Dixie felt restless. The teen coonhound mix was used to feeling pent up, but it hadn't gotten any easier to deal with the familar deep, throbbing heat that made her unable to think straight once a month. She glanced around the living room while her dad was grabbing another beer for their guest - a tall, handsome goat whose perfectly trimmed hooves and gold jewelry made him look like something out of a fashion magazine.
"Just PBR?" the goat asked. Her father chuckled. 
"Sorry I ain't fancy enough for you, Dmitri."
"Please, said the goat with a polite nod, "It's Dima. And I'm mainly suprised it's not Bud."
"Ha," her father chuckled. "Nah, at least Peeber has a taste."
"If piss is a taste, sure." Dima then paused, looking at the teenage girl who was kicking her legs absentmindedly on the couch. 
"Sorry," he said gently. "Didn't mean to curse."
"She's heard worse," her father said with an indifferent shrug. While true, Dixie couldn't help but appreciate the new guy. He was really - pretty, even? And he was polite, with a gentle voice and almost effeminate nature. She was surprised her dad would even talk to someone who looked and spoke like that and not his usual chubby, beer-chugging football friends.
"How old are you now?" Dima looked directly at her, taking her out of her mind wandering a little too far.
"Um, thirteen?"
"Wow," Dima said with a smile. "The first time I saw you, your father was [i]struggling[/i] to change your diaper."
"Hey!" her father grunted. "I got better!" The group chuckled. Dixie normally wasn't allowed to hang out with her dad's friends, even if it felt kinda nice. But today was an exception because her mother was away for a business meeting and she was old enough now to "be exposed to a little cussin' and groanin' politics", as her father had said.

The hours began to fade as more beer and more conversation went on through the afternoon. Her father had drank a lot - almost six or seven beers, but the goat had stuck to two or three. Her father was starting to fade in and out of the conversation, and Dixie's mind equally began to wane as she kept [i]looking[/i] at the stranger, feeling self conscious and strange about the oppressive heat between her legs and his demure figure and careful, hypnotic movements with each time her shifted or spoke with his hands. She kept thinking about his hand-hooves slowly touching her stomach, moving towards the part of her demanding the most attention...
"Dixie," he said. She glanced up. Her father was fully passed out at that point, snoring on the sofa.
"Would you like to speak more privately?" he asked with that soft, polite smile. She smiled back, slightly wagging her tail and went to join him in her bedroom. She didn't catch what he was implying exactly, she only knew that she wanted to know more about him, and that she liked thinking of how he looked - and that the unbearable heat between her legs got even stronger as he shut the door behind them.
"There, isn't that more comfortable?" he asked. She wagged her tail a little harder.
"Y-yeah!" she said. "Um, sorry, I know my dad talks a lot about politics." He shrugged and rolled his eyes before sitting cross-legged on her floor. She sat across from him, admiring his pretty white button-up shirt and flowing black pants.
"Politics bore me," Dima said with a chuckle. "I couldn't help but notice something though. You've been staring an awful lot today, haven't you?"
"I'm sorry," she said, quickly lowering her head. "You just look really cool and. Um. You." Her eyes slid back up, and he tilted his head with a smirk.
"Me?" he said, modestly shaking his head. "You're much prettier. Just look as those freckles." She blushed and nearly squealed, her tail wagging with a loud thumping on the carpet. He laughed.
"Actually," he said, "I apologize if I've been staring right back - you've grown up so beautifully, I couldn't help it." She blushed harder, hiding her face in her paws.
"[i]Stoooop![/i]" she said. She knew her tail was betraying her feelings though, thumping and wagging happily at his praise.
"I suppose," Dima said, leaning back on his hooved hands, "I ought to ask more bluntly...you seem to be having a hard time with your heat."
"How-"
"You were shifting a lot," he said with a nod, "Awfully restless. And you're about that age, right? When it starts getting really bad for younger dogs." Her tail wagging slowed.
"It's really hard," she confessed. He was comfortable to talk to, polite, gentle...how could she not just tell him everything?
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "Tell me about it." As he asked, he also shifted his position somewhat - like Dixie hadn't already noticed his visible hard on, outlined against his designer pants.
"It's, um," she said. "Like I can't think at all. My brain's just mush. And um, sometimes things help-"
"Like what?" he didn't ask in a way that made her feel pressured, but it did make her start to feel a little flustered.
"Like. Touching myself," she said, unable to meet his eyes. "But dad yelled at me the one time he saw me doing that, so I'm scared to."
"Dear, that's terrible," he said softly. His voice was oddly hypnotic. She wanted to lean into it. Closer. "Touching yourself is completely natural, completely normal."
"Is it?" she was burning up. Every part of her body felt uncomfortably warm. 
"Yes," he said. "I do it almost daily, actually."
"Really?" her eyes met his again. That gentle smile, that oddly handsome figure...
"Yes," he said, before slowly - and delibrately - tracing the outline of his twitching penis just under his clothes. She felt a little lightheaded. She felt uncertain of how to ask. Thankfully, he was a perceptive kinda guy.
"Would you like to touch it?" his voice, never too aggressive, never loud. She nodded, slowly. He began to unbuckle his pants.
"May I ask," he said, gently taking her paw as he undressed, "To do the same to you? Once you're done, of course." Her brain, once again, was completely blank.
"You don't...have to wait," she said, beginning to join him in undressing. He nodded with a charming grin - and the odd pair's clothes were soon placed to the side.

