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The train rumbled and roared its way through the tunnel and up into the light, rising from underground to elevated tracks. Inside the car, the swaying bounced the window into Archer's head, jolting the collie out of a daze. Just another dull ache in a day full of them. He shifted in his seat to stare out the window, panting a little. The windows were cracked the few inches open they'd go, but it was hot and humid and the breeze did more to let in noise than fresh air.

Brakes squealed, doors thudded open, people surged out of and into the train. Someone jostled Archer as they sat next to him. The train crowd wouldn't thin out for a half dozen stops at least. The border collie lived way up town, and the L ride to and from work was an easy forty minutes. Could have been worse, he knew -- his wasn't the last stop on the line, and there were lines that went farther out. But on days like this, in weeks like this, it was just another thing grinding the collie down. He rubbed a floppy ear and panted, watching the train as it lurched forward and rolled on down the line. Archer let his mind sort of turn off. Half an hour to go.

Eventually, the collie stood at the doors, his satchel dragging down one shoulder as the braking train pulled him forward, then jerked him back. He shuffled out on the platform and down the steps on automatic. Cross, left, north a ways, left again, turn at the pointless roundabout. Punch in the code, up the steps, key to lock, drop the bag. Then what? He was home, but that's all he knew. There wasn't anything wrong exactly, but the dog had run out of things he didn't have to think about. It was hot as fuck anyway; the AC was out, had been out. It was a mild summer, the landlord had said, he should be fine. It had stopped being mild, as it was wont to do. Late July rolling into August and the city reminded you it had been a swamp once upon a time. Everyone knew it, the landlord just didn't care. Archer didn't even have a window AC -- hard to take that on the train, though he supposed he'd seen folks carrying worse.

He'd set up a fan in front of a chair, and he dropped into it, sprawling as he panted in the hot breeze. One thing he could say for the heat: it made it harder to think. As a collie, he was prone to thinking too much anyway.

Archer started peeling himself out of his clothes. This was complicated by being sprawled across the chair, and he was forced to contort himself as he unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off, or undid his shoes and kicked them off, or shimmied out of his pants. It would have been less work to just stand up and disrobe like an adult, but that would have required admitting defeat and getting up, and that seemed like so much more work in the moment. It was so much too hot for clothes that he shucked his boxer briefs too, leaving himself sprawled nude on his chair amid a mess of clothes. The dog thought it might have been sexy, if there'd been anyone there to help him out of them, or if he hadn't been so busy being too hot.

Eventually, nudity and the fan and the panting sort of caught up to the heat, and his brain started to turn over again. That mess of clothes on the floor...the way there hadn't been anyone to see him do something like that in, oh, who knew how long? He didn't. Life was just...like that. Just trying to get by, do a thing here or there, be social when he could, and he just didn't meet anyone. A few dates here and there. A few that had ended up in bed. They'd been fun, but they hadn't been more than that. He marveled at how other folks seemed to just fall into partnerships.

Archer shook himself. Clearly he'd cooled off enough. The dog heaved himself up from this chair and paced the apartment. He wandered to the windows that were in the shade and pushed them open to let in some fresh air. It was a little better. Not good, no, but something. He needed to get more fans, but he kept getting home late and tired and couldn't get up the will to go back out to the store. Besides, the landlord ought to be fixing the damned AC.

The collie grumbled to himself and paced in circles a few times before wandering into the kitchen for food. Not that he wanted to cook, because good hells no, but maybe there was something easy to make? And cold? He poked a nose into the fridge, then the freezer, surveying the contents, then closed them again and paced some more. The tile of the kitchen was slightly cooler than the wood of the rest of the apartment, and it felt good on his paws. He was beset with a frustrated energy, too hot and exhausted to want to do anything, but too pent up from doing nothing day in and day out to sit still.

He leaned over the sink and splashed water on his muzzle, then just stayed there, wagging his tail slowly as he tried to think. There was a frozen meal or two. Some cold cuts. He could get by on those, no cooking required. But they sounded just...boring. It was Friday, and Archer felt like he ought to be doing something fun with it. Not that he knew what -- going to a bar could be fun, but he just wasn't in the mood to go drink by himself, even if they were open again.

