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Puppy Mill

Chapter 4

By WaffleSquadron

"Oh come on that was bullshit, and you know it!" Two days later, and Danny was still arguing about the video game match from Saturday.

"It's called skill, you might want to try it next time," Leigh replied, unfazed by his arguments.

They were all sitting together at lunch in their normal spots. The uncomfortable plastic seats and wobbly table a welcome relief from the drudgery of regular classes. The cafeteria was spacious, but still felt cramped when the rush of hungry students came through. The morph teens were grateful just to have a small corner to themselves, away from everyone else.

"You knocked me off the stage with a single move! That wasn't fair! How did you even do that?!" Danny shot back.

"Your air control is terrible, and you didn't use zoning at all. If anything, I was going easy on you. And for your information I read the instructions."

"Zone... what? There are instructions?" A look of genuine befuddlement appeared on Danny's face.

"Justin you were there. Was that bullshit, or was that bullshit?" Danny asked, turning to the husky for backup.

"That move meant I got second place, so I say it was fair," Justin replied, not wanting to get in the middle of another one of his friends' feuds.

In truth, this little argument was great for Justin. The more his two friends bickered, the less likely they were to ask why he had to leave early on Saturday. The two teens continued sparring as the husky just sat back and watched. There were about fifteen minutes left of lunch when Leigh stood up and gathered her things.

"Alright, as stimulating as this conversation has been, I have to run. I need to print some stuff out for class, so I'll see you guys later."

Danny watched the poodle girl leave the cafeteria, and without even turning his head asked, "So, what's her name?"

"What's whose name? What are you talking about?" Justin asked, genuinely confused.

"Your new girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend!" Justin shot back, a little too forcefully.

"Ah-ha! I knew it! You do have a girlfriend!" Danny exclaimed triumphantly.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit! This was bad. This was a disaster waiting to happen. This whole line of questioning was a minefield, and Justin had stepped right into the middle of it.

"I don't have a girlfriend, what even makes you think that?" It wasn't the best defense, but at least it stalled for time.

"Well let's see; you spent most of Thursday jerking off in the school bathroom, but on Friday everything goes back to normal. That is, until we try to get you to hang out. I had to practically drag you kicking and screaming to play video games. Then on Saturday you were looking at the clock every two minutes, like you couldn't wait to leave. The second it hit five, you nearly ran out the door."

"Uhh... well you see," Justin stammered.

"Then, most damning of all, I called your house on Sunday, and your mom said you were at the pet store. We both know you don't work weekends. So I ask again: what is her name?"

This was still bad, but it sounded to Justin like Danny had already ruled out the store. He could salvage this, but it was going to be tricky.

"Okay, listen. You can't tell anyone about this," Justin said.

"You know me, I'm not going to say a word. Wait... are you going out with Leigh?" Danny asked, his eyes suddenly getting big.

"What?! No! She was with us the whole time. Why would I be sneaking out to meet her?"

"Oh, right... Is it a boyfriend? 'Cause... you know I would support you. I just never suspected you were gay..."

"No, I'm not gay! But, uh, thanks, I guess. I'm glad you'd be cool about it."

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Are you dating a human girl?" Danny asked, whispering the last two words.

Now that could work, Justin thought, grateful that Danny had come up with the idea for him. There wasn't any taboo about dating humans among morphs, but it was still considered controversial. This would almost certainly throw him off the trail for a long time, and that was the best Justin could hope for.

"You can't tell anyone," Justin said, giving as little information as possible.

"Are you trying to get murdered!?" Danny said, shocked.

"It's not that big of a deal!"

"Not that... You know what happened to the Corgi guy who dated a human girl, right? They fucking killed him!" Danny whisper-yelled.

Maybe 'controversial' had been a bit of an understatement. Justin did know that story, even though it happened long before he was born.

"Well yeah, but wasn't that like, twenty years ago?" Justin replied.

"Oh because things are so much better now?" Danny shot back.

"Fine, you're right. This is why I didn't want to tell you. I'll be careful, just promise me you won't say anything. The more people who find out, the bigger the risk."

