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It's Not All About the Knot

Sean awoke to awareness some hours later, opening his eyes to darkness and trying to take stock of his situation. He was in a bed that was not his own; a softer bed with a thinner blanket than he was used to. One arm was shoved under a pillow and the other draped over something warm and strikingly soft; fur on a body. Taws was a shadow of pale colors stretched out in front of him, her back against his chest, warm fur pressed against him from neck to knees. The white of her neck ruff shone like pale moonlight on snow in the diffuse light coming in through the windows. Only then did he realize that her fur touched him, entirely, from end to end. He was wearing not a shred of clothing.

Nor was she.

He quickly suppressed a surprised twitch upon making that realization, staring into the darkness over her head. A dim clock on a shelf near the door read 3am. Shifting slowly he tried to draw back a bit; his early awakening was quite apparent in the growing stiffness against the silken, furry warmth of the collie's backside. With a sleepy mumble Taws captured the arm under the pillow on which her head rested and shifted back in a body-length undulation. Sean gritted his teeth and gulped when that serpentine motion ground against his uncontrolled morning wood, shoving it rather solidly into a warm nest of soft, embracing fur. He found rather quickly that there was very little room for him to move; the edge of the bed was mere inches behind him. The valley of Taws rump enwrapped his length and she let out a soft murmur. A soft brush stroked his hip under the thin blanket; Taws' tail over his hip, the muscular root pressing against his waist. Sean froze there breathing slowly through his nose and waited for her to slip back into a deeper slumber.

For several minutes he rested against her back, thoroughly enjoying the warm softness of silken fur against him, but madly distracted by that same soft pressure along his erection. Try as he might he could not keep it from twitching muscularly in that satin nest of fur. Biting his lower lip he slowly began to draw his hips back, the silken slip of fur against his sensitive, naked flesh making sweat pop on his brow. Once again the sleeping collie responded to that with another dreamy mumble and shifted her hips back with a body length shiver. Sean found his erection shifted by her motion until it settled into the cleft of her rump and a smooth, furless heat kissed his blunt tip. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the muscles against his flesh twitch and flex and the collie grumbled a slightly higher pitched sigh.

Oh my god, Sean thought in a momentary panic at the pleasurable heat pressing against his tip and the silken valley into which his entire length rested. Sweat beaded on his brow and sprang upon his chest as he tried to come to grips with that. He wanted to escape, but some part of him did not, both at odds with his hung-over, muddy thoughts.

Taking a long, slow breath Taws let out a whuffing, whining growl and clutched all the more strongly at his arm under her pillow. Her hips rocked back slowly, pressing with increasing force against Sean's tip. Despite himself, his body betrayed him with a slick dribble of pre that made his tip slide against her flesh. He tried to retreat his hips but discovered the narrow margin behind him to the edge of the bed limited his range of motion to pretty much none at all unless he actually got out of her bed. Should he jerk away or let her continue her dream, whatever it may be? He was about to draw back the last bit, though he would probably fall out of her bed, when she shifted again. She reached down and back, catching his hip with a strong hand and pulling. Blunt claws dimpled the flesh of his hip and her body pressed backward in another slow, undulating roll of her hips.

Sean stifled a groan when the hot, smooth heat of her flesh pressed against his tip with ever increasing force until he felt it slip downward with a smooth twitch of muscular pressure. Pre-slickened, his tip sank into her hot rump easily and he bit back a startled grunt. Hot flesh twitched and rippled against the base of his glans, his pre lending a hot slickness to her stretched anal ring. Taws mumbled a slow, rolling growl that escalated to a soft whine as she pushed back slowly, her hand clutching at his hip and pulling at the same moment. Inch by slow, dry inch Sean felt his throbbing erection slipping into the silken, fiery heat under her tail. There was a subtle discomfort as her smooth anal ring slid against the tender flesh just below his tip; even given the slickness of his pre there was scarce little to lubricate that hot, tight embrace.

My god, he thought, eyes rolling wildly. I'm taking her ass, Taws' ass, a nonhuman... in the ass! Ashley had been adamantly opposed to that carnality and, since one high school fling, he had not explored it in years. Now he was once again, but there was a tail above the mind blowing embrace of the ass slowly pushing back onto the almost painful solidity of his morning wood. His fingers clutched desperately at the fur of her stomach as he tried to hold motionless against the steady slow rocking of her hips. After a couple of inches her hips pulled up, flesh rippling against him, and the slickness of her body added to the wan lubrication of his pre, banishing the discomfort of dry flesh against dry flesh. He bowed his head and buried his face into the deep white mane of fur at the nape of her neck, smelling a deeper scent than he had earlier. Under the shampoo smell and clean fur scent was a deeper, more earthy musk that was not at all unpleasant.

