God, Pierson!"

Liz continued, "Maybe this is how she stopped him."

"Does that make it any better?" Stephanie groaned.

"Or she might have told him the truth. That you were probably getting eaten and if he barged in you'd _definitely_get eaten."

"Does _that_make it any better?" the Pug repeated, picturing how you go from hearing your wife is being murdered to making out with that beautiful collie. "It's not like this is the first time. We fight. I smell...women on him that he can't explain with his job. It's not like he hits me, but sometimes the things he says hurt worse."

The huge Rottweiler paused, looking the panting, naked Pug over. "But you were planning to start a family with him?"

"I, I mean, I guess that sounds crazy. But I'm twenty-three, and he's my husband. It's what I'm supposed to do, right?"

Liz just cocked her head. Stephanie sighed. "I don't want a family with him. I don't want a future with him." She glanced up at Liz again, towering above her in the comically small chair. "I don't want a future."

"You mean...?"

Stephanie nodded. "Like I was going to say, I'm not going to plead my case. I don't like my relatives, I don't like my husband, I don't like my job. There's no good reason to spare me." The Pug took a big, loud gulp. "You should eat me."

Slowly, Liz's cocked head levelled out, her pursed lips growing into a wide, friendly smile. "I'm glad you think so. I'm really impressed with how you're handling this and making the right choice. To be honest, I thought you'd beg me so you could have the child you wanted with Pierson, and I'd have spared you."

Stephanie shook her head vehemently. "No way. To think, if you hadn't come today, I'd probably have gone through with it, too. Maybe Kira knew and that's why she bet me," the Pug explained, wagging her curled tail.

"Well, are you ready?" Liz said, standing, licking her lips.

Stephanie stared up at Liz, then let her gaze fall to the Rottweiler's wide tummy, still obscured by her clothing. "Can I see you, first? I want to know where I'm going."

"I suppose that's fair." Standing impossibly tall, the ginormous canine grabbed her shirt at the waist and lifted it up over her head, showing off the beautiful, amber fur that covered her abs. She was huge and strong, her sizable breasts free and still bouncing.

"Wow," Stephanie exclaimed, but Liz wasn't done yet. Her hands slid down to her waist, undoing the button on her pants before she bent over, sliding them (and her panties) off her large, powerful legs. Like that, the Rottweiler stepped forward, completely naked in the Moore's kitchen.

The Pug could hardly believe what she was seeing. Jaw dropped, the waist-high dog stepped forward, reaching a hand up to touch Liz's gut. Not fat or thin, Stephanie touched a thick layer of muscle. "H-how many...uh...?"

"People have I eaten?" Liz grinned. When the brown dog nodded, Liz said, "I've lost count."

Stephanie shivered, but not from fear. She tried to picture her former coworker, Mark, squirming inside the Rottweiler as he was churned up into just another hearty meal. She tried to picture herself, but she couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like. Oh well, she thought, I'll know soon enough.

"Well?" Liz said, licking her chops. "I've got places to be."

The Pug stared up at her, eyes wide.

Liz reached down and grabbed the Pug's hand, pulling it back to her golden stomach. "And so do you," she continued.

Stephanie took one last look at the living room door, hearing another heady moan, and said, "I'm ready."

Like that, Liz stooped down to tuck her hands under Stephanie's arms and hoisted her into the air like a small child. But her intentions were anything but innocent. Stephanie stared down as Liz began to open her mouth wider, and wider, and wider. "Oh my God," she gasped, staring down the wet, pink muzzle as the circular folds of her mouth circled deeper and deeper into the dark blackness of her throat.

"Second thoughts?" the predator asked, though Stephanie sort of doubted that anything would end differently if she _did_say yes.

"No, no," she reassured the Rottweiler. "You won me fair and square."

Liz chuckled and lowered the Pug head first toward her gaping gullet. Stephanie trembled in the powerful grasp, realizing that this was really, actually happening. This person she'd just met was going to _eat_her, and, well, that would be that. She didn't know what to think, feel or say, so she said nothing, even as Liz began to push the Pug's head between her black lips.

