The Lioness


March 1893, Marceline

The window to the third-floor bedroom was open, which left the room fresh and airy and allowed the thin curtains to roll with the cool spring breeze. Scamp's triangular ears were caught in the same breeze, and fluttered against the side of his head. The gray furred mutt looked around the small bedroom he shared with his lover on the top floor of his parent's Victorian home. Its wooden floor was covered with matching rugs and gleaming, chocolate toned furniture that was touched up with silver accents. Its primary feature was the large bed decked out in rich, purple bedding, which he knelt upon alongside the woman was absolutely infatuated with.

The Pomeranian mix shook her head and groaned through shivering lips that not long ago had been hungrily wrapped around his shaft. She lay on her back in the bed with Scamp poised on his knees between her spread legs, bracing himself with an arm to each side of her head. Angel’s golden furred body jarred violently with every impact of his pelvis so that her floppy ears bobbed back and forth. Her soft fur was ruffled and damp with sweat, which caused her bare tits to glisten in the shaft of sunlight that came from the nearby window. Angel reached her arms out behind her, bracing herself against the headboard. Her arms gave way a little on each impact, but it was enough that her body didn't move as much, letting her take more of Scamp's pounding.

“God you feel wonderful Scamp,” she said to him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and her body barely moved as the mutt rammed himself deeper and deeper.

He fought off his climax mightily, slowing down the pace and relishing every extra thrust he got. If he was looking for a reason to take it slow, all he got was a soft moan from her. Since Angel had braced herself against the headboard, it had rapidly become a losing struggle. He knew at this stage he could lose it pretty much whenever he wanted. He had to contend against the sound of her gasping and moaning, along with his own huffing. Add on to that the very noticeable sound of the headboard beating against the wall and his balls slapping against her ass, and Scamp knew it was only moments before they both blew.

Both dog's breath was coming faster now, and he saw the look in her eyes intensify with every thrust. He was still holding back, wanting to make sure she had as long as possible to climax before he lost it. She must have known he was holding back, waiting for her to tell him it was OK. Without saying anything, she let go of the headboard and lightly pushed Scamp's shoulders away from her, then nodded. Scamp thanked god that Angel was ready. He would definitely last longer going slow and deliberate, but her tight folds just felt too good for that right now. He buried himself inside her up to his balls before repositioning. Bringing his knees forward a little, he took some of the weight off of his arms and gave himself better leverage.

“Almost...there,” he said, his voice tight with the strain. There was an added little push with his hips now at the end of every thrust.	

Angel opened her legs a little more, her ankles coming to rest on top of Scamp's calves. He watched her face intently, taking delight in her expressions of pleasure. From there he let his eyes wander down her body, watching the subtle shaking of her soft breasts as he rammed his hips against her.

“I can't hold it.” Angel whimpered. “Together...”

And with that Scamp threw his head back as he thrust deep into her. Scamp felt his whole-body tense as his cock twitched and let his load flow. The orgasm was intense and made it hard for him to concentrate on the sounds of Angel likewise letting loose beneath him. But from the sounds of it, hers was just as powerful. Finally, he collapsed on top of the hot Pomeranian, completely breathless.

“Angel...” Scamp started, wanting to say something but unable to find the words. He could feel his erection waning inside her as he pulled himself out.

“Mmmm, Tenderfoot?” Angel purred underneath him, completely content. She wrapped Scamp in her arms, as best she could, hugging him tightly into her body.

“Just stay here for a second,” she whispered, as she ran her hands up his slender arms, feeling his tensed muscles as he supported himself over her. Her hands roamed over his chest, where there was a cute little patch of gray fur.

“I could stay here a lot longer than that.” Scamp took in a deep breath, smelling Angel's fur so close, her scent mixing with that of her perspiration. He pulled his head back enough to look down into her bright blue eyes.

“Stay as long as you like.” She stroked the back of his head while he caught his breath, knowing how much he enjoyed the gentle scratching.

The mutt felt Angel reach down and run her hands over his thighs. He had been careful to keep his hips away from hers while they rested. Minutes passed as they basked in each other's warm glow. As their breathing returned to a more even pace, Scamp felt Angel's hands grip his hips and guide him forward a few inches, until his firm shaft rubbed lightly against the pom's folds. He was a little surprised, almost startled when she chuckled, batting her eyelashes at him.

“You're getting hard again already?” The smirk on her face was full of mischief and burgeoning arousal.

“Already? I've been growing hard for at least five minutes.” He flashed her a goofy smile as he shifted himself to sit upright on his legs, kneeling between her spread thighs. “You're the one who wanted to rest, not me. I've had plenty of time to recover. Besides, watching and listening to you ride that slick wave was a huge turn on for me."

“I'm glad you enjoyed the show, Tenderfoot.” Angel playfully smiled up at Scamp, her hands moving around to cup his balls and stroke his shaft. She noticed that he wasn't completely hard, so she took her time getting him there. “But give me a moment to catch my own breath.”

“Did I tucker you out?” The gray mutt ran his hands in front of her, gently cupping and squeezing her right breast. He felt her body tremble in response, while his own cock throbbed in her hand at just the thought of another go. Having her stroke his shaft while they stared at each other just made its growth ever faster. “Or you think you can hold up for another round?”

“As if!” The blonde canine hiked her legs back and wrapped them around his hips, and peered up at him with a playful grin. “Get over yourself, house pet! That wasn’t but a warm up, as soon as I have my wind back you’ll have your work cut out for you.”
	
He removed his hand from her chest and brought it over the woman's calves, letting his fingers dig into the flesh while sliding through the fur. Their eyes met again and he felt Angel stop stroking him, and instead let his cock lay across her mound. Even without entering her he could feel wet, inviting warmth radiating from there. It took all of his restraint not to simply thrust straight forward.

“Oh, Scamp.” The blonde pom closed her eyes and murred impulsively. “What would I ever do without you?” 

Scamp’s expression hardened visibly, his ears perking forward. Something about the tone of her voice struck a chord. One that had ben simmering since she first told him about her foray with a particular dalmatian railroader. He let one of her legs slide out of his grasp, while he let the other lean against his body, hiking vertically in line with his torso.

“You’d find another. Rather quick.” He drummed his fingers on her calf. “Some lucky damsel who owes her life to you. That’s the story you told me, at least.”

“Okay. I deserve that.” Angel’s smile waned and she seemed to know immediately of her mistake. She quickly tried to deflect an acquisition that was inevitable. “But Dolly is no replacement for you. No one could take that spot in my heart.”

“That so?” His tone was short and he looked away. “Coulda fooled me.” 

She let go of his cock and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could speak to him close to eye to eye. She paused for a second before speaking in a soft tone. “Scamp, if you’re uncomfortable with Dolly and I, I can break things off with her.” 

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with her,” he snapped. “It’s just one day you came home with a girlfriend, and I didn’t even know! I thought we were supposed to talk about any new partners first? Not just jump into bed with them.”

She looked past him for a moment and her big, floppy ears went backwards. Scamp tilted his head, his brow raised. He could feel the muscles in her legs tensioning up. 

“You’re right. I should have turned her away until we talked.” Angel spoke in a low tone, her head lowered but her gaze cast up at him apologetically. “Things just happened so fast and spiraled and I just stopped thinking.” 

“Yeah, well, it still wasn’t fair.” He frowned, a few wrinkles appearing in his brow. “I’ve been thinking about it since you first told me. For what it’s worth I do like her. I would have approved! But you never asked what I thought.” 

“You’re right. I wasn’t thinking outside the moment, and I didn’t stop to take you into account.” She raised her head up to look him in the face, ears pinned back. “I’m sorry, Scamp. I wronged you. Can you accept my apology for that?”

Scamp looked away, his eyes drifting out the nearby open window. A moment passed while he mulled things over. When he did speak again, his words were slow and drawn out. 

“It's going to take a bit, but I believe you when you say you’re sorry.” He gently replied.  

“Oh, Scamp. Thank you.” Angel’s body visibly relaxed and she lay a hand on his shoulder. Pressed up as he was against her, he felt the tension leave her frame. “I’ll let Dolly know that we talked and let her down gently.” 

