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My sister and I were grounded for the rest of our lives. At least, that's what Dad said. After he'd caught us, naked, in bed, with Cousin Randy, I was frankly surprised that we didn't get sent away to some convent for wolves.

The only thing that saved us was the pills. Dad couldn't really blame us, when we were under the influence of some unknown drug that Randy's friend, Pie, had given him. We'd had to beg and promise that it hadn't been Randy's fault, either. That we'd taken the pills despite his best efforts. I swear, Dad was about to go to the police and arrest a thirteen-year-old for being unable to control himself around his horny, eager cousins. Instead, Randy, like us, was grounded for eternity. The only time we ever got to leave the house was to attend school.

At least Candy had dodged a bullet that I hadn't. She hadn't been in heat on that fateful night. I still can't believe I let my older cousin knot me four times. After a week, Mom had purchased a pregnancy test for me...and I was positive. I was already gaining weight as Randy's litter started to grow inside my belly. Dad was already planning to pull me out of school on some pretense so that no one would know what had happened, and they could raise the pups as if they were Mom and Dad's.

The drive to school was always extra awkward. Dad had to drive us to school because Mom, like us, didn't have hands. But I couldn't help but see the way he looked at me, now, with a sad shake of his head. He was clearly disappointed in me, even if he said he wasn't, and at the end of the car ride, he always reminded us that we were to be waiting on the curb within five minutes of school ending for the drive back.

Newport only had a couple of schools, and only one that allowed four-leggers too. We were always dropped off on the South side with the other four-leggers, and Randy was dropped off on the North side. I hadn't seen him since the morning after, and there wasn't really a chance for sixth grade four-legger to run into an eighth grade two-legger. "Thanks, Dad," Candy said. I just nodded my head.

Another day of classes when adding fractions was the least interesting thing on my mind. How could I keep pretending everything was normal when I was _pregnant?_How could I keep interacting with the other kids? Daryl, as cute as the Great Dane was, kept trying to talk to me, but I kept blowing him off. What would he think of me if he knew the secret I was carrying?

Candy didn't seem to have the same sort of problem. She wagged her tail and raised her paw and talked to her friends as if she hadn't lost her virginity in a drug-fueled orgy with her sister and cousin. She seemed to have lost all her inhibitions talking to Daryl, too, after years of being too shy. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was actually better off.

During a water bowl break, my grey-furred sister walked up to me and said, "I can't get that night out of my head."

I just cocked my head. Did she not realize that I'd gotten knocked up? "Me either."

Candy whispered, "I just...it felt...good. Did you feel good?"

I shook my head. "I mean...at the time, but we were totally high." I glanced around to make sure no one could overhear us.

Candy shivered. "But that's what I mean. The drug...it made me feel so confident. So buzzed."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "C'mon, Candy. You're supposed to be the responsible one. That night was...it was a huge mistake. Drugs are bad!"

Candy nodded, but after a slight hesitation. "I know. I don't want to try it again. I just want to know, you know, what it was. If only I could talk to Pie."

I sighed. "That husky is not worth talking to, and besides, it's not like we can just waltz over to the North wing of the school."

My sister just shrugged. "Mrs. Thealy uses a generic hall pass. Could tell people I'm on an errand and leave at twelve-ten. That's the middle of class, but the start of the eighth-grade passing period."

I dropped my jaw. "You've really been thinking about this, haven't you."

Candy shrugged again. "I guess. I just... have questions I need answered."

So did I. Did Randy even know he'd knocked me up? Did he care? Did he regret that night as much as I did? Would he apologize if he saw me? I'd always liked Cousin Randy, but I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. It's not like he had been on any drug stronger than my heat - though, to be fair, I did do everything in my power to shove my spade in his face.

"Don't be stupid. You're just going to get caught and then it's going to get back to Dad and _you'll_get taken out of school just like I will."

If Candy heard me, I couldn't tell.

If Candy heard me, she ignored me, because in Mrs. Thealy's class, at precisely 12:10 o'clock, the grey-furred wolf raised her paw and got excused to use the bathroom. I gritted my teeth, well aware that she was going to cruise the 8th grade hall for that stupid pot-head, Pie.

