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A commission for :iconDoaTheJackalope: who wanted to see how Abby was doing three years after her last questionable decision...

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Ughhhhh…

So, alarm clock VS baby - pros and cons?

Well, the alarm on my phone never expected me to get my tits out to quiet down. Although I'm sure there's an app for that. It never wanted a lullaby, never wanted me to check for monsters, and never expected me to work out which toy was tossed out of the crib by accident and which ones were no longer welcome. But when my phone quiets down it never looks so cute I spend a minute just gazing down at it. So, tough choice.

But I guess the big difference is that Cody used to wake me when he needed me and my phone wakes me up when I need to get my ass out of bed. So I sat up, swiped the screen to shut it up and picked up the blister pack full of tiny pills sitting on my nightstand, right next to a glass of water. You know the ones - four rows of 7 pills, with 3 rows in a nice pink and the last seven white.

My IUD had done a sterling job of keeping me from having my second child before I'm ready, but after five years of faithful service it was…well, let's say retired. I don't want to use the word 'discharged' when talking about my privates. I could have just had it replaced. It's practical, but… it's the kind of thing a sixteen year old Abby needed because by becoming a teen mom she'd proven that she couldn't be counted on to be responsible. It was the smart thing to do, don't get me wrong, I forced my dad into it, but it felt almost like I was a bitch being taken to the vet to get fixed because she couldn't keep her tail down. Figuratively speaking. I got mom's Akita tail which doesn't play nice with gravity, but you get the idea…

Pills, on the other hand, demanded responsibility! And I had my routine down pat - water and pills next to my phone, the first thing I do before even dragging my fluffy mutt-butt out of bed. This is the new Abigail - adulting like a champ! It was the grown up thing to do, which is fitting since I'm about to become a grown up. Well, for the second time. Today is Wednesday and it's Cody's sixth birthday, but come Friday it will be my twenty-first. I can finally do the fun adult things, like drinking and clubbing, and not just boring adult things like voting. Dad's got Cody on Friday night and I have a date with Jacob to properly celebrate with drinks, dancing and a night at his place once we get tired of drinking and dancing.

Jacob is the other great thing in Responsible Abigail's life. I met him at community college, which turns out to be a better place to meet nice guys than a small-town music festival.

He's a hunk but a sweetheart and has a future ahead of him since he's just months shy of his bachelors in engineering. He looks almost like a pure Kangal Shepherd, but insists his grandmother on his mom's side was a mastiff. Not that pedigree means anything, but I think that's why my dad took a shine to him. Wait… you don't think that I chose him because…

Oh for fucks sake! He doesn't mind that I'm a single mom and Cody is crazy about him. Do you have any idea how much of a unicorn that makes him? So what if he looks like a young, brainy version of my dad? I'm not that kind of girl! That's right, I don't need some sort of off-brand copy of my daddy. If I wanted to fuck him I…

Well, I did and… kinda still do. Okay, so I'm mostly making good, responsible decisions. Give me a break! I'm really doing better now. Good even! I'm a reliable employee and I'm actually working my way to a degree. My boss is expecting a promotion, and if I graduate in time I could take her place as retail manager. After fucking up by getting fucked and bred by some random guy, for a while I was bummed out by the idea that my mom might be watching over me and seeing just how messed up her once bright Abby had become. But now I'm so close to getting my life together that I actually get really good vibes, like she'd actually be really proud of me if she could see me… as long as she only saw the PG-13 stuff.

I considered my wardrobe for maybe a minute before remembering that I took a day off to make sure Cody had a great birthday, so I figured there was no rush getting presentable. I was wearing one of my dad's old shirts to bed because in my opinion a 100% cotton shirt sized for a really big dog that's been through a thousand washes was finer and lighter than a silk nighty, and you didn't feel bad if you got stains on it, or if your kid got stains on it. So I just shrugged on a robe and went downstairs where my ears were telling me I'd find the two males of the house and where my nose was telling me I'd find food. Both were right.

“Look who's up…" rumbled my dad, a hulking Kangal greasemonkey looking awfully domestic with a spatula in hand as he stood in front of a sizzling pan.

“Momma!" barked Cody with his muzzle full, spraying scrambled egg and toast over the table.

“And look who's six years old!" I cooed, leaning over my pup to plant a kiss between his floppy ears. "Happy birthday, sweetie…"

“Have a seat. Coffee's done and I'll plate ours up in a minute."

“Thanks dad, but you didn't have to bother getting breakfast when I've got the day off…" I said, pouring a cup as my ears flicked against the fluff on my head at the scent wafting to my nose.

“Which is why I wanted to let you sleep in. I'm not much of a cook but I can move eggs and bacon around a pan…"

“I helped gampa crack the eggs!" Cody insisted, ignoring his own meal as his preschooler attention span was pushed past its breaking point.

“Uuu-huhhh… so how many egg-shell bits do I have to look forward to?" I asked, knowing my pup had yet to master the fine line between cracking and smashing.

“Gampa says the shells are good for my bones!" he insisted, meaning that I had no valid avenue of complaint once I started digging into my crunchy scrambled eggs.

“Are you gonna be okay setting everything up by yourself?" dad asked, piling two plates high with fluffy yellow eggs flanked by crisp strips of bacon.

Thankfully he remembered not to serve me as much as he eats to start a day. This was the kind of scene I hoped my mom could see - a happy, wholesome family moment. As dad set my plate in front of me it looked completely innocent. It definitely didn't look like I was being served breakfast by my lover. There were no lingering touches, our eyes didn't stray anywhere where they shouldn't. We've been at it for three years, and it became… normal. During the days we were father and daughter (or mother and grandfather when Cody was around), and that was it. What happened when I crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, or if he joined me in the shower when I left the door open a crack as a signal that he could was… something else.

“Yeah, I'm having the cake delivered, so I just have to get the decorations up and clear the living-room of anything that we don't want broken."

“Is Jake coming?" Cody asked, ears swiveling and tail frozen mid-wag. I call him Jacob because that's how he introduced himself to me a few years back, but my mechanic dad decided that his strapping son-in-law-to-be was a Jake, and Cody picked it up from him. Monkey see greasemonkey do, I guess…

“He promised, didn't he? But he's got a lot of course-work so he's going to be fashionably late."

“Well I'll be back soon to help out. Might have taken the day off too, but Ms. Hutchins dropped in yesterday, said her car's making noises when it shifts gears. Probably just gonna change the transmission fluid…" he said, taking a bite of crunchy toast to go with his crunchy bacon and crunchy eggs.

“Leah Hutchins? Drives a Corolla?" I asked with one brow arched.

“Yeah, got the impression that she needed it taken care of as soon as possible," he said.

Yeah, she needs it as soon as possible alright… I thought to myself. Not that the Bernese divorcee was a bad match for dad, but there was something to be said for subtlety. I can only imagine what she wore when she drove the car in…

“And you bought it?"

“You don't?" dad asked, and I wondered if he was just pretending to be naive.

“Dad, she drives a Toyota, and what have you always told me? Toyotas don't…" I began, and both dad and Cody joined me on the “...break down!" part.

We didn't go into any more verbal detail about the potentially impure motives of thirty-going-on-forty women, saying what needed to be said in the language of head-tilts, arched eyebrows and eye-rolls. The moment when me and Cody move in with Jake and get our family on track was getting nearer and nearer, and I wasn't sure my dad realized what it was going to be like when he actually got on the dating scene. It's going to be like a huge dog whistle audible only to canine women who make casseroles. He's going to have ninety-nine problems but bitches in yoga pants were going to be none of them…

*******

There was something casual about it. Guess three years will take the edge off anything, no matter how fucked up it is. It wasn't really late, and since I had work and a class tomorrow I had to wedge some sleep in there, especially after the day I had. Dad was still awake, propping himself up on his elbows as I came in and closed the door behind me. He reached for the bedside lamp and the soft warm glow came on just in time for him to see me pulling my shirt over my head, leaving his daughter bare-ass naked in front of him. He no longer seemed to fuss about that, but a glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand made him antsy.

