FSE

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_So this is something that's been floating around in my head for a while. Just decided to start writing. Rating is set at Adult because of future chapters and heavily insinuated rape of a minor and some blood/violence. Daisy is a Goat girl in need of a strong protector, and it looks like Boss has all the right stuff! Review kindly, I know my style is sometimes kind of...meh. More chapters to follow. _

Daisy stood waiting for the bus in the rain. November in Portland was wet and chilly and as usual, Daisy was ill prepared. The twenty year old student stood away from the others at the stop, nervously opting to stand out under the downpour rather than crowd in close to a bunch of strangers under the corrugated plastic roof of the metro number 7. The air was heavy with moisture and smelled strongly of concrete and car exhaust, traffic blurred a few feet ahead of her as she tried not to let herself feel lost. Resolutely, she stared ahead, even as droplets of water ran through the black and tan fur on her muzzle and wicked their way across her broad nose into the channel leading to her lips, bringing the metallic taste of the city and her own musky skin to her mouth. A quick peek of her golden amber eyes through long dark lashes revealed that most of the figures huddled under the roof of the bus stop were canines, reinforcing her resolve to wait outside at a distance. Her skin crawled and her hackle rose a little in fear at the thought of how their breath would ghost across her face if she were in there with them. She fought down the panic and focused her gaze downward, shifting her cloven hooves inside her pink rubber boots, making them squeak against the metal grate she stood on. And just then, as if Mother Nature were against her, the rain fell even harder, pelting her with cold wet depression. Bleating softly in dismay she shook her head, her large flat downward hanging ears heavy with water. She wished she had worn warmer clothing than her lightweight blue jacket and her pink paisley knee length wool skirt, she wished she hadn't dropped her umbrella, she wished the nice deer couple she'd been standing with hadn't flagged a taxi and left her here by herself. She wished she was home.

Movement made her look over in time to see the tallest of the furs waiting for the bus walking towards her. She had noticed him looking at her a while ago when she had first showed up, but this was the first good look she had gotten. He was huge. Massive. A white dog with a lion's mane of fur framing his block of a head. He was snugly dressed in a brown leather duster and boots, and as he approached she could see his tail curling out from under the edge of his coat in an impossibly long snowy plume. Water ran into her eyes bringing debris and she had to look away as she brought her hands to her face, rubbing the sting away. When she blinked and looked back up he was there beside her unfurling the umbrella he had hooked over one arm and standing close enough so that it covered them both. She stood frozen on the spot as she stared at the long fur at his throat and the broad shoulders. The top of her head including her horns barely came up to the low point of his shoulder and she had to tip her head back to look at his face. It was his eyes that caused her not to bolt and run away. They were a warm chocolate brown with a splash of pale copper at the heart of each one, and they looked down at her with honest open kindness. Light grey markings ran from his brow down to his cheeks and muzzle, and on the edges of his floppy triangular ears, making him seem old and wizened even though he couldn't have been much older than she was.

"Are you alright, Miss?" His voice rolled over her like a low rumble of thunder that she could feel against her ears through the close proximity of his chest. It was as deep and soft as plush velvet. Maybe he was older than she was. She ducked her head as she realized she was gaping up at him like a newborn kid, embarrassment making her skin flush and her horns feel hot. She was suddenly and acutely aware of his body heat next to her and she wished desperately for invisibility. "Miss?" He stooped slightly to catch her eye and she nodded a little too abruptly.

"Oh, yes... Thank you! I'm fine." Just go away. She added in her head. But it was raining harder than ever, big fat droplets of water hitting the umbrella in a staccato beat and it was nice to be out of the rain. So she found herself looking up at the dog again, wondering who he was. As if reading her mind, his heavy jowl lifted a bit on one side in a lopsided smile.

"Well I couldn't very well let you just stand out here and catch your death." He gruffed in his impressive voice. "My name is Lester Boss. But everyone mostly calls me Boss. What's yours, if you don't mind me asking?" He winked and she stuttered slightly when she answered.

