The smell of love.
This story is about a male, Irish Setter who seems to have been born with rather feminine looks. He is swept off his feet as the CEO of his new job takes a liking to him.
Sam, or Sammy as he was used to going by, never really understood why his mother never approved of his lifestyle choices; particularly the one where he enjoyed dressing in girls clothing. Sammy never understood why he loved his feminine clothes so much, maybe because they accented his female like curves, his hips and rump being much more well-rounded and supple. Sammy was a male Irish Setter. Sammy slowly walked down stair, he was dressed in a pair of tight fitting, dark blue jeans; he also had a taught, pink T-shirt, a large strawberry on the chest with multicolored bracelets on her wrists. Sammy's mother turned around as her son walked into the room, her father sipping quietly on a cup of coffee. "Sweety do you really have to wear those kinds of clothes, I mean wouldn't you like something a bit more, oh I don't know, more boyish?" Sammy simply took a seat, his supple rear filling the seat as his tail sank through the back of the chair. "Mom, I can't help what I like, and besides everyone at my job thinks I'm a girl anyway." Sammy's father turned his head over with a soft smile. "Well Sammy, maybe if you didn't always brush your hair and smooth it out with your curler." Sammy did have a beautiful shine to his dark, red hair; the Setter's ears were perfectly curled and groomed; his nails a light pink with matching lip gloss. "Dad, I can't help it if I was born this way, and besides I love it when people think I'm a girl, I never got any respect as a boy." Sammy said as he lay his head on his arms, pouting softly. Sammy's mother rolled her eyes with an understanding smile on her maw. "Sweety, I don't have anything against you dressing like a girl, I'm just worried you might get hurt, or even wind up in a very bad situation." She said as she turned to heat up the oven. "And what is this new job you got going to be like anyway hun?" Sammy turned his head toward his mother. "It's just a simple secretary job at the new finance building." Sammy's father went back to his paper as he listened half-heartedly to his son. Sammy finished his breakfast hurriedly as their clock closer towards seven o` clock. Sammy made sure to pack enough of his personal items to keep him company if business ever got slow. With a bag full of his favorite toys and electronics, some toys a bit more embarrassing than others as a blush ran across his muzzle as he packed the multicolored toys. Sammy wasn't about to tell his parents he loved guys, especially since they already had a hard time accepting his feminine ways, having thrown away all his old clothes and went shopping for women's wear. Sammy made his way out the front door, not bothering to say goodbye as he started his one mile trek down the silent street, on the cold and foggy morning of December. The Irish Setter gave a slight shudder as he looked down at his choice of slightly skinny clothing. After a few minutes had passed, the one hundred story building finally came into view. A ray of hope warmed his body as he knew the inside heating was only steps away. Out of his view, Sammy accidentally bumped into a large figure; throwing out his arms towards the cold, hard pavement, a large arms caught him around the chest. Sammy let out a sigh of relief, looking upwards slowly, the dark, gray suit seeming to go on forever as his head strained to keep going. "Well, to what do I owe the honor of meeting such a beautiful, young lady such as yourself?" Sammy was simply stunned by the site of the large wolf that had caught him by the chest. Looking up at the massive figure, Sammy's cheeks turned a bright red, not quite sure what to say as he was slowly brought up to an upright, standing position by the wolf's massive arms. "I uhm, I-I-I." Sammy was simply too stunned to say a word. The wolf looked down at the rather attractive creature he had just caught. "Well now, it seems you almost took a nasty fall there dear. Why don't you come with me and let me make it up to you with breakfast?" Sammy bit his lower lip as he looked around the almost deserted street, and back up to the large wolf. "Yes sir, I would l-love that." He stuttered slightly. With a silent nod the large lupine picked up Sammy's bag, placing it on his own sleeve as he walked the Setter into the doors, the warmth of the building causing Sammy to murr in content, his tail wagging softly behind him. The wolf looked down with a soft chuckle. "Now see, that's much better isn't it?" Sammy looked up shyly, nodding his head. "Yes sir." As the two walked through a pair of double doors, they came to an elevator, a keycard scanner jutting out of the wall slightly. "Now, how about we go to my, private dining quarters." He said to her in a warm voice as he swiped his card swiftly, stepping in the elevator with Sammy as the doors closed with an electronic ping. For some reason, the large lupine stood behind Sammy, his large paws resting gently on her shoulders the entire time. "Now young lady, we can strip the formalities and you may call me Alastor." Sammy gulped, shuddering slightly as he looked back up. "Y-you're Sydney Alastor, the CEO of this company?" He said as his legs started to shake. Alastor simply slid a large finger down one of Sammy's ears. "Now, now; there is no need for you to be so frightened miss, I'm just like any other wolf, just slightly more successful." He chuckled to himself. With a glance downwards, he noticed a small id pass sticking out of Sammy's bag. He grinned slyly as he inhaled her scent. "Do you work here sweety?" Sammy blushed softly, looking up as he pressed his back into Alastor, accidentally of course, but shyly enjoying the warmth of him none the less. Sammy sighed warmly, placing his paws conveniently over his zipper as all the blood began to rush towards his groin. "I do Mr. Alastor, I got hired a couple of days ago." Alastor tilted his head, his tail swaying gently from side to side behind him as he noticed the little puppy press up against him. "And what exactly will you be doing for my company young lady?" Sammy pressed her head into his chest as she looked upwards to meet his eyes. "Since I just turned 21, I was finally able to get a job as secretary." The wolf perked his ears, thinking hard for a few seconds before sliding his paws down the sides of Sammy's arms. "Well now, every time you come into work, I want you to take this elevator to the top floor and go to office 10, that's the last one on that floor, and that is where you'll find your work station." Sammy wasn't quite sure what to say, he was supposed to work the desk at the front of the building. "But, I was supposed to- "Do as your told by the owner of the business." Alastor cooed softly into one of Sammy's ears. Sammy quickly turned his head as the elevator door opened wide in front of them, a small dining hall being exposed to them as Alastor walked both himself and Sammy outside into its warm and wonderful scented table. "Now, please, won't you join me for breakfast young lady?"