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"You see, the thing about me is, I have a famous grand mother. Her name was Edith Towland, she lived about 200 years ago. I don't know how many 'great-great's' that is but it must be a lot. Everyone's heard of her. The Duchess Towland, some call her. The bloodied nun, say others, when they're trying to diminish her greatness. But to me and all others of my Breed House, she is called the 'Mother of battle'." The speaker's voice swelled with unbridled pride, she held her pitch black paws aloft, as if trying to elicit applause from the heavens. No such applause came. Merely the gentle clacking of the wooden cartwheels against the baked dirt of the road beneath her. She sat up from her slouch on the drivers seat and addressed the only being within ear shot.

"Have you heard of her?" She asked.

"Yes, Mistress." The huge shire-horse said, glancing over his shoulder only for a moment, the thick muscles in his back and arms flashing clearly as he pulled the cart forwards, he was nearly as black as she was, indeed it had been part of the reason she bought him.

"Well, the story goes that when the heathens invaded from the west they moved from town to town in their thousands burning and pillaging everything in their path, and every time the army caught up with them, to bring them battle, the heathens disappeared into the night! Only to reappear again somewhere else and lay waste to another town.... Are you listening?"

"Yes mistress."

"Well one day, the heathens came upon the Nunnery outside the village of Towland. All the villagers had flocked there when the heathens started razing their homes, see the nunnery was a castle a long time ago... well not really a castle, but i don't know what the real word is... it's a small castle, castlette? Maybe? Anyway, the heathens follow them up to this 'castlette', an army of 10,000 wolves! All baying at the moon like savages, desperate to get in, but they can't because the doors are barred. So one wolf climbs the walls, snarling, his jaws hanging with saliva, desperate for the taste of dog meat! Below, his heathen brothers are screaming up at him to open the gate so they can join the slaughter, but nothing happens, then a few minutes later, the wolf's body comes sailing over the parapet and smashes into the ground below! Splat! The dying wolf points up at where he came from, his throat half missing, as he burbles and gasps his last. The wolves all look up, expecting to see a great warrior standing there, but instead they see a nun, standing atop the crenelations, Only her black furred face visible from her blood stained habit!" The pitch black canine was becoming more and more animated as she recounted the tale.

"For three days and nights the wolves attacked the Nunnery, defended only by a few villagers, the town watch, and some simple ladies of faith, they kept the demon dogs at bay, beating them to death with tools and clubs as they scrambled up the rocky walls. Then fighting with tooth and claw any that made it within the walls. Then finally on the fourth day, the wolves fashioned a great ram from a tree, and bashed down the doors of the nunnery, they poured in, and final battle began! The halls of the nunnery were slick with blood, both wolf and dog. My grandmother fought with the fury of a beast, slaying any that came between her and her flock. The folk who survived said her paws moved like quicksilver, her eyes' burned bright as cannon flash- most likely hyperbole- but still... When the few surviving members of the noble breeds found themselves surrounded and driven back into the inner sanctum, my ancestor drove the stone slab that covered the crypt of Saint Timius off with her bare paws, reached inside and grabbed his ancient sword, she held it aloft and prayed to the gods for salvation. But when none came she... Don't rattle the cart so much, it's loud and you'll miss the end of my story."

"Yes mistress."

"So she held the sword a loft and cried! 'Gods why have you given victory to such monsters?! To let these wretched creatures feed on your faithful servants thus, are you not shamed? Doth their naked savagery bring you joy? For them to turn your sacred house into a butchers yard, you must be born of weakness. What fool was I to worship at the feet of such mewling pups as thee. If the day is to be won by feral beast's that bare their naked fur, then let no shame be upon me, as I fight In accordance with thine base desire'!" The speaker reached into a sack next to her and plucked out an apple.

"I'm not sure if that's what she actually said, but it's what she says in the play."She said taking a huge bite from the fruit and mumbling through the next few sentences. "So she sticks the sword into each sleave of her habit and slices the blood soaked garment from her shoulders. As the wolves burst through the door she sets her jaw and snarls, then charges towards them, cutting her way through the heathens as they pour towards her. Meanwhile the army, has, thanks to my great-great-great-whatever- grandmother, finally been able to catch up with the wolves, and storm the nunnery, guns and sabres flashing as they cut through the wolves like butter. When they finally reach the inner sanctum, it is eerily quiet, two dozen wolves lay slaughtered on the floor, and there, sitting at the foot of Saint Timius's crypt, clutching an ancient shattered blade, is my ancestor, the Bloodied Nun, panting, wounded, and barely able to even raise her head. At first the soldiers make as if to shoot her, thinking the naked blood drenched female must be of lupine sort. But the surviving nuns threw themselves on top of her, desperate to save her from the hale of shot! A captain, demands to know the meaning of this, and they proclaim that 'She Is of noble breed Sir! Her reightous fury hath saved us! Send her not so cravenly to heaven!', So the dashing young captain told his men, to lay down their weapons, and kneel before one so clearly blessed by the creators. Again, this is all in the play, but I assume they did their research... I should take you to see it some time, it's really good."

"Horses aren't allowed into the theaters Mistress, but most kind of you to offer."

"Silly rule," she said "I'll have to sneak you in in a purse or such... I don't see why not. If you're my property, and so is my shawl, and I can take that into a theatre, I don't see why I can't take you in."

"Indeed Mistress." Said the horse after a long pause.

"Anyway, so they took her back to the city, and there she was looked after by the kings own surgeon, and when she was better, they asked her if she would go back to Towland, to the nunnery, to be the new mother superior, on account of the old one had been eaten. But see, she had by this point, lost her faith, and more importantly, been getting all 'Hot and panty' with the dashing Captain, which is not really the kind of thing high ranking nuns do. So instead she asks to be released of her bond to the church, and marry the dashing Captain. But see she's pure black fur, and he was light tan, and he was a member of the Ligium breed house, and they're pretty snooty, even for a breed house, so they won't give him a license to marry her. So the king declares a new breedhouse be formed to honour the two heroes, The Breed house we know today as 'Nox-ligium'; the house I belong to. Which hadn't been done in about 300 years, which was nice of the king. Anyway, they get married, and have tonnes of pups, then two hundred years later here I am! A direct female descendant of the Bloodied nun, which is impressive enough, but my coat is also pure black, like her's. So when the Appraiser came from the house to add me and my sisters to the stud book, everyone got really excited. My sisters are all healthy black and tan, good looking too, and the appraiser told my father he could expect 15,000 crowns for a breeding contract with either of them, or maybe 50,000 for a marriage contract. But he said my father could easily get 70,000 for me for a single breeding contract! So you know... I...like... I ran away, too much pressure, you know?" The young female scratched at the itchy cheap fabric that she was clothed in, silently lamenting the absence of the silks and finally tailored garments she had grown up in.

"So, did you like my story?"

The horse trudged on, "Yes mistress, very much... Hector thinks you told it most well... You told it better the first two times Hector heard it though."

A smile cracked across her lips, she reached into her sack of apples picked one up and launched it at the horse's whip-scarred back. He halted and looked down at his feet, seeing the fruit rolling on the dirt covered road. "May I eat that please mistress?"

