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Leah strained to keep her downward dog high and steady. Her bushy sickle tail pointed up at the yoga studio's high ceiling, her toned backside thrust high in the air and her tight black leggings showing her pink panties beneath.

A row of lifted female tails and behinds paraded away on both sides. She turned to look at Alissa, the young Doberman beside her on her own blue yoga mat, her thin black tail pointed up the ceiling and an equal look of concentration on her pretty features. She glanced at Leah, bounced her eyebrows, and went back to staring at her mat.

"...And exhale, class."

They both let out explosive breaths and lowered their knees to the mat at the same time. Leah panted from her open muzzle and she turned see to her friend doing the same.

"Pant with even breaths," Ms Tallion intoned, the powerful black Labrador towering over the rest of the room as she paced back and fourth. "Even in and even out. Let your body settle into the rhythm."

Leah steadied her breaths as she'd learned over the last three years of weekly classes. She closed her eyes as well and felt a sense of calm begin to settle over her for the first time in the last few days. But the thoughts kept breaking into it, kept cracking the facade, and then the rapist was there, breathing on her, fucking her, his bare cock ploughing her and his male strength pinning her helpless to the wall.

"...Leah?"

She opened her eyes and blinked at Ms Tallion's long, toned legs in front of her. Her eyes stung and a warm trickle ran down into her cheek. She looked up, blinked again, and felt more tears run down.

The Labrador searched her face and became more and more worried by the moment. "Have you injured yourself?"

Leah glanced around her - every single pair of eyes in the room stared back. Her ears and cheeks flared with heat and she cowed down in panic, hanging her head.

"Back into downward dog, class!" Ms Tallion swept a paw around the room, then lowered it and offered it to Leah, her stare still on the rest of the room. "Count to twenty, pant for ten, then again."

Leah grasped her paw and let her iron strength pull her upright, then kept hold and let her draw her between the rows of raised female behinds to the changing room doors.

Ms Tallion pulled her just inside, made sure the door was shut, then squeezed her paw. "What's wrong?"

Leah burst into tears. Her head fell and she sobbed into the tiled room, her ears, tail, and shoulders all slumped down.

Ms Tallion pulled her into a powerful bear-hug and held her still through all of it.

Leah drew strength from the big canine's embrace. There was a child-like feeling of safety and comfort to being so utterly wrapped-up by powerful arms and she let even more out and cried for a full minute.

"Where's this coming from, Leah? This isn't like you."

"I'm... s-sorry," she whined.

"I need to go back in. Stay here and pack up your things. I'll stay behind if you want?"

"It's okay, I'll be... okay, I just..."

Ms Tallion pulled her back and held her shoulders. "This kind of emotion doesn't come from 'okay', Leah."

She just nodded and looked at the tight spandex over the Labrador's breasts.

"I'll bring your mat out, all right?"

"All right," she whimpered. "Thank you."

Ms Tallion nodded, squeezed her shoulders, then turned and padded back through to the studio.

Leah stared at the floor around her bare feet. She shouldn't have come. She shouldn't have done this. Now Alissa and the entire class knew there was something wrong with her and the gossip would start.

Blinking the tears away, she walked to her locker and pulled it open. She'd driven down in her leggings and yoga top and her phone and jacket were the only things inside.I can't face them all, she thought. _I can't be here when they come in._She put the phone in her jacket pocket, put the jacket on, then closed the locker and padded barefoot to the exit.

But she stopped with her paw on the door handle. Ms Tallion will be too worried if I just leave.And she has my mat. Her eyes darted around the changing rooms and settled on the shower stalls at the back. No one ever used them, at least not after the day classes. Glancing around, she jogged to the one at the far end, ducked inside, and pulled the door over far enough to hide her while still making it look empty.

She sat down on the tiles and pulled her phone out. The angry red icons with huge numbers in them made her wince and another lump lodgedin her throat. Mark. Sniffing, she opened his worried messages and scrolled through them, but they just made her cry so she locked the phone and stuffed it back into her jacket.Why haven't I called him back?

The thought made her hurt even deeper and she wrapped her arms over her head and pulled her ears down. Their alcohol-fueled argument in the courtyard felt like a lifetime away, a tiny snowflake in an avalanche or horror, but she still remembered the shock at his betrayal.I asked him to say that he loved me, and he wouldn't. He wouldn't say it, and he got angry because I was shouting and Tess might hea __r. He cared so much more about her the whole night.

She whined in the silence of the changing room and had to push her nose against her arm to stop it.But I still love him. I still love him.

The door burst open and chatting voices erupted through the room. Leah flinched and pressed her back into the corner of the cubical, the half-open door the only thing shielding her from twenty-five gossiping, middle-class females.

