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An anonymous commission. Takes place some time after the events Why Not A Dog? but with a different cast of characters.

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A lot of things can change during the night. Too many to number, but one of them was to have your workplace - a neat, brand-spanking new environment with all sorts of creature comforts and state-of-the-art gear- turn into a charred black shell reeking of smoke and soaked ash. Adam knew what to expect - Nora had phoned him shortly after he'd woken up, already on the scene, and while he was having his morning coffee the news feeds had offered up gristly pictures of the fire that broke out in the new research lab of Minnesota University.

"Shit..." he muttered as he surveyed the gutted wreck of his workplace.

"My first reaction was 'Thank God no one was hurt.' but I have to admit I had the same thought you did..." Nora said, making Adam feel a bit awkward about cursing. Dr. Olsen didn't look like she'd been dragged out of bed for this, even though being project lead she must have been. Many of the younger researchers were still rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they surveyed the mess, but even though she was half-way through fifty their head researcher was clear (if stern) eyed.

"There are some good news..." she said.

"How good?"

"Well the fire broke out sometime after the 3 am backup cycle. I checked with our off-site datacenters and our back-up server is running smoothly and up to date. We didn't lose any lives, not even any work. Insurance will cover this but the work involved..." she said, shaking her head. He remembered how glad they'd all been when the construction was done on the new addition to the campus and they'd all moved into their new facilities. And that thought certainly pulled a loose thread...

"What about the canines?"

"No injuries. Of course they were the first to smell the fire. Hell, they even altered CampSec once they'd all cleared out. But whereas we lost our workplace, they lost their home. Which brings us to the university's solution to that little dilemma. I don't want to put this project on ice until we get accommodations sorted. We deserve facilities but when it comes down to it we can work out of anyplace, as long as we get the server connections sorted out. And since we have a lot of our four-legged assistants in need of a place to live, we're asking our researchers to open their hearts and their homes. You still living alone in that little place a few miles off campus?" she asked, or more to the point hinted.

"Uh yeah, I... let's see, I've been working close with Athena and Artemis so I guess I could take them both in without things getting too cramped..."

"Good, they were rather hoping you'd pick them..." Nora said, explaining after Adam gave her a funny look. "We only asked the canines first because they were already here, I assure you. Either way we've got them in guest housing for now. You'll find Athena in unit 3C, and if Artemis isn't with her I'm sure she'll help you sniff her out. Storage wasn't hit by the fire so head on over and get whatever you need, and remember to stop by on a beta-canine store on the way home for anything they don't have. Our budget will cover living expenses, just make sure you save the receipts. Well, that's the As done. Or they will be once I find someone to take in Achilles. You'll excuse me I'm sure, I've got a ton of work and you've got roomies to get settled in."

*******

"Have we arrived?" came a smooth but still artificial sounding voice from behind him, one he recognized as belonging to Artemis.

"Hey, no fair talking while I've got my hands on the wheel..." Adam replied. Each of the girls wore a prototype canine communicator on a lanyard around their necks, small devices that interpreted their brainwaves if they focused on 'speaking' and used Text-2-Speech to sound out the words. It was a miracle of modern science and would one day soon give beta-canines the power of speech, but it was still in early development. "But in answer to what I think your question was - no, we aren't there quite yet." he said smiling as he did.

His two future roommates were equally endearing as far as he was concerned, but they were very little alike. Athena was sitting in the back like a perfect lady, paying attention to her surroundings but not doing anything to distract Adam while he was driving. But unlike the demure Dalmatian, the Dobie at her side was antsy and Adam was sure that if he took any longer she'd roll down the window and stick her head out. In spite of that, Adam didn't really mind having the two over.

He didn't really mind living alone, especially since it helped him focus on work, but he was worried he was in danger of becoming a hermit at this point. He didn't have all that many friends and they had a hard time making time to get together lately. The house he was renting was a small one - two bedrooms, a garage and no upper floor but it had been plenty of spacious for him. With three of them sharing it things were going to get a bit cozy...

He'd converted one of the bedrooms into a work room, and with the mess of papers, assorted equipment both functional and half-assembled, it was likely to remain a workroom. With that in mind, he'd ceded the girls the living room. After opening the trunk of his car he managed to pull out one of the beds he'd got out of storage. A cross between a dog-basket and a mattress the things were pretty big, and as Adam found out heavier than they looked.

“Just put it down anywhere…" Athena said, casting an appraising eye and giving her new home a subtle sniff. He was wondering where Artemis had gone off to when he heard an irritated growl coming from the front door. Once he reached it he was greeted with the sight of a black-and-orange rump as Artemis unsuccessfully tried to drag in the bulky bed, even though it was obviously too wide to fit through the door.

“Here, lemme help you…" he said, steeping around the fierce Doberman and tilting the bed so it could slip through and she could carry it the rest of the way. He wanted to be the gentleman, but in this case that would have meant prying something from Artemis' mouth which was always tricky.

“There, did it myself. What is that?" she asked, pointing to the center of the living room with her muzzle.

“Oh, that's just my beanbag. I like to zone out with a video game from time to time, I'll just put it away so you girls can have some spac…" he began, but the Dobie was on the chair before he could reach it. After a few experimental stomps she settled down on it, making it clear the beanie wasn't going anywhere. “Or I can just let you use it…"

“I like to out zone too…" she said, murring a little in annoyance before making a sign for 'nine'.

Adam's phone was in his hand on instinct as he entered in what he thought Artemis had meant to say. The devices were impressive, but the brain-wave interpretations were done by a new AI that still needed a lot of training before it was fully functional. Whenever the translation was off, the canines would give it a mark from one to ten, and the technician would enter the mark as well as what they thought the speaker had meant to say.

“Okay, try again." He said after sending the correction out. The link between his phone and the server was up, and when Artemis next spoke she seemed pleased with the revision.

“I like to zone out too." She said, and the way she'd settled in her little nest made it clear Adam would be carrying in the rest of the things himself. Fortunately there wasn't much, and once the dispenser at the girls' food had been brought in he gave them a tour.

“Okay, so we have the food and water set up, and the plumbers should be here soon to install a toilet you girls can use. I imagine they'll need to use a jack-hammer for that, so you might want to check out the yard while they're bounding away here. The bad side is there's no way to fit in a wash station, so I guess I'll be taking you girls to the salon. It's all on the project budget, so you might as well get some proper pampering…"

“Do you have a bath?" asked Athena. The canines had picked up their voices when they first got the communicators, and even though hers was as flat as the one Artemis had picked they were different enough for him to easily tell apart.

“Uh yeah, but it's the regular old kind so it won't really do you any good…"

“Well you could bathe us. If you don't brain…" she said, murring in annoyance as she signed a three. “If you don't mind…" she added after Adam made the correction.

“Uhh, no. If you two are fine with it."

