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"I can't believe you've never done it before," Bethany said, stamping all four feet for emphasis.

"What, you have?" Emm gasped, twitching her fluffy, white tail.

Her friend shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. "Well,yeah," the black Pomeranian replied, flicking the hair out of her eyes with a simple toss of her head.

"With who!? You don't even have a boyfriend!"

"Shhhh!!! I can't tell you here." Bethany glanced around the obedience school, but the Pomeranian and Samoyed were out of earshot of any of the other students or their teachers. Still, she kept her lips sealed. "Still though," she added, deftly maneuvering the conversation, "you can't seriously be thinking about marrying_the first boy you've met without even _sealing the deal. I mean, look at him! Mercury's such a goof-ball."

Emm gazed across the white-tiled room. There, sitting obediently between Marty and Lollipop, was the well-groomed Irish Setter that Emm knew_she loved. They'd known each other for just three months before Mercury proposed, and they were already planning the wedding. Heat rushed to Emm's face as her mind brushed up against her constant daydreams about the honeymoon. Shaking her head, she eyed Bethany. "But mating before marriage is a _sin."

"Look, I'm as Catholic as the next girl," Bethany said, though since the next girl over was Amelie, Emm highly doubted it. She'd often spied the French Poodle praying, but never once had she seen the Pomeranian pray. Still, Bethany forged ahead, saying, "But do you really want to only have _one_guy your _entire life?_I bet he's even a virgin."

"I should hope so!" Emm gasped, tail curling down.

"Between you and him the honeymoon is going to suck. If you want it to be good, you need to practice, and there's only one way to practice the honeymoon."

"So you want me to...sleep with Mercury a week _before_we get married, because..."

"No, not Mercury. You've gotta sleep with some other guys. And he should sleep with some other girls," Bethany explained carefully.

"What? Why?"

"So you both know what you're doing the first time. You don't want to embarrass yourself, do you? And so that he doesn't always wonder what he's missing. Did you know that most divorces happen because the guy loses interest? He's got to know that you're the real deal and he won't be getting anything better outside the marriage."

Emm paused. That was a pretty pervasive argument. The_last_ thing she wanted was to end up a single mother, all alone with no one to care for her. If Bethany was right, wouldn't a little sin be worth it to prevent a bigger one?

"HEEL," Emm's owner commanded, and the Samoyed was off, legs a flurry as she tried desperately to match pace with the giant human. Though Bethany was left behind with her person, Emm just couldn't get the Pomeranian's suggestion out of her head. What would Mercury say?

* * * * *

"And so," Emm finished, "Bethany thinks before we get married, we should go out and...experience - you know..."

The Irish Setter was definitely stunned. He could barely hear his master calling his name. Normally implacably obedient, Mercury gasped, "Is...that what you want? Isn't that...a sin?"

Not what I want, but what we need, she thought to herself. She nodded slowly, saying, "It'll make our marriage stronger, so it's worth it. Once we've each been with another dog, we'll know for a fact that we're the only ones for us; that our love is real."

Mercury took a deep gulp, ears flat. "Well, I mean, if that's what you want. How are we going to do it?"

Emm had spent every remaining second of their Friday class thinking it over. Ears erect, she said confidently, "The wedding is in three weeks, so if we take this week off from our relationship, we can get it out of our systems and still have time to get ready. And I'm not in heat so there's no risk."

"MERCURY, COME!" shouted his master, and this time he couldn't ignore it.

"Are you sure?" he stammered, picking himself up to go.

"I'm sure," Emm replied. "Starting now, we're on break. Sleep with whoever you want, as many times as you want, until we meet here again next Friday. Okay?"

His long red fur swished as he looked over his shoulder, head cocked. "As many as we want?"

"Yeah," Emm said, though suddenly she felt a lot_less confident in this plan. _How many bitches is he planning to find? If he gets more partners than me, will he laugh at my inexperience?

"I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen," she told herself.

* * * * *

Mercury was completely lost for what to do. His fiancee had up and told him to go find someone else to fuck. Was this some kind of test? Why would either of them _want_another partner, when they truly loved each other and no one else?

Both Mercury and Emm were good, young Catholics who followed the rules. Sure, they'd kissed before, and sniffed, but the Irish Setter had controlled himself all this time despite the temptation to take things further. They had both agreed - no sex until marriage. It seemed as though Emm had changed her mind, but not in the way that Mercury could have guessed.

