The thick, mixed scents of arousal, sex and lust filled the whole room, making breathing much harder than it actually was for the female that stood in the corner of the room, throwing small glances with her yellow eyes at the exhausted trio that was peacefully snoring on the sofa, one sprawled atop each other. She didn’t think that she’d ever see Sasha, King and Fox in such a position, and to her dismay, it made her even hornier than she was—the thick air didn’t help at all either.

 Yet, it was all true. She had seen it all take place with her very eyes. The fact that King had ended up tied to Sasha on the couch wasn’t so surprising, but that Fox would end up tied to King in the same way was something she didn’t expect herself.  The husky still had a dreamy expression on his face as he snored on top of them all, his arms wrapped around the male under him – it seemed like he was very pleasantly surprised with the outcome himself. Daisy couldn’t help it but giggle. They looked so cute together! All three of them lay on top of each other like they were making some sort of a pile, and they all shared a bond that made them appear even closer.

 She quickly turned away and walked to the sink, scrubbing her paw clean under the warm water. It was stuck to places it wasn’t before, and the dirtiness only confirmed it. Maybe if she didn’t please King just a moment ago with her fingers as well, she’d simply lick them clean and let it be… but the fact that she now couldn’t made it only easier on her, seeing that she was in the middle of her own heat cycle.

 She was surprised that she hadn’t jumped Fox or King before Sasha even had the time to do so. It was probably mainly because she had a bit of fun with the shepherd herself before they discovered the two peeking at them through the window… Still, Sasha could be happy that King wasn’t too slow to accept her offer, because Daisy certainly wouldn’t ask but get straight to the action. The burning above her crotch was getting unbearable; she really had to do something about her heat soon.

 Stopping the water when she was done, she had dried her paws and gave one last, longing look at the three dogs sleeping on the sofa. The longer she looked, the more she was tempted to do something with the trio, so she decided it would be best if she just left and took care of her problems in some other way. She just walked over to the husky and took off his collar, strapping it back onto herself – she certainly wasn’t about to leave without something like that, strolling around naked wouldn’t help her cause at all.

 The Labrador quietly padded out of the room and through the hallway, unlocking the door again only to slip through. She closed behind herself again and gave the house one last look, smiling to herself a bit. Things in there certainly exceeded any of the wild fantasies she might ever have had about her friends, it was nice that things like that were entirely possible and really did happen. Now she just needed to help herself as well and everything would be fine.
 That was the problem though: How was she about to help herself with something like the burning lust? Everything was harder now that she was outside; she was at least out of sight when she was back in the house… But staying in that sex filled room was out of the question. She paced back and forth on Sasha’s doorstep for some time, before she decided to just walk until she found a suitable spot to relief her need.

 Luckily for her, it was just around midnight, so the whole street was still dark, illuminated just by the faint rays of white light the half-moon provided. With so many dark places, it turned out that finding a quiet, private place for herself wasn’t as hard as she feared it would be. She didn’t even have to walk for long until she saw a seemingly abandoned, small dog house – a perfect place for her to hide behind.

 A wide, lustful grin spread the black furred female’s lips as the anticipation grew within her with each step she took towards that inviting spot. By the time she sat down next to it and leaned back against the wooden wall, her crotch was all wet, her lips puffy and demanding. Being in heat wasn’t easy, but getting through it was twice as rewarding as normal fun was.

 Letting out a quiet chuckle, Daisy licked her lips lustfully, stroking a lone finger across those soft, longing nethers. Shivers ran up her spine at the very touch, she had to clench her teeth to hold that pleased coo in. She might have been in a safe spot, but that didn’t mean she could go moaning all over the place either, someone would surely hear her. This street was full of all sorts of canines after all, and they had particularly sharp hearing.

 However, all her concerns vanished just as soon as the soft pad on the underside of her finger made contact with that soft flesh between her legs again, making her feel like she had electricity shooting through her whole body. It felt so good… and it made her want even more. Her black finger pressed against the labia a little bit harder, rubbing up and down against that demanding entrance, parting the lips with the soft press just enough to let the digit rub slightly against one of the walls hidden inside.

 Clenching her maw shut, Daisy was left with huffing through her nostrils, her breathing growing harder and more intense the more the finger rubbed. She just couldn’t help herself but let a very quiet coo escape her lips when her finger slipped inside of her almost all the way to her first knuckle, wiggling around the love tunnel, teasing the already irritated flesh with the small doses of pleasure.

