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            Their bedroom stank, actually stunk, a clinging odor that raked the air, the combined smells,

Bligh and Cody, both of them - Bligh's Earthen musky woodsiness, Cody's

mellifluous cream.             Bligh finished sending the text message - he sat on the

edge of the bed, turning to Cody, who looked at him with an enigmatic

expression, somewhere between delight and worry, his body covered by the

blanket on the bed, his face still flush, ears flattened and atwitch.             "Did - you tell him?"            "Yeah," Bligh answered softly. "I told

em."            He reached down to his nipples - the sticky secretion came

forth, and he rubbed it, frowning, into his furry chest.

"I uh - I ain't sure how ta feel bout this."            "What does he think?"            Bligh shook his head. "He ain't said - jest - he on

his way back home, told Stevie not ta come."            "Oh," said Cody, a quiet, disappointed sigh.

"Steve's not coming?"            Bligh's mouth twinged. "Pup, I know yew wanna see em,

but right now--"             "I know," Cody finished for him - he sighed

again, burying his face in the covers. "Did you - did you tell him--?"            "Bout yew n'me?"            "Mmmhmm."            "Nah I - I can't."            "What are we gonna do?"            Bligh stared at the open bedroom door, and he rose, feeling

his erect cock slap at his flat, sculpted, hairy stomach - the West Virginia

steel smelted by the soft coal of his body hair - where it met a trickle of milk,

his milk.            ...he glanced down at his penis, eleven inches with his knot,

angrily erect, refusing to yield to his own shame and embarrassment.            "Pray ta God this ain't - sumthin that lasts

forever."             He stretched, trying to take a few steps to the bathroom

when he heard Cody behind him:            "Why - why would you want it to end?"            Bligh whipped back, his hatless hair, a nest of crow's

feathers made wild and unusually unkempt by their afternoon together, falling

in a cascade with the motion of his head - his ears twitched amidst it all,

going flat.            He furrowed his eyebrows, frowning. "Pup, why - yew

really want this ta keep happenin? Me n'yew all damn day? Ain't tellin

Drew--?"            Cody cut him off with a small, vulnerable murmur: "Because

I love being this close to you, Bligh."             Bligh didn't make it to the bathroom - he paused there in

the doorway, turning around, feeling his tail wag even when it shouldn't have,

thumping against the doorframe.            He did not look at Cody - he couldn't.            "Why?" he muttered back. "C'mon Pup, this is

fucked up, what's goin on--"            Cody lowered the blanket - exposing himself. His teats were

still swollen from the arousal he was still feeling, his voice soft and a

little strained because of the hormones coursing through him, projecting into pheromones

that choked the air between them:            "I don't care."            Bligh's eyes lingered on Cody's body, the bulging belly,

the sopping teats - he felt his cock twitch at the thought of suckling them

again, hearing this boy, this perfect boy, cry out his name in devotion and

sexual euphoria, the animal arousal at the sight of half-dog half-human

nipples, leaky, needy...it all crashed into him a single savage thrill  that was immediately followed by a cold wave

of guilt.            His eyes fell back to the floor - his ears drooped.            He needed to piss and he needed to smoke but Cody -

princely, queenly - held power over him.            "Why?" he asked again, near hoarse.            "Bligh...you - you and Andy have this - this whole

thing, you two, all the time you spent - spent together, growing up together,

and I never got to be a part of that. I mean - I heard about you all the time

but - I feel left out a lot, you know?"            An abortive, croaking noise came from Bligh's throat - he

was going to protest, or say he was sorry, or try to explain...but Cody shook his

head, with a single motion of flattened canid ears and shaggy hair, messy, like

his own, from the day Bligh was silenced.            "No - listen. You get to have - so many special things

with him. And I have special things too with him, he--" Cody paused,

sighing. "H-he saved me, you know that, but..." He stopped again - he

scratched his eyebrow, he cleared his throat, one of his ears twitched.

