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  "writing": "Neighbor Mechanics.\n\nChapter 2: More than one way of painting.\n\nMoxy Meadows had spent the night with Alder, at first with him on top of her as he deflated, taking enough time to kiss and cuddle during that time, and once out of the tying, they cleaned up, disposing of the condom, and when they finally made it back to bed, they ended with her cuddled up to his side, one leg over his hips, the other draped over his chest, using his arm and chest as a pillow.\n\nAnd that?s how morning after found her, sitting slowly awake, buck ass naked, still feeling the stinging of his knot in her soaked sex, fortunately no dribble, and a small marten nose tucked under a canine armpit. She sighed and smiled, trying not to wake him, but she moved enough to look at his sleeping face, tilting her head and shaking her head at her luck again \"you look cute even asleep, Pup\" she said and kissed his cheek gently, dislodging herself off him and rolling out of the massive bed, walking out and giggling at the small bundled pile he had made with her clothes.\n\nShe was now in HIS domain by herself, and as comfortable as she felt around him, she would hate to be nosy or pry, so she kept herself to going to the bathroom he?d pointed out the night before and taking care of business, freshening her face up with some water, and then, looking for something to do, she went to the living room, and finding the apron he had modeled for her during cooking, she took it, sniffing the part that had been pressed against his chest, and got an idea. She put on the apron, shortening the neck strap with a couple of knots so it covered her without being huge, and fastened it to her waist, went to the kitchen, she managed to get the coffee machine running, and peeked into he fridge looking for options, settling on the good ol?e classic Eggs and Baccey, a while later humming happily as she prepared everything, the scent traveling down the hall and to the bed...\n\nAlder is a rather heavy sleeper, and also not much of a snorer, so he proves to be a very comfortable sleeping companion (unbeknownst to her he also sleeps far better next to someone than he does alone). As she rolls off of him he rolls onto his side, naturally slipping into the fetal position and absently itching at his cheek in his sleep before falling back into what appears to be some sort of dream.\n\nAs heavy a sleeper as he may be, though, he?s rarely met a person in his life that isn?t woken up by the scent of coffee and bacon. He slowly rouses, rubbing his eyes and then rolling out of bed. He goes into his own bathroom, running a comb through his sorta-mohawk and beard before padding out to see what all the cookin? is about. He, like her, doesn?t bother with clothes. They?ve seen each other naked, after all, so what?s there to be shy about? Nudity is more comfortable anyway. He takes the liberty of smooching her on the corner of her jaw before taking a seat at the counter, mirroring her own position the night before and also her gaze, taking in her nice ass as she flips some of the bacon over, \"So when do you have to get back to work?\"\n\nShe let out a happy chirrup at the kiss, and when he settled on the prep island, she spun around to let him see the apron hugging her short frame with a spatula in her hand, but made sure the bacon and eggs didn?t burn, and returned her focus to the task at hand, a few moments later, she set a plate with a couple of eggs and a healthy pile of bacon before him with a fork and a cup of coffee, not knowing if he had a favorite mug, she took any...\n\nAt his question she looked up at the clock on the wall and said \"mm, not for a while, but also...\" she paused and pointed at herself with the spatula \"Boss lady, remember?\" and winked as she served her own plate, opting for juice rather than coffee, and joined him on the island, next to his chair and nudged him with her elbow \"sleep well, Pup? You looked so cute and peaceful I didn?t wanna wake you up!!!\"\n\nThe man smiles as she shows off the apron, nodding, \"Oh I noticed. Very cute.\" He pads around to grab milk and a packet of cocoa for his coffee to make a homemade mocha (he?s got a sweet tooth). He then grins at his plate as it arrives, digging in. He nods as she reminds him that she?s the boss lady, not sure what that has to do with anything and looking vaguely confused before realization dawns on him, \"Ohhhh. Of them, right.\" He points his head in the direction of her shop, then returns his attention to his breakfast.\n\nAs she sits beside him he nudges her back, blushing a bit at being called cute (he has, for some time, had a bit of a thing for being complimented in a feminine, or semi-feminine, way - it?s not due to any gender dysphoria or anything, more like he enjoys the unexpectedness of it), and nods, \"I slept very well, thank you. You?re a very soft plushie,\" he doesn?t really have his collection of stuffed animals out anymore, but he does have quite a few tucked away in his office, \"I hope you slept well also?\"\n\nShe chuckled at being called a plushie and poked her tongue at him as she tucked into her own plate and took a sip of her juice as he watches him doctor his mocha to perfection \"mmm, I think I prefer my caffeine cold... But soda in the morning is frowned upon for anyone not a goblin...\" she said and when he asked about her sleep, she leaned in and kissed his cheek \"I don?t think I?ve slept GOOD in a while, Pup... And not just cause all my tension somehow vanished before going to bed, no sure why\" she chittered and winked before carrying on \"but also cause your bed is so good and having a warm Pup blanket helped, thanks!\"\n\nBreakfast took them a while of more small friendly talk and random kisses and caresses, Moxy visibly making an effort not to jump his bones or order him to lewd her up so early, and as she rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher she asked over her shoulder \"what does YOUR day look like, handsome?\"\n\nAlder is still just as sensitive to her touches as he had been the previous night, so even if she?s not telling him to do anything about it he?s definitely about 1/3 hard by the end of breakfast. He was glad that she?d also slept well, even giggling slightly at her coy reasoning behind it. He?d actually gotten the bed relatively cheap (at least the mattress and such, the frame is custom), but it?s treated him surprisingly well and he?s glad she likes it too; memory foam really is quite something. \n\nHe moves to sit his bare butt on the top of the island as she starts cleaning up, mostly to be a tease (sure he?ll have to clean it later, but oh well). He looks at his watch (which he?d not taken off since she got here; he never does, as a matter of fact). He shrugs, \"Well I have a few updates to get out the door, probably. Concepts for a storefront window and an updated logo for someone else. That?ll probably take up most of my working day. Luckily my work is... Not too hardcore, I sorta get to set my own schedule, so long as I don?t keep my clients waiting too terribly long. You?\" He swings his feetpaws cutely, fitting into the pup moniker pretty well. Emotionally and mentally he?s actually rather mature for someone still in their twenties, but he enjoys not taking himself too seriously or ?growing up? without actual reason - balance is key.\n\n\"That sounds like a day and a half, love... for me it?s Thursday, so I got a planning meeting with the crew, and then we got a couple of bikes coming in, tune up and optimizations, and if I recall, not memorized the roll sheets... I think someone?s coming in with a paint job for a Cam... oh, that reminds me, we also got a paint booth, if you wanna give the Beamer something other than dull bondo gray... plus searching for clients in client groups and contacts... you?d think high rollers line up to get cars bought and customized, but...\" she shrugged and wiped her hands with the hand towel, and on a whim, she bapped his chest with it, thankfully not twisting it into a towel whip, more of a loose fabric shiwsh.\n\n\"Mmm, that means I need big girl clothes and heading back to the shop... call later?\" she asked and, leaning on his thigh she pushed into a sweet kiss, clear to convey the Dom was in private and equally relished but they could chill together.\n\nHe lets her slip between his legs casually, chuckling as she smacks him with her towel. He rests his hands on her hip and nods, \"Or text - I?ll be honest, phone calls have never been my thing. Besides, we?re literally fifty feet away from one another so if you have something urgent you can probably just yell.\" He kisses her snoot and shakes his head gently, \"Two designs are nothing compared to the workload you seem to have set yourself up with - just be careful not to overwork yourself alright? I know you?ve just started so there?s growing pains, but without you keeping yourself healthy the shop will wither too.\" He may be a sub, but that doesn?t mean he can?t dole out advice. He is way, way above her right now, probably nearly 6?8\" while sitting on the counter, so just because he can he also smooches the top of her head - why not, right? Right.\n\n\"Thanks, Pup, I will, I?ll try to take better care of myself... the last part of the day is not too hard, just in the office fielding calls and chasing leads... want me to keep any feelers out for any Beemer surplus out there? the things my people find in junkyards is sometimes baffling!!\" she said and reluctantly broke away from the cuddle, giggling at the crown kiss, ears twitching \"The ?32 was a junkyard find, actually, hence all the work...\" she shrugged and took off the apron, giving another, buck naked spin for him and hanging it by the neck loop to his snout with a chuckle \"Right, Moxy, clothes...\" she said and spun to go back to his bedroom to get her clothes, going to the bathroom to fix herself in the mirror, she kept the door open and said, fetching her phone form he pocket and setting it on the closest furniture to the bathroom.\n\n\"Left my phone unlocked here, Pup,,, be a darling and put yourself in...\" she said, again not noticing the innuendo-ish turn of phrase as she slipped on her clothes and fixed her hair on the mirror she added \"Thank God I keep a can of furspray in the office, but I think I might need to get a toothbrush over next time, you ok with that?\"\n\nThe canine nods and hugs her gently, \"Glad to hear it - and if you ever need a massage or anything after a particularly hard day just come a-knockin?, okay?\" He looks thoughtful at her question, \"Uhm... The left rear window regulator is a bit shuddery, and I could maybe use a new heater core..... I don?t really know, already have most of the things I need to be honest, but I?ll get you a list just in case.\" Maybe he?ll spend his afternoon compiling that for her. He hops off the counter, giggling and taking the apron off of his nose as he watches her spin. He hangs it on a hook by the fridge, then does a spin for her as well before she pads off to get prepared for the day, even making sure his tail is lifted to give her the best possible view. He then wanders over to her phone, checking something surreptitiously before adding himself as, \"Allie :3\" and snapping a goofy pic to add to the contact - just his face, of course, but he?s sure to make it unserious. He then sets her phone down, pulling on a pair of dark grey sweats to wear for the day (and, conspicuously, nothing else - his bulge really is something else). He nods as she returns to the bedroom, \"Sure thing, bring by anything you want, or ask and I can track down stuff for you too.\"\n\n\"Could make it a shopping spree, or is BIG Pup scared to go shopping with his girl?\" he asked, emphasizing the big part again at the sight of his bulge on his pants as she walked into the room to finish getting her belongings, already decked out in her coveralls and shirt, just making sure not to leave anything important she said \"I?ll message you as the day winds down see what you got going on!\" she said and kissed him again as she headed for the door, and stopped a few steps out of the bedroom, as if she forgot something and turned \"oh... I almost forgot...\" and tossed him a bunched up something that when caught turned out to be her panties In a little ball and she said \"keep those, for good luck!!!\" and poked her tongue at him \"now... I gotta go!!\" she chuckled and this time headed out the door, squinting a bit at the sunlight but already much, much chipper, as she began walking towards her shop, nodding glad to hear the sounds of tinkering which meant the crew were already setting up.\n\nHe rolls his eyes, \"No, I just wanna make sure you have what you need and I know you?re busy.\" He nods at her plans, then blinks down at the small fabric ball she?d tossed him - realizing quickly what it is, he just hopes she?s going to stop by her house for a moment before work to put on a new pair; chafing can be a real bitch. He does, of course, do that very typical simp male thing, bringing them up to his nose for a deep sniff before setting them by his pillow and walking her out.\n\nUnfortunately for her, it?s not exactly a stealthy way to go. No one really looks over as his front door opens (after all it?s a free country, a guy can walk out of his house any time he likes), but when someone notices it?s her when she?s halfway across the street towards the shop, the tatted-up rabbit mechanic raises his brow and gives her a big, buck-toothed grin, \"Heh - looks like Moxy went ahead and got herself a new kind of breakfast, boys!\" Not all of her workers are here just yet, but the ones that are all look over and give her a hard time with whoop whistles and playful jeers; they are, after all, mechanics in a mechanic shop. She may be their boss, but that hardly means they?re not going to give her shit.\n\nShe blushes a bit, and still halfway across the street, she flips them off, casually and friendly, indeed the more crass edges on her personality, as Allie saw last night, came from hanging around crews almost all her life, so she was used to the pestering banter, and she had even dished it out when one of her guys got lucky or a new partner... She walked into the shop, still holding her bird up for all to see with a grin and said \"you ladies got nothing better to do than gossip? Chop, chop, time?s a wasting, money?s a fading, and bikes need tuning, being in such a good mood doesn?t mean I won?t kick your butts to the curb, have you changing Volvo oil at an agency for the rest of your lives!\" she said, of course not meaning it, her crew was loyal and solid, so it would take a really big fuck up to get fired, and as she walked past them she said to the bunny \"Also, Dean... Remember, carrots are lunch not dildos!! Staff meeting in 10, you dorks!!\"\n\nShe went quickly to the double wide and made sure to get a pair of clean panties on, a different t-shirt, giggling a bit as she took the red one off and sniffed it, and a healthy helping of fur spray, then went about her day, which thanks to her amazing team went by swimmingly and quickly, save for the ever-elusive client chase, but it was ok.\n\nAlder watches for a few moments to make sure she?ll be alright, heedless of the fact that he?s shirtless in his doorway for all the crew to see should they care to look over. Thankfully for his ego, they don?t. He then gets to work, managing to knock the designs out even faster than expected; it turns out that when one has a bit of a muse, ideas flow a lot easier. He also admittedly spends a lot of the day with one hand down his pants idly, not really doing anything with it but enjoying himself nevertheless. It?s not like he has any office decorum to worry about. \n\nThe pic she sends him after work is really rather rude to a poor horny male, the goofy face he sends back just putting a nail in his proverbial coffin; she has him wrapped at least a majority of the way around her finger already, and it?s barely been over twenty-four hours!\n\nMoxy had sent the picture on a playful whim at the end of her day, once the crew had cleared out, and knowing her yard was secluded and middle of nowhere-y, she had taken a shower outside, to freshen up after the long day and since she had kinda promised her Pup she would take care of herself, and the goofy face sent back was priceless and made her giggle as she entered her house, drying up, settling down in the living room, looking at the phone giddy, a smile had come to her face when sending the picture made her look up Alder on the phone only to see the cute Pic and Allie stored as contact name.\n\nSitting in her small living room, in nothing but a pair of panties, she texted back \"day, survived... thoughts of Pup helped, you?\" and sent a follow up \"you wanna hang out or too tired? in any case, Saturday could be a good day for the Beem?s paint booth appointment, crew?s off... oh they send their regards, I guess!!\" she sent and waited.\n\nHe is also showering when she sends the text, so it?s twenty minutes or so before she finally gets a response, ?Glad you survived, heh :3 And yeah, I kinda blew through my work with you on my mind, not gonna lie. Mind being my muse?? A second text comes through after, saying, ?We can hang if you want, but no pressure - I don?t wanna wear out my welcome too quickly.? He then towels himself off thoroughly before blow-drying himself and then coating himself in the fur oil that keeps him smelling pleasantly of the woods (and his fur sleek and untangled). He?s got it down to a science at this point, so it doesn?t take too long. He then spends the time to make sure all of his nails are properly blunted, his hand and feetpads all properly balmed. He?s been keeping up with most of this stuff anyway, but if he?s going to be spending a lot of time with this girl the last thing he wants is to be caught slacking by a surprise touch someplace he doesn?t expect.\n\nWaiting for his messages, she discovered she was slightly more tired than she?d expected, so she ended up curling up on the couch and falling asleep, Friday was a day off for the shop entirely and she woke up a bit late to the alert of his reply, a bit guilty of leaving him on read, she quickly texted back \"oh, uh... Sorry about that, fell asleep, someone wore me out... No welcome worn out, and I?ll be your muse, Pup... Think today I need to run some errands, keep chasing clients, but I will look into a couple of junks, tell em to keep on the lookout for Beem parts... See you tomorrow to paint?\" she wrote and being a dorky sap, sent a string of kissy cute emoticons.\n\nAllie's a bit of an anxious dog, so admittedly when she doesn?t respond he does start to worry a bit that he might have said something wrong. Years of gained wisdom tell him not to send another text, so he doesn?t, but when her reply finally comes in the next day he does find himself sighing in relief. He texts back (much more quickly this time), ?Sure, Mox. Good luck with the clients, and no worries if you can?t find any of this.? He then sends another text with the few parts he might be able to use from a junkyard; to be honest he?s trying his best to build this as if it?s factory fresh (with a few modern upgrades here and there, to be fair), but there are still some places corners can be cut without anyone noticing and without the end result being any worse in reality. Lastly, he sends, ?And yeh, tomorrow sounds fine - can?t wait for you to see the color I?ve picked!~? the car, in the state that she?d seen it, had had several colors of primer and the main unibody all the stock color, some boring metallic grey. The interior was pretty much entirely out of the car, so it had been hard to get a read on some of it too, since a lot of it was in plastic bags for safekeeping. Unbeknownst to her (since he?s not sure if they have a sandblaster in the garage over there), he spends the entire night and a good portion of the next morning sanding down and re-priming the unibody, and making sure any other panels he can paint are also, for sure, paint-ready. He?d spent several thousand dollars on the paint itself over time, gathering it can by can as he could afford it, so he?d be damned if it didn?t turn out as perfect as he could make it, and he himself is a perfectionist.\n\nShe smiled and sent a winking picture, decent this time and headed about her day, running to the shops to stock up her pantry, not planning to mooch meals off him the whole time, a spare toothbrush, a cute pair of pajamas for any case they DIDN?T sleep naked, and some other odds and ends, then went to some of her junkyard buddies, to check what they had in, window shopping on the cheap, but also now with the drive to help Allie find what he needed, and even found time to call her folks, chatting with dad about the shop and project, low key grilling him for any leads, and to mom, we?ll she kinda implied she had met someone, omitted the fact he had rearranged her guts on the first date, told her he was a canine and really sweet, and promises of future visits.\n\nAt the end of the day she actually went over to drop off her purchases, showing the pj's and leaving the brush in his bathroom cup, a symbol there, and spent the time with him, just chilling, cuddling, bought them pizza and managed to actually finish through a movie, and after a nice time, she quoted back at him about not wearing out the welcome and scuttled back home to rest and wake up to get the booth ready for tomorrow.\n\nHe seemed kind of tired during this visit, not to the point where it was concerning but decidedly less energetic than the first time. He?s still clearly enjoying her company, of course, but running on a three-hour afternoon nap only does you so much good. He?d let his clients know to expect updates on Monday, but that something had come up and that he?s taking a three-day weekend; the benefit of being his own boss, is that he doesn?t really have to give them any reason why so long as they get their purchases within a reasonable time. His bathroom, when she goes in to drop off her toothbrush, is clearly one of the most newly-renovated areas of the house, maybe even the most. There is a double-vanity (a hopeful dog had made sure there was space for two in there), the toilet has a bidet, and the shower is huge, with a half-wall around it and no actual enclosure, with a big overhead showerhead that looks like it must feel amazing as well as a wall-mounted hose head for reaching the more difficult places. \n\nThe next afternoon comes around, and he starts getting the car over to the shop piece by piece while her crew is still there. They didn?t know he even had anything cool, so they?re intrigued as he walks across fenders, bumpers, a hood, a tailgate, and doors, before finally rolling over his chassis. It?s time for them to leave soon afterwards, but they do stick around and insist he gives them a tour of the bodywork. To be fair, the only thing he?s really done that?s beyond factory parts, is slightly widening the rear wheel arches and reinforcing the rear strut tower braces, but he seems game to talk shop with them a bit before they have to go. He then pads back over to grab his paint, returning with several cans of base layer and several more cans of clearcoat. He admits this probably isn?t a one day job to her, given that they have to let it dry between coats, but he promises to pay her for shop time if she?ll accept. Even still, he keeps the base layers secret until it?s time to start spraying.\n\nShe was surprised at the main bathroom and smiled, feeling the moment of being let into his sanctum, and the awesome job on the renovation, but had let him rest, kissing his nose and lips on the way out.\n\nAs he began bringing parts over and eventually the piece de resistance of the chassis, the crew got more into the discussion, and even helped him roll the car into the paint booth, Moxy leaning on the door frame between the shop and the yard watching the boys banter, and beaming proud, and as they filed out exchanging good weekends and see you Mondays, she said \"See, I told you he was cool!! Now everyone wants to play with the boss?s new boyfriend, dorks!\" and giggled, helping him bring in the paint cans over wondering what color he had planned, and caving in at the request \"fiiiine, Pup, you can pay a modest fee for shop time, food and sex not legal tender...\" she said and laughed, but did tip toe to kiss him, and then went to get the paint suits and respirators, tossing him one of the big boys? ones \"here you go, suit up!!!\"\n\nThe Pup veritably beams as she accepts his money (the fee to be decided later, he supposes - so be it), and does start to suit up almost giddily; he?s been wanting to do this for a while but had never found a shop to do it at that wasn?t exorbitant, or that didn?t insist on doing it themselves. He loads some paint guns with the color, still hiding it from her as he does so, then holds one out to her with a playfully distrusting squint, \"Paint that door for me, won?t you?\" He points at the passenger rear door, then watches her comically closely (though in reality he does want to make sure she?s got the juice for this; this is his baby, after all), as she paints on the surprising color - BMW?s Twilight Purple! After the first coat on the outside of the door he nods sagely, \"You?ll do,\" and then starts on the unibody. the underside of the unibody has already been powdercoated - not quite factory, but arguably better - and so he sets to taping off the wheels (even if they?re just proxies for when he puts the real ones on) as well as anything else he doesn?t want painted, then he starts to lay down coats. His hands are, as expected of someone with his profession, quite steady, and the first coat goes on quite smoothly. After waiting about twenty minutes, he starts adding the second coat, then another twenty minutes for the third. Meanwhile, he trusts her with the doors, hood, and front fenders, and he also paints the bumpers. \n\nThey turn out to make a pretty good team, and after they?ve done four layers of the color they start to clean out the guns, having to wait a day or two for the base to dry properly before they add the clear. When he?s sure the paint is diluted enough not to cause her any harm, he turns the gun and playfully spritzes her side with the slightly purple water, covering his mouth after as if it was an accident, but the gesture is so comically overdone that it?s clear he?s being a playful dork, \"Oh... Oh I?m so sorry....\"\n\nShe chuckles as she suits up and gets ready, lifting an eyebrow at him at the `paint that door for me', a quite direct command, but let?s it go, of course, understanding the level of trust of even letting her breathe over his baby, she?d bite the head of anyone who messed up her Roadster, so she nodded and did the test coat gasping at the color \"OH, Wow!!! that?s sweet!!!!\" she said and offered him a fist bump; and when he said she?d do, she giggled giddy and gave a curtsy; a bit less charming in a painting mono suit, but still, and as they coordinated and tackled the task, time went by rather quickly, she even managed to use one of the 20 min breaks to go to the stereo and blast, surprise, surprise Franz Ferdinand and Frank Turner as discussed, plus a shuffle of her faves.\n\nOnce they finished and closed the paint booth to let the car dry and rest in isolation from any speck of anything, she began the ritual of cleaning and watering out the hoses in the paint gun, as playful and bubbly as she was, she was letting him see when it came to work ethic and the shop, she was a consummate professional.\n\nSo of course, the second he began fooling around and sprayed with purple, luckily still in the jumpsuit, she pulled off the respirator and raised the paint glasses and looked at him with a mock-daggers look and said in a bad cartoon accent \"of course you realize, this means war, right, Pup?\" and turned her own safe cleaned spray gun on him, letting him have it front first, a mist of semi-purple water coating him, it had decent pressure without being painful and she blew on the muzzle like a revolver.\n\nAllie looks shocked and offended that she?d even begin to think he?d done this on purpose. Him? The submissive, caring, cuddly softie of a teddy bear, shooting her with paint water? Perish the thought! Then she sprays him back and a wicked look comes across his face. Luckily he knows better than to be completely caution-free with his aim, not wanting to accidentally paint something that shouldn?t be painted, so he is sure to aim true as he paints a swath from around belly-button height to.... Well, her crotch. Fuck it, the proverbial kid gloves have come off now!\n\nMoxy puts the mask and glasses back on and shakes her head at him \"you?re so dead, Pup!!!\" she said, giggling and she began chasing him as much as the hoses would allow them to, trying to tag him, and due to the running around, she had planned on drawing a pair of boobs over his chest, but managed a single lopsided, caricature of a tit and a few zebra spots over his tush, as she tried to dodge and not get tagged, laughing and dodging but getting messy too \"I?m gonna break out the hose and get you, Allie... I swear!!!\" she said, voice huffy from running and laughing and the gleam of a smile visible in her eyes behind the respirator.\n\nHe looks very pleased indeed as she calls him Allie, but doesn?t really let up. Eventually, after they both have bespoke paint jobs on their suits, the water runs out and he finally has to hold his ?gun? up like he?s surrendering, \"I?m out, ma?am, please don?t hurt me!\" He then chuckles and sets it aside, starting to peel off the now-sweaty paint suit. Luckily, these are relatively inexpensive and disposable by design, or else one of her poor crew would have been forced to be immersed in her boyfriend?s sweat. He tosses the suit into the proper bin and leans against one of the toolboxes, \"So you liked the color, eh? I?m glad. You don?t see purple cars too often, and I want my baby to stand out, so. Purple. Besides, it?s a stock Bimmer color, so even purists can?t really get mad.