Hunter awoke alone in the large master bedroom. The merle Australian Shepherdess rubbed her head, blinking blue eyes adjusting to the morning light that poured in through the bedroom window. She'd had just enough wine the night before to wake up feeling groggy and disoriented, but not quite enough to forget what happened. Not quite enough to doubt the memories that filled her increasingly canine mind, even if she wished she could. 

	Riley had fucked her. Oh god, she remembered every last bit of it. The feel of his paws possessively gripping her while her canine sex hungrily clasped down around his knot, his length pulsing and twitching wildly as he emptied himself deep inside of her. A soft moan escaped her lips and she realized that her paw felt wet before noticing that it had slipped unbidden down between her legs, rubbing over her canine vulva. 

	Was she going to get pregnant now? She wondered as she managed to force herself out of bed. What did Riley think? What would their lives even be like now? She felt uncomfortable and awkward, those emotions mixed with the lustful instinct of the heated bitch that she found herself trapped as. It wasn't so long ago that she was a human male.. but that life seemed so very distant nowadays that it barely entered her consciousness. 

	The two feral dogs they kept on the farm were waiting for her when she came downstairs, eager to be fed. She obliged then watched them eat as she cooked her own breakfast, a healthy portion of farm-fresh eggs. The dogs were near duplicates of Hunter and Riley, only in feral form. 

	She focused her attention particularily on the non-anthro aussie that bore her resemblance. It was weird to think that she shared genetics with the bestial creature, all because of the virus that'd turned her into this. At least, that's what the radio said. Far as she understood it, all the canine DNA in her came from the feral shepherdess, injected by some virus and forced to mix up with the genes that were already there. That almost made them sort-of-kinda related, she thought. Like, maybe sisters? Or half-sisters? Half.. twins?

	They were farm dogs, kept around for their ability to herd cattle and keep away pests. Because of this, they were never given proper names. For the first time in her life that seemed strange, almost wrong. She felt uniquely connected with the feral shepherdess, almost more than simply just related. 

	The dog noticed she was being watched and walked over with a wag of the tail. Hunter smiled down and offered a few quick pets, "Good girl! You know, I couldn't have asked for a better donor.. I just wish you were a damn boy!" She bemoaned and shook her head a few times as she continued to pet the dog, "I know that's not your fault, though. I'll think up a good name for you soon. After all, you're basically family at this point." 

	Her mind wandered as she ate her breakfast and she noticed that Riley was already out tending to the horses. They still had a farm to take care of, granted.. but shouldn't they be talking about last night? Were they really not going to talk and she was just supposed to get to work like nothing had happened? She felt vaguely betrayed and upset that he'd left her to wake up alone, but she didn't understand why. The shreds of masculinity that remained from her former self stopped her from stretching those emotions far enough to realize that she simply missed his presence. 

	After breakfast she walked out to where Riley was working with the horses. She tried her best not to admire the nude, muscular Adonis figure that the Belgian Shepherd struck when he worked the fields. His tail wagged when he noticed her walking over, nostrils flaring when she got close. 

	"Hey!" The big black dog smiled, "I figured you could use the rest so I, uhh.."

	Hunter shook her head, "Use the rest? And why would that be, hmm?" she asked intently, glaring up at the larger dog.

	Riley blinked, "I, uhm.. well, I just thought.." he stammered awkwardly and paused. "If you're not though, I mean. If you've got the energy, I haven't fed the chickens or anything yet." He lifted a paw and pointed to the nearby chicken coop. 

	The aussie paused and searched for words. She almost wanted to scold him, but that hardly seemed right. She knew that last night wasn't entirely his fault. It was hard to blame him for doing what comes naturally, and she'd learned herself just how hard it is to ignore her canine instincts. She was in heat, after all.

	In the end she just didn't know what to say. With a shrug and a nod she turned and walked towards the chicken coop, Riley watching her every step of the way. Of course she didn't realize the way her hips swayed so seductively, completely oblivious to her arched tail advertising her potent heat to the bigger canine as she walked away. 

	Hunter tried her best to start having a normal day. She let the chickens out of their coop, collected the eggs, cleaned up the fenced in area that the birds got to run free in and of course fed them. They'd been squabbling lately over the feed, so she decided to make sure it was well spread out so that each bird could get a fair share, silently praising herself for being so thoughtful. She tried to put Riley out of mind as much as she could, but from time to time she still found herself looking over towards the stables. She noticed that the black Belgian Shepherd seemed to be keeping his eyes on her. The attention made her feel good, in a strange kind of way.

