Sands Song
Dawn- female anthropomorphic collie based off the pictures by Jeremy Bernal
Jessie- male coyote randomly created form my perverse brain.
There are many locks on a heart, but who would possess all the keys. Perhaps it would be better if someone would just unfasten the latches from the inside. But it's usually safer,... locked away on the inside, alone.
Ohh kittens, have I got some brain rot for you pogie little bastard latchkey coke fiend brats. Your parents must not care about you if you read this, and they said it was naughty. But what can I do, well kittens, I will tell you what I will do. I will put a lame CMA warning on this piece of magnetic data, and the whole world is safer. Watch!
WARNING, SEX, NO 18, NO READ
Wow, doesn't the world feel safer already,... yea,.. Safe..
Where are your parents at?
Remember, if it feels good, it must be wrong. I love muzzlefucking. Damn,.. If only I had a muzzle.
This little piece is very very yiffy. Why you ask, well as the most devout colliephile on recorded history I would love to yiff the brains out of Dawn. Just simply that
MMMmmmm,.. Collie
Oh, and I'm a feedback whore too. Hot steamy notes on weather you liked or disliked my story are always welcome.
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The Texas sky is like none other. The purity of the stars, the sun cresting the mountains, casting shade and shadow over what will soon be baked under its intense rays. Dawn could not help but to smile as she threaded her four wheel drive CJ-7 up the rocky slopes. Dawn an anthropomorphic collie, her fur, red as a Texas dawn. Her paws and socks were pure bleached bone white. White covered her muzzle and continued up her forehead to disappear between her ears and into her white hair hidden under a cowboy hat. White followed along her jaw line and down onto her chest and thighs. A red and blue flannel shirt and a pair of blue jeans kept her comfortable in the cool Texas morning.
She shifted her tail in the neoprene seat as she was jostled a bit form a slippery slope. The collie woman looked out the side of the doorless jeep, watching her now steep downgrade into a ravine. The rocks were large and she kept the jeep in granny gear so as not to destroy her vehicle or hurt herself on the way down, a way she would have to go back up too. She had miles to go for repairs, and the last thing she wanted to do was be on the news because a helicopter came to get her.
The breeze was cool now, her white mane of collie hair whirled behind her, and a dusty once white cowboy hat kept her hair form her muzzle as she drove. She took her time, watching the rock formations she passed. She slowed and stopped her jeep. Setting the brake she got out, her soft moccasin boots treaded the sands to an unremarkable spot on the side of the trail, leaned over and retrieved an old Indian spear point, most people mistook them for arrowheads. She put it in her glove compartment and tossed off the break and pulled off again.
The sun crested just above the distant mountains when she pulled off what passed for a road and into the great rocky Texas Mountains, most glorified hills. The sun was cresting the midpoint of the sky when she stopped, cutting the engine to the jeep and sighed. She stepped out and stretched from her half fold ears to her tail tip. She sighed letting her arms drop. She readjusted her hat and looked at a craggy outcroppings and caves. She nodded satisfied and walked about the site. About a hundred yards form where she parked she found a good place to set up camp. It was more convenient than trying to commute fourteen hours, seven hours each way.
The collie panted, her tongue lolling form her mouth as the noon sun brazed overhead. Her camp was done, her tent pitched and supplies stored safely. She stripped off her shirt, bearing her soft long coat to the hot sun. She slung the shirt over a scrawny dead tree, her pants followed. She wagged her tail and stretched in satisfaction to be in naught but her own lovely coat. The collie only put her boots and hat back on the sand too hot for her paw pads. She pulled out her leather chaps both cool and comfortable, but most of all she felt sexy. She waved her tail about merrily as she slipped a white vest over her soft furred breasts that matched her chaps.
She picked up a small shovel and looking about she started looking about some of the passes. She shifted some dirt and loose rocks in several arias that looked like there might be something of interest. She sun faded the west wind picked up. Dawn returned to her camp, starting her portable gas stove. She tossed on an MRE, one of many she brought for this trip, onto her tin kit. While that was cooking she went off to the side of her camp, easily making a canine squat to urinate. She loved the freedom and feel her nondress allowed. She returned to her camp, taking a look up to the stars. So bright, so clear, so many. She took the kit off the stove and ate slowly, listening to the coyote songs in the night. She wasn't really versed in biology, but she knew the songs were lonely coyotes looking for a mate. She picked up a piece of sedimentary clay that had turned into stone. It was older than anything she was looking for this trip.
