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"Hey, look it's a bitch!" Tanya shouted to the passing dogtaur. She hadn't seen Ida since the start of summer, but her belly was getting huge now, and her disgusting dog teats were starting to grow out and dangle beneath the German Shepherd taur.

Everyone knew that Ida Lukacevic had fucked Anders' dog and gotten knocked up. Looking at her now, only two-and-a-half months into the pregnancy, the half-human, half-dog teenager was ready to pop. Only a litter of pups would be so large and grow so fast. If she'd fucked another taur or an anthro or even a human, she wouldn't be looking at sextuplets.

Yet the taunt seemed to have no effect on the girl. Tanya growled, lifting her ears to assert her dominance to the other girl. Ida was, of all things, walking six dogs, so Tanya knew exactly where to go next. "Those guys competing to be your next boyfriend?"

Ida was busy wrangling six leashes, and only gave the anthro husky a passing glance. "Hi, Tanya," she said simply.

_Infuriating!_Tanya's hackles raised. The girl's human face wasn't even blushing! Tanya had always relished in the ease she could hide her own embarrassment, and used it as a weapon against other girls. They couldn't hurt you if they were already hurting.

"Or are you just going to give yourself to one of your own puppies?" she snapped, sliding a hand back to flatten the reddish-brown fur on the back of her neck.

Ida just looked at Tanya with what looked like pity, and said, "I think it's pretty clear which one of us is the bitch."

"Yeah," Tanya said, walking closer, finally getting a reaction. "The one slutting it out to feral dogs."

The taur girl didn't back down, didn't lower her ears, didn't tuck her tail. "What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

Tanya's face burned, but she knew Ida couldn't see it. Taurs were always flaunting how they at least looked human. Tanya liked the way she looked, her long, reddish brown mane collecting over her right shoulder, bright, white eyebrows, and fluffy, curled tail. She wore green and purple to accentuate the color, and people said her blue and amber heterochromatic irises were exotic. She didn't see some _dog_in the mirror, she saw a woman, and she wouldn't let Ida think she was ashamed.

"At least I have a boyfriend. Of my own species."

Ida paused, pulling on one of the leashes to keep a thin, grey dog from sneaking off. She lowered her tail, not to shrink away, but to a more amiable stance. Not what Tanya was hoping for. "Wallace is a great guy. One of the few at our school. Hold on to him."

"_You_are giving me _relationship_advice?" she scoffed.

"I'm just worried he'll find out who you really are before you have a chance to..." Ida trailed off.

Tanya crossed her arms. "To what?"

A sad, punchable smile, and Ida said, "Become a better person."

"Fuck you." Tanya bared her teeth, something she tried to avoid like the plague. No need to accentuate her canines.

"Look, I've gotta go, Tanya. It was nice talking to you." Ida had the gall to walk away as if they'd just had a friendly talk. Never denying her accusations. It's like the dogtaur wasn't _ashamed_of what she'd done!

Shaking her head, Tanya decided to put Ida out of her mind and head home. The husky did a double take when she saw a van in the driveway. Then she remembered that Taco was coming over to drop off his dog.

Taco was Tanya's best friend in grade school, a human boy with sandy blonde hair. He didn't age well, now a gangly nineteen-year-old whose nose was too big for his face and somehow still had pimples. If he'd been better looking, and an anthro, she might have considered dating him, but as it was...Wallace was a better pick. And certainly more responsible.

He was waiting outside with an apologetic smile. "Sorry to spring this on ya, Tans. I didn't expect a 30-day sentence any more than my lawyer did. It's my first possession. That they caught me, at least."

"Hey, I understand. I still can't believe you actually carry that stuff around. You _know_the cops recognize you. That's probable cause right there."

He just nodded. "So, look, Mofo's inside and I left you some food and his bowl, okay?"

"Got it." What awful timing. As if it weren't already obvious, Tanya was on her period, and the last thing she needed was a stud dog around the house. She hadn't checked, but if Taco had bothered to get his dog neutered, she'd be amazed. He wasn't the most responsible guy in the world. After all, he'd named his dog "Motherfucker".

"Look, Tans, I gotta ask you something."

