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Marcia felt that a brisk walk would be just the thing to follow her afternoon nap, and this worthy goal remained foremost in her mind as she strolled out the hotel door, her destination the tree-filled parkland beyond the patio.

But next to the pool she stopped suddenly, caught off-guard by the casual gaze of a large tan-coloured mastiff who leaned against the bar. The drink he held caught the light, as did his golden fur, still damp from the water. His smile might have seemed lewd on another, but the regal set of his head and the merry glint in his eyes gave him an appealing dignity.

Why had the canine race never caught her attention before, she wondered. Her gaze drifted to his muscular torso, draped in a crisp white bathrobe. The garment hung open a little, and she found herself blushing furiously when she glimpsed the firm animal curve of his sheath which the cloth just failed to hide. No human male could have got away with such a provocative display, but the mastiff carried it off with perfect grace, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Marcia's pulse quickened, for she could not help but notice what a fine creature he was. Several shabby little dogs lived in her street at home, but they were not nearly so impressive to look at, and neither could they match the relaxed confidence of this male. Without conscious thought, she postponed her sortie to the woods, and her steps circled until she arrived at the bar (a discreet distance from the canine) where she sat on a stool and surveyed the courtyard with careful nonchalance.

Soon enough, and much to her relief, a golden shape moved in her peripheral vision until it reached the seat beside her.

"Such a pleasant afternoon demands a refreshing drink, I think. May I buy you something?"

The voice was deep and sonorous with only a hint of canine gruffness. She swung smoothly on the stool, pleased to discover that he was even more impressive at close quarters. She dared not risk a glance to check the status of his minimal cloth covering, but she surprised herself by how much she wanted to.

She applied a carefree smile to her face, and hoped she was not betrayed by blushing. "A G and T would be lovely!"

The canine set down his own glass and waved towards the bow-tie clad barman. The keeper of drinks showed admirable efficiency despite his inappropriate attire, and a tangy gin-based refreshment was soon at her elbow.

The mastiff introduced himself as Rowlph while she sipped her drink, all the while admiring the muscular curve of his neck and his warm brown eyes. "Marcia", she managed to say, striving for coolness which she didn't achieve. Weren't canines supposed to be good at reading expressions? She wondered just what she was giving away other than her name. But suddenly, she didn't care.

"How are you enjoying your holiday?" she heard him ask.

"It's nice here," she replied, "Although I must say I've been getting bored. I'm not sure why I booked an entire week here." To look for romance, she thought to herself. But no need to tell him that.

He chuckled, and she wondered how much he guessed. Floppy brown ears framed his face, and she wanted to stroke them to see if they were as soft and silky as they looked. He smiled with his eyes as much as his mouth, and broad wrinkles creased his nose and forehead to emphasise his expressions.

By the time their glasses were empty, they had talked about his exotic puppy-hood in the Orient, and he had made her laugh explosively and nearly spray drink out her nose in an unseemly manner. It could have been the gin which lent her the boldness to reach out a hand and quickly stroke his neck fur. She thought she saw his smile broaden, and a tiny movement from the tip of his tail indicated excitement.

"Another drink?" he offered. "Or perhaps... you'd like to take a stroll in the woodland? I could used some exercise to work up an appetite for dinner!"

It would certainly be improper to wander alone into the forest with a canine she barely knew. But that single touch of her fingers against his soft fur had quashed her normal good sense, and she threw caution to the wind.

"You know, I was thinking the same. Shall we?"

So it was that they walked together around the sparkling blue pool, across a green expanse of lawn, and then to the gravel-lined path that ambled circuitously through the woodland. They talked and laughed, while inwardly she marvelled at the strong presence who paced beside her. Rowlph still wore nothing more than the bathrobe, but she saw him tie it a little tighter before they set out - rather to her disappointment. For her part, she wore a light shirt in summer colours of pale blue, simple white shorts and sensible shoes. Her footwear crunched on the path, while the mastiff's huge bare paws made hardly a sound.

Most of the hotel guests preferred to lounge around the pool during the warm afternoons, leaving the forest path deserted. Tall pines formed a dark roof overhead where occasional zephyrs stirred the branches. Smaller shrubbery lined the trail, and birds flitted through the branches. The fresh smell of pine needles mingled with the more earthy aromas of bark and leaf litter.

They arrived at a wooden bridge where the path crossed a burbling stream. She watched as Rowlph closed his eyes and took a deep sniff of the air, savouring the aromas like the bouquet of a fine wine. He leaned on the rail, and her eyes fell to his pale chest fur where his robe hung open above that bothersome fastening. She sidled closer to him, until she could feel his warmth through her thin shirt. Her hand moved upwards to touch him below his collar-bone, then stroke gently downwards.