“Works for me…" Artemis said, stretching on her newly confiscated beanbag chair.

The suggestion was sensible, but for the first time since agreeing to take the two in he realized that he'd be sharing his home with two females. The idea of bathing the girls drove the point home as it made his cheeks heat up because even though he saw the two naked all the time the canines had used automated stations back at the campus. It was sensible – they didn't have hands that could lather themselves up, so it wasn't any different than a female friend asking him to smear sun-screen on her back. It's probably even more innocent than that. he thought, reminding himself that there was still the species barrier between them. That's a big one too, definitely big enough to keep things from getting… weird…

*******

If there had been two regular canines waiting for him at home, Adam knew that the sound of his car pulling in would have triggered a scrabble of claws on hardwood as the loyal doggies arrayed themselves at the door to welcome their master back. But he wasn't the master of the two canines living in his home so the girls hadn't stirred from their places in the living-room. Athena was stretched out on the sofa while Artemis was making good on her claim and hogging the beanbag chair, but both heads still rose, and both faces looked happy to see him. Their ears only fell a little once they got a good look at him.

"How was your evening?" Athena asked, trying to show polite interest rather than concern.

"Uhh, not really bad, I guess. Kind of a letdown because I finally made some time to get together with some of my friends, and wound up spending most of the evening nodding politely. I dunno... at some point it seems all anyone can talk about are relationships and I've kind of fallen behind on that subject." he said.

"Why? You're nice. A girl would be good fortune to have you..." Athena said, scooting over to one side of the couch before signing a seven. Adam flicked away at his phone screen on habit, and soon got the corrected version. "A girl would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks, but I need to let one get a chance to find that out. That means dating and that means time and that takes a lot of time out of my day. And I guess I have a hard time tearing myself away from work... he said, sitting down next to Athena, with Artemis taking position on the other side of him as if on cue.

"We're sorry for invading your home." the Dobie said in the flat digital voice, and Adam had been expecting her to ark how far the translation was off before a flick of her ears told him it had been spot-on.

"Aww, don't feel bad! I'd been in this slump before you two moved in. And besides, if I brought a girl over now I could trust you two to charm her, maybe put in a good word in for me?" he said, cracking an honest smile.

"You should let Adam bathe you! He's very thorough!" the Dobie quipped.

"Okay, I could trust Athena to talk. I'd have to mute you and let you be the cute silent one..." he said, with the Doberman making her point by placing her paws across his lap and laying her head on them.

"Aren't there any girls you're interested in?" Athena asked, proving she was indeed the more reliable of the pair.

"Well there was Elizabeth. Cute girl, looks kind of like a platinum-blonde pixie, and smart to boot. You may have heard of her - our project is based on some beta-canine psychology work she's done. But when I finally worked up the guts to ask her out, she very gently turned me down. Gave me the impression that I wasn't really her type..." he said, and for a moment he was sure there had been an awkward look between the two females seated on either side of him, but since neither spoke up he figured he'd imagined it. "Anyway that was... yikes, about a year ago. Yeah I guess... I really need to start giving my love-life some thought. All work and no play, huh?" he said, prompting the Dalmatian next to him to lay her head on his shoulder. Dateless, and yet I have girls literally throwing themselves on me... Adam mused, placing a hand on both heads as his fingers began to scratch away.

The time spent petting and scratching the two clever canines had managed to put a smile on his face, one that turned just a little sour as he entered his bedroom. He'd bought the place pretty much furnished and had never thought of replacing the king-size bed. The house had been imagined as a cozy love-nest for a young couple so the bedroom made sense, but tonight it seemed like the spacious mattress was mocking him. Heaving a sigh he changed and crawled under the sheets, and had been half-way to dreamland when he felt the mattress shift and two sleek, warm shape settle on either side of him.

"Are you girls... do you want me to turn the heat up?" he asked, figuring his house-guests had crawled into bed with him for the body-warmth.

"We don't need this Adam. You do..." Athena said.

"Not that we mind..." added the Dobie opposite her

"It's a canine thing. Never let a member of your pack feel alone." the spotted female said, giving his chin a quick lick. He was sure she'd mark the translation, correcting pack for something like family, but the girls seemed happy with the translation. So this is my pack, huh? He thought to himself, stretched out on his back with the clever canines on either side. Athena had settled down with her head resting on her forepaws and her face looking up at him, while Artemis was stretched out with her back against his side, her head thrown back to rest on his chest. There was something endearing about what the girls were doing, and having two cute doggies snuggled up to him made him realize that missing out of human contact didn't necessarily mean missing out on quality time with good friends...

*******

"Still working?" came the polite question in the slightly disjointed computer-generated voice.

"Uhh, yeah. I just... wow, a little later than I thought..." Adam said after seeing what the time was. "I'm not keeping you two up, am I?"

"Athena sleeping. Wanted to check on you..." the Dobie said, inviting herself in and walking beside Adam's chair. "Why so busy?" she asked, placing her chin on his knee and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes until Adam decided he could spare one hand.

"Well the good news is everyone's still working on the project from home. There's lots of data rolling in, but our use cases and scheduled tests are all out the window. We made this very well documented development plan, but were doing any way we can now, so anyone who can spare the time is helping write the new plan on the fly..."

"Sounds drilling..." Artemis said, eye-s half-closed as she savored her ear-scratchies.

"That doesn't sound right. Mark that for me?" he said, the Dobie rolling her eyes a little as she placed a paw on his thigh and made the number-sign. "Okay, try again..."

"Sounds boring..." she said, giving him a flick with her ears to let him know the correction was spot on.

"Yeah, not exciting but it's still important. The sooner we get this project done, the sooner the world will realize just how smart girls like you really are." he said, knowing that once they were no longer mute the beta-canines will be seen in an entirely different light.

"You think of me as a girl?" Artemis asked, rubbing the underside of her muzzle against Adam's thighs as his fingers worked diligently on the top of her head.

"What, you mean age wise? No, I know you aren't a child at twelve years old the way a human would be..." he began, but was interrupted when Artemis spoke again.

"No. You think of me as a young woman?" she asked, looking up at him and perking her ears. The communicators did a poor job of conveying subtle vocal inflections but Adam could read the canines' body language pretty well. This face meant the speaker was very interested in what the reply to her question would be. And coming from Artemis it could also mean she was daring him to dodge the question.

"Uhh, how... how was..." he began but a flick of those pointed ears told him the translation was spot on, ironically putting him on the spot. "I... yeah, I guess I do."

"You are sharing your home with two young women..." Artemis insisted, murring a little as she rubbed her muzzle along the young man's thigh. Adam had to grin at her behavior. In spite of the playful-puppy act she was putting on, Artemis retained the vicious streak of her Doberman ancestors. It was tempered by her kind spirit, but once the canine femme had learned she could make people squirm with words alone she took to it with a predator's glee. She'd also learned that if she peppered in some cute, puppy-like behavior she could get away with doing it.

