Legends say that there was once an idol. A thing of true beauty. A silver statue in the image of a mighty oak with only one branch. Upon it sat a golden bird-like creature and at the foot of the tree sat a single canine of unknown origin. From a simple glance at it, the view could tell the two creatures looked at each other.

Not only was it said to grant great fortune to its wielders but if one of each species depicted on it were to make contact with it at the same time, something incredible would happen. What this incredible event was however, was lost to time. Only legends remain of what was once real. Who created the statue, where it came from or for what purpose are facts lost to even myths now.

But like all legends, they have a bad habit of coming back out of nowhere to prove that they’re anything but fairytales…

Jenna walked through the town, her ears tucked back and her head slightly down in deep thought. It was late into the evening and the usually bustling town had fallen into a deep sleep. She wanted to join the rest of the town into a satisfying sleep but right now, that was the last thing she could actually get right now. 

The streets were still lined with remnants of the celebration of the medicine being brought over by her mate, Balto. She smiled at the memory of the once outcast wolf being welcomed by all the other dogs and hailed as a hero after Steele tried to take the credit. The memory left her heart filled with warmth. The celebration on the other hand…

She sighed once again. 

In her late night walk, she looked at herself in one of the close by store’s windows. In the bright moonlight, she could see herself perfectly in the reflection. 

A tall, slender anthro copper colored husky started back at her in the mirror. Tall enough to stand over a normal human male and Balto was just a few inches taller than her. Her tail bounced playfully, attracting more than her fair share of fans from the men, even when she wasn’t trying. Her long, full legs lead up to her curvy hips, tummy and a pair of breasts sitting perfectly between big yet not to big. Her copper fur and cream colored stomach made her stand out from the white, snowy background of the town. Made her hard to miss.

As she examined herself she felt a smile grow on her maw. She wasn’t a show off by any means but her body made her stand out. All the other dogs in the town only wanted one thing from her, especially Steele. That’s why she fell for Balto. He was just so sweet and didn’t try to do anything like the rest of them. 

… But after tonight, she was starting to wonder if it was more than just because he was sweet.

	“Maybe I should talk to Boris.” she told herself. Boris was a loud mouth of a bird but when it came to Balto he’s an expert. He did raise him as a pup so hearing him gush about his adoptive son would be what she needs to hear. She knew he’d be in his special hide-e-hole, drinking some of his homemade booze.

It didn’t take the husky long to find his home away from home. A barely held together shack with the lights on, even in the late evening. Not to mention the “pleasant” aroma of his home made liquor filling the air. Jenna wasn’t sure what was worse, the smell of the taste of the stuff. 

	“Boris? Are you here?” She asked after politely knocking on the door and letting herself in. She knew the old water fowl wouldn’t mind having her over, since they were practically family now. As she walked into the living room, her sharp ears picked up on the sound of hooting and laughter from the back room. The shack, as small as it is, had at least 3 rooms: the living room, his bed room/bathroom and his backroom where he drinks himself silly singing russian folk songs. And speak of the devil…

	“There's no heart more tender
But the one of your dear mother,
Nothing will warm you
Like the heat of her holy soul!

No matter how bad the weather is,
She's the source of warmth for us.
Hits or misfortunes,
Mother will always soften them for us!”

Peaking into the very back room, the copper colored hound found the snow goose dancing wildly with something in hand as he sang like a drunken sailor. 

He was at least two or three heads shorter than her with a thick, stocky build. She was always surprised to see him fly off into the air like an actual goose. His body, a mess of feathers that he took surprisingly deep care of, even when he was enjoying a bottle of gin or vodka. The plump bird danced madly as he held out a strange shiny trophy object of sorts. Just as she noticed it, he stopped singing and dancing and noticed the husky.

	“Jenna! My favorite female canine friend! Come, come, come, come! Join me in this good fortune!” 

	“Did your shipment of premium brandy finally come in?” she teased, knowing he’s been looking forward to his favorite drink from his home land for the last few weeks. 

	“Oh hardy-har-har ms-excuse me. Mrs.Button nose! Behold!” Boris holds up the statue in his hand to give the husky a better view. It looked like it was made of silver, shining in the house’s lights. The idol was big but in his grasp looked like it didn’t weigh any more than his own feather, especially with him swinging it sound like a dance partner. 

Jenna reaches out and gently touches it while still in her pseudo step father’s hands. It was well crafted and made of heavy metals. Despite the obvious age on it, it looked and felt as smooth as the day it was made. Even with how cold it was, the statue had an odd warmth to it. Not as if it was just touched by someone else but like it was radiating its own subtle heat somehow.

