A knock emanated from Cassidy's front room door.
She was actively preparing a dinner salad, chicken caesar salad with buffalo hot wings on the side, the best of both worlds - spicy and savory. An HDTV played classic rock from the eighties, displaying an equalizer line that jiggled and swayed to the music intricately on cue. Cassidy propped one of the windows in the kitchen open for fresh air, gazing out over her glorious motherland. She had returned from a business trip taken on a bullet train to St. Petersberg and felt excessively lively, as if travel-lag symptoms had finally dissipated. Plus she hadn't had a proper date night in months, maybe even a year or two. 
Cassidy placed down a serrated carving blade used to dice iceberg lettuce and wiped her hand-paws on a frilly pink apron worn over her casual attire - blue T-shirt with a smiley-face winking and smirking, a beige-chocolate colored pleated skirt, green-striped undergarments and ankle-high white socks. She almost looked like a displaced schoolgirl. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and her slender German shepherd ears flicked and jerked with each nuanced sound made. 
Including the knocking at her door. 
"Oh my gosh, he arrived early! Okay, Maxwell... okay, IT'S OPEN! COME IN! I hope that's him." Cassidy said, hollering at the door, making sure the stovetop burner didn't char buffalo sauce to one of her finest cooking pans. She heard the doorknob creak and the large wooden slab swing inward, squealing on rusted hinges. The sound chiseled a path through the TV's music playlist, now rocking out with a classic Scorpions hit. 
"Hi, Cassidy-love!" A low, masculine voice exclaimed. Cassidy felt her heart melt and her knees quiver from that voice alone, so attractive in nature. She had immediate memories of the amazing skiing trip Maxwell took her on and their first night spent in each other's company at Heinmann's Honeymoon Hideaway, how he'd brewed hot tea with Feral Times and wound up engaging in non-stop sexual feral-on-anthro intercourse with her. She felt a tiny twinge of dampness forming between her inner thighs at the thought alone. She also caught a distinctive whiff of musk and earthen cinnamon, enticing and absorbing to her scent palette. Maxwell always knew how to sport his colognes accordingly.
The TV shifted from Scorpions to AC/DC and Max strolled into her front room, swinging the large oakwood door shut behind him, not even bothering to turn the padlock. He used his telekinesis on it instead, winking and jerking his head funny to turn the knob clockwise and lock the door. He carried a small four-pack of pear hard cider in his hand-paw and a small boquet of red and pink carnations in the other. His ringed tail swayed with innocuous force as he sang along to the first couple verses. Cassidy ran up to Max and held her arms out. He walked into her fond loving embrace and they exchanged a tender, affectionate hug. Their tails brushed off each other and their muzzled rubbed together, tangling their whiskers slightly. 
"How've you been, man?! I'm glad you could make it!" Cassidy said, bopping her nose against his cheek. She loved how soft and fluffy his fur felt, genuine shepcoon fur.
"I've been recovering, slowly and steadily. You heard about what happened with..."
"Yeah, I heard the latest news from Gus. I'm so terribly sorry, Maxwell." Cassidy said, caressing a hand-paw to his cheek. She couldn't imagine being rejected by a dear friend after so many years. Cassidy aimed at ensuring Max would completely forget his old ex, soon enough. She caught scent of the flowers through the smell of Max's sweetness and her cooking and her eyes lit up. "Ooh! For me?" Cassidy asked, tail wagging excitedly.
Maxwell, visibly distracted with his mind fixated on thoughts located thousands of miles away, shrugged himself back into attentive consciousness and he smiled wide. "Sure are! I got 'em from a streetcorner vendor. Lots of those around this area!"
"Yes, there's always people selling wares for all the right reasons. They're very pretty and smell amazing, thank you!"
"Ah, right on! That actually reminds me of someone..." Max said, smirking and lightly fondling at Cassidy's belly, tucking his finger-paw beneath her shirt and dragging it in circles around her navel. "...someone I know really well."
"Who, the fairy godmother?" Cassidy asked, giggling slightly. 
"Very funny." Max snickered, rolling his one good eye. Cassidy laughed, healthy and vibrant, then gave Max a kiss on his snout and grinned, pearly white teeth glistening from the dying rays of twilit sunlight cast forth through her front room windows. A wall clock read four-thirty and the TV cut away from the music briefly to play a small twenty-second ad, recited in Russian and pertaining to local gutter cleaning services. 