"Yes, I suppose I am. One of them's a real lady, and the other's a bit of a..."

"...female dog?" Artemis interrupted, and after a frown immediately signed a 4. Adam took the phone and hesitated entering the score and what he thought the Dobie girl had meant to say. But Artemis was looking up at him, those brown eyes twinkling and making it clear what she meant. Well, I suppose she has a right to say it... "You were gonna say?"

"Bitch?" the Dobie's device chirped, her stub of a tail wagging at the knowledge that she'd taught their AI a new word...

"You know I don't think you're a bitch. You're just a bit un-ladylike but you've got a heart of gold..." he said. And it really was hard to confuse Artemis with Athena. The Dobie had even opted to have her tail docked and her eras cropped, something that beta-canines are subjected to only at their request. She said she did it because she like the fierce look it gave her, but Adam knew it was just as likely that someone had accused her of being too chicken to do it. The Dobie responded in a predictable manner when faced with a dare...

"Not a woman, not a bitch, not a lady...... What am I to you?" came the monotonous question, but the look on Artemis' face was very animated. She wasn't sure what she was trying to get out of him, but she was definitely enjoying wheedling out a response while also savoring some quality head-pats. She'd also been rubbing her muzzle quite vigorously along his thigh, and it was only when she tilted it up and actually brushed against something else that Adam realized he'd reacted in a very inappropriate way.

"Oh shi... sorry about that..." he mumbled, swiveling in the chair and starting to get up when the Doberman femme placed both of her paws on his knees.

"You don't know what I am, but I know what that is..." she said, the computerized voice making the sentence sound innocent, even though her eyes and wagging stub made it anything but. "Are you hiding a bone from me?" she asked, eyes twinkling as she pushed her nose against the tent in Adam's sweatpants.

"Okay, I know you're just trying to get to me, but sometimes you kind of take things to fa..." he began, stopping in mid-sentence when the canine muzzle jabbed up and the Dobie's teeth snapped shut on the waistband of his pants. The look he got from Artemis was a familiar one - he saw it every time he grabbed his half of a heavy, knotted rope, just before the cagey canine began to tug on the end clenched in her jaws. And Artemis didn't lose tugs of war. All it took was a twist of her neck and a playful little growl to tug the loose garment down enough to expose Adam's bone to the impish Doberman's eyes, and now that she could see it her interest seemed even more intense.

"Okay Artemis, you've had your fun. No-nghhh!-w how about you... uhh..." he said, trying to stammer out something that would bring the canine to her senses. Instead he just trailed off as she pressed her black nose pad against his erection and began to sniff him up and down.

"Never seen a boy-human before... boy-dog neither..." she said, and Adam remembered that while Athena had been on one 'date' with a beta-canine male Artemis was, in spite of her behavior, still innocent.

"Yeah well now you've seen one. And once we get back on campus you can talk with Nora and I'm sure she'll fix you up with someone..."

"But I have a boy here..." she said, and whatever Adam was going to say in reply was lost in a groan as she snaked her tongue up from the base of his shaft to the very tip. "You liked that!" Artemis said, the tone of her digital voice flat but the fiercely wagging tail providing enough insight into the sheer glee the words should have carried. The Dobie was wagging her stub hard enough for her whole rump to sway gently from side to side, and considering the way those cropped ears had swiveled in his direction when he'd groaned, he knew that he wouldn't be able to deny her accusation.

"Artemis! We -nhhhh!- we shouldn't..."

"Is it not allowed?" she asked, the fact that she didn't really need her mouth to talk meaning that she didn't have to even pause her licking to do so.

"No, it's not that... it's just..." Adam began, telling the truth but more importantly derailing the Dobie's current trail of thought. Tell Artemis that she couldn't do something, and you could consider it done.

"Don't human girls do this?" she asked, lashing that broad canine tongue against the still stunned young man's shaft. Adam could feel his legs tense and his jaw clench every time she licked him, cringing at the unsubtle way his body was responding to what he still couldn't help but think of Artemis teasing him. The Dobie was bold and headstrong, but he still couldn't imagine what had gotten into her brain to make her go this far.

"They do, but..."

"... but you don't have one to do this for you?" same the interruption, calm and synthetic and so out of touch with what the Dobie was doing. "And you live with two girls now. No time to be alone..."

Adam had to give her that one. The house that was quite big for just him was a bit more snug now, and he'd been very self-conscious about having some 'alone time' when he knew how good the girls' hearing was. In fact it might have been what kept him rooted in his chair, struggling just to hold his body back from doing what the Dobie was trying to get him to do. Tearing her big brown eyes from the object of her affection, she looked up and held his gaze as her slender muzzle opened.

In spite of her imposing looks, Adam trusted Artemis and knew she'd never harm him. But he still held his breath in terror as a muzzle filled with some very impressive dental-work descended on his shaft. Artemis didn't bother hiding how much she was enjoying this, her rump swaying from side to side as she shook her stub. But when he began to sink into her mouth the breath frozen in his lungs escaped as a shaky groan, his muscles trembling as nothing but heat and softness enveloped his twitching manhood. His eyes almost crossed but Artemis' remained twinkling as she easily pushed her muzzle down all the way, taking every last inch of him in one stroke.

"My new favorite bone." said the computerized voice, with the Dobie's soft, lusty growl providing the unsubtle emphasis. "Am I a good girl?" she asked in the same monotone, and it was only when she flicked her ears a few times that Adam got the hint.

Petting either of the girls and scratching them behind their ears had always seemed like an innocent bit of physical affection, and it was surreal to see his hand gliding along the top of the Dobie's head even as the female in question closed her eyes, happily suckling on the 'bone' laying on her tongue. A part of him was trying to find an explanation for this, to find out how he'd ended up with his cock stuck in Artemis' muzzle. But working out the Dobie's motivations was challenging even without his blood drained from his brain and a sleek, powerful Doberman female leaning into his pats and scratches like a good girl while sucking him off like a bad one...

Artemis was never one for standing still, even when she was getting attention, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to find the audacious canine sliding her muzzle up almost all the way before pushing it smoothly down again, murring and making Adam groan as he did his best to hold himself back. He was still sure Artemis was teasing him, that she was just bored and looking to get a rise out of him, but the more and more the puppy-eyed bitch bobbed her head in his lap, the less likely the idea seemed.

“Artemis… if you keep …that… I'm going to…" he gasped out, fighting for breath as he kept himself in check. It had been a while since anyone had done this sort of thing for him, and stars were starting to dance around the corners of his vision as his whole body tensed.

“Going to what?" came the artificial voice, flat as always but spiced by the devilish eyes looking up at him. Artemis didn't use her mouth to talk, so he didn't even get a second's respite from the caress of her broad doggie tongue against his twitching length.

