The Hook Up
Ok so, I've been going through old half finished stories and well finishing them. Like the last one, its not really grammatically perfect and the story line while inspired by real experiences is by far not real. Again please be gentle, read, enjoy and review! * * *
Jeremy sighed as he took another drag off his dwindling cigarette. He leaned on to the smoky bar, 'the tonk' as he called it was not as crowded as it could get on a Friday night but every one he ever really cared about that came by were there so he wasn't too disappointed. Greg, his friend on the stool next to him, tapped him on the shoulder and gestured to a nearby booth as he put out what remained of the cigarette on a nearby ash try. "Hey Jer, ain't that Mary over there with Petunia?" "Mary went off to college like 5 years ago." "Well Jer, you might not realize it, but college usually lasts about 4 years." "Right but don' no one come back to this piece of shit ass town after they go off to college." "I recall she went off to learn about farming science or what not and since her momma passed last year and her pop is past his prime she's probably taken over the farm." "You and your figuring..." Said Jeremy as he killed his beer. "Yeah, but what about me and my figuring?" "...Nothin...what does it matter anyways?" "You haven't looked at her yet have you?" "Why should I, she wasn't above a 6 before, too chunky with tiny tits, why would I care about a chunky tiny titted cow 5 years after I didn't give a shit about her?" "Would you stop jawing and just look you stubborn pup?" The Collie sighed and took his friends advice and turned around to take a look at a female that he was sure had probably picked up the city style and the city attitude and still looked like a half chewed week cut of flank. As he turned around and looked he initially, he did see a cow and Petunia, the sheep female that Greg mentioned but he didn't see Mary; at least he didn't think he did. After doing a double take he realized that the Cow he saw at first was actually Mary. There was a good reason he didn't notice her at first, she not only was changed in appearance but almost in every other way possible. She carried her self more confidently, she was more vibrant and fun looking, hell she looked like she'd be great company for a night on the town, in and out of the bed. Obviously she had grown up a lot as well, she had a rack worthy of a Bessie and while still thick she had good curves. She wasn't dressed overly sexy but her skirt and tank top did do justice to her curves especially in the heat of the bar in summer with the sweat simmering off her body. Her face was molded better and her black head fur short and cropped seemed to accentuate her already decent features. While not the best Bessie bovine he had seen she did rank up from barely a 6 to a solid 8 1/2 and that's with out actually meeting her or seeing her performance. He noticed that Petunia was looking at him undressing Maria with his eyes and that's when he shook the stare. Greg slapped him on the back and chuckled as he saw the astonished gaping look Jeremy had while staring at Mary. Jeremy turned back around to look behind the bar. "Told ya." "How...what...damn that is a fine Bessie!" "Guess the city, some education and 5 years can to that to a gal." To the surprise of Jeremy he felt a soft paw on his back and Petunia slide into the seat next to him wearing a devilish grin. He averted his eyes and motioned for another beer to the bar tender. Petunia was his younger brother's girl friend of 3 years, his brother had a weakness for the older and more commanding type to which Petunia fit like a glove. "So, does Mary look like your type these days? Or maybe that was me you were eye humping me a minute ago." smugly asked the sheep. "Listen Petunia, I'm sorry if I was staring but I don't want none of your games." "Right, because I'm sure your brother would take offence if you were, then again maybe Mary would want some of yours..." "Alright that's enough!" Exclaimed Jeremy as he stood up off the bar. "Now stop making something out of nothing!" "Calm down there boy, I was just messing with ya. But to be honest she does want a piece of you. You're she's all been asking about all night, looks like you might have a stalker." "She had a crush on you when we were younger, you knew that Jer." Chimed in Greg. "Come on pup, what could it hurt to talk to the poor Bessie?" "You did say she looks better." "Yeah but I didn't say I was interested." "Aw come on, what could it hurt to just chat with an old friend?" "Ok fine, I'll go over there, but I ain't buying her a drink or nothing." "What a gentleman!" Petunia jokingly teased. "We didn't ask ya to romance her, just talk to the poor bess. Her mom is dead, her pa is near death, she is basically alone these days." "Yeah except