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Friday Again –

Friday was back to work for Drake, with the added responsibility of seeing to the care of the horses rescued the previous day. Another county vet had boarded them and was seeing to their primary care but Drake was going to go by and touch base with her with what he had determined during his brief examinations on the accident scene. Lazarus wanted to catch up with a couple of old high school fun and left soon after his father. The weather had broken during the night leaving the day bright but cold, though not nearly as frigid as it had been the previous day. The temperature was expected to climb to a balmy twenty nine degrees for a high without a cloud in the sky.

After helping Drake and Lazarus in the barn long before the sun rose Sean returned to his collie warmed bed and slept in until almost ten, recovering from his hypothermia induced exhaustion with Taws considerate help. Faolin did not seem inclined to rouse them any earlier so, when they finally did wander down yawning and stretching, fully refreshed she met them with only somewhat old coffee that, to Sean, tasted little different than fresh brewed, especially with all of the additives they tended to add. Taws suggested that he avoid a large breakfast, despite the copious leftovers in the refrigerator and a cold box out on the rear deck.

That's because she had other things in mind, Sean learned a couple of hours later when she roused him from his laptop by unceremoniously pushing the screen down over the keys in the middle of his inbox clearing. “Yes?" He asked, making sure he still had all of his fingers. He had barely managed to snatch them out of the way. Taws was grinning down at him, her tail lazily sweeping back and forth behind her.

“Lunch."

Sean glanced at his watch, then back up to her brilliant, toothy canine smile. “Uhm, okay. It's only two." She led him into the kitchen, long dress swirling about her hocks, large paws naked. Faolin was at the kitchen island on a laptop of her own doing he knew not what, a look of alert concentration on her muzzle. Such an expression could only mean she was dealing with work related stuff, knowing that he had a very similar expression when doing the same. He saw not a scrap of food out to eat, however, nor any plates or anything else that might hint at a meal.

Instead Taws scooped up a large woven picnic basket from the counter beside the refrigerator. “We're going up to the sentinel, mom." She announced to Faolin, earning a snorted chuckle. “And don't want to be disturbed."

“Uh huh." Her mother answered, voice heavy with humor. “Should I tell Lazarus when he gets back?"

“Not advisable, no." Taws grasped Sean's hand, the basket over her other forearm, and pulled him out into the mud room.

“A picnic, Taws? Really?" He asked with genuine surprise, considering the outside temperature, sun or no.

“Yep. Because of the weather you haven't even begun to see much outside the house." She shrugged into a light jacket and her boots while Sean took a bit longer with his winter clothes. Drake had parted with a slightly older set of coveralls for Sean to replace his previous trashed set but he was limited to his sneakers until he could replace his boots. With coveralls and the blue coat Lazarus had put on him the previous day, one that was not his own, Sean joined his fiancé at the outer door.

“Where are we going?"

“Up, you'll see." Grasping his hand again she led him off the porch and across the driveway, toward the huge barn at a brisk pace. His feet felt the winter cold immediately and he regretted the loss of his boots but he trudged doggedly along behind her. Inside the barn was much warmer and he expected, or rather he hoped, that her picnic destination would be inside for whatever reason. She led him up a flight of stairs and into a long wooden corridor, the smell of hay overwhelming in the inky gloom. “Dad leases out the loft to store hay." She explained as she led him down the dimly lit passage, “This is a vent to keep things from getting too hot."

“Too hot?" They reached an intersection and turned down another similar passage.

“Yes. Hay gets surprisingly hot while it cures, so much so that it can spontaneously catch fire so there needs to be plenty of circulation, especially in a loft this big." They came to more stairs and climbed them, the collie moving with brisk purpose, familiar with where they were and going while Sean could only walk quickly to keep up. “But no playing in the hay, Sean. You'd only make that mistake once." She flashed a grin at him.

“Says experience?"

“Oh yes." At the top of the stairs was another short corridor that ended, unexpectedly, against a wall of solid rock into which a narrow door was set. She had to tug at it a couple of times to open it, icy air spilling in revealing only darkness beyond. What little Sean could see of the corridor beyond left him stymied and somewhat concerned. For whatever reason someone had cut a passageway through the solid shale bedrock of the ridge against which the barn was built and Taws was striding into it with scarcely a pause. The feeling of thousands of tons of rock pressed in all around Sean as he was dragged along through the damp chill of the subterranean corridor. “Lazy can say the same thing, too. Different experience, but same results. Hay is not your friend."

“And you have fur." Sean distracted himself from the oppressive discomfort of so much heavy stone pressing in around him by walking a bit faster and babbling.

Taws' shoulder bumped him in the dark and she laughed, “Not everywhere, Sean, dear. As you know quite well."

“Happy discoveries." Ahead of them a door was sketched out of the darkness by bright light seeping in around it and Taws paused briefly to nudge and then shove the grudging wooden slab with her shoulder. After the gloom of the loft and the darkness of the tunnel the sunlight spilling in was blinding and Sean raised a hand to shield his eyes. Beyond the door was a descending slope of white with maple trees marching off down the hill. White pipes were suspended between the trees; a maple farm. The deep snow was the reason she'd had trouble with the door, pushing the accumulation behind it up in a heap as they squeezed through. “Where the hell are we going?"

“You'll see." She hinted again merrily, turning and wading through the snow, heading up hill. Sean did not argue but he was certainly dubious, his feet cold and beginning to get wet as snow melted through his sneakers. Despite the snow cover there did seem to be some path between the trees and sap plumbing leading up along the back side of the ridge. Bemoaning his cold feet Sean pushed through the snow in her wake, climbing beyond the last line of maples and into a less orderly tangle of short spruce. Here, at least, the snow was much shallower. The concealed path meandered among them climbing higher still, until they emerged into a snowless circle beneath the long, hanging boughs of a monstrously huge northern pine. A few of the limbs had been propped up with rough-hewn timbers between which screen had been stretched.

