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The hovertaxi arrived and we got in. "Take us to Ta's restaurant," said Natan.

We headed into the heart of town. Traffic was light, mostly buses and taxis, and I got the impression the town wasn't very big. We pulled up to a vast sprawling complex, half garden and half outdoor dining hall. "There's one of these in every town in the south," said Natan, "and they're great!"

I could smell roast chicken and lots of dogs as we got out of the taxi and Natan payed. The sound of a grand piano came from the complex.

Walking in, I couldn't help but notice that just about everybody was armed - male and female Vrouflings both. Some had holstered hand-guns, others carried swords and knives, or weapons in some combination. There where a few families too, with cute little puppy kids, usually three or more. One couple had eight.

We sat down at a table out on one of the verandas, and Natan ordered for us. "What are we having?" I asked, and he answered "Dino steaks."

They brought our dinner, and two copper cups of what smelled like fruit brandy. I wondered why they didn't use glass...

Dino steak, it turned out, tasted like chicken. I wondered if it really came from dinosaurs as we finished eating.

"So... you want to take in a movie after this?" Natan asked.

"Sure, what's playing?" I replied. I wondered what a Vroufling movie was like...

"Northog the Warrior. I hear it's really good."

Sounded like a Conan movie, but okay...

"Sure," I told him.

So we went out of the restaurant and caught another cab. "Take us to the nearest showing of Northog the Warrior," said Natan, and we where off.

The theater was positively palatial. Its facade was supported by columns and there was a pair of statues flanking the entrance, one male and the other female, both nude. We walked up to a booth directly behind the entrance, in a cavernous antechamber, garishly painted and lit by sparse and dim neon lights. There Natan payed two silver coins for us.

An attendant led us to the seating area, since there where no signs, and in we went. It was like an old-fashioned Earth theater with painted mural walls and even a starry sky scene painted on the ceiling, but the mural figures were Vroufling not human, and the seats all had convenient holes in the back to slip one's tail through.

We found a place in the middle of the main seating block, where the sound and view would be best, and waited. In a few minutes the movie came on - just got right to business with no advertising and teaser garbage before it. Northog was a lot like Conan. He was a big white and black malamute, extremely muscular, who kind of reminded me of Natan. And he carried a big sword, and a compound bow. In the story Northog's mate was stolen by a rival clan and his puppies murdered in their sleep so Northog vowed revenge and destroyed the entire clan one by one, eventually rescuing his mate and killing off the evil alpha in a spectacular fight scene with very bad special effects.

And he rode a dinosaur instead of a horse; a sort of rhinoceros-sized tyranosaur thing that looked quite real to me. And he went to see a skinny wisp-furred priest who could read, and had prophetic visions that helped him on his quest.

Finally, the movie ended and the lights came on. Natan looked at me and said, "That was kind of bad, wasn't it?"

I nodded and smiled.

"Let's go dancing next," he suggested.

So we left the theater and walked outside. By now it was night, but everything stood out in sharp contrast due to my Vroufling night vision. Colors where muted except for the neon lights which were no longer dim to me but filled the theater facade with magical pools of light. In the sky, the brilliant stars shown like jewels, and you could see the vast disk of the Milky Way completely. Over it all hung the bone-colored full moon, its luminosity casting faint moon-shadows of the people and buildings. It looked so... Christmasy, and I had to stop for a second and catch my breath at the sight.

Natan saw me staring, jaws agape, and asked me what was wrong. "I'm... just not used to Vrouf at night," I told him.

"Yeah, it is pretty isn't it?" he replied. Then he took me by the hand-paw and led me to a cab. Natan told the driver to take us to the nearest large dance hall.

It turned out to be a huge orchestra pit, half covered, looking out over a concrete dance floor open to the night air. A huge circle of couples where waltzing to the orchestra music, the circle slowly rotating in the moonlight, as lone individuals mingled around it. Beyond them where rows of tables where Vrouflings ate and drank. The smell of alcohol and cooking chicken filled the air.

