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Lollipop always enjoyed the obedience school. She liked meeting the other dogs (particularly Marty), learning new things and pleasing her master, Alonso. At least, that's what everyone calls him except his mother (she calls him Juan).

Marty was a young Golden Lab, not even a year old. She was only a bit older herself, and as a solid, tan Boxer, she couldn't compare for his cuteness. The boy was beautiful. And he was nice, and funny, if a little meek. Lollipop always tried to sit next to him. He was a fast learner, but that wasn't the main thing that drew her to him.

“Alright class, today we have a new member," the human instructor called to the people. “This is Wanda, and her dog Natalie."

Natalie was a Golden Retriever, maybe as old as two. Her fur was a rich, almost red that missed Mercury's Irish Setter by just a few shades. She was wagging her tail and bouncing around, completely untrained! She should have been taken to school ages ago.

“Just find a place," the instructor said.

Wanda walked right over and wedged herself between Alonso and Marty's owner, Felicia. Lollipop narrowed her eyes, particularly when she heard Marty say, “Hey, Natalie! I'm Marty!"

A low voice to her right said, “Getting a little close, don't you think?"

Startled, the distracted Boxer glanced to her right, where she'd been crowded up against a full-blooded Doberman, grinning down at her with glistening teeth. She shrank away, giving him space. “Uh, sorry. Beau."

Beau was fit, his short hair revealing the muscles along his body. He had a stub for a tail, but never seemed to wag it. Maybe he was embarrassed? “Don't worry about it," he said, his grin softening. You should worry about her," he said, nodding his head in Natalie's direction.

“What? Why?"

“She's young, and pretty, and Marty seems to be taking quite a liking to her."

The Boxer glanced over again, where the two Goldens sat talking. She could feel her face heating up, but still she said, “Why should that matter?"

“I'm not an idiot, Lollipop. You like him. He'll be a good catch in a few months, but not if he's already tied up," the big, black dog replied.

She glanced back at the two thoughtfully, listening as Alonso made small talk with Beau's owner, Vanessa. Vanessa's skin matched her dog's coat, her braided hair even the same caramel color. Actually, Alonso matched her pretty well, too. Lollipop laughed to herself, deciding it was true that dogs grew to match their owners, even though a quick scan down the class would have shown that only those two examples fit.

The class began almost as suddenly as it ended. The work was as hard as always, as Lollipop fought her instinct to go over and sniff other dogs, jump and play with Alonso, or to snatch food. She wasn't perfect, but she was getting better, and she snorted to see that Natalie was a complete mess. When class was over, she saw Natalie talking to Beau, while their owners chatted.

Wanda was lily white, and a strong contrast to Vanessa, but they talked politely to each other. Marty and Felicia had already left, so Lollipop had no one to talk to, and neither did Alonso. “Heel," he commanded, starting to walk away, when Vanessa interrupted the chit-chat.

“Hey, Alonso!"

He stopped. “Yes?" His accent was still quite noticeable, especially next to the crisp clarity of Vanessa's voice.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get some drinks after class today?"

He appraised that offer for a moment. “Like...a date?"

She laughed, the sounds rhythmic and lyrical. “No, just drinks. I'm already taken."

Juan smiled. “Then sure, I'd like that."

Beau looked up at Vanessa, then over at Juan, then down to Lollipop and said, “Oh."

Lollipop blinked. “Oh?"

“Don't mind me," he said simply.

They went to a nearby Chili's, with the two dogs tied up next to their outdoor table as Vanessa and Alonso talked, sipping beers.

“So where'd you get her?" Vanessa asked, pointing to Lollipop.

“There's a breeder up by Stilton; got her as a little pup," Alonso said. He was about to ask about Beau, but was interrupted.

“Why'd you want a dog?"

He blinked. “Always had one as a kid, and I guess I was just...lonely, you know? I wish my apartment were a little bigger, but I make sure to take her for walks, and there's the obedience school."

