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Leah perched on the edge of the couch with her short blue skirt pulled up around her hips, her knees apart, and her panties around her ankles. She slid two fingers faster inside to scratch at the rabid itching and bit her lip with worry. A small moan left her and she pushed deeper into the heat of her irritated pussy--having sex with Jake last night had made it worse and she couldn't even sit on the sofa now without squirming and rubbing against the cushions. "Mmf, nnhh-"

She'd held him last night while he'd untied, nuzzled him until he'd fallen asleep, then sobbed into her pillow for an hour with the infected itch burning inside her. She couldn't think about the reality of what had happened, of what she'd done. It was too much.

She closed her eyes and let her tongue dangle a little. It felt so_good_ to scratch it like this. As horrible as the thought was, she knew the sex had felt better too. She was more sensitive inside and her husband's cock had rubbed the itch in ways she could only dream about with her paw. "Ohh, uhn-"

The curtains were closed and the whole house stooped under a shut-out darkness. She hadn't wanted to open them when she'd dragged herself out of bed at eleven. Alissa was supposed to be here by now. She'd given her the access code to the door beside the front gate and hadn't told Jake about it. She needed her support too much right now.

The doorbell finally went and her paw flinched out of her pussy. She wiped the sticky musk in a streak over her skirt, pulled her panties back up to stick against her, then got up and padded through to the front door.

"Hiya!" Alissa smiled on the doorstep in a knee-length purple skirt and a light tan jacket. "How's you today?"

Leah couldn't smile. She felt her whole being sag under the weight of everything and looked down at the floor to spare her friend the sight.

"Oh dear." Alissa's paws found her shoulders and she pushed her gently back into the hall, closed the door behind them, then pulled her into a hug.

Leah held her back and breathed hard. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Alissa pulled her back and glared into her eyes. "It's_not_ your fault, Leah. What he did to you is_not_ your fault."

She looked away. The itch nipped between her legs. It burned hot and urgent, flared up by her paw and her fingers, and she pressed her thighs together under her short skirt.

"Want me to make some coffees?"

Leah nodded.

"Okay. Go sit down and I'll bring them through."

She nodded again, Alissa let her go, and she watched the Doberman walk around her into the house.

The itch nipped again. She bit her lip, glanced behind her at the empty hall, and slid a paw under her skirt. Dragging her claws over her silky panties was barely anything - it just make it ten times worse. She need her fingers back inside.

But she couldn't with Alissa here, and it was a disgusting thing to do anyway. She'd go raw and sore if she kept scratching.

Leah pulled her paw out of her skirt and whined into the silent hall. Why hadn't the clinic phoned her by now? Doctor Jackobs had said four to five working days, not six. But it was too late now anyway. She'd had unprotected sex with Jake and he'd tied inside her for over half an hour. Whatever is was, she'd probably given him it.

Sniffing, she padded back through to the living room and sat back on the edge of the couch. She kept her legs together and whimpered at the urge to spread them, pull her panties back to her ankles, and slide two fingers back inside the prickling heat. It nipped worse the longer she left it and she started to whine and squirm.

Alissa strode in with two mugs, clacked one down on the table, and sat down beside her. She'd taken her jacket off and wore a simple dark green crop-top underneath. "There you go. Now-" she slid forward and sat on the edge of the cushions as well, then looked into her eyes, "-are you going to tell me today?"

Leah glanced over at her mug.

"Hm? Why you're keeping this a secret when it's hurting you?"

_I shouldn't have told her._The thought flashed bitter and full of regret in her head. Panic edged further around her, coming closer than it normally did, and she picked the mug up off the table.

"I'm serious." Alissa sipped at her coffee but didn't move. "I'll keep coming around for as long as you want, but you need to tell me, because no one should keep something like this secret."

Leah sipped her coffee and glanced at her friend's stare. "I know."

"What if he does it to someone else?" Alissa held her mug down against her bare knees,her skirt tight over the tops of her thighs."Hm? If you don't send the police after him-"

"I know," Leah snapped.The itch burned inside her and shortened her patience even further."I'm sorry. I know. I just can't, okay?"

