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The Yellow sun of Aganippe had slipped below the planet's dusty horizon, and only the slanting rays of the Orange sun remained in the welcome cool of the evening.

Ralphee strolled past the drab concrete bunkers of the workers' compound, then down towards the verdant circle of shrubs and palms surrounding the lake. The oasis lay like a rare green and blue jewel in the vast deserts of Aganippe's tropical latitudes. A mesh fence cut the workers off from the enticing lake and the lusher vegetation surrounding it, but he liked to sit among the scraggly bushes and terraced vegetable gardens, and look out over the shimmering water. His muscular mastiff body, tan furred with dark muzzle and bright eyes, was covered only by a simple loin cloth, and the dust and sand of the desert clung to his skin no matter how much he shook. He was dirty from a morning's work in the ore quarry, but not as tired as usual, for the rock breaker had clattered to a halt at lunch time, leaving the canine workers with nothing to do while the human mechanics attempted (and failed) to repair it. Missed targets angered the overseer, and when they abandoned work for the day and climbed aboard the hover-truck, Ralphee had received a jab from a pain-stick which he thought was unjustified.

A rough plank seat stood crooked in the shade of a fig tree, and Ralphee had just sat down with his tail curled on the wood beside him when a glint of light caught his eye. Something shiny lay in the coarse grass beside the path, glinting orange in the light of the Twilight sun.

Curiosity aroused, the young Mastiff crossed the glade to investigate. Bending down, he discovered a silver pendant lying in the dust. He held it up, admiring the elegant design which depicted a bird in flight. Its fine silver chain was broken, suggesting that someone had lost it while out walking. But who? It seemed too fine to belong to a worker, but perhaps one of the older females owned such a thing - they were allowed more freedoms than the younger canines, once they had proved themselves to be loyal and docile. Ralphee turned the pendant in his paw while he pondered. He longed to be free of the bondage under which they lived, and as such he hated anything which symbolized their supplication to that bondage. But his own conscience wasn't entirely clear, and he was at heart an honest dog.

A sound in the bushes caught his attention, and he turned. Could it be the owner of the pendant? Ears forward, he waited for someone to enter the clearing, but a snapping branch showed they were moving away.

"Wait!" he called, as he waded into a patch of waist-high sage grass in pursuit of the departing footsteps. At that moment the breeze shifted, and Ralphee skidded to a halt as his nose detected a scent. The Person he pursued was a human, and female.

He worked every day under the watchful eyes of human overseers, but they were always male, as was the veterinarian who looked after their health. Ralphee feared the wrath of the guards and their pain sticks if he was seen anywhere near a human female, and so he hesitated among the tall weeds beside the clearing. But what was she doing on this side of the compound? And what advantage - if any - would he gain if he returned her lost treasure? He stood a moment longer, but curiosity - and the mysterious spice of her scent - overcame his doubts.

"Hello?" he asked, and pushed forward through the dry branches of a cassia bush. He followed his nose until he emerged in a clearing, and looked up to see a young human female standing opposite him. A look of fear crossed her face, but he also thought he saw his own curiosity echoed in her features. They looked at each other for a moment.

"I-" Ralphe began, but she interrupted him.

"Careful, canine. If I scream, the guards will be here very quickly!"

Her words were defiant, and for a moment Ralphee doubted his decision to follow her. But beneath her bravado, he noticed something else - perhaps a hint of interest again.

"Please don't!" he requested, ears and tail drooping. "I just wanted to return this, if it's yours." He held up the pendant.

Her face softened. "Thank you!" she said, and this time he detected real warmth in her voice. "I thought it was lost!"

Ralphee's tail wagged gently and his ears came back up at her pleased tone. Awkwardly, he stepped forward and held out his paw. She hesitated again, nervous at his closeness, then took the pendant with a shy smile. Her fingers lingered on his paw pads. Her skin was soft and smooth, and Ralphee felt ashamed of his grimy fur and chipped nails - although he had no reason to impress her. No reason at all. A simple dress of blue silk covered her slender body, and a faint sweet perfume added to the milky aroma of human female that wafted to Ralpee's nose. He wondered how he smelled to her. Human noses weren't nearly as good as a canine's, but given his dusty and unbathed state, her nose was probably good enough. He hoped she liked the smell of slightly rank canine - but then he felt stupid for having such a thought.

