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20 years, that's how long ferals like me have been around. It's not like the world doesn't like people like me, it's just with the whole 'being almost identical to normal, none sentient, ferals' deal, some people find it difficult to see us as people.

"Pizza sounds good," I say to my dormmate, Shane, a brown-furred anthro coyote.

"So pizza it is on Sunday then." He says with a smile as we play Smashbros together. "For a person that doesn't have opposable thumbs, you're scarily good at this. I can see why you tried so hard to talk me into this." The feral-friendly controller under my paws is all too familiar to me after having little to do growing up.

"What can I say, I'm a lonely canine with too much free time." Shane and I had been put together by the administration team at Maple Hills University as per their regulations; one feral and one anthro to help said feral with things they can't do on their own, opening high cupboards and the like, per room. It had been a month and a half since we'd both moved in and Shane and I had become quick friends; he's pretty interested in what my life is like as a sentient feral and I'm happy to answer any questions he has, mother's always telling me to try and educate people about us as much as possible because even after 20 years some people don't like us.

"It's kinda strange to me that a feral is better than me at Smashbros, no offence."

"You're just bad." I tease and Shane punches me softly in the side.

"You've just got lucky, you mangy mutt, after twenty matches I'm finally unveiling my true power and not holding back!" I just roll my eyes at him. We play several more matches before it starts to get late. "Imma head to bed, do you need anything before I hit the hay?"

"Nah, I'm feeling like an evening stroll so I'll come back later." As per usual Shane clips my identification card onto my collar so I can get back in the room once I've finished my walk and then I head out.

I'd not told Shane yet but me and my girlfriend, Samantha, both attend Maple Hills. We've been together for just under a year and a rather special event for both of us is due to happen soon.

My evening walks are a way for me and Samantha to meet up and spend private time together without needing to worry about either of our dormmates knowing. Samantha had come up with the idea to avoid embarrassment until we, me especially, felt up to telling our dormmates about our relationship.

I walk down the carpeted halls of my accommodation building and out through a set of doors into the main campus of the university. Maple Hills isn't exactly a big place but my parents moved here due to its suburban/semi-rural charm, or so they tell me. A mall, a few shops, the university, and houses dotted around the place are all that Maple Hills is; but growing up here had been fun, and it had led to me meeting Samantha so I wouldn't change it for the world. The main campus of Maple Hills is strange in some ways but like a normal university it isn't closed off at all and instead there are just a few signs around the border saying that the land past them is owned by the university.

After the first few times, Samantha and I had agreed to meet up together near the fountain to avoid stumbling around campus like we had done a few too many times looking for each other. I pad my way along grass-bordered stone pathways over towards that direction. A new smell drifts through the air as I get closer to the fountain, one that makes my brain go a little fuzzy as I take deep sniffs of it.

"Fraser!" Samantha shouts from sitting near the stone fountain as she sees me approaching, her golden fur seeming to shine in the dim light produced by the street lamps nearby. "How was your day? Shane told me that you and he planned to play Smashbros together. Can't see him beating you but I'm open to surprises." She says happily, her tail wagging with joy just like mine as I sit next to her and give her a few loving licks.

"That went about as well as you'd expect. Nothing much else happened, how was your day?" I try to strike up casual conversation but being so close to Samantha and her new, alluring, scent makes it hard to think of much else other than remarkably lewd ideas involving her and me tonight.

"Catherine seemed quite confused about some things this morning. I tried to explain my situation to her as best I could but today was a bit....challenging for me." Samantha tells me, I can tell she's trying to act normally around me but that there's definitely only one major thing on her mind right now. I can't help myself as I sniff the air, a spicy and mindfoggingly distracting scent filling my nose, its origin pressed down against the floor as Samantha sits on the smooth stone below us, obviously trying to hide its source from me. I catch myself after I take a few deep breaths of Samantha's scent into my nose and it's obvious that she's noticed. "I suppose I can guess you know from that look in your eyes."

"What look?" I can't seem to move my eyes from Samantha's rear on the floor, something about it seems to have captured my attention and refuses to let go of it.