Vanessa nodded. “Girlfriend like dogs?"

Alonso paused. “Look -"

“Relax, I'm just asking as a friend. I'm taken, remember?"

“I, uh, don't have a girlfriend. It's hard, you know, with the job and, you know, caring for and teaching Lollipop. Don't have much time to find a nice Catholic girl who likes dogs. Or Latinos, in this town," he frowned.

Vanessa laughed, reminiscent of wind chimes. “Don't I know it. This town is so white, the only colored folk are dogs," she joked, pointing at Beau and Lollipop.

“She fixed?" the woman went on to say.

“Nah, like I said, I'm Catholic. You know, everything happens for a reason…?"

“But with dogs, 'everything' happens over and over again. I'm a Lutheran. Catholics really can't get their dogs spayed?" she asked.

Alonso took a gulp of Miller Light. “We can. I just...I figure if I'm not getting any, at least maybe she can, someday. What about your dog?"

Beau was intact, that much was sure. His short tail did nothing to hide the thick, veiny balls tucked up against his tight haunches. Lollipop looked away politely. Vanessa said, “Sex is just a natural expression with dogs. Seems like it would be unfair to take it away without his consent."

“So now dogs can consent?" Alonso joked. “Somehow I think if my little lady went into heat, Beau wouldn't think twice about asking her opinion of it."

Lollipop's eyes went wide, heat rushing to her face. She glanced over at the Doberman, who was looking straight at her. Gulping, she looked away.

“She hasn't yet, huh? Gone into heat?"

“What makes you say that?"

Vanessa explained, “If she had, you'd know that dogs can definitely consent. When she does, just ask yourself what she's saying when she pushes her rump in other dogs' faces, or stares over her shoulder at them, with her little tail up. If that ain't consent, what is?"

Now Alonso was blushing.

Lollipop was shocked. She turned to Beau and said, “I would never. Not until marriage!"

Beau nodded, though she couldn't help but think he was being a little condescending. She wasn't about to sin in the eyes of God, no matter how much she wanted to.

“You're flushing," Vanessa laughed. “We're talking about dogs; it's only natural to them. You really need to get laid, Alonso."

“Yeah, well...first I gotta meet a girl I want to marry. And I can't exactly start dating, not while Lollipop still needs so much attention," Juan said, smiling down at the Boxer.

“You're like me, then," Vanessa said. “Married to your dog."

Beau grunted, gazing down at Lollipop. “She isn't kidding."

“Ha, yeah," Alonso said. Then he glanced at Vanessa, tilting his head. “I thought you said you were taken?"

“I am," Vanessa says, without further comment. “Well, it's been nice talking to the only other P.O.C. in town, but I gotta get to my next appointment. See you next week?"

“Uh...yeah," Alonso said, watching the woman plop a five down on the table to pay for her drink and walk her Doberman away.

Lollipop watched too, her jaw dropped. “Did he mean what I think he means!?"

* * * * *

Lollipop couldn't stop thinking about what Beau had said, and with Alonso at work all day, she was completely alone with her thoughts. Only a passing squirrel could distract her. Was Vanessa really married to her dog? They weren't Catholic, so maybe it was okay? Though, come to think of it, Lollipop couldn't think of a Bible verse that said a man and a woman couldn't be from different species.

Well, mass was tomorrow, so she could ask Father Rover. While Alonso was in the big chapel, another service was going on in the park next to the graveyard. The plan wasn't good enough to take her mind off of it, though. She knew very well what the secondary purpose of marriage was. First, to declare unity with your spouse in God's eyes, and second, to produce puppies. Could Beau actually do that with Vanessa?

Lollipop blushed, suddenly picturing how he might try. She saw Vanessa on all fours as the Doberman climbed on top, his rigid dick teasing between her legs.

The Boxer gasped, covering her mouth with her paws. Where did that thought come from? She shook her head clear, grabbed the rope toy and began chewing. The next thing she knew, the toy was in tatters, bits of rope scattered across the ground. She'd really torn into it.

