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(The following is a work of fiction. Desert Mutt is copyright myself. Marina is a fictional character not intended to be based off of any particular individual. This story includes male on female sex, pregnancy, lactation, cheating oral and anal sex.)

Desert unlocked the door, stepping into his new home. He looked around, taking in the remaining boxes around him. He shut the door behind him, the black and white canine walking deeper into the house toward the kitchen to get something to eat.

Something caused him to stop, turning to look out the sliding glass door to his back yard. The floppy ears perked slightly as he caught sight of something moving in the water of his pool. He moved closer, watching quietly a moment. One of his black furred paws reached up, unlocking the door then sliding it open.

Once the door opened fully a head popped up slightly, looking toward him. The otter moved up slightly, letting her face be seen fully. Her ears shifted, one paw reaching up and back to stroke through the long wet hair.

"Hello," she said softly with her voice taking on a friendly tone, "If I had known that you had moved in already, I would have asked your permission first. It's just that it was so hot today and my husband didn't get a pool. Can you believe that? Two otters and no pool. Nooooo. He wanted a basketball court. Doesn't even play now so we just have a...." She looked up at him then shifted. Her dark furred cheeks hid the blush as she looked at the black furred canine.

"Sorry again," she finally continued, "Just a little edgy. I'm Marina, one of your new neighbors" She pushed up slightly, letting the cleavage of her bikini top be seen, then further to reveal the top of a swollen belly. She sat down on the edge and held a paw out to the canine.

"Desert," he finally said as moved to take her paw, "I was hoping to be the first to swim in my pool after moving here. Just don't let it get out or do it too often. I would prefer not having all the neighbors coming over just to swim in my pool." He looked at the female's bikini then down at her swollen stomach.

"Nice to meet-ooh," her words were cut short quickly, "Uhm...sorry to intrude more, but may I use your bathroom? One of the pups just gave my bladder a bit of a kick so...." She shifted, feeling slightly embarrassed by it.

"Sure,' the mutt said with a smile, "Should be.... Uh...hmm... Sorry Marina, but I don't remember the exact location of it yet." He smiled sheepishly.

"It's alright," Marina chuckled out, "If your house is built like ours, I should be able to find it." She shifted to push up and get on her feet. The pregnant otter woman held still a moment to make sure she had her balance, then started to waddle to the door and inside to try and find the bathroom.

The canine stayed there a moment, watching her go in. His eyes watched the swaying of her tail and movement of the still toned butt. He then got up and walked in. The canine stopped at the door and thought. He had his suit, so he could join her. Or he could get lunch.

As he stepped in further and looked around at the partially unpacked boxes, he heard a flush. His head turned toward the sound. Shortly after, the otter mother to be came into the room.

"Thank you," the otter fem said, "I feel much better now."

"No problem," the canine replied, "You must be pretty excited about being a mother soon." He smiled at her, tail wagging. The smile slowly faded as it was not returned. Her eyes looked down as she turned her head away.

"Is there something wrong?" Desert asked curiously. He moved closer to Marina, head tilted curiously.

"Well," she mumbled slightly before starting to speak a bit more audibly, "Since I started to show...things have gotten..." She sighed, then looked at him, "Since my third month, my husband and I haven't had sex. I don't think he finds me sexy anymore. Pretty sure he's been cheating on me with his secretary." She looked away, chewing on her lip.

"I'm sorry to hear that," the canine said as he walked toward her, "But you're still a very sexy otter." He stopped, hesitating, then hugged her. Marina tensed, then relaxed slightly, pressing herself against him.

"Do you really think so?" she asked, looking up at him. Her stomach pressed against him some. Her body shifted slightly, her breasts pressing into him just enough to be felt and teased.

"Yes," he continued with a smile, "You're in great shape. Legs and butt well toned. Your body shapely. You're incredibly attractive, even a little more so with the sight of you filled with new life."

"That's sweet of you," she said happily, "And I appreciate it," the otter woman hugged the canine back, her body reacting to the feeling of a strong male embracing her. "It's just been frustrating. Here I am feeling so...horny sometimes, so sensitive, and my husband seems oblivious, uncaring. It seems like he has no interest and...." She looked up, then moved closer, pressing her lips against his.

The canine tensed then started to kiss back, murring into the female's muzzle. He slides his paws around, unfolding his arms from the hug, then slides down along the small of her back to stroke over her rump.

Marina moaned out into the kiss, her rump pushing back to press into the paws and tail shifting in excitement. She broke the kiss slowly, pulling away some. Her eyes had closed during the kiss and opened once more, looking up at the male in front of her.

"Oh no," she said as she pulled away. "Not again," she growled as she looked down at the swimsuit top, "It's been a little irritating. Lately I've been leaking small amounts of milk from time to time." She reached up and back, untying the top and pulling it off to expose her round breasts with small bits of milk leaking out of the nipples to make droplets.