	Riley's day started getting less and less normal from the moment Hunter came outside. He figured that she would have something to say to him after last night, but she just went right to work! At least she wasn't mad, he guessed. Just the thought that she might not be mad at him made him eager and excited - maybe she'd be up for another ride, then? He grinned as he watched her work, his sheath bulging until the tip of his slick canine length emerged. It was so hard to resist his mind slipping to a more primal state with her intoxicating heat-scent constantly torturing his sensitive olfactory. 

	He watched as she fed the chickens. She was walking around with a bucket of feed, but instead of just tossing handfuls like most would she made a point of dumping individual piles of feed and then bending over to spread each one out individually by hand. Each time she bent over her rump faced the stables and Riley, tail flagged showing off her dark, puffy vulva and he swore that he even saw her looking back over her shoulder at him a few times! She had to know what she was doing to him, right? Something about her actions triggered his deepest canine instincts, advertising her need and desire so prominently. His hips arched forward, arousal straining his black-furred sheath, then his feet started moving and he was walking. 

	Hunter was almost finished tending to the chickens when she noticed an area of the fencing that had been tunneled under. She figured a fox or raccoon must've dug it, but thankfully all the birds were accounted for. She decided she'd rather not walk all the way to the shed to grab a shovel and dropped down on hands and knees, digging and scooping dirt to fill in the hole with her bare paws. 

	Something about the dirt between her claws made her feel animalistic and wild, but not in an uncomfortable way. Those claws and paws were so perfectly suited for the task that she felt a profound sense of belonging and relaxation as she filled in the hole. It was as if every other time in her life she'd moved dirt she'd been fighting against it, but now her paws were working in accord with the soft, cool earth beneath. It gave her a strange sense that she was a part of a coherent whole.

	The aussie continued to enjoy the feel of the cool earth on her pawpads for a few moments longer even after finished, mindlessly pawing at the dirt until a sudden sensation rudely snapped her out of her peaceful introspection. 

*********

	A black-furred paw roughly grabbed Hunter's tail right at the base, followed by another one wrapping around her hip and gripping down along her inner thigh. She jumped and barked loudly! Riley simply couldn't resist the insistent urges from his primal hindbrain any longer, it was obvious this was what she needed! He held her hips firmly in place and nudged his forward until his throbbing tip kissed up against her spade, his haunches rocking and grinding.

	Hunter whimpered and opened her maw to speak but before she could get a word out she felt that tapered tip spreading her vulva and wedging inside to nudge firmly up against her clit, making her gasp and moan as her claws dug into earth and dirt. Another swift jerk of Riley's hips was accompanied by a possessive growl as he leaned down over her, burying himself until his sheath snugged up against her lewdly stretched spade, his canine shaft still not having grown to full length quite yet.

	"Oh god! I.. " she moaned incoherently as that slick dog cock continued to swell to full thickness and length inside of her, "... please." She barely huffed out, the overzealous Belgian Shepherd giving her no time to adjust nor protest. He immediately started to work his bestial shaft in and out, rapidly building up to the pace of an eager feral as his heavy balls loudly smacked her wet spade-shaped vulva over and over again. Part of her wanted to scream and run - the part of her past self that remained - but chained to canine instinct and heat she could only duck her head, fold her ears and whimper submissively as her best friend fucked her senseless once again.

	The Australian Shepherd moaned out desperately with each deep thrust as the larger dog huffed and growled over her, leaning down and gripping the scruff of her neck in his jaws. She could feel his knot starting to swell, her canine sex clamping down behind the base of it as those frantic thrusts became short and overwhelmingly intense, the aggressive rhythm roughly rocking her back and forth. 

	Her haunches started rolling and grinding right back against Riley's crotch, the larger dog moaning and growling loudly into her ear. The sensation of her powerful vaginal muscles gripping firmly around his growing knot made him grit his teeth, then she started yowling and tensing beneath him before convulsing in orgasmic bliss. The feel of her feral breeding tunnel squeezing and milking rhythmically around his bare canine shaft was all he could take.

	With a few last rough, powerful jerks of his hips he moaned and sighed happily, tongue hanging from his open panting maw while his length twitched and throbbed inside his bitch, overflowing her womb with hot canine spunk. Spurt after spurt, coating her insides and making sure that any eggs he missed the first time around well and truly became his pups. 

	His pistoning hips made his buried knot tug at Hunter's vaginal walls so hard it felt like he was going to pull her inside-out, yelping and yowling in protest as she came down from the high of her initial peak. He mercifully calmed himself until his haunches were mostly still, moving only to stiffen and arch snug against her backside with each sporadic load he kept shooting into her ripe young womb. 

