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I froze. "It's Buella," kept ringing through my ears, the self-same Golden Retriever currently curled up in my lap. My best friend, a red-haired, freckled human, had just confessed to me that he'd been dating his _dog_for the last two years. Since she was just year-old puppy.

I could deal with that shock if it weren't for the_other thing_. While Sam had been busy upstairs with his family, I had just fucked_Buella like a bitch in heat (which she was), knotted her tight little spade, and pumped her full of feral puppies. After all, I was a_dogtaur, and we could cross with humans, dogs, or, of course, other dogtaurs. Of course I hadn't meant to knock up Buella, but things had gotten a little carried away.

"Sam, I...I didn't know."

He cocked his head a little. "Yeah - that's why I_told_ you."

I realized I was staring at him. "I don't know what to say." Sam, you should probably know, you and Buella are expecting! Congratulations!_Maybe I could go with something simpler like _Your dog is cheating on you. Or maybe I could just say Oh, look at the time. Gotta go!

Sam said, "Elliot?"

I stammered, my ears flat.

"Y-you're scaring me," Sam said.

I realized what he must be thinking. He'd just told me his biggest secret, and I was all mixed up over what _I_had done. Putting my worries aside, I said, "Sam - it's okay. I'm not weirded out or anything. Don't worry about that."

The relief on his face was palpable. "Oh. Good. You sure?"

I nodded quickly. "I mean, I get it. The girls at school are pretty awful."

Sam shook his head. "It's not that. It wouldn't matter if they were great. I just...I love Buella."

I paused. "H-how far have you gone with her?" I asked, trembling. What if he hadn't even tried to consummate his relationship, and then I swooped in and bred her golden rump?

"Elliot...why would you even ask that?"

I cleared my throat. I realized I'd just done the equivalent of asking a gay guy who'd just come out what kinds of kinky sex he'd had. That wasn't the point. Still, I said, "I'm...just curious, is all."

Sam blushed. "Um..."

"It's okay."

"J-just oral stuff so far," he finally admitted.

Fuck. I tried to cover up my emotions, realizing that not only had I knocked Buella up, I'd probably also taken her virginity away from Sam. This was getting worse. Quickly, I stammered, "Well, a dog tongue does feel good," lamely. I would know - dogtaurs were mostly human from the waist up, but we did have dog ears and extra long, wide tongues. If I were just a little more flexible, I would be set.

Sam shook his head. "Not for me. For her." He reached out and rubbed Buella's forehead, making the dog thump her tail.

"Oh," I said, blanching, forced to picture my best friend crouched between Buella's legs, mashing his face up against her wet spade as he ate her out. Bravo to him, though. I knew first hand how good it felt to slam my tongue into Buella's pussy.

Sam gave a weak grin. "Look - if it's alright with you, can we just get back to Spinneret? This has been...just about as awkward as I expected it to be."

It was about to get a _lot more_awkward. Gulping, I said, "Yeah, but there's, um, something I have to tell you first. And you're not going to like it."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Elliot?"

"I..."

"Yes?"

I tried again, "I may have..."

"Elliot. Just tell me."

Biting my lip, I decided to let it all fly at once. " _ I think I might have just knocked up your girlfriend! _ " I didn't clarify that I had actually first cum while Sam was literally standing right in front of me, unaware that Buella was tied to me, hidden beneath a blanket.

Sam was literally taken aback, sitting back on the couch. He looked at me, and then at Buella, curled up beside me, then back to me, and said, "_ What!? _"

I closed my eyes and said in a flurry of words, "While you were gone she came on to me - er, or I came on to her, really - and I didn't know you two were an item and then I climbed onto her back and before I knew it I fucked up big time and I can't take it back and I'm so, _so_sorry."

"Y-you fucked Buella!?" Sam gasped again.

I took a deep breath and tried one last time to come completely clean, unlike how I'd cum so dirty inside Buella. "Then you came in and I hid her under the blanket and I was gonna pull out but you started talking to me and I knotted her and there wasn't anything I could do - and I can prove it because I recorded the whole thing on my phone."

Whoops. I bit my tongue. It sounded good in my head, but the video recording could certainly corroborate some of the things I'd claimed, while being incredibly incriminating elsewise. Most especially after Sam left and I made no osternable effort to keep from blowing my wad in Buella's cooch.

Sam stared at me. After what seemed like thirty minutes, but was actually just six seconds, the freckled boy said, "You recorded it?"

I gulped. "Yes."

"Show me," Sam said firmly.

"Say what?"

"Show me the recording. Elliot, it's the damned_least_ you can do."

"But I'm..."

Sam shook his head. "Show me."