Cold trees swept past the window; Katie held a paw up to them.  Cold glass; a world filled with sorrow; no future, no hope.  She wouldn't cry again, not in front of Dad; not in front of them.  She promised herself that.  Alone in the back seat of the SUV, the leopard sat miserably with her ears back, looking at her paws.  That card was still there; she hadn't even noticed she was still holding it.  Katie uncurled one paw and stared at the small crumpled piece of card.  A shard of hope in a hopeless world.  She looked closer: 'Doctor Valerie Clarabella Shoemaker ~ MD DO PT DSW PhD ~ Paediatrics Resident.'  There were several phone numbers and an email address next to a swirly logo.  Katie stared a moment longer, and then slipped it into a pocket.  Her lifeline. 

The vehicle droned and rumbled as it drove briskly down the multitude of suburban streets, Mum and Dad silent in the front.  Driving her to her fate.  She'd fight them, if it took all her strength.  She would.  Time became meaningless, and it didn't seem long at all until they pulled up at Aunty Susan's house.  Katie looked out of the window, streaked with cold rain.  Neat grass and neat flowers, picket fences, untidy with a kaleidoscope of Autumn leaves.  A house just as neat, not grand like home, but there never seemed a shortage of space.  It sat nestled between others, close but not quite touching; Mum once said it would be a townhouse if they were all joined up.  The engine stopped; Mum and Dad opened their doors.  Her quiet solitude was broken a moment later when her side door opened; Mum beckoned her out. 

"Come on.  Aunt Susan's waiting."  Mum took her paw hurriedly and started walking the girl up the garden path.  Dad hung back and closed the car door, looking away.   
Katie's dark frilly skirt shifted in the breeze, long and proper, almost like school uniform. Her hair blew round her shoulders and the wind was cold; the chill of winter; she curled her paws and tail around her.  They were at the front door.  Childhood memories of long ago surfaced; of waiting for Auntie Susan to open the door; of a day of play; of a weekend of fun.  Not today.  Maybe not ever.  Mum rang the bell and they waited, but only for a moment.  A leopard opened the door; she looked tired, her facial markings a mirror of Mum.  Aunt Susan glanced down at Katie with a mixture of pity and sorrow, silent.  The two adults nodded at each other and Susan gently beckoned the girl in.  Taking her paw, she guided Katie through the front door of the house and beyond.  A younger leopard boy could be glimpsed waiting tense in the hall, and then the front door closed. 

Mum hung her head down for a moment, standing at the doorstep of her sister; her only daughter gone. When she could, the leopard turned around and walked back to the car. 


******* 

Tuesday. 

Tommy awoke with a start, clutching the sides of his bed.  Panting, sheets in a tangle; the beginnings of a cry half formed on his lips.  It was just a dream.  It was so vivid, but it was, it was just a dream; he kept repeating that to himself like a mantra as his heartbeat slowed down.  As his emotions settled.  Horrible things danced in his imagination, just out of reach; he pushed them away.  Just a dream. 

The cub wrinkled his nose.  Laying on his back in bed, he squirmed slightly, and then yanked his duvet to one side.  Deep shame suddenly filled his body and heart.  His pyjamas were wet and he lay in a soaked bed, the covers dark and soaked in a circle beneath him.  Wet and cold; he shivered, ears flat to his head; he let out a small whimper.  Tears stung at his eyes, but he wouldn't, he wouldn't let them; what good were they anyway?  He was no better than a big baby, and deserved to be treated like one if he kept doing this.  Tommy hadn't wet the bed since before he could remember, and now here he was on day three. 

Another whimper escaped his lips; Mum would be furious.  The bed was fine; he'd had to endure the shame of waterproof sheets after the second time, but sheets still had to be washed.  Dawn light touched his bedroom window and, not entirely succeeding at holding back the tears, Tommy sat up and got out of bed.  Wet and cold and smelly; his fur was itchy and unpleasant.  This was his duty now; he couldn't risk angering Mum any further.  The cub padded lightly across the room and picked up a plastic laundry basket; his wicker one had been taken away.  Tipping out the clothes already in it, the cub began to strip.  Peeling off wet pyjamas, tops and bottoms, he got undressed, dumping them wetly in the basket when he was done.   

Tommy's tail hung limply behind him, wet too; he shivered.  Next his duvet, that cover had to go; parts of it were damp.  Another bundle was tossed into the basket.  Finally his bed sheets, unmistakably showing off his huge patch of shame; Tommy blushed and quickly stripped them.  They were dumped in the basket and finally the job was done.  Well, half done perhaps. 