\"\n\nMox advanced on him with her paint gun set on him and pulled off the respirator showing him a wicked grin as his water ran out, and just as she readied to pull the trigger, her own sprayer sputtered and let out a sad excuse for a spray she said \"click\" like an empty gun and lowered her gun \"fine, you get to live, Pup... I?m a merciful Queen\" she said, just a little tease, and began peeling of her own sweaty suit, teasing out her hair and tossing it around in a sexy motion, getting back down to her comfy denim and today, Green shirt with a Flogging Molly logo, and she leaned back on the toolboxes next to him, putting her arm around him, and wrapping him up in her embrace and her soft scent \"mmmm, love your dedication AND your dorkiness, Pup!\" she said and leaned on his arm by his shoulder, looking at the yard, again, like everything, it was small, but it was hers...\n\nHe was also in jeans, but he was in a much simpler black t-shirt with a handwritten-looking Deftones wordmark in white on the front. He leans into her embrace and smiles, \"Heh, well I?m glad you like the dorkiness. The dedication, though, that?s reserved for you, the car, and very few other people.\" He blinks and then blushes, \"Er... That is, if you want my dedication, that is - that might have come off a bit strong....\"\n\n\"I get it... wanna know something eerie?\" she said and squeezed his hip then slid to cup his butt in her hand, poking her tongue at him and wiggling her eyebrows Groucho style, as she waited for him to answer.\n\nThe afternoon light was once again going down on them, bathing them in orange an yellows, air cooling and the quiet of their street, specially on a Saturday so noticeable they could hear crickets starting to chirp, leaning on her tool boxes and chilling, she actually sighed and cuddled him.\n\nAlder blushes as she gropes his butt, luxuriating with her in the late evening sun as he realizes that wasn?t a rhetorical question, \"Oh uhm... Sure!~\" He rests his hand on her hip, holding her close as she cuddles him even if they?re both kinda soaked - the paint suits may have protected them from the pigments, but they hadn?t done much against the water or the sweat.\n\n\"Called my folks yesterday before heading to your place with pizza and toothbrush... talked shop with dad, pretty standard stuff... but I actually told my mom about meeting you...\" she said and turned to look at him blushing as she adjusted in his hip hug and nuzzled his face \"wet Pup...\" she giggled and stretched a bit in his arm and said \"you wanna dry up inside and let me make you dinner? I got pantry supplies between junkyard browsing and embarrassing my Pup to my mother...\"\n\nThe male grins and blushes both, thinking that it generally means someone?s pretty serious when they mention you to their parent{s}. He looks at her and smooches her brow, \"Well, I?ll mention you also the next time I talk to my parents - it?s not super often, I admit, but it?ll happen.\" He doesn?t have any ill will or anything, they just live far away and he?s never seen the point in talking to them out of the blue. But he?ll get there. Her offer solicits a nod and he hugs her before patting her butt, \"Sure, Mox, show me the way.\"\n\nThe marten looks at him biting her lip and nodding at the promise and she gives him a slant of the eyes and a wicked grin saying \"mmm, your Queens too tired, Pup, carry me... It?s no maze, past the paint booth and straight `til morning, you can?t miss it, it?s the entire house the size of your bedroom\" she chuckled and squeeze his butt again before lifting her arms to be lifted.\n\nHe gives her another chuckle but nods, \"As you wish, of course.\" He turns to face her, and his bratty side says he should totally go for a fireman?s carry. However, he decides to be wise and pick her up with one arm under her upper back and the other cradling her knees, giving her the option to hug his neck if she wants (or doesn?t trust his strength). He then pads toward her house, letting her open the door once they get there and then carefully sliding in sideways before setting her down carefully on her feet and closing the door, \"I hope the Uber was acceptable, ma?am.\"\n\nShe held on to his neck all he way there, chuckling and teasing one of his ears, even nibbling on it as she did, and once she opened the door and she touched the floor again, she held on to his neck, pulling him to stay low and kissed him in response to his question \"Good boy, Pup, the Uber was more than acceptable...\" she said and takin his hand she said \"not much to show, but could give you the \"grand\" tour... and I was thinking pasta for dinner... also someone got cute with spray guns... so we could always take a shower... mines rather small, the one outside has a bit more room, but... outside...\" she said and lingered a bit about going to his place again, not wanting him to feel she was freeloading off his bigger place or ashamed of her small digs \"Go to the bedroom, in the closet you'll find towels, Pup...\" she said that last one a command but with a slight hesitation, as if testing if anything went as far as commands went.\n\nHe stays bent over as she holds onto his neck, his ear slightly saliva-soggy but a blush on his face showing that not only does he not mind the nibbling and teasing, he rather enjoyed it. He returns the kiss with a murr, then stands up straight once she releases him, returning to his near foot-tall advantage. He looks around the place and suddenly realizes this is a very similar make of trailer to the one he grew up in, grinning, \"You can if you like, but I think I have it pretty well mapped-out.\" He leaves the mystery at that, then shrugs at the shower options, \"Yours, mine, or the one in-between, whatever makes you the most comfortable.\" He then looks to his right, toward what would likely be the master bedroom, and pads off to retrieve the towels as instructed. Soon, he returns with two towels in-hand, \"So. Where are you thinking, ma?am?\"\n\n\"Mmm, outside for fun, since the only neighbor is right here with my, we can cleanup under the stars, don?t worry the hot water?s good and runs nice... let?s go, Pup!\" she said and took his hand and headed outside again towards the small wooded fence cubicle with he shower head poking out the top, pulling him excitedly, hips and tail swishing happily she realized something and she said \"mmm, Pup?s gonna smell like me, cause I got the one furwash!!!\" she giggled and let go before the entrance to the open air shower \"strip for me, Pup, make it sexy\" she said and leaned on the fence with a sultry, very naughty look about her winking and blowing him a kiss.\n\nHe would have happily noted that he is not, in fact, their only neighbor, but to be honest he?s an exhibitionist and admittedly likes the idea of public..... Most anything, really. So he doesn?t even hesitate a little bit as she orders him to strip for her, even if he?s technically well within view of several houses. If they look at him, and continue to look, that?s on them. He is, admittedly, not actually very good at strip teasing, so even with his very best efforts (and even though he?s actually a fairly accomplished dancer in some respects), his stripping display is pretty adorably awkward. Even still, before long he stands completely nude and out in the open, looking at her with a hopeful grin - did she at least enjoy it, even if it was not particularly talented? One can only wish.\n\nIf her mercurial face was any clue, she didn?t enjoy it, she loved it, clapping and whistling at him, giggling, blushing and finally as he stopped, she clapped at him energically with a cute gleam in her peach eyes under the low evening light \"good boy pup... you did very good, your Queen is happy... now, come, undress your queen... take your time, enjoy it!\"\n\nAllie offers a very earnest bow as she praises him, murring quietly to himself. As her next order comes in he nods, \"Yes, Your Majesty, right away.\" He pads closer and starts with her overall straps, then her shirt, not generally a fan of Donald Ducking. He gives her breasts a cheeky cup of his hands, then he slowly kneels at the same pace as his hands, as they work their way down her body, never losing contact with her waist, then hips, then thighs, then calves, then feetpaws, dragging her overalls with them all the way down. Finally, and taking a risk, he leans forward and grasps the waistband of her panties with his teeth, pulling them down bit by bit until they too pass her feetpaws and he?s left in a full dogeza (DOGeza?) before her, her underpants in his maw - he?d definitely enjoyed it, no doubt.\n\nMox baps his snout playfully when he finishes, wiggling her jiggles for him and laughing \"silly Pup...\" as she laughed but bowed back at him and put her foot on the back of his head as he kowtowed to her, pushing a bit down, a much weight as she could muster, now naked and despite the water, the scent was all too familiar and all too alluring for the canine, and she said \"you?re gonna make me run out of panties, hun\" as she kept him down for a bit, then moved the foot from over his head to under his chin, lifting him up again flashing him views of her puffy pussy.\n\nThe Pup's just about to return to standing when she presses his head to the ground, and he lets out a whimpery, moan-soaked exhale. He prostrates himself as much as he can for her, his breathing adorably unsteady as he pretty much eats her grass. He continues to pant and, gently, whimper as she lifts his chin with her toes, looking up at her with extraordinarily horny puppy-dog eyes - she?d [b]really[/b] struck a chord with that maneuver. He swallows, blushing, ``S-sorry, my Queen - I was just following orders as b-best as I could.\" All the while, her panties are hanging off of his lower left canine, moving up and down as he speaks.\n\n\"Yes, yes... you little naughty pup, I told you to undress me, not to eat my panties... but I?ll let it slide... for now..\" she said and moved her foot again, back to behind his head and pulling forward to make him kneel again, pulling with the instep until she could adjust to pushing her black pads on his head, pushing a little firmer, rubbing his nose on the grass. And as he bent down and his back came into view, she sighed, reaching down with one of her hands and parting her flower like the other time together and with a sigh and shiver in the cool evening air, she let go; a familiar sound coming off her and a warm splash hitting his back as she huffed \"mmmm..... oh yeah...\"\n\nAlder is surprisingly easy to manipulate, even if he is a lot larger and stronger than her; he may as well be putty. He bows and then fully prostrates for her without so much as a particularly firm tug as she moves him with her footpaw. He almost sounds like he?s panicking as she does so, so fervent and unsteady are his breaths, but she?ll recognize his horny breathing from a few evenings ago, when he was making similar noises right before he came. He?s not actually that close to straight-up climaxing right now, but that?s how horny her manipulations are making him. Then, that stream starts. His breathing cuts off, indicating his curiosity. then he turns his head to the side and looks up, his ears at truly wacky angles as he sees the stream leaving her to land on his back. He swallows and turns his eyes to the toes not stepping on him, letting her relieve herself on him and growing steadily more hard - given the overall context of this, it?s overwhelmingly hot.\n\nWhen he tries to turn, she pushes down a bit harder with her foot to keep him in place, but let?s him see, her pussy completely exposed as she relieves herself on his back, and noticing how she looks at her other foot she smiles wicked and says \"Pup can kiss my other foot if he wants... worship your queen!\" as she shivered feeling not only the relief of the lewd bodily function but the growing of her own arousal at someone so big and strong, and who would most likely go to the ends of the world to protect her, not only out of submission, she?s sure, would let someone much smaller \"own\" him like this... \"fuck.. Pup'', she managed to stammer as the stream began diminishing.\n\nAllie carefully wiggles his face towards her other footpaw so as not to unbalance her, then lets his tongue slip out to give the arch of her footpaw some doggy kisses, long and firm and slobbery. He looks up at her as she curses at him, fairly sure it was a compliment but wanting to gauge her body language. He is, for all intents and purposes, someone that would socially be considered her ?superior?, as stupid as that is - he?s tall, broad, strong, and of a breed that is generally considered to be of a guard or police-trained kind (if less so than his German counterpart). It?s thus very interesting indeed, that not only is he letting her order him around, but he?s letting her step on him and even piss on him, without any retort or aggressive reaction - he really is just a submissive pupper, it seems.\n\nShe finally stops, the last trickles of piss rolling down her inner thigh panting and aroused just by the act and her Pup?s submission, wiggling her foot in his tongue which makes her giggle, and panting looking down at him she says \"Roll over Pup, on your back...\" releasing the pressure of her foot on his head her eyes wide in lust; yes, but also in adoration for him, and mostly absolute Awe at what had just happened, she hadn?t thought it out or planned it, it was a spur of the moment, lewd improvised gesture but it had rocked her to her core, after all it was akin to marking him as hers...\n\nHe wasn?t entirely sure why she?d just done what she?d done, but he doesn?t really mind either - there are situations in which he?d have been less accepting (on his bed, for example), but this one seemed.... almost natural? If not, it was at least something he hardly minded. He swallows as she orders him around again, then does as she asks when she gives him the space to do so, rolling onto his back and revealing his fully-hard (if knot-free) cock and his slightly grungy knees, elbows, and face. He looks up at her with those ever-surprising puppy-dog eyes, nibbling on his right flew adorably.\n\nShe crouched, legs parted, letting him keep visual contact with her pussy and she pet his cheek and neck, ruffling his fur and smiling \"hey, Pup, good boy, such a good, good boy... so pretty , so sweet... your Queen's very happy.... such a good Pup\" she said and her hands began trailing down from his face an neck until eventually both hands rubbed over his tummy, kneading and petting the fur there, and she leaned down and kissed his grimy face deep and needy, huffing... She praised and rewarded him with such tummy petting for a bit, still whispering praise as she got her head back on, desire, love and lust winning over confusion as she melted into the kiss again.\n\nAlder watches her crouch, his eyes barely leaving her slit (as if she?s about to mount his face in public - it might be twilight, but it?s not that dark). He then starts to pant and heave quietly as she starts petting him, his sensitive skin making it hard to concentrate on more than just the sensations as her fingers run over his body. He swallows and finally manages to respond, \"Anything f-for you, Your Highness....\" That is, of course, a, ?within reason,? sort of response, but he does genuinely mean it anyway. He is veritably squirting on his lower belly (and her hands) now, showing just how much he?s enjoyed the last few moments - he?d barely been peeking when he?d finished stripping, and he?s now unloading precum he?s so hard. Simp.\n\nShe smiled as she started to slow down the petting and smirked at him \"enjoying the view, Pup?\" and giggling she said \"you think you can stop perving on your Queen long enough for us to wash up?\" she said and leaned down to kiss his nose, and as she moved her hand from his tummy, it ?accidentally? grazed along his exposed length, teasing it in a soft touch gliding caress from base to tip... \"let?s wash up, love!\"\n\nThe canine chuckles lightly at her teasing, taking it in stride even though it?s halfway serious. He nods at her question, and then smooches her back on her nose before she stands, standing up after her even though he?d involuntarily humped at her contact to his cock - that had merely been incidental, after all. He opens the door to her shower, gesturing her in as if it?s his shower instead (or, at least, as if he was a doorman and this was the hotel at which he worked), and then he follows her in. he leans against the back wall afterwards, letting her set everything to her preference as he crosses his arms coolly over his chest - what a ?badass?. Too bad his boner belies his too-cool-for-school demeanor.\n\n\"Oooh, tough Pup!!\"! she said in a playful mysterious voice and slanted her eyes at him, frowning and mimicking his pose on the opposite wall, with the extra of the fact that crossing HER arms meant cupping up her tits on her forearm, and the tilt of the hips, she held the pose for a few seconds, enough for the hot water to start running, and long enough for her composure to last, breaking the pose with a giggle and a shake of her head \"you, sir are. totally. adorably. a. dork.\" she said, in that little quirk of her of punctuating words for emphasis not sure he had picked on, and once the water began running nicely, she regulated it to a decent temperature, curiously enough breaking the stereotype that women boil themselves in the shower.\n\nShe reached out for him, giving another little tough girl scowl, then a blep, and pulled him by the hand under the water stream, she hadn?t lied, the pressure was great, the temperature nice in the cool night air and the privacy none, she pressed against him to catch the water with him and nuzzled his chest, bringing his strong arms around her shoulders and back and sighing... then once nice and soaked, she grabbed the bottle of furwash and dolloped some on her hand, guiding him to turn around and lean on the fence, and began washing him, starting, of course with his back, exactly where she had marked him. \"cute butt\" she praised and swat it softly before kneading and massaging the suds onto her Pup?s back.\n\nHe rolls his eyes playfully and, even if he?s rock hard, he suddenly takes on a very serious demeanor - if she?s going to tease him for being tough, he may as well show her that he can indeed appear to be. He stands up straighter, his crossed arms take on a casual-but-strong posture, and his face drops all pretense, his brows dropping and the corners of his mouth falling neutral. Even his eyes go almost dead in their seriousness. He becomes, in but a second, fully intimidating. He had been a bouncer for over a year with this exact look, and he?d never once had an altercation with even the drunkest of patrons.\n\nThen, just as quickly he drops the ?act,? winking at her and watching as she readjusts the shower to her liking. Soon, he?s standing with her under the water, and then just as quickly he?s spun once more to lean against the wall. In spite of his briefly intimidating posturing, he?s just as easy to boss around now as he?d been the past few days, and he leans against the wood with a murr as she starts to scrub his back with soap. His butt, as solid as it is in general, does jiggle with the same light chub that his surprisingly solid belly does, soft but firm. He melts a bit under her ministrations, his musculature clearly relaxing as she massages him.\n\n\"Mmmm my big, tough, yet soft Puppy... I like that... And it feels safe... Just like the cuddles in your couch\" she admits as she keeps massaging his back, of course sliding down to rub and wash over his butt, letting out an \"MMMMFF\" of appreciation at the grope, then back up to his sides, softly washing him \"lower, Pup, shoulders need love too\" she said firm but tender in her ministrations, and kept teasing his back until his shoulders come into reach.\n\nAlder looks over his shoulder with a blush - he?s always wanted to be a domme?s guard dog, after all, the sort of guy that doesn?t necessarily actually have to cause any harm or get in real fights (though he can handle himself if necessary), but rather the kind that makes it so that such fights are completely unnecessary. She seems to get that, and embrace it, without even realizing it.\n\nThen she touches his ribs and starts to soap them, and he looses all sense of stability, his knees going askew and his voice coming out a weak, shaky whimper. He pants and shudders, then slowly relaxes as her fingers return to his back. He kneels as she orders him to lower, giving her every advantage on him when it comes to height and completely ignoring how intensely he?d reacted to her massaging over his ribs. It hadn?t been the typical ticklish reaction, but something equally strong in a different way - something to file away for later, perhaps.\n\nThe marten noted the reaction, but shrugged making sure to file it, indeed for later, and she begins giving his back and shoulders a nice massage, kneading out the knots with a firmness and technique that bellied her size and lean but not too toned physique, as she winked at him if he turned to look at her, and then, she m moved up, taking a moment to goop more furwash unto her hands, she began a soft, sexy massage of his scalp, mohawk and ears, which in order to reach she had to squish her boobs against him, a little giggle escaping her as she focuses on rewarding her sweet, loyal, adorable Pup, humming happily and then saying again \"up and against the wall again, darling... Not done yet!\"\n\nThe dog continues to respond obediently to her orders, murring at the massage rather emphatically and then melting even more as she spends some attention on his scalp, another pretty sensitive area of his body (though not quite so much as his ribs). He then stands, per her desires, grunting slightly as his knees pop but not complaining, and he leans against the wall obediently like those dolls in car shows that some people put out to lean against a car?s rear quarter panels for some reason - he plants his forehead against his crossed forearms and resigns himself to whatever she might choose to do to him next. It?s not like he?s complaining, after all.\n\nShe nods and kisses the small of his back just above the base of his tail, nuzzling with her forehead and chittering as she get a fresh squeeze of soap, wraps her hand around his wrist and slides it down his navel until it meets his red rocket, wrapping around it and squeezing in welcome, sliding up and down the length, whenever it gets to the base, she squeezes, coaxing his knot up and out, kissing his back and nibbling a bit as her other hand wraps around and rubs his tummy in the same petting earlier but now combined with the hand job \"you were awesome today, such a good behaved Pup...\" she praised, referring, for now, only to the sub and dom play moments, and how he had taken everything she had to give, she focused the speed and rhythm of her hand to a pleasurable speed, and kept stroking him and petting his belly like a good boy deserved \"don?t worry about anything, don?t hold back... I?m here...\" she assured him, kissing the base of his tail again.\n\nHe isn?t expecting any of this - in spite of how horny-minded he is, he rarely expects much of anything, a strange mix of libido and... and... naivete. He mumbles with pleasure as she starts to nibble down his back, then he lets out a surprised moan as she starts to jerk him off. His toes dig into the ground and he pants audibly, resting the top of his head against the wall so he can watch her hands work him. He sprays the wall with precum, whimpering lightly but excitedly as she praises him for his good work. A part of him is nervous, having set the paintgun fight in motion, but most of his brain is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he can?t really focus on it and instead he huffs out, \"Th-thank you, my q-queen.......\" His tail, drooped so as not to smack her anywhere, sways back and forth as she strokes him, his lower belly twitching and shuddering to the touch of both of her hands - what an expressive pup!\n\n\"Thank you, Allie, for being a pretty little Pup, a great friend and an amazing lover\" she said, again letting the world roll out of her mouth, she buried her face on his back fur sniffing and squished her tits on his lower back, focusing on pleasing him, letting the warm water wash over them as she strokes him at a bit faster pace, teasing his knot and cock and rubbing his tummy, kneading he fingertips in a very tender, but very needy firmness as she huffs, feeling him rise and rise towards his first climax of the evening.\n\nAllie blushes at the praise, but it?s really hard to concentrate on as she continues to stroke him off. His knot continues to slowly but surely expand, this time outside of his sheathe since she?d had the forethought to pull his skin back ahead of time. He can?t help but hump, consistent at least in that as he starts to ?mount? her hand, that thick cock of his continuing to spray her wall, \"Of c-course, My Queen, anything for you.....\" He had shuddered a surprising amount at her calling him, ?pretty,? - the dog is hardly what most would call that, even if he is ostensibly handsome; pretty is a different sort of term, after all, but he is clearly a fan of that particular compliment, if his reaction and the throbbing of his rocket are anything to go by.\n\n\"Good Pup, good boy, keep going, keep going...\" she encouraged him as she sped up her stroking, smearing pre, the soap long rinsed off along his length and squeezing his knot on each down stroke as she moaned too, kissing and nibbling on his back with little love bites, keeping her hands on him as much as she felt her pussy on fire, this was about he lover, and it was a reward for three days of pure bliss, she kept going faster and faster, trying to gauge his reactions, see if he was close, and when she felt him close she gave him the reward of choice, knowing it flustered him but also kid of into the reaction \"you wanna paint my fence, my face or my mouth, pretty Pup, those are the choices for now... pick one!!!\" she said choice dressed by command...\n\nThe young man isn?t used to being plied with choice, let alone so close to an orgasm, and as such he can?t really offer any particular response. He doesn?t even really have time to turn either direction, instead just painting her fence with his cum - there?s a lot of it, too, particularly if she grips his knot once she feels him cumming, even though if he?d had more time to make a decision he?d probably have aimed at something else. He humps and moans, unloading his taut balls on the wood as she milks him, whitewashing the inside of her shower semi-voluntarily before he finally starts to wind down. No wonder that condom had felt so full within her, given the amount of puppy batter on her wall; knowing men, they cum a lot more when inside of a partner, so the fact that he?d managed to unload this much with only a pretend-knotting he must be prolific indeed.\n\nMox chuckled at his lack of response from the flustered state of bliss, and let him cum; aiming his cock at the wall and indeed, wrapping her middle and index finger around the knot to squeeze it in stimulation, she had done her homework on her phone during time offs, and read up on puppy pleasing, so she let him ride out his orgasm around her hand and unto the wall as she kept nuzzling and chittering sweetly \"good pup, goood pup, that?s it, that it... keep cumming, good Pup...\"\n\nAlder?s orgasm lasts a surprisingly long time. Dogs, when handled properly, can cum far several minutes, although the actual orgasmic sensation does fade a bit sooner. As she handles him properly he does file it away to thank her for it later, knowing that it probably took some research (after all, he?d not told her anything himself). When he finally feels like he can, he turns around and offers her cheek a very earnest pat, \"Thank you, ma?am... That was unexpected, and very nice.\" He then tilts his chin at the shower, \"I assume you?d like me to clean you off now?\"\n\nShe lets out a giggle as he came back from his bliss and thanked her so nicely, she nuzzled his back again and slowly lets go off his dick and knot, remembering it was sensitive after a good rutting, she wouldn?t want to make him uncomfortable, so she takes a step back and leans on the wall, dripping water and smiling, and remembering something, she struck the same pose she did for the message she had sent him a couple of days ago and winked \"see, the forecast was late but accurate, Pup\" smiling seductively at him and answered his question \"mmm please do, Pup, wash me up\" she said, half a command, half that smitten girlfriend asking for pampering that helped her be such a decent mommy dom.\n\nAlder looks at her, his still-rigid cock continuing to drip ever-clearer cum as his desire for her (in multiple ways, not just sexual) is worn on his sleeve. He nods at her request, \"Of course, ma?am.\" He grabs the shampoo and kneels before her, still up straight but on his knees, and he starts to work the shampoo through her fur thoroughly, and juuuuuust firmly enough for it not to be ticklish. He seems to be rather skilled at riding that particular line. He does her front first, including her mound, then he gently taps her hip to get her to turn around. Soon, her back is equally sudsy, and he starts working on her legs, spending a taaaad more time on her feetpaws than is probably strictly necessary. He then slips his left hand up the inside of her right leg, up and up, until he?s starting to tease her slit, \"Would you like me to return the favor now, my Queen, or would you prefer me to wait until we?re in a more convenient place?\"\n\n\"Well, if you expect the promised pasta might be a good thing to wait, Allie...\" she said and pet his snout tenderly \"last time I could barely walk, let alone stay awake and I did say I?d feed my Pup!!!!!