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“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. As you've probably already felt how things are going with the turbulence we're experiencing, our landing is going to be a dicey one." Sean could only grunt at the obviously pointless explanation as the plane jerked through another plunge and climb, grasping at the arms of his seat. Taws' paw was firmly planted over one hand and her teeth set in a grim line, her ears flat back. “The weather service's storm forecast was off by – oh – a few hours, so once we're on the ground we're going to be staying there. All connecting outbound flights have been cancelled due to this blow. Alternate transportation or accommodations will be made available once we touch down.

“So, well, I guess all I can say is – sit back, take a breath, and hang on while we get ourselves on the ground. That'll be in about fifteen minutes. Thanks for your toughing it out with us."

In the end it took three missed attempts before the pilot managed to get the small, fifty passenger commuter plane on the ground, crabbing in almost sideways. Once the wheels touched down, sidling in with an alarming wiggle, the pilot smoothly brought the nose around with little more than a slight bump. The passengers gave a tense round of applause while they taxied to the jetway and departed, with much effusive thanks to the pilot for getting them there in one piece.

Outside the aircraft the third winter storm of the year was bearing down with a windy shriek, blowing snow across the tarmac almost horizontally. October's weather had been positively balmy, but two days after Halloween the first storm of the season hit like a sledgehammer direct from Santa Claus' workshop, dumping over a foot of snow on the northeast. Another followed a week later, with more wind and a lot more ice but less accumulation, and now the third looked to bring another heavy, frigid dump.

Trooping down the jetway as it shook in the wind, Taws' arm hooked behind his elbow, Sean could only shake his head and let out a shaky breath. “Should've drove."

Taws chuffed a snort, “Through that, for six hours?"

“Fair point." Sean grunted, jiggling the steering wheel as the car sidled over a slick spot. “Maybe not."

At the boarding desk a trio of attendants waited, asking each passenger if they would need help with ground transportation or lodging, but Sean demurred. Potsdam Municipal was their end flying destination, after all. “Thank you for flying New York Commuter Service." One of the attendants beamed as they passed.

Only two of the five car rental places still had available vehicles but Sean already had his reservation so it was a simple task of picking up their luggage and then keys and signing half a ream of paperwork. They were offered an upgrade to a sportier WRX version of the Subaru they already had booked but Sean did not expect them to find much opportunity for touring the countryside at any speed faster than crawl.

And 'crawl' it did indeed turn out to be. The half hour projected journey from Potsdam to Ogdensburg turned into a two hour trial of encountering roads blocked by police working accidents to icy patches that sent them sliding even with all-wheel-drive. At least the car had no problems once a couple of tires got into the grass, or berms of plow-dumped snow, at the shoulder of the road.

His nerves were frazzled nearly to the snapping point before Taws pointed ahead into the blinding snow. “Just up ahead, by those reflectors. There's a big red mailbox on the right and we're there." While he could see the two vertically arranged triangles of reflectors from a quarter mile distant the red mailbox – a miniature barn on a pole that put the standard curbside box to shame – did not reveal itself from the blizzard until he was almost on top of it. The in-dash GPS dinged agreement with Taws' directions belatedly, it's voice over silenced to give Sean a measure of peace. The only way to determine a driveway was there hidden in the weather were the two reflector-decorated ditch markers.

Turning into the drive he navigated slowly between a pair of towering cedar posts supporting a cross spar some twenty feet overhead. A sign, unreadable in the driving snow, waved maniacally above. There was no house immediately visible so he continued forward, climbing a shallow rise. At the top he could finally see the lights of a house in the depression beyond, the edifice itself all but invisible.

They passed a hulking shadow on the left as they neared, a huge barn built along the Adirondacks style from the past century. A large pickup truck swam into view a short distance later, half buried on one side like avalanche victims. Sean pulled in on the downwind side of it and shut the car off.

“Well," he sighed as he looked at the porch railing a few feet ahead of the car visible in the pool of light cast by the car's headlamps, “at least we made it."