It was quite the opposite; he found it thrilling and inhaled it deeply through the thick fur of her scruff. With another roll of her hips Taws drew forward from his length a few inches, then once more that slow-motion rearward buck that pressed him even deeper. In the silence of her room he panted quietly, his body not his own as he responded to that carnal grasp and the silken warmth of fur against his body and silken heat grasping his erection. His cock twitched and throbbed, pumping even more slick pre deep into her ass. Minutes passed and she worked him deeper and deeper still, never seeming to come any closer to wakefulness.

"Taws," he whispered in a choked hiss as the soft fur of her ass ground solidly against the front of his thighs and he felt himself buried to the hilt.

"Shhhh," came the whispered, sleepy growl from the darkness in front of him, "Shh, now. Be still; sleep." It was whispered in a crooning growl, hardly louder than his own breathless panting. Indeed, even as she spoke, Taws' body stilled against him, the muscles of her ass clenching and pulling at his fully buried length. Her hips stopped moving and he felt her body relax, though her anal depths did not. Smooth heat caressed and stroked his length slowly, almost lazily, as her tail pressed against his hip. He held onto her with desperation, afraid to push forward, afraid to give into the needy thrusting his body demanded, and as well afraid to pull back lest he fall from the far side of the bed and lose the wondrous pleasure she was giving him.

Slowly his world became her fur, that scent, the heat of her body embracing him, and his thoughts spun away into chaos. Sleep came upon him once more, but slowly.

When wakefulness again found him again Sean discovered himself alone in the pale gray of Taws' bed. Daylight filled the room through frosted glass and he could hear quiet music playing through the open door. Sitting up he lifted the coverlet and looked down at himself, betrayed by a complete lack of morning wood. He appeared to be clean; no markings or shed fur on his groin to indicate that he had done what he thought he had done.

Had he?

That aside, however, nature did demand it's due. He had drank almost the equivalent of twelve bottles of beer the night before and now those remaining beers demanded to be sent to the nearest water treatment facility. Struggling from the bed he wove his way over to the bathroom, noting the countertop neatly arranged with shampoos, fur conditioners, and grooming supplies. An open shower glistened wet and the air held the telltale mugginess from its recent use. Sean dropped himself down onto the can to obey nature's demands and, once that was completed, grabbed up a bottle of soap and studiously scrubbed his naked groin, just in case.

Ashley had liked him to be cleanly shaved above and below so washing himself was rather easy.

Emerging somewhat more refreshed from the restroom Sean wandered over to the bed and sat down, unconsciously pulling the blanket over his nakedness. As he stared at the dim skyline beyond the frosted bedroom windows he tried to compose his thoughts. Taws could not be unaware of what had happened in the night, but had she been asleep or awake? What would she think?

He looked up when she padded into the room, gloriously clad only in her colorful fur, neatly groomed and slightly damp, carrying a tray. Steam wafted from a couple cups of coffee; one was tall and narrow like a gravy boat for her muzzle, the other normal and round for him. With a beatific, toothy smile she set the tray down and sat beside him.

"Taws," he began, looking down at his naked lap with a sudden feeling of exposure despite the blanket, "about last night,"

She shrugged and handed him the mug of coffee before taking her seat at the foot of the bed, crossing her legs and sipping her own before speaking, "You fell asleep, Sean. You were a bit drunk, and the day was pretty hard on you. It's okay, we can watch it again."

He shook his head and rolled the warm mug between his hands, "No, not about that, but -"

"But?" she asked, brows arched curiously and expressive ears pinned forward. Sipping her coffee she gazed at him over her cup.

"I - last night, we -" He stammered, unable to outright blurt out that he had buried his cock under her tail. Now that he looked at it he found it even more pretty than he had realized in the office. Washed and groomed the satin fur looked splendid, the white practically shining against the brown and tawny of the rest of her pelt. Despite being topless there was little to see of her breasts; not that Sean expected any. Only humans and a scarce few other species' breasts where pronounced all of the time. In most other nonhumans they were no more prominent than Sean's own, save for larger nipples which he could not see in the depths of her lush fur, growing only in the latter weeks of pregnancy and fading away after a few months when nursing was no longer necessary.