"Daisy... Daisy Fields." He gave her a look of disbelief and something else and she surprised herself by bleating out a short laugh, however nervously. "Yeah, I know... Pretty cliché right? It's sort of a family thing. I have two older brothers named Wheaton and Oak and four younger sisters, Clover, Bluebelle, Petunia, and Mayflower..." Daisy ticked them off on her fingers as she told him the names of her family members, forgetting for the moment that she was standing next to a carnivore, after everything that had happened. That thought brought her casual friendliness to a crashing halt and she swallowed around the sudden lump him her throat, her words trailing off. Fear rushed up and she struggled to tamp it down. He saw it in her face somehow when she quieted and looked away, and his demeanor was sympathetic.

"Nothing to worry about with ol' Boss, Miss Fields..." He soothed. "Believe me, I wouldn't hurt a decent fur like you." He looked as if he wished to put his free paw on her shoulder in comfort, but instead he just shoved it into his coat pocket. Daisy instantly felt like a heel.

"Sorry! I know...I just... I'm not usually on my own like this when I come to town." Daisy scrambled, feeling bad. She believed that he meant well and she felt like she could trust this dog, strangely enough. "I usually travel with Jasper, my Dad's friend, he... he makes sure nothing bad happens." Daisy finished lamely, wiping her nose with the back of a hand when more water from her head found its way down to the end of her muzzle. Boss 'hmm'ed and raised an eyebrow.

"And this Jasper is a big tough fellow, I imagine?" He asked, teasingly. Daisy nodded.

"He's an Ibex." She rolled her eyes. "He's actually no fun at all. I'd rather go out on my own... but it... it just doesn't work out... When I do..." Daisy shrugged. "But today I really wanted to come to the city because I had an appointment with a guidance councilor at the college. I'm trying to get my bachelors degree. Jasper was out of town so I came by myself." She squeezed some water out of her sleeve onto the pavement and Boss chuckled.

"And it didn't go so well?" Boss asked gently, prying more of the goat-girl's story out of her bit by bit.

"I got lost a couple times, and I dropped my umbrella." Daisy waved over her head at the umbrella currently sheltering her. "Outside the school there was this really creepy old coyote and he scared me, after that I got turned around... then it started to rain. And I don't really even know if this bus is the right but to take me back to Glenfaire." She ended in a rush. "So... thanks, I guess. For being nice to me." Boss nodded and paused, before speaking, his face serious.

"Julian Wilderson is in jail, you know. For the rest of his life, no parole, and he's never getting out. He can't hurt you again, Miss Fields."

Daisy's heart plummeted into her stomach and she turned wide frightened eyes up at Boss when the wolf's name was uttered.

"How do you know about him!?" She gasped, horrified. Three and a half years ago she had been abducted and nearly murdered by that very fur. Three and a half years ago, her life had nearly ended, and in some ways it had. Ever since then she'd been crippled by fear and paranoia, jumping at memories. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to think of why Boss would know that. "How do you know about ME!?" She demanded. Boss tipped his nose towards a newspaper stand across the street from where they stood.

"It was all over in the news about four years ago, you know... That crazy wolf running around murdering and eating all those young furs. I thought I recognized you, but I didn't realize exactly where from until you said your name. You were much younger in the picture they ran in the newspaper. You've grown a bit since then, your horns are a little longer." Boss tried to gauge her reaction to the conversation but Daisy just stared at him, a glassy look to her still too wide eyes.

"I was only sixteen... almost seventeen..." She said finally, barely whispering her words. Finally, after a moment, she looked away. "I didn't realize that my picture had been in the paper."

"Well, you were the only one who got away." Boss pointed out. "Everyone was interested in your story for a while there." He smiled, but she couldn't drum up the energy to return the gesture.

"I was in the hospital for a long time. I don't remember much of what happened." Daisy lied. It was true that she had been in the hospital for weeks after the police had found her and rescued her, but regardless of what she had told everyone, she remembered every minute of her time spent with Julian Wilderson. Every terrifying second. And she relived it every time she closed her eyes.

Boss looked like he was about to say something when the bus lumbered to a stop in front of them. The doors squeaked open at both ends and furs began getting out and forming a line to pay the driver and get on. Boss made a small negative noise in his throat when Daisy moved to join the row of furs boarding the bus.

