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The flickering lights above him gave a soft hum and a bright glow that helped to illuminate the desk that he rested at, forcing deep shadows across the shepard's face. This heavy glow dancing across the brown fur that wrapped his canine body. Many tones touched his fur at his hands, his jaw, his snout, his ears, but all were a base brown that did nothing to hide away the strong muscular build of his figure. John sat there in this underground bunker, his eyes scanning quickly across the sight of the pages that he flipped through quickly. It was one bit of news after another, ideas for budget spending, proposals for additions to their office's recreational room, better containment for those powerful creatures that they seemed to come across far more often that even this German Shepard would like to acknowledge. With a sigh that stack of papers got flopped down on his desk, his hand lifting to the brim of his snout to rub it while the grunt of his breath flowed from his figure and left him shaking that head slowly in place.

"What are you doing, John?" He'd mutter to himself, thinking back on his times still new to this squad thinking back about the team he worked with back then and how fighting Metas were far more interesting and less "by the book".

It was wild times then, anything could happen, and thanks to it his entire time, even his captain, were lost leaving him to bring in the powered being on his own. Now he was in charge and while he found himself being strict, there were fewer people that he'd rather spend his time with at all than the men and woman that he had on his team. All of them had their talents, their skills, their purpose, but above all they had each others' backs and made sure to stay safe in a job that was everything but safe. When he pulled the handle on his drawer he could see a face down picture frame that he kept in it, his hand wrapping around the wood to pull it out and look over the faces of those that he had once known. Every one of them had been family to him, pulling close together in the toughest of times, and they'd sometimes call him the "baby" of that family. Now if he was anything then he was the father with an attitude more similar to a grandfather. No nonsense, no joking, no silliness. The job here was to protect one another, and that was the duty that he clung to above all others.

As the door opened his eyes lifted, looking on at the Collie that had stepped into the room. Her hand gripped some kind of sealed envelope that she waved around slowly to help fan herself off. "Ugh, it's really warm in here. Ever think of opening a window or getting a fan, John? I'd hate to see you get shriveled up like a mummy." Her voice was soft, almost a chime before that white folded paper container was turned in his direction, "This just came in today for you. Return address on it says it's from Mega Cat City."

At first he didn't react to the information, his head just giving his usual nod of acknowledgment so that his brain could store the information away for later, but as he suddenly realized what was said, his eyes hardened, his mind shooting to the name of that city and his gaze lifting up to look at that extended hand and what was held in it. With a surprised expression he'd take it, muttering his thanks softly due to shock alone before opening the envelope and taking a look at the information inside. What he saw was a letter that widened his eyes, held his breath, and forced him to take his seat once again. The handwriting, the wording, the light flair of the letters and how they were formed were all as he remembered them to be from back in the day. This was Felina's writing, and even reading it he could hear the soft tone of her voice speaking the words as if they were coming off of the page.

"Dear John,

I hope you're doing ok. It's been a long time since we last talked, and I'm so sorry for not keeping in touch. After how we left I thought it was a good idea to give us some space, but now I can see that was a mistake and I should have kept in contact with you.

Work has been keeping me so busy and it's hard to find time to even describe what's going on between the thugs and mafia cats running around and then dealing with these vigilante's flying around the city blowing things up. Paper work is always piling up, so I guess that's something that we have in common now. I heard from a little birdy that you had gotten promoted, I wish it was under better circumstances, but congrats anyway.

If you ever have any down time then I'd like to see you. I know we didn't separate under the best conditions, but I really miss you and thought that we could try again for a little while and see what happens.

Looking forward to you,

Felina"

John knew that this was a call he needed to take, a message he needed to respond to, but the message an invitation and there was no better way of answering it than showing up. Despite her having trouble keeping even the bare minimum information on him the shepard had kept track of her progress through her job a lot more efficiently. He knew that she was still working the precinct, that she was on the front lines for the weird stuff going on in Mega Cat City, and if he could help out at all and get some free time to spend with his old flame then he would most certainly offer his services to their little city-wide brand of law. His feet his the floor, his hand wrapped around his jacket from the wall, and with the door closing behind him he'd be off.

