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"Aaron?"

My ears perked up slightly at the call of my name. I continued my slow, deliberate strokes of the paint brush up and down the wall, not taking my eyes off my work. "Yeah?" I called back over my shoulder.

"Did you see where I put the red paint?" I moved my focus back to another part of the wall I'd already painted, trying in vain to get an even coat of baby blue. _Or was I painting it sky blue? Cerulean? I couldn't even remember._I let out a silent sigh and regretted my lack of artistic ability. All I had to do was paint the walls blue and make sure it was even so Maria could decorate it with her own art. She had the difficult part; adding all the custom bits and bobs that would make the nursery a warm and inviting place and I knew she wouldn't stop until it was all perfect. I glanced around the room at the progress we had made so far. I still had another two and half walls to finish painting and the more I looked back at the completed wall, the more I second-guessed my handiwork. It must have been alright though because Maria had already covered it in nature scenery and décor.

Currently she was sitting cross-legged near the baseboard, working on a grass and flower bordering. She had a wide array of different paints surrounding her, all different shades and colors. I looked back at my own set up consisting of a single, big brush and a tray full of blue paint. I don't know how she does it . . . "Aaron?" I was cut off as Maria called over to me in a questioning tone.

"Hm? Oh, the red paint. Right . . ." I trailed off, thinking for a second where we last used it. "Did you check over by the window? You were doing some ladybugs over there I thought."

"Oh yeah. Could you grab it for me? I uh, can't get up . . ." I looked over my shoulder at Maria where her large, pregnant belly rested on crossed legs, weighing her down.

I gave a small smile and set down my brush, "Sure thing." I walked over to the windowsill and grabbed the little brush and bowl of bright red paint. Little red and black ladybugs crawled on thin, spindly green vines wrapping around the window frame. She made such careful attention to detail with each piece. I could never imagine myself being so meticulous over anything art-related but it was certainly admirable. I walked over and reached down, gently touching her left shoulder to make sure I didn't interrupt her brushwork. "Here you go, dear."

"Thanks sweetie, you can just set it down anywhere," she replied, not taking her eyes off the wall as she made small green strokes with her brush to emulate a grassy floor. Her black and white furred ears were pushed back as she concentrated on her work. Her long, snow leopard tail sat behind her, completely motionless as she concentrated. From here I could easily make out her rotund belly being cradled by her crossed legs. The top half was just barely covered by a cheap white t-shirt she'd worn for painting while the other half showed her bare stomach, covered in soft white fur. She must have gotten even bigger because I could have sworn the shirt had fit fine just the other day. Even as I watched, her unoccupied hand reached up involuntarily and tried to pull down the shirt over her dome.

I leaned down further and set the bowl down before reaching over and running my hand lightly over the side of her covered belly, taut and full of life. I couldn't help the fact it was such an exotic sensation to me. I just had to feel it as often as possible, usually to her chagrin. "How are they doing in there?" I asked, not letting up on my petting.

She turned around and afforded me a brief smile before turning back to her work. "They're doing fine. They're asleep right now," she replied, briefly caressing her belly with her free hand as she continued working on the wall. "It's a good thing too. I'd never be able to do all these fine lines with them moving about."

I chuckled and straightened up, now patting her on the shoulder. "Alright. Just let me know if you need anything else." She gave a non-verbal affirmation and I walked back to where I was working on the wall. I retrieved my brush and got back to work.

It was another 15 minutes or so before I felt comfortable with the quality of the coat on the second wall. I took a step back and put a hand up to my temple. I still had another 2 walls to go! I looked at the other two blank walls and let out a groan. "Are you done with the second wall yet, Aaron?" I looked over to where Maria sat, looking at me over her shoulder. "I think I'm about done with this wall now. I want to see if I can get started on the next before dinner."

I meandered over to where she was sitting, rubbing my head in one hand, "Yeah, I'm done with it. If you start on the right side, it should be dry enough for you to start." She nodded and put her hands behind her on the floor and got her legs underneath her. She tried to push herself up but was hindered by her extra weight. "Hang on, let me help you up . . ."