for her nosey friends." Mumbled Jeremy as he picked up his fresh beer and made his way to the booth were Mary sat idly staring at the empty stage and tapping the table along with the beat of the music playing in the club. Jeremy smiled as he slid up across the table from Mary. She looked up at the Coolie and smiled back. "Hey Mary, you don't mind if I take a seat right?" "Oh hell no, your always welcome at my table Jer. How are you these days I haven't seen you around." "Oh you know staying busy, working as a hand for the Fredricks and I'm only one more payment away from owning old Mr. Greeson's grocery store." "Right you were working there when I left." "Well I'm about to own there soon." He said with a chuckle and was met with an awkward smile from Mary. He then cleared his throat. "So, I haven't seen you around either, when did you get in?" "Just last week, figured shouldn't waste time managing the old homestead with papa needing more help these days and to put all those theories I read about in school into good use." She said taking a sip of her beer. "Beer huh? I always figured you to be more of a..." "Sissy drinker? Please, the city has done a lot of things to be but changing my tastes ain't one of them." With that response Jeremy perked up a bit and relaxed. "You mean you drank in high school?" Mary smiled and shook her head. "Just because I never was at those popular parties doesn't mean I was any different from any one else back then." "This intrigues me, you are an experienced beer drinker..." "Oh honey more then just beer, whiskey is my drink of choice." With that revelation he nearly fell out of his seat. "You are kidding me, you are a whisky drinker?" She shook out her body as she readjusted in her seat, leaning over the table with a cocky look on her face. "You doubt me?" "I believe I do." "Willing to put your money were your mouth is?" He smiled half laughed as he pulled out his wallet, "hell not only will I do that but I'll join ya." They ordered round and round of shots, not the best way to drink good whiskey but a quick way to get both parties, already drunk, really smashed. It wasn't long before they both were have a great time joking and laughing mostly at nothing then as most drunk folks do, they got up to dance on the nearly empty dance floor and their pleasant demeanor attracted the rest of the club to get up and join them. They became the life of the party and as the night went on they had stopped drinking and began to sober up. By the early morning, long after 'the tonk' stopped serving and the doors were shut Mary and Jeremy were still laughing and joking."Alright, I think its time for you two party bringers to get some sleep, Lord knows I need some." The bar tender said as she picked up her purse. Jeremy and Mary shrugged at each other before standing up and shuffling to the door. The bar tender locked the door behind them and walked across the street to the home she shared with her father the owner of the bar, leaving the collie and the cow standing in the small parking lot, alone. "Well, that was fun." Mary said through a sigh. "Fun, hell that was a blast; it's been a while since I've had a night like that." Mary smiled and ran a paw down the Collies arm tenderly. Jeremy smiled back, the realization of her attention all night became so clear in that small instant. The thing was it wasn't something that he didn't want, especially not after that evening."So Jer, wanna head home with me, you know for some coffee or maybe some more whiskey. I got some better stuff at the house." "Oh, I'd love to Mary, but I don't know if your father would want me to intrude. I mean what would he think I was there for, isn't he the old fashioned type of guy?" She chuckled and raised an eyebrow to his inquiry, "Daddy is out for a week, visiting Aunt Rose, so you don't have to worry about any 'misconceptions' that might come up." He chuckled along with her and scratched his head nervously. It was then that he noticed something peculiar, other then his truck there was no other car in the lot. 'Did she not drive here, how did she get here in the first place?' He thought as he looked around fervently finding no real answer for his explanation. In response she gripped his arm tightly with both of hers and smiled innocently up at the slightly taller canine. He gave a half smile back and sighed. "I guess you got a ride here?" "Yeah, I didn't want to say anything seeing as Petunia left long ago..." That told him everything he wanted to know, Petunia and Mary had planned this as a best case scenario. The Bessie had come here for a tryst with some one, most probably himself. Guess it was good Mary was Jeremy's type; otherwise the poor bovine might be walking home. Jeremy was a nice guy but not that nice. It wasn't long before they made it to Mary's farm; it was