"Okay Honey. Don't panic!" Henry "Huck" Jenkins Junior said for the umpteenth time as his wife Betty moaned in pain.
"I-" was all she managed to say, before feeling the ache run through her body.
"You're doing fine Mrs. Jenkins," said Doctor Tora Tachibana. "It won't be long now."
Betty just looked at her husband while he squeezed her hand and smiled.
"UGH! screamed Betty, and then a look of relief washed over her.
"Huck?" Betty said, hopefully.
Both turned to look at the doctor.
"Congratulations you two," began Tachibana. "It's—"
And then Huck started feeling a wet tongue licking his face as a cold nose pressed against his own.
Slowly, the weredog opened his eyes and saw those of his new wife looking back at him.
The happiness in them spoke volumes as the newlyweds stared at each other.
"Hello Mister Jenkins," said Betty.
"Hello Mrs. Jenkins," said Huck in return, before they kissed.
When their lips finally parted, he asked, "What time is it?"
"Does it matter?" she wondered in return, even as one of her new paws started caressing his furry chest. "It's definitely well past time I get to enjoy this again," added Betty, as her arm drifted down to caress his sheathed penis.
Huck took routine notice of the fact that they must have been asleep long enough for the top knot to slip out of her and relax back into its neutral position, but Betty's touch was quickly arousing it and him again.
"Not that I'm complaining," began Huck, even as he started caressing her in return, "but you might be experiencing the euphoria I've heard about from joining were society."
"Oh?" said Betty, raising one furry eyebrow. "Maybe," she finally conceded. "Then again, maybe it's because I've waited so long for you, let alone us to even be an us, that now I'm making up for lost time."
"Fine by me," said Huck, even as Betty started kissing her way down his chest to give his growing red rocket some personal, oral attention.
As Huck watched Betty engage him, he said, "You make a beautiful French Poodle."
"Oui, Monsieur," she replied between licks, before engulfing his full length in her muzzle. "But more importantly, I'm your poodle."
"I know, and I intend to live up to the honor for the rest of our lives," he said happily, before reaching over to grab Betty's rear and orally sample some of her canine treasures for himself.
The newlyweds engaged in mutual pleasure for a bit until suddenly Betty broke away from Huck and crawled around until she was on her hands and knees next to him.
"What are you doing honey?" he asked, even as she started wagging her butt and tail at him.
"Some internal instinct I now have is telling me that I still need you to take me this way to officially make me your mate honey. So come on and claim your wife like the stud I know you are," teased Betty.
Definitely her new were hormones talking at the moment, realized Huck, but he wasn't complaining as he got up behind his wife and honored her request.
"...yes..." said Betty happily, feeling her husband's cock slip deep into her furry depths. "I love being your weredog Mister Jenkins. Claim me and make me your bitch*, now and forever!"
"With pleasure Mrs. Jenkins," said Huck, knowing how much joy Betty got out of him using her formal title.
"Oh. Yes! YES!" shouted Betty, shuddering in his arms. "Keep at it big boy," she cried, knowing that he had not yet reached climax himself.
"Next week we move you into my apartment as planned since it's bigger," said Betty, trying to keep from getting totally lost in orgasmic rapture again. "But someday we have to find a house of our own. Some place... re-remote enough so we can do this all the time and not disturb the neighbors when not raising our pups!"
That last word made Huck pause momentarily, remembering the dream he had before Betty woke him up.
Then Betty thrusting back to meet his movements returned Huck to the moment at hand.
He moved his paws from Betty's furry hips to her now bountiful weredog bosom.
Betty moaned in increased pleasure as her new husband started caressing her breasts while playing with her hardened nipples.
To get to her chest better, Huck raised their bodies up enough so that her back was against his chest.
Betty was now riding her husband in the traditional reverse cowgirl position as he held her but she didn't care.
She thrilled at his touch as Huck started making playful little love nips across her neck.
Betty's new ears flapped against her head with each thrust of his powerful body.
Her tongue hung out of her muzzle, panting in excitement as Betty lost count of how many orgasms Huck gave her.
"Keep going honey! I love you!" she screamed.
"I love you too," he replied, even as Huck kept thrusting deeply into her.
Betty reached out and placed one paw against those holding her breasts as the other reached down to caress both her husband's hard cock and her welcoming, hungry cunt.
The moment her fingertips touched where they were physically one, the Jenkins experienced and screamed out their orgasmic pleasure together.
Still joined, Huck leaned back until they were laying on the sofa bed, Betty's body against his.
"In all my canine years, it has never been that good, until now," said Huck in a tired voice, even as he nuzzled his wife's furry neck.
Betty turned as best she could with his top knot still hard and deeply buried within her. "That's because it's with the woman you love," she replied, caressing Huck lovingly with one hand.
They kept kissing until both drifted off into romantic slumber together.
The next time they awoke, the Jenkins would take a long, hot shower together before they finally emerged from the bathroom to find some real food to eat.
But to say the happy newlyweds spent the rest of their honeymoon weekend on a good start in making up for all the lost time together before Huck realized how much Betty loved him and he her would be a serious understatement.
MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE...
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*The actual, formal term for a female canine!—tmw.