dog girl and the mail man

	Open box. Put mail in. Close box. Walk to next mailbox. Do this six days a week. For four months. I am a mail man. It's not a bad job. Not a good job either.
	A SWAT van blares its sirens in the distance. The sudden appearance of monster girls has led to some "troubles." I saw a tank drive by once too. A SWAT van isn't unusual. It stopping right behind me is.
	"Hey kid!" I ignore him, thinking the Fed is talking to someone else. "HEY KID!" I turn to see a trio of M4s being shoved in my face. "GET IN!" In the van the lead Fed throws me a padded suit. "YOU'RE A FED AREN'T YOU?"
	"Me? No? I just work for the post office." I look at the padded suit with some worry.
	"WELL THE POST OFFICE IS A FEDERAL THING SO YOU ARE A FELLOW FED LIKE US!"
	"I-I-Is this a b-bomb suit?"
	"NAW, JUST A PADDED SUIT TO HELP YOU WITH THE DOGS."
	"Dogs?"
	The Fed snatches my wallet from my pocket, looking at my licenses and cards, marking them down in detail. "ALRIGHT KID, WE GOT YOUR ASS. WE GOT YOUR NUMBER. YOUR MISSION IS TO GO IN. NEUTRALIZE THE THREAT THAT WE BELIEVE IS INSIDE THAT HOUSE."
	"Don't you need a warrant?"
	"A WARRANT?" The Fed laughs. "I WOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT." He kicks me out of the moving van onto a lawn. "GOOD LUCK!" He calls as the van speeds off.
	I stand and stare at the house, expecting some crack den. It's a normal suburban home. Maybe it could use a little help on the weeds but otherwise it's fine. I sneak up to the door, as much as much can sneak with a padded suit. I pound the door.
	"P-Police open up!" Silence. I pound harder. "POLICE OPEN UP!" Silence. This is stupid. Suddenly as I turn to leave the door swings open, in an amazing show of force an arm grabs me by the collar and pulls me inside. It pulls with such strength, such ferocity that my entire world becomes a blur.
	I hear an angry growling from outside the suit. OH GOD IT'S THE DOG. I desperately crawl away but it pulls me back just by the force of its teeth. I turn back to face my fears. Scratch that, it is a "dog," but actually a dog girl. A massive one at that. She could skip the biting and simply lie down on me. That would squash me flat with her herculean frame. Suddenly I realize how futile my resistance is, her ripping arms are like columns of rebar, and her thighs? Good god. Her thighs. A blast of ropy muscle explodes out of each leg of her shorts. She could simply pin me down with one of her legs. I wouldn't be surprised if she had more strength in a single sinewy calf muscle than I have in my entire body.
	She bares her teeth and tears through the padding. Gouging a hole at the neck. I scream in fear and try to beat her away. She crushes my wrist in her iron grip. Her eyes are full of anger at the intruder that dared trespass though HER territory. I kick my knee up at her stomach. That was a dumb idea. Even with the generous padding it still feels like I drove my knee into a concrete wall.
	The dog girl bites at the fringes of the hole to finally get at my fragile jugular with her razor sharp canines. She is going to kill me. The fear I feel must be what a person feels like before being gored by a wild animal. Before getting hit by a train. Before being flattened under an asteroid. The dog girl's vicious strength suddenly breaks the casing of my helmet. Throwing it off. I desperately grab at anything to keep the beast at bay. I kick at her stomach. I slap at her head.
	She stops, basking in the prey that she is about to take. Proud of the moment of absolute domination before she tears my heart from my body by tugging it through the space left behind by my arteries that she used as a string. Her furious eyes burn my forehead as she inspects her meal. Sweat runs down my temple as I can only helplessly watch her take her sweet time. She grins, knowing the pain she causes me by toying with my final moments. Extending the suffering at her whim. Holding the oncoming terror by a string around her finger. The dog girl leans in and sniffs my neck. Making me very, very uncomfortable at the closeness of my predator.
