Two dark figures were on the rooftop despite the cold night air. A female wolf lay near the edge, peering intently through her rifle's sight, and a corgi sat in the center, hunched over a dimly glowing screen. The wolfess was still, her only movement a slowly paced breathing, but the corgi's fingers were flying over a keyboard, his eyes rapidly scanning side-to-side. Videos flashed on and off the screen, aerial shots of the surrounding area, before a quick flick of the corgi's fingers brought scrolling text up:

============== [Vance] hey dex, you free tonight? [Dex] no [Dex] on a run rn [Vance] oh, sorry for the distraction [Dex] its cool [Dex] just some shitfuck job [Dex] ground team doing corp spy shit im on tac watch [Dex] drones are autoscan so im just babysitting [Vance] ah, that sucks. at least you're getting paid, right? [Dex] pay is shit lol [Dex] its not all bad [Dex] they put me on a roof with this hot wolf bitch [Dex] so at least theres eye candy

[Vance] send pictures?

Dex looked up from his laptop, glancing over at the wolfess. She was still lying at the edge of the roof, staring intently through her rifle's sight out at their target building. He shuffled over slightly, gravel scraping against the seat of his pants, giving himself a better view of her. She was big, giving off an aura of toughness that was a combination of her height and muscle. Despite that, her form wasn't unappealing -- even through her gear, he could see a shapely chest pressed into the roof, narrowing and widening into an inviting set of hips that were begging to be grabbed from behind. Below that was the best part of being stuck on this roof, an enticingly soft ass connected to a pair of powerful legs which were spread, the corgi knew, to increase stability, but which looked far too close to an invitation from where he was sitting. Grinning unconsciously, Dex took a quick snap of his retinal view before turning back to his laptop.

============== Dex attached IMG_09910.jpg [Vance] holy crap, nice [Dex] maybe ill get to hit that [Vance] fat chance, dude. [Vance] you know how wolves are with dogs, think they're too good for us [Vance] besides you're tiny, how would that even work? [Dex] would work just fine the way she is now [Dex] just need to get her pants off and spread her legs a bit [Dex] might go chat her up rn [Vance] ha

[Vance] let me know how /that/ goes

One more glance at his drone's interface showed that nothing had changed; just as it had been in the last hour or so. Satisfied that all was quiet, Dex decided that now was as good a time as any. He put his friendliest smile on, and plodded over to the wolf.

"Drones say all quiet, how's things on your end?" The short dog had made it to the edge, standing next to the wolf's head and looking out over the city. The wolf's response was immediate, and violent. A paw shot out from her grip on the rifle, grabbing his leg and dragging him down into the gravel. Dex yipped in surprise.

"If you're going to be over here, stay down. I don't need you skylining our position." Her voice was clipped, but professional.

"Oh." He rubbed at a sore spot on his jaw that had scraped against the ground. "Right. Sorry." The silence stretched around them. When it became evident she wasn't going to continue the conversation, the corgi decided to try again. "Name's Dex, by the by. What's yours?"

"Callsign Thorn, remember to read the briefing next time." Again with the borderline irritated but professional tone.

"Meant your real name." No response from the wolf. Undeterred, Dex opened his mouth again. "C'mon, we're stuck up here with each other. Might as well make some pleasant conversation."

"It would be pleasant if you let me do my job and went back to doing yours." Thorn hadn't even looked at him during the exchange, focus still on the building. Shrugging, the corgi stood up and turned back to his spot at the center of the roof. He was walking back when he caught the wolf muttering the words "skylining" and "dumb mutt". His hackles rose.

"Excuse me? Didn't quite catch that." He turned to face Thorn.

"I said remember to watch your silhouette. Stay low near the edge."

"No, after that. Did you just call me a mutt?" There was a pause, before the wolf turned to face him, and he took a step back at the look on her face.

"I called you a dumb mutt. How much of your brain is hardware now? And you still can't remember to stay low on a ridge? Is that because of your freak midget breed, where your brain's so small you need cyberware just to get the point where you're a little bit dumber than a wolf?" Dex felt his ears going back and his teeth gritting.

"Yeah? You know who invented that shit? A corgi. How's it feel, knowing some 'dumb freak midget' made the shit that's in your head?" Thorn turned and shot him a feral, wolfish grin.

"Feels good, knowing that I don't need it. Zero steel in me, and I'd wager I'm still a better merc than you. You're just compensating, but you'll never beat biology." Dex stood there, staring daggers into her smug face, before turning around with a huff and sitting back down at his laptop. Satisfied, Thorn turned back to the building.

