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"Working Like a Dog"

by The Dove

I can't say I'm fond of office work, to be honest. Hell, I honestly can't remember a time I was ever fond of it, to begin with. Regardless, a job was a job and whatever paid for the bills was worth it, especially for dear Blusky. It was just the two of us living in the small house. We didn't want the cramped space of an apartment building, we liked our space, our time, and our comfort. A small, decent, affordably-priced house seemed the perfect for the two of us. I even let Blusky pick out the floor layout and exterior choices when we remodeled. Of course, designing the interior was my decision in and of itself. We hadn't been in our new home long, maybe for a couple of months now. The decision to move in together was once of the best, and most positive choices the two of us made together. We were mates after all, and a couple of dogs like us needed a place to settle down after a hard day's work. Tonight, I was going to need all the rest I could get.

All I heard most of the afternoon were the sounds of my nails tapping and clacking against the keyboard at my desk. Sometimes, I'd get a chance to get up, stretch the legs, and get the kinks out of my tail, that sort of thing you know? Mostly, though, it was just work, work, and more work. The tight-ass uniform we had to wear for the IT department wasn't helping too much either. I just wanted to get out of this monkey outfit. My ass hardly fit in the khakis that came standard with our job, and my tail felt bunched and cramped in the confines of the pants too. It was itchy as well. Sometimes, I'd just reach a paw back behind my chair and scratch it when nobody was looking. Seriously, management couldn't expect tax-paying citizens like us to sit here akin to machine-work dolls and fulfill customer service orders all day. It was always the same procedure I had to go through over the phone, the same introduction by yours truly, as well as the same set of dialogue trees we had to ask so the customers, could get their orders filled.

"Good afternoon! My name is Rocky, and I'm going to be your IT representative today. How may I be of service to you?"

The first few hours or so of the shift I would usually follow up with a question of how the person's day was just to add to that extra level of personality and unique flair to the conversation. Usually, though, as the day waned on, so too did my patience and my level of tolerance for the sometimes idiotic and downright asinine questions posed to us. I'd be on the phone with a customer asking about something they easily could have discerned and solved themselves from the FAQ posted online. It was aggravating to listen, and I often found myself struggling to my feet from digging into the polyester carpet in frustration. Management had so "ingeniously" constructed our cubicles at such a low height that any "non-perky" ear postures (indicative of a happy attitude and willingness to "serve the customer") could easily be seen. Pissed about a call? Heaven's sakes don't flatten those ears folks!

Glancing at the watch on my long-sleeve button-down, I noticed that the fated hour was almost here. God, I was so excited to get out of this miserable dump. At 4:30 PM I would be a free dog! Blusky had decided to surprise me and made reservations for the two of us at 7:00 in the evening to meet me at the new steakhouse that had just set up shop on the outskirts of town. All the locals said it was extremely popular and the quality of the meat was something to die for. At the thought of sirloin in my future, I began to salivate as little droplets of saliva rolled down my tongue and onto my desk.

"Oh shit!" I immediately thought to myself. Doing it again...

Reaching over to grab a tissue off my desk, my eyes glanced up at a corporate branded poster hanging on the paper-thin fabricated wall of my cubicle. It sported a large brown bear with his claws on his chest and a full, spanning grin on his face. His green and brown corduroy jacket seemed a little too snug to contain his massive frame. Plastered in a colorful and "hip" font on the upper right corner of the poster was a "tactful" reminder of the best ways to greet a customer. Essentially, a constant alarming signal to me of the vocational situation I found myself in. Turning back to my computer, I scrolled down the list of waiting clients and dialed into my phone to help them with their needs, no matter the topic and no matter the level of ease at which it could be answered. I just kept thinking to myself of two things and two things only. Blusky's smiling face, his teal-blue nose wet in anticipation and excitement at his lover as he walked through the restaurant doors, and that juicy, delicious steak. Salivating once more, I quickly cleaned up my dribble and cast a shy glance around to see if anyone was watching. Hang in there Rocky, just hang in there. Freedom will soon be yours.