Adam had opened his mouth to respond, but couldn't find his words. He mused on the irony that while he was trying to give canines like Artemis a voice she'd just wound up stealing his, but even that thought drained away along with the last of his strength. With his restraint gone his body did what it needed to, his hips almost bucking up as the lusty Dobie's new favorite bone twitched, her cropped ears twitching as she got her first taste of a 'human-boy'.

The sleek bitch murred lovingly around her prize, easily keeping up with the flow of human seed as her powerful tongue stroked the underside of the twitching, pulsing length. It was only when Adam began to grow soft that she let him slip out, giving the sensitive shaft a few more licks until she was satisfied he was clean.

“You look relaxed now. You work too hard…" she said, wagging her stub for emphasis.

“Yeah, I guess I do…" Adam breathed out. That orgasm had been a bit stronger than he would have guessed and he was still trying to get his brain to function. “You know… if a girl did something like this I wouldn't feel right if I didn't at least offer to return the favor…" he said, but before he was finished Artemis had hopped of and started for the door, turning around and only dashing away once she was sure he was following. The sleek canine made a quick zip towards his bedroom, planting her forepaws on the bed and turning her hindquarters towards her resident human.

“Oh, good… so I'll just…" he said a little awkwardly, face to face with something that he'd seen plenty of times before without any sort of reaction at all.

Artemis didn't even have a tail to hide her modesty, and Adam wasn't sure she had a lot of modesty to hide, but this was the first time the Doberman female had actually presented for him. There were subtle differences, such as the twitch of her stumpy tail, the subtle arch to her back and most of all the devious twinkle in her eyes as she looked back at him.

But what surprised Adam more than anything was his own reaction. He found his eyes going over the powerful body in a way they never did before, taking in the sleek contours and the feminine posture of the female posing for him. Her words swam up in his mind, the monotone voice asking him how he saw her. The species gap still seemed real, but on the other side of it was a girl he liked who was giving him some very clear signals. One step closer to her, and he felt he would be on the other side.

“Are you going to make me beg?" came the flat tone, but the way she folded her ears made her look needy and vulnerable. An act, of course, since she still had that tug-of-war glint in her eyes. And even though she wasn't tugging, Adam found himself walking closer.

He knelt behind her and came face to face with the private end of an eager bitch. The black spade with the Y-shaped slit was different than what he was used to, but this wasn't his first time with an eager girl presenting him with something he had no real idea what to do with. And this time he was a confident young man, not some clueless teen, so it should be easier…

He placed his thumbs on either side of the puffy spade, feeling the black and orange rump quiver at his touch, an encouraging sign so far. Spreading the canine mound revealed glistening pink, something that looked more familiar. As he took in the sight of the wet canine sex he caught Artemis' scent, something his nose could just barely register but a fragrance he suspected would have driven a male beta-canine wild.

For Adam it wasn't the smell drawing him closer, although he didn't mind it. It was the sight of a very eager young female expectantly presenting the most intimate part of her body and the subtle flexing of the canine spade he was spreading open. It was hardly Adam's first time doing this, but it became clear after he put his tongue to the Dobie's sex that a few adjustemtns would be necessary. He'd instinctively given the dark fortnue-cookkie a long lick, one that would have followed the contour of a human female's slit. But Artemis' cunny didn't run lengthwise, and he ended up licking as much fur as he did smooth warm skin. But the whine he'd gotten from her was promising, and the one he got after he pushed his tongue in was, to be blunt, a dead give-away. Pushing his tongue in was definitely getting a reaction from the horny bitch pushing her rump into his face, so Adam was surprised to hear the familiar monotone of her communicator.

"Adam... do you mind..." came the voice, with unusual gaps between the words. It was peculiar, but then again the devices were never tested in a situation like this.

"What is it?"

"I appreciate the effort, but you know I can lick myself back there?" she said, and it took Adam a few moments to get her meaning. Artemis liked to get a lot of exercise and he'd seen her panting plenty of times, letting that long, broad tongue loll from her muzzle. "What I don't have is fingers." she added, giving her stub a few wags until Adam got the gist.

It made sense that the Doberman femme would want the sort of stimulation she couldn't provide for herself. The velvety fortune-cookie she was presenting wasn't something he was familiar with, so he started by just rubbing the tips of his fingers against it, feeling the softness and the heat of the eager Dobie. Knowing Artemis was anything but patient, he slipped the tip of his middle finger in, the dark spade parting and letting his digit sink smoothly into the slick, velvety depths of the horny Dobie. The whine he got from her seemed promising and encouraged him to start pumping the spade, his eyes drawn to the way the snug sex was pulsing around the invading digit. He had no real idea what he was doing so he just prodded around and wriggled his digit within the increasingly slick confines of the canine cunny. Either he was hitting or the right spots or Artemis was just thrilled by the novelty of being fingered. The fingers left outside bunched up around the speared spade, massaging the thick ring of warm flesh as the tip of his finger rooting around inside it encountered a barrier. It was hard for him to think of the snarky, devious Dobie as innocent, but it was hard to argue with physical proof.

"Do you want me to..."

"Yes, but not your finger." came the response, accentuated by a clench of the canine cunny and a wag of the stubby tail.

It was clear what Artemis wanted, and if he was being honest by now he wanted this as much as she did. He'd gone too far now for the species thing to matter - this was a female he had deep feelings for, she was as horny as he was and had just stated quite plainly that she wanted him to he her first. She was wagging so hard he actually had to put a hand on her firm rump to keep her still enough for him to have a hope of getting in. The other held his cock, rack hard by now and obviously not concerned about the species difference.

Even without Artemis' rear swaying from side to side it wasn't easy getting a blunt tip to part the folds of a sex designed to take a tapered one. It was especially hard because the soft muff he was mashing his head against was making his hairs stand on end as it drooled over his tip. When the spade was finally hugging him he didn't waste time and gave a firm push, his eyes glued to the canine cunny wrapping around him like a thick, meaty ring. He had every intention of pausing once he was in, to give the Dobie a chance to adjust to having a male in there for the first time, but even if he'd been dead-set on ramming in the sheer sensation of a canine sex would have stopped him dead.

"Something wrong?" Artemis asked, the digital voice steady even though he could tell by her posture and the suddenly still tail this was as intense for her as it was for him.

"I mean... I knew a canine's body temperature is higher but..."

"I'm hotter than a human girl?" she asked, giving her stub a wag. Adam was about to ask if she'd meant to say 'warmer' but decided not to bother.

"Yeah..." he said, the admission causing the Dobie to push back, enough to make his tip prod against her hymen.

"Now. Do it." came the flat voice, but the set of the Dobie's ears, the arch of he back and the needy whimper made the tone clear.

