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Lazarus cuffed him on the upper arm solidly enough to snap his attention away from the show. "That's my sister, dude." The collie growled, but smiled when he did, and the pilot laughed. Returning his view to the front he picked up his paperback and resumed reading. Lazarus just shook his head and muttered about voyeurs and leaned his seat back to catch a few winks.

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In the limo they did indeed find a handsome setup against the back of the front seats. A decent sized flat screen monitor was set just below the driver's window opening, and there was even a disc in the player. It was the only movie in the entire car, so they got it running and reclined in the back seat. The movie was The 9th Suite, which neither of them was familiar with. It turned out to be a rather ribald comedy and after the first scene both of them were giggling madly.

Taws' laughter ranged the gamut of octaves that her canine throat and muzzle could produce, from light titters to deep baritone bellows that had her doubled over in her seat. Neither of them bothered to refasten their jeans, leaving their flies hanging open though they kept their clothes on. It was no warmer in the car than it was in the bay of the plane itself. Leastwise, when they first got in. After half an hour their body heat had raised it several degrees to a comfortable cool just below warm. While they watched Taws snuggled against Sean's side and he put an arm around her shoulders to pet the fur of her neckruff. His free hand stroked the tail draped across his lap.

During a momentary lull while the beleaguered concierge attempted to recover a situation gone disastrously wrong, Taws stretched and yawned hugely, then leaned forward to slip out of the seat. Rocking forward onto her knees she sprawled out on the floor, the plume of her lush tail standing in a loose curve above her shapely denim-clad backside while she propped her chin in her hands to continue watching. Sean sat back for a moment to admire not the movie but the view, smiling with one corner of his mouth.

"View!" he chided as her tail dominated much of what he could see; not that he was attempting to move to a better vantage. Taws' ears flicked back at him and she turned to fix him with one golden canine eye.

"You like it?" she quipped, wagging her tail slowly and lifting her rump a little to wiggle it at him. Sean chuckled and licked his lips. A darker swatch in the denim of her crotch hinted at the remaining dampness from their romp on the hood.

"It could be better." Sean offered laconically.

"Oh?" the collie inquired while the concierge made a horrifying discovery upon walking in on a hot chick he was doing his best to seduce. It turned out that she was not exactly a she, and had a package that would have done Sean proud. But neither of them noticed the revelation.

"Oh yeah, that tail is distracting, and the screen's gone all blue." He stretched out a leg and brushed the tip of his shoe down the back of Taws' jeans. "Maybe I should adjust the color."

Taws' tail flicked and swayed, gossamer strands of fur floating back and forth like a flag. "I'm closer, let me." Shifting her rump higher she slid her hands back and shimmied out of them entirely, kicking the tangle of faded blue back to spill at Sean's feet. He bit his lower lip and huffed with a lecherous smile.

"Ahh, now that's much better." He purred throatily as his eyes traveled down the slowly swaying flag of her tail to the twin black hints hidden in the lush fur of her rump. "But now it's all sorts of out of focus." He commented while the on-screen concierge was trying to escape the amorous attentions of his erstwhile paramour, without the patrons spotting her - or, more correctly - him.

"That's because you're too far away." Taws joked with a shake of her hips. Sean watched one hand slip back between her thighs to rub the lower of those two black hints, pressing and stroking the vertically flattened 'Y' revealed when her fingers parted the longer fur. He gulped and shifted uncomfortably on the limousine's butternut leather seat. "Come a little closer and enjoy a better view."

Fuck the movie! Sean stabbed the armrest remote and the TV went dark, leaving them illuminated only by the lights in the cargo bay outside. There was more than enough light through the tinted windows for Sean to see what was being thrust into the air in front of him below the furry exclamation point of that tail. Pushing himself out of the seat he fell onto his knees behind his girlfriend and leaned down to nuzzle affectionately at the back of her white furred fingers. Slipping two digits to either side of her canine vulva Taws pressed against the taut tendons of her groin and clenched the muscles of her pussy causing it to lift and twitch an inch in front of his nose.

When Sean leaned closer to give those beautiful black lips a kiss her fingers scissored shut, blocking his lips. He blinked upon finding himself kissing warm, velvet short fur and drew his head back slightly. "Tut tut, you can look but you can't kiss, pretty boy." She crooned, shifting her knees slightly and lifting her rump upward further. The light fur of her tail brushed the back of his head and then cheek as she lowered it to draw the satin soft length across his face and under his chin. As it passed away it slowly lifted upward and, once again he was able to see the delights beneath it. Taws had two fingers dipped into the hot, glistening folds of her pussy. He grunted and gulped but when he leaned in again her tail tucked and curved forward between her thighs until he drew back again. Slowly it uncurled, caressing his face again as she lifted it once more, showing him the treasures beneath. Her fingers were slowly moving in and out of the pouting diamond of her canine pussy, the white fur matted and glistening wet.

