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Episode 1 : Fiona and Saxon

"Charlie!"

The Whippet stopped in his tracks as he was walking through the lobby. That was not Agnes' happy voice, and he was pretty sure he knew why.

He turned to face her, and started walking to the main desk, "What is it, boss?"

"I just had a request for Fiona." The old hag sneered at him, "And now I'm hearing that you gave her the night off?"

"Not just her. Saxon as well." He said calmly.

That didn't make her any happier, "Care to explain why we're down two whores on a Friday night?"

"Certainly." He smiled at her. He always played obedient, but in a pinch he could tear her to shreds. He certainly wasn't about to be intimidated by a feeble human woman in her seventies, no matter how nasty she was, "Paulo was about useless. Not willing to budge on his heterosexuality. No value at all for the shows. Hardly worth the price of feeding him to see three or four customers a week, really."

"Still waiting for the point, Charlie." She practically spat at him.

"The point is that Fiona is adorable. Patrick and David have been trying to come up with a stage performance for her for years, but... We just never had a good partner for her." He smiled brightly and went on, "So when you gave me discretion to pick out a new dog boy, and I come across an actual sheepdog? It's a match made in heaven!"

"So, what then?" She almost liked that idea, but she would never admit, "You got them off rehearsing somewhere?"

"Oh, no. We haven't told them yet." He said with a chuckle, "I'm just... Shall we say, letting them develop a relationship in a more organic way."

She eyed him suspiciously.

"They like each other, so I gave them the night off to go play. Hell, right now he's probably about balls deep on round three or four." He continued, "Once they're both comfortable with each other, then we'll pitch the idea of a more... Public display of affection."

"You know, Charlie..." She shook her head, letting her eyes lower to start working on the schedule, "One of these days I'm not going to see the value of one of these little ploys you run, and you will be put in your place."

"Agnes..." He said in mock surprise, "I only ever have what's best for the Pretty Kitty in mind. You know that."

The following Monday morning the lounge was full of dogs. Patrick was running the bar, though just leaning on it for the moment since no one needed drinks. Mitchell was sitting on top of it beside him looking bored. Charlie was at the far end, leaning on one elbow and grinning at the very shocked looking young sheepdog that had just been told some uncomfortable news.

"Oh... Oh boy." Saxon shook his head a few times, the fuzzy mop that covered his eyes swaying at the motion, "I know you said it might be part of my duties, sir, but I didn't think it'd be with her."

"Isn't that better, though?" Charlie said with a chuckle, "Come on, Saxon. You like the girl, and she likes you. It's a good pairing."

"Well, yeah. I mean I really do. Especially after you let us..." He swallowed. He was almost too modest to be a prostitute really, but he did like having sex with women and it wasn't to hard for him to get past it, "In front of a bunch of people, though?"

"It has a couple of advantages you aren't realizing." Charlie said, spinning on his stool to lean back against the bar now, "For one, it means you get to spend a lot more time with her. You'll have to rehearse, and of course you'll fucking an awful lot."

Saxon nodded, looking over at Charlie even though again no one could tell how he could possibly see anything through his hair, "Well that part does sound... Uh, what's the second thing?"

"Well..." Charlie pointed back toward the back end of the lounge, "There's that."

Saxon turned to look, and he just froze.

David led Fiona out of the dressing room by her hand, as if she was a fancy noble on display. The dress she had on was elaborate, light blue with bits of white lace peeking out from under the cuffs and hems. The dress itself flared out like a bell down to her knees, where her delicate legs were covered in high white stockings and pretty blue shoes. She had a wide bonnet on top of her head, tied under her chin with a strap of silk, the ends of which dangled down around the cleavage of her modest bust. To top it all off, she was carrying a shepherd's crook just to complete the outfit.

"So we were thinking sort of a Little Bo Peep theme." Charlie said, putting his arm around the larger man, "I mean, we've got a sheep and a sheepdog. It only makes sense."

Saxon said nothing for long enough to be curious. He didn't move. He just stared at her, with his mouth slightly open.

