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The early morning light streamed in through the bedroom window, falling on the golden retriever's face. He stirred, and moaned in pain as his hangover hit him like a hammer between the eyes. Blinking through the haze, he stretched, only to be surprised when his leg nudged a fluffy appendage. He threw back the covers, revealing a curled black and white tail against his thigh. His eyes followed that tail to a shapely, black-furred back, and then to the cute face of a husky girl.

Who is she and why is she in my bed? He thought back to the previous night. He remembered the bar, and ordering some good, strong drinks, and talking to friends, and dancing with someone. Dancing - that was it. A group of rowdy girls had come to the bar, and the husky was among them. They looked to be around college age, only barely old enough to drink. They were all loudly laughing and chatting. Normally he would have found a group like that annoying, but the husky caught his eye, and he went to talk to her. Somehow he convinced her to dance. Or had she convinced him? Either way, they both danced and drank the night away. After that, everything was a blank. He wasn't sure what happened, but it looked like he at least got lucky.

The young husky suddenly woke, scrambling upright in panicked disorientation. She locked eyes with the retriever, ears pinned back against her head. They stared at each other for several tense moments until she got her bearings and calmed down. "Oh, you're that guy from the bar," she sighed. "Where are we?"

"This is my apartment." He scratched one floppy ear in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, miss; I really don't remember your name."

"I'm Synge. You're, um, Colin. Right?"

"It's Connor, actually."

"Sorry. Things are kind of hazy right now."

"That's alright. I barely even remember what happened last night."

"That's too bad. I remember enough to know that we had fun."

His ears perked in curiosity. "So what did we do?"

Synge gave him a playful smirk. "What didn't we do?"

"Wow." The retriever grinned, but his expression quickly became more serious. "Did we at least, uh, use protection?"

The husky thought for a moment, and then her ears flattened sheepishly. "I don't think we did."

"Crap."

They sat in uncomfortable silence as they let the realization sink in. Connor wasn't sure he'd ever forgotten to use a condom before. They must have been even more drunk than he thought. He felt like he should say or do something, but he wasn't sure what would be appropriate, considering that they barely knew each other.

Despite the fear of the potential consequences looming over him, he found himself wishing that he could at least remember what they had done. He tried to imagine it. What was the foreplay like? What positions had they tried? Had he impressed her with his performance? Finally, he decided it wouldn't hurt to at least ask. "Hey, about last night - was it good?"

"Yeah, it was pretty good, I think."

"So... would you mind telling me what you remember?"

"Why? So you can have something to think about while masturbating later?"

"Maybe."

Synge laughed at him. "Well, as long as you're honest about your motives. Let me think. I don't really remember leaving the bar, or how we got here, but I remember pulling you into this room. Most of our clothing was already off, and you pushed me against the wall as we made out." The husky's tail wagged with the heated memory, and she paused to take a breath.

Connor's tail wagged too. He was already getting excited, just by observing the naked husky and imagining everything they might have done the previous night. She had soft black and white fur, decently large breasts, and a shapely figure, and he wouldn't mind having another chance to feel her curves. With his increasingly dirty thoughts, the tip of his member began to peek out of its sheath, which did not go unnoticed by Synge.

She shuffled closer to him and dragged her fingers along the edge of his sheath in a sultry caress, coaxing more of his red length out of hiding. "Oh, I remember that little guy. I thought it was so cute when I pulled down your boxers."

"It's not little," the retriever complained, blushing.

"Still, it's not exactly the biggest I've ever seen, either," she giggled. "Though I suppose it's nice enough. It was certainly tasty." At that, she bent down and gave his shaft a lick. It sprang to life, growing harder and twitching eagerly as it drooled pre-cum. She lapped at the salty fluid, teasing his head and gripping his base. She pumped her padded hand along his length as she continued to lick and nuzzle him, until she took his entire shaft within her muzzle.

