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Night Shift

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

Chapter One

7thSeptember, 2021

All Rights Reserved.

Catherine sat on the stool, her triangular ears twitching too and fro as she attentively listened to the tearful lady on the phone.

"Yes, we're open twenty four hours a day, seven days a week - " Catherine repeated for what felt like the 100th time.

Her thick brush of a tail swished from side to side, but she kept her composure and quietly spoke to the obviously distressed lady.

"Ten minutes? Sure, bring him in, he'll be in great hands with us, yes, we're quite experienced, now, wrap him in a blanket, great, okay, see you soon!"

Catherine extricated herself from the phone call politely, then hung it up and pressed her black gloved paws against her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Standing up, she smoothed down her smock that covered her to mid thigh and swept her brush of a tail into her paws and slicked down the fur.

"Guess I'm as presentable as I can be - " Catherine muttered to herself, as she glanced out over the empty waiting room.

It was nearly 10pm, yet to Catherine's mind, it felt like her shift would never end. Quietly, the Vixen padded on her stocking clad feet into the emergency theatre and double checked everything was in readiness. Examination tables gleamed under the fluorescent lighting, instruments had been sterilised and put away, gloves, clean smocks and other essential equipment was within easy reach.

Out in the waiting room, come the soft clicks of claws on the floor and she flicked an ear, then smiled and whistled once. With a quiet bark, a large German Shepherd trotted in from the waiting room, but his training kicked into gear and he stopped a good two feet from the emergency theatre.

"Good boy!" Catherine smiled, as she walked out and playfully ruffled his ears.

Happily, the shepherd's tail flagged back and forth as he lovingly nuzzled her paws, then walked over beside the desk and lay on his bed, his brown eyes gazing back with a look of adoration and love for his owner.

*

In about fifteen minutes come the screech of brakes and the Shepherd sat up and looked at the double doors, but he didn't move from his bed. Catherine composed herself and adopted her 'professional look' as she called it, a polite, interested expression, but she never allowed the distress of her clients to show on her own facial expression.

A car door slammed shut and a woman, who Catherine suspected was the one who'd called her, rushed through the doors, borderline hysterical.

"Car...in the - " She wept, the tears sliding down her face as she gesticulated frantically.

As he sensed the human woman's distress, the Shepherd climbed off his bed and walked towards her. Fearfully, the woman took a step back, but Catherine smiled and gestured to the large canine who obediently dropped to his belly and wagged his tail.

"That's Alex - he won't hurt you, he's the unofficial night watchman of the surgery, now, lets see to your patient, Alex? Stay!"

With a quiet bark, Alex tilted his head and glanced at Catherine, as if to say 'that's exactly what I'm doing...'. Catherine shook her head and followed the woman outside, then watched as she opened the car door. A trembling come from a small, blanket wrapped animal that lay on the back seat and Catherine carefully reached in and picked it up.

"I never saw its mother and - " Wept the woman. "Oh, I'm so sorry -"

Catherine lightly pulled away a corner of the blanket, then an obviously distressed joey's head popped out and it made a terrifying chattering sound that Catherine knew well - this wasn't the first orphaned Joey to be brought to the surgery.

"Shhh, its alright little one," Catherine murmured, then lightly covered it back up. "We'll get you inside and you'll be alright..."

Hysterically, the woman wrung her hands. "I'm not in trouble, I never mean - "

Catherine walked back inside, cradling the joey in its comforting blanket, then she set it in a cotton pillowcase, before hanging it just off the floor.

"No, you did the right thing, thank you for stopping and checking. Sadly, we get a lot of orphans this time of year. It is in the best possible care, I promise, you done what so many would not, so, thank you!"

"Are... I mean will...you sure?" Stammered the woman.

Catherine glanced back at the joey, then back at the woman. "I'm certain, would you like the blanket back?"

"No...I - I think I just want...you're sure it'll be alright?"

Catherine smiled and nodded, then quietly led the woman to a chair, sitting her down, she fetched a paper cup full of iced water and gave it to her.

"Here, sit here for a little while, I'll be right over there - would you like Alex to keep you company?

At the sound of his name, the Shepherd sat up on his bed, ears pricked forwards and his tail wagging happily.

"I...he doesn't...he looks so scary!"

Catherine nodded. "He's really a big cuddle-bug. He's sweet as honey and gets along with everyone and everything, I promise!"

Nervously, the woman nodded and Catherine gestured, then Alex come over and sat beside the woman, resting his chin on her thigh and wagging his tail at her. Seeing how Alex's affection and gentle nature was calming the distraught woman, Catherine walked back into the other room and picked up the still quivering blanket.