It was still early; Mum and Dad were probably still asleep.  The tutor didn't arrive till nine, but he couldn't wait.  First a trip to the shower, then the laundry room; Tommy knew what he had to do.  Thinking of the laundry room made him think of Katie, he sighed and tried to push that thought away; it hurt.  The cub gathered his dressing gown and picked up his basket of shame, nose wrinkling once more.  He made his way out towards the bathroom with his tail curled.
 

******* 

Katie sat on the flowery two seat sofa, arms crossed over her chest, muzzle set in a defiant pout.  Peter sat on the opposite side of the room in an armchair, sat lazily astride it with his tail dangling over the side.  Tension crackled in the air as the younger leopard smiled nervously, tailtip twitching as he tried not to look.  Between the two cats sat a German Shepherd.  Not the talking kind, this canine was simply a dog, four legs and four paws; he looked from one leopard to the other as he softly panted. 

"Well King's happy to see you, even if you don't feel the same."  Peter pointed at the dog. 
The girl said nothing; the silence stretched on. 

"Won't you at least come play computer with me?  I have the old Nintendo in my room."  Peter tipped his head hopefully, trying, struggling to be friendly.  He raised his ears, yet couldn't help staring at his cousin's tummy again.  She glared then, catching his eye before hugging a cushion to herself.  Over her tummy.  It almost looked like she was going to cry. 

Katie hugged the cushion tighter, ears back, blinking rapidly as her young muzzle twisted with emotion.   

He glanced once more at that big tummy, cringed, regretted it.  "It'll be all right, Katie." 

Without warning Katie got up and threw the cushion across the room at him.  "Stop it!!"  She cried suddenly, in tears as she ran out of the room.  Before Peter could say anything, his cousin was gone, thundering up the stairs with a rapid pounding of footsteps.  He cringed again at the sound of a door slamming a few seconds later.  King looked from the doorway to Peter, muzzle tipped to one side in a quizzical fashion, ears pricked.  The silence stretched on again, and the leopard sighed. 

"What did you say?" 

An elder leopard stood in the doorway to the kitchen, Peter turned around.  "Nothing, Mum!  Honest!  I was just trying to be friendly..." 

Mum sighed softly and nodded.  "I know...  I know.  It took me three days to get her out of her room.  You just have to be really careful, okay?  Cousin Katie's in a lot of trouble right now; the best we can do is help her feel less upset.  Okay squirt?" 

The boy folded his ears back, shuffling awkwardly, "I know Mum...  I'll try.  Will she get better, do you think?" 

She sighed again.  "Give her time, Peter, just time; I think you're all she's got right now.  Be understanding, be patient.  We'll do our best, won't we King?" 

The dog gave a soft woof and stood up. 

"Okay.  I have to get the dinner on now.  We'll see what we can do later." 

King the dog, regarded the two leopards and then softly padded out of the room.  Upstairs.
 

******* 

Wednesday. 

Tommy awoke quite suddenly and sat up in bed.  It was morning; not long till he needed to get up anyway.  Maybe that alarm clock wouldn't be needed any more, if this kept up.  For once the tormenting dreams had left him alone, so far as he could remember.  Groggy, sleepy, he swung his legs out from the bed and over the side, sitting there a moment.  The leopard paused; his ears swept back.  No, no, no, no, no, no.  He lifted his duvet off, wrinkled his nose, and then began to cry.  Sitting in his own damp bed, in damp pyjamas, Tommy found he couldn't stop the tears.  They just kept coming, wet like his mornings; they flowed down his soft muzzle.  The cub put his paws over his mouth, helpless, and sobbed.  Deep hitching sobs from deep inside, there was no holding it back; soft noises of misery began escaping his twisted mouth.  Tommy hung his head down and let the sorrow pour out. 

There was a soft knock at the door a few minutes later, but he didn't hear it.  Soft footsteps, and then Tommy jumped.  A large paw wrapped its way round his shoulder. 

"Tommy?" 

He looked up and couldn't recognise who was standing beside him, the world a blurry haze. 

"D-d-d-dad?" 

The older leopard went to sit down, discretely pulling a dry part of the duvet under him; Tommy blushed.  He blinked rapidly, trying to see.  Trying to see that concerned muzzle which was looking at him.  It was no good, and as Dad hugged his son, his only son, Tommy buried his muzzle in the leopard's fur and begun crying inconsolably.


"Shhh...  Oh Tommy..."  Julian softly stroked the cub's head. 


******* 

Katie sat on her bed and looked down at her paws.  She flexed them, grasping for hope, grasping for some way out of this.  She couldn't see it. 

