"Number two line. Thank you."
	Guenther Mahler was too focused on the complex task at hand to notice the tender affection in Lilly's eyes as she clumsily grasped the heavy cable in her maw and passed it to him. Uplifts were far from perfect, but each one of them saw perfection each day in every action of their human counterparts. It was hard to say if this was the inborn nature of the original organisms; the dogs which had received the uplift virus, or if this was a product of the virus itself.  Whatever the case Lilly hung on Guenther's every word, whether it was his firm direction as her immediate supervisor, or his tender ministrations as a teacher in all things human.
	"Ah. Alright, that ought to do it." Guenther grunted as he wriggled out from under the panel he'd been working on. As he laid on the white tiled floor, looking up at Lilly, a rare smile graced his lips. There was nothing that brought Lilly joy quite like when he smiled. Her tail began wagging immediately and she had to resist licking his face; he had taught her that such things were not polite.
	"I like it when you smile, Herr Guenther." She told him plainly, her voice still somewhat gruff and low like most of the canine uplifts. She was always straightforward. Guenther liked that about her, but what he liked most was the way her words rumbled, low and smoky. The bittersweet familiarity of its timbre filled him with longing and sorrow, and yet it was a sadness that he found comfort in.
	If he was being honest, she was the only reason he smiled these days. She was the only reason he did a lot of things. Before she'd been uplifted he could tell she worried, but once the virus gave her the rough voice he'd come to find such cold comfort in she'd also found the words to make him eat and sleep. It was the closest thing he'd ever have to love again after his late wife, Erna. His smile faded and his eyes slipped shut as painful memories flooded his mind.
	"I-I'm sorry, what did I say?" The faint whine in Lilly's voice told him that she was distressed. She'd picked up on his melancholy.
	"No, no Lilly. You're fine. You've done nothing wrong. It's ok." Guenther opened his taupe eyes once more, his gaze holding depths of sadness Lilly would never truly understand, even as a superficial smile curled his lips once more. This show of false cheer might have fooled the others, but Lilly knew him too well and even if she could not comprehend the source of his woe she could practically smell it seeping from his pores. She gazed back at him with soft brown eyes, then leaned her head down against his arm. Even in his mid-forties, his constant work improving and repairing the habitats kept him well-muscled. She liked the firm feel of his flesh beneath her.
	Guenther lay still for a moment. Every once in a while she would do this, and he could never be sure if it was for his sake or hers. They both seemed to derive some comfort from that little bit of warmth they shared in the endless, cold, vacuum of space that surrounded their little habitat. He reached over to pat her head gently, then sat up with a grunt. He may have been in reasonable shape for his age, but that didn't mean he didn't feel his years in his bones. 
	It was Guenther's hope that someday, with enough effort and research they could age comfortably in their new home. Now that they were spending more time inside the habitats studying, repairing, and improving them; their health was improving. The less they had to leave the artificial gravity which the AC regulated, the less the age-related discomfort would supposedly plague them. He could not know if this boon would provide them with any solace as the last of them died, alone in this secluded alien outpost, but he had to hope. 
	Their families were gone. Their women. Their children. Their future. Localized extinction was the next inevitable step. At the very least, they would have the 'pards and the uplifts as company to see them off on their painfully slow departure into that long dark night. Nonetheless, there was no reason why the journey to extinction had to be uncomfortable; it was already depressing as hell.
	As Guenther rose to his feet, he stretched. His back had been causing him more and more discomfort as of late; the result of a combination of age and fluctuating gravity. As he popped the panel back into place and began to pack up his tools with Lilly's help every noise that they made echoed in the vast emptiness within the nuclear storage facility.
	"Alright, Lilly. You did very well today. I think tomorrow we'll go ahead and have you do the adjustments on your own. Do you have any questions for me?" He asked, looking down at her as she loaded the toolkit onto the harness attached to her mechanical prosthetic.
	"By myself?" She sounded nervous.
	Guenther chuckled.
	"Of course not, dear. I'll be there to watch and answer your questions. Don't fret." He soothed her.
	"Alright then." She conceded, tightening the bundled kit in place with a dexterous tug of a few select straps which she grasped with her jaws.
	Guenther stared wistfully up at the towering walls of the chamber. They were lined with compartments, each one behind a heavy door that contained the radiation the Radiothermal Generators constantly generated. The heights reached by these walls was such that the doors for the topmost compartments were indistinguishable amidst the pale blue and white illumination that characterized the rest of the walls. The size of the chamber dwarfed any building that Guenther had ever seen on earth, and served as an unnecessary reminder of his relative insignificance. 
	He sighed.
	"Heinz would have loved to see all this. He always did have a knack for mechanics. Did I ever tell you about the delightful contraption he made with a broken wheelbarrow and an engine he pulled from a wrecked motorcycle?" He continued to gaze up towards the ambiguous suggestion of a ceiling, musing thoughtfully.
