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Conception. Part 1.

Chapter 1

A thousand bucks is a thousand bucks. When you're at college it's the difference between eating nothing but instant ramen noodles for a month or having real food and funds for parties. Corrine jumped at the chance to make a little money for doing virtually nothing at all!

College is the place for experimentation. It is the place to explore who you want to be and to try new things. The boys' mother (although she wasn't their mother at the time) was no exception. At 19 years old Corrine felt she was indestructible, with her whole life ahead of her – a life filled with possibilities and opportunities. College was a place to party hard. It was a place to do the things her parents warned her about.

To gain a little extra cash to help with her expenses – the latest gadgets, the latest fashions, party supplies – she enrolled in a medical trial for final-phase testing of pharmaceuticals. And when she was offered $1000 to take part in testing of a new drug (perfectly safe, already had extensive animal testing, extremely safe dosage levels, controlled environment) she jumped at the opportunity. She signed the necessary waivers (all very standard, just a formality really). Testing would happen at the university with a group of students. Half the students would get a placebo and half the students would be given a low dose of the new drug. The trial would last a week.

There was some talk about RNA recombinant something and telomerase-associated whatsits. Miracle gene editing for Down's Syndrome. Or something – she wasn't really paying attention. And yes, she was absolutely certain she wasn't currently pregnant and no, she wouldn't have unprotected sex during the course of the trial or for two weeks afterward. They mentioned something about virtually non-existent risk of mutagenic effects or possibility of miscarriage. But really it didn't concern her - she wasn't planning on having children for at least a decade. And, well, a thousand dollars!

Dutifully the twenty students all filed past a serious-looking nurse. She marked off their names on a register and handed them a small sealed bottle with a bar-code. Dutifully they all unsealed the bottle and swallowed a small white capsule. For the next hour the students had to remain in the university classroom under the watchful eye of the surly nurse. Anything they felt was unusual or could be a side-effect of the drug was to be noted down. It was an incredibly dull hour with an undercurrent of mild anxiety. Each student wondered if they were about to experience some hideous nausea or sudden headache or vertigo or spots or grow hair or maybe spontaneously explode.

At the end of the hour with absolutely no-one reporting anything strange at all, the test was over for the day. The nurse asked them please to make a note of anything strange they might experience during the next 23 hours, please phone for assistance immediately if there were any serious side-effects, and please return here at the same time tomorrow for the next dose.

Corrine surely had been one of the placebo recipients. The capsule she had swallowed didn't appear to affect her in any way at all. Not even from the list of 'common side-effects which may include sweating, hot flushes, rash, dizziness or headache'. But then doesn't every drug label say that?

The next day's drug trial laboratory was exactly the same as the first, except perhaps even more boring. The surly nurse distributed the capsules and noted each student's name on the register. They were less anxious about the drug as none of them had noticed any ill effects. So they sat around making small-talk, or reading, or doodling, or pacing, or imagining what they could do with $1000.

Toward the end of the trial Corrine was becoming friendly with a group of three young men. They were planning a celebratory party on the Sunday evening and would she like to come along? It was to be at the parents' house of one of the boys. There would be much alcohol and irresponsibility and the kind of loud music old people hated. The parents were away so it was certain to be a good time.

On Friday afternoon after completion of the last trial day each of the twenty students were thanked by the surly nurse (was it Cruikshank? It must have been. She looked like a Cruikshank) and handed an envelope containing ten crisp $100 bills. It was practically a fortune for doing nothing except swallowing five sugar-pills. And now it was the weekend.

The party was…. Well it was memorable.

Thumping techno-bass accompanied shouted conversations over spilling glasses of cheap spirits and wine from boxes. People were everywhere, dancing, drinking, smoking marijuana. Groups would coalesce and dissipate as students mixed their drinks with shouted laughter. Eventually as the late night turned to early morning the tone of the party changed.

Students drifted away – singly or in small groups – to find a private room for sex, to find a private place to sleep, to find a private place to throw up. The music faded to something more sedate as the crowd evaporated in the warm night air leaving four bodies alone in the lounge.

Corrine found herself laying back on a couch with her head resting in the lap of one of the boys. David, his name might have been. He was stroking her blonde hair while they shared a joint with his friends; Paul sitting on one arm of the couch and Aaron sitting on the floor leaning back against David's legs. Whenever Paul took a drag on the joint he'd try desperately to keep the smoke in but would inevitably gag and snort it out his nose in staccato puffs like a dragon. It made the other three giggle every time.

Grey light began to seep over the east horizon. Startling silence of the music finally ending made their ears ring. Somewhere in the distance a dog was barking.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot to feed Bronson!" David slid out from under Corrine. He fossicked about the kitchen banging bowls, rattling kibble from a large plastic bin.

"Who's Bronson?" asked Corrine.

"He's my Dad's Great Dane dog. He has a pedigree as long as your arm and if my Dad knew I'd forgotten to feed him he'd kill me. Bronson is a champion and cost thousands, apparently." David placed the bowl overflowing with dog food in the corner of the kitchen and raced outside. The distant barking changed tone to a happy bark of recognition and freedom, and rapidly approached the kitchen door.

Bronson was truly magnificent to behold as he bounded through the door. Beautiful flowing lines of fawn-colored fur highlighted powerful musculature. His chest was deep and broad with a white splash along his breastbone. Black fur the texture of velvet covered his square muzzle and saggy jowls. Cropped, dark-brown ears stood upright. Only slightly awkwardly he navigated the corner of the kitchen island and skidded on the tiled floor before burying his muzzle in the food bowl. Wet chomping sounds accompanied his eating.

Paul giggled, "Fucking fuck, that's a monster dog! I swear that's the biggest fucking dog I've ever seen. What's he weigh?"

