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A soft yawn escaped from Mary as she sat up and stretched in the faint pre-dawn light that crept into the bedroom. Her right paw came up to rub the sleep from her eyes for a few moments before she ran it over the top of her head. A cursory look around at the familiar surroundings she'd woken up in for decades showed that not a thing was out of place and that the time was 4:49am. From behind her she heard light snoring and turned to see Jack laying there, still asleep. She gave him a gentle shake and said "Jack, wake up," though he didn't react and continued to sleep.

While she prepared to make another attempt to rouse him, the cat's eyes wandered along his naked frame, causing the barest hint of arousal to begin building within her as she studied the handsome wolf. For a moment her gaze stopped as it reached his stomach and the patch of dark fur that was shorter than the rest, a subtle reminder of the gunshot that he was still technically recovering from. It was then that she noticed the nine inch canine flagpole of his morning wood pointing straight at the patch. With the sight came the memory that they hadn't had sex since the night before their escape over a week ago and she started to feel the beginnings of a need for him.

She leaned forward to study it more closely, finding the sight of the wolf's unintentional erection incredibly arousing. She couldn't help herself but want to touch it, and her right paw came up unconsciously to softly run a finger down the tapered length, eliciting a light groan from Jack but not rousing him. A single clear drop of fluid appeared on the tip of his penis and her finger collected it. She brought her paw up to her muzzle and sniffed at the sticky wet spot on her finger. Her eyes widened as she became aware of what she was doing when the slightly earth scent hit her nostrils.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind a voice cried out in shock that she should find this revolting but it was not enough to stop her tongue from pushing out of her mouth to taste the wetness. A wave of arousal washed powerfully through her at the act and brought with it the need to do it again. Mary could scarsely believe what she was doing as she leaned down to bring her muzzle closer to the source of her unbidden desire. She breathed in heavily through her nose and was assaulted by more of his smell that sent thrills through her body, making it demand even more while her left paw worked its own way to her groin.

Another clear drop formed where the first had been and with it came another thought and a smile across the cat's muzzle. She knew exactly how to wake Jack up and leaned in even closer. Her tongue tentatively stuck out and caught the drop. There was nothing she could compare the taste to, only that she loved it and needed more. It was intoxicating and she started to gently lap at the tip of the wolf's manhood, causing him to moan a little in between snores. Her left paw started to rub against her wettening vulva, heightening her desire.

She continued to work slowly, unsure of exactly what to do as it'd been a long time since she'd been on the receiving end of an act like this and never done the deed before. Mary opened her mouth and careful to avoid raking her teeth over his length, started to take him into it, greedily lapping up each quickly forming drop of precum that rewarded her efforts. Inch by inch she pushed her mouth around the focus of her attention, sealing her lips around the red flesh and suckling upon it. A short burst of more pre hit the roof of her mouth, sending a small swell of pride through her at the thought of him enjoying her ministrations. She stopped moving her head once she had about half of him inside her muzzle and moaned before inhaling around the hot rod of flesh while she dipped her left middle finger into her own sodden entrace.

Jack's eyes shot open and the first thing he noticed was the hot wetness enveloping his morning wood, causing his hips to thrust upwards into it while he moaned. He looked down and was taken by surprise at the sight of Mary giving him a delicate, though inexperienced, blow job. The feel her sandpapery tongue along the portion of his penis that was inside her mouth was not unpleasant like he would've thought it would be. Instead it sent an incredible pleasure through him. This was something he never expected her to do, having been content with pleasuring her orally himself without ever asking her to reciprocate.

The thrust that nearly made her gag as several more inches invaded her mouth drew Mary's eyes upwards to see Jack looking at her with both shock and desire. She'd been successful in waking him up, but she was not quite ready to stop what she was doing because of it. The cat lifted her head off him slowly, watching him until only about an inch of the tip remained trapped by her lips. Her tongue ran over the small nub of flesh for a moment, collecting more of the precious fluid that drove her on. The arousal of seeing him enraptured by what she was doing made her start pumping her finger in and out of her vagina and moan into his penis without breaking the seal her lips had around it. This all served to drive her on and she quickly lowered her head back down and then up while sucking harder on him, building up to a steady pace that continued to draw more precum out.

