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Alex's palms were wet, for the second time that day for that matter. She found this curious because she couldn't remember a time in the entirety of her life in which she ever had sweaty palms, yet it had occurred twice in one day. Granted, Alex was used to a number of new things that she had never experienced before in the past year and a half, but none of them seemed seemingly as random as this one. It wasn't something that particularly bothered her, but it was a strange thing, and slightly disgusting.

A white furred hand grabbed Alex's shoulder, rubbing her shoulder softly. "Come on, you have nothing to worry about. They just want to see you, spend some time with you," Ken said in a calm, hushed tone. He wore a black tuxedo, and looked remarkably comfortable in it. It was a very sharp look for Ken. His dark gray fur matched the jacket rather closely, and the white shirt underneath lined up perfectly with his own white fur that extended from his face over the front of his body.

Alex was wearing a dress that day, which was another new thing for her. The red strapless sheath dress was the same dress the other bridesmaids wore, but for Alex the revealing dress was too out of her zone of familiarity to be something she was comfortable wearing. The top was low cut, the bottom was too short, the satin fabric so sheer she was afraid it was transparent, and the bustier she needed to wear to support her 36DD breasts particularly restricting.

She didn't understand the choice in dress for the wedding. It didn't seem like anything that would be appropriate for a wedding, and the need to use an automatic re-knitting fabric to avoid any zippers on the dress made it needlessly expensive, but she felt it better to avoid bringing up anything that might stress out the bride and groom any further. It mattered little in the moment though, as the dress was not the reason for her clammy palms.

"Do we really have to do this?" Alex asked, searching the tables as she passed them for a napkin or towel that she could dry her hands on.

"Yep."

"I'm sure there are plenty of other people here today that they'd rather see."

"Nope." Ken rubbed her shoulder. "Come on, you have nothing to fear from them. You've known them your whole life, they practically raised you. It'll be fine."

Alex whimpered. She knew he was right, but it didn't help. It was times like this that Alex wondered why she had agreed to quit smoking again.

There was a reasonable explanation for her anxiety. Ken was going to introduce Alex to his parents, though it was not a mutual introduction. Alex knew Ken's parents, and while they knew Alex they were not exactly aware of whom she was, they were familiar with Alex. The Alex they knew was a man, a purebred German shepherd. More than that the Alex they knew had was still missing after eighteen months. They didn't know that the man they knew was abducted and used as a test subject for an experiment that changed his body both physically and genetically, or that he was now the woman walking with their son.

Even mentally she was a different person. As the months had passed by things that she had troubles with seemed to click into place rather spontaneously. Walking on hooves no longer seemed like such a foreign task, she became used to how diminished her sense of hearing and sense of smell were, eating meat was no longer a choice of consideration for her new body, but a natural response. Her tastes in movies, TV, books, hobbies, even the way she cooked shifted. The person she was now barely resembled the person she used to be in almost every respect.

Ken had wanted to let his parents know, they had been just as concerned about Alex's disappearance as any of his friends were, but Ken was a man who valued loyalty, and Alex had asked him to not tell them. It wasn't an easy request to make, but she didn't want them to know, not after seeing how Rose reacted. They had always been so nice to Alex. She saw this particular truth being more damaging than a lie, and no less hard to believe. Alex hadn't seen them since the funeral, and at the time she never thought a lie would be a problem, but it was a liability now.

It wasn't too hard to pick out the couple in the crowded dining hall. There weren't many canines at the wedding, even fewer with the same dark gray fur as Ken's, and only one with an excited bouncing woman standing next to them.

"Kenny!" the woman screamed, waving her arms in the air to assure there was no confusion who was calling. She still looked like the easily excitable woman Alex remembered. Not quite short, but a little below average for canines at five foot five with a slender build. Her fur was a sable auburn, her straight almost shoulder length hair the same color as her fur. She was an attractive woman, but with the vibrant icy blue eyes she was beautiful. It was Ken's luck that he inherited them. She had to be in her early fifties, but she still looked to have the energy of someone a fifth her age, and still had a same youthful beauty that she had when they were growing up, even if there were a few more white strands of fur around her muzzle.

Ken bore a striking resemblance to the man standing next to excited women. Their height were with in millimeters of being identical at five foot eleven inches, had the same broad shoulders, same dark head of hair, strong jaw. The only thing that really separated the men at a glance was their fur patterns. The man had mask mask of dark fur around his amber eyes that Ken lacked. He had no hair on his head. Fur yes, but hair was absent, cut down unlike his son who kept his at a shaggy imprecise length. Both of the men were handsome in their own way, but age showed on Ken's father. He was no longer the lean man he used to be, evident by the slight gut and the extra roundness on his muzzle, but she didn't doubt that he was still as strong as he used to be.

Ken's mother and father were both dressed up. Ken's father wore the same black suit and tie he wore to the funeral for Alex's parents. Alex was convinced he had no other formal attire having seen it for every event she could remember in the past twenty years. Ken's mother in a bright cyan cocktail dress that matched her eyes, but what Alex noticed most about the dress was that it wasn't anywhere near as revealing as Alex's own. It was billowy, extended far down to the joints on her digitigrade legs and hid any amount of cleavage. Alex tended to avoid anything in pastels or so frilly, but she would have preferred that dress to the one she was wearing just so she wouldn't be stared at so much.

There was something else that Alex noticed about Ken's parents. They were both staring at her. She wasn't entirely sure why until they walked closer when she noticed they were smiling too. It was a reserved smile, hiding their teeth to avoid looking threatening to inconsideration to anyone who might be prey, such as herself. Their tails both wagged, but both in a different manner. His mother's curled tail wagging rapidly, occasional strands of fur shed from the bushy sickle tail that would be picked up by whatever static collector they had in the hall. His father's tail was sedated, a slow rhythmic pattern that could just simple be mistaken for a motion dictated by the slightest breeze.

Ken gently squeezed Alex's shoulder as they walked closer. She wasn't sure if it was to reassure her, or to keep her from running. It might have been both. She was sure she could probably free herself from the grip if she wanted to, but she was also sure she wouldn't get too far in the crowded room before Ken caught up with her and pulled her back. Alex anxiously swallowed and smiled as convincingly as she could.

Ken's smile was completely genuine. "Mom, dad," Ken said in a confident tone once they arrived at the table his parents were at. "I'd like you to finally meet Lizzie, my girlfriend."

