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Bark!

The sudden burst of sound, coming as it did after a long silence, was almost enough for the young man sitting next to her to jump to his feet. Watching the flustered teen, Trisha tried in vain to keep a grin from spreading across her muzzle.

“What the hell Trish, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Neil protested, although he never could get angry at the female lying primly on the other side of the bed he was sitting on. Part of it he chalked down to her literal puppy-dog eyes, but it was mostly because Trisha was his best friend for as long as he could remember.

“I figured you need a little waking up. It’s been at least twenty minutes and you haven’t turned a page and you’re eyes haven’t moved. You know, just because we’re seniors doesn’t mean you can start slacking off now. There’s still plenty of time to ruin that precious GPA of yours…” she scolded, throwing some of Neil’s admonitions back at him. It was usually the bookish human who’d always insisted on studying whenever Trish would get antsy from sitting around for too long.

They were at his place, the human teen reading from an old-fashioned text-book while Trish used a special tablet designed for canines. She’d heard her parents remark a million times how easy pups had it these days and how they had to learn how to read and leaf through paper books, and all without clawing them to shreds.

“Sorry it’s just that… I’ve finally decided to try and ask Lisa Cooper out tomorrow. I feel like this is my last shot and I’m having a hard time thinking about anything else…”

“Oh…” Trish said, suddenly looking down at her own schoolwork and hoping Neil hadn’t noticed her perked up ears dropping a fraction of an inch.

It’s not that she didn’t want her best friend to be happy. Neil was a wonderful guy and he deserved to have a great girl, but for quite some time the young bitch had dreamed of being that girl. She knew it was her lack of nerve that was making her miserable, the fact that she never could bring herself to straight-out tell him how she felt, but in her defense, the shepherdess knew it wouldn’t be easy.

It wasn’t that canines and humans didn’t get along. She wouldn’t be here if that was true, and probably wouldn’t be living next door to Neil and his family. The two species were very friendly with each other, as long as that’s how far it went. Anything further than that was considered unsavory at best, but in small towns like theirs people still used words like ‘unnatural’ or ‘sick’.

But Trisha had a very earnest and very secret interest in this, and had gotten the distinct impression that mixed-species couples had an easier time in more urban environments. She wasn’t as bookish as her friend but she’d worked hard for the past few years so she could at least apply to some of the schools Neil wanted to go to, figuring that things could change for them if they ended up going to college together.

And if there wasn’t room at the dorms – all the better. After all, canines required less living space than humans seemed to, so they could get quite comfy in a little studio apartment somewhere just off campus. And with Neil being a little on the skinny side, they’d probably be fine with just one bed for the two of them…

“So, what’s with all this ‘last shot’ business? Lisa’s hardly the last female on Earth…” she said, hoping her friend hadn’t noticed the way her daydream had set her tail to wagging. She was also pining a few of her hopes on the way she said ‘female’ rather than ‘girl’ or ‘woman’, figuring it might make Neil broaden his horizons. It was subtle, if not cowardly, but the young bitch still felt like she’d just went ‘Hey, look at me! Look, look, look, right here, what do I have to do, raise my tail?’.

“No, but at least as far as high school’s concerned, I can only get shot down or dumped so many times. I think I at least have a chance with Lisa. She’s a nerd like me…”

Studies too much, won’t have time for you… Trish thought bitterly, making sure it didn’t show on her face.

“…bit of an indoor-type…”

A prospective mate should have those qualities which you are lacking! Don’t they teach human kids anything?

_ _ “…kinda cute…”

And you’re willing to settle for ‘kinda’?

_ _ “Well, I wish you the best of luck…” she said, turning her eyes back to her schoolwork.

What a catch you are Trish – a coward and a liar…

*******

“Hmpf! Kinda cute! Aren’t humans supposed to have superior vision?” she asked the gorgeous young bitch pouting in the mirror in front of her.

Trish knew she was cute to say the least. She was a one hundred percent pure Australian Shepherd (not that a pedigree mattered to her, but her parents were so proud of it!), she took excellent care of herself and more to the point – it showed.

She tilted her head this way and that, noting that even pouting she looked adorable. A white band went down the middle of her face and continued down her chin, with two orange-brown splotches covering her cheeks and eyes (each one with a pencil-thin outline of black fur), and her slightly floppy ears were the same black as the nose at the end of her slender muzzle. Well, almost. Like her mother, the black parts of her coat were streaked with a bit of white, which she liked, feeling it gave her a more of a dazzling look than plain black like her dad had.

And as gorgeous as her coat was to look at, the fluffy, pristine fur was sure to feel like heaven to whoever she allowed to touch her. As clueless as Neil was, even he’d often remarked on how nice and silky it felt under his hand. More proof we were made for each other! she thought. Paws weren’t nearly as tactile, and she knew a male dog would never be able to appreciate petting her like her best friend could. Even though he was careful never to go past her shoulders…

Trish craned her neck to keep her eyes on the mirror as she turned around to have a look at her rump. Her thick, fluffy tail flew up with a flourish, the young canine arching her back as she gave the mirror her best ‘mount me!’ look. A big no-no in public, of course. Once you stopped being a pup you got told time and time again to make sure to keep your tail covering yourself, especially if you were a female. After all, a boy hiking his tail up would be seen as lewdly showing off, rather than inviting someone to climb aboard, so to speak.

She’d dreamed over and over again of doing this for Neil, but wondered if he would even get the meaning of it. She’d seen humans flirt and that at least was fairly cross-species, but she had no idea how they figured body language out with all those clothes on! Especially since they seemed to have little to no sense of smell.

The bitch blushed, lowering her tail a little as she remembered her failed attempt at subtly seducing her crush. She figured if she couldn’t tell him how she felt, she might get him to make the first move. So she did something very, very un-ladylike. Licking yourself down there wasn’t really a taboo among canines, as long as you did it in private, and quite importantly – licked yourself clean once you were done, preferably running your privates over a deodorant pad.

A year or so ago she’d given herself a little tonguing session, purposefully working herself up and stopping just before she achieved release. Then, with her little spade slightly swollen and quite messy she almost bolted out of the house, dodging both her siblings but more importantly her parents. She’d die of embarrassment if her father had caught her scent, but if her mother had caught her trying to go out smelling like that, the fact that her daughter was almost a grown bitch wouldn’t stop her from nipping Trish’s butt until she was too sore to sit.

And it had all been for nothing! If she’d pulled that with a canine male he would be awkwardly trying to hide his showing sheath within a minute, tops! She’d pinned a lot of her hopes on that, but she knew after her failure she’d have to make the first move. It was so frustrating to watch Neil throw himself at human girls, getting a few dates at best before ending up alone again, when he had her right under his (useless) nose!

Or maybe he thinks going out with a canine would be wrong… sick…. she thought, her ears dropping at the intrusion of her worst fear – that her friend really thought that it was a line that should never be crossed.

But it was such a stupid rule! Every day you saw humans and canines getting along perfectly – every building and home was, by law, designed with both species in mind. The majority of humans adopted the Japanese style of living and dining rooms, with mats placed around low tables, and even those that remained nostalgic about chairs had tables that could lower for those times they had four-legged guests.

Humans had gone to great length designing electronic devices and appliances, such as the tablet she used, to make the lives of canines easier, and they had paid them back in full. Dogs, whether professionals or volunteers, always led search and rescue teams, served in the police and military, and were an even bigger boon in the field of medicine. Most canines could tell by smell when a human’s body wasn’t working quite properly, and those that earned a medical degree could make an accurate diagnosis and form a treatment plan. Some of the old hounds who’d spent decades of their life working in hospitals could stroll through a waiting room and give the same results it would have taken multiple invasive tests and days of scans and lab work.

There were fringe whackos on both sides advocating for a segregated society, but they were laughed at whenever they tried to bring their ideas up in public. And yet both sides agreed there was one line that should never be crossed – the one running between her and Neil.

All the sassy pouting was gone from the young bitch looking back at Trish from her mirror, her tail now limp between her legs and both her ears and muzzle drooping. And there was the knowledge that tomorrow her best friend would be asking another girl out. She couldn’t help but hope she’d turn him down, but thinking like that still made her feel horrible. So Neil is supposed to be lonely and miserable until I work up the guts to tell him how I feel…

With that thought, she just crawled under her blanket. Her pervious intention had been to relax a little with her guilty little pass-time. Apart from schoolwork, her tablet contained an impressive and ever-growing collection of what she liked to think of as research material. All of it quite illicit, human on canine stuff, and mostly a male human with a bitch.

It was largely tawdry little stories, illustrations, but a few brave souls no doubt living someplace where inter-species sex wasn’t such a big deal had filmed their intimate encounters, and those difficult to discover clips were the gems of her little collection. It was also a way for her to get some relief, but she knew that with the mood she was in, it would only make her more sad and frustrated, and she was sure her dreams would do a good enough job of that on their own.

*******

“Hi Mrs. Sinclair, is Neil home?” Trisha asked, looking up hopefully at the human female. She couldn’t walk with him from school since she was on the track team and they had practice, the coach trying to get as much out of her star runner until she went off to college.

“Yes, but I think he’s in a bit of a mope. He just mumbled a ‘Hi’ when he came in and went straight to his room.”

“Oh. Well, you mind if I go up and see him?”

“Not at all, maybe you can help get him out of whatever funk he’s in.” Neil’s mother replied, genuinely grateful for the young canine’s visit. Trisha was a nice girl and always seemed to cheer her boy up, the two of them being inseparable since they were introduced to each other.

She smiled a little at the fond memory of the still crawling infant meeting the neighbors’ puppies for the first time. The canines’ motor skills developed earlier than humans, and Trisha’s siblings – Dale and Samantha – had little interest in the human boy who couldn’t walk let alone race, but she seemed to take an instant liking to him. They were so close that even when Neil had learned to walk, the moment he saw Trisha he would get down on all fours so he could be eye-level with his friend, a habit which only stopped when he realized he couldn’t keep up with the energetic pup by crawling around.

She had to admit to being a little worried when they both started going through puberty without having a lasting relationship, and if pushed she’d admit that she’d linger by her son’s door whenever they were together, ear cocked just in case the two were doing something they shouldn’t. She chalked it down to a bit of maternal paranoia, since they were both nice, well-behaved kids. You only got those kinds when people didn’t grow up being taught proper values.

“Neil, can I come in?” she asked, and soon heard the shuffling of feet before the door was unlocked and opened for her.

“Hi Trish…” Neil said, obviously trying to hide just how bummed-out he was. Trisha doubted his effort would have fooled a human’s ears, and it was wasted on someone with canine hearing.

“Sooo, how did it go with Lisa?” she asked, although she could see the answer. Even though some part of her felt relieved that she hadn’t lost him to a human girl, she didn’t have to put an effort into hiding it, feeling genuinely sorry at seeing her friend like this.

“Well, it was a new one. She said she was flattered, but that she just wanted to focus on her college prep and didn’t have the time to date…”

“Well, it’s her loss.” She said, her voice sounding honest and managing to curve Neil’s lip a little when he caught sight of the stern scolding expression on Trish’s cute face.

