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Valerie hated that her husband decided to drag her to so many stupid places. The black cat was not much for going out and doing things. She took a drag of a cigarette as she stood next to her husband, who had the goofiest grin on his face. As they sat outside of a massive arena, various animals wearing jerseys and other fan memorabilia were waiting for the game to start. And she stood out like a sore thumb wearing violet eyeshadow, a black leather skirt, a punk band tee, and fishnet leggings.

“Val! VAL!” Thomas said, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he held her arm, “We’re gonna see the Lakeview Smashers!” He spoke, looking at her excitedly. She was not a big fan of sports, but her husband was, and it was his birthday, and she wanted to let him have some fun, even if she wasn’t the biggest hockey fan. And she loved seeing her husband happy.

“Yeah, woo-hoo.” Valerie deadpanned as she finished her cigarette, snuffed it out against the palm of her hand and the fingerless leather gloves, and put it in a case in her purse. Thomas frowned at seeing her do that but didn’t talk about it; he was used to her…eccentricities just as much as she was used to his.

“And we got glass seats!” He said happily, and seeing him so happy at least made her happy. She wasn’t a big sports fan, but she loved Thomas, and she gave him a smile. She would try to like this; she’d gone to a few hockey games with him.

“Cost a pretty penny I hope you enjoy it, babe,” Valarie said to her husband with that same soft smile on her face. He picked her up by her waist when they were younger; she would let out a mewl of surprise, but she’s used to him and his physical affection. “And besides, I needed out of the house anyway.”

“Thanks, and you know you don’t have to do that just for me; just being near you is enough.” Thomas admitted the retriever had a way of saying the right things. Animals often thought that he was a bit of a dullard, but he was a lot smarter than he gave off.

“Oh, the arena’s opening!” He said as he put her down carefully, and the two went inside. Valarie had been in the arena a few times, mostly to watch her favorite punk band perform. Thomas also joined her for those; he even wore black and fishnets! So, showing up for a hockey game or two wasn’t too out of her wheelhouse.

Inside the arena proper, the place was decorated for the game. It was going to be the game the Smashers had to win to go to the Stanley Cup, something they hadn’t done since 1990.

And because of this, the arena was decorated to the nines with the players' visages for this hockey game. Discounts at the concessions were being given for residents of Lakeview who came to attend, and in general the place was electric with excitement.

“Oh, I hope Caster Jones gets a shorthanded goal. That’d spike his Expected Goals Above Average like crazy.” He said his voice went from his normal cadence to a stereotypical nerdy one.

“And that means?” Valerie asked, and Thomas thought for a few moments, explaining it to her, and then he remembered he was the statistics nerd and not her. And so he spoke up.

“Nerdy number thing that you won’t care for.” Thomas said, and Valarie took his word for it. She had a degree that dealt with math some of the time, but her husband was the one with the master's in statistics.

“Oh! You want a snack? I’ll buy it. Thomas asked as he pointed to one of the many, many concession stands dotting the concourse of the arena.

“Nachos are always good.” She spoke, and she pointed to the concession stand that was selling fully loaded nachos, and he smiled. The two of them loved sharing food when going out and fully loaded anything: fries, tater tots, burgers, etc. Instant win for the two. Walking up, the two saw a wide array of loaded nachos.

“Hmm, decisions, decisions.” Valerie said, as she looked at the menu, there were plain cheese and tortilla nachos. Nachos with guac, three cheeses, etc.

“Want to split the ultra-loaded ones?” Thomas pointed to the fifth option among them; it was nachos loaded with guac, sour cream, bacon, onions, chicken, and sriracha sauce, and it was all put in a large bowl. Valerie’s eyes lit up at a new form of loaded nachos she hadn’t tried yet.

“YES!” She said her mouth was salivating; Thomas laughed at this. He knew his wife all too well; she loved greasy food, probably why she had a bit of a chubby belly compared to his more strong and muscular physique—not that he disliked her plushness. He bought the nachos and also two large beers for them to sip while the game went on. Heading to the rink-side area, the two waited for the game to start.

“I can’t wait!” Thomas said, bouncing in his seat. Valarie smiled at this; she loved seeing her husband happy. He was a goober in the best ways. Ever since they started dating in university, she’d fallen more and more in love with the Labrador every day: Thomas was as close to a soulmate as Valrie ever would probably find.

“Hey, maybe if you give me a kiss for luck, your team will win.” Val joked, and Thomas did just that, pushing his snout into hers, and they closed their eyes as they kissed. His soft, furred hands traced her cheek, and when they parted, the two pressed their foreheads together.

“I think they’ll do just fine.” He said with a wink.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” Valerie whispered to her husband.

