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thought up during my log drive.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Part 2 in the story I had thought up during my log drive.", "writing": "[center][u][i][b]Therapy[/b][/i][/u][/center]\n[center][u][b]How Things Changed[/b][/u][/center]\n[center][b]By Sellestia[/b][/center]\n\n\n\nTherapist: Thank for joining me again Kelsey. Just like last time, our session will be recorded via audio log. So last time you were hear, you had told me about the first time Alex, your now husband had forced himself upon you. You had stated that there was more to the story still, would you like to continue?\n\n Thank you for having me again, and sure, I can continue. Not much one for small talk are you?\n\nTherapist: Well, your mother is paying a pretty penny for these sessions. She should get her money's worth right?\n\n Haha, I guess you're right. So if I remember right, I had left off with how I was feeling the next morning. So I guess I'll pick up from there. By the way, seeing as why I'm hear I guess I should let you know. After our last session, I went home and jumped Alex. Thankfully the kids were with their grandparents, cause I didn't even give him a chance to make it out of the living room.\n\n So by the next morning I wasn't sure how I felt. Didn't know if I had wanted it, if it was just because of my heat, or what. I just knew I wanted to feel that again, to feel it with him and only him. I thought about a few of the other boys who bullied me, but the idea just... it just didn't feel right, it didn't feel as good as when I thought about Alex. So at the very least I was pretty sure it was [b]just[/b] Alex I felt this way about.\n\n I was still angry with him, more than I had ever been in my life, there was no getting around that. That morning at school he tried to approach me, but got a lot more than just the typical growl and showing of fangs. I just about bit his head off when I told him to fuck off. He looked... so down, so mopey, as if his pet had just died. I kinda felt bad, but at the same time I was glad to see him such a state after what he had done.\n\n My friends had noticed, and made a comment about it. One of them even asking me what it was all about. I told them... kinda what happened, leaving out the part where he fucked me and instead saying that he had just tried to do something but I left the moment he did. I didn't want anyone to know, because I knew if people found out it would cause a huge scene and... it was just stuff I really didn't want to deal with.\n\n For the first half of the day I did my best to act normal, but people still kept their distance. I guess my '[i]try[/i]' wasn't very convincing. By the time lunch rolled around, I was feeling a bit better. Enough so that I was up for talking to Alex. Finding him with his usual friends, I approached and called him out. As I walked into his little group, his friend Tim spat off saying 'what do you want bitch'.\n\n Now I may be smaller than Alex, much smaller, but I'm still a wolf. Against a coyote I more than strong enough. The moment the words left his mouth, I had him against a wall with my paw on his throat, yelling into his face to never call me a bitch again, along with a threat of what I'd do if he did. I don't know why I did it, maybe Alex rubbed off on me some, and not just in me.\n\n Letting the coyote boy go, I paid him little more attention as he fell to the ground coughing. Looking at Alex I simply said 'You come with me'. For the first time ever I saw him do something someone else told him to do. Yea teachers can get him to do things, but they usually have to tell him multiple times and get onto him. This was the first time someone told him to do something, and he did it the first time.\n\n I lead him into the school, and into one of the classrooms that was empty. Before I could even say anything, he was apologizing. The door hadn't even finished clicking closed when his apology began. I stood silently, letting him say his peace. Listening to him try to explain himself, that he couldn't control himself once he smelt my heat, that he wanted me like he had never before. It was then, there in the classroom that Alex told me how he really felt, that he loved me and had for a long time.\n\n Now I found all this hard to believe. I mean how could he love me, he's been doing nothing but picking on me for the past five or so years. We stopped hanging out before we were ten, so he doesn't even know who I was anymore. He tried to apologize for all the bullying he has done, admitting that he bullied the other female wolves just so his friends wouldn't think he had a thing for me and pick on him for it.\n\n We spent the whole lunch period in that classroom, with him trying to apologize, explain why he did it, and why he bullied me so much. By the end of it I believe that he did feel something for me, but love was a bit strong of a word. Our... my hostility towards him had calmed down near the end. I couldn't stay mad at him though, not if I wanted to try and get him to do that to me again.\n\n Before our conversation had finished, I asked if he still wanted help with his homework. To no surprise he said he did, and I told him that I'll still help him, but if he ever tries anything like what he did again I'd kill him. He gave me a nod, and I left the classroom to head to the nearest bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, asked myself what I was thinking, what I was doing. I replayed the conversation we had just had through my head. Some of the things I had said. Did I say them because that's how I felt, or to try and provoke him into pinning me again. I was amazed that he held himself back though. During our conversation I noticed him clenching his fists after some of the things I said. I knew he wanted to shove me down, or against a wall, and in my crazy mind I wanted him to.