Again, Natan took me by the hand-paw, said "Let's dance," and led me to the dance floor. I didn't know the waltz, so I let Natan lead. And we danced, and he twirled me and dipped me, and we had a good time. I noticed that the person taking the lead didn't seem to depend on their gender, so once I had learned the moves I took the lead, and twirled and dipped Natan. We danced for an hour or two until we where all danced out.

Finally, we left the dance hall and hailed a cab to take us home. We arrived at my place first, so I thanked Natan for a good time, and he said "Sure. It was fun!" and we parted ways.

I unlocked my door, went inside, and turned on the TV: Vroufling comedy or Vroufling sports where my only choices and I didn't feel like either one of them. I decided to call it a night and take a shower, so I pulled my dress off, tossed it on the couch, and went into the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower, turned it on, and stood beneath the warm water trying to collect my thoughts as I got thoroughly soaked. I wondered what tonight meant to Natan. It really had been a date, and we had even danced together. He knew I had been a guy, right? Didn't that matter to him? Thinking of Natan, I found myself idly playing with my teats as I shampooed my front-side. It was, I thought, sure a lot of fun to have teats of your own to play with...

I shampooed my groin and little furry pussy, feeling again over my unfamiliar lips. I wondered if I should masturbate again with the copper brush and shook my head, deciding against it. It had been fun, but I was pretty sure I'd gotten all that out of my system.

Finally I rinsed off, then held down my teats with my arms so they wouldn't flop around and shook myself off. Then I got out of the shower stall and finished drying off.

I headed to bed and slept.

The next morning I awoke to a knock at the door. "Delivery man," came a shout and I called back, "Just a minute." I got out of bed and went to the table where my clothes where scattered. Damn, I was out of clean dresses: I had forgotten to do laundry last night.

There was a knock on the door again. "Delivery for Miss Larry Indigo," came the voice.

"Just a second," I called back, and pulled on some shorts - they buttoned in back with a hole for your tail. I have to admit, I felt kind of naked with my teats poking out, but if the locals went topless, so could I.

I opened the door to a big, burly Rottweiler. He wagged his tail when he saw me so I wagged mine back. "Delivery for you, ma'am," he said, and pointed to some boxes.

"Right," I replied. It must be the guitar, speakers, and amp Lewis had ordered for me.

I thanked him, and took the boxes in.

Glancing at the clock, I realized I just had time for a quick breakfast before my cab arrived so I ate, then put on the TV - nothing but soap operas, though.

Finally, the cab arrived, with Natan already in it, and we where off to the recording studio.

The next few weeks where nothing but work. Natan helped me drag my gear to his trailer, making it even more cluttered, and at night I tutored him on the guitar. On the weekends we would go out on the town, do some shopping, take in a movie, or go dancing.

I was, I thought, really starting to like Natan. He would greet me with muzzle licking and tail wagging and we would jam together, and drink together, and he would ask me questions about Earth while I asked him about Vrouf.

One day Natan said to me "A pretty thing like you shouldn't be going around unarmed. I won't always be here to protect you, you know."

I thought about how everybody was armed, and I asked why. It turned out Vrouf had no police force, just something like lynch mob justice. So I asked Natan to show me how to use a handgun, and he took me to a firing range. Then I bought a holster and a pretty impressive revolver for it.

Over the next few weekends I got in a lot of practice at the firing range, and grew pretty comfortable with my gun. I hoped I would never have to use it. After all, what kind of world had no police?

Then one morning, at the end of a long week, I had a strange hot flash as I was getting out of bed, making my whole body feel warm. Then a few minutes later, as I was pulling on my shorts, I had a cold flash. I sighed - I was probably coming down with the doggy flu. So I called work, and told them I was sick and couldn't make it today. They told me they understood, and would quit early.

I turned on the TV and sat down on the couch, watching the news. It was a litany of murder, robbery, and fighting interspersed with advertisements for private detectives and lawyers. Vrouf, I thought, sure was a violent place.

