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Chapter 11 - James, Boned

Bobby got changed back into his street clothes and Ronnie showed him to a secret way out behind a full-length portrait of Madam Suzie.

"Some of our clients would rather not be seen by the those still waiting in the lobby when they leave." The Shelti Dominatrix explained.

Bobby thanked her but before he could exit through the passage behind the picture Ronnie leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek; just a friendly peck, like in the old days.

"Take care, Bobby."

"You too, Ronnie." He Hesitated to leave though. He had not told her of Prince Argus's plans but riots and uprisings in Areisborough were not out of the question, and those who were seen to have collaborated with the sheep could be in danger from both sides. "If things go bad here in the city you get yourself back north, to the Borderlands where no one knows who Mistress Ella is."

"I will." She promised. Then she hurriedly pushed him through the portal and closed the portrait because she could hear footsteps approaching around the corner.

Bobby felt his way down the dark stairs. By his estimate they ended close to the level of the street but on the opposite side of the alley where the entrance to the restricted third floor was. With the doors for the first and second floor clientele on the two other sides this alley should be free of customers.

Bobby opened the door a crack and peeked out. The alley was empty in one direction, but he couldn't see the other way without poking his head all the way out, but instead he stepped out quickly. As soon as he released the door some hidden spring swung it back into place, becoming just another panel in the outer wall of Suzie's Layer Cake.

Angel had given him her address after their encounter on the day he received his commendation from Commander Festus, but he had never gone to see her there. At first because Dan had put every conceivable obstacle in his way and then later Barbara had come along to relieve the urges that he would have otherwise fulfilled with Angel.

He turned south, towards Angel's place, briefly wondering if he would have fallen in love with Angel if circumstances had been different.

"Bobby?"

He could not help but turn his head in response to the familiar voice of his former superior coming from the far end of the alley. He immediately realized his mistake though; he was supposed to be James Collie now, not Bobby, but Dan would have seen him turn and know for certain that it was him. He recovered quickly though, leaping into a flat-out run.

"Bobby! Wait!"

But Bobby was not waiting for Dan, one of the most corrupt canines in Pastoria, to catch up. The doberman would be faster, but Bobby had agility on his side. To use it to his best advantage he headed to the marketplace, which should still be crowded with shoppers this time of night.

He was right, thankfully for him, although Dan almost caught up with him before he could begin dodging and weaving between the stalls. He could still hear the doberman calling out to him as he slid under a table and out the back of a stand selling wild rabbit. He changed direction twice more before ducking down a narrow lane and hiding in a doorway.

He stayed there until he heard Dan's voice receding back in the direction of Suzie's. Then he took his bearings and continued his journey to Angel's.

As Bobby had noted when he first arrived in Areisborough, the city was spilt into zones. The large estates for the more important flocks were on the outskirts, where the air was fresh and the grass was green. The city centre had a number of fine townhouses though, permanent homes for the leaders of the less significant Flocks and temporary residences for the most important rams, who frequently had to work late at the Assembly. In most cases their servants lived in the same buildings, but some vital workers and critical creatures were permitted to live in the same neighbourhood, close to the Assembly and their work. Angel was one of them.

Bobby slowed down as he entered the upper-class neighbourhood, trying to look like just another servant on an errand. He stopped in front of the building that Angel lived in. It had two sets of doors with a small lobby between them. The outer door was unlocked but the inner door was shut tight.

On the wall between the doors there was a number of cords and a brass tube that branched off in several directions near the ceiling. One of the cords had 'A. Corgi' written on a tag attached to it. Bobby gave it a tentative pull and heard a muffled chime somewhere above him.

Bobby jumped when Angel's voice, sounding far away and a bit tinny, came from the flared end of the brass tube. "Dan, I told you to screw off and leave me alone."

Having heard of these devices being used to communicate with servants in the mansions of the richer flocks, Bobby knew he had to speak into the hole.

"Angel. It's not Dan it's ..." He remembered that she would not know who James Collie was, but she would know that Bobby Collie was a wanted dog.

"Who? Who's there?"

Bobby decided to take his chances. "It's me, Bobby, Bobby Collie."

"Bobby? What the hell ... Wait there. I'll be right down."

Less than a minute passed before he heard the inner door unlock but it seemed like ages to Bobby as he stood there, wondering if she would call the Watch on him. He was relieved when her gold and white head poked around the half-opened door.

"Quick, get in here before someone sees you."

She hauled him inside with more strength than Bobby would have thought her compact body capable of and dragged him up two flights of stairs to a landing where one of the three doors stood open. She pulled him into her flat and closed the door behind them, listening at it for a moment to see if their passage had drawn any attention, but there was nothing.

