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I rang the doorbell, hoping this wasn't just another trick. I'd put on my best blouse, spent hours on my hair to get the right volume to hide my ears, and even combed my fur until it looked like a tan ocean lapping at a black sand beach. Considering I was already a senior, I might never get another chance like this until college!

Anders answered the door, and my heart started up again. He had on a nice dress shirt, jeans, and a smile. I almost melted right there. I wasn't used to a cute boy smiling at me. No one had ever taken an interest...that way.

You see, I'm a bit of an oddity. Oh sure, there were plenty of strange faces at our small school, but since we were a little Midwest town with only 100 people per grade, most of the students all looked the same. Blonde hair, blue eyes, lots of Johanssons and Anderssons...oh, and two legs. With my black hair and brown eyes, I really stood out. Not to mention the lower half of my body was all canine.

I was one of the few anthros in school, and as if that didn't make me weird enough, I was one of just ten taurs in the whole school district. Of the seniors, I was the odd one out, with two strapping, male centaurs, and me. But while they were strong, big, and widely admired for their athletic abilities, I just didn't come across in the same way. My lower half looked like a large, lengthy German Shepherd, and if you think finding clothes to match was difficult with one_color of hair, imagine matching _three. My fur faded from black, to a golden tan, to almost pure white.

Not that I tended to wear too many clothes. Generally I just picked out a blouse and some hair clips, though I'd been known to wear a dress designed to drape along my lower half occasionally. For this date, I'd chosen a blue blouse and a simple, white bra, designed so that the straps were hidden from view.

Why couldn't I have been a wolf? Wolves were admired and respected. Dogs...well, just weren't. The jokes had been neverending in middle school, though most people just ignored me throughout high school. Ida Lukacevic - worst name ever for a dogtaur. "Look-its-a-bitch" is pretty much the name my sister and I get every day. My parents named me Ida to fit in with the mostly Swedish names in town, but I still remember the first day some realized they could call me a "Seeing I-da(g)", especially since we're German Shepherds.

Now I'd been eighteen for a whole month, and this was my very first date. Anders' parents were out of town, so we'd have the whole place to ourselves. I could only hope things went well, because prom was coming up in just two months.

"Come in," Anders said, smiling.

I nodded, blushing, a took a few cautious steps into the house. I could hardly believe it. Last week I'd never have guessed it, but here I stood on my first date. I wonder why Anders asked me out now, of all times. Maybe...he liked me? I tried to still my wagging tail, unsuccessfully.

The monumental moment was spoiled by Anders' dog. Having heard someone at the door, the bushy-looking mutt came bounding over. He was a bit shorter than my lower body, with pointy ears, and he seemed more excited then ever when he saw me. He was sniffing and snuffling at my fur, and I had to reach down to push him away. I knew better than to let him near my rump.

"Spike!" the young man cried, which convinced the grey-furred animal to back off, ears flat.

"It's okay, really," I apologized. "I get this a lot."

"No, no, I'm sorry. I should have predicted; he's never this way with people."

I blinked, but he didn't even seem to notice what he'd said. He'd probably just not interacted enough with non-humans to know the right things to say. I shrugged it off. "It's okay."

"Hey, you want a drink? I thought maybe we'd watch a movie or something."

"Sure, that sounds great. What do you have?"

Anders lifted a hand and started counting off. "Beer, Mike's Hard Lime, uh..."

I kept looking, and he kept rattling off. He added, "Coke and rum..."

"Just a Coke, then," I interrupted. Maybe the centaurs could hold their liquor, but I was barely heavier than Anders, and he was on the football team (though he wasn't a starter). Plus I hated the taste of alcohol, another thing that made me stand out from my peers.

"Right...you don't mind if I drink, do you?"

I shook my head, and he walked into the kitchen saying, "The living room is in there," pointing to the swinging glass doors. Smiling, I walked in to find an old-style room with excessively ornate furniture, delicate lamps, and oak bookshelves. The modern had seeped in over time, though: along one wall was a simple case with rows of DVDs, and a comfy looking couch in front of a flat screen.

Spike was following me, and without his master around he was getting a bit nosy. I kept my tail down and glared at him, meeting his eyes and growling softly. He backed off, but not very far. Damned dog could probably smell I was in heat. Between me, my mom, and my little sister, you would not _believe_how many dogs come wandering by our house. They have literally no sense of decency. Thankfully, most everyone got their dogs spayed or neutered around here.

The old pictures on the walls didn't reassure me too much. Portraits of old family members, family trips, a sailboat; none of them showed any non-humans. The Johanssons had apparently stayed mostly isolated after the catalyst that had introduced so many new species to the Earth. Anders, at least, seemed like he was getting over the old prejudices. I could only guess how his parents would feel if they knew I was here.

"Here you go, Ida," Anders said, walking in through the side door. He tossed me the can, and I caught it. "So...what do you want to watch?"

"Do you have 'the Breakfast Club'?" I asked.

"Maybe. Why don't you just pick something out from the DVDs and bring it over." He walked over to the couch and sat down, popping his beer open with a loud chssss.

For a second I just stood there, looking at the back of his head, feeling a little dizzy. Things were going so well! I felt like a normal person, talking about normal things. Shivering, I wandered over to the DVD shelf, which was sitting on the ground. I knelt down to scan the titles, looking for something romantic. He didn't have 'the Breakfast Club', but he did have 'Dirty Dancing', 'Stardust', and 'Hitch'. I'd seen them all before, but wasn't sure which was the best choice for a date. The point became rather moot, though...

"Hey!" I gasped reflexively.

Without being noticed, Spike had crept up behind me, and before I knew anything was happening, he skipped right past 'dinner and a movie'! The scruffy mutt had jumped right onto my back. When I felt his paws wrapping around my hips, I yelped.