* * *

Those brown hands gripped the wheel of his car, the soft hardened rubber gave him something to hold onto while the grooves set in the back fit perfectly between his fingers. The movement of his hands twisted from one side to the next, every slight adjustment turning the vehicle to follow this multi-lane highway towards the north. It was only the occasional sign that came up which would tell John he was still heading in the right direction, would tell him that he was heading towards this metropolis of a mega-city that had already devoured the closest smaller towns around it, and yet the shepard didn't mind, he didn't blink, he didn't even bat an eye to it. His focus was on the letter he'd gotten, the message from his close friend and even closer lover. They're shared a romantic encounter that had shot off like a firework, fast, hot, ended with a bright bang that showed down across their strong and lusty bodies, but just like any firework once the sparks faded and air cooled all that was left was smoke and yearning.

It was like they lived in two different worlds him to a job that protected all people from the greater threats of those that come into powers and immediately start to abuse them, and her to a strict police force mounted in an even stricter city. No matter how much their desire was to be together, no matter how comfortable they felt holding one another, they would eventually have to return to the reality that their work was destined to drive them apart. John's job helped many people, kept entire populations safe from those that would rise up to hurt everyone and Felina's job was to defend her community, her local populace from much of the time. The work between them was so similar and yet completely different and were both stationed in separate cities that would both love nothing more than to see them pushed apart.

When they first met they did so while she was on vacation, venturing outside of the walls of her city, and quickly their sudden friendship turned into more. Being together had taught them lessons about one another, lessons about their needs, their desires, their lusts, but more importantly it taught them lessons about themselves. It was a romance that lasted a week thanks to Felina's short vacation, but one that felt like a lifetime as the two sought comfort and love within one another. When she had to return back to her work it was a hard day for the both of them, a decision had to be made if they were going to stay together or not, but both knew deeply that any kind of long distance relationship would eventually fall apart. When they separated as friends he thought that they could at least keep in contact, but over time those messages and letters would slow and from that frustration set in. The memory of what they had making their distance more and more unbearable, and the city that she lived in made sure that they'd stay apart until the final remaining flame that they held for one another died away.

When his car turned from the highway he could see the city that had taken her, the metropolis that stood tall and powerful. This place had started off as a gated community, a place for felines to get away and live separate lives from the other species that they were mostly unable to get along with to begin with, but slowly that community grew, taking over other neighborhoods, blocks, and eventually cities and towns near it. Now it stands as a metropolis that only cats were allowed to live in, other species could come by and visit, but only if sponsored by a feline that lived there already. In this city there was no room for dogs, no room for birds, no room for anything that wasn't feline and in some way John blamed this closed off city as the main reason for the fall of his relationship. Somehow he'd told himself that if it hadn't been for this town then him and Felina might have had some kind of fighting chance together. It was a town that kept her busy, but one that also made it impossible or him to visit without prying eyes and questioning glances around every corner. As he saw the sign welcoming him to Megakat his gaze narrowed, but he'd steel himself as he looked on at the guards at the gate in front of him. Just like everyone else they stopped him, looking at the canine sitting in the car, but were willing to ask that single important question.

"Why are you coming to Megakat?" The question came off with a heavy layer of suspicion, clearly trained to run off those of weaker will from wanting to enter here, but rather than answering them the shepard lifted the letter from his former lover and showed it to them. As surprised as they looked upon seeing the signature they didn't hesitate at all. "I'm so sorry, sir. Please continue on. I'm sure you know where the precinct is."

As he entered the city John had to chuckle, loving the sight of these guard cats shaking in their boots at the name that summoned them. In a way it made him proud to know that she'd risen in the ranks high enough that she could make her lower force members fear her. Something about the idea of it reawakening the more positive memories that he'd had of her in the very short amount of time they'd spent together. She'd always been a dominating force, but John was one of the few that could cut through that and find her softer points, her interests, her hobbies, and her desires. The time that they'd spend was something cherished, and he wouldn't trade even a second of it for any amount of time with another woman any where on this planet.

