July 7th, 2013


Doug and Francine laid together over fresh white sheets, only covering their feet after being kicked off during their night’s sleep.  The black comforter was wadded up on the foot of the bed and the pillows were clutched in Francine’s arms, hidden in her fluff.  They were spooning, Doug’s long, lanky, tall body fitting over Francine’s almost perfectly.  His face was buried in her thick, luscious, dark red hair and his body was wrapped up in her long bright red fluff of tail.  She laid on his bicep, her head nestled in tight as his other arm wrapped around her waist and held her tight into his chest.  


Doug started to rouse as the sun snuck through the heavy curtains in his bedroom.  He yawned, taking in a big mouthfull of hair before grimacing and spitting it out.  “Bleeeeh…”  He finally opened his eyes sleepily and frowned at her now-slobbery hair.  “Uhhhh…” He tried to lean up and see if she was awake.  Her face was still covered by her hair and buried in the pillow, but she didn’t seem awake.  He gently pulled his arm from around her and reached back behind him, pawing the bed trying to find a sheet or a pillow or something to wipe her hair off with.  


“MMmm~”  She threw her arm up stretching it and pointed her toes out stretching her legs as she started to wake.  She rolled backwards just enough to lay back onto Doug’s chest, looking upside down at him.  “Good morning, Dougie.”  She leaned up and kissed his chin as his arm wrapped around her chest, underneath her breasts lifting them up slightly.  


“Mornin’ darlin.”  He squeezed her tight and gave her ear a playful nibble.  “Have a good sleep?”  


She wiggled against him getting comfortable, wrapping her leg around his and throwing her arms up to wrap around his neck.  “I slept like a rock, studmuffin.”  She nibbled his chin gently and played with his ears.  “Thanks to you.”  She wiggled her rump against his morning wood teasingly, letting her tail slither between his legs and massage at his heavy sack and the insides of his legs.  “How’d you sleep, baby?”


“RRrrrRrrr…”  He growled deeply into her ear, almost like a purr as his hands slipped down to her sides, taking her around the hips and moving her up on top of him, her thick, warm cheeks wrapping around his shaft nicely.


She giggled and wiggled against him, teasing him with her soft rump.  “Oooooh my big sexy man feels frisky this morning!”  She put her feet on the bed and used them for leverage to gyrate her hips against his crotch, her tail tickling his exposed flesh.  


“Damn right.”  He nipped her ear roughly and tugged, making her moan quietly as he gripped her hips and lifted her up, pushing his cock between her legs and pinning her soft thighs shut around it with his legs.  


“Oooh!”  She reached back and grabbed his hips, trying to hold him still.  “Stoooooppiiiiiiit~!”  She laughed and ground her thighs around his thick red cock, her tail reaching up to flick over his face.  “Bad puppy.”  She flicked the tip of his cock playfully with her finger making him flinch and laugh a little as he ground his hips against her thighs.  


“Stop trying to make me laugh!”  He moved his hands up her sides and started tickling her ribs, giving her a giggle fit on top of him.  “See!  See!  We were just gonna fuck but now I have to tickle you!”  He laughed as she thrashed on top of him laughing wildly and smacking back at him trying to roll off. 


“Doug!  Hahahahadougiegetoffamestooooooop!”  He let her roll off of him and jumped on top of her, going right back to tickling her ribs and soft belly as she kicked a the bed and smacked the sides of his head weakly.  “You jerk!  Stoppit!  Doug!  Ahahaha!”  Doug stopped suddenly and grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head and staring down at her with his big light green eyes, her deep, dark blue eyes shining.  


“I love you, Francine Hart.”  He leant down and kisses her lips gently, and she rose to meet him.  Her small tongue probed at his black lips and he opened them for her, slipping his broad canine tongue into her mouth as their muzzles locked together, his fingers slipping in between hers and her legs wrapping around his waist.  Their moans and pleasured growls mingled in the air above them as their arousals intensified.  Her warm, moist  pussy pressed against his morning glory and she used her legs to grind herself up against him.  


“You’d better, horny pup.”  She hooked her feet on his hips and pushed her hips up until he was right on her entrance and teased his tip with her waiting lips.  


“You have school today, don’t you babe?”  He said as he tried to thrust forward, but her feetpaws clung to his hips so he only bounced her forward.  


“Maaaaaaay-be…”  She coyly said as she nibbled at his muscled chest.  


“So… shouldn’t we maybe wait till after work?”  He licked over her ear making her shiver all over and her legs buckle a little, loosening enough for his tip to pop into her tiny hole.   


She chittered loudly as his thick canine member stretched her.  “W-why?  If we do it now I’ll be better by 7 for sure… Come on, stud, I don’t wanna wait till after work…”  She pushed up and popped him back out, a slight squelch coming from her pussy as she pushed it back inside.


Doug growled hungrily and gripped her hands tightly, his legs tensing as he fought the urge to take her right now.  “But baby… After work you get all nice and sweaty and stretched…”  


“And sore and tired and sleepy…”  She rolled her eyes and nipped his chest roughly.  “Come on Dougie…”


He growled and nuzzled the top of her head, taking a deep breath through her thick hair.  “Bite down.”  