Where else? Library? Not at this hour. Coffee shop? Hmmmm, nah, same problem as bars, really. Club? Nope, definitely nope, that was a friends or nothing matter and he just...wasn't in the mood for that kinda social. He wasn't in the mood for anything, if he was being honest. Which sucked -- grind all week, get by, get to the end of the week, feel too wrung out to do anything. What the fuck?

Archer herded his thoughts back into something like order and splashed some more water on his muzzle. Restaurant maybe? They had AC...they had food he didn't have to cook. Hmmm. The biggest downside was really that he'd have to put on clothes and that was just really unappealing.

The dog rubbed his face and wandered around some more, pausing to stand in front of the fan again. He groaned quietly as the breeze teased the fur of his sheath and balls. He could feel his tip poking from his sheath, and he groaned again at the breeze on his flesh. Fuck but he'd been too hot to jerk off in a good week. He was pent up, but damned if it wasn't still too hot for that.

He groaned, then perked, his tail wagging and ears pricking up at a thought. There was a smoothie joint nearby he could sit at for a while. Maybe bring a book and read until they kicked him out? It'd be dark by then. He nodded to himself, then wandered into the bedroom to collect some shorts and some kind of a shirt; the absolute bare minimum clothing he could get away with. He chucked his phone, wallet, and a tablet into a string bag and stepped into a pair of flipflops. He'd look like a beach bro, but he didn't care, the collie was too hot to wear anything more, and they'd sell him cold, filling food all the same.

---

The smoothie shop had held him for a few hours and two smoothies, which was pretty filling when they were loaded with fruit. Not the best meal he could have had, but far from the worst. Healthy, even, and most importantly cold.

Belly full of ice and fruit, Archer wandered out as the sun was setting. The heat had broken, and a breeze had picked up, and he'd almost felt good. Being hungry always soured his mood, and he always forgot about that. It was so simple.

He stopped in a convenience store for a bottle of water and then lazily flopped his way towards the lake. The shoreline trail connected parks and beaches, and the collie thought that sounded just about perfect. There was definitely stuff he ought to be doing, but for the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to care enough to even think of what it was. Probably stuff that could wait a day or a week or a month or a year.

The lake was dark. Archer should have expected that, but it was just one of those things he hadn't put any thought into. That the city was west of the lake meant that there wasn't even any lingering sunlight on the horizon, even at the height of summer.

He found a spot of grass that looked comfortable enough and lay down on it. The ground was still kind of warm, but the breeze was stronger off the lake and it ruffled his fur. He pulled his shirt off and thought about stripping down completely, but opted against risking it. But a shirt? Nobody would bother him about that. He sighed and just sprawled, savoring the breeze and the not standing up and the generally not being oppressively hot.

It occurred to him that this was the best he'd felt in ages. That was stupid -- he shouldn't let himself get stuck like that. But it was so easy to just forget, most days.

"You ok there?"

Archer twitched an ear. "Huh?" He wasn't sure it was for him.

A sandy dog was looking down at him from the trail, which ran close to where he lay. "I asked if you were ok. You were just sorta layin' there moaning. I wanted to know if I needed to call an ambulance or something."

The collie shook his head, bringing himself back into the moment. "Oh, uh...nah. Just enjoying the weather."

The other dog took a step closer and leaned against a tree next to the trail. "Yeah, finally broke a little."

"Mmm. At least for a few hours." He flopped back on the grass, sprawled.

"You're looking pretty dedicated to laying out." She sounded amused.

"Mmhmm." She seemed a lot more involved than a normal passer-by but Archer was kind of enjoying the chat. "Apartment AC's broken."

"Oh that sucks. It's been brutal."

"Yup. You uh... you need something yourself?" He paused, then followed up quickly. "I mean, I'm kind of enjoying the chat but most folk don't stick around."

She chuckled, and it sounded good -- warm, friendly, amused. "Yeah true, but y'know. I see a cute dog lying on the side of the trail, I wonder if he needs help, or maybe he'd like to chat."

Archer sat up, propping himself on his elbows as he looked at her again. She was lean and sandy-furred, her coat short and sort of brush-y, like it was fairly dense. She looked an awful lot like a dingo, but sounded a bit like she was from the south. Currently she was wearing a set of running shorts and a sports top, the sort of garments that left rather little to the imagination while looking extremely practical. And in her case, looking extremely good. He grinned, friendly and good-looking? Damn. "Well. I wasn't planning on it, but I'm glad you stopped. But y'know don't let me stop ya if you've got somewhere to be."

