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Chapter 5 - You Might as Well be Hung for a Sheep as a Lamb

Bobby was returned to his normal duties at the Bayfield school, with the exception that he was no longer assigned to supervise work in the fields.

"Got to give the other guys a chance to earn a commission too." Dan informed him. "It's only fair, eh?"

Fair? Bobby wasn't sure what that word meant anymore. It seemed to have a different meaning here in the Capital, along with faith, honour and loyalty. The worst part was that because of them he found himself questioning his long-held concepts about the meaning of those words. Everyone kept telling him to grow up and face reality, but what happened when you did and discovered that the leaders, both sheep and canine, did not believe they had to live by those rules, yet demanded that those beneath them did?

There was a concept that Bobby had only come to appreciate since coming to Areisborough - the concept of being beneath someone. In the Borderlands he always thought of the dogs and other species as important partners in the production of food and woollen goods, even though the sheep controlled so many aspects of their day-to-day life. But here it was painfully obvious that dogs and other species were beneath the sheep, and that even among the sheep there were divisions. The small flocks that did not produce wool or own large tracts of land were beneath the large flocks that had established the Assembly, and ewes were beneath rams, literally as well as figuratively from what Bobby knew of their mating habits.

He had heard enough of the gossip while watching over the fields worked by the ewes of the Dorset flock. Sex amongst the sheep was for procreation or the pleasure of the rams, with any pleasure on the ewe's part purely secondary. Furthermore, the rams seemed to believe that sex was an act of subjugation, a ram would never let an ewe get on top the way Angel had done to him that day in the break room.

The sheep were the exact opposite of the cats, who engaged in sex for the pure pleasure of the act. According to Sid, in a candid moment when Bobby's father was not around to hear him talking to his son on the subject, when cats had sex it became a competition to see which one could give the most pleasure to the other.

"Or the other three, as the case may be." Sid had added hastily just as Bobby's father arrived for a pint.

Like the farms the school had a few cats in residence to keep the vermin in check. As with those in the Borderlands the cats here in the Capital were immoral, licentious creatures - at least that is what Bobby thought at first. After his experience with Angel Bobby began to see why the felines revelled in carnal pleasures. In fact, since returning from the commendation ceremony Bobby could hardly think of anything else other than doing more revelling himself.

The problem was, with who?

Despite their bragging none of the dogs on the watch were getting anything from the students, except for Dan who received the occasional blow job as a bribe. The other guards talked about grabbing some ass or squeezing a tit was the students squeezed by in the narrow corridors but they would not dare; laying paws uninvited on an ewe, especially a lamb, would bring to most dire consequences, a beating and exile being the least of them.

Since there were no canine females working nearby the only alternative was to find someone like Angel or visit Suzie's Layer Cake on one's day off, if you could afford it. Cost aside, Bobby did not think that he could come within a mile of the Capital's only licenced brothel thinking that the yelps of pain he might hear from the third floor could be coming from Ronnie. Angel had hinted that she would be willing to meet up on a mutual day off, but Bobby discovered that scheduling a rendezvous from a distance with the flighty Corgi was easier said than done. To add to his woes Dan informed him that he would be working on what would have been his next three days off to make up for the time off he had after capturing the wolf.

"But that was only two days!" Bobby pointed out. "I worked the third checking the wall."

"Not where you were told to, though." Dan said, concluding the discussion.

So Bobby was doomed to be trapped at Bayfield for at least a month with nothing but his right paw to relieve his newly awakened libido.

After a few days of resisting the urge he began to masturbate to relieve the tension. I'll do it just once a week, he told himself. By the end of the week he was up to three times a night and another in the morning before breakfast. He began to worry about overdevoping the muscles of his right arm.

He did not think that his nocturnal activities were obvious, but when he went to the stockroom to get an extra bottle of the balm used for keeping the leather portions of their gear subtle the dog that acted as Quartermaster told him "Take the jellied stuff, Bobby. It last longer and helps with the chafing on your paws at the same time."

Bobby blushed, and stammered a denial, but he took the jellied stuff.

Along with his heightened libido Bobby was noticing the senior ewes more now. They had stopped giving him the eye after his short-lived fame wore off but he could not help but watch them, it was his job, after all.