The canine looked at him with a confused scowl. "Absolutely not! Don't be filthy. Eat a clean one from the bag for crying out loud."

"Most kind Mistress." The horse said, lowering the cart handles gently to the ground. He turned to face her, she could see the brand of her family crest on his chest was healing nicely, the 'SOLD' branded across his previous owners crest was looking decidedly less healthy. The huge male reached into the bag and plucked one of the smaller fruit from within, he devoured it hungrily in a single chomping bite, core and all.

"You know you don't have to call me Mistress when there aren't any overseers about,"

"Hector, would much rather be safe than sorry," He said referring to himself in the 3rd person. "Hector's back is scarred enough. If it please the Mistress."

"And don't speak like that!" She barked "I don't like it."

"Like how Mistress?" He said tilting his head.

"-Like a simpleton. I know you steal newspapers from the trade posts we go past, I've seen you reading them when you think no one's looking."

"Hector is sorry."

"Do not refer to yourself in the 3rd person again. I'm warning you!" She said folding her arms.

"Please don't hurt hector."

"You are 400 pounds heavier than I am, how could I possibly hurt you?"

Hector's eyes locked on his hooves, he opened his mouth to speak then closed it again. Finally he looked up at her and said. "I am sorry."

An awkward silence fell between the two.

"May hector have another apple though?"

"No, we'll eat properly when we get there, I have to sell these," She said patting the sack of fruit. "Not far now anyway. I'm not joking about speaking in the 3rd person. Only idiots and pretentious people do that... and , well, pretentious idiots... and the Queen of course."

"Very good mistress." Hector turned and picked up the handles of the cart.

"And call me Edi... it's short for Edith. Just... not around anyone with a whip."

The horse didn't respond , merely picked up the handles of the cart in his forepaws and heaved the heavy wooden contraption off down the road.

...

The sun was burning high and bright as the wagon clattered it's way up alongside the small trading post that had so long been their destination. It sat at a crossroads, with the great Bleaker trail stretching off into the vast open plains to the north, and south, back into the gently rolling hills of the civilized world where Edi had been born and raised. They themselves had spent the better part of the year meandering through the wilderness in between. Buying things here and selling them there, rinse and repeat. Edi, had long since realized she had no particular flair for commerce. She had left the great southern city with 400 crowns stolen from the desk in her father's study. That was a year ago. When she had counted her stash earlier that day, she had 389 crowns and an assortment of brass coin that varied in value, depending on who you talked to.

As hector gently lowered the cart handles onto the ground she skipped off the now angled driver's seat with a practiced deftness, her foot paws kicking up little puffs of dust from the sun baked road. There were no more than a dozen buildings in the entire settlement, 3 of which were warehouses. She could see an assortment of male canines loading various crates by hand into and out of one of the storage buildings, but otherwise the settlement seemed almost abandoned to the casual observer.

"Tabber's goods and trade is the one we're after." Edi said, lifting a paw to shield her eyes from the blinding light. "Can you see a sign or anything of that nature?"

Hector looked uncomfortable, his mouth staying closed. Edi turned to see the huge animal glancing nervously towards the males moving their goods.

"It's okay, they can't here you from way over there."

Still hector didn't say anything, he merely gestured over his shoulder, Edi squinted hard into the light to where he was pointing, then smiled as she read the sign on the building she was looking at.

"That's the one..." She said, "Bring the cart up to the front i'll go inside and make Mr Tabber's acquaintance."

"Very good, Mistress." Hector said.

Edi almost skipped the 100 or so yards to the large wooden building, she bounded up onto the porch and peered through the glass panels of the shop door. She went almost giddy as she saw the big broad shoulders of a fellow member of her breed house. His back was turned to her as he busied himself at his counter, a pencil wriggling in his paw. She gently pressed the door open trying not to make a sound, then when she had just enough room she squeezed herself through the gap she had made.

"Who are you then?" Said the male, not turning around, merely continuing to write. "A bit of advice, if you're trying to sneak up on folk, make sure they're not standing in front of a big mirror." The old dog tapped his pencil against the reflective surface in front of him, just beneath the lettering written across it which read 'Imperial Tobacco'.

"Greetings to you too uncle." She said.

The old dog's ears pricked as he turned, his pencil clattering onto the table.

"It's me... Edi!"

The dog looked her up and down. "You're the wrong colour." He said, a smile crossing his lips.

Edi looked at her paws, brown with dust from the trail."Oh!" She said, patting herself down furiously, doing her best to clean her filthy face. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed.

"My, my, didn't you grow up nicely. last time I saw you, you were knee high to a grasshopper." His gruff voice, was not how she remembered it. He had lost his cut glass accent, his educated softness, to look at him she could hardly believe this was the same creature who's portrait hung in her families dinning hall. Far from the brilliant scarlet uniform adorned with medals he had been painted in, he wore hardy, practical, clothes.

"Thank you unc-" her word was cut short as the male vaulted the counter threw his paws around her waist and hoisted her into the air, driving the breath from her lungs.

"You are a sight for sore eyes!" He bellowed into her chest. He squeezed her hard then let her drop back down to her feet. He scrutinized every inch of her with a fondness she had not felt since she disappeared into the night, all those months before. "You are the very visage of The Duchess aren't you!?" he said, his well bred mannerisms coming flooding back in a heart beat.

Edi blushed beneath her fur.

"Your father must be thrilled." He said with a smile.

"Well..." She started, imagining vividly just how furious her father would actually be with her, given current circumstances.

"What brings you all the way out here? Not bad news, I hope, is everyone well?"

"Nothing like that, and everyone is in good health, last I heard."

"Seriously? Even your grandfather?" He asked with genuine surprise.

"Yes, Uncle, your father is fine, he's only just turned 55!" She said, patting him on the chest with a grin.

"Still... the way he carries on, I assumed someone would have taken umbridge and 'offed' the old bastard by now."

"Uncle!" Edi yelped, hitting him once more, giggling like a school pup that just heard their first filthy joke.

"You know what his men used to call him, before he got too fat for his uniform?"

"Yes uncle..." She said rolling her eyes.

"Bastard..." He finished anyway. "Just 'bastard'." His smile was broader than she'd ever seen it as he played with his long missed niece.

"But seriously pup, what brings you out to the middle of nowhere, they're not shipping you off on some, god awful, breeding contract in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere for the delight of some Magistrate too corrupt and lazy to even make it in the cities?"

"Uncle!" She exclaimed. "Your language!"

"Oh i'm sorry my dear, Of course I mean; 'rump-fuck' nowhere." He flicked her ear, where are your guards? Is your father with you?" The excited old male peered over her shoulder expecting to see a small retinue of followers, but instead only saw a single large shire horse hauling a cart bodily up to his building.

"No guards" She said, "Only Hector." She followed her uncles gaze and gestured to her horse.

Her uncle's demeanor changed, to one of bemused concern. "What is... going on?"

"Well i'm here for trade, uncle. I'm a Canine of commerce now... like you."

"You'll have to forgive me, out here, 'trade' means two things, believe me when I say; You better not be about to tell me my favorite niece has come to seek her fortune as a whore." His voice reminded her of her father's overbearing tone so strongly, she had to repress the urge to hang her head in shame.