"What do we have? You and me?"            Bligh was taken offguard by the question - he thought that

it should have been obvious, to the point that it should never have been given

words at all, this life they had built together, this trio, this polyamory, this family, with Stevie as near-human

brother-in-law too...what grew inside Cody's belly, twins, puppies that they had

made together and swore to love and guard and cherish.             Was that not enoug? would have been Bligh's question, back

at Cody, in the midst of the tension that made the pleasant October afternoon

with the golden-chartreuse coming in slits from the blinds. Was not it enough, all the cuddles, the

breakfasts and the dinners and the Wii games and the television shows, was it

all not enough for him?            But Bligh studied Cody's face, the hazel eyes that waited

for him, that waited for the answer, with infinite patience but with an

unyielding riddle.             It was not enough at all.             The family, their family, was positive and it was

supportive and it was happy, but between the two of them, Cody and Bligh, it

was improvised...they had acted like they had known each other for years and it

seemed natural, but it wasn't, it was hollow, it was lacking roots, a past,

even if it had a certain future.            He swallowed, hard.            "Whatchu want, Pup?" Bligh whispered.

"Whatchu want, yew n'me?"            "I want this," Cody whispered back, his ear

twitching again. "I want this - you and me and - pretending the world out

there--" He motioned with his head, something he had picked up from Drew

"--doesn't - exist. Just the two of us and - this room, together."            He nodded - slowly at first, picking up speed, shutting his

eyes, abashed, done in, by the truth, by the desire.            "Aight," he said, a swelling lump overtaking his

throat. "Aight - I can - I do that."            Cody nodded. "Go to the bathroom," he said, voice

increasing in volume, pulling the sheet back up to cover himself once more.

"And then come back to me." He seemed to force one of his kind, warm

smiles. "Okay?"            Bligh forced his own trademark smirk back at him.

"Okay, Pup..."            He sauntered into the bathroom, the tile cold against his

footpads, his penis still erect, still livid, embarrassingly uncooperative - it

would not go down and it remained firm against him, propped up the bone inside

it, what Drew had told him was called a baculum.            This was too much of a crapshoot to try and use the toilet,

Bligh realized, and he maneuvered to the edge of the tub, near the drain.            He took his hand and he guided his penis downward as far as

it would go without hurting himself, and he tilted his head back to the

ceiling, trying to relax - he felt his bladder empty, a forking spurt of urine

that splashed in vanishing particles back onto him, warm and acrid, a blasting

cocktail of scent-markers that struck his nose, the woodsy-forest notions of den and home and safe, the

possessive qualities of himself to himself

in his own territory.            The smell - the musk - was far stronger than had it been

just weeks ago, Cody's pregnancy making Bligh's body a rising chaos of wild

newness.            But he tried to clear his head, to let his endocrine

system- a forgotten term from high school Bio that Drew, being Drew, would use

in everyday conversation - do its thing, because if he thought too long about

what was going on right now his penis, which he half-fancied had a mind of its

own anyhow, would become ferociously hard yet again...it was a miracle it had

softened enough to let him piss.            He felt the flow of urine begin to abate and his free hand

came to his chest, to again feel the bare stickiness that had begun to

coagulate on his nipple.             He shook his head, letting a long, low, harsh sigh escape

him.            This was what he texted Drew about - his body was changing

just like Cody's was changing, really just like their bodies had already changed...just as Bligh had been

unready for the first, most profound change, from human to half-dog, he was

unwilling for this, also, so sudden and so sudden and so weird.            He did not why it was happening - he shook away the last

droplets of urine as he turned away, slowly, from the bathtub - but he was sure

Drew would figure it out.            Maybe - maybe, Bligh thought to himself as he paced,

slowly, back to the bedroom - maybe this was all in the design of their

species, so brand new, so poorly explored...maybe the father, the fathers, he and