“Doesn’t really feel like it. Well, that’s it for high-school. Now I have to work out what I was doing wrong all this time and try to show the world a new Neil when I get to college…”

“You shouldn’t have to change!” _ I like my Neil the way he is, and if human girls don’t, that’s all the better!_ “I mean, I’m a girl and if I didn’t think you were fun to be around I wouldn’t be hanging around you all the time, would I?”

“Point taken. But you like me for my mind…” he said, proving to Trish just how oblivious he was “…and it’s going to get a little more than that to get a girl to go out with me and not bail on me once something better shows up.”

“Ugh, I can’t understand how you humans can put such emphasis on physical appearance!”

“So what, canines are less shallow?”

“Far from it! Looks are important to us, but let’s be frank – there don’t seem to be a lot of different kinds of humans.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you all look… you know… human. A little hair on top, some fuzz on your body here and there, both the hair and skin have a fairly limited pallet of colors and no patterns of any kind! And apart from some variations in height and weight you’re more-or less the same build. I mean just think of all the different kinds of canines out there, then factor in the fact that we also have different proportions even within the same breed, and then you have to factor in who-knows how many crossbreeds!”

“Huh, when you put it like that I suppose we do seem a little generic.”

“Well it’s not that bad. I mean, that’s why you style and dye your hair, why your females wear cosmetics, and why you have a bazillion kinds of clothing. Trying to stand out a little.”

“So you think a new outfit and hairstyle would solve my problem.”

“Well, not necessarily. I mean, what is it about your body that you think isn’t attractive to women?”

“Well, the pale and skinny thing isn’t really turning a lot of heads…” Neil said, smiling a little despite himself. He had a hard time staying depressed when Trish was around.

“Okay, that’s easy to solve! We just need to get you a little more active!” she said, hopping around his bed as if to illustrate her point. “How about swimming? Weather’s getting warmer every day, it will give you a nice tan and a bit of muscle. I can even teach you how to doggy-paddle!” she said, and they both grinned at the image.

“Well, since neither of us has a pool, I assume your suggesting that a guy whose self-esteem is at an all-time low expose vast amounts of his underwhelming body in public?”

“Okay then – running! I go for a run every day, y-you should join me.” She said, stuttering a little as she realized what she was proposing.

Supposedly there was a time long, long ago when a bitch would make a male chase her to prove that he could keep up and was worthy of becoming her mate. The practice of a female making a potential suitor chase her was considered a bit sappy and old-fashioned these days, but some romantics still claimed it was a wonderful expression of a male’s desire for the bitch he loves – racing after her with reckless abandon and not caring if the whole world sees.

“I’d probably just wind up eating your dust…”

“Well okay then, if you’re going to shoot down every brilliant idea that I have, just go and find a girl who’ll take you as you are!” she tossed back in mock irritation, a little relieved that Neil had missed the significance of her offer. Still the thought of him racing after her did make her feel a little feminine thrill. I’d never thrown a race for anyone, but I think I’d make an exception in one case…

“I’ve tried that, there aren’t any in a thirty mile radius…” Neil said, plopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling.

“Yes there are!” Trisha tossed back, putting her forepaws on the bed and surprising herself with the anger and frustration that had crept into her voice. Enough, apparently, for a human ears to pick up.

“Who?” Neil asked the ceiling.

Remember last night Trisha? Remember all the others? How many more would you like? And it can get worse! He could find someone, maybe even a girl who’ll see what you see in him. And then you will have lost the male you love forever, just because you were too chicken to say…

“Well, how about me?” she said, so softly that she was surprised Neil heard her, even in the silence of his bedroom. Her eyes were pointed down, but she still caught the sight of him getting up on his elbows, the expression on his face blank as the new information it received made his brain go into full gear.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I mean I… I like you…” she said, managing to drag her eyes up to meet his.

“Well… of course you do, we’re best friends…” Neil said, finding it hard to form a sentence as he realized he must have just misunderstood what Trish had meant.

“No I mean I don’t… that is I do like you as my friend but I also like you… other ways…” she said, feeling her heart beating like she’d just run a mile in a minute. This was it, the terrible gamble that she’d been afraid of all this time. Her friend would either be disgusted with her, or…

“Oh…”

“What do you mean ‘oh’?” Trish had figured her confession would either be met with something along the lines of ‘I love you too!’ or ‘You disgust me!’ and was quite frankly stunned by just an ‘Oh’.

“Hey, gimme a second, this is a lot to take in… Well, I definitely like you a lot, but the way I think of you…”

“So help me God if you say ‘like a sister’ I’m gonna bite you!” she barked, and Neil couldn’t help but grin at the flustered and outraged expression on her face.

“No, no, it’s not that. When I think about it, I can see myself having a romantic relationship with you…” he said as he sat up on the edge of the bed, and at this point Trish was in no state to keep her tail from wagging. “… but I’m not sure I can see you as sexy. I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous and all but…”

“…but you’re not sure if I’m sexy enough for you?” Trish asked, her tone becoming teasing and playful as she felt confidence flood her. She knew what Neil was going through, because she had to cross that line herself. You got it subtly pounded into your brain your whole life – you can’t be attracted to a member of the other species. But then you see something which kinda changes your mind…

She kept it subtle, standing sideways in full view of her friend as she stretched a little. She pushed herself forward, her back legs fully extended and trembling just a tad as he fluffy chest was thrust out, a gesture that seemed to draw Neil’s eyes despite the fact that unlike a human girl there were no breasts on it.

She finished it all off with a little groan that almost but not quite crossed the line of innocent. Her bushy tail was raised and curled, and although Neil couldn’t see anything below it from his vantage point, it was still a suggestive gesture. She noticed her friend subtly moving his hands over his crotch, but with her nose there was no hiding the effect her display had on him.

Gotcha!

“Still don’t think you can find me sexy?” she asked, unable to stop her joy and eagerness from ruining what she hoped would be a sultry, husky question.

“Okay, you made your point – I’m apparently as kinky as you are…” Neil admitted, matching Trisha’s smile as color rose to his cheeks. “But I dunno… can humans and canines even… you know…”

“Yes they can, I’ve seen it a millio…” the young bitch excitedly barked out before realizing what she was admitting to. “I mean I’ve done my research, just in case you felt the same way…”

“You’ve watched porn?” the human teen asked, sensing it was his time to watch his friend squirm.

“N-no! I mean it’s…”

“You’ve watched porn!”

“S-shut up!” she said, trying to sound angry but her grin and the wag of her tail kind of ruined the impact. “It’s not porn! I mean, some of it really is but… There’s a community of people like us out there! Some of them are stuck in small-minded small-towns like us but in the cities it’s different. People have written all sorts of things, from their own experiences, to some more practical stuff, a few obvious fantasies but there are couples who’ve shared videos of their more… intimate moments. And yeah, there’s apparently a surprising amount of human-canine porn out there, so sue me – I’ve watched some SSS smut…”

“SSS?”

“Yeah, instead of XXX. You know, how there’s three ‘s’ together in cross-species?” she explained, reminding herself to give her ‘SSS’ folder a little pruning before she let Neil see it. He probably didn’t need to see all those bitchdom videos, which Trish only downloaded out of curiosity.

“Wow. So there are people who’ve actually made this work? They have relationships and everything?” Neil said, and Trish could almost hear the gears turning in his head. She got on the bed and sat down next to him, close enough that she was pressed gently against him, and a little closer than she’d ever sat before.

“There are even married couples…”

“Seriously?”

“Cross my heart. I mean, it’s not actually against the law or anything, it’s just…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean…” he said and the pair sank into reflective silence for a few moments. There was no law against it because there was no need for one – in most places the taboo went so deep that it did a good enough job of prohibiting even casual cross-species relationships, let alone marriage.

“So we’d have to keep it a secret around here…” Neil mused, and as grim as the thought was Trish felt her tail wagging at the realization that her friend felt for her what she felt for him. Everything else, the bitch figured, was a matter of sorting out the details.

“Well, we’re not gonna be stuck here for long. By fall we’ll be off to college, and if we go to the same school…” the shepherdess suggested, subtly infecting her friend with her little dream.

“Yeah, things are bound to be less up-tight there. We could be ourselves, and if things work out by the time we’ve got our degrees we’ll be confident enough and brave enough to tell our friends and family… Or we’ll just chicken out and go for a doctorate or two.” He added jokingly, and Trish forced herself to smile even as her ears dropped at the thought.

Her future with Neil was looking bright, but telling her family how she felt remained the biggest, blackest cloud on that horizon. She’d thought about it before, and on more than one occasion she’d woken up in the middle of the night after having dreamt of what such an encounter would look like. When she was little and she had a bad dream, Trish would always go to her parents and tell them about her nightmare and they’d make her feel better again, but telling her about these ones could actually make them come true.

But this time she wasn’t alone in her bed, shaking with these feelings of looming dread. She was aware of Neil next to her, the familiar smell of him and the heat of his body next to hers. She had one major fear in her life, but now she felt like that fear was outnumbered. At that moment it wasn’t love that she felt for the young human, but a profound gratitude just for his being there. She thought about telling him that, but before she could so much as form a sentence her neck was already craning and the young bitch found herself pressing the tip of her muzzle just under Neil’s neck, her tongue briefly flicking out to give him a little lick. It was over in an instant and after she pulled away and looked up at Neil, she saw in his eyes that despite the species-barrier between them he’d recognized the kiss for what it was.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, Neil’s green eyes gazing into Trisha’s deep brown orbs, neither of them noticing they were drifting closer to each other until their mouths were almost touching. As kisses go it was an awkward thing as a canine muzzle met human lips, but it was one both of them would remember for the rest of their lives.

Trish could feel her tail wagging like crazy behind her, swishing audibly against the sheets as she flicked her tongue out again, only to have Neil do the same to her. A happy little whine escaped her muzzle when the human teen put one hand on her cheek and shuddered as the trailing fingers reached the base of one of her ears.

A part of her wanted to stay like this forever, or at least until their tongues went numb, but all those nights spent staring at the screen had left the young bitch with quite a lot she wanted to try. She lifted one paw and very gently brushed it over Neil’s crotch, feeling something that told her that despite the fact he lacked her knowledge (albeit theoretical) about inter-species sex, he was eager to learn. With a little bit of hesitation, she moved her paw to Neil’s chest and broke their kiss.

“L-lie down. I wanna try something…” she said in a breathy, or more to the point breathless tone, doing her best not to pant.

Neil looked a bit dazed, but he did as instructed, leaning back on his elbows so he could see what Trisha was doing. A look of alarm crossed his face when his friend bit down on the waistband of his sweatpants, looking both happy and fierce as she pulled it downwards. Neil could have sworn he heard a hint of growl, although it was more endearing then intimidating as he watched the teen bitch briefly struggle with the clothing. Once it was half-way down his thighs she released it and brought her gaze up to the human shaft now freed of its confines and dispelling the last of Neil’s doubts about his ability to find Trish sexually attractive.

Coming face-to-muzzle with her friend’s equipment, Trish found herself cocking her head and just examining the twitching shaft. She’d never seen any male’s cock up close like this, although when her brother started going through puberty his would slip out a few inches every now and then and she’d catch a glimpse of red before he realized he was showing and did his best to hide it.

