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Tamara was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I fell in love with her almost instantly, watching her run across the field as if she was in slow motion. Even the way she lapped at the bowl of water at her masters feet seemed almost regal. I sat, leashed, beside my own master, starring at her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her long blond fur. She looked the type whose master pampered her; took her to the groomers weekly, let her sleep on the bed, maybe she even had a bed of her own. I had to sleep on a blanket on the floor next to my masters bed. Starring at Tamara's flowing golden locks made me even more aware that my own coat could use a good once over with a brush. The browns and white of my fur all tangled together making me look almost like a mutt despite the undeniable fact that I am a pure bred Shetland sheepdog, also known as a "miniature collie". My master had inherited me as a puppy when his mother passed away. She had originally bought me for the show circuit, but had passed away before I was barely even old enough to be separated from my mothers teat. Her son had no inclination for show dogs and often treated me like any other 10 cent mutt you could pick up at a local kennel or dog pound.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" My masters voice boomed down at me. I hung my head, almost ashamed. I don't know why, I hadn't done anything wrong but his voice always made me feel guilty of something. I looked up at him and nodded slowly. "Alright then, here you go," he moved his hands down and unhooked the leash from my collar. I sat there for a moment before taking a few tentative steps away from him. Glancing back at him as if for permission to go further he nodded and then turned to talk with another owner. With a grin I bolted off towards a row of trees at the edge of the forest that made up the off leash park.

I was ecstatic. Running through the grass, all the smells of every animal that had ever ran this exact same path flooding in to my nose. On my way towards the tree line I crossed the path Tamara had taken on her free run about the park. It stopped me in my tracks. The scent was intense. She was clearly in heat. Now, I'm told that normally a female in heat isn't supposed to affect another female the way it affects a male, but my entire life I had been drawn almost impulsively towards the scent of other females in heat. It drove me absolutely wild even under normal circumstances, but it was worse when I came across another bitch in heat when I was also suffering from the same affliction. I turned on the spot and chased after her scent. I had lost sight of her when my master had spoken to me and now this trail was the only hint of her I had. I followed it closely, turning and weaving every time she had, until I found myself diving into the tree line and running wildly between trees. I caught up to her down at the edge of a creek that ran through the park. At the sound of my approach she turned, looking almost defensive. Clearly painfully aware of her own intense scent and worrying that I was a male, about to pounce upon her and take full advantage of her situation.

"Oh," she smiled in relief. "You're a bitch too." Even her voice sent me to heaven. It was so proper and yet kind. She clearly was not a snob, despite her own pure bred stature. I smiled back.

"I prefer the term 'female'," I stepped closer toward her, basking in her scent. "And you don't have to worry here, this park is pretty infamous among owners and masters for being for fixed males only." As I got closer to her the momentary relaxed pose she had taken before suddenly vanished.

"You're in heat too." She said it like it was a secret, a whispered truth that seemed to hit her in the face like a well swung newspaper.

"Does that bother you?" I cocked my head to the side, confused. The look on her face reminded me of the way I often felt when I smelt another female in heat. "Or does it turn you on?" I smirked at the surprised look on her face.

"I, well, how did you know?" She seemed to blush, darting her eyes away from my gaze. I simply smiled at her, my kindest most understanding smile. "Oh," she chuckled, "I always thought I was a freak." This time her grin spread wider, clearly she was relieved to have found someone who was the same as her. A female who got turned on by the scent of other females in heat.

"I'm Alisha," I offered her up a front paw.

"Tamara," she smiled and we shook paws.

"I haven't seen you around here before," I confessed, "and I'd remember if I had." I winked at her and she blushed again.

"Yes, my owner just moved here. We live just across the street from the park in fact."

"Well hopefully that means I'll see you around here more often." We continued to exchange smiles and small talk. I discovered that I was right, she was a pure bred. A full blood Afghan Hound and could trace her lineage back centuries. She blushed and looked away from me when she told me this, like it was something she hated having to say but was compelled to anyways. I told her about myself, how my owners mother had passed away before she could enter me in the show circuit and how my new master treated me like just a regular dog. I complimented her on the maintenance of her fur and she blushed and confessed to me that she would love to be able to just roll around care-free and not have to worry about maintaining her silky coat. Eventually we got back around to the topic of how we weren't normal female's.

