By: Socks Catt
© 2006 Socks Furrotica, All Rights Reserved
The winter fell over the cabins, and business moved slowly and
surely. One night in the winter Bill knocked on Winchester's
door. "It's over."
"I know." Winchester said quietly. "I could smell him go."
Bill nodded. "He was a good dog."
"Yeah." Winchester said. "At least it was painless this way."
"Painless." Bill said, sitting next to Winchester. "I still hate
Winchester gave Bill a hug. "You know it was the right thing to
do. You know he was suffering and you helped him move past it."
Bill nodded, and leaned into Winchester's shoulder. "You know I'd
never do that to you."
Winchester shrugged. "I trust you to do the right thing if I
couldn't help it. Just like Bullet did."
Bill leaned into Winchester, and they both lay back on Winchester's
bed. Bill started to cry softly, and Winchester just held him
tenderly, running his paw along Will's head and shoulder. They
spent the night cuddled in with each other, grieving their loss.
In early spring, a man finished writing out the check and handed it to
Will. "About your guide, he's a little unorthodox but he's an
"I should hope so." Bill said. "I think he's the best in the
"Better than that." The man said with a smile. "Tell me, is he a
good shot? Bow or shotgun?"
"Ask him yourself if ya want." Bill said. "Why?"
"Do you think he'd be willing to do some outside work?" The man
"Depends on the work." Winchester walked in the door carrying the
man's rifle case. "And if the boss lets me. What's on your
"It isn't every guide that tells me my camouflage is too reflective."
The man said. "I can admire that honesty."
The dog shrugged. "You probably just need to use a different
detergent. The stuff you had was too UV reflective and animals
will see that. I just wanted you to have a good hunt, that's
all. Other than that, your camo was perfect for season.
"I work for the company." The man said, producing a business
card. "Would you be interested in being a consultant for us or
Winchester looked at Will, who looked at the check he'd just been
handed. "Can I talk it over with the boss? I have some
commitments here I can't just walk from."
"Sure." The man said, offering his hand. "I'll be in
touch." Winchester shook with him.
As the man got in his car and drove off, Bill looked over at
"Yeah. Damn." Winchester said. "So what do you think?"
"If he's legit, I say go for it." Bill said. "It's a little more
income for you, it'll keep you floating between seasons and keep you
out of trouble. There's only so many times you can fix stuff
"It could cut down on tail time." Winchester said with a grin.
"Yeah, you're right." Bill said. "Forget it." They both
grinned, and then laughed together.
As the summer season got under way, Winchester was kneeling next to a
young man. "Ok, pull back like this, and don't hold the bow back
too long." The boy did so. "Now take a slow breath in, hold
it, and just let the string go." The boy held the position, then
let go. The arrow hit the target circle and barely stuck into
it. "Ok, umm, you can breathe again." And the boy let out a
long breath. Winchester laughed, as did the boy.
"I got it Mom!" he yelled, looking behind him. "I hit the target!"
"Good shooting dear!" the mother yelled back.
"A regular Robin Hood here!" Winchester said. "Ok, let's keep
going, you're doing really good!"
"He's good with kids." The mother said to Bill.
Bill nodded. "He likes to teach for the kids. He's like a
real lab, really good with kids."
The woman watched her son hit the target again and high-five with the
dog. "He'll be asking for a bow and arrow for Christmas at this
rate." She said.
"You know how kids are." Bill said. "He'll probably want a new
video game by then." She nodded with an affirmative sound.
"Are you enjoying your stay so far?"
"It's very peaceful out here." She said. "It's not like the
places in town. You can actually hear yourself think here."
Bill nodded and smiled. Winchester's thought of summer tourism
was genius, and it was some income through the slower hunting seasons.
As the summer went on, Winchester got more used to the local celebrity
status he had, but never made a big deal about it. He refused the
media interviews, and generally went about his life. Between the
land maintenance, the weekends and his "side job", he kept himself busy.
"Check it out Winch!" Bill came into the living room one evening
holding a magazine open. "You got a full page!"
"Do I?" Winchester clenched his "good" pipe in his muzzle and
looked at the page. "I wonder how many people will think that's
some kind of computer generated gimmick?"
"Does it matter?" Bill asked. "Have I told you how sexy you look
with an over and under and your overalls?"
"Not as sexy as you look in your waders. Rowr!" Winchester said
with a grin. "So when do we get so busy that we get no time off
to enjoy your boots and my gun?"
"No idea." Bill said with a grin. "Are you in a hurry?"