Dark hair framed her face, and her deep tan indicated she liked the outdoors. Her eyes met his for a moment, and he saw mischief in them. "I should reward you for your help!"

"There's really no need!" Ralphee shuffled his paws, but his tail wagged just the same.

Her eyes narrowed, but the mischief was still there. "There's something I want to show you - something I am sure you will like. Are you going to come with me, or do I need to call the guards?"

He knew she would be in nearly as much trouble as he if she carried out her threat, but his curiosity had now been awakened, and for some reason he trusted her, human though she was.

He gave a mock bow. "Very well, m'lady. Lead on."

"My name is Jen. And you can watch your cheek!"

Ralphee smiled at her attempted reproach. "I'm Ralphee."

"Well, Mr Ralphee. Come on!"

She turned towards the bushes, then waited for him to follow. He noticed with approval that her feet were bare, and she padded over the sandy dirt with a relaxed grace that was almost canine. They began to descend a gully, and Ralphee realized that they were close to the wall which separated the canine compound from the clean white houses and terraced gardens where humans lived. Sure enough, they rounded a corner to find a drab concrete edifice blocking their path. A line of wire strung along the top carried enough electrical current to dissuade anyone from attempting to climb over.

Ralphee looked left and right, concerned and also confused. It was definitely against the rules for a dog to be so close to the wall.

"Don't worry - there aren't any cameras in this section!" Jen beckoned to him. "Down here!"

She disappeared into a hollow among some bushes, and when the mastiff followed her, he discovered a gap right under the wall's foundation where the sandy soil had washed away during one of the desert's rare rain storms. Jen ducked through the gap, and after a furtive look to the left and the right, Ralphee followed her.

The land beyond the wall had always been a great mystery to Ralphee, but it turned out to be the same sandy ground studded with hardy bushes and stunted pines as the area they had just left. He half expected to be surrounded by humans - and immediately arrested. Instead, they emerged in a little valley hidden from the houses and green lawns of the humans by a stony ridge. The deep blue water of the lake glittered from beyond fig trees and sage brush at the foot of the hill, and Jen turned in that direction. It was a moment before the mastiff realized why the view looked different - here there was no fence to separate him from the lake shore, and the girl was making for the water! Excited, he bounded after her, his tail high.

They emerged in a little cove where a beach of red sand nestled between low peninsulas. Jen stopped on the shore and spread her slender arms to encompass the scene. "Viola!" she intoned.

Ralphee stood with head a little to one side and tail swishing out an uncertain but hopeful wave, wondering what she expected. He eyed the water, clear and fresh. Its cool, weedy smell came to his nose, and he tried to imagine slipping into the encompassing depths. But he was used to the rules of the humans, and one rule was that canines weren't allowed near the water of the oasis. Was she testing him, waiting to see whether he'd break the rules?

"I heard that you like water…" she seemed unsure of herself now. "This is my favorite swimming spot. Don't worry - nobody ever comes here!".

He looked from her to the enticing water, his wag rate increasing.

"Go on!" she encouraged him. Ralphee grinned, and decided to make the most of the situation, and damn the consequences. He crossed the sand and waded in. The water felt as delicious and refreshing as it looked, so he launched himself out towards the shimmering horizon. He immediately sank, and the water closed right over him - a wondrous experience for a dog who was used to washing beneath the fine mist from a shower nozzle. He was frightened for a moment as water filled his nose, but then his paws touched the sandy bottom and he stood up again. Grinning, he shook the water from his ears and looked back to the shore.

To his surprise, Jen was already pulling off her dress, and he turned away in embarrassment as he saw her lithe body clothed only in close-fitting and skimpy undergarments. Giggling, she ran across the sand and dived gracefully into the water.

She surfaced near to him, her wet hair plastered to her face and rivulets running from her smooth bare skin. She pulled her hair back, squeezing some of the water out. "So what do you think?"