“All the time.” He replied. Then the lights dimmed, and the gathered sports fans began to go wild.

“Animals of Lakeview!” The announcer boomed as strobe lights and music blared, specifically “Can’t Hold Us’ by Macklemore began to erupt from the various speakers in the arena.

The crowd cheered, wolves howled, a few hyenas cackled, etc. As he continued, “Coming home from an away victory against the San Fran Rays! You’re Lakeview Smashers!” He growled as the crowd went nuclear. Fans raised signs with their favorite players on them, a few

Six players skated out into center ice: the starters. Val had seen Thomas watch a few games; normally the intros were less…bombastic, but this was a home game that would decide a championship shot, so the team went all out for this.

The announcer gave their names and positions, and with each one the crowd went wild, especially for Thomas, when his favorite player, Caster Jones, came out, who was the team captain, and the center raised his stick, and the crowd cheered like he’d won the Nobel Prize in hockey.

“CASTER! Kick Faruqee Jones’s ass!” Thomas shouted to his favorite player, who surprisingly gave him a thumbs-up, and his eyes lit up; you could practically see stars in them as this happened.

“VAL! HE GAVE ME A THUMBS UP!” He shouted excitedly, getting out of his seat, his tail wagging like it might fly off at Mach 8. Valerie smiled at this as he sat down. He took a big swig of beer, and she felt he deserved it.

The next two hours went by in a blur of skating and scoring. Lots of fighting on the rink; the Smashers were going all out, and a few players almost got ejected because of excessive roughhousing, even for hockey.

The Rays were leading handily through most of it, with the Smashers only barely clawing a tie near the end of the game. They’d gotten the puck in the last part of the game from a steal, and Caster, who was taken off midway and then brought back for the final part, was skating towards the goal. The atmosphere in the arena was quiet; the crowd gathered was quiet as they watched him skate, dodge defenders, etc.

“Oh my god, Val, he might do it!” Thomas said as he gripped her tightly, she wasn’t a hockey fan, but even she was drawn into this, watching Caster skate towards what might be the only thing that brings the Smashers to their first championship in years.

The timer was at ten seconds: ten seconds to score, ten seconds to make history for the Smashers. Ten seconds to break a curse 30 years in the making. Thomas was biting his nails as he was at the edge of his seat with the rest of the crowd. They were feeling like this was now or never.

Ten seconds: he made it to center ice.

Nine seconds: Stick reared and shot towards the goal, a Hail Mary if any existed.

Eight Seconds: It sailed across the ice, and the crowd watched with bated breaths, and it seemed the world stood still.

Seven: The goalie reached out—his hand nearly tapped the puck, but it sailed into the net. 6-7.

Six: The crowd erupted! Fans cheered, threw popcorn and any other food they had, along with streamers, player jerseys, etc. Players cheered, and Caster was lifted into the air by his team as the confetti, streamers, etc., showered from above.

“We're going to be alright, put that on my life. When I open my eyes, I hope I see you shine. We're planting a flag; they don't understand. I feel glorious!” The speakers blared as Macklemore’s “Glorious” played as fans cheered. Val could see a few animals proposing to their SOs, and she let out a yelp as Thomas lifted her on his shoulder.

“VAL! WE WON! DAD, WE DID IT!” He shouted as he kissed her, holding her in his arms as he let her down from his shoulders, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw them on the jumbotron. And as she melted into the kiss, she smiled.

“Happy birthday, babe.” She said as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. Val had seen her husband the happiest since they got married. For her, this was the best there was. The ride home on the bus was great, with so many fans singing alongside each other the victory song that was playing at the arena. Valarie and Thomas weren’t; they leaned on each other, happy to enjoy their closeness.

Arriving at their apartment, as soon as they were inside, Thomas picked Valarie up by her waist and held her close.

“Thanks for the birthday gift, babe.” He said, kissing Valarie on the cheek, the feline turned around in his grasp and pressed her lips to his forcefully, pressing her tongue deep into his mouth.

“Who said it was over?” She purred as she wrapped her legs around his waist, nestled her chin in the crook of his neck, and then moved her mouth to his neck, biting and kissing it.

“V-Val.” Thomas hissed in pleasure as his wife’s teeth moved into his neck, his hands wrapped around his wife’s back and then moved lower down, cupping her big ass with his strong canine hands.

“Someone’s eager,” Valarie said as she pressed her lips against his once more. She stroked her hands across her husband’s broad chest and bit his bottom lip. “Not that I’m complaining.” She whispered in his ear as she shimmied out of her husband’s grasp; she then unzipped her skirt. She then pulled the skirt off her wide hips and let it pool around her ankles. She saw her husband unable to take his eyes off her; he’d seen this sight more times than they could count, but he was always so eager.