"No, I meant that you are pretty... and smell fantastic." Max whispered into her ear, hugging her close, feeling her breasts press up against his own chest, warmth and comfort incarnate. He reached down further and flicked a single finger-paw at her clitoral hood, surprised at how moist she felt down below. He cocked his brow and proceeded to probe a finger around her vaginal area, poking at her clit and stretching out her labia folds, sliding his finger-paw against slippery shepgirl pussy-flesh. Max yanked his hand-paw free from her panties and raised it up to his nose, sniffing and licking her raunchy fluids clean, addicted to her estrus, yearning to make her scream his name out loud. "Like I said, you smell - and taste - fantastic. I missed you so much." Maxwell said, hugging her again. Cassidy moaned and licked at his neck, already feeling such strong overwhelming passion for him. 
"I missed you too, darling. Its great to see you though! And I thank you very much for the flowers, that's incredibly sweet of you." Cassidy said, holding back the urge to weep tears of joy. She walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a whisk to stir the buffalo sauce, almost forgotten about on the stovetop burner. Max followed along behind her and grabbed hold of the refrigerator door to place his ciders inside and keep cool. He grabbed one bottle for himself and one for Cassidy before shutting the wide fridge door. He used his teeth to crack open his bottle and Cassidy grabbed her bottle from his hand-paw, twisting the cap open. Max shrugged and chuckled. Cassidy snorted back laughter. 
"To a fine evening spent with quality company." Maxwell said, raising his bottle to eye-level. Cassidy followed suit and smiled at him, feeling a tiny plume of blush breakig out upon her cheeks. "Let's make tonight as savory for each other as possible and learn to move on from our old transgressions. Let's remind ourselves why we're so lucky to have each other in our lives." Max smiled at Cassidy, completely infatuated from head to toe with her. He raised his bottle up into the air. "Nasdarovje!"
"Nasdarovje!" Cassidy repeated. They both held their bottles upward, clinked the glass necks together and downed their brews. Maxwell finished first and belched with the force and velocity of a six-point-three earthquake. Cassidy took a deep breath and gave her own burp, causing her kitchen window to rattle in its frame. Max almost thought he'd felt the vibration through the floorboards, on his feet. 
"Holy fuck. Impressive!" Max said, wide-eyed and aghast. Cassidy giggled and winked at him, chucking her bottle into a nearby recycling bin. 
"Never underestimate the power of a thirsty shepgirl." Cassidy said, standing righteous and proud. Max snickered and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, shoving his muzzle against hers and planting a thoroughly erotic kiss. They made out, wrestling tongues and interlocking teeth, for a brief moment before Cassidy came to and brushed his dreadlocks back behind his head. She put a finger-paw to his lips and shushed him.
"Are you hungry, love? I hope so."
"I've got a certain hunger, admittedly." Maxwell said, reaching up to gently fondle one of her breasts. She moaned and reached down to squeeze at his bulging crotch.
"Let's save that for dessert..." Cassidy replied, softly rubbing at his extension through his jeans, fantasizing how awesome he'll feel buried knot-deep inside her later. 
Max let her breast go and kissed her forehead, swigging down the last of his cider. Cassidy hunched down to open an oven door, removing a tray of freshly-baked chicken wings. She placed the steaming tray upon one of her kitchen counters, shut off the burner heating the buffalo sauce and grabbed the pan. She pulled a spatula from a stein filled with other various kitchen utensils and proceeded to scoop out the sauce, slathering it over every wing liberally. The scent alone made Maxwell's tastebuds sing as he took over salad-preparing duties, pitching in to help a bit. He was used to helping prepare meals with Gus and Maile back at home, halfway across the world.
After Cassidy put the glazed hot buffalo wings in a bowl, she poured a healthy portion of bleu cheese sauce into a side-dish and brought the goods over to a dining-room table, unfolded and propped into a nearby corner. Two folding chair were placed on each side of the open table. Cassidy put the bowl and dish down in the center, then adjusted the plates and silverware she'd placed at the table, just before starting the meal as a whole. She sat down and took a moment to relax, stretching her arms up over her head, yawning wide-mawed with her eyes squinted shut.
