"I still don't understand why you don't take anything," sighed Nikki, swinging her purse over her shoulder within the small kitchen in the small three bedroom house they shared with thier third friend who was thankfully away for the weekend. Across the kitchen counter, the short female canine rolled her eyes whilst slirping up some dinner from a romen cup. About a foot shorter than Nikita, her roommate was fairly short compared to most which contrasted with her boisterously rebel personality.
"I'll be fine. Zeff's staying down at the shop remember."
"It doesn't hurt to be too careful, Tay." reminded the red furred tabby again, rummuging around in her purse for her cell phone to check the time. Luckily, Nikki still had plenty of time to make it across town for her night shift at the warehouse. Wrinkling her nose, she could already smell the canine's oncoming heat drifting around the small space, making a mental note to pick up some scent nullifiers on her way home in the morning.  Luckily the women's male housemate knew enough to avoid the house for the weeks his friends were in heat. "I can already smell you."
"If you keep worrying about me, your ass is going to be late for work...again." teased Taylor, sticking out her tongue impishly. Dark grey tail swooshing from side to side, the petite wolf hybrid gave her roommate what she hoped was a comforting smile despite the burning itch already settling in beneath her crimson Dogwartz short shorts.
"Fine, you bitch." retorted Nikki, sticking her tongue back in response though there was no hate in her words. It was common jesting between the two nineteen year olds ever since they decided to move in together after highschool. With one last wave, she strolled out of the door to her abused little car leaving the house to Taylor.
As the door clicked shut, Tay let out a growl of frustration mixed with relief that she finally had the house to herself, setting the bowl of ramen on the counter before sprinting off down the hall to her bedroom. It felt like it had taken all her self control not to grind herself against the kitchen counter to ease the arousal setting fire to her loins. When she returned with a triumphant smile on her face, the young female's firm chest bounced freely beneath her lose Batman tank top having quickly stripped out of her purple B cups mid search for the toy in her beside table.
Swinging herself over the arm of the couch, the shewolf prepared for a long evening of stress relief with the knotted silicone dildo in her paw.
Now to say that the currently absent Zeff was the only male residing within the house would be incorrect as the three house mates did co-own a male German Sheppard they'd adopted from another friend back when they were in high school. Named Jet due to his striking black fur, the feral was a goofball at times, but fiercely protective of his three masters. As per his daily routine, the male had been taken across town by another friend while they performed their usual run through the park. However due to a hectic schedule, the friend had forgotten that he was supposed to be dogsitting for the weekend so when the walk was finished, he released Jet into the small backyard before leaving with the gate securely locked.
For most of the evening, the large male slept outside by his igloo until the sun began to set below the city skyline. Stomach growling, Jet padded up the concrete steps of the back porch, confident that one of his owners had left food in his bowl. Sniffing about for signs of his dinner, he tilted his head in bewilderment at the spicy scent that had filled his home. Normally he only caught a dull whiff of it after his stays across town, but it always left him confused why his owners would bring a bitch to the apartment without him being there. It wasn't like he was nuetered as the three couldn't afford the vet bills, not to mention they sometimes studded him out for extra cash at Zeff's uncle's kennel.
Dinner forgotten as curiosuity overtook him, he padded acrossed the tile floor to the cool hardwood floor of the living room.
Having fucked herself to exhaustion several hours ago, Taylor had sought the relief of the floors cool surface to allow her to sleep peacefully on her belly, head resting on a large green and silver Dogwarts pillow between the couch and coffee table. Had she known that things hadn't gone according to plan, she would have probably spent herself in her room.
Huffing at the thick smell of hours old arousal, Jet dipped his head down to sniff the discarded toy soaked in the wolf hybrid's juices, going so far as to give it a tentative lick. No doubt about it he thought, turning his attention back to the sleep form on the ground. His owners had a bitch here in his house. Smirking, he followed the scent until he stood over the hind paws of the prone form of his shortest owner, his tail wagging back and forth in anticipation. Intelligent to a fault, the large male knew that the young anthro with short pixie cut black hair was not another feral like him, but Taylor. However instinct driven by the scent of her heat tossed boundaries out the window, not to mention that the feral had always found the short punk girl attractive even when she refused to submit to him when he was aroused. With any luck, he thought, carefully stepping on either side of her legs, she wouldn't stop him this time.
In her sleep, Taylor let out a low whine muffled by the pillow at the sensation of something nudging her lush grey tail aside, unaware that her pet was pushing his nose beneath  to sniff the damp spot on her crimson shorts. Yawning, she burrowed her face deeper into the overstuffed pillow, not waking even when the long, wide tongue of the feral pushed the sodden fabric against her puffed, sensitive folds. Savoring the taste with a wide smirk, Jet began to take long slow licks at the now obvious outline of her folds against the thin fabric, each lick causing her tail to instinctively hitch up higher and higher.
"Hmmm, yeah!" moaned the young female, biting her lip ring in her sleep while arching her firm ass higher and higher until it was presented to whatever male in her dreams was giving her such pleasure. Licking his lips triumphantly, Jet wagged his tail, shifting with the movements of his oblivious owner as her shorts bunched up on her thighs to expose her puckered ass framed by pale white fur. Oh, that sweet, intoxicating scent! It was all Jet could do not to hop onto her back right then, but he reminded himself that it would do him no good unless he could force down the offending article of clothing first. Cautiously, the silently bared his teeth, grabbing the bunched up waist band in his teeth, slowly pulling down until the cool air of the room touched the females glistening folds.
Lush grey tail hoisted above her heart shaped ass like a flag of invitation, Jet needed no such verbal invitation for the large red shaft that had pushed free of his sheath at the first hints of a bitch in his domain was already throbbing with demand to be buried. Stepping forward, his black furred chest pushed the female mutt's tail down over her back, his paws shifting until they hooked around the little punk's waist. Huffing eagerly, the large feral began bucking his hips urgently trying to lay claim to the young woman.
"Stop...Hmmph!...teasing me already...wait...hmph!...what the hell?" mumbled Taylor groggily registering that her face kept being forced down into the pillow by someone who was physically proding at her heat sensitive folds outside of the dream she'd been having. Blinking herself awake, she resisted a moan passing through her lips at the feel of the cock becoming tantalizingly close to sinking inside her. Was the bastard trying to make her beg? Turning her head expecting to see Zeff or one of her other male friends there, her green eyes widened in shock at the sight of the large feral Sheppard grinning determinedly down at her.
"No...fuck...get off, you fucker." Taylor moaned, straining to get the command loud enough for her dog to take it seriously. Ears laying back, she shifted to try to force him back off, but only succeeded in giving him the angle he needed to sink himself fully inside her. Oh, his red hot shaft felt so much better than the cheap imitation dildo she'd been using. Blinking away the thought, she gritted her teeth against another moan caused by the tempo of his thrusts increasing with confidence. "No, Jet!....fuck no....get off you bad dog!"