	But just as suddenly as she pulled me through the door, she flips me onto my stomach. The dog girl wastes no time pinning me to the carpet taking advantage of her larger size. She sniffs my neck. Really burrowing the soft tip of her nose against my hot neck. The silky skin contrasts with my sweaty flesh. Her nose is cool as she inhales deeply. She slowly moves her nose up the side of my neck. Sniffing all the way. I can feel her inspecting me like a cut of meat. Her eyes are looking for nice lines of the most flavorful bits. She gnaws gently at my ear, sending tingles down my neck. I hate my brain. One on hand it sends alerts that death is near and the dog girl will cause it, but on the other it relishes in the physical closeness and presence of the dog girl. Something about her being so tall and strong and giving me attention makes that portion of my brain scream with happiness. The cocktail of terror and odd comfort mix within my chest.
	The dog girl breathes deeply, her hot breath rustling over my ear. The fearful part of my brain screams that this is the oncoming sound of the apocalypse. The attention starved part cherishes it as the second coming. She freezes at my temple. I feel more of her hot breath burst from her mouth as her tongue lolls out. I can feel the heat of it from here. It causes more sweat to pour from my head. Like a candle being held right at your eye. You know it will burn you if it gets any closer. You want to kick, scream, run, and do anything to get away from it. But you know with the way the flame of the candle moves, you may actually end up burning your eye.
	She runs her tongue across my temple. The tongue is so agile it makes me wonder if dog girls have prehensile tongues. The fearful part of my brain worries she will use it to scoop out my eye, but the attention hungry part wonders what she could really "do" with it. I feel the dog girl run the tip of her tongue along my skin to capture every drop of sweat. Never lifting it off my skin, simply running across it. Knowing full well the terror (and odd pleasure) it gives me.
	Suddenly she moans, the world stops as I do a double take of what I just heard. She moans again. A hungry moan. An aroused moan. The fearful part and the attention hungry part of my brain come to an understanding. Agreeing that the attention hungry part is a fucking idiot and look what happened. It got exactly what it wanted. With the attention hungry part ceding that perhaps it was a stupid wish and oh god this is worse than her just eating me alive and drinking my blood.
	The dog girl wraps her powerful arms around my chest, cracking a rib. She starts humping my back and lets her tongue hang out and flop against my forehead. Her chin rubbing back and forth in my hair like a demonic head pat. She jackhammers her lower region against my back. I am eternally thankful for the padded suit for a moment. But then I feel her fingers dig into the material, she tears it apart like it's made of tissue paper.
	She runs her hands down my body. Gleefully tracing every inch with her fingers. Pushing and prodding as she sizes me up. The dog girl places her hands around the inner part of my legs and does the same thing she does to the chest of the suit. I'm completely exposed now.
	She humps my back faster now. I can feel something wet and sticky soak the back of my shirt. It comes from between her legs. Enough to wet her shorts alone. I DON'T LIKE THIS. The shock and awe of the dog girl wears off. I remember I should be escaping. The dog girl catches on faster than should be humanly possible. She tightens her arm around my chest and holds her other hand over my mouth. Keeping me under her grasp. She takes turns between sniffing the crook of my neck and licking the sweat from my forehead.
	Her husky voice terrifies me. "It's a crime being that cute, you know that right?"
	"W-WHAT?"
	The dog girl only moans in response. Then she tears off my shirt with her teeth. The sensation of my bare skin under hands sends the dog girl into an ecstatic frenzy. She humps my back with such force I collapse on the floor, only to be lofted and kept in the air by her arm alone. She begins to breath faster and gnaws at my neck. The moaning is replaced by growling. She grabs my body close for what is about to happen. Her grip continues to break what I had thought to be the tightest it could get every second.
