A Late Finish

Linda sat at her desk, keyboard rattling as she typed up her latest report on the newest addition to the kennels. She’d been managing the renovation of the East Wing of the building, turning it into a breeding suite for pedigree dogs. The newest additions to these kennels were premium grade, the best genetics that money could buy, and hopefully, they would increase their investment tenfold.

Her demeanor was that of a complete professional – head high and back straight as the Labrador worked, her charcoal business suit neat and clean, contrasting nicely with her blonde fur. A set of horn-rimmed glasses were perched on her muzzle, set perfectly straight.

The tapping of keys was interrupted by a knock on the door to her office. Not looking up from her work, Linda called out;
“Come in.” The door swung open and a squirrel in her teens nervously entered. She was one of the work experience girls who’d been doing voluntary shifts to help out the kennels and earn something to put on their résumé. It was a Sunday afternoon, and right now it was just Linda and her, Chloe, working, the teen tending to the dogs while Linda did the adoption and breeding paperwork from the recent expansion.

“I’m really sorry Miss, but I have to go,” The girl panted. It looked as if she had run straight to the office from whatever she’d been doing “Right now.”
Linda mulled it over for a moment; it was quite late now, and there wasn’t much left to do with the dogs. Her report would soon be finished and it would be time to lock up for the night.
“I think I can manage for the rest of the evening.” Linda said, eliciting a sigh of relief from the teen.
“Oh, thank you, Miss!” The squirrel said as she hurried away. “Oh, and Baxter is still outside.” She called, just before closing the door.

Linda nodded, to herself as the girl was already gone. Baxter was the latest addition to the breeding wing – a gigantic St Bernard, a complete purebred. She resumed her report, taking time as to finish it carefully, before setting off down the corridors to the outdoors pen. The halls were filled with kennels, each one with a either a single dog inside, or two if they were small. The barked at her and jumped up against the bars, vying for her attention just as they did when people came to adopt. A few just sniffed at her curiously, a bit unsure of her scent.

It wasn’t far to the outdoors pen. She unlocked the door and swung it open, stepping out onto the short cut grass. She could see him playing with some kind of toy in the far corner. He was a big dog – If someone held him up, he’d probably be taller than her! His long coat was white with large brown splotches, and his big head had floppy ears and a short, square muzzle.
He immediately bounded over to Linda, running a few rings around her. She fussed his ears for a moment, him nuzzling up to her hand and looking up at her with big, chestnut eyes, before she clipped on his lead and began walking him back to his pen. He was quite boisterous and it was more of him leading her as the strong dog nearly dragged Linda along behind her. She managed to lead him back inside and half drag, half be-dragged to his kennel. It took a big heave to try and get him to go into his kennel, but Linda wasn’t prepared to give up, and soon he was in his pen, looking rather sadly up at her.

Feeling satisfied with her dog-wrangling, Linda went to close the kennel door but Baxter still wanted to play. Rearing up, nearly as tall as her, he jumped on her. She struggled to stand with the giant dog’s weight bearing down on her, staggering backwards and trying to swat him down. She managed to push the dog off, who just sat back on the ground looking a little confused.

“Bad dog.” She puffed at him, straightening the creases in her blouse. The dog jumped up again, standing on two legs and putting his huge paws on her shoulders. His great strength pushed her down to the floor with him nearly landing on top of her. Linda struggled away from the playful dog as he jumped around her. Now there were muddy paw prints on her jacket, blouse and skirt now. Angrily, she pushed Baxter away.
“Bad dog!” She repeated, before getting to her feet, striding out and slamming the door behind her. For a moment, Baxter just sat alone in his kennel, ears down and tail swishing sadly.

He’d been bad.

But eventually he got up and pushed the unlocked door back open. She hadn’t pulled the bolt back when she shut the door, and it had just ricocheted off the frame. The big dog sniffed the ground for a moment, and then set off down the hall.

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Linda always kept a change of clothes in her office. When dealing with animals, you never knew what to expect so it is always best to plan ahead; It wouldn’t do to have a meeting with ripped or muddy clothes if it called for her to work in the kennels. Usually, her staff did all the menial work, but it was always best to be prepared for times like these.

Her hands quickly found the buttons on her jacked and undid them. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the ground, shortly followed by her blouse. She took a moment to stretch, shaking her fur, before she dropped her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her underwear – a lacy bra and panties, and nylon tights. The tights had been ripped in the scuffle, so they had to go too.

She didn’t see Baxter enter, the dog slinking through the ajar door to her office. He saw her bent over, struggling to pull a new pair of tights over her ankles.
For some time, he just stood there, watching the Labrador struggle them up her shapely calves. He watched her paws running over her fur as she tugged the nylon up her legs. Her butt wiggled with each movement, tail swishing. Her lacy panties were not leaving much to the eye. Baxter could smell her nudity; the pheromones in her fur. He could sense her body, as she carried on struggling to dress herself, completely oblivious to her voyeur.

His attraction to the woman made the thick sheath between his legs tingle. He’d enjoyed playing with her, jumping up and running around. Maybe she enjoyed him too, and had led him back to her den. Her clothes were practically gone and she was bent down and exposed to him, silky golden fur almost radiant in the office light. She was all a dog could desire, pandering to both his animal instinct and the desire to breed as far up his station as he could – and the Labrador before him was certainly good breeding.

A glowering red tip slid out of his sheath and his balls twitched as he felt the blood surge into this crotch. She was grinding her hips towards him as she was trying to get the tight nylon over her knees. Baxter paced back and forth, his growing pendulum swinging between his legs. The size of his swelling cock made his steps difficult. Linda stopped for a moment, paws on knees, pondering whether these tights might not fit.

The sight made the dog too horny to just watch, as she jutted her ass out towards him, her tail swishing absently. Baxter took a few steps back before charging forward into Linda’s legs, jumping up and catching her by surprise, knocking her to the floor. She was tangled in nylon, unable to move her legs and get up as the dog bounded around her. Pedigree Ferals were smart, for dogs, and Baxter knew he wouldn’t be able to get to that sweet, anthro sex while those panties were in the way.
Licking over the thin material, broad tongue brushing the fur on her thighs and ass, he caught the material in his front teeth and pulled. It tore easily, and unreeled away from her body as the fabric turned to ribbons. She tried to struggle away from him, swatting his face with her tail. A playful bite to the rump made her freeze in fear, terrified that the dog might savage her. But to Baxter, this was all just fun and games, as he peeled the shreds of her panties away and lapped his tongue over her now naked pussy.

That was the first hint Linda got of Baxter’s inclinations, as his tongue lapped at her sex. The second was when, satisfied he’d wetted her enough; he reared up and mounted her. Shocked at this sudden escalation, she tried to escape him, digging her paws into the carpet and trying to craw forward, away from his advance.