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>"Come on, perp, lick!"

>What made you think it would be a good idea to shoot Patricia?

>You fucking snuck the Kolibri into the courtroom, managed to blast her without anyone else noticing, and now you're kneeling on the floor of your apartment, pressing your face against her paws.

>Fresh from her duty boots.

>The smell of sweat and that distinct dog-feet scent is going to be ingrained into your nostrils for days -- and some little part of you is glad.

>The taste isn't nearly as exciting, just a bitter saltiness.

>No, what has you excited is the texture; the rough surface of her pads backed by surprisingly soft flesh, the small crevices between covered in fine fur.

>Admittedly, this isn't the first time you've been made to worship her paws, pressing your nose between her toes as you lick and kiss her main pad, your hands massaging all over.

>Feeling her blunt claws press against your forehead as her toes curl, hearing the occasional grunt as the shepherdess tries to maintain her composure.

>...And if you're honest, you don't want it to be your last.

>"Alright," Patricia growls, pushing you back, "now do the other one."

>You catch a glimpse of her before the other foot gets pressed in your face; she's looking down at you with that customary snarl from the side of your bed, though the corners of her lips are curled up in a smile, her ears straight up rather than lying flat.

>One hand is inside her pants, already unbuttoned and her belt undone.

>You rub your face against her insistent paw, holding it in place; her slightly rough pads scrape over your cheeks, as do her nails.

>She snickers when you get to kissing it, pressing your nose again between her toes.

>"You're pathetic," she hisses, squeezing her toes on your face. "Look at you, huffing my fucking feet, slobbering all over them."

>You grab her foot and drag it down your face, holding it in place as you begin to suck on her toe-pads, one by one.

>"That's right," she growls, though her tail wags behind her, "suck my toes, perp."

>As she looks down on you, you feel tiny. The shepherdess doesn't just look angry, but smug too; she won't let you look away, keeping your eyes locked with hers.

>That phrase she's taken to saying running through your head:

>"Know your place"

>She doesn't have to say it as her head slowly tilts back as she lets out a long sigh, her body visibly relaxing as you go to town on her paw.

>The way she raises her other foot and rests it atop your head says it more than loud enough.

>It remains there as you continue, your tongue darting between each of her toes after your nose, your mouth closing around each one in turn.

>Throughout, you can just barely hear the noises the shepherdess is stifling. Grunts, groans, moans.

>Even a whine or two.

>"Enough."

>The shepherdess pushes your head away again, pulling her feet away from you.

>She stands up, and her pants fall to her ankles, revealing a set of gray panties that already have a slightly darkened spot in their center.

>She kicks the pants away before sitting back down, scooting closer to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide, baring the cream-colored fur of her inner thighs to you.

>"Smell it," she orders, reaching for you. "And keep your paws off it."

>You eagerly meet her hand, your own pressing against her inner thighs as you dive in as close as she'll allow, stopping when she growls. She kneads your hair as you take loud, obnoxious inhales, taking in the now-familiar scent of her arousal.

>It's extra pungent, the hints of fabric-softener you can smell from her panties just barely coming through.

>"You want it?" she asks, her fingers digging in, "You want it, pathetic little perp?"

>You moan out a 'yes' as you press up against her hand, stroking the soft fur of her thighs; she growls, tilting your head back and up, looking into your eyes.

>"Don't disappoint me."

>Patricia then shoves your head between her legs, your face deep into her wet panties.

>Your tongue comes out of its own accord, tasting her excitement in the fabric; you can feel her folds beyond it as you rub your face along her, your hands sliding to the underside of her thighs.

>The shepherdess grabs you with both hands and guides you with a growl, her legs closing around your head. She's eager, drawing you in deep and disregarding your muffled grunts as you try to catch one last breath of air.

>Her claws dig into your scalp when you're immobilized, and she lets out a few grunts of her own as she starts rocking against you.

