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"Meaghan, would you come into my office?"

Meaghan perked her ears up at her teacher. Now, naturally, the humans_thought_they were the ones training the dogs at the obedience school, but they'd be getting nowhere without the help of Pollack and Trudi. He was a Dalmatian, and she was an Australian Cattle Dog, and Meaghan looked up to both of them. Their owners co-owned the school, using their own dogs to demonstrate and model for their clients.

Meaghan said, "Of course!", tail wagging as the light grey Thai Ridgeback followed Pollack into his office. In truth, it was his _owner's_office, but there was so much going on on the main floor with dogs heeling and sitting and jumping that the Dalmatian often was able to bring students in for private lessons. Meaghan had spent more time with Trudi, to be fair, but she was busy at the moment with Marty and Amelie.

Once inside, Pollack turned to her and said, "You've done a great job, Meaghan. You'll be graduating today, you know that?"

Meaghan nodded enthusiastically, her long tail wagging. "Bobby told me!" Bobby was her human, a thirty-something journalist for a newspaper. She'd only known the man since she was a puppy, but in a short year she'd grown to truly love the red-haired Irishman. He'd treated her well and always spoke in an even, commanding tone - at least once they'd started obedience training! "I'm going to miss you guys..." she added, tail drooping.

"Oh, don't," Pollack smiled. "This school is just a launching ground. You can go on and do whatever you want to, now, with obedience and determination." The Dalmatian stepped toward her. "You're one of my best students."

Meaghan just smiled, tongue dangling forward out of her mouth. "I'm honored, sir."

Pollack walked up beside her, and Meaghan cocked her head. _What is he doing?_He lifted his head and glanced along her short, grey fur. "I've always liked the ridge along your back. Do you mind if I touch it?"

Meaghan spun away from the spotted dog, ears flat. "I'd rather -"

"Stay..." he commanded, and after months of training, she did as she was told.Is this an obedience test? A final?

She stayed put while her teacher ran his chin down her back, ruffling the odd, front-facing fur along her spine that gave her breed its name. "So soft," he said approvingly, and despite herself, Meaghan felt an odd sense of pride. At least, until he reached the base of her tail. She had to will herself to stand still when Pollack nudged his nose beneath her tail for a sniff. Something about his behavior made the gesture seem anything but polite.

He said, "Are you aware you've been in heat the last two days?"

The Ridgeback shivered as she felt his hot breath between her legs, finally breaking her order. She spun away from him, tail flat between her legs. "I...I know," she said uncertainly.

"Stay..." he commanded again, but this time she backed up.

"I really don't think..." she said, not liking the way that Pollack was looking at her one bit. Sure, he was a handsome dog, and she'd had a bit of a crush on him after watching him so effortless breeze through the obedience trials, but he was at least five_times_her age, and nothing good could come from what he was saying. She wasn't even going to be coming back to the school - she'd never see him again!

"Come on, Meaghan, you deserve a little reward for all your hard -"

"Bobby's calling!" she gasped, ears perked up. It sounded like a flimsy excuse, but he really was.

Pollack could hear it just as well, and he sighed with a sad smile. "Good bye, Meaghan, and congratulations. It was a real pleasure to work with you."

Meaghan bolted out the door.

* * * * *

"Good girl!" cooed the young man, as he loaded Meaghan into the car. "You're really good at this stuff - I might even take you to competitions!"

The Thai Ridgeback swelled with pride, wagging her tail as she balanced precariously in the back seat of the little, blue hatchback.

"We should do something to celebrate! How about a trip to the dog park? Show off your new skills to all the uncultured little mutts out there?"

Meaghan_barked_approvingly. She loved showing off, but she loved the dog park evenmore. What a perfect way to celebrate her graduation! Bobby put his foot down on the clutch, hand snaking over to the stick, but he didn't shift into gear. No, he was looking at something, curiously, on the dashboard. The newspaper Meaghan had so carefully brought to him that morning.

"Huh," he said to himself, lifting his left foot. He grabbed the classifieds that were facing upward and read out loud (except for the address and phone number):

"CATHOUSE FOR DOGS"

Featuring a savory selection of Hot Bitches from pedigree (Fifi the French Poodle) to mutts (Lady the Tramp) Handler & Vet on duty - stud & photo service available - no weird-os, please! Dogs only. 1231 W. Francesca. 555-260-3547.