"We what, Sean? You were a bit drunk, and passed out on me." She evinced not the slightest discomfort in the way she sat. Sean was no small thing, though not huge, and from what little he knew of canines he was thicker than they were on average, save for that painful looking bulge at the root of their very alien cocks.

"I - we..." he tried to find the words and came up frustratingly short. With a sigh he just shook his head and took a draw of the coffee. It was spectacular; sweetened to perfection with just enough creamer to offset the deep robustness of the roast she used. There were also other spices in subtle collusion with the roast; cinnamon and chicory among others. He savored it happily and let its warming rush fill him, assuaging that deep emptiness that Ashley's abrupt departure left within his breast.

"We slept together, hon." Taws crooned smoothly with a smile, teeth glistening under the orange and tan fur of her lips, "In this bed, naked." She yipped a quick laugh. "I usually sleep naked, and you do as well if the fact that you were stripping on autopilot. You were drunk enough, though, that I had to help with your clothes."

"Oh, my," Sean groaned, rubbing his face with his hand. Oddly enough, though, he didn't feel embarrassed about it and was soon chuckling along with her. Perhaps Taws' humor was infectious. That, or she slipped something in his coffee. "That is so embarrassing, I'm sorry you had to go through it."

Taws just smiled and took another sip of her coffee. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't going to kick you out to the couch, and it was... nice to have someone sharing the bed again." Her tail swept a wide arc slowly behind her as a playfully coy expression slipped over her face as she turned away from him in mock indignity. "Besides, it also gave me the chance to see what a human looks like completely hairless. It was a... unique experience," she concluded, hiding her muzzle behind her coffee once more.

Sean again laughed at the playfulness, shaking his head. "Well, then it was new experiences for us both. I've never slept with, intimately or not, anyone outside my species."

"Oh!" she yipped, ears lying flat as she looked down, abashed. "I'm sorry, Sean, I never thought - I didn't mean to --"

Dropping a hand to her furry, unclothed knee he squeezed reassuringly, "It's fine, hon, just fine. I just never thought about it before. I'm just ... confused, is all."

Reassured, she returned his smile and leaned over to stroke the side of her long, slender muzzle across his cheek. "Confused?" Her ears lifted slightly, then relaxed back as she looked down to the coffee held in her lap. He found himself looking as well but the thick lushness of her pale cream hued fur hid everything from his view. He found himself curious, and profoundly questioned himself for that curiosity.

"You're a canine, Taws. Other than my dad's old business partner, a schnauzer, I've never even socialized outside of my own kind. I'm not sure how it's supposed to work." He shrugged helplessly, very aware that he was as glaringly naked as she was, relying on the thin blanket to conceal what her thick fur did naturally. "Thank you, though. For dinner, for the movie, for keeping me from being alone last night. I probably would have just gotten shitfaced drunk and passed out on the living room floor in my own puke."

Her muzzle rippled in distaste at the visual that conjured up and gave his thigh a stroke with her fingertips atop the thin blanket he used to keep his modesty, "You were hurting, Sean. That hurt me. I could not stand seeing that pain etched on you all day."

"It was somewhat unexpected, being noticed, having someone care." He admitted after another sip of the coffee. He could already feel its invigorating caffeine piquing his alertness and warming that hollow pit of grief in his heart. "It's early yet, I'm not sure what I want to do." Indeed, he felt a profound lack of direction. Not only for just the holidays, but for the foreseeable future in his life. He had, in the dreamer's part of his mind, thought through the entirety of his life.

With Ashley.

Now that was gone, dashed like delicate crystal on concrete, and he felt as lost as an unmoored ship.

Yellow eyes gleamed as she smiled at him, ears erect. "I know what I want to do." With a throaty, canine chuckle she leaned over to stroke his cheek with the side of her muzzle, "It's Christmas Eve, let's go hit the town." Sean glanced over at the clock again, somewhat surprised that it read 1 pm. He had slept almost the entire day away!

Granted, his dreams, if dreams they had truly been, had very pleasant. Taws was good company, collie bitch though she may be, and he could not find himself disquieted by her willingness to socialize with him. Shifting back further onto the bed he crossed his legs, keeping up the appearance of modesty with that thin blanket, and picked up a wedge of toast from the tray. "Any ideas?" he asked with a smile as he held out the toast. Leaning close Taws nibbled upon it from his fingers.

"Oh, many. Many indeed." Picking up a slice of melon she shared it with him in similar manner. He felt the cool hardness of her claws against his lips as he nibbled upon it. "But first; breakfast."