The timbers held the lowest limbs up just enough to reveal a stunning view of the seaway curving beyond the ridge which stuck out into the waterway a short distance. Sean was surprised to find that it was quite warm beneath the broad limbs, which he realized was the towering tree he had seen from the ground below the first day he had been out clearing the driveway. They were up considerably higher than house and barn, perhaps two hundred feet or so. The tree's trunk in the center of the clearing beneath its limbs was huge; far too large for one man or three to easily reach all the way around, truly an old-growth relic that had survived the woodsman's axes in past centuries. A use smoothed, rough-hewn bench set before the massive pillar of ancient wood attested to the use it had been given instead of death; an overlook from centuries past either for Indians or revolutionaries or quite possibly both in their turn to observe the seaway and what traveled upon it.

“The Ogdensberg Sentinel." Taws proclaimed, holding her arms up and turning in a slow circle, snow-dampened dress belling out briefly. “They tried to talk grandad and dad into donating it to the city as a historical site but they're not buying into that. Don't want tourists trooping across the farm to graffiti the old girl with carved hearts and trash." She set the basket down on the bench and drew Sean over to the thin mesh of screen that did nothing to mar the spectacular view all the way across to Canada. “MacLellans have been coming here for almost a century to enjoy the view, all for ourselves."

“It is truly impressive." Sean affirmed with a nod, slipping an arm around Taws' waist and pulling her close. Her nose was cool as she nuzzled against his neck, resting her head on his shoulder to admire the view with him. “This is what you wanted to drag me up here to enjoy? I think I could've waited until it was a little warmer. Like, I don't know, July?" He laughed, nibbling on the tip of a soft, tall ear. It flicked against his lips.

“No." She admitted coquettishly. “I wanted to enjoy a private meal with you, away from the family." Slipping from his arm she went around the girth of the ancient tree's gnarled trunk, revealing that there was a trunk stashed behind it made of spruce with the bark still on it so that the trunk all but disappeared against the trunk of the sentinel pine. Lifting the lid with a squeak of hinges she took out a couple of age-faded blankets. She tossed them to Sean. While he was spreading them out on the soft loam of pine needles she rooted around in the basket for plates, flatware, and a bottle of wine. Sandwiches of leftover turkey and ham followed, accompanied by plastic tubs of mashed potatoes, gravy, and stuffing.

She plated some out for each of them while Sean worked the plastic cork out of the wine bottle, blinking when he realized there were no cups.

As she had intended, of course.

Seated across from each other on the blanket they looked out across the ice choked expanse of water cut by the blackness of the ship channel. “So, how many other boys have enjoyed this view with you, love?"

Taws held out a plate and met his gaze soberly, “None, Sean. This is our place, a family place. I never brought boys here when I was in high school, or the guys I brought up from the city," she paused and shrugged slowly, “I just never felt… I don't know… that they deserved here."

Setting the plate of stuffing and mashed potatoes in the hollow of his crossed legs Sean nibbled a turkey sandwich and nodded slowly, “You thought enough of them to meet the folks."

“As boyfriends." She corrected him with a smile as she ate her own sandwich, delicately nibbling of small bites despite the fact that she could bite it in half without stuffing her muzzle grotesquely. Non-humans always ate delicate, Sean had long ago observed. While they often had muzzles and mouths far more capable of taking huge bites than any human could, they seldom did at least in public. “You're more than that, and have been for a long time."

“More than a year?"

“Yes, Sean." She nodded with a warm smile, lifting the bottle to curl her tongue beneath the neck and pour a swallow down the back of her muzzle. Sean found himself staring at the curve of her tongue, both in the admiration of its artistic form, flesh against glass, and a considerably more salacious admiration. After a swallow she lowered it and licked her whiskers slowly. “Far more than the eleven months we've been together."

“Quite the eleven months." He laughed, accepting the bottle from her and taking a careful tilt of his own, wiping the back of his arm across his lips. The blue coat Lazarus had left him with had white fur on it, he found.

Taws barked a merry laugh after taking a bite from her sandwich and chasing it down with some mashed potatoes and stuffing, “Damn right. It's been an intense ride I would enjoy all over again." She paused, tilting her head, “Well, okay, maybe not the damn cat, but still. I would."

Sean chuckled with a nod, “Yeah, no cats." He saluted with the bottle and set it down. For several minutes they sat and worked their way through the picnic lunch, companionably silent as they watched a huge container ship slowly creep up the seaway from the great lakes. Watching Sean over the rim of her plate Taws playfully licked it clean with long, languid strokes of her tongue, eyes gleaming in the sunlight that managed to find its way through the densely intertwined, snow covered limbs of the sentinel. Sean could only stare agog, heat rushing up his neck and suffusing his face, causing him to completely forget the few morsels left on his plate. Taws flipped her plate to one side carelessly and grinned at his growing blush. Leaning forward across the blankets she swept the bowls and other oddments aside with a long sweep of her arm.

“Dogs, however…" She growled as she leaned across to touch the cold black of her nose to his, ears erect and whiskers twitching forward. Reaching down she drew the plate from his hands and flipped it aside scattering the last bits of dressing among the needles carpeting the sentinel's natural gazebo. Sean blinked and smiled at her forwardness, reaching out to catch her and draw her closer, sliding his face along the side of her muzzle to bury it in the thick ruff of her cheek.

“Just one." He huffed, the heat from his face racing down through his neck, filling his chest, tightening his stomach and setting a wonderful fire alight in his loins. “You."