She knew what a human would look like down there, having seen her share of both pics and videos, but it was still uncanny to see a shaft without a sheath, seemingly covered with the same skin as the rest of his body, apart from the tip. Her nostrils were a lot busier than her eyes, because there was one part of this experience that her tablet couldn’t provide, and it just so happened to be an important one for a canine.

Truth be told, quite a few of the human males she’d watched were more physically impressive than Neil, but as the scent of her soon-to-be lover filled both her nose and her mind, she was having a hard time recalling what any of them looked like. She wasn’t even sure when she’d gotten this close to the twitching rod, but she was close enough to lick it now.

That thought alone was enough to send her tongue out, the velvety appendage flicking over the fleshy shaft, her ears perking up at the gasp coming from the reclining male. The realization that she was the reason he made that sound thrilled Trisha, and a second later she was running her long tongue along his shaft, starting at the base and ending with a flick across the slightly bulbous top, a part she was beginning to suspect was especially sensitive. She was busily licking away at the shaft, flattening it against Neil’s abs only for the hard length to spring back up and boop her muzzle when the groaning male managed to speak up.

“Trish, you mind sort of… turning around? I wanna try and return the favor… “Neil said, and a second later he found himself presented with Trisha’s rear, the Australian Shepherd’s fluffy body now resting on top of him.

“You know what to do?” the bitch asked, hiking up her tail at the thought of having her crush touch her where she desperately wanted to be touched.

“Not really, but I’ll give it my best shot, and you just tell me if I’m doing it right…” he said, taking a good look at what was under his friend’s tail.

Trish’s sex was somewhat protruding from her rump, the hairless mound a grey so dark that it appeared almost black, the dark skin already glistening and telling the teen in no uncertain terms just how much his friend was enjoying this. Neil wasn’t exactly sure how a canine female’s equipment worked, since sex-ed classes were always segregated both by gender and by species, except that you were at least taught something about your own species opposite gender.

Trisha’s sex didn’t have a slit like a human girl would have, the dark mound instead having three folds instead of two and looking like a ‘Y’ rather than a vertical line. He felt like that should have been a bigger deal, but as Trisha went back to lovingly licking his shaft he felt an overwhelming desire to make her feel as good as she was making him feel. He put both his hands on her fluffy rump, holding her still as he carefully ran his tongue across her spade.

“Aaaaahh!” Trish gasped, stopping her licking for a second as her body tensed under Neil’s touch.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“No, it’s just your tongue’s a little raspier than a dog’s…”

“Oh, so you’ve been with a male dog before?”

“N-no…”

“Female?” he asked, sounding incredulous, but not exactly disgusted by the idea.

“No!” Trish barked at the implication “It’s just that… Look, if humans could bend far enough you’d be doing it too, so let’s just leave it at that!”

Even though Neil couldn’t see her face from where he was, he could well imagine the indignant expression on her muzzle, although he wasn’t really sure she was wrong. Either way, he gave her another lick, making sure to press his tongue against her a little more lightly, and the coo he got in return told him she was definitely warming up to a raspy tongue back here.

Her needy whimpers only served to spur him on, his touch becoming a little more confident as he realized just how responsive Trish was to his rookie efforts, her own licks feeling so amazing that the teen forgot that his partner was as new to this as he was. As every breath he took now carried the scent of her, he realized he could acutely notice a difference in the way she smelled.

He’d be hard pressed to actually describe the fragrance of Trisha’s fur, but hers was a smell he’d known his whole life and one he’d come to associate with his best friend. But the musk filing his nose now was heady, almost sweet, and definitely more intense. And so lost was he in this realization that he almost didn’t notice when the young female’s licking stopped.

A second later he moaned into the shepherdess’s little mound as something hot and moist slowly engulfed firth the head and then the shaft of his member. He kept the rest of his body just as rigid as his cock was, knowing that Trish’s cute muzzle hid rows of quite impressive teeth, but all he felt was the velvety texture of the bitch’s tongue caress the underside of his shaft as she effortlessly swallowed every last inch.

Trisha could feel her tail wagging in triumph as she savored both the taste of her lover and the feeling of him moaning into her needy sex. She was a bit worried about how effective this little maneuver would be, since she didn’t have human lips that could wrap themselves around the base and form a seal. But her long muzzle meant that she could easily take Neil’s entire length into her mouth, her little black nose letting out tiny puffs of air into his sack as she used her equally long tongue to caress the shaft even now spurting down her throat. And she squeaked into it when she felt something firm press against and then into her eager sex.

Neil knew he couldn’t last long, and figured it was a miracle he hadn’t already spurted his load down Trish’s throat. He wanted to make her feel as good as she was making him feel, and if his friend was used to a tongue down there, he figured he’d up the ante. He wet his middle finger in his mouth, although he suspected the young shepherdess’s sex was slick enough, her folds looking just a little bit looser then when he’d started tonguing them.

Bringing the tip to the tri-fold opening of Trisha’s cunny he felt the mound clench briefly as the first inch easily slid in, her muscles relaxing a second later and allowing him to push further inside. He almost regretted the fact that he was stuffed down her muzzle, since the muffled sounds she was making sounded quite interesting as he began to poke and prod inside her, the velvety walls clenching around his finger whenever he’d hit what appeared to be a sensitive spot.

Trish was glad she had the teen’s cock in her muzzle because she was sure that without it she would have made enough noise for a human to hear. Neil’s finger felt nothing like her tongue, and the sensation of something hard penetrating her was an entirely new thrill for the young bitch. And the smooth appendage was quite nimble, her friend obviously poking around in there with the explicit intent of making her cum before he did.

She briefly considered playing his little game and trying to one-up him, but the moment he used his thumb to gently rub the outside of her mound she gave up on the idea. She could feel her little spade stretching around the digit, wondering if Neil was enjoying the sight of her sex suckling his finger as he began to gently pump it in and out of her. The other digits began to rub and squeeze her well-stuffed spade, and a second later Trisha heard herself whine around her friend’s shaft even as she came around his fingers.

Neil didn’t really need the signal, because from where he was standing the young canine’s orgasm was quite obvious. He’d never seen a human girl do this, especially from such a good vantage point, so he couldn’t compare, but he didn’t think he needed to. Trisha’s mound was visibly tensing around the finger’s he’d stuffed into it, her velvety walls seeming determined to suck him even deeper in as the rest of his hand squeezed and caressed the twitching spade.

Once he got the impression that she’d calmed down he began pumping again, wondering if he should add another finger before his friend decided to return fire. Her tongue began to twist around his member like a snake in its death-throes, the velvety appendage stroking all over his shaft while the base of it rubbed his sensitive head.

“T-Trish… I’m gonna…” he managed to say, clenching his teeth as he struggled to delay his climax long enough to give his friend the chance to pull off. Instead the young bitch just kept him deep inside her muzzle and began to move her tongue up and down his shaft, pressing it firmly against the roof of her mouth as she began to milk the throbbing length.

Trisha’s ears caught her friend’s grunts just as her muzzle caught the first spurts of his seed, the canine’s throat immediately gulping down every jet of thick, warm goo that squirted out of the smooth length twitching against her tongue. The taste was slightly bitter in the back of her throat, but Trish found herself eagerly suckling every hot drop, the familiar smell of Neil now mixing with the new and very masculine scent, one that seemed to push a few buttons in the back of her mind.

The stayed like that for a while, with Trisha nursing on Neil’s softening cock, and the boy licking around the finger still firmly embedded within his friend’s sex. After a minute or two, Trish reluctantly let her friend’s member slip out of her muzzle and even more reluctantly pulled herself off his dexterous digit before turning around and laying on top of him. She could taste herself on Neil’s tongue as she kissed him, although that was hardly new to her after many lonely nights licking herself to sleep. And if Neil could taste his own stuff on her muzzle he wasn’t complaining, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close until…

…the knock on the door nearly gave them both a heart attack. Their little encounter was quite spontaneous, so much so that neither of them had remembered to lock the door before starting. The last traces of their shared afterglow were washed away by a surge of adrenaline as Trisha jumped off Neil and the human teen began to frantically pull his pants back up.

“Neil? Hope I’m not interrupting anything important…”

“Uh, no mom. Trish just came over to cheer me up after a crappy day. We don’t have any schoolwork to work on…”

“Oh good. Well I was just starting on dinner and wanted to ask Trisha if she’d be joining us?”

“Uh, no thanks Mrs. Sinclair. I’ll be headed home soon.” The bitch replied, managing to keep her voice steady and her tail tucked very low.

“Okay then. Thanks for getting Neil out of his funk…”

“D-don’t mention it…” Trish replied, knowing that the woman would have blown a fuse if she knew just how she’d done it. After Neil’s mother had left, the two remained as still as statues, with Neil relaxing only when the sound of her footsteps had faded.

“Holy fuck that was close!” Neil hissed, locking the door and leaning against it, just in case.

“I know! Thank God humans can’t smell, or we would have been screwed.”

“Hey we can smell, just not very… really, is it that noticeable? I mean I can still kinda smell you but I was fairly close to the action, so to speak.”

“Oh yeah! Believe me, love is quite literally in the air.”

“So there would be no way we could get away with something like this at your place?”

“Are you nuts?” she hissed, just the thought making her lower her voice. “With my parents in the house? And if my brother and sister were at home too that would be four noses and eight sets of super-keen ears to worry about!”

“Well, we’ll have to work something out. We were lucky my clothes were still on. Well I was, you have it easy since you’re naked all the time anyway.” He said and he could feel himself blushing at the thought. He’d never paid much attention to it, but now he was looking at his childhood friend in quite a different light.

“Yeah, well don’t blame me for your species strange notions of modesty. I’m not sure who invented clothes, but I’m positive it wasn’t a dog.”

“Well, either way, we’ll have to think of something better for next time…”

“Sooooo, you liked it?” she asked, her voice dropping a little and taking on a coy tone. She knew he did, of course, but after all this time of keeping her feelings a secret, she figured she’d earned a few kind words.

“Are you kidding? Even with the near-stroke my mom almost gave me, I feel happier now then I’ve felt in ages. We just have to figure out how and where…” he said, sitting back down on his bed. Trish came over and quickly laid her head in his lap, letting out a happy sigh as he began to pet her.

“Well, if you feel that way, I may have an idea. How would you feel about staying after school tomorrow?”

*******

“Are you sure about this? I mean, the school is not exactly a less public place than my room…”

“Relax, classes are over, there’s only like a handful of people in the whole building, and I guarantee none where we’re going.”

“And where is that?”

“The storage room for all the gym and sports equipment.”

“Well then you’ll have to lead the way. And you’re sure the place is safe?”

“Yup. Locks from the inside and outside, and as a senior and track star, I have the code.” She said, tossing her head proudly as she almost trotted past the field.

The door was fairly out of the way, a few steps down on a side of the school that was empty unless one team or other had practice. Since the field was empty today, the two felt reasonably safe as they made their way to the door.

“Okay, now cover your ears while I enter the code.” Trish said, since she hated fiddling with the number pad.

“Really?”

“Hey, I swore an oath!” she replied with a smile. Once she carefully spoke the numbers the lock beeped and the two quickly made their way inside, pushing it closed again until they heard the click as it locked once again.

“Okay, now see if you can wrestle down one of those gym mats…”

“You seem quite at home here for someone doing this for the first time…” Neil replied, grunting under the weight of one of the mats.

