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Teobas Franklyn, a young dog fresh from engineering college, overcomes significant dangers building a railroad in a vast, untamed land. Rescat Carregan, vixen-officer in charge of his safety, has reasons of her own for celebrating with Teo.

I challenged myself to seamlessly insert a few additional fetishes into the latest chapter of Rob's steampunk adventure, Shovel on a little more coal. Ideally, this scenario differs in only one way: Rescat finds Teo has an unexpectedly large dogdick. Yep, it's just that simple. Enjoy! Posted with full permission, and some encouragement, from the author. Thanks, Rob. :3 Released under the Creative Commons BY-NC-SA license. Share, modify, and redistribute -- as long as it's attributed and noncommercial, anything goes.

Dramatis personae: Teobas "Teo" Franklyn: Australian shepherd; male; lightly built; early 20s. Professional bridge architect for the railroad. A bit naive and inexperienced. Colonel Rescat Ellea Carregan: Red fox; female; petite; late 20s. Officer in the Iron Corps. Very much in charge -- accustomed to getting her way and getting things done.

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T hey put the last of the supplies on the flatbed cars of the freight train, rather than carrying them by hand. Rescat Carregan decided to supervise the crossing from the cab of the locomotive, and at her urging Teo joined her. The engineer, an Iron Corps soldier, did not question their presence. Teo watched the steam gauges as the pressure built, licking his muzzle in anticipation.

Two bloody months! The engineer released the brakes, and the train began to move. Slowly, rolling forwards, past the remains of the palisade, past the sturdy iron pillars that cantilevered the bridge. Onto the smooth metal of the span itself, with the trusses slipping past to either side. Almost without ceremony the freight train slid forward, until they were on solid earth and the engineer began to brake again, pulling them smoothly to a halt in the new temporary camp.

"Well!" Rescat said. "There we are."

"What now?"

"Come along, come along... we have work to do."

The vixen did not bother with ladders; she hopped straight down, and made her way back towards the armored carriage that served as her office and quarters. Teo followed, and ducked in the open door. She had, he noticed, already penciled in the New Jarankyld line to her map of the Carregan Transcontinental System. "So -- oof!" Before he could finish, she had shoved him -- hard! -- down and into the bench. "Work?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned down to nip at his nose. "Don't play dumb, Teo." Her paws worked down his chest to where the buttons of his increasingly well-worn vest were still closed -- then popped them open quickly, like she might've torn open a musket cartridge. "Don't have time for you. To play. Dumb." By_for you_ her fingers were threading the buttons of his trousers; by_to play_ the fly was open, and by the last word her warm paw was fondling his crotch.

Teo had -- honestly at that -- told Allen Grensmann that his relationship with Rescat was entirely professional. This meant, chiefly, that he was forced to perform a new evaluation on the spur of the moment, and with the distraction of her slim fingers stroking the short, silky fur of his sheath. Their noses were touching, her amber eyes were focused with a hunter's precision on his own; then she squeezed him, firmly, and --

Rescat stiffened subtly, her slender muzzle quirked in momentary confusion. Her fingers loosened their grip on his sheath, then drew tight as she explored him. Again she tried to encircle him, squeezing harder, but failed -- the vixen was quite unable to make her fingers meet around the dog's unexpectedly ample sheath. Drawing back slightly, the fox peered through the gap between their bodies to inspect what she held. When their eyes met again, her quizzical expression carried a tinge of vixenly reproach.

Teo felt inexplicably chastised, yet he was doubly sure he knew neither the question being asked of him nor the answer. Puzzled, the shepherd said the only thing on his mind. "What?"

"How large_are_you, dog?"

"I don't --"

"You're a man of numbers, Teo, but you've never measured yourself? You really don't know what you've got, do you?"

Interrupting any stammered response he was about to give, Rescat's slim body pressed closer, forcing him back and into a bench that had not been designed for relaxation in the first place. "Well -- we'll fill that knowledge gap_later_..." Her breath was warm, and her lips were warmer still. She growled playfully when he kissed her, and the glint in her eye deepened. "Better," she drawled, and then locked her muzzle back to his, hungrily. Her fingers vanished; he felt her moving, shifting, and when his paws felt for her hips he found the coarse fabric of her uniform curiously absent.

The fur of her rear was soft over taut muscles, flexing under his fingers. Long months on the New Jarankyld Line had burned off most of the dog's baby fat, and his clothes no longer fit terribly well -- but he had nothing on the lanky Rescat, who was all lean muscle and well-kept fur over it. She might've weighed a hundred and ten pounds, soaking wet, and when she straddled him it was not a terribly uncomfortable weight to bear.