=============== [Dex] holy shit shes actually a bitch [Vance] haha, didn't go well I take it [Dex] dude i ask her name and she starts spouting off some shit about corgis being freak midgets [Vance] wow, that's pretty screwed up [Dex] ill show her [Dex] gonna pump some freak midget pups into her bitch ass [Vance] dude back off or she's actually going to break your legs [Dex] whiel she was ranting about purity and shit she said she has no mods [Vance] so? [Dex] so she has no social defenses smart guy [Dex] u have that biomed dump right [Dex] send me that prototype scent that makes ppl go into heat [Dex] gonna test out my pheromone emitter [Vance] dude that just dumps estradiol into the air, it doesn't work like that [Dex] just send it

Vance attached this_wont_work_shes_going_to_kill_you.nos

A sharp hiss filled the air. Dex sniffed once: nothing.

Is this thing even working?

He looked over at Thorn, waiting.

There was a burning mixture of anger, disgust, and self-satisfaction in Thorn's gut as she went back to surveying her sector. This was supposed to be a low-stress job. And it would have been, if she hadn't been stuck on a roof with some mouthy half-breed that couldn't take a hint to shut up. She exhaled slowly to calm down -- the trembling in her hands was starting to effect her sight picture -- and was immediately bothered by another sensation. Is that...

No damn way, I've already had this year's heat.

Christ, this night just keeps getting worse.

She drew in a shaky breath as she felt the warmth in her body coalescing in a singularly inconvenient place.

Focus. Slow breaths.

The shaking in her hands was so bad she couldn't even see anything through her sight now. Thorn put the rifle down, balling her fists against the rooftop.

It's never been this bad or come on this fast before, what the hell?

She was panting now, the ache deep in her body quickly growing unbearable. She could feel her tail flagging, raising up and to the side, and she couldn't seem to tell it to go back down.

A triumphant smile spread across the corgi's face.

Bingo.

The corgi walked over, undoing his pants.

The sound of a zipper being undone reached her ears shortly before an unmistakably musty smell reached her nose. The wolf glanced backwards in disbelief, eyes glued to Dex's crotch as a tan-furred sheath swayed into her view.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she snarled. The corgi ignored her, one paw cupping his sheath, stroking back and forth as his cock slowly grew out. Thorn's gaze was lowered, staring at his growing erection, so she couldn't see the smaller dog's face, but she could hear the smile in his voice:

"Should ask what you're doing, raising your ass like that to a mutt like me." A paw caressed her rump, tracing upwards to grip the base of her tail. A growl bubbled up into Thorn's throat. She began to roll over, about to chew him out, but yipped instead as he yanked her tail up. The worst part wasn't the ache in her tail, but the corresponding twinge in her nethers.

"Get your paws off me or I will fucking murder you." The corgi let go of her tail, but walked around to her front, and with every step he took the itch inside her intensified until the only things she could focus on were the bobbing of his approaching member and the moist heat gathering between her legs.

"See something you like?" He went back to stroking himself, a thin drop of clear fluid beading at the tip of his cock. She shivered, transfixed, unbidden thoughts of how it would feel to be spread by him, the relief of having something warm and hard rubbing against her itching insides... The wolf shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

"Fucking heat just started, it's got shit-all to do with you. You think I want your disgusting prick anywhere near me?" Tearing her eyes from between his legs, she shot him the meanest look she could muster.

"Ah, I understand." He nodded sagely. "Can be hard to deal with." The corgi took a wide step, turning around, and Thorn breathed a sigh of relief as his scent faded slightly. "You know, I could help you out there." She responded with a bark of laughter.

"Like hell a mongrel could ever get me off." The wolf gave a confident reply despite her internal trepidation. It would be nice to get off to something warm and moving, tide her over until she could get home and take care of the problem herself, but there was no way in hell she'd ever risk getting knocked up by him.

"Yeah? You wanna bet on it?" He'd turned around again, and with the sight and smell of his member at the front of her mind, the wolf decided. Fuck it. She rolled over and stood up, towering over the corgi.

"Alright. You can't get me off in a minute? You owe me thirty thousand. You get me off? I'll-" Dex interrupted her.

"You'll take my knot," he said brusquely. The wolf balked, and Dex picked up no it. "No? Is the big, strong wolf scared she's gonna lose? Scared some mutt's gonna get the better of you?" Thorn recognized she was being goaded. But she was angry, and horny, and the parts of her that wanted to get off and the parts of her that wanted to get one in on the little piece of shit that was ruining her night were screaming louder than any voice of reason.