"More than me. He's 180 pounds. And not an ounce of fat on him. That's all muscle and drool." David's answer sounded rote – as though everyone asks the same thing. He only gradually became aware of Corrine's arm around his waist – she had pressed up against him to watch the dog eat.

"He's gorgeous – so masculine. So powerful." She stroked David's arm.

Two strong hands stroked down her back and settled on her hips. Aaron's head perched over her shoulder. "So you're saying you'd like the dog to fuck you. And here there are three perfectly good men who would be happy to oblige, but you're lusting after the dog." He'd pressed his body against her back. Corrine could clearly feel Aaron's hardon against her butt through his jeans. A jolt of sexual thrill flowed through her.

"I'd rather be fucked by three boys. Tell me there's a big soft bed somewhere in this house where you can make me feel fantastic." She squeezed David's waist and wriggled her butt slightly against Aaron's bulging jeans.

Three young men and Corrine drifted upstairs to David's room leaving Bronson to push the empty bowl around the kitchen with his nose.

Clothing fell away, as it does. Flesh pressed against flesh with kisses, sweat, saliva, groans, caresses, urgent whispers and soft giggles. Cocks stood hard and proud from the toned young men in anticipation of slipping into something more comfortable: Corrine. David rolled away from the others for a moment and scrabbled through the drawer of his bedside table.

"Fuckit." He went to his dresser and rummaged through the other drawers. "Double fuckit! Someone's taken my condoms. Geeze. Aaron, did you bring any?"

Reluctantly Aaron extricated himself from Corrine's and Paul's embrace. His cock bobbed as he rolled to lean over the bed, feeling around blindly for his jeans. "Yeah man, give me a sec." A moment later he produced a single condom from his wallet. "Err… just the one, dood."

"Geeze, fuck! There are three of us. We cant share one condom!" Frustration was evident in David's voice. "Well, we all know we're clean. Who needs 'em. Corrine you're on the pill, right?" He stroked his cock which had softened slightly with the annoyance of losing the condoms, but which rapidly hardened again at the thought of bareback fucking the sweet pussy on the bed. Even better.

"Ah fuck… no. I had to stop taking the pill for the drug trial – we weren't allowed to be on any other medication at all including contraceptives." Corrine let her breath out between her teeth in a grimace. She really, really didn't want to risk pregnancy and she was really, very horny. But even in her fairly drunk and slightly stoned state she knew she wasn't going to let the boys fuck her bareback. "How about I suck you all off and we grab some condoms later?"

"Fucking hell – blowjobs don't even count as real sex. Fuck!" David's agitation was apparent by his rapidly softening cock.

Looking up at him from the bed, Corrine watched a variety of emotions flicker rapidly across David's face. He seemed to be weighing up possibilities, momentarily regarding Corrine with something almost like contempt, glancing at the door behind him, measuring the loyalty of his two friends on the bed. For a moment it seemed as though he were weighing up the consequences of raping her with the help of his friends. Alarmingly his hardening cock appeared to show he was thinking it was a good idea. Corrine realized she was in a vulnerable situation. David stood between her and the door – her only means of escape. She glanced past him at the door, willing it to open and for someone to stumble in, breaking the tension and rescuing her.

Surprisingly the door did open with a big black nose pushed between the door and the frame. The nose paused for a moment snuffling loudly, then was followed by a huge canine head, shoulders, and the rest of Bronson pushing into the room. He wagged his tail furiously when he saw David, butted his head against David's side then flumped his butt onto the ground. His shoulders were level with David's hips and the pointed tips of his upright ears could have touched David's armpits. And while he didn't look unfriendly, he was still 180 pounds of animal that was certainly more loyal to David than to Corrine.

Absently David stroked the big dog's head, maybe even more confident with the dog at his side. "I think we were all wanting a bit more than just a blowjob. What d' you guys think? Aaron? Paul?"

His two friends regarded Corrine's naked form on the bed with dawning realization and stiffening cocks. "Well a blowjob is nice but something wetter is better." Paul giggled a bit and placed his hand firmly on her thigh.

"Wait, boys, you're about to act like arseholes and ruin a fun evening." Corrine sized up the situation. She certainly didn't want to be raped. Well, not really raped – she could actually enjoy a bit of harder sex play with these boys if they had condoms, or if she was safely on the pill. She most definitely did not want to risk pregnancy. But she could also really do with a good fuck, and the prolonged foreplay with the three young (very handsome – or at least very athletic) men had left her horny and frustrated that the encounter was deteriorating. "You don't want to get me pregnant, you don't want to do something stupid you'll regret in the morning. But I still want to play."

"So, what, you do anal?" asked Aaron hopefully. His cock twitched.

Corrine winced. "Gah, no. I tried it just once and it hurt like fuck. Maybe if I put on a bit of a show with some toys," she cast about the room, "or one of you could fuck me and I'll suck off the other two while you watch?"

"Or you could let the dog fuck you," suggested Aaron, "That'd be a show really fucking horny to watch. I'd blow my wad just watching." His cocked bobbed several times in agreement. "You were practically drooling over him in the kitchen."

Actually the dog was kinda sexy. In the age of the InterNet everyone had seen movies of women being fucked by dogs and Corrine considered the idea for a moment. A tingle of sexual thrill tickled her abdomen at the possibility of the beast fucking her. And it certainly couldn't get her pregnant, while she'd get to feel a warm cock and cum inside her. Another tingle of thrill arced from her groin to her nipples. She appraised him with a new eye as he sat there regarding her quizzically.

Bronson had a wide muscular chest between his front legs. The splash of white trailed down to his belly. There between his back legs was his sheath. It dipped and rose with his panting. A finger of pink wet flesh protruded from the end of his sheath. Two large balls in a shiny black scrotum rested on the floor at the base of his sheath.

