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Subject: {ASSM} (new) BioPartners - Duke and Jack - Recruited! (1/?) zoo	military-scifi nosex (Stasya T. Canine)
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Biopartners - Duke and Jack
Introduction - Recruited!
by:  Stasya T. Canine

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Once again, I wished the pain would go away forever.

It refused, of course.

I finished my katra and gazed off at nothing before I looked down at my
side.

Sam was gone.  He'd died in his sleep after a long life.  A long life,
spent first as my partner and then, for 10 years, my lover, too.

I still missed him.  That canine smile.  The gentle paw that told me it
was time for us to make love.

Sam was gone--and it hurt.

The jogging through the mountains helped.  So did the katra.

For awhile.

I sighed and started jogging back home.

Several minutes later something made me look down.  A huge head, partially
covered with a Biostruct combat helmet, was at my side.  Another glance,
this time at the body, and I realized the head was attached to one of the
biggest Dobermans I'd ever seen.  I started to stop.

The head nudged my leg.  "Keep moving.  We'll talk after we finish our
run."

The voice answered my next question but it created others.  Since when did
a BP combat Doberman find time to share a morning jog with a grieving ex
security, ex k9 handler?

I kept jogging.  It wasn't until we neared the end of my run that I
realized we'd been pushing each other.  I looked down and saw that he was
grinning.  "So,"  I panted.  "Testing each other, are we?"  I grinned
back.  "Sam used to do that to me.  I guess he always figured I couldn't
run fast enough to suit him."

He ignored me and put on a sudden burst of speed.  I held to my steady
pace.  When I reached the end of my run he was waiting for me.  "No human
can run fast enough to suit a dog.  We learn to live with it."

I nodded and walked in slow circles until my breathing returned to normal
and I felt that my legs wouldn't cramp.  I stopped and faced him.  "Thanks
for sharing my run.  It helped."

That massive head tilted to one side while he studied me.  "I know.  My
nose told me when you decided to get on with your life."

I stared at him.  Brown eyes stared back.  "Thanks for telling me.  I
wasn't aware that I wasn't living."

There was a long silence.  He snorted.  After living with Sam for so long
I knew it was a snort of amusement.  "Good.  Sarcasm.  It means you really
do give a shit about things."

He settled on his haunches and grinned up at me.  "Now that we both know
you're alive, we can get to the real reason I'm here.  I studied your
records.  I know about you and Sam.  All of it."

I blushed.  "Yeah?  So?"

"Think you could work with a half-mad Doberman?  A Doberman who's as horny
as you are?"

I froze and gaped at him.  When I came out of my trance I looked lower and
realized I was seeing a serious amount of bare penis.  I chuckled ruefully
and gave him the only answer that made sense:  "Sniff my crotch."

"Bare it."

I started to laugh and then paused to study him closely.  "You're serious,
aren't you?"

He sighed.  "You have any idea about how damned hard it is to find a male
human who's comfortably gay--with *dogs*?  Of course I'm serious.  Now,
are we going to go inside and be discreet about this or do I get to rip
your pants off and fuck you in front of the world?"

I blinked and straightened. I decided right then that no half-mad Doberman
was going to out attitude me on my own turf-- even if we *were* going to
be partners.  "Stuff that prick back in your sheath and see if you can fit
that ego through the dog door.  It's never been locked since I put it in. 
I'm using the regular door and if I find you sprawled on the bed..."  I
grinned at his shock.  "Well, I guess we'll be partners, won't we?"

We glared at each other and then he smiled.  "You'll do.  Yeah, you'll do
*just* fine.

---

Stasya T. Canine
March 24, 2005

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