"Nope." Winchester said, reclining back and taking a draw from his
pipe. "Not at all." Bill sat next to him with a cigar, and
the two smoked together quietly. A hand wandered, a paw wandered,
and they let themselves get caught up in each other.
That night Winchester lay in bed with Bill, smiling to himself.
He could still feel his seed deep under his tail, and he knew he was
stretching Bill out a little more with his knot buried inside the
man. He put his paw around Bill's chest, and held him as he
drifted off to sleep, more relaxed than ever before.
As the summer went on, Winchester was looking over the books and saw
that a few weekends were blacked out in the book. "Hey,
Bill? What's with the blackouts?"
"Oh." Bill said, looking at them. "A few outings I want to go to,
I needed the weekends off so I didn't take bookings."
"Outings?" Winchester asked, perking his ears
"Well, this one is a bear weekend by Green Bay. And this one is a
leather run near the 'Cities that..."
"Wait, you're into bears?" Winchester asked.
"Winch... I've had sex with you. I think you'd know I'm
into furry guys." Bill said. Winchester smiled and put his paw up
to his head, shaking it slowly while trying not to laugh. "But I
only go to a few of these a year. And a few times a year a few
boys try to come by to play and..."
"I'm hurt!" Winchester said in mock disgust. "You didn't invite
"I didn't think you were that open." Bill said. "Aren't dogs
usually loyal to one guy?"
"Well yeah, but I'm not blind." Winchester said with a smile.
"And I'm perfectly ok with playing with other guys. It's not like
we're married or you're like my Master or anything. We have sex
and it's really good sex, but I didn't consider us a couple or
"I wasn't going to bring it up." Bill said. "I didn't want to
make you jealous."
Winchester shrugged. "In the first day of being a dog I knew I
liked gay sex, ok? It's natural, it's beautiful, and it's damned
fun when you get a bunch of sweaty guys together in a room groping and
sucking and fucking." He put his paw on Bill's shoulder. "I
love you, you know that. And you love me, I know that. I
also know I'm a freakin' dog, and I know you probably need a more human
feel over a canine one once in a while. I'm ok with that, I like
"As long as you're ok with it." Bill said.
"Hey, at least let me drool over the other hot leather guys with
you?" He wagged his tail lazily as he gave Bill the biggest
"puppy eyes" he could muster. "I'll let you leash, muzzle and
harness me?" He offered in a sing-song way. "Just for the
"Ok, well the calendar is cleared, if you're caught up with stuff we
can both go." Bill grinned.
Winchester licked his chops and smiled. "Now tell me more about
these 'boys' that visit?" He smiled a wicked grin. "Sounds
Steve walked with Winchester through the cabins area, and around the
bonfire ring. "So this is how the country looks, huh?" Steve
"This part of it, yeah." Winchester said with his paws in his
pockets. "It's home."
"Didn't think I'd hear you say that again." Steve said, looking
around. "So what do you do?"
"A lot." Winchester said. "Fix stuff, help Bill with the cabins
and keeping people in them, do a lot of work out on the land to keep
the deer happy. I keep busy, but I like it. I get to hunt
out here too, which I really like."
"Get anything good?" Steve asked.
"Tirty-point buck." Winchester said with a grin, running his paws over
his bare furred chest. Steve looked at him confused. "Oh,
right, umm... Yeah. I think we've still got venison from my
hunting if you want to try it."
Steve looked at Winchester with a contorted look. "You eat deer?"
"It's really good! Before we go to the water park tomorrow, you
can try some for dinner. You'll like it. Bill is a REALLY
Steve shook his head. "Ok, I'll try it." Steve looked into
Winchester's shorts pocket. "You know I expected it to be
something weird like deer print or something for how you talked me into
"No, I've got that under control." Winchester said. "It seems to
stay orange unless I'm really horny, then it goes off. I'm
finding that it's showing what I want more than it's controlling others
now. I think it's finally chilled." Steve just
nodded. "Or I have."
Into late summer, Winchester knelt with a man in the barn. "They
sure are cute." The man said, looking at the puppies.
Winchester nodded, thumbing his overall straps. "Yessir.
But we don't keep paperwork to prove it. We don't raise show
dogs, all these pups are gonna be good huntin' dogs. Providin'
you teach them well, that is."
"Oh don't worry about that." The man said, watching the puppies
play. "I think I'll take this one."