\" winking but teasing him by wiggling her hips, splashing him with the water on her hips and tush, having turned around to face him again looking at him knelt in front of her with a very satisfied grin of joy and love, sighing and stretching, she then leaned her back on the wooden fence and hugged her arms, squishing her boobs together and said \"still trying to figure out who I pleased in the cosmic balance to land me such a good boy... If I figure out I?ll let you know, perhaps they?ll take a written complaint?\" she laughed and poked her tongue at him.\n\nThe male gives her a nuzzle to her crotch nevertheless, but otherwise obeys her wishes (he can?t really help it - she?s so appetizing). He murrs and presses into her petting, his tail swinging around wildly behind him, and he nods up at her, \"Mhmm. A complaint letter about making me take so long to come say hello?\" He winks and then gets back to his feetpaws with a gentle grunt, rubbing his knees before returning to his full height. He then leans back against the wall to make sure she has time under the water to wash out her fur. Letting soap dry, no matter how high-quality, is bad for one?s fur quality, and the last thing he wants is to resign her to split ends, dry strands, or even worse mats. Heaven forbid.\n\n\"Nah, for sticking you with a fire plug smart ass dork with decent taste in cars... not too sure about boys, though...\" she said and splash his face playfully as she rinsed out the soap carefully, she knew her brand, but was appreciative of the silent gesture, humming happily and dancing to a silent song, that seemed to be rock and roll-is from the level of hip and tush shaking involved, definitely not a Waltz... \"soooo how do you like your pasta? I was torn between red, white or Pesto... so I uh... bought all three...\" she said and again, playfully she added \"also got the dino shaped Mac and cheese cause why the hell not?\"\n\nHe giggles and rolls his eyes, \"Oh yes, woe is me. I cannot believe my lack of luck. Such a shame.\" He is very clearly being the utmost of sarcastic, even the hang-dog drooping of his head added for effect obviously an affectation. He starts to massage her hips as she bounces along to an inner tune, sighing to himself as he watches her body undulate as if specifically for him - lovely. He almost misses her question, but manages to return his attention to her words in time to get the gist. He tilts his head and thinks, \"Well I.... Like all three, to be honest.\" He gives himself a moment to feel the temperature of the air, the feelings in his chest and head, his body - he finds that if he concentrates enough on ?the now? he can generally suss out a craving. He nods after a few moments, \"Pesto, I think. With parmesan, if you have any. If not, I can grab some from my place!~\"\n\n\"What. Kind. Of. Savage. Do you take me for, Allie?\" she said doing that punctuating words thing again and giggled \"of course I got parmesan, and not the bottle crap, fresh shredded from the wheel!!!\" she said and booped his nose and felt the same connection he was getting from Air, feelings and moment and her back shivered cute, from top of ears down to her long tail, a little uncontrollable reflex that made her laugh sweetly \"mmmm, yeah...\" she said cryptically and reached past over his head to shut down the water, and shivering a bit in the now cooling night air she said \"good thing I told you to get towels... shall we head inside?\"\n\nAllie hugs her to his front as he sees her shiver, his arms wrapping around her waist firmly but gently - there is a certain notion that comes with the way he lays his hands on her, the dog ever-so-gentle, but lightly possessive already. The sort of sensations he evokes, are those created by large men that will quickly become protective, gentle with their wards but fierce if they?re aggressed against. He nuzzles into her wet hair and kisses the top of her head, then diffuses any building tension by teasingly humping against her lower back twice. He lets her go after, then grabs the towels he?d hung on the wall, handing her one and starting to dry himself off as best he can, while also not tangling his mid-length fur.\n\nMolly sighed and lightly melted into hat protective embrace, the size difference, the hands holding he just right, the warmth, despite the wet Pup, the kiss on the crown, she closes her eyes and luxuriates in that moment of connection once more, then laughs and eeps exaggerated at the two little humps and says \"boys...\" with an eyeroll, but pushed back against him before taking the towel and wrapping it around her and vigorously drying off, since her fur was shorter, it was a bit faster so she ended up with a poofy looking green head of hair and a warm towel around her chest under her armpits she said \"I'll get the pasta boiling, and then hurry into my room to fix the hair, it looks stunning but it?s a little bit of a bitch to keep perfect... So...\" she shrugged and added \"the sacrifices we make to snag Pups... Really\" and opened the wooden door for the shower, stepping out into the yard, looking up and seeing the early stars and moon and saying \"perfect night...\" almost a whisper to herself that kept the threat of getting a permanent smile tattooed on her cheeks.\n\nHimself decides to be a bit of a tease and a brat, stepping out of the shower and following her to her place with the towel folded and draped around his neck, not hiding much of anything. He had picked up their clothes before wandering with her to her door, of course, not wanting to just leave them there. He looks around as they enter her place and holds out the towel in his free hand, \"Uhm... Where would you like me to put this, Mox?\" He assumes there?s a hamper or something somewhere, but he?d rather not just drop it on the floor or something.\n\nShe chuckled at his show off exhibitionism \"mmm eye candy, my favorite!!!\" she said and leads the way into the house, tossing him her wet towel and also hanging out naked for a bit she said \"well, hamper?s in the bathroom, can?t miss it unless you take a wrong turn and go to the other bathroom in the west wing, but just ask the butler if you get lost!!!\" she giggled as she headed to the kitchen to get the pasta going \"if you're not back in a week, I?ll send in the swat team...\" she said as she filled up a pot of water, and added her this-is-how-I?ve-always-made-it recipe, some squirts of olive oil, two laurel leaves, 4 peppercorns, and a bit of chicken broth with basil, letting start to boil, and fetching the pesto jar from the pantry to get it ready when the pasta boiled.\n\nThe bathroom was indeed on the hallway, halfway to her bedroom, small but practical and had enough room for the toilet, a sink, the small-to-standards shower and a washing machine-dryer combo, with a small space next to the sink for toiletries and stuff plus the cabinet behind the mirror. \"Water?s boiling, gonna dash to my room to take care of the hair, love... Make yourself comfy in the living room, got some beers in the fridge earlier, if you want one\" she said as she walked past, poking her head Three Stooges style in the doorframe.\n\nAlder pads down the hall and deposits the towels as well as, making an assumption, her clothing, before folding his own and toting it back out to the living room to make himself comfortable as offered; he can take care of his own laundry. He decides to avail himself of one of the beers after a moment of back-and-forth with himself, but instead of going back into the living room he leans on an area of the kitchen counter that seems unlikely to be in the way of her cooking, waiting patiently for her return in the meantime. He?d probably be doing some of her dishes or something, as a habit, but her sink is empty and her counters are clean, leaving him nothing to do but to sit and wait quietly.\n\nMox came out of the bedroom, still naked but with her head back into a semblance of order, slightly shiny from whatever esoteric products and treatments she put on it, the bandana, sans goggles, back around her head and juuuuust the right touch up of her black lipstick and - today - purple eyeshadow and as she turned the corner and saw him leaning on the counter, she stopped and said, leaning on the wall frame \"what, need a map to the living room?, Told you to ask the butler!!!\" playful, and kind of realizing their little dynamic she walked and put a hand on his chest, keeping him in place \"kidding... You can stay...\" and walking around the other side of the counter to check her water, just on boiling point, she tossed in the pasta, calculating by mind the portion of fusilli, and then put the other pot on the stove for the sauce, fetching a beer from the fridge and joining him on the counter lean and toasting him \"to you...\" with a smile, her hand sneaking behind him on the counter surface to land on the small of his back above his tail \"pasta?ll be ready soon... You put the clothes in the hamper?\" she asked, the tone implying she meant ALL the clothes.\n\nThe Pup looks very near to apologizing and removing himself from the kitchen, but her reassurance clears his blush and he relaxes again, even moreso once she places her hand on his fur. He nods, watching her start to cook in earnest. He takes notes as she does so, mentally anyway, and then smiles as she leans against him, clinking his bottle to hers, \"Oh please, Mox - to us.\" Frankly, he?d probably have flipped over the toast the complete 180 if he?d thought he could get away with it. He murrs and his fur stands up as she starts petting his back, and once again he almost misses her question with his mind elsewhere, but he manages to run it back through his mind after a moment and he nods, \"Yup. Put your laundry in, thought I?d take the liberty.\"\n\nShe leaned on his bicep, for comfort and due to height, and sighed, taking a zip of the beer as she waited for the pasta to be done and she said to his toast \"To us it is...\" and winked, her hand still petting him and massaging his lumbar zone and base of tail, and on a curious whim, she very blatantly leaned forward and looked down at his groin to see how he was faring after the shower handjob, then leaned back down on the counter, casual and chill, the beer holding hand crossed along her chest, supporting her boobs up and the other still petting, sliding higher on his back as she went \"mmm, thanks, Allie... but... what about yours?\" she asked and her ear twitched as she heard some boilover, she straightened, set her beer on the counter next to him and said \"oooh draining time... the pasta, you dork!\" giving him a stern wide eyed, but quite playful, warning look, this time realizing the double entendre possibility of her own words and got a colander into the sink and drained the pasta, then emptied the pesto bottle into the pot and got it warm, added the pasta and stirred \"let?s give it a minute or two and it?s ready!\" she said and sighed \"someday I?ll make pesto from scratch, I?ve made red sauce, but never this...\" and smiled \"mind getting the plates from that pantry over there and setting up the table, Pup?\"\n\nHe slowly but surely melts under her pettings, noticing her glance but not minding it. He?s around a quarter-hard now, responding to her touch probably, and he seems likely to be ready to go again at a moments? notice, yet another benefit of dogs. He holds her close to him with a big, warm hand on the left side of her ribcage, as she leans against his own left side. He rolls his eyes playfully at her ?realization? of her slip, nodding, \"I figured, ma?am - don?t worry, I?m not quite that incorrigible. Normally.\" \n\nAt her next ?order,? he nods and pads over to the pantry, getting the plates and then finding silverware, napkins, the lot from the rest of her kitchen before wandering to the table with his spoils, setting it and even making cute little ?crowns? with the napkins he?d found. He returns after, eager to be of service, \"Anything else I can do to help, my Queen?\"\n\nAs she stirs the pasta one last time and fetches the fresh shredder parm from the fridge, she says \"Well, you can answer my question about your clothes... Don?t think I didn?t notice your clever ruse at evasion!!!\" she says as she takes the pot in her hand, covers it with the parm plate and heads to the table; a wooden cutting board on it already just for hot pots and she stops, looking at the crowns and blushing hard, ears pinned on her head and burning red, and even her nose burns, making it twitch in a comical gesture, her tail swishing in surprise and joy \"You. Are. The. CUTEST. Dork. Ever!!!\" she says and shakes her head, setting the pot on the table and turning, almost tackling him as she hugs him and buries her head on his chest, giggling and for want of what to do with her blush, she hammers her hand on his chest, not hard or anything but a few soft, repeated thuds, looking up with a cute little bashful smile and gleamy eyes, no tears but shiny.\n\nAllie chuckles and shrugs, finally responding, \"I can deal with my own laundry, Mox, don?t worry. It?s really not a big deal.\" He then blinks as she reacts so strongly to his dweeby little paper crowns, holding his arms up a bit stunned as she nearly runs him over to ply him with a hug. He does manage to lower his arms to hug her after a moment, but he has to take a moment before responding to make sure whatever he says doesn?t come across too dismissive or condescending by accident, \"Heh. I?ve worked in several kitchens and a hotel, folding the napkins is kind of a habit.\" Then it strikes him that she might be thus struck because of her self-assigned honorific, ?Queen,? and he smiles at her before placing the crown he?d made for her place on her head, \"My liege.\"\n\nMox smiles and kisses his chest, with the napkin crown on her head and nothing else save for the bandana and lets go sighing \"Mmm, you told me a bit about that, but this? The napkin folding? It?s just so elegant!\" she says, the last word with a mock French tone and she walks, careful not to lose her crown, to her chair, pulling it for herself and sitting, indicating his spot across from her, she had noticed during dinner in his place he sat side to side, but she had always been an across-from-date seater for talking \"A very cute gesture, not used to getting such attentions and the crown is perfect, Pup.\" she considers insisting on the laundry but decides to drop it \"let?s eat, handsome...\" she says, taking his plate and spooning a nice offering of the pasta, and then spooning parm on it she says \"Say when!\"\n\nAlder nods, grinning to himself a bit - he?d honestly sort of done this out of habit more than anything, but he?s very glad that it?s been received so enthusiastically. He watches her sit, belatedly berating himself for not having pulled out her chair, then he takes his own with a comfortable sigh. He lets his feetpaws rest against hers lightly as she starts to serve him, nodding, \"I?m excited - haven?t eaten since breakfast.\" He?d gotten a bit occupied with work (and sleep) and hadn?t managed to eat lunch. He?s used to this, of course, but even so it?s nice to be getting a meal. He considers doing the typical, cheeky, saying nothing at all game with the parmesan, but decides that it?s too fresh and nice for that and waits for a pleasant, even ?snowfall? over the pasta before nodding, \"Heh. ?When.?\"\n\nShe hooks her foot with his, playing footsy under the table as she serves and dresses his plate, not making any mention of the chair, either and sets the plate in front of him \"weren?t you the one worrying I don?t eat or sleep when working?\" she asked with a huffed face and half lidded eyes, cheeks puffed up a bit as she began fixing her own plate and let out a cute tutting sound and huff shaking her head at him, sole of her foot caressing his calf and top of his foot and she said \"So help me, if I have to bring sandwiches over and set them on your desk while you work, I. will. do. it.\" she said and poked her tongue at him again at his so-perceived hypocrisy \"well, you gonna take a picture for your socials, or you gonna dig in? don?t let it get cold!\" she said and looked for her beer to toast him again, only to look a bit dismayed at the fact she left it on the counter \"could you pass me my beer, love?\" she said, clearly a favor and not a command, also getting herself adjusted to which and how the dom-sub dynamic worked.\n\nHe looks surprisingly excited even at the gentle, pleasant contact of her toes and soles on his lower leg - he has, it seems, a bit of a fixation. He?s quiet about it, hasn?t really said anything, but given their previous interactions and his own reactions to them, it?s becoming increasingly obvious. At her prodding he takes a bite, just having not wanted to preclude her own first bite since she?d made it (even though he?d also let her have the first bite when he?d made her that curry - hypocrisy shows up in many ways here). He shrugs and chuckles, \"I used to eat a lot as a teenager, but honestly I don?t eat as much these days. I just am better at gauging when I?m actually hungry.\" He pats his belly, which has that jiggle to it, \"Clearly I?m doing okay.\" He looks over at the counter and nods, not even hesitating for a moment before standing and padding over to retrieve her beer, returning to her side of the table to place it before her, before he himself returns to his seat. He takes another bite of noodles and grins, \"This is really good - it?s strange, I didn?t use to like pesto when I was a kid, but later in my life I?ve become an almost unhealthy fan of it. I try to take it easy ?cuz there?s so much oil in it, but goodness is it tasty....\"\n\n\"I know!!!! It?s just that basil and pine nuts taste!!!\" she said, smiling and nodding thanks as she takes the beer and clinks it to the neck of his bottle before taking a sip \"Fiiiine, I?ll make it Pesto sammiches, as long as you eat.... And your gut is cute, good pillow too!\" she said as she ate, the taste of the pasta making her ears twitch happily as she keeps teasing his calves with her feet, and as bit of tabletop conversation she asks \"So, if you don?t mind me asking, and feel free to tell me so... How did you realize you were a sub, like did you always know? Stumbled into it?\" she asked rally interested and even leaning forward towards him and her tail swishing behind her in curiosity...\n\nHe once more seems smitten as she continues to tease his legs with her toes, still not commenting on it but very clearly enjoying it as he takes a few more bites of the delectable pasta. Her teasing mention of making him lunch makes him roll his eyes, though he does blush at the compliment of his belly - he?s gotten more okay with it as time has went on, but admittedly it used to be a source of consternation. At least he?s found someone that appreciates it. He tilts his head at her more intimate question, considering turning it down but deciding that if he?s going to be with her she might as well know. He nods to himself and turns his eyes to her, turning a bit more serious, \"Well.... Alright. I?ve been with a decent few people in my past. When I was younger, up til... I dunno, age 20? I was dominant, more or less. That is to say, I was big, I was male, and society expected me to be dominant, so I played the part.\" He takes another bite, pondering, then continues, \"My third relationship uh... Well, it ended in a real shambles. It was.... Not good. I wasn?t well, after it. I found a website for people to play out their fantasies in writing, and I used a persona to start doing so. Initially, I played the same old character I always had, a dominant one, albeit one that was.... Poised? Perfected? Stereotyped? To be such a person. Exactly the sort of tried-and-true, white-bread boring smut character with a penchant for dominance. Christian Grey, though without the toxicity for the most part. On a whim, I eventually decided to make a different character. He was hulking, strong, intimidating.... And tragically submissive. He was sorta the opposite of the first guy, but equally underdeveloped ideologically. Still, when it got to the more raunchy scenes.... I really took to them. So I started questioning myself. And, after a while, I finally came to the conclusion that while society might see me one way - a leader-type, for lack of better phrasing - I wasn?t, in the end. I?m too empathetic and too interested in pleasing for that end of things. I don?t like telling my partner what they should do. One of the reasons my third relationship went so poorly is that I leaned too far into the dominant and ended up doing things I very much regretted, and it turned me into a person on the day-to-day that I didn?t respect, and neither did she. So I play into that expectation as I must in my professional life, but that just makes it all the more uh.... Releasing? When I can finally shed that in my ?home? life.\" He takes another bite, mulling over it and failing to make eye contact, realizing he?d went on a bit of a rant by accident.\n\nShe continued eating, keeping an interested look at his face as he reacted to his question, and when he began speaking, she focused on him, eyes locked with his, peach on green, and as he regaled her with his story, she nodded, not noticing her hand froze mid trip from plate to mouth, so also gasping a little, and found it fascinating, specially since he managed to find his own skin and not conform to whatever anyone else expected of him, she had heard of canines having certain expectations from their packs and families, but she wasn?t too aware of it, just that it was perhaps stronger, logically, in wolves, but to hear something like that first hand, from someone who managed to carve his own path out of it, touched the marten in a very deep way.\n\nWhen he finished and looked away, she reached out, putting the fork down uneaten, and tilted his muzzle to her again, looking at him and nodding understanding and she said \"I am so happy and proud for you for realizing that, knowing who you are and reaching for it... I was fortunate, my folks raised me in their shop, so the path was more or less set from the get go, and I loved it, took a knack for it, too, but they always said if I wanted to do anything else it was ok... But there was never a doubt, and well, I did hear a lot about \"ohhh, you have to be girly, oh you have to be feminine, no place for small girls in a shop floor\", never at my parents?, mind you, but I did... I just kept becoming me... For good or bad, I?m me... And I promise you, Pup, I?ll try to be the best me I can for you, and I?ll learn to dom you right, as long as you keep being the amazing ?you? I?ve met this past few days, I?ll try to be the best ?me? I can... And the best Queen... For my Pup\" she said holding his muzzle steady and petting the side and nose bridge.\n\nHe lifts his eyes as she lifts his chin, though there?s a hint of reluctance - not to the touch, of course, that he leans into emphatically, but he is just a bit embarrassed and hoping that he didn?t just unload too much too quickly. He seems to relax slowly as she speaks, helped by her touch, and he looks into her eyes with a shy but earnest smile of his own. Eventually he blinks in acknowledgement and then gently removes his face from her hand so he can take another bite of pasta while he formulates a response, \"Well.... I?m not necessarily positive that our experiences correlate, but they do seem to hold a poetic parallel. So.... Put it this way. If our relationship were a business, and you knew how best it should be run, telling me what it is that needs doing would facilitate that much better than leaving me guessing. That?s not to say you?ve been doing that, of course, far from it, but if you ever need guidance in what to do, that?s a good base point to start from.\" He winks at her and takes a swig of his beer, trying to wash down the taste of his own nervousness with moderate success.\n\n\"Absolutely, love, not doing the whole my story is bigger than yours thing... Just... Again... Me... But that whole sentiment of being just me, finding my own way and keeping to it has also defined my sexuality, as you have seen and heard, I?m a bit of a tomboy\" she said and put a hand on her own cheek and opened her mouth and eyes \"I know, shocker!!!\" and carried on \"Most of my life I grew up with boys around, mostly men only, then in school I also met girls, and well, in college.. both began appealing, both made sense... and a girl swept me off my feet for a few months, so I just grew to think \"if I find it hot, I?ll hit it...\" so funsies... but I?ll try, I know a thing or two about running a business, and yes, asking is key in that too...\" she said, as dinner wrapped up, so she got up took the plates and walked heading to the kitchen to set them in the sink, stopping a moment to lean in, nibble his ear and whisper into it \"Also... Parking space seems to be a non issue...\" she said, tapping her chest, rounding back to their bedtime talk their first night together and wiggled her way to the kitchen hips swaying.\n\nShe took the dishes and set them into the sink, starting to wash them, and looking at him over her shoulder, considering they were both still stark naked she said \"Pup, I NEED you on your knees behind me... now\" she said winking as she began to focus on the dish washing but biting her lip at the sheer desire and anticipation this dog caused in her.\n\nHe nods along, feeling the need to reassure her, \"I didn?t think you were trying to one-up me, don?t worry.\" He giggles at her playful acknowledgement of her own tomboyishness and he winks, \"Well, would you believe I?ve been attracted to tomboys since..... Forever, honestly? First girl I ever asked out was a wrestling star on my team. Beat the hell out of most every boy she ever went up against. Suppose I should have seen the signs....\" He looks distant for a moment, \"Heh, but it turned out she was a lesbian, alas.\" He shudders as she wanders around to nibble on his ear, nodding at her allusion to his initial metaphor, \"I?m glad to hear it.\"\n\nHe seems like he?ll probably just sit and wait for her to be done with dishes, able to see that there?s not really enough space there for him to ?help? without being in the way, but then she solicits his attention and he swallows, \"Ah, yes?m.\" He pads over and rubs his knees for a second before doing as she asks and kneeling, his knees on either side of her own feetpaws as he remains close - she could probably even use him as a stool at this point if the mood struck her.\n\nHer knees parted slightly, keeping her ability to wash, since the kitchen had been built with mid-size people in mind, and he got a nice view and whiff of her meaty labia, clean but fragrant, and slightly shiny with wetness already, and she said \"you offered to serve me, Pup, so.. serve...\" she said, and a bit of a tease, when she felt him lean in and reach for her pussy, she said with a sexy huff over her shoulder again \"other ?door?, Pup\" and winked, shivering a little as desire began faring her up again.\n\nAllie gazes at that view almost longingly, as if he?d not seen it for ages even if, at worst, it had been a few days (seeing it from this angle is far different than seeing it from standing, after all). He does indeed lean forward to start servicing her slit at her order, but he immediately fixes his course as she requests. He slips his knees further forward so he can fix his posture, then starts to service the aforementioned ?other door? with his broad, warm tongue, more or less gently working on a French kiss with it as she washes the dishes. He rests his own hands on the front of her hip bones to aid her stability thoughtfully as he does so, not wanting her to lose her footing if she happens to be particularly sensitive back here.\n\nThe marten lets out a girly \"OOOOH!\" at her obedient Pup?s wet, warm tongue reaching past her cheeks, and laughs, trying to keep at the task at hand, planting her feet firmly on the floor in front of his knees, and wiggling her tush into his hands, sensitive indeed and pushing back against it, \"you can grab my ass and really get in there, Pup, remember, big tomboy.. can take it!!\" she said and bit her lip a chittering noise escaping her lips at a particularly well placed lap form the canine's tongue.\n\nAlder nods against her cheeks as she assures him he can get even more into it, moving his hands to the sides of her hips rather than the fronts and using his thumbs to pull her cheeks apart, getting more into it. Soon, she finds the naughty dog?s tongue starting to slip into her pucker between licks, his kisses and nibbles growing instinctively more intense as he feels her relaxing for him. He isn?t necessarily someone that?s spent much time learning about eating ass, but he?s plying his other skills to this task with pretty decent success for her.\n\n\"OHHHH, YEAH\" she said, loud again as her need and desire grew, she even had to take a moment to focus, eyes glazing over, as she set down the plate she was soaping up, luckily not rinsing, so no water spent, and held onto the sink?s edge, shivers and chirrups escaping her, she moved one of her feet to push against his thigh with the black soft paw, caressing up and down and loving every second of his rimming, as her puckered little tail star winked in welcome of the wet appendage, if he had noticed the tan fur on her belly and breasts ran down all the way to her groin, he would now discover that it actually covered all the way down her taint and pucker and made a rather cute heart shape on the inner half of her rump, at least from his privileged perspective \"GOOOD PUP, GOOD BOY, MY PRETTY LITTLE ALLIE, KEEP IT UP, ALMOST DONE HERE...\" she enthused and said firmly \"you can stroke yourself, but don?t cum yet, Pup, we?re just getting started\"\n\nThe man murrs as she so vocally expresses her approval, continuing to ply as much attention as he can for her (though it does decrease slightly as one of her feetpaws starts to caress his thigh - that makes his attention fracture and his body start to flex lightly as though he?s holding back some atavistic, involuntary humps). He continues to help hold her steady, though frankly if she needed it she could probably literally sit on his face and he could hold her; he is quite the strong dog and could probably pretty adeptly hold her that way too. He whimpers lightly at the praise, his tail thumping against the floor, and he does reach down to start coaxing his rocket from its sheath fully for her, so that if she looks down between her knees she?ll be able to see it, and his hand stroking it too; naughty, naughty.