"I've just never found myself excited by the idea of being taken and abused by some uncontrollable monster of a male only so I can pump out some more pups." Tamara told me as she watched me from the corner of her eye to see how I'd react.

"I know, right!?" I was so excited to have found a kindred spirit. "Just the thought of letting one of them mount me makes me sick. The fact that my body is designed to send out a call to every horny bastard within a certain distance of me just makes me hate it even more. I don't want to be used and thrown aside and treated like nothing more than a puppy incubator, I want..." I paused and it was my turn to blush.

"Love." We both said together and our eyes met. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I lost myself in Tamara's eyes.

It felt like an eternity before anything happened, but when it did my whole world exploded with joy. Tamara came to me, she pressed her silky fur coated amazing body against me, her breasts pressed against mine as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her muzzle to mine. I kissed her back passionately and threw my own arms around her slender waist. The touch of her lips to mine sent tingles all the way down my body and my nipples hardened against her own. My breasts weren't as impressive in size as hers, I was barely what the humans considered a C cup, but Tamara was at least a DD. The way the pressed into me emboldened me and I slid one of my paws down to her pert rump and held her body tighter to my own while also rubbing and caressing her rear tenderly. Her tongue darted into my muzzle and with a happy moan I wrapped my own tongue around hers. One of her paws followed my lead and I found myself being aroused even more as Tamara felt up my own rump. I decided to take the lead and with some sensual coaxing I had Tamara laying on her back on the soft floor of the forest beside the creek. As water rushed past us there on the bank of the creek we sprawled there, Tamara on her back and me, kneeling above her gorgeous body. Our muzzles still locked to each other, our tongues playing and caressing each other. She let out soft moans into my maw as I explored her body with one paw. I had slid it up from her rump to the middle of her back as we moved position, and now that she was laying there, open to me, I let my paw roam. Slowly up her side, running through her fur, down over her soft belly, discovering each of her hidden nipples were as hard and pert as my own.

"Mmm," she moaned into my muzzle as I caressed and teased each nipple beneath her fur before my paw found it's way up to cup and stroke one of her breasts. "Alisha," she blushed when she moaned my name and the sound of it just drove me wild. I broke our kiss and my muzzle kissed it's way down her neck to her other breast. I fondled her with one paw as my tongue darted out and teased her other breast, I lapped gently at her nipple which just sent her moaning even more. Each moan filling me with more desire and helping push me further. I sucked her nipple into my muzzle while I tweaked and pinched her other and as she moaned and moaned beneath me her legs spread wider and wider until it was obvious to me what she wanted. "Just, be gentle," Tamara whispered down at me. I pulled myself away from her breast long enough to promise that I would before sucking her nipple into my maw once more as my paw abandoned her other breast and slowly caressed it's way down to rest gently on her hot, moist opening between her hind legs.

I had never done this before, not to another female, so I took my time to both savor every contour of her body but also to make sure she enjoyed every second as much as I was. I slid my paw slowly up and down her outer lips, rubbing at her while I continued to suckle intimately at her teat. Then, eventually, I pushed a single finger in between her folds. We both moaned out when I did that. I pushed it slowly inside her, a quarter of an inch at a time until I couldn't push in any further. My finger was buried between her lips, the lips of her sex, and she was moaning erotically beneath me. It was driving me wild so I abandoned her breast and pressed my muzzle against her own once more. We kissed deeply, as I started to slip my finger back out of her sex. I pulled it halfway out before I suddenly pushed it back inside. She gasped, sucking my tongue into her maw, and I paused worried I had hurt her but she let out the air in a long moan and I knew she had simply not been expecting it. I grinned, almost evilly, as I started to slide my finger in and out of her pussy more. I developed a rhythm of in's and outs and had Tamara writhing beneath me and moaning into my muzzle. At some point she had thrown her arms about my neck and held me against her like that, my lips pressed against hers unable to pull away, her body under mine also unable to move away, and my paw at her sex. It was heaven.

