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Everything was blurry. There were hallways, and white lights. Rows of squares - windows? The ground seemed far away, falling into endless rectangles, speckled with dust. Where am I? She tried to sit up but nothing worked right. Her arm was held in place. She pulled and pulled, but there was a strap in dark black. I've been kidnapped!

Cathy struggled harder now, trying to remember something - anything. Where had she been? Where was she now? Was she in danger? Why am I wearing a fur coat?

The ceiling was rectangles too. Rectangles everywhere. What place was like this? All white and yellow and blue? Cathy turned her head, her eyes starting to focus. An I.V. drip, like on General Hospital. No wait, this _was_a hospital!

"Help!" she gasped, but only a strangled gurgling sound came out of her mouth.

My mouth! Something was definitely wrong - my jaw felt disconnected, like it had been broken wide apart. Was there an accident? Why can't I remember anything? What happened?

A woman dressed in white appeared, pointing at Cathy and saying something in what sounded like muffled gibberish. Muffled...but loud. Why is the nurse screaming? "Help!" Cathy cried again, to gurgling once again.

Cathy wanted to cry, but she couldn't even do that. Her eyes didn't work, her mouth didn't work, her ears didn't work, and she couldn't move. At least she could breathe.

Gasp.

Wheeze.

Pant.

"She's hyperventilating!" the nurse shouted, and this time Cathy understood.

Twenty minutes later, after the nurse had managed to calm her down enough, Cathy sat across from another woman in white, this time a doctor. Cathy had a lot of questions, and the nurse had only been vaguely informative. She knew now why her experience waking up had been so alien, but nothing about what had happened or what would happen. Cathy stared at the doctor, her stomach churning as she waited for bad news.

"You've been in a car accident," Dr. Asburn explained, sitting beside the bed, her legs crossed in a way that directly disrupted the tiled ceiling, floor, and walls. She wore a white lab coat with a yellow shirt underneath, though Cathy was learning not to trust her sense of color.

The doctor continued, "You were on your way back to college, driving alone, so no one else was hurt, but you were touch and go there, for a while. We couldn't save you - without this experimental treatment."

Save "me"? Cathy struggled to open her mouth and say those same words, but all that came out was "Shhhwee?"

"Speaking with that voice box will take some time to master," Asburn explained, her head dipping and eyebrows wrinkling her brow. "Speak slowly and calmly - that will help."

"Sssaaave...mee?" Cathy mumbled, glancing down where she sat on the hospital bed. "Thisss inn't me."

Dr. Asburn held her tongue for a moment, regarding Cathy as well. What they saw was a dog, a black-and-white Border Collie sitting in a hospital bed, ears flat as she tried to speak. Cathy didn't recognize herself at all. She felt like she'd been taken from the wreck and trapped in a forty-pound, furry prison. She could barely form words, couldn't see color, and her 'arms' ended in useless paws.

Finally, the doctor said, "This is still you, Cathy Earnheist. We have staff that will help as you learn to adjust to your new surrogate body. You've already met Nurse Fartham; she will explain how the hospital, and particularly Ward 16, works. There will be changes in your life, certainly, but we expect your quality of life to be far better like this than paralyzed in the medical ward."

Cathy growled, then stopped herself. The agony of her crash was reflected on her face now, as her reaction came not from her brain, but her body. Every time she felt her newfound tail move, she shuddered. _This isn't me!_Taking a deep breath, the young woman said, "Whaii din't yoo assssk me?"

"You were dying, Cathy, and unconscious. This was the only thing we could do. You were lucky, honestly, that we even had a canine surrogate prepped at the time."

"Luckee..."

Dr. Asburn sighed. "You've had quite a shock, I'm sure. Give this change time, and perhaps you'll change your mind. We've informed your parents of your recovery, and they should be this weekend to visit. Once our testing here is complete, you will be able to return home. And please, Cathy, keep in mind...this technology is still growing. We hope to be using brain-dead human surrogates by the end of five years, and we will want to test the process on the first wave of patients in canine surrogates. There is still hope."

Five years...

Cathy heard nothing the doctor said after that, though she tried to pay attention when Nurse Fartham, who introduced herself as Julie, explained the ground rules. There were other patients trapped in canine surrogates on this ward, most of whom were on the open floor. Cathy would have her own room for the next few days until she 'adjusted'. As if her life weren't bad enough, Julie explained that the canine bodies still only needed the nutrients in dog food, and that each morning and evening, a special kibble would be provided along with water.

