{"sf1_id":889440,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Dogs: Hand In Heart - Thy Love More Than Wine","author":"Aux Chiens","words":6538,"posted_at":"2015-07-22T06:56:00.000Z","tags":["Alpha","Bligh","Character Development","Cum","Cum Swallowing","Gay Relationships","Impregnation","Kissing","Lactation","M/M","Male","Male Pregnancy","Male lactation","Milk","Plot Development","Pregnancy fetish","Semen addiction","Story Progression","Submission","domination","leaking","licking","nipples","orgasm","semen","urination","urine"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/889440-the-dogs-hand-in-heart-thy-love-more-than-wine","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/889440","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=889440\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"            Their bedroom stank, actually stunk, a clinging odor that raked the air, the combined smells,\nBligh and Cody, both of them - Bligh's Earthen musky woodsiness, Cody's\nmellifluous cream.             Bligh finished sending the text message - he sat on the\nedge of the bed, turning to Cody, who looked at him with an enigmatic\nexpression, somewhere between delight and worry, his body covered by the\nblanket on the bed, his face still flush, ears flattened and atwitch.             \"Did - you tell him?\"            \"Yeah,\" Bligh answered softly. \"I told\nem.\"            He reached down to his nipples - the sticky secretion came\nforth, and he rubbed it, frowning, into his furry chest.\n\"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\nhis way back home, told Stevie not ta come.\"            \"Oh,\" said Cody, a quiet, disappointed sigh.\n\"Steve's not coming?\"            Bligh's mouth twinged. \"Pup, I know yew wanna see em,\nbut right now--\"             \"I know,\" Cody finished for him - he sighed\nagain, 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\nhis erect cock slap at his flat, sculpted, hairy stomach - the West Virginia\nsteel smelted by the soft coal of his body hair - where it met a trickle of milk,\nhis milk.            ...he glanced down at his penis, eleven inches with his knot,\nangrily erect, refusing to yield to his own shame and embarrassment.            \"Pray ta God this ain't - sumthin that lasts\nforever.\"             He stretched, trying to take a few steps to the bathroom\nwhen he heard Cody behind him:            \"Why - why would you want it to end?\"            Bligh whipped back, his hatless hair, a nest of crow's\nfeathers made wild and unusually unkempt by their afternoon together, falling\nin a cascade with the motion of his head - his ears twitched amidst it all,\ngoing flat.            He furrowed his eyebrows, frowning. \"Pup, why - yew\nreally want this ta keep happenin? Me n'yew all damn day? Ain't tellin\nDrew--?\"            Cody cut him off with a small, vulnerable murmur: \"Because\nI love being this close to you, Bligh.\"             Bligh didn't make it to the bathroom - he paused there in\nthe doorway, turning around, feeling his tail wag even when it shouldn't have,\nthumping against the doorframe.            He did not look at Cody - he couldn't.            \"Why?\" he muttered back. \"C'mon Pup, this is\nfucked up, what's goin on--\"            Cody lowered the blanket - exposing himself. His teats were\nstill swollen from the arousal he was still feeling, his voice soft and a\nlittle strained because of the hormones coursing through him, projecting into pheromones\nthat choked the air between them:            \"I don't care.\"            Bligh's eyes lingered on Cody's body, the bulging belly,\nthe sopping teats - he felt his cock twitch at the thought of suckling them\nagain, hearing this boy, this perfect boy, cry out his name in devotion and\nsexual euphoria, the animal arousal at the sight of half-dog half-human\nnipples, leaky, needy...it all crashed into him a single savage thrill  that was immediately followed by a cold wave\nof guilt.            His eyes fell back to the floor - his ears drooped.            He needed to piss and he needed to smoke but Cody -\nprincely, queenly - held power over him.            \"Why?\" he asked again, near hoarse.            \"Bligh...you - you and Andy have this - this whole\nthing, you two, all the time you spent - spent together, growing up together,\nand I never got to be a part of that. I mean - I heard about you all the time\nbut - I feel left out a lot, you know?\"            An abortive, croaking noise came from Bligh's throat - he\nwas going to protest, or say he was sorry, or try to explain...but Cody shook his\nhead, with a single motion of flattened canid ears and shaggy hair, messy, like\nhis own, from the day Bligh was silenced.            \"No - listen. You get to have - so many special things\nwith him. And I have special things too with him, he--\" Cody paused,\nsighing. \"H-he saved me, you know that, but...\" He stopped again - he\nscratched his eyebrow, he cleared his throat, one of his ears twitched.\n\"What do we have? You and me?\"            Bligh was taken offguard by the question - he thought that\nit should have been obvious, to the point that it should never have been given\nwords at all, this life they had built together, this trio, this polyamory, this family, with Stevie as near-human\nbrother-in-law too...what grew inside Cody's belly, twins, puppies that they had\nmade together and swore to love and guard and cherish.             Was that not enoug? would have been Bligh's question, back\nat Cody, in the midst of the tension that made the pleasant October afternoon\nwith the golden-chartreuse coming in slits from the blinds. Was not it enough, all the cuddles, the\nbreakfasts and the dinners and the Wii games and the television shows, was it\nall not enough for him?            But Bligh studied Cody's face, the hazel eyes that waited\nfor him, that waited for the answer, with infinite patience but with an\nunyielding riddle.             It was not enough at all.             The family, their family, was positive and it was\nsupportive and it was happy, but between the two of them, Cody and Bligh, it\nwas improvised...they had acted like they had known each other for years and it\nseemed natural, but it wasn't, it was hollow, it was lacking roots, a past,\neven if it had a certain future.            He swallowed, hard.            \"Whatchu want, Pup?\" Bligh whispered.\n\"Whatchu want, yew n'me?\"            \"I want this,\" Cody whispered back, his ear\ntwitching again. \"I want this - you and me and - pretending the world out\nthere--\" He motioned with his head, something he had picked up from Drew\n\"--doesn't - exist. Just the two of us and - this room, together.\"            He nodded - slowly at first, picking up speed, shutting his\neyes, abashed, done in, by the truth, by the desire.            \"Aight,\" he said, a swelling lump overtaking his\nthroat. \"Aight - I can - I do that.\"            Cody nodded. \"Go to the bathroom,\" he said, voice\nincreasing in volume, pulling the sheet back up to cover himself once more.\n\"And then come back to me.\" He seemed to force one of his kind, warm\nsmiles. \"Okay?\"            Bligh forced his own trademark smirk back at him.\n\"Okay, Pup...\"            He sauntered into the bathroom, the tile cold against his\nfootpads, his penis still erect, still livid, embarrassingly uncooperative - it\nwould not go down and it remained firm against him, propped up the bone inside\nit, what Drew had told him was called a baculum.            This was too much of a crapshoot to try and use the toilet,\nBligh 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\nit would go without hurting himself, and he tilted his head back to the\nceiling, trying to relax - he felt his bladder empty, a forking spurt of urine\nthat splashed in vanishing particles back onto him, warm and acrid, a blasting\ncocktail of scent-markers that struck his nose, the woodsy-forest notions of den and home and safe, the\npossessive qualities of himself to himself\nin his own territory.            The smell - the musk - was far stronger than had it been\njust weeks ago, Cody's pregnancy making Bligh's body a rising chaos of wild\nnewness.            But he tried to clear his head, to let his endocrine\nsystem- a forgotten term from high school Bio that Drew, being Drew, would use\nin everyday conversation - do its thing, because if he thought too long about\nwhat was going on right now his penis, which he half-fancied had a mind of its\nown anyhow, would become ferociously hard yet again...it was a miracle it had\nsoftened enough to let him piss.            He felt the flow of urine begin to abate and his free hand\ncame to his chest, to again feel the bare stickiness that had begun to\ncoagulate on his nipple.             He shook his head, letting a long, low, harsh sigh escape\nhim.            This was what he texted Drew about - his body was changing\njust like Cody's was changing, really just like their bodies had already changed...just as Bligh had been\nunready for the first, most profound change, from human to half-dog, he was\nunwilling for this, also, so sudden and so sudden and so weird.            He did not why it was happening - he shook away the last\ndroplets of urine as he turned away, slowly, from the bathtub - but he was sure\nDrew would figure it out.            