 She did her best to keep this slow and quiet, but she was quickly enough failing, seeing that her finger soon moved from just rubbing all the way to that little pleasure nub hidden at one end, rubbing over the clit eagerly to derive as much pleasure as possible. Taken aback by her own body, Daisy opened her maw and a moan escaped her. Biting down onto her lower lip, she huffed in dismay at her lack of control and continued to wiggle her finger away from the pleasure button, her heat made everything much harder on her than it would actually be if she wasn’t in her current state.

 The lustful dog couldn’t keep her teasing for any longer, as it did nothing but make everything worse. A soft trickle of pleasure wasn’t nearly enough to sate her hunger; she needed much, much more of it. She needed intense amounts of it delivered at short, powerful bursts, but that was something she couldn’t really get herself. Yet, she could at least try, which was what she had to do, unless she wanted to find the nearest male and jump him right in his sleep.

 She added another finger to the one she was already using, sliding the two digits between the soft nethers, much faster and harder than she did before. If she thought that keeping quiet before was hard, it was near impossible by now – but that was nothing that would stop her. Huffing, the Labrador continued to thrust the two fingers all the way inside of her, her lustful walls giving it a tight squeeze each time those pleasuring digits reached all the way in. She squirmed and wiggled against the doghouse, pushing that paw forwards and backwards as she eagerly fingered herself. Finally, this was something that satisfied her a little bit more, but it still didn’t quiet cut it.

 Thrusting her fingers in and out on an even faster rate, she wiggled them around once inside, rubbing all over her inner muscles, at least to the point that she could reach. Groaning and letting out stifled moans, she added yet another digit to the mix, pushing all three of them in at the same time; only to pull them out again and thrust them back in. Her paw was almost flying back and forth, squirting juicy mess all over her crotch and the ground as she did her best to get rid of that burning lust filling up her veins and mind.

 While her paw was occupied with her longing puss, she reached up with the other one and gave one of her own breasts a tight squeeze, ending up wiggling against the small house even more. Her moans, even though she did her best to quiet them down, were getting even louder, the pleasure becoming hard for her to sustain. Kneading that soft mound with her fingers, she pinched her nipple between her thumb and index finger, the flesh already hard as a small diamond before she even touched it. Rubbing over the areola with her thumb, she then soon returned to those eager gropes she rewarded herself with.

 If someone was to walk around the doghouse now, they wouldn’t really be able to see anything – especially thanks to Daisy’s fur colour. But all that was for nothing when she was moaning and cooing in pleasure, the female not even trying to retry her failed attempts. Luckily for her, the place was empty at this late hour and nobody had interfered with her desperate act. Though if some male did, she surely wouldn’t mind the extra ‘help’.

 She was all alone here though, so she had to help herself. Luckily for her, the fingers had proven to be quite pleasant as well, especially now that there were three of them plunging in and out of her hot tunnel. Moaning into the night, she rubbed against her inner walls wildly, the muscles quivering wildly around her fingers each time they went in, clenching onto them in sudden spasms. She could feel herself getting close to her orgasm; she couldn’t possibly put this up for much longer.

 Groping that round breast, she rubbed all over it with her paw before she moved to the other one as well, her other paw still doing its best with her twitching cunny. Her fingers flew in and out, pushing her one step closer to her climax each time she had dipped them in. It didn’t take more than a few more thrusts for the female to finally hit her peak.

 The moan that announced her orgasm was much louder than she would like, but she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to actually care. Panting and moaning in delight, she held her fingers in as her walls clenched onto them greedily; trying to milk them of all the contents they’d provide if they actually weren’t her digits, but the male part that was supposed to be there instead. Yet, her fingers were enough for her to get through her heat more than once already, and this time was no exception. A cock was just a luxury she didn’t have at the moment.

 Huffing loudly, she just rested with her back against the doghouse, panting heavily as she basked in her own afterglow. The sense of relief was so good that it almost multiplied the pleasure derived from her wonderful peak, leaving the Retriever almost powerless, sitting limply against the wooden wall. She brought the paw covered with her own juices up to her maw, licking over her sticky fingers, cleaning them one by one. When she was done, she just sat there and stared up on the half of the white ball on the sky, not feeling like moving anywhere for a while. She didn’t even really have to, the weather was nice and the air was still warm, even though it was night time already.

 She thought that she’d get up after a while and walk home, but she wasn’t so sure about that when she started to doze off, her eyelids becoming heavier with each second, her limbs refusing to move. It even seemed that the ground itself was becoming more comfortable under her, so she just continued to sit there with her eyes closed, giving up to the sleep that was taking a hold of her.