“Wha-AAAAAAAH!”  She screamed loudly into his chest as he buried himself inside her, barking at the headboard as he hit bottom in the petite girl.  The bed creaked and squeaked under them and the headboard knocked against the wall in a fast rhythm as the dog pounded mercilessly into his miniscule lover.  Hollow, breathy moans and grunts were driven from her lips with every thrust, her legs locking behind his thighs to pull him in even more.  


He was her one and only, and she loved giving herself completely to him.  She loved feeling him give everything he had, forcing himself into her undersized body.  She loved feeling him taking her, using her completely until he was completely satisfied.  She loved the after, laying in his arms and feeling his warmth inside and out.  She loved the stretched, slightly sore feeling he left her with.  It made her feel claimed, silencing whatever insecure voices she would hear throughout the day with that deep, dull throb in her lowers, reminding her that he was her’s.  


He felt her pulling at his thighs and picked up his pace.  She would spur him like a horse anytime he slowed down too much.  He looked down at her and smiled; her eyes were tightly shut and her maw hung open as she clawed at the sheets, gripping the mattress to pull herself down to meet his thrusts.  He loved being slow and tender, to take his time, to listen to every moan, whimper, gasp and squeal from her precious lips; watching her body slowly heat up, tense after long last release, and finally relax.  He liked to savor every second with her and stretch it out as long as possible.  More than anything though, he liked to give her whatever it was she wanted.  


He felt each thrust getting harder and harder to finish, his knot swelling with every move, giving her lips solid purchase to squeeze and pull him inside.  Loud, wet sucking sounds erupted from her as he ripped his hard flesh free from her tight depths.  She screamed silently as she came, her feetclaws digging into the backs of his legs and his ass as he continued to thrust into her sensitive spot over and over again.  Her toes curled and her teeth gritted as she came again, and again, and again, each orgasm making her more sensitive and riding in on the tail of the one before it.  


With a hard, powerful thrust Doug dropped all of his weight into her, finally planting himself deep inside her, tying them together and locking her spasming tunnel as he emptied himself inside her.  She shuddered, her body wracked by a final, powerful climax.  He held her paws and wrapped them around his neck, pressing his muzzle to hers and kissing her softly, tenderly, deeply as he filled her womb with hot, thick seed.  She shivered and moaned with every release, feeling the pulses from the very base of his cock to the tip and finally landing inside her.  


Her paws kneaded and massaged his shoulders as they kissed.  She pulled him tight to her, their sweaty, strained bodies grinding against each other’s as they breathed raggedly.  He wrapped his arms around her chest and rolled them both onto their sides, letting them both relax as they came down together.  


“I love you.”  She nuzzled into his cheek and gave it a small lick.  


“I love you too, Frankie.”  He smiled and nuzzled under her ear, taking in her scent again.  


“I can skip my history today… I just need to sleep for another hour or two.”   She snuggled into his chest and shut her eyes, her nose buried into his chestfur.  


He looked down at her for a moment, smiling at how gorgeous she was, then squeezed her tightly and rolled over and out of bed, onto his feet, and started walking to the bathroom with her dangling limply in his arms.  “NUH UH UH you can’t afford to be skipping any classes miss ‘4.2 GPA’”  


She looked up at him with the most pitiful, big doe eyes she could muster, her paws rubbing his chest.  “Pweeeeeeease, Dougie?  Just for me?  Just this once?”  She licked his chest lovingly, still looking up, her bright blue eyes locked with his.  He rolled his eyes and stepped in the shower before kissing her on the forehead as he turned on the water.  


“AAAAAEEEEEEE!”  Francine squealed as the icy water sprayed over them both, thrashing against his chest as he held her, shivering and gritting his own teeth while he waited for the water to warm up.  “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you’re a f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fucking ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bastard-”  Her teeth clacked together as she shivered.  


“And you love me.”  He kissed her on the nose and poured a dollop of her shampoo into his hand.  


“I don’t know why…”  She huffed and laid against his chest, holding herself up by his shoulders, her legs nowhere near touching the ground.  


“Cause I’m so awesome and loving and sexy and handsome and well-hung and I sing good?”  He lathered the shampoo in his paws and started running them through her luscious, heavy, wet hair.  


“No, it’s cause  you’re so modest.”  She stuck her tongue out at him and nuzzled into his chest as he slowly and delicately washed her hair.  “Hand me the body shampoo please.”   She licked his chest and looked up at him with a smile, trying to kiss his chin.  


“Stay still I’m trying to wash your hair.”  He handed her the shampoo and went back to carefully stroking his fingers through her hair, being sure to wash it all from scalp to ends.  She bit his chest playfully, pinching him with her buck front teeth. “H-Hey now be careful with those!”  She giggled and started washing his chest with one hand as she held onto his thighs with her feetpaws.  Being a natural climber had its advantages.  


“What are your plans for today, sugar?”  She said as she started to lather his chest and shoulders.  


