Dog City: Case Closed
#4 of Dog City
Rosie and Ace deal with the fact that their feelings are now out in the open.
Dog City: Case Closed By Tempe O'Kun
I leaned back in my office chair, watching the fan blades blur by like the past week.
Our cats got collared.
The blueprints matched up with the records I'd obtained prior to the attempted elimination--layouts for every major kibble factory in town. The culprits would hit them up, chocolate the chow, then cook the books on their way out. Pretty smart. Too bad ol' Ace Hart was smarter. And by smarter, I mean luckier.
A car load of candy bar wrappers and floor plans was enough to get the yarn ball rolling. The testimony of the chief of police didn't hurt either. And once the cops knew where to look, it became obvious the feline mobsters had a paw in all this.
If I unfocused my eyes, the twirling fan blades merged into one continuous surface, a reflective plane scattering shed hair around my office.
The felonious felines might have gotten off, had they not used a car registered in the name of their boss.
As for me, I'd gotten off easy, if not as pleasantly as when Rosie's paws were involved. I went back to admiring her from afar and chalked the whole thing up to cramped quarters, grateful for even my brief collie safari. I'd always known there was something between Rosie and me. What I didn't know is if it would last now that we were out of the kennel. Only time would tell, and, so far, it wasn't talking. Figured a little space would make things easier for the both of us.
Rosie, however, had never been a dog for doing things the easy way.
"Ace Hart, where the howl have you been?"
I glanced down from my biggest fan to see a collie cop darkening my doorway like a thundercloud.
"Just tryin' to give your leash some slack." I leaned back in my chair. "Didn't want to bark up the wrong tree."
"So long as this doesn't uproot our professionalism..." She prowled into my office, locking the door. "...I'd like to keep seeing you off the clock."
"Oh." I sat forward. "I had no idea."
Amusement flickered across her muzzle. "You could've asked."
"Okay, so I'm askin'. How'd ya want this hand to play out?"
Paws on her hips, muzzle set, but with a tenderness to those jade eyes. "I'd hate to be the first case you ever gave up on."
A pang in my chest sabotaged my smile. "I'd figured what happened in the safehouse was just you throwin' me a bone."
Palms settling on my paperwork, she leaned forward. Her long hair draped toward my desk, framing that sculpted muzzle. "A good detective assumes nothing."
My tail beat against the chair. I leaned in, until I could feel the heat of her breath on my nose. "In that case, I'd better continue my investigation."
We kissed.
A long, simple smooch. The kind that makes your ears flop back in canine contentment. In that moment, I realized all those sappy love songs weren't just a lot of howling at the moon. My heart raced like a greyhound as she drew back. The collie cast me a look sultry enough to make a Doberman whine.
I got to my feet, wrapping her up in my arms. She buried her muzzle in my neck fur, breathing my scent. Her perfume took my nose by storm; it'd teased me from afar for years, even led me back to her, but I'd never been able to lose myself in it. Until now.
Her claws scratched through my fur. I shivered and panted, letting her scour my scruff. I was getting a little hot under the collar, but luckily Rosie had loosened my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt. She spread my shirt open, itching through my fur as she went. Being a considerate dog, I shrugged out of my suspenders and button-up.
Next, her paws traveled down my stomach, untucking my undershirt. We kissed again as she ran her paws through the fur of my back. Not to be left out of the party, I unbuttoned her coat, sliding it off her shoulders, which I nuzzled for good measure.
As she gave me the warm shoulder, Rosie lifted my fedora. She chuckled, setting it on the desk. "Your hair looks funny without that hat."
I kept my tail from between my legs, but couldn't keep the softness from my voice. "Why do you think I always wear it?"
"I like it." Her nose nuzzled along my cowlick. Her jacket rustled to the floor as she stood on her tiptoes for a better angle.
I wagged like a pup, my paws stroking down the sides of her blouse. Fit and firm, her body still had plenty of curve. Closing her eyes for a moment, she moaned at my attentions. Pride swelled in my chest as I continued petting her, even going so far as to stroke that silky tail.
She draped herself over me, muzzle along my shoulder. Those dainty paws collected the edge of my undershirt, drawing it up. I took the hint and soon it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Sunlight warmed my back as her paws warmed my front, exploring the pattern of my pelt.
We kissed our way across my office to my bedroom door. Having it next door had always seemed like a stroke of genius because, let's face it, it's not like I had a life anyway. I pressed her against the wall, paws fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Would've been a lot easier if I'd stopped locking lips with her, but a dog's gotta stand by his choices. Her soft tongue swirled with mine. One of her paws scritched the small of my back, while the other toyed with my ears. I got her blouse open and stroked the rich fur of her stomach, the silky texture singing under my paws like the smoothest jazz howl.