Drew, would have to feed the puppies milk also.          Maybe this was no accident, maybe this

was a good thing - a great thing.            But the thought still gave him a passing feeling of

anxiousness that he tried to suppress - he always tried to be the man his

grandfather had raised him to be, never show weakness, always be strong for

those who counted on him...            ...and Cody counted on him, today, every day.            Back in the doorway he appeared - Cody was waiting for him,

the look on his face had turned from fearfully insistent to something that

looked almost frightened, vulnerable, a rawness so brittle Bligh, moving

towards the bed with him in it, had the passing sensation that merely touching

him might make him bleed.            Cody scooted over and Bligh resumed his position next to

him on the outside of the bed, the sheets still damp from his leaking milk -

their faces met immediately, Cody's needful tongue pressing against Bligh's fangs.            Bligh threw out his arms and gripped him - they embraced

tightly.            In this kiss, in this meeting of bodies and minds and souls

expressed with tongue, lips, teeth - the magic of the moment, this moment,  waxed unbearable until it burst, stopping all

time, all movement of the Earth itself, so that the entire universe converged

upon them, two people, two men, two dogs,

locked together.            Bligh's left hand slipped - down from Cody's back, past the

sticky sweetness of the milk the boy's teats were producing in the

hormone-soaked urgency of late stage canid-hybrid pregnancy, past them, until

it came to the extrusion, Cody's belly, where one of his puppies, one of twins,

dwelt, slept, soundly and safely.            It was jarring for both of them and they did not know why -

they separated, staring at each other, seconds passing as forgotten forevers,

Bligh's hand having jerked away as though it had touched a hot stove.            From somewhere inside his memory, inside his past, the

divorce of five states away where he was now in Florida and where his genetics

would always lead him back to, West Virginia, something stirred.            He looked down - he looked down at Cody's stretched,

bloated stomach, his teats, all ten of them in a diminishing diagonal milkline,

framing it, the lives, the pair of heartbeats, that belonged to he and his best

friend, soul mate, husband, Drew, absent but still there, still felt.            Bligh looked down at himself - his own nipples had started

to leak, again, very slight but still noticeable, some of the creamy liquid,

the same smell, the dulcet deliciousness, the abstract notion of hope condensed to a distilled aroma.            And then he looked up - he searched Cody's face, the hazel

eyes glimmering in the slit Autumnal light - he looked up at Cody and then he

shut his eyes, he shook his head, gritting his teeth so that his fangs pressed

against his lips.             "Wh-what - what is it?" came Cody's voice,

tremulous.            "It's--" Bligh swallowed, feeling tears come to

him, and a laugh at the same time, inside the old admonishment from Drew to not

be so emotional. "S-sumthin Pappy used ta say when there'd be a new - uh,

a new baby born in the church."            "What did he - what did he say?"            Bligh's wavered and then wilted, he opened his mouth, then

closed it, taking a deep breath before the emotions hit him, and hit him hard -

he allowed the feeling to attack him like a radiant immolation, burning away

his inhibitions.            "He'd - he'd quote Jeremiah, Chapter One, Verse Five--"

            With one hand he brought Cody's face closer to his, and

with the other he cupped, from the bottom, Cody's pregnant stomach, and he

quoted from the Bible, from his grandfather, from his past, from his roots:            "Before I formed

thee in the belly I knew thee..."            Cody was silent - the two stared at each other, Bligh's

hand unrelenting, protective of what it held, and they remained like this, the

enduring weight of holy words keeping them inseparable in a moment that did not

allow time to flow.            From Cody's mouth came a pattern of breaths that grew in

volume until they climaxed with a marvel-filled whisper: "Th-that's -

that's beautiful, Bligh."             His ears fluttered, and then flattened, the hazel of his

eyes glimmered, and then became wet, and his face crumpled in on itself as he

tried to hold back something - a humility, Bligh sensed, a dread weight that no

one had loved him like this before, not even Drew was this out there with how he felt, how intense Bligh spoke his heart.            And the heart was what was moved the hardest - Bligh gave

his free hand to lift Cody's chin, and then, in answer, kissed the fresh tears

from his cheek, letting them moisten his lips.            "Yer

beautiful, Pup," he said back, barely a breath to Cody's ear.            He heard Cody whimper - a gorgeously overwhelmed noise -

and they kissed, again, gently pressing their mouths together until their tongues

