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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. He'd never have agreed to this if he knew it was really happening. Wallace was pretty jealous! But still, she sort_of had permission. She lowered her paw to the ground, stabilizing herself on three. "Oh, _God!" she gasped.

Mofo wasted no time once the impediment was gone. He knew what to do with a wet, bouncing spade, and his tongue blanketed her hypersensitive vulva. Now, her tail splayed to the side completely outside of her will. "Ahh!" she moaned.

"W-what's he doing?" Wallace asked, his brain working fast to interpret her cute whimpers.

God, what am I doing...?_she wondered. This was a _dog. She was nearly as bad as Ida! But she was just _so_close. "He's slurping up my spade, Wallace - it feels so good..."

"Shit..." he groaned.

"He's pushing harder.Oh God, he's spreading me apart!"

She wasn't lying. Now that she was lifting her tail like an obedient bitch, Mofo was more than happy to oblige himself. He slammed his tongue forward like he was lapping up water, and the thick, pink organ slid right into her y-shaped folds. She couldn't help it, rocking her hips backward against his _gulping_tongue. "He's drinking me up," she moaned.

"Nnng, Tanya, what I wouldn't give to see that."

Groaning, the husky looked over her shoulder. The Rottweiler was as massive as she was, but much more compact. She couldn't see his face, but his muscular body was stretched out behind her, his stub-tail wagging wildly. But what really caught her attention was dangling between his legs. He knew a bitch in heat when he drank one, and his red cock was halfway out of his sheath.

"He'd getting hard for me," she groaned. There was an obvious hesitancy in her voice as she said, "I better stop him now..."

"No, don't...!" Wallace gasped. She could hear him rubbing himself through the phone, the slight, high-pitched squeal in the back of his throat that he couldn't contain, even when he needed to be quiet. "Not yet."

Tanya watched the cock grow with widening eyes, shuddering with each lick. "He won't wait much longer," she whined.

"He's got good taste."

"Wallace, what do I do when he wants more than a taste?"

The other end of the phone was mostly grunts, but he did manage to say, "Let him up." There was no debate to his tone, no question. It felt to Tanya like a command, and she was in no position to be asserting herself. "But I'm in heat!" she whined.

"So what?" he groaned.

She knew he didn't know it was happening for real. She knew he'd never agree to this if he knew the truth. She knew that what she was doing was absolutely crazy. She knew that if anyone ever found out about this, she'd be ruined. But despite all she knew, she couldn't make herself turn around and push the dog away. All she could do was keep her tail to the side, buck her hips, and _clench_around that amazing tongue.

Until he pulled it free with a loud _squelch!_Did Wallace hear it? Would he realize the truth? "Shit, he just put a paw on me!" she wailed.

"Damn, Tanya, you're really taking this far," he groaned.

"Should I stop?" she gasped, but Wallace didn't know what she really meant.

"Fuck no, this is the horniest I've ever been."

"He's climbing onto my back. What do I do?" she whined.

"You don't need to do anything. Just describe what he's doing to you," Wallace panted.

Tanya clenched her eyes shut, realizing that this was the last chance to stop things from going way too far. Mofo was balancing his weight on his back legs, feeling out her rump with his paws as he looked for a good angle. She _knew_she should stop, but her sopping pussy was _quivering_for the big dog. She was in heat, and here was a stud, and Wallace wasn't helping anything by egging her on.

"He's on me!" she yelped, feeling the Rottweiler's powerful paws finally wrap around her her waist.

There was a grunt on the other end of the line.

Tanya gripped the bedsheets in her free paw, adjusting the phone as she panted, "He's so heavy. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck..."

"What about the rest of you?"

"He's so eager," she explained. "He's _thumping_against me like a puppy, but I can't - oh!"

"What was that, Tans?"

"I can feel him now. He's so huge, brushing up against me. God, what if he figures it out and aims higher?"

Wallace didn't seem nearly as concerned as he _should_be. "Well, he definitely won't ease up..."

Tanya knew this wasn't a game. Each powerful thrust brought Mofo closer and closer to his target, and even if she could manage to squirm away from the powerful Rottweiler after that, she'd always know she'd been violated by a feral. If only the part of her that was horrified by that prospect would consult with the part of her that was begging for it. A lick was one thing, but the big dog was most certainly planning to bury his bone in her fat, trembling spade.

"Oh, God, I can feel his wet dick rubbing against my pussy..." she groaned.

"Jesus, Tanya, I can almost swear I can hear his grunts," Wallace moaned.

He _was_grunting, too, hammering forward as he sensed he was closer and closer, his bony tip catching against her soft, black spade. Though she didn't need the reminder, she could feel cool air blanketing her inner thighs, and knew it must be coming from his fat, swinging balls. If her sex ed class had been right, just the greasy drops of pre that were even now smearing against her pointed folds could be enough to get her pregnant. Letting him inside, even for a second, would be idiotic.