Even as big as Liz was, Stephanie's head took up over half of her mouth. The wide, pink tongue suddenly wrapped around her head, licking her and tasting her. She must have tasted good, because Liz let out a loud, lusty groan,slurping her again. Drool fell in rivulets from the roof of Liz's mouth, coating the powerless Pug as that huge tongue explored her neck, her chin, her face, and even her floppy ears. Actually, Stephanie had to admit the rhythmic massage was pretty relaxing! She stayed limp in the Rottweiler's grasp, even as Liz lowered her face-first to the dark, dank opening of her throat.

Now, Stephanie dangled just inches from the pure darkness that would soon engulf her, fur matted with saliva all the way up past her shoulders. She realized that she was holding her breath, gulping the hot, recycled air in Liz's mouth as she waited for the first, big gulp. "Do it," she whined, and this time Liz complied.

Lifting the Pug almost vertically above her, Liz tossed back her head and let gravity do the hard part, _gulping_Stephanie's entire head into her bulging throat. The Pug felt her squished, wrinkled face sink into the tight, warm folds of the esophagus, as the rest of her followed. Now, she was doused in drool all the way past her pert little breasts, the undulating tongue feeling surprisingly pleasant on her sensitive mounds.

Liz held her there, taking the time to savor this new, untested flavor, slurping up and down her chest, despite having a Pug stuffed part-way down her throat. Her sharp ears picked up Stephanie's muffled moan, and Liz spent extra attention on the brown bitch's breasts. To her delight, Liz felt Stephanie begin to squirm at the sudden pleasure. If anyone deserved a good time on to their final destination, it was Stephanie. Liz gulped and sucked on her Pug popsicle, holding her steady.

But not for long before she gulped again, pulling Stephanie even deeper. Inch by inch, she devoured the Pug until just her legs were dangling from the Rottweiler's jaws, Stephanie's head now a little more than halfway down her throat. Now Liz had a great idea. She was face-to-tail with the Pug's rapidly wagging appendage, which meant that her tongue was just inches from...

Stephanie dropped her jaw and moaned when she felt the tip of Liz's tongue find her heat-swollen spade, still shivering from her earlier attention. She might have tried to beg her to stop, but she could hardly make out the words in the tight, wet cavern she was half-buried inside. But no, she was helpless to resist as Liz gave Stephanie a parting gift, curling her flexible tongue up and into the Pug's puffy pussy.

With a muscular gulp, Stephanie slipped just an inch or two further inside, giving Liz the perfect angle to slather_the Pug's trembling mound, and Liz was _relentless._She poked and prodded with the tip of her tongue, _slurping_up every last drop of Stephanie's arousal. Until another batch started to come. As Liz _slurped, her meal began to buck and moan, kicking her legs weakly in the air as she was eaten out a second time, even as she was being eaten for the first and last.

_This feels so good..._she had to admit to herself.

If Pierson and Sadie had barged through at this precise moment, they would have seen quite the lewd display. Liz, standing naked and tall, her lips parted just enough for Stephanie's spread legs to dangle, the Pug's black spade visible just inside, bulging and trembling around the probing tip of the Rottweiler's tongue. Most telling, however, would be Stephanie's curled tail, _thumping_back and forth, even though the vast majority of the young receptionist was just a thick, muscular bulge in Liz's throat.

Liz didn't usually mix business and pleasure, but even the Rottweiler was getting caught up in the emotion. While she _slurped_and _guzzled_Stephanie's juices, she slid her own hand down to her large, triangular mound, sneaking three fingers inside. Liz kept Stephanie right where she was, waiting to give her one final present in exchange for the gift of the Pug's cooperation.

The Pug was yipping_and _grunting inside, rocking her hips with eager abandon. She was squeezed and wet on all sides, from her belly in Liz's mouth, to the tight, dripping tunnel around her head and pinning her arms. The musky air was mostly recycled now, causing Stephanie to pant harder and harder, to little effect. She could feel her lungs burning, a searing white behind her eyes, but she didn't care. The Pug just kept humping and pumping, squeezing hard around Liz's thick, muscular tongue. The fraying edges of her brain were nothing compared to the waves of synapses coursing throughout her small body.