"Mm... You said you were headed out of town to Glenfaire? This isn't the bus you want then, this one is headed downtown." He said, watching the goat girl's face fall. Her eyes were suddenly over bright but she blinked fiercely and took a breath.

"Which one should I wait for, do you know?" She asked, her voice unsteady. Boss smiled and nodded towards the bus in front of them. The driver was a raggedy looking jack rabbit, a bit long in the tooth and he seemed to be waiting for them to make up their minds, his large twitchy ears flicking this way and that. Boss motioned to the bus driver to wait just a moment, and the rabbit rolled his eyes, but didn't shut the doors in their faces as she had seen other drivers do.

"Ride downtown with me, I'm picking up my car from the shop. I'll give you a lift home, Miss Fields. You seem as though you've had a pretty rough day." At Boss's offer Daisy's memories of her mother coaching her as a kid echoed in her head. "Don't take rides from strange furs, Daisy May Fields! You find a phone and call us right away if you get lost! And then you STAY PUT!"

"Um..." Daisy took a step back, feeling the rain hit the back of her head as she inched her way out from under the umbrella a bit. "I like you, Mr. Boss, I think you're nice, but I just can accept a ride... I just don't know you..." She said haltingly but with a great deal of conviction. Boss opened his muzzle to speak when the bus driver hollered out the open door at them in irritation.

"DETECTIVE BOSS! You gonna RESCUE that soggy little goat TODAY!?! Or WHAT??" He shrilled. Boss frowned and woofed back, reaching one paw into his jacket and digging in a pocket.

"HUSH Reggie, she's havin' a bad day." He turned back to Daisy and handed her a leather wallet with a bright brass badge affixed to the front. It was heavy in her palm and she looked at it in amazement.

"Detective? You work for the police?" She suddenly felt a little better and definitely a bit justified for her feeling that she could trust this huge dog, Lester Boss.

"I shoulda just said so in the beginning, I imagine." He murmured, winking at her in his slow gentle way. She smiled up at him and nodded, exhaling and letting go of a lot of the tension she'd been keeping in her chest. It was okay. Boss... Detective Boss, would get her home.

"Okay... lets go get your car, I guess!" Daisy hopped up into the bus and Boss followed right behind her. The big dog put correct change into the till box and then handed a ten dollar bill to the driver and clapped him on the shoulder on the way past, making the rabbit grin as he tucked the tip into a jar glued to the dashboard labeled 'Hawaii Fund'. They made their way to a seat in the middle of the bus where there was room to sit across from each other comfortably. Daisy dug in her purse as they began to move and pulled out a hankie, using it to dry off her face furs and ears, passing it briefly over her horns and then using it to blow her nose before wadding it up and shoving it into a pocket. She felt much better now, knowing she would soon be home. She looked over at her big white escort in time to see his eyes flick away from her, making her flush under her fur. He had been looking at her, probably while she was drying her ears and blowing her nose. Great. She thought wryly.

"So... You said you had a meeting with the guidance councilor but you don't take classes at the college?" Boss asked, letting his eyes come back to rest on the pretty little goat girl again. She shrugged.

"Not yet. I've been taking online courses until now, but I wanted to see if I could take some of my classes in the city. I thought I could...." Daisy trailed off, thinking of how she'd thought she was ready to get over what had happened in the past and get on with her life. She was so tired of how her parents treated her as if she were made of glass, and how afraid of everyone she was. She wanted to be done. Done being the victim.

"Thought you could... what?" Boss nudged. There was something about this girl he couldn't put his claws on, Boss mused as he waited for her to finish her thought. As a detective on the force he'd always strived to help others and do the best he could to be a good honest fur, but there had been something completely different driving him when he'd seen the petite figure standing so dejectedly in the rain. He wanted to know more about her. Daisy looked at her hooves in her little pink boots and sighed angrily.

"I thought I could be normal again." Daisy seemed very tired at that moment, her hands clutching at her purse, her eyes full of unshed tears. Boss felt a wrenching in his chest that made him clear his throat in a huff. Daisy raised her head at the sound and he smiled at her wryly.