"Yeah I promise. You're still an idiot."

The boys ate in silence for a few minutes, the tension lingering unpleasantly until Danny finally spoke again.

"Soooo... Is she hot?"

Things almost went back to normal for a while after that. Mr. Johnson didn't have any dogs in season, so work after school was just stocking shelves and cleaning animal cages as usual. This meant Justin didn't need to lie to his parents or sneak away from his friends, but it also meant no sex. To a thirteen year old boy who had just been introduced to the pleasures of mating, that felt like a death sentence.

It wasn't so bad at first. The weekend Justin spent with Lily was practically an orgy. He'd fucked the four-legged husky so many times in those two days. On Sunday he managed to cum three times in a row, remaining tied to her the whole time. He was so fucked-out he didn't get an erection for an entire day afterwards. That hadn't happened since before he turned twelve.

It took a week before the lack of sex started to take up most of Justin's waking thoughts, and now that he knew what he was missing, a week without sex felt like an eternity. One week eventually became two, and by the third, Justin was starting to get really desperate. It finally became too much when the boy woke up from a particularly vivid dream, cumming into his boxers. He shared a bed with his brother Toby, so it was by some small miracle that he only soaked his own shorts.

That incident was the motivation he needed. It would be far less humiliating for Justin to ask his boss about a new dog, than to explain wet dreams to a seven year old. Gathering up his courage after finishing work the next day, he gently knocked on Mr. Johnson's office door.

"Hey Justin. What can I do for you?"

The husky boy entered the small room, and tried to compose his thoughts. The cramped confines made everything that much more awkward. There was probably only about two feet between him and his boss, and that certainly wasn't going to make any of this easier.

"Well, I uh, I was wondering about our, um, business arrangement. I-It's been a couple weeks and I haven't been doing any, uh, you know, business. It's just the money. I don't want to waste any time if we could be making money," Justin said, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt.

"Yeah I know, and I'm sorry about that. None of my dogs are going into heat, so there's not much we can do about that."

It was true, too. Mr. Johnson felt bad for the kid. He was probably a walking erection after three weeks of abstinence, but that was how the dog breeding game worked. You couldn't control mother nature. There was, however, another option. And if the kid was desperate enough to ask for a dog to fuck, he might even go for it.

"There might be something else we can do in the meantime. I happen to know another hybrid breeder, and he's always looking for morphs who are willing to make some puppies."

Justin felt like he'd been kicked in the chest. It was bad enough that he actually wanted to have sex with dogs now, but another human knowing about hybrids was a potential disaster.

"What!? You told me that no one else was going to know about this! Do you know what could happen if more humans found out we could breed with dogs?" Justin yelled, scared, and on the verge of tears.

"Justin, it's not like that..." Mr Johnson started.

"They could declare that morphs are animals, and take away all our rights! If two species can breed then they are the same species. We'd just be dogs, and nothing else would matter!" Justin said, now actually in tears.

"Justin, I didn't tell him, or anyone else, about hybrids. I promise. His name is Mr. Langsworth, and he was breeding hybrids for decades before I even knew they existed. In fact, he found me right after I sold my first puppy. Sizing up the competition I guess. Anyway, he told me that he was always looking for morphs to breed his dogs. My old partner did some work for him when our business was slow."

Justin calmed down, accepting that explanation. It was a little ridiculous, he realized, to think that his boss was the only human in the entire world who knew this about hybrids. The consequences were still terrifying to think about, but it seemed that nothing had slipped yet.

"Okay, okay, uh... I'm sorry I-I yelled. I just got kinda scared." Justin said, trying to wipe away his tears discreetly. "So how much money are we talking about, anyway?"

"Well he works a little differently than I do. He pays a stud fee, which means you get one thousand dollars for mating his dog, it doesn't matter how many puppies are born later. That also means you don't have to wait two months for the money," Mr Johnson explained.

That didn't sound bad at all to Justin. He got to have sex and a big stack of cash upfront. It's true he'd been having a pretty good time as a breeder, but he hadn't seen a single penny so far. A thousand bucks was more money than he'd held in his entire life, so this was a pretty great deal.