"I think this is great!" the Mastiff replied, still waiting for the catch. He leaped forward, plunging his head under the cool water once again. This time he let his arms and legs move of their own accord as some ancient genetic memory kicked in. He spluttered to the surface and then swam in an ungainly circle around Jen, who laughed and splashed water at him before setting out again with smooth and even strokes that looked a lot more efficient than his noisy dog-paddle.

He splashed after her, half swimming and half leaping off the sandy bottom. When she stopped, he belly-flopped in front of her, sending a sheet of spray over her head. He stopped, suddenly afraid that he had over-stepped the boundaries of canine-human relations in his enthusiasm. But she looked back at him with a wicked glint in her eye as she jumped at him, her momentum knocking him off balance.

Even as he sunk beneath the surface, he felt an unexpected thrill from the touch of her skin against his coat. Her bare arms were smooth and firm, and as he stood back up, he let his own arm slip around her waist, just in case he knocked her over (at least, that was his guise). Suddenly they were face to face, and she looked up into his eyes with unexpected intensity. Briefly he felt his heart pounding, but then the feeling passed.

He withdrew his arm as Jen turned and waded to the shore, panting, a wide grin on her face once more. She stood ankle-deep in the shallows, the evening sun highlighting the curves of her wet skin. Ralphee dared to look at her properly, noting her small nose and narrow mouth (compared to a canine), slender neck, and shapely breasts. In general shape, the humans were fairly similar to the canines - who were created by and in the image of the humans, after all. Her chest and waist were covered by her underwear, but the wet cloth revealed just enough to draw the mastiff's eye, and he found himself wondering - with a certain degree of excitement - what the girl might be like in those secret and hidden areas. He bushed the thought away, embarrassed. It would be very unwise to entertain such ideas.

Ralphee followed her to the sand, water dripping from his tail and large paws slashing. Her eyes roved shameless over his body as he approached. Rebellious, he stopped when he was near and shook. She flinched as water showered over her, but then he saw a grin spread across her face. At the same time he felt his loin-cloth slip loose and drop to the sand.

Mortified, he bent to grab the wayward garment, then looked up as he heard Jen giggling. When he caught her eye, he saw that look of interest again, along with amusement.

"Don't worry!" she reassured him, still chuckling. "You'll dry out faster without it!"

Well, why not?, Ralphee thought, as he shook the sand out of his damp cloth, all the while standing proudly as if he didn't have anything to be ashamed of (which he didn't, of course). Jen nodded her approval and he saw his eyes rest momentarily on his sheath.

"Come on," she beckoned as she scooped up her dress. Ralphee followed her along the beach, paws crunching through the warm sand. A faint breeze stirred the trees and sent ripples across the lake, and the dry air caressed his damp fur. They came to a secluded patch of springy grass ringed by a stand of stocky pines. The girl dropped her cloths and turned towards the Mastiff. "This is a nice spot to relax and dry off. After all, we can't go home all wet!"

Ralphee nodded his approval, and spread his loin-cloth out to dry over a rock.

"That's a good idea!" Jen hesitated for a moment, then, much to the dog's surprise, she unclipped her bra and slipped it off. Then, before he remembered not to stare, she had stepped out of her panties as well, and both items were laid out beside his own. Ralphee put his paw over his mouth to cover his smile, but his tail gave him away anyway.

The dog lay down in the warm grass and let the orange sunlight wash over his fur. He loved the relative cool of the evening and the early morning, before the suns rose high and baked the desert planet with their relentless heat. The nights were cold and beautiful, but the canines were subject to a curfew and risked punishment if they weren't in bed.

A rustle in the grass pulled him from his reverie as the human sat down beside him, cross-legged on the ground. He caught her looking him over out of the corner of his eye, while he tried not to stare at her naked curves. She hesitated a moment, then picked up his paw in her dainty hand, and her thin fingers moved over the bones and coarse pads. The mastiff's paws were large and hardened from physical labor, and he wasn't used to the soft touch of a human. But the sensation was pleasant, and he smiled at her interest.

"You're a fine specimen!" she said, but then she looked abashed when Ralphee frowned. "I'm sorry." Her gaze dropped, crestfallen, but her hand still held his paw. "That was a poor choice of words." She hesitated a moment, and Ralphee noticed a vulnerability and an uncertainty in her manor that he didn't normally associate with the humans. They usually acted very aloof and confident in the presence of their slave workers.