It took a lot of effort for Jack to not grab the cat's bobbing head and start thrusting wildly into her muzzle as she started to blow him in earnest. He couldn't even form words while he looked into Mary's eyes which remained locked with his. His nostrils flared as the smell of her own arousal reached him, and the thought of her getting off on this made his hips buck while he felt a thick shot of precum travel through his length.

Mary moaned again around the wolf's length while she quickened her pace and swallowed more of sticky juice that pumped out of it. There was no way she could fully take him into her muzzle without gagging, something she idly noted she'd have to work on in a passing thought. She continued like this for several minutes, stopping once in awhile to dip her head down as far as she dared and inhale as deeply as she could. Despite having not even completed the act once, a part of her knew that she found doing it, and submitting to him in this way, unbelievably arousing.

Jack shuddered and his breath became more ragged when she did this. Each time it happened his hips would spasm, and another jet of precum would add itself to the warm slickness of her mouth. It wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever received, but there was no denying that he probably wasn't going to last much longer as he watched his knot start to appear at the base of his saliva-coated penis.

As if she somehow knew that he was getting close to the edge, she pulled her mouth off of him and said with a slightly wicked smile, "Good morning, wolfy."

"G-good morning," he gasped out at the feel of cool air suddenly replacing the hotness that'd surrounded him only moments before.

"Did you like that?" she asked in a seductive tone of voice, pulling her left paw from her soaked passage and wrapping it around his erection, slowly pumping it.

His hips bucked into her paw and he groaned. It took him a moment to catch his breath long enough to answer, "Yes... Why'd you stop?"

Mary answered by releasing her grip on his manhood and slowly pulling herself up his body, making sure to drag the hard flesh down the valley between her three pairs of breasts, over the growing lump of her pregnant belly, and finally past her soaked groin. "Because," she said, "I need you somewhere else, right now."

The slick warmth of her wet labia rubbing against his impossibly hard manhood demanded that he take her, and in an instant he rolled the two of them over. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wouldn't be satisfied until they were locked together and he was more than happy to oblige. His hips lifted and he growled his instinctual demand for her to submit moments before he thrust into her. It didn't take long to hilt himself in her tight velvet embrace, the two having learned that she actually loved it when he was a little rough. They moaned in unison at the feel of their joining together as one.

He bent his head down and kissed her passionately, ignoring the unusual and somewhat acrid taste that added itself to her mouth's usual flavour. Their tongues battling to caress one another entirely while he started to thrust quickly. The wolf was already close to his climax because of her unconventional method of waking him and this rutting was to finish what she'd begun. His mate was going to get exactly what she was after, and soon.

The cat's paws moved up to grip his back while he fucked her. His actions sending far more pleasure through her body than her solitary finger could ever hope to accomplish. Her own orgasm was not far off though, having built itself as a result of the combination of said finger and the pleasure she'd derived from blowing him. She pulled her mouth away from his to cry out in ectasy from the feel of his still-forming knot popping in and out past her entrance.

After a few minutes Jack slowed and thrust hard into her, moaning as her vagina offered up limited resistance his knot before giving in. Then he pulled back, repeating the process in reverse. Her cries of pleasure from the act made him do it several more times while he did his utmost to hold back his body's need to finish and tie with her, though each time her entrance offered more resistance and he knew that soon it would hold him fast.

A yowl erupted from her and her paws released him while she writhed against the bed as her climax hit. Her hips bucked upwards hard while her legs wrapped around his waist, desperate for him to finish and fill her with his seed. As she started to come down from the initial peak she yelled out, "Oh god, Jack, do it!"

Her demand and the spasming ripples of her inner walls around his penis made him smile as he pulled back as far as he could despite her legs and hips trying to pull him deeper. He kissed the orgasming cat again and slammed his hips forward, pushing his knot into her deeply as it finished forming, tying the two together. They moaned into each other's mouths when the first of many hot jets of his cum pulsed into her.