 Her sleep didn’t last for long though. While she dozed there with her eyes closed, a large wolf was sneaking towards her, silent and fast in the darkness. Even if he made some noises though, she wouldn’t notice, her senses still too distracted by her own afterglow, the sweet taste of orgasm lingering in her mind and distracting her focus with pleasant dreams.

 Daryl, the big wolf, didn’t even have to look at the female peacefully sleeping with her back still against that small doghouse. While her moans that the gentle wind carried through the whole neighbourhood could be passed for someone else, the scent intensified by her heat was so strong and distinct that he would find her even with his eyes closed. A deep, lustful growl rumbled through his chest as that scent hit him hard, the pheromones females released in their heat working their magic almost creepily well on the big, grey wolf.

 It had just shown that there was still a bit of beast lingering within him, that he hadn’t abandoned his feral wolf as much as the other, tamed dogs did. His whole wolf pack was like that, and he liked it more that way. He still had quite a bit of his former nature to cling to, which was something he and the other wolves valued a lot.

 Daryl stopped in his tracks and listened for a while, watching the female cautiously for any signs of her waking up, but she remained perfectly still, breathing in and out in an even rate, completely oblivious to his presence. “Damn it Daisy, you must’ve had a fun day today if you’re out like that.” he commented with a chuckle, rubbing his hands together as a wide, toothy grin spread across his muzzle.

 “Luckily for you, I want on a bit of that as well, so your fun haven’t even ended yet.” he then added as he closed the distance between them with three fast steps, pulling the Labrador roughly up and spinning her around. Finally, the sudden change of position seemed to break through the cloud of sleepy pleasure that was overwhelming her senses and she opened her eyes, trying to look back. She couldn’t though, because just as soon as she moved, the person unknown to her pressed her hard against the small house, bending her over at the wry roof.

 Letting out a surprised yelp when her breasts were tightly squished against the cold surface, she gave a little wiggle in panic, way too sleepy to actually try and identify the person behind her. “W-What…” she began, but the person behind her was so much in a rush that he wasn’t about to even let her finish. Just as soon as the first word left her lips, something hard pressed against the second pair of lips, the much puffier, stained and lower pair of lips.

 Obviously, the male didn’t even wait for a permission of any kind – and if Daisy had to be completely honest, she’d be disappointed if he did, after he picked her up and pushed her against that house like that. She had finally collected herself enough to inhale deeply through her snout – and recognize that familiar musk of her mate, Daryl. He was exactly what she needed, and his presence made her extremely happy – his almost feral and rough sex was the best thing that could sate that heat fuelled lust burning inside of her loins.

 She didn’t let any of her happiness show however, playing along with the big wolf’s plan, pretending to still be a poor, unknowing female left to his mercy. She knew that it was exactly how he liked it, and if he liked it, it would be much more enjoyable for them both. The already throbbing, large cock that was coaxed out of its sheath with that delicious scent of her juices and heat was already pushing between those needy lips, stretching them far wider apart than her fingers could even hope to do.

 Letting out a pleased moan mixed with a small yelp, she stretched her hands out on the roof and gripped onto whatever she could, letting the wolf to have his way with her. And he indeed did. That wide shaft was pushing further and further, stretching her inner walls apart, pushing in deeper into that love tunnel of hers, continuing until their hips met. Stopping for a brief moment, Daryl growled right into her ear and dragged his tongue along her cheek, before softly biting down onto her neck.

 His possessive gestures only pushed Daisy higher in her ecstasy, causing her to moan and beg for more as she lay there; pressed against that doghouse she had passed for empty a long time ago. She seriously doubted that even if someone was there, they would still be asleep. Daryl let the stillness last for just a brief moment however, gripping her rump tightly with his greyish paws for support, pulling out of her harshly, only to force his large cock right between her nethers once more. His first entry was rough, but this one was even stronger, faster…. and much more enjoyable.

 It might look like that the experience wasn’t so enjoyable for Daisy, seeing how she was squished against that wooden structure, being rammed from behind by a wolf more than a head taller than her, but truth be told, she was feeling like she was in the seventh heaven. With her eyes closed tight, she let out a sharp yip filled with lust and pleasure as she was filled by that wonderful cock yet again, her legs shivering and her walls clenching onto that amazingly large meat in frantic spasms. What was even better however was the fact that her mate was just getting started.

 Their hips have barely touched this time and he was already pulling out again, only to force himself in right after that, following his pattern of increasing speed and force, leaving the Labrador yelping and moaning in pleasure and excitement on top of the doghouse. He continued to thrust and pull, quickly enough building up a savage pace at which he pounded the gorgeous female, growling and groping her ass the whole time he did so.