large but not the largest in the area. It had stayed in the family for generations and only got bigger as time went on; the latest was added through the purchase of Jeremy's family old 'stead from his grandparents after the war. That's how he really got to know her, his parents always went to her parents house every Sunday, his father used to always say that with out the Robertson's they wouldn't be where they were. Jeremy liked going when he was younger but Mary had always put him off, she was...too different, he guessed her time with Yankees changed her for the better. Jeremy looked around the old farm house's entry way and glanced into the connected family room as Mary closed the door behind them. "Big place...and you pretty much have this whole thing to yourself?" "Well Papa lives in the guest house now with his nurse since its only one story so yes. You could say this whole thing is my house." "The place hasn't changed too much over the years." "Well my parents weren't keen on changing the building, didn't think it would do your parents right by changing the house your father was raised in. But I've had my own ideas about bringing the old place into the 21st century unless the current generation of Bruce's' would disagree." "Well I ain't my pa and I sure don't mind if you do anything with your property." Mary smiled and chuckled a bit shrugging, "guess your right." A moment passed with both of them standing awkwardly in front of each other. Both of them were waiting for the other to make the first move. They both knew what each were after and yet at the same time they both were petrified like skydivers at the door with the last minute thought of 'what the hell am I doing?' Minutes passed as they stood across from each other for what seemed like hours both just looking at each other. Then, after an eternity of awkward, Jeremy became fed up with the waiting and wrapped his paws around his curvy hostess, smiling as he looked in to her eyes. She sighed with contentment, part from the fulfillment of her night's desire and part from the ending of the seeming eternity of the awkward glances. She was shorter then him, but only by a hair so she was easily able to bury her head into the canine's chest. "So are we going to go through that whole charade of coffee and catching up or should we just get down to the good part?" Jeremy asked in a completely frank tone as he rubbed the Bessie's back. Mary started laughing hard into Jeremy's chest, "Down boy, damn I don't give it away that easy..." "Did I say you were easy? What I mean is we both came here for the same thing, no shame in admitting that." "Well..." In a moment of hesitation Jeremy saw his chance; he quickly pulled Her muzzle against his in an intimate kiss, one that started soft and slow and quickly increased in passion until Mary found herself pinned against the entryway's wall, both of her legs wrapped around his with him holding her up through his own strength and the wonders of physics. This passionate embrace lasted only a few minutes but like the awkward moment earlier those minutes felt like hours with each savory taste of each others mouths. When they broke the kiss they simply stared into each others eyes, gasping for breath wordlessly expressing the passion they had for each other at that moment and at the same time answering Jeremy's question succinctly. After they caught their breath Jeremy carefully let her down off the wall, as she adjusted her clothing and corrected her somewhat sweat beaded head fur. Then, wordlessly she took Jeremy's paw and lead him up to the stairs. There weren't a lot of upstairs rooms but the room right next to the top of the stairs obviously was the master bedroom, a room where Mary herself was possibly conceived. She was now leading another male into this room for an intimate encounter, a part of Jeremy could help but chuckle thinking how country this was, tradition even in their debauchery. The room was old fashioned, it had that old smell about it let alone the furniture and upholstery looking like they were new in 1908 and then on the wall facing the bed was an HD plasma flat screen that looked new there in 2008. The balance was almost like it was ripped straight from a movie. He mused over it as he was wordlessly sat on the bed as she stood in front of him; the passion mixed with the alcohol had already caused her eyes to glaze over. She looked at him, her mouth half opened, her breathing heavy and her tank top slowly being lifted off her head to reveal the lacy white cage that held back her sizeable mammaries as they bounced free from their cage. She had already started toward the sitting and prone pup as she wiggled her skirt down her shapely hips to reveal a similar pair of white lacy undergarments that just barely outlined her hidden treasure from Jeremy's