Taking hospital food to a whole new level.

Julie walked to a four-wheeled cart she'd brought with her, grabbing a couple of pills. She explained, "This one is very important, Cathy. It suppresses your body's immune system response to your transplanted brain. I know it is a big pill, and you have to swallow it, but you really need it."

Having the nurse hold her mouth open and drop the pill down her throat was perhaps the most humiliating experience Cathy had ever endured at the hospital. She tried to listen or care about the other pills that were forced down her throat - one was a vitamin with nutrients to help her human brain function in its compressed cavity, another...

Cathy lost interest.

"And this one," the nurse said, opening a little plastic bottle. "Oh, hmm." She pulled out the drawer and rifled through it. "I'll have to get more from the pharmacy. I'll bring it tonight."

Cathy just shrugged.

There was a call button she could press, conveniently placed on the floor, if she needed any help after hours. Cathy just shrugged. She didn't want what little help the nurse could give her. She didn't want to join the other prisoners in their afternoon activities. As soon as she could Cathy shooed Nurse Fartham away, and tried desperately to sleep in the awkward hospital bed. She couldn't sleep on her back, and her front was awkward. Cathy settled onto her side, resting her head on the pillow.

That night, dog food and water were put into her room, but Cathy didn't get up.

She didn't cry. She couldn't.

Her new eyes produce no tears.

* * * * *

When Cathy woke, her room was oddly bright, and it took her a few moments to realize that the moonlight, however thin through the slatted window, was more than enough for her new, canine eyes to see. The walls were a dull blue, but she knew they were white, and she suspected that the painting on the wall showed a red, and not a grey apple.

She felt ill, and dull, and wanted to sleep, but for once, a familiar urge kept Cathy awake. Her bladder was full, even though she'd not drunk the water. She tried to ignore it, but finally, inevitably, she had to get up. Gritting her sharp teeth, the young Border Collie straightened her legs, standing shakily on all fours, and hopped down from the bed.

Even with such little experience, landing was easy. Her paws felt like standing on chopsticks, but with four of them to support her mere forty pounds, she could hardly fail. Sighing, Cathy went to the door, which had been modified. Thankfully, there wasn't a doggy door. Instead, the hospital had installed smooth, swinging doors, and Cathy barely had to push to send the door flying.

The hallways of Ward 16 were lit, but they didn't need to be. Cathy tried to pad softly through the hall, lifting her claws so that they didn't clink on the tile floor. The last thing she wanted was for some nurse or technician, or - God forbid - another 'patient' to hear her. She didn't think she'd be able to pretend to be all right again.

The bathroom was easy enough to find, and she pushed her way into the door marked by the little woman in the dress. For a moment, Cathy wished she were that blocky blob of a woman, rather than what she was. How cruel to mark the bathrooms with human symbols...though now that she thought about it, entering a canine lavatory would be even worse.

The bathroom was immaculately clean, and had three stalls with bright, gleaming toilets. Cathy had a little trouble pulling the doors open, finally managing to tuck a paw under the door. Then she realized the problem.

How could she use a toilet? There was no way_she'd be able to perch on top of the toilet seat, at least not yet. Cathy tried everything - backing up to the rim, pushing her whole rump up onto the seat, climbing up front first - but all she managed to achieve was a bruise on her leg when she fell off with a loud_clank. Even when she could manage to get herself in a plausible position, she couldn't get her body to work right. Cathy had never walked a dog before - how did they pee?

By now she really_had to go, and just as she was about to climb into the toilet itself and damn the consequences, she heard _click, clack, click at the door. Cathy groaned - someone had heard her struggling. Her ears went flat all of their own accord, and timidly, she stepped out of the stall to see who it was.

A beautiful white, Alaskan husky stood in front of her. She was covered in fluffy white fur, seemed immaculately groomed, and had her tail curled neatly up against her rump. Obviously another patient, even before she spoke. Cathy had to calm herself, knowing that otherwise her voice would croak and fail. "H-hello," she stammered to the newcomer. Realizing she needed help, Cathy added, "I don' know howww to wuck da tolless. Can you hep me?"

"Oh, wow, you must be new here," the husky said, cocking her head. Only...her voice box wasn't set up the same as Cathy's. While she had a somewhat high-pitched voice, the husky's was low, gruff. Cathy blinked, suddenly realizing that this husky wasn't beautiful; he was handsome.