John had never been in this city, never having a reason to come here and finding no desire in entering a place that was considered one of the least welcoming in the country, but what Felina had told him about it made it seem like it was brimming with life. She'd told him that the day scene was hard business, people moving about between work and home, everyone doing their jobs and doing them well, all focused on improving this city and making it something the be jealous over, but the night life was where this city really shined. The streets were lined with neon, the roads decorated with the glow of traffic moving at quick speed through the streets. People party, people dance, people drank, and above all people loved. What he saw as he entered the city showed none of that. what he could see were people cleaning up the latest destroyed building from some misfired missile, some missed shot left behind by a less than careful duo of terrorists that looked for any reason to show off their firepower against even the lightest of threats. This was a couple that the police had been trying to find for years, but the moment that the fight was over their plane seemed to just end. That wasn't the only problem in this city, however. The destroyed buildings, had lead to the destruction of the economy for this city. Businesses that were here were either destroyed or moved out of town meaning that those that did work here would be left without jobs. Homelessness was only the tip of the issue as it stemmed other worst problems with drug and gang violence.

John couldn't see all of this from his drive, but what little he did see, cats hovering around barrels, other cats holding signs looking for work, even other ones seeking their chemical comforts in broad daylight, had left him with a far sterner look in his eyes, but as he pulled into the police parking lot he knew that things were only going to get worse from here.

The moment that he entered through the door a few of the officers quickly stood up to approach him, their hands outstretched and their orders barked for him to stop in his tracks. One even had a hand on his hip mounted pistol as if John was going to try and fight them without any reason at all. All eyes turned to him, but it was the voice of an angel that saved him from having to turn around and go home. Her voice wasn't the most feminine that he'd ever heard, but the authority behind it meant that it didn't need to be. The way he heard her order her officers to stand down made his heart skip and jump, his face rolling into a confident smirk as she stepped around her crew to lightly place a hand on John's shoulder.

"I wasn't sure if you'd gotten my letter." She said softly, her own smile breaking her always stone expression.

"An email would be cheaper." He'd reply quickly.

"Last I checked you had me blocked on your email."

"No, I just stopped answering because it takes two weeks to get a response" he complained, not intending to have his comment come off as sharp, but it was harsh enough that her smile faded a bit and a sigh rolled from her lips.

"Yeah. We've got some serious problems going on."

"Felina, I don't know what's going on with your friend there, but we need to get back to our meeting!" Came the roaring order of another feline that looked over John in a very testing and judgmental way.

"Sorry, Uncle. I think we're closing in on the Kings gang, but the waters are getting too hot to keep jumping in alone, so I sent out to John Harrison to help track them down and bring them in. I just need you to deputize him for this mission."

The uncle stood there, still looking at this shepard closely while his fingers moved up to his chin to slowly stroke at the fur on his face, "Absolutely not. We don't need some dog to help us with our missions."

"Uncle... Everyone else is busy on assignments. John is an old friend of mine and he's very skilled in a fight. I need him... umm. For this. I need him for this."

The narrowed gaze of the commander found both of them quickly, his eyes shifting back and forth between them before turning quickly away and ordering them both into his office. As they walked their eyes met one another, their glances touching and for a second the entire world seemed to melt away and both could give a soft smirk of a smile. When the door closed behind them, though, their reality was brought right back where it belonged and the captain feline captain didn't look too happy at all.

"Listen," He started, leaning forward with his hands on his desk, "I don't trust nothing but cats, but if my daughter says that you're good then I'll take her word for it. She's working on a case to track down a gang that's been stirring up a lot of trouble around here. We've put men inside, we've tried strings, but nothing ever seems to work out. I just need you guys to hit the streets on it, see if there's anything that you can find out. If you can then let us know back here. The kings are pushing a lot of product and we need that off of the streets before anyone gets hurt by it."

To this John nodded, understanding what he was being told and more than willing to help in anyway that he can. It's been a while since he was the one receiving orders directly, but it felt good not to have the weight of the world on his shoulders for a change.

* * *

They'd already been driving around for a while, the white vehicle with blue trimming and markings showed itself as a police squad car in this town, but left itself parked on the side of the road with John seated in the driver's seat and Felina approaching from the side after exiting a local store with a bag of snacks in hand. The shepard turned his head towards her when she opened the door, watching her turn that fine, soft, perfectly muscled rear straight into the soft cushion of the passenger seat. She could see him staring at her butt, and with a light giggle leaned over to her previous lover to purr softly against his cheek as she nuzzled into him.

