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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?

Slowly, I lowered my head between Buella's legs, my fingers swiping away the long fur that hid her spade. There it was, just inches away. I took a deep breath, trying to make out a scent. I could definitely smell something now, a metallic tang in the air. Maybe my id was reacting, or maybe I was just convincing myself, but I reached forward with my tongue and licked her.

Buella tossed her head back and whimpered, spreading her legs for me as I tasted her slick spade. The warm flesh yielded easily for my, despite how tight she looked. Her vulva bounced up and down, and I couldn't help but take another lick, pressing the tip of my tongue more firmly against her flexible folds. Her tail wagged now, striking me in the chest until I rested my weight on her. I could still feel her wagging, though she could only wiggle her tail an inch at best.

"You like that, don't you?" I gasped, and then I planted my lips all the way around her flesh, suckling on her. Buella shivered again, her tongue spilling out the side of her upside down muzzle. I held her legs apart and slurped, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper until her folds actually parted, and I was inside her.

My pants weren't designed to contain a full, canine erection. Wincing, I reached a hand down and undid my pants, letting my red rocket out into the air. As long as I hid it, Sam wouldn't think twice about me wandering around without pants. I'd done it for much of our friendship - he knew how much the pants bothered me. Oh, how I wished that Buella were Klara. I gulped and lapped at her wet pussy, savoring the odd, salty taste.

And then I was out of her. She started to hump up and down around my mouth, and I couldn't stay plastered to her for long. She whined and sat up, staring at me with those big, brown eyes. "S-sorry," I gasped, licking my lips. Lord knows if I was apologizing for licking her, or for failing to get her off.

Buella didn't accept my apology either way. She hopped off the couch and walked around behind me where my shorts were starting to slide down my rump. I watched, helpless, as the three-year-old canine, bold as you please, stuck her nose under my tail. Where once I would have recoiled, I couldn't help it. I lifted my tail, shivering as her cold nose and warm breath blanketed my ass.

I kicked my pants down further, letting them fall to the ground. Buella snuffled down between my legs, pressing her nose against my balls, and then ducked her head entirely beneath me so that she could smell my cock. My sheath had already pulled all the way back, so when she took a lick, I felt her warm tongue on the slimy, bare surface of my dick. "Hey!" I gasped, but I made no move to stop her.

As much as she liked the flavor, she had something else in mind. Rubbing alongside my canine body, Buella took a step to the side, holding her tail to the side and presenting to me. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight, and that included my video of Klara. I could ignore the upper end of Buella and focus on that beautiful rump, her golden fur cascading down her legs to reveal her puffed-up, fertile mound, bouncing eagerly. There was no doubt in my mind what she wanted.

And how I wanted to give it to her. But I couldn't. I didn't have any condoms, and if Klara could get puppies by Star, I could certainly knock up Buella. Besides, not only was she just an animal, but she was Sam's dog. I couldn't very well just fuck her without permission! Sam would never forgive me.

But...if he was moving, did it really matter? I was panting, and it was pretty clear what part of me was doing the thinking. I stared at Buella as she whined incessantly. I'd never, you know, had sex, not even a little bit. Everyone else was upstairs for who knows how long. I couldn't let this moment pass. I wasn't going to go all the way, but I could at least sample Buella's wares - maybe get her off before I pulled out?

Glancing around the room as if Sam might be watching from the corner, I realized I was alone, and no one could stop me. Then I remembered my phone. Grabbing it, I turned on the video record option. I couldn't hold it in exactly the right place, but at least I could take a video of Buella with her tail up. The Golden Retriever didn't object to memorializing this moment on film. "Here goes," I said for the camera, placing it on the ground beneath Buella as I climbed onto her back.

How I hoped that it captured every moment, as I lined my dick up with her trembling spade, her golden fur framed by my yellow. My bare cock tickled her, causing Buella to yelp when I did it. I actually did it, easing myself into the Golden Retriever, one inch at a time.

