How Gray Got His Collies.
How Gray got his Collies
It was late evening and both Gray and Nina were laid on the sofa enjoying a film, both children had long since been put to bed. Both their feral collie's were laid by the fire and the whole house was quiet when the silence was broken by a Gray's phone ringing.
The fennec fox looked at the calendar realizing what day it was and smiled before answering his phone.
"Hello, you had me thinking you forgot leaving it this late Emily." He said into the phone.
Nina looked at the sleeping border collie bitch by the fire, it seemed a strange coincidence that the woman her husband was talking to had the same name as one of her dogs.
"What again? Can you put Paul on for a moment?"
At this point Nina looked at the male collie sleeping beside the bitch and was all the more confused.
"That's great Paul, I'm not sure when you three will stop trying to repopulate the world with Collie's. Can you put Tracy on?" Gray said with a laugh.
Nina was even more confused by this point.
"Hello Tracy, yeah I do still have the painting somewhere. I've heard that little family of yours is growing again."
The conversation continued for a few minutes until Gray said his goodbyes and put the phone down. Nina was curious and looked at her husband for second with wonder. Who had he been talking to? Also why two of the three people he were talking to have the same names as their pet border collies?
The call had lasted a while before her husband put the phone down and during that time the Husky fem had a few questions of her own.
"So who were they?" Nina asked giving her husband the big puppy eyes.
"Some old friends of mine." The Fennec replied.
"I wasn't listening in or anything Gray but I noticed two of the people you were talking to had the same names as our dogs." Nina explained.
"Those friends of mine, I introduced them a number of years ago and they have been happy ever since. Anyway to show their gratitude they gave me a gift. One of their feral sheepdog I liked had a litter and they gave me two of the pups which I named after them."
"I get the feeling there's more to this story." Nina replied.
"Ok I'll start at the beginning. It was before I even met you, back then the only love in my life was art."
Nina hugged the fennec as he started to tell her the story of his past.
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The fennec fox threw his latest failure on the pile. There was at least five other canvas's in the same pile.
"Why the fuck can't I get the anatomy right?" The fox swore to himself.
After days of not drawing or painting anything he was happy with Gray just hit the bar and necked a few drinks to forget his troubles. The bar was a little dead at this time, only a few of the regulars were there and a collie that was new to the area.
It was then the rough collie walked over and sat on the bar stool next to him and ordered a drink. The collie had the whole Lassie look about him, you half expect him to dash off to pull a child out of a burning barn or some other form of danger. His name was Paul or something like that, he could only remember that because he caught the dogs name after one the regulars hit on him not realizing the collie was a he and made a bit of scene.
"You know you won't find happiness at the bottom of a glass, still there's no harm in looking." The male rough collie hybrid said with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, not much else to do until I get drawing again." I replied.
"So you're an artist?" the collie asked.
"Not at the moment." I said before taking a swig of my drink.
I got talking to the collie and yes his name was Paul. Before long I found out a bit more about him, he also made me feel better about myself.
"You know when I get stuck with something I go back to basics, maybe an art class will help?" Paul said while leaving.
The last I saw of him was his fluffy tail disappearing through the open doorway. Later that day I thought about what the collie said, it seemed a silly idea at first like going back to school but it made more and more sense the longer I thought about it.
After looking for local classes in every paper, magazine and collage leaflet I could lay my paws on it was an ad in a magazine that finally caught my eye. "Nude female painting course, all students must be over 18 for legal reasons." I decided to book myself into the class, if I was going to do this I would far sooner be drawing a nude female than a male, not that I have anything against males but I find the curves of the female form easier to draw.
A few days pass and the morning of the course arrives. It was a parked up I got a decent look at the building, it a was a new build and by the looks of it they had a healthy budget. Then again after what I had paid it wasn't too surprising. It was after I found the right class I settled down and waited until a balding over weight human stood up and greeted the whole class and gave us instructions.
