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There is a thin line between need and greed. And at that moment, Loretta Adams didn't know which side of the line she was on.

Loretta was a rabbit, after all - she had the libido of one even when she wasn't in the throes of heat. But now that she was... well, it was akin to being in hell, she'd told a co-worker a few months ago. Any time her mind wasn't fully occupied with classes or her job, she would become keenly aware of the pressing and urgent need between her legs... a need that, despite daily masturbation sessions, never seemed to go away. The heat made Loretta glad for her rich, dark brown fur - had she been any color lighter she would be seen

Loretta hated going into heat. It made her dumb, it made her sloppy, it made her irrational. If there were two things she prided herself on usually, it was her amazingly soft and shapely ass, and her sharp wit. She could think circles around most of her classmates at University, to say nothing of her associates at the car dealership where she was interning. But once she went into season, well... it's hard to talk numbers efficiently when you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy.

Pills helped. She took Xanax for the anxiety she felt about being in heat, mild pain killers for the dull throbbing ache of unrelenting mating pangs, and a bit of time-release Adderall to help her focus on things other than getting bent over and fucked.

She was prescribed none of these pills.

Bethany "Beth" Myers was prescribed all those pills and then some. Beth was also Loretta's roommate, and as such owed her no fewer than 100 favors. Bethany was a church mouse, with white fur and bleach blonde hair, and a mother whose idea of "parenting" was to take her daughter to her doctor friend and throw drugs at any personality trait she found undesirable.

"On the plus side," Beth said once, tossing a couple of pills into her mouth before washing them down with a Mirsmoff Ice, "it made me the most popular girl in school. I may not have had the biggest tits or the best ass... but who needs those when you're a walking pharmacy?"

Beth was also a walking train wreck. In the 5 months since she and Loretta became roommates, the bunny girl had found the other rodent throwing up twice, chased away creepy dudes trying to take advantage of her 4 times, and had kept her from overdosing more times than either of them could count. This entitled Loretta to as many trips to Beth's "pharmacy drawer" as she wanted, no charge. But today, of all days, there was a problem:

"I'm out, dude."

Loretta stared at the slimmer girl, struck silent and stupid by that statement. It was illogical. It was like the sea being out of salt water.

"You're out?" she asked, big brown eyes bugged out wide. "Out of what?"

"Everything," said Beth with a shrug. "I sold most of it, like... 3 hours ago. Then what I had left, I like... took that to help me relax, y'know? Cuz like... I had a long day selling the rest."

The look in Bethany's eyes told Loretta she wasn't kidding - the big blue eyes of the slim mouse were barely open, and glassy... she seemed to be in the midst of nodding off, too.

"Focus here, Bethany Babe!" snapped Loretta, snapping her fingers at the doped up mouse. "I need those pills. Like, I need them NOW."

"Oh," said Beth, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, you're like... straight to drive, yeah? Cuz if you are... I can like, go get some more from my guy."

"Your guy?" Loretta asked, both her long ears standing on end. "I thought you got your pills from the doctor?"

"I mean, I do... kinda," said Beth, clicking her tongue against her two front teeth. Like most mice she had two fronts that were larger than the other teeth in her head, and she basically treated them like a worry stone. "I mean like... I get a lot of them from the doctor, right? But I also sell a lot of them to other people. So like... when I fuck up and sell so much I don't have any left for me... I go to my guy. You gotta have a guy. Plus, he gets me some good weed. Doc won't give me weed."

Loretta hated how much sense that made. She hated, even more, that now this meant she was going to have to drive a doped-up dumbass down to meet a drug dealer.

But the alternative was dealing with her heat the old fashioned way. And that was not happening.

"Give me your keys and the address," she snapped, pulling out her phone.

"Wha'd'ya need the 'dress for?" asked Beth. "I'm going with, y'know..."

"And you're about 5 minutes from nodding off," Loretta countered.

"That's fair..." mumbled Beth, reaching forward and taking Loretta's phone.

About 15 minutes later, they were pulling up outside of the apartment complex in question. Loretta, upon parking and turning the car off, gave her roomie a punch in the arm to wake her up.

"This is the place?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah..." said Beth, groaning as she looked up. "What did I tell ya, huh? This neighborhood is like, sketchy as fuck right?"

Part of Loretta always got angry when Beth called neighborhoods like this "sketchy" - the part of Loretta that was still a little girl inside who once looked at people who lived in apartments like those as if they were rich and famous. The little girl inside Loretta would have killed for an apartment in this "sketchy" neighborhood. And that same little girl was still hurt Beth saw the type of life she once strove for and thought of it as something sub-par.

Adult Loretta reminded that inner child the person she was letting hurt her feelings was currently so high she couldn't drive, and had handed her keys over to someone so she could score more drugs. Something about the fact this woman she felt judged by was a high-functioning junkie took the sting out of it... or at least some of the sting.

Toasted she might have been, but Loretta had to hand it to Bethany; girl had that rich bitch socialite shit in her core. She was able to walk straight lines, effortlessly, in 6" heels, right up the metal stairs outside the apartment... and Loretta couldn't help but be impressed. Was that a natural talent, she wondered, or was it something girls like Beth learned growing up? Was it something the Myers family girls were taught, to walk like dignified ladies even when they were tore up from the floor up?

Loretta imagined that last part must be the truth. She imagined Bethany's mother having a servant spank her while she sipped at Earl Grey tea spiked with rum and gave her crying daughter a disapproving look, full of judgment and disdain.

This scene in her daydream was interrupted when Beth in real life began banging on the door to one of the apartments. Loretta sighed as she came back into reality, juxtaposing the crying young Bethany from that childhood vision with the woman who stood next to her now bashing her knuckles on a drug dealer's door.

It didn't take much of a psychology background to put two and two together.

Loretta wasn't sure what to expect when the door began to open. She knew drug dealers came in all shapes and sizes, from her childhood experiences. She was still shocked when she saw the dog behind the door.

He towered over both girls - not saying a lot since Loretta was the taller of the two and didn't come up past 5'1" with her ears tucked back. But even then, he was tall; over 6 foot, was all Loretta could guess. His height seemed exaggerated by how skinny he was, too - dude had the body of a runner or a swimmer, just lean muscle all the way around without an inch of fat to be seen. And Loretta could see all this because... he had no shirt on. All he was wearing were a pair of blue basketball shorts and his fur - charcoal gray fur dotted with spots like freckles.

Loretta caught herself noticing his ears - not cropped, but not super long either - and was unable to repress the thought that they were fucking adorable. She also couldn't stop thinking about how one could probably grate cheese on his abs.

All that justified the trip; if she was ogling the dope dealing dog, she really needed to get her heat under control.