"Well... How do I look?" Fiona said, giving him a little spin in an attempt to be sexy. She nearly brained David with the stick though, and just as quickly stopped to offer a silent apology. She bent at the knees almost in a curtsy at her mistake, a little motion that was more adorable than any attempt at sexiness, and which her new partner found far more attractive.

"Saxon?" Charlie regarded the young man, "Come on, sweetie. What do you think?"

"Sir... I don't think I've had a single thought since I turned around." He finally said, still just openly staring for a bit, then turning to look back at the Whippet, "Shouldn't... I be the shepherd?"

"Well as much as I'd love to see you wear the dress, we decided to go another way with it." Charlie said with a chuckle, "It's the imagery that's important, not the accuracy. You'll be playing the lovable country bumpkin."

Fiona practically skipped over, absolutely thrilled by his reaction. The pair clasped hands, and she giggled up at him, "I've never done the stage with a partner before, and now it's with you! This is so exciting!"

"You... Want to do it in front of people?" He asked curiously.

"No, I mean..." she looked away shyly, but then back out of the corner of her eye, "I want to do it with you. This means we can. Like... A lot."

He smiled. He couldn't help it, even as nervous as he still was. Then he looked over at Charlie, "May we be excused, sir?"

Charlie had taken a step back to give them space, and was now regarding them with folded arms and a knowing smile, "Oh... Off for a little dress rehearsal? Or should I say a little undress rehearsal, perhaps?"

"No sir." Came the reply as he looked Fiona up and down once again with a grin, "The dress stays on."

Fiona giggled up at him again. Most of the brothers all laughed, and even Mitchell couldn't help but smile as he shook his head.

"I think we can spare you for an hour or two." Charlie said, turning to walk over to his brothers at the bar now, "Have fun kids."

"Don't stain the dress!" David called as they practically ran right past him, Fiona stuffing the crook into his hands as she went.

"No promises!" Saxon called back.

She ran ahead of him and he fell in step right behind her, watching her giggle and spin to look back at him. He felt something odd. He felt compelled to stick to her, and make sure she never got too far away. He felt something that he assumed had been lost in the change, that he would never need anyway. He was supposed to be with her. He was supposed to keep her safe, and make sure she made it to wherever she needed to go.

He cared so much about her, but this wasn't that. He was a herd dog, and she was a sheep. It was his purpose.

Once they got to her room, she darted to the far side while he closed the door behind them to lock it. At first they just gazed at each other across the room. Her, smiling gently and willing at the big dog she liked so much. Him... Oddly serious.

"Saxon?" She asked, her smile fading into something a little more concerned, "Are you alright?"

He just nodded at first, then took a single step toward her, "I... Chasing you here. Something just happened. Deep inside me."

She fell silent, so he continued, "You are my sheep. I'm... I'm supposed to stay with you. That's what I was bred for. That's what I was meant to do, and I... Felt it. I felt my kind's old purpose. It was... Amazing."

"You mean..." She took a step toward him as well now, the smile returning to her face, "You felt it too?"

He looked at her almost in shock, "Wait, you..."

"I feel safe with you." She said, taking the final steps toward him to take up his hands in hers, "I felt it from the first moment I saw you, like you had gravity pulling me in. I just... Wanted to be near you, and I couldn't explain it."

"I like you a lot, Fiona... But this isn't that, is it?" He said, giving her hands a squeeze, "It was instinct. I didn't think there was any of that left in us."

"I think so too, but..." She nodded, smiling up at him, "It brought us together."

He nodded down at her. It did do that. Even if it wasn't love at first sight, it was still a place to start from, and one that would be hard to deny.

She pulled him gently with her to the foot of the bed, turning him to reach up and push on his chest to get him to lie back on it. He didn't fight it, scooting himself up so his legs wouldn't be dangling over the side and watching as did a little spin for him again. This one wasn't trying to be sexy, she just wanted him to look at her.

"You do like it, right?" She asked, twisting a little back and forth when she was done to make the hem of the dress swirl around her, "Does it make me look pretty?"

"You were already pretty." He said, smiling back at her, "It just looks like something a girl as pretty as you should be wearing."