met, Bligh's hand running through Cody's hair and scritching the space behind

his ear which fluttered its thanks, and their heads were held together this

way, separating only so that Bligh could lick Cody's face, the instinctual

rough bath of his cheeks in saliva, the action of beasts, the courtship of

dogs.            They paused to catch their breath: Bligh tittered, that

strange little laugh Stevie would call him out on, as Cody panted, seeming

nigh-delirious - he fell forward, slightly, into Bligh's arms, into that silky

mat of body hair, the drying stickiness of the new milk.            "I - I love you so much, Bligh--"            Bligh tittered again as Cody's head came up, their eyes

locking together once more.            "Love yew too, Pup..." he murmured.            Cody shut his eyes and nuzzled Bligh's beard - softly at

first, but then harder, and then his mouth was back upon Bligh's lips again,

his eyes opening wide and then narrowing in tandem with an immodest moan, a

high-pitched exclamation on the tottering precipice of exquisite but painful

lust, his penis not shooting pre like Bligh's did anymore, but dribbling it, a

low-pressure flow - it was something Drew had noted as being anomalous since he

had gotten pregnant but Cody said he knew why, and he had told Bligh in private

that his dick didn't really matter anymore, only his womb, only his tits, and

he was fine with that, he knew that Drew referred to himself with pride as

Bligh's bitch but Cody's very body

was built to actually be one, carrying the pups for Drew and Bligh, his family,

his pack.            With the dripping of pre from his scarlet, tapered, canid

cock came the raised little mounds of his teats suddenly turning pink and enflamed,

and letting out trickles of milk in perfect unison...            Bligh saw them, saw his lover's mutated - yet, still,

perfect - body respond to him, just

him, the alpha, the king, Drew was not here and though he would give his soul

for Drew if God Himself demanded it there was now only the devil of his own

bestial instincts.            He growled, feeling in his throat the noise that other

humans were incapable of making - he pushed Cody back on the pillow, letting

his tongue loll out, framed by his fangs, his hair falling into a tickling

cascade on Cody's stomach, and there he affixed his mouth to a lucky teat and

suckled hard as though he was one of the puppies he had fathered.            Inside Cody's ecstatic moans Bligh found himself trying to

rationalize this - trying, and failing, letting only the transcendent pleasure

of the neverending cascade of sensuality pilot his actions, his crashed logic.            He loved Cody, he loved Drew, he even loved Stevie, and

usually, any other time, he wanted them to be a family of equals - but not now.

            He wanted to be lord and he wanted to rule over Cody, he

wanted Cody to submit to him and worship the cock that made him pregnant, the

cock that hung, now, like an angelic weapon, a dagger, pointed, ready to stab

and maim and change like it had changed, for the infinite better, Drew and Cody

both...the cock that ached to reproduce again, to fit inside Cody and fill him

with puppies again, knot him at the hilt, tying him them together, letting the

sperm find its way and fertilize Cody as willing, loving, needful vessel.            He was doing it already - instances that troubled them

both, at first, before accepting them, totally in secret, not wanting to tell Drew,

not yet - but Cody was worshipping, submitting, Bligh's penis, already.            There was a moment two days ago while Drew was at school -

Bligh had wanted a Coke from the fridge, and Cody had teased him to go get it

himself. And then - they were on the couch, Cody was playing his DS because

that new Pokémon game had just come out - Bligh, a little miffed and he really

should not have been, had felt his cock start to get hard, and Cody looked at

it and his ears had swiveled and flattened and he scurried off to the kitchen

to get that Coke.            And then again, when Cody said he was going to clean the

stove and Bligh had said no, those chemicals might be bad for the puppies if he

inhaled them too much. And Cody had rolled his eyes and said he was fine,

grabbing some paper towels...and again Bligh felt his penis harden, peek through

some, and Cody had glanced at it, put the paper towels back, apologized and

slunk off.            They were changing, together - today, Bligh started giving

milk...            He was turning, turning again, he was evolving again, he

could feel it, his skin and his hair and his fur and his teeth could feel it

and he was excited, as much as it scared him it made him feel alive.             He was assuming a role - alpha, that word Drew had jokingly refused to call him - and his

body was changing to suit it. His penis ruled Cody and soon, he felt, he was

determined to make happen, it would Drew, it would make him pregnant too, he

decided, after it made Cody pregnant, again...            ...but right now, his penis, his pride, what bulged unseemly