Soon not even the stars and coyote song could compete with the mosquitoes and night flies and forced her into the tent. She stripped to her bare fur, not that there was much hidden to talk about. The drive and walk around had worn her out. The collie femme curled up on her sleeping bag, her tail to her nose as she curled into a ball and slept soundly.
Dawn searched the mountainside for three days, but to no avail. There seemed to be no ancient camp sites form the Native Americans even though this was a major trade route. It didn't make since to her, it was little known but it should have yielded something. She thought about striking camp and heading back. But maybe just one more day and she would find something.
She returned to her camp and went on with the ritual of food and stars before the mosquitoes ruined it. But tonight she felt a little wanting. She didn't bother taking off her chaps in the tent, it felt good for her to have them on. Her tail tip twitched, knowing what she planned to do. The collie took off her vest, her nipples already hard form thinking of touching her soft sex. Her paw crept over her belly to her groin, fingers slipping past her soft pale vulva and over her clit. She gasped as her paw pad stroked over the sensitive button. She leaned her back against her sleeping bag her ears folded against her head. She panted whimpering and rolling her hips to her paw. Her paw felt nice but she needed more, needed heat. The collie morph spread her legs in a canine cleaning style, her muzzle laid against her thigh her nosepad touched her aroused mound. Her left leg kicked a little when her tongue pressed over her soft furred lower lips. Wanting more needing more she lapped harder at herself, her long tongue lapping through her crease over her clit and to her opening. Opening her jaw more to breathe and let more of her tongue lap over her needy cunt. She shined to her tracing tongue she took her free paw and stroked between her vulva and tail hole. She slipped her index finger into her vaginal canal, her pinky finger teasing the tight puckered hole under her tail. Her toes spread and curled as she pleased herself, feeling the buildup within her, her thighs tingled her spine tightened then her whole muscular system jerked, wrenching her sex fluid covered muzzle up, flecking the interior of the tent with her sex scent. Her paw fingered herself through her orgasm, the muscles in her vagina milking on her finger, the tip of her pinky still teasing her ass.
She fell back panting hard, the scent of sex perforated the tent. She shivered form the pleasure and sighed. She let the coyotes lull her to sleep. She almost was asleep when she realized there was a sound the wind could not produce. A flute, making music, not the melody of wind in the canyons, honest woodwind music. She crept out of her tent clad only in her chaps boots and hat. Picking up her hand pick she looked about her camp, but the mountains echo only gave an ethereal sound to the music as it reverberated off the mountains through the wind. She relaxed, the echo and wind would carry the sound for miles, the player could be in the next county and she could hear it.
She turned to walk back to her tent when the music stopped, and a much closer voice came form the darkness.
" I see you like nature too."
The collie woman spun on her heel to face the voice, brandishing her handpick. "Who are you?" she called to a shadowy form she could now see on a low boulder. The voice laughed.
"Just another nature lover."
Dawn almost panicked when she heard a mechanical click and there was light, a flashlight lit her body up. She looked down at herself, blushing a little over the bridge of her nose, a little form fright and anger, but mostly from being caught off guard. Then she noticed the light fell off of her and now spotlighted a coyote morph holding the flashlight in one paw over his head. He was less dressed than she was, only canine smile and a flute to him. She smiled a bit at his soft looking sheath and sac her tail wagging, as she noticed, as his was.
"Who are you!?" she demanded with more curiosity then the ire she wanted to project.
A small chuckle, almost musical as the flute came form the coyote. "I'm not really sure, but my name is Jessie, it's kinda a femme name, but it's what I go by."
Dawn gave a small smile that the darkness about her hid as she put her paws on her hips, her right paw still holding the pick. "What are you doing here?" she was now finding the ire she had lost, thinking this dog, no matter how cute, was going to steal her sites, if she could find one.
"I was wandering around when I caught your marks."
"My marks?" the collie asked harshly
The coyote smiled under the flashlight. "Your scent marks, you marked up about ten miles around here, I just wanted to see the bitch that left her scent everywhere."
"I didn't leave scent marks." The collie woman stated accusingly.
Jessie only smiled and shook his head, "You urinated in some arias, I just tracked to where the female scent was strongest, but I didn't think you would be a collie, and such a pretty one at that."