Gently, she held it close against her chest, just below her left breast, so her heartbeat would be heard and calm the orphan. It took a little over twenty minutes, but it's shivering slowed and the frightened cries ceased. Slipping it into a makeshift pouch, Catherine carefully extracted one of the Joey's feet and took a quick estimation on its approximate age and did a swift species identification off of the light dusting of fur that covered it.

"Eastern Grey, almost fully furred..."Catherine muttered to herself.

*

Nearly an hour after the orphan was brought in, the woman composed herself enough to go home and Catherine sat in a comfortable, if low, chair, cradling the Joey in a warmer blanket and rubbing a latex teat against his lips, a small droplet of milk leaking from the tip.

"Come on little one, drink, please?" Catherine murmured, then ever so gently forced open the joeys small jaws and slipped the teat in.

At first he used his small paws to claw at the teat and bottle, moving his head from side to side, but perseverance won out and he reluctantly began to drink the specialised milk formula.

Curious about what his mistress was doing, Alex padded over and sat before her, gazing up at her with a look of intense concentration. Catherine looked down at him, then shook her head slowly.

"I'm sorry Alex, this little one needs my attention, be good and go lay on your bed, once he's settled, then you'll have my attention, okay? I'm not ignoring you, you know when we're at work..."

Shaking her head slowly, Catherine wondered just how much her beloved companion understood when she spoke to him, how much was just her tone of voice and...

With a startled gasp, Catherine's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, as she felt Alex's cold, wet nose brush against her thighs. Instinctively, Catherine's thighs parted as she moaned softly. Alex needed no further encouragement, as his cold nose pressed along her inner thighs and Catherine gasped as she felt it press against her warm labial folds.

"Alex..." Catherine gasped, her paws quivering.

His tail wagging, head buried up to his ears under her blouse, Alex ignored his mistresses growing distress as his large, broad tongue unfurled and easily slipped into her vaginal passage.

With a gasp and a low moan, Catherine couldn't fight the pleasurable experience that her beloved companion brought her. With care and attention he lapped at her folds, the edges of his tongue curling inside her and quickly making the Vixen's whole body quiver. His tongue was as skilled as her paw with a scalpel as he licked, slurped and nuzzled his way as deeply as he could. When his tongue ran over her sensitive clitoris, Catherine's hips arched up and she squealed helplessly, then used one paw to hold her muzzle shut to stifle her moans and grunts.

His tail wagging excitedly, Alex either sensed - or knew - what he was doing to his beloved owner, as he refused to obey her quiet whispered orders to cease and desist. As he lathered her nethers with his tongue, Alex scented and tasted the arousal his affections were bringing her.

Cradling the Joey in the crook of her arm, Catherine's free paw gripped the edge of the seat and she began panting, her ears flattening and heart rate fluttering wildly as she squirmed and shuddered. Alex continued to orally pleasure her for nearly five minutes before Catherine gasped and pressed her hips against his furred muzzle and he slathered her labia and vaginal walls with his tongue as the powerful muscular contractions squeezed down and she reached orgasm.

Shaking helplessly, Catherine took a few moments to try and compose herself, before she carefully pushed the chair backwards and looked down at Alex, who sat and looked up at her, his tail slicing back and forth on the floor, his head tilted to the side and tongue lolling from his muzzle.

Shuddering, Catherine carefully hung the false pouch and its precious occupant up on a door handle, before she took Alex's furred muzzle in both paws and leaned down and stare into his eyes. He gazed back at her, then gave her his big, broad grin and his tongue slurped over her furred lips and cheeks.

"Naughty!" Catherine panted, as she lightly tapped him on the forehead.

He blinked, then licked her again and tilted his head back to the other side, continuing to wag his tail at her.

"Yes, I know you enjoy it - so do I, but what if Penny walked in? Well?"

Alex looked around, almost as if he was looking for his mistresses work colleague, before he huffed at her and licked her again.

Shaking her head, Catherine ruffled his ears and she happened to glance down, spotting the faint hint of pink showing from his large furred sheath, his unusually large furred scrotum sitting on the floor. As if noticing her looking at it, he leapt up and rested his paws on her thighs, giving her a much better look.

"I swear Alex, you're incorrigible!" Catherine laughed quietly, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and cuddled him lovingly, burying her muzzle in his thick neck ruff.

Alex quietly huffed at her again, loving the cuddles his beloved mistress was giving him, and he knew, she loved his special affections just as much as he enjoyed pleasing her...and later, when the majority of the night staff had retired and gone home...Catherine and he would be left alone...

Then he'd really show his mistress how much he adored her...

To Be Continued...