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White Knights Don't Always Wear Armor.

Sean stretched in his chair and let out a shuddering groan, lifting his arms and grasping his wrist to work the kinks out of his back. He glanced at the clock; two more hours to go. The Gremlin Mark II project, as he dubbed it, from a major auto manufacturer, was a nightmare. They had a huge budget and demanded performance, and it was killing him.

Thankfully he wasn't the lead creative consultant, so whatever he managed to eke out of the prototype materials he'd been given would still have to go through his super. He brought his gaze down from the ceiling when someone came into the studio and stopped in front of his desk. The Irish Setter was from the mailroom and, after checking the delivery slip, set a couple pieces on the desk. The two shared a nod and no words as the setter turned and padded out. Taking up the mail, a couple of document envelopes with proofs to be examined, he glanced at the huge calendar underneath that served as his blotter. April eleventh.

A huff escaped his chest when he noticed, but he was distracted by a buzz from his phone.

Text message from: 702-529-7651

Sean, HELP! A.

He blinked, frowning with one eyebrow abruptly snapping up on his brow. No, couldn't be...

Ash?

Y. Hlp, plz!

Sean leaned back in his chair, completely and flat out flummoxed. Four months of silence since Christmas, and then this, out of the blue, on their anniversary, of all days?

W R U?

Vegas.

Holy fuck, Las Vegas? That was certainly a long, long way from home for her. She was a northeastern city girl, what the hell was she doing in Vegas? And why text him after her precipitous, one-line text breakup two days before Christmas.

"You know what? Screw this," he muttered, quickly typing out his reply. Call.

Cnt, no talon.

Huh? No talon? Not Alone? Sean frowned at his phone with an expression of deep consternation. What the hell was Ashley about? If this was some bid to reunite with him it would fail flat out. Sean had someone else; someone who had helped him get over her dumping him. So that someone wasn't human, he didn't care. She was a collie, and she was the new love of his life.

She was more than Ashley had ever been, by an immeasurable margin.

Which made him feel all the more a sucker as he sent his final response. Call when can, I'll leave phone on.

K. Plz help, luv u.

Well fuck... after that god damn breakup she throws 'love you' at him? He almost deleted the entire conversation out of ire. With a last curious glance at the phone, and the date on the calendar, he shook his head. She had to have chosen that specific day to contact him, after such a lengthy silence. A day that meant something to them, and only them; the anniversary of their first date. He found his creative energies wasted the rest of the day, his glance continually sliding to his phone.

Taws was conversing at her desk with the same Irish setter from the mail room when he came out of the studio at the end of the day. Handing off a stack of proofs she had worked up through her day she gave him a brief, timorous smile before picking up her jacket. Sean had gotten a slight promotion in January, from creative assistant to creative consultant, which took him to the far corner of the office floor that they shared. They met in the elevator but said nothing amidst the crowd of their coworkers. No one knew about their illicit human and nonhuman affair and that was for the better. Taws still dressed the part of the frowsy dowager and tried to blend into the background. Today she wore a light cotton blouse that showed heavy pilling from too much laundering, shapeless black slacks, and a liberal speckling of her shedding fur. She adjusted the narrow reading glasses on her muzzle when she stepped into the elevator, meeting Sean's eyes only briefly.

They met in the garage and got into Sean's car. He was silent as he navigated from the garage onto the busy city streets and finally the highway.

"You're quiet." Taws observed from the passenger seat as she stretched a little, folding her reading glasses and tucking them in their case.

"Ashley... texted." Sean said flatly.

"Ashley? You're shitting me." The collie's jaw hung open in surprise, golden eyes wide and fuzzy ears pricked above the poorly brushed mass of her head fur.

"No." Digging his phone out he handed it across to let her read the messages.

"Damn. Four months and out of the blue she just decides to send you another fucking text?" Taws took the phone and glanced through the texts, her ears switching forward in alert curiosity with furrowed brows. "Needs help?! What game is she playing?"

Glancing aside to her he just shook his head, "What do I do? I mean, if she needs help -"

"She dumped you, remember?" Taws growled levelly, "Tossed you out like yesterday's trash, love. Why this sudden concern?"

Sean sighed deeply, though it came out as more of an irritated growl. "Three years together, and she never once asked me for help. And now that." He nodded toward the phone in Taws' hand.

"She's just trying to get back with you."

"From Vegas?" he chuffed and shook his head, "Anyway, she wouldn't have a chance, I won't take her over you. Ten of her."

Her dubious expression softening Taws reached over to stroke the back of her white furred knuckles against his cheek, "I'm not human, though. I can't have children with you. She can."