"You silly mutt," she teases, poking me with her paw and sending tiny ripples of happiness through me. "I can see that you've become distracted by something and I'm pretty sure you don't get this excited from our normal conversations." She tells me jokily as she motions with her head to between my legs. With a great force of will, I manage to tear my eyes from Samantha and look down to see a small bit of red poking out of my yellow-furred sheath. I just look back at her with a sheepish grin on my face.

"Sorry, my nose is picking up your delicious scent and-" Samantha cuts me off before I can finish my sentence by leaning over and giving my sheath a quick lick, sending electric waves of pleasure through me like nothing I've felt before, it's far better than any of the times she or I had done the exact same thing in the past.

"Oh shush Fraser, I'm well aware of the effects of heat on male ferals, you don't need to tell me these things, you silly dog." Samantha places her muzzle at my collar and she bites down on its release clasp, sending it falling to the ground and leaving me looking just like any other Golden Retriever in the world.

"Samantha-" I try to argue with her that we shouldn't remove our collars but she interrupts me again.

"It's just a precaution. Do mine." She commands and I sigh and remove her collar for her. "Good boy." She praises once it falls to the ground, she knows I like it when she calls me that and I suspect she's going to take advantage of this fact before our time together tonight is through.

"Samantha, as much as your heat is having an effect on me, I don't think we-"

"Fraser," Samantha interrupts before she stands up, my eyes instantly falling on what's under her tail. My mind clouds over more with lust as I see my girlfriend's swollen black lips, my body almost moves on its own to get closer but I manage to hold myself back. Me and Samantha had fooled around a little, oral and the like, but this was definitely a major step up. "I think we should stop this stilted dialogue now. I've brought this." She says as I see her turn and pick up a feral-friendly condom. "You can say no, I'm not forcing you, I just want to be prepared for if you agree." She tosses the condom to me and it lands on the floor by my paws.

"Samantha..." I start.

"I know, I know, but it's like an itch I can't scratch. I know exactly what will stop this awful feeling, and I tried some things this morning but none of them worked. Please." I can see that Samantha is desperate, I didn't know her heat would make her quite like this and my heart gives a painful pang as I see her so desperate for the first time. I feel strangely happy that she's asking if I want to help her with her heat instead of just forcing me into it. Like any sexually mature canine, there's nothing more I'd love to do than give in to my urges and go to town on her dark-coloured vagina, but as much as I want that, I can't just up and start mating with my girlfriend by the fountain right in the middle of our university's campus, can I?

"Can't we go back to one of our dorms?" I ask, already knowing the answer but trying to suggest anything that means not doing it right in the open.

"I don't think you want Catherine hearing us so that's my dorm out and Shane, as nice a guy as he is, definitely wouldn't appreciate us rocking and rolling while he's trying to sleep. Unless he's already asleep, in which case I think he may have a few choice words for both of us when we inevitably wake him up." I sigh as Samantha confirms what I had thought. Her voice has taken on an almost whining tone as more time passes with a sentient male feral just sitting near her with a rapidly growing erection sprouting from his sheath, making it all the worse as I do nothing and instead complain and put off Samantha's need.

"I love you, Samantha. You know I do." I start as I look at the condom in front of my paws laying on the smooth stone ground, the piece of rubber making it clear that Samantha has obviously thought this through ahead of time. "If you're sure this is what you want......I trust you so I guess we should get this show on the road."

Samantha's eyes light up and she quickly reassures me that we probably won't get caught as I grip the feral-friendly condom in my mouth and rip it open with the help of one of my paws. Sex-Ed earlier in my life had been....interesting. The teacher teaching it was less a teacher and in reality just a veterinarian that had been hired to go through that sort of stuff for the fifteen or so sentient ferals in my class. Fifteen young feral students, of varying species, spent what must have been several hours going through all sorts of things about sex and puberty; we could all tell, I think, that our teacher was just explaining how non-sentient ferals went about it and that no real research had been made. This lack of adequate explanation had led to some embarrassing conversations, with my dad specifically, but he had neglected one important thing, and I sure as hell had no experience with it.

"What are you doing?" Samantha asks me as I sit trying to figure out what to do with the condom.

