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" This is the police! Open up!" a muffled voice demanded and Taws cursed.

"The door's not locked!" Sean hissed in horror, the lustful thoughts of what was about to happen dashed from his mind. While it was not exactly illegal for humans and nonhumans to be lovers, mates, or live-ins it was not exactly something people advertised. Luckily Sean's neighbors didn't mind or simply didn't care in the least; not that many came visiting. Just as he had feared he heard the click of the front door latch and momentary hiss of the weather seal dragging across the jamb.

" Police!" Came the deep masculine voice again, much more loudly. Taws did not move, trapping Sean under her weight. He could have pushed her off easily, she weighed much less than he did, but he didn't think of it in his panic. The thud of boots made its way through the seating room and a shadow loomed in the archway between the two rooms. An inhuman shadow topped by a pair of furry, nonhuman ears. The brightly polished bronze of a badge gleamed in the wan light like a beacon on the shadow's belt. Arms angled outward as the policeman put his hands upon his hips and looked down at the tableau on the floor in front of him.

Glancing briefly to one side the officer reached out and flipped on the lights. Sean immediately closed his eyes and threw one arm across his face to shield his sight from the sudden brightness.

"Lazarus, you cat-fucking, cock-blocking son of a bitch!" Taws snarled in fury from atop Sean's profoundly horrified body. Then, just as abruptly, barked a loud laugh. Sean, for his part, could only lay there and blink myopically up at the cop. When Taws moved he hastily grabbed up the waist of his sweats. Good gods, Taws' brother had not bothered to call, oh no. He had dropped by for a visit! And here Sean lay, gawping like a landed fish, about two seconds from fucking a cop's sister senseless.

And the cop, Lazarus, knew it. He probably knew it the moment he opened the door and the scent of their lust wholloped him in the nose. The darker colored collie just grinned toothily down at his sister and her lover and snorted through his nose before leaning insouciantly against the doorframe. "Hey there, Sean." He rumbled, touching his brow with his fingers in greetings.

"Uh... hey?" Sean whined self-consciously. Taws hauled herself up and sat back against the arm of the couch over which she had been bent not five minutes before. Sean felt a sudden rush of heat suffuse his face at the thought of what the cop, her brother, would have thought if he'd seen Sean's face buried in his sister's upraised ass. "Fuck, man, this is not really the way I wanted to meet you." He mumbled gamely. Lazarus' jaw hung open and he chuckled, tongue lolling in good cheer. Sean saw that the tip of one ear folded forward jauntily, giving him a puppyish look.

But puppy he was not, by far. He had a good fifty pounds on his sister and stood a couple of inches taller. Though Sean was heavier he was not built nearly as solidly as the law-enforcing collie. Sean could see through a window the flickering blue strobes of a police squad car parked on the street.

"Hell of a first impression, that's for sure." Lazarus quipped with a smirk, straightening from the doorframe and approaching to extend a hand. Sean took it and the collie hauled him bodily to his feet, sharing a handshake before releasing his vice solid grasp. "Been meaning to stop by for a couple months, now, but just never could find the excuse. Sis left a message that your ex had some legal problems and, well, the law's my game so over I came."

"Lazy, your car?" Taws growled and waved a hand toward the car parked out front likely drawing the attention of every house on the street. Holding up a finger for them to wait Lazarus trotted back through the house, his duty gear jangling on his belt, and disappeared through the front door.

"What the fucking hell?" Sean gasped with one arm outthrust toward the front door in shock. "Does he say 'hi' like that often?"

Taws giggled madly and shook her head, "This was a first, and I damn well hope it's the last. His god damn timing sucks."

"No." Sean huffed, "I was." He grinned stupidly at her and licked his lips. Thinking better of that he hastily wiped off his mouth and chin with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "He's just a blueballing son of a bitch." He perched beside her on the end of the couch, "You going to put anything on? He is your brother, yeah?"

She swatted his upper arm and grinned, "Fur, silly. It's not like we haven't seen each other, anyway. When I was a kid we only had a two bedroom house so Lazy and I shared a room until I was fifteen."

"Lazy?"

"I've always called him that." Taws shrugged while they awaited the return of her brother, "Mom and dad named him that because he was born without a heartbeat. The doctors revived him and, well, there you go." She nodded at the front room as they heard the door open and close again. The flickering blue strobe was gone, returning the neighborhood once more to its quiet suburban slumber. Lazarus walked back in, idly swiping the lightswitch off plunging them once more into moonlit gloom. Crossing over to a chair he dumped himself into it in a lazy, but regal looking, sprawl. Sean moved to sit properly on the couch and Taws moved to sit as well, stretching out and leaning against his side with her head on his shoulder.

Reaching back and over, Lazy turned the switch on the end-table lamp. "Now, what's this issue with your Ex?" He paused, then dug a pad and pen out of his breast pocket. Sean heard the pen click and the whisper of paper as he opened the pad. "First off, her full name or as much of it you know. Any personal details will certainly help."

"Ashley Winslow-Dawkins, age 27. Blonde over blue, five seven, one-thirty-ish." Sean began and Lazarus' pen scratched quietly on paper. He continued on to talk about her work, her friends, her hobbies and social activities. He talked in brief about their three years together, and the moment when she ended it all with two brief sentences. Taws snuggled close while he recounted it, her cheek resting on his shoulder with her head against his neck as she watched her brother at his work. For his part Lazarus showed not a whit of concern that his sister's man was, well, a Man and not another dog. "And then, today, on what would've been our fourth anniversary, she starts texting me again from out of the blue asking for help. She says she's in Vegas, trapped by whoever it was who seduced her away from me, and that the local badges are on the take."

