Canine Duty
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Description: ** *Everything seems to work against Mike. Life at the police academy is not what he expected. When a series of unfortunate events bestow a feral dog upon Mike, the young cheetah does what he must to earn the animal's loyalty and secure his place among the elite...even if his ways deviate from normal police standards. *
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Mike gritted his teeth as his pen flew across the page. This was how chasing bad guys felt like. Going from line to line, tapping the pointy tip into the same tangled strings he wrote for the better part of the day. Mike no longer cared if the words looked readable. He just wanted to finish this report.
Then he had another one waiting for his ink.
And another, then one more, until this exhausting day ran its course. This wasn't how the life of a police officer looked from afar. Mike had no patrol car. No gun. Not even the fabled police baton was part of what he was allowed to carry. The only weapon he had right now was this annoying fat pen that forced his fingers into a crooked position whenever he neared the edge of the page. It wasn't long now. He was almost at the bottom. Mike wrote the physical description of the photo he had on his PC screen, then flipped the page.
'Eyewitness accounts' was written with big letters above the wall of text that followed.
"Are you kidding me? I've been working since morning on this crap. When is it going to end?"
He released a drawn out sigh and turned his eyes to the big clock mounted on the wall of his cubicle. "What's the time?"
Only two and a half PM, the arrows said. He needed to sit in his chair and hug the desk for another five hours or so.
"Hey, Sarge's coming," somebody whispered.
Mike looked around. Was that fat Joe or Michael? They both had such similar voice.
"Somebody's in trouble. D'you think it's Greg?"
Greg was the joker of the team. What did he do now?
"I ain't got the vaguest of clues bud."
Mike didn't know either. His job was to write, not to care, so he placed the pen back on the paper.
A second later he jolted in his seat as if a spike rose under his arse.
"Listen up, slackers!" Sergeant Orsey's powerful voice washed over the room like thunder.
The office went completely silent. A head rose above Mike's monitor. Then another, and another. Wolves, foxes, lions, tigers. Species was irrelevant. Gender mattered even less. In this office, they all had the same task, creed, and mentality.
All apart from one.
"Mike! Get on your damn feet!"
The cheetah scrambled up from his chair.
"Y-yes Sir," his tongue tangled between his canines. For the next few seconds Mike looked like a buffoon, looking up, down, to the sides, then back at his paper, intimidated by the mahogany eyes that froze the blood in his veins.
"Problem, officer?"
"I was writing Sir. Doing my job, like you-"
"Don't care," the grizzled bear shook his head. "Stay on your God damn feet and show some respect."
After Mike steadied himself, the sergeant clapped his hands.
"Do I have your attention?"
A sea of yeses, ayes, and honorific terms followed. Sergeant Orsey didn't need to be a bear to instill a sense of respect and awe in his followers. The fact that he was one just enhanced the effect of his words.
"Good. You have been writing your asses off in these chairs. I know you're disappointed," he pointed a meaty finger towards the window. "Especially you, Crowley. Your brother's out in the field and you're stuck here filling forms. How do you feel about that?"
"I'm...I'm alright, Sir," the Labrador answered shyly, pretending to button his necktie.
"The hell you are. I see it in your eyes. All of your eyes," Orsey rotated his menacing gaze around the room. "You want more than to be stuck in a cubicle for the rest of the year, and today I am going to give you what you want."
Whispers bloomed in the silence. The bear said nothing. He folded his arms, waiting for the din to disperse before he continued.
"What do you think of the bomb squads?"
Nobody found the wits or courage to answer. Mike pressed himself against his desk, nervously shifting through the pages of his report with his thumb.
"What do you think about the freaking bomb squads, team?"
"It's a tough job, Sir."
"Mhm. Mhm."
Orsey nodded. "What about the special strike team?"
"Awesome!"
"Heavy gear, Sir. That's all I'm saying."
"And Canine Squad? How's that for heavy duty?"
Everybody went dead silent, and Orsey couldn't help but chuckle. "This gives me a few ideas for disciplinary action. Anyway, you probably guessed where I'm aiming at. For the rest of the day, each of you will take on a new path. Canine trainers will defuse bombs. Bombers will drive cars. Field officers will be writing forms."
Somebody laughed.
