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Harsh neon light strobed across the snow-covered parking lot. Amy watched the building sign flash while her dulled claws strummed fretfully on the rusty fender of her truck. No small amount of willpower had taken the German Shepherd to this point.

The Alaskan Bush. The name was fitting for a strip club that counted itself the most popular adult establishment in the Anchorage area. Many a lost and horny soul wound up here to blow their hard-earned money, all just to ogle a pert pair of titties and get a lap dance. No sensible person would ever think to step foot in a place like this.

And yet, here I am standing in this parking lot. In for a penny, I guess.

The bouncer, a wolf with all the physical build of a brick wall, raised his eyebrow as she approached. "Looking for someone?"

Amy tried and mostly succeeded to keep her nerve. "No. Just me."

"Really?" He canted his head and leaned back against the wall with arms crossed. His stare had an amused air to it. "Don't get many chicks coming here alone."

She met his gaze with the beginnings of a scowl. "Is there a cover?" Just let me in before I wuss out.

He shook his head and motioned with a jerk of his muzzle toward the door. After she pushed her way into the even warmth of the interior, it took a moment for the shepherd's eyes to adjust to the lighting. A central stage dominated the open footprint of the establishment, ringed by seats all along the perimeter. What spotlights there were focused in on said stage, leaving the rest of the place dark for privacy's sake. Loud techno music blared, while a group of shadowy patrons waited for the next act to come out. The musk of arousal hung heavy in the stale air.

"What the fuck am I even doing here?" If anyone found out the shepherd was at a strip club--her coworkers in particular--there'd be no living it down.

She needed a beer, any beer. Any form of alcohol, really. Something to take the edge off. Of course, the club had chosen that very moment to change out the taps, and the bartender's apologetic shrug at her follow-up request for something bottled only furthered the dog's frustration. Apparently, they were still icing those down as well.

Hard liquor was not a good idea on second thought. So Amy retreated to a corner of the club and hoped the beer she'd been promised would eventually show up. The couch she ended up in ringed a smaller secluded stage, no doubt for parties that liked to spend a little extra for a more personal show.

Someone keyed a microphone from behind the main stage. "Alright you horny mutts! Up next, we have a saucy little treat for you. She's barely eighteen, barely clothed, and all about shaking that fine, fine tail. Give it up for Sasha!"

A new music track started up, raunchy and suggestive in its beat. The curtains on the edge of the stage flourished, and out emerged a scantily clad husky to a chorus of hoots and jeers. Her pink lingerie did nothing to hide the lush white fur of her sculpted figure as she bounced out into the spotlights and wasted no time mounting the stripper pole.

The husky put on a show for the crowd, twirling and spinning about the pole with a practiced ease. The lingerie only lasted for a minute before ending up on the floor. Money began to appear then, beckoning at her from various waving hands at the edge of the platform. As the music hit its stride, she danced her way from one waving hand to the next, making a show of taking each offered bill.

Amy watched it all from her secluded seat. This was what she'd talked herself into coming for. Wasn't it? The husky was hot. Sure. But something about it all didn't appeal to her. What really was the reason to come to a strip club anyway? She could always find all the porn she wanted online. Maybe you had to be drunk to enjoy the show? Good odds that everyone else here is already plastered.

A movement drew the German Shepherd's gaze toward an offered tray with a bottle of beer. She followed the hand holding the tray up to find a fetching vixen smiling down at her. She froze like a deer in the headlights.

The fox nodded to the beer. "Sorry about that. Ben's still new and he's working on his serving skills. Here's that Wuff Lite you ordered."

She had on only a pair of skimpy lingerie, very similar to the dancer on stage, which struggled valiantly to keep her pert breasts contained as she leaned in to give Amy a generous view.

"You ordered a Wuff, right?" She brought the tray down a little closer, making Amy start.

"Ah, yes." She had one false start before managing to pluck the bottle from the tray. To her dismay, the beer was only slightly chill to the touch. But that hardly stopped her from taking a swig. A beat later, she remembered to tip. "Sorry, I just really needed that."

"S'ok." The fox's smile was honest. "I can understand after a long day."

When Amy finally managed to produce her wallet, she grimaced upon finding no cash inside. _Fuck me and my reliance on credit cards. How did I not think of this?_The vixen was still waiting. "Well, shit. I'm so sorry. I didn't bring any cash." Her ears splayed. "I didn't think ahead. Can I--"

The fox's dismissive wave of a hand cut her off. "Don't worry about it. It's alright." The serving tray did a showy twirl in her hands as she let her smile become a shit-eating grin. "Not like I did anything other than walk ten feet over to you. Shit, damn beer isn't even cold."