"Okay – sure. I'll give it a go. Someone will need to hold the dog. And if I say 'Stop' we damned-well stop or I swear to god I'll start screaming and you boys will be in a whole heap of shit." Corrine moved to sit on the end of the bed. "C'mon boy – er, Bronson. C'm 'ere!" She patted her spread thighs to encourage the dog.

"Go on, boy. You're a good boy. Go on." The dog had been looking from her to David and back again, cocking his head at the mention of his name and seemingly seeking approval from his master. With permission and a slight nudge from David he lurched forward and snuffled at Corrine's legs. The snuffling nose followed up over her knees to between her thighs. His tail wagged side to side at his exploration of a new person. But then the tail stilled and curled up as he picked up the scent of something entirely new. Muscles bunched over his forehead and his teeth chattered. Drool began to run freely from his jowls.

"His whiskers tickle!" Corrine giggled. "Oh! Oh, mmm…" She clutched at the dog's ears as he started lapping at her pussy with his soft tongue. "Oh that's nice – he's got a really soft tongue." She put her head back and closed her eyes for a moment savouring the feel of his large soft tongue swiping over her labia and just occasionally teasing her clitoris. "Mmm… Hey he's really talented."

From his position near the door David watched the great beast lapping at Corrine, who was obviously enjoying the sensation. Paul and Aaron were kneeling on the bed either side of her, staring intently down at the tongue working over her pussy. They were both stroking their cocks and practically drooling like the dog. David's own cock was jutting straight out. Watching a dog eating out a girl's pussy was hot, but he wondered how far she'd really be willing to go. "Aaron, why don't you help Bronson out a bit – see if we cant get him to fuck Corrine."

"Whuh? Huh? Oh, sure!" Aaron seemed to have to drag his eyes away from watching that tongue slurping away at the woman's pussy. For a moment, feeling the effects of the marijuana his whole world had been focussed on the look of giant tongue rubbing and slicking up the soft wet entrance where he'd like to poke his cock. He could imagine the warm embrace surrounding his pole as he slipped forward through the dog's drool becoming enveloped in the…

"Hey! Focus!" David snapped his fingers a couple of times, "Aaron get off the bed and help Bronson. See if you can get him to put his front paws up on the bed overtop Corrine."

"Wha? Oh, yeah. Right." Aaron scooted forward off the bed. "Hey big fellah. Want something even better?" He pulled at Bronson's collar. But the dog wouldn't budge his head. Bronson had found a taste of sex and wasn't going to stop lapping at it. "C'mon you big oaf!"

Corrine had been loving the ministrations of Bronson's tongue against her pussy. Each swipe would give her a jolt of pleasure. Each time his tongue caressed her clitoris it was almost an electric arc from her groin to her nipples. It was getting her close, so close. She'd never actually cum from just oral sex but this dog was getting her so very close. She'd been pulling his head forward hoping he'd get the rhythm and the pressure just right. It was almost torturing her that she was being kept so close to cumming without him actually pushing her over the edge. So when David suggested Bronson mount her the thought of a dog cock in her pussy might be just what she needed. With Aaron pulling on Bronson's collar and Corrine lifting the dog's head, finally they were able to pull his nose out of her crotch. Even so his tongue still snaked out a surprisingly distance to flick at her pussy before they managed to divert his focus.

Having had a taste of sex Bronson was now a horny beast. He'd tasted the arousal of a bitch and instinct told him Bitch is for Fucking. The moment his obsession with licking bitch was diverted he was driven to get more. Animal thoughts of driving his cock into a hot bitch consumed him. He scrabbled his front paws up onto the bed either side of the bitch. His deep chest pushed against Corrine so she fell back onto the bed and he moved forward so he was positioned between her legs. Bronson's tail was high and curled up over his back – this was a dog about to claim a bitch. Powerful rump muscles flexed and bunched as he pushed his hips forward, his cock questing for that wet bitch hole. Large balls slung low in their shiny black sack swung pendulously back and forth.

Frustratingly for both Corrine and Bronson (and the boys watching) the dog couldn't quite get the angle or aim right. A pink finger of flesh poked out from the tip of his sheath either too far back to even touch Corrine, or too high so his sheath just brushed over her pubic mound. He'd pull his hips back the push forward trying to feel out with is cock the hole he so desperately wanted to fuck. Drool ran freely from his lolling tongue, dripping onto Corrine's breasts as she lay beneath him.

Aaron reached under Bronson to guide the dog's aim. As Bronson pushed forward Aaron guided his sheath so the pointed tip of the dog's cock touched the centre of Corrine's vulva.

As soon as the pink finger of flesh touched her slicked entrance Bronson hunched forward. Dogs have a bone in their penis so even when their cock isn't fully engorged it is still stiff. In one sustained and swift push forward he drove that bone deep into the yielding flesh beneath him. Warm slick walls surrounded his cock and he became the Fucking Machine. Like a jackhammer he pounded his hips forward. Flesh slapped on flesh as his muscular thighs slammed into the Corrine's thighs and his balls swung and slapped against her buttocks.

The first touch of the tip of Bronson's cock at the entrance to her vagina gave Corrine almost no time to prepare. Suddenly, Oof! he pushed forward and speared his whole length into her. Drool from his licking and the natural slickness of the dog's cock had made for plenty of lubrication. So his cock slipped almost effortlessly into her.