view. Before he could even think about taking his clothes off he was over taken by the larger Mary who pushed him onto his back and crawled over his lap. She bent down and kissed the collie who eagerly returned the sloppy but passionate kiss as he desperately tried to free his rising excitement from his ever tightening blue jeans and having a 170 plus female on them made that task a bit more difficult. Though her senses were dulled by the alcohol and her arousal, she figured out quickly what he was trying to do and lifted off his frame for a few seconds in order for him to kick off his jeans. But for the Bessie that wasn't enough, she wanted the whole thing for scrutiny right away and in one quick motion his boxers flew down to his ankles revealing his sizable erection flopping in the warm humid midnight air. The moon was full and as it shined just enough light into the dark room to cast a sensual but illuminating glow on the two lovers as Mary broke the kiss and reached down to his large throbbing erection which seemed to pulse with anticipation as the Bessie's digits got closer and closer to it and her soft gentle touch caused a shiver of excitement to roll down his spine. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a smirk on Mary's muzzle as she slowly and teasingly went to work on his needy malehood. He even swore he heard her whisper, "You ain't felt nothing yet," as she carefully and skillfully worked his member better then he had ever done. The thought crossed his mind about how if those damn Yankees could turn Ms. Fuggly into Ms. Fun they aren't all bad. Yet even this thought soon fled from his mind as the bovine worked the puppy for all he was worth. She would bring him to the edge and bring him back down over and over, teasing in an excruciatingly pleasurable way. After a few minutes of the hand roll she moved right on to another skill she had acquired in college, the secret art of felatio. Jeremy had little experience with females that gave good head and his own skills at pleasing a female with his mouth were lackluster at best, thus he never really asked or looked for it during sex, only if the female wanted to attempt it. Then he would do his damnedest to return the favor. Yet when Mary licked the tip of his over excited member he nearly lost it, and that was the case from then on. She worked him over like a pro, slowly and carefully working his cock till he wanted to die from the pleasure but she never let him get to that plateau until her final act. She worked her way down his shaft from full on blow job to licking the underside of his base until she reached his two large weights which seemed to retract into tight balls resting at his base. It was then that she did something that not only sent him over the edge but scared the shit out of him it was so damn effective. She plopped one of them into her muzzle and started humming a tune. What tune wasn't the matter because the second that reverberation hit his nerves his member gave up the ghost shooting streams of hot white liquid into Mary's hair and all over the master bedroom. Jeremy fell back after the most incredible sensation he had experienced during sex in his short years of sexual promiscuity. "Whoa...what...what just happened?" He panted as he felt the Bessie lick his tip to remove the small pool of his seed left in its reservoir. She crawled back onto the bed, her brown fur shimmering in the moonlight as the sweat glistened off her curvaceous body. "What, you never had someone hum on your balls baby?" "That's what it's called? Damn that was...well something else," he said breathlessly as he whipped the sweat from his brow with his arm. "It's all the rage in the north; I hardly had a Boyfriend who didn't want me to pull that on them. I figured it would filter down here in the dirty south." "The dirty south?" She giggled and shook her head "It's nothing sweetie, now just sit back and relax. This Bessie has a special something for you." She leaned back, straddling his now half flaccid rod a devious smile across her lips. Then in a flash her lacy panties were gone, he didn't notice earlier but her panties had what would basically be called quick release latches on their sides, so with one quick jerk they would be removed for the task at hand. But that wasn't what he was thinking about when the glistening glorious opening that shimmered before him in the moonlight, he could feel the heat flowing from it wash over his now much more stimulated erection. Mary watched as her trick underwear did its job causing the meat of his nethers rising like a phoenix ready for the main event. She started with a bit of teasing by wrapping the underside and sides of his erection with the folds of her now slick camel toe. They both sighed in contentment as the heat of the two pulsing genitalia tingled their