"Yeah, I find that funny too," the bear said, dead serious. "Funny as your faces will be after this drill is over. I know laziness when I see it, you are prime breeding ground. So perk your ears, boys. Lift them really high."
Mike curled his toes in anticipation.
"Whoever scores the most points according to your respective supervisors will take a leave from the office.
The Sergeant raised his voice to cover the increasing noise. "One of your asses gets permanently deported. Now move those damn feet and tell me your choice!"
Everybody stormed from their cubicle, assaulting the sergeant like an angry mob of boisterous peasants They escaped left or right depending on their choice. Everybody was excited. They all knew what they wanted.
And Mike was sitting like a statue, with a hand on his desk and the other clenching around his waist, his thoughts bolting from his mind with the same speed as the fellow officers running through the exits.
"Drat," he winced in distress. "What to pick? I'm good at...what am I good at? Need to think think think..."
His dream was slipping from his grasp, one second at a time. Bombs were complicated contraptions, and he wasn't special forces material. All Mike ever wanted was to drive a police cruiser around and enjoy nature during his break.
"You!"
He shuddered as his eyes jumped to Orsey. The black bear was onto him now.
Mike stepped back, almost tripping on his chair. The sergeant reached out, grabbing his hand with his huge, confident paw.
"S-sorry. I'm...I'm ok. You can take that off, sir."
"Mrhm...I don't believe you want me to."
"Hmh?" Mike mumbled absent mindedly.
"If I leave, you leave. Just thought you might enjoy a minute or two in the office."
"Why...why would I do that, sir?"
"Because you've just got canine duty, pal!" the bear screamed in Mike's face, whipping his hand back. "Damn, you slow. Probably the laziest bum I have the displeasure to work with. Do you know where the exit is, or do I have to walk you out?"
"I'll...yeah, I'll..." Mike slinked along the wall, smiled weakly, then dashed out of the office.
Canine duty. Out of all the punishments he could receive, this had to be the worst. Everybody avoided this branch, and for good reasons. Animals were fickle. It took years to train a dog. What could a scatter brain cheetah do in a single day?
"Alright alright alright," he mumbled under his breath as he came into the main hallway. "Dogs. Gotta find dogs."
He ran around the building for ten minutes before he stumbled upon a german shepherd leading his dog towards the courtyard.
"Sir!"
The canine flicked his black ears.
"Lieutenant Malorne," Mike corrected himself as he caught up. "I need a dog for today's training. Sarge said I only have five hours to become really good at this."
"Dog? Where do you think you are, the slums?" the anthro german shepherd frowned.
Mike would've slapped his head if he could. "Sorry. Canine unit. I'm in a huge hurry. Please Sir. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."
Malorne's limps trembled. Was he angry? Irritated? Thinking of ways to discipline Mike?
"Think you can handle him, Jimmy?"
The dog gave a resounding bark.
"There's your answer," the lieutenant waved a sign in the air, and in a second the dog went to Mike's side. "He's yours for the rest of the day, kid. Just make sure you have a tissue in hand tonight. Don't want your tears to flood the whole building."
"I...thank you, Sir. Thank you."
"Out with you," the lieutenant waved Mike off. "Don't have time for your mopey crap."
Mike turned to leave, but the dog wasn't following. He beckoned him, whispered, petted his head. He still refused to move!
"Harness. Room C forty two. Lead this slacker, Jimmy!"
"Woof!" the dog barked.
What followed was a mad dash through hallways. The damned senior office was all the way up to the second floor. Mike climbed four rows of stairs, then ran, struggling to catch up to the agile canine. Jimmy reared, opening the door all by himself.
"Yeah. Bloody good job," Mike took a deep breath, then entered the office.
It was cozy, with a central desk, big windows, and a few plants on the sides. Driving a car was nice, but owning a desk this big with a view toward the forest? Mike's legs became weak just by thinking about it.
All that stood between him and a bright future was a dog. A german shepherd, more exactly, said to be obedient and easy to handle.
Those were all lies. After ten minutes of commands, pleas, and bargains, Mike ran out of patience.
"What do you want?!" he pointed to the stubborn dog who walk around without a care in the world, admiring the vegetation.
"What do I have to do to earn your trust? You can't sit, you can't follow, you can't even walk with me around fifty square feet. What will Orsey think of me when I get out there? I'll tell you. He'll insult my sorry arse, then send me back to the office till hell freezes over."