He stared at both rodent women, his piercing grey-green eyes narrowed into a scowl as he examined first Beth, then Loretta - lingering on her because she was the new creature, the x-factor in his world.

Loretta wanted to say something, anything, to justify her presence there. But between ancestral rabbit fear of a canine, her personal fear of being around a tall drug dealer, and the conflicting messages her heat was sending her about the whole thing ("Adrenaline?!" asked Heat. "Accelerated heartrate?! THERE MUST BE DICK ON THE WAY! GLORIOUS DAY! KALU! KALAY!"), all the brown bunny could managed to mutter out was a long, protracted "uuuuuuh".

The canine finally pried his piercing pupils off the lapine, focusing on the mouse next to her.

"Beth?" he asked in a low, soft voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, y'know..." Bethany said, smiling slightly as she pushed some hair out of her face. "My girl here wanted to meet ya, real bad-like." She paused here, throwing her arms around Loretta before continuing. "She's crazy but she's awesome! Her name is Lo-Lo, and she's my best bitch ever!"

"H-hi," managed Loretta finally, raising one hand a bit while smiling nervously.

The dog rolled his eyes a bit, the crossed his arms over his chest. "Come on, then..." he muttered, moving back into the apartment. "No sense in letting the whole block stare... longer than they have."

Despite her earlier stance about not stereotyping, Loretta found herself in awe of how nice the apartment was. It looked clean, but lived in; decorated in a punk, grunge, and metal aesthetic but still not completely trashed. The whole place carried a faint smell of weed, but it was mostly masked by the aroma of incense in the air: just a smooth lavender aroma with a piney ganja undertone to it.

Loretta liked the place.

"So, you're bringing strangers by my house now?" asked the canine, locking the door behind them. "Don't call, don't ask, don't warn, just 'Hey, Tez! Here I am with someone you don't know!' like this?"

He was mad. He wasn't raising his voice but Loretta could tell. Under the charcoal fur with the coal-black freckles his muscles were tense, pulled tight like a wind-up mechanism. Even his ears were pulled back. Everything about his body language said one thing, clear as day:

"You done fucked up."

"I-i-it's my fault!" stammered out Loretta, hands raised. "Beth was already fucked up, but I needed to get my meds, cuz she usually has some for me, but she didn't have any left, and am I talking too fast? I think I'm talking too-?"

"Calm yaself..." muttered the canine - Tez, she now assumed was his name - as he sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "It's fine, it's fine. I'm kinda used to Bethany and her shenanigans..."

And with that, he pointed over to his couch, where the mouse in question had kicked off her heels and comfortably curled up on her side to sleep off her high. Based on the general air of 'fuck it' that Tez had when she did this, one could only assume she'd done this before, and quite a few times at that.

And here the bunny was, so busy freaking out and trying to find ways to save them from an angry drug dealer she'd almost had a small stroke. The whole change in tone was so abrupt and drastic for her, it felt like Lo-Lo would have an aneurism instead.

"I wanna kick her ass so bad..." muttered Loretta, left eye twitching angrily behind her glasses.

"Don't waste your breath," replied Tez with a chuckle. "She wouldn't feel it anyway. Now... go have a seat, okay? I'm gonna get a drink. Want one?"

The correct answer to that question was a resounding 'no' for many reasons; Loretta had to drive her drug-addled roommate home, she came here for one thing, she had classes in the morning and homework to do... any of those reasons would've done the trick. But rather than using any of those reasons, she simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Cool," said Tez. He moved towards the kitchen, then stopped. "By the by, your name isn't really 'Lo-Lo', is it?"

"It's Loretta..." she replied, brushing a bit of hair and one of her long brown ears out of her face. "But, you can call me Lo-Lo if you like."

"You sure?" Tez asked from the kitchen, opening the fridge. "When Beth called you that, you seemed more pissed off than a coke head with a head cold."

"That was different..." Loretta remarked quietly, hands in her lap. "I just... sometimes she gets overly familiar, y'know?"

"You're talking to the guy whose couch she just passed out on without so much as a 'do ya mind'," Tez reminded her. "And she passed out on my couch after bringing over a stranger, no less. So yeah, she tends to be a line-stepper."

He returned to the living room, a beer in each hand, and handed Loretta hers - top still on - before sitting on the coffee table across from her and popping the lid on his own drink with a keychain church key, an item he then offered to her.

Loretta had one chance left to back out, but she was reaching a certain and distinct level of 'fuck it'. The coffee she'd consumed to make up for the lack of Aderall in her bloodstream was long gone, the residuals of the pain meds and amphetamine salts still in her blood were basically worn out, and after the micro heart attack she'd experienced when she thought Tez might kill her and Bethany... she was too tired to care. Her everything hurt from ankles up, and the only things keeping her awake were residual species distrust of the big dog sitting close by and the relentless nature of her lapine libido. So she cracked the top on said beer, took a long pull, and sighed. Wasn't what she came for, but it was better than nothing.

"So, is 'Tez' short for something?" she asked, handing the canine back his church key.

"Cortez," he said, smiling. "My last name is Cortez. First name is Frank but... since that's such a boring name, most people just call me Cortez, or Tez if they wanna get fancy about it."

"Fair," said Loretta, sipping at her beer. She was still very nervous. She didn't talk to drug dealers often... in fact, she hadn't talked to one since her last family reunion. And with how everything had gone so strangely from the moment she walked through his door... the rabbit wasn't quite sure of protocol here.

She was never that much of a talked anyway, unless she was drunk. She especially didn't talk to guys she found attractive and she most _certainly_didn't do it while she was in heat: that sounded like a good ass way to get bent over a table, and she didn't have time for such distractions right now... no matter how appealing it might seem at the time. And damn, staring at the chest and abs on Tez, it was sounding more and more appealing every-

"So... you said you guys came over here to get something?" he asked, finally breaking the silence and making Loretta keenly aware she must have been staring at him like a hungry beast for an uncomfortable amount of time.

This, she reminded herself, is why she treated her instinctive breeding needs with drugs. Letting them run wild through her body made her dumb. She couldn't afford to be dumb right now.

"Uh, yeah..." Loretta said, rubbing the back of her head nervously. "Bethany usually keeps some extra pills stashed up for me, but... apparently, she sold them."

"Sounds like a Beth thing to do," Tez replied with a roll of his eyes. "So, were ya looking for something specific or are ya just out to party for a bit?"

"Oh, uh, no..." Bethany said, raising her hands a bit and chuckling nervously. "I don't party. I just... need something to help with a bit of a problem I'm having, y'know? Take a bit of the edge off..."

"Usually I wouldn't ask this," Tez shot back suddenly, interrupting her, "but why not go to a real doctor then?"