	Hunter quieted herself to soft whimpers and whines as she caught her breath, unable to stifle the sounds of discomfort as her body simply wasn't used to being stretched by the bulk of Riley's massive knot yet. The way Riley rubbed over her white-furred thighs and belly, huffing heated breaths as he licked over her nape and ears was strangely comforting and after a few minutes she started to adjust to the swollen bulb firmly locked up inside of her.

	The initial dizziness and euphoria wore off for the Australian Shepherd. Superficial shame and embarassment combined with a deep sense of satisfaction to totally confuse her emotionally as she started to regain her cognitive senses. She looked up to see the elated expression on Riley's canine face as his cock proudly throbbed inside of her. He sure seemed happy, she thought. Like really, really happy. The idea that she could make him so happy brought her a brief moment of joyous pride before another tinge of embarassment arose to remind her precisely how she'd made him that delighted. 

	She met his gaze with her sky-blue eyes and then spoke to him in the meekest, least aggressive tone ever spoken, "Riley, you can't..." she paused and cleared her throat,  ".. you can't just grab me and fuck my brains out whenever you want to.." 

	The large black dog on top of her laughed so hard that it shook her whole body, "Me!? You were begging for it!", he said incredulously, flexing his hips and moaning afterwards as he kept emptying herself into her. "Strutting around, wiggling your hips, lifting your tail and constantly bending over to show off to me.. there's only so much a dog can resist!" 

	She whimpered and shook her head back and forth, "No! I can't help it, I swear I don't even notice doing anything like that at all! It's no fair, you're just taking advantage of my.."

	He interrupted, cutting her off, "You can't control yourself, but you expect me to? That doesn't seem fair either."  He flexed his hips and grit his teeth as Hunter felt another hot splash hit up against her cervix. "We're in the same situation here, it's just as hard for me! I was over at the stables. Felt like I blinked and the next thing I knew I was.."

	She spoke up louder than she had yet, "But what if I get pregnant or something? What are we going to do?", she cried out with an emotional whine. 

	Riley blushed and nuzzled down over her ear, one of his paws stroking over her lower abdomen, "I promise I'll do everything I can to take care of whatever the hell comes out of you.. We will together."

	She looked up to him hopefully and a smile broke her serious expression, "Well, maybe. We'll see. You know, maybe it won't.. or I can't.. ." She paused briefly to collect her thoughts before continuing, "We turned into this and we don't know how anything works yet, so maybe it won't..."

	Riley shook his head, "Maybe, I guess. But I really doubt it. I wasn't sure when we first changed, but now that you're in heat I'm pretty sure. I figure you wouldn't go into heat unless you had all the parts working to do the rest of it, too."

	Hunter ducked her head a little. "Oh.." She said solemnly.

	The Belgian Shepherd continued, "I know with breeding dogs most of the bitches that'll never take just never go into heat. Now, sometimes you'll get a bitch who doesn't take the first time, but then she will on the second or third try..."

	She mustered up the meanest sounding growl she could manage. Riley found it particularly cute, chuckling as she barked at him, "Then stop trying, you bastard horndog! God! Is that what you think of me as now? Some bitch?!"

	He shook his head quickly, "No! Well, technically yes.. but also no!" He feigned a whimper when she reached up and slapped at him, trying to stifle a laugh. God, she was moody, he thought. She'd flip from sad to happy to excited to tired to angry in seconds. He wondered if this was what having a girlfriend was like. 

	She huffed, just about pouting, "I never wanted any of this.."

	Riley nodded, "I know. I didn't want this anymore than..." He stopped and groaned as his knot had deflated enough for his cock to spill out of her all in one instant, immediately accompanied by a wet flood of their mixed pleasure. Hunter gasped and jumped, shuddering at the sensation. It was followed by a profound emptiness when he took his paws off of her and stood up. "I'm sorry. If it means anything, I really am.." he offered as genuinely as he could.

	She tried to get to her feet and eventually managed to despite her wobbly, unsteady legs. "I'd be sorry too if I wasn't the one who was going to end up pregnant. But I guess I forgive you anyway." She hugged him and leaned in against his masculine frame, nuzzling her head into his black chestfur. She desperately wanted to feel his arms wrapped around her again, the absence such a profound loss even if just for a brief moment. He thankfully obliged, holding her close and affectionately kissing her forehead. 