Cathy's face when beet red, except that you couldn't see it beneath her fur. Still, she couldn't help but tuck her tail between her legs and flatten her ears even further. "I mssry. I din't no thd...I mmn dadd..."

"Calm down, or your voice won't work," he explained, sniffing. "I _knew_I hadn't seen you around here. Though you aren't the only Border Collie."

Cathy looked away. "Mm nod a Brdor Collee."

He cocked his head, realizing what Cathy was saying. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm Pete."

Cathy took a deep breath, trying to calm down and speak slowly and clearly. Clearing her throat, she said, "Mmy namee iss Kithy."

"Cathy?"

She nodded, embarrassed.

Pete smiled, which looked quite...unpleasant. His rows of sharp teeth were clearly visible, and at first, Cathy wanted to cower away from the bigger husky. He said, "Nice to meet you. You been here long?"

Cathy was in no mood for small talk. As embarrassing as this was, she had business to attend to. "Please, I...needd a bthroom."

"Oh, right," he said. "Yeah, I heard you clanging around in here. Um...number one or number two?"

Her words stuck in her mouth. She knew nothing about Pete - he could be a trucker, or a football player or a gang member for all she could tell, and here she was talking to him about the simplest, most basic thing. Mumbling, she said, "Nmbr one."

"You're in the wrong bathroom," he explained. "Come, follow me."

Cathy slunk after the husky as he turned to leave the women's bathroom, annoyed that he'd ordered her to 'come'. She knew he didn't mean it like that, but anything that reminded her of who she now was rankled in her mind. She padded lightly behind, listening as he talked.

"They set up a canine bathroom near the open floor, which is a couple hallways down, but I know a good trick if all you need to do is pee." He pushed the door open with his head, not slowing one bit, and his accent was nearly perfect. Cathy doubted she'd ever take to her 'new body' as well. She could barely follow in a straight line behind the white rump in front of her. She blinked as she realized what, exactly, she was looking at. Pete's tail was curled neatly onto his back, of course, and now Cathy could see exactly what she couldn't have seen before: Pete had round, white balls, plainly visible beneath his tail. Cathy's eyes wandered lower, and saw that the husky's white sheath had a little bit of shiny grey showing (though she knew it was probably red). Quickly, she looked away, her heart racing, wondering what had possessed her to do such a thing.

"You only need the men's bathroom," he explained, pointing down the hallway to the door to the men's bathroom. Cathy ruefully followed, her eyes anywhere but on Pete. He glanced over his shoulder and said, "How old are you, Cathy?"

"Nynteen," she said. "Was goeen to Weesconsin Stit."

"Wow - I was at Wisconsin State when the accident happened," he said, tail wagging.

Cathy didn't want to hear about accidents. "Whit waz yur major?"

"Huh? Oh, um..." he said, pausing. He stopped in the middle of the hallway so that she almost ran nose first into his hindquarters. "I want to be in public policy... You?"

She wasn't trying to start a conversation. In fact, she really needed to pee, but since he was helping her out, she decided to try to be polite, even though she was crossing her hind legs behind her. "Feezicle terapy," she said. "But I gess nod enymore."

"Why not?"

She glared at him. Could he really be that dense. "Look ad mee."

He blinked. "Yeah, so? I don't see anything that will stop you from helping other people."

"I'm a dog," she said with surprising clarity. "Cunt go to skool."

"Cathy..." Pete replied, looking down. "You don't have to let this accident hold you back. You can overcome it."

Cathy took a step back, the fur on the back of her neck bristling. "Whad do yoo kno bowd it? I don' see yoo runneen for office..."

She immediately regretted her words. Pete's tail drooped, and his ears, consistently up, finally fell flat. He refused to look at her, glancing at the wall. Her heart was racing, and she stammered, "No, Peed, I din' menn dadd. I -"

She trailed off, and there was an awkward silence, until the white husky finally replied, his voice clear and calm. "I'm not the first brother to wind up in the hospital, Cathy. My older brother, Jeremy, got a scholarship for basketball when he...lost both legs."

Cathy felt like she'd swallowed her voice box, but managed to mutter, "Mm sorree."

"Don't be," he said, looking her straight in the eyes. "He didn't let it stop him - he practiced every day in his wheelchair, and now he plays for Galatasaray S.K. in Turkey. He's not a starter, but he's good. He's damn good. He's going to the Paralympics in 2020."