She turned around with a fierce snarl and poked Bobby so hard in the stomach that he was forced to retreat several steps into her parlour.

"What the hell do you think that you are doing coming here?" She spat. "Half of Pastoria is out looking for you for the reward and the other half is raising an army to track you down and kill you. Do you know what you've done?"

"I'm beginning to get an idea of the gravity of it."

The corgi tilted her head and gave him a piercing look before shaking her head sadly.

"Lord, Bobby. Drystan Dorset's daughter! If you needed to bury that bone of your why didn't you come see me?"

"I wanted to, at first." He answered, honestly. "But Dan got in my way."

"That bastard. He thinks he owns me."

"Are ... were ... you two ... together?"

Angel opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. It was only then that Bobby noticed she was wearing nothing but a silk robe, a robe which was coming open from all the stair climbing and collie dragging activity.

Suddenly her eyes focused on something behind Bobby. Her mouth shut and she clutched the half-open robe to her chest.

"Mommy?"

Bobby turned around slowly. Standing at the end of a short corridor that probably led to the kitchen and bedrooms stood a small pup in a night robe, maybe five or six years old, rubbing its eyes with its tiny paws.

"You are supposed to be in bed, Baxter."

"You were shouting at someone, mommy."

"Not shouting, honey, just talking ... loudly, with our guest, who was just leaving."

Bobby ignored the hint and got down on one knee in front of the pup. The little fellow was small and tailless, like his mother, but had dark brown and tan markings more like ... a doberman?

"Hello. Baxter. My name is ... James. I'm a friend of your mother's, from work. We were just talking about one of our coworkers, Dan Doberman. Do you know him?"

"Uncle Dan? Sure. He used to come here a lot to talk about work too. But I hasn't seen him in a long time."

"Haven't seen him." His mother corrected automatically.

"He's been busy, I suspect." Bobby told the child. "How about I get you a drink of water and then put you back to bed?"

The pup nodded, a shy smile on its face. Bobby let Baxter show him where the glasses were and then tucked him into his bed when the pup had finished sipping its water. All the while Angel hovered in the background, looking concerned.

After closing the door to the pup's bedroom, he and Angel walked softly back to the parlour, where she sat on the sofa while he took a seat on a small chair opposite her. The silence between them dragged out for several minutes before he broke it.

"Is that Dan's ..."

"...son? Yes, it is."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that you two were mated."

"We're not." She sighed. "You weren't the first dog that I let ... you know."

"I don't suspect that I was."

"Yeah. I've been around, I know. But I've tried to be careful, never doing it when I was in heat, or if I did then I made the guy I was with wear protection. But Dan is never careful, and he's not always a good dog about it either. He's been known to take advantage of a lady that's had a few drinks, if you know what I mean."

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, that's about Dan's speed."

"Don't get me wrong, Bobby, or James, whatever. Dan isn't all bad, he just grew up on the streets and tends to look to take advantage of every situation. But he can be a valuable ally."

"And a formidable enemy, no doubt. I think I know which side I fall on, given the reward and the trouble my running off with a student must have caused him."

"Yeah, I guess he has no reason to be your friend."

"What is he to you, though?"

Angel looked toward the room where her son was sleeping and bit her lip. "Nowadays? Nothing. He stopped coming around here months ago, but it was over even before that. Now he has some new bitch that he's all hot and bothered for. One of Suzie's girls. Look, I'd rather not talk about this. What did you come for? Not to reminisce about old friends, and not for a bit of what you had in the back room either, I'll bet,"

Bobby threw caution to the wind and told her everything about his mission, and the information he suspected she might have.

When he was done Angel looked toward the window that looked out on the townhouses and homes of Pastoria's upper crust.

"I'm a good dog." She began. "and I'm a loyal dog. But I don't want my son to grow up in this kind of world. You're right, I have seen the plans that Commander Festus and Drystan have been putting together, and I'll tell you what you need to know, but there is something I want you to do for me first."

"Anything." Bobby answered. This was exactly what Prince Argus needed! What the wolves, wolf-dogs and defectors needed to be free forever. He would kill anyone she demanded he kill for it so that he and Barbara could live in peace.

He was still a bit taken back though when she stood up and let her silk robe fall to floor around her feet.

"Baxter needs a little brother or sister to keep him company in whatever exile we end up in after this is all over, and it is my time. I want his sibling to be strong and brave and honest like you. Bobby Collie, to be good influence on Baxter in case I'm not around."

"What are you talking about, Angel? You're not in danger."