Getting a good grip on her slender waist, Adam gave a short thrust, plunging through the canine femme's maidenhead and almost all the way into her steamy sex. A yip came from her muzzle to match the groan from his mouth, his eyes almost crossing as the Dobie's body engulfed him. She'd taken him easily enough, but Adam wasn't kidding himself. He was confident in his size but Artemis was a big girl and Dobermans were big dogs. That made him wonder if he'd be enough to fill her, but the canine femininity he'd plunged into felt as a velvet glove wrapped around his shaft. And if her tunnel was giving him a firm caress, the dark spade that he'd pushed himself into was giving him a firm grip.

A look downward showed him the dark ring wrapped around him, flexing and pulsing happily around the cock that had just deflowered it. He was sure that if the Dobie hadn't blown him minutes ago the squeezing of the plump ring would have been enough to set him off. This way he at least had a chance of giving Artemis what she needed. He pulled out slowly, watching the ring stretch and cling to him until there was nothing in the sweltering canine cunny but his tip.

He paused for a moment, lost in the sensation of that powerful spade flexing around his head before diving back in, getting a few more whines from the Doberman femme pushing her rear back against him. The noises were encouraging and soon he found himself pushing in with more force, the firmness of the body he was slamming against reminding him not to let the size of his lover deceive him. This was a body sleeker and tougher than any girl he'd ever been with, and if he was being honest tougher even than his own. On one side he missed the soft parts a human girl would have and the eye-catching ways they would bounce and jiggle during sex, but he couldn't deny the beauty of the Doberman femme's form, the grace and power of the body she'd offered up to him.

He tried going harder, wondering if Artemis would ask him to slow down or (unlikely) to be gentle. But all he got were yips, whines and occasionally a purr-like growl that would roll right down along his spine. Her back was arched now, her rear thrust out to make sure she got everything he had to give her.

"Scruff." came the computerized voice, a sudden and surreal intrusion in the cacophony of whines, grunts and growls.

"Wha... what?"

"Scruff. Now scruff."

Adam definitely wasn't about to grab his phone and fiddle with translations now. Taking a chance he reached out with one hand and grabbed the back of the Dobie gal's neck. The moment she felt him grab a fistful of skin and fur Artemis lost it. She let out a whine so long it might have been just a very high-pitched howl, the already snug grip of her sex becoming so tight that Adam was sure she would have kept him locked if the two of them weren't drenched down there. Adam could feel his chest heaving as he fought to get breath, never slowing down as followed his own instinct. The grip of her was surreal - the softness, the heat, the pulsing motion that did a better job of suckling him than even her muzzle.

He kept a tight grip on her scruff and even laid himself over her, bracing one arm against the mattress as he ground his hips against her rump. When he finally came he heard another growl and it took him a few moments to realize it was coming from him, a strained sound as his body pumped the panting canine under him full of his seed. Artemis was panting now, and given her stamina he couldn't fail to take it as a compliment. Once the coital high began to fade he realized he was breathless, that he'd spent every last ounce of his strength giving Artemis what she'd needed. What we both needed... he corrected himself.

"Stay." came the digital voice, and Adam almost laughed at the notion of a dog hiving a human that command, but still doing what he was told like a good doggie...

*******

Looking at the black and brown streak, Adam had to admire the stamina of the dog who was living up to her name. Surely not even the goddess of the hunt ever had a hound as sleek and graceful as the one even now zipping across the park while her demure counterpart waked alongside him. It was still nippy outside this early in the morning, and the jog to the park had been a pleasant away to get the blood pumping enough to drive away the chill, but for Artemis it was just a warm-up, and she was only now getting some serious exercise. And after their last encounter, Adam couldn't help but look at the sleek body of the canine femme in a new light, and was a lot more aware that that was his lover streaking buck naked through a public park.

"She sure can run..." came a remark from Athena. The girls did their best not to speak when out in public, since the University didn't like the idea of research getting leaked, but there were still barely any people around this early.

"Yeah..." Adam replied, wondering if Athena noticed the way he was looking at Artemis.

"Can't keep a secret though..." the Dalmatian added and for a moment Adam was dumbstruck. Long enough for her to notice. "Come on, let's go somewhere where we can talk..." she said. She took the need for secrecy seriously unlike Artemis who liked to toss out s snarky remark behind someone's back and then savor the confusion of the person as they tried to find the speaker. He followed the spotted female behind a little grove of shrubs which had gone wild and bushy during the wet and relatively warm summer. Cover enough so that they could speak without being seen.

"So when you said Artemis can't keep a secret..."

"Well, not from me at least. Not now that we're a pack..." she said. The computerized voice made innuendo hard, but the canine femme's face had a look that said that she knew something that she strictly speaking shouldn't.

"Yeah she... that is I didn't... we kinda got carried away..."

"Don't feel bad. It's not as rare as you might think..."

"How... how would you know?"

"Boy dogs talk..." she said, murring a little before signing a nine. Close enough, and after one near automatic correction from Adam he get the correct version. "Boy dogs brag..." she explained, and spotted the blush creeping across Adam's cheeks as the implication set in.

"You... uhh, any reason you brought me here in the bushes other than just talking?" he asked, and Athena had to stop her tail from wagging. She was worried she'd have to get drastically unsubtle to get what Artemis got...

"You do know I'm warm?"

"Yeah, I mean you're... oh hang on." he said after she gave the translation a three.

"You do know I'm in heat?"

"N-no?" he asked, and Athena looked surprised before remembering human noses weren't of much use.

"Not that it means much. I'm not a slave to instinct." she pointed out before taking a few steps closer, making a point to let her eyes wander and her nostrils flare. "But it does make me more affectionate." she said, and for a moment almost corrected the communicator. It wasn't quite what she'd meant to say, but it was a nice way of putting it. Adam would get the gist. "I've always been curious about human males... is it true that you don't have a knot?" she said, compensating for the flatness of her voice by rubbing her muzzle against the slight bulge in Adam's pants.

"Athena what are you... this is a public park!" Adam said, but did nothing to shy away.

"Yes, so we will need to be quiet and fast. But it's also a nice morning and this is a beautiful spot..." she said. She'd considered approaching Adam in the privacy of their shared home, but the smells of the near-wild park in spring were invigorating in a very special way, and she couldn't resist having her first taste of a human male in a more sylvan setting. She could tell Adam was on the cusp, worried about getting caught while his body was urging him to accept what was on offer. Figuring she needed to address an unsubtle part of his psyche, Athena turned around and raised her tail, knowing that the sweep of the ropey appendage would draw the male's eyes to her rear. "The more you stall, the more likely we get found out, so..."

Athena had to admit that as seductive lines went it wasn't much, but its effectiveness couldn't be denied. She had to admit she found her soon to be lover's distress endearing - humans were so self-conscious about being seen even partially naked in public, that famed concept of modesty that her kind didn't have to deal with. It was that silly notion that had Adam trying to only pull his shaft out, instead of shedding everything he wore and giving her a good look at him.