Sean drew a breath in through his nose and gulped at the tightness clenching in his throat. Raising one hand he reached forward and, curling all but his middle finger, let his one digit slide upward between her own, slipping smoothly over them to dip into her tightness. Taws huffed and dipped her back low, rump rocking backward to his touch as he hooked his finger to drag its tip across that heat within that he knew would send an electric tingle through the bitch. Her huff became a moaning whine as he withdrew his finger and popped it into his mouth, tasting the musky wholeness of her arousal. "C'mere." She growled huskily, the smallest finger on the hand cupping her cunt hooking at him beckoningly.

Reaching out to grasp her hips Sean shuffled closer, alternating one hand and then the next to shove his jeans down as far as his knees. He used the friction of the floor to draw them down further, kicking them back to the tops of his shoes where they hung infuriatingly. Working one foot against the other he tried to kick off a shoe so he could free his legs while at the same time scooting closer to the golden lushness of that upraised rump. His freshly reawakened manhood brushed against her rump, settling into its silken cleavage in a smooth stroke. The collie's long tail rested against his stomach and chest, the tip curling against his neck with a feather light touch as he pressed himself closer, still moving awkwardly trying to divest himself of a shoe.

Kicking the shoe off at last he hauled his foot free of the tangled jeans, his throbbing erection grinding and shoving into the cleft of Taws' golden rump. He felt her damp fingers cupping his shaven balls and pull them ever-so-gently as if weighing how ready they were to perform again. Even approaching thirty he could still pull out a two or three round night, but not every night. During the staid repetitive ritual of work, home, and work again they eked out three or four between Monday and Friday, with the weekends sometimes doubling that count.

Taws just brought it out in him. Toward the dénouement of his relationship with Ashley he would have done well to account four in an entire month. After weighing his virility Taws' fingers slipped up to capture his erection, hooking it downward until it slipped across the wetness of her labia. Resting his hands lightly on her hips Sean shifted his knees further apart once one leg was free, bracing himself close between her own wide spread legs, and eased forward. His cock pressed against those hot folds, parting them with a warm sigh from the wondrous inhuman form stretched out before him, he shifted to get just the right upward angle before nudging himself between those embracing lips. Taws met him with a grunt and a shudder of the tail against his chest as he eased into the tight grasp of her entry.

The second time was easier than the first, but it was still trying to put an oversized bolt into an undersized washer. The collie's chest dropped flat to the floor of the car and her rump pushed back with slow, firm insistence. One side of Sean's lips lifted in a quiet snarl as she denied him the opportunity to draw back with the demanding shove. He bottomed out against her ass in moments and her fingers found his balls again, rolling and stroking them while her tight vaginal depths clenched and squeezed. "How's the view now?" she crooned seductively, looking over her shoulder with a twitch of her tall ears and a gleam in her golden eye.

"Oh, it's getting better." Sean huffed through clenched teeth. Pressing gently to either side of his root Taws pushed him back and shifted her body forward slowly. He looked down at the glistening pink and black of her taut lips surrounding his shaft as it slipped out just as it had gone in; slowly, inch by inch. Just as he slipped free her fingers captured his length and lifted it slightly, bringing the taut, sex slickened flesh of his glans up against the taut blackness of her anal ring.

Not that it was, exactly, a ring in the strictest sense. The presence of her muscular tail flattened the apex of that hot depression into a squat T with only the slightest circular hint of a true ring. Sean had discovered that only once he had gotten intimately close, face deep beneath her tail with his tongue savoring her pussy and his eyes nothing else to look at but the ebony flesh of her asshole. Through his high school explorations and subsequent relationships over the years he had gotten quite used to the thought of an asshole less than an inch from his eyes so the discovering of Taws' canine shape had been one of those passing 'oh, that's interesting' moments rather than 'I'm gunna hurl'. What was more interesting was that the ebony T he had viewed so intimately loved to be stretched by the thick, smooth length she was softly circling against it, wetting it with her own arousal and his pre. Teasingly she drew him down, dragged his glans upward between the folds of her lips to add another glistening layer of her wetness before raising him upward again.