Connor groaned as she sucked him. The husky clearly had experience, and she put it to good use, twirling her long, broad tongue around him, working him to the edge of release, and then backing off at just the right time. The retriever clenched his eyes shut and whimpered with excitement. Gripping the sheets, he began bucking his hips into her muzzle, preparing to spend his load. But before he could finish, Synge pulled away with a loud slurp. She looked up at Connor, licking her lips. "That's pretty much the same reaction you had last night."

A soft whine escaped his throat, disappointed at his denial. Anxiously, he pushed her to continue the story. "What happened after the blow job?"

"You threw me onto the bed, and I just laid there like this, waiting for you." She was on her back, legs spread invitingly, tail thumping back and forth between her thighs. Her slit glistened with her arousal. "Then you climbed over me."

"Like this?" He found himself on top of her, staring down at her face. Her eyes were so strange, one blue and one gold, and so much brighter than his dull brown. They sparkled with playful mischief, and he found them entrancing.

"Yeah, like that." Her breathing was a little heavier now. Arousal dripped from every word she spoke, as she dragged a hand through the shaggy yellow fur on his chest. "I think you can guess what happened next."

Connor kissed her as his shaft parted her lower lips. Her slickness welcomed him, letting him easily slide into her silky passage, and he took her enthusiastically, each thrust quick and powerful. He soon discovered that Synge was a vocal lover; many of his thrusts were met with happy yips or barks. She was also playful. She squeezed his ass and pulled his tail, and especially enjoyed nipping at the ends of his floppy ears. He countered by nipping her neck and playing with her white-furred breasts, and made a game of licking her face and body along the lines where her coat transitioned from white to black.

His knot was growing, and it gradually became more difficult to pull out. He began to thrust deeper, with the intent to tie with her and finish soon, but she pushed him away.

"What's wrong?"

"You're not allowed to finish yet. Did you think missionary was the only position we tried?" The husky rolled over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her pert rump at him, tail held high. Connor admired the view, running a finger along her soaked lips to tease her, and decided to give her something in return for the earlier blow job. He licked up the juices around her slit, and then pressed deeper. She yipped in surprise as his tongue passed over her, but happily pushed back against his muzzle. The retriever swirled his tongue around the inside of her passage, withdrew to lap at her clit, and then poked inside her again, repeating until he heard her give a shuddering cry.

He pulled back, licking his lips, and moved into position behind her. Then he seized her hips and plunged his shaft into her depths once more. They rutted like wild animals, rough and hard, growling and whining in primal need. Waves of pleasure lanced through them each time their hips met. The air filled with the musky scent and wet sounds of their coupling.

The retriever felt himself getting close again. His knot was nearly at full size, and he wondered whether he would be able to change positions again if the mental script the husky was following called for it. "What happened next?" He struggled to get the words out, panting from exertion.

"You knotted me!" she barked. Connor drove home without any hesitation, sinking his engorged bulb of flesh deep within her. "Yes! Just like that!" Synge's whines and moans were matched by the golden retriever's grunts and growls. He humped her with wild abandon, his knot allowing him to go at full speed without slipping out. Her insides clenched around him, edging him ever closer to climax. When he could no longer ignore the insistent tingling and tightening of his balls, he bit the scruff of her neck and let nature take over, shooting hot jets of cum into her waiting depths. Not long after, the husky reached her peak, a long, low whine of pure pleasure as shudders racked her body.

They lay there, tied together, just trying to catch their breath. The afterglow passed, and Connor realized they had overlooked something in the heat of the moment. "Crap, we forgot to use a condom again!"

"Whoops." Synge chuckled nervously. It was too late to do anything about it, so she simply tried to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

After ten minutes, Connor's knot had deflated enough to slip free. He let Synge use his shower to clean up, and then they walked through the apartment looking for the clothing they had discarded the previous night. By the time she recovered her outfit, the lust between them had dissipated, and things were starting to feel awkward.

Just before she left, he handed her a hastily scrawled note. "Listen, here's my number. If you need anything, call me."

"Sure thing." She gave him a friendly peck on the cheek, and then walked out the door.

Three weeks later, Connor received a not entirely unexpected text from Synge: "I think I'm pregnant."