"Adam, I appreciate it's chilly and you don't have a fur coat, but my heat is going to make things messy and unless you pull your pants all the way down you'll have a very awkward wet-patch on them..."

She thought it was cute how quickly he followed her advice, obviously transfixed by the sight of her dripping spade. She had believed Artemis when she bragged to her about what she and Adam did, and would have been sure she was making it up if she hadn't been able to smell the evidence. The Dobie had been a virgin and was understandably thrilled by her first taste of mating with something other than her own tongue, but Athena had mated before and it wasn't just a cocktail of curiosity and urges that had her presenting. She'd always found human males attractive, but their courtships seemed too complicated and the taboos against mating outside their species too strong. Living with Adam had stirred more than just attraction, and now that she knew he found bitches attractive she wasn't about to have Artemis to have him to herself.

It took a lot of self-control to keep her tail from wagging when she felt hands on her rump, a loving touch even though Adam was obviously still worried about getting caught. She parted her hindlegs a little, her ears swiveling as one hand left her rump. She'd been half-expecting the careful pokes of a pointed tip when she felt the pressure of something firm yet soft against her spade. Of course Adam wouldn't need to try and poke around back there, he could both see what he was doing and use his hand to help guide his tip in. It only then occurred to her that her now lover would actually be treated to a view of her puffy sex getting speared, something a canine mounting her would miss out on. Both the feel of a male spreading her and the realization that she was on such a display drew a shaky whimper from her, a strangely shy sound for a confident bitch who'd just seduced a male in a public park.

The tip of a human's cock wasn't designed for parting the Y shaped folds of a canine cunny, and she could feel Adam almost slip away from the center of her heat-swollen sex a few times before she began to open up for him. Then again this wasn't Adam's first time with a bitch, whereas she was getting her first taste of a human male. Estrus had made her slick tunnel even more sensitive and she could feel the hard length sliding into her with exquisite clarity. The touch of it was different - not the glass-smooth hardness of a stud dog. The surface felt like the rest of Adam's skin, offering just a hint of resistance as it pushed into her eager body. Strange as it was she could feel herself respond to him, the muscles in her abdomen tensing and clenching up as if her sex was trying to feel up the unusual new mate claiming her.

After the head it was just a smooth, thick length sinking in, although she was surprised at how prominent the veins running along it were - little ridges that pulsed gently in time to Adam's heartbeat. When she felt his crotch mash up against her now speared spade she realized that some part of her had instinctively been expecting a knot. She wasn't sure if she'd miss it, and Artemis had obviously manage dot have a great time with Adam even though he was lacking that particular trait. She had to admit that she loved the sensation of fulness it offered, but after that it left her with the option of carrying her mate's weight on her back, or standing butt-to-butt with him, neither of which seemed like very intimate post-coital positions for her.

And she didn't really need it with Adam, since no amount of knotting would help her have his pups. As he ground himself against her, letting her clenching cunny calm down enough to start thrusting, it occurred to her that a human male can just mount his female, thrust away until they were both done and then the two would just pull apart like nothing had ever happened. Why aren't they having this kind of sex all the time? she wondered even as Adam began to withdraw, imagining the possibilities for quick, passionate rutting without having to worry about someone walking in on you while you were tied together.

As eager as she was to ponder future scenarios, thoughts were getting harder to string together. Adam was taking things slow, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back until he was pressed against her rump. She supposed it was another advantage of being able to see what you were doing, and it thrilled her to imagine Adam gazing down at her sex wrapped firmly around him, watching it cling to his shaft until it was holding only to the head of his cock and then seeing the whole thing dimple as he stuffed himself back in. It would be glistening by now, and even with his stunted nose she was sure he could smell her arousal as her body responded to a male, albeit an unusual one. She savored the sensation of her tunnel clinging to him, the novel and yet familiar scent of an aroused male, and the sensation of her hips being held firmly by those dexterous hands, rather than the grip of forepaws around her waist.

The noises she was making weren't something the communicator dangling from her neck could translate but Adam seemed to understand every whine and whimper. He was picking up speed, although his strokes still seemed deliciously languid to the spotted bitch under him. The male she'd mated with had kept his thrust short and rapid, because he had to worry about slipping out of her, but Adam would pull almost all the way out before smoothly sheathing himself back in, drawing murrs from the Dalmatian's chest every time she felt her twitching spade mash against his crotch.

Athena felt her body making demands of her, insisting she release her hold on her sensibilities and surrender to instinct and desire. She was hesitant to do it, knowing that the glorious spiral into carnal sensations would end too soon, but then again she knew that her choice of location for this tryst limited her time to enjoy it. She kept only enough restraint to keep herself from making too much noises, restricting herself to soft, needy sounds that would serve to spur Adam on. She decided she might have done too good a job doing wit when the hunched male straightened up, hands locked on her hips as he easily hoisted her rear-end up, never faltering in his humps against her. Strangely enough the idea of her mate holding her up had never occurred to Athena, and the reminder of Adam's strength was the trill that served to push her over.

She felt her spade clench up, the soft mound tightening with the intent of keeping a male still inside her while her tunnel milked him of his seed. But there was strictly speaking nothing to grip but a smooth and by now glistening shaft. Athena's ears perked and her eyes went wide as Adam continued to piston in and out of her even though her spade was squeezing him down like a vise. A male canine would have been firmly caught, the tight grip coaxing his knot to swell and stopping him from doing more than tugging and grinding. But Adam had no knot for her sex to grip, so Athena was treated to the sensation of a vigorous humping by a hard, slick cock that now felt twice as thick. She could feel her hindlegs tremble in the empty air while her forepaws were braced against the ground, her claws digging into the soft turf. As satisfying as having her femininity grip a pulsing knot was, it was maddening to feel the most sensitive parts of her sex wrapped in a rictus grip around something that was moving freely, faster and faster until...

Adam's next thrust drew a yelp from her, her still reeling mind registering the wild, faltering nature of her new mate's rhythm. The bulbous tip of her human lover seemed to swell inside her and the next time he drove it in she could feel the rush of hot thick seed, a spurt following each short, sharp thrust into her still quivering spade. After the twitches of her mate's shaft calmed he lowered her gently to the ground before pulling himself from her. Again Athena was struck by the sheer kinkiness of a male breeding his mate and almost casually slipping out before they'd even caught their breath. She spun around and hopped up, landing with her forepaws against Adam's chest. He seemed surprised at first, but when she lifted her muzzle he lowered his lips to hers for a quick kiss.

"And plenty more when we got back home!" she said, the beaming expression on her face compensating for the lackluster tone of her digital voice.