“I didn’t say you had to break things off with her!” The terrier  

Angel’s ears perked back in surprise, and the tension was back. “But...!”

“No, no, that's fine.” He cut her off with a soft tone. “I don't want you to break it off. I just wanted you to talk to me first. I’m not mad that you found her, just that you didn’t say anything.”

“I don’t think I could continue my relationship with her, knowing that I hurt you.” 

A light smile turned up the ends of his mouth as he looked back down at her. “How about this? After your next date, take a break from her.” He patted the side of her hip. “Let’s focus on each other.” 

“Will that help?” 

“It’s going to take some time,” There came a soft chuckle. “But I still love you.” 

“Okay, I can do that...and I won’t make the same mistake again.” 

“That’s good!” Scamp nuzzled the side of Angel’s calf. “Because well…while we’re talking about it. There’s someone I want to talk to you about.”

Angel’s eyebrows hiked, her surprise coupled with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Oh! Did my tenderfoot catch someone’s eyes?”

“Oh, I'm sure you might have captured a hint or two!” Scamp tilted his head to the side making one floppy ear stand up at an odd angle and hiked a shoulder. “But take a guess anyway.”

“Vitani?”

Her deadpan statement caused Scamp’s ears to kick back. “Is it that obvious?” 

“She’s been giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes for months.” Angel smirked, shuffling a little on the bed. “I couldn’t miss it if I tried.” 

“Ye-hah.” Scamp felt his cheeks glow and he looked away sheepishly. “I wasn’t entirely sure. She’s a little hard to read at times. But there was just something that was clicking.”

“There was this time a few months back, you were still in the yard getting cars tied down, and I went to the Watering Hole ahead of you.”

“Oh yeah! The week we had those odd rain showers follow us!” Scamp tilted his head so that one ear stuck out at an odd angle which reminded Angel of his father. She found that as he grew older, Scamp was starting to take a resemblance to the Tramp. “I still don’t know what that was about. Clear skies everywhere except for wherever we happened to be.” 

“Yeah, she seemed very preoccupied and nervous. Jumped when I greeted her.” 

Both of Scamp’s eyebrows rose. “That doesn’t sound like ‘Tani.”

“She asked me about how I felt about life with you, and hinted that there was someone she was eyeballing.” Angel leaned back onto the bed, stretching her arms out above her head. “I think she was getting a bead on us, trying to decide if she was going to make a move.”

“Slick. I suppose that means you approve of my proposing to her?” He said before he brought his hand down in a light smack against her upturned hip.

“Yeah,” Angel whimpered from the slap, her lower lip quivering. “Toss the idea at her and see what happens. She seems laid back and she’s blunt enough that if we’re totally wrong about her she’ll tell you!”  

“Hah!” Scamp snorted. “If we’re wrong, she’ll probably punch me.”

Angel laughed. “Oh yeah? Well I hope you know how to duck!”

“And I hope you know how to run!” Scamp flashed a toothy smile. “’Cause I know who she’ll go after next.” 

“Sounds like a risky endeavor for the both of us!” The blonde canine hiked her legs back and wrapped them around his hips, and peered up at him with an equally playful grin. He felt her hook her ankles behind his pelvis and leaned forward from between her legs, taking his weight back on his hands. 

“Angel...” The mutt sighed. 

“Mmmm, Tenderfoot?” Angel slipped his now erect shaft forward, guiding the head towards her sex 

“No more secrets, okay.” He was resting on his forearms now, holding his head scant inches from hers. 

“I promise.”  

The head of his shaft touched her folds, and he felt how warm and wet they were, waiting to be parted for his entry. She shifted her legs against his, clamping him between them in encouragement. Scamp pushed his hips forward slowly, his head pushing past her lips easily before meeting resistance. Angel held onto his shoulder as he increased the pressure, until her sex gave way to his in almost a rush, taking in his first two inches before he could stop himself. He wanted to slam forward, until his balls slapped against her ass and he was engulfed in her heat. But he saw something in her expression, almost a flinch as he penetrated her that made him stop instantly.

“You okay?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.

“Just getting accustomed again,” Angel said. While she'd been with one guy who was longer, none had been as thick as Scamp, and he felt delicious filling her up. “You can be a little rough around the edges.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Scamp said a little sheepishly. He drew himself out of her and slowly drove himself back in.

“Don't be, I like it.” With that, Angel pulled Scamp down by the neck, kissing him passionately before saying, “I want to feel all of you inside me. Then…round three I want you to tie me up and let’s fuck like junkyard dogs.”

Scamp pushed his hips forward, slowly, until Angel felt his hips pressing against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, smiling at one another until Angel gave a slight nod of her head. Scamp slowly pulled away from her, almost completely, and then slowly forward until he was engulfed inside her again.

Angel half grunted, half moaned when she felt the impact. Scamp didn't need any more encouragement. With how wet she was there was more than enough lubrication. Each stroke got less and less of that little flinch from Angel, letting Scamp eventually work in and out of her in a steady and deliberate rhythm. The Pomeranian gripped him tightly while giving a shudder from the sensation. Her tits were bouncing wildly with every thrust, the sight of which made his balls scream for release.

He drew his hips back as far as they would go, his head barely inside Angel before hammering his hips forward. There was enough light for him to see Angel's juices shining on his shaft when he pulled out, only to be replaced by more as he plunged back inside. Her mound looked almost as good as it felt wrapped around his cock. 

Angel closed her eyes as her hands moved down Scamp's torso, stopping when they reached his stomach, feeling him flex with every slow thrust. He now rocked his hips in a smooth motion so that his cock slid back and forth effortlessly against her. He could feel the electricity in his balls building, but fought it off as best he could. The Pomeranian’s lurid moaning was definitely not helping him last longer, but he loved it anyway. He was just thankful he'd already came tonight or he'd have lost it long ago. Angel continued to run her hands all over Scamp's back, sometimes holding his head in her hands, then running them down to just above his backside.

 “Angel,” he said, his voice tight with the strain as he drew his hips back and slammed them hard. He once again looked down at her glistening body. She had never looked more beautiful, and she seemed to almost settle into the bed. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Scamp.” She paused for a second and opened her eyes, her sweat covered bang plastered between them. With a gentle rock of her pelvis, Scamp could feel her heartbeat increasing, so pressed together were they. “So very, very, much.”




************	
A Few Days Later, Marceline

The smell of cigar and cigarette smoke permeated the entire pub, and a physical cloud could be seen hanging just below the tin-plated ceiling, enveloping the gas light fixtures in a hazy veil. Not that the barmaid who stood watching a small group of stevedores finish their final dregs minded. The Watering Hole was normally packed this time of night, but on this evening that patronage was light, and it wouldn't be long before she was alone. 

Behind the bar, Vitani leaned back against the large mirror that spanned the length of the bar. Outside the smoky glass windows that faced the street, she could see the lamplighter reaching into the benzine streetlamp with his long rod, and setting the lamp alight. Glancing up at the key wound clock that sat above the front door, she noted that it was close to midnight, and her shift would be over shortly. She stepped towards the bar and picked up a wet washcloth to start cleaning glasses. She paused for a moment, allowing her blue eyes to float downward as she looked at her own reflection in the polished bar. The face that looked back was scruffier than most lions with a short bang that fell between her ears. 

Vitani frowned. She didn't share the smooth slender faces of her fellow felines, instead she was rough and disheveled, with fur that stuck out at odd angles. She raised a hand to brush the breast of her white cotton shirt. It pressed close to her chest, the material accentuating her torso's natural curves, an aspect she felt made up for her more homely appearance. 

The sound of the doors opening caused her rounded ears to perk up and she opened her mouth to tell the newcomers that it was past one in the morning and the final call had already been made for the night. Instead, her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the gray toned terrier. Behind him trailed a floppy-eared Pomeranian whose presence made Vitani roll her lower lip and swallow. Still, she put on a calm grin as they slid up to the bar.