"Oh, alright. That seems pretty good. Um... how soon do you think he could come over?" Justin asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Well that's the thing, we have to go to him. He has a big place outside the city. It's a pretty long drive, so we would need to do this on the weekend."

"I dunno... I'd have to tell my parents, and I'm not sure if they'd be okay with that," Justin said.

"How about this then; I'll call them up and say I am making a big delivery on Saturday and need your help?"

It seemed like a long shot, but after three weeks without sex he was willing to gamble a little.

"Okay, let's do it."

Justin was still running through different arguments and counterarguments in his head when he walked through the apartment door. He was pretty sure there was no way his mom would agree to this, but he had to try. The boy was so distracted he didn't even notice the extra figure sitting at the kitchen table until he dropped his backpack down in the living room.

"Dad! You're home early!"

"Hey there bud. Yeah the job site is wrapping up, so no more overtime for a bit. I might actually get to see you guys once in a while now," his father replied jovially.

"Here Justin, get something to eat. You must be starving," his mom said, pulling up a chair for him. Toby and Amy, who always ate early, were most likely playing in their room.

Justin sat down to eat, forgetting his earlier worries after realizing that he was starving. Until a few minutes later when his mother spoke again.

"Mr. Johnson called from the pet store. He said there was some important delivery he needed to make this weekend, and that you wanted to go along"

"Uh, yeah I thought it was a good way to make a little extra money," Justin said, trying to play it cool.

"I just don't think it's a good idea; your school work comes first, and he said it could take all day, and it's so far away..."

Justin was already opening his mouth to answer with a carefully prepared argument, but his father beat him to the punch.

"I think that sounds like a great idea. Justin is showing some real initiative here, and I think we should support him. There's nothing wrong with grabbing some overtime when it's available."

"But John, it's so far outside the city. And he's not in grade school anymore, he needs to keep his grades up to get into advanced classes in high school," his mom countered.

"Exactly Lorraine. He's not in grade school anymore. Justin's a teen now, and we have to let him off the leash a little. Besides, last I checked, his grades were fine; one Saturday isn't going to hurt anything," his dad answered.

"Hmm... I suppose you're right," his mom relented. She quickly added, "But I want all your homework done on Friday. I mean it, every last scrap or you're not going anywhere."

Justin could feel his tail wagging like crazy. He'd run that debate a hundred times, but in the end he barely needed to say a word. Things were finally getting back on track.

The drive was long. Of course, it didn't help that they were driving an old work van that just barely reached the speed limit. The city had long since faded into the distance behind them, the open countryside looking sparse by comparison. The endless fields of wheat and corn were only occasionally interrupted by a barn or silo. The husky rarely got outside the urban landscape, and never this far when he did, so he was content to take in the sights the whole way.

The van pulled off the highway, and slowed, entering a small town. As they made their way over the narrow roads, Mr. Johnson turned to Justin.

"Before we get to his house there are probably a few things I need to warn you about. Mr. Langsworth is a... difficult person to get along with. He's old, and rich, and used to people doing exactly what he wants. I know you're a good kid, but just to be safe don't say anything to him unless he asks you a question."

Justin agreed, nodding, but rolled his eyes at the polite admonition. Mr Johnson was good with morphs, but he really didn't understand how things worked. Morphs had to walk on eggshells around humans constantly; it was just a fact of life. His advice was something a toddler would already know.

"Here we are!" Mr. Johnson announced.

The van pulled off the road, and into a short drive that ended with an imposing wrought iron gate. Justin was confused, and just about to ask where the house was, when there was a click, followed by a tinny voice from a box outside the driver side window.

"Can I help you?" it said, followed by another click.

"Uh yes. Chuck Johnson, I have an appointment."

There was a few seconds of silence, then the gate swung open, revealing the way beyond. Justin went slack-jawed at the sight of the massive house that rose before them. It was beyond anything the boy had ever seen. Based on size alone he would have assumed it was some kind of hotel or museum.