\n\n The rest of the day went fairly normal, well, as normal as it could be while I was thinking about him possibly ravishing my body again. Needless to say, by the end of the day I was pretty... well... excited. I told my friends what I was still going to help him, and they asked me why. I just told them because I'm to nice of a person, and he use to be my friend. They accepted that as a good enough reason, after giving me shit for it of course, but didn't pester me about it to much.\n\n After school I met up with Alex, and once again walked back to his place with him. I wondered if his mom would be home, but once again she wasn't. As he lead me back to his room for the second time, he explained that his mom was working two jobs. A waitress in the morning, and a call center or something in the afternoon and evenings.\n\n Just like last time we entered his room, and he pulled out his books and homework. First thing I noticed was that his math homework was already mostly done. I had laughed a little, and asked who had helped him, to which he said no one, he did it himself. I made a jab that it was hard to believe, and that's when he told me that he actually understood it all. He didn't actually need my help, he just wasn't trying at school.\n\n This new bit of information pissed me off, just about as much as what he had done the day before. I instantly laid into him, yelling at him for lying to me and tricking me into coming over. I accused him of setting this up, just so he could rape me. He denied the allegation, telling me that all he wanted was to spend some time with me, that he knew of no other way to do something with him.\n\n We argued for a while before we both just went silent. Logically it would have been the time that I grab my things and leave, but I wanted something from him. I had been trying to provoke him, to push him over the edge to attack me again. I had taken a smaller dose of my medication after lunch, and I could already feel that it had just about worn off. I wasn't wearing a skirt that day, but I'm sure he could still pick up on the scent through my pants. In fact I'm sure he did with how he was biting his lip, and clenching claws into his desk. He was doing everything in his power to resist attacking me again.\n\n I felt my heart skip a beat when he said I should go. I realized that he knew he had fucked up big time the day before, and he was trying as hard as he could not to again. We had had another really nice walk, a fun chat, even laughed a bit. It clicked that he was trying to show me that he could be nice, and here I was trying to provoke him into attacking me. I felt horrible, I felt as though I had become a worse person that he ever was. All these years he had been showing he liked me in his own fucked up way. He didn't lie to me once in the classroom when he spilled his heart and guts out to me. Yet there I was, trying to manipulate him, and it made me feel horrible, made me hate myself.\n\n So of course I got mad, mad at myself. Not one to take anger out on myself, I instead took it out on the first person within range, which was him. I clenched my hands, pushed myself to my feet as I felt the tears start to fill my eyes. I remember sniffling a bit before I yelled at him, calling him a stupid jackass asshole and moved towards my backpack.\n\n Like last time he was on me before I could react. Unlike last time he wasn't tackling me though. Instead he grabbed my wrist, pulled me to him, wrapped an arm around me and stole my first kiss. He held the kiss for what felt like eternity while my body was frozen. One arm was pinned against the two of us, while the other just hung at my side for a few moments before lightly hugging around him.\n\n The moment my free arm hugged him, he tightened his arms around me and deepened the kiss. I wanted to hate him, had wanted to leave and never see him again. Yet there I was in his arms, melting into his kiss, and even starting to kiss back. My hand clenched at him as our kiss deepened, and our bodies ground against each other. Our very first kiss hadn't even broken to start another one before I felt his tongue against my lips. It wasn't what I had planned, but the kiss was... he was rough with his kiss too, but.... I enjoyed it. I let my tongue meet his, and he moved to give my other arm its freedom, where it quickly moved to hug around him.\n\n We stood in the middle of his room, making out and holding each other for a while before our lips finally parted. Both of us left panting as we nuzzled at each other with out thinking. He once again apologized, said that he loved me, and made a comment that he could smell my heat. Again he told me I needed to leave, cause he didn't want to hurt me like last time. I just shook my head and told him I didn't want to leave, then nervously admitted that I had actually kinda liked it.\n\n We both laughed a little, and started kissing again. While we kissed he guided us towards his bed. His hands moved to my ass, gripping at it a bit before giving my tail a tug making me yelp a little. The second kiss didn't break until my legs pressed against his bed. Letting me go I fell back, and started to scramble to get out of my pants and panties. No sooner had my panties fallen from my foot, his muzzle was down between my legs pressing into him.\n\n I quickly learned something new about him. Not only did he have a sharp tongue when it came to sarcasm, he also had a sharp tongue when it came to... [i]down there[/i]. He had me moaning almost instantly as I fell back on his bed and spread my legs more him. The way he nipped at my clit, the strong licks across my heated lips, how he drove his tongue deeper into me than my fingers could ever reach. I had wanted him to attack me, to fuck me like a beast again. What I was getting how ever was totally different, and I could tell he was continuing to try and restrain himself.