I reached down and grabbed her arm but she shook me off and braced herself to get up again. "It's alright, I can do it," she argued with weary determination. I pulled back my helping hand but stayed close to her (just in case) as she let out a huff and tried to move her feet under her while pushing herself up with her hands. My eyes widened as I saw her leg slip out from under her and I quickly reached forward to get my arms up under her own, pulling her up onto her feet and into my arms. A sheet of newspaper we'd set down to catch extra paint flew up in the air as I did so, revealing the cause of her fumble. She let out a little sigh and then laughed, "Alright, maybe I _don't_have it. Thanks, hun."

Once I was sure she had her footing, I loosened my grip but kept up my embrace from behind her. My hands instinctively moved down to her belly, where I moved her shirt up so I could caress and rub the entirety of her belly, savoring the feel of her pregnancy laden body. A soft purr started to emanate from her body as we stood there in each other's embrace, simply enjoying our closeness. "How are they doing in there now?" I asked, smiling broadly and resting my head on her shoulder.

She leaned her head into my own and rubbed her smaller feline muzzle into my own larger, canine one. "You just asked me that . . ." she purred in mock exasperation.

"I know," I replied, nuzzling against her in return, "I just wanted to make sure nothing's changed." I couldn't see her expression but I could imagine her rolling her eyes at my overprotective behavior. I'm glad she didn't find it too annoying - it gave me more opportunities to feel up her gravid form.

She sighed and took my hands in her own. "They're fine. They're still asleep too. I'd like to get started again before they start acting up," she murred, gently pulling my hands from her belly, "that is, if you can bare to be away from me for that long . . ."

I pulled back my arms and took a step back as she turned around with a teasing grin, "Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine." I looked down to where she had slipped and noticed some of the bowls of paint had tipped over from where the newspaper had moved. Thankfully it had all fallen over onto the papers but I noticed her tail had fallen near the paint too. Peeking around her body slightly I spied her long white tail moving slowly back and forth. I gave a small smile as I saw the normally white tip of it now stained blue. I looked back at Maria who gave me a quizzical look. I chuckled and pointed behind her, "If you needed another brush dear, you could have just asked."

She turned around, looking confused until saw her tail tipped with blue paint. She reached around and pulled it up, easily bringing the tip up to her face as she looked on in mild irritation. "Aw, and I was doing so good of keeping my fur clean . . ."

I laughed and went back toward where I'd left my paint. "Don't worry, it'll probably come out easy enough in the shower." She gave me an uncertain grunt and released her tail, moving to get her paint and move them over to the next wall.

After a little while we were back to working on the walls. I'd made it about halfway through the first coat before I started to get bored with my monotonous task. I sighed and put down my brush. I turned around and saw Maria standing facing the wall, working her hand up and down in small motions, painting some colorful and intricate image no doubt. I noticed her tail sat still behind her, partially lying on the ground. The normally white tail was still tipped with blue paint which I found to be rather amusing. I glanced up and noticed that the lower half of her white furred belly was still showing. The white shirt must be constantly riding up her belly. A devious idea started to form in my head.

I picked up my tray of blue paint and brought it over to where she stood. I set it down and got close to her side before speaking quietly so as not to startle her. "Hey Maria, could you look at this? I'm not sure if it's the right shade of blue for the wall . . ."

"Sure Aaron, let me s - eep!" I leaned in quickly as she turned around to face me and gave her a long lick, right across her nose with my canine tongue. She jumped back slightly in surprise at the sudden kiss, sending her paintbrush out of her hand and bouncing off the top of her belly. Her nose wrinkled and her whiskers twitched in the cutest way before she brought her hand up to her face to rub away the odd feeling. I watched with an expression of mixed deviousness and amusement at her reaction.

Irritated, she turned back to me after having stopped her nose from twitching. I feigned surprise and said, "Dear, if you wanted some sugar, all you had to do was ask."

I smiled and tried not to laugh as she gave me a dirty look, "I would_have asked. _You're the one who thinks you can just take some whenever you want," she replied in a playful, chiding tone as she wagged her finger at me.

I half shrugged, still smiling, "I don't know what you're talking about." I glanced down briefly and noticed a splotch of red paint on the fur of her stomach. The brush must have fallen brush side down while her shirt was riding up her pregnant dome. "Hey, you got something on your, uh . . ." I trailed off, pointing down at her middle as indication.

