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The Simple Things

Chapter Six

By Roofles

I woke up with dog breath in my face. That was a first. Humid gusts of morning breath smelling of kibble 'n bits. With warm fuzzy arms and the naked torso of a dog, still, even in his sleep, grinding against me. Full Frontal nudity was more subtle than this chocolate Labrador was being at this second in time. It wasn't even noon yet.

I was only fully aware of how close Richard was when I opened my eyes. His large black nose was nearly touching my own, I could feel the dampness of it. His muzzle was open, if only slightly, and that breath was lazily drifting out over his still smiling black lips. That pink tongue was poking out between his teeth and with it a tendril of drool that oozed down it's length and onto the pillow we were sharing. Which brought two things to mind.

How uncomfortably close Richard was, snoozing away (naked no less). And the fact I was still sticky.

The bed was warm and stunk of our bodies and the aftermath of last night. The warm sheets felt like anacondas tied around me as I tried to wrestle them off, while trying my damndest not to wake the dog; half afraid he'd be up for round two. Our combined weight had sunk the center of the bed forming a sort of ditch for our two bodies to be stuck in. And Richard, with his clinging neediness, was making this all the harder as I tried to escape the man trap that was this bed. And him.

So in the end, within the minute that passed by, I gave up. Just savored and enjoy the warm feel of the dog with me and closed my eyes trying to ignore the breath still panting in my face. All I could hear was that heavy ragged breath of a dog snoozing away as if it were just a sunny afternoon.

His groin was pressed, firmly, against my own bare naked flesh and I felt rather overwhelmed by the size of it filling not only his groin but my own as he pressed it firmly against me once more. And I was sure he was still leaking. That warm ooze smearing on my thigh as he rolled his hips back and forth against me.

A part of me feared this hadn't happened; that it was just another lust induced fantasy. And the other part of me honestly soon regretted that it in fact had thought such things. Of the very implications behind what had accord between the two of us, and the thickness I felt rubbing against my thigh was only the daunting proof of it (not counting my sore behind).

Not that I had done it with Richard. I wouldn't regret something like that, him being a dog was a first I'd have to admit. But a coworker, again. And the fact if this became public my career as a statistical annalist and date reconfiguration and data input specialist would come to an end. It took me months to remember that title! I didn't have it in me to remember a new one.

Thoughts plagued me like horse flies biting whenever I tried to shoo them away. These thoughts only grew worse as Richard rubbed against me once more closing in the already sparse space between us. His body...felt good against me. Warm, furry, strong man body that was. It was hard to resist just snuggling up against him, he was just so inviting. So I didn't even try too.

Richard took a slow, deep, labored breath as I rested my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beat through that thick fluffy brown fur. And though I would worry about "real life" matters later today, I enjoyed living in this moment. My arm snuck around his back and hugged him. I got a wag for that. My fingers gripped the fur on his back tightly, feeling the thickness of his hide. And I found myself the one to let out a shaking breath against him. That made his fur stand up a bit. He really just felt so damn good in my arms. It had been a while since I had such a man with me before, let alone to be snuggling in the morning hours with. And spooning.

Toes rubbing against my feet before gliding up my lower leg and back down. Using the sole under pads to press down on and massage my bare flesh where they could reach. The warmth and pressure of those paw pads eased my doubts and worries and I enjoyed it even when he wrapped a leg around me.

The chocolate Labrador moved then, slowly at first as he adjusted his positioning. And then rolled over on top of me in a single smooth motion smothering me under him. Richard wasn't much bigger than I was but the heavy mutt seemed to have gain a hundred pounds. So I did the only logical thing.

I kicked him off the bed.

Richard let out a startled yelp and clung the blankets, pulling them with him, as he toppled off the bed and onto the ground. The mess laid on the ground as the crumbled pile of blankets; before a spot amongst the covers perked up and the sheets slipped off a rather annoyed looking chocolate lab face.

"Of course, you know this means war." Richard said looking at me without a trace of amusement on his face. That was until he grabbed my leg and with a twisted grin began tickling mercilessly. I didn't think dull blunt dog nails could manage such a task so effortlessly.

