Warren came home from a long day working at the kennel and nearly passed out the instant she sat down on the couch. She pushed herself up and made some coffee to keep her up just a tiny bit longer. Tomorrow was going to be Saturday, which meant she could finally hang out with her friends. Like usual, she reeked of dog and cleaning solutions that she used at the kennel. The red anthro husky didn't hate her job. She loved meeting new dogs and owners, walking the dogs, and being able to pet and play with them - but it was hard work. She often came home disheveled and covered in scratches from some of the bigger dogs "playing" a bit too roughly. She thought absently about one of the dogs as she made her afternoon coffee. There was a big Chow Chow that had recently started boarding there. He was huge with a typical Chow Chow purple tongue and rust red fur like hers. He didn't really play rough, but he did spend a little too much time sniffing her when she was filling up his water and food. She thought about how much of a handful he might be for his original owner - she couldn't remember who brought him in. She wasn't sure why the dog had gotten stuck in her head. He was just the same as most other big dogs there. Maybe it was just neat to see an unusual breed. She sighed and went back to focusing on her coffee. Time to wind down for the night. 

Warren woke up slowly, blinking through the sleep and reaching over to her phone. She immediately was feeling oddly needy and called up a friend. 
"Hey, William," she murmured sleepily into the phone. 
"Hey," said the deer boy. "What you up to, Warren?"
"Just uh, wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today?" she asked softly. A mental image of the deer's long dick entered her mind. She'd messed around with him a few times, and was feeling needy enough to consider the shy boy again. 
"Sorry, I'm going to my girlfriend's place today," he said. She went silent for a moment.
"You have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Since when?"
"It was kinda recent," he said with a nervous laugh. "Sorry, Warren."
"It's cool," she said in a very "that isn't cool at all" tone. "I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, seeya," he said. After she hung up she let a frustrated sigh into her pillow. Would she have to do everything herself? She could tell she was coming into heat from even considering fucking a friend again. She'd just have to deal with it herself. She climbed out of bed and fetched the vibrator from the toy chest in her closet. She returned to bed and slid off the panties she slept in. She tentively placed her hand between her legs and could feel her canine pussy nearly dripping with heat. She bit her lip. It was bad. Normally her heat was under control easily just by distracting herself, but it was clear this time wouldn't just go away. She only touched herself briefly before picking up the bullet vibrator with an urgency she normally didn't posess. Holding the bullet against her needy clit, she turned it on and immediately clenched her legs together as the buzzing made her start to hump against the tiny vibrator. After a few seconds of humping, she was getting very into it - when her phone rang. She unfortunately glanced to see if William might have been calling her back, but it was work. With a great amount of effort she turned off the vibrator and let the drenched bullet fall to her bed as she answered, breathless.
"H-hello?" she asked, trying to not pant into the receiver. 
"Hey Warren," said her boss, not noticing. Or not commenting. "We're short a head today, would you be able to come in?" That of course, wasn't really asking. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. 
"Okay," she said. "Be there in an hour ish."
"You're a lifesaver." he said. As soon as he hung up, Warren muttered "dick" under her breath. 

Warren was frazzled as hell by the time she reached work. Her heat hadn't gotten any better - maybe even worse. She was grinding against the bus seat the whole way there. She walked into work feeling ready to start a fight with (or fuck) her boss that was nearly double her age. But when she clocked in, he had just left her a note near the schedules that told her what kennels to clean. Fucker. She picked up her supplies and left. The husky's frustration didn't get directed at the dogs, though. No matter how angry and pent up she was, she couldn't look at their cute faces and feel mad. 
"Hey Ruffle," she said to one of her favorite repeat customers. The old bloodhound thumped his tail happily on the concrete. She could easily clean around the old man and made sure to rub his ears and give him a quick kiss before she left. He kissed her back, licking her lips and she giggled. 
"Hey, stop," she told him with a louder giggle as he continued licking her mouth. But as she spoke, his tongue went in her mouth. Her heat throbbed. She quickly pulled away, her face turning bright red. Ruffle tilted his head curiously at her as she left his kennel. 
"Calm down," she muttered softly to herself. "I'm just worked up. Nothing big." She slowly exhaled before getting to her last kennel of the day. The Chow Chow. She glanced at his name tag. Utah. Weird name for a dog but okay. 