Nuzzling her neck, hearing her pleasured panting, I decided to take a chance and show just how hard of a time she was giving me. My hips bumped hers, my tip rubbing the inside of my boxers and the outside of this collie.
"Someone's feeling frisky." Both paws on my rump, she pulled me closer.
"Every dog has his day, babe." I humped against her, soft and steady. "I'm just enjoyin' mine."
"Mmmmmm." Her legs spread wider, and her muzzle tilted back in pleasure. "And what if I want to have this dog every day?"
Bending my knees, I managed to hump up between her legs. I could feel her heat against the dribbling tip of my cock. "I think I can find room in my schedule."
"What about your bed?"
"I can find room there too." I licked under her chin.
She chuckled. "No, I mean your bed is covered in case notes."
My hips slowed enough for me to look. Thank goodness I didn't have some gentledogs' magazines laying out instead. "I do my best thinkin' in just my fur."
"All this time I've been wasting talking to you with clothes on." Her nose bumped mine. "I'll have to try that sometime."
"You're welcome to think about it right now, Rosie."
A soft lick across my lips. "Maybe I'm already thinking about it."
"Then I'd say it's time your wardrobe caught up." I helped the shirt off her shoulders.
She shrugged it to the floor, backing against the bed. "Ace Hart, are you trying to get in my pants?"
"I'm just trying to help you out of yours." I scooped the files up, then kneeled to undo the zipper of her suit pants.
She slid the pants down, then kicked them off along with her shoes. "Since you're so helpful, why don't you see about unclipping my bra?" She turned around, her tail brushing my crotch.
In the dim light, I managed to unclasp the lacy garment. It fell away, and I stroked where the strap had been until her fur lay unruffled. Golds and whites and auburns flowed down her back in autumn cascade. My arms slipped around her waist as my lips found her ear. "Has anydoggy told you how beautiful you are?"
Her paw reached back to curl over the bulge at the front of my trousers. "Not while presenting such hard evidence."
She was right. I had a bona fide boner with intent to bury. My claws scritched through the fur of her stomach. "I'd say it's time ya brought this evidence out in the open."
Moaning, she reached behind her and unbuttoned my fly. Her tail raised up out of the way to dust across my chest.
I let the tip of it tickle my nose, watching as she unzipped me. "It's easier if ya turn around."
"Still nothing compared to zipping up a dress." Her paw traveled over my waistband, fetched my cock, and gave it a few strokes; I shuddered and dribbled onto her paws. She laid down across the bed, giving me a look over her shoulder and a swish of her tail. "Besides, I like where I'm at."
"I like where you're at too." I dropped my pants, panting like a husky in Honduras. My knowledge of procedure got sketchy at this point, so I played it safe and scratched my claws around the whole of her back.
She shuddered, the fabric of her panties brushing under my shaft. "Mmmm. You mind taking those down for me, tough guy?"
With shaky paws, I grabbed either side of the elastic and eased it down from the curve of her hips. I swept it down her legs, slowing only a moment as her scent washed over me. My pulse raced like machine gun fire. My nose drew me toward the folds of her slit, sweet and inviting, just begging my tongue. Before I knew it, I was drooling on her thighs, every breath swirling more of her scent across my face. My cock throbbed, knot swelling in my sheath.
The chief of police giggled. "You have a unique way of helping a gal get her panties down."
I glided the garment off, along with her socks. I took off my socks too, since I don't like to feel overdressed for an occasion. "I've always played things by nose."
"No wonder you're top dog. Speaking of which..." She lay down and crossed her arms under her chin, then smiled back at me over her naked shoulder. With that look came a breathy whisper: "Here boy."
In the middle of tugging my sheath behind the knot, those words caused me to squirt a few drops of precum onto the floor. Her tail tucked to one side, making room for me. In one of the wisest moves of my career, I lay down on top of the charming, very naked woman on my bed and cupped her breasts. Soft, but firm, they filled my paws, each more than a handful. The hot kiss of naked skin touched my palms, so I rubbed them. Somewhere between playing with her nipples and nuzzling the nape of her neck, a question tugged at my mind like a rope toy. "Are you, uhh... safe?"
"My bark's worse than my bite."
I cradled my chin on her shoulder. "It's just that the closest thing I've got to a rubber has lots of chew marks in it..."