So of course I kicked out as I tried to pull away as he tormented me so. He only seemed to enjoy my struggles, assuring me over my nearly crying laughter that my attempts were "futile" and I should "give in to his demands." Richard was enjoying this far more than I.

"What!" I gasp trying not to kick him in the face, thankfully I missed though. Didn't stop me from trying again. "Demands?"

"First," Richard said giving a toothy grin, gripping my ankle and pulling it roughly and dragging me nearly a good half foot closer. His muzzle could easily dip down and into my groin if he so chose. "A good morning would be nice." The tip of his tongue poked out between his teeth as his tail wagged. I hit him with the drool stained pillow. He didn't let go. "Fine, fine!" Richard gave in letting go as I raised the pillow for round two; though afterward I wondered why I had resisted such a thing. Maybe the idea of having myself...burying my bone into a fanged muzzle was too unnerving for me.

Richard backed off a bit raising his hands in defeat. Of course this was only to let my guard down as he pounced. I didn't realize how...playful he was. Now that the boundary between us had been...forcibly penetrated.

Richard might've not been much bigger than I was but he was stronger. Pinning my arms above my head, grinning down in front of my face, as he straddled my hips, the dumb dog wagged his tail happily in victory. His fatty sack hung over my groin and the dog didn't even seem to notice, or care, that we were both naked.

And holding my arms down, he bent over and with parted lips kissed me good morning. "Mornin', sug." He drolled in a thick southern voice that made me flush like a horny milk maid. "'Ope, you had fun times last ni'," he continued and I gave a weak struggle in turn. His tail wagged and his face soften as he looked over my face to make sure I wasn't in pain and that I didn't mind being pinned down by the far more dominate male; my groin being tea bagged by him as he rapped my face with his. I didn't mind much... It was nice of him to care. "You pr'tty purty for a cream puff."

And I had to crack a smile at that. "A cream puff?"

"White, doughie and filled with cream." Richard returned with a grin he poked my belly.

"Asswipe." I replied tactfully.

"What?" He gasped in feign offense, placing a hand paw on his chest. "Moi?" Then he scowled as if offended. "Just because I'm a brown dog doesn't mean..." But he couldn't even finish it as he gave another smirk and a laugh; nosing down at me and kissing my ear with a slurping lick. His whole body hugging me before I managed to roll him over onto his side and off of me, the fat dog.

He rested with his face on the bed, just laying on one cheek, and looking over at me with those big uncooked brownie eyes and a smile on his thin black lips. He was perfectly content, happy in this moment and I didn't want to rain on his parade - though the idea of bursting his, metaphorical, bubble was appealing.

Though I was afraid Richard might be taking this whole thing more than what it was. It was hard to tell with the touchy feeling canine-sapian. From friendly gestures, to more than friendly to even more friendly. I wasn't sure what he thought of us or this or how things were going to turn out.

And so, as we headed down to get breakfast, I asked him.

"Hm?" Was the fish hook eyebrow, tilt of the head confused, bewildered expression he gave me as I asked. "What do you mean?" Richard had that naïve almost childlike look to his face as if he didn't even understand the question I had asked.

"Us. As in the whole," and I used a sausage and a bagel from the morning buffet to demonstrate. My rear still hurt just even making the gesture. I'd be walking funny for a week at least. Oh sure Richard was big but having a cork knot shoved up your plumping was another story all together. I ain't no virgin nun nor am I a slutty bastard that shoves tennis balls up there; so this was both a familiar and new...rump for me.

Richard seemed to take pride in the fact I was walking as if I had ridden a horse bare back (and I mean without a saddle, the feral kind...sicko). I told him to just shut up about. He replied with a naïve "what?" Looking aghast at the very comment as if he were some kind of saint...bernard or something. So I knew, now, he was lying his fuzzy tail off.

"Well usually when a daddy and daddy love each other, little Richard." I said in a mocking tone, as a parent would to basically scold their stupid child for being stupid. "They like to play with their special places. Afterward however," and I made a sad face. "Things can get complicated." And with a nod, still using the condescending voice, I finished with a shrug and a shake of my head.