"Um....just getting myself into the right mood." I tell her, desperately trying to think what to do in the dim light of the evening. 'Oh god! Um, was this in those stupid classes? I know it's meant-'

"Fraser, my scent alone seems to have gotten you more than in the right mood. I'm fine with us taking this slow though so whatever it really is, you take your time." The tone in her voice tells me she's only saying she's okay with us taking it slow and that I should take my time, for my benefit as I'm sure she'd love nothing more than to start going at it immediately rather than in a few minutes.

"Um..." I begin sheepishly after my mind doesn't come up with anything helpful, "Samantha.....I'm, uh, I'm not quite sure how to work this..."

"What?"

"Could you, um, could you give me some help?"

"Oh Fraser! You sweet idiot...." She says with that soft smile that makes my heart beat that little bit harder. She moves towards me and starts explaining. "There are pictures on the packet that show you what to do. Just in case though: these are canine ones so they're designed with that in mind, and what do most male canines do when they get frisky?"

"Um...." I suppress a yip as Samantha suddenly leans down and lands her second lick to my sheath of the evening, her tongue also sliding over some of my sensitive length making me shiver.

"Lick their penises!" She answers herself. "Pop it in your muzzle but make sure it's the right way round and grip this," she motions to a section of the condom, "then simply just slide your....hard....member into your muzzle and bam! It should be on." I can see that this talk about my malehood is getting to Samantha so I try to put on the condom as quickly as possible.

Me and Shane have talked about some pretty strange things in the time since our first meeting, my flexibility and the 'unique opportunities it affords in regards to certain salacious activities', as he puts it, being one of them after a significant amount of mumbling and embarrassment on both our parts.

My muzzle slides down my member and I can feel as the condom also slides over it, soon enough there's a slight tightness at the back of the bulge of my forming knot which makes me quiver before I get used to it. Like a normal feral, as soon as my penis gets hard it starts shooting jets of my pre-cum which means that the condom over my penis is subjected to being doused in my fluids even before I'm fully hard.

"Good boy. Now I think it's time we put all that oral practice you've been having to use." Samantha turns from me and lifts her tail and my god if the sight isn't an inviting one I don't know what is. Her usually alluring pussy is now borderline irresistible, her lips having swollen significantly and looking moist even without my saliva coating them yet. Every instinct in me tells me to mount Samantha and start thrusting but she wants me to eat her out so I do as she tells me despite what my mind is telling me to do. I lick my lips in anticipation and duck my head down under my loving girlfriend's flagged tail and directly in front of her scent-heavy presented cookie, Samantha waiting in suspense for when my slick tongue meets her folds and starts sending waves of bliss through her body and drawing out moans from her muzzle. I stick my tongue out and touch Samantha's plump black 'y' shaped vulva, immediately causing her to tense up and I hear her breathing hitch as what must be a relievingly pleasurable feeling cascades through her body. Taking this as a positive sign, I start licking over her entire cunt with my broad tongue, sometimes tracing along the ridge from its bottom to near enough its top just like Samantha told me she liked. The now familiar flavour of my girlfriend's most sensitive area fills my mouth and just like every other time I'd eaten her out, I can't get enough of it as I get more feverish with my licking and soon end up slurping and lapping over her folds while she starts pushing back towards me, moaning and practically screaming dirty things to no doubt encourage me to continue my ministrations.

It had been a little nerve-wracking the first time Samantha had asked me to try doing this to her because I didn't have any experience with what she wanted and I was afraid I'd let her down because of that, but I managed to stutter out to Samantha that I wasn't sure what to do and she suggested that I just do what I thought she'd like and she would tell me what worked and what didn't. This set at least some of my nerves to rest and our first few sessions of cunnilingus were definitely more of a learning experience for me than mind-blowingly pleasurable for Samantha; but that's something I love about her, she always thinks about me and allows me to learn and discover things at my pace instead of forcing me to rush for her sake.

When we went out for our third date she decided to take me to a music festival, but unfortunately we learnt then that I don't like large crowds that much, so she spent quite a bit of time sitting with me in a reasonably quiet place and we just talked. She did her best to settle my nerves and eventually I worked up enough courage to go with her into the crowd of loud, drunk, people and we both had a great time.

