“Who designs these things?” Praline huffed rubbing against the couch in frustrated jerks.  

Hushpuppy sat watching with a wry grin on his marble slab of a head as the svelte Saluki attempted to straighten the harness strapped about his shoulders and chest.  While the thickening of Hushpuppy’s sheath told to appreciation he had for the way it looked upon the delicate frame, they had spent a frustrating twenty minutes trying to get it on with mouths and forepaws.  Definitely not designed for a feral to feral application of the gold buckles and supple leather. However the results spoke for themselves as the Saluki rolled on the carpet.

Hushpuppy stared at the balls shifting between Pralines supple but powerful thighs with each contortionist’s bend. At first glance it may have looked like he was just fur and bones but Hushpuppy knew from repeated experience that the muscle hidden beneath with like spring steel. Deceptively powerful the thrust provided to the scrawny rump could send that animal from statue to loosed arrow before you could blink.

“Was this cut for a bully, I feel like I could fit another half dog in here with me. I know it was a gift from Madame J but next time go with her and make sure she finds something that accommodates my frame. I have thin shoulders and a deep chest. Are you even listening? ” Praline, still on his back looked up with a frown at the massive Dogo Argentino staring at him with jaws parted revealing his golden incisors. “Did that walnut inside your head finally rot? What is it you great brick?”

Hushpuppy tore his stare from the dangling goose eggs and looked at Praline snapping his mouth shut. A sly toothy grin was spread non too subtly across the Saluki’s face. Hushpuppy snorted and tipped his head. 

“We could have had Madame J help us put it on.” Huspuppy locked his eyes on Praline’s nose resisting the pull on his eyes to the sighthound’s spread eagle thighs.

Praline made no move to stand rather shifting a bit more so his thighs spread wider. 

“I love Madame J, but that is asking a bit much.  What kind of men are we that can’t put a simple harness on without opposable thumbs… or hands…”  Praline sniffed at his front paws and pulled a face before licking at one tentatively.

“Would… would you be comfortable wearing it out.  I mean for a walk or something…” Hushpuppy pulled his eyes back up to the Saluki’s paws unable to look into the captivating teal eyes without being totally lost. 

Uncertainty played in Hushpuppy’s mind like a new litter finding a ball.  Sure the Saluki and he had been a sort of thing for a while now, what was it… almost two years now.  Not that their relationship with their Queen had lessened but they had been spending much more time together alone.  Madame J had given over to them their own room on the far side of the Cathouse complex that was all their own so they could come and go as they pleased.  Hushpuppy was only too happy to share his “kennel” with the lovely sighthound.  They had bonded and for want of a better word fallen into a certain sort of love.  They were both standoffish, aloof, arrogant to a fault and more or less assholes in their own right, yet, they found something in one another.  What that something was neither of them were sure yet but with quiet encouragement and an unspoken agreement they had agreed to see what it was.  Hushpuppy had never been close to anyone so even the most basic obvious cues when right past his cinderblock of a skull. 

Praline eyed him for a moment to see if there was a joke in there or if the gleaming white giant had meant it.  Rolling slowly to his paws he stood looking over his shoulder at the marble Adonis lifting his nail nonchalantly watching the hard violet eyes hesitate and then flick to his tail hole.  Praline hid his smug grin turning away and shaking hard whipping his tail back and forth dramatically making sure to swivel his hips to get that extra loud slap of balls on thighs that always sent a ridiculous swelling to the giant’s sheath.

Turning Praline had intended to give the block of marble one of his best smoldering looks but even his eyes betrayed him.  Being so white that it put snow shame, made so when that magnum lipstick peeked out it was framed haloed in a sea of blinding light. Praline wouldn't have said it was impossible not to look but he didn’t resist half as hard as he intended. Already dripping the member had already exceeded his own foreleg in girth.  Momentarily taken aback Praline cleared his throat and tore his gaze away feeling a string of drool drip from his own muzzle unavoidably. 

“Are you comfortable wearing THAT out?” Praline smirked nodding to the cherry red over gold framed in a sea of white, attempting to save face.

Hushpuppy could not help himself and his jowls rose in the grin at the sardonic little shit. Sass was one of the things he loved about the whip thin hound, he knew it was never said in mean spirits but to sting and tease.  Not taking the bait, and trying very hard not to think about the swelling of his sheath he looked the Saluki up and down. The dark green leather and gold buckles set off the teal in his eyes and the canine glowed. 

“You look very nice.” Hushpuppy had meant to say it with some force, confidence to bolster his resolve, but it came out in a breathless whisper.

Praline watched the blush catch in the Dogo’s cheeks and chest. Stalwart and unflinching the statuesque canine rarely caved to the flush.  Seeing the white fur enhanced with the barest rouge caught Praline’s own cheeks afire. 

“I… I know you big fool.” Praline pressed his nose to Hushpuppy’s in their way and risked a look into those deep violet eyes.