	The big black shepherd felt a deep sense of pride and satisfaction as he held her there, feeling for the first time that she truly belonged to him. She was his bitch! He grinned smugly while keeping that thought to himself. But there was no denying it, she was right here falling into his arms after he was buried up to his furry balls in her moments ago! He was pretty sure she couldn't help herself anymore than he could at this point, right?

	Riley's ears perked as an idea came to him. He spoke down to the smaller canine, "Tell you what. How about we make a little bet.."

	She looked up to him, "Hmm? I'm listening."

	He kept on talking, "I won't fuck you again if you just tell me no.." 

	She barked out, "You didn't even give me a chance this time!"

	The black dog paused as he was interrupted, then continued, "I'm sorry! I promise though, never again.. you'll always have the chance. I promise. I'll, uhh... count to three or something."

	Hunter shook her head, "I don't get it, what's the bet?"

	Riley smiled broadly, "Well, I'm betting that you can't say no through the rest of your heat. If you can resist the whole time, I'll do all your work around here for a month!"

	The Australian Shepherd thought for a moment before responding, "Hmm. And.. if I don't?"

	His smile stretched to a grin, "I'll be happy enough when you can't say no.." She'd went along with this and heard him out longer than he thought she might. Would she see through this ruse and realize what he was doing? That he was tricking her into...

	She perked up and grinned back at him, "I'll be really happy when you're doing my chores for a month!" Her tail wagged excitedly behind her. She was falling for it...

	Riley tilted his head, "We have a bet then?" 

	She nodded firmly, "We have a bet!"

	He licked at her snout and nuzzled her ear, his breath hot as he spoke a single word, "Good." His proudly arched tail wagged eagerly. He guessed that she'd last a few days at best. She'd pretty much given him an invitation to get close whenever he wanted now - he knew she couldn't say no for long.

*********

	The two dogs went their seperate ways to finish the day's work. It was hard labor managing the farm and by the time they'd finished the sun was already setting. They'd worked on different parts of the estate the rest of the day, not particularly avoiding each other but simply trying get the work done as efficiently as possible. Both exhausted, they finally sat down for a well deserved dinner together. 

	Hunter was voraciously hungry, already thinking about second helpings as she tore into her first chunk of meat. They seemed to care less each passing day about the table manners and etiquette the former farmhouse owners had tried to instill in them, eating more like the dogs they'd become and eschewing utensils. 

	"I'm starving." She said. "So tired but so hungry. I need more." She finished her last scraps quickly and went to the kitchen.

	Riley watched the Australian Shepherdess as she walked away, eyes focused on her arched tail and rounded rump, his nostrils flaring and breathing in the mixed scents of cooked meat and inviting heat. He felt a familiar rise in his loins and decided that he could go for a second helping, too. There was a hop in his step as he stood to follow her into the kitchen.

	There she was, bent over with her head in the fridge, tail lifted high revealing her puffy spade to the amorous male. How could he possibly turn that down? He stepped up behind her and settled his paws around her hips, easing up against her hind end until she felt the fur of his sheath and his canine tip right on her vulva. "Mmmmm...", he huffed softly.

	Hunter tensed and froze, looking back over her shoulder at Riley in her compromising position. Her breaths were shaky as she quivered with need, completely unable to drop her hips or lower her tail, "Oh god.. I-I thought you weren't going to..."

	"Three." He said as his paws teased sensitive nipples along her lower abdomen, his hips lewdly mashing his sheath firmly against her canine spade. "Two.." His tip nudged at her opening, just barely shy of slipping inside..

	"Wait! No!" She said firmly. It was admittedly difficult to do so, but the fact that she had food on her mind and her head in a cold fridge certainly helped. "Please..", she whimpered softly.

	Riley reluctantly pulled himself away from her, "As you wish. If you're making some more though, can you make extra? I'm still really hungry too." He gently patted her rump then turned to walk back out of the kitchen as she answered, "Sure.."

	Hunter felt an immediate sense of regret and disappointment when he pulled away. She was left standing there, bent over, tail raised - and now with just that brief bit of attention, she was aroused and needy as all hell. She growled and whimpered in frustration at the fire in her loins. She grabbed some meat out of the fridge and put it in the oven, trying to get her mind back on track. 

	Riley grinned to himself when he heard that whimper and growl from the other room. He was already getting to her! He reached under the table and rubbed at his stiffening canine length before restraining himself with a few deep breaths. Soon, he thought.

	It wasn't long before Hunter came back out with more cooked meat, tossing a chunk on the table in front of the Riley. She seemed agitated and felt frustrated. If she got her way when Riley stopped, then why did she feel so damn bad about it? She sort of felt better when she didn't get her way. Why live with such frustration? She was probably pregnant already, she thought as she ate.