Loretta sat, hands still in her lap, feeling more and more puzzled. One seldom encounters a drug dealer who advises a potential client to go elsewhere, unless said potential client is viewed as a risk of some sort.

Then it hit her; here she was, in her glasses, dressed all prim, and being the responsible friend. She looked like if she wasn't a narc, she was the type of person who would narc under the slightest bit of pressure. It was the curse of the 'good girl' image: she experienced it all the time, with people treating her like a child or a porcelain doll just because she was petite and seemed well put-together.

With a frustrated noise, Lo-Lo picked up her bottle of beer again and took two big gulps of it. She hated the taste of it, but she was a stubborn little thing with a point to prove now. So she sat the bottle down, wiped the back of her mouth with her hand, and took her glasses off.

"You're part hound, right?" she asked, setting the frames down on the table.

"Greyhound," Tez responded, one eyebrow raised. "On my dad's side, but what's that got to do with-?"

"Hounds have a really good sense of smell, right?" she interjected before he could finish.

"... that's pretty much a constant, yeah..."

"Then you should know why I'm here," Loretta said in a curt, crass tone. "I'm... wearing a lot of perfume and stuff, but... I'm sure you can smell it."

She then proceeded to watch the freckled mutt's nose twitch as he sniffed the air a bit. He hadn't smelled her being in heat, she realized: he had her that far down the totem pole that even with one of the sharpest noses of any land mammal, he couldn't detect her body giving off every 'fuck me' pheromone in the factory?!

Now she was getting annoyed. Did she just not register on his radar at all?! Was that not a scent he could pick up, a rabbit in heat? Did it all just smell like 'dinner' to his wolf-descended brain? It wasn't like she wanted to fuck some stupid mongrel mutt, of course... even if he did have a body that she would read about in her favorite erotica short stories while greedily toying with her relentlessly needy sex...but she at the very least deserved the option to turn him down! To tell him she didn't want his toned, rugged, larger body pressed against her, and to feel his large, veiny hands touching her aching, trembling flesh, and...

A bite to her lip brought her back to reality... at least partially. And it brought her back just in time to see a widening of eyes that told her f she had been missed before, she'd been registered now. Which only served to piss her off more, in that 'Oh, so now you're interested?' type of way.

"You get it yet?" she said, glaring at Tez.

"Kinda," he said, raising an eyebrow again. "I mean, I still don't know why you came to me in particular... ain't there some nice little bunny boy on campus who'd be happy to handle your little 'problem'?" Here he paused, standing up with his beer in his hands and a smirk across his muzzle. "Or is this some sort of 'good girls gone bad' thing, where you're tryna see what you've been missing out on, maybe get back at your parents?"

Loretta felt her heart leap into her throat, and as she began to pant a bit, she remembered what Bethany had said when they walked in, about wanting to introduce the two of them. She now realized the wording on Beth's part had been a bit on the vague side, and Loretta had been too flustered and nervous to clear that up. Her attempts to be coy about scoring some pills could've easily come off as flirting... ah, damn.

She was about to explain, of course... but then she realized she was at eye-level with his crotch. Being eye-level with his crotch, since all he had on were basketball shorts, meant she was staring straight at the outline of his dick and even without her glasses... it left little to nothing to the imagination. She could probably pick his prick out of a lineup jut based on the outline... and that was a bit distracting, especially with her current condition taken into account.

She felt herself beginning to salivate. Her thighs involuntarily squeezed together, a vain attempt to hide her arousal. She was wet before... very much so, thanks to the curse that was her natural libido... but now she felt like there was a slip-n-slide by her thighs.

Her mouth opened slightly, and she became acutely aware of her breath as it came out in slow pants. Was this really happening? Was she really about to... and with not just a dog, but a fucking drug dealer?

On the other hand, he_was_ a hot drug dealer...

About the time she had this thought, Tez laughed above her.

"You know I was just fucking with you, right?" he commented, taking a step back. "I mean... you're tiny. I would probably break you in half..."

Loretta stared up at him, blinking profusely. Did he really just-!

"So... what drugs were you looking for?" asked Tez. "I got pills, I got weed, I got-."

"Weed," Loretta shot back sternly, more than a little pissed at this point. He thought she was such an innocent, good little girl? She was gonna show him a good girl, by god...

"Really? You smoke? You?"

"And roll it for me," she snapped, reaching past him for her beer. "You do know how to roll a blunt, don't you?"

Tez rolled his eyes, then shrugged his shoulders.

"I deserve that," he said with a sigh. "I wanna smoke anyway, so I tell ya what: you smoke with me, it's no charge. Cool?"

"I'm not gonna turn down free weed," Loretta said with a smile, taking a swig of her beer.

"Killer," said Tez. "Keep an eye on Sleeping Beauty over there, and I'll be right back."

Loretta sat back a bit in her chair, watching as the tall canine walked away. She then asked the question:

What the hell was wrong with her?!

She didn't smoke weed... well, not often anyway. And she knew smoking weed would most likely exacerbate her current state of aching arousal. Why was she doing this? Why was she out to prove something to this asshole dog, anyway?

"This is your fucking fault," she said, giving Beth an accusatory glare. "I swear, if you weren't fucked up on half a pharmacy I would beat your whole ass."

About the time Loretta was starting up this tirade, Tez returned, sporting a shirt finally and holding up a bag of weed in one hand and a pack of Black Owl cigarillos in the other.

"Owls?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought you were a man without class..."

"And I thought you wouldn't notice the difference between these and any other cigarillo," said Tez, "So we're even."

"You'd be surprised..." Loretta told him, smirking a bit and leaning back in her chair. "I may look all small and innocent, but there's a lot you don't know about me."

"You can tell me while I roll this up," he said, taking out one of the small cigars and beginning to bust it open with a claw.

"Well, I'm from the D for starters," Loretta began, staring at his hands as he worked. "I grew up with pretty much nothing... Dad worked hard but was barely ever home, mom was a junkie so the other kids made fun of me for that... I was smart, so they kinda kept me in the dark and told me to focus on school. And I did, mostly..."

"Mostly?"

"Well, with great intelligence comes great curiosity," Loretta explained. "I wanted to try a few things, here and there, and it's rather hard to stop me when my mind is set on something. So I tried a few things: a few pills, smoking a bit of weed, beer... I got a scar right here," she said, holding up her right arm, "from where I jumped a fence escaping a house party that got busted up by the cops."

"Damn," said Tez, actually pausing the blunt rolling. "No shit?"

"No shit."

"I can see why you got pissed I underestimated ya," he said. "In my defense though, you do look like you were born in a library and didn't leave it till you were 18."

