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My sister wasn't lucky. Barely three weeks after the camping trip, she started to get thicker in the belly, and she was feeling nauseous in the morning. She didn't fess up to our parents until they took her to the doctor for a fever. The doctor had experience with taurs, and after a few minutes of rubbing Klara's belly, knew the cause of her symptoms.

That was when Klara came clean about what happened. The parents were understandably upset. At least she didn't point out that they'd actually been _talking_to her while she was getting plugged by some random yellow labrador. She claimed instead that she woke up to Star on her back and it was too late.

I couldn't help but feel responsible for knocking up my sister. No one knew but me, but I was watching from behind when Star pumped his fat, red knot into her swollen, gray mound. I could have stopped him, but instead, I recorded the whole damn thing, audio and everything. Every night I watched the footage again, Klara talking through her tent to try desperately to get her parents to go away, thinking that her boyfriend was the one fondling her inside the tent. I bit my lip when, just after the moment of truth, Klara_yelped_, and I could hear my Dad say "Honey, do you need to go to the doctor?"

How she managed to stay calm and reply, while at the same time she held her tail aside for the camera, giving me a perfect view of her bulging pussy, stretched and veiny, I'll never know. The only time I could ever make it past that section of the video without cumming was when I was so horny I watched it back-to-back. It was worth it though, because nothing beat the second orgasm, when I watched my sister squirm and moan as Star started to fill her fertile, teenage womb with a nice, warm litter of seven (apparently) four-legged pups.

I don't think I'll ever get tired of that video.

Life continued, of course, and Klara joined Vera and Ida as talks of the town, as each of the dogtaur cousins grew fat with canine pups. It was the summer of scandal for our extended family, but when kids in town tried to tease and taunt me about it, I just shrugged. I would give anything to have the video I recorded. I know it hurt Klara a lot, and that wasn't fair at all. It was _my_fault more than anyone's. I know it was selfish. But that image was seared into my mind and my phone and I didn't want it out.

"Hey, Elliot? Want to have a sleepover?" my friend Sam called me.

Sam was a good kid. We'd been friends since 5th grade, and it was nice having someone reliable starting 9th grade together at a new school. Now we were sophomores, and while some of my 'acquaintance' friends had distanced themselves from me after the news about Klara broke, Sam had been there. I didn't dare tell him what had _really_happened at the campsite. No one would want to be friends with me, then, especially not a human like Sam.

"Sure. I can't believe summer is already half over. We're gonna be juniors."

Sam said, "Yeah. Did you hear about Tanya Schmidt?"

I paused my fidget spinner, crossing my front legs in front of me. Tanya was a two-legged husky Senior. "No, what?"

"Word is she got pregnant!"

I rolled my eyes. "I think you're talking to the wrong guy to be surprised about teenage pregnancy."

"No, no, you don't understand, it's not Wallace's," Sam continued. "They broke up. She fucked a dog. Like a feral one."

"Jesus Christ," I said, picturing the rather buxom red-furred husky on all fours with a labrador on her back. Not a bad thought. "Probably just rumors, though."

"No, I hear there's like...video of it, on the web, if you know where to look. It's legit. Maybe people will lay off you and your family a bit now?"

"Fat chance of that. It'll just be worse. Maybe if some humans got caught with a dog or a horse or whatever. Tanya'll just make them even more certain that dogs like us are just animals who can't control ourselves."

Sam paused on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry. Wish I could help."

"So, this sleepover?"

"Oh, right. Saturday? We can watch all the Evil Dead movies again or play something."

"It's a date," I said, wagging my tail.

It didn't take me more than ten minutes after Sam hung up for me to find the video of Tanya Schmidt. Crisp video that seemed to be taken from a camera in the dog's collar, the picture swayed back and forth, but it was definitely Tanya. She was leaning over the side of her bed talking into a phone, with her red, husky tail curled over her back. Her left hand was between her legs, cupping her spade. The sound quality was shit, but the collar camera walked closer and closer to her until it had a nice, up-close view of her pussy, spreading wide for the dog's tongue.

Sadly, the rest had to be imagined. After a minute of licking, the dog hopped onto Tanya's back, showing a nice view of the back of her head as she whimpered and grunted. Could have been faked at this point, but I think it wasn't. I think the dog really started to fuck her.

Then I saw that there were improvements to the video uploaded. One had stabilized Tanya in the middle of the camera so that instead of the bobbing collar, each frame was matched up so that image was dead center. Another random guy had filtered the sound to get rid of the noise for nice, clear grunts and groans. But the best addition had some new footage added to the end of the video. How the user managed to get ahold of Tanya's cell phone footage, I'll never know, but right when the dog is starting to plaster her cunt full of puppy batter, it shows Tanya, holding the phone at herself, whimpering as a huge Rottweiler humped her. There was no doubt now that she was really getting it from a four-legged dog, now, even while her boyfriend could be heard calling her a disgusting bitch.

I saved the fully upgraded video alongside my own little film, wishing there had been a better cameraman. Still, it wasn't hard to get off to the sounds of the husky bitch taking it hard from whichever dog it was. If only I could risk uploading my own video, I bet I could get a _load_of views. But if anyone ever found out, I was dead meat.