"You know, Meag," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the short-haired, grey dog. "When I graduated from college that's how _I_celebrated. Not with dogs, of course," he laughed. "I wonder if they serve female clientele... You know what, it's worth a look. Let's put the dog park on hold. Francesca Street it is!"

Meaghan's ears drooped, but Bobby was already putting the car into gear. Was she hearing him right? This...'Cathouse for dogs' sounded like a whorehouse! She'd really rather go to the dog park. Besides, she was _pretty sure_that this kind of thing was a sin. _But Bobby did it, and he's a Catholic,_she thought nervously.

He never looked back, so he didn't see her expression until he'd parked right outside the building. It was a seedy, three story apartment building with a rather crass neon sign on the front. During the day, it wasn't lit, but Meaghan could see that the sign was a rear-view of a bitch, her tail raised. She had two tails, which surely meant that at night, it switched between the two to make her appear to be wagging. Meaghan hopped out of the car when Bobby said, "Heel," and followed him into the building.

Inside, the place looked a little better. The front desk area had large, potted ferns that almost looked real, and mostly unscratched wallpaper. The light brown wood on the desk was cheap but sturdy. Behind the counter was the seediest man Meaghan had ever laid eyes on.

He sat back in the chair, his hands clasped in front of himself, watching the new arrivals. He wore a white suit-coat with blue and white stripes that ran up and down, with a blue vest and a bright, white tie. His shoulder-length brown hair looked barely trimmed, half-curly, half-straight. With a smile, the man said, "Welcome, welcome! I see you've brought quite the handsome little fellow."

Meaghan looked up at Bobby, whining softly. This was not the place she wanted to be. That's when she saw him, peeking around the corner of the desk. There was another dog here, a huge, wiry grey/brown dog with long hair that fell down his muzzle into a rather rakish sort of beard. She'd never met an Irish Wolfhound before, so at first she thought he was a mutt. Meaghan took a step back, even as the other dog grinned and stepped out from behind the desk to look at her.

"We don't serve bitches," the dog said, simply.

"Oh, thank goodness," Meaghan replied. _Now_could they go to the dog park? She wanted nothing to do with this place.

The humans, of course, couldn't understand. The proprietor said, "We've got seven bitches to choose from at this time, and assuming you've got papers for your stud that show he's in good health, we'll show your dog the line-up and he can choose."

Bobby didn't bat an eye at the misjudging of Meaghan's gender, odd particularly because her short fur made it obvious that she wasn't packing between the legs. He seemed more interested in the establishment than anything else. "This place is really for real? You're a dog pimp?"

The man grimaced. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jeremy Wadsworth Pennington, and I'm not a pimp. I just offer a service for needy dogs to do something quite natural and healthy that they can't general get anywhere else. Why should Fido have to relieve his urges on a pillow or your leg, when I've got plenty of well-trained, safe bitches, for a fair price."

"What price?" Bobby asked.

Meaghan looked away from the wolfhound's stare, sitting in awkward silence.

"Fifty dollars per session."

"What about...um...puppies? Do you use condoms or something?" Bobby asked, curiously, glancing up and down the walls.

"Just before every session, we give our bitches a dose of Ovaban™, our proprietary birth control that prevents pregnancy. They say it is 99.9% effective, but we've used it more than a thousand times with no accidents. As for sexually transmitted infections...there aren't as many for dogs, but we still require a clean bill of health from your vet, and up-to-date vaccinations, including Kennel Cough."

Bobby smiled. "Do you have a fax machine?"

Mr. Pennington nodded graciously. "Of course. So I take it you are interested?" He grinned down at Meaghan, which made the ridgeback squirm uncomfortably.

The dog spoke again, "Why isn't your human correcting Jeremy about your sex? He's wasting your time."

Meaghan glanced up at Bobby, unsure herself. She slowly brought her eyes up to meet the wolfhound's, and said, "I don't know."

Their question was answered as quickly as it had been asked. Bobby said, "Okay, Pendelton," ignoring the man's quiet correction, "here's the deal. Meaghan here just graduated from obedience school and you and I both know the best way to celebrate is to get laid. I can get you a clean bill, but can _you_get me a stud for her?"