if his jeans were too tight, that plump sheath and the hen's egg testicles

enrobed in the coal black fur - it was too large, it would harm the puppies, he

would have to wait.            When Bligh had been human, Bligh was very well endowed, to

the point his dick was something of a running joke on the football team, nine

inches erect, uncircumcised...but after his transformation - his elevation, his

evolution - it had become a magnificent, even majestic organ of canid virility,

one that would be impossible to tell he even had if he was wearing pants, such

was the way their bodies were shaped.             It would jostle very slightly, as full and plump as it was

in his sheath, when he walked, complemented by the swaying wag of his plumed

black tail.            In a hefty, heavy canine sheath of coal-black fur above

hen's egg sized testicles, which caused a sizable bulge in jeans that were a

size too tight, was an eleven-inch spear that resembled for all the world the

penis of a mighty hound - glistening, red the color of precious rubies, criscrossed

with purplish veins from blood pumped from that same strong dog's heart.             Bligh swore, to himself, that his penis had a mind of its

own: last night it twitched, painfully erect, with every heartbeat, as he sat

on the couch, up late and alone, too horny to join his husbands for bed because

he was too violently aroused by Cody's pregnant body, so curvy and plump though

still slender and boyish...Bligh could actually, viscerally feel his cock yearn

to sire, to father, to make Cody carry more of his own young, not just twins

this time but for four, six, a full litter, his belly would be enormous but

delicious with its curves and its fertility. And his puppies would be strong

and fit, they'd look like Duke, his late dog who changed him into this form

first, but they'd be black, coal-black like Bligh's own fur, strong and fit and

healthy, taking after their daddy with handsome, fat, wickedly conspicuous

sheaths holding large, fertile dicks.            It was his own preoccupation and he knew why, it was Cody,

Cody making hormones and scents and invading his brain and making him want to

be, and then letting him become, an alpha, a true alpha, and he pretended to himself that he minded, for Drew's

sake, for their own equality's sake, but...he didn't.            He loved it.            Inside his own private depravity, the growls and snarls he

kept making of tangible satisfaction, tail sweeping broadly, hitting the nightstand

with rhythmic thumps, Bligh used his tongue to go from swollen nipple to

swollen nipple, savoring the taste, succulent and incomparable, the way it

splashed his tongue with an immediate dulcet taste and fade at once with a creamy

finish, it saturated his whole mouth and he craved it, he craved it as he

craved air to breathe, each teat, each one, he would suckle in turn.            But he was presently aware of something - something off - Cody's sounds of swimming joy at

having his sensitive nipples serviced with such relish had abated, and then

stopped.            Bligh's head shot up to see what had happened, what was

wrong.            Cody's eyes had become focused on Bligh's full-mast cock,

proudly out, tracing a line on the pregnant belly with its faint, residual

moisture, his mouth half-open and obviously drool coming through his own fangs -

a clear liquid that gathered at his lips that he smacked away, embarrassed,

ears flattening again, with the back of his hand.            Bligh could feel the familiar sense of his cock abruptly

being full, and he let loose a quick spurt of pre - involuntarily, but still

with a fanged grunt that made him seem like he was in full control of it.            He smirked, a fang appearing over his lips, suspecting

something:

            "Yew - hungry again, ain't

ya?"            Cody nodded, his face developing a flush that started out

as embarrassed, but which morphed, with his expression, into outward insistence.            Bligh slid off the bed, legs going up to avoid Cody's

belly, so that with a few quick steps he was standing by him, penis wafting his

characteristic woodsy musk off the shaft like a steam, all tantalizingly close

to Cody's mouth.            "S'tell me sumthin--" he said, his voice thick

with arousal. "Ya gonna eat?"            Cody's breaths picked up speed, becoming pants, then rapid

little cries, and with the desperation of a starving man he grabbed Bligh's

shaft - pigeon's blood, livid with veins, a masterpiece of fertile canid

biological design - and forced the tapered tip into his mouth.            Bligh gasped aloud at the starfire of sensation that

exploded in his brain as the boy's needful tongue darted about his shaft, and

he pressed forward to get more of it in, Cody diligently - enthusiastically -

sucking as much as he could.            This - even more than their bodies mutating