\n\n Watching him eat me out, my own desire made itself known more and more. I found myself trying to restrain myself, to let him lick me as much as he wanted. After a little while though I couldn't hold out anymore and gave him a light tap on the head. I swear to god, when he looked up at me with his muzzle buried in my crotch, I couldn't resist the smile. He looked... adorable, cute, sexy, hot, every attractive term you could think of. His big puppy dog eyes, his pointed up alert ears, how he looked at me with such a curious and needy expression. Any want to resist my heat crumbled right then.\n\n I smiled down at him as he looked up at me, shook my head and called him an asshole. Waving a finger at him, I told him to get up over me to which he did. His large body loomed over me, making me feel small, and I loved it. I knew that he could take what he wanted at any moment, he had proven that the day before. I moved my legs up, squeezed my knees against his hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands glide up my legs, over my hips, and start to push my shirt up. The sensation of his gentle touches was electrifying.\n\n I moved my arms from his neck, putting them above my head as he pushed my shirt off and over my head. I thought he was going to take the shirt totally off, but instead he twisted the shirt around and tied my hands together with it. Once again I was pinned below him, and I felt the all to familiar excitement quickly returning. Looking into each other's eyes, while he kept my hands pinned above my head, I could only think of one thing, say one thing 'take me'.\n\n Right after saying that, I looked down to see his cock for the very first time. What I felt was the truth, he was big, really big. Not as big as he is now but... at fifteen he was still impressive, especially to a young girl in heat who had never even looked at porn before.\n\n A look of worry filled his face after I said it. I was about to ask what's wrong when I felt his cock grind against my clit causing my body to tremble and a gasp to escape my muzzle. He told me that he didn't want to hurt me, and that he had no condoms. I shook my head, telling him it was ok, that I wanted it, that I wanted him, that I needed him right then. My body moved, and my hips shifted in an attempt to get his cock to slide into position.\n\n His free hand reached down, taking hold of himself to slip into place. My back arched and I let out another little gasp before telling him to do it, telling him that he already knew I could take it. I let out a cry soon after as he sank himself into my soaked, hot tunnel. Unlike last time he came to a stop after filling me, to which I quickly told him not to stop.\n\n He quickly started to thrust, getting into a rhythm of pumps and pulls, making me moan and cry out again and again. This certainly wasn't the rough, brutal fucking he gave me the day before, but I wasn't going to complain. It was very different, but I still loved every moment of it as my legs wrapped around him and tugged at his hips.\n\n Again and again he plunged his hot cock into my heated sex, stretching me out around every inch of his length, making my body bounce across his bed while he kept my hands pinned and me helpless. While he fucked... no while he made love to me he fiddled with my bra before pulling it off. Finally getting to see my young body in just my fur, his efforts increased. His thrusts got harder as he gave into his bestial side.\n\n When his pace increased, I cried out and clenched my hands. With out thinking I blurted out something along the lines of \"fuck me, make me yours\". I don't remember exactly what I said in the throws of passion, but I do remember that it really got him going as he started to slam his hips into me again and again. Using every inch of his cock to slide in and out of me from tip to base, then back.\n\n I guess our second time was better, cause it didn't take him to pop his knot into me to make me cum. Hell he got me to orgasm twice before I even felt his knot growing against my drenched lips. Feeling his knot, I started pulling at his hips harder. I guess there was still part of him that was resisting, because I remember him saying something about not wanting to knot me cause it hurt me last time. To which I once again told him it was ok, that I wanted it. I confess that I wanted him to knot me, to cum inside me. I wanted him to fill my needy heated pussy with his cum again.\n\n A moment later my back was arching for the third time that day. His knot sinking into me sending me into a third orgasm. Not as strong as the previous, but a third one none-the-less. My legs clenched around him, holding him tightly while I felt his cock throb and pulse with each jet of potent seed he let out. Our lips met once again, and he released my hands. Once my arms were free, they shot up to hug around him, clinging to him as if I thought he might pull away.\n\n He didn't pull away though, but instead slid his arms under my back and held me tightly. We laid in that position, our body shaking as we road out or climaxes. Heavy moans flowing into each other's mouths while our hips bucked against one another. It hadn't been what I set out to get, but it still felt incredibly good, even satisfying to be locked together with him.\n\n He eventually picked me up, moving us to lay on the bed together to snuggle. While we waited for his knot to deflate, we talked. Talked about how things had been between us, why he picked on me so much, that I had grown to hate him because of it. We shared a heartfelt conversation while his cock was knotted inside of me, and his cum was doing what it was meant to do.