Maybe - maybe, Bligh thought to himself as he paced,\nslowly, back to the bedroom - maybe this was all in the design of their\nspecies, so brand new, so poorly explored...maybe the father, the fathers, he and\nDrew, would have to feed the puppies milk also.          Maybe this was no accident, maybe this\nwas a good thing - a great thing.            But the thought still gave him a passing feeling of\nanxiousness that he tried to suppress - he always tried to be the man his\ngrandfather had raised him to be, never show weakness, always be strong for\nthose who counted on him...            ...and Cody counted on him, today, every day.            Back in the doorway he appeared - Cody was waiting for him,\nthe look on his face had turned from fearfully insistent to something that\nlooked almost frightened, vulnerable, a rawness so brittle Bligh, moving\ntowards the bed with him in it, had the passing sensation that merely touching\nhim might make him bleed.            Cody scooted over and Bligh resumed his position next to\nhim on the outside of the bed, the sheets still damp from his leaking milk -\ntheir faces met immediately, Cody's needful tongue pressing against Bligh's fangs.            Bligh threw out his arms and gripped him - they embraced\ntightly.            In this kiss, in this meeting of bodies and minds and souls\nexpressed with tongue, lips, teeth - the magic of the moment, this moment,  waxed unbearable until it burst, stopping all\ntime, all movement of the Earth itself, so that the entire universe converged\nupon them, two people, two men, two dogs,\nlocked together.            Bligh's left hand slipped - down from Cody's back, past the\nsticky sweetness of the milk the boy's teats were producing in the\nhormone-soaked urgency of late stage canid-hybrid pregnancy, past them, until\nit came to the extrusion, Cody's belly, where one of his puppies, one of twins,\ndwelt, slept, soundly and safely.            It was jarring for both of them and they did not know why -\nthey separated, staring at each other, seconds passing as forgotten forevers,\nBligh's hand having jerked away as though it had touched a hot stove.            From somewhere inside his memory, inside his past, the\ndivorce of five states away where he was now in Florida and where his genetics\nwould always lead him back to, West Virginia, something stirred.            He looked down - he looked down at Cody's stretched,\nbloated stomach, his teats, all ten of them in a diminishing diagonal milkline,\nframing it, the lives, the pair of heartbeats, that belonged to he and his best\nfriend, soul mate, husband, Drew, absent but still there, still felt.            Bligh looked down at himself - his own nipples had started\nto leak, again, very slight but still noticeable, some of the creamy liquid,\nthe 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\neyes glimmering in the slit Autumnal light - he looked up at Cody and then he\nshut his eyes, he shook his head, gritting his teeth so that his fangs pressed\nagainst his lips.             \"Wh-what - what is it?\" came Cody's voice,\ntremulous.            \"It's--\" Bligh swallowed, feeling tears come to\nhim, and a laugh at the same time, inside the old admonishment from Drew to not\nbe so emotional. \"S-sumthin Pappy used ta say when there'd be a new - uh,\na new baby born in the church.\"            \"What did he - what did he say?\"            Bligh's wavered and then wilted, he opened his mouth, then\nclosed it, taking a deep breath before the emotions hit him, and hit him hard -\nhe allowed the feeling to attack him like a radiant immolation, burning away\nhis inhibitions.            \"He'd - he'd quote Jeremiah, Chapter One, Verse Five--\"\n            With one hand he brought Cody's face closer to his, and\nwith the other he cupped, from the bottom, Cody's pregnant stomach, and he\nquoted from the Bible, from his grandfather, from his past, from his roots:            \"Before I formed\nthee in the belly I knew thee...\"            Cody was silent - the two stared at each other, Bligh's\nhand unrelenting, protective of what it held, and they remained like this, the\nenduring weight of holy words keeping them inseparable in a moment that did not\nallow time to flow.            From Cody's mouth came a pattern of breaths that grew in\nvolume until they climaxed with a marvel-filled whisper: \"Th-that's -\nthat's beautiful, Bligh.\"             His ears fluttered, and then flattened, the hazel of his\neyes glimmered, and then became wet, and his face crumpled in on itself as he\ntried to hold back something - a humility, Bligh sensed, a dread weight that no\none 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\nhis free hand to lift Cody's chin, and then, in answer, kissed the fresh tears\nfrom his cheek, letting them moisten his lips.            \"Yer\nbeautiful, Pup,\" he said back, barely a breath to Cody's ear.            He heard Cody whimper - a gorgeously overwhelmed noise -\nand they kissed, again, gently pressing their mouths together until their tongues\nmet, Bligh's hand running through Cody's hair and scritching the space behind\nhis ear which fluttered its thanks, and their heads were held together this\nway, separating only so that Bligh could lick Cody's face, the instinctual\nrough bath of his cheeks in saliva, the action of beasts, the courtship of\ndogs.            They paused to catch their breath: Bligh tittered, that\nstrange little laugh Stevie would call him out on, as Cody panted, seeming\nnigh-delirious - he fell forward, slightly, into Bligh's arms, into that silky\nmat 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\nlocking together once more.            \"Love yew too, Pup...\" he murmured.            Cody shut his eyes and nuzzled Bligh's beard - softly at\nfirst, but then harder, and then his mouth was back upon Bligh's lips again,\nhis eyes opening wide and then narrowing in tandem with an immodest moan, a\nhigh-pitched exclamation on the tottering precipice of exquisite but painful\nlust, his penis not shooting pre like Bligh's did anymore, but dribbling it, a\nlow-pressure flow - it was something Drew had noted as being anomalous since he\nhad gotten pregnant but Cody said he knew why, and he had told Bligh in private\nthat his dick didn't really matter anymore, only his womb, only his tits, and\nhe was fine with that, he knew that Drew referred to himself with pride as\nBligh's bitch but Cody's very body\nwas built to actually be one, carrying the pups for Drew and Bligh, his family,\nhis pack.            With the dripping of pre from his scarlet, tapered, canid\ncock came the raised little mounds of his teats suddenly turning pink and enflamed,\nand letting out trickles of milk in perfect unison...            Bligh saw them, saw his lover's mutated - yet, still,\nperfect - body respond to him, just\nhim, the alpha, the king, Drew was not here and though he would give his soul\nfor Drew if God Himself demanded it there was now only the devil of his own\nbestial instincts.            He growled, feeling in his throat the noise that other\nhumans were incapable of making - he pushed Cody back on the pillow, letting\nhis tongue loll out, framed by his fangs, his hair falling into a tickling\ncascade on Cody's stomach, and there he affixed his mouth to a lucky teat and\nsuckled hard as though he was one of the puppies he had fathered.            Inside Cody's ecstatic moans Bligh found himself trying to\nrationalize this - trying, and failing, letting only the transcendent pleasure\nof the neverending cascade of sensuality pilot his actions, his crashed logic.            He loved Cody, he loved Drew, he even loved Stevie, and\nusually, any other time, he wanted them to be a family of equals - but not now.\n            He wanted to be lord and he wanted to rule over Cody, he\nwanted Cody to submit to him and worship the cock that made him pregnant, the\ncock that hung, now, like an angelic weapon, a dagger, pointed, ready to stab\nand maim and change like it had changed, for the infinite better, Drew and Cody\nboth...the cock that ached to reproduce again, to fit inside Cody and fill him\nwith puppies again, knot him at the hilt, tying him them together, letting the\nsperm find its way and fertilize Cody as willing, loving, needful vessel.            He was doing it already - instances that troubled them\nboth, at first, before accepting them, totally in secret, not wanting to tell Drew,\nnot yet - but Cody was worshipping, submitting, Bligh's penis, already.            There was a moment two days ago while Drew was at school -\nBligh had wanted a Coke from the fridge, and Cody had teased him to go get it\nhimself. And then - they were on the couch, Cody was playing his DS because\nthat new Pokémon game had just come out - Bligh, a little miffed and he really\nshould not have been, had felt his cock start to get hard, and Cody looked at\nit and his ears had swiveled and flattened and he scurried off to the kitchen\nto get that Coke.            And then again, when Cody said he was going to clean the\nstove and Bligh had said no, those chemicals might be bad for the puppies if he\ninhaled them too much. And Cody had rolled his eyes and said he was fine,\ngrabbing some paper towels...and again Bligh felt his penis harden, peek through\nsome, and Cody had glanced at it, put the paper towels back, apologized and\nslunk off.            