She resisted the urge to cock her head, instead raising an eyebrow in a more human fashion. "Yeah?"

"Be careful with him? It's three strikes and he's out, you know? He already killed a cat, and destroyed that kid's bike. One more call from the cops and they're gonna put him down..."

"Taco, if you'd just_trained_ him better..."

He just shrugged. "Too late for that now."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Have a good 'vacation', okay?"

"Gonna be sick withdrawals, yo," he said, walking over to his van.

"Oh," she said. "And Taco?"

He looked her way.

"Maybe try to go clean after this? You're not doing your permanent record any favors."

"Yeah, well. I'll think about it, Tans." _Crack!_The door to his van didn't exactly shut all the way anymore. Tanya sighed as Taco drove away. He was going to get himself killed or in prison, sooner, rather than later.

The husky took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. Her parents would be _pissed_about Mofo. They hated dogs, especially in the house. But they'd relent when she told them how Taco was in a bind. He couldn't watch the dog while in jail!

When she opened the door, she had two seconds before the familiar Rottweiler leapt up, clawing her in the stomach in his excitement. His docked tail wagged wildly. She immediately noticed that the food Taco had given them was torn into pieces on the ground and half-eaten. Mofo didn't waste any time!

"Down! Bad dog!" she scolded, but it didn't help. The only command he really understood was a swat to the face. She didn't have a newspaper handy, but her hand would do. Mofo ducked away, staring up at her with those big, brown eyes. After carefully picking up the torn paper, she glared at the dog and said, "I guess I don't need to feed you dinner tonight."

Bark!

Tanya knew better than to trust the dog to alert her when he needed to go, so she let him out in the yard immediately, careful to keep him on his leash. He could probably jump the fence if he wanted, or maybe even go through it. While he was crouched down to take a dump, she noticed that she was, of course, right - Mofo was quite intact. Just her luck.

She managed to tire the dog out with a little tug of war, though it left her own arms aching and her tongue dangling out of her mouth very distastefully. She wouldn't be cause dead like that at school, which is why she never tried out for sports. Since the cataclysm, sports were divided into leagues, and though she could trounce any human for endurance and running, she'd be up against other anthros. She wasn't about to have ruffled fur, drool, and sweaty paws just to win a few trophies.

So when her parents finally got home (they carpooled), she at least had a tired, semi-obedient Mofo on her hands.

"Hi, honey, we're home."

"Mom, Dad, I can explain," she said, before they could even see the dog bounding toward them.

"Tanya! You know we don't allow dogs in the house."

"Look, I don't like it any more than you do, but Taco's kind of some deep sh - trouble right now, and he needs me to take care of him."

"For how long...?" her mother asked, furrowing her brow. She always looked so beautiful with her grey fur, especially next to her Malamute of a father, all in black.

"Just thirty days..."

Blue and yellow eyes went wide as she repeated, "THIRTY DAYS!?"

"You won't have to do anything. I'll take care of him, okay? I know what I'm doing."

Her mother shook her head. "No way. I'm going into heat in that time, and the last thing I need is..." she glanced down at the huge Rottweiler, "...a stupid_dog_ sniffing after me every minute of every day. Besides, aren't you...?"

"Just for a couple days, Mom. And you won't even _see_him. You're at work half the day, and I'll keep him in the laundry room."

"No way," she said, putting her foot down.

"Dad..." Tanya whined.

The malamute predictably took his daughter's side. "Honey, it's only for a month..."

"I can't believe you're taking her side!" the grey-furred husky sighed, throwing up her hands. "Is Taco at least paying you? This is a pretty big responsibility."

"Of course he is, Mom," she lied.

"Fine, we can try it for a week, but if things aren't working out, you'll find a new home for it. What's his name, anyway?"

Tanya paused. "Uhh, Mo ... Muhhh...Moff. Moff."

"Let it out, I don't want any dog shit on the floor."

"Okay, Mom! Thanks..." she said, panting her relief.

After dinner, Tanya's parents went out to a sappy movie, leaving Tanya all alone in the house for the first time in weeks, and the young husky wasn't about to let the opportunity pass. Sadly, Wallace was out of town for Summer Football Camp, but she could at least call him.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Tanya. Didn't you check the name before answering?" The young husky closed the door to her room and flopped onto her bed.