Cupping his muzzle in one hand Lazarus rubbed his index finger against one side while he reviewed his notes. "Well, the first thing we'll have to do is file a missing persons report with the locals, then get it escalated to the federal database with the 'last contact' location being Vegas. That will make it easier to bring in some federal muscle when we find her." He raised his gaze from his notes, "And no, we're not going to just bull our way in there like heroes and carry her out on our shoulders. We become the kidnappers in that case, as far as the locals there know. And that's assuming we can figure out where she is and who has her."

"But I'm in contact with her; I've got her cell number! Can't you just trace it?"

The collie shook his head. "Doesn't work like that. Phone is almost certainly a prepay, no tracking chip or GPS info. Last used cell tower would only tell us a several-square mile area." Lazarus' shoulders rose and fell, "If she's in a densely populated area, or turns her phone off, that's it for that lead."

"What if we found her?" Taws asked.

"From New York?" Lazarus' ears twitched.

"No, from being in Vegas."

"Taws, this is a matter for the legal eagles, not a bunch of civilians." Her brother cautioned.

"Quit being a cop, Lazy! She's scared, she doesn't know anyone, and is terrified of any badge because she thinks that they're all on the take. Sean she knows, she trusts enough to reach out for help from."

"Yeah, true enough. But if we do this, you have to know that we won't be working behind my shield."

"We?" Sean asked with an upraised eyebrow. It was bad enough that Taws wanted to help, but the 'team' kept growing.

"Yea, stud, we. And maybe more, you never know. If you're set on doing this you two I'm going to take lead, make the plans, and choose what goes down and where." He leaned forward and rested his arms upon his knees. Like Taws his hands were white furred, but the fur of the throat ruff above the collar of his uniform shirt was a black-speckled ash. "Taws, you silly bitch, I don't know why you're so hard set to wade into this, but you're my sister and I won't let you swim in shit alone."

"Don't be such a big brother, Lazy. Someone needs help, and no one knows about it but us three."

Lazarus nodded sagely in the dim room, still playing the role of stoic detective to a fault, "And with one radio call it could be thousands." He admonished gently. Sean saw the hand-mic on the collie's shoulder and the cord to the radio on his hip, but the furry detective made no attempt to use it.

"And just one of those thousands makes one phone call and she's dead, or worse." Taws growled while Sean remained quiet, letting the two argue.

"Worse first, I'd wager." He leaned back in the chair and slapped his knees, then stood up smoothly with a clatter of duty gear. A badge gleamed brightly in the moonlight from his belt but the matte black butt of his pistol was nothing more than a shadow, the collie's whole profile taking on an imposing aspect from the lamp behind him. "Well, let me at least give a general whereabouts suspected report put into the MPD. That will make calling in some heavy hitters from the feds a lot easier if it comes to that. I'll have to tell my captain, but he'll keep it sealed." Crossing the room he leaned down and brushed his muzzle against his sister's in canine affection, the motion brushing his whiskers across Sean's chin. His golden eyes, only a muzzle length from Sean's own, glimmered merrily in the moonlight. "You two can get back to having fun." He winked as he stood and, with a leisurely sweep of his tail, strode confidently from the room.

"Asshole!" Taws barked after him only to get a hearty laugh in return. The weather stripping whickered across the floor twice and silence fell with the thump of the door. Neither of them moved until they heard the cruiser's engine roar to life and its growl fade into the distance.

"Well, now, that was unique." Sean muttered against the tall, furry ear brushing his lips. He lipped lightly at its tip, "Plotting intrigue after an interrupted lay as if it's the most normal thing in the world."

He felt Taws' hand slip between his thighs and stroke his crotch softly, "Speaking of coitus interruptus..."

Sean chuckled, spreading his legs a little so she could get a better touch, "Hey, there, bitch. That leach has been well and truly salted into submission." He joked, enjoying the warm stroke of her fingers across his needy cock. He could feel the rather copious slickness of the pre that leaked out in profound abundance as his erection fled. But under the gentle rolling of her fingers and the thumb stroking his flaccid cock through the cotton of his sweats it was awakening nicely.

"Perhaps it just needs a little wet to wake it right up." The collie crooned from beneath his chin, her whiskers tickling his throat. Shifting a little to stretch out fully on the couch she slid her head downward across the front of the cotton sweatshirt he wore. At the same time her gentle fingers coaxed his sweat pants down enough to reveal his sorely needy flesh.

Lazarus had done a marvelous job blueballing him, Sean thought as he felt the subtle ache in his loins. But his realization of it was dashed by a warm, softly coarse stroke across his pre slick glans. He let out a gasp and grabbed a fistful of Taws' hackles at that lick. Her tongue drifted lazily downward, whispers tickling lightly at his balls and swiftly firming length, until it cupped his balls and drew them upward into her open maw. Back in November, had a dog's frightening cutlery come anywhere close to his cock Sean would have been in full battle rage. Now it only sent him into a deep state of tense relaxation. He felt his balls drawn across those ivory spears gently and softly rolled against the narrow curve of her long palette. All the while the short, soft fur of her muzzle brushed against his cock and her whiskers tickled along either side of it. Her breath was warm against his thighs as she drank in his aroused scent.

After ever-so-gently rolling his needy balls about within the deadly cage of her canine muzzle she let them slip downward from her tongue to rest between his furless human thighs as she turned her head slightly to draw the soft raspiness of her tongue upward. It curled about his fully aroused length as she murmured a lusty growl, using her tongue to lift his cock into her muzzle. Sean gasped out a deep, delighted groan when the heat of her maw enveloped his full length smoothly, without any need to thrust himself there. Her muzzle was fully deep enough to take him to the hilt without ever bottoming out against her throat, narrow enough to hold him dead center in the bracket of her meat-rending teeth, and hot enough to send his thoughts spiraling down to but one; raw lust.