"A stud? We...don't offer that at this time."

"Why not?"

Meaghan could smell the scent of distress from Pennington. "We've never had any female clients before. So...I'm sorry, but -"

Bobby stepped forward, taking out his wallet. "No time like the present to start. Isn't that a male?" he asked, pointing at the Irish Wolfhound.

"Bentley is just a pet," Pennington replied, taking a step back.

"Does he have balls? Would he fuck a bitch in heat?" Bobby asked.

Meaghan gasped, her face flush. She couldn't bear to look at Bentley after such a scandalous question. Why was he doing this to her!?

"Yes, but...wait, she's in heat?"

"Yeah, why'd you think I brought her here? But you've got Ovaban™, right, so there's no problem," Bobby said.

"I really don't think -"

"I've got a hundred dollars to change your mind." He slapped the bill on the desk in front of Pennington, whose eyes fixed on the large bill.

"Now see here, sir, I've got professional integrity!"

Bobby just smiled, and plopped a second bill down. "Two hundred."

Jeremy Wadsworth Pennington paused. He glanced at the money, then at Bentley, and then back to the money. "Sir, I don't think -"

"Take it or leave it."

That got Pennington to listen. He reached out and took the two bills and said, "Follow me."

"What!?" Meaghan gasped. This wasn't really happening!

"Hey!" Bentley barked up at his owner. "I'm not some sort of gigolo!"

"Meaghan,heel." Ears flat, the Thai Ridgeback followed obediently on the left side of her master. She couldn't disobey him, not Bobby.

Pennington had to grab Bentley by the collar and drag him along, though. The two dogs were lead or pulled down the dark hallway, to a large showroom, where there were about a half-dozen bitches in wire-frame kennels. The room was lined with doors to private rooms. Meaghan could smell the heats wafting throughout the room, seven bitches of vastly different sizes ready and waiting for male clients. Meaghan glanced over the whores, wondering what had happened for them to end up in such a deplorable life.

_Is being a John that much better?_Meaghan wondered. First Pollack, and now Bentley, it seemed like she was destined to have premarital sex today. Would God forgive her because she had no choice in the matter? At least Bentley wouldn't leave her with a litter of illegitimate mutts.

"Still need that clean bill of health," Pennington explained.

While Bobby called the vet on his cell phone and got the fax number, Meaghan was forced to wait awkwardly. One of the girls, a Cocker Spaniel, called out, "Hey, Bentley, smells like you've got your first client!"

"Shut up..." the wolfhound groaned.

A rather elegant looking Saluki in the next cage over widened her eyes. "So that's really what's happening? And after all the names you've called us."

"Look, it's not like I _want_this," he grumbled.

Meaghan cocked her head. Was there something wrong with her? "Hey, I'm not so happy either, buddy. I just want to go to the park."

The wolfhound looked surprised. "I thought all bitches were heat-crazy. Look, if you don't want this either, we don't have to do it. We just don't show any interest in each other, and we're done. They can't _make_us do it."

"Fine by me."

"Great," Bentley said, breathing a sigh of relief. "You're not my type."

The long fur on the back of her neck bristled. "Why not?"

A beautiful golden lab that surely must be one of the most popular bitches spoke up, her melodious voice ringing with laughter. "You're a girl."

Bentley rolled his eyes. "I'm gay."

"Oh," was all Meaghan could say. She was pretty sure that was a sin, too, but she had no idea where it stood in comparison to being a prostitute...or paying for one.

The phone call was finally complete, and the papers screeching through the noisy, old fax machine. Meaghan was grateful that Bentley was the only male here. "This way," Pennington said, grabbing a bottle from a nearby counter and leading the three into a nearby side room.

The room was small, and consisted of a small couch, a rectangular central rug, and two nearby chairs. Bobby milled around near one of the chairs, while Pennington twisted off the cap to his bottle. "Ovaban™. Do you want to put it in her throat, or should I? If she isn't good at taking pills, there's some peanut butter in the cupboard there."

Bobby looked up at the young man. "I'll do it." He grabbed the pill and looked at Meaghan. "Stay," he commanded, and Meaghan stayed. "Open up," he said, which wasn't one of her commands. She held her ears flat, but when Bobby put his hands on her head and pried her mouth open, she didn't fight it. He pushed the pill down to the back of her throat and dropped it there.

