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Menia sat in front of the little market on a bench. The smell of coffee, pastries, and breakfast sandwiches rode the morning air out of the shop's open door. The ring and cla-clunk of a cash register sounded here and there, customers came and went. There was a table set up outside with fresh fruit in baskets tilted at an angle to better display their bright colors. People would grab an apple, a banana, an orange before heading inside to buy the rest of their breakfasts.

A tall feline-anthro with a dog at the end was walking up the sidewalk. The anthro was lean, but far from skinny. His fur with oil black, dark as a moonless night, his sharp eyes seemed to miss nothing and his ears flicked this way and that. His ancestry was some sort of ancient jungle predator.

He locked eyes with Menia and smiled, one side of his lips pulled back a little higher than the other and revealed huge teeth. "Hello. Menia?"

"Yep. Begolin?"

"And Rava, yes indeed." He looked down at the sitting pup. Begolin had been right, Rava was a big boy. His long fur was a mix of dirty grays and charcoal blacks. His big eyes and semi-long snout were accented by triangle ears that ended in rounded tops.

"This might come across as a little odd, but are either of your parents anthro? Canine, specifically. I only ask because I've found people with some canine blood are much better with dogs than those without."

"Yeah, my dad." Menia knelt in front of Rava and offered her hand for him to sniff. He leaned forward ever so little and drew a handful of sharp inhales then licked her fingers.

Begolin purred. "Good boy. I see, okay, that's good to hear."

Menia reached forward and scratched the side of Rava's head, behind his ears, his shoulder. The pup pushed his head into her hand and panted with his eyes closed.

The anthro owner chuckled. "He's such a pushover. Loves attention. You pet him like that and he'll do whatever you like."

"Does he like walks?" Menia asked, her hand moved to the top of Rava's head and he pressed into her fingers.

"Very much so. He has a bit of an odd habit of wanting to sit for a few minutes at various places. I've never been able to figure out what that's about."

"Hmm," Menia dug her fingers into the soft fur under Rava's chin. "Does he get tired?"

Begolin chuckled. "Not easily. Not on the walks I take him on."

"Maybe he just likes to people watch?"

"I don't know what it is. Oh, I don't think I mentioned it, but I'll be paying you today. Your posting said your rates would be discussed on meeting, so I suppose we should get that sorted."

"Oh. Right." Menia tried to recall what her dad had said. The plan had been that Tallish would be with her for this, but obviously wasn't happening. She thought about what her dad made as a dockhand. Thirty-five an hour, wasn't it? How much did that make dog-walking worth? Half as much? She remembered something her dad had once said, "Might as well aim high if you're going to bother aiming." He'd said it in regards to some news story. Something about one of those genius kids. He'd been trying to get into a prestigious school by the time most other kids his age were entering middle school. But it applied to this too, right? Sure it did, why not?

"I'm thinking twenty an hour."

A purring "hum" rumbled in the back of Begolin's throat. "Seems a little high. Alright. We'll do that for today and see how things go." He checked his watch.

Menia looked down, her attention drawn by a familiar smell, and saw the tip of Rava's cock poking a few inches from his sheath. It was growing stiff, the tip twitched in time with his breathing.

"I ought to be on my way, thanks again for meeting me on short notice like this, it's a big help. I'll text you once I'm done with my appointment. Shouldn't be much past one. Meet here?"

"Uh-huh, yeah," Menia tried not to swallow, but found that impossible. To hide it she moved to stand, looked at her feet, swallowed, and looked up at Begolin. "Nice to meet you." The two shook and the feline told his pup to "be good, don't give her a hard time" then turned and left.

"Okay, let's head back to my place," Menia smiled. Maybe I want you to give me a hard time, she thought then scolded herself. And smiled.

Okay, how am I supposed to do this? Menia was sitting in her dad's comfy chair staring at Rava. The pup was sitting on the living room floor staring back at her. Would he let me do that? Just ... put my mouth down there? No, what? No, nonono. Stupid. Mrs. Cankson said I just have to taste it to know. I could touch him then lick my fingers, right?

The two of them had been sitting and staring at each other for the past ten minutes and Rava had finally gotten bored and lay down. He rested his chin on his crossed paws, yawned, and continued to look up at Menia.

Okay. Let's see, I guess I could ... She scooted down from the chair and walked on her knees and hands over to him. The smell was minimal now, but his cock was fully sheathed too. "You like pets, huh? Yeah, I'll bet you do," she smiled and ran her hand over his belly, down between his legs, around the soft fur on the inside of his thighs, back up over his haunches, and down over his belly again. Rava looked at her, his mouth opened, and he licked the air in the direction of her face.

Before giving it a second thought Menia did something she'd imagined doing with her dad dozens of times: She moved her face close to Rava's, opened her mouth, and let her tongue hang out. Rava's warm tongue leapt out and licked her. Tongue met tongue and Menia's eyes rolled back, her mind fuzzed over, and her hips nearly failed.