Alissa sighed. She stared for another long moment as though deciding whether to pursue it, then sighed again and sipped her coffee. "Fine. I'll leave it today, but I'll ask again tomorrow."

Leah nodded and squirmed her legs together. She wanted to whimper - scratching it on and off for the whole morning had felt good at the time, but it had made it unbearable for her now. "Uhm, I'll be back in a bit." She put her mug on the table, got up, and dashed through to the downstairs bathroom.

Her panties fell to her toes and her legs were open before her backside hit the closed toilet seat. She slid her fingers straight in and sunk them into her wet, irritated heat. "Mmf-" she closed her eyes and slid her fingers further, "-ohh, uhh..." She could tell she was making it worse, stoking it up, but it felt so good. She hadn't masturbated for more than a year, not since Mark had started satisfying her fully, and it was like she was rediscovering her fingers. "Mm, ohhh..."

It must be like cat-pox,_she thought, basking in the relief. _The more you scratch it, the itchier it gets, and leaving it alone is really hard.

"Mmf, mm-" she went at it for another minute, then pulled her fingers out and stared at the musk matting her crotch and inner thighs. She stunk of it, spicy and pungent, and her paw was sticky. Frowning in worried disgust, she just pulled her panties back up, washed her paws, then went back through to the living room and sat down.

"I was thinking," Alissa said. "Want to order pizza and stay in?"

Leah tried to smile. "Sure. That'd be nice."

"Cool." Alissa picked her phone off the table and started tapping away. "What to you want?"

She thought for a moment. "Something with chicken on it."

"Eww. Chicken on pizza?" Alissa tutted and kept tapping. "Fine. I'll indulge you if I have to."

"Thanks."

"And, done." She put the phone down, grabbed her mug, and turned to Leah. "All right, so spill it - how's the preparations going? Have you got names yet?"

"Um, well..." Leah shifted on the cushions and squeezed her thighs around the returning itch. "Last night, we... started trying." She managed a half-smile around at her friend.

"Oh, Leah!" Alissa clasped her paws together under her chin. "That's wonderful. See? You're going to be fine, and you're gong to have a family. You two are going to have the cutest puppies in the world. Oh, little huskies!"

Leah smiled wider. "Little huskies."

Alissa moved on to puppy clothes and they chatted for a while. Leah started to forget the panic and fear clenching her gut but the itch wouldn't leave her alone. She kept squirming on the couch and Alissa glanced at her skirt a few times with a questioning frown before carrying on.

The doorbell went through in the hall.

Leah flinched off the couch. "I'll get it, you sit down." She jogged through to the hall, shoved her paw under her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and scratched inside with a bitten lip and small whimpers.

The doorbell went again. Whining, she scratched a few more times, pulled her panties back over, wiped her paw on her skirt, and jogged forward to open the door.

Mark glared straight into her eyes from the doorstep. "Is he here?"

Leah stared back. She nearly collapsed. Her head went weightless and her paw shot out to grab the door-frame, her wide-eyed stare full of horror.

He stood in his work clothes--casual shirt, chinos, and a light suit jacket. Mark stepped forward, an inch away from her, and glanced over her shoulder. "Is. He. Here?"

She shook her head and dissolved into panicked pants, "...no, no-"

The big fox grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back through the door. He kicked it closed behind him--it slammed hard and rattled the pictures on the walls. He held her a foot in front of him. "Leah, what the hell!? Why haven't you answered any of my calls? My texts?"

She couldn't speak. She just stared in horror and paralyzed terror.

"I waited for you for two hours on Tuesday. I called you every night-" he hung his head for a moment, then looked up and pulled her into a close, tight hug. "I've missed you so bad, gorgeous," he said, his chest rumbling against her, "you've no idea. Fuck, I've been needing your love, your paws, your..."

Mark trailed off, and Leah knew exactly why.

His paws went slack against her. Heart thrumming in utter terror, she turned her head against his and looked back with him to the living room doorway.

Alissa clutched the door frame, her other paw up against her muzzle, her eyes bolt-wide.

Mark breathed against her and she breathed with him. Then his paws flinched back and he stepped away from her.

Leah stood trapped in her friend's eyes. She just looked back with the naked truth bared, her misery doing nothing to hide it.