She broke eye contact and looked down to see what I was talking about, harrumphing when she saw the paint. "Well maybe that wouldn't have happened if someone hadn't decided to startle me. At least it only got on the-." She cut herself off as she reached down with one hand to touch the spot and realized it was her white fur, not the white shirt. She looked back up to me with renewed irritation as she pulled the shirt over the top half of her bump once again to stop anymore from getting on her person. "Ugh, Aaron you better hope this will all wash out alright. I don't want to look like I've just been playing paintball by the end of this."

I chuckled quietly and reassured her "I'm sure it'll come out fine."

I looked at her for a few more seconds as she looked around, presumably to find the paintbrush she dropped. But then she looked back at me as her expression changed from one of concern to something indeterminable. "Could you get my paintbrush you made me drop? It's the least you could do for your pregnant wife . . ."

I gave her a warm smile as I tried to read her expression but I couldn't divine what she was thinking. "Sure thing," I replied, bending down and picking up the paintbrush off the floor. As I came back up though I was surprised by a cold liquid being brushed down the entirety of my muzzle, starting from between my eyes and going all the way down and onto my nose. I flinched and reached up instinctually to wipe whatever it was off of my nose. I pulled my hands back and saw them covered in a red liquid. Blood?!

I heard a giggle from in front of me and looked up to see Maria laughing with a paintbrush in her hand, covered in red paint. Where had she gotten that one? "That's what you get. Now get back to work, we have a lot to do." I looked on as she turned back around and went right back to her painting, as if nothing had happened. I brought my hand back to my face and realized she'd made a red stripe going down my entire muzzle. Oh, she wasn't getting off that easy. I took a step back and reached down to my tray of blue paint. I lightly dipped my hands palms first into the liquid, getting them nice and covered in paint. I'd already gotten the red paint on them so it couldn't get much worse. But she wouldn't be so lucky.

I had a devious grin on my face as I looked at my hands before saying, "Hey Maria,"

She didn't turn away from her work, simply acknowledging with a short "Mhm?"

I slowly reached my hands around to the side of her gravid form that was unable to be covered by her shirt, letting them hover there for a second. "You never told me if the paint was right or not. How does this look?" I asked, bringing my paint-covered hands down on her taut underbelly and holding them there. Her entire body shivered at the sudden cold attention.

I pulled back after a few seconds and she spun around to look at me as fast as her swollen gut allowed her. "Geeze Aaron, at least warn me before you do that - your hands are really . . . cold . . ." she trailed off as she saw my hands still damp with blue paint and the devious expression on my face. Then she looked down at the sides of her belly to where I had placed two blue handprints. "Aaron! What the hell?!"

I gave an innocent smile but couldn't stop my tail waving back and forth in bemusement as she put her hands on her hips and stared me down angrily, "It's called belly painting - it's cute!" I said, reaching over and taking her wrists in my hands and bringing them up to her belly where I'd placed my handprints, "Look, now you just paint your hands another color and place them on your belly near mine."

She jerked her arms out of my grip, her wrists now stained blue as well, and let out an exasperated sigh, "Not with this paint Aaron. We shouldn't really be getting any kind of paint on fur as it is." She looked down at her paint stained body and let out another short sigh.

I reached over to put a comforting hand on her shoulder before continuing but she wasn't going to fall for it three times. She grabbed my hand midair and gave me a silent look that could only mean 'no'. I put my hand back at my side, "Aw c'mon, it's completely safe. You know I checked and made sure."

She rolled her eyes and mumbled "Yeah, you did . . ."

I smiled and took a step closer, egging her on, "So come on, just do the hand paint thing and I'll take a picture. It'll look great for the photo album."

She mulled over it for a few before she gave a small smile in defeat, "Alright, alright, you win - I'll do it."

I gave an eager grin and rushed over to the tray of red paint over on the floor and brought it back to Maria. She gave me a quizzical look and then reluctantly stuck her hands into the goopy liquid, getting her normally white furred hands all damp and red with paint. I set the tray down next to her and unthinkingly wiped off my paint covered hands on my uncovered forearms so I could take the phone out my pocket and take a picture.

She looked toward me as I looked at her through the capture screen before asking "So, where do I put mine? Above yours or on top of them?"