Suddenly she was very aware of having dog cock deep in her vagina – aware of what a dirty taboo she was breaking. Suddenly she was a slutty bitch for a dog who was claiming her as his own. A dog – A dog! - was using her for his own pleasure. I'm a low dirty bitch to this beast, she thought. She groaned and licked her lips. It's a shame his cock isn't bigger…

Within moments it was. As Bronson pounded his thighs against hers, his cock was lengthening and thickening. From being thin as your finger it grew to an angry red pole almost as thick as your wrist. With each thrust of the dog's cock into her, Corrine felt the shaft grow until it began to fill her in a thrilling way.

Paul stared, transfixed by the erotic display. He couldn't believe he was watching a dog fuck a girl just inches from him on the bed. He could clearly see her wet cunt lips spread by that massive pole. He'd never seen such a big cock. Surely it was over eight inches long. And was it swelling even larger near the base? Paul's own rigid cock was freely drooling pre-cum onto the bed. He couldn't resist stroking himself in time with the dog's thrusting.

This was fucking hot! David knew that bitch was a dirty slut. He moved closer to the bed so he could watch the whore being fucked by his father's prize hound. Corrine's breasts jiggled and bounced with every thrust from the monster. Christ, what a dick that dog had. And the bitch was taking it all and loving it. Look at her, writing on the bed, clawing at the sheets. She's grunting like a dog in heat. Oh man, this is fucking hot. David's cock was jutting out and twitching with his arousal. Fuck, her wet pussy was going to feel so good after the dog had finished with her.

From behind the dog, Aaron's view was mostly of Bronson's black balls slapping against the girl's butt. He couldn't really see the dog's cock, but he didn't want to move away in case the dog slipped out and the show ended. David would've been pissed. So he stayed where he was, listening to the wet slapping sounds and groaning woman. His own cock was so hard it was aching but he kept his hands on the dog's hips to make sure it didn't pull back too far. He did have a great view of the dog's clenching butt-hole.

Corrine could feel something larger trying to push into her. The sensation as it stretched her was at once very stimulating and something scary. Bronson's knot was growing bigger.

With a prolonged push, Bronson's knot shoved deep into the girl. Paul saw her cunt-lips spread unbelievably wide around the blob of red which must have been as big as a baseball. Then it was inside! Her cunt seemed to swallow it and close around it! Oh Jesus! With a spurt, his cock erupted and Paul sprayed cum onto Corrine's jiggling breasts. He stroked himself furiously as he came, milking his cock. He was drooling as much as the dog.

Corrine gasped – almost shrieked. Holy fuck, he was going to split her. It was too much, it was too big. Oh fuuuuuuck... She arced her back on the bed and clawed the sheets. Her orgasm started as pain from the bulge in her vagina but radiated out in a hot ball of pleasure. She lifted her legs off the bed and wrapped them around Bronson's waist to pull him deeper into her. Her hands went to his chest and she dug her fingers into his fur. Another wave of pleasure radiated out from her pussy. She could feel it – she could feel his knot throbbing inside her. It was pleasure so intense it hurt. The tip of his cock was pressed hard against her cervix. She was sure she could feel each squirt of dog-cum inside her. The dog was filling his slutty bitch with his cum, fathering his puppies. Oh god, she groaned again as ecstasy washed over her.

When Bronson stopped thrusting Aaron let go of the dog's hips. Its tail was up and its butt-hole clenched in time with the squirts of cum into the girl. Aaron was so fucking horny – his cock bounced and dribbled pre-cum. He had to fuck something. He stared at the clenching butt-hole. That velvety hole looked pretty inviting, actually. Aaron liked anal and any hole's a goal, right? He spat into his hand and slicked it over the dog's anus. Pre-cum had liberally coated Aaron's cock already. So it was quite easy to slip his cock under the tail of the dog. As the dog's hole relaxed, Aaron pushed his cock forward. His cock slipped easily into the butt of the dog. Oh, yeah, this was good. A hot velvety tunnel was rhythmically squeezing against his cock. He fucked Bronson hard.

Jesus! Aaron's fucking the dog while it fucks the whore! David smirked and stroked his cock. He grabbed his phone from the dresser. This definitely needed to be recorded. None of the others noticed his filming. Paul looked like a zombie, milking his cock over the whore's tits. Aaron had his head back and was fucking the dog's butt for all he was worth. The slut on the bed had her eyes squeezed shut – the way she was rubbing her hips up and down against the dog's cock she must be cumming hard.

It was too much for Aaron. After barely a minute of fucking that hot tunnel the squeezing around his cock became unbearable. He hammered his cock into the dog's arsehole. Suddenly he grunted hard. His cock jolted and spat cum into the dog. The squeezing intensified around his cock – the dog was probably cumming and squirting more semen into the bitch. The picture in his mind of the dog cum filling the girl made Aaron orgasm harder. His balls pulled up and he shuddered. Bliss washed through him from his cock.

Okay, that's enough fun for everyone else. David stopped the recording – there was enough jerking-off-material there for months – and put the phone back on the dresser. He tore the top off the condom packet with his teeth. Rolling the condom down his cock almost made him cum. God he was so fucking horny from that show! He punched Aaron in the arm, "Dewd, you're done. Stop fucking the dog and help me get him outta here."

"Ow, fuck! Man! Okay, I was done anyway." Aaron's cock slipped from the dog's butt, dribbling a trail of cum with it. For a moment the dog's butthole gaped open, then clenched tightly. The dog was probably still filling the bitch with cum. Aaron grabbed the dog's collar and pulled him back.

David swatted the dog's ears, "Hey, Bronson, stupid. Time to take it outside. C'mon ya fucker, that's enough pussy for you." He hauled back on the dog's collar. Between them, Aaron and David managed to pull the dog away.