Alissa looked between them, her paw still against her muzzle, and stood in shocked silence.

Mark cleared his throat. "You must be one of Leah's friends?"

Alissa dipped her head a little.

"I'm Mark." He stepped forward with that winner's smile and extended a paw.

Alissa stared up at him, her paws frozen in place. Eventually, the one against her muzzle came down and moved towards his.

Mark grasped her paw and touched the tip of his muzzle to the back of her palm, inhaling her scent and keeping his tongue to himself to stay formal, then let her go. "I'm Leah's... client."

Leah flinched at the hesitation, then blinked at the word.

"Um..." Alissa looked between them again. "Okay?"

"Her yoga client." Mark smiled and gestured back at her; his eyes met hers for a moment and fury raged behind them.

"Yoga client?" Alissa looked back at her.

Leah tried to smile, but her grimace only deepened and she looked away in shame.

"Yeah, you know." Mark walked to the coat hangers and hung his jacket up. "She's got magic paws, this one. Been needing them to help with some positions."

"Oh?" Alissa's eyes narrowed and glared at Leah straight-on. "I didn't know she did that."

"Yeah?" Mark walked forward and gestured to the living room. "She's modest about it, but she's one of the best I know."

Alissa glared harder. "Mm-hm."

"How about we... sit down?" Mark stepped directly in front of Alissa, blocking her view of Leah. "That OK?"

"Look..." Alissa's voice dropped to a knowing, business-like tone that made Leah want to retch, "...I'll talk to her for a minute, then leave two you 'to it', OK?"

Mark sighed. He seemed to stand on the verge of upping the charade, but just nodded and stepped aside. "Sure."

Leah cringed down. Alissa walked to her, took her arm with a hard grip, and pulled her away through the house to the kitchen. She didn't look at her the entire way, then shut the doors behind them and stood facing her.

Leah hung her head. Her last truly good friend in the world had such pain in her eyes, pain on behalf of the one she'd hurt, on behalf of the husky who loved her so much.

"I can't believe you." Alissa's voice was hard, disappointed. "How long?"

Leah brought her paw up to hide her face. "It's, it's not-"

"Was anything you told me true? Or did you make that all up?"

Leah sniffed and fought to keep her voice steady. "It was true."

"Did he do it?"

"No. No." She looked up into her eyes. "I told the truth."

Alissa glared and her voice hardened. "How would I know? How do I know what else is lies? Jake has no idea, does he?"

Leah drew a deep breath and let it out. "It's not like that-"

"Oh! Oh, of course not." Alissa stepped aside and leaned on one of the counters. "It never is. He's your 'yoga' pupil, yeah?"

"Look..." Leah's voice broke. She turned her tearful stare up and pleaded. "Please, don't leave, don't leave me alone."

Alissa's hard expression faltered for a moment, but then she folded her arms and stood taller. "You said you just started trying. Last night. Is_that_true?"

Leah nodded.

Alissa looked her up and down. "With who?"

She winced at the question. "Jake."

"So, he's here because...?" She pointed a thumb over her shoulder and raised her brows.

"Look, I just, I need..." Leah fought to find the words, her head filling the truth in.I need a man who doesn't cum __in two seconds every time_ I take my underwear off . A man who actually has some physique. A man_ who wasn't a virgin through the whole of collage, __who actually had sex, got some experience, and who_ knows how to_ satisfy _a woman. "..._some, emotional support, sometimes-"

"Emotional support!?" Alissa stepped away from the counter and glared so hard her lips drew back from her teeth. "You need_him_ for 'emotional support?'" She stood for a moment, waiting for an answer, then turned in disgust and went straight for the door.

The horror made Leah dart forward and grab her arm. "Don't! Don't leave!"

Alissa tugged on her paw but Leah held fast. She glared, then turned back around. "I stood up for you. I told them you weren't like this. I_believed_ you weren't like this."

Anger rushed through the fear and Leah glared. "You don't know everything. You don't know why."

"Why? There's never a 'why' for this. And no, I don't know everything, but I know I don't want anything to do with him-" she shoved her thumb back at the kitchen door, then jabbed a finger at Leah, "-or you, when he's here."