Her head lifted upward slowly, the muscular length of her long canine tongue rippling torturously along his length, then slipped downward to press him into the tight embrace between the root of her tongue and soft palate. Again and again she rose and fell with the same slow movement, murmuring a vibrating growl that sent both a pleasurable thrill through his groin and an atavistic, purely instinctive fear of predators hissing furiously in the core of his limbic response system. Lust, as always, won out handily over that lizard-brain fear response such that he hardly registered it.

Then, with a last slow suckle, the heat of her muzzle was replaced with the cool touch of air. She shifted herself around to straddle his hips and Sean leaned deeper back into the couch, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he smiled up at her. She loved to top, but she also loved to be the one on the bottom, when he made love to her 'as a woman' in the stereotyped human way. He had learned that most of the nonhumans tended to keep with their natural methods of mating so missionary was just as arousing to them as mounting from the rear was for humans. Drawing her hips closer he let her settle, rocking herself slowly against his cock, reaching down to draw it up to the steep angle she needed for him to enter her.

When he did Sean's entire body jerked and he threw his head back with his eyes rolling up. Her pussy was a silken vice, even after four months of regular lovemaking, and his cock found it a savagely tight fit in the first moments, every time. Gritting his teeth he grasped at her hips through the dense satin of her long pelt, fingertips dimpling the firm muscles beneath while she worked her way down onto him an inch at a time. Every few seconds she lifted slightly, drawing him out almost as much as she had taken in, only to press downward taking him a little deeper. It took her over two minutes, by the foggy reckoning of Sean's brain, to bring the hot wetness of her stretched canine lips to the thick root of his smooth, knotless human cock.

A growing wail whistled through the house followed shortly after by the screaming roar of a racing engine, halting them there at the moment of their deepest union. Blue lights flashed through the front windows, oscillating madly across the walls as a police car raced by on the street outside. Taws snorted, the muscles of her vaginal depths clenching Sean firmly causing a hissing grunt to escape his throat. "Fucker." She growled as the siren wail faded, "I know he just did that on purpose." Sean could only chuckle.

"He's your big brother, love." He relaxed his death grip on her hips to stroke her sides, not feeling any need to hasten their lovemaking and just enjoying the tight, clenching heat of her body holding him. "He's supposed to torture you with pranks like that." Taws' head dipped to look down at him, her gaze travelling downward to the white nest of her crotch where the thin flesh of her stretched lips was visible wrapped about the root of his shaft.

"I swear, if he comes banging on that door again, I'll let you put one under his tail." She growled humorously, clenching as she lifted her hips almost the full eight inches of his length. As she slowly sank down, sending hot waves of rippling, tight heat surging through his loins, she panted softly with her tongue lolling between gleaming white teeth. "And, mmmh, no... he's as straight as you are, has a nice poodle on the side, but he's more married to his job than his bitch." Again she rose slowly, her words trailing off in a strained, soft growl as his thick flesh slid slowly along her inner depths. At just the moment he feared he might slip out she dropped her weight again and draped her arms over his shoulder, wrapping them around the back of his neck and pressing herself close. Sean buried his face in the thickness of her snow white ruff, slipping his hands back and down to her rump. She rose a bit more swiftly and then thumped down, the friction of her slick tightness driving Sean wild. The warm scent of her filled his nose and his world was lost in ghostly white.

He moved his hands further back, curling his fingers over the fur soft curves of her rump and letting them delve into its warm cleft. Teasing the hot smoothness of her anal ring with two fingertips he let her set the pace of her own passion, thankful that her tightness allowed him to control his own peak a little better. She cried out at the teasing caress under the plume of her upraised tail and rose upward, hovered, then slammed back down with a simultaneous forward buck of her hips. Sean grunted and tightened his hands, fingers pressing firmly against her twitching ring as she slipped over into a body shaking orgasm. Her hips bucked and gyrated against his groin, slipping up and down in rapid, short strokes that blew through Sean's mind, and control, like a cannon shot. Throwing his head back he let out a loud yell as he felt the heat of her juices course down his balls and they gave up their all. With the collie's inner muscles twitching and rippling along him in powerful contractions Sean let loose his own heat, pouring his seed into her in swift, thick gouts.

Being that she was canid, and he was hominid, they could not reproduce, rendering the need for protection moot. Not that he would have even if they had been genetically compatible; if she had wanted children he would have given her that without a moment of hesitation. His hips slammed upward with each tightening of his cock, shuddering powerfully as it jerked and poured more of his cum deep into her while her own, much more lengthy, orgasm continued unabated.

His own tapered away after seconds but he did not slow the motion of his hips, rising up into each spastic clench of her body as she came powerfully. After more than a minute she shuddered to a halt and collapsed against him, panting heavily with her chin resting atop his head. He continued to play with her rump though drew his fingers away from her asshole. He would enjoy her there another time; gentle and slow as they liked it best.

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"I fail to see how this is reason enough for you to step down from the Feurgeson project, Sean." Frank scowled as he scrolled through the texts that Ashley had sent him the day before. "Your creative work is some of the best on the team, I hate to lose you there."

"Frank, I'm sorry, but I have to." Sean pled carefully of his boss. They had been working together for several years and, though an often harsh task master, Frank gave him more leeway than most due to his creative insights. They were both confident that in another five years, on the outside, he would work his way up to full Partner. "She was my fiancé, for Christ's sake."

"Yes, was. I understand she walked out on you?" Frank looked up from the phone with one raised eyebrow.