Meaghan coughed, swallowing the pill reflexively. As much as she wanted to whimper and cower from the strange sensation, she remembered his command and stayed seated. Her ears perked right up when the man she loved said, "Good girl."

"So," Bobby asked. "Do we just leave them to their thing?"

Bentley say Meaghan's hopeful expression, but he said, "No, they'll definitely watch."

Pennington explained a second later. "For liability reasons, I'm required to stay with the dogs at all times. But you are welcome to leave if you wish."

"Hell no," Bobby said, sitting down in one of the two chairs. "I'm telling you one thing - I'm getting a refund if your dog doesn't hold up his end of the bargain."

Pennington scoffed. "I've never see a male back down. But if your bitch won't participate, I'm _not_giving it back."

"She will," Bobby said firmly.

Pennington nodded, taking the other other seat. Both men looked at the two dogs, who glanced at each other. Meaghan said, "This is it? They expect us to mate?"

Bentley shrugged. "Usually works with the bitches. I've only seen one male decline, and that's because he was like me. Owner knew it, too. I think he was trying to 'cure' him."

"Well, no offense, but I'm not especially eager to do this. I know Bobby wants this for me, but...it's wrong. This whole place is wrong. Sires should marry bitches they love and _then_have puppies."

"Offense taken. Do you even listen to yourself?" Bentley asked, ears flat.

"What?"

"What you just said, where does that put someone like me? I'm supposed to be chaste my entire life because I can't marry a bitch or make puppies?"

"Can't? Or won't? Look, I don't make the rules. Father Rover does." Meaghan replied.

Bentley growled. "And what if 'Father' Rover is an asshole who doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about?"

Meaghan blinked. "Umm. He's not! And besides, he hears the rules from the Bible readings at Church. He lives right next to the chapel and listens to every mass."

"And what if the Bible is wrong?"

"God wrote the Bible - it can't be wrong," Meaghan said simply.

While the two dogs spoke, the two men waited impatiently. "Well, Paddington?" Bobby asked, glancing over at the man.

Pennington was sweating, which only matted his long, curly hair. "Sometimes these things take time."

"Mm," was all Bobby could say.

Meaghan said, "Look, all I'm saying is that the natural order of things is a sire and a bitch. I get that's not what you want, but sometimes God asks you to do something you don't want."

Bentley said, "Kind of like our humans." He chuckled, trying to calm himself down. He was really starting to dislike Meaghan. "Jeremy is going to be really mad when we don't mate. He really needs the money."

"Let him be mad," she replied. "This is our choice, after all, and neither of us wants this."

Bentley nodded.

Bobby stood up. "Okay, this is going nowhere."

"Wait!" Pennington gasped. "Meaghan isn't...flirting enough. I have a few safe, simple restraints that might help..."

Bobby gave the man a pitying look. "Restraints? Meaghan, stay," he commanded, and Meaghan froze in place, ears perked up as she looked straight at Bobby. Her tail wagged slowly as she stood otherwise still. "There. She's in heat, she won't move, what more do you want? This is your dog's fault."

"Sit_down_," Bentley whispered. "Don't pretend this is _my_fault."

"I can't! He told me to stay."

"Do you _always_do whatever your human says?"

"Yes," she replied simply.

Pennington stood as well. "Bentley! Come."

Grumbling, the Irish Wolfhound padded over to where his owner stood, which unfortunately was right behind the Thai Ridgeback's raised and wagging tail. Kneeling down, the man whispered, "C'mon Bentley. I know this is your first time, but I really need to seal the deal here. Get a good sniff, okay?"

He couldn't _not_smell the heat-swollen spade just a foot or two from his nose, but he wrinkled his muzzle. Jeremy didn't know his dog was gay, but this was going to pretty well confirm it. Bentley looked straight ahead, pretending the ridgeback wasn't there at all.

Pennington glanced down between his dog's legs and saw nothing. "Okay, wait, I have an idea."

He scrambled over to the drawer and pulled out the jar of peanut butter and a knife. Bobby couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and ask, "Are you _sure_this place is 'dogs only'?"

"This is just for the pill, sir," Pennington said, his disdain for Bobby becoming ever more clear. "But..with your permission - I think if I put a little on...your dog's junk, Bentley will finally get the picture."