Her spread thighs pushed his generous length up and through the downy, plush pelt -- then briefly ground him against a soft, inviting warmth that had them both growling. "Soaking wet," the dog decided, was not altogether an inaccurate description. The vixen pushed her hips into his, as her thick, brushy tail swayed against his paws. Their bodies met again and the tail jerked in a heavy wag. She sat in his lap, squirming as the dog's cock rubbed against her stomach, reaching past her navel. Spurts of his precum matted her fur while his remarkable girth spread apart her thighs.

"This --" Rescat reached down, taking his engorged length in both paws, noting that there was room for a third, and placed him at her entrance "-- poses a slight engineering challenge, but..." She did not waste any time -- she never did. With a tooth-bared grin she dropped her hips down and they groaned together as he slowly entered her, sinking tightly into the hot embrace of her body. "Nothing worthwhile comes easily, Teo."

A long second later she pulled herself from him, her juices wetting almost half his length, and then settled down once more, very slowly, letting him feel every slow inch pushing up and inside her. She worked further down his shaft, taking a few more inches, and squeezed about him, her muscles rippling over his throbbing shaft, and when he groaned again she grinned wider. Nosing past his cheek, she giggled into the dog's fuzzy ear, her voice light and teasing. "That was for helping Jarvr..."

Another labored revolution of her hips stroked his sizeable cock through the soft, heated pressure of the vixen's folds and he felt her shivering breath against his sensitive fur when she claimed him fully, filling herself with the rigid girth of the canine's length and breathing a satisfied sigh into the dog's folded ear. "And -- that?"

"That." She squirmed in his lap, nudging the tip of his endowment against the furthest extent of her cunt as she ground into his crotch. Then she bit down on his ear, which lent her moan a muffled urgency, and let it pass before continuing. "That was for your bridge..." And she began to ride him steadily, pumping her hips on the dog's thick cock in a steady pace that had her gasping with every deep penetration.

"And --"

"Shut up," she panted into his ear. "This is just -- because I've -- wanted to fuck you for a week now."

He managed a grunt in reply -- didn't count as talking -- and let her. His paws grasped the vixen's slender hips, guiding her onto him as she moved faster, her panting becoming shallower as she worked herself on him, a mixture of their juices drooling down her thighs, matting her already-dark fur and staining the bench. She was tighter, much tighter than Mey had been -- smaller in stature and more athletic than the polecat, her every movement decisive and strong. The slippery walls of her cunny fluttered and pulsed around him as her quickening pace plunged more inches of him deep inside, enveloping the swelling bulge of his knot with a wet slurp that grew more pronounced every time she did it.

-- without warning, Rescat tugged herself completely free of him and stood up. His engorged doghood, plainly larger now than it had been going in, jerked and twitched, a rivulet of precum running from the tip. Feeling quite bewildered, Teo remained where he was, breathing hard as he watched her movements. Rescat leaned over the dog to reach the drafting table, giving him a close look at her rather flat chest as she grabbed a ruler. Kneeling at the dog's feet, she took his length in one paw and raised it vertical -- unsupported, his shaft tilted at a slight angle under its own weight -- then placed the ruler alongside. Muttering an oath, the vixen again chided him, watching his expression carefully. "Teo, you're nine inches and fourteen sixteenths, base to tip."

He looked at her blankly and shrugged. "Is that...so?"

Shaking her head, she gave him a wry smile and tossed the ruler back on the table, then clambered back on top of him. "Get back to work, dog..." Her short, sharp claws fastened on his shoulders. He shuddered with that dangerous, predatory teasing and when he began to move with her, thrusting up to meet the vixen's insistent bucking he was answered with a sharper clench of her strong paws. She groaned his name under her breath, the sound of her voice all strained and thin. And again -- and again -- until it sounded like she was half pleading for him to take her. The vixen shivered, her tempo growing uneven as her legs tensed up. "Teo..."

Colonel -- Rescat -- "Ellea," he panted. Thin, feathery bursts of very raw, very carnal delight were starting to tense and tease the dog's brain. His thrusting became sharper as the need to knot his new lover grew stronger and it took more mental effort than all four years of university had to fight the urge back. "Ellea I -- careful -- going to -- tie if you --"

Her answer was a moan that immediately rendered further protests futile. Rescat's back arched and she rolled herself against his crotch, stirring her insides with the thick flesh as it grated against her tightening folds. The vixen's sopping tunnel struggled to contain the sheer bulk of his knot, her slick flesh bulging outward as his shaft swelled further with every pulse of his heart. Teo growled and jerked his hips up, holding the vixen perched on his cock with that short thrust. She was built... differently than the polecat had been; the way her body squeezed and grasped at his canine length felt so much more natural. He heard her gasp, and then a whimper close to his ear. Another thrust dragged another whimper from her and her thighs spasmed and quivered, trapping his hips between them.

