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Rough cotton blankets made of little more than dense fleece clung and tugged across Zeak’s tri color fur. She was entirely tucked away in the course fabric, hiding away from the world. Everything was so loud, and it was like her reticular activating system was barely functioning. Zeak felt everything, the warmth raging in her core, the heartbeat pounding in her splayed ears, and the grooves of canvas that made the bulk of her cot. Her muscles were sore, and her genitals were even worse from nearly two days of manual stimulation.

Rachel had been at the mess hall for… how long? Zeak groaned as she passed her cheek across the pillow under hear head. Her small pert breasts rested squished under her own body weight and that damn aching cock sandwiched off to the side, but that minute stimulation of fabric kept her mind too occupied to let sleep take her. Again, she turned and caressed fabric. What she would give to be holding the soft fur of that beautiful golden-haired girl again.

A sharp clang from the bars down near Zeak’s feet sent a jolt of terror up her spine. Turning to look made her heart sink and she trembled as the door slid farther open to permit the wide frame of Officer Glenn. His bald pate shone in the incandescent light of Zeak and Rachel’s cell. “Come with me Pup.” He said and reached a thick hand down under the covers and seized Zeak’s forearm. Instinct screamed to flee and so she thrashed “NO! No, I didn’t do anything!” Zeak pleaded in a shrill whimper. Officer Glenn didn’t seem to care as he turned her arm around and dragged her painfully up to her feet “You’ve got visitors, now shut up.”

Lights strobed as Zeak was dragged with her arm turned up somehow behind her back. It made her breasts press forward and she had to walk on tip toe not to have the hold worsen. Naked, and aroused this was the absolute most embarrassing moment she had ever experienced as her fellow inmates watched her paraded down the holding wards and into a room of glass and benches. Glenn gave her a shove through the threshold and slammed the door behind her. There were others in the room with her, just across the glass. A man in a snazzy suit and Carmen.

“Zeak? Are you alright? Over here.” Carmen waved the scared canine girl towards them. She was dressed just as formally as the man next to her, but the skirt and blouse were on the cutting edge of fashion. The hem had a delicate flair that ran up the left thigh, and her caramel tanned skin looked so inviting entwined with Zeak’s memories of her. Zeak staggered forward and pressed both her hands against the thick glass that separated her from her wife. “Carmen. Carmen. Thank god carmen…” Zeak’s voice dwindled away as she began crying.

Carmen’s face turned up with disgust and then evened out as empathy smoothed her reaction to the whimpering display. “This is Richard Branson. He’s an attorney working on your case. God Zeak, why are you naked?” She asked with concern, looking pointedly back at Officer Glenn standing behind the door to the inmate side of the meeting room. Zeak glanced at Richard and huffed against the glass. He was tall. Well taller than her for sure. His posture was good and damn the way he cut that suit was slick. If he treated her right… she could get behind that tall glass of man. Carmen’s face looked bewildered and kind of offended. The human woman looked back at Richard and then to her husband. Something must have given Zeak’s longing away.

“Now, um… Mister Reed. I’ve looked at your case, and while it is obvious that you are a victim in the Terror event two months ago this situation is simply unprecedented. I believe we can fight this though, and have you placed under home surveillance in the next six months to a year.” The man said. His voice was a deep purpose driven thing once he got over his initial introduction. Zeak pressed the bridge of her nose against the glass and breathed deeply. Her thighs rubbing back and forth. “Six months? It’s… horrible in here. You have to get me out.” Zeak looked up with those brilliant green eyes and pleaded to the two humans. “Things are falling apart! Please.” Zeak thought of Rachel and looked away from Carmen. A Thick frog seeming to swell up in her throat as her eyes burned with tears. Carmen reached out and put a hand on the glass, obviously having a wide range of tremulous feelings about the whole situation. “I’m sorry Zeak, but we’re doing everything we can. Just try to hold in there okay?”

Zeak keened when the door behind her opened. Officer Glenn didn’t force her out though, giving the family a moment more before escorting Zeak from the chamber. Distracted by her own roiling mess of emotions Zeak hadn’t noticed the path with which Officer Glenn guided them. So she was startled when they stopped at the infirmary. “Oh god! NO!” Zeak screamed and threw herself at Officer Glenn with all the force her five foot frame could produce. Deftly the man pinned her against the concrete wall and subdued her. Zeak kicked feebly as she was dragged into the medical facility.

Inside two men already waited. The doctor from her original visit, and a businessman dressed in a brown tweed suit. “Subject 189. Hybrid Canine, weight 117 pounds. No ailments at last check in.” The doctor read from his chart. The other man walked over to Zeak. “Hmmmm. She seems cute enough. You don’t think she’ll give us much trouble?” He asked with a small look back at the Doctor. His reply was simple enough “No, she has been exceptionally compliant. Top ten percent actually.” Zeak furrowed her brows. She covered her modest breasts and pubic mound, glad to have lost the erection at some point during the muddled walk here. Fear and confusion having stamped back her heat enough for the canid’s mind to catch up. “Hey, I’m right here you know.” She pouted and watched them.