"Sorry, baby. I was half-asleep. Tough practice today."

She could only imagine his strong, lean malamute body. His dark grey fur reminded her of her father, which wasn't altogether a bad thing. She was half-malamute already, and since the other half was husky, she was basically ninety percent malamute. As purebred as she could manage in this small town. Besides, his family was upper-middle class, he was popular, and the best (and biggest) defender on the school's anthro team.

"So you're in bed, hon? I am, too."

Wallace shifted his phone to his other ear. "It's only seven."

But he wasn't always especially clever.

Putting on her best saccharine voice, she said, "I'm not in bed because I'm feeling_sleepy_. I _miss_you."

"Oh...oh," was all he said.

"You could probably smell it," she said. "Before you left for camp. I'm in heat, baby."

"Wish I were home."

"You should. But you don't need to be home for everything. Just hearing your voice is making me wet."

Now he seemed to picking up on what she wanted. Finally. "Damn. I can just picture you lying there. What are you wearing?"

She was still wearing the vast majority of her clothes, but she didn't need to be. She tucked the phone in her neck and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, saying, "Just my fur. The air conditioner broke and I'm just panting."

She was, though there was nothing wrong with the AC.

"Oh, fuck."

After a sizable pause, Tanya realized he wasn't going to follow that up. "What about you? Wearing that tight, constricting jock strap?"

"Uh...uh...yeah," he said, unconvincingly, but that was good enough for Tanya to picture him in his underwear, his sizable cock straining at the fabric. They'd had sex of course - you couldn't keep a star football player without putting out, or they'd just find someone else to get their rocks off. But never while she was in heat. He didn't like the way condoms felt on his knot.

"God, Wallace, if you could only see me right now. My pussy's sticking out like a traffic cone, and I'm so_itchy." That at least, was true, especially as she slid her skirt and panties down. Her fat spade was throbbing between her legs,_aching for a cock to satisfy her heat. She slid her fingers down and gently touched herself - quite a familiar sensation whenever she came into season.

Now she was truly naked, putting one hand back to the phone while the other curled around the hood of her vulva. She teased her wet entrance, imagining Wallace's thick, red cock.

"Shit, girl, if I were there...I'd help you out, and damn the consequences."

"What would you do to me?" Tanya whimpered, her ears laying flat.

"I'd suck on your titties, girl, with my arms around you."

Tanya stiffened and arched her back, nipples perking up as she imagined it. "Nnn. And then?"

"Kisses all the way down your body, babe. Your belly button, then down, down..."

Tanya spread her legs, using her palm to press firmly down against her swollen spade. "Don't stop."

"I wouldn't. I'd take a big sniff, but I don't think I could stop myself. I'm not gonna stop, even though you're in heat."

Tanya certainly wasn't ready for kids, but she was ready to fantasize about her boyfriend losing control with her. "But I might get pregnant!" she whimpered.

"That's just a risk you'll have to take if you want my tongue."

"I do...I do..." she whined, tail thumping on the bed.

"Alright, but I warned you," he said. "I take a taste, and once I get that, there's no stopping me."

She could hear him panting now, and she knew he was pawing off. He was actually getting pretty good at this! She spread herself with her fingers, imagining the malamute's big tongue. She'd felt it dozens of times, but never when her pussy was so puffed-up and sensitive. Her fingers were a piss-poor substitute for his tongue, though.

"Oh, Baby, I -"

Uh oh, that was the sound that he was getting close. Too soon! He was losing coherence. "You don't think I'm that easy, do you? I'd squirm away from you."

"Hey, come back," he gasped, his breathing slowing. Perhaps he realized he was going to quickly for her.

"Not uh. I'm crawling away. I don't lift my tail for just anyone with a good tongue."

"Oh no you don't," he growled playfully. "I grab for you."

"No!" she giggled. "I kick my legs at you." In reality, she was bucking her hips against her first two fingers, trying to catch up to the horny teenager.

"Big stud like me don't appreciate that. I catch those ankles. I pin them down, and I don't care how flexible you are - I'm on the wrestling team."