"Hey, Utah," she said as she entered his kennel. The Chow stood up, lazily yawning and stretching. She refilled his water and food and sprayed out the back end of the kennel with no problem, but as she was gathering her things to leave, Utah ambled up to her and shoved his nose between her legs, sniffing into her shorts deeply.
"Stop," she said, shooing his head away. He shoved his nose against her harder, placing a paw against her shin and dragging her back. 
"No," Warren said a bit more firmly, but as she pushed him away he placed his teeth around her pants and tugged them as she shoved him away, exposing her ass and plump canine pussy. Warren pushed back harder and tried to pull up her pants at the same time, tripping and landing on all fours. Oh no. He didn't mount her immediately though - he pressed his nose to her heat and licked her. She might have been able to get away, but the feeling of his tongue deeply penetrating her aching heat made her shudder.
"N-no," she said, a bit more meekly. "N-not at work. Please..." Her voice trailed into a muffled moan as he licked her harder, her cum beginning to drip onto the concrete. She spread her legs a bit and lifted her tail over her back, trembling. She was quickly realizing just how needy she was, and it was hard to argue with a tongue soothing the intense, burning desire in her. She looked over her shoulder and could see the tip of his dick poking out of his sheath. She licked her lips. 
"C'mon Utah," she urged gently. "C'mon boy. Be quick, before my boss finds out." She patted her thigh and the Chow tilted his head at her before taking the cue. 

The Chow Chow grabbed Warren's hips and brought his hips up to hers, but not before dragging her knees on the concrete. She winced, but positioned herself so her tail fell to the side as he mounted her. She felt the tip of his cock press against her thigh, then closer to her butt. She reached behind her and grasped the dog's sheath, guiding him to her needy dripping pussy. The dog's dick pressed into it for just a second before the tip slipped in. She gasped. Utah tightened his grip and instinct took over. He rammed his shaft into the husky's cunt, then started slamming his hips as hard and fast as he could into her, shaft quickly growing and stretching the husky's pussy. 
"Fuck," Warren hissed into her sleeve, overwhelmed by the intensity of the dog cock going from managable to tearing her pussy apart in just seconds. The dog bred her roughly and treated her like any other show bitch. She bit her lip to try and keep herself from moaning to loud, but some escaped her despite that. The sound of his cock slapping into her pussy and him panting into her ear was driving her mad. Legs trembling from the rough breeding, she steadied her arms onto the concrete and realized that if anyone came walking through the kennel, they'd see a top employee giving the dog some special treatment. She whimpered and moaned at the very thought of being caught. Crazed with heat and unable to think of anything other than the cock slamming into her, she stopped trying to muffle herself and moaned loud enough for anyone in the kennel to hear. 
"Good boy," she moaned. "Breed me harder. Fucking knot me." She gritted her teeth as she felt the dog's hefty knot press against her cunt. 
"Please," she cried out. "Please, fuck, I need it." The Chow Chow single mindedly slammed his knot against her until it slipped inside with a grunt of effort. Warren's thighs spasmed and her voice arched into a high pitched whimpery moan as she came, entire body shuddering under the weight of the large Chow Chow. She panted and trembled as she felt his hot seed filling her and dripping out of her needy pussy. Utah huffed before sliding off her back and standing back to back to her with his knot still deeply embedded inside her. 