	The dog girl growls with such ferocity I can feel it in my chest, like when you stand next to a stereo and feel the bass in your ribs. Her final growl causes my ears to ring with the volume as she smashes her hips into my back for one last time and goes limp. Meaning I'm squashed under her impossibly dense body. Underneath every pound of thigh, arm, ab, chest, and tit flesh she has. She breathes deeply, pressing her pillowy breasts against my back. Threatening to crack the floor using me.
	I expect her to take a breather but just as quickly as she fell limp, her strength returns. She flips me over and begins to gnaw at my pants. Even more hungry than before. I get a sinking feeling as I realize to her, that was simply foreplay. She chews part way through my belt before stopping.
	She falls onto her back and stretches. The mounds of her breasts rise on an ocean of muscle and girl. They shiver as she wiggles a little. Under her tank top I can see her abs flash for a split second. It's no wonder I couldn't fight her off. It looks like a group of mesas had gathered on her tummy. The dog girl grins at my awe. Taking a moment to wink at me before grabbing me by the neck in a chokehold and pulling me against the front of her body. Mashing us together. I feel a little inadequate looking up at her from this angle. This is what a dinghy must feel like when it's being swept away by a tsunami. The terror the sailors must feel at the force of nature boiling away beneath them. The oncoming wave taking its time coming by to crush them. The dog girl growls as she plunges my head between her breasts like a sadistic form of waterboarding.
	My head is forcibly turned to watch her push my head down to her lower regions. Her thigh flesh bubbles over the edges of her shorts like a muffin over a pan. Heat radiates from the ropes of muscle that lie beneath her skin. Pounds upon pounds of powerful flesh whose only purpose is to push or pull. I look up scared at the dog girl who only cracks a toothy grin as she knows that every pound of that muscle is under her command and she will use it as she pleases. To please herself using me.
	She seductively pulls her shorts down. Moving my head out of the way to ensure I am less than an inch away from the reveal of every inch of skin. I wirth and squirm under her grasp, but she tightens it threatening to crush my windpipe like a pretzel stick under a semi truck's wheel. I can already hear the crack. The shorts are flicked across the room. Revealing a pair of panties that hides under her washboard stomach and between her legs. Almost bashful at what lies behind. I refuse to believe any part of the dog girl would be bashful at all.
	"Pull them down… with your mouth." The dog girl transfers her hand to my head. Wrapping it around it like one would hold a baseball. A single errant twitch or involuntary closing of her fingers could crack my head.
	I find some success in the task. Starting at the corners and pulling them down. But everytime my teeth even so much as brush her skin, her fingers tighten and she growls. That same deep bass a threatening warning against any further fuck ups. Almost angry that I was doing so well the dog girl closes her thighs around the back of my head. Holding me there as I desperately try to continue the task she gave me.
	Now it is impossible with how little air I am getting. She smiles as she begins to caress my collarbone gently. The fearful and attention starved parts of my brain split to go their separate ways. The fearful part convinced that, OH GOD THIS IS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE. The attention starved part is having the time of his life. The tip of her finger tickles every nerve of my skin. Moving along at a frustrating pace, but every millimeter it moves forward is another shock to my brain.
	"Good boy… good boy…" She whispers as my movements get weaker. I struggle to even bite down on the fabric of her panties. Everything is starting to go blurry as I don't get enough air from her thigh chokehold. "Good boy… good boy…" The edges of my vision go black as my eyes close. The fearful part slaps the attention starved part of my brain for not fighting with it. Look at the mess you got us into you idiot!
	"That's a good boy." The dog girl releases me from her chokehold. Sweet air rushes in now that the viper's teeth have left. It takes a moment for me to realize we're moving. With the dog girl keeping my head in her cleavage. Ensuring every breath of air goes through it before it goes through my lungs. Meaning each breath of air is so sweet not only because it saves me from death, but because it smells of the dog girl. An overwhelming smell that can only be described as feminine. In every sense of the word. No other word can even come close to even encapsulating the smell. Feminine alone can't even manage entirely. It blasts through your entire nervous system. Activating everything from head to toe, not just your nose and brain. No. This grips your entire existence and plunges it into a warm vat of honey. You swim in it, your brain only comprehending this new existence. Wanting nothing more than to stay in it. Wallow in this beautiful world for a moment more. Your eyes roll back as your brain cuts funding to move it to paying more attention to the scent.