\n\n\"Mmmm yes.... good boy... show your Queen how eager you are, you naughty little Pup...\" she said and pushed back to desperately get her hole against, around and impaled on his tongue \"a good Pup knows his place... on his knees behind her Queen\" she said, lewdly on a dommy whim as she resumed rinsing and setting the last dishes unto the plate rack besides her, and now just holding on for dear life to the sink as she luxuriated on her Pup?s tongue.\n\nThe Pup does indeed know his place, his tongue finally truly working its way into her - this is more or less new territory for him, but he?s finding her reactions very much enjoyable enough to not question it. He moans against her ass quietly as she talks to him, his right hand moving to her lower belly as his left continues to work his cock. He can?t reply verbally, but the sprays of precum on her kitchen floor do wonders to expound on his own thoughts.\n\nShe leans forward and away from the sink, giving him better access to her tummy and now hanging tits and also pressing herself harder against his tongue, loud moans and huffs echoing in the small trailer, as she enjoys her Pup thoroughly, watching him jerk off and mess her floor up, she notices his knees, how he rubbed them and winced every time he knelt up or down so she said \"Pup... take me to bed, the mattress is softer and we can be comfier....\"\n\nHe grins to himself as she moans for him, ever-entranced by the pleasure of his partner. As she invites him to her bed instead he nods, pulling away with a quiet grunt of pleasure before rocking back and standing up with an audible pop - he doesn?t complain, but that sounded like it may have hurt. He picks her up like he had earlier, without so much as a groan of effort, and walks her towards her bedroom.\n\nShe winces at the knee crack and giggles as he hoists her up, putting her arms around his neck and nuzzling against his cheek, her tush warm to the touch on the hand he places nearby and she playfully kicks her feet out, swinging them as he goes to the bedroom \"you ok, Pup, that sounded not too cool, do we need to check the chassis?\" she asked in a sweet tone, and when they entered the bedroom, a small space but that screamed her, clothes in the closet or strewn around the place, some books, comic books and a laptop on a small table and a decently sized bed, not as huge as his, of course but spacious enough, she kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear after taking a nibble on it \"I wouldn?t be opposed to being thrown into bed by my big, strong savage Pup...\" and laughed, wiggling her tush in his grasp.\n\nHe tossed her onto the bed, per her wishes, and he smiles at her concern afterwards and pats his knees, \"I have hypermobility, among other issues. I?m strong, but my joints aren?t very good. I like kneeling on soft things, but hard things should probably be kept to a minimum in general. Soft things even probably aren?t wise for extended times, either, but they?re a lot easier.\" The more you know! He doesn?t seem in the slightest resentful that she?d had him kneel behind her like that; she?d not known, and he?d voluntarily obeyed, so any adverse effects are his fault. He leans over the bed and kisses her nose, staying standing for now while he waits to learn her newest desires.\n\nMX landed on the bed on her back, giggling and kicking up and shaking her legs, hair bouncing along with tits, and she lay there, looking up at him, chittering at the nose kiss, leaning on her elbows, she scanned him up and down, focusing on the sexy places, and boy were there many, biting her lip and winking, blatantly staring at his dick she said, in mock prayer \"lord thank you for this bounty I?m about to partake in!!!\" and then pat the bed next to him \"Come, Pup... not as big as yours but we can still both fit in these ol? bed...\" she said sultry and moved her hands over her breasts and stomach seductively \"beside I got a feeling you?re already quite built up and I don?t wanna lose an eye!!!\" she chuckled.\n\nThe Pup blushes as she shamelessly ogles him, his half-hard dick growing harder under her gaze - even if he is a touch shy and bashful, it seems that he also is enough of an exhibitionist to get off on being looked at so lewdly. Perhaps he?s aroused slightly by the embarrassment? Difficult to say, more to unpack later. He looks at the bed as she pats it and rolls his eyes playfully, crawling on beside her and laying on his side, propping his head up by resting his cheek on his palm, \"You already got me off once, I don?t think you?re in too much danger of ocular dispossession.\" He does seem to enjoy her show, though, nibbling on his lower lip as she pets herself; sexy~\n\n\"Darling, you?re carrying ordinance down there...\" she said and rolled onto her side as well nuzzling nose to nose and reaching down, she slid a hand down his chest tracing his abs under the fur and licked his lips just as her hand began teasing the length and tip in a circular motion, then wrapped around, gauging how hard he was by cupping the knot in her palm and coating him nice and well with the pre she collected \"and your tongue got me so worked up, I might confess I?m the one who can?t wait...\" she chuckled and pushed him by the shoulder with her other hand, again, relishing the idea of the smaller girl pushing and controlling her Pup a bit too much and she leaned to lay her torso over his, squishing the warm soft boobs, nipples hard little bumps in their inverted folds, and she kept stroking him as she used her other hand upstairs to tickle his chin and nose bridge \"Is my pretty little Puppy pent up? did he enjoy licking his Queen?s butt?\" she said and moved up a bit, size difference meaning she had to let go of his rocket for a second to whisper in his ear, sultry and soft \"whimper for me, Pup!\" as she trailed kissed down his crown, forehead, between his eyes, nose, a long, deeper kiss on his lips, and as she began trailing down his neck, collarbone and torso, when she was about to pass the navel frontier, she instead kissed his belly button and straddled his hips, hands on his chest and looking down at him as she began rubbing her sex and butt hole along his length, burning hot, undulating her hips and chirruping \"mmmm nice, hard Puppy cock, good, pretty Boy!!!!\"\n\nAllie smiles as she rolls toward him, then his body starts to shiver as she slides her hand down his front - she?s incorrigible, and he loves it. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, soaking in the sensation of her hand caressing his length again and offering a small chuckle, \"Well I?m glad you?re so eager, my Queen. I?m always happy to be of - ah!~.... - of service.\" He lets out a cute little surprised noise as she pushes him onto his back, as always surprisingly easy to manhandle given their size difference. He starts petting her back with his fingers to ground himself as she teases two of his more sensitive spots at the same time, his beard and his cock. He blushes at being called pretty, nuzzling her hand enthusiastically and then whimpering almost instantly as she orders him too, as if he?d anticipated her desires. Actually, it was sort of a mix between his dick being let go and the feminine compliment that got the noise to escape his throat, but he?d happily take credit anyway. Her question solicits a nod, but before he can offer any verbal response he melts into the luxurious line of kisses running down his face and body, tail thumping in anticipation as he opens his eyes to watch - by the time she reaches his belly button he?s pretty much fully erect again, the very slightest hint of swelling within his sheath showing where the knot she?d been looking for is. He starts to pant needily as she straddles him, the heat of her crotch tugging at his instincts and bringing out that humping habit of his, \"Th-thank you, ma?am....!~\"\n\nShe pet his tummy and navel with both hands grinding against his hard on sandwiching it between his groin and her soaked nethers, the back with Pup spit, the front, well... all natural marten juice, and she huffed and bit her lip, tossing her head and hair back as she planted her hands for support on his thighs and wiggled, rubbed and rocked back and forth, her torso straight and pressing her tits forward, and she winked at her lovely boyfriend with a little mischief in her eyes as she slid one hand down between them pushing back on his sheath as she grabbed him and lifted him up guiding him \"look, Pup, don?t look away... for my next trick!!!\" she said and instead of aligning his manhood with her sex, she pushed it slightly back further, bringing that taper of a tip against her puckered tail star, teasing the tip with the pink ring and letting some more pre shoot against it in preparation, lifted herself halfway up and to the side on one leg to give him a good view and began inching down onto his dick, breaching the tight pucker \"Hufff....ah.... d... don?t try this at home... we?re all pro...fessionals here\" she said and giggled as she took at least the first two inches of him into her back door \"holy... that feels good!!!\" she whispered and kept petting his tummy with both hands now he was secured, sliding down inch by inch.\n\nAlder?s eyes clearly lose focus with the pleasure as her nectar (and admittedly no small amount of his own saliva) slicks over his cock as she glides back and forth along him. He rests his hands lightly, instinctively, on her thighs as she works him, trying his best to re-align his vision as she tells him to look at her for some sort of ?trick?. He lets out a little moan as she grabs his rocket, indeed releasing several viscous sprays of precum for her as she aligns her pucker with his tip. One of the selection of benefits to his shape, is that it?s quite easy to aim that prodigious liquid when desired, even into a small space like her pucker. Similarly, the spade-shaped taper of his tip means that as she starts to sink onto him (bare skin, this time; bliss~), her body will likely have an easier time accepting him than it might if he were, say, a stallion with a more flat head. He huffs and almost leans his head back, but remembers her order and forces his neck to hold fast, though he can?t help but to chuckle breathily at her joking. He smiles proudly as she seems almost surprised at how good he feels, the thick, curved shaft likely pressing firmly against the furthest-back reaches of her clitoral structure, \"G-good!~\" His belly twitches and flexes under her hands, both from her petting and from the pleasure as she sinks onto him inch by prolific inch (or prolific for a dog, anyway).\n\nShe bit her lip and actually had to stop halfway down, still holding him with her hand down between his legs, as she adjusted to that invasive girth breaching her rear entrance, moaning as it throbbed and painted her insides with that amazingly practical shape and flow of pre, she squeezed the part still outside to keep him stimulated as her eyes grew wide and her nostrils flared, taking short, hot breaths and looking down at him with a blush, she said softly \"H... had never... uh... y?know... done it... there? but Pup is so pretty to resist!\" she confessed as she took a minute or two to let her body adjust to the new experience \"does Puppy feel good?\"\n\nHe huffs as she gives him a squeeze, but he manages to stop himself from thrusting even though his hips flex for the motion; she seems to need a moment, and he?s not a selfish lover. He headtilts as she stammers that this is her first time and then he looks off to the side with another blush. She must have been curious for a while about this, he can?t be the only reason; this isn?t a spur-of-the-moment thing to do, generally. He swallows and gives her a wan grin, \"Heh uhm.... Would you believe, first time for me too?\" Whether she does or not, it is - he may not be huge but he has enough girth about him that all of his previous partners had just... Never let him, not that he asked particularly often anyway. Was he curious? Sure. Was it a necessity? Not at all. He groans as another inch slips into her, his precum lathering with his slobber to lube her passage up quite smoothly, \"Y-yes, my Queen - different, but quite nice!~\"\n\n\"Oooh a night of firsts for the two of us!!! yay?\" she said as she began getting the hang of it... and actually, dorky cute, offered him a high five as she snorted, took a deep breath and began sliding down as she felt herself slightly better lubed up taking in a couple more inches, and as she kept going, she made sure to hold the part where the knot would swell out, finally stopping with just that part out of her and gasping, a shiver making her breasts jiggle, and she looked down at him \"my Puppy?s so pretty when he blushes!!!\" she said and began sliding back up to acclimate to the motion hand on his navel and thigh for support and more belly petting \"hold on to your Queen?s thighs, Pup, I?m gonna ride you raw tonight, Cowboy!!!\"\n\nAllie looks up at her hand and giggles, but doesn?t leave her hanging, smacking her palm with a satisfying pop. He had done literally the same thing when his first-ever girlfriend had agreed to date him, embarrassingly enough. He shudders as she slides her way all the way down to the budding bulge of his knot, taking in a shaky breath and only blushing deeper at the compliment, inner ears reddened and nose almost purple. He does as asked, reaching out with those big soft hands and wrapping them around her thighs with his thumbs tucked neatly in the crease, readying himself for what sounds like a rather raucous evening.\n\nShe wiggles her hips in Allie?s hands playful but actually stops a second, eyes wide as she forgot for a second she was basically impaled on doggy dick in an entirely new location, so she froze and gulped \"oh.. Right... Uh... Yes, one moment... A ride of a lifetime coming right up!\" she said, sheepish and, in her defense, did actually start to hump up and down, each thrust making her slicker and more comfortable on the bounce, as she steadied herself and began picking up speed, chirruping and ears twitching eyes wide and locked into his gaze, licking her lips as she kept his knot in check and pet his belly, and liking he earlier reaction and since the higher ground allowed it, she reached up and began tickling his beard again, curling it on her fingers and pulling not too hard as she began gaining confidence, her hips sped up \"OOOOOOH, big boy, good Puppy, goood boy!!!\" she praised him and got into a steady eager rhythm, huffing and moaning as her own desire grew past the first shock, and enjoyment increased, if the smearing of his groin and navel form her sex were indicators.\n\nAlder grunts as she wiggles her ass, his cock slipping around haphazardly within her and causing his toes to curl with the sensation. He winks at her self-realization, not wanting her to feel like she?s actually garnering any ire from him over taking her time, \"N-no worries, Queen, I know it p-probably takes adjustment.\" As she starts to ride him he moans lightly, pressing his head into the pillow. He doesn?t strictly need her to keep his knot in check for him, but at the same time it feels quite good so he?s not liable to complain. As she starts to fondle his beard his tail thumps against the bed, his chin pressing instinctively into her palm as his knot slowly but surely swells in her other; quite the pair of handholds she?s found. More and more of his pre continues to paint her walls, the lesser amount of lubrication from within her own body (though not, to be fair, none at all) at least aided by his own generous body. He smiles at her moans and whimpers excitedly at the praise, bending his knees so that his feetpaws are against the bed, helping him to rotate his hips up and give her even better purchase on his rod - what a considerate pet!~\n\nThe angle change does wonders for her, and she smiles down, gasping as she wiggles a second time this time already adjusted, so it results In a hot jostle of his rod in her as she begins gathering speed, the earlier shower fooling around, the naked dinner, the kitchen rimming, and of course the amazing day spent working and having fun on his dream project had her really built up and needy for the pleasure they mutually brought, she kept teasing his chin, yanking his beard and scritching under it ass he gave the knot a welcoming squeeze of her hand, and as she had read up and demonstrated in the shower, she wrapped her middle and ring fingers around it and squeezed as she pistoned her hips into his, slamming him home into her guts with each slam, the bed creaking and squeezing a little under them \"FUUUUUUCK, PUPPY, I N....EEDED THIS, I NEEDED YOU.... GOOOD BOY, GOOOD BOY, OH.... ALLLIE.... FU.... PUP...IT?S SO DARN GOOD\" she began stammering, and as it had been made apparent in their first session together, the increase on volume could only mean one thing, one thing in two perspectives, 1) he was a very, VERY good Pup, and 2) she was a very happy Queen on the way to a world shattering climax.\n\nHe?s a bit surprised that she?s managing to pull on his beard, though it?s rather lovely actually - the hairs are fairly short, but she seems to be managing, and it?s very clear indeed that the canine enjoys being manipulated - there are several ways in which that has already been seen, and several more yet to be discovered by this particular fiend, using his cock like a toy much to his own pleasure. Being a toy is, after all, among his favorite things. He gasps as she fake-ties him, his cock throbbing between her fingers as they wrap around the slender root behind the bulb, even more precum starting to line her insides as he seems to suddenly ramp up closer to his own orgasm. She is likely to hit hers first at this rate, but it seems pretty likely that he?s close behind, and her poor blankets are feeling the wrath of his curled toeclaws because of it, \"T-take it my Queen, it?s yours!~\"\n\nShe moves her hand from his beard for a second to his cheek, patting it and rubbing it as praise for the right words, telling her to take it, then curls her fingers around his facial hair and focuses on scratching the chin beneath as she huffs and moans, the loud chittering growing as her thrusts become less coordinated, more erratic and her abdomen visibly pulls taut on itself \"GODS, PUPPY.... IT?S SO GOOOD, SUCH A GOOD BOY MY PRETTY LITTLE PUP, OHHHHH....OHHH YESSSSS!!!!\" she screams, a last deep thrust that even threatens to knot herself as she goes wide eyed and cums, squirting hard along his groin and down to his knot and balls, riding it out \"OH, OH... PUP, OHHHHH,AAAHHHHHHH\" is all she manages to get out as she finally relaxes, and collapses onto his stomach, squishing him with breasts again and looking up at him, her chin on the back of her own hand and pants \"goood.... puppy....\"\n\nShe slowly, gingerly, as if getting her legs below her slides him out, letting him slap against her messy sex and butt and sliding up to kiss him, deep and hot and needy, she rubs noses with him as she rolls off him to the side and she says \"do something for me Pup... Sit....\" she says, using the basic canine command as request for him to scoot over onto his butt with a wicked idea in her mind.\n\nAllie watches her cum with an expression of a man starved for that vision; it hasn?t even been that long since he?d made her cum before, but he?d apparently already been craving it again. As her belly grows taut, her face somehow both slack and tense with the pleasure, he reaches down and nefariously circles her clit with his thumbpad to prolong and intensify her climax. He doesn?t actually quite cum himself (though her walls threaten to milk it out of him belatedly), but he doesn?t really mind, and as she slides off of him he gives her a little hug and a smooch on her scalp. He seems a little disappointed as she rolls off of him, a big fan of aftercare cuddling, but then another order comes down the wire. He nods, grunting, then sits himself up, \"Cross-legged, or....?\" Either way, he props himself up with his palms on the mattress, his cock laid out before him and leaking an amount that would give a plumber a coronary.\n\nShe nods approvingly as he sits, and reaching behind him, she teases a finger up his spine from the base of his tail until her entire hand is resting on the back of his head, rubbing and digging her fingers into his mohawk, and with a soft, sexy wink and voice she says \"come here, Pup\" and guiding his head down she again manages to ply him into motion, lying him on his side and guiding his head forward, towards that plumber?s catastrophe between his legs until his nose can pick up the probably familiar scent of his pre, and closer, lifting his hips with her other hand and petting him, licking her lips at the sight, once she manages to work his flexible body into nose-meet-taper she leans down and keeping her face inches from his, she whispers another command \"lick, Pup...\"\n\nHe shivers and his back goes rail-straight as her finger slips up his spine, his fur all standing on-end as she does so. He even lets out a surprised little, ?oh,? of a moan. He immediately starts to relax as her fingers start to comb through his medium-length hair, his back starting to curve forward even before she starts to help him. Initially he?s a bit confused, but he goes with it, a bit more slowly than he does most of the time simply because it?s easier to roll him over than to fold him in on himself, but as she starts lifting his legs he gets the idea. He clears his throat quietly, then scoots down toward the foot of the bed before he rolls back, letting her help him to rotate his hips up and over his face. He actually used to do this quite a bit as a teen, not that he ever actually got anywhere with it, but it?s been a while so her help is appreciated. He sprays his face with pre and blinks, then lets his muzzle part enough to let that long, broad tongue of his slip out to curl around his glans; luckily he?s never minded how he tastes, so as the precum starts to coat his tongue he just takes it in stride.\n\n\"Good, Pup, that looks so hot!!\" she says and pets his ears and hair, keeping him in place as he wraps on himself, huffing as she still recoils from her own after glow, she helps him by holding his dick steady with her hand, and teases the top of the knot with the promise of another fake knotting watching in lewd delight as he services himself \"such a pretty Puppy obeying his Queen like a good boy, Allie, Good doggie\" she praises and leans down, bringing he head level with his and nuzzling him she licks whatever part of his sticky cock he doesn?t fit in his mouth and licks his lips and nose \"see why your Queen is absolutely fucking crazy about your dick, my Pup?\"\n\nThe male starts to slowly relax into the position, and even though it?s admittedly not very comfortable the fact that he?s able to pleasure himself does in fact add an aura of enjoyment. He moans quietly as she starts to help him, adding to the pleasure as he manages to take the first couple of inches into his own muzzle. He starts to bob his head curiously, having not done this in.... Over a decade probably? He has since picked up a bit more skill and nuance, even if he?s not actually had any other cocks in his muzzle, so soon his mouth is veritably lined with his pre. He isn?t entirely sure he could get himself much further than this on his own, but with her help he might just manage something he never has before...\n\nMox approached the remaining dick with her own mouth and kept pleasuring his nose and lips as she pet his head and lower back, actually wrapping her lips sideways on the length as she kept caressing and teasing the swollen knot, helping him double service himself and moaning as she let him adjust and the back of the head petting turned into slightly more shove to see if he could take a bit more, if not, she?d take care of the rest, the sight just enough to drive her wild with lust even after her massive climax a few seconds earlier.\n\nHe grunts as she starts to bend him further, taking a moment to focus on releasing his muscles and then once more relaxing into it. It?s a bit harder to breathe than he remembered, but then again back then he also wasn?t into breath play. At his very limits he manages five inches or so of his cock, interestingly devoid of a gag reflex, so soon enough he?s slurping his own rocket as if he does this all the time. As she squeezes his knot just so it starts to throb in her palm again, his balls beginning to tighten up just slightly; he?s not on the verge quite yet, but he?s definitely approaching it.\n\nShe takes the rest of the dick in her mouth and sucks on it licking it from the side and spiraling and flicking her tongue as much and as best as she can, so intimate, lewd and hot her breath warming over the wet parts ass he begins wrapping her fingers around his knot in earnest a moan and chitter eliciting further breath waves \"mmmm, good boy!!!\"\n\nAlder?s toes curl cutely as his balls tighten close to his knot, the throbbing increasing as she gives him a good ?tying? and praises him so kindly. He starts to actually hump, insomuch as he can, and after all the buildup of his first anal he manages to release with a groan. From here she can see the cum pulsing through his shaft, rope after rope shooting directly into his own muzzle; lewd. He huffs and shudders, moans and shivers, and then he finally pulls back and flops out flat with his legs off the end of the bed before he blacks out from lack of oxygen. He then looks right into her eyes and makes a point of swallowing; waste not, want not!~\n\nShe kept stimulating his knot and the part of his dick not in his mouth, kissing, licking and sucking on it and when he felt him shiver and empty, she let him ride it out, her hand around his knot as she peppered his face, head and nose bridge with kisses encouraging \"good boy, Pup, cum for your Queen, good boy, very good Puppy!!!\" she whispered sweetly, and when he un rolled and lay flat on her bed, she rolled onto him, squishing her tits against his chest, lying along his chest, even lifting a leg up as she had done when rolling in his bed for a rubber, and kissed him deep, catching some of his cum on her tongue before he swallowed, but mostly hungry for contact, for his embrace and warmth and tenderness...\n\n\"That. was. amazing...\" she spoke, with her cute little affectation and smiling down at him as she leaned on her arms over his chest \"you are one hot Puppy and... I... I think... no, I know... I love you, Allie!\"\n\nAllie murrs as she rolls onto him and hugs her against his barrel chest, relaxing in the afterglow of the praise and the climax. He headtilts and looks down at her as she admits her feelings, considering it for a moment before nodding, \"Well, I believe you I think - just be careful with your heart. I?m fairly certain I can be trusted with it, but we?ve only known each other a few days.\" He kisses her forehead, \"Still, I like you a lot and I think this has a whole bunch of potential, and I really like how you?ve been treating me particularly in the bedroom so I hope to earn that sentiment. In the meantime, let?s get comfy and get some sleep - we have some clear-coating to do tomorrow!~\" He scoots up the bed and rests his head on a pillow, his feetpaws off the end of the bed by a couple of inches as he lays out flat, patting his chest invitingly.\n\n\"Well, I guess that was my way of saying I cleared parking space in the garage?\" she chuckled and kissed his nose, then playfully bapped his snout as his scooted up with her on top, his arm comforting around her and she said \"I see the potential too, Pup... love how you?ve been treating me too... yes even in bed!!!!\" she giggles and kisses him again, softly and sweet as she nuzzles up into his chest and relaxes \"work, work, work, that?s all you think about!!!\" she mock-scorns, and kisses his chest as she slowly drifts into sleep, happy and spent...\n\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Neighbor Mechanics.<br /><br />Chapter 2: More than one way of painting.<br /><br />Moxy Meadows had spent the night with Alder, at first with him on top of her as he deflated, taking enough time to kiss and cuddle during that time, and once out of the tying, they cleaned up, disposing of the condom, and when they finally made it back to bed, they ended with her cuddled up to his side, one leg over his hips, the other draped over his chest, using his arm and chest as a pillow.<br /><br />And that?s how morning after found her, sitting slowly awake, buck ass naked, still feeling the stinging of his knot in her soaked sex, fortunately no dribble, and a small marten nose tucked under a canine armpit. She sighed and smiled, trying not to wake him, but she moved enough to look at his sleeping face, tilting her head and shaking her head at her luck again &quot;you look cute even asleep, Pup&quot; she said and kissed his cheek gently, dislodging herself off him and rolling out of the massive bed, walking out and giggling at the small bundled pile he had made with her clothes.<br /><br />She was now in HIS domain by herself, and as comfortable as she felt around him, she would hate to be nosy or pry, so she kept herself to going to the bathroom he?d pointed out the night before and taking care of business, freshening her face up with some water, and then, looking for something to do, she went to the living room, and finding the apron he had modeled for her during cooking, she took it, sniffing the part that had been pressed against his chest, and got an idea. She put on the apron, shortening the neck strap with a couple of knots so it covered her without being huge, and fastened it to her waist, went to the kitchen, she managed to get the coffee machine running, and peeked into he fridge looking for options, settling on the good ol?e classic Eggs and Baccey, a while later humming happily as she prepared everything, the scent traveling down the hall and to the bed...