Maxwell threw on parmesan and croutons, then cut up a full breast-filet of chicken and scattered it across the top of the salad, applying a finishing touch of dried basil garnish. He lifted the silver serving tray and walked over to place it beside the bowl of hot wings. When he sat down, Cassidy grabbed for both his handpaws and closed her eyes, dipping her head down to her chest, chin touching a tiny tuft of cleavage-fur growing wildly. Max was slightly perturbed by her actions, unaware and slightly confused. It wasn't until she began to speak that he realized Cassidy was offering grace before their meal.
"Holy Creator, we thank you for this food which we are about to indulge in. We thank you for your blessings and your influence. We pray that you watch over my friend Maxwell during a particularly difficult time in his life," Cassidy squeezed one of Max's hand-paws gently in reaction, "and we pray that you guide us along on the right path to pure joy and happiness. We are eternally grateful to all the blessings you grant unto us, including our ability to spend time with each other. Amen."
"Amen. Thank you, Cassidy." Maxwell said, wiping a single tear from his eyelid, clearing his throat. Cassidy gazed at Max with wide, awestruck eyes.
"Did my grace make you cry, mister shepcoon?!"
"Ya kiddin'?! Its the freaking buffalo sauce, spicy. That's all. I swear." Max said, sniffing deep and giggling at her. One of his ears had curled down and lay droopy against his dreadlocks. Cassidy placed a hand-paw to her lips and chuckled softly. 
"Yeah, sure it is... I love you, Maxwell." Cassidy said, reaching across the table to grab his hand-paws in a loving tender handheld caress. 
"I... well, shit. I love you too. Thanks so much for going over and above to make this awesome supper! You totally rock, Cassidy. My God." Maxwell said, massaging her handpaws in his own. 
"And I thank you for the flowers and cider, its really tasty! I've never tried pear before." Cassidy said, twirling a small lock of blonde hair between her finger-paw tips. Max reached over and helped himself to a single wing, a drumstick leg piece. He scooped a portion of bleu cheese dip with a spoon and spread it to one corner of his plate, then placed a few more wings down and covered the missing gap with salad, ensuring he got a equally proportionate serving of everything.
"I only tried it recently myself. You have made an incredible buffalo sauce, my dear. This is absolutely succulent." Maxwell exclaimed, chowing down like a large bear awoken from a lengthy hibernation.
"You knocked out a mean salad too, good sir. I thank you for helping me out a bit!" Cassidy said, licking her lips, cleaning off a smudge of buffalo sauce. The TV decided to shut itself off due to a long stretch of inactivity. Max and Cassidy ate dinner over convenient peace and quiet, hearing only the high-pitched whirring from her AC unit and a distant flow of traffic from outside her kitchen window. A horn blared and pigeons cooed, perched upon Cassidy's windowsill. The evening was settling in at a rapid pace, sun lowered past the distant western horizon. The sky burned with crimson, salmon and greyish-orange. 
"The pleasure is all mine, beautiful shepherd cutie."
Maxwell and Cassidy exchanged a wink. Max blew her a kiss and she received it admirably. They held hands across her dining room table while finishing up their meals. Cassidy scooped the leftovers into a foil-covered bin and placed the goods in her fridge while Maxwell washed their dishes, scrubbing at the plates with a soapy washrag. He was polishing her silverware and gazing out the open kitchen window at the day's dwindling sunlight when Cassidy wrapped her arms around Max's waist and hugged him, head pressed against his backside, muzzle resting upon his nape. He always felt so warm and snuggly, something Cassidy admired extensively about Maxwell. His German shepherd-raccoon hybrid fur was beyond cozy. She had imagined how a pillowcase or a large warm bedsheet with his fur would feel. Max reached for a towel, dried his hand-paws off, placed the towel on a slim metallic rack suspended beneath the windowsill, turned around and kissed Cassidy's forehead. 
"Ready for dessert, Cassidy-San?"