She flashed him a smile and wagged her tail. Her ears were flopped at the tips, and she had a white stripe running up the side of her nose. "Nah, nowhere in particular. Just cooling down from a jog."

"Oh you didn't want to run earlier in the day?"

She snorted. "Leave my comfortable, air-conditioned apartment for that shit? I don't exactly know you, but you ain't that dumb, pup."

It was Archer's turn to laugh. "Fuckin' hell! I'd suck a dick for an air conditioned apartment." He coughed and clapped a muzzle over his muzzle as soon as he'd said it. "Ahem." His ears splayed in embarrassment.

The bitch cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well now, what a thing to say." She cocked her head, too, giving her grin a decidedly lopsided and roguish color.

The collie coughed again and thumped his tail on the grass, looking up at her, hoping she'd save him from himself.

The dog took her sweet time, though, letting him stew in his discomfort for a while before she finally relented. "That bad, huh?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. And y'know if I thought it'd help move things along...I probably would. Though it's not really a good precedent to set, I think."

She snorted. "Certainly not. Don't want a landlord getting ideas. They got enough as it is." Her expression flickered briefly, but then she grinned at him again.

He raised an eyebrow of his own, but let it go with a simple, "Yeah." The moment hung there briefly, then Archer shoved himself up and dusted off, then stuck a paw out. "Oh, uh, I'm Archer."

The bitch took his paw in a firm grip and shook. "Amelia. Pleasure to meet you, Archer."

"Likewise." He wagged his tail. "So, uhhh...you live around here, I guess?"

She huffed. "More or less. My route is usually about five miles, so it varies. But this time of night, the Lakeshore Trail is really nice."

"Woof, that's a good distance!"

She wagged her own tail briefly. "Yeah. So, you?"

"Mmmm, a little north and west. But there's a nice smoothie joint between home and here, so I let the bus do the work."

"Plus they have AC."

"More or less."

She chuckled at that. "Mhm. So, Archer Collie, you seem pretty fun and cute, but I have an important question..."

"Am I a Nazi or some other fuckin' racist?" He chimed in.

Amelia snorted. "Yeah. Are you?" She cocked a hip, half challenging.

"Not a chance. Fuck those guys."

She nodded sharply. "Just so."

"Kinda big to bring out in a first chat, non?"

She shrugged. "I mean, is it though? I don't want to waste time liking someone like that."

Archer considered that for a moment and shrugged himself. "Yeah that's fair."

The sandy dog grinned again, and Archer caught a hint of trouble in it; the fun kind of trouble. "So..."

"Yeah?" He cocked his head and gave her a collie grin, inviting trouble.

"How about another forward question?"

"Shoot."

"If you'd suck dick for AC, would you eat pussy for AC?" She delivered it with a surprisingly straight face.

Archer coughed, and his confidence faltered, but he tried to pick it back up. "Uh...I mean yeah. I'm pan, more or less."

"Mmmm. Well then, I have an offer for you."

Archer raised his eyebrows and wagged his tail behind him. "Ohhhh?"

Amelia wagged her own tail, looking a little nervous, even as she asked, "Why don't you come back to my place, pup, eat some pussy, and stay the night in the air conditioning?"

The collie paused, considering, but not for long. "Yeah. I think that'd be fun."

The sandy dog grinned widely and wagged her tail briskly, her ears perking. "Great! Come with me, then." She waited for Archer to get his things, then took his paw in hers and set off at a brisk pace. "It's lovely here, but we shouldn't do what I have in mind on the lakeshore. Probably."

He snorted as he kept up, managing to not quite be dragged along. "Probably."

"Maybe later, who knows?" She kept up a brisk pace, like she was worried she'd run out of interest. Or he would, not that there was much risk of that. "So what do you do for money, Archer?"

"Would you believe me if I said sex?"

Amelia snorted and leaned over to nip his cheek. "You're smooth but you're not that smooth."

"Fine!" He laughed and waved his tail. "Data analysis for an investment firm."

"Ew, I'm sorry." She hurried on. "Sorry, that was rude."

He shrugged. "I mean, yeah, that's fair. But like...it's not a trading firm. Nobody's obviously doing coke. It's mostly quiet. And eh, it's not the worst, I guess."