"Well. Things don't happen all at once, Miss Fields.... And you got this far." He pointed out. "I'd say you did pretty well for a first try. And you ran into me, so things are looking up." Daisy had to smile at Boss's optimism and the sly self pat on the back.

"True." She admitted. Boss moved across the bus to sit next to her and she had to crane her neck back to look up at him when he settled down in the seat. With his coat falling open she could see that he was wearing a sharp looking gray suit with a blue tie and a flutter went thru her inexplicably. She suddenly wondered if his fur was as soft as it looked and she sniffed as if to clear the query from her head. It had been a long stressful day, and she wasn't thinking right anymore.

"Are you cold?" Boss asked when he saw her sniff and shake her head slightly as if in a shiver. She really had no protection against the chill, he noted, seeing that her jacket was lightweight and her fur was short and sleek. Those ears of hers, though cute, were definitely not designed for retaining body heat, not to mention that she was still quite drenched. "Maybe we should stop somewhere and get you a change of clothes?" He suggested, suddenly concerned for her health. Daisy waved it off.

"Oh we don't have to do that. I'm fu-fa-AH-choo!" She sneezed and looked up at him sheepishly. "Okay, maybe I'm not fine..." She admitted, shivering.

"Yeah. We're stopping for some dry clothes." Boss laughed and after a while of riding on the bus in companionable silence, Boss looked around and sat up straighter in his seat.

"This is our stop, Miss Fields. There's a Biggie-Mart right there and my mechanic is just one street over." He offered her a paw when he stood up and after a seconds hesitation she accepted the paw-up and felt that flutter again at the feel of his warmth against her cold digits.

"Thanks." She murmured bashfully as they exited the bus with a wave goodbye from Reggie. The outdoors was a shock as she stepped down, a wind had come up out of nowhere and it felt like winters teeth were gnawing at her bones.

"Maybe we'll get you some gloves as well, hm?" Boss said, raising his eyebrows at the temperature of her fingers as they walked. She had withdrawn her hand after they had disembarked the bus, and when he spoke she had been shoving them into soggy pockets trying not to think how nice it would be to have him hold her hands some more. His paws had been warm and toasty and very large.

"I don't have a lot of money with me." Daisy admitted when they walked in the doors to the shopping center. An elderly sow with spectacles wearing a vest greeted them and offered them a cart as they made their way through the entry way into the bright interior of the store. Boss shook his head to a cart and smiled kindly at the old pig as he picked up a hand basket from a cradle just inside the doors.

"Not a problem. I'm buying." He lifted his muzzle and briskly shushed her when she tried to object, and eventually Daisy just walked alongside him towards apparel without complaint. She would find a way to repay him, eventually. She could borrow the money from her parents when he gave her a ride home.

A little bit of wandering later and Daisy had a pair of jeans and a sweater that she liked and that weren't too expensive even though Boss had insisted that she pick whatever she wanted. The jeans were softly flared in a dark navy and the sweater was oatmeal colored, big and fluffy with a cowl neck and extra long sleeves. They went to the dressing room so that she could change and Boss left her there to go in search of a pair of gloves. The attendant at the fitting room gave her a once over and tisked at her sodden state. "You can't put these nice new clothes on top of wet fur and underwear Dearie." The female ocelot swished her long tail and narrowed her emerald eyes speculatively.

"I suppose..." Daisy sighed, pulling her jacket and her shirt away from herself, realizing that, yes, she really was wet to the skin pretty much everywhere. Even inside her boots felt a little squishy. The graceful cat nodded and gave her a once over.

"Right. I'll find you something. Go ahead and get in there, you can use this to dry off and I'll be right back with some under things for you." The cat ushered her into one of the little cubicles and handed her a towel from a pile of things waiting to be reshelved next to the counter.

"Are you sure I can use this?" Daisy asked as she took the towel. The ocelot nodded and grabbed the corner of the fluffy towel with her claws, ripping a fairly good sized hole in the terry fabric with a sly wink.

"It's fine, Dearie, It has a big snag in it. I was just about to toss it." She chuckled as she closed the door and Daisy heard her padding away.