The big mastiff caught his breath at her touch, and she saw his forepaws extend and flex. Looking at his face, she noticed a dreamy expression, and his eyes were half-closed in pleasure.

This is crazy, she thought. I can't... I mean, he's a canine. But the feel of his fur under her fingertips sent tingles up her arms, and it took a great effort to withdraw her hand.

Rowlph blinked, sighed, and looked around. Then he fixed her with a gaze which seemed to be sizing her up. What am I telling him? She wondered again. But the mysterious depths of his soft brown eyes left little room for such thoughts. She noticed, obscurely, that the gold fur of his head blended through a rich brown to black around his muzzle, and his half-open mouth revealed a glimpse of a pink tongue.

He concluded his appraisal and his face showed a mischievous smile. His majestic tail swished the air gently. "Come on," he said, "I want to show you something I found yesterday."

He led the way off the bridge and along the track. After a few steps, he turned to one side, as if he was going to walk into the dense wall of green bushes beside the path. Marcia hesitated.

"Don't worry," he chided, "it's not as thick as it looks." He extended a reassuring paw in her direction.

Light fur covered the back of his big hand-paw, and she could see soft black pads on the inside. His delicate fingers ended in neatly-trimmed claws. A foray into the uninviting foliage seemed like a minor price to pay for the touch of that hand, so she raised her arm and let him lead her towards the shrubbery.

The firm grasp of his paw was every bit as exciting as she imagined. The bushes were indeed a lot easier to push through than they appeared, but as they emerged on the far side, she felt reluctant to release his grasp. Instead, she drew up beside him as they followed a vague trail through the undergrowth. Water chuckled over rocks to one side, and after a few minutes they emerged in a clearing.

Patches of sunlight found their way through the rustling canopy above to sparkle on the shifting waters of the brook. Hanging ferns surrounded a quiet glade, lined with a soft carpet of pine needles. A scattering of ponderous boulders lay half-sunk and smooth-worn by the ages. A small bird chirped a lazy afternoon song somewhere in the foliage.

"This is beautiful!" Marcia sighed, turning slowly and breathing deeply of the forest air, cooled by the stream and full of pine-needle tang.

"I thought you might like it!" The big dog's voice was soft and low, and his eyes were on her rather than the view.

Marcia wanted to run her fingers through his fur, and place a kiss on that big wet nose. But a small part of her still insisted that she absolutely couldn't. It wasn't normal, was it. Of course, just about anything was 'normal' these days, and she knew that relationships with canines wasn't unheard of. But she had been well brought up!

She compromised with her inner prude by wandering around the glade, inspecting a wild-flower by the stream which gave off a subtle but sweet perfume. It didn't pay to seem too eager, anyway. But her steps somehow brought her back to where Rowlph leaned on the largest boulder. She leaned beside him, and discovered that a shaft of sunlight had left the rock pleasantly warm.

"You know," he said, "You should take off those shoes. It's so nice to feel nature beneath your feet!"

Obligingly, she slipped off the comfortable walking shoes and socks. Then she wiggled her bare feet on the pine needles. He was right - the sensation of the pine-needle carpet beneath her naked soles generated a surprising sensual pleasure.

"Come on!" he said, stepping lightly to his feet and taking her hand again. He led her to the stream, where he waded into the shallow water at a small sandy beach. She hesitated, but she didn't want to release his grasp again, and his insistent tug left her no option but to follow him in.

Beneath her feet, pine needles gave way to moss, then to sand. A refreshing chill in the water made her catch her breath.

Mischievously, she bent down and splashed a handful of water at her companion, the spray of drops shining briefly like a rain of diamonds as they passed through a patch of sunlight. Rowlph could not ignore her brazen provocation, and he laughed as he scooped his free paw through the water to return fire. As the icy water splashed across her shorts and blouse, she squeaked and jumped back in an involuntary and belated attempt at evasion. Her foot caught on a submerged rock, and she would have gone down with a splash had Rowlph not leaped nimbly to her rescue, catching her in his strong arms.

Practically speaking, the manoeuvre was only a partial success. His rapid advance showered them both in sheets of water, leaving her nearly as wet as she would otherwise have been anyway. But as she found herself encircled by those finely-muscled canine limbs, and pressed briefly against the firmness of his torso, she decided that on the whole, the near-disaster had turned out very well. The shock had sent her small prudish part scurrying for cover, so she allowed her arms to return his embrace, while she raised her mouth and placed a small kiss on his nose.

