Tiny snowflakes danced their way down to the ground from an overcast sky, Cooper knew that they were likely the last of the year as he watched them through the windshield of his friend’s car. Jason had just put the vehicle in park and turned the radio down to almost nothing as the sound of three seatbelts unbuckling replaced the scratchy sound of the FM radio as it struggled to find a clear signal. As the belts slid back the occupants opened their doors and stepped out in the swirling flurries. The wintery air tingled Cooper’s nose as he stepped out onto the asphalt as the small flakes melted upon contact. The long winter had acclimated the canine to these conditions so despite his light attire of long sleeve red colored university shirt and jeans was quite comfortable. Cooper closed the car door with a dull whump, the window’s heavy tint reflecting the golden color of the yellow lab’s face as the other’s closed theirs, his reflection wiggling from the impact. He was pleased to see that his slightly shaggy looking dirty blonde hair was still ruffled just the way he liked it after the car ride. 
Cooper looked up, adjusting his square framed glasses as Jason clicked his keyfob and popped the trunk. The lid swung open on its own with only a mild creak as the three gathered around. Jason, a lanky looking tuxedo patterned cat shuffled his shoulders from the cold as he picked up his black rifle case from the small pile of rifle and handgun cases before handing Cooper his olive drab one. Jason wore a dark blue fleece jacket with black pants, his lighter frame and thinner fur proving ill suited to even this mild cold. One long gun case remained, unlike the others this one was made of aged brown leather. Its owner graciously accepted it from the black and white feline before also slinging the heavy, ammo-laiden range bag over her shoulder. Cooper didn’t know much about this girl other than that her name was Bailey, that she was a mutual friend of one of Jason’s work buddies and had asked to come to the range with them as the two friends tried out some new firearms they had purchased. She was a large German shepherd, dark furred with a strong build and a serious look that was partially obscured by the bangs of her just-longer-than shoulder length black hair . She wore gray work pants with a black hoodie and well used work boots. Cooper couldn’t quite make out the words on the hoodie but from the strange font and collection of skulls he assumed that it was some obscure metal band. 


“You ready man?” Jason asked his long time friend, the cat’s face brimming with excitement.


“Hell yeah dude.” Cooper answered back in a somewhat flat tone, his mind already looking through the scope. 


Jason closed the car’s trunk, the hinge repeating its squeak from earlier as Bailey spoke. 


“So you both have memberships here?” The shepherd asked as she flicked her hair out of her eyes. 


“Mhm.” Cooper nodded his head as Jason made for the entrance. “We started coming here a few years ago, it's a good place, clean and with decent ammo prices.” 


“C’mon guys!” Jason called from under the soffit, the slim feline eager to be out of the cold. 


“Yeah yeah!” his friend called back, giving Bailey one last look as their conversation was cut short. 


The interior of the building was rather simple, gray walls and carpet with drop ceiling, but the rows of rifles hung up on the walls more than made up for the bland decor. In the middle of the room was an island of glass cases all containing various handguns apart from the front one which contained an assortment of optics and suppressors. An employee stood behind a computer screen, the tall wolf looking past the monitor as three fresh customers walked in. The wall to their far right was nothing but ammunition displayed on tall shelves while bulk boxes were kept on the floor underneath. Cooper and Jason were used to all of this by now and confidently strode up to the jacked wolf behind the counter, his ball cap adorned with a military patch from his former unit. He greeted them both by name before turning his attention to Bailey. 


“You boys brought a friend this time?” He said in a friendly, heavily accented voice as the shepherd leaned her rifle case against the counter. 


“Something like that.” Bailey replied, leaning on her elbow in a relaxed pose to show that she wasn’t at all intimidated. 


“Sweet, well I’ll just have to have you fill out this waiver here and we’ll get ya all set.” 


A clipboard clacked down against the glass as the wolf clicked a pen and handed it to Bailey who didn’t bother reading the legal jargon printed on the sheet of paper before signing her name boldly on the line at the bottom.


“Alright, and are y’all gonna be needin’ any ammo today or are y’all set?” He asked, pointing back and forth between the three of them. 


“Nah man I think we’ve got everything but if we need something we’ll holler.” Cooper replied, picking up his rifle case. 


“Cool cool, well y’all have the range to yourself right now so just go ahead and take whichever lanes you want.” 


“Awesome, thanks man!” Jason said, the eagerness still present in his voice as he led the charge out to the firing line. 


Indeed the range was totally empty apart from the safety officer tucked away in his warm office. Cooper and Jason greeted him with a wave as the trio donned their hearing protection before entering the building. The range building itself was enclosed on three sides with concrete walls and floor and a series of segregated shooting lanes, each with a bench for two occupants. Downrange lay a whole crowd of brightly painted steel targets, some were just squares or rectangles while some popped down and back up when shot and others had moveable parts to simulate shooting drills. The maximum range wasn’t all that far at only about one hundred and fifty yards but it was more than enough to have fun. A light dusting of snow was beginning to build up on the ground downrange and all three were thankful for the powerful space heaters keeping the open firing line warm. 


“Here let's take the two in the middle.” Cooper suggested, the others nodded their approval and began setting their gear up. 


Cooper set his things down in the middle lane as Jason took the one next to him which left the other space in Cooper’s lane open for Bailey. He was keen to see what the big shepherd had brought today and he didn’t have to wait long as she began to unzip the leather case she had brought. 


“Woah…” The word was almost a gasp as the sight of a beautiful M14 emerged from the distressed leather.


This wasn’t a reproduction but a proper rifle, its walnut stock gleaming in the fluorescent lighting of the range. Suddenly the yellow lab felt a twinge of jealousy as he unsheathed his modern AR. The black rifle was fitted out with a new 4X optic, front grip, flash hider and white light. Several paychecks had gone into kitting out the new build and these were the first shots besides those he’d taken to zero the optic. One bay over Jason slid his new rifle out of its case, it was similar to Cooper’s except for the red dot and magnifier. 


“That is a beautiful rifle.” Cooper replied with a surprised chuckle, of all the guns he expected her to pull out of that case, an immaculate M14 was not one of them. 


“This was my grandfather’s, I inherited most of his collection when he passed.” Bailey said as she started fishing magazines out of the pouches sewn into the inside of the rifle case. 


The trio had taken the time to load their magazines before setting off for the range, their bag containing extra cartridges in their retail boxes or loose in small ammo crates.


“Thanks, I try to take good care of it.” Bailey’s eyes were focused on the rifle as she clicked the steel magazine into place and chambered a round. 


‘Alright let's see what you can do…’ the lab thought to himself as he watched Bailey take aim. 


The rifle boomed, the concussion from the report rattling Cooper for a moment as Bailey’s body absorbed the recoil, the loud ringing of steel from her hit adding to the cacophony. The yellow lab smiled to himself as he slid his polymer magazine into his rifle and hit the bolt release, sending it into battery with an audible metallic snap. Bringing the weapon up to his shoulder Cooper centered the red illuminated chevron on the head of the farthest silhouette target, controlling his breathing as he switched the safety off and gently squeezed the trigger. The rifle recoiled softly into his shoulder, but his head rang from the blast of two shots as Bailey squeezed off a round at the same time. The two bullets impacted mere centimeters apart from one another on the same target, the steel swaying from the force of the dual impact. Moments later another shot from Jason rang out and struck the plate of a hostage taker target, the small steel plate violently swinging to the other side of the otherwise normal silhouette target. Cooper flipped his safety back on and bright his face away from his scope, the canine content to watch Bailey shoot for a moment. Her face was one of pure concentration as she peered through the peephole of the rifle’s iron sights, the hefty recoil of the powerful 7.62 cartridge barely affecting her tough frame as she fired.


‘Does she lift or something? Normally a rifle like that would put a girl on her ass.’ He mused to himself as he watched the woman ring steel. 


It wasn’t long before Bailey had expended her twenty rounds of ammunition and she dropped the rifle from her shoulder. 


“Damn girl, you didn’t miss once!” Cooper exclaimed in a complimentary tone as he pressed the stock of his own rifle against his shoulder. 


“I’ve been shooting this one since I was about 13 or so, it used to put me on my rear!” the shepherd replied with a pleased smile as she observed her handiwork, the adrenaline of firing such a weapon still coursing through her veins. 


“Alright, your turn!” She continued, gesturing at Cooper as her tail wagged behind her. 


‘Heh, no pressure.’ The lab thought to himself as he peered once again through his scope and flicked the safety off. 


He was thankful in that moment that he had sprung for a nicer trigger with this rifle, the one out of the box had been a bit heavy for his liking and this new one had a perfect weight and pull. With 4X magnification he was able to nail each of his shots, his smaller 5.56 bullets smacking the targets with a lesser but still satisfying clang. As he felt the bolt lock back on the last round he deftly dropped the mag and loaded a fresh one. Pressing the bolt release he returned the weapon to his shoulder and let another thirty rounds fly downrange, again repeating his feat of landing all thirty on target. 


“Not bad, not bad.” Bailey nodded as Cooper set the now smoking rifle down on the table and looked over at the dark furred shepherd. 


“I’d say that was pretty damn good!” the golden colored lab playfully retorted. 


“Yeah, and I did all that with iron sights!”   


“Well yeah, but it's short range, plus I did it quicker.” Cooper said, continuing the playful banter.


“Dude I live on a six thousand acre ranch, I can shoot long range too.” Bailey replied in a matter of fact but still light tone. 


‘Ah so that explains it, farm girl.’ He thought silently as Bailey’s strong build and skill with a powerful rifle now made a lot more sense. 


“Well tell you what, the last two lanes over there are for pistols, why don’t we take ours over there and settle this?” Cooper’s face wore a clever smile as he posed the challenge to Bailey, his words partially interrupted by Jason’s blasting. 


“Hah! You’re on!” Bailey chuckled confidently as she set her rifle down and grabbed her pistol case. 


The pistol targets were naturally closer to the firing line than the rifle targets and consisted of a set of dueling trees and a pair of spinner targets while the ground was littered with various sizes of small popper targets. As Cooper set his case down his mind raced with the possibilities of what she might have brought in hers. After the M14 the yellow lad had a sneaking suspicion of what Bailey’s handgun might be.


‘Yup, just as I thought.’ He mused as the shepherd opened the plastic clamshell case to reveal an old Government model M1911. 


“Alright ‘Ol Yeller, 10 bucks says I can flip that spinner target faster than you.” Bailey challenged the golden colored canine as he brought out his desert tan 9mm with its flashlight and red dot optic.  


“And I’ll bet you 20 I can clear that dueling tree before you!” He retorted playfully. 


Bailey pondered and scoffed, she had hoped that Cooper would have been arrogant enough in his own skills to take the bait. She knew her .45 would flip the spinner target well before Cooper’s 9mm, but she hadn’t accounted for him being smart enough to catch that while also understanding that the extra ten rounds in his magazine would school her on the dueling tree. 


“Why don’t we do this instead,” Cooper piped up as Jason continued blasting further down the firing line. “Why don’t we try and shoot each other’s pistols? See if our skills carry over.” 


Bailey took a moment to think about it before speaking, the dark shepherd raising her voice over the booming rifle and ringing steel. 


“Alright, sure, you’re on!” 


The pair switched places in front of the shooting bench before picking up their respective weapons. It had been a while since Cooper had handled a 1911, and this was his first authentic non-custom one. Its weight in his hand was impressive compared to his polymer framed modern pistol, it balanced well also but the iron sights left something to be desired. Short and with a tiny groove Cooper wondered how he was supposed to hit anything with them. Meanwhile Bailey wasn’t sure what to make of the plastic framed piece she’d been given. It took her a moment to find the dot when she took aim and overall the weapon felt foreign and strange to her. 


‘Hmm, not sure about this one…’ She thought to herself as she locked the slide back and grabbed a magazine out of Cooper’s box. 


The yellow lab to her right did the same, sliding a magazine into her 1911. 


“Ready?” He asked with a sly smile, looking over at her as he held the pistol in a ready position. 


“Show me what you got big dog.” Bailey teased in return as she aimed through the red dot. 


Two shots rang out in quick succession as each shooter engaged their respective spinner target. The effect of the heavier .45 was evident as the bottom plate flew back several inches farther than the one shot with the 9. The stout recoil caught Cooper by surprise, he expected it to be more than what he was used to but the older style of grip seemed to punish his hand more than he thought it would. Shifting his grip he took aim at the top target as it began to move back, but the crude sights played tricks on his eyes and the bullet went sailing passed while Bailey’s impacted with force and put her in the lead. Cooper steadied himself and took aim again, this time hitting his mark as his opponent continued to make use of the modern optic. It was a close battle, but the miss at the beginning would prove to be Cooper’s undoing as Bailey got her target over just moments before Cooper. 


“I don’t know how to feel about that.” She declared as she observed the still spinning steel targets. 


