Gale’s eyelids drooped slightly as he read one of his most recent e-mails for the second time.  It was one his newer, younger teachers reaching out to him about some thing or another, nothing he really needed to be bothered about, so it was hard to put any thought behind what he was reading. The teacher, in theory, should not have needed help disciplining one of their students but it seemed as though it was what they were asking for in a roundabout way. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to do anything if they didn’t come right out and ask him. It wasn’t that he was too busy to help, he just didn’t particularly feel like bringing down the hammer in a situation the teacher should readily be able to handle on their own. He was going to leave them to their own devices. It was only their first year on the staff, but if they couldn’t figure out how to handle their class then it might be their last year as well, he thought to himself. 
	“You look busy,” a voice called from his office doorway, “and annoyed.”. His ears perked up, and he looked up to see who had interrupted him from pretending to be busy.  He smirked, seeing one of his more experienced teachers grinning at him from the doorway. 
	“Incredibly busy. Probably the busiest I’ve been all year,” he said sarcastically. As he said it, he nearly growled. It wasn’t intentional, though. His voice was just a bit gruffer when he was tired. His voice as already a bit gruff in general, but before he had his afternoon coffee he sounded almost frighteningly growly. 
	“Sounds like you need a break then. Come on, coffee’s on me,” the teacher said. She playfully turned away from him, lifting her curled tail a bit extra. Doing this had the intended effect of showing off her shapely rump. The curl of her husky tail already kept it on display, but lifting her tail made it all that much more pronounced. 
	“You know I pay for the coffee, right?’ Gale said, standing up from his desk. He adjusted his tie, then made his way toward the door of his office. 
	“Well, then pouring it for you will be my pleasure,” the husky said, her tone approaching sultry. 
	Gale’s heart fluttered a bit at the sound of her voice. The combination of her lifted tail and her clearly overly-friendly voice as arousing him, but making him nervous as well. 
	Being a principal was a rather stressful job, Gale had come to discover. He’d worked his way up in the school system doing various administrative positions until eventually landing a prestigious position at the illustrious Yeng’s Institute for Furs. Being principal of such a well-known private school was something that he thought he’d be prepared for, but even with all of his experience he’d underestimated the position a little. But after a few years, he had finally gotten more comfortable. Largely with the help of his favorite teacher, Ms. Matelli.
	Cleo Matelli, or as her students and fellow teachers called her, Ms. Matelli, had been teaching at Yeng’s Institute for Furs for 3 years before Gale Bolder had taken over as the principal. She hadn’t given it much thought, trusting that the decision had been a good one. She had no interest in office politics, so if Mr. Bolder was good enough for the school, he was good enough for her. As long as he didn’t interrupt her teaching methods, she could have cared less about who replaced the old fogey who retired. What she hadn’t anticipated, however, was the muscle-bound bull-terrier mix packed into a suit that seemed like it would split off of him at any moment. She didn’t have many expectations, but such a large, seemingly intimidating man taking over as principal of her school caught her a bit off guard. 
	Despite her initial assumption based on his appearance, Cleo was happy to learn that Gale was not some sort of bonehead jock, or a stern no-nonsense prick. He was a regular guy, who simply looked like a linebacker that was visiting the school. Over the course of the next few years, Gale and Cleo became friends. At least, friends in the professional sense. at least, as professional as they could. 
	So, while Gale waited for Cleo to pour his coffee, he contemplated their “friendship”. He thought about how their workplace relationship could at any moment possibly become a problem, should anyone find out. It wasn’t as though he was expressly forbidden from dating one of the staff, but it was incredibly taboo and full of red tape. Enough red tape that neither of them felt was worth going through. Gale knew that even if he did go through all the proper channels to get their relationship approved, it could still very well jeopardize both of their careers. So, it was moments like these, where Cleo poured his afternoon coffee, that he appreciated their relationship. 
	Cleo hummed a happy tune as she fixed two cups of coffee. One cup with one scoop of sugar and just a touch of milk, and the other with plenty of milk and two scoops of sugar. She playfully handed Gale the cup with the extra cream and sugar, and Gale rolled his eyes. 
	“Come on, I need the energy,” he said, waiting for her to hand him the less sweet cup of coffee.
	“You sure? I thought you liked your coffee sweet and thick~” Cleo said, giving him a cheeky grin. 
	Gale felt his face flush, and he looked around to make sure no one was listening. “I think you’re thinking of something else,” he said lowly, his tail swinging behind him ever so slightly. He took the right cup from Cleo, and gave her the one she’d originally given him.
	It was Cleo’s turn to blush. Their banter felt dangerous, even though no one else was around. “Oh, you’re bad. Bad doggy,” she cooed at him quietly. 
	Gale choked on his coffee, and tried to compose himself. He felt his slacks grow tight, and he had to will away the stiffening in his sheath.  “Okay, okay. You win. Jeeze,” he coughed, trying to compose himself. 
	Cleo just laughed, and shook her head. She sipped at her much sweeter coffee, and winked at him. “You’re going to need some new pants soon. Those are getting a bit tight,” she teased.
	“Hush…” Gale said, rolling his eyes. 
	“No really, I think you’ve been looking a little…heavier,” the husky said with a sultry tone.
	“Cleo…” Gale nearly begged, feeling his thick sheath stirring in his slacks. 
	“Okay, okay. I’ll be nice. For now,” Cleo replied, her attitude shifting back from playfully horny to upbeat and perky within seconds. 
	Gale took a deep breath, and took a long drink of his coffee. 
	“Speaking of new pants though,” Cleo said, taking a seat at one of the chairs in the lounge. “Did you hear that Sweet kid wet his pants again this week?” 