The rant stirred no reaction in the canine, who seemed pleased to just stare at Mike with those annoying, beady eyes. He was missing something obvious, wasn't he?
"The harness!"
Jimmy opened the bottom drawer, stuck his muzzle in, then drew out a proper police uniform.
"Good boy," Mike crouched next to the dog. "I'll strap you in, as long as you don't nip my hands in the process."
The animal seemed amiable enough. Mike picked the harness with a hand. It was heavier than expected. He placed it on Jimmy's back, then proceeded to tie in the straps. The first two went around his shoulders, a pair around the chest, and another around the belly. As he tidied the waterproof clothing on the dog's back, Mike realized this dog was quite appealing to the eye. Jimmy was strong, most likely a male in his prime. His paws were strong and graceful. His tail long and bushy. His breath smelled a bit, but he kept his head turned the other way.
As he shifted his fingers along the dog's belly, Mike reached the last strap. There was something wet and warm there, almost like a tongue, brushing along his fingers as he worked.
"Are you licking me?"
Jimmy turned around. If his muzzle was there...then what the hell did he touch?
Mike looked under the animal's belly to see his wet, pink member taking a peek through the sheath's bloated opening.
"Urgh... you could've told me it was your...god, I can't believe I touched a dude's junk, even if you're a dog."
Mike got over his revulsion rather fast. The prize was worth a few seconds of discomfort. Once Jimmy was prepared, Mike took hold of his leash and tugged towards him.
"Come boy. C'mon."
Jimmy sat on his butt. His cock poked out even more, slim and straight compared to his rather swollen sheath. Why was it so...big?
Mike took his eyes off the animal's gender before more weird thoughts filled his mind. "Please come. I'll treat you like a fellow officer, alright? Help me get through this day, and I'll give you anything you want."
Jimmy tilted his head, looking interested.
"Sounds good, right? Bones, meat, maybe a bitch to stick your cock into..."
He barked, and when he got on his fours, Mike felt as if he just caught a bad guy.
The euphoria only lasted until he left the building. There, in the courtyard, Jimmy forgot his manners, his training, everything. For about an hour Mike tried to make his dog behave like a proper officer, and each time Jimmy spited him with barks, growls, or plain indifference.
"I've had enough with you," Mike jabbed a finger at his cold, oozing nose. "Why can't you sit? Is it too hard? Too difficult for you to put your belly to the ground, eh?" he went to the dog's side, placed both hands on his back, then pressed.
"Down! Get...the fuck...down!"
Jimmy snapped at him, and Mike fell on his back. The shout of a fellow officer reached his ears, and sure enough, a female husky stood above him a few seconds later, concern brewing in her cerulean eyes.
Great. Now he felt both scared and stupid.
"What are you doing?"
"He snapped at me!" Mike pointed at the dog.
"Of course he did. Do you think I'd stay still if a madman tried to restrain me?"
"I'm an officer. I have the right to put cuffs on people!" Mike hissed.
The husky just shook her head. She went over to Jimmy, comforting him with rubs and melodic words.
"Are you singing him a ballad now?"
"Up," she commanded.
Jimmy jumped on his fours, making Mike even more annoyed.
"Give me your paw, dear," the female said calmly, rubbing the dog's pads with a smile. "Good boy. Now roll over and play dead for me."
Mike's blood heated up. That damned mutt followed every command to perfection. He proudly splayed on his back now, displaying his goods like a pervert waiting for his member to be sucked by his girlfriend.
And the husky still rubbed his chest, telling him what a good boy he was despite the animal's growing erection. Veins appeared around his engorged shaft, which now acquired a cherry red color. Mike also noticed two lumps behind his shaft. Were those his balls? He already had a jingly pair right behind his swishing tail.
"What are you going to do next, sweetheart? Stroke him off?"
The female looked at Mike and smiled. "Tackle him."
Jimmy sprang faster than Mike could react. Within the blink of an eye, he was the one laying on his back with a dog's warm breath falling on his face.
"Get him off!"
"Did you have enough?"
"Yes! Just take him off me!"
Jimmy stepped back, licking the husky's chin when she crouched to his level. How could he like her so much? Why? Just because she was female?
"This isn't fair!" the cheetah pointed a trembling finger at them. "I made bargains. Begged him to listen to me. Why do I get the teeth all the time? Why?"