At first when he said the model was going to be a border bitch I was a little disappointed, I was hoping for a human or a more exotic breed of canine like an Afghan, Saluki or even a Rough Collie like Paul would've been more unusual. A border collie just seemed a little plain. But when I saw her I realized I couldn't have been more wrong, even in her pink dressing gown she was sexy. It was just a pity I didn't go for models or dogs. I quickly set up my equipment and got myself comfortable as she started to pose, once I and everyone else were ready she pulled the drawstring and let her dressing gown fall to the floor. I could see her black and white border collie markings perfectly, she had the white gloves and socks, a white scarf and chest, a cute little white stripe over her head and a white tip on the end of her tail. The rest of her body was a glossy black that seemed to almost shine in the light. Her breasts was fairly large for a hybrid but not ridiculously oversized as to be out of proportion for the rest of her body.
As I started to roughly sketch the outline of her body I noticed her features all the more. She was lean but not skinny, really what you expected from a working breed. From her half fold ears to her digigrade legs, from her muzzle to her fur covered breasts and to the white tip of her full tail she was a typical border collie hybrid. If she had been a normal canine she would've been a show winner.
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An hour passed and the class was over, now I would have to finish up from the notes I had written. I placed my brush down just as the border collie fem stretched and flexed her tail giving me the perfect view of her under tail, I saw her pink tail-hole and Y shaped sex and was forced to shift my position a little. I only remembered to breath again as she pulled her pink dressing gown up coving herself once again.
Afterwards as I was leaving I realized it had helped a little, now I felt more confidant and was ready to take on anything. As I packed up my old car with my art supplies I noticed I was the only one around, everyone on the course most have come by bus, not surprising considering everyone else there were students.
Just as I finished packing I heard swearing coming from the other end of the car park. Being a curious fox I wanted to have a look at what all the commotion was about.
I walked over and I saw the same border collie fem from earlier, I almost didn't recognize her with clothes on. She seemed to be having car trouble and by her colourful language she was having no luck in fixing the problem.
"Can I be of help miss?" I asked.
"Do you know anything about starter motors?" She asked not even turning around.
"Sorry I don't. I can give you a lift home or to a garage? I asked
"Thanks erm... I didn't catch your name." The collie said.
"Gray." I replied.
"I'm Tracy." The black and white bitch replied back.
"So Tracy do you want a lift or what?" I asked.
"Please can you take me to the garage so I can at least order the part." She asked.
Tracy had the sweetest voice I've ever heard, it would've have been a crime to leave her stuck waiting for a tow truck that probably would have overcharged. Being the gentleman I took the ladies paw and guided her over to my car.
"Sure." I answered.
"Thank you." she replied in her sweet voice.
I helped her into the passenger seat. As we drove I asked her a little about herself, she told me she was a farmer of all things, and not one of these rich farmers that lived in a big house and ordered others around. I found out she had a daughter that was in her early twenties, the funny thing was she didn't look old enough to have kids least of all one as old as that.
"What does your husband think of you posing nude for strangers Tracy?" I asked.
"Husband? No I'm not married." she replied.
Great way to put my foot in my muzzle, I should've know by the fact she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. The rest of the ride was in silence it was only as I pulled up outside the garage the silence was broken. I hung around outside and waited for her to come out. After a few minutes she came back out and by the look on her muzzle I could tell it was bad news
"They can't get the part today. Would you be kind enough to give me a lift home?" Tracy asked.
I couldn't resist her sweet voice and those warm brown eyes of hers, almost like looking into melted chocolate.
"Sure but I'll need directions." I replied.
"Thank you, you're a real gentleman." She said giving me a nuzzle.
We drove for about fifteen minutes until we came to what looked like an opening in a hedge and what looked like a dirt road.
"Its just up there." Tracy said pointing to the opening.