Desert suddenly reached up, taking a hold of the small breasts and squeezing gently. He leaned down, the canine tongue sliding out to run over the breasts and collect what little milk had been released.

Marina's eyes closed as she moaned out in pleasure. She gripped at the male to keep her balance as her chest pushed forward, pressing her breast against his mouth and muzzle as the tongue ran over the extra sensitive flesh. She reached out with a paw, pressing it against the crotch of the dog's pants. A small part of her told the otter female to stop, that this was wrong. Another small part of her wanted this to get back at her husband. If he could sleep with someone else, so could she. Most of all, more then anything she wanted this because it had been so long and she was so wanting for something.

The canine let the nipple go and licked his lips. He pulled away some, paws moving. He gripped her rump, squeezing and massaging the cheeks. His sheath swelled with excitement. He was pushed against some, taking a step back away from her.

The swollen otter looked at the male curiously as he pulled away, the small ears shifting as she tilted her head. She watched as he took his shirt off, exposing the fur of his chest and stomach. She froze a moment as she saw him bend down. Her legs shifted under his grip as they stroked up. A shiver ran through her as the bikini bottom was pulled down off her, exposing her sex to him. She gripped his shoulders to brace herself, spreading her legs wider to give him better access.

The male mutt's paws stroked along the back of the thigh, over the rump, and along the underside of the base of the tail. He squeezed and massaged the cheeks gently as his muzzle moved forward, pressing against the nether lips. He pushed the tongue out, licking up along the length and over the clit with a murr of pleasure. It pulled back slightly before pushing against her again and licking up along the length.

Marina leaned against him, moaning out in pleasure. Her hips swayed as she rubbed against the stroking licks. Her rump shifted against the his paws as she twitched in excitement. The bottom of her swollen stomach rubbed against the top of his head some, tickling the underside of it slightly.

Desert continued to give long slowly strokes along the outside of the nether lips, catching any of the escaping fluids that flowed from her depths. He nuzzled against the underside of her stomach as he did, his warm breath blowing on the fur around her fem hood. The moment passed when one of the yet to be born pups kicked, managing to hit him on the head. It was not enough to hurt, but did catch him off guard and made him pull back slightly.

"I think they've had enough of you doing that," she giggled out, "and to be honest so have I." She pushed off his shoulders to stand up. She moved away, stepping around him and toward the couch. She bent herself over the arm rest, raising her tail high as she looked back at him.

The canine let out a growl of excitement and licked his lips at the sight. He reached down to undo his jeans and boxers, pulling them down and stepping out. His shaft stood proud and hard, the pink tip glistening with a bit of pre and knot resting against the sheath. He moved behind her, stroking her tail with one paw as the other gripped her hip. The male length started to move toward her nether lips with a small feminine paw reached back and grabbed his length.

"Wait," the maternal mustelid said softly with a bit or regret, "as much as I want to, not there. It's supposed to be safe to have sex still, but I don't feel like taking it there and risking the little pups. So you're going to have to aim that thing higher." She smiled and gave him a wink as she stroked his length, pulling it up some to pressing against the crack of her rump.

The masculine mutt shifted his grip, holding onto her hip tighter as he continued stroking the thick muscled tail. His body shifted as his hips rocked, stroking the length along the length of the crack before pressing the tip against the pucker. He closes his eyes and pushes forward. A growl of pleasure escapes his throat as he start pressing against the backside, pushing against it and starting to make the ring spread open around the cock head.

Marina tried to keep from tensing as she felt her backside penetrated and starting to stretch around the member. Her eyes fell close as her mouth fell open. Her small claws dug into the couch, cutting furrows into the fabric as she felt pleasure starting to build up. Her body pushed back, working to take more of the length into her backside. Warm fluid started to escape her sex, pouring against the crotch and wetting the inside of her thighs.

Desert's paws stroked up her body, tracing over the swell of her stomach then reached up to grab her breasts. He stroked the mounds and gave a small squeeze, a bit of milk leaking from the nipples and onto his paws. He gripped her firmly as he continued to push forward, sinking his way deeper into her. He murred against the back of her neck as he sank in until the top of the knot pressed against the crack of her cheeks.

The pregnant otter moaned out in pleasure as her backside was filled and stretched. She arched her back, pressing against the canine hips more as the breasts pressed to the paws. Warm wet milk leaked from the mounds, flowing over the paws and either onto her stomach or the armrest of the couch. The tail rubbed against the chest and stomach as the walls pressed against the shaft to squeeze it. There was a small dripping sound as the fem fluid fell from her body to the floor below.