“Hey, Tani’!” Scamp chirped as he sat down on a bar stool, Vitani couldn't help but admire the way his floppy ears bounced forward. “How's tricks?”

“Pretty dull until you two showed up.” The lioness placed both hands on the counter, her sly grin growing into her cheeks as he settled right in front of her. “Don’t tell me you’re working the moonlight shift tonight?”

“No, thank goodness.” Angel’s tail fluttered at the seat of her trousers as she settled on her bar-stool. “Finished up a trip to the coal mines on a drag and just dropping by for a little evening refreshment.”

Scamp flashed her a goofy smile. “Got anything to spare?”

“For you two? Always.” Vitani shrugged, then motioned with her head towards a brewer that was still bubbling. “How about something hot? I’ve still got some Coco brewing.” 

 “Yeah, that’s the ticket!” The gray terrier plucked out two coins from a pocket on his red cotton shirt and placed them on the hardwood counter. “Add a little something extra for Angel. She’ll need some liquid courage for tonight.”

“Easy there, Tenderfoot!” The pom playfully nudged his arm. “Just hanging around you is courage enough.”

“If he gets too rowdy we’ll have to just toss him on the street.” The lioness smirked while she turned to pour a mug. She added a little touch of whiskey to it, a small extra treat for her friends. She set the porcelain mugs down on the bar-top. Scamp first blew on the smoke that rose from it, then cupped it with both hands. “Watch it, it’s hot.”

“Just as I like ‘em. Hot and steaming.”

One of her eyebrows rose when she watched him bring the mug to his lips and take a heavy gulp. Either it was the slight taste of the whiskey, or the heat, but the mutt coughed and slammed the mug down in a fit of light hacks and wheezes.

“Oh, that was smooth.” Angel’s laughter had a slight bite to it as she waved a hand over her own mug. “I love your singing, but that’s a tough tune to keep in melody.”

Scamp pounded his chest with a fist, his cheeks glowing red while his ears tipped bashfully forward. 

The lioness couldn’t help but find his embarrassment adorable, and rolled her eyes. “At least try not to put it on the floor, I’m knocking off soon and would like to leave the mop in the closet.”

The mutt stuck his tongue out at her, then began to hum a tune as he waited for the mug to cool down. The tune picked up in harmony with his tail, and soon his head bobbed up and down as Scamp started to sing.

“Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers 
About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout 
With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions 
Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out.”

Vitani tilted her head playfully, the very tip of her tail flicking side to side in rhythm to the dog’s little burst of ballad. Each verse was joined by a rock of his shoulders or a bounce of his head. It was a working song, upbeat and jovial, even if Scamp’s voice didn’t quite reach each note perfectly.  

“No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic 
Or bodies pathetic can give such a bloom 
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers 
Ever gave their own bowers such a darling perfume!”

Soon his tenor tones were joined by a warm soprano as Angel joined him. She slipped an arm around his shoulder and he leaned into her. Angel’s voice met and complimented her partner’s, and they took turns holding the lyrics and supporting each other.

“At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool
You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff
Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff”

While Angel’s voice was just as tender and melodic, it was Scamp’s that stood out to her. Vitani found she could tune out the female’s tone, and clearly focus on Scamp’s male rhythm. She could swear the male aimed his gaze right at her, while his shoulders and head rolled side to side with each verse.

“So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men from the boys.” 

The lioness was completely enraptured by his warm voice, so much so that she held her breath until the two dogs let the final note fade. Angel batted at Scamp’s right ear, before settling back on her own bar-stool. Scamp wrapped his hands around the now warm mug and brought it to his lips. Vitani’s tail continued to sway side to side as she found herself humming the tune in the back of her head, continuing where the others had left off.  

After a few rather messy gulps, Scamp plopped the mug back down and chuckled. “That’s pretty good. I can tell you slipped a little Irish coffee in here.”

“Talk about your liquid courage.” Angel chuckled before tipping her mug back to take a deep swig.

“If it keeps you two from assaulting my ears anymore, I’ll give you the whole bottle, termite.” Vitani reached behind her back to undo the apron then hung the garment on a hook set into the wall mirror.

“I also play a sweet fiddle!” Scamp pointed out, one of his ears perking up. “Pops taught me. Said you’re never alone if you have a good fiddle.”

“Maybe next time.” The lioness sighed, motioning with her head to the carved clock over the bar mirror. “It’s midnight. Time for me to close up shop. As soon as you guys are done, I’m extinguishing the lights.”

Angel looked up at the clock. “Probably for the best, we have somewhere we have to be soon.”

“You mean, you have somewhere you have to be soon.” Scamp’s ears dipped for just a split second, but he perked them right up again and puffed out his chest. “I don’t want to show up at your overnight date and make your girlfriend jealous. One look at me, and she’ll have performance anxiety!”

“Girlfriend?” Vitani questioned, her ears perking up as she twirled around.

"Yeah, Angel is joining her new girlfriend for a little quality time.” Scamp wiggled his eyebrows.

“Scamp!” He barely had time to look surprised before Angel lightly smacked him on the arm. “Sometimes you have a big mouth, Tenderfoot.”

“And hopefully you’ve found enough liquid courage to last the night.” The mutt snickered, turning around to lean his back against the bar.

“What I don’t have I’ll just have to borrow from you.”Angel matched her partner’s smile.

The lioness’s heart started to pound like a drum and she cocked her mouth to look quizzically at the blonde furred pom. This was a new prospect. “Ah, now this I gotta hear. I had no idea you had a girlfriend! Like, a girlfriend-girlfriend? Not a girl who is a friend?”

Angel held her mug close to her face to hide the blush. “You heard right. We got together at the end of last month. Her name is Dolly.” She finished her mug and set it on the bar.

“Hold up. Dolly? The little dalmatian engineer with the ear-splitting voice?”

“That’s definitely an apt description.” The pom snickered as she hopped off the bar-stool.

She leaned in and gave Scamp a gentle kiss on the cheek, then whispered something in his ear. The lioness did her best not to look like she was straining to hear, while the tip of her tail flicked back and forth. Whatever it was, it made Scamp raise his brow before gently nuzzling the side of her snout.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Angel said to her partner as she walked towards the front door. Her ears were pitched forward and her head held high while her tail swished back and forth above the seat of her trousers. She paused on the threshold for a moment, then looked over at the lioness. “Goodnight Vitani…and good luck!”

Vitani’s brow rose and her mouth dropped into a confused frown at the statement. She watched the door close behind the railroader and Angel’s silhouette vanish from behind the plate glass of the front windows, before whipping her gaze over to Scamp. “Good luck? What was that about?”

“Oh that? She’s just excited.” Scamp shrugged, then swung back around to face the bar. Now that Angel was gone, there appeared a slight slump in his shoulders. “Care to top me off?”  

“An open relationship.” Vitani shook her head as she refilled the mug. “I never would have caught on. I’ve always thought that you were, er, you and Angel were both locked tight.”

“We’re both sort of new to the whole thing. Angel and Dolly got together at the end of last month.” He wrinkled his nose and let out a small snort, then brought the mug to his face. “It happened pretty quick.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” An eyebrow rose. “That she’s with someone else tonight?”  

Scamp paused and took another sip before answering. “Not really? It was a decision we made together. There’s some trust in there.”

"Well, what do you suppose Angel finds in Dolly?” The lioness growled. “I don't know how she can stand that dog’s voice. Girl cracks more then a shattered window."

He held his mug up and swirled the contents. “I think it’s because Dolly can stand up to some of what Angel dishes. Not saying that I can’t!” He paused with a light smile. “But it’s a skill, yah know, to hold up.” 

“Hold up to what, exactly?” Vitani’s voice dripped with curiosity. 

“Things that involve ropes and toys.” Scamp snickered. “Angel has always been a rough and tough girl. That goes double in the bed. I’m no sailor, but I’m learning my way around the rigging if you catch my drift. If Angel has her way, then Dolly has a tough hill to climb.”

The big cat swallowed, working to steady herself. That he seemed so nonchalant suddenly opened all sorts of doors in her mind. Vitani quickly ran through a number of responses, before settling on one. “So, if she has another partner, does that mean you have someone else too?”