He's gonna lose. He's gonna lose, hard, and then he's gonna go home and jack off to the memory like the pathetic little mongrel he is.

"Fuck you," she growled. "Show me the money and let's do this." The corgi pulled out his phone. "And pull your damn pants up," she added, leaning in to watch him transfer the money onto a physical chit.

That's right, get closer, Dex thought. Take some deep breaths while you're here.

The corgi tossed the chit onto the roof near his laptop, well away from both of them. "You win, you pick your money up. Ready?" Thorn, apparently satisfied, nodded. She sat down, facing the corgi, and set a timer on her watch.

"Sixty seconds starts now." The shorter dog jumped, caught off guard, and scrambled to get her pants off. He had her belt off and her fly undone in short order, but hit a snag as he tried to pull them off. She was sitting, and her weight kept them where they were. The corgi glared up at her. Thorn smirked, tapping her watch. Dex yanked at her pants once more, failing to dislodge her, before switching tacks. He shoved a paw down the front of her pants, sinking a furred digit into her.

The sensation was surprising. She'd lost track of how wet she'd gotten, and she'd forgotten how sensitive the heat made her. His finger sank into her with no resistance, and the sudden stimulation made her jump, throwing her head back, letting the corgi yank the seat of her pants down. He pushed the band of her pants down further, prompting her to look down.

He was standing between her legs; her beltline had been pushed down to mid-thigh, clothing no longer offering any impediment to the smaller dog. His paw was down her panties (when had she gotten so wet?). She gasped as he pressed a second, then a third finger into her without resistance.

The wolf lost sight of the action when he started moving his paw, falling backwards onto her arms and yipping as he worked her over with slow, deliberate strokes. Nothing had ever felt this good. She was shaking, knees and arms weak, and as he brushed a particularly sensitive spot in her she let out an honest-to-gods moan, collapsing backwards to lie on the gravelly roof as her arms gave out.

His fingers withdrew, and the respite let her gathered her wits enough to glance over at her watch.

Forty-five seconds left!?

Her disbelief was interrupted by the sensation of her panties being tugged down. She felt the elastic stretch around her, the corgi's efforts stymied by her legs being spread too far to let the underwear down further. She heard a growl of frustration, the sound of tearing fabric, and then the resistance around her legs gave way.

Did that fucker just tear my-

All thoughts were driven from her head as a tongue, warm and wet, made contact with her pussy. She let out a keening wail before she managed to clamp her muzzle shut with her own paw, whimpers and squeaks still leaking out. Her thoughts were scrambled, legs twitching and scrabbling against the gravel as she tried to push the corgi out from between her legs, but she couldn't see what she was doing, her pants were in the way, and she seemed to have lost the ability to send anything but the most general of instructions to her limbs. In her desperate throes, she rolled over onto her belly, and the licks stopped for a moment amid a grunt of pain from the corgi.

She spared another look at the timer. An obstinate 00:32 blinked up at her.

Oh my god, thirty seconds, I can't, I can't take this-

"How you doin' up there?" Her temper flared at the taunt. But time the little furry bastard spent taunting her was time that mouth couldn't do other things, and she clung to that as she stared at her watch, panting. "Hey, you wanna make this more interesting?"

"I-Interesting how?" She hated that she couldn't keep the tremble out of her voice, but she just had to stall for time. The seconds ticked down with agonizing slowness.

"Up the ante. You throw that gun of yours into the bet. Whaddya want from me? More cash?" The wolf didn't even have to think.

"N-no more tongue."

Twenty seconds, come on...

A dark chuckle came from behind her. "That good, huh? Alright." She hissed as the now-familiar sensation of his fingers rubbing against her insides reasserted itself.

Fifteen seconds. Just this. You can make it.

She would've expected the corgi to be working faster now, with the deadline so close, but he kept the same slow, deliberate pace that he had before. She huffed, arching her back, curling her paws into fists against the roof, eyes glued to her watch the whole while.

Eight seconds.

She could feel her orgasm coming on, a slow pressure building in her loins, and an almost feral whimper of frustration leaked from her muzzle.

Five... Four... Three...

Something soft, furry, and wet pressed against her asshole.

Are you fucking serious?

Her rage was impotent. She couldn't think of any way to stop it, in that half-second it took for him to push his thumb in. Then the little shit curled his fingers, and the wolf stopped being able to think. She'd never cum this hard, waves of pleasure radiating from deep within her, spreading along her body as she lost control of every faculty. Her paws dug furrows into the gravel of the roof, toes curling as she twitched and squeezed around the corgi's invading digits. But beneath it all, the mindless pleasure, was a tinge of defeat and dread.