	Lilly wagged her tail merrily, gazing adoringly at him. She always enjoyed hearing the stories he shared with her about the time before Valhalla, his children, and Erna. He seemed to enjoy reminiscing almost as much as she enjoyed listening; it was a perfect partnership.
	"I don't think you have. Would you, please?" She asked sweetly. Her voice was rough and low like a growl, yet much friendlier. He turned his gaze back to her, the wistfulness in his eyes replaced with something warmer; pride.
	"You know, you really have mastered language at a level I never would have thought was possible. I think your skill even surpasses Senta's…But don't tell her I said that." They shared a chuckle, glancing furtively over at the German Shepherds working in the control room who had been staring, but quickly returned to their work. He turned back to his sweet Golden companion and launched into another tale, as he had done in her company many times before.
	"In any case, we'd gone for a walk and found this absolutely crumpled Zündapp, and he had asked me-…" But he was interrupted as an unfamiliar sound blared forth and echoed in the vastness of the chamber, creating a discordant cacophony. It was a klaxon, but a strange and alien one that sounded like the ringing of bells; musical but unpleasantly so.
	A thrill of adrenaline shot through Guenther as he looked over to the control room and saw the German Shepherds frantically and ham-handedly working away at the switchboards and control panels, clearly panicked. He could not hear their whines of anxiety, but he could see their fur bristling in alarm, and their ears laying flat against their heads. That was when the heavy blast door leading to the corridor began to rapidly slide downwards. With no time left to think, and barely enough left to act; he grabbed Lilly by the tool harness she had tightly fastened upon her back, and with all the strength he had in his hardy but weathered body he hurled her light form towards it.
	Lilly yelped in surprise as she suddenly found herself tossed, then sliding on her side across the tiled floor. The noises that surrounded her like an auditory hurricane were terrifying, disorienting, and hurt her sensitive ears. 
	Her unexpected trip towards the door was but a second or so, yet in that brief moment her gaze locked with Herr Mahler and time seemed to slow. All the shock and fear she felt was plain in her eyes as she cried out in a high pitched whine of distress. However, Guenther's steely gaze was grim with resolve, as though he knew precisely what to do even in the face of these new and shocking circumstances. She was suddenly more afraid for her human, the man who had taught her how to live, than she was of the abrupt and alarming cascade of events that was taking place.
	"Guenther!" She cried out in a yelp, dropping the guise of formality as something ached deep in her furry breast. She loved this man; she knew no life other than the one she lived happily at his side. She slipped across the floor, and in a matter of seconds shot under the door in the final few seconds before it slammed shut. Her momentum carried her past the blast door, and she scrambled immediately to her paws. Her claws scrabbled against the tile in an attempt to charge back in after him, but the blast door fell and sealed with a faint hissing, and she found herself scrabbling at the heavy metal in vain.
	The alarm continued to sound, and Guenther could hear a cascade of faint hissing travelling up the walls like a wave of shifting sands. He knew what was happening; the system was degassing. In a matter of moments the chamber would be inundated with a lethal dose of radiation. He could already feel his flesh beginning to warm as he saw the pale glow emanating from the multitude of cracked doors that yawned wider as they slid slowly open.
	Since he had departed Earth in the Fall of 1944 he had not been present for the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki which would happen just one year later, and therefore he could not know what to expect. All he knew was what he had gleaned from the archives and diagrams he'd hunted down in the laboratory; the materials leeching their potent radiation into the room were surely going to be his demise.
	The blast door had sealed. It was too late for him. He solemnly turned towards the viewing window. He merely hoped he would be with Erna soon.
	Lilly did not waste any more time scrabbling frantically at the blast door; it was not like the loamy soil on the floors of the habitats which she could easily move with her paws. Gritting her teeth, she whipped around and dashed to the control room, her tools jangling on her back.
	"What have you done?!" She snarled at the two Shepherds who were frantically pawing at bundles of wires.
	"I-I don't know…We were just trying to replace the broken switch when all of a sudden…Well…" The first female stammered anxiously.
	The other female continued her fervent work, fumbling with her screwdriver clumsily. She puzzled over the tangle of cables. A disconnected switch panel dangled to the side of her messy task at hand.
	"Red wire… red wire… red wire…" she growled from around the joystick which she manipulated with her maw as she worked her mechanical prosthetic arm, trying to extrapolate what exactly 'red' was with only the aid of the achromatic vision characteristic of her species. The other Shepherd stood by helplessly, whining with her tail tucked between her legs as the alarms blared.
	Lilly felt her heart sink as she looked up through the viewing window to see Herr Mahler turn and gaze at her with resignation smoldering in his earthen eyes, and a determination that bordered on ferocity. Lilly whined anxiously; even in the grey tones she saw the world with she could see his skin darkening as sweat poured down his face. He fell to his knees with his teeth bared in pain as all the fuel containment chambers continued to open wider and wider. She could see his flesh drooping, melting.
	She cried out in pain; this brave mans pain was hers, and yet she was powerless to help him. Or was she? 
	With a swiftness born of repeated practice, she doffed her tool harness and nosed through its contents till she found her voltmeter. Grasping it in her maw, she tossed it to the Shepherd.