Jack broke the kiss as he came down from his own climax and watched Mary shudder beneath him in the throws of pleasure. Her velvet tunnel clenching tightly around him, trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen he could give her. The cat's eyes opened and looked into his as she started to calm down, her breath heavy as a satiated smile appeared across her muzzle. He rolled back over so that she lay atop him, being careful to not pull too much but still making her twitch and emit a soft moan.

"That was one hell of a way to wake up," the wolf said with a warm smile as he held her against him.

Mary chuckled and laid her head on his chest.

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Later that afternoon Jack and Mary sat at the kitchen table. Across from them, examining one of several papers, sat two other wolves, one female with brown, grey and white fur and the other male, who looked a lot like Jack. Despite not looking much older than him, the two wolves were his parents, Jennifer and Ryan Irving. They'd arrived a few hours previously after receiving a call from Sharon saying that their son had turned up here. After Jennifer had calmed down the wolfess demanded an explaination of what had happened to her son and who the cat was.

"I hope I don't have to keep doing this," Mary said quietly to Jack as she watched his parents. They'd only just finished their story, deciding not to omit any details like they had with his grandmother the night before. Jennifer had a hard time believing that Mary was the man she'd grown up knowing as Uncle Mark so the cat produced the documents that proved her identity. This was the second time today they'd been through this, having gone across the street later in the morning to see Fred and Sharon. She hoped it wouldn't end as disasterously this time, Fred had gotten very angry and demanded they leave when they revealed her pregnancy.

With a slight nod he replied, "It's a hard tale to take in." He grasped one of her paws in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze, knowing that she wanted little more than to move past what had happened and focus on the future.

"It's hard believing that your mother is the same blonde little girl that slipped and broke a tooth right here," she responded while indicating a small gouge on the edge of the table that had worn smooth over the years.

The wolfess looked up from the paper in her paw at Mary while asking, "You know about that?"

"Just like I know that your mother nearly skinned me alive for it," the cat answered, "And that you wouldn't sit at this table for years afterwards. Whenever Cath and I had to babysit you'd only eat in the livingroom. 'Please, Uncle Mark? The table doesn't like me.'" The last part she said in a mimicry of a child's voice.

Jennifer's eyes widened. "It really is you, isn't it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Mary nodded and said quietly, "Though I don't think I'm really 'Uncle Mark' anymore."

"I guess not," the wolfess said while setting the paper in her paw down on the table. "I wouldn't think that you'd be as comfortable with this as you seem to be."

"Comfortable is not really how I'd describe it," Mary responded while standing up and letting go of Jack's paw. She lifted her shirt just enough to show her belly to the two wolves sitting across from them. "More like I've had to accept it, for them," she continued while lowering her shirt back down and sitting.

"I don't think I'd be able to make the same choice you have if I was in your shoes," Ryan said, finally speaking up. His voice was a little lower than Jack's, and so far he'd just sat there, listening. On the outside he seemed almost as stoic as Mary could be, but internally he was reeling from the story and felt nothing but pity and sorrow for the cat. The whole thing rubbed him the wrong way and was glad the man that forced his son to kill, and a war veteran to lose who they were, was already dead at her paws.

The cat shrugged, "If you told me four months ago this is where and what I'd be now, I wouldn't have believed it and probably called the loony bin on you. It is what it is."

"So, you're keeping them?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes," Mary answered and looked up at Jack, "I won't even consider any other option."

He smiled down at her and nodded while adding, "And I'm staying with her, they're mine too."

"When your grandmother said you'd probably run off with some girl six months ago, I doubt this is what she meant, Jack" Jennifer stated. So, she and Ryan were going to be grandparents. "What do my parents think about all of this anyways?"

Mary's ears flattened and she answered sadly, "Dropper won't even speak to me, he's pretty upset about it and claims I'm lying. Shar says he'll come around eventually, but I don't want to push it because he's so sick." She looked ready to cry over her friend's rejection.