And, just as Richard would, he replied right afterward with a simple word. "Why?" Like a child who never stopped asking questions. I wanted to pound my face against the table before us and my fist against his face. As well as laugh at the childish tone he used, playing off my remark with a capital T.

The chocolate lab had cocked his head to the other side, still with the fish hook in his eyebrow. His tail wagged and he did well to hide the smile trying to escape. He raised his hands up before I could start again however.

"I'm just having fun with you," Richard said I assume applying in more ways than one as he would.

"That's what you said last night." I countered pointing my fork at me.

Richard shook his head almost gentleman like. "I'm not forking you." At my frown from this he countered with something else. "No, your right. I think my exact words were," gripping the table he closed his eyes bowing down and made several crude, grunting, groaning and moaning sounds rather loudly in the not so empty room. "Don't stop, ah! Yeah. Take it like that. Oh, Alexander." He added just to flavor things up. I, of course, was flushing at this point and trying to hide my face from those looking at us.

"I hate you." Was all I could really say on the matter. "I seriously, honestly hate you." And I heard the all too familiar thump of a tail wagging against a chair.

The chocolate Labrador just smiled that soft natural smile, he made it look so easy and effortlessly to be so...genuine. One of his hands played with a fork, the other rested near where I had left mine on the table. And the dog brushed a hind paw against my leg as he watched me with those soft uncooked brownie dough eyes.

I couldn't match his smile or meet his eyes so took a cue from him and used my fork as an excuse to hold my attention rather than to look at him. Playing with it with both hands and rubbing the cool steel between my fingers. Richard was the first to break the awkward tension forming in the air around us as I did all I could to delay this conversation.

"You don't regret it do you?" He asked as if wondering about my opinion on the weather we were having and rather on something far different and more serious. His words only increased the awkwardness between us.

"Yeah." I replied but ended up coughing half way and clearing my throat after as my voice seemed to have become lost halfway through the word. A single word that made my tongue feel like led. So I gave, an even weaker, nod in turn.

"Ok," Richard nodded back and gave a half wag of his tail and a half smile. Those floppy ears drooped and his eyes became downcast, as if, like myself, engrossed in curiosity about the silverware we had. I was too aware of the fact he had withdrawn his other hand, if only slightly, away from my own.

So I began about something else. A cheery topic that we could banter back and forth about as we got breakfast and enjoyed what little time we had before work. It went well and things were far more relaxed but Richard didn't have the gusto he once had. Like letting the air out of a balloon, he just deflated and gave half ass replies by the end of it. And by the time we were going to work I felt a rather large pit in my stomach forming as I used him, my only friend here.

I might've been thinking too much about it but even so we parted ways as we came inside the office I was becoming far too intimate with. It was a weak goodbye and I made sure to say I'd see him later. Richard gave a weak smile and a wave before heading off, I was sure to go sniff out some more donuts.

Mr. Gold was waiting for us and quickly dismissed Richard to do some menial task I hadn't even heard about before, even before he could manage to reach the breakroom; shooing him off like an annoying gnat. I wanted to chew Mr. Gold's tail off for that but knew it was only because, I myself, was feeling bad about what had happened between us. I'd apologize later today about it and was sure I was just reading too far into things.

"It is good to see you this morning, Mr. Wright!" The lion boomed in that domineering voice that shook the very cubicles next to us. He once more threw his arms high into the air before slapping them, painfully so, onto my shoulders. I felt my knees wanting to buckle once more. Even with a very noticeable wince of pain the lion didn't even let go as if not even aware he had caused it. I could see a grin forming under those jowls though. "How did you sleep?" He inquired with fake interests; something Richard had never shown me before. The dog had actually held onto my every word, and even apart from him for a couple of minutes was becoming hard.

"The room provided is above my expectations." I replied formally, and truthfully, offering what little smile I could in turn my thoughts clearly elsewhere.