"This is crazy," he said to himself, as his owner unlocked the door. He followed quickly inside, racking his brain. But he could find no solution to the problem. Maybe if he'd had more time he could have protested Emm's decision. Instead, they were separated for a whole week, and she, at least, was going to be finding another mate.

He couldn't exactly come back and say he hadn't done anything when she had, and he certainly wouldn't lie to his true love. And though what she'd asked him to do was a sin, what could he do? He'd promised Emm he'd do it. If he wasn't unfaithful to his fiancee, he would be unfaithful! Ultimately, the young setter decided, his only option was to go through with it.

But with who?

Sure, he could sneak out of the house if he wanted. He even considered sneaking off to Emm's house to tell her he'd changed his mind. But what if she'd already...um...done it? Or was in the process? Mercury shuddered at the thought.

No, he needed to find someone and get it over with. Where did a young male dog go to find the kind of girl he needed? Certainly not a Catholic area! Mercury paused - downtown wasn't too far, and a lot of young humans lived there in the lofts. Surely some of them weren't Catholic - he'd heard as much from his owner. And if the human isn't Catholic, the dogs aren't either.

Shivering, the Irish Setter glanced left and right, saw he was alone, and crept to the doggy door. Should only take an hour, he thought. With luck, his human wouldn't even notice he was gone.

The walk was swift and uneventful, the last rays of light slowly disappearing behind the two-story buildings. Main Street - center of the college bar scene, and the sidewalks were crawling with people walking to and from different bars, drunk and looking for fun, in whatever way they could find. Mercury felt incredibly out of place.

He stuck to the alleys, sniffing and looking around for any other dogs. Will I even be able to find a bitch who'll lift her tail to some stranger?_He could hardly imagine such a creature. _God,_he prayed, _what am I doing?

He found someone, alright, but not exactly what he was looking for. As he rounded the corner he did find a young bitch, tied to a fence post just outside a bar. At that exact moment, a young woman stepped out of that bar, leaned over, and hurled all over the ground. The dog backed off, lifting her nose. Then, she spied Mercury.

She lit up, ears erect, tail up, her bark a bright sort of chirping sound. She was a Beagle, mostly white with black and tan markings on her back, and her tail was swinging back and forth so fast it blurred. "Hey, stud, what's your name?"

She's not much older than me, Mercury decided. Would she be willing to help him with his...task? He bounded forward, ears flat, not sure what to say or do. The vomiting woman stumbled off, leaving the two of them alone. "I'm Mercury."

"Buffy," she replied quickly. She proffered her butt to the setter, and after he sniffed her, he replied in kind. The Beagle laughed. saying, "You're the first guy to sniff me without trying to cop a lick. I'm in heat, you know."

Mercury sat back, blushing. "Oh, uh...I'm engaged." He'd certainly noticed her aromatic scent, but he would never lick a girl against her will. And he was taken - well...except for this week. He had to remind himself why he was here. "Sort of."

"Sort of?" the young Beagle asked, cocking her head so that her ears flopped.

The Irish Setter was incredibly embarrassed, but he didn't want to lie to Buffy. "I'm getting married in three weeks, but my fiancee and I are...uh...on a break. So that we can experience other people..."

"Never heard that pick up line before," Buffy said, aghast. "That ever work on anyone?"

"Huh?"

"That line. Did it..." Buffy started, analyzing Mercury's growingly confused face. "That's not a line?"

"I don't know what you mean," the red-furred dog replied, ears laid back.

"Not much of a barhopper, are you?" she asked. Upon his nod, Buffy continued, "You and your girl really decided to put your relationship on hold so that you could see other people? That's why you're here?"

The setter nodded again, then said, "I guess so."

Buffy chuckled. "You're too cute to pass up. Tell me more."

Mercury and Buffy talked for what seemed like hours there, below the iron fire escape to the second floor. The yearling Irish Setter explained everything: the obedience class, how he'd met Emm, why he'd fallen for her, and then her surprise announcement that day. Buffy seemed entranced by every word, particularly when he got to the part about their recent pact.

"Well, maybe she's right. I know _I_wouldn't want to spend my whole life with only one mate. I can't really believe I'm saying this, but I'll help you out, if you want," the Beagle stated.

Mercury's eyes went wide. He'd completely forgotten his reason for coming here yet again, but after spending hours just a foot away from the fertile Beagle, he realized her interest in talking to him. "But...you're in heat!" he protested.

She nodded. "Bad timing, I know. But there's lots_we could do without _breeding. We've got tongues, other holes..."