"When you stare at me like that it makes me anxious." She told him, biting her lower lip and planting a soft kiss to the base of his jaw-line.

When he turned his head to aim a kiss for her lips he would receive a sandwich pressed to his mouth that would absorb the romance from this strong shepard. As he blinked he took the sandwich, looking over it quickly, but accepting it none the less before turning his attention back to the factory and in the moment that his attention was off of her the shepard could feel the pressure of her body leaning slowly against his own, pressing to him with a gentle purr rolling from the back of her throat. Ever since she saw him there had been this tension between them, the feline wanting to push herself on this strong male, but now that stress seemed to melt away between them. Their hearts pound in their chest, his arms pulling her tighter until those beating chests would tap and thump between them. With a lean of his head forward their lips connected, their maws gently massaging one another with a deep and lusty feel that forced their figures to twist and move in unison. Every gentle moan pulled from their lips was met with another deep and longing tone that echoed between them. His stiffening chest crushing more against hers as his body naturally flexed to impress the feline that was already throwing herself into his arms.

Felina was forced to wait until they were alone to show her feelings, any kind of non-feline romance being looked down on by everyone else in this town. It was one thing to have old women whispering behind her back, but when it came to the harsher reactions she's seen towards non-feline relationships this officer felt that she needed to keep her feelings in check. Now they were alone, they were in private, they were supposed to be doing their job, but all they could do was hold one another while their tongues lightly ran across the surface of another. Even the light scratching of their sharp teeth touching against the surface of those bumpy mouth muscles didn't bother either while John passed his hand slowly down along her amazing curves, the feline body soft, firm, and still very beautiful against his touch. It was when her hand moved down between his powerful legs that he'd feel her digits wrap around that already stiffening cock, pulling against it to inch him a little closer to her. The heat from both of them showing that she didn't mind quelling her need right there in the police car. The only thing that stopped them was the sudden shattering of their windshield as a tear of bullets broke through it.

Both gasped quickly, John moving to cover Felina with his body as the rounds passed by them one after another. Well trained hands moved in unison to grip their doors and open them at once, spreading the wings of this car to creature cover while they crawled from the seats out into the street below. The machine gun fire continued, riddling the vehicle over and over again with bullets that found themselves caught or flattened against the armored interior of the car. Already Felina was on the radio, speaking over it about how they were under fire, about how they needed backup, and receiving a quick confirmation from the dispatch. They both knew the truth, though, by the time any other cars got out here it would only be to identify the two and put them in black easy to zip up bags. If they wanted to survive this then they were going to need to fight back quickly.

John saw Felina pulling her pistol out, her hand already pulling back the receiver on it before the canine barked her, "Non-lethal only!"

"What?!" She roared back at him, looking at the dog like he was insane with that kind of order.

"We don't need to kill them to take them out."

Felina was already putting her gun away, thinking about what she could do that wouldn't kill people, "Alright then. Pull the trunk lever by the seat. I've got something in the trunk."

The shepard nodded quickly to her as his hand jerked at this lever, even threatening to rip it off if it would make the trunk open faster, but that audible click sounded allowing them to retreat even further to the back of the car so that when she reached into it she could pull out a full sized 12 gauge shotgun. John looked at her curiously at first, but before he could ask her how this weapon was any less fatal than her sidearm she lifted up the special designed shells marked with a bean-bag tip. This wasn't a dangerous weapon, it was just a weapon that sucked to get hit by. At least a normal firearm had the decency to kill you, but this one would knock you straight on your butt without even a touch of wind left in your chest. As she felt the grip of the pump action lever the soft smirk rolled over her face leaving her to to feed the first round into the chamber and give John a quick nod.

"Do you need a weapon too?" She asked softly, the sparks from constant gunfire flying over their heads.

"Nah, I've got it covered." he returned to her, his hands pulling gloves from his pocket that he'd quickly pull on over his palms. When he gripped his fist down an arch of electricity would course between the steel plated knuckles leaving him ready to take out some of these clowns.