This was the guest bedroom; she'd stayed here in the past, in happier times, in normal times.  Faded posters lined walls from decades past, from their past.  A simple set of drawers stood beside the bed.  A wooden chest with games and toys; she recognised some of them.  A small wardrobe for her clothes.  She'd need bigger clothes for herself, now. 

The girl could still scarcely believe it, piled on top of everything else.  A little life was growing inside her, deep inside; Tommy had put it there.  Hadn't he?  She nodded emphatically, wringing her paws; he had.  Her silly brother had mated her so many times, it had happened.  She was pregnant, despite what they'd convinced themselves of.  It was too much to take in.  All Katie could really be certain of now was her growing tummy, and that had nothing to do with eating too much.  Freed of that concern, she'd completely caved in to her ravenous demands.  Aunt Susan had been gentle, kind, and patient, supplying all the food she could eat without a word.  That didn't stop Peter sometimes giving her dirty looks though. 

The cub sat on the bed with her ears flat, intensely weary, wondering how she had any tears left.  But then she only had to think of Tommy or that Saturday appointment at the hospital, and back they came.  Katie rubbed her nose and sniffled, wrapping her tail around her side.  She'd memorised Doctor Valerie's main office number now, but that card never left her side.  The past few weeks had taught her not to take anything for granted; she slid a paw into her pocket to check it was still there.  Aunt Susan didn't have a phone anywhere private, and she didn't believe in mobiles.  But Katie had to find a way to call her, and soon.

Saturday.  That day seemed to roll towards her like a far off storm, ever closer, rumbling menacingly in the distance.  She clutched her stomach, shaking her head.  She wouldn't let Dad do it.  The leopard bit her lip and fought back tears; Valerie would help, she had to.  Katie missed her silly brother so much, and nobody would tell her if she'd even see him again.  She hugged her tail tighter around herself, closed her eyes and began to cry, very quietly.  Warm tears rolled down familiar tracks of her muzzle; she didn't wipe them away.  Loss and grief and hurt and fear coursed through the girl, and gently, she began to rock. 

Katie gave in.  What was one more evening of crying until bedtime, anyway?  She might as well just--  Something warm and wet snuffled over her paws; her eyes snapped open, bleary with tears.  She gasped at the tan coloured blur in front of her, the thing licking her. 

"K-K-King?"

The cub blinked rapidly, trying to see, and bent down to pet the friendly dog.  "Oh King...  H-h-how did y-y-you get in here?"  Her voice held a soft warble from crying.  He snuffled at her paws and then reached his muzzle higher, to lick at Katie's; to lick away her sorrow.  Katie paused and let him for a moment, his tongue reassuring and warm.
 
"Ack!  S-silly doggy!"  She gave a soft giggle despite herself; it did tickle a bit.  Katie wiped her eyes and slid down off the bed, bringing herself down to his level.  Without waiting a moment longer, she interrupted his comforting touch and closed her arms around him in a hug.  He was furry and warm and he panted softly by her head.  His fur was longer than hers, an infinitely varied canvas daubed brown and black.  She hadn't hugged in far too long.  She hadn't hugged Tommy since-- 

Katie let out a brief sob and hugged King tighter, fresh tears marking both their fur as she kneeled.  "W-what am I gonna do, King?" He made a soft noise and wriggled out of her grasp, inclining his muzzle to lick at her mournful flat ears.  Katie flicked them, trying not to giggle again as the tears softly fell.  But the dog was indifferent to her incongruity, licking relentlessly, even making those ears stand up a little. 

"K-King...  Mmmf"  She sniffed and wiped her nose.  "T-that tickles."  Blinking back tears that seemed to fall whatever she did, Katie pulled free of the assault.  She pulled right back and looked at the him; King tilted his head and gave a soft whine.  He couldn't just leave it at that, and pressed his muzzle forward to lick her damp fur again.  She let him; she didn't have the strength, and so he licked softly at her; down her cheeks, the sides of her muzzle, down to her nose.  He licked her salty tears away, tender touches for her sad face.  They were nearly gone, drying up, chased away by soft doggy kisses; bless him.  Katie panted softly through her nose; he licked her mouth. 

His soft doggy tongue grazed her lips and she gave a shiver; it felt... interesting.  His warmth and smell enveloped her, clean, canine and no bad breath.  And he licked, licked her lips, suddenly very interested in them.  Katie gave a soft gasp and tried to push him away; it was a little overwhelming; it was intimate.  This only seemed to embolden him, his tongue pushed and wriggled against her, trying, trying...  Trying to slip between her lips!  Katie gasped, and the dog abruptly slipped his long tongue all the way inside her mouth.  She froze and he licked hungrily, naughtily, their muzzles locked together in a bestial interplay. 

