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I woke up to barks and yips from next door. My ears perked up. I thought the neighbors had fixed the problem two years ago. Grumbling, I clambered onto all fours and crawled over to the window. I didn't have to stand up to open it, because I had six limbs, not counting the tail. One of the few advantages of being a dogtaur.

"Mrrrphg mrgggh'll?" my wife, Olga, grumbled from the bed, covering herself with the blanket as the cool air sneaked in against the smooth skin on her torso.

"The Dalmatians left their bitch out again. Don't worry, I'll take care of it." What kind of self-respecting anthro canine had a dog as a pet? At least the animal was a Poodle, and not the same breed as her owners.

It had been almost two years since the last time this had happened. Every night for a week, our inconsiderate neighbors had left their pet bitch, Nissa, out in the backyard while she was in heat, wailing and yipping all night. I could see why they wouldn't want that in the house, but that made it our problem. I'd asked them politely, and promised I wouldn't go to the police. Being from Serbia, I didn't want to blithely involve the authorities, even though we now lived in the much freer Midwest of America. Not that my daughter, Vera, ever expressed gratitude for all we sacrificed bringing her and her cousins here.

The neighbors refused to listen. After two attempts to play nice, I'd decided to take matters into my own hands. My wife thought I simply let the dog loose in town to let her barks bother someone else, but I know the neighbors suspected the real truth. I still remember it each night as I fall asleep next to Olga...

Slowly I unlatched the gate that connected our fences. The neighbors, of course, were fast asleep, letting their bitch wail endlessly into our window. While Olga and Vera tried once again to fit ear plugs into their large, floppy ears, I decided to shut the Poodle up once and for all.

Sliding the gate closed behind me, I crept through their backyard to the chain link fence where the offending, curly white dog whined. Glaring down at the bitch, I took a deep breath, glancing at both houses once again. It was a starless night, and there was a tool shed by the dog's pen.

When the dog saw me, she barked and yipped, but she'd been doing that all night. No one would suspect there was an intruder in the yard. She ran to the door to her four-by-four kennel, wagging her tail, wafting her damned heat scent around. She'd been drawing strays from miles around to join their voices with hers.

How many times I'd imagined strangling this dog and playing dumb when the police came to question me, but that was the old Elias Lukacevic. That's not how we did things in the United States. But I knew there was another way to shut her up. I just had to let her out onto the street to get what she needed from the strays. If she never came back, all the better, but at least she would get her heat out of her system. And if the neighbors refused to spay the damned bitch, they deserved a litter.

Gritting my teeth, I turned the squeaky handle on the door. But I realized then what I'd been missing - the sounds of her male suitors. Somehow tonight, all the disgusting studs were indoors. Nissa might find one, but she might not, and then she'd be back to whining the next night, with the kennel door locked. When the door opened, the bitch bounded at me, apparently seeing me as just the Golden Retriever my lower half looked like. I had faintly darker fur on the sides, the only evidence that I was part German Shepherd. The Poodle danced around me, sniffing and barking while I glared down at her.

These animals were so humiliating! Because of these dopey pets, everyone laughed at us dogtaurs. No one took us seriously, even more so when these beasts were around trying to play with us and lick us and sniff our -

Hey! I gasped, as Nissa's cold nose poked under my tail. With a grunt, I kicked her away, but she didn't take the hint. That was when she did it - right in front of me, spinning around, her feet planted far apart. Her fluffy, white tail curled to the side, because she knew a male dog when she smelled one.

"Fat chance," I growled, looking at the ridiculous animal's swollen spade, so similar to Olga's. Equally pink, but a bit smaller, Nissa's mound was puffed out, tight, and wet, bouncing up and down in excitement at the nearest prospect she'd managed so far. But when I opened the door, she wouldn't leave. Not when I was there. She seemed insistent that her best prospect was me, a forty-year-old, happily married dogtaur just trying to get a good night's sleep!

Exhausted mentally and physically, I lay down, glaring at the Poodle. She ignored the look, rubbing against me, licking at my hands when I tried to push her away, and whimpering. When she jumped to lick my face, I pulled back, rolling onto my side. Perhaps that's what she'd been planning all along, because the second she caught a glimpse, she went for it, tongue-first.

"Oh!" I gasped, her warm tongue blanketing my lightly-furred sheath.

I was in such shock that at first I didn't know what to do, so I didn't do anything. The inquisitive creature buried her nose in my musky crotch, lapping gently at the tip of my sheath, slowly coaxing out my dick. At first I was nervous with the animal's teeth so close, but all I felt was her warm, wet tongue. And she didn't stop. Soon, I found myself rolled over all the way onto my side in the neighbor's backyard, watching in horror as the dog pleasured me.

"...Nissa," I gasped, tail wagging against my will. Heart pounding, I glanced up at the house but my bedroom window was dark. Olga was taking advantage of the temporary quiet - for with the Poodle's tongue busy, her whines and whimpers were muffled. "Fffuck," I groaned, fully emerging from my sheath until my fat, red cock glistened in the night air, only encouraging the girl's tongue.

It all happened so fast. I could feel my balls tensing as I lay back, frozen in place, panting. But then she pulled back, right when I was about to lose it. Licking her lips, she repeated her presentation, and this time to a more receptive audience. Her pink spade bounced and wiggled in front of my eyes, and my cold cock twitched and shivered at the mere thought. I spared just two seconds to ponder how crazy it was that I was thinking of these dirty animals in this way. "I-I shouldn't," I whispered, more to me than to the dumb Poodle. Quite a difference from "Fat chance".

But Nissa whined and then barked in protest, waggling her hips. Her barks turned to howls, and my ears flattened. She was going to wake the whole neighborhood before I could even get her back in her kennel! "Shh! Shh! Come on..." I growled, and grabbed her by the collar. She kept yapping as I dragged her back between the toolshed near her kennel and the neighbor's fence. Not to the kennel. My wife and 16-year-old needed to sleep, and until this bitch got what she needed, that wasn't going to be possible. If the neighbors wouldn't take care of their own dog, I'd have to take care of her for them.