Felina smiled to him before raising herself just above the top of this vehicle, her weapon already aimed at the man that had been shooting at them so that when she fired that bag would fly hard and true from the tip of her weapon before smacking the guy right in the shoulder with enough force that his entire body was made to turn. She'd hoped to hit him in his hand so that he would lose his machine gun, but there was no such luck. It was at her surprise that John was already charging in, and left her shouting his name as she guessed that he must not have seen that this attacker was still very armed. When that machine gun lifted it pointed right at the shepard and with a pull of the trigger his own arms would lift to block his head while the rapid-fire bullets crushed and sparked off of his body. Every single round would bounce off of him until that magazine was empty and this canine had his hands around a muscular feline's throat. The single left that he made would bring this cat off of his feet right before being slammed into the concrete surface of this street. The hard punch that followed would surge energy through that attacker's body leaving him shaking for a bit before collapsing entirely.

"Yeah, I think this is the place." he said back over his shoulder towards Felina, making sure that she was ok and catching up to him.

"We can't wait for backup, we need to go in now and take this gang down before they move again." She told him leaving the dog to agree with her quickly.

Her hands felt over his body in a worried look, a curious display, but given that his shirt was now full of holes from the constantly firing weapon her hand gripped it to tear what remained off of his body entirely and expose the look of that near skin-tight battle armor clinging to his body. She had to wear her flack vest over her clothes, it was simply too bulky to wear underneath, but even her body armor wasn't likely to stop a constant wave of bullets like his did. As she felt her hand over it she could swear that she felt his muscles underneath before his hands reached up to take hold of her own and lower them away from his figure.

"It's a highly flexible body suit that my team wears at all time in case of meta attacks. It can stop bullets and quite a bit more if it comes down to it." he explained to her quickly, turning his attention towards that building that must already be on high alert if they heard the man out here shooting for the last couple minutes.

These men might be thugs and gang-members but they weren't entirely stupid. When the fire-fight ended and their man didn't immediately come back they knew something was up. Already they were packing up their supplies to move them, and if they managed to do this then the police force would have to start all over again in their attempts to track down this high profile gang. Their weapons were ready, firearms of all shapes and size prepared in advance to defend this entire building with their lives if they had to. A boot hit the steel door at the front side of this place, leaving it to bend a bit before the next kick banged straight through and left the door falling completely off of its hinges. The german shepard stood there in the light of day that now poured into this place, his body black out by the shadows that seemed to touch him thanks to the bright glow behind him, but this alone wouldn't force them to put down their guns and when triggers were pulled John lifted his arms once again to charge forward. His armor was designed to withstand quite leaving these bullets as less than the annoyance of flies to him as he closed in on the first thug with a right cross against the boy's jaw. This feline's head jerked to the side quickly, his eyes dazed while the shock of those gloves passed through his entire body and forced him to drop down to the ground.

Felina wasn't far behind him, picking up the stragglers with a quick and skilled shot of her bean-bag loaded shotgun. John couldn't have eyes on everyone all the time and so as she followed him in she turned the barrel of her weapon towards the far corner to find a person already taking aim at the shepard's back. Her trigger pull was faster and when he felt the bag hit him in the side of the head he wasn't awake for the feeling of his body collapsing against the ground. John's path was taking him straight back, so the feline's path would move behind the crates and counters that were stacked up and pick off those ones that he managed to piss with his fists. When she rounded it they already looked confused, hearing her shot, but unable to see what happened before two more rang out and dropped them as well. If this was a race then John was clearly winning, but if they were to compete with numbers then she would quite obviously have a lead already.

The wood on the crate beside her burst with weapon's fire, leaving Felina to gasp in surprise and turn her weapon to the man that was shooting at her, some boy with a pistol and a lot of mistakes on his already young adult life stared her down, but by the time he pulled his trigger again an arm would be lifted in front of that barrel to stop it the bullet the moment it exited the weapon. With a deep growl John shoved the kid back to force this boy against the door he stood in front of, making him bounce against it before a large boot lifted to crush against those ribs and send the attacker through that doorway where another man was simply sitting down sipping some tea through the entire gunfight happening in the other room. The long slurp that sounded out allowed him to savor the flavor of his drink before that fine cup was placed back down on the saucer. This chubby feline turned his head towards the two, tilting it just a bit before releasing a gentle chuckle. All of his men behind them grunting and groaning on the ground as the worked to either wake up to at least try to scratch at the ground for any kind of footing at all.

