Getting home to his apartment after a long day working, Syrup the husky tossed his bags and keys onto the floor before tossing himself onto the couch. With a loud sigh, the husky flopped onto the couch, limbs dangling off the seats, daydreaming of dating someone rich so he wouldn't have to work as a barista anymore. 
"Another day in the bean mines!" he had said to his manager earlier that day, only for the espresso machine to stop working. Whoops. He groaned loudly in complaint (as huskies tend to do) as his phone started to ring.
"Lo?" he mumbled.
"Hey! Sorry, I know that you probably just left, but the espresso machine is broken."
"It...yeah. It broke on my shift, I called the manager to look at it."
"Well she didn't tell me that."
"Uh." Syrup rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. "Well. She looked at it."
"It wasn't broken yesterday."
"Wow. Yeah. It wasn't." Syrup was seriously about to start counting 5 things he could see and 4 things he could touch before he got an aneurysm. But before that could happen, there was a knock on the door. 
"I'll call you later," he said. The closing shift coworker started to argue more but he quickly hung up before that conversation could continue. He went to the door of his apartment, wondering who would bother knocking aside from maybe Mormons. 

Syrup was a little surprised to see a scout selling cookies. She was a cute pup, with floppy ears and paws too big for her - a hound, for sure.
"Uh, hi," he said.
"Hi!" her ears perked, her tail wagged. "Um, normally, this is the part where I'd ask if you wanna buy cookies, but..."
"But?" Syrup scratched his chin and was suddenly very self conscious that he'd opened his door without a shirt on, top surgery scars on full display. Whoops again.
"Um, it's just," the pup said, "I'm actually lost."
"You're lost? You need me to call someone? Uh here, come inside-" Syrup paused as she walked in, once again self conscious on how that move might look on a security camera. [i]I'm just bugging today[/i], he thought as he lead her inside. She placed her sash and cookies on his coffee table and looked up at him. He wasn't sure why, but he blushed.
"So uh, who should I call - you got your parent's number?"
"Um, yeah!" she smiled. "But...sorry, I kinda lied?"
"About what?"
"I'm not lost," she said with a sigh. "My dad was being mean so I ran away."
"Oh," said Syrup. He was quiet for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Would you like some tea or coffee or - ah, crap. Kids don't like coffee, right?"
"I like coffee!" she piped up, tail wagging hard. That settled it, then. As he made coffee for the both of them, she slipped into the kitchen to watch him work. He did something he did subconsciously all the time - cleaned the portafilter, ground some beans with his handheld coffee grinder, pressed the ground coffee down - and she watched with all the excitement of a drunk person watching a really cool scene in an action movie. 
"Uh," he said. "You want a latte, or a capp, or...?"
"I've only had the one kind." She looked amazed as he twisted the portafilter in place. 
"Drip coffee?" he asked. "That's the kind that most people have."
"I think so. Um! And by the way! My name's Dixie!" Syrup glanced over at her and couldn't help but smile. Of course. Hound dog with a southern accent named Dixie. 
"I'm Syrup," he said. "I'll make you a cappucino, how does that sound? It has lots of froth." She seemed excited and nodded eagerly. Syrup was lost in thought as he made coffee automically and robotically. Poor girl ran away from her dad. Well, he couldn't [i]keep[/i] her around obviously, but maybe he could meet the guy and beat his ass for upsetting her. As long as he wasn't like an Akita or Cane Corso or something. 

He sat down across from Dixie at the table while she slurped up her cappucino, still wagging and wiggling and getting foam absolutely everywhere. [i]She's really cute[/i], he absently thought to himself. Not that he had baby fever, but if someone knocked him up or something...
"Are you hurt, by the way?" Dixie asked as she was licking foam off her paws. 
"Huh?" Syrup's inner monologue went silent. 
"The scars..." she pointed to his chest. He was quiet for a moment before finding his words again.
"Oh, yeah. I had a surgery there. It's supposed to look like that." [i]Is that too vague?[/i] He immediately worried. She was eyeing him a bit more intensely. 
"What did it look like before?" 
"I uhhh..." The baby fever was diminishing. "I used to have a big chest? But since I'm a guy, I was like nah I don't want that. So I had that taken off."
"What did they do with it?"
"..I'm sorry?"
"Your boooobies. What did they do with them?" She howled just a little saying the "oooh" noise. He was completely taken out. 
"I dunno," he said. "Maybe they just tossed em in the trash."
"That's so funny," she said with a huge grin. "Just throwing them like a basketball." Syrup cracked. They both started laughing. He relaxed a little, and Dixie asked to use his restroom. But after a few minutes of total silence, he started getting worried again and knocked on the restroom door.

