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2PAmerica: Al/Allen


"Um...nice doggy," you smiled nervously at the large reddish dog as it slowly emerged from its hiding place, its muzzle raised and quivering as it growled at you.

"Here. You want some food. It's not much...but I hope you'll like it." Slowly reaching your hand into your bag you pulled out the veggie burger you didn't have time to eat during your shift and hoped it would somehow satisfy the animal. If not? Well, you were screwed.

Your scream echoed in the alley as the dog suddenly lunged at you and you felt the weight of it knock you over and pin you. This was it. You were a goner! Eaten in a dark alley by some stray dog! What a way to go!

Clenching your eyes shut, you held your breath and waited for the finishing blow...but it didn't come. Nervously peeking one eye open, you were surprised to see the dog lying flat against your stomach and chest. What was even more surprising was that it was happily snacking away on your veggie burger, not even caring that it was dropping all sorts of crumbs and pieces on you as well as its drool.

Not wanting to irritate the dog while it ate, you simply lay still on the cold ground and waited for it to be done. You took this opportunity to have a better look at it and immediately recognised the breed as a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. It was a little redder in colour than most of the retrievers you had seen but it was still a strangely attractive dog. The moonlight reflecting off of something caught your eye and you couldn't hide the shock on your face as you spotted the black aviators settled on top of the dog's head.  

A theory formed in your mind and you thought it best to try and test it. No stray would have accessories so this was obviously someone's pet. The poor thing was probably just scared and hungry. Slowly raising your hand you rested it by the dog's ear and gave a light scratch. The immediate result being for it to nuzzle its head deep into your cleavage and sigh happily. You chuckled at how adorable the dog was now acting and decided that now it at least had a bite to eat and was feeling a lot more content then it must be safe for you to move.

Wrong.

Shifting only slightly, you froze when a deep growl vibrated against your chest and you looked down to meet the red-eyed gaze of the retriever. Since when did any breed of dog have red eyes? You'd certainly never heard of one.

"Um, it's kinda uncomfortable down here, you know." It snuggled its muzzle deeper into your cleavage and prodded your chin with a cold nose. "Yeah, look you're cute and all but I really need to get going now."

*Huff!*

It was impossible to resist those big googly eyes. Dropping your head back and huffing out a sigh, you patted the dog's head and eventually admitted defeat. Heck, you had always wanted a dog so this could be fun. After all, it might have been someone's pet but there was no collar to identify the owner. Yeah, you would send out flyers but if it wasn't claimed then you would keep it. After all, it didn't seem too bad a dog.

"Fine! You can come with me, but no funny business!"

*Woof!*

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get going, girl." The retriever paused as it was getting off you and looked down at you with what looked like a narrow-eyed glare. "Oh, uh, boy?"

Tail wagging, the retriever got off you and grabbed hold of your coat sleeve and tried to drag you up and on to your feet.  "Okay, so you're a boy. Good to know," you chuckled. The accompanying bark let you know that, yes, he was definitely a boy.

"Now let's get going." The retriever still had your sleeve in his mouth and began tugging you along. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness. "Wait there! You don't even know where we're heading!"

He didn't know where he was going but it didn't stop him from keeping a firm hold on you and making sure you stayed close.

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3 weeks later

"Dammit, Al! Get away from me!" Trying your hardest not to laugh and keep your voice firm, you pushed the stubborn hound away from you as you tried to enjoy your vegetable pattie and salad in front of the TV. Honestly, you'd never heard of a dog that hated meat but loved vegetables before. Yet you somehow managed to find one.

You hated your curvy figure and were trying to eat more healthily to try and lose some weight, yet your damn dog always tried to steal your food. What made you even more uncomfortable was your dog's strange habits. Yeah, the whole no-meat-for-me thing was weird enough but what really worried you was his antics around you. It was almost...flirty? How weird is it to think your dog is hitting on you? You were really starting to think you were losing your mind.

If you bent over in front of him you would turn and see him staring at your ass with the tongue lolling out; he even howled once or twice. In bed he would lay his head on your plush breasts and poke and prod at them until they were bouncing. It was beyond normal!

You're patience finally ran out on the night you had your first date in a long time. A terrible nightmare of a first date you would happily admit.

Storming into your home with tears streaming down your face, you didn't care how you looked with your runny mascara and eyeliner staining your cheeks. The night had went horribly wrong. Kicking off your shoes as you entered your bedroom, you walked over to the full body mirror and yanked your dress over your head and glared with watery eyes at the woman looking back at you.