“Yeah, weather bedamned." Taws gave his arm a squeeze and leaned over to brush his cheek with nose and whiskers affectionately before shouldering into her lightweight winter jacket. With her dense, lush coat of winter fur she had little need for anything half so heavy as the one Sean worried his way into. Her jacket was mostly to keep out the wind and the wet, not the cold so much. The hood was somewhat heavier around the ear cuffs and lining, to protect those and her muzzle which was all but invisible beyond the rim of fur.

Sean, on the other hand, swathed himself in a huge, thick, blue-and-green winter coat to supplement the leggings and winter boots he was already wearing. When they got out of the car, with their hoods up and drawn close, the wind snatched furiously at them like some beast seeking to rip the garments from them. Sean had to put up a hand, rather futilely, to shield his face from the horizontally driven sleet laden snow. Eschewing the luggage in the trunk for later retrieval they hastily charged around the snow-covered truck and up the stairs of the porch.

No sooner had they reached the top of the stairs and onto the porch when a screen door was thrust open before them. A broad shouldered russet and orange collie stood just within, one hand clutching a loose jacket closed at her throat over otherwise thin house clothing. “Gracious me!" The collie exclaimed as they hastened toward her, “Come in, come in! Get out of that frightful weather!" Stepping aside lest she be blown over by the wind or bowled over by her unexpected guests, the collie held open the inner door to let them hasten past.

The room beyond was somewhat small and crowded with the bric-a-brac of winter weather clothing; a mud-room where boots and weather soiled garments could be shed before continuing into the house beyond. Sean's house lacked such a convenient amenity, but then he had a garage to park in out of the weather or receive unexpected, snow coated visitors. “What on earth brings you out in such weather?" Glancing out of the screen door before pulling it closed the collie's attention was diverted for a moment. “Is there some sort of emergency?"

“No, ma'am." Sean offered, pulling back his hood and moving to capture the collie's attention. Unlike Taws she had a much more solid looking muzzle, more broad and slightly shorter than the collie norm. Her gray speckled cream colored tail had more of a bushiness to it with somewhat less sweep than Taws' own. All in all she looked very wolf-like, but with collie mearl markings more consistent with Lazarus' own. “There's no emergency. It's just that, you see, all of the flights were cancelled because of this weather, so it wasn't like we could just turn around and fly back." Tugging off his gloves he snapped them together and draped them over a convenient coat hook before turning to his puffy jacket. Taws had moved somewhat behind their hostess while her attention was on Sean.

“Fly?" The collie chuffed, her brows furrowing and ears twitching in confusion. Like Taws her ears were well defined and stood erect without the typical collie's folded tips. “Cancelled? Where did you dears come from in that?" One hand waved toward the blizzard moaning beyond the thick glass of the outer door.

Sean knelt to unfasten his heavy winter boots, noting that their hostess was bare-pawed. “New York City, ma'am."

Flummoxed, the collie ran a hand over her head and regarded him while he tugged his boots off. “New Yor- what on earth brought you all the way up here?"

After pulling off his boots and inner shells, standing in stocking feet on the cold tile of the mud-room floor, Sean shrugged. “Family?" He pointedly shifted his gaze from the confused collie to Taws. Sans the outer shell of her lightweight winter garments Taws was clad in a light country style green shirt and loose blue jeans. She had managed to escape the older collie's notice while she shed her outer clothes, save for the paw-boots still laced securely about her lower legs. Following Sean's shift of gaze the matronly, wolf-like collie half turned to look at her other visitor. Both ears immediately sprang up and pinned forward, her lower jaw briefly dropping open.

“Taws!" she yelped in delighted surprise, reaching out to haul her daughter into a crushing embrace. “You could've told us you were coming!" Releasing the embrace she held the younger collie at arms' length for a moment before crushing her with another hug. Taws stood a few inches taller than her mother, but age had given the elder collie a bit more heft to her frame though only slightly. After several almost tearful moments, during which Sean had to step back to avoid the wildly wagging tail, she released her daughter. “You like to give an old bitch an absolute heart attack, pup!"

Giving Taws a light couple of pats to the side of her grinning muzzle she turned her attention back to Sean who could only grin back - the mood made it impossible not to smile - and shrugged again. “Why spoil the surprise?" He asked gamely.

