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Priscilla hummed to herself, music playing in her earbuds as she swayed back and forth to the beat, in one hand a mixing bowl and the other a whisk as she whisked the batter of the cake she was making to and fro inside the bowl. Taking a quick taste, the pig let out a slight snort of happiness at the sugary taste of her latest baking concoction, she found a recipe for it off the internet and she was dying to try it, and she was also dying to see how her hubby would react. Priscilla hummed some more as she grabbed a cake pan, and slowly spooned the mixture into it, just in time for her oven to let out a long beep to indicate it had reached it's needed temperature, carefully she slotted the cake pans into the oven and closed it and set the timer in her kitchen for forty-five minutes.

"Alright, time to make the rest of tonight's dinner." Priscilla said as she got to work, as she did she thought of her husband, those words warmed her heart, she, and her husband a grey wolf named Desmond were newlyweds, (they'd just left their honeymoon a few days ago,) it was still weird calling him her husband, she and Desmond had dated for a while (three years,) before they talked about getting married, and now here they were. She was so giddy, being a housewife was not something she thought of, but she didn't mind it, her husband made enough money for her to pursue the passion she wanted: baking! Her husband was quite supportive of her doing it and that made her heart swoon even more, though it may be due to the fact he got to partake in the fruits of her labor (not that she mined, all that much.) Placing a salmon steak into a pan, she preheated a pan of olive oil and waited for it to heat just enough to sear and cook that night's dinner, humming and swaying her hips to a new song as she did.

Meanwhile, entering their abode was a wolf, rolling his neck a bit to get a few cricks out of it. Desmond let out a tired yawn as he kicked off his shoes in the corner and put on his slippers, happy to be home from a long day of work. Taking a big whiff, he could smell the lovely aroma of his wife's cooking, he could tell she was cooking salmon just by smell alone, this made the wolf's mouth salivate. Walking into the kitchen he saw another sight that he loved, standing with her magnificent ass to him, was his lovely wife, her wide salacious hips swaying to a song he could barely hear in her earbuds, licking his lips Desmond silently crept up to his wife and encircled his arms around her, this made the pig jump in surprise until she recognized who it was that was behind her.

"De-Desmond?!" Priscilla yelped out, when she saw his familiar snout make its way to her neck, she saw his gentle green eyes, she relaxed as she allowed herself to fall back into her lover's embrace. His strong hands gripped her a bit tighter, something she loved.

"I'm home, my lady love." Desmond said happily as he kissed Priscilla's neck. The pig let out a light oink of pleasure, as he did.

"So how, how was your day Desmond?" Priscilla said as she reluctantly wrestled herself from her husband's grasp so she could finish cooking.

"Fine, a bit boring," Desmond said as he went to their fridge and grabbed a pitcher from the back full of water and poured himself a glass, "How was yours?" Desmond asked as he downed his water and then went towards the dinner plates in their cabinet and began setting the table for dinner that night.

"Good, I'm trying a new cake recipe, I can't wait for you to try it." Priscilla said with a pep in her step, as said cake was done in the oven, as the timer she had dinged finally, donning oven mitts, she took the cake out of the oven and poked it with a toothpick to check its doneness and was glad to see that it was indeed done, placing it on a glass pedestal near the oven she waited for the pastry to cool a bit before she would cover it with frosting, once that was done she'd have a wonderfully baked strawberry cake. And if she did this correctly she'd have a new recipe to her repertoire of baked goods that she'd soon get to sell to animals all around who would patron her little baked goods store.

Desmond watched his wife move in the kitchen, the way she seemed to masterfully dance from task to task, it was quite the sight to see and one of the reasons he loved to watch her in the kitchen, well that and because he just loved watching her in general, her plush body drove him wild, really everything about his wife drove Desmond wild, her way of dancing when she thought no one else was watching her, her little oinks and squeals of joy whenever she did something right, or that delightfully pout she'd give him if he made a bad joke, god, he was in love with her.

"Well dinner's ready." Priscilla said as she plated the dinner for that night, a nice well-cooked salmon with wild rice and mixed veg, a nice dinner for two. Sitting down together, Priscilla and Desmond talked and ate, thinking of things they could do that weekend, a business trip that Desmond would be forced to take in a few weeks, and for some reason the talk of whether to two of them should have kids came up. It was something that the two of them had talked about a while before they had gotten married, the two were not sure when they wanted kids, though they knew they wanted them.