She kissed my nose, then whispered: "Ace... I went on the pill after we started working together." Her hips ground against mine. "What do your detective instincts tell you about that?"
I whined, leaking against the base of her tail. "Those aren't the instincts I'm listenin' to at the moment."
"Don't put it in me just yet." The collie got up on her elbows, her paw guiding me down between her legs. "I want to get used to this."
"Okay." The warm heat of her slit caressed the top of my shaft, calling me to thrust up into her. I rubbed along her lips instead, as Rosie made her own gravy. My paws gave her breasts a final squeeze, then moved to her hips. Every stroke of my hips dragged my tip over her clit and into her fur, then back again. My mind insisted this had to be a dream; though other parts of me made convincing arguments to the contrary. This dry humping was anything but dry.
"Aaahh." She whined with need. Her hips bumped back against mine.
A nervous chuckle escaped my throat, and I rubbed my tip against her. "I thought you wanted to get used to it."
She pressed back against me as an urgent whimper escaped her lips, ears pinned back with desire.
"Yes, ma'am." I missed once, then pressed inside her folds. Slippery heat enveloped my shaft, letting me squeeze inside until my knot bumped against the damp fur of her crotch. I held her there by the hips, thin squirts of precum spritzing deep inside her. "Ohhhhh..." I managed a few thrusts, exploring the sensations as I changed my angle, rubbing different places inside her.
My efforts seemed to be paying off, but then Rosie's sigh of revelry changed to a pained yip. "Ace, you're on my hair."
I yanked my paw off her hair.
"Now you're on my tail."
I jerked my knee off her tail.
"Now you're slipping out again."
Growling in frustration, I fumbled a paw over my cock, even slicker than I was used to. "Look, Lassie, I got my paws full tryin' to get Timmy back in the well. Would ya just relax?"
The collie cooed as I slipped back into the molten embrace of her folds. "Oooh, Ace... You feel--mmmm--" Her vaginal muscles fluttered over my erection, flesh on intimate flesh. "--a lot better than my toys."
A shot of pride and precum surged through me. And I couldn't blame Rosie: every good doggy deserved her toys. And a nice bone. Me, I was just happy to have the real thing, the real woman. I withdrew from her a couple inches, then worked my cock in again. Oh dog, she felt so much better than my dreams.
Rosie groaned and gripped the far edge of the bed. Her muscles must have been called to heel, since I could slide in and out much easier. Her tail swished across my stomach as she angled her body down, trying to get me deeper.
Never one to keep a pretty lady waiting, I thrust into her, my knot pounding against her lips again and again. My hind claws scraped the floorboards as I scrambled for purchase. I managed to hold back from tying--not knowing if she wanted it--but it felt doggone good anyway.
Her folded ears lay flat. The collie squirmed and yipped, little wet noises squishing from between us. I pumped in and out, slamming in, sometimes slipping out. "Dog, that's tight. This is harder than I thought it would be..."
Her breasts swayed, dragging against the sheets. Ever the enterprising dame, she reached a paw back and rubbed her clit. I whined, feeling her fingers roll that hot nub of flesh under my shaft. Faster and faster, her paw sped up as her gasps became frantic. "Ooooh, Ace! Yes! Huuh! Please, Ace, please..."
I shook. Never in a million dog years would I have thought I'd hear that tone from Rosie. I fired off another shot of thin liquid into her folds, then redoubled my efforts, hunching over her.
Then Rosie went nuts.
Writhing, whimpering, clenching on my shaft: the chief of police yowled in wild joy.
My heart raced. My balls clenched. I worked the back of my knot with a frantic paw, feeling my shaft shift in her wet, hot, tightening confines, knowing what was next. Pleasure hounded every rational thought from my head.
A rush of tingling tension surged up from my balls.
I spurted.
A dog lost in passion, I lifted her hips. She squealed in surprise, paws dangling in the air as I slammed that delicate dog onto my spurting shaft. My knot mashed against her labia as our fluids squished around it.
Another shot.
I held it in her.
A growl rose in my throat--
Spurt.
--the animal inside me staking its claim--
Spurt.
--tears welling in my eyes. So glad it's her.
I collapsed, dog tired. Her body rose and fell against my thundering heart. My tongue hung over her shoulder. The room lay silent and still. Our combined evidence trickled past my shaft, collecting in droplets on by knot before dripping to the bed.
My dear collie sighed under me. "Mmmmmmm. So that's what the fuss is about."
I drooled on her shoulder, my brain dog-paddling through a sea of fuzzy wonders.
"No witty comeback?" A paw pad traced my lips.