The goat shook her head at the hole in the towel but didn't hesitate in stripping down and scrubbing briskly at her short black and tan coat, simultaneously restoring circulation and drying herself off. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror and stopped for a minute to look herself over. She was tall for Nubian doe, just over 5 foot 5 inches. Daisy turned and looked over her shoulder at her tail and flicked it back and forth briskly. She was actually quite proud of her long lean body. The curve of her back flowed gracefully to a petite yet plump backside and her legs were long and graceful ending in some rather adorable hooves. Her body was a rich reddish brown, with prominent black highlights. Her face and ears were splashed with black that trailed in a stripe down her back to a mostly black tail. Her arms and legs were also black, from the knees and elbows down. She turned back around to face the mirror and her hands smoothed over her long throat down her chest. The fur was lighter there, more of a golden tan that trailed down between her perky full breasts, widened over her flat tummy and then narrowed down between her legs. It would have been a perfect body if it weren't for all the scars, she sighed to herself. They weren't super noticeable, just spots here and there where the fur grew the wrong direction in a latticework of circular lines and dotty punctures. And a few places where it had grown back in with silver hairs mixed in with the black and tan. It could hardly be helped now, she mused, stroking fingers over a particularly broad scar over one breast. She was smoothing her fur back down and checking for damp spots when she heard the soft tap on the door of the cubicle.

"I brought you a couple different sizes, Dearie... I figured you were about a C cup and maybe a size 6 or 8, so here's a few things to try on. Just give me the tags off the stuff you end up wearing, and here's a bag for your wet clothes." The ocelot's arm appeared over the door with a handful of undergarments and a plastic shopping bag gripped in her paw.

"Thank you so much!" Daisy exclaimed as she took the bundle. "What's you name?" She asked as a second thought.

"It's Claire, and you?" The Ocelot offered through the door as she waited for Daisy to figure out if the clothes would fit her.

"It's Daisy." Daisy fumbled with a pair of emerald green lacy panties, trying to figure out the crisscross of elastic lace that went over the hole for her tail. When she finally got them on, she wiggled a little and found them to be fairly comfortable. Then she looked in the mirror and giggled, she's never had fancy underpants like these before.

"That's a nice name... do the clothes fit?" The voice that came through the door sounded amused.

"Yes. So far." Daisy tried on the bra that matched the underwear and after adjusting the shoulder straps a bit, was satisfied that the set would work fine. And they were adorable! "These green ones are so cute! I've never had sexy underwear like this before..." Daisy giggled again and hopped around in a little circle in front of the mirror, giggling and thoroughly enjoying looking at her body in the naughty lace.

"Well, Daisy, you have quite a nice gentlefur out here waiting for you whenever you get dressed. Claire chuckled as she wandered off. Daisy stopped bouncing abruptly and her head whipped around in horror. Boss was sitting out on the bench just listening to her frolic around like an idiot! And that darned cat had just let her! She pulled the tags off the clothes in a rush, yanking the jeans on over her hooves and buttoning the back closed over her tail in record time. She almost got her horns stuck in the cowl neck of the sweater in her hurry to get dressed and when she stepped out of the dressing room with her wet clothes in a bag and the tags in one hand a moment later, she was glad her dark fur hid her furious blushing.

"Everything fit okay?" Boss asked, hiding his grin behind a nonchalant paw, pretending to scratch the bridge of his muzzle. She covered her eyes with her hands in embarrassment. He'd showed up in time to hear Daisy talking about her sexy green underwear and he'd surprised himself with the flush of heat he'd felt imagining what they looked like on her. Down, boy... He told himself sternly. She's fragile, and you only just met the girl... His grin faded when he really took a look at her in the dry clothes. The blue jeans hugged her hips and when she turned half away from him to hand the tags to the fitting room attendant he could see her cute little tail. Without her blue coat he could see she had a very athletic and slim build, and the loose cowl neck on the cream colored sweater gave him a glimpse of the lighter fur across her chest. It was that spot he was staring at when she answered.

Ah. Fine. Everything fit fine." Daisy saw him staring and realized with a jolt he was checking out the little bit of light tan chest fur the sweater showed and her tail flicked double time in agitation or excitement she couldn't tell. She would have said something, but he seemed to snap out of it with a small snort and he turned his head, looking for the pile of things he had next to him.