Dawn was still unsure of this coyote. She really didn't want him around with her alone in the middle of the night.
"Look, you really creeped me out, if you wanted to meet me, this was the wrong rout to take." Dawn stated bluntly, "and I want you to leave."
The coyote looked saddened a bit, but he nodded and turned off the flashlight and crept off the rock. Dawn watched him leave and returned to her tent with the pick close to paw. She couldn't get the image of the rusty and sand colored coyote form her mind, and how white his chest and things were, and how soft and tight his sheath and balls looked. She felt herself become aroused, her paw wandered between her legs again and the night again became a blissful encore of coyote's song and in her mind, between her legs.
The next morning Dawn was a little more wary. Maybe it would be a good idea to at least move camp, if not out altogether if she couldn't find anything.
Dawn was rummaging in the back of her jeep when the voice of Jessie spoke. "Hey there, sorry about the fright last night, I had just found your camp."
Dawn whipped around with a semi sneer on her muzzle her half fold ears foreword toward him. " what do you want?" she snapped flashing her fangs at him, the blush was form the thoughts in her head form last night, how she wanted to feel him inside her, have his knot buried in her cunt. She dreamt of putting his canine rod in her muzzle. But the lust seemed only to heighten her anger toward him.
"I don't know, I just wanted to meet you, it's odd to find furs out here." he confessed.
"you must not get out much," she kept her voice harsh, "do you have any idea how scared" and horney she added mentally " you made me last night? Huh?"
The coyote flipped his ears back in apology, "sorry, you just smelled interesting. I'll go now." the saddened coyote had his tail tucked almost between his legs, and she remembered what else was between those well peltcoated legs. His fur was even more colorful in the daylight.
"Wait." she said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. "You just made me nervous, I'm sorry for being so mean." She lifted herself into her jeep one soft boot on the running bar and the other inside the vehicle. She didn't think of the view the coyote was getting when he turned around until his eyes widened and a slight bulge showed in his sheath.
Dawn had to control herself allot not to reach for that inviting bulge. She wished there was and was glad there wasn't any pink tip from his sheath. But she kept talking. "Look, I'm a geologist and archeologist I really want to know what your interest is up here."
The coyotes' amber eyes met her blue eyes squarely. " I wander," he made it as a confession. "I was never happy, I never felt like I belonged or fit in with anything. Nothing made me happy. I tried love, lust, art, religion, cars, trucks, anything everything I could think of. But ultimately, I cannot find where I belong." the coyote shrugged and gave a small smile. She admired his soft looking tongue, but that's all her eyes deviated to and she watched his mouth as he began speaking again. " I have wandered, done odd jobs to afford gas and supplies." The coyote shrugged. One day I'll find the person that needs me, at least that's what the Navajo say."
Dawn looked at him. "You went to the reservation, and they talked to you?"
The coyote shrugged. "Well I am coyote, and when they decided I was not a skin walker one of the tribal elders himself taught me Navajo ways." The coyote grinned at the skin walker claim. The Native Americans took anthropomorphs in more serious way then most new worlders.
"I wonder if any of them have stories about us that they see in a new light."
"You're joking about the story where coyote stole fire form the gods and gave it to men, ain't ya." the collie said a bit impressed.
The coyote tilted his head in a mirthful murr "Yea, I guess that's why I stuck around the deserts mostly. I felt wanted here, more like tethered really. I missed the heat and the feel of sand and stone beneath my paw pads." His tail wagged as he looked to the right at the rocky mountain ground, rocks littering the sand. "And I feel free here" he whispered lower. "I can be fur to the sky, and free of looks because nothing covers my fur. I just like it here."
Dawn knew what the coyote talked about. The feel of the elements on all her furred body, no annoying hot clothes in places she didn't want to wear them. She was fascinated with the Coyote without a doubt. As fun as she thought it would be to yiff him senseless in the sand, she had to make it worth staying out here. "What do you know about this area?"
The coyote shrugged. "Depends on what you're looking for, I know a lot."
Dawn let her other foot paw step on the running bar. "There used to be an old Indian trade rout through here, "she stated but wondered. "Where are the old way sites?"
The coyote chuckled, "is that what you want?"
"No, but it's a start." the collie smiled
Jessie laughed a bit and twitched his ears looking toward the mountains then back to Dawn, a small smile crossing his muzzle. "Do you want me to show you one?"