Loretta sighed and took off her glasses with a deliberate slowness before nibbling on the ends of one side.

"And... how do I look now?" she asked.

"Like a librarian porno fantasy," replied Cortez, calm as could be. "Nice switch up game, I must admit..."

He paused here, for a moment, and finished up closing the cigarillo - Now rid of all tobacco and stuffed with strong-smelling ganja - before proceeding to light it at one end and take a long toke.

"I should know better, considering how people generalize me. Anyway, this is some strong but mellow-flavored indica - grown locally for pains of all kinds. I imagine the biggest thing bugging you with the heat is the pangs, right?"

"Uh, right..." said Loretta, blinking a bit in surprise. "I never really thought about that..."

"That's my job," Tez said, smirking. "When you sell stuff people can't get legally, you find most clients aren't thinking too clearly. That's part of what I do: research and shit, so people can get what they need and not just what they want."

"Tailored to the customer..." Loretta said, pausing to reach for the offered blunt. "Wow... no wonder big-money bitches like Beth come your way."

"Actually," said Tez, "Bethany is an old friend. We went to middle school together... before my dad's company went belly-up and I had to start going to public school." He looked over at her, wistfully tuned out of the conversation for the moment. "Me, her, and her baby brother Thomas... we was the 3 Musketeers from hell, man. Part of why I got into this business to begin with was to make sure she doesn't die or get raped by some of these other jackasses out there." He paused, then scoffed a bit. "I owe Tommy that much..."

Loretta watched him for a bit as she inhaled the creamy white smoke. As she tasted the strange, sweet-and-sour sting of it, she couldn't help but see something gentle in him. It reminded her of that one movie that always made her cry - Steel Golem. Just the big, nearly indestructible brute with a golden soul and soft eyes...

This thought was interrupted by a bursting fit of coughs.

"You good, Lo-Lo?"

"Fine! I'm fine," she managed between hacking coughs, clutching at her chest. "Just... gimme a... fuck!"

Loretta grabbed her beer and took down a mighty swig. It had been a long time since she smoked anything... this was apparently powerful stuff. She needed a moment to catch her breath.

"Potent, ain't it?" Tez asked, a smile across his muzzle.

"Fuck you..." she hissed back, passing over the blunt.

The smoking session continued, with a few more mild quips from both the canine and the lapine as they continued to cheef down the smoke. Soon enough, it was getting easier for Loretta to hold the smoke in... and about that time, she began to feel effect. She felt relaxed and warm, like she was sitting in a hot bubble bath... just comfortably relaxed and tingly as all her muscles relaxed. And yes, this meant all her muscles... including the throbbing ones between her thick thighs. She finally felt at ease enough to let her legs part a pit, like there wasn't some rope of contractions pulling them in tighter.

She felt better. She was still horny, of course... but she was more in control of said horniness. It was becoming of a passive arousal, a mild craving rather than a ravenous hunger. She still wanted to get dicked down into oblivion, but now it was more "Hey... if it happens, it happens," than "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

She thought all of this as she passed the blunt once more across the table to Tez, smiling a relieved smile. As the exchange of marijuana took place, his hand brushed hers lightly and she felt... a shock. She felt a strange crackle of electricity shoot through her fingertips like static electricity, making her tremble involuntarily and drop the stuffed cigar onto the table.

"Shit! Sorry!" she called out, hopping from her seat to grab at it... only to miss and see it roll onto the floor. Swearing audibly, she fished around the carpet for it, found it, and was in the process of sitting up when she glanced above her and saw the larger of the pair standing over her, also looking for the blunt.

Loretta was keenly aware of her position, again. Here she was, on her knees... and as she sat up a bit, she was eye level with that impressive outline of his equipment. Was it getting bigger or was she just high? Either way... it looked appetizing.

She didn't feel like she was still in heat... not exactly anyway. The sensation was different... tempered through smoke-tinted glasses which just made her feel so... warm. She felt pliable, like plastic heated just enough to bend. And as her thoughts took on more raunchy images, she felt herself swaying to the call of them.

"You find it?" Tez asked above her, seemingly oblivious to the rabbit girl's plight.

She was gonna make him take notice.

"Yeah, I got it..." she said, smiling. "Hold still while I..."

She placed her hands on either side of the hound-mutt's hips, making a show of attempting to pull herself up. But instead...

Instead she placed her head against his groin, let out a soft whimpering sound, then let her tongue drag across the entire outline of his obvious bulge. She looked up at him as she did this, conscious to keep her face looking innocent and soft as she did so for ultimate mind-fucking.

"Oops..." she said softly, hands still clutching the waistband of his shorts. "I slipped. Sometimes I'm such a messy girl..."

She looked up to see a stunned, almost baffled look on the face of the tall canine, and it made her grin. Good... she wanted him to be thrown off his game. If he thought she was some gomless good girl, all innocent and pure... she was gonna blow his entire mind here.

"I bet you like messy girls, though..." Loretta said, pressing her cheek against that pronounced penile outline, feeling the warmth of it through the sheer fabric. "Do you like messy girls, Cortez? Girls who aren't afraid to get... dirty?"

With that, she licked the outline again, looking up at him again with the same innocent look on her face, deliberately taunting him with the juxtaposition of appearance and action. Just as she thought, she got the reaction she wanted: a flustered but obviously aroused Tez staring down at her with bewilderment.

Just what she wanted.

"I bet you love dirty girls, don't you?" She taunted. "That why you thought you would 'break me in half' earlier? You didn't think I was a dirty enough girl for you? Oh, I can show you... just how dirty... I can get."

With each pause between words, she was fondling his shaft with her hands or her tongue, still making eye contact. She felt that sizable sausage in his shorts pulse and jump a bit now, proof he was getting very excited.

Loretta knew it was probably a bad idea to tease the drug dealer who towered over her, especially with her current condition. But she was stoned... and it was fun. Besides, she could reign it in at any time, right? She was in heat and high, sure, but she wouldn't actually let the dog boy go through with it... right?

Right?

"I said it because it's true..." said Tez, his voice quiet and deep like a rumbling of stones spilling down the side of a mountain. "You may think you know what you're doing, but trust me: if you start this, you bout to get up in something you cannot get out of." He paused, then placed a single hand on her forehead to push her back a bit. "You in for a penny, you in for the pound."

"Better start pounding then..." Loretta said with a mild sneer. "And by the way, hold this blunt. I think it's gone out."

With that, she leaned forward and began to pull at Cortez's shorts, tugging at the strings that held them up on his slender waist. She was beginning to feel that heat-style pain start up again... but she was in control. She could reign it in. So what if he had muscles like they were chiseled from stone... and soft black fur he obviously shampooed and conditioned regularly so it smelled like heaven... and so what if his dick was... was...