Boss could fully admit he had a weakness for the fairer sex. A few tears and a pretty tail and he was putty for a damsel in distress. And Miss Daisy Fields' tail was very pretty, and she had been in some distress, but he still couldn't shake the feeling she was special. And when she came out of the dressing room so embarrassed and then caught him staring, he had to say something.

"Well, they don't really have much in the way of gloves with fingers. I guess they don't get very many goats buying gloves, but I found these, thought you might like them." He offered her a pair of dark blue mittens that had a heart on the back of each one. They were fleece lined and Daisy stuck her hands inside them and smiled, the awkwardness gone.

"I like them!" She nodded. "But you can't buy me all this stuff, I'll be home soon. I don't need a new jacket just for a ride home! We just met and I cant pa-" Daisy started, shaking her head when she saw him turn to a small pile of jackets. He ignored her and held out two of the jackets, one was a purple pea coat made out of thick wool, and the other was a green jacket with a hood that was made out of some kind of shiny material that looked as if it were meant to be waterproof.

"Which one do you like? These two are the cheapest ones, so don't talk to me about money, besides.... I never buy anything. This is fun for me. So... Which one?" Boss' tone was no nonsense and it didn't take but a second to realize she wouldn't get anywhere trying to refuse his help. So Daisy shrugged and pointed to her horns.

"Well. I can't wear a hood." She smiled "Sooo... The purple one is nice."

"Alright then." Boss controlled his triumphant smile, tugging the tag off the purple jacket and handing it to her to put on. She pulled it on and buttoned it in front, feeling one hundred percent better, until she looked down at her bare hooves. Her boots were very damp still and she was loath to put them back on, knowing how uncomfortable they would be on her feet. Plenty of furs went without shoes or boots but she'd always been weird about it. She tried not to let him see her look. But Boss of course was an expert at reading people and immediately picked up on her dismay.

"Boots are wet, huh? He asked. She waved at him hurriedly.

"It's no big deal! I just wont wear them." She said, steeling her resolve. She didn't need boots. Her father never wore boots a day in his life and always scoffed at her propensity for hoof wear.

"You sure?" Boss asked. He didn't wear shoes himself, so he didn't immediately understand her reason for having them, but he again was getting that inkling of anxiety rolling off the young goat. Who knew what her trauma had done to her emotionally? Maybe she had a thing about touching the ground...

"Yep. Totally sure!" Daisy smiled and gave a little hop as if to demonstrate her readiness. To her own surprise, it was genuine. The jeans covered her legs all the way down past her ankles and she didn't feel too exposed. And she was dry.

Boss twitched his nose in amusement at her sprightly little leap and caught Claire grinning, showing off her pearly fangs. Daisy it seemed had a magical ability to make everyone like her. It was impossible not to want to protect her and keep her safe. His instincts surged up at the thought of the wolf that had harmed her and he scratched the back of his head in a subtle attempt to calm the hackle that was rising there. He licked his nose and turned his attention to the back of wet things, scooping it up and putting her boots in as well.

"Well, all right. Lets go then." He nodded a thank you to the ocelot and Daisy waved as they walked up to the front registers. A short moment later they were headed out the door again into even worse weather than before.

"Be careful out there! They say it's supposed to get real bad tonight!" The elderly swine grunted kindly after them. And as they set out across the street Daisy could see why. The rain hadn't slowed down any and the wind had doubled in intensity. Boss ignored her frightened squeak and put an arm around her shoulders as they walked, protecting her from the thrashing wind. They jogged the last few steps into the auto repair shop and he grinned at her sheepishly.

"Didn't want you to get blown away there." He huffed. Daisy let out a breath and nodded.

"Yeah, it's getting to be quite a storm out there." She mused. Suddenly struck by the worry her parents were probably going thru she looked up at Boss, frowning.

"My family is going to be worried if I don't get home soon. With this weather they're going to think I ran into trouble." Daisy fisted her fingers in her mittens and lipped the collar of her new coat. Boss nodded and turned to the counter. The place was entirely decorated in hub caps and license plates from all over and so she didn't notice for a moment when the mechanic behind the counter walked up to see what they needed.