"Dogs aren't a tool to be branded around as you like. They need to be respected. Cared for. He feels when you're trying to take advantage of him."
"I just want him to perform for a day. One freaking day."
"Then what? Discard him like a rusty badge?"
"No...no, of course not."
The husky licked her muzzle. She continued to stroke Jimmy's neck, making him pant with delight. "Believe in yourself. When you say something, mean it. Jimmy is not just a dog. He's your partner. Would you command me around, beg, or make bargains if I were in his place?"
"That's...that's not a fair comparison."
"It isn't?" the female became genuinely surprised.
"Of course it's not! No matter how we pamper or pretend, that dog over there is feral. He can't speak like us, can't think like us-"
"Hold on there."
"No I won't!" Mike raged on. "I was patient with him. If he can't follow basic commands, then I'm done with this crap!"
He ran towards the forest, away from that big mouthed bitch and her quadruped lover. She couldn't understand how important this day was. She babbled on and on about respect when her icy eyes stared with such contempt. Mike had enough of bullies. All his life he fought against them, and even here, around the academy's grounds, he was still bullied.
He stopped by the roots of a tree and crashed on the ground to think for a bit. His blood slowly settled. Then his mind began to clear, and a slight feeling of regret pressed upon his chest. The sun was already hinting at late noon. His colleagues probably finished with the training stages already, and here he sat, with his tail curled around a tree and his sorry ass sucking the moisture out of the ground.
Mike sighed. He placed his arms on his knees, allowing his eyes to stare at nothing in particular. He tried. That wasn't the best he could do, but he tried.
His butt ached fiercely when the sun started to settle. Something shifted in the bushes. Mike tensed. Was it Orsey? The husky? One of his colleagues?
No. Worse. It was Jimmy. He walked slowly, silently, until he settled in front of Mike.
"Dang..." the cheetah sigh. "I...I don't know what to tell you man. I had a chance and blew it all up. It's my fault. Always is. I just..."
He gasped when the dog's warm head pressed into his belly.
"H-hey...what the heck are you doing?"
A soft whimper escaped the dog's muzzle.
"No, buddy, no," Mike wrapped his hands around the animal's fluffy neck, dragging him closer. "Don't take it all on you. It's not your fault. I said those words. Me...and I wish I could take it all back..."
Mike closed his eyes, rubbing into his fur, trembling despite the warmth seeping through his clothes. When Jimmy's tongue touched his chin, Mike could no longer hold it back in. He broke into sobs, holding this dog, this precious friend as close to him as he could.
"I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm sorry for everything... You are smart, and good...and you don't deserve to be called feral. I'm the stupid here, not you!"
When the burden left his body, Mike gave the dog some space. Jimmy rolled on his belly, striking at him with his playful paws.
Mike smiled. He rubbed along his neck, then tickled his chest. Jimmy's tail brushed the leaves furiously. He panted and scratched at the air, obviously pleased with the treatment. Eyes closed, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth, he enjoyed himself only as a dog could.
And that enjoyment became excruciatingly obvious to Mike's moistened eyes. Not only his member bloated his furry sheath to extremes, but it was big, hard, and leaky! A bead of clear fluid gathered on his pointy tip, soon to fall on the animal's cream belly.
Mike went around the needy member. It was obvious the dog had a strong desire to spill the hefty quantity of seed residing in his balls. They looked like swollen grapes, almost as big as Mike's own sack.
The cheetah couldn't help himself from grabbing those appetizing jewels. Jimmy's tongue went back in his mouth, and for a moment Mike froze. What was he doing, holding a dog by the balls like that?
"They're warm..." he said softly, feeling the spheres slide between his caressing. "I was wrong to judge you, Jimmy. You're like me...a male stricken by the desire to mate. I have my hand, but you...how do you even milk these?"
Jimmy gave no answer as Mike felt his balls between his hands. He panted on the ground, leaking more with every passing moment.
"I know what you need," Mike's hand slowly moved towards his cock. "I...I can give you relief, if you will allow me."
Still no answer.
Mike bit back his apprehension and wrapped two fingers around the base of his cock. It was harder than he expected, very thick and very warm. He grabbed the fuzzy sheath, then slowly moved his fingers up and down. He wasn't doing a great job at it. The sheath was too stiff, too immobile to stroke his whole cock. Poor Jimmy was so hard he barely had room in his sheath.