Built of marble, the edifice was intricately wrought, with beautiful statues lining the roof. Columns framed the entry, making the already impressive building look even more sophisticated. Perfectly manicured topiaries, with colorful gardens surrounding a fountain centerpiece completed the front.

The driveway meandered up towards the mansion, giving the boy a long time to gawk at the outlandish sight in front of him. Eventually the path split and a man in fancy clothes waved them over to a parking lot off to the side. Mr. Johnson killed the engine, then looked at Justin.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's just, when you said he was rich..."

"I meant he was extremely rich," the man finished.

They got out of the beat-up van, and Justin picked up the smell of dogs nearby. It was too muddled by distance to get any clear picture, but it did imply there were a lot of them. Maybe an entire kennel.

They followed what Justin assumed was a butler to an entrance, and were led inside. The interior was just as lavish as the exterior; walls lined with intricate wood paneling, adorned with paintings of landscapes and sailboats. There was a large, empty stone fireplace on the opposite end of the room. In the center of the parlor were fancy, uncomfortable looking sofas. Seated on one was an older looking human with gray hair and a slight scowl across his face.

"So Charles, let's see this new breeder you've brought me," he said impatiently, standing and moving towards them. He looked at Justin with a deepening scowl.

"Who are you? Why are you here, boy?" he asked.

"This is-" Mr Johnson began, but he was cut off with a slashing gesture from Mr. Langsworth.

"I'm talking to the canine. Your name, boy, what is it? What are you doing here?"

Justin had thought himself prepared, but things felt like they were getting out of hand quickly.

"M-my name is Justin, sir, and I... I'm the new breeder."

"You? How old are you?"

"Th-thirteen, sir."

"And you have sex with dogs?"

Justin's ears drooped. Up until now, he'd never even thought about it so plainly, let alone spoken, but there was no denying the truth.

"I... yes."

Mr. Johnson stepped in helpfully, "Justin's been a great breeder. He's already impregnated one of my bitches; I just got the ultrasound yesterday. The kid is a real go-getter, and wants to make some money."

In spite of the tenseness of the situation, Justin couldn't help wagging his tail. He really had knocked up Lily! He was going to have puppies. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, one that he still couldn't quite explain.

The older human looked Justin up and down again. "I do have a dog in heat right now. I suppose it would be a waste to leave her unbred. I'll let this be your trial run. Do a good job and I'll see about giving you more work in the future."

Justin nodded his head. He hadn't actually been asked a question, so he chose not to speak.

"Good. Down that hallway," he pointed towards an open doorway, "second door on your left. Breed and be quick about it; don't go knotting her or we'll be here all day," the man said.

"But I..." Justin said, forgetting himself before going silent.

"What? Spit it out, boy"

"I thought you wanted me to give her puppies. Don't I have to knot her to do that?" Justin asked.

"Oh for... What are the schools teaching you kids these days?"

They had, in fact, not taught anything about canine mating practices during health class. They only ever explained human reproduction, and even that didn't describe much beyond the basic; the penis goes in vagina.

The older man continued, "You don't need to knot a bitch to knock her up, just climaxing inside is enough. Canines only tie to prevent another male from claiming her afterwards. It's a good thing you came here today; I probably saved you from a shotgun marriage to whatever unlucky girl you take to junior prom."

Justin felt humiliated. It was bad enough that another person knew about this, but getting corrected about his own anatomy by a human was downright degrading. Mumbling a few words of apology, he slinked off down the hall. When the two humans heard the teen close the door behind him, Mr. Langsworth turned to speak to Mr. Johnson.

"Really Charles? I knew you were heartless, but a child? That's got to be a new low."

"What? The kid is poor as dirt and I'm giving him a chance to earn some serious cash. Besides, how is this any worse than the junkies or ex-cons you usually get? At least this way, you don't have to worry about him overdosing in the bathroom or stealing the copper out of your walls," Mr. Johnson replied.

"You're probably going to ruin his life, you know that right? And what happens if he decides to tell the other canines about what you're doing?"

"You know me, I always have insurance," Mr. Johnson answered with a grin.