Leah let her arm go. The fight drained away just as quick as it had come. "Please come back. Tomorrow. Please-"

Alissa folded her arms again and nodded back at the door. "Is he going to be here?"

"No. I promise he won't."

Alissa drew a deep breath, held it, then sighed it out and blinked away to stare at their large double fridge. "I'll think about it." She looked back. "But only because you've been a friend to me."

"Please." Leah started to reach for her, then stopped with her paw half-way out. Her voice thickened and filled with emotion. "I don't want to lose you."

Alissa grabbed the handle and looked her up and down. "You should have thought of that. You can keep the pizza." She opened the door, stepped out, held it open and looked back. "Enjoy your fuck-fox." Then she slammed it shut behind her.

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Mark stroked her head. He held her on the couch, his muscles wrapped around her, and just breathed even and slow.

She'd nearly passed out in his arms. Her head had stopped pounding from the shock and emotion and she'd even managed a few slices of chicken pizza. The two boxes lay open on the table. Mark hadn't spoken since she'd walked in, dejected, from the kitchen. He'd just patted the couch beside him and let her settle at his side.

She whimpered, nuzzled his chest, and cuddled closer against his warmth.

His paw stroked her, but it was absent. He stared at the small slab of his phone, his thumb moving his claw to tap and slide over the screen.

"She won't gossip," Leah managed, her voice thick and choked. "She won't."

Mark glanced down at her, then went back to his phone.

She itched. She squeezed her thighs around it but it just stung harder and made her whimper. She needed to scratch it.

"You don't know that." Mark held his paw out. "Give me your phone."

She blinked. "What?"

"Your phone." He curled his fingers and touched his claws to his palms. "Come on."

A bolt of unease cut through the comfort. "Why?"

"So I can get her details."

Leah searched his orange and white furred face. "You don't need to do-"

"Just give me your phone." He looked down at her, and for the first time in months his eyes were harsh and missing that smile.

She dropped her eyes and lowered her ears. She couldn't lose another today. "Um... okay." Her paw shook a little as she reached over and picked it off the side table.

Mark jabbed a claw at it. "Unlock it."

She looked at him, her ears low and her whole manner cowed down, and knew how wrong this was. "Mark, I don't think-"

"Just unlock it."

She dipped her head, swallowed hard, and lifted her paw to the screen.One nine seven two eight.

He plucked it out of her paw and held it so she couldn't see the screen. He held it like his and and started tapping and scrolling with a grim, focused expression.

She watched him. The texts Jake had sent her were on there. The messages she'd sent back. Her chats to her friends, her pictures... her phone calls to the sexual health clinic. "Just copy her number and give it back, okay?"

He ignored her and kept scrolling.

Panic and violation trickled through her. "Seriously, that's private, I want it back-"

"And_this_ is private." He shot a glare at her and nodded at them both. "Or it was supposed to be. I told you,no friends. Because this happens, and now we need to make sure she won't blab."

"I told you, she won't." Leah stared at her phone, the details of her life open and bare to Mark's jabbing paw. "Just give it back."

He gave a single laugh. "The kind of friends you have? All of them are gonna know by tomorrow afternoon."

"They won't!" She still lay against his side, his arm and his strength around her suddenly controlling and restraining. "Alissa is different. She's not like them."

"Look, just shush, all right?" He moved his other paw up to her head and stroked between her ears.

She stared straight ahead.Shush? Humiliation and anger flared through her. Why did he think he could treat her like this all of a sudden? Leah whined and kept her eyes on her phone. He wasn't just taking Alissa's contact details. "Stop it, what are you looking at?"

He moved to scratch behind her ears. "It's fine. Just relax, sexy."

She stared a moment longer, watching him scroll through something long, then whined and cuddled down against his side. His paw moved to stroke her head the way she liked and she just settled in uneasy comfort for a while.I can't lose you too. I can't.

Mark chuckled and his chest bounced against her. "Nice pics. That's some sexy lingerie."

They dropped into her mind--her posing in front of the wardrobe's mirrored door in the expensive deep-blue set of designer lingerie Jake had bought her. The most embarrassing ones jumped out first; her posing with silly faces, pouts, and bending over to show her ass to the camera with her tail in the air in cringe-worthy attempts to look sexy. "Hey! Don't look at that, stop it-"

His arm tightened around her and he glanced down with a grin. "Why? You look great."