	"How did you idiots manage to mess this up?!" she couldn't keep the panic out of her voice.
	The voltmeter smacked against the Shepherd's side, and she turned to look up at Lilly in frustration, her own panic manifesting as anger. Pausing her work and wasting vital seconds, she turned to the Golden with her hackles raised.
	"Well what do you suggest we do!?" She snarled anxiously.
	"The input has one positive 3.6V and one negative 3.6V, measure against the frame for grounding, and the outputs. The cable you have on the input, the dark-bright one, that goes to the output with the stripes of the same shade. Then there's just one cable left. Why the heck are there two striped cables?!" Lilly snapped while she peered over the Shepherds' shoulder as she worked. This was not out of annoyance, but rather desperation as she watched Herr Mahler open his mouth in a scream of agony that was muted by the thick window of lead infused polymer that protected the control room.
	"W-we soldered in an extension since it didn't reach the input…?" The Shepherd whined.
	"It's not meant to go there! Which is which?!" Lilly snarled. She shoved the inexperienced Shepherd aside and began digging through the tangled mess of cables. She pulled them up one by one and hastily plugged them each in to the proper switches. Finally she screwed the panel back together with a deftness and dexterity that eluded the Shepherds who watched her in awe. 
	Seconds felt like hours as Lilly felt her heart hammering against her ribs; would he survive long enough for them to get this under control? The chambers were now almost halfway open, and the radiation levels were kissing the upper limits of the y-axis on the display to the left of the control panel. Mahler had ceased his silent screaming and had collapsed in convulsions; but he was still alive.
	She powered the control board up once more, resetting it and pulling the switch until it locked into place. A pause in the inexorable motion of the fuel chamber doors signaled a turning of the tides.
	"Central, we need a medical response team in the Nuclear Storage Facility. Stat." The other Shepherd seemed to be coming out of her panic, and radioed central command. The urgency was plain in her voice.
	"Roger, Nuclear Storage Facility. Emergency or routine?"
	"Emergency. We're going to need full hazmat. Radioactivity considerations. Please hurry." She could not keep the choke of anxiety out of her voice.
	"ETA in five minutes. Hold in there, girls." The grainy response came over the short range communicator built into the control panel.
	The cacophony of paws and claws slapping against the tile of the hallways crescendoed as the response team rushed towards the Reactor. Lilly sprinted to the door which she had all too recently been ejected from and waited impatiently as the fuel chambers resealed. The blast door was programmed to remain sealed so long as radiation levels within were unsafe.
	When the reactor door finally began to slowly lift, Lilly barely took note of the emergency response crew pulling up behind her and instead began trying to wiggle beneath the door. In her state of desperation her mechanical prosthetic caught on the edge of the door, and with some effort she tore free from it and her back harness. Straps snapped, and she bolted loose to Herr Mahler's side.
	"Herr Mahler! HERR MAHLER!" She cried out in agony with her tail tucked between her legs and her body low to the floor as she nuzzled his still form which laid limply on the floor, desperately hoping for any sign of life.
	"Stand aside, pup." A dour Dalmatian droned as the medical response crew decked out in full hazmat suits rolled in with all the pomp and self-importance they were known for.
	Instinctively, Lilly looked up and bared her teeth; bristling and snarling at the approaching female. This one did not seem to display a modicum of concern for Mahler, and deep within her this translated to hostility. The Dalmatian was brought up short, and looked aghast at Lilly through the clear panel of the hazmat hood as she too began to bristle.
	"Do you want us to help or not?!" She barked, frozen mid-step due to Lilly's aggressive stance.
	Lilly faltered, her face falling.
	"I-I…Yes…Please help him." She stammered, then stepped back.
	A mixed crew of medical canines swarmed over Guenther, stripping him of his contaminated garb and loading him onto a folding cot which they assembled in seconds. All he was left wearing was the lead pelvic apron which had only been designed to protect his gonads from background radiation. Lilly paced as she watched the others work, hovering like a moth.
	As the emergency response crew grasped the cot with the Dalmatians at the fore and a couple of brawny Huskies at the back, they took off at a swift pace, dashing down the hallways in perfect concert towards the medical lab. Lilly easily kept up with them, her ears perked forward with concern and flapping with each step as she sprinted behind the cot.
	She would not leave his side, not unless death itself parted them.
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	Wenkowicz towered over Mahler's puny form after they'd bandaged him. His dark eyes hid behind his bushy, furrowed black brows as he tried to reconcile with his own powerlessness. He was naught but a simple field medic; the son of a shoemaker trained to amputate limbs, and stitch up wounds. This was beyond his level of medical expertise. however, although he was a simple man; he was far from stupid. He knew Mahler's prognosis was not good. As the crew and the rest of the canines had huddled about, he'd shook his head sadly, crossing his burly arms over his broad chest, and simply returned to the med lab computer to pour over what little data he could find on the fuel in the reactor in solemn silence.