On a whole it, what Ken had said was the truth, one of the few he had told his parents about Alex. Most of what he told them were small-lies or half-truths, stuff that the people who kidnapped her and experimented on her already set into place when they released her: Where she grew up, who her parents were, all fabrication that was starting to seem more and more like reality than fiction to Alex.

The name was something Ken had grown accustomed to calling her Lizzie, while Rose and Seth had both taken to calling her Liz. She knew the name was some cruel joke from the man who had changed her body and name given that it was her adoptive mother's. She no longer minded it as much as she used to, she had even grown a bit used to it as long as no one called her Elizabeth. She wished the man had chosen to let her keep her old name in some form. Alex was generally gender neutral, it could have worked just fine.

The part about being his girlfriend put Alex in some unease. Alex felt strange around Ken, being the only man she had ever had any sexual thoughts about and indeed slept with. However, as uncomfortable as she was being around him after that moment of weakness, she didn't want to avoid him and make Ken feel like he had made a mistake. They talked the following morning about what had happened, and Ken was surprisingly cogent about everything.

A few things changed that day, small things at first. Alex started help paying a small amount of the rent for a share of the bed and some drawers for her clothes. After a week Ken started giving her a ride to and from work, and then Alex started making dinner for Ken just as a thank you for the daily rides. Three and a half weeks after the first time she experienced being in heat she experienced it again, and by then Alex didn't feel as awkward asking Ken to help. They eventually decided after a few months to let Rose and Seth know the truth, and while neither of them seemed surprised they were nonetheless happy for Alex and Ken.

Alex was fine with just being roommates that occasionally--well, at the very least once every other day-- had sex. It was Ken, who hadn't had a relationship that lasted longer than twelve hours since high school, who wanted to make it into something more. Alex had been very happy with the arrangement, up until now. Now she was just afraid that Ken's parents might not be so accepting that the last purebred in their family might date someone out of their species. Rose's family wasn't particularly fond of her dating a canine, and their family wasn't even purebred like Ken's.

Alex wasn't sure if she could overlook being hated by another family, especially when that family had unknowingly helped raise her. She looked at Ken's parents, her hands tightly clasped together in at her waist, hiding both the burn scar on her hand and her sweaty furless palms, even though she knew perfectly well they could smell the sweat on her hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mister and Missus Petrov," Alex said pleasantly with a small bow.

Ken's mother bit her lower lip in what looked like an effort to hold back a squeal of joy. Her husband chuckled at Alex's modesty and nodded. "The pleasure's all ours Miss Greene. Ken's told us a lot about you, all of it good I assure you. I apologize for my wife," he said, indicating a thumb to the giddy woman. "But you have to understand that this is the first time Ken's told us about anyone he's been involved with. First time he's told us a name for that matter."

"Trust me. They weren't anyone you two would have cared for." Ken said dismissively.

Ken's mother's entire body language shifted very suddenly. Her tail stopped swinging very suddenly and took a downward turn, her ears losing their perkiness bowing out to the side a bit, her lips pulling into a frown. It wasn't an act, his mother's emotions tended to swing very wildly, like a child hopped up on too much sugar. She was always a very fun person to be around as a child though, though partially because she had a very childlike enthusiasm for many things. She was a very fun kindergarten teacher because of this though. "I still would have liked to meet them."

Ken scratched behind his ear and lowered his head a little. "Sorry, but at least you're getting to meet Liz, that's gotta say something."

His mother brightened, smiling widely again. "It does." She cocked her head towards the table. "Come on, sit down. No need for us to stand around the entire time."

The table was conveniently empty enough for all four to sit comfortably. Alex sat next to Ken on his right, his parents just on the other side of the round table focused directly on Alex, along with being the general focus of conversation for the next few hours. She found herself becoming more comfortable around them as it became clear that the questions she had anticipated, such as those that required the prepared lies, were not particularly important to Ken's parents.

While Alex herself was getting quite comfortable with the company she couldn't help but notice that Ken was acting slightly strangely after he returned with his father from the open bar with some drinks for the table. He seemed tense, nervous in a way Alex hadn't seen Ken in a long time. His knee was bouncing constantly, his left ear almost constantly twitching, shifting every few seconds as if his chair were particularly uncomfortable. He glanced at her in a way that almost seemed as if he expected her to break out into song and dance the moment a specific phrase was uttered.

"Is something wrong?" Alex quietly asked during a moment in which Ken's parents were busy talking with Seth's.

Ken shook his head, staring down into the glass of bourbon he had been slowly nursing. "No, not really. Just trying to figure something out."

Alex placed her left hand on his knee, inadvertently stopping its bouncing. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ken glanced over at Alex with a certain brightness in his eyes. He placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. "I gotta be honest with you here. There was a reason why I wanted you to meet my parents so much today. A few weeks ago, when we were doing things for this wedding and I saw you in that dress for the first time, I decided to call up my parents and ask them for something. They said they wouldn't give it to me until they met you. They love you by the way, and they gave it to me."

Alex's eyebrows arched upward and she blinked several times in confusion. "Oh... okay. I don't see why I need to know this," she said with a tone of profound confusion to her voice. She couldn't think of much that made sense in this situation, and what she could didn't make sense, not with Ken at least.

Ken's free hand went into his pants pocket and produced a small unfinished wooden box that he held firmly in the palm of his hand. "I wasn't going to ask you this soon but... after the wedding I don't think I want to. I'm not going to do the whole nine yards and make a big show because I know you probably would hate the attention, but I'm still going to ask the same words." He opened the box and pulled Alex's hand from his knee. He placed a small object in the palm of her hand and said, "Lizzie... will you marry me?"

Alex's eyes widened and she looked down into the palm of her hand and saw a silver band. It was a simple ring, without any engravings or diamonds or gemstones of any kind. It would be apparent to anyone who saw the ring that it was old by the tarnished and marked surface. There had to be millions of rings similar to it, but there was something strangely familiar about the ring that Alex couldn't put her finger on.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but it's kind of special. It was my great-grandmother's ring," Ken cautiously said, slightly concerned by the sullen look on Alex's face.

Her hand snapped shut as a reflex, suddenly realizing why it had seemed so familiar. Ken's mother used to wear it every day and had never taken it off before, but she knew it was the real thing and she couldn't believe he had just given it to her. Alex looked at Ken and swallowed. "You really want to get married?" she said haltingly. "I-I mean, I always thought you were the type who never wanted to get tied down like that."