“Good." Taws growled in his ear, worrying the lobe between thick, long canine fangs gently. “Very good." Her words trailed off with a deeper, intense animal growl, breath warm as it vibrated against his ear. Only then did Sean fully realize what she meant when she told Faolin she did not want to be disturbed in the seclusion of the sentinel. The older collie would have caught what Sean's human nose was missing entirely.

Taws was in her short cycle; that day or two where her appetites, once kindled, were nigh insatiable. Unlike her long cycle, that once a year biologic imperative that required modern medicine to curb and mask, she could stave off the cravings of her short cycle if she wanted or needed to.

But she did not need to, and most certainly did not want to. “I've got dessert for you, love." Before Sean could riposte she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward, leaning back onto her hocks and shifting her knees back even as she tumbled him down forward onto the blankets. He only laughed and rolled onto his back, the collie's damp dress slipping across his face as she hastily scrambled over him. Catching the thin material Sean pulled and bunched, lifting it over his head and letting it spill onto his chest, the view of pine boughs above occluded by the pale furry shadows of her inner thighs. Tented under her dress he still had no problems seeing the prize she was all too eager to give him, already glistening with the dampness of her need.

Also trapped under the fabric of her dress was the heady scent of her arousal, far different than any human woman. Almost masculine in it's rich, round spiciness, at least to Sean's limited experience knowing only his own scent. He found her's far more alluring and grasped her soft furred hips to pull, but no guidance was needed, the collie dropping down upon his face and shifting about to get her soft canine diamond aligned with his questing mouth and probing tongue. He cared not that the furless black diamond of her ass was before his eyes, his nose buried in the fur between that and the labia urgently grinding itself against his open mouth, the scent of her filling his every breath and bringing him to full erection almost instantly.

Above him she growled and hissed, yelping short yelps of pleasure as his tongue delved into the wet hollow of her labial seam, flicking around the prominent bud of her clit, lips pressed tight to suckle noisily upon her heated flesh. Her tail flagged up, spilling still more of her scent into the confined tent created by her dress, filling his lungs with a mélange of rich odors even his undiscerning nose could not miss. Slick warmth washed across his questing tongue, a subtle flavor as rich as her scent without the sharp, yeasty overtones he had known before having himself face down in such a wonderful crotch. “Oh, Sean, yes." She moaned noisily as her hips rolled and twitched, bucking against his face in short jerks whenever his tongue found the most sensitive spots in the delicious folds of her sex. He could feel the powerful muscular clenching of her sex, rewarded with a fresh trickle of warmth each time. “Yes, baby, please… please, make me… ohhhh!" Her voice rose in a coughing series of growls to a short, strained yowl as her entire body went rigid above him and her weight crashed down upon his head. He tipped his head back a moment before she crashed down, opening his mouth and letting the entire soft shape of her canine diamond press into his mouth, her anal flesh pressing heavily against his brow. A short, swift series of twitches sent a gush of slick warmth pouring into his mouth and he quickly closed his upper throat lest he choke on the torrent. It did not fill his mouth, but it was far more than the slight trickles that preceded it.

Huffing and growling she pushed downward, clenching and shuddering, and then lifted slightly, one hand reaching back to rest upon his head as if she might pull him into her body. With her soft flesh in his open maw Sean pressed is tongue deep into its folds, circling her quivering, unhooded clit and probing the clenching ring of her entry. For several seconds she rested there, panting breathlessly, holding his head and rocking slowly, the swift clenching of her vaginal muscles slowly fading. Feeling the muscles of her hips relaxing Sean pushed upward, shifting her weight forward until he could prop himself up on his elbows. He drew his head away from the nest of her loins and rump, reaching to grasp her hips again and push her up further. Awkwardly she leaned forward, thigh muscles aquiver, until he coaxed her to stand.

Drawing himself up Sean rolled and turned to get onto his knees, her dress falling from his head as he urged her to turn around. Sitting back on his heels he smiled up at her stupefied downward look. “More." He huffed, licking his damp lips and pulling her toward him until she was standing astride his knees. Slipping his hands down he drew her dress up to once again cast it over his head, descending anew into the shadowy realm of her softly furred groin. Nuzzling against the curve of her mons he worked downward, both of her hands dropping to his head, guiding him this way or that as his lips caressed the tip of her damp, heated labial diamond. His tongue flicked against that narrow tip, tracing the cleft that lead rearward along its widening depth. Dropping his hands to the snow-damp fur of her hocks he slid them upward, balancing her unsteady splay against the pressure of his face in the deep nest of her groin while he suckled greedily on the tip of her flesh. Splaying his fingers he combed them into the warm, dry fur of her upper thighs and then rump, pulling sharply to slam her against his hungry mouth.

Once more his tongue delved into her labial heat, flicking across her clit and drawing back toward the tip within his open mouth, carrying with it the rich earthy taste of her arousal as he inhaled its companion musk. Blunt claws dug against his scalp through the material of her dress and his own hair, urging him closer, further down between her splayed thighs. Shuffling forward half a step she all but mounted his face, forcing his head back, his jaw unslung to let her fill his mouth again. “Damn I love how good you are at that, love." She panted softly, stroking his head beneath her skirt while he toyed with the shapely curves of her rump through the soft pillow of her fur. She rose more slowly the second time, the rocking of her hips languid at first, but growing more swift as his hungry lapping coaxed her swiftly toward another shuddering, howling release. Much of her orgasmic rush could not be caught at such an awkward angle, however, spilling from his tongue and down his chin but he cared not a whit. There was always plenty more to drink later, with each playful, hungry delve into the cream hued cloud of fur betwixt her powerful thighs.