The first thing Dixie noticed was that, for the first dick she'd ever actually seen in person, his was...almost as pretty as the rest of him? It was very long, tapered slightly at the tip, and had a darker base with speckles throughout. His balls, however, seemed to contridict that by being massive and oblong.
"You have freckles too," she said. He chuckled.
"I'm surprised you're [i]not[/i] freckled here," he said, gesturing to between her legs. It was true. Dixie had a dark outer part to her very puffy canine pussy, while the inner was a much softer pink.
"It really feels weird when I. When I have heats," she tried to explain. It visibly even looked different, puffing out and getting much wetter to the point she was dripping throughout the day. Dima nodded, kneeling in front of her to look.
"That's pretty normal for little dog girls," he said. "May I?" She nodded, and he reached out. She was worried his hooves might feel too hard or weird against it but... He held her pussy very gently between his fingers, placing his thumb against the middle - which made her immediately want to squirm.
"Mmph," she whimpered out softly, but he continued to hold her.
"Sensitive," he said gently. "Very cute." He leaned in and kissed it, making her almost instantly see stars.
"[i]Ahn[/i]," she maoned, moving her hips instinctively to try and get more friction. He pulled away both his lips and his hand, licking his lips.
"S-sorry," she muttered through the haze she felt. He reached up and patted her head, stroking her ears, then leaned in - and raspberried her tummy with a loud "ppppbbbbt".
"Hey!" she said, suddenly finding herself struggling against the ticklick kissing and raspberries against her tummy. But her tail was wagging hard, she was giggling, and the older goat grinned up at her before attacking again, making her hold his horns as she laughed and playfully struggled against him. He finally let go, and she let go of his horns in return, falling back onto the carpet still giggling. 
"That was so [i]mean[/i]!" she said, tossing a plushie that hit him straight in the face. He laughed.
"Sorry," he said. "You were nervous, so I wanted to break the tension." She was quiet for a moment. He really wasn't this all graceful, all serious type was he? It made her feel a bit more relaxed.

They went to the bed, and Dima laid on his back with his hands behind his head, giving her the okay to do as she pleased. She wasn't as nervous as when they started, so she carefully began exploring with her paws - his chest, the curve of his horns, the lines on his hips. She took her time, just wanting to know him, and he seemed relaxed enough he might even fall asleep too. At least until her hand brushed lower, against his dick that had grown much harder during her careful exploration.
"Ah," she said softly as it twitched. "It's already kinda dripping...?"
"Mm," Dima responded, the relaxation clear in his voice. "It's because I really like what you're doing." During this whole process, the heat between her own legs had been getting worse and worse. She started to understand what she wanted, what she [i]needed[/i], but she was too shy to say it. She took a deep breath - and decided to show it instead. He sat up as she moved to the end of the bed, watching as she positioned herself a bit more comfortably - and held up her butt. She lifted her tail, a small inviting wag drawing the goat in.
"You want to?" he asked. That gentle voice again. She nodded.