Anders glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening as his dog tried to violate me. "Spike!" he yelled, but this time the dog wasn't going anywhere. I could only blush furiously as the dog humped me. Honestly though, this wasn't the first time some confused, neutered mutt had had delusions of grandeur with my rump. Spike seemed really eager, like he honestly expected to breed me!

Aaaaand, that's when he found it. It must have taken only about seven seconds, but not only did the grey dog hop on, I suddenly felt something wet pressing against me. Beneath my tail.Now Spike was really pounding, and I had to jerk my hips around to try to stay one step ahead of him. I could barely reach the dog on my back, and certainly couldn't push him off of me, but I could turn over my shoulder just enough to see, on his next pull back...

His little red cock was sticking out! And not in the typical sort of accidental way. He was swollen and half-way out. I caught a glimpse of big grey orbs swinging below him, and I realized that Spike wasn't neutered. He wasn't playing at being a sire, he was actually drawn to me, to my heat, to my glistening little mound. While I was open-minded to losing my virginity on my first date, this was _not_how I envisioned it! Worse, if I didn't do something soon, the dog could actually knock me up.

While taurs always bred true with each other, the results of a cross with a human was complicated. Something about gene overlap, I think? Crossover? But in the hundred and seventeen years since the catalyst, there _had_been some cases where a taur would...ahem...breed with its animal. The outcome was predictably more animals.

"Anders, help!" I gasped, realizing what danger I was in. If he didn't stop his dog soon, I might end up with a batch of puppies!

"Spike, no!" Anders gasped. "Bad dog!"

That wasn't cutting it. Spike ignored him, dancing on my rump as he placed his feet and shuffled his paws, grunting as he tried to find my sweet spot again.

"That's _my_date, not yours!" he chuckled.

He was really going to just sit there on the couch. I was on my own. I narrowed my eyes and let my legs crumple beneath me. Spike came along for the ride, narrowly missing the mark as my dropping spade sank to the ground. Only when I had flopped rather embarrassingly onto my side did the dog let go of my hips, but that didn't stop the shorter dog from kneeling down and trying to mount me sideways. Now I had a _really_good view of his throbbing cock and large, obvious balls. How had I not noticed them earlier!

Only _now_did Anders reach Spike and grab the dog by the turquoise collar and pull him off of me. "No! Spike, no!" he yelled, and now Spike was suitably upset, his pointy ears going flat. Anders pushed the dog away, and he made no attempt to come back to me as I picked myself off the floor, my blouse crumpled and my hair in such a mess that my ears were out. I quickly laid them flat again, hiding them.

I had had German Shepherd ears since birth, of course, but I tried to make sure no one else could see them. My parents wore theirs proudly, but I'd always been ashamed of them. They weren't cool, they were just 'dumb dog girl', like when anthro canines let their tongue spill out. I'd been hiding them for so long they'd never grown firm, and my ears were even _more_childish, flopping over halfway up.

But honestly, ears were the _least_of my worries.

"Anders!" I gasped, slowly standing up, my hand still tightly clenched to "Hitch".

"Sorry, Ida," he said, which was a good start. But he rather ruined it with a little chuckle and, "But you have to admit that was pretty funny."

I chose anger over tears. I was _not_going to cry in front of Anders. He just didn't get the seriousness of what just happened - somehow. "No, it wasn't," I growled. "What the fuck, Anders, your dog almost _raped_me!"

"Oh, come on," the boy said. "He didn't know any better."

"It's because I'm in heat," I admitted. I never wanted to talk about how I was different from the girls at school, but it was a little important that Anders realize why_his dog was so horny around me, and not around his previous girlfriends. Also, he ought to know why I was _leaving. "Do you have any idea how close he came?"

Anders could see my anger pretty plainly now, and just said, "...No."

"It was close. I'm a virgin, Anders. And you know it doesn't take much. Mr. Andersson said as much." One of the three Mr. Andersson's at school taught sex education. He'd recently made it clear that "pulling out" was not a good method. Just a single thrust and you might get pregnant.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just -"

"I'm going home."

His eyes widened. "No, wait, don't," his hands waving in front of my face as I walked toward the door in a huff. "Don't let this spoil the mood, please..."

I knew I should leave, but I paused. I'd never had a boy begging me to stay before. "I think it's too late for that."

"Hold up, hold up," Anders stammered. "Look, I'll throw Spike outside. Forget about him. Tonight's about you and me."

I glanced over at the dog, who was still cowering in the corner. "Hard to forget almost getting preggers."

"What? No!" Anders said. He stalled for a second, then said, "Spike's neutered."

Cupping my hands into two orbs, I said, "I beg to differ."

"No, I mean his tubes are tied. Dad didn't like the idea of cutting off his dog's balls, and it turns out lots of vets are recommending it now. For health reasons."

Huh. I shook my head. "He was still going to..."

"No he wasn't. I wouldn't let him do that to you. You're...special to me, Ida. Please, don't go," Anders said, his eyebrows revealing as much about his mood as my ears usually did. He really wanted me to stay. My heart beat faster, and suddenly Spike didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.

Now, I had to admit that Anders hadn't put a lot of effort into stopping Spike, but I guess he knew better now. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Put him outside," I demanded.

Without hesitation, Anders grabbed his dog and shoved him out the front door into the yard. He didn't need to tie the dog up, since the yard had a nice wooden fence, the kind with the double curved slats that made it hard to see through. With Spike out of the picture, I turned back to Anders and said, "I guess we can try again," with a small smile.

"Great. I'll put the movie in," he said, grabbing "Hitch".

I followed him over to the couch, while he fiddled with the DVD-player.