He coaxed her slowly to a second and more slowly still to a third powerful, shuddering climax before she shifted one hand to his brow and pushed him back from her almost painfully sensitive loins. She raked her dress from over him as she pushed him back bit by bit, stepping over his face until he was leaning back at an acute angle, eventually forcing him to fall onto his back again. She fell as he went down, her knees bracketing his head, dress spilling in a heap in the hollow of his throat. Shifting back she leaned down until she could draw the warm length of her tongue across his lips, tasting herself in his kiss. “I want you, human." She rumbled, his hands delving into the fur of her neck and the back of her head, drawing her into his kiss, their tongues dancing about between their lips. “Now, Sean. I need you!" That dangerous growl made Sean grin like a dope, his hands slipping from her head to reach down and grasp her soft rump through the fabric of her dress. “Sean, don't make me wait." She complained.

Obediently he fished about under the dress spilled across his belly, unzipping his borrowed jacket and shuffling back the front of his coveralls until he could get at his belt and fly. Much as she did, Sean went commando for the most part since meeting her so, once his fly was drawn down, his needy erection sprang free instantly. It twitched up to tap against the slick wet flesh of her labia, making the collie bitch's eyelids flutter and her ears rotate flat back upon her head. “Mhhh, love, that's what I want." Slipping a thumb about the base of his cock he drew it upright, dragging his blunt, pre-slickened tip solidly across her folds, pressing them flat and sliding along the hot slickness of her seam. Her weight shifted forward slightly, the plume of her tail rising up behind her and falling to one side though there was no reason for her to get it out of the way.

“It's always yours, bitch." Sean rumbled a poor human approximation of her powerful rumble, settling his length against her folds. Her back dipped, rocking back as her midriff thrust forward, her shoulders arching back, setting up the perfect angle. Holding his dick steady he let her set the pace and she wasted not a moment, her weight shifting toward the thick girth slipping along the cleft of her canine Y, dragging over her clit and nestling against the tight clench of her entry. For a few heartbeats she merely rested there, shifting back and then forward in miniscule rocks before letting a little more of her weight settle back, and then downward.

His broad human glans flattened against her tight, slick entry, the blood rushing from his tip as more and more of her weight pressed back but the fluttering tightness of her vaginal ring did not relax. The slick warmth of her wetness mixed with his own pre to leak down his length, warm against the back of his thumb despite the sub-freezing temperature beyond their pine-defined bower. “Your bitch." She sighed softly, smiling as she dipped her muzzle to gaze down at him, letting her hips rock forward, easing the pressure upon his glans, and then settling back, the increasing pressure making her eyelids flutter.

Slipping into her was always a near-surprise, for her canine entry was not by nature designed to take something as thick as an aroused human. Canines, she had told him and he knew from his limited experience with Oda, were quite thin when they slid into their mates. They only thickened afterward which Sean also knew.

So his girth was a strain; not in any painful stretching sort of way, but instead simply getting her outer muscles to relax enough to allow him in. So, bit by bit, she continued to increase those slow moments of pressure until erection defeated natural reflexive tightness and a good third of his erection slid smoothly into the searing heat of her body.

“ Ohh_hh_!" She yelped delightfully as he sank into her, both hands dropping to his chest and digging blunt claws against his shirt, dimpling the flesh beneath, “God!" Her hips jerked up slightly in reflex to the intrusion, her inner muscles clamping down spastically. Rolling her hips back and up to maintain that initial angle she eased her weight down, letting his solid, unyielding girth slide slick and smooth past the resistance of her muscles. Sean's head dropped back and his free hand seized at fabric and fur as the slow downward slip blew cogent thought right out of his head. Only that powerful tightness kept him from blowing his load within seconds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck oh damn." She groaned in a downward scale of timbre until she was all but growling like a wild beast. Inch by torturous inch she let her hips settle back, rolling forward as he sank deeper and the initial angle was no longer necessary. It seemed like half an hour but it was more like a minute before the soft fur of her thighs came to rest against the front of Sean's hips. “Fuck I love that. You." Leaning down, the muscles of her entire vaginal passage flexing and fluttering, she pressed a heated kiss to his lips. “Your god damn dick."

Shifting both hands to her hips Sean held her down so that he could marshal a few of his wildly scattered thoughts. “MMph, love." He rasped breathlessly, looking up into those golden eyes and suckling the tongue that slipped across his lips. “That all I am, then? Life support for a dick?"

“Yes. No. Fuck, don't make me think." She gasped, lifting her hips a few inches despite the spasmodic grasp of his hands. “You're the whole package, you silly furless ape." She dropped down upon him swiftly, making Sean's eyes spring wide and his head jerk back to thuff against the blanket covered loam. Slowly she lifted up again, her tongue lolling. “Don't make me think, just… make me howl, you lovely thick hard fucking dick." Again she thumped down swiftly drawing a wheezing grunt from Sean's lungs. Her hips rose slowly, half of his length or more, and dropped with a solid shove and a muffled, wet hiss of slick flesh against flesh. Up and down, hips rocking back and then forward completely out of rhythm with her rise and fall, changing the angle of each thrust, yelping when it hit just so and clenching so powerfully his rising climax was crushed in its conception. After a minute she dropped down and froze, shoving her weight back, claws digging into the fabric of his shirt and her head thrown back. He felt the swift flutter of her muscles racing downward along his length and the tourniquet clench of her vaginal ring about his base. A warm wetness slowly seeped across his naked groin, leaking around to either side and joining the trickles already tracing paths to either side of his balls.

It took her several long breaths to recover and move once again, quickly lifting her hips almost completely from his length before slamming back down, the slick damp sound of his return to her tightness louder. Up once more and then down, Sean's hips jerking up to meet her and falling as her weight crashed down before it lurched up again. Her head rose and fell, eyes open and looking everywhere but nowhere; inward, to the sensation of his solid girth plumbing her feminine depths. Despite the tight constriction of that searing, slick embrace Sean could feel his own pleasure rapidly building. Already whetted by the earlier savoring of her canine delicacy it had never been far from realization, held in abeyance only by sheer muscular pressure. But as she moved, faster and faster, rising and falling, shifting and rolling, that pressure became incrementally less and less, the slickness ever more profound.