	It shoves icepicks of pleasure into your head. Tugging every molecule of feel good chemicals out of your head. Breaking open the storage tanks to flood your mental capacity with nothing but pleasure. A cold shower through every vein and artery. Bringing with it not oxygen like blood does, but all encompassing pleasure. You can feel the icy pleasure run through your cells. Making them burn with desire and comfort.
	I'm sadly thrown out of this wonderful world by her gently setting me down on the bed. The dog girl rests her massive frame next to me. It's like a wave crashing down next to me. Suddenly a wall of girl has appeared to my side, with me hardly managing to peek over the tip of this mountain. Her bicep flexes into an even higher peak as she tugs the blanket over us. Her herculean arms grip me to cuddle under the blanket. It's like falling to a pool of water. The impact is jarring as the ocean of muscle and dog girl pushes back against me. Wishing, much like water, to fill every open space possible. Ensuring she makes as much contact as physically possible. And if she isn't satisfied with that amount? She'll cuddle me closer and closer. And if she isn't satisfied with that? She will push her body against mine to press out any bit of space between us. Juicing out more of this thing known as "cuddles" out into the world. And if she STILL isn't satisfied? She would probably just begin to break and punch through the universe with her sheer athleticism to fix the laws of physics.
	She wraps the blanket tight around us. A warm fluffy wrap that seemingly gets tighter and tighter around us. Stretched to the max by her gigantic frame but shrinking to push us closer. The only way out is from the top near the pillow or at the bottom near the end of the bed. The dog girl's thighs lock around my legs to keep me from moving down. A vice of power that could crack a bone if I struggle too much. Her tail wraps around my ankles to keep them together. A fluffy tail that tickles yet brushes with a soothing touch.
It's all a sensory overload. The silky soft skin of her body sitting atop a warhead of a body whose athleticism could explode at any moment from her libido going nuclear. The danger is nice in a strange way. It's the implied threat of violence. The attention you get. The adrenaline rush from the taboo of enjoying what might kill you. The power it holds over your mortality, yet is nice enough to not bring that hammer down. All wrapped up in the neat package of a girl. The paradox of danger and arousal combining into a simple desire to be with her.
	The dog girl starts humping my midsection. Her tongue comes out for kissing. She bites my lip playfully with the same teeth that threatened to pull the life out of me but a minute ago. But now their razor tips dance across my flesh, slicing without wounding, only sending tingles through me instead as my brain tries to make sense of what should be nonsense.
	"P-P-Please…" I beg. "I have a f-f-family."
	"Yes. It will be me and our litter."
	She coaxes a squeal from me when she gnaws on my lip from arousal. The blanket has started getting steamy and she continues to radiate enormous amounts of heat. Nothing can be small or calm with her. It always has to be pedal to the metal. The dog girl revels in that. Knowing that I can't even keep up. A sudden cold splash of fear runs over me. That means she's slowed down right now. The dog girl begins to lower her lips to mine, fed up with how long things are taking, fed up with the teasing foreplay. The instant they touch I flare up with a burning fever. I gasp as she runs her silky lips all across mine. Sampling every angle, every inch, making sure each part of her lips touches my lips in every way possible. The assault is relentless as she fires her tongue into my mouth, pushing my tongue out of the way. Her tongue asserts that this is her new home by checking every crevice of my cheeks. Keeping my own tongue beneath her. The tip of her tongue spikes the back of my throat playfully.
	"Do you know?" Her husky voice is so hungry. "I could tear you apart. Bit by bit. You wouldn't be able to stop me. FED."
	I can only murmur a protest as she silences me with another kiss.
	"It's good you're so fucking adorable." A barrage of kisses lands upon my lips. "Our children are going to be so great. Think of it!"