\n\n We ended up having sex two more times that day before I finally went home. Again I had done nothing to try and get his cum out of me, having decided I wanted it to stay inside me, as if that's where it belonged. My parents had noticed that I was in a rather good mood when I got home. They asked about it, and I simply said that a boy I liked confessed to me. Of course this got worried looks from both my mom and dad, and then I had to deal with having 'the talk' with them which was so embarrassing. At the same time though, it was exciting. Having such a talk with them while carrying around several loads of cum inside myself.\n\n The next morning though... that was a confusing morning. I was use to my heat lasting for about a week, but this time around it had only lasted for about three days. The next morning when I woke up, the sensation of a heat was gone. I knew I should still have a few more days left, I mean I had just enough pills to last me those few more days. Yet there I was, no more heat, and Alex's cum still leaking from me.\n\n Needless to say, I was worried, had he actually knocked me up. Considering he came inside me two days in a row, doing it three times on the second day, while I was in heat, the chances were pretty high. I held out hope though, I just had to wait for my period to start which always came after the heat. A period that never game, and then a few weeks later I got confirmation with a pregnancy test.\n\n I was honestly expect Alex to get upset, to do what ever he could to get out of being a father. Instead when I told him he just smiled, and got excited. He told me he wasn't excite that he was going to be a father, or that he had managed to knock up a girl. He was excited because it was [i]me[/i] he knocked up, and that was [i]me[/i] carrying his child, and that it was [u][i]me[/i][/u] he was starting a family with.\n\n Of course my parents were furious, and any dislike of him instantly turned to hatred. A hatred that still festers to this day. His mother wasn't to happy about it, but she was glad that it was with me and not some little wolf bitch she didn't know. After that Alex's attitude toward me changed. He stopped picking on me, and started trying to spend more time with me. Which was pretty hard considering my parents had forbidden me from ever even speaking to him again. I'm honestly surprised they didn't try to move us out of town, and pretty sure they would have sent me off to an all girls school if they had had the money.\n\n It was about four months later, during summer vacation that I heard he got into a fight, and got into a lot of trouble. I later found out that he had gotten into a fight with Tim, the coyote I had shoved against a wall. Evidently Tim has said something about me, and Alex laid into him. By laid into him, I mean straight up beat the shit out of him. Alex to this day won't tell me what Tim said, but what ever was said Alex says he had never been so angry with anyone in his life. His other two friends took his back though, claiming Tim was lying about Alex beating him up, so Alex ended up getting out of the assault charges.\n\n Alex's attitude continued to improve over time. After figure out how to show he loved me, he stopped being such a bully, and started working harder at school. He got his first job a couple of months before I was due, and wanted to give half of his paychecks to help pay for my needs and our pup's needs. My parents though... they didn't want his help. Any time he showed up, they'd tell him to fuck off and slam the door in his face. So he just started giving me the money at school.\n\n Over the years he drifted away from his other two friends. No longer being the bully he once was, he didn't feel the need or desire to hang out with them as much. One of them ended up moving away, and the other got into doing drugs our senior year. Alex had watched what drugs did to his older brother, and wanted nothing to do with them, so he stopped hanging out with that guy.\n\n I still call Alex an asshole, it's pretty much his pet name for me. He also still bullies me, but usually just in the bedroom cause he knows it turns me on. Thanks to his mom's help we have our own place where we are raising our three kids. There is Jason who is five now, Tim who is three, and Lisa who was born just a couple of months ago. Yea, Alex knocked me up again when I was sixteen. It was an accident on Alex's birthday, the condom broke and I was again in the middle of a heat cycle.\n\n As far as Alex's temper... well it's not as bad as it use to be. He has never hit me or anything, though we have gotten into some heated arguments, which usually ends in rough sex. He takes his frustration out on me in the bed, and I love the roughness of it. Over all though I'd say we are happy. I'm not scared of him in any sense, I don't worry about him hurting me or the kids. My parents just don't like him, and my friends remember him more as the bully he use to be than the man he is now.\n\nTherapist: Well, from what I can tell, though odd as it might be. You two might be a good match for each other. I would say your relationship started out... rather toxic, but if what you say is true, then I don't think it's as toxic as your friends and parents would like to think.\n\n So... we solved this with two sessions?\n\nTherapist: I'd say so, though there wasn't really much to solve. I'd like to get Alex in some time and get his take on all this. Do you think that would be possible?\n\n Hmm... not sure. He's not a fan of therapists, hell he didn't like that I was coming to see you today. He didn't want me to come, saying it was a waste of time. It took a bit of convincing, but he eventually relented. Though I think promising him that I'd do the thing he likes helped. But no, I don't think he'd be willing to come in, but I'll talk to him about it.\n\nTherapist: Alright, well if he does agree let me know. I'll schedule it for the same time next week just in case. If not, please let me know the day before ok?\n\n Alright, thank you doctor.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Therapy

