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Harry woke up, sweating. The damned air conditioner had broken again, and with eighty-degree temperatures every day, his small bedroom got positively stuffy. Even though he'd opted only for a thin, blue sheet, naked underneath, the warmth had woken him up. Eyes blurry, he glanced at the digital clock. 1:30.

That's when he saw it. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he made out an ominous shadow, standing at the foot of his bed. Somebody was in his bedroom!

Was it Adam, playing a trick on him? But no, his next-door neighbor wasn't that tall. Harry's heart raced, staring at the dark silhouette that barely moved. He wanted to call out, but something stopped him.

What had this intruder done with Sally!? There's no way someone could have snuck into his duplex and crept into his bedroom without alerting his beagle. She should be yapping her head off. Inside, his fear twisted, amplified, turning into anger. If this man had hurt Sally...

He'd found the young beagle three weeks ago in an alley near his house, sick and malnourished, and Harry hadn't had the heart to take her to a shelter. Instead, he'd brought her back to his small duplex and cared for her, making sure she ate, and even gotten her her shots. He'd really been taken by the young dog. She seemed extra smart, bringing him slippers. He could almost swear that she would wink at him! He bought a nice, leather collar and two shiny metal tags; one with her name and address, and the other her most recent rabies vaccine.

The dark figure took a step toward the bed, metal clinking against metal. Did he have a knife? Did he know that Harry was awake? Did he...

Woah. As the figure reached the foot of the bed, the bright, green clock cast enough light to show without a doubt that the intruder was a woman. Her silhouette showed that she was wearing some sort of thick sweater, and one of those old russian hats, but the gentle curves of her body were definitely female.

The woman began to climb onto the bed, right where his feet rested against the wooden foot. What the hell? Harry watched, stunned, as the strange woman started to scale his body. He tried to say something, but he was speechless, but his shock was just beginning. Just as he was about to object, she got close enough that the russian hat and sweater came into focus.

This has got to be a dream. There was no clothing. She was naked. The sweater was actually fur, and her Russian hat? Two, floppy dog ears, with a muzzle to match. Suddenly, it all made much more sense. Of course it was a dream. Not only did that explain the dog-headed woman sneaking into his room without waking up Sally, it explained his inability to move or talk, like he was paralyzed. Still, everything felt so real.

Her naked body brushed up against his, the thin sheet doing almost nothing to muffle the sensation. He waited patiently, confident that he was dreaming, until she was almost face to face. Green light reflected off metal around her neck...she was wearing a leather collar, two tags jingling softly as she moved. He could see her face now, looking down at his, just an inch or two away, and he knew that she was Sally.

"What -" he started to say, but she put a white-furred finger to his lips, cutting him off. The gentle pressure against his lips felt so real, one of a myriad of small details he'd never noticed in previous dreams. But this...this had to be a dream, right?

She lowered her body, resting against him as she drew her mouth down to his. Definitely a dream, Harry thought, though her soft whiskers tickled his face, her hot breath washing over his face. What was she doing? Just a dream, he promised himself, blushing as arousal came unbidden. He'd been single for so long, and the feel of her body on top of him was hard to resist. God, this is so wrong! Still, Harry opened his mouth, shivering as Sally slid her wide, wet tongue inside.

Then, they were kissing. She took control, her large, canine tongue overpowering his with wet smacks. Harry slid his arms around her furred back, pulling her closer as Sally's tail wagged rapidly back and forth. A constant, bright jingling echoed throughout the small bedroom.

Oh God, it felt way too good to be a dream. He angled his head, pressing up against her as she french-kissed him. He held her slender body against him, his hardening cock nestling up against the fur of her abdomen, the thin sheet doing nothing.

Seemingly in response to his growing erection, Sally pulled away from him, smiling down at him and winking. Harry's eyes had finally adjusted, and he took careful stock of her. She had two, white-furred breasts, but trailing down her body were the tell-tale pink nubs of her other teats, all the way down her stomach. The white fur gave way to bright, brown fur that covered her face and head, giving way to dark, brown fur along her back. Her smooth, rounded butt was bright, not dark, and he slid his hands around her naked rump, running his fingers through her soft fur.

With one hand, Sally began to pull the sheets off Harry's body, reaching back to tug it the rest of the way off. Aside from her collar, they were both naked. He moaned as she reached down to grab his throbbing cock in one, soft hand. She stroked him gently, and he returned the favor, sliding his hands around her butt, fingers searching until...

Harry found her lightly-furred lips. Her vulva stuck out from the rest of her skin, the triangular folds swollen and bouncing against his gentle touch. He pushed a finger just inside of her, and her spade clenched and squeezed around him as she whimpered. So different from a human woman, but the difference only excited him more.

Putting one hand on Harry's chest, Sally lifted herself up, lowering her hips to his. He watched, speechless, as her spread legs lowered to his cock, gasping as her folds suddenly brushed against his tip. He groaned and opened his mouth, but she shushed the young man with a finger once again. This can't really be happening! It had to be a dream! Dream or not, Harry wanted her, and though his mind screamed "This is wrong!", his body felt otherwise.

The bed frame squeaked and groaned as he pushed upward at the same time she lowered herself down, and then they were together. She was wet and hot, engulfing his smooth cock to the hilt. She held herself there for just a moment, and then they were humping, pumping madly against each other. Sally's tail wagged, her ears flopping and her breasts heaving up and down as she grinded against him. Her tags clinked wildly.

Her mound squeezed, trying to pull Harry deeper, even as he slid in and out of her, moaning. He ran his hands up and down her rows of nipples, making her yip and yelp. How could he last much longer?

Just as Harry was about to lose it, Sally pulled closer to him, kissing him again, and then, trembling together, they came. He dropped his jaw and cried, "Oh, Sally!", shooting load after load into her greedy, clenching vulva. She cut off his cries again, ramming her tongue into the man's mouth as she shuddered violently around him. He knew then that this must not be a dream, but he didn't care. She just felt so good - so right. Harry's hands roamed her body, petting her as they kissed.

She lay next to him in the afterglow, licking his face, and though Harry was even warmer than before, he fell asleep in her arms.

Just beyond Harry's bedroom wall, Adam clutched a pillow around his head. Well, there's a first, Adam thought. Harry finally had a girl over. God they were noisy, though. Adam couldn't sleep a wink, especially with the...strangeness of the sounds through the wall. Harry's bed squeaked, sure, but what was that endless metallic jingle? And who knew that Harry yipped in the throes of passion? And wasn't Sally the name of his new dog?

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Harry woke, alone in his bed, naked. "It was all a dream..." he groaned, strangely disappointed. What a strange dream, but definitely...pleasant. Then he smelled...eggs? Harry got up, his body strangely sore. He lurched downstairs to the kitchen. Sure enough, a frying pan filled with eggs was on the stove, but Harry barely noticed it.

Holding the spatula, a beautiful, naked Sally stood smiling.

Relief washed over Harry, and he walked straight into her warm embrace. She wrapped her warm, furred arms around him, and, though he couldn't see it, she winked.