"Yeah. No ethical employment, right?"

Archer snorted again. "Yeah. So, what do you do? Can't be much money in picking up collies at the lake."

Amelia licked his cheek this time. "That pays in other ways." She paused before answering, like she was switching gears. "I'm a lawyer for an international metals firm."

He squeezed her paw. "Oh, I'm sorry too." He grinned to soften the statement into commiseration.

"Yeah. But as you say, it's not the worst and it pays well."

"I'll bet!"

She snorted. "Most lawyers don't make that much money, you know."

They stopped at a crossing. "I didn't, no," he replied.

The sandy dog shook her head. "The right kind of big law, yeah, sure. But most of us? We can usually get by, especially if we didn't go to a Big Fancy Law School. Of course, you kinda gotta go to those schools to get the super-high-paying jobs so it's a mixed bag."

"And you?" Archer cocked his head at her curiously.

"Middle of the road. UNC. Still paying off the loans but I'm almost done!" She bounced a little.

"Nice. University of Northern..." Archer couldn't place her accent, though it wasn't obviously local, and anyway accents aren't the best clue.

"North Carolina." She shrugged. "In-state, but decent."

The light changed and they crossed. "Oh, southern dog?"

She nodded. "We Carolina Dogs kinda tell ya where we're from on the label. Folks think we're dingos, but the accent is a dead giveaway. You ain't some big city yankee are ya?"

Archer put a paw to his chest in mock surprise. "Moi? Non!" He snorted. "Or rather, I'm not an asshole about it. I went to school out west but I've lived here most of my life."

"There are good tech schools here. Why not stay?"

"Whufff, same place, same city, all my life? Oh no that's a bit much." He shook his head, the movement travelling down as though he was shaking off water.

"But you came back?"

The collie shrugged. "It's pretty great. So I'm here for now."

"You might leave again?"

"I'm not against it."

"Are you evading my questions?" She fixed him with a sharp look, but the set of her ears and the sway in her tail softened it.

"No. Are you deposing me?" He matched her look with a very sharp collie look of his own, like she was a flock thinking about bolting, but kept his tail moving.

Amelia laughed. "Hah! Well done. No, but y'know, habits." She hugged him briefly. "I like you, Archer."

He grinned and wagged his tail. "Oh well, I hope so, given what you proposed."

"Hey, I thought you were cute and might eat me out. Didn't mean I had to like you like you."

The collie snorted. "But?"

"We'll see just how much I like you." She paused. "Almost there!"

---

A half block later she was leading them through a lobby, Archer flopping loudly in the expanse of marble and looking a bit disreputable, still being shirtless and all. Amelia padded quietly on her running shoes, waving to the doorman as she led the collie back to the elevators.

"Doorman," he said in the elevator. "Fancy."

She shrugged. "Well more like full of itself."

He laughed and licked her cheek. "Yeah, that sounds right."

She turned wordlessly and pressed him up against the wall of the elevator, her hips pressing to his, grinding against his sheath, which quickly sported quite a firm erection. She took his head in her paws and pressed her muzzle hard against his, tongue probing at his lips.

Archer caught his footing quickly enough, his paws finding her hips and exploring the curves of her back and sides, one sliding down to brush over her rump. It was a very fine rump indeed. He met her tongue with his own, letting her explore his muzzle, before returning the favor, slipping it in to taste her and get the shape of her mouth.

After a moment she pulled back, panting softly and grinning, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, tail wagging. "Oh yeah."

He leaned heavily against the elevator wall. He was panting himself, and his shorts were tenting rather obscenely. "Yeah? Putting on a show for the cameras?"

"Mmhmm...and getting a little preview of that tongue. Plus, well...I've been wanting to kiss you for like half the walk." She slipped close again, sharing personal space. Her paw brushed lightly over his shorts. "I think you enjoyed it too?"

Archer let out a soft groan. "Yeah. And mmfff, I haven't gotten off in like a week. Too hot." If she kept teasing him he was going to cum in his shorts there in the elevator. He decided to say something. "Ummm...if you keep that up, I'm not gonna make it to your apartment."

She gave him an evil grin and a pointed squeeze, but shifted her paw to his lower belly. "Mmm, maybe I'd leave you in the hallway then. All used up too soon."