"Dixie?" he asked. He heard her shuffling around very suddenly inside. "H-hey." he opened the door, not even thinking about it - just worried. She quickly took her hands out of her shorts, catching her breath and moving away from the sink where she'd left the water running. She was blushing and looked incredibly embarassed, but Syrup knew almost immediately what was up - because he'd been through something similar at her age. 
"It's okay," he said gently. "Have you...had heats before?"
"N-no." she whimpered as tears dripped down her face. "I read about them in school, but it just started today. I tried to tell my dad but he freaked out."
"That's why you ran?"
"Yeah," she said, sniffling and wiping her tears onto the backs of her paws. "I'm sorry, it's really gross. I feel gross." His hackles raised slightly.
"It's [i]not[/i] gross," he said, kneeling in front of her and gently touching her cheek. "It's normal, and I know it feels weird - but it's okay. You just kind of have to..." His voice trailed off for a moment. 
"What?" she asked, sniffing. Thankfully she wasn't crying as much, just sniffling. 
"You uh," he said, trying not to make eye contact, "Just kind of have to learn to take care of it, you know? Like, it makes your body feel weird but it actually feels nice to take care of it, so."
"Can you help me?" she asked. Syrup hesitated. Any other situation, any other time, he would've flat out said nope, not my business. But the poor pup's eyes looking up at him, her hopeful gaze and little hiccups from crying, her little wags when he'd touched her cheek. [i]Fuck.[/i]

He lead her to his room, feeling really uncertain about the whole thing, but he couldn't help but think about his own first heat. It was so frustrating and overwhelming he'd cried and cried, and his own parents weren't very supportive either. If he could help her, then she wouldn't have to feel that sort of frustration and disgust at herself - that was worth it, he thought. She sat down on his bed and looked at the floor, seeming as uncertain as him.
"It feels like my body is really warm," she said. "Like I have a fever but I don't feel sick, just.."
"Sensitive?" he asked, sitting beside her. She nodded. 
"I'm kinda scared," she said. "Um, like I really want help."
"I get it, he said, gently placing a paw on her shoulder. "It's kind of awkward, but it'll be okay. I uh, I guess you should probably undress." He blushed furiously as he said this, and thinking about her naked was making him feel lightheaded.
"Can you undress first?" she asked softly. "It'd make me feel better." He nodded, and did as she asked - dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor. She stared. 
"S-sorry," Syrup stammered, "I know my bits are kinda different-"
"No," she said, "That's really cool...how's that part so big?" she pointed at his testosterone-infused clit, which throbbed as she pointed. It was, essentially, a tiny dog cock slapped onto a spade. His was too small to have a proper knot, but it had a visible shaft and his clit hood worked as a sheath. His dick was currently just poking out from the hood, lipsticking and twitching eagerly. 
"I take medication," Syrup finally akwardly explained. "It makes it bigger. She nodded, clearly fascinated, but then shifted her focus. She then took a deep breath to gather her courage before disrobing. Syrup tried to not stare, but her body was incredibly cute. Since her fur was so short, he could see her rows of nipples on both sides. The nipples on top hadn't grown into proper breasts just yet - totally flat, no bra, and yet it was making Syrup drool. As she slid off her panties, the urge to stare only grew. Her cookie was very visible because of her short fur and current heat - dark on the outside, but as she shifted he could see the inside of her spade was a gorgeous soft pink color.