He let her enjoy the teasing, easing forward only when she slipped him across her tightness again. The weight of his blunt tip dimpled her tight black entry but she denied him the ecstasy of that warmth, instead dragging him downward again and guiding him upward between her lips once more, dipping two inches into the dripping slickness of her arousal before drawing him back. Her head turned again, white teeth gleaming as she panted with heavy lust. "Gentle me," she rumbled in a deep, eager baritone that was almost masculine in its throaty desire. Gentle, that word she had adopted the moment they had first stretched out together on her bed, him drunk and her horny, and she took him for the first time. When she wanted him under her tail she always wanted him Gentle.

It was their special closeness, the only way he could lie with her in the protracted intimacy that canines enjoyed, he inside of her for minutes that stretched in quiet pleasure. He could only nod jerkily as his tip came to rest against her fiery hot ring once more. Digging his fingers into the fur of her hips he rocked his hips forward, slowly, much as he had when she took him into her feminine depts. Her fingers released him and dipped into the folds of her pussy as her ass tightened spastically and relaxed in tiny micro-tremors against the tip of his thick length. The pressure of his touch pushed that tight black ring inward, stretching it with each tiny tremor before his cock until, with a shuddering ripple of silken heat, her flesh slipped back over the first three inches of him.

With a guttural grunt Sean bent forward over her, forestalling the needy desire to just drive himself into that silken embrace. He drew out slightly, stretched anal flesh slipping and sliding along his smooth girth while her inner muscles spasmed. She yelped out a hard groan and her ears went flat back into the tan and orange fur of her scalp and she let him draw back so that her ass could relax fully, accommodating that invading hardness. When he began to slip forward again, however, her back middle back dipped, shoulder flat to the floor, and she pushed back to meet him. The pleasure of it was very different, very distinct, from the hot clench of her pussy. It was not so powerful, for one, and it rippled in slow peristaltic pressure that her pussy could not, muscles reflexively trying to push his presence out. When her anal muscles clenched the peristalsis reversed, drawing against him even as he drew back until the rim of his glans caught against the tightness of her ring.

Once again Sean rocked his hips forward to slip himself beyond the half-way point, her rearward buck taking him with smooth ease. It was intense, but sensual in the slow, gentle way they coupled. The same, slow gentleness that all of their intimacy followed, the pleasure of it more to their liking than the carnal rutting of Taws' last canine partner or the insistent desire to complete the act that Ashley had given. After another slow withdrawal he hovered at her very edge, then slipped forward with a firm but slow thrust, his thighs meeting with a heavy collision of her satin soft collie furred rump grinding against his hips.

"Sean, so hot," Taws murmured as his weight rested against her rump and his length twitched and throbbed in the rippling silk embrace of her ass.

"Air Force 219, this is Albuquerque Tower, over."

"219, over. Good to hear from you fellas." The pilot responded after setting his novel aside.

"We're showing a bogey in your airspace and altitude, at thirty miles. Can you confirm, over?"

The pilot glanced at the numerous in cabin displays and noted the blip on their radar. Due to its range it had not done anything more than show up as a contact, but there was no information being displayed. "Copy, Albuquerque, we have that contact. What's her heading, over?"

"Intercept. Advise climb to three-four and maintain current heading, over."

"Copy." Taking the yoke the pilot ticked off the autopilot and pulled back slowly. At his side Lazarus copied his motions, but kept his eye on the unidentified contact. Reaching out one hand he tapped one of the multitudinous buttons near the radar display. After a few seconds the radar extended a line from the contact and their own; both intersected some twenty miles ahead with a positive four thousand feet indicator showing that they would pass over the contact. He tapped another button and the aircraft's radar data blipped beneath it. The craft was small, but fast; likely a private commercial craft flying without an active transponder.

Sean tightened his grip as the level plane of the limousine floor began to tilt upward, pushing him toward the collie sprawled before him. Taws let out a moan as his weight shifted and plunged two inches into her with a solid thump, caught in the middle of an otherwise slow thrust. The sound of the engines, muffled by the limousine's sound proofing, rose slowly in pitch as the aircraft climbed. He released one hand and reached up to brace against the roof of the car. Taws dug her claws into the floor and braced back against him, her ass suddenly tightening spastically as her muscles tensed.

The limousine shifted and squeaked against its restrains. The huge plane shuddered and groaned under the strain of the slow climb.

"219, radar indicates bogey elevation change, climbing through three two thousand." The air traffic controller's voice had taken on a harried note. During transmission cycles they could hear other voices in the background, the loudest of which was querying the unknown aircraft.

Lazarus tapped the radar screen showing range and bearing, and a rapidly dwindling gap between their elevation and the oncoming craft. The pilot glanced at it and nodded sharply, "Confirmed, tower. Advise on adjustments." He hissed in fury. An unknown aircraft on a southern flight path, likely uncharted with air traffic control, was intruding rapidly on their airspace. The display ticked down the miles rapidly, the two aircraft moving in excess of four hundred miles per hour on an intercept course.