“Old isn’t always gold.” Cooper replied as he set the empty .45 down on the bench as Bailey instinctively searched for a non-existent safety on Cooper’s gun. 


“Uh huh, and how much did you pay for all of this?” Bailey asked, her question was more of a challenge as she unloaded and made safe Cooper’s handgun. 


“Less than what some old fart at a show is gonna charge for one like yours.” 


“Muh two world wars!” He continued in a mocking tone. 


“Don’t act like you weren’t just drooling over my M14!” Bailey playfully retorted as the duo swapped places again. 


Cooper rolled his eyes, he knew that he’d been beat in their little back and forth. Savoring another victory Bailey loaded another one of her magazines into her pistol as each one returned to their familiar platform and soon the sound of pistol fire once again joined the bark of Jason’s rifle as everyone slung their chosen lead downrange. The trio continued as the sun tracked its path across the sky, Cooper and Bailey eventually returned to their rifles and everyone got to try out each other’s piece. It was well into the afternoon when they finally decided that enough money had been blasted at the targets, their empty bellies also reminding them that lunchtime had come and gone. As they packed up and headed back through the showroom Jason stopped to buy himself another case of rifle ammunition, and as the tall wolf rang him up Cooper noticed Bailey peeking at the new handguns in the glass cases.


‘Ha, got you…’ He mused to himself.


“That was fun.” Cooper declared as the trio approached the car, their shoulders tingling from the stout recoil of the M14. 


“Thanks for letting me tag along today guys, I needed that.” Bailey replied as Jason pressed the trunk release button on his keyfob. 


“No problem, hey maybe someday you’ll let us come shoot on that ranch you were talking about.” The yellow lab set his various cases down in the back of the car as he spoke, his weapons joining his friends as he made way for the shepherd. 


“Ha! Then maybe you can challenge my dad to a shooting contest.” She chuckled as she set her things down and closed the trunk. 


“Is that what y’all were doing over there?” Jason asked as he stood next to the open driver door. 


“Yeah I was whooping his ass” Bailey chuckled as she opened her door.


Cooper merely rolled his eyes once again as he joined the pair of them in the car. 


The lid to the green garbage bin next to the house dropped closed with a hollow thud as it sealed in three fast food bags. Cooper had paid for Bailey’s cheeseburger as penance for her winning the contest earlier, she had protested at first but as soon as she popped a french fry in her mouth and felt the warmth of salty, unhealthy food after an afternoon of shooting the shepherd softened her attitude and thanked him. Inside, the soft couch was a welcome comfort after the hard wooden benches at the range and then the sub-par seats of Jason’s base model car. Jason rented the small house with two of his friends, one of which shared his room with his girlfriend. It was the kind of rental where everything was painted with the cheapest most durable white paint the landlord could find and kitted out with the most basic fittings from the hardware store. Upon entering the front door there was a small living room to the left while the kitchen and dining room were to the right while in the middle a hallway stretched back containing the bed and bathrooms. 


With the kitchen table adorned with weapon cases Cooper sat his feet up on the coffee table as Bailey lounged on the other end of the couch with a cushion in between them. Jason stood opposite the duo, his left hand resting on the back of a plush rocking chair while his right held his phone up to his ear. 


“Okay so you’re gonna grab them…you want me to run out and pick up beer? Yeah…yeah no problem, alright man.” 


The lithe tuxedo cat turned to his friends after ending the call. 


“So Brad and Tucker want to have some people over, do y’all want to come with me to the store or are you good to chill here?” He asked, pointing back and forth between the two on the couch. 


“I think I’m good, I might hang out with them for a little bit but…” Cooper’s sentence trailed off as he rubbed the back of his head. 


“What about you Bailey? Do you wanna come with me, or are you gonna hang out here? Or hit the road, I don’t know what time you want to be home.” Jason continued, turning his attention to the dark furred shepherd lounging on his sofa. 


“I can be home whenever, I’ll hang out for a little bit sure.” She said, leaning forward to meet the cat’s eyes. 


“Cool cool, well I’ll be back in about a half hour, the others should be back around then too.” Jason spun his keys around his finger while he spoke as he prepared to head out on the road once again. 


“Alright man, be careful.” Cooper called out as Jason slipped out of the door leaving him and Bailey alone.  


Silence descended on the humble rental as Bailey surveyed her surroundings. She hadn’t been able to get a good look at the inside of the house when they had been getting ready to go to the range. It was obvious to her that three dudes lived here, what with the minimal decor apart from a few posters with bikini clad models on them and a large “Caturdays are for the boys” flag hanging on the wall to her left. But it was also clear that the small house had a woman’s touch as well, for one the house actually smelled rather pleasant and was kept fairly clean. How much of that was the singular girlfriend’s doing and how much was her whipping the boys into shape, she wasn’t sure. There was also a rather cute looking plant on both the coffee and dinner tables while the fridge contained real food rather than just lunch meat and beer. 


“So uh…I guess your dad taught you how to shoot?” Cooper asked, the yellow lab clearing his throat as he broke the silence and interrupted Bailey’s observations. 


“Yeah, him and my granddad, that old man could shoot the wings off a fly even in his later years.” Bailey looked off in the distance as her mind conjured up a nostalgic image of her grandfather. 


“You’re lucky, I had to teach myself for the most part, my dad had a little .22 but we hardly ever shot it.” 


“So how’d you get into shooting then?” Bailey asked, she was surprised that Cooper was self taught given his evident level of skill. 


The golden canine chuckled to himself, his darker caramel colored ears flopping as his body shifted. 


“Don’t make fun of me, but it was mainly videogames and movies, then later I started watching some of the videos people uploaded online and felt a bit jealous of some of the cool shit they had.” 


Cooper tried to maintain a cool and collected outer demeanor as he spilled his story out in front of Bailey. Though despite his best efforts she could still sense the trepidation in his voice, the hand rubbing the back of his head selling his true emotions once again. There was something about this girl that put him on the back foot, she was a farm girl who dressed like a goth mall chick who had managed to beat him in a shooting contest. This glaring discrepancy in stereotypes caught the young canine off guard, especially now as she gave him her undivided attention. Normally women’s eyes glazed over or suddenly bore an off put expression when the topic of firearms came up, for her to be so interested in his hobby, and invested in it herself was something that he wasn’t quite prepared for. 


“Hey, I mean you must be doing something right because you’re pretty damn good for being self taught.” Her matter of fact tone nearly concealed the fact that her statement was a compliment as Cooper took it in. 


“...Oh so NOW you say nice things about me!” He joked, a cheesy smile confirming that his comeback was humorous. 


“Well…I mean credit where it's due.” Bailey joked back, a smile offsetting her dismissive tone. 


“So tell me a bit about this ranch of yours, that sounds like a sweet deal.” Cooper said in a friendly tone as he shifted the conversation. 


Bailey flicked her hair to the side, her eyes once more turning to the ceiling as she formulated her answer, her fingers twiddling with the drawstrings of her hoodie.


“Yeah it's…it's pretty nice, it's got a good view of the mountains, plenty of woods and pasture for the cattle.” 


“It's been in your family for a while?”


“Oh yeah, like ninety years or something like that.” The shepherd nodded her head in confirmation as she spoke. 


“Damn, that must be nice, I grew up in town here, I always wanted some chickens but my parents said no.” Cooper tried to dispel the sad memory of being denied a flock of chickens with a small chuckle, but Bailey could see through it. 


“It's not bad I guess, hard work but I get paid well for it...also I don’t think your neighbors would appreciate a crowing rooster at the ass crack of dawn every day.” She said in a mildly sarcastic tone with a hint of a smile.


‘Wow she really was raised by men…’ Cooper thought to himself. 


“Ha…yeah I guess.” The lab looked down at his feet which by now had come off the table. 


“So uh, what do you do Cooper? Like, for work?” Bailey said as she took her turn in the back and forth. 


“Oh, um…I’m a, uh, computer programmer…always been kind of a geek I guess.” He answered with a nervous chuckle, once more rubbing the back of his head. 


“I admit I don’t know fuck all about computers man, we never had one growing up except for the one in the accountant’s office.” 


“Wait, you guys had an accountant?” The surprise was evident in Cooper’s tone, his lack of knowledge in her family’s industry being put on full display. 


“Oh yeah dude, farm taxes are a bitch, er…so to speak.” 


The pair shared a brief chuckle before once more silence descended on the cramped living room, the television remaining blank as Cooper tried to think of what to say next. He wasn’t sure where he wanted things to go between him and this girl. It had been so long since his last relationship that he wasn’t even sure how to flirt anymore, or if he even wanted to right now. Cooper had never been the kind of guy to strictly adhere to a “type” when it came to women, his fit but still rather nerdy outward appearance meant that he couldn’t be particularly picky in that regard. But still, he’d never pictured a girl like Bailey when thinking of what the “perfect” woman might look like. For one she was bigger than he was in almost every area, he had the edge in height but only by the slimmest of margins, and even that could be down to the soles of their shoes. But she was clearly stronger and better built than he was, her lifetime of farmwork sculpting her body into shape. At the range he had been too focused to bother checking her out, and even now he found it difficult as her baggy hoodie blocked most of her upper features. But despite all of that he could tell that she was quite attractive, even though her body was dense and heavy looking, her broad shoulders and generous hips bore the muscle weight well. Her pointy ears and dark fur gave her a stern, almost intimidating look which was somewhat offself by her fluffy shepherd tail sticking out between her knees as she sat on it. There were a few patches of a darker but plainly visible brown in her sea of near black fur, namely behind her ears and down the backside of her arms. Cooper wondered where else that particular color was located, the thought causing a rather sultry image of the girl to flash through his mind.


“So um…are you, ya know, like seeing anybody or…I guess it can be kind of hard to meet people if you live on a ranch.” Cooper stumbled through the sentence, the words spilling out of his mouth as he had started the sentence without thinking and panicked halfway through.  


Again silence engulfed the pair as Cooper mentally kicked himself for making it weird. He could see Bailey’s ears flick as she heard the question and he knew that he’d doomed himself. 


“Ah…well yeah you’d be right about that, I uh…yeah.” Bailey laughed slightly and shook her head a bit, Cooper wasn’t sure if she was shaking it at his question, or her situation. 


“What about you? Any girls in your life or just the ones on your computer?” She retorted, restoring her cool exterior with a mischievous smile. 


Her question may have been a jab at him, but it put Cooper at ease as he realized that she wasn’t offended by his prodding.


“Oh Ha Ha,” He mocked, rolling his eyes for her to see before he continued. “No I’m totally single, I was seeing someone in college for a bit but…it didn’t work out. I uh…I don’t get many opportunities either.” Cooper said in a conciliatory tone as he locked eyes with the shepherd. 


Bailey didn’t respond immediately, to Cooper it looked as if the dusky canine was suddenly lost in thought as her eyes gazed off into nothingness. 


‘This isn’t how I expected this to go, but maybe? If she’s thinking what I think she is…the same as what I’m thinking…ugh…swallow a brave pill Coop…’ He ruminated as he observed the shepherd. 


It was a risk, but with a potential opening this wide he knew that he had to take his chances or be cursed forever by the thoughts of what could have been if he’d just been a little bit braver. Taking a deep breath Cooper scooted himself closer to Bailey, not enough for their hips to touch but enough for her to feel his weight as he sat himself back down next to her. The motion snapped her out of whatever introspection she was in the middle of as the pair locked eyes. 


“I think I know what's in your head, because it's in mine too.” Cooper said, lowering his voice and trying his best to sound sure of himself. 


“Oh really? What do you think is in our heads?” Bailey replied in a similar tone, the shepherd clearly laying down a challenge to the lab. 


“It would be easier to show you.” His voice was just above a whisper now. 


There was a pause as Bailey thought the matter over, Cooper could just about see the mini civil war taking place behind the shepherd’s eyes.


“Alright, then show me.” 


Bailey’s voice wavered as her nerves cracked her well built facade. Cooper noticed and took advantage of it, she may have been more skilled with a firearm but Cooper had the clear edge in romance despite his rust. Slowly he leaned his snout towards hers, his tail starting to wag behind him as Bailey’s also started to move. It was a good sign, but he was still sure to be slow in case she decided to back out. He knew it was a possibility as he felt her breaths quicken as his snout inched closer to her.  But to his relief the dark shepherd cocked her head to one side to let their noses slip past each other as their muzzles touched. Despite the flood of relief It was clear immediately that Bailey didn’t really know how to kiss, but her efforts to keep up endeared her to Cooper as their tongues began to dance with one another. He could feel the nervous tremors from her body as he placed his right hand on her thigh while his left gently cupped the soft fur on the side of her face. He ignored the taste of fast food still lingering on Bailey’s tongue as they made out, the lab basking in the pride of his victory. Bailey’s eyes closed as she leaned into the kiss, the weight of her head settling in Cooper’s hand while his other one slowly slid up her thigh. 