She saw Rowlph's breathing quicken, while her own heart pounded. The mastiff's tail fanned the air with a slow and graceful confidence as he gathered her up and carefully led her out of the stream and back to the warm boulder. This time when she leaned over to kiss him, she allowed her lips to meet his, and she felt his mouth open and his huge tongue lap gently at her teeth.

New sensations assaulted her. She could not have described the taste of kisses from her past boyfriends, but she knew there was something different about the canine. She almost pulled back, but just as suddenly the strangeness passed, and his sweet taste became another enticing mystery. At the same time, she noticed a rich earthy smell from his fur. I'm kissing a Canine! The thought shocked her again, but even as it did she was adjusting to his smell, his taste, his otherness, and starting to like it.

Reluctantly she parted from him, and looked up just in time to see his eyes open and focus on her. "We're all wet!" he chided, as if he had only just noticed. He stood and contemplated his sodden bathrobe.

Marcia's better judgement was entirely gone now - or perhaps it had finally surfaced. Reaching forward, she gently loosened the annoying tie which held the dog's robe closed at his waist.

His canine aroma filled her nose as she slid her hands up to his shoulders and lifted the garment off him. He stood still with a smile and a little tongue showing as it dropped to the ground, and at last she could get a proper view of what it had covered.

His well-proportioned shoulders and arms were already familiar, but now her eyes could trace the fine lines of his broad chest and flat stomach. He showed no sign of embarrassment even as she followed the paler fur of his belly down, until she saw the swelling of his large sheath, which had been enticing her ever since she accidentally glimpsed it at the bar.

An enviable tail swept up from his rear, and when it stood still, she could see coarse golden fur on the top side, and paler fur along the underside which stuck out in a soft feathery line. The pale feathers of fur continued down the backs of his massive legs, while more soft pale fur lined his inner thighs. Finally, her eyes rested on his dark-coloured balls. Not huge, and yet beautifully suggestive, they nestled discreetly among the fluffy fur at the base of his sheath.

Marcia blinked, and tried to remember how to breath. I'm Miss Plain-Jane, she thought. How on earth did I end up in the company of such a magnificent being? And yet here they were.

Rowlph stretched luxuriously. "That's much better!" he said with a wink. "You ought to try it. Nothing beats the feel of the breeze in your fur!"

"That's not very subtle!" she said with mock umbrage, even as she fumbled at her blouse. The top two buttons took so long to undo that she feared the downfall of civilisation would arrive before she finished. Giving up, she pulled the shirt off over her head without undoing the rest. She laughed at the reckless freedom which Rowlph provoked in her.

Even as the blouse fell to the ground, she shivered, for she felt his paws on her midriff. The big canine knelt before her and loosened the cord which held her shorts. She marvelled at the gentleness of those big hand-paws, and the dexterity of his fingers. What else could he do with them?

When her shorts were at last free, she felt his paws against her hips as he slowly pulled them down. They fell to her ankles, leaving her standing in her frilly white panties and bra. The mastiff's paws moved back up to her hips, then her waist, as her caressed her, seeming to marvel at the smoothness of her skin. He leaned forward, and she gasped as his cold nose brushed her tummy. A little tongue appeared, and he licked gently but deliberately around her navel. Then, to her surprise, his nose dropped and he took a deep sniff of her sex. She imagined his soft tongue, huge and dexterous, sliding into her, lapping gently at her, and her breathing quickened in unmistakable desire.

But then he stood, and doubt chased desire through her mind once more. But she didn't resist as he reached behind her back and deftly unfastened her bra. Do female canines wear bras? Some part of her asked. The thought passed, a bird chirped, and a sudden excitement chased both doubt and desire from her mind. A mad idea formed instead: she wanted to run naked!

Her panties were easily shed to join her shorts on the ground, and she could step naked and free out of both. This time it was Rowlph who traced the curves of her body with his eyes, and even with her human senses, she recognised the signs of his interest.

But for now, it was essential that she feel the wind on her naked skin. She bent forward to tease him with a little kiss on the nose. "Catch me if you can!" she giggled, as she set off at a run across the clearing.

She was naked, in a forest, with a big canine of dubious intentions! And the wind on her skin as she ran felt magical, just as Rowlph had said. She crossed the carpet of pine-needles, springy beneath her feet. She doubled back behind the boulders, brushing through a patch of hanging green ferns. All the while, she could hear heavy steps behind her. Of course, the canine could catch her at any time, being much faster than a human, but he hung back, letting her think she could outpace him.