"Wallace, what do I do?" she whined. "He's going to do it...!"

There was a pause at the other end, and then the words that she both wanted and dreaded: "Let him."

"What?" she gasped.

"You better brace yourself, girl, because he's not going to hold back."

Tanya bit her lip. The feral dog dominated her back, tugging and thrusting, his loins meeting hers with wet, gentle taps. Chest heaving, she tucked the phone in her neck and grabbed the bedsheets with both hands, squeezing so hard that if she hadn't had fur, her knuckles would have been white. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated, knowing that any second, the next _thrust_would be it.

Yelp!

The fourth one hit its mark and Mofo jabbed_up and in, spreading her vulva apart in one, swift, stroke. Whining, she _squeezed down around him, and the Rottweiler dropped his jaw and howled."

"Tanya? Are you howling?"

She couldn't answer until Mofo stopped, biting her lip in case she couldn't hold back an yip or a grunt. She had to hold herself perfectly still as the beast on her back hammered her, his claws digging painfully into her thighs. Finally, the dog stopped his triumphant bellow, and Tanya panted, "That was it, Wallace," before taking another deep breath and gasping, "He's in me!"

"Fuck, girl, this is awesome."

She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. She needed to tell her boyfriend the play by play. "He fits me so well, like he was made for my back. And..." she added, her lip quivering, "his dick... I love it. Oh, Jesus..."

"Tell me..."

"He's pushing it so deep. I can feel every inch and he's still not stopping. Nnnng!" she wailed, losing her voice for a few seconds. "He's getting bigger...!"

"Don't be such a bitch," Wallace moaned. "Spread yourself for him."

She didn't think twice, sliding her right hand down to play with her outstretched mound. The dog's fertile rod was stretching her out lewdly, but she could still tug her lips further apart with her fingers. Mofo sank even deeper with her help, until his sheath was rolled up against his body, and he was balls deep.

"He's all the way in," she groaned. "And growing!"

Mofo still pumped hard, shoving back and forth in a way that dug deep into her sensitive pussy. Her tail wagged, thumping against the Rottweiler's body. Again and again he rocked her, pumping like a combustion engine, his drool spilling down his lips to blanket the back of her neck.

"He's gonna knot you, bitch," Wallace groaned, obviously pumping his own cock. "Better get ready."

"But I'm in heat!" she whimpered again. "I can't."

"You might as well try to stop him, but I don't think he'll handle it well," Wallace said.

This time, Tanya knew not to listen to her hormone-engorged pussy. She felt Mofo's knot starting to grow inside her, but when the dog pulled back for his next thrust, she curled her fingers and held her hand in place. A loud thump echoed the room as the dog's knot collided with her fingers, instead of the soft, pliable flesh that was designed for him.

"I'm blocking him with my hand," she shuddered, "but that won't help much if he comes... I don't want to end up like Ida!"

"Well you should have thought about that before you let him mount you," Wallace groaned.

Her plan might have worked, too, except that Mofo seemed to notice something was wrong. He kept plastering his body against hers, but the base of his cock never sank into that warm, wet heaven. He bucked harder, tail no longer wagging. But the final nail in the coffin was when he started to growl.

"Woah, babe, you're really getting into this...I don't think I can last much longer! What's he doing now?"

She couldn't say anything over the growls, or he'd know_there was someone else in the room, and she couldn't just not answer him. But Mofo was only grunting louder as he tried to pierce his needy bitch. Tanya's fingers were starting to hurt from the_slap, slap of his swollen knot, so powerful that if she wasn't careful, he'd spread her fingers apart too. She was stuck between a knot and a cell phone!

As much as she wanted to just give in, she wasn't ready to ruin her life. She had to get him off of her, and hopefully Wallace wouldn't notice. She put the phone down, getting ready to try to push Mofo off. The dog was used to getting what he wanted, so she had to be ready for a fight. With one swift move, she lowered her right hand and spun, both hands ready to grab the Rottweiler's head.

Except...her tail caught against his belly, stopping her spin abruptly. She should have swivelled the other direction! She tried, but that moment of hesitation with nothing blocking him was all Mofo needed.

Pop!

The frustrated canine_rammed_ forward, his knot colliding once again with her soft, stretchy spade. He'd grown more than an inch wider since she'd blocked him, but his huge bulb still sank into her, spreading her lips as wide as they'd ever gone. Her y-shaped fold bulged outward, now just an image of the dog's knot, and when he pulled back, her lips clenched down around him, making a wet seal that Tanya _knew_wasn't about to break.

At least he stopped growling.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" she whined, reflexively picking up the phone.

"Tanya, you okay?" Wallace asked, breathless.

"He's in!" she yelped. "He tied!"