They day proved to be a delightful change from the maudlin sorrow that he had expected, even with Taws' company. After a leisurely breakfast they drove to Sean's house in suburbia and he changed. Since she had chosen a long, deep green gown of fine silk Sean decided that he would wear that suit he had intended for his date at Faveur du Roi. While he was there he sat down to check his auction.

Much to his surprise the bidding had been intense, rapid, and fierce. With less than an hour to complete the bidding had gotten all out of hand. He knew that Faveur was popular, but never as wildly popular as the bidding seemed to indicate. It was the focus of the social elite, the who's who of city life, and it seemed people were frighteningly desperate to be seen there on Christmas Eve. While Taws' hands rested softly on his shoulder he watched the minutes tick down and the bids add up.

It hovered just over seven thousand until the last two minutes, and then skyrocketed while he sat there, completely slack-jawed, until closing with a last astounding snipe adding over two grand to the total. Upon expiring his table at_Faveur du Roi_ stood available for a whopping twelve grand. That was enough for a down payment on a family car!

"Holy damn." He gasped at the screen, the only source of light in his darkened house.

"A wise investment, my padawan." Taws joked, leaning over his shoulder and running her muzzle of his cheek in an affectionate nuzzle. Moments later confirmation of payment beeped on his cell phone and he replied with the seating details. The high bidder sent him a Merry Christmas reply and the deal was done. That sale alone more than paid for his suit and Ashley's forgotten engagement ring together.

"Oh yes, let's hit the town!" Sean cycled the computer off and stood, turning and scooping Taws up in an abrupt, fierce hug. Quite surprising himself he pressed his lips against the short, soft fur of her muzzle, the cool touch of her nose pressing alongside his own. Taws' eyes widened at the unexpected kiss her ears sprang up, quickly returning the hug tightly. A soft jangle came from the bell braided into the fur of her wagging tail.

They drove to the inner city and walked the streets awash in merry makers and desperate, last minute shoppers. They walked along the blustery, winter streets hand in hand quite casually comfortable with each other and oblivious to the disparaging glances of human couples passing them. Sean did not care in the least what they thought. It was Christmas and he was not alone. His spirits lifted as they window shopped and he stuffed the last of his C-notes in a soup kitchen's collection box.

Not that Sean was close to destitute. The winning bid was only a trickle adding to a balance that could buy his house in cash outright, and two more of his cars on top of it, but he had never expected to win that big from catastrophe. They joined a queue outside of the premiere opera house featuring a popular musical and melted into the general conversation around them. Most of the people in the line were humans, alone or in couples, and a few nonhuman couples. Their closeness earned a few disparaging glowers from the hoi-polloi and hard stares from above high noses but Sean chose to ignore them.

After the show, as twilight faded into a deeper darkness, they wandered among the dwindling crowds and picked up cups of hot, mulled cider from the last street vendor they found. Sean drove with little haste down the slushy city streets to a market that was still open.

"What would you like for dinner, Taws?" he asked when he parked. "I like to cook, and I'm not bad at it."

She shot him a sidelong glance that slid southward without his notice and smiled, "Something light? Fish, or poultry? Surprise me."

Reaching over he brushed the side of his finger under her chin and smiled, "You, then, with a side of fava beans and Chianti," he drawled in terrible impersonation. He gave her a chuckle and wink before stepping out of the car. Taws barked a bright laugh and grinned. They wandered the aisles, picking up this and that without any true goals, and drove back to Taws' condo.

While Sean danced the complex movements of cooking in her kitchen Taws watched and chatted about nothing in particular, drifting from topic to topic. As she had requested their dinner was filling but light and, afterward, they retired back to the couch. She chose 'A Mircle on 34th Street' and reclined back against him, still in her deep green gown, to rest her head on his shoulder with one of his arms around her. For much of the movie they reclined in quiet peace, oblivious to the world that continued its stately passage beyond the windows of her condo.

Sean felt something tickling his lips and brushed them with his fingers to cast it away, but failed. After a few attempts he realized what it was; a long bit of fur. He chuckled and brushed his lips against the top of her head to banish it. "You're shedding, doggie." He joked.

"I'm a collie, hon, I always shed." She replied softly, tilting her head to glance up at him with those deep golden eyes. "Moreso where it's difficult to groom alone."

He gave her shoulder a squeeze and brushed his lips against the back of her tall, expressive ears. "Then go get your brush and let me help. I don't really know how, but hey, live and learn." Taws nodded with a laugh and wandered out, returning a moment later with a big brush, handing it to him and then turning her back.