	I scream a protest, but the dog girl confuses it for me celebrating and presses her lips down.
	"My brawn? My might? Your cuteness? I mean they won't be as small as you. I can guarantee that. Do you really think my genes would let that part squeeze through? No. They'll dominate. Our children are going to be just as big as me. Just as STRONG as me. Just litter after litter."
	I can only scream but she ignores it.
	"Dozens of daughters. Just. Like. Me. Running amok." The dog girl bites my neck to mark me. I wirth under the bite. The warm saliva dripping down my neck to the mattress, each tooth like a blade of lava.
	"D-Doing what you do?"
	"Yes. Finding their mate. Marking. Him." She whispers, her hot breath melting my ears. "Taking. Him."
	I whimper as she wraps a hand around my cock. Tearing my pants off her other hand. Throwing it aside.
"Look into my eyes. Fed. Look."
	She begins to pump her hand along my cock at the same pace she traced her finger along my collarbone. The same sensation as before, but now it's like getting struck with lightning bolts of pleasure. Bolts that fall at a maddeningly slow rate. Leaving you starved for the next and just when you resign to another one never coming? It strikes.
The dog girl uses that to force me to make deep eye contact. Knowing the sheer pressure welling up within me. She is the one who throws the lightning bolts. She kisses my neck to psyche me out. She bites my neck to test me. If I close my eyes? I avert contact from embarrassment? She goes faster. One might think this is better. But the lightning bolts of pleasure threaten to lobotomize me from the pleasure. I can feel my brain turning to mush as the shocks heat it up. As punishment for breaking eye contact she extends the amount of time she holds me on edge.
	"Do you know how fertile I am, Fed? Smaller, inferior dog girls go into heat every full moon. How I am most every day makes their heat look like an ice cube."
	"W-W-What about y-you at full moon?"
	The dog girl laughs, "you'll find out soon enough." The dog girl growls in pleasure. "I wouldn't be surprised if a single one of your loads manages to net us twins or triplets each time."
	I groan from desperation. I want nothing more than to explode in her hands. Shoot my seed all over her marvelous abs, have flecks of white splash up to litter the bottom of her heaving breasts, and empty a load big enough to simply have the honour of dripping onto her statequese thighs. Maybe she's right. To make children with her would guarantee my bloodline for generations. Her lips crash into mine cementing the idea. I'm still terrified of what she can do to me. God forbid I ever make her angry. I let her take me. I let down my guard. She moves in with more passion than ever. Her growls increase from a noise in her chest to a rumbling force that explodes from her being.
	She holds me on the edge of orgasm. Taking her role as predator serious and not letting her prey have an easy time. The dog girl's fit body shakes the bed with excitement. I look into her dilated eyes. A black hole full of nothing but primal desire to reproduce. As if she were built for it. No… she is built for it. She used all of her athletic form to get me here. Just to fuck. Every rope of muscle was built for this express purpose. To reproduce. But at this point she doesn't even need to use her strength, just stay close to me and it will happen. She just needs to hold it over my head.
But she removes her hand from my cock, leaving me blue balled. I gasp as the shocks stop coming and I crash back down to earth.
	"I'm sick of playing." The dog girl throws the blankets off, cool air rushing back. I shrink back as she rises above to mount me. Looking even more herculean from below. She tears off her panties and flings them across the room, breaking the lamp. She pushes her hand against my mouth and braces her other hand against my chest. Her pussy drips a river of liquid onto my cock as she agonizingly stays above me. Judging from her smug grin, she knows she blue balled me and just wants to keep me wirthing in need for another minute. A worrying amount of juices falls from her pussy onto my cock. The sticky globs playing with it. More runs down her inner thighs as she growls looking down at her prey. The chase is the fun part.
She mounts me, gripping me tight enough to cut through all the overload of pleasure, to make me worry that she might break my dick. She slowly raises herself up and down, but on the inside her vaginal muscles move stupendously fast. Do all dog girls have this much control?