further as pack-animals - was their secret, this was the curtain pulled back,

what Cody had wanted to continue, just the two of them, Cody and Bligh, what

Bligh himself, in his moments of lucidity, had been so reluctant to start back

up...            Cody had to hide it, never brought it up, and it was

painful for him, Bligh knew, painful for him to lie to Drew that nothing was

wrong or unusual, but he needed to - Drew wouldn't understand, or he would try

to understand and know the truth and he would invade it with his science and

his tests and he would spoil the magic...and Cody's skin crackled, it was

obvious, for magic, for magic only for he and Bligh.            They knew, the three of them, that cum tasted good, it was

a little addictive too, and it was a fun thing to do, suck and swallow.            But this was different.            Cody wasn't just sucking Bligh's dick anymore - he was

feasting, supping, eating, feeding.            And he had brought Bligh, just that day, that day alone, to

orgasm five, now working on a sixth time.             Each time he would guzzle it down, each time he would lick

and whimper when the flow of cum stopped.            He'd be okay, he said, that was the last time - each time -

that he could do this, he could fight this.            But he couldn't.             He tried, he looked like he tried, but never could.            He would take several breaths, scoot to the edge of the

bed, his belly bulging and fat with the twins drooping onto his thighs.            And then he would moan, Bligh would watch him rub his

stomach and he'd whimper, pitifully, his tawny ears would go flat and Bligh

would feel his balls start to churn and his penis go back out fullmast from its

return to the sheath...and he'd let Cody suck again, feed again.            Bligh wasn't science smart like Drew but he could guess -

something about Cody being pregnant made him want to suck his dick and get more

cum.             They were different, they were better - Drew kept saying

they weren't human and weren't normal by human standards, so maybe this was

their way of being normal...the last days of pregnancy when Cody needed all the

nutrients he could get.             And his cum...had

gotten thicker later, he could've sworn, changing, changing like the rest of

him, responding to being around Cody, heavily pregnant, his cum suddenly

fortified with nutrients...            Bligh watched Cody slide up and down on his cock, he saw

him, then felt him, reach to grasp his knot - he squeezed it, and Bligh

growled, gritting his teeth, feeling the precum shoot through his shaft, his

ears standing upright, at attention, filled with the loud wet, hungry, slurping

noises as Cody was eating it.            Bligh remembered earlier that morning, after cumming the

first time, Cody complained about how hungry he was, and Bligh had said they

needed to make food, but Cody shook his head, he looked so ashamed, and Bligh

was still taking deep breaths, his speech halting and broken - when Cody,

roughly, grabbed his dick, defiant, affirming that this was what he meant, that Bligh himself was all the food he

needed.             It made Bligh want to cum - again.            Even at this point his balls didn't hurt, he figured they

would but they didn't...Drew hadn't noticed but Bligh was certain they were

heavier, fatter, he was certain they, as a part of his body that itself seemed

to be getting stranger, better, by the day, were changing too - Cody said so,

he said so and he wondered out loud, like Bligh had, that they were giving him

food for being pregnant.            Food he couldn't stop eating.            The third time his mouth was still full of cum, sticky with

it, he was trying to swallow it but needed to talk, muffled, with his mouth

full:             "More...I need more."

            And Bligh didn't laugh, didn't tease, he understood, as

tender and as overspent as his shaft was he nodded, he would let Cody have more.            And now - now Bligh reveled in Cody's submission, he

thrusted into the boy's mouth, forcing him to breath out his nose, making him

work for the cum he craved.             Already Bligh's penis was a symbol of authority, something