Her whines only increased in pitch, wheezing gasps muffled by Liz's thick flesh, until she was bucking and moaning like she never had before. Pierson was nothing compared to the flurry of sensations that wracked her body, and the sure knowledge that this was the last thing she would ever_feel only turned her on more. _Might as well go out with a bang...

Stephanie whimpered, her pants getting heavier and heavier until finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud, deep huff, she lost it, her body dissolving into throbbing spasms. For the second time in less than an hour, she had the best orgasm of her life, gushing around Liz's expert tongue. The Rottweiler tipped her head back, letting the juices flow down her muzzle and into her throat, coating the young Pug in her own aroused, tangy scent.

Liz tried to keep the Pug there as long as possible, but the Pug's brown fur was damp and matted, greased for sliding. When Stephanie started to slide downward, Liz didn't stop her, knowing that all good things must come to an end eventually. Even as the young woman rocked her body, she sank inch after inch into the wet, gaping maw, Liz pushing her legs together and lifting them up so that she had a straight shot down.

The thick bulge in Liz's neck showed everything, as Stephanie descended another foot until her whimpering muzzle pressed against the entrance to Liz's stomach. The ring of flesh opened before her, and Stephanie breathed deep of the unusual odor of her final destination. With a loud gulp, Liz plunged the young Pug all the way to her ankles, almost ready to shut her mouth with finality. Muscles pulsating all around her, Stephanie could barely focus as she sank into the voluminous cavern before her, curling neatly in the Rottweiler's wide gut.

Her hips and legs soon followed. Stephanie could hear the loud, satisfied gasp that Liz gave as she closed her mouth and gulped down the Pug's feet. Stephanie's ragged gasps for air were met with her own recycled breath, her last good breath minutes ago. She felt consciousness slipping away, even as she formed a wide, _gurgling_bulge in the very abdomen she'd admired from the outside. _This is it, where I belong..._she realized, the last coherent thought she had before she drifted off forever.

Liz barely had time to sit down on the chair and pat her still-squirming belly before the white door finally opened.

* * * * *

"Oh...my...God," Pierson gaped, standing naked at the door. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, the massive Rottweiler leaning back in the tiny chair, her large, black legs spread wide to accommodate her newly bulging belly. Liz had one hand caressing her heaving gut, and the other curled along the side, reaching between her legs to grasp her dark, pointed spade.

"Excuse me," the Rottweiler groaned. "I'm a little busy."

Pierson looked up at Sadie, saying, "She really did it! I didn't believe it."

The Rough Collie gave the Pug a warm smile. "I told you so."

He looked back at Liz, taking a step closer. "That's really her, in there? Stephanie?"

Liz grinned. "Not for much longer."

Sadie laughed. "Looks like she finally got that promotion."

Liz chuckled at her friend. "Oh yes, she's really on the inside track now."

"Don't worry, Pierson," Sadie said. "Liz is _really_good at 'breaking in' the new girl."

The Pug was bug-eyed, staring at the gurgling_belly that hid his ex-wife. He took another step forward, almost mystified, reaching a paw forward toward Liz's stomach. "I can't believe this is really happening." He placed a paw on Liz's stomach, not noticing the way she flattened her ears at him. He could _feel Stephanie's last remaining kicks and shudders as his high school sweetheart slipped ever nearer to her end.

Though he was recently spent, he could feel his cock hardening again, just from that touch. At first, the idea of Stephanie being eaten alive had horrified him. Now, he could hardly contain his glee. He glanced down between Liz's legs to her fat spade, and said in a husky voice, "I could help you with that, if you want."

The Rottweiler rolled her eyes. "Sorry, my tastes run a little...larger."

"But not mine," Sadie interrupted, apparently not too miffed at her new fiancee coming on to her friend.