“Why? You interested?” He answered her with a lopsided smile and a hiked eyebrow.

For a moment Vitani just stared back at him, her lips clamped into a tight thin line as she furrowed her brow.

“Heh, think again, Runt!” Her words were a little harsher than intended, and Vitani could feel her heart sink at her own response. Her tone was softer as she quickly followed up with, “I mean to say, I was just curious. I always knew things were a little different with you two.” The feline shrugged. “But I didn't expect this level of different.”  

He chuckled, then took a final gulp of his coco. “It IS a little different, I admit. But it’s all part of our arrangement. Just having a good time!”

The lioness drummed her fingers on the bar and cast her gaze away, hiding the fact her heart was racing. Scamp’s brow furrowed as he peered at her from over his mug, and she could swear he seemed to be looking for a reaction. When her eyes returned to meet his, he quickly lowered the mug and gave her a chocolate smeared grin. Instantly, she felt the tension lift and Vitani held a hand in front of her mouth to keep from snorting at the sight of his stained fur.

“You’re such a goof.” She gave a little chuckle as her ears perked.

“I can’t help it. It’s the wild dog in me!”

“Well, I’m cutting this wild dog off for the night.” The barmaid gathered up both mugs and set them aside on the counter to be washed. “Otherwise I’ll never lock up.”

“Yeah. I suppose I should hit the streets. I’m sure you’ll be glad to snuff out the candles for the night.” The gray terrier wiped his muzzle before he slipped off the bar-stool. Vitani frowned, and suddenly the tension was back. “Thanks for the drinks ‘Tani. You’re a swell friend!”

“Oh...yeah. Sure thing!” Her tone was soft, almost plaintive. “That’s what friends are for.”

The terrier brushed off his shirt, then trotted towards the door. Vitani watched, hands at her side and her mouth a thin line as she processed what she had learned. Scamp and Angel were in an open relationship! They were still a romantic couple, but they had left an open door.

“See you tomorrow ‘Tani!” Scamp’s voice broke through the lioness’s thoughts, and he cast a warm smile in her direction from over his shoulder, a smile that was all for her...then passed through the door, allowing it to click shut with a latch that seemed louder than it should have.

Vitani suddenly saw that metaphorical door closing just as quickly as the physical one on the front of the pub. She raised her arm and gave a little wave in return, while her tail fell limply against the back of her legs. Her wave was just a few seconds late, and as soon as the pub door shut, her arm dropped and her muzzle twisted into a deep frown. She waited for the gray terrier in the cotton shirt to be well out of earshot before swiping the two empty mugs off the counter and against the wall. Both mugs clattered to the floorboards in a shower of shattering porcelain.

************	

The iron gaslights cast a dim glow upon the cobblestone streets of Marceline. The midnight hour marked the end of business for most of the town’s establishments, and the streets were light with traffic. The last of the omnibuses, tandems, and carriages that made their trade plying the slab-stone streets had turned in for the evening. Meanwhile, the street sweepers with their brooms and pushcarts began their night's labor, collecting the trash, cast off newspapers, and droppings of a populace that had already turned in for the night. A few freight and delivery wagons still trotted to the echo of feral hooves on stone, but as Scamp plodded down the sidewalk, he found that he was mostly alone.

“Maybe we were wrong about her?” Scamp mused to himself, kicking a stone into the gutter. 

He slipped his hands into his pockets, a slight chill in the air. Spring was coming, but as soon as the sun set winter remained to nip at his nose. As he turned a corner a set of polished iron rails could be seen embedded in the street. The gray furred terrier’s ears perked and he listened for the sounds of iron wheels on rails. Marceline’s modest streetcar system covered the center of the town, with its horse-drawn cars running just past midnight. Stepping off the curve and into the street, he cocked his mouth and wondered if he'd missed the last car. But just as he was about to turn back to the curve, the sounds of a horse’s hooves clicking on the cobblestone tipped Scamp’s ears back. 

Gliding through the flickering lamp light came an elegant two axle streetcar with gleaming polished wood and rich crimson wheels. The words ``Main Street Transportation Co.” were emblazoned across a golden yellow letter-board just above the windows. Scamp shot his arm in the air and pursed his lips in a whistle, and the car drew to a stop in line with the carved stone at the street corner. Its driver, a corgi, drew up the two feral horses that were hitched to the head and eased on the brake before adjusting his high beaver hat.

“Perfect timing!” Scamp declared as he fumbled about his pocket for the fare.

The driver tipped the brim of his brass-badged hat at Scamp, who gave a friendly nod. His two cents deposited in the tin fare-box Scamp climbed aboard, and with a sullen frown the dog found himself the only rider in the tight confines of the little car. A bench ran down each side of the car, facing inward, so that passengers sitting on one could see out the windows over the shoulders of the passenger sitting on the other. Two doors existed front and back on each of the car’s tight platforms. Sitting down on the hardwood bench, Scamp felt the car jerk into motion with two clangs of its bell.

“Hey! Wait up!” called a familiar voice.

Scamp turned to look through the window’s foggy glass to see Vitani jogging down the sidewalk. Her ears were flat against the back of her head and her velvet skirt bunched up around her legs as she ran. The streetcar slung to a stop, and Vitani’s scowl at being almost left behind received only a responding frown from the driver as she stepped aboard the car. She dropped two cents in the fare-box and dipped into the car with a huff.

“Slick timing, that was a close one! Almost left you walking.” Scamp tilted his head and crossed his arms. “Strange, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you on this route.”

“Heh, yeah.” The lioness huffed as she sat down on the bench across from Scamp. The car jerked into motion again. “I’m uh, a little tired to walk tonight.”

For a few seconds she sat in silence with her mouth set in a thin line across her muzzle as she caught her breath. The low light from the kerosene car lamps cast her features in a sharp shadow and her frown dug deep into her cheeks. One of her hands slipped into a pocket on her suede vest and produced a small silver tin engraved with intricate designs and polished to a shine from use. Scamp’s brow rose as she opened it and pulled out a fresh cigarette with a factory-made filter. A far cry from the paper and hand rolled blunts that Angel usually smoked.

“Want one?” Vitani finally growled, holding the tin out towards Scamp.

“No thank you.” The dog shook his head. “Fancy cigs you got. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that brand. Looks pricey.”

“Mother gets her hands on them. One of the few things I still go to her for.” Vitani shrugged and returned the tin to her pocket. She fumbled about looking for a match. “Damn, I must've left my stash at the ‘Hole.” 

Scamp stood up from the bench and grabbed the kerosene lantern that hung from the ceiling bracket. With a gentle smile, he pulled the glass off and presented the lit flame for Vitani so she could slip the end of the cigarette into the cage. Once lit, he returned the lamp to its bracket.

“Thanks, Scamp.” Vitani’s shoulders relaxed and she settled on the bench. The cigarette was held between her lips, and the end glowed cherry red as her breathing drew air through it. “You always that crafty?” 

“Easy stuff,” Scamp rubbed his knuckles on his chest. “Angel smokes, and she’s always running out of matches. So, you sorta have to make do.”

The lioness exhaled into the air, the smoke rising into the clerestory of the roof. She kept her head craned, as if watching the smoke dissipate, yet the tip of her thin tail flicked back and forth in sharp motions. Scamp’s ears dipped and he cocked his mouth, waiting for the lioness to say something. Yet Vitani kept her eyes rooted to the rafters. She took another drag and exhaled once more before finally speaking.

“Mom’s gone for the weekend, so my place is as silent as a stone.” Her voice became a low growl. “Not that I mind. She can be a bit of a control freak at times.”

“Your brothers gone too?” 

“Yeah, Nuka went with mom, and Kovu is too busy being momma’s favorite. He’s working over in Thunder Mountain, managing mom’s business.” Vitani brought her gaze back down and looked at her cigarette, lips set in a hard pout as the smoke wafted around her muzzle. “So, here goes a shot in the dark, but maybe if you’re not busy, I could use the company. Maybe show off those fiddle skills?”