Katie gasped again and stumbled backwards onto her rump, breaking the intimate contact in a panting rush.  King wagged his tail and dipped his muzzle towards her to try again, whining; she pushed him back and shook her head.  She'd just kissed a dog.  She'd just kissed him, a dog.  She felt dizzy.  But it had felt nice, hadn't it?  He whined again and she leaned over to tousle his ears. 

"Mmm...  You like that King?"  Katie rocked forward onto her knees so that she could get up, and that's when she saw.  From her crouched position, the sight of it sprung out at her from between his hind legs: a vivid, slender finger of red.  King had an erection!  "Huh, boys..."  Her eyes widened and she leant forward for a closer look, coming down onto all fours and craning her neck.  She'd never seen it before, but then she'd never spent a huge amount of time in King's company.  It wasn't like Tommy's, wasn't like Peter's either, less pointy; a straighter shape.  It poked part way out of his sheath; she could see its slender shape.  It was definitely his penis, no doubt about it; Katie licked her lips as she took in the details.  He whined again, it bobbled, and then he shuffled around behind her. 

Katie gasped as his muzzle brushed her skirt and then pushed under it; the dog suddenly snuffled between her legs.  She struggled, twisting out of the way, but not before he placed a wet lick right along the fabric of her panties.  "King!!"  The cub found herself on her rump again as he shrank away from her scolding tone.  "Bad dog," she said, much more quietly.  But that had felt nice too, hadn't it?  Blushing with ears flat, Katie ducked her head and stared at him; it felt as if the heat had suddenly been turned up in the room.  He stared back, just standing there, softly panting, softly wagging.  Still showing a little bit of pink too.  She shook her head; this wasn't right, not with the four-leggers.  Everyone knew that, you didn't have to think about it; it was simply wrong.  Wrong...  Like her and Tommy?  Quickly, Katie pushed that thought away. 

She looked at him; he was so kind, so gentle, and he was a boy.  She wondered...  "Come here, boy.  It's okay.  Come here."  He pricked his ears up and then gently padded over.  The young leopard petted those soft German Shepherd ears, then stroked down his side.  Curiosity suddenly burned in her, tattered emotions flaring.  Just what did she have to lose?  The sight of it filled her mind unbidden, vivid and red and naughty, a boy dog's penis.  Katie suddenly wanted to touch it.  It would be so easy; he was just standing there and they were all alone.  Her pulse quickened and she reached.  She reached her paw down his side, down, down, under his tummy, through that thick fur.  Katie swallowed.  He stood there quietly as her paw wandered; she couldn't believe she was doing this.  With a soft gasp she found it and shivered, bumping against the dog's sheath.  It was furry and warm, a bit like Tommy's, yet quite different too; bigger with coarser fur.  This was so naughty; her fingers closed around it. 

Katie gently squeezed and felt him, felt his penis hiding within, felt its rigid shape.  It was thin, wasn't it?  But so hard, like it had a bone inside; maybe that was it.  Funny canines.  The girl blinked and gently slid his sheath back, crouching lower for a better look, staring as his penis was exposed again.  But more than that, a soft bump passed between her fingers, then slipped out of his sheath too; a round bulbous part wider than the rest of him, right near the base.  He'd become very quiet, standing there for her, and now his hips jerked slightly.  They lowered and began to twitch; Katie's eyes widened at the sudden movement.  She slipped his sheath back up, afraid to actually touch his willy. It looked so red and sensitive, mottled with veins and colours; quite a different look than she was used to.

She let go of him, somewhat overwhelmed.  Katie had touched a dog's penis.  She'd touched his penis, the penis of an animal; an unfamiliar thrill started to tingle through her.  King hadn't seemed to have minded; he seemed quite happy to let her touch him.  More than happy, he--  Katie gasped as a muzzle found its way under her skirt for the second time; there was suddenly much snuffling and sniffing and...  She shivered and held still as his tongue found her again, seeking out her girl parts.  This time she didn't squirm away; he was just returning the favour, just checking her out, right?  The cub gasped as that tongue flicked between her legs, licking over her panties, warm and wet.  She could feel it seeping through the fabric, rubbing at her sensitive skin; this was so...  Katie stood up suddenly, breathing fast, dizzy. 