Oh my sweet merciful fuck.

She knew it was big... she could already see and feel it was big before his shorts came off. Hell, she spent half the time she'd been here staring at it. But damn. Still. Damn.

She'd seen canine dick before... the internet still existed and a girl did get curious... but up until this day, Loretta never saw one in person. Now that she had... she had to say pictures did this no justice. It was insanely different than any penis she had ever seen in person: the size, the shape, the smell...

Dear God...

She stared at the massive spire of fuck flesh, precum drooling from the tapered tip in a thin clear line that made her cotton-ball tail wiggle just to see. It looked so rigid and solid... all covered in obvious veins... and that bulbous shape near the base she knew, through research online, to be his knot. His dick was like ART. The lapine lass was drooling just staring at it. Drooling from both lips; she could feel it flowing freely, a wet patch growing against her agonizingly empty cunt.

Ah god... god but it looked amazing. Mildly horrifying... but amazing. She stared at it for what felt like an eternity, watching it throb and pulse in front of her eyes...

"Remember what I said about breaking you in half, little rabbit?" came the baritone voice above her, snapping her briefly from her pheromone-induced stasis. "You believe me now?"

Part of Loretta resented Cortez for that arrogance. She stared up at him with that cocky smirk across his muzzle, those spots that looked like freckles, that... stupid, toned physique...

He annoyed her. He was also, she estimated, absolutely right - part of why he annoyed her. She didn't want to admit it, but... that dick was bigger than any she had seen in person. She wasn't a virgin (not that experienced, either - one boyfriend in high school and one drunken hook-up didn't make for much expertise)... but still, he had the type of gear between his legs she assumed might make her feel like one all over again.

She felt nervous as hell... but she also felt remarkably horny. Something about the idea of being out of her element... and with a predator, while she was prey... it sent shocks down her spine.

That, and Daddy ain't raise no bitch.

"Keep talking that shit," she hissed out, pausing to run her tongue across the side of that being dog prick. "You just getting my pussy wet." She stared up at him as she licked the other side of his cock, then proceeded to grip his shaft with both hands and stroke it with her best determined glare. She wasn't gonna lose out. It may not have been her plan originally, but now she was here and she was determined to... to...

What was she so determined to do?

"So you like that rough shit?" Tez asked, smirking down at her a bit wider. "Bet... I gotchu."

Before Lo-Lo could answer, either in the affirmative or negative (she wasn't quite sure which anymore), she felt the electrifying sensation of the canine wrapping one of his big, powerful hands around both of her ears. She felt her body shake, then go limp instantly... and heard a soft, primal little squeak issue forth from her throat. She forgot how sensitive they were...

Taking full advantage of her current state, Cortez maneuvered her head as he saw fit, guiding her up and down both sides of his shaft. She offered no resistance - she couldn't even if she wanted to, in her current state. She simply groaned and let her mouth hang open, licking and kissing whatever part of that rigid shaft he placed before her face.

If she thought she was wet before... Jesus. Her hands rapidly fumbled loose her pants, making enough room for her hand to slip into her panties. She was slip-n-slide slick... and as much as she loathed it, the moment her fingers hit her clit was like the discovery of fire. She immediately felt a bolt of fear... followed by a sense of warmth and elation.

"You're getting wet from this, aren't you ya little slut?" snarled Tez, his voice a baritone rumble that shook the core of the smaller lapine.

Loretta could only nod.

"Show me," he ordered. "Take those fingers off your little cunt and show me."

Hesitantly, mostly hesitant because she didn't want to stop touching herself for any reason, Loretta complied and held her left hand up. Her middle and index fingers were coated, glazed in a layer of her juices so prominent it made them glisten in the living room lights.

Loretta felt embarrassed. She felt ashamed. She was so ashamed she looked away... But before any of these feelings could take root, she felt the warmth of lips around her fingers. She looked back to see Cortez, gripping her wrist lightly with one hand as he lovingly lapped her liquids off her.

It was something Lo-Lo had never seen before... but she found it uniquely arousing.

"I forgot how good bunny tasted...." said Tez, pausing to make eye contact with her. "I'm starting to see why my ancestors were bred to hunt yours."

Loretta simply stared, her attention fixated on the heterochromatic eyes of the dog before her. There wasn't much he could say, she thought, to make her anything but putty in his powerful hands... especially if he maintained a grip on her tender ears.

"You taste like a masochist slut," continued Tez. "Pheromones and fear, that's what you taste like. You're aroused... but also scared. And between the scents of frightened prey and a bitch in heat..."

Here, he trailed off. Loretta was just about to ask what he meant, but then... then she was hoisted to her feet, and tossed over the coffee table. Instinct drove her to fight back and try to get up... but a hand on the small of her back and a strong snarl from the predator above her made her stay where stop on a dime and hold the position into which she'd been thrown.

"I could just eat you up."

The male above her said this with such conviction... such calm yet primal hunger in his voice... that for a second Loretta was unsure how he meant that.

That is, until her pants and panties were yanked down her shapely and supple ass. At that point she could kinda guess what way he meant that, and instinct (along with years of watching music videos) made her begin to wiggle her rump in as enticing a manner as possible, hoping to draw her new play partner into devouring her sooner.

About the time it occurred to Lo-Lo that her ancestors must be weeping about this in whatever afterlife existed, she felt one of those powerful paws slap down hard on her left ass cheek.

"You move when told," instructed the dope dealing dog behind her. "Not before, not after. Are we clear?"

Loretta whined aloud, then nodded.

"Good girl."

That simple pair of words made her lower her ears and close her eyes, feeling a new wave of warmth wash over her frame. It was demeaning and yet encouraging all at once... and to her surprise, she loved it. Something about the way he said it, combined with those strong hands gripping her ass to hold her in place, made the bunny girl feel soft and fragile... but in a good way. It was a rush she had only read about before: the kind described in erotic stories she read about being dominated.

Even as Cortez knelt behind her and began licking her pussy, he made sure she never felt like she was the one in command. His hands squeezed and massaged her pliant cheeks, holding her in place even as she began to reflexively squirm at the feel of his tongue.

And by god... that tongue.

The stereotype about canines having long tongues was definitely one that the hound mix behind her fit to a T. And not only was his long... but it was remarkably flexible. The way he moved it across her folds and clit was something that the lapine lady had never even thought possible... and it felt so amazing she began to tremble a bit and wiggle herself back against him, needy little squeaks of lust issuing forth without her even being able to stop them.

This wiggling, however, earned her ass another slap.

"Did I tell you to move?" he growled at her.

Loretta simply shook her head.