“Sure!” Scamp replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I’ve got nothing to do.” 

Vitani’s ears shot upwards and she looked at the mutt with confusion, “Huh? You mean it?”

“’Tani,” The gray canine chuckled playfully. “What’s really on your mind?”

Vitani cocked her muzzle, the slight hint of a scowl on her lips. She took another drag. “Look, don’t get a big head about it or nothing, but after you left the ‘hole, I just started thinking. You said that Angel and Dolly like to fool around with ropes and toys and that sort of stuff?” 

“Well, this is a fun conversation. But yeah, sure.” 

“Without looking too hard into it, let’s just say I’ve had some experience with that sort of stuff. Just call it a girl’s maturity.” She exhaled smoke around a small grin. "But I’ve never had a partner.” 

The mutt matched her grin but raised his brow. “So you are interested?” 

“Settle yourself, termite.” Her tongue flicked out briefly as she thought. “Yeah, I’m interested. In just getting tied up. You know, just so you can get some practice with an experienced lady.”

“Well, if you’re as experienced as you say, then you know that usually the one getting tied up is naked.” Scamp shrugged. “Doesn't have to be, but it usually helps. Maybe in some underwear..” 

“What? Are you scared to see what a real woman looks like?” She cut him off, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “Or just afraid you won’t be able to perform?”

“Is that a challenge I’m hearing?” A soft tapping sound came from Scamp’s tail as it wagged against the bench. “’Cause you’re not the only one with experience.”

“I’m sure I can handle whatever Angel has shown you, and a whole lot more!” Smoke rolled from the lioness’ nostrils and she batted her eyelids at him. Scamp couldn’t look away from those sharp blue eyes. “So, whaddya say?” 

“I can’t turn down a challenge like that!” Scamp grinned “You’re on ‘Tani.”

“Excellent!” Vitani’s tail swished in a wide arc to curl around one of her legs. “We’ll hop off this rattlecan on the outskirts of town, and you best be ready for a night.”

Scamp watched the lioness blow one last cloud into the roof, then snuff out her blunt in a brass ashtray that was attached to the wall. He opened his mouth to reply, when there came a clatter of iron and the whole of the streetcar jounced forward hard enough to throw both passengers to the side. Next to him, Vitani’s ears perked and she leaned forward and peered out the front of the car. Alongside the open platform there was a commotion as the horses reared and the driver called out; “Woah, woah!!”

Scamp leaned forward as well and looked out onto the platform to see a dark red Buckeye gasoline buggy with three wheels arranged like a tricycle trying to cut the streetcar off at a corner, despite the fact that the car was locked on rails. The driver of the Buckeye had lost control of his steering tiller, turning the single leading wheel hard enough to swing the Buckeye into contact with the streetcar. He throttled the engine and the horseless vehicle then backfired right alongside the two streetcar mounts and sent the horses jerking wildly to the side. The wagon swerved just a little too hard as its driver whipped the tiller and tripped over the thin front wheels of his own mechanical vehicle. The wagon swung into the two horses of the streetcar and caused them to buck and with a crack of wood, they snapped the wooden yoke between their harness and the car itself!

Hanging onto the reins, the streetcar driver was tugged over the front railing of the car and onto the horses, while the freed streetcar rocked forward for a foot, then started to slide backwards with Scamp and Vitani inside! 

“There goes our engine!” Vitani grabbed onto the edge of the bench, concern creeping into her voice as the car quickly picked up speed in reverse. “We might be in for a bumpy ride.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Scamp shot up off the bench and burst onto the front platform.

The wind grabbed his ears and sent them flapping against the side of her head. He looked around at what little controls were there. Other than the handles for the reins, and the cord for the bell, all that was present was a big red handled lever for the brakes. In no time at all the car had picked up speed and was clattering down the iron rails backwards. The gray mutt grabbed the big break lever and tugged it towards him. But unlike the ratchet locking hand brakes of railroad cars, the streetcar’s brake was as simple as a block of wood pressed against one of the crimson painted wheels. It relied on the brute force of the operator to apply.

“I can’t hold it!” The mutt cried through gritted teeth, one of his ears plastered against his face. The wood block was wet and the speed was great enough to overcome its friction. It slowed the car down slightly, but failed to stop it. “It’s like it’s made of soap!”

The streetcar narrowly missed a two-wheel hansom wagon that was crossing the street, then leaned on its springs as it whipped around a tight curve in an intersection. Sparks flew from the wheel flanges as they ground into the rail with a loud screech of iron on iron that echoed through the streets. Vitani pulled herself along the bench and through the narrow doorway onto the front platform.

“Move over, let me try!” She declared. 

With her ears pinned back, Vitani wrapped both her hands around the lever and put one foot up against the railing to brace. Forcing all her might and body weight into the fulcrum, she clamped the brakes on hard enough that a heavy skidding sound came out from underneath and the smell of raw wood permeated the air. The car slowed, but not enough. The lioness clinched her jaw and closed her eyes, putting all her strength into the lever. The whole car skidded and shuddered as the block dug into the wheel, but it’s surface was still too wet and the lioness couldn’t hold onto the pressure.

“Maybe we should jump?” The mutt said, looking down at the street’s stonework as it whizzed by. Light was flashing over his concerned face as they passed in and out of the cones of lamplight in quick succession.

Vitani looked down at the street with him, and quickly shook her head. “No luck there, we’d be road pizza.” She looked back up. “Eventually it’s going to have to go uphill.”

Scamp looked over his shoulder and saw down the length of the car another sharp curve at the bottom of a hill. The curve was at a “T” intersection, and on the outside was a brick storefront with large glass windows. Derailing on the curve would send them tumbling sideways into the facade, crashing into the store, if they were lucky enough to hit the windows.

“Not soon enough!” He pressed himself next to the lioness at the brake lever, and wrapped his hands around her own over the red handle.

“Together?” Vitani huffed.

“Yeah, together!” Scamp nodded. Ready to put his own effort onto the lever to join hers. 

The terrier shut his eyes as both canine and feline pulled against the lever, the sound of the blocks skidding echoed against the lamp-lit street. The front wheel of the streetcar locked up as a grove was worn into the wood and fresh material gripped the iron rim. Scamp dared to open his eyes, expecting a mass of broken metal to meet them. Instead the car steadily slowed, jerking the last few feet into the curve where it hopped to a stop, smack in the middle of the street. 

“You okay?” Scamp’s voice was rushed around his hectic breathing. He removed his hands from the lever and wrung them. “There’s gotta be a better way to travel.”

“Yeah, remind me to write a letter to the council about their traffic problems.” Vitani cracked her fingers to get the feeling to return, then gave the mutt a light and playful punch. “Good going back there, Termite.”

“Nah, it was your strength that tipped the scale.” Scamp’s smile cracked slightly and he pulled at his collar. He could see the driver on one of the horses galloping down the track to retrieve his runaway car. “So, I suppose we’re walking?”

Vitani nodded her head. “Yeah, but I want my two cents back…”


************	
The Outlands
					

Soft moonlight crept into the room through heavy pulled drapes that obscured the view outside. Scamp sat on the very edge of the bed and looked around, his stubby tail quivering. By the way he looked around, Vitani’s room was far larger than he had been expecting. Really it was a set of rooms, as one was once a servant's parlor. Her large four poster bed with its drippings of lace dominated the space, and was large enough for both of them to lay in. The silk wallpaper was dreary and the plaster ceiling cracked, but the mutt didn’t mind the look. A gentle glow from twin gas lamps spaced apart from each other gave plenty of room for shadows to dance.

The walk from town had given plenty of time for the two friends to talk about their new partnership and establish boundaries. Vitani had insisted that this was just for practice, and that it changed nothing between them. Although, the mutt noticed that half way through their walk her hand started brushing against his, and by the time they reached the heavy iron gates of her mother’s plantation, the lioness’s fingers were fully intertwined with his own. As she brought him through the ornate gate, the mutt looked up at the house. No, mansion. Definitely a mansion. He had never been out to it, only seen it from the railroad. It had a conservatory coming out from the right side of the house, a giant entry with columns, and an L-shaped balcony with wrought iron railings that looked straight out of historic New Orleans. Vines and ivy grew on the sides of the mansion, and the yard was unkempt and overgrown. As Vitani whisked him around the side to a smaller  entrance, he got a good look at a distant graveyard that dipped down the hill.