“Yeah, well we aren’t’ exactly breaking new ground here. This is a little secret among us jocks…”

“Please don’t call yourself that, it will kill the mood…”

“Sorry. Anyway, Melanie told me about the arrangement when she heard I got trusted with the code last year. She’d been sneaking off here for some nookie ever since a girl a grade ahead of her told her about it.”

“Oh. So her boyfriend’s a canine?”

“Not a canine, and not a _boy_friend…”

“Oh…” Neil said, his cheeks coloring a little as he wondered what lucky girl managed to catch the eye of the captain of the school’s volleyball team.

“Yeah, couples like us aren’t the only ones who have a hard time in small towns…”

“Still feels kinda weird. You know- the two of us a couple…”

“Well, we came here to do some coupling, didn’t we?” she asked, rubbing her head against his thigh affectionately, and then just to emphasize the affection, against the front of his pants. “But I know what you mean. Still, it’s a good kind of weird, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, having a girl who’s crazy for me is definitely a good kind of weird…” he said, trailing a hand from the top of Trisha’s head and down her back. The shepherdess shivered in delight at being petted, especially since his hand hadn’t stopped at her shoulders, sliding along her silky coat all the way to her rump. The last time Neil had touched her anywhere near there had been while they were still preschoolers, and hadn’t been told there were places you shouldn’t touch others…

Especially if they don’t have as many legs as you do…

Her lush tail rose instinctively as her childhood friend’s hand settled on her rump, giving him a flash of her sex. Her muff had begun to moisten the moment she heard the door lock behind them, and judging by the way Neil was standing stock-still and staring back there, it was quite a sight by now.

“Okay, now I have a little rule for this relationship – whenever we’re alone and safe neither of us gets to wear clothes!” she said, giving her tail a little wag.

“Well, that seems fair and balanced…” Neil said with a smile, but nevertheless proceeded to disrobe for the watching canine.

Trish wasn’t sure why her friend was so unhappy with his body. He was a bit on the pale and lean side, but the sight of him as he showed more and more skin was certainly enough to arouse her, and she shouldn’t even be aroused by a human! Sure, he could do with a bit more exercise, but she was confident she’d be able to get him to join her on her morning jogs. She suspected he’d no longer mind running behind her and watching her rump bounce and flex as she trotted along.

Once he was done, she figured he deserved a little reward for the show he’d given her. She walked up to him and looked up at his face as she began to work her tongue over his privates. She ran the silky appendage from his hanging sack and up his shaft, pressing the fleshy rod against his belly as she firmly licked along its underside. The teen’s cock was soon glistening, and when she saw the tip begin to flare a little bit she backed off, turning around and raising her tail – an unsubtle invitation for her lover to return the favor.

She arched her back when she felt Neil’s hands on her tush, thrusting her firm rear out into those strong yet nimble hands. He was kneeling behind her and the young bitch could feel her tail tremble when she felt his breath on her sex, moments before his thumbs gently spread her mound. She could feel her flower open up and felt a little bashful at how exposed she was, and very turned on knowing who she was exposed to.

She didn’t bother stifling a needy yip when she felt Neil’s tongue against the pink flesh of her sex, her hearing telling her that the mats piled in the room were doing a good enough job of muffling her noises. She wouldn’t trust herself to howl, but it was liberating to be able to let out these little sounds to let her lover know just how much she was enjoying herself.

“Mmmpf! Neil, could you stop for a sec? I kinda wanted us to try something else…” she said, barely getting the sentence out as her mound was deftly worked over. Part of her was content to just let the human’s raspy little tongue work her up and over the edge again and again, and it had taken a lot of for her to speak up.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”

Trisha was surprised to find herself speechless. After all, this was the moment she’d dreamt about, and she’d practiced her next line a thousand times. Sometimes it was sultry, sometimes shy yet romantic. Sometimes her invitation was lewd and primal. Now as she craned her neck to look at her lover, no words whatsoever came to mind, so she just turned her head forward to hide her embarrassed expression before stretching her forepaws out a little and lifting her tail as high as it would go.

Each second felt like a minute crawling by as she waited, hoping Neil could read her body language and she wasn’t looking like an idiot. He seemed to be equally at a loss for words, but when the young bitch felt a pair of hands gently land on her slender waist she knew he’d understood. She let out a shuddering breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, tingles running up her spine as her lover’s fingers dug into her silky coat.

She found herself fighting a desperate urge to actually pant, settling instead for taking deep breaths, her keen ears picking up the little shuffling sounds as Neil positioned himself behind her. She began to wonder if doing it doggy-style was the right choice, realizing that she’d just presented herself on instinct without thinking about the differences in their bodies. All doubts left her along with her shuddering breath as she suddenly felt something soft yet firm press against her moist sex.

Neil was crouching behind Trish and doing his best to keep up the romantic mood while desperately trying to figure out how to get his head inside the Y shaped folds of her cunny. He was beginning to realize why canine shafts had a point at the tip as he struggled to get his own so much as wedged in his lover, the moist silky texture of her mound making him desperate to feel her body wrapping around it.

He’d wondered how this would eventually play out, with both of them being virgins even within their own species. He supposed he was lucky Trish chose to take him from behind, since she couldn’t see just how awkward and nervous he felt back here. Well Neil, you’ve got the wrong tool for the job, but on the plus side, you’ve got no experience!

Sensing Neil’s problem, Trisha spread her legs a little further and did her best to thrust her rear out as far as she could. She also craned her neck, because as much as this position felt right to some deep part in her doggy-brain, she wanted to see her friend-turned-lover as he took her for the first time. Neil looked up a few seconds later and the two just stood like that for a moment as the gravity of their situation sunk in and then seemed to melt away. For a second the tension and anxiety of the two virgins faded, and it seemed like this was something they’d happily shared many times before.

Trish let out a whimpering moan when Neil’s blunt head hit the right spot, parting her tri-fold sex and slowly sinking and inch or so inside her. She braced herself for what she knew was coming but still let out a little yelp as a sharp sting interrupted the magnificent sensation of a male entering her for the first time in her life.

“You okay?” Neil asked, looking up from the mesmerizing sight of the young bitch’s mound wrapped around his shaft.

“Yeah just… give me a few seconds.” She said, although there was a part of her that didn’t want to wait despite the pain between her legs. His finger had been slim enough to pass through her hymen but the blunt head of his member wasn’t, and Trish didn’t want these twinges of pain to color her first time with her new lover.

“Just so you know, you’re my first too…” Neil said almost bashfully, correctly guessing why Trisha needed a break.

The shepherdess suspected that was the case, but the honest admission still made her smile almost drunkenly, a giddiness bubbling up within her at the knowledge that they’d just given each other their virginities. The pain in her loins was now just a dull throb, and no longer reason enough to delay what they both wanted. She pushed back against him just a little, her muff swallowing another inch of his steely cock and not minding it was the wrong shape.

A sound that started in her throat as a deep and sultry murr ended in a whine as she felt her velvety walls stretch, her moist tunnel seeming to mold itself around the throbbing length steadily pushing deeper and deeper inside her. She whimpered and moaned, alternating between sentient and bestial noises, but all of them unmistakably tingled with feminine delight as Neil reached parts of her that had never been touched until now. She felt both triumph and a little dismay when her lover’s hips pressed against her furry rump, her stretched mound rubbing against the sparse fuzz of his crotch.

Neil stopped for a while once he’d sheathed himself inside the moaning female, staring down where his shaft disappeared into Trisha’s canine sex. He had nothing to compare it to, but the sensation of being inside someone was more intense than he’d imagined, and he had to pause just to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there. Trisha’s silky tunnel felt amazing as it seemed to caress the length buried within it, but the spade stretched around his cock was even more insistent, pulsing visibly every time it griped and milked around his length.

The shepherdess was savoring the sensation of having her lover so firmly clasped in her sex that she could feel his heartbeat within her, so lost in the intimate bliss that she was startled when the fleshy rod that now felt like a part of her began to withdraw. Unlike the penetration, there was no pain now, no discomfort, nothing to dull the sheer delight of her lover’s cock sliding out of her. Her mound gripped the now slick length, clinging to it lovingly as the bitch’s clit buried within it was pressed against the throbbing rod.

She looked back in time to catch Neil’s expression as he drank in the sight of her body, the naked lust written across his face making her feel wonderfully desired. Not that there was any doubt about that anymore. He caught her gaze and with her muzzle parted she gave him a look she hoped conveyed just how badly she wanted him now.

Trisha knew her message was received when Neil’s cock slid back inside her, the canine’s sensitive ears picking up the tiny squelch her muff made as their juices were forced out of it by the shaft sinking within her. The pain of her initial penetration was now a distant memory, and even that was being washed away by the sensation of a heat building between her legs as Neil once again bottomed out within her.

Noticing Trish was now more than comfortable, Neil began thrusting in and out of her tight little mound at a slow but steady pace, crouching down a little to keep himself level with her rear. His efforts were rewarded with panting moans as Trish told him quite clearly just how it felt to have him pistoning in and out of her sex.

He was quite careful at first, the difference in their size making him feel like she was frail compared to him. But underneath that soft fur was a sleek runner’s body, her elegant form covered in dense musculature that twitched under his touch. With that in mind, he upped his tempo a little, still sliding back as far as he could without slipping out of her heavenly sex.

Trisha found herself trusting her rear back just a little, eager for everything Neil could give her. Sex with Neil was turning out to be everything she’d dreamt it would and more, her porn-fed fantasies failing to prepare her for the real thing. A literal heat seemed to be building between her legs with every stroke and pump of the smooth shaft, the sensation flowing through her body and making her more sensitive to the other little sensations.

There was the grip Neil had on her, his fingers digging into her soft coat to grip her waist, the sensation of being held like that by a male making her feel wanted, desired… There were the pants and grunts she could hear coming from him as he pumped away at her behind, the sounds of a male working hard to breed her clicking somewhere deep within her psyche. And laced through it all was the scent of the two of them mixing together to form the fragrance of their mating. It was in every breath she took and each one seemed to wash away a little of her surroundings. She could still see and smell the storage room, but her mind wasn’t processing it. Where simply wasn’t important now. All that seemed to matter was who.

“This position’s a bit awkward, you mind if I try something?”

Neil’s question seemed to bring Trish back to reality, but as he slowed his thrusts she suddenly felt desperate for him to resume his previous rutting. That was why she just nodded, eyes lidded as she agreed to anything as long as their lovemaking resumed. She let out a surprised yip when her hind paws were lifted off the mat, Neil’s cock shifting inside her as he straightened back up and took her tush with him!

“Is this okay?”

“Yes! J-just keep going!” Trish almost barked out, lowering her head in embarrassment at how needy she’d just sounded. Which as it turned out was nowhere near as embarrassing as the noise she made when Neil gave an experimental thrust, his shaft now entering her at a slightly different angle and catching her off-guard. The next few testing thrusts drew a shaky moan from the canine’s throat, and along with the way she was bracing her forepaws it was a clear signal for Neil to pick up his previous pace.

The teen found it easier to thrust this way, his hips pumping without him being crouched down over Trish. And he found that with her rear paws off the ground, he could actually pull her back to meet each buck, the first such attempt getting a definite reaction from his canine lover.