"Immaterial, Frank. She's in trouble, and she's asking for help. I've got to at least do that."

"You taking her back?" Frank extended the phone and Sean put it back into his breast pocket with a shake of his head.

"No, that's over with. But I won't strand her like that."

"What's Taws think?"

Sean blinked across the massive mahogany desk with a look of profound surprise, "Taws?"

Frank nodded slowly, his expression neutral. "My boy, you're flat ass out deaf to office gossip, aren't you? It's been all but written on the bathroom walls for months."

"I - she -" Sean was at a loss. They had been so circumspect! They had never associated any more at work than they had in the past. Frank snorted a laugh through his nose.

"Get over it, lad. She's a sharp tack on her own. I honestly don't give two tinkers who you're banging, but I didn't expect you to be lifting tails." Frank chided in good nature, lacing his fingers together and resting his arms on the desk. "It hasn't impacted your work, and that's the only thing that would concern me."

"I -" Sean stammered, gamely trying to recover, "I didn't expect it either, but it - you know? It just sort of happened."

"By the by, she asked to take an unexpected leave from her lead this morning. He mentioned it to me an hour ago. I can at least put two and two together, so I take it she's going to help you with this... rescue mission?" he emphasized that last with floating quotations of his fingers.

Sean looked down at his hands, surprised to find them shaking. Being found out completely floored him, especially since he was the last to know. "Yeah. And her brother. He's a detective."

"Good, then." Frank nodded again with that same sage movement of his head, "I'll let you take a hiatus from the project, since it's not expected to finalize before August anyway. And I'll tell Amos to let Taws take her leave, without asking for a reason." Everyone listened to Frank, even the Senior Partners. The man had been a god among the advertisers from his previous firm and that carried a lot of weight. "And I do expect at least a postcard."

Sean was distracted by a wailing trill and buzzing vibration from his pocket and snatched out his phone.

Horses! Sean, I cant do horses!

He blinked at Ashley's text with wide eyes. Horses? What the hell had she gotten herself into.

Ash, I'm going to be there as soon as I can get a plane. Hang in there!

Horses when? He added.

dunno, hrd thm talking. horses! no! soon. HELP!

When he looked up he found Frank watching him quietly. Swallowing the fearful lump in his throat he slid the phone across the desk again. Frank glanced at it, his own aged white brows climbing upon his brow. "Damn, boy, she get into porn or something?"

"I haven't a clue. Prostitution is the most likely thing that comes to mind, but I wouldn't put it past some fucking crook to grind her into the porn thing."

Frank waved a beefy, liver-spotted hand at him, "Go, boy. Be a knight in shining armor and rescue the damsel from the dragon."

Sean rose with a brand new feeling of emptiness clutching at his breast. Not the agony of being cold dumped out of the blue, but of absolute fear. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. "Pray the dragon doesn't eat me first."

With his phone in his hand he sent another text even as he walked rapidly toward his desk.

W R U? W hotel?

Picking up his office phone he dialed directly through to Taws' desk. "Grab your things, call your brother, we've got to go. And we've got to go as soon as humanly possible." He blurted into the phone urgently even before she finished answering.

They were well on the way back to his house, where Lazarus had agreed to meet them, when Ashley's response came. Taws glowered at it while Sean drove faster than he really needed to, weaving with almost reckless haste through the mid-afternoon traffic. "She sent a picture, but I can't quite tell what it means. It's just symbols from a card deck." The collie muttered in confusion. "A diamond and a spade, I think." She turned the phone so he could glance at it.

"The Diamond Mine." He answered quickly enough, zipping around a slow moving semi to make an exit from one highway to another. "Jack, the guy who sits behind me, has a mug on his desk with the same symbols. Spade's supposed to represent a shovel digging for diamonds."

"Where is it?"

"Somewhere near the center of the Strip. I think the gig theme is that it's almost entirely underground."

"Definite double meaning, there." Taws glanced at the phone as it buzzed again, reading the message aloud.

I hav border can help, but no alone.

"Border?" Sean muttered curiously, "Boarder? State border?"

Taws' ears backed and she snorted in exasperation, "Collie, you goob. Border collie."

"Oh." Sean ground his teeth when three cars abreast slowed him down to just a mere five miles over the speed limit. "What is it with collies? Do you, like, stick your noses in everything?"

Taws giggled and shook her head, "No more than you do. We don't need to; we can smell just fine from ten paces where you humans need to shove your face in it." Sean glanced aside and raised an eyebrow.

"You complaining?" When a gap opened up he gunned through the hole.

Taws' ears backed at his reckless speed and frowned. "No, but I will if you don't take a little lead out of your foot."

"Okay," Lazarus explained from his customary chair as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The uniform was gone, replaced with a faded denim shirt half buttoned to let his ruff spill out, denim jeans, and a soft looking leather jacket that looked as if it had been first worn by a Korean era pilot. "I've got a line on a flight as soon as you two can cut away from work." Under the jacket he wore his pistol in a shoulder holster.

"Done." Sean and Taws quipped simultaneously.

Lazarus' eyebrows lifted and he tongued the whiskers on one side of his muzzle as he pondered that information. "Ohhkay, that moves the timetable up a scootch. Let me make some calls." Taking out his phone he wandered out onto the deck behind the house. Taws and Sean reclined in uneasy tension on the couch, caught up in a current leading to turbulent waters they had no information about. Several long minutes later the collie cop came back in.

"Get packed, lock this place down. I've secured some jump seats on a seven ten flight, but you'll have to dress warm, they're not really up on climate control at thirty thousand."

"Jump seats?" Sean asked.