She'd teased me lovingly about my lack of experience with female genitalia as I experimented with different techniques during our passionate sessions together, but still, she's never tried to rush me as I poke, prod, lap, and lick at her delicate folds.

"I must be doing something right I guess." I mutter happily as I pull back after several licks. Samantha takes a second to snap out of her trance but as soon as she does she gives me one hell of a look.

"What's the matter, Fraser?" She says with what I know is her trying to keep her voice steady.

"I'm uh, is it okay if I get a bit rougher with your....thing? The smell and...-"

"That's fine!" Samantha says needily, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world, cutting me off as I look for the right words. I give one strong lick over her plump lips to test the waters before backing my head away, a string of my saliva connecting my mouth and her folds before it breaks. My single strong lick seems to have driven Samantha deep into a lusty trance as her tail flags higher and she drops the front half of her body down onto the floor and raises her vagina into the air to present me with full access to it. I launch my tongue out and begin savagely lapping at her moist vulva. Samantha told me she loves it when I get rough with my licking, but I always ask before I get stuck into it just in case I end up hurting her.

Her folds quiver and her body shivers as my dexterous tongue rubs itself along her whole length and absolutely coats it in my saliva. It bounces in pleasure as her inner muscles contract once my tongue pushes its way through into her moist inner passageway. The lusty fog in my mind thickens tenfold as my nose rubs against her lips while I try to push my tongue as far into her as it can go. Samantha whines as she is spread open and starts pushing hard against me as she tries to force more of my wide tongue inside her warm depths. My tongue flicks about inside my girlfriend and causes her insides to ripple and convulse tightly around it as her sensitive cookie is stimulated to no end, the very edge of my slippery appendage meeting with a small ring of muscle, her cervix. I move my tongue around inside her tunnel and Samantha practically whimpers in delight, trying to keep herself from making too much noise.

"Fraser! Keep going! Good boy!" She begins shouting as her juices coat my muzzle and ooze from her stretched entrance, matting down the short golden fur. Her cookie diligently swallows all of my tongue that I can possibly push into her, and her shouts stop as words start to fail her. My licks caress the deepest reaches of her vagina which drives her up the walls with pleasure, I learnt this on my first attempt at doing it and my goodness did she love it. I swallow down her juices as she produces copious amounts of the sweet-tasting fluid, my reward for, and a clear sign of, me pleasing her, a reward I'm completely content to drink down for as long as I'm able.

At this point my mind is far more clouded in sexual bliss than it has ever been before when I've eaten her out. I chalk it up to her heat and try not to pay it any mind, my penis still shooting strong jets of pre-cum into the condom, telling me that my body is enjoying what I'm doing as well. Samantha's innards clench down hard around my tongue and the pink rosebud of her tailhole winks as she lets out a long whine and quickly coats my muzzle with more of her juices as she orgasms. Some of her fluids make it inside my mouth which I gulp down repeatedly, my throat pulsing as I eagerly drink all I can down. Before her orgasm finishes Samantha's rear falls to the ground as her legs give away under her, my tongue being pulled out as she moves to the ground and I stand there licking her flavoursome juices off my muzzle, watching as Samantha rides her orgasm out. Seeing my love revelling in pleasure that I brought her seems to flick a switch in my brain that had until this moment remained undiscovered in the depths of my head. It's as though every horny thought I've ever had has come rushing back to me all at once, my entire body feeling like it needs to move and my penis throbs and jumps between my back legs as though craving a warm, tight place to bury itself.

"Fraser! Oh my god! Mmmmh!" Samantha sighs as her orgasm ends and she slowly gets back onto her feet. "Thank you! I hope it wasn't too annoying ignoring your....hard.....length for all that time," Samantha's eyes seem to linger fixedly on my throbbing length as she speaks about it. "I can only imagine what it must have been like for you to be that close to the source of my scent without seeing to yourself for so long. Fraser?" She asks worriedly as I just stand staring at her. There's only one thing my mind and body wants and it's a few feet away, tucked under my girlfriend's golden tail. "Fraser?"