"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask." Cassidy said, nibbling at one of his earlobes with erotic intensity. Maxwell licked his lips and reached behind her head, removing her hairtie and freeing her gorgeous blonde hair, watching it sway and bounce against her shoulders. They left the kitchen and proceeded to her bedroom, down a small thin hallway lined with framed photographs of Cassidy through her youth: a picture of her as a cub standing with her parents and older brother, slightly aged. Another picture of her and her brother, a bust-shot closeup. A clustered series of photos showed Cassidy performing a random assortment of activities, most likely from her high school years - decked out in protective gear at a roller derby rink, bundled up in warm clothing while ice skating, leaping from a pool to bat away a volleyball by way of water polo - Maxwell was surprised at how much she'd done through her years. She was very active and healthy.
This isn't what caused Maxwell to feel so very smitten with Cassidy, though. 
Once they arrived at her bedroom, she shut the door and cracked open a window above her headboard, causing cool evening air to gust in, blowing the windowsill's curtains aside. Cassidy sat down on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs, shrugging her shoulders and giving Max a coy teasing gaze. She beckoned him to come closer and he obeyed, kneeling down in front of her. Cassidy reached down to rub his ears softly as Maxwell made his move, groping her ankles and spreading her legs wide. Her skirt slid down to her waist and Max immediately smelled her sweltering feminine aromas through her striped panties. Maxwell's belly grumbled and he belched again softly. 
"Mm, pardon me." Max said to Cassidy. She giggled softly and rubbed his forehead. 
"You are pardoned, love."
"Cassidy, are you ready for me to..."
"Yes. I want you to. I need you to. Please don't hold back, Maxwell!"
"Mmm... famous last words?"
Cassidy spread herself as wide as she could manage and reached down between her legs to fondle at her pussy, causing her panties to grow further dampened. Any dog from a mile away could smell her estrus and come running, ready to knock up the sexy shepbitch in heat. 
"Fucking damn right, man! If you aren't too full from dinner, I'd love for you to tonguefuck me into a daze of pure orgasm. Ready to fuck me with your muzzle, hot stuff?" Cassidy said, feeling a little weird blurting out such radical expletives but caring not a single bit for she was far too turned on.
"Yes, ma'am!" Maxwell said, He grabbed hold of her inner thighs and kept her legs spread, kneecaps resting upon his shoulders, as Maxwell yanked her panties to the side, tugging at soft cotton. Once he'd exposed her sex, he shoved his wide-open maw against the puffy pink swollen heated surface of Cassidy's vagina and slid his tongue in deep. He felt a tiny hint of resistance, her pussy growing tense from the sensation of his tongue inserting her orifice, but the feeling faded away quickly and he lapped and licked at her, sucking and nibbling on her labia folds for good measure. He surprised Cassidy by sliding his tongue down to her tailhole, rimming her while fingering off her pussy. Cassidy pinched at her exposed clit and one of her perky erect nipples and felt herself drain upon his face. The sensations of his tongue violating her ass proved to be overwhelmingly arousing to Cassidy, enough for her to burst into an immediate climax. She arched her back and lay down on her bed, squeezing her legs tightly around his head as Maxwell tonguefucked her senseless. She shrieked and whimpered, nibbling at one of her knuckles, looking down at Maxwell's attentive face staring back at her, eye flooded with raw lust and desire. 
"Maxwell, you are so fucking good at eating me out... how do you do it?"
Max smiled and cocked his brow, then used finger-paw tips to spread her pussy wider than before. She yanked her panties off and flung them to a corner of her room. He sunk his snout into her pink fleshy shepgirlhood and proceeded to masturbate unto her with his muzzle. His tongue also reached deep, flicking at her cervix. One of his whiskers brushed against her G-spot and Cassidy clenched up tight, gritting her teeth and shrieking aloud as she felt her crotch completely spray Maxwell with seminal reproductive nectar. 
"One lick at a time, that's how." Maxwell said, slightly muffled by her pussy resting upon his lips. He nibbled at her clit one more time for good measure and she leaked herself again, dazed and incomprehensible, eyes slightly crossed and rolled back into her head. She was suspended on cloud nine and her body felt distant, like an outward extension of her spirit watching her body immersed in pure uninhibited soul-stealing oral intercourse. Maxwell planted butterfly kisses upon her mons, gave her swollen clit a final lick, then began to slather his tongue up her body, kissing her belly and abs and ribs, her chest and boobs, her nipples, her armpits and shoulders, neck, cheek and eventually returned to making out with her, French-kissing as if they were pornstars filming their finest work of all, their crowning achievement.