Justin entered the door he was pointed to, and found himself inside a minimally decorated bedroom. It was spacious, but compared to the front and the entry it was bare; just a bed, a few lights, and a chair. The only other thing of note was a large dog cage with an excited female yellow Labrador inside.

The dog stood up, wagging her tail and whining, the second Justin entered the room. She was very obviously in heat, her potent smell filling the room. Justin took a moment to luxuriate in the delightful, arousing scent that surrounded him. The awkward situation of a few minutes ago was forgotten as the pheromones started to take hold. It had been far too long, but now he was finally where he wanted to be.

Justin opened the cage, and was nearly knocked over as the energetic dog bolted out. She jumped on him, licking at his muzzle and whining with need. He pushed her away. A short make out session with the pooch would've been nice, but he needed to get things done quickly. He didn't know what that man would or could do if he took too long, but he didn't want to test him and find out.

She was a beautiful dog; with a light golden coat, that was slightly darker on the ears. A strong, healthy build that was trim and attractive to Justin. It would have been unthinkable a month ago, but he had to admit he found the dog hot. He stripped out his clothes quickly, and kneeled down to pet her. She only took a few head pats before turning around and lifting her tail straight into the air. It looked like she was just as desperate to mate as him.

Justin grinned and stroked himself, admiring her swollen, distended spade, glistening with the faintest suggestion of wetness. She seemed to lift it higher in an attempt to entice him further. He pulled his sheath down all the way, exposing his pink canine shaft and throbbing knot. Getting down on his knees behind the dog, he lined himself up with her spade and pushed inside.

Justin felt like he was right back where he belonged. Everything was as good as he remembered, and he spent a few long moments luxuriating in the incredible sensation of a tight, willing dog pussy wrapped around his cock. It felt different, not tying with her, like a little something was missing. But it still felt so amazing he didn't really care.

Hooking his hands around the dog's thighs, Justin started to thrust into her. He mated like he was just another dog, pumping into her pussy hard and fast. Without a tie the teen could make his strokes much longer than before, and he took every opportunity to do so. Pulling out until just the tip of his dick was touching her folds, then slamming back in until his knot was squished up against her spade. The way her flesh spread and stretched around him was indescribable.

Justin desperately wanted to make the mating last as long as possible, but three weeks without sex had left him with a hair trigger. Justin's orgasm crashed upon him quickly. With only a moments' warning, he thrust forward one last time, mashing his knot into her pussy and burying his cock deep inside. Balls pulled up tight, he uttered a strangled groan, emptying himself into the hot canine vagina. It felt like he was cumming gallons, and the sense of relief as he spurted deep inside again and again, was almost overwhelming. This was good, this was right, he thought. This was exactly what he wanted to do and, shuddering through another heavy spurt, he felt fantastic.

Justin held her hips tight while he unloaded, but without a tie he slipped out as soon as his grip relaxed a little. The dog spun around and started licking his still sensitive cock. He had to push her away with both hands before she gave up. and just started licking herself clean. The husky took a few moments to catch his breath, but his mind felt clearer than it had in weeks. Sex was no longer the only thing on this mind. It was still there, of course, but it wasn't totally overpowering.

The room had an attached bathroom, and the boy used it to clean himself up a bit. He'd forgotten the scent neutralizer in the van, but they could just get it later. He locked the dog back in her cage and strode back out to the parlor, significantly more relaxed than before. A new guest had joined them, however.

"Alright I'm all finished in there..." Justin started to say.

He trailed off after seeing Mr. Langsworth petting a large white dog. She was the most beautiful dog Justin had ever laid eyes on. Her coat was long and glossy, with features that were delicate and feminine. She had long pointed ears that turned towards him as he entered the room. Her nose started sniffing the air when she saw him, and she walked right over to the doorway where he was standing.

"Well look at that, I'd say Princess likes you. She doesn't usually care for anthros," Mr. Langsworth remarked.

Justin didn't hear him; he was too fixated on the dog. Princess sniffed the air, pushed her snout into this groin, then took a few quick huffs and started wagging happily. He still smelled of sex, but Princess obviously didn't mind. She looked up at him, and he could almost swear she was grinning. Spinning around and raising her tail, she showed him a teasing glance of her swollen spade and walked away.