King whined and tried to jump up at her, blunt claws pressing against her dress. "No, King, down boy, please."  Her tone was gentle; she looked around nervously.  The bedroom door, open a crack where he'd padded in.  She walked over, trying to be nonchalant; no reason for closing it, right?  Distant noises came from downstairs; it sounded like everyone was busy down there.  Quietly as she could, Katie closed her door and made sure it was properly shut this time.  She had to get undressed for bed, that's right; a girl needed her privacy from prying cousins.  King whined up from her side with a wagging tail; he was following the leopard like a lost puppy now.  She padded back over to the bed; he followed her, of course.  Katie chewed her lip as an uncontrollable shiver of excitement ran through her.  Delaying no further, she reached up under her skirt and tugged her underwear down.  In moments it was off; she tossed it onto the bed; King watched it fly. 

And anyway, it was only fair; he'd really seemed to like doing that to her.  Katie nodded, that was it, she would just let him for a little bit.  Just a little bit.  Shivering, the cub got down on her knees in front of the dog, flicked her tail up and pulled her skirt out of the way.  He didn't waste a second; the dog immediately pushed his muzzle up between the girl's legs.  She gave a muffled squeal as his tongue found her, and then that was it; the girl's last bit of resistance fell away.  Slipping from front to back, he was relentless, licking her everywhere, stroke after stroke of wet doggie tongue from her vagina to her tailbase.  Katie mewled and clenched her paws, mind spinning; it felt so good.  She needed this.  Despite all the hurt and shame and tears, indeed because of them, she'd missed these feelings.  Yet Katie could scarcely believe she was even doing any of this, and with him.  He licked again and again, pushing his muzzle in, focusing on her vagina; those broad licks were getting shorter. 

He was pushing, pushing with his tongue, trying to slip inside her, hot breath washing over her private area.  He was better at it than Tommy, and as she grew more and more excited, the dog was actually managing it.  Pushing, pressing, wagging, King's tongue slipped between Katie's lips and she cried out.  A little bit at first, then a lot, and quite soon the deed was done.  He had his whole tongue inside her.  Impossibly long wriggling wet warmth, Katie whimpered and tried not to make too much noise.  It was deeper than she'd ever felt, deeper than she knew possible; Katie couldn't hold it in any more.  As the family pet reamed her, as she let a dog lick inside her vagina, that longed for tickle started.  The tickle became a spark and the spark became an explosion, and in moments she was gasping and hitching; an unstoppable flood of pleasure suddenly raging through her vagina.  She squeezed on him, she chirped, and wisely King withdrew. 

Katie glanced over her shoulder, had it freaked him out?  She squeaked in surprise, getting her answer as the canine suddenly put a paw up on her back.  The German Shepherd dog shuffled forwards and in one easy movement, mounted the young girl.  He was on her back, heavy, warm, and furry; his paws gripped her sides.  She squeaked again as she felt something warm and hard nudging against her rear; the girl froze.   

"K-King, what are you--" 

It was his...  It had to be.  It prodded and probed, gently pushing as his back legs shuffled, searching.  Was he trying to...?  Closer, closer; Katie shook with sudden excitement, then it happened.  The dog's penis caught in her furless slit, and he pushed, hard.  Pleasure still pulsing faintly from her release, Katie gave a muffled cry; she felt King push all the way inside with one thrust.  Slick and hard and thin, he easily penetrated and began to thrust.  She felt him immediately squirting deep inside, and then an awful guilt suddenly gripped her.

"King, no!"  Katie struggled, twisting suddenly in the dog's strong paws as she sought to escape this intrusion.  For a moment he clung to her, then she slipped free; he whined and thrusted at air.  Katie twisted around and rolled over onto her rump, pulling her tail out of the way.  Tears threatened yet again and she hid her face behind her paws; ashamed.  How quickly she'd let Peter mate her back then, and now his dog?  She couldn't, she just couldn't do it to Tommy. Not unless he said it was okay.  Katie shook her head and then nodded, she'd put a stop to this now.  And why was King so eager, had he done it before?  Had he...? 

The dog nuzzled at her insistently, whining again; she took her paws away and looked.  Her eyes widened and she really looked.  Hanging between King's back legs was the biggest erection she'd ever seen; it was slick and long and red, shaped with all sorts of unusual curves.  Especially at the base, that little nub she'd felt was now a serious swelling.  She wondered what it was for.  Naughtiest of all, thin clear squirts of liquid were jetting from his tip, about once a second; his willy twitched and swung with every one.  Definitely not pee, she knew that much, but then what?  It didn't seem like he was done; it just kept going and going and going...  But he was shrinking.  She stared some more, hypnotised, watching that red canine penis deflate and start to slip back inside his sheath.  Was that what a dog's sticky was like?