The fabled hour ticked into place as the digital clock of my watch signified that blessed 4:30 I had waited for what seemed like eons. Lowering my head to turn off the power strip connected to my computer, I grabbed a pen from the mug sitting on my desk and filled out the customer completion inventory for the day. Sealing the contents in an envelope, I reached down to grab my paws and gave them a quick squeeze, flexing each and every digit to wake them up from their sedentary day. Ah yeah! Nothing like the sound of a satisfying quick crunching of the joints after a long day's work. I stood up, immediately stretching my paws into the air (not for too long so as not to give off the impression of boredom to the asshole management representative in his office adjacent to the cubicles) and grabbed my coat. Turning to leave my cubicle, I saw the portrait of Blusky sitting below the calendar tacked to my wall. Oh yes, that picture.

It was definitely one of the most beautiful pictures I had of Blusky. There he was, his handsome face smiling and grinning back at me. We were at the park one day on a beautiful March afternoon. We hadn't been dating for too long either. Granted, we had been out on many dates beforehand, but we didn't have anywhere to go that day, no liabilities to fulfill, and not a single damn customer for me to help either. Blusky was the center of my attention. He always loved going out on walks with me. He was just a great guy overall, and he made me so very happy. I was fortunate enough to have space on my phone to snap a picture of that handsome visage. There he was, sitting on a wooden park bench, smiling back at me with a wide grin on his face. That silly guy, he was always such a flirt too! His legs were spread somewhat in a provocative stance. One leg was lifted up towards the camera, his teal paw pads seeming to smile back at me in their own way. That Blusky always loved his feet. Honestly, in more ways than one.

As I stood transfixed at the picture, holding it now in my left paw, I felt my tail beginning to wag. Blusky filled my life, and he was a blessing in it as well. This picture was simply another reminder of the good times we had together as mates. Plopping the photo back onto my desk, I looked at it one more time. I didn't notice it at first, but I had to admit I was getting more and more turned on. The way he looked at me, it almost seemed as if he was beckoning to me. I felt my khaki's bulge a little bit in my reaction. Looking down, I smiled and grinned just like Blusky. Man, he did have some power over me. After waiting for my arousal to wane (nothing says embarrassing than walking down the cubicle aisle with a stiffy poking in your britches), I turned off the desk lamp, said my farewells to my coworkers, plopped my customer form into the management mail slot, and headed out to the parking lot. I was a free dog.

I still had some time to kill before I met Blusky, so I decided to stop by the market and get him some flowers. Eh, it seemed like a classy and romantic gesture of affection, so I figured why not. Besides, the old flowers had wilted in our living room, so you know, two birds, one stone right? I got him a card as well and spent some time writing some sweet words of gratitude for the reservation. Sealing the envelope, I drove out of the market lot and off into the direction of the restaurant. The dinner was almost at hand! I could taste it now; not only the savory plate of meat but also the taste of my dearest Blusky against my lips. I needed a good kiss after a long day's work. He was my motivation for sure. He was the light in my life. Quickly glancing down at my phone to see the time and date, I realized that tomorrow was actually a day off for me. It was a bank holiday of all things! Nice! I could stay up extra late with Blusky tonight. In fact, it had been a while since the two of us, well... had some fun so to speak. Again, my arousal peaked at the thought of not only Blusky but also the idea of what mischief two dogs could get into after a good filling meal. Putting my paw to the gas, my heart raced as my car flew down the freeway. My destination was at hand.

The sun was casting an almost ethereal afterglow on the city skyline as I pulled my car up alongside the sidewalk of the restaurant. It exhibited a quaint little atmosphere, but also a distinct regality to it that demanded a certain amount of appreciation and attention. The restaurant was situated right on the outskirts of the city, not too terribly far away so as to repel customers from taking a shot at it, but also close enough so that it was accessible. An outside rustic-appearing veranda for eating was constructed on the side of the building, encouraging customers to cherish the outdoor dining experience without the hustle and bustle of the smog emissions and constant passersby that a downtown location might provide. It was a nice balance between location, sophistication, and customer-prioritization. Taking a quick glance around amidst the menagerie of parking meters lining the street, I couldn't see Blusky's car or even any sign of the guy himself. Taking a glance at my watch, I realized I was about fifteen minutes early before our allotted reservation time. Grabbing the bouquet of flowers and card from the backseat of my car, I walked on into the restaurant, told the receptionist I was here for a reservation for two at 7:00, and sat down in a velvet-lined reclining situated in the corner of the waiting room.

