A whispered promise
Just remember when you finish reading this story, that the only plot line I got was "a female anthro collie gets reunited with a male human after she was separated from her armed unit." So there you go, if you do a request, don't give me a bloody six thousand word plot, just something simple
A Whispered Promise
The jungle was peaceful, tranquil, almost silent except for the odd birdcall echoing hauntingly through the mist that so often rose during the night. It was nighttime now, the sun having set several hours before, and creatures stirred in the jungles depths, stalking their prey.
Hidden behind the foliage, behind lush ferns and rusty iron fences, at least nine feet tall, was a few buildings with lights shining from their windows. Squares of yellow in the darkness, the burning torches at the gates attracting a score of moths and insects. A moth flew past the flame, it's wing catching alight, a small fire engulfing its body as it pin-wheeled to the ground, landing with a soft flutter of flaming wings and silent screams, a phoenix in miniature.
The flames dispersed and the moth shook itself off, spreading its wings again, revealing the long, clear membranes of a butterfly, before winging towards the building, taking roost in the shadowy recess behind a large barrel marked 'biohazard' with the cliché huge yellow warning with the biohazard sign on them. A liquid slowly seeped from the container, not glow-in-the-dark as the movies and books suggested, but rather a sluggish brown, slowly polluting the ground and surrounding wildlife.
Above the barrel was a window, and through the window, a collie could be seen, a female, her white and brown fur matted and dirty with blood and sweat as she strained at the straps holding her, taking the lashing she was receiving from the whip with only soft, barely audible whimpers of pain, only spurring her torturer to flail at her harder, her back covered with a criss-cross of small wounds, which wouldn't scar, as the general had ordered. They couldn't have the collie showing signs of torture when they dumped the body.
Meg slumped against her bonds, her eyes slowly closing as she let the pain lull her into unconsciousness, only jerking slightly every time the whip fell, leaving stripes of muted fire across her shoulders and back, her head started to nod as she let the blackness take her. It was the only way to survive the torture, endure, and let the sleep take her, so they would leave her alone till next day. They had already broken her spirit, and she was destitute, barely knowing where she was, who she was, or the answers to the questions they kept asking.
A year in the past, she had been part of a crack reconnaissance/early-response Special Forces team based in the Amazon jungle, specifically placed in the best strategic position to take up strikes against the corrupt dictator who had been trying to take over the country.
WMD's were big business in congress arguments, and when a large amount of uranium-163 [I'm not a nuclear energy nut...I forget what number it is] was found to be leaking into the Amazon River and contaminating the fish supplies off the seaboard for miles around, the team was sent in to investigate, and stop the leak. Fifth freedom.
The team never did find the place that was dumping vast amounts of trace radiation into the river, but they had found the team.
The team was in a zodiac when it happened, the sleek black hull skimming along the water while the quiet engine rumbled softly in counterpoint to the chirp of cicadas. [Africa has cicadas? if not, change to 'crickets']
Bullet number one took them completely by surprise, and their poor zodiac was punctured immediately, the 7.62 millimetre bullet shearing clean through it and a few feet into the water below before losing it's momentum and sinking to the bottom. The team had bailed rather quickly after that, simply rolling off the sides of the rapidly dying water craft and into the cold, eel and snake-infested waters. Thankfully this wasn't an area infested with piranhas, though Meg was sure she felt something nip one of her ankles.
The collie had struck out for the shore, side arm, trying desperately to keep her laser-sighted m-16 assault rifle's barrel above water, treading water with one arm awkwardly held up above the surface, striking out for the shore. She was in a worse strategic position. The gunfire was coming from the right riverbank, and she had been on that side when the boat started sinking, so she had to head towards the gunfire of risk accidentally running into one of the other members of the unit and causing confusion. They had trained for this, but it was a lot harder in actuality.
As soon as she got to shore, she knew something was wrong. None of her team was on this side, even though their training stated that they should split into two teams of four and regroup on the banks on either side.