	Gale sighed. “Isn’t that like the 2nd time this month? Poor guy…” Gale said sympathetically. 
	“I don’t know how Mrs. Anka does it. I mean, I’ve had a few wetters in my class over the years but that Kendall kid is trying to set a record or something it seems,” Cleo said. She sipped her coffee, and looked expectantly at Gale for an answer. 
	“…are you trying to suggest that *I* do something about it?” Gale asked.
	“Well, you are the principal. Can we really have a student peeing his pants every month going into the next grade?”
	“What do you want me to do about it? I’m his principal, not his dad. Besides I’ve already had a conference with his parents. They don’t know what to do about it either. I say that if it’s not bothering him, then it’ll resolve itself on its own. Sounds like he has plenty of friends so at least he’s not being isolated.” Gale explained.
	Cleo shrugged. “He must be some sort of social genius to have a group of friends, and still be wetting his pants in second grade.” 
	Gale looked away bashfully. “Hey now, you can pee your pants in second grade and turn out just fine,” he said. 
	Cleo looked at Gale for a moment, then grinned widely and covered her mouth. “Nooooo…you didn’t.”
	Gale blushed a bit, and grinned sheepishly as he nodded his head. “Only the one time, but once was enough to be called Gushin’ Gale up through fifth grade.” 
	“What happened in fifth grade?” Cleo asked.
	“I beat up the last person who ever called me Gushin’ Gale,” the bull-terrier mix said slyly. “So, if young Mr. Sweet ever runs into trouble, I’m sure I can think of a way to help him out.” 
	“You’re going to beat up another fifth grader?” Cleo asked, giving him another cheeky grin.
	Gale chuffed, and sipped his coffee, but didn’t bother responding. Another teacher had made their way into the lounge, and fixed himself a cup of coffee.
	“Hey Cleo, hey Gale. Ready for the weekend?” The ferret teacher asked.
	“Not as ready as you, it would seem,” Gale said, narrowing his eyes. While faint, and quite nearly imperceptible, Gale caught the scent of marijuana coming from the ferret. 
	The ferret whipped around, and looked at Gale with wide, panicked eyes. But when he saw the lack of concern in his boss’s eyes, he relaxed a bit. “Err, uh, yeah,” he said sheepishly.
	The three made small talk until they had to get back to business, and Gale returned to his office. He plopped himself back down into his desk chair, and got back to work. He made quick work of the rest of his end of week tasks, and sat back in his chair once he had finished up. He had only half an hour until classes let out for the weekend, and roughly an hour after the students were released until he could go home. He daydreamed that he could leave with Ms. Matelli and everyone would just let it happen. He pictured himself walking her out of the building with his arm around her waist, nestled comfortably against him as they left for the day. He thought about driving with her to their shared home, and watching TV on the couch with her eating delivery pizza. He thought about getting ready for bed with her, sharing a bathroom and teasing each other as they got ready for the end of the night. He thought about Ms. Matelli getting naked, in their room.
	Gale felt his slack tighten. He peeked an eye open, and saw that the door to his office as closed. He didn’t bother stopping his day dream. He thought about Ms. Matelli slowly taking her shirt off, revealing her supple breasts to him. He pictured her perky nipples, the ones he’d seen so many times during their secret trysts. He pictured her playing with them, getting her nipples stiff, rubbing them slowly in front of him. His own shaft stiffened as well, though that was not a day dream. He felt his heavy balls starting to work, and he reached down to massage them gently. He hadn’t gotten off all week, and he was overdue. If he didn’t stop his day dream soon, he might spoil things for himself. But it was difficult for him. He couldn’t help but picture Cleo slowly pulling down her panties and revealing her hot pink sex to him. He felt his mouth start to water, and he let his tongue hang out of his muzzle. He felt it dripping on to his shirt, but he didn’t care much. Dogs drooled sometimes, and he was no exception. People could get over it if they had a problem. 
	This thought snapped him out of his daydream. He looked down at his shirt, and shook his head. It wasn’t a large drool spot, but it was present. He wasn’t all that bothered, but he knew that a drool spot would have been the least of his worries if he had continued his day dream. He already felt a sticky warmth in his boxer briefs, as his tongue wasn’t the only thing that had drooled. There wasn’t a visible wet spot on his slacks, but he could feel a small wet patch in his undies. It was enough to remind him of where he was, and why he needed to stop. 
	The daydream had killed some time though, and he was nearly startled by the sound of the end of day bell ringing out loudly. He made his way out of his office to greet the passing students on their way out of the building. It was part of his duty to show that he was present among the students, keeping an eye on the hallways to ensure that things were orderly and safe.
	As he walked, he saw a familiar pup standing near his locker. It was Kendall Sweet, the pup who’d been the topic of conversation only a couple hours ago. 
	“Hello, Mr. Sweet,” Gale rumbled, looking down at the pup. He kept his somewhat stern demeanor, though so much of him wanted to just kneel down and give the pup a tight hug. He couldn’t do that, though. He had to maintain the aura of austerity that was customary with his position.	
	“H-hi, Mr. Bolder,” Kendall piped up, looking up at Gale a bit nervously.
	“I hope you’re doing well. Is anyone giving you any trouble?” the bull-terrier asked. He didn’t want to outright talk about the pup’s accident while standing in the hallway, but he wanted to be sure his student wasn’t being harassed about his potty problems. 
	“I’m okay! Um, I don’t think anyone is bothering me,” Kendall explained, a bit hesitantly.
	“Even after…” Gale said, trailing off, he made a discreet motion at the boy’s pants, and Kendall’s eyes got wide in understanding.