Neither of them notice the subtle glow of the wolf and avian’s eyes, nor the surge of energy that entered their bodies in that short instant. Boris handed the statue off to her as she “oohed” and awed at it. In the moment, Jenna found herself fascinated by the strange piece of metal. She touched the canine part of it, turning her head in curiosity. For a moment she was sure she could make out what could only be an image of herself in the mold. 

Her slender hourglass shape. Her heavy breasts and thick ass, all ready to start popping out pups. All adorned by sweet silky smooth amber and snow white fur. Her mind drifted back to the less than satisfactory night with her mate. She wanted more. She wanted to feel more. She didn’t want to mate. She wanted to rut. She needed to be fucked and hard.

	“Jenna dear… Would you care to stay the night?”

The husky turned around, unaware of the intense hungry look on her face. Jenna looked down to her new stocky father figure and noticed the exception package he had let swing freely. Her eyes widened as she fully took in the size and girth of the monstrosity. Layered in what she could only describe as filth, the unwashed water foul’s cock glistened in the light, just like the very statue she was holding. Intimidating veins crawled across the shaft, pulsating with life and eagerness. 

Just below, his heavy balls were the size of goose eggs, large and low hanging and giving of a scent her keen nose fell in love with. Every slight more, ever little twitch of motion made the fire inside her hunger for his touch. How good would they feel if they slapped her ass? How deep could he go? What if he was the one to give her a belly full of puppies instead…?

The memory of the poor night with Balto and the hung male in front of her sent the usually competent dog into a breeding crazed train of thought. 

	“I… I think I could Boris. It's supposed to be snowing heavily and Balto likely won’t wake up until the morning.” She said, now coddling the statue with a coy smile on her face. Glancing down at his crotch again, she could see he was still growing! He wasn’t even fully erect yet he was leaking thick gunky seed, eager and ready to be planted. 

	“Excellent. Now then let me get a nice fire started in the pit and we can stay nice and cozy…” he laughed, eyeing the horny mutt as she gave him her own excited smirk. 

	“Ngh! Ahh! AH!!”

Late into the evening, things had become more than intimate between the canine and the burly goose. Jenna, the caring and loving husky hound, found herself bent over with a roaring fire close by. Very unlady-like sounds erupted as Boris, the adoptive father of her mate, plunged into her hungry hole over and over. 

Boris snorted, gripping the hounds tail for leverage and to hear the wonderful sounds she made as he took her. The roaring fire almost seemed unnecessary as the heat between them built up. The statue, the cause of everything, had been tossed aside into some corner of the room as the two lovers went at it. 

	“Feels good, yes?!” he asked, slapping her ass. Seeing the plump rear jiggle before him helped further ignite the fires of lust in the bird. He loved hearing the sounds of the young pup’s whines and calls of pleasure as she takes him.

	“YES!” she cried, tears of happiness washing down her face as she panted, pushing back as Boris buried the stud cock into her further. She clawed at the floor, whimpering over and over as the fire stirring in her belly seemed to only get worse. She snarled as her instincts demanded her to be fucked harder. Rougher. Deeper. She wanted more. “B-BREED ME!” 

The proud russina goose headed her call. 

	“If the lady askes… BORIS WILL!” 

Putting all his weight into it, Boris buried his obscene cock into the willing bitch all in one go. Jenna’s eyes widened as her legs shook violently from the intense sensation that washed over her. Boris had been gentle with her thus far. Until now, she thought he had been going as deep as possible. But he was barely over halfway into her. 

Her sopping wet pussy sucked him right down to her trembling womb, feeling the thick bulbous head blugon its way into her deepest parts. Her little womb was force fed the older male’s cock, sucking on it greedily like it was the last cock she could ever want inside her. 

	“Has the little lady gone quiet?” he teased. 

Jenna couldn’t stop herself as she soaked the grizzled gessesse cock with her fluids. Her slick cum drenching his filthy cock, dripping down his heavy pink nutts and onto the floor. This was it. This was what she wanted. The deep invasive feeling of a male’s cock inside her. Finally scratching that itch that’s been awakened inside her when she came into Boris’s home. Balto’s cock made her feel good. But Boris… He made her his bitch proper.

	“M-m-m-ooooore!” she cried. Excitement filled her voice and mind as the large bird stayed deep inside her for a few moments, making her appreciate the big virile cock down to the last inch. Jenna could feel every throbbing vein on the thick shaft, the enormous head planted firmly inside her womb, pulsating powerfully. The intense smell of  debauched sex filled the little cabin, smelling like a true breeding den between mates. The pungent portly bird anthro finally started moving again as Jenna suddenly clenched around him, signaling she was more than enjoying herself with a second climax.