	The Fuerher might have been able to offer more aid, but the conditions under which he'd agreed to do so were unacceptable. Mahler would have taken a bullet before he gave full access of the stations to the Reich. He'd said so himself as he'd slipped in and out of consciousness. There was nothing more Wenkowicz could do.
	The faint beeping of medical machinery was the only sound in the quiet of the patient quarters. Lilly sat back on her haunches, solemnly keeping guard over Guenther as he lay, deathly silent yet still breathing. His heart trudged on wearily, as evidenced by the slow and steady tone of the machine which tracked his pulse.
	The day wore on, and the others left. Erik was the last to go, casting an exhausted and despondent gaze over his shoulder at his fellow human and his canine companion. If he was going to be able to do anything for Guenther, he would have to rest first.
	"Take care of him. I'll be back in the morning." He grunted to Lilly. She nodded silently in response.
	Day and night had no real meaning in Valhalla aside from the soft glow of lights within the habitats, but none of the humans were able to escape the habit of circadian reference. Time wore on, and the lights dimmed to cool shades of blue and dark lavender, yet the Golden Retriever remained loyally at her friends side.
	Lilly tensed as Herr Mahler shifted and groaned.
	Even though his voice was raspy, it was still recognizable as the voice that had welcomed her to sapience. However, his body was barely recognizable. Even with multiple treatments; the analgesics, grafts, and therapeutic ultrasonic conditioning, his flesh was still so badly damaged that he was almost completely wrapped in bandages. He had been exposed to lethal amounts of radiation, and with only the lead apron covering his groin to offer him any kind of protection; his whole body had been ravaged, but only the outside of him was treatable at this point in time. The medical specialist canines had done their best in conjunction with the highly advanced technology of the medical facility and what was available in the data banks, but this station had not been built with humans in mind. Knowledge of their biology was limited to what had been discovered by the AI since they had arrived, and the knowledge that the humans, namely the medic Erik Wenkowicz, had brought. 
	"Er-Erna…" He rasped painfully, shifting towards Lilly. The bandages on his face covered his eyes, which had been decimated by the intense radioactive bombardment.
	He was delirious. Lilly realized with a sinking feeling that he didn't remember that his family was gone. He was in an entirely different time and place, in his mind. Her heart ached; why should he have to suffer emotionally on top of all the physical damage he'd already sustained? He was a good man! He did not deserve this. The injustice of it all would have enraged her if she weren't already grieving for what seemed like the inevitable loss of her closest human companion. Along with the rest of his body, his internal organs and brain had also been permeated by the intense radiation; but no treatment to those parts of him had been rendered for there were none to give.
	"Erna…Darling…Where are you? I can't see…anything?" He moaned, trying to sit up.
	"N-No! Don't move, please…" Lilly began to panic, she didn't want him to hurt himself more. She reached out to place a paw against his chest, but hesitated.
	"My love…why do you sound so worried? What's happened?" His voice was faint and weak.
	Lilly faltered, and withdrew her paw. He thought she was his wife? Suddenly she was reminded of how he'd always complimented her on her speech, and told her fondly of how her low and rumbling timbre had reminded him of his long lost beloved. What should she do? She sat silently, lost for words.
	"Erna…Please, don't go." His voice wavered; he was frightened. Her heart broke for what seemed to be the tenth time that day.
	"I'm here darling. It's alright." She finally choked out.
	He sighed.
	"My god, how I've missed you." He turned his face towards her, unseeing eyes beneath layers of gauze desperately trying to win even the faintest glimpse of her.
	"I've missed you too, my love." Lilly whispered.
	He reached a hand towards her, and she had to resist the urge to draw back; what would he think when he felt her fur beneath his bandaged fingers? As he touched her, he caressed her face gently. He didn't seem to notice how differently shaped she was from a human; perhaps his nerves had been damaged too badly, or perhaps the hallucinations inflicted upon him by his wounded brain were too intense.
	His display of tender affection drew words from her that she never would have spoken otherwise.
	"Guenther, Please…Don't leave me." Her whisper was choked by the cascade of emotions that bombarded her.
	"Shhh. Come here, sweetheart. Do not cry liebchen. We have been apart so long, but we are together again. This is a joyous occasion; be happy, please." He grasped her wrist and gently pulled her towards him.
	"Come here." He murmured again; quietly, insistently. She followed where he led, and curled up against him, draping one of her hind legs over him. She nuzzled his neck affectionately and found that she had been wanting this kind of intimacy for far longer than she'd realized. While it came under false pretenses, it was deeply comforting to fill her nostrils with the smell of his musk and feel his body pressed against her. She sighed, and relaxed into him.
	"I missed this." He said with a smile, seemingly relaxed despite his grave injuries.
	"I did too, my love." She lied, surely playing along with the ruse was a form of kindness to a dying man. A night with his beloved wife was clearly what he needed. He gently ran a hand over her side, trying to shift and turn towards her.
	"No, please, sweetheart. You must not move so much. You are badly injured." She pleaded haltingly, now shamelessly placing a paw against his chest.