Two wide staircases flanked a decorative archway above a hall.  There was so much beautifully-crafted wood paneling, tacked down rugs running centered down each stair, finely crafted balustrades, ornate detailing on the candelabras and oil lamps. It was beautiful, even with a few cobwebs and almost no light inside, except what managed to get in through the windows that were shaded by the porch roof. They rushed through the big empty house, the mutt barely having a moment to orientate himself along its thick carpeted floors and plastered walls. Her mother's abode was so large and so secluded that they could have their way for days and not be bothered. That reason alone being why she continued to reside at the haunted mansion outside of town. Under the eyes but away from the antics of her mother. The closer to her chambers they got, the more nervous Vitani seemed. The lioness practically dragged him through the dusty hallways.

Once the curtains were drawn Vitani dipped into her bathroom to freshen up, and left him to his devices. Never being one to sit still, the mutt hopped up off the bed and started to poke around. His bare paws made hardly a sound as he padded over towards her vanity with its large mirror. He placed his hands atop the wooden top, next to her curry combs and brushes. Standing back, Scamp took a deep breath to settle his own nerves. His suspenders were gone, and his cotton shirt was untucked from his trousers. Partially undressed for his comfort, he wondered if he would be removing any more articles of clothing before the night was up. His tail wiggled back and forth and he shifted his weight from one paw to the other anxiously.

The click of the knob on the bathroom door reverberated through the room far louder than Scamp thought it should have. He first saw the door crack open in the reflection of the mirror’s glass. Turning around, he exhaled openly and leaned back against the vanity.

 “Woah, ‘Tani…” Scamp’s voice trailed.

Vitani stepped through the doorway, as naked as the day she was born with just a shimmer of oil on her fur and a light scowl on her face. Scamp was dumbstruck by the sight. For a lioness, she was rather rough and scruffy, yet that roughness put an edge on her that matched the gentle frown she wore. His eyes were drawn to her breasts, each nice and heavy with nipples darker then any he had seen. The feline’s stomach was firm, and her thighs and hips had an impressive curve to them.

“What do you think?" she asked, taking a step towards him before stopping to put a hand on a hiked hip. The light tan pattern that started at her muzzle carried down around her breasts and over her gut before diving down between her legs to highlight her mound and vagina. It all completed the look of a firm, active and athletic body.
	
“Slick…” Scamp whistled.

“Easy Termite. Don’t fall apart on me just yet.” Her mouth tipped up in a sly little smile and she shuffled her bare paws on the carpeted floor. Her fingers and toes were a light tan color, set against the dirty brown fur of her body. “You’ll break your jaw on the floor.”

“Uh, ye-hah. I mean, totally adequate!” Scamp crossed his arms and tipped his muzzle up smugly to keep his cool. But he couldn’t hide the way his stubby tail fluttered at the base of his trousers.

Her thin tail started to whip back and forth as well, and she let out a small giggle. “A little more than adequate if that tent in your shorts is anything to go by!”

Scamp’s head shot down, and sure enough, he could see a bulge starting to test the elasticity of his trousers. He pressed his legs together and looked away bashfully. “Can’t help which tail wags, yah know how it is.”

“I sure do.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she walked past him and stopped at a phonograph with an enameled and brass trimmed sound horn. She slipped a wax record on, wound the handle, and dropped the needle. The slow rhythm and gentle strings of an orchestra started to play. “A little music, to set the mood. I’m sure a sophisticated gentleman like yourself would understand.”

“Uh, yeah...sure….” Scamp’s eyes followed her and he couldn’t help but take in the view of her firm ass. Vitani seemed to notice this, and she rocked her hips as she sauntered past and towards a wardrobe. “S-sophisticated.”

Vitani opened the wardrobe and looked over her bare shoulder, one eyebrow hiked. “Alright Termite, where do you want to start? I have some shackles around here somewhere.”

“Uh, well…” Scamp stuttered for a second before he shook his head and cleared the cobwebs from his mind. “Nah, that’s beginner stuff. And should I ask why you have shackles in your room?”

“Can’t blame a girl for experimenting.” She leaned forward to rummage through a trunk at the bottom of the wardrobe. “But you’re right. That’s some baby stuff. But I got some rope in here!”  

“Oh yeah, I know this really mean tie!” Scamp motioned with his hands, acting out as if he was looping cords. “It’s really neat looking. Called a-uh, sheer-a-bo.” 

“Shibari, Termite.” Vitani corrected with a snicker. She produced a set of coiled ropes, one red, the other black, bound tightly into sleeves. Turning around, she tossed them at Scamp, who caught one while the other bounced out of his hand to tumble to the floor. “And sure. Show me what you can do!”

Scamp fumbled with the sleeves, bending over to grab the one he dropped. He turned it over in his hands. It was surprisingly soft to the touch, but to imagine rope, this rope, all around her body... “You seem to know a bit more about this than you were letting on.”

“Like I said, a girl has to experiment.” She wrung her hands for a second, gathering her breath while her tail continued to flick back and forth.

"H... how much rope do you think we’ll need?"

Vitani sat on the end of her bed, bare legs crossed. "That depends." The lioness paused for a moment and looked Scamp in the eye. "How badly do you want me to be tied up?"

"I... ah…" His cheeks blushed.

That drew another smile. "You're here voluntarily, so you can always tell me to stop if you've had enough." Vitani had an almost lazy-eyed seductive stare, with fluttering eye-lashes, and slight tilt down of the head. She leaned back so that her torso arced and her breasts were pushed forward, presented. "But I bet you won't.”

Scamp took a deep breath, feeling his trousers grow ever tighter. "Alright ‘Tani. t-turn around. Arms behind your back."

Vitani did as she was told, taking a deep breath as Scamp adjusted her arms, crossing them so her elbows met her palms. She said nothing, only shivering as Scamp wrapped the rope around her wrists, looping it several times, then securing it with a knot. He watched her tug slightly against it, testing that feeling of restriction, of helplessness.

"How does it feel?" Scamp asked from behind.

Vitani flexed against it; the rope didn't give. "It feels... good."

It also looked good, more than Scamp could say. He may have been the one holding the rope, yet he felt like it was himself being captured by this beautiful girl. The deeper they went, the more it felt like he was playing with fire.  
 
"Pretty good," Scamp responded in a deep tone and a sly smile. He folded the long rope in half to effectively create two lengths. "There's more."

He ran the doubled rope around Vitani- with one strand over and the other snugly under her breasts looping the strands through the folded point at her back and bringing the ends separately around each side of her neck and over her shoulders. He then passed the end of the rope between her breasts, linking the two strands coiled around her in front. The vertical ropes were then looped to pull the two horizontals together and tighten them substantially around her bosom. This put some pressure on her breasts. The ropes were then brought back over each shoulder to be tied off with the bindings that secured her hands, the tension lifting her wrists higher behind her back.

The rope in the front with its knots then passed between her legs and behind. He separated the two halves of the rope, tucking them into the crotch lines where her legs met her thighs and framing her vagina, rather then passing through it. Scamp wrapped his arms around, holding her temporarily in his embrace as he worked. He leaned into her, their bodies passing close, touching briefly, dancing away as he clothed her in black and red rope. Finally, he cinched that rope tight, pulled it along her back and connected it to the back of the chest harness. Knotting it off between her arms.

"Tighter," she growled. Her voice was an octave lower than normal. "Make it stay."

"Take it easy,” the mutt breathed, moving closer so his lips were near her ear. "I'm just getting started.”

She grinned, delighted. He passed more rope, back and forth, side to side, to create the diamonds in the front, and the lines of the corset around her ribs and stomach. Each winding tight enough to embed it slightly in her flesh. With each pass of the rope, he felt himself relax. He had to concentrate on her, concentrate on what he was doing and to read her signs. She breathed deeply, sighing again, easing into the restriction. Every tug pulled the rope tighter, increasing the restriction around her body and arms.