"Don't look at those." She softened her voice and flattened her ears. "It's not funny."

Mark chuckled again and went back to scrolling through them. "Ha, nudes too? You take these for Jake?"

She bit back the angry answer that surged to her tongue, looked away, and rested her head back against his shoulder.

He pulled her against him and went back to stroking her head.

She knew he was grinning. Gloating. The danger of it prickled at her.He's going to think he can do anything to me after this.

But so did the itch. It stung between her legs, angry at her neglect, and she squirmed her thighs against her panties. "Nnf..."

He glanced at her but kept looking through her phone.

She waited until he was distracted, then slid her paw down under her skirt and under her panties. The relief felt so good. Every rub of her pads or claws against the hot sensitivity flared it up and satisfied it at the same time. "Mm..."

"Enjoying yourself?"

She yanked her paw back and stared up at him in shock.

Mark grinned, his paw still against her head. "Don't let me stop you."

Her eyes dropped in shame and humiliation.

His arm moved against her, his paw went to her thigh, then ran straight up under her skirt.

Leah shot a look back up at him. But then his fingers pulled her panties aside, sunk in, and found the itch. She winced and opened her legs a little on the couch. "Ahh-"

"Horny girl," Mark said, grinning, and went back to poking through her phone.

"Ahh, ohh-" she moved her legs wider and settled her hips to give him easier access. She wanted him deeper where it really itched.

"He leave you like this?" He sunk deeper and his thumb moved to play with her clit.

"Nnff-" She nodded against his shoulder, her paws on his muscles.

"That feel good, sexy?"

She squirmed and nodded against his side.

Mark chuckled. "I'll get to you in a minute, babe."

Oh my god..._The humiliation, the reduction to his obedient sex object; she whimpered against him and just let himtouch her between her legs until therelieffrom the itch and the pleasure made her moan and close her eyes. _I can't let him treat me like this. But it feels so good.

Mark pulled his own phone out his back pocket and put it next to hers on the armrest. He tapped between them for a while, copying things, hisotherpawsliding quick between her legs the whole time. Then he finished, turned to her, and pulled her closer against his side."Good girl."

She just kept her legs apart and let him do what he wanted. "Mm, nnf-"

His paws moved under her skirt, pinched her panties, and pulled them to her knees.

Oh fuck. She move her legs together and pulled them up.He pulled thesilky materialto her toes, then tossed them into the room.

"You're so fuckin' wet," he laughed, sliding his paws up her thighs, pushing her skirt up around her hips and sliding two fingers back inside. "You stink of it, horny bitch."

"Ahh-" Leah just let him and stared at his fingers sinking between her legs.He's being such an asshole.

"Horny husky," he breathed, gripping her top and yanking it up over her head.He pulled it off, unclipped her bra, then tossedthemboth into the roomand left her sitting in only her bunched-up skirt.The he pulledhis own top off, stood up, and drop his chinos to the floor. "Onyour knees, girl." He looked back at her and licked his teeth.

Excitement clashed with panic in her chest. Avoiding his eyes, her ears and cheeks burning with embarrassment at her submission, she pulled her skirt to her toes, stepped out of it, and climbed down to the carpet and lifted her rump in the air.

Mark stripped his boxers off and climbed down behind her. His paws went to her bare ass, squeezed her, then slid two fingers into her itching pussy.

"Mm, mm..." She lifted her tail straight up and pushed her ass higher, her back arched down and her head up and turned to watch him.I don't care. I need this too bad.

He stared between her legs and felt her wetness. "You're soaking. When'd you last get off?"

She thought back, the rape like a wall her mind had to climb over, and realized it. "With you."

Mark's eyes jumped straight to hers. He didn't smile. "Fuck sake. He's a fuckin' weed."

She dropped her eyes to the carpet.

"I know what you need, husky girl." He put both paws on her ass, squeezed her again, then climbed over her. He put his chest down against her back, his paws beside hers on the carpet, and mounted her like his obedient bitch.

"Ahh-" She winced at his size and heat sliding in and pushed her backside up against his groin; she was so wet with sticky musk he slid to his knot first time and settled against her.