 Daisy loved the wolf’s aggression, clinging to the doghouse with all her might as she even pushed herself backwards against his thrusting hips, getting as much pleasure as possible from his powerful thrusts. She almost screamed her moans out now, feeling that a second orgasm was already approaching her with giant leaps, the wolf clearly in a similar state as his growling grew louder – and his pace even faster, as hard to believe that might be. He continued to pound her with all the energy he had, the poor structure shaking under the force of his savage motions. If they both had a better grasp of their senses, they’d probably get worried that the house might fall apart if they were to treat it like that.

 Meanwhile, in that very doghouse Daisy thought to be empty, Squeak had a very hard time falling asleep.  Not only were there horrendous, rhythmic thuds disturbing her from her sleep, but their whole house was shaking with each impact, as if someone was trying to bring it down on top of their heads.

 The mouse sat up, looking around in irritation – though obviously, there was nothing she could see in the complete darkness, and it wasn’t like she wanted to go out with something like that going on as well. At first, she just blamed the noises on the storm, trying to fall asleep again and ignore the disturbance completely, but when some odd, squealing noises were added to the mix, she had a hard time believing her excuse – and sleeping was already out of the question for her by that time.

 She looked at the dog she was sitting on, her partner, Joey. He was a hound dog like his older brother, Bino, but his personality was as far from his sibling as it got. He was kind, nerdy and he liked cats—which was something that Bino would never, ever do. His odd liking of the felines was what connected him and the mouse on top of him, though in her case, her fetish was even weirder.

 The small, white mouse got up and padded over to his head, tugging at the edge of his ear urgently. “Joey, wake up!” she told him, but he just opened his eyes and looked at her, smiling a little bit. “What? Did you really think I was still sleeping with such a storm outside?” he asked her with a chuckle, opening his maw in a wide yawn. Squeak had to laugh when he came up with the same excuse she used at first, shaking her head.

 “A storm, huh? Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never heard of a storm that would moan.” she told the male with a little pout, sitting on top of him again. He looked at her in confusion and almost horror, before he just laughed himself. “Oh come on. Moaning? That just shows what you’re thinking about.” he nagged playfully, sticking the tip of his tongue out at his beloved mouse.

 She just let out an irritated huff, looking away for a while. He had unwittingly hit one of her weak spots. She was actually thinking about having children with Joey for quite some time, and the thought would just cling to her more often each day. Of course, with their extreme size difference, there was no way they could ever have babies, which pained her a lot. She couldn’t get her mind of that horrible fact, and bringing it up only made her feel worse. But of course, she wouldn’t bring that up in front of Joey… she had no idea how he might react to that. She just rather kept it to herself, giving him the silent treatment.

 “Come on, Squeak… It’s just the wind squealing. Why would there even be moans? That makes no sense.” he started speaking again, laughing at the thought. “That would be as if someone was having sex right against our house, which you have to admit is a ridiculous idea.” he tried to reason with her, but to his surprise, she just looked straight into his eyes with a wry expression.

 “But what if they are?” she quickly asked him, too caught up in her previous thinking to soften her tone. She felt bad immediately after that sentence left her lips and quickly looked away, squirming a little bit on top of her mate, anxiously waiting for his response. He was taken aback by her sharp tone, opening and closing his maw as he didn’t know what to say. He just looked at the mouse helplessly, but before he could do anything to break the awkward silence, something unexpected did it for him.

 Their house had suddenly shaken more than it had before and a deep, rumbling sound, followed by a dragged out moan pierced his ears.

 “Was that a… A growl?” he asked in disbelief, looking up at the roof as if he was able to see through the wood and identify the sources of the odd noises. But of course, the only thing he could see was pitch black. “Yes! And the next noise was a moan! I told you!” Squeak quickly responded, jumping up to her feet as she paced back and forth along his chest. His eyes just glanced up at the roof and then back at the mouse, the dog unable to comprehend what was going on.

 “But that’s just stupid!” Joey complained, looking up at the roof questionably. Just as he stopped, they both heard yet another very loud growl and a moan, followed by something that sounded like panting of two very exhausted people. The whole house shook under the pressure as something had hit it again and again, and just as the hound dog was opening his mouth to say something else, something warm trickled down from the roof onto his face.

  “What the…?” he asked in confusion, feeling his wet face with his paw. There was no question about it, there indeed was something warm and somewhat sticky on his face, and it dripped at him right from the roof. Was the wind so strong that it made cracks in the structure already? But since when was the rain warm and sticky? And why didn’t he hear raining either?