"Ow! Fucking OW!" Corrine shrieked from beneath the dog. "Christ, he's still swollen up. Ow, Shit!" Her vagina lips spread obscenely and the still-swollen knot popped free with a wet plop! sound and a flood of dog-semen. The dog yiped. His cock bobbed freely in the air, jerking and squirting cum on the floor. The knot was still as big as a baseball – angry, red, and webbed with purple veins. "You arseholes! He was still swollen up – that really fucking hurt." She struggled to sit up on the bed to see if her poor pussy was broken.

"Oh shut it. You loved it – I saw you wriggling under him. Now I get to push his cum even deeper into you. Bitch" David shoved the dog out of the way. His condom-covered cock bounced as he advanced between the girl's legs.

"Ow, no, wait. I'm still sore – I'm not ready. Just… give me a minute."

"Fuck that. Aaron, Paul, hold her still for me. I gotta fuck her now."

The other two grabbed her arms and pulled her back on the bed. "No, oh you fucking arseholes." Corrine was still sore. She probably could have struggled harder, or maybe not. Her legs were incredibly tired from pulling the dog into her and she was exhausted from the orgasm. Part of her felt she deserved being held down. She'd fucked the dog, and now she was going to be used by the boy.

It was over very quickly. Beneath him the bitch was struggling and grimacing. Her tits were covered in cum and dog-drool. David's cock slipped into a very wet vagina - a wet vagina a dog had just been fucking. He was lubed up in dog-cum. He was using this dirty whore – fucking her while she struggled. Oh Christ! He lasted maybe all of twenty seconds before his aching cock spat its load into the condom. His orgasm was intense, but short.

"Ow. You fuckers. Let me go." Corrine struggled to sit up on the bed again as two boys released her arms. "You arseholes." She kicked David away from her. "Fuck, why couldn't you just wait a few minutes. Well, fuck you all." She rolled off the bed and gathered her clothes. "Don't fucking call."

Why had they ruined it? It'd been fun until the end. That dog had been huge. A thrill tingled from her aching pussy. And it'd been so naughty to be fucked by him. She passed Bronson in the hallway – he was licking at his cock, helping the knot shrink back into its protective sheath. She patted him on the head as she passed. "Good boy."

As she started down the stairs she heard the boys giggling from the room. "Geeze, I cant believe you fucked the dog's butt!" "Yeah, well you didn't get to fuck anything – just blew your load on her tits"… The voices trailed away as left the house. Well, at least that arsehole had used a condom – she wasn't going to get pregnant.

Chapter 2

Eight weeks later after missing her second period Corrine become worried. She'd been feeling really shitty for a couple of weeks - nauseous in the mornings. Surely she couldn't be pregnant – she'd been so careful. Unfortunately the pregnancy test disagreed.

At 19 she didn't want to have a child. Her life would be so screwed. What would her friends say? What would her parents say if they knew? Gods, what if the father was that prick David. Maybe he'd poked a hole in the condom. She'd have to get an abortion. The sooner the better.

But it wasn't until her 20th week of pregnancy approached Corrine felt she could no longer pass off the growing bump as 'too much pizza'. She finally got around to making an appointment. The clinic was, holy fuck, the closest was over 160 miles away in the next state! It would be a long and lonely drive. The nurse assured her over the phone the procedure was painless and would be over quickly. It would just be a day trip. One day of fear and humiliation and all her problems would be over.

She set off early in the morning with butterflies in her stomach. Actually she'd been feeling a bit queer since last night – probably just nerves. She was feeling bloated and heavy and her tits were tender. Okay, she'd left it late but now she was so ready to be done with this.

After an hour of driving Corrine began to get cramps in her abdomen. She adjusted the seatbelt. Gods, what had she eaten last night? Thirty minutes later and the cramps were becoming really painful. She was sweating and groaning at each painful contraction. Oh hell, she was losing the baby.

Her phone showed zero coverage. Not even a single bar. She hadn't seen another soul on the road since she set out. She was on her own.

Just ahead was an old barn. Corrine pulled up and scrambled from the car, clutching her abdomen. She threw up. The cramps were coming hard and almost non-stop. She managed to stagger to the barn and lean against the door frame. She threw up again.

With sudden clarity, she knew it was happening now. Fumbling at her panties she managed to get them down around her ankles. Corrine squatted in the doorway of the barn and pushed against the cramps. She felt them leave her body amongst the blood and fluids; two large lumps. She couldn't bear to look – and she was crying too hard to see clearly anyway.

It was over in just a few minutes. The cramps eased almost immediately. For a moment she stayed, panting against the door frame.

Then with sudden hard resolve she cleaned herself up as best she could with her blouse and panties – she didn't seem to be bleeding much. She kept her eyes averted from the mess on the barn floor. Without looking back Corrine walked carefully back to the car. She'd brought a change of clothes with her in case she'd had to stay at the clinic overnight.

Corrine turned the car around to drive back home. Crying from loss, crying from relief, Corrine drove away.

Chapter 3

Another young mother was watching from the corner of the barn. Ruby was a giant, mixed-breed dog. Just two days earlier she'd lost her entire litter to a virus. She was confused and depressed and didn't trust the stranger in the barn. So she hid behind some hay bales until the woman left.

Cautiously she approached the mess on the floor. She could smell the blood and the amniotic fluid. Ruby tentatively prodded the lumps with her nose. They wriggled.

Instinct immediately took hold of Ruby. She frantically licked at the membrane covering the two small forms. A tiny blind face emerged, mewling. Ruby lay down next to the new-born pup and nudged it toward her belly. Instinct made her gnaw through the umbilical cord.

She begin frantically licking at the birth sack covering the second lump. The same thing happened – another mewling, scrunched-up face emerged. She freed it from the membrane and nudged it to join the first pup. Instinctively the two pups quested around to find the swollen nipples of the bitch. They suckled.