"No uncle! I buy and sell things, I've traveled all over the plains this last year, living off my wits, and doing deals and..."

"Just you and...Hector?" he asked again, pointing at the horse, who had now sat down cross legged on the earth besides the cart. "Am I correct in thinking that your father and mother did not exactly condone this?"

"I'm my own person now." She said, bristling.

Her uncle rubbed his paw over his muzzle and groaned. "My dear, did you run away from home like some fool from those books you like?"

"You're hardly one to point paws uncle, I thought you'd understand, of all people!"

"My dear, I did not run away."

"It's how it looked to everyone else." She said.

"Even if I did, which I am by no means admitting to, when I came out here I was 35! Not...."

"19..." She helped, a scowl of annoyed betrayal plastered across her face.

"I had also been to war three times, and I was a male and... I came out here to manage my growing business concerns and-."

"-Had just been caught in bed with a governors wife."

"...who told you that?" He said after a long uncomfortable pause

"Your wife."

"How is... Julienne?"

"She hates you."

"Well, that's to be expected," He said, shame in his voice. "Did she remarry?"

"Not yet, she's to busy blowing her way through your military pension."

"How did she get hold of my pension?!"

"She had you declared dead, because, well, she hates you."

The old dog let out a long mournful sigh. "I guess she deserves it, spiteful little creature though she was."

"Father said he could never understood why you married her."

"Well...she could do this thing with her tongue-"

"Uncle!" Yelped Edi, a big smile returning to her face.

"Not just her tongue, she used both paws too! When she was finished with me we'd have to swat the friction fires out of the bed!"

"Uncle!"

"And let's face it Edi, her rump was a bloody masterpiece." The old dog chuckled to himself, delighting in making his niece uncomfortable.

"Uncle, play fair, i'm a lady!" she squeaked.

"Don't worry, your ass is a masterpiece too!"

Edi shook her head in disbelief.

"You must forgive me," He said, his laughter finally subsiding "I have spent too long in the company of simple, hard, folk." He looked her up and down. "You do know how stupid you're being though?" He said, concern drowning out his joy at seeing her again. "It's very dangerous out here my darling. You know i have been shot at more since coming out here than i ever did in the army."

"What? Really?"

"Well...no. But still..."

"I'm fine uncle! I've got Hector, and one of father's pistol's."

The old dog, shook his head. "Your parents must be besides themselves with worry, when do you think you will go home?"

"I'm not going home... I send them letters when I can so they know i'm safe."

Her uncle stared at her, obviously trying to work out some combination of words that would make the young woman turn tail and run back to the safety of her civilized life, then finally gave up. "So you said you wanted to sell me some things?"

Edi's tail gently wagged, the despondency in her posture slowly melted as she realized she was no longer going to be dressed down by the person she had been looking forward to seeing for weeks.

"You won't be sorry uncle!" she yipped. Yanking the door open, she stepped back out into the blinding light of the mid day sun. Her uncle following shortly after.

Hector stood to attention at the sound of the approaching canine, towering over the both of them.

"Hector, this is my uncle, Tabber Towland."

"Good day Mr Towland." Said the horse deferentially.

The older dog looked at the brand marks on his chest. "You didn't tell me he was enslaved," He said to Edi.

"Well... yeah." Said his niece.

The male dog shook his head. "I thought better of you than this."

"Why? What's wrong?" She asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"I guess I just don't like seeing the family crest scorched into someones flesh."

"The mistress is most kind to me Mr Towland." Said Hector.

Tabber scowled at her.

"But I had to buy him, they were going to kill him. Isn't that right Hector?"

"That is true Mistress, you were most generous to spare my life."

"He tried to strangle an overseer so-"

Her uncles eyes clamped wide open in surprise and distress. "So not only is my niece a slaver, she's a fool. You bought a creature knowing full well it tried to murder it's last master. Then you went gallivanting off on your own with it. It's huge, look at him he could break you in half in a heartbeat."

"Hector would never hurt his Mistress." Said Hector.

"Exactly." She said. "Besides, he didn't try to kill his master, he tried to kill an overseer...very different."

Tabber looked the horse up and down, there was barely an inch of his huge frame that wasn't criss-crossed with scars. "I'm not saying he didn't have it coming." Said Tabber, addressing Hector for the first time. "You're a good looking beast though aren't you, save for the mess they made of your skin."

Hector looked at Edi, unsure of how to respond.

"Edi's a good sort. Very gentle hearted. She'll treat you well...I'm truly sorry for what my race has done to you."

Hector looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Hurt her in any way though and i'll hunt you down and flay you. You'll wish she'd left you to die. Understood? Great-" Tabber turned his attention to the cart full of goods, pulling back the coverings that kept the dust and rain off their merchandise.

Edi waited until her uncles back was turned, then patted her horse on the arm as lovingly as was appropriate. "Sorry," She mouthed to him silently. Hector just shrugged.

...

"99-100." Said Tabber, counting coins out onto the counter, then he swept them all into a small black bag, and dropped it into her lap. She sat, her legs politely crossed on the counter beside him.

"I know what you're doing." She said.

"What?"

"...There's only about 30 crowns worth of stuff on the back of that cart, and you're paying me 100 for all of it. I'm not a charity case uncle."

"Consider it a gift. For all the birthdays I missed."

Edi thought about this for a moment. "You also missed my maidenstide. That has to be worth another 50..." She teased.

"Don't push your luck." He said pecking her on the cheek. " I bet that was quite the event for you. The breedhouse has been excited about your coming of age since you were a week old. Crusty old perverts. I bet ever fool with a rank or property was begging to take you to bed."

"Pretty much." She said, with most unbecoming smugness.

"Who had the honour in the end?"

"Well it was supposed to be Lord Cutter. But he came down with the pox and died the week before."

Tabber snorted. "I bet that came as a relief." He said. "Cutter was always an insufferable lard-arse, if you ask me."

"Anyway, the next highest ranking male in attendance was father, and he refused. So Lieutenant Moorefield-"

"Moorefield?!" Said her uncle "The living image of the Duchess, was mounted by that cretin?! Oh for the love of the Saints..."

"It wasn't so bad I thought he was... Handsome"

"The ceremony is supposed to demonstrate your status, not bolster the dignity of some insignificant whelp like, bloody Moorefield. Rejected by your own father, and forced to take a lieutenant to bed...honestly, i'm not surprised you ran away. My brother always was a pious fool, far more concerned with his god's hysterical opinions than the dignity of his own family."

Hector stood uncomfortably in the corner of the trading office, having to stoop to avoid banging his head on the ceiling. He listened intently to the conversation, whilst trying to appear to be doing anything else. When the bell above the door let out a load clatter he had to perform an awkward shuffle just to be able to turn around.

"Hello Marta." Said the old dog.

In the doorway stood a mare, smaller than hector by a considerable amount, her fur was a dappled grey and white, she was young and healthy, her skin bore none of the marks of maltreatment that covered the other present member of her species.

"Why you not come to the warehouse, Mr Towland?" She said, her accent thick and foreign. "I be in warehouse all day and you not come tell me what you want, Mr Tabber. All carts left for the day, no business done today." She scowled at the dog.