"Dad's mind is as slow to change as molases on a cold day," the wolfess replied. She knew this from first hand experience, it'd taken years for him to accept her own change and marriage to Ryan, and some bitterness over it still remained. "It'll get better once the twins are born," she continued, trying to sound reassuring. It looked like her statement did little to improve Mary's mood but there wasn't much else could she say that would even begin to touch on making right what'd happened.

"Hon, maybe it's time to do what we've been talking about for the past few years and move up here to take care of them," Ryan said, making a small change to the subject. "I can telecommute, and we've got enough money saved up for you to take a leave of absence."

Jennifer nodded, "I think you're right, dear. I've stayed away for too long and now there are several reasons to come back."

"You can stay here if you want," Jack suggested.

"No, we'll move in with my folks, and if dad doesn't like it he can go live in the barn," the wolfess replied in a tone that brokered no argument.

A smile twitched across Mary's muzzle at that, but she didn't say anything and let the others make their plans.

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Two weeks later Mary was home alone while the three wolves moved Jack's parents' belongings into the house across the road. She had opted to not join them because Fred still refused to accept her and she felt that he would be under enough stress without her presence. Instead she was laying on the couch watching random mindrot on TV in her home's largest single room that was once divided into several smaller ones when the original structure was first built. It was for the best, really, considering that she'd woken up feeling achy and sore, she doubted she would've been much help anyways even if Fred didn't go out of his way to avoid her.

For what felt like the hundreth time that day her stomach rumbled hungrily, breaking her train of thought, and the cat rolled her eyes while standing up. Lately she was sure she'd been eating an entire regiment's weekly rations on a daily basis and she wandered into the kitchen to satisfy the two greedy mouths growing in her womb. Her nose wrinkled as it was assaulted by an almost nauseating combination of smells when she opened the fridge door and studied its contents. Almost immediately her eyes settled upon the package of a half dozen steaks that she was planning on making that evening for her mate and his parents once they were done for the day. Before she even realized what she was doing she used a claw to deftly open the package and removed one.

The cat's mouth salivated at the sight and smell of the dripping piece of raw meat in her paws and she found herself unable to resist bringing it up to her mouth and taking a large bite, tearing about a fifth of the steak off. To her, it tasted like the best steak she'd ever eaten. Even still though it was missing something and she contemplated what that was while she chewed. An idea came to her when she swallowed the raw meat and without bothering to close the fridge door she went to a cupboard, took out a plate, and placed the steak on it before sitting it down on the counter. She went to another cupboard and pulled out a jar of peanutbutter before grabbing a spoon out of a drawer.

A moment later Mary sat the jar and spoon down beside the steak and returned to the fridge, removing another jar, this one full of applesauce and then closed the door. She opened the jar while she came back to the counter with the steak and peanutbutter. Almost as if she was driven by an unseen force she spread a generous layer of the peanut butter onto the raw meat and dumped a large helping of the applesauce on top. To most people, the combination would probably be as disgusting as it sounded, but to her it looked and smelled like heaven on a plate. Without using any utinsels she brought the concotion up to her mouth and took another bite, her eyes widening as glutinous joy filled her.

Soon the cat was gnawing on the t-shaped bone that was the sole remnant of her culinary experiment, eagerly attacking the small amount of marrow it contained while the plate sat licked clean on the counter. Once she had gotten all she could from it she came back down to reality and realized that she had just fallen victim to her first truly unusual food craving. She found it oddly satisfying and as she grabbed a paper towel to wipe off her face she heavily considered eating another. At least now she had more self control over the urge, probably due to having just eaten, and managed to make herself clean up before returning to the living room.

Mary flopped back down onto the couch and rested her left paw over her belly. She rubbed the growing bulge idly and returned her attention to the television. After about an hour she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of piles of steaming raw beef covered in peanutbutter and applesauce.