“Then you must be Sean, man of adventure and mystery." She observed, looking him up and down appraisingly. “Shitty security cameras fall short." With a flash of gleaming canine teeth she stepped up to haul him into an embrace of surprising strength. Whiskers brushed his cheek in the typical touch of canine affection when he returned the hug. “Come, come!" She rumbled throatily after releasing him. “Let's not leave you barefoot out on this cold floor."

Pushing open the inner door of the mud-room she ushered them into a large, well appointed – and blessedly warm, even to Sean – kitchen. Steam wafted from a trio of pots on the gas stove in the center island. The smell of a clam alfredo filled the room tantalizingly.

“Drake!" Taws' mother barked sharply, her canine voice scolding though she favored them with a wink over her shoulder. “Get your nose out of that game and come out and meet our guests!" With a soft, growling snicker Taws slipped to one side, ducking though a door into a darkened room beyond.

“Ay, okay! Coming!" A baritone growl came from a huge room beyond the low counter spanning one side of the kitchen. A stone and rough-hewn wooden arch led out of the kitchen and it was there that the owner of the deeper voice appeared. Of a height with Sean, Taws' father was a broad shouldered representative of pure-blood collie. His color and patterning was similar that of Taws; predominantly cream with deep gold and orange. The tips of his curiously pricked ears tilted forward and brown eyes raked Sean up and down. “Well, hello there. Get your car stuck out in the snow, or do you have an animal that needs care?" Sean saw something in his eyes change, their regard becoming immediately more acute as his nose twitched.

“No, sir." Sean smiled, extending a hand, “Just thought I'd drop by and visit."

One orange hued eyebrow twitched up curiously, “Hell of a nasty day to come-a-callin'." Stepping into the kitchen the collie reached out and clasped Sean's hand. Much to the human's surprise he pulled firmly rather than merely shook that hand, stepping forward as Sean lurched forward to pull him into a close, masculine shoulder-hug. A large hand slapped Sean smartly on the back. “But you're welcome here, Sean. Now, where's my daughter?" Close at the side of his face Sean saw a merry twinkle in the dog's brown eye and the whiskers tickling his cheek angled up as he whispered.

Trying to regain his balance as he returned the hug Sean coughed softly, “I plead the fifth, sir."

Drake grunted a quiet laugh close at Sean's ear, “She's in the pantry again, isn't she?"

Huffing a little with each breath-rattling thump against his back Sean could only grin, “That the room your wife just locked?" With a short whuff of laughter Drake propelled Sean toward one of the stools arranged around the island dominating the center of the kitchen. The island, in turn, was dominated by a huge six-burner gas stove already in use. Counter space circle three sides of the island, hibachi style, where visitors could sit and eat while the cook worked. Sean plopped down on one of the stools before he fell down while the door through which Taws had disappeared, presumably the aforementioned pantry, rattled noisily.

“Hey!" Taws howled from behind it. “No fair!" Her mother laughed and her father, Drake, flashed a huge, toothy grin.

“She always forgets that it locks." Sitting down on another stool he favored Sean with another appraising stare. “Nice to finally actually meet you, Sean. Outside of blurry news clips."

The door rattled again and Taws growled in frustration. “Oh, come on!"

“Likewise, sir. Taws speaks the world of you."

“Drake, son." The collie wagged an admonishing finger at him, “Or just Doc M, if you must, but that 'sir' stuff is for business, not my girl's beau."

“Faolin, or Fae." Taws' mother added from the front of the stove while she stirred the contents of one pot producing a heady, creamy, divine bouquet. “It's nice of you to drop by, and perfect timing too." She raised her voice, “It's too bad our scoundrel daughter up and disappeared, we were just about ready to have dinner. Lucky you I cook plenty."

“Damnit!" The pantry door rattled once more, “This isn't funny, mom! Let me out, I want to see my daddy!"

Drake chortled merrily and leaned back to speak loudly, “Who's yer daddy?" Sean blinked, raising a brow at that decidedly odd inquiry.