"Kissing? Right here?" Mercury asked, looking around. He didn't see anyone else around, but that could change at any minute.

"Yeah, kissing," she laughed, looking up at the taller setter.

He froze, suddenly paralyzed. All he could manage was to stammer, "If-if you want. Just remember after this week, I'm taken."

Leaning forward, the Beagle said, "Just shut up for a minute." With that, she reached up to peck him on the lips. Mercury had never kissed a girl other than Emm, and he shivered. Buffy didn't hold back, her gentle kiss changing dramatically as she tilted her head. Suddenly her large, wet tongue was pressing against his black lips. He couldn't help it - he opened wide, and seconds later, the two canines were making out every bit as heavily as he'd done with Emm.

"Mmmrph!" he tried to protest, realizing what he was doing. But this was what Emm wanted, wasn't it? He kissed Buffy back, tongues entwining in a slick, juicy wrestling match. She feels so good! The Irish Setter pressed his lips up against the Beagle, no longer able or willing to worry about his fiancee when Buffy's soft, warm body was pressed up against him. Between kisses, he gasped for breath, and he had to catch himself before he almost said, "I love you!" like he always did with Emm.

Buffy pushed forward until Mercury fell over onto his back and still the Beagle wasn't done with him. She slid over onto his body, plunging her tongue into his mouth while she rubbed her belly against his, tail wagging furiously. Her soft, nearly furless abs brushed up against Mercury's sheath, and despite himself, the young dog began to swell. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to push his thick breeding rod into her wet, fertile hole.

Buffy had other plans. Pressing tightly against Mercury, she pushed her vulva taut against his belly, lowering her rump until his tapered, virgin tip nestled up against her tailhole. Breaking the kiss, she whispered huskily, "What do you think of that?"

"Wow," he gasped. "I can't wait for our second date!"

Buffy blinked, but his tone was clear to a fault. He thought she was done with him! As much as she wanted to slam her ass down on the Irish Setter's cock, she knew he wasn't ready for that. Suddenly, she broke out laughing, managing to gasp out, "All right, Mercury, you got it. Same time tomorrow?"

Mercury licked the side of Buffy's face. She's so cute! "I'll see if I can sneak away again."

Buffy grinned, stepping reluctantly off the clueless setter. "Actually, how about this. If I know my human, she'll be at karaoke all afternoon. Meet me behind 134 Main Street and I'll show you a whole new world."

Mercury smiled. "You got it!"

As he headed home, he spared Emm a few thoughts. He felt guilty about what he'd done with Buffy, but this was what his fiancee had wanted. Wasn't it? Maybe this was a test - or maybe when she tried to find a boy she'd feel even worse about it and back down. But the Samoyed had seemed so certain that this was just what their relationship needed...

The next day around noon, while Mercury's master was at work, the Irish Setter slipped out and headed downtown. He read the signs quickly: 130, 132, 134. This bar was a lot prettier than yesterday's, with a clean, glass entryway filled with neon signs that advertised all the latest beers, and a handwritten board that said "Karaoke: 12 until 5!"

He slipped around back, and sure enough, Buffy was there, tied to another sign. Her ears perked up when she saw him. "You made it!" she said, her tail wagging.

"Yeah..." he said, blushing. "But I forgot that you'd be tied up out here - there go my plans!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'm sure whatever you were planning can be done right here." She looked around the back area. A number of shops opened up to the back area, and she could see humans and dogs milling around. "I don't mind making a little show."

"A show?" Mercury asked confused.

The Beagle sighed. "You're a little shy - I get that. But you're in luck. I squirmed around so much when my woman was collaring me that it didn't latch completely!" To demonstrate, Buffy clawed at her collar, and it popped right out, freeing her. "Now we can go somewhere private."

"Great! Follow me," Mercury said, long, red tail wagging.

Buffy followed him, eyes peeled for someplace private. "How about there?" she suggested, pointing at a side alley lined with dumpsters.

"Oh no," Mercury said. "That will never do." He fell back beside Buffy, walking side by side, just close enough that his red fur meshed with her Beagle spots.

After another block of failed suggestions, Buffy whined, "Where are we going? Any of these places will do."

Mercury smiled at Buffy, nuzzling her briefly. "It's a surprise - I'm taking you somewhere special. It's not far now."

Buffy walked on, though her tail wasn't wagging anymore. She glanced this way and that. "I've never been around here before..."

"This is close to my home. We're close to the Catholic Church."