"Then hold that pretty ass still and let me enjoy my meal."

"Yes... sir..." she groaned out, digging her nails into the table as she dedicated her energy to not moving despite herself. She wanted more, more, more of that wonderful tongue... she needed it deeper, she needed it to apply that feeling that it was lavishing upon her clit deeper inside her... to soothe her dull, aching throb that only persisted in driving her into a great and maddening lustful state that was only made better by the cannabis in her system and the fact she no longer had to repress it.

Each time she lost concentration, she wiggled. Each time she wiggled, she got spanked. It made her that much wetter, that much more excited... that much more ravenous. This, of course, made staying still harder... and as she panted out in aching, greedy breaths, she decided to try something different.

"Please..." she said, almost hating her own voice and the desperation she heard in it. "Please, I..."

"Speak up," said Tez, gripping her ass harder. "Use your words..."

"I... inside..." Loretta managed, biting down on her bottom lip as embarrassment briefly overtook her desires. She never talked much about sex, even during sex... so this was new for her. "I want... t-to feel... inside me... please?"

God that sounded dumb, she thought to herself. If I could die of embarrassment, now would be when I-

Her thought process was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a single, long digit entering her heated hole, making her gasp.

"Good girl..." came the deep baritone affirmation of Tez from behind her. "See what happens when you speak up and ask? You get what you want."

Loretta wanted to respond, started to respond, but... as she looked back to do so, she made contact with those heterochromatic eyes for a brief moment, long enough to freeze her in place as she suddenly felt the dual sensation of that finger curving and pressing her g-spot combined with his tongue against her clit, both moving in tandem.

Whatever response she had planned before devolved into shrill little prolonged squeal of pleasure. The sudden nature of it, the combined pressure and pleasure at two of her most sensitive spots at once, the fact he'd literally made her beg for it... it all overwhelmed the mind of the lapine girl, and for a moment she felt like her mind was fading away, floating off, filling with white light as she surged toward the inevitable-

Or at least, it would have been inevitable, had the dog behind her kept going. Instead, he abruptly stopped and asked:

"You're close to cumming, aren't you Lo-Lo?"

She nodded vigorously, staring back to see why the wonderful tongue and finger duo had stopped. It wasn't fair! She had been holding back for so long, and now was so close... so...

"You ask permission before you cum, little bunny..." he said, moving his finger in and out of her increasingly wet little pussy at an agonizingly slow pace. "Understand?"

There was a version of Loretta who would have rolled her eyes at all of this. There was a version of her who would've told him yes, then cum without asking anyway to see if he could really tell, since most guys couldn't. There was a part of her who would have at least tried to talk shit a bit, maybe acted like she was gonna pull her panties up and walk out since she wasn't getting her way.

But that version of Loretta was also in heat. And when she looked to her inner sassy, bratty self for strength to defy this contemptible tease of a pup, she found no help there at all.

"P-please..." she started, eyes closing. "Please, s-sir... make me cum? Please?"

Her ears lowered, as she move uncertainly from leg to leg, waiting for a response. She was worried, based on the long silence, she had said something wrong, or perhaps said it the wrong way... this was all new to her, after all.

But then she finally heard him say those words that made her lust-addled heart sing with pleasure.

"Good girl."

Then the tongue was back, and the finger back to stroking her g-spot instead of just slow-slides in and out, and every part of Loretta felt alive with a rich and surging current of pleasure. She squealed on in pleasure again, and then again... and then again... and again... and before she knew it she was on the brink once more.

"Sir, can I-?! FUCK!!" she squealed out, hands scraping at the wooden table. "Can I cum sir? Can I cum sir? Can I-?!? Oh god, please!"

"Sssshuuuutdafuckup."

For a moment Loretta froze and so did Cortez, both turning their heads toward the sound. The source, on the couch, was a still mostly-unconscious Bethany: she was still laying on the couch, facing away from the table now.

God, Loretta had forgotten all about that pill-popping mouse! She'd been there the whole time, hadn't she? What did she see, what did she hear, what would she remember?!? Would she tell the others on campus, would-?

All these thoughts were summarily interrupted by Tez rubbing her g-spot once more and growling out 3 simple words:

"Cum for me."

And moments later the licking returned... and moments after that, cum was exactly what Loretta did. She came the way one cums when it's been pushed back for so long, when one aches with need to cum, when one keeps getting close but keeps getting interrupted. All that build up meant the final pay-off was amplified by a factor of tens, and for a moment it literally felt like her soul had left her body. She threw her head back in a silent, empty rush of breath... and the remnants of her conscious mind, as it washed out to sea on this tidal wave of bliss, wondered if this was why dogs howl sometimes. If she had the vocal structure for it, she knew she would be baying like a full moon was out.

Then she collapsed, feeling like her whole body was emptied out. She was slowly coming back tongue world but still felt woozy... light headed... and absolutely astounding. She could drift off to sleep, right here, like this... splayed out on this fucking coffee table... and be completely content.

That was her initial thought, anyway. But then she looked over at Beth sleeping on the couch, and had a brief moment of clarity that soured her enjoyment. She was on her knees in a drug dealer's house, ass in the air, with her functional druggy roommate passed out on the couch.

Dear Mom and Dad, she imagined herself writing to her parents in her head. I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and good health. How am I doing in college? Well...

Mercifully, the internal monologue was interrupted by the feeling of powerful hands on her tender ears again. Loretta felt a dumb, giddy little smile spread across her face instinctively as she looked up at him, still a bit cum-drunk from the prior situation. And it was the process of looking up that she realized... Cortez still had a very, very hard dick between those toned thighs of his.

Blinking, her brain tried to make sense of this. Usually by the time she came, any guy she was with before could barely stand up let alone still had an erection. It took far longer than she wanted to admit for her mind to wade it's way through orgasm stupor, the remnants of her high, and generalized confusion to realize there was a perfectly logical explanation:

He hadn't fucked her yet.

She had given him some head, sure... but stopped before he came. Of course he was still hard... fuck. Loretta began to wonder if that wonderful tongue lashing and fingering session she just experienced was just to set her up... have her more turned on and more sensitive than he was by the time sex was going to happen.

Or maybe it was just to loosen her up. She was staring at one monster of a cock, here... it still made her heart jump to look at it, probably because it felt like - physical impossibilities be damned - if he stuck that thing in her, it would actually hit her chest.

God, I'm high, she thought.

About the time she came to this realization of just how high she was, the rabbit also came to the realization she was being led by her ears, on all fours, to what she could only logically assume was the bedroom. Several thoughts crossed her mind - including "is it technically degrading to be led around like a bitch by a male dog?"; "how the hell did I get myself into this mess? Oh, sucking dick? Bet."; and "If he cums fast with a dick that big, I'm gonna be maaaaaaaaaad..."