She didn't know what to say. Maybe Jeremy could do it - maybe Pete could, too, but she just didn't have it in her. She wanted to lay down and cry, but she knew she couldn't. Instead, she pushed her way past Pete and padded toward the bathroom, saying, "I reely godda go."

She felt him following behind her, but she didn't look back. When she finally reached the men's bathroom, she pushed it open with her head, just like she'd seen him do. The bathroom was a clone to the women's, except that the third stall was replaced by three adjacent urinals - the kind that went all the way to the floor.

Pete followed her in and strode over to one of the urinals. "Now...I can lift a leg, but you should be able to crouch next to it. Give it a try."

Cathy looked at the porcelain, only a half-foot out from the wall. She tried to press her Border Collie body up against the wall, with her legs kneeling, but she ended up toppling over backwards. If Pete hadn't rushed in behind her, she would have gone thwack on the tile floor. She lay helpless on the floor, looking up at him, whimpering.

He couldn't help but chuckle, looking down at her. "No, no, you've gotta back into it."

Cathy groaned, wondering why she hadn't thought of that. She started to spin onto her front when she caught the husky's eyes. He wasn't looking at her - he was looking lower. Between her legs. "Pete..." she said, rolling over.

"Uh, yeah? What is it?" he replied, glancing over at her. He didn't seem guilty, like he'd been caught. She wasn't imagining it, was she? Maybe he was just staring off in the distance and didn't realize where his eyes were pointed. Cathy rolled to her belly.

"Alright, give it another try," he said.

Cathy backed up until her tail crunched up against the urinal, and then crouched, but she couldn't tell if she was in the right place. She glanced down her fluffy, white belly, but her long fur obscured the porcelain base. God, she needed to pee, but she could hold it in just a little longer if it meant she could avoid making a mess all over the floor in front of Pete. Embarrassed, she asked, "Mm I gud?"

The husky blinked, then stepped forward, lowering his head to get a better look of her crouched legs. His head was only inches from Cathy's butt, which made the Border Collie blush, but at least her long fur helped conceal her there, too.

"Scoot a little further back," he said.

Biting her lip, Cathy wiggled backward.

"There you go!" Pete announced.

As soon as she got the word, she didn't know what came over her. She'd been needed to pee for so long, and she just...couldn't...wait. Without even waiting for the Alaskan Husky to pull his head back, she relaxed her muscles and let loose. The bright, gentle _tinkle_as her urine dribbled onto the porcelain was unmistakable. Cathy closed her eyes, ashamed. At least Pete didn't say anything, or she didn't know what she'd do.

When she was done, she felt better physically, but she knew she'd have to open her eyes and confront a confused Pete eventually. She really liked this guy, he used to go to the same college, he seemed nice, and helpful, and so...optimistic- and she'd just _peed_in front of him. She decided to pass it off as a kind of joke, opening her eyes and saying, "Whin you godda go..."

She didn't finish the saying, because when she opened her eyes, she saw that Pete hadn't ever backed away. In fact, the husky was still crouched beside her rump, sniffing. Cathy did a double-take. He was smelling_her _pee?

He noticed her, then, and backed up quickly, stammering, "Uh...um...gudd job?" That was the first time she'd noticed any issues with Pete's voice box.

Slowly, Cathy stood up, eyeing him oddly. "Um...d-dank yoo fur yor hepp."

"Y-you're welcome."

Cathy stepped forward, glancing back at the urinal. Sure enough, she'd hit her target - now she just had to flush. The metal bar to depress was up high. "How -?"

Pete said, "You just reach up. Put a paw on the wall." By way of demonstration, the husky balanced on his hind paws, one paw on the wall, and placed his other paw on the handle - of the adjacent urinal. Cathy couldn't help but notice as the white husky stretched out that his grey tip was poking even further out now - either because of his shift in position, or because he was aroused...

Cathy realized that what she lacked in sight was made up for in scent. She wasn't used to sniffing_for information, but now she did, and the smells were _everywhere. The strongest was her own pee, but each of the dogs had their own unique scent. Cathy herself smelled a little acrid, or sweaty, while Pete had clearly had a bath recently, because he smelled of the strongest lilacs ever. But his natural odor was starting to cut through, and the musky flavor seemed to stick in her nose. She had to shake her head and stop smelling.