Cody deferred to, submitted to, and worshipped...and Bligh, despite his better

judgment, whatever judgment his canine half had left him, fucking loved it.             He was the leader of their pack, the head of their family,

the patriarch whose penis, lifegiver, lawgiver, ruled supreme - soon Drew would

give in, like the way Cody had, and maybe...maybe Stevie, too...            Bligh was aware of Cody's tail, angrily tussling the

milk-stained sheets - he saw that Cody had kept one hand wrapped around Bligh's

cock but another wrapped around his own, stroking it, trying to bring himself

to orgasm...his mouth was filled with penis but it rang with plaintive sounds,

again that searing borderland between Heaven and Hell.            Bligh snickered - Cody cried out, lips still wrapped tight

against his cock, every nerve-ending on it screaming at him for release, the

room rising with a reek of their combined scents, Bligh's musk, Cody's sweet

milk.            The Pup waited had long enough for this meal - and it was a meal - and he had waited long

enough, too, to cum on his own.            "G'on Pup--" he said with a cackle. "G'on

n'eat up--"            As all six of his nipples bloomed with sensitivity and

drooled with milk, Bligh let go, growling in his throat because it felt so

right and natural to make that sound now, and came, a pressured, sputtering

fountain, in Cody's mouth...a sixth time.            The cum was thick and viscous, a greyish syrup-soup that

Cody rammed his face against Bligh's shaft to obtain - he fed, swallowed, as

desert-parched nomad drinks from an oasis, the small deluge, for even after the

sixth time Bligh was still producing admirably, gelatin of sperm-packed

deliciousness.             Unable to hold it in longer himself, Cody's hand had

accelerated, up and down, faster and faster, until - still with a mouthful of

Bligh - he came also, a sputtered dribble, paltry and thin compared to Bligh's

nourishing flood, climaxing with a brief, shooting eruption of milk from his

teats, all with a long, drawn out cry of pure ecstasy, and completeness.            At last their mutual orgasms ebbed, the flow of semen

ceased - Cody withdrew, the moist slop

sound of the massive canid organ leaving his lips, and he rolled back onto the

pillow, shutting his eyes, breathing heavy.            Bligh still stood beside the bed, his penis in the low tide

of post-orgasmic throb, his head a cloud of afterglow - he knelt, slightly,

taking one hand to wipe off the dampness of his own milk into his leg fur, and

another a hand to brush the boy's hair and nuzzle his cheek.            "Yew - y'aight Pup?"            Cody's eyes opened and he beamed - that smile, that

beautiful shining beacon that always made Bligh's chest tight.            "Y-yeah--" He took a deep breath. "Yeah - I'm - I'm great."            Bligh got to his knees, his tail draped over his leg, at

eye level with Cody, flat on his back on the bed - the two regarded each other

in happy silence, a paradise-haze of uninterrupted bliss that flowed, mutually,

between them.            Bligh's hand slowly crept up into the sheets, and Cody

caught it, and they held their hands together, closed with a kiss, a mere

pressing of lips in the mellowing quiet.            They both sensed that this should be the end, for now, of

their intimacy, the private universe that allowed only for them, the connection

that Cody had wanted more of, that Bligh had acquiesced to, reluctantly only at

first - Cody separated from the kiss, smiling.            "That was great - this - all this has been

great."            Bligh smirked. "Zat so, now?"            Cody sat up, bringing covers to himself to mop up the milk

that his orgasm had him spill - the adjustment, the comedown, from the

depravity, the wildfire-passion of their time together, to something that

resembled normal was effortless, but it was sad, and they both felt it...Cody

tried to put on his best face, a weakened smile.             "Y-yeah - don't

you think so?"            "Oh - man, yeah, fuck yeah!" was Bligh's rapid

answer, ended with a humbled titter. "I--" His ear swiveled and he

felt his tail begin to lazily wag. "I'm sorry we dun - spend time like

this like ya like--"            "It's okay..." Cody interrupted, nuzzling his

beard. "We - we did it today and we'll do it again soon..."            Their cheeks pressed together, Bligh inhaled Cody's smell,

the candied intoxicant, a low cackle building in his throat. "I - I love yew,

Pup."            "I love you too, Bligh." Cody stole a kiss from

Bligh's cheek, resuming his place in the covers, on the pillow - he threw off

the blankets to show Bligh his pregnant body, rubbing his belly with a small

little laugh that passed as vapor into the room. "And I - I love this -

being this full of - of you--"            Bligh tittered, but his sheath began to swell, once more,

at Cody's words, and his words came blunt and rude:            "My - pups or my - uh, my cum?"            Cody made the same little laugh, stronger this time:

"Well both, but - right now, y-your - your cum."            Bligh smirked, leaning back, trying to catch the light to

glint of his tongue and stripe his face from the blinds.            A slow blush returned to Cody's face: "It's - I've got

so much of you inside me, it's - it's like I'm so close to you..." He seemed

to grow concerned. "Is that - weird?"            Bligh knelt again to kiss his forehead, his beard bristling

against it, taking his fingers to massage the tips off the boy's furry ear.