senses. Jeremy was a bit weirded out by the position, having a penis enveloped by a vagina like a warm hand grasping the underside yet with out him actually entering her seemed preposterous, but once again he wasn't going to complain, because it felt really good. She continued to make all the moves as she glided her 'warm hand' up and down his length eliciting grunts and moans from the intoxicated pup. It was at this time that Jeremy started to join the action as he matched her movements by slowly thrusting in opposite time with her movements. The evil smile crossed her muzzle once more as she quickly compiled a devious plan; at the peak of her movement and the down stroke of his thrust she removed her lower lips completely from his rod, leaving a sticky trail of her essence on the underside. She then positioned her opening at the peak of his coming up thrust, the half drunk and horny canine had no clue the 'glove' had even left his member and continued to thrust upwards. But to his surprise he was not greeted with a warm and pleasant underside but a full on, tight and blazing hot female passage. With this sudden turn of events he rose up partially off the bed and finished the quick thrust by nearly hilting into the waiting Bessie. She moaned through clenched teeth as the canine finally plunged his dog meat into her, an action she had dreamed about when she was younger, though this was hardly the culmination of a juvenile fantasy, more of a demonstration to a potential lover. She liked the canine, his personality, his life style and his values. So when her father offered her the farm one of the mitigating factors was the presence of pup she saw as a good male, the good male whose sweet malehood was now stuffed into her canal while she straddled his hips. They both basked in the pleasure of that initial and unusually quick start to their love making. But after that brief moment Mary went to work, her tightly confined Bessie mammaries, still imprisoned in her smooth white lacy bra began to heave up and down as her breath became heavy. She slowly raised and lowered herself on her stud of a canine. He wasn't one to be left behind as he did what he could to help the fem now riding his member. He got a good grasp on her outer thighs as he began to thrust in time with her, enjoying the view before him as she tilted her head back a bit, her boobs bouncing in their cage with every thrust. As they thrust, each one causing tiny sparks of pain in pleasure in both of their minds, their pace increased in desperation. The thrill of mating with male she had always wanted to try it with caused her head to flood with endorphins, even more then usual, it seemed to her that every small scrap of his canine cock against her velvet walls drove her crazy with pleasure. Jeremy, on the other hand, was having a great experience as he had never gotten this far with a Bessie before and if this one was any indication; he had a new favorite type of fem. It didn't take long for the over stimulated cow to reach her peak. As she grasped her endowed rack and arched her back letting out a deep moan impulses shot through her body igniting them with sensation. Her walls quaked and her eyes rolled as she rode out her first orgasm of the evening. At the end of her full body experience she slumped down to a dead stop his member still buried deep into her now slicker passage. Jeremy fought with everything he had to not release his load into the spent fem at that moment, she had caught him out of his element the first time he blew but he was going to show this Bessie that he was not a minute male. As she sat panting on top of her conquest she was caught off guard as he turned the tables on the unsuspecting bovine. He flipped her over, his member still lodged in her opening ending up on top of the exhausted Bessie his head looming over hers. Now it was his turn for a wicked smile to cross his muzzle as he parted her messy hair that had flopped over her eyes and looked into her eyes. At first she was frightened by the devious look from the canine but her fear turned to excitement as she realized he was out to prove something now and she what ever that was she was sure to enjoy it. She returned the dangerous smile as he lowered his head to be level with her, bringing her into a deep kiss. This was not a small task as he was a half an inch shorter then her, and she was short for a bovine while he was tall for a canine! Thus he did his damnedest not to pull anything while he was basically stretching to get to her muzzle; lucky for him he was fairly fit otherwise he'd have already been out of this and in a lot of pain if he was any less in shape then he was. His paws still having a firm grip on her outer thighs he scooted her to the middle of the bed as he prolonged the kiss. He broke the kiss only for a