“Is Cody…"

“He spent the day hopping-eager, running around the backyard with his friends, gorging on cake and running again until he crashed his sugar-high. He's out like a light…" I said. Like I was going to risk doing anything until I was sure my pup was down for the count. I even checked the forecast, because while Cody never had nightmares bad enough to ask to sleep with me, thunderstorms would have him scratching on my door every time. But the forecast for tonight was clear skies and daddy/daughter incest.

I knew dad wouldn't need more convincing than that. But the way his eyes were focused on my chest. I wasn't exactly posing for him, but I had my paws behind my back and that tended to accentuate certain assets motherhood had left me with. I definitely wouldn't recommend getting knocked-up at fifteen, but I think that the fact that I'd still been a growing girl had helped everything firm back up after I gave birth.

Dad threw back the blanket and I crawled into his bed, not saying anything as I helped him out of his boxers. The sleeveless shirt he was wearing went next, because I didn't want him hiding a body that most males would eagerly show off. There was a reason dad had thirty-something women buzzing around him, and why I kept coming back to his bedroom. He was the same breed as Jacob but there was a notable difference between the older dog who worked a hard job and young student who kept fit at the pool and the gym. Stud dogs, both of them, and even though Jake was in his prime dad was… well maybe MILFs are just drawn to DILFs. And since I'm a MILF…

Dad let me call the shots most of the time, his eyes on me as I turned my back to him and lay on my side, my legs pulled up just a little and my curved Akita tail sending a clear signal. I felt the mattress shift when he rolled over, pressing his chest to my back as a strong arm went around my waist. It could have passed for an innocent hug, if not for the hard hot thing I felt prodding lazily down there. Familiar enough by now to make me shudder just a little. Excited, but not impatient, I lay there and let him poke as he spooned up good and close.

I think we did it from behind more often than not. Spooning up like we were now, or with me on all fours or face down. Sometimes with me standing up and dad pressing me against the bathroom tiles as he pressed in, my wet fur sleeked down against my skin as the steamy air made scents thick enough to taste. It's not like we couldn't look each other in the eye while doing this. We did it the first time and it didn't fuck things up for us, and sometimes we still do. We don't kiss, at least not the deep romantic kind of kiss with muzzles locked and tongues twisting. But if you're fucking someone and there are only inches separating your muzzles and you don't kiss, you really feel like you're avoiding it.

But passionate kissing was romance, and that was a line we weren't crossing. I know, I know, I sound like a hypocrite or downright deluded talking about lines while my dad was dry-humping my ass, working himself up with the express and explicit goal of pushing his cock into a pussy that was primed to receive him. He was going to fuck his little girl until she was biting her paw to keep quiet, and more than likely he was going to knot her as well. But this is sex, it's just biology, satisfying a craving that's not really different from the need for water or food. I mean I eat chocolate but I'm not in love with… okay, bad example.

But without kissy-kissy we can still love each other the right way - as father and daughter. I'm not pretending he's someone else as he pushes his slowly emerging cock against my rear. I know who he is and what this is. I don't think he pretends either since if he does say a name it's always mine, but if he did pretend… well I wouldn't hold it against him. I know for a fact I look a lot like her…

He was almost ready - the wetness back there was always a give-away. I opened my legs a little and reached down, pulling his shaft between my thighs before I closed them around him. He murmured in my little triangular ear, a sound I could feel rumbling against my back as he made lazy humping motions, rubbing his shaft against my slit and the soft fluff of my inner thighs. I may be a MILF, but I've still got a gap down there, and right now it was being snuggly filled. I kept my paw on the leaky tip, playing with it a little as my breathing grew rapid and my patience grew thinner by the second. Soft paw-pads traced along the hot red tip that had gone from leaking to squirting. My little black nose twitched as I caught the scent of the wetness seeping into the fur of my thighs - both his and mine.

The next time dad pulled back I angled the tip up and thrust my ass out at him. A small change but one that ensured that when he pushed in it wasn't wet fur clinging to his shaft. Silence was golden, especially with a pup sleeping just down the hall, so even though the cock pushing into me was definitely moan-worthy I managed to take dad's tip with a sigh and the rest with a shudder and a gasp. A growly rumble behind me, a heavy hand moving from my tummy up to my chest, his forearm against my right breast as he grabbed the left one. The squeeze was slow but the strong fingers dug deep, forcing me to bite my lip as my ears flicked back. Come on Abby, you deserve this - you gave Cody an awesome birthday, you're doing great at school and at work… you deserve this, and he needs it, so just relax and let it happen…

He paused, and even though I didn't want him to, I knew I needed it. Both dad and Jacob were big dogs in every sense of the word, and with having given birth and having two canine studs to take care of you'd think I'd be… able to take either one of them with no more than a gasp and a little shudder of my tail. I'm more confident, I guess, but that's in my head, not between my legs. I was still snug enough to wrap tight around a cock like the one currently twitching inside me, and taking knots still hurt. It always does, but you learn to look forward to it, at least if you're a bitch with a body that insists on a tie. And it has definite perks. When you make those mewly pain-pleasure noises it seems to flip some switch in the boy-dog brain and they hold you real close, and nuzzle your neck and lick behind your ears. Or maybe that's just Jacob and Dad and I got really lucky…

My paw was trembling as I reached down past the soft fur of my tummy, the softer pubic tuft covering my mound, lingering on the straining folds covered in no fur whatsoever until I reached something that contrasted so sharply to the fluffy or silky parts of my own body. The knot – a hard, unyielding lump of flesh just past my dad's sheath. Still just a lump, but I knew that when he was done and pulled it out it would look like he had two golf balls stuck at the base of his cock.

And that was after it shrank down. I blew my dad a few times and got a good look, but I'm pretty sure it was nothing compared to how big it got when he tied with me. You can't fool it with a paw and a muzzle – this fucking thing knows when it's stuck in a tight wet bitch who needs to be kept from squirming away until she's full to the brim with puppy-batter. I ran a paw-pad over each one, my ring and index fingers splaying as I traced out the curves of the thrillingly hot bulges. Dad's tip was pushed up against my cervix, and it seemed like there was no hope of me actually taking this thing inside me, but the night was young. I knew from experience that once he started thrusting, once that leaky pipe sheathed in me started moving my body would adjust, would yield under the kind of force a stud dog in his prime could dish out.

Little by little, unnoticed by the horny young bitch desperate to keep quiet as her breathing grew ragged and her toes curled, it would go deeper and deeper, making room. My snug little pussy would stretch, thrust by thrust, throb by throb, splaying around the knot that would slip in and out so easily at first until it grew big enough to make things difficult. It's amazing that my pussy can do that, but it's even more amazing that during those hours it spent empty it went back to the way it was and pretended like it never happened – that it's just a snug little bitch-cunny that had never been forced open by a doggy-dick so big it would make a mare's thighs rub together.

“It's… you can…" I husked, still a little too self-conscious to ask my dad to fuck me even though the tone of my voice was asking exactly that. Fuck, if I had told him the time with that voice, his doggy-ears still would have picked up the poorly hidden message.

My ears splayed as he slowly pulled out, my eyes losing focus as it shifted to the sensation of glistening pink lips clinging to every inch of hard red meat that left my body. He didn't pull much out, not like he could when I was on all fours and he was kneeling behind my up-turned ass. Then he could really push me to my limits – starting with long and lazy strokes that would devolve into thrusts that knock me face-first into the pillow and push me further up and up along the mattress until I'm kissing the headboard.

When I've got some extra energy and feeling frisky, that's a really good way to do it – getting fucked into exhaustion, knowing that every time you sit down the next day you'll get a little reminder of how naughty you were. But I've been momming like crazy today, and after wrangling a whole birthday party of six-year-olds, a lazy but passionate spooning session was just what I needed. Fuck, this is wrong but I didn't… couldn't care at this point. My body needed it and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like I deserved it. Like with a diet – you eat right and exercise for a few days, and then you can have a nibble of something sweet, just to satisfy that craving.