"No! I push you away," she moaned.

"A disobedient little bitch like you needs a good rutting," he growled. "I roll you over onto all fours like a good girl."

_Doggy-style?_She'd never tried that. She pictured it in her head, and it had her drooling, but she couldn't quite imagine it right when she was still on her back. "I can't help it, Wallace. I'm in heat - my tail goes straight to the side," she explained, getting up and sliding off the bed. She turned around so that her arms and chest were leaning over the bed, but her knees were in the carpet. She was lying about her tail - she was wagging too hard to keep it in one place.

"You haven't felt_how strong I am like this. Before you know it, my arms are around you, and you aren't going _anywhere."

"Oh, God..." Tanya moaned, appreciating this new fantasy. She'd have to try it like this in real life when he got back. As soon as she was off her period, anyway. Slowly, she slid her free paw down her belly until she reached her swollen mound, curling her fingers around and inside again. She gasped, "I wouldn't if I could."

"I ain't waiting," he groaned. "I'm over you now, and you can feel me back there."

Tanya was gasping for breath now, chest heaving as she thrust her hips against her hand. She was far too preoccupied to notice the soft _thud_against her door, and then a louder _creak_as the door to her room swung open. The latch had been broken for ages.

"God, yes," she groaned, spreading herself with her fingers as she tried to imagine Wallace's fat cock teasing at her entrance. She wondered if she'd come just from hearing him _say_he pushes it in.

He never got that far.

A second later, Tanya's fantasy became much, _much_more real, as the hot breath she felt wasn't in her mind. Her spread spade was open and inviting for the warm, wet _lick_she'd only imagined before.

"What the fuck!?" she yelped.

"Tanya?" Wallace asked, noting the change in her tone. "You okay?"

"Get away from me!"

"Is someone there? Should I call the police!?" Wallace shouted.

The police. Of all the things to stick out in Tanya's mind, she remembered Taco's plea. One more strike and Mofo would be put down. Glancing back, sure enough, the Rottweiler was standing behind her, ravishing her unprotected fortune cookie. "No! No, it's just Mofo."

There was a pause at the other end of the phone. "Taco's dog? What's he doing to you?"

The tone in her boyfriend's voice wasn't any friendlier. She knew Wallace didn't approve of Taco, and he certainly wouldn't approve of what Mofo was doing right now. Hastily, Tanya covered her quivering mound with a paw, but the insistent canine kept licking her hand, trying to sneak his tongue around to get a better taste.

"No, he's not really here," she lied, trying to calm him down.

"He's not? Ohhh..." Wallace said. Then he repeated himself in a very different way. "What's he doing to you?"

First crisis averted. Taco would never forgive her if she got his dog euthanized. Now to deal with the feral horndog. Her left hand wasn't cutting it - his inquisitive tongue was surprisingly powerful. But Tanya was right-handed, so she took a deep breath and switched the phone to her left hand. But in the second it took to slide her right paw between her legs, Mofo was able to _slam_his tongue forward.

Yip!"He's _licking_me!"

"Damn, Tanya, this is some kinky shit. Where is he licking you?"

Shivering, she managed to block access with her hand, her throbbing spade vibrating in the palm of her hand. "He just walked in while I was leaning over the bed," she panted, "and stuck his nose under my tail...!"

She knew she should just sit down, turn around, and pull the bad dog out of her room, but that stolen lick was still ricocheting through her mind. He felt similar but alien to Wallace's polite, powerful tongue, ramming forward without permission and spreading her heat-swollen spade apart. If she hadn't been seconds away from release, she might have done something different, but damn_if the dog's tongue didn't feel _good. Besides, if she put the phone down to push him out of the room, Wallace might realize what was actually going on, and she wouldn't put it past him to call the cops, or even drive down from training to beat the dog up.

"And what did you do?" Wallace asked, out of breath. The spike of fear seemed to have slowed the malamute down, as well, pulling him away from the peak.

"I covered myself with my hand."

"What, really?"

"What should I do, Wallace?" she whimpered.

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other line. "Why don't you just let him?"

"O-okay," she said, shivering.

TO BE CONTINUED IN ONE WEEK.