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"DECISIONS"

By

M.J. Simmons

(ADULT SITUATIONS: Male on Female, Male on Male or Female on Female. If you are offended by sexually explicit situations or language between, Peoples then please do not read further. Also any Resemblances between this work of Fiction and any person's living or dead, is not intentional.)

For Dee the day had not gotten off to a good start and was not going to get any better, her Doctors appointment had been a disaster. Which she had finally set up at the insistence of her roommate and by the now disposed of pregnancy test kit in the bathroom. Both of those facts plus she was waking up feeling sick and tired, with her fur becoming very dull and oily. She sat there on the edge of the balcony banister rail of the Loft she shared with her roommate, holding the phone limply in her hand. As if it where a dead rodent. She had just hung up with the Doctors office after they re-ran the "Beta HCG*" testing for the second time. "Great" she sighed both physically and mentally, "Just Fucking Great... I am Pregnant... I do not need this right now...."

She continued to stare out into the distance from the balcony of the River Front Lofts, just west of Union Station in Lower Downtown (or LoDo as the locals call it). Her eyes flicked over the mountains. The sun set hueing the skies into purples, reds and oranges. It dyed the mountains from their usual greens and browns with their white snow capped tops, to blacks and grays, as the sun feel and the shadow grew longer. She found her gaze turning back to the city as the lights come on; her gaze passes over the mast structure that signifies the River Front lofts. Down onto Union Station where she watched Mass Transit at work. She new soon, her roomie would be home and she would have to tell him. Her mind flashed briefly back on that night about four and half weeks ago when both she and him where talking about their lack of success in love. Michael had always been good for that; an ear to gnaw on when, things where shitty and she thought no one cared about her anymore. He had broken open a bottle of Champagne, and had gotten deliciously drunk in front of the fire that night as they sat on the couch. She remembered cuddling up to him, his left arm going over her back and resting on her shoulder holding her close.

She looked up at his face in profile as her eyes traced his canine muzzle, his features from his strong shaped chin up to his eyes, which reflected the fires light in them, All the way up to his right ear, which flopped over, giving him a slightly comical cast. This made her hands itch to straighten it up right. She smiled and chuckled lightly at the impulse. "What are you laughing about?" He asked quietly after taking a sip of champagne from his glass. She continued smiling, as he looked on inquiringly. "Nope I am not telling!" she said with a laugh, which was vibrant.

"Oh really!" he said, as he moved slightly to set his champagne glass down, and then proceeded to lean over and start to tickle Dee. "Michael... stop.... No fair.... " She cried out between gasps of air. " Foul...." As he laid into her feet with his right hand. She managed to get her glass on the table before the both of them fell off the couch and onto the floor. They struggled on the ground Dee fighting for position to retaliate, Michael to get a better location to tickle her silly. " Tell me, Wench!" he said in mock anger, a big grin on his face.

They continued to wrestle one another, until Michael found himself looking into Dee's laughing brown eyes. It was then that he became aware of her, as she continued to gaze up at him, attempting to fight off his hands from tickling her. He leaned more into her, as he started to tickle her chin and neck, and lightly caress her with his muzzle on her cheek. Instead, he found his muzzle over hers, in a light kiss. He waited for her to slap him silly, but instead was surprised to feel her respond, he felt her muzzle open to his and then her tongue slowly slipping out of her mouth and into his encouraging him on. He damn near allowed himself to, but pulled back instead, looking at her, as if seeing her for the first time.

"I am sorry... I did not mean for that to happen!" He stammered, embarrassingly.

"I did not mind, Michael." Dee said, as she brought her hand up to his face. Stroking it lightly, then she proceeded to unbutton his shirt and stroke his chest. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if you did it again." She said in a low throaty voice. As she gazed up in to his Hazel eyes. Michael looked on not even conscious of the fact he had started to feel Dee's amble breast through her shirt as he caressed one of them gently. He soon found himself face to face, as he lightly kissed her. Once then, twice, he finally started to nuzzle her neck as she moaned gently. He felt her hands slip into past his unbuttoned shirt, and caressing his back. His right hand, started to pull at her shirt, pulling at it.

"Here, Mike, let me help." She said as she shifted her body loosening up the shirt, Michael stared at her body. Feeling its warmth radiate up to him, as he lay over her. He bent down and started to nuzzle her left breast through her bra, as he caressed her right. He could feel himself getting excited as she first gasped as he nuzzled her and caressed her breast, then felt the quiver of her body under him. His hands snaked under her and unhooked her bra, leaving her breast open to his ministrations. Her moans served to encourage him some more, as he proceeded to nuzzle, lick and suckle her breast gently. His right hand, found her pants as he started to pull gently at the button and then zipper as he opened her pants, to get access. She groaned gently as his hand, caressed over her femininity slowly touching, caressing. As he continued his, gentle loving on her upper extremities. She felt a shiver of pleasure slowly build up in her and then release, raising Goosebumps under her fur.