She swallowed a mix of her and his saliva and moved her head closer for another deep kiss. While Rava's tongue explored the inside of her mouth she moved her right hand down his belly to his sheath and was greeted by his cock. Half hard, but growing to full, warm, slick, and pulsing. The scent coming from his groin was ... it was delicious. She gripped him and encouraged him to grow to his full size.

Rava shoved his tongue into her mouth. He licked the roof, the insides of her cheeks, her teeth, her lips, and rolled his tongue over hers, around and under it.

Menia closed her mouth on his tongue and sucked then reopened and did it again, and again. Each time left her with a mouthful of his saliva that she swallowed in gulps. Her belly warmed and her pussy begged for him.

What am I doing? Oh, no, this is ... I have to ... She moved her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, down, feeling the slickness, down to the knot. Instantly a memory of her dad was recalled.

They were at the beach and he'd been out in the water. She watched him from their blanket under a rented umbrella and when he walked out from the surf her eyes fell to the shape pressed against his shorts. He'd been completely erect, his cock held tight to his lower torso, the bulge of his knot held by his small shorts had made her eyes widen with interest. The most pertinent thought at the time was how much she wanted to see it--outside of his shorts.

Her fingers felt their way over Rava's knot, down to the base of his cock, and he whined and breathed heavier. His back curved and he moved his cock against her feeling hand. Oh, that's the spot, hmm? I just ... I can't keep doing this, I just need to know if I'm actually compatible or not. But, she thought, you already do know. There was no way this felt so good, tasted so good, and--fifth dragon damnit--the smell, oh that amazing scent. I have to be compatible, right?

Menia continued to let Rava lick her mouth. She kissed his nose, rubbed his belly with her left hand, and worked his cock with her right. His body shook, his back arched and shoved his cock toward her, his cock went rigid, and Menia felt something hit her left arm. She pulled her face away from his and looked down to see a string of pearlescent silver-white shot across the floor to her arm. A dwindling line hung from the tip of his throbbing cock. It caught the light, shimmered--was molten platinum.

The smell that crashed into her was incredible. Fruity, sweet, honey, a hint or floral, and warm. How a particular temperature could have a smell didn't make any sense, but there was no better way to describe it. Rava's cum had the scent of fresh-baking bread dripping with the most decadent honey.

Menia drew her hand up along his cock, palm up, and collected a small puddle. "I guess I'm supposed to taste you now," she said looking down at Rava. He was staring at her, panting.

Six-thousand for a test or get paid twenty an hour to know the same thing? She smiled and licked her hand.

There was a click at the front door, the lock slid open, and the handle turned. Even before hearing either of those things Menia had smelled him and was halfway to the door when it opened. Tallish stood there, his right arm in a sling and his left fumbling with his keys. His eyes were narrowed, there was a hint of anger there, and he scanned the room.

"Who's here?"

"Rava," Menia said.

"What? Who?" Tallish looked past his girl and saw the dog pad into the room and take a seat. "Oh. Where'd he come from? Hey, boy." He huffed a soft bark and Rava responded with a similar gentle bark and thump-thump-flop-flop-thump of his tail against the floor.

"It was that message I got from the ad. I met his owner this morning--"

"Alone? Here?"

"Yes," Menia said, and added, "no. Down at the corner market."

"Smart." Tallish bent forward even though it made him wince in pain to do so and licked his girl's forehead. "How're you? No school, huh?"

Menia told him about the night before. Mrs. Cankson coming over--she didn't talk about the compatibility--and how she'd suggested she make it a long weekend.

"And I thought it'd be good to maybe get some work because..." Her eyes darted around her dad's hurt body, the crutch braced under his left arm, the bandage on his head. "...I didn't know when you'd be going to work again and we'll need money."

Oh you amazing girl, no. Please, fifth dragon, let me heal up with speed so my girl doesn't need to work. "That's," his legs had gone a little wobbly and he took a couple weak steps to his chair and sat. "You don't need to work because of me, we'll be fine. I have insurance and my company will cover my time away, at least for a little while."

"What's a little while?"

"At least a couple weeks."

"I don't think you'll be in any shape to work in a couple weeks, dad."

"I understand that, Menia, but we have some savings, your dad isn't a dummy." He looked over at Rava who was staring up at him. "He really likes you, what'd you two do?"

Menia's face flushed. He knows. He has to, but how? "Went on a walk?" She said. "I don't know. Maybe it's because you're my dad?"

"I don't think so," he scooted forward to the edge of his chair and clicked his tongue. "C'mere, boy. What's his name?"

"Rava." Oh please no. He's going to know, he's so going to know. Her mouth went dry, sweat formed under her arms and chin, her head was hot, her tops of her ears were on fire. Every anthro had a connection to their bloodline species. Her dad had explained to her that he couldn't speak 'dog' as they had no language, but he could understand them to a degree.

Rava made his way over to Tallish, head dipped in submission, eyes staring up at the six-foot-two canine-anthro male. "Come on, it's fine. I'm not going to bite you," he chuckled. "Unless you hurt my girl, did you? No, I don't think so."

"Dad?" Menia said.

"Mm?"