"I didn't invite you over here to mock you", she continued in a quiet voice. "I hope you don't think I'm like the rest of my family. I think it's wrong that we keep you as slaves. And, honestly, I was really curious."

She had such a look of hopeful sincerity that the mastiff's frown softened. There was a charm to her manner, and her round face and smooth skin fascinated the canine. Now she sat near to him, sunlight slanting across her naked breasts, and he felt a familiar excitement growing.

"Anything in particular that you were curious about?" he asked, his heart beating faster.

"Well..." Her hand strayed up to stoke the golden fur of his arm. "I wondered what your fur felt like, for a start!"

He was still damp, but drying fast in the warm air. Jen's eyes studied his face with interest, as her hand ventured up to caress his ear. Her attention disconcerted him, but the touch of her fingers gave him a warm glow. Then he saw her gaze travel lower, assessing his muscular torso. Finally it came to rest on his sheath, and when he looked down he was mortified to see that he was showing the pink tip of his member. As soon as he noticed, his muscles tensed involuntarily, and his cock vanished inside its covering once again.

The girl was still watching, however. "May I… touch?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

"Er, if you like!" When in doubt, Ralphee reverted to old habits of obedience to the humans - although in this case he was finding her interest more and more thrilling. He tensed slightly as her hand traveled down to his sheath, and her fingers brushed his sensitive skin. He tried to relax, worried that her touch might arouse him in an embarrassing way - but also, perversely, that it might not.

Her expression registered interest as her confidence grew and her fingers increased their exploration. They squeezed his member through his sheath, then moved up and down, feeling its hard slickness.

Jen giggled. "Wow! It's quite different to a man..." The mastiff wasn't sure what to say, but as her fingers caressed his balls, he didn't care. Her smell was enticing, definitely feminine, and held hints of arousal. She wasn't so different from a canine in the important areas, and her smooth skin and full breasts promised a different sensual experience. In short, he realized that she was hot.

"Hold it a moment..." she whispered, climbing to her feet. "I have to... you know... go pee... " she nodded towards the trees. "Stay right here, and no peeking - I'm shy!"

Not all that shy, the mastiff thought as her bare back vanished between the pines. He lay back on the grass, thinking about what a strange afternoon it had been. His leg bumped something, and when he looked around, he saw the corner of a data tablet projecting from her crumpled pile of clothes. The screen showed an image which looked somehow familiar. Intrigued, he picked up the small device for a closer look.

He saw a room which he had seen before, although he didn't immediately recognize it due to the angle of the camera. A large bed filled the middle of the shot, and beside the bed stood...

A young tan-colored mastiff. A pretty German shepherd female lay on the bed, and both canines were naked. Cold realization crept over Ralphee as he recognized himself, filmed by a hidden camera. The video was in pause mode, and horrified fascination drove him to tap the 'Play' icon. His thoughts were in turmoil as he watched the screen version of himself lap at the shepherd's entrance, then climb forward and guide his cock into her waiting folds.

Ralphee felt a moment of disgust, knowing that the exploitation of this private moment was a kind of slavery perhaps worse than mere labor. And yet, a perverse part of him was pleased to know that the human was excited by watching him perform.

A rustle in the grass alerted him to Jen's approach, but it was too late to hide the tablet. He didn't look around as she sat down beside him again, but he knew she had seen the screen when she said "Oh!". He turned at last. "I'm..." she didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, you weren't supposed to see that!" her gaze dropped to the ground as her face reddened. "Now I'm really embarrassed!".

Ralphee frowned. "I can't believe you were filming us!"

"Well it wasn't me - I mean, it's... standard practice. All breeding is filmed for the records." she flinched, knowing how offensive that would sound to him. "Nobody ever looks at the files - as far as I know! But it's my job to ensure they are properly cataloged, and I just couldn't resist taking a peek!"

She looked at him hopefully, then back at the ground. "I know it's wrong..." her hand stroked his ear again, and she finally looked up to meet his gaze. "But I was fascinated by you, and I couldn't stop looking at the video."