"I mean, we can afford to take care of a kid or two," Desmond said as he scooped a forkful of vegetables into his mouth, plus just the thought of seeing his wife gravid and pregnant was a picture in Desmond's mind that almost made him too turned on to concentrate, though he wouldn't tell that to Priscilla, at least not now, "Plus I think any kids that come from you would be the cutest things ever." Desmond said as he looked in Priscilla's hazelnut eyes with the kind of love that a man deeply in love could only manage.

"I know, but are um...are we ready?" Priscilla asked, and Desmond stopped for a moment, were they ready? Having kids wasn't like having a pet, kids were a much, much bigger responsibility, something that the two would have to make, but part of Desmond wanted to take the plunge, he wanted to be a father and to help raise a little pig-wolf hybrid with his wife.

"I think we are, but I won't push it unless you think you are," Desmond said, not wanting to put too much pressure on her, he would be ready to have kids when she was ready to, not a moment before, not a moment later, "And when you are I'll be there for you." Desmond said happily, Priscilla smiled back at him and the two continued their dinner, and after washing the dishes together, the two decided to retire to their living room to share some strawberry cake together. The sweet fruity flavor and fresh strawberries that Priscilla used to make it were the perfect thing to eat after dinner, especially while watching their favorite show on Netflix.

A few days would pass, and Priscilla mulled over the idea of having children again and again, and it didn't help that her husband had gone on his business trip a bit earlier than they'd thought he'd have to, and to add to her problems, she also went into her heat during that week well, so she for a few days was left with her own thoughts, and of course her own mind began to imagine what it would be like to be a mother, and another part imagine the act of making her a mother, the idea of Desmond pinning her down, growling her name in his deep husky voice as he bit down into her neck, knotting her and everything in between. The pig was going mad from the ideas swirling in her mind, until she learned that Desmond would be coming home a few days early, then her heat riddled mind began to think of a way to make use of this sudden boon.

Desmond let out sigh of relief as he reached the front door of his and Priscilla's apartment, he hated business trips, he could manage without his wife for a few days, that wasn't the reason why, no it was because his co-workers would invariably invite him out to some stupid bar near their hotel and try to get him drunk. Still, he was glad to be home now. Walking into his home, he saw that his abode was empty. He figured Priscilla must be with friends, heading to his bedroom, he was more than surprised to see where his wife actually was. Laying on their bed, a red satin negligee that barely hung off her body, and the places where it didn't fall off her body showed off every curve of her body, the way it clung to her and accentuated her wide hips, her thick, inviting thighs and her inviting breasts, all wrapped up in a red package.

"P-P-Priscilla," Desmond managed to say, his mouth began to water at the sight of his beautiful wife, wrapped up like a present for him to unwrap and indulge in, the wolf's instincts kicked in with an abandon "What's the occasion?" Desmond asked, his wife was not one to dress up like this unless it was something like their anniversary (which wouldn't be for a while,) or his birthday (which was four months away,)

"None, just...when we were talking about having kids, it made me think and think," Priscilla said as her thighs began to rub together, Desmond could smell it in the air, the heat in between them becoming almost unbearable, her heat becoming unbearable, "An-and then I went into h-heat." Priscilla stammered out, sitting up on her knees, her husband could smell the heat wafting off her, it was driving him mad.

"I see," Desmond said in a low growl, a growl that sent deep, deep shivers down Priscilla's spine and made the hairs on the back of her head stand on end, it was that kind of growl that was best described as: domineering very rarely did Desmond get like this, but when he did she loved it, "Guess I'll have to take care of that." Desmond said as he placed a hand on Priscilla's face, he leaned down taking her lips in his, his tongue snaked its way into her mouth and the two moaned in delight at the sensation of each other. Priscilla worked her hand up her husband's chest, stopping at the base of his neck where his bright red tie sat. She worked a delicate finger through the fabric, and loosening it till it was able to be pulled from his neck. She then slipped her hands from his neck to her husband's chest, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. Running her hands across his well-toned chest admiring the work her husband did to keep himself fit and trim. The wolf was tones and she loved it. Thinking of when in the morning she'd watch him work out, his body straining: it made her want him even more.

Desmond himself worked his hands towards Priscilla's thighs, tracing his sharp claws across her thick luscious pink skin. The wolves' hands then worked their way up her negligee and to her satin red panties, pulling them aside he plunged one of his fingers into his wife's waiting snatch, she let out a moan as his fingers worked in and out of her sopping wet cunt, all the while nipping at her neck making her gasp and moan in pleasure as his teeth barely penetrated her skin, a mix of pleasure and pain that she loved more than anything.