This time of year most were covered in a thick layer of wool, which made it hard to guess what their bodies might look like under their clothing, but some breeds had naturally bare arms and legs or sparse silky wool that did not disguise the shape beneath. But well-to-do, influential rams liked their wives robust, and that was the most charitable way to describe most of the senior class.

There were a few, however, like Betty Sue and her shower friend, who had curvy, full bodies. Their families were rich and powerful enough that they could afford to flaunt their looks. Looking at them and knowing that everything covered by their uniforms was shaved to the skin did not help Bobby's condition, and he started to wear looser trousers when he was watching over the senior ewes.

There was only one ewe in the senior class that did not fit the standard mould, and that was the Dorset the wolf had grabbed, the tall slim one.

Of all the students she was the only one that still made eye contact with Bobby, smiling when she did. Bobby avoided staring at her, not because he found her unappealing, quite the opposite in fact. But instead of lust her steady dark-eyed stare awoke other feelings inside him, feelings that made him uncomfortable, because they threatened to destroy the last shreds of loyalty and order that remained in him.

It was difficult to avoid her though. Having captured a wolf the administration trusted him and insisted that he be assigned to the senior class as often as practical. So other than field duty, which Dan now assigned to other dogs, Bobby was often watching over the senior ewes and it seemed that every time he looked around the young Dorset was there staring at him.

One day Bobby was sitting in the bleachers watching the senior class practice track and field sports. The graceful movements in their skimpy sorts uniforms were enticing, and he found himself imagining what it would look like if they were all naked. His interest did not go unnoticed. As she walked by the stands Betty Sue made a show of plucking her sports blouse away from her chest as if she was overheated, flashing her naked breasts at Bobby teasingly as she winked and giggled with her friends.

Another dog arrived to escort the senior class back to the dorm as Bobby's shift was over. Bobby decided to sit where he was until the bulge in his trousers receded before taking a few turns around the track in hopes of beating down the desires inside him. But just the memory of those big bouncy breasts was keeping him on the edge of a spontaneous discharge.

When an unfamiliar voice addressed him from behind the shock cased a sudden loss of erection and the unexpected release of several drops of urine.

"Hello, Bobby, is it?"

He cried out as if a wolf had ambushed him, leapt to his feet and whirled around to see the slim Dorset with the big dark eyes sitting on the bench a level higher than him. She was staring at him and trying to smile uncertainly, but clearly frightened by his reaction. Unlike many of her kind, however, she did not turn and flee from his barred teeth.

Bobby composed himself quickly, ashamed for having snarled at one of his charges, a little afraid that it would be reported and he would be sent away.

"I'm sorry." he said bowing his head. "You startled me, and I thought the wolf had come back after me."

Her smile broadened even as the rest of her face looked concerned. "Oh, it's entirely my fault, sneaking up on you from behind like that. I should have known better." Now it was her turn to drop her head as she nervously continued. "I ... I just wanted to thank you ... personally, for saving me, that is ... from the wolf."

Bobby sat down on the same level as her. He thought that the trauma of that day might still be haunting her. Similar things had happened to sheep in the Borderlands and some never recovered fully. His father had said that the sooner you reassured them that they were safe the sooner they could start getting better.

Bobby took her hand in his paws. "There, there. You're safe now, and besides, I don't think he would have hurt you. He just wanted to get away."

"Betty Sue said that if you had let him take me the wolf would have dragged me into the forest and ... and she described the consequences in great detail."

Damn Betty Sue, he cursed the popular ewe silently. "I'm sure she was just exaggerating to scare you."

"Oh no! She knows about these things. There was a wolf in the dorm a few months ago, before you arrived. He was in Betty Sue's room half the night. The cries and the screams were horrible, and then there was the all the crying the next day."

"Betty Sue was crying?" Bobby found it hard to imagine.

"No, the wolf was. He ran out of her room and surrendered to the first dog he saw. 'Take me to the cells' He kept pleading 'I can't take anymore!', and so they took him away.

"Yeah, that sounds more likely."

They sat in silence for a minute or two before Bobby realized that he still had her hand between his paws. He tried to pull away but she was gripping the lower one tightly and he had to peel her digits off before he could recover it.

"Well, uh, I have to go ... do stuff for the Watch now ... so ..."

"Oh, yes. I just wanted to say thank you ... so ... thank you, Bobby."

He was losing himself in those eyes and he almost fell off the bleachers as he forced himself up. "Uh, yeah. You're welcome ... "

"Barbara."