The collie chuckled a little. "Hey now. I'd recover. And y'know, my tongue doesn't need to recover like that." He leaned forward, determined to get a little of his own back, and nipped at her throat.

"That's good thinking, pup." Amelia slid both paws up lover his lower belly, and then higher to pull his muzzle in for another kiss. Archer worried he'd cum anyway. Damn she had a good muzzle.

The elevator lurched slightly and dinged, then announced, "Fifteen."

"Fancy once again." Archer gave Amelia's rump a squeeze and pushed himself off the wall. "Lead on, madame."

She nudged him sharply in the ribs, then grabbed his paw and pulled him into the hall. "Madame sounds like I found another way to make money."

"I bet you'd make good money."

"Damned straight." She stopped at door and fished a key out of her pocket. Archer couldn't help but notice how the movement pulled her shorts even tighter over her rump. "Here we are."

Archer followed her in. It was definitely an up-scale apartment, the sort of place that had hardwood floors that felt new, had rugs and no carpets. Glass and steel and stone. Very modern. She'd softened it up by using warm colors in the rugs, hanging some art, and putting up bookshelves. He took a moment to take it all in. "This is pretty nice. You took the edge off."

She nodded. "The first few months were pretty grim."

"Yeah..." He trailed off, getting distracted as the coolness of the space caught up to him. "Oh, yeah this is good."

She stepped up behind him and blew a cool breeze on one of his ears, her paws resting on his hips. "Yeah it is. Now, pup, we had an agreement, and you are overdressed." Her paws found the waistband of his shorts and slipped under them, skillfully slipping the waist over his erection and letting them fall to the floor.

Amelia looked down the collie's front to where his erection stood proud and hard, shaft glistening in the light, pointed tip threatening to drip on her floor. "I see I'm going to have to extract more payment from you for my cleaning bill."

Archer dropped his bag and kicked his flipflops off, standing completely nude in the apartment. He leaned back into her slightly. "Ohhh, worth it."

She nipped at his neck. "You say that now. Still," she slid her paws up his sides and then gripped his shoulders, "on your knees, pup." It was as much an invitation as an order.

The collie accepted it willingly, sinking to his knees where he stood. She'd been kind enough to have him do this on a rug, so it wasn't too hard. Still, he hoped he wouldn't be there too long.

He could hear Amelia kicking her shoes off behind him, and then she walked around peeling her top off, followed quickly by a sports bra. She looked down at him and grinned widely. "I think you can help me with the rest."

Archer grinned back at her, his tail wagging over the rug. He slid his paws up the backs of her calves, ruffling her fur, and then up here thighs to the tight shorts. He leaned in, nuzzling at her mound as his paws slid up over the slick fabric, and he drank in her scent, slightly musky from exercise, but still fresh. He hooked his fingers into the waist of her shorts and pulled downwards, finding that she hadn't worn any panties herself.

They paused there, two naked dogs enjoying each other in the foyer of her apartment. Archer ran his paws up through the fur of her thighs and over her rump, savoring the thick, short brush of it, the way her undercoat was nearly as long as her guard hairs, lending her a sort of soft bristliness. Amelia ran her paws over his head, rubbing his flopped ears and caressing the short fur of his cheeks.

Finally, the moment of just savoring each other passed, and she pressed firmly on the top of his head. "Enough teasing pup. Tongue in pussy now."

Archer chuckled and obliged her eagerly, sinking down on his thighs so his balls brushed the floor, then nosing up between her thighs, following her scent. He licked out that long, soft dog tongue to caress her entrance, tracing the shape of her lips, puffier now, eager, and tasting more of sex and desire than workout. Any other time, he would have said the flavor wasn't great, but he was a very aroused dog, and the way she moaned at that touch did more for him than any flavor.

The collie licked and teased, tracing her folds, then licking up between them, pausing now and again to slip his tongue up into her passage, other times stopping to lick and suck at her clit. For her part, Amelia guided his efforts with paws and words and moans, and she rolled her hips into his muzzle. Once or twice, her paws found the back of his head and she humped forward into him, fucking his muzzle, leaving him with little to do but grip her rump and work his tongue up into her.

Her grip tightened as he worked, and then she was choking back a moan and arching her hips to present herself to his muzzle as he lashed his tongue. "Fffff-fffuck!" she managed. She let him keep working for a little longer, then pushed him away, panting. "Ah fuck, well done pup..."