“K-keep going…I want this…” She whispered, breaking the kiss momentarily as she felt Cooper’s hand working its way up her leg. 


The lab was more than happy to oblige her request as the pair dove into another deep kiss. This time the hand on her thigh wasted no time in reaching all the way up between the shepherd’s legs. This time it was Cooper who broke the kiss, as rather than feeling the smooth curve of a woman’s groin he felt the familiar bulky feeling of a concealed sidearm. 


“Hey! What do we have here?” He said sarcastically as he rubbed the crease in her jeans. 


“Did you expect anything less?” Bailey chuckled, the nerves leaving her body as the pair shared a laugh at themselves. 


Leaning back the toned canine lifted her hoodie to reveal the pistol tucked in an appendix carry holster under her waistband. With a snap of the plastic clip she popped the holster off and set it and its contents down on the coffee table. Cooper observed the piece as she lay it down, he recognized it as a 9mm, but an older design, full sized and with an all metal frame. 


‘I guess she would be big enough to conceal a full size.’ He thought as Bailey leaned back. 


“Oh yeah, that reminds me.” 


In the heat of the moment Cooper had forgotten his own concealed carry piece, and in a similar manner to Bailey he unclipped the firearm and laid it down on the table next to hers. In his typical fashion, Cooper’s pistol was a modern compact piece, tan like his full size and with a matching colored flashlight mounted to it. 


“Tch, naturally.” Bailey mused aloud as Cooper leaned back in to pick up where they left off. 


This time he went right for gold with his hand, cupping the girl’s crotch as their tongues wrestled for dominance. He felt Bailey lean into it, rocking her hips against his touch as she rubbed herself on him. Cooper used the texture of his jeans to his advantage, pressing with his fingers right where he knew she’d feel it the most. Her warmth enveloped his digits as her legs reflexively pinned him in place, her hips fidgeting even more as he felt a gasp escape her throat. The golden lab pressed his advantage, sliding his hand further back underneath the shepherd and pressing firmly with his fingers. He felt the resulting moan in his mouth as she let if fly while they kissed. 


“S-stop…teasing!” She cried with a firm dose of desperation in her voice. 


“But I like teasing.” Cooper taunted as he pressed home his advance. 


A low growl emanated from deep within Bailey’s chest, the shepherd nipping at her lover’s snout to signal her displeasure at his pestering. Rather than be offended or afraid, the more experienced lab knew that her growls and nips were normal for female canines, it was all a part of the unwritten rules of mating, a natural part of the instincts that were now carrying them. Still, Cooper knew that he needed to give her what she wanted. Pulling his hand back up out of the pressing warmth between her legs the lab worked the tip of his fingers underneath the waistband of Bailey’s underwear. The elastic was tight against him, held firm by her still buttoned pants as he wiggled his way deeper. The Shepherd’s fur down there was surprisingly thick, it was clear that she let things grow rather wild between her legs. Bushy women had never turned Cooper on before, but the feeling of his hand plowing through her dense crotch fluff, the fur slightly damp from her sweat, turned him on like a light. The floppy eared canine now felt the soft fabric of his bamboo underwear slide against the fleshy skin of his penis as it pressed out of his sheath. Bailey continued to growl as Cooper shifted his head lower, it was his turn now to nip as he held a small bit of loose neck skin with his teeth. It wasn’t enough to hurt the girl, but she felt it, her growls changing from signalling for him to get on with it to telling him that under no circumstances should he stop.


“Fuck…I can’t believe we’re actually doing this…” She whispered after another low and sensual growl escaped her. 


“Shhhh, just relax, tell me if you want me to stop.” Cooper reassured in a soft voice as he relaxed his jaws. 


“No no, keep going, it's just…I’ve…I’ve never uh, done this before…” The embarrassment was evident in her voice as she spoke, the primal energy slipping out of her body. 


It was like a lightning bolt shot through Cooper’s brain, part of it from surprise and part from a primitive urge to rut and tie her right then and there. But he quickly settled himself as he accepted the fact that he was dealing with a virgin, the importance of getting things right suddenly weighing heavy on him as he chose his next words carefully. 


“You’re okay Bailey, just lean back and let me take care of you.” He whispered the words into her ear in as soothing and sultry a tone as he could muster. 


As the shepherd’s body sunk into the sofa Cooper resumed his touch, albeit with a far gentler approach. The boy timed his moves perfectly as he planted a tender kiss on her neck just as his middle finger gingerly slid over Bailey’s virgin cleft, her supple lips parting to allow his finger to slide against her most sensitive spots while her powerful thighs clamped around his hand. 


“Unnf!” A sharp moan flew out from behind clenched teeth as Bailey’s back arched, her body tensing as a bolt of tingly pleasure shot up her spine.


“Shhhh, relax girl…” Cooper soothed as he held the tip of his finger in place, the minimal pressure he applied was still enough to get a reaction out of her. 


“I-I’m trying!” She huffed out, desperation filling her voice. 


“Here, unbutton these.” Cooper gestured to the shepherd’s pants with his nose as his free left hand was pinned between his body and the backrest. 


“Oh, y-yeah.” 


Bailey fumbled with the button for a moment before the jeans popped free and released the slight amount of belly pudge the shepherd possessed. The easing of pressure on his wrist was soothing for Cooper, though he kept that hidden as Bailey worked the zipper down. 


“Thank goodness I didn’t wear one of my big ass belt buckles today!” She chuckled nervously, her tough facade now thoroughly demolished. 


Cooper just smiled as he tucked his snout back into the nape of her neck, his finger beginning to move in small circular motions. He could feel the wetness of her arousal already, her fur was thoroughly soaked with it and soon the first half of his finger was drenched. The smell of a horny female canine saturated the lab’s nostrils as it wafted up from between her legs. The crotch of Bailey’s bright purple underwear were tented from Cooper’s hand as he gradually upped the pace. He could feel and hear Bailey’s reaction as her hips wiggled and gentle, feminine moans slipped out of her snout. He knew right where to touch, just above her slit in the soft mound obscured by the bushy tuft of fur. But with her this aroused he knew that it was time to really kick things up a notch. 
Coating his finger in her natural juices Cooper pressed into Bailey’s pussy, parting her folds until he found the tight entrance to her sex. The shepherd felt what he was doing and braced for a moment before forcing herself to relax. Once Cooper felt the tension leave her body he pushed with a steady but gentle pressure until he felt the slick warmth of her interior envelop his digit.


“AH!” The loud gasp filled Cooper’s ear’s as Bailey’s mouth hung open in a steady “O” face, her eyes wide as she felt her first real penetration. 


Cooper resumed his soft bite on the shepherd's neck as he sunk his finger deeper, the boy basking in the warmth of a girl’s vagina for the first time in a long while. He was somewhat surprised as he slid all the way in, from what he could feel Bailey’s hymen was already long gone. He wasn’t bothered by it, there were any number of explanations from an early experiment with a hairbrush handle, a sex toy kept secret in her nightstand or even a horse’s saddle might do it.  


“Mmmmm!” Bailey moaned from a closed mouth as her jaws finally clamped shut, the sound breaking Cooper’s train of thought as the virgin shepherd still learned to cope with the feeling of a real flesh and blood lover inside her. 


Cooper gently curled his finger just a little bit inside her, his teeth biting down just a little bit harder as he let his lover know that he was far from finished with her. The move elicited another sharp moan and hip wiggle. The lab shifted his body as he continued his beckoning finger motion, freeing his other hand that he then used to pull back the waistband of Bailey’s panties. Seeing what he was doing the horny shepherd lifted her butt off the sofa and whisked them the rest of the way down before setting her rear on the cushion once again, this time flicking her tail up and out of the way. The move caused her pants to fall past her knees thus allowing her to spread her legs farther for the lab. Cooper took advantage of the extra space as he finally got to look at what he was dealing with, though to him it just looked like his finger disappeared into a sea of brown fluff. Bailey’s newfound state of undress did at least answer the lab’s burning question from earlier, the shepherd’s belly, groin and a good part of her inner thighs were a lovely brown color that reminded him of a dark roux. A strip of a barely lighter gray adorned her flanks and disappeared up her sides under her hoodie and down her legs, sandwiching the dark black color between the inner brown tones. Her crotch was the lightest, the upper part of her inner thigh and the fur around her genitals themselves being a pleasant caramel color with a hint of pink blush.   


“Fuck…Cooper…K-keep going!” She stammered as she watched the lab withdraw his digit and pull his palm back to get a good look at her snatch. 


He could just about see her neat slit through the dense pubic fur as the tip of his finger remained tucked in her tunnel. Releasing his teeth Cooper licked Bailey’s cheek as he lined up his ring finger with her hole. Bailey bit her lip as she saw what he was doing, the shepherd steadying herself to receive a double. 


“This is not how I imagined today going…” Bailey whispered, more to herself than to Cooper as he started to press into her. 


“OH…FUCK!” The shepherd moaned, her legs lifting and her fingers gripping the sofa cushions as her lover pressed his digits into her. 


The girl’s arousal aided things as Cooper slid inside, the ridges and bumps of her inner walls welcoming him once again as he curled the tips of his fingers against her G-spot, the yellow lab's teeth once again holding onto the nape of her neck. This time the palm of the boy's hand played a part, with his fingers all the way inside the pad naturally resting right on the puffy bit of mound he had teased earlier. His motions were once again sending tingly jolts of pleasure up the girl’s spine as he hit all of her buttons. 


‘Not long now…’ Cooper mused as he felt his lover’s body tense up. 


‘She’s pretty easy to pop, guess she doesn’t have much experience. 


Cooper didn’t let up as he felt Bailey’s body tense up, he knew what he was doing was working. Barely audible but increasingly desperate sounding f-bombs slipped from the shepherd’s mouth as those noble fingers curled and flexed inside her, the teeth biting into her neck triggering a primal reaction from her body as she let the last of her barriers down and allowed her body to take control. 


“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, OH FUUU-”


Bailey’s orgasm was explosive, her body clenched and curled up, her ass nearly lifting off the seat from the force of it. A small whistling noise escaped her lips as her face scrunched up. But as quickly as she curled up she unfurled, pressing her head back into the cushion as her hips lifted up. This time her vocalizations were far louder as she let out a brief but near shrill scream. Cooper felt a jet of hot wetness impact his palm and soak the fur between the girl's legs, and subsequently the sofa underneath them. His ears flicked from the volume her lungs put out while his fingers felt like they’d been clamped in a vice as her pussy tried its best to milk them. With a loud gasp her body suddenly relaxed and collapsed back onto the couch, her eyes pinned open.


“Holy SHIT!” She cursed as her breaths came in short bursts. 


“God damn girl…” Cooper chuckled as he withdrew his soggy digits. 


“Look what you did.” He continued in a joking tone, holding up his glistening fingers. 


Bailey said nothing as her breathing steadied, her eyes locked on the shiny digits held before her. She had no clue where the notion came from, but in a smooth motion she grabbed the golden furred wrist and brought Cooper’s hand to her mouth. The yellow lab gazed in awe as the shepherd’s mouth enveloped the fingers he’d just made her cum with. Her tongue curled and wrapped around the juiced covered fingers, the taste of her own snatch flooding her senses as she cleaned him off. Her snout tried to follow as Cooper withdrew his now saliva coated appendages, his face full of shock and pure reverence. 


‘If I had a ring somewhere…’ He joked to himself as he suddenly saw Bailey’s eyes go wide. 


“Cooper…” She said, her voice taking on a sudden tone of dread. 


“What time is it?” 


“Oh FUCK!” The lab shouted, ignoring the painful boner he now sported as his dick tried to break out of his pants. 


“Where the fuck is my phone WHERE!” He shouted, searching the coffee table as Bailey desperately shoved herself back into her pants. 


“Here here!” Bailey called, tossing him the device. 


Rapidly he unlocked it, a singular text appearing at the top of the screen. 


“Be back in like 15.” The yellow lab read out. 


“When was that sent?” 


“...Five minutes ago.”


The pair looked into each other’s panicked eyes as they realized the gravity of their error. 


“Um, I’ll uh…get a blanket for that…” Cooper pointed to the rather awkward wet spot on the sofa. 


“Better get some spray too, it smells like cunt in here.” Bailey said in a matter of fact tone as she moved to open a window. 


“Right…” 


With the windows open and half a can of air freshener sprayed the small house was mostly restored to its original state, although the pair of them hoped that nobody caught a whiff of what lay under the folded blanket Cooper had tossed over the spot Bailey had made when she blasted off on his fingers.


“Alright, I think that's good.” The lab stated as he surveyed the living room, the sound of a car’s brakes filtering in from the window as Jason and his roommates arrived. 


“Oh shit, the guns!” Bailey called out in a hushed tone as she pointed out their concealed carry pieces left on the coffee table. 