Ken grinned warmly and nodded. "I might not have wanted to get married a few years ago, but people change, you know that. Dealing with this wedding, especially walking down the aisle with you today, has made me realize that there's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you. So... can I get an answer?"

She opened her hand and looked at the ring. The truth was she had never been happier than the time she had spent with Ken over the past few months. It wasn't just that he was her closest friend. She had already been roommates with him during the time she was in culinary school, this was something more. It wasn't easy to accept it at first, but there was no sense in denying it anymore.

Liz closed her hand and nodded. "Yes, I would love to get married to you," she joyously said.

"We're so glad to hear that," Ken's mother said. Liz snapped her head to the side and saw Ken's parents both looking at her with proud smiles on their faces, his mother forgetting the careful hiding of her teeth she had managed before in her excitement. "Are you going to put it on?"

"To be honest, I think it might be better if it stayed with you," Liz said, stretching out the hand and opening up the fist. "My fingers aren't incredibly slender and it would be a shame for something that meant so much to you to have to be cut off at a hospital because I've got big hands."

His mother gently closed Liz's hand and patted the fist. "When Kenny asked us for the ring I had my husband take it to his brother to get it resized for you. As long as Kenny managed to get your ring size right it should fit you perfectly."

Liz's eyes widened and she looked back at Ken quizzically, unable to think of a time where he might be able to find out her ring size. Ken grabbed her hands and turned her towards him and grabbed the ring from her hand. "You're a heavy sleeper," he explained with a sly grin as he slipped the ring on her left finger.

Liz watched as it slid down and rested perfectly just next to her knuckle. She felt a warmth in her chest radiate outward, drawing a smile on her lips. She wrapped her arms around Ken and kissed him on the lips. He returned his fiancée's affection with his grin growing out wider.

The remainder of the night was spent receiving congratulations, including some from Seth and Rose before they left to start their honeymoon, though Liz got the impression that they knew this may happen long ago. Liz, Ken and his parents shared an elevator to get to their own respective hotel rooms. They made plans to spend the following day together before his parents got off on their floor and left the newly engaged couple alone.

Ken's hand slowly worked up Liz's left side and drew her closer as the door closed. He waited until the moment it sealed shut before he pivoted around to her front and they returned to a passionate embrace without the worry of prying eyes. Their lips locked together, muzzles opened slightly and heads tilted to allow their tongues to meet.

He eased her back towards the wall of the elevator until her back hit it. Liz broke the kiss, gasping in surprise by the sudden impact of the wall against her back. Ken quickly rebounded, his mouth moving to her neck. She turned her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to his amorous lips. She quietly moaned as she felt his teeth gently nipping at her neck, his sharp canines carefully pinching her skin then releasing and moving to an untouched area.

Ken always knew how to push her buttons, even the buttons she didn't know she had. It was why she didn't care that his hand was underneath her dress reaching underneath her panties to her pink slit, or that the week before he couldn't get his contraceptive shot. They hadn't had sex since then, and during that time Liz had gone into heat. Thankfully her estrus cycle only lasted the better part of two days, but without his shot she had to endure it or be forced to take one of the hormone regulating samples she had that would cause a violent allergic reaction. Her heat ended just before the bachelorette party, but she still felt horny, nearly horny enough to fuck in a moving elevator.

Ken removed his fingers from Liz's slit and pulled down her panties. They felt effortlessly to the ground, exposing her nether lips to the open air of the elevator. Her stance shifted, spreading her legs apart for whatever Ken had planned next. His hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, resting her pert heart-shaped rear onto the elevator's handrail. He nibbled at her floppy tear-shaped ear before he began to sink down, occasionally pecking her hide as his body moved lower, lingering at her chest.

Liz knew Ken was fond of breasts, as most men are, but it wasn't until they started growing physically closer that she realized just how fond he was of them. There was rarely a time now where he didn't take an opportunity to give her breasts some attention. He liked kissing them, holding them, licking them, even resting his head on them when the opportunity presented itself. She didn't care much for it at first, but she didn't care much for her breasts then either. It was the attention Ken, and Ken alone, gave her breasts that made her feel like any inconvenience she experienced because of them worth it.

His lips tenderly kissed one of her soft orbs, pecking one side of the top of her breast before moving to the other. His lips moved lower, kissing the front of her dress where he knew her nipples to be, not only from familiarity but the slight rise in fabric that indicated the their perkiness. He moved lower, kissing at her belly before he reached the bottom of her dress and pulled up the bottom enough to have unrestricted access to her slit. His knees on the ground, Ken rested her legs on his shoulders.

Liz's hands gripped the bar, watching Ken in equal parts anticipation and shock. "Ken you can't ser-oooh," she began to say, interrupted by the pleasure she experienced from Ken's dexterous tongue pulling back the hood on her clit. Her eyes rolled up as her eyelids fluttered and ears twitched. The tip of his tongue lapped carefully at the small nub, coaxing it out with her growing arousal. Her hooved toes spread as he toyed with her clitoris, stifling her moans as best she could.

She tried to focus her eyes on the lights above the sliding elevator doors. The elevator was slow, but they were almost at their floor. She stretched out a leg and hit the emergency stop switch on the door panel with the tip of a hoof, bringing the elevator to a stop. Her leg came back down and she relaxed slightly, no longer having to worry about the door opening and being surprised.

Ken continued, undisturbed by her efforts to stop the elevator, or that they were even in an elevator. He did not hold back, his tongue now probing deep into her folds and his nose pressed against her clit. The wet flexible muscle pushed into her, the tip rubbing the posterior wall of her tunnel before it snapped up, drew back and repeated once again. His muzzle began to open, his nose no longer rubbing her clit as his maw tried to compass her mound and bury his tongue deeper in her. The sweet nectar of her arousal had nowhere to go, his tongue drinking in every savory drop.

Her hips twitched as she approached her peak. Her muscles were tensing, desiring to buckle against his mouth, her hand begging her to allow it to let go of the bar and push down on his head. She ignored it all to avoid slipping off the bar she was precariously perched on for Ken's safety as much as her own. Louder feminine moans came from her throat with each breath.

Liz pressed a hoof carefully against his back to implore him further. "Almost... just ah...a litt-aaaaah," she cried out, her tunnel clenched around his tongue and her body trembled.

He drew his tongue out and removed his mouth from her mound, focusing his efforts on keeping her from falling as her body grew weaker from the orgasm. He waited for a few moments until he was certain she stopped cumming. He kissed the fur above her mound and ducked down away from her legs, letting her hooves rest on the ground. Her legs wobbled for a moment before Ken wrapped his arms around her and supported her.