When again she drove down onto him and threw her head back he was too far gone to be quenched by the sudden intense fluttering tightness. In the midst of her orgasm he reached his own, his cock jerking powerfully to send the rush of his own heat into that which embraced him. Feeling that intense joining of one heat to another Taws grabbed his shoulders almost painfully tight and let loose a bellowing howl that was hardly muffled by the boughs and snow that surrounded them. Again and again his cock pulsed thick and jerked, softening ever so slightly as his heat poured into her, his girth filling her so completely that there was no place for it to go but deeper, past the narrow opening of her cervix and into the depths of her womb where his seed would find no fertile ground.

It took seconds for his climax to peak and ebb, but minutes for them to slowly scale down the dizzying heights of euphoria and find their sanity once again. Taws collapsed forward over him, panting as swiftly as he, her elbows resting to either side of his head as her hands joined atop it. Bowing her muzzle she nuzzled into the side of his neck. “Oh but I wanted that."

“As much as I wanted you to have it?" Sean joked softly, nuzzling the ruff of her cheek and ear, his hands stroking her back beneath the material of her winter jacket.

“More." In the windless bower the scent of their passion was a palpable thing, even to Sean's nose, and he savored it with stupid dopamine pleasure.

They lay entwined, she atop him, for several long minutes before his flaccid flesh slipped from her with a noisy wet slurp that made them both giggle like teenagers. That was hardly new or novel but, in their current state of mind, it was utterly hilarious. Moving on hands and knees Taws crawled across the blanket to recover the tumbled wine bottle. Luckily one of them had corked it before their fun. She coaxed the cork loose and took a swallow before giving it to Sean and then sprawled out on her stomach, dropping her head in his lap while he propped himself up on one elbow to take a swig of his own. The dry red banished the lingering taste of her pleasure from his mouth and he frowned. That expression lasted all of half a second before it was replaced with a smile elicited by the slow, warm caress of her tongue along his flaccid human length.

“Hungry?" He joked with a wink, watching the long pale length of her tongue curl against his softened flesh, rolling it to one side with a languid lick. Her teeth flashed with a predatory grin and one golden eye gleamed mischievously.

“Stupid question, dear." She rumbled softly enough to be purring before cupping her tongue beneath his length and lifting it as the regal length of her wide canine muzzle dipped. Long canine teeth gleamed past the lips of her open muzzle, his cock sliding out of sight between them as Sean let out a huffing grumble. She could do things that no woman Sean had ever known could do, or honestly would do, and she did all of them – those humans could do and those they could not – with superlative skill. One of them, of course, being the use of her strong canine muzzle. She could easily take him entire without coming close to bottoming out, and what her tongue did was beyond compare. Sure, human tongues were considerably stronger especially at the tip which ones one of the things Taws really enjoyed, but the sheer length of it pressing upward along his shaft was positively rapturous. Slowly drawing her head up, the subtly coarse surface of her tongue rasping along the underside of his cock she let him ease from her maw, holding the limp length of spent flesh upright with one hand. “I've barely begun."

Corking the wine bottle and setting it aside Sean stroked his fingers back between her tall triangular ears, combing them into the thick, deep ruff of her nape, and tugged playfully, “Well, if you've barely begun, why're you stopping?" Taws growled a laugh and nuzzled his poor, tired cock softly, then drove her nose lower, her tongue slipping out to drag hot and wet into the hollow along one side of his balls, lazily lapping up the drying wetness of their shared fluids. Sean's fingers fisted into the deep fur of her nape as she stroked his balls, first one side and then the other, lifting and shifting them with the heat of her tongue. She never actually took them into her muzzle, the length of her canine teeth made that both awkward and somewhat uncomfortable.

“Can't talk," She murmured softly between licks, shifting a little to straighten her jacket before stretching out once more, upraised tail swaying slowly, “with my muzzle full." And full it was, though not abruptly. She enjoyed watching his reaction whenever she wrapped her muzzle around him, and enjoyed even more the feel of his soft length growing within that toothy, hot embrace. That it did, though not swiftly, leisurely coaxed back from its recent exertions under the gentle ministrations of Taws' deep canine muzzle. Sean watched and admired, alternately grasping and stroking her satin fur, until she drew her head up entirely.

Looking up at his face with hungry eyes she shifted away slightly, “Cold?" she queried playfully as she left his erection twitching naked in the frigid air. Rolling into her back she beckoned him with a come hither hook of one finger. It was indeed quite unpleasantly cold on his damp erection, but not so much that it began to flag.

“Insatiable bitch." Arching his back Sean kicked awkwardly out of the heavy overalls and tossed them carelessly aside. Rolling upright he crawled over her on hands and knees and moved toward her. “That's what I love about you." He had kept his pants pulled mostly up, so his naked ass was not left exposed to the same biting chill. Taws' hands shifted to his shoulders and urged him upward further, planting a hungry kiss upon his lips as he moved between her spread thighs.

“I know what you love, stud." A hand reached down and found his cock with a delicate brush of warm pads, bringing down against her slick labial softness and pressing it between pouting folds. Sean also reached down but merely to ruck the back of her dress up so it did not get caught under his knees, eyes lidding at the juxtaposition of frigid cold and searing heat. The fat bluntness of his tip settled against the hollow of her entry and he shifted forward to set up the proper angle, slipping into her far more easily than he had earlier. Their previous lovemaking had relaxed those muscles just enough to let his girth slide into that tight embrace smoothly. Strong hands shifted to his rump and pulled eagerly even as her hips rose, driving his full length into her with a single firm thrust. The collie's lips rippled up over her teeth in a feral snarl, her ears and whiskers flattening back as she growled out a euphoric snarl.