"Barbara. You're welcome, Barbara."

Bobby turned to flee before anyone caught them talking, but as he jumped off the bench she called after him "I hope we can talk again, Bobby."

Instead of exercising as he had planned Bobby went straight to the barrack and took a long, cold shower. Then he went to his room and lay down on his bed naked so that the cool evening air on his wet fur chilled him even more while he tried to figure it what just happened.

She's just an impressionable young ewe, he told himself, barely more than a lamb. She's probably overwhelmed, being so far away from her farm and exposed to the sophisticated ways of the likes of Bobby Sue. She's just looking for a friendly familiar face; no need to be concerned or to avoid her.

But all the while he kept thinking abut those deep dark eyes in her sweet black-furred face, the graceful movements of her slim arms, and legs, and the gentle swell of her chest under a sports blouse that had probably fit properly last year but was now a size to small ...

He slapped himself across the muzzle. Stop it, he commanded, but parts of him continued to disobey him, and when he turned over and closed his eyes, her face was all he could see.

It was the first of many long and fitful nights. Bobby went to Dan and asked to be assigned to the younger classes, claiming that Betty Sue was flirting with him and that he didn't want to get in trouble by falling for her advances or angering her with an outright rejection.

"No can do, Bobby. The Head Mistress and the Dean insist that you watch the senior class, but I will take you off the track and field duty where she's most blatant. Maybe I'll, uh, bring her in for a 'talk' and see if I can't cool her down a few degrees." He smirked.

Although he did not have to see Barbara bending and stretching and prancing about in her skimpy sports outfit anymore Bobby saw plenty of the young Dorset. She seemed to go out of her way to get in his line of sight and waved at him whenever she caught his eye. When he sat down she sat down near him and where he got up to walk around she did too. He could see the other ewes shaking their heads as they watched her following him around like a puppy after its mother. It was only a matter of time before their tongues started waggling around the wrong ears and the he was called up in front of the Administrators.

Then there were the notes.

He found them stuck to his widow or slipped into his paw after what appeared to be an accidental bump. They had started off innocently enough ... "Mister Collie, I want to express my thanks for your actions in saving me from the wolf." But then they started to get more personal ... "Bobby Collie, I was very impressed by your physique and technique when you defeated the wolf." And "Bobby, if I may address you so, I cannot help thinking about the day you saved me from the wolf, and how impressive you looked while doing so."

He had destroyed all of the notes with fire, including the latest one, which read "Bobby, the memory of the wolf's hot breath on my neck disturbs my sleep and the only relief I can find is to hold myself tight and imagine that it is your arms keeping me safe, your breath that warms my blood." She had signed it with drawings of a Collie's and Sheep's heads separated by a little heart.

That was going too far. If he were caught with such a note he would be in front of the tribunal faster than his Uncle Speedy could round up a stray lamb. He was going to have too find an opportunity to tell her that her infatuation was fruitless and ask her to stop.

But something inside him didn't want it to stop, and he found excuses to delay the encounter, but one morning after two more weeks of her mooning over him he managed to get her alone by waiting until the rest had filed off to lunch before stepping in front of her and closing the class door behind him.

It was the first time that they had been alone since that day at the track, and her expression was a mix of hope and trepidation. It made what he had to do even harder.

"Barbara, you have to stop following me around and sending notes. All of your classmates have noticed, and you are putting us in a difficult position."

She looked shocked and sad at first, but then her face lit up with understanding.

"You're right, Bobby. I have been silly. I won't do it anymore."

"You understand that we can't be seen staring at each other in public? That you have to ignore me, and I have to ignore you?"

She nodded eagerly. "Because it looks bad ... suspicious even."

"That's right. It's important that they don't get to thinking that you mean anything to me or that I mean anything to you, because we don't ... mean anything to each other ... right?"

"Right. I understand perfectly, Bobby."

"And maybe you shouldn't call me Bobby. Just Collie would be better, like 'You, Collie, open the door' and such."

"And you'll call me Miss Dorset. "Excuse me, Miss Dorset. Right away, Miss Dorset."

"Yes, perfect." Bobby felt a pang of sadness. He took her hand and squeezed it briefly in a friendly way. "Please know that it's not because I'm mad at you, but it has to be this way, you understand?"

"Yes, perfectly."

"Good. That's good." He opened the door and checked the corridor before holding out open for her. "Goodbye, Miss Dorset."