Hurriedly the couple reattached their holsters as a key fumbled in the lock. Cooper’s breath caught in his throat as the moment of truth rapidly approached. His focus was so preoccupied that he missed the black snout closing in on his ear. 


“I’ll pay you back for that later.” Bailey whispered as the front door swung open.  




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Cooper sat at the far end of the couch where Bailey had been earlier, his weight pressing down on the blanket concealing the wet spot the shepherd had left after he’d made her cum. His head swam with the pleasant buzz of alcohol from the cans of cheap beer Jason had brought back for the party. His tuxedo colored friend now stood in the middle of the living room, the space dark apart from the light emanating from the television as it displayed a swirling trippy image to the sound of some obnoxiously aggressive rave music. Jason gazed down at Tucker’s phone and with a tap of his finger the music suddenly cut out, the absence throwing off Cooper’s senses as he had grown accustomed to the barrage. The duo were the living room’s only occupants as the party wound down. Tucker had his face in the fridge retrieving another beer while Brad, the masked raccoon who had stopped drinking earlier and sobered up, had elected to drive two of the girls they had brought over back home. The third, a rather cute coyote named Carmen, had elected to spend the night with Jason. Though from what Cooper had observed it had mostly been the feisty canine doing most of the flirting. She stood in the hallway chatting with Bailey as they waited on Tucker’s girlfriend Marie to finish in the bathroom, the excess of booze having had an effect on the women’s bladders.  


“There, much better, I can’t stand his music.” Jason mused as he set the device down, the television still playing its trippy visual. 


As the fridge door closed the bathroom door opened to reveal the collie, her spotted dalmatian boyfriend standing up with his beverage as Bailey took her turn to pee. Cooper wasn’t all that close with Marie or any of Jason’s roommates for that matter. He’d hung out with them at the house a number of times but he couldn’t say that he really knew much about them beyond the beer they liked to drink, and that Brad preferred reds while Tucker and Marie liked menthols for their drunk smokes. 


“You need another beer man.” The black and white feline asked, pointing at the can in his friend’s hand. 


“Nah bro, I think I’m good after this one.” Cooper replied, he still had half a beer left and he knew that a fresh one would push his heavy buzz well into the territory of being properly drunk. 


“Cool, well you can crash on the couch if you need to.” Jason continued before making his way into the kitchen to retrieve another beverage for himself.  


Cooper took a swig of his brew as Tucker and Marie joined him on the couch, the spotted canine propping his feet up on the coffee table as Marie leaned over to get the yellow lab’s attention. 


“So that shepherd chick, is she your new girlfriend or something?” The tipsy collie asked, her breath smelling of vodka mixed drinks. 


Cooper stayed in his laid back, slumped posture as he turned to answer Marie’s question while her boyfriend cracked open his beer. 


“Well, maybe…hopefully.” He answered, a smile brewing on his snout. 


“Bro, she’s been basically sitting on you all night, I don’t really know who she is, but you’re in dude.” Tucker piped up, leaning forward to look past his girlfriend. 


Tucker wasn’t off in his observations, Bailey had spent most of the impromptu party sitting right next to Cooper, her leg pressed against his while her tail lay across his lap. There was no way that such a gesture was an accident, it was a clear sign of interest, a sort of “claiming” of a male as a partner or mate. Cooper knew it was part of the infamous “talk” for girls to be mindful of their tails, as a wayward brush or bump might send the wrong signal. For boys too there were rules, he remembered with blushing embarrassment how his father had told him to remember to keep his own appendage in check since a wagging tail signified interest and attraction, and such a gesture wasn’t always appropriate. 


“Heh, maybe…Bailey is cool though, Jason knew her I guess through a mutual friend so that's how she got invited to the range with us today.”


“I’m telling you bro…” Tucker continued. 


“You should go for it Cooper! She obviously likes you.” Marie said in an excited tone, gently slapping the lab’s thigh as she encouraged him to pursue the girl further. 


“We’ll see what happens.” He conceded as the dark furred shepherd exited the bathroom, her place taken by Carmen. 


“Oop, we’d better be off to bed don’t you think?” Marie asked her boyfriend, the collie leaning back over as she noticed Bailey approaching. 


Tucker patted his mate’s thigh before he rose with a slight groan, his beer in one hand while Marie clung onto the other. 


“Goodnight Coop!” She whispered as she stood to  join Tucker.


“Hey Jay, we’re off to bed man.” The dalmatian called out to his roommate who had begun to clear empty cans and bottles off the countertops.


As the feline answered with a simple “alright” Bailey sat back down next to Cooper, the shepherd leaning her weight against the lab who in return wrapped his arm around her as he let her weight ease back onto him. The feeling of her body pressed gently against his filled the boy with a deep warmth that soothed him to the core, despite his tipsiness he felt his muscles relax and his mind settle. It had been a long time since he’d experienced this and he’d forgotten the comfort such simple contact could bring. Cooper slipped his hand under Bailey’s shirt, rubbing her belly as she leaned more of her weight onto him. The shepherd’s thick fur slid between his fingers until he felt the soft pudge layered atop her firm muscles.


‘I could really get used to this…’ He thought as he heard and felt a deep exhale escape the female’s body as the same comfort and peace washed over her body. 


The door to Tucker and Marie’s room closed with a gentle click, now only the sounds of aluminum cans being tossed into the trashcan could be heard as Jason continued his cleanup efforts. Cooper knew what the couple were about to do, and what his friend in the kitchen would be getting up to once his hook up was finished in the bathroom. Suddenly Bailey’s words from earlier slid through his mind. 


“I’ll pay you back for that later.” She had said while the pair scrambled to clean up the mess they’d made. 


‘Did she mean later as in like, tonight or as in LATER later…’ Cooper pondered the shepherd’s words as he rubbed her belly and tried not to let the thought distract him from the moment. 


Soon enough the bathroom door could be heard opening once again as Carmen emerged, the feisty coyote immediately seeking out her feline companion for the evening.   


“That boy better thank his friend…” Bailey whispered as she observed the coyote seek out her prey. 


“Why? Did one of ‘em say something to her?” Cooper replied as he eyed the situation. 


“Mhm, I was chattin’ with her and apparently she wasn’t going to come over until…was it Brad? Yeah Brad showed her a picture of him, I guess he’s been trying to get Jason laid or something.” 


“Shit, guess he succeeded then didn't he?” The yellow lab chuckled as he spouted the rhetorical question. 


“Heh, yeah, she told me she has a thing for cat boys…she also asked about you.” Bailey said in a low voice as Carmen started to lead Jason away from his self imposed cleaning duties. 


“And what did you tell her?” 


Jason gave the couch couple a small wave as he was led by the hand back to his bedroom


“Well…I told her that it looks like everyone in this house is getting laid tonight.”


The dark furred shepherd leaned her head back to make sure that her eyes made contact with Coopers to ensure that the golden furred lab got the message. 


“Heh, easy girl.” He chuckled, patting her belly as the pair heard the door to Jason’s room thump closed. “Well, except Brad I guess.”


“What? I said I would pay you back! And yeah, poor Brad.” Bailey turned in Cooper’s grip in order to look him in the eyes properly. 


“Yeah, but we don’t have a room, and Brad could be back any minute.” He consoled, brushing the shepherd’s bangs out of her eyes. 


“Hmm, true…” Cooper could see the gears turning in Bailey’s head as she pondered a way to make things happen. 


The shepherd bit her lip as something swirled in her brain, Cooper was relieved that she was still up for keeping her promise. Her words only confirmed to him that her earlier gestures meant exactly what he thought they had. 


“How about a blowjob?” Bailey’s voice increased in volume, her tail wagging from the excitement. 


“Shhh! Not so loud!” Cooper hissed as a jolt of fear shot through him. 


“Oops sorry! Uh…how about a blowjob?” She whispered as her ears flattened from embarrassment. 


“You ever given one before?” the lab asked as he pet his lover on the top of her head, his gentle voice easing her nerves. 


“No…but I’ve um…practiced a bit…I have a few toys at home.” Bailey whispered in a desperately bashful voice as she admitted to what was once a closely guarded secret.


 Her tough outward persona of a hard working rural woman was now totally replaced by the vulnerable young girl laying atop her lover. The promise of new experiences and sensations fuelled Bailey to step out of her comfort zone and let herself be loved, and to give love.  


“Well why don’t you show me?” Cooper spoke in the most suave and sultry voice he could muster as he rubbed Bailey’s velvety ears. 


“Here?” She asked, a touch of nervousness slipping back into her voice. 


“Heh, in the bathroom dumbass.” the lab replied in a sympathetic but still playfully sarcastic tone.    


“Tch, yeah yeah.” Bailey gently flicked Cooper's nose as a small hint of the girl’s grit returned in the face of his sarcasm. 


Gingerly she rose up off of him, stepping onto the floor as Cooper lifted himself off the seat. The booze in his system made his head spin for a moment before the gold furred canine regained his balance. Cooper put his finger up to his snout as he padded silently past Tucker’s door with Bailey in tow behind him. The hallway was silent but he knew what was taking place in there out of sight. The bathroom door was next up on the right, its aged hinges creaking slightly as Cooper swung it open. Bailey hurriedly stepped inside as her lover held the door open, her heart racing and butterflies churning in her stomach as she slipped inside the cramped space. Only a small night light illuminated the bathroom and as Cooper locked the door Bailey was suddenly hit with the reality of what she was about to do. Cooper could see one of her fangs as she bit her lip as her tail twitched nervously behind her. 


“Don’t be nervous, you’ll do fine.” He consoled her gently, taking her hand in his as he looked the dark shepherd in the eye, her features obscured in the dim light. 


“Do you want me standing up or sitting down?” the lab asked softly as he realized that his lover had no idea how to get things started. 


“Um…I’m not really sure, uh sitting I guess…”  


“Well let's do this, here.” Cooper said in a calm voice as he unclipped his concealed holster for the second time that day, setting the piece on the top of the toilet tank to his left. 


Bailey did the same, setting hers once again next to her lover’s as he unbuttoned his pants. The butterflies in the shepherd’s belly spun up into a tempest as she watched him pull his zipper half way down, the open denim exposing his tight blue boxer briefs. 


“Just reach in and feel around a little…” He encouraged, his voice gentle and erotic. 


Bailey reached forward, flipping her hand upside down as she slid it down Cooper’s abdomen. The raw contact sent a warm surge up the male canine’s spine as he felt her reach down into his underwear. His silky fur ran through her fingers as the tight fabric expressed the outline of her hand. Cooper opened his zipper all the way as he felt the tips of Bailey’s fingers discover his sheath. Bailey’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the velvety warmth fill her hand. The girl’s heart raced as she felt a real life male in her hands for the first time, her thumb running over the fuzzy hole that concealed her prize. 


“Mhhhh, there you go.” Cooper sighed as he leaned his rear against the edge of the sink behind him.


The lab savored the feeling of Bailey playing around with him, her hand rummaging through his underwear as the shepherd satisfied a years-long curiosity. 


“Go a little lower…” He said in a hushed tone as the narrow tip of his penis slid from its velvety hiding place. 


Cooper heard Bailey’s throat gulp as she followed his instructions, it was clear the shepherd was trying to keep it together though her tense body told the true story. 


“Be gentle with those.” Cooper joked in a soft tone, as he tried to put his lover at ease. 


“Heh, I really got you by the balls now…” Bailey jabbed back as she too tried to calm herself through humor. 


Cooper just rolled his eyes playfully and widened his stance as he felt the warmth of the shepherd’s hand gingerly explore his bits. She was careful to follow his instructions as she played around with the lab’s balls, gently feeling them and rolling them around in her fingers. 


“Hmm, I always thought these would be kinda squishy…” She mused as she felt them up. 


“Nope, and don’t try to make them.” Cooper teased. 


“Well, don’t piss me off.” Bailey poked back, sticking out her tongue playfully. 


‘Well at least she’s calmed down a bit.’ the lab thought to himself. 


“Alright, you ready for me to sit down?” He asked, his tone a bit more serious now as he looked Bailey in the eye, her sarcastic look shifting into a determined but still cautious gaze. 


Cooper flipped the toilet lid up, shuffling his pants and underwear off before sitting down. Even though Bailey’s confidence had grown, the sight of the boy naked from the waist still caused the butterflies in her soft belly to flutter. Feeling them was one thing but finally laying eyes on them was another matter. The shepherd couldn’t take her eyes off as Cooper sat down and scooted his butt forward to present himself to his lover. The pink tip of his cock poked out of the soft, cream colored fur of his sheath, a tiny clear drop hanging from it as the sight was burned into Bailey’s memory. Once again her nerves threatened to overcome her as she knelt down between Cooper’s knees. It was a lot for her mind to handle, the knowledge of the true purpose of a boy’s parts were, what they were supposed to do to her. 