He positioned himself behind her, running his hooved hands up her thighs and squeezing lightly, before reaching up to the center of her heat and gently spreading it. Even just the cool air of the room against her dripping spade was enough to make her shudder in anticipation.
"Alright," he said gently. With another slight shift, the goat soon brought the tip of his long, gorgeous dick to her aching heat. She spread her legs, almost instinctively, giving him more space to work with - and making her spade drip even more, droplets staining the sheets beneath them. He didn't need to warm her up or anything. She was soaked. 
"Ready?" he stroked the fur of her back reassuaringly.
"Yeah," she said. She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, but wasn't sure that worked. He eased in. The tip sank easily into her, making them both moan.
"You feel amazing, Dixie," he praised softly as he sank in deeper and deeper. "So soft... like velvet." Her brain once again felt completely blank, but in a different way.
"More," she whimpered.
"More?" the entire length of his cock sank into her with surprising ease. The teen was taking it like it was nothing, but it certaintly didn't [i]feel[/i] like nothing.
"Ohhh my god," she moaned against the sheets.
"Yeah," he said softly. "Feels a [i]lot[/i] better with someone else, hm?"
"Ah. Mm," she couldn't stop her hips from moving, sliding against that long tapered cock that filled her all the way to her cervix. She felt incredibly thankful is was pretty thin for the most part, easy for her to take.
"Please," she moaned out to him. He chuckled.
"I'm not even moving," he said gently. "You're doing that all by yourself. What a good girl."
"Ah, [i]please[/i]," she moaned. "Please, move-" he immediately did as she asked, grasping her hips and beginning to move at his own pace. Slow, deep thrusts made the pup moan out mindlessly, whine, and shove her hips back eagerly into his thrusts. His massive, swinging goat balls started to slap against her with each thrust, which made her even more excited. She started wagging, unable to form coherent sentences anymore as her hips were bouncing on his cock with desperate eagerness.
"Dimaaa," she whined as she felt the heat building up more and more. "Mmm, it feels. Oh. Ah!"
"Cumming for me soon?" his voice was as smooth as silk, but there was a hitch to it, he was panting hard. His cock was flexing and twitching inside her with every deep thrust. 
"[i]Yess[/i]," she moaned out. "Almost. Almost." Her hips were moving erratically at that point, no rhyme or rythmn, but he kept a firm grasp to make sure she was being bred properly to not lose the friction.
"That's it puppy," he groaned out to her. "Let it out." She did exactly back. It was intense. First, her body stiffened, but he kept moving - it was crazy, addicting, and suddenly, the peak shifted.
"Ohmygod," it stumbled out before her breath caught, before a sudden rush of adrenaline, hormones, and pure [i]bliss[/i] washed over her body. Dima grunted and froze just as she felt the wave crashing over her.
"Dixie," he gasped, gazing down at her blissed-out face. "Me too, sweetheart, I'm right fucking there-" his dick flexed so strongly inside her that it made her thighs tremble hard. She felt the tip of his cock pressed tight as far in as it could be. 
"Dima," she whimpered breathlessly as her own orgasm finally brought her back down to earth. "Please, make me pregnant..." The goat gripped her tightly and let out a very un-dignified grunty moan. His massive balls tightened close to his body before flooding her little womb with his cum. She could feel its warmth pooling inside her, making her drool and wag her tail like crazy. 
"Feels amazing," she mumbled softly.
"Yes," he gasped out, slowly regaining some of his diginified speech, "Absolutely incredible..." 

He stayed inside her for as long as he possibly could, milking every last drop of semen he could into the younger pup. He'd cum so much that Dixie even had a visibly bulging tummy, filled to the brim with goat cum. Some naturally dripped out as he finally slipped out of her, but Dixie stuck her ass higher into the air.
"Mm?" he asked, gently patting her butt. 
"I wanna be pregnant," she whined. He chuckled.
"I don't think you're going to have to worry about that," he said, gently holding her drooping belly. She licked her lips and slowly brought her hips back down.
"Think we may have to split soon before your dad wakes up," he said with a sigh, gently massaging the teen's slender legs as he spoke.
"I mean he told me he wants grandkids," she said with a grumpy pout. "Why would he mind?" Dima ruffled her hair and floppy ears.
"How about this," Dima said. "I'll invite you over every weekend for a while to give your dad a break. And we'll make sure you have [i]lots[/i] of little goat-pups. How about that?"
"Deal..." her voice trailed off. She was pretty sleepy after all that. He pulled a cover over her, offered her a pillow, and then began getting dressed. Before her left, Dixie spoke.
"Dmitri?" he paused in the doorway.
"Can you kiss my tummy again? Before you leave?" she looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. He smiled.
"Of course," he said softly. Politely. "What gentleman wouldn't?" She grinned.