Cassidy smelled Max's pungent musky arousal immediately and her brain spun into a dizzying cacophany of desire. She suddenly found herself craving Maxwell's thick knotted shepcoon dick, drippy with precum and throbbing, his stiff pink rod of unbelievable pleasure would be all hers upon this fine evening. 
"My love, you are incredible. Here, now its your turn." Maxwell said, hoisting himself up onto his feet. Cassidy remained sat at the edge of her bed. She groped Max's buttocks and pressed her snout against his crotch, sniffing deep. His musk drove her crazy and she worked at yanking his pants off, pulling them down around his ankles. When she reached his girth, she was reminded of why she loved Max so much. 
"Fuck, I love your dick... this'll make for a fine dessert, I believe." 
"That's the spirit!" Max said, encouraging her to proceed. 
Cassidy squeezed at his erect knot and guided his dick into her open maw. She lapped and licked his dick immediately, smothering his shaft and tip with her warm shepgirl tongue. Maxwell groaned and panted, then yipped and growled low as she slid his dick all the way into her mouth, poking his tip at the back of her throat, feeling his balls press against her chin. Cassidy loved deepthroating Maxwell's knotted dogcock with a pure uninhibited passion, almost as much as Maxwell enjoyed eating Cassidy out.
"Ooo! Aaa, mmm fuck yes, that's it! Damn, you say I'm good at this shit?! Girlfriend, you have no idea..."
Cassidy snickered and continued to suck him off, stopping every so often to polish off his tip and lap at his testicles, tasting his ballsweat and growing radically and ever-increasingly aroused.
G-gonna cum! Mmm fuck, I'm cumming! Swallow me, fuck yes!" Max said, He gripped hold of her head and holding onto her cranium like a bowling ball, Max thrust and humped into her face. Eventually his leg raised up on cue and he endured a thick orgasm, filling Cassidy's mouth with his luscious sperm. The shepgirl rubbed his cum against her chest, against her breasts, nipples and pussy. She proceeded to lubricate herself a bit in preparation for bigger and better things to come. 
"Mmm, that tasted fucking exquisite... maybe not as good as the caesar salad, but damn!"
"I think we have you to thank for that salad, I only arranged the ingredients. You are a very good cook, Cassidy. I think you might have missed your calling in life. You aren't a corporate secretarial-type, you are a trueborn badass warrior of any reputable kitchen! Gordon Ramsay, eat yer goddam heart out."
Cassidy licked her lips and swallowed the last of Max's cum. She tucked his dwindling stiffy into the gap of her cleavage and thrust her chest against his groin, giving Maxwell a slight tittyfucking. Max grabbed her shoulders and thrust into her boobs as Cassidy's tongue lapped at his cock-tip with each thrust. Max could smell Cassidy's heat now, incredibly potent and rich, a sickly-sweet scent. 
"I don't think even Gordon Ramsay got it this damn good." Cassidy said, sprawling out wide and laying back down on her bed. She removed her skirt and pulled her shirt up over her head, partially wearing it on her bicep. Max knelt down on her bed and positioned himself over her body, kissing her passionately and squeezing at one of her breasts. Cassidy reached down and guided Maxwell's rapid thrusts into her spread-wide needy shepgirl pussy. As soon as their genital flesh connected, Maxwell howled aloud like a wolf and broke down into an instinctual flurry of humping. He penetrated Cassidy and she bit down on his neck to stifle her screams of raw uninhibited lust. Max's balls smacked hard against her shepcoon-saliva-lubed tailhole and her breasts jiggled against his pierced nipples. 
"AAA OMYGOD MAX YES!! YES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARDER!! GOD YES, HARDER!!!"
Maxwell obeyed, increasing his speed and aggression. He smacked against her pelvis and repeated her name while licking at her neck and tits. Max felt her tail tickle his ballsack a little and he was immediately provoked. He slammed his knot into her vagina repeatedly, holding onto her body for dear life, solidly maintaining her pose. Cassidy's tongue rest upon Max's neck and her screams continued to echo out into her bedroom as she let Maxwell fuck her silly in a missionary position. 