To Ruby it was immeasurably fulfilling. Two pups were draining her aching mammaries. The quiet suckling sounds were lulling her. Surely these had been her pups all along. It felt right to be curled protectively around these two defenceless bodies. She lay her muzzle on her tail, forming a warm, furry fortress around her pups and drifted into a satisfied sleep.

Some days later the farmer who owned the barn found the dog. Ruby left the pups for a moment to run up and greet the man, but slunk back to nurse the mewling pair.

"Oh Ruby, so that's where you've been for the past week. Look at you, poor girl, thin as a rake. Don't worry, I'm not going to take your pups." The man left the barn, then hurriedly returned with an extra-large bowl of dog-food and a bucket of fresh water. Ruby gobbled the kibble down.

"Well now, mind if I take a look at your handiwork?" He reached down and picked up one of the pups. "Big bugger, he is. No, don't fret, you can have him back again. He looks healthy enough. Same with the other – another big boy. Who's the dad, huh? Life is tough for a single mum." He petted Ruby fondly. "You're a good girl, and you're being a good mother. Let's make a better nest for your pups." He moved a few of the hay bales around and secured some iron sheets around the doorway. "That'll make it a bit easier for you. Guess you'll be staying up here for a few more weeks, huh? Well that's fine – I can bring your food up. When you're ready you can bring the pups down to the house."

Thomas had been concerned about his girl. She'd been looking pregnant, then she'd vanished for several days. He figured she'd dropped the litter somewhere and was worried for her. Finding her safe and well with a couple of healthy pups in the barn had been a great relief. Obviously she hadn't eaten since whelping until he brought her the kibble.

He was happy to make a daily trip up to the barn to keep her well-fed so the pups would grow strong. And they were huge pups. Looked like part Great Dane, or something. He couldn't think of any Great Danes in the area though. Guess Ruby had a good time with a wandering stray.

Maybe it was a Great Dane thing – the pups didn't seem quite right. They were growing fast, but didn't actually wean until they were nearly eight weeks old. Ruby had been hard-pressed to keep milk flowing for the boys for so long.

When they finally were on solid food Ruby brought the pups down to the house.

Thomas lived alone since his wife died. Cancer was a bastard - two years ago it took her. They'd never seemed to have gotten around to having kids even though they'd both wanted them. Too many other things got in the way. And then the cancer.

If it hadn't been for Ruby, who had been just a pup back then, Thomas would probably have killed himself. People who say it's better to have loved and lost have never truly loved. But each time he'd fallen to his knees, crying and unable to carry on, Ruby had nudged his arms and tried to comfort him. She gave him a reason to take a deep breath, stand up, and at least keep his limbs in motion.

And now she's brought two pups of her own to the house. Queer things they were. One had deformed forelimbs. The other seemed mostly normal. But they both seemed to mature very slowly. Well, guess there was no chance he'd be able to sell or even give the pups away – they just didn't seem quite right. But Ruby adored them and they both seemed to get around okay.

Thomas named the deformed one 'Cain', and the other 'Abel'. Surely they were Great Dane mixes – they had the short, brown fur of a fawn Great Dane, huge black floppy ears and a long, square muzzle. They had the deep chest and narrow waist of Great Danes, and the long, whip-like tail. Their legs were crazy-long and their feet (well Abel's feet anyway) were huge.

They both would look quizzically at Thomas who constantly chatted to them. Well, when they weren't biting each other and playing like crazy things. The two boys were demons; they had two speeds: 100 miles an hour, and asleep. They shared a mattress with Ruby on the floor of Thomas' bedroom.

As the pups turned a year old it dawned on Thomas that Cain's front paws were more like hands than paws. The adolescent dog was able to grasp things with his, well they were more like fingers than the font toes of his sibling. Cain's back legs were too long, and he walked awkwardly. And then one day he stood up on his back legs and took a few tottering steps, holding his front paws (front arms?) out for balance.

Thomas was absolutely dumbfounded. Over the next few months Cain became more adept at walking on two legs than on four. There was no doubt – his front paws weren't paws at all. Cain could hold things in his… well… hands, Thomas supposed. He could stand upright and balance on his rear paws, walking almost naturally like a human.

"Ruby, girl, just who is the father of these pups?" Thomas looked accusingly at his giant mixed-breed girl. She thumped her tail on the floor a few times, pleased to hear her name. To be honest there didn't seem to be any of their mother at all in the boys. Where she had the stocky, fluffy build of, maybe a St Bernard cross, the boys were tall and lean and short-coated. But she adored them – playing and wrestling with them constantly. Damned queer business.

When the boys were around eighteen months old Thomas had called them down for dinner in the evening as usual. Cain strode on two legs alongside his brother who trotted along on four.

"Sit!" commanded Thomas.

"Phblip!' agreed Cain happily and sat on the floor for his meal. He wagged his tail.

Thomas almost dropped the bowls in shock. "Did… did you…? Nah… I'm getting senile." He scrutinized the two boys sitting next to their mother. The three dogs were drooling, staring at the bowls.

"Blimmer!" whined Cain. He pointed at the bowl. Drool was puddling around his feet. He licked his chops noisily.

Thomas blinked and stared. But the three dogs were whining for food, and habit moved Thomas' hands. He placed the bowls in front of the dogs who buried their muzzles in the food, chomping messily. He stepped back. Cain had… Cain had definitely spoken.

It was several days before Cain spoke again. Thomas had tried to encourage the dog… the lad? But Cain seemed to have forgotten how and Thomas began to wonder if he'd heard correctly. Perhaps it had just been a freakish bark. Oh well. He loved the pups and Ruby. They were his family.