Rava sat next to Tallish's seat and stared up at him.

"D-dad, I have ... I need to--"

Tallish put a hand on Rava's head and ran quarter-extended claws over the pup's skull. "O-oh, yes, you really like her, don't you," he said.

"Dad!"

Tallish snapped his attention to his daughter. "Menia, I'm right here, why're you shouting?"

Rava whined and dipped his head.

Tallish looked from the dog to his girl, back, then back to Menia.

She wanted to leave, run outside and go ... anywhere. But she had to tell him. If he hadn't put it together yet he would any minute. "I had to know."

"Know ... what?"

"If I was compatible," she blurted out.

"If you--what're you--oh. Oh, I see." Tallish clicked his tongue, made a sharp whistle, and wagged a finger at Rava. "Come here."

"What're you doing? Dad?"

"I want to see what he thinks." Tallish cupped the big dog's head between his hands.

"What're you doing to him?"

Tallish sat back in his chair. Rava had given him a pretty damn good idea of what had taken place, but he still had a number of questions. "I've told you I can't talk to dogs, but I can get a pretty good idea of what's on their mind, if they're willing to share. Rava here likes you quite a lot, Menia. He likes you in a very particular way. What were you saying about finding out if you were compatible?"

"It's just something I was learning about in phys-ed. and Mrs. Cankson--"

"She's the one that you've told me likes to show off?"

"Yeah," Menia laughed in silence, the gentle mounds of her chest bouncing under the cropped short-sleeve-shirt she had on. You should have seen what she was wearing last night. Oh, fifth dragon. He'll know she was here. "We were learning about compatibility this week and I learned something about myself that I'd never known before."

"Mmhm?"

"I don't know how to say this."

"He smells good to you? Down there, that smell?"

"Yeah. Yeah, how'd you know?"

"We live in a city where a lot of people own dogs, Menia. My sense of smell is far better than yours and I've noticed things over the years. I had a suspicion this was the case, but I figured you would learn about it in time."

"Oh."

"So did you," he waved to Rava, the dog lay his head on Tallish's leg, and he ran his paw over the pup's head. "Did you find out? I'm ... yes, it certainly seems like you and Rava had a moment, hmm?" He locked eyes with his daughter.

Menia nodded. "Uh-huh."

What am I supposed to do here? Come on, Tallish, think. While that thought was on his mind another, deeper one, was making itself known. His pants were getting a little more snug than they'd been and it was getting worse. He was sizable and if he grew to full there was a good chance Menia would notice. He was wearing his work jeans and they were on the tighter side to begin with. It was a practical thing, loose jeans caught on things and made dock work even more dangerous than it already was.

I could be upset, I guess, it wouldn't be honest though. Shouldn't I be mad? My daughter and this dog have done ... he pet Rava again. Something? What. What did you and she do? He wondered. Unable to talk to dogs he would never know, at least not from the pup. If he wanted the full story it would have to come from Menia. The best he would ever get from the pup was a general sense of pleasure, positive sentiment, warmth, a longing for more. He would see flashes when he lay a hand on Rava. Not of images they way he could recall his own memories, but rather impressions.

"Menia."

"Yeah?" She bit her lip, hugged herself, forced her eyes to meet his. "Are you mad at me?"

"No. I don't even know what you did, but I'm not mad. Will you tell me?"

"I ... are you sure?"

Tallish nodded. His cock was begging to be touched, used, released. "Yes."

"I--oh no, really?" She giggled a nervous I-can't-believe-I'm-about-to-tell-my-dad-this. Fifth dragon, I can't believe I did it in the first place. "I pet him on ... on his belly?" She mushed her lips together. "And lower. He got hard." Holy shit, I actually just said that? To my dad? "...I touched him there too."

"Hmm?" Tallish hummed in question. His hearing was far too good to miss a word she was saying, even if that last little bit had been mumbled.

"I touched him ... down there. On his ... his cock? Penis?"

"I see." Pleasure rippled over his skin. "And that's it?"

Menia shook her head, while her eyes remained locked on her dad's. "Huh-uh. He came and I tasted that."

"Did you ... where did you put your mouth? On him?"

"No. No! D-a-ad, what? No-o-o." But I wanted to. I want to. "It was in my hand and I touched it with my tongue."

"And? How was it?"

Menia opened her mouth to try and describe it, but words utterly, and completely, and wholly failed her. "Good."

They left it at that.

Menia told him how Mrs. Cankson, Neroli, had stayed the night in his bed and he didn't seem to mind. Later that night, before he went to brush his teeth, he sniffed his room and sheets and told Menia her teacher had a nice smell.

"I thought I'd have to ask you to change them."

"Me? Your sheets? Why--oh, yeah, your arm. Do you want me to?"

"Nah, it's fine. She smells like lavender and ... Is she a coffee drinker?"

"Yeah."

"Huh. I actually kind of like it this way, interesting."

They wished each other a good night. Menia said she was happy to have him home and told him to call for her if he needed anything. "Don't go pushing yourself, you need rest, I'm happy to help. I want to," she told him.