“We’ve been married eight years, and you still look at me like when we were still in college.” Valerie teased him.

Thomas smiled at this, with a look of love in his eyes, “I’ve seen a sunset a million times, yet it still awes me.” Thomas' words made her heart flutter.

“Goof.” She chided him playfully as she walked up to him.

“Can’t help it, my sexy wife in fishnets and lace panties? What man can resist?” He spoke. She then lifted her shirt, revealing the lace bra she wore. Her belly was on full display, and Thomas grabbed her muffin top.

“S-stop!” Valerie giggled as her husband lifted her up by her waist again, kissing her deeply. He carried her to their bedroom and laid her down on their bed. Before he could undress, she stopped him.

“I want to do it.” She purred as she crawled towards him and unbuttoned his jeans, and then with her teeth she brought the zipper down, revealing his member still confined by his white briefs.

“Mmm, someone’s excited.” She said, looking at her husband’s member, his canine cock was tenting against his briefs, precum leaked through the tip, and she kissed it. She pulled his pants down off his body, and he stepped out of them, and he took off his shirt so the two of them were in only their underwear.

“Sexy little feline,” Thomas said as he pressed his wife on her back, crawling on top of her. He kissed her as he unhooked her bra from her prone state. And pulled her bra off. He then took one of her large tits into his mouth.

“F-fuck!” Valerie moaned as his mouth wrapped around her breasts, pressing his tongue into her nipples and sucking them hard. “YES!” Valerie moaned as she felt his mouth play with her tits. His fingers moved downward past the waistband of her panties and fishnet stockings. Valerie stopped him.

“It—it’s your birthday. I should be taking care of you.” She breathed out, her breathing hard and heavy. She pushed him onto his back and pulled his briefs down. His member was erect and throbbing, precum dripping from the tapered tip of his canine member.

“V-Val,” Thomas moaned out as Valarie kissed up his member, peppering her black lipstick all over his crimson cock. His hips bucked up against her mouth, and she smiled internally when she started to suck against his cock. Pushing the canine cock deep down her throat, up to the base of his shaft, and then downward, deepthroating it. She then moved her head up till only the tip was in her mouth and then slid it down again.

Up and down her mouth bobbed against her husband’s shaft. Her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him off. She grabbed his balls as she sucked him, gagging and sucking at his cock. With a pop she pulled her mouth off his cock, and she dragged the wet cock across her face, placing it on her cheek.

“Want to cum in my mouth, or do you want to knot and breed your wife?” She purred, asking which he wanted most.

“Breed!” He grunted out quickly, and Valarie smiled at this. Shimmying out of her fishnets and panties, she was completely nude, and she straddled his hips. His canine member pressed wetly against her cunt, not entering it yet.

“Oh, and I’m not on the pill anymore. So, come in me good.” Valerie said as she grasped her husband’s member and pulled her hips up. Impaling herself on his cock, she felt his large cock hit and nearly kiss her cervix.

“F-fuck! Val-Valire, you’re tighter than usual.” Thomas moaned out as he gripped his wife’s hips and bucked his cock into her. Valerie rode his cock hard, bouncing up and down on his cock as she placed her hand on his chest.

“Because I love you so fucking much!” She moaned out in reply as she rode him into oblivion, “And I want to have your baby!” She moaned, her eyes filled with the kind of lust that only a feline clearly in heat could give off. The two of them talked about this before, and she guessed the best time to do it was for his birthday.

“F-Fuck, you’re damn right you’re going to have my baby!” He growled out as he fucked her harder and faster, making the feline mewl out in pleasure. She could feel the knot of her husband pressing into her cunt, waiting to knot her and seal them in the only way that mattered in this moment. Valerie bit down on her lower lip, waiting for her husband’s knot to enter her. She loved that feeling: being completely and utterly filled by the one man she loved the most in the world.

Then with one last plunge into her, Thomas’ knot filled her. His knot expanded past her cunt, locking them together as his balls unloaded into her. Thick seed flowed into her pussy as she rode him, feeling the satisfaction of being impregnated. And she came from this, being filled to the brim with her husband’s seed.

“I love you,” Valarie mewled out as she hugged her husband tightly as his balls unloaded spurt after spurt of seed into her cunt. She felt Thomas’ seed slowly ooze into her womb. “I love you so fucking much.” She moaned into his neck as she rode out the sensation of being thoroughly bred. Thomas stroked her head and kissed her forehead.

“I love you too.” He whispered in her ear as the two came down from the high of their lovemaking. The two waited for their mandatory post-coital cuddling to end, but for now the afterglow was wonderful.

“Happy birthday, babe.” Valerie said as she kissed her husband again. And he kissed her back.