"...never saw her act like that..."

"...having to leave half way through? That's not normal..."

"...do you think is wrong with her?"

Leah couldn't help letting her ears lift a little and fought to identify each voice.

"Well, I haven't seen her that upset-"

"Oh, please. Her husband's probably bored with her and it's all too much for her empty little head."

Leah's muzzle fell open and she stared into the cubical wall, her ears flicked straight up.

"Like, who even is she?"

"Oh, you don't know her? She's Jake Allans's trophy wife."

"Mm-hm. Never had to work a day in her life. I guess all isn't peachy in paradise."

"Jake Allans?"

"You know. Allans and Sommerville?"

"That Allans?"

"Mm-hm. I guess lounging around their mansion, spending all his money, and popping out for afternoon tea is all too much."

Giggles and laughs rippled around the room. Leah felt her eyes sting and her ears lowered down.Oh my god...

"What if he's cheating on her?"

"Oh, definitely. The air-head's probably cheating on him too and she's been found out."

"No, no - he's cheating on her. You can bet on it. Trophy wives are like cheap bagels for men with that kind of money - nice and hot when they're new, then all soggy and plain when they go cold."

The room laughed louder. Leah closed her eyes and pulled her ears down again, the tears stinging behind her eyelashes.You bitches...

"You're like a bunch of sorority drop-outs, you know that?"

Leah opened her eyes - Alissa's voice.

"Oh, and you'd know?"

"Not with you around," Alissa snapped back, angry. "You don't know anything about her. She's practically got a law degree. She's way smarter than most of you."

"Hah - practically. I practically have a degree in whatever too."

"Watch out, girls," another voice said. "The tag-along sponge is guarding her free espressos."

The room pattered with laughter again.

"You should try having a friend good enough to buy you one," Alissa's voice said, a smug smile in her words. "Or just try having a friend sometime."

"That's not the only thing she's guarding, hm, butch bitch?"

"Butch-? I'll put some marks in that filthy mop you call a coat, you-!"

"Girls!" Ms Tallion's voice broke through the din and left the room in silence. "The next specist comment can pick her things off the street after I tip her locker out the window. Now, where is Leah?"

"Gone. She wasn't here."

"Gone?" A heavy sigh came from the other side of the shower door. "Mm. All right. I will see you all next week, and those who are coming for morning sunrise sessions sooner. Have a good week, girls."

Calls of "You too!" rang around the room and the door clicked shut.

"Bitch."

"Careful. She'll turn you into a pretzel."

"And then sit on you."

"And then use you to do a rising pawstand, Mysore style, in half-warrior pose."

Laughs pattered between slamming lockers, rustling fabric, and zips being fastened and opened. Leah held her head and tried to stop the tears.Trophy wife. __Airhead. So that's what you all really_ think_ of me.

But Alissa. She needed to catch Alissa. The room emptied quickly and she waited until the last of them had padded over the floor and clicked the door shut to leave it in silence. She stood up on shaking knees and cramped legs from sitting in the corner. Pulling the shower door back, glancing around, she jogged to the studio door and turned the handle.

It was locked. She peered through the small window but the shining wooden floor inside was empty. Leah glanced behind her, knocked on the glass, and waited.

No one answered. Ms Tallion must have went through the staff exit. Fighting tears, Leah turned and jogged out through the door, down the stairs, and back onto the street outside.

It was busy for half-three on a Monday afternoon. Canines, felines, and a few other species milled through the downtown streets under a clear sky and traffic crawled along the four-lane road. She walked to the curb and scanned the pavements on both sides - some of the class jumped out at her, pure-breed canine females in leggings and sport jackets weaving their way between business suits and mothers with prams and young families.

The Brewhaus. Alissa would go there to see if she was waiting for her. Leah turned and set off into the streams of passersby, walking quickly, darting around others and raising to her tip-toes to see over the crowd.

The traffic lights in front of her went red and she bounced to a stop. Fast footsteps slowed behind her and halted directly at her back.

Leah's heckles shot up and her whole body shot into tension. She forced her head to stay fixed forward and peered out of the edge of her eyes - a male's shoes and trousers were close behind her. Her heart thumped so hard she had to open her muzzle to breathe deep enough.

The lights changed and she set off even quicker. But the footsteps stayed near and kept up. Panic lanced through her and she glanced back.

He was a half-breed of husky and something with a shorter, sandy-colored coat. His stare was fixed to her ass and her pink panties under her thin, tight leggings. He looked down at her bare feet, his muzzle slightly open, then up into her eyes. He blinked, startled, and glanced away at the other side of the road.