"Nah, Pup - t'ain't weird, not at all..." And then with a snicker.

"Yanno I love that too."            Cody closed his eyes, beaming. "Good--" He

giggled, a dreamy look coming to his face. "It's just - so great - gosh I could - I could do this

all day..."            "Me - uh, me too..." Bligh's ear twitched, suddenly

excited, the swell in his sheath allowing his penis to poke through once more:

"Yew - ya want more?"            Cody's eyes opened at a comfortable length, the smile

fading into something mischievous - and, Bligh thought, very cute.

"I - y-yeah, but--" He shook his head. "N-not right now...I'm a

little..." His hand flew as a fist to his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he

burped. "Maybe - uh, um - little too

full."            Bligh grinned, knowing his fangs would be out over his

lips, a perverse pride coursing through him - he said nothing, he only tittered,

a little darkly, the unrestricted rampage of his growing alpha destiny far

fainter, but still there, still lurking.            In the space of the instant, however, he suppressed it - he

would let it come again, maybe soon, but now, not             "Drew gonna be home soon, yanno..."             Cody nodded. "Yeah...and we're uh--" He motioned

between the two of them with a playful cringe. "We're kinda - gross."            Bligh tittered. "I mean I--" He lifted his arms to

stretch, taut muscles unfurling with the movement - they came down with a

whooshing breath, arms folded across his chest with a smirk. "Yanno how I

feel bout that."            Cody rolled his eyes, the same playfulness. "Yeah, I

know - but you know how I feel about

that..." He giggled. "I like to be clean!"            Bligh nodded, slowly, conceding the point. "Aight,

aight..." He held out a hand - Cody smiled sheepishly, and took it.

"Why dun we warsh up then?"            "Sure..." Cody said with a small smile - and Bligh

pulled him, gently, from the bed.            The two shared a small hug, Bligh a head taller but letting

himself cup the belly that held his children one more time, planting a kiss on

Cody's forehead.            They walked together, Cody first, holding hands, to the

bathroom, and it Cody who opened the shower curtain, bending slightly - as much

as his belly allowed him - to turn on the water, with Bligh behind him to turn

on the light and turn on the fan.             The water warmed up quickly as it always did and Cody went

in first, Bligh doing the same from the other end - he saw Cody catch the

stream and his milk washed off of him, pale rivulets, they dripped off his

pregnant belly and vanished down the drain.            His shaggy hair became wet and matted around his eyes, and

he took his fingers to slick it back so he could see - Bligh watched him, the

spray from the shower reaching him in a half-chilly mist, he would let Cody

clean off first...            It was only a moment - a flash of nothing - but Cody

noticed, or felt, or sensed, that Bligh was looking at him, looking him over,

watching him.            The two smiled at each other and it was the same

hesitation, the same vague anxiety, for no reason at all and yet by perfect

design they remember how fragile they were, how without some small kinks in the

timeline of their lives they would have never met and none of this would have

ever happened - Cody would still be human, Bligh would still be alone, Drew and

Stevie somewhere else...            "Hey," Cody said, the shower streaming off his

hair, down his back, a waterfall that crashed to the floor.            Bligh smirked, taking a step forward, feeling his footpaws

get wet. "Sup."            Without another word, Bligh took Cody's hands, both of

them, and wrapped them in his own.            Cody shuffled to give Bligh room, half-foot of height

difference between them, and under the shower, the pouring water, they kissed -

again, a coda.            But they did not have this long: from somewhere distant

outside the bathroom they heard a door close - they parted their kiss, looking

toward the bathroom door, then to each other.            "Drew's home..." Bligh said with a smirk.            "Yeah," Cody said with a nod.