Mike touched his bare member once, but the dog didn't seem to like that.
"Alright, alright..." he pulled back. "I can't jerk you off. Hot damn, I don't even know why you have two pairs of balls, but that's beside the point. I want to help you, buddy. Just need to figure out how."
It didn't take a lot of thinking to evaluate his options. There was only one available, really.
He had to get naked for a dog.
The thought made his crotch tighten with apprehension. How would it feel to be mated by a male? Could he even take that rod up the backside? Mike paced around for a bit, lost in thought until Jimmy's tongue slithered between his fingers.
"Oh..." he patted him on the head. "Still hard, eh?"
He was, very much so...but the gallant bastard kept his paws to himself, content on nuzzling his hand or rubbing around his legs. This display of affection made Mike awfully weak. If a stubborn dog like Jimmy could forgive him so easily, then he had to reward him, one way or the other.
"Screw it," Mike started unbuttoning his police uniform. "I'm going to let you mate me, Jimmy. I don't care what anyone thinks, how it feels, or any of that."
The dog barked at him.
"No! Don't you tell me otherwise. I want this, alright? You were too bloody good to a bum like me. I'd feel like crap for not helping you out when you need me the most."
Jimmy acknowledged his words. He sat on his haunches, ears raising every time a clothing article hit the ground. Mike grabbed around his underwear. This was it. The last piece of the puzzle. Gritting his teeth, he pulled them down, exposing himself fully before the eyes of the curious canine. He had a lithe form, like any cheetah. Barely any muscle showed through the thick dots or broken black lines that made him Mike a king cheetah. He never worked out seriously, and it showed.
"Scrawny, I know. I'll put a bit of meat on me next week or so."
But Jimmy wasn't interested in just any type of meat. Two steps were enough to bring that hot, broad upon the cheetah's exposed sheath.
"Mrrrfff..." Mike trembled as Jimmy lapped around the opening of his sheath. He was curious. Hungry for more.
"Naaaahhh..." two trembling arms pushed his head back. "This isn't about me. I want you to mate me. Licking can wait."
With a quick kiss, Jimmy jumped away. Mike licked his muzzle off the slick saliva, feeling hotter than usual. Was he really excited about this?
He dropped on his fours next to his police uniform, swishing his tail around, waiting for Jimmy to mate him.
"You know what to do, boy."
Too well, in fact. Mike almost bit his tongue when Jimmy lapped at his balls. Once they were covered in a thin film of saliva, he stuck his nose in Mike's hole, then started lapping there too.The cheetah's fingers curled. Something about a dog's tongue felt unnaturally good. Was it the heat that stirred his muscles in so many wonderful ways? Or the shape that made his ass tremble for more?
"Up..." Mike huffed. "Get on me, boy. Put it inside me."
Within a few seconds, Jimmy's weight crashed upon his back. His front paws wrapped around Mike's lithe waist, holding strong for the thrust that followed.
"Yes..." Mike said quickly. "Like that. Just like that."
Hot air rolled upon the back of his neck. Jimmy panted heavily. He was a mass of muscles and fur that embraced Mike tighter than the lover he never had. He wanted to enjoy this close union for as much as he could, yet within a couple of thrusts he could already feel the dog's hard member poking around for his hole.
Hot, moist, and restless, it kept probing around his butt until it pushed through like a molten arrow.
Mike's breath caught when his insides tensed to welcome the slippery cock inside their embrace. That sent the dog into a mating frenzy. His thrusting speed doubled, strong hips mercilessly ramming Mike's trembling hole.
"Nrrghh...aaaah...mrrrhhh..." he grunted with each breath as the lustful beast pushed himself in with all he had. He was so intent on stuffing Mike with his thick cock. So eager to see himself all the way in.
Strands of saliva trailed from Mike's mouth. A dog's cock was an unlikely surprise. Moist and soft, it fit perfectly inside a hole that was never properly explored before.
"Warm...you're so warm..."
Jimmy slowed down. Mike thought this was it; that Jimmy came in a flash and he missed everything.
The dog throbbed.
A jolt raced through Mike's body. He tried to remain calm, but the next throb was even harder. An intense jet of heat speared through his muscles, calming him briefly before another spasm hit.