Leah flinched her head back around and walked in a buzz of horror and terror. She twisted off the path and went straight into the nearest shop, not even looking at the sign, and fled several isles inside before turning to stare at the door.

There was no sign of him and he hadn't followed her inside. She let out a breath and started panting.

"...Can I help you?"

Leah flinched and turned to the assistant's smile. The feline wore blue work overalls and a big tool-belt around his waist. She looked around them in utter dismay - a hardware store full of tools and electronic stuff. "Um, no, it's-"

"Are you looking for something?" He interrupted, glancing at her leggings and tight pink top. "I can help you find it if you're not sure?"

Anger snapped through her.What if I * __was_ * sure, you_ asshole _? Just because I'__ m_ feminine doesn't mean-

"Uh, are you all right?" He looked closer at her.

She blinked and found her eyes damp again.Oh no. "I'm, I just, I think I got the wrong store." She turned and fled back out to the street before her voice could go as well. Her tail lowered and her ears hung at half-droop. People glanced at her on the way past and males kept looking down at her bare feet and her leggings.

The Brewhaus came into view. Its copper cladding shone around the three-story-high glass windows at the front and the rows of tables outside were full of smiling, talking canines and felines with espressos and lattes.

And there, standing outside, was Alissa.

Leah's eyes stung and her footsteps quickened. She swallowed around the lump in her throat and headed straight for her best friend.

But Alissa looked down at her phone, stuffed it into her own jacket, then set off into the crowds along the pavement.

Leah followed and tried to keep sight of her ahead. Then something swept cold and horrifying all around her.

The half-husky male walked close behind the young Doberman, his eyes on her backside through her own tight leggings, her short fur far more revealing than most breeds. One of his paws was stuffed into his trouser pocket as he walked.

No. No... Leah hurried to catch up and kept her eyes on the back of his head. His muzzle was open and his tongue was lollingout; he wastouching himself. He'd be waiting untilshe went down a side-street or untilhe could push her into an alleyway, and-

The horror came back fresh and raw.Leah'svision went blurry and she clipped the shoulders of several caninesin her rush.

The half-husky moved alongside Alissa andhestared down at her legs. He waked with her for a moment, then spoke and she turned to lookupat him.

Something snapped inside Leah and she broke into an all-out sprint.

Alissaanswered himbut didn't smile. The male gestured down at her, then lifted his paw and put it againstthe small of her back. He spread his claws against her thin top and moveddownlower towardsthe root of her tail.

Leah shoved a feline guy aside and he hissed at her. She charged straight for them and the crowd broke in front of her, their heads turning, and then she turned her shoulder at the last moment and slammed dead-center into his back.

He cried out and crashed face-first to the pavement. His paw caught on Alissa's top and sent her stumbling to the side.

Leahstaggered, the impactsending her reeling, then stood over him andbarked as loud as she couldwith bared teeth and claws.

Gasps and shouts went up all around themat the feral sounds.Everyone on the pavement backed awayin shock, their eyes wide andtheir arms wrapped around their pups or kittens.

The half-husky put his paws down on the pavement, lifted his face off the concrete, and turned to look up with eyes full of fear. His nose was split and bloodied, his muzzle scraped along one side and his lip raw and red.

Something else gave way inside Leah. She snarled, stepped over him, and raised her paw with claws out and braced, her aim directed straight for his eyes.

Something snapped around her wrist and held it still; she turned to Alissa's wide-eyed stare. "Leah, what the hell are you doing!?"

The fury and pain boiled over into tears. "He was going to attack you!"

Allissa's head darted back. She stared and spoke slowly and carefully. "No. That's Stan, Leah. I know him. I work with him."

Leah breathed through bared teeth. She stared into her friend's eyes and the shock there brought her mind forward through the suffocation of emotion and rage. Alisa's face blurred away and then Leah's arm was limp in her hold, and then she was wailing and sobbing down at the pavement and tears were falling from her cheeks.

---

The park bench felt hard and uncomfortable through her leggings. Leah stared down at her toeclaws on the pavement and tried to stop whimpering.

"Look, there's something seriously wrong with her," Allissa said again, standing between her and the pervy half-husky called Stan.

"I don't care. She broke my nose and called me a perv in front of all those people! She barked at me. Barked! She's gone feral and I'm pressing charges. She doesn't belong on the street."

"Stan, for god's sake! Look at her. There's clearly something very, very bad going on with her right now and your nose isn't broken, you snowflake."

Helpless gratitude welled within Leah and she put her head into her paws.

"How do you know? Anyone who can_bark_ like that needs to be muzzled and chained up."

"I know because I've known her for years. She's not like that. Like this."