"Don't worry about it Marta, all the orders were filled yesterday, there was nothing for you to do anyway."

"Well i could have come here, much to do, could have helped you Mr Tabber." Her tone was far from the respectful one Hector used around the Canines.

"Martha, you could do me a favor actually. I'd quite like some time with my niece, I haven't seen her in years. Would you take hector to get something to eat? Maybe fix up that brand mark on his chest before it festers?"

The mare looked at the burn wound on his chest, then without warning, reached up, and cuffed the huge stallion around the ear with a flick of her hand. "Why you let them burn you? Stupid beast." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door.

"The hypocrisy is coming thick and fast with you today, isn't it uncle?" Said Edi, when the two dogs found themselves alone.

"How so?" Tabber asked, none too warmly.

"Well you made a great fuss of my owning a servant and then-"

"Marta isn't a slave." Tabber interrupted. "I pay her like everyone else that works for me."

"You pay a horse? Uncle! Do you know how much trouble you could get into f-"

He cut her off again. "It's fine, I pay her in food and lodging and gifts and whatnot. I don't give her any currency, so it's all nice and legal. Not that anyone would know out here anyway."

"What about the dogs I saw outside, any one of them could-"

"They're Coyote, my dear, not noble breed like us."

"What's a Coyote?" She asked.

"Nomads, barely more civilized than those heathen wolves, but they're practically the only labor I can get out here, they keep to themselves when they're not working. Either that or they're so out of their minds on peyote no one can understand what they're saying. Either way, don't you worry about your poor old uncle. I'm safe as houses."

Edi tossed her newly loaded purse in her paw and wiggled her nose. "Does that mean there's nowhere around here I can spend a bit of my hard earned money?"

"You're standing in a trading post my dear..." Said Tabber, in a rather condescending tone.

"I mean, on something fun. Cards, music, dancing, maybe a drink."

"Edi, you're in the middle of nowhere, there aren't all that many Gala dinners being held out here."

"I was thinking more of that saloon we passed."

"That's a brothel, and there's no way i'm taking a young lady such as yourself anywhere near that place."

"Well then i'll just go on my own."

"Absolutely not! I forbid it!"

"Oh please! Look, I'll go incognito!" The young female reached over her shoulder and pulled her hood up over her ears and forward to shadow her feminine features, "See now I look like just any other young male looking for a good time."

Tabber threw up his paws in exasperation, "Yes with the exception of your breasts, your curves, your hips, your voice, and your walk, you look entirely male.

As the afternoon wore on the two canines walked arm in arm around Tabbers plot, there wasn't much to see, so they saw it all twice, then a third time. Finally they just sat perched on the small stone well that sat at the very edge of his property and talked. They watched as Marta scrubbed at a naked Hector with a bar of soap and a washcloth, the huge male horse had to sit cross legged so the smaller female could clean his huge scarred shoulders. Hector looked decidedly uncomfortable throughout.

"He's a huge beast isn't he?" Tabber said, watching the scene with interest,

"He really is," She said absently. Enjoying the warmth of the descending orange sun on her pitch black fur. "Thank you for giving him a good scrub, he was getting pretty ripe this last week or two."

"No problem." Tabber said. "She's doing you next."

"What?!" barked Edi.

"I assume, you'd like to stay here this evening."

"Well...I thought that you'd be alright-" Started the smaller dog.

"I am alright. but it's conditional on my sweet lady niece reappearing from under this muck and grime."

Edi rolled her eyes. "Fine..." She sighed. "I don't like baths."

"Too bad... I'll go tell Marta to run you a tub, do you want her to help you?"

"Help...me bathe?"

"Yes."

"No. I think I can manage rubbing soap on myself..."

"Good..." Tabber paused for a moment. "Do you still want to go dancing?..."

"Absolutely I do!" She said, her voice sharp with excitement.

"Alright, well... we aren't going to the brothel. That is still definitely not happening. But... and i'm loathed to say this, if you're up for a bit of a ride, the plantation owners and they're ilk, always meet at the big house on Fridays and get thoroughly drunk. So if you don't mind an evening in the presence of high society slaver filth..."

"Are you sure we can't go to the brothel?"

"Positive."

"Then the slavers it is!"

"Great," Tabber muttered rolling his eyes. "Do you have a dress?"

"No," Said Edi.

"Well then you're lucky your uncle is in trade, I'll have Marta fetch one and lay it out for you."

"Wait for me inside, i'll be with you in a little while, I have some things to attend to."

With that, the older dog, walked purposefully off into the evening, over to where the the two horses were about their own business. When his niece was out of earshot he finally addressed the two horses, Marta was busy scrubbing behind the huge male's ears with a vigor that was making Hector visibly wince.

"When you're done with Hector, I'd like you to run a bath for Miss Edith." Said Tabber addressing Marta directly, "First I just need a quick word with you in private, Hector won't mind If I steal you for a moment. Will you hector?"

"No sir," Said Hector, more than happy to have a brief interlude from the mares aggressive scrubbing.

Tabber walked with the mare following closely behind, across to one of the smaller wooden shacks , opening the door he ushered the equine in a head of him, before following her through, and closing the door behind him.

"What is it?" Asked the Mare, after a long moment of silence.

"Nothing... I just hadn't got a chance to be alone with you today." Tabber sighed and leaned back against a stack of grain sacks, beckoning her over, with a paw.

Marta grinned and leaned up next to him, letting her head rest gently against his. Marta was small for a horse, She and Tabber were of near identical height. She clasped his paws and laced her fingers through his.

"You're hard." said Marta in a sultry whisper. The tightness in his trousers clearly visible now that he had stopped resisting his own body.

"I've been thinking about you all day." He lied.

Marta made as if to take off her dress.

"No." He said whispered, with a loving yet mischievous "With your mouth." Tabber undid his belt then pushed his pants down just far enough that he could pull his throbbing red cock from it's fabric prison. Marta rolled her eyes and lowered herself down onto her knees. The dog tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, He knew Marta would feel neglected by his choice of how they would be spending the next little while, but he really didn't care. As Marta's burning hot mouth engulfed his member, he shook with delight. "Good girl Marta," He said carefully. Not wanting to accidentally say the wrong name. His paws found the back of her head, and urged her onto him. desperate for release, he whimpered, as he thrust his cock into the back of her throat.

...

"So where are we going?" Said Edi,

"Well i thought we'd just walk up to town, and see if the coach master is still sober enough to take us out to the plantation." He said. In the years since leaving the more vivisected world he been born and raised in, Tabber had taken no interest in keeping up with high fashion, so he had decked himself out with the only bit of acceptable clothing he owned, that being his old uniform, the dress he had found for Edi was light blue, and simple, made of light cotton it shifted around her butt and hips in a way Tabber could barely stand.

"How many seasons have you had?" Tabber asked as they walked arm in arm down the street.

"You have become very rude since you came out here Uncle." She said, trying to hide her smile. "A few, i'm 19 after all..."

"I know." He laughed, "i just feel like I missed out on watching you grow up."

"You just feel like you missed out on my maidentide." She teased.

