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It had been a simple morning so far, though it had stepped up to something much better barely an hour ago. Cutting across a few yards en route to his friends' house was this handsome, gold fur Labrador. He walked at a brisk pace with a smile that seemed to be permanently fixed on his face. He would best be described as a very confident dog, in his mid twenties with the world at his side and hardly anything at all to stress over. He was athletic, often going for runs early in the morning and enjoying fitness classes anytime he could make them. His shoulders were lean and contoured well to his chest that showed the muscles that he had been cultivating.

He was a pretty upstanding citizen, always fine with helping others out if they needed it and often thinking of himself last. It was often the case that he made plenty of friends with plenty of their own quirks and interests, one in particular was one that he was so eager to join at the moment. A dense fog had just begun to lift as the summer sun shined its powerful rays upon the subdivision. A light breeze picked up, ruffling the canine's white T-shirt that had once been loosely tucked into his tan cargo pants.

He carefully counted the house numbers he passed by, now hoping up and following a sidewalk that ran parallel to a row of very expensive homes. He had been to this area several times before but it was still so large that he needed to remind himself of the specific winding directions that allowed him to get to his friends' house in a timely matter. In the past it had taken him a couple hours to arrive after getting one of these calls and he would often arrive after all of the fun has passed. He was determined to not let that happen this time.

He checked his phone and saw that barely a half hour had passed since talking to his friend. That was a good sign, as he saw where he was supposed to be after rounding another corner of pavement.

A mansion-esque house that was white in color filled his view. It did well to portray the status of its owner by implementing stone columns and a wrap around porch that dominated the front of the house. An awning shielded every bit of exposed deck and beside the main portion was a three car garage with every space taken up by an expensive car. He was never intimidated by the extravagance, it was never the kind of life he had ever hoped to attain as the steps there were likely strife with stress and regret. His life was just too simple for such elegance.

He trotted briskly up to the front door, climbing a few brief steps up a patio on his way. He took a moment to quickly groom back his hair and make sure he was at least partially presentable before he gave a firm knock on the red painted panel, the hollow thud echoing beyond. He stepped back and let his mind and eyes wonder a bit to the outside world. Birds had begun to chirp and it seemed that the rest of the neighborhood was waking up for the day, despite it being the weekend.

A few cars drove past, which had caught the dog's attention briefly until the front door suddenly came open to reveal a very scantily clad woman. She was a stunningly gorgeous vixen, her fur a crimson hue that had black accents on the tips of her ears and tail. She stared at her friend with a smoldering emerald gaze and a devious smile drew over her lips.

When the Labrador turned back he immediately realized her state of dress and a bright blush formed across his cheeks. She seemed to not care for modesty. A black leather corset was bound to her midsection and laced up the sides. Her breasts peaked out over the article, large and round as they were, each nipple was erect with a black barbel pierced through them. Over each arm was a black, leather glove that ended just after the elbow, which mimicked the high-heeled boots that adorned her legs. Between her legs was nothing, her brightly furred pussy was out in the open and showing off a silver ring through her clit and a couple other studs that were fixed into her nether lips.

The fact that she was so unabashed to show herself in such a state was quite shocking, though in retrospect, not very surprising. She was always the extravagant type, not often caring who saw her in what state of dress, though this was quite the precursor to some elaborate fun she had been having through the night and into the morning.

"Hey, Joel!" she yipped happily and stepped out to embrace her friend, her large, well groomed tail flicking behind her like a banner. "I'm glad you were able to make it, I'd hate for you to miss out on all the fun."

"It's nice to see you again, Meya," he replied and brought his arms around her. She was a few inches shorter than him and quite a bit thinner, his arms having no problem taking up her lithe body. "I tried to come as quickly as I could, I hope I didn't miss too much," he continued.

"Oh, not at all! Just in time actually," she replied quickly and took his paw in hers to pull him inside. The door slammed at their backs and the dog padded quickly to keep up with the girl's enthusiastic tugging. The interior of the home was every last bit miraculous as the outside, every surface clean and sparkling with not a single piece of garbage, furniture, or appliance out of place. As if an army of maids had descended upon the rooms the night before, not that it would have been something he'd had doubted.