The squirts seemed to slow and disappear, and in a few moments he was back to where he'd started.  Just that naughty pink tip stayed peeking out, seeking attention.  Katie felt between her legs and blushed deeply; she was more than wet.  She was leaking fluid that wasn't hers.  Katie felt a rush of guilty pleasure go through her just at the thought of it, the thought he'd actually left something inside her too.  A naughty voice in her head spoke up.  [i]Boy number three…[/i]  She pushed that thought away, excited and ashamed.  King whined at her some more, padding up close, his eyes large with need.  That pink tip of his wasn't going anywhere; the poor boy just wanted to do what all boys apparently did.  

Katie shook her head again, ears back.  "I'm sorry, King..."  She couldn't.  Although...  Maybe she could at least help him finish; that would be okay, wouldn't it?  The leopard licked her lips, nodding and rubbing her paws together; she was just helping him out.  He nuzzled her more insistently and she petted his ears.  "Okay, okay...  You're gonna have to help me out here, I've not done this before."  Before the dog got too interested in her crotch again, tempting as that was, Katie shuffled herself over and came around beside him.  This time she had a better view, a little lower down; he had to be discouraged from turning to face her.  Katie paused, it didn't seem quite so daunting the second time, yet...  She reached in with one paw and cupped his sheath; he grew quiet as she touched it again.  And then, she slipped that paw back through his soft warm fur; she found his furry pouch.  King grew very still as her fingers waltzed over it, exploring the shape before cupping it too.  It was warm as the rest of him and so lovely to hold.  Bigger than she'd felt before.

He whined again, needful; Katie raised her ears and looked at him with sympathy.  "Okay...  Be a good boy and stand nice and still for me.  Now I just need to, um..."  She let go of his balls and returned to that sheath, slung under his belly and full of promise.  Still his tip poked out, and so she began giving him the attention he craved.  Gentle exploration at first; that strange boney rigidity all along his length, that swelling at the base.  She gently rubbed, squeezed, pinched it between her fingers.  The dog lowered his hips a little, but didn't do the thrusting thing this time; what was wrong?  Katie started rubbing his sheath up and down, resting her other paw on his back, but still he didn't respond.  She sighed, what was the holdup?  Surely he couldn't be done for the day.  She'd just squeezed his sheath, squeezed that swelling, that knot, squeezed behind--  Katie gasped; King's tail dipped and he suddenly thrust violently at her paw.  She was caught off guard and he slipped from her grasp.

"Oh...  You like that, boy?"

Katie took a moment to collect herself, then tried again, excited.  She reached under the German Shepherd, to the base of his sheath, and gently started to rub.  She found that magic spot, that thin part behind his sheathed knot, and she rubbed.  King huffed, curved his back, lowered his tail; he began thrusting.  In seconds he was thrusting violently, desperately, back paws shifting on the carpet as he attempted to mate with the leopard cub's paw.  Katie gave a soft gasp and hung onto him, staring wide eyed; she felt his sheath catching and slipping against her fingers.  The dog's thrusting hips bumped her arm but still she rubbed, blinking as she realised he'd slipped right out of his sheath.  She was holding him behind the knot, and now it was fully exposed and growing; its warm slick bulk bumped against her palm.  Those squirts were back as well, jetting hotly onto the carpet; thin and insistent.  King's knot bumped her another time and curiosity overcame her; she moved her hand to grip it.

She didn't want him to stop what he was doing and so her fingers split round his sensitive spot; still rubbing it.  It felt good; it felt right; she felt hot.  A perfect grip and he was hot too, hot and growing, that knot kept expanding and filling her palm.  He seemed to be slowing down though, feverish energy decreasing while his knot size kept on increasing.  All movement stopped, and it seemed he'd got as big as he got.  Katie licked her lips and watched as he made a soft huffing, groaning sort of sound, his squirts suddenly growing thick and hot.  They were starting to make a mess on the carpet; she blushed, embarrassed and curious.  Her other paw slipped across to him unbidden, and then he was squirting on that instead.  Warm and wet, the fluid quickly soaked her fur; in moments it was dripping between her knuckles.

Katie withdrew that paw after a moment and with just a brief hesitation, sniffed at it.  It was dripping on the carpet, that wouldn't do; she licked at it, ears hot.  A sweet, salty, musky taste filled her muzzle, sweeter than she was used to.  Her ears lowered shyly, she liked it; she liked it a lot.  Katie gave a gasp as suddenly King shifted, struggling and pulling against her grip; she almost let go.  He twisted around, lifting a foot over her arm, and then suddenly she found herself holding his penis out behind his back legs.  It was squirting on her now, a hot rain on her legs; she chewed her lip.