"Just slightly above," I instructed, trying to get the phone camera to maintain a constant focus. She reluctantly scooted her white shirt up and brought her paint covered hands to just above my own prints and pressed them into her fur. I saw her gasp slightly at the cold sensation before she pulled her hands away to show her slightly smaller handprints right next to my own. "Alright, now just stand there and keep looking lovely." She gave a slightly embarrassed smile and let her hands hover over the top of her pregnant girth, allowing the hand prints to be easily seen.

I quickly took a couple of pictures and went to stand beside her so she could see what I'd taken. She giggled when she saw herself in the picture, "I look silly covered in paint like that. And besides, you're not in it," she remarked, leaning against me slightly as she looked at the picture and then back up at me, now with a playful look on her face, "you're not covered in paint either," she purred as I suddenly felt her long, bushy tail slide under my shirt and up the entirety of my back, right along the spine starting at the base of my tail. The coolness was odd and unexpected so my body involuntarily shivered a few times at the feel. I stood there paralyzed as her tail finally reached the back of my neck and withdrew, leaving an odd sensation all along where she'd run her tail.

I looked down at her tail which was now wrapped loosely around my legs and saw her tail now tipped in fresh red paint rather than the blue from earlier. I looked at her in surprise but she only smiled and stuck her tongue out at me. "Oh yeah?" I said, reaching down quickly and grabbing the small paintbrush she was using earlier, still tipped in red. She tried to recoil away but I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her close. I reached down with the brush to her pregnant belly and saw the little line of paint she'd gotten on her belly before. I made three quick little strokes with the brush to make the letter 'M'. "Behold, the rare white M&M!"

She laughed at my bad joke and grabbed the paint brush out of my hand with one hand and used the other to pull my shirt up. I struggled a little but eventually just let my shirt come off, after all I knew I deserved what was coming. As I tried to get the shirt up over my head I felt the cool tip brush over my chest, spelling something out. "That may be what I am, but let's see what you are . . ." I heard her say as I finally managed to pull my shirt off. After a few seconds she pulled away and admired her handiwork, nodding in approval. "There, that's about right."

I looked down and twisted my head to see what she had written on me. 'Big Dummy'. I chuckled a little and brought her into the best hug her swollen form would allow, "Ooo, how scathing." She laughed in return and returned the hug, making sure to place her hands on my back as well, getting it red too. We stood there for a minute enjoying each other's embrace before I felt a slight fluttering against my own stomach coming from her own.

She looked up at me with mock annoyance, "Oh no, you've done it now - they're awake!" I didn't respond, I just smiled as a feeling of fatherly pride overcame me. I moved my hands around to her belly and started to move them about, ecstatic at feeling our children moving about in her womb. "Do you want to listen Aaron?" Maria asked gently into my ear. I nodded eagerly and got down on my knees, pressing my wolf-like ear to her belly while my hands continued to roam her pregnant mass. "Can you hear their little heartbeats? Here, get closer . . ." I flinched as I felt her damp, paint covered hands pull my head to push against her belly. _Alright, I walked right into that one._She wasn't lying though, they were certainly active in there and I could just barely make out the dull thumping of the heartbeats from the multiple kit-pups within.

"I can hear them," I said, smiling into her fur. "Here, why don't you take a load off, you've been working hard all day." Moving my hands down to the tray of blue paint on the floor, I quickly covered them in paint and then brought them back to her hips, pulling her down gently onto her knees before me. She let me bring her down onto her knees, shivering slightly at the feel of paint on her waist until we both sat on the floor with our legs under us. I placed my hands on top of her belly and continued rubbing over her fur, spreading the paint all over. She brought her hands to my own and guided them across her belly, taking them to where our unborn children were most active.

After a while Maria took her hands away and let out a sigh as she looked down at her paint covered self and then back to me with a similar expression. "Well, they're all worked up now and we're both a mess thanks to you," I grinned sheepishly as she gave me a knowing look. "We're not going to get much more done today. Let's go take a shower so I can get this paint out of my fur."

I stood up and offered my assistance to her as she tried to get up, this time accepting it without complaint. "Alright," I said, patting her lightly on the back. "You head in there first while I get dinner started. I'll take a shower after you're done."