The pantry door was silent for several seconds before Taws' low growl came through. “Sean is, dad. Should I go into detail just how?"

“No!" Sean gaped in shock.

“Uhm, no?" Drake said at the same moment, favoring Sean with a toothy smirk.

“No, dear, but thanks all the same." Faolin yapped quickly from the sink where she was rinsing freshly drained pasta.

“Well, I've got nothing else to do, stuck in here! Let me count the ways, one –"

“Taws!" Sean bellowed in slack jawed mortification, his face going hot. The two older dogs broke into yapping laughter.

“Oh, but does he blush!" Faolin observed humorously.

“Mom!" Taws barked through the door, “Don't you go embarrassing him so bad I can't use him!" With a groan Sean dropped his brow to the countertop and threw both hands over the back of his head in defeat.

“Use?" Faolin giggled, returning with the pasta.

“Too late!" Drake stood with a laugh and crossed to the pantry door. With a quick twist of the thumb latch, which Faolin had secured subtly enough that Taws had not caught on immediately, unlocked it. He stepped back as the door was pushed open. Taws stood in the open doorway, hands on her hips, and scowled at her parents. Her ears were up, though, and her lush tail sweeping back and forth.

“That was mean." She whined, then launched herself at her father, who caught her in a warm hug though he staggered back a pace.

“There's my girl." He growled humorously as he hoisted his daughter in an easy seeming pirouette. “We've missed you!"

“As much as I've missed you, dad." Taws laughed, claws clicking on the floor when he set her down. “It's been two years, I'm sorry I haven't been a dutiful daughter with my visits."

“You have a busy life, dear." Fae murmured with a toothy canine smile. “Running around half way across the country playing heroine. And brought home a fine young man, too!"

“Pah," Taws chuffed, leaning past Sean to sniff at the pots on the stove. “Sean was playing all dashing white knight in shining armor. I was just along for the crash."

“I bet Lazy was happy about that." Drake opined, leaning his hip against one of the stools.

“Oh, tickled! I think he was more upset about his poor truck than his poor sister."

A brief, noisy warble through the kitchen brought a pause to the conversation as all three dogs turned toward a small radio next to the refrigerator.

“Dispatch to Anderson five-one." A feminine voice crackled from the radio.

“Five-one, go."

“Report of single vehicle off the road at Linden and Arnold Wagner. No injuries stated. No request for emergency response, but could you go check it out?"

“Ten four, ETA five."

“Dispatch copy, out."

Apparently whatever came across the scanner did not warrant any further attention for the older collies resumed what they were doing even before the dispatcher went silent. Crossing to the cabinets Faeolin took out a stack of plates. While she set them on the bar around the stove Taws went to a drawer to dig out flatware. “He called yesterday, said he would be coming by Tuesday or Wednesday, whenever he could break away from his current duties."

“Good, good. Who else is coming?" Taws asked as set the flatware around each plate just as she did at home. Faolin produced glasses shaped for use with muzzles, and one from a different shelf that was more round for Sean.

“I should just surprise you, dear." Her mother winked. Drake slid properly onto the stool he had been leaning against and Taws took the one beside Sean, giving his hand a squeeze as she settled.

“I know someone's coming, so it shouldn't be too much of a surprise. I just don't know who. So - ?"

“Lazy, of course. Diane, from the clinic, and her man as they don't have relatives nearby. Your grandmother, Rhian. Aunt Sara and Devon should just about round it out, this year." With a pointed glance toward the bay window over the sink, beyond which was a blowing pall of dim white, his whiskers laid back along his muzzle. “Weather permitting, of course. They should put down in Potsdam around five AM, Thursday."

“Uncle Greg and Aunt Lisa?"

“You think?" Drake tilted his head with a sardonic chuff, “Deign come and mingle with the unwashed? Feh, maybe in summer, but not when they might have to rough it. Harding's lecturing at Wits in Johannesburg, South Africa. Enjoying whatever passes for springtime down there about now."

“It's been a long time since the whole family's been together." Faolin observed, piling a heap of linguini on Sean's plate before slavering a heavy ladle of alfredo overtop of it. “What do you drink, Sean?"