“Hmmmhhhhhn!"

“You okay?" came the quiet question from the big dog who'd once again pushed the tip of his cock right into my cervix.

“F-fuh…fine…" I gasped, avoiding actually telling my dad to fuck me. Not that it would matter, not with my pussy wrapped tight enough around him for me to take his pulse. You'd have to turn the hose on us to get us apart at this point…

Slow and steady, dad began working himself deeper into me, my snug steamy puppy-pussy stretching without me even noticing it. I timed my breaths to every thrust, exhaling when he pushed in since it was already starting to feel like he was driving the wind out of me with every plunge. Every time I inhaled I felt my chest straining against the arm he had around me, the very motion of my breathing pushing my tits against dad's grip. He was toying absent-mindedly with the breast clutched in a heavy hand, my thick coat hiding the callouses on his paw-pads until they brushed against the bare skin around my nipple. Big heavy paw, strong fingers… fuck, if he tugged on my nub right now I think I'd cum on the spot.

I wasn't far off, I'd just need the pace to pick up a little. The first one would barely count, but it would make me sensitive and really prime me for a good thorough fucking. My ears couldn't fail to catch the increasingly wet noises as every thrust of dad's hips pushed a little of our mingled mess out of me, the squelches soaking into the soft fur of my thighs and crotch and making the room smell like wet dog. Dad was picking up the pace now, thrusting with enough force to make my tush bounce as he held me tight against him.

And there it was – kissing my splayed folds like a gentleman even though it would soon enough make me whimper like a bitch. I was staring at the bedroom wall but I was seeing that red bulge press up against my labia, sinking almost half-way in and stretching me enough to make me feel it and want it. And it wasn't just my lips getting stretched. I could feel the red rod pushing deeper, making room, forcing my body to adjust. This would probably hurt like hell if dad didn't take it slow, letting me get so horny that it winds up hurting like heaven.

“Hhaaa…hhhaaaaahhH…nhhhaaaa…" I gasped out, strange noises leaving my muzzle as my whole body shuddered.

It took me by surprise, but the moment dad's bulge slipped in and flicked my clit it set me off. He pulled the knot out the moment he felt me cum, knowing that if my pussy started clenching and squeezing around it, then we'd wind up tied sooner than either of us would like. He made little shushing noises as he held me tight, a reminder that there was a sleeping puppy down the hall who did not need to see this. The fingers dug a little harder into my tit and he actually had to keep my ass still as I tried to push my rump against him and take that hot bulge at the base of his cock back in.

It was gone just as suddenly as it came, a little storm of sensation that only left me hungrier and more desperate. My nerve endings were stimulated so much that every little movement of dad's cock should have had me clawing the sheets, but as I struggled to get my breathing in check I knew that until we were done the concept of 'too intense' was gone from my mind. He pushed, I stretched and he was in again, the hairs at the opening of his sheath tickling the glistening pink lips now bulging a little as they wrapped around the throbbing mass parked right on top of my goddamned g-spot.

When he tugged it out it went easily, followed by a gush of horny bitch juices. I could feel puffs of air against the fine hairs on the insides of my ears. Dad was sniffing. As if he needed to. I don't think a gas mask would have helped. But it was thrilling. He was looking at me, feeling me outside and inside, those floppy ears of his swiveling to catch every little noise I made as he took in my scent. Every sense but…

I reached down and touched the place where he was sinking into me, my hand trembling as I raised now soaked fingers up and pushed my hand just behind my head. Without pause or hesitation I felt dad's big broad tongue licking my paw clean as he tasted me…scented me… heard me… felt me up. Such a thrill, a rush – to be held like that by a male as he made you the center of his world, taking you in with every sense he possessed.

I couldn't see him, not much apart from the thick arm wrapped around my chest and the heavy paw kneading my breast. That made it more intense though, as other senses stepped in to compensate. I could feel hard heat both inside me and against my back, pressed hard enough to feel dad's heartbeat against my spine. Dad looked big because he was, but when he was behind me like this he always felt a little larger than life, and when he was on top of me with his weight pinning me down he felt like a giant. At that moment I wanted to feel him cover me, to feel him pound me into the mattress as I chewed on his pillow to keep quiet. I was actually trying to get enough breath to ask him to roll me over when his free hand reached out, grabbing my leg under the knee and pulling it up and opening me wide.

His next thrust drove the knot in and yanked it out half a second later, a sharp little yelp escaping my muzzle in spite of my efforts to keep quiet. The thick arm trapped under me shot out, covering my muzzle and muffling further horny-bitch noises as I was knot-fucked. Holding my leg up had opened me enough that I could really take a good fucking, but nobody could take this in silence. With nothing holding them, my fluffy tits were bouncing wildly, with dad's hand wrapped tight enough around my muzzle to keep me quiet.

All that escaped were the little whimpery noises coming out of my nose, but those were lost in the creaks of the bed straining under us and the low rumbling grunts of the male pounding into me. My ass was rippling with every jack-hammer thrust, my toes curling and clenching as the powerhouse body pressed against mine gave me everything it had. The tip was jabbing into my cervix every time, but my focus was lower down, on dad's growing knot.

I could no longer tell when it was jamming against my labia, trying to get in, and when my glistening folds were stubbornly clinging to it, making it difficult for dad to pull out. It was breaking the savage but smooth rhythm, a sure sign that we were getting closer to the finale. A part of me felt like it was too soon, but I still had sense enough to know that my body was being pushed to its limits as it was. The tempo was different – a savage thrust that pushed me up along the sheets, a few failed tugs and then finally a messy pull-out before that swollen bulge started battering away at me again.

After dad's next thrust sank it in he managed three tugs before I let out a plaintive whimper that stopped any further attempts. It was partly pain, but partly a sudden panic that if he did manage to yank it out it would be too big to fit back in. The wild humping changed into a very persistent grinding of dad's hips against my ass, my ears splaying at the sound of a low, muffled growl as the mass plugging my pussy ballooned up with every beat of the big dog's heart.

What it felt like… stretched doesn't cover it. Not even wrapped. I felt my stomach tighten as if it was trying to squeeze down even harder on the throbbing mass buried between my legs. I was managing only shuddering breaths, my muscles tense as the growing tie kept me on the verge of climax. I felt dad bury his dark, blocky muzzle in my neck, felt him growl against it just as the cock hilted in me began to twitch. When the first squirt surged against my cervix I think I came. I was making the right noises, and my body was shuddering and trembling against the bulk of the male claiming me.

Not that it mattered. When you're tied, an orgasm isn't release. There can be no real release with that huge swollen mass pressing hard against your g-spot and bulging your pussy out enough to also thump against your clit. I felt dad's hand release my muzzle and it went slack immediately, my breathing ragged as I drooled into his pillow.

So there it was – the abominable sin of incest. Dad was tied to me and his cum was rushing in to fill that place where even his cock couldn't reach, and like a good bitch in her prime I took it all. Not that I had a choice, with my pussy plugged with the mass still big enough to ensure that no matter how much dad pumped into me, I'd wind up taking every drop. And so help me god I wanted it. I wanted to savor that heat seeping in, to feel my womb expand as I was literally pumped full of cum.

As I reached down, my paw was trembling like I was a junkie in need of a fix, or someone trying to diffuse a ticking bomb. My paw-pads tenderly glided over labia forced to bulge out from the strain of holding the throbbing mass firmly inside. The heat of my smooth, slick folds was a thrill, as was the hard mass I could feel under the delicate flesh stretched taut over it. I gave them a few quick rubs before moving my fingertips higher.

I didn't dare touch my clit because I was sure even grazing it with my finger would make me yip and whimper. I pressed my paw-pads against the top, the bottom part of my cute little pubic tuft now slicked completely against my skin from the mess dad and I had made, a mess that was nothing compared to what was churning away an inch or so under my fingertips. I pressed down into the soggy fur and ran my paw in tiny circles, clenching my muzzle shut to keep quiet.