I started to walk off toward the kitchen but was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I looked around as she walked up beside and pressed her pregnant belly into my side. "Uh, no. You, are going to help me get this out my fur because it was you who put it there. Now come on; you've got a lot to 'wash'". She shot me a sultry look before turning toward the door, her tail flicking me under the chin as she walked past. My ears perked and my tail wagged excitedly at the prospect. I eagerly followed her out the door and down the hallway to see what exactly she had planned . . .

"Alright Aaron, what does the can say about getting the paint out of fur?"

I looked over to the shower where the faint outline of Maria could be seen behind the curtain and then back to the can of paint I'd brought from the other room. I scanned over the fine text and read aloud the bit about clean-up again. "'If the paint comes into contact with any bodily hair, fur or otherwise, use large amounts of warm, sudsy water and vigorous scrubbing to remove paint. If paint persists in fur, use a mild dish detergent on the affected area to remove paint. If you have any further questions . . .' yada-yada-yada. Did you get all that?" I asked over the sound of pouring water.

I heard a loud sigh in exasperation. It probably wasn't working. "It's not working Aaron, would you get in here and lend me a hand? And bring the dish detergent too!" I stood up off the down toilet seat and pulled off my pants and underwear all in one motion. I kicked the pants off from around my ankles and looked down at my body. The phrase 'Big Dummy' was still shown clearly on my chest from when Maria put it there. Further down I saw my sheath hiding my slowly growing arousal, the very tip of my shaft just barely poking out of the sheath at the prospect of showering naked with my pregnant wife. She may not think the same but I thought she had only gotten sexier as she got more and more pregnant.

I grabbed the detergent I'd brought off the counter and pulled back the shower curtain and slipped inside behind her. It was definitely warm enough and she was pretty focused on scrubbing her pregnant belly clean so that obviously wasn't the problem. She hadn't turned around yet so I took the opportunity to look over her sexy body. She hadn't been thin before but getting pregnant had still managed to further emphasize her curves. Her hips were wide and prepared for the large litter she was carrying. Her thighs and behind had thickened as well, helping her motherly figure appearance. Her body was like an hourglass with a few too many curves as I looked up her back and across her, her pregnant belly and bare breasts just visible around her chubby form. The way her long tail waved back and forth slowly over her round behind was so enticing.

I put the detergent down on a nearby shelf and took a few steps forward and then pressed my entire body to her back, being careful not to get her tail caught. I reached around her pregnant belly with my hands and started gently massaging its sides. I brought my muzzle up to her ear "Mmm, do you know how sexy you look when you're pregnant?" I asked, grinding my sheath slowly against the small of her back as my shaft starts to emerge. Her fur felt so soft against the sensitive flesh . . .

"Mhm, I've heard," she purred back at me, pushing back into my grinding motions. "But," she continued, turning around and interrupting my motions. I gave her a disappointed look. "First you have to get this paint off."

I looked down at her pregnant form from the front this time. Her breasts had only gotten larger since she became pregnant, easily more than a handful now to play with. Her belly stretched past even that though, swollen with three kit-pups, the result of one of our many lovemaking sessions. I took a step forward again, this time pressing my body to her pregnant belly, my growing manhood pressed against her furry, outward belly button. It was just as soft as her behind had been only her belly was firmer underneath. I ran my hands over the top of her pregnant belly as I continued my slow gyrating motions across her belly. "Aw, can't we do both at the same time?" I asked, looking lustfully into her blue eyes.

She smiled and reached down with her paw to take hold of my growing erection. I gasped as she held it firm and I became all ears to her demands. "Tell you what: if you do a good job on my belly, I'll let you bend me over the towel rack," she indicated with her nose toward the low-hanging bar in the shower as she gave my dick a few teasing pumps, "and you can do whatever you want with me while you clean my back. Understand?"

"Anything?" I asked, nodding eagerly.

She took her other hand behind my head and pulled it close to her own, having to lean over her swollen form so as not to fall. "Mhm. You know what I like." She growled as she pulled back and flashed me a sly grin. I only stared on eagerly at the prospect, my now soaking tail waving back and forth in excitement. "Now get going . . ." she ordered, releasing my erection.