As we travelled up the battered and pot-holed farm track I could just about make out the farm. It was like something out of a different time, but it had been well maintained and clearly looked after. I pulled up outside the house and killed the engine.
"Thank you for the lift, do you want to come inside for a coffee?" Tracy asked.
"Err, sure." I answered.
As we walked into the house the smell of Tracy hit me and the slightly fainter smell of other canines. It wasn't a bad smell or an unclean smell for that matter but the light musk all canines had that largely went unnoticed.
After a few cups of coffee Tracy got up and bent over to pick up the empty cups and gave me the perfect view down her top, she then looked up at me and smiled.
"I can smell your arousal." The border bitch said wagging her tail.
"You can?" I asked nervously.
"I can, I first noticed it back at the class but I was too busy to say anything. You can imagine my surprise when I realized I got a second chance." Tracy explained.
"A second chance at what?" I asked.
"This." She said placing her paw on my inner thigh.
I was a little shocked by the forwardness of the border collie but no about to deny myself what was sure to be a good time.
"Follow me." She said taking my paws in hers and guiding me to my feet.
She led me out of the room and down a hallway into what was clearly her bedroom. It was then in the most sexy and erotic way I have ever seen she started to remove her clothes throwing the discarded garments in all directions.
She stood there in just her panties as she wasn't wearing a bra, Tracy smiled in her canine way and turned around flagging her tail. The white panties hugged her form showed far more than they concealed, just under her tail they stuck to her canine sex making a slight bulge. As I looked on mesmerised with the bulge or "collie toe" I noticed all the detail and how wet she had gotten. The moisture was making the lines of her Y shaped opening clearly visible through the fabric.
"Are you going to stare at it all day or take me." Tracy said the last part with lust.
"Ok." I said shocked by how forceful Tracy was.
I unfastened the strap over the tail-hole cut out on the back of her panties, a necessary feature on undergarments for hybrids. Slowly I teased the panties down past her tail-hole and running my thumb over the puckered orifice as I did so making the border bitch yip.
Once I reached her soaked sex I begin to peal the garment off causing Tracy to gasp and twitch. As I finished stripping the border of her panties I realized I could smell her arousal all the more. Fighting my need to tear my clothes off and hump the bitch until she howled I worked my shirt off and slipped my shorts off, my vulpine cock already out of its sheath and dripping with pre.
"You look good enough to lick." I said my eyes on her canine sex.
"I am, I am." She replied her white tipped tail wagging up a storm.
As I continued to exam her canine folds I noticed the lips were slightly parted indicating she wasn't a virgin, not really a surprise given her age. I moved close enough to feel the heat her entrance was giving off on my nose pad. I dropped my muzzle just as she seemed to quiver, not wasting any time I licked over the outside of her canine vulva in one long lick. Tracy groaned in a long canine way as I finished the first lick, the second was even slower as I parted her folds and worked my tongue inside.
Once I finished the tongue lashing I climbed onto her back and started to hump her canine style. I knew this was what she wanted. My thrusts were clumsy as first as I was rusty and Tracy was easily bigger than me, this meant I had to stretch to reach. I buried my nose in her back fur as I stabbed at her famine area with my vulpine cock in an animalist way. I might have been shorter than a red fox but my fennec penis was a little out of proportion for my smaller build.
After a few more quick stabs I hit my mark and I felt the border bitches folds swallow my length. She was tight but soft at the same time, her inner walls felt like silk. My thrusts sped up as she growled beneath me just like a feral canine would. As my knot grew I found it impossible to pull out, just when I thought she couldn't get any tighter her powerful canine vagina muscles really clamped down. I knew I wasn't far away from my release.
"I'm cumming." I yelped between thrusts.
"Give it to me!" She snarled.
We stayed tied for what seemed like hours but probably had been only a quarter of that. It was as my knot deflated I managed to pull free with a pop.
Afterwards as I laid in the afterglow of our love making the bedroom door creaked open and an identical border collie fem walked in. She was wearing nothing but an off pink bra leaving her bottomless.