	Her breaths were heavy and she couldn't help but advertise the emotions she was experiencing, "I think I might go to bed soon. I'm really beat after today.." She rubbed her eyes and yawned after finishing the last of her meal.

	Riley nodded. "That's fine. You deserve the rest. I was thinkin' about checkin' out the radio first though, see if anything new comes through. Did you want to try with me?"

	The blue merle shepherdess shrugged, "I guess so. But if it's like last time then anything new is just going to be more bad news.." Her ears drooped.

	"Come on." He said as he put a paw on her shoulder, "It's not all bad, we still have this farm. We still have each other." Her ears perked and she couldn't help but faintly smile. The two made their way upstairs to the master bedroom.

*********

	Hunter sat on the bed patiently as Riley turned on the radio. When he did they were met with the disappointment of only a low static hiss. 

	She yawned and laid back on the large mattress, "You're sure that's the station it was on before?"

	The black dog nodded, "Pretty sure, unless you bumped the knob or something."

	The shepherdess stuck her tongue out in retort, "Unless you did, you mean!"

	The pair stared in silence at the radio for a few moments before Riley reached for the tuning knob, turning it with his paw. "I guess we can check for..."

	He was cut off as the speaker crackled to life, blaring patriotic sounding music so loudly that he quickly reached to adjust the volume. It went on for a moment before there was a cut to silence, followed by a husky male voice booming out of the radio. It was most definitely not the voice they'd heard on past transmissions:

	"This is a public update on the status of Secana County and the greater tri-county region. Infection rates in area are believed to have reached 100%. Post-infection survival rate in area is estimated below 9%."

	Hunter shook her head, "Nine percent?" echoing the radio in disbelief before Riley shushed her. 

	"Due to the great losses suffered by the many who didn't make it through their conversions, population is sparse. Gas reserves in the area have been exhausted, making long-distance travel by roadway impossible. Most public works and services are non-existent, priorities have demanded we focus limited resources on keeping the main power plant in Secana operational."

	The voice paused and inspirational music started to come in, quietly at first but gradually building in volume. Suddenly the tone of the message shifted to motivational, almost patriotic. The narrator continued on while the song played:

	"We may be few, but we are strong! Out of the chaos a new interim government has been formed in Secana, county seat and largest city in the tri-county area. Our main goal is a return to a normal life for those who remain - as normal as possible that is! We can accomplish this, but we need more people, creatures, beasts or whatever you may have become! The power plant in Secana is running with less than the minimum required staff, who are barely able to keep it operational working 16 hour days."

	Riley sat on the bed next to where the shepherdess was laying, "Secana isn't that far. Maybe 25, 30 miles." This time it was Hunter's turn to shush him.

	"We have also restored an antique steam train to working condition, with enough coal on hand for several trips to nearby cities to re-establish trade. We are currently recruiting crew members for the train operation as well as extra staff for the power plant. Food and shelter will be provided, but these are mostly to be considered volunteer opportunities. For more information, inquire at the Secana Capitol Building during daylight hours. YOU can be the biggest player in restoring peace for all of us. What are you waiting for? Come to Secana today!"

	The music continued on for several minutes before the message looped. The two dogs sat there on the bed silently and tried to process what they'd heard, re-listening to the announcement several times before either of them spoke again. 

	Riley finally broke the silence, "Are we going, then?"

	Hunter took a while to respond, eventually shaking her head. "I don't think we should. We have everything we need out here, right?"

	Riley nodded, "I guess so. It's just that.. if you're gonna end up.. or if you're already.." He choked up and had trouble getting the words out, gently patting her lower abdomen with a paw to get his point across.

	The shepherdess looked him his eyes, "Another good reason to stay then. We don't know what's out there anymore. There's no tellin' what we could run into if we tried to make that trip. And no guarantee that life would be better once we got there."

	She paused and looked down over her canine form thoughtfully, a body she was slowly starting to feel more comfortable and familiar with. "Besides, that's a nuclear power plant out there. That doesn't feel safe to me. At least it feels safe here." She laid her head on the black dog's chest as he settled on the bed next to her.

	An arm reached down, snugging her closer before casually rubbing over her ears and petting her head. "If you want to stay, then we stay. No question."

	The smaller canine nodded with a yawn, "Good.. I'm really tired. I think it's my turn in the big bed tonight. So.."

	Riley interrupted her without pause, "I was just thinking how it really doesn't make sense to take turns anymore. This bed is plenty big for both of us.."