Dad gently lowered my leg, and when my thighs came together the cock trapped inside me felt just a little thicker. I felt his hand crawl over my side and down my belly and then under my own paw. Someone else doing this felt intense and him doing it felt right so I just rested my hand on top of his as he took over. Let's not kid ourselves – I could have done it better, but dad was good and the weight of his massive paw down there was thrilling as it rested on top of the womb he was flooding.

I moved a little, tiny squirming motions as I pushed back against dad's crotch and then back into his paw. My ass might have moved an inch or so on top of the mattress, but every little budge made the shaft and knot filling me rub against the most sensitive spots of the most sensitive part of my body. This was it – the big one, the one that might wind up knocking me out for a minute or so. My tummy began to tremble under dad's paw and I was sure he could feel it. Two dull claws were on either side of my clitoral hood as the strong calloused fingers rubbed my mound in little circles, applying just enough pressure to drive me past the point of no return.

I managed to grab the pillow and push it against my face, the last air in my lungs spent on a short, shuddering moan. I doubted Cody would have heard that, but on the chance he did the good thing was that he'd never believe it was made by anything other than a feral dog. My pussy clenched down hard as I pushed back against dad's hips, the tension in my body finally breaking. The pillow fell away from my blank face as almost every muscle in my body went completely slack, the sole exception being the ones twitching in rhythm and milking my dad's cock of anything it hadn't already dumped in me.

I clung to consciousness but barely, my head spinning a little until I got my breathing under control. My breasts rose and fell as I managed good, steady breaths, timed almost perfectly to the huffs I could feel as dad breathed into my scruff. His paw settled down but remained on my belly, and after what I've just ridden out belly rubs felt more perfect that I could describe. After all, what else are you gonna do while you wait for a certain swelling to go down?

“I think you can…" I panted out, feeling his knot shrinking enough for the tie to start leaking.

“Okay, lemme just find… here…" he said, passing me the sleeveless shirt he'd worn to bed. I folded it up and when he tugged himself free I pressed the cotton against my gushing pussy. Dad's… productive, in spite of his years and I learned early on that doing this with Kleenex means digging out cum-drenched pulp out of my crotch, so we stuck to improvised catch-rags.

Once I had a fistful of cotton in one hand, I slid the other one down and began prying my bruised lips open. There was a squirting noise and a thin spray of white before I got the shirt in place, grunting as dad pulled his knot free. Warm cum gushed around his shaft well before it slipped out, and once it was out I felt his seed run out of me as my body yielded what it couldn't hold. Dad rolled onto his back before helping me do the same, my paw pressed firmly between my legs as I let the mess drain from my freshly-bred pussy. We just lay there as our chests rose and fell – a wide and hard chest and a small but squishy one- until we finally gathered enough breath to speak.

“So, Friday night… you'll stay over at Jake's place?" My dad asked the ceiling.

“Yeah. You're fine with watching Cody, right?"

“We'll be fine. It's just… you're pretty serious about him, right?" he asked with the casual ease imparted by post-coital clarity.

“You know I am. He's on track to graduate this year, he's already got some job offers… It will take us a little while to find a place we can afford, but once we do…" I trailed off, scrunched my face up a little and rolled over to face him. “What are you getting at?"

“I was thinking… he's a good boy, that Jake. And this thing we're doing…" he trailed off, feeling awkward about mentioning the two of us fucking while the evidence of what 'we were doing' soaked into the shirt I had pressed to my crotch.

“Ughhhh dad, we've been over this!" I bemoaned.

“It's been some time since I got an 'Ughhhh dad!'"

“Sorry…" I said, giving him a peck on the side of his muzzle and apparently making the corner of his lip rise. “Look, it's not the same thing. This isn't a relationship, it's just… whatever. When I started going out with Jake, and when I started staying out with him, did you feel like I was cheating on you?"

“Of course not…"

“See? Look, I love you both and… yeah, it's probably weird that you both get to… uhhh, love me. And if anyone's doing anything wrong and being dishonest it's me. I mean, it's not like you want to steal me away from Jake, do you?"

“Of course not…"

“And if I wanted you like that, I never would have gotten together with Jake in the first place. So don't feel bad, okay? This… isn't a big deal. It hasn't been a big deal for three years, why should it become one now when it's almost over?"

“I just want you to know… you don't have to keep doing… anything… for my sake."

“I know." I said, snuggling up to him. I wasn't going to take the out he was giving me, but it was sweet of him to give me one. “Look, three years ago, I pretty much pushed you into this. It would feel wrong to just… push you away when I have what I need. When I move out we're done – I'll be an engaged woman and you'll have a bachelor pad. Until then…"

“All right, hon. We'll leave it at that…" he said, and since it seemed like we were done talking and I could feel my legs again I gave him another peck on the cheek before getting out of bed.

“Okay, I'll just toss this in the hamper and take a quick shower…" I said, a nice little euphemism considering I was going to spend several minutes rinsing my pussy while pressing down on my lower belly and still wind up sleeping with a folded towel between my legs. And the worst thing was that I caught a glimpse of dad's sack before he pulled his blanket up and the damned thing looked ready to give me another load just as big as the one leaking out of me if I just got in the bed and let him.

No Abby, out, out! Just for that – cold water!

*******

“Guess who!" I chirped, standing on the tips of my paws with my hands over Jacob's eyes.

“I give up…"

“Aren't you at least gonna try?" I asked, still blinding him, denying him the exciting vista of a community college hallway.

“Cute girls sneak up on me all the time, I can't be expected to keep track of them all…" Jake insisted.

“But how many of them are mere hours away from being birthday girls?"

“Oh, hey Abby!" he said and after I released him he turned around and left his muzzle exposed for a quick kiss. “We still on for our date tomorrow?"

“Mmm-hmm. Big dog's got little dog for the night, and you've got me…" I purred.

“Drinks, dancing and then my place?" he asked, letting his arms slip around me and pressing me a little against him.

“For some proper celebrating. I want us to get wild enough for you to be on the agenda at your next tenant's association meeting…"

“Fuck Abby, you know how to build anticipation. Can you… feel the hype?"

“Lemme see…" I crooned, pressing tighter against him. “Ooh, you're right! Hey, when do you have to be in class?"

“Well we could grab a quick coffee if we're… ok, after you use the girl's room…" he amended as I began to drag him towards the ladies' bathroom. He only realized something was amiss when I dragged him inside.

“Abby I don't think I'm supposed to be in…" he began, looking adorably confused as he cast furtive glances. The place was empty, and so was the stall I pushed him into, closing and locking the door behind us.

“First time?" I asked.

“Since junior high. Some older boys thought it would be funny to throw me in…" he whispered.

“Awwww, poor baby! Don't worry, I didn't bring you here to bully you…"

“So why did you bring me here?"

“Well to take care of this!" I murmured, placing a hand on the bulge in his pants that was getting bulgier at my touch. “I can't have you walking around with this thing like some sort of sex-maniac! People know we're together, I'll be a maniac by association!" I insisted, moving my hand up to his belt buckle.

“Abby, you're not really going to… holy shit, you're serious!" he muttered, the reality of his predicament hitting him just as his pants hit the floor.

“Don't worry, I won't make you late for class…" I said, getting down on my knees and coming face to face with what will be my birthday present tomorrow.

“Not that I'm worried, but if someone walks in and catches us?" he said, groaning as I toyed with about five inches of doggy-dick, with more coming out in spite of the owner's anxiety.

“What? I'm a girl, I'm allowed to be in here…"

“I was thinking about me…" he whispered, not exactly trying to fight off the girl squatting in front of him and expertly fondling his sheath.

“Oh yeah! Ooohh, you'd be sooo fucked! You better stay real quiet. Or make girly noises, whatever…"

If Jacob was going to say something else he failed the moment I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. The best he could manage was a soft groan that still sounded loud in the tiled room. Awwww, my poor doggy! I can't believe he used to have bullies. He was brainy but also pretty big being a Kangal and all and he kept in shape enough for it to show. But I guess before he hit his growth spurt he might have been a quiet bookish boy and thus an easy target. Well, after I'm done he's going to have fond memories of someone pushing him into the girl's room. I feel like a trauma therapist, although I don't think they actually work this way.