Then, again in the evening, he called the dogs from their playing in the fields. It had been a silly game. Cain and Abel would gang up on Ruby. Cain would sneak up and pull her tail with his hand. When she jumped around to woof at him, Abel would bite her tail instead. Then the game changed with Ruby and Abel tormenting Cain. Finally they all ended up in a pile playing the face-biting game. It sounded like a herd of Wookiees having a party. When they heard Thomas call them in for dinner they leapt up and sprinted toward the house.

"Caim! Abel! Wuby! Dimma!" shouted Cain sprinting through the door. All the dogs lined up expectantly. "Ship!" commanded Cain and he and the other two sat, staring between Thomas and the bowls, drooling.

Thomas, in a daze, put the bowls in front of the dogs. He was stunned. Cain had definitely spoken. He wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling – wonder tempered with trepidation, perhaps. Thomas loved his dogs. It was kinda cool one of them could speak! But, this was so far away from 'normal'. He absently patted Cain on the head while the dog finished up his meal. "Good boy."

"Gooboy. Caim!" agreed Cain. He'd sat back on his haunches and was wagging his tail furiously. "Gooboy!" It was all too much. He leapt up and wrapped his arms around Thomas' waist, knocking the man backwards. Thomas fell back with an 'oof!' and sat on his butt with Cain licking furiously at his face. The other two dogs leapt on Thomas and joined in, smearing drool and bits of kibble all over Thomas' head. He was laughing and trying to fend them off but they pushed him back until he was flat on his back. The dogs were rolling on top of him in play while they coated him in evil slime.

Eventually Thomas extricated himself from the mound of silly dogs. Chuckling, he struggled to his feet and with an almost serious voice managed to command "Outside! All dogs go outside!"

"Oushide! Wuby, Abel, Caim! Out!" Cain shouted as he raced for the door. Ruby and Abel were close on his heels, skidding on the tiles.

Initially Thomas thought Cain was merely parroting what he'd heard. But over time Thomas came to realize Cain was in fact understanding what he was saying. Their relationship changed. Thomas took time out of his day to teach Cain more words and sentences. Cain was a phenomenally fast learner – he was very intelligent. And all the while Abel would sit next to him, listening to the lessons.

By the time Cain and Abel were two years old Thomas estimated Cain had the cognitive abilities of a ten-year-old human boy. He was speaking clearly (as much as his jowls and canine tongue allowed) and he was excellent at mathematics. Cain had become more like a son to Thomas.

But Abel and Cain were inseparable. Whenever Cain was at lessons Abel would be sitting right next to him, watching and listening. They both helped Thomas run the farm. Cain constantly chatted to Abel – partially in English and partially in whines, growls, and barks. Abel would answer in the same whines and other canine vocalizations but he was never able to speak or form any English words.

Cain once explained it to Thomas. Ruby was a dog. Her world was all emotion, smells, instinct. She communicated only the very broadest ideas of happiness, wanting, annoyance, affection. Abel was mostly dog, but had much more thinking and reasoning abilities than an ordinary dog. He could communicate advanced ideas and understand the consequences of his actions. Abel could understand spoken English perfectly. But he could only communicate in canine sounds, body language, the set of his ears, the crinkling of his eyes. Cain could understand him almost as though they were both speaking in English. But Abel's world was still a dog's world of emotions. Abel worshipped Cain like the coolest brother and the best friend.

But Cain was almost entirely human in his thinking and the way he could use his hands. He was every bit as dextrous as any boy and every bit as intelligent. Perhaps even moreso.

Where Abel had matured to look entirely like a Great Dane dog – perhaps his skull was just a bit broader – Cain looked like an amalgamation of human and dog. Cain stood just over seven foot tall on his hind legs. Like his brother, Cain's body was covered with short, light-brown fur. His ears were a darker brown, and his muzzle was almost black. Overall his head was a Great Dane head identical to his brother's. But his shoulders, arms, and hands were almost entirely human. However his arms were also covered with the same short, brown fur as the rest of his body. Cain's chest was broader than his brothers, though not quite as deep. He had a narrow waist – but not as narrow as Abel's. He shared the same wagging tail as his brother. Cain's legs were muscular and transitioned smoothly from being almost human-like at his hips to very dog-like at the paw-pads. He walked on paw-pads; like a dog, but upright.

And like a dog, he hated clothing. It stopped him running properly and stopped him feeling the grass when he rolled around in the fields. Abel didn't wear clothes – why should Cain? Thomas didn't mind.

At two and a half years old the boys discovered sex. Up until then whenever Ruby had come into season the boys weren't even aware. Sure, she'd been acting differently – she seemed to be yearning for something and was constantly shoving her butt at the boys. But the two males were oblivious. Thomas kept her in the enclosed yard around the house for a few weeks. He assumed that because Ruby was closely related to the boys and they were living together, they instinctively wouldn't want to mate.

Unfortunately, Thomas was wrong. Cain and Abel reached sexual maturity at two and a half years old, just as Ruby was coming into season. As before, Thomas locked Ruby in the yard so she wouldn't wander. He thought nothing of leaving the boys to look after the house while he drove to the nearby town for supplies.

At first the boys didn't care – they were out chasing rabbits in the field. But Abel was getting distracted by another scent on the wind. Cain couldn't smell it yet – his brother had always been the better tracker. He followed Abel back to the house. And then he too could smell it. There was something very important in the yard. Ruby was smelling fantastic! Cain unlatched the gate and he and Abel made their way into the yard with Ruby.

As soon as they approached, Ruby squatted and peed on the grass. There! It was that smell! Cain dropped to his hands and knees next to his brother. They both pushed their noses into the grass, breathing deeply where their mother had squatted. They lapped at the puddle of piss, tasting something new and important. Drool ran freely from their chattering jaws at the taste of her oestrous.

