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"Who's idea was it to host the meeting at the newbie's house?" Jeroux wondered, growling.

"Theirs," Vivi shrugged, pulling in next to the driveway, which was already full of three cars. Her husband always grumbled when they had to go anywhere, and he preferred when Vivi hosted the FAPP club. She could hardly believe her husband still felt emasculated being driven by his wife - he'd been a feral all his life. Still, he didn't like it when he wasn't in control. "You know, it's not all roses when we host, dear. It's a lot of work."

He sniffed, but didn't want to bring up how his two-legged wife always had to do the majority of the cleaning, cooking, and cleaning when they hosted the potluck. "Just get the door for me," he replied, gritting his teeth as he waited until she let him out onto the sidewalk, ears flat.

The two were the most perfect couple in the Feral and Anthro Partners Potluck club, both wolves with matching black fur, with identical grey bellies. Not that you could see Vivi's. Anthros had to wear clothes, after all. But her husband strode up the walk to the house as naked as the day he was born, detesting the clothes some ferals chose to wear to fit in. He knew enough to keep his tail down, but even so, Vivian wondered how often the other women snuck a peek at his plump, grey sheath. She knew _she_did, when she didn't think anyone would notice. Jeroux was an absolute beast in the sack, which is why she ignored the puzzled looks from her friends and family when she announced whose proposal she'd accepted.

She walked up and Jeroux rang the doorbell, always looking to do whatever he could. Which in this case wasn't opening the door. After a few seconds waiting, Sasha answered the door. They'd never met the German Shepherd before, though Bran and Mandy had when considering the young couple for FAPP. Vivian was duly impressed by the woman, a simple black dress adorning her curvy figure. She must have spent as long as Vivi brushing out her fur into sheer perfection.

But what really bugged the woman was_Mister_ Sasha. She saw the new male seated on the couch, talking to Mandy. He perfectly matched his wife, a German Shepherd but with four legs, and nearly as big as Vivi's husband. The shepherds were cute together - perhaps even cuter than the wolves. The last thing she needed was competition on Instagram!

"Lovely to meet you, Sasha," she said, holding out her hand.

"You must be Vivian. And Jeroux," she added, smiling, bending down to shake the big wolf's paw. "Please, come in. There's drinks and music. Bran's in the dining room with Mick and Kalli."

Jeroux smiled at the shepherdess. "Four for four. I thought for sure, just based on odds, that you'd be the feral."

Sasha giggled, insufferably cute, and stood up. "Didn't want to ruin the streak. Besides, it means we ladies have even more in common." She stepped aside as the two wolves entered the picturesque house. Vivi narrowed her eyes slightly at the perfect suburban household, perfect for a pair of pups in love, and right next to I-44 to the big city. The wolf couldn't help but feel outclassed by the younger canine couple. At least Vivian had a nicer car in the driveway.

Mandy, the yellow lab, made small talk with the new guy, finding nothing weird about sharing a couch with a feral dog. Her own husband was a Border Collie, after all, and both he and their daughter were four-leggers. She and Bran were the oldest couple in the club, in their late forties. She joked, "But that doesn't mean we're all dried up!" to Shaw.

But in reality, the middle-aged woman wasn't really feeling it. She only went to these Potlucks because she didn't know what she would do, otherwise. Raising a rotten fourteen-year-old girl had perhaps been the start, as hormones made the once-loveable pup distant and irritable. And Mandy loved her husband, she did. He was funny, and faithful, and a great father, but she had to do almost all the work around the house. There were definitely downsides to having a feral husband. She'd been so in love with him before, like she was in perpetual heat, until they'd had Karen. Now, even when the old dog was in heat, she never really felt anything anymore. Bran was still interested though, so she played along, and they always used up half-a-box of condoms during her heats. The last thing they needed was another kid!

"I'd better go prep the rest of my dessert," Mandy explained, bowing out of her conversation with the German Shepherd. They'd interviewed Shaw and Sasha, and the young couple seemed perfect for FAPP, but that didn't mean the labrador had anything much in common with him.

"No worries," the black-and-tan male replied, wearing only a dressy hat. It actually looked pretty good, though she'd grown accustomed to ferals in clothing thanks to Bran's penchant for bright bandanas around his neck. "I really ought to meet the guys, anyway."

Sasha overheard, and much to Vivi's chagrin, the Shepherdess quickly chimed in and said, "I'll help you, Mandy!" The two entered the kitchen, leaving the wolfess looking particularly unhelpful. But she wasn't about to spend more time with Sasha right now.

Jeroux, Shaw, and Vivian walked together to the dining room, where sharing plates of food were already waiting. Kalli watched as Vivi put down a salad. The Dalmatian wondered why someone so concerned with status would make something so simple. She was content just to chat and have fun on evenings like this, and hang out with a few ladies. The apartment was quiet with Mick, consisting mostly of television after work. At least until night...that's when her Kuvasz boyfriend really came alive. And what her big, white stud wanted, he got.

"Hi Viv," she called out, knowing the abbreviation bugged her. But the black wolf was fun to tease. Kalli stole a glance at Jeroux and Shaw's profiles, always ready to enjoy a peek at a couple of plump sheaths, though they couldn't really compare in sheer size to Mick.

"What'd you bring, Kalli?" Vivian replied through her teeth.

"I tried my hand at a carrot and string bean curry, and it came out pretty well, I think. But you should see what Sasha cooked - a whole roast duck!"

Jeroux licked his lips, poking his head over the table to look at the centerpiece meal, a glistening, glazed duck, already carved and a beautiful medium rare. "That'll be a treat," he hummed, ignoring the dirty look he got from his wife.

Mick and Bran were too busy talking Dashball to really notice the electricity radiating off the female wolf. Kalli grinned as her boyfriend got too invested once again in his old argument, that larger dogs are starting to replace the faster, more agile ones. The big, white dog told his smaller Border Collie counterpart, "Once a bruiser gets momentum, you get ten meters, minimum. The runners sure, sometimes they get a lot meters in one go, but usually they're down in one hit, and they can't handle a 200-pound Anthro jumping on 'em."