Sean glanced over at her and smiled, "It's not all about the children, my furry bitch of a love." He winked and turned back to the road. "What it's about though, right now, is her and me. And you. Ash was the love of my life for almost three years, so in spite of the absolutely rotten way she dumped me, I still rememer enough of what we had to be concerned about her. I want to know what is going on with her, and if I can help, I'll help."

"We. We will." Taws replied gently, looking again at the messages. When the phone rang the unexpected shrill wail almost made her drop it. Sean twitched as well, quickly reaching up to tap the button for the car's hands-free system.

"Sean?" A woman's voice, husky and rough edged, whispered from the speaker.

"I'm here. Ash, that you?"

He could hear the relieved sigh on the other end, "Thank god, Sean. You've got to help me; I have to get out of here."

"Vegas? What the hell are you doing in Vegas?" He navigated his car to the side of the highway and pulled off so he could fully concentrate on the distant, whispering voice of his ex-girlfriend. At least she was not an ex-fiancé, or ex-wife, though that could have happened within weeks had she not left.

"I found someone else, Sean. I didn't tell you, I'm sorry." She was whispering on the other end of the phone and Sean had to turn up the volume to hear her over the traffic. "He said I would be a casino manager out here, but it was a trap!" She was desperate; he could hear it in her quavering whisper. Desperate and afraid. "Sean, they got me hooked! They've got me..." she broke off with a choking sob and for a moment he could only hear her mumbling to herself, "They've got me doing - things, - but I can't go on. I have to get out, but I'm trapped. You've got to help me, please!"

"Damn, Ash! Call the fucking cops!"

"They own the cops out here!"

Shit, "Okay, okay, calm down. How are you trapped, tell me. I'll -" Sean glanced at Taws whose ears were erect and curious as she regarded him with the rapt intensity only dogs could show. "I'll do what I can, but you know I'm no cop."

"You're all I've got." Ashley croaked from the other end of the muffled line, "Shit! I have to go!" the line abruptly went dead followed by a dial tone a moment later. Sean swore and thumped the steering wheel with one hand.

"Seems you were right to be concerned." Taws rumbled softly beside him, holding up the phone. "She's in deeper than we can swim, hon." Her gaze traveled away to look down the empty shoulder in front of them while traffic continued to roar past. "But my brother might know what to do."

"Your brother?" Sean put the car in gear and made his way back into traffic.

"He's law enforcement; he'll know where we should start."

"I'll actually have to meet him someday." Sean admitted. In their four months together the enigmatic brother had never dropped by, and she had not said much about him beyond the fact that his sense of humor was thoroughly bent. Sean had seen a few sparse photos of him and Taws' folks around her apartment, but that was the most he knew about the collie. Their sole interaction was a 'hello' tossed over Taws' shoulder while they chatted on the telephone. "For that matter I haven't met your parents, either."

"Care to drive another eight hours? They live outside of Ogdensburg. Nothing between them and Canada but a little creek."

"They like me, too?"

Taws smiled, white teeth gleaming in her long white tipped tan muzzle, "They do, actually. Mom thinks you're a sappy romantic and dad likes that you're a gentleman with a good job."

"Don't care that I'm human, eh?"

Taws shook her head, "Not a lick. Oh, yeah, mom's badgered me about grandchildren and all, but she was doing that long before you. Never said I should find a nice dog to settle down with, though. Dad just gives that enigmatic 'You know what's best for you' speech, but I expect he wants a furball to dandle on his knee and spoil rotten, too."

Sean only nodded quietly. That was something that did concern him with their relationship. Humans and nonhumans were not viable despite the advances of genetic sciences. It would take a dog to give Taws children, if she ever desired any. Ashley had dropped a few hints that she wanted children, during their long relationship, but had been just as careful as Sean to avoid that complication.

They were quiet on the rest of the drive to Sean's house. While Taws' condo was only fifteen minutes from the office his house was paid for and in a good neighborhood. She still had the condo, though, because her lease had been made on a five year note and its payments were reasonable on her paycheck alone. On their combined salaries it was a pittance.

While Sean parked the car in the garage Taws went inside to call her brother. Sean followed a few minutes later and hung his keys on a peg by the door. Taws came from the living room and he smiled; she was as he always liked her.

Clad only in her glorious multihued pelt of gossamer fine fur.