“Whatever's wet, I'm not picky, ma'am."

“Fae, dearie." She chided, waving the pasta tongs at him before filling Taws' plate. “Drake, one of the whites?"

“Coming right up, love." The older collie slipped from his stool and through a door toward what appeared to be a utility room. A moment later he returned with two blue bottles of German Riesling. Sean was passingly familiar with the rare blueness of the bottle but he could not call the flavor immediately to mind. Drake dug a corkscrew from a drawer before returning to the bar and sitting again. He set one of the bottles down and then, with a flourish, slipped the other over his forearm and presented it to Sean. “A nice, subtly dry white to compliment my wife's fine cooking, if it meets with your approval, sir." He intoned gravely though with a smile pulling the corners of his muzzle.

Quite the theatrical, and unexpectedly accepting, couple Sean mused as he gave the bottle an approving tap with one finger. “That will do just fine, Gaston. If you will." Faeolin giggled and finished serving the first course, adding steamed broccoli, before taking a seat opposite her husband. Drake deftly decanted the wine and gave Sean the first pour. It was, indeed, a fine white and surprisingly chill. Sean sampled it with a haughty air, letting it swirl about his mouth before swallowing. “Fine, indeed."

While Drake poured the rest of the glasses Faolin leaned forward and gave Sean a smile, “Now, tell me, dear. What on earth brought you to be beating up on men in Las Vegas?"

With a laugh Sean sipped his wine again before launching into a lengthy recitation of the events that brought him to Taws, moreso than brought her to him, and the adventures that followed. Occasionally the scanner nattered, the alert tone pausing the conversation for a moment. Drake explained that they comprised a part of the volunteer emergency response, but only for calls that involved livestock or wild animals.

Several hours later, sated and warmed by good food, good wine, a tumbler of exceedingly fine bourbon, and a couple quarters of Australian football on the family television, Sean and Taws retired to her room on the second floor. Lazarus' room was beside her's while their parents' room was on the opposite side of the house above the kitchen. Setting his suitcase at the foot of the laughably small bed Sean stretched and eyed it dubiously.

“Hey, it was just fine for me." Taws pointed out as she slipped out of her shirt and teasingly shimmied out of her jeans. The winter paw-boots had long ago gone to the mud room. “It'll be cozy with two."

“Very." Sean chuckled as he watched her undress, his own disrobing slowed by the distraction. “Just don't hog all the covers."

“Pah!" Taws swatted him with her jeans before tossing them over her own suitcase. “You're the one who snatches the covers, lover boy, with that naked skin of yours."

Sean chuckled and set his shirt aside, “Yes, well, you're the one with the wonderful night shirt attached to you. And pants." Setting those aside, as well, Sean sat on the edge of the bed pleasantly surprised to hear nothing. It did not immediately squeak, which Sean thought was a fine thing. Taking his toiletries from the side pocket of his suitcase he stood and ambled toward the restroom between her and Lazarus' bedrooms. “Not that I have any complaints about your nightclothes, love."

Taws snorted a soft laugh, “Especially not when you're face down in them, hmmm?"

With a huge grin and a wink Sean licked his lips, “Especially not then." He left the door to the bathroom open and emerged a short time later, toweling his head dry, wearing naught but his briefs. Taws had come in while he was showering and came out after him, not needing to shower as often as he unless they had been out exercising. Sean often had to envy how she could go a couple of weeks without needing to shower and never stink as he would after only a couple of days. Not, of course, that he was complaining.

The one thing she did need on regular basis, however, was to be groomed. They had long ago settled on that nightly ritual. She sat on the edge of the bed while he fished the brushes out of his bag before joining her, dragging the small waste basket over to the bed. With winter her coat was incredibly thick, but she shed twice as much. “I like your parents." He said, moving up onto the bed behind her to begin working the fine-toothed primary brush through her fur. “They laugh and carry on like… well, like no one I've really seen before. Damn head over heels for each other, even after so many years."

Working down her front with another brush Taws chuckled, “Oh, that they are. Fell into that when they were just sophomores in high school and it hasn't let up since."