moment as he reached towards the bottom of his shirt and quickly pulled it off revealing his white furred chest which clashed with his chocolate brown fur which surrounded the spot of white. She smiled and reached up to her breasts grasping them in defiance and protection as she shook her head. Even though he had no qualms about being totally naked, she wasn't about to give it all away right up front. He sighed and shook his head as he rolled his eyes, 'please, being modest now?' He thought as he began his slow in and out thrusting, grabbing her hips tightly as he went. Her grip on her buxom bosoms relaxed as he started his thrusts, once again she reveled in the sensation of his fur against hers, his spear parting her path, his heavy breathing over her matching her breath unconsciously and the sweat that would fall from his well maintained body and sizzle with sensation as it hit her plump belly. She sighed and moaned as he sped up his thrusts, she matched his thrusts as he glided in and out of her now soaking hole. Jeremy grunted with effort with each thrust, though he wasn't a huge male he had learned early in life that if you make an effort you can equal any well endowed males efforts three hundred fold. So he held on and gritted his teeth as he increased his pace with every thrust, she had shown him her best and it was only fair that he show her his best. As his pace increased a huge smile of contentment formed on her face, she was happy but beyond that her head was in the clouds swimming with sensation as he went. His efforts were definitely not lost on the Bessie as she began to grip the old comforter in desperation, doing her best to hold back her inevitable climax. Yet with the canines constant assault on her opening her resolves was quickly weakened, it didn't help that it had been over a year since her last sexual experience of any kind while her pup obviously had a much more recent experience. Eventually she just gave up her attempt and let the climax wash over her once more. Mary moaned and tightened up as the orgasm tore through her senses once again. Yet something was different with this one, as Jeremy wasn't going to stop to ease her climax like before, oh no he was going for the gold in this contest. She gritted her teeth as he continued his steady rhythm of pounding her now even smoother femhood. Her eyes widened as she felt the edge of the canines growing knot slam into her opening. Jeremy was trying to break down her gate with one hell of a battering ram. It didn't help the Bessie either that she had no experience with canines, this knot idea was very foreign to her and she just hopped it wasn't as bad as her canine girl friends from school had made it out to be. 'I mean Jer's a better lover then them right? Besides how bad could it be, I'm not as small as they...' Before she could finish the thought she felt her opening pop open as his knot took hold of her opening. It was...different then she thought, not really painful just shocking. It was like having a bull slam all the way in with out warning; it stretches the walls to their breaking point and sends the nerves into overload. Now with his member in place he gave one more solid push sending his seed spilling into the Bessie he was now tied with. He howled in victory as he went, though it was a short howl as he looked down at the short bovine and noticed the look of shock on her face. He quickly reached down and caressed her cheek with the back of his paw as a look of concern crossed his face, his afterglow nearly forgotten. "Oh shit, Mary, are you ok!?" "Wha..." "Mary!?" She snapped out of it and looked up at the concerned collie over her. "What? What just happened...oh right..." "Dear god, what you never been tied before?" He said as he breathed a sigh of relief. She giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek, "thanks for being concerned about me, no I never have had a canine before, I'm used to bulls or cats and they...well are different." Jeremy raised an eye brow as his jaw dropped open in surprise, 'how the hell could she feel me if she's had bulls in her, hell how can she be so tight if she's...' his thought was interrupted as he tensed up having another blast of his seed shot into the waiting Bessie. He noticed as she winced, enjoying but obviously feeling the seed pour into her waiting opening. "Sorry about that, it's gonna do that fer a while, ya might as well get comfortable," he said with a smile and a wink. She shivered as she felt the seed slosh in her now sealed snatch, "I guess you'll be spending the night then?" "Wouldn't want to be any where else," he said as he laid a soft kiss on her lips. She blushed a bit as she carefully moved with him under the light and now soiled covers. There they cuddled close licking and nuzzling each other as they settled into a comfortable sleep. Mary passed out first and as Jeremy watched the sleeping Bessie a smile crossed his muzzle, something about that moment felt right. He'd had his fair share of hook ups before but this was something different. He knew she had a thing for him, why else would she go to such great lengths to get him here? But he wasn't even thinking of that while he watched her. 