 He had realized just how silly his excuse must’ve sounded, bringing his finger to his maw to taste just what dripped onto him. The scent was somewhat arousing and sweet, which only confused him even more. He had never tasted a female before to know what he was licking right now, but he was already sure that Squeak was closer to the truth than he dared to believe. The house still creaked and shook as the two people on top of it moved – even Joey now acknowledged that it must be people outside, because there just wasn’t any other possible explanation.

 “I’ll go check what’s going on, you just stay here.” he sighed out, a little bit mesmerized by the taste in his mouth and the scents in his nose. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he sure enough knew that he wanted to look outside and see who the source of something that delicious was. Just when he was sitting up, the whole house creaked in protest again – and then it fell right on top of them both.

 Daisy let out a sharp yelp when the whole house suddenly gave away at the force of the last trust with which Daryl had forced his completely swollen canine knot into her. With one last push his engorged cock exploded, shooting a copious amount of cum deep within the Labrador’s awaiting love tunnel, filling her up with that thick, warm and sticky substance. Daisy quivered from the feeling of her walls clenching tightly around the wolf’s swollen meat, her inner muscles gripping the wolfhood tightly and milking it greedily with eager squeezes, her own body determined to get every single drop of his canine seed.

 What scared her even more though wasn’t the fact that she was falling, but that she wasn’t he only one who yelled – and it certainly wasn’t Daryl either. The wolf certainly wasn’t someone to squeak in a high pitched voice, nor was he under her at the moment. He must’ve heard it too, because he tried to retreat and pull the female up off the rubble – but it was too late. His knot had already formed, tying the two canines together so tight that they couldn’t move at all.

 “Oh my god! There was someone in there!” the Retriever exclaimed in shock, grabbing onto Daryl in worry. He just stared at her with slightly widened eyes, still obviously caught up in his orgasm. He had recollected himself soon enough however, quickly grabbing the female tight and rolling away onto his back, dragging her with him.

 Daisy couldn’t help it but moan as the hard shaft within her wiggled about, poking at her walls as if it hadn’t stretched her out enough already. She just clenched onto him some more and looked at the rubble worriedly, but she couldn’t see anything under the wood – though it was clear that someone was in there, judging by how the pile was bulged up – and she was sure that she heard some voices under her earlier. How could she miss that the doghouse was actually occupied? Or, more importantly, how come that whoever was in there didn’t come out earlier, considering how much noise they made outside?

 None of that mattered now, though, they had to make sure they were okay! Though being knotted by a large wolf like Daryl was, she couldn’t really do much but flail her arms around… and that didn’t help anything at all. Looking at her mate helplessly, she bit onto her lower lip. “Can’t we do something? We did cause this after all… I just hope that they’re okay.”

 The male nodded and looked around for a bit, before he held Daisy up a little bit, positioning her into his lap as he sat up himself. Of course, that didn’t go without any moaning, but that wasn’t anything Daisy could help at this point. “I suppose I could do something… Just hold onto me.” he then told her and stood up, the Labrador holding onto him with both her arms and legs as she was instructed.

 Indeed, he managed to walk to the rubble and started to pick out the wood one plank after another, and while it was something rather awkward and clumsy, they both were glad that he could do at least something. It took them almost about ten minutes, but they finally revealed the unconscious Joey that was lying under the wood – and surprisingly enough, he seemed perfectly okay. He must’ve got really lucky, as he didn’t lose anything else than his consciousness.

 They didn’t even notice the small mouse lying next to his head at first, but upon closer look, it was clear that she was okay as well. Letting out a loud sigh of relief, Daisy hugged onto Daryl tight and he sat down with her again, just holding her close as they both waited for the knot to deflate. They just sat there in the night, next to the rubble, cuddling and hugging each other, occasionally looking at the odd couple lying on the ground in case they were waking up.

 But they weren’t, they were lying there completely motionless – and if it wasn’t for their faint breathing, they could just as easily pass for dead. Both Daisy and Daryl were really glad that wasn’t the case and they anxiously waited for the knot to subdue.

 After about another, silent twenty minutes, Daisy was finally free. She quickly got up and ran to the two, checking on them both from up close – but just as they have established earlier, they had no visible damage done to them. Daryl crouched down right next to her and made sure they were okay himself, coming to the same conclusion as she did.

 “I… I think I’ll take them home.” the female dog then said, feeling terribly sorry about what h ad just happened. She was really glad that they both didn’t come to any harm, but they did destroy their house – and she had blamed it all on herself. If she didn’t think the house was empty, none of this would’ve happened. If she just stayed back in Sasha’s house, no one’s home would get destroyed either. If she...