“My parents are just as much in love, but it's so – different." Sean dumped a wad of fur into the waste basket. “Far, far less demonstrative!"

Taws frowned slightly and nodded. She had met Sean's parents once, for all of about ten surprisingly unpleasant minutes. “Your dad is plenty demonstrative." They fell silent then, the rasping hiss of the brushes becoming the only sound in the room. Beyond the windows the hiss of the snow added a haunting sibilance to the quietude.

Finishing with her back Sean moved off of the bed, dropping to his knees in front of her. The collie bitch smiled as she spread her knees for him so that he could groom her thighs. Working softly around her hips and the inward V of her lower belly Sean leaned forward, only to get bopped on the brow by her brush. “Keep your attention on your chores, horny boy." She chided when Sean's eyes dropped toward the soft white glory of her loins. Not that there was anything to see, even in summer, considering how thick her pelt was. In winter it was impossible unless he got in there to move the fur out of the way.

“What?" He complained, slipping the brush downward along her inner thigh eliciting a soft sigh of pleasure. “Can't a boy drool?"

“Not on my fur, silly." She spread her legs a little further to let him brush higher on her inner thighs, one hand resting on his shoulder. “Finish your job and maybe I'll give you a treat."

Sean looked up with a cheeky grin, “Maybe?"

Crossing her arms over the subtle curves of her smallish breasts she looked archly down her muzzle at him, “Or maybe not." Leaning forward Sean slipped his hands up her thighs and grinned up at her, then dropped his head and nuzzled into the satin warmth of her upper thighs, burying his face against the soft curve of her lower stomach. With a grunting laugh Taws leaned forward, burying his head with the dense, deep lushness of her fur and keeping him from the prize he sought to kiss. “Hey, hungry boy, finish what you started already before you start something else you'll have to finish!"

“Oh, I intend to finish both!" Sean proclaimed in a muffled voice, nuzzling deeper between her thighs but found her forward lean gave him only a face full of fur and no warm, luscious flesh. The subtle musk of her sex and fur filled his nose for a moment before he leaned back to resume brushing along her inner thighs after a pause to clear the brush of fur and dump it in the waste basket. Even that brief grooming had left a substantial collection there.

Finishing a few moments later he set the brush on the nightstand beside the bed next to the brush she had already set aside and stood between her knees. “But, well, it's been a long day so I guess I should just turn in." Leaning down he gave the tip of her cool nose a peck, then huffed softly when he felt a warm grope against the crotch of his briefs. Flattening her palm against the bulge of his manhood Taws gave his chin a playful lick.

“I'm tired too, lover mine, but not that tired." She growled, squeezing his trapped length with the pads of her palm, fingers stroking his balls through the thin cotton. “Think you can take the edge off so I can sleep better?"

“You're insatiable." Sean nuzzled between her ears, his hands sliding down her upper arms. “That's one of the countless things I love about you." Stepping out from between her knees, but prevented from further distance by cool claws catching the waist of his briefs, he moved to one side and shifted up onto the bed. “This narrow thing is going to be a challenge not to fall out of." The bed was not exactly small, being a full, but it was considerably smaller than the king they had at Sean's house, or the queen they sometimes shared at Taws' condo in the city when they did not feel like taking spending the hour driving to his house.

Taws stood and crossed to the door to shut the light off while Sean pulled the covers back and stretched out. Returning in the dark she crawled onto the bed. “Don't worry, love, I'll hang onto you." She promised, shifting over to straddle him and leaning down to stroke her long, warm canine tongue across his throat and chin. Sean let his hands settle upon her hips, admiring the view of his canine lover's pale fur in the dark. Her eyes gleamed as she looked down at him, one hand slipping downward across his chest and stomach to slip into his briefs, easily finding the warm, naked human flesh of his cock. “But I want to embrace this lovely thing."

Sean arched his hips into the gentle warmth of her encircling pads and dug his fingers into the fur of her hips. “How bad do you want it, precious, hmmm?"