"D-Desmond!" Priscilla moaned in pleasure as her husband's fingers worked their magic in her snatch, penetrating deep as they could go. Her voice reached higher and higher octaves as he fingered her again and again. She was nearing orgasm: then Desmond stopped, and Priscilla let out a whine of displeasure, she clutched at Desmond as he smiled that wicked smile he always had whenever they were fucking, he then glanced down at his pants, his cock was rock hard and tenting through his pinstripe pants and so did Priscilla, she smiled as she reached for his pants. Unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, Desmond did the rest, pulling his pants down and exposing his still brief covered cock. The cloth prison that his shaft was in was quickly discarded by Priscilla, and from it out popped her husband's girthy canine cock. Bright red, throbbing and veiny, with precum dribbling from the tip of it, Priscilla could feel her heat ramp into overdrive.

"I want it now!" Priscilla whined franticly as she gripped her husband's cock stroking it a few times, and he let out a groan as he held himself back from pushing Priscilla, down and fucking her deep and hard until she was heavy with child. But He had to take this slow, he wanted his beloved to enjoy their time together tonight.

"Not yet my sweet." Desmond whispered in Priscilla's ears as he pushed Priscilla onto her back and began to lick and prod her snatch with his tongue. Priscilla moaned louder as her husband ate her out, his mouth playing with her clit. Priscilla clutched at the sheets of their bed as she could feel her orgasm rising and rising closer to the surface. Her moans of pleasure were like music to Desmond's ears he loved hearing his wife's moans of pleasure, knowing he'd be the only man for the rest of her and his life that would ever get to hear that sweet melodic sound as she arched her back, it was a selfish thought, he knew it was, but he couldn't help it. Just the thought of her being with some other animal made Desmond more fervent, more wanting of his wife.

"D-Desmond!" He heard his love scream his name in ecstasy, her fingers clutched so tightly against the sheets of their bed that Desmond thought her nails might rip a hole in the mattress. Priscilla came hard, her fluids rushing from her snatch and into Desmond's waiting mouth, where he lapped it up hungrily savoring her taste. Her body was now quivering, and her breathing was heavy and Desmond looked at his wife with pride as he stroked her head waiting for her to get ready for the main event.

"Are you ready?" Desmond asked his porcine wife and she replied with a yes, still a bit out of breath. Kissing her deeply Desmond lined his cock up with Priscilla's cunt. Priscilla could feel her lover's cock prod at her entrance, teasing her just a little bit more much to Priscilla's annoyance.

"Fuck me now!!" Priscilla practically begged, and Desmond obliged as he plunged his cock as deep as he could into her snatch. Priscilla moaned in deep pleasure as she wrapped her legs around Desmond's waist, she knew he wouldn't pull out, but she wanted to make sure he would breed her and make her into a mother.

"Shit." Desmond cursed as he pulled his cock out until the head of it was the only thing inside her snatch he then plunged in again and drawing another moan from Priscilla's throat, the pig was also close to squealing alongside her moans, something she was so embarrassed by, but much like her moans, Desmond loved to hear them and picked up his tempo, he started slow, but soon his hips started to gradually pick up speed. As Priscilla moaned louder and louder, her moans were soon mixed with squeals of joy, and Desmond could feel himself getting closer to his edge. His bulbus knot was close to penetrating Priscilla, ensuring that his seed had nowhere else to go up inside her.

"Knot me!" Priscilla begged, Desmond howled as he plunged his cock as deep as it could, his knot entering her. With a squeal of delight, Priscilla felt her husband's seed flood inside her. Thick rope after thick rope of his cum coated her womb, impregnating her and filling her to the brim . Priscilla's legs wrapped as tightly as they could around Desmond's waist as the final spurt of cum entered her snatch. The two kissed deeply as the high of their recent love making session weaned, waiting for Desmond's knot to deflate, and so the mandatory cuddling time had begun.

"That was so great." Priscilla said, satisfied at being filled, her heat had been subdued for the time being, she pressed her forehead against Desmond's and the wolf licked her lovingly.

"I'm not sure about you, but I can't wait for round two." Desmond said lustily and Priscilla smiled, as the two kissed again. The night was young, and they probably wouldn't get much sleep during it. Not that the two minded all that much.