Bobby felt relived that she understood that her infatuation was hopeless and the longer it went on the worse it could be for them, for him mostly. He was sure that without her constant attention his own confused feelings for her would subside ... in time. Meanwhile he could exhaust himself on the track followed by another cold shower and maybe, just maybe, he could sleep soundly tonight.

He didn't see Barbara for the rest of the day or the next. She was not just avoiding his eye; she was completely absent. Oh well, he thought, she probably needs some alone time after the harsh talk he had given her, even though he had tried to let her down easy. It was a relief, really. They would both be better able to handle things after a break and a couple of good night's sleep.

Barbara was not the only one absent the second day, Betty Sue's friend, the Lincoln of the sheer razor fame, was absent too. Without her and Betty Sue trying to outdo each other the class was rather quiet and the day passed quickly. After the last class Bobby went straight to the track. There was no sign of Barbara or any other ewe so he was able to strip off his outer clothes and run as hard and as long as he could without having to think about any big dark eyes that might be following his every move.

He ran until he collapsed on the track fighting to draw air in and struggling to keep his lunch down. When he could he got up and walked around the track twice to get rid of the cramps. After they subsided he gathered up his clothes, using them to wipe the sweat off his fur before heading to the barracks and a cold shower.

Bobby did not stop at his room for a towel, preferring to walk back from the shower naked, his fur dripping as he carried his soiled clothes under his arm. As usual the door to his room was not locked, he had nothing worth stealing, and he dropped his laundry by the door as he kicked it closed behind him.

Bobby paused just inside the door to stretch. His mind at ease, his body pleasantly tired and with his wet fur outlining his pumped up muscles Bobby stood with his feet shoulder width apart as he arched his back, rolled his head, curled his paws into fists and stuck his arms straight up while thrusting his hips forward so that his sheathed cock stood out against his rippling abdomen.

"Beautiful."

Bobby curled into a ball. "What the holy fuc- ....?"

There was someone laying on his bed. A female, an ewe. Half hidden in the late evening shadows she moved enough for the fading light to catch the sheen of pink, wool-less skin on a lean thigh, and the blush of a dark nipple on a small, firm breast. As his eyes adjusted to the light Bobby realized that it was Barbara, that she was naked, and sheared to the skin, just like Betty Sue and her razor-wielding friend.

"Ba- Ba- Barbara ... what are you doing here?"

"I understood your message, about hiding our feelings, and I knew what you meant when you said that we cannot be together in public." She sat up on the bead as she spoke, looking up into his eyes with her dark, hypnotic orbs. "You were telling me that we had to meet in private, that you wanted to be alone with me as much as I wanted to be alone with you." She held out her arms invitingly. "So, here I am."

Bobby's brain seemed to have gone on strike. He feebly tried to change the subject. "B- bu- but Barbara, why did you shave ... sheer ... cut off all your wool?"

She looked distressed. "You don't like it? Betty Sue said that all the dogs went crazy for bare skin."

Sheering was one of the few things that the sheep did without their canine helpers watching over them. There were sheds for sheering in that provided privacy even from the rams, who did not sheer themselves so much as take the occasional trim, so most of the wool that went into the looms was from the ewes. After being sheered the ewes wore heavy concealing clothing, for modesty as well as for warmth. Other than Betty Sue and the Lincoln Bobby had never seen a naked sheep, let alone a naked sheered one.

Her nakedness reminded him of his own and he hastened to grab the large towel hanging in the inside of his door and wrap it around his waist.

She was crying, he saw, as she sat naked on his bed. Bobby took his spare blanket and wrapped it around her. He had to sit down on the edge of the bed to do so. When he did, she leaned against him and he was forced to put his arms around her to keep her from falling into his lap.

"There, there. Don't cry." He really wanted her to stop sobbing, the walls of the barracks were paper thin, and he was afraid that one of the other dogs would hear and investigate, and his door was still unlocked.

"You must hate me. I'm such a fool, listening to Betty Sue, making a spectacle of myself."

"No, no. I don't hate you." That much was true, but there was more, and he found himself saying so. "I like you a lot, really. You're sweet and kind, not like some of the others."

She looked up hopefully. "So, you do like me!" She clutched his naked torso and snuggled her wholly head against his bare chest.

"Yes, I like you ... a lot ... but we can't ... I can't ... it isn't proper."