Dixie laid on her back, arms above her head. Syrup stopped staring long enough to grab her a pillow, which she happily accepted with a wag and laid back on it. As Syrup's eyes trailed over her, he really wanted to kiss her chest and run his paws over her tummy, but when he held his paw out she almost immediately lifted her hips - as if to remind him there was something a bit more important to be taken care of first. He placed a paw on either thigh, and she spread her legs without hesitation. Her spade was puffy and small, already dripping with need. As he considered how to approach it, she ended up suggesting something.
"Do you think um," she said softly, "Your thingy will fit in me?" Syrup's drool dripped onto her thighs and tummy. 
"We can try and see?"
"Y-yeah!" she said with a smile. Syrup's little cock flexed as he positioned himself with her legs around his waist. His cock brushed her thigh as he positioned himself, and it made him shudder a little. She wagged and smiled encouragingly at him. Syrup licked his lips nervously, then slowly brought his hips forward - until his cock was pressed to something warm and soft. She giggled.
"Th-that feels kinda funny," she said. "It's twitching."
"That's because it's excited," he said with a slight strain in his voice. His own spade was dripping with anticipation - he knew this would end up messy, but it was too late to try and calm down at this point. He took a deep breath before pressing forward, and his throbbing t-dick slid effortlessly inside her. She shuddered, and Syrup felt every muscle in his body tense.
"Ooh," she moaned softly. "That's really nice..." her voice trailed off as he twitched even more, throbbing and aching inside her.
"Just tell me to stop if it's too much," he managed to mutter out. His hips started to move - to press and slide and grind against Dixie. The pup responded in a way that surprised him. She reached up to his hips and began humping into it.
"D-don't overdo it," he tried to say, a moan creeping from his muzzle as he spoke.
"But it feels [i]gooooood[/i]," she howled softly, closing her eyes. "I k-kinda wish it could go deeper. It feels really nice."
"If it went deeper it'd hurt you," he tried to explain, but his hips were moving faster as he did. "Th-this is actually better." It wasn't just his dick at that point - his spade slid across hers, his cock slipping in and out as their hips moved mroe eagerly against each other. He'd never actually scissored or rubbed pussies with someone else before, but,
"Holy shit," he groaned, but quickly muttered, "I mean, crap. Th-that's amazing." He was surprised how tranquil and focused Dixie looked as she pressed and slid against him, but that illusion was broken by her beginning to whimper with each breath. 

"Syrup," she gasped between breaths. "It feels weird - something's happening."
"Just let it happen," he murmured to her, feeling himself unable to control his own body at that point. They were sliding so eagerly against each other that the room was filled with noise of their spades kissing. He felt drunk off the noise and scent and feeling of it, especially as she got closer and started grabbing at him, trying to make their hips connect as deeply as possible, making sure his cub-sized cock was inside her.
"I'm-" she gasped sharply, staring down at where their bodies were meeting, "Something's going to-"
"Let it out," he groaned, feeling his own body start to shudder as he got close to climax. "Just let it all out. You're such a good girl, Dixie." This seemed to help push her over the edge. She teetered for a second, mid gasp, clutching Syrups's fur - before she spilled over with a beautiful moan. Syrup slammed his hips forward, feeling her little body cascade against his. She didn't make any coherent words, just gorgeous little moans and whines and a final howl as she came, and he quickly followed. His boddy stiffened, his nostrils flared, and he gripped her tightly with a soft, possesive growl. He kept himself pressed tight to her, feeling her first orgasm wrapped around his cock. He didn't speak, only panted as she let herself feel good. He even felt little aftershocks as she came - much less powerfully - again and again, her body trembling as she experienced something completely alien to her. 
"Syrup," she finally managed to gasp. He was still pressed tight to her. He didn't want to move, but only did so reluctantly when she shakily pulled away. It took several minutes for both of them to catch their breath again. 

"Hey...Syrup?"
"Mm?" he finally felt like he was coming back down to earth. As expected, there was a huge wet stain on the sheets too.
"Before you have to call my dad," she said, "Can we...figure something out?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, tilting his head. She gazed off towards the bedroom door.
"My dad's been looking for a new babysitter for me...um, like almost every weekend cuz he works." Syrup ran his paws over her chest like he'd wanted to earlier, and she let out a cute squeaky whine. He smiled.
"I'd like that. But I think before I call him, we've got time to play some more, right?" the husky wagged his tail, and she wagged right back with a huge grin.
"Yeah," she said. "Maybe just one more..."