*******

As he knelt on the bed with his hands working busily to draw curious sounds from two eager females, Adam couldn't help but muse on the fact that he was the only one naked, strictly speaking. As they settled into their peculiar new pack lifestyle, the girls had insisted on getting a taste of human courtship. So they'd done the whole thing, from cuddling up on the couch, a romantic candle-light dinner with Adam serving the girls each mouthful, and of course romantic moonlight walks. One of those had taken them by a trendy pet-accessories store where Adam had been dragged in when the girls decided they wanted collars.

Most people wouldn't make much of a distinction between the canine lanyards they wore their communicators on and an actual collar, but the subtlety wasn't lost on Adam. A beta-canine could easily shrub off and put on the lanyards, while a collar had to be buckled on and off by human hands. As such it had a special significance to the sentient dogs and the girls were eager to have him fasten one around each of their necks. Athena had chosen a flashy one bedazzled with swirling patterns of pink and aquamarine, insisting she wanted to add a little color to her look. And the moment Artemis saw a black leather collar with sharp steel spikes she refused to even consider anything else. She'd strutted out of the store wearing it, obviously delighting in the way people cleared a path for her.

"So who's first tonight?" he asked after his hands started to cramp. He was kneeling on the bed with his two female pack mates presenting before him, their chests resting on the mattress and their rears pointed at him to give him a good view while he worked diligently on the canine femininities suckling on his fingers.

"Oooh, pick me, pick me! Pick me or... or else!" Artemis insisted, her ears and stubby tail sticking straight up as she begged in a frantic, gasping tone.

Adam couldn't help but smile both at her eagerness and their triumph. He was kind of kicking himself for not thinking of it before. The computerized voices could mimic moods and tones, but the translators hadn't been able to pick up on those and the canines had been forced to compensate with body-language. But the commands to move the ears, whiskers, eyes and tail in the subtle positions that made up that language all come from the brain anyway. It had been a simple matter to record what posture conveys which emotion, and after that to tell the communicator to interpret those signals to add appropriate tone to the digital voice. Artemis had been the first to weaponize the new technology since she learned that by folding her ears, lowering her head and her stub she could switch the device into a sorrowful pathetic tone. Then she'd say something like "Have I been a good girl, master?" or switch it into a fearful voice and cry out "Please, not another spanking!"

"Fine. I'd rather wait than have her hopping around asking me if I was done yet..." Athena said, letting out a little murr as Adam's fingers slipped from her snug sex.

"Ooooh thank you! Don't worry, I won't last long!" the Dobie said, her wagging tail pitching her voice into an enthusiastic tone. "Adam, lie down!" she commanded.

"I don't suppose you want me to roll over to?" the human asked as he stretched out on his back.

"Nope, this will do..." she said, clambering over him and looking very sinister with her spikes around her neck. Adam was wondering what she had in mind when the Dobie sat down, growling lustily as her leaking spade pressed hard against her human lover's erection. With her forepaws on his chest the Dobie was pinning him down so Adam figured he'd just let her lead the show, figuring he was bound to enjoy it. Artemis slid her rear up and down, either teasing him with the sensation of her fortune-cookie rubbing over his length or possibly smearing her wetness over him. Her patience was gone soon enough, her rear end lifting enough to let his rock-hard cock spring up a little.

With a look of absolute concentration she swiveled her hips and manage to catch Adam's tip against the Y-shaped folds of her sex, the canine flower parting around in a way that suggested some familiarity. Artemis slid down with a whine that ended as a low, rumbling growl and Adam groaned out loud as he was once again engulfed in the velvety heat of a canine muff. After successfully catching him, Artemis just ground her rear against him, savoring this new position. For his part, Adam had to admit that she looked every bit the dominatrix, from the predatory gleam in her eyes, the confidence with which she kept him pinned and finally the S&M collar fastened around her throat. But patience was never her strong point, and soon enough the orange-black rump began to rise and fall, the Dobie's mound clinging to him with every inch that slid out of it.

“Mhh, you like looking up at your bitch?" the Dobie asked, her motion never faltering.

“You know you shouldn't –mpfffh!- call yourself that. You're a nice girl…"

“No, I'm a nice bitch. How do you know 'girl' doesn't offend me?" she asked, the tilt of her ears giving her voice a quizzical tone.

“She's right. To us it just means female dog, which we are. Doesn't a human female like her mate to call her 'my girl'"? Athena asked, and since she was the level-headed of the two Adam was inclined to believe her.

“C'mon, give it a try…" insisted the hellhound humping him.

“You're both my… little bitches…" Adam finally said, trying to at least make the word sound cute.

“Awww!" came the response, in stereo.

"Aren't you going to do anything?" Artemis asked, interrupting Adam's train of thought.

"I though you wanted to be on top?"

"I do, but don't just lay there. C'mon, be alpha!" she said, bouncing eagerly on his lap.

"That... you meant to say that, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah. C'mon, alpha me! Do alpha things!" the Dobie insisted eagerly.

"I don't think that's a real word..."

"So you're just gonna lie back there? Like some sort of horny puppy?" she asked, her tone turning petulant but her rhythm never faltering.

"What's bad about being a puppy?" he asked, and in answer got Artemis' paw pressed against his mouth.

"Puppies do what they're told, alphas do what they want!"

"I hate to encourage her when she gets like this, but she does have a point..." said the normally level-headed Athena sitting next to them and (Adam couldn't help but notice) rubbing her rear against the mattress. "We are a pack and you are the breeding male, so to speak. You are our alpha..."

"...so act like it!" the Dobie riding him insisted.

The smugness of the fierce canine and the challenge actually stirred something in Adam, and if she hadn't been pressing her paw against his mouth the sinister smile might have warned the amorous Dobie what to expect. As it happened she seemed genuinely surprised to find her mate's hands tighten around her hips as they rose and fell, the sick of her ears signaling that she approved but wasn't terribly impressed. The first buck of his hips against the descending canine rump got a yelp from the Dobie, and the next one made her whine like the puppy she'd accused him of being. Satisfied with the change in his behavior, Artemis moved her paw back to his chest, her dull claws making little marks on his skin as the Doberman femme braced herself against his thrusts.

Not one to hold still, she was still moving her hips up and down, lowering them every time Adam bucked up and ensuring that the bedroom rang with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Adam might have been worried he was going too hard, but the feel of the muscular body he was gripping reminded him who this was. Even by the standards of her breed Artemis was a big girl, her lean body covered in a predator's whipcord muscles, a body that could stand up to more punishment than he could dish out.

"This alpha enough?" he grunted, noticing that the dark nipples sticking out against Artemis' orange underside were sticking out like the spikes along her collar.

"Good, but not enough... harder!" she said, the folded ears and wagging stub pitching her voice in an intimate tone that melded strangely with the yips and growls she was actually making.