The couch was just long enough for the two of us, since it was a three-person couch. I wanted to wait until he sat down though, so that I curl up against him, rather than leaning against the arm, which would put my big dog butt rubbing up against him, so I paused there until he managed to get the disc working. He didn't seem to be thinking as much about the seating arrangements - he just plopped down on the left side as if the world belonged to him. I couldn't help but envy that freedom. Every second of every day that I was in public I had to think about how I looked, how I was coming across, keeping my ears flat and my tail down, worrying about the way my lower half had visible rows of pink nipples that were too troublesome to hide...

My heart was pounding, and I was more worried now than I was when Spike had almost opened up my fortune cookie. But no, Anders cared about me. He'd invited me here even though the boys at school would tease him, he'd begged me to stay. He wanted me, and I wasn't about to turn him down. Shivering, I lifted a front foot onto the couch and started to climb up next to him.

"Woah, wait, no dogs on the couch!" he gasped, noticing me in the corner of his eye while he messed around with the remote.

I froze in place. What?

Anders looked a little embarrassed. "Sorry...old habit."

I chuckled nervously, and started to climb up again.

"But wait, really," he said, putting up a hand. "Let me get a blanket. My Dad'll get me if I get dog fur on the couch."

I had to wait there, wishing once again that I were anything but what I was. Sure, as a dogtaur I'd been called cute all my life, adorable, charming...but when it came time for romance, cute and adorable didn't outweigh the fact that I was literally a bitch. Anders grabbed a nearby comforter and laid it out carefully across the surface of the couch, taking extra care to make sure none of the surfaces could be dirtied by my shedding fur.

Just enjoy the movie, I told myself, trying to ignore how alien and alone I felt.

Now I could climb up, and I nudged up next to Anders. He wrapped his arm around me and pressed 'play'. "Hitch" wasn't my favorite movie, but he seemed to like it, and it wasn't completely unromantic. In fact, it wasn't long before Anders leaned over to kiss me.

The movie played on, but it was the last thing on my mind. My face flushed, and pressed against him, tilting my head to kiss him back. Suddenly there was nothing but Anders and the loud, solid thumping of my tail against the couch.

My first kiss... It was wet, and warm, and firm, but I didn't even mind for a second that he was basically sharing spit with me. I opened my mouth and our tongues wrapped around each other, noisy loud _slurps_and _smacks_overshadowing Will Smith. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe I was just pent up after years and years without a boy - it's not like I could really masturbate, I could barely reach my tail - but I was starting to get really _really_horny. I could feel the wetness between my legs. Would he? Would he want to? Did _I_want to?

I was starting to moan as we kissed, and he was too, leaning forward from where he was sitting to kiss me harder. Then I felt it, his hand teasing the underside of my blouse. I didn't stop him, even though he was skipping second base. One of the few advantages of being a taur was that the ladies tended to have pretty large, round breasts, and I was no exception. I arched my back and shivered as his hand slid up under my clothes, finally, blessedly reaching my bra.

"Oh, God, Ida..." Anders groaned, groping me. He started to lift my blue shirt and I lifted my arms to help him. My hair got ruffled, but I didn't care, leaving me with only one more article of clothing. Man, would I lose at strip poker!

He looked my barely covered breasts over, then lowered his mouth to my cleavage, running his hot tongue there. I whimpered, unable to hold back from my more animalistic side, as much as I wanted to ignore it. He didn't seem to mind, reaching blindly with both hands to find the clasp on my bra. He was really going to do it! I held onto his shoulders tightly, arching my back again as I waited for the moment when he'd finally see me completely naked.

"I...I can't..." he growled, messing with the clasps.

"You have to pull up and then out," I explained, but that didn't seem to help. He was going to break it. "No, here, let me do it."

He let go and I reached back with both hands and finally managed to release the straps. Not quite as romantic, but my bra popped off and landed on the floor, giving my blonde bombshell a nice view of my ample breasts.

"Oh, Ida..." he said, reaching forward. I let him grab my breasts and squeeze them, running his soft hands over the smooth skin. He circled my areolas while I shivered, but as good as it felt, I wanted to see him.

"Can...can I...?" I asked cutely, pointing at his belt.

Anders nodded wildly, and I reached down to start unbuttoning his shirt. It took too long, but I quivered at the small glimpses I got of his hard abs. He had to lift for the football team, and it definitely paid off! Finally, I removed the pesky clothes and drank his beautiful, muscular chest in. "God, you're hot..." I gasped.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, undoing his belt. My eyes were locked there, and I could hardly believe my luck. I never thought I'd get this far with a boy, and I didn't give a fuck that this was only the first date. I was more than a little desperate.

Anders peeled away his pants and underwear, and there it was, sticking out nearly five inches, firm and throbbing just for me. Kind of an ugly little thing, but I knew that going in. "Can...can I touch it?"

Anders blinked in surprise at the question and said, "Please."

I reached forward slowly, like it might bite me if I weren't careful. His skin was soft and spongy, moving easily around the harder shaft beneath. Very different from my cousin. I particularly liked the way he groaned and tensed up when I touched him, and I squeezed a little harder, sliding my fingers up and down.

"Nnngh..." he said, leaning back to push his cock a little closer. I rubbed him up and down, glancing at his blonde balls, though I didn't dare touch the wrinkly things. What if I hurt him? I was going to stick with what works. Except... "Hey...that's getting a little rough. Ida!"

"What should I do?" I asked quickly, ears perked up so that they peeked out of my hair, one flopping over.

"I've got some lube...or...you could use your mouth?" he asked hopefully. I could tell immediately what he'd prefer. I'd never done anything like that, but today was destined to be a day of 'firsts'. I nodded and climbed off the couch. I seemed perfectly designed to kneel on the ground between his knees where he sat. His dick pointed straight up at me and I panted, out of breath from sheer anticipation.