	“Oh don’t worry little lapochka! Boris will give you more than you can even handle!”

True to his words, the fat bird went further beyond than the poor doggy could handle. Jenna howled as loud as she could as she felt the fat cock pulling away from her, making her shake with need. The horny husky felt the brutal thrusts with more impact than Balto could ever generate. Her breasts shook violently, the impacts simply being too much for her. Behind her, she listened to the portly bird grunting passionately behind her. Her sensitive ears picked up on the sounds of his heavy balls slapping her curvy ass along with every impact, teasing her with the prize she wants so desperately. 

Suddenly, Boris pushed her down, forcing her top half to the ground as he took advantage of the leverage between them. The loud wet slap of his greedy cock going into her depths seemed to grow stronger. All she could think of, all the little spellbound mated husky can do was desire to be bred by the big strong older man.

	“B-Bo-Ahhh!” she shook like a leaf in the wind as her most sacred place was invaded, taking in the thick member balls deep. 

	“Shhh…! Here’s what a good lapochka like you deserves!!”

Boris clenched his eyes shut as he felt his overly full balls tighten up. The older male smiled gleefully as he felt the potent seed brewing inside his bloated nuts as they slowly rose up. He can’t remember the last time he’s had a good and proper romp with a woman. Or the last time he had some time to relieve his aching eggs. Looking down at the cum hungry husky, hearing her delicious whimpers and grunts of their intimate breeding session. 

He alternated between slow and deep and hard, not giving sweet Jenna a chance to get used to his movements. She couldn’t help but compare her mate to the big bird plowing her. More experienced. Older and packing the equipment she needed inside her. The sick sounds of her greedy hole sucking him down, keeping him in a nice tight vice around him, egging him on to keep going. 

Balto will make a good father. 

But Boris will be an even better breeder!

Boris pulled back, seeing a thick trail of her sticky juices cling to him before going balls deep into the wanton husky once again. He needed to clench his eyes as the force rose up his shaft, expanding and thickening as the first rich shot finally went off inside her. The potent sludge thick cream fired off like a volcano inside of Jenna. Mouth agape, eyes gone hazy, she’d become nothing more than a more than willing cum dumpster for the older bird. She howled out like the wild bitch she truly is, her only saving grace being the heavy snow damping out any noise hiding their sin.

	“Ain’t over yet!” he yelled over her howls, grunting out as more of the pungent spunk began to flow out of her, sticking to fur and feathers alike. A puddle of the heavy cream began to slowly form, spilling and splashing between their bodies, marking them with the result of their late night. Boris gripped her full hips and gave one last thrust, a sudden thick sludge shot of cum firing off from his slowly spent cock, signaling the final end of their breeding session.

Jenna looked back at Boris, both of them panting and sweating as they finally took a breather. Pushing herself up, the two of them met halfway, him still fully inside and kissed. Breaking the final taboo between them, the lovers settled into a well deserved sleep. The long forgotten statue still sitting off in a now forgotten corner.

Several Months later…

	“You look like you’re coming along well.” Balto said as he rubbed Jenna’s newly pronounced baby bump as they rested at home. She giggled as her mate's soft hand touched her so gently. 

	“Of course! The little ones are quite rambunctious, you know.” she looked down at her belly, heart swooning at the memory of the night. “Oh, I’m gonna go see Boris later tonight. He’s been helping me a lot with breathing exercises while you’re out!”

	“Just don’t let me know if the old codger gets on your nerves.” The wolf laughed.

	“Oh, there’s no worries there! Me and Boris get along quite well! Speaking of, I’d better go ahead and get going!” Jenna got up, kissing her husband on the lips. “You said, you’re gonna be gone overnight, right?”

	“Yeah, gotta take it nice and slow on the trail. We’ll be careful so no worries! Just try not to go too stir crazy while Boris is around.”

	“I can handle him, no worries! No go go, stud!” As Balto left, Jenna licked her lips as she thought about the fun the two of them will be having together. “Hope Boris is ready for a few all nighters…”

The memory of her first unfaithful night was always on her mind. She nor Boris knew or cared why they went at it so much. The moment they held that odd idol, it was like something inside them changed. She still loves Balto. Nothing changed inside her about him. But Boris… Every part of her body wanted him that night and every night after. She could lay with Balto and enjoy the sex somewhat but with Boris, she’d willingly be breed by him until they were both ready to pass out. 

The obvious evidence being her large belly. They’d be her puppies but their father would of course be the virle russian stud. Feeling them move around full of energy, Balto tenderly loving her one night and Boris roughly fucking her into a stupper. 

It was only a matter of time now. 
Just a matter of time…