Bran shook his head. "If you were right, then why did the Pushers just trade away Bennis?" The black-and-white collie was always wagging his tail, and tonight Kalli saw he was sporting a smart red-orange bandana that was quite fetching, if you went for guys like him. Mick (like Jeroux) preferred to go aux natural, and he didn't bother to keep his tail down like most other dogs. Kalli always got amused when some kid got a surprise glimpse of her boyfriend's huge sack and stuck out their tongue...or blushed madly.

"Because they're as stupid as you are," Mick growled, but playfully.

Kalli sat at the table with the others, smiling at the four males sitting on their chairs, drooling over the roast duck. Of course, they'd need the ladies to serve them. Shaw was just saying, "Maybe I should check on them," when Sasha came into the dining room with Mandy hot on her heels.

The German Shepherd's entrance immediately flattened Vivi's ears, but Kalli knew that the old wolf would get over it eventually. Sasha said, "Mandy, go ahead and have a seat - I'll get drinks." Each guest asked for beer or wine, and carrying a stately silver tray, Sasha brought them all out at once, placing wine glasses and mugs in front of each guest. She reassured her feral guests, "It's okay if you splash a little, don't worry about the tablecloth."

Vivian chuckled. "This is one table where we're all aware of that."

Sasha blushed. "Oh, right. I forgot we're all mixed company."

The girls sipped and the guys lapped at their drinks while Kalli offered to serve up the duck, curry, and salad, and even Vivi couldn't complain about the perfectly cooked duck. Soon the four ladies were leaning back in their chairs, stuffed and not at all ready for dessert.

Shaw said, "Compliments to the chefs! Delicious food all around. I'm so glad you offered to let us into your little community."

Mick growled in agreement and raised a paw (he couldn't raise a glass). "To FAPP!"

"To FAPP!" they all agreed.

After dinner found the four ladies in the upstairs sitting room, and the four ferals in Shaw's den. Sometimes you just had to talk in private with others like you, one of the primary bonuses of the Feral and Anthro Partner Potluck.

Vivian sighed, "Jeroux's been barking at his brother again," taking another long sip of red wine. "When will he figure out that his backwards family is never going to accept me?"

Kalli flattened her ears. "Most of Mick's family is okay with 'us', though some think its a phase he's going through. They'll see though, when he finally proposes."

At the risk of being a poor hostess, Sasha took a deep breath and spoke her mind, saying, "It's _my_family that doesn't understand. They always expected me to marry a lawyer or a doctor. They don't get what I see in Shaw."

Kalli grinned, "Are they blind? It's not like your husband's hiding his fine ass."

"Kalli!" Vivi chided, for once feeling embarrassed on behalf of the German Shepherdess. "I'm sure it's more than that."

Mandy groaned. The yellow lab said, "Can we for once talk about something other than the males in our lives?"

Sasha pointed out, "It is the Feral and Anthro Partner Potluck. And you're the only one with a kid, so what else are we going to talk about?"

Vivian laughed, and Kalli said, "Besides which, it's that time of the month for me. And Vivi, considering how she was acting before we got some wine into her."

"Hey now," the wolf growled, swirling her glass. "But you're not wrong," she added, and the whole group laughed - except Mandy.

The middle-aged mother rolled her eyes. "I'm in heat, too, but that doesn't mean I can't think about other stuff. And I didn't mean we had to talk about kids. What about politics? Local art? For God's sake...sports?"

Sasha's ears perked up and she gazed over at the three women. "You're all in heat?"

Vivi said, "Guess so. Not unusual for a pack of bitches," she grinned.

"I am, too," Sasha explained. "Now I really feel like part of the club," she winked.

Kalli laughed. "Wow...thank God for scent pads, or the guys would be going crazy." Mandy started to interject with other objection, but Kalli pressed on. "So, is it, Sasha?"

"What?"

"Is it more than that? What you see in Shaw," she elaborated.

Vivi said, "You'll have to apologize for the Dalmatian. She has a bit of a one-track mind."

But Sasha sat up, adjusting her black dress. "He's sweet and all, but that's not why I married him. I know I don't need to tell you three, but there's nothing like a fat, feral knot to get a girl going..."

Kalli grinned, "Ooh, I like this one."

But Mandy just rolled her eyes, wondering if she was outgrowing this group. "It's not like Anthros don't have knots. You all pretend like you're getting stuffed every night, but..."

Kalli said, "Who says we're not?"

Sasha was even more forward, adding, "I am. Look, I don't want to disparage your husband, Mandy, but if he was as good as Shaw in bed, you wouldn't be saying what you're saying."

There was an awkward pause, as Mandy levelled her gaze at the hostess. But the yellow lab lowered her hackles, leaning back in the seat. "I'm not going to lie. I've been in a rut, and not the good kind. It's not Bran's fault," she added hastily.

"What's wrong?" Vivian asked quickly.

"I used to be all over him, and he knows how to use...it. But even in heat I'm just not feeling it anymore. Oh, I don't know why I'm telling you this," she groaned, casting a nasty glance at the empty wine glass beside her.

Sasha said, "You've got a fourteen-year-old daughter. You've got more than a handful to deal with already. Too bad Shaw's all mine, or I'd lend him to you. I know he'd get that engine started again."

Kalli laughed, "Oh, you dirty dog."

Mandy said, "As if I'd ever cheat on Bran."

"I'd hit that, Sasha," Kalli laughed. "It's not like I'm married."

The German Shepherd cocked her head. "But he is."

Vivi said, "She's just joking, aren't you, Kalli?"

The Dalmatian grinned. "I wouldn't count on anything, while I'm in heat. And if Shaw's anything like Sasha says, it might be worth it."

The wolf shook her head. "Come on, like he could compare to Mick, anyway."

Sasha said, "Don't be so sure. He's almost as big, and he's got a secret weapon..."

Mandy cocked her head this time, getting sucked into the lewd conversation. "A what?"

Clapping her hand to her mouth, the drunk hostess said, "Oops, forget I said that."

Vivi shook her head. "No, no, no, you don't get to tease us like that."

"Yeah, spill it."

Sasha made a play of looking around the sitting room to see if anyone was listening in, and then leaned forward, her voice a harsh whisper. "Don't tell anyone, but he's got a Prince Albert."

Vivian and Kalli gasped, but Mandy said, "A what?" in almost exactly the same tone as before.

The female German Shepherd kept whispering. "It's a piercing. You know...down there," she said, gesturing toward her own crotch.

Mandy dropped her jaw. "You're kidding!"