"Guilty." Tabber said.

They stood at the cross roads in the middle of the small town, Tabber looked to his right, he could see the coach master sitting in his chair on the porch, already looking decidedly drunk. Then he looked to his left, 'The Silver Lace' sat on the corner, they had already lit their lamps even though it was barely dusk, he thought for a moment.

"Fuck it." He said, taking his niece by the paw and steering her left.

Edi whooped in delight. "I knew you'd cave Uncle. You never could say no to me."

...

"Evening Mr Towland." said a smooth feminine voice as the unlikely pair breezed into the establishment. "Who's this lovely lady?" Edi turned to look for the source of the voice, and saw the long exiguous frame of a golden furred feline, her breasts were large, her hips wide, but her waist was exceptionally slim. She was taller than any other feline Edi had ever seen, although that was not saying much, beneath her fur, toned muscle rippled as she moved. Edi had never been attracted to her own gender, but this creature was objectively stunning.

"Have you bought me a little puppy to play with?" Said the mountain lioness, Stalking around the pair with an impossibly perfect gait.

"This is my niece." Said Tabber.

"Family outing to a brothel, is it?" The feline said, "I'll never understand you dogs. Most creatures on this earth try to avoid messing around with their own kin, but what with your breed houses, you seem to have turned incest into an art form."

"Oh knock it off Shai, we're just rear to have a drink and play cards."

The lioness sighed and hopped her butt up onto the bar with a sudden absence of grace. "Oh You never let me have any fun anymore, do you Tabby Cat?"

"Don't call me that." Said Tabber, "So... can we have a drink?"

"Well, I'm kind of tempted to say 'no, you cheapskate, we're a brothel, not a clubhouse, fuck something or fuck off'... but then again." She gestured to the rest of the brothel's foyer. there was a bar at one end, a dozen or so round tables surrounded by chairs, and a large double staircase leading up to the rooms where the girls plied their trade. The only remarkable thing about the establishment aside from the ancient looking bartender, was the complete absence of patrons. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"I'm not a cheapskate." Said Tabber, dropping a stack of shimmering silver coins onto the table.

"Nope, you never were that, tabby cat."

Edi snickered to herself "...tabby cat..." She echoed.

"Girls!" Shai shouted. A moment passed then 2 young women appeared, their hips moved with a careful swagger as they descended slowly down the stairs, each holding an opposing Bannister, they moved in almost perfect unison.

"You can knock off the sell girls, Tabby Cat is paying purely for our company tonight. On account of how he's brought his niece with him... to a brothel... for purely innocent reasons."

"...Shai... i'm warning you, i have half a mind to pick up my coins and go..."

"What coins?" The feline said innocently, having deftly pocketed them moments before.

Tabber sighed, and pulled a chair out, gesturing for his niece to take a seat, which she did in the graceful style she had been rigorously taught.

The two young whores, moved swiftly towards the table and eased themselves down onto the seats across from the two customers.

"Hey Tabby," Said the taller of the two, another mountain lioness, she was less muscular than the madam, but maybe a hair taller, a crest of braided fur rolled down from the top of her head and draped in a ponytail over her tight black courset. "Where've you been? You don't come by no-more."

"Any more-" Corrected the older lioness. "I raised you better than that girl..."

"Yes ma." Replied the younger lioness.

"So... have you slept with everyone in here then uncle?" Edi asked with a snicker.

Tabber shook his head. "If your father knew i'd brought you here he'd kill me." He said, primarily to himself.

The other whore's paw shot in the air, "He never done me!" She smiled, she was a short grey curvy young bitch, one ear was flopping down almost entirely over her eye, while the other was pointed firmly to the ceiling, her fur was dappled in splotches of darker grey, white and browns.

Edi looked the mismatched canine over, she couldn't place any of her features to any particular breed. "I'm Edi," She finally said, offering the whore her paw daintily. "I haven't seen another noble bitch since I left the city, lovely to meet you."

The grey female snorted, "Mi'lady, I might be a dog, but I ain't no noble breed. I'm mongrel 'n proud!" She smiled.

"How come she gets to speak like a peasant and I don't?" said the younger lioness.

"Because Maisy is a peasant dear... and I didn't spend years trying to get her to behave proper." Said the older lioness, placing a tray of liquor glasses down on the table. "No offense my love..." she said to the happy faced young mongrel.

Maisy stuck her tongue out at the madam playfully. Then turned and whispered to Edi, loudly enough that everyone could here. "person-to-person, I fink it's why ol' Tabby won't fuck me, he don't fink a mongrel bitch's good enough to wrap round his posh cock."

"That's absolute nonsense." Said Tabber "You're a very attractive young thing Maisy, I just prefer my women a bit more-"

"Horsey?" Said the young lioness, causing both the young whores to giggle uncontrollably.

"What does that mean?" Edi said with a quizzical glance at her uncle.

"No idea..." He lied, picking up a glass of liquor from the table and sipping at it ashamedly.

"Girls! Don't torture the customers."

Shai sat down at a free chair almost as gracefully as Edi had, then picked up a glass for herself. "Marty, play some music for us would you?"

The ageing bartender nodded then hopped across the bar with an athleticism belonging to a male a third his age, he made his way to the old piano in the corner, flipped the lid, and struck out a lively tune on the ivories.

"You a virgin?" asked Maisy, necking a glass of liquor and helping herself to another slug from the bottle. "You kinda look like you might be." Although blunt, there was no malice in the way she asked.

"No! Of course not, i'm 19. I had my Maidenstide 2 years ago."

"Maidenstide?" Asked the young lioness.

"It's a thing the posh dogs do, they celebrate their daughters coming of age by letting some old pervert have a go on their pussy." Said Maisy.

"It's not like that," Said Edi, reaching for a glass, "It signifies-"

"-That bitches are only good for humpin'?" Maisy interrupted with a cheeky grin.

"Bit rich coming from a whore." Edi retorted.

"I'm just playin' w' ya." Maisy smiled.

"Be nice girls." Said Tabber.

"I didn't mean nothin' by it... I like humpin', Don't I Troy?" She shouted at the pianist-come-bartender.

"You do indeed." Said the old dog without missing a single note. "3rd best fuck I e'er had." he smiled

"3rd?!" shouted Maisy. "You ol' bastard, if'n i'm only third why'd you keep blowin' all yer wage buyin' nights w' me?"

"Just want to try you out a few times before I asked for your paw in matrimony my dear. Can't marry a crap lay can I? I've got standards my dear." He grinned

"Why would I marry you, ol' boy? I already got all your money!"

This time the entire table smiled.

By the time the first new customer walked through the door, the party had relocated to the table nearest the piano, and all involved were well on their way to being rather drunk.

"Why can't Maisy do it?" Asked the young lioness, from her position, draped around Troy's shoulders, she had been singing along to his playing, loudly and well, when the Coyote walked in.

"Because Maisy's in season, and Coyotes are still dog enough to knock her up... so off you go Vi."

The young lioness huffed "But I was having fun..." She said as she marched across the room, took the patron by the paw and led him upstairs. "Come on... if you can finish inside of 15 minutes I'll give you a discount."

"No you won't!" Shouted her mother up the stairs after her.