Her fingers tightened and white teeth flashed in the pale silhouette of her head, “Oh, badly, love." She growled down at him, leaning forward on her knees to more easily reach beneath herself and stroke him within the confining limits of his briefs. Then, without releasing him, her weight shifted away as she turned smoothly about, her wrist lifting up to push the waist of them down. With an ease born of familiar years using her old bed Taws maneuvered herself until she was straddling Sean's head, the warmth of her furry thighs brushing her cheeks. “I want you to make me buck, love."

In the dark her rump above his face was a pale white halo, the long sweep of her tail upraised to offer a view of the almost completely fur-occluded blackness of her asshole. Beneath it he could not see the flesh of her labial diamond as it was lost in the depths of her lush white winter fur. Not that he needed to see at all, reaching up to grasp her waist and pull her back. “Give me a taste, love." She most certainly did that, letting her weight down as he drew her hips closer, nuzzling side to side to push the deep bush of her fur out of the way until his nose brushed soft, yielding, musky warm flesh. Stretching over him Taws leaned forward and settled her hips lower, pressing her lips against his nose until he cocked his head back slightly and brushed his lips across her own.

“Ahhh," the collie bitch growled at his teasingly soft kiss against her intimate heat, abruptly pushing down against his lips. Sean let the soft flesh of her nether lips deform against his kiss, nodding his head slightly to brush aside more fur before letting his tongue dart forth and flick upward along the cleft of her labia. “Oh, yes, use that tongue, stud." She put her own to use as well, drawing a long, slow, heavy lick downward along the underside of Sean's rapidly hardening length. Her cool nose pressed against his balls, snuffing at his more pungent masculine musk and letting out another, deeper growl when he flicked another lick against her. “Deeper, love. Make me buck!"

Glad that the bed did not squeak and groan under their moving weight, afraid that her parents might hear that telltale symptom of awakening, shared lust Sean pressed his tongue against her, teasing at the tapered tip of her canine diamond to taste the tantalizing wetness of her arousal. Raking his tongue upward he parted those hot folds hungrily, slipping his hungry lick across the silken wet heat within. Taws huffed against his balls, her tongue continuing to stroke him with the same leisurely teasing. “Yessss!" Her growling deepened, hips rolling up slightly as his tongue drew back to begin that upward journey into the valley of her sex once again, driving her weight down as her upraised tail curved off to one side. Above his brow the dark diamond of her anal flesh stood out in the pristine whiteness of her ass but Sean was not offended by the intimate closeness of that carnal shadow.

Not that he was extremely aware of it, however, his attention more on the warm robust body of her flavor against his tongue as her soft canine lips twitched and flexed with each lick as she gave her own licks in turn. And then her licks ceased after a single slow, teasing lift of his balls and his erection was engulfed in the damp inferno of her muzzle. His head jerked up at the pleasant embrace, his face buried firmly between her legs even as his hands grasped tightly at her waist and pulled her down eagerly. Flicking his tongue rapidly against the hooded bud of her clit he pressed his lips to the parted flesh of her and suckled hungrily. A vibrating growl raced down his captured length in return, her hips twitching and jerking against the restraint of his grasp. With a smile he nuzzled against her shuddering loins, “Buck for me, baby." He muttered against those quivering, damp lips, flicking his tongue along the hot, furless seam.

Taws growled and rolled her hips, eager to feel his blunt, muscular human tongue flicking against her sensitive bud again, her muzzle tightening along his entire length from root to tip in a way no human female had ever done in the past. With a firm stroke upward between her soft lips he splayed his fingers into her fur, jerking his own hips up at the feel of her long tongue pressing against his length, lifting her head slightly before plunging back down, grinding the underside of his cock against the curve and ridges of her upper palette. The heat of her tongue rippled along his length with noisy, wet suckling sounds, the heat of her breath gusting against his balls before the chill of her indrawn breath whistled along his captured length. Against that delightful torture Sean knew he could not last nearly as long as he might have with girlfriends of old.