	“Oh! That…um…well, I think that everyone already laughed about it enough the first couple times that now they don’t care,” Kendall said shyly. “But I promise I’m trying my best!” 
	Gale nodded. “Well, if anyone is bothering you, you come and tell me. And in the meantime, just try to remember to use the restroom more often. Deal?” Gale asked, reaching out his heavy paw for Kendall to shake.
	Kendall beamed widely, and shook Gale’s hand. “Deal!”
	“You have a good weekend, Mr. Sweet,” Gale said, giving the pup a small smile before continuing on his way. 
	Once his walk around the school was complete, he did his usual second pass through to make sure that there were no stragglers in the hallways that didn’t belong. There were some student athletes and club members from the high school, but no students were in the school that shouldn’t be, so he made his way back to the office for his end of day tasks. 
	Gale made his way back to his office, and shut his door behind him. He was then startled by the sight of his office chair turning around to face him. His heart raced in his chest from the surprise, but quickly settled once he realized who it was. That is, his heart was settled until he realized what she was doing. His heart raced once more as he watched Cleo playfully rubbing herself between her legs. She was still clothed, but her paw was slowly playing between her legs. 
	“…what are you doing?” Gale nearly hissed. 
	“Oh come on, no one ever comes in here other than you,” Cleo purred.
	“That doesn’t mean…you can’t just…what if someone…” Gale sputtered. He tried to wrangle his thoughts. He didn’t want her to stop, but he knew that he couldn’t let this keep going. 
	“Please…can we just…it’s only a couple more hours until we can get away for the weekend,” he begged. 
	Cleo shook her head. “I need it NOW. You’ve made me wait all week for it,” she asserted. She kept her voice low, in case anyone might be passing by. She knew that Gale’s office didn’t have any cameras, so their conversations and actions wouldn’t been seen. They’d had a few close calls in his office before, with a kiss here and there, but nothing quite like this before. But for some reason, that week without Gale’s touch had been far too long for her liking. She didn’t care that they had plans in his lakeside cabin that weekend. She didn’t care that only hours later they would have all the privacy they could ask for. She needed him right then and there, and she was going to get it one way or another. 
	Gale was speechless. His cock was throbbing in his slacks, and his brain was misfiring. He wordlessly locked the door behind him, and bore down on her quickly.  He pressed his muzzle to hers and kissed her passionately. He moaned into her mouth. The taste of her was more refreshing than a cold beer after a rough day, and twice as intoxicating. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She was his, and he was claiming her right then and there. The time for thinking was gone, and he couldn’t stop what had been set in motion. He pulled his head back, breaking their kiss, and looked at her sternly.  “Just a quickie, got it? I wanna have energy for later,” he asserted. 
	Cleo nodded. “Whatever you say…Gushin’ Gale,” she said, smirking at him.
	Gale narrowed his eyes and growled at her. Cleo shivered. The power of the bull terrier wrapped around her was undeniable. He could do whatever he wanted with her, and she couldn’t do anything about it. He could break her, and that turned her on. She was utterly powerless in the arms of her secret lover.
	“What did you just call me?” Gale spat. His friendly demeanor had taken on a bit more edge. He wasn’t actually angry, but Cleo was clearly goading him. She wanted him to have a temper with her, and he was going to give her what she wanted. While he was physically in control, and the one holding the sense of power in their play, Cleo was an expert in getting what she wanted without having to directly ask for it. If Cleo wanted him to go rough with her, then so be it. He’d pound his release into her, and then send her on her way to meet up at the cabin. 
	“I called you Gushin’ Gale…you got a problem with that, peepee pants?” Cleo teased.
	“Keep running your mouth, I’ll be sure to make better use of it tonight,” Gale growled. He reached between them and dove his paw down the front of Cleo’s pants. He had planned on rubbing her through her panties to tease her a bit more, but discovered that she wasn’t wearing any. He let out a small moan as he felt his fingers touch her hot sex. He worked a finger inside of her easily, and gently made a beckoning motion with it. Each stroked of his finger made Cleo whine with pleasure, until Gale felt Cleo’s knees get weak. He stopped, and then smirked at her. It was her turn to glare at him.
	“You tease…I thought you wanted a quickie,” Cleo huffed. 
	“I do, but payback is fun too,” Gale said breathily. He carefully pulled his hand out of her pants, and then tugged her pants around her hips. His cock was already straining against his slacks, but the sight of Cleo’s pussy coming into view made his cock surge uncomfortably in his tight pants. He worked his own pants down and freed his cock from its cloth prison. All nine inches of him was jutting out in front of him needily. He wrapped his paw around it, not quite able to touch his middle finger to his thumb, holding it firmly in the palm of his paw.  As he pulled it out, the last rational part of his brain shouted at him. 
	“I don’t have a condom…” Gale said begrudgingly.
	“I don’t care…” Cleo huffed. 
	With that, the last part of Gale’s protests died out. He somewhat roughly re-positioned Cleo to bend her over his desk, and positioned his cock behind her. He lined it up with her slit, and with a practiced motion he eased it into her. He had to bite his tongue to stop from making a sound as he did so. Cleo’s warm velvety wet tunnel gripped him perfectly. It was familiar and welcoming. It was the most perfect pussy he’d ever been inside of, and he took only a brief moment to admire it before his hips took over. He bucked back and forth quickly, leaning down on Cleo somewhat to keep her firmly pressed to the table. He wasn’t crushing her by any means, but there would be no way for her to get up from her position unless she asked for it. Asking for it would also be somewhat difficult for her, as he had his paw pressed over her muzzle, keeping her nose free so she could breathe but not speak. 