He couldn't move. The vixen had him fast. He bucked upwards -- two or three times, no more before he heard her keening yelp, and her snug folds tightened further. The pressure on his knot was too much -- like it was forcing the release from him, the sweet, aching pleasure that radiated in pounding waves as he groaned and flooded her with his warm seed.

Rescat was out of focus as she lay panting on his chest, her ears flattened back and her tail finally coming to rest. "Teo," she muttered. "Hey?"

"Mmf?"

"Did you need that as much as I did?"

"Maybe." He was still fighting for his breath.

The vixen's giggle was lighthearted and a little surprising, coming from her. Not a sound he expected. "You know, the same busybodies who try to keep you from using magic tell you this is a sin, too..." Her claws, which were no longer piercing his shoulder, toyed with his thick pelt instead. "Gotta show 'em wrong..."

It was not entirely lost on him that his father had, in fact, done both. Clearly it_was_ time to reevaluate such things. "Did we?"

"We got off to a good start." He felt something wet on his neck, and glanced from the corner of his eye. Rescat was lapping at him, grooming the dog's fur tenderly. "They call you_Kitten_, don't they?"

"Yeah..."

The licking halted, and was followed by an abrupt nip. "You're a dog, though. Collie?"

Not really. No tail. Ears slightly wrong. But who knew? "Somewhere back in my... my lineage..."

"Close enough. My dog..." Rescat stroked a paw over her stomach, as if to emphasize the faint swell at her core from his_contribution_. She worked her hips in a slow, circling grind that reminded Teo pointedly of his still swollen knot. "My nice, big dog..." He sucked his breath in sharply as a jolt of heated pleasure plucked at his overstimulated shaft. "Yes? You like that?"

Teo could only groan, and since she faced no objections the vixen started in earnest, working him slowly until the dog began to thrust in gentle strokes to meet her. Their hips clashed wetly, and his knot tugged heavily against clenching, warm pressure -- still swollen and, it seemed, not going anywhere.

"You're still so hard," she snickered, wonderingly. "I bet we could get you off again if we tried, huh? Think you didn't get enough in me the first time..." And as she spoke her voice faltered, and he could feel the unsteadiness as her lithe body asserted its own urges. They worked together slowly towards that goal. His length slid and shifted and pushed up at her from deep inside, his pointed tip prodding firmly at her cervix, squelching through the mess they'd already made.The first time.

He couldn't resist her. She was so nice and hot around him, such a perfect, tight fit. He nipped right back at her, biting down on the vixen's raven-black ears and his arching, insistent thrusts grew sharper. Her paws stroked his sides and she moaned quietly as a perfectly matched counterpoint to his movements. Sin? What the hell was that. It was_glorious_, every heated second of it, beckoning him to lose control...

The dog's knot was hot and pulsing as he thrust his trapped cock into her with a maddening urgency. As his hips rose, lifting her from the bench, the sensitive bulb bore most of her weight and shocks of smoldering delight seized his hips. There was a growing pressure, demanding -- he could see it rise like the twisting dial of a steam gauge. Close -- so close -- his paws quivering as he grabbed for the vixen's hips to hold her close.

Warmth in his ear. She was trying to speak. It took her a couple of attempts. "Are you going to fill me up again, Teo? I can feel how close you are..." she purred to him. His paws gripped harder and he hitched his hips desperately, letting her ride his final, giddy moments. "Go on... oh, that's it -- do it, Teo -- do it now! Teo!" she gasped a raspy bark to him as he shoved himself into her a final time, pushing past that tight ring to sink into her womb, and began pumping her full again, each pulse further distending her toned belly. The vixen was wailing, biting fiercely at his shoulder to quiet herself as she squirmed in his lap, her rocking grinds forcing him deeper, inches of thick dog cock working through her cervix as his seed flowed into her womb in strong, hot spurts.

Her fur was knotted and bunched between his fingers; their bodies were locked together intimately and utterly. He forced himself to let her go, smoothed down her pelt. "Ah, Ellea..."

"More like it? God, Teo, you don't hold back, do you?"

"I... well... if you want the job done right..."

"Do you know..." She rolled her shoulders, and then looked up at him with a smirk. "We are going to make a_very_ good team."