"Is it safe?" Bobby asked.

"I'll just put it on the outside."

Bobby nodded, stepping forward to kneel in front of Meaghan. "Stay," he repeated, patting her head.

Meaghan gulped. She glanced over her shoulder at Bentley and Pennington, saying, "He's not really going to -"

She was interrupted as the cool knife slathered the first, creamy layer of peanut butter. She yelped, but stayed put, consoled by Bobby. Pennington smeared the delicious food all the way around her bouncing spade, making the Thai Ridgeback shiver. When he was done, he sat back and pushed Bentley forward.

"Don't do it," Meaghan growled softly.

"But...but_peanut butter,_" Bentley whined. Meaghan wanted to swivel away from him, but she couldn't, not with Bobby telling her to stay. She whimpered, helpless to stop the wolfhound from pushing his nose right up against her swollen spade and giving her a big, unwanted lick.

"Hey!" she gasped. But there was more peanut butter to get, and Bentley wasn't about to stop. He began lapping harder, curling his tongue up and down her trembling pussy. He gulped down food and juice alike, his nostrils flaring and full of her beckoning heat.

Surely it wouldn't work, though, Meaghan prayed.

Only, when the peanut butter was gone, her ears went flat at his next sentence. "God, that...tastes good." At first she hoped he was still talking about the peanut butter, but a second later, she felt him ram his huge, wet tongue into her rigid mound.

Yelp!_She whined as he invaded her young body. With Pollack, she'd swivelled away, but a command from Bobby was a _command. Her legs trembled, but she stayed put, ears laid back and she focused on the cooing "It's okay, girl, it's okay," from Bobby.

Bentley had sure smelled a lot of heats in his day, but he'd never _tasted_one. What he wouldn't have given for a big, red cock to be swinging beneath the ridgeback's legs, but the taste alone was enough to drive him deeper. He _slurped_noisily into her fertile pussy, spreading her lips wide as he drilled deep for each new drop of arousal. As much as Meaghan wanted to run, her rump was certainly primed and ready to go. She was reflexively clenching around him.

"God, what am I doing?" he gasped between licks, feeling his cock harden for a girl for the first time in his life. Red pushed out of his wiry, grey sheath.

Meaghan whined, "Stop it, Bentley! Stop!"

Pennington said, "See, he just needed some...encouragement. C'mon boy!Up!"

Bentley guzzled at her dripping opening, managing to gasp, "I can't stop it, Meaghan - turn around, sit down, do something!"

The ridgeback whimpered and started to sit down, but Bobby was repeating, "Good girl - stay.Stay." What could she do? She shivered and stood still, her short-haired rump quivering in the air.

"Up!" Pennington said one more time, and this time, Bentley listened.

The large wolfhound hopped onto her back, whining. "This...isn't right..." he gasped.

"Then stop!" Meaghan yipped.

"I...I can't!" He shimmied up her body, his thick fur like a warm blanket over her short. In seconds, his paws were around her hips, and his slick tip was pressing up against her virgin hole. "_You_stop!" he growled.

Bobby patted Meaghan on the head and whispered, "Happy Graduation!"

Meaghan tossed her head back and whined, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere. This was really going to happen. She was going to lose her virginity to some gay dog in a seedy whorehouse. Why couldn't he have just taken her to the park?

"I'm sorry, Meaghan," Bentley whimpered.

Thrust!

The wolfhound was huge. Meaghan's eyes popped open as his fat cock speared right into her puffed-up spade, spreading her wide until the bony tip smashed into her tight, pelvic hole. His thrust was at the wrong angle, being used to another hole, but the heat frenzy had demanded he make use of her puppy chamber. Besides, she wouldn't be at all ready for his enormous dick in her tailhole. Bentley groaned, letting the force of his humping guide him up and into her virgin hole. His claws dug into her short-furred abdomen, paws rubbing accidentally against two of her pert, pink teats.

Bentley whined, pounding forward despite himself. She was so tight he gritted his teeth, wondering why it felt so damned good. He was _gay_for Christ's sake, but he was pumping her like a yearling plowing his first backfield. He knew she didn't want it either, though it was hard to tell from the way she was squeezing down around his red rocket.