Kalli leaned forward in her chair, saying, "And he doesn't take it off...when he...?"

Sasha shook her head 'no'. "It's...cold at first, but it makes him wider...and deeper. Even when he's wearing a condom it still helps. Not as good, but still good. If it weren't for my heat and Shaw being...well, tonight I'd..."

Vivian shook her head, laughing. "Just joined FAPP, and you're already talking like Kalli. I think you may have had a bit too much wine..."

Sasha grinned. But Mandy wondered, "Shaw being what?"

The new girl gulped again, flattening her ears. "Maybe Viv was right about the wine. Forget I said anything."

"Vivi," Vivian corrected, but the wolf metaphorically pounced. "You wants kids and he doesn't."

Sasha groaned. "That's...personal."

"More personal than your husband's big, fat knot?" Kalli chuckled.

"I guess you've got a point," she sighed. "Yeah, Vivi, that's pretty much it. He's not ready to be a father, despite my pleading. But I'm hoping he changes his mind tonight. You might not be the only mother in the potluck for long, Mandy."

"Look, Sasha," Mandy explained. "I can't promise it is all positives, and I definitely wouldn't do it again, but I'll never regret having and raising Karen, even if she can be a little bitch sometimes. I loved her until she started puberty. At age 3," Mandy groaned. "But maybe you'll get lucky and have an Anthro."

Kalli put a hand on the old dog's shoulder. "It's tough for feral girls, but she'll be old enough for a boyfriend soon, and perhaps that'll help her handle her hormones. I know I settled down after I started beating the heat with a couple of regular guys."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well, Mandy, I appreciate the sentiment," Sasha replied, wagging her tail. "You wanna get your dessert ready, while I check on the guys?"

Mandy wagged her tail through her unrevealing, matronly dress. "Yeah."

Like that, Kalli and Vivi were alone in the sitting room, the other two women busy getting the next phase of the party ready to go. Kalli glanced over at Vivian. "Looks like Sasha's a lucky lady."

Vivi shook her head. "I thought so. Great house, excellent landscaping, good cooking. But her husband won't give her pups? I know if I wanted them, Jeroux would indulge me right away."

The Dalmatian just rolled her eyes. "You're just jealous, and looking for any excuse to lord something over the young woman."

"It's not my fault Jeroux and I have a perfect relationship," Vivian replied innocently. "And did you see the looks Shaw was giving you at dinner tonight? He wasn't looking at his wife. Methinks his hesitancy about kids is just the start of their problems."

Kalli had noticed, though she pretended she hadn't. "You know, Viv - you can be a real bitch sometimes."

Meanwhile, the guys were talking about the girls. Sports was what they talked about when the ladies were around, but as soon as they were in Shaw's den together, Mick started in. He took a seat on the plush loveseat in the corner of the office, while Shaw popped his hat off and lay on a small bed in the other corner for 'sneaking naps while Sasha thinks he's working'. Bran hopped onto the short swivel stool for the low desk (designed for ferals) in the center of the room, while Jeroux simply remained standing.

Mick said, "That room was an olfactory marvel."

The collie cocked his head. "The duck smelled great, but it tasted amazing."

The Kuvasz shook his head. "That's not what I meant," and exchanged knowing glances with the other two males in the room.

When Bran still didn't get it, Jeroux said, "You didn't smell it? At least two of those fine ladies was in heat. I know Vivi is..."

Bran shrugged. "I was more interested in the duck."

Mick said, "I saw Kalli putting on a scent pad as we were getting ready to come over."

"Sasha's definitely primed and ready. She's been begging me all week to start a family."

The black wolf perked up. "Lucky dog - congratulations."

But Shaw just shook his head. "Actually, it's more like a headache. I dunno if I'm ready to raise a child...or three."

The resident father in the group, the Border Collie paused his spinning stool to gaze seriously over at the German Shepherd in the corner and say, "You'll never be ready until you are. You just gotta do it. As soon as you become a father, you'll be ready."

Shaw said, "Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm definitely a father. It's raising them that's different."

Jeroux stammered, "Y-you are?"

"Yeah. I was living with Sasha, but it was before we were married. I was a pretty popular pup at the local bar, though I think if the ladies realized just how virile I am they might've made better choices. I had two pawfuls of one-night-stands, but that was all it ever took. I think I've got twelve pups running around."

Mick said, "Jesus..."

Jeroux said, "Pretty sure any one of us could knock up a bitch stupid enough not to use protection."

Shaw shook his head. "No, I mean it. There's something special about me. I beat the pill twice, popped two condoms, and I even knocked up three of 'em while they weren't in heat. But that's not the most impressive thing."

Jeroux looked amused at these tall tales. "Tell us, oh great one."

"One feral bitch was drunk out of her mind and I found her in the alley out back, leaking from God knows how many passers-by. She was a Poodle, of course. Can you believe even after all that, she took one look at me and raised her tail, saying she'd always wanted to fuck a German Shepherd?"

"I think wolves are more popular," Jeroux suggested.

Mick said, "So what happened?"

"So I fucked her. Just once, mind you, and it was like my cock was swimming in the ocean. She must've had a dozen guys before me. Well, I saw her nine months later, and she had two half-shepherd mutts in the carriage."

Bran said, "Bullshit. No way you slipped two into her after all those other guys nutted first."

Shaw shook his head. "That's what I'm saying. I could let you all fuck Sasha senseless first, but I could still put a purebred litter into her."

Jeroux walked over to Shaw, who was still lying down, a smug expression on the black wolf's face. "Easy talk. But I think Vivi was right, and you and your cute wife are just trying to impress us. Such a clean, perfect house, roast duck, pretty good booze. Well -"

Bran hopped off the stool, saying, "Jeroux, back off. You've had a few too many cold ones."

The wolf snapped at the Border Collie, turning to look at the insufferably unafraid host. Shaw didn't even stand up, looking so smug. "Don't worry Bran," he said, lowering his aggressive tail. "I don't mind being treated to good food and beer. But I don't like lies. He says he's got twelve kids, and a magic prick, but I say put up or shut up."

Shaw cocked his head. "What do you mean? It's all true, but how can I prove it?"

The wolf sneered. "That's what I mean. So how about you use the second option and shut up."

Mick said, "Dude, calm down. He's probably just exaggerating. No need to bite his ass."