Meg had clambered up the steep bank, using gnarled roots as foot and paw-holds, taking a higher position, flicking on the laser sight for her M-16 and aiming it for the place where she could see the gunfire emanating from. The laser was a dead giveaway of her position, but she didn't intent to miss. As soon as she saw the laser drift down onto where the gunfire was coming from, she fired three short bursts, smiling with satisfaction as she quickly flicked off her laser sight and started to move quickly and quietly to another position.
She never made it.
An explosion came from the water, probably an RPG or launched grenade, a huge splash of river water cascading into the air and across the surrounding jungle, and then a second and third explosion came, closer to Meg, lifting her off her feet and sending her against a tree, back-first, winding her so badly she couldn't move, and just sat there, her ears ringing, trying to gather enough air into her lungs to get up or even more her fingers.
The soldier was big and powerful, and he had no trouble kicking away her gun and then laying his boot right into her muzzle, knocking her out. She awoke in a cold, hard room, and the lashings were the first thing she got used to.
* * *
Meg came back to consciousness in the small tin shed that served as her quarters. Only the meanest accoutrements were allowed her, a single bed, with a thin, insubstantial mattress, ragged blankets, which at least kept her moderately warm, and a bucket of water. She was allowed out once every four hours to use the toilet, always under close guard by both the watchtowers and the soldiers who escorted her. She was allowed barely any privacy, and no way at all to do her own thing. She couldn't read, couldn't write, couldn't toss something and catch, couldn't really do anything, except lie on her bed and stare at the ceiling, otherwise the guard outside her door would hear her moving and enquire as to what she was doing.
So she sat, and waited, waited for one of two things, rescue, or death.
* * *
"Did you pray to your god's for rescue this morning?" The Rottweiler asked. He was the captain of this little encampment, and he answered directly to the general, who told him exactly what to do.
"I don't believe in god." Meg said, gritting her teeth and staring at the ground.
"Pity. It looks as if you have nothing but cold hard science as your comfort when you meet your end." He said flippantly, looking back down at his book.
The guard stationed at the door raised his rifle, holding it at shoulder height, staring down the length of it at the back of her head. "Kneel!" He barked, and then whacked her behind the knee with the butt of his gun, forcing her down, and then pressed the cold hard barrel of the gun against her head.
She sighed and stared at the ground. She didn't want the last thing she saw being the ugly Captain, and waited for the cold hard bullet to take her head off.
"Not in here. Blood stains are so hard to get out of mahogany." The captain said, rubbing an imaginary spot of dust off the desk he was seated at.
"It's imitation wood." Meg muttered as she was herded out the door, and the captain shot after them, "make sure she suffers!"
The guard laughed evilly and pushed her between the shoulder blades rather hard, making her stumble slightly. "The faster you walk, the faster we can have some fun." The guard said with another evil laugh.
Meg shook her head in disgust, and earned herself a hard whack in the kidneys for her troubles.
"Hurry up!" he growled at her, dragging her to her feet and forcing her to keep walking, the collie now limping and holding her side, her breath coming in short gasps.
The guard herded her into a small room, probably a guardroom, and threw her to the floor, staring down at her hungrily and smiling slightly, revealing long rows of canine teeth.
He fell upon her and she put up a slight resistance, and then just went still, staring at the wall as the guard started to remove the small amount of clothes she was allotted.
The collie, even when dirty with her fur matted and covered in grime, was quite a site. She was only 5 foot 7, with long flowing brown hair, unkempt at the moment, with brown all up and down her back, tail and legs, with white along her underbelly, her two small breasts, between her legs, and half-way down the inside of her thighs. A slight line of pink showing under the white fur between her legs was the guards target, and he quickly had his sheath exposed, his length started to grow, his paws roughly sliding across her legs and belly as he lusted for her.
"Is this how your boyfriend does it to you?" He asked in a whisper, his head held near her ear, an evil smile on his muzzle.