<br /><br />Alder is a rather heavy sleeper, and also not much of a snorer, so he proves to be a very comfortable sleeping companion (unbeknownst to her he also sleeps far better next to someone than he does alone). As she rolls off of him he rolls onto his side, naturally slipping into the fetal position and absently itching at his cheek in his sleep before falling back into what appears to be some sort of dream.<br /><br />As heavy a sleeper as he may be, though, he?s rarely met a person in his life that isn?t woken up by the scent of coffee and bacon. He slowly rouses, rubbing his eyes and then rolling out of bed. He goes into his own bathroom, running a comb through his sorta-mohawk and beard before padding out to see what all the cookin? is about. He, like her, doesn?t bother with clothes. They?ve seen each other naked, after all, so what?s there to be shy about? Nudity is more comfortable anyway. He takes the liberty of smooching her on the corner of her jaw before taking a seat at the counter, mirroring her own position the night before and also her gaze, taking in her nice ass as she flips some of the bacon over, &quot;So when do you have to get back to work?&quot;<br /><br />She let out a happy chirrup at the kiss, and when he settled on the prep island, she spun around to let him see the apron hugging her short frame with a spatula in her hand, but made sure the bacon and eggs didn?t burn, and returned her focus to the task at hand, a few moments later, she set a plate with a couple of eggs and a healthy pile of bacon before him with a fork and a cup of coffee, not knowing if he had a favorite mug, she took any...<br /><br />At his question she looked up at the clock on the wall and said &quot;mm, not for a while, but also...&quot; she paused and pointed at herself with the spatula &quot;Boss lady, remember?&quot; and winked as she served her own plate, opting for juice rather than coffee, and joined him on the island, next to his chair and nudged him with her elbow &quot;sleep well, Pup? You looked so cute and peaceful I didn?t wanna wake you up!!!&quot;<br /><br />The man smiles as she shows off the apron, nodding, &quot;Oh I noticed. Very cute.&quot; He pads around to grab milk and a packet of cocoa for his coffee to make a homemade mocha (he?s got a sweet tooth). He then grins at his plate as it arrives, digging in. He nods as she reminds him that she?s the boss lady, not sure what that has to do with anything and looking vaguely confused before realization dawns on him, &quot;Ohhhh. Of them, right.&quot; He points his head in the direction of her shop, then returns his attention to his breakfast.<br /><br />As she sits beside him he nudges her back, blushing a bit at being called cute (he has, for some time, had a bit of a thing for being complimented in a feminine, or semi-feminine, way - it?s not due to any gender dysphoria or anything, more like he enjoys the unexpectedness of it), and nods, &quot;I slept very well, thank you. You?re a very soft plushie,&quot; he doesn?t really have his collection of stuffed animals out anymore, but he does have quite a few tucked away in his office, &quot;I hope you slept well also?&quot;<br /><br />She chuckled at being called a plushie and poked her tongue at him as she tucked into her own plate and took a sip of her juice as he watches him doctor his mocha to perfection &quot;mmm, I think I prefer my caffeine cold... But soda in the morning is frowned upon for anyone not a goblin...&quot; she said and when he asked about her sleep, she leaned in and kissed his cheek &quot;I don?t think I?ve slept GOOD in a while, Pup... And not just cause all my tension somehow vanished before going to bed, no sure why&quot; she chittered and winked before carrying on &quot;but also cause your bed is so good and having a warm Pup blanket helped, thanks!&quot;<br /><br />Breakfast took them a while of more small friendly talk and random kisses and caresses, Moxy visibly making an effort not to jump his bones or order him to lewd her up so early, and as she rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher she asked over her shoulder &quot;what does YOUR day look like, handsome?&quot;<br /><br />Alder is still just as sensitive to her touches as he had been the previous night, so even if she?s not telling him to do anything about it he?s definitely about 1/3 hard by the end of breakfast. He was glad that she?d also slept well, even giggling slightly at her coy reasoning behind it. He?d actually gotten the bed relatively cheap (at least the mattress and such, the frame is custom), but it?s treated him surprisingly well and he?s glad she likes it too; memory foam really is quite something. <br /><br />He moves to sit his bare butt on the top of the island as she starts cleaning up, mostly to be a tease (sure he?ll have to clean it later, but oh well). He looks at his watch (which he?d not taken off since she got here; he never does, as a matter of fact). He shrugs, &quot;Well I have a few updates to get out the door, probably. Concepts for a storefront window and an updated logo for someone else. That?ll probably take up most of my working day. Luckily my work is... Not too hardcore, I sorta get to set my own schedule, so long as I don?t keep my clients waiting too terribly long. You?&quot; He swings his feetpaws cutely, fitting into the pup moniker pretty well. Emotionally and mentally he?s actually rather mature for someone still in their twenties, but he enjoys not taking himself too seriously or ?growing up? without actual reason - balance is key.<br /><br />&quot;That sounds like a day and a half, love... for me it?s Thursday, so I got a planning meeting with the crew, and then we got a couple of bikes coming in, tune up and optimizations, and if I recall, not memorized the roll sheets... I think someone?s coming in with a paint job for a Cam... oh, that reminds me, we also got a paint booth, if you wanna give the Beamer something other than dull bondo gray... plus searching for clients in client groups and contacts... you?d think high rollers line up to get cars bought and customized, but...&quot; she shrugged and wiped her hands with the hand towel, and on a whim, she bapped his chest with it, thankfully not twisting it into a towel whip, more of a loose fabric shiwsh.<br /><br />&quot;Mmm, that means I need big girl clothes and heading back to the shop... call later?&quot; she asked and, leaning on his thigh she pushed into a sweet kiss, clear to convey the Dom was in private and equally relished but they could chill together.<br /><br />He lets her slip between his legs casually, chuckling as she smacks him with her towel. He rests his hands on her hip and nods, &quot;Or text - I?ll be honest, phone calls have never been my thing. Besides, we?re literally fifty feet away from one another so if you have something urgent you can probably just yell.&quot; He kisses her snoot and shakes his head gently, &quot;Two designs are nothing compared to the workload you seem to have set yourself up with - just be careful not to overwork yourself alright? I know you?ve just started so there?s growing pains, but without you keeping yourself healthy the shop will wither too.&quot; He may be a sub, but that doesn?t mean he can?t dole out advice. He is way, way above her right now, probably nearly 6?8&quot; while sitting on the counter, so just because he can he also smooches the top of her head - why not, right? Right.<br /><br />&quot;Thanks, Pup, I will, I?ll try to take better care of myself... the last part of the day is not too hard, just in the office fielding calls and chasing leads... want me to keep any feelers out for any Beemer surplus out there? the things my people find in junkyards is sometimes baffling!!&quot; she said and reluctantly broke away from the cuddle, giggling at the crown kiss, ears twitching &quot;The ?32 was a junkyard find, actually, hence all the work...&quot; she shrugged and took off the apron, giving another, buck naked spin for him and hanging it by the neck loop to his snout with a chuckle &quot;Right, Moxy, clothes...&quot; she said and spun to go back to his bedroom to get her clothes, going to the bathroom to fix herself in the mirror, she kept the door open and said, fetching her phone form he pocket and setting it on the closest furniture to the bathroom.<br /><br />&quot;Left my phone unlocked here, Pup,,, be a darling and put yourself in...&quot; she said, again not noticing the innuendo-ish turn of phrase as she slipped on her clothes and fixed her hair on the mirror she added &quot;Thank God I keep a can of furspray in the office, but I think I might need to get a toothbrush over next time, you ok with that?&quot;<br /><br />The canine nods and hugs her gently, &quot;Glad to hear it - and if you ever need a massage or anything after a particularly hard day just come a-knockin?, okay?&quot; He looks thoughtful at her question, &quot;Uhm... The left rear window regulator is a bit shuddery, and I could maybe use a new heater core..... I don?t really know, already have most of the things I need to be honest, but I?ll get you a list just in case.&quot; Maybe he?ll spend his afternoon compiling that for her. He hops off the counter, giggling and taking the apron off of his nose as he watches her spin. He hangs it on a hook by the fridge, then does a spin for her as well before she pads off to get prepared for the day, even making sure his tail is lifted to give her the best possible view. He then wanders over to her phone, checking something surreptitiously before adding himself as, &quot;Allie :3&quot; and snapping a goofy pic to add to the contact - just his face, of course, but he?s sure to make it unserious. He then sets her phone down, pulling on a pair of dark grey sweats to wear for the day (and, conspicuously, nothing else - his bulge really is something else). He nods as she returns to the bedroom, &quot;Sure thing, bring by anything you want, or ask and I can track down stuff for you too.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Could make it a shopping spree, or is BIG Pup scared to go shopping with his girl?&quot; he asked, emphasizing the big part again at the sight of his bulge on his pants as she walked into the room to finish getting her belongings, already decked out in her coveralls and shirt, just making sure not to leave anything important she said &quot;I?ll message you as the day winds down see what you got going on!&quot; she said and kissed him again as she headed for the door, and stopped a few steps out of the bedroom, as if she forgot something and turned &quot;oh... I almost forgot...&quot; and tossed him a bunched up something that when caught turned out to be her panties In a little ball and she said &quot;keep those, for good luck!!!&quot; and poked her tongue at him &quot;now... I gotta go!!&quot; she chuckled and this time headed out the door, squinting a bit at the sunlight but already much, much chipper, as she began walking towards her shop, nodding glad to hear the sounds of tinkering which meant the crew were already setting up.<br /><br />He rolls his eyes, &quot;No, I just wanna make sure you have what you need and I know you?re busy.&quot; He nods at her plans, then blinks down at the small fabric ball she?d tossed him - realizing quickly what it is, he just hopes she?s going to stop by her house for a moment before work to put on a new pair; chafing can be a real bitch. He does, of course, do that very typical simp male thing, bringing them up to his nose for a deep sniff before setting them by his pillow and walking her out.<br /><br />Unfortunately for her, it?s not exactly a stealthy way to go. No one really looks over as his front door opens (after all it?s a free country, a guy can walk out of his house any time he likes), but when someone notices it?s her when she?s halfway across the street towards the shop, the tatted-up rabbit mechanic raises his brow and gives her a big, buck-toothed grin, &quot;Heh - looks like Moxy went ahead and got herself a new kind of breakfast, boys!&quot; Not all of her workers are here just yet, but the ones that are all look over and give her a hard time with whoop whistles and playful jeers; they are, after all, mechanics in a mechanic shop. She may be their boss, but that hardly means they?re not going to give her shit.<br /><br />She blushes a bit, and still halfway across the street, she flips them off, casually and friendly, indeed the more crass edges on her personality, as Allie saw last night, came from hanging around crews almost all her life, so she was used to the pestering banter, and she had even dished it out when one of her guys got lucky or a new partner... She walked into the shop, still holding her bird up for all to see with a grin and said &quot;you ladies got nothing better to do than gossip? Chop, chop, time?s a wasting, money?s a fading, and bikes need tuning, being in such a good mood doesn?t mean I won?t kick your butts to the curb, have you changing Volvo oil at an agency for the rest of your lives!&quot; she said, of course not meaning it, her crew was loyal and solid, so it would take a really big fuck up to get fired, and as she walked past them she said to the bunny &quot;Also, Dean... Remember, carrots are lunch not dildos!! Staff meeting in 10, you dorks!!&quot;<br /><br />She went quickly to the double wide and made sure to get a pair of clean panties on, a different t-shirt, giggling a bit as she took the red one off and sniffed it, and a healthy helping of fur spray, then went about her day, which thanks to her amazing team went by swimmingly and quickly, save for the ever-elusive client chase, but it was ok.<br /><br />Alder watches for a few moments to make sure she?ll be alright, heedless of the fact that he?s shirtless in his doorway for all the crew to see should they care to look over. Thankfully for his ego, they don?t. He then gets to work, managing to knock the designs out even faster than expected; it turns out that when one has a bit of a muse, ideas flow a lot easier. He also admittedly spends a lot of the day with one hand down his pants idly, not really doing anything with it but enjoying himself nevertheless. It?s not like he has any office decorum to worry about. <br /><br />The pic she sends him after work is really rather rude to a poor horny male, the goofy face he sends back just putting a nail in his proverbial coffin; she has him wrapped at least a majority of the way around her finger already, and it?s barely been over twenty-four hours!<br /><br />Moxy had sent the picture on a playful whim at the end of her day, once the crew had cleared out, and knowing her yard was secluded and middle of nowhere-y, she had taken a shower outside, to freshen up after the long day and since she had kinda promised her Pup she would take care of herself, and the goofy face sent back was priceless and made her giggle as she entered her house, drying up, settling down in the living room, looking at the phone giddy, a smile had come to her face when sending the picture made her look up Alder on the phone only to see the cute Pic and Allie stored as contact name.<br /><br />Sitting in her small living room, in nothing but a pair of panties, she texted back &quot;day, survived... thoughts of Pup helped, you?&quot; and sent a follow up &quot;you wanna hang out or too tired? in any case, Saturday could be a good day for the Beem?s paint booth appointment, crew?s off... oh they send their regards, I guess!!&quot; she sent and waited.<br /><br />He is also showering when she sends the text, so it?s twenty minutes or so before she finally gets a response, ?Glad you survived, heh :3 And yeah, I kinda blew through my work with you on my mind, not gonna lie. Mind being my muse?? A second text comes through after, saying, ?We can hang if you want, but no pressure - I don?t wanna wear out my welcome too quickly.? He then towels himself off thoroughly before blow-drying himself and then coating himself in the fur oil that keeps him smelling pleasantly of the woods (and his fur sleek and untangled). He?s got it down to a science at this point, so it doesn?t take too long. He then spends the time to make sure all of his nails are properly blunted, his hand and feetpads all properly balmed. He?s been keeping up with most of this stuff anyway, but if he?s going to be spending a lot of time with this girl the last thing he wants is to be caught slacking by a surprise touch someplace he doesn?t expect.<br /><br />Waiting for his messages, she discovered she was slightly more tired than she?d expected, so she ended up curling up on the couch and falling asleep, Friday was a day off for the shop entirely and she woke up a bit late to the alert of his reply, a bit guilty of leaving him on read, she quickly texted back &quot;oh, uh... Sorry about that, fell asleep, someone wore me out... No welcome worn out, and I?ll be your muse, Pup... Think today I need to run some errands, keep chasing clients, but I will look into a couple of junks, tell em to keep on the lookout for Beem parts... See you tomorrow to paint?&quot; she wrote and being a dorky sap, sent a string of kissy cute emoticons.<br /><br />Allie&#039;s a bit of an anxious dog, so admittedly when she doesn?t respond he does start to worry a bit that he might have said something wrong. Years of gained wisdom tell him not to send another text, so he doesn?t, but when her reply finally comes in the next day he does find himself sighing in relief. He texts back (much more quickly this time), ?Sure, Mox. Good luck with the clients, and no worries if you can?t find any of this.? He then sends another text with the few parts he might be able to use from a junkyard; to be honest he?s trying his best to build this as if it?s factory fresh (with a few modern upgrades here and there, to be fair), but there are still some places corners can be cut without anyone noticing and without the end result being any worse in reality. Lastly, he sends, ?And yeh, tomorrow sounds fine - can?t wait for you to see the color I?ve picked!~? the car, in the state that she?d seen it, had had several colors of primer and the main unibody all the stock color, some boring metallic grey. The interior was pretty much entirely out of the car, so it had been hard to get a read on some of it too, since a lot of it was in plastic bags for safekeeping. Unbeknownst to her (since he?s not sure if they have a sandblaster in the garage over there), he spends the entire night and a good portion of the next morning sanding down and re-priming the unibody, and making sure any other panels he can paint are also, for sure, paint-ready. He?d spent several thousand dollars on the paint itself over time, gathering it can by can as he could afford it, so he?d be damned if it didn?t turn out as perfect as he could make it, and he himself is a perfectionist.<br /><br />She smiled and sent a winking picture, decent this time and headed about her day, running to the shops to stock up her pantry, not planning to mooch meals off him the whole time, a spare toothbrush, a cute pair of pajamas for any case they DIDN?T sleep naked, and some other odds and ends, then went to some of her junkyard buddies, to check what they had in, window shopping on the cheap, but also now with the drive to help Allie find what he needed, and even found time to call her folks, chatting with dad about the shop and project, low key grilling him for any leads, and to mom, we?ll she kinda implied she had met someone, omitted the fact he had rearranged her guts on the first date, told her he was a canine and really sweet, and promises of future visits.<br /><br />At the end of the day she actually went over to drop off her purchases, showing the pj&#039;s and leaving the brush in his bathroom cup, a symbol there, and spent the time with him, just chilling, cuddling, bought them pizza and managed to actually finish through a movie, and after a nice time, she quoted back at him about not wearing out the welcome and scuttled back home to rest and wake up to get the booth ready for tomorrow.<br /><br />He seemed kind of tired during this visit, not to the point where it was concerning but decidedly less energetic than the first time. He?s still clearly enjoying her company, of course, but running on a three-hour afternoon nap only does you so much good. He?d let his clients know to expect updates on Monday, but that something had come up and that he?s taking a three-day weekend; the benefit of being his own boss, is that he doesn?t really have to give them any reason why so long as they get their purchases within a reasonable time. His bathroom, when she goes in to drop off her toothbrush, is clearly one of the most newly-renovated areas of the house, maybe even the most. There is a double-vanity (a hopeful dog had made sure there was space for two in there), the toilet has a bidet, and the shower is huge, with a half-wall around it and no actual enclosure, with a big overhead showerhead that looks like it must feel amazing as well as a wall-mounted hose head for reaching the more difficult places. <br /><br />The next afternoon comes around, and he starts getting the car over to the shop piece by piece while her crew is still there. They didn?t know he even had anything cool, so they?re intrigued as he walks across fenders, bumpers, a hood, a tailgate, and doors, before finally rolling over his chassis. It?s time for them to leave soon afterwards, but they do stick around and insist he gives them a tour of the bodywork. To be fair, the only thing he?s really done that?s beyond factory parts, is slightly widening the rear wheel arches and reinforcing the rear strut tower braces, but he seems game to talk shop with them a bit before they have to go. He then pads back over to grab his paint, returning with several cans of base layer and several more cans of clearcoat. He admits this probably isn?t a one day job to her, given that they have to let it dry between coats, but he promises to pay her for shop time if she?ll accept. Even still, he keeps the base layers secret until it?s time to start spraying.<br /><br />She was surprised at the main bathroom and smiled, feeling the moment of being let into his sanctum, and the awesome job on the renovation, but had let him rest, kissing his nose and lips on the way out.<br /><br />As he began bringing parts over and eventually the piece de resistance of the chassis, the crew got more into the discussion, and even helped him roll the car into the paint booth, Moxy leaning on the door frame between the shop and the yard watching the boys banter, and beaming proud, and as they filed out exchanging good weekends and see you Mondays, she said &quot;See, I told you he was cool!! Now everyone wants to play with the boss?s new boyfriend, dorks!&quot; and giggled, helping him bring in the paint cans over wondering what color he had planned, and caving in at the request &quot;fiiiine, Pup, you can pay a modest fee for shop time, food and sex not legal tender...&quot; she said and laughed, but did tip toe to kiss him, and then went to get the paint suits and respirators, tossing him one of the big boys? ones &quot;here you go, suit up!!!&quot;<br /><br />The Pup veritably beams as she accepts his money (the fee to be decided later, he supposes - so be it), and does start to suit up almost giddily; he?s been wanting to do this for a while but had never found a shop to do it at that wasn?t exorbitant, or that didn?t insist on doing it themselves. He loads some paint guns with the color, still hiding it from her as he does so, then holds one out to her with a playfully distrusting squint, &quot;Paint that door for me, won?t you?&quot; He points at the passenger rear door, then watches her comically closely (though in reality he does want to make sure she?s got the juice for this; this is his baby, after all), as she paints on the surprising color - BMW?s Twilight Purple! After the first coat on the outside of the door he nods sagely, &quot;You?ll do,&quot; and then starts on the unibody. the underside of the unibody has already been powdercoated - not quite factory, but arguably better - and so he sets to taping off the wheels (even if they?re just proxies for when he puts the real ones on) as well as anything else he doesn?t want painted, then he starts to lay down coats. His hands are, as expected of someone with his profession, quite steady, and the first coat goes on quite smoothly. After waiting about twenty minutes, he starts adding the second coat, then another twenty minutes for the third. Meanwhile, he trusts her with the doors, hood, and front fenders, and he also paints the bumpers. <br /><br />They turn out to make a pretty good team, and after they?ve done four layers of the color they start to clean out the guns, having to wait a day or two for the base to dry properly before they add the clear. When he?s sure the paint is diluted enough not to cause her any harm, he turns the gun and playfully spritzes her side with the slightly purple water, covering his mouth after as if it was an accident, but the gesture is so comically overdone that it?s clear he?s being a playful dork, &quot;Oh... Oh I?m so sorry....&quot;<br /><br />She chuckles as she suits up and gets ready, lifting an eyebrow at him at the `paint that door for me&#039;, a quite direct command, but let?s it go, of course, understanding the level of trust of even letting her breathe over his baby, she?d bite the head of anyone who messed up her Roadster, so she nodded and did the test coat gasping at the color &quot;OH, Wow!!! that?s sweet!!!!&quot; she said and offered him a fist bump; and when he said she?d do, she giggled giddy and gave a curtsy; a bit less charming in a painting mono suit, but still, and as they coordinated and tackled the task, time went by rather quickly, she even managed to use one of the 20 min breaks to go to the stereo and blast, surprise, surprise Franz Ferdinand and Frank Turner as discussed, plus a shuffle of her faves.<br /><br />Once they finished and closed the paint booth to let the car dry and rest in isolation from any speck of anything, she began the ritual of cleaning and watering out the hoses in the paint gun, as playful and bubbly as she was, she was letting him see when it came to work ethic and the shop, she was a consummate professional.<br /><br />So of course, the second he began fooling around and sprayed with purple, luckily still in the jumpsuit, she pulled off the respirator and raised the paint glasses and looked at him with a mock-daggers look and said in a bad cartoon accent &quot;of course you realize, this means war, right, Pup?&quot; and turned her own safe cleaned spray gun on him, letting him have it front first, a mist of semi-purple water coating him, it had decent pressure without being painful and she blew on the muzzle like a revolver.<br /><br />Allie looks shocked and offended that she?d even begin to think he?d done this on purpose. Him? The submissive, caring, cuddly softie of a teddy bear, shooting her with paint water? Perish the thought! Then she sprays him back and a wicked look comes across his face. Luckily he knows better than to be completely caution-free with his aim, not wanting to accidentally paint something that shouldn?t be painted, so he is sure to aim true as he paints a swath from around belly-button height to.... Well, her crotch. Fuck it, the proverbial kid gloves have come off now!<br /><br />Moxy puts the mask and glasses back on and shakes her head at him &quot;you?re so dead, Pup!!!&quot; she said, giggling and she began chasing him as much as the hoses would allow them to, trying to tag him, and due to the running around, she had planned on drawing a pair of boobs over his chest, but managed a single lopsided, caricature of a tit and a few zebra spots over his tush, as she tried to dodge and not get tagged, laughing and dodging but getting messy too &quot;I?m gonna break out the hose and get you, Allie... I swear!!!&quot; she said, voice huffy from running and laughing and the gleam of a smile visible in her eyes behind the respirator.<br /><br />He looks very pleased indeed as she calls him Allie, but doesn?t really let up. Eventually, after they both have bespoke paint jobs on their suits, the water runs out and he finally has to hold his ?gun? up like he?s surrendering, &quot;I?m out, ma?am, please don?t hurt me!&quot; He then chuckles and sets it aside, starting to peel off the now-sweaty paint suit. Luckily, these are relatively inexpensive and disposable by design, or else one of her poor crew would have been forced to be immersed in her boyfriend?s sweat. He tosses the suit into the proper bin and leans against one of the toolboxes, &quot;So you liked the color, eh? I?m glad. You don?t see purple cars too often, and I want my baby to stand out, so. Purple. Besides, it?s a stock Bimmer color, so even purists can?t really get mad.&quot;<br /><br />Mox advanced on him with her paint gun set on him and pulled off the respirator showing him a wicked grin as his water ran out, and just as she readied to pull the trigger, her own sprayer sputtered and let out a sad excuse for a spray she said &quot;click&quot; like an empty gun and lowered her gun &quot;fine, you get to live, Pup... I?m a merciful Queen&quot; she said, just a little tease, and began peeling of her own sweaty suit, teasing out her hair and tossing it around in a sexy motion, getting back down to her comfy denim and today, Green shirt with a Flogging Molly logo, and she leaned back on the toolboxes next to him, putting her arm around him, and wrapping him up in her embrace and her soft scent &quot;mmmm, love your dedication AND your dorkiness, Pup!&quot; she said and leaned on his arm by his shoulder, looking at the yard, again, like everything, it was small, but it was hers...