 Daryl’s hand on her shoulder had pulled her from her thoughts and she looked worriedly at her mate. He just gave her a reassuring look and patted her back gently. A shiver ran down her spine, was her worry really so visible, or did he just know her that well? “Look, you couldn’t have known that they were inside. Besides, they’re both okay, so it’s all fine.” he told her, giving her a soft hug. He then picked the unconscious dog up and nodded, waiting for Daisy to get the mouse. “But you’re right, let’s take them inside.” he then agreed, giving her a soft smile.

 The female blinked, wiping the tears off of her face. She was just overwhelmed with emotions, and she almost started crying when Daryl spoke. She just nodded weakly and picked the mouse up, gingerly holding her in her paws and following the wolf to her own house. She then stopped and looked back at the rubble one last time, letting out a quiet, pained whimper, before she just turned around and caught up to the wolf again. As they walked home, she was already preparing explanations and apologies for when the two were to wake up.

 Surprisingly enough, the two haven’t woken up the whole night, it was as if they fell back into their sleep – a very deep one, at that, as none of them seemed to notice that they were moved all the way from their broken house to a sofa in Daisy’s living room. She and Daryl sat on armchairs across from them, watching the two almost motionless bodies carefully. It was hard to believe that someone like the two would form a couple. As if interspecies relationships weren’t unusual and frowned upon enough already, the massive size difference between the dog and the mouse made such a relationship look impossible. Yet, the two seemed to love each other and be perfectly happy together – or at least that was how Joey made it look like all the time. They couldn’t really ask them how it was working out between them when they both had their eyes closed, their breathing calm and soft.

 They still had at least six more hours till the sun was to rise up, and that was more than a long time enough for the two mates’ eyelids to droop down slowly as well. Just sitting there and doing nothing but watch the odd, sleeping couple did nothing else but to put them both to sleep as well, and even though both Daisy and Daryl did their best to stay awake and watch over their friends in case something happened, sleepiness eventually won the struggle with their mind and dragged their consciousness out of their own grasp as well. Softening up a bit, they both just sank into their own armchairs and fell into a frail sleep, their minds getting lost in the dark abyss of their mind, surrounded by relentless and strange dreams they would surely forget by they woke up.

 Funnily enough, it was neither Daryl, nor Daisy that was the one to break through their sleepiness first. Frowning in confusion, Joey looked up at the white ceiling, trying to figure out whatever had happened to their dark, small doghouse. He certainly didn’t remember it this big, or having a white ceiling for that matter. As he moved a little bit, Squeak let out a cute, little huff as she was woken up as well, her face too filled with the similar reaction the hound dog had.
 “Joey?” she asked sleepily, trying to hide a wide yawn that had followed afterwards. She looked around properly once more, her small eyes stopping at the couple in the chairs. “Are we… Are we in their house?” she added, her tone unsure as she spoke.

 “I don’t…” her partner started, rubbing his head with a groan. It really hurt for some reason; he was feeling a bothersome headache coming onto him, which was not a good thing right in the morning. “It seems that way. But what are we doing here?” he confirmed with a sigh, following with a question of his own. As he looked at the sleeping Labrador, he got that feeling like he had forgotten something important. He tried to think back, but nothing but fuzzy images that might just as well be his dreams came to mind. Blushing at the content of some of those odd thoughts, he quickly sat up, the mouse moving onto his shoulder as he did so.

 “You tell me…” Squeak sighed, shaking her head gently as she spoke. “I had this weird dream, about our house falling onto our head…” she then offered, laughing at her own words. That quiet, high pitched giggle finally seemed to wake the other two up as well, as the wolf’s ears suddenly perked and he sat up abruptly, Daisy twitching her way to awareness as well.

 “That… That wasn’t a dream.” was the first thing she said right after she woke up, staring onto the floor in shame, unable to look its owners into their eyes. She just sat there and somewhat shrunk in her position, chewing onto her lower lip as she anticipated their answer. She truly felt horrible for what she had caused yesterday, and she didn’t expect them to take kindly to it… It was their house after all, a place where they both lived – and she destroyed it just because of something so silly like her stupid heat.

 “What?” both Joey and Squeak asked in union, staring at her blankly. When it was clear that she wasn’t about to say anything more, they shifted their gaze to the large wolf. A deep sigh washed over his body and he nodded gently, still looking right at them, unlike his mate. “Yeah, it’s true. And it’s our fault… We’re both really sorry that it happened, we at least took you and let you two sleep here for the time being.” he then said in his usual, low tone, laying a hand over Daisy’s back gently. She gave a little shiver at his touch, almost trembling in guilt. What they did was bad, but he thought that she shouldn’t take it to heart that much, nothing happened to them after all, and the house could be rebuilt.