	Cleo was in heaven. Gale’s thick cock filled her up as full as she thought she could possibly be. It was as though Gale’s shaft was made specifically for her. Not so long that it was painful to take in, and not so wide that it was stretching her out uncomfortably. It was the perfect fit. As she felt Gale’s knot bumping up against her, she wondered if Gale would remember not to knot with her. She’d taken it before, but it was always as they fell asleep together because it took a good while for his knot to deflate. If he knotted her in his office, they’d be in trouble. 
	“Dn nnt mmm,” Cleo mumbled into Gale’s paw. 
	Despite not being able to hear her, he understood what she’d said. Mostly because he’d felt his knot slamming up against her, and it took those three muffled sounds to remind him not to stuff it inside of her. However, focusing on not knotting her made him forget a key detail of their quickie. He knew that he couldn’t knot her in that moment, but forgot that he wasn’t wearing a condom. His orgasm came quickly, the week of need having been built up inside of him. As he filled Cleo with his seed, his brain floated up the thought that he probably shouldn’t have cum inside of Cleo without a condom. But it was too late to pull out. He had shot load after thick load of potent bull-terrier seed into his lover. His balls were swinging heavily between his legs as he came over and over again, emptying those heavy nuts deep into Cleo. 
	Cleo, now also aware that she’d invited Gale not to wear a condom, realized that Gale was cumming inside of her. She wanted to protest. She wanted to panic. But the feeling of Gale emptying himself into her sent her into overdrive. She wanted him. She wanted his cum inside of her. She wanted his seed. She wanted his puppies. She moaned into his paw as she came, her orgasm making her shiver and shake on the desk as they came together. Her body spasmed, and she felt the weight of Gale on top of her. She felt his taut gut resting on her, pulsating with every load he was shooting into her. With every pulsing load she felt Gale put into her, she rode another wave of pleasure, until both Gale and Cleo’s pleasure subsided. 
	Gale panted heavily, and looked down at what he’d done. There was a small puddle of spunk on the floor between them, and he felt his ears flatten against his head. “Oh no…Cleo I…” he stammered.
	Cleo’s head was spinning, but she wiggled her hips gently, coaxing Gale to pull his length out of her. “It’s okay…we’ll figure it out. I mean, there’s no guarantee it’ll take right away anyway. And we can always, you know, get the pill or something. It’s okay,” Cleo said reassuringly. She reached for a tissue from the box on Gale’s desk, and cleaned herself up a bit, then cleaned up the puddle of spunk on the floor. She pulled her panties back up, and shivered as she felt some of Gale’s seed ooze out of her and into her panties. She pulled her pants back up, and smirked at Gale. “Just gonna stand there with your dick out all night, or are we gonna go to your cabin?” 
	Gale’s nerves were mostly subsided. The post-orgasmic haze was making him less nervous about the entire situation. He had already broken their code of never doing anything so risky by fucking her in his office. What was a little pregnancy risk on top of it all? He tucked his dick away in his pants, and cleared his throat. “Come on, we’re losing light,” he said then swatted Cleo on the butt. 
	They made their way out of the school without any immediate suspicion. They’d gotten themselves presentable before leaving the office, and people were rather used to seeing them together. Gale and Cleo weren’t entirely oblivious though. They knew that their professional relationship was already something of a topic of gossip among the staff. No one could prove it, but a lot of people had their suspicions that the two were having a fling. But what they didn’t know is that it was much more than a fling. 
	Gale and Cleo desperately longed for one another, but they both knew that Gale’s job was on the line. If he was just a teacher, it would be a different story. Teachers getting together was rather common. But for the principal of Yeng’s Institute for Furs to show any sort of preference toward one of the staff members, especially in that manner, would be means for a job review, if not immediate termination. It wasn’t as simple as disclosing a relationship either. The power dynamic of their positions would by nature their relationship inappropriate in the eyes of the administration. Both Gale and Cleo could lose their jobs, and the best-case scenario would be only one of them losing their job. Both of them loved Yeng’s, and its students, far too much to let that happen. So, for the time being, they had to be happy with keeping things under wraps. 
	Gale picked up Cleo from their usual pick-up spot. Cleo would take a taxi to a restaurant in a neighboring city and Gale would pick her up. He owned two cars, one of being a luxury vehicle which he only drove to school to maintain appearances for Yeng’s, and the other was his personal use car. A simple sporty coup with tinted windows. 
	Gale and Cleo made simple small talk as they drove to Gale’s cabin. Gale loved these drives with Cleo. It was the closest he had to a simple life with her. The dream of just being able to live a normal life with her as his wife was out of reach for the time being, but they both knew that it was only a matter of time before something happened. Either they would get discovered, or one of the two would take a different job. But at that time, he was as happy as he could be just enjoying a somewhat quiet car ride with his lover to enjoy their weekend together.
	Cleo wiped her muzzle clean as she finished her meal, and wagged her tail contentedly. “God, I think I missed your cooking more than your dick,” Cleo said with a smirk. 
	Gale raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that so?” 
	“I’m sorry. Your dick is amazing, babe. But your chicken parm is to die for,” Cleo giggled. 
	“I’m just going to take all of that as a compliment,” Gale said. His tail was wagging, despite his banter with Cleo. He washed the dishes from dinner, and once everything was clean, he led Cleo into the living room. 
	“Hold on, before we get all cozy, can we talk about something?” Cleo asked.
	Gale froze. His heart raced in his chest. Cleo had never been one to want to “just talk”. Sure, she talked a lot, but there was only ever a handful of times where she “wanted to talk”. 
	“Um…sure?” Gale replied, “Is everything okay?”
