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"Holy crap!" Rocko shouted over the pounding, "Calm down, I'm comin'."

The door practically rattled on its hinges with how hard the visitor banged on it. The pounding continued relentlessly until Rocko swung the door open and Xander spilled into the house. In his whirlwind of anger, the mutt couldn't even look at the stallion still holding the door or his bovine wife standing just inside the kitchen archway. At least not until he had found the words.

"What the fuck, man?!" Xander spun, directing his ire toward Rocko. The tall black stallion blinked with confusion and gently closed the door.

"Take a breath and quit cursing in front of my mare," Rocko urged as gently as he could, "What's going on?"

"My sister?!" was all Xander could blurt out. His limited check on his temper had choked back most of the flood of nearly incomprehensible words he wanted to sling around. He felt more than saw Rocko exchange a look with Mara. But the mutt couldn't read it through the red he was seeing.

"What about your sister?" Rocko held his deep basso voice in a deliberately careful tone.

"Oh," Xander shook his finger at dark coated stallion, "Don't play fu--freaking dumb with me. You know full well."

"I really don't," Rocko stepped forward and asserted himself more firmly, "and don't shake your paw at me. I helped ya out, remember?"

"By tricking me into mating my sister?" Xander exploded, regardless of the intimidating and muscled horse that stood hands over him. Xander clutched his fists tight and shook with the effort it took not to try his paws against Rocko's muzzle. Somewhere deep down, he knew that if it came to blows, the mutt would lose, and hard.

"Wha--" Rocko started but cut himself off, "She was your sister?"

Xander opened his maw to argue that Rocko must have known that, but then closed it. Rocko suddenly looked uncertain. The air went out of Xander's anger balloon and relaxed some. It left him feeling a bit worked up for nothing.

"Xander, darling," Mara touched Xander on the mutt's shoulder, "Come have a drink and we'll sort this out."

The bovine urged Xander out of the tense standoff and into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and let his shoulders slump. A coffee was set in front of him, fresh milk from Mara's teat still mixing into the dark mixture. Xander ignored it for the time being, not wanting to exacerbate his already frayed nerves.

"Tell us what happened," Mara said as she lowered her wide hips carefully into a chair which creaked under the weight of her pregnancy. Rocko stood in the door, keeping a healthy distance. It took a minute, but Xander finally lifted his dull amber eyes to regard the couple. He sighed and relayed the details of his call with his sister, Victoria.

"Damn," Rocko breathed, "Whatcha do?"

"I fucking--Sorry, Mara. I hung up, messaged her I had connection issues, and haven't talked to her for three weeks."

"She's going to worry," Mara suggested, "That's not good for the pups."

"Our pups," Xander nearly shouted again, "I can't believe this is happening. And neither of you had a clue?"

Rocko put his hands up in surrender, "Not a freaking clue, Z. Remember, this was all anonymous."

"It must just be some terrible luck that you both were looking for the same thing," Mara said, "You know we love you, Z. We always want the best for you and wouldn't want to put you through this."

Xander glanced between his two hosts, looking for any unspoken answers. Not finding much else, he nodded and said, "What should I do?"

"That's up to you, Z," Rocko shrugged, "Only you and us know, right? She doesn't need to know and she'll be just fine in not knowing."

"I need to tell her," Xander whispered, "Its eating me up."

"Clear your conscience then," Mara said, "But understand that telling her might obligate you to what you didn't want in the first place."

Anonymity and no strings attached, Xander thought to himself, To just be a stud.

"I'll think about it," The mutt said. He took a deep gulp of the creamy coffee before standing. He paused next to Rocko on his way out and said, "Sorry to barge in. Have a good night."

"No prob, Z," Rocko reassured. He watched the mutt leave and close the door behind him. The stallion turned back to his wife who already had a sly smile sliding across her muzzle.

Rocko chuckled softly and moved to stand over her, his sweat pants already tenting.

"Fuck that is hot," Mara said as she obediently pulled down the elastic of Rocko's pants and freed his stiffening member.

"You said it," Rocko wuffled softly as Mara wrapped her thick lips around his flaring tip, "I know Vicky wanted what you're about to get, but I couldn't resist getting her brother to knock her up. Too good an opportunity."

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Xander couldn't stand still. The wait was unbearable. He found himself checking his phone every five seconds, hoping to see a message that said she wasn't coming. If she did cancel, then he could at least say he tried to tell her. But even as he paced along the sidewalk outside the café, he knew that wasn't going to be the case. Sure enough, the mutt spotted his half-sister round the corner and he froze in place.