Lazarus cut a brief nod, "Transport plane, not commercial." He looked them both up and down, "Pack casual, some slum if you've got any, and some upper crust. We don't know how we'll need to dress. I'll manage the secondaries."

"Dude, you've lost me."

"Just... pack. I'll pick you up at six." His hard golden eyes flicked to the wall clock, "That gives you two and a half hours. Taws, you got clothes here?"

Her ears twitched and she nodded slowly. Lazarus nodded in return and strode briskly toward the door, pulling out his phone even as he stepped out and let it thump heavily shut behind him. In the driveway his one-ton truck roared, wheels chirping as he backed into the street in a turn and then sped away with another staccato chirp of huge tires.

"Taws, I'm almost as worried about what your brother's getting us into as what Ashley got us into." She could only chuckle ruefully and nod. Together they retired to their shared room to begin packing.

Right on cue without a second to spare they heard Lazarus' truck growl into the drive. Grabbing up their luggage they hauled it all through the garage and with the collie's help loaded it into the back. Sean stepped across the street and stuck a note into the mailbox of their nearest neighbor and returned to climb into the back seat of the truck behind Taws. Her tail stuck through the pass-through of the front seat and brushed Sean's knees while the beastly vehicle rumbled out of the driveway.

"What'd you put in Sarah's box?" Taws asked.

"Asked her to bag up the mail and keep the newspapers from piling up until I get home."

"Good idea." Lazarus commented, his own marble patterned tail sweeping back and forth behind his seat. He tapped a flip switch on his dashboard and flickering strobes lit the street ahead of them. The big truck's diesel growl became a roar as they sped onto the highway driving much faster even than Sean had on the trip home. Taws clutched at her seat and even Sean had to lean back and brace against the wild maneuvers through evening traffic. The police lights helped get people out of their way for the most part, as did the sheer size of the beast people saw galloping up in their rear view mirrors.

Even with the brother's maniac driving it took an hour for them to reach their destination at the end of a winding mountain road. They came to a chain link fence broken by a gate house and slowed enough for Lazarus to flash his badge at the uniform stepping out of the house. The man wore an assault rifle slung over one shoulder and a pistol on his hip, his hard expression curious at the two passengers, but he waved the truck through with a brief, crisp salute.

"Military?" Sean asked incredulously as he watched the man's receding silhouette through the rear window.

"Air Force." Lazarus replied. The road climbed up a steep switchback and the gate house was lost behind the trees. "This is, after all, an Air Force base."

"You Air Force?" the human asked. Lazarus shook his head.

"I'm Fed. I tried to join the military when I got out of college, but they've been reducing their forces and I couldn't get into any of the occupations I wanted, so I went law enforcement instead."

"Wow. Taws never let on."

"I never talk about it." Lazarus shrugged and navigated the truck over the top of the ridge they had been climbing. The lights of a runway stretched out into the distance ahead of them. An abundance of aircraft, from small to commercial sized, stood quiescent around hangars lit only with small lights over entry points. "I can't, for the most part."

"What is it you do, exactly, Lazy?" Taws drawled. "I mean, I knew you worked all over. Why are you playing patrol boy with the locals?"

The older collie looked over at her with a roguish smile, "Can't tell you, sis." His gaze glanced up to catch Sean in the rear view. "I've done undercover the last eight years, INS special task force. We range the gamut from drug interdiction to domestic slavery, RICO investigations, the like. Locally I'm trying to get myself caught up with a suspected illegal alien underground railroad, but beyond that I can't say."

Sean made a face while he scanned the aircraft they passed. Everything from recon drones to fighters to cargo planes were parked wing to wing on both sides of the runway down which they drove. Ahead of them was a huge beast of a plane with dual rear doors swung wide open. A ramp extended from the open tail and intense floodlights lit the beast from nose to tail. Lazarus drove toward it. Swinging the truck around paused while a couple of uniformed men approached. Both carried long rifles loosely in their hands. As they neared one slung his rifle from his shoulder and produced a flashlight, its beam blinding as it swept the cab of the truck.

Lowering the drivers' side window Lazarus leaned out, extending one hand with his badge. "Agent Lazarus MacLellan, plus two." He announced to the man with the flashlight. The second man stood off at a short distance and watched with studied ease. After reviewing the offered identification and a brief conversation on the radio at his shoulder the uniform backed off. More uniformed personnel approached from around the plane; ground crew. One moved to stand in front of the truck and began motioning with her glow sticks.

Sean turned to look out the rear window and the truck began to move backwards. "What the hell, we're going to fly on that thing? In this?"

"Yeah." Lazarus quipped tightly, watching the uniformed woman in front of the truck and making small adjustments at the wheel according to the guidance of those glowing red sticks. "They're taking some modified vehicles westward for an operation. Luckily they've got enough room for us." The truck began to take on a steep angle as it crept backwards up the ramp. The grumbling of the engine became loud as they crept into the bay of the airplane.

Putting it in park and setting the brake Lazarus shut the engine down as more crew emerged from the depths of the plane and set about securing the vehicle. Directly behind the truck a stretched Cadillac limousine was tied down and another car beyond it. Sean counted at least three additional vehicles stretching away into the distance of the cargo bay. "Luckily they had to move this cargo to Vegas. We'll be landing about a hundred miles out." Once the crewmen were done Lazarus opened his door and slipped out of the cab. Sean and Taws did likewise. "I'm flying second seat on this one, so you two will have to tough it down here in cargo. It'll be loud, and it'll get cold, but it's the most direct way to get there." He brushed his hands on his jacket and surveyed the cargo bay. "On the upside; no security checkpoints." He winked, holding his jacket open to show the pistol beneath. "There are stowage seats on either side of cargo, just fold 'em down." He waved at the utilitarian looking benches folded up against the inner hull among cargo nets and naked superstructure. "Strap in, takeoff in this monster is a doozy."