	“Oh no no no, babe. Everything is fine,” Cleo said reassuringly. “It’s just I um…okay promise you won’t hate me.”
	“I promise,” Gale said. His heart was still racing, but a bit less now. There wasn’t a lot that Cleo could do that would make him angry, unless it was her cheating on him with another man. But he couldn’t even bring himself to think about that. 
	“Okay well, we’ve had a lot of fun and I wanna keep having fun with you, so don’t worry about that. But I was thinking of doing something to maybe take things up a notch,” Cleo said, as bashfully as Gale could ever recall her speaking to him. 
	Gale felt himself relax, and even laughed a little. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, a smile stretched across his face. He was relieved, knowing that there wasn’t much of a tough conversation ahead. If anything, it would be a fun conversation. But Cleo had never been so bashful about sex before, and that made him curious.
	“Okay so you know that thing you told me earlier?” Cleo asked.
	“What thing?” Gale said
	“You know the whole ‘Gushin’ Gale’ thing,” Cleo said, her face turning a bit pink. 
	It was Gale’s turn to blush. “Oh, yeah. What about it?” 
	“Well, and again please don’t get mad, I kinda sorta maybe thought it was really cute,” Cleo admitted. 
	Gale looked at her for a moment, then chuffed in disbelief.  “You thought the story about me beating someone up for teasing me was cute?” 
	“No, not that part…” Cleo said, her voice getting a bit quieter.
	“Wait…you mean you thought me wetting my pants in school was a cute story?” Gale said, a bit taken aback. 
	“I’m sorry! It’s just, you’re so muscly and tough and stern, and I mean come on being a principal is pretty sexy. Having all that power and respect. But thinking about a sheepish, shy Gale peeing his pants was just so cute. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Cleo said. She reached for her glass of wine, and took a big drink.
	“Hey now, it’s okay. I’m not offended. Just, I dunno it’s kind of an odd thing to think is cute. But why bring it up? If you’re worried you made me mad calling me Gushin’ Gale earlier, it’s okay. I’m very much over my second-grade pants wetting accident,” Gale said reassuringly. 
	“Well um…I dunno it kind of turned me on. Would you mind telling me the whole story?” Cleo asked shyly.
	“What, like the story of me peeing my pants?” Gale asked.
	Cleo nodded. “I’m sorry, if it’s too weird you don’t have to.” 
	Gale thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m a little caught off guard here but don’t worry about it. If you wanna hear about it, I don’t mind talking about it. I actually haven’t really ever talked about it all that much.”
	“Really? You’re not mad at me? Or grossed out?” Cleo asked.
	“Cleo, I love you. If you wanna hear the story of the time I wet my pants in school, it’s genuinely no big deal,” Gale said warmly. 
	Cleo leaned over and hugged Gale tightly. “You’re the best,” she said happily, then kissed him on the cheek.
	Gale wagged his tail, then returned the kiss. “Second place only to you,” he replied. “So, where do you want me to start?” 
	Cleo thought for a moment, then said “start from the part where you think it’d make the most sense. Obviously, you didn’t just pee your pants for no reason. Tell me what all led up to it.”
	The bull-terrier thought for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Well…I guess it was probably right after we’d gotten back from gym class. I was a bit shy about changing in front of the other boys, so I took too long in the locker room changing and the gym teacher came in to get me. But I usually had to go pee after gym, and I tried to tell him, but he just said that I needed to go join my classmates waiting for me outside. So, my teacher takes us back to class, and I was going to go tell her I needed to pee, but then she got a phone call. We usually played board games or drew quietly for a few minutes after gym class to wind us down, ya know, so she took the phone call because it wasn’t like we were going right into a lesson. Well, I was sitting at my desk waiting for her to end the call, and when the call ended, she got everyone’s attention and started the lesson. I raised my hand to ask to be excused, but she told me to wait until the lesson was over. So, I tried my very best to hold it, but I drank so much water from the water fountain during gym that it was making it all that much worse. Eventually I felt my body just sort of give up. All of a sudden, without my control, I felt myself start to pee. It was like my body made the decision for me. I just sat there terrified as I wet my pants. Eventually the stream died off, at least the stream I couldn’t control I mean, and I just sat there in my wet pants but I still had to pee. And since I already had ruined my pants, I just decided to keep going. There was no going back, ya know? I already knew there was a puddle under my desk, so I figured it couldn’t get much worse. I just peed and peed and peed, until eventually someone noticed. I don’t know how no one seemed to notice until I was already empty. Well, the boy sitting next to me starting laughing and pointing at me, saying ‘Gale peed his pants! Gale peed his pants!’ and I just sat there mortified in my wet pants. Eventually my teacher told me to go to the nurse’s office, and I ran all the way there trying not to cry. My mom had to come pick me up from school, since they didn’t keep spare pants for us in that grade. She was nice about it though. She took me out for ice cream. My dad was disappointed, but that’s pops for ya though. He called me Drippy for months. Brought it up whenever we had a long car ride or something. ‘Make sure Drippy goes potty before we leave! Don’t wanna have to put him back in diapers,’ and all that. But once I kicked the snot out of that kid for calling me Gushin’ Gale he let it die out. He signed me up for football that summer even. And uh…yeah I think that’s about it,” Gale said. 
	Cleo looked at Gale with a combination of fascination, sympathy, what might even be called maternal instinct. She wrapped herself quickly around Gale and began cooing at him with genuine sympathy in her voice. “Oh, you poor thing! I’m so sorry that happened to you! That’s so sad, I’m sorry baby,” she gushed at him. She snuggled into him tightly, rubbing her head on his chest and rubbing his arm up and down with her paw. 