The collie started at the question and mentally cursed at herself for being so distracted by the neat package the coyote kept. "Lead the way." she kept her haughtily but interested distance.
The coyote walked her about three miles and stopped in front of a steep rise to a mountain and turned to her. "This is one." He watched her as she looked up the side of the mountain. She had such a beautiful face he saw how soft her eyes really were. He gave a soft sigh wondering if the collie had any interest in him other than his knowledge of ancient sites in these mountains.
"Keep going." the collie directed, and sadly the coyote started up the steep loose grade.
Dawn kept her eye mostly on the coyotes' back and rear. His tail looked soft and when he went to all fours as she did to get up some of the steeper regions, she admired his soft white furred sac and the orangish border under his tail around his tail hole. Dawn was panting from more then the exertion and more heat than the Texas temperature. Jessie turned around waiting for her. Dawn climbed a little slower, the lower view of the coyotes sheath actually made her salivate more as her tongue tip hung form the end of her muzzle as she panted.
The coyote waited for Dawn to get to the level shelf he stood on, then turned around toward a rocky cave when he found himself restrained by an arm about his chest, he gasped and his hips twitched when his nuts were cupped and fondled firmly. "What?,.." Jessie managed in a rough gasp.
"Shhhhh,..." was his only reply form Dawn as her fingers explored every velvety furred section of his tight scrotum. Her fingertips stroked up his sheath, a noticeable growth near the base. She didn't want him to have his knot trapped in his sheath. Her fingers brushed the tip of his prepuce the pointed tip of his pink doghood felt warm and slick on her paw pads. She slipped his penis form its cover with two fingers in a V where his prepuce and groin met, taking it down past his knot. Jessie panted softly his paws reaching back to touch the provocative collie bitch.
Dawn leaned her body against his back, with one paw around his chest holding him steady the other paw gripped behind his knot two fingers caressed his sack that hung so near as she stroked the length of shaft behind the knot. The coyote tried to go to his knees. She bit one of his erect ears and held it between her teeth muttering around the aud, "Keep standing."
He complied, if he were on his knees she would not be able to fulfill her wants with this beautiful coyote. She let his ear go when she was sure he would not try to drop down and licked behind his ear and the ear itself. She tilted her head putting her muzzle to his inner pinna and lapped the inside of his ear.
The coyote closed his eyes, his paws gripped onto the longhaired collies' hips. He leaned back against her body for support. She was like no other lover he had had, she really knew pleasure.
Dawn felt the light pulses in the back of the coyote's shaft, precum spurting out the pointed tip and trickled down his shaft. Now was her time, she moved slowly form behind the coyote, Jessie staying where he was , allowing the collie her reign. She shifted to her knees, the chaps cushioning her knees on the soil of the cave entrance. Her paws held Jessie's hard knot between them as Dawn looked down the straight shaft. She licked over the hard knot first licking around the circumference, then lapped her long tongue over the bottom of his length to his tip. She could taste the sweetness of the precum as she took the gasping coyotes' member into her muzzle. Her tongue rippled down his length, the poor coyote gripped Dawns shoulders as she took his sack in her other paw, massaging the testis within with firm but gentle even pressure.
Jessie shivered with the delight of Dawns ministrations. Her tongue lolling his member in her muzzle her canines brushing the sides of his tender flesh as she nursed him. He felt the buildup, the pressure within his groin as his balls tightened.
Dawn felt the coyote dog about to cum, acting fast she took her paw from his balls and stuck her finger in her mouth soaking it with saliva without loosing the coyote's member form her muzzle. She recupped Jessie's' balls in her palm and pushed her finger into his tail hole, milking his prostrate.
The coyote yelped lurched and came so hard the first three sprits almost choked the collie before she could swallow. She wiggled her finger against his prostrate and fingered the top of his balls as she sucked hard on his pulsing member.
The coyote rocked swooning in dizzy bliss. Dawn looked up at the euphoric coyote and gave a little hum deep in her throat that turned into a reverberating growl.
The coyote's knees buckled and he fell foreword on his knees, forcing Dawn to stop her menstruations his seed spurting on the dusty ground. Dawn kissed the still dazed coyote on the muzzle her tongue lacing over his canines. She massaged his tongue with hers, tracing about the backs of his sharp teeth before he had a mind to return the kiss. Jessie's' tongue carefully explored the collies' muzzle and the root of her tongue as hers remained in his mouth.
the canines broke apart, Dawn looking to Jessie with a crooked smile and with a flutter of her sapphire blue eyes she reached behind his ears pulling his head foreword as she leaned back in the desert dust.