Amy eyed the beer in question and took another healthy pull for good measure. Warm or not, beer was beer and she wasn't going to waste it. She made a show of wiping her muzzle as she set the bottle down on the nearby table. "Let me buy another one so I can at least leave a tip on the card."

Another dismissive wave came in response. "I said don't worry about it, silly." To Amy's surprise, the fox took possession of the same couch, sitting rather close. Suddenly the blaring techno music dropped away into a distant buzz as the shepherd felt all kinds of conflicting emotions well up. "So, what brings you to a place like this?

She didn't know what to say and let the silence build uncomfortably.

"There's nothing wrong with coming here alone," the fox eventually spoke, after realizing Amy wasn't going to reply. She'd obviously already put two and two together, judging by the disarming smile she wore across her muzzle.

"I doubt it." Amy's tone was mocking of herself. "I'm not sure what I was thinking, coming here. It wasn't what I was expecting." _Or what I was hoping for?_She grabbed her beer with the intent to finish it so she could get up to leave.

A gentle hand on her shoulder stopped the German Shepherd with the bottle hovering inches from her whiskers. "Nothing wrong with wanting to try a strip club to see what it's all about." The vixen was closer now, so close that Amy could feel the fox's body heat radiating through her fur. "Nothing to be ashamed about."

Amy's tail wanted to tuck between her legs. "I'm not ashamed. It's just," she trailed off, watching the dancer on the stage twirl around the pole for a pregnant pause, "I don't know what others would think if they knew."

"So what if they do? There's nothing wrong with being attracted to women. Nothing at all."

The saucy music took over at length, until Amy sucked in a heavy breath. The vixen's hand on her shoulder was still there. "I know. I know." Never thought I'd be having this talk with a stripper. "It's just. It's almost expected that I'd be gay. Everyone just assumed, and I'm not happy that they were right all along."

"And so what if they were?" The vixen removed her hand from Amy's shoulder and came to sit on her knees, still quite close on the couch cushion. Her reproachful glare made the shepherd's ears wilt further. "You shouldn't care about that." Her countenance softened then. "My name's Julie. You can talk to me about it."

Amy averted her gaze toward the stage. At that moment, the husky was seated on the edge of the platform giving a group of patrons an unimpeded view between her spread legs. A series of bills rained down upon her in response. This is not how I expected this night to go. S_he forced herself to turn back to the vixen perched at her side. "I shouldn't be holding you up. You're not making any money listening to me blab on." _Or is she after something else?

"I'm about to go off shift. Humor me."

She weighed her options. The door was only a few paces away, and she didn't have to stay. No one was making her. But then, something held the German Shepherd fast where she sat. A war raged within.

Amy's heavy sigh signaled her defeat as she fell back into the couch. "Alright. You win. My name's Amy." A pause. "I'm a state trooper." She spoke like she was confessing at an Alcoholics Anonymous session. "I only became one a few months ago after working for Anchorage P.D."

Julie invited her to continue with that same alluring smile of hers.

"In all of my time working law enforcement, I've had this stigma hanging over my head. Everyone just assumes I'm that stereotypical lesbo cop out to prove how manly she can be. I mean, look at me." She motioned angrily to herself. "I look the part with my flat chest and shit. Tomboy through and through. German Shepherd to boot. I'm just Exhibit A for why the stereotype exists in the first place. And I'm not helping it by coming here tonight, either."

When the shepherd had run out of breath, she was surprised to hear Julie start laughing. "That's hardly anything to be ashamed about." When Amy furrowed her brow at the fox she held up a hand to fend off a retort. "You're talking to a stripper, mind you." She leaned back further with an arm across the backrest of the couch, looking rather smug. "I'm just a twenty-something girl who's taking it off to put herself through nursing school after all. Innocent as can be until I mount the pole to show off the goods." Her grin only grew smugger and Amy swore she was purposely striking a seductive pose. "I think, perhaps, I have you beat."

It took her a moment to realize the fox was being serious. "Oh. I'm sorry. Here I am bitching."

"Don't be. I'm not." Julie shrugged. "It's good money. It's putting me through nursing school and paying the bills. I got a good thing going for me."

"Is the money... really worthwhile?"

Julie leaned forward, which had the consequence of thrusting her bosom right back into the shepherd's focus. "I wouldn't be showing myself off to a bunch of horny mutts otherwise. Men aren't my type, which makes it easier to do this job if I'm honest."

"Oh." Wait, did--

Julie caught the attention of a passing waitress. "Hey, can you grab us two Wuffs?"

Her counterpart, a chipper malamute, favored Amy over the bridge of her nose. "Getting to know the clientele again?"