Their mother, a female born to an old bastion of the husky aristocracy, had an arranged marriage with a male of similar breeding. Xander's mom had been dutiful for the most part. She had kept her husband's home, had two litters, and been taken care of because of it. But mom had her dalliances and had gotten pregnant from a one-night stand with a male she had met during a girls' weekend trip. Needless to say, Xander did not inherit the husky look nor the family wealth. But he may have inherited that itch for breeding from his nameless father.

Victoria was older than him by a few years, having been born in their mom's second litter, but her shorter stature and beautiful, long fur coat made her look younger by comparison. A thin, baby blue maternity dress didn't help Victoria look like the high-powered legal assistant that she was. Instead, it made her look like a pregnant high school student.

The husky spotted him and waved enthusiastically. Trying to act calm, he mirrored her greeting. Victoria wobbled over to him as quick as she could and threw her arms around his shoulders.

"Xander!" She cried aloud as she pulled him down into an embrace, "Oh, it's so good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, sis," Xander managed. His nerves were just about shot and he could swear that she felt him practically buzzing with anxiety when she hugged him. He counted to three and began to release. Victoria withdrew slowly and had a strange look on her face. She took a sniff and narrowed her icy blue eyes.

"You smell familiar," She said absently.

Xander panicked internally and nearly took off, but he realized he had an out, saying, "I'd hope so. We grew up together...for the most part."

"Yeah, I guess," She said, obviously not fully convinced. But she shook it off and returned to her excited smile, "Are you ready to eat?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Xander held back a whimper of worry. He stepped away and opened the door for his sister. He followed her waddling into the café.

"...and it only took one try," Victoria explained excitedly. She started to speak again, but stopped as she looked at Xander. The mutt was pushing the remnants of his food around the plate as he stared off across the café. Eventually, her stare pushed through the storm of his thoughts and brought him back. He coughed nervously and put down his fork.

"Sorry," Xander apologized.

"What happened?" Victoria tilted her head, "You seemed excited for me initially but then you suddenly disappeared."

"I told you I had--" he started.

"No, don't give me that lost connection crap," she said calmly but with an edge of frustration. Victoria frowned and said sadly, "I thought you of all people would support me."

"I do," Xander said, "I really do. I think it's great you're so independent and going after what you want. It's just...umm..." The words caught in his throat. How was he going to tell her that he was the father of her pups? His half-sister was staring hard at him across the table, expecting an explanation. She was totally unaware of how world shattering that explanation would be. But she needed to know. Xander's brow furrowed in thought as he decided on how he would approach it, "I know that you didn't get IVF."

"What?" Victoria blinked, "I just told you I did."

"You know a guy named Rocko?" He ventured a glance at her face. The mention of their mutual acquaintance and the stallion who had arranged their meet up cracked Victoria's usually positive demeanor. Xander could see a blush rising up in her cheeks.

"I-I...don't..." Victoria swallowed.

Xander pressed, taking the advantage of her loss of balance, "A room with a swing in it."

Victoria's blush became so bright that her fur threatened to turn red. The look on her face turned from fear to anger, "That bastard. I can't believe he told you."

"He didn't tell me," Xander sighed. As much as he would have loved to let her come to that conclusion, he knew the small husky would go after Rocko if Xander didn't set things straight. He took another breath and let the words spill out, "I was there."

"The hell you were," Victoria tensed to leap out of the booth as quickly as her pregnant belly would allow. She continued as she started into the motion, "There was no way you were--"

Victoria stopped abruptly. Xander watched all the pieces in her head fall into place. She saw the truth. Her jaw dropped in abject horror and her terrified eyes lifted to meet Xander's. He flashed an awkward, apologetic smile in response.

"You," Victoria finally breathed, "It was you."

"Yeah," Xander made no sudden moves, sensing she was in a very fragile moment.

"Holy shit," She settled slowly back into the booth, "I thought you smelled familiar."

Xander remained quiet, watching her scene unfold. Waves of confusion, disgust, and even a little excitement passed over her face as she remembered their rendezvous. The realization truly hit home when she remembered she was pregnant.

"I fucked my brother!" She exploded, sending Xander nearly leaping across the table trying to shush the hysterical husky. He leaned out of the booth and waved off any gawkers they may have just earned. Victoria put her head in her hands and said in loud whisper, "I'm having your litter?!"