I'd gotten good at this, if I do say so myself. Muzzle opened nice and wide to take in a seriously big dog, teeth out of the way as my nimble tongue got to work, twisting around the smooth rosy length. The taste was having an effect on some part of my brain and my nose was twitching as I took in the scent of him. There was nothing left in his sheath but a bulge, so I pulled it down and let his knot slip out as I moved my hand down. Jacob's sheath was a creamy color that almost matched my own fur, but the sack I was palming was as dark as his muzzle. My big puppy was leaning against the stall wall, hands pressed flat against it as he tried to keep quiet. He never actually got rough when I blew him but he generally liked to put his hands on my head. Ear scratchies were always appreciated and always seemed to make me work just a little harder.

I don't think that I'd have to. Jacob was obviously tense but there was one part of him that was liking my little impulsive surprise. I had a nice pawful to play with, the two nuts thrillingly hefty in my palm as I gently fondled them. I don't think it will take us a lot of trying to give Cody a little sibling with what Jake was packing. Man it was going to be awesome going through a pregnancy with the daddy around! Feet swollen from carrying the baby-belly? Foot rubs. Back hurting from milk-heavy breast? Backrubs. Hormones driving you a horny kind of crazy? Loving, lazy sex sessions with your puppy daddy!

Ahhhh, there we go - ear scratchies! If I didn't have a toilet behind me, my curved tail would be wagging like crazy right now. But while my tail couldn't move, my tongue was going wild. As I gently ran my muzzle back and forth along Jacob's length the big long dog-tongue twirled around the canine erection that was leaking like crazy.

Keeping up with the deluge was easy now, but I knew that once these heavy nuts started twitching, I'd have to do my best to gulp down everything Jacob sprayed down my throat. The whole premise of this little bit of mischief was that I was making him presentable, and if I wound up with a facial the whole plan would… well, blow up in my face.

“Fuck Abby… nghhh, you're amazing…" he groaned softly. I gotta say I loved the positive reinforcement and that strained voice was really doing things for me, but given where we were and what we were doing I'd forgive him if he kept silent.

I suppose I was amazing though, and must have looked cute as hell judging by the way he was gazing down at me. What's not to love about a cute fluffy face bobbing as my little triangular ears swiveled and twitched while Jacob ran his fingers through my thick soft fur. And looking up at him I can't complain about the view I had. Good genes, a good diet and an active lifestyle had left my puppy with hard abs that were twitching and trembling as I pushed him closer and closer to the point of no return. Nice wide shoulders too, and a handsome face with a nice masculine blocky muzzle. This really was a flattering angle for him. Most of the time when I had him in my mouth it was my rump facing him and not my eyes, so I guess I missed out on this, like right now I was missing firm hands opening my pussy up and a strong broad tongue pushing in.

No! Focus Abby, focus! You don't want to be caught off-guard when he pops. He didn't have long to go, and I knew for a fact I could just push him over. The knot my nose was booping every time I took the tip in my throat was already big and throbbing, inviting something to grab hold and squeeze hard. But that was cheating. What I liked to do in this situation was wait for his first squirt before I grabbed hold of that god-damned thing and used it as a stress-relief ball.

Keen canine ears swiveled and the sound of feminine chatter, and perked in alarm as the door clicked open. Both I and Jacob froze as animated voices started ringing out against the tiles, and I almost pulled my muzzle off but Jacob kept my head where it was. So, he was willing to take the risk rather than see his pride and joy slip from my mouth? I could appreciate that, and the way I suckled on him showed it. I saw his powerful jaw clench as he made sure that not a peep would escape while I went back to my work.

No one was walking in to use the facilities, and when I heard zippers and handbags being rifled through I knew it was just some girls coming in to fix their makeup. One of the voices seemed familiar, and when I heard the laugh I placed it. Heather Lawson, which was great because the ewe never shut up! On and on she went, nothing but bla, bla, bla (or rather baa, baa, baa), her gossip serving as white-noise to mask the slurps coming from our stall. I have to admit, it was kind of turning me on - I was going to town on my boyfriend's cock as eager as any porn-star while two random girls powdered their muzzles mere feet away.

Fuck, I'd teased Jacob about walking around with a stiffy, but the way things were going my panties were going to squish once I sat down. I never really realized how turned on I got blowing him because whenever I did he was usually doing something back there. Now there was nothing but the sensation of silky fabric clinging to my steamy sex as it soaked up more and more while Jacob did his best not to writhe against the stall wall.

When the big dangly balls pulled up I knew what I was in for, and I was almost as desperate as Jacob was. The voices were gone, I'd never even noticed the two girls walk out as all of my attention narrowed down to the cock now twitching in my mouth. I pressed my tongue along the underside, forming a nice tight seal as I let the tip rest deep in my mouth. My free paw was ready, and when the first rope struck the back of my throat I grabbed on and squeezed hard. Jacob's knees almost buckled as he pressed both paws against the back of the stall, a muffled growl getting away from him as he began to breed my muzzle. I was really giving it to the knot because I knew for a fact it liked as tight a grip as I could manage, while the now snug pouch between his thighs liked just a gentle stroke and fondle. I once remarked how hilarious it would be if I got the two bulges confused and mixed things up. Jacob didn't think it would be funny.

And there was nothing funny about the flood of puppy-spunk now spraying down my throat. The knot in my grip was throbbing in time to the twitches of Jacob's cock the red rod filling my cute little muzzle and trying to drown me as my fist matched every throb with a squeeze, mimicking a happy puppy-pussy wrapped nice and tight around him. That puppy-pussy was almost crying at being left out of the fun, which would explain the wet panties.

I almost choked as a few of Jacobs spurts hit hard against the back of my throat, but after the first dozen wild blasts his orgasm tapered off into a rhythmic squirting. The easy way to do this was to just leave the tip in and let your doggo fill your muzzle, but I just like the feel of my jaw wide open and my mouth full of horny puppy meat as the red rod flexed trapped between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Once the spraying turned into a lazy leak I took my hands off him and gave him a few good licks while it shrank down and went back into its sheath. My job done, I tucked Jacob's puppy-bit's back in just as he cupped my chin and helped me up. Not caring where my mouth had just been, he pulled me into a deep kiss that had my ears flicking back into the fluff at the top of my head as my curved tail wagged like crazy while our tongues twisted like mating snakes.

“You know… I could think of an excuse to be late for class if you need me to…" he said, and tempting as it was I shook my head.

“I'll be fine. I'll tear you up tomorrow, but I'll be fine now…" I threatened.

“Then what's with that face?" he whispered, and I had to cover my muzzle to muffle my giggles.

“It's just that… your breath smells like cum…" I snickered, prompting Jacob to dig around in his pocket and fish out some gum. “Oooh, you think of everything!" I said as we each popped one into our muzzles and shared a now minty kiss.

*******

“So you're saying there are better drinks than this?" I asked, loud enough to be heard over the music. The bar was shielded a little from the dance floor where it was really blaring enough to make people move, something I was going to take advantage of after another drink or two. The last few shards of ice were all that was left of my first Mudslide, and I was tempted to just keep sliding all night long.

“How 'bout Sex On The Beach?" Jacob suggested.

“You'll be having sex on the bitch once I get you home, but I'd like a few more drinks first…" I replied with a giggle. That Mudslide had tasted like melted coffee ice cream, but it was apparently strong enough to give me a decent buzz.

“If you keep making jokes like that and laughing at them, the barman's going to decide you're drunk enough and cut you off…" he warned, but luckily my bad jokes didn't prevent us from being served two murky, orange and above all delicious drinks.