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"Hard to imagine this was built 200 years ago," Jack said to his father while they were removing decades-old debris, junk, and hay from the large barn that stood a few hundred feet down the laneway from the house. The building hadn't seen much use in several decades and was in need of some long-forgotten maintenance before it could be used again. The farmer who currently rented the fields didn't use the barn so it had been left alone for a very long time. The interior looked like something one would find in an old horror movie, full of dust, cobwebs, barn swallow droppings, and piles of hay that had probably been bales when Jack was still a child.

Ryan nodded and said, "Most of the beams still look like they could've been hewn last week." He shovelled the last load of debris from the area they were working on into the wheelbarrow that was beside him.

"Why is it so big? The barn at Gamgam and Papa's is a lot smaller," the younger wolf wondered aloud as he looked up at the roof that was a good 40 or more feet above their heads, the space crisscossed with large cantilevered wooden beams.

"I think it was built to store loose hay rather than bales. This space was probably filled to the roof just to keep a dozen or so animals fed through winter," the older, who actually looked almost the same age as his son, replied.

"All that weight, no wonder it's built so stoutly," Jack said.

Ryan raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Honestly, it's a lot bigger than it needs to be in this day and age. You could make a lot of money having it torn down, selling its parts, and building a more modern one."

Jack shook his head and shrugged while saying, "I know, but when I suggested it to Mary she threatened to turn me into a rug. Apparently her great-great-great-grandfather built it."

"With a lot of help, these were a community effort back then," Ryan replied, "This was built when horses were the most powerful 'machines' most people could afford." He understood Mary's nostalgia for the place despite his suggestion, it was a monument to a much simpler time, and not many remained. Large wooden structures like this had a tendency to burn down in a multitude of ways or collapse after long periods of neglect. "Where to next, son? There's still a lot to do before we can even start thinking about making repairs."

"How about that pile over there?" Jack asked, pointing to the largest pile of mouldering hay, "Might as well do the hardest part first."

His father nodded and after taking the filled wheelbarrow outside the large sliding doors on the side of the barn and dumping it in the pile they'd started in the barnyard he returned. The two moved over to the pile of hay and began pulling out large clumps of it. However, after the third clump they found a tarp underneath, clearly covering something large.

"There's something under here," the younger wolf said and touched the tarp, feeling a smooth yet hard object hidden by the tarp.

"Let's finish removing the hay first," Ryan said.

For about half an hour they cleared the pile, revealing a large green tarp that was clearly draped over a car of some kind. Once they'd finished, Ryan went to lift the cover before Jack stopped him.

"Don't you want to know what it is?" the older wolf asked. He was eager to see what they'd found, wondering what it was that'd clearly sat in this place for a long time.

"I do, but I want to go get Mary first, she probably knows what it is and hasn't seen it for years," Jack answered. He disappeared out the large doorway and returned about 15 minutes later, accompanied by his mate who had an irritated look.

"What is this about, Jack?" she asked a little testily, rubbing her forehead with a paw. She'd been resting when he'd come in the house, covered in dust and bits of hay, insisting that she come to the barn because of something they'd found. A slight headache was pounding between her ears and the soreness in her footpaws had put her in a bit of a foul mood.

"Come see!" he said excitedly and pulled her along into the barn and over to the tarp where Ryan stood patiently.

"I probably shouldn't even be in here," she said while eyeing the dust that lazily stirred in the air past various sunbeams shining through holes in the barn's siding. It was mid-September now and her left paw moved to rest on the large lump of her belly as if somehow it could protect her children from the musty smells and grime of the place.

Ryan smiled at the cat, familiar with her demeanour and apparently sour mood. He greeted her with, "Hi Mary, are you feeling well today?"

"I'm feeling fat today," she complained, "My feet hurt, my head hurts. I'm pissing every 20 minutes. I feel like I want to vomit, and then eat it. I don't understand how any woman can tolerate doing this." After six months she was more than ready for it to be over, and cursed the fact that she had another three to go.

Ryan laughed in a knowing manner while Jack gave her a look of pity.