 “Now that you mention it…” Joey suddenly said, his eyes shifting from the wolf to the Labrador and back. “I am starting to remember something. Were you guys, um… On our house…. Err, having s--?” he asked, or rather tried. Squeak gave him a sharp look even before he had the time to finish his question, cutting off his last word. He was quite glad that she did, because what he was about to ask was embarrassing—but what did she look so upset about?

 The mouse caught his questioning gaze and shook her head quickly. “I-It’s nothing!” she claimed, looking away from her partner and back at the other couple. Daisy was now not only looking at the floor so intently that it looked like there was something very interesting down there, but she was also blushing fiercely even through that soft, black fur covering up her cheeks. Daryl twitched a bit in his seat, suddenly feeling a bit awkward in his position as well—which was probably the first time they had ever seen him look like that.

 “Look, we’re really sorry—and I promise you this: I’ll rebuild your doghouse, and I’ll make sure it’s even better than the one you had before. Okay?” he then suddenly offered, effectively shifting the course of the discussion away from the dodgy topic. The mouse’s expression brightened and Joey nodded eagerly. “That sounds great! Our old house was getting rather obsolete anyways… You might’ve just as well helped us with this small accident.” he said and laughed, downplaying the whole situation with some humour. To his relief, it seemed to work, Squeak agreeing with him with an amused giggle of her own. Daisy wiggled a little bit and looked up, bringing a small smile onto her muzzle.

 “But first, let’s get some breakfast!” she then told them and got up, heading to the kitchen in a noticeably better mood. She was really worried about how they would react to what they’ve done, but it seemed like they weren’t really that mad about it. She wasn’t expecting things to go so smoothly, so the course of actions was a pleasant surprise to her. Tail wagging behind her, she started preparing some toasts for the others to eat.

 Joey and Daryl moved to the table meanwhile, each of them sitting on a chair – Squeak was still seated on the hound dog’s shoulder. They all discussed how the new house might look like while they waited for Daisy to finish making the breakfast, trying to figure out how to make the new house better than the previous one. They’ll probably need a little bit bigger one, as it was starting to get a little bit stuffy in there – and certainly a more resistant one, so the accident wouldn’t repeat itself in the future – even though Daryl seriously doubted they would dare to ever do something like that again, especially knowing all too well that the doghouse definitely wasn’t empty.

 It didn’t take long and the black furred female was already serving toasts, sitting down as well then to grab a bite with the others. They didn’t talk much while they ate, just mostly minding their own food or looking around the room. Finally, the wolf broke the silence again when they were all finished.

 “Well, I’ll go work on your new home then.” he said and gave them a small smile, getting up from his seat. Joey looked at the male and then at his mate, before he got up as well. “I’ll go help.” he offered with a grin, Daryl nodding at his words. Daisy blinked in surprise, but she didn’t say a word. It only made sense that he would go as well, it was their house after all.

 “In that case, I’ll stay here and keep Daisy some company while she cleans this mess.” Squeak said from the table, having moved there during the time they ate, laughing. There were a bit more plates than Daisy was used to, seeing that she had guests today – but it was still far from messy. She just laughed as well and nodded, looking as the mouse ran up her arm and settled onto her shoulder instead.

 “Okay guys, make sure to return by noon, I’ll make something for lunch.” the Labrador then told them with a smile, standing up as well. She walked over to Daryl and gave him a hug, watching as both her and Squeak’s mate left the house afterwards.

 A moment of silence had stretched between her and the rat again now that the other two left, the dog grabbing one plate after another and piling them on top of each other so she could wash them then. She carried them over to the sink, before she finally got herself to say something again.

 “I’m really sorry about yesterday.” was the only thing that left her maw, not sure what else to say. She didn’t know why she retreated to that matter again; she had probably still felt bad inside, even though they settled the situation quite some time ago already.

 “Don’t worry about it.” Squeak replied, shattering the last pieces of doubt that have lingered in her mind. “We weren’t hurt at all in the accident, and Daryl and Joey are making a new house already, so… Nothing that bad had happened, it only means that we’ll have a new place to stay, really.” she then added with a snicker, her bare tail twitching behind her as she spoke.

 Daisy nodded and turned on the water, scrubbing the plates clean from the toasts’ remains as she fell into silence again. Yesterday was a special day, in a lot of ways. More stuff had happened in that day than she would dare to think possible in a whole week. It all confused her a little bit, and even though there were some bad things about yesterday, it had overall ended up well.