"Descend to two seven thousand, heading three-two-two, over!" the controller barked immediately. With a hissing curse the pilot shoved the yoke forward and turned it to the right in what looked like a leisurely gesture. With an aircraft so large and ponderous he could not act any more swiftly. One hand dropped to the throttles, Lazarus' hand already on the twin arm, and pushed them up a few notches. The engine roar became a shriek as the lumbering cargo plane pitched forward and began to yaw steeply. "Evade, 219, evade at discretion!" the controller barked over their headsets. The pilot pushed at his yoke and increased the turn angle, steepening the plane's dive and roll as he turned toward the flight path of the oncoming aircraft. Lazarus gritted his teeth and watched the vector lines take on an ever more acute angle as the elevation counter ticked down to zero.

A two-tone alert klaxon abruptly filled the cockpit, "Proximity!" droned a vaguely feminized masculine voice followed by another two-tone wail, "Proximity!"

Sean cried out as the floor of the car suddenly pitched again, the shriek of the engines becoming deafening even through the sound proofing of the limousine. Taws yelped as she was thrown solidly back against his lap, wrenching his erection as he grabbed at her hips. He pulled her close even as the increasing pitch began to tilt precipitously toward one side of the limo. It was not to keep his suddenly forgotten erection buried in the intense tightness of her ass but to keep her from bouncing around any more than he was. His ass thudded against the butter soft leather of the rear seat and he thrust a leg out against the rearmost door to hold himself in place as the car's sideward list steepened.

He felt his stomach lifting into his ribcage and his knee began to feel light on the floor. He pushed one hand to the ceiling again and Taws clutched at the seats to either side as they both began to slowly rise from the floor. The angle of the limo did not steepen any further as the weightlessness increased. Thrusting out her legs she clenched them around Sean's waist and howled in fear echoing Sean's own startled cry.

"Fucking boat!" The pilot hissed as he tried to wrench the lumbering cargo plane out of its turn. The vector lines briefly matched and then separated in a rapidly widening angle as the unknown craft continued to climb ahead of them. They caught a glimpse of it against the night sky as a white glow, but there was not a single beacon active on its wingtips or tail. The two craft passed at a combined total speed of nearly nine hundred miles per hour with less than the Federal Aeronautics Administration's required one mile separation. Within seconds the private jet passed beyond sight somewhere behind them and the annoying collision alert alarm abruptly went silent.

"Tower, 219, advise; bogey flying blacked out. Private twin engine jet, but I didn't catch registry." The pilot reported irritably to air traffic control.

"Acknowledged, 219. You guys okay up there?"

"Got a right good gut check, but doing well. Get something up here to intercept that fucker!"

"Air Force acknowledges, two Raptors out of Holloman Airfield at White Sands are already in the air, 219. They'll cross your contrail at seventeen in ten minutes. You may resume previous course and elevation at your convenience, over."

"Copy. 219, out." The pilot sighed as the cargo plane ponderously leveled out at twenty seven thousand feet. Throttling the engines back he handed control over to Lazarus. "Fucking fuck, fuck! I gotta piss, mate. Get her back up on track, will ya?" Unbuckling his harness he swayed, weak kneed, out to the passenger deck and the utilitarian lavatory just outside the cockpit.

Gravity returned with a slow pressure that dumped Sean and Taws back to the floor of the limo in a heap. He fell forward over her breathing heavily, and then began to chuckle. Taws tittered likewise in fearful realization that they were not about to die quite so soon. All the while his cock remained firmly nested under her tail, only half there due to the legs wrapped around his waist. After a few moments she uncrossed her ankles and dropped her knees down, the motion once more returning him to her fiercely tight, rippling ass. The fear had sent the muscles of her ass into spastic contractions that quickly made themselves all to apparent, but Sean did not withdraw.

"What the hell was that?" he laughed, splaying his fingers and roughing them through the fur of her hips.

Taws shifted slightly forward, rearranging her knees and shifting once more to the middle of the floor, forcing her still tense muscles to relax a bit. "If that was Lazy I'm going to gut him." She joked and shoved back slowly, slid forward slightly, and then shoved back more firmly. "That was ... intense. Could you find my heart? I think it jumped up through my throat somewhere during freefall."

Sean chuckled, his humor stuttering into a hiss as her fierce tightness pressed back downward upon him, drew off, and shoved back to thump his hips with her softly furred ass. He lipped at the fluffy tailtip that batted across his lips, "That's our life, it seems." He groaned at the resumption of their slow tryst, "One exciting ride after another."