"Whoa..." Justin whispered.

"Well she's never done that before. She must really like you."

"Umm is she in heat too? Did you want me to breed her?" Justin asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Mr. Johnson gave Mr. Langsworth an amused look. "Oh to be thirteen again..."

"I appreciate the offer, but Princess can't have puppies," Mr. Langsworth answered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know there was something wrong with her."

"There's nothing wrong with her. She's a hybrid dog; they're never fertile."

Justin's eyes popped open when he heard that. So this is what a hybrid looked like. He would never have guessed she was anything but a regular dog from her appearance. And it actually made sense to him that hybrids couldn't have puppies. No one would need to pay him if they could just mate two hybrids together. He was a bit curious as to the reason, though.

"Umm... Why is that?"

Mr. Langsworth shook his head a little, but answered anyway, "It's right there is the name: hybrid. You know how mules are the offspring of a donkey and a horse?"

The husky did not know that, but he nodded along anyway.

"They are hybrids; a combination of two similar, but different, species and are all infertile as a result. It's the same with canines."

Justin felt a weight lift from his chest. Everything he had been so terrified about was a lie. Hybrid dogs didn't prove that morphs and dogs were the same thing; they actually proved the exact opposite. He wasn't about to shout from the rooftops that he fucked animals, but he couldn't contain his tail wagging.

"So Princess is your pet?" Justin asked.

"Ha! Don't let her hear you say that. I'm pretty sure that dog thinks she is in charge," said Mr. Langsworth.

The hybrid gave a well timed huff at the sentiment.

"No, she was a pup from one of my bitches. Her litter was all German Shepherds, but she came out with white fur. For whatever reason, the stuffed shirts I normally sell to weren't interested in a non-standard coat. Two years later and she is still here. It's much harder to sell a grown dog, so I assume I'm just stuck with her now."

Mr. Langsworth spoke like he was annoyed by Princess's presence, but Justin couldn't help noticing the affectionate look on his face when he looked at her. The hybrid dog seemed to grow bored with their conversation. She walked over to the teenage husky once again, and reached a paw up to grab at him. Securing his attention, she turned her back to him, raised her tail, giving him a much better look at her pussy.

Justin was transfixed by the sight. It felt like a supermodel begging for his cock. His hormones were taking charge again, and he wanted nothing more than to give it to her. He heard a cough and looked up, embarrassed to be caught staring.

The older man rolled his eyes and said, "Oh go ahead. I should know better than to put two horny teenagers in the same room together. I could never say no to Princess anyway."

Justin beamed with happiness at the news. He was slightly confused by the "teenagers" comment, until he remembered that Princess was two years old. That meant she was fourteen in dog years; practically the same age as him.

"Take her with you. Just be sure to pick a different room than before. She gets jealous of other dogs."

Princess took off, bounding through the open doorway. Justin followed, and found her sitting in front of one of the bedrooms. He reached for the handle, but she stood up and flicked it with her paws. That somehow worked, and the door swung open for the pair. The husky gave her a curious look, but questions would have to wait until later.

They ran into the room together; Justin locking the door behind them. The dog jumped onto the bed with a single leap, then spun around into a playful stance and just watched the morph teen. Justin started to take his clothes off. After stepping out of his pants, he looked up at the shepherd. Her tail was wagging as fast as he'd ever seen, and she was staring right at him. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn she was checking him out.

Justin decided to run with that little fantasy, and started stroking his sheath right in front of her. He hadn't been told not to tie this time, but still didn't want to risk it. Princess watched intently as he rubbed himself to full hardness. When his pink shaft became visible she licked her lips a little, and when his knot appeared Justin heard her give a quiet groan.

"You like what you see, girl?" Justin asked. He was pretty sure she didn't know what he was talking about, but it was fun to pretend anyway.

"You're so beautiful. I'm gonna lay you down, and have sex with you right now."

Justin climbed onto the bed, ready to wrangle the dog into position, but Princess flopped down onto the bed and rolled over. On her back with her paws in the air, she waited for him to make a move. He stopped for a second and just looked at her. He remembered how hard it was to get Lily into this same position, but decided not to dwell on it.