Jessie was soon scenting the sweet scent of the lust filled bitchs' sex as her paw drew his muzzle closer to her velvety white folds. Taking cue and pushing foreword of her guiding paw he stuck his nosepad to her hot vulva and lapped his tongue tip out for just a taste of the collie. Dawn murred and rested back on both elbows watching him slowly lick over her vulva. It seemed a paternal grooming at first but lost all contexts as his tongue went intentionally to her pink inner folds to the swollen nerve button just outside her vaginal opening.
Dawn murred petting the coyote between the ears as she teased a nipple with her finger. He was not spectacular, but he had an idea of what he was doing. She shifted her position spreading her legs more her tail under the prone coyote. She gave the coyote more room to work when she shifted and gasped in surprise and pleasure as he buried his tapered muzzle in her vulva, his nosepad pressed to her opening as he lapped at her wetly.
He pushed his nose tip into her canal, his saliva and her fluids made it easier every time he pushed into the collie his muzzle went further into her. Dawn barked with every push, she gripped Jessie's' ears, but in doing so she pulled her legs closer forcing the coyote farther out. She abandoned the attempt and held the back of her knees and spread her legs further.
Jessie pushed his muzzle into the collie up to half his muzzle. He breathed through the sides of his mouth in puffs as he worked his jaw in the collie pushing his tongue form his muzzle inside her.
Dawn yipped and howled as she felt the coyotes' tongue lap over the rough patch in her canal and over her cervix. Dawn dug her claws into the back of her legs as she tossed her head. She gasped suddenly her back bowing her toes spreading and curling as her body succumbed to the coyotes' tongue and muzzle.
Jessie pulled back coughing, forced out by the collies' fluid and the thrust of her legs as the flood of her fluids gushed into his muzzle and throat. He looked at the panting collie, her white Maine hair disheveled into a halo.
Dawn looked at the coyote still coughing a bit his muzzle and cheek ruffs sticky with her cum. She lifted herself on her elbows and took the back of his neck in her paw pulling him closer as she lifted herself up. She licked the coyote from his nosepad to between his ears. She didn't stop then, but kept putting her canine tongue to worked clearing her juices form his muzzle. Jessie murred to the attention. His paws wandered over Dawns soft white furred breasts. His paws sure and knowing as he cupped her supple breast caressing the nipple with a light feathered touch. Dawn whimpered pleasantly pressing herself to him. Jessie pressed the collie back to her curious gaze, but she complied. She was glad she had when she saw him pull his sheath away form his growing member. Her tail wagged a bit as she thought of being filled with his canine cock.
Dawn whimpered in pleasure as she felt him slip his rod into her all the way to his knot. She closed her eyes as she felt the small bulge of the coyotes' knot enter her. The top of his prepuce teased her clit as the back of Jessie's' rod length plunged the swelling knot into her body. Jessie lapped between dawns breasts as his pace quickened her arms wrapping about him holding him as he licked at her throat.
she leaned her muzzle down and licked him between the ears before she tossed her head back panting whimpering and yipping as the steely knot graded against her internal walls. She barked and barked louder and then into a howl as she felt the pulse of the coyotes seed fill her through his hard shaft. his knot pushed deeper into her the feel of his member embedded in her, then pulled back to pull at the inside of her opening, trapped by the large knot, to the coyote who cuddled up to her as he stroked and pulled his spurting knot trapped cock against her vaginal walls. Dawn took the break to pant and cool down, her long coat and the dessert heat were not friends. She felt dizzy and just let time slip away as the two lay locked together.
Dawn hated the empty feeling when the knot finally receded. But it was for the better. She took off her chaps and vest and sat in the cool shade of the mountain cave drinking from her canteen. the coyote looked at her admirably and licked one of her halffold ears. Just a tender lick, not the start of another rut.
Jessie thought of a few things to try to talk to her, but instead thought silence better. He really did like the collie, even before she took an obvious interest in his body. She seemed to take no other notices. Perhaps the journey on his life had found naught but another way station. He smiled to himself. He was a fool, on a fool's quest for belonging.