The crew that secured the truck tromped down the loading ramp at a trot and it slowly drew upward while the wing doors swung slowly closed. They sealed with a ponderous thud and hydraulic pistons rattled into place. Sean and Taws figured out the seating; a thinly padded steel bench with four point harnesses and strapped themselves in as the whine of the engines built to a bellow. The cargo plan lurched ponderously into motion with a short jerk and the engine bellow grew steadily into a draconic shriek that made conversation impossible. Taws squeezed his hand tightly in both of hers as the lumbering aircraft bounced roughly down the tarmac, smoothing out in a steep pitch as it began to climb into the air.

Vehicles shifted and shuddered against their restraints, the limousine shifting alarmingly toward them as the plane began a steep turn, sending Sean's heart into his throat. He clutched at Taws in return and they just hung onto each other, unable to offer any comfort beyond that simply due to the quartet of huge engines shrieking beyond the thin aluminum hull. It seemed to take an hour for the aircraft to reach whatever its comfortable cruising altitude was, the engine shriek falling back to a steady roar when the plane leveled off. The temperature in the cargo bay had fallen perceptibly but not so far that it became truly uncomfortable.

"Ugh," Sean grunted once the engines quieted enough to converse, "I've never had a takeoff like that."

"Hell no." Taws agreed, not letting him go. "I don't really like flying on commercial jets as it is. This thing is even worse!" They fell into silence for a time, slowly unwinding from the fearful takeoff. Eventually Sean chuckled a bit.

"At least this way we don't have the tail of the passenger in front of us in our lap the whole flight."

She bumped her muzzle under his chin and nipped his throat playfully, "I'll sit in front of you, then. Ever had that happen?"

"A time or two. A simian, once, but he kept it tucked under the seat. A damn skunk another time..." he trailed off. Three hours with that massive tail quite truthfully in his lap had been acutely disturbing because he was afraid to touch the damn thing.

"Owww, stinky. But they do have fabulous tails." Taws admitted.

"Didn't smell any worse than anyone else on the flight, but really up close and personal it wasn't anything like your tail." He smiled and lipped at one of her ear tips, then laughed again, more loudly.

"What?" Taws inquired, then yipped and clutched him as the plane bumped violently through some turbulence. The superstructure groaned and squealed deafeningly, cargo nets and gear rattling madly against exposed metal. The limousine bounced against its stays a couple feet in front of them.

Sean waited for the beast to settle once more before talking, "I was just thinking about something."

"Eh? What?" The plane bumped and rattled through a lesser bout of turbulence but she didn't cry out again.

"The club." He replied enigmatically with a leer down at her. Taws' furry tan brows furrowed and her ears twitched. She drew her head back and tilted her head curiously.

"Uh, okay, the joke's on me. What club?"

Sean didn't reply, still grinning as he dug under her embrace to release the buckle of his harness. Standing while the plane shuddered again he fell back against the limo for a moment before reaching out to unbuckle Taws' belt. She protested with a look of fear at the lack of restraint but stood when he grasped her arms and pulled her up. Backing down the narrow space between the hull and the limo he drew her toward its front.

With his eyes gleaming merrily he turned and pushed her back against the limo, stroking his hands across her shoulders and easing her back to lay on it. "An exclusive, special club." He laughed as he leaned down and brushed his lips along the side of her muzzle. Initially confused at what he was doing Taws did not immediately respond, merely turning her head to watch him with one golden eye. As his kiss worked upward toward the tip of her slim collie muzzle she caught on, then cracked her mouth open in a sharp, barking laugh. Lifting her legs from the floor she wrapped them around Sean's waist and pulled him closer until their groins pressed together through the heavy material of their pants.

Taking advantage of her laugh Sean pressed his kiss closer, his short human tongue stroking the stout lengths of her canine fangs and the roof of her muzzle. Throwing her arms around his upper back Taws let her tongue lift against his own, sliding along its side as Sean's open mouth pressed to her muzzle. Her tongue delved deep into his mouth and he mumbled a slow, laughing sigh before capturing it with his lips and sucking playfully on it. The tip of the collie's long tongue teased deep within his mouth, just shy of gagging him with its muscular teasing. Strong, slim teeth pressed against his lips as he opened his mouth again to hold warmly against her kiss. His shorter tongue caressed the underside of his lover's, pressing it up to the roof of his mouth as it flexed and writhed within his mouth.

The control and flexibility of her tongue was so far beyond his own short, blunt appendage that Sean was always overwhelmed by it, and loved letting her take the lead as they kissed. While he opened his mouth fully to the length of her tongue -- slim at its teasing tip deep in his mouth and thick between his lips -- Sean slid one hand down the front of her jacket, slipping his fingers beneath it to splay them upward into the fur of her stomach. Taws arched against his touch, huffing a growl through her nose and opening her muzzle further, capturing his face gently in the gap between her powerful canine fangs. Her tongue flexed and shortened, thickening in Sean's mouth and rolling upward against his palate, strong hands digging against the back of his coat.

Sean slid his hand upward through the luxurious warmth of Taws' stomach fur and then flexed his fingers to rake downward, blunt tips and fingernails stroking warm flesh. They caught at the waist of her jeans and captured the buckle of her belt, fumbling at the clasp to release it. Her legs unwrapped from his waist so he could pull his hips back but he never broke that heated tangle of lips and tongues. Her whiskers tickled his nose and fur caressed his lips as he sucked warmly upon the thickness of her tongue. The button of her pants gave up any consideration of resistance easily and the sound of the heavy zipper being dragged down was lost under the rattling and roaring of the aircraft. With the limitations of her pants released Sean turned his body slightly, drawing to one side to let his fingers slip downward into the more dense fur of her groin.