"Oh, God!" she gasped out blasphemously, as she was shoved forward into Bobby. The Irishman held her in place, patting her head as she was violated. While she had nothing against cocks in general, she had plenty of reasons to disapprove of _this._Bentley was batting for the other team, and she'd learned since she was a pup that mating was for a married couple that loved and cared for each other. Thank goodness she'd taken that pill beforehand...that was probably a sin, too, but she doubted God would be too offended, considering.

But as much as she hadn't chosen to be barking beneath Bentley, she couldn't deny the way his cock made her feel. Pleasure coursed through her young, virgin body, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. Sex for pleasure was wrong, for sure, and she'd never meant to dirty herself like this. She was just obeying Bobby! But now that it was happening, she couldn't stop herself from whimpering and clenching down around him, bucking up and down as she lost her cherry.

"Damn, this feels _way_too good," Bentley whined, slamming up into her.

"I...thought you were gay...!" she panted, enjoying the way his thick belly fur grinded against her backwards-facing ridge along her spine.

"Nnng..." he gasped. "I thought I was too..." As much as he missed the feeling of thrusting deep only to have his balls slap_against his lover's own danglers, there was something addictive about the soft, wet massage she was giving his throbbing cock. She was almost as agile as another guy's tongue, but warmer, and somehow _wetter. She was squirming like a bitch in heat, leaving the wolfhound gasping and drooling onto her smooth back.

"Just...hurry up!" she whined, but she knew she wasn't being honest with herself. She slammed her hips up and down, whimpering in sheer bliss as he popped the cork to her bottle of Mons Perignon. If Bobby did this, then maybe it wasn't so bad? She squeezed down around Bentley, grinding her claws into the rug beneath her.

Pennington just watched with a self-satisfied grin, his hand resting gleefully on his pocketbook, but Bobby leaned forward, petting his pumping pet and saying, "Good girl, Meaghan, just relax and enjoy yourself."

She whined, wondering who to listen to: Bobby, or God. Rover always talked about how dogs were supposed to honor and obey their human masters, but what if they were commanding her to sin? She didn't know what to do until she felt something growing inside of her. Her throbbing spade was stretching out from within, getting bigger and tighter with each passing second until every last square-inch of her pussy was rubbing up against his fat, swollen cock. The sheer pleasure wracking her young body was enough to get her to side with Bobby.

"Oh, God, don't stop!" she howled, her spade now just a swollen bulb. Bentley wasn't about to back out now, not with his knot sealed inside her cum tomb.

Bentley groaned, "Meaghan..." He could hardly see straight with the way she gyrated in sharp, short circles, her vice grip pumping him like a milkmaid. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" he said, exhaling warm breath all over the back of her neck.

The Thai Ridgeback glanced over her shoulder, jaw dropped as she moaned, "Do it! This is so wrong, but I don't care. Fill me up!"

He may be gay, but that didn't mean he wasn't a gentleman. He obliged her request, jabbing deep and holding himself there, his bony tip grinding against her virgin womb. Squeezing will all his muscles at once, he dug his claws into her fur for a better grip and then_howled_. Meaghan tossed her head back, joining him, her rump exploding into a series of rapid, grunting spasms, her pussy massaging the fat cock inside her as it began to erupt.

She could feel his balls pulsing as the first, heady _splurts_gushed into her. Warm, wet fluid coursed through her tight passage, drenching everything it touched. Wave after wave splattered against her waiting womb until her wall could hold the hordes back no longer. Her ears went flat as she heard the next squirt squeeze straight into her deepest chamber, Bentley draining himself into her most intimate space.

"Take it all, bitch!" he groaned, and not for the first time. He'd always liked feminizing his partners, but this time she was actually a bitch. "I hope you're ready for puppies, because here they come!"

Meaghan blinked. "Puppies? But I thought..."

Bentley gasped, "Ovaban™ is just a sugar pill." He leaned forward and released another sticky load straight into her fertile womb. "Jeremy just uses it to reassure people that it's just harmless fun."

Meaghan gasped, still pumping her hips furiously. "Why...didn't you say something!?"

"Believe me, becoming a dad is the _last_thing I expected to be doing today!" he whimpered.

Meaghan could only shudder and whine as the gay dog bred her, humping as he squeezed load after load into her defenseless cooch. A belly full of mutts changed the calculus considerably - she'd never have let him mount her if she'd known. Puppies needed a father and a mother, and she wasn't ready! She was just two years old, how could she raise a litter on her own?