"You know me. Only stripper in Anchorage who buys the rounds." The malamute winked and glided off toward the bar, leaving Amy to stare incredulously. Julie simply shrugged again. "Hey, can't leave you with an empty beer. It's on me. Consider it a compliment for mustering the willpower to come tonight."

Only in the ensuing awkward silence did she realize the blaring music had died away. The husky on stage was busy walking the perimeter to collect any bills she had missed during her routine, clearly quite satisfied with the night's take. Her subsequent exit, disappearing into a veiling curtain along the far wall, came with one last teasing flourish of her curled tail. That's all there is to a stripper dance?

"So, a trooper, eh?" When Amy turned back to Julie, her vulpine counterpart made a show of toying with a whisker. "That's quite the profession. You must have so many stories."

The change of topic offered the shepherd a welcomed escape. "Well, I've only been on the force for a few months. But... yeah, it's crazy. It's more that I hear the truly crazy ones from the seasoned veterans."

"I always figured I had one of the more interesting professions, what with the folks that breeze in here on any given day. It can be a bit crazy. But, man," she easily plucked the offered beer from her colleague's passing tray in one smooth motion, "You get to see the craziest of the crazy. And that's Alaskan crazy, to boot. This state is wild."

"Tell me about it." Amy took a little more care in extracting her beer from the waitress's tray. She opened her muzzle to ask for a receipt, but found her attempt quashed by the malamute's wagging finger. In the next instant the dog twirled on a paw and departed, her elegant tail following in a graceful wave.

Once again, Amy found herself alone with the vixen, who had seized the opportunity to sprawl out more on the couch. Her skimpy attire left little to the shepherd's imagination.

Amy took a quick pull on her bottle, trying and failing to find something else to look at besides the fox practically teasing her at this point. Come on, Amy. Fuck. Don't stare.

"You know," Julie went on, seemingly unaware of the show she was putting on for the dog, "The club has been looking to hire some more security. Jack's needed help since our other bouncer moved out of state a week ago. Do the troopers let you work off-duty?"

"Ah... yeah." The distractions were aplenty.

"You'd make a good bouncer." Julie leaned forward to once again give an inviting view. "No one would expect a lean and fit shepherd like you to kick their tail left, right, and center."

"What makes you think I can do that?"

Julie edged in even closer, her scent teasing Amy's keen nose now. "Oh, come on. I can tell when a chick can hold her own. They don't teach self-defense in law enforcement?"

They did, and Amy had even volunteered for additional training when she had the chance. "Even if I could. It just means I fit the lesbo cop stereotype even more." A glaring look folded the German Shepherd's ears flat. "I know. I know."

"I think that makes you all the more awesome. I like a girl that can kick my ass." She punctuated the statement with a wink and a decidedly malicious smirk.

"I guess that's one way to look at it." Now Amy knew for sure the vixen was flirting. I'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice. Should I be bothered? Should I even be keeping this up? "I mean, it's not something I'm proud of. Just part of the job."

Another song had started up, and the crowd's din built as the next dancer sauntered her way out onto the stage. Amy paid the spectacle little mind and decided to voice the question on the tip of her tongue. "What made you want to start dancing?"

"Oh?" Now it was the fox's turn to pull her ears back sheepishly. "Ha, well, it's nothing much to talk about. I just decided on a whim to become a dancer." She brought a hand up to play with the strap of her lingerie. "I figured it was best to make the most of what I had. So I made the leap and sold the car. Sold everything I could and invested what I had for nursing school. That was two years ago." She further teased the shepherd by arching her back in an exaggerated stretch. "Two years in on a four-year bachelor's degree now. Once I graduate, I promised myself I'd hang up the g-string and buy a car as a reward. For now, the bus does just fine."

"Do you have any roommates? Or someone who can give you lifts and such?"

The fox waved a hand. "Nah. I probably should move out of the current place. It's too big for one person and I could stand to pay less for rent. Could probably afford a car again."

"That's a very tough situation to overcome."

"I could say the same for you becoming an Alaska State Trooper. I understand that takes a lot of guts and determination."

That couldn't be understated enough, but Amy tried to downplay it. "It's no different than any other police academy."

Julie's look said she didn't believe the shepherd. "I've heard differently. I understand it's one of the best assignments a police officer can get. And you have to earn it too. I should know. I've seen the reality show."

The shepherd's ears twitched at that. She decided to speak the truth. "Honestly, it was what got me interested in joining."

"That show was their best recruiting tool," the fox remarked with a laugh. "I'm sure you had plenty of competition."

Amy eyed her beer, surprised to find the contents almost completely drained. Always drink too damn much when nervous. "The whole training course took eighteen weeks."

"I had no idea it was that long." Julie's expression grew serious. "And I'll bet the whole time you had to deal with your colleagues' ridicule."