"Don't mind me I just came to get my silk panties back." The unknown fem said.
"I'm sorry dear they must have got mixed up with mine while I was sorting out the laundry." Tracy said to the other black and white bitch.
"Yeah I bet." She said winking at Tracy.
It was after she bent over only inches from my muzzle giving me the perfect view of her tail-hole and sex, I was so close I could feel the heat her neither lips and thighs were giving off. After what felt like minutes but had indeed been only seconds she picked up a pair of panties and proceeded to walk out of the room like nothing had happened.
"Hold it madam." Tracy commanded.
"What is it? I'm going to be late." She replied.
"Come here and present." Tracy ordered pointing at the spot by her bedside.
"Fine." The other collie said.
I watched in silence as the unknown bitch moved to Tracy's side of the bed and turned around presenting her rear while using the wall to steady herself. Then without warning Tracy pushed her nose under the other black and white collie's tail and sniffed deep.
"You're going nowhere until you take you injection. The last thing I want is to be dealing with a litter." Tracy ordered.
"But, but." The other collie tried to say.
"No buts. You're under my roof and you do as I say, now march." Tracy ordered showing her teeth.
The other black and white bitch left the room with her tail between her leg. It was at this point I looked at Tracy. I know dogs were pack animals like wolves and the alpha bitch ran the show. It was not uncommon for sisters to live together and the oldest to be in charge.
"Sister?" I asked.
"Nope daughter." Tracy replied.
I was shocked at that, I remember the collie bitch explaining she had a daughter in her twenties but that wasn't what I was expecting. Tracy didn't look old enough to be a parent anyway, even more so as her daughter looked about the same age as her. That's why my first thought went to sister not daughter.
Then again the other bitch didn't look young enough to be her daughter, she looked far more mature than she was.
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The weeks passed and I was happy, I had Paul as a friend and I had Tracy as a friend with privileges or f*ck buddy as I've heard some of the younger ones call it. Come to think of it I was due to meet the rough collie in the bar that evening.
A few hours later and I was driving to the bar. I was truly looking forward to a night of relaxing with a cold one, anyway Tracy had worn me out the night before and I wasn't in the mood for anything too active. Its true what they say about borders being tireless.
The night wore on and as sat across from Paul I noticed something, something I missed before. The collie was wearing a wedding ring.
"Paul are you married?" I asked pointing to the ring on his finger.
"Nearly once, but that was a very long time ago." He sad with sadness in his voice.
"What happened?" I asked.
"She died." He said while fiddling with the ring on his furry finger.
I could see the collie was uncomfortable talking about it so I decided not to push the issue. In the weeks I've known him I had discovered he was very private when it came to his past, at least now I have an idea why.
I also discovered there was something off about him, not in a bad way but silly little things like his tastes were much more human when it came to things like cars and clothes, which in itself was strange. There was also something strange about his eyes, not only did they have the most unusual colour I had ever seen on a hybrid but they also seemed older than the rest of him, almost like he had seen too much in his life.
At the end of the evening as the Collie dropped me off I decided I could do both my friends a good turn, Paul was all alone and I couldn't give Tracy the long term relationship she wanted. If I was to introduce them, both would be happy, Tracy would have somebody long term in her life and that could help out on that farm of hers, Paul would have some company and a purpose again.
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I spent days planning it. I told Tracy I had a friend I would love her to meet, I told Paul the same thing. It was all planed and we would be meeting up outside the same bar in a few hours time.
That evening I waited outside, I wasn't too sure who would turn up first. I didn't have to wait long as a dark black Jaguar XJS pulled up and the Rough Collie got out. The one thing you could say about Paul was he had style, his flash car did seem to be getting a little attention from some of the teens hanging around.
"Here you. You see this car? I find any damage when I come back I'm going to come round to your houses and stamp on you and your friends nuts." The Collie said to a gang of teenagers hanging around.