"Danks," she said again, as Pete dropped back to all fours. Cathy tried the same thing, reaching up to push off the wall with one paw and stabilize herself, while reaching up to the metal bar. It was hard, and she almost fell, but Pete was there to block her fall. She set her feet wider apart, tested her stability, and then reached again, and this time, she pulled the handle down to the satisfying sound of rushing water. "I did it!" she announced, looking down at Pete.

His head was under her tail.

Under...her...tail.

There was no mistaking it this time. The white husky had his snout just inches from her rump, and she could feel his hot breath washing over her as he sniffed. She tried to tuck her tail between her legs, but his head was in the way, and she ended up giving him a funny, fluffy hat. Cathy's heart was pounding as she looked back, so shocked that she didn't know how to get back down to all fours. She tried to say, "Pete!" but her voice box was useless - all that came out was...

Whimper.

"God, that scent..." Pete said, sniffing again. "I've never smelled anything like that before..." He took a lick.

Cathy felt his warm tongue suddenly engulf her canine spade, and yelped. This wasn't funny anymore, or cute. Pete was _licking_her! She dropped to all fours, looking over her shoulder at him, and said, "Pete...stop!" but all that came out was a high-pitched whine.

Thankfully, he _did_stop. He met her eyes, saw her flattened ears and her trembling legs, and said, "I'm...sorree. I just...smells so nize. Kin I lick you agin?"

"No!" she gasped, but her voice box just yipped. He must have taken yip_for _yes, because he went immediately back to her pussy, sniffing and licking again.

Cathy shuddered at his warm, wet touch, her tail suddenly hiking up and to the left. She tried to put it back, but it wouldn't go. Her new posture only encouraged Pete, who slathered his tongue against her swollen spade. Her tail and whimpers said 'yes', but Cathy meant no. Gasping, she shook her head back and forth in the only way that her body would let her communicate to him, but his head was tucked under her tail. He couldn't see it.

Cathy trembled in place underneath Pete's large, agile tongue. How could this have happened? She'd had a boyfriend in high school, but they'd never gone past second base. Now, this man she'd just met was eating her out, and he didn't even know she didn't want it! At least, she thought she didn't want it. As the husky _slipped_his tongue between her virgin folds, she couldn't deny that it felt strangely good. This time, her whimper wasn't a poorly translated phrase - it was just a moan.

Ears flat, she glanced back at Pete, the steady slurp, slurp the sharpest sound in the tile bathroom. His tongue curled and circled her tight passage, rubbing up inside of her until she couldn't help herself - she began to hump her hips up and down, shuddering. Would he be so bad to let him continue?

Gross! She shook her head, and cleared her nostrils of his masculine musk. This was a dog_she was talking about! Just because _she was a dog too didn't mean that she should be thinking like that about this husky she'd just met! Wait, what did it matter that they'd just met - he was a dog!"Pete, stop!" she gasped again, but all she heard was a squeal. God damned voicebox!

Finally, he pulled his tongue free with a loud squelch!"God, whud am I dooen?" he panted, licking his lips. When he looked at Cathy, all he saw was her hiked tail and bouncing, glistening spade - her flat ears and shaking head were just a blur to Pete. "I really wannu..."

Before she could say anything, Pete jumped up, laying his front paws around Cathy's hips. Whining, she tried to swivel away from him, but he held on, hopping with his back legs to stay lined up with her. Looking back, Cathy could see that his dick was sticking really far out, now, just a foot or two away from her saliva-coated mound.

He was sniffing again, his own body trembling when he said, "Y-yoo wand id, too? Thad smell..."

She got it now. She had never spent much time around animals, but she had a friend whose cat wasn't spayed. Every so often the cat would go into heat and scratch and roll around, and scent-mark everything. Dogs must also do that, and her canine surrogate body must be in heat. That must be why Pete couldn't control himself, why her tail was hiked, and why, when he asked if she wanted it, she didn't shake her head no. She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. "No!" she gasped, but it came out as another_yip!_

And that's why, when Pete wriggled forward and pressed his wet tip up against her quivering pussy, Cathy just spread her legs and clenched her eyes shut. Her brain was screaming at her to stop - that she knew nothing about Pete, she'd just met him, that her body was betraying her and she was in no emotional state to make a decision like this, but Pete couldn't know any of that.