That remark hit home. It had been mostly whispered stuff behind her back. Only one recruit had been bold enough to be outright vocal about his contempt.

Julie already knew the answer. "S'ok. It comes with the territory. When the girls learned about my nursing ambitions, none of them took me seriously. Of course, after I proved how determined I was about my education, they stopped teasing me about it." She paused just long enough to raise her near-empty beer bottle to a passing waitress. The unspoken request for another round was met with an understanding nod from her counterpart. After they were alone again, she continued. "You proved your naysayers wrong too, by finishing the academy and becoming a trooper."

After a long thought, Amy nodded slowly. "I suppose so. And the most vocal of them didn't even finish. I'm not sure why he dropped out."

"Ha! Even better. You showed them, and I bet it felt great."

"Fucking right." In fact, the offending cadet who had dropped out had been her colleague in Anchorage P.D. As far as she knew, he was still working for the city police department.

"You know what I say about all of this?" Julie paused for dramatic effect and leaned forward. "Fuck all the naysayers! And fuck stereotypes! Seriously. Own it, embody it if it's who you are. But never let it get to you."

Amy was still nodding slowly, dumbly at first. She finally started to see the merit of the fox's words. I guess it takes talking to a stripper to realize how stupid your problems can be.

The new round of beers arrived, and the shepherd polished off the rest of her current bottle. She was about to make a point to pay for the next one, when a commotion perked her pointed ears.

Shouting could be heard from outside the front door, audible even over the blaring dance music. The heated tone immediately put Amy's police instincts on high alert.

Julie, too, took notice with her vulpine ears perking up. "What's that?"

The front door exploded open to reveal a pissed-off Doberman. He barged his way in with the wolf bouncer hot on his heels. The lupine was trying to stop him. "Yo! You can't enter dude. How many times I gotta say it?"

Amy was up and moving toward the door in the next beat. Her hackles were raised. The Doberman was sending all the wrong signals. He was clearly inebriated. All of it spelled trouble.

The bouncer managed to cut him off a few feet inside the door. His outstretched hand braced against the dog's chest to stop him. "Look, Bill. You know you can't be in here. You've been banned from the premises. You can't enter."

"Like hell I can't! The Doberman tried to muscle his way by and found himself blocked again. "I came here to spend my money, and you pricks won't even let me! This is bullshit!" By now all the patrons were taking notice. The stripper on the stage did her best to keep her routine going.

Amy positioned herself to the side of the bouncer, distantly surprised at how automatic her reaction had been. He noted her presence but kept his focus on the Doberman. "You need to leave. If you don't, I'll have to call the police."

That was the opening Amy was looking for. She took a step forward, falling into her official speaking tone. "Sir, I'm an Alaska State Trooper. If you've been trespassed, you need to leave now."Leave it to me to forget my badge at a time like this.

The dog easily had a hundred pounds on her. He shot her a look, eyes unfocused but dangerous, and sneered. "Fuck you! I don't see no uniform."

"Come on, Bill. Just leave." The bouncer tried to coax him back toward the door with his stiff arm still pressed against the dog's chest.

Amy saw the warning sign in that instant; the Doberman's gaze briefly dropped away from the wolf in front of him. She opened her muzzle, but had no time to warn of the surprise haymaker that viciously caught the bouncer on the cheek.

The wolf went down like a sack of potatoes. Everything happened in a flash.

Amy was moving, lunging out. Her target had lost his balance from the momentum of his wild punch. She capitalized.

Her arms wrapped around his waist as she barreled into her opponent. The impact sent him further off balance, driving the larger Doberman to the floor.

Jiu-Jitsu training guided her actions as she quickly shoved the dazed dog onto his back and mounted his hips in a grapple stance. The stench of beer and unkempt fur filled her nose. She blocked it out, knowing her opponent had the strength and size advantage.

His intoxication only rendered him stunned for a brief moment. He started to struggle. The German Shepherd countered by keeping her body low against him, not giving him any leverage to push her off or roll himself over. "Someone call P.D.!" she yelled, her voice muffled as she kept her muzzle buried in his shoulder.

The Doberman started cursing, trying everything his drunk mind could think of to remove the shepherd from atop him. He almost managed to sit up on his elbows; she countered by leaning back to land a quick series of distracting blows, forcing him to block. "Stop resisting!" I can't let him get up. He's too strong. Bouncer's out of the fight. It's just me.

A new presence appeared behind Amy, wrestling to gain control of the dog's flailing legs. She realized that Julie had joined her on the floor. She seized on the new advantage and leaned back to deliver an elbow strike. "Roll over!"

The strike landed right on the side of his muzzle. With the Doberman temporarily dazed she rolled him over and restrained his arms. If only I had my damn handcuffs.