Bailey had always struggled with her own femininity, being raised by her father and grandfather she was expected to pull her weight like any other farm hand. She had seen how other girls her age had been raised by their mothers, they never had motor oil up to their elbows and couldn’t shoulder a rifle to save their asses. A part of her had always taken pride in the fact that she never needed help if she needed to change a flat tire or jumpstart her truck, that she knew more than the guy behind the counter at the auto parts or hardware store. But another part of her lamented the fact that she never got to experience what other girls her age had, prom nights and dates with cute boys, fooling around in the back seat well after they promised to be home. She had spent what would have been her prom night in the barn tagging the ears of newborn calves while their mothers mooed angrily at her. 


‘Ok…time to make up for some lost time…’ She thought to herself as she leaned her snout in. 


As she inched closer the shepherd’s sensitive nose was flooded with the heady aroma of male essence, the scent saturated her brain and ignited primal instincts. Her body knew what to do with this hardware, all she had to do was surrender to it. Bailey’s tongue darter around her lips before planting a heavy lap right on the lab’s balls. Cooper sighed and relaxed his body as he felt the heavy lick, a satisfied smile crossing his snout as he watched her. 


“There you go, good girl.” He cooed as his right hand caressed Bailey’s ear. 


With the switch flipped in her mind Bailey set to, stuffing her nose into the base of the lab's sheath and inhaling as much of his scent as possible while her tongue continued to lick and savor his masculine taste. By now more of Cooper’s length had emerged from his sheath as the combination of heavy breathing and licking on his most sensitive areas had aroused the tipsy pup’s member. Bailey could see it right in front of her as she licked, the tip dripping clear pre onto her snout as it hung over her face. 


“Ready for the real thing?” He asked with a reassuring smile, shifting his hand from Bailey’s ear to his sheath, holding himself steady as he presented his penis to her. 


Bailey pulled her snout out of the lab’s balls, looking up she made eye contact with the boy as she readied herself. Her mind swirled with the question of how it was possible that she’d gone from beating him in a shooting contest to sucking his dick in just a matter of hours. But it didn’t matter anymore to her, it was in front of her and this boy had somehow wiggled his way into her heart in a way that she wasn’t prepared for. 


“Here goes…” Bailey whispered to herself as she lined her snout up with the cock held out for her. 


Cooper let out a satisfied hum as he felt the warmth of the shepherd’s mouth envelop his cock, her soft tongue wrapped around underneath his length while her gentle suction coaxed more of him out. The pair maintained eye contact as Bailey began to slowly bob her head up and down, the bright pink length of the lab’s dick slipping in and out of her dark colored snout in the dim incandescent light. Bailey’s mind was ablaze with the sensation of having a real penis in her mouth for the first time. Even her practice sessions had been something of a guilty pleasure for the woman who had for so long viewed an act such as this to be one of submission rather than love. Each motion of her head brought more of the boy into her mouth where her tongue worked to pleasure him to the best of her ability. She felt his girth fill out as more of the canine’s blood was sent downstairs. 


“Fuck you’re pretty good at this for your first time…” Cooper’s words were a pleasured groan as he placed his hand back onto the shepherd’s head, her ear slotting into the gap between his index finger and thumb. 


Bailey wanted to respond to the praise, the knowledge that her actions gave Cooper pleasure filled her with pride as she stepped her pace slightly. But she kept the lab’s dick held right where it was in her jaws, letting her response to his words be physical in nature instead. Warm spurts of precum splashed against Bailey’s tongue as she rolled it around the boy’s penis, its length twitching somewhat as she worked it over. The Shepherd enjoyed the simple, somewhat salty taste of it, the constant splashing reminding her that she was doing a good job. Bailey could also feel Cooper’s knot bulging slightly in his sheath, that infamous aspect of canine anatomy that she knew she’d have to someday contend with. For now she focused on the task at hand as gentle sucking noises escaped her lips while her throat audibly gulped and swallowed. 


Meanwhile Cooper couldn’t believe his luck, he’d just met this girl earlier today and here she was giving him head, his first blowjob in over a year. He hadn’t even been trying to talk his way into her pants, it had just sort of happened. Not that he was complaining as he savored the feeling of her tongue on his sensitive cock. The sight of it disappearing and reappearing in and out of her maw riled him up in a way he wasn’t used to. He supposed a part of it was who she was, a tough and rugged farm girl with a take-no-shit attitude who was certainly stronger than him, had his penis in her mouth, and seemingly knew what to do with it. Bailey appeared to be liking it too, she had broken eye contact, the shepherd shutting her eyes entirely as she leaned her face fully forward towards his crotch and got down to business. Her heavy arms rested on his thighs, pinning the lab to the toilet while her tongue extracted every drop from his cream colored balls. 


“I’m not gonna last long, don’t stop though…” Cooper's words were a strained whisper as his knot finally made an appearance. 


The golden canine basked in the sensations radiating up from his dick, the sounds of Bailey’s throat working and her lips sucking on his length only added to the erotic energy coursing through the lab’s body. He wasn’t interested in holding back, in saving himself for a big finish, he, like his lover, was letting his tipsy body take control. All he wanted to do was fill up Bailey’s mouth with cum. And as the shepherd bobbed her head up and down on that thick canine dick, all she wanted was to feel the first hot rope shoot out of him. Dropping his hand off her face he freed her to move at her own pace and soon her somewhat shaggy wolf-cut hair bobbed like a headbanger’s at a concert. 


“Keep going…a-almost there.” He groaned out from behind his teeth as the sound of muffled moans crept through the wall from Tucker’s room. 


Bailey wasted no time, sliding her mouth down until it was only the yellow lab’s knot visible outside her snout. The shepherd gently gripped around the base of the tie, her grip simulating the feeling of being locked inside her vagina and sent a wave of pure pleasure crashing over Cooper’s body. She felt the boy’s knot swell in her grip to the size of a baseball while his length flexed against the roof of her mouth, the fleshy rod going hard as stone as Cooper’s ass lifted off the toilet seat. With a muffled growl the canine let loose, the first rope firing off down Bailey’s throat. Holding the cumming penis where it was her tongue was quickly coated as her throat worked to swallow the excess. She wasn’t sure what to expect for the flavor, it wasn’t totally repulsive but rather tolerable. Rather it was the knowledge of what it was that she was drinking that ignited the neurons in her brain and kept her mouth where it was as her lover came. 


“Unnnf! Fuck yes…” Cooper strained the words out as his back arched from his body instinctively stuffing his twitching cock further into Bailey’s mouth. 


Bailey maintained her grip on the lab’s tie, opening her eyes she peered up at him as his dick continued to pulse against her tongue. His breathing was heavy as the ropes of hot semen gradually tapered off into gentle spurts before ceasing all together. 


“Wow…that was so good…” He said between deep breaths of air, the erotic sounds filtering in from the room next to the growing louder. 


Bailey slid her mouth off the yellow lab’s spent cock, her tongue following the length the entire way until the pointed tip slid out of her lips and flopped against his empty balls. She made a show of the pool of semen in her mouth to a satisfied pup before swallowing the heavy load with a gulp. Cooper patted her on the head, a chill washing over him as he slumped exhausted on the toilet. Bailey beamed with pride as she observed her handiwork, all of the trepidation and nerves she had felt earlier were now translated into exuberant delight. Her tail wagged eagerly behind her as she savored what was left of the boy’s flavor on her tongue. 


“Thanks for letting me try that for the first time, that was fun.” She said, laying her face across Cooper’s right thigh before her tongue licked wrapped under his shiny, saliva coated penis.  


“Y-yeah…no problem…you uh, you wanna date?” Cooper asked with a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his head. 


“Date?” Bailey repeated the question, her ears perking up as she lifted her head off his thigh. 


“Well yeah, why not?” 


The shepherd cocked her head to one side as she considered things, she should have seen it coming but didn’t expect Cooper to be so blunt about it. But the more she thought about it the more it made sense, beyond being finger blasted on the couch and sucking his dick in the bathroom she did like this boy. He was cute, skilled with a weapon and not afraid to take risks. He may not be a tough blue collar man like she’d always envisioned herself going for, but something about him seemed to mesh with her personality. 


‘They do say that opposites attract…’ She mused momentarily before delivering her answer. 


“Yeah, fuck it, why not…Now get up, I have to pee again.” 


“Use the sink.” 


“Shut up!” 


Cooper chuckled as he lifted himself up, his butt fur creased from the hard plastic. Being sure to point his ass away from Bailey he bent down and hoisted his pants back up, stuffing his still hanging cock into his underwear and she stripped out of hers and sat down. 


“Uggh, it's warm.” The shepherd lamented as her rump made contact with the seat. 


As the sound of splashing water rang out Cooper unlocked the door and slipped back out into the hallway. The feeling of his exposed member against the soft but constricting fabric of his underwear felt strange as he walked the short distance back to the sofa. The moment he plopped his weight down onto the soft cushion he heard the sound of the door knob turning. Shifting his gaze he watched as the door opened to reveal Brad returning from dropping the girls off. 


“Oh shit, you’re still here.” The raccoon whispered out of surprise. 


“Yeah, Bailey and I were a little too drunk to drive home, also Carmen is back with Jason.” Cooper replied in a hushed tone, the only other sounds being the flushing toilet as Bailey finished up and the muffled sounds of sex coming from Tucker’s room. The noise didn’t phase Brad in the least as he was no doubt used to hearing it by now. 


“You uh…need a pillow and a blanket or something?” He asked as the bathroom door opened. 


“Sure, if you have one.” Cooper replied, the lab hoping that Brad didn’t notice the one already folded on the sofa. 


Bailey padded up behind him, her hands held in her hoodie pocket as she slumped her weight down on the sofa next to Cooper. 


“I can scrounge up another pillow if one of you wants to volunteer to sleep on the floor.” Brad said, pointing back towards his room. 


“Nah, we're good to share the couch.” Bailey replied as she wiggled out of her hoodie and revealed the plain black t-shirt with a single breast pocket underneath. 


Brad looked incredulously at the new couple as the shepherd tossed her garment on the coffee table, the pair’s handguns concealed in the pocket. 


“Sheesh, a lot happened while I was gone I guess huh?” He asked with a sarcastic smile. 


“Something like that haha,” Cooper chuckled as he put his arm around Bailey. “So how did it go, dropping them off?” 


“Fine, I dropped Melissa off at her place and then Serah gave me road head on the way back to her place, so all in all it was pretty good.” The raccoon joked in return. 


“Nice, nice…wait, is Serah the fox or was that…” This time it was Bailey who piped up. 


“No Melissa was the fox, Serah is an otter.”


“Oh right, sorry.” Bailey whispered.


“Well uh, let me get you that pillow and blanket then.” He said before slipping back down the hallway. 


“Huh, well it looks like he did get some afterall, good for him.” The shepherd stated with a chuckle as she kicked her shoes and slid her socks off. 


“Mhmm.” Cooper hummed as he did the same. 


“So, Ol’ Yeller, what's our first date gonna be, first proper date I mean.” Bailey asked as she undid her jeans and shuffled out of them. 


“Hmmm, I’ll think of something good.” the lab replied with a sly smile as he again followed suit while the shepherd unhooked her bra and slid it out from underneath her shirt. 


Bailey waited for Cooper to lay down on the sofa before settling herself down on top of him, her bushy tail working to cover up at least part of her butt as she let her weight down on her new boyfriend. For his part Cooper was rather surprised at how cheeky Bailey’s panties were, he’d felt them from the front but as he cupped her ass he felt a good bit of warm butt fur under his hand. While his right took a handful of tush, his left wrapped around the girl’s back, symbolically holding her in place atop him.  


“You’re warm.” Cooper said softly in Bailey’s ear as she snuggled in close, her ample chest cushioning her body against her lover. 


“Mmm, you’re comfy.” She whispered back. 


Gentle footsteps echoed down the hallway as Brad approached with a pillow and soft looking fleece blanket. The raccoon tried not to gawk at the thick slab of shepherd ass that was visible to him as he handed the blanket to Cooper. The yellow lab tossed it over Bailey’s back and covered them up before stuffing the pillow under his head. Its soft cushion aided the comfort provided by the folded up blanket already beneath him as he settled in. 


“Alright, G’night guys.” Brad whispered before padding back to his room as the muffled sound of Marie begging to be knotted could be heard emanating from Tucker’s room. 


“Is she giving you ideas?” Cooper joked as he watched Bailey’s ear tune in to the sound. 


“Hmph, you wish.” 


“Yeah kinda.” 


Bailey snorted in response to the lab’s joke, wiggling her body further onto his as she relaxed. Wrapping her arms under his chest she held the boy tight, the feeling of him pressed into her, his hand cupping her buttcheek while his other wrapped around her back made the shepherd for the first time in her life feel truly at peace, like the last puzzle piece had just been fit into place. 


‘Is it too early to feel all this?’ She wondered, a cold flicker of doubt creeping into the warm glow radiating throughout her body. 