Everyone of the teenagers nodded. Paul was a scary guy when he wanted to be which was funny as he looked so soft and fluffy, one would even go as far to say cute.
"Hello Paul, you're a little bit early." I said to his back as he locked the drivers door and blipped the alarm.
"I didn't know the traffic would be so light. Anyway its better to be too early than too late." Paul replied.
"I guess so. Tracy's not here yet so do you mind waiting?" I asked.
"Not at all." He answered.
We waited for a few minutes until two collies pulled up on a battered pink moped. I wondered what was happening as the larger of the two collies got off the back and removed her helmet.
"I'm sorry about this, the car wouldn't start again." Tracy said as she handed the helmet to the other collie.
"Its no matter you're here now." I said as I offered her my hand.
"I had better be going. Give me a call if you need a lift home." the smaller collie said as she started the moped.
"Thanks for the lift Emily. You take it easy on those roads." Tracy said.
"Yeah I will." Emily replied as she revved the engine.
"Why don't you join us too?" Paul asked.
"I don't want to intrude." Emily replied.
"Nonsense tonight's on me." The Rough Collie said pulling out a credit card.
"If you're sure I'm not intruding." Emily asked as she killed the engine.
As Tracy's daughter removed her helmet you could see she was like a slightly smaller clone of her mother. Maybe it was because they were the same breed or because most dogs looked the same to me, whatever the reason they looked so alike I couldn't tell them apart by looks alone. I'm sure Paul could easy tell them apart being a dog himself.
"Will you allow me to introduce everyone. Paul this is Tracy and her daughter Emily, there friends of mine. Tracy, Emily this is Paul he's another friend of mine." I stood back and watched as the Collies greeted each other with a friendly nuzzle.
The night went well and after many drinks everyone was having a good time, I was trying to stay as sober as possible knowing I had an appointment late tomorrow morning and the last thing I needed was a hangover. Later that evening after Paul slipped the bartender a few notes to store Emily's moped in the back room to keep it safe. At this point everyone was feeling hungry and Paul suggested we moved onto a nice restaurant a few streets over. It was a nice kind of place that wasn't too fancy but was more upmarket than the places I normally ate at. As I looked around I realized it was one of those places I couldn't afford unless it was a special occasion.
As we were seated and got settled I looked at the menu at the starters. The prices were high but not sky high.
"I recommend the mushroom soup." Paul said looking over at me.
I nodded back.
After a short while the waiter came back with our starters. As I brought the spoon to my muzzle I took a sip of the soup, I then looked at Paul. He was right this was unlike anything I had eaten before.
"This is nice." I said taking another spoon full.
"I knew you would like it. I first tried it in Paris a number of years ago." He replied while taking a drink.
"You were in Paris?" Emily asked in shock.
"I was doing some business in one of the smaller towns, when I was off the clock I would go into the capital. The night life there is out of this world, pity they make piss poor drivers. You've never seen so many crashes in one place." Paul replied.
"I've always wanted to go but we never had the money." Emily said with sadness.
The two ladies managed to get old Paul to open up more in the few hours they're know him than in the weeks I had known him. He forgot himself once or twice and let the odd swear word go but the girls just giggled at his little slip ups.
The main course was delicious as was the dessert, the collie indeed had excellent taste. After he paid the bill we went to another bar. Finally it was after eleven before we all left. I was walking fine but the collies were all holding onto each other for support.
"Here." Paul called pulling something out of his pocket.
I held me paws out as he tossed some keys at me.
"What this?" I asked.
"Here you had better drive. I've had way too much." Paul replied.
"In other words he's plastered." Emily chimed patting Paul's chest.
"More like falling down drunk." Tracy added licking the rough collie's muzzle.
"I'm not risking getting pulled over, and I know for a fact Gray's been on the orange juice most of the night." Paul answered trying his best not to slur his words.