She giggled madly at that, her hands coming up to clasp in front of her, bending at the knees in joy at hearing him say it. He silently thought to himself that it was gestures like that they should be using if they were going to be doing a show together. If he found it that alluring, most other people probably would to.

"I want you, Fiona." He said, letting his smile fade, "I don't care where. I don't care who is watching. I just want you."

She moved up closer, reaching out to start undoing his slacks and pull them off. He was already rock hard, about twelve inches of canine and man, standing proud and pink, lumpy and pointed all at once. Once she had his pants off her hands came down, pulling up her dress to slip her thumbs under the lacy panties they had picked out for the outfit, and start sliding them down slowly. To his disappointment the dress came down with them, obscuring the sight of it just as her pretty little sex would have come into view.

He didn't feel cheated for too long, though. She climbed up the bed over him, moving over his thighs and fluffing the dress out to flutter around them. He caught a glimpse this time, and a whiff. She was as wet as he was hard. He felt it touch him then, warm and moist as it came up against the underside of his shaft and pressed it up against his belly, the gentle lips parted slightly around it as she started to grind on him a bit.

"Please, don't tease me." He said, gasping now as he looked up at her, as she smiled gently from under the lovely bonnet like the most proper young girl he'd ever seen, "I need to feel it inside of you."

She giggled again, one hand lowering between their thighs to reach under the hem once more and give him a little space to see. She gripped the tip of him lightly, and he watched as her pussy slowly slid up the length of him, paused, then slid back again... This time with his manhood trapped inside. He was big, but she was a prostitute. It fit like it was meant to be there, all the way down to the base.

Again she flared the dress to obscure the view, but it didn't matter anymore. All he had eyes for was her. She began to rise and fall above him, letting her eyes half close at the feel of him and letting out a little hum of a moan that he found downright adorable. She reached up to start trying to undo the silk laces that held the top half of the outfit in place, but he lifted a hand up to stop her.

"Leave it on." He said, biting his lip a little and adding, "I like it."

She giggled again, and started to pick up the pace. Soon she didn't need to. He couldn't help himself and started thrusting up at her. She liked that, letting her hands just come up to rest near her shoulders, letting her head tilt down to look back up at him through her lashes. It was cuter than it was seductive, even as her little breasts bounced with the motion of his shaft as it pistoned into her.

He was getting close, and they both knew what that meant.

"I'm almost there..." He gasped, "Do you... Want me to..."

One of her hands came down, resting on his belly as a shudder went through her, "Leave it in... I like... The way it..."

Her words were cut off as he started in faster, shallow thrusts just from the base of him. She could feel it swelling inside of her already. It had scared her a little the first time, but now she wanted it. She liked feeling his knot lock them together, so much so that just the feel of it beginning was all it took to send her over the edge. She arched her back, throwing her head back with a cute little squeak of a cry as her whole body danced with the waves of pleasure flowing through it.

He lost himself soon after, lunging up into her one last time with a force that suspended his backside off the mattress. He fired his seed deep into her body in thick ribbons, bucking just a little with each blast. She could barely contain it all, and it couldn't escape around him now that they were connected. All it could do was fill her. Every part of her, stuffed to the brim with her canine lover's cum.

That part wouldn't be in the show. No, the crowd would want to see his ejaculate fly. This was for them. Only for them.

She collapsed onto his chest, the pair heaving breaths for several long minutes as they basked in the glow. She could have pulled herself off him with a little effort, but she didn't want to. She left him inside of her, swollen and stretching her, keeping his seed from any hope of escape. Eventually she moved, just a little to nuzzle up under his chin with a sigh.

"I've never had sex this good." She said with a whisper.

He was quiet for a second, considering that.

"I don't think that was sex." He said, one hand stroking her back gently. "Fiona... I think we made love."

She rose up a bit to look at him, a smile forming slowly as the words had their way with her, "You... Love me?"

"I do." He said, his smile mirroring her own, "I love you, Fiona."

"My big fluffy protector..." She giggled, it was weak but full of joy. She laid her head back down on his chest again and closed her eyes.

"My love."