We took turns sipping and talking about… nothing really. Just kind of making relationship-noises. We were leaning close to each other, as close as the bar-stools we were on would allow and I could make out most of what he was saying over the music. A bit of chit chat, a bit of flirting, his paw resting on the bar and my paw resting on his. Just enjoying each other's company and our drinks until we got too antsy to sit and got up to dance. My tail was already doing it, so it was just a matter of the rest of us joining it.

This is something I really missed out on. I kinda went from mostly-innocent teen relationships into a long single-mom dry spell. What I did with dad had served to take care of my body's needs, but even a pair of incestuous degenerates like us wouldn't mess up a good father-daughter relationship with lovey-dovey stuff. I sometimes toyed with the idea of telling Jake about it. I've actually had the same dream a few times – me sitting him down and coming clean and him reacting like I told him that I just drank all the milk and there wasn't any left for his cereal. That was a ridiculous idea though. The more I listened to Jacob and the more I looked at him the more I realized that my tail had the right idea. So I stuck my straw into my muzzle and finished my fruity cocktail before taking my big dog's paw and dragging him out on the dance floor…

*******

“Whoa, easy there…" Jacob rumbled as I stumbled a little. And why shouldn't I, with a handsome dog like him to catch me and hold me steady against his hard, warm body? I'd managed to keep it together at the bar, but now that we were in his apartment with the door locked I was feeling giddy and lightheaded for more reasons than booze.

“Are you saying I'm too drunk to stand?" I asked, kissing my way up his neck as the hands that had been holding me steady went to just holding me tight.

“Maybe I should let you go and find out? Bet you'd look adorable falling flat on your ass…"

“Ooooor, mebbe you should… carry me!" I barked out, my legs launching me up and wrapping fast around Jake's hips. I was hanging from him for a fraction of a second before I felt big hands attached to strong arms slide under my tush, my tail wagging as I settled into my new seat.

Jacob carried me like I weighed no more than a bag of groceries, my arms wrapped around his thick neck as I pressed my lips to his. His tongue pushed into my muzzle and I moaned as our tongues twisted around each other, aware that I was being carried to the bedroom with as much haste as my trusty steed could manage. He tried to lay me down on the bed all gentle and romantic, but he wasn't exactly sober either so we wound up plopping down with him bracing himself just in time to stop himself from squishing me.

The little bedroom filled with horny puppy noises as paws worked in near darkness to get the pesky clothing out of the way. Our kiss was getting hungrier and sloppier by the second, and the sensible thing would have been to break it up and strip properly. We only did it when we ran out of both breath and patience, shedding our clothes and climbing into bed together. Jake switched the bedside lamp on and our pale coats shone in the soft light. The dark-furred parts of him stood out in the pale-beige fur, like his cute blocky muzzle, his floppy ears, and the big, heavy-looking sack he would soon be draining inside the bitch staring at him. I saw his gaze travel up from my open legs, crawling along my tummy, lingering on my fluffy tits and locking onto my eyes.

“C'mere…" I purred but Jacob was already leaning over, looming over poor little me in such a way that had butterflies dancing somewhere behind my belly-button. I wanted to look into those deep brown eyes of his, but I couldn't help but steal a gander a little lower, catching just a glimpse of something rosy-red and as eager as I was. “Mhhhh, thank you for tonight…"

“Is that your way of telling me you're going to sleep?" he asked, and I gave him a quick kiss, just to reassure him.

“I meant for the night out. Now I'm in the mood for a night in…" I insisted, letting a little growly tone creep into my voice as I laid my paws on his shoulders and pulled him a little closer.

“Now you're talking…" Jake said, play-growling right back at me as I pulled him in for another kiss.

“Mhhhhh, I'm so horny and so grateful… you could do anything to me… unspeakable things!" I crooned as he nuzzled my throat, moving my muzzle right against one of his floppy ears before elaborating. “You could have my butt…"

“I don't think that's how birthday anal works…"

“I could get on all fours, raise my tail…"

“Babe, your tail is always up. You wanna make things kinky, try lowering it…" he said, bending his head down to flick his tongue against one of my nipples, while I played with his dark floppy ears. “Why don't we save that for when you're a little more clear-headed? Stick to something we know we both like?"

“Like whaAaaaahhhhnngh! Ungghh…"

I had intended to respond with some kind of cute, teasing remark, but two fingers plunging into my steamy pussy cut me off and reminded me we didn't come to this room to chat. I knew I was horny, I had practically peeled my panties off a minute ago, but as Jacob's fingers squished around inside me it really helped to drive the point home. I could just let him do this for a little longer – nibbling on my nub and poking around my slippery little slit until I soaked his paw, but there was something down there that was as eager to get inside me as I was desperate to take it in. My paw slid between us, fumbling desperately through two fluffy coats pressed against each other until I found something wet, sleek and already hard. The bulk of my big dog shifted as he took the hint, his muzzle still pushed into my fluffy cleavage as his hips pulled back and his fingers left my pussy, making room for something else. My fingers were trembling as I tried to guide the tip making a wet trail along my pubic tuft, the hot, tapered tip grazing my clit and making my ears flick before it dropped down and caught in the wet cleft desperate to have it.

“Ohhhhh, I love you… I love… love youuUuuuhhhhhnnn!"

He didn't say it back. Not with words anyway, but the red mass parting my lips and spreading my quivering tunnel spoke volumes. Besides, this wasn't one of those times when one of those “I love you – I love you too" occasions and he knew it. Jacob knew I tended to throw the L-word out in the heat of the moment, usually in the tone of voice most people reserved for an empathic 'fuck me!'. I occasionally whispered out a fuck me while me and dad were doing our thing, but an “I love you" at that moment would fuck things up between us. Not with Jake. It was okay to be as romantic and as lovey-dovey as I wanted while he was fucking my brains out, so I always made sure to get it out of my system.

He moved forward, sheathing himself in one smooth stroke and bringing his muzzle level with mine. My arms went around him, one across that hunched, muscular back while the other went under one of his arms to dig furrows in the thick fur covering his scruff. I didn't need to pull him down but I held him down just in case as we shared a passionate and sloppy kiss while his tip tickled my cervix. The knot still wasn't touching my folds but I could swear I could feel the heat coming off it on the wet labia hugging Jake's cock as amorously as I was hugging the rest of my doggy.

I wriggled a little, just savoring both the sensation of the hard heat filing me and the way it made the canine cock shift inside me. Not trying to squirm away, nor to take initiative. Jake was going to give it to me, and he was going to give it to me good, but I figured there was no harm in showing just how eager I was to get it. I think he was getting the idea because his hips were also starting to move, prompting me to keep mine still.

Just slow, pulling out just far enough to move his tip from my cervix before he'd push back in, lazy but thrilling and accompanied by his big broad tongue twisting around mine. I'd have to let him up at some point – once he got active on top of me he'd need to breathe and pant like the big dog he was. But I needed this right now as much as I needed the slick shaft probing inside me. Sloppy, passionate and above all romantic kissing. I don't want to call what dad and I did 'just sex' because sex that amazing shouldn't be preceded by 'just', but this was different.

Jacob was my lover, the man I was going to marry, the man who was going to put a puppy in me at some point in the near future. There was no need to pussy-foot around anything, to be one thing in bed and another thing entirely during the rest of the day. Once we broke our kiss I could stare him right in his eyes and let him stare into mine without worries about things getting weird. I wonder if he sensed that, in the way I pulled him down as we moaned into each other's muzzles, in the way my legs were lifting off the mattress as his thrusts grew longer.

“Nghhhh, Abby…" he groaned, our noses touching as we panted.

“J-Jake… mnooohhhhgod… fuh...fuck me…please, I… fuh…" I breathed out. I wanted to moan, if not cry out, but I was breathless, my chest heaving under Jacob's as he held himself up, keeping that hard big-dog body from squishing his fluffy little Abigail. And I'll let him, for now…

His pull-out stayed slowly and lazy, but he was almost jabbing in now. Still keeping those ferocious humping instincts in check but picking up the pace because the bitch under him was getting impatient, and showing it. I raised my legs a little higher and froze them in place when the tilt of my hips changed just enough for him to hit the right spot on every thrust. If my yip didn't make it clear that he was hitting his (or rather my) mark, my hand on his scruff drove the point home. That's right, it's not just boy dogs that like to go for those when getting frisky – bitches like a nice pawful too, especially when we feel the need to hold on for dear life. He was really working these hips now, huffing and puffing into my face, his breath smelling like a cocktail of cocktails. I let him catch his breath but kept giving him little canine lick-kisses on his chin, his muzzle and the tip of his black nosepad. Why? Because I could, that's why!