Front paws clutching firmly around her, I gritted my teeth and groaned as I felt Buella's vulva stretch around my dick, squeezing wetly around me. Every millimeter quivered inside her warm flesh, indescribable on my sensitive cock. I wanted to howl and buck and moan into her, but instead I reached down with both hands to hug her around the neck, hanging on for dear life as the Golden Retriever reacted.

She rolled her hips and up and down again me, her tight pussy like a vice, each thrust of her hips rubbing me harder and harder until I was panting just as stupidly as she was. But I held on tight, guiding myself firmly inside her, deeper and deeper until I felt my abs slam shut with her rump. I was hilted inside her, my balls pressed tightly up against her. I whined as her distended spade squeezed down around me, desperate to hold me inside her, to mate me, to tie me.

I almost gave up and did what she wanted, thinking to myself that maybe the kids at school were right - dogtaurs _were_just animals with a human face. I couldn't even hold myself back for Buella for five minutes, and she was my best friend's dog! But I bit my lip and shook my head. I couldn't do that. I'd get caught, and it wasn't right, either. I prepared myself to pull out of her, I just wanted to see if I could get her off, first.

"Good girl, Buella," I gasped, and she licked my face, her tail wagging furiously. Groaning, I began to pump my own hips into her, back and forth, revelling in the feeling of our most intimate parts rubbing sensuously together. She was starting to grunt louder, and even whine - wait...that was me. I scrambled for the remote and turned on the movie, raising the volume. I didn't want anyone hearing us upstairs! She was so tight and warm. I couldn't help but slam my hips up into her at just the right angle,thudding against her defenseless womb.

"Eaaaasy, Elliot," I said to myself. The sensation was far beyond my wildest expectations, but I couldn't just knock Buella up. Could I? I could feel my knot starting to build just inside her, but I couldn't bring myself to pull out, even just enough to break the tight seal of her clenching vulva. I could feel her panting, the whine slowly building as she got closer to her climax. If I could just hold off for a few more seconds...

The door to the basement opened with a loud click, but I might not have heard it over the movie if I hadn't been desperately listening for any interruption. No, no, no! Someone was at the top of the stairs. Sam, Ellie, his parents? I had no idea but I had absolutely no time. I know I'd planned what to do if I heard the door open, but when it actually happened, all that went right out of the window.

I grabbed at the nearest blanket next to the couch and threw it haphazardly over Buella, leaning forward to push the Golden Retriever to the ground. I was heavy enough that she had no choice but to slump forward, covered almost entirely by a Robot Army blanket. By the time I remembered that should probably pull out and cover my dick, it was too late. I saw feet at the steps. I held my breath, trying not to pant, even as Buella kept squeezing and humping around my well-hidden cock.

It was Sam.

"Hey, Elliot?" he asked, noticing me lying on the ground next to the couch.

"Yeah?" I said loudly, thankful that I'd turned up the volume on the movie. Somehow, he didn't wonder where Buella was, and he didn't look twice at the mound of pillows I was resting on top of, or wonder why my shorts were lying, unused, on the floor.

"My Dad..." he said, pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

I gritted my teeth, but it wasn't entirely because of the news I was certain he was about to give, considering the look on his face. Beneath the blanket, Buella was finally getting off. I could tell immediately, as her pussy clenched harder than even before around my swollen cock, then her hips jerked in every direction at once. Thank God she didn't howl!

"He's taking the promotion," Sam said, looking down.

I had to pull out of her. There was no way I could ride this one out, even with Sam standing right in front of me like an unwelcome appearance of your mother while you're jerking off under the covers. As casually as I could, I put my hand on Buella's shoulders and eased back.

And got stuck.