Meg stared at the wall and didn't answer, Jason's name on her lips for a second as she frowned slightly, sighing in a sad way as she felt the guard part her legs. She blinked a few times and fought off tears. She didn't want to lose her virginity to some guard in a small, dingy room moments before she was to die. She had always thought it would be with Jason, and not this foul creature about to take her.
Jason...
...
Jason...
Meg snarled and grabbed the guard by the scruff of his neck, twisting and turning herself over onto her side and throwing the guard over her shoulder, her long claws, unclipped for nearly a year, dug deeply into his flesh as she half let go, intending to tear the muscles from the bone with her claws.
The guard held his profusely bleeding arm as he struggled to his feet, eyes wide as he regarded the snarling, growling creature before him.
Meg leapt upon him, and his piercing cry echoed throughout the camp as the collie tore out his jugular with her teeth.
* * *
The captain looked up from his notebook, staring at the cry that had echoed from the room where the collie and the guard had just went into. "Jesus Christ he's a fast worker...make sure he didn't tie with her, if he did, throw a bucket of water over them or something, the general wants her dealt with now, while the river is high enough to carry her body a long way."
The guard saluted smartly and walked out, heading for the door.
His paw was on the handle, and it had just clicked, indicating it had opened, when two bullets punched through the door and into his chest, one after the other.
The captain looked up again and frowned. He hadn't wanted blood in his facility. It attracted all the blood-sucking insects in swarms, not to mention the larger denizens of the forest.
"Clean up crew to containment room seven." He said into the PA system, his claw holding down the button that let him broadcast to the entire facility.
The collie stood in the middle of the room, still holding the slightly smoking rifle in her paws, eyes narrowed as she whirled and put two bullets in the corpse of the soldier who had tried to take from her what was Jason's by right.
She snarled and opened the door as the clean-up crew came stomping up to it, their eyes going wide as they held their scrub-brushes and buckets dumbly in their hands, blinking and staring even as the front ranks of their group went down from accurate shots to the head.
Meg was silent, holding her gun at shoulder height, 'in the zone' as she called it.
She was a silent killing machine, every instinct tuned to every bullet as she started working her way forwards, stepping over the bodies of the dead, carefully not stepping in the blood, her naked form and high-powered rifle creating a stark contrast.
The collie walked without embarrassment. It didn't matter who saw her, because the moment they saw her they took a bullet to the head. Her first target was the captain, who was now shouting orders into the PA, the guards in the guard towers cart wheeling out and down to the ground as they took bullets to the chest and throats.
A soft snarl erupted from her throat as she caught sight of the door to the captains office, and she strode up to it, oblivious to the return fire now smacking all around her, nearly ruffling her fur in passing. But, miraculously, all the bullets missed, and the captain was left staring as two bullets tore into the frame of the doorway, splintering the hinges so that single kick from the collie sent it half-way across the small room to leave it laying on the desk like a ramp, a sharp of shrapnel hitting the large window behind the desk and allowing night air to stream in as she levelled her weapon at the captain.
"This is for Jason." She snarled, as she put three bullets in him, wheeling about and putting two more into the chest of a guard entering the room. She dropped her rifle and picked up the dying guards one, sighting on a group of three guards rushing across the courtyard towards her, a single guard bringing up the rear on a motorcycle.
Motorcycles were generally the preferred method of transport in this jungle. If you had to chase down someone on foot who had just entered the forest, it was impossible unless you had a small, nimble vehicle, a jeep just couldn't go places the wasp motorcycles could.
Meg fired three short bursts; the first two guards dropping to the dirt while the third took cover, the motorcycle rider doggedly persisting.
The collie quickly slipped behind cover, checking her rifle and cursing loudly as she found she only had three bullets left. The clip was small, only twenty rounds, and there was no other clips around, and no guns she could just pick up. She looked around desperately as the droning of the motorcycle became louder and louder.
The motorcycle rider had a good idea. Drive the motorbike into the captain's office, cut off he retreat, and catch her in the crossfire.
His vehicle hurtled towards Meg's position, and he gunned the engine, intending to do a sweeping rear-wheel slide-out to get his bike to stop inside the office, before she could stop him.
