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People liked to joke about what a difference a day made.

It was rarer, however, for someone to make the same distinction about an entire year, and if you were to ask Jesse about how her last year went, she'd be quick to tell you that more could change in that amount of time than you might ever consider possible.

Of course, she wasn't a woman a year and a couple days before then, and once again, she was at a Super Bowl party with Fred. They were spending the evening with some of the same company as the last time around, but the situation was still so different.

There wasn't a horrible, lingering shame over the moment as Jesse knelt down in the middle of the party, bare from the waist down. She was wearing the jersey of a team that she never would have rooted for the previous year, but at this party, she was willfully cheering for them, and she could feel soothing air passing through the tiny holes in the uniform, tickling the flesh upon her nipples.

Without panties, a bra seemed like a silly thing to wear, and it would make life much easier for Fred, if he decided he felt like giving her breasts a bare squeeze.

"Almost time for the kickoff!" Fred cheered from the kitchen. In fairness to his lover, he decided to go sans pants as well, and a jersey was hanging down and attempting to provide him with a sense of modesty, but ultimately failing; the throbbing flesh of his cock was sticking straight out and leaving Jesse to lick her lips eagerly. She could have gorged herself on the wide selection of craft beers that were provided for the party, or the finger foods that were being passed around like strippers on a sleazy bus.

She was saving room for the main course, however, and as Fred set his beer down on the floor and knelt behind her, she was eager to get the game underway.

"Still can't believe you convinced me to do this...again," Jesse groaned, but it clear in her tone that she was just giving her lover a hard time, and he was ready to return the favor as his knees scraped into the carpet and held him steady at her backside. "Looks like your guests aren't complaining about the halftime show starting early, though."

Fred and Jesse had such a relationship that there was some kind of a joke or a pun to be made about their every sexual act, and given that the biggest game of the year was the anniversary of their first romp, it only felt right to give their coupling the audience it deserved. Jesse knew that she was being ogled by every guy in the party, and her tail was lifted the entire time, as if to dare one of the other males to try and make a move at her.

They'd stare, drool, and maybe even rub their bulges through their jeans, but they didn't have the gall to move in on her.

"I promised to through them a pretty exciting party, and I think you of all people should know that I'm a man of my word."

Jesse giggled. "Trust me, I know. You're just lucky that we were able to find a sitter on such short notice!"

At the very beginning of Jesse's transformation, it was impossible to know what the extent of the Heated Wolfess cocktail really was. She knew that her outer body was a reflection of how she felt on the inside, but she didn't realize that every bit of her body would slowly come to take a genetically female composition.

It wasn't until several months after their week of feverish, passionate sex that Jesse started feeling unwell in the mornings, and some time later, a trip to the doctor revealed just how complete the transformation really was.

Little baby Franklin was peacefully sleeping in a crib some odd miles away at a babysitter's house, and naturally, he was unaware of the fact that he might be getting a new baby brother or sister soon, given the rambunctious nature of his parents.

Having a crowd behind them wasn't going to stop Fred from pumping a full and warming load of his seed into his mate, and for Jesse, it would only enhance the experience of the game as the deafening cheer of their friends filled the living room.

The game was underway, and somehow, matching up their actions to the plays on the screen was creating a deeper sense of intimacy for Jesse, even with all of the other people in the room. She'd come to be used to having to sneak around to get her kicks, and with a baby as evidence, everybody knew what the pair were up to one year ago, at the very same party.

They were now the main attraction, as Fred rested a palm at his lover's tail and set the tip of his tapered, canine member against her cunt. He didn't expect to feel the exhilarating rush of wetness that Jesse provided, but any doubts that he had about her willingness to participate were quickly and sensually washed away.

"And I was just about to ask if we needed to move this up to the bathroom for you..."

"Hmmph. After all of the sneaking around we did last year? These guys are getting a show, whether they like it or not!"

Jesse was still the submissive of the pair, but keeping her happy meant that Fred had to meet with at least some of her needs. She was a pleaser, but if there was something she was inflexible about, he was usually willing to bend on it.

Feeling a sense of pride in that his lover wanted to be displayed, and feeling an even greater need to defend his ability to perform under pressure, he gave a slow, easy pump from the hips, allowing the underside of his tip, and then his shaft to glide over the glistening arousal that coated her folds. He easily could have penetrated her right then, but there were commercials to be enjoyed on the screen, and he wasn't going to slide it in until the real action came back around.