	"Mhmm… you feel that?"
	I gasp against her hand.
	"I could fuck you without even moving my hips. Milking you dry. Pulling every thick load out streaming through your cock. Pulling it out with ALL of my strength. These muscles aren't for show, Fed. They are for BREEDING."
The magic b word. I feel a blast of cum rising out of my cock. But as if sensing the cork has come off, the dog girl uses her immense power to simply recork the bottle. Holding me there.
	"Ah-ah. Not so fast. It's good to know I outlast you by a mile… but… I am going to bring you to the limits of pleasure. I am going to make you cum as hard as you can."
The dog girl speeds up and coaxes more pleasure out of me, while keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I weakly beat against her thighs of steel.
	"A screaming, brain destroying explosion that I will feel in my fertile womb. Draining all the fight or flight instinct from you while doing it."
	My eyes widen at that thought.
	"Don't think I didn't know what I was doing, Fed." She growls causing my ribs to shake from the volume of it. "Today, I'll go easy on you, I don't want you collapsing part way through our 'playtime.'" She says "playtime" with such a teasing tone.
	"This is easy!?"
	The dog girl looks down in anger. "Oh. You don't think so? You don't like it? FINE. WE'LL PLAY HARD THEN."
	Her hips slam down like a jackhammer. She uses every muscle in her body to piston down. She growls loudly with pleasure and removes her hands to pin my wrists instead.
	"You're mine."
	I burst and a rush of cum shoots from my cock into her womb. My body bucks its hips trying to throw it as deep as possible. I squirm from the brain melting sensation that billows up from my lower body. My back curls as I struggle to keep my brain from saying FUCK IT and shutting down as it gives up trying to process anything.
	The dog girl? She keeps going. Faster and harder. She angrily fucks me until I send more loads into her womb. Only then is she satisfied. She looks down with haughty superiority at each blast of white that sneaks out from between my cock and her folds. At last she screams with pleasure and crashes down. Gripping my cock tight as she looks down in rage at my words.
She dismounts and lies at my side. I take a breather and try to keep my heart under control. I've never felt more physically drained in my life. Suddenly she flips me onto her. Missionary.
	I look on with terror as she brings her hand down to grab the back of my head. With her awe inspiring height, she struggles to fit through doorways at her size. Combine that with the amazing physique she has? You have yourself possibly the most intimidating dog girl in existence. 8 feet may sound like a lot on its own. But to be looking up at an 8 foot girl is a different experience entirely. You feel tiny; however, the confusion of a gargantuan being wanting you is even more unique. She brings my face up to her abs.
	"Lick."
	I stick out my tongue and gently drag it across her perfect skin. She gasps at the cool tip of it hitting her steaming body. Her abs flex and almost pinch off the tip of my tongue where it had been in the divide between her abs just a moment earlier.
	"Slower. Take your time." She points to a spot. "You see that? That's where you KICKED me."
	She pushes my face down on it. I continue to lick at her abs. It's akin to how an ant must feel when it walks across a bomb. It knows it's dangerous. It knows the power that lies beneath it. But the curiosity? The awe? It will risk its life. I brace myself against her thighs. Ropes of muscle flex as she tries to keep herself still. Instituting strict self discipline to keep herself from fucking me silly and probably killing me in the process. I trace my tongue along the outline of her midriff. The strength that lies within every fiber. Just my god... I am in awe at the physical perfection before me. The strength that lies beneath my finger tips. All for breeding and reproduction.
	Slowly she moves my head up to her breasts. Putting my face parallel with the underside of her breasts.
	"Lick."
	I lick the sweat off her underboob. Feeling the softness of a breast with your hands is one thing. Feeling it with your tongue? Another thing entirely. The dog girl growls and pulls my face up to her nipple. I put my mouth around it and suck a little. Her face turns red and she growls more calmly now. Her anger receding with my apology.