But Shaw said, "No - I can prove it."

The other dogs all looked at the black-and-tan dog as he stood up to face Jeroux. He continued, "I'll give you all Sasha for the evening, but I bet you a hundred bucks that I end up siring more puppies tonight than all of you combined."

Bran chuckled nervously at the unusual boast, but Shaw didn't seem to be joking. Mick said, "Might want to ask Sasha about that, first," with a grin.

Jeroux scoffed, shaking his head, but Shaw continued, "You don't know Sasha. When she's in heat, she can't say 'no'. Besides, she told me she wanted puppies tonight, whatever it takes."

"I think this joke has gone too far," Bran said, swallowing the last word, his tail slightly between his legs.

Jeroux agrees. "He's bluffing. He thinks we won't take him up on the offer because we're married. Well, fuck that. I'm calling your bluff. I'm in."

Mick shrugged. "I'm not married. And Kalli doesn't have to know as long as Sasha knows how to keep her mouth shut."

Bran hopped between the wolf and shepherd, protesting, "What about Vivian? You love her."

Jeroux laughed. "One, he's never going to actually agree to the bet. Two, Vivi's been glaring daggers at Sasha all night. She'd want me to win this bet just to show the new guys up. If Shaw's so eager to raise my pups, I'm game."

Shaw just laughed, his tail straight out in his own aggressive posture. Testosterone was coursing through the small den, and they could smell the musk of four horny studs with receptive bitches at home. He said, "Give it your best shot. I'll go get Sasha and give you all two hours to do your worst while I keep guard and make sure none of your bitches come in."

Mick said, "You're not even going to be in here?"

"You think I want to see you guys railing my wife?"

Bran said, "Guys, this is crazy. You're all drunk and this is the dumbest plan I've ever heard. I'm getting Mandy, and we're going home. You two should, too."

Jeroux shook his head at the Border Collie. He was glaring so hard, he didn't hear the door opening behind him as he said, "Do what you want, but leave us out of it. I'm ready to fuck Sasha senseless."

It took the wolf a few seconds to realize why his friends all had dropped jaws, and he turned around. Sasha was standing, hand over her mouth, at the door.

Shaw was the first to act. He shuffled past his wife's legs, hopping up and putting his paws up on her backside. "What?" the young woman asked, checking on the boys suddenly going very differently from what she'd expected. While the other three males watched, Shaw grabbed the zipper beneath his wife's tail and tugged it down, revealing her tan-furred ass, and the white scent-blocker that only managed to block half her delicious scent. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as the male she'd married grabbed what served as her panties and ripped the cloth off of her. "Shaw!" she yelped, getting no help from the stunned males.

She looked over her shoulder and down where her husband still balanced, paws on her ass, and said, "What are you doing!?"

Shaw met his wife's eyes and said, "Just what you said. Puppies, whatever it takes." Without hesitating, he kicked with his feet and pushed his wife forward, topping the unbalanced woman so that she flopped forward onto her hands and knees. By the time she could sit up, stunned, Shaw had closed the door. Scrambling to the knob, she tried it, but the handle would turn.

"We're locked in!" she gasped, kneeling in front of the door, startled and panting. She tried the mechanism, but she felt a pit in her stomach remembering that the lever to turn had gotten stuck, and the door could only be opened from the outside. She'd been meaning to fix it!

Bran unfroze, hearing those words. He'd wanted nothing to do with this, and said, "Well, turn the lock..."

"I can't, it's jammed," she whimpered.

"I can't believe it," Jeroux's low voice came from behind.

Mick glanced up and down the black wolf, then glanced back at Sasha, who was still on all fours facing the door, never realizing that the rear of her dress was wide open, and nothing was hiding her black spade, swollen in her heat. Veiny and trembling, her vulva bounced up and down, nothing blocking the salty scent from pouring out into the small den, the scent all but whispering to two of the males "come get me..."

Shivering, Sasha said, "What?"

Jeroux said, "I can't believe he really meant it. But I'm not the kind to fuck a gift horse in the ass. Not when her pussy is so readily available. Girl, we've got you for two hours, and I for one am going to make the most of it. Ready to earn some wolf pups?"

Bran yelped, "Jeroux, stop..." but the collie was all but ignored.

"D-don't I get a say in this?" Sasha whimpered, looking at the big, naked wolf, his cock already half out of his sheath.

"Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to last two hours stuck in a room with a bitch in heat. And you can try to fight me off, but you'll tire out eventually."

Now even Mick said, "Jesus, Jeroux."

"Shut it, Mick," the wolf growled at the Kuvasz. "You're thinking the same thing. Besides which, look at her - she's already dripping." Sure enough, the heavy musk in the air was coursing through Sasha's veins, two big, horny males staring straight at her now gushing pussy. Clear fluid ran down her tight folds, and Jeroux couldn't help but notice she was still holding her tail up. "Shaw was true to his word, and he said she wouldn't be able to say 'no'."

"H-he did?" Sasha yelped.

Jeroux grinned. "He sold you for a bet, bitch," he walked up behind the quivering shepherdess. A bet he's gonna lose."

Mick blinked, and said, "You're right - he's paying us a hundred bucks to fuck you senseless."

Frantically, she tried the doorknob again, to no avail. Ears flat, she looked back at the dominant wolf prowling up behind her and said, "Please, no..."

Bran jumped forward, stammering, "There - she said it. Jeroux, come on - I'm sure we can get the door open if we work together..."

But the wolf cut him off. "Her mouth says no, but her tail says 'mount me'. You're gonna have to be more believable than that, Sasha."

"Jeroux - I mean it! I don't know what Shaw's thinking, but we're married. It's...gotta be a bad joke or something! Stay away!" But despite her yelping, her legs stayed spread, her tail stayed up, and her pussy winked.

"Better, but let's see if we can't turn that 'no' to a 'yes'?"

Bran gulped, "Hey, that's not how this works. Any of it!"

But Jeroux took a step forward toward Sasha's proffered rump and lowered his snout to her clenching cunny. Cold wet nose pressed against her wet pussy, her heavenly scent enveloping Jeroux's nostrils. If he'd ever had a chance of backing out, that chance was gone. He couldn't even picture his wife for the moment, there was just the shepherd's glistening, warm spade. For a bitch ostensibly objecting, Sasha dropped her jaw and_moaned_, her tail hiking off to the side.