Reminded of the Rough Collie, Pierson turned back to face her, her own mound still dripping with his fresh, fertile fluids. "Do you know what this means?" he gasped, hands waving generally in the direction of the bloated predator. When Sadie cocked her head, Pierson took a deep breath. "Now that Stephanie and I are..." he coughed, patting Liz's belly again, "separated, you and I can be together forever." He stepped toward Sadie and got down on one knee, which lowered his head to _her_knees.

"Will you marry me?"

Sadie's eyes lit up, and her tail started to wag. "Yes, Pierson. Yes!"

Liz blinked up at the two. "Wait, is this real? I _knew_you wanted a family, Sades, but I thought you just meant kids."

"Well, I've got _that_part covered," she replied, reaching down to run her fingers in the sticky mess that coated her triangular mound. "But Pierson's actually a really sweet guy."

The Pug beamed over at Liz, wrapping his arm around the larger collie's waist.

"Forgive me for talking bad about your fiancee, Sadie, but that's not what Stephanie seemed to think."

Pierson said, "What?"

Liz continued, matter-of-factly. "She actually agreed to this," the Rottweiler explained, patting her stomach. "Said Pierson was a cheater, and he was cruel to her, and she _chose_me over him. Maybe she wasn't telling the truth, but why would she lie, considering?"

"T-that's not true," Pierson argued.

Sadie paused, ears flat. "Well, you did cheat with me. And then you were sniffing after Liz..."

Pierson stammered, "But you cheated, too!"

The collie gave him a flat look. "I'm not married to Stephanie."

"You said she was as good as eaten!"

Liz pointed out, "But you didn't even bother to check before you hopped on another woman."

The Pug was all out of sorts now. "But Sadie said if I came to check, you'd eat me!"

Liz sighed. "You're right. Maybe that is for the best."

Pierson cocked his head. He liked the part about being right, but the second sentence confused him. Sadie helped clear it up, telling Liz, "Aww, but I was really looking forward to this, and he was a _really_good lay. But he's right."

"_Was_a good lay?" the Pug gasped, taking a step away from his fiancee.

Sadie turned to the Pug. "There's only _one_way to make sure you're loyal. So that you never cheat on me."

Pierson backed up until his back hit the counter. "I wouldn't cheat on you, Sadie..."

"It's okay, Pierson. You did say you wanted to be together for the rest of your life. You can join my last fiancee," she added, licking her lips and pointing to her long-furred stomach.

Now Pierson's bug-eyes widened, fully catching what was going on. "B-but you said _Liz_ate him!"

Sadie shrugged. "I said Liz won him from me. I was attending poker night, and Robbie was my most valuable chip. Luckily, she didn't eat him right away, and I'd won Kira's chip a hand before. So I won him back, but he didn't really appreciate it."

"This is crazy!" Pierson gasped.

"That's what _he_said. And then Liz informed me that we weren't allowed to bring boyfriends. I didn't want to break the rules, so I made him my ex, then and there. Who knew Pomeranians tasted so good?" Sadie asked, patting her stomach.

Pierson trembled, as Sadie glanced at Liz and asked, "What about Pugs?"

Liz let out an unglamorous_braaaaaap!_ and said, "Delicious."

"B-but I love you," Pierson gasped, squishing himself up against the cabinets as if he would melt into them. "And I'm the father of your l-litter!" he added, pointing frantically between her legs.

Sadie licked her lips. "And I do appreciate that, honey. And I'm sure they'll be thankful when they find out you were their first life-giving sustenance. Think of it as giving all the child support at once."

Pierson whimpered, "T-that's not funny."

"Good," Sadie said, looming above the short, whining Pug. She reached down and grabbed him under his arms, and said, "Because I'm not joking."

Pierson kicked and struggled as best he could as the Rough Collie lifted him higher and higher, until he almost touched the ceiling. "You can't _do_this! Someone will catch you!"

"Who?" she asked, peering up at him. "Your wife?"

Liz let out another burp, and said, "Ex-wife."

"No!" he gasped, staring down at the enormously more powerful woman.

Sadie smiled sweetly. "I really did like you, Pierson. But, like they say, 'Till death do us part.'" With that, she opened her jaws wide, reaching up to scruff the Pug with one hand, wrapping her other hand around his legs.