But Meg had other ideas.
As the motorbike slipped past, she stepped out of cover and nailed the rider right in the face with the butt of her weapon, jarring her arm to the shoulder as the rider slipped off backwards, head hitting the ground and splitting like a cracked egg as his motorbike overbalanced, the front wheel hitting the right frame of the door, sending the bike pin wheeling into the office, smacking against the wall, the rear wheel still spinning as it started to slowly idle out.
Meg stared at the office, at the tilted door resting on the desk, and then at the large window, and the high fence beyond. And she smiled.
"Come play tag motherfuckers." She murmured, grinning evilly as she whirled and put her last remaining bullets in the door nearby, running at it and giving it a leaping kick, carrying her through the broken door into the corridor beyond, the collie starting to run, knowing where the door was by the amount of time they had taunted her with it.
She skidded to a stop in front of the door, and then gave it five swift kicks, the hinges splintering and the door slowly falling inwards. Meg smiled, and then laughed softly, leaping into the room and taking up her M-16 assault rifle, flicking on the laser sight and selecting the single-shot setting, making sure it was loaded before taking a small charge from the rack she had taken the M-16 from. All her liberated weapons lay there, and she also took her bowie knife, but lost it a second later to the throat of a guard stupid enough to come charging around the corridor and through the doorway.
The collie smiled to herself as she stepped out of the room, totally naked now except for the belts of ammunition that adorned her, her modified M-16 rigged to accept both clips and belts, the reason it had two barrels.
The first guard got a good taste of pain as two bullets lashed out from her rifle, one from each barrel, catching him in the midsection. Meg stepped over him, smiling still as she let rip with the belt-fed half of her gun, tearing holes in walls and peppering the guard towers with bullet holes.
She had to laugh as a bullet hit one of the many men who had taken up motorcycles, the wounded guard sliding backwards off the seat as the bike slid forwards and ankle-tapped two men who were running towards her, knocking them flat.
A grenade rolled towards them, and they struggled to get up, the collie walking calmly over and kicking their guns away while they were distracted, a slight break in the gunfire afforded to her as the other guards feared hitting one of their own.
Meg picked up the grenade, which still had its pin in it, and then shot one guard in the face, still smiling nonchalantly.
"You don't mind if I borrow your bike?" She asked, before putting another bullet in the second soldier, the gunfire resuming as she stood the bike up and jumped on it, drawing her service pistol from under her arm and dropping one of the guards in the tower as she kicked the bike into life, dropping her pistol and drawing the canister she had taken from the room where her weapons had been kept.
"Please don't have an expiry date..." She murmured to herself as she pressed three switches on it, flipped up the top, and flicked the switch. She dropped the canister as she spun the wheels on the big motorbike and shot off towards the captain's office, praying that the imitation mahogany desk would be strong enough to support a bike going at high speeds.
She laid herself flat on the bike and braced herself as she shot through the doorway and onto the tilted door, which was resting against the desk.
The door acted like a ramp, splintering at it took the weight of the bike, but still supporting her enough for her to make the jump.
Unfortunately, the desk didn't quite enjoy the weight as much as the door, the imitation wood legs splintering and the whole desk dropping a foot or so.
This drastically changed the angle of the jump, and the bike didn't quite make it all the way, the front wheel hitting the leading edge of the window and stopping in an instant, all the centrifugal force transferred straight to Meg's body.
Her knees hit the handlebars as she was catapulted forwards and through the window in a crashing of glass, her face and arms being cut as she sailed up and over the high fence, cart wheeling hopelessly through the air. She had never seen what lay past that fence, but she soon found it was a sickeningly long drop to the ground, the last thing she saw before hitting the river being a large plume of flame exploding outwards from the guard camp, the entire structure of the buildings splintering under the force of the massive explosion.
Meg struggled to the surface of the river, shivering and naked, blindly grabbing a tree root as it passed by and then hauling herself onto the muddy bank, her head hitting the wonderfully soft mud and her mind going blank.