Saturday came quickly, even though it had been Wednesday. During the summer, time seemed to travel fast, like the universe wasn't happy unless we were stuck in classes at school. While Klara was heading to the doctor for another check up, I was heading over to Sam's to have a fun evening watching movies.

"Hey, Sam. I brought the new Spinneret game."

As always, I was greeting first by Sam, and then by Buella, their family dog. The three-year-old Golden Retriever looked a little bit like me, at least my lower half, though her fur was longer and darker brown. I was wearing shorts like I always did outside the house to keep my modesty, much to Buella's chagrin. She always tried to sniff my butt, but she always tried to sniff_everyone's_ butt. I shoved her away, as usual, holding up the video game.

"Great," Sam said, opening the door wider. "Mom made us some cookies in the basement."

The basement was our bachelor pad, a half-finished floor with the one, main room with carpet, a couch, an old tube T.V. and mostly hidden wiring. Adjacent to that room were concrete connecting hallways that lead to the cold, tiled bathroom that never seemed to benefit from the central heating, and on the other side the dank laundry room, which looked like a place you might get murdered. The X-box was the main draw for us, plus a little extra privacy from the rest of Sam's family. He had a little sister who spent most of her time in her bedroom on her phone.

I padded right to the door down, climbing the stairs with ancient familiarity, used to the coolness of the basement on my short, yellow fur. Sometimes, during the winter, Sam and I would huddle down there in our winter jackets, but I never needed more than my fur for the lower half of my body. Except my pants, of course.

Sure enough, there were the cookies - chocolate chip and still steaming from the oven. I always liked the Macadamia nut ones better, even though they were from a package, but Mrs. Horner's homemade chocolate chip were still quite a treat. I tossed the game on the floor and hopped onto couch, curling my tail around me.

Sam took the recliner next to me, and Buella, who'd followed, snuffling, wandered over to smell the T.V., as if it had ever smelled any different.

"Hey, Elliot."

"Hey," I said, crunching into the cookie.

He paused.

"Huh? What's up?" I said.

"Nothing. Just..."

I shook my head. "Ok, now you're acting weird."

Sam's eyes widened, his cheeks turning closer to the shade of his freckles. "No I'm not." Then, to try to distract me, he said, "Here, Buella," holding out his fingers.

The Golden Retriever tromped right over, licking his hands.

"C'mon, Sam, you can't keep secrets from me. I can tell something's up."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You have no idea what secrets I can keep. Now, do you want to play Spinneret or not? I could put in Evil Dead."

I called bullshit. "Not uh. You haven't even reached for a cookie yet. Something's up. You were going to say something - so say it."

The red-head grumbled, "You can really be an ass sometimes. I'm worried about what you'll say, okay?"

I gloated over at him. "I knew it. Sam, you can tell me anything. You're my best friend."

"And yet..." Sam trailed off, refusing to meet my eyes as he petted Buella. The dopey dog nuzzled her head against his hand, ears flopping around.

Now it was my turn to neglect the cookies. I cocked my head at my friend. He'd always been so open with me. This had to be something big. "What is it?"

The soon-to-be fifteen year old started by saying, "You know why I approached you on the playground in fifth grade?"

I wanted to make a quip about how he could tell what a good friend I'd make, but I kept it serious. "I guess not. I mean, my sister and I were all alone at a new school. You didn't really have any friends, right?"

He nodded. "I didn't like the boys at school, and I_really_ didn't like the girls."

I laughed. He was so right, too. Most everyone at our school were pricks, at least in my experience as a taur. Especially the girls. Not a one had even thought twice about me. Who wanted to_date_ a dog? Wait...what did he just say? I thought to myself. "Um...Sam...?"

"Yeah?"

I started off really hesitant but the more I thought about it the more I knew I was right. "Are you gay?"

It explained everything. He really_didn't like the girls, he'd never had a girlfriend, he walked up to _me in the 5th grade, he spent all his time with me, he...

"Do you have a crush on me?" I gasped.

"What? No!" Sam gasped, his face reddening again. "Jesus, Elliot."

"Oh...then..." I stammered, trying to piece the puzzle back together. It had made so much sense.

Sam gave me a gentle smile. "I walked up to you that day because I wanted to meet your sister."

"Klara? But she's two years older than you." I was born later in the year, so I was usually only a year younger than my sister, despite being two grades lower.

"I know," Sam said. "But since when does that matter when you have a crush? She was just...you know, _different_than the other girls."

I nodded. Klara had always been pretty nice, at least until the camping trip. Not like those bitches at school. "That's what I like about you, Sam. Even when you were ten, you came over to talk to us despite our...ahem...lower halfs."

"Yeah..." Sam trailed off.

I leaned back in the couch, relaxing. Sam was just trying to tell me he wanted to fuck my sister. I totally understood that - I mean, _I_wanted to fuck her. "You know, if you still have a crush on her...she might be interested. It's not like anyone else at school is going to ask her out while she's pregnant with puppies."

"Thanks, but I don't really want to take advantage of her, you know, situation," the fifteen-year-old replied.