"Stop!" he begged, to no avail.

Sadie tucked his bare feet into her wide, pink muzzle, making sure he couldn't kick until she_gulped_ them into her throat. The whole process took only twenty seconds, lowering him into her maw until her nose was pressed against his belly button. Pierson yelped and tried to hit Sadie on the face and head, but now that his feet were pinned neatly in her undulating esophagus, her hands were free. She caught him by the wrists easily enough, and pinned them together in her right hand, holding them above him.

There, she savored him,slurping up and down his back. She felt his half-erect cock pressing against the roof of her mouth, but she was so _done_with this little pervert's infatuation with her. Pierson grunted, "This is wrong - this is murder!"

Liz grinned, watching from the side. "You didn't seem to mind when it was happening to your ex-wife."

"Please, please, I'll do anything!" he begged.

Liz grinned, watching from the side. "That's what Stephanie implied, talking about the strange women's scents you'd come home with."

"But -"

Liz growled, "Do be a dear and just accept your fate like a man? This is just embarrassing."

Pierson yipped, but didn't have a response to that. Besides, Sadie had begun to_gulp_ and guzzle_him, her wet nose now brushing up against his several chins. His weak, helpless squirms only seemed to make Sadie drool harder,_slurping noisily. "Wait, no!" he shuddered, his head dipping down into her muzzle. Every swallow, the world got darker, encased in the light red flesh of her mouth. His arms soon followed, barely peeking out of her jaws when Pierson found himself up to the armpits in Sadie's peristaltic throat.

"Sadie, you c -" he started, but the sound turned to muffled gurgles as the Rough Collie let out an enormous, satisfied gulp, and pulled Pierson's arms into her mouth. With the _clack_of teeth, she closed her mouth, the last the Pug would see of the sunlight. Liz watched as the Pug-shaped bulge slid down Sadie's throat, filling out her normally slender stomach until she looked eight months pregnant.

With one last gulp, she let out a loud, satisfied _belch_and licked her lips. "You're right, Liz. Surprisingly tasty."

Liz shook her head. "You should try one that's fully cooperating. Stephanie was a real treat," she said, rubbing her _gurgling_stomach. "I can't believe you let him knock you up!"

With a loud sigh, Sadie sat in a chair across from Liz, hands cradling her still-moaning belly. Pierson seemed to be under the illusion that if he tried hard enough, he could still get out of this. The collie ignored him, saying, "You know I've been wanting kids of my own. But to be honest, I really liked him. Thanks for warning me before it went too far."

Liz laughed. "And now he's stuffed you in _two_ways."

Sadie nodded. "Willingly, and not-so-willingly."

Liz said, "You, uh...don't mind if I finish myself off, do you?" She cupped her sopping spade.

"Oh, no, I'm as horny as a bunny on viagra."

The two rotund ladies leaned back in their chairs and got to work, rubbing one out while their meals were still quivering. Only when they were both done did they get up, wash themselves off, and get dressed.

Liz said, "Should be a couple days before the police come, but they won't find anything but sheddings and clothes. Not enough to go on."

Sadie nodded. "You know, Liz?"

"What?"

"I feel kind of bad for Pierson. I mean, he was a little prat, sure, but I don't think he deserved this. Am I a bad person?"

The Rottweiler just chuckled. "Does that really matter? Besides, Sadie," she said, leaning over to pat the collie on her bulging belly. "It's what's on the _inside_that counts."

Sadie laughed, and the two ladies walked out onto the street, the dusk finally setting in. Neither had driven so that traffic cameras wouldn't pick them up, and they'd walked where the cameras weren't.

While they waited for the bus, and elderly mare glanced over at their ill-fitting clothes. "Oh, dear. You two look ready to burst! May I ask when you are both due?"

Liz smiled, her sharp teeth gleaming in the lamp-light. "I'll be delivering this tomorrow morning, most likely."

The old woman looked confused, but glanced at Sadie, "And when are your pups due?"

Sadie shared a glance with Liz and replied smoothly to the bewildered mare.

"Nine months."