Bobby looked on, oblivious to what was happening at that very moment in the wet, sticky fusion of the canine's loins. Meaghan whimpered, wondering what he would think when her belly started to grow. What would God think? Was this His punishment for letting this get so far? For enjoying it so much? Even now, as he pumped her full of puppies, she was bucking blissfully, unable to resist the sheer joy of her first, ecstatic copulation. How could something so wrong feel so right? With a high-pitched squeal, she said, "More!"

The damage was already done. She felt his cum sloshing around inside her nubile, unprotected womb, each of her eggs surely basted in his baby batter. She clenched down hard, rocking up and down, panting uncontrollably. Bobby said, "There you go, Meaghan. I knew you'd like it."

"Shit, Meaghan...I'm sorry," Bentley said, giving a final few weak thrusts. "I never thought -"

"It's okay," the ridgeback panted. "I know you didn't want this anymore than I did."

The large wolfhound finally climbed off her back, turning around until his engorged knot was tugging gently at her inflated pussy. "At least not at first. Is it weird that I...really enjoyed that?"

"Maybe God wanted this so that you'd turn away from your sin," Meaghan said hopefully.

Bentley just laughed. "Well, he really fucked up, then, because that ain't going to happen. But I just might give bitches another look, too."

Meaghan wasn't sure what she could say to reform the wolfhound, but maybe that wasn't in the cards. She'd go to confessional and tend to her pups, and trust in God to enact His own will. With a loud sigh, she rubbed her head against Bobby's firm hands, and allowed her tail to wag.

* * * * *

Two months and two weeks had passed when Bobby returned to the Cathouse for Dogs carrying a basket, with Meaghan hot on his heels. Jeremy Wadsworth Pennington knew immediately why the angry Irishman was there. He could see the large, floppy teats on the Thai Ridgeback. Still, he asked, "Hello, sir. How may I help you?"

"Look at this," Bobby growled, opening the basket to reveal six adorable little mutts with wiry grey fur and floppy ears.

Pennington peeked inside the basket and said, "I'm sorry, but we don't serve clients so young. Are they even weaned?"

"Really funny," Bobby said, with no humor in his eyes.

While the two men talked, Meaghan spied the proud father peeking from behind the counter. He looked very uncertain, but she marched right up to him. "Bentley..." she said.

"Hi, Meaghan," he replied, tail still.

"I just thought you should know - you're a father."

"I...actually already knew that," the wolfhound said, glancing up and down at Meaghan.

"But now you know for sure. And look, I don't blame you, and I totally get that you can't be there for the pups. I'll be okay, and so will the pups. But I do want them to meet their father, just once."

Bentley sighed. "I'm glad you don't hold it against me. But I really mean it, I knew I was a father. After you left I couldn't get your scent out of my head. I have to spend my nights in a kennel now because I kept breaking into the girls' rooms. They don't make fun of me anymore. I got two more litters on the way."

Meaghan blinked, pushing back some irrational jealousy to ask, "Does that mean you aren't..."

He shook his head. "I guess that makes me Bi."

Meaghan sighed. "Well, at least that's progress."

Bentley just chuckled.

Pennington said, "Look, I _told_you the odds were only 99.9%, and heck, we were overdue for an accident. You knew the risks."

Bobby said, "Ovaban™ isn't even a real product! I can't find it anywhere on the net."

"It's proprietary, patent pending, sir. Now if you would kindly leave..."

Bobby glanced down at the puppies, three males and three females, their eyes finally open, little tails wagging constantly. For mutts, they weren't so bad looking, but he knew they'd grow fast and they'd grow big. How was he going to find homes for all of them? What a headache!

Yip!

Both men glanced down. At their feet, they saw Bentley on Meaghan's back, and he was pumping his cock into her once again. She wasn't in heat, of course, but based on her wagging tail and wide grin, she didn't seem to mind. Her teats swung back and forth beneath her as they did it one more time, for old time's sake.

Pennington glanced over at Bobby, sizing him up, and said, "This isn't a freebie. You owe me two hun-"

The look on Bobby's face was more than enough to change Pennington's sentence. "I mean, fifty bucks."