Of course, somewhere in the very back of her head the thought came up that she originally was planning to just tease the big mutt (this thought interrupted by the inevitable and uncomfortable "is mutt a slur?" thought). But, best laid plans and all that, right?

Heh, laid. God, I am really stoned right now...

Still, part of her hesitated. She had, in all earnestness, come back here to get something to prevent her heat from controlling her life! She wanted... did she want..? What..?

Tez came to a stop, still holding her ears, in front of his bedroom door.

"Having second thoughts?" he asked her.

It actually warmed Loretta's heart a bit (or at least felt like it did), for him to give her this final chance to come to her senses. And maybe, under different circumstances, she would've taken said chance and avoided going further.

But it was a bit too late for that. She was still buzzed, still in heat, and she still had her pride on the line. After all, she started all of this to prove a point...

"You said it yourself;" she said, grinning up at the mixed canine. "In for a penny, in for a pound. Well, I've had my penny so... get to pounding."

Cortez chuckled a bit, then shook his head.

"Never thought I would hear it put like that..." he said, rubbing his forehead. "Alright, then..."

And with that, he opened the door and led her into his room. She was briefly surprised by how clean it was before she felt herself being yanked to her feet and summarily thrown over his bed.

"Can't give a girl a little warning?" She asked, even as she giggled and raised her rump expectantly.

"We're way past that," he said, taking a step over and giving her rump a slap. "You got a nice ass for a tiny thing..."

Lo-Lo wanted to tell him to shut up, but the feel of his hands made her wiggle her rush regardless. She was excited... moreso than she thought she would be. And then... she felt the head of that canine cock, the tapered tip, kissing against her clit as the tall, skinny hound boy began to line himself up with her.

Heat. Sparks. Light. Need.

For a moment, every thought that Loretta had was like that. Just monosyllabic buzz words of arousal , floating around in her head like neon signs being passed on a nighttime highway. They proclaimed their base, guttural message... then they were gone. And on and on... over and over... as the big bastard behind her still had the audacity to keep teasing her even now.

Fuck. Me. Need. Dick. Fuck. Me. Need. Dick.

Frustration finally crystallized the thoughts, gave them a direction. Now rather than random buzz words it was a droning mantra that repeated at the same pace as the little lapine's heart beat... a heart beat that was speeding up the more flustered she got.

"You think you're ready?" asked Tez.

Loretta nodded so hard she thought her head might fly off.

"Good girl..."

And finally, finally... finally it was in. It was pushing forward, stretching her open and...

Holy fuck!

She expected it to be big. She expected to need some accommodating. But still... Jesus on his throne! She felt so stretched, so full... and then as he pulled out and slid back in slowly, she realized he was slow-stroking his way in. There was more coming... no pun intended.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shiiiiiiit... she thought, clutching the sheets and biting her bottom lip.

Those slow, patient, methodical strokes made it easier to take the massive intrusion that was his dick... but still, she felt like she was at the absolute limits! It seemed terrifying at first, but the almost gentle way he was going about it, practically spoon-feeding her the rest of his dick... well, that made it okay. In fact... it was starting to feel really, _really_good.

"F-f-f-fuuuuuuuck..." she whimpered out, head against the sheets. "Please don't stop, please don't stop..."

Her ears. His hand. A match made in heaven or hell, she couldn't tell. All she knew was when he grabbed them she was at his mercy. And he grabbed them then and there, yanking her head back enough he could lean down and growl these words into her ear:

"Speak up."

"Please!" shouted Loretta. "Please don't stop, oh please don't stop, oh-!"

And then she felt it. He stopped, but not the way she anticipated. He stopped because he had reached the deepest possible point inside her, and the head of his cock was pressed firmly against her cervix. Here he held position, letting her feel the fullness of their connection for a moment...

And thus, with eyes upturned to the ceiling and mouth agape, did Loretta cum again. Between his grip on her tender ears, his warm breath against them as well, and the wonderful feeling of being completely full and stretched so perfectly... plus, the added bonus of his knot resting warm and firm against her clit... she gasped out silently, then began to shake and buck as she trembled and came, explosives going off behind her eyelids as she shut her eyes.

"Did you just cum without permission, little slut?" Tez asked, still growling in her ear in that sensual baritone voice.

"I-it snuck up on me..." whimpered Loretta. "I wasn't expecting it to... and I won't do it again... so please don't stop, please?"

"Oh, I'm sure as hell not stopping..." the hound said with a sneer. "Because right now, your tender little pussy is just gonna have to deal with the fact I'm still horny. And you're gonna take this fucking dick, understand?"

"Yes, Sir..." said Loretta, lowering her head as much as he allowed.

Seemingly sated by this, Cortez then began to pull out... placed his free hand on the small of the rabbit fem's back... and proceeded to move. It wasn't something Loretta was used to: again, by the time she came (is she came) with former lovers, they were spent... so they would usually stop there. She had never experienced her pussy being fucked while she was still riding the waves of a climax... and it was something insane. She felt overly sensitive, electrical sparks of pleasure making her mind jump and her body jolt like a series of convulsions. It was bordering on painful, with the excessive stimulation... but thankfully, for now, the damned dog was starting off slow.

It wouldn't last, however. His hips began building up speed, like a train getting a head of steam. And in no time at all, Loretta was at the brink again.

"F-f-fuck!! Sir?!? Oh god please, please sir..."

"You wanna cum again, you greedy little slut?"

" Yes!" she screamed out, staring back up at him. "I need it, Sir... I need it, please siiiiiir Oh god!"

The hound behind her slapped her ass with one hand, the other gripping the rabbit girl by her burly black hair and pulling her back to look at him.

"Cum for me, you nasty little fuckdoll."

Loretta stared back into those heterochromatic eyes of his, mouth agape... and did as she was told. Not like she had much choice: at this rate she was gonna cum with or without his permission if he kept fucking her like this. Between the weed (which, Loretta vowed, she would have to smoke more and at least masturbate because this sensitivity was AMAZING), the size, how he knew just how to stroke... and ooooh, did he know how to stroke! Each movement was targeted, precise, even when he sped up. He wasn't just fucking her for his pleasure, but for hers as well... or maybe that was the only way he could fuck was well, and her pleasure was a coincidence?

Hard to tell. But the degrading words and slaps to her ass made her feel... wetter. More aroused. More heated. She would've thought it would be the opposite... she would have honestly liked to believe she wasn't one of those girls who liked being called "slut" and "fuck doll" when she got plowed. But here she was, being called a fuck doll and cumming like a rushing wave.

Learn something new every day... she remembered her parents had told her.