Maybe your date was right. You had thought that he was a charming guy when he commented on your hair and makeup when he had arrived at the restaurant, but that opinion soon went flying out the window when he went on to order a water and Caesar salad with mango dressing. His explanation being that your dress was looking a little snug and you could do with losing a few pounds...or stone! The most humiliating part was the table of young women seated next to you who couldn't even try and hide their sniggers and cruel comments about your body as your supposed date continued to belittle you in such a public space.

Refusing to listen to any more of his thoughts you had stood up and left. You didn't shed a tear until you were out of sight. No way would you give him the satisfaction of seeing you hurt.

Arms wrapped around your waist, you began talking to yourself and saying how you would do better on your diet, never realising that a certain red-coated retriever was sat at your door and practically stewing in his rage at seeing you so miserable. To Al, you were always laughing and smiling so it was painful to see you this upset over one man's opinions. So he did what he could to get you to smile and padded his way over to you and sat down with his head resting against your knee.

"Hey, baby boy, didn't see you there," you murmured as you wiped your hands across your face and looked down at your irritating but doting companion. He really was a loyal dog. A bit of a pervert, but loyal.

"I guess you're the only one I can count on to make me feel good, huh." Kneeling down to his level, you lovingly stroked his head and toyed with those damn ridiculous aviators he refused to be parted from. You really did love this dog. A handful at times but always there when you needed him. "It's a good thing you don't judge me on my looks or you would have run off ages ago."

*Woof!*

It sounded like Al was protesting to your statement and you let a giggle slip past your lips. Placing both hands on his ears, you faced him and smiled. "I really do love you," you confessed as you bent forward and kissed his cold wet nose.

*Bang!"

A thick cloud of red smoke surrounded you and you covered your mouth as you began to choke. Your breathes coming out in heavy gasps before you let out a startled yelp when two large tanned hands reached out from the smoke and pulled you by your hips into a solid wall of muscle. Nervously looking up you took in the sight of a young man with striking red eyes with thick reddish brown hair, his smirk drawing your attention and you noticed how he was missing a tooth. Admittedly it didn't make him any less attractive. Muscular arms tightened around your waist and pulled you as close as possible before one hand forced your chin up so that your lips were just within distance of each other.

"Hey, there, Dollface. You're not gonna' go all quiet on me now are ya'?" The stranger questioned as he looked down at your breasts as they squished against his chest in a tempting manner.

Trying to pull away, you soon found yourself rolled over on to your back with your sexy guest hovering over you. He grinned at you and placed a hand on your hip. "What? Not talkin' to me now? You had a lot to say a minute ago, Babe."

"Get the fuck off me!"

"Um, no."

"Why not?!" You shrieked as you pummeled his broad and very naked chest. You flushed red when you realised that the guy was only wearing sunglasses.

Wait, those are aviators.

"Al?" No way could this guy be your dog. It wasn't possible.

"S'bout time ya clicked on to it." He leaned down and nuzzled your neck with a content sigh.

It wasn't quite so easy for you to relax. Not with a naked guy on you anyway that was for sure. But all your tension soon vanished when you heard his next words.

"Your size is one of the reasons I stayed. Ya know how hard it is to find a woman with your looks? It's damn near fucking impossible. Plus your hugs are fucking amazing!" Strong fingers dug into your hips and you let out a little shriek. Al smirked and pecked you on the lips. Nothing much. Just a brief brush of the lips but it still excited you. "And don't even get me started on these." Grabbing at one breast he bounced it around and laughed at your squirming. You really were too adorable.

"Let go of me!"

"Not happening, Doll. I think you've missed one important thing here."

You rolled your eyes. "Really? I haven't forgotten the fact that you were my dog only minutes ago!"

"Details. Details. I'll let my buddy Oliver explain that to you another time," Al muttered away as though you were boring him. "It's nothing unusual, ya know. Just your typical spells and potions gone a bit wrong. Not complaining though since I got to meet a sexy lil' thing."

"Don't call me sexy."

Taking hold of your hand he held it in his own and focused his hard stare on you. "Yeah, you are. And like I said before, you're missing one important thing."

"....What?"

"I love ya' too." A sharp gasp left you as he lunged forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. The sheer primal nature of needing to claim the woman he had come to adore over these passing weeks overtook his common sense and all he could think about was you and holding your soft body to his. Solid muscle against plush flesh, yeah, you were made for him. To him, you were perfect.

"Um, Al?" you whispered shyly.

"yeah, Babe?"

"Could you maybe put some clothes on, and lose the collar." Your cheeks flushed pink as you looked off to the side.

Al couldn't help it. He just couldn't resist teasing you. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear before he gave the soft flesh a little nip. "Nope. Your "baby boy" thinks it's time for his walkies. I think exercising in the bedroom will be just as good as the park though."

"Al! Bad boy!" Good grief what had you gotten yourself messed up in.

"Hahahaha! Babe, you've no idea!"