	Gale hugged her back, and chuckled. “It’s okay, I got over it. I like to think I made it out okay,” he said. It felt good telling her that story, he thought. It wasn’t as though he was keeping it a secret from her, but it was an embarrassing story for sure. Something he hadn’t thought about in many years, as he didn’t really like to think about such an embarrassing moment in his life. 
	“I know, but…thinking about poor little Gale sitting there in a puddle, scared and embarrassed, oh I wish I could go back in time and scoop you up and tell you everything is going to be okay,” Cleo said, nearly tearing up, “no wonder you felt so much sympathy for poor Kendall. I bet you know exactly how he feels.” 
	Gale shrugged. “Well, he seems to be handling it just fine. Hell, I don’t think it even bothers him at this point.”
	“Well either way, I’m glad you told me your story,” Cleo said 
	“I’m glad you liked it,” Gale said with a chuckle.
	“Can I ask you another question?” Cleo asked, her voice getting quiet again.
	“Shoot,” Gale replied with another shrug.
	“How did it feel?” she asked.
	“I mean, embarrassing. Humiliating. I felt like a proper puppy,” Gale said, remembering those feelings of shame. 
	“No no I mean like…physically, how did it feel?” the husky asked him.
	“Oh…uh well…I mean like I said it was like it happened on all its own. Like all of a sudden, I felt my body start to pee. And then my crotch got really hot and wet. I felt it spreading under my legs and butt, and eventually I was sitting in a puddle of it,” Gale explained.
	“Did it…feel good?” Cleo asked tentatively.
	“I mean, it’s hard to say I guess but I don’t think the sensation of actually peeing my pants was all that unpleasant, I guess. I do remember the feeling of relief being pretty nice. Holding it to the point where I literally couldn’t, and then feeling that pressure go away, probably in retrospect one of the best pees I’ve ever had. And I guess I didn’t hate the feeling of it all that much since I decided to just keep going once I got control back,” Gale said. He was curious about this line of questioning. He sniffed at the air a little, and was surprised by what he was smelling. Just underneath the scent of the wine, Gale could smell Cleo’s arousal. “Wait…is this turning you on?!” he asked with a laugh.
	“No!” Cleo said defensively.
	“Oh my god, it totally is!” Gale said, poking her sides. “You think me peeing my pants was *really* cute huh?” 
	Cleo felt her body flush. Her face felt hot as Gale teased her. “Shut up, it is not!” 
	“Oh no Cleo, I don’t think I can hold it. I think I’m gonna pee my pants, better get off me me~” Gale teased, grinning and giggling a bit. 
	Cleo’s face contorted as Gale said this. The idea of Gale wetting himself right now set her body ablaze. “Stop…” she said breathily. But everything other than the word indicated that she wanted him to do anything but that. 
	“I mean it, that wine is going right through me. Please, Ms. Matelli, let me go potty,” Gale whined playfully. He squirmed exaggeratedly, grabbing at his crotch and smirking.
	“Seriously, Gale, stop…” Cleo whined. 
	“Oh my god, this is really turning you on!” Gale said delightedly. 
	“Ugh I’m sorry I’m so gross,” Cleo said miserably. She hid her face in Gale’s chest, feeling her heart beating quickly in her own. 
	“This is too much fun,” Gale said. “I have never seen you so flustered. 
	“You don’t think I’m some gross pervert?” Cleo asked, scooting back a bit so she could look Gale in the face. 
	“What? No! Are you serious?” Gale said, calming down a bit once he saw that Cleo was actually a bit nervous about the situation.
	“You mean it?” She asked. The husky looked at him with a determined face. 
	“Babe, I promise that you being turned on by the idea of me peeing my pants is totally fine,” Gale asserted. 
	“Well…prove it!” Cleo said, leaning back a bit more, now sitting on Gale’s lap. 
	“Okay, how?” Gale asked, already a bit suspicious.
	“Pee your pants for me,” Cleo said. She felt her face burning hotly, but looked at him with a mixture of determination and arousal. 
	“Wait, seriously? You want me to actually wet my pants?” Gale asked incredulously.
	“Well if you really don’t mind me being turned on by you peeing your pants, then you should feel totally fine doing it to turn me on, right?” Cleo suggested. She playfully tickled Gale’s sides, making the bull-terrier squirm under her a little.
	“You really are being serious, aren’t you?” Gale questioned, looking at her for any signs of a joke or a prank. 
	Cleo just nodded. 
	“I mean…how do you want me to do it?” Gale asked. “I wasn’t joking about the wine. It really is hitting me. I could go right now if you wanted me to,” he suggested. 
	“I want you to hold it for me,” Cleo requested, “hold it until you can’t’ hold it any longer. Just like in school.” 
	“Well, I’m a good bit older now. I don’t think it’ll happen quite so easily,” Gale said, still looking at Cleo for any signs of some kind of joke or prank. 
	“Then have a bit more wine and chug some water. Like…3 big cups. And then snuggle up with me while we watch a movie. I bet you can’t hold it the whole way through.” Cleo challenged.
	“Okay…so, if I do this for you, what do I get? I mean, not that I really need a tit for tat here, but I’m doing something pretty embarrassing for your pleasure, and I’m sure it’ll be at least a little uncomfortable for me to hold it til I burst,” Gale asked. He didn’t really need her to give him anything in return, but seeing Cleo so excitable made him wonder just how far she would be willing to go for him to do this. 
	“If you do this, I won’t take the Plan B I bought. I’ll risk a puppy for you,” she blurted. 
	Gale stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to laugh or pull back. She couldn’t really mean that…could she?”
	“I’m sorry, you didn’t take it already?” Gale asked. 