"Huh...  Is this how you...?"  She'd seen something once about dogs getting stuck together, bum to bum, could this be...?  It looked painful all backwards like that; he didn't seem to mind, just pulling with gentle pressure so he stayed firmly in her paw.  Katie gave his knot an experimental squeeze; he huffed softly and jetted harder against her legs.  That warm musky smell rose from them; she was starting to feel damp.  A little flutter ran through her stomach and she decided then that she had to try.  Katie licked her lips and looked at King's engorged penis in her paw, bigger than she'd ever seen it, the biggest penis she'd ever seen.  She watched his seed squirting again and again, angled him up, and then took his tip into her mouth.  

The canine penis passed her lips, hot and smooth; his hot squirts of semen suddenly landing on her tongue.  She took him deeper, sliding him into her muzzle, feeling very hot now.  Hanging on with one paw, her other found its way between her legs; she started to rub.  King ejaculated into her mouth and the excitement kept building; he tasted sweet and musky.  There was an awful lot of it too, filling up her mouth; after a moment she had to swallow.  Katie couldn't quite believe she was doing this.  It felt so wrong, and yet...  He liked it.  She was just helping him out after she'd got him all hot and bothered.  But canines were, um, quite different it seemed.  Not better, not worse; that wasn't fair.  Just different.  Katie squeezed his knot again, massaging it, and felt his semen spray harder against her tongue.  He whined and shuffled; she leaned over to check he was okay.  There was nothing to fear; the dog had a dopey, blissful expression all over his muzzle.  With his head to one side, she could see King's eyes were half closed; his own pleasure gently pulsing through him, happily filling this cub's muzzle with his seed.

Katie swallowed again; he sure produced a lot of the stuff.  She wondered, how long would he keep up?  Katie shivered and rubbed faster between her legs, idly imagining it all inside a different part of her instead.  Gently she lifted her muzzle off him, giving herself a break as she swallowed for the third time.  His squirts landed on her thighs again; she scooted a little closer.  A little correction in aim, and...  Katie gasped as that hot ejaculation now rained down between her legs.  She rubbed, wet and growing much wetter, excitement surging in her like boiling water.  Katie scooted closer still, angling him down; now she could feel the pressure of his squirts.  She gasped, mewling, wet sounds issuing unbidden from her paw.  As King painted her vagina with his hot sperm, the cub's breath caught in her throat.  Her tail lifted up and she started to tremble.

For the second time that evening, pleasure bloomed in a sudden rush from her groin.  Katie hunkered down and moaned through clenched teeth, losing her grip entirely on King.  He gave a soft grunt and stepped away, his squirting erection now hanging between his legs, hot and knotted.  Katie tipped forward onto her arms, mewling, struggling to breath, pleasure lighting her up like fire.  That's when she felt the dog's hot tongue again.  His muzzle had found her and he licked, licked between her legs, washing over her burning flesh.  Katie gasped and her hips started to spasm; the feelings redoubled.  King licked noisily, cleaning her of his mess and hers, not a drop was missed.  He kept on licking until finally she had to squat down and push him away, pleasure finally fading.

Katie panted and looked as King set about licking over the wet spots on the carpet next, seemed he didn't want to waste any of it.  Finally, he licked between his own legs, already shrinking.  The canine flopped onto the carpet and twisted round to lick his sheath, guiding his penis efficiently back inside his sheath.  In a minute it was gone, tidily hidden away once more; it was like nothing had even happened.  Their eyes met and Katie was sure she saw gratitude in his blissed-out expression, sated and sleepy.  She stood then, legs shaky; this needed cleaning up.  An old blouse from yesterday would do, Katie dropped it to the floor and pressed it into the wet spots of carpet with her foot paws.  

She looked at the dog and blushed, still in some disbelief at what she'd done.  But with the disposal of the evidence, the events existed only in her memory and in the lingering tingle between her legs.  She had to tell Tommy, only she wasn't sure how just yet; she hoped he'd be okay.  King was already asleep, curled up and happy.  He had the right idea.  It was nearly time for bed and so, Katie got settled down for the night.

Unseen by either, the bedroom door silently closed.


******* 

Thursday. 

Tommy awoke quite suddenly and sat up in bed.  He took a moment to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and then swung his legs out from under the covers.  Methodically, he pulled the bed covers back and then begun stripping them from the bed.  Wet.  He was a bed-wetter now, and he had to take care of it.  The duvet was stripped, then the bed sheets, all dumped in the basket.  Next his pyjamas, cold and damp, they quickly went on the pile.  Finally he was done, and the cub headed for the shower. 