Julie kept the dog's legs immobilized, and to Amy's surprise the bouncer recovered his senses enough to add his own weight on top to ensure their assailant wasn't going anywhere. The Doberman never let up in his futile struggle.

"Give it up," Amy commanded. "You've already gotten into enough trouble as it is." The wolf at her side had a bloody lip and was definitely out of it. He'd had his bell rung pretty good, but she gave him props for staying in the fight.

They remained that way, sprawled out on the floor of the strip club for the few minutes it took Anchorage Police to show up. When the first officer breezed through the door, Amy relinquished her hold on the Doberman to let the proper authorities take over. Soon, no less than six officers were struggling to handcuff the dog, who still had not learned when enough was enough.

As Amy stood by, a hand landed on her shoulder. "You know how to handle yourself," the bouncer spoke, his speech slightly muddied from the sucker punch. "Wasn't expecting to get cold-cocked like that."

"Sorry I couldn't prevent that. You sure can bounce back, though."

He shook his head to clear his senses and extended a hand. "Can call me Jack. We really could use another bouncer around here. Thinking of a little moonlighting, perhaps?"

Amy accepted the offered hand with a thankful smile. "Amy. Julie said the same thing. That you were a bit short-staffed." She nodded to the vixen in question, who was watching the struggling Doberman. "Appreciate you getting back in the fight to help hold him down."

"Yeah. Bill's always been a pain in my ass." He assessed his split lip with a finger and scowled at the blood stain on his fur. "I've had to bounce his tail too many times. Owners finally nutted up and banned him. But I guess that wasn't much of a deterrent."

"Some time in the cooler will hopefully knock some sense into him. You need medical?"

"Nah. I've been roughed up worse than this."

"I see." Hope he didn't get a concussion for his troubles.

Once things had settled down, one of the Anchorage officers, a Golden Retriever, walked up to Amy with a notebook and pen at the ready. "I'm gonna need a statement and some information." It took him a moment to recognize her in the dim light of the club. "Oh, well shit. Amy, fancy that."

The shepherd felt her ears start to go back at seeing the very cadet that had mocked her openly in the academy. In spite of that, she held an unamused look as she sized Officer Mike McGregor up, folding her arms. "Fancy that."

He looked around, and his 'I knew it' expression said it all. "Quite the place to run into each other again."

At that moment, Julie made her presence known again as she sauntered right up to Amy and wrapped an arm around the shepherd's shoulder. "I take it you two know each other?"

It took every ounce of Amy's resolve not to yelp at the vixen's proximity. _Jesus!_Her voice, somehow, kept its level composure. "We do. From the academy."

"Oh!" The fox quickly caught up to the situation. "Amy here's been telling me all about that."

Out of the corner of her eye, Amy could see that Julie was deliberately giving the officer a very inviting view as she hung off the shepherd's arm. And it was working.

His eyes kept darting back and forth between the two canids, and for a moment he fumbled for words. "Um, right. Well, I'll need a statement and your badge number." His eyes kept wandering over to Julie to admire everything her voluptuous figure had to offer.

Before Amy could reply, Julie beat her to the punch. "Sure she can. But please hurry. We're heading back to her place and I don't want to be kept waiting."

With that bombshell dropped, the fox wandered off to leave Amy with the stunned retriever. He watched the stripper go and had to pick his jaw off the floor.

Amy, for her part, was also dumbstruck. That sly fox! Again, she only just managed to keep her expression unreadable and played along. "Yes, so let's make this quick."

The ensuing paperwork of the arrest took thirty minutes to get through, in which time Amy took ample opportunity to rub some salt in Mike's wound before he left. She found Julie chatting with the bartender when it was all said and done. "So, hey, I'm free to go." She remembered back to their earlier conversation. "You'd said you were going off shift. Would you like a lift? Figure the bus schedule this late isn't the best."

The fox's expression brightened. "Sure. I'd love one. Just let me change into something more appropriate for the weather." She moved off with a skip in her step, leaving Amy to wonder if this might be a bad idea.

Outside she exchanged phone numbers with the bouncer and promised she'd call about the security position tomorrow. He gave Amy a crooked grin when Julie emerged to join her and disappeared back into the club.

The fox now sported a loose-fitting jacket and pants, leaving just the fur of her face and ears exposed to the elements. "I hope it was ok that I suggested that earlier to the officer. I got the impression he deserved to be knocked down a peg or three."

"Yeah. That was great. I definitely got my mileage on that one."

Julie laughed and gave the shepherd a playful punch to the arm. "Glad I could help."

The snow had started falling since she'd last been outside, and seemed to be picking up in volume. Amy wasted no time padding over to her truck, motioning the vixen to follow with a jerk of her muzzle.