I immediately reached back for the detergent and poured a little bit onto my hand. If she couldn't get it off with scrubbing then there was no way I could do any better. Might as well not waste any time. I started with the painted 'M' atop her belly. It looked faded from her scrubbing but it was still clearly there so I took my soaped up hand and rubbed it over the spot. Then I slowly and thoroughly started rubbing my hand into the affected area, doing my best to scrub out the paint without putting too much pressure on her belly. I glanced up occasionally as I scrubbed to make sure I wasn't being too rough but she only looked back at me with a content expression. After a little while I pulled my hand away and gently shifted her toward the stream of water. Once it washed over the area and cleared the suds away I failed to see any remnant of the paint. I looked up at her and smiled.

She returned the smile and pointed her finger accusingly at me, "You're lucky. Now come on, you've still got these handprints to get off." I nodded and turned her back away from the stream. These marks were low on her belly so I got down on one knee this time to have better access to the painted area. I took some more soap in my hand and started rubbing it firmly into her fur, trying my best to get it out as quick as possible. I looked down briefly as I worked to see my erection still sitting at full attention. I couldn't help it what with being in such close proximity to her big baby bump. And those lovely swollen nipples too.

I peeked over the curve of her belly to see her large breasts resting atop the dome of pregnancy. The area around her nipple was bare of fur and black in color, a stark contrast to her normally white fur. Both the nipple and the areola around it had gotten larger, filling with milk in preparation for the small suckling mouths she'd be feeding soon. Or my mouth if I was feeling particularly playful. I straightened up slightly in my kneeling position and leaned forward with my mouth without warning and gave her tender nipple a slow, powerful lick. And I was.

She gasped at the sudden stimulation to her nipple. I pulled my tongue back and was slightly surprised to find the faint taste of milk present. She must have been quite backed up if I could elicit milk from just a single lick. I could help fix that . . . "Ah! Aaron, you're supposed to be wa-a-a-a-ah!" She let out a stuttering gasp as my mouth suddenly wrapped around the entirety of her nipple.

I pull back off her nipple to look up at her panting lightly at my sudden nipple play. Still scrubbing the painted part of her body I give her an innocent grin, "Whaaat? I am cleaning the paint off. I just didn't want you to feel like you were getting left out of the fun," I said, glancing down at my throbbing maleness.

"Alright," she huffed. "Just be gentle, they're - ga-a-ah!" I immediately latched back onto her nipple and did my best to stimulate it as much as possible. Suckling, nibbling lightly, licking and even caressing it with my cheek while enjoying the sounds of her barely contained pleasure. Little gasps and moans as I hit a good spot or got a little too rough on my nibbling. Eventually I settled on just suckling from her nipple, helping relieve the pressure I'm sure she had. It wasn't very elegant with a muzzle but it was sort of working if her approving groans were anything to go by. The sensation wasn't unpleasant for me either, the thick nub twirling about my tongue and the slightly sweet milky taste was only serving to turn me on further.

Eventually I finished my scrubbing and detached myself from her breast. I noticed she had placed her hands behind her on the towel rack in order to steady herself. I then guided her to the shower to wash off her right side. When the water washed over I was relieved to see neither handprint was left on that side so I moved her back into position and shifted myself over to her left side to start working on it. With soap in hand I began to scrub the two handprints off before getting back into position to play with her other nipple now.

This time I felt her hands actually get involved though as they came around to the back of my head, behind the ears and started scratching and rubbing them encouragingly. This went on for a little while before I suddenly got an idea. Taking one hand away from her belly, I reached around blindly for the detergent on the shower floor and then brought it up to her eye level. I looked up at her and she looked down slightly confused as to why I was holding up the soap. I didn't break my suckling motion, I simply twitched my ears at her and then gently shook the bottle.

It took her a second before she finally realized I was trying to get her to clean the paint she'd gotten behind my ears. "O-oh. Right . . ." she said, panting lightly at my continued attention to her sensitive nubs. She held out her hand and I poured a bit into her hand before setting it down and going back to scrubbing her belly. Then I felt her hand return to my head only this time creating a soapy layer behind my ears. I closed my eyes so as not to get the soap in them, a little disappointed I couldn't watch her writhe at my touch anymore. It wasn't for very long though as I soon finished with my cleaning. Detaching myself once more, I stood up blindly, not daring to open my eyes lest the soap burn my eyes. I groped at her body and turned her toward the water and then stepped forward myself into the water stream, letting it wash over my face. I felt myself press up against her side as I maneuvered next to her to get in the water, after all the shower wasn't huge. Once I cleared the soap from my face I turned to face Maria, asking "Did you get it all?"