Winchester smiled. "She's a strong one. They're old enough
to be separated, so if you want to take her home she's ready to
go. Come on back to the office and we'll take care of the forms
and all that." Winchester's tail wagged as he stood up and dusted
his knees off.
The man looked at the puppy in his hands, and at the dog he was talking
to. He chuckled to himself. "I see the family resemblance."
Winchester looked confused, and then put on his best show face.
"That's just coincidental." He said. "I tend to look like most of
the other dogs around here after a while." The man laughed as he
went back to the office.
Later that night Bill found Winchester on the porch with his pipe, and
sat down next to him holding an unlit cigar. The dog was looking
into the sky blankly, smoking on automatic. "You're ok with the
"It's income for us." Winchester said. "I'm not really the father
of them, so there's no emotional attachment. I just helped
provide some sperm." He took a pull from his pipe, letting his
head lower to look into the woods in the distance. He exhaled
slowly, letting the apple scented smoke dance through his muzzle.
Bill put his arm around the Lab's shoulders. "I just know you've
told me a little about your family, it sounded like it may be hard."
The dog took a long draw from the pipe, and blew the smoke out
gently. "You know, the more I live here, the more that my life
settles here, the less it bothers me about my previous life.
Unless I really think about it, I can't remember what my name used to
be. I can't even remember my old address, or phone number, or
anything else. It feels like ancient history and I'm happy to
forget it. I mean I'm not living what my dad wanted, but fuck
him. My definition of family is so fucked up because of the dog
thing and the con thing and the thrown out thing..."
He looked at Bill, and brushed the back of his paw against Will's
chest. "My life is here. My home is here. And a man I
love is here." He patted Bill's chest gently. "This is
home. Honestly, a dog is a dog. Puppies don't grow up and
go to college. They become gun dogs like me. If they go out
in the world and do me well, I'm more than fine with that." He
laughed gently. "Make me a proud daddy if we get known as a good
place for gun dogs. Just as long as I don't have to fuck the
bitch, that's too far. But I'll get over selling my pups when I
know they're gonna grow up doing what they're bred for. They'll
be happier under a good owner."
Winchester took another pull from his pipe, and looked to the
ground. "Meanwhile, I'll try to convince myself of that.
I'll be ok."
Bill leaned in and kissed Winchester on the forehead. "I just
wanted to hear you say it." The dog nodded, and put his head on
Will's shoulder. Will stroked Winchester behind the ears and on
the back of his head as the sounds of the woods drifted around
them. Bill smiled, and looked into the sky. "But the next
time she goes into heat, I'll be more than happy to collect samples
"Oh you'll do more than that." Winchester said, nosing into Will's
chest and shoulder with a laugh. "You'll do a LOT more than just
collect those samples." They both laughed together as Bill lit
On a December afternoon, Meera paced nervously on her paws, it had been
so long since she'd seen her friend and she hated the noise here.
"BUNNY!" She turned to the booming voice in the airport to see a
fox-red Labrador in working jeans, leather collar, t-shirt and a brown
camouflage visor walking towards her. He spread his arms wide
open as he approached. "Get some clothes on girl!"
She jumped into his arms and they spun around a few times in a
hug. "You look fantastic!" she said happily. He put her
down gently. "The flight went well?"
"A little rough and they wouldn't let me bring my pipe onboard."
Winchester said with a grin. "Where's Sinbad?"
"Minding the store." Meera said. "But I wanted to personally
greet you to San Francisco!"
"Much obliged!" He crooked his arm, which she took with a giggle.
"Just gotta get my bags and we can go!"
"You're not hunting here, are you?" Meera asked.
"Naw." Winchester said. "There's no deer out here!" He
laughed to himself. "It's a shooting demo for bow hunters, and I
brought my compound for the event." He tipped his visor.
"The company brought me on as a full rider sponsored shooter, guide and
consultant for them, so they fly me all over the place to demo the camo
and the gear. We did a deer video at home, and we're planning on
a few in Colorado and Wyoming for bigger game. So this weekend is
just demo shooting, showing off product, signing stuff and like that."
"So you're a straight shooter now?" Meera asked. Winchester
winked to her, and she giggled again. "We have so much to catch
"The show isn't for another two days, so we've got time." The dog
nodded and smiled. "And they won't start looking for me until at
least then, so you've got me for a night or two."
Meera looked behind the dog, and smiled. "Gold?" He
grinned. "I'll be sure to tell my Mate when we get home. I
think we have a full night ahead, don't we?" Winchester smiled,
and with a spring in his step he walked with Meera to baggage claim.
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