The old Nissan was right where she'd left it, the rusted red paint now covered by a thin layer of snow. I hope she starts. Would be just perfect.

_"_I like old beaters like this." Julie ran a hand along the dented hood to brush off a bit of snow. "They're perfect for the bad weather days."

Amy unlocked the door and threw it open to the familiar groan of fatigued hinges. "I've had it for a few years now. Picked it up off a friend. Definitely needs a tune-up."

The cab felt a lot smaller when Julie slid into the passenger seat. This might be more awkward than I was hoping. She tried to ignore her sudden discomfort and slotted the key in the ignition. Here goes nothing.

The engine turned over on the first try, and the shepherd breathed an inward sigh of relief. Ok, now then, next issue. "Where do you live?"

"I'm just a mile or so from the airport. Can shoot up International and then cut over on Minnesota."

Amy nodded and then paused. This is your moment. Can you bring yourself to do it? She knew what her heart wanted, what she'd been wanting all night long. The opportunity was right there, but she just couldn't seize it.

"Amy?"

The fox's concern startled her out of her inaction. With a grimace she reached out for the stick shift and completely missed Reverse, grinding the gears. In the next beat the German Shepherd shook her head and planted her nose on the steering wheel. "I'm such a dummy. What am I even doing?"

Julie canted her head curiously. When the silence stretched on for a few seconds she seemed to realize the problem and laughed softly. "It's ok. Sometimes, you just need a little nudge to help."

The shepherd's ears perked with the sound of the seat leather shifting. She had no time to prepare as the vixen leaned over to lick her whiskers once, before sitting back in the passenger seat expectantly. The wet sensation lingered on her muzzle for what seemed an eternity, before Amy blinked.

"I wouldn't mind going back to your place," Julie spoke simply, reaching across to place a gentle hand on the shepherd's lap.

It took her two false starts to find words. "O... ok." She engaged Reverse on the next try, and slowly eased the truck out of its parking spot.

The rest of the trip was a blur. Amy tried to focus on driving, and the worsening conditions outside as the snow picked up even more. Julie at least made the ride less awkward, keeping the conversation going all the while. They talked about school, and where they grew up. When one topic ran out of words, the fox switched seamlessly to the next to keep the quiet at bay.

It wasn't until Amy pulled into her duplex driveway did she suddenly realize they were home. Her Alaskan State Trooper Explorer sat next to them, its sleek white and black paint scheme contrasting drastically with the beat-up truck.

_Oh, here I go chickening out again._She sucked in a breath and killed the engine. Before she could say something stupid, Julie brought a finger up to poke the tip of the shepherd's nose. "Relax. Don't worry. I'll help you through this."

"This isn't how it's supposed to go."

"Yes it is. Trust me." She opened her door and after hesitating Amy did the same.

Her boots almost disappeared into the accumulated snow in the driveway. The forecast had not called for any substantial snowfall, but more often than not the weather predictions were flat-out wrong for the region.

"Seems we're gonna get some snow tonight," Julie remarked, echoing the shepherd's thoughts.

"Hopefully not too much." Amy mounted the front stoop and fumbled with her keys. Why did I agree to this? The place is a mess. Julie's close presence quickened her heartbeat. Can I go through with this?

The front door finally, mercifully, opened. Amy stepped through the threshold and waited for the vixen to follow her inside before sealing off the outside cold. The decisive click of the lock rang loud in the shepherd's ears.

Julie was taking in the duplex interior as she shed her jacket. "Quite the place. I like it."

The fox was being generous. Hardly any furniture adorned the space: a folding table here, a few lawn chairs there. Amy had at least bought a couch for the TV mounted to the wall. She had never seen the need for much else since she lived alone. All in all, the whole place gave off the quintessential bachelor vibe, all the way down to the fridge stocked with beer and leftover take-out. "Oh, come on. It's horrible, I know. Totally expected for a single bitch living by herself."

Julie shrugged. "So? You keep it lean and mean. It's more than my place has."

Amy found her reply cut short as she quickly realized the fox had not put on anything beneath her coat. Her stripper lingerie stood out in the soft light of the foyer, accenting every sensual curve of vixen fur to the shepherd's gaze.

On seeing the dog's reaction, Julie sauntered up and wrapped her arms around Amy's hips. Her scent washed over the shepherd's senses and dulled her surroundings. She shuddered and tried to keep her composure as a fire smoldered to life within.

But the German Shepherd faltered, her ears pinning back as she looked away. "I... I don't know what to do. I've never been with--"

Julie stopped her with a kiss on the bridge of her nose. "It's ok. Here." A gentle touch guided Amy over toward the couch, and Julie wordlessly asked her to sit. Not knowing what else to do, the shepherd obeyed dumbly. "It helps if you talk it over," she went on, sitting on the opposite cushion. "If you learn what works and what doesn't, you can make the experience that much better for your partner. I had to learn that the hard way."