<br /><br />He was also in jeans, but he was in a much simpler black t-shirt with a handwritten-looking Deftones wordmark in white on the front. He leans into her embrace and smiles, &quot;Heh, well I?m glad you like the dorkiness. The dedication, though, that?s reserved for you, the car, and very few other people.&quot; He blinks and then blushes, &quot;Er... That is, if you want my dedication, that is - that might have come off a bit strong....&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I get it... wanna know something eerie?&quot; she said and squeezed his hip then slid to cup his butt in her hand, poking her tongue at him and wiggling her eyebrows Groucho style, as she waited for him to answer.<br /><br />The afternoon light was once again going down on them, bathing them in orange an yellows, air cooling and the quiet of their street, specially on a Saturday so noticeable they could hear crickets starting to chirp, leaning on her tool boxes and chilling, she actually sighed and cuddled him.<br /><br />Alder blushes as she gropes his butt, luxuriating with her in the late evening sun as he realizes that wasn?t a rhetorical question, &quot;Oh uhm... Sure!~&quot; He rests his hand on her hip, holding her close as she cuddles him even if they?re both kinda soaked - the paint suits may have protected them from the pigments, but they hadn?t done much against the water or the sweat.<br /><br />&quot;Called my folks yesterday before heading to your place with pizza and toothbrush... talked shop with dad, pretty standard stuff... but I actually told my mom about meeting you...&quot; she said and turned to look at him blushing as she adjusted in his hip hug and nuzzled his face &quot;wet Pup...&quot; she giggled and stretched a bit in his arm and said &quot;you wanna dry up inside and let me make you dinner? I got pantry supplies between junkyard browsing and embarrassing my Pup to my mother...&quot;<br /><br />The male grins and blushes both, thinking that it generally means someone?s pretty serious when they mention you to their parent{s}. He looks at her and smooches her brow, &quot;Well, I?ll mention you also the next time I talk to my parents - it?s not super often, I admit, but it?ll happen.&quot; He doesn?t have any ill will or anything, they just live far away and he?s never seen the point in talking to them out of the blue. But he?ll get there. Her offer solicits a nod and he hugs her before patting her butt, &quot;Sure, Mox, show me the way.&quot;<br /><br />The marten looks at him biting her lip and nodding at the promise and she gives him a slant of the eyes and a wicked grin saying &quot;mmm, your Queens too tired, Pup, carry me... It?s no maze, past the paint booth and straight `til morning, you can?t miss it, it?s the entire house the size of your bedroom&quot; she chuckled and squeeze his butt again before lifting her arms to be lifted.<br /><br />He gives her another chuckle but nods, &quot;As you wish, of course.&quot; He turns to face her, and his bratty side says he should totally go for a fireman?s carry. However, he decides to be wise and pick her up with one arm under her upper back and the other cradling her knees, giving her the option to hug his neck if she wants (or doesn?t trust his strength). He then pads toward her house, letting her open the door once they get there and then carefully sliding in sideways before setting her down carefully on her feet and closing the door, &quot;I hope the Uber was acceptable, ma?am.&quot;<br /><br />She held on to his neck all he way there, chuckling and teasing one of his ears, even nibbling on it as she did, and once she opened the door and she touched the floor again, she held on to his neck, pulling him to stay low and kissed him in response to his question &quot;Good boy, Pup, the Uber was more than acceptable...&quot; she said and takin his hand she said &quot;not much to show, but could give you the &quot;grand&quot; tour... and I was thinking pasta for dinner... also someone got cute with spray guns... so we could always take a shower... mines rather small, the one outside has a bit more room, but... outside...&quot; she said and lingered a bit about going to his place again, not wanting him to feel she was freeloading off his bigger place or ashamed of her small digs &quot;Go to the bedroom, in the closet you&#039;ll find towels, Pup...&quot; she said that last one a command but with a slight hesitation, as if testing if anything went as far as commands went.<br /><br />He stays bent over as she holds onto his neck, his ear slightly saliva-soggy but a blush on his face showing that not only does he not mind the nibbling and teasing, he rather enjoyed it. He returns the kiss with a murr, then stands up straight once she releases him, returning to his near foot-tall advantage. He looks around the place and suddenly realizes this is a very similar make of trailer to the one he grew up in, grinning, &quot;You can if you like, but I think I have it pretty well mapped-out.&quot; He leaves the mystery at that, then shrugs at the shower options, &quot;Yours, mine, or the one in-between, whatever makes you the most comfortable.&quot; He then looks to his right, toward what would likely be the master bedroom, and pads off to retrieve the towels as instructed. Soon, he returns with two towels in-hand, &quot;So. Where are you thinking, ma?am?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Mmm, outside for fun, since the only neighbor is right here with my, we can cleanup under the stars, don?t worry the hot water?s good and runs nice... let?s go, Pup!&quot; she said and took his hand and headed outside again towards the small wooded fence cubicle with he shower head poking out the top, pulling him excitedly, hips and tail swishing happily she realized something and she said &quot;mmm, Pup?s gonna smell like me, cause I got the one furwash!!!&quot; she giggled and let go before the entrance to the open air shower &quot;strip for me, Pup, make it sexy&quot; she said and leaned on the fence with a sultry, very naughty look about her winking and blowing him a kiss.<br /><br />He would have happily noted that he is not, in fact, their only neighbor, but to be honest he?s an exhibitionist and admittedly likes the idea of public..... Most anything, really. So he doesn?t even hesitate a little bit as she orders him to strip for her, even if he?s technically well within view of several houses. If they look at him, and continue to look, that?s on them. He is, admittedly, not actually very good at strip teasing, so even with his very best efforts (and even though he?s actually a fairly accomplished dancer in some respects), his stripping display is pretty adorably awkward. Even still, before long he stands completely nude and out in the open, looking at her with a hopeful grin - did she at least enjoy it, even if it was not particularly talented? One can only wish.<br /><br />If her mercurial face was any clue, she didn?t enjoy it, she loved it, clapping and whistling at him, giggling, blushing and finally as he stopped, she clapped at him energically with a cute gleam in her peach eyes under the low evening light &quot;good boy pup... you did very good, your Queen is happy... now, come, undress your queen... take your time, enjoy it!&quot;<br /><br />Allie offers a very earnest bow as she praises him, murring quietly to himself. As her next order comes in he nods, &quot;Yes, Your Majesty, right away.&quot; He pads closer and starts with her overall straps, then her shirt, not generally a fan of Donald Ducking. He gives her breasts a cheeky cup of his hands, then he slowly kneels at the same pace as his hands, as they work their way down her body, never losing contact with her waist, then hips, then thighs, then calves, then feetpaws, dragging her overalls with them all the way down. Finally, and taking a risk, he leans forward and grasps the waistband of her panties with his teeth, pulling them down bit by bit until they too pass her feetpaws and he?s left in a full dogeza (DOGeza?) before her, her underpants in his maw - he?d definitely enjoyed it, no doubt.<br /><br />Mox baps his snout playfully when he finishes, wiggling her jiggles for him and laughing &quot;silly Pup...&quot; as she laughed but bowed back at him and put her foot on the back of his head as he kowtowed to her, pushing a bit down, a much weight as she could muster, now naked and despite the water, the scent was all too familiar and all too alluring for the canine, and she said &quot;you?re gonna make me run out of panties, hun&quot; as she kept him down for a bit, then moved the foot from over his head to under his chin, lifting him up again flashing him views of her puffy pussy.<br /><br />The Pup&#039;s just about to return to standing when she presses his head to the ground, and he lets out a whimpery, moan-soaked exhale. He prostrates himself as much as he can for her, his breathing adorably unsteady as he pretty much eats her grass. He continues to pant and, gently, whimper as she lifts his chin with her toes, looking up at her with extraordinarily horny puppy-dog eyes - she?d <strong>really</strong> struck a chord with that maneuver. He swallows, blushing, ``S-sorry, my Queen - I was just following orders as b-best as I could.&quot; All the while, her panties are hanging off of his lower left canine, moving up and down as he speaks.<br /><br />&quot;Yes, yes... you little naughty pup, I told you to undress me, not to eat my panties... but I?ll let it slide... for now..&quot; she said and moved her foot again, back to behind his head and pulling forward to make him kneel again, pulling with the instep until she could adjust to pushing her black pads on his head, pushing a little firmer, rubbing his nose on the grass. And as he bent down and his back came into view, she sighed, reaching down with one of her hands and parting her flower like the other time together and with a sigh and shiver in the cool evening air, she let go; a familiar sound coming off her and a warm splash hitting his back as she huffed &quot;mmmm..... oh yeah...&quot;<br /><br />Alder is surprisingly easy to manipulate, even if he is a lot larger and stronger than her; he may as well be putty. He bows and then fully prostrates for her without so much as a particularly firm tug as she moves him with her footpaw. He almost sounds like he?s panicking as she does so, so fervent and unsteady are his breaths, but she?ll recognize his horny breathing from a few evenings ago, when he was making similar noises right before he came. He?s not actually that close to straight-up climaxing right now, but that?s how horny her manipulations are making him. Then, that stream starts. His breathing cuts off, indicating his curiosity. then he turns his head to the side and looks up, his ears at truly wacky angles as he sees the stream leaving her to land on his back. He swallows and turns his eyes to the toes not stepping on him, letting her relieve herself on him and growing steadily more hard - given the overall context of this, it?s overwhelmingly hot.<br /><br />When he tries to turn, she pushes down a bit harder with her foot to keep him in place, but let?s him see, her pussy completely exposed as she relieves herself on his back, and noticing how she looks at her other foot she smiles wicked and says &quot;Pup can kiss my other foot if he wants... worship your queen!&quot; as she shivered feeling not only the relief of the lewd bodily function but the growing of her own arousal at someone so big and strong, and who would most likely go to the ends of the world to protect her, not only out of submission, she?s sure, would let someone much smaller &quot;own&quot; him like this... &quot;fuck.. Pup&#039;&#039;, she managed to stammer as the stream began diminishing.<br /><br />Allie carefully wiggles his face towards her other footpaw so as not to unbalance her, then lets his tongue slip out to give the arch of her footpaw some doggy kisses, long and firm and slobbery. He looks up at her as she curses at him, fairly sure it was a compliment but wanting to gauge her body language. He is, for all intents and purposes, someone that would socially be considered her ?superior?, as stupid as that is - he?s tall, broad, strong, and of a breed that is generally considered to be of a guard or police-trained kind (if less so than his German counterpart). It?s thus very interesting indeed, that not only is he letting her order him around, but he?s letting her step on him and even piss on him, without any retort or aggressive reaction - he really is just a submissive pupper, it seems.<br /><br />She finally stops, the last trickles of piss rolling down her inner thigh panting and aroused just by the act and her Pup?s submission, wiggling her foot in his tongue which makes her giggle, and panting looking down at him she says &quot;Roll over Pup, on your back...&quot; releasing the pressure of her foot on his head her eyes wide in lust; yes, but also in adoration for him, and mostly absolute Awe at what had just happened, she hadn?t thought it out or planned it, it was a spur of the moment, lewd improvised gesture but it had rocked her to her core, after all it was akin to marking him as hers...<br /><br />He wasn?t entirely sure why she?d just done what she?d done, but he doesn?t really mind either - there are situations in which he?d have been less accepting (on his bed, for example), but this one seemed.... almost natural? If not, it was at least something he hardly minded. He swallows as she orders him around again, then does as she asks when she gives him the space to do so, rolling onto his back and revealing his fully-hard (if knot-free) cock and his slightly grungy knees, elbows, and face. He looks up at her with those ever-surprising puppy-dog eyes, nibbling on his right flew adorably.<br /><br />She crouched, legs parted, letting him keep visual contact with her pussy and she pet his cheek and neck, ruffling his fur and smiling &quot;hey, Pup, good boy, such a good, good boy... so pretty , so sweet... your Queen&#039;s very happy.... such a good Pup&quot; she said and her hands began trailing down from his face an neck until eventually both hands rubbed over his tummy, kneading and petting the fur there, and she leaned down and kissed his grimy face deep and needy, huffing... She praised and rewarded him with such tummy petting for a bit, still whispering praise as she got her head back on, desire, love and lust winning over confusion as she melted into the kiss again.<br /><br />Alder watches her crouch, his eyes barely leaving her slit (as if she?s about to mount his face in public - it might be twilight, but it?s not that dark). He then starts to pant and heave quietly as she starts petting him, his sensitive skin making it hard to concentrate on more than just the sensations as her fingers run over his body. He swallows and finally manages to respond, &quot;Anything f-for you, Your Highness....&quot; That is, of course, a, ?within reason,? sort of response, but he does genuinely mean it anyway. He is veritably squirting on his lower belly (and her hands) now, showing just how much he?s enjoyed the last few moments - he?d barely been peeking when he?d finished stripping, and he?s now unloading precum he?s so hard. Simp.<br /><br />She smiled as she started to slow down the petting and smirked at him &quot;enjoying the view, Pup?&quot; and giggling she said &quot;you think you can stop perving on your Queen long enough for us to wash up?&quot; she said and leaned down to kiss his nose, and as she moved her hand from his tummy, it ?accidentally? grazed along his exposed length, teasing it in a soft touch gliding caress from base to tip... &quot;let?s wash up, love!&quot;<br /><br />The canine chuckles lightly at her teasing, taking it in stride even though it?s halfway serious. He nods at her question, and then smooches her back on her nose before she stands, standing up after her even though he?d involuntarily humped at her contact to his cock - that had merely been incidental, after all. He opens the door to her shower, gesturing her in as if it?s his shower instead (or, at least, as if he was a doorman and this was the hotel at which he worked), and then he follows her in. he leans against the back wall afterwards, letting her set everything to her preference as he crosses his arms coolly over his chest - what a ?badass?. Too bad his boner belies his too-cool-for-school demeanor.<br /><br />&quot;Oooh, tough Pup!!&quot;! she said in a playful mysterious voice and slanted her eyes at him, frowning and mimicking his pose on the opposite wall, with the extra of the fact that crossing HER arms meant cupping up her tits on her forearm, and the tilt of the hips, she held the pose for a few seconds, enough for the hot water to start running, and long enough for her composure to last, breaking the pose with a giggle and a shake of her head &quot;you, sir are. totally. adorably. a. dork.&quot; she said, in that little quirk of her of punctuating words for emphasis not sure he had picked on, and once the water began running nicely, she regulated it to a decent temperature, curiously enough breaking the stereotype that women boil themselves in the shower.<br /><br />She reached out for him, giving another little tough girl scowl, then a blep, and pulled him by the hand under the water stream, she hadn?t lied, the pressure was great, the temperature nice in the cool night air and the privacy none, she pressed against him to catch the water with him and nuzzled his chest, bringing his strong arms around her shoulders and back and sighing... then once nice and soaked, she grabbed the bottle of furwash and dolloped some on her hand, guiding him to turn around and lean on the fence, and began washing him, starting, of course with his back, exactly where she had marked him. &quot;cute butt&quot; she praised and swat it softly before kneading and massaging the suds onto her Pup?s back.<br /><br />He rolls his eyes playfully and, even if he?s rock hard, he suddenly takes on a very serious demeanor - if she?s going to tease him for being tough, he may as well show her that he can indeed appear to be. He stands up straighter, his crossed arms take on a casual-but-strong posture, and his face drops all pretense, his brows dropping and the corners of his mouth falling neutral. Even his eyes go almost dead in their seriousness. He becomes, in but a second, fully intimidating. He had been a bouncer for over a year with this exact look, and he?d never once had an altercation with even the drunkest of patrons.<br /><br />Then, just as quickly he drops the ?act,? winking at her and watching as she readjusts the shower to her liking. Soon, he?s standing with her under the water, and then just as quickly he?s spun once more to lean against the wall. In spite of his briefly intimidating posturing, he?s just as easy to boss around now as he?d been the past few days, and he leans against the wood with a murr as she starts to scrub his back with soap. His butt, as solid as it is in general, does jiggle with the same light chub that his surprisingly solid belly does, soft but firm. He melts a bit under her ministrations, his musculature clearly relaxing as she massages him.<br /><br />&quot;Mmmm my big, tough, yet soft Puppy... I like that... And it feels safe... Just like the cuddles in your couch&quot; she admits as she keeps massaging his back, of course sliding down to rub and wash over his butt, letting out an &quot;MMMMFF&quot; of appreciation at the grope, then back up to his sides, softly washing him &quot;lower, Pup, shoulders need love too&quot; she said firm but tender in her ministrations, and kept teasing his back until his shoulders come into reach.<br /><br />Alder looks over his shoulder with a blush - he?s always wanted to be a domme?s guard dog, after all, the sort of guy that doesn?t necessarily actually have to cause any harm or get in real fights (though he can handle himself if necessary), but rather the kind that makes it so that such fights are completely unnecessary. She seems to get that, and embrace it, without even realizing it.<br /><br />Then she touches his ribs and starts to soap them, and he looses all sense of stability, his knees going askew and his voice coming out a weak, shaky whimper. He pants and shudders, then slowly relaxes as her fingers return to his back. He kneels as she orders him to lower, giving her every advantage on him when it comes to height and completely ignoring how intensely he?d reacted to her massaging over his ribs. It hadn?t been the typical ticklish reaction, but something equally strong in a different way - something to file away for later, perhaps.<br /><br />The marten noted the reaction, but shrugged making sure to file it, indeed for later, and she begins giving his back and shoulders a nice massage, kneading out the knots with a firmness and technique that bellied her size and lean but not too toned physique, as she winked at him if he turned to look at her, and then, she m moved up, taking a moment to goop more furwash unto her hands, she began a soft, sexy massage of his scalp, mohawk and ears, which in order to reach she had to squish her boobs against him, a little giggle escaping her as she focuses on rewarding her sweet, loyal, adorable Pup, humming happily and then saying again &quot;up and against the wall again, darling... Not done yet!&quot;<br /><br />The dog continues to respond obediently to her orders, murring at the massage rather emphatically and then melting even more as she spends some attention on his scalp, another pretty sensitive area of his body (though not quite so much as his ribs). He then stands, per her desires, grunting slightly as his knees pop but not complaining, and he leans against the wall obediently like those dolls in car shows that some people put out to lean against a car?s rear quarter panels for some reason - he plants his forehead against his crossed forearms and resigns himself to whatever she might choose to do to him next. It?s not like he?s complaining, after all.<br /><br />She nods and kisses the small of his back just above the base of his tail, nuzzling with her forehead and chittering as she get a fresh squeeze of soap, wraps her hand around his wrist and slides it down his navel until it meets his red rocket, wrapping around it and squeezing in welcome, sliding up and down the length, whenever it gets to the base, she squeezes, coaxing his knot up and out, kissing his back and nibbling a bit as her other hand wraps around and rubs his tummy in the same petting earlier but now combined with the hand job &quot;you were awesome today, such a good behaved Pup...&quot; she praised, referring, for now, only to the sub and dom play moments, and how he had taken everything she had to give, she focused the speed and rhythm of her hand to a pleasurable speed, and kept stroking him and petting his belly like a good boy deserved &quot;don?t worry about anything, don?t hold back... I?m here...&quot; she assured him, kissing the base of his tail again.<br /><br />He isn?t expecting any of this - in spite of how horny-minded he is, he rarely expects much of anything, a strange mix of libido and... and... naivete. He mumbles with pleasure as she starts to nibble down his back, then he lets out a surprised moan as she starts to jerk him off. His toes dig into the ground and he pants audibly, resting the top of his head against the wall so he can watch her hands work him. He sprays the wall with precum, whimpering lightly but excitedly as she praises him for his good work. A part of him is nervous, having set the paintgun fight in motion, but most of his brain is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he can?t really focus on it and instead he huffs out, &quot;Th-thank you, my q-queen.......&quot; His tail, drooped so as not to smack her anywhere, sways back and forth as she strokes him, his lower belly twitching and shuddering to the touch of both of her hands - what an expressive pup!<br /><br />&quot;Thank you, Allie, for being a pretty little Pup, a great friend and an amazing lover&quot; she said, again letting the world roll out of her mouth, she buried her face on his back fur sniffing and squished her tits on his lower back, focusing on pleasing him, letting the warm water wash over them as she strokes him at a bit faster pace, teasing his knot and cock and rubbing his tummy, kneading he fingertips in a very tender, but very needy firmness as she huffs, feeling him rise and rise towards his first climax of the evening.<br /><br />Allie blushes at the praise, but it?s really hard to concentrate on as she continues to stroke him off. His knot continues to slowly but surely expand, this time outside of his sheathe since she?d had the forethought to pull his skin back ahead of time. He can?t help but hump, consistent at least in that as he starts to ?mount? her hand, that thick cock of his continuing to spray her wall, &quot;Of c-course, My Queen, anything for you.....&quot; He had shuddered a surprising amount at her calling him, ?pretty,? - the dog is hardly what most would call that, even if he is ostensibly handsome; pretty is a different sort of term, after all, but he is clearly a fan of that particular compliment, if his reaction and the throbbing of his rocket are anything to go by.<br /><br />&quot;Good Pup, good boy, keep going, keep going...&quot; she encouraged him as she sped up her stroking, smearing pre, the soap long rinsed off along his length and squeezing his knot on each down stroke as she moaned too, kissing and nibbling on his back with little love bites, keeping her hands on him as much as she felt her pussy on fire, this was about he lover, and it was a reward for three days of pure bliss, she kept going faster and faster, trying to gauge his reactions, see if he was close, and when she felt him close she gave him the reward of choice, knowing it flustered him but also kid of into the reaction &quot;you wanna paint my fence, my face or my mouth, pretty Pup, those are the choices for now... pick one!!!&quot; she said choice dressed by command...<br /><br />The young man isn?t used to being plied with choice, let alone so close to an orgasm, and as such he can?t really offer any particular response. He doesn?t even really have time to turn either direction, instead just painting her fence with his cum - there?s a lot of it, too, particularly if she grips his knot once she feels him cumming, even though if he?d had more time to make a decision he?d probably have aimed at something else. He humps and moans, unloading his taut balls on the wood as she milks him, whitewashing the inside of her shower semi-voluntarily before he finally starts to wind down. No wonder that condom had felt so full within her, given the amount of puppy batter on her wall; knowing men, they cum a lot more when inside of a partner, so the fact that he?d managed to unload this much with only a pretend-knotting he must be prolific indeed.<br /><br />Mox chuckled at his lack of response from the flustered state of bliss, and let him cum; aiming his cock at the wall and indeed, wrapping her middle and index finger around the knot to squeeze it in stimulation, she had done her homework on her phone during time offs, and read up on puppy pleasing, so she let him ride out his orgasm around her hand and unto the wall as she kept nuzzling and chittering sweetly &quot;good pup, goood pup, that?s it, that it... keep cumming, good Pup...&quot;<br /><br />Alder?s orgasm lasts a surprisingly long time. Dogs, when handled properly, can cum far several minutes, although the actual orgasmic sensation does fade a bit sooner. As she handles him properly he does file it away to thank her for it later, knowing that it probably took some research (after all, he?d not told her anything himself). When he finally feels like he can, he turns around and offers her cheek a very earnest pat, &quot;Thank you, ma?am... That was unexpected, and very nice.&quot; He then tilts his chin at the shower, &quot;I assume you?d like me to clean you off now?&quot;<br /><br />She lets out a giggle as he came back from his bliss and thanked her so nicely, she nuzzled his back again and slowly lets go off his dick and knot, remembering it was sensitive after a good rutting, she wouldn?t want to make him uncomfortable, so she takes a step back and leans on the wall, dripping water and smiling, and remembering something, she struck the same pose she did for the message she had sent him a couple of days ago and winked &quot;see, the forecast was late but accurate, Pup&quot; smiling seductively at him and answered his question &quot;mmm please do, Pup, wash me up&quot; she said, half a command, half that smitten girlfriend asking for pampering that helped her be such a decent mommy dom.<br /><br />Alder looks at her, his still-rigid cock continuing to drip ever-clearer cum as his desire for her (in multiple ways, not just sexual) is worn on his sleeve. He nods at her request, &quot;Of course, ma?am.&quot; He grabs the shampoo and kneels before her, still up straight but on his knees, and he starts to work the shampoo through her fur thoroughly, and juuuuuust firmly enough for it not to be ticklish. He seems to be rather skilled at riding that particular line. He does her front first, including her mound, then he gently taps her hip to get her to turn around. Soon, her back is equally sudsy, and he starts working on her legs, spending a taaaad more time on her feetpaws than is probably strictly necessary. He then slips his left hand up the inside of her right leg, up and up, until he?s starting to tease her slit, &quot;Would you like me to return the favor now, my Queen, or would you prefer me to wait until we?re in a more convenient place?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Well, if you expect the promised pasta might be a good thing to wait, Allie...&quot; she said and pet his snout tenderly &quot;last time I could barely walk, let alone stay awake and I did say I?d feed my Pup!!!!!