"I will be if your rebellion is successful. The secretary to the collaborator, Commander Festus. The slut who fucked those who wanted favours from the Watch Commander. The mother of the traitor Dan Doberman's son. Face it, Bobby, it will be a miracle if I'm not hung after the revolution. But if I'm carrying the hero Bobby Collie's child, well, maybe they will go lightly on me."

"But ... you want to mate ... with me ... now?"

"You were willing enough before."

She stepped across the space between them, pressing her shorter body against his thighs and belly. One paw caressed his chest through the opening in his shirt, toying with the short fur around his nipples, while the other dove into the front of his trousers and rubbed his cock within its sheath.

"I wasn't thinking about making a puppy ... and I wasn't in love with someone else then."

"And the world wasn't falling apart, and the future was not uncertain. When all this is done you'll have your ewe if you're lucky, but what will I have? I can't go back to my farm, whoever wins, not with Baxter looking like a stunted doberman, but I can eke out a living, somewhere, with my little family. I take good care of Baxter, but when I'm away he has nothing to do, no one to be responsible for, like a herding dog should. Give him someone to be a big brother to, Bobby. Save him from the idle hours that turn good dogs into ... into dogs like his father."

Bobby didn't know what to say. He wanted to resist, out of loyalty to Barbara if nothing else, but there was one thing that Barbara could never give him ... a child ... and the urge to procreate was strong in his breed.

"Angel, I ..."

"Shhhh." She put a digit to his lips as her other paw continued to stroke his sheath. "I know all about it, believe me I do. Forget about loyalty and duty and honour and just let your heart and your body find its way. Let go."

And so he did. He let go of the last shreds of his sense of loyalty to the old order. He let go of his fear of growing old with no descendants to continue his line. He gave himself over to Angel and her need, her desire, and he saw the charity in the act he was about to consummate.

His will surrendered, there were no barriers left to the basic physical reactions of his body to hers. In seconds his cock began to emerge from its sheath and his breath quickened at the feel of her body pressed against his. His heart beat loudly in his chest as his paws raised to caresses her, one seeking out the damp slit between her legs while the other enfolded one of her round breasts.

She had managed to undo his trousers while he was making up his mind and she pulled them and his undergarments down to his knees with one paw while the other rose and fell on his shaft as it grew longer and thicker. His digits rubbed her mound and slipped inside the wet and slippery slit while his lips sought out her hardening nipples. Once he had teased both teats erect he moved up to engage in a deep tongue-filled kiss that made his head swim. When they finally broke for air, he rested his muzzle on the top of her head while she hugged him tightly, his fully extended cock squeezed between them.

"Where do you want to ....?

"My Bedroom. Baxter knows to knock and wait for me to come out to see him, but we need to keep the noise down."

"Right." He said as he stepped out of his trousers and bent to pick them up. She retrieved her robe and wrapped a paw around his cock to lead him down the short corridor.

As soon as her bedroom door was closed, she turned and sealed her lips on his again while her paws moved over his body urgently. He responded in kind, leaning down to engage her in a battle of tongues while trying to touch every available bit of her with his paws. They kept it up for a few frantic moments before one of his paws settled on her mound, his digits sinking naturally into the wet slit of her sex, while hers found a home on his hot, glistening shaft.

He walked her back toward her large bed as his digits frantically alternated between rubbing the hard knob of flesh at the top of her slit and teasing the soft, spongy mound inside her. When her knees hit the edge of the bed she sat down abruptly, breaking away from his erotic massage and bringing her face level with his quivering cock. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and took that ruddy rod in, slathering over the tip and slobbering along its length while she squeezed his balls as if she was judging lemons for ripeness.

"They're hot and full, aren't they?" She gasped, releasing his cock momentarily.

"It's been a while since they were emptied, more than a week."

She chuckled as she nuzzled his balls with her pointed snout. "And that seems like a long time for you now? My how times have changed."

She engulfed his cock again, stoking its length with her mouth until his testicles began to twitch.

"Oh, no." She said, pulling her head off and letting the cool night air dampen his excitement. "Save that for me."

She lay back on the feather duvet that covered her bed, pulling her legs up and spreading them invitingly.

"Do a lady a favour though?" She said, grabbing his chin hair and pulling his head down between them.

Bobby dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs as he dove into the enticing scent coming off her sex. His long tongue lapped at the edges of her mound before taking a tentative lap along its length. Liking what he tasted, he pressed his muzzle in harder and drove his tongue between the soft pink petals that had emerged, seeking the clit at its apex.

He found it easily enough, it was so hard and prominent by then, and he alternated tickling it with just the tip of his tongue and circling it with the sharp edges of his oral appendage. To add to her excitement, he disengaged one arm and plunged the thumb of that paw into the gaping pink hole below.