 Again, the mouse was the one to speak first, clearly one of the more talkative types that wouldn’t stay silent for long. Daisy wasn’t exactly a quiet individual either, but yesterday’s events made her unsure as for what to say around the tiny female, even though she had apologized already – and the apology was accepted. “So, you and Daryl are together, huh?” Squeak asked, grinning up a bit on the canine’s shoulder.

 Typical girls’ talk – now that Daisy could do rather well. She smiled herself and nodded gently, drying up the plates she just cleaned up. “Yep! It’s nothing that secret, really. We’ve been together for quite some time already, almost since we’ve met here. I love him, he’s kind, yet he can be so aggressive at the right times…” she trailed off with a big wink, the thought of sex stirring up her insides, the burning anew. Her heat cycle certainly wasn’t over yet, but that wasn’t really a problem for her. When something happens so often, you get pretty much used to it, be it good or bad – and her heat was certainly both.
 “Plus, he’s a big and handsome wolf. I think I’ve got really lucky with him.” the Labrador then added, giggling happily, setting the dishes aside and walking over to the living room, sitting down on the sofa. The cleaning was done rather fast after all. Squeak trotted down from her shoulder and settled in her lap instead, so Daisy wouldn’t have to tilt her head all the time when talking.

 “That he is.” the mouse then agreed, laughing as well. “Wolves are a little too big in my opinion, quite scary if you ask me.” she then admitted, shifting her expression into a small pout. The dog laughed heartily, shaking a little bit as that joyful, ringing sound went through her body.

 “Too big, eh? I wouldn’t expect you to say something like that, seeing that you’re together with Joey. He might be a bit smaller than most, but he certainly isn’t small compared to you.” she stated jokingly, her yellow hues fixed at the small, white mouse settled in her lap. She twitched a bit at that remark and looked away, obviously bothered by that fact. Biting onto her lower lip, Daisy apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that… It’s just that this was on my mind for quite a while already, and well, I’m sometimes too curious for my own good. I couldn’t help it but ask how it is working out between you two.”

 “It’s not, that’s the problem…” the mouse started to reply quietly, looking somewhere at the canine’s tummy as she spoke. The cheerful little critter suddenly seemed even smaller, all the hints of her previous good mood gone. “I know this sounds quite… silly, but I’ve always wanted kids.” she then continued to explain, speaking slowly in a pained tone. “I love Joey, but with our size differences, something like that is obviously impossible.”

 “Then again, I should’ve known that from the very beginning, so it’s my own fault for feeling like this now. I guess I’ve never really thought that far when I got together with him… He was just so nice and lovely… and he liked exactly the same stuff as me as well, which was something I haven’t noticed with anyone else before either! But now… I mean, he still is kind and caring to me, he is everything that he was before, but the problem is more than on my part than on his. I want to have children with him, but I can’t… And I am afraid to tell him about this as well, because I don’t know how he might react. He might laugh at my stupid wish, or he might even get scared off a bit… I don’t know.”

 The mouse continued to speak, the words flowing out of her like a waterfall of emotions. It was clear that this matter was resting on her mind for a long time, and that she wasn’t talking just about the past few days. There was so much for her to say that she was even getting lost in her sentences a bit, jumping from one bit to another, and Daisy had to pay a lot of attention to manage to piece the puzzle together. As she listened, her whole posture drooped gently as sadness radiating from the small mouse washed over her; of course she didn’t find her wish silly. It was only natural for someone like her. She herself was no different, letting Daryl take her like that when she was in heat… it was more than likely that something might come out of it. She wasn’t sure if the wolf realized that, but for the similar reasons as Squeak, she didn’t bother to remind him.

 “It isn’t silly, Squeak. I… I know how you feel, or at least in some ways, I can relate.” she replied softly, feeling sorry for the odd couple. She wished she could help somehow, but how could she, with a problem like that? She certainly didn’t have any means to help with such an unusual problem… then maybe, if she knew about someone else who could help… that’s right! There was one person that she could refer them to, she was pretty sure she might be able to help!

 “I really want to help you. Love is a precious thing, and nothing should be allowed to get in its way, even if it’s something so seemingly impossible to change as your own nature. Now, it’s nothing certain, but I am pretty sure I know someone who could help you.” she spoke softly, the mouse’s ears perking up at her last words, almost like dog’s ears would.

 “You do? Who is it?” she interrupted her quickly, desperation and a sign of hope sounding in her little tone. Daisy nodded to her question and smiled. “I don’t know much about her… She goes by the name Sabrina, she’s a black cat. If I even know about her though, I don’t think you should have any problems finding her. She lives on the edges of the Babylon gardens, try asking around there.”