"Oh... Uhmmmm... Michael, that feels wonderful." As she felt him nuzzle her neck, bringing his face close to her muzzle she could smell him, as his scent assailed her nostrils filling them with his canine scent. She then felt him, move slowly down as he shifted himself on her, slowly going down, as he inhaled her scent into his nostrils. Her back arched lightly as he crossed her belly, lingering there for a few seconds, as her pants where stripped off along, with her undergarment. He then proceeded to nuzzle her privates with his cold, wet nose eliciting a small shriek of surprise from Dee. As he then licked her gently and tenderly specifically on her pleasure nub, he brought his hand into play, as he slowly inserted two fingers into her warm depths. This elicited more moans of minuet pleasure from her.

Dee in the meantime was laying back enjoying being made love too, this was a slight change of pace, from her normal casual encounters. Which she had enjoyed in the past. She realized suddenly that she was nude, but he was still dressed, albeit unbuttoned and open. "No fair," Her mind screamed in protest, "He is still dressed, and I am not. Well this sucks." She thought, as another minor shiver went up her spine. She gently broke contact as she pushed his face away from her. "Stand." She said with firmness in her voice. "Why should I?" he responded his fingers still fondling her femininity. "Ya! Why Should he," Her body rebelled as it sent another pleasant shiver up her spine.

"Because... I want to do something to you." As she moved herself away and got slowly to her knees, she then grabbed him by the waist and kissed him teasingly on the lips. Her hands removed his shirt, and started to unbuckle his pants. Michael finally getting the idea, slowly got to his feet, one at a time, as Dee then got to work on him. She slowly nuzzled and caressed his maleness feeling it growing next to her cheek, as it got harder. She felt the need to want it in her, as she slowly kissed and suckled on it. Dee felt her hand slowly slide down to her warmth as she started to stroke herself feeling the need growing to take him in her and quench her heat.

"Dee... This ... feels... " He murred quietly, as she slowly rotated him till his back was facing the couch and then she slowly pushed him, down as she came up from her crouch. She moved sensually over his lap, settling herself over him, just feeling him flex out side of her womanhood. She nuzzled his neck as her body lifted up to allow him in her. "Ohhhh" she throated as she felt him slide in her gently and felt his teeth nibble then suckle on her breast. She felt her need to have him deeper in her growing faster then she anticipated, as she started to buck on his lap, going faster and harder... "Michael... Mhhh... Ohhhh... Goddess... Yes, Harder... Harder..." she started to raise in crescendo with his labored breathing, She looked down on him, seeing his face in a rictus of concentration. "Dee ... I cannot hold it," he gasped as he finally crested in a final up thrust in her, which also had the effect of bringing out her Orgasm as she gasped and moaned. Michael felt her body collapse on his as he felt himself still exploding gently in her.

"That... was nice." She said quietly still feeling him in her, as he flexed his love muscle in her and she noticed, with a little bit of surprise that it was not going soft. In fact she felt him start to nuzzle and caress her more. These proceed to make her even more aroused, and then he did something extremely unexpected. He slowly shifted to the edge of the couch, and then started to slowly stand up, with her still wrapped around him. He made his way to his feet, carrying her on him, and then took one halting step after another towards his bedroom. Their movements as he walked, rubbed them making her body wake up in a greater and frenzied state as she started to nuzzle and nibble on his neck with a greater intensity.

They soon found themselves lost in one another as they got to the bedroom, she felt her self pushed to the bed, with him on top of her and in her. His maleness getting quicker in her, she felt him stop and pulse in her. Then he grabbed a pillow and set it up in the middle of the bed, and slowly slid himself out. This left Dee gasping in pleasure and need, as she felt his hands slowly turn her over, and push her up over the pillow so her belly rested on it. She then felt him climb up from behind her, and plunge himself back in her.

He started to rhythmically thrust into her, slowly building speed until they where back up to the manic intensity that they had as they came into the room. Soon both of them cried out in explosive intensity as she fell on to the bed and he collapsed on top of her. They laid like that for a long while, both of them panting slightly from the physical exertion. Dee could hear the music still playing out in the living room, a slow love melody about being in a loved ones arms, earlier he had it set to play some Neil Diamond, not exactly her taste, but still enjoyable given the company. The music then turned to an even slower tune, with a voice reading poetry. Dee started to snuggle deeper into Michaels embrace, feeling his right hand over her belly as his left was around her breast. She could feel his breath lightly on her neck and shoulders.