I pulled back again, and I could only move about half an inch before her tight, convulsing vulva tugged me back. I knew now that I was knotted - my bulbus glandis was buried inside her, swelling her mound into a big sphere and pinning me balls deep to her fertile rump. It...felt...incredible. I scrunched up my face, pushed as far as I could into the Golden Retriever, and held myself there, right on the edge, trying desperately not to give her what she wanted - what we _both_needed. Her sweet tunnel was a perfect fit, engulfing every inch so hard and wet, her vulva gently kissing at the thin base of my cock.

Glancing up at Sam, I knew the jig was up. He could see my face, and there was no way he wouldn't investigate further.

He said, "He's already found a place in Indiana to move to."

"Sam..." I whined, trying to come up with the words to apologize for what I was doing to his dog. Because, try as I might, and as horrible as it was that my best friend was moving, I couldn't help myself. Buella squeezed _hard_around me, milking me like a cow in need. I knew in that moment that I wasn't going to be able to avoid it - I was about to cum. I was going to fill this feral bitch up with my fertile seed and give her three-year-old womb a nice, big litter of four-legged puppies. I was going to be a father, at the age of sixteen, just like Klara was about to be a mother at eighteen. But even that fear and knowledge couldn't stop me from doing what I did next.

I thumped forward, hands on the back of Buella's head (through the blanket), and I erupted. My balls clenched tight, a true euphoria washing over my face and brain as the first two sticky ropes of cum squeezed through my bright red shaft, delivering my load straight into Buella's waiting womb. She just hiked her rump and took it like a good dog, quivering all around me as I bred her.

I knew what my face looked like when I came. I video taped it once. My nose all scrunched up, and my eyes twitched, and my ears started wiggle. There was no mistaking it.

Except Sam mistook it. He took one look at my apparent, pained expression and said, "Jesus, Elliot, I was just playing you. Dad's moving, but the rest of us are going to stay here until graduation. It's okay, alright?"

I grunted, eyes rolling back in my head as I launched another load of bubbling cum into Sam's dog. "You...what?" I managed to gasp, hoping he'd buy my expression as one of confusion.

"I was just trying to freak you out," he admitted. "I didn't realize you'd -"

"I'm...I'm..." I gasped, "...so glad you're not moving." I was certainly being honest, but I had other things on my mind. If Sam had taken one more step forward, he would have noticed how the blanket was moving of its own accord, and how I was weirdly attached to the rear side of the cloth. The couch partially obscured it.

Sam nodded. "I'm glad, too. Look," he said, scratching his head. "Sorry about messing with you. I gotta go back up and talk about some of the move details, I just didn't want you to keep worrying. I'll be right back, okay?"

Biting my lip, I gasped, "Yeah, okay."

Sam paused, turning around, and for a second I was sure he noticed something really strange was up, but then he climbed up the stairs two at a time, the door clicking with a satisfying sound.

"Fffffffuck!" I gasped, tossing the blanket off Buella and really letting go. Buella stood up, spread her legs, and whimpered as I renewed my efforts, pounding her from behind, each thrust rocking her forward before putting pressure on our sweet, wet tie. I wrapped my arms around her, pumping back and forth, adding a little more cum to the growing pool sloshing inside her each time. She just yipped and bucked her hips, drinking it all in, her tongue spilling drool all over the floor.

I was drooling, too. Every new squirt felt like heaven through my throbbing cock, even though I knew what effect my spunk would have on the bitch in heat. I was giving Buella exactly what she wanted, and she licked my face to confirm it. I opened my mouth, and she licked inside it - she'd always been a bit of a licker. We kissed as we mated, producing new life, unplanned, but in that moment, very much wanted.

My phone was still running. A few moments of darkness beneath that blanket notwithstanding, it had a perfect view of our conjoined genitals, her spade puffed up and tight around my bare cock. If my earlier entry wasn't convincing enough that I wasn't wearing a condom, now I was backing up, filling her so completely that even my knot couldn't hold it all it. Cum spilled down toward the phone, and I could only hope that none landed on the small lens of the camera.