“Ah, fuck! L-like that… more!” Trish woofed back at him, eyes pointed straight ahead as her spade pulsed around Neil’s cock.

Trisha wasn’t sure but she felt like she’d just come, the shaft now rapidly rutting her making it hard to concentrate on her climax. She definitely felt a little more sensitive, and her sex was clenching the way it usually did when she got off, but every other time she at least slowed down her licking once she did. If Neil had felt it he wasn’t letting it slow him down, his hips now bumping against her rear every time he bottomed out inside her.

She could feel her tongue hanging a little bit past her muzzle, could hear the needy little panting coming from it but she was past caring. They’d have to hide what they are the moment they got out of the storage room, but in here she didn’t want to hide anything. She wanted Neil to know just how good this felt, how happy she was to feel his hands on her body, his shaft inside her…

Neil had been gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts, eyes and ears alert for any sign that he might be causing Trish any discomfort. With no protests coming from his canine lover, he realized he was now barely pulling out, pumping his hips and pulling her rear back to meet every thrust. Even though her fluffy coat hid it, he could feel her muscular body quivering with every impact, but more than anything he felt her sex wrapped around him, the moist tunnel seeming almost impossibly hot as its silky walls caressed his pistoning length.

“T-trish… I’m gonna…” he barely managed to pant out, his body unused to this level of physical activity. He had no idea how long he’d been at it, noticing his body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his lungs were working over-time. Still, if he wasn’t this close to the edge, he felt like he would have been able to keep at it until he dropped.

“It’s okay, do it inside… I wanna… wanna feel it…” Trisha husked, knowing that even though Neil could give her puppies, her heat was still far enough away for the chances to be slim to none.

She craned her head back to look at her lover, and the sight of her face was what finally pushed Neil over. That cute face he’d known his entire life was somehow still new, those soulful brown eyes now lidded, and that adorable muzzle parted, Trisha’s silky tongue hanging a little past it as she panted, eager to feel him breed her. He gave a few last powerful thrusts against that fluffy rump, hilting himself and pulling his lover’s behind towards him at the same time as he felt his cock twitch within her.

Trisha had still been looking back, but as she felt the steely length within her swell and throb her vision seemed to glaze over, every last ounce of attention focusing on the sensation in her loins. Strange mewling noises left her muzzle as she realized she was already about to cum again as her sex throbbed with the beat of her lover’s heart, the swelling of his shaft making her tunnel seem all that more snug. At first all she felt was twitching, the human cock within her moving even though Neil wasn’t, and a few seconds later she felt something pooling inside her.

Nothing had prepared the young bitch for the intensity of that sensation, and even though Neil was giving her much less than what a canine lover would, her body was responding to it. She felt her little spade move on its own, loving pulses rubbing both Neil’s shaft and at the same time grinding her little nub against the fleshy rod. The last thing she felt before the orgasm hit her were her hind legs trembling in the air, and then it was another flood of joy as her sex greedily milked the male trapped within it. When she came down all that filled her ears was the sound of her rapid little pants and the deep, ragged breaths Neil was taking as the physical demands of their little mating made themselves evident.

“Ahh, wait! Just stay inside for a little while.” She said once both of them got some of their breath back.

“Aren’t your forepaws getting tired?” Neil asked, still holding himself within her and her tush up in the air.

“Kinda… Okay, let’s just try and lie down with you still in me…” she said, and after a bit of awkward shuffling they managed to do just that, spooning up on the mat.

“You happy now?” Neil asked and gasped when Trish replied by giving him a good squeeze back there.

“Mmmmhhh, very! I know you can’t really tie with me, but keeping you hilt-deep back there still feels wonderful.” She said, and the satisfaction dripping from her tone seemed infectious. “Besides, don’t tell me there’s anywhere you’d rather be right now than cuddling up with me right here…”

“No complaints here. But what do you mean by ‘tie with you’?”

“Well, a male dog has a bulge at the base of his shaft that inflates once he pushes it in and then you’re sort of stuck. Humans don’t have that which I think is stupid…”

“Why is that?” Neil asked, smiling at Trisha’s petulant outburst of canine superiority.

“Because snuggling after sex shouldn’t be an option. If a girl is nice enough to let you inside her, you owe her at least ten minutes of quality cuddle-time.”

Neil certainly didn’t mind doing just that. In truth, they both knew they couldn’t just cuddle any time they wanted. It wouldn’t do to be seen acting as more than just good friends. The thought had crossed both their minds, the sad realization that for the foreseeable future they’d have to keep even the little shows of affection secret.

“How long can we stay locked away in here?” Neil asked, and Trisha sensed what he was really asking. The place was sweaty, cramped and stuffy, but it was the only place where they could be a couple.

“Nobody will come by until tomorrow, but I figure we’ll have to leave before then.”

“So no rush?”

“Mmmmhh…” she sighed happily in response, stretching out a little with her back still pressed against Neil’s chest. She smiled at the barely audible grunt he let out as the stretch made parts of her clench up around him.

“It’s weird but I don’t think I’m… you know – softening up.”

“Well, if he doesn’t want to come out of there, I’m certainly not gonna kick him out.” The satisfied bitch cooed back. “It’s not that uncommon. Apparently canine females are a little warmer and grip a little tighter than human ones, so if you stay inside one and you’re in the right mood it stays nice and stiff.”

“And what’s the right mood?” he asked, playing dumb. Well, if that’s the way you want to play it…

“The one right there…” she said, wriggling her rump back a little and clenching up around him. His groan was music to her ears, and the twitch of his cock within her was even more promising. “So, how ‘bout it? We both got our breath back…”

“And it’s not like we have anything else to do in here…” he said, craning his head down at the same time Trish turned her up. Realizing they were lined up pretty well, they shared a sensuous upside-down kiss as Neil began to gently move his hips back and forth. He was still quite sensitive, and by the way she almost whined into their kiss he guessed Trish was too.

“Mmh, let’s just stay like this. See how we like it nice and gentle…” she said, and Neil wasn’t about to complain. He’d have to start working out a little if he expected to give her the kind of rutting they’d just shared more than once a day.

The two had broken their kiss but kept giving each other little pecks and licks now and then. And Trisha couldn’t stop herself from groaning in delight as Neil gently ran one hand over her stretched neck. She wondered if he knew what an intimate thing it was for canines. It was instinctive, a show of utter trust to let someone touch your throat, to leave yourself so vulnerable. She craned her head as far back as she could, inviting Neil to use those nibble fingers to give her some much needed scratchies.

She’d always liked that, and even though it was often considered a bit patronizing, at least in public, it was a guilty pleasure many canines indulged in with a close human friend. But those scratches were limited to ears, something that was made abundantly clear to the two friends early on in their childhood through many stern lectures about ‘no-no’ areas.

Well, we got the biggest ‘no-no’ out of the way, so now everything’s free game! She thought happily as her lover’s firm shaft lazily slid in and out of her, slipping only an inch or two out before sliding back in and giving her that amazing feeling of fullness she was sure she was hooked on. Neil must have been thinking along the same lines as she had, and his other hand began to roam, starting from her sternum, stopping briefly to feel her heart thudding away before sliding down along her silky fur and…

“Aaaaahh!” she squeaked out, eyes suddenly going wide.

“What’s wrong?” Neil asked, stopping his hand and his thrusting.

“Nipples! Lotsa nipples…” she said, aware that Neil’s hand was even now resting on two of the sensitive nubs almost completely hidden by her fluffy coat.

“So I take it they’re sensitive?” he asked, the tone impish as he very gently twisted his hand, feeling the tiny dots stiffen under his touch.

“Ah-apparently. I’ve never had them touched… “ she admitted. The lower part of her chest had been declared a no-no area long before they’d started developing, and the girls at her salon were quite skilled at avoiding them because a brush going over the delicate tips would have made her howl. Maybe they felt I was enjoying myself and wanted to see what the fuss was about she thought. “Y-you can go ahead, just… be gentle.”

Neil did as he was asked, silently counting the tiny nubs as his fingertips found them hidden away in Trisha’s silky coat. He counted four nipples on each side of her sleek body, and made sure to revisit all of them while he languidly thrust into the bitch eagerly moaning as she writhed against him. Now that the initial shock had worn off, Trish seemed to be warming up to having the sensitive little bumps played with, her sex pulsing around him as if every stiff nipple was a switch.

Leaning back against Neil’s hard, smooth body Trish felt like she was in heaven. That initial, desperate need for the male she desired had been satisfied, enough at least that she could enjoy this lazy, sensual lovemaking. It thrilled her that Neil was this comfortable around her this soon, his hands exploring her body with no inhibition, other than a consideration for her comfort and pleasure.

They had always been close, but looking back on their friendship now it seemed like they’d been playing with each other through a chain-link fence – a thin but definite barrier, stopping them from getting ‘too’ close. For one brief moment she didn’t even care they had to keep this a secret – a long as they could steal away for tender, loving moments like this one, it didn’t seem to matter.

She could feel warmth building up between her legs again with each gentle thrust of her lover’s hips against her fluffy rump. This time she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of her pleasure steadily mounting, not really caring when she’d reach her peak. They both knew they’d have to stop after this one, and neither of them felt like rushing things.

Despite the firm, loving grip her mound had on Neil’s fleshy shaft, she could feel his seed seeping out of her bit by bit, the sharp smell of it reaching her nose as she felt it smear over her folds. She didn’t mind though, knowing Neil would replace every drop his thrusting forced out of her. She gave out a low murr, an almost feral sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. The rich rumble perfectly communicated how she felt, and she smiled as Neil’s arms tightened around her just a little in response.

The teen felt a shiver pass through him, the rumbling that had started in his lover’s chest seeming to enter his body and run tingling down every limb. He kept his pace slow, but found himself pulling out further from the warmth of her, feeling the cool air on his slick shaft before he once again plunged gently back into his lover. Whenever he did he found himself pushing as far as he could, grinding his crotch against Trisha’s little spade and rocking her forward just a little bit. Her approval of the new tempo was made evident when the fluffy tail that had been draped over his hip began to rise and fall as she wagged it lazily.

He kept running his hands gently up and down her front, enjoying the sensation of her silky coat against him, including the occasional tickle of fur on bare skin. His cock still felt sensitive after their last (and first) romp but despite that he could feel himself going faster, his strokes still long but more vigorous as the velvety walls caressing his shaft coaxed a very physical response from him.

While she would have been perfectly happy to have Neil stroke in and out of her nice and slow for hours, Trish didn’t really mind when he picked up the pace, the less romantic and more carnal parts of her brain rejoicing at the increased tempo. Her muzzle was parted, a steady stream of gasps, moans and whines leaving it, and every now and then a husked word or two that would later make her blush, but that at the time seemed very appropriate.

Neil’s arms were wrapped around her now, and a good thing to since she could feel herself being rocked forward a little every time he bottomed out. Although she’d seen her lover’s member it felt a lot thicker and bigger inside her than it had first looked, so when she imagined her dark little mound wrapped around it she saw it stretching around a thick veined shaft slick with the mess he’d left inside her earlier.