“There,” Scamp declared, finished. “Try that.”

Vitani pushed up against the rope, sensing its grip. Every motion she made, every gap she found, only made the rope tighten someplace else on her frame. With the rope retaining her arms to her sides, she couldn't twist her wrists loose, and struggling with her arms simply pushed her wrists higher, further from escape. Every action, every breath was met with opposition from the ropes that ran across her bust, as if claiming her.

She looked over her shoulder and up at him, eyelids fluttering. "Enjoying this?"

“Heh, yeah. You uh...take the ropes really well!” 

“You sound surprised, Termite!” Vitani’s chuckle was deep, and it made Scamp’s heart leap. The predatory glint in her eyes told him that she was more than enjoying it, and that his knots better be tight. “I told you, I’m not a beginner.”

“Yeah, neither am I.” He took a hold of her shoulders and gently guided her to lay down on the bed, on her chest.

He carefully reached out to gently stroke a paw up and down her back, then over the curve of her butt. Hesitating for a second before giving it a light slap for good measure. Vitani bit her lower lip and hissed in pleasure from the strike. Sitting on his knees next to her, Scamp pulled one leg back until the brown pads of her paws pressed against the flesh of the lioness’ ass. Rope was then used to tie each of the feline’s soft ankles to its respective thigh, keeping her legs folded. Yet he did not tie them to one another. Satisfied, he slipped a hand under her hip, and her arm. Then, with a soft grunt, Scamp rolled Vitani over onto her back.

Vitani peered through her own bound breasts, nipples growing hard as pebbles, and up her body. With her legs folded, she lay on her back with her spine arced in a hard curve. Each leg folded and spread so that her restrained body resembled an upside down “Y”. The hemp followed the delicate contours of the feline's body, pressing against the natural points where her body united, never cutting into her sensitive flesh. None of the ropes were overly tight; "snug" would be the best description but in combination they fully constricted Vitani's body. The result was to visually emphasize her curves and push her breasts outward.  

“Pretty sweet, huh? You like it?” Scamp asked with a smug grin. He pushed back one of the heavy curtains on her four-poster bed, and sat on the edge of the mattress by her knees. His tail was wagging hard enough to make a light ‘swish’ sound. “I was tied up like that a while back. I think I got all the knots right.”

“You were the one tied up?” Vitani giggled. “I had a feeling Angel wore the pants in the relationship.” 

Scamp felt his cheeks flush, but he nodded. “Ye-yah. We uh...switch places a lot.”

“You know, I think you would look good with a collar.” The lioness purred, her voice having lost another half octave somehow. “I have one, if you wanna take that role.”

“Hey now, who's the one being tied up tonight?” Scamp stood up from the bed and put his hands on his hips. His trousers had gone slightly askew due to the tent being pitched, and his undergarments could be seen across one hip. Still he turned to see the collar in question laying atop her vanity. As if placed there in preparation. 

He pulled his white shirt from his torso and set it across the back of a carved wooden chair. The soft clicking of belt buckles was soon followed by a quiet curse as he slipped the collar around his neck and with some fumbling got it seated correctly. Its polished black leather framing his chin and complimenting his scruffy cheeks.

“There, it actually fits...” Scamp scratched at the back of his head and smiled awkwardly. “It’s uh...harder to get on than it looked.” 

Vitani rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, you wanna make it extra exciting?” She hiked her hips into the air, her mound prominently displayed. “I have something I guarantee you’ve never seen. Take a look in the bottom of the trunk….”

He marveled at her power over him. There she was, bound, unable to move, under his control; supposedly at his mercy. But with the simple magic of a sultry smile and a murmured promise, his heart pined to obey her. Scamp turned and looked at the open doors of the wardrobe.

The first thing that caught his eyes was a large trunk at the bottom. He padded toward the piece of furniture, and instantly saw some very scanty and sheer bras stored with equally scandalous panties. For a second, he thought it might be interesting to see what lingerie was contained there. Vitani seemed to have quite the collection, far more than someone who was just a barmaid should have. But he was on a mission, and she was watching.

Underneath the outfits and dresses, most of which seemed to be untouched, he found an open trunk. Looking down on the contents inside he realized that there wasn’t much, but what was there was exquisitely crafted. The rope that was now around the lioness’s body had been laying atop a set of polished leather straps, a glove-like sleeve, a mask and a hood. All of which was decked out in brass and silver fittings. Scamp picked up the leather and smelled it. The aroma of the material was intoxicating. What would it be like to have ‘Tani or himself encased in the soft but restricting material, he wondered?

In the pouches on the top inside of the trunk’s lid he found some plastic goods. In one hand he pulled out what looked like a hard rubber cone. He had never seen one in person, but he knew thanks to Angel’s side commentary that what he held was a butt plug. He had the vision of the lioness placing one of these monsters in her bottom. Knowing Vitani had accepted one made him shiver with excitement. In another pocket he found three sets of nipple clamps, each pair connected by a chain. Holding them, Scamp imagined what they might look like dressing up Vitani’s chest. Never-mind what they would feel like on his own tender buds

The last pocket had gags. A ball gag, a spider gag and a ring gag. With each item he plucked out, Scamp realized Vitani was well experienced in the art of amorous restraint. He cocked his mouth and snorted at the idea that someone else was indeed as into this as Angel was. The idea made him wonder just how many others he knew shared similar kinks. He couldn’t imagine a loving and committed couple, like his parents, could engage in such 'perversions' and still live a normal life.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. Hidden away at the very bottom he found a polished wood box, and a roll of black fabric tape. The box was about the size of a bible, although its contents were anything but holy. The polished brass tube was about nine inches long with a small glass gauge at one end and a large rubber sphere at the other.

"Wait. I’ve never seen one like this before…” The mutt lifted the object from the box and rolled it in his hands, eyes moving along its shape. Curiosity painted his expression while his fingers journeyed softly down and up its brass edges. He had seen and used similar toys which used clockwork to function. But on its back a thin cloth cord hung like a tail. Looking over his shoulder his eyes moved to Vitani. "Is this what I think it is?"

“Depends if you're kinky enough to have played with one,” She grinned, cocking her head to the side to see him from her position on the bed. “It’s a vibrating wand, but it’s battery powered. See that little lever on the controller? You can control the speed with it.”

“This has to be expensive.” Scamp found the controller, a small polished brass cylinder that fit in the palm of his hand with what looked like a trigger with multiple settings set into the side. His end of the wire was tied into it. “’Tani, why are you working? These toys. This big house. Your family's gotta be loaded!” 

“Not quite, Termite.” She cut in with a satisfied laugh. “Mother is loaded, not me. It’s a curse.”

Vitani’s warm laughter was cut off when she felt him adjust the ropes that ran between her legs. Pulling them towards her entrance and crossing them to create a loop. He slid the powerful wand vibrator through the loop on the harness, leaving the wand's bulbous head resting between her outspread and folded legs. Tensioning the crotch rope drew the loop tight on the wand’s neck and kept its head pressed against the lioness' bits. 

“Ahhh, that’s the spot!” The lioness growled. “Now...take the wire, take one end and loop one end to the battery and the other to that controller. Make sure you tape up the bare bits, unless you’re into getting a shock!”

“Is that the voice of experience talking?” Scamp’s ears tipped back to match his lopsided smirk. Inside the wardrobe he found the battery, a heavy cylinder the size of a beer bottle. It was made of polished brass and topped with two prongs. “Or the voice of experimenting?” 

“Would you like to find out?” Vitani’s tail, caught between her legs, tapped the bed sheets like a finger beckoning him between her thighs. 

Scamp grinned as he pulled a strip of tape from the roll and carefully attached the cable to the controller, twisting the wires before wrapping them with the tape. He got down on one knee and held the wire just before the terminal, and stated; “Nah, I have my own style,” before touching the remaining cable to the battery.