Jimmy was growing. With each throb, his girth swell, applying greater amounts of pressure on the cheetah's sensitive walls. At first, it felt uncomfortable, but it soon became downright painful.
"Grraaaahhh..." Mike turned around to see Jimmy panting, his eyes sparkling with the satisfaction of a proper mounting. "What's happening? Why...why are you growing so big? Raarghhh!"
Mike tensed hard when rippling pain traversed his loins. Jimmy became far too big for his tight little ass to handle. The shaft wasn't the problem. Most of the pressure came from behind, from the lump residing near the base of his cock. That was what kept Mike's entrance stretched to the refuse.
"Biiiiiggg!" he groaned, ripping the grass with his fingers. "Too big...too hard!"
He couldn't handle it. Damn it, he needed to rip himself away before his ass was torn asunder. Mike tugged on the bond, then froze when pain and pleasure attacked him at the same time.
Amidst that cloud of pain, there was something else. Jolts of heat, erupting after every throb.
It was seed. Jimmy started cumming. Mike felt him leak before, yet only now his seed came out in its earnest. The sudden spurts slithered through his anal cavity like a stream, easing the pain, slowly turning it into pleasure.
And what an intense feeling it was. Mike felt as if the dog just uncovered the source of a male's deepest pleasures. The pressure exerted by the knot pressed against that hidden place that became noticeable only during ejaculation. Mike liked that. With each spurt of seed filling his tailhole, his muscles became accustomed to the weight, bringing him closer to the edge of delight.
Mike looked at his cock. It was fully out, strands of precum already dripping from his tip. He knew for sure that if he grabbed himself now, he would erupt on the spot. How would that feel? Cumming with such a big dog inside him?
Mike smiled weakly. He brushed the dirt off his palm, let Jimmy's tongue lubricate him, then grabbed his cock with all he had.
A molten explosion of intense pleasure erupted from his crotch. Mike curled his fingers around himself, shutting his eyes as his member bloated with upcoming strain. The barbs around the head flared, becoming extremely sensitive to any form of contact.
Mike rubbed them fast, almost passing out from how intense that felt. Pressure welled within his crotch. One second. That's all it took for his seed to explode into the grass.
"Mrrrgghhhhaaaaah!" the cheetah howled as his cock emptied itself of all that weighting heat. His muscles tightened around Jimmy, then loosened as another spurt pushed through Mike's widening cockhole.
He blocked the precious fluid this time, then rubbed his own cock and balls with his own sticky seed, making a whole mess over his crotch. The pleasure was out of this world. His muscles pumped long and hard, milking his balls with relentless strokes.
Jimmy was a victim of such vicious act. He had his cock squeezed from all sides, battered by the walls of hard muscle encroaching around his knot. He must've felt better than ever, for he unleashed a long yowl that deafened Mike's limp ears. Hard jets of hot dog cum rushed deep into Mike's tailhole, feeding his cock with raging spasms and augmenting the most intense climax he ever had.
It felt so unbearably good to be filled to the brim. With each thrumming spasm, Mike released more of his seed into his palm. Jimmy licked around one of his ears, panting, cumming, throbbing long and hard.
"Arrrhhhh....raaaaah...." the cheetah panted just like his dog until his climax ended. He stretched out his palm, offering it to Jimmy. "Here. I saved some for you."
Jimmy sniffed the puddle of seed, then started lapping, consuming the sticky fluid from the cheetah's hand until there was not a single drop left.
"Good boy," Mike smiled. "You're the best dog in the world, and...I think I really love you."
Jimmy whined, his black nose pushing against Mike's. His tongue rushed forth, licking everywhere. Mike welcomed it inside his maw just as he welcomed Jimmy's cock inside his tailhole. He kissed him many times, going over his lips, around his fearsome canines, even inside his mouth. Everything felt beautiful about this dog, especially the hot waves of seed that kept filling his tingling tailhole.
Mike remained there for a while, tied to his feral companion in the most intimate way there was. When his cock finally retreated, Mike gave the dog another kiss, then allowed that beautiful tongue to clean the remains of milky seed from his sheath.
Mike dressed up. The sun was almost down. He had only two hours left, but he was not afraid. With love in his heart and hope in his soul, he walked back side by side with a happy, satisfied canine.
***The End***
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