She whined a deep growl and lifted her hips into his touch, the diamond of her out-thrust canine vulva sliding between his fingers as he curled them to rake upward through her fur. Pressing his palm against the firm curve of her mons his fingers spread and slid downward once more, tips massaging down the narrow space between her heated canine outer labia and thighs, sending a muscular shudder racing upward from her hips. Lush fur lifted where it escaped the confines of her jacket and jeans and Sean felt the muscular twitch of her vaginal muscles pressing her exposed lips against the crotch of his middle and ring fingers.

Lifting his middle finger he let it drift across her lips, huffing a breath through his nose and stroking her tongue with that same slow tease when he felt the delightful slickness of her damp arousal under his finger. Hooking that finger slightly he traced up and down the heated cleft of her lips, flicking at the soft tip of her labial diamond before sliding his touch downward once more without parting her heated folds. Taws' hips lifted and shifted, trying to coax that teasing finger into her heat, but the palm upon her loins held her down against the cold hood of the Cadillac. Her tail thumped the polished black steel as it lashed and wagged and the claws of her paws skittered upon the metal decking unheard. Her own fingers spread and dug powerfully at Sean's back, the yearning growl deepening as her tongue moved more animatedly within the confines of his shallow human mouth.

Feeling the needy frustration of her body beneath him as his finger teased and caressed, lifting upward and then sliding downward while index and ring fingers kept her vulva trapped between them. The tips of those fangs dimpling at his cheeks with the shuddering of her open maw Sean smiled around the thickness of the tongue that danced about within his mouth. And a talented tongue she had; this one, this satin furred bitch that had chosen him as her lover. He knew its delicate touch and hungry heat intimately and savored it as he savored everything there was about the collie he had, in turn, chosen as his. With an upward draw of his finger he parted the slickened folds of her labia and pressed it back downward in a slow, firm stroke. She gurgled a sharp yelp when its tip shoved across her hooded clit, brushing back that thin barrier and circling with light, slow caresses. Her hips writhed and twitched, the muscles of her pussy clenching with a rush of slick, wet heat.

Up and down his finger pulled and pressed, circling and dragging across her clit as she clutched desperately at his back. Even over the roar of the plane's engines Sean could hear the protesting thumps and groans from the hood of the limo but didn't pay any heed. After a few short minutes the writhing of her hips became a twitching rise and fall to match the teasing of his finger across her tender clit. He read her body as clearly as a book, from the hot serpentine dance of her tongue against his own to the shuddering rise and fall of her hips to the tightening twitch of her labia against his teasing fingertip. Just as he felt her reaching the peak that would send her into wild, bucking gyrations he moved his hand downward slightly and plunged his middle finger into the tight, wet silken clutch of her pussy.

It was like pressing his touch into a funnel; powerfully muscled at its outer lip and narrowing inward to a thin, sharply demarcated muscular wall perhaps an inch or so within her. Beyond that sharp edged muscular tightness the depths of her vagina seemed loose though he know that to be nothing more than the size of his finger within. He hooked sharply upward toward the front of her vaginal wall and felt the small patch of subtle roughness within the overall smoothness of her body. When his powerful fingertip found it Taws let out a howl and her entire body bucked against the staying pressure of his hand and weight.

Her muzzle fell open and she dug her fingers against the back of his jacket while her body went over its edge in muscular abandon. Sean did not let up though her kiss was drawn away, lowering his head to bury his face into the familiar place of her white throat ruff. Pressing upward with the entirety of his finger he pulled at the clenching channel of her pussy, the tip of his finger rubbing solidly against her inner sensitivity while he ground the ball of his palm against her clit from without. Another shift allowed him to draw up his ring finger and ease that, as well, into the spastic clenching of her entry. Both of them firmly stroked at her where he knew that the results of her orgasm would not leave her tender; it would only become more eager for his caress. Turning his hand slightly he brought his thumb up against his palm to circle at her clit even as her orgasm built to its bucking peak. The doubling of his touch only served to bring her higher, hips pushing up against his hand heavily. She hooked one leg over his hip and anchored herself to push upward, her chin pressing down against the top of his head as she rattled out a staccato burst of strained yelps interspersed with guttural attempts at his name.

Angling his hand downward he pressed his fingers deeper into her, hooking against her inner walls to press back against the clenching tightness of her orgasm, the wetness of her release trickling down the back of his hand. Once her hips stopped shoving upward and she slumped heavily back down onto the car he moved his thumb upward to rub above the tip of her labia, insulating her overly sensitized clit with her own hot flesh. She continued to writhe and twist, lifting and falling in time with each slow stroke of his fingertips buried within her. His tongue was far too short to reach it when he buried his face in the fur of her loins to kiss her in that most intimate of ways; he could only imagine what it would taste like if he'd had a dog's long, muscular tongue to seek it. Not that he expected that he could prize it through the tightness clenching at his fingers.

Taws' hands released their crushing grip on his back and dropped downward, reaching in to seize his belt with urgent haste. It took her a moment to yank it loose and he bit his lower lip, sucking his gut and shifting his hips while she clawed at his jeans. Before she could snap the button loose or rip the zipper out with her claws she managed to get his erection free, strong fingers wrapping around it with gentle insistence. Her hand quivered as she pulled his length toward the wet heat occupied by his fingers. Her other hand grasped at his arm and pushed.