We all made our way back to where we had met up and after a few false starts I managed to get everyone into the old Jag.
"So where to?" I asked.
"Our place for a night cap." Tracy said as she leaned forward and rubbed my ear.
"Ok." I replied now knowing the destination.
I started the engine and got the shock of my life as the thing roared. As I selected D being thankful it wasn't a manual the power made me jump again.
It wasn't long before we were at the farm and climbing up the old dirt road. I was happy the ride was nearly over as the three collies on the back seat had taken to playing some kind of adult game.
"We're here." I said as I set the hand brake.
They nearly fell out of the car, all three were giggling like school girls. As we made our way into the house Tracy opened the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of something. This was going to be a long night.
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Hour passed and I was having trouble sleeping. I decided it wasn't worth going back to my place that night so after a few naughty suggestions I decided it was best I slept on the sofa. The reason for my insomnia wasn't the bed they made up for me as it was surprising comfortable. It wasn't the new surroundings either. Every time I tried to sleep I was either woken by banging or the smell of sex, my delicate vulpine nose was finely tuned to such things.
Not been able to sleep I decided to relieve myself. As I got up to go to the bathroom I passed close to Tracy's bedroom, I noticed the door was open so I peered inside. The sight I got was a shocking one. There were clothes thrown all over the room and the smell of sex was over powering, I had to cover my nose it was so bad. There in the bed were the three collies. Paul laid in the middle, Tracy on his left side nuzzling up to his neck and Emily on his right resting her muzzle on his chest. As the covers had being pulled down to their waists I could make out both mother and daughters breasts, in fact the only way to tell them apart was the fact Emily was slightly smaller than her mother.
I felt a slight stir in my sheath at the sight of the sleeping canines. I quickly left the doorway before my knot got stuck in my sheath, I would have a hard time explaining that if one of them was to wake up and catch me masturbating in the doorway.
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I yawned as I got up, the whole night being a restless one meant I was still feeling tired. I needed a nice big cup of a........
"Coffee?" One of the collie femmes asked from the other room.
"Yeah sure I would love a cup." I called back.
"Coming right up." The voice called back.
After a few minutes Tracy or Emily came toddling in with two cups of coffee. I found it hard to tell them apart on a good day but the border collie fem wasn't wearing a stitch and with the strong smell of sex in the air my nose wasn't working.
It was then a slightly smaller border walked in and that confirmed the first collie was indeed Tracy. Still not having woken up fully it took me a few seconds to realize Emily was just as nude as her mother.
"Where's Paul?" Tracy asked
"Answering nature." Emily replied.
"Ah. As long he isn't lifting his leg over my house plants." Tracy laughed.
"No he found the bathroom alright." Emily added laughing.
I joined in too but I didn't find it as funny as the two bitches, dog humour often escaped me.
I was lost in thought thinking about my meeting later this morning as Paul walked back in, just like the two borders he was only in his fur. I looked at his tight but surprisingly fluffily looking body and unintentionally his maleness. The fur around his sheath was mattered but the rest of his coat looked fine if not a untidy in places. He was four different shades of brown with the odd bit of white mixed in, the full Lassie colours with surprising similar markings. Come to think of it had he been a feral canine he could've been a double.
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The years went by and I stayed good friends with all three collies. I was there visiting after the first pups was born, Emily made the perfect mother and Paul was the loving father. I was even there After the second litter when Tracy was blessed, Paul loved them both so much, he never cared for Tracy more than Emily or Emily more Tracy. He loved them both equally. I even remember the time Paul got quite the shock when an old girlfriend turned up on the farm. It was around the same time Tracy was expecting, she was a beautiful rough collie fem. It was even more shocking when she announced she had been pregnant and then dumped their eighteen month old daughter on Paul before leaving. After many cross words Emily adopted the rough collie pup and raised her as her own.