She felt it dimple a little when Neil pushed in, and shivered as it clung to the steely length when he drew out of her. He couldn’t thrust into her with the same speed and force he’d used earlier, and even though she’d definitely want another vigorous rutting like that (and most likely quite soon!) right now this loving pace with their bodies pressed together seemed perfect. She felt like there were tiny, smoldering embers deep inside her and every thrust of her lover’s hips, every stroke of his shaft through her velvety tunnel was like a puff of air, making them glow a little bit brighter.

Coos and eager whines were leaving her muzzle now as she found herself a little short of breath. She knew Neil was close, his grunts getting louder as his strokes became just a little more forceful. And she could feel his heart beating against her back even through the thick fur separating them. Her own climax was near, and just the knowledge that her body was responding to her lover’s own mounting desire made her shudder with delight.

Being this in sync with her lover made her so happy she could cry, a thought she knew was silly even with the lust fogging her brain. She was writhing blissfully in his embrace, her hips swiveling as she tried to push back against his thrusts, needing just a little bit more to set her off, to make those glowing embers in her tummy burst into flame.

“Neil, could y- ah! -you… b-bite my neck?” she panted out, the words tumbling from her muzzle even as her ears flicked back in embarrassment.

Without so much as slowing his pace, or even thinking about what he was doing, Neil found himself lowering his mouth and gently taking Trisha’s scruff in his teeth, huffing into her fur as he felt his sack pull up. A long, shaky moan left the female’s throat, trailing off into a pitch to high for him to hear. He knew what it meant even before he felt the mound stretched around his shaft come to life, the ring of muscle pulsing wildly around him, the climactic clenches urging his own body to follow.

He kept gently thrusting against that furry tush as his own shaft began to twitch, the teen feeling less like he was shooting into his lover and more like he was being milked by her greedy sex. The strength with which her mound squeezed his shaft still amazed him, and he could believe how the tri-fold sex would be strong enough to keep a male trapped until the female decided to let him go. The silky walls of her tunnel were by contrast quite gentle, caressing his length lovingly as he gave her everything he had.

One advantage they found to this position was that they were already comfy enough to savor the afterglow of their mating without awkwardly trying to lie down while staying connected. Instead they just relaxed, enjoying the very intimate embrace they were in.

“Sorry about that…” Trish said, her keen ears picking up Neil’s subtle attempts to spit out a mouthful of fur “I guess I should go to a salon before I ask you to try that again…”

“Well you know I could always help groom you…” Neil said, and Trisha surprised herself by turning her head bashfully while still smiling ear to ear.

It was strange that after what they’ve just been through she should consider this little bit of intimacy taboo. After all, some of her friends from track would help brush her fur a little after they’ve showered, and when it came to the girls at the salon she had no problem letting them touch her anywhere. But having a boy brush her felt strangely wicked…

“Maybe…” she said coyly. After all, all of the wicked things she’d tried with Neil felt great so far.

“So… neck biting?”

“Yeah it’s… not sure if humans have anything like it. Maybe if a man gave his woman a big, strong hug? Sort of dominant but affectionate? A lot of the females I’ve watched in the videos seemed to like it, even human ones, so I was a bit curious…”

“Sooo… any other things you wanted to try?” Neil asked casually, and later Trish wouldn’t believe how easily she’d let it all slip out. But the mood they were in was definitely an honest one so…

“Well, you could try sort of… pulling my tail while you’re, you know…”

“Really? Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Well I don’t mean yanking on it or anything. You just grip it firmly by the base and…”

“And?” he asked, slyly trying to drag a confession out of her. Well, if that’s the way you want to play…

“And then I can’t pull it down. I can’t get away, I can’t hide myself from your eyes… You’d have me completely defenseless and at your mercy.” She said, laying it on as thick as she could, and by the few deep breaths she heard Neil take once she was done, she knew it had struck home.

“Wow…”

“Mhmm. And then to switch it up a little, we could try a little bite-play.”

“Bite-pla… wait, you don’t mean…”

“Oh don’t worry, that bone’s not for nibbling!” she said, failing to suppress a little giggle as Neil actually thought she might chose that place to bite. “And it’s not really biting. They’re just tiny little nips, sort of like tooth-pinches. Maybe a few on your neck and collar, if you’re not too ticklish, a few on the chest and maybe a couple on your… uhm, rump.” She admitted, once she realized she’d gone too far to stop.

“Uhh, okay. I can see myself doing it, but just out of curiosity – what would you get out of it?”

“Well, I’ve never done it so maybe nothing. But I’ve kinda wanted to try. It seems like a loving, intimate thing, to trust you lover that much.”

“So it’s a canine thing?”

“Not really, I mean apart from the bite on the neck. That’s something we’ve had since the feral days. The bite-play stuff is mostly between canines and humans. You see, you have all this soft, blank skin, and the bites leave tiny-teeny marks, just for a few days and… There’s something exciting about me leaving you little love-bites and you walking around without anyone but us knowing that you have them, hidden under your clothes. And if some woman tries to seduce you and gets you naked, she’ll see you belong to a real’ mean bitch and walk away…”

“Yeah, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had women pounce on me and strip me bare, wishing there was something that would stop them from using me for their pleasure…” Neil said, and they shared a giggle at the idea.

“So, were you always this kinky?” he asked in a teasing tone and Trish swished her tail in mock anger.

“Well it’s your fault, questioning a lady about her porn habits!”

“Well, if it will makes you feel better, I doubt there’s anything you could do to me, apart from bone-nibblin’, that I wouldn’t enjoy.”

As silly as their conversation had gotten, the honesty in Neil’s tone touched Trisha deeply. Not trusting her voice to not to crack as she felt a bit teary eyes, she let her wagging tail do the talking…

“Hey, you hear about that thing this Saturday? Weather’s supposed to be nice so there’s going to be this bonfire thing down at the lake, sound like a blast…” Neil’s friend asked just as they were about to each head towards his own home. Normally walking home with Trish had become a sort of ritual, but she had track training today so he went along with Mike instead.

“Sounds fun, but I’ll have to give it a miss. My parent’s are riding my ass about college, so I’ll probably just stay home with Trish and study.” He said, wondering why he mentioned Trisha would be there. Probably since that’s all I’m thinking about. He wasn’t being entirely honest with his friend, since one of his Mom’s friends got a promotion, so she’d be going out with her to celebrate. With only his dad in the house, he and the shepherdess had a chance to get a little bit frisky upstairs.

“You’re spending too much time with her man. You need to be seen with a few human females, or people will start thinking you’re some sort of dogfucker…”

Neil had never punched anyone, or even really wanted to, but he actually found his arm trembling as his hand clenched into a fist. Mike either noticed that, or the suddenly grim expression on his friend’s face, and tried some damage control.

“Look, I didn’t mean that you… And you know I think Trish is great… “

“Yeah, I know…” Neil said, stopping his friend’s clumsy apology and trying not to sound as bitter as he felt. Trish is great and I’m great, but for some reason the idea of the two of us together is a vulgar absurdity. How great is that…

*******

“C’mon, were really close now!” Trisha exclaimed happily without bothering to look back at the sweaty human dragging along behind her.

“I remember hearing that half an hour ago.” The panting male said. His legs ached from the unaccustomed drain on what little muscles he had, the hike proving more strenuous than he expected it to be. Still, he couldn’t stop, not with Trisha’s bottom bouncing in front of him, the proverbial carrot on a stick making him put one leg in front of the other.

“Well I’m not the one slowing us down. Don’t worry, we’ll have a nice long break when we get there.” She said. She hadn’t told him much, insisting their destination was a surprise, but she was so eager to go on this hike that Neil couldn’t help but agree. And for Trisha, the trek seemed like a walk in the park, the young canine looking quite at home with her little camouflage-pattern saddlebags on either side of her.

“And you still won’t tell me where were going?”

“It’s a place I learned about on the net called Lover’s Ledge.”

“You mean like one of those cheesy make-out spots? You know, the kind people usually drive to?”

“No, this is a lot more special.” She insisted, and Neil sensed that that was all the spoilers he was likely to get.

“Well, I’m no expert on the great outdoors, but the only ledge-like thing I see is that thing up there, just ahead of us.”

“Yah, that’s it!” the shepherdess chirped happily.

“Well then shouldn’t we have taken a path that leads up to it, instated of one that’s sloping down?”

“We’re not going up, what I want to show you is at the base…”

“Good, because if your plan was to cling to my back as I climbed a rock wall so we could experience the thrill of mountaineering together, we were gonna have our first argument as a couple.” He said and they both laughed at the idea.

“Okay, now we turn here.” She said after they’d walked another five minutes.

“But there’s no path here.”

“Yes there is. Look… “ she said, pointing with one paw. After looking closer Neil could make out a thin strip of beaten earth, covered over by spreading shrubs and vines. He went on ahead, gallantly clearing a way through the thicket for his mate, fumbling around with scratching branches and clinging creepers until he found a small clear area right at the base of the steep rocky ledge.

“What are these?” he said, looking at the very peculiar graffiti covering the wall of rock.

“Well, I told you that some of the stories I read weren’t porn, but real life testimonials and stuff, right? Most of the stuff’s anonymous, but I managed to recognize a few things from one story as something that was near us. This place right here. Turns out there’s a sort of tradition for couples like us from nearby towns who can’t really go out in public together…” she said a bit of sadness creeping into her eager tone.

Each graffiti was more or less the same – one paw-print with a hand-print next to it, a name under each one, a date and a heart encircling the whole thing. There were more than a dozen of them! Some cases were like theirs – a boy name under a hand and a girl’s under a paw. Some were the other way round, and one heart didn’t have a girl’s name altogether. And some of the dates! The oldest one was more than thirty years ago, when you risked a lot more than disapproval if it was discovered you were dating someone of another species.

Two other hearts also stood out, because someone had carefully added a last name, squeezing it under the two first ones. Neil couldn’t help but smile at that – those couples had tied the knot and came back here to update these scrawls, just to make things official.

“We should have brought paint…” he said absent-mindedly, never taking his eyes on what was apparently a monument to forbidden love.

“In the bag on my right…” same the voice behind him and Neil turned around and met the face of the bitch he loved, an almost smug grin splitting her muzzle as her tail wagged like mad behind her.

After they found a nice spot he took the tube of acrylic paint and he smeared plenty on his palm before rubbing one of Trisha’s paws over it. The shepherdess jumped up, using her clean paw to hold herself upright and they simultaneously left their mark on the porous stone in front of them. Trish had forgotten to take a brush so Neil did the best he could to write and draw the rest with his finger. After they washed the paint off themselves, they took a few steps back to admire their little contribution to the heart-spangled wall.

The two knew deep down that they were serious about each other, that this was more than just kinky fun between friends, but this little ceremony and the mark they’d left on the rock seemed to make it more real – the only sign of their relationship that was out there for all the world to see. Well, providing the world knew where to look…

“Now, lie down.” Trisha commanded, snapping Neil out of his daydream. “Well I promised you a little break, didn’t I? Besides, there’s another part to the tradition…” her suddenly husky tone enough to make Neil forget how tired he was. He wondered for a second whether this really was part of the tradition here, or if she was just making it up, but after a few seconds he realized he didn’t really care. And since they had a wall of stone on one side and a wall of greenery around them, he remembered her little rule – when they were alone and safe, neither of them got to wear clothes. To be fair, Trisha had also taken her pack off…

Neil found the lush grass under him fairly soft, although it did tickle here and there, but time spend cuddling naked with his fluffy lover had more or less tamed his tickle-response. He was looking up at the sky for only a few seconds before Trisha’s face came into view, the smiling female closing her big brown eyes as she brought her muzzle down for a kiss.