Oddly enough, I was feeling somewhat nervous. It was totally unlike me. Looking down, I could see my paws clutching the fabric of the bouquet intermittently. What was I worried about? It wasn't like this was our first meal together. Perhaps I was just a little tired and anxious from the long day at work. Taking a deep breath, I sat up straight in the recliner and decided to take a look around the environment we would be dining at tonight. My eyes first glanced over to the receptionist at the front desk. She was a beautiful arctic fox, with some silver streaks lining the outer rim of her almost larger-than-life ebony-ebony white tail. She was sporting some black polished high heel shoes along with a pair of khaki pants, rimmed with a leather belt and buckle. A long-sleeve button-down was stuffed into her pants while a checkered apron sporting the logo and name of the restaurant adorned her chest. She was busy greeting a family of three as they came in for an evening meal; two coyotes and their cub. The little cub was dancing up and down, no doubt probably just getting out of the after-school program downtown. The mother was leaning down, putting her index digit to her muzzle to beckon the little boy to be quiet. The child flattened his ears and lowered his tail in dismay while the father patted his unkempt hair in comfort. I couldn't help but elicit a smile and a slight chuckle to myself.

Looking beyond the greeting area and along the wooden wall that bordered the receptionist's desk, I saw a marble-topped bar lined with stools along the exterior. A stone-faced looking badger was shining up a variety of glassware along a shelf while a collection of liqueurs spirits, alcohols, wines, and other beverages lined the platform as well. A small helping of peanuts sat in small ceramic bowls around the counter-top while a flat screen LCD television set hanging overhead showed the local high school football game. To the right of the bar were lined booths all seated with customers and other patrons enjoying their meals. A small set of glass doors at the opposite end of the dining area led to the veranda outside. Glancing over at the clock hanging above the bar, I saw it was around 7:05. Standing up, I decided to go ahead and ask the vixen if I could take my seat before the other member of my party arrived. She bowed in agreement as I asked for a location at the outside veranda. She redirected me to the host (a young red squirrel who was probably still in attendance at high school and twitching his tail and nose in either excitement or mounting nervousness) who walked me out through the doors and onto the veranda. I was surprised to see that I was the only one in attendance. Seating me at one of the outdoor tables, the squirrel pulled out a large red tablecloth from one of the cabinets along the wall of the building and draped it over the table. Propping up my bouquet of flowers against the table and placing my card upright on the tablecloth, I asked for a glass of water while I waited for my other member. The host handed me two menus as he walked back into the dining area.

As I began to peruse the selection of foods, occasionally taking a quick glance back towards the parking lot in hopes of catching Blusky's arrival, I heard the sound of the door opening to the veranda, signified by the hanging brass bells lofted on the door frame. There he was; my man. The telltale sign of his teal muzzle and similarly-dyed hair came sauntering out of the doorway. Geez, he always seemed to set my heart aflutter. Once I saw his attire, I felt pretty good about my not being quite so dressed for a restaurant environment. He was sporting a pair of tight cargo pants with a jacket and t-shirt. God, he looked absolutely delicious. I could have eaten him up right then and there. I felt myself getting hot and bothered just by looking at him. It took some restraint to prevent myself from getting up and making out with him right then and there. He grinned and gave a thumbs-up sign with his paw as the door closed behind him and casually sauntered over towards me as he gave a sly wink. He was damn sexy, and he knew it too. I laughed as I realized that silly dog had probably planned all this out, to begin with. His late appearance, the sexual, inviting movements of his body; he was trying one more to get into my heart, and honestly, probably even my pants as well. Hell, it worked alright.

Walking over to behind my chair, my mate wrapped his arms around me and leaned forward with his muzzle, the wetness of his snout pressing against the side of my face as he leaned in close to my ears, his rough voice whispering, yet ringing in my head.

"I missed you, Rocky. I've been waiting all day for this evening honey, and I'm so very glad to spend it with you".