* * *
The collie awoke in hospital, her head swimming with pain and her arms and legs leaden with weakness. She lifted her head with difficulty, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Had it all been some kind of dream? A pain-induced nightmare?
But the cuts on her face and arms said otherwise, and the fact that she had no clothes except a hospital gown.
A doctor walked in and she called out weakly, her head very heavy, swaying on her neck like some kind of pendulum, the tired, weary collie unable to keep her nose pointed in the direction she wanted.
"Doctor...doctor...wh-where am I?" She asked weakly, before collapsing back, the effort of raising her head having exhausted her.
"You're in hospital, in Africa. You're due for a transfer to an American hospital as soon as the next military aircraft can spare enough room." The doctor said kindly, a human Afrikaner, as he felt her forehead, and then injected a syringe into the drip that was in her arm. "But you need to rest, now, please, count backwards ffrroomm ttttteeeennnn....."
The doctor's voice trailed off as the sedatives took effect and everything seemed to slow down, and Meg's consciousness slowly slipped away for a while, leaving her to sleep in peace.
* * *
When next she awoke, she felt a little better, though still sore and tired. She climbed to her feet, stumbling a second, staring at her bed chart and blinking a few times. It said "unknown patient" and she blinked at it a few times, trying to make sense of it. Of course she wasn't known. She had been captured and held for a year, found naked with no identification or anything. Not even her dog tags.
She sighed and shook her head a few times, and then stepped out into the corridor, trying her best to look like she knew where she was going, her sensitive ears perking as she listened to the sound of newborn cubs crying for their mothers, of gunshot victims screaming in pain and ambulance sirens barely heard through the open windows, the sound of America.
Meg made her way to a closet, peeking in and interrupting the couple within who were kissing passionately. "Excuse me...I need clothes." She murmured, tapping the male feline on the shoulder.
He handed her a pair of jeans and a blouse off the shelf besides him without looking, or even breaking the kiss with the vixen nurse in his arms.
Meg mumbled her thanks and quickly tossed on the clothes, figuring the two of them were much too occupied with themselves to notice her nakedness.
She strode authoritatively out the front doors without bothering to say anything to the nurse, acting like a visitor who had been upset by something she had seen and going out to get away from it all.
The collie almost made it half a block before the weakness took her again, and she slumped against a power pole, trying to catch her breath, and then starting to stagger back the way she come, collapsing on the front step of the hospital, her head swimming and hot, her body feverish.
"What's your name?" The nurse asked urgently, as two male nurses hurried away to find a stretcher.
"Meg...Meg Thalouse..." she murmured, her eyes slowly closing as unconsciousness took her once more.
* * *
Meg, can you hear me?
She tried to answer, but her lips wouldn't move.
I know you can hear me...you have to be able to hear me...Meg, just squeeze my hand hun, please, just let me know I'm not talking to a corpse...
She struggled to wake up, to escape her nightmare, but to no avail.
I never gave up on you meg...I always knew you weren't dead, I was waiting for you...but you can't leave me, not now, not when we're so close...
She screamed in her mind, but her body resisted every action she tried, a stranger to her now, unwilling and obstinate in its refusal to help her.
I'll always be waiting Meg...no matter how long it takes...I'll always be waiting for you.
The scream echoed in her mind, full of the despair and hate and longing she felt and had suppressed for the year, threatening to send her insane.
Meg...I know you can hear me...please try and answer...I need to hear your voice...even if it's only for a second...I never said it...but I loved you...don't make me mourn you...please Meg...don't give up now...you've been through too much to give up now...
Jason...
She screamed helplessly from the void of her mind, trapped within her own consciousness, aware but unfeeling, responsive but mute, agitated yet immobile, trapped within her own mind.
Just remember...I'll always be here waiting...no matter how long it takes...you'll always have my arms to come home to...
Jason...