The male canine nipped on the small round ear, growling against it some. He massaged the breasts in his grip, stroking the wet pads over the hard and leaking nipples. He stroked his hips along her rump, shifting the length in her backside as the knot was grinding against the ring. Slowly he started to pull back, the canine chest rubbing along the mustelid back. The shaft tugged at the walls of the backside, pulling some as the length slid out toward the tip.

The swollen female let out a moan of pleasure and disappointment as she felt the warm hardness slipping out of her. She squeezed at the shaft, trying to keep it in her as best she could. Her head turned to look back as she shifted, trying to hold on just a little longer.

The mutt kissed her on the mouth, slipping his tongue into her mouth and murring in pleasure. Soon as he was out to the tip, he pushed forward again. A growl went from his muzzle to hers as he sank back in, pressing into the tight warm little tail hole again. The dull claws dug into the soft mounds, dimpling the flesh without risk of piercing them. Paw pads continued to stroke over the nipples as the shaft sank in to the knot again.

Marina moaned into the kiss again, shifting as she felt the length sink back in. Her body started to react to the pleasure of her body and the male body pressing against her. She squeezed her rear, pressing around the knot and grinding with a moan. This time she moved forward as he pulled back, helping him slide out to the tip, then pushed back as he moved to take it to the knot again.

Desert's tongue slipped into her muzzle, playing against hers. He gripped her tighter, arms against the chest and curved around the stomach to hold her tight. He growled more as he started to speed up his movements. He slid back, stroking along her back with his chest as he pulled out to the tip. He would then thrust forward, sinking into her to the knot, grinding it along the squeezing cheeks before pulling back again.

"Oh, yes," she moaned out as she broke the kiss, "I had no idea I needed this so much. Fuck me Desert. Fuck my ass and fill me with your cum. I want to feel a male cum deep inside me." She reached up, grabbing the back of his head and stroking as the other gripped the couch, continuing you support her. Her hips continued to rock, pushing back and grinding against him. The otter's thighs were soaked as the vaginal juices poured along them before soaking in a puddle on the living room carpet.

The canine shifted as he sped up more, giving the tight backside fast hard strokes with his length as he slid out to the tip and thrust in again. One of his paws slid down, stroking over her stomach and slipping between her thighs. He pressed against the wet nether lips, pressing and rubbing on her clit.

The otter moaned out more as she continued to pump and grind. Her hips rocked more as she would grind down against the paw on her drenched sex then push back to squeeze the shaft and knot against her before pulling forward and back again. She felt so much better, and was enjoying this so much. She felt so close to something she had not felt in a long time.

The male mutt thrusts forward one more time, sinking in to the top of the knot, and stopped. He held her tight as the knot inflated against her cheeks, spreading them apart and pressing against the ring more. The canine chest rumbled with the deep snarl of feral pleasure. The length twitched wildly as it pumped the thick warm fluid deep into the tight warm bowels.

Marina screamed out in pleasure as she felt the hot liquid flooding her body, setting off her own orgasm. She clamped down on the shaft, holding it in place and grinding against the massive swell. Milk ran from her nipples, coating one paw as the other dripped onto her stomach and the couch. The fem cum rained from her sex, pouring all over the hand, her thighs and making an even larger wet spot on the carpeted floor beneath them.

Desert continued to rock and grind a long moment as the orgasm slowed and eventually subsided. He panted as he came off of the pleasure, holding her a moment. He licked at her neck and shoulder, letting out a long panting murr of pleasure.

"Thank you," she said with a churr as she pushed back still, "That was wonderful. I had no idea I needed that so badly. I...I have to go." She pushed up to stand, pushing against him more then pulling away. Her body let the shaft go reluctantly, a bit of her upset over letting it go. She turned and kissed him on the mouth.

"It's getting late," she continued, "I have to go for when my husband comes home. I'm sorry." She moved away more, trying to get her bathing suit off the floor.

"I understand," the male said gently, "Here. Let me help you out." He reached down, gripping the bottom of the bikini and holding it. He shifted to support her weight as he helped her step into them. His paws stroked along her thighs and over her rump as he pulled them up onto her.

"Thank you," Marina said with a smile as she pulled her top back on, "I really appreciate and am glad you helped." She gave him another kiss. "I know we shouldn't but maybe we can do it again some time." She gave his sheath one last stroke, feeling the knot. A part of her trembled at the thought of trying to take it.

The two walked to the back door then out to the edge of the pool. Marina moved in and swam across. She submerged herself fully, washing the scent of the male off and covering it with the chlorine. It also helped to wash off some of the escaping fluid. She then climbed out the other side, shifting as she still felt most of the thick warm male juice sloshing in her guts some. She waved one more time at the nude canine before stepping walking out of the gate and heading back to her own house next time.

Desert moved, watching her and seeing which house was hers. He smiled slightly as he watched her go in, then turned and went back to his own house. It seemed he was going to like this neighborhood quite a bit.