Then he pulled back, slammed in, pulled back, and then he was pounding her.

"Ahh, ahhhn!" Leah lifted her head and closed her eyes, her muzzle open at the ceiling--it was just like with Jake, but more. She was more sensitive and the way his cock felt on the itch was amazing. "Ohh, uhh-"

"Mmf, yeah-" Mark bulled her raised rump and hemmed her in with his arms and chest, her tail curling up against his hard, muscled belly. He fucked her until his own muzzle fell open and his tongue lolled out one side over his teeth. "Uhhyeah, ohhbitch..."

It burst into her mind and she opened her eyes.I'm not on the pill! Leah fought to catch a breath between pants and moans. "Mark, Mark-"

"Yeahbabe," he sighed, "you know you need this."

"Mark, I'm not, ahhh-" she cowed down lower and pushed her ass into his pounding thrusts, her voice full pleasure, "I'm, ahhn, not on the pill..."

He didn't answer. He just kept pounding her and hung his head down next to hers, their panting breaths huffing out into the living room.

"I'm, I'm not, ahh-" she lifted her head against his and nuzzled him, her moans against his ear.

He just dominated her and kept fucking her with panting huffs and grunts.

The waves of pleasure coursed higher and higher and she started yelping. They lapped closer and closer to the edge and then she was crying out, her ass rammed up into his groin with years of downward dog for practice, her claws dug into the carpet and her muzzle open to the ceiling. "AHHHNN!"

He bulled her though it, pounded her ass back down into place, then just kept on fucking her with satisfied grunts.

She gasped and whimpered in the after-heat, his fucking drawing the feelings out into more waves of pleasure that kept her ass up and her tail aside. "Ohhgod, oohhMark..."

Her big fox panted and rammed her over and over in his own selfish lust.

_This_was what she needed. Her muzzle fell open again and she panted with him, the cowed stance tugging her instincts, arching her back down, and lifting her muzzle to brush against his. "Ahh, ohhh..."

"Good girl," he groaned. "Pussy's so fuckin' wet, so hot..."

Leah nuzzled him and moaned against his face, her claws dug into carpet and her toes curled up, her her tongue hanging from the side of her muzzle.

He grunted, fucking her hard, his bare vulpine cock reaching places her claws never could.

"Ohhgod," she whined, "ahhMark, I'm, ahhhn-"

He pounded her rump harder and reared up higher over her.

"Ahhh!" She lowered her breasts to bounce just above the carpet and pushed her rump straight up for every deep thrust. "Ohhgod, YES!"

His teeth nipped at her ears and his paws moved over hers on the carpet, holding her down under his dominant fucking.

Leah closed her eyes and let her voice carry everything out. "Ohhh, ohhgod, ohhhyes-"

Mark's pants huffed steady over the back of her neck and her ears. His tongue dragged over her neck, lapping at her, tasting her scent, then his muzzle pushed down and nipped her through her fur with his front teeth.

"Ahhn!" He'd only been fucking her for five minutes and it was already happening. She was going to cum again. "AhhhMark! Ahhhgod, AAHHHN!"

A groan of surprise and satisfaction rumbled out of him and he fucked her harder through it.

"AHHH!" Leah rammed her ass back against his thrusts, her paws braced underneath his, her tail curled so far up it touched against her back. "OHHGOD!"

"Mmm," he rumbled, bulling her and biting at her neck, his nose snuffing her and his tongue tasting her.

Leah panted hard and hung her head. She tingled and sparked with pleasure and the heat of the itch around that thrusting cock and it just made her whimper and whine for more.

Mark settled back into a hard rhythm and fucked her over the next few minutes. She let him bite her ears and just kept nuzzling him no matter how hard he bulled her or what he said.

"Say it," he grunted, huffing breath over her face, his muzzle against hers. "Fuckin' say it."

"Ahh, my husband's..." she nuzzled him and licked his teeth though his lips, "...a weed."

"My husband's pathetic."

"My..." she winced and whimpered, her ears turned down, "...husband's pathetic."

"Say it again," Mark groaned, her silky heat finally wearing him down, "use his name."