How Things Changed

By Sellestia




Therapist: Thank for joining me again Kelsey. Just like last time, our session will be recorded via audio log. So last time you were hear, you had told me about the first time Alex, your now husband had forced himself upon you. You had stated that there was more to the story still, would you like to continue?

             Thank you for having me again, and sure, I can continue. Not much one for small talk are you?

Therapist: Well, your mother is paying a pretty penny for these sessions. She should get her money's worth right?

             Haha, I guess you're right. So if I remember right, I had left off with how I was feeling the next morning. So I guess I'll pick up from there. By the way, seeing as why I'm hear I guess I should let you know. After our last session, I went home and jumped Alex. Thankfully the kids were with their grandparents, cause I didn't even give him a chance to make it out of the living room.

             So by the next morning I wasn't sure how I felt. Didn't know if I had wanted it, if it was just because of my heat, or what. I just knew I wanted to feel that again, to feel it with him and only him. I thought about a few of the other boys who bullied me, but the idea just... it just didn't feel right, it didn't feel as good as when I thought about Alex. So at the very least I was pretty sure it was just Alex I felt this way about.

             I was still angry with him, more than I had ever been in my life, there was no getting around that. That morning at school he tried to approach me, but got a lot more than just the typical growl and showing of fangs. I just about bit his head off when I told him to fuck off. He looked... so down, so mopey, as if his pet had just died. I kinda felt bad, but at the same time I was glad to see him such a state after what he had done.

             My friends had noticed, and made a comment about it. One of them even asking me what it was all about. I told them... kinda what happened, leaving out the part where he fucked me and instead saying that he had just tried to do something but I left the moment he did. I didn't want anyone to know, because I knew if people found out it would cause a huge scene and... it was just stuff I really didn't want to deal with.

             For the first half of the day I did my best to act normal, but people still kept their distance. I guess my 'try' wasn't very convincing. By the time lunch rolled around, I was feeling a bit better. Enough so that I was up for talking to Alex. Finding him with his usual friends, I approached and called him out. As I walked into his little group, his friend Tim spat off saying 'what do you want bitch'.

             Now I may be smaller than Alex, much smaller, but I'm still a wolf. Against a coyote I more than strong enough. The moment the words left his mouth, I had him against a wall with my paw on his throat, yelling into his face to never call me a bitch again, along with a threat of what I'd do if he did. I don't know why I did it, maybe Alex rubbed off on me some, and not just in me.

             Letting the coyote boy go, I paid him little more attention as he fell to the ground coughing. Looking at Alex I simply said 'You come with me'. For the first time ever I saw him do something someone else told him to do. Yea teachers can get him to do things, but they usually have to tell him multiple times and get onto him. This was the first time someone told him to do something, and he did it the first time.

             I lead him into the school, and into one of the classrooms that was empty. Before I could even say anything, he was apologizing. The door hadn't even finished clicking closed when his apology began. I stood silently, letting him say his peace. Listening to him try to explain himself, that he couldn't control himself once he smelt my heat, that he wanted me like he had never before. It was then, there in the classroom that Alex told me how he really felt, that he loved me and had for a long time.

             Now I found all this hard to believe. I mean how could he love me, he's been doing nothing but picking on me for the past five or so years. We stopped hanging out before we were ten, so he doesn't even know who I was anymore. He tried to apologize for all the bullying he has done, admitting that he bullied the other female wolves just so his friends wouldn't think he had a thing for me and pick on him for it.

             We spent the whole lunch period in that classroom, with him trying to apologize, explain why he did it, and why he bullied me so much. By the end of it I believe that he did feel something for me, but love was a bit strong of a word. Our... my hostility towards him had calmed down near the end. I couldn't stay mad at him though, not if I wanted to try and get him to do that to me again.

             Before our conversation had finished, I asked if he still wanted help with his homework. To no surprise he said he did, and I told him that I'll still help him, but if he ever tries anything like what he did again I'd kill him. He gave me a nod, and I left the classroom to head to the nearest bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, asked myself what I was thinking, what I was doing. I replayed the conversation we had just had through my head. Some of the things I had said. Did I say them because that's how I felt, or to try and provoke him into pinning me again. I was amazed that he held himself back though. During our conversation I noticed him clenching his fists after some of the things I said. I knew he wanted to shove me down, or against a wall, and in my crazy mind I wanted him to.