'perhaps its time to give up all this drinking and sex for something for stable...well not give up drinking and sex but...what the hell I know what I mean I don't have to rationalize it.' He thought as he shook his head and gave a light chuckle before snuggling close to his lover and drifting off to sleep. =========================================================================================== Jeremy was awoken by the sunlight piercing his face from the near by window. He blinked twice trying to get the sun from his eyes trying to figure out where he was. It took a few moments to remember the previous evening, he smiled as he recalled the previous evenings encounter but when he turned to see Mary he found nothing but an empty depression of where she was. His expression dropped in that moment, just a hint of sadness crossed his face. But it was short lived as he sniffed the air as a sweet aroma of sizzling meat crossed his path. He carefully removed the covers, taking an interest in the mess he and Mary left the night previous, and heading down the stairs only bothering to throw on his boxers for a show of decency. He peaked past the living room he avoided the previous evening as he reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the Kitchen that attached to the back of it. There in just her tank top and panties was Mary, cooking away. The smell of the food lured Jeremy into the kitchen as he silently snuck up behind the unsuspecting Bessie. Then, in position, he slipped his paws around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, again not an easy thing to do but the gesture was not lost on Mary who let out a moan of contentment, and tilting her head back to be even with his. "Morning pup." "Morning Bessie." They exchanged a quick kiss as she went back to work. He looked down and saw the bacon sizzling in the pan along side another pan of fresh eggs scrambled and already made ham sitting on a serving plate. He knew instantly she had made all this for him, since she didn't eat this stuff. Though she was a mystery through high school he did know she was a vegetarian, like most of her species. "Did you go and pick this up for me?" He asked flabbergasted at the meal in front of him. "Well you did earn you're keep last night, and I owed you after you paid for all those drinks for me last night." She said not loosing concentration on the task at hand. "I bought you all those drinks?" He asked befuddled, he had thought that they had split the tab, then again there were moments in 'the tonk' that were a blur. She giggled and shook her head, "You were drunk last night weren't you?" "You say that like that's a bad thing." He replied as he kissed her neck and unwrapped his arms. She laughed in response as he scratched his neck and stretched out in the living room. As he yawned he glanced out the main window and caught a glimpse of a very petrifying sight. Her neighbor and his uncle in law, Jack Roberson, a stallion that married his widowed aunt recently, outside inspecting his truck parked next to Mary's compact economy car. In a moment of terror he hit the floor, 'what the hell is he here for? Did her father ask him to keep an eye on her? Does uncle Jack know that's my truck?' all these thoughts ran through his head in a split second as he lay there to scared to move. "What the hell is this, the motionless push up?" Chuckled Mary as she watched the collie hit the floor. "Uncle Jack is outside, you know Jack Roberson?" "Oh...well that's great! We should say hi." Jeremy looked at Mary like she was raving mad as she shook her head and lifted the collie up. "Please, we're adults we shouldn't be ashamed of what we do." Jeremy shook his head, great his own speech used against him, "Mary, Jack could...no he will kill me when he finds out I just plowed you last night, oh but not just that either, it seems I also got you tanked! How do you think he's gonna take that?" She just rolled her eyes and slapped his butt, "Just get dressed and own up, I mean it's a small town. Everyone will know by this afternoon. Besides I let him kill you that easy, we haven't even had breakfast." She accented that last part with a air of sarcasm as she chuckled. He sighed with fear and anticipation and gave her another quick kiss before heading up the stairs and tossing on his clothes from the previous evening that still reeked of booze, cigarettes and sex. He grabbed the nearest bottle of perfume and gave his