Buffy looked up, and sure enough, the tall, pointed spire of the Catholic Church was piercing the sky. "You're_Catholic?_" she asked.

"Of course."

"But what about...you know...your fiancee and you...?"

Mercury blushed, stepping away from Buffy awkwardly. "Right," he said, almost having forgotten. Still, this was what he was supposed to be doing, so he nuzzled up against her again, saying, "Let _me_worry about that."

Finally they arrived, and Mercury ran ahead, laughing. "Great, no one else is here today!"

"Finally," sighed Buffy. She trotted forward, lifting her tail as she prepared to do what she'd come for. But when she rounded the corner and saw where he'd taken her, she blinked. "What's this?"

Mercury pointed to the secluded pond. A bit of clean, fresh water poured down the creek. The water was deep today because it had rained the night before, but along the edges were perfect wading pools. Mercury laughed and splashed into the water, turning to face Buffy. "This was always one of my favorite places to go on hot summer days. What do you think?"

"It's...nice," she said, cocking her head at the Irish Setter. "I thought..."

"Come play!" Mercury interrupted, jumping up and down and splashing the water between his feet.

The Beagle paused, then gave in, running into the shallow part of the creek. Mercury splashed her and she gasped, shivering. "Hey!"

Mercury just giggled and jumped away. Buffy growled, dashing forward and slapping a paw in the water, sending a giant wave into his red fur. "Take that!"

"You got me!" he gasped, falling over and half-submerging in the water.

Despite herself, Buffy smiled.

Until Mercury kicked his legs, splashing her right in the face. "Oh, that's it," she gasped, sputtering. "You're on."

My how the time flew. Buffy might have thought she was too old for such puppy games, but she was a brown and white flurry alongside Mercury, splashing and running and laughing. Almost an hour had passed before the two dogs were tired out. Mercury slid into the deepest part of the creek, panting loudly. "Come in," he suggested.

Buffy smiled and slipped in with him. She nudged her way next to him, rubbing her neck against his. "This was...really nice," she admitted. "And not at all what I was expecting."

Mercury blinked. "What were you expecting?"

"Well," she said. "You know..." She glanced at Mercury but it was obvious that he did not know. "More...kissing."

Heat rushing to his face, the yearling stammered, "I just thought...it might be nice to go on a fun date, first, you know..."

Buffy nodded. "I'm glad you did. But it's later, and we've had a fun date. Now what?" she asked, ducking her head and leaning up against him, eyes gazing into his.

Mercury dropped his jaw, at a loss for words. He hadn't planned this far ahead, maybe secretly hoping that things wouldn't get this far. Did she _want_him to kiss her? Did she want _more_than that? He shivered.

Buffy answered the first question for him. When he opened his mouth, she leaned up and shoved her tongue inside. He couldn't resist and he didn't want to. Slurping_against her tongue, they began making out as heavily as ever. _Oh, God, he groaned, praying for things to work out okay. This is the right thing, isn't it?

Buffy panted, "Oh, Mercury," as they kissed. The Beagle was burning up, despite being half-submerged in cold water. Kissing him felt so much more real than the other guys she'd been with. They'd been only after one thing. There was no secret agenda behind Mercury's licks and nuzzles, even though almost the first thing he'd said is that he was looking for a bitch to fuck. He kissed her because he _wanted_to kiss her. He couldn't even smell her heat, with her rump submerged in the water!

"Are you...are you ready for more?" she asked, breathless.

"B-but you're in heat..." he gasped.

Buffy's jaw dropped. She never intended to offer herself to him - at least not her pussy, but the way Mercury spoke made it clear that the Irish Setter would have rejected her even if she had. She nuzzled and kissed him, explaining, "That one might have to wait, but there's a spot just above that that's ready and willing."

After a few seconds for realization, Mercury broke the kiss, gaping. "But that...that's a sin..."

"Wow." That was all Buffy could say.

He was so naiive, and cute, and honest, and nice, and affectionate. Everything he'd done from the moment they'd met made the Beagle feel wanted and loved. He certainly didn't seem_like he was just looking for a quick fuck. The way he looked at Buffy, he might as well not have had another girlfriend at all. He and his fiancee couldn't _really_be in love. Buffy wasn't sure what came over her, but she said, "I love you, Mercury. Forget my tailhole - I want you _all the way."

"But, but...what if you get puppies?" he gasped, inching away.

She rounded on him, using his own words against him. "Let me worry about that." She nuzzled the Irish Setter, then brushed against him as she stepped in front, lifting her rump until her swollen spade barely emerged from the creek into the chilly air. She clenched up, lifting her tail and pushing her butt in Mercury's face.