But I had Natan, a little voice in my head told me. He had always been there for me, helping me. I wondered how I should thank him. Idly, I played with a lower teat, running my thumb over my big pink nipple until it came erect, sticking out like a hard little fingertip, and I wondered what Natan would be like in bed. I remembered masturbating, and how I had fantasized that it was a wolf-dog fucking me, a wolf-dog a lot like Natan...

I was roused from my thoughts by another cold flash, and then a knock at the door. I turned off the TV and answered it: it was Natan, in his blue shorts, with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of booze. I felt a weird butterfly-tingling sensation in my lower belly as I caught his masculine doggy scent, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

"I heard you where sick, so I brought something to cheer you up!" he said, wagging his tail. I wagged back, and we licked each other's muzzles.

"Oh thank you, how sweet!" I exclaimed, "Come in!"

I set the flowers on the table in a copper cup full of water, got two more cups, and then opened the bottle of booze. The scent of alcohol filled the air. "Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

"Nope," he replied.

"I'll make us breakfast then."

I made breakfast for the two of us, wagging my tail happily and humming, while Natan sat at the table. It was so nice of him to think of me, I thought, as I had another hot flash. Then I sat down and we ate.

We where sharing cups of booze when Natan suddenly looked me in the eyes and said: "I know what'll cheer you up. Let's dance!"

So he got up from the table and turned on my stereo, finding some good waltzing music. I got up and stood behind him. Then he turned around, took my hand-paws in his his, and we began to waltz.

Being so close to him, it felt... comfortable. Here was a guy I could really trust, a real friend, and we where dancing together. I pulled him close to me after the dance and laid my head on his shoulders, sighing. He sighed too, and licked me on the ear.

The next song came on, and we started to gently sway together. On a whim, I pulled him in close to me, feeling the soft fur of his chest and belly against my teats and nipples. "I really like you," Natan whispered in my ear. "I really like you too..." I whispered back.

Then he put his hand-paws on my shoulders, leaned me back a little, and kissed me! Right on the nose! My heart skipped a beat and I stared at him in shock for a second, and then I kissed him back.

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, our scents mingling in the air-conditioning. He grinned at me. I grinned back. Then he put his muzzle to mine, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth!

I "Mmphed" in surprise, then whined as I felt his long doggy tongue exploring my mouth. Warmth and a tingling sensation settled in my underbelly, and my tail began to wag.

So I stuck my tongue in his mouth, and we Frenched.

Then he took his hand-paws off my shoulders and cupped my bottom teats, lifting and caressing them. Right away, warmth flooded into them, and I felt my nipples grow hard!

I broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. "Oh Natan..." I managed. I just didn't know what to say, only it felt so right, being there with him and sharing an intimate moment like this.

"Larry...", he replied, running his hand-paws up my furry teats, then back down again, making all my nipples come erect and warmth flood into my teats.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close, pressing my burning teats into his furry chest and belly, my tail wagging. "Let's take our shorts off," he whispered into my ear, and I nodded.

So Natan reached around behind me and unbuttoned my shorts, which fell to the ground. So I did the same for him. Then we just stood there, admiring each other in the nude: a muscular male wolf-dog person and a female border-collie person, our tails wagging.

Looking down, I caught sight of his sheath - Natan was pretty well endowed, and as I watched his penis began to grow out of his sheath, a big red rocket shape. And suddenly, his penis became the focus of my world. Curiosity overwhelmed me and I reached out and stroked it: it was warm, firm and hard...

Natan grinned at me, and put his hand-paw between my legs and cupped my pussy! Warm butterfly-tingles sank into my underbelly and I moaned as I felt his warm furry fingers against my furry little pussy lips. And then I felt an icky, slimy sensation as I grew wet downstairs....

Natan kissed me on the nose again, and said, "Let's go to bed together".

I nodded, my heart racing like a jack-hammer. I was really going to get it, with a wolf-dog, just like in my fantasy! And I couldn't wait.

So I took his hand-paw in mine, and led him to my bedroom. I climbed into bed then lay down on my back, knees up, my tail twitching, looking up at him. He climbed into the bed with me then ran a hand-paw down my aching teats. He kissed me on the nose again and said "Roll over so I can mount you".