	"Are you saying you want to be on top tonight, naughty girl?" He murmured into her ear, his breath puffing warm and humid against her.
	Lilly felt her heart began to race as heat suffused her body; she hadn't taken the time to think of what a man might want to do after not seeing his wife for however long his injured brain perceived her absence to have been. However, as he grasped her waist and seemed to effortlessly pull her onto him to straddle him she began to comprehend what he had in mind. His whole body had been brutalized by the radiation, though, how would this work?
	"It's been so long, baby. I want you." He stated plainly, grasping her hips and driving himself against her. She could feel the firmness of his erection pressing into her loins.
	She tipped her head back involuntarily as she felt herself reacting; the fabric of his shorts, which separated them, had begun to grow moist from her response. She'd never felt this way before. Most of the canines presently in Valhalla were female, and Lilly had never dallied much with the males of her species. Sure, there was the occasional nuzzling and licking of sensitive parts amongst her canine compatriots, but the prospect of being with a human man…That was new.
	"I want you, too." She heard the words escape her maw in barely a whisper as she found herself grinding against him too.
	It was incredibly challenging to stop her instinctive grinding, but she did so to back off of him and grasp the waist of his shorts in her teeth and pull them down. His attentive member sprang forth, saluting her at full mast. She could smell Guenther's musk much stronger here, and without thinking, she let her long pink tongue dart out furtively to lap at it.
	"Oh, yes my love." He moaned in pleasure as it twitched with each lick she laid upon it.
	For once, it seemed, licking Herr Mahler was not impolite; he seemed to like it quite a bit as he bucked his hips up, and grasped her by her soft, floppy ears to bring her face closer to his throbbing tool. She obliged him eagerly, lapping at it hungrily, until he brought her maw so close that she had to take him into her mouth.
	Careful not to injure him with her teeth, she continued to move her tongue over him. She stroked the length of his cock lovingly with her strong, warm tongue. It was long, wide, and wet and left him twitching beneath her in ecstasy.
	To Mahler there was something different about the way she sucked his cock, now. Her mouth seemed to accommodate the length and girth of his member much more comfortably, and the way her tongue stroked and massaged him with ease made it seem that even her tongue had changed shape; as though it were larger and stronger. To have his cock fully enveloped in her mouth, and every inch of it caressed by her silky wet tongue was nearly too much for him.
	"Ah! Ah, darling, not too much. I will finish too early!" He implored her. He was very sensitive after having forgone intimacy for as long as he had in Erna's absence. He gently raised her head with his grip on her ears, smiling.
	"You've gotten a lot better at that. I hope you haven't been practicing while I was gone." He chuckled.
	"You know you are my only love, Guenther. I would never." She murmured dreamily as she tried to wrap her head around what was happening. She'd never realized before how badly she had wanted this, and now that it was happening it felt like a dream. She let her tongue roll over him one more time, coaxing a shudder from him, and then climbed back atop him.
	His penis was now slippery with her saliva as he thrust against her womanhood, the head rubbing against her opening. Her swollen and protruding vulva was already moist, not from him, but rather from her own excitement. The slick friction between the two of them was tantalizing, and Lilly struggled not to let any canine sounds slip from her involuntarily. She could feel every inch of him rubbing against her and it was as though the energy generated from the contact of their flesh were charging something deep inside of her; she knew not what. Guenther let little moans of delight escape from his parted lips as he felt the wet fur of her nethers caressing his member.
	When he could stand the teasing no longer, he grasped her hips and moved her to thrust deep and quick inside of her.
	Lilly could not hold back the yelp as she was penetrated for the first time by a dick that was much larger than the kind she was meant to take. Guenther froze immediately, still deep inside of her as her tight, wet insides pulsed against him.
	"Liebchen, are you alright? I'm sorry, have I been too rough?" He panted, trying to resist the urge to plow ahead and thrust himself deeper still.
	She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she rode the wave of pain. It crested, broke, and subsided. The pain was gone.
	"I-I'm fine darling. It…It has just been so long…" She gasped.
	"I understand. Slow and sweet, tonight my love." He murmured as he began to move inside of her gently.
	He filled her up in a way she'd never even comprehended before; her aching canine pussy throbbed deliciously from her intense arousal as he slowly slid deeper. She did not know what it was she was feeling when she felt the ache deep inside of her, but Guenther knew that the resistance he felt was her cervix as he pressed against it and in turn felt the wet press of her soft and puffy vulva against his hips. She had taken him in to the hilt.
	"My god, you're so tight, love. Perhaps we should abstain more often." He grunted as he felt her squeezing him snugly, warm and wet.
	"I don't know if I could…" Lilly moaned as she realized that this new sensation was one she would never be able to forget. Her body was so warm, and his member filled her up and evoked strange new pleasures in her.
	"Now that I have you, how could I possibly abstain?" She placed her hind paws on either side of him, and began to move herself up and down.