"Well, I'm still going to stop by the police station on the way back-"

Horror plunged all around Leah and she burst into wails, holding her eyes, shaking her head.

"Look at her. You got a bloody nose and you're acting like a bullied puppy."

Silence descended around Leah, but she couldn't stop crying. The rapist was there in her head, holding her down, tied and knotted inside her and licking her face through his groans of pleasure.

"Fine," pervy Stan said, his voice flat. "All right. Fine. But you owe me big for this. Very, very big."

Alissa hesitated for a moment, then her voice came quieter and less sure. "...um, mm. Fine."

"Good. I'll add it to the rest and let you know when I'm calling you in, cutie." Footsteps moved away and faded into the distance.

Leah didn't look up. She just kept sobbing and shaking her head. Everything was wrong. Everything.

The boards of the bench moved beside her and Alissa's arms wrapped around her.

"I'm sorry," Leah whimpered. "I'm so sorry..."

"What's wrong, Leah?"

Her throat constricted. She held it back, but then the emotion spilled through and she leaned into Alissa's embrace. "I've been... someone... he, he_hurt_me..."

"Oh, Leah," Alissa breathed, the air leaving her.

"I... I can't tell anyone..."

"Shhh. You're all right now. You're all right."

"I feel... I want to die..."

"Leah, no, come on." Alissa's voice quivered with the deep shock. "Don't say stupid stuff. You're okay."

"I love Jake," Leah whined, the words pouring out raw. "I love him..."

"Did he-?"

"No, no, no..." Leah sobbed. "I don't want to lose him, I don't want to lose anyone."

"What happened? You need to tell me."

"I can't," she choked.

"Someone... attacked you?"

Leah kept her head still, then finally nodded against Alissa's shoulder.

The Doberman's breathing picked up and her paws tightened on Leah's fur. "Someone you know?"

Leah shook her head.

"When? Last weekend?"

Leah couldn't stop herself from nodding.

"And no one else knows?"

She nodded again.

"Oh, Leah..." Alissa cuddled into her and just held her.

---

The sun shone off the low white roof of the Merc. Leah padded barefoot over the asphalt to where it sat alone, at the back of the car park, and pulled her keys out of her jacket's inner pocket. She lifted the car's smooth, heavy electronic fob and its indicator lights pulsed twice in recognition. But then she stopped and looked around because Alissa wasn't beside her any more.

Alissa stood about five paces back with her muzzle hanging open and her eyes wide. She looked from the car to Leah and blinked. "No.No. That's yours?"

Heat flushed though Leah's cheeks and the edges of her ears. She lowered the fob and glanced away. "Well..."

"Leah... no way." Alissa walked forward to her side and stared at the wide tires, subtle silver grilles, and tapered shape of the two-seater AMG convertible.

"I know what you're thinking." Leah swallowed and looked back to her, her eyes bloodshot and her voice weak from crying. "I heard everything in the changing room."

Alissa blinked again, then tilted her head and reached out to hold her arm. "You were there?"

Leah nodded. "I hid in the shower."

Her friend's eyes winced. "Do you think I listen to those bitches?"

"Some of it's true." Leah looked back at the car. "It's not even mine. It's Jake's. He bought it for me." She waved her paw at it and struggled to speak through the lump in her throat. "I don't deserve it."

"Oh, come on. None of the trash that trash comes out with is true, and..." Alissa walked around between her and the car and peered into her eyes. "He_loves_you. I mean, really?" She gestured at the car. "Look at it. Now..." She grinned and bounced in place, her tail wagging behind her. "Can we see how fast it goes? Can we, can we?"

A smile tried to tug at the ends of Leah's muzzle, but it couldn't break through. "I'm not in great shape."

"Aww..." Alissa stood on her toes and gave Leah her big, brown puppy-dog eyes, but she relented when it didn't raise a smile. "I was joking." Her paw moved up to Leah's shoulder. "Do you want to come to mine instead? Save you driving?"

Leah shook her head, sniffed, and tried to give her a smile. "It's okay. I'd be nice to finally have you around."

Alissa bloomed back into a grin and bounced in place. "Yay! I get shotgun."

"There's only shotgun," Leah said, and found her smile a bit brighter.

"Good enough for me." Alissa jogged to the car, then walked around it and peered down from every angle.

Leah followed her and it unlocked automatically once the key was within a meter of the driver side door. She got in, waited for Alissa to climb in and stop admiring the cream-leather interior, then pulled out of the car park and onto the road.

The asphalt was empty. The straight section that lead out of town came up and Leah's paws tightened on the wheel. Something smoldered inside her - a crying, screaming rage that she'd glimpsed standing over that filthy pervert. She'd wanted to slash his eyes out, to hear him scream, to see the blood run down his face and choke his slimy voice in his filthy muzzle-

And then her foot was on the floor, and the Merc's six-point-two liter engine projected them towards the distance.