He pushed his tongue inside her, spreading her pliable folds and stuffing Shaw's wife. The taste was exquisite, and a rare treat, since Vivian refused to play around while she was in heat. He could feel her receptiveness through his bones, but he did have one important question to ask. "Your husband thought our swimmers would lose to his, even with a two-hour head-start. But is he pulling a fast one? You two haven't mated yet, this heat?"

"N-no," she stammered. "He's always refused to knock me up..."

Mick said, "Well, tonight's the night, one way or the other."

Still panting on the floor, Sasha said, "H-he's going to fuck me, later?"

Bran hesitated, but said, "That's what he said."

"Then - then I can get what I want! If you three leave me alone, Shaw and I can finally start a family...!" Despite what her husband had just done to her, the shepherdess seemed elated at the prospect. "And you can get back at him."

Mick paused. "She's right."

Bran look relieved. "And then you two don't have to, um...take Sasha against her will."

Jeroux looked from one male to the other, then back at the eager, submissive bitch in front of him. But he said, "I think I'd rather put that sniveling shepherd in his place by pumping his bitch full of another male's puppies. I don't take bets unless I intend to win them."

"But -" said Bran.

"Wait!" cried Sasha.

"Oh, shit..." gasped Mick.

Jeroux ignored all of them, hopping onto Sasha's back. As soon as Sasha felt the large wolf's weight on her back, she flattened her ears, spread her legs, and curled her tail obediently to the side, her heat taking over. Bran and Mick watched, paralyzed, as their friend mounted, his glistening cock nearing the German Shepherd's wet, black spade. She was no virgin, by any means, but she'd never been bred, and there was nothing standing between Jeroux's red rocket and her vulnerable womb.

For his part, the wolf was spurred on by his bitch's submission. She seemed to realize there was no use fighting it, or perhaps she even wanted it. To Jeroux, this wasn't even cheating - her alpha had all but thrown her to the three males with a bow wrapped around her tail. Of course, _Jeroux_was married, but he knew Vivian would want him to stick it to this uppity dog. What a perfect revenge, leaving the perfect family of shepherd with a mutt or two, proof to everyone what an unfaithful pair they really were.

"Oh...God..." she whined, feeling the heat from his loins against her oversized spade. Taking a different tack, she turned to Bran and said, "You're not really going to let him, are you?"

The smaller Border Collie took one look at the huge wolf and said, "What do you want me to do?" He looked a little sore at her accusation, and said, "If you want him off you, how about you close your legs and tuck your tail..."

Jeroux paused. "The horny dog _wants_it. Don't you, girl?"

She shook her head, but bit her lip, her tail still trembling to the side. She yipped as the wolf poked forward, gently teasing her pussy with his bony tip. "Go on," Jeroux challenged. "Tell me 'no'." With a gentle rolling motion, he kept himself tantalizingly close to her bare vulva, her mound bouncing up and down as if she were trying to grab on and engulf him.

"Jeroux..." she whined, but she didn't pull away, she didn't lower her tail, and she didn't say no.

"Say it..."

"This...isn't fair," she complained, wriggling her hips, either to try to squeeze from his grip, or perhaps to join their loins again. "I'm in heat..." she added lamely.

Mick gulped air, watching from a few feet away in astonishment. "She really does want it!"

"I don't, I just..." she huffed, helplessly.

Jeroux squeezed her hips, careful not to harm her dress, his tip twitching up and down and spurting just a few drops to join stickily with her quivering cunny. "You need_it," he finished. And when she kept her mouth shut, Jeroux added, "Admit it. _Beg for it."

Mick cautioned, "Pushing your luck, dude."

The Border Collie, for his part, was watching with wide eyes, jaw dropped and tail tucked, but he did manage to provide the weakest push back possible, saying, "Shouldn't you let her go?"

But this time it was Sasha, trembling, who told the middle-aged father off. "N-no, Bran. He's right." She looked over her shoulder at the grinning wolf, and whined, "I_need_ it - please! If my husband won't make me a mom, I'll have you. Or him, or even Bran! Please, Jeroux, do it!"

"There's a good girl," Jeroux grinned. With that, he humped forward, both males watching from the side, able to watch his huge, throbbing cock sink into Sasha's unprotected easy spade, given away first by Shaw, then by Sasha herself. The wolf pushed up into her like they were two parts of a French press, her puffy but tight German Shepherd cunny stretching wide him.

"Oh fuck," said both Mick and Bran at the same time, and after Sasha's desperate plea, even the Border Collie was showing a bit of red.

Sasha whined, "I'm so wet!"

Jeroux licked the Anthro's ear, still slowly wedging his dick deeper, her bloated vulva hiding his cock one inch at a time, and said, "That's because you're a proper slut. Admit it, you've been thinking about the three of us all night."

"Y-yes," she moaned, "but it wasn't real."

"It's real now, Sasha," Jeroux growled, digging his claws into her thighs as he managed to bottom out with his growing knot just outside her fat spade. "Time to see what a wolf is made of, and I hope you like them, because you're gonna be raising some for the next eighteen years..."

The German Shepherd yelped and humped her slender hips, barely able to contain the big wolf. She squealed softly and gasped, "You're really gonna - there's nothing stopping you..."

"Least of all you," Jeroux grinned. "Now spread those legs wide, because I'm gonna tie that fertile cunt of yours."

* * * * *

Vivian was snooping. With Sasha checking on the guys, there was no one to stop her from investigating the rest of the house. Maybe she'd find some dark secret she could lord over the cute shepherdess. Maybe she'd find a ghastly wallpaper in one of the rooms. She didn't know what she expected to find, but that was the point of snooping!

She skipped the kitchen and the living room, since those were combined spaces, and Mandy was in the kitchen so she couldn't check all the drawers. What about a bathroom? Maybe the medicine cabinet had some secrets? But no, they were the usual supplies. She suspected she didn't have a lot of time before the guys came out for dessert, so she went somewhere she hoped Sasha hadn't expected guests - the backyard.

At first it looked pretty typical and boring, but Vivi's interest piqued when she saw the shed in the back. It was no boarded tool-shed. It looked finished, from the outside, with a good foundation. More intriguing was the door knob - it was designed for paws, only. Several of the most important doors in the house had both Anthro and feral knobs, but this one only had a feral one. Of course Sasha could manipulate the knob if she wanted to, but Vivi got the distinct impression that this was _Shaw's_place. But the most intriguing thing about the shed was that she could hear muffled sound from inside.