He could taste her heat, and smell her need, and it just made him harder. His knot was already a solid aching ball outside his sheath by the time her hips started to twitch uncontrollably. His cock was dripping clear lubricating fluids on the floor by the time her mound was swollen, fat and tender and her pussy began to pull his thumb in deeper. Standing up at the edge of the bed, he pulled her to him and slipped the full length of cock down her cunt with the ease of putting on a familiar glove.

It wasn't like the time before with Angel, when she was just sating her desire on his cock. This time she was desperate for his cum, and he could sense it. It only served to heighten their desire.

Bobby began to move in and out of her in long, slow strokes, holding her by the hips as his shaft appeared and disappeared inside her. Each time he pulled back the skin inside her cunt pulled out as if it was trying to hold him in. When he drove it back in it reversed itself, folding inside as if he was turning her inside out.

For her it felt like he was, turning her inside out, that is. She had lain with a lot of dogs, and even a few rams, but no matter the size or the shape of their cocks none had ever made her feel like she was feeling this night.

"Yes, Bobby. Give it to me. Give it all to me."

Bobby dd his best to please her, driving his cock in faster and harder until the hard knob of his knot was slamming against her clit with each thrust, but it was still not enough for her.

"Give it all to me, Bobby. Fuck me all the way home."

He knew what she wanted. Digging his toes into the rug beside her bed he thrust his hips forward as hard as he could, forcing his large, collie knot into her tiny corgi cunt.

She gasped as it went in, her eyes flying open and her breath catching for what seemed like much too long before she could draw air in again.

Not quite satisfied with the reaction, Bobby rolled his hips from side to side, twisting his knot inside her. The pressure on her clit was enough to send her over the edge, and she had to bite down on her paw to keep from screaming as sweet, hot fluids shot out around his knot, soaking his fur and the duvet below her.

That was enough for him, and his eyes rolled back in his head while his balls clenched and shrank as they emptied a week's worth of spooge directly into her womb, where an egg was surely waiting.

Spent in more than one way, he let himself drop to the bed on top of Angel, relishing in the feel of her large breasts as they squished between them. He tried to take most of his weight on his elbows, but the bed was so soft that they sank in until he could feel her pointy nipples against his chest.

"That should do the trick." He said, as he felt the last drops of spooge leak into her.

"Possibly." She replied as she caressed his back, still firmly locked on him by his knot. "But if you haven't done it in a week your sperm might be a bit stale. Best to get the fresh stuff out, just in case."

"You figure?"

"That I do."

"Once more when the knot goes down?"

"Once? Oh, come on, Bobby, you can do better than that."

He could, and did, much better, and the first light of dawn was sneaking through the curtains of her windows when he withdrew for the last time and asked about where he could clean up.

Angel stayed on the bed, squeezing her legs together to keep as much of his cum inside as she could, until he came back, his fur damp and frizzy from a quick scrub.

The shower and the time away from her had dampened his mood, bringing him back to the somber attitude of earlier. He began to pick up his clothes with a slight sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Angel, that we can't be together ... after ...."

"Don't be sorry, Bobby. You only did what I asked, what I demanded. You should feel no shame for cheating on your little lamb."

"She's an ewe."

"Of course. The honourable Bobby would have no less." Then she squeezed her eyes shut as a tear appeared, before looking up at him with regret. "No, I take that back. You are the best of us, Bobby, and you deserve her love. And you have done what I asked, I can feel it, so here is what you wanted to know."

Angel went on to describe the plans of Commander Festus and Drystan Dorset in great detail. She knew where and when they intended to attack, and what conditions they needed to launch their assault.

"The weakest spot is just west of your farmland." She informed him. "In a redoubt close to where they suspect Barbara is being held b a prince of the wolves known as Argus. If they can penetrate the border there unopposed, they can roll over the Prince's lands and recapture their lost ewe, but it's risky. The army will be vulnerable until it is back on open terrain."

Bobby took her paws between his. "Thank you, Angel. And I wish the best for you and your family whatever happens."

"Thanks, Bobby. If you win, just make sure you let everyone know that I'm carrying your puppy."

"Sure, Angel. Even if you aren't."

"Oh, I am. A girl can tell these things."

He gave her paw one last squeeze. "Of course you can, but take care all the same."

"I will, Bobby."

His fur having mostly dried while she described the Army's plans, he pulled on his clothes and made his exit. Leaving the building was easier than getting in as each door opened outwards without the need for a key. Out on the street he sniffed the air before turning toward the zone where itinerant canines were welcome.

His senses dulled from his recent sexual exploits and a night without sleep, he did not notice the figure in the shadows across the street from Angel's place, or the dark brown and tan canine with clipped ears and docked tail that followed him out of the inner city and into the transient zone.