His eyes were narrowed on the screen, waiting for that glorious moment, and Jesse was looking back at him with a sneer, trying to figure out what his play was. A quiet moan was escaping her lips as her sexual frustration mounted, finding more needs being created than satisfied by her lover's teasing thrusts, but as her ear flickered to the sound of the announcers coming around, she was forced to bite down on her lower lip so she wouldn't drown them out.

Thick, powerful digits gripped Jesse's ass. Her supple flesh bent under the will of her mate, and as he held her steady, he angled his hips and drove his cock forth, spearing her womanhood with thrust that was so deep and satisfying, she felt a brief, quaking sensation akin to an orgasm.

Much like the first play of the game, it was exciting and borderline climactic, but it was just a warm up compared to what her lover had planned.

After all, you couldn't win a football game on one play, and most people couldn't make their partner release with just one thrust. It was a close call, and Jesse was actually whimpering with frustration as she looked to the ground; she could have gotten away with a cheap and easy and moved right on to the next one, but she was the kind of submissive who drove her lover to greater heights, and she knew that making him work a little bit harder for the payoff would be worth all of the trouble it might cause along the way.

She wasn't expecting the quick and brutal swat upon her rump, and there wasn't even a trick play on the screen to give away that she should have been surprised. "I know you're holding out on me, baby."

Jesse did nothing to hide the decidedly canine whining that followed the strike. "But w-we just got started!"

"Nothing wrong with scoring a few times early on and coasting to victory, right?"

If she hadn't been wearing a football jersey as her only form of clothing, Jesse felt she would have had a bit more ground to say something, but instead, she just shook her head and continued holding her pose for her mate. "You are such a dork."

"I don't hear you complaining."

"And if I did?"

A cursory paw came to settle upon the spot that was just spanked. It wasn't a deep or truly painful mark, but it was enough to make Jesse tense up around her mate, and Fred winced with delight as her inner muscles clenched from pure reaction.

"I dare you to, Jesse. I really do."

Knowing that she'd only garner more pleasure from a protest was leaving Jesse caught between her own, varied temptations. She relished the idea of sneaking out a quick climax, knowing that Fred had plenty enough endurance to keep on pumping into her yielding sex the entire time, but there was something more enticing about edging herself closer and closer to a release, without ever letting her body actually reach that point.

She only had so much control over that fact, but she'd try and keep the reins on her pleasure as her tail curled down around Fred's thigh, and her legs spread a little bit wider. "My only complaint is that you're fucking me like a rookie in front of all of your friends...the captain of the t-team should be giving it all he's got, right?"

It wouldn't have mattered if she was dressed like a cheerleader and appealing to the kink of being a high school sweetheart, or if there wasn't another soul in the room; Jesse knew just how to stoke the fires of passion within Fred, and even if he was aware of the game she was playing, he wasn't going to try and resist it.

He was more than happy to have an excuse to lean further forward and hook his arms under her torso, but he didn't wrap them around her tummy like a proper canine. He made sure to find the bare, delicate flesh of her hanging, swinging breasts so he could cup them tightly and squeeze them as his full, throbbing length reached all new depths within her, but just when she expected him to act like the leader of the pack that he was, his pace slowed.

Jesse's eyes were actually panicked as she tore her view away from the screen and looked back at him. "A-are...are you fucking serious, Fred?!"

The pose, the depth, and the grip were all perfect, but his pace was a series of long, painfully slow humps, allowing her to feel each and every inch seeping within her sex, and then teasing her inner walls on the way back out. The sensation was nothing short of delicious, and her senses were gorging themselves on the impossibly easy pace, but it wasn't what she was expecting, and her canine womanhood was torn between frustration at the need for a quicker pace, and delight at such a tender, delicate fuck coming from what was sure to be a rapid pounding.

Keeping her guessing was one of Fred's favorite things to do, and he was snickering when she looked back at him, just like she thought he'd be. "You're the one who questioned my leadership skills, darling. You really think I've forgotten how to put you in your place?"

A few chuckles came in from the crowd as they focused more on the romp going on in the middle of the living room than they did the football game. Jesse didn't have to look to know that a few of the people at the party were starting to get in on the act; some in subtle ways like kisses and cuddles, and others, in more obvious ways like the pair of cocks that she saw standing upright and being stroked by opposing paws.

It might not have been the kind of sex she was expecting, but it was an inspiring performance to say the least, and she was going to have to play her cards right if she wanted to get a properly canine mating out of Fred.

"There's only one man who can put me in my place, baby," Jesse agreed, as her tail clenched upon his thigh in the hopes of spurring him onward. "But it's been such a long time since he really did. I just wanted to make sure that the captain of the team still has what it takes..."