	As she slipped over him, Guenther had to bite his raw and bloodied lip to try to keep himself under control. He had been so sensitive when she had gone down on him earlier, he'd hoped that he would last longer if they made love the traditional way. However, now he was finding that perhaps he had changed too; not only was she much tighter, but he was also much more sensitive. How could he last? He could feel the pleasure and pressure building, concentrating, struggling against the physical and psychological barriers he desperately tried to maintain to prevent it from pouring out of him and into her.
	His bandaged fingers curled in her fur, which to his dulled and confused senses felt like the silky blue nightgown that he had bought her for Christmas so many years ago.
	"Ah! My love! How do you do this to me!" He cried as he felt himself contract. His cock throbbed rapidly inside of her as he orgasmed; spilling years of his pent up seed, saved up in his beloveds absence, into her depths.
	Lilly froze; had she hurt him? His body was contracting and he had cried out. Suddenly, she felt something new. Hot liquid spilled into her depths in spurts. As his grip tightened on her, he thrust a couple more times and it began to leak out and onto her hindquarters. It was thick, creamy, and white. He moaned long and deep as he squeezed the last of his emissions into her. After pumping his last couple shots into her, he grew still. He seemed to have enjoyed himself quite a bit.
	"Oh god, I needed that." He groaned as he gently released her. She remained on top of him for a moment, then rose to back off of him. She could feel the copious amounts of his semen sloshing about inside of her, and some began to dribble down her legs. His cock bobbed before her, coated in a viscous layer of jizz and her own juices. The smell of the mixture was tantalizing.
	"Did you enjoy yourself too, liebchen? I'm sorry I could not last longer. I missed you too much." He sighed as his cock throbbed and began to deflate.
	"Oh yes, my love. It was wonderful. Well worth the wait." She sighed as she gazed, intrigued, at his still somewhat engorged member.
	"Come here, my love. I want to hold you." He implored, but she had other ideas.
	She gently licked his twitching dick, sampling the cocktail of their combined fluids. The sweet and tart fruitiness of her own flavor was a delicious compliment to the salty tang of his ejaculate. He was unprepared, and could not stifle a gasp as he felt her tongue upon him again.
	"Oh, you must have really missed me. You are ready again so soon?" he chuckled, surprisingly feeling himself rising to the occasion once more.
	Lilly could feel him stiffening beneath her tongue with every lick as she lapped up every sumptuous drop of their commingled ejaculate. The hot trickle of what had been left within her tickled her hind legs as her own insides longed to be filled with him once more.
	"Yes. Yes please, more." She panted, lost to the lust which burned inside of her a threatened to take her over.
	He was fully erect again in no time as she polished his shaft to wet perfection, her tongue playing at the ridge of the head of his member, and even probing down into the slitted tip to sponge up every last drop of him. After thoroughly cleaning his tool, she lapped her way down the stream of cream that had dripped during their lovemaking, and found herself gently caressing his sack. Even here he was covered in the intoxicating concoction of fluids which she hungrily consumed. He gasped once more, shifting in his bed as her tongue wrapped underneath his drained, but quickly refilling balls. She even made sure to cleanse his taint of the milk that had dripped past his balls. Not a single drop went to waste.
	By the time she had finished her very thorough cleaning, he was hot with passion once more; he was ready. He attempted to sit up again to take hold of her, but she firmly pushed him back down.
	"No. Tonight I am in charge." She growled playfully. He smiled though he was nearly mad with desire.
	"Yes Fraulein. What are my orders?" His voice was thick with want, but had taken on a tone of submissiveness that Lilly had never heard from her human before.
	"Be a good boy, and let me work." She replied breathily as she took his member into her mouth once more, causing him to moan. As he tried to take hold of her ears again, she gently pushed his hands aside with each paw in turn. She had made it clear; it was her turn to have the control.
	She took him deep into her maw until the head of his cock bumped against her throat. She suckled like a hungry pup, listening to him moan and pant in ecstasy. He became so helpless and needy beneath her touch; a slave to the intense sensations she lavished upon his sensitive member. As she sucked, her long tongue snaked out to cup his heavy sack and worry his stones about within it. When she did this, he could feel her large and muscular tongue squirming against him. Guenther was too far gone to wonder how his wife had learned all these erotic new tricks.
	Right when he thought he was going to explode once more, she pulled back; releasing his turgid tool with a pronounced 'pop'. He was gasping and gripping the linens at his side with sweat soaking his bandages. She knew well enough now to know that these were all good signs.
	Once more, she climbed atop him. Her swollen lips were still coated in a sticky white glaze which plastered the fur on and around them. They brushed against the tip of his dick as she moved forward, and it was all he could do to keep himself from thrusting up into her warm and waiting depths. He could feel her pulse throbbing in those warm and inviting pillows which pressed wetly against him, begging to be penetrated.
	She could see him struggling to control himself; his hips rocked slightly in his efforts not to thrust further as she hovered directly above the monument of his manhood. It was for that reason that she decided to tease him for a while. She drew the slick meaty lips of her swollen doggy-cunt over the hypersensitive head of his cock; rubbing back and forth. If he were to just bring his hips upwards even the slightest bit he would have been inside of her, but he withheld; he wanted to be a good boy for his beloved. He could feel the smoothness of her flesh beneath the wetness of her fur with each caress which passed over him.