She splashed through the shallow water of the stream, then looped back to the centre of the clearing. Here a smooth area of pine-needles lay bathed in a patch of afternoon sunlight, and she stopped abruptly and dropped to the ground. She rolled on her back, loving the springy feel of the dry needle carpet beneath her. A golden shape loomed as Rowlph finally caught up with her, and he too flopped to the ground. They lay panting for a moment.

"Oh Rowlph, you were so right! Why have I never done this before?" she laughed. She rolled to her side so she could look at him where he lay beside her. He, too, was smiling.

"You humans are much too inhibited by your culture!" The comment could have been critical, but laughter echoed in his words.

"Well, not when I'm with you!"

He lay with one leg bent, the other straight, and the pose showed off his belly, and his sheath and balls, in a most provocative way. Was that deliberate? Marcia didn't mind. Remembering his dreamy look of pleasure from earlier in the afternoon, she propped herself on one elbow and ran her hand over his chest. His fur was as soft and beautiful as she remembered. She stroked him gently and slowly, from his chest to his belly, following the lie of his fur. On the first stroke he sighed, and after several more he moaned softly.

After a few minutes, he seemed to drag himself back to reality with reluctance.

"Oh, the belly rubs! Where did you learn how to please a canine?"

A small shrug accompanied her smile. "You seemed to like it!"

He didn't answer, but instead rolled towards her and inspected her body once more. He ran a gentle paw over her breast, then down her side, and she could see a look of fascination in his deep eyes. He's just as intrigued as I am! The realisation came to her abruptly. She lay back on the warm forest floor and looked up into his gentle face.

She could see his nose twitching. "Humans smell so... interesting!" he murmured.

"Is that a compliment?"

The big head nodded slowly. "Especially..." His nose moved towards her entrance again. "...Down here."

A little drool splashed from his wide mouth, and he swallowed. She could see his short, shallow breathing, and his tail swished with excitement.

"May I... lick?"

His hesitation surprised her. A true gentleman, she thought. Not trusting her voice, she answered with a smile and a very slight nod.

The Mastiff needed no further encouragement. He lay beside her, nose-to-tail, and nuzzled at her crotch. She parted her legs a little as his nose found her entrance. Her pre-holiday wax made things easier for him, and the excruciating pain of that procedure now seemed very worthwhile as his lips touched her smooth skin. The coldness of his nose made her gasp, but then the tip of his tongue began to play up and down her slit, and excitement overwhelmed her.

And what a tongue! She could hardly believe the sensations as he pushed it deeper into her, began to lick at her labia and over her clit. Had he practised this with another human? Or were females of different species basically the same? Whatever the explanation, he certainly knew how to give pleasure.

Marcia was no fresh spring flower, and she's been with men before, but none had managed such an incredible act of stimulation. He went on and on, lapping up her plentiful juices. But despite the ardour of his oral attentions, she wanted something more.

The canine's body stretched beside her as applied himself to her vulva, and in this position she could see his furry sheath beside her. Its thickness and weight enticed her. What secrets did it hold? Soft tan fur covered the sides, and the tip was a dark circle. She reached out a hand and touched it, tentatively at first. But the softness and the alluring curve were magic beneath her fingers, and she began to stroke along the length of it. She let her fingers slide lower until she fondled his balls, smooth and firm under her fingertips.

Her desire came into strong focus. She wanted that sheath pressed against her. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him, all of him. She needed to be joined with, or taken over by, or filled with, his vitality and strength and maleness.

"Rowlph" she breathed, and he stopped his licking and raised his head. "I want you. Now. Will you..."

She needed to say nothing more. The mastiff moved around until he knelt between her knees on the soft carpet of the forest floor. Dappled sunlight fell across his magnificent body. He leaned over her and kissed her deeply on the mouth. This time, she opened wide and let his tongue fill her, slipping delicately over her own. Once again she caught that sweet animal flavour of his breath, and this time it made her pant with desire. She ran her hands over the muscles of his arms and down his flanks as he broke away from her mouth and opened wide as if to bite her neck. She felt his teeth on her skin and his hot breath, then the caress of his tongue again as it moved over her neck, down her chest, and over her breast. He raised himself, and drew his heavy paws over her belly and down towards her sex.

The strength of his legs pressed against the inside of her thighs, warm fur against her smooth skin. She pulled her legs further apart as he drew near. She could see his sheath hanging beneath his belly, and now the pink tip of his cock protruded just slightly.