The next day was beautiful, and there were at least thirteen dogs in attendance. Not every human took their dog to mass, so Father Rover had to make frequent house calls to get out the Good Word. He was about to leave on such a trip when Lollipop approached him.

“Father, I have a...question."

“Yes, my dear?" the Irish Setter asked, raising his droopy ears.

“I have a...uh...friend. And I think he might be sinning? Against his master," she said, tail twitching.

He tilted his head. “Slaves, obey your earthly masters with respect and fear, and with sincerity of heart, just as you would obey Christ. Obey them not only to win their favor when their eye is on you, but as slaves of Christ, doing the will of God from your heart."

“Well, but I'm not sure he's disobeying, exactly."

Father Rover let his tongue dangle, panting from the heat. “As long as his actions do not go against the will of God, he should obey his master in all things."

“Right…" Lollipop said. But does it go against God's will? “I had another question, actually. It's about marriage."

“The Bible says, 'But because of the temptation to sexual immorality, each man should have his own wife and each woman her own husband.' While abstinence is closest to God, Lollipop, marriage is an acceptable alternative."

“But...what if the marriage can't, you know, produce kids?"

“Ah," Rover said, with sudden understanding. “The best marriage is between two believers who produce Godly offspring, but that is not the only reason. If one or both partners is infertile, marriage is still the best solution. Are you interested in someone who's been neutered?"

Lollipop blinked. “What? No, this isn't about me. Just, another friend."

“Oh. Did that answer your question?"

Not exactly. The Boxer flattened her ears, but said, “Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Father."

“Think nothing of it," he smiled, turning away.

It's not like I can just ask outright if a human and a dog can get married! What would he think of me!?

* * * * *

The next time she saw Beau, she'd demand the truth. Nothing Father Rover had said explicitly forbade the relationship, but it still felt very, very wrong to Lollipop. Besides, they may claim to be married, but did they even perform the ceremony in a Lutheran church? Maybe she was just overthinking it. When Veronica had said it, it had sounded like a joke. Maybe Beau was putting one over on her.

Thankfully, the next training day was in two days, and she could finally get an answer. She was at her wits end, spending every moment she was alone thinking about Beau and Veronica. She couldn't get that mental image out of her head, the Doberman pumping back and forth on his master's back, his black balls slapping loudly against her thighs. She knew she shouldn't think about it, but the shock of the idea was driving her to sin.

Toy after toy was demolished, as she did anything she could to take her mind off of it. So when Alonso came home that night and gasped, Lollipop was as surprised as he was.

“Blood drops? On the floor…?" he asked. Lollipop looked around, realizing she'd been leaving a vague trail everywhere she went.

“Come on, girl, let's get you wrapped up."

She came, of course, when he called her, but she found the black cloth he wrapped around her rump very uncomfortable, especially since she couldn't reach her spade for grooming anymore. Why is he doing this?

She had to waddle slightly in the diaper, but Alonso seemed satisfied. “Now I've got to clean up this mess," he said, grabbing cold water and some cleaning fluid.

Lollipop watched as her master crawled on his hands and knees, cleaning up after her. He started to pick up the dozens of little plastic remains of her toys, grumbling the entire time. She tried to scratch her ribs, but the cloth was too annoying. Without even thinking about it, she began to chew and claw at the diaper, until it tore off.

“Lollipop!" he yelped, frustrated. “That's supposed to be reusable." One of the fastening cords was broken.

Outside, she marked every tree, every fencepost, and every dandelion, something she'd never bothered to do before. Even Lollipop didn't know why. She had started to itch now, and the only relief was to curl up in a ball and lick her crotch, which only made Alonso groan. “If I'd known it'd be this bad, I'd've gotten a boy."

Back inside, Alonso tried to watch T.V., keeping an eye out for any drops of blood on the carpet. He had to wash them out quick with cold water, making sure to dab, not smear. Lollipop was deeply embarrassed, but what could she do?