Did the shepherds have another guest? A secret housemate they didn't want anyone to know about? Was that Shaw in there, having somehow stepped away from the den? Who was he talking to? Vivian debated her options, standing at the peculiar door. If she opened the door, she would certainly interrupt whoever was in there. The shed only had enough space for one, maybe two rooms. She'd just say she was looking for a bathroom - not a perfect excuse, but one that would suffice. Because the thought of_not_ opening the door was perhaps the worst feeling in the world.

Gritting her teeth, the black wolf crouched and pressed down on the knob as quietly as she could, on her hands and knees. Her understated red skirt which perfectly complimented her fur would survive. The latch opened quietly, and it was brighter inside the room than outside. She gazed into the shed.This was not what she was expecting to see.

Shaw was indeed inside the shed, and he was too distracted with a bank of surveillance screens to see or hear Vivian crouched at the now-open door. The feral shepherd was seated on a short stool, manipulating big buttons that seemed to change which cameras were in focus. Vivi's eyes widened, realizing that almost every room in the house had security cameras, even the bathrooms. But the biggest four screens in the middle all showed the same room: the den.

"No, Bran, he's right," Sasha's voice rang out.

Hearing this, Shaw huffed, "I knew you'd come around, S -"

"JEROUX!?" Vivi gasped, clapping a hand to her muzzle as the German Shepherd most definitely turned around on his stool. The camera angle had shifted, and she saw what was going on in the den. There was no doubt, her husband, was on that bitch's back. The picture perfect German Shepherd was on all fours, Mick and Bran just watching from the side, while Jeroux, her Jeroux, had Sasha pinned beneath him. A second camera angle was lower, managing a pretty good view of her husband's fat balls framing Sasha's bare, bouncing vulva, just inches away.

"Vivi!" Shaw gasped.

Climbing to her feet, Vivian demanded, "What is the meaning of this?" She couldn't help but notice Shaw's red rocket poking out between his seated legs. Sasha wasn't lying about his Prince Albert - the metal bar stuck out from his tip, a tapered extension extending his own, bony tip. He was getting off on watching this - no, she realized, looking at the sophisticated computer. He was taping this.

"Jesus, Vivian, close the door before someone hears you!" Shaw gasped. The urgency in his voice somehow worked, convincing the wolf to close herself in with him.

He'd spoken over his own wife's plea, but now Vivian heard the rest of it, as Sasha whined, "If my husband won't make me a mom, I'll have you."

Vivian growled, "That bastard! Trying to cheat on me, w-with her! Where does he get off!?"

"Looks like he's planning to get off in my wife's cunt," Shaw explained, flippantly.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Vivian said, over Sasha's plaintive whining.

"I don't think you do," Shaw said, pointing back to the screen.

Vivian watched in horror as her husband said, "There's a good girl" and humped forward, the camera catching the moment perfectly as his huge, throbbing cock sank into Sasha's bare spade.

"Oh fuck," said Vivian and Mick and Bran at the same time.

Shaw fixed his eyes back on the scene, glancing over at Vivi. "He said you'd want him to knock her up. Give her mutts and put her in her place."

That gave Vivian pause. There _was_something appealing there. Mutts would make their family photos reveal the dirty truth. But Jeroux was still her husband, and the smarmy little bitch was literally begging for it. She glanced over at Shaw. "You're awfully flippant about this. It's your wife, you know."

"I locked her in there with them," he admitted. "Come, have a seat and watch."

There was a second stool near a second bank of computers, and Vivi pulled it up alongside Shaw, while her husband growled, "Time to see what a wolf is made of, and I hope you like them, because you're gonna be raising some for the next eighteen years..."

She gave Shaw the side eye, even as the German Shepherd slid a paw to his own cock, gliding it up and down as he watched his wife offer herself to another male. "D-did she agree to this? Before hand?"

Shaw shook his head 'no'. Vivian continued, "Does she even know about this little shed?" Shaw again shook his head 'no'.

"I had a contractor set it up for me, and Sasha knows not to invade my private sanctum."

Unlike Shaw...hard to call a camera in the bathroom anything but an invasion of privacy. "Is she on the pill or something?" Vivi asked, her eyes now locked on her husband pounding Shaw's wife on the screen, his paws digging into her thighs.

"You know Jeroux could smell the difference, if she was. No, whether she likes it or not, she's gonna end up with a litter of mutts."

As if they could hear, Sasha whimpered in that moment, "You're really gonna - there's nothing stopping you..."

"Least of all you," Jeroux replied. "Now spread those legs wide, because I'm gonna tie that fertile cunt of yours."

"Then why? Why get her knocked up by another guy?" Vivi protested.

"Because I wanted to. Because she's mine to do with as I please. Because she kept begging for me to give her puppies when I said no. Well, now she'll have 'em," he said, stroking his cock faster, his paw gently pushing on his bar piercing.

"Damn. I'll make sure not to get on the wrong side of you," Vivian shivered, watching Shaw's handiwork on screen as her husband hammered the German Shepherd bitch, his half-formed knot straining at her grey spade.

Sasha, though, was presenting like a proper brood-dam, whining and panting and grunting as her slender rump spread wide for her unwanted wolven mate. She clearly wanted it as much as Jeroux did, prompting Shaw to reply, "As you can see, my 'wrong side' can be pretty fun. C'mon, quit holding back. You know you want to get off to this, so just pull down that skirt and do it."

Vivi paused, glancing over at Shaw, who'd been a stranger before tonight. She glanced down at his throbbing cock, getting worked over quite efficiently by the dog's paw. Maybe she could join him on the 'wrong side'...

Taking a deep breath, the young wife did just that, sitting up just long enough to pull off her skirt and panties, clad only in her red-and-white blouse. Her black fur transitioned into grey between her legs, then white, and then a delicious looking pink, her own heat-swollen mound quivering proudly in the cool air. Shaw seemed to know she would do it, and just smiled and grunted as he watched his wife taking it from _her_husband. Feeling a little foolish, Vivi sat beside the cocky shepherd, planted her eyes on the screen, and spread herself with her fingers, humping gently.