"Wha-" I shake my head to try and snap myself out of it. "Sorry, um...I got a little distracted." Despite my mind seemingly being somewhat cleared I can't seem to stop trying to look around her body and under her tail.

"You do seem a little absent at the moment." Samantha teases as she moves around and makes me follow her. "You_ have _been rather good so I guess you deserve to be rewarded." She says as she stops a little ways from the fountain, closer to the nearby trees and bushes than we were before.

"Um, Samantha?" I ask meekly after she just sits down and waits where she is for what feels like an hour. I see that she's listening so I continue, "could you stand back up? I um, you made it seem like we were going to, you know....." she smiles at me and I can tell she was putting on an act to try and make it seem like she wasn't also desperate for what I want to do.

"As long as you're okay with doing it." She says as she gets up and turns around before lifting her tail and exposing her heat-swollen folds to me again. "Come on then, I'm sure you're more than eager to start rocking and rolling." All the clarity in my brain leaves like a bullet train as the scent of her heat, combined with the actual sight of her lips, makes my mind and body respond in every way it's supposed to when presented with a bitch in heat. I approach Samantha's revealed cookie and without further ado, I growl lustfully as I jump up onto her back and wrap my front legs around her hips. My hips work on their own as I begin thrusting about under her tail looking for her inviting folds. She yelps as my growing member finds its mark and plunges itself deep within her, spreading her warm black folds apart to accommodate my size.

"Fraser!" She shouts, "Usually you're pretty gentle when it comes to this, at least you are with your tongue. I'm not complaining though." She's right, but right now it seems every cell in my body wants to bury my penis as deep as possible inside my girlfriend and launch my semen deep within her so she can have my puppies. Of course, deep in my mind I know that, due to the condom, that won't happen but that doesn't matter, and it seems to my heat-filled brain that all that does matter is knotting my girlfriend and filling her with everything I can pump out.

Once I've plunged myself as far as I can inside the now weak-at-the-knees bitch below me, I bite down on Samantha's nape dominantly and begin jackhammering violently into her. "This is- a lot more dominant than you usually are, Fraser. Is it the heat?" Samantha asks between moans as I thrust rapidly into her, I can feel the condom filling with my fluids as I pump away inside the luxurious warmth of my girlfriend. "Fraser?"

"Huh?" I grunt dumbly without stopping my thrusting. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry Samantha! I don't know what happened! Are you okay, did I hurt you!?" I say worriedly after immediately removing my jaws from Samantha's nape. My hips stop moving dead in their tracks and I start affectionately licking at where my jaws had been, trying to soothe any pain they might have caused. "I'm so sorry!" I apologise before starting to pull myself out of Samantha.

"Fraser, stop." I stop pulling out of her like she asked, it's the least I can do after what I've just done. "I'm fine, you didn't hurt me. In fact, I kinda liked your more dominant side." She tells me. I feel Samantha moving back and pushing me back into her vagina.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now fuck me!" I tentatively start moving my hips and my mind starts clouding over like before as pleasure starts rippling through me once again. Samantha's moans from below me combined with everything else flicks my mental switch again and with a dominant growl, I bite down over my girlfriend's nape again, showing her just who's in charge. Her folds give little protest as my engorging knot pushes up against her cookie and she orgasms around my length as it stretches her open and moves deeper inside her which drives me wild and spurs my heat-filled mind on. My tip starts spewing my semen as her muscles begin rhythmically pulsing over every inch of my now fully inserted member. In the very back of my mind there's the small thought that I might get her pregnant but it's quickly dismissed as I remember the condom over my penis capturing all of what I can put out, my balls jumping as I shoot into it.