I was working my finger in and out of her at a constant pace when I decided to work the rest of my paw into her pleasure. With every inward thrust I would take a moment to pause with my finger fully inside her moist walls and would wiggle my paw around, pressed tightly against her pussy, so it both wiggled my finger about inside her body and also rubbed erotically at her outer lips. The more I did that the more her body reacted, and eventually she was clenching down on my finger, she pulled her muzzle from mine and with pants and gasps and moans Tamara came hard against my paw. Once it had ended I pulled my paw from between her legs and held it up to my muzzle. I sniffed it and the scent drove me wild. But then again so did Tamara's eyes. She looked into mine with such a lustful desire I should have seen what came next coming. But I didn't. Not until I was already on my back with Tamara towering above me. We had completely switched positions and she was now in control.

Without a word she pressed her muzzle to mine as her paw pressed against my own pussy lips. I was trembling with excitement and I could tell without having touched myself at all that I was soaking wet. Tamara's moans, the way her body have writhed beneath me and the sounds she made as I made her cum had guaranteed that. She followed my lead completely and soon was pushing a finger inside my body. It felt incredible. She worked it in and out of my body like I had done with her, the only difference being how often she moved her muzzle from kissing at mine to licking, nibbling and suckling at my own breast. It didn't take me anywhere near as long as it had taken Tamara to orgasm, I had been revved and ready to go since I made her cum. Pleasure shot through my body like lightening through the sky and I completely coated Tamara's paw with my orgasm. I laid there panting and glowing, grinning up at Tamara.

"I think I love you," I whispered and she blushed and responded by pressing her lips to mine and kissing me tenderly. When she pulled away I had an idea and it glimmered in my eyes.

"What?" Tamara asked, sounding as though she was a little concerned by the look on my face.

"I want to taste you," I practically growled with lust, and despite her blush Tamara did as well. "Sit on my face," this time I did growl and with her tail ecstatically whipping back and forth Tamara did just that. She sat completely upright, her hind legs on either side of my head and her sex barely an inch away from my muzzle. I didn't say another word, I just brought my paws up to caress her legs as I darted my tongue out and licked the complete length of her slit. She shivered and moaned, I simply moaned. She tasted amazing. I nuzzled my nose against her, pursed my lips like I was open mouth kissing her, and thrust my tongue inside her. She growled and moaned and writhed slightly atop me. I grinned, pushing my tongue as far inside her velvet walls as I could. My tongue wiggled and tickled at her most intimate spots and I loved every second of it. Her taste, her scent, the feel of her body everything about Tamara was driving me wild. If I had been a male I would have taken her mercilessly for hours, but I didn't have a cock. I just had my paws and my muzzle and I was going to drive her just as wild as she drove me. My tongue snaked its way in and out of her folds, lapping away at her outer lips before slithering back inside her.

I had brought her to two more orgasms before she tensed up. I hadn't heard the sound that had caught her attention at first, but the second time it was undeniable. She pulled herself away from me and took a couple tentative steps towards the source, whimpering as she glanced back at me.

"I have to," she looked as though I had just told her her parents were dead. "He's calling me. I have to." With another whimper she took another step towards it. I stood then, walked to her and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my muzzle to hers and kissed her deeply. The taste of her own sex mingling with the flavor of her saliva.

"I know," I whispered as I pulled my muzzle from hers, breaking the kiss. "Look for me, Tamara. The next time you're here, look for me." She pulled me tightly to her body then and whispered into my ear before the sound rang out a third time and she released me and bolted away, bounding to her owners beckoning. I floated for a few weeks on the sound of her voice as she whispered "I love you Alisha" in my ear before she left. It was almost a month before we ran into each other at the dog park again, and this time Tamara had decided she wanted to taste me.