Alissa half-yelped and half-screamed. The AMG's turbos roared in savage delight at being unleashed; the sheer force crushed them both back into the leather and Leah's stomach lurched with raw, roller-coaster adrenaline. The needle flew past eighty and the scenery streaked past the windows into a narrowing blur. Her foot flinched from the gas to the break in panic and they slammed forwards against their belts; the car slowed to thirty in about five seconds and she pulled her foot away.

"WOW!" Alissa slapped the armrests and panted at the windscreen, eyes wide. She turned to Leah with a huge grin. "Again!"

Leah couldn't breathe. The ceramic break disks ticked through the chassis as they cooled and the car purred along in the aftermath, the low growl barely a shade of what it could bring into the world when asked. Leah stared straight ahead with her paws shaking so hard on the wheel she could barely feel them. The view ahead clouded with tears and she sobbed, her throat choked.

"Leah?"

"Sorry... I don't..." Leah blinked to clear her eyes and gripped the wheel.What the fuckam I doing?

"Do you need to pull over? Are you okay?"

"I'm not okay" she whimpered, "I'm not."

Alissa's paw landed on her shoulder and rubbed back and forth. "Pull over. It's all right."

She did, and then she sobbed until Alissa's stroking paw against her back finally made her stop.

---

"Okay... so you have a driveway."

Leah glanced at Alissa while the iron gates slid aside. "A small one."

"I have a welcome mat with a cat on it."

Leah pulled through the open gates and crunched along the red-chip driveway up to the double garage. Jake's silver Bentley was still gone - he wouldn't be back until seven at the earliest, and probably later.

"Okay... so you've got a mansion."

"It's not a mansion." Leah's cheeks heated and she glanced across again. "Sorry. It's not, though. It's only five bedrooms."

"Five_really nice_bedrooms," Alissa said, staring out at the dormer windows.

"It's all Jake's." Leah turned the ignition off and stared at the silver logo in the center of the steering wheel. "It's his house. His car."

"Uh, you're his_wife?_" Alissa stared at her. "Hello? That kinda makes it yours too?"

Leah didn't look up. "I didn't work for it. I didn't earn it. He did."

"Don't listen to those bitches!" Alissa's paw landed on her shoulder and squeezed. "Don't let them get into your head. Jake obviously adores you, and you just told me when you were crying and you could barely speak that you love him, so there's nothing to worry about."

Leah stared straight ahead. She didn't move or give anything away.

The paw on her shoulder squeezed again. "Come on. I wanna see inside!"

She nodded, got out, and lead Alissa through the front door to the living room.

"Yeah..." The Doberman nodded around her as she walked, then stood staring at the seventy-inch flat-screen set into the wall. "Really nice bedrooms..."

"Thanks for... this." Leah tried to smile, her voice shaky. "I don't really want to be alone right now."

"Hey-" Alissa grinned, walked up to her, and nodded back at the T.V, "-feel free to not be alone any time."

The corners of her muzzle tugged upwards.

Alissa pulled her into a hug and spoke into her ear. "It's all right. You're hurting, and you need to talk."

Leah's throat seized up. She closed her eyes and nodded against Alissa's short, tough fur.

"I'll make us some coffees." Alissa pulled back. "Where's your kitchen, or will I get lost trying to find it?"

Leah blinked at the tears and whimpered.

"Leah..." Alissa's paw came out and brushed at her cheek, "...what happened to you?"

"I... we went, to-"

Alissa drew her around and sat them both down on the sofa. She kept her arm around her and rubbed her back with her paw.

Leah swallowed and forced more words out between breaths. "We went to a restaurant. Downtown. I wore a... really short mini-dress. And four-inch heels."

Alissa smiled. "Mm, lucky Jake."

"Um... we drank a lot. I had a lot of wine. I was drunk, so I went out to get some air." Leah sniffed and breathed through the emotion. "Out the back. It was... an alleyway. But no, before that. There was this mixed-breed guy. Outside the restaurant, before we went in. He stopped in the street and stared at me. I was leaning over, and I think he could see my thong."

Alissa's voice dropped and filled with worry. "Leah..."

"I went into the alley, and I was drunk, and..." her throat constricted around the words and she hung her head and started sobbing. "He was... there."

"Why can't you tell anyone?" Alissa slid against her and looked hard at her tearful eyes. "You need to go to the police-"

"No!" Leah grabbed her shoulder and hauled her forward, her bloodshot eyes glaring straight into hers. "I can't!"

"Why!?" Alissa searched her face, aghast. "Why can't you!?"

