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The wind howled outside, periodically pelting the windows of the apartment with freezing rain. It made Rebecca glad to be safe and warm inside, cuddling on the couch with her friend Connor. She'd invited him over earlier in the day because she wanted some company, and the arrival of the storm only made her more grateful for his presence on what would otherwise be a dark, dreary, lonely day. They'd whiled away the afternoon and early evening by talking and playing a few games, and after a light dinner they found themselves on the couch. Some inane sitcom that neither of them cared about played on the TV, but it had become background noise. They were content to enjoy each other's company, and no longer needed any activity to occupy them.

In the relaxed atmosphere, Rebecca couldn't help but reflect on her life. She'd had quite the journey. When she left her home town in Australia to attend an American university, she'd been lonely at first. But soon she met many new people, including Connor, who'd remained close to her ever since. Her new friends were part of the reason she decided to stay in America after she graduated. Since then she'd built a good career and found many wonderful friends and colleagues. She had almost everything she wanted out of life. Almost.

Another strong gust rattled the windows, distracting Rebecca from her reverie. It made her glad she had convinced Connor to stay the night. She didn't want him driving in this weather. She snuggled closer to her golden retriever friend. The dingo had never liked the winter; her kind wasn't built for such cold weather. It made her envy Connor's long, warm fur. She nuzzled against his shoulder, while he placed his arm around her waist.

The contact made her short, sandy fur stand on end. She hadn't told him, but she was in heat. Having a male presence around sent her body into overdrive, and several times today she'd had to quash the dirty fantasies that arose unbidden in the back of her mind. Oh, how badly she wanted to rip his clothes off and put his knotted length through its paces! She imagined riding him right there on the couch, bouncing hard on his red prick until he tied her and held her close. She wanted to feel his hot breath on her neck or his teeth against her shoulder while he filled her over and over until he quelled the need within her.

"Rebecca, are you okay?"

The sound of Connor's voice derailed her train of thought, and suddenly she realized she was rubbing against him and whining softly. "Oh. Um, yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure you want me here while you're in heat?"

The dingo's ears turned red as she realized she hadn't been as discreet as she should have been. "Was it that obvious?"

"It's all that cuddling and nuzzling. You're not usually so touchy-feely. And your scent is pretty strong, even if you tried to cover it up with your perfume."

"Well, you should stay anyway. It's too dangerous to drive anywhere right now."

"If you're sure it's okay."

A sly grin spread across the dingo's muzzle as she got over her initial embarrassment. "What's wrong? Don't think you can handle the temptation?" She shifted around and straddled the dog's lap, teasing him with an erotic lick along his throat. Now it was the golden retriever's turn to blush and stutter. He pulled away slightly, but she refused to relent, instead giving him another light kiss. "Since when are you so shy? It's not like we've never fooled around before."

"You weren't in heat those times. And I don't have a condom with me. Do you?"

She shook her head, though her eyes still had a mischievous spark. "No, I don't. But what would you do to me if I did?"

Connor only growled, voice low and lustful. He didn't make a move, but Rebecca could feel a soft rumbling in his chest, not to mention a growing bulge in his pants. She decided to give him some encouragement. She held his muzzle with both hands and licked his nose. The edges of his muzzle turned up in a grin, and then he licked her back and pulled her closer. They traded licks and kisses, each savoring the other's taste as they lost themselves in pleasurable sensations. Their hands and mouths roamed almost unconsciously. Before long, the golden retriever slipped his hands beneath the dingo's shirt, brushing her short fur as he slowly worked the garment off. Her bra fell away soon after, and he groped her ample breasts. She moaned and returned the favor by pulling his shirt off and petting his long, soft, golden fur.

Their slow, pleasant make-out session went on for some time, gradually becoming more intense. Rebecca panted with need, eager to let her friend quench her inner fire, but just when she thought they were about to take the next step, Connor pulled away.

"We should probably stop before this goes any further."

He was right. Things were heading in a dangerous direction. But a large part of her didn't want to stop. It wasn't just her estrus. They were dancing right on the edge of her deepest desire, the one major milestone she had yet to reach in her life. Sure, they could leave things as they were and still have a pleasant night as friends. Or she could speak up and take what she really wanted.

"Connor, do you remember a certain promise we made years ago?"

The dog was still flush from their antics, and a distracted smile plastered his face. "You mean when we vowed to make a diorama of the battle of Gettysburg using only cotton candy?"

The ridiculous answer made Rebecca giggle in spite of herself. "No. Try again."