The heat started getting to Amy, forcing her to take off her jacket and reveal the simple T-shirt beneath. Julie's approving smile met her pinned ears. "I'm... I'm not all that experienced, I guess."

"Again, it's ok. Can I ask how you like to masturbate?" When Amy bit her lip, the fox gave her a disarming smile. "Maybe it's best if I go first." She brought up a hand and slowly began to knead her supple breast through the thin fabric of her lingerie. "I like to start off slow. A good massage to stimulate the senses."

Her hands wandered about, fingers working through the fox's thick fur. She leaned back, spreading her legs a little. "The real fun begins when I go a little lower." A wandering hand found its way to her g-string to start rubbing at the fabric. Amy watched, spellbound, as the striking-hot vixen put on a show like no other.

She worked her hips up to meet those roving digits, building a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes lidded and her teeth clenched as she zeroed in on that one sensitive spot. Already her g-string was getting wet.

Julie paused suddenly, and it was only then that the shepherd realized she was panting. She made an effort to shut her muzzle.

"Is that how you like to start?" The vixen asked.

"Yes. I guess. I like... I like to do the same."

"Would it be ok if I tried?"

The question, so stark and upfront in its intent, made Amy's breath catch. Just the thought alone of what the fox was asking quickened her heart. Her subsequent nod of consent was so slight Julie would have missed it had she not been watching the shepherd carefully.

The vixen scooted closer and reached up to slowly grasp the bottom hem of Amy's T-shirt. Her brilliant amber eyes held Amy fast as she lifted the shirt up to remove the clothing in one smooth motion. The dog's subsequent daze only broke when she felt the zipper of her sports bra unzip under Julie's expert touch.

Her first instinct was to cover her petite chest with splayed ears. But the fox's quick hand on her shoulder stopped her short. Julie still held her gaze, watching the German Shepherd with that now familiar warmth in her smile. "Tell me if you're ever uncomfortable."

Amy sucked in a shaky breath, but managed a weak nod. And then what resolve she had melted away when the fox leaned in to lick at her whiskers.

Julie chuckled softly and did not relent, bathing the shepherd's muzzle and nose with her broad, supple tongue. She coaxed the dog back to lie flat on the couch and straddled her waist, clearly enjoying the sight of the topless canine beneath her.

Her heat and scent melded with the German Shepherd's. Amy bit her lip as the fox's attention turned south.

Meandering digits worked grooves through her fur at her sides. A vulpine muzzle snaked its way down her muzzle and neck, nuzzling and nibbling to make Amy squirm.

The shepherd's heart leapt--Julie zeroed in on the tender bare flesh of her nipple. The fox shifted her attention to the other petite breast, coaxing the small pink nub hard with a lap of that goddamned wonderful tongue. Oh, fuck!

Amy's hands reached out for something to seize, finding the small of the vixen's back as she wrapped her arms around the beautiful fox atop her. She started to pant again, fighting against the tingling pleasure that washed over her senses as Julie suckled on her.

A release of pressure around Amy's waist came as the only warning of her pants being undone. The fox's skilled hands carefully worked the jeans partially down her legs. Her panties offered even less resistance.

Julie paused in her oral assault on the shepherd's chest to peck a quick kiss on her nose again. "Do you like to finger yourself?"

It took two tries to respond. "Ye... yes. Oh, this is..." She lost what remained of the sentence at the unmistakable touch that had worked its way between her spread legs to stroke where soft fur gave way to slick flesh.

Amy's arms tightened around the fox and a heady moan escaped her taunt muzzle. Electric waves raced up her spine, quickly growing in intensity as Julie let her fingers slowly stroke across the shepherd's slit.

Still the vixen lapped and suckled on her breasts, while a teasing finger slowly, ever so slowly, parted the dog's lips to take her in one smooth, sensual motion.

Her whole body went rigid as Julie hilted up to the knuckle. The fox held still to let her adjust, cuddling her, soothing her as Amy reveled in the barrage of pleasure from it all.

The carnal high began to taper, before springing back anew like a rekindled flame as Julie added a second digit. The fox started to thrust, twisting her fingertips to hit all the right spots that sent Amy's head lurching back against the couch cushion.

The German Shepherd's whole body rocked with her, trying to drive the vixen deeper within her needy cunt. Her pants grew ragged, and her dulled claws clutched longingly at the fox's back to encourage her onward.

But Julie paused and withdrew back. A pang of longing and emptiness took hold, making Amy whine in frustration. When she finally managed to catch Julie's eye, the fox merely winked and started kissing her way down the shepherd's body.