I lost.

Oh god, he's gonna knot me.

He's gonna knot me and I'm in heat.

His paw withdrew from within her, and she was shocked at how hollow, how empty she felt in that moment. The defeated wolfess collapsed onto the roof, panting and spent, limbs still twitching in the afterglow. Her throat was sore, but she couldn't remember screaming. She supposed it was possible that she'd howled when she came; everything was still a little fuzzy.

There was no gloating, no taunting from behind her. Just the sound of a zipper being undone. Thorn had thought she'd be unable to move, but she jolted when she felt the burning warmth of his cock against her lips.

Dex's heart was hammering with excitement. An inviting warmth kissed the tip of his cock as he revelled in this moment, where the wolf knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. A satisfied groan of pleasure escaped him as he began to sink inside her. She was wet, warm, tight, and soft, velvety folds caressing his length as he stretched her around him. Looking up, he saw her ears splayed backwards in a submissive display, back arching higher and higher as he sank deeper into her. She let out a strangled gasp as his well-formed knot brushed her outer lips, a sordid reminder of what was to come.

But that was for later. The corgi wanted to spend some time enjoying himself. He withdrew until he was inside just enough to guide his next thrust, then bucked his hips roughly, hammering himself into her until the start of his knot was starting to stretch her. His shaky, messy bucks set a relentless pace as he really let loose, plowing into her.

"God," he grunted, shivering with pleasure as he plunged into her, "Like you a lot better like this. Good bitch," - he punctuated the word 'bitch' with a particularly hard thrust - "knows her place, huh?" The quivering wolfess didn't respond. He didn't even know if she was capable of understanding him, with her face pressed into the gravel and a series of incomprehensible whines and moans trailing from her throat, but he kept going.

"What'd you fuckin' say to me earlier?" His tempo was ragged now, harsh pants interrupting his speech, "Some shit about beating biology? This is fuckin' biology." He pressed as far in as he was able, grinding his knot against her, "Fuckin' pack mentality, get your cock up in a wolf bitch and she gets all doe-eyed, huh?" His knot was so swollen it was painful, but she was spasming and clenching so tight around him he couldn't make any headway, and it was starting to frustrate him.

He leaned over and onto the wolf, wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her back into him. "Keep moaning like that, slut, lemme know how much you want my pups... Haah... Don't worry, gonna... Gonna pump 'em right where they need to go..." With his newfound leverage, one of his messy thrusts went just a bit deeper, and then the wolf bitch keened beneath him, her spasms suddenly becoming coordinated as her whole body trembled. Her pussy convulsed around him as she came, almost like it was sucking him in, his knot sinking further and further in with each ripple.

The rest of his knot was pulled into her pussy, his cock bowing as the tip met some resistance that immediately crumpled under his violent assault, the corgi letting out a possessive, feral snarl as he hilted his bitch, hips meeting the soft fur of her ass. His speech slurred as all the sensations blurred into each other, the unbelievable tightness around his knot, the warmth of her womb around the tip of his cock, the soft, rippling spasms as she came around him again.

"How's it... How's it feel to get bred by a mutt, bitch? Fuck, you're gonna get it... Gonna..."

His claws dug into her sides as the world narrowed to the wolf beneath him, helpless to do anything but squirm and moan as he pumped rope after rope of virile seed directly into her receptive womb. The corgi grit his teeth, letting out guttural exclamations as he ground his hips in time with his twitching cock, each spurt of burning-hot cum claiming her womb as his.

Eventually, the overwhelmingly intense pleasure of breeding the cocky wolfess faded to the pleasant afterglow of a warm pussy around his knot. "Like... Like your treat, bitch?" The corgi panted, out of breath, looking down at the wolfess, who lay limp against the roof, tongue lolling and eyes glazed. "Thought so." He closed his eyes, rolling his hips back and forth, milking gentler spurts of cum into her as his knot softened.

When his cock finally popped free, a torrent of cum followed, leaking out and staining the tatters of her panties. Dex slowly pushed himself up and off of her, teetering on unsteady legs. He looked around for something to wipe his cock off with, and decided her tail was as good as anything else. Thorn was still unresponsive, eyes focused on nothing, but she gave a weak raise of her head as he passed in front of her, picking her gun up. Maybe he'd sell it; he made a mental note to ask Vance to help value it.

There was an unread message on his phone:

Run is good. Report to handler for payment.

Whistling softly, Dex set to recalling his drones and packing his laptop up.

He spared one more look at his well-bred wolfess, then turned to head for the stairs.