I descended, tongue first, opening my mouth to _slurp_up his tip. He was already dripping a little from the tip, and though it was gross, I kept going. Anything was worth it if I could leave Anders breathless. I didn't really know what I was doing, but it seemed like it was enough for him. I ran my tongue in circles around his tip, slicking him up before bobbing my head down, tongue flat to cup the underside of his cock.

"Ohhh...good girl..." he gasped. I wondered briefly if he had said that to _all_his girlfriends, or just to me. Whatever; now was not the time to worry about political correctness.

Then, his hands were on my head. He grabbed my ears and I had to pull back suddenly, sputtering. "Hey, those are_sensitive,_" I whined.

"Is this better?" he asked, wrapping his thumb and pointer finger around the firmer base of my ears. I wasn't sure I liked being a handhold for him, but it was better, so I nodded. He lowered me back to his crotch, and I didn't fight him on it.

Now as I bobbed up and down, he pushed down on my head and up with his hips. I could tell he was really_getting into it now, and I bit the bullet and as gently as possible, cupped his balls in my hand. They felt like a cross between a peach and a raisin, but he didn't seem to mind. I started to suck on him now, forming a seal with my lips that made a loud _smack sound each time he pulled me back. All in all, giving a blowjob wasn't the most glamorous of things, and it certainly wasn't doing much for my trembling, wet pussy, but it was nice to get so much positive feedback from a guy.

Perhaps...too positive.

"Grraaahh!" he gasped suddenly, and without warning, he slammed his hips up. The back of my throat was splattered with gunk. The small amounts he'd been leaking earlier were nothing compared to the musky cum that _splurted_into my mouth. I wasn't at all sure I wanted to swallow the weird tasting stuff - and so I didn't. Though he tried to hold my head down as he came, I pulled back, sputtering and coughing.

With his dick now firm and cold in the air, he shot a few big loads onto my chest before he collapsed back onto the couch, panting. I could feel the sticky stuff congealing to my chest and mouth, but wiping it away only helped a little and got my fingers messy. "Thanks, Ida..." he said, glancing over at "Hitch".

"You could've warned me," I said reproachfully, though I tried to put a humorous edge on it

"Sorry..."

I glanced up at him expectantly, but that's all he said. I waited a good fifteen seconds before I said, "Is it my turn, now? God, I'm so wet for you, Anders."

"You mean, you wanna...do it?" he asked, surprised. "I'll need a breather..."

God did I want to do it!"Maybe," I said. "But there's stuff you can do while I'm waiting."

He glanced at me. "Like what?"

In answer, I hopped back onto the couch, making sure to keep the blanket intact. I rolled over onto my back with my head resting against the armrest. Wriggling my hips, I spread my hind legs and spilled my fluffy tail over the edge of the couch, giving him a perfect view of my glistening spade, wet and swollen with heat. Above that, two rows of four nipples, and in the distant, my heaving breasts, still sloppy with his cum. I didn't bother cleaning up, as if to give him even more incentive to hold up his end of the bargain. He could masturbate whenever he wanted - I'd only cum once, on my cousin's vibrator. I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.

"You want me to..."

"Until you get hard again, your fingers will do," I said, thwumping my tail. He didn't look convinced, and so I said, "Do a good job and you'll get a reward..."

He gave me a wry smile, discarded his pants, and pulled his knees under him on the couch. He was definitely still soft, but it wouldn't be long...would it? I shivered, watching as his hands fell toward my big, puffy, spade. He hesitated like I did before touching me there, but finally he did, cupping the surface of my mound with his palm. He could feel immediately how wet I was.

"This is so weird," he said, pushing and prodding my y-shaped vulva. "It, like, sticks out."

"Don't worry, it works the same way," I explained.

"Really?" he asked, eyes fixed on the little shudders that made my pussy bounce around.

"Just stick a finger in, already," I whined.

He did as he was told, though it still took a few seconds before he figured out just what angle worked best. He slid his pointer finger in slowly, and I whimpered and squeezed down around him. "Wow, you're tight," he said, a little more enthusiastic.

I wanted to tell him that I could take another finger or two, but I didn't want to scare him off. Instead I suggested, "That's...that's good," panting. "You could rub my nipples..."

He took one glance at my rows of doggy teats and said, "I'd rather not."

"A-all right," I said, bucking my hips up against his finger. He wasn't really into it, and I could tell. He held his finger mostly stationary as I humped him, getting his finger very wet - luckily, that was more than I usually could get at home. I cupped my own breasts, on the underside where they were clean, and rode him out, moaning.

Now his hands may have been reluctant, but his dick wasn't. I watched as it sprang back into action. I knew I'd say yes to basically anything now, and hopefully once he had that thing buried inside of me, he'd get a little more enthusiastic. "Anders!" I yelped.

He pulled his finger free with a _squelch_and said, "Are you...do you want to fuck? I'll be gentle..."

He didn't realize that dogs don't have hymens. "God do I want to - but you don't have to be gentle. Just remember though, I'm in heat."

He paused, kneeling forward with his penis just inches from my fertile mound. I guess he took my comment as a request for a rough fuck, and I guess I kind of was. Not without a condom, though, little buddy!

"I gotchu. I'll make sure I pull out," he said, slamming forward.

"Wait -!" I yelped, but it was already too late. I watched as his cock, still slick with his juices and with a bead of pre pushed up and into my quivering vulva. Emotions and sensations roiled within me. His tip spread my squishy lips apart, bumping momentarily against my pelvic bone before finding the right opening. Before I knew it, he'd slipped all five inches of his bare cock into me. He probably had no idea, but my clit was just inside me, and as much as I was trembling in shock and fear, I couldn't hold back a moan when his dick rubbed up against it. My God, this was it - I was losing my virginity!