So maybe their meeting hadn't been an accident. On the screen, the past version of himself pulled the shepherd bitch close and thrust hard as he reached orgasm. He wanted to be angry at Jen, but the sight of his tail flagging downwards as he planted his seed in the fertile bitch was getting him very aroused.

Suddenly he laughed. "Don't worry! It's completely wrong, of course, but it's also kinda hot!"

"Really?" Her face brightened as she leaned closer to him, so as to see the screen better. Suddenly he had a naked female human pressed close to his fur, and her hand slipped down to play with his sheath and balls again. On the screen, he held the shepherd close, and she pressed herself against his body as his knot filled her.

Jen turned away from the screen, and her lips drew near to his, then finally touched. The data pad slipped to the ground as his tongue lapped at her mouth. Her pulse rate increased as he ran his paw down her back, and her lips parted in a full kiss. She pressed forward, her hands grasping his shoulders and her light body moving sensually against his fur.

Panting they separated, and now he shared her hunger. She reached to stroke his cock again, this time rubbing his sheath up and down against its slick length. She pulled his sheath down until his pink tip was showing, and ran her finger gently around it, bringing a gasp from his lips. Then she straddled him on the warm grass, and he looked down to see the soft pink folds of her entrance nestled in a patch of fine dark hair. She pressed downwards, still guiding his sheath with her hand, and his cock slid into her.

"Ooooh!" she sighed, and relaxed against him, her head against his neck and her warm breath ruffling his fur. He pulled her smooth body closer and thrust gently into her slick depths, feeling his excitement grow. Her hurried breathing revealed her excitement as she moved in rhythm to his thrusts. Her Her bare skin was firm against his fur, and she gripped and surrounded his cock just tightly enough. His cock swelled as his arousal grew.

He saw Jen's eyes widen as his member probed deeply towards her cervix. Now his cock filled her with a comfortable tightness, and he felt her muscles grip him. Then, teasing, she raised herself off him, and turned so that she could cup his semi-swollen cock in her hands. "Wow!" she murmured, voice full of wonder, as she licked the pointed tip.

She looked up at his face again, this time with a grin. She stood, turned, walked a few paces. Then she dropped to all-fours on the grass, rump towards the dog. Hungrily, he knelt behind her as she parted her legs for him. His fingers explored her vulva, feeling heat and wetness. His arousal grew again as he slipped a finger inside. Then, both paws on her waist, he pulled her close as he thrust forward, his sheath pressing against her as he sought her entrance. Finally his cock found its goal, and he thrust deeply, up and into her in one smooth motion. She gasped and pressed back against him, taking as much of his length as she could.

His cock swelled as he thrust again and again, and now she moaned again as his member filled her. He ran his paws over her back as she pushed against him, the smooth coolness of her skin accentuating the heat of their coupling.

He felt a burning need growing in the base of his cock, and he held her tightly as he pressed in as far as he could. Dimly, he wondered whether her anatomy could handle his knot, but all thoughts faded as his need to sow his seed grew. She panted as his knot filled her and locked inside her, and then he was pouring his cum into her, hot pulse after hot pulse. He could feel her muscles clenching on his member as he brought her to climax.

Locked together and panting, the Mastiff's cock pulsed his cum into the human female. A moan escaped her lips as she pressed herself back against his soft fur, and another wave of bliss washed over him every time her muscles tugged against his knot.

After a while, they maneuvered until they could lie down, spoon style. He caressed her smooth skin with his furred hand-paw.

"So how do humans compare to bitches?" she asked eventually.

"Well..." Ralphee considered this for a moment. "Certainly different! I haven't had very much experience with either, though. And the time I was with a bitch, she was in season."

Jen giggled. "I could tell." Then she looked up at him, her face more serious. "By the way, I have some news…"

"Oh?" It had been a few days of bliss for Ralphee as he shared private quarters with a beautiful female hungry for his services, but he'd tried not to think about it since then. His feelings were too complicated.

"I hear that a litter of puppies is expected!"

Later, after they parted at the wall, Ralphee contemplated this information as he walked slowly back through the twilight to the slave compound. Complicated, he thought.