Not that shedding her clothes left her modesty exposed in the least; the surrounding fur was so thick and long it revealed less than a swimmer's thong bikini. She padded over and slipped her silken arms around him, resting her long muzzle against the side of his neck. "I left a message, he'll call." Sean returned the hug, pulling her lithesome, fur clad body closer and buried his face in the thick, lush softness of her neck ruff. The white fur enveloped his face like down and he inhaled a long, slow breath.

Gone was the frowsy dowager everyone knew at the office and in her place stood a woman, bitch as far as the world was concerned, worthy of a centerfold spread. And she was his.

She stepped back slightly and slid her hands back around to his front, worrying deftly at the buttons of his shirt, "All we can do now is wait." She rumbled quietly as she helped him shed the clothes of his work. Depositing them in the hamper by the laundry room door, as absent of bright frilly underclothing as it had been two days before Christmas, he retrieved sweats from a shelf. Taws didn't wear undergarments; she had little need of them. Sean liked that about her. He liked everything about her, and was even finding her odd sense of humor growing on him.

When she ran a hand down the front of his sweats, barely before he had even gotten them pulled on, he felt other things growing as well. He could not help but laugh at her playful, warm touch. Despite all that had fallen in his lap that day he could not imagine how her falling in his lap would be anything but pleasant. As softly and seductively as her warm, fuzzy fingers fondled his cleanly shaven cock, so her long, soft tongue caressed his lips. It was all too quick before she retrieved her hand and walked out towards the living room, long tail swaying behind.

The view from the living room, once he looked up from watching the golden furred perfection of her rump, was one of the main reasons he bought the house in the first place. It was actually in the rear of the house, having originally been the dining room, and had one wall dominated by a huge bay window. Beyond it was a mile, in a direct line, of unfettered forest. Somewhere beyond the tree line was Pontiac Reservoir State Park against which his land abutted. As he followed that comely ass into the room Taws reached out and flicked the panel of switches by the inner door, killing the lights and leaving them in the deepening darkness of oncoming dusk.

In the center of the room she stopped and, looking back over her shoulder, leaned over the arm of the sofa, the lush length of her long tail lifting up and draping off to one side. Beneath that handsome plume, hidden in the pale nest of her short, golden rump fur, were delights that Sean never tired of exploring. He stepped up and grasped her hips, leaning over her as he ground his groin against the velvet firmness of her rump. His awakened erection, tenting the front of his loose sweats, nested perfectly into the golden cleft of fur softened muscles. She looked back over her shoulder up at him, the white bridge of fur tipping her muzzle glowing pale behind her black nose in the last fading light of day, and growled approvingly.

Flexing his fingers into the deep fur of Taws' hips he ground his erection against her cleft, cotton sweats offering little barrier to the wondrous warmth. "You do know how to cheer up a heavy heart, love." He murmured into her ear softly, hands relaxing their grip and sliding around her waist to stroke downward and inward, following the hollow between hips and stomach, pulling her back even more firmly against his throbbing arousal.

Her tail brushed his hip and stomach as it swept from one side to the other and she moaned a soft growl, "And you know how to make a lady feel beautiful." She said with equal softness, flicking her ear against his lips. After a couple of long, leisurely minutes dry humping that marvelous, golden ass through the cotton barrier of his sweats Sean drew back, his hands slipping upward from her stomach and stroking the golden curves of her ass. Looking down he traced the edges of darker fur that defined the golden perfection before him and he knelt slowly. Letting his hands slip inward and downward he slid them between her shapely, strong thighs and pushed gently. Obediently she spread her legs and leaned forward even further, at last exposing the twin black mysteries nested in all that gold.

One, beneath the very root of her lush tail, was round and ebony dark in the shadows. Further down was the narrow black cleft that shivered as he bowed his head closer, bathing it with a warm breath. One had a deep, profound, sharp musk that in any great measure was astoundingly unpleasant. In smaller quantities, however, it lent a spicy earthiness to her natural scent. The other had a less pungent bouquet that was deeper still, more round and mellow than sharp, and his nose sought it hungrily. Leaning forward he buried his face in that golden nest of fur, huffing a deep breath and inhaling. The doubled scents, mingling, blew through his troubled mind in a cataract, narrowing the focus of his thoughts to the present and nowhere else.

They moaned together in a deep duet; his baritone muffled in the dense, soft fur of her ass and her own tenor filling the room. Nuzzling solidly into the cleft of her ass he dragged his nose up and down, feeling the slick heat of her anal ring against his skin briefly as his lips brushed across the short, satin fur surrounding her ever-so-inhuman pussy. Taws' wetness clung to his lips and the heady, subtle musk of it teased his tongue as he dipped his head slightly to lick upward, eyes closed as he lost himself in just the touch of warm fur embracing his face and hot flesh under his tongue.