She pulled me down a little so she could get a good look behind my ears before letting go and smiling at me. "Yeah, it's gone. And," she said, taking a brief look around her pregnant middle where the paint used to be, "it looks like you got it all too. Well," she started again, now turning around and throwing a sultry look over her shoulder at me, "looks like it's time for you to get my back. Remember what I said . . ." she purred and winked at me before gripping the towel rack with both hands and leaning forward so her behind stood up in the air.

I took a step forward eagerly and grabbed her anxiously waving tail, moving it to the side so I could close in on her plump behind. I took my shaft and slowly pressed it up between her cheeks, slowly hot-dogging her, only serving to arouse us further. I couldn't keep teasing like that for long though, not when we were both rearing to go. I pulled back slightly and gently pushed her forward a little more until I saw the prize. I positioned my tip right at the entrance to her vagina and leaned forward onto her back. Water fell hard and hot on my back as I got close to her head. Nibbling lightly on an ear, I whispered, "Ready?"

"Please . . ." Without a second thought, I thrust my hips forward, my dick finding its mark and sinking deep into her folds. I was rewarded with a sharp gasp from my lover as my shaft was engulfed by her warm, contracting depths. "Ooooooh, yes . . . Aaron, you're - mmf - so big." I felt myself get warm under my fur at her praise; even if she did say that every time, it always seemed genuine. I think it might just be that she was a bit small inside. I grinned and then started thrusting in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. Not going too fast, just focusing on going as deep as possible with each thrust forward. Every time I reached the furthest point I would hear her groan a little in pleasure. After a few minutes I went to move my hands down to her hips so I could speed up a little but I realized I hadn't removed the paint from there.

Not wanting to forget my task, I took the bottle in one hand and poured it in excess all over her back and at her hips and then slowly worked my hands up and down the entirety of her back, massaging in the soap. I tried to focus on the painted area but her purrs of pleasure as I rubbed over the sore parts of her back made me keep up my amateur massage. She deserved it for carrying these heavy little guys around. If it meant slowing down the sex then so be it.

I didn't have to wait for long though because soon she leaned back, panting, "A-ah, f-faster Aaron. T-take me, hard." She growled the last word, pushing back against me with all her force. I stumbled a little but stayed inside her. I looked down and saw the paint on her hips had long since washed away. Not wanting to disappoint, I grabbed her hips firmly and started thrusting faster into her. I heard her gasp as I suddenly sped up. It took a second but eventually she was able to return my faster thrusts with her own, trying to push herself further onto my shaft. I groaned as I felt myself being stimulated so powerfully. It was good but . . . it wasn't enough.

Without warning I completely pulled out of her on one pull back and took my hands off her hips. Maria immediately looked over her shoulder at me to question what was going on but before she could say anything I reached down and pulled her up straight onto her feet and eagerly ushered her over to the bench at the other side of the shower. She got the idea pretty quickly, turning around and sitting down on the bench before laying down on her back and lifting her legs up in the air. I moved in quickly and grabbed a leg in each hand and repositioned myself in front of her entrance before thrusting back in without warning. She let out a sharp gasp as I sunk in as far as I could and my hips met her own, the new angle of stimulation obviously pleasing.

I looked down over her pregnant form now and at her face where she had an eyebrow raised to me questioningly when not contorted in pleasure. I leaned down and gave the top of her pregnant belly a quick lick before resuming my thrusting, "It's much nicer this way, looking at you and your pregnant belly."

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back in a mixture of pleasure and understanding, "I -ah - I should have - unh - guessed. Mmm . . ." She moaned as I continued my ministrations. Every once in a while I would reach over her rotund belly and give her nipples a tweak with either my mouth or hands, sometimes giving her a quick kiss on the muzzle, sometimes running my hands over her gravid belly to feel the faint little movements within. I wondered briefly if she could feel them move around as we did this. Was it weird? Erotic? I quivered at the thought and decided I could ask her later.