"I'm sorry, it just ain't too oft'n that we get any dogs in this here town." He said to them, straightening himself up just a bit more, "Guess it's a good thing you showed up 'cause you helped li'l kitty here finally track me down."

Felina stepped forward, her weapon pointed at the fat cat's skull while she waited for any signs to give her a reason to pull the trigger on him. Her mouth opened to speak, but before it could this male cat's voice came forward again, "So tell me, now that you caught me and all, how'd you fine me? Was it Jackie? I bet it was Jackie that spineless wimp."

"We got out leads, but I'm not telling you where we got it Franz." She told him, finally feeling comfortable enough to reach back in her belt to pull out some handcuffs.

As she started to walk around the table the chubby cat would already be putting his hands behind his back, "Hey, I ain't struggle'n, but let me just say this. My boys know what youz two was do'n out there. If I'm put in jail then there's no one to tell them not to spread the word around that Officer Feline is a bloodhound."

John stepped forward with a narrowed glare, his sparking knuckles coming down on the wooden surface of the table to leave slight burn marks against it. "You listen here, you little shit. If you even think about telling.."

"John!" Feline interrupted quickly, "It's fine."

"I can known him out real quick, at least then we won't have to listen to him talk anymore."

Her hands gripped down against those handcuffs, listening to the clicks of them as they grew tighter and tighter around his wrist, "That's what he wants. If you attack him then he gets off with no jail time and all of this starts all over again. I've got him in custody, so just calm down." She explained to him, smirking at her man who was already smiling back. "Besides, let him tell people about us. Even if the entire town turns against me, he'll be in jail, and I have another place I can go."

John chuckled gently, his head nodding quickly with a bright grin, "You sure do, kitten. Anytime you want, my door is open."

"Ugh God.. Can I please be arrested now. Anymore of this crap and I'm going to throw up."

Almost like they were summoned from magic the distant sounds of sirens echoed through the neighborhood. The longer they let him sit the louder it got, but they weren't going to keep him comfortable for long as her pull on his shoulder would lift the fat feline from his seat and drag him along with her through the building of downed thugs and hired goons. Before they could even make it outside a heavily armored swat team burst in the same way that John had, their weapons up and ready, their voices shouting to anyone that was even daring to move, while they secured the factory quickly. Felina and John simply stood there, unblinking, un-threatened, while the commander stepped up towards them with his hand wrapped around a pistol to take aim only to find no reason for it at all. By the time he approached this crime boss his judgmental glare rolled from the criminal towards the two of them. There were no words shared, none needed to be while his team grabbed hold of the chubby cat and started to escort him away. The long look around the building proved even more impressive before he finally looked back at the both of them.

"Felina," He said officially, "What is the protocol for entering a building with armed assailants?"

She was surprised, her ears folding back while her uncle clearly grilled her, "Call for backup and wait. BUT if we did then he would have..."

"Feline..." He interrupted and narrowed his eyes at her, "The reason for this protocol is to keep you safe. Do you have any idea what it would do to me if you got shot?"

"Sorry Uncle, but we did get all of them without one fatal wound." She spoke up quickly, hoping to make up for breaking protocol.

"Yes you did. For that, I'm proud of you. You should take a couple days off to rest."

"WHAT?! BUT WHY?!"

"Because it's going to take a couple days to process all of this paperwork from these people. There will be a stack of papers on your desk when you get back." he explained to her, lifting a brow at the light chuckles, and gentle laughter that both Felina and John were giving off from how stressed and serious the situation had just gotten.

"Alright Uncle. I'll be on call if you need me."

* * *

The mission was complete, his duty having been finished, but now that he was done fighting the streets it was time to fulfill his duty to the beautiful feline that had called him out here. He'd been resting on the couch for a bit, his body armor set to the side leaving him wearing nothing more than a sleeveless shirt and pair of boxers. The tight muscles of his body pressing against the fabric of his shirt while that nicely sized package did the same to his boxers. When he herd the door behind him close John turned his head to look at the lovely feline that had also changed. No longer wearing that bulky body armor, no longer wearing that baggy police uniform. Instead she had changed into a hugging pair of yoga pants that gripped her legs like another pair of skin, the softness of them layering on top of those hard thigh muscles and leaving this shepard with his mouth hanging open. When he turned his eyes up along her body it showed her figure wrapped in a tank top that clung to her breasts tightly. With her armor on it was hard to tell just how big her breasts were, but now that they were free this canine could see their large size swaying and twisting with her movements sultry movements. Felina knew her body well, knew how to make it pop, and with her steps carefully bringing her around the couch by the time she was in front of him those boxers would already be tented against the pole underneath.