Warren looked nervously at the kennel door as she was tied with Utah. Her boss could have easily seen her if he decided to open the main kennel door. She found herself weirdly excited at the thought of being caught, but not at the thought of losing her job. The knot pulsed within her and her train of thought was lost one more as she pushed her hips back against it, digging her nails into the concrete and panting harder. His seed overfilled her and dripped onto the kennel floor beneath. It wasn't long before the dog's pulsing cock sent her into another series of spasming orgasms, the husky's arms finally giving out from the shaking. She fell to the concrete, her back end still up as she was pumped full of potent dog cum. With her face against the concrete she drooled uselessly on the ground, unable to think of anything other than her filled pussy. 
"Good boy..." she babbled softly against the floor. "You're such a good boy." Just as it felt like her body couldn't physically handle any more cum pumped into her, there was a popping noise as the knot slipped out. She gasped softly as she felt a trail of cum leak down her thighs and drip on her calves. Slowly and shakily, the girl gathered her clothes and put them on. She glanced over at the Chow as she pushed herself back to standing up, having to grab the chain link fence to steady herself. Utah was sitting on his cot, carefully licking his swollen cock. Warren tried to think of something to say, but she was too exhausted. Instead, she quietly left the kennel and looked at the clock. It was about fifteen minutes after the time she was supposed to clock out. She went back to the office, where her boss was sitting and glancing at paperwork. 
"Was about to go check on ya," he said. "You're usually pretty quick to clock out." 
"One of the kennels took a little longer than I planned," she said with a nervous laugh. He nodded and went back to doing paperwork. Warren sighed in relief and clocked out. 

The husky couldn't stop thinking about the big dog once she got home. Her heat was satisfied, but still she couldn't help but think about him. Unfortunately, he was gone y her next shift - just a weekend boarder. She felt oddly lonely. But as the husky went back to her normal job, she noticed herself slowing down. She was sensitive to the smell at the kennels and found herself going to the bathroom on break to throw up. 
"What the hell is happening to me?" she groaned into the toilet. Slowly, the realization dawned on her that anthros and ferals had the ability to interbreed. Panicked, after work she bought three pregnancy tests. And she used all of them when she got home. She stared disbelievingly at her results. 
"No way," she muttered. All of them showed a positive result. "Fuck." She tried to think about it rationally - it wasn't uncommon for interbreeding to happen, and when she gave birth they'd be feral, not anthro - all feral-anthro pairings just resulted in ferals. Puppies. 
"I'm having puppies," she muttered. 

Her body began to change to match her condition. Her tummy grew round and her nipples, from chest to stomach, grew puffy and sensitive and began leaking milk. She finally gathered the courage to talk to her boss one afternoon.
"Zander?" her voice squeaked. 
"Yeah?" the wolf glanced up, then paused. He really took in her look for a moment, round belly and all. "Did you...do something with your hair?"
"I'm pregnant," she said. The wolf's eyes widened. 
"Oh," he said. He began frantically going through papers. "Uh, I guess you'll want maternity leave. Let me just find the - congratulations by the way - the paperwork." He then paused. 
"No offense," he said, "but you're...single, right?"
"Y-yeah," she said. She was quiet for a long moment. "I'm having puppies. Not a baby." 
"Oh," he said. There was a long, awkward pause between them. Of course that meant she'd had sex with a feral dog, of which the kennel had many.  
"Please don't fire me," she said. "I really love this job and-"
"Why would I fire you?" Eric asked gently. "You're pregnant - you look great by the way. And...you know, I won't lie. I knew."
"What?" she asked. 
"Utah, the Chow Chow," he said. The color drained from her face. "I walked in and saw you...you know, a little tied up." 
"Why didn't you fire me then?" she asked. He sighed, then rubbed the bridge of his greying muzzle.
"This conversation is already confidential, alright?" he said. She nodded in agreement. He took a deep breath before continuing. 
"Thought it was hot," he muttered. "Went back to my office and...ya know. Took care of myself the same way." He chuckled to himself. She blushed deeply. 
"You...thought it was hot? And got off to it?"
"Yup. That's about it. And you're havin' puppies so...we're even." Warren looked down at the floor and then up again at her greymuzzle boss, the wolf's twitching ears and golden eyes. She bit her lip a little. 
"Are we really even?" she asked. 
"Depends," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Wanna go out for coffee this weekend? After the paperwork." Warren's tail wagged slowly. 
"I'd love to," the pregnant husky said.