At least until I'm reduced to a panting mess. Ho boy, won't be long now! I just felt the knot kiss my lips, and it wasn't a romantic kind of kiss either. I took a little work for dogs as big as Jacob and dad to sheathe themselves even in a dripping-eager bitch, but they loved putting the work in. Girth was easy – the tip opened a girl up and then you just give her a few seconds to get used to the sensation of being wrapped around the dog's bone as tight as a condom. But the length was another thing – my body was adjusting to Jake one loving, eager thrust at a time, until that magic moment when…

“Eeeehhhhyyaaaah!" cried the bitch who'd just experienced the magical moment of a knot slipping in and a thick sheath pressed against her folds.

“You okay?" he asked, and I responded by wrapping every available limb I had around him. Seriously, even my tail curled up and cradled his balls as I savored the sensation of taking everything he had to give. Well, at least until those balls started to unload. As tight as my grip was, Jacob was a seriously big dog and a clingy bitch wasn't going to stop him from moving. He wouldn't be able to manage slow, sensuous strokes, but I wasn't in the mood for those anyway. He yanked the knot out and it slipped effortlessly out of my gushing pussy, still only big enough to give a horny bitch an extra thrill but not big enough to slow things down.

Both the mattress and the rickety bed were complaining as Jacob hit his stride, and once I caught enough breath to really get howling and moaning I'm sure the neighbors could to. Well, he'll be moving out soon enough, so no big deal there. At this point all I could manage was babbling that would have been incoherent even if I had been sober. In general I was telling Jake to fuck me, that I loved him, and that I loved him fucking me. I'm pretty sure he got the gist of it because he was giving me a whole lot to love.

Less than a minute into it I came, crying out as only a mother can when she knows for a fact that her sleeping cub is miles away and definitely out of earshot. I was gripping Jake's scruff so hard my fingers were cramping up and when my climax hit me my legs were wrapped tight enough around him that he could have gotten up and I would have just clung to him. He'd kept pumping me through my orgasm, the swelling knot churning out our combined mess and soaking our fur. Wet dog and wet bitch, what's not to like about that smell?

“Mmmhhoooohhgod Jake… ssshoOoooohh… good!" I moaned and yipped, coming down from my climax with just enough wits about me to get some words out. Usually my first cum just gets me primed and ready for more, but I had been well and truly drunk before we started and an orgasm hadn't exactly sobered me up.

“You like it… ngh!... birthday-girl?" he grunted, and I giggled as my tail wagged, slapping between his thighs.

“Luuuuhve it… mghh!... luv you… fuck…" I murmured. Birthday? Like I had any idea what day it was at this point. Or where I was. All I knew was that I was under my big doggy and that was where I wanted to stay.

“Just you –uuGhh!- wait… I'm gonna do you so good you're –mpfh!- gonna call me daddy!" he said, and I let out a giggle that shook with every thrust he made into me, the knot still moving freely but tugging on my lips in just the right way.

“Nnnhooo way! I –aAaah!- don't even call d-daddy that! 'Specially when –Mpffhhh!- when we're…" I said, trailing off because some part of my brain managed to raise a serious red flag.

Jacob went silent after that, not counting the grunts. Didn't break his stride though, but that didn't mean anything. This far into it nothing short of a tranq-gun could have stopped him. Did he hear that? Did I say it out loud? I think my wires must have gotten crossed and I wound up in one of those dreams when I tell him about me and dad and everything's normal. Even if he did hear it, did he understand? His tolerance was higher than mine, but he still matched me drink for drink, so what little blood his brain is getting was pretty close to a Bloody Mary.

“Uuuuwwaaaaghhh!" I cried out as a sharp thrust kept his swelling knot dead-on my clit for a second until it pushed through. The next few tugs failed to yank it out but thankfully my labia let it loose and I was once again getting what little sense I had fucked out of me.

Abby, you're being paranoid. You didn't let anything slip, you're just scared shitless about fucking up so much you can't enjoy a good… no – great fucking! That's it, good girl – just forget about what you may or may not have said and hold your doggy tight, take deep breaths and take him deep. There, isn't that better? Go ahead, give him a kiss… see that, see how he's kissing you back? Does it seem like he's grossed out by you?

My worries soon went away, pounded out of me along with my breath as Jacob humped hard enough to move me back and forth on the mattress. My hips were moving too, completely uncoordinated since even if we'd both been sober there was no way in hell to coordinate this. Thrust, thrust, slorp, tug, tug, yank, thrust, growl, tug, whimper, squish… there was no rhythm to this, only mad motion of two bodies that you couldn't pry apart with a crow bar. If you managed to get in close enough to see, what Jacob's knot was doing to my glistening pussy might have seemed brutal, but I was enough into it that all I felt was fullness and a delicious heat radiating from between my legs. It was like slipping into a nice hot bath… if the bath could fuck you like the slutty puppy you were. So probably not like a hot bath.

“Ahhh-Abby… I'm…"

“M-me… too… do –unhhhhHhh!- do it…please…"

He didn't need to be told twice, and I'm not gonna lie the next few thrusts did hurt a little as a bulbous, swollen knot tried desperately to batter it's way past my lips. If we'd been sober we probably would have given up and I would have just reached down and squeezed it to get Jacob off, but were both horny and desperate for a tie so biology would just have to go along with it. When it finally did push in I cried out while Jake chose to bury his muzzle in my tits to muffle his growl. Fuck, some stray bitch is going to get a lot of dirty looks tomorrow because no one would believe a nice self-respecting girl like Jacob was dating would howl like this!

He was stock still, growling fiercely while looking like a puppy with his face hidden in my fluffy tits. I was anything but still – I was moving my hips as much as I could, clinging as I was to my big dog's bulk. I was tugging and yanking secure in the knowledge that there was no way I could slip off, and only calmed down when I felt the hot release of Jake's cum surge deep inside me. In a weird, Zen-like moment I imagined how intense this was going to be when we started trying for a puppy, and I came around Jake's spurting cock with that thought stuck in my head, feeling my abdominal muscles clench as I began milking my doggy dry.

He'd flopped down on me at some point, a big Kangal shepherd squishing little ol' me under him with me barely noticing. My limbs had gone limp at some point, all but the hand still gripping my scruff so Jake took a good hold of me as he rolled onto his back. Not that he had to bother. He was still squirting and his knot was still big enough to pull me along on top of him, but I definitely didn't mind his arms around me as I went from being pinned to being an Akita-shaped blanket.

“Abby? You gonna pass out on me?" he murmured in my ear as I was getting comfy on top of him.

“Mnnnhhoo. Just gonna… rest muh eyes… frrrr one minute. Then I'm gonna… mnhhhhhyou so hard…" I murmured into Jacob's fluffy neck before my lights went out and stayed out. Not that I wanted to, but counting the throbs of a shepherd turned out to be as effective as counting sheep, not to mention that I was being filled with something warm and… milky, so what chance did I have?

*******

It didn't take me long to work out Jacob was up, even with my brain still gently marinated. His bed was only queen-sized, and even so took up almost all of the tiny bedroom. Not big enough for two people to get lost in, and when the smell of coffee reached my canine nose I knew exactly where he was. I sat up and examined myself. Fuck, the birthday girl had fun and decided a shower was something future Abigail would handle, but I felt like I needed coffee more than I needed a shower and I really needed a shower.

As bleary eyed as I was I didn't miss what I'd been sensible to lay out last night, probably on muscle memory. I reached out and popped a pill out of its blister and swallowed it with some water I needed more desperately than I realized. Water in me for now, water on me a little later.