As ten O'clock rolled around, Alonso was exhausted. He turned off the T.V. and started to get up, when he noticed Lollipop standing in front of him.

The Boxer was facing away, her rump pressing up against his knee, little stub-tail wagging. Juan pushed her to the side, but she swiveled back around again. “Lollipop, no!" he commanded.

She flattened her ears, wondering what was wrong. She was just playing with him like normal. Normally he always seemed happy to wrestly with her, but not today. She whimpered, and crumpled to the floor.

“No, no, it's okay, girl. I just...I'm just tired. You're a good girl, yes, you are."

That cheered her up at least. She darted after him as he walked up the stairs, scratching at the bathroom door while he took a shower. She was about to jump to her usual place on the bed when Alonso said, “Down, Lollipop. Not on the bed!"

But...why? He'd always shared the bed before.

“Not while you're in heat. Tomorrow I'll get some more diapers."

She whined pathetically and nuzzled against his leg, but he would not be swayed. She slept on the floor.

The next day, it was raining. The phone rang. “Work's cancelled," he said, mostly to himself. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and instantly, Lollipop was there, leaning up against him, her stub-tail thrashing back and forth.

“Nice to see you, too," he laughed, reaching down to pet her. The Boxer panted, leaning against his touch, spinning in place as his hands caressed her entire back. Normally, she'd keep spinning, and he'd keep petting her, but today, she stopped short. She stood in front of him again, her tail up and wagging.

“Oh, right, I almost forgot. Well, at least now I can get to the store without worrying about being late for work." He walked to the bathroom, Lollipop darting between his legs the whole way, but he closed the door on her again while he took a quick shower.

Lollipop was so excited when he emerged, that she leapt up with her paws out. Startled, Alonso caught her front paws, holding her delicately in place. Standing up, she was face-to-face with his naked crotch, and without even thinking, she did what any dog would do. She sniffed.

“Hey!" he yelped, dropping her so fast that her face got mashed up against his crotch.

“Jeeze, Lolly, what's gotten into you? Veronica wasn't kidding about dogs in heat."

What did he mean by that?

He clarified, “You're a little Mary Magdalene!"

Lollipop flattened her ears. She knew about that Mary's reputation as a whore, and she was nothing of the sort! She walked away, indignant.

Alonso didn't even seem to notice, walking downstairs in his robe and slippers to make breakfast and bring in the newspaper. He sighed at the new drops of blood on the tile floor. At least those were easy to clean up.

While he ate, Lollipop lay down nearby, itchy. She began to lick herself again, and it felt so much better! But when Alonso noticed, he said, “Lolly! No!"

She felt like she could do nothing right.

The rest of the day was just like the first. Alonso never bothered to go get another diaper - he seemed content just lying around the house on his day off, so he had to deal with her constantly. “Stop putting your butt in my face!" he yelled, but she'd forget in a minute or two and be right back. She still didn't know either why she was doing that, or why he seemed so put off by it.

“Lord above, you're a horny little bitch, aren't you?" he finally said, exasperated. “Bet you wish that Beau were here to help you out." He leaned forward, taking his first good look at Lollipop's fat, trembling spade.

“I would not!" she yelped, though she knew that her master couldn't understand her. She certainly wasn't interested in the arrogant Doberman, and besides which, he was already married. The thought immediately brought to mind the image that had been plaguing her the past two days, however.

He reached forward and ran a finger across her swollen flesh. Lollipop whined, and suddenly the image warped, and it wasn't Beau and Veronica she was thinking about. Her face flushed as she tried anything to get the thought of panting beneath Alonso out of her head. “It wasn't always this big, was it?" he asked, circling her spade.

The Boxer shivered at his touch, her tail held rigidly to the side, even though it was too short to make much of a difference. She stared over her shoulder at the man, her jaw dropped. “I'd better make sure I keep an eye on you when you're outside," he decided. “I bet you'd fuck any dog you could."

