Stretching forward over her back, the male's response was a loud commanding bark followed by a low masculine growl that sent instinctual shudders down her back. The small female knew that her pet would never hurt her had she had the strength to push him up and off. Any efforts would be in vain as his superior weight kept her firmly on all fours, back arched perfectly to accept his enthusiastic thrusting. Damn, who knew her dog had such a nice cock?
"You've got to be fucking with me," groaned Taylor in aroused frustration at enjoying being fucked by a feral. Hell, her body seemed atuned to the masculine pheromones emanting from both the Sheppard's shaft and his heavy balls swinging with each buck of his hips to slap her thighs. Glaring back at Jet, she bit her lip ring as another moan of pleasure threatened to ripple through her at his fast and deep strokes. Panting his hot breath against her cheek and neck, Jet seemed to be smirking at having gotten her to partly submit to him.
"You need to fucking stop," his owner whined, bowing her head to muffle her obvious pleasure into the overstuffed pillow she'd been sleeping on. Folds slick with juices, the wolf hybrid knew that if the male didn't stop soon she was going to end up coming. Why couldn't it have been Zeff coming home having forgotten something? She would have gladly had his pups. Oh, she was so ready for pups right now. She could practically feel his shaft growing larger just so he could give her that litter.
No! She was only nineteen for fucks sake!
"Oh...fucking....shit...." Tay moaned out, eyes snapping wide open in realization that the ferals thrust had become much shorter for his shaft had been getting larger due to his swelling knot. Huffing loudly, Jet's nails of his hind paws scratched the floor as he attempted to get the leverage he needed to force his knot inside her. With one last growl in her ear, Taylor lost all conscious thought as her orgasm assulted her, brought on by the loud pop of a knot tieing her to her dog.
Laying there with her tongue hanging from her maw in esctasy, she could vaguely feel the sensation of hot thick seed flooding her womb with the throbbing of the male's cock inside her tight entrance. There was little doubt in her mind that without those fucking pills that prevented her eggs from being fertilized in her heat she'd be safe from a litter of feral pups. While not illegal, there were still a notable few who looked down upon females who slept with ferals, much less were bred by them. Panting, she let herself drift off to sleep having been firmly sated while hopped off her back to face the opposite direction until he was free to walk the house again.
"Well I've got good new and bad news," quipped Zeff, holding up a piece of paper he'd gotten from his uncle's vet at the kennels. While he'd been shocked at the turn of events, not to mention sorry for his friend, he was glad the shewolf was taking things in stride. A few months since Jet had knotted her, the petite canine's normally flat belly was showing signs of the pups maturing within her belly, not to mention the fact her breasts had gone up half a cup size to accomodate the little furballs.
"Bad news is that they  definitely take after their dad?" guessed Taylor, licking peanut butter from her latest kitchen experiment since the cravings had gone into full affect. When Zeff nodded, she glared down at her feet where said father of her pups was sleeping blissfully having come back from another walk. "And the good news?"
"The kennels offering to sell them for you, with you getting a large portion." informed Zeff, handing the piece of paper from his uncle's vet and his uncle detailing the test results plus proposal. Partly due to the taboo on breeding with ferals, the resulting litters were rare and special considering feral pups resulting from anthro-breeding were often more intelligent, making them good service and rescue dogs.
"Looks like you've got another source of cash," teased Nikita, pulling a tray of cookies out of the over with a saucy smirk at her friend who just stuck out her tongue in reply. Wrinkling her nose, Taylor placed her paw over the swell of her stomach.
"I'm hoping this is a one time occurance," Taylor grumbled, ear flicking in annoyance. "Bad enough he's probably going to recognize the scent of my heat before I do now."
~Epilogue~
Taylor's pregnancy went by without a hitch, her pups soon finding homes with special needs children and disabled veterans. Two were even trained as K9 officers on the coasts. As she worked on getting her pregnancy body back, the wolf hybrid couldn't help but blush at the knowedge that it wouldn't be too long before she'd go into heat again....