Leah turned away, put her head in her paws, and wailed into the room.

"What did he do to you?" Alissa put her arms back around her. "Leah, what did he...?"

The sobs overwhelmed her and she just shook her head against her paws.

"Oh my god... Leah, did he_rape_ you?"

The word made her choke and cry and curl in on herself in the Doberman's arms.

"Holy fuck, Leah, this is_so_serious, you need to go to the police-"

"Stop saying that!" Leah screamed into the room, her torn voice coming through the sobs, "Stop saying it!"

Alissa flinched, but kept hold of her. She went quiet and just held her through the tears and wails.

Leah let go and plunged into the pit of agony she'd been hanging over for the last day and a half. She was holding Alissa one moment and then embracing her and crying against her neck the next, the two of them entwined on the couch, her friend's paws rubbing her back and stroking her head through it all.

---

"Listen, honey..." Jake turned to her on the sofa, the two of them watching 24-hour news after a late dinner the next evening.

Leah looked around. Alissa had been around through the afternoon again to distract her with idle chat over a coffee, but it hadn't made the memories go away. "Mm?

"You've been really quiet since Saturday." He reached out and brushed a paw against her ear, and then down over her cheek. "Are you all right?"

The emotion surged back. Panic came with it though and she managed to glance away and nod without betraying too much. He'd came in so late last night that she hadn't had to make an excuse.

"Is something bothering you?" Jake moved closer and put his arm around her. "Hm?"

"No, it's-" she forced a small smile, "-just something stupid one of the girls at yoga said."

"Oh." Jake laughed a little and settled against her. "What was it?"

"Just something stupid."

"Like what?"

"Well... I overheard her talking in the changing room, and-" Leah found her voice unsteady, "-she called me a trophy wife."

Jake blinked, frowned, then gave a chuckle. "You're right - that is stupid."

"Yeah." She tried to laugh but only a single, choked sound came out.

"Honey, is that bothering you?" Jake laughed again, but with less conviction. "Come on, really?" He leaned closer and tried to look at her eyes. "Leah?"

"I don't do anything," she whimpered, keeping her face turned away.

"Oh, honey..." Jake slid his arms around her and pulled her against his side, her loose shorts and top sliding on the leather.

"All I do is drink espressos and go to yoga and go out shopping with the girls..." she drew a shaking breath, closed her eyes, and leaned into his embrace, "...I'm so sorry."

"Leah, what's all this?" Jake held her and stroked her head against his chest. "You're doing so much. You're getting ready to be a mother. You're sorting the house out, the nursery-" he swallowed and cleared his throat, his own voice full of emotion, "-besides, who told you to take a break?"

"You," she whined.

"That's right. You were working like a slave, remember? I wanted you to rest, have some space, like you deserve."

"While you work and toil for all this-" she waved a paw at the room, "-and I just sit in it."

"That's what I_want." He cuddled her closer. "Why do you think I chaired the board all Sunday afternoon and came back at midnight last night? It's not for them. It's for_you. I want you and our pups to have the best of everything, to never want or go hungry or cold."

She sniffed and cuddled him back, too overcome to speak.

Jake moved his muzzle down and kissed her.

She kissed back in a burst of passion and forced his head backwards, then grasped his shoulders and felt him do the same. And then they were moaning into each other's muzzles and her paws were rubbing and stroking over his head.

Jake tugged on her top and she brought her arms up to let him pull it over her head. His fingers went straight for her bra clasp and clicked it open with practiced ease, and then they were kissing deeper and his paws were feeling her bare breasts and then his top was off, and he was huffing the word against her muzzle. "Bed?"

Doctor Jackob's warning crashed through the passion and arousal coursing through her. The heat between her legs prickled with itchy irritation that hadn't gone away.

Jake kissed her again and rubbed his paw over her breasts, but he paused and felt one of the bite marks the rapist had left on her. "Honey, what's-?"

"Trimming accident," she blurted. "I'm fine."

"Oh." He squeezed her chest and felt around her nipples. "You trim-? Sorry, shouldn't ask." He drew her to the edge of the cushions and lifted her up with him, then drew his paws over both of her breasts and smiled at them. "Whatever you do, they're incredible."

She couldn't help smiling despite the panic.

Jake slid his paws down her arms and took hers; he smiled back and drew her forwards, then led her upstairs.

Leah racked her mind the entire way. Every step closer to the bedroom made the panic scream higher and drown out a little more of the desperate ideas trying to form in her head.I can't turn him down this time, what the fuck do I do? We haven't used a condom in years, there's none in the house...