Her head drooped, but even his insults weren't enough to make her walk away this time. She felt his hands resting on her rump, and was frozen in place. Ever so softly, Juan brushed his thumb against her mound, and before she knew it, she was pumping up and down. She fell out of his hands after two or three humps, then scampered away.

She felt like she could die. How could she do that!?

Alonso leaned back, taking a deep breath before flipping on “Real Housewives".

* * * * *

Despite her embarrassment, Lollipop stayed by Alonso's side until the clock struck 10:00, when he went upstairs. The day's rain had done nothing for the heat, and now the house was insufferably muggy.

“Damn air conditioner," he said, glancing over at the rusted machine that had come with apartment. It hadn't worked in years. Groaning, he tossed the blankets off the bed, ready to sweat out the night. Taking off all his clothes, Alonso flopped onto the bed, arms outstretched.

Tentatively, Lollipop placed a single paw on the bed, remembering the night before. Alonso glanced down at her and said, “Just get up already. I have to clean the sheets anyway." Steadying herself, the Boxer jumped onto the bed, curling up next to Alonso's feet. It was hot, but he didn't seem to mind her brushing up against him.

Juan said, “You know, I felt alone last night with you on the floor. Maybe Veronica's on to something. Maybe we are like a married couple."

She glanced up at him, but he was already half asleep.

When she woke, it was still dark in the room, and just as stuffy. She rolled onto her side, unable to get comfortable. Frustrated, Lollipop stood up and stretched her neck. Alonso was still asleep, naked on his back. Sometimes (though rarely), she wished she didn't have a mandatory fur coat. His smell permeated the room, sweat and musk that made her snuffle. She blinked, glancing at the strongest smelling part of him.

He always hated it when Lollipop sniffed him there, pushing her away, and she knew she shouldn't, but he wouldn't even know. He was asleep! Crawling over to him on her belly, she flattened her ears, nervous that at any minute he might awake. WIth her nose a few inches away from the man's crotch, she inhaled deeply.

She sniffed again, and then again, revelling in the strong scent that she'd fallen in love with since she was just a puppy. Alonso was the man who cared for her, fed her, consoled her when she was upset. He'd always been there with never a raised hand or an unkind word (except calling her a slut recently). As much as she was attracted to Marty, from class, she would never in a million years trade Alonso for anyone.

Now, though, she found herself thinking of him in a different way than ever before. She might never have considered it, if not for what Beau had said, but now she realized that she was very, very close to the man, and he loved her, too, so why not marry him? Nothing Father Rover had said would disallow such a thing. Would he return her feelings?

Taking a deep breath, Lollipop reached forward and ran her warm, wet tongue across Alonso's dick. He murmured softly, but didn't wake up. She licked him again, enjoying the salty taste of his sweaty skin. What am I doing!? she asked herself, but she didn't stop.

Especially when he started to stiffen. She knew what that meant! Taking another lick, she slurped up his growing length.

Alonso finally started awake, sounding a little slurred and dizzy. “Wha -?"

The Boxer froze, but she had to know. Summoning her willpower, she licked again, while he looked down at her.

“Lollipop!" he yelped, his hands flying to protect his crotch. In seconds, he was sitting up, glancing around the darkened room. “Jesus, Lolly, what the fuck!?"

She whined, flattening her ears and cowering on the bed.

“I am not a dog!" he shouted, flipping on the bed-side lamp.

Why did I do that? Oh, God, what have I done? she wondered, whimpering.

His tone softened immediately. “Shit, sorry, Lollipop. You don't know what you're doing. Hey, girl, it's okay, it's okay. You, ahem, caught me by surprise."

The tan-colored Boxer glanced up at him, not convinced just yet.

“Don't look at me like that…" he said. “Come here, it's okay."

Lollipop inched forward on her belly, nuzzling Alonso. He didn't realize until it was too late that she was rubbing her head against his crotch. He started to recoil, but when the Boxer pressed her nose up against his erection, she took another, completely involuntary lick.