"Oh, fuuuuuuck," Wallace groaned, but she knew that groan anywhere. He was going over the edge, and he'd be no use for at least fifteen seconds.

Seconds she didn't have. "Wallace, what do I do? He's going to knock me up!"

For his part, her boyfriend actually managed to groan something semi-intelligent: "Errgn...just...enjoy grr..."

"Aaah!" she gasped, as Mofo leaned forward and took a harder tack. He _humped_her, faster and faster, in short bucks that rubbed her tight pussy in every direction. His knot was still growing, stretching her spade out even as it dug his tip deeper and deeper, until she felt him _bumping_up against her unprotected cervix. Now, his swinging balls _smacked_her rump, as if the dog were trying to remind her exactly what he was planning to do.

Tanya couldn't fight him. Not on all fours, and not when he was already knotted. She was his until he was done with her, and he wouldn't be truly done with her for three months, like Ida. How had she let it get this far? Was she just a horny dogfucker, like that dogtaur?

"Aaaahn! He's gonna, he's gonna..." she groaned into the phone, oblivious to the dog's own growing whines and whimpers.

"What the fuck?" Wallace groaned, the fifteen seconds finally up. He was panting, but he said, "You're still pretending - wait..."

"He's so big - God, his knot is rubbing up against...Fuck!" she wailed, helpless to resist the vibrating waves of pleasure the dog's knot made against her clit.

"Who's that howling?" Wallace asked. "What's going on?"

He could hear two voices now, but Tanya couldn't stop herself anymore than she could stop Mofo, and right now, she didn't care. "Oh shut up and _breed_me!" she wailed, her heat finally conquering her completely.

"Is Mofo really there? What are you doing?" Wallace shouted through the phone.

She couldn't speak, but she felt like he deserved an answer, so she held up the phone in her left hand like she was taking a selfie and hit the "video chat" button. Wallace answered it immediately, and got an eyeful of what was really happening.

"Holy shit!" Wallace yelped. The camera showed a perfect view of Tanya, the Rottweiler pounding her rump and drooling. He couldn't see, but he had no doubt that the eager dog was burrowed into her, just about to give Tanya quite the load to remember him by. "You bitch!"

Tanya whimpered at the anger in his voice, her ears flattened, but there were more important matters to attend to. She spread her legs, dropped her jaw, and_moaned_, the sound quickly turning into a howl. Mofo was happy to oblige her, jabbing deeper and deeper until his tip was practically pushing through her untried cervix, aiming straight down the center of her helpless bullseye.

He howled, flagged his tail, and dumped his nuts, balls convulsing against her hips as the first, loud _splurt!_Flooded into her. She just gasped, and bayed along with her feral mate, her whole body shuddering as he claimed her in full view of her malamute boyfriend.

"You're...fucking disgusting!" the teen who'd just gotten off to imagining this said indignantly. "How the fuck..."

"You told me to," she whined, knowing that that was a pretty poor excuse.

"Fuck. Tanya, we need to talk - but...not now." The phone dimmed, call ended.

Tanya whimpered, but she tossed the phone away, gripping the bed sheets and leaning forward, her rump bucking up and down as she milked Mofo of every drop, his dog cum draining into her fertile womb. She'd felt this before, with Wallace, but never in her heat. She swore her baby chamber_quivered_ with the knowledge that _this_time, there was something waiting for the rich, bubbling squirts of cum.

"Oh, God..." she whined.

Mofo's knot sealed everything in, letting him empty his entire contents into her. No eggs would be left unfertilized, and she knew from the internet that in all likelihood, she'd be having five, maybe six mixed-breed pups. When an anthro fucked a human, you couldn't know what would come, but every time a feral was involved, the pups were also feral.

Grunting, the Rottweiler hopped off of her back, turning around rump to rump. She slid her hand down to her straining vulva, amazed at the size of her swollen mound. She reached up to grip the dog's balls, feeling them throb in her hands as he continued to claim his bitch.

Panting, Tanya said the only thing that came to mind.

"Well, fuck."

* * * * *

Taco was amazed that the guard gave him his cell phone back, though he used to supply Greg with weed, so perhaps he felt like he owed him one. The security code for the jail's WiFi was just 'boysinblue' which took him about two hours to guess.

Day one down, twenty-nine to go, he sighed, flipping through his phone.

"I wonder how Motherfucker is doing."

His cell mate raised an eyebrow at that, already sore that Taco was getting special treatment. "Who you callin' -"

"My dog," he said simply. "I got a camera installed on his collar with a microchip too. I'm not an asshole," he lied.

He flipped the phone to the right app, and loaded it up.

"Ho...ly...fuck..." he said, jaw dropped.

"What?"

Taco took one glance at what he could see and hear from the micro-camera and said, "You gotta see this."

Fuck selling weed -_this _is a fucking gold mine.