One paw disappeared from a shoulder and the other arm snaked around before nearly squeezing me under his armpit, guiding me as if I was an old frat buddy he hadn't seen in forever, down between the cubicles and towards the conference room. "I am glad! Glad that it is to your liking." Mr. Gold droned on about how the room was his idea and the hotel was picked on his recommendation. I swear he just loved hearing himself speak. Or take credit for things. No wonder why he was able to become boss of this branch, only greasy worms had enough gull to run a business like this.

As we headed down between cubicles and the side offices I looked past the massive form that was Mr. Gold and tried to see the chocolate Labrador that escaped to some unknown place on this floor. My first thought was to break away from the lion and go look in the break room for him; but shook my head on the matter trying to reassure myself I would just apologize later. I felt the pit in my gut grow larger as I caught no sight or tail of the dog and found myself being dragged, practically, into the central office on the other side. And away from his once warm embrace.

The massive office was decorated primarily by the single large table within the very middle of the room; it took up a good three-fifths of the room. It was long and stretched from nearly one side to the other. It was some rich kind of oak and polished until you could see your face in it. It was surrounded by different sized chairs, I assume for different species. Massive windows were directly across from the door, overlooking the city. A place one could stand an observe the ants crawling around on the ground below. Some plants had been set up to try to add some life to this place but the very air within made me think of some desolated bad lands. Empty, lifeless, dry air.

At first I figured I was going to be some kind of main course to their breakfast, slathered and roasted with an apple in my mouth. Though the idea of just being butt naked in front of them were far more frightening, like going to school in just your underwear kind of fear. These thoughts all but vanished as I saw the three people on the other side of the table. Two older males and a female that would've made a perfect librarian.

Her hair was up in a neat bun and thin rimmed glasses rested on the very edge of her nose. She wore a tight suit and though she might've been a looker back before the second world war, time had taken a cruel turn reducing her to what she was now. White, waxy ghastly pale white skin that was stretched on high cheek bones and pulled back as if she had a face lift. She was nearly a twig and the neat bun on her head was far too brown; possibly a wig or a bad dye job. Either way I didn't dare ask as Mr. Gold introduced us.

"Ms. Parkeson," The lion introduced her first making me aware of her standings. He all but ignored the two old farts next to her; each looking as if they were about to croak any second now. For a half second I thought he made a bad Parkinson joke before it dawned on me that was her actual name. "This is the man I told you about the other day, Mr. Wright, from the central office." Mr. Gold gave a very large, a bit frightening, smile at this. She didn't even bat an eye. For an old granny she had some balls, I'll give her credit for that. Even I took a step back from the lion.

"Who wasn't at the corporate meeting yesterday." She said with nigh vehemence to her voice as if this was a great insult. Her voice was soft and held a high sense of dignity to it. It sounded more like she was reprimanding me about an overdue book than about missing some meeting and even more offended for it. "This has been noted." She added, making a sharp check on the folder in front of her. Both me and Mr. Gold winced at the sharp pen stroke that should've sliced the paper in two. Possibly even the desk.

Not only was I feeling bad about how I left things with Richard but now I felt even worse for making Mr. Gold have to deal with this she-devil by himself. No wonder why he was pushing this issue so much. If a corporate head, I assume her to be, was here this was indeed a bigger issue than I had even feared. And everyone was feeling the pressure of her visit.

"My apologies," I spoke up trying to draw some focus away from my would be boss (at least for the next few weeks). "I was prepping my would-be replacement on some of the new central policies that had been implemented the past few weeks. As well as going over the data sheets and reviewing the source of the issue that resulted in this mess." I wish I chose my words better but it was the best way to describe how neglect and disorganization had left the Western branch in a state of near bankruptcy. Not that far gone just the quota wasn't being met at the end of the day. And in the end that's all Central cared about. They don't even really care about the cause of it just so long as the quota gets met.

Most the time this is done by firing people randomly, blaming it on someone or some department and just bringing in new bodies in the thought it was the people to blame rather than the system itself. It was an ignorant way of thinking that only someone high above the rest would come to the conclusion too. When all you see is the ending numbers you don't care how you got to them.