With Casual indignance the business dressed man clapped a hand on her small shoulder. His hand was warm and enveloped the fur there. “Yes, yes you are. Though you don’t need to worry about that now. I’ll be taking you with me today. So, you can rest easy. You won’t have to suffer prison much longer.” He was self-assured and seemed pleased with himself too. Zeak looked confused but the doctor approached and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck. Zeak moaned and became limp in the grip. Her heart rate thundering up into her ears as he stuck the back of her neck with what could have only been a tag gun.

Zeak flinched back when she was let go. “What? No. I’ve got a lawyer. You can’t just… what exactly?” The two men and Officer Glenn all laughed, and she was grabbed again by Glenn. “I’ll get her to the truck. I always thought they should be in a proper zoo. Prison is for criminals.” Was the officer’s comment which received an amical nod from Mr. Tweed. Zeak was dragged into the shipping and receiving area and thrown into what amounted to a horse carrier already prepared for loading. All that was inside the metal container was a wooden stool, three water bottles, and a thick quilted blanket. With all her force Zeak pounded on the metal doors, this literally couldn’t be happening! “Why are you doing this?!” She demanded towards Officer Glenn. He leaned into the small slats exposing the interior to the winter air. “You’re all a bunch of talking animals. I felt bad for the lot of ya when you came in, but day by day you’ve proven a bunch of mongrels. Good luck out there pup.” He walked away, and Zeak wrapped herself in the quilt.

The quilt barely helped Zeak survive the cutting winds as the trailer rattled down the freeway. She was out of prison now, and so she steeled herself to escape the first moment she could. She would not let some fucking ass hole tweed wearing prick keep her like some sex slave. Even with her soft coat and quilt the canine girl began shivering uncontrollably in her bundle. So, she wedged herself as closely against the front of her trailer as possible… trying anything to reduce the amount of wind she was being exposed to. Would this be the end of her? Dying of hypothermia, naked in the back of some trailer? Consciousness slowly drained from Zeak she couldn’t remember the exact moment she slipped from her numb body.

Carmen lay back across the satin sheets the pair had gotten during their home warming event. The contrast cream and caramel always excited Zeak when he saw those tan lines. Her exposed nipples were a lovely dark color similar to a latte resting in a sea of naked pale breasts. “There’s my man. What ever could have slowed you to my side?” She asked in her best sultry voice. Zeak looked down at her and grinned “It seems your beckoning has brought me from my toils. What might such an enchantress like yourself want from me?” He teased back as he strode forward. He had to remove his tie and shoes as he approached the bedside, and his shirt when he arrived before her.

With liquid grace Carmen reached up and caressed over Zeak’s pectoral muscles, fingertips brushing smooth skin. “I have need of you, do you think you can satisfy me?” She inquired as her own full breasts pressed to Zeak’s stomach. The warmth in their contact brought him closer to arousal. “I will never disappoint you.” He encouraged as her lips pressed to his collar bone. Electricity tore through him as lust boiled to the surface of their relationship. He let her hands unclasp his belt and trousers. With her preparation Zeak pressed Carmen’s shoulders to the bed. With excited movements she slipped her arms and legs around Zeak’s tone frame.

The married couple embraced, entwined in wanting for one another. Zeak was so terribly erect and could feel the tip of his erection resting along the slick labia of Carmen’s wanting sex. He kissed her, deeply until her mouth parted to let his tongue slip into her mouth. Carmen moaned and dragged her fingers down Zeak’s shoulders and back. She gyrated into him until she knew she could not bring him into her on her own. Thus, she slowed and surrendered to her husband. Zeak, pleased by the need she had displayed for him pressed forward. The thick head of his cock parting her and invading. He thrust gently an inch deeper at a time till he was fully inside her. “Carmen… god I love you.” He muttered with eyes closed to her.

“I love you too.” Came an entirely wrong voice. Rachel’s golden muzzle nuzzled against Zeak’s neck. Shock jerked Zeak’s hips back as he was suddenly hilt deep in his sister again. Yet the length wouldn’t dislodge from her warmth. He could feel the twitching throb of his knot as she cooed and encouraged him closer to climax. “Oh God! Rachel, no!” With a pounding heart he began ejaculating into his sibling once more. She only seemed encouraged by the explosion! Terror roiled up again and with a scream Zeak’s eyes opened. Rays of sunlight cascaded through the slats in the trailer. The door had just opened and a grizzly looking man in his fifties and two girls looked at Zeak from the open door. “Are you… alright?” the older girl asked. The two had to be perhaps seventeen and twenty-two respectively.

Zeak drew in herself, covered in a cold sweat. She was alive though, and slowly she stood in the corner. “I… sorry. Bad dream.” The girls glanced between each other as if surprised the dog girl really could talk. The man slapped the edge of the trailer three times “Alright, alright get on out. You’re to get in the house and get cleaned up before Mr. Peterson gets home. I don’t want to tell you twice.” Zeak looked out onto what was surely considered an estate in some part of the countryside. Droves of leafless trees were intricately placed as far as the eye could see. What could only be Mr. Peterson’s two daughters meandered alongside Zeak guiding the way.