He saw that her dress was cut low in the back, held together by a zipper that went all the way down to her tail. Catching her hips he shifted on the couch as he drew her back to sit between his legs. Her long tail draped over one of his legs to curl around her hip. While the movie played on he lightly stroked the brush through the fur of her exposed back, wadding up the proliferation of fur and stuffing it in a neglected wine glass. She leaned forward, her tail lifting and laying across his hip, and positively purred as best a dog could.

Taking a breath he stared at the tab of the zipper and then, bravely, captured it between his fingers and drew it down. Taws did not argue, only leaned forward a little further as more of her back was exposed. Sean pulled the zipper all the way down to the apex of her tail root. Leisurely he continued to stroke the brush through her fur, marveling at the silken softness of it, burying his fingers to lift the deep coat and work the brush through it. He never noticed when she drew the gown off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist, lost between switching his attention from the movie to his task.

"You have no idea how good that feels." She commented at length, looking back over her shoulder, "Having loose fur itches something fierce, and I can't groom my back like that." She stretched and bowed forward, thick pelt puffing up along her back, "But don't forget the tail."

How difficult he would find it to forget her tail, he thought, remembering his dream from the previous night. Leaning back he slipped an hand down to stroke her tail lightly, eliciting a soft, crooning growl as she lifted it into his grasp. He stroked the brush along its lush length slowly, but came up with no fur. "Your tail itches, too?" he asked humorously.

"Mmmh, no. But I like what you're doing." Satisfied with that answer Sean resumed grooming her tail, his fingertips working into the deep fur and massaging along the muscular core. It was thicker than he had imagined, and surprisingly strong. When his fingers worked closer to its base her growling purr of pleasure increased. Abruptly she stood and, with a shimmying shake of her hips, let the gown fall down her legs and revealing her furry rump to his eyes. Sean leaned back in surprise, one eyebrow lifted curiously.

Like most nonhumans, she wore no panties or even bra. What he saw was the collie in her entirety, or at least her backside of pale golden fur bordered by deeper tan and orange. Her long tail curled upward as she stretched and gave herself a powerful shake. Sean gulped and watched her move, never before having entertained even the slightest thought that the frowsy, bespectacled creative assistant looked so amazingly good. Had she been human he would never have approached her for fear her beauty beyond his grasp.

Even now, seated on her couch with her naked back to him, he felt that atavistic fear. Nice guys never get such lovely ladies, even as friends, much less lovers.

Lovers? He blinked at his own thoughts as she turned to face him, looking down the tapered length of her long, slender muzzle with a muted glimmer in her deep golden eyes. Looking up at her Sean could not bring himself to lower his gaze, perchance to admire the subtle curves of her small fur concealed breasts or further still the hidden treasures under the lustrous pale golden fur of her loins. Stepping forward she straddled his legs and leaned over him to rest her hands on the back of the couch.

"You forgot the fava beans." She growled softly with a warm smile and her own terrible impersonation. Sean blinked, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat; fear or excitement he could not know. She was not human, he had to remind himself, her cues and body language could be altogether different than what his body was telling him it meant.

"Fava beans?" he stammered up at the long muzzle an inch from his own. Warm breath wafted across his face from the glistening black of her nose and slightly open muzzle beneath it.

"You," she quoted softly, "With some fava beans and a fine Chianti." Leaning closer, Taws brushed the short, soft fur of her lips across his own and Sean felt a moment of panic. She was not human, she was a dog! A beautiful dog, for all that, and one whose tail he dreamed he had been nested deeply under not a day earlier, but still a dog! He blinked at the feel of her hands brushing his shoulders and the warm touch of her kiss against his lips. "Did you mean that, Sean?" she whispered, holding his startled gaze with her own. "Would you eat me?"

"Taws, I -" he stammered, thrown into profound confusion. He pushed back against the couch and rested his hands upon her hips as he looked upward along that fine boned, aristocratic muzzle to those golden eyes. "I - it's - Ashley -" he stuttered and tried, not finding the words. "I - maybe I should -"

"Not alone, Sean." The collie murmured gently, her naked body looming over him. He could smell the soft sweetness of her shampoo and the subtle dustiness of her fur in his nose, but there was another scent, deeper and heavier, beneath it that made his nose yearn to know more of. He had scented it the night before, when he buried his nose in the fur of her scruff, and it had delighted him then. Now it was more pronounced, that earthy inhuman scent, and it sent an electric thrill through his senses. "It's Christmas Eve, Sean. Not alone."

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