...

As the night wore on all present found themselves deeply embraced by the warm heady glow of the strong liquor they were demolishing, one bottle after another. Vi had returned from her client 2 hours previously and was still complaining intermittently about the Coyotes insultingly small tip.

"I know they speak the common tongue, they speak it just fine when they're telling you to suck their cock, but when you start asking about a little gratuity, suddenly it's all 'me no speak basic dog, me coyote, me go now'." Said the feline necking the end of a glass of whisky.

Tabber tried to get his eyes to focus on her, managing only through a combination of squinting and deep breathing. He wondered if the whisky they were all drinking was still going to end up on his tab, he knew it would. "Fuck it." He said out loud, unintentionally.

"She did!" Said maisy, bursting into laughter, quite without company.

"Shut up Mongrel, you take the next one."

"Can't, i'm in heat." Maisy said smugly, sticking her tongue out at the other whore.

"You've got two other holes don't you?"

"Girls! enough! There is a young lady here, who is quite unaccustomed to your vulgar prattling." Said the older lioness, pouring another round of drinks for everyone.

"Good point," Said Vi. "She can fuck the next one."

Tabber looked around at is niece and smiled lovingly, he knew he should have taken her home long before either of them had gotten this drunk, then again he knew he shouldn't have taken her to a brothel. Uncle of the year he was not, but being responsible had never been his strong suit. In fact it had pretty much always been his weakest.

"There was a sudden wail of wood on wood, as Maisy shuffled her chair towards Tabber. "So Tabby-cat, you changed yer mind yet? There's still plenty of time to go ruin a bed wi' me.."

"I'm charmed but I must decline." Slurred Tabber.

Maisy huffed "I don't get it! Why don't you wanna fuck me? I'm female, i'm a canine, i'm in heat, i'm f'ckin pretty too." Maisy was still grinning broadly although her frustration seemed genuine.

"It's not your fault," Said Tabber. "It's they way I was raised, my family drilled me so hard about the sanctity of the bloodline, none purebred bitches just don't excite me."

"I'd still fuck you even if you were half pig.." Said Marty.

"Shut up Marty." She said. "Mr Tabber have you ee're even looked at my tits? They 're the best tit's in this brothel by far!"

"The hell they are." Said Vi.

Without a moments notice Maisy grabbed at the bow that held her dress around her neck and tugged it lose, she pulled her arms free of the shoulder straps and pushed the mess of fabric down to her waist, exposing the dappled uneven grey fur that covered her firm perky young breasts.

"You really think those mosquito bites hold a candle to these world class dumplings?" Vi wriggled her bodice down exposing her own exceptional set. "I don't think it, I know it."

"Amateurs." Said the older lioness, "It's not about what ya got it's about how you use them."

"Of course you'd say that, you're old, your tits need all the help they can get." Said Vi.

Her mother laughed heartily. "You cheeky little harlot, i should bend you over my knee."

"Oh god yes..." mumbled Tabber.

"Dirty bastard." Chuckled Maisy. "Maybe she should bend me over her knee too."

"...meh..." Shrugged Tabber, deliberately teasing the young bitch, He made sure to shoot her a warm smile a moment later. She returned it happily.

"What about these?" Said Edi.

There was a round of guffaws and applause from the 3 whores. Unsure why, Tabber turned to look at his niece, when he saw her bare chest the whisky he was in the process of swallowing caught in his throat and he spluttered it loudly down his front.

"Most impressive my young lady." Shai said, clapping her paws together as if witnessing the final curtain call at an opera.

"What's going on?" Marty turned from the piano and glanced over his shoulder "Oh... my."

The doors to the brothel clattered open again, and two well dressed dogs stepped out of the warm dead air of the night.

"Evenin' Mr Ross, Mr Graves..." Said Maisy.

The dog's barely even looked at her.

"I can't stay long." Said the older of the two males. "My wife is expecting me back at the plantation house." He took his jacket off and passed it to the younger canine. "You may wait outside for me." He said, and with that the younger male bowed and wordlessly stepped back outside.

"I'll take you and your daughter tonight Madam. Double the fee, naturally. I assume you have at least one bed with clean sheets?"

Shai rose to her feet with years of well honed grace, "Of course Sir, please come with me."

"Duty calls." Said Vi finishing her drink and following the other two up the stairs.

"Am I a leper?" barked Maisy when the group had left earshot. "Bastard din't even look at me!"

"Damn slaver scum." Mumbled Tabber "Ruining a perfectly good evening."

"I mean, like, i should'a been like a flame to a moth fer that stuffy ol' dog."

"That's it!" Marty said jumping to his feet "I'm most sorry Mr Tabber but I gotta take care of somethin'," The old dog took 3 steps towards the table, grabbed Maisy under the arms and effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder.

Maisy squealed in his arms.

"Put me down ye' old git." She laughed.

"No ma'am." He said "You need a good humping or you're gonna be all self indulgent till we're all sick of ya."

"You better pay me." she said tweaking his ear.

Marty began scaling the stairs to the bedrooms still with her slung over one shoulder.

"Naa..."

"Well... Then you better make me cum."

"Yes ma'am."

"No fucking freebies!" Came the stern voice of the madam from down the corridor.

....

Edi looped her arm with her uncle as the pair stepped out into the warm night air. The moon was low, the chirping of the cicadas poured slowly across the flat lands all around.

"i thought you woulda pounced that mongrel uncle." She said steadying herself against him. "You didn't have to play the gentleman on my account."

Tabber smiled "I may not have been among decent society for a long time pup, but I still have some standards. Call me a snob, but a bitch without breeding, is like breeding without a bitch, not worth doing."

"You're a strange one..." Edi said laying her head against his shoulder. "You come all this way out here to avoid all the nonsense of home, only to have brought it with you."

"I'm...complicated." he said, fighting the inclination to slur.

"Isn't it such a wonderful night? it's so warm and peaceful." She pulled on his elbow bringing them both to a gentle stop.

The prairie that spanned for miles around was almost reverentially quiet, save for the chirp of the little creatures that sang from the gently fluttering sea of grass. Halfway between the small town and Tabbers home, the only source of light was the shimmering blue moon.

"Yeah... I love it out here." He said, giving his niece a gentle squeeze about her shoulders. "but... well... you need to go home Edi, back home you can have everything. Out here you'll just stay, until you realize it isn't what you want, if it takes you too long to figure that out, then when you do finally go home, you'll find that those opportunities didn't wait for you." He replayed the sentence in his head, positive that he would have made a much better job of making his point 4 whiskies ago.

"I know... but not yet. Another year of adventures, then I promise i'll go home."

Tabber chuckled, "You little liar."

"I promise! I know i'm not gonna find an eligible member of the breed out here., so i'll have to go back sometime. Unless I get really lucky and find one on my travels." She rested her head against his shoulder.

Tabber's ears pricked up.

"Can bitches join the army? Or the navy... That might be a more respectable way to have adventures." She said, as her paw came up to fiddle with the tarnished collection of medals on his chest.