He looked back at her in the upstairs hallway, at the way she was padding along behind him topless and in bare feet, and he sighed and smiled into her eyes. He led her into the bedroom, unzipped his chinos, and let them fall to the floor. He'd never been gym-fit or any description of buff, but he was still a well-proportioned husky and his coat always shone with health.

An idea burst into her head. She fixed her eyes to his black boxers and darted forward across the floor, then dropped to her knees in front of him and whipped them down to his ankles.

"Wow, hey-" Jake tried to step back but she put her paws on his backside and held him still.

She drove down the fit of revulsion that tried to come and licked the tip of her husband's cock where it poked out of his sheath.

His voice was high in surprise. "Uh, honey?"

She ignored the taste and licked at his tip until more slid out, then moved forward and took him inside the end of her muzzle.

"I thought you hated this?"

He was sliding out, but too slowly - she moved one of her paws to his balls and felt the furry sack with her pads, cupping each of the fleshy lumps and rolling her fingers around them, thinking about the puppies they were going to give her once they started trying.

He slid out more, she wrapped her mouth around him, then he moaned and the rest came out onto her tongue. His paws moved onto her head and held her under her ears. "Ohhh..."

Leah had his full length to work with now. She drew her muzzle back and fourth along him, tilting her head every few strokes, her tongue running against his underside and her lips sealed around the hot, tight skin.

Jake gasped and started to move with her. "Uhhh, ohhwow-"

The revulsion tried to come back. She winced at every taste that could be anything close to urine and tried to banish the loud sound of Jake taking a leak in their en-suite from her head.

He sighed, stroking her hair and her ears. "Ohh, I wasn't expecting this, mmm-"

Her throat clenched and she gagged. The reflex came again and again, her stomach kicking and her whole body twitching with it.

"Honey?" Jake let go of her head.

Leah fought it and forced her muzzle back over his cock. She let his tip plunge against the top of her throat and her muzzle press against his knot, her tongue feeling his smooth heat. She gagged again though and her throat closed around him - the feeling of something blocking her airway made her retch and jerk her muzzle back on instinct.

He slipped off her tongue and twitched fully-erect in front of her muzzle, shining with her saliva.

Leah coughed and fought the urge to spit on the carpet. Shame coursed through her and she kept her head down. "Sorry..."

"Honey." Jake's paws stroked onto her ears. "Don't, not if it's going to make you...?"

Her eyes stung and she closed them. She knelt in front of him and fought the sobs, the tears, and tried to keep her breathing even.

He stroked her head, his claws against her skin. "It's all right. You don't need to. You know what I want."

Panic surged through her. A memory came with it - her gasping and looking up into his eyes, her legs open around his thrusting waist."Is it because you're in control?"_she'd asked, watching him fight the pleasure in his eyes."Or is there something about being between a woman's legs that really gets you?"She remembered listening to him groan, realizing he couldn't even answer, and giggling up at him."You're too easy to please,"_ she'd told him, her paw lifting to cup his cheek." __I can't believe missionary is_ your_ favorite thing in the world _._ Mmm, I'm not complaining thoug_ h, uhhnnn..._"

He grasped her head and lifted her eyes up to his. "Hm?"

Leah looked back. He was so hard; it still twitched upright in front of her, full of heat and pressure. They hadn't had sex in five days.

But they couldn't. Because she knew. She was swollen-hot inside and the burning hadn't gone away; her paw had been sneaking down under her shorts to pull her panties aside all day, her claws scratching carefully at the itch that wouldn't stop. She thought fast, searched his face, and let the sadness show through. "I'm sorry, honey. I forgot my pill."

"Oh." He blinked, then frowned a little. "Can't you just take it now?"

She could. Of course he knew she could. "Um... I'm a bit worried about doing that."

Jake dropped his eyes to the floor. He sighed, then rubbed her head and looked back up. "Don't worry about it. We can just get to bed and save this for tomorrow."

Guilt bit down around her. "I'm sorry."

"Or..." he searched her face, "...we could start?"

She winced with horror inside.No. Not now... How long hadshe been waiting for him to say that? "Um... uh..."

"Hmm?" He knelt downon the carpetwith her and brought their eyes level, his paws on her shoulders. "It's maybe a little early, butI know how excited you are."

I want to die. The wordscame unbidden from her soul. She looked into his hope, love, and joy and felt pain, anger, and despair mirror back at him.

"Well?" He smiled, leaned forward, and kissed her.

Sheclosed her eyes and kissed back; she couldn't do anything else.The crying, despairing thing inside her neededto feelhim holdingher after he'd loved her, satisfied and glowing,cradling her and protecting her from the world and everything horrible in it.She pushed her muzzle forward and sunk her tongue into his mouth, her lips sealing with his and her paws sliding onto his back.