Liz smiled lopsidedly and said, "Could have used that before we left for the temple this morning, might have helped me relax a little."

The half-smirked as he licked his chops clean of her juices. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said with a hint of pride to his voice. He had made a similar suggestion earlier that day, but the quick fuck he brought up wasn't met with as much appreciation as this was.

She kissed him on the nose and said, "Don't worry, you'll get yours too, but if it's all the same to you, I'd rather continue in the hotel room instead of spending more time in the elevator."

Ken's lips pulled back into a toothy grin as his tail began to wag. "Let's not waste any more time then," he replied.

Ken helped her quickly rearrange her dress to avoid suspicion if anyone happened to be waiting for the elevator. Before he hit the switch he noticed a red object on the ground. He immediately recognize them as Liz's panties, They were his favorite pair of her panties: a lacy thong that was more risky than any other pair she owned. She had bought them early in their relationship in an effort to appease Ken while he was with shopping with her. She hadn't put them on that day for Ken, but thinking that if the dress was indeed slightly transparent as she had believed that the panties would blend in.

He quickly picked them up and held them in front of Liz. "You probably want these back, don't you?"

She looked at the lacy garment, and smiled to herself. Liz grabbed the panties from his hands and stuffed them into the chest pocket of Ken's jacket, arranging it into a make-shift pocket square. "Not like I'm going to really need them," she remarked and hit the switch on the door.

Ken grinned and placed his hand on her hip, pulling her close to him as the elevator began to move again. He appreciated the show that she was putting on for him by playing loose like this, but his ears caught the quickening pace of her heart that gave away her bluff. It was beating at the same pace it had been during the wedding and on the walk to meet Ken's parents, but he loved her for trying to not show it.

"You know, I've always wondered why you came to me that morning," Ken said, trying to bring up something to distract Liz despite her cavalier attitude. "I wasn't going ask you if you were in heat, and you could have just gone to a hospital."

"If a burned hand didn't get me to go to a hospital what makes you think I would have gone because I was in heat?"

"Fair enough, but then why come to me? I mean, I'm glad you did, we probably wouldn't be here if you didn't, but it's not like you seemed too thrilled about it at the time."

Liz shrugged and admitted, "I wasn't in the best of conditions that day. My hand hurt, I was still very tired, and things I had never thought of before were going through my mind. I didn't know if it would help, but there was an itch, and the only person I could think of to help scratch it was you. I wasn't really ready to do it, but I knew I could trust you, and with your shot I wouldn't have to worry about any surprises."

Liz paused and looked down at her hand. Her heartbeat began to slow down and a smile spread out on her lips. She seemed to smile much more now than she ever used to, something Ken was convinced was just in his head until Rose went all matriarchal on him and gave him an if-you-break-her-heart-I-will-tear-off-your-balls-with-my-teeth talk after Liz and Ken revealed they were together.

"I never thought any of this would happen, but... well, to be perfectly honest, I've never been happier, so thank you," Liz said. She leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek.

"The feeling's mutual," Ken said, pulling her closer to him.

Liz leaned into Ken and stuck her hand in the back pocket of Ken's trousers as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Her heartbeat was steady, but excited, a rhythm Ken recognized. It was a tempo just as telling of her sexual excitement as the scent of her wet sex. There was no hint of anxiety about exposed she was as there had been moments ago, not even as they passed by the otter waiting for the elevator.

Ken waited until he heard the sound of elevator close before he said, "So, I'm not really sure how this is going to pan out. Did you pick up a pack of rubbers when I wasn't looking or something?"

"Well, no, but you really should do that tomorrow if your doctor says he won't be getting in anymore shots for another two weeks. My heat ended yesterday, so we should be safe. I'm yours for the rest of the night, just name it and we'll do it."

Ken's ears perked up and he looked over at Liz curiously. "Really?" he said, his mind already starting to race. His hand drifted down to the base of her bovine tail, his fingers stroking the limp appendage down towards the small tuft of fur at its tip.

A tingle of anticipation rolled up Liz's spine. It wasn't so much that his hand was moving along her tail, but that it was moving down towards the bottom of her dress. Liz considered what she had just said and corrected herself, "No anal, but I'll give whatever else you want a try tonight, to make up for what we didn't get a chance to do this week. I don't want to take any other chances after tonight, okay? You get your shot, or buy some condoms."

Ken nodded, smirking as they came to the door to their hotel room. "Well, I guess I'm going to be picking up some rubbers tomorrow, but we are not going to be sleeping tonight," he said as he slipped the key card into the lock with his free. His other hand drifted away from Liz's tail, squeezing her ass before dipping underneath the bottom of her dress again and between her thighs.

Liz quietly murmured as Ken's fingers probed her pussy and teased her still excited clit. She turned towards Ken and pressed her body against him. Liz's own free hand moved to the zipper on his pants, pulling it down just as the door opened. Ken turned towards Liz and wrapped his free arm around her. They moved inside, closing the door behind them before they quickly let their passions run free. Ken's hands pinched the pressure point on the back of her dress that released the automated intertwining fabrics, quickly moving to uncouple the bustier the moment the dress slipped out between the two of them while Liz worked to unbuckle his pants.

"You probably don't want to do that in front of me," said a voice in the room.

Ken's head snapped towards the direction of the voice. He narrowed his eyes, watching the shadow stand up and walk towards them. His ears fell flat against his head, his eyes widening. "What the f-Liz?" Ken said in disbelief to the German shepherd walk towards them.

"It's been a while Ken," the shepherd said nonchalantly in return. He wore a black suit, with a white button-up shirt and a black tie.

Ken cocked his head to the side, confused by the man's appearance. "How can..." he muttered, then turned his head to Liz.

Her eyes were wide, looking past Ken, shaking slightly. She was terrified. It could have been because she had been caught in a lie, but this wasn't sitting right with Ken for him to believe it was a lie. He turned his head back to Liz, taking a close look at the man that looked like his friend.

Ken moved away from Liz and stood between the two. "Who are you?" Ken said with a low growl.

Alex held up his hands. "Whoa Ken, calm down. It's me Alex, your friend."

"No, you're not my friend. You look like him, even kind of sound like him, but you're not him. You carry yourself wrong, you walk without a limp, you've got none of the scars he had, you talk fucking weird and most of all..." Ken's lips curled up, revealing his sharp canines. "You smell like a fucking bird."

