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I grumbled, reaching down to scratch my itchy belly right where the fur gave way to smooth skin. Who knew pregnancy could be so annoying? Well, Ida, I guess. She was even further along than me, her German Shepherd belly stretched wide with a litter full of Spike's six puppy mutts. She was a couple weeks ahead of Vera, and Vera was a couple weeks ahead of me. Three dogtaur cousins, all pregnant with feral pups.

Vera was busy with her boyfriend, Christer, but I'd taken to hanging out with Ida. Together, we got half as many total taunts about being bitches in heat or mindless sex machines. It wasn't fair! I hadn't meant to be with Star anymore than Vera had intended to be with Bullseye.

But the taunts at Ida rolled off her back like water off a duck. She just nodded in agreement whenever anyone called her "dogfucker". When I'd first heard my cousin was pregnant, I assumed it was a terrible accident, but Ida told me straight up she _meant_to lift her tail for Spike and that she didn't regret it. She didn't seem to mind her huge belly and swollen, dangling dog teats, and she didn't care about the way people looked at her.

We were sitting around drinking Snorange drink on the back porch when I found out just how much Ida had started to own her "dogfucker" title. I knew she claimed she liked it with Spike, but I didn't know how much until she said, "Well, I gotta get ready for the afternoon shift."

"I can't believe you actually walk dogs for a living, Ida. With all the rumors swirling around us?"

"Klara," she said simply. "Those rumors are true."

"I know, I know. Me too," I said, lying on my side and patting my pregnant belly. "Kind of hard to hide it. But won't people think you're only interested in walking dogs because...you know?"

She perked up her ears, her black tail wagging. "Those are the rumors I was talking about." She glanced both directions around the yard and whispered, "I let the dogs. Morning and afternoon, if they're up for it."

"You what!?" I squealed, hand to my mouth.

Ida shushed me. "I don't want my parents to know!"

I froze. Quieter, I said, "You seriously...uh...sleep with them?"

She gave me a dopey grin. "I know you didn't really _want_it to happen, but didn't it feel good? The way they move? Their devotion? They don't have any stupid societal hang-ups, and they aren't nasty jerks either."

"You're kidding right? Why would they even be interested? You're already pregnant."

Ida shook her head. "That's why this gig is perfect. There are a couple bitches on my route that are intact. Mindy's this cute little Pomeranian that's in heat right now, and it doesn't take much to convince the males to sniff _me_instead. You haven't _lived_until you've tried Basset Hound."

"Ida!" I gasped. How could she speak so casually about this?

She just shrugged. "It's not like they can get me pregnant again. Why not enjoy myself? Are you telling me you haven't thought of Star again? Like that?"

"No! Star raped me, Ida. I know, he didn't know any better, but I hated it."

"Uh huh."

"I did!"

Ida just shook her head. "Vera blushed and told me that she couldn't help it - when Bullseye knotted her, she came. Didn't you?"

I tried to hold back my blush, but it was too late. Ida said, "See! Why deny yourself that pleasure? There are plenty of dogs in this shithole town. You just need to convince one that you're in heat, and you've got basically the best fucking vibrator you'll ever have."

"Gross, Ida. I can't even believe you."

But what she said stuck in my mind like my mother's perfume. She was right, it _had_felt really good. And now that I was pregnant with septuplets, I was getting even _less_attention than usual from the guys in town. Other than taunts. As if that weren't bad enough, masturbating was significantly harder with my huge stomach in the way. I could _barely_reach my spade no matter how hard I tried to bend over.

My phone was my only relief - first for the pictures I could bring up, second for the vibration app. I used to spend my time looking at cute guys, usually humans. I used to have a crush on horses, but that was pretty much gone. Now, thanks to Ida, I found myself looking curiously at dogs. And not the two-legged kind. It's amazing the kinds of pictures you can find on the internet.

I'd never really gotten a good look at Star, but I'd imagined a Pit Bull for most of the time, so I found myself scanning doggie dick pics of white-and-black pits. Late at night while Mom and Dad and Elliot were all asleep, I was drooling over Dobermans, etching them into my mind before I slid the vibrating phone down between my legs. Thank goodness for the SeaLionSeal water-proof case, or my phone would have shorted out long ago.

I'd gotten so desperate, I'd started eyeing my neighbor's Rottweiler. He was always just beyond the fence, his stubby tail wagging. And it wasn't like the neighbors ever locked their gate. I could so easily lift the latch and let him into _our_yard. Half the time, they weren't even home to notice.

So one day, I did just that. Mofo was more than happy to follow a Golden Lab-taur into the next yard over, wagging and jumping and barking. I petted him and let him sniff me, and I looked him over. Good god, his _sheath_was huge. I could only imagine what his red rocket would look like. And his sizable balls were just right there. That little tail did nothing. Holding him by the collar, I slid my hand down his back, cupping those huge orbs. This poor animal was built for fucking, but his owners just kept him in the backyard, languishing.

He wasn't interested in me, though. Not in the way that I wanted. After sniffing my butt, he ignored my tail end, and as hard as I tried to rub his sheath to coax him out, there was nothing. Ida was right, I needed to borrow a bitch in heat to trick him. I kept swivelling my rump in front of him, lifting my tail and whining, but he wouldn't have any of it.

Trying and failing to tempt the dog only made me want him more. I'd turned into Ida, ready to offer myself to whichever mutt wanted me. I passed by dog parks longingly. I checked to see if the dog-walking company Ida worked for needed any more walkers. I even asked Elliot if his friend's dog Buella was in heat, to a confused denial from my sixteen-year-old brother.

I was just about to give up, with only a month left in summer, when opportunity knocked in an unexpected way. Ida was busy, but her sister Gwen came over to bake cookies with my mother. Gwen was your typical mousy 14-year-old girl wearing glasses and a T-shirt, except that her lower body was a German Shepherd like her sister. I could only imagine how hard school was going to be when summer ended. Her own sister was the laughingstock of the entire town. Good luck finding a good boy to date now.

The cookies only took about an hour and a half to make, and once she was done, Gwen came over to talk to me, politely, pushing her glasses up against her nose. "How's the...um...are the puppies?"

"Getting there, I guess. Not before school starts up. Your sister was lucky, there."

Gwen shrugged. "If you can call that lucky. I'm not even sure she _wants_to go back to school."

"What _else_would she do? She can't go to college after her junior year."

The German Shepherd taur just shrugged. "I think she thinks school'll be easier for me if she isn't in the same place. But with you and Vera..."

I nodded. "Pretty lose-lose. Those damned centaurs look down their little noses at us. They should get off their high horse. I'd like to see how they'd react if there were wild, horny stallions wandering the streets at all hours."

Gwen nodded. "It's not really fair. It's not like a housecat is going to overpower one of the kitties at school - though I'd like to see what they'd do if a cougar tracked them down on a hike."

"Meanwhile," I growled, "Our neighbors keep an unrestrained 'cougar' next door. The city at least ought to warn us."

"A what?"

"A Rottweiler. He's bigger than me."

"Oh...gosh," Gwen said, ears flat. "I never realized. Mom and Dad got a house out of town so there'd be fewer dogs around."

"Smart," I said, looking down. I didn't tell Gwen that I'd been ogling the big beast.

There was a pause in the conversation. Normally, Gwen would try to fill the silence, but something was definitely on her mind. "What is it?"

She cocked her head sheepishly and said, "Can - can we see him?"