******* 

Tommy sat at his desk, in his bedroom, looking out at the grey world.  It seemed the sun hadn't shone in weeks, and it was fitting really; he felt like he'd never see it again.  Never see her again.  He shook his head, fumbling with the stolen mobile telephone in his paw.  Dad wouldn't notice it was missing, not for days; this was the spare one he kept at home.  It was fully charged; Tommy stared down at the buttons.  She only had two days left.  They only had two days left.  It was lunchtime and he had to risk it; Tommy's tutor was gone for an hour. 

Trembling slightly, Tommy held the phone and dialled the number, heart suddenly racing.  He pressed the green button and stared at it with wide eyes.  It connected; it went through, and suddenly it was ringing.  He held it up to his ear, trembling and breathless.  After a few seconds, a female voice answered. 

Tommy coughed and put on a high pitched voice.  "H-hi!  Is P-Peter there?!" 

"Who is this?"  The voice at the other end sounded impatient. 

He giggled a bit despite himself.  "It's Kenny!  P-Peter's friend from school!"  His voice warbled with nervousness and his ears twitched. 

Silence.  The pause drew out, and then Tommy heard a soft exhalation from the other end of the line. 

"Peter!  A school friend is on the phone for you!  Make it quick please; you're due back at school in twenty minutes."  The voice echoed down the phone, then there was a soft clatter followed by footsteps walking away.  A moment later there were lighter, faster, more animated footsteps; the sound of paws clattering on wood.  Finally there was a soft scrabbling sound. 

"Hello?  Who's there?" 

Tommy looked around the room, ears low; he began to talk in a whisper,  "Pete, it's me." 

"Tomm--!" 

He cringed, hissing down the phone, "Shhh!!  Don't let your Mum hear, I'm not meant to be talking to you at all!" 

The line crackled.  "Okay, okay, oh wow.  You two are in so much trouble; I don't even know.  How did you...  What did you..." 

Tommy shook his head.  "It doesn't matter.  Listen Peter, I'm sorry to drag you into this, but I need your help, and I need you to keep another secret.  Will you do that for me and Katie?" 

A long pause.  Tommy could hear his soft breathing.  "I won't get into trouble like you two, will I?  I already got in trouble at school because...  Never mind.  I guess I'll help if I can.  Katie's been so sad.  Can you help her?" 

Tommy found a sudden hard lump in his throat and he struggled to speak, "She...  Yes.  It's a matter of life or death, Peter; I dunno what they told you." 

Now it was Peter's turn to whisper, "P-P-Pregnant, is that true?  What are they gonna do, Tommy?"  He started to sound concerned. 

"Shhh, don't let anyone hear you.  You know what abortion is, Peter?" 

The younger leopard gasped softly from the other end of the line. 

"Listen Pete, we don't have much time.  I need you to do exactly what I tell you.  Find Katie; tell her in secret.  Tell her to meet me tonight at our secret meeting spot; she'll know where it is.  It's a bit of a walk for her, but not too far; we can't risk any other way to get there.  Tell her to bring things to eat and drink, spare clothes, supplies, whatever she can think of." 

Another soft gasp down the telephone line. "Y-you...  You're running away?" 

Tommy nodded, flattened his ears again, whispering: "Yes...  Please keep your voice down.  You can't tell anyone about this, whatever happens." 

Peter made a soft whimpering sound down the phone, "But I don't even know where that secret spot is." 

"Precisely.  I'm sorry Peter; I have to do it, and Katie has to do it too.  We have to keep the baby safe.  It's the only way; she only has a few days left."  A tinge of sadness and desperation began to enter his voice at the finality of it all.  It had really come down to this. 

A long silence down the phone, shaky breathing now. "Do you promise you'll look after her?  And the baby?" 

"Do you promise to keep this secret, and just tell Katie?"  Tommy heard an affirmative grunt, after a moment.  "Okay.  I'm relying on you Peter; you're all we've got left.  We owe you big, okay?  Tell her tonight, whenever she can safely get away; I'll be there waiting for her." 

Now a soft sniffle. "I'm gonna miss you.  Both of you.  You'd better not be gone forever." 

Tommy felt another lump in his throat.  "I promise.  Goodbye Peter.  Thank you."  He reached the phone out in front of him and pressed the red button.  The cub wiped his eyes, wrought with emotion; his entire world was spinning away even faster.  But what choice did they have? 

He switched the phone off and began to pack; first the camping gear.  Lunchtime was nearly over and there'd be no time to waste after lessons. 