Jake moaned into her mouth, her answer so clear andwonderful that he wrapped his arms around her and kissed herdeeper.

Oh god, she thought.Oh my god...

Hepulled her up and she climbed to her feet with him,their muzzles still sealed together and their tongues in each other's mouths. His paws went to hershorts, pinched their sides, and slid them downso they dropped over her feet.

Oh my god, it's happening..._She stood against him in nothing but her lacy black panties and felt her heart hammer in panic._I can't stop it, I can't...

Jake's paws pinched the thin sides of her panties against her hips.

Oh fuck, oh fuck-

He pulled them down and slipped the silky material over her fur - they peeled away from her hot, irritated pussy, baring her to him, and she couldn't help feeling like he'd just unwrapped something dirty.

Oh my god, I can't do this-

Jake let them fall to her toes and moved his paws down over her bare backside, feeling her around the root of her tail and stroking outwards over her hips. He kissed her deeper and pulled her back towards their bed, his feet lifting to step back one at a time.

This isn't happening...

His legs found the edge of the bed and she pulled her muzzle back, her tongue sliding from his saliva and his taste to loll from the end of her muzzle in panting panic.

Jake's eyes were full of the puppy-dog amazement he always had when she was naked with him. He sat down on the covers and stared at her, his erection throbbing upright between his legs, his eyes taking in her bare figure and then settling between her legs. He reached out, grasped her hips, and pulled her towards his side and the covers of the bed.

Oh god- Leahlet him, sat downon the coversby his side,and stared at his bare, twitching cock. The heat between her legs nipped and itched and she could feel herself wet and slick with more than just arousal - she'd been leakingand sticky againsther panties all day.

Jake kissed her. His paws went to her shoulders and pulled her down to their sheets, and then stroked over her head.

Leah thrummed with terror and passion and just kissed him back and moved where he pulled her. And then she pulled her muzzle back to stare at Jake over her, above her, his arms straight and his paws either side of her head.

He panted in such deep, urgent male need that it made her breath deeper and gaze into his eyes.

Her legs were pressed together on the bed, chaste and turned to the side, her knees bent and her feet tucked up. She couldn't open them. If she did, her marriage would be over.

Jake looked down, his cock hanging over her, and back up into her eyes with his soul open and bared - just like that night. Just like their first time. Just like his first time - just like the night she'd taken his virginity.

Leah panted, looked into that love, turned her legs, and opened them for him with her knees bent and her feet pointed down at the bottom of their bed.

Jake huffed for air, never leaving her eyes, and sunk his bare cock down between her red, irritated folds. He slid so easily into her wetness that wasn't just wetness, her musk sticky and slick, and hilted his cock inside her itchy heat with a deep gasp.

The air left her in a rush and she just gazed up at him in disbelief.

He slid out and back in slowly, her musk sticking to his bare, vulnerable flesh, then hilted in her again and again with gasps of awe.

Leah lay back and pulled her legs up higher, the position so instinctive for her now that she settled into it without thinking. His cock scratched at the itch inside her and she moaned with pent-up relief and pleasure, the feeling even better than she remembered. "Ohh, mm..."

"Ohhh, Leah..." Jake turned his head and closed his eyes, his thrusting steady, and groaned at the headboard. "Ohh, uhh, ohh-"

She knew what she did to him. She always had.

"Leah-" He groaned and strained to hold himself up, the pleasure coursing through him like a physical thing she could see. "Ohh, ohhh-" His knot slid up against her red folds and pressed there for a moment before he pulled back and kept thrusting. His eyes opened and he stared down at her laid out on the bed beneath him like he couldn't believe this was real.

Her heart tugged hard and sharp and she grasped his head and stroked her paws over his ears and his cheeks. "I love you," she whispered, lifting her nose towards his, their eyes so close she could see the lines in his husky-blue irises.

His eyes widened, he drew a gasp, and his thrusts quickened. She could see it - he'd lost the fight to hold on. All the nights she'd lain frustrated and horny by his side came back to her mind, his struggle to satisfy her long-since lost to the stamina and muscles of her fox. Then his knot rammed down inside her and then he was bucking helpless and hard between her legs. "UUHHH! OhhLeah, Leah-!" His head fell against hers and he collapsed into a groaning, gasping mess that writhed against her and jerked his knot inside her tight hold with every shot of pure-breed husky cum.

His sperm flooded into her womb and found her eggs, their tails swimming to surround each one, but her eggs rejected him and kept them out to die away through the night - his love's pure-breed female husky genes already claimed by two other males, one who'd taken her by seduction and the other by force, both of them claiming his wife's womb and her puppies as their own before Jake had ever had the chance.