‘I don’t know…maybe? But then again, some people say they know right away…’ the shepherd continued pondering as she felt Cooper’s breathing slow as the lab drifted off to sleep. 


‘Who knows what the right answer is, but right now, this feels…nice.’ 


Bailey settled her head down, laying it the side so she could tuck her snout under Cooper’s chin like a feral she wolf protecting her mate.


‘I could get used to this…’ Was the last thought before she too drifted off to sleep. 




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Warm, late morning light beamed in through the slats of the blinds and bathed Cooper’s face in warm light. It was already almost noon as the yellow lab’s eyes fluttered open and were overwhelmed by the brightness. Turning on his side to escape the beam the yellow lab blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light and his brain shook off the fogginess of sleep. Without looking at his phone he could already tell that he had overslept, and that his form was no longer weighed down by the mass of his new lover. The house was silent apart from the dull hum of the air conditioning, as if it were totally empty save himself. Rubbing the last of the drowsiness out of his eyes the lab rose from the couch, the soft blanket sloughing off as he stood. Stars danced in Cooper’s vision as he stretched, the various sinews and muscles in his body all waking along with his brain as he twisted and contorted himself. Upon relaxing and letting out a deep sigh, his arms still gently windmilling, the gold furred canine noticed a pair of handguns, jeans, socks and a bra still laying on the floor where he and Bailey had left them. 


‘Well at least she’s still here, didn’t get cold paws and run off back home.’ He thought to himself, scratching his rear as he padded into the kitchen clad in his t-shirt and boxers. 


The kitchen was empty, the bowl, plate and small collection of silverware left in the sink served as the only evidence of any recent use. Cooper felt a slight rumble in his stomach as he stood in the empty space. Looking at the clock on the stove confirmed to him that it was already almost noon. He knew that Jason and his roommates kept the fridge at least somewhat well stocked, and since the coffee pot on the counter stood empty, the yellow lab committed himself to raiding the refrigerator for his breakfast.  


‘There’s gotta be something in here…’ The canine mused as he opened the fridge door and peered inside. 


Inside were all sorts of leftovers from dinners that Cooper wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch along with plenty of ingredients that he didn’t know what to do with. Just as he was about to give up and raid the pantry for some chips he spotted the telltale triangular outline of pizza slices wrapped in aluminum foil tucked away in the back corner. 


“Yessss” He whispered gleefully as he reached for them. 


But as he took hold of the cold aluminum he felt a strong, groping hand take a full helping of his left buttcheek as he bent over in front of the fridge. Cooper jumped from the sheer surprise, his scrounged pizza flying through his vision as he reflexively tossed it upwards only for it to land right back in his hand. 


“Hey handsome.” Bailey said in a cool tone as she relished the sight of the spooked lab. 


“WHAT THE- what the hell Bailey!?” He stammered, catching his volume before he could fully shout at her. 


“Tch, You sayin’ you wouldn’t do the same if you saw my butt bent over like that?” The shepherd crossed her arms in front of her and cocked a hip to one side as she posed the question, her face twisted in a coy grin. 


“I mean, sure, you just uh…spooked me is all…” Cooper replied, unraveling the foil with whatever dignity he had left. 


“Mhm, anyway, there ain’t a washer or dryer in this damn house, I looked all over.” Bailey continued with a note of frustration. 


“Yeah they have to use the laundromat down the road…speaking of, where is everyone?” the lab replied as he took the first bite of his cold pie. 


“I dunno, they all left to do their own thing, I guess Brad and Jason had to take their girls back home, but I’m not sure what the other two are up to.” 


“Tucker and Marie?” 


“Yeah them, they left not too long ago actually, she was dressed up all fancy like.” 


“Hmm, maybe she was dragging him to brunch with her friends or something like that.” Cooper posited between bites. 


Bailey shrugged and looked off to the side, the big shepherd letting out a sigh as she headed for the couch. Cooper watched, his eyes locked on the girl’s rear as she pulled her shirt off over the top of her head. Now wearing nothing but her purple underwear she bent down and retrieved the black bra off the floor, the shepherd fully aware of the show she was putting on. 


“Hey Bailey.” He called, stuffing half chewed pizza to one side in his mouth. 


“Yeah?” The shepherd replied, turning around to face him and in the process flashing her bare chest. 


“Nice tits.” 


Now Cooper wore a smug smile on his snout as he chuckled to himself and bit into the crust. Bailey playfully flipped him off before sliding back into the undergarment.  


“Asshole.” She muttered as she wiggled back into her shirt and grabbed her pants off the floor, the shepherd leaving her ass in plain view as she then stuffed herself back into them. 


“I really should get these washed before I go home. These still smell like pussy, like it's obvious.” Bailey stated in a matter of fact tone as she grabbed her holstered sidearm and reattached it. 


“I have a washer and dryer at my apartment.” Cooper said as he shoved the last of the pizza crust in his mouth. 


Bailey seemed to contemplate the offer for a moment while Cooper took the time to join her in the living room and reacquainted himself with his discarded clothes and pistol. 


“Do you have a roommate?” Bailey asked as Cooper buttoned up his jeans. 


“Yeah, but he isn’t there, he’s at sea right now.” The lab replied, his voice somewhat strained as he then hunched over to force his shoes back on. 


“Oh, he’s in the Navy?” The dark furred shepherd’s ears perked up at the prospect of war stories. 


“Nope, he works on one of those big fuckin’ cargo ships, like with all the containers on them.” 


“Huh, well shit I bet that pays the rent!” The shepherd said with a snort through her nose as she looked off to the side. 


‘Not as cool…still pretty cool though…’ She mused silently. 


A pause settled over the couple as Cooper nodded his head in agreement to her statement. His roommate’s hefty paychecks and lack of a wife meant that rent was hardly ever a concern for the two of them, and freed Cooper to devote more of his own pay to his various hobbies. But as they sat there in the looming silence, Bailey’s mind raced to find another topic of conversation while the lab steadied himself to finalize his big play on the female. 


“So uh…did you wanna head back to my place?” Cooper said, cutting the silence and switching back to his primary objective. 


“You can get those clothes washed, and then we can just chill out, put on a movie…you know.” The lab continued, lowering his voice and adopting a silky tone that made his intentions clear. 


Bailey played into the advance with her now familiar confident and coy demeanor. Though Cooper knew from experience that she wanted it just as much as he did, and was just making him earn it. 


“Mhm, yeah right, don’t act like I don’t know what you mean by that!” The shepherd’s tail wagged behind her, just the tip darting back and forth. But it was enough to give her away. 


Cooper took notice of the motion and how the girl’s eyes tracked his every move, her body tense as she waited for him to play the next card in his deck. 


“Oh I know, but I also know that you didn’t get enough last night. You want to finish what we started?” 


Bailey grit her teeth and looked away, her tough exterior fading once again. Cooper’s words struck their target. She had wanted more last night, her thoughts swimming with sultry visions of the two of them locked together in union as she lay atop him on the sofa.


‘When did I get so fucking good with women?’ Cooper mused to himself as he took note of the effect he was having on the shepherd. 


“I mean…we probably can’t…I brought my tuck and-” 


“There’s guest parking.” Cooper interjected. 


He could see her fang poking out of her jowl as she bit her lip, the shepherd’s fluffy tail now moving more and more of its own volition. Bailey knew that she wanted to give in to the lab’s advances, and didn’t have any more excuses to stop herself from doing it.


“So, you wanna?” The lab asked once again, his voice barely above a whisper as he gestured with his head towards the door. 


Bailey snapped her tongue off the roof of her mouth, her body relaxing as she accepted her own desires. 


“Yeah, to hell with it lets go, I guess if we’re gonna date, then we’re gonna fuck.” She said in a determined, strong voice as she rose quickly from her seat. 


“I’ll follow you, I don't have any of that GPS shit.” Bailey's tough, rural farmgirl tone flooded back into her voice as she snatched up her hoodie. 


“If you wanna grab the guns from Jason’s room I’ll get my truck warmed up.” She continued, pulling her keys out of the pocket where they had spent the night. 


‘This woman…we’re about to go hookup and she’s talking like we’re going hunting…Is this what love is supposed to feel like?’ Cooper thought to himself, his own inner monologue a sarcastic voice as he observed the shepherd’s oddities with a mix of growing attraction and astonishment. 


“Yup, I’ll do that then.” He spoke, the lab stifling a giggle as he made for his friend’s bedroom. 


Their weapons and range gear had been stuffed away in Jason’s closet as his safe wasn’t big enough to accommodate all of them. The feline’s bed was still messy from where he and Carmen had slept together. A few articles of clothing lay scattered across the floor and the air still faintly smelled of sex after the night the pair had spent together. To top it off an open box of condoms sat atop Jason’s dresser along with his small collection of lava lamps and a turntable. Opening the closet door revealed his quarry right where they had been left, although the lab noted that Carmen had left his friend a souvenir in the form of a pair of pink panties sat atop his weapon safe. Cooper’s arms protested as he carried both rifle and pistol cases while the range bags with the ammunition weighed heavily against his back. He could see Bailey snickering behind the wheel of her truck as he observed the lab’s struggle. Under the steady rumble of the idling big block V8 Cooper loaded everything into the back of his car, the lab letting out an exasperated sigh as he closed the trunk lid. 


“Look at you being all gentlemanly!” Bailey called over the low rumble of her engine, the shepherd sarcastically flexing her arm and patting her noticeably fuller muscles. 


“Don’t get too used to it!” Cooper called back with a similarly ornery smile as he moved to open the driver’s door of his small sedan. 


The thump of his door closing muffled the sound of Bailey’s truck, though he could still somewhat feel it still. As he inserted the key into the ignition and turned it, his tiny four cylinder engine sparked to life. Cooper revved his engine a few times, the noise of the buzzing little motor causing the girl to roll her eyes as he bared his teeth in a mock challenge. He could see her reach across the bench seat to wind down the manual windows, the glass slowly making its way down the door while Cooper pressed the switch to roll his powered windows down. 


“You are such a dork you know that?” Bailey joked, a grin creeping across her snout. 


“Yeah, and?” The lab retorted, revving his engine once more. 


“Alright alright! Don’t blow that shitbox up before we get to your place.” 
   


Bailey shook her head as she beheld the spectacle before her. Finally Cooper ceased his fooling around, speaking over the sound of the truck he gave the shepherd his address in case they got separated before rolling his window back up. As he backed up and pulled into the street his eyes were glued to the mirror as he watched Bailey do the same, the grill of her truck taking up most of the real estate in his mirror as he pulled away. 


It was not a far drive to his apartment, Cooper was curious to see how the farmgirl would handle these tighter more urban streets in her larger vehicle and its manual transmission. But if there were any problems on her end it didn’t show as the flat front of the truck maintained a perfect place in the rear view mirror as he led her back to his abode. The guest parking was directly behind his assigned spot and luckily all but one of the handful of spaces were open. Cooper watched as Bailey skillfully backed her truck in, the shepherd balancing the brakes and steering of the old bullnose pickup until it was slotted neatly between the lines. 


‘Girl can drive…’ He mused as he watched her step out. 


This time Cooper was only saddled with the weight of his own guns and ammo as he carried them up the stairs. His apartment sat on the corner of the third floor, the highest that these particular buildings went. The staircase separated Cooper’s building from the one next to it and was kitted out with a rather large balcony on the opposite side to the parking lot. Setting some of his things down the lab fished his key out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, his heart starting to pick up the pace as the door opened into the unlit space beyond. It took Cooper’s eyes a moment to adjust as the door gently closed behind Bailey who immediately locked it. The door opened into a small hallway, on the right sat the door to Cooper’s roommate’s bedroom while the wall on the left continued for a few more feet until it then ended with the kitchen counter extending off. The living room opened up to the right, the far wall’s were glass with a sliding door that opened onto the balcony. Another hallway extended further back with three doors that entered into the bathroom and Cooper’s bedroom, with the third containing a stacked washer and dryer. 


“Go ahead and set those on the counter here.” Cooper said, setting his things down where he had instructed before moving to open the heavy curtains covering the glass panels. 


Bright midday sun flooded into the small space as Cooper threw open the fabric, the parted curtains revealing a rather unexpected view. The lab’s apartment building sat at the top of a small hill, the vantage point allowed him to see over the top of most of the other buildings in the small city beyond, and past that the pointed, snow-covered tops of the mountains completed the horizon. 


“Woah…” Bailey quietly exclaimed as she beheld the sight. 


“Not bad is it? I was surprised that the rent here wasn’t ruinous.” 


“Yeah no kidding, I mean, I see those mountains up close every day from my place, but seeing them from all the way back here… is something new.” There was a subtle longing in Bailey's voice as she took in the view, it was a tone that Cooper hadn’t heard from her before. 


From her words and the way she spoke, he could tell that the dusky shepherd shared a deep connection with the land on which she was raised, it was a part of her soul just as much as anything else.   