I kissed it. "You've got all the come you're gettin' for a while."
She licked my cheek. "You wanna let me up? My legs are falling asleep."
Groaning, I rolled over. My wilting erection slipped free, spilling an ample sample of fluids on my thigh. Feeling the mattress shake, I managed to pry one eye open. I followed the curves of her body to where she patted the bed with a smile that spoke of both our dreams. In another feat of dogged determination, I climbed up beside her. We cuddled close, wrapped in the comfort of each other's arms, all the world forgotten except the beating of our hearts.
I might have been tapped like a tuckered terrier, but Rosie had enough energy to haul the covers up and bury herself in my pelt. Feeling her revel in my fur, hearing her happy whimpers made me feel like top dog. And not just because she was drop-dead-and-roll-over gorgeous: Rosie was the kind of dame you'd want to go grey in the muzzle with. Her approval meant more to me than all the belly rubs any other beautiful babes could provide.
A daze of doggy daydreams drifted over me. Us, settled down into a quiet country life of raising a litter, writing greeting cards, reading poetry, and sucking face. Dogs like me don't put much stock in dreams, but, howl, I was lying tangled up with one at that very moment.
The cool point of her nose against my skin brought me back into focus from my pastoral projections.
I nuzzled the gentle curve of her ear. Soft fur brushed my lips as the words took shape off the leash. "I'm glad you want me, Rosie."
"If I wanted you any more, there'd be posters on every lamppost."
"Guess I just turned myself in for the reward."
She kissed me, slow and deep, her tongue slipping over my teeth as her paws stroked my back. As we finished, those Irish eyes smiled my way. "Mmmm. Much better than my toys."
"Good that I can compete with hunks of plastic."
"I've always considered you a hunk." Another soft smooch warmed my nose. "So am I allowed to call you Sweet Hart now?"
I held her close, savoring her feel, her scent, and the special thump in my tail that only came from her. "As long as ya don't put it on my tags."
~ ~ ~
Months later, we lay together on that same bed, looking over the case files.
I rested my muzzle on her shoulder to get a better view.
Rosie nuzzled me, though her eyes never left the page. "The CEO of the Shih Tzu Shampoo Corporation vanished just after he fleeced the Old English Sheepdog's Club of their grooming fund."
"After a taxing look through his IRS records..." I guided her paw to a packet in the back of the folder. "...you can see he indulges in exotic flea and tick baths."
"So?" Her fur brushed my arm.
I smiled at our scent on the sheets. "So a dog like that would wear a flea collar. And a nice one too, given that he wears suits sharp enough to split a sighthound's hair."
"He won't just buy one off the shelf--he'll want one custom-fitted."
"And his old one has to be wearin' out by now..."
She rolled over and smiled at me, her pelt gleaming in the light from my office. "The whole department's been working up a lather trying to find this shampoo baron and here you do it by combing through his taxes."
"I tend not to give details the brush-off." My thumb caressed her bare nipple.
"Now we might even be able to keep our reservation next weekend."
"Speak for yourself, babe: I've got no reservations about you."
"Mmmmmm. Neither do I." Her smile, warm and inviting, brightened the room. "You're seductive when you're deductive."
My tail thumped the bed. "Ya think I might merit a little close investigation?"
"Definitely." She delivered a smooch that curled my tail, paws gripping the fur of my back, then she climbed out of bed. Going steady with Rosie worked like a stakeout: you never knew when you'd learn something. Just then, I learned how nice her haunches look in the light of the desk lamp. The collie fetched a fresh pair of panties from her drawer in my dresser. The ones she'd come wearing had too much drool on them, among other things.
I wagged against the mattress. "Why are we stoppin'?"
"The CEO wants a new collar." She got dressed, then snapped a police collar onto her belt. "I say we give him one."
"Now?" Trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in and out of uniform, I hurried off the bed and into my own clothes. "I here thought I was at the top of your wanted list."
"You should know by now, Ace..." She tugged straight the collar of her coat, then planted a quick kiss on my lips. Those jade eyes glowed: twin flares of color against the shades of grey most canines called life. "...I always get my dog."
There you go, folks. :) Hope you enjoyed Chapter 4. This felt like a nice conclusion to the story arc, not that I'd be upset if I came back to the series sometime...
Edits: Darkdragon452, Vendetta, Sillyneko345, :iconSlatedragon:, Huskyteer, Anakuro Consults: Don46 Art: :iconSlatedragon:
Let me know what you think! :) Each comment is a clue that helps me solve the mystery of better writing.
~Tempo