"Buffy..." he gasped.

"You want it," she said. "I want it. Your _girl_wants it. Just do it."

Cold water dripped down the Beagle's pussy, but the next second, she was engulfed by his hot, slick tongue. Buffy groaned, pressing back against him, whimpering as he began to lap eagerly at her tight, squeezing lips. "Oh, Mercury!" she shuddered.

He _slurped_deeper, the heavy scent of wet dog suddenly masked by the oppressive scent of her heat pumping straight into his nostrils. He'd never even considered doing this with Emm until after their marriage. Mercury's heart was racing, and his cock was hardening. Buffy's salty, tangy flavor made his muscles tense up, and Mercury used all his willpower to keep from leaping onto the Beagle's back.

But she's in heat! he argued with himself. Didn't Emm say something about heat? Mercury was searching for a way out, an excuse to back down, but to his chagrin he remembered too well - Emm had only said that _she_wouldn't fuck around while in heat. She'd told him that he could fuck anyone, as many times as he wanted. He took a big gulp, ramming his tongue deep inside the trembling Beagle.

"I love you!" Buffy gasped again, humping her hips up and down so fast that she created miniature waves in the creek. Mercury kept his head above water, but he was drinking none-the-less, guzzling down her freely flowing juices. "Fuck me!"

Mercury couldn't stop himself this time, after such a pretty request. With a splash and leap, his wet body encased hers. He wrapped his paws around her hips, mounting a girl for the first time. Water ran in rivulets down his sides, then down hers, splashing into the creek below. Buffy's tail was pinned to the side by his soaking hips, leaving her spade open and waiting for his virgin cock. The sheer heat of her quivering pussy radiated against the tip of his cock, bumping gently up against her. Biting his lip, Mercury managed to speak in stuttering gasps, "I'm still Emm's...you know that, right?"

"I don't care!" she whined. She needed to feel him inside of her, at least for now. There would still be time to back out.

Mercury groaned, hardly able to believe what he was doing. Two days ago, he was happily engaged and monogamous to his beautiful, white fiancee, and now, because of Emm, he was about to slam home in a fertile, Godless Beagle bitch. _Maybe I should have talked to Father Rover about this..._he thought.

He launched himself forward, spearing Buffy in one smooth motion. Her fat, swollen spade split apart for him, wrapping around his cock like a glove, and then squeezing down hard as if she could keep him inside of her forever. She yipped and moaned as the larger dog claimed her, rocking her hips in time to her ragged gasps of breath.

Mercury, however, had been holding his breath until his thrust finally came to a halt inside her trembling pussy. Oh my God, he thought, nothing has ever felt as good as this! He'd never touched himself, and Emm certainly had never touched him, but now his hypersensitive cock was engulfed in warm, wet Beagle. She squeezed down around him, caressing the entire length of his thick, slick shaft. The Irish Setter growled, unable to resist the growing temptation inside of him.

"I love you!" he gasped before he could take it back. Along with that sudden announcement, he dragged his cock back and slammed forward again and again, the concentric rings that had been dispersing from around the copulating canines disrupted in white-water haze. He ignored the sharp, splashing, focusing instead on his instinctual desire to pound this puppy until she was oozing with his baby batter.

What am I doing? the Beagle thought while meeting his rapid, unfocused humping with her own gyrating hips. She's just met this dog, and he'd been quite clear that his purpose was to fuck her and leave her. The two-year-old bitch had managed to avoid guys like him, or at least limit her involvement to anal, but now she found herself getting plumbed with absolutely nothing to protect her waiting, fertile womb.But he said it - he did!_she gasped. _He said he loved me_, not_ her_._Could she really make this relationship work? The time to back out was fast approaching. Clenching down, she could feel the base of Mercury's cock thickening inside of her, threatening at any moment to lock him irrevocably inside.

A low sound began to grow in Mercury's throat, gaining pitch until it became a whine. He hammered his bitch, Emm completely gone from his mind. There was only Buffy now, and her burning heat was waiting just beyond his inexpert thrusts for him to quench her need. Already he was spilling inside of her, thick _spurts_to herald the way for his pulsating balls. He hilted himself, and then again, hips flush with hers as his knot grew.