"Oh, God," he groaned, and pushed up and into his Border Collie bitch, her wet, swollen folds parting easily for him. His curled tail wagged incessantly as he took Cathy's virginity, his fat, throbbing cock suddenly engulfed in her tight, warm pocket.

Cathy felt it too, tossing her head back to _whine_into the air. Hopefully no one was walking the halls, or they'd definitely come in to investigate! She'd never imagined her first time would be anything like this - how could she have? He seemed huge inside of her, stretching her out in every direction as he dug deeper between her legs. Helpless, she clenched down around his bare shaft, before realizing something she should have considered earlier.

If she was in heat, she was ovulating. Pete had just stuffed his unprotected cock deep into her fertile tunnel, and there was nothing to prevent those fat, white balls she'd seen earlier from dumping their load into her. Could she even get_pregnant? Would they just be puppies? What would her friends and family say!? Lifting her head, Cathy _whined, but how could she ever get the message across to him?

"Oh, wow," he shuddered, pushing in until he couldn't anymore. His belly fur nestled neatly up against her back, his white sheath pushed back to sink the entirety of his canine cock into his new friend. She was ten pounds or so lighter, which made for a tight fit, but Pete didn't mind. He lowered his head next to hers and _moaned_alongside her.

Cathy turned to face him, her eyes wide and staring, just inches from him. She couldn't speak, but she tried to open her mouth anyway to say "no", that she wasn't at all ready for any of this, much less getting pregnant! But when she opened her mouth, Pete mistook her motion and opened his as well, kissing her. As his tongue entwined with hers, the collie started to buck her hips, Pete's thick shaft starting to probe just the right place.

Every time she tried to tell him she wasn't ready, her body spoke much louder and much clearer. "Ohh, Cathy..." he groaned, circling his hips as she rocked around his cock. He kissed her again and squeezed on her hips, starting to hump faster into his shuddering bitch. "I can't believe we're doing this!"

Whining, Cathy clenched down around him, amazed that he seemed to be getting bigger!_Her ears picked up the sharp _squishing_sound of his spurting cock, though she knew he was just beginning. Was it already too late to stop him? She felt helpless, bouncing up and down beneath him, completely at the husky's whims, and worse, they were _her whims, too. As much as she told herself that he was a stranger, and that she could get pregnant, and that she was getting fucked by a dog, she didn't fight back. She just whimpered and whined and pushed back against him, pleasure coursing through the sensitive nerves inside of her. She felt his throbbing cock thumping up and down against something just inside her, and every _thrum_sent her into spasms of squirming, squealing joy. What was he _doing_to her? Desperate, she looked over her shoulder, curling all the way to the left with her flexible body to see first hand.

She saw now that his huge organ had_grown, in girth moreso than length. The base of his cock was swollen now into two bulbs, each stretching her straining lips into a lewd 'o' shape. Her bulging vulva was wrapped tight and wetly sealed around the oddly shaped cock, tying her to him - she doubted now if he could pull out if he _tried.

"No, not like this..." she whimpered, but again she only emitted a wordless mess.

"God, Cathy!" he wailed, his own voice box working fine. "I can't...hold on..."

Dr. Asburn had told Cathy that she was still herself, and not some stupid dog, but now Cathy knew better. It was her first day with the new body, and she was already watching herself get knocked up by the first male to come along. She kept her eyes locked between their legs, while Pete slammed forward, tossed his head back, and howled. She whimpered as the first, wet load launched from his clenching balls, rocketing down to splatter inside of her. She couldn't stop moaning, looking at his trembling balls, knowing exactly what Pete had in store for her.

Warm, bubbling cum flooded into her, rubbing and squeezing through her trembling pussy, and she couldn't take it anymore. She dropped her jaw and _howled_beside him, her body exploding into a mess of quivering humps and thrusts, squeezing hard around Pete's massive cock and milking it for all it was worth. He hammered her hard, tugging back and forth on their tight seal, all while _splurting_again and again, until she felt heavy and bloated. Tongue dangling uselessly from her panting mouth, Cathy hiked her tail and her rump, letting the ongoing flood spill down into her fertile womb.

They panted there together, whimpering and moaning, for what seemed like hours, but was only a minute or two. She was facing forward again now, chest heaving, when he said in her ear, "Wow, Cathy...I just...Thank you, that was incredible."