>Or, when you start rocking against her -- it's difficult to tell what's going on as her fur glides slightly against your cheeks, and your face is mashed in and out of her panties, little wisps of scent-laden air reaching you as you suck on her.

>Your hands slide up her warm thighs and you grab her ass, trying to dive deeper into her.

>"Greedy little fucker," you manage to hear her say, right as you start kneading her bare cheeks.

>...though you can feel the fluffy underside of her tail brushing against your hands, wagging with excitement.

>Just as you're about to start slapping at the shepherdess' soft, squeezing thighs, she releases you and leans down over you, heaving just a little bit less than you.

>You barely have time to look up at her before she's grabbed you by the shoulders, throwing you bodily into bed.

>She lets her grip slip up just slightly, and your shirt is quickly ripped off over your head -- literally, the fabric tearing partway.

>Then her lips are on yours, pressing your head back into the mattress as one hand dips down to your waist, fumbling with your clothes.

>Her teeth are greedy, nipping at your lips, your tongue, your cheeks.

>She growls when your hands shoot up to her chest, squeezing her nice sheppies through her duty shirt; she tears off her panties, the fabric snapping.

>You let out a wheeze into her mouth when the shepherdess mounts you roughly, bouncing slightly as she grabs your hands and presses them over your head.

>Only now do you notice she's got your legs up in the air, your toes curling as she traps you in amazon position.

>She opens her jaws wide, letting her tongue delve deeper into your mouth as she presses down on you with all her weight, her teeth nearly scraping your ears. Both of you are panting when she finally pulls back, her chest heaving as her heat burns against your waist.

>"Afterwards, prick."

>Patricia then drags herself along your now-freed length, her head craning back once more when she feels you press up against her slick heat, a slight chuckle escaping her lips.

>"Oh, you eager little prick," she says, still not looking down at you.

>You press up against her hands as you pant, but she doesn't even notice.

>"You want to get fucked?"

>You manage a grunt, twitching your hips under her weight, feeling your head part her folds just slightly.

>The shepherdess shivers above you, her head flying back forward and stopping inches from yours, her eyes locking with yours.

>"You want to be put in your place, perp?"

>Your answer doesn't come from fear or desperation, or from some sick sense of self-hatred.

>It comes all on its own, in the form of a moan.

>"Yes..."

>With a growl, Patricia scoops you in with a deft roll of her hips, shimmying slightly on your member to line everything up before you feel her knees tighten up around your hips.

>The two of you exchange grunts as the shepherdess begins to slam down on you, rough and without warning, taking you to the hilt with each go.

>The bed creaks with every thrust, the headboard knocking against the wall as the shepherdess' thrusts change in angle, the mattress shifting back and forth.

>She moves her hands to your shoulders to keep you in place as she rocks above you, her tongue hanging out and saliva dripping onto your face as she pants.

>The growl she lets out when you reach up and tear at her shirt soon turns to one of pleasure when your fingers find her nipples.

>She whines when you pinch; you let out one of your own, struggling not to cum.

>Patricia's walls grip you tighter, her nails dig into your bare shoulders.

>"Come -- on -- fucker," she pants between thrusts, "just -- give -- uhhahhhh!"

>The shepherdess leans heavily on you, her hips twitching against yours as you let out a similar, defeated groan as you fill her.

>Every pulse sends a wave of pleasure through your body as you relax under her weight, your legs giving further as she leans more and more on you, catching her breath.

>You moan piteously when she begins to pull away with a grunt, her paws sinking into the mattress around you.

>"Shut... up, perp," she half-growls; she backs off just enough to fold your legs back down before grabbing your ass, pulling you back inside with a shudder.

>Her other hand slides to the back of your head as she rolls the two of you onto your sides, pulling your face between her now bare sheppies. She hugs you there, letting you feel their soft, warm glory as they press around your face.

>"Shut... up," she sighs, squeezing you tighter.

>You hug her back letting out a small hum.

>...You sure hope Cupid isn't watching you right now... because he might have been right.

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