She paused long enough to give Amy's navel a teasing lick to provoke a wriggle from her victim, before resuming her trek downward. Amy had only a moment to prepare.

Hot breath wafted across her wet pussy, arching the shepherd's back completely off the couch. In the next instant, Julie parted her muzzle and lapped at the dog's cunt with one long stroke of her canine tongue.

Amy's senses exploded, assailed like never before by the heady onrush of white-hot ecstasy from the fox going down on her. Her hands reached for the cushions to hold them in a death grip, her muzzle open to let a long tortured groan spill from it.

The vixen zeroed in on her clit, kissing and tickling the nub with her lips and whiskers. Her fingers pressed back into the shepherd right up to the knuckle, thrusting with a slow but powerful rhythm to add to the sensual assault.

Amy was a writhing mess, holding on for dear life, unable to articulate words. The burning fire within sweltered into a roaring flame, growing hotter and hotter by the second.

Julie let her tempo build, her tongue dancing over Amy's clit, fingers angling to stuff the shepherd's tight pussy. After a beat she shifted, muzzle and tongue diving down to eat out the dog with urgency, fingers moving up to massage the shepherd's sweet spot and inundate her with a fresh blitz of carnal bliss.

The high began to loom, growing closer and closer with each heady second. The vixen never let up, holding Amy's tail with her free hand as she zealously muzzle-fucked the German Shepherd.

Amy screwed her eyes shut, trying to will herself to hold out. The tightness built to that perfect precarious edge. She gritted her teeth with ears pinned. So close! So damned... rah, fuck!

She careened headlong over the edge, uttering a sharp bark, her body unwinding in a surge of bursting icy-hot pleasure.

Her thighs clamped around the fox's head as she rode out the high in the throes of vivid release. Time stretched on for an infinite instant, each roiling surge of her climax brought to new vibrant life by Julie's wonderful tongue and teasing fingers. Her senses all melded into one breathtaking collage that wrapped her up in its embrace.

Everything faded away but the wonderful fox buried between her twitching legs. The moment was like nothing ever experienced before. Pure in every way.

Soon her peak began to fade, and Amy's body collapsed heavily back onto the couch cushions. She panted, looking at the ceiling above in a daze as a soothing afterglow descended upon her frazzled consciousness. When she did finally manage to sit up on her elbows, she found the fox beaming at her from between her parted legs. It took a moment to realize the rhythmic thumping was the sound of her heavy tail smacking against the cushions.

"You looked like you enjoyed that," Julie remarked, before nuzzling playfully into the shepherd's thigh.

Every nerve-ending in Amy's body prickled, like she'd been struck by lightning. "I've never had," she had to pause for a few pants to catch her breath, "an orgasm like that."

Julie smiled and scooted up more so she could cuddle against the German Shepherd's flank. The couch had just enough room for the both of them. "That first one's always something," she breathed.

The fox's warmth, pressed up against Amy's side, soothed her in the aftermath. The raging inferno was banked down into the simmering embers of a pleasant glow. "Wow."

Julie responded by licking the shepherd's muzzle.

The living room fell silent, save for Amy's soft panting. Eventually she recovered her composure enough to speak again. "Thanks, really, for all of this. I really needed a kick in the tail tonight."

"I'm just glad you hung in there."

Amy let her wandering fingers work their way across the fox's body. A thought came to the shepherd--one as crazy, if not crazier, than the happenings of the evening. "You'd said earlier that you were thinking of moving to a new place?"

Julie's angular ears perked up. "Yeah?"

The shepherd didn't even hesitate. "If you'd like, you'd be more than welcome to move in with me. I'm not even using one of the bedrooms. I dunno. I figure it's closer to work and the college for you, at least. Just a thought."

For once, the vixen was the one at a loss for words. "I, well--"

"You don't have to say yes or no now," Amy quickly added, before kissing the fox's nose. "It's just. I'd love to see more of you." Could've phrased that a little less awkwardly.

Julie, for her part, understood the context. Her knowing smirk was quite playful in nature. "Is this shepherd asking me out?"

Amy was surprised at this newfound confidence that had seized her. "I guess, I am. But before that," she paused to stand on shaky legs and turned around to pull Julie up by the arm, "Can you help me return the favor? I've never done this before. Perhaps, in the bedroom?"

Julie, still clearly spun up from getting the shepherd off, was more than happy to agree. "Of course."

Amy started for the bedroom and then paused, laughing at herself. "You know. This is the perfect chance to really take your earlier advice to heart."

The fox smacked her playfully on the rump. "What's that?"

She returned the favor, taking the opportunity to pull Julie into an embrace. "Back at the club you'd said 'fuck stereotypes'. Now you can show me how."