It was just after the third litter was born I told them I was going travelling. Each one of them said they would miss me, I had been planning this big move for years. I had finally saved up enough to make it happen and was now in the process of tying up the last of my loose ends and waiting for the summer to come, I was waiting for summer as I really didn't want to make the trip in the winter.
It was that very night they had invited me up for an early leaving party. It seemed strange to have a party so early when I wasn't even leaving right away. It was as I was climbing that old farm track I was grateful of my choice of vehicle. My old car was nearing the end of its life so only a few days ago I part exchanged it for a jeep in anticipation of my big move, I knew the well built 4X4 would be perfect and see me right for many years to come.
I parked up just outside the house. It looked quiet like there was no one home, it was when I tried the door it creaked open and everyone jumped out.
"The guest of honour is here." Emily said setting off a party popper
"We made your favourite dishes." Tracy said giving me a hug.
"I made home brew." Paul said handing me a glass.
"Drink it and watch your fur fall out." Emily teased as she switched the music on.
"The noise, aren't you worried about disturbing the pups." I asked.
"No need to worry Emily dropped them off at my sister's for the night." Tracy answered.
The party was more of a small gathering between friends, still I had a good time. There was good food, good music, plenty of drink and a few adult games that would make a bitch in heat blush. Come to think of it, it was a good thing the young ones weren't there, it would've been hard to explain what we were doing if one of them had walked in.
As the evening wore on we all sat around talking, much of it was them asking what I was going to do once I got settled.
"The gifts." Paul said giving Emily a nudge.
"We all got you a little something." Tracy said handing me box.
I opened it. Inside were new paints, brushes and a naughty photo of Tracy posing. The border fem was naked but tastefully so. She was looking right at the camera when the photo was taken. She was stood trying her best at mimicking the pose of a well known classic painting, her tail between her legs hiding her sex and her hands over her breasts.
"To practice with." She said with a wink.
"Dose Paul know about the photo?" I whispered.
"Who do you think took the picture." Tracy replied sticking her tongue out.
I then looked over at Paul and his wagging tail, it was clear he wasn't bothered by me having a nude picture of one of his mates.
More boxes came until Paul dropped a large and what looked like a very heavy box with a ribbon on it at my feet. It was as I opened the box it seemed to move. It was then I saw two young border collie pups. Each little pup was squirming and trying to get out of the box.
"Their nearly ten months old, house trained, pure bred, full pedigree and they've had all their shots. We left it until they were older as we knew you wouldn't have the time to care for two small helpless pups with all the hassle of moving." Tracy said giving me a friendly nuzzle.
"We wanted something for you to remember us by." Emily added nuzzling me from the other side.
"They'll protect you and your home, keep you company, see off any vermin and you'll always have a subject to paint. Also dogs are chick magnets. You'll have no trouble picking up a cute little vixen." Paul added with a wink.
I had mentioned more than once how I always wanted a pet or two, something to invest my free time in that would also love me back. It could get lonely some nights They also knew how much I loved one of the feral border collies on the farm. I had a pet dog as a kit, he was a mongrel and always into mischief but he was my best childhood friend. I always wanted to get another dog and I had planned to once my life settled, but due to a lack of space it wasn't ideal.
"Thank you, thank you so much for this." I said thanking the collies for their gifts and friendship.
This was the perfect gift, I already knew what to name them. I was going to name the dog Paul and the bitch Emily after my friends, that way I would never forget them.
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"So now you know I got them and how they got their names." Gray said as shifted his position.
"That's so sweet Gray." Nina said nuzzling her husband.
"I never did forget them. It was about a year or two later I met you for the first time." The fennec said while patting the husky on the back.
The end.
A story I've been playing around with for a while, this takes after a story Gray Muzzle wrote so its set in his world not mine. The Collie's are mine, Gray and Nina belong to Gray Muzzle.
Hope you like the gift Gray and to the others I owe stories to just wait I'll have yours done soon.