“Well I need to go open up the gym and get to work on my routine.  When do you get out of class today?”  He began rinsing her hair, combing through it again to get all the suds out. 


“My last class ends at like 5 but he always lets us out early so…”  She wrapped her arms around and started to lather his back.  


“So enough time to STUDY and take a shower before WORK.”  He looked down at her with a smile as he picked up her conditioner and got to work lathering that into her hair.  


“Yeahyeahyeah…”  She washed his ribs and down his back.  “Ooooh…”  A wet schlurp sounded as his cock slipped free from her folds finally, letting a small waterfall of healthy, thick white sperm leak from her  and splash on the floor of the shower.  Finally free, she used her dexterous feet to walk down Doug’s legs, holding onto his waist for balance as she slowly regained feeling.  


“You alright, baby?”  He rubbed her shoulder as he watched her gain her balance.  


“Yeah, I’m good.”  She kissed his stomach and stepped out of the shower, grabbing her towel off the rack and drying herself off, getting good and dry before wrapping it around her hair into a turban, leaving her body uncovered as she walked back into the bedroom.  


Doug followed suit, wrapped his towel around himself and quickly dried before throwing it down and following her back into the bedroom.  “Hurry up and get dressed so I can drop you off at Hodges before class.”  


She wiggled a reserved, straight, midcalf grey skirt up around her legs to her waist, then stood up and slipped on a white tank top.  “Which hoodie are you wearing today?”  She turned and looked to see his answer, to which he just shrugged and sat on the bed, pulling his faded, second-hand jeans up without bothering with underwear.  He stood up and went to the nightstand, picking up his edc and loading his pockets down with all of his essential gear.  His Wingman multitool, a Cold Steel Lawman, a generic flashlight he’d gotten from Wal-Mart, his keys, his wallet, his cell phone and a cheap zippo lighter he’d gotten at a gas station.  The lighter was emblazoned with the rebel flag and had the name “Craig” emblazoned across it.  Finally he picked up his black Taurus 1911, already sitting in the cheap kydex IWB holster that the gunshop threw in with it.  He put it inside his waistband and ran his nylon belt through it, cinching it as tight as he could before pulling on a loose, wore-torn tshirt and the closest hooded sweatshirt to him. 


“I guess I’m wearing this one.”  He held it up before slipping it over his head and walking to the floor length mirror, checking the print of his pistol as he wore it at 1 o’clock at his appendix.


Francine huffed and took another one of his hoodies, a sleeveless blue one with some fake logo on the front.  It wasn’t clean, but it only kind of smelled like Doug, so she was alright with it.  “How does this look?”  She did a little twirl and stopped with her back to him, striking his favorite pose, the one with her arms up, holding her hair before letting it cascade down to her back, one leg bent and on tiptoes, sticking her hip out to highlight her ass and long-for-her-height legs. 


Doug smiled and his tail wagged as he watched her.  “You look like an angel.”  


She looked back across her shoulder and smiled at him before hopping over to him and leaning up on her tiptoes, barely up to his chest.  “Mmmm!”  She said with her lips pursed, calling him to bend down to kiss her.  


He smirked looking down at her and bent down ever so slightly, just enough for the slightest peck on the lips.  “Let’s go.”  He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her towards the door as he stepped towards it, but she ducked under his arm and ran to the dresser to grab her backpack.  She ran back and tackled him around the waist just as he was opening the door front door.  “unf! Hehe be careful there or you’re gonna hurt somebody.”  He laughed and put a hand on her head, stroking her hair as they headed out through the front door together.  


They walked down the apartment stairs to the parking lot arm in arm, stopping at a t-topped Iroc-Z.  The main body was blue, and the quarter panels were all different colors, red, that dark burgundy color, white, black, and primed grey.  The rear window had black electrical tape running along the seams in place of weather stripping, the front one had a crack near the bottom on the passenger side, and the t-tops didn’t match.  Francine waited at the passenger side for Doug to get in and lean over the side, opening the passenger-side door with the attached set of vice-grips.    


“When are you gonna get new door handles?”  Francine sat in the passenger side and muscled the door shut.  


“Well, I was gonna get some last week, but somebody had to have her fancy ice cream…”  He said as he started the beast surprisingly easily, and it ran smoothly. 


“It was gelato…”  She said under her breath as she put on her seat belt.  


They rode through Knoxville to campus uneventfully.  By now Doug was an expert at navigating the maze of one way streets and no left turns and knew the routes to just about everywhere that Francine needed to go by heart.  He stopped at the red light across from Hodges, at the bottom of the long hill in front of the library, near the Art and Architecture building and Hess Hall, a dormitory building full of mostly art and music students.  


“I love you baby!”  She leaned across the center console to give Doug a kiss on the cheek before wrenching the door open and kicking it out.  “I’ll call you when class is over!”  She jumped out and waved at him, heading to the crosswalk.  


“You better, sexy!”  He smiled and gave her a wink as he put his blinker on and turned off quickly, not having much of a chance to say goodbyes without getting a ticket for holding up traffic.  




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