Sasha and Jeroux knew they had an audience of the two other males in the room, but neither knew about the recording, with a perfect view of Jeroux's heavy knot powering through her trembling pussy. "S-so big!" she squealed.

"It'll fit, one way or another," Jeroux growled, adding, "so you better help it along."

Ears flat, Sasha spread her legs further, hiking her tail out of the way, but she'd already tried that. She gritted her teeth and pushed back, bucking against the huge wolf, but still her smaller spade wouldn't let his still-growing knot in. Soon, he would surely be too big, wouldn't he?

Vivian panted, "If she doesn't think of something, he's going force it in." She spoke as if from experience.

"Your husband doesn't like to take no for an answer, does he?" Shaw mused.

Vivian bucked against her fingers, moaning softly, "That's what I love about him..."

Shaw rubbed himself up from the base of his cock, letting his rough digits rub and nudge the piercing at his tip, each millimeter sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his swollen cock. "Looks like Sasha feels the same way..."

Desperate, the horny shepherdess finally hit upon a good idea, resting her head against the den's door and reaching beneath herself with both hands. The ground-level camera picked up a perfect view as she snaked her two fingers in from either side, spreading herself out so that she was gaping, just as Jeroux pulled back. Vivi and Shaw held their breath as they waited for the next thrust.

Pop!

Jeroux's already impressive knot finally collided with stretched, wet folds and sank all the way in, her tight clench sealing him irrevocably into her now-bulging cunt. If there had ever been a chance to stop the wolf from breeding his canine bitch, that point was now gone, as he howled and leaned forward, tugging her back into a series of rapid thrusts that sent Sasha into a torrent of ecstatic yips and yelps. "Oh God," she wailed. "Please...breed me!"

When Vivian saw her husband swell up to full size inside the smaller shepherd's distended pussy, she fell to her knees, leaving the stool behind, pushing her entire hand into her throbbing folds. She'd never been more turned on than watching her husband put another bitch in her place, and his cheating on her didn't seem to matter anymore. Bitch in heat - meet puppies. She bucked her hips, eyes locked as her husband prepared to seal the deal.

And then, her fingers felt wet. Had she just cum? Vivian looked over her shoulder to see Shaw, crouched behind her, his tongue lapping at her hand, even as it lay buried in her veiny spade. Masturbating with him was one thing, but she perked her ears and said, "Hey now!"

"Go on," he said, taking another lick. "Cum - I just want a taste."

"Oh, no you don't -" she started.

"You're gonna miss it!" he interrupted.

Vivian glanced back at the camera. Sure enough, Jeroux's flurry slowed to a halt as he buried himself hilt-deep inside Sasha, his heavy, virile wolf balls thrumming up against her tan hips. She knew what that meant - he was filling the bitch he'd just met with loads and loads of glistening, white wolf seed, and there was nothing to stop him from reaching the shepherd's defenseless eggs. Despite herself, Vivian fingered herself, humped, and came furiously, growls turning to howls, she was so aroused by the sight of her husband forcing another bitch to carry his pups.

And Shaw was there to taste, his tongue replacing Vivi's hand as she started to moan and quiver around the thick, wet organ. Like it or not, her eyes rolled back in her head as she squirted into another male's mouth, squeezing down so hard he couldn't have pulled his tongue back if he'd tried. Shaw guzzled every drop of the fertile wolf's juices, tail wagging confidently.

"Nnngh!" Vivi growled, managing to say, "you're such an ass!" before losing it again and convulsing around the intrusive tongue.

On screen, Jeroux had the dopiest grin, his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth as he dumped his nuts in Sasha, who just clenched her eyes shut and rocked up and down, milking the wolf for all he was worth. Vivian remembered doing the same thing, though never while she was in heat. She felt a tinge that that bitch was going to be the first one to have the honor of carrying Jeroux's litter. But not by long - Vivian was going to tie Jeroux down once they got home and fuck him senseless for what he'd done.

Except that Shaw had other plans, and if Vivian had been less distracted, she might have done something different. As it was, she shivered, dazed, when the dog pulled back his tongue, and she didn't realize what was happening until he was already on her back.

"Don't you fucking do it!" she snarled back at him. "Don't even th -"

That was all she could say before he found his mark, plunging the cold metal bar from his dick piercing right through her still-sopping spade. Every fur on her her body stood at end, but when she tried to stand, he humped forward, slamming eight inches deep and knocking her back to her knees. Her large pussy was soaked, and offered no resistance to the male, noticeably smaller than Jeroux despite his metallic accoutrement.

"God damn it!" she yowled, her tail up and hind legs spread. Her pussy was still straining with the pleasure of orgasm, not at all ready for another round, and his slick cock was sending shockwaves down her tender body. He was really fucking her - raping her, even, but the exhausted wolf could barely fight back. "Y-you'd better pull out!" she warned.

Shaw grinned. "Or what?" he asked, pumping back and forth so that the wide bar spread her tunnel apart, the colder metal rubbing her in ways she'd never felt. Her vagina quivered around him, even more fluid gushing down her legs.

"You know I'm in heat!" she yelped, ignoring the screens as she dealt with more important matters. But by now, Jeroux had gone rump-to-rump with Sasha, and they were shuddering together in the mating tie.

"So was my wife, but that didn't stop your husband," he grinned, leaning forward and pushing down on the small of her back. He got the perfect upward angle, thrusting so that she couldn't put two thoughts together in her head before another shockwave of pleasure wracked her young body.

But she could feel he was all the way in, his balls sizeable in their own right as they slapped noisily against her backside. He was balls deep, and that meant that his knot was in her, growing ever larger. "Sh-shaw," she whined, "Stop! I can't have mutts... everyone will know!"

"That'd serve you right, considering what just happened to my wife."

Time was running out. Shaw was growing wider and wider inside her. And his Prince Albert was grinding up against her womb, the little nub that stuck out making him as long as her husband. "I said no!" she squealed, reaching over her shoulder with one hand to try to push the randy shepherd off of her.

Shaw evaded her first push, then humped forward so hard, she fell onto her front, arms pinned to the ground with her rump raised. "And I don't give a shit - but that's what you love about me, right?" he added with a twinkle in his eye.