“Maybe someday soon I’ll get to see that view, then we’ll be even.” Cooper said in a similarly soft voice, his words bringing Bailey back to the moment. 


“Hm, let's see how you do first…on our date that is.” The shepherd replied with a slight chuckle. 


“Heh, yeah, I’ll think of something fun for us don’t worry. But in the meantime, why don’t I show you where the washer is?” 


“Yeah, sure.” 


Cooper detected a hint of nerves creeping back into her voice yet again, he could almost sense her heart rate climbing as he led her down the hallway and opened the closet door that concealed the machines. 


“I’ll just toss mine in my hamper so they don’t mix.” He said casually, leaving the shepherd to strip on her own as he made for his room. 


Cooper left the door open, abandoning privacy since he knew what the two were there to do. Unlike Jason, Cooper’s bed was well made, his whole room was kept neat and tidy with not a single article of clothing left askew. A small amount of light filtered in through the blinds on his window on the far wall, these were often kept shut as the window only displayed a view of the parking lot. The door was situated in the corner of the room with his bed pushed into the opposite corner. His computer desk opposite the foot while his dresser sat next to it and was topped with his small collection of nice watches and men’s fragrances. A small nightstand sat to the right of the bed and was adorned with a reading lamp. Cooper switched on the light contained within the ceiling fan, taking a seat on his bed and opening his closet door where his clothes hamper was hidden. It only took him a few moments to strip out of his clothes, his shoes he tucked neatly under his bed while his keys, phone, wallet and his concealed carry pistol were all placed either on top of or in his nightstand. 


He felt surprisingly calm without his clothes, he had expected to feel the butterflies swirl in his stomach as he stripped fully naked. Instead he felt relaxed, with only a pleasant feeling of anticipation coursing through him. As he exited his bedroom Bailey had just shut the door to the wash closet, the sound of the machine starting its cycle filling the small space. 


“I wanna do it out here with the view.” The shepherd said as she strutted out to the living room, her arms crossed around her chest and her tail pinned to her rear in an instinctively defensive posture now that the reality of what she was about to do started to set in. 


“Good call.” Cooper replied, his eyes fixed on the shepherd’s sculpted bottom as she walked away from him.  


The sofa was pushed up against the wall with the windows off to the left, a coffee table sat in front while a TV sat atop a stand against the opposite wall. Bailey stood in front of the couch, waiting for Cooper who joined her after a few seconds. 


“I gotta admit, I don’t really know what to do from here…” She said nervously, brushing her long bangs out of her eyes. 


“I’m sorry, I’m a bit self conscious about…this.” The shepherd continued, pushing up her small belly pudge. 


Bailey’s own nerves kept her from staring at Cooper’s bits as she spoke, but now that she was finished and the lab stepped closer her eyes were naturally drawn below his waist. He could practically feel her staring, the sensation causing a warmth to radiate from his exposed private areas as he beheld his nude lover. 


“Bailey…” Cooper shook his head slightly, a slight smile on his snout. 


“What? I’ve got muscle everywhere else almost…” 


The yellow lab stepped forward, placing his hands on Bailey’s generous hips and running them up her sides, letting her soft fur pass across his fingers. His eyes traced every curve of her form, detailing the changes in her fur pattern. He particularly enjoyed how her crotch fur continued up her belly, tapering heavily until it came to a fine point just under her belly button. The shaky rise and fall of her breathing further gave away the girl’s nervous anticipation as Cooper held her there. 


“You’re so fucking hot its not even funny, seriously.” Cooper chuckled a little as he wrapped his hands around Bailey’s back, settling just above her tail as he pulled her in close. 


“Y-you’re just buttering me up…” She stammered, though Cooper could feel her tail start to wag. 


“Just shut up and lay down, would you?” The lab whispered playfully into her ear.    




A hint of a mischievous smile crept across the shepherd’s snout as she complied, laying herself down so she could take in the view, her head resting against the soft pillow laid against the armrest. Cooper joined her as she settled in, the lab taking his place between her legs as she gingerly opened them for him. He could see the nervous anticipation in her eyes as she felt the cool breeze between her legs, her sense of exposure heightened. But from Cooper’s perspective, there wasn’t much of the shepherd that was actually exposed, her heavy coating of pubic fur obscured her details while her bushy tail covered up anything beneath her womanhood. Undeterred, and actually rather aroused by Bailey’s naturalness, the lab leaned his snout in, slowly diving between her legs to repay the oral favor the shepherd had given him the night before. 


“O-Oh, I see.” Bailey shifted her body as she spoke, pushing herself closer to Cooper’s snout to make it easier for him as she realized what he was doing. 


“You know, you’re not bad looking yourself you know…f-for a lab that is.” She teased in a last ditch effort to salvage her tough persona. 


“Also you’ve still got your glasses on, here, gimme.” 


Bailey reached forward between her thighs, pulling Cooper’s square frames off his face and setting them on the coffee table for him.  


“Heh, thanks.” 


“What would you do without me?” The shepherd continued teasing. 


“Certainly not this…” 


Cooper pressed his snout in, the rest of his body settling onto the soft cushion while his paws dangled over the other end of the couch. As his wet nose pressed into Bailey’s dense crotch fur his brain was flooded with a rush of the shepherd’s scent. His brain was saturated with the distinct smell of aroused femininity along with the inherent mustiness that stems from being trapped in jeans all day. A faint twinge of old urine topped off the barrage of odors as Cooper inhaled, the boy pressing his snout further into the jungle. It was only a few inches, but it was enough to conceal a good portion of his snout until at last the squishy tip of the lab’s nose pressed into the soft pudge of Bailey’s mound. 


“Fuck I can’t believe you like this, I thought most men wanted girls to be trimmed…” Bailey mused aloud as she ran her hand through Cooper’s hair. 


“If you ever shave this, I swear…” The lab replied in a serious tone, pulling his snout out just long enough to reply before diving back in.       


Cooper wiggled his snout back and forth to part Bailey’s fur, his tongue poking out and testing until he finally found his target. A shiver wracked the shepherd’s body as her lover’s tongue brushed up against her sensitive femininity. Cooper didn’t let up, bringing his right hand up he used his fingers to part the dense brown fur, exposing the canine’s tight slit. Only a hint of pink labia showed past her lips, pressing his spread fingers into the squishy flesh he parted the girl’s folds, her pussy opening up before his eyes like a flower. Slipping his wide tongue between his digits he tasted everything, releasing his grip and letting her womanhood seal around his snout. Cooper’s tongue continued to work, slipping up and down Bailey’s soft pink petals, the shepherd’s back arching from the pleasure as a heavy moan escaped from deep within her.


“Fuckin’ hell, where’d you learn-” The shepherd’s strained words were cut off as a pleasured growl overtook her throat. 


Cooper didn’t answer, instead he placed his hands on Bailey’s thighs, holding her legs open as he pressed his snout firmly into her pussy, his tongue continuing to send bolts of pleasure through her body as his own was saturated with the flavor of the divine feminine. Her hands too were not idle, her right hand placed atop the lab’s head, holding him in place as he ate her out while her left covered her eyes. Cooper could feel her tail beneath him trying to wag, though it was pinned by his weight. The girl’s entire lower half shook from side to side from the force her tail was attempting to exert as the thrill of the experience overtook her. 


‘My God she’s so adorable…’ Cooper thought to himself as he fought to keep her thighs from squishing his face. 


A barrage of heavy moans and growls filled the lab’s ears as he worked, Bailey wasn’t holding herself back now that the couple had some privacy. Cooper could feel his own body reacting as he felt the fleshy tip of his penis slide out of his sheath and rub against the soft sofa cushion. But as he felt Bailey remove her hand from the top of his head and start working herself over, he knew she was getting close. He made a slight change, shifting upwards his dexterous tongue sought and quickly found the shepherd’s hood, the tiny bit of pink flesh that concealed her sensitive clitoris hidden within her folds. The feeling of the lab’s soft tongue caressing this part of her, his mouth imparting a gentle suction finally sent her over the edge. 


“Yes yes yes, oh God, fuck, yes FUCK, AHH!” The desperate words spilled out of Bailey’s mouth as her legs finally succeeded in smooshing Cooper’s face between them. 


The shepherd’s back lifted off the sofa as her body curled, her eyes wide and her mouth agape as shuddering breaths filtered in and out of her. Cooper was pinned between her legs, her thighs clamped around him and squeezing his tongue out of his snout as it was coated with a healthy coating of her clear juices. Suddenly the lab felt his lover relax, her body flopping back down on the sofa as her lungs filled with air. 


“Holy shit dude, that was fuckin’ INTENSE!” The dark furred German Shepherd exclaimed, giggling and laughing through her deep breaths. 


Cooper too was regaining his breathing, the lab sitting up and gazing down at Bailey as she slumped on his sofa. Her legs were shamelessly spread open before him as one of her arms was draped over her face while the other hung off the edge as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. 


“Yeah…you about popped my head off…” He sighed before he too reclined himself on the opposite end of the sofa, letting his legs spread open just like Bailey’s. 


“Sorry, that was just…REALLY good.” Bailey said in a lively sounding voice that was finally free of any anxiety. 


“I guess I needed that, I’ve never had anyone go down on me before so…” She continued. 


“Thanks, you feel better now?” Cooper asked, picking his head up to hear the response, the lab licking his lips clean and savoring the flavors Bailey had left on his snout. 


“Lots yes, just uh, give me a moment before we do anything else okay?” 


“Sure, there’s some pop and a few beers in the fridge if you want a drink.” Cooper pointed toward the kitchen on the opposite end of the room. 


“Oh, ok, sure.” 


The lab watched as Bailey lifted herself up off the couch and stretched, her tail lifting in the process to give Cooper his first proper look at her ass. His eyes were transfixed as he took the sight in, her fur was dark across most of it with a wide stripe of the same chestnut color that adorned her belly and crotch area right up the middle going all the way under her tail. Some of it spilled under at the bottom, curving under her cheeks to give the top of her thighs a streak of color. The marks here also served to highlight the chiseled curve of the woman’s rear, its large and somewhat square shape having been earned through years of heavy lifting on her family’s ranch, though her wide hips gave her plenty of definition. The moment only lasted for a few seconds as Bailey stretched, her tail dropping down again as the shepherd relaxed. Though as she padded into the kitchen and dining area the natural sway of her hips and tail gave the lab choice glimpses of tush. As she opened the door to the refrigerator Cooper wished in that moment that he had stashed his drinks down lower so he could have seen the shepherd bend over for him. But instead they were placed on the top shelf right where she could easily reach them.  


“What would you like?” She called back to him after picking something out for herself.” 


“Uh, I’ll have a pop please.” the relaxed male replied as his ears picked up the sound of the fridge door closing as he rubbed his eyes. 


“I could never get used to calling this stuff soda-AYY!” Cooper was interrupted by the feeling of an ice cold can held against his balls, his body reflexively jumping up as the ice cold sensation shocked him awake.      


“HAHA! Got ya!” Bailey laughed as she plopped back down, this time handing him the drink properly. 


“That was mean.” he replied, hamming it up as she chuckled. 


Bailey had opted for one of Cooper’s beers and together the couple cracked open their drinks and gulped down some cold refreshment. 


“Man, it's still so weird to me that we’re here right now…doing this. Not that I want to quit, but it's just so…weird.” Bailey said, her eyes focusing on the blank TV as she spoke. 


“No I get what you mean, I wasn’t expecting us to hit it off like this either, to be honest I wasn’t really expecting anything beyond just a normal range day.” Cooper replied as he too gazed into the black nothing on the flat screen. 


“Tch no kidding, and yet here we are…You know I sometimes wondered what the moment would be like, you know, to do it for the first time? I never thought it would happen like this.” The shepherd mused out loud as she took another large sip of beer. 


“Well, that's how it usually goes I guess. I wasn’t expecting to get laid the night of my first time either, so you’re not weird.” 


“Oh? How did that go…ah, if I may ask.” Bailey blushed beneath her fur, nervously brushing her hair aside as she caught herself. 


“Heh, it's fine. Yeah it was a pretty normal night hanging out with my friends, we were all still in highschool. We were at one of their houses, he lived in one of those developments outside the city. Eventually a few girls from the neighborhood came by to hang out and well, I kind of hit it off with one of them…one thing led to another…you know.” 


“Hmmm, I never really had that kind of chance I guess, what was she? Another canine or something else?” 


“Ah, she was a Raccoon actually, really cute…I only saw her a few times after that…She gave me head in a movie theater once, but that was the last thing I ever did with her.” 


Bailey snorted, shaking her head in mock disgust at Cooper’s story of cinema hijinx as she sipped her brew. 


“I’ve definitely never done THAT.” She scoffed playfully. 


“No, but you did give me one in Jason’s bathroom.” Cooper teased, poking Bailey in the side as she rolled her eyes. 