             The rest of the day went fairly normal, well, as normal as it could be while I was thinking about him possibly ravishing my body again. Needless to say, by the end of the day I was pretty... well... excited. I told my friends what I was still going to help him, and they asked me why. I just told them because I'm to nice of a person, and he use to be my friend. They accepted that as a good enough reason, after giving me shit for it of course, but didn't pester me about it to much.

             After school I met up with Alex, and once again walked back to his place with him. I wondered if his mom would be home, but once again she wasn't. As he lead me back to his room for the second time, he explained that his mom was working two jobs. A waitress in the morning, and a call center or something in the afternoon and evenings.

             Just like last time we entered his room, and he pulled out his books and homework. First thing I noticed was that his math homework was already mostly done. I had laughed a little, and asked who had helped him, to which he said no one, he did it himself. I made a jab that it was hard to believe, and that's when he told me that he actually understood it all. He didn't actually need my help, he just wasn't trying at school.

             This new bit of information pissed me off, just about as much as what he had done the day before. I instantly laid into him, yelling at him for lying to me and tricking me into coming over. I accused him of setting this up, just so he could rape me. He denied the allegation, telling me that all he wanted was to spend some time with me, that he knew of no other way to do something with him.

             We argued for a while before we both just went silent. Logically it would have been the time that I grab my things and leave, but I wanted something from him. I had been trying to provoke him, to push him over the edge to attack me again. I had taken a smaller dose of my medication after lunch, and I could already feel that it had just about worn off. I wasn't wearing a skirt that day, but I'm sure he could still pick up on the scent through my pants. In fact I'm sure he did with how he was biting his lip, and clenching claws into his desk. He was doing everything in his power to resist attacking me again.

             I felt my heart skip a beat when he said I should go. I realized that he knew he had fucked up big time the day before, and he was trying as hard as he could not to again. We had had another really nice walk, a fun chat, even laughed a bit. It clicked that he was trying to show me that he could be nice, and here I was trying to provoke him into attacking me. I felt horrible, I felt as though I had become a worse person that he ever was. All these years he had been showing he liked me in his own fucked up way. He didn't lie to me once in the classroom when he spilled his heart and guts out to me. Yet there I was, trying to manipulate him, and it made me feel horrible, made me hate myself.

             So of course I got mad, mad at myself. Not one to take anger out on myself, I instead took it out on the first person within range, which was him. I clenched my hands, pushed myself to my feet as I felt the tears start to fill my eyes. I remember sniffling a bit before I yelled at him, calling him a stupid jackass asshole and moved towards my backpack.

             Like last time he was on me before I could react. Unlike last time he wasn't tackling me though. Instead he grabbed my wrist, pulled me to him, wrapped an arm around me and stole my first kiss. He held the kiss for what felt like eternity while my body was frozen. One arm was pinned against the two of us, while the other just hung at my side for a few moments before lightly hugging around him.

             The moment my free arm hugged him, he tightened his arms around me and deepened the kiss. I wanted to hate him, had wanted to leave and never see him again. Yet there I was in his arms, melting into his kiss, and even starting to kiss back. My hand clenched at him as our kiss deepened, and our bodies ground against each other. Our very first kiss hadn't even broken to start another one before I felt his tongue against my lips. It wasn't what I had planned, but the kiss was... he was rough with his kiss too, but.... I enjoyed it. I let my tongue meet his, and he moved to give my other arm its freedom, where it quickly moved to hug around him.

             We stood in the middle of his room, making out and holding each other for a while before our lips finally parted. Both of us left panting as we nuzzled at each other with out thinking. He once again apologized, said that he loved me, and made a comment that he could smell my heat. Again he told me I needed to leave, cause he didn't want to hurt me like last time. I just shook my head and told him I didn't want to leave, then nervously admitted that I had actually kinda liked it.

             We both laughed a little, and started kissing again. While we kissed he guided us towards his bed. His hands moved to my ass, gripping at it a bit before giving my tail a tug making me yelp a little. The second kiss didn't break until my legs pressed against his bed. Letting me go I fell back, and started to scramble to get out of my pants and panties. No sooner had my panties fallen from my foot, his muzzle was down between my legs pressing into him.

             I quickly learned something new about him. Not only did he have a sharp tongue when it came to sarcasm, he also had a sharp tongue when it came to... down there. He had me moaning almost instantly as I fell back on his bed and spread my legs more him. The way he nipped at my clit, the strong licks across my heated lips, how he drove his tongue deeper into me than my fingers could ever reach. I had wanted him to attack me, to fuck me like a beast again. What I was getting how ever was totally different, and I could tell he was continuing to try and restrain himself.