They were changing, together - today, Bligh started giving\nmilk...            He was turning, turning again, he was evolving again, he\ncould feel it, his skin and his hair and his fur and his teeth could feel it\nand 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\nbody was changing to suit it. His penis ruled Cody and soon, he felt, he was\ndetermined to make happen, it would Drew, it would make him pregnant too, he\ndecided, after it made Cody pregnant, again...            ...but right now, his penis, his pride, what bulged unseemly\nif his jeans were too tight, that plump sheath and the hen's egg testicles\nenrobed in the coal black fur - it was too large, it would harm the puppies, he\nwould have to wait.            When Bligh had been human, Bligh was very well endowed, to\nthe point his dick was something of a running joke on the football team, nine\ninches erect, uncircumcised...but after his transformation - his elevation, his\nevolution - it had become a magnificent, even majestic organ of canid virility,\none that would be impossible to tell he even had if he was wearing pants, such\nwas the way their bodies were shaped.             It would jostle very slightly, as full and plump as it was\nin his sheath, when he walked, complemented by the swaying wag of his plumed\nblack tail.            In a hefty, heavy canine sheath of coal-black fur above\nhen's egg sized testicles, which caused a sizable bulge in jeans that were a\nsize too tight, was an eleven-inch spear that resembled for all the world the\npenis of a mighty hound - glistening, red the color of precious rubies, criscrossed\nwith purplish veins from blood pumped from that same strong dog's heart.             Bligh swore, to himself, that his penis had a mind of its\nown: last night it twitched, painfully erect, with every heartbeat, as he sat\non the couch, up late and alone, too horny to join his husbands for bed because\nhe was too violently aroused by Cody's pregnant body, so curvy and plump though\nstill slender and boyish...Bligh could actually, viscerally feel his cock yearn\nto sire, to father, to make Cody carry more of his own young, not just twins\nthis time but for four, six, a full litter, his belly would be enormous but\ndelicious with its curves and its fertility. And his puppies would be strong\nand fit, they'd look like Duke, his late dog who changed him into this form\nfirst, but they'd be black, coal-black like Bligh's own fur, strong and fit and\nhealthy, taking after their daddy with handsome, fat, wickedly conspicuous\nsheaths holding large, fertile dicks.            It was his own preoccupation and he knew why, it was Cody,\nCody making hormones and scents and invading his brain and making him want to\nbe, and then letting him become, an alpha, a true alpha, and he pretended to himself that he minded, for Drew's\nsake, for their own equality's sake, but...he didn't.            He loved it.            Inside his own private depravity, the growls and snarls he\nkept making of tangible satisfaction, tail sweeping broadly, hitting the nightstand\nwith rhythmic thumps, Bligh used his tongue to go from swollen nipple to\nswollen nipple, savoring the taste, succulent and incomparable, the way it\nsplashed his tongue with an immediate dulcet taste and fade at once with a creamy\nfinish, it saturated his whole mouth and he craved it, he craved it as he\ncraved 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\nhaving his sensitive nipples serviced with such relish had abated, and then\nstopped.            Bligh's head shot up to see what had happened, what was\nwrong.            Cody's eyes had become focused on Bligh's full-mast cock,\nproudly out, tracing a line on the pregnant belly with its faint, residual\nmoisture, his mouth half-open and obviously drool coming through his own fangs -\na clear liquid that gathered at his lips that he smacked away, embarrassed,\nears flattening again, with the back of his hand.            Bligh could feel the familiar sense of his cock abruptly\nbeing full, and he let loose a quick spurt of pre - involuntarily, but still\nwith a fanged grunt that made him seem like he was in full control of it.            He smirked, a fang appearing over his lips, suspecting\nsomething:\n            \"Yew - hungry again, ain't\nya?\"            Cody nodded, his face developing a flush that started out\nas embarrassed, but which morphed, with his expression, into outward insistence.            Bligh slid off the bed, legs going up to avoid Cody's\nbelly, so that with a few quick steps he was standing by him, penis wafting his\ncharacteristic woodsy musk off the shaft like a steam, all tantalizingly close\nto Cody's mouth.            \"S'tell me sumthin--\" he said, his voice thick\nwith arousal. \"Ya gonna eat?\"            Cody's breaths picked up speed, becoming pants, then rapid\nlittle cries, and with the desperation of a starving man he grabbed Bligh's\nshaft - pigeon's blood, livid with veins, a masterpiece of fertile canid\nbiological design - and forced the tapered tip into his mouth.            Bligh gasped aloud at the starfire of sensation that\nexploded in his brain as the boy's needful tongue darted about his shaft, and\nhe pressed forward to get more of it in, Cody diligently - enthusiastically -\nsucking as much as he could.            This - even more than their bodies mutating\nfurther as pack-animals - was their secret, this was the curtain pulled back,\nwhat Cody had wanted to continue, just the two of them, Cody and Bligh, what\nBligh himself, in his moments of lucidity, had been so reluctant to start back\nup...            Cody had to hide it, never brought it up, and it was\npainful for him, Bligh knew, painful for him to lie to Drew that nothing was\nwrong or unusual, but he needed to - Drew wouldn't understand, or he would try\nto understand and know the truth and he would invade it with his science and\nhis tests and he would spoil the magic...and Cody's skin crackled, it was\nobvious, for magic, for magic only for he and Bligh.            They knew, the three of them, that cum tasted good, it was\na 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\nfeasting, supping, eating, feeding.            And he had brought Bligh, just that day, that day alone, to\norgasm five, now working on a sixth time.             Each time he would guzzle it down, each time he would lick\nand whimper when the flow of cum stopped.            He'd be okay, he said, that was the last time - each time -\nthat 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\nbed, his belly bulging and fat with the twins drooping onto his thighs.            And then he would moan, Bligh would watch him rub his\nstomach and he'd whimper, pitifully, his tawny ears would go flat and Bligh\nwould feel his balls start to churn and his penis go back out fullmast from its\nreturn to the sheath...and he'd let Cody suck again, feed again.            Bligh wasn't science smart like Drew but he could guess -\nsomething about Cody being pregnant made him want to suck his dick and get more\ncum.             They were different, they were better - Drew kept saying\nthey weren't human and weren't normal by human standards, so maybe this was\ntheir way of being normal...the last days of pregnancy when Cody needed all the\nnutrients he could get.             And his cum...had\ngotten thicker later, he could've sworn, changing, changing like the rest of\nhim, responding to being around Cody, heavily pregnant, his cum suddenly\nfortified with nutrients...            Bligh watched Cody slide up and down on his cock, he saw\nhim, then felt him, reach to grasp his knot - he squeezed it, and Bligh\ngrowled, gritting his teeth, feeling the precum shoot through his shaft, his\nears standing upright, at attention, filled with the loud wet, hungry, slurping\nnoises as Cody was eating it.            Bligh remembered earlier that morning, after cumming the\nfirst time, Cody complained about how hungry he was, and Bligh had said they\nneeded to make food, but Cody shook his head, he looked so ashamed, and Bligh\nwas still taking deep breaths, his speech halting and broken - when Cody,\nroughly, grabbed his dick, defiant, affirming that this was what he meant, that Bligh himself was all the food he\nneeded.             It made Bligh want to cum - again.            Even at this point his balls didn't hurt, he figured they\nwould but they didn't...Drew hadn't noticed but Bligh was certain they were\nheavier, fatter, he was certain they, as a part of his body that itself seemed\nto be getting stranger, better, by the day, were changing too - Cody said so,\nhe said so and he wondered out loud, like Bligh had, that they were giving him\nfood for being pregnant.            Food he couldn't stop eating.            The third time his mouth was still full of cum, sticky with\nit, he was trying to swallow it but needed to talk, muffled, with his mouth\nfull:             \"More...I need more.\"\n            And Bligh didn't laugh, didn't tease, he understood, as\ntender 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\nthrusted into the boy's mouth, forcing him to breath out his nose, making him\nwork for the cum he craved.             Already Bligh's penis was a symbol of authority, something\nCody deferred to, submitted to, and worshipped...and Bligh, despite his better\njudgment, whatever judgment his canine half had left him, fucking loved it.             