	Cleo shook her head. “I was going to let you go in raw tonight and then take it tomorrow anyway. But…Gale, I’m tired of all of this subterfuge and hiding away. So this will be my end of the bargain. I’ll let you go raw dog inside of me again, and if you knock me up, I’ll have puppies with you,” she said with confidence. 
	Gale was taken aback. “We can’t…we’d both be fired.” 
	“I’ll quit. Gale, I love my job but I love you more,” Cleo said. She sat on his lap, looking at him as seriously as she could manage with the growing heat between her legs. 
	“But you can’t just give up your job for me…” Gale protested.
	“Well, you’ve always said you wanted a pup of your own. And honestly, I want one too. I want to have puppies with you, Gale. And I know you want to give me your puppies.” Cleo said passionately.
	Gale’s brain was short circuiting. The overwhelming maleness inside of him was taking over. He had a bitch in heat in his lap, and two nuts full of his puppies ready to be released into her.  The scent of Cleo, and her words, shut down whatever part of his brain that was telling him that this was a hasty idea. But he wordlessly lifted Cleo off of his lap, sat her down, went to the kitchen, and quickly chugged the rest of the bottle of wine and two large glasses of water. He tried for the third, but the bottle of wine had filled him up more than he’d anticipated. He wandered back over to the couch, drunk on wine, lust, and male hormones. “Let’s lay down some towels,” he growled. 
	The two of them hastily laid down some towels on the floor, and one on the couch underneath them just in case. They got comfortable, and started up a horror comedy that they had been planning on watching.
	About halfway into the movie, Gale began to squirm. His bladder griped at him for release, but he stayed put. Normally he’d have already used the bathroom by that point, but he was a man of his word. If his woman wanted him to do this for her, he would. 
	Cleo felt Gale squirming as they cuddled, and her sex grow hot. “Gotta go potty?” she asked him, her tone sultry but a bit shaky. 
	“A little…” Gale replied.
	“Think you can hold it til the end of the movie?” the husky asked.
	“Think so. Might be close,” the stud admitted. Truth be told, he wasn’t so sure. He thought that being a bit older he would have a harder time losing control, but he found that with his age it was actually not so easy to keep his pants dry while he was resting with a full bladder. Another 45 minutes seemed like quite a stretch. 
	Cleo shivered as Gale admitted his need. “Hold it for me, big guy,” she cooed at him. 
	That was all the motivation Gale needed to steel himself for the challenge. It would be uncomfortable, but he’d do it for Cleo. The movie seemed to drag on, and Gale did his best to make it to the end of the movie, but the last remaining scenes of the movie were proving difficult. The final girl of the movie was running around a lake, being chased by the masked killer. The sounds coming from the movie were sounds of splashing waves and the muted trickly sounds of audio recorded under water. The sounds of the water were making it very hard for Gale to hold it. 
	Cleo gasped as the killer jumped into the water after the final girl, her body reacting with a startled jump, and pressing against Gale.
	Gale yelped slightly as he felt his joggers get sprayed by an involuntary release of his piddle, his body unable to stop the flow after being pressed into by Cleo. “Ah shit, ah no ah babe I can’t hold it,” he said quickly. “Get up get up get up I’m about to wet the couch,” he begged. His body was starting to spasm. He felt another involuntary burst of pee spray into his pants and soaking his butt. 
	“Wait seriously?” Cleo asked, not bothering to get up off Gale.
	“Yes please get up I’m peeing my pants!” Gale whined. He shivered as his body spasmed again. It was almost exactly like when he’d wet himself as a pup, but coming in bursts instead of one solid stream. 
	“Poor puppy~” Cleo cooed, staying put right on top of Gale.
	“Babe please I…” Gale trailed off, as he felt his body lose the battle. Just like when he was a pup, he felt his body working on its own as a steady stream of pee began flowing out of him, soaking into his pants and into the towel and couch below him. It seemed to be endless, the warm rattling feeling of his pee warming his crotch and running down his ballsack was immediately familiar. The feeling was exactly the same from his fated childhood accident, only this time he had the comforting presence of his girlfriend with him. He couldn’t stop the flow as he soaked himself, Cleo’s butt, and the couch, and he shivered from the intensity of the feelings. Eventually the uncontrollable stream halted, but he still felt the pressure in his bladder. 
	Cleo felt her boyfriend squirming and whining underneath her. No words were spoken as his accident played out. She stayed quiet, listening with rapt attention to the sound of a powerful hissing stream coming from Gale’s crotch. Her body trembled with pleasure as she felt her butt growing warm and wet. She had to stifle a gasp as her body reacted to the feeling of her boyfriend peeing on her. He had marked her, in a roundabout way. Sure, he’d done it while wetting himself like a puppy, but he was still a man who’d marked her with his scent. She contemplated this, until eventually he heard Gale’s stream die down. 
	“Are you done?” Cleo asked shakily. She gingerly rolled over to face Gale, who looked sheepishly back at her. 
	“I still gotta go, but that was completely not my idea…” Gale said, feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole situation. Sure, his loving girlfriend had asked him to do it, but there was still something inherently humiliating about being covered in your own pee. 
	“Can I watch you do the rest?” Cleo asked needily. “Stand on those towels and let me watch you pee your pants,” she commanded. 
	Not used to taking orders, but not knowing what else to do, Gale did as he was told. He let Cleo slide off of him, and he stood on the towels that they two of them had laid out. “Can I go now?” he asked 
	Cleo held up a paw, indicating that she wanted him to hold on, and then quickly shed her soft pajama bottoms, followed by her panties. She spread he legs and began playing with herself, staring directly at Gale’s crotch. “I don’t know, can you?” she replied. She couldn’t help it. The inside joke between them as educators was too good to pass up.