This time, Alozo just winced, holding his hands by his side. He told himself that he didn't want to frighten her again, but that excuse began to fade as she licked him again. Shivering, he slid his right hand behind her head, petting her.

With slow, deliberate licks, Lollipop spread her wide tongue all the way up his rigid cock. His breathing started to increase, but he said nothing. Lollipop knew she shouldn't be doing this - they weren't really married, yet! But what better way to signal her interest, since he couldn't understand her words.

Slurp! Slurp!

“Nnnngh," he said. “This is so wrong…"

Lollipop could taste Juan's musky seed at the tip, and she started to lick faster, gulping down each bead. Now, she felt him grab her head with both hands, but instead of pushing her away, he simply adjusted her head in small amounts, groaning.

Only now did the man finally make the connection. He gasped, saying, “Do you think this is what Vanessa meant by married to her dog?" He didn't make any effort to stop Lollipop's steady licks. “God, is she letting that Doberman eat her out?"

He took a deep breath, and then said, “Fuck her?"

The Boxer nodded softly, but between the licks and his distraction, he didn't notice. Alonso said, “That's why she was talking about consent. How did I not notice?"

Lollipop's heart swelled. He was finally catching on. This morning, she'd never even have considered it, but now she knew in her heart that she loved Juan, and damn the puppies, she wanted him.

“What a slut!" he gasped.

Lollipop blinked, and stopped her licking, whimpering. If that's what he thought about Vanessa, what did he think about her? He still thought of her as a whore? She felt a pit in her stomach, backing away from Alonso.

Alonso noticed immediately, of course. His eyes popped open, and he said, “Not you," as if he was finally figuring out that she could understand his insults. “I meant Vanessa."

As if that were any better! Lollipop turned around and readied herself to jump down from the bed in a huff, wondering why she'd ever thought she would be treated as an equal by him. Sure, most humans were dense, but she'd hoped that Alonso…

“Wait!" he yelped, grabbing her hindquarters before she could jump off the bed. She glared at him over her shoulder, but he said, “I didn't mean it, really. You're not a slut, or I'd be one too. I...really liked it when you licked me."

In some ways, she could tell he was talking to himself, but it did make her feel better. She wagged her stub tail, which drew the man's eyes to her rump in his hands. He froze when he saw her dripping, bouncing spade, silent for several seconds.

“Would I?" he asked. “Could I?"

He could reach both thumbs to her puffy lips, and he tucked them into her folds, spreading them apart. Lollipop yipped in surprise at the sudden tightness. He spread her open, gazing into her tight snatch with the help of his bed-side lamp. He wasn't a particularly large man. Taking another deep breath, he said, “I could."

Lollipop barked at him over her shoulder.

“You...want it too, don't you? You've been shoving your butt in my face for the last thirty hours to give me the hint."

Lollipop froze. Did she? But they weren't officially married! Licking him was one thing, but sex? That was a sin!

Alonso held onto her, getting onto his knees behind her. She was about to bolt, but he said, “Stay," in a commanding voice.

Lollipop remembered what Father Rover had said, that slaves should obey their masters in all things. Was disobeying worse than sex before marriage? Juan was Catholic, he would definitely marry her after this. They were all but married, and when they were, the sin would be fixed. And she could always confess.

Whining, she wagged her little tail and stood firm as the man she loved lined up behind her. She trembled in anticipation, her lust warring inside of her with her fear of God. She knew this was wrong, but Alonso did too, and that wasn't stopping him. He leaned over the young Boxer, holding himself in one hand as he guided his tip to her thick, grey spade. Lollipop glanced over her shoulder, watching the last vestiges of hesitation drain from the young man's face.

Taking a gulp, Juan said, “Well, this is going to make for one really awkward confession!"

He slid his left hand around her belly, pushing forward until Lollipop felt him, his uncut tip pressing gently against her y-shaped folds. With a grunt, he pushed deeper, his cock now spreading her tight, canine pussy apart. The Boxer gasped and dropped her jaw, realizing that she was no longer a virgin. Would she be different? Would the other dogs at school notice? She closed her mouth, gritted her teeth, and moaned.