             Watching him eat me out, my own desire made itself known more and more. I found myself trying to restrain myself, to let him lick me as much as he wanted. After a little while though I couldn't hold out anymore and gave him a light tap on the head. I swear to god, when he looked up at me with his muzzle buried in my crotch, I couldn't resist the smile. He looked... adorable, cute, sexy, hot, every attractive term you could think of. His big puppy dog eyes, his pointed up alert ears, how he looked at me with such a curious and needy expression. Any want to resist my heat crumbled right then.

             I smiled down at him as he looked up at me, shook my head and called him an asshole. Waving a finger at him, I told him to get up over me to which he did. His large body loomed over me, making me feel small, and I loved it. I knew that he could take what he wanted at any moment, he had proven that the day before. I moved my legs up, squeezed my knees against his hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands glide up my legs, over my hips, and start to push my shirt up. The sensation of his gentle touches was electrifying.

             I moved my arms from his neck, putting them above my head as he pushed my shirt off and over my head. I thought he was going to take the shirt totally off, but instead he twisted the shirt around and tied my hands together with it. Once again I was pinned below him, and I felt the all to familiar excitement quickly returning. Looking into each other's eyes, while he kept my hands pinned above my head, I could only think of one thing, say one thing 'take me'.

             Right after saying that, I looked down to see his cock for the very first time. What I felt was the truth, he was big, really big. Not as big as he is now but... at fifteen he was still impressive, especially to a young girl in heat who had never even looked at porn before.

             A look of worry filled his face after I said it. I was about to ask what's wrong when I felt his cock grind against my clit causing my body to tremble and a gasp to escape my muzzle. He told me that he didn't want to hurt me, and that he had no condoms. I shook my head, telling him it was ok, that I wanted it, that I wanted him, that I needed him right then. My body moved, and my hips shifted in an attempt to get his cock to slide into position.

             His free hand reached down, taking hold of himself to slip into place. My back arched and I let out another little gasp before telling him to do it, telling him that he already knew I could take it. I let out a cry soon after as he sank himself into my soaked, hot tunnel. Unlike last time he came to a stop after filling me, to which I quickly told him not to stop.

             He quickly started to thrust, getting into a rhythm of pumps and pulls, making me moan and cry out again and again. This certainly wasn't the rough, brutal fucking he gave me the day before, but I wasn't going to complain. It was very different, but I still loved every moment of it as my legs wrapped around him and tugged at his hips.

             Again and again he plunged his hot cock into my heated sex, stretching me out around every inch of his length, making my body bounce across his bed while he kept my hands pinned and me helpless. While he fucked... no while he made love to me he fiddled with my bra before pulling it off. Finally getting to see my young body in just my fur, his efforts increased. His thrusts got harder as he gave into his bestial side.

             When his pace increased, I cried out and clenched my hands. With out thinking I blurted out something along the lines of "fuck me, make me yours". I don't remember exactly what I said in the throws of passion, but I do remember that it really got him going as he started to slam his hips into me again and again. Using every inch of his cock to slide in and out of me from tip to base, then back.

             I guess our second time was better, cause it didn't take him to pop his knot into me to make me cum. Hell he got me to orgasm twice before I even felt his knot growing against my drenched lips. Feeling his knot, I started pulling at his hips harder. I guess there was still part of him that was resisting, because I remember him saying something about not wanting to knot me cause it hurt me last time. To which I once again told him it was ok, that I wanted it. I confess that I wanted him to knot me, to cum inside me. I wanted him to fill my needy heated pussy with his cum again.

             A moment later my back was arching for the third time that day. His knot sinking into me sending me into a third orgasm. Not as strong as the previous, but a third one none-the-less. My legs clenched around him, holding him tightly while I felt his cock throb and pulse with each jet of potent seed he let out. Our lips met once again, and he released my hands. Once my arms were free, they shot up to hug around him, clinging to him as if I thought he might pull away.

             He didn't pull away though, but instead slid his arms under my back and held me tightly. We laid in that position, our body shaking as we road out or climaxes. Heavy moans flowing into each other's mouths while our hips bucked against one another. It hadn't been what I set out to get, but it still felt incredibly good, even satisfying to be locked together with him.

             He eventually picked me up, moving us to lay on the bed together to snuggle. While we waited for his knot to deflate, we talked. Talked about how things had been between us, why he picked on me so much, that I had grown to hate him because of it. We shared a heartfelt conversation while his cock was knotted inside of me, and his cum was doing what it was meant to do.