* * *
Meg opened her eyes, eyelids fluttering and a piercing pain knifing into her skull, sunlight pouring through the open crack of her eyelids and searing the delicate nerves beneath. But she doggedly kept her eyes open, her head slowly turning, her muzzle feeling like a weighted brick, her vision swimming.
"Jason..." She croaked, her tongue swollen and sore, dry as the parched desert.
"Jason..." She tried to speak louder, but her voice was a whisper, and the figure under the blankets in the chair nearby did not stir.
"...Jason..." A monumental effort wasted as the darkness took her again.
* * *
Meg? I heard you last night...I don't know if it was a dream or not...
Jason...
Meg? Please squeeze my hand...let me know you're still in there...
Jason...
Can you hear me? Please answer
...Why didn't you come when I called...?
I know you're still in there...you have to be...the doctor's told me that you said your name was Meg Thalouse...please! Give me the chance to make that happen! Don't ruin my dreams like this!
...Why didn't you save me?
Just please wake up, Meg...
...Why won't you save me now?
* * *
Meg shuddered as she awoke, a cool breeze washing over her and ruffling her fur, making her shiver and roll over, memory stunted by the fog in the mind as the precipice of the edge of the bed met her rolling body and the cold hardwood floor embraced her.
She shuddered again as the scent of pine and wood filled her nostrils, as well as food, and the sound of rushed steps pounding up stairs as memories of the happy times spent together in this room flooded her mind.
Waffles for breakfast, card games, board games, gentle kisses traded by candlelight, and baths together in lavender scented water, completely at ease with no fear of moving too fast. It all came back to her in a rush, and she smiled weakly, her tail slowly swishing back and forth in imitation of it's old exuberance as she left her nose where it was, content to lie and reminisce and forget her pains.
And then the smell of burning, the smell of burnt bodies and cordite, the feel of cold water and lashings, and the hunger always present gnawing at her stomach, and the guard trying to take away Jason's prize...
Jason...
Her eyes slowly opened, their green depths foggy and clouded as she tried to remember, to make sense, the footsteps coming closer. She had to move, had to find the strength to fight, Jason was depending on her, counting on her returning to him, waiting for her.
The dark figure burst into the room and made straight for her, and she fought it as best her limited strength could manage, fighting off the darkness and fighting with a fury, though her blows were weak as a kitten and her wrists were soon held in a firm, powerful grip.
Dark words assaulted her ears and she slumped into the things arms, trying to remember, trying to grasp the meaning, her eyelids fluttering as she fought the darkness. But it dragged her down, forcing her to summon every ounce of willpower she had to lift her muzzle and understand the meaning of the words fighting their way into her ears.
Meg, I'm here...don't you remember? I said I would always be waiting for you...try and remember...do it for me...
Jason...
She stared up at the dark figure and collapsed into his arms, a weak croak escaping her weary throat as she tried to communicate. "Jason..." She murmured.
"I'm here now." He murmured in return, kissing the side of her head gently and cradling her body close to his, stroking her back and neck gently and rocking her back and forth, ignoring the burning smell as the waffles he had been cooking burnt, the collie slipping into darkness, welcoming it's numbness, letting her absorb the new information in peace.
* * *
Her eyes slowly opened once more and she stared at the familiar ceiling. She summoned the energy to smile, turning her head and staring at the crystalline figures perched atop her wardrobe, sparkling in the light of a hundred candles.
This was her night, the night when she was going give Jason her last gift, herself, cut short by the call to arms, a ghost of a happier past.
Even though he was a soldier as well, she had been the one called to arms, called to join the unit, taken away from her precious at the moment when they should have been together.
She sighed to herself and turned her head the other way, a slow smile lighting up her face as her human came into view, sitting in the easy chair, head tilted back, eyes closed and a blanket around his body, sleeping, the flickering light of the candles lighting up his weary, tired face.
Caring for her must have been hard on him, and she knew it, waiting for her to wake up, when she had been asleep for so long...But now she was awake, and she wasn't going to waste a single moment.