"What can I do for you folks!" Boss was asking if they had a payphone and Daisy turned and a smile froze on her face as ice blue eyes pinned her where she stood. Julian Wilderson stood in front of her, leering, his dangerous azure eyes boring into hers as he leaned on the counter nonchalantly. His maw parted slightly and she saw his teeth, white and shiny with spit in his long black muzzle. In terrifying slow motion Daisy watched his gaze rake her up and down and when he met her eyes again, he winked. The young goat felt her lungs seize and she gasped in paralyzing fear, memories rushing up to choke her.

"Hush hush, my little pastry... no screaming..." The voice was cold and emotionless, a direct contradiction to the hot and angular body pressed against her quaking form on the dingy mattress. His claws were dug cruelly into her upper arms and he was nibbling his way across her throat. She sobbed and struggled halfheartedly but she knew what was coming. Snot and tears streaked her face, her clothing had been torn from her days ago, and she was covered in wounds ranging from nips to vicious mauling bites that still oozed blood. Her throat was raw from screaming and she moaned hoarsely when he licked her face.

"Please... please no... I wanna go home... Please let me go home...."

_"I cant do that... I'm not done having fun." He backed up to watch her face a moment, his blue eyes still and clod as she tried in vain to get out from under him. He smiled and she had only a split second to react as his fangs flashed down and searing pain struck her shoulder. Fresh blood began to flow as she squealed in pain and kicked weakly. She'd lost too much blood over the last three days to put up much of a fight. As she fell limp and gave a whimper of defeat the black wolf licked his chops and moved one paw in between their naked bodies. _

"Nooo..." Daisy whimpered, trying to turn her body away and bring her knees up to protect herself. The wolf only chuckled.

"Keep struggling, Daisy baby, It makes it so much more fun..."

"NO!"

"Daisy! Daisy! It's okay, I've got you! You're safe!"

"Should I call an ambulance? Is she all right?"

"No. I think she's coming around... Daisy... It's okay Daisy, I've got you."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I think you... reminded her of someone."

Daisy could feel strong arms around her and great warmth. Her face was tucked against someone's chest and she could smell the faint aroma of a male's cologne. The fur there was soft and wispy against her cheek and she started to be able to think again in small increments. Boss... Boss was holding her. Her eyes focused on his face, looking down at her, deep lines furrowing his brow in worry.

"Is he gone?" She croaked, he voice coming out in a cracked whisper.

"Daisy? You screamed and fell down with some kind of convulsion... can you tell me what happened?" Boss' gentle rumble vibrated against her shoulder and the top of her head. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"Is the wolf gone?" She had better luck the second time. Boss stroked her cheek with his large thumbpad, his paw supporting her neck like an infants.

"There's no wolf here Daisy... just Cable. He's a German Shepard, he works here as a mechanic." Boss soothed. A voice piped up from somewhere across the room where she couldn't see and she trembled as she imagined those eyes looking at her.

"I never scared anyone with a wink before. Sorry about that miss..." Daisy gulped and made a move to straighten her legs, signaling Boss into movement. He stood fluidly with her still cradled and gently set her on her hooves, but his paw remained resting on her back, supporting her as she wobbled, lightheaded. She took a deep breath and steeled herself into looking up at the black dog across the counter. When she lifted her gaze, he was standing there, his tall ears slightly askance in caution. His blue eyes were icy and clear, but not vicious. And his fur was sleek and black but not frosted with silver like she remembered.

"I'm sorry." Daisy mumbled, still feeling unsteady. "I though you were someone else." She cringed at how shaky her voice was and was grateful when Boss stepped up behind her, his bulk a comforting structure for her to lean back on.

Boss hovered, feeling how her small frame still trembled. It struck him that he'd never felt this connected to someone in such a short time period. His mother would have said it was in his blood to protect those weaker than himself. But with Daisy it felt more important than responsibility. He was beginning to realize that he would be very very angry if anything bad happened to this little doe. He was beginning to believe that he would kill for her.