Trisha found her heart fluttering almost as vigorously as the tip of her tongue as it slipped past Neil’s lips. After they’d made their little mark at the base of Lover’s Ledge she felt so happy she’d almost cried, but with Neil stretched out naked beneath her it was another part of her that was tearing up. She knew why she was a little more emotional than usual, her nose having picked up the tell-tale signs of her heat when she woke up.

She hadn’t really been keeping track of it and hadn’t taken any precautions in time. Still, they’d just be a little extra careful. After all, the risk of pregnancy between species was always a little smaller, and that’s if Neil finished inside her. But just that thought made her hind-legs tremble, her spade clenching as if her lover’s shaft was already pushing into it.

With a little reluctance she broke their kiss, moving the tip of her slender muzzle lower and lower, kissing and licking along Neil’s neck, chest, down his belly until she reached the part that was making her nostrils flare. She took the already turgid member into her mouth with practiced ease, her tongue caressing the length as her ears perked up to catch her lover’s moan. Still keeping him in her muzzle, she shifted her rear legs until she was resting with her body draped over Neil’s and her behind on display for her male.

She gave a needy little mewl around the shaft she was suckling, one that turned into a throaty and muffled moan once she felt hands grab her rear firmly, a familiar possessive grip that was always a prelude to something wonderful. She was a little surprised to feel a few puffs of air against her sex instead of a tongue or finger.

“God you smell great…” Neil said, his voice low and breathy before he put his lips on Trisha’s quivering mound.

The canine felt like giggling around the member in her muzzle, pleasantly surprised that even Neil’s stunted sense of smell managed to pick up the fragrance of her heat. She hadn’t used her deodorant that morning, which was bad manners for canine females if one was expecting to go out in public. It was, however, okay to keep your scent on you when you expected to have little contact with others, except someone who you wanted to catch your scent.

The sweet musk of a fertile bitch always got a canine male’s motor running, but Trisha had more or less given up on the human nose at that point, so it thrilled her that Neil had managed to pick her up, and she wondered if he’d realize what it meant. Right now he definitely seemed more interested in the taste of her rather than the scent, his tongue stretching her open as he slid it in as deep as it could into her already moist sex.

She almost yelped into the shaft she was lovingly tongue-lashing, her heat-swollen sex feeling a little more sensitive than usual. That, and by now Neil had gotten fairly good at finding her more sensitive spots. These sorts of tender moments were a lot easier to find time (and an out of the way place) for so she knew from experience her lover would have no problem bringing her to orgasm just with that nimble tongue while she coaxed a warm gooey load out of the member throbbing in her mouth.

She tried to ignore the achingly empty feeling in her little muff as she pulled her rear out of Neil’s gentle grasp, giving his shaft a good-bye lick as the wet rod slipped out of her muzzle. She needed something more than just a great orgasm now. After what they’d just done and this heart-strewn wall, this sign that what they were doing together can work, she wanted something to remember.

“No, you stay!” she commanded playfully as she turned around and Neil began to get up. “I wanna try something different…” she added and her lover certainly didn’t protest.

She got back on him, facing the other way this time, with her forepaws resting on his chest as she carefully wriggled her rear back. In truth, this wasn’t going as smoothly as she imagined. When she’d dreamt this little scene up, she saw herself gazing into Neil’s eyes, not bothering to look back as his tip found her opening, parting her petals as he slid smoothly into her depths. She doubted her face was looking very sensuous, her muzzle scrunched up as she tried to blindly find the bobbing tip of her male’s shaft with her needy little spade, the head of it only frustrating her as it poked around the soft fur of her rump all around her dripping sex.

“Uhm, could you sort of hold it still?” she asked, realizing this was a two-person job.

Looking down Neil grabbed his shaft and aimed it up, placing one hand on Trisha’s rump and guiding her towards it. The look on her face as her steamy muff finally touched his tip was that of sultry triumph, her deep brown eyes focusing on his, muzzle gently parted as little feminine pants came out of it. Once he felt her folds part around the tip he knew Trish had him, and he moved his arms to embrace her as she slowly lowered her hips, obviously savoring the sensation of her sex swallowing his shaft.

By the time she was sitting on his crotch she was smiling, the lidded eyes giving her a cute, almost drunken appearance as she just held his gaze. He wasn’t sure why, but there was something immensely endearing in her expression as she looked down at him, her paws resting gently on his chest and her ears perked up and swiveled forward a little. It was a look and posture that seemed to say “I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go!” and Neil was deliriously happy to be caught.

“I love you Trisha…” he said softly, smiling as her smile split into an ear-to-ear grin.

“Ah… love you to!” she replied breathily, her chest heaving as she felt like she wanted to cry and giggle at the same time. It wasn’t exactly news, she could see the truth of it in his eyes whenever she looked into them, but her inner-girl was squealing in delight to hear a boy tell her he loved her!

She craned her neck down to plant a kiss on Neil’s lips, the slight movement making his shaft shift just a little bit within her, but enough to make her heat-swollen sex remind her of her more physical needs. Her spade began pulsing around the shaft nestled within her she her hips began to grind forward and backward, seemingly without asking her brain for permission. She whimpered needily into their kiss, almost apologizing to Neil since she knew she had to break it. She knew what she had in mind would leave her out of breath…

Lusty little pants left her muzzle the second she managed to pry it from Neil’s lips as she straightened her forepaws once again. Her back began to arch and flex as she ground her stretched mound against her lover’s crotch, moaning without restraint as the cock trapped within her stroked her velvety walls in curious new ways.

Maybe it was the new position, or maybe it was the smells and sounds of the outdoors that did it, but Trisha became intensely aware of just how fertile and receptive she was. She and Neil had had sex before, had made love before, but this was the first time they were doing it while she was in heat. The first time they were mating.

A desperate need seemed to tug at her then, urging her to pick up the pace and ride the male until she felt that sweet release of his life-giving seed deep inside her welcoming body. She got it under control, but she was surprised by just how strong the instinct had been. _ This is going to be the father of my puppies. The ‘when’ doesn’t really matter…_ she thought to herself, and the realization placed her firmly back in the driver’s seat of her body.

Neil let his hands wander his lover’s furry form without bothering to guide her movements. There wasn’t really any room for improvement, her grinding having teased him maddeningly before her hips began to rise in a slow rhythm. It was quite warm outside, but the air still felt cool on the part of his shaft that left her clinging sex, until it was once again swallowed by that tight, warm tunnel.

His hands moved to her fluffy rump, feeling the runner’s muscles there tensing with every rise and fall of her hips. His right hand moved slightly further up her back, his experienced fingers finding the spot at the base of her tail before he began to scratch. He smiled at the sight of the big bushy appendage twitching upwards and staying there, the shepherdess cooing in delight as her sweet-spot was scratched. During their private but less intimate moments he’d managed to discover quite a few of them, including some that could make Trisha’s rear leg kick.

The scratch on her tail was a nice touch, but to tell the truth Trish barely felt it as the glorious friction between her legs became the center of her attention. Her hips were now moving both up and down and back and forth, her strong legs already feeling wobbly as the tip of Neil’s cock prodded the walls of her sex every time it plunged into her.

She realized she wasn’t going to last long, and with her mound pulsing like crazy around his shaft she doubted the male inside would either. It made her a little sad, a part of her wanting this perfect moment to last (at least) until nightfall despite how ridiculous the idea was. Still, another part of her was desperate for release, both hers and that of her lover, and it was that part that now seemed to be moving her hips, speeding her pace up until her rump was almost bouncing against Neil’s crotch. She was already feeling short of breath, and she knew that there was something she had to tell her mate while she still had any.

“Neil I’m –aaah!- I’m in heat. I can… get off, and…” she tried to pant out, but stopped once she felt his hands leave her tush and his arms gently wrap around her.

A thrill ran through her body as she let go of the last shred of restraint. She’d realized she wanted to have Neil’s puppies right then and there, but she still felt the need to give him a choice in the matter. She lowered herself on top of him and she could feel his heard beating wildly right next to hers as she rested her fluffy chest on his.

“I love you Neil… breed me… p-please…” she husked with her muzzle an inch away from his ear, her rear moving desperately but without much leverage.

She managed to stop herself from barking into his ear as she felt him buck his hips, her body shuddering in delight as a second thrust followed the first, and another after that until Neil was drilling up at her eager sex.

“Y-yes… like –ah!- that! Harder…” she whined, feeling her orgasm rushing up to meet her.

She doubted Neil could even hear the sound she made as she came, eyes screwed shut as her sex clenched up around the still-thrusting shaft. She felt her tunnel caressing Neil’s cock, milking it with a desperation she never felt before even as her mind swam in the throes of climax, oblivious to her body’s needs. The feeling of his shaft throbbing within her and sending spurts of warm seed into her womb felt different somehow, and definitely more welcome. The gravity that she might even now be becoming a mother didn’t manage to pierce through the haze of delight her brain was currently mired in, the delighted young bitch cooing happily into her lover’s ear as he emptied himself inside her.

The two reveled in the afterglow, content to lie motionless and feel each other’s heartbeat slow down as their bodies remained pressed together, Neil’s cock still held securely within Trisha’s canine sex. He didn’t have a knot, but she knew her spade was doing a good enough job of keeping his load within her heat-swollen passage and within reach of the fertile eggs deeper inside her.

“We’ll have to tell them, won’t we?” Neil asked after a long and happy silence, and in the strange post-coital clarity Trisha understood what he meant right away.

“Mm-hmm…” she hummed, agreeing with him. Even if this she wasn’t pregnant after this they both realized their relationship was now something their families had to know about, and hopefully accept…

*******

Even though Neil’s house had been a skip and a jump away from hers ever since she could skip and jump, today Trisha found herself walking. She wasn’t really all that worried about the news she had for Neil or how he would take it. It was just sinking in that she was going to be a mother, and it thrilled her to know that it was Neil’s children she was carrying, but they were still so young. And the news of their relationship had definitely not been well received.

From what Neil told her, he got off pretty easy. He’d sat his mom and dad down, and very calmly told them that he loved Trish, that they’d been seeing each other for some time and were planning a life together. That had apparently stunned his parents into silence. Neil had never rebelled, had always been very obedient and trusting that his mother and father knew what was best for him, and so did what he was told.

Unbeknownst to the two lovebirds, the Sinclairs were worried their son lacked backbone, something that might hurt him later in life, but that fear was dispelled when he told them the news. They realized that the reason he never took a stand was that he never had anything worth standing up for. They knew he wasn’t going to budge, and after tentatively expressing concerns about how society would see them with no discernable effect, they promised to be supportive. Which they were, to an extent, but old ideas die hard and they were clearly struggling to overcome a taboo that had been with them for decades.

She wasn’t nearly that lucky. Her parents didn’t hide their shock, or their disgust. Their words were unkind, but Trisha knew they had diplomatically avoided some of the worst ones. When she asked them what they had against Neil neither could come up with a word against him, but they still insisted that what they were doing would ruin both their lives. That’s what got to her – they didn’t hate humans in general, or Neil specifically. As far as her mom and dad were concerned they were both great kids, they just couldn’t be together.