"Kinda," Xander chuckled nervously. While he was feeling worlds better now that the secret was shared, he hated watching Victoria go through this. She looked so lost as she stared him. He sighed and took her paws gently in his. She began to recoil, but he gently urged her relax, "That's why I was so distant. I didn't know how to tell you. It was supposed to be anonymous right? But I recognized the star markings that you have along your side and I freaked."

"What kind of freak chance is it that Rocko paired me up with you?" Victoria asked.

"Actually, I've wondered that myself," Xander said thoughtfully, "But he swears he didn't know."

"We'll see about that," Victoria growled, "What do we do now? I'm not abandoning this litter."

"Oh, hell no," Xander said, giving Victoria's paws a squeeze, "I would never ask that. Maybe it's just better that we know so that we can move past it."

"What good is that?" She asked skeptically, "It's not like we're going to be able to go back to being just sister and brother."

"Is that what you would honestly want?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Victoria narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well, I have had some time to think about it," His voice shook some as he broached his thoughts on the matter, "What's done is done. Not only that, but we both enjoyed it, right?"

Victoria's muzzle opened again in surprise, "What? You think we should keep having sex or something?"

"Kinda," the mutt said. Victoria stared at him, trying to read past his non-commitment to the answer. She leaned back and left Xander to watch the wheels turning in her head.

"I guess," she began, "since we can't go back to what we were...Would we be a couple?"

"I'd rather not, actually," Xander replied, "That was the whole point, right? You wanted to be independent. I wanted to be a breeder. No strings attached."

"Really?" she scanned his face.

"Really," He confirmed, "I don't want us to not speak again. That was my biggest worry. I didn't want to lose you in my life. So, I figured...we could do a...siblings with benefits thing."

"'Siblings with Benefits'," Victoria echoed, a note of cynical amusement in her voice. She glanced out the café window as she considered her brother's proposal. She chewed on a claw, an old habit Xander remembered from when they were kids. After a minute, her eyes flickered back to him, "I suppose it can't hurt anything now."

"Cool," the mutt said as nonchalantly as possible. Internally, Xander breathed a sigh of relief. He truly didn't want to lose Victoria, but their encounter had sparked more romantic feelings for the husky. This was the best compromise in his opinion.

"Since we're doing this," Victoria said softly, "can I be honest?"

"Of course."

"This pregnancy has me super horny," she confessed, "I could really use a release."

Xander felt his loins twitch at the notion. He gulped down a lump of growing excitement, "Sure. When?"

"Now," Victoria motioned behind the mutt, "Restroom."

Xander blinked, taken aback by the sudden request. Victoria shimmied out of the booth and waddled past Xander to the restrooms. Xander glanced around at the other patrons, wondering if they suspected anything. A few people glanced his direction. He flashed a half smile, hoping to defuse that suspicion, but probably only made it worse. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. The mutt took a swallow of water while he waited. After a few minutes, he stood and walked to the restrooms as calmly as his jittery nerves would allow him. At the last moment, he ducked into the females' room and locked the door behind him.

A paw grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him further into the restroom. Victoria, despite her pregnancy and small stature had some muscle. She pulled him down to eye level, held his wide-eyed gaze for a moment before kissing him hard. Her tongue shot into his mouth before he knew what was happening. Her long pink muscle probed his lips and tongue aggressively. Completely dumbfounded, the mutt let her explore to her heart's content. She broke off the sloppy make-out session and looked him in the eyes again.

"Last stall," She said with a commanding tone. Xander simply nodded. She turned and headed for the stall, half-dragging the mutt behind her. He wondered what had just happened to the sweet and happy-go-lucky sister that he had met up with only an hour ago. Was it her need for sex driving her newfound dominance? Or was this how she was on the job? He imagined that the small husky would need to exert a level of extra-judicial superiority and confidence in the 'dog-eat-dog' world of law. Whatever it was, this was new for Xander.

Victoria released him once they were nestled into the tiny stall. She lifted the skirt of her dress and peeled down her flower-print panties. Xander smirked to himself. Those definitely belonged to the sister he knew. She wiggled out of the underwear and unhooked them from one ankle, leaving them draped on the other. She shuffled forward until she was straddling the bowl of the toilet. She leaned forward onto the tank and lifted her dress again. Xander's pants tightened painfully as he got two eyes full of his sister's puffy sex and clutching tailhole. The memory of Victoria held in the swing from their chance encounter was forever burned in his head. This was an addition to that collage.