Justin crawled over to her, and kneeled in front of the eager girl. He moved slowly, not wanting to startle Princess. Using a finger, he gently spread her dark lips apart, and teased her pussy. She was already wet, and gave a few needy humps against the digit. It looked like she was just as ready to start as he was, and there was no reason to wait.

Justin dragged the tip of his penis through her spade before pushing inside. The pair moaned out loud, as Justin sank into her snug depths. He had to take a few seconds to calm down. Even though he just had sex, there was something special about this girl. With the sounds she was making, he couldn't help but smile. Bending down so he was laying on top of her, he rested on his elbows, keeping the bulk of his weight off her.

Slowly, Justin began thrusting carefully. He was still getting used to sex without a tie, and didn't want to risk accidentally pulling out. Princess raised her paws and gripped shoulders, pulling his face closer. She looked right into his eyes, huffing lustily with every thrust he made into her tunnel. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips weren't very articulate, but the meaning was clear, and it was magical.

Until then Justin was pretty sure he was imagining things, but this was intentional. With a sudden realization, he knew that Princess was more than just a dog. She was intelligent, capable of the same level of thought and emotions as him, or any other morph. It sent Justin into the stratosphere, and he repaid her affection in kind. Justin turned his head, opened his muzzle, and melted into the kiss. Their humping got faster, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

The slick, soft inside of her pussy drove Justin wild. It felt like silk. The way it spread around him as he thrust into her heat teased him, driving him to reach deeper with each thrust. Princess, unlike his previous partners, was not a passive participant. She moved her hips, matching his thrusts, trying to feel every inch of him inside her. Clenching on his penis drove him wild, and she took full advantage of that discovery.

Justin's hips had become a blur, and Princess's moans were one long drawn out growl of pleasure. He had to pull back from their kiss to breath, the exertion becoming too much. He felt his climax coming strong, and stared into the eyes of his canine lover. He saw the ecstasy light up her face, and that was all it took to drive him over the edge.

Justin's hips gave one final hump then, legs locking up, he buried himself up to the knot inside Princess. His orgasm roared into life like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he flooded her with his seed.

Justin was throbbing and moaning with delight, when he felt Princess's pussy clamping rhythmically around his cock. She was cumming too. They could only whimper into each other's fur, hold on tight, and share the most intense orgasm of their lives.

Far too soon they came down from the lofty heights of sexual bliss, Justin rolled over onto his side, trying to avoid flattening Princess. His penis slipped out of her spade with a wet, sloppy squelch, and he desperately tried to catch his breath. Princess turned to face him, the biggest grin on her muzzle. It took them a few minutes to regain their senses.

Justin took a paw and placed it against the side of Princess's face, stroking her fur gently as he stared into her eyes once more. He should have been content just to lie there silently and bask in the afterglow with a beautiful girl, but there was a burning question that needed to be asked.

"You... you understand everything I'm saying, don't you?"

Princess nodded, unmistakably saying yes.

"Wow," was all Justin could say.

He was blown away a second time by the revelation. Hybrids weren't just smart dogs, they were actually people, but in a four legged body! The implications boggled his mind, but the full ramifications were far beyond his ability to comprehend. Something else nagged at the back of his mind.

"Was that your first time?"

Princess turned her head away, bashful. Ears flattened, and becoming a little demure, she nodded.

"Cool... Umm, I'm really glad you wanted to do it with me. I, uhh, I really like you."

Princess playfully licked Justin's nose, and he giggled, the undeniably doggy gesture cutely at odds with his new perception of her.

They could have spent all day in bed together, but Justin knew he was on borrowed time. With one last pet to his newfound lover he hopped off the bed, and set about getting back to the real world. He cleaned himself in the bathroom again, and got dressed for the second time that day. Coming out, he found Princess licking herself clean like a regular dog. She stopped when he appeared, jumped down, and followed right beside as he walked back to the humans. They entered the parlor side by side, and she leaned heavily and affectionately against his leg when they stopped.