	Occasionally she would dip and allow just the head of his dick to squeeze into her puffy vulva. The hot, wet, throbbing press of her lips was so very different than that of a human woman's. It was tighter, firmer, and the throb of her pulse caused her cunt to contract hard around the tip of his member with each and every beat of her racing heart.
	The machine which tracked his pulse now beeped rapidly; his heart raced as she lowered herself once more, but instead of lowering herself onto his cock and allowing him inside of her, she pressed his cock against his belly, and began to grind herself over him. She rode him in this fashion; his member sliding lengthwise between the tight press of her engorged lips to knock against the swollen little nub of her canine clitoris; the spade. It was so wet and slippery that she moved with ease and swiftness as she glided up and down the length of his tool.
	At last she arched her back, tipping her hips at an angle so that as she slid down his cock once more it slid past the tight press of her slick and protruding vulva and into her throbbing wet depths. Now Lilly could no longer contain her moans of pleasure as she began to once more bounce upon his impossibly hard organ. She could feel him pressing up against sensitive points inside of her which she'd never even known existed until that day. He could tell she was enjoying herself not only by the way she moaned in a low rumble, but also by the way her insides throbbed each time he slammed against her G-spot when she came down upon him; he could feel it like a swollen mound within her which only served to press him tighter yet as she took his entire length inside of her. 
	Her tempo increased as she rode him harder and faster. She was consumed by a lustful frenzy as she rapidly slid up and down his thick pole. All she could comprehend was that she wanted more; she needed more! Something was building up inside of her; something new and powerful that she did not recognize. Guenther, however, knew full well what it meant as he felt his sack tightening, and a wave of something forceful and indescribable building within his belly. All the pain and exhaustion in his body seemed to melt away as he relished the slick wetness sliding over him, coaxing great heights of pleasure from every nerve that could still experience it.
	The wet sound of her massively swollen pussy lips smacking against him at a rapid tempo was punctuated by their cries of delight and the rapid beeping of the heart rate monitor in a chorus of erotic rhythm that only accelerated. Guenther was now thrusting into her with every remaining ounce of vitality he had in perfect concert with her motion as she moved herself up and down upon him, and each time their bodies met, her engorged and protruding vulva cushioned the force of their frenzied collisions. They were on the verge of something immense, both could feel their pleasure building to incredible heights, ready to come crashing down upon them at any moment.
	His cry echoed in the infirmary as once more he felt all his agency slip away and he shot rope after rope of hot ejaculate deep into her womb. His cock and balls throbbed in time as each new wave of sperm was squeezed out of them to fill her insides till they overflowed. This time, Lilly joined him and cried out in ecstasy; her moan was like a howl as her already throbbing pussy throbbed that much harder and faster while she orgasmed with him. The fluids that filled her were warm, and satisfying, and as she came a gush of her own juices squirted out of her to paint Guenther's bandaged belly.
	They were a tangled mess of hot, wet desire; throbbing and panting and cumming until they both laid still. Lilly slid off of Guenther, and nuzzled him contentedly, but he was silent. With a start, she pressed her ear to his chest, yet just as the beeping of the machine reassured her that his heart plodded on so did she hear it thumping slowly within his chest. His exertions had drained what little strength he'd still had. He was asleep, or perhaps unconscious again. 
	Either way, she stayed; determined to remain until the very end.
	The Dalmatian, Leela, stood in the door. The scene that had unfolded before her had only been the tail end of what had transpired between the beautiful young Golden and her cherished human companion, but what she had seen was enough for the Dalmatian to know exactly what had happened. This kind of joining was unprecedented, but the intention in Lilly's heart was clear even to the unanticipated onlooker. Her human had passed out exhausted and happy; she'd brought comfort to an ailing man.
	There was still a strange new smell on the air; as Leela sniffed at it her tail began to wag. As the chief medical canine, what little she had seen had sparked a clinical fascination within her that she would not soon be free of. What were the implications of such a joining? The uncertainty and novelty of what had transpired prompted a number of new questions that buzzed about madly in her mind. This intriguing turn of events boded well; she would need samples from the human.
	For now, though, she would not disturb them. They clearly both needed the rest. There would be time enough in the morning to collect samples once Herr Mahler had rested and replenished his reserves.
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	"You said you had something to tell us, erm…Alpha Senta?" Lieutenant Hans Schmidt addressed the German Shepherd before him, uncertainly. It was strange to be addressing a dog with a title, and yet here he was. Then again, it only seemed appropriate given the circumstances. The other eight remaining humans stood at attention alongside their Lieutenant, garbed with the black armbands that indicated their state of mourning, and doing their best to appear composed.