He was the leader of their pack, the head of their family,\nthe patriarch whose penis, lifegiver, lawgiver, ruled supreme - soon Drew would\ngive in, like the way Cody had, and maybe...maybe Stevie, too...            Bligh was aware of Cody's tail, angrily tussling the\nmilk-stained sheets - he saw that Cody had kept one hand wrapped around Bligh's\ncock but another wrapped around his own, stroking it, trying to bring himself\nto orgasm...his mouth was filled with penis but it rang with plaintive sounds,\nagain that searing borderland between Heaven and Hell.            Bligh snickered - Cody cried out, lips still wrapped tight\nagainst his cock, every nerve-ending on it screaming at him for release, the\nroom rising with a reek of their combined scents, Bligh's musk, Cody's sweet\nmilk.            The Pup waited had long enough for this meal - and it was a meal - and he had waited long\nenough, too, to cum on his own.            \"G'on Pup--\" he said with a cackle. \"G'on\nn'eat up--\"            As all six of his nipples bloomed with sensitivity and\ndrooled with milk, Bligh let go, growling in his throat because it felt so\nright and natural to make that sound now, and came, a pressured, sputtering\nfountain, in Cody's mouth...a sixth time.            The cum was thick and viscous, a greyish syrup-soup that\nCody rammed his face against Bligh's shaft to obtain - he fed, swallowed, as\ndesert-parched nomad drinks from an oasis, the small deluge, for even after the\nsixth time Bligh was still producing admirably, gelatin of sperm-packed\ndeliciousness.             Unable to hold it in longer himself, Cody's hand had\naccelerated, up and down, faster and faster, until - still with a mouthful of\nBligh - he came also, a sputtered dribble, paltry and thin compared to Bligh's\nnourishing flood, climaxing with a brief, shooting eruption of milk from his\nteats, all with a long, drawn out cry of pure ecstasy, and completeness.            At last their mutual orgasms ebbed, the flow of semen\nceased - Cody withdrew, the moist slop\nsound of the massive canid organ leaving his lips, and he rolled back onto the\npillow, shutting his eyes, breathing heavy.            Bligh still stood beside the bed, his penis in the low tide\nof post-orgasmic throb, his head a cloud of afterglow - he knelt, slightly,\ntaking one hand to wipe off the dampness of his own milk into his leg fur, and\nanother 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\nbeautiful 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\neye level with Cody, flat on his back on the bed - the two regarded each other\nin happy silence, a paradise-haze of uninterrupted bliss that flowed, mutually,\nbetween them.            Bligh's hand slowly crept up into the sheets, and Cody\ncaught it, and they held their hands together, closed with a kiss, a mere\npressing of lips in the mellowing quiet.            They both sensed that this should be the end, for now, of\ntheir intimacy, the private universe that allowed only for them, the connection\nthat Cody had wanted more of, that Bligh had acquiesced to, reluctantly only at\nfirst - Cody separated from the kiss, smiling.            \"That was great - this - all this has been\ngreat.\"            Bligh smirked. \"Zat so, now?\"            Cody sat up, bringing covers to himself to mop up the milk\nthat his orgasm had him spill - the adjustment, the comedown, from the\ndepravity, the wildfire-passion of their time together, to something that\nresembled normal was effortless, but it was sad, and they both felt it...Cody\ntried to put on his best face, a weakened smile.             \"Y-yeah - don't\nyou think so?\"            \"Oh - man, yeah, fuck yeah!\" was Bligh's rapid\nanswer, ended with a humbled titter. \"I--\" His ear swiveled and he\nfelt his tail begin to lazily wag. \"I'm sorry we dun - spend time like\nthis like ya like--\"            \"It's okay...\" Cody interrupted, nuzzling his\nbeard. \"We - we did it today and we'll do it again soon...\"            Their cheeks pressed together, Bligh inhaled Cody's smell,\nthe candied intoxicant, a low cackle building in his throat. \"I - I love yew,\nPup.\"            \"I love you too, Bligh.\" Cody stole a kiss from\nBligh's cheek, resuming his place in the covers, on the pillow - he threw off\nthe blankets to show Bligh his pregnant body, rubbing his belly with a small\nlittle laugh that passed as vapor into the room. \"And I - I love this -\nbeing this full of - of you--\"            Bligh tittered, but his sheath began to swell, once more,\nat 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:\n\"Well both, but - right now, y-your - your cum.