&quot; winking but teasing him by wiggling her hips, splashing him with the water on her hips and tush, having turned around to face him again looking at him knelt in front of her with a very satisfied grin of joy and love, sighing and stretching, she then leaned her back on the wooden fence and hugged her arms, squishing her boobs together and said &quot;still trying to figure out who I pleased in the cosmic balance to land me such a good boy... If I figure out I?ll let you know, perhaps they?ll take a written complaint?&quot; she laughed and poked her tongue at him.<br /><br />The male gives her a nuzzle to her crotch nevertheless, but otherwise obeys her wishes (he can?t really help it - she?s so appetizing). He murrs and presses into her petting, his tail swinging around wildly behind him, and he nods up at her, &quot;Mhmm. A complaint letter about making me take so long to come say hello?&quot; He winks and then gets back to his feetpaws with a gentle grunt, rubbing his knees before returning to his full height. He then leans back against the wall to make sure she has time under the water to wash out her fur. Letting soap dry, no matter how high-quality, is bad for one?s fur quality, and the last thing he wants is to resign her to split ends, dry strands, or even worse mats. Heaven forbid.<br /><br />&quot;Nah, for sticking you with a fire plug smart ass dork with decent taste in cars... not too sure about boys, though...&quot; she said and splash his face playfully as she rinsed out the soap carefully, she knew her brand, but was appreciative of the silent gesture, humming happily and dancing to a silent song, that seemed to be rock and roll-is from the level of hip and tush shaking involved, definitely not a Waltz... &quot;soooo how do you like your pasta? I was torn between red, white or Pesto... so I uh... bought all three...&quot; she said and again, playfully she added &quot;also got the dino shaped Mac and cheese cause why the hell not?&quot;<br /><br />He giggles and rolls his eyes, &quot;Oh yes, woe is me. I cannot believe my lack of luck. Such a shame.&quot; He is very clearly being the utmost of sarcastic, even the hang-dog drooping of his head added for effect obviously an affectation. He starts to massage her hips as she bounces along to an inner tune, sighing to himself as he watches her body undulate as if specifically for him - lovely. He almost misses her question, but manages to return his attention to her words in time to get the gist. He tilts his head and thinks, &quot;Well I.... Like all three, to be honest.&quot; He gives himself a moment to feel the temperature of the air, the feelings in his chest and head, his body - he finds that if he concentrates enough on ?the now? he can generally suss out a craving. He nods after a few moments, &quot;Pesto, I think. With parmesan, if you have any. If not, I can grab some from my place!~&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What. Kind. Of. Savage. Do you take me for, Allie?&quot; she said doing that punctuating words thing again and giggled &quot;of course I got parmesan, and not the bottle crap, fresh shredded from the wheel!!!&quot; she said and booped his nose and felt the same connection he was getting from Air, feelings and moment and her back shivered cute, from top of ears down to her long tail, a little uncontrollable reflex that made her laugh sweetly &quot;mmmm, yeah...&quot; she said cryptically and reached past over his head to shut down the water, and shivering a bit in the now cooling night air she said &quot;good thing I told you to get towels... shall we head inside?&quot;<br /><br />Allie hugs her to his front as he sees her shiver, his arms wrapping around her waist firmly but gently - there is a certain notion that comes with the way he lays his hands on her, the dog ever-so-gentle, but lightly possessive already. The sort of sensations he evokes, are those created by large men that will quickly become protective, gentle with their wards but fierce if they?re aggressed against. He nuzzles into her wet hair and kisses the top of her head, then diffuses any building tension by teasingly humping against her lower back twice. He lets her go after, then grabs the towels he?d hung on the wall, handing her one and starting to dry himself off as best he can, while also not tangling his mid-length fur.<br /><br />Molly sighed and lightly melted into hat protective embrace, the size difference, the hands holding he just right, the warmth, despite the wet Pup, the kiss on the crown, she closes her eyes and luxuriates in that moment of connection once more, then laughs and eeps exaggerated at the two little humps and says &quot;boys...&quot; with an eyeroll, but pushed back against him before taking the towel and wrapping it around her and vigorously drying off, since her fur was shorter, it was a bit faster so she ended up with a poofy looking green head of hair and a warm towel around her chest under her armpits she said &quot;I&#039;ll get the pasta boiling, and then hurry into my room to fix the hair, it looks stunning but it?s a little bit of a bitch to keep perfect... So...&quot; she shrugged and added &quot;the sacrifices we make to snag Pups... Really&quot; and opened the wooden door for the shower, stepping out into the yard, looking up and seeing the early stars and moon and saying &quot;perfect night...&quot; almost a whisper to herself that kept the threat of getting a permanent smile tattooed on her cheeks.<br /><br />Himself decides to be a bit of a tease and a brat, stepping out of the shower and following her to her place with the towel folded and draped around his neck, not hiding much of anything. He had picked up their clothes before wandering with her to her door, of course, not wanting to just leave them there. He looks around as they enter her place and holds out the towel in his free hand, &quot;Uhm... Where would you like me to put this, Mox?&quot; He assumes there?s a hamper or something somewhere, but he?d rather not just drop it on the floor or something.<br /><br />She chuckled at his show off exhibitionism &quot;mmm eye candy, my favorite!!!&quot; she said and leads the way into the house, tossing him her wet towel and also hanging out naked for a bit she said &quot;well, hamper?s in the bathroom, can?t miss it unless you take a wrong turn and go to the other bathroom in the west wing, but just ask the butler if you get lost!!!&quot; she giggled as she headed to the kitchen to get the pasta going &quot;if you&#039;re not back in a week, I?ll send in the swat team...&quot; she said as she filled up a pot of water, and added her this-is-how-I?ve-always-made-it recipe, some squirts of olive oil, two laurel leaves, 4 peppercorns, and a bit of chicken broth with basil, letting start to boil, and fetching the pesto jar from the pantry to get it ready when the pasta boiled.<br /><br />The bathroom was indeed on the hallway, halfway to her bedroom, small but practical and had enough room for the toilet, a sink, the small-to-standards shower and a washing machine-dryer combo, with a small space next to the sink for toiletries and stuff plus the cabinet behind the mirror. &quot;Water?s boiling, gonna dash to my room to take care of the hair, love... Make yourself comfy in the living room, got some beers in the fridge earlier, if you want one&quot; she said as she walked past, poking her head Three Stooges style in the doorframe.<br /><br />Alder pads down the hall and deposits the towels as well as, making an assumption, her clothing, before folding his own and toting it back out to the living room to make himself comfortable as offered; he can take care of his own laundry. He decides to avail himself of one of the beers after a moment of back-and-forth with himself, but instead of going back into the living room he leans on an area of the kitchen counter that seems unlikely to be in the way of her cooking, waiting patiently for her return in the meantime. He?d probably be doing some of her dishes or something, as a habit, but her sink is empty and her counters are clean, leaving him nothing to do but to sit and wait quietly.<br /><br />Mox came out of the bedroom, still naked but with her head back into a semblance of order, slightly shiny from whatever esoteric products and treatments she put on it, the bandana, sans goggles, back around her head and juuuuust the right touch up of her black lipstick and - today - purple eyeshadow and as she turned the corner and saw him leaning on the counter, she stopped and said, leaning on the wall frame &quot;what, need a map to the living room?, Told you to ask the butler!!!&quot; playful, and kind of realizing their little dynamic she walked and put a hand on his chest, keeping him in place &quot;kidding... You can stay...&quot; and walking around the other side of the counter to check her water, just on boiling point, she tossed in the pasta, calculating by mind the portion of fusilli, and then put the other pot on the stove for the sauce, fetching a beer from the fridge and joining him on the counter lean and toasting him &quot;to you...&quot; with a smile, her hand sneaking behind him on the counter surface to land on the small of his back above his tail &quot;pasta?ll be ready soon... You put the clothes in the hamper?&quot; she asked, the tone implying she meant ALL the clothes.<br /><br />The Pup looks very near to apologizing and removing himself from the kitchen, but her reassurance clears his blush and he relaxes again, even moreso once she places her hand on his fur. He nods, watching her start to cook in earnest. He takes notes as she does so, mentally anyway, and then smiles as she leans against him, clinking his bottle to hers, &quot;Oh please, Mox - to us.&quot; Frankly, he?d probably have flipped over the toast the complete 180 if he?d thought he could get away with it. He murrs and his fur stands up as she starts petting his back, and once again he almost misses her question with his mind elsewhere, but he manages to run it back through his mind after a moment and he nods, &quot;Yup. Put your laundry in, thought I?d take the liberty.&quot;<br /><br />She leaned on his bicep, for comfort and due to height, and sighed, taking a zip of the beer as she waited for the pasta to be done and she said to his toast &quot;To us it is...&quot; and winked, her hand still petting him and massaging his lumbar zone and base of tail, and on a curious whim, she very blatantly leaned forward and looked down at his groin to see how he was faring after the shower handjob, then leaned back down on the counter, casual and chill, the beer holding hand crossed along her chest, supporting her boobs up and the other still petting, sliding higher on his back as she went &quot;mmm, thanks, Allie... but... what about yours?&quot; she asked and her ear twitched as she heard some boilover, she straightened, set her beer on the counter next to him and said &quot;oooh draining time... the pasta, you dork!&quot; giving him a stern wide eyed, but quite playful, warning look, this time realizing the double entendre possibility of her own words and got a colander into the sink and drained the pasta, then emptied the pesto bottle into the pot and got it warm, added the pasta and stirred &quot;let?s give it a minute or two and it?s ready!&quot; she said and sighed &quot;someday I?ll make pesto from scratch, I?ve made red sauce, but never this...&quot; and smiled &quot;mind getting the plates from that pantry over there and setting up the table, Pup?&quot;<br /><br />He slowly but surely melts under her pettings, noticing her glance but not minding it. He?s around a quarter-hard now, responding to her touch probably, and he seems likely to be ready to go again at a moments? notice, yet another benefit of dogs. He holds her close to him with a big, warm hand on the left side of her ribcage, as she leans against his own left side. He rolls his eyes playfully at her ?realization? of her slip, nodding, &quot;I figured, ma?am - don?t worry, I?m not quite that incorrigible. Normally.&quot; <br /><br />At her next ?order,? he nods and pads over to the pantry, getting the plates and then finding silverware, napkins, the lot from the rest of her kitchen before wandering to the table with his spoils, setting it and even making cute little ?crowns? with the napkins he?d found. He returns after, eager to be of service, &quot;Anything else I can do to help, my Queen?&quot;<br /><br />As she stirs the pasta one last time and fetches the fresh shredder parm from the fridge, she says &quot;Well, you can answer my question about your clothes... Don?t think I didn?t notice your clever ruse at evasion!!!&quot; she says as she takes the pot in her hand, covers it with the parm plate and heads to the table; a wooden cutting board on it already just for hot pots and she stops, looking at the crowns and blushing hard, ears pinned on her head and burning red, and even her nose burns, making it twitch in a comical gesture, her tail swishing in surprise and joy &quot;You. Are. The. CUTEST. Dork. Ever!!!&quot; she says and shakes her head, setting the pot on the table and turning, almost tackling him as she hugs him and buries her head on his chest, giggling and for want of what to do with her blush, she hammers her hand on his chest, not hard or anything but a few soft, repeated thuds, looking up with a cute little bashful smile and gleamy eyes, no tears but shiny.<br /><br />Allie chuckles and shrugs, finally responding, &quot;I can deal with my own laundry, Mox, don?t worry. It?s really not a big deal.&quot; He then blinks as she reacts so strongly to his dweeby little paper crowns, holding his arms up a bit stunned as she nearly runs him over to ply him with a hug. He does manage to lower his arms to hug her after a moment, but he has to take a moment before responding to make sure whatever he says doesn?t come across too dismissive or condescending by accident, &quot;Heh. I?ve worked in several kitchens and a hotel, folding the napkins is kind of a habit.&quot; Then it strikes him that she might be thus struck because of her self-assigned honorific, ?Queen,? and he smiles at her before placing the crown he?d made for her place on her head, &quot;My liege.&quot;<br /><br />Mox smiles and kisses his chest, with the napkin crown on her head and nothing else save for the bandana and lets go sighing &quot;Mmm, you told me a bit about that, but this? The napkin folding? It?s just so elegant!&quot; she says, the last word with a mock French tone and she walks, careful not to lose her crown, to her chair, pulling it for herself and sitting, indicating his spot across from her, she had noticed during dinner in his place he sat side to side, but she had always been an across-from-date seater for talking &quot;A very cute gesture, not used to getting such attentions and the crown is perfect, Pup.&quot; she considers insisting on the laundry but decides to drop it &quot;let?s eat, handsome...&quot; she says, taking his plate and spooning a nice offering of the pasta, and then spooning parm on it she says &quot;Say when!&quot;<br /><br />Alder nods, grinning to himself a bit - he?d honestly sort of done this out of habit more than anything, but he?s very glad that it?s been received so enthusiastically. He watches her sit, belatedly berating himself for not having pulled out her chair, then he takes his own with a comfortable sigh. He lets his feetpaws rest against hers lightly as she starts to serve him, nodding, &quot;I?m excited - haven?t eaten since breakfast.&quot; He?d gotten a bit occupied with work (and sleep) and hadn?t managed to eat lunch. He?s used to this, of course, but even so it?s nice to be getting a meal. He considers doing the typical, cheeky, saying nothing at all game with the parmesan, but decides that it?s too fresh and nice for that and waits for a pleasant, even ?snowfall? over the pasta before nodding, &quot;Heh. ?When.?&quot;<br /><br />She hooks her foot with his, playing footsy under the table as she serves and dresses his plate, not making any mention of the chair, either and sets the plate in front of him &quot;weren?t you the one worrying I don?t eat or sleep when working?&quot; she asked with a huffed face and half lidded eyes, cheeks puffed up a bit as she began fixing her own plate and let out a cute tutting sound and huff shaking her head at him, sole of her foot caressing his calf and top of his foot and she said &quot;So help me, if I have to bring sandwiches over and set them on your desk while you work, I. will. do. it.&quot; she said and poked her tongue at him again at his so-perceived hypocrisy &quot;well, you gonna take a picture for your socials, or you gonna dig in? don?t let it get cold!&quot; she said and looked for her beer to toast him again, only to look a bit dismayed at the fact she left it on the counter &quot;could you pass me my beer, love?&quot; she said, clearly a favor and not a command, also getting herself adjusted to which and how the dom-sub dynamic worked.<br /><br />He looks surprisingly excited even at the gentle, pleasant contact of her toes and soles on his lower leg - he has, it seems, a bit of a fixation. He?s quiet about it, hasn?t really said anything, but given their previous interactions and his own reactions to them, it?s becoming increasingly obvious. At her prodding he takes a bite, just having not wanted to preclude her own first bite since she?d made it (even though he?d also let her have the first bite when he?d made her that curry - hypocrisy shows up in many ways here). He shrugs and chuckles, &quot;I used to eat a lot as a teenager, but honestly I don?t eat as much these days. I just am better at gauging when I?m actually hungry.&quot; He pats his belly, which has that jiggle to it, &quot;Clearly I?m doing okay.&quot; He looks over at the counter and nods, not even hesitating for a moment before standing and padding over to retrieve her beer, returning to her side of the table to place it before her, before he himself returns to his seat. He takes another bite of noodles and grins, &quot;This is really good - it?s strange, I didn?t use to like pesto when I was a kid, but later in my life I?ve become an almost unhealthy fan of it. I try to take it easy ?cuz there?s so much oil in it, but goodness is it tasty....&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I know!!!! It?s just that basil and pine nuts taste!!!&quot; she said, smiling and nodding thanks as she takes the beer and clinks it to the neck of his bottle before taking a sip &quot;Fiiiine, I?ll make it Pesto sammiches, as long as you eat.... And your gut is cute, good pillow too!&quot; she said as she ate, the taste of the pasta making her ears twitch happily as she keeps teasing his calves with her feet, and as bit of tabletop conversation she asks &quot;So, if you don?t mind me asking, and feel free to tell me so... How did you realize you were a sub, like did you always know? Stumbled into it?&quot; she asked rally interested and even leaning forward towards him and her tail swishing behind her in curiosity...<br /><br />He once more seems smitten as she continues to tease his legs with her toes, still not commenting on it but very clearly enjoying it as he takes a few more bites of the delectable pasta. Her teasing mention of making him lunch makes him roll his eyes, though he does blush at the compliment of his belly - he?s gotten more okay with it as time has went on, but admittedly it used to be a source of consternation. At least he?s found someone that appreciates it. He tilts his head at her more intimate question, considering turning it down but deciding that if he?s going to be with her she might as well know. He nods to himself and turns his eyes to her, turning a bit more serious, &quot;Well.... Alright. I?ve been with a decent few people in my past. When I was younger, up til... I dunno, age 20? I was dominant, more or less. That is to say, I was big, I was male, and society expected me to be dominant, so I played the part.&quot; He takes another bite, pondering, then continues, &quot;My third relationship uh... Well, it ended in a real shambles. It was.... Not good. I wasn?t well, after it. I found a website for people to play out their fantasies in writing, and I used a persona to start doing so. Initially, I played the same old character I always had, a dominant one, albeit one that was.... Poised? Perfected? Stereotyped? To be such a person. Exactly the sort of tried-and-true, white-bread boring smut character with a penchant for dominance. Christian Grey, though without the toxicity for the most part. On a whim, I eventually decided to make a different character. He was hulking, strong, intimidating.... And tragically submissive. He was sorta the opposite of the first guy, but equally underdeveloped ideologically. Still, when it got to the more raunchy scenes.... I really took to them. So I started questioning myself. And, after a while, I finally came to the conclusion that while society might see me one way - a leader-type, for lack of better phrasing - I wasn?t, in the end. I?m too empathetic and too interested in pleasing for that end of things. I don?t like telling my partner what they should do. One of the reasons my third relationship went so poorly is that I leaned too far into the dominant and ended up doing things I very much regretted, and it turned me into a person on the day-to-day that I didn?t respect, and neither did she. So I play into that expectation as I must in my professional life, but that just makes it all the more uh.... Releasing? When I can finally shed that in my ?home? life.&quot; He takes another bite, mulling over it and failing to make eye contact, realizing he?d went on a bit of a rant by accident.<br /><br />She continued eating, keeping an interested look at his face as he reacted to his question, and when he began speaking, she focused on him, eyes locked with his, peach on green, and as he regaled her with his story, she nodded, not noticing her hand froze mid trip from plate to mouth, so also gasping a little, and found it fascinating, specially since he managed to find his own skin and not conform to whatever anyone else expected of him, she had heard of canines having certain expectations from their packs and families, but she wasn?t too aware of it, just that it was perhaps stronger, logically, in wolves, but to hear something like that first hand, from someone who managed to carve his own path out of it, touched the marten in a very deep way.<br /><br />When he finished and looked away, she reached out, putting the fork down uneaten, and tilted his muzzle to her again, looking at him and nodding understanding and she said &quot;I am so happy and proud for you for realizing that, knowing who you are and reaching for it... I was fortunate, my folks raised me in their shop, so the path was more or less set from the get go, and I loved it, took a knack for it, too, but they always said if I wanted to do anything else it was ok... But there was never a doubt, and well, I did hear a lot about &quot;ohhh, you have to be girly, oh you have to be feminine, no place for small girls in a shop floor&quot;, never at my parents?, mind you, but I did... I just kept becoming me... For good or bad, I?m me... And I promise you, Pup, I?ll try to be the best me I can for you, and I?ll learn to dom you right, as long as you keep being the amazing ?you? I?ve met this past few days, I?ll try to be the best ?me? I can... And the best Queen... For my Pup&quot; she said holding his muzzle steady and petting the side and nose bridge.<br /><br />He lifts his eyes as she lifts his chin, though there?s a hint of reluctance - not to the touch, of course, that he leans into emphatically, but he is just a bit embarrassed and hoping that he didn?t just unload too much too quickly. He seems to relax slowly as she speaks, helped by her touch, and he looks into her eyes with a shy but earnest smile of his own. Eventually he blinks in acknowledgement and then gently removes his face from her hand so he can take another bite of pasta while he formulates a response, &quot;Well.... I?m not necessarily positive that our experiences correlate, but they do seem to hold a poetic parallel. So.... Put it this way. If our relationship were a business, and you knew how best it should be run, telling me what it is that needs doing would facilitate that much better than leaving me guessing. That?s not to say you?ve been doing that, of course, far from it, but if you ever need guidance in what to do, that?s a good base point to start from.&quot; He winks at her and takes a swig of his beer, trying to wash down the taste of his own nervousness with moderate success.<br /><br />&quot;Absolutely, love, not doing the whole my story is bigger than yours thing... Just... Again... Me... But that whole sentiment of being just me, finding my own way and keeping to it has also defined my sexuality, as you have seen and heard, I?m a bit of a tomboy&quot; she said and put a hand on her own cheek and opened her mouth and eyes &quot;I know, shocker!!!&quot; and carried on &quot;Most of my life I grew up with boys around, mostly men only, then in school I also met girls, and well, in college.. both began appealing, both made sense... and a girl swept me off my feet for a few months, so I just grew to think &quot;if I find it hot, I?ll hit it...&quot; so funsies... but I?ll try, I know a thing or two about running a business, and yes, asking is key in that too...&quot; she said, as dinner wrapped up, so she got up took the plates and walked heading to the kitchen to set them in the sink, stopping a moment to lean in, nibble his ear and whisper into it &quot;Also... Parking space seems to be a non issue...&quot; she said, tapping her chest, rounding back to their bedtime talk their first night together and wiggled her way to the kitchen hips swaying.<br /><br />She took the dishes and set them into the sink, starting to wash them, and looking at him over her shoulder, considering they were both still stark naked she said &quot;Pup, I NEED you on your knees behind me... now&quot; she said winking as she began to focus on the dish washing but biting her lip at the sheer desire and anticipation this dog caused in her.<br /><br />He nods along, feeling the need to reassure her, &quot;I didn?t think you were trying to one-up me, don?t worry.&quot; He giggles at her playful acknowledgement of her own tomboyishness and he winks, &quot;Well, would you believe I?ve been attracted to tomboys since..... Forever, honestly? First girl I ever asked out was a wrestling star on my team. Beat the hell out of most every boy she ever went up against. Suppose I should have seen the signs....&quot; He looks distant for a moment, &quot;Heh, but it turned out she was a lesbian, alas.&quot; He shudders as she wanders around to nibble on his ear, nodding at her allusion to his initial metaphor, &quot;I?m glad to hear it.&quot;<br /><br />He seems like he?ll probably just sit and wait for her to be done with dishes, able to see that there?s not really enough space there for him to ?help? without being in the way, but then she solicits his attention and he swallows, &quot;Ah, yes?m.&quot; He pads over and rubs his knees for a second before doing as she asks and kneeling, his knees on either side of her own feetpaws as he remains close - she could probably even use him as a stool at this point if the mood struck her.<br /><br />Her knees parted slightly, keeping her ability to wash, since the kitchen had been built with mid-size people in mind, and he got a nice view and whiff of her meaty labia, clean but fragrant, and slightly shiny with wetness already, and she said &quot;you offered to serve me, Pup, so.. serve...&quot; she said, and a bit of a tease, when she felt him lean in and reach for her pussy, she said with a sexy huff over her shoulder again &quot;other ?door?, Pup&quot; and winked, shivering a little as desire began faring her up again.<br /><br />Allie gazes at that view almost longingly, as if he?d not seen it for ages even if, at worst, it had been a few days (seeing it from this angle is far different than seeing it from standing, after all). He does indeed lean forward to start servicing her slit at her order, but he immediately fixes his course as she requests. He slips his knees further forward so he can fix his posture, then starts to service the aforementioned ?other door? with his broad, warm tongue, more or less gently working on a French kiss with it as she washes the dishes. He rests his own hands on the front of her hip bones to aid her stability thoughtfully as he does so, not wanting her to lose her footing if she happens to be particularly sensitive back here.<br /><br />The marten lets out a girly &quot;OOOOH!&quot; at her obedient Pup?s wet, warm tongue reaching past her cheeks, and laughs, trying to keep at the task at hand, planting her feet firmly on the floor in front of his knees, and wiggling her tush into his hands, sensitive indeed and pushing back against it, &quot;you can grab my ass and really get in there, Pup, remember, big tomboy.. can take it!!&quot; she said and bit her lip a chittering noise escaping her lips at a particularly well placed lap form the canine&#039;s tongue.<br /><br />Alder nods against her cheeks as she assures him he can get even more into it, moving his hands to the sides of her hips rather than the fronts and using his thumbs to pull her cheeks apart, getting more into it. Soon, she finds the naughty dog?s tongue starting to slip into her pucker between licks, his kisses and nibbles growing instinctively more intense as he feels her relaxing for him. He isn?t necessarily someone that?s spent much time learning about eating ass, but he?s plying his other skills to this task with pretty decent success for her.<br /><br />&quot;OHHHH, YEAH&quot; she said, loud again as her need and desire grew, she even had to take a moment to focus, eyes glazing over, as she set down the plate she was soaping up, luckily not rinsing, so no water spent, and held onto the sink?s edge, shivers and chirrups escaping her, she moved one of her feet to push against his thigh with the black soft paw, caressing up and down and loving every second of his rimming, as her puckered little tail star winked in welcome of the wet appendage, if he had noticed the tan fur on her belly and breasts ran down all the way to her groin, he would now discover that it actually covered all the way down her taint and pucker and made a rather cute heart shape on the inner half of her rump, at least from his privileged perspective &quot;GOOOD PUP, GOOD BOY, MY PRETTY LITTLE ALLIE, KEEP IT UP, ALMOST DONE HERE...