"Well?" Victoria asked expectantly. She glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Oh, right," Xander broke from his reminiscence and returned to the now. He fumbled with the button of his pants and carefully opened the zipper. His sheath swelled as it became less confined and the red tip of his cock pushed out through the open fly of his boxers. The mutt let his pants fall open just enough to give him room to work.

The tropical scent that permeated the restroom was quickly being usurped by the smell of dog musk. Xander took only a moment to breathe in the scent of his sister's sex. It was a warm, heavy scent that filled his veins with a fiery, dizzying need to breed. He held his breath, wanting to trap her scent in his lungs for as long as he could. His length throbbed in time with his quickening heartbeat, growing to full length within seconds.

Xander stepped forward, one paw on his straining member and the other sliding over Victoria's hip. He hooked his fingers in that plush husky fur and held her still as he guided his member to his sister's slit. The tip pressed between her pussy lips, urging them apart. The mutt heard his sister-mate gasp softly at the touch. The gasp became a moan as he pressed his hips forward and slowly impaled her on his rod. He let out his own soft groan as she enveloped him, wrapping his malehood in the silky walls of her pussy.

"Fuck me," She whined softly.

"What?" Xander asked, his mind a little blurry from the sensations.

"Fucking use me," Victoria nearly shouted at him, a hint of desperation in her voice. This woke Xander from his trance and he obliged. His hips rocketed forward, spearing the husky. He wasted no more time with foreplay. He was given a command and he was going to see it through.

The mutt grunted with effort as he drove his cock into his sister with abandon. It took only a moment to build up his momentum. Soon, the sound of their hips slapping together echoed through the small restroom. Xander grabbed both of the husky's hips and yanked back on them with each thrust, burying himself deeper every time. Victoria clung to the toilet tank as her brother fucked her with growing intensity.

Xander reveled in the feel of Victoria's wet cunny clutching at his length as he pistoned in and out of her. He battered up against her engorged cervix, coaxing pained whines out of his sister. Those whimpers egged him on and the mutt threw more force behind his bucking hips. Shortly, husky's whines grew in pitch and volume. Her stretched slit gushed with its warm juices which coated Xander's girth and dripping into the open bowl below.

Two conflicting sensations hit at the same time. First, a churning in his sack told Xander he was close. He was going to cum in his sister for the second time ever.

At the same time, a knock at the restroom door broke through the siblings' sex craze.

"Hello?" a voice called from outside, "is everything alright? This isn't supposed to be locked."

"Oh fuck," Xander growled. He refused to stop, but the sudden danger of exposure had kept him from the climax. He couldn't lose it. He sped up, hoping to counter the worry and finish soon. Victoria, on the other hand, had gone over into her climax. Her body shook and her eyes practically rolled into her head as she came. Her claws dug little grooves into the porcelain as her entire body tensed. More of her cum fell into the bowl below her.

The knocking at the door became more persistent. Xander wanted to shout at whoever was there, but he was singularly focused. The thrusting wasn't enough and he was tiring. Following a little instinct, he slid his hands from Victoria's quivering hips to her heavy belly. The feel of her swollen form and the idea that inside were his pups reignited his climax. The mutt rammed his cock into his sister a few more times before finally forcing the knot into her already stretched pussy. He threw a hand over his muzzle to muffle the howl that boiled up and out of his loins. His length pulsed and opened like a fire hose. Xander painted Victoria's vaginal canal with thick globs of baby batter. With each heavy throb, the mutt's cock unloaded more seed into the husky. He clutched at her hips again, holding her tight to his groin as he finished. Unable to get into her womb, much of his spunk squirted out around the knot, soaking into his pants and splashing in the toilet.

The raw, primal need to mate and breed was quenched as they expended their orgasms. Victoria lay partially collapsed on the toilet tank, panting heavily. Her tongue lulled out and her eyes tried to focus. Xander hovered over her, trying to catch his breath. His abs and gluts were on fire, but his sack felt pleasantly empty. It was this feeling he was reveling in when a soft squeak of surprise sounded behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, the mutt saw the big eared, grey furred mouse standing at the entrance to the stall. She wore a look of fright on her delicate, pink features as well as a name tag that read Lilian, Shift Leader.

Still in a sex stupor and uninhibited by his reason, Xander smiled dully at the rodent woman and said, "Wanna be next?"