"Yes," she adjusted her glasses with one hand and stared at me with dull sunken eyes. I shivered. Then she blinked and looked back down at the file in front of her. "A Mr. Richpaw, was it?" She asked more on the name itself than if he was indeed the replacement I had mention. I saw the corner of her mouth curl into a smile that would put Qualia De Vil to shame. Apparently the names a canine-sapien had was amusing. Be it the fact it had paw in it or the notion that he could be "rich" I wasn't sure nor did I ask. "How is...he," she used the word far too loosely for my taste. "Coming along?"

"He is already familiar with most of the the new protocols as well as familiar with the Section E and D of the Geeko report." Geeko was a loose term we used for the central filing system at Central. She was familiar with it but from the corner of my eye I could see the confusion on Mr. Gold's face. He still smiled and gave a nearly flawless appearance he was keeping up. "I believe by the time I leave, Mr. Richpaw will be a superb data configuration rep."

She frowned at this. And without even looking made another note on the file. Then her pen scrolled along the paper underneath the mark, writing a report and her opinion on it, with such perfect finesse that it would put an old English novelist to shame. She really needed to get laid.

At the thought I winced, squeezing my rear and feeling a familiar sharp pain from it. I grimaced and tried to play it off as a smile. Richard plays too ruff. Even in a middle of an important meeting like this all I could think about was that dumb chocolate Labrador.

The rest of the meeting was more Q and A that was interrupted only by a "courtesy" platter provided by Mr. Gold. The three didn't seem to find this to be amusing nor a necessary thing. When you don't eat, drink or breathe you didn't need normal sustenance I figured.

Apparently it was customary with animal-sapien offices to have breaks during meetings to have a snack. Not that it was unheard of but when someone brings in pork flanks and leg of lamb there was a difference between snacking and meal. It was a disgusting sight to watch as Mr. Gold and his two companions, the timber wolf and bear from before, had their meal.

The two were much like the older gentleman with Ms. Parkeson. They didn't say much more than be nodding yes men for the other who acted like a mouth piece for them. I couldn't imagine how the brown-nosers got to the seat where they were at now... It was a sad, pitiful sight and made me sick.

My only real job from then on was to make Mr. Gold look good and though I wouldn't be his yes man, much to his chagrin, I was able to apply my own outlook on the matter. And things rolled on nicely enough. I think I spoke too much of my own mind as I was soon dismissed, an hour or so later that was, by the very lion who had forced me to come along.

"If there is nothing else," Mr. Gold said abruptly standing. "I think Mr. Wright should be getting back to his duties. Lots of work to be done, things to be filed, replacement to be taught." He joked with a booming laugh but the paw on my back had its nails extended and I was sure Mr. Gold would've loved to just accompany me out and away from the rest of the corporate visit. That or he was trying to shove his paw up my caboose and use me as a puppet like the other two were for him.

I was more than happy to leave by myself though I was told to be seen out at least to make it look good for Mr. Gold in front of the corporate head.

It was the timber wolf, Mr. Tundra, that showed me out. The wolf didn't seem to be as annoyed by this than I figured he would be. I was however from the crude grin on his scruffy muzzle.

"Hah," he barked keeping a hand on my shoulder. "Leave them to deal with that bitch." I was sure he was using the politically correct term for her, given his position. "We can at least get out and have a little fun." There was something to that last part I wasn't sure about, I figured I was hearing things. Or reading into the matter.

"Yeah." I half-chuckled in reply unsure what else to say on the matter and feeling dumb for it.

We walked a bit further out before taking an sharp right and heading towards the much larger office rooms on the far side. The main floor was taken up by cubicles, one side held the main conference room and then there were two sets of office rooms. On the left side were the smaller ones used for, basically, storage. This is where I and Richard was forced to hold up. On the other side, the right side, was three decent sized offices. One larger than the next and one larger than the other two; I could only figure it was the ranking system and thus Mr. Gold held the largest office.

Mr. Tundra was a decently built man. He was covered in a thick coat of a dark gray, almost blue, fur with stripes of black separating the white furry underside. It was as if a child had outlined the separate color sections from one another. Though his fur was thick it wasn't clean nor smooth like Richard's was and had a far more...scruffy exterior to it. Far more...wild dog than domestic dog that Richard was. I could even smell his musk from where I was standing.