"Then you must be talking about that time we realized that walking on stilts while drunk was a bad idea, and we promised never to do it again."

She gave him a light swat on the nose. "Please be serious for a moment. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

The golden's goofy grin disappeared, and he looked at her cautiously. "You mean the Pact."

"Yeah. The Pact."

"You're only thinking of that because you're in heat."

"It's not just that. Lately I've been thinking about the future a lot. We agreed to have a pup together if we were both still alone by the time we were 40, but what if that's too late? It's much harder to conceive at that age, and pregnancy becomes riskier. Maybe we should consider doing it sooner."

"How much sooner?"

"Maybe right now."

"Okay, now I'm sure it's just your instincts talking."

"I've given it real thought! My love life is going nowhere fast, and I'm not getting any younger. I want to be a mother. And I want to do it while I'm still young enough to keep up with my kids."

"You're only 31. It's not too late for you to find someone."

"I'm sick of the dating scene!" she barked, muzzle curling in a snarl as she finally gave voice to her hidden frustrations. "I'm sick of meeting all these jerks who don't deserve a second date, much less a real relationship. I'm sick of watching my friends and coworkers settle down to start families while I'm stuck alone every night." Her outburst ended in a disheartened whimper before she buried her face in his shaggy chest fur. Even when she wasn't in heat, she found his scent comforting, and it had the same calming effect now when she needed it most. Quietly, she added, "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like if we had puppies together? I have."

They sat together in contemplative silence for a while. Connor stroked her back and nuzzled her, until he eventually spoke. "Rebecca, you know I care about you. And I know you wouldn't rush into something you don't feel ready for. So if you can look me in the eye and say you truly want this, I'll go along with it."

They were nose to nose, and she looked right into his brown eyes. "I want to start a family. Please give me a puppy."

This time he didn't hesitate. He pressed his muzzle to hers in a soft kiss that quickly became more passionate. Rebecca hugged him closer as she allowed his tongue into her mouth, letting her hands travel down his body until they reached his pants. Connor's hands were busy as well, tracing down his dingo friend's spine all the way to her tail. They shared a playful squeeze, and then in voiceless agreement they shuffled and groped their way out of their remaining obstructing clothing.

Connor eyed Rebecca's naked body hungrily. The dingo had always been relatively short, with a curvier build, but hers were healthy, womanly curves. Her lower lips already glistened with the dew of her arousal, and she teased her slit against his hard, red cock. His nostrils flared, taking in her pheromones, and with a strong buck of his hips, his shaft ventured into her deepest depths.

The dingo yelped at the sudden penetration, but quickly recovered. She rolled her hips enthusiastically, elated to finally be moving towards the relief she desperately needed. Her body tingled with excitement as she rode him hard, nipping at his floppy ears. Encouraged by her sultry growls and whines, the golden retriever met every motion with his own quick thrusts.

Connor leaned closer to kiss her again. Nose to nose once more, Rebecca looked again into his brown eyes. They were clouded with lust, yet she thought she could see something else. There was a desire there that was more than mere carnality. Maybe she was imagining it, just seeing what she wanted to see. But he had been a very good friend over the years. She knew he cared about her, and those feelings showed through in the way he looked at her now.

She could feel his hands at her hips, his grasp firm but not rough. The tender squeezes along her sides sent shudders through her body, making her eyes close involuntarily as she craned her head back and let out a short, low howl. The retriever's hot breath came in huffs against her exposed neck, leaving a prickling sensation in her fur. And then his muzzle closed around her shoulder in a mating bite, just before he drove his length in to the hilt. She yipped when she realized he couldn't withdraw, feeling the insistent tug of his knot between her lips. The feeling of overwhelming fullness sent her careening into her orgasm. She let loose another howl, longer and higher, just as the dog's shaft throbbed and released his essence within her.

Exhausted, Rebecca slumped against Connor's chest, while he collapsed against the back of the couch. They stayed tied for a long time, but she didn't mind. She rested against him peacefully, his body so warm, his scent so comforting. When she could finally pull away, she flopped onto the other seat cushion with a happy moan. They watched together, fascinated, as a pearly white glob of semen seeped out from between her folds and dribbled down her thigh.

"There's so much..."

"And you're right in the middle of your heat."

Subconsciously, the dingo moved a hand to her lower belly. "I'm definitely going to get pregnant." Her voice held tinges of both apprehension and excitement. The golden retriever's hand soon joined hers. Their fingers laced as they felt her womb.

Connor's voice was quiet, almost reverent. "We have a real journey ahead of us, don't we?"

Rebecca agreed.