Buffy felt the growing tug against her swollen spade each time the setter drew back. Now or never,_she thought. She was deep in the middle of her heat, and would never be more vulnerable that that moment. She felt the way his paws wrapped around her like vice grips, listened to his declaration of love, and heard his whine shift to a throaty howl. Every sense compounded to tell the Beagle exactly how much Mercury wanted her - needed her. He wouldn't lie. "Knot me! Do it!" she gasped. He dug his tip into her innermost wall, but Buffy knew that it wasn't_her womb, anymore, it was his. "Fill me with your puppies!"

This time, when Mercury pulled back, he stuck, still inflating quickly. Bony tip nestled deep, he grew from the base, stretching and spreading Buffy's puffed-up vulva into a taut sphere. There was no backing out now, for either of them. He tossed his head back and howled, and soon her voice joined his, easily drowning out the loud splashes in the creek. Any dog within a mile would know _exactly_what was going on, but neither cared.

Splurt!

Mercury flooded his bitch, her greedy pussy throbbing as she milked him for everything he was worth. Rope after rope of hot, bubbling cum erupted only to splash immediately against her final, softening wall. With his orbs churning, in no time Buffy could hear and feel the deep _sloshing_of his thick cum pumping into her unprotected chamber. "Give it all!" she wailed, bucking up and down. Mercury's thrusts pushed the two further and further up the bank, until their feet were in mud instead of water.

"Oh, Buffy!" he whimpered, holding himself deep as he did his work. "This is incredible!"

Panting and groaning, the young dogs kept at it until Mercury was spent, and even then Buffy kept humping, shuddering as her uterus was drenched for the first time. "Ooh, God!" she whimpered, the heat of the moment finally catching up to her. Her legs wobbled and she was panting, enjoying the drool that splattered the back of her neck. There's no way he'll go back to her after this.

With a grunt, the Irish Setter turned around, his paws_plopping_ into the cold creek. He didn't mind, chest heaving with his recent exertion. He glanced over his shoulder at Buffy and smiled. "I had no idea it could feel that way!"

"There's more where _that_came from," she grinned. "Come with me - I'll make you happier than anyone else could."

Mercury blinked. But what about Emm? Now that he was (almost) done breeding the heat-swollen bitch, he remembered his beautiful, smart, Catholic Samoyed waiting for him at home. He furrowed his brow. "But I thought I was clear..."

Buffy's expression melted. "You...you said you loved me."

Heat rushed to his face. Had he? He could barely remember. "I...I didn't mean_it. Buffy, I'm _engaged."

"To some whore who wants to sleep with other dogs! How can you choose that_over _me? I don't_want_ anyone else - I just want to raise our puppies together."

"She's not a whore!" he gasped, wondering how things had become so mangled, so quickly. "I told you I was Emm's - I did!"

Buffy barked, furious, trying to tug away from the still-spurting setter. "You said_one thing, but _did_everything else! How can you look at me like you do, play with me like you did, treat me like a queen, _say that you love me, and then back out once you splattered me under the tail!? Oh, God, I'm in _heat!_Get off of me!"

Mercury whimpered as the Beagle struggled to pull herself away, but the smaller bitch had no hope. Her swollen spade strained and _stretched_but there was no escaping his throbbing knot just yet. "Hey!" he gasped.

"I thought you were Catholic. I thought you were good. But you just wanted the same thing all the_other_ dogs wanted. Well _congratulations,_Mercury. You fooled me, and now I'm fucked!" Buffy sobbed, refusing to look at her traumatized mate.

"No, no, it's not like that!" Mercury gasped.What happened!? "I wasn't trying to mislead you. I told you everything up front, I -"

"Stuff it," she growled. "I don't want to hear your excuses. Just shut up. I don't want to see or hear from you again. I don't - God!!"

Mercury winced, but did as he was told. He wanted to comfort her, but she didn't want comforting. His stomach churned, and he did his best to avoid throwing up, listening to Buffy's_sobbing_. He stood there in silence, waiting desperately for his knot to shrink, wishing there was something he could say or do. But he was engaged to Emm, and he had been quite clear on that point.

Buffy finally managed to tug herself free, _popping_off of the Irish Setter's cock and slipping face first into the mud. She growled, glaring at Mercury as if that were _his_fault. "Go to hell," was the last thing she said to him, before bounding up the bank, covered in mud and leaking his seed beneath her tail.

Mercury let his dick dangle freely, watching her go._What did I do wrong? Maybe...maybe I shouldn't mention Emm at all. It just seemed to confuse her._He washed off his feet in the creek and set off for home after emptying his stomach on the side of the road.

I just hope things are going better for Emm than they are for me.