Justin couldn't help but feel a little thrill pass through his heart that such a beautiful girl liked him, and he scratched behind her ear, returning her affection.

Mr. Langsworth cracked the tiniest of grins, seeing them together like that, then passed a sizable envelope to Mr. Johnson.

"Here you go Charles, as agreed. Looks like your anthro boy did a good job."

Justin felt a little bit of anger well up inside his chest. He really didn't like that word, anthro. It felt like the perfect example of everything wrong with the way humans treated them. Normally he would just let it pass without comment, but Princess had given him a boost of confidence like he had never felt before. Without considering the consequences he spoke.

"I'm not an anthro," he said, just barely loud enough to hear.

"What was that? Come on now, speak up," Mr. Langsworth said.

"I said I'm not an anthro," he spoke louder.

"It just means..." the man began to say.

"I know what it means. It's short for anthropomorphic, having the qualities of a human, and anthro itself means "human". Calling us that just means we are some lesser version of you, and we're not."

The boy was shaking after that outburst. He was stupid, he was so fucking stupid. He just ruined everything. Talking like that to any human was asking for disaster, and Justin managed to insult the richest human he'd ever met. He was just about to have a full blown panic attack when he heard the most unexpected of noises: laughter.

Justin looked up to see Mr. Langsworth smiling, actually smiling, and chuckling at the outburst.

"Well I guess they taught you something in school after all. You've done your job. I'll have more work for you in a little while."

Justin looked over to Mr. Johnson and saw a shocked expression on his face. It looked like they were both as gobsmacked by his reaction. They left quickly, before Mr. Langsworth could change his mind. They were on the road again before Mr. Johnson addressed the elephant in the room.

"Justin, I told you specifically not to say anything to Mr. Langsworth unless he asked you a question." Just shrank down a little in his seat. He definitely deserved an angry lecture.

"But I'm very happy to be wrong. That has to be the most polite I've ever seen that old curmudgeon. He might actually like you."

Mr. Johnson thumbed through the envelope he was given, pulled out a stack of bills, and handed them to Justin.

"Here, you earned it."

Justin took the money, wide eyed at the obscene amount of cash in his hands. A thousand dollars was probably more than he had earned from working at the pet store for a full year, and there was plenty more to come.

The remainder of the ride was uneventful, and it was getting dark by the time Mr. Johnson dropped him off at home. Justin was spent from the day's sexual adventures, and went to bed early. Sometime past eleven o'clock, a particularly loud argument from the apartment above woke him. It was nothing out of the ordinary, he just had to wait for them to quiet down before going back to sleep.

Killing some time, Justin got out of bed to get a drink of water, grateful it hadn't awoken either of his siblings. On his way to the bathroom, he noticed the kitchen light was on, and heard his parents talking quietly to each other. Justin padded down the hallway, and saw them huddled over the kitchen table, looking worried.

"...but what are we going to do?" his Mom whispered.

"I can take the bus for now, but once they move to the new job site I don't know... We might just have to bite the bullet, and borrow the money," his Dad whispered back.

"Mom? Dad? Is everything ok? I heard you guys talking."

They looked up at Justin, his mom masking her anxiety with a comforting face.

"It-it's nothing you have to worry about honey, just go back to bed."

"It's just, if you need money I have a little bit saved up."

His dad sighed and said, "We really appreciate it buddy, but the car needs a new fuel pump and it's going to cost around five hundred dollars..."

"I have that much," the teen said.

Justin's parents looked at each other, shocked, then turned to stare at him.

"You have five hundred dollars? Where did you get that kind of money?"

Justin felt awkward, his tail dropping a little with the tension. He wanted to help his family more than anything, but there was no way he could let them know where that money really came from.

"Well, umm, you know that delivery I helped with today. Mr. Johnson gave me part of the money we made; he said it was a commission. That's why I wanted to go so bad."

The next thing he knew, Justin was being wrapped from both sides, a big hug from both of his parents. He couldn't help but feel a little choked up. What he was doing might be wrong, but he didn't care. He found a way to help the most important people in his life, and that's all that mattered.