The shepherd sighed and put his hand into his jacket. "You can't get everything perfect on a rush job," the canine said. He pulled a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Ken. Reacting quickly, Ken lunged towards the man. The shepherd pulled the trigger on the gun and Ken fell to the ground.

Liz watched in horror as Ken collapsed, momentum driving his body forward a feet or so onto his side. His eyes blankly stared at her, his body limp. Liz felt to her knees, her jaw slack trembling. The shepherd shot Ken again, and Liz's head snapped up. "Stop it!" she screamed mournfully. "You shot him once already, isn't that enough? You come here, impersonate me to kill me and end up killing him in the process?"

The shepherd scoffed derisively and shook his head as he pointed the gun at Liz. "He's not dead you dumb cow," the man said before he pulled the trigger.

A dart struck Liz's chest, just above her left breast. She slumped forward, her muscles stubbornly refusing to respond, though her mind was still active and the pain from the dart no less vivid. She could only listen to what the man was doing, her eyes only able to look at the ground around her. She heard the man grunt and the sound of something being dragged away. The sound of paw falls soon approached her body and a pair of hands grabbed her body.

"Oof, I don't remember you weighing this much," the shepherd mocked as he picked up Liz and drug her away from the door. The man looked different, and she had only heard the crow speak on one occasion, but even without a beak she recognized him. Each word meticulously planned entire sentences beforehand with a careful rhythm to ensure as near to flawless pronunciation as possible.

They came to the bed and he pulled her up on it, dragging her on her back to the head of the bed. She saw Ken sitting in a chair next to the bed, his jaw limp and eyes watching both Liz and the man who impersonated the person she had once been. The shepherd let go of her body and sat down on the bed next to her.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, let's get down to business," the shepherd said. He paused and pulled the dart from Liz's chest and absently discarded it. He pulled out a small square device from the pocket opposite of the one he pulled the gun from. He pressed the device against her neck and said, "You may want to prepare yourself."

The warning seemed to be a formality, as he pressed a button on the device before he finished the sentence. She heard a hiss and felt a pin-prick on her neck. Her eyes snapped shut as the drugs quickly began to take effect, her head throbbing and fire coursing through her veins only to pool in her abdomen like a pit of magma. Liz wished she could move, if only to cry out in pain from the white hot fire in her stomach.

"I'm afraid that pain won't fade for quite some time my little toy, about a month in fact," the shepherd said as he stowed his jet injector. "It'll get progressive worse over time and at a certain point you'll probably be willing to do just about anything to end it. Of course, ending the pain now wouldn't be much different than it would any other time you've been in heat."

Liz's eyes snapped open, focusing on the stolen eyes that stared back at her. She had just finished her estrus, and he had done all of this not only to start it again, but make it longer and painful? The potential of why he did it should have scared her, but her mind was growing muddled and weakened by the pain and hormones.

The shepherd nodded and said, "Oh yes, you're in heat, that's what the drug's for after all. I'm here because I want to see the fruits of my first great creation bear fruit, or in this case, calves. I think I've been patient up to this point. I've given you well over a year, yet time and time again, nothing. I even took the shot your..." He noticed the ring on her hand and shrugged. "Fiancé's shot got out of the equation, but still, nothing. So I've come to take matters into my own hands.

"Now, you can attempt to endure it, which would be very commendable, albeit unlikely. The more likely scenario would be to simply give in. I don't doubt Mister Petrov would be able to find another doctor who could supply his shot, but you might find it wouldn't be as effective anymore. So you would either need him to remain virile, or find another suitable mate, which brings me to my offer."

He leaned in closer until his body pressed against hers, his weight pushing against her sternum, driving the air out of her lungs and forcing her to breathe in. The man stank, as though he had run several miles, slaughtered someone and bathed in their blood, then rolled around in dirt just as a final coat. The smell was disgusting, but it made her head swim and the ache in her gut grow stronger. Despite everything, the disgust she felt for the man that had tortured her, what she felt for Ken, that she would be essentially fucked by herself, she lusted for him.

"My offer is simple, to fuck you myself," he whispered into Liz's ear, though he knew full well Ken could hear the hushed words. "You have my... well, your own baby, and come back with me. As long as you cooperate and don't do anything foolish, I will make sure you're well taken care of for the entire duration and long after that. You'll want for nothing, and in the process I can make you feel good. I made your body, I know your every weakness, I could have you lowing like a quadruped."

Liz inhaled sharply and her eyes widened as she felt the gentle tickle of coarse fur and rough pads slide over her nether lips. Her pleading eyes looked for some kindness, a hope that the distress in her eyes might convince him to stop. The shepherd's lower jaw swung to the left, his lips curling up in a twisted smirk as he buried his index and middle finger inside her slit. Her eyes snapped shut, shakily releasing the last breath she took in as his fingers sunk in deep.

His fingers began to massage the roof of her tunnel. Slow strokes kneading her tender flesh, occasionally spreading his fingers and stretching her passage open slightly as the digits toyed with her. She tried ignoring the sensual touch, but her body was too sensitive and her will was already weakened by the fire in her gut to ignore the ministrations. The pleasure eased the pain, but it clouded what little shred of her mind that she had managed to protect.

"You like that, don't you?" the shepherd said in a bemused tone, the volume of his voice loud enough to suggest that he only said it to antagonize Ken further. The shepherd pressed his thumb against Liz's swollen clit, making her muscles involuntarily contract. The shepherd grinned at her reaction and began rubbing the sensitive nub in a slow circle as his fingers continued to move in and out of her slit. Her breathing grew short and heavy, her eyelids fluttering lightly as her senses became overwhelmed by pleasure. Some vague remnant of her consciousness told her to resist, but the she didn't have the strength to ignore the pleasure as she felt the peak quickly approaching.

The shepherd seemed to be perfectly aware of Liz's approaching orgasm and doubled his efforts. The tempo of his fingers pressed hard along the walls of her soaking cunt. His thumb no longer rubbed her swollen clit in gentle strokes, but instead pressed hard against the collection of nerves. The pain that had been masked before was returning with the harshness of the fingers that fucked her snatch, but it didn't stop her from getting closer to her orgasm.

"You really are getting off on this, aren't you?" the shepherd mocked. "You're close to cumming too, aren't you? I can just..." His fingers pushed up against her inner walls, spending spasms along the sensitive tissue. "feel it. You don't have to be afraid, go ahead, cum, enjoy yourself."