Archer sat back on his haunches, grinning up at her with a sex-slicked muzzle, his tongue lolling out and his cock standing proud. "Definitely worth it."

She laughed, then reached down to fish out her phone. "Would it be ok if I took a few pics? I'd love to share you with some friends of mine."

The collie cocked his head to consider it briefly, then nodded. "Sure. I like that."

The sandy furred bitch stepped back and held up her phone. "Give me a good lascivious grin?"

Archer gave her his best pussy-eating grin, which wasn't particularly difficult.

She tapped her phone a couple times, then nodded. "One more, mmm?"

"Sure...what do you want?"

Amelia stepped forward to stand over him again. "Get that muzzle between my thighs. I want proof."

The collie didn't respond, instead, sliding his paws up the back of her thighs again to grip her rump, and he nuzzled in between her thighs to press his lips to hers. His nose brushed her clit, and he pushed his tongue up into her again.

Amelia groaned at his advanced, then patted his head. "Ohfff, not too much pup..." She caressed his cheek with a paw, then held her phone up again. "Look at me...yeah like that. Such a perfect collie." She tapped her phone again. "Oh...fff, do that for a little bit." She tapped at it again.

Archer followed her instructions, tonguefucking her slowly and looking up at her as she held the phone over him. He rocked his head, working his tongue in slow, steady thrusts, feeling her clench around him. After a few seconds, she patted his cheek lightly and stepped back. "Oh you're a good dog." She set her phone down and knelt in front of him, taking his cheeks in her paws and kissing him firmly, thrusting her tongue back into his muzzle. He knew he tasted of her sex, and he wagged at the though of her tasting herself on him.

She stopped, and he licked out to tease her lips. "Get some video, too?"

Amelia nodded. "Mmhmm. And some pictures. Gotta make the girls jealous."

"Horny friends group chat?" He grinned at her.

"Yeah. Who knows, maybe I'll introduce you sometime." The sandy bitch wagged her tail a bit. "Show off my prize pussy-eating collie."

He chuckled. "Maybe. And come on, can't be that rare."

A shrug. "Well you're very good." She reached down to tug at his paw. "Come on pup, let's go somewhere comfortable and put that cock to work."

Archer couldn't argue with that. He stood and followed her to her bedroom. When they were inside, she pulled the sheets back and then shoved him towards the bed. "On your back, pup. I want a ride."

He crawled into position and lay on his back. His tail thumped on the bed as he watched her climb up the bed after him, stalking him on all fours. From there, he had the time to appreciate her figure, lean and strong, muscles slipping under her pelt. Almost feline, though the tail waving slowly over her rump was entirely too canine for the effect.

She paused briefly to nuzzle at his cock, and he moaned loudly, body shuddering. Fuck, he was sensitive. Her cool nose traced the bare, hard flesh, and then he felt the warm caress of her tongue. It was a wonder he didn't cum on the spot, and he panted hard to try to stay relaxed; if he clenched too hard he was sure he'd go off.

Amelia was watching him carefully, her attention fully on his reactions. She give him one more slow lick, caressing his shaft from the base to just shy of his tip.

He shuddered again, arching his back. "Ahh, fffuuuck I'm close..."

"I know, pup. But you're gonna be good and hold on a little longer, right?" She slipped a paw under his balls and rolled them slowly, thumb caressing the soft-furred orbs.

Archer nodded and tried to find his words. "Yeah! I'll try."

She paused, trailing a blunt-tipped claw through his lower belly fur. "Mmm, try?"

"Well..." he started, then yipped softly as she slid higher up his body and nipped lightly at his upper belly. "I uhhh...I don't think I have that much control. Fuck, especially right now."

Amelia resumed her slow, teasing stalk up his body, eyes fixed on him as she nibbled and nipped up his belly, then chest, pausing at a nipple to tease it between her teeth for a moment. She was straddling his hips now, and he could feel the heat of her sex on his cock. She paused her movement, gently tracing a paw over his chest and looking down at him, her muzzle hanging just over his. "Can I ask you a personal question, pup?"

He coughed out a short laugh. "Yeah I think so."

"When was the last time you had sex?" She didn't sound like she was teasing, and she had a hungry look in her eyes as she looked down at him.