She felt his breathing stop as he snuggled himself closer to her, his legs entwined with hers. She slowly felt her eyelids start to drop in sleep, when she felt a gentle nibble on her neck, followed by a soft touch on her teat, as he gripped her tighter with his right hand around her waist. What amazed her more were her own bodies response to his gentle touch and caress, she felt her need slowly building as she felt him rub himself against her.

Their bodies started to respond to the stimulus that they where providing one another, she felt his maleness growing again as he slowly slide into her, still growing getting stronger and harder. Then she felt his thrust slow and languid, building. "Michael... " She murred quietly." That feels so.... Good... Don't stop..." As if he was planning on it as his bodies sex drive started to build. He felt his melness, rubbing up against her pleasure nub, and heard her little gasp's and sighs if pleasure and murrs of contentment, as he slowly started to build up speed and intensity.

For Dee this was a new experience, she had always drifted from one sexual encounter to the next never finding any type of fulfillment, sure plenty of orgasms some real some faked just for appearance sake. Up until now sex for her, was just something that she took for granted, for nothing more then a brief respite of pleasure? This was something new and different, it had an undercurrent of something she could not quite grasp, as she felt him continue to slowly thrust into her gently and longingly, making each stroke, feel like it mattered that she mattered. That she was not someone in whom he was slacking his hunger on for now until the next course comes along and leaves her high and dry.

" Michael... Please... soon... I am Cumming... I'm Cumming." She started to say as her body started to release it self on him, and then she felt one final thrust as he buried himself deep in her, both his maleness and his head into her shoulder blade as she felt him explode gently in her a washing her with his essence and filling her with his love.

"Oh... Yes... " She remembered that night three weeks ago, she also remembered the following morning first with contentment as she had woken in his sheets. The smell of their Sex wafting into her nostrils, as she burrowed herself deeper into the sheets, she felt whole, complete. It was then that she noticed the bed was empty except for her; Michael's warmth was gone, she heard him moving around, soon the shower came on. She got out of the sheets, and walked languidly to the bathroom, where she watched him in the stall. Dee moved then to the stall door and opened it open. She watched him as the water sluiced over his brown and black fur, slowly she stepped in. Her hand reached out to caress his back. He yipped... "Damn It, woman do not do that..." as he grabbed a hold of the railing on the stall door, to keep from falling on his tail. Dee smiled lightly, seeing Michael, in his current state. "So..." she said huskily " I was thinking about a repeat performance, Stud..."

Her paw came up short as she moved closer to him, she saw and sensed his body tensing and drawing away from her. She tried to look into Michael's eyes, but he kept his head lowered, or turned away from her.

"Michael, Hun... What is wrong?" she asked, trying to be comforting. " Michael please look at me... tell me what is wrong," He did not move, when he finally spoke his voice sounded hollow and empty. "Dee, I need to know what did last night mean to you, was I just a release or did it mean something to you? I need to know?" his question floored her. Mean something to her, did it mean something to her.

"I ask this Dee, because I know you, we have been friends for years, and I have watched you go through boyfriends by the score, there has also been the times when you have told me how you feel about sex. That it is just something to do, that it has no meaning other then getting ones rocks off." She says the look in his eyes, the look of someone who had anguished over what to say knowing that it would hurt. However, she could think of nothing to really say, she knew what she wanted to say, about how last night was something she had not expected, but the words that left her muzzle where not those.

"You sanctimonious asshole, what last night meant to me... You self righteous son of a bitch." She brought her hands up and pushed him violently away from her. " Last night meant everything." She said as she stepped out of the shower and ran to her room, the joyous an wonderful feeling she had upon waking, dulling to ashes in her belly...

Dee remembered it all right, she remembered it all, and she remembered hearing his apology for what it was worth through the door to her room. Since then things had been tense not exactly fear and easy like before that night, and now this, she would tell Michael and see how they would go from there. She was prepared to move out if he asked or if she felt it was necessary. Dee stared out at the starry sky, as the moon started to rise, full and gibbous, behind the mountains as it rose. Dee heard the glass door open on the balcony as Michael stepped out, "Hey Dee..." She heard him, " How did your appointment go, are you all right." She heard the concern in his voice, as she turned her head to lock him in her feline gaze, her golden eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She saw the flowers in his paws.

"Michael..." She said Quietly." We need to talk."

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