And it would have been so perfect if not for the missing condom. What was he _thinking?_He was in the same sex ed class as me, and I'd already mentioned how little it took to get pregnant. Pulling out was barely better than finishing inside! My protest didn't seem to bother him, though he was looking at me - to see if I kept it up? He just stayed there, kneeling between my legs with his arms holding my thighs apart. God knew it could already be too late, his sperm swimming around inside me now, and I seriously considered just letting him have me. I could worry about the consequences later! He felt so huge in me, spreading my virgin hole apart.

But I couldn't, even though I was instinctively bucking my hips up and down. I was in heat for God's sake! I didn't want to spoil the mood, but I had to stop him. "Anders, get out! You need a condom!"

"But I don't have_one..." he said, making no move to stop. In fact, he started to circle his hips, as if trying to convince me to drop it. _It almost worked, making me shudder beneath him.

Why hadn't I brought one? Stupid! Sure it was my first date, but I should have known it was my responsibility. Where would I even get condoms? Whimpering, I said what I had to, "Anders, no. Stop!"

"Oh, come on, Ida, it'll be fine. I did this with Bethany dozens of times and she didn't get pregnant," he said, humping me.

Had he misheard me?_My eyes flashed, and I knelt forward till I was closer to eye-level with the boy. "I said _STOP."

Now he got the message. Grimacing, he pulled himself out of me. "God, why do you have to be such a _bitch_about it?" I tried to ignore the racial slur, but it stung.

I could see that his slippery dick was still oozing pre-cum. Goddamnit. Not only might I get pregnant, but the date was in shambles. Why couldn't he have just listened when I said 'no'? Was this my fault? I had to try to salvage the date. "I'm sorry, Anders," I said, wondering why the hell _I_was apologizing. "But I don't feel comfortable without a condom."

"You know, Ida, beggars can't be choosers."

I bit my lip. Did he just ask me out because I thought I'd be desperate? I took a deep breath and tried again. "Look, why don't you just finger me off, and I'll give you another bj?"

"Fuck, no," he said. "I only suffered through that for a chance to fuck you. I don't want to touch or even _look_at your dog parts. Honestly I only offered to screw you because I felt sorry for you."

Okay no. Just no. I had to fight back the tears that this bastard didn't deserve. Growling, I spun around so that I was on my belly. "I should have known this was too good to be true. I'm not_some desperate _pity-fuck. You better fucking _hope_I don't get pregnant, or I'm taking you for all that you're worth, asshole."

With that, I leapt off the couch, my tail tucked between my legs. I grimaced, and held it outward, not willing to let him see me insecure. I grabbed my blouse and my purse, not bothering to put either on in my rush for the door. For once, my ears stood firm as I brushed against the arm of his couch on my way. Fuck him.

"You can't talk to me like that!" he said, though he made no effort to follow me. "I'm on the football team! God-damned mutt."

I kept my ears forward and tail aloft, grabbing the front door and slamming it behind me. Only after I walked halfway down his yard did I break down. Tears streamed down my face - I felt so used, like a piece of meat. I tried futile to wipe away his cum from my mouth and breasts. No, I can't let him see me like this.

Glancing back, I didn't see him in the windows, but I couldn't risk him checking on me. Whimpering, I bounded over behind the azalea bushes, crouching there out of sight of all the windows. I collapsed on the ground there and put my head in my hands, sobbing. He wasn't interested in me, he just wanted a replacement for Bethany, and I looked like an easy target. And I was, wasn't I? He just asked, and I'd come running, ready to go all the way with a boy I hardly knew anything about. He was right, I was a beggar.

Stop it! I screamed to myself. This is not my_fault, it's Anders'!_ I had every right to want a boyfriend, to want someone to make me happy and to make me feel good. He was using me, when I just wanted an honest, mutual relationship.

But did it really matter who's fault it was? I was never going to meet a guy who thought of me as a person. I was always going to be just a _dog_to them. I'd seen it in their eyes, even the anthros - even the canine anthros! Because I had four legs I was just an animal, and no one was going to bother seeing beyond that. Maybe I should have settled for Anders - if I'd just done what he wanted, he'd never have been so cruel to me. After a few dates, maybe he'd start to see me for what I really was?

My high-pitched whimpers quickly drew someone I wanted to see even less - Spike. The grey-furred mutt crouched and crept along the ground, ears flat, nudging closer and closer to me. "I - I'm okay..." I tried to reassure him, between sobs. He flipped over onto his back and nudged closer, licking at my hands. He looked almost more upset than I did.

"Spike, it's okay," I repeated, holding out my hands for him to lick, my tears temporarily stopping. "Though, I...uh...appreciate your concern." More than I'd ever gotten from the kids or teachers at my school. When I was in elementary school, one teacher had even asked my parents if she needed to put out newspapers for me. They had no idea how to treat me.

Spike hopped to his feet and ran around in a quick little circle, wagging his bushy tail. He bounced up to me again, head low, and I put out my hands. Spike pressed his head into my hands, and I massaged his soft fur, chuckling softly in spite of how I was feeling. The way his dopey tongue spilled sideways out of his mouth was just too cute.

I'd always avoided dogs. Nothing good could come from that. Kids would tease me, and parents would wonder what my intentions were. Most importantly, playing with a dog would just remind everyone that I wasn't human. So I spent hours every morning poofing up my hair, and kept my ears flat at all times, and wore clothing only on the top of me so I wouldn't draw attention to my body. I sat hunched together to make my taur body seem just a little bit smaller. I tried to see and avoid people walking dogs, dogs at friends' houses, dogs in the park, because I knew they would all humiliate me. I'd run home from a birthday party when the birthday girl's new puppy snuck up on me and sniffed my butt in front of everyone.