"Ffff, been a couple years. You?"

"Maybe a year?" She cocked her head, thinking. "Yeah something like that."

"So uhh...why do you ask?" He was panting softly, she was so close, and her body felt so good like that, but he craved having her closer.

Amelia growled softly, needily. "Because I really want you bare. Is that ok? I have an IUD..."

Archer matched her growl and lifted up to lick her lips. "Yes. Fuck yes." He bucked his hips upwards, grinding his shaft into her fur for emphasis.

Amelia growled again, louder, back to commanding the situation. "Good." She sat briefly, grinding her sex into his cock, and took her paws in his, then leaned forward, pinning his paws above his head. She shifted her hips around, grinding against his shaft as she held him down. One of her paws left, then slipped between their bodies and wrapped around his shaft, and then she was sinking down around him, hot and soft and slick.

The collie tipped his muzzle back and let out a low howl of pleasure. She felt so goddamned good, and he might have said as much. He was losing track of things. Then she was sitting on his hips again, and he was hilted inside her, and then her paws were pinning him down again. She clenched and he moaned reflexively.

The sandy-furred bitch took her time, arching her back as he filled her, pressing her paws into his wrists. She ground down against him and clenched around his cock. "Ahhh, fuck that's a good cock, pup. You really deliver."

"Ffuck."

"Yeah, that's the idea." She shifted up, easing off him, then sinking back down, starting to slowly ride him. She took her time, savoring him, and Archer panted, glad for the slow pace that kept him from going over the edge. She slowly worked herself up to longer and longer strokes, until she was sliding slowly along almost the full length of his shaft.

The collie felt his knot swelling. She didn't need to go fast, he just wasn't going to last long at all. He growled a warning up at her. "Fuck, I'm gonna tie..."

"Yeah, tie me pup," she huffed at him. "Cum inside me..." She was panting as she picked up her pace, her sex starting to catch at his knot, making lewd, wet noises as she rode his shaft.

Archer clenched his paws where she kept him pinned, planting his footpaws to push up into the bitch as she rode him. He ground his hips hard up into her and when she lifted up again, his knot caught, and they were both jerked upward. The dog clenched his rump, finally giving in to that urge, and he came hard. His cock jerked in that slick, hot grip of her sex, and hot seed sprayed into her unprotected sex. He growled out his release, "Fuuuuuuck!!"

Amelia twitched, then clenched hard around him. One paw slipped between them again and shifted briefly, and then she was cumming around him. Her walls gripped rhythmically around his shaft as it throbbed inside her, his knot trapping the flood of cum inside her.

The two dogs panted and moaned and growled through the pleasure that washed over them. Eventually, it subsided, and Archer found himself panting contentedly, looking up at Amelia's sandy-furred frame as she pinned his paws into the bed once more. Her muzzle down close to his, and he lapped his tongue over her lips.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck," he gasped.

"Yeah, pup. Fuck yeah." She shifted, then groaned as his knot tugged inside her. "Fuck. Yeah."

She released his paws and lowered herself atop him, slipping her arms under his, holding herself close and nuzzling at his cheek. "Goddamn, I needed that."

Archer rubbed his cheek along hers. "Same." He paused, then added, "Also the AC feels fucking amazing. And your bed, that too." He used his newly-free paws to cares her back, tracing the curves of her body again.

"Mmm." There was a contented pause, then she added, "I meant it, you know."

"Hmm?" He was struggling to remember anything from before his orgasm.

"You can stay the night. If you like. You don't have to or anything."

He chuckled and nosed at her cheek. "Yeah? Do you want me to?"

"Yeah. But y'know, only if you want to, too." She wagged her tail. He could feel it in the way her hips shifted and her sex tugged at his knot.

"Uh...I mean, yeah. Your AC works."

She nipped his throat gently.

"Also you're here," he added.

"Better." She licked at his cheek, then pushed herself up so she could look down at him again. "Y'know..."

"Yeah?" He cocked his head at her.

"You got any weekend plans?"

"I'm wide open."

She gave him a wicked grin. "Careful what you say..."

Archer laughed and matched her grin again. Collies were good at that. "I know what I said."

Amelia rubbed his cheek and leaned down to kiss him again. "Mmm. Good. 'Cause you give me lots of fun ideas."