Somehow, she was fairly sure this wasn't what they had in mind.

Cortez was a damned machine. Lo-Lo quickly lost track of how many times she came: she just remembered begging for permission to do so, over and over... and he kept going, and kept letting her cum. He made sure she knew that, too... every time she began to tighten up and get close, and not speak up, he would pull out of her altogether and say something along the lines of "You ain't slick, baby girl..."

She loathed and loved that sexual prowess he possessed.

It kept her ensorcelled to his will, to his strokes, to his dick. She said whatever he told her to say whenever he told her to say it:

"Who's my filthy little fuck-doll?" he asked?

"I'm your filthy little fuckdoll, Sir!" she would equal out, face stuffed against the bed. At this point she would tell the canine bastard she was Mary Queen of Scots if he kept slinging that shaft like this.

At one point, he asked her how many times she came. She looked at him as if he asked her to count grains of sand on the beach.

"How many?" he repeated.

Loretta guessed a number. Cortez told her that number was wrong, and for each number off she was, he would spank her.

10 slaps to her ass showed she was really not good at keeping count.

"Who's the one making you cum, little bunny?" he asked as he rolled her over onto her side.

"Y-y-you are S-s-sir..." Loretta said, trembling slightly from the stimulation.

"So each of those orgasms..." began Tez, slapping her ass a few times with that meaty spear he called a cock, "Is my handiwork. I expect you to treat it as such."

"Yes, Sir..." she groaned out, wiggling her ass a bit to try and get his dick back in her. "Anything, anything you want..."

"Whatever I say goes?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"Good girl."

It occurred to Loretta that if he kept sliding that dick inside of her when he called her a good girl, as he did this time and the time before, those two words would be synonymous with arousal for her...

That was her last coherent thought for a while.

Loretta felt like her mind was leaving her body for greener pastures, because she could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence, while being fucked like this. Everything was a haze of sensations - the rhythmic motion of his hips, the bumper buzzing sense of his knot on her clit, his hands moving her body as he saw fit, his lips on hers as they kissed...

It was all one big, warm, fuzzy moment in her mind.

Her brain didn't kick back on until she felt a very unfamiliar stretching... one that went past previous expansions.

Oh,_she thought. _Oh, this is-!

She should have thought about it: he was a canine, he had a knot. In order for him to orgasm, and release his seed, that knot had to enter her.

Release his seed...

His seed...

Seed...

And here, Loretta's cognitive function was immediately pushed back to the background, as the primal side of her - the side that was very much still in heat - heard "seed" and ran with it. Her rational mind tried to form all sorts of logistical arguments but now was the time of the primordial drum beat of breeding. She arched her hips to meet those pushing thrusts, that sent slight shocks into her tiny frame as he tried to make that bulb fit into her.

"Tight little bun..." he growled out, above her now. She was facing him, missionary... that much she was now aware of.

"Not sure it's gonna fit," said Tez. "May have to try again later..."

The moment he began to pull out, Loretta locked her legs around his waist.

"Make it fit, Sir."

"What?"

"Please make it fit, Sir!" she reached out for his face, pulling up closer to her. "I want it, I want it so bad... please, Sir..."

She paused here, kissing the hound mix on the lips, then finished the sentence the only way she could:

"Cum in me."

Defeated, Loretta's rational mind threw up its hands, said "at least we're on the pill!", and checked out for the evening.

She felt his hands grip her hips and hold her in place. She felt those deep, slow, methodical thrusts. She felt him bite into the side of her neck as he worked that knot past her tiny little opening...

And then she felt it: with a loud, wet, slurping sound that would have embarrassed her if she still had shame or dignity left, he was fully inside her. That knot... oh Jesus nothing prepared her for... so much pressure, right on her g-spot, and it wasn't stopping...

Loretta gripped at his back and shoulders in a frantic manner, digging her nails in as she felt some inescapable force shooting through her, washing over her. She couldn't even form the words to ask, just squeaks and squeals of pain and pleasure and she came in a squirting cascade all over the spot where the two of them connected. She felt like her whole body was a living conduit for light and fire, just filled with a blinding inferno... and as the growls of the dog atop her emptying his seed into her suggested, he was enjoying himself as well.

She felt it pump into her, each twitch of that massive meat pole sending more and more creamy seed into her, directly into her womb because of how deep he reached. She silently thanked God for the pill, because without it she would be pregnant with a whole litter at this rate!

Yessssss...

Her heat was finally sated. Her body felt both wrecked and wonderful at the same time. The only drag was that the high was wearing off...

"So..." said the canine, as he dislodged his teeth from her shoulder. "I take it you had fun?"

"More than I thought I would," admitted Loretta, sheepishly. "I was... surprised by some of the stuff you did. But it... it all turned me on? I wasn't sure it would but... that was... and then at the end..."

"Yeah, I've heard it can get a bit intense," said Tez, chuckling slightly. "As for the other stuff... like, you're familiar with BDSM?"

As he said this, he picked the bunny up (confirming her theory she would indeed not be going anywhere for a while and that knot was keeping them stuck together), and positioned then so that she was now laying on top of him.

"I mean, I've read about it," she said. "I kinda figured the language was part of... degradation play?"

"Right on the money," he told her, grinning. "I've been in the lifestyle for a while now... there's a lot to it, but it's fun."

"So does this mean next time I come over I'm getting hung from the ceiling and beat like a cheap piñata?" Lo-Lo asked.

They both got a snicker out of that, then Tez reached into his night stand drawer and pulled out a pre-rolled pinner joint.

"We can discuss that later," he told her. "Right now, I just wanna get high and enjoy this vibe."

"Amen to that," said Loretta, reaching for the J.

Tez, instead, took the hit he just took and blew it into her mouth, in a shotgun that left her dizzy all over again.

Then he passed her the joint.

"Asshole," she coughed out, slapping his chest. "I haychu."

"Yeah, yeah..." he said, chuckling. "That sentence would be a bit more convincing if you didn't just beg me to cum in your tight little pussy..."

"UGH."

They laughed a bit more, then relaxed. This was, quite possibly, the beginning of something beautiful.

Then they heard Beth cursing angrily:

"FUCKING COFFEE TABLE BROKE MY DAMN TOE!!"

"Should we check on her?" asked Lo-Lo.

"You feel like putting on clothes?" asked Tez.

"She'll be alright," said Loretta after a pause, taking another puff off the joint.

And with that, she blew a shotgun back to the hound mix, holding onto his big floppy ears as she giggled about it.

She had a lot of questions still, of course. She wanted to know more about BDSM, more about Tez, more about how he ended up being the way he was...

But she also wanted to know how soon he would be ready to go for another round.