	The Australian Shepherdess whimpered softly, "But.." She felt so conflicted, longing for his presence while at the same time far too embarrassed to share a bed with a horny male dog!

	Riley didn't skip a beat, though. He kept right on with his well-thought out argument, not letting her get more than a word in edgewise before he finished, "We both work really hard every day, right? So why don't we both deserve to sleep in the most comfortable bed every night? Those other beds suck!"

	Hunter sighed and shook her head, but couldn't think of a thing to say in response, and so she conceded defeat, "Fine, I guess we can both sleep in here.." Despite the negative timbre to her voice, her tail starting thumping excitedly against the bed as she thought about spending every night next to the big Belgian Shepherd. Riley grinned smugly.

*********

	The radio crackled and the transmission cut out for several seconds before it came back on and a new voice greeted the audience of two, still male but higher pitched and with a strange sibilance that seemed uniquely reptilian. The host spoke with a bizzare rhythm and cadence that was slightly unsettling:

	"Now sss'ettle back for --- 

		--- anothhh'er nine to five nightly of only ---

	--- thhh'e best songs in the --- world. If we got ---

		--- it, we'll play it! Coming from thhh'e only ---

	--- live radio sss'tation left in Sss'ecana, 92.1 FM, the ---

		--- 'Sssss'nake!"

	Music started playing once the host finished speaking. Riley and Hunter were transfixed, not having enjoyed the luxury of such entertainment in months. The shepherdess looked over to the larger dog, "Can you believe it?"

	The black dog perked an ear, "I know! What's up with that snake dude, right?? That had to be a snake-person on the radio just now, right? So glad I don't sound like that! Shit's fuckin' crazy!" 

	Hunter shook her head and laughed, "I mean the music! He said they play music after nine o'clock every night! I never.. I didn't know if we'd ever.." She got a little choked up and maintained her composure by changing the subject, "But yeah, that's fucked up. Snake-people. I never thought! I guess there's all sorts of 'different' people out there now."

	"Turtle-people? Like, maybe that are also ninjas?" Riley asked in a silly tone of voice.

	Hunter smirked and nodded, "And bat-people! Actual bat-men!"

	The black shepherd laughed, "Ooh, and porcupine-people. Don't want to mess with them!"

	The aussie dog perked up, "Don't forget the skunk-men! I've heard they're even worse!"

	The two dogs went back and forth like that for a while, laughing and enjoying the music as it played. It was purely cathartic release. Ever since the outbreak hit they'd taken everything so seriously, this was the first time they'd really gotten a chance to sit back and laugh at what the world around them had become. It made everything seem so much less scary for the both of them. 

	They became quiet for almost an hour after that, laying there snuggled up close in the darkened bedroom just listening to the music, appreciating even the songs they might've heard and disliked in the past. Riley's arm remained firmly wrapped around Hunter, protectively surrounding his bitch. Life had become so weird and complicated for the two of them compared to what it once was. He imagined he'd gotten the easier end of it, too.

	"Hey, Hunter?" He looked to the smaller canine sympathetically, "Are you alright?"

	Her ears perked and she yawned, "Hmm? Yeah, I guess. I'm pretty tired.."

	Riley shook his head, "That's not what I mean. Are you like, really alright? I mean with everything that's changed, and everything so different now. I've had a hard time, but you've had to go through so much more.."

	She thought for a minute, looking into the larger dog's brown eyes before answering. "I guess I'm alright, maybe. I'm getting there, I don't know. It still sucks!" She smiled, "But if something like this had to happen to me, I'm glad that it was with you and not some.. some stranger or snake-person!" 

	Riley laughed loudly, then put on his best serious face and gently stroked over her belly as he spoke, "I promise to protect you and our pups from both strangers and snake-people!"

	Hunter giggled and shifted slightly under his touch, getting more comfortable. She didn't think of the way she was spreading her thighs as provocative - she didn't think about it at all, it was a completely thoughtless act of relaxation. "Our pups. Now there's a fucked up thought I never would've believed. It's completely not fair though! This damn stupid heat didn't give me a choice!"

	The black shepherd's eyes were naturally pulled down her nude frame by the movement of her legs, drawing attention to the white fur along her inner thighs and by proxy, the puffy slick spade that stood out starkly by contrast. It was such a dark red maroon that it could almost be confused with black, with a delicious pink slit at the centre that made Riley's tongue hang out of his maw and caused a stirring in his loins.