A soft kiss between his ears brought him out of his thoughts as he looked back to the collie standing over him with a beautiful canine smile that made the intensity of the sun dull.
" You ready to go on?"
The coyote looked confused quirking his ears." go on?"
Dawn laughed softly, "Show me where the rest spot was."
Ah, " the coyote understood with a little disappointment, "we're pretty much on it now." He kicked up dirt and rocks around the opening and about five inches down scraped up ash from an old fire pit. Dawn giggled in glee and held her paws to her chest exited that she was right, and she was going to rub the archeological societies' nose in it. But before she imagined names to do it to she needed to make sure this wasn't just a transient miner camp or other camp she was not looking for. She looked about the step and put her chaps back on. She was going to need them now.
She broke out her sample kit and began digging around the fire pit. Jessie watched her and tried to help. Dawn looked up at him, making him pause in his stumbling efforts. Shaking her head with an almost motherly smile she handed the coyote a trowel and hand shovel.
"Here like this," she used the side of the folding shovels' head to scrape away dirt until another layer was discovered, but still nothing so she scraped on as the coyote watched attentively. The collie stopped as she began to hit some rocks and streaks of discoloration. "see." she pointed to the rubble and discolorations. "You want to dig down to some change and poke around a bit to see if there is anything there. She took the trowel and an ice pick and probed the aria with the ice pick until she hit something in the discolored part. She looked up at Jessie who watched with rapt attention. Satisfied she was not wasting her breath she went on excavating the potential find. She felt excited when there was a scraping sound under the trowel. She dug around the object.
Jessie was shocked when she huffed sitting back up and jerked the object up in obvious contempt. She flashed him a look at a rusty can lid before frisbeeing it off the side of the mountain.
" What was that?" he asked befuddled, staring down the steep ridge after the object.
Dawn sighed. "It means that this site has been contaminated by at least the 1920s'"
Jessie ohed and looked back at her. She began scraping a larger aria in the same spot. The coyote getting the jist of it took the unused trowel and began a smaller scraping in a different aria.
Dawn looked up to see the diligent yet very amateur work the coyote was doing. She loved the way he set every piece of junk he found to the side after careful examination. A few times she had to explain that some rocks looked like tools, but were really just chance breaking. She watched him dig on undaunted. She herself was having no luck and the sun was beginning to beat down hard.
Jessie felt a paw on his shoulder. He looked up squinting at the collie. "It's getting too hot and it's lunchtime. That and I need to get my better tools up here."
Jessie nodded picking up the trowel and standing. He followed the collie down. He loved the shimmer of her coat in the desert sun. Her coat was too hot for the weather but she looked like she belonged here. A true Texas desert rose. He smiled at her when she looked back at him. She was panting hard and drinking a lot. The heat really had just begun to touch him, but she had to be miserable in the pounding heat.
She slumped down panting hard in the shady spot her camp was made in. She sipped water and closed her eyes resting.
She moved a bit when the coyote began pulling off one of her boots.
"Not now," she whurphed " it's too hot."
Jessie shook his head. "No, I'm taking your boots off so you cool off faster."
The collie nodded approval and he took both her boots off. He took the canteen form her and poured water on her feet, then pulled her paw over and poured water on her paw.
"The foot paws and paws have more vascularity, so we can cool off or warm up faster if our paws are warm or cool."
Dawn noticed almost an immediate change as he poured water over her foot paws. He explained the process to her and she smiled to him. "I will remember that. It's always been hard out here for me, now I know I can cool off."
The coyote grinned at her and nodded happily. He made himself comfortable and lifted the white furred collie foot paws onto his lap. He kneaded the main pad firmly, looking to the paw rather than her.
"So, do you come out here often?" He could have shot himself for using that line. But it got him a response.
"All the time." the collie happily spoke " I'm not a really social bitch, I just like to come out here and be free." She put a paw over her tight stomach, catching the attention of the coyote. He then looked to the white that covered her soft collie mound. She shifted a little, by chance maybe, and he could see to her tail hole. They sighed in us ion and looked to each other with small smiles. Dawn broke the silence with a soft murr. "Thank you." she said softly to the coyote who had worked his way to one of her toes. He just kept his smile and massaged the collies' footpaw in his lap. His back was to her as he pressed his fingertips into her tough pawpad. Dawn sat up wrapping her arms loosely about his neck her arms resting on his shoulders.