There she stood with her butt facing the boys. She flicked her tail aside so they had an unimpeded view of her swollen vulva, still dripping with urine. The two boys pushed their noses against her and inhaled her scent. Both had to taste her dripping pussy.

Cain stepped back. Drool streamed down his jowls – the muscles on the top of his head bunched with the chattering of his jaws. He had a sudden urge to pee on the spot where his mother had peed. Still on all fours Cain peed as he knelt over the damp ground. He watched his brother reacting to the scent of their mother.

Abel jumped forward and grasped his mother around the hips with his forepaws. Instinctively he hunched his hips forward. The pointed tip of his cock quested back and forth a few times before finding Ruby's moist vulva. At the first touch Abel pushed his hips forward, spearing his cock fully into his mother.

Ruby braced her legs against Abels sudden pounding. So enthusiastically was he thrusting into her, his back paws were dancing either side of her back legs.

Cain crawled forward to watch his brother fucking their mother. He could see his brother cock swelling and spreading the bitch's vulva. Unconsciously Cain was humping his own hips and whining. Then he saw his brother's swelling knot lodge inside his mother's vagina.

Abel's humping slowed at the successful tie. His breath was gasps through jowls which drooled onto the back of his mother's neck. He slumped over the bitch, lost in his orgasm as his cock pumped his semen into his mother. Through half-lidded eyes he stared unseeing at his brother.

Cain crawled underneath to inspect where his brother's cock was lodged in their mother. Ruby's vulva was swollen obscenely around Abel's baseball-sized knot. Her vulva clenched against the knot and a mix of semen and fluid from their mating dripped onto Cain's nose. He licked it, tasting the semen and oestrous hormones. Then his tongue snaked out to lick at the joining of his brother and mother. Cain lapped around Ruby's bulging vulva and Abel's cock. The taste made him whine and hump his hips.

As Cain crawled out from beneath the two mating dogs, Abel stepped over his mother's back and turned around. He was still tied, with his cock still buried in their mother's vagina. But now the two dogs were butt-to-butt. For ten minutes they stayed like that - Cain circling them, whining and humping his hips the whole while. He was unable to think clearly – he had become an animal completely focussed on the scent around him. Cain pressed his nose between them to lick at their joining.

Eventually Abel's knot receded enough that his cock slipped out of Ruby's vagina. A flood of semen and vaginal fluid poured over Cain's face. Abel's cock bounced in the air a few times, squirting seminal fluid onto the ground. Able retreated to the corner of the yard to lick at his cock and help it back into its sheath.

Cain scrambled behind his mother and practically leapt onto her. He hunched his hips forward frantically, prodding and poking around with his cock, desperate to find that wet hole where his brother had just been. And like his brother, as soon as his cock tip touched Ruby's swollen vulva lips he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. Ruby's pussy was soaked from Abel's earlier fucking. It felt like a grasp of heaven along Cain's cock. He never imagined anything could feel so good. His hips hammered forward like a jackhammer. He pulled Ruby's hips back with his hands and pounded his cock into her. He could feel the hot liquid of his brother's cum already inside her mixing with the pre-cum he was squirting. Then his own knot swelled enough to lodge inside Ruby's clenching vulva. Intense pleasure washed over Cain. His cock throbbed and jets of cum squirted into his mother. In response Ruby's vulva clenched around his knot. The boy was lost in ecstasy.

Cain slumped forward over his mother's back, drooling onto her head. He was gasping and panting through the waves of pleasure. It was as though a warm velvet glove was squeezing expertly around his cock. The very sensitive tip of his cock was pressed into the tighter opening of Ruby's cervix. Sperm-rich semen was being pumped right into her fertile womb. Just like his brother's had.

For a while, Cain's eyes were closed and he was lost between waves of bliss and the pulsing of his cock. He didn't even hear the car pull into the driveway.

Thomas returned from the store with their weekly groceries. As the car approached the house he saw Cain slumped over Ruby's back. At first he thought they were just hugging. But when Abel bounded up to greet him, Thomas realized Cain's embrace of Ruby was much more intimate than just a hug.

"Oh Cain… what have you done…" Thomas approached the mating pair. He knew better than to try to separate them – it was safer for both if he just let nature take its course. Cain seemed completely oblivious as Thomas absently stroked his back, waiting for them to separate. "Abel, you silly dog. You were supposed to watch over your brother – make sure he didn't get into trouble." But Abel seemed suddenly abashed.

With a deep groan, Cain slipped out of his mother and knelt on the ground next to her. Semen squirted from his cock to puddle with the gush of fluids from the bitch's vagina. His head was down and he was still panting and drooling, unaware of Thomas standing next to him. Cain leaned forward to lick at his still-swollen cock so it could retract into his sheath more easily.

At last he became aware of Thomas. He blearily looked up. "Thomas, you're back. We just had the best game with Ruby." He looked over to where Ruby was sitting, hunched over and lapping at her vulva.

"You boys had better come inside. We need to have a talk." Thomas sounded disappointed. He opened the gate to let Abel through, and Cain followed. "I guess I should have talked to you boys about sex sooner."

He lectured Cain about how dogs have sex, and how humans have sex, how females get pregnant. Abel sat next to Cain also listening intently. Thomas told them they couldn't have sex with Ruby – she was their mother and it could be unhealthy for pups if she got pregnant.

"But we didn't know! And we couldn't stop – it was too much to resist," protested Cain.

"I know… I know. It was my fault – I should have sent Ruby to a boarding kennel." Thomas sighed, "I didn't think she would affect you boys. Ah well – hopefully you didn't get her pregnant. It could be that you cant father pups anyway – you might be like a mule. At least Abel didn't get to her too."

Cain remained silent – he didn't want his brother to be in trouble too. So he didn't tell Thomas that Abel had fucked their mother first.

End of Part 1