"Jake's a pathetic weed," she whined, her ass nestled where she needed it, his cock where she wanted it. "Uhh, mmmf, my husband's nothing compared to you."

"Good bitch," he grunted. "I need you. Not him. Say it."

"Ahh..." Leah looked up into his eyes, "...I need you, uhh, not him."

Mark's stare was heavy with the pleasure of her. "I love you. Not him. Say it."

Her heart bristled. Her face fell and she stared at the carpet, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts.

"Fuckin' say it." Mark brought his cheek down against hers and glared into her eye. "Say it!"

She cowered down and looked away.

The fox growled and reared up to kneeling behind her, grabbed her rump in both paws, pulled out of her soaking pussy, and speared straight into her practically-virgin asshole.

Leah arched up and yelped, her pleasure shattered in sharp pain.

Mark gripped her ass, held himself inside for a moment, then pulled back and slammed back in.

"OWW!!" She glared back at him. "DON'T! That really fucking hurts, you ass!"

Mark laughed. "No." He slammed into her again. "It really fucking hurts_your_ ass."

"MARK!" Her voice broke and she tried to crawl forward. "STOP!"

He dragged her back, then reared over her and his paws shoved down hard on the backs of her shoulders.

"MARK!" His weight piled on and forced her breasts and her face down against the floor, her ass still up against his groin. "DON'T!"

He laughed again, held her down, and started fucking her ass with his paws heavy on her shoulders.

"OW! Ahh, NO!"

"Say it, you selfish bitch."

"STOP!" She broke down into wails and the rapist was back, holding her down, hurting her, using her.

"Say it!"

"STOP! It hurts!"

"It hurts when you ignore me for a week." He reared higher over her and fucked her ass with half-deep strokes, his paws holding her to the floor. "Why'd you ignore me, huh?"

"Mark, ow!" Leah turned her cheek flat against the carpet and stared at the closed living room door, her face shoved down with each thrust. "Stop it!"

"Huh?" He rammed her harder for a few thrusts then eased back off. "Why'd you do it?"

"Stop it! Get out, it hurts!"

"Just fuckin' tell me, Leah!" He hilted up to his knot in her ass and shoved his weight down through his paws, then hung his muzzle down, bit her ear, and growled into it. "Tell me, or apologize."

She stared at the door, helpless, and felt the fight drain away. "I'm sorry," she whined, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again..."

Mark lifted some of the pressure off and reached back to feel and squeeze her ass. "Good girl. You can't keep this sweetness from me."

"Not my ass," she whimpered, "not in my ass..."

His fingers moved down and stroked her pussy. "You want it back here?"

She nodded against the carpet.

"Thought you said you weren't on the pill?"

She blinked. He'd heard her. "I'm not."

"You still want it back here?" He slid his fingers just inside and stroked between her folds.

Leah nodded again.

"You let me back in this pussy," he breathed, his muzzle against her ear, "then I'll fuck you 'till I knot, 'cause either way I'm cumming inside you, girl." He pushed his fingers deeper and felt her sticky heat. "You choose where."

"You can't," she gasped, her one eye that wasn't pressed against the carpet staring up at him.

"Then I'll fuck your ass," he breathed.

She whimpered. "No, it hurts, you're not-"

"Then I fuck your pussy and cum inside you." He played with her pussy and bit both of her ears one after the other. "You decide."

"You asshole!" She tried to crawl forward but he pushed his paws back onto her shoulders and held her down. "Get off me!"

"Decide, Leah. Either you give me the same as him, or I hold you down and stretch your ass like the fuckin' weed should have done years ago."

"Mark, what the fuck is this?" She breathed and stared into his eyes, her heart hammering. "You want to knock me up with kits!?"

He glared hard at her. "You want me in your pussy, you gotta take the consequences and give me the same as you're givin' him."

"What?" She just stared wide-eyed and couldn't take it in. "What the fuck are you saying-"

Mark pulled out and slammed back into her ass. "Decide, now, 'cause whatever you choose? That's what I'm gonna do to you from now on."

"Oh my god," she whimpered, "oh my god, Mark..."

"Say, 'cum in my ass' or 'cum in my pussy'. Say one, now, or I'm gonna cum in your ass anyway."