“I uh, guess there wasn’t much opportunity for you to get out and meet people huh?” The lab asked in a sympathetic tone as he gently changed the mood. 


“Nah, it never really bothered me until I noticed other people I grew up with start having proper relationships, get married, have kids, shit like that. You know I’m 24 now so those things are kind of expected of me, and I feel…I don’t know…stunted?” 


‘Wow, I didn’t expect her to open up this much…” Cooper thought to himself, the yellow lab immediately becoming aware of how delicately he now had to tread. 


“I mean, I’m 23 and I haven’t done those things yet, I try not to worry about what other people have done versus what I haven’t, it's not healthy…but I get what you mean, it weighs on me too.”    


“Well…” Bailey said, a smile spreading across her snout as she turned to look Cooper in the eye, “I guess there’s still some hope for us yet.” 


Cooper returned the smile, scooting himself closer to his lover who turned her snout in preparation for the kiss she knew was coming. Gently their mouths pressed together, their soft canine noses pushed aside as their tongues danced gracefully with each other for a passionate moment before separating. 


“I can still taste myself on you…” Bailey whispered as the pair parted. 


"Yeah, that's kinda the point…” Cooper replied in a similarly soft voice as he leaned in for another kiss. 


This time the embrace lasted longer as the couple wrapped their arms around one another. Both of them leaned over, their snouts still pressed together as they set their half full cans on the coffee table. With both arms free Bailey and Cooper wrapped each other up, their respective sets of hands gripping onto the other’s back fur as they made out. Bailey’s weight was greater, her strength more substantial and her kissing more vigorous and soon Cooper found himself leaning back onto the sofa while his lover loomed over him, her tongue filling his mouth as her hands pressed into the cushion on either side of his head. 


“Go ahead girl, work it all out.’ He thought to himself as he felt the weight of the sturdy shepherd pin him down. 


This time it was Bailey who broke the kiss first, a strand of clear saliva stretching between their snouts as she pulled away until it broke and streaked across Cooper’s golden snout. Bailey looked down on him, her tail wagging behind her. It was then that the shepherd realized the control she now had over the situation. Things could proceed now on her terms for the first time since she’d started fooling around with the lab, it was a change that brought her comfort and sent a wave of confidence surging through her body. Cooper could see the shift in Bailey’s body as he looked up at her, from the tail swishing behind her to the look of hunger that now graced the shepherd’s face. 


“Careful, go slow.” Cooper warned in a hushed voice, the lab eager to not have his junk crushed by an overeager shepherd as the ends of Bailey’s crotch fluff tickled the fleshy parts of him that were exposed. 


“Yeah, I got this.” She replied in a determined voice as she set herself down. 


Despite her words, a crumb of self doubt still lingered in her mind as she felt the velvety sheath between her legs. But Cooper knew his way around, with his right hand he steadied himself, holding his manhood in position as the shepherd above him figured things out for herself. It took a moment of wiggling her hips to find the right angle as Cooper held himself steady, but soon she found her mark and the sensation of the warm tip of his penis slipping through her plush outer lips sent a shiver up her spine. 


‘There you go.” Cooper encouraged in a warm voice as he felt Bailey’s body heat envelop the tip of his cock. 


Bailey took a moment to savor the sensation before her lover gently pressed his hips up into her, pressing the first inch of himself into her. Another shudder wracked the dark furred canine’s body as her tunnel accepted its first male. With their bodies now properly in union Bailey could let her instincts take over, her weight settling lower onto Cooper’s body as he pushed himself in. Their movements were soon in sympathy with one another, Cooper gently thrusting his hips upwards to meet Bailey as she lowered herself. The rhythm was slow and gentle at first as she became accustomed to the myriad of feelings and sensations bombarding her senses. Bailey couldn’t help but tense up, her breathing coming in shaky and shallow as her body struggled to cope. She became conscious of a warm feeling of pleasure wafting up from between her legs as more and more of the lab’s length made itself at home in her sex. 


“That feels so…so…” She stammered, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation. 


“Feels good doesn’t it?” Cooper said with a chuckle as he gently gripped Bailey’s thighs. 


“Why don’t you open your eyes? You wanted to see the view while we did it.” He continued, patting the soft part of the girl’s leg to snap her out of the trance. 


The lab’s efforts worked as Bailey blinked her eyes open, the shepherd taking in the view as she softly bounced on Cooper’s dick. Her body relaxed too as she beheld the sight out of the window, her breathing calming in the process. 


“Wow, this is incredible…” Bailey said with a pleasured sigh, her body’s motion slowing to almost nothing.  


“Uh huh, here, try rocking your hips back and forth a bit.” Cooper advised, rubbing his hands up and down Bailey’s thighs as he now tried to keep her focused. 


“Oh? Like this?” The shepherd asked, looking down at her lover as she began to gingerly hump back and forth. 


“Sure, I mean, you’re on top so do whatever feels best.” Cooper said with a chuckle as his hands worked their way to Bailey’s hips. 


Cooper was perfectly fine with being Bailey’s test bed as she tried things out, everything was new to her and he expected things to be awkward as she found her footing. Luckily for him there was plenty for him to hold on to, the shepherd’s well endowed backside provided a lovely purchase for him as she began to work herself over. He was forced to tip his head almost all the way back, the view of the outside world now appearing upside down since if he looked up he’d be greeted by a pair of healthy breasts swinging back and forth as their owner humped him into the cushions. If he looked forward then the sight of his penis vanishing repeatedly into the large tuft of caramel colored fur would undoubtedly put him over the edge even quicker than the sight of Bailey’s tits would. The sensation of her pussy alone was already nearly too much for him, the lab having evidently underestimated the effect his dry spell had on his endurance. 


“God damn…where has this been all my life?” Bailey asked rhetorically through heavy breaths. 


“Between my legs.” The yellow lab teased from beneath as his lover alternated between grinding and bouncing her ass off his hips. 


“Asshole, y-you know what I mean!” 


“Mhm.” Cooper hummed with satisfaction. 


Bailey soon forgot her lover’s little quip as the pleasurable sensations continued to rise up from beneath her. The filling warmth of Cooper’s member buried in her tunnel was scratching a long ignored itch within her subconscious. She could feel the pointed tip of it just starting to kiss her back wall, the sensation driving her mad as she pressed herself down onto it even harder. Bailey leaned over the lab’s body, the shepherd’s instincts taking over as her chest engulfed his face whether he wanted it or not. 


“Bailey, wait…Bailey BAILEY!” Cooper shouted, his cries muffled by her breasts as the shepherd pushed and ground herself down hard into him. 




The pair gritted their teeth, aggressive sounds escaping their throats as the sound of a knot locking into place filled their ears. The sudden push down onto him had taken Cooper by surprise, he hadn’t expected her to make such a move, though now it was out of his hands. His body bucked upwards, his tie swelling in size even more as it held the two in place. A tsunami of pure pleasure crashed over the lab as he felt the warm textured walls of Bailey’s pussy clamp around him. With his knot tied, Bailey was forced to accept the hot flood of fresh semen that was soon gushing into her. Cooper wrapped his hands around the shepherd’s back, holding her against his body while his cock continued to twitch and flood her with his seed. 


“Oh god…So…so that's what that feels like…” Bailey moaned in Cooper’s ear as she accepted the warmth filling her. 


“Heh, good ain’t it?” He whispered back from between her tits. 


“Oh?...Oh sorry!” The shepherd exclaimed as she realized that she was smothering her lover. 


Sitting herself back upright Bailey took in the view once again, the shepherd placing her hand above the still pulsing canine penis tied within her. 


“Fuck, its still going…” She said, her words almost a moan as she savored the feeling of the ongoing insemination.   


“Yeah, i-it does that. I was gonna warn you b-but…you got carried away.” Cooper replied in a strained voice as sudden shivers periodically wracked his body with each rope he shot against the shepherd’s cervix. 


“This is my first time ever tying raw.” He continued, his hands finding their way back to the girl’s butt as she sat still atop him. 


“Wait really?” Bailey asked with genuine surprise in her voice. 


“Well…umpf…yeah, I wasn’t really trying to become a father too early.” He joked as another surge of pleasure washed over him, his dick continuing to release waves of sperm into the female sat atop him. 


Those words caused a mild panic to slam into the shepherd like a freight train as she suddenly realized the gravity of what she potentially had just done. 


“Should I even ask if it's a safe day?” Cooper chuckled with a resigned smile. 


Bailey looked away, too embarrassed to meet Cooper’s eye as she pondered what might be happening within her. 


“Look, don’t worry about that right now, we’ll be fine.” He said, the lab was fully aware that his words couldn’t fix the problem, but he also knew that he couldn’t just say nothing. 


“Yeah, well what if it isn’t fine! What if-” Bailey began to shout, stopping herself before she could get too carried away.


“Bailey, it's almost spring, you don’t smell like or taste like you’re in heat anymore, it's gonna be fine.” 


Cooper knew as well as Bailey did that even though the primary fertility season for most canines was over, there was still risk since some women were still fertile for a few weeks afterwards, even though they didn’t present as such. The whole thing was an unpredictable mess to begin with, they were all taught in school that canine girls go into heat during winter, but also that each female is different and that it can happen at any time of the year. It was all too confusing for the young pups to wrap their heads around at the time, and many of their peers had wound up in very similar situations with awkward, if adorable results nine months later. 


“You don’t know that…” Bailey replied in a calmer but still worried voice, her arms crossed in front of her.  


Cooper slid his hands up her sides in an effort to comfort the shepherd, his manhood had finally ceased delivering its cargo and now served to hold the couple in place to ensure the army of swimmers it had pumped into her stood the best chance of finding their mark.  


“Look, even if this…should happen, I’m not going anywhere.” He said, moving his hands down low to her abdomen, covering Bailey’s womb as he spoke, the lab looking up at his partner with a comforting smile. 


“Well…Good! If you knock me up and try to skip town then I’ll come after you with gelding tongs!” Bailey exclaimed, looming back over Cooper with a wicked smile on her face to drive the point home. The lab knew that she was only half joking. 


Cooper tried his best to wear an innocent smile as he looked into Bailey’s face, glad to see some of the usual humor and wittiness returning to her demeanor. 


“So, Ol’ Yeller…what do we do now?” She asked with a twinge of snide smugness in her voice as she sat back up.


“You keep calling me that as if it gets under my skin.” Cooper replied as he tried to sit himself up somewhat and relieve the weight of the shepherd pressing down on him. 


“But, to answer your question, we wait.” 


“We wait?”


“Yup, could be over an hour since you’re really tight.” He said, staining as he propped himself up on the armrest. 


“Hmmm, I don’t know if I can listen to you talk for that long.” Bailey teased, sticking out her tongue at the yellow lab beneath her. 


“Alright, so pop a titty in my mouth and put the TV on.” He retorted, smacking her ass. 


“Tch, you dork…where’s the remote.” 


It was a bit of struggle but in a few moments the couple had flipped themselves over so that Cooper now lay atop Bailey, the lab suckling happily at her breast as she played a 70’s western on his TV. By the time Cooper felt his knot begin to deflate he had successfully wetted both of Bailey’s tits, her nipples and surrounding fur coated and saturated with the saliva of a very pleased yellow lab. Both of their bodies shuddered as his member slid out of her, the lab’s penis was coated in a shiny mix of both of their fluids as it claimed victory over its newly conquered territory with one final little spurt of cum onto Bailey’s belly pudge. Cooper admired the tiny river of semen that slowly leaked out of the shepherd’s bushy snatch before padding off to the bathroom to get her a warm damp towel to wash herself with. 


“You made such a mess…” Bailey lamented as she wiped her pussy clean only for another rivulet to slide out and down her ass. 


“No, YOU did that when you crash landed on my knot!” Cooper retorted with a laugh as he cracked open a cold beer, one for himself and one for his new mate. 


“Shut up.” 


The now freed Cooper plopped himself down on the couch next to Bailey as a shootout scene played on the screen in front of them. 


“Heh, this might be my last brew for a little while…” The shepherd mused, twirling the can around and observing the golden contents. 


“Like I said, whatever happens, we’ll be fine.” Cooper replied, putting his arm around her shoulders as an outlaw fell from a rooftop after taking a bullet. 


“So uh, your dad isn’t expecting you back today?” 


“Nah, I told him I’d be out with friends today too, he knows I crashed back at Jason’s place last night.” 


“Well good, because you know, your clothes still have a drying cycle.” Cooper’s tone made it clear that he had ulterior motives other than just Bailey’s clothes. 


There was a pause as the shepherd’s mind raced to work out what he meant. 


“Wait…Ohhhhhh, ok haha…yeah but uh…what else would we do? We kinda did the whole thing.” She replied with a curious look as the realization hit her. 


‘Oh lord this girl…’ Cooper mused silently at her naivety. 


“Bailey…there is SO much more that I want to do with you.”