“You." Sean hissed, dipping his hips down and back, slipping a bit of his length out only to have her haul at his ass again and buck up eagerly. Human lips met canine in a heated exchange of tongues, man and bitch moving in urgent rhythm. Despite the cold teasing his balls Sean felt the same eager heat of their lovemaking as the bitch beneath him in the throes of her short cycle. Not that she was dispassionate when off-cycle, but in that brief period every four to six weeks she was a primal force of pure desire that often left Sean quite spent. In the past year his stamina had improved markedly, attested by the fact that he was able to rise to her needs a second time within such a short span. He did not even ache so much afterward any more.

For a time they fell silent but for the panting and whining, the growls and grunts accentuated by the quiet noise of wetness and flesh against flesh. Their kisses alternated between tender and intense, the human passionate in those exchanges even when long canine teeth brushed his lips or nipped his ears. Her legs came up to lock muscular hocks behind his hips, urging power out of each thrust, teasing her when he slowed to ease in slowly, making her writhe with pleasure and need. Hands grasped at his upper back, hissing where claws raked across the wind blocking material of the jacket he still wore. Their bodies moved in unison, faster and faster, until Sean felt the steady, rhythmic tightening of the embrace upon him. His balls tightened up in sympathetic synchronicity and his girth thickened with the increased solidity of his fast growing peak.

Suddenly she was bucking beneath him wildly, one hand grasping the back of his neck and the other digging at his upper back. Her head fell to the blanket, jaw agape, gasping and whining deep, guttural sounds. Her depths clenched and clenched, grasping at his erection until he could no longer withstand the torture of her pleasure. “Oh - !" He gasped, a snarling “Yessss!" answering him from the furry beauty beneath him.

He climaxed a breath into her orgasm, sending a lesser flood of his seed deep into her already sown womb, his breath stolen away for several moments until they both went abruptly limp. He collapsed upon her, only slightly conscious of the twinge from the stitched flesh of his lower leg. They lay there, panting, for a few minutes as his erection slowly faded and slipped free. Rolling to the side he collapsed onto his back, trying to gather his scattered wits. Taws was in no better mental shape, her head turned toward him so that her long, supremely skilled tongue lolled comically to one side.

“You are delightful, love." Sean rolled onto his side, blinking when he felt warm pads and fur embrace his spent cock. He chuckled at her insatiable appetite. After two very energetic bouts of use it was not ready to give up on her needs. Already it was beginning to stir back to life under nothing more than the gentle grasp of those fingers. Her free hand riffled under her own jacket, rooting about until it found what she wanted and drew it back out.

A bottle of lube.

A warm, rumbling laugh escaped Sean's breast at the sight. Rolling onto his side he took it from her hand and flipped the top open. Her hand drew away and he replaced it with his own, applying the slick lubricant to his awakening erection liberally as she shifted onto her stomach, tail pluming up into the air above her shapely orange and cream hued rump. He was beyond thankful that she had kept it in a pocket of her shirt rather than jacket or picnic basket; it was not cold. He doubted he would've been able to keep his erection otherwise, even with that shapely ass awaiting his gentle touch.

“Show me how delightful." She rumbled softly, still panting a little, her head turned to one side on her folded arms to regard him.

Rocking up to sit on his heels, ignoring the protesting twinge along his lower leg, Sean settled at her hip. Using his thumb he wicked some of the warm slickness from his growing erection and, brushing the copious fur beneath her tail aside with the back of his hand, drew a slow touch across her naked black anal 'T'. Her eyes half-closed and her tail hitched up further, laying toward her opposite hip to expose her most intimate areas to his touch. The view of that dark triangle beneath her upraised tail only served to quicken the readiness of his own re-awakening arousal and he gathered up more with his thumb to rub slow circles around that heated gate.

Sliding his thumb down to the lowest point of her T he pressed gently and slid upward, her muscles naturally relaxing at that caress. Slick with lube his thumb barely dimpled her flesh before sliding into her, making her tail twitch and shudder as her rump hitched up slightly, hips rolling and knees digging into the blanket. In and out he slowly worked his thumb, all the way to its root, working the lube into her even as his erection throbbed with needy eagerness. Eyes closed, ears pinned back, Taws writhed in slow motion under the ministrations of his gentle thumb.

With is hand still against her rump and his thumb nestled fully under her tail Sean shifted forward to straddle her upper thighs. He directed his cock downward as he eased his thumb back, maintaining the easy pressure against the lower curve of her anal rim, until his tip rested against her. The warm flutter and twitch of her entry kissed him in a manner far different than that of her vaginal entry; softer and more yielding yet no less eager to feel the warm stretching of his girth. Letting his thumb slip free he leaned forward slightly to press his cock down, her entry dimpling slightly as it tried to reflexively clench. But the combination of desire and lube was far stronger and, against that fluttering resistance he slid easily into her.

“Ahh! Sean!" She growled, rocking her hips up while he leaned forward over her, holding himself quite still with only the first few inches of his erection beneath her upraised, side-flung tail. “Yes, Sean, please. Gentle me." A sudden explosion of sound startled them both, making Sean jerk and plunge as Taws' head snapped up in surprise, her embrace clenching down powerfully. Only the sudden forward shift of his weight kept her from squeezing him right out. The deafening blare of a ship's horn echoed across the seaway and they both stared, their intimacy both momentarily forgotten and suddenly at the forefront of their awareness.

Had some crewman on the container vessel, on a height equal to their own, spied them from the bridge?