Tabber shook a collection of dirty thoughts from his mind. "Erm... Sometimes, depends... They aren't allowed to hold non commissioned ranks in most regiments, and seeing as you can only become an officer if you're noble breed, a mongrel like Maisy couldn't... you might be able to though... Your father wouldn't like it too much, I dare say he could make it pretty much impossible for you if he wanted."

"That's a shame. I think I would look very handsome in a uniform."

"You'd hate it Edi, too many rules. Too many people telling you what to do, and what to be. Heck, I hated it, took me 15 years to realize it, but I did. And those kind of adventures... they tend to leave a bad taste in your mouth-"

Edi made a small grunt of agreement. "I guess I'll just keep doing what i'm doing then." She said.

Finally they reached the front door to Tabbers place of business, the buildings upper floor also serving as his residence, he reached out and twisted the door handle. Tabber struck a match and made his way to the counter where he found a lamp and set it gently a blaze.

"Wait here a moment i'll go and make sure Marta made up a bed for you." He said climbing the stairs at the rear of the structure. Once out of sight of his niece he made for his own master bedroom and opened the door. His room was empty, he had expected Marta to be tucked in gently snoring. He sighed with relief. She knew better than to flaunt their relationship in front of others, especially other canines. She would be sleeping in one of the bunks in the storehouse, he knew.

"Everything okay uncle?" Said Edi from the bottom of the stairs.

"Sure is," He said, "One more drink before we retire?" He called, his voice dropping in volume as his niece appeared at the top of the stairs.

"One step ahead of you," She said, raising a bottle of brandy in her paw, clearly pilfered from her uncles shop.

"I didn't know you liked brandy." He said.

"I don't know if I do yet, I don't think i've ever tried it."

...

An hour later and the pair were still talking. Sat in the armchairs that sat either side of a small table in the corner of Tabbers room. They passed the bottle back and forth occasionally, but neither felt the urge to sup heavily on the sweet liqour.

"...and so then the ferryman pulled me out of the water and dumped me on the deck, just threw up his paws laughing and said; 'Young man, I've never seen anyone swallow so much water that they grew tits before!'" Edi laughed. "After that I stopped pretending to be a male so much, I think I was just making a fool out of myself."

Tabber's grin spread from ear to ear. "I'm afraid you don't really have the shape for masquerading as one, no." He looked her up and down, regarding the light blue of the dress which hugged her lean, fit, yet still patently feminine body. "That dress really is much to bright for you, isn't it?"

"Yup," Edi nodded, "It's one of the reasons I like travelling so much, I get to wear dark clothes, Mama, always used to dress me in bright things, I thought I looked like a shadow behind a lemon or something..." She stood up, "Actually, close your eyes a moment, I've got a dress that I save for special occasions, it's as black as my fur, can I show you?"

Tabber smiled a tired smile.

"Maybe tomorrow?" he said, "It's getting pretty late."

"Fine then, don't close your eyes." She tucked a thumb under each shoulder strap and effortlessly free'd herself of the bright fabric. The thin summer dress cascaded downwards, shimmering in the candle light as it fluttered down around her ankles, leaving her as naked as the day she was made. "Do you like it?" She said, "It's my very favorite thing to wear."

Tabber didn't feel tired anymore. "Yes... It's perfect." He stammered.

"I know you made a bed for me but I thought I'd sleep in with you tonight," She said.

"Edi... I"

"Why haven't you asked me to lay with you yet?" She said, cutting him off, a hint of insecurity in her voice. "I'm old enough, I'm pretty, we're well acquainted... what's stopping you?"

Tabber thought quickly for an excuse that didn't involve Marta.

"I thought maybe you had taken up your fathers faith. I didn't want to put you in an awkward situation."

"Well, I haven't." She said,

Tabber didn't move, he just sat staring at her, his mind racing, his blood pumping.

"We don't have to if you're not interested." Her confidence seemed to be waning, her body shifted to a more modest pose as she began to feel foolish.

"It's not that," he said,

"Are you in love with your horse?" She said abruptly, unable to look him in the eye.

Tabber wanted to say how 'Marta wasn't 'his' anything, That she didn't belong to anyone except herself and that he loved her for that', but instead he said, "Don't be disgusting," And hated himself for it.

He stood from his chair, and pulled on his belt buckle, "Honestly, you try and be a gentleman and all you get in return is insulted." He smiled insincerely as his khaki trousers feel down around his ankles. He felt ashamed, his cock fell thick and swollen from it's confinement, eager to betray Marta even if his heart wasn't.

He walked towards her unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his faded black and tan fur, and the hard weathered body which lay beneath it. Edi turned and climbed up onto his bed, positioning herself on all fours before him. She arched her back and lifted her tail up high, like a black sail above the rolling flow of her perfect pitch black body. He stiffened almost painfully. The black fur of her rump gave way to the equally black bare skin of her sex, and her tight little tail hole.

He moved up behind her in a heartbeat, Marta disappearing from his thoughts in a flash of burning, white hot, lust. He grabbed his rock hard crimson cock and pressed it hard against her pussy. He tried to grab her rump but found it wasn't there. Edi had turned round and dropped her butt down against the bed, a look of surprise on her face.

"What are you doing?!" she squeaked.

"I thought..." He started, his own face now hopelessly bemused.

"We're kin!" She said.

"So?" He said.

"You've got to put it... in the other place..." She said, suddenly bashful.

"Why? You're not in heat..."

"Because it's the law! "

"No it's not." Said Tabber, his confusion in no way dissipating. "Who told you that?"

"Vincent and Tye, both said so. Everyone knows it..."

Tabber burst into laughter.

"What what's so funny?" Edi said scowling.

"I'm afraid your brothers have been playing a joke on you." Tabber sat down beside her, his cock standing proud and glistening from his lap. "there's no law saying you have to take family under your tail."

"But... then why would they-"

"So you'd let them do it I imagine..." he said "Wait... so you've been taking-" His lips parted in a massive grin. "Every time-" He began to laugh hysterically.

"...stop laughing." Edi scowled.

Tabber was wheezing, his eyes red, when he managed to force out the words. "No wonder you ran away!"

Edi huffed and sat up on the side of the bed, making as if to leave. "Go to hell," she said, the curse sounding unnatural and forced coming from her. She reached down towards where her dress lay crumpled up on the ground.

Tabber wiped his eyes then grabbed his niece by her scruff, pulling her back down onto the bed.

Edi looked up at him through wounded eyes. "I'm not a joke."

Tabber simply smiled and climbed on top of her, parting her legs with his own. She gave a halfhearted attempt at rolling away, but the older dog's paws forbade it. She huffed once again, but then her legs were against him, holding him gently, inviting him.

He leaned down to kiss her, but her paw was there in a flash, flat against his snout gently keeping him at bay. "No," She said firmly, "Don't be disgusting, you're still my uncle."

Tabber rolled his eyes, "So that hasn't changed then..."

"What?" Edi responded.

Tabber opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when he felt one of her paws wrap around his cock. He composed himself after a moment. "You can fuck your kin, but kissing them is obscene..." He said finally, swatting her paw away from his cock.

"Kissing is a demonstration of romantic love..." She started, before gasping suddenly, her eyes wide, as her uncle drove his cock up into her without warning. Parting her sex in an instant and seating his cock almost to the knot. "...mating is a function of the animal side of us..." She finished.