This knowledge does little to slow me down as I violently pull my knot out of Samantha which causes her to yip helplessly as she is powerless to stop me as I quickly and brutally force my almost fully formed knot back into her. The vague thought of maybe having hurt my girlfriend fills my mind just as I feel my knot approaching full size inside her dripping entrance; but despite what it had sounded like, I feel her begin clenching strongly around the base of my knot as she has another orgasm. If the warmth and tightness weren't enough to tip me over the edge, her rapid contractions around my entire member certainly are. My knot swells to full size as my balls draw up against my body and I start shooting my watery semen with increased frequency and intensity, my pleasure made all the better by Samantha's insides seemingly wanting to milk me for every drop of my seed as it feels like they begin swallowing around my length in rippling waves. My tongue lolls out as best it can with my maw still on Samantha's nape as I ejaculate into my love below me while still on her back. We both stay still, panting.

"Oh my god! Fraser!"

"So I didn't screw this up?" I ask, still panting, after hearing Samantha saying my name seems to snap me out of my trance and I release her scruff.

"No, I loved every second of it! I love you so much, Fraser." She turns her head and gives me a few loving licks.

"I love you too." I say as I return her licks affectionately.

After a few more long jets from my penis, I lift my left leg over Samantha's back and get off her so we stand butt to butt on the stone ground while my penis continues to shoot jet after jet into her, the new position meaning there's almost constant pressure on the sensitive base of my knot. Despite my penis being in a seemingly uncomfortable position, there's nothing but pure ecstasy as I unload myself inside a warm body for the first time.

"You know, this is nothing like it is usually." I comment over my shoulder, street lamp light illuminates us both in soft yellow, making Samantha's golden fur shimmer as my eyes take in the beautiful sight of my girlfriend behind me.

"Same here, though that makes me wonder, what do you usually get humpy and knotty with?" She asks curiously. If Samantha could see my face, and if it weren't covered in golden fur, she'd see me blush at that question. I consider refusing to answer but she's my girlfriend and I do have my knot stuck inside her so I reason I can't be embarrassed about these things with her anymore.

"Pillows." I tell her meekly.

"Pillows!?"

"Yeah," I duck my head with embarrassment and try to distract myself by looking at the ground beneath my front paws which fails miserably as my throbbing penis sends pleasure coursing through me. "You try finding something else to do that sort of thing with without looking suspicious! I'm reserving my right to at least own my pillow humping." I add trying now to sound more confident and less embarrassed about it than I am.

"Well, I have a few ideas and a request for when I'm out of heat, so if those work then you can say goodbye to humping pillows."

"But I like my pillow, it's soft and I've been using it for years!" I complained jokily.

"You could always move on up and try couch cushions." Samantha suggests.

"Nah, I've heard they're unwieldy, and besides, they're far too posh for me, give me a nice pillow any day." My knot throbs inside Samantha as we both chuckle, sending pulses of contentment through the both of us and I start feeling a liquid begin pooling against the seal my knot has formed at the entrance to her warm passageway, the condom keeping everything inside itself.

"I guess I know what I should get you for our anniversary th-" Samantha starts before stopping abruptly as the sound of boots approaching fills both our ears. My blood runs completely still as my heart all but stops and I start panicking. "Just pretend you're a non-sentient!" Samantha whispers sharply to me. "We don't have our collars on so we look just like two Golden Retrievers knotted together." If I were in less of a panicked state I probably would have commented that that is literally what we are, but all my mind seems to do is think of us getting caught. "Pick up your collar and chuck it in one of the bushes as well." Samantha says after some more very quick thinking. I do as she says and soon my collar is hidden away in one of the nearby bushes that are dotted at the sides of the path, unlikely to be found unless someone knows where to look for it.

I try my best to calm down in case I freak out and hurt both me and Samantha by pulling too hard on the knot that's lodged firmly inside her. The approaching boots get louder and louder and soon a beam of torchlight lands nearby. One of the university security guards makes her way towards us after her torch lands on me and Samantha.