Her breath was soft and even on his neck as she laid her muzzle on her arm. She made small murrs and sighs as the coyote pinched and rubbed over her footpad. She laid on her back again gripping white fur from her belly as Jessie became more aggressive in loosening the taunt tendons and knotted muscle in her calf working up to her knee before starting on the other footpaw.
Dawn sat back up as he patted her thigh and looked behind himself to her. She gave him a small kiss on the bridge of his muzzle. Her paws tingled and she felt as if she never wanted to stand again her feet felt so good. She looked over to the sunny part of the mountain and saw the blinding sun and shimmer of heat in the air. She sighed and leaned back on a rock.
"how long have you been here Jessie?"
The coyote gave a halfhearted shrug and turned to her sitting in canine fashion, which afforded her a very nice view. "Not sure really, maybe three years since I left the reservation. This place attracts a lot of wanderers. Transients of all sorts come here." The coyote looked in the distance. "witches, shawmen, outlaws, hikers, botanists, " the coyote ticked off several handfuls of the folks that wandered this range.
Dawn listened to him quietly. Perhaps this was a good traveling ground, problem was, all the site contamination.
"I suppose it's a place for the lost." The coyote said softly as he stared blankly at the rocky landscape.
"What do you mean?"
Dawn snapped the coyote from his thoughts " Oh, just that all those who are lost or want to be lost, come here." He gave a sad smile " and some folks who are looking for the lost."
He took the canteen from dawn and drank deeply, careful not to spill too much out the side of his muzzle.
"So what are you looking for here."
"I'm not sure, I'm one of the lost. I just am here, because I don't even know what I'm looking for." He shrugged again. It seemed habit to shrug, a familiar action to his being. An air of not knowing.
"You're not going to find it here." She made a passing gesture over the terrain."
Maybe, maybe not." I haven't found anything, I'm thinking maybe if I stick to one spot, anything can find me."
Dawn gave a short sniff and shook her head. " I hope you are found poor poor misfit."
Jessie chuckled at her sarcastically condescending tone and laid on the cooler ground. He couldn't help but entertain the fantasies in his head. Ones with the collie bitch. He really liked her. He didn't feel so lost with her. He felt more restful with her. But she came here to find traces of a lost civilization, not a lost dog.
But still. He only had to think of the deep blue of her eyes, and the desert was a cool place, and he wanted to wander nowhere else. Settling, that was what she was, very settling.
Dawn heard her compatriot murmur something in a half dozed state. Settlements or something. She figured he was thinking of what was in the aria he could show her. Maybe this would be a more productive trip if she found a whole settlement to laugh about in the faces of the society. But the oppressive heat wore on her and she herself slept the noontime sun away.
She awoke to find the coyote watching her. He smiled as she looked to her, "ah you're awake."
The collie shook her head, clearing the grogginess that the heat induced sleep left her with. Huh? Yea, give me a minuet." The collie took a drink form her canteen, leaving it on a rock as she went behind a bolder. She caught a glimpse of the coyote smirking and felt embarrassed she was conscious of his watching her yet he could touch her physically in more intimate ways. She hated that bit of society programming. Two folks in a desert and modesty was a concern even naked.
But the piece of pottery that the coyote taunted her with took her mind form her embarrassment to the task she came for. She took it from his paws and looked closely at it, It was well preserved and had all the makings of a pre-colonial pot. The layers of clay and impurities along the broken surfaces. "where did you get this?"
The coyote took her paw and lead her about fifty meters form the camp and in a small hole were other large shards of a clay pot.
"I was digging a cat hole when I found it." He shrugged and smiled at the humorous look on the collie's muzzle.
"that's how some of the most important discoveries are made." She laughed, "when you least suspect it."
The collie fully awake now ran back to her camp and returned with the trowel and other tools. Together they worked in unearthing a pretty good sized dump. That's what it looked like, there were pots and objects from several hundred years of occupation. Like a community was around long ago. There were little to no metal objects, most just site contamination but a few were placed at least two hundred years ago, a bent silver fork. It was Spanish by design but had Dutch markings. She cataloged her finds and began filling the cardboard boxes she brought. Jessie took photos and most of the documentation. He was a fine assistant, she wondered if it was because of her, or he found something he felt a part of and understood. Some details he was able to give about finds that she did not know.