Definitely before getting dressed, so I just shrugged on a bathrobe I kept at Jake's place, exited the tiny bedroom and found myself in the living-room/kitchen. Studio apartments didn't leave you a lot of time to think while going from one room to the next, and I wasn't a hundred percent on what happened last night. Jacob looked clear eyed, so I wondered if the brown brew had done its magic on him, or if it was just nervous energy.

“Mornin'..." I mumbled, stopping myself from walking up to him to give him a kiss. Wouldn't be fair, not until I brushed my teeth…

“Morning…" he replied with a little sympathetic smile at the woman suffering from her first serious hangover. A warm smile. Maybe I didn't fuck up last night? I know I was smashed but how sober was he?

“I thought I'd let you sleep in. I didn't wake you, did I?"

“Not with any noise. Think the smell did it…" I said, pouring a cup and dunking a spoonful of sugar in.

“How do you feel?"

“Mhhhh, as good as I look…" I murmured, blowing into my cup before taking a sip.

“That bad, huh?" he asked, and his smile made the corners of my muzzle lift. We sat there, sipping in what we were pretending was a comfortable silence until he finally broke it.

“You feel up for talking about the elephant?" he asked, dropping his smile but still looking like someone who genuinely cared for me. Not like someone disgusted and about to break things off. So, not terrible…

“I… uhhhh, fuck…" I moaned, resting the cup on the table and my face in my paw.

“So uhhh, I guess it wasn't a joke or something?"

“No I…it… it is what you think, okay? Me and dad…" I said, or tried to. It was his ears, the way they splayed as I took away the last straw he'd been grasping, that this was drunk Abby's quirky sense of humor.

“Okay, I… sorry, this is a lot… Abby, I gotta ask… I can't believe I'm asking but… when did it start? Did he…" he trailed off, and it took a while for my dehydrated brain to catch his train of thought and the first ugly scenario that must have popped into his mind.

“Wha… no it's not… we started three years ago, and I was the one who started it. Like… literally. Paul… dad tried to push me away, convince me it was a bad idea. I didn't let him… We were both lonely, that was it…" I said. Jake didn't actually breathe a sigh of relief, but I could see it in the set of his shoulders, the tilt of his ears. I'm not sure if he was relieved that I wasn't being abused, or that dad wasn't the kind of guy who could abuse his daughter.

“It's… it's just sex." I said. I didn't want to get graphic, but I figured I'd lay it all out, hoping that I wouldn't push Jacob past what he could put up with. “The first time we did it… the next morning everything was… well, normal I guess. Still just father and daughter, no harm done. So we did it again and… and didn't stop. Not even… not even when we started dating…"

“Okay, so…. it's not as bad as I thought but… fuck, this is still a lot to take in…"

“Jacob I…I kept this from you because I kept it from everyone, but I never lied to you. I love you, and I'll still love you if you decide this is one fuck-up to much, that it's more than you can deal with."

“I can. I will, I just… it's kind of like a sucker-punch. This really took the wind out of me but I'll get up. When were you going to… I mean how long…"

“Until we move out. A sixteen year old can't be a single mom, Jake. I saddled my dad with a lot, and he put his needs and his life aside to help me with Cody. When we're out of his fur he can get his life back on track, start dating…" I said, hoping I didn't just go and fuck all that up. Aaaaand hoping I didn't just tell him that I'm not actually planning on ditching dad before that time.

“I… fuck. It's going to sound… selfish, I guess? - but I really want you for myself. I still want you Abby, I guess I wouldn't be jealous otherwise. But this has been going on before I came along… if it hadn't come up it would have probably finished without me knowing about it. I don't want to tell you what you can and can't do. I broke up with my last girlfriend because she laid down some ultimatums like that." he said, heaving a sigh and taking a breath before continuing.

“This is huge, but it hasn't changed the way I feel about you. Everything we've talked about, the plans we made - the three of us moving in together… I still want to be a husband to you and a father to Cody, to give him a little brother or sister… I still want to go down that road with you, this is just a bump along the way…"

“You really have a thing for girls who fuck up, huh?" I said, smiling a little as my tail wagged behind me.

“I don't love you because you fuck up Abigail, I love you because you own up to it and do what you can to move forward. Everyone's going to mess things up sooner or later in life, and it's how you deal with it that counts."

“So is that your way of telling me even you are going to do something stupid?"

“Already have…" he said, my cup half-way to my mouth as my tail froze and ears perked.

“I never told this to anyone. It was my senior year when we were on a school trip and one of the teachers invited me to her room. I was eighteen, I wasn't in any of her classes, so I guess it wouldn't have been a big deal. But she was married and I knew it when I took her up on her offer. We kept it up for a couple of months, until I graduated. I think that was her plan - she knew that I'd be out of her hair soon enough. I'm not sure I was the first she'd done that with, never bothered to find out. It's easier to think I'm just one in a long line of boy-toys, and not someone who might have fucked up a marriage or broken up a family." he said, the paw holding his cup twitching a little.

“So that's what I do when I fuck up - walk away and never tell anyone, just keeping it as my dirty secret and pretending that everything is fine. You pick yourself up and try to do better. Keep that in mind if you ever feel like I'm too good for you…" he said.

“Well, in the interest of full disclosure, I was trying to keep my first fuck-up under wraps, but morning sickness gave me away…" I said, and we smiled, one fuck up at another. I drained my cup before speaking again.

“Did you shower yet?"

“No but… yeah we really should…" he said, his nosepad twitching as the scent of coffee was replaced by that of two dirty dogs. “Ahh shit, I forgot about these…" he said, rising and rummaging around in the little kitchen area.

“Awwwww!" I cooed as he set down a plate with two muffins, one with a 2 candle and the other with a 1.

“Yeah, I guess we weren't really hungry when we came back. Not for muffins, anyway. Didn't even remember to put them in the fridge, not sure if they're safe to eat…" he suggested, but I was leaning forward and sniffing like crazy at the tiny brown cakes.

“I think they're fine. They're chocolate-mint and mint like… keeps things fresh, right?"

“I'm not sure that's how it works…" he said skeptically, poking one with his claw to demonstrate the hard crust they'd formed.

“Okay, so they aren't perfect. Neither are we. So come on, light the candles. I've got my wish ready to go…"

*******

We got over it. Or were getting there. It had been about two weeks since my birthday, and we were acting normal and as far as I could tell feeling normal. I didn't tell dad that Jake knew about us. Things were good now but I felt like they were a house of cards, ready to fall apart if I poked at it. It was only going to be a matter of months until we moved out. And then this thing with dad would be over anyway, and he'll think his shameful secret was safe. And in the interest of keeping things normal, I didn't actually stop visiting my dad, just to keep up appearances.

It seemed to be going well until one morning I opened my eyes and reached for my blister pack, ready to take the first of the seven placebo pills.

And then I noticed there were only six in the white-pill row, and to make matters worse there was an extra pink one. I counted back, my claw working back popped blister by popped blister until I realized what I'd done. The day I woke up with that hangover I'd been just functional enough to take my pill, but not to pay attention to the row! I took one that did absolutely nothing! At the worst possible moment! So there I was, one visit to the pharmacy later - sitting on the toilet, holding a pee-soaked stick in my trembling paws, and waiting for it to tell me that I'm…

Fucked!

Successfully fucked! Okay, so just calm down, it's not the end of the world. Jacob wouldn't freak out, we were planning on trying quite soon for a baby of our own. Except it might not be ours. I mean, his chances were pretty great. After the mutual unburdening, we had spent much of the weekend reaffirming our bond in the emotional and physical sense, which was probably why this fucking thing was showing positive. There's just a teeny, tiny chance that this might be dad's puppy. The two of them look so much alike, if the baby doesn't take after me it's going to look like it could be either of theirs. Jacob… fuck I know you said you admire the way I own up to my fuck-ups, but I think that everyone would be happier if I just kept this one to myself…