Furry hips twitched and rolled, pressing more and more heavily down against his face, shoving his head deep into the pillow, her body shifting above him, the fur of her chest and belly brushing heavily against his naked flesh. Her growls became short, sharp whines as he lavished hungry strokes against and within her canine sex, the scent of her arousal suffusing his every breath. Sean's world became the cloud of her white rump pressing down upon him and the heat of her muzzle embracing him. With a huffing, whining chirp Taws' weight fell upon him and her hips jerked, pressing back and up briefly.

And suddenly she did as he had asked; her hips began to jerk and rock swiftly against his face, challenging him to keep his tongue in play as swift, hot breaths scalded and cooled his flesh. Blunt claws grasped the back of his thighs as the bitch bucked madly, suffusing his mouth with sudden gush of slick, oily warmth. The musk of her release was, as ever, so subtle it was almost flavorless against the bouquet of her flesh but Sean adored the rush of warmth. The only time it was ever strong enough to be distinct was at the height of her short cycle, though hardly sufficient to make not of, and during the duration of her long cycle.

Either way, it was never unpleasant and Sean drank it up as hungrily then as he did now. His own pleasure spiraled swiftly higher as the dog gyrated above him, her tongue caressing him as she nursed his length with noisy, lustful abandon. It took a minute or two for her hips to slow their spastic grinding, her weight pushing down upon his face so heavily that it was only the lushness of her fur padding that allowed him to breathe at all. He cared not, lost in the growing euphoria of her attention, his tongue flicking and circling, then driving firmly across her exposed clit. Within minutes her body tensed, heralding another round of face-punishing bucks. The gushing heat of her release was all the more copious, filling Sean's mouth almost before he could close his throat and swallow. What leaked from the corners of his mouth was instantly lost within her fur.

Suffused with her arousal and release Sean's mind pinwheeled rapidly beyond rational thought, he became hunger and thirst, and its only satisfaction came from the hot wetness given of his bitch. His own needy arousal twitched and jerked within the confines of that bitch's muzzle, tortured by her tongue and the slow rise and fall of her head, the weight of her upper body keeping him pinned down while she eagerly nursed his length. Under that pleasure he never lasted as long as men brag about when the girls were not around; he had no need to brag nor desire to. His girl could pop his cork with facile ease and it was that which he bragged about when the line was drawn in the proverbial penis comparisons.

With a throaty gurgle building to a muff-muffled roar Sean's hips pushed upward a few inches, his entire body going stiff, his mouth opening wide only to get filled with the entirety of Taws' diamond shaped labia. Her muzzle jerked up abruptly, one shaking paw catching his cock before it slapped to his stomach. She held him gently as his cock jerked once, twice, thrice sending hot streamers of thick seed spattering across his naked groin and lower stomach. The bitch rumbled an approving growl and waited, her nose admiring the pungent fountain of his release more than her eyes watched. After a few moments his body slumped and his hips dropped, the hands desperately grasping her hips relaxing their hold but not letting those hips rise from his face. He panted heavily into her damp fur, letting her lightly milk the last dregs of his release with practiced strokes of her fingers.

“Mmmmh, love," Taws panted with a soft growl, her own body going lax upon him, “I really did need that. Mhhh, this, too." Dipping her muzzle she slowly drew her long, broad tongue across the warm sliminess puddled upon his groin. While she came down from the euphoria of her three or four powerful climaxes she licked at the spilled release, cleansing it from his groin, cock, her own fingers as she held his slowly deflating length.

Sean gave the wet lips against his face a shaky post-orgasmic kiss and slow lick of his own. “I live to serve, my Queen." He murmured into her fur, nuzzling one inner thigh and then the other before gracing her with another kiss. After a moment she carefully raised her hips and turned about, her balance all but shot by her fading bliss, but she didn't come close to falling from either side of the narrow bed. Stretching out against him she buried her muzzle against the side of his neck. Rolling to face her Sean pulled her closer and kissed between her ears. “Get your sleep, semen breath." He joked, chuffing as she poked his chest with a fist. “No, no, I'm definitely not complaining so don't even ask."

Taws giggled and nuzzled close, relaxing as they both slipped into the peace of satiated dreams.

What Was Broken <- Beginning -> Chapter 2