\"            Bligh smirked, leaning back, trying to catch the light to\nglint of his tongue and stripe his face from the blinds.            A slow blush returned to Cody's face: \"It's - I've got\nso much of you inside me, it's - it's like I'm so close to you...\" He seemed\nto grow concerned. \"Is that - weird?\"            Bligh knelt again to kiss his forehead, his beard bristling\nagainst it, taking his fingers to massage the tips off the boy's furry ear.\n\"Nah, Pup - t'ain't weird, not at all...\" And then with a snicker.\n\"Yanno I love that too.\"            Cody closed his eyes, beaming. \"Good--\" He\ngiggled, a dreamy look coming to his face. \"It's just - so great - gosh I could - I could do this\nall day...\"            \"Me - uh, me too...\" Bligh's ear twitched, suddenly\nexcited, the swell in his sheath allowing his penis to poke through once more:\n\"Yew - ya want more?\"            Cody's eyes opened at a comfortable length, the smile\nfading into something mischievous - and, Bligh thought, very cute. \n\"I - y-yeah, but--\" He shook his head. \"N-not right now...I'm a\nlittle...\" His hand flew as a fist to his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he\nburped. \"Maybe - uh, um - little too\nfull.\"            Bligh grinned, knowing his fangs would be out over his\nlips, a perverse pride coursing through him - he said nothing, he only tittered,\na little darkly, the unrestricted rampage of his growing alpha destiny far\nfainter, but still there, still lurking.            In the space of the instant, however, he suppressed it - he\nwould let it come again, maybe soon, but now, not             \"Drew gonna be home soon, yanno...\"             Cody nodded. \"Yeah...and we're uh--\" He motioned\nbetween the two of them with a playful cringe. \"We're kinda - gross.\"            Bligh tittered. \"I mean I--\" He lifted his arms to\nstretch, taut muscles unfurling with the movement - they came down with a\nwhooshing breath, arms folded across his chest with a smirk. \"Yanno how I\nfeel bout that.\"            Cody rolled his eyes, the same playfulness. \"Yeah, I\nknow - but you know how I feel about\nthat...\" He giggled. \"I like to be clean!\"            Bligh nodded, slowly, conceding the point. \"Aight,\naight...\" He held out a hand - Cody smiled sheepishly, and took it.\n\"Why dun we warsh up then?\"            \"Sure...\" Cody said with a small smile - and Bligh\npulled him, gently, from the bed.            The two shared a small hug, Bligh a head taller but letting\nhimself cup the belly that held his children one more time, planting a kiss on\nCody's forehead.            They walked together, Cody first, holding hands, to the\nbathroom, and it Cody who opened the shower curtain, bending slightly - as much\nas his belly allowed him - to turn on the water, with Bligh behind him to turn\non the light and turn on the fan.             The water warmed up quickly as it always did and Cody went\nin first, Bligh doing the same from the other end - he saw Cody catch the\nstream and his milk washed off of him, pale rivulets, they dripped off his\npregnant belly and vanished down the drain.            His shaggy hair became wet and matted around his eyes, and\nhe took his fingers to slick it back so he could see - Bligh watched him, the\nspray from the shower reaching him in a half-chilly mist, he would let Cody\nclean off first...            It was only a moment - a flash of nothing - but Cody\nnoticed, or felt, or sensed, that Bligh was looking at him, looking him over,\nwatching him.            The two smiled at each other and it was the same\nhesitation, the same vague anxiety, for no reason at all and yet by perfect\ndesign they remember how fragile they were, how without some small kinks in the\ntimeline of their lives they would have never met and none of this would have\never happened - Cody would still be human, Bligh would still be alone, Drew and\nStevie somewhere else...            \"Hey,\" Cody said, the shower streaming off his\nhair, down his back, a waterfall that crashed to the floor.            Bligh smirked, taking a step forward, feeling his footpaws\nget wet. \"Sup.\"            Without another word, Bligh took Cody's hands, both of\nthem, and wrapped them in his own.            Cody shuffled to give Bligh room, half-foot of height\ndifference between them, and under the shower, the pouring water, they kissed -\nagain, a coda.            But they did not have this long: from somewhere distant\noutside the bathroom they heard a door close - they parted their kiss, looking\ntoward the bathroom door, then to each other.            \"Drew's home...\" Bligh said with a smirk.            \"Yeah,\" Cody said with a nod. "}