She now began the mental list of who she would rub noses into her find. Jessie and Dawn worked the site, for three days, the heat oppressive and forbidding too much progress halted work and wore the collie out. The coyote was affected but was more adapted for the climate. She thought about cutting her coat shorter, but she was a collie and would just then get sunburned and be miserable. But the cool canteen showers and paw rubs with cool water by Jessie helped her a lot.
It had been two weeks, she was running out of supplies and room in her small jeep. She would have to cover the site and return later with a team funded by the society. She would miss the ability to be free with so many around but this was her passion, and what paid the bills. The only thing she worried about would be Jessie. She knew he liked,.. no, she couldn't lie to herself, he loved her. She did like him, but love was something that she hadn't time or inclination to. But Jessie was still a good dog. She watched the stars in the night sky after another wonderful rut with the coyote. He was still lodged inside her, laying over her. They had been missionary when he knotted her. She had never had a lover explore her other aspects as much as this coyote. She herself never knew that a touch just under her left ear while her right was licked would make her so hot. Or the way his fingers sifted through the fur on her chest between her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and he never touched them until his cold nose and hot tongue lapped over them.
She shifted her hips moving the hard knot trapped in her so deep aroused again just by thinking of how this coyote treated her. She had sex, he made love. She stroked his head softly, twirling one of his perked ears around her finger idly as his head rested on her soft breasts. She had to resolve this before it got too serious. She really didn't want to hurt the infatuated coyote, but she had her life to think about.
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Dawn awoke beside the coyote in her tent. She gave him a soft lick on his nosepad and slipped out of the tent. She began breaking down and packing her tools. By the time Jessie woke dawn only had to break down the tent to be finished. The coyote looked to her with a scared smile.
"what's going on? Moving camp?" but he really knew what was happening. And hung his head after he asked.
"I have as much as I can carry, I will have to get a team together to excavate everything, but this," she implied her jeep full of boxes, "will convince the society to grant me the money for a dig."
She honestly couldn't look at him. She was afraid to see what his expression was. But in a flash she felt a hit from behind, a tackle, she stumbled and fell on her knees with a yip, she felt her tail moved and her body entered fast and hard. She gasped and yipped in surprise as his arms surrounded her middle as he humped her doggy style, truly doggy, a fierce animal pounding, his knot thrust into her body harder than she had ever felt, and pulled against her pubic bone that trapped the knot in her. She howled lowly between her panting, felling his balls slap against her, then tense and tighten as he mounted her more furiously. She howled like the coyotes she often listened to, like the one behind her. Their voices together in the deserts hot sands.
She felt the pulses of the coyotes long orgasm, thinking it over she slumped her upper body down to rest, she felt dizzy form the fast animal fuck. She felt him shift, then felt the pull as he lifted his leg over her and stayed with her tail to tail. She murred at the tight pull of the knot as his hot seed continued to fill her. She almost wished she was in heat with the filling feeling he gave her. "thank you " she said between pants.
I did it more for me than you. " the coyote confessed. " I wanted to have you one last time."
Dawn sighed, he was breathless but the heavy feeling in his words made it hard to leave him. She concentrated on the feel of the coyote inside her, letting later come later.
After about forty-five minuets the filling knot again pulled form her. She stood up and dusted the sand form her and turned to the coyote. He gave her a weak smile and went over to the tent, and broke it down and put it in the jeep. He pulled a piece of paper from the corner of a notebook and wrote on it.
The coyote turned to Dawn and hugged her tightly, she hugged the coyote back, she could feel his adoration for her. He really did love her. She sighed softly to herself tightening the hug to him. She felt loved, but sad she didn't feel the same.
"I will be back." She tried to soften her leaving, with a little hope
"Here"
She took the paper and looked at it. Two phone numbers and an address.
"It's where I can be contacted always, if you change your mind."
He turned with a look back a little ways away as he left her. Dawn watched the coyote go out in the distance, when he was gone she crumpled the paper into her paw and made a toss, but when she pulled her arm back the paper was still clenched in her paw. She couldn't help remembering the coyotes' feelings for her. Maybe she would come back and play cowgirl and Indian again. She smiled at that and trotted to her jeep, putting the paper in her glove compartment with the arrowhead. She would find other lovers, she might even let the coyote pass, but for now, she hoped the best for him, that he would find what he needed.
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