Oh. Of course. Vrouflings must do it doggy style.

I giggled a little and smiled, and got on my hands and knees, my warm teats dangling in the cool air-conditioning, my nipples poking out stiffly. I raised my tail in the air.

Natan got behind me and put his hand-paws on my hips. Here it comes, I thought, I'm going to get laid! My first experience with sex as a girl (well, as a dog-girl) and my heart was racing and my whole body felt warm and tingly. A small voice in my head asked: what are you doing? but I ignored it in my excitement. Then I felt something poke my wet pussy: it was the head of his penis. He used it to part my pussy lips, and then his head was over my vaginal opening!

I shut my eyes and whined.

Then he gripped my hips and slowly sank the length of his erection into my vagina...

I felt his warm, hard length sliding past my wet inner walls with incredible friction as he stretched me out and filled me. Then the full length of his penis was filling my vagina, his balls pressed against my cunt, and I moaned "Oh, Natan..."

"Fuck yeah, Larry!" he replied, and he began to thrust. The feeling of his erection sliding through my wet vagina sent waves of pleasure through me, and I started to cry out "oh... oh... oh..." in time to his thrusting. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. God, it felt so good! Having his penis inside me sliding back and forth inside me just felt so awesome. And it was so much more intense than sex as a man was!

Then he took his hands off of my hips, and cupped my dangling lower teats, lifting and caressing them as he started to pick up the tempo. The waves of pleasure rolling through me became more intense as he thrust harder, his balls bouncing against my cunt, my teats swaying back and forth to our motion.

"Oh God Natan, yes!" I managed as he fucked me: I was getting it as a Vroufling bitch, and it was wonderful...

He gently squeezed my lower teats and continued to fuck me. "Yeah, Larry!" he replied, getting a good tempo going as he banged away. God, the feeling of his penis sliding through my vagina was just too much, and I felt like I just couldn't take it anymore, the waves of pleasure it created sliding back and forth making me squint my eyes shut and cry out "Ah! Ah! Ah! S-stop f-f-fucking me, p-please!"

"Nope!" he replied in his deep gravelly voice.

I just couldn't take it anymore, and I howled in ecstasy and came. Suddenly, I felt like I was floating, and I couldn't feel my hand-paws or foot-paws or tail-tip as a warm red blanket of pure pleasure rolled through my body, making me see stars and bright lights as he pounded away in me. Then, after about ten seconds, it started to fade...

"Oh fuck," I breathed, panting, my tongue lolling, "I just came!"

"Good", said Natan as he continued to fuck me. As the sensation of orgasm drained away the feeling of pleasure in my vagina drained away with it, until it just felt like he was inside me, just there, thrusting back and forth.

Then I noticed something else: a bulge was forming at the base of his penis, and right away I knew what it was: a doggy knot! I blinked a few times as I felt his growing knot sliding through me, and the pleasure of being fucked started to return. I wondered if I could have a second orgasm...

Soon, his knot felt huge inside me, stretching me with every thrust, and then he growled and pushed his penis as far up into me as he could and he came...

I felt his penis pulse inside me as he shot his warm, wet sperm into the top of my vagina.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Natan growled, then he leaned his chest down onto my back and began to lick the back of my head and ears, running his hand-paws along my teats and fondling them as we both tried to catch our breaths.

God, it felt so strange to have his knotted penis inside me, filling me, and still pulsing out small squirts of sperm. Minutes passed as he caressed me with his tongue and fondled my teats, and then, at last, the pulsing stopped and his knot began to shrink. God, sex with Natan had been fantastic.

I wanted to do it again! I wondered how long it would take him to get it up again...

Finally his knot shrank down all the way and he pulled his limp penis from me with a wet sound, leaving a sensation behind like it was still in me! He snuggled down on the bed beside me, on his side, looking at me. So I laid on my side to face him. He began to stoke my fur, so I began to stroke his.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "That was great!" and I nodded in agreement. Then we kissed again.

And I wondered where our relationship would go next.