	"Indeed, Herr Schmidt. The council has come to a consensus." Her voice echoed loudly in the sparsely furnished office in which they held their meetings. The humans had all travelled down to the Services Module to congregate here, and yet the room was not overly crowded. There were so few humans left now, it seemed, even though their numbers had only been reduced by one.
	"While we do not keep up with political talk, we will lend our aide…" She continued, and a collective sigh of relief could be heard from the men.
	"However, we have stipulations." She added.
	"Please state your terms, Alpha Senta." Lieutenant Schmidt replied as calmly as he could; every life here on Valhalla and everywhere else sentient life resided likely depended on this treatise. His soft brown eyes were hardened with determination.
	"We are willing to guard the station from the Reich for as long as your kind remains at our side." She stated with finality.
	Lieutenant Schmidt found himself lost for words, and stood silently for a moment as he tried to fathom what the canine council expected of him and his middle aged crew of men.
	"Pardon, Alpha Senta, but there must be some kind of misunderstanding. You see, those of us who stand before you are for the most part already mid-way through our life-spans. We have only so many decades left to live. Nonetheless the Reich must never be allowed to gain access to these facilities; not under any circumstances. You must protect this facility even after we are gone for the safety of all living beings. They must not gain access to this technology and these resources. It would put countless lives at risk." His brow furrowed with confusion and concern.
	"After you, it shall be your sons which will stand at our side." Senta replied, glancing knowingly over to the chief medical canine, Leela.
	He was flummoxed. Didn't these dogs understand how reproduction worked?
	"B-but we are all males…Our children are gone. Our women are dead, and the Reich would never send any others. We are doomed to extinction. This is an irreconcilable problem, don't you get it?!" He was swiftly losing his careful composure. The pain of losing his darling Johanna to the devastating act of treachery perpetrated by the Reich was still too fresh, even after the years that had passed. Now their numbers had become smaller yet; they had lost a valuable asset and a dear friend the day that Guenther Mahler had finally passed.
	"Bring them out, Leela." Senta ordered to the Dalmatian with a nod. Leela rose and trotted out of the office, leaving the confused humans at attention, and waiting before the council. When she returned, a melancholy yet proud Golden Retriever walked slowly beside her. On her back was a two sided sling which contained a squirming lump in each open pocket.
	"Lilly, show them." Senta ordered gravely.
	With some help from Leela, the Golden Retriever gently removed the sling from her back, and carried it as it dangled from her maw to place it upon the low table in front of the Lieutenant. She gingerly nosed the twin bundles towards the man, looking up at him.
	Lieutenant Schmidt knelt before the table to carefully push aside the fabric wrapping the living bundles, then nearly pitched over backwards upon setting eyes on their contents. Two fresh infants lay before him, wrapped carefully in soft blankets; a healthy human boy, and a girl that could only have been half dog and half human.
	The female infant had the soft fuzzy fur of a puppy, her face and snout were long and whiskered exactly like any other Golden Retriever pup. However, her furry limbs were the chubby little appendages of a human babe. She waved them about merrily as she burbled and yipped in glee; a happy and healthy little girl with the bright blue eyes of a newborn puppy. She seemed delighted to gaze upon the Lieutenant, finding the shock painted clearly upon his face to be incredibly entertaining. Her twin brother wriggled impatiently and squealed fussily; he did not have his sisters warm fur, and he missed his mothers warmth; he was cold.
	"As you can see, there shall be no problems regards to the perpetuity of your species." Senta panted as she placed her head on her forepaws with a gleeful flick of her ears and a merrily wagging tail. She could not hide her satisfaction in the face of the Lieutenants utter dismay.
	Leela gazed proudly at the anthro-pup and her human brother, wagging her tail as well.
	"We've obtained samples of genetic material from the father, and our analysis has indicated consistent compatibility amongst the gametes of our females, and your males. We now have ten other females carrying and more to come, thanks to Herr Mahler's contributions. We would like to begin this process with the rest of your men as soon as possible so that we can maintain a diverse gene pool. We will, of course, require regular similar and regular donations from all of you." The Dalmatian declared to the shocked men standing before her.
	"Do you find these conditions agreeable, Lieutenant?" Senta asked smugly.
	His eyes were still glued to the female infant as his mouth hung open in disbelief. However, he was suddenly brought back to reality as Schultz nudged him gently. Schmidt looked up at his well-muscled and balding comrade, meeting his mossy gaze. The fresh young Lieutenant's eyes held depths of shock and uncertainty, but the seasoned Schütze merely nodded solemnly to his commanding officer.
	"It's ok." He said gruffly, nodding and patting his youthful superior on the shoulder reassuringly. Schmidt turned to the rest of his rag-tag troop, meeting their gazes one by one. In each man he saw resolve and acceptance. In some he also saw hope; perhaps even a small amount of excitement. It was clear; this was a chance at life, and perhaps even a somewhat happier future. He turned back to the council, straightening his lanky frame back to its full height and squaring his shoulders as he once again donned his façade of composure and authority.
	"We accept your terms, Alpha Senta."
	With that the Mahler legacy was secured, and life as Valhalla knew it had been changed forever.