"You have fun with Richard last night?" He gave a toothy one sided grin, one large fang rubbing his bottom lip. I wasn't sure what he was implying nor let anything slip as we continued walking I hoped and figured towards the break room somewhat next to the offices.

"We worked mostly. So if that's what you find fun." I replied with a shrug wondering why he was steering us towards the smallest of the three offices, and presumably, his own.

"I bet you guys had a hard night. Bent over the desk cramming your heads together to get the work done." Things took a far more crude turn as there was a change of tone in his voice and a bit of a deeper than normal growl.

"I should get back to my work." I tried to squeeze past but an arm cut me off and the door shut behind him, nearly on his own tail.

"No rush, little lamb." He growled softly letting it vibrate out his neck and over his dull gray lips. A finger traced under my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. It was then that I realized the look in those eyes. The one that I had seen the first time I was introduced to the canine. A look a hungry wolf would give a stray sheep.

"I think you have the wrong idea." I started off putting my foot down right away though trying to keep it lighthearted in case it wasn't as I thought it was. Or feared.

"Now now," he grinned some more that one sided sneer of dark amusement. He tapped his nose once with a finger. "I can smell it." And he took a step forward so I in turn took a step back. "When I first read over your file I thought you were just another paper pushing dweeb." I frowned at that but he opened his arms and shook his head. "And then you go an get all buddy buddy with our little Richy." He teased at the name. "I get it," he shrugged once more. "You wanted to play with a mutt." Then leaned a bit closer. "You should be playing with," he puffed up his chest a bit. "A real canine." And a tongue snaked out to lick over his exposed fangs.

"Look, Mr. Tundra." I began raising a hand to stop his advance and bumped the desk behind me.

"Call me Roger, we're buddies aren't we?" He offered with excitement in his eyes. Eyes that slowly ran down over me and back up.

"Roger," I said if only to get his attention. "You're mistaken."

Then he tilted his head back an barked a single laugh. A hand unbuttoned his shirt one by one, skillfully so with those dull blunt claws. "I can smell him on you, you know." He sneered a bit as if insulted but it twisted back once more into an amused grin. "Most can't but a canine can, at least, smell where another canine has been."

And the large male took a step forward pressing his very groin at me and I moved back, bumping into the desk behind me once more. I wanted to say something but a muzzle clamped itself around my lips pressing a tongue forcibly inside and swirling it around quickly, stealing my would be retory away with it. A slurping suck and a loud swallow made the wolf growl as he shoved me back up onto the desk, grabbing my legs and pressing against me. Clawing at my sides to force my shirt up and gripping my back as that muzzle came at me once more.

So I pushed back away and nearly fell off the desk. In my surprised I ended up grabbing Mr. Tundra's head and roughly pulling it against me, and from the position I was in, ended up planting that muzzle, snout first, into my groin.

To say the least I was surprised. Not as much as Mr. Tundra was. Both of us stayed there far longer than either planned before I let go and promptly fell off the desk. My legs still hung off the edge of it as the chair half caught my fall. With a bump on my head I managed to get up, rubbing at it fiercely with slight tears in my eyes.

"I got to get back to work." I said sharper than I intended and didn't even care at this point.

With a snort, a lick over his nose the wolf didn't stop me but gave me an even cruder grin with a "being seeing you later." And with another shiver I shut the door, adjusted and fixed myself up (ignoring the doe who was watching me the whole time) and quickly made my way back to my office. Our office I should say, and where Richard was. Hoping my dishevel appearance wouldn't be questioned before I could explain.

"Hey," I greeted him friendly enough looking over my shoulder and shutting the door behind me. With a half laugh I started telling him what happened, "you wouldn't believe it." I said getting only halfway through before Richard excused him self with a courtly "got work to do."

It was far sharper than I had ever heard from him and the downcast dog quickly made his way out, shoving past me and with a bowed head headed off to do whatever it is dogs do when they are blue.

"Well fuck," I sighed and ended up resting my head onto the desk, leaving it at that as I watched the clock on the wall tick by wondering what had gone wrong.