Maybe it was _people_I should have been avoiding.

I'd spent so many years dreaming my lower half would turn into two, furless legs - wouldn't life have been much simpler if my upper half turning into a dog? If I were just a dog, I'd fit in immediately. I could run around and play with the other dogs and no one would look twice. I wouldn't have to go to school and face the disapproving looks of my peers, I wouldn't have to explain to my parents why I never showed my ears. If I were a dog, people might treat me like they were better than me, but dogs would treat me as an equal.

As I patted Spike, his tail thumped_against the ground. _Wait a minute... People treat me like they're better than me now. And dogs treat me as equals _now._As if to prove my point, Spike took that exact moment in time to run in circles around me, then pause at my tail, sniffing. Spike didn't think he was better than me. As far as he knew, I was just another dog to play with. To him I wasn't an oddity. He didn't look at my dog-half with revulsion.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I raised my tail, letting him get a good sniff. I should be _embracing_my dog-side, not running from it. I felt his hot breath wash over my tailhole, but instead of shying away, I stood up. Let Anders think what he wants to think, I didn't need his approval. I had _Spikes_approval, and the dog was _ten times_the man that Anders was.

That's when I remembered that I was in heat.

Spike did exactly what I should have expected - he lowered his snout and gave my swollen pussy a wet, firm schlurp!

"Hey!" I gasped softly. I didn't want Anders to hear. I almost jumped forward, but then I'd be in view of the windows. Instead I stayed put, which just let the eager dog lick me again.

"Spike..." I groaned, but I didn't try to stop him. Why should I? Anders didn't even want to _look_at me, but Spike was happy to do what no boy ever had. My fortune cookie trembled, still sopping from my earlier arousal. I clenched my fingers so hard my knuckles turned white, and I gritted my teeth, shoving my tail off to the side for the next lick. Spike slathered my dripping pussy, the thick middle of his tongue starting to tease me between my lips.

Maybe...maybe I'd been looking for love in all the wrong places. I'd been searching only half my dating pool for a boyfriend - the half that hated me. Sure, maybe I'd find a good guy in a big city where people were more tolerant, but until then...why not? I spread my legs and arched my back as Spike ate me out, his tongue starting to dive into me, _slurping_up my insides. Maybe he'd _gulp_up all of Anders' seed and save me an embarrassing nine months?

"God, Spike..." I moaned through the back of my hand.

He wasn't much for foreplay. He pulled his tongue free, leaving me quivering and empty. A glance back showed me that he was rock-hard for me, and his cock was already bigger than Anders' ever was. I couldn't really let him, could I? I was still at least half a virgin, and sure, I'd let him lick me, but getting fucked was another thing altogether! Certainly not a decision I should be making while my emotions were still running high, in Anders' yard...with Anders' dog.

"Sorry, Spike," I said, laying back down onto my belly.

Or I would have. I only managed to drop my front legs to the ground before Spike did the doggie equivalent of asking me out. With my rump still up in the air, still a bit tall for the shaggy mutt, he hopped on, his claws digging into my flank. I tried to lower my tail protectively, but he grabbed it in his teeth, pushing it up.

I should have just dropped down. There's nothing Spike could have done. But I didn't. I trembled, but I kept my tail in the air for him. He'd left me sopping wet, and Spike_actually liked me for _me. I mean, sure, he mostly wanted to fill my fertile belly with puppies, but there was no one he'd rather be with at that moment than me. He didn't want me to change how I looked, or how I acted, or what I said. And since his puppy-batter was safely tied away...why not?

Spike didn't need to be told twice. He didn't need to be told once. The slightly shorter grey dog clambered the rest of the way onto my back, his belly shoving my tail aside. My vulva bounced up and down as I tried to convince myself that this was really happening. Everything seemed so absurd, it must be a dream! But I could feel the way his claws pinched my inner thighs as he repositioned himself, wobbling himself until he could feel the heat from my loins.

"Good boy..." I whimpered, spreading my legs to give the short dog a leg up. He was panting already, and I felt his fur nestling with mine. It felt so right. What had I been _doing_all my life? My ears were flat now, but not because I was trying to hold them there, but just out of sheer anticipation. He hopped forward until his bony, red dick poked up against my sopping spade.

"Oh, God..." I whined.

Thrust!

Just like that he was in me, his fat cock shoving my tight tunnel apart. He wasn't just thicker than Anders, he was longer too. I had to stifle a _yelp_as his canine cock rubbed and jostled my clit in just the right way, as if he were made for me. In a way, he was. Spike groaned and pounded forward, though because he was so short, he couldn't keep himself very deep. He slid back out to just his tip, leaving me a quivering mess.

"Again..." I gasped, bending my hind legs even more for the mutt. Oh, Jesus, I was really giving it up for a dog, yet somehow that idea just turned me on more. After years of pent up heats, I was pretty damn ready to let myself go. Cupping my breasts, I arched my back and whined, hoping that Anders just attributed that sound to Spike.

Spike was obedient - before I even finished my word, he was humping forward again, enjoying the lower positioning of my virgin hole. He pushed up and in at an angle, spearing me deep and firmly. My puffy lips spread easily for him, just as for Anders, but this was so different. Now, with Spike's vasectomy, I wasn't worried about safe sex, and I doubted the dog had any STIs. Now, I was consenting. All I had to think about was how God-damned _good_it felt.

Grunting rather unflatteringly, I began to buck my hips like a bitch in heat, which I guess I was. He hammered me with an animalistic fury that I'd never even dreamed of, but the sensation was overwhelming. Each jabbing thrust sent shockwaves through my young body, tingling in the tips of my toes to the hairs on the inside of my ears. Spike whined appreciatively, his hips _thumping_up against mine.