She eventually decided to go for a new position and she shoved Max off her body, feeling his dick slip free from her pussy, popping out with a tiny wet smack. Cassidy turned her body around and propped herself upon her hands and knees, waving her rump at Max, making sure her tail was pulled back far enough for him to gain access easily. He hugged against her backside and thrust himself into her cum-slickened tailhole, riding her ass diligently.
"OH MY FUUUUCK YES FUCK MY ASS BABY FUCK ME SO HARD AAAH GOD I LOVE IT!!!" Cassidy pulled her head back and held her tongue out upon her lower lip as she embraced Maxwell's doggystyle skills. Max grabbed hold of her hips and continued to thrust into her with wild repetition. He reached around and fondled at her pussy while fucking her up her ass with raw passion. Cassidy felt his knot slide in and out of her stretched tailhole, felt her pussy dripping freely with each rough thrust. Max eventually let her pussy go and reached up to grab both her breasts, cupping her bosoms in his shepcoon grip.
"Cum for me, bitch..." Max whispered, feeling her tail prod against his navel. Max kept thrusting into her for another few minutes until he felt a low brooding tingle emanate from his groin. He felt a sprain trying to settle into his left leg and he refused to acknowledge that painful sensation, only continued to focus on fucking Cassidy as hard as she wanted him to and to hell with any threats of a Charley-horse disturbance.
"Max, I'm cumming... gonna cum with your dick in my ass OMYGOD IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD, SO DEEP! I'M SO FULL, PLEASE VIOLATE ME! FUCK ME UNTIL I FAINT!!!"
Max licked at her nape and cradled her muzzle in his grip as he reached down and fingerfucked her pussy. They both reached orgasm at the same time. Maxwell's fingerpaw was wedged tightly in Cassidy's pussy as he felt a spray of wet warmth against his palm. He felt his knot clench inside Cassidy's ass as he finally reached his peak, groaning aloud and squirting ropes of jizz into her tailhole. 
He pulled himself out of her asshole, trailing a tiny rope of cum that had somehow miraculously stuck to his cock-tip. He rolled her over and raised her legs up over his shoulder, grasping her kneecaps and rubbing at her footpaws. He wiped his cock clean with his shirt and, spitting saliva onto his palm to lubricate himself in a pinch, thrust his dick into her pussy and smacked hard against her body. Max rubbed at her kneecaps and licked her toes as he felt himself orgasm a third time into her pussy, knot swelling and growing so fat and bulbous. He tied with her and locked in place, rubbing at her legs. Cassidy reached up and clenched his hand-paw in her grip. They held hands in a wam embrace for the next thirty minutes or so while Max remained tied deep in Cassidy, knot refusing to leave any time soon.
When his time had wrapped up, Max pulled himself free from her vagina and squirted upon her belly. He slid down and sucked on Cassidy's pussy, draining her of his spunk. He recognized his own taste interspersed with hers and felt another erection attempting to grow wild. He lay down beside Cassidy and kissed her, snowballing the shepgirl with luscious strides. Cassidy drank Max's semen from his lips and wallowed in the overwhelming urges of pure uninhibited lust as she relaxed in the messy, sweaty cum-stained aftermath of their incredibly extensive lovemaking. Cassidy was in dire need of a proper yiff session and she had Maxwell to thank for providing sweet relief. 
Cassidy thought about it but Maxwell said it aloud, thanks to his telekinetic nature. "No shit, this totally beats dinner and a movie by a longshot."
"I'm glad you feel the same way I do!" Cassidy said, licking Max's cheek and hugging him close. She wrapped her legs around his thigh and lavished in his presence. 
Max gazed over to her bedside and looked at a small LED clock. The time read five minutes after seven. The night was still young! He decided to rest up until early morning, when he'd guarantee Cassidy another round of nookie and breakfast in bed - leftovers ahoy! Maxwell leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"Successful date night?"
"Successful date night."
"Thanks for helping me forget, even for a little while."
"You are far more valuable than you realize, Max." Cassidy said, rubbing against his side.
"Maybe I'm not the only valuable one talking here." Maxwell replied with a grin. They kissed and Cassidy fell asleep latched onto Maxwell's side. She dreamed of adorable shepcoon puppies running along a vast picturesque meadow in a rural Russian countryside. She cracked a smile at the thought... so did Max. 
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