Turning her head to look back at him Taws smiled and Sean felt a light touch at his balls, "Speaking of rides... I think we were in the middle of something, love?" Rolling them gently upon damp, warm fingers she rocked slowly forward. Sean chuckled deeply and tightened his fingers upon her hips, pulling her back down onto him fully once more. Leaning forward he ground his hips against the softness of her satin backside and flexed the muscles of his stomach, pressing his cock upward against the restraint of her hot rectal depths. The plane bucked up and shuddered through a bought of turbulence, swaying them side to side as Taws let out another yip at the motion. Her ass clenched and her tail pressed against his stomach and Sean groaned as the muscles of its root crushed down against his buried shaft. The groaning rattle of turbulence continued to shake the craft but it was not nearly so severe as the acrobatics they had suffered moments before.

Satisfied that all the beast not going to repeat its earlier performance Taws relaxed a little and slowly swayed her tail from side to side, brushing it across Sean's stomach and chest. The results of the motion within her body, however, were much more visceral. He felt a light caress against his balls each time he rooted his shaft in her; the short fur of her knuckles while she stroked two fingers into her own sensitive vaginal depths. Sean grunted and grasped at the lush fur of her hips as the muscles at the base of her spine anchoring her tail rolled against his shaft, pushing it about within her hot silken grasp and the motions of the fingers within her pushed the muscles along the underside of his cock upward more solidly against him. Slowly he drew back and Taws stretched, bowing her body and shuddering, her ears laid back with a long, rolling whine.

"More," she growled as the pressure of her anal ring relaxed and her inner muscles pushed powerfully against his returned thrust. Her fingers began to pump more rapidly at her sex and she quivered with growing pleasure. Sean's eyes fluttered at the intense stimulation of rippling inner walls and the crushing constriction of her steadily moving tail muscles. "More, love." Her hips shoved back solidly as he drew and thrust again, bringing rump to hips in a firm press of fur against flesh. "More!"

He was completely and delightfully buried to his hilt, so all he had left he gave. With a choking growl of his own Sean's entire body shuddered and his tortured cock jerked spastically, fountaining a fresh load of heat deep into her wonton golden ass. Her head lifted up and strong claws dug into the carpet of the limousine floor as she pushed back, savoring the muscular jerking of his length within her. Her knuckles brushed swiftly against his nuts as she stroked the depths of her wet pussy. He drew back slightly between spastic contractions of his groin muscles, plowing himself deep with solid, short thrusts each time his orgasm offered up another thick dollop of cum. Not that after their previous enjoyments there was terribly much to offer but his body gave its all. With a moaning growl her body bucked solidly back and he had a moment to realize her own orgasm and grasp her more tightly before her hips began to buck with wild abandon.

Her gyrating orgasm almost sent him soaring over the top of a second of the moment and third of the night but all too soon they both slowed and, at length, stilled. Her knees slid back and she stretched forward, lowering her upraised hips. Sean followed them down, leaning forward over her until he lay almost upon her, dropping down onto his elbows and letting his hips rest upon her rump. Taws' tail swayed out of the way to one side and she let out a quavering, contented sigh. "Damn, what a ride."

"For the record books," Sean agreed as he nuzzled into the fur of her nape and back of her head.

A loud thump on the trunk of the limo snapped him out of his reverie some time later. He realized that he had fallen asleep at some point, as had Taws, snuggled up against him in a warm spoon. The fur of her naked rump brushed his own furless, exposed flesh and they both gave a start when they spied the mid-torso of someone standing outside the car through one of the windows. Another resounding thump issued through the roof. "Hey, you two," Lazarus' muffled voice barked, "Gears down in thirty, we're already on descent. Best find someplace to buckle up!"

With that the torso turned and disappeared beyond the back window of the car. Taws and Sean scrambled for their pants and acrobatically writhed about within the limited height of the car to struggle back into them, laughing at each other in the awkwardness of their motions. The car slowly pitched to the side, leveled, then pitched the opposite direction slightly as the plane navigated whatever flight path supplied by the control tower.

By the time the plane rattled to a landing with a howl of engines and coasted to a stop the two were fully restored to their pre-flight readiness, though they had decided to ride it out on the much more comfortable seats of the limo than the hard steel benches of the plane. They emerged only once all motion had ceased and the rear doors began to open with a groan of hydraulics and protesting steel hinges. Lazarus was at the controls of the ramp while the pilot remained up in the cockpit finishing the final powering down of his aircraft. They joined the collie federal agent to watch the lowering of the ramp.

"Hey, what was with the circus trapeze act up there?" Sean asked.

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