	He pulled himself together after his momentary lapse, reeling his tongue back in, his paw casually tracing back and forth along the Australian Shepherdess' waistline. "What's it like? Being in heat, I mean?"

	Hunter took a few deep breaths as she tried to find a good way to put it into words. "It's like.. imagine the worst itch you've ever felt. Now, imagine an itch a thousand times worse than that. You can't scratch it yourself, that just makes it worse. If someone else comes up and starts scratching it, then it feels so good that it's impossible to stop them. Oh, and if they scratch for long enough, you get pregnant."

	The Belgian Shepherd nodded as he listened, trying to understand and be sympathetic while at the same time dealing with his building arousal and bulging sheath from the conversation topic. "There's nothin' in the world I ever felt better than scratchin' that itch. I'm really sorry how everything happened, but I don't think I could've stopped myself from knockin' you up even if I tried. There's too strong an urge! It pulls you in until it's the only thing you can think about, sucks you in completely and then you can't think at all, then before you know it you're..." He paused and cleared his throat. "Well, either way I'm pretty sure you never really wanted me to stop. Right?"

	She opened her muzzle as if to say something, but then closed it without speaking a word. She felt awkward, too embarrassed to admit that if not for the chance of pregnancy she'd have probably let it happen much earlier. No, there was no way she could let Riley ever know just how much she'd thought about it before the first time it happened, or how once it did it seemed like the only thing that ever felt right in the world.
	
	Riley felt particularly bold and ambitious by her lack of a response, nostrils flaring as he dipped his paw lower to rub along the outer edge of her spade-shaped vulva before teasingly tracing over the slick slit at the center, a sly grin on his face as he tested her reaction.

	Hunter whimpered, her hips lifting up off the bed briefly, legs quivering at the touch to her puffy, heated sex. She bit her lip, looking into the bigger dog's eyes. His strong masculine presence was overflowing with confidence, posture fully dominant as he leaned in to softly growl in her ear, sending a shudder up her spine and making her loins tingle and ache with need. "Riley..", she huffed quietly.

	The big black shepherd nuzzled down to rub snouts with her, inhaling her potently inviting scent with every deep breath. She could hear in his breathing a bit of restraint, but also sense the panting beast just beneath the surface, threatening to break out and ravage her at any instant. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

	A black-clawed digit carefully spread her slick sex then slowly slipped a few inches deep into the velvety tunnel. It made Hunter's toes curl and eyes roll back in her head as she let out a desperately needy moan, that digit rubbing and applying direct pressure to the nub of her clit. She couldn't help herself, whimpering in defeat as she uncontrollably arched her hips up against the touch.

	Her slick breeding tunnel felt so perfectly hot and inviting as it gripped down snug around his clawed finger that it made him echo her cry with a needy whimper. His haunches flexed and humped at the air a few times, forcing his canine tip to show from his bulging sheath.

	Riley's breaths grew ragged as he nosed and licked affectionately at the shepherdess's snout, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her receptive canine snatch as she moaned and quivered under his touch. She panted and licked back at the bigger dog's muzzle, unable to stop herself from returning the affection, her mind adrift in a dazed mess of heated pheremones.

	The big Belgian Shepherd couldn't wait any longer, shaking with anticipation as he moved over top of the smaller dog, leaving her pinned under his weight. In one swift motion the paw between her legs was replaced with the unmistakable feel of bare canine arousal and bristly fur as he nudged his tip and sheath right up against her entrance. 

	Instinct drove her to eagerly arch her hips against that very specific sensation, whining woefully as the big dog's heavy weight bearing down on her midsection stopped her from making any progress. She looked up into Riley's brown eyes with her piercing blues and whimpered frantically without saying a word. They both knew that she belonged to him now.

	He painstakingly teased his tip against her spade while being careful not to slip inside as he leaned in and nipped at an ear. "Three." He huffed lowly. 

	The bet, shit! She'd completely forgotten in her pheremone induced state of delirium! Even though the counting woke her from it slightly she couldn't quite process all the details, her head was spinning! 

	"Two.." The eager stud growled and bit firmly at the scruff of her neck, the bitch beneath him could only respond with total submission as she tossed her head back and fully exposed the rest of that tender area, her hips urgently squirming pinned beneath the stronger dog.

	What was she supposed to do to win that stupid bet again? She knew she was supposed to do something when he was counting, but just couldn't remember what. The poor shepherdess couldn't focus on anything but the sensation of Riley's teasing cocktip and how desperately she wanted him to fill that knot-sized void that made her feel empty and incomplete. 