"Unngh, Spike!" I gasped, a bit too loudly. I snapped my mouth shut, looking around. Anyone looking over the Johansson's fence would be able to see me, naked, covered in cum, getting ploughed by a dog. Thank goodness it was eleven. The bushes at least blocked the neighbor's yard and the house itself, but I would have to be quiet, which was getting increasingly difficult.

I felt the pitter-patter_of drool spilling from his side-ways lolling tongue, as he grunted and slammed into me. His balls might just be for show, but I shivered as they bounced up against my abdomen. I bit my lip, squeezed my breasts, and moaned into my closed mouth. This was _so_much better than my cousin's vibrator! I'd had to fasten that to the wall and the positioning had been really awkward, and I'd had to make sure it was just deep enough. Spike filled me completely, his dick rubbing and jerking my clit around with every little hump of his hips. My tail was achingly spread to the side as I spun my rump in little circles, clenching down _hard.

That's when I felt it, growing inside of me. Part of any sex-ed class was researching the variety of bizarre features from the many anthros or taurs, and dogs were certainly no exception. I knew exactly what was happening - his bulbus glandis was swelling up at the base of his cock, preparing him to lock to me so that he could 'seed' me good and proper. He was already balls-deep, so I squeezed down, trying to seal him in, and whimpered, "Do it, Spike! Knot me! Make me your bitch!"

Not that he had any choice in the matter. Even only half-swollen, he couldn't have pulled out of my squeezing pussy if he had tried. I could feel my vulva inflating for the first time, the heat-swollen lips bulging outward to fit his knot like a glove. I had a balloon now, instead of a spade. He was huge, and his bulge thrummed_up against my clitoris. I lost it, groaning and spasming beneath him, just millimeters from cumming for the second time in my young life. I was great at whimpers and whines, but I'd never really mastered the howl. Instead, I just _screamed.

Oops.

Spike joined my voice, howling, and I knew I'd fucked up...big time. I could hear movement in Anders' house...I just had to pray that the neighbors ignored it. Maybe he wouldn't come check? He couldn't see past the bushes...

I heard the front door open, and a very curious, "Spike?" from my first date that night. Now there was no hiding the noise, and I certainly wasn't going to be going anywhere. I bit my lip, still right on the edge of orgasm, though the fear was spiking in my body. There was no way the outcome here would be good.

Spike was leaning forward now, using short, sharp thrusts that slammed his knot against my stretched out vulva and clitoris. It took all my effort to stay quiet, though sure enough, Anders walked around the bushes at that very moment.

He took one look and said, "What the fuck_are you _doing?" He could see everything from behind, his dog's balls and swollen knot, and my bulging pussy.

"Nnn!" I gasped, blushing, before I managed to say, "I'm raising my standards."

"Jesus, Ida..." he said, taking a step back. He didn't seem to know what to say, until his eyes widened even wider and he said, "Oh, shit, you're in heat!"

I grinded my furry hips up and down on Spike's cock, not willing to let Anders ruin this for me. "So? I wanted this, and Spike wanted this and I don't think it's any of your business!"

"No, stupid! I just told you that story about Spike so you wouldn't leave. He's not neutered!"

Oh, I thought calmly, shuddering as the dog plowed me. That makes sense. I glanced over my shoulder at the dog, but there wasn't much I could do. His knot was full-sized, stretching me out like a softball. I could feel his heavy balls against my thighs, quivering there. All this time, Spike thought he was breeding me, and now I guess he was right. I could feel his tip grinding against my womb, could hear the first slight _squeezes_of cum. I'd listened so carefully in Sex Ed, but now I was stuffed full of Spike's fertile, unprotected cock, with absolutely nothing to spare my waiting womb.

What would my parents say? My sister? It was bad enough at school without this. Well, it was too late now. Whining, I said, "Well, fuck."

"Let me get the hose..." Anders said, dashing away.

That wasn't going to help, and he wasn't going to get back in time anyway. This was going to happen, and there was nothing I could do about it, so I figured I might as well own it. Dropping my jaw, I moaned, "Do it, Spike - breed me!"

As if trained for this very purpose, he did just as he was told. I heard Anders swearing as he tried to turn the valve on the hose, but it seemed so distant compared to the howling in my ear. Spike rammed his cock right up against my unprotected womb, balls throbbing up against me as they started to pulsate. He dug his claws into my thighs, tossing his head back to call out in triumph as he unleashed the first, heavy gush into my bucking rump. I definitely wasn't a virgin anymore, and even if Anders didn't tell anyone, everyone would know in a month. Eighteen, and already a mother - of a litter of pups.

When Anders came running back, the hose was pumping water, but the flow was nothing compared to the river of dog seed splattering up against my womb. I moaned wordlessly as the Johansson kid aimed the hose at Spike, but I held up a hand and managed to yelp, "Don't!"

That was that last clear memory I had for the next four minutes. My pussy exploded around Spike's throbbing cock, clenching down on the howling mutt. My earlier, frantic bucks were a pale imitation of what I did now, legs aching as I bounced up and down half-a-foot. I kept my front legs flat against the ground, wailing as the angle of my belly helped Spike's sticky eruptions drain straight into my trembling womb.

I saw a flash of Anders, looking dumbfounded. He could see perfectly well that it was too late, his dog's testicles clenching just beneath the enormous bulge that was my vulva. Spike grunted and jabbed forward in time to each new splurt, so loud even Anders could hear the wet gushes. He stood there, the hose in one hand, limply spilling water onto the lawn.

My ears were flat, and I grabbed my front paws with my hands just to stabilize myself as Spike bred me, his hot, bubbling cum begging to coat my insides until I felt bloated. Every inch of my pussy shuddered from every little sensation, sending waves of pleasure that made me squeal with my eyes rolling up in the back of my head. It seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more than four minutes judging by the pool of water at Anders' feet.