Two thoughts gripped her at the same time as Shaw quoted what she'd said about her husband. The German Shepherd knew she like to be dominated, and was just playing along, making her think that he was going to hump past all her objections to breed her, when really he was planning to pull out at the last second. Alternatively, he really didn't care what she thought, and he was going to nut in her because he wanted to and there wasn't much she could really do about it.

Both thoughts left the young wife shuddering and moaning beneath him, ears perked, waiting at any moment for him to pull back and admit he was just pretending. Face against the floor, the black-furred wolf whimpered like the needy bitch that she was and humped back against him. She was going to get the most out of this either way, relaxing her spade before slamming backwards, clenching down, and massaging the dog's fat cock. His knot was still too small to stick, but it wouldn't be long, especially with her squeezing like his dick was the only thing keeping her from plummeting off a cliff. "Shaw, don't!" she whined, her mind in two places at once, trying to process how she really felt.

"Tell me you don't want me plugging that cunt, letting loose in those wide hips, giving you a little something to remember tonight by..."

Vivi whined, her passage stretched out unlike anything she'd felt before, his piercing basically holding her open and ready, the cold metal grinding up and down her tight cunny. She bucked her hips and panted and groaned beneath the German Shepherd, her pussy quivering as she got closer and closer to her second orgasm, despite how recently she'd cum. The fear, the_desire_ for him to shrug off her complaints and knock her up had Vivian drooling on the ground, but her rational thought won over. "I - I don't! I never agreed to this," she yelped, biting her lip as she whimpered in ecstasy. "P-pull out!"

Panting, Shaw's only response was to push forward until the pointed tip of his piercing was poking into her cervix, her whole pussy squeezing like a vice around him. "Oops," he said simply, as he held himself there, growing wider and wider.

"No...wait - you're tying!" she yelped, trying to kick him away. Feeling him grow, making no effort to pull away, she still entertained the vain hope that he was just waiting until the last second to pull away. Until her bloated spade tightened, stretched, and sealed down around the unfamiliar male, locking him inside. Her eyes popped open, and she knew he was really going to do it.

"You're mine now, and so is your womb," Shaw growled confidently. "Jeroux gave you up when he chose my wife over you."

Ears flat, Vivi whined, "You can still...stop. Y-you don't have to -"

Placing a firm paw on either of her hips, Shaw leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I _want_to. Look at the bright side - you're getting the litter Sasha always wanted."

Vivian howled as Shaw started bucking his hips back and forth jabbing her tender folds again and again, knot secured in her distended cunny. His balls were pressed up against the fat tip of her vulva, tweaking her with each swing of the heavy orbs, as if taunting her with what was about to cum. His tail wagged as he prepared to go all the way with another male's wife, and Vivian realized so was her tail. Any doubt was gone - he was going to knock her up, and she had no say in the matter. An 'oops' was all her had given her as he intentionally inflated inside her, claiming the fertile wolf for now and for nine months. Her heat-inflamed pussy shuddered with pleasure she'd never felt before, every inch of her vagina quivering with the knowledge, instinctual and otherwise, that he was her stud, and for the first time the wolf would become a mother.

Eyes rolling back in her head, the wolf howled into the little shed, grateful that it was mostly soundproof, her plaintive whine echoing off the computer monitors where her husband was finally tugging out of Sasha. A flood of cum spilled down the German Shepherd's well-bred pussy, the mirror of what Vivian was about to receive. She knew she liked to be dominated, but her role plays with Jeroux could never prepare her for the real thing, Shaw pounding away at her defenseless cunt, pushing her headfirst into the ground. Vagina simultaneously squeezing to push Shaw out and to keep him in, Vivian erupted, squirting hard as she dissolved into sharp, feral bucks, milking him like a prize cow. She was propped wide open by his bar piercing, and he was pretty backed up, his balls finally letting loose, pumping like a fire hose into her heat-primed pussy, waves crashing through every crevice of her outstretched tunnel and pummeling her last line of defense.

But her womb was waiting and ready, opening wide for his invasion, squirt after squirt splashing inside her vulnerable chamber, ensuring that every cubic inch of her over was drenched in dog cum. Her lupine eggs didn't know what an affront it was that a dog was about to rape them, fill them, and combine to form a mottled litter of half-breed mutts, all while Vivian squealed and orgasmed around him. Shaw held himself deep, knot squished up against her bloated spade, jackhammering away as he managed a few last, tiny splurts, her womb absolutely _sloshing_with cum.

Sputtering beneath him, Vivian gasped, "You entitled prick." She moaned, pushing back against the big shepherd. "And here I thought Sasha was the arrogant one."

Leaning forward, Shaw spoke into her ear. "Admit it, you've never cum so hard in your life."

"That's not the point!" she growled, all but admitting he was right.

They panted there, together in silence, for several more minutes before Shaw stepped over her, a self-satisfied grin on his face, his tail wagging firmly over hers. He had the gall to yawn, even while he squirted a few more watery loads into her fertile cunny. Vivian had finally recovered her breath, and eyed the den, where Mick was getting ready to take his turn with Sasha. That cute little bitch was stealing Kalli's boyfriend, too! But at least Vivian had gotten what the slut really wanted, even if it was going to prove incredibly inconvenient to the wolfess.

Pop! Shaw tugged free, turning around to watch as Vivi's fat cunt slowly closed, dribbling quite the mess on the floor. Whimpering, Vivi pulled herself up onto the low stool, leaning back and spreading her legs to get a good look at the damage. Her insides were drenched in doggy cum, and she could feel it pooling deep inside her. No amount of cleaning was going to prevent it, now. She looked ruefully at the German Shepherd, who watched her with interest. "Sure, you can grin, you aren't going to have to deal with this for the next nine months! Or eighteen years..." she realized, gulping.

Laughing, Shaw stepped forward and hopped up, placing a front paw on each of her thighs, eyes level with her. "Looks like I'll have my own unwanted litter to deal with. But it's too late to do anything about that, either."

Vivian put a paw on Shaw's chest, pushing him away, but he nudged forward each time, staying eye to eye with her. "What are you doing, asshole?" she growled.

He grinned and wagged his tail. "Well, the damage is already done. So you're gonna lean back and spread those legs, and I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer."

Vivian shivered, and paused. She hated his cocky grin, but it didn't matter. She wasn't doing this for_him_. Her pussy ached for him, her body _begged_to be claimed.

This time, she gave him no "no" to ignore.