The collie slowly removed the blankets over herself, noting her naked body, before slowly dragging herself out of bed, standing on her two feet, swaying uncertainly, fighting back the darkness and stepping over to the chair her human sat in. she swayed slightly as she ripped off the medical devices and cords, a loud droning beep echoing throughout the room as the heart monitor decided her heart had stopped.
Jason was awake in a moment, blanket thrown back and eyes alert, staring at the empty bed and then the standing collie, eyes sliding over her form, arms catching her as she collapsed into his arms, an exhausted smile on her muzzle.
"I'm here Jason...you don't need to wait any more..." She murmured, wrapping her arms about his neck weakly.
He leaned in and kissed her soundly, foot creeping out to find the cord to the heart machine and wrenching it out with his toe. "I'll always be waiting for you." He murmured, breaking the kiss.
"I heard you..." She said quietly, strength waning. "I heard everything...please...let us not waste another moment...I don't want to sleep again not knowing if I'll wake up without having had my human..." She murmured, pressing her muzzle close to his face and kissing his neck in a promise of what was to come.
"No Meg, we can't risk your health like that, you caught Malaria and relapsed three times...I'll not lose you because we can't control ourselves...I'll be waiting for you." He murmured to her, laying her back down on the bed.
"Promise?..." she asked.
"Promise." He replied firmly, sitting back in the chair and pulling the blanket up over himself again, watching her until she was soundly asleep.
* * *
Meg awoke the next morning steeled for action, every last bit of energy she had gained in her recovery focussed on her one new goal, to make Jason hers, and she his.
She clambered out of bed, teeth gritted as she summoned her strength, climbing into the chair clumsily, but quietly, undressing her human slowly and gently, until she could crawl under the blankets with him and press the length of her naked body against his, licking his face to awaken him.
"You're supposed to be asleep..." he said, yawning softly and then glancing downwards, eyes widening. "Where are my clothes?"
"You won't need them..." She said gently to him, silencing him with a kiss, one of her paws resting on his chest as she smiled, licking his nose as she broke the kiss.
"I thought you said you weren't ready for the next step yet?" He said, not quite sounding unhappy.
"I wasn't, but a year in captivity made up my mind on a few things." She said, wrapping her paws about his shoulders and straddling his lap, arching her back and lifting her tail as both her paws found his length and started to slowly stroke at it, encouraging it as she kissed her human.
On his part, Jason's hands found their way down her sides and then between her legs, testing her body with his fingertips, gently rubbing at the soft pink flesh between her legs, making her arch and shiver, a soft, weak cry of lust escaping her.
Her entrance slowly parted, revealing the inner folds of her lust as she tried to grind herself against his fingertips, which had moved to her soft insides and were slowly caressing them, sending the collie crazy with lust, her paws working feverishly on his length to encourage it to full hardness as he trailed his fingers from her sex to her breasts, leaving a sticky trail through her fur as he slowly pinched and rubbed at her proud nipples.
The collie soon had his hard cock in one of her paws and was working it back and forth as hard and fast as her weakened state would let her, the tell-tale scent of her heat soon permeating the room as he took each nipple into his mouth and suckled at it gently, making her gasp and arch, tightening her paw about him.
Jason tried to catch her as she seemed to fall, but far from it, she resisted, lowering her body until she was kneeling before him, stroking his erect length before giving the tip a few shaky licks, opening her trembling jaws wide and engulfing his length, her mouth closing about him, making him spread his legs and try not to thrust his hips.
Meg soon had her tongue stroking the tip as she suckled powerfully, enjoying the little moans she elicited from him, and suckling all the harder, a mere promise of things to come.
As soon as she felt the length start to twitch within her mouth, she released it, leaving it hanging in the air, smiling up at him as she started on the long, perilous journey back to his face, kissing him lustfully as she retook his length with her paws, working the head of it against her sex eagerly, and then dropping down onto it, letting her muscle relax gratefully, a slight yip escaping her as Jason's length took his prize, spreading her wanting entrance wide.