shirt a quick spritz before turning to the mirror on the door. As to be expected he looked like he had just had sex that night. He tried desperately to comb his head fur down but it just wasn't gonna move till he took a shower, "no time" he muttered as he glanced around the room and grabbed the nearest hat he saw and bolted out and down the stairs. At the bottom he was greeted by a skirt and blouse clad Mary as she buttoned up the last button on her blouse. He was just in time as well as a loud and angry knock at the door resonated through out the entry way. He gulped down his fear and saddled up next to Mary with a sigh before nodding at the Bessie as she tried to hold back a laugh. She cleared her throat and opened the door, facing a very concerned Horse whose expression changed quickly from concern to shock. "Jeremy...and Mary!?" The shock was obvious in his voice and the last straw for the Bessie who howled out in laughter. Jeremy rolled his eyes and elbowed Mary in an attempt to straighten her up. "Sorry Uncle Jack, she just thought this whole situation was funny." "You were the one who thought he was going to kill you if he saw you here." "Ah hell, I'm not gonna kill my own nephew. Actually I'm glad it's you rather then some creep, you can never tell these days." "Yeah and you still can't," chuckled Mary taking advantage of the situation. Jack chuckled and nodded as he turned to go, "Now you two be safe, I don't want any more relatives just yet." "Wait Uncle Jack, Mary just made some breakfast, do you wanna come in?" "Naw, got my own waiting on me and you how your aunt gets if a perfectly good meal is wasted." The horse raised his hand up in a backwards wave to say good bye as he walked down the drive way and disappeared. Jeremy closed the door and quickly poked his one time lover in her gut and stared at her in anger, "Why the hell did you have to go and laugh. Make me look like a god damned idiot there." Mary looked hard back at the Collie and even as she rubbed her belly couldn't help but laugh, "Well you were being ridiculous. He's your Uncle, not my pa and even if he was pa adores you. Hell if I didn't know better your parents and mine planned this whole get together when we were born." Mary walked back into the kitchen as Jeremy followed but sat down in a recliner in the Living room still fuming about her teasing. As Mary walked back into the living room with a plate of food in her hoof she stopped and stared at the upset pup with a look of mild disdain. "Boy how old are you? Come on, take a joke." Jeremy sighed and nodded his head half smiling up at the Bessie who now towered above him. "Yeah alright, you got me there. But still that wasn't cool." Mary shook her head as she nearly dropped the plate on to his lap tossing some of the eggs off the plate and onto the Collies shirt. "Just eat your food pup." Jeremy rolled his eyes, 'guess I'm gonna have to get used to this.' He thought as he, like a real male, began to dig into his food using only his paws. Before Mary came back with silverware half the eggs and all the Ham was either splattered on his muzzle or traveling down his throat. The site was that of a full grown 5 year old devouring a meal, she should have been disgusted, but since she knew Jeremy would probably do that she couldn't help but laugh. "Wha, wha's so fuwie?" He asked with a full mouth. "You have always done that, every time I have seen you eat you shovel it down with those nasty paws of yours before you're parents could scold you for it." Jeremy gulped down the food in his mouth, "Yeah so, its how a real male eats his food." "Yeah how a real 5 year old male eats his food," she tossed the utensils down on the plate and shook her head "finish it like you were civilized, I don't like you using paws, especially when I know where they've been." She accented the last part of the sentence with a sexual overtone, making it more enticing then a scolding. Jeremy smiled and picked up the fork and the knife and picked up the bacon with his fork, "Hey, what time is it Mary?" "Almost 10:30, why?" Jeremy put down the food and utensils with a clang and tossed his head back in disbelief, "I was supposed to be at the shop at 10." "Is there anyone else there?" "Jim, the Fredrick's kid." "The goat boy?" "Yeah him and old Mr. Greeson." Mary strode into the living room and carefully sat down across from Jeremy, her food in hand, "well then, you should call in and tell them you won't be in today, since I'm sure we both need a day off." She ended the sentence with a wink and a smile as she went to work on her own food. Jeremy sat for a moment, just a moment to weigh the costs and the benefits and after that brief moment he shoveled the rest of his breakfast down his gullet and placed the plate carefully aside before rising and asking, "Where's the phone?