I didn't care about the neighbors anymore. As my vision returned, so did my voice, and I moaned, "God, Spike! Don't stop!" I could have put a dig in there about Anders, but honestly, I couldn't care less about the asshole watching. Spike was in no danger of stopping, even though he'd already cum for about one hundred times as long as the boy.

"He...he's breeding you..." Anders said breathlessly, his pants tenting pretty badly.

It was more like an observation than an objection, but I wanted to respond anyway. Squeezing down to milk the dog for all he was worth, I said, "I don't care...I love it!"

This isn't so bad, I thought. I hadn't meant to get pregnant tonight, but at least I found the right guy. It'd only be two months or so, and I didn't mind lending my womb to the virile dog for that long. I could feel his cum _sloshing_inside of me with each shuddering hump "Fill me with your puppies!" I whined. _Our_puppies, I realized, panting.

Spike was leaning pretty far forward now, so I rotated my torso, holding out a hand to hold the dog's head and direct him to me. His tongue bobbed up and down, sending wet splatters that now coated my back, but I didn't care. I pulled him closer, opening my mouth, and he did exactly what I wanted - he slammed his tongue into my mouth.

Like my rump, my tongue was at Spike's mercy as he slathered his wide organ over my teeth, cheeks, and the roof of my mouth. Not bad for my second make-out session! I whimpered and surrendered mouth and body to him, even as I felt a new, incredible sensation. At that very moment, Spike's contributions built up too much, and the seal of his engorged knot gave way. With a splash, a jet of cum launched out of me, to turn into a constant dribble that ran hotly down my inner thighs.

Anders' jaw was dropped now, speechless.

Finally, I was coming down from my exhilarating high. Spike broke our kiss to grunt a few more times, pumping the last few squirts deep before he hopped off without warning. One second he was making out with me, and the next, all I could see was his wagging tail, his large, spent balls pinned up and to the side against my pelvis. I wagged too, panting just as loudly as he was.

Well that was it, I thought.My first time. What now?

There were going to be...consequences. Even if Anders kept this quiet, everyone would know soon enough. Maybe I could run away from home? No, why let those assholes at school run my life? I wasn't ashamed of what I'd done. I didn't want to undo what Spike had done. My first real mate, and the first guy to ever show a genuine interest in me- I knew I would gladly carry our puppies to term.

Schlurp! rang another, heavy gush from Spike's quivering balls. Even rump to rump he wasn't finished with me, though he was grinning over at Anders, not me.

But I also knew that this was as far as it went, with Spike. I couldn't exactly take Anders' dog from him. This was a one night stand - though a very special one. Spike had made me a woman and a mother, and I would never forget him, but I knew that once this knot was done, I'd probably never see him again. I sighed, but contentedly. If I was going to run with the dogs now, this was something I'd have to accept. This wasn't Spike's responsibility. I was a bitch, now. If I lift my tail, _I_raise the pups.

I heard a click!_and looked up to see Anders with his phone on me, recording. Ah, right...the other consequences. Ears perked up (why hide them now?) I stared straight at the boy, and said, "My Aunt is a lawyer. You show _anyone, and I will sue your ass so hard the doctors will have to sew you a new one."

"I...I won't," he gulped. "This is for me."

My parents would disapprove, but I'd make them understand. School couldn't get much worse, really. Since I was going to try being a dog for now, the jokes would all fall flat. They could call me a bitch and a brood dam, and I'd just smile and agree. I was so done with the people in this town. College would be different, but I still had a year. Time to try a different dating pool.

Easier said than done, though. Spike grunted, tugging at the knot so hard I was pulled back almost a foot, but my vulva was still clenching tight around him. He was great, but off-limits. Even if I could convince Anders to let me walk the dog on dates, I didn't want to deal with that insufferable prick. The girls at school go to parties to find hook-ups, or crawl the bars, but what could I do? I couldn't exactly try to pick up studs at the dog park!

I could always buy_a dog. _That would be awkward. Talking to breeders, making sure they didn't require me to sign a promise to snip their balls, specifying that I wanted a male, and he'd better be big. And while most girls might buy their date a drink, it felt weird to buy your date. Besides, I didn't have the money!

This time, Spike whined and dug his claws in, and my bulging spade couldn't keep him in any longer. He launched out of me with a wet _squelch!_and another flood of cum spilled out of me. Anders got a good shot of my draining, gaping pussy, and I didn't bother trying to cover myself. I tried not to be too offended that the first thing Spike did was wobble over to Anders for head pats.

"I...I'm sorry, Ida..." Anders said, the camera still rolling.

Groaning, I stood on wobbly legs. Ears proudly upright, I said, "No you aren't, Anders."

He gulped, but didn't deny the accusation. "You know," he started slowly. I didn't like where this was going. "Nobody has to know."

"Yeah?"

"I mean, if you...give me another bj."

"Go fuck yourself, Anders," I said, realizing that once I'd left, that was exactly what he'd be doing.

I grabbed my things and wiped my chest and mouth off with the blouse. Not wanting to walk home bare-breasted, I put the thing on, wrinkled and stained. I'd have to sneak home tonight, or there'd be a lot of uncomfortable questions from my parents. I walked home in the moonlight, blouse ruined, hair a complete mess, fur covered in drool, and my rump dripping cum. Luckily, no one else was out! But I had bigger worries.

Maybe the animal shelter? But no, they always snipped their pets. Then I slapped my forehead, realizing how stupid I was being. I didn't need to find_or _buy a new canine boyfriend. I didn't need to visit dog parks or breeders.

Reaching down, I patted my swollen belly. Spike_was a breeder, and he'd just given away his puppies _for free.