They’d reached a stalemate. Her parents were of the opinion that she was just acting out, and that she’d get all this out of her system. They’d also insisted that she and Neil would not be alone while under their roof, which was definitely a new rule. Her siblings also seemed to think she’d lost her mind, Samantha trying to talk her into ‘getting her act together’ and offering to fix her up with a canine. Dale seemed quieter than usual, and appeared to be unable to look his sister in the eye.

“Hi Mrs. Sinclair. Is Neil home?” she asked. She knew he was, but that question at least was usual.

“Uhh, sure Trisha, he’s in his room…” the woman said and even human ears would have picked up how awkward her tone was. It was as if the bitch standing in the door was a stranger, not someone she’d known since she was a pup.

The climb to Neil’s room felt like she was scaling a mountain, and she found herself actually hesitating in front of the door to his room. Once she knocked he let her in, and the familiar smell of her lover seemed to make her feel a little better. She told him she’d been to a doctor, and explained what she’d told her. And the hug he gave her once it sunk in made her forget every trouble riding on her shoulders, at least for a little while.

“So that time at the ledge, we… I mean you…”

“Yeah…” she replied bashfully, remembering the passion of that perfect day.

“Wow. So did you get any tests done? Do they know... anything about the baby?”

“Just a blood-test to see if everything was fine so far, but it’s still too early tell anything, you know. But they always take after the mother in inter-species pregnancies, so it’s gonna be puppies, about three or four.” She said, relaying what the doctor had told her.

Her obstetrician had been a woman in her middle years with a very clinical attitude, and Trisha loved her for it. She didn’t seem interested in anything except her health and the health of her puppies, and didn’t so much as bat an eye when Trish told her that the father was human. This was a huge relief, since she’d read horror stories of more opinionated doctors urging their patients to terminate, often scaring already nervous mothers with lies about possible complications of mixed-species pregnancies.

They were both giddy with the news, excited and a little anxious as they began to plan their new life together. Coming out in public had cost them a lot, putting strain on their relationship with their parents and ending relationships with those of their friends who found the idea of two of them togehter disgusting. The idea of a family of their own was definitely appealing, but there was one bump in this new road.

“H-have you told your folks?” Neil asked, feeling sorry he had to when he saw Trisha’s ears drop.

“No. You’re the first person I told.”

“Do you want me with you when you tell them?” he asked. After he heard the reaction she got when she told her parents they were together, he’d been kicking herself for not offering to be there for her.

“No. Thanks for offering, but I think it will be better if we do it like last time – we each pull off our own band-aid.” She said, trying to seem braver than she felt.

*******

Neil called his mother and dad to the living room a minute after Trisha had left, telling her what she’d told him. His mother’s hands flew to cover her mouth and there were tears in her eyes as it hit her that she was about to become a grandmother. His father was more stoic, asking him what his plans were, and Neil could tell that for the first time in his life he was no longer addressing him as his child, but as a young man facing up to his responsibilities.

He calmed them down by explaining that they both still planned to finish school, and that raising puppies wasn’t as costly as raising human kids (such as the lack of a clothing budget). Maybe it was because the shock of their finding out he was going out with Trish took some of the blow from this one, but they seemed to take it better. They were still awkward about the whole thing but Neil could hear the honesty in their voices as they promised their support to him and the mother of their grandkids.

He only realized how much he was worried about how Trisha was faring when he rushed out the house at the sound of distant shouting. When he stepped out into the street he saw Trisha hurriedly making her way towards his house, head and ears down and her tail tucked between her legs, looking more forlorn than he’d ever seen her. The shouting was coming from Samantha, who was quite literally hounding her sister, screaming at her almost hysterically.

“Trisha! What do you think you’re doing!? Get back in the house and stop acting crazy!” she barked, trying to step in front of her sister who was obviously avoiding eye contact, although considering how wet the fur under her eyes was, Neil doubted Trish could see anything through her tears.

“Trish!” he shouted and by the way her head shot up he knew she’d heard him over her sister’s screaming. She was blinking back tears even as she ran towards him, the teen kneeling down to hug her briefly before she pulled away and stepped behind him.

“You!” Samantha barked out, and if she was hysterical before she was frenzied now. “What the fuck did you do to my sister, you sick bastard!? Do you know what you’re doing to our family?” she screamed at him, teeth bared as she scowled and Neil realized she was close to biting him.

“What did you do to her?” he asked in disbelief. He’d always figured that Trisha was a bit tougher than him and he couldn’t believe she was even now cowering behind him, her body trembling against his legs as she huddled close.

“Neil, don’t…” her voice was a thin whine and the sight of her face when he looked down was heartbreaking. “Just… take me away…”

Her answer seemed to stun Samantha into outraged silence, the female standing with her body shaking with anger and her heckles raised. Neil took the opportunity to turn his back on her, placing one hand on Trisha’s side as she walked next to him, staying close enough that she was brushing against her leg.

“Trisha, be reasonable! Don’t throw your life away!” she shouted at their backs but didn’t come any closer as the two quickly made their way to Neil’s house.

The awkwardness his mother showed Trish ever since she heard the two of them were together disappeared as she rushed to her side and knelt down to comfort the weeping canine. She managed to pull herself together a little and Neil’s parents didn’t mind when he took her away to his room. Once there she cried the rest of her tears while Neil held her and only then did she managed to tell him what happened.

Her parents had apparently considered it was ‘bad enough’ that she was dating a human, but told her that no child of theirs would have mixed-species babies. Suffice it to say they didn’t react well to Trisha’s decision to keep her puppies, and amidst shouts and growls the young bitch was forced to choose the family the two of them were starting over the one she grew up in.

The days to come were tough, but the pair made it through them. Neil’s parents were supportive, not so much as batting an eye when Trish stayed to live with them, and those friends that stayed with them after they came out in public proved themselves as friends worth keeping. And after graduation the two had a few happy, peaceful months, waiting for their pups to be born…

*******

“It’s okay, you can come in!” Trisha called out in response to what she knew was Neil’s knock.

Despite the assurance the young man still made sure to open the door only as much as he had to in order to slip into their little apartment. He’d known, of course, that canine pups started walking, and even running astoundingly early compared to human children, but knowledge was one thing and experience was another. And after the first time his litter of joy had sped right past him and went barking and yipping along the hallway, they’d worked out a system to prevent future breakouts.

That fact that he didn’t even now have three fluff-balls jumping around his legs meant it must be mealtime. Walking over to the open door of the nursery he saw Trisha reclining on a thick blanket that was already showing the signs of their pups’ growing teeth and claws. The pack looked cherubic now, each of the three sleepily suckling on their mother’s teats, the languid motions of their paws as they pressed against her belly telling him that the meal was almost done and they had a little quiet time to look forward to as the three round-bellied pups slept it off.

Trish was smiling when her man came in to view, but she couldn’t help but grin further when he immediately got down and stretched out on the blanked next to her, getting on eye level with her before giving his wife a kiss. It still gave her a little thrill to think of herself like that, even though they hadn’t really told anyone. They wanted their little family to be legit so they went to city hall and got their marriage license, agreeing they had better things to spend their money on than a big ceremony.

They’d managed to get settled in all right. They both got full scholarships, so Neil’s college fund was his to do with as he pleased, and it was enough for a deposit on a cozy campus-adjacent apartment and living expenses for the first few months. Neil was studying computer sciences and already managed to get some part-time work that paid fairly well. Trish had a job lined up working at a nearby day-care center, where she’d be able to put both her maternal and shepherding instincts to good use, rounding up a gaggle of pups and toddlers. And she’d be able to spend time with her kids all day.

Of course, money hadn’t been the only reason not to have a ceremony. There was also the issue of the guest list. The thought of it made Trisha’s ears droop, a subtle tell but one Neil had learned to read quite well.

“Any news about your folks?” he asked tentatively.

“No, I still haven’t called them…” Trish replied in a sullen tone.

There had been no direct communication between her and her folks since that fateful day, but there had been a diplomatic overture, of a sort. It was about two months ago that her brother Dale had come over to visit them, accompanied by a Labrador called Henry who he introduced as his boyfriend.

She smiled as she imagined what her face must have looked like when he gave her the news. She might have understood if her brother had changed. College tends to do that to people. But what was unerring was that it was still the same Dale she’d known her whole life – kind, soft-spoken and a bit too shy for his own good.

That’s what she always thought about him – shy around girls, and sometimes around boys as well. Then things started to click. He was awkward with girls because he was trying to be something he wasn’t, and tended to get shy around males he liked but knew couldn’t pursue. That sort of thing was, especially to their parents, just as sick as inter-species relationships, and if Dale had ever considered the possibility of coming out to them, those hopes flew out the window when they’d lost their minds over her and Neil and forced her to turn her back on her family.

There had been tears in his eyes when he apologized to her for not sticking up to her, but he felt terrified at that moment, feeling as if drawing attention to himself might reveal the secret he’d been keeping for years. Trish was stunned to hear that he’d actually come out to them and that they were slowly starting to get to grips with it.

It surprised her to hear that her example had inspired him to come clean. He’d heard through mutual friends how happy she and Neil were, and realized there were limits to what a parent could ask of their child. And that you could survive without a family, if push came to shove. When he went over to tell them he’d expected a similar scene to the one that Trisha got, but apparently it had been weighing heavily on their parents as well. They realized they’d driven their daughter away, and knew that if they didn’t want to do the same to another one of their pups, they had to change a little.

Trish had realized her brother was also working on her, trying to pull both sides closer to each other. They’d talked a lot since then and he’d always drop a hint that he was wearing their parents down and that it might be worth a try calling them. She still didn’t feel ready for that, but she had given in and called Samantha.

Her sister had seemed glad to get the call, and had surprised Trisha by breaking out in tears, saying how sorry she was for the way she’d acted and how she wanted to make amends. She’d been terrified, convinced that Trisha was throwing her life away, that their family was being torn apart and that it was all Neil’s fault. She realized a little while later that she’d helped make that rift, throwing fuel on the fire and making Trish feel like she had no one to turn to back home.

She’d actually visited them a few weeks ago. The meeting was awkward at first, with Samantha barely able to meet Neil’s gaze after the way she’d lashed out at him, but the pups eventually woke up and wandered in to see what all the commotion was about, unwittingly saving the day. The sight of the trio sniffing and prancing around her won Samantha over, and as she watched her sister play around with the yipping and barking puppies Trish couldn’t help but smile, the sight brining back kinder memories of her childhood with Sam. In the end the day had been a win – her pups had an aunt and she felt like she had her sister back.

It would be harder with her parents. They had been so loving up until the point she told them about Neil, but that day when she told them she was pregnant they’d hurt her worse than anyone or anything ever had. If they hadn’t changed she wouldn’t bother with them, but the thought that they felt bad about what they did and wanted to get back in touch made her feel it might be worth digging around the half-healed wound in her heart.

And she would do all that. On the road ahead, there were mountains to move and chasms to bridge, but now with her pups fed and sleeping and the love of her life so near, she felt in the mood to revisit a little clearing under a graffiti-covered ledge…