Taws moaned softly and writhed, her back bowing and hips thrusting back against the teasing warmth of his tongue. Her tail lifted high, long fur draping over his head as the tip curled upward in a Husky curve, exposing the wholeness of her ass to his attentions. Raising his hands to rest them lightly upon her hips Sean shifted a little lower and pressed his face deeper into the nest of her furry rump, human lips pressing with carnal abandon against soft, warm canine pussy lips. Opening his mouth, blunt and human with his short human tongue, he pressed and lifted, drawing the wet triangular lips of her pussy upward until they parted under his hungry lick.

With a yelp and a growl Taws' hips bucked up and then shoved back caught only by the strong hands staying her hips. Sean huffed a hot breath through his nose and flicked his tongue upward, blunt tip caressing the satin smoothness of hot, slick flesh within. Dog-like he lapped upward and dipped his tongue to repeat the stroke, each more heavy than the one before. Each caused the bitch bent over the couch to whine and yip, tail lifting and dropping in perfect rhythm. Coaxing her clit from its hiding place he dragged his tongue heavily across it, sweeping the muscular, blunt tip about the clenching wetness of her entry before dropping back down for another lick.

Her wetness filled his mouth with its heady, subtle taste and he sought more of it hungrily, fingers digging into fur as her body bucked and swayed in a quickening rhythm as he flicked and teased, lapped and suckled upon the entirety of her labial diamond. He was able to take all of her into his mouth, suckling the soft lips even as his tongue plunged between them to flick across her clit. Her whines became moans that became growls as her body twitched and swayed, trying to follow each elusive change to the angle of his tongue's attack.

Then her growls hissed away in a breathless gasp and she shoved back solidly. Sean captured her pussy in his mouth, creating a hungry seal as the sounds of her pleasure dropped rapidly through the octaves. With a shudder that clenched her stomach muscles tight a flood of thick, slick heat poured into his mouth in a pulsing rush. He imagined that it was akin to what she felt when her tongue coaxed him to orgasm within the tight, tooth bracketed depths of her long muzzle. He grabbed fistfuls of thick fur as her body relaxed, only briefly, and slammed back solidly, dropping downward for a moment and jerking upward. He kept his lips sealed upon her and his tongue pressed firmly against her clit as she hammered his face with a body shaking orgasm. The feet of the couch creaked on the hardwood floor and the skittering grind of her claws dug against the seams between the slats under her powerful footpaws.

He could only smile against her as his flicking tongue danced upon her sensitive clit, occasionally plunging shallowly into the hot, wet hollow of her entry. Only once her body slowed its jerking did he lighten up, knowing how tender the power of her orgasms left her. Once she had finally stilled he drew his head back, panting for breath and licking his lips.

With a snarl Taws buried her hands in the cushions of the sofa, shoved her thighs against the arm, and threw her entire body backward. Her ass rammed into Sean's face quite unexpectedly a moment before she turned, pearlescent white teeth a deadly gleam in her open muzzle as her hands landed on his shoulders and bore him back. In surprise Sean grasped her forearms, his ass falling off of his heels as he was shoved over backward. She landed atop him, her snarling muzzle an inch from his face, all teeth and predatory golden eyes positively glowing in the moon lit dark. His legs unfolded with a jerk, kicking the couch, and her weight fell upon his crotch. It was not a slamming blow, but it was indeed firm, rolling forward and backward until the ridge of his cotton-shielded cock ground against the lips he had just enjoyed kissing.

Putting one hand against the center of his chest, as if he might try to escape, Taws reached downward to hook her thumb under the waist of his sweats, pushing them downward until his cock sprang from its concealment. Twitching upward it pressed softly against her wet nether lips and she panted, pupils widening in the lambent gold of her predatory eyes. Returning both hands to his shoulders Taws looked down at him, her lips still drawn up in a glistening, toothy snarl, while she ground the slick wetness of her pussy against his cock, pressing it solidly down against his stomach. With the combination of his saliva and the juices of her own arousal it only took her seconds to make his naked human flesh almost as wet and slick as she was. Shifting forward she adjusted her hips in small motions until his blunt cock tip parted the lips of her labia, then rocked backward to lift him upright, creating the proper angle.

The solid hammering of something powerful at the front door, on the opposite side of the house from where they lay, brought her head up with a start. Sean canted his head back to look toward the TV room that was at the front of the house. A dim blue light strobed along one wall. The hammering came again, more insistent.

" This is the police! Open up!" a muffled voice demanded and Taws cursed.

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