"That's what I like about you, Bobby. You're not like the other dogs here. You still have a sense of honour, like the dogs back on our farm. You're brave, and strong, and honourable, and ... "

Her voice was hypnotic, but Bobby realized that she was rubbing his chest and abdomen with her hand as she talked. He tried to stop it but just ended up clutching it tightly, intimately.

" ... and I love you Bobby."

"No, Barbara, look you just ... you're upset because of the attack and I was there, so you've come to see me as a symbol of safety and security and ... and that's not ... it's not love, is it?"

To his surprise she didn't start crying again. "I think it started before the attack. I could sense something in you, Bobby, and I thought that you could feel it too." She looked up at him with those dark innocent eyes. "Tell me that you don't feel anything for me and I'll go away and never bother you again, Bobby. Tell me."

" ... " His mouth opened an closed but he could not bring himself to lie, so he said nothing.

"See? You do have feelings for me, Bobby Collie."

"No, maybe ... damnit! Yes, I find you interesting, attractive, alluring, even exotic, but that doesn't mean ..."

"Exotic?" She asked with some excitement. "No one has ever called me exotic. When you come from a farm with a thousand ewes that look just like you, well, almost just like you, exotic never comes to mind."

"But you are exotic. You look different from the rest of the overfeed pampered ewes here. And you act different, less ... entitled. And you're not a bitc- ... a bit like Betty Sue or her followers. You're like a breath of fresh air in this cess pit they call the Capital."

"I thought the same of you, and its not because I miss the farm and the life there. I've been here for five years now, training to be a mate for whichever ram my father needs to curry favour with when the time to marry comes. What do I have t look forward to? Sixty years of loveless obedience, tending the farm or taking care of the house under the critical eye of a senior wife? Cranking out a lamb every spring, donating my labour and wool to the flock, watching my husband sneak off to Suzie's to screw younger ewes or ... or other ... other females."

"You know about that place?"

"Our education is very comprehensive. Along with agriculture and weaving we study economics to manage the household and politics to help steer our mates through the tricky waters of flock relations. We have also been advised on the habits and temperaments of rams, so that we can better understand their needs."

"Their needs?"

"Rams require a lot of attention. If their wives do not satisfy them they will seek satisfaction elsewhere."

Her hand had come free of his at some point and returned to massaging his abdomen, but now it was drifting south, toward the towel that covered his sheath and the parts below it.

"In the senior class we learn techniques to keep our husbands ... interest ... up."

Her had had found the knot in the towel and loosened it. It slipped under and found the bulge of his cock inside his sheath, where he was straining to keep it.

She shrugged off the blanket, exposing her bare skin to the moonlight that came streaming in through the window. "The lessons are a lot of talk and a few diagrams, but we never get to practice."

Was it his imagination or had her eyes gotten bigger? Her voice was definitely a tone lower than before though; husky, urgent and. ... exotic.

The last shard of his old loyalties compelled him to attempt to push her off, but as he raised a paw in protest it settled on one of her small, firm breasts, and the hard nipple it found there slipped between two of his digits as if it belonged there.

"Barbara ..." He began to protest.

"Bobby." She answered breathlessly.

Suddenly none of his old beliefs mattered anymore. Not the loyalty to his family or the tenets of his breed. Not the obedience to the flock that employed him or the government of Pastoria. Not the sanctity of the species or the pledge never to interfere with one of his charges.

Bobby stood up, threw his towel aside, and reached over to lock the door.

He stood there in the middle of his small room, looking down at the ewe on his bed. She was leaning back on her elbows, her back arched so that her proud firm breasts jutted up challengingly at him. Her legs were slightly parted, exposing a dark mound surrounded by pink flesh.

Bobby saw that she had shaved all of the wool that was covered by her school uniform. Her lower arms and legs were naturally bare, with a thin layer of soft black hair from elbow and knee on down, but she had sheered the tufts of white wool from her upper arms and thighs. She had left a collar of wool around her neck but had shaved it all off below that. The only bit left was a small triangle of short wool just above and pointing down to the dark mound of her sex.

She was biting her lip, revealing her nervousness, but her eyes glowed with anticipation, and the scent coming off her could only be interpreted as desire.

Bobby's fur had mostly dried in the warm, dry night air, but his tension still made his muscles stand out as he stood there trembling, torn between desire and conscience. She reached out and traced the ridges on his abdomen and that broke the tie. At her touch his cock slid out from his sheath, hard and thick and wet and pink and ready.