"Sean," the bitch growled against the top of his head, "I want that." He raised his head to smile down as he let her guide him toward her canine pussy, "Please!" she snarled up at him, lifting her head and swiping her tongue across his lips in a firm lap. He let her push his hand away, fingers slipping out with a last rub against her inner nerves and flick of his thumb across her clit. She twitched as if tagged by electricity and her hand tightened upon him even as she quickly replaced the presence of his digits with the broad bluntness of his pre slick tip. "Good boy." With a pull of her hand and a rolling upward buck of her hips she drove him against the twitching tightness of her entry. Sean's eyes closed and the muscles of his jaw clenched at the fierce, slick kiss opening before his thickness. He dropped down to one elbow against the hood of the car and slowly pressed his hips forward. Her growl became a groan and then a cry as his glans pressed into the tightening funnel of her entry and forced the taut, stark demarcation of her inner ring to open before his need. "Good boy!" she grunted throatily again, "Oh, so good."

Strong legs lifted and wrapped around his hips, drawing him inexorably closer and deeper. When his blunt glans slid slowly across the sensitive swath of her inner trigger she whined and bucked with a more solid shove. Dropping his head into the hollow of her neck Sean nuzzled into the deep white mane that draped around her neck and let out a strained groan. She let up slightly and he drew back only to be seized by her legs and pulled again, dropping both elbows to the hood of the car beneath his lover to brace against the weight lifting against his groin to bury his cock another couple of inches into her silken embrace. Bit by bit they rose and fell, rocking against each other as he finally bottomed out and drew back to shove forward again, firmly but with a slow stroke. Her head dropped back against the hood of the Cadillac with a thunk and he nosed deeper into her warm white mane. Her legs dropped down to hook behind his rump, hocks hooking against the strained muscles of his ass while her hands wrapped around his shoulders again. One clutched at the nape of his neck and the other dragged blunt claws across the back of his jacket.

For several long minutes he drew and thrust with the same slow strength, drawing out the intense pleasure for all it was worth. The plane shuddered through minor turbulence but the shaking, and bouncing of the limo, only added to the fierce yet gentle course of their lovemaking. Taws held to his neck and raked at his back, legs tensing and relaxing in time with his long thrusts. Each muscular pull was more swift, more urgent, than the one before and Sean gave himself over to it. As he approached his swift building limit he buried his face deeper into the warmth of her fur, bearing down against the side of her neck and tracing the taut muscles hidden under the white cloud of fur. Turning his head as he heard her building growls beginning to fail over into sharper whines he opened his mouth and, heedless of the fur that filled his mouth, captured the side of her neck in a firm bite. He knew that no matter how much force he could apply her fur would prevent his teeth from doing anything more than pinching, if solidly.

She gasped at the bite, her pussy squeezing firmly, and that was more than Sean could take. His hips slammed up and forward urgently and he threw his weight against her with a clench of his jaws. His balls, already tautly drawn between his straining thighs, churned and his cock tensed, then jerked solidly against the fiery tight wetness embracing it. The heat of his cum boiled up his length and exploded into that tightness with muscular pressure and her whines became a victorious growl of pleasure. She pushed up into him even as his hips pulled back slightly then plunged forward again, slamming her hips down onto the car beneath her and twitching once more within her to send another gush of thick heat deep into her greedy depths.

With each spasm of his cock Sean clenched his jaws, bearing her head down to the hood, his body bowed over her. Shortly after his orgasm began her growling pleasure built to a broken cough and her pussy rippled with her own orgasm, though far less intense than her first. Pinned down by his plunging hips the usual muscular gyrations of her release were only subtle, grinding shoves that heightened Sean's own release, but it was always over far too soon. Panting breathlessly Sean released his bite and dropped his forehead onto the hood of the car just beyond her shoulder. His body sagged heavily into the embrace of her legs and her second orgasm built against him before it, too, slowly ebbed away.

"Hon," Taws croaked after a few minutes of companionable sprawl against the Cadillac limousine, "I think we're higher than a mile." Sean looked up and poked the side of her muzzle with a kiss.

"Hush, you." He chided jokingly, then propped himself up on his elbows, each motion shifting his still buried length within her. Neither of them minded that post-orgasmic stay, body to body, that they would keep until his manhood finally softened. "I think we beat that club out, though."

"Mhh?" her lips brushed against his own, her tongue caressing his lips before slipping between them. Sean lipped at the slender tip lightly and smiled.

"Yeah. How many can say they had sex at thirty thousand feet... on the hood of a limousine?" he joked as he playfully lipped once more at her dexterous tongue tip.

Her hand stroked the back of his head and she nodded with a smile, "Yeah. Unique." She nodded and stroked his lips again, gold eyes regarding his warmly, "You think it's locked?" She asked with a smiling gleam of teeth. Pushing himself upright, leaning on the hood with one hand, Sean leaned over as far as he could and tested the front door. Much to his surprise it unlatched. Turning to catch her gaze he, too, gave a toothy grin.

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"Hey, dude!" Lazarus snapped at the pilot who, having nothing to do while the plane flew itself, had turned to look out the open cockpit door. The crew cabin was crowded with boxes of sensitive equipment leaving no room for passengers, but the open hatchway to the cargo deck offered an unobstructed view of the last three cars in the bay; a Mercedes, the limo, and Lazarus' truck.

It also offered a very clear view of the show.

Lazarus cuffed him on the upper arm solidly enough to snap his attention away from the show. "That's my sister, dude." The collie growled, but smiled when he did, and the pilot laughed. Returning his view to the front he picked up his paperback and resumed reading. Lazarus just shook his head and muttered about voyeurs and leaned his seat back to catch a few winks.

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