I kept up my fast, deep thrusts for quite a while before I started to feel myself lose control, my thrusts becoming less practiced and more erratic. Maria's were becoming much the same; just wild pushing against my body as I thrust forward, not in sync at all. I was getting close and I could feel a stirring near the base of my shaft. My knot would start to form soon and I needed to know whether or not she wanted to take it. I know she said she'd let me do anything but . . . "M-Maria?" I asked, out of breath from my constant thrusting. She tried to respond but it was mostly an unintelligible moan. I guess it was the equivalent of a 'what?' "D-do you think yo-you can take the . . . huff . . . the knot?"

She opened her eyes briefly and looked at me with a glassy eyes expression before panting out, "Ooooh yes! P-please do! Knot me! T-tie it! I can - hah - take it . . ."

I renewed the vigor behind my thrusts, now trying to fulfil what she asked me, "Alright, I-I'll try . . ." I kept on thrusting as I felt resistance start to build between the base of my cock and her lips, making it harder and harder with each pass to fully sink myself in. Normally we wouldn't tie because she was smaller and not built for such things but we had done it before and according to her it was the most erotic and stimulating things she'd ever experienced. I could agree to that, I thought as I felt her passage become even tighter around my shaft as it tried to squeeze itself around the bulbous mass. I just had to time it right so I didn't have to push it in after it got too large . . . uh oh.

I pushed forward and was cut off mid-thrust by the growing knot around the base of my cock. I ground it up against her lips futilely as her lips refused to open up again for my knot. I stopped thrusting and started simply grinding my hips as forcefully as possible into her lips. I had to get it in there, it would only get bigger from here on out. I might have been slightly panicking but Maria was having the time of her life it seemed, my knot must be hitting her clit or something because she couldn't help but fidget and spasm every time I tried to push myself into her. She knew I was having trouble getting the knot in though because I soon felt her start pushing back into my motions a little more consistently. "Uhn, come on Aaron! P-put it in there already!"

I whimpered a little at her encouraging word, trying my best to get it in there. It almost seemed to be giving way under me but it was hard to tell. By now, Maria had taken a breast in each hand and was playing with her nipples, trying to bring herself to orgasm. She tried to egg me on with little bits of dirty talk until finally she moaned aloud, "Come on! Shove it in there! Tie me like you did when you knocked me up! Do it again! F-fill me with your pups!"

Something must have triggered in my brain because it was as if I had suddenly became empowered. I reached down and lifted her entire bottom off the tile bench with some considerable effort and pulled back suddenly before plowing forward with inhuman strength. The first thrust battered against her lips. Not losing momentum, I pulled back and thrust forward again to feel a slight give to her lips. Then, with one mighty, final thrust I pressed my knot to her folds and managed to squeeze in with a wet pop.

Maria let out a sharp yelp as her lips stretched far to encompass the oversized invader and then immediately went into orgasm at the sensation, her walls immediately clamping down tight around my shaft and especially my knot which was already way too tightly pressed in there. Her orgasm was just what I needed to trigger my own, my knot flared slightly as it reached its full size inside of her. Then the whole thing pulsed and started releasing deep into her depths. I imagined my cum only making it so far before hitting her cervix and then having to pool around my shaft in her passage as it couldn't make its way out past my knot. The fantasy only served to stimulate me further, ejaculating further into her tight passage.

I stood there for only a few more seconds before I couldn't keep myself upright anymore. Leaning forward onto her pregnant belly, I placed my arms on either side of her to hold myself up so as not to crush her under me. After a little while my own orgasm died down so that now we simply remained connected by the waist. I looked up and saw Maria staring back at me, having come down from her own orgasm. I leaned in and kissed her, twisting my muzzle to the side so our muzzles could actually connect. I pulled back after a second and straightened up, feeling a little better and rubbing my hands across her pregnant swell. "Thanks babe, I needed that." She smiled and joined her hands with mine, rubbing her belly and feeling the little ones inside who hadn't calmed down at all it seemed. I chuckled a little and nuzzled into her pregnant belly. My sense of pride at the idea of becoming a father sent warm tingles throughout my body. It was a wonderful feeling . . .