She wrapped her digits around it and stoked it gently. Her other hand went to the mound between her legs and began rubbing the slit that divided it.

"It's bigger than I imagined. And you don't have a Urethra."

"A what?

"A tube that extends from your penis to carry the seamen. In Anatomy class they said that the tube extends from the end of the ram's penis into the uterus of the ewe to ensure that the seamen is deposited where it is most likely to cause procreation. But only rams have it. Canines, equines, porcines and felines don't." She glanced up. "Am I boring you, Bobby?"

Her digits continued to caress his shaft and Bobby shook his head no.

"I like yours better than the ones they showed us in class. It's sleek and pointy and thicker. Oh! What's happening to it?"

Her tender touch and the sight of her spread apart and fondling herself on his bed had brought enough blood to his cock to form a knot. The protruding ball of flesh was forcing his sheath back as it swelled, locking his prick in place for the foreseeable future. Bobby knew that there was only one cure for this condition.

"Barbara, I do want you."

She dropped her hand, lay back on his bed and spread her legs. "Take me."

Bobby shuffled forward, kneeling between her legs so that his cock was on the same level as her open slit. He rubbed the tip along the opening and was rewarded by the appearance of the small pink inner lips and a hooded protrusion that Angel had made him familiar with. He inserted the pointy end of his prick between those lips, guiding it with one paw, He used the thumb of the other to roll the hardening button of flesh under the hood around as he pushed himself gently inside her.

After inserting not much more than the tip he came up against a barrier.

"You're a virgin." He said, pausing.

"Not for much longer." She replied as she rolled her hips urgently against him.

He pressed forward and after some initial resistance the way was clear. His sensitive nose picked up the scent of fresh blood.

She gasped and grit her teeth but urged him to continue. He pressed forward and soon her gasps were that of pleasure. He drove deeper with each thrust until his knot was bumping up against her clit. Then he put a paw on the mattress on each side of her, took his weight on his arms, rose up on his toes and used his back and hips to drive is cock in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm.

She felt good, with a warm wet twat that seemed to stretch and contract to match the taper of his cock as it slid in and out. The bumping of his knot on her pelvis was satisfying, but not as fulfilling as driving it into the warm nest of her cunt, but he did not dare do it. She could be missed at any time and if they were locked together when the guard was turned it to look for her or any other errant lamb they would be finished, so he was careful to reign himself in.

After a time she stopped and took his head between her hands. "Bobby, I sense that you're holding back. Is something wrong?"

"It's my knot, Barbara. If it gets inside we'll be stuck until it goes down."

"Oh, Bobby, dear, I've heard of that. But we're not built like your females. Betty Sue, she says ... well she has had some experience with canines and ... I don't think we have to worry about it. And even if we did, I want to feel all of you inside me."

Bobby did not reply, not in words, but he did take a deep breath and cocked his hips back until just the tip of his prick was touching the sweet soft lips of her twat before driving it in with all his might.

His knot went in with a satisfying 'pop', and to his amazement it popped back out again when she pushed back against him.

"See?" She said between breaths. "Your bitches lock you in to improve their chances of conception, our rams have a tube sticking out of their penis, but we have the best of both worlds; so wipe that grin off you face and fuck me hard, Bobby Collie, fuck me really hard."

He was slightly taken aback by her savagery but he could not resist the challenge so he drove his cock all the way into her again, knot and all, pulled it out and drove it in again, and again, and again.

"Oh my Lord, Bobby. Oh my Lord." She grunted as his knot forehead itself back and forth across her clit. "I'm going to ... going to ... Oh Lord, I'm coming!"

Bobby was not far behind her. Just the sensation of having his knot inside a warm twat had been enough to make him cum before, but this new sensation of repetitive capture and release had driven him beyond that edge to a whole new pinnacle. As soon as he felt the warm wash of her orgasm around his cock he let go, pumping what felt like gallons of spooge into her.

When he was spent, he collapsed on top of her. Her arms went around him as her still erect nipples poked into his chest. He put his paws on either side of her he'd and squeezed it as he fought to regain his breath. Their hips were still moving slowly in counterpoint, and hey both gasped each time his still swollen knot pressed across her sensitive clit.

"Oh Barbara." He said when he could finally catch enough air to speak. "What is to become of us?"