"Ready to play the game?" I asked.

Sam smiled. "Yeah."

We played Spinneret for nearly two hours, alternating turns. Buella would cruise back and forth looking for attention, lying down next to me when it was Sam's turn, then crawling over to sit on the recliner with him when it was mine. I petted her absentmindedly, watching the screen. The retriever seemed more affectionate than ever, her tail thumping against the couch cushion.

Then we watched Evil Dead, the original one that was more scary and less funny, and by then, it was time for dinner. I sat in my usual spot while Mrs. Horner set out the pot roast with corn on the cob. She always went all out on sleepover days. Ellie was two years younger than us, just about to become a freshman, but she sat at the table with her cell phone, giving no shits about the glares her mother and father were giving her.

"Thank you, Mr. Horner!" I said, wagging my tail as he passed the salt.

Sam said, "Mom, those cookies were great, by the way."

Buella lay down beneath the table, and Sam warmed his feet in her fur.

"What classes are you planning to take, Elliot?" said Mrs. Horner.

It was hard to dislike dinner at Sam's house.

And then we were back downstairs, watching the Evil Dead that was supposed to be funnier. Until Mrs. Horner called down for Sam. "Sorry to bother you, honey, but can you come up for a bit?"

"Mom, I'm busy..." Sam whined, almost as good as I could.

"I know," she yelled down again. "But we need a family conference. Um, your father was offered a promotion."

Sam and I exchanged glances. I whispered, "A promotion? Where?"

Sam looked pale. "Here? I'm not going to leave this town two years before graduation." He turned to face the stairs up and yelled, "Alright, I'm coming."

As Sam took the first step, he turned to me and said, "Sorry - this might take a while."

"Don't worry about it," I said quickly, feeling a knot in my stomach.

And then I was alone, watching a still frame of Ash Williams making the weirdest expression with his eyes. At least Buella was still there, because I really needed a hug right now. Sam was my only remaining friend! Sure, some of _his_friends still hung out with me while Sam was around, but if he left, I'd never get invited to anything. If he had to move...

"Here, Buella," I said, patting the couch next to me. The Golden Retriever seemed oblivious to the suddenly dour mood, ears flopping as she jumped up next to me and pushed the top of her head down against my front legs before collapsing unceremoniously onto her side. "Good girl," I said, rubbing her belly so that her tail started to thwap.

I envied the dog. She didn't know that her family was sitting upstairs, discussing moving to some far-off place. Even if they did move, she'd adjust to the confusion soon enough. All she had to worry about was where to get her next belly rubs. "Such a sweet girl you are."

I didn't always like Buella. When she was a puppy, she was relentless, always trying to tackle me and loping after me and sniffing me. She would bite my heels and my tail. Besides, I didn't know many dogtaurs that liked actual dogs. They only humiliate us by reminding everyone what we are. Actually, for a while, I avoided Sam, even at school. It just seemed weird for him to get a dog when his best friend was a dogtaur, especially one that looked so similar to me.

But she won me over eventually, after settling down. The Golden Retriever was certainly cute, with her long, dark fur and floppy ears, and the way she goofily bounded up and down the stairs. And Sam clearly loved her. He was her caretaker, waking up early to walk her in the morning, but also playing with her and feeding her and brushing her. So in the end, I guess I was glad the Horner's got Buella.

"You won't forget me, will you?" I asked her, scratching her until her leg started to kick. "After you move to the big city?"

She gazed up at me, upside down, her lips peeled back in the stupidest grin. I couldn't help it, I got down off the couch and knelt next to her. I settled in as if to play the piano, and began scratching her chest and her stomach all at once. Buella grunted and kicked her legs and wagged her tail, overwhelmed at the sudden attention. She was wheeling both legs in the air when I noticed.

I noticed her black-skinned spade. I'd always taken care not to glance in that direction. I didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression. But since the camping trip, I couldn't get the image out of my mind. First Klara's, now Tanya's, I was drawn to the y-shaped folds. And, well, Sam was upstairs. I'd hear him coming with plenty of time. Edging down the couch a little ways, I glanced between Buella's legs.

She was in heat. Klara always wandered the house naked at home, so I knew what her privates looked like outside of heat, and now I knew intimately what my sister looked like _in_heat. Buella's triangular mound was all puffed up and trembling, the skin tight instead of soft. No wonder the Golden was being so friendly!

Taking a deep breath, I reached out to touch it. I'd dated a girl before, but it hadn't gone far. This was the first time I'd ever _touched_someone. I couldn't help but picture Klara as I placed a smooth finger on the long edge of Buella's folds. The dog shivered, her spade moist, and she flattened her tail to the side, just like Klara in the video. "Oh, damn..." I groaned, my pants starting to tent.

"What am I doing?" I asked suddenly. Was I getting turned on by Buella? Or my sister? Which was better? My human nose wasn't picking up her scent - as far as I knew male dogtaurs were immune to that. This was Buella. True, she wasn't a puppy anymore, but I could still picture her as one. Sam's dog, an animal. Yet how many times had I gotten off to Star using my sister?