Nnnng, she groaned, his shaft suddenly rubbing up inside of her in just the right place. Waves of pleasure coursed through her synapses, unlike anything she'd felt before. Juan was already gasping for breath, her tight lips parting easily for him until just a couple inches in. He thudded against the hard, bony opening that lead deeper into her, suddenly stuck.

“God, you're…" he grunted, shifting around as he tried to figure her unusual anatomy out. “...tight." Lollipop whined and spread her legs, but he was too far up. Finally, he figured it out, lowering himself until he was pointed up and into her. Now, he could push past her pelvis, wider than any dog should have been.

Yip! she barked, but she made no move to stop the man as he shoved all the way into her. Her puffy pussy was stretched wide and squished up against him now, his hips flush with hers. With his knees on the bed, he could barely thrust into her, so he put both hands on her hips and pushed her down onto his cock instead.

The Boxer whined, starting instinctively to buck her hips up and down. It was all Alonso could do to hold her in place as she did all the work for him, grunting and humping on his throbbing cock. Her tongue was dangling out of the side of her mouth, eyes rolled in the back of their sockets, her stub-tail wagging wildly. Juan was hardly better off, moaning with his face contorted in every direction, holding onto her hips for dear life.

“Oh, God, Lollipop!" he swore.

“Juan! Juan!" she barked. As odd as it seemed, she felt like her sopping vulva had been made for her master, her husband-to-be. Their wet, trembling union sent sparks flying between their bodies, making him sweat and her pant as they squealed together in ecstasy. She had always thought she'd end up married to a dog like Marty, or maybe even someone like Beau, but it had never crossed her mind that she might get married to Juan. Now that they were together, it was the only thing that made sense.

“I'm...almost…" he gasped, tugging harder on the Boxer's rump.

Her hips flew up and down, squeezing down every bit as hard as she would have around a dog's knot, holding the young man inside her as he finally gave in. Leaning forward, he embraced her small body, groaned, and came. Her ears perked up when she heard the first squirt, and then the second. She felt suddenly and strangely complete, clenching down and milking her human for all he was worth. Her young body was a tempest around him, shuddering and humping and whining.

Like that, he was done.

It seemed like just a few seconds, maybe ten, but the man groaned loudly and pulled himself out of her with a wet plop! Lollipop collapsed onto her belly on the bed, still twitching with pleasure, while Juan took deep breaths above her.

He looked worried, but then smiled, and said, “Did you like that, girl? I sure did."

She glanced up at him and barked once, her tail wagging. He lay on his back again, but Lollipop wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. She bounded up next to him and licked his face. He was laughing at first, but soon she was in his arms and he was kissing her, jaw dropped as she plunged her full tongue into his warm, wet mouth.

They cuddled together for about twenty minutes before Juan pulled her up onto his bare chest. He laughed and licked her nose, but then slid his hands down her sides to grab her back legs.

Lollipop glanced back, confused for only a second before the man said, “If I'm going to confession anyway, might as well give it another go."

Her eyes widened, and then her face split into a wide grin as she felt him push her hips down, his thumbs caressing her wet spade. She held her breath until she finally felt him, as tall and rigid as ever, poking up against her vulva.

“Good girl…" he said slowly. And then he was inside her, his legs tense as he pushed himself upward. She could watch his satisfied groan as he filled her up, sliding smoothly inside her this time. Her legs spread wide for him, stuffed full in just seconds. Lollipop let out a keening whine, her tail still wagging.

She was too short to reach his face, as much as she wanted to lick him, so she just humped up and down, shuddering at the sheer pleasure that wracked her young body. They strained together for almost three minutes this time before they came together again, groaning and howling together. He had to pull her off forcibly this time, groaning as his cock began to soften, and Lollipop took her chance to crawl up his chest and kiss him again.