She shivered, the afterglow still infusing itself in her body. He was thanking_her? For what, letting him wet his dick? Did he realize that she hadn't wanted it, even though her body sure did? Did he think that sex was something men wanted, and women gave? Was he even thinking about the _consequences of what he'd just done, or were those consequences just for _her_to worry about? If she could speak, she'd give him a piece of her mind...

He was still knotted deep, twitching as he unloaded some more. "That - was my first time," he admitted slowly.

That stopped her. He was a virgin, too? In college? Suddenly his actions seemed less arrogant and callous, and more naiive, or inexperienced. He was just as lost as she was, trapped in some dog's body with a future that had become fucked beyond belief through no fault of his own. She hadn't done a great job communicating to him - how could he have known that she wasn't into it? Her tail had certainly said 'yes'. She couldn't sort through her feelings this fast - he'd raped her, hadn't he? But had he meant to? Did it matter? Well, one thing should have occurred to him, regardless.

Taking a deep breath, Cathy spoke as slowly as she could. "Mmm...inn heed."

"What?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Whud iff I ged pregnand?" she asked carefully.

He looked taken aback, glancing down at her. "Oh...oh, you don' hab to worry aboud thad," he said quickly. The most important part out of the way, he slowed down and said, "The food they've been feeding you stops that."

Cathy gulped. "Bud I din' ead dinner..."

"It's all they feed to the surrogates, and lasts a day, maybe two. I...thought you knew, sorry," he explained.

Cathy breathed a sigh of relief. She still had to decide how she felt about what he'd done to her, but at least she didn't have to worry about the long term consequences. Softly, she admitted, "Id wus my firs time, too."

"Really?" Pete asked. "I - I hope...I did okay."

"Um," she said, not sure how to explain. He didn't realize at all. How could she blame him? If she couldn't blame him, who did that leave? Herself? He was so endearing, she couldn't lay that kind of guilt on him. She said, "Id...feld gud."

Smiling, the husky licked the side her face and said, "I'm glad."

"N-now, kin you...ged off?" she asked, trying to be as polite as she could.

"Oh, sure! Sorry," he said, pushing off backward. But he didn't get off. She felt a sharp tug on her spade, and realized that he wasn't going _anywhere_just yet. "Uh, I...I can't..." he said, trying to look down to see what was the hold up.

"Yur stuck," she explained. "Musd be a dog thing."

"Oh."

He lay mounted on her back, in silence, panting from the recent exertion. The awkward silence was too much for him, and Pete said, "Let me be the first to welcome you to Ward 16..."

"Um...thenks."

"Cathy?"

"Yes?"

"It was really nice to meet you," Pete said in a hushed tone.

"You don' hab to say ennething, Peed. Id's okay."

Pete looked away, his ears drooping, but at least he was quiet. It was almost ten minutes of the most intimate embrace of her life before Cathy thought it would be worth a try. "Go ahead," she said.

Grunting, the husky pulled back, and this time, his knot had shrunk enough. With a wet _plop!_he tugged free, a thin line of semen still bridging the gap from the point of her spade to his tip. He hopped off of her, leaving her to shudder in place as ropes of sticky cum began to spill out of her and down her thighs.

"Oh wow," he said, looking under her tail at the goopy mess. "Should I help you clean up?"

"No. I'll do id. You kin go."

"But I -"

Cathy shook her head. "Jusd go."

Ears flat, Pete padded toward the door. He looked back at her and said, "I-I'll see you tomorrow?"

Cathy wasn't sure about that, but she did give him a short nod. She felt bad about it, as she watched him leave, tail drooping, but she wasn't ready to think about this yet, and was just grateful to finally see him go. Now...how was she going to clean herself off? She curled up to look at her soaked spade, and there was plenty more cum still leaking out. The urinals weren't going to do the trick, and the sinks were way too high to be useful.

She went into one of the stalls, and with a little work, managed to bite off some toilet paper, pad it down against her vulva, and plop it in the toilet. She still wasn't done after fifteen sheets, but at least most of the external mess had been cleaned up. She balanced a paw on the toilet seat and flushed.

Her legs wobbled as she walked back to her room, sore from bucking up and down. She knew she'd have to decide how to feel about this sooner or later, but right now, she was exhausted. She leapt unceremoniously onto her bed, curled up, and quickly felt sleep taking her.

She may have been stuck on Ward 16 when she finally drifted off, but in her dreams, she was at home.