Without field glasses it was impossible to tell, but Sean suspected they had not. Under the long boughs of the tree and behind the screen they were in deep shadow. Likely they were trying to signal someone else, or some other boat. For whatever the reason it was a dash of cold water on their lovemaking, so much so that Sean felt his erection withering a little despite the intense heat of the smooth, satin passage rippling and clenching tight about him.

“Asshole." Taws groaned irritably and flipped an obscene finger toward the ship. Somewhere out of sight down the seaway another horn blasted its howl along the river. Sean chuffed, then chuckled, and then laughed, leaning down to bury his face in the fur of Taws' nape.

“I bet that made sleeping a chore sometime." Shifting his hips back he drew out an inch or so and then eased his weight down, distracting Taws' thoughts away from the ship with the smooth slickness of his arousal easing into her ass.

“Mmmh, love, yes." She nodded, rolling her hips upward toward him, taking a few more inches until he paused and eased back again. “It did, but who cares." One hand reached back to tug at his hip through the loose material of his pants. “I want you. All of you, love."

And all of him she got, Sean easing himself in slow thrust by slow thrust until his hips rested snugly against her rump, the curve of her tail resting against his waist. Rather than continuing those thrusts with the same passion he had shown her sex previously he merely settled himself into her fully and rested his weight against her rump. “You are perfection." He said softly into one of her ears, softly lipping at its edge.

“You are too." Like a cat she stretched beneath him, the depths of her ass rippling and clenching slowly, caressing his erection with pulsing waves of heat. “I'm just me."

“And, as Goldilocks said, is 'just right'. Perfect." Nuzzling below her ear and against the side of her neck Sean inhaled the particular subtle musk that was Taws. Without the scents of perfumed shampoo or fur conditioners her scent was unmasked and attractive in a way he had come to savor. “Thanks, love."

Turning her head slightly she looked back at him with one eye. “For?"

“Letting me know what I never knew, what was so much better than what I had." He pulled back slightly, paused, and then settled again, no more than a couple of inches that made them both blink and shudder. “It's a package deal I wish I'd unboxed years ago."

Her warmth grasped and pressed, slick flesh rippling back along his length. “Not all dogs are the same, you know that."

Sean chuffed an acquiescing breath and nodded, “Nor humans. I thought I'd found the perfect one."

Slowly Taws shifted, turning toward her side. Understanding the motion Sean moved as well, one hand slipping down to cup her belly and hold her close as they both rolled until they were resting on their sides, spooned close. It stole away much of Sean's ability to slowly thrust against her but that was not the point. This act was more about love than their proper mating had been, it was something they shared with each other because it was something different, special, and especially gentle that he could do for her. “I just wish I could be like her. Human, for you."

Sean raised an eyebrow, resting his face against the fur at the side of her neck. “It's being a dog that makes you you, love. Were you horse, elephant, or sheep it still would've been you that I fell in love with." He paused to consider then grinned. “Though I would've had reservations about an elephant." Taws chuckled self-consciously, her body twitching in time along his snuggly buried length.

“But," She paused to consider as she looked out across the seaway where the two ships were carefully passing each other. The unfrozen expanse of the ship channel was insufficient to allow both of them to use it simultaneously so they were smashing it wider. Luckily this early in the season, despite the weather, the ice was hardly thick enough to support a human much less those behemoths of modern commerce. “But we can have no children."

Stroking her belly through the material of her jacket Sean nodded into the fur of her neck, “No, but we will, somehow." Pressing his hand against her he leaned his weight forward, pressing himself ever so slightly deeper, flexing the muscles of his groin to make his cock jerk and twitch within her embrace. “After that row with my father I've put a lot of thought into that. I think I've figured it out. I just didn't know how, or when, to tell you."

She turned her head slightly to look back at him with one eye, body clenching against him and making him hiss at the pleasure that washed slowly through his loins and warmed his blood. Despite the late November's bitterly cold weather it was almost comfortable to be half-dressed in the bower with her, with his cock buried under her lovely tail. “Tell me."

And so he did, nestled against her back and buried under her tail, alternately hard and then semi hard, and then hard again as she listened and nodded, clenching and relaxing slowly along their mixed-species 'tie'. It took him a little while to lay it all out, but he managed to make what he had thought about understandable to her. He had not been sure if she would be accepting and was surprised when she only smiled and nodded.

“I like it." She said softly once he had finished.

“You know, I asked your dad if I could have your hand in marriage that first morning we were here."

“What did he say?"

“No."

She peered at him with one eye, her hand sliding under his pants to stroke the flesh of his hip slowly, almost unaware of her caress. “Damn."

“But I talked him around, I told him the same thing. He's agreeable to it now."

“Good." She nodded, slowly and purposely ratcheting down the tightness of her embrace, the muscular peristaltic waves of her inner walls making his breath hitch and his body go tense. “Because I was still going to, even if he'd been like your dad." Sean nodded and smiled; his bitch was his bitch, just as much as he was her human. Everything life threw before them were no more obstacles than mosquitos before a car at highway speed. Further conversation was sort of lost, however, because what Taws was doing with her body was utterly scattering Sean's thoughts.

Ending The Week –

Faolin said nothing when they got back later that afternoon, but both Devon and Sabine gave them rather interesting looks. Luckily much of the lingering scent of their lovemaking had faded by the time Lazarus got home later Friday night that they did not have to field any comments from that particular peanut gallery. He told them that he had chatted with one of the local deputies while he was visiting friends, learning that the deceased driver of the car, a pyraneese dog, was a known courier for some large narcotics operation or other. Judging by the two bales of hundred dollar bills that had been in the car, he was a well trusted one by the organization. One of the bales had survived intact, totaling somewhere in the region of five hundred thousand dollars that would, unless some fool stepped forward to attempt claiming it, end up in the local emergency services slush fund. The other bail had burst on impact but they were able to recover four hundred or so thousand. None of it appeared to be counterfeit either. Sean mentioned the bag he had dropped by the creek and Lazarus merely shrugged.