They fell asleep cuddling, and she woke still in his arms.

* * * * *

No one at school seemed to notice. Marty treated her the same way, as did the other girls, Bethany, Emm, and the newcomer Natalie. The only dog who seemed suspicious at all was Beau, and his suspicions were almost immediately borne out by Veronica and Alonso.

“How're you?" the black woman asked him.

“I...did...were you…?"

She blinked. “Oh," she said, glancing down at Lollipop. “Did you…?"

Juan quickly moved Veronica away from the others, talking in a sharp whisper. “What did you mean by 'married to your dog'?"

She played dumb. “What are you talking about?"

“At Chili's. You said you were 'taken'. By who?" he stammered.

“Juan, not so loud." She took another step back.

While they were talking, the two dogs were forced to sit beside each other, held firmly by their leashes.

Beau looked the tan Boxer over. “In heat, huh?"

“That's none of your business," she replied, refusing to meet the Doberman's eyes.

“Your human seems a bit...frazzled. I guess Veronica was right about you two."

She glared at him. “What do you mean?"

“Don't play dumb, Lollipop. I can smell him all over you, and you on him. The others don't realize what that means, but I do."

She sniffed at him, realizing that he smelled an awful lot like Veronica. Too much like her. Slowly, she gave in to her curiosity, and asked the same question that Juan was trying to ask. “Is she really your…?"

“Bitch?" he said, blithely.

“Wife," Lollipop corrected.

The Doberman's face split into a wide grin. “I guess you could say that. Did you and he finally…?"

“We're not married yet," she said, but her sideways glance betrayed her.

“But you have tied the knot?" he joked.

“Shhhh!" she said, ears and tail drooping.

“I'd have liked to see that," he said.

“You're disgusting," Lollipop groaned, but she couldn't help feel a little closer to him now that they had something in common.

Her ears perked up as she tuned back into the humans' conversation, with Alonso sounding rather indignant. “I'm not going to video tape it!"

Veronica said, “Hush. Class is about to start and I don't want talk about this with so many people around. Just...think about it. There's a lot of money in it, and you're just sharing your love. I'm not like the other producers - I only want actors who really love each other."

“Sorry, but the answer is still 'no'. I don't care what you do, but I'm already confused enough."

“I'm sorry to hear that," Veronica sighed. “Hold onto my card in case you change your mind."

Class went on just like normal, except for the knowing glances from Beau. Lollipop couldn't believe that no one could take one look at her and tell that something was different. She felt so alive and happy. By the time class was over, she was collapsed in an exhausted heap, listening casually as Veronica and Wanda chatted about the town. Lollipop didn't even feel jealous one bit to see Wanda's dog, Natalie, laughing with Marty.

After class, Juan drove to the church, letting her roam in the dog park while he went inside to confess. This gave Lollipop herself a chance to confess, bounding over to where Father Rover was. “Father, Father," she said, excitedly.

“Lollipop - I don't usually see you hear on Fridays," he said gently.

“I have good news...and bad news," she admitted, her tail slowing for the first time that day.

“Why don't you start with the bad news, so that I will be cheered by the good," he said, simply, smiling at the young Boxer.

She nodded. “I have...a sin to confess. Well, two sins."

“Oh dear," he said gravely. “Let's go to my office, then."

She nodded, following the Irish Setter. He turned back and said, “And the good news?"

“I want to get married!" she yipped.

Father Rover blinked and stopped walking. “I see," he said, starting to imagine what the two sins just might be. Still, he gave a small smile and said, “Who is the lucky dog?"

She glanced away. “Well...he's not exactly…" She started over, taking a deep breath and saying it all at once. “It's my master, Juan Alonso."

Father Rover coughed. “W-what?"

She cocked her head. “Alonso."

“Is this...ahem...related to your confessions?" he asked nervously.

She looked down, blushing. “Yes."

“Come along, Lollipop," he said briskly. “I think we need to talk."