Liz didn't have much of a choice on the matter, she was going to cum whether she wanted to or not. The pressure continued to mount as his fingers rubbed and stroked her pussy, though the swelling at the top of her mound was growing sore and numb. Her breasts rose and fell with a growing alacrity as she took brief huffs of air. Her breathing stopped suddenly, her walls clenching around the intruding fingers. She moaned weakly and a shower of her feminine fluids covered the shepherd's hand.

"There, isn't that better? You've forgotten all about the pain, haven't you?" the shepherd asked, whispering into her ear. "You just need to ask and I can end it completely for you. I've even gone through the trouble of taking that little toy you used to call a penis and made it bigger, even more than your fiancé. Just two words and you get a nice, thick, canine cock to end that bothersome pain."

She had little willpower left to resist him as her ability to move returned. The pain in her womb, though eased, still throbbed with an intensity that begged to be sated. She tried to maintain some focus, but the pleasure from the teasing digits and the disgusting, yet frustratingly enticing, musk drained it away constantly. It was difficult to keep herself from moaning, and the man's fingers felt so similar to Ken's that, unless something reminded her, she believed it was Ken's fingers that were inside her.

The shepherd growled. "My patience is wearing thin and the extra dose of the neuromuscular blocker I gave your fiancé will begin to wear off soon Miss Greene," he said. The man shifted and removed pulled his fingers from her slit.

Liz's breathing slowed and heart rate slowed; relieved to be left alone for a moment, even if the pain returned because of it. Her eyes snapped open as she heard the sound of a zipper. She looked down, her eyes straining to see what fate would befall her now. The angle was not favorable, but still she saw it, the monster that the man rested against her lips. Easily a foot long with a girth similar to that of a robust forearm.

"Not the member you remember, is it? You just have to ask and I'll give it to you, fill your every crevice with this pillar," the shepherd said mockingly, his hand gripping the shaft and rubbing its broad length against her lips.

Her eyes snapped shut again, trying to temper the sensation of the hot flesh against her slick vulva. She whimpered as hot droplets of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft and landed on her fur. She felt him shift over her, the length pushing harder against her as his muzzle came next to her ear.

The shepherd moved his hips forward, grinding the length against her sex hard against her sex. His hand seized her tits and squeezed them harshly. "Don't you want these beautiful breasts will fill with milk for your little babies, and your wide hips will finally be put to the use they were made for? So either you speak, and give me an answer or..." He let go of her breasts, grabbing his shaft and angling the head against her sensitive folds. "I make your decision for you. Now, which will it be?"

Liz's jaw trembled, her lips twitching desperately to form any sort of coherent response, but her vocal chords were not as willing to cooperate.

"I gave you a chance," the shepherd said and began to push the head into her

"P-p-p-please no," she weakly squeaked.

The man's ears perked and he stopped. "I heard please," he said cloyingly. "Do you want it?

Liz squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips together. "N-n-noo. Duh-duh-don't," she stammered.

His attitude shifted, his upper lip twitching. "I'm not going to give you another chance. Your fiancé might just let you suffer. I won't, I'll compensate you, even make you the way you used to be, all you-"

"Fuck you, I said no," she spat with as much venom as she could muster.

The shepherd's upper lip lifted, showing his teeth just before he stood from the bed. "Very well. You've made your decision, and I shall honor that," he said with scorn, tucking away the erection back into his pants.

The shepherd walked over to Ken, exchanging glances that might normally precede a fight between two alpha males. The shepherd drew the jet injector from his coat, discarding the previous empty vial and locking in a new one filled with a completely clear fluid.

"Mister Petrov, this is for you. It's going to allow you to move freely much quick than you would be able to normally, but I am only going to give you one warning. If you choose to follow me or try to find me I will take action against you, Miss Greene, the newlywed Mister and Missus Silus, and your parents for good measure. If you choose to take this act of kindness for what it is, I will leave all of you alone for the remainder of your pitiful lives, is that understood?"

Ken blinked, his eyes losing all of their fury and looking down in a sign of submission.

"Good," the shepherd said, giving Ken the shot and quickly pocketing the device again.

He walked towards the door with a stiff alacrity that showed his anger. He paused at the door for a moment, his breathing slowing down. His head turned to his right shoulder.

"Miss Greene. Despite my displeasure of the outcome I do find it necessary to compensate you. To that extent, you will find that you have a fairly sizeable inheritance coming your way from a deceased relative. It not what you would have received had you taken my offer, but it should ease any financial burdens you might have for quite some time. I recommend that you don't let where it came from affect your decision to use it," he added before he grabbed the door handle and left the room.

Ken kept his eyes and ears focused on the door as the man left, watching the door as it clicked shut. He prepared to make use of his returning capability to move in case the man decided to return. The focus only remained for a few moments, drifting as his ears caught a sound. He ignored it at first, thinking his mind was just playing tricks on him, but he heard it again. He turned his head towards the bed, his ears slowly falling back against his head when he realized what the noise was.

Ken pressed his hands against the armrest and pushed himself up from the chair. He rose quickly onto his legs, finding he had no trouble standing on them despite not being able to moments ago. He cautiously edge towards the bed, watching Liz's face as he moved closer. She took labored breaths between sobs, a thin trail of tears trickling from her closed eyes, staining her brown fur. It was the first time Ken had seen her cry, he sincerely wished it had stayed that way.

Ken reached down into his pants and shifted his erection before he zipped up them up. Her pheromones were so much more potent than they ever had been before, sat on the bed next to Liz and placed his hand on her leg. Her eyes clenched tighter and she shook her head. Liz sobbed mournfully, "Please no. I... I said I didn't want you to fuh-fuck me, and I meant it. Just leave me alone."

Ken ignored her word and closed Liz's legs before he laid down next to her and pulled her into his arms. Ken hushed her and gently stroked her back. "It's alright, he's gone, you have nothing to worry about," he said in the same soft tone he used when she woke up from one of her nightmares.

Liz let out a shuddering sigh of relief and pressed her chin against Ken's shoulder. "Oh gods Ken, I'm so sorry," she cried.

"I don't want to hear that, you have nothing you need to apologize for," he said very calmly.