"I can't believe..." I panted, "we got away with that!"

We shared another kiss, but I was already getting oversensitive. Taking great care, I did what came naturally, turning around and lifting my hind legs over her rump. I could feel her fat spade tugging on my knot, but it felt good, milking a few more drops out of me. Soon, we were rump to rump, tails wagging haphazardly into each other. Moaning, I reached down to grab the phone (I had to stretch pretty far). Looking over my shoulder, I filmed us, Buella grinning like an idiot and she stared back at the camera, still humping her hips around the tie.

"Good doggie," I said, leaning forward with the camera. "Give me a nice, big litter, okay, girl?" I hiked my tail, angling my rump to open up the view of our sopping tie, getting a nice, close up shot of her distended vulva, dripping with fresh cum.

As if to answer, she gave a cute, high-pitched yip.

Thankfully, Sam took a long time to come down. I got a perfect shot of our junk parting, my huge cock _popping_out of her gaping spade, the brown fortune cookie leaking onto the floor. I got a good shot with my half-flaccid cock next to her before she realized she was free and hopped away from me, licking at her spunk-filled pussy. I filmed that, too, and also when she walked up to me and licked gently at my tip, trying to gobble up every last drop. Only then did I turn off the camera, letting out a deep breath.

That video was going to be awesome.

I got toilet paper from the bathroom to clean up all the excess cum, which mostly just left a conspicuous wet spot on the ground. I put on my pants, covered the damp spot with a blanket, and sat on the couch, the needy bitch hopping up beside me to nuzzle me. I didn't mind. She was, after all, my first mate, and now she was going to be the mother to my pups.

That's how Sam found us, curled up together on the couch, totally unaware that his dog's insides were now sloshing full of cum. He sat down on the recliner and said, "Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out."

"It's okay. It was a good prank," I lied.

"It kinda sucks," Sam said. "I'm here for two more years, and Ellie for four, and Mom's gonna stay with us. But Dad's gonna be in Indiana. Making twice as much money, but..."

I nodded. "Indiana's not that far. How long's the drive?"

Sam sighed. "Ten hours."

I groaned. "At least he can come for, like, all the holidays. And besides, the video chats are like, really good now."

"I know, it's just...not the same. It's like I'm moving out two years early. By the time Mom moves to Indiana, both Ellie and I'll be in college. We're never going to live with Dad in the same household again."

I patted Buella. "That sucks." Was I going to tell him, or just let him find out down the road? They wouldn't know for sure it was me, or anything. Maybe Buella snuck out the fence or a dog jumped in. Or maybe, unlike my sister, I would be lucky?

Sam grinned. "But better than moving to a new school for two years, and only ever talking to you through texts."

I smiled. "Yeah."

We looked at each other, but there weren't words to describe what we were feeling. Luckily, we didn't _need_words to communicate it.

"Though a new school wouldn't be _all_bad. Maybe there'd be some nicer girls. Maybe a cute girl closer to your own age, with only two legs," I added, winking.

"Um, about that," Sam said.

"What?"

Sam said, "I didn't approach Klara despite_her, um, differences. Rather..._because of?_And that's kinda why I brought you over here to talk. I already_have a girlfriend."

I blinked. So Sam _liked_a nice coat of fur.

"As if. I would know, Sam. You going to tell me you met a taur up in Canada?"

He shook his head. "No."

"You're serious? How long?"

Sam looked down, taking a deep breath. "About...two years?"

Now I knew_this was some kind of prank. He'd have me believe that he was secretly meeting some girl since the beginning of ninth grade, and I never noticed anything, and he never _told_me? The town wasn't so large that he could go on a date without everyone finding out about it a day later, and who would go out with_Sam? He was a short, freckled nerd. "Yeah, right."

"Elliot, listen to me."

"I'm listening," I grumbled.

"It's..."

"Yeah?"

He gulped. "It's Buella."

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