I stewed for almost twenty seconds before I made my decision. "Mrs. Thealy, I have to go to the bathroom, too."

With the hall pass clipped to my collar, I sniffed, but I couldn't follow Candy's scent. Too many dogs, wolves, and cats wandered these halls. But I knew where she was going and I was going to catch up even if it got me detention for running.

Except I didn't catch up to her. At least not before I entered the eighth-grade halls, filled with incredibly tall two-leggers looking down at me (if they even noticed me at all). I was the wrong type AND the wrong grade to be there, but the kids didn't call me on it, and the hall monitors took one look at my hall pass and let me go. I thought I saw Candy down the hallway, but before I could run to catch up, I heard a voice behind me.

"Carly?"

It was Randy. Candy would have to wait.

* * * * *

Everything went according to plan. I hit the eighth-grade halls just as passing period started, and I gazed down the halls in both directions looking for the red-furred husky who'd somehow managed to become friends with Randy. Pie was quite a slacker, but I didn't know which classes were honors, and which weren't. Species of every type filed into the hallway, but not many had red fur. I picked him out of the crowd in no time, watching the thirteen-year-old boy meander slowly down the hallway, in certainly no rush to get to class.

"Pie! Pie!" I gasped, dashing past the other students' feet until I was right behind him.

He turned, looking confused, until he cocked his head and looked down at the four-legger below him. "Carly??" he asked, confused.

I shook my head. "Candy. Carly's got the white fur."

"What are you doing here?"

I paused. "Look, I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Is there...someplace more private?" I asked, looking around.

Pie grumbled. "I'm gonna be late to class..."

"Oh..."

He laughed. "Just kidding. I'm always late. So, there's no class in the art room down the hall right now. That's a pretty good place to talk."

Trust a slacker to know where to hide.

As nonchalantly as we could, the two of us walked against the flow of traffic down the side hall, past the students getting ready to saw and chop and weld things, past the art room, and then there was a short, twenty foot stretch of hallway around the turn that had the art storage closet before ending at the emergency exit. Sure enough, no one was there, even though it was still the middle of passing period.

"What's up?" the husky asked, ears perked up.

Where to begin? Did Pie even know what had happened? Would Randy have told him? "Do you...remember those pills you gave Randy?"

"Wha? Oh, Rand. Yeah. I heard he actually gave them to you..."

I nodded. "What else did you hear?"

"The guy was mad at me. I didn't expect him to use them. But I smoothed it over with him once I told him -" said Pie, before I interrupted him.

"I liked it."

"Liked what?"

Arching my head back to look him straight in the eye, I said, "I liked the pill. I liked the way it made me feel."

He scrunched his eyebrows. "But they -"

I shook my head. "I want more," I said, finally giving up on the lie I'd told my sister.

He froze, staring down at me with new appreciation. "Dude, I don't think you know what you're saying."

"Stop treating me like a child. I know what I'm doing. Do you have any or not?" I asked, raising my hackles.

"You're not even a teenager yet. You're in sixth grade," Pie pointed out.

"Four-leggers grow faster. I'm a full-sized wolf, you know."

Pie sighed and leaned against the wall. "Look, I've got more, but if I get wrapped up again for selling drugs I'm gunna end up in military school. I can't have some eleven-year-old spouting off where she got these things."

I looked down. I didn't have any money. Dad never let us bring money to school, and it wouldn't be easy for us to use, anyway, without hands. We always have to have the cashier reach into our bags and collect the money for us. "Who said anything about 'buying' them?"

"I sure as shit ain't risking it_for free_," growled the husky. "You're wasting my time, Candy."

I shook my head. "I told you, I'm not a kid. I'm all grown-up now. I can give you something better than money."

"What?"

I took a deep breath. What was I thinking? Sure I'd had a crush on Pie a year ago before I settled on Steven, but that was just because he was the only older boy I got to see when I was hanging around with Randy. I wanted that pill, and I had to prove to the thirteen-year-old that I wasn't just some four-legged puppy. I knew a way to accomplish both things.

"I'll suck your cock."