"I missed you too love" I replied as my own muzzle met his and kissed him on his nose. Ahh, that sweet masculine smell of the man I loved most. It always took my breath away, Patting me on the back, Blusky sat down opposite me at the table as the young squirrel trotted back to our table, eager to take our order. As luck would have it, we both found ourselves with a hankering for a good juicy steak (I mean cmon, you don't actually make reservations at a prime steakhouse just to order a large salad do you?), so that's exactly what we ordered. We also ordered a couple glasses of wine just to top off the occasion. As we waited for our food, we passed the time after I handed him the bouquet of flowers and the card, both of which he immensely appreciated. Other than that, we often just made smile talk. Honestly, neither of us could take our eyes off each other. He was still as sexy as the day I met him. My mate would often tap me with his paws or even run his leg up and down my own in a very seductive way. I felt somewhat embarrassed at the gesture, and whenever I motioned for him to keep in mind that we were in public, he only laughed and took another sip of his wine. I couldn't help smiling and playing along as well. I even found my own feet resting against his legs under the table or myself reaching a paw underneath to touch his waist. Blusky occasionally would tug at his shirt or pants as if he was itching to get them off. The more I stared at him, the more I wanted to get my own off as well. I needed a good excuse to get out of my uniform.

When our dinners finally arrived, the piquant smell of spices, herbs, and a generous coating of marinade on our sirloins once again made my lips tingle with anticipation. Our dinner turned out to be just what you'd expect for a perfect romantic evening. When the sun finally set during our meal, our waiter brought a small scented wax candle and gently placed it upon our table before lighting it with a match from his pocket. He asked us if we wanted anything before giving us both a slight wink, subsequently retreating back into the dining room soon after. That high school boy was getting a good tip tonight. Excellent service AND ambient candlelight atmosphere? What more could you ask for?

As Blusky was getting out my checkbook to pay for the meal, our host came back to the table and asked us if we wanted any dessert. I paused a minute before looking toward Blusky to see if he wanted anything as well. I could see it in those eyes of his; a sly smile edging his way across his muzzle. I chuckled and winked at him. He read my mind just as I did his own. We had our own plans for dessert tonight.

"No thank you. I believe we'll probably be getting some dessert later" I replied to the young squirrel.

Taking each other's paw, we exited througthe dining room before heading out to the parking lot. We planned to meet each other back at the house to "settle" in for the night. On the drive home, I couldn't stop thinking about what kind of mischief the two of us could get into. The more I thought about Blusky, the hotter and hornier I got. Sometimes. I even had to take one paw off the steering wheel just to adjust the positioning of my dick. Driving with a boner is not exactly the most comfortable activity. Just then an idea popped into my mind. Blusky surprised me with the dinner reservation, so I decided to do some surprising of my own. As fast (and legally) as I could, I sped home. Hopefully, I could beat my man to it.

Pulling into the driveway, I saw that Blusky's car was nowhere to be seen. Yes! What a surprise he would have in store. Quickly, I raced inside the house, replaced the decayed flowers in the kitchen vase with the fresh ones from the bouquet, headed into our bedroom, flipped on the small desk lamp beside the bed, and began to undress. It felt fucking amazing to get my tail out of that tight-ass outfit! Oh yes, Blusky was going to be in for a HUGE surprise for his dessert. My heart began to beat faster as I imagined a very surprised Blusky seeing his own man stark naked and ready for action. My dick was getting hard and erect at just the thought of it. Looking down, I gave my bright dick a good squeeze and tap on the head before turning out the desk lamp and heading to the living room, plopping down on the sofa in front of the doorway in anticipation. Now, I waited. It was time for the predator to wait out his prey.

It wasn't even a minute later when I heard the sound of a car driving up the paved driveway. I listened to the sound of the engine turning off as I quickly positioned myself with my head propped up against one side of the sofa and my feet pressed up and bending over the side facing the doorframe. My dick was just as hard as ever. Oh shit, I was so excited for this. Time seemed to pass for ages as I waited. Where was he? Was he waiting for me to drive home so he could pop out of the car and scare me? After about five minutes of dead silence, I decided to walk over to the door to see if I heard anything. Putting my ear to the door, I heard the sudden closing of a car door and the creaking of the first step. My heart seemed to jump into my throat as I plopped back down on the sofa once more. Every step I heard, I grinned wider and wider. Here he comes! The turning of the knob, the spreading of the moonlight under the door, the sound of the light switch clicking on and...

What the hell?

Yes, it was indeed Blusky alright. He looked just as surprised to see me as I did him in fact. The thing was, Blusky was stark naked as well except for his boxer shorts, a very prominent bulge beginning to form along the base of his undergarments. His eyes opened wide in shock as did mine. We both stared at each other before, almost simultaneously, erupted in roaring fits of laughter. We both had the same idea it seemed. Closing the door behind him, Blusky once more took a very seductive strut towards me as he bent down to observe my feet dangling over the sofa. Leaning down, he put his nose to my paws and took a deep breath. His eyes rolled back in a seemingly hypnotic and erotic state before his arms appeared over my toes. Sticking his nails in-between my paws, he gave them a good squeeze, bending and pushing them forward and backward while my joints popped.