"I do, this is all my fault. If it weren't for me he... he wouldn't have come here and done any of this. You wouldn't have been shot, and he wouldn't have threatened everyone I care about. And what's worse is... is that I cah-came when he was toying with me like that. I betrayed you. I put you in harm's way. You can take bah-back the ring, I wouldn't blame you for changing your mi-"

Ken hushed her again and stroked the back of her head with his right hand. "I'm not going to do that, because you have nothing to apologize for. This isn't any more your fault than what he did to you the first time is, and I'm certainly not mad at you for being violated. You have nothing to worry about. Now we're just going to lay here, you just take your time to try and get whatever you need to get out of your system, okay?"

Liz's arms twitched as they slowly wrapped around Ken's body. "Thu-thank you," she said, holding herself close to Ken.

Neither of them said much for the next few minutes, choosing to simply lie together. Ken tried comforting Liz, but she wasn't able to relax as he had hoped she might. The pain she was in kept her tense, constantly struggling with urge to do what the drug and hormones were begging her to do. Ken wanted to help her, but he couldn't think of any long term solutions that he could guarantee would safely work, except for the one. It was the same conclusion they were both trying to avoid thinking of with no success.

Ken tried distracting himself by keeping his mind active, but it was easier said than done with Liz's naked body in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and bury his cock deep inside her, to ravage her, stop her pain, to start a family, but he was determined to ignore it with every fiber of his being. It took so much of his focus to keep his instincts in check that he hadn't noticed she had stopped crying until he felt her lips peck his cheek.

"Thank you," Liz said softly, though her voice pained and cracking slightly. "I can't tell you how much this helps."

Ken smiled unevenly and asked, "So you're feeling better?"

"No, it fee-feels like I have a hot iron jammed inside of me, but... I think I'm a little more emotionally sound now. No mo... no more tears, or sniffling all over you anymore."

Ken rubbed his muzzle against the side of hers and said, "You can cry all you want if it makes you feel better. Can you think of anything you want me to do to try and help you?"

Liz squeezed her arms tightly around Ken's chest and nuzzled Ken back. "If I'm going to be spending the rest of the month alone then this is enough."

Ken's ears perked up and he turned his head. "So... you're going to just going to suffer through this?"

"It's not like I really have any other choice. I can't go to a hospital, noh...not without telling them some ridiculous lie, and even theh-then they'd just give me something that doesn't wo-work and makes my throat swell shut. I don't like it either, but if this is... is what I have to do then so be it."

"What about having a baby?" he said, trying to sound as calm as he could despite the turbulence in his gut.

Liz pushed herself away from Ken. "W-w-w-what?" she sputtered in disbelief.

"We could have a baby. Start a family so you wouldn't have to suffer through this alone."

Liz's eyes widened as her jaw trembled and heart raced. She resisted the urge to cry and said with a wavering voice, "I want to Ken, I really do, but please, b-be honest... are you just saying this because I-I'm in pain, or do... do you really want to have children?"

Ken smiled warmly and said, "I do. I don't want you to have to suffer, but I do want children."

"But... but what about your shots?"

"The shots were convenient. I didn't have to worry about some woman I barely knew telling me she was pregnant because a condom leaked, and I wasn't going to get a vasectomy. I know this might be a bit early, but we are engaged and I have no problem starting our family a little early if it helps you through this. It's your choice though, we don't have to do it, I just want you to know you have that option."

Liz's ears twitched as they grew flush with blood. For the second time that day Ken had surprised her by saying something she never thought she would hear from him. Liz had her misgivings about having children, of which giving birth she found particularly troubling, but her mind was finally in agreement with her body.

A reserved lips spread across Liz's lips and she made a very slight nod. "Let's do it then," she said without any indication of pain in her voice. "Let's have a baby."

Ken hid his grin and said, "Really? Are you-"

Liz took advantage of his puckered lips and kissed him. Their lips locked for a few moments before she broke the kiss and said, "Shut up and fuck me, would ya?"

"Gladly," Ken said, his wolfish grin breaking through. Their lips tenderly met again, carefully breaking and rejoining, lingering a little more each time. Ken's hands quickly undid his stifling bow-tie and tossed it aside before bringing his hands to her body, gently stroking her thigh.

Their muzzles opened and locked with each other, tongues meeting together as Liz's hands worked with a surprisingly practiced dexterity to undo his pants. A tingle of electricity flowed through her body as her fingertips felt Ken's sheath and the base of his hard cock. She had tried to ignore it, the thick shaft that ever so subtly pressed against her as they lay together in the bed, but she had no need for self-control anymore, hers or Ken's, and Ken had already given in.

He pushed his elbow into the bed and shifted his weight, rolling Liz on her back and positioning himself above her. His hands quickly pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to unburden his shaft. He had no intention of fully stripping, it would take too long and he had no intention of making his mate wait any longer. Liz spread her legs and wrapped her arms around Ken's chest as he aligned the tip with her dripping wet sex.

Ken slowly eased his hips forward, parting her nether lips and entering her awaiting tunnel. Liz swooned softly as he entered her, her back arcing up slightly from the pleasure that didn't come with disgust or guilt. She was so sensitive it was almost overwhelming. She felt every inch in vivid detail as it sank in with a clarity that made her other senses seem dim in comparison. This magnified sense of touch made simply being entered enough to nearly bring her to the point of an orgasm, and made her lover's rod feel so much bigger than she knew it was.

His hips came to a stop, his pelvis pressed firmly against her crotch, hilted so deeply his sheath pushed past her plump vulva. They were still for a moment, only their tongues still active as they met between their opened, interlocking muzzles. In that moment she felt the fire inside her gently ease its intensity. The pain was still there, but it was cooled just the slightest bit as his pre-cum slowly dripped inside her. They couldn't be much more than small droplets forming at the tip of his cock, but the tiny deposits were the first real relief she had experienced since the drug started coursing through her veins.

His hips pulled away, slowly drawing his shaft out of her. The ache began to renew itself as his cock pulled out and the emptiness inside her grew hotter, but before it could grow unbearable his hips rocked forward again. His hips didn't pause the second time as he pulled back. Ken's lips broke away from the kiss, leaving Liz's mouth dangling open just before Ken's length plunged back in with a swift stroke.

Liz's jaw trembled as a shaky moan rose from her throat and her body was rocked back against the bed. Her fingernails dug into Ken's coat and inner walls began to quiver, then spasm around his length. A splash of her feminine juices coated his cock as she came hard. Ken's hips bucked against her ass with a grunt, taken by surprise of her sudden and powerful orgasm. Her moan cut off with an intoxicated whimper as the sudden buck drove his shaft a little deeper.