"Perhaps this might make you feel a bit better," Jack said gently while indicating the tarp-covered car.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to remember if she'd ever parked a car in here. She couldn't even begin to fathom what was under the tarp. At the very least her interest was piqued and the sour look on her face disappeared as it was replaced with curiosity.

"We were hoping you would know before we removed the tarp," Ryan answered.

She threw her paws up and shrugged while saying, "I honestly can't remember." She thought for a moment, going through all the vehicles she'd owned over her long life and an idea came to mind. "Well, there is one car, but I'm sure it was stolen."

"How sure?" Jack asked.

Mary started scratching the top of her head with her right paw and said, "I haven't seen it in thirty or fourty years. Wasn't there a pile of hay here?"

"It was under the pile," Ryan explained.

"It couldn't be," she whispered, "but it might." Her eyes widened and she exclaimed excitedly, "Pull off that tarp! I want to see her."

Jack cocked his head and looked at her questioningly. "What do you think it is, kitten?"

"Pull off that tarp," she repeated, "you'll find out in a moment."

The two wolves shared a look of confusion and then moved to remove the tarp.

"Gently, I don't want to breathe in decades of whatever it is that's sitting on it," the cat cautioned.

Carefully they started to lift and fold the tarp over on itself, containing the worst of the detritus that covered it, only to reveal a layer of thick cloth that was in surprisingly good condition considering where it'd been. The edges were frayed but the majority of it was clean, a testament to the quality of the old tarp that Jack and Ryan set aside.

"It is, oh my baby, you're still here," Mary whispered. She could hardly contain her excitement but did her best to restrain herself and not give it away. Only a few people left would be able to hazard a guess as to what car the cloth hid based solely upon the shape, but she knew beyond all doubt that she'd been wrong to believe it stolen. She desperately hoped that it wasn't a rusted ruin from being forgotten for decades.

Ryan shook his head, his son's mate really knew how to build suspense.

Jack started to lift up the cloth on one corner near what had to be the vehicle's rear, revealing dark green paint that still shone as if it'd been polished recently. More slowly than they had done with the tarp, he and his father lifted and folded the cloth, each time sharing looks of wonder as more of the vehicle was uncovered.

Once they'd reached halfway up the sloped rear window and vents Ryan looked at the cat and asked, "Is this what I think it is?"

She beamed at him and answered, "Keep going."

After a painfully long minute the cloth finally dropped off the front of the car so that it stood proudly as it could on a set of four tires that were all but completely deteriorated. The body was immaculate, though a bit dusty in a few places and it was impossible to get a good look at the interior through the dust-covered windows.

The younger wolf looked at Mary and was taken aback a bit by the look of loving pride she had locked on the car. He still had no idea what it was and asked, "What kind of car is it?"

"This, son, is a 1968 Mustang GT." Ryan answered. The older wolf looked over the vehicle, noticing that it lacked badges and fog lights.

"With a milled head, stronger suspension, and custom wheels, just like the movie..." Mary trailed off with a look on her face that said she was remembering something from a long time ago.

Jack continued to look a little confused and said "What? What movie?"

His father said almost reverently, "It's the car from Bullitt."

Mary added, "Well, not one of the two actual cars, but as completely faithful a replica someone can have. The one from the movie that wasn't destroyed by McQueen didn't survive the war."

"Bullitt?" Jack asked, having no idea what the two were talking about. It did however, look like at least Mary was having a better day now and he was glad for it.

"Two things, wolfy. One, we are going to get it fixed because I doubt it'll run after sitting for so long, and two, you aren't allowed to drive it until you see the movie," she said with a bright smile.

He nodded without really understanding and asked, "Drive it? It's a manual car?"

Mary nodded and answered, "Manual in every possible way. It'll have to wait until after the twins are born but I'll teach you." She moved over to him and pulled his head down with her paws, kissing him and saying, "Thank you for finding her, I can't believe I forgot about it." She smiled and planned to give him a much more enthusiatic thanks later, when his parents were back home across the road and they had some privacy.