She sighed softly, gratefully, as his length came to rest deep inside her body, and she gathered her legs under her, trying to move, but then just collapsing over him, trying desperately to hump her hips in her heat, refusing to let the blackness take her, not now!
But her problem was solved as Jason gently rolled her over onto her back, pressing her down with his happy weight as he started to hump his length into her, the tips of his fingers gently massaging her nipples while the tip of his tongue did the same to hers.
Meg gave a happy moan as her tail twitched spasmodically, and the humping of her human started to gain speed.
"Meg...we haven't discussed children..." he murmured to her as he slowed his thrusting, kissing her gently. "I need to get a condom..."
"No!" She said instantly, hugging him close. "Don't leave me! Not now! Oh please Jason, don't leave me!"
He held her close and just stayed inside her, unsure what to do, unable to finish if they didn't have the baby discussion. Did she want one? Did she not want one?
Meg strained against him and pushed him away a little, enough for his length to leave her and lay against her tail-base, pulsing with want. She retook his cock in her paw and led it to her tail hole, arching her back and shifting her hips as she tried to get him in.
He stared at her as she twitched under him, her sex open and exposed in her lust and heat as she tried to work him deep into her tailhole, but without his help she couldn't even get the head in. "You want me to...?" He asked with a soft gulp, and she nodded several times.
"No condom...you don't have to leave me..." She murmured, kissing him deeply as his hands found her breasts and began to gently knead them, making her arch and shiver as she suddenly felt his length start to invade her tight tailhole, filling it out slowly.
She moaned softly, her legs spreading wide as she fought off the blackness, focussing on the pain his length was causing with it's intrusion as a way to keep from falling prey to exhaustion, holding her breath, her eyes tightly shut, until his length was fully in her and he slumped over her, kissing her eyelids lovingly as he gave her time to get used to him.
"Go on..." she murmured, the pain having already faded into a lulling, pleasurable sensation.
Her moans resumed full force as her human started to thrust with long, smooth strokes, deep in, and long out, his length parting the soft flesh of her tailhole as it slid back and forth, the unique sensation making her groan softly and work her hips, arching her back as she felt him latch onto one of her nipples and start suckling powerfully at it.
She spread her legs wide, her sex exposed and vulnerable as her tailhole took the brunt of her human's thrusts, his cock working as deep into his collie's body as it could go with every movement, before almost sliding all the way out, and then back in, until Meg grasped the base of his cock in one of her paws and stopped him.
The collie smiled and kissed him as he looked on in confusion, and she made her way to the bed, intending to climb atop it but just slumping over the edge of it, lifting her tail for him, giving him a tired smile.
He moved back behind her, hands moving to her breasts and tweaking the nipples gently as she shivered and moaned, lifting her rear and tail higher for him as she felt his cock part her tailhole once more and slide deep into her body.
She groaned and grasped the bed in her claws as he started to thrust as hard and deep as he could, his cock sliding back and forth within her willing, needy body, forcing moan after moan from her tired lips, and convulsion after convulsing from her sex and belly as she tried to stave off her orgasm long enough to pleasure her lover.
But she was still weak, and he willpower broke, her sex convulsing and spilling copious amounts of her liquids down her inner thighs, her depths clasping about him in reflexive contractions of orgasmic lust.
The human thrust into his collie with a soft groan, holding her rear tight against him as he flooded her with thick, creamy white spurts of seed, his cum filling her as he pumped spasmodically at her tailhole a few more times, and then collapsed to the side, arms wrapping about his lover as he held her close, whispering in her ear even though she was already asleep.
I'll always be waiting for you to wake up, because I love you, and every moment of the wait is worth it when I have you in my arms...
* * *
The next month passed in a whirlwind of recovery, medals for bravery, press conferences to tell how she had saved the Amazon from a nuclear waste dump site, and an honourable discharge from the U.S. army in preparation of having her first child, which was already swelling her belly.
Jason held her close at night, stroking her hair as she stared and stared at her engagement ring, at the promise of his love, waiting until she was soundly asleep before whispering his promise in her ear.
I'll always wait for you...