She was vulnerable. If she let him knot in her pussy... Leah whined and cowered underneath him. She couldn't let him take her puppies away from Jake. She couldn't.

"Fine, I'm gonna cum in your ass." He pulled back and slammed hard into her in a burst of pain.

"NO! Don't..." she whimpered and dropped her eyes to the carpet. "I want..."

He slammed into her ass again. "What was that?"

"I want you-" her voice wavered "-in my pussy."

Mark pulled out of her ass until only his tip was inside. "You want what?"

"I want you in my pussy," she whimpered.

He grinned. "And?"

Leah dropped her gaze and spoke to the floor. "I want your cum inside me."

"You want to risk getting my kits 'cause you need this so bad-" he slid his cock down against her and positioned the tip back against the hot, wet folds of her pussy, "-that right, girl?"

Leah whined, her ears flat down, and nodded against the carpet.

"Good bitch." He thrust back inside her with a grunt of triumph, claiming her cunt for his own, taking it from her husband, then climbed back over her and started fucking her with grunts and groans that went deeper than just the pleasures of sex.

Because he was breeding her. She knew it in the uncontrolled fever of his thrusts and the depth of his groans. He was breeding her with purpose now, trying to give her his kits, and she'd asked for it and let him.

"Fuck, Leah-" he groaned, barreling towards his orgasm in a daze, "ohhfuck, I'm gonna cum so hard-"

She just moaned and yipped against the floor and kept her hindquarters up for every one of his hard thrusts. His groans went ragged and helpless and she could tell his climax was rushing closer, his knot ramming against her soaking pussy, her time to stop him running out.

"ARGH!" He bucked and his knot slipped into her body's tight, selfish grip. A groan of awe rumbled in his chest and he fucked himself fully knotted so hard that she slid on the carpet and cowed lower underneath him.

Mark reared over her and snarled into her husband's house, tied in her, cumming in her, claiming her cunt, taking her from Jake in the most primal way a male ever could.

Leah just moaned in mindless abandon and squeezed that throbbing, cumming cock and flexed her hips to draw his vulpine sperm deeper towards her already-bred womb.

Mark finished claiming her with a few hard bucks, holding himself over her, his waist rammed down against her shapely behind and his bare dick as deep into her as he could get it.

She looked up at her reflection in the glass of the dining room door. Her muzzle was open and panting, her tongue lolling out, her face full of lust for sperm that wasn't Jake's. Mark was so dominant and masculine above her, his whole frame cadging her in like the submissive bitch she was. Panic tried to grip her but the sheer pleasure brushed it away--Mark's knot felt too amazing for her to care.

"Good girl," he huffed, his paws moving off her shoulders and back to the carpet. He thrust at her knotted pussy, bit her scruff a few times, then licked at the back of her neck.

"Mmmm," she sighed, fucked into the carpet, and settled her hindquarters more comfortably against him. "OhhMark..."

"You love it, husky bitch." He nipped her ear with his front canines and breathed hot into it. "Here's a secret. I want you pregnant."

Leah whined.Oh my god...

"You know I do, and you want it." He humped her behind against the floor. "You want my kits, don't you?"

Leah gasped and lifted her head. She met his eye and brushed her muzzle against his cheek, the heat of the moment filling her, her submission absolute. "I... I do"

Mark groaned and thrust against her. "I'm gonna cum in you again. Say you want it."

"I want it." She breathed against his face and licked his cheek, her voice sultry. "I want your kits."

His stare changed and he searched her face with even deeper need.

"Go on," she breathed. "Knock me up." She lapped up his reaction, gazing into his eyes, watching her words drive him wild. "Get me pregnant before he can. Before he has the chance."

Mark sighed and moved forward to kiss and lick at her muzzle--she moaned and kissed back, their jaws open and their tongues sliding together, then his knotted cock started thrusting harder inside her and she moaned into the room.

Mark licked her muzzle a few more times then reared back up, taking his rightful place over her in her husband's house, grinding hard at her rump under her raised tail with his face full of deep, male satisfaction.

Leah shuddered and gave herself over to his breeding; she cowered down, pushed her hindquarters up against him, and moaned long and loud as something she'd never, ever wanted to become.