Recognizing her play from the moment it started, but having no desire to move around it or resist it, Fred allowed a grin to spread across his muzzle. "I'd been going easier on you because of the doctor's orders, but...you're probably right. You know your body better than anybody else, and I'm sure you're ready to get back in the game."

"Finally going for it all, then?"

The fact that they were able to keep their character for as long as they were was nothing short of impressive. The second quarter was already starting, and the crowd was commenting about just how amazing it was that Fred hadn't already cum a few times.

They'd been taking it easy ever since Franklin was born, but Jesse was giving him every indication that she was ready to get back to the old way of doing things, and it was a moment he'd been waiting for just as long as she had.

"If that means fucking your brains out and making you squirt all over the neighbor's carpet, then yes...I'm f-fucking going for it all..."

The shift in his tone was immediate, and the stammering in his voice sent a chill through Jesse's spine. She'd come to know what that sound meant, and the truest part of her canine spirit forced her to lower her head toward the ground submissively as Fred completely mounted her, releasing her breasts with a mild sense of regret, and digging his claws right into the delicate flesh upon her torso.

At first, Jesse only felt another long, deep thrust, but the second came so rapidly that she didn't have time to prepare for it, and she was still gasping from the first penetration when the third was already on the way; Fred was more of an alpha wolf then than he ever was before, and given the depth his cock managed to reach, it seemed that he was intent on expanding his pack, whether or not Jesse was ready.

That was the domineering spirit she'd become used to, and her submissive nature took over completely as she rubbed her cheek against the floor, pushed her rump back up into his hips and whimpered desperately, knowing that things would only get rougher from there on out.

Small tufts of fur were popping up as Fred's claws raked across Jesse's tummy, and he could feel that her body was just starting to shrink back down from the burdens of childbirth. She'd been expressing her need to him in various ways over the weeks leading up to the party, and even though they'd been given clearance beforehand, he was still allowing his worries to get in the way of their love life.

With a crowd quite literally cheering them on, his fangs gritted so tightly that a small trickle of drool poured from the side of his jowls, and his hips became a blur, moving much faster than the forgotten running back on the massive television.

"O-oh, oh fuck! Fred!" Jesse cried out as her paws clenched down into tight fists, wishing that the fibers of the carpet were high enough for her to grasp. "I can't...I can't take it! It's too f-fucking much!"

His ears knew what she said, but his mind processed a different message, as he lifted himself slightly from the floor. His footpaws dug their claws into the carpet and gave him an extra surface to push off of, and Jesse's already shrunken eyes turned to dots in the middle of her sclera as she felt the deepest, roughest penetration that she could remember; even the romp over the bathroom sink that solidified her place as a beta wolfess was nothing compared to the furious pounding she took, and where she tried to meet his thrusts before, she could only whimper and hold firm against him, wondering if she'd be able to handle the girth of his knot.

Her yielding flanks were already sore. Her breasts were swaying with such force that a quiet ache accompanied the pleasure of their movement. Her pussy was getting destroyed.

She couldn't think of a better way to spend the Super Bowl.

"Ooooh fuck, Fred, I'm g-gonna cum!" she tried to moan, but her voice came forth as a pathetic whimper, as if she was complaining about the fact. Her experiment with edging herself was coming to an explosive conclusion, and Fred's threat from earlier was coming true; his knot was starting to seep into the pouted, stretch folds of her sex, and as it did, the extra pressure on her g-spot left her paralyzed with not only orgasmic bliss, but a mess that might equal his own, before the party was over.

A crowd of mostly male guests watched in shock as a jettison of female ejaculate sprayed down to the carpet, and Jesse was reduced to a whimpering, quivering mess. Her labia spread with ease thereafter, and her womanhood was perfectly accommodating for the knot of her lover, and the plentiful flood of cum that quickly followed it.

The bursts of warmth, pouring into her womb and flooding her belly with a potential litter of fresh pups brought her to push a second, squirting cascade of her passions down to the floor, and with it, her tail fell limp to the side of her lover's thigh, and her body twitched in place, fucked into a completely submissive, but more importantly, blissful state; it was her own little piece of nirvana, and somehow, sharing it with a crowd didn't take anything away from the peace that it brought to her mind.

Fred was panting eagerly over her body as he began to slump, completely exhausted by what had become a marathon session. His own knees and hips were wobbling from their extensive effort, and though it wasn't much, Jesse turned to lick his cheek in brief, canine affection as his head came to settle next to hers.

"T...Think you'll be up for a h-halftime show?" she managed to ask, knowing that they wouldn't have much time to recover.

Hardly able to speak, but grinning all the while, Fred managed a weak nod. "And a l-little overtime, if need be..."