Adam knew that she was just goading him into giving her what she wanted, but she'd been doing that since she climbed on and he couldn't say he minded. He gripped her hard, feeling unyielding muscle under sleek fur as he pushed himself harder, jackhammering away into her enough to make the mattress creak. The big bad Doberman riding him whimpered as she laid her chest on his, with both her nipples and the spikes along her collar poking into him as he felt the warmth of her both against him and around him. He caught sight of Athena almost humping the bed sheets, but the Dalmatian was patient enough to wait her turn with their 'alpha'. Artemis was responding to either the dominant attitude or the jack-hammer pace of his hips, but either way there was no missing a doggy femme about to cum if you were lucky enough to be in her at the moment. When he felt the hold of her spade become a velvety death-grip he didn't slow or falter, bucking into her with more strength than he realized he had as the canine cunny tried to find a knot to grab hold of.

Instead all it did was pressed the little canine clit hidden in the taut spade firmly against the pistoning length, making the Dobie's tongue slip from her muzzle as her big brown eyes became glazed. He never could last long with one of his girls clenching around him, and as he felt himself let lose Adam gave a buck of his hips every time his cock flexed in its silken prison, driving himself to the hilt and spraying his seed as deep as he could into his mate. After he was done Artemis gave him a parting growl, a rumble he could feel reverberating through him while their chests were pressed against each other.

No sooner had pulled her clingy spade from his shaft then he felt warm breath on his glistening member announcing a tongue to come. His shaft was still half-hard, his body getting used to the fact that with two females to take care of he wasn't done after just one orgasm. He was still sensitive, but Athena was being gentle, carefully bathing the semi-tumescent length knowing that tender love and care would soon get her lover ready for her. And while the Dalmatian could be relied on to be patient, Artemis liked to get involved. That was why Adam wasn't all that surprised to find a tongue licking lower, juggling the sack that had just recently emptied itself in the capricious canine bathing it.

When the girls realize he was looking they seemed to decide to make a show of it, their dark eyes twinkling as each settled on one side and started licking his shaft from bottom to the tip. One of the broad, long tongues running along his length was generally enough to make his tows curl, and two of them at once had him gripping the sheets and clenching his jaw. He was clean soon enough but the two bitches kept worshiping his cock like it was a totem, the silken rasp of tongue on flesh filling the room as they soon got him worked up.

"Are you ready for me?" Athena asked, giving his tip one last flick of her tongue, suggesting she could keep going indefinitely until he was.

"Yeah, you want to climb on too?"

"No, I wanted to try human-style..." she said, and before Adam could wonder if it was a mistranslation she was stretched out on her back next to him. "A human girl lays down like this, right?"

"Uhh, yeah..." he said, taken aback for a moment by the sight of the spotted beauty. She'd managed to lay flat on her back, with her rear legs spread in a very unsubtle display while her forepaws were folded cutely on either side of her chest. His eyes definitely roamed over her spotted body the way they would have even if she was a girl, even stopping to take in the sight of her bust. She didn't have breasts, of course, but the swell of her chest made her figure curve in just the right spot.

Positioning himself behind her Adam guided his shaft to the waiting spade, pretending not to notice the wet patch the Dalmatian had made on the sheets while waiting for her turn. Artemis had been busily cleaning her own freshly bred muff but paused when the Dalmatian whined happily as Adam's tip spread her folds open. He went slowly, smiling as Athena's right leg kicked the air as he fed inch after inch into her sweltering depths, her quivering cunny seeming to draw him deeper into his mate. When he was all the way in he gently laid himself over the spotted bitch, supporting himself on his elbows as he took her 'human-style'. As he started to slowly move his hips against the Dalmatian's rear she pushed her muzzle against his mouth, his lips parting to let the tip of her tongue into his mouth. Both of the females expressed affection with a lick here and there, but Athena was genuinely taken with the idea of deep tongue-kissing and wasn't about to miss out on the advantage of this position.

"You're getting good at this..." he said breathily after their lips parted.

"Am I?" Athena asked demurely.

"Is she?" Artemis asked from beside her, and before either knew what was happening she was bending over and pressing her muzzle to the surprised Dalmatian's. Adam watched with rapt attention as Athena's eyes went from wide-eyed surprise to lidding and finally closing as she kissed the Dobie back, the two making little whimpery noises as their tongues wrestled.

"I guess she is..." the Dobie conceded, parting her muzzle from her pack-mates, padding around the pair to see if the view from behind is more interesting.

Adam moved slowly against the Dalmatian under him, and unlike her pack-sister Athena didn't urge him to act like an alpha. The spotted female was making some very happy noises just lying under her lover and savoring the sensuous mating, the slow slide of a hard, blunt-tipped length spreading her wide and slowly pulling back as Adam rocked back and forth on top of her. Every once in a while she would draw Adam into a kiss, taking advantage of this new position.

The slow pace suited Adam after what Artemis had put him through, a chance to feel the grip of his lover as it clung to his slowly moving shaft and to savor the warm, sleek-furred body under his own. He'd grown to like taking the girls doggy-style, or 'properly' as they insisted on calling it, but getting to look at their faces and the expressions they made as pleasure mounted was a hell of a thing to miss out on. And with her muzzle parted and her ears flopped back against the mattress, Athena looked adorable, at once a cute puppy and an enraptured lover.

His hips were moving steadily faster and he could feel the Dalmatian's hindlegs shaking in the air with every thrust while her forepaws rested against his shoulders. He could feel her nipples as he slid back and forth, hot little nubs tickling against his skin as he mated the spotted femme. He'd gotten so lost in the familiar, sensuous rhythm that he was taken by surprise when he felt the tell-tale pulsing of the sloppy spade wrapped around him. He upped his tempo a little, pushing a little harder when he hilted until he was sure he was lifting Athena's rump off the sheaths every time he slid in deep. The puppy-dog eyes of his lover became unfocused, the chest under his rising and falling as her breathing became labored. Just before she came she almost lunged for his lips, kissing him deeply as her climax washed over her.

One time dam had tried holding still while Athena clenched around him, figuring it might feel more natural for them to have their spade's grip a male and keep him still, but she'd insisted he keep going. Clenching around a hard, swollen knot felt good, but apparently a vigorous humping during orgasm was enough to make a canine girls' heckles rise and her toes curl. So he did as she wanted and kept thrusting, holding still only when he reached his own limit. She was savoring her afterglow by them, and whimpered happily with every surge of his seed into her welcoming body. Once he was done he hooked an arm behind the Dalmatian and spun them both over, leaving the surprised bitch resting on top of him as her cunny still held his softening shaft.

"We don't have to go back to living at the university, right?" asked Athena as her pack-sister curled up next to them.

"Wha... no. I mean it won't even be finished yet, but you can always choose where you want to live. And we can't break up our pack, can we?"

"What makes you think we wouldn't have taken you with us?" asked the Dobie, leaving Adam relatively sure she was kidding.