"Good, hardworking doggies like you need a good paw rubbing after a long day's work, don't they?" Blusky whispered to me over the silence of the room.

"I can agree with you about being hardworking, but I'm not so sure about the good part." I snorted back with another cheeky wink.

"Well, maybe you should show me what a bad boy you are." He replied back.

Suddenly, the next thing I knew, Blusky was climbing over the sofa, his paws reaching for my groin. I leaned up just in time to grab his muzzle before his head reached the couch. I lifted his face to mine, our eyes interlocking together.

"Blusky, will you be a bad boy with me?" I said to him.

The response was understood as he all but leaped into my chest, his paws wrapping around my own while his nails tickled my paw pads. I giggled and squeezed my paws together tighter, locking his paws within my own. He liked feet, did he? Well, I'll give him some feet! Using every ounce of my stretch, I grabbed hold of my mate's torso and rolled the two us off the sofa and onto the carpeted floor. Stretching my back and legs out, I raised my right leg and bent my paw to Blusky's face, my bright red paw pads tantalizing and teasing him against his face. I dangled my paw back and forth to entice him. My dick was hard, and as I looked at Blusky's, his appeared to be just as eager. We were going to do some good old fashioned fucking tonight.

Leaning forward, Blusky took a deep breath and opened his mouth. He took a corner of my foot into his mouth as he sucked. It felt warm and moist on the inside of his mouth as his tongue rimming the rough, leathery surface of my feet. He took his paw, pulled my own paw out and began to move up and down with his tongue as he savored every ounce of my masculinity and pheromones emanating from my paws. He moaned and sighed as he licked the surface, sometimes spreading apart my toes and sticking his tongue in-between my digits to get every crevice. As he did so, he thrust his free paw to my cock and began to shift my member up and down. Slow and steady he moved before he began to increase speed. I could feel my heart racing as I began to thrust back and forth, Blusky quickly catching up to the rhythm of my body and keeping his balance while he continued to lick my feet.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Blusky stopped licking and moved both his hands under my ass, lifted it up and slid his rock-hard shaft up my ass. His dick was warm and moist sliding up into my anus as I could feel his member throbbing and quivering. His arousal mounted as he began to squirm. Blusky moved his dick further into my ass, almost up to the base of his sheath as I spread my asshole to allow my mate's pride and joy into its home. Safely situated inside me, Blusky began to once more jack me off, this time with both of his paws. Amidst my sweat and heavy pulsating quivers, I reached over to start pleasuring him as well. Putting the icing on the cake, I used what strength I could and grabbed one of his paws and began tickling his paw pads. We looked like some sort of crazy circus contortionist act, but we didn't give a shit. We just wanted to fuck each other senseless like the good doggies we were. I felt the heat rising in my chest, higher and higher, hotter and hotter until I felt my climax beginning to take hold. I looked up at my love, his eyes closed as he was lost in the fantasy my feet were proving him.

"Babe, I'm ready," I told him.

Acknowledging in agreement with a muffled whimper from a face full of feet, he stroked harder and harder, pulsating my dick faster and faster as I released, letting all the tension leave my body. As the cum squirted from my tip, I clenched my asshole tight as Blusky shook his dick deep within my anus, releasing his own seed as well. I felt the warm, thick and viscous fluid running along the inner wall of my ass as my seed dribbled onto my chest. Blusky heaved a sigh of relief as I began to thrust my hips once more, hoping to provide my love with just a little bit more pleasure for his own release. My quivering arms and legs lowered to the side of my body as I turned to jelly, all the muscle in my body sapped of energy from my release. Blusky began to drift forward onto my chest, his deflating cock slipping out of my anus, dripping some of his semen onto my legs. He lowered his head to my chest and looked into my eyes. I opened my muzzle as his tongue reached deep inside me, stroking long and hard as he kissed me.

I closed my eyes as I wrapped my paws around his head, stroking and gently caressing his hair. It wasn't long before the two of us were fast asleep on the floor. We didn't have anywhere to be, we didn't have anywhere to go. The world was ours, and the only inhabitants of our small, perfect paradise were me and my mate.