&quot; she enthused and said firmly &quot;you can stroke yourself, but don?t cum yet, Pup, we?re just getting started&quot;<br /><br />The man murrs as she so vocally expresses her approval, continuing to ply as much attention as he can for her (though it does decrease slightly as one of her feetpaws starts to caress his thigh - that makes his attention fracture and his body start to flex lightly as though he?s holding back some atavistic, involuntary humps). He continues to help hold her steady, though frankly if she needed it she could probably literally sit on his face and he could hold her; he is quite the strong dog and could probably pretty adeptly hold her that way too. He whimpers lightly at the praise, his tail thumping against the floor, and he does reach down to start coaxing his rocket from its sheath fully for her, so that if she looks down between her knees she?ll be able to see it, and his hand stroking it too; naughty, naughty.<br /><br />&quot;Mmmm yes.... good boy... show your Queen how eager you are, you naughty little Pup...&quot; she said and pushed back to desperately get her hole against, around and impaled on his tongue &quot;a good Pup knows his place... on his knees behind her Queen&quot; she said, lewdly on a dommy whim as she resumed rinsing and setting the last dishes unto the plate rack besides her, and now just holding on for dear life to the sink as she luxuriated on her Pup?s tongue.<br /><br />The Pup does indeed know his place, his tongue finally truly working its way into her - this is more or less new territory for him, but he?s finding her reactions very much enjoyable enough to not question it. He moans against her ass quietly as she talks to him, his right hand moving to her lower belly as his left continues to work his cock. He can?t reply verbally, but the sprays of precum on her kitchen floor do wonders to expound on his own thoughts.<br /><br />She leans forward and away from the sink, giving him better access to her tummy and now hanging tits and also pressing herself harder against his tongue, loud moans and huffs echoing in the small trailer, as she enjoys her Pup thoroughly, watching him jerk off and mess her floor up, she notices his knees, how he rubbed them and winced every time he knelt up or down so she said &quot;Pup... take me to bed, the mattress is softer and we can be comfier....&quot;<br /><br />He grins to himself as she moans for him, ever-entranced by the pleasure of his partner. As she invites him to her bed instead he nods, pulling away with a quiet grunt of pleasure before rocking back and standing up with an audible pop - he doesn?t complain, but that sounded like it may have hurt. He picks her up like he had earlier, without so much as a groan of effort, and walks her towards her bedroom.<br /><br />She winces at the knee crack and giggles as he hoists her up, putting her arms around his neck and nuzzling against his cheek, her tush warm to the touch on the hand he places nearby and she playfully kicks her feet out, swinging them as he goes to the bedroom &quot;you ok, Pup, that sounded not too cool, do we need to check the chassis?&quot; she asked in a sweet tone, and when they entered the bedroom, a small space but that screamed her, clothes in the closet or strewn around the place, some books, comic books and a laptop on a small table and a decently sized bed, not as huge as his, of course but spacious enough, she kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear after taking a nibble on it &quot;I wouldn?t be opposed to being thrown into bed by my big, strong savage Pup...&quot; and laughed, wiggling her tush in his grasp.<br /><br />He tossed her onto the bed, per her wishes, and he smiles at her concern afterwards and pats his knees, &quot;I have hypermobility, among other issues. I?m strong, but my joints aren?t very good. I like kneeling on soft things, but hard things should probably be kept to a minimum in general. Soft things even probably aren?t wise for extended times, either, but they?re a lot easier.&quot; The more you know! He doesn?t seem in the slightest resentful that she?d had him kneel behind her like that; she?d not known, and he?d voluntarily obeyed, so any adverse effects are his fault. He leans over the bed and kisses her nose, staying standing for now while he waits to learn her newest desires.<br /><br />MX landed on the bed on her back, giggling and kicking up and shaking her legs, hair bouncing along with tits, and she lay there, looking up at him, chittering at the nose kiss, leaning on her elbows, she scanned him up and down, focusing on the sexy places, and boy were there many, biting her lip and winking, blatantly staring at his dick she said, in mock prayer &quot;lord thank you for this bounty I?m about to partake in!!!&quot; and then pat the bed next to him &quot;Come, Pup... not as big as yours but we can still both fit in these ol? bed...&quot; she said sultry and moved her hands over her breasts and stomach seductively &quot;beside I got a feeling you?re already quite built up and I don?t wanna lose an eye!!!&quot; she chuckled.<br /><br />The Pup blushes as she shamelessly ogles him, his half-hard dick growing harder under her gaze - even if he is a touch shy and bashful, it seems that he also is enough of an exhibitionist to get off on being looked at so lewdly. Perhaps he?s aroused slightly by the embarrassment? Difficult to say, more to unpack later. He looks at the bed as she pats it and rolls his eyes playfully, crawling on beside her and laying on his side, propping his head up by resting his cheek on his palm, &quot;You already got me off once, I don?t think you?re in too much danger of ocular dispossession.&quot; He does seem to enjoy her show, though, nibbling on his lower lip as she pets herself; sexy~<br /><br />&quot;Darling, you?re carrying ordinance down there...&quot; she said and rolled onto her side as well nuzzling nose to nose and reaching down, she slid a hand down his chest tracing his abs under the fur and licked his lips just as her hand began teasing the length and tip in a circular motion, then wrapped around, gauging how hard he was by cupping the knot in her palm and coating him nice and well with the pre she collected &quot;and your tongue got me so worked up, I might confess I?m the one who can?t wait...&quot; she chuckled and pushed him by the shoulder with her other hand, again, relishing the idea of the smaller girl pushing and controlling her Pup a bit too much and she leaned to lay her torso over his, squishing the warm soft boobs, nipples hard little bumps in their inverted folds, and she kept stroking him as she used her other hand upstairs to tickle his chin and nose bridge &quot;Is my pretty little Puppy pent up? did he enjoy licking his Queen?s butt?&quot; she said and moved up a bit, size difference meaning she had to let go of his rocket for a second to whisper in his ear, sultry and soft &quot;whimper for me, Pup!&quot; as she trailed kissed down his crown, forehead, between his eyes, nose, a long, deeper kiss on his lips, and as she began trailing down his neck, collarbone and torso, when she was about to pass the navel frontier, she instead kissed his belly button and straddled his hips, hands on his chest and looking down at him as she began rubbing her sex and butt hole along his length, burning hot, undulating her hips and chirruping &quot;mmmm nice, hard Puppy cock, good, pretty Boy!!!!&quot;<br /><br />Allie smiles as she rolls toward him, then his body starts to shiver as she slides her hand down his front - she?s incorrigible, and he loves it. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, soaking in the sensation of her hand caressing his length again and offering a small chuckle, &quot;Well I?m glad you?re so eager, my Queen. I?m always happy to be of - ah!~.... - of service.&quot; He lets out a cute little surprised noise as she pushes him onto his back, as always surprisingly easy to manhandle given their size difference. He starts petting her back with his fingers to ground himself as she teases two of his more sensitive spots at the same time, his beard and his cock. He blushes at being called pretty, nuzzling her hand enthusiastically and then whimpering almost instantly as she orders him too, as if he?d anticipated her desires. Actually, it was sort of a mix between his dick being let go and the feminine compliment that got the noise to escape his throat, but he?d happily take credit anyway. Her question solicits a nod, but before he can offer any verbal response he melts into the luxurious line of kisses running down his face and body, tail thumping in anticipation as he opens his eyes to watch - by the time she reaches his belly button he?s pretty much fully erect again, the very slightest hint of swelling within his sheath showing where the knot she?d been looking for is. He starts to pant needily as she straddles him, the heat of her crotch tugging at his instincts and bringing out that humping habit of his, &quot;Th-thank you, ma?am....!~&quot;<br /><br />She pet his tummy and navel with both hands grinding against his hard on sandwiching it between his groin and her soaked nethers, the back with Pup spit, the front, well... all natural marten juice, and she huffed and bit her lip, tossing her head and hair back as she planted her hands for support on his thighs and wiggled, rubbed and rocked back and forth, her torso straight and pressing her tits forward, and she winked at her lovely boyfriend with a little mischief in her eyes as she slid one hand down between them pushing back on his sheath as she grabbed him and lifted him up guiding him &quot;look, Pup, don?t look away... for my next trick!!!&quot; she said and instead of aligning his manhood with her sex, she pushed it slightly back further, bringing that taper of a tip against her puckered tail star, teasing the tip with the pink ring and letting some more pre shoot against it in preparation, lifted herself halfway up and to the side on one leg to give him a good view and began inching down onto his dick, breaching the tight pucker &quot;Hufff....ah.... d... don?t try this at home... we?re all pro...fessionals here&quot; she said and giggled as she took at least the first two inches of him into her back door &quot;holy... that feels good!!!&quot; she whispered and kept petting his tummy with both hands now he was secured, sliding down inch by inch.<br /><br />Alder?s eyes clearly lose focus with the pleasure as her nectar (and admittedly no small amount of his own saliva) slicks over his cock as she glides back and forth along him. He rests his hands lightly, instinctively, on her thighs as she works him, trying his best to re-align his vision as she tells him to look at her for some sort of ?trick?. He lets out a little moan as she grabs his rocket, indeed releasing several viscous sprays of precum for her as she aligns her pucker with his tip. One of the selection of benefits to his shape, is that it?s quite easy to aim that prodigious liquid when desired, even into a small space like her pucker. Similarly, the spade-shaped taper of his tip means that as she starts to sink onto him (bare skin, this time; bliss~), her body will likely have an easier time accepting him than it might if he were, say, a stallion with a more flat head. He huffs and almost leans his head back, but remembers her order and forces his neck to hold fast, though he can?t help but to chuckle breathily at her joking. He smiles proudly as she seems almost surprised at how good he feels, the thick, curved shaft likely pressing firmly against the furthest-back reaches of her clitoral structure, &quot;G-good!~&quot; His belly twitches and flexes under her hands, both from her petting and from the pleasure as she sinks onto him inch by prolific inch (or prolific for a dog, anyway).<br /><br />She bit her lip and actually had to stop halfway down, still holding him with her hand down between his legs, as she adjusted to that invasive girth breaching her rear entrance, moaning as it throbbed and painted her insides with that amazingly practical shape and flow of pre, she squeezed the part still outside to keep him stimulated as her eyes grew wide and her nostrils flared, taking short, hot breaths and looking down at him with a blush, she said softly &quot;H... had never... uh... y?know... done it... there? but Pup is so pretty to resist!&quot; she confessed as she took a minute or two to let her body adjust to the new experience &quot;does Puppy feel good?&quot;<br /><br />He huffs as she gives him a squeeze, but he manages to stop himself from thrusting even though his hips flex for the motion; she seems to need a moment, and he?s not a selfish lover. He headtilts as she stammers that this is her first time and then he looks off to the side with another blush. She must have been curious for a while about this, he can?t be the only reason; this isn?t a spur-of-the-moment thing to do, generally. He swallows and gives her a wan grin, &quot;Heh uhm.... Would you believe, first time for me too?&quot; Whether she does or not, it is - he may not be huge but he has enough girth about him that all of his previous partners had just... Never let him, not that he asked particularly often anyway. Was he curious? Sure. Was it a necessity? Not at all. He groans as another inch slips into her, his precum lathering with his slobber to lube her passage up quite smoothly, &quot;Y-yes, my Queen - different, but quite nice!~&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oooh a night of firsts for the two of us!!! yay?&quot; she said as she began getting the hang of it... and actually, dorky cute, offered him a high five as she snorted, took a deep breath and began sliding down as she felt herself slightly better lubed up taking in a couple more inches, and as she kept going, she made sure to hold the part where the knot would swell out, finally stopping with just that part out of her and gasping, a shiver making her breasts jiggle, and she looked down at him &quot;my Puppy?s so pretty when he blushes!!!&quot; she said and began sliding back up to acclimate to the motion hand on his navel and thigh for support and more belly petting &quot;hold on to your Queen?s thighs, Pup, I?m gonna ride you raw tonight, Cowboy!!!&quot;<br /><br />Allie looks up at her hand and giggles, but doesn?t leave her hanging, smacking her palm with a satisfying pop. He had done literally the same thing when his first-ever girlfriend had agreed to date him, embarrassingly enough. He shudders as she slides her way all the way down to the budding bulge of his knot, taking in a shaky breath and only blushing deeper at the compliment, inner ears reddened and nose almost purple. He does as asked, reaching out with those big soft hands and wrapping them around her thighs with his thumbs tucked neatly in the crease, readying himself for what sounds like a rather raucous evening.<br /><br />She wiggles her hips in Allie?s hands playful but actually stops a second, eyes wide as she forgot for a second she was basically impaled on doggy dick in an entirely new location, so she froze and gulped &quot;oh.. Right... Uh... Yes, one moment... A ride of a lifetime coming right up!&quot; she said, sheepish and, in her defense, did actually start to hump up and down, each thrust making her slicker and more comfortable on the bounce, as she steadied herself and began picking up speed, chirruping and ears twitching eyes wide and locked into his gaze, licking her lips as she kept his knot in check and pet his belly, and liking he earlier reaction and since the higher ground allowed it, she reached up and began tickling his beard again, curling it on her fingers and pulling not too hard as she began gaining confidence, her hips sped up &quot;OOOOOOH, big boy, good Puppy, goood boy!!!&quot; she praised him and got into a steady eager rhythm, huffing and moaning as her own desire grew past the first shock, and enjoyment increased, if the smearing of his groin and navel form her sex were indicators.<br /><br />Alder grunts as she wiggles her ass, his cock slipping around haphazardly within her and causing his toes to curl with the sensation. He winks at her self-realization, not wanting her to feel like she?s actually garnering any ire from him over taking her time, &quot;N-no worries, Queen, I know it p-probably takes adjustment.&quot; As she starts to ride him he moans lightly, pressing his head into the pillow. He doesn?t strictly need her to keep his knot in check for him, but at the same time it feels quite good so he?s not liable to complain. As she starts to fondle his beard his tail thumps against the bed, his chin pressing instinctively into her palm as his knot slowly but surely swells in her other; quite the pair of handholds she?s found. More and more of his pre continues to paint her walls, the lesser amount of lubrication from within her own body (though not, to be fair, none at all) at least aided by his own generous body. He smiles at her moans and whimpers excitedly at the praise, bending his knees so that his feetpaws are against the bed, helping him to rotate his hips up and give her even better purchase on his rod - what a considerate pet!~<br /><br />The angle change does wonders for her, and she smiles down, gasping as she wiggles a second time this time already adjusted, so it results In a hot jostle of his rod in her as she begins gathering speed, the earlier shower fooling around, the naked dinner, the kitchen rimming, and of course the amazing day spent working and having fun on his dream project had her really built up and needy for the pleasure they mutually brought, she kept teasing his chin, yanking his beard and scritching under it ass he gave the knot a welcoming squeeze of her hand, and as she had read up and demonstrated in the shower, she wrapped her middle and ring fingers around it and squeezed as she pistoned her hips into his, slamming him home into her guts with each slam, the bed creaking and squeezing a little under them &quot;FUUUUUUCK, PUPPY, I N....EEDED THIS, I NEEDED YOU.... GOOOD BOY, GOOOD BOY, OH.... ALLLIE.... FU.... PUP...IT?S SO DARN GOOD&quot; she began stammering, and as it had been made apparent in their first session together, the increase on volume could only mean one thing, one thing in two perspectives, 1) he was a very, VERY good Pup, and 2) she was a very happy Queen on the way to a world shattering climax.<br /><br />He?s a bit surprised that she?s managing to pull on his beard, though it?s rather lovely actually - the hairs are fairly short, but she seems to be managing, and it?s very clear indeed that the canine enjoys being manipulated - there are several ways in which that has already been seen, and several more yet to be discovered by this particular fiend, using his cock like a toy much to his own pleasure. Being a toy is, after all, among his favorite things. He gasps as she fake-ties him, his cock throbbing between her fingers as they wrap around the slender root behind the bulb, even more precum starting to line her insides as he seems to suddenly ramp up closer to his own orgasm. She is likely to hit hers first at this rate, but it seems pretty likely that he?s close behind, and her poor blankets are feeling the wrath of his curled toeclaws because of it, &quot;T-take it my Queen, it?s yours!~&quot;<br /><br />She moves her hand from his beard for a second to his cheek, patting it and rubbing it as praise for the right words, telling her to take it, then curls her fingers around his facial hair and focuses on scratching the chin beneath as she huffs and moans, the loud chittering growing as her thrusts become less coordinated, more erratic and her abdomen visibly pulls taut on itself &quot;GODS, PUPPY.... IT?S SO GOOOD, SUCH A GOOD BOY MY PRETTY LITTLE PUP, OHHHHH....OHHH YESSSSS!!!!&quot; she screams, a last deep thrust that even threatens to knot herself as she goes wide eyed and cums, squirting hard along his groin and down to his knot and balls, riding it out &quot;OH, OH... PUP, OHHHHH,AAAHHHHHHH&quot; is all she manages to get out as she finally relaxes, and collapses onto his stomach, squishing him with breasts again and looking up at him, her chin on the back of her own hand and pants &quot;goood.... puppy....&quot;<br /><br />She slowly, gingerly, as if getting her legs below her slides him out, letting him slap against her messy sex and butt and sliding up to kiss him, deep and hot and needy, she rubs noses with him as she rolls off him to the side and she says &quot;do something for me Pup... Sit....&quot; she says, using the basic canine command as request for him to scoot over onto his butt with a wicked idea in her mind.<br /><br />Allie watches her cum with an expression of a man starved for that vision; it hasn?t even been that long since he?d made her cum before, but he?d apparently already been craving it again. As her belly grows taut, her face somehow both slack and tense with the pleasure, he reaches down and nefariously circles her clit with his thumbpad to prolong and intensify her climax. He doesn?t actually quite cum himself (though her walls threaten to milk it out of him belatedly), but he doesn?t really mind, and as she slides off of him he gives her a little hug and a smooch on her scalp. He seems a little disappointed as she rolls off of him, a big fan of aftercare cuddling, but then another order comes down the wire. He nods, grunting, then sits himself up, &quot;Cross-legged, or....?&quot; Either way, he props himself up with his palms on the mattress, his cock laid out before him and leaking an amount that would give a plumber a coronary.<br /><br />She nods approvingly as he sits, and reaching behind him, she teases a finger up his spine from the base of his tail until her entire hand is resting on the back of his head, rubbing and digging her fingers into his mohawk, and with a soft, sexy wink and voice she says &quot;come here, Pup&quot; and guiding his head down she again manages to ply him into motion, lying him on his side and guiding his head forward, towards that plumber?s catastrophe between his legs until his nose can pick up the probably familiar scent of his pre, and closer, lifting his hips with her other hand and petting him, licking her lips at the sight, once she manages to work his flexible body into nose-meet-taper she leans down and keeping her face inches from his, she whispers another command &quot;lick, Pup...&quot;<br /><br />He shivers and his back goes rail-straight as her finger slips up his spine, his fur all standing on-end as she does so. He even lets out a surprised little, ?oh,? of a moan. He immediately starts to relax as her fingers start to comb through his medium-length hair, his back starting to curve forward even before she starts to help him. Initially he?s a bit confused, but he goes with it, a bit more slowly than he does most of the time simply because it?s easier to roll him over than to fold him in on himself, but as she starts lifting his legs he gets the idea. He clears his throat quietly, then scoots down toward the foot of the bed before he rolls back, letting her help him to rotate his hips up and over his face. He actually used to do this quite a bit as a teen, not that he ever actually got anywhere with it, but it?s been a while so her help is appreciated. He sprays his face with pre and blinks, then lets his muzzle part enough to let that long, broad tongue of his slip out to curl around his glans; luckily he?s never minded how he tastes, so as the precum starts to coat his tongue he just takes it in stride.<br /><br />&quot;Good, Pup, that looks so hot!!&quot; she says and pets his ears and hair, keeping him in place as he wraps on himself, huffing as she still recoils from her own after glow, she helps him by holding his dick steady with her hand, and teases the top of the knot with the promise of another fake knotting watching in lewd delight as he services himself &quot;such a pretty Puppy obeying his Queen like a good boy, Allie, Good doggie&quot; she praises and leans down, bringing he head level with his and nuzzling him she licks whatever part of his sticky cock he doesn?t fit in his mouth and licks his lips and nose &quot;see why your Queen is absolutely fucking crazy about your dick, my Pup?&quot;<br /><br />The male starts to slowly relax into the position, and even though it?s admittedly not very comfortable the fact that he?s able to pleasure himself does in fact add an aura of enjoyment. He moans quietly as she starts to help him, adding to the pleasure as he manages to take the first couple of inches into his own muzzle. He starts to bob his head curiously, having not done this in.... Over a decade probably? He has since picked up a bit more skill and nuance, even if he?s not actually had any other cocks in his muzzle, so soon his mouth is veritably lined with his pre. He isn?t entirely sure he could get himself much further than this on his own, but with her help he might just manage something he never has before...<br /><br />Mox approached the remaining dick with her own mouth and kept pleasuring his nose and lips as she pet his head and lower back, actually wrapping her lips sideways on the length as she kept caressing and teasing the swollen knot, helping him double service himself and moaning as she let him adjust and the back of the head petting turned into slightly more shove to see if he could take a bit more, if not, she?d take care of the rest, the sight just enough to drive her wild with lust even after her massive climax a few seconds earlier.<br /><br />He grunts as she starts to bend him further, taking a moment to focus on releasing his muscles and then once more relaxing into it. It?s a bit harder to breathe than he remembered, but then again back then he also wasn?t into breath play. At his very limits he manages five inches or so of his cock, interestingly devoid of a gag reflex, so soon enough he?s slurping his own rocket as if he does this all the time. As she squeezes his knot just so it starts to throb in her palm again, his balls beginning to tighten up just slightly; he?s not on the verge quite yet, but he?s definitely approaching it.<br /><br />She takes the rest of the dick in her mouth and sucks on it licking it from the side and spiraling and flicking her tongue as much and as best as she can, so intimate, lewd and hot her breath warming over the wet parts ass he begins wrapping her fingers around his knot in earnest a moan and chitter eliciting further breath waves &quot;mmmm, good boy!!!&quot;<br /><br />Alder?s toes curl cutely as his balls tighten close to his knot, the throbbing increasing as she gives him a good ?tying? and praises him so kindly. He starts to actually hump, insomuch as he can, and after all the buildup of his first anal he manages to release with a groan. From here she can see the cum pulsing through his shaft, rope after rope shooting directly into his own muzzle; lewd. He huffs and shudders, moans and shivers, and then he finally pulls back and flops out flat with his legs off the end of the bed before he blacks out from lack of oxygen. He then looks right into her eyes and makes a point of swallowing; waste not, want not!~<br /><br />She kept stimulating his knot and the part of his dick not in his mouth, kissing, licking and sucking on it and when he felt him shiver and empty, she let him ride it out, her hand around his knot as she peppered his face, head and nose bridge with kisses encouraging &quot;good boy, Pup, cum for your Queen, good boy, very good Puppy!!!&quot; she whispered sweetly, and when he un rolled and lay flat on her bed, she rolled onto him, squishing her tits against his chest, lying along his chest, even lifting a leg up as she had done when rolling in his bed for a rubber, and kissed him deep, catching some of his cum on her tongue before he swallowed, but mostly hungry for contact, for his embrace and warmth and tenderness...<br /><br />&quot;That. was. amazing...&quot; she spoke, with her cute little affectation and smiling down at him as she leaned on her arms over his chest &quot;you are one hot Puppy and... I... I think... no, I know... I love you, Allie!&quot;<br /><br />Allie murrs as she rolls onto him and hugs her against his barrel chest, relaxing in the afterglow of the praise and the climax. He headtilts and looks down at her as she admits her feelings, considering it for a moment before nodding, &quot;Well, I believe you I think - just be careful with your heart. I?m fairly certain I can be trusted with it, but we?ve only known each other a few days.&quot; He kisses her forehead, &quot;Still, I like you a lot and I think this has a whole bunch of potential, and I really like how you?ve been treating me particularly in the bedroom so I hope to earn that sentiment. In the meantime, let?s get comfy and get some sleep - we have some clear-coating to do tomorrow!~&quot; He scoots up the bed and rests his head on a pillow, his feetpaws off the end of the bed by a couple of inches as he lays out flat, patting his chest invitingly.<br /><br />&quot;Well, I guess that was my way of saying I cleared parking space in the garage?&quot; she chuckled and kissed his nose, then playfully bapped his snout as his scooted up with her on top, his arm comforting around her and she said &quot;I see the potential too, Pup... love how you?ve been treating me too... yes even in bed!!!!&quot; she giggles and kisses him again, softly and sweet as she nuzzles up into his chest and relaxes &quot;work, work, work, that?s all you think about!!!&quot; she mock-scorns, and kisses his chest as she slowly drifts into sleep, happy and spent...<br /><br /></span>",
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