She could read his excitement in his rapid breathing and the intensity of his eyes. She expected to see some kind of erection, but his member looked no larger than before. She had little time to wonder at this, however, as he ran his paws down to grasp her hips.

And now she felt the softness of his sheath-tip pressing against her. And something else - Oh yes! - something hot and slick and hard probing gently but firmly into her. The touch of his cock against her labia was like no sensation she had ever felt. She wanted it, all of it, deeply in her.

Once, twice, the tip of his cock pressed in, and she angled her hips up a little, trying to push herself onto that hot shaft. On the third probe, he found her opening, and his cock slipped into her a little. Before she had time to move or even moan, she felt him grip her waist with his paws and thrust hard, sending his slick shaft deeply into her. He thrust again, and she couldn't believe the length of it. Now his fur was pressed against her outer labia, pushing his sheath far back so that his entire length was inside her. And now she did moan.

The mastiff stopped himself, even though he still held her tight. "I'm sorry," he gasped between ragged breaths. "Am I hurting you?"

"No!" she cried, barely able to get the words out. "Please don't stop!"

He bent to lick at her neck again, as he began to thrust more rhythmically. His cock was harder and hotter and smoother than anything she had ever felt, and now she realised that it was growing inside her. Not only was he thrusting to her most intimate depths, but now he was filling her more than even the largest male human she had experienced among her (admittedly small) collection of past lovers.

His cock was rock hard now, smooth and slick. And she felt a new and quite incredible sensation. Something huge and round was pressing into her clit and labia with every thrust, adding to the sensation of his member deep within her. Her vision clouded until she was aware of nothing but the intense pleasure he created.

And then he slowed his thrusts, and raised himself up. She looked from his face, down his belly and at last to his cock, which he had pulled partly out of her. His sheath was pushed back, and his penis had swollen to a huge size. From the pointed tip it swelled in a sensual curve, then thinned again. But at the base, it thickened abruptly to a huge round bulge - his knot. As she watched, he grasped it carefully with his paw, and ran the tip up and down her labia and around her clit, teasing her until she moaned with desire.

Curiosity filled her as well, and she reached out to touch his knot. It was smooth and rock hard. He caught his breath a little.

"Careful..." his voice was a whisper. "It's very sensitive..."

Her whole body quivered with desire at the sight of that thick member, and she wanted more of it in her. She tried to push herself upwards onto him, but the angle was wrong. She saw a glint in his eye as he stood carefully, his erect cock swinging proudly in front of him. She did not resist when he offered her a paw and lifted her up. He steered her gently to a large flat boulder, and now she realised his intent. She lay back against the sun-warmed rock as he knelt before her, now at a perfect height. Her eyes took in the full length of his naked, gold-furred body, and her whole being cried out for him again.

His erection had shrunk a little, and this time he used a paw to carefully position his sheath at her entrance and press his length back into her in a smooth stroke. She noticed that he kept a paw on the base of his penis, grasping it through his sheath, until his massive knot once again swelled up. And now he began to thrust into her once more, deliberately and rhythmically, and she moved with him and felt his growing excitement. With each push forward, he panted with desire, and she heard herself moaning as her own pleasure built.

Then he gripped her even tighter with his paws, and his breathing became a gasp as he pressed his knot hard against her clit, his cock locked deep inside her. Suddenly his muscles clenched and his cock began to pulse as his cum exploded into her. She felt every pulse of his member and every hot jet of his canine seed, and her own muscles clenched in rhythm with his as white pleasure overcame her.

Marcia did not know how long they stood in a dream-like state while his cum spurted. It seemed like a long time before his pulses finally slowed, and his eyes focussed on her once more.

His cock slipped out of her, back into its sheath, and he bent to lap up his fluid where it dripped from her. As he straightened, she stood, put her arms around him and pulled him close. She held him for a while, marvelling at the feel of the entire length of her naked body pressed up to his fur. It was warm and soft and deeply sensual against her skin. She looked up into his dark eyes, which were smiling with love and appreciation.

They lay together on the soft ground, while their bodies slowly cooled and their mingled fluids dried. She could still feel his heat inside her, and now she felt a special easy familiarity with firm curves of his sheath and balls. There was a shared magic between them. I've given myself to a canine! The inner voice said, but now there was no hint of doubt, fear or regret. An entirely new world had opened up for her.

"Was that your first time with a human?" she murmured, her hand caressing his ear.

"Yes!" he said, with a gentle smile and a little lick of his tongue on her forehead.

"Well, I hope it's not your last!" she replied with a wink, as her finger traced down his chest, over his belly, and circled the tip of his sheath.