"Don't quote etiquette manuals at me," He whispered, pulling his hips back then driving them forward, forcing her down into the mattress.

Edi's eyes rolled back. "I forgot how good this feels." She moaned, the year on the road had been a lonely one for her, and now her body sang as she slaked her thirst.

"You sure you don't want me to fuck your ass? There's still time." He teased.

"Why must you make everything base and obscene uncle."

Tabber just grinned and grabbed at one of her modest, yet impossibly well formed breasts, fondling it as he rammed his cock into her tight sex once again. "Try it." He said.

"Try what?" She gasped.

"Say something obscene."

"Like what?"

Tabber looked down between them, marveling at the glistening point where the deep red of his cock met the smooth pitch black folds of her sex. "Ask me to fuck your tight little cunt harder."

She smirked, "-Harder-" she said, suddenly sounding desperately embarrassed.

"No, no," He said, grinding his hips up between her thighs. "Say 'Uncle, I want you to fuck my tight little cunt harder- say those exact words."

"Uncle-" was all she could say before he drove his muzzle against hers, her eyes widened as his tongue slipped into her mouth, for a moment she fought him, but his passion won her over, the obscenity of the incestuous kiss felt oddly liberating, a great release of pressure she didn't even know she was carrying, she loved it. Her paws grabbed at the back of his thick neck and pulled him down harder into the kiss.

Quiet prevailed as the two fucked, and kissed, and touched so intently that the world might as well have ended at the four corners of Tabber's bed. When Edi finally had to come up for air, she threw her arms around his shoulders, and breathed in deeply, resting her panting muzzle against the male's thick neck.

His cock moved in her in firm confident strokes, gently working her up through layer after layer of exquisite, ever intensifying delight; the sensation building like floodwater against a dam that yearned to burst. She lifted her knee, trying to perfect the sensation, but his elbow blocked it's path. Edi moaned in in-eloquent delight as her lover responded by tucking his arm back and under her knee, raising it up for her, in what seemed to the young bitch like a moment of divine sexual harmony between them.

With one last hard flurry Tabber brought her to a pounding climax, she tensed and shuddered, blood rushed in her ears, her breath caught in her chest. His glistening cock splashed ferociously in the silky clear liquid that poured from between her legs. Her quiet composed nature prevented her from crying out or moaning like a whore, she rode through the greatest orgasm of her life in near silence, save for a quiet gasp. Her body held none of the same reserve. Beneath Tabber, she writhed and shook, her heavenly sex pulsed and hugged at his member for what seemed like an eternity. The old male fought the urge to cum, desperate not to interrupt her orgasm in any way.

He bore down on her with his near full weight, pressing his chest down into her impossibly black fur, still his hips hammered away at her. Tabber knew his ability to control his own orgasm was fading fast. Finally she whimpered, as the fog of her orgasm lifted and the sensation between her legs became all to extreme.

"Stop!" She squeaked only half meaning it. Tabber rammed his cock into her hard, slamming the bed frame against the wall like an orchestral bass drum. He leaned away from her, lowered his head, and pressed his wet panting tongue against the tender flesh of her left breast, then in one fluid motion licked his niece along the thick black fur which contoured her breast, up across her collar bone, up her neck, along her jaw line, until he found her sweet wet lips, and drove their muzzles together. His hips drove against her hard, his buttocks tensed from the exertion. She whimpered a half pained little noise into his mouth as he forced her tight little hole to accept the bulbous pulsing base of his substantial canine cock.

She near broke their kiss, almost about to speak, to protest, her uncle grabbed her muzzle and forced their mouths against one another once more, wide and hard. Soon her tongue was exploring his mouth eagerly once again.

Her paws found his rump, and pulled him with all her might up between her legs. His hips twitched rhythmically as they lay bound together, his cock gushing unseen jets of thick white cum deep inside her.

After, they lay in silence not speaking, still bound together, his arms ached from the exertion of keeping his body lifted off her chest. Now that she was thinking more clearly, the erotic nature of being unable to breathe had warn off. Reality had well and truly began to claw it's way back into their minds.

"You shouldn't have done that..." She said finally, looking between their legs.

"...I know..." He said. Even he had respect for the extreme social taboo of actually cumming into the sex of a close blood relative. "You're not in heat though... So odds are..."

"You shouldn't have done that..." She repeated shame gripping at her chest.

He fell silent for a moment. "You've never been tied before have you?"

She shook her head. The custom had fallen by the wayside long ago, a relic of a more primitive time, it was something wolves did, not highborn members of the noble breeds, certainly not related ones.

"You want me to try and pull it out?" He said.

She looked up at him, wriggled her nose, gave him her best bedroom eyes and a wicked half smile, and shook her head.

...

Marta woke early, as she always did, and fetched water from the well for her morning wash. Returning to her cot in one of Tabbers storage houses, she disrobed and stretched then plunged her sponge into the cool water and set about washing yesterdays grime from her short glossy fur. Once she was clean and she shimmered in the orange sun that bled in stripes through the wooden slats of the structure, she set about combing her long golden hair, swaying her body gently as she waited for the warm morning air to gently dry her fur.

She jumped in alarm as she looked into the corner to see Hector staring back wide eyed at her. She had completely forgotten he had spent the night in the other cot.

"Hey! Nasty dirty beast!" She frowned and launched the brush at his face, missing by a few inches "No! No watch! Look away." She grabbed at the blanket on her bed and brought it up to cover her bare flesh.

Hector smiled and raised a huge hand in apology. He stood up, and stretched his vast naked body as wide as he could, yawning loudly. He sighed in relief as his neck cracked in a most satisfying way, then with a wink he turned and walked out onto the dusty earth of the world.

Marta finished her morning routine quickly then went into tabbers residence, fired up the stove and set about making his breakfast. She didn't like handling raw meat, she thought it unnatural to eat the flesh of living creatures, even if that creature wasn't sentient. But She loved Tabber, and he loved her, but he also loved bacon, so she had learned how to cook it for him, even if the smell did make her want to gag.

She placed the overcooked pile of bacon between two slices of bread and placed it on a plate, then walked it upstairs. Outside the guest bedroom she realized she hadn't made anything for Tabbers niece. What was her name again? Marta thought. She couldn't remember. What was the polite way of addressing a privileged young canine? She couldn't remember that either, What was the dog word for 'awake' again? Marta gave in with a sigh and gently tapped on the door.

"Little girl dog you... sleeping?" She said. "You have breakfast now or no?"

There was no response.

Marta shrugged and walked along the hallway towards Tabber's bedroom, if he was still asleep she would wake him with a kiss. She absolutely adored that, he always smiled, no matter how deeply he was sleeping when she had roused him. She had got so used to sharing his bed that even one night alone had been a depressing experience for her, but Marta's life had been hard, and she was a realist as a result, she knew well the casual contempt with which dogs treated equine sort, and the brutal way in which they punished fraternization between the two, so absolute discretion was second nature to her. But still, her chest fluttered lightly at the idea of a stolen kiss, or a gentle embrace.

She cracked the door to his room, peered inside, and then her heart broke.