Ken inhaled a lungful of air as he drew out from her trembling silken folds, thrusting in stronger and quicker than the last. He continued through, a steadily growing rhythm that rocked her body and made her breasts bounce. She pushed head back against her bed, her eyelids shut tightly and muzzle opened wide as she moaned headily for each of his powerful thrusts.

Her muscles felt like gelatin, leaving her with the option of continue to keep her arms wrapped around Ken, or do something more proactive. She chose the latter, her arms falling down to the bed to allow her the strength to rock her hips and meet his thrusts. She had never been a squirter before, but her ass and thighs were covered by the generous nectar that came with her frequent orgasms. With every thrust Ken's nearly golf ball sized testicles struck her soft round behind with a wet slap that was more audible to Ken than it was to Liz, though neither of them took notice to the noise.

The sound of Ken's grunting and the rumble of a growl in his throat was all she could hear. On occasion she found it humorous, particularly when he barked, but her mind was so thoroughly soaked in hormones and the smell of his musk that her thoughts were more vague ideas about how glad she was going to spend her life with such a nice, strong alpha male to raise some pups with.

Ken was, likewise, listening to Liz, in particular her moans which had just recently taken a new, baser quality he had never heard her make. It sounded like she was _moo_ing, though no one would make the mistake of believing it came from anyone with more than two legs. The sounds were no less wanton than they had been, but her puckered lips made the distinctive sound of a lustful low. His thrusts interrupted the sound, forcing her to take a breath of air before another lowing moan came forth. Ken found the sound enticing, and it encouraged him further, entirely like a steak being held in front of a hungry dog.

Ken's paws trailed down the back of her body, stopping only when they reached her hips. He leaned back, sitting up straight as his paws seized her hips tightly and drove his length harder and deeper into her snatch. Liz moaned louder, her fingernails digging into the bed sheets to avoid being pushed away because of his violent thrusts. She felt the pointed tip of his cock tender kissing at her cervix. His pre-cum painted a thin layer of coolness over the burning opening, the muscle dilating in anticipation.

Liz's eyes opened when she felt it, the swelling at the base of his cock causing a brief pause in his thrust as it popped passed her lips. Her hands snapped to Ken's forearms and her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs. They had never tied after their first time together, but it was the only time they didn't need a repeat performance to trick her heat. She did not know if it was necessary, but she wanted his knot so badly, even if it meant her snatch were sore and she was walking bowlegged for the next todays to ensure not a drop of his seed was lost.

"Duh-dooo it. Tuh-tie with me!" Liz moaned feverishly.

Her encouragement was unnecessary, his mind made up on the matter a long time ago, though the decision was not entirely conscious. Ken's growling grew deep and guttural, his upper lip twitching as his thrusts became briefer. The knot spread her lips apart wider as it swelled and pushed past her lips. Liz spread her legs wider to accommodate the bulbous girth before it grew too large. Ken's hips drew away, his shaft nearly slipping free from her slit were it not for the tight grip her tunnel had on it. With one swift and final movement he drove his hips forward.

Liz opened her mouth wide as his knot pushed past her lips, stretching her opening before it closed around the base of his shaft. No moan came from her mouth, just the hiss of air escaping her lungs as an intense and powerful orgasm gripped her body from the violent introduction of his knot. Her pussy pulsated around his cock with a growing intensity as the gland doubled to its final size. Ken's hips continued to buck as his balls tightened, firmly wedging the head of his cock deeper into the pliable opening of her uterus.

Liz's body jumped as she felt the first shot of his cum fly from his urethra. It struck the back of her womb with an incredible strength, painting the wall white shortly before another layer hit the very same spot with its contributions. Her inner walls twitched, milking his pent up balls for every drop of the ivory seed her body yearned for. Wave after wave of his warm white cream filled her womb until it became full and took the purchase it found at her cervix.

Her mouth and eyes closed as her body relaxed. Her breathing was calm, but she took heavy breaths through her nostrils. She felt Ken's presence ease forward, his arms wrapping around her body as he panted heavily. A smile formed on Liz's lips and she wrapped her arms around him in return.

She nuzzled his cheek and said, "That was wonderful Kenny."

Ken pulled his tongue back into his mouth and nuzzled her back. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, then paused. He pushed himself up to look at her more directly and asked with restrained excitement, "How are you feeling?"

Liz opened her eyes. "Well, I can't feel my tail, and my hooves are asleep, but beyond that I feel wonderful."

Ken's ears perked up, his tail slowly swishing from one side to the other. "No pain?"

A coy smirk formed on her lips and she nodded slightly. "None at all, but I think you've changed my mind on tying."

Ken began to smile, his tail swinging a little quicker. "So... we're going to be parents?" he said reservedly.

"I guess so, but... can we wait a few weeks before we start telling people we're expecting? It's no secret why I didn't go to Rose's bachelorette party yesterday, and I'd rather enjoy people not thinking you only asked to marry me because you knocked me up while I can."

His smile grew widely and he nodded. "Okay, we'll start telling people when you're ready, but we should do that before people start wondering why we're looking for a new place to live."

Liz giggled again and said, "I can work with that." She sighed pleasantly and wiggled her hips. "So, I'm still all yours for the night. What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure I have much more in me tonight. You've drained me so dry my balls hurt."

Liz smirked slyly, running her fingers slowly from her neck down to her cleavage. "You want me to massage them for you?" she said in a seductive tone.

Ken chuckled. "Can I get a rain check?"

She closed her eyes and nodded. "Sure thing, but if it's not too much to ask..." She paused, her hand trailing down her body to their joined sexes. Her palm rested on her abdomen, her fingers carefully tracing at her opening, feeling the bulge of the gland. "Just leave it in as long as you can. It really does feel wonderful."

"Whatever you want babe, but maybe it would be better if I lied down next to you so I'm not looming over you all night," he softly suggested, recognizing a little fatigue in her eyes.

"That sounds like a good idea."

Ken carefully shifted his position, trying not to pull too much at his knot as he laid down on the bed next to her.

They said nothing more after that. Liz drew herself close to Ken and cuddled her mate. Her eyelids began to grow heavy before long, even as she tried to stave off her exhaustion to enjoy the feeling of lying with him a little longer. Ken listened closely to her breathing and the rhythm of her heart as she drifted off to sleep. He didn't stay up much longer after that, though before he fell asleep himself he heard a familiar murmur: a quiet and peaceful mooing.