	"You know, Fed. I wouldn't be surprised if in the next month these fill with milk." She moves me to her other nipple. "Perhaps so much that it leaks out when I get aroused. Imagine that, Fed."
	I nod as she slowly wraps her thighs around my back. Pinning me to her body. Keeping my face between her breasts. Suffocating me once 	again. Thankfully the dog girl begins bucking her hips with frightening strength. Cracking something in my back. Her hungry growls are louder up closer. My entire body shakes. With each buck of her hips, her breasts bounce, letting a gust of air flow to my lungs. Of course it smells of nothing but her. Of sweat, desire, and girl. The dog girl coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of me. Ones that hit like a truck and leave me dazed and confused as to what my own name is. Each one throws me through the air, leaving precious few seconds where I know something other than mind boggling pleasure, only for the next to catch me.
	The dog girl milks them out with such strength it feels as if cum flows straight from my balls to her womb. Her horny breath and growls punch my head side to side with pure desire. My body has thrown aside any word from my brain. Taking the executive authority to do everything in my power to impregnate this 8 foot, impossibly fit dog girl. It will die if need be, but it will do its duty and make a litter with her.
	When the dog girl cums she growls with such ferocity, my body breaks its resolve of just trying to hold on for dear life and keep up with this dog girl's libido, to terror. It's like an earthquake as every fiber of her immense being flexes as she rides her orgasm. Bucking her hips. Shaking the room. Growling and milking me. I empty load after load into her womb. Flooding it with white.
The dog girl settles. I lie against her body. Simply glad to be alive. Her athletic body isn't tired but it does need a breather, but that means her hot passions must cool. Leaving me feeling cold. The dog girl wraps herself around me as the big spoon. A feeling of safety and comfort radiates from her instead of terror causing horniness. Her heartbeat calms and she rests her head against mine. I can feel her relaxed breathing play with my hair. Her huge body needs huge amounts of air. It's like being underneath a wind tunnel. 	Remember how I said how I felt physically drained before? That is like the picture of health compared to this. I cannot move a muscle. 	I don't even know how my heart manages to beat at all from how tired I am.
	The dog girl's hair tickles my shoulder as she reaches for something under the bed. Her arms going over my side and her breasts spilling over onto my ribs. She opens a bottle.
	"It's not milk, but it'll do."
She gently tilts the cool bottle of water into my mouth. Kissing the back of my head as I gulp down this life giving elixir. I manage to breath without pain now. Perhaps the shower of kisses helped.
Her warm body heats me from behind. Fighting off any cold. I feel like nothing can hurt me. Surely the dog girl could fight them off with ease. I… I think we would make nice children.
	"You know I was serious about the milk thing." She whispers. "I did fertility tests and mine was off the charts. God knows how much there will be." She pushes her chest up against my back. "Muscles already help them look bigger, but they're going to grow even more." She kisses the back of my head. "It might actually become a problem."
	She pushes her body forward, her breasts pop forward, enveloping my head on both sides. I can hear her heartbeat now. A gentle thrumming. My body moves back and forth in tune with her breathing. She chews on my neck like I'm a chew toy. Taking breaks to say things like: "you did good for a Fed," "God, you smell nice," "we are going to breed more tomorrow morning," "think of my milk filled breasts bouncing as we fuck," and "ara ara."
	I try to weasel out of her iron cage of a grip, but every time I do she growls angrily and tightens her grip. Eventually she pins me to the bed, putting me on my hands and knees with her behind me.
	"I look forward to tomorrow." She growls while patting my head and biting the back of my neck. "I will mark you as mine. You're my 	husband now."
	"Husband?"
	The angriest growl explodes from her chest. One that puts the fear of God into me. Triggering the primal cave man part of my brain to scream in all encompassing fear. I resolve to just go with the flow for now and be her "husband." She bites my neck to emphasize her point as her growling returns to her usual happy, satisfied tone.
	The night ends with her rolling around with me like I'm her chew toy.