The cops wouldn't much care about one missing evidence bag in the face of what they had recovered.

Saturday, once Drake got back from his morning rounds, was a pleasant family day. They sat around the living room, bereft of the huge table that had filled it for Thanksgiving, swapping tall tales and getting a little tipsy on the MacLellan's well stocked selection of wines. Devon and Lazarus had some true whoppers that were all but impossible to take at face value but swore were one hundred percent accurate. Sean was goaded into recounting his adventures in Las Vegas which, themselves, sounded like impossible tall tales when he recounted them. He did not delve too deeply into his altercation with the cougar beyond a vicious battle that saw him liberate the cat's firearm and neuter him with it, which made Devon laugh and swear he would work into his next action flick. Even the retelling of his fight in the elevator with that thug, and Oda as back-up, seemed like something that happened to a far more adventurous person.

After a discussion Sean decided to call the airline and cancel their return flight, they would drive back with Lazarus. They returned the rental to the airport and all crowded into Lazarus' truck for the drive across the state, back to the big city and life.

Luckily the weather decided to slip back to something more or less normal for early winter. The roads were clear and the drive pleasant, now that Sean and Lazarus had put their acrimony aside. Sean told him that he would be flying Oda out and putting him up in Taws' condo for the duration of his doctor prescribed recovery. That pleased the collie, who was uncomfortable with his poor behavior toward his friend since the photographs. He promised to make peace at whatever cost the wolf might ask.

Which he feared could be awkwardly steep.

The sun was just edging to the horizon by the time they picked up Taws' car at the airport and left Lazarus to return to his apartment, and back to whatever duties he had. He would not tell them if he was undercover or not, but did promise to visit more often. Once they had returned home Sean sat down at his computer while Taws went to unpack what had survived their vacation. He had lost a pair of socks, boots, pants, winter jacket, and winter leggings but it was an easily made donation to saving a life so he was satisfied. He still had the blue jacket Lazarus had stuffed him into after the creek but neither Sean nor Taws had any idea where he had found it.

Sean sat there looking at the airline listing and suddenly realized he had no clue exactly where Oda had been assigned.

So he called. If that Asian doctor had been true to his word the wolf would still be in the hospital, and he was.

“Hey, human." Oda rumbled after the second ring, sounding much better than he had a few days before.

“Hey, wolf. How's things?"

“Things are splendid, my friend, splendid. Good food, good nurses keeping me on my toes, and this bloody ache in my pits because of these crutches."

“Of course. Not that your head would ache, even after getting thwopped. It's all rock anyway." Sean joked, smiling in relief at the wolf's pleasant cheer. “Where the hell are you, by the way? You've never said."

“Ah, yes. In the hospital, unless you've forgotten?"

“Duh, snowballs. I mean, what city? Is there an airport there?"

“Nogales, and yeah, there's this supposed 'international' airport here, such as it is." Sean typed the information in and found that it was not served by any major airline, but he was able to book a short leg to Toucson and, from there, a non-stop to Laguardia. He chatted a little with the wolf as he worked, but said nothing about his fight with Lazarus. “Still haven't gotten a call back from our favorite spotty collie."

“Hmm. Well, he'll be the one picking you up. Can you get to the airport?"

“I'm sure I could, yeah. Doctor Treng told me why he was not releasing me yet, that you were going to get me on a plane. Why, Sean?"

Sean finalized the reservation with a click. It was a bit steep, being on short notice and all but non-stop save for the short hop, but it was far less than he was ready to pay. “Because you need to get out of there, wolf. And I owe you."

The wolf rumbled something like a soft, exasperated growl, “You owe me nothing, my friend."

“Bullshit, wolf, even if you think so. I owe you Taws, my sanity. What you did for me has gotten you demoted, shot, and scared for your own life." He argued gently, earnestly. “I'm probably a hell of a lot more scared for you than you are for yourself. You're mister big bad, but enough Chihuahuas can still take down a wolf."

“And I would do it again, for you or Taws. Or Lazy, if it came to that. Even knowing the outcome."

Sean chuckled disarmingly, “Oh, I'm quite sure you'd do for that dog a lot more than just that." Oda barked an agreeing laugh through the phone. “You're on the elven ten AM out of Nogales Int, flight 8329 to Tucson, then 1993 to Laguardia where I'll see if Lazy can swing by for you. If he can't I'll send a car. You have somewhere to store my bike for a few months?"

“Yeah, no problems with any of that. I trust one of the 'yotes here to get my stuff out of the barracks, not that I've got shit there. Bison who works on the state vehicles will hold the stuff, and your bike, until I get back." Oda fell silent for a few moments and Sean sent the info to his e-mail address, the unofficial one that the wolf had given him during his second Vegas trip. “And, Sean? Thanks, I'll make it up to you."

“Nothing to make up, wolf. I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"

“Tomorrow, my friend."

“Fly safe." Oda ended the call and Sean leaned back in his chair. The ticket was yet another happily spent dip into his savings that had been made over the past months he had known Taws. But it, all of the expenses, had been and were worth all that he had gained in that time. His savings had not grown since Ashley left, but they had not diminished by a large margin, even after purchasing a new car. Hopefully, once everything settled down to some sort of routine close to 'normal' his account would recover. Or it wouldn't, he did not care.

He had Taws, and that was worth every penny and hardship.

Turning his chair he stood up and wandered toward the bedroom he shared with that collie, noting the small bits of fur accumulating in the corners here and there with a smile. Such was life with a dog.

- Fin –

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