"It's been way too long." She admitted to him, licking her lips slowly while she lifted her arms above her head while straddling his body, "I haven't been able to get with anyone since we were last together. Nobody can even begin to compare to what we had that week."

John's hands ran along her clothed figure, feeling her rump through her pants, feeling her abs as they crushed against his own, and wrapping his fingers around those sultry tits from the outside of her shirt to grip and roll them in his hands. Even from here he couldn't fully hold her large chest, finding it's size perfect for a shepard like himself as her arms hooked around the back of his neck and pull him in closer to them.

"If I could take you away from this place then I'd give you that treatment for a lot longer than just a week." He told her, making a promise to her that he had ever intention of keeping if he ever had the opportunity to act on it. For now she smiled to his comment, enjoying that he enjoyed her so very much.

Her voice softly moaned from his attention to her breasts, her head leaning back a bit, but John wasn't the kind of guy to throw his line into the water without first playing with it. In a fast twist of his body he'd plant Feline down immediately into the couch he was sitting on, her arms clinging to him tightly only to finally relax. With this shepard looking down over her she could see the strength of his body, the towering mass that made her feel safe, secure, and so very hot between her legs. What John was able to see was the amazingly beautiful build of large breasts, a gorgeous face, and a woman that he'd long since fallen in love with only to lose once. If he was going to eventually be with her then he was going to need to show her the kind of romance that she simply couldn't walk away from again. The way that John looked at her made her heart race, her blood boiling to the idea that he was going to pleasure her in a way that she could never find again. Her own teeth coming down on her bottom lip only for him to finally grip at her yoga pants and pull them away.

An easy slide brought them down to her ankles, but rather than removing them entirely the canine knelt against them. She tried to lift her legs, but only found that her feet were trapped on the floor and his hands were spreading her knees apart. When she looked down at him Felina could see John's head vanished behind her large breasts, their size blocking her view only for those eyes to widen when his tongue ran across the length of her pussy lips. Her hips arched, lifting against his face as her own maw hung open in a deep and longing moan. The canine tongue was different than the feline one, where hers was course and rough his was smooth, long, and above all very wide. When this tongue spread her pussy lips she could feel the full girth of it leaving her hands to grip at her own large breasts to play with them, unable to resist his advances at all as her hips and thighs tensed up tightly.

"J.. John!" She called to him, her voice echoing off of her own walls while that tongue danced inside of her. Every inch of her tight tunnel was rubbed against that tongue, the way that her body was made to move was guided by the bending and curling of his mouth muscle like a hand puppet on the tip of his snout. With his throat tasting her deliciously damp cunny his nose was given free reign to grind against that little nub at the tip of it. Felina couldn't stop herself from panting, couldn't keep herself from moaning loudly, and with all of this hitting her so quickly she couldn't prevent her voice from screaming out as the sensation of her fem-cream filled his maw and pushed his cheeks out to the sides. In long gulps he'd drink it down, smiling to the beautiful feline woman who was trying to catch her breath, but he wasn't done with her yet, not even in the least.

John had managed to leave her panting, driving her into recovery mode, but the feline wasn't going to just be pleasured by the man she loved and not give him something back. With her foot finally pulling free of her pants she'd hook her leg around his body so that when she twisted he'd be slammed against the soft seat of the couch. John grunted to the sudden force, but felt his thick dick throbbing as a result of it. When Felina gripped at his boxers she had to lift them away from the hard tent pole that was left behind, not willing to damage it for a second while she moved to face away from him. That fine ass was right in his face, his hands were able to reach up for them and feel over that nice cushion only for her to slowly bring her already cum soaked pussy down across the fur of his abs until his thick meat would poke up from behind her cream covered cunt. Those thighs clamped down in an instant leaving John's head to jerk back quickly in shock and surprise. The feeling of those thighs gripping around his shaft doing all the work as she rolled her hips side to side and her legs up and down. The motion was to make small circles around his shaft, playing along his dick while she moaned to her lover from how it rubbed her damp slit.