"Hey! Hey! You two need!-" my blood feels like ice as I think our jig is up but then the avian security guard continues as she moves closer and gets a better look at us. "Oh! You two don't seem to have collars on. Having an open campus with sentient feral dogs running around seems like a bit of a design flaw considering the number of strays in Maple Hills but no, I'm just a lowly security guard, what would_ I know about civic planning and stuff." Samantha kicks the back of one of my legs and I look round at her as she bears her teeth and nods to me. I think I get what she wants me to do so I try to make myself look scary and growl at the guard, hopefully making her think that I'm just some dumb feral trying to protect his bitch. "Woah there fido! I get it, I get it." She says backing away slowly. "I _am going to have to do something about this though." She says to herself after I stop growling. "Hell, you strays don't seem to stick around once the students start moving about the campus so I guess I'm fine to leave you here, I'm sure not going to wait for however long it takes for that knot to shrink, canines are strange. But if I discover you have stuck around I'll make sure to kick you out and scold you with some very strong words." The guard slowly starts walking away, commenting to herself about how she's so bored she's started taking to non-sentient ferals.

Once she's well gone, my heart starts beating again and the embarrassment of being caught with my penis stuck in my girlfriend's vagina by a random security guard at university floods through my brain.

"I'm definitely going to kick Shane out next time we do this just to save us from going through anything that embarrassing ever again. Explaining why can't be as bad as that!"

"Agreed." Samantha says almost equally embarrassed.

We stayed knotted and panting together for at least thirty more minutes before my knot shrinks to a small enough size that I can pull it free from Samantha with a pop. I look back between my legs to see that I've filled the condom quite substantially, my collected fluids all stored inside.

"So um, what do I do with it now?" I ask Samantha shyly after removing the condom from my shrinking penis as it returns to my sheath.

"I'll take care of it." Samantha takes the condom from me and deftly ties it up. "What? I've seen a few videos on how to do that." She says seeing my surprised expression. I retrieve my collar from the bush and Samantha helps me put it back on, I do the same for her and soon we're both kitted out in our collars. "I guess you're gonna have to tell Shane about me if we're going to kick him out next time."

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine." I tell Samantha trying to sound more sure than I actually am.

"Thank you for going along with this, Fraser. I know it was all pretty sudden and we did get caught but I really enjoyed it, and you were great. God, that last bit sounded like I was grading you, sorry! What I mean is that you didn't need to worry about screwing it up, I like the new, more dominant, side of you that it brought out."

"Uh, thanks?" I say back, not really sure how to respond. We both chuckle at my response before giving each other many affectionate licks and saying goodbye to each other.

I pad my way back to my dorm, the night starting to set in as the world starts getting darker and darker, and unlock the door with my identification card before stepping inside. "Probably going to need to take a shower before bed." I mutter to myself. I swear my heart can't take any more surprises without fully leaving my chest as a light switches on and Shane emerges from the dark on a chair.

"I've always wanted to do this cool reveal," he says excitedly. "Sorry for scaring you, I couldn't sleep so I decided to try to find you and join you on your walk." My body freezes as I think about where this might lead. "I couldn't find you so I just stuck around the library, lots of cool things there, and I discovered that that place actually has a closing time. This bird security guard came up to me and told me to be careful because there were two non-sentient ferals on campus."

"Did you see them?" I ask, trying to keep my voice as level as possible as I panic internally.

"No, did you?"

"Yeah, I tried to scare them off but I'm not exactly the most terrifying Golden Retriever in the world." Shane chuckles as I try to put on a mean face to prove my point.

"Well, you have your shower. I guess I'll try sleeping again." Shane says as he gets up from the chair he's in.

"Oh Shane!" I stop him. "I need to tell you that my girlfriend and I may need to kick you out sometimes." I blurt out as quickly as possible while giving the least amount of detail I can.

"Oh, who's the lucky girl? Anyone I might know" He asks with a smirk.

"Um, yeah actually, Samantha..." I look anywhere but where my friend is as I say this. "It's just that she's in heat and well, you know how Catherine is so...."

"Well, I'm happy for you. Samantha's really cool. I'm fine with leaving here every now and then when you two love dogs feel frisky, just don't do anything in my bed, please." Shane accepts everything as though it's just the same as me asking him to do anything else for me.

"Fine, your bed's off limits." I sigh in a jovial way as I feel more confident now that the embarrassing part is over.

"Hang on a minute there Fraser, we haven't seen Samantha today so how could you know she's in heat?" Shane says catching on to a crack. He gives me a questioning smirk before continuing, "Fraser, what exactly did you do on your walk this evening?"