	Gale rolled his eyes. “May I pee my pants, Ms. Matelli?” he asked, in his best puppy voice.
	“Yes you may,” Cleo cooed in response.
	Without a second thought, Gale sighed with relief as he began to empty his bladder once more. It poured down the legs of his joggers, the grey fabric growing darker as his pee soaked into the fabric and ran down his legs. Two small rivulets flowed out of the legs holes of his joggers as he wet himself. Gale was in awe of how good it actually felt. The combination of the relief he felt, combined with the uniquely warm feeling of peeing one’s pants was admittedly extremely pleasurable. The warm wetness clinging to his groin as he wet himself was incredible. But even more incredible than the feeling of wetting himself, was watching Cleo completely lost in the moment as she ogled him.
	Cleo rubbed herself feverishly as she watched Gale wet himself. She was completely enraptured by it. It was as though there were nothing else in the world at that moment. It was only her, and her mate, and the rest of the universe was gone for the moment. They were sharing a moment that neither of them had known they wanted until only hours prior. This wasn’t just a kinky roleplay, this was their love coming together in a way that would seal their love with a big wet kiss. Cleo caught the scent of her mate’s urine as it pooled on the floor, and the scent sent her into spasms as she came hard, over and over. She moaned and cried out as she came, her canid nose full of her mate’s scent. It was like she was learning a new side of him, and it made her fall that much more in love with him. 
	Gale watched in awe as Cleo seemed to have one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever seen her have. He left her to her pleasure, and waited patiently in his dripping wet joggers until she came back to reality. Eventually he watched her regain her senses, and he gave her a sheepish smile. “Are you back with me?” he asked softly.
	“Gale…put a puppy in me,” Cleo begged. 
	Gale was beyond thought at this point. His body and his hormones were in charge of him at this point. That, and his love for Cleo. Of course he was going to put a puppy in her. She was his, and he was hers. And that was all that they needed to know. He was going to fill her with his potent seed, and prove his maleness to everyone. He’d claimed her with his scent, and now all that was left was to stake his claim as a male by making himself a father by impregnating his mate. 
	Gale quickly shed his wet pants, and left them in a heap on the floor. His cock sprung to attention, sliding quickly out of his sheath as though it knew it had a job to do. He quickly made his way on to the couch, pushing Cleo on to her back, and mounted her. He looked down at her, panting with lust and need. His tongue dribbled drool as it hung out of his tongue, and with less grace than he’d shown before, he jammed his cock deep inside of Cleo. He thrust his hips quickly, drooling precum as he bred his mate for the second time that day. 
	Cleo whined and squirmed under him. She let him have his way with her. She’d had her fun with herself, and was happy to allow Gale to pound a release into her. She was enjoying it, but wanted this moment to be about Gale. This wasn’t just sex. This was Gale mounting her, claiming her, and proudly filling her with his seed to properly claim her as his. She already reeked of his urine, as his soaked fur rubbed into hers. All that was left was for her sex to be filled with his hot, potent spunk.
	The bull-terrier growled and grunted as he thrust his hips quickly and roughly. The pleasure of it all was only partly on his mind. He’d enjoyed the feeling of Cleo’s pussy before, but that’s not what this was about. This was about a release, not just an orgasm. This was about making their bond official. There was no time to worry about consequences, or their jobs, or any of that. All there was in that moment, was his male drive telling him to put a puppy into his mate. That thought drove him, until eventually he felt the familiar tingling of an impending orgasm. His knot was swollen and ready to pop, and he slowed his pace just enough to begin to work his knot inside of her. He growled and grunted until it eventually popped in. Cleo whined under him as she took the knot into her. And with that, Gale howled his release. His entire body exploding with fiery pleasure as he began to quickly fill up Cleo with potent bull-terrier cum. Over and over and over again his cock twitched, and his balls contracted, shooting load after load deep inside of his mate. It was seemingly endless. His brain was clouded, and Gale was only half conscious of what was happening. The most complex thoughts he had were “I’m cumming” and “gonna be a dad”. Those thoughts ran on repeat on his head as he came over and over inside of Cleo, with one of the longest and most powerful orgasms he’d ever had. 
	Eventually, the sensation stopped. The scent of sex and cum was thick in the air. Gale looked down to see himself knotted securely inside of Cleo. A few rogue spurts of cum had made their way around his knot, and were dripping down Cleo’s rump. He caught his breath, and then looked down at Cleo to make sure she was okay. He’d lost himself so much in the act, he had nearly gone completely feral, and wanted to be sure he hadn’t done anything to hurt her.
	“Cleo…are you okay?” he asked breathily, trying to regain composure.
	“More than okay…daddy,” Cleo murmured.
	Gale froze for a moment, then felt his tail begin to wag feverishly. He grinned, and let out a loud laugh. “Ha! Yeah I uh…I think that one probably did it, huh?”
	Cleo nodded. “If that didn’t knock me up, I don’t know what else would,” she said dreamily. 	
	“What are we going to do about this mess?” Gale asked, looking at his pee soaked couch, splattered with flecks of his drool and cum.
	“We’ll worry about that in the morning,” Cleo said sleepily.
	“I guess we will…after all, I’m gonna need you to help me clean up a bit. Cuz, I had a bit of an accident in my pants…mommy,” Gale said with a smirk. 
	The two exchanged some playful teasing for a little while longer, before Gale hefted Cleo off of the couch, still knotted, and took her to bed. They lied in bed together, tied for the night, and thought about how quickly their lives had just changed. And all for the better, as soon they would know what it would be liked to have a child of their very own.