John's hands reached for her top, pulling her shirt from her body quickly as she hooked her arm around the back of his head. Those furry feline breasts shook and crushed against him from one side while the two kiss deeply and longingly against each other's lips. In this moment they shared their breath, feeling the warmth of their tongues rolling and sliding across the surface which left them both to moan while Felina continued to try and grind her thighs on both sides of his canine meat. Every inch that she pulled his hips would lift to slam them back to him. John wanted her, and the throbbing of his thick now juice covered shaft would prove it.

He didn't even say anything to her, just pulling his lips from hers, pulling his tongue from her maw, and turning his hips to bring her down across the arm of the couch so that her knees were against the cushions and her hips were high in the air. As John gripped her large butt, he'd deliver a nicely placed slap against it, watching the beautiful butt hold stiff and strong against his hit only to be rewarded with her pussy being spread open all over again. The hard thrust of his hips brought him deep within her, taking her fully and completely in a hard stroke that jerked her body forward just enough that his strong arms gripping those hips would pull her back to him. The deep growl of lust rolled from his throat, his eyes watching this amazing woman while she looked back at him. Both mouths hung open while their voices mixed in tone and pitch to fill the air of this living room.

"J.. John... John.. John!" She cried out, calling his name loudly as she felt him taking her so fast and deep all at once.

Her walls clinching, her belly throbbing against the spreading cock that filled her so completely. Every hard hit to her hips left Felina moaning out deeply, left her able to hear the sound of their bodies clapping together while her depths grew tighter by the second. Claws ran across the couch, scratching its surface while her thick breasts crushed to the arm before finally her loud roar would take the place of her moans. The kitty cream that burst from her depths splattered John's hips, coating his thick member in a health new coat of pain which left her panting and mewling in place. Her deep and loud purr leaving her collapsed against the arm of this couch where this shepard smirked easily to the beautiful woman below her. It had been a while since they last had their fun, but when he started to pull back her leg would hook around the back of his hips to stop him.

"You.. You're not going anywhere." She said to her man through her deep and longing pants, "You haven't... haven't cum yet."

"And here I was going to let you take a break." He suggested, smiling at how she pulled together enough strength to keep him in place.

Those strong muscles pushed against the couch, shoving her hips back into his large cock so that as his butt found a seat once again he'd look up to see her over him. This feline almost growled to the dog while she immediately began bouncing. She might have been tired, but she wasn't out yet and she most certainly wasn't going to let him get away with two of her climaxes and none of his own. Now that she was on top she'd bounce in place, her thick and juicy tits lifting and falling as she used that strong body to lift herself up only to drop back down again. Every inch of his thick shaft was deep inside of her, the creamy goo that she left across the surface of it splashing around his base as her hands gripped at his chest hold him down. Her soft mews called out in easy tones while her tail swayed and turned in place. John couldn't get away even if he wanted to, but as she faced him and rode his hot cock his hands would rise up to grip at her beautiful tits, feeling them, touching them, playing with every inch of them while the feline used him entirely. Her pace was amazing for someone that just climaxed, but she wasn't giving up, not even for a second.

"Ugh.. Felina.. Slow down... too fast." He told her, but she didn't listen, taking his dick at full speed with every drop leaving her sitting completely on his lap so that not even the slightest inch of dick would be left outside of her body.

John couldn't keep himself from panting, his tongue rolling from the corner of his mouth while he was held in placed and properly fucked by this amazing feline that wanted his canine cream so badly that she'd fight her own exhaustion to get it. while he felt her tits, his hands found their way to her hips, rubbing them, feeling them tense up and then relax on the way back down. Every proper hit leaving him grunting all that much more before the throbbing sensation at the tip of his dick finally overpowered him and left him barking out in his deep tone to release a loud howl coupled with the hot spray of his juicy seed that filled her tunnel, her depths, and even her womb. His hips twitched, his cock pulsated in time with his heart, and with Felina finally collapsing down on top of his body she'd purr gently to him with light kisses pecking against the side of his cheek over and over again.

"Mmmmm.. This is going to be a fun couple of days."