             We ended up having sex two more times that day before I finally went home. Again I had done nothing to try and get his cum out of me, having decided I wanted it to stay inside me, as if that's where it belonged. My parents had noticed that I was in a rather good mood when I got home. They asked about it, and I simply said that a boy I liked confessed to me. Of course this got worried looks from both my mom and dad, and then I had to deal with having 'the talk' with them which was so embarrassing. At the same time though, it was exciting. Having such a talk with them while carrying around several loads of cum inside myself.

             The next morning though... that was a confusing morning. I was use to my heat lasting for about a week, but this time around it had only lasted for about three days. The next morning when I woke up, the sensation of a heat was gone. I knew I should still have a few more days left, I mean I had just enough pills to last me those few more days. Yet there I was, no more heat, and Alex's cum still leaking from me.

             Needless to say, I was worried, had he actually knocked me up. Considering he came inside me two days in a row, doing it three times on the second day, while I was in heat, the chances were pretty high. I held out hope though, I just had to wait for my period to start which always came after the heat. A period that never game, and then a few weeks later I got confirmation with a pregnancy test.

             I was honestly expect Alex to get upset, to do what ever he could to get out of being a father. Instead when I told him he just smiled, and got excited. He told me he wasn't excite that he was going to be a father, or that he had managed to knock up a girl. He was excited because it was me he knocked up, and that was me carrying his child, and that it was me he was starting a family with.

             Of course my parents were furious, and any dislike of him instantly turned to hatred. A hatred that still festers to this day. His mother wasn't to happy about it, but she was glad that it was with me and not some little wolf bitch she didn't know. After that Alex's attitude toward me changed. He stopped picking on me, and started trying to spend more time with me. Which was pretty hard considering my parents had forbidden me from ever even speaking to him again. I'm honestly surprised they didn't try to move us out of town, and pretty sure they would have sent me off to an all girls school if they had had the money.

             It was about four months later, during summer vacation that I heard he got into a fight, and got into a lot of trouble. I later found out that he had gotten into a fight with Tim, the coyote I had shoved against a wall. Evidently Tim has said something about me, and Alex laid into him. By laid into him, I mean straight up beat the shit out of him. Alex to this day won't tell me what Tim said, but what ever was said Alex says he had never been so angry with anyone in his life. His other two friends took his back though, claiming Tim was lying about Alex beating him up, so Alex ended up getting out of the assault charges.

             Alex's attitude continued to improve over time. After figure out how to show he loved me, he stopped being such a bully, and started working harder at school. He got his first job a couple of months before I was due, and wanted to give half of his paychecks to help pay for my needs and our pup's needs. My parents though... they didn't want his help. Any time he showed up, they'd tell him to fuck off and slam the door in his face. So he just started giving me the money at school.

             Over the years he drifted away from his other two friends. No longer being the bully he once was, he didn't feel the need or desire to hang out with them as much. One of them ended up moving away, and the other got into doing drugs our senior year. Alex had watched what drugs did to his older brother, and wanted nothing to do with them, so he stopped hanging out with that guy.

             I still call Alex an asshole, it's pretty much his pet name for me. He also still bullies me, but usually just in the bedroom cause he knows it turns me on. Thanks to his mom's help we have our own place where we are raising our three kids. There is Jason who is five now, Tim who is three, and Lisa who was born just a couple of months ago. Yea, Alex knocked me up again when I was sixteen. It was an accident on Alex's birthday, the condom broke and I was again in the middle of a heat cycle.

             As far as Alex's temper... well it's not as bad as it use to be. He has never hit me or anything, though we have gotten into some heated arguments, which usually ends in rough sex. He takes his frustration out on me in the bed, and I love the roughness of it. Over all though I'd say we are happy. I'm not scared of him in any sense, I don't worry about him hurting me or the kids. My parents just don't like him, and my friends remember him more as the bully he use to be than the man he is now.

Therapist: Well, from what I can tell, though odd as it might be. You two might be a good match for each other. I would say your relationship started out... rather toxic, but if what you say is true, then I don't think it's as toxic as your friends and parents would like to think.

             So... we solved this with two sessions?

Therapist: I'd say so, though there wasn't really much to solve. I'd like to get Alex in some time and get his take on all this. Do you think that would be possible?

             Hmm... not sure. He's not a fan of therapists, hell he didn't like that I was coming to see you today. He didn't want me to come, saying it was a waste of time. It took a bit of convincing, but he eventually relented. Though I think promising him that I'd do the thing he likes helped. But no, I don't think he'd be willing to come in, but I'll talk to him about it.

Therapist: Alright, well if he does agree let me know. I'll schedule it for the same time next week just in case. If not, please let me know the day before ok?

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