	"One.." The Belgian Shepherd growled dominantly, "I win." He gripped her neck firmly in his jaws and shifted his hips sublty, slightly, just enough that his tapered tip caught in that invitingly pink slit at the center of her spade. With another firmly insistent growl he pressed down into her slick heat until he felt the familiar sensation of his sheath bunching up against her stretched vulva, gasping and moaning at her clenching tunnel.

	Hunter's eyes went wide at the initial roughness of penetration, her legs wrapping up around the bigger dog's midsection tightly. She yowled and barked before calming to a submissive whimper as his tip poked right up against her clitoris, his canine length barely having emerged to a quarter of it's full glory yet. 

	Loud panting moans mixed with desperate whines echoed in the dark room as Riley slipped his paws down to her hips and began to passionately breed his bitch. The first firm thrust was accompanied by a grunt from the stud, making Hunter yelp as she felt his length bursting forth from his sheath and directly into her body! 

	Another several grunting thrusts and she got the full depth of his throbbing dog cock, latent knot quickly starting to swell to a noticable bulb once subjected to her hot, grasping love tunnel. He gave no pause, his claws gripping at her sides as he wontonly humped the shepherdess at a near frantic pace, making her cry out a high pitched quivering whine but driving home the fact that he was his bitch to breed. 

	The heavy black-furred orbs nestled between Riley's legs swung proudly with each deep thrust, the rough slapping of his balls against her spade a constant reminder that the virile dog intended to make her carry his pups, and she probably already was! Every downward motion of his hips made his rapidly growing knot repeatedly pop past her entrance and caused the shepherdess to moan out and cling even tighter to her lover, her alpha. 

	Her canine sex instinctively clamped down behind the bulbous girth of Riley's growing knot each time he shoved it back into her until her powerful vaginal muscles got the perfect lock around the bulb, tying him inside of her. She trembled and thrashed, ragged pants mixed with high-pitched yips and moans as the black shepherd's hips kept pumping and working at that feral pace. His massive knot rapidly ballooned to full size as his short thrusts made it tug at her insides, roughly jerking her back and forth.    

	Riley grit his teeth and bared his fangs at the sensation of her perfectly complementary anatomy squeezing around his knot and massaging right behind the bulb, which was by far the most sensitive part of his canine cock. The way her velvety slick breeding tunnel milked him so insistently, rippling all around his shaft in rhythmic waves that just begged to be filled and bred over and over again. He wouldn't make this needy bitch wait any longer. 

	The stud bit down firmly on her neckscruff, claws gripping onto his prize bitch tightly as he let out a loud series of growling moans, his pounding thrusts suddenly shaky and wildly erratic. Hunter can feel the first fertile load swell up his throbbing length, tip twitching against her cervix and spraying out into her womb before she completely blacks out from her own peak, screaming and yowling at the top of her lungs as her claws dig into the flesh and fur on the black shepherd's back. 

	He's forced to mostly stop thrusting just to hold the wildly convulsing, orgasmic bitch in place! But god, the way her breeding tunnel contracts and spasms around his cock when she cums just drives him crazy, his crotchfur soaking wet from her added nectar. He holds her tight as she rides out her intense peak, his haunches tensing and arching down against her each time he pumps her full of another load of fertile canine seed. 

	Very, very slowly Hunter started to come down from her high and catch her breath with Riley, who continued to grunt, moan and stiffen his hips with each extra spurt added to the genetic soup in her already seeded womb. New life had already taken hold and begun to blossom inside of her, but unknown to either of the dogs each of thsse aggressive breedings stimulated the release of even more ripe ova, all but guaranteeing a sizable litter for the unprepared canines. 

	She thought about what might be growing inside of her as the big stud mercilessly kept pumping load after load into her, wondering if her children might be human, or even fully feral canines? If they were ferals that'd be easier to take care of, she thought. Maybe the non-anthros they kept on the farm could even help raise the pups. That reminded her..

	"Amber. That sounds like a good name?" Hunter asked with no context, drawing a shrug and perplexed look from Riley as he answered, "Hmm?"

	The Australian Shepherdess shook her head, "Nevermind, don't worry about it. I'm so tired, I just need get some rest. You're so heavy though.."

	Riley grinned and gripped her rump with his paws, holding her tightly against him before rolling and flipping so that he was laying on his back with her on top. Despite his best attempt to be gentle it still made her yip and wince when his knot roughly tugged at her vaginal walls, though she was quick to settle down.

	He nosed and licked her snout affectionately, "Good night, Hunter." He sneaked a quick kiss on her lips before the two dogs quickly fell into a deep slumber.