Vitani gasped as the machine began to buzz, its head barely touching her sensitive folds. Scamp carefully adjusted the setting until it was more of a tease, something he thought she could take without going insane. The mutt’s fingers caught a knot just above her mound, against her torso. It took but a second to slip two fingers under the knot and pull it taut up its own line. As the knot tightened, the wand shifted, the rope pulling its head firmly against her mound and labia so that her lips were pressed around its thrumming dome.  

“AhhhhHha!” Vitani moaned, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes for just a second. Scamp took the opportunity and gently cupped her muzzle. Guiding her head back so that she was facing him, he waited for her eyes to flutter open. Her voice was low and gravely; “Hiyah, Termite.” 

It was also the last thing she was allowed to say. A strip of the cloth tape was placed over her lips, and he pressed it firmly with one hand while the other held her chin steady. Vitani’s eyes widened for a brief second, but quickly narrowed seductively as the tape was settled into place upon her face. Letting go of her muzzle, Scamp’s ears peaked as he watched her mouth shift back and forth under the tape before settling down, sealed by the adhesive. His tail was a blur of motion. 

“There we go!” Scamp chuckled before looking at the controller held in his hand. “Amazing how a little restraint makes you feel wild and free, am I right?”

Vitani wiggled, clearly sensing what was to come. He put it on the lowest setting, but the vibrations that were erupting through her seemed more than enough. The needle on the little gauge fluttered and placing a palm gently on her stomach, he could feel the faint buzz. The mutt then stood back, hands on his hips, and watched the humming monster nestled into her most private, sensitive flesh and buzzing away, set to slowly drive her mad. The fluffy feline moaned through sealed lips and huffed through her nose over and over again as she pleaded for him to turn the speed up. She arched her back and rolled her shoulder-blades, shifting and sliding in her tight restraints as much as she could. The result getting her restrained breasts to jiggle among the cords.

“Phore! Pfhore!” If he was unsure if she was emphasizing a desire to be fondled, her muffled pleas all but confirmed it. “Muuhmph? Gwab hone, c’mon, mwy pwits!”

“Yeah, we might be able to add some of the other toys.” He tapped the side of his muzzle. Ignoring her pleas for the moment. “Gotta admit, that was a good idea with the rope!” 

He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the speed to the fastest setting, building pressure instantly in her core. Vaginal lubricants dripped heavily down both of her ass cheeks, he could see it glistening from where he was sitting. Vitani’s hips rocked and she closed her knees as she desperately tried to fight it. Her twists tugged on the ropes, but they weren't budging. Her gagged moans turned to screams and Scamp tilted his head to watch her clit throb from the building pressure of a climax. He leaned over and placed a hand over her mouth, gently pressing down on the tape to make sure it remained sealed against her lips. Vitani shivered as those fingers danced across her face. 

“Hey, thanks for letting me get some practice with you,” His little smile was genuine. “Might change a few things for Angel...does it feel awkward anywhere?”

“Mmmmmmmm....” The lioness rolled her eyes. “Pfhore!”
Scamp fiddled with the little switch. The device bound against her mound hummed into a higher pitch, assaulting her with a sudden rush of vibrations. The bound feline whimpered in response and rocked her head side to side. 

"MMMmmHHHpHa-ha-ah!” Vitani let her head fall back, eyes closed..

“How's that?” Scamp pulled away with a wide puppy-like grin on his muzzle. 

Despite the panel of thick black tape covering it, the smile on her face was unmistakable. Her pelvis gyrated as that infernal hardened rubber head cupped within her lotus tormented her with its unending onslaught. The hard jerks caused the vibrator to shift position until it was pressed directly against the sensitive nub of her clit. Vitani’s eyes flew open as the full force of its stimulation focused on her single most sensitive part, and Scamp could practically see the lightning bolt like jolts of hot pleasure erupt into her nervous system. Just as she seemed ready to lose her inner battle, he switched the vibrator back to the low hum of the slowest setting. Tears streamed down the lioness’s cheeks from how tightly her eyes had been shut. She was panting, almost gasping for air as he allowed the climax to slowly die back down, bringing her back down from the edge.

Scamp tilted his head to the side, one ear flopping awkwardly at an angle. He thumbed the switch back and forth on the little box. The humming that emanated from between her legs grew and faded. The dog looked down at the battery that sat at the base of the bed and wondered for a second who would run out of juice first.

He watched her closely, spotting the tears on her cheeks. Vitani could barely hold her eyes open from the pleasure, but she seemed to notice the worry come across his face. She moaned lightly trying to signal him that she was okay, and she shifted, slightly, relaxing even more into the unyielding embrace and the soft mattress under her. He wiped the tears from her cheeks and they two friends shared a look of reassurance for each other, letting both know to continue.

He hesitated for a moment before turning the speed back up. The needle on the gauge pegged at the far end.

“UUMPH!” she squealed, and squeezed her eyes shut, bucking her hips wildly into the toy in an instinctive drive to drive it deep inside her.  Scamp stayed by her side, caressing her breasts and rubbing her chest gently with his fingertips. He softly ran his hand between her breasts, down her stomach and back up again. The male being sure to caress each bosom and just like that, she was teetering over the edge again. As his hands grazed toward her center, she arched her back, pushing her head into the bed.

“You know, Vitani...” He whispered to her as she wiggled in a struggle to hold on. Her eyes darted up to focus on him, and she groaned as she raised her head slightly. The look on her face caused his heart to beat like a blacksmith's hammer. “You really are cute when you're all tied up like that.” 

"Fweease, fwease, fweease," Vitani cried in tape-gagged pleasure, her wide eyes dying for release. The combination of his hand caressing her and the full speed of the vibrator seemed to be becoming too much to bear. He trailed his hand to her right thigh, holding it still. His other hand came to her clit, rubbing his thumb in small circles around it. Her hips bucked wildly in the restraints as he felt her muscles clench and release over and over again, futilely trying to milk a cock that was not currently nestled inside her. Clearly her climax was growing again and he knew she couldn't hold off any longer this time.

Her delicate pleasure lips grew hot and slick with her excitement, and her eyes seemed to roll up as unintelligible grunts were muffled by the tape. With her back arched, Vitani's tits were projected upward dramatically. In part because of the pressure of the rope on her breasts, her nipples stood up very boldly, and Scamp felt his trousers tighten at the sight. The lioness cried out as she stopped fighting, her back arched and her arms pulled the ropes as tight as they would go. He kept her leg in place as her orgasm took over, her own juices squirting out of her and soaking the bed beneath her.

The nude lioness closed her eyes. Her scruffy head rolled to the side, tape covered mouth twisting and nose flaring as she heaved desperate breath after desperate breath. Scamp could see from the damp fur of her hips the fire that burned in her pelvis, stoked and kept ablaze by the hard object between her legs that held her with its inanimate suspense. The brass casing of the vibrator glinted in the low light from the gas lamps. Finally, her arms and knees sank into the soft blankets of her own bed as she shifted her hips. Other than her chest rising and falling, pulling against the ropes that crossed it in fine patterns and firm knots, there was little to indicate the woman was indeed awake. The stillness was a stark contrast following an hour of passionate squirming and bucking. Her eyes slowly opened with a gentle flutter of lashes, meeting his tender gaze with her own filled with warmth and desire.

“Mmmhmph.” Vitani rolled her hips, getting the silent wand to cycle against her. Carefully, he sat back on the edge of the bed, and gazed over her hills and valleys, mesmerized by the slow rhythm of her breathing. He leaned over slightly, taking in her expression. Her eyes were half lidded, serene, almost glassy, while her brow was smooth ears tipped back. He reached a hand over her mouth, and carefully peeled the tape away from her lips. The lioness breathed a hot huff of air as the tape was removed from her mouth.


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“Mmmmm...damn, Scamp. That was something intense,” she whispered, Her mouth turned up in a contented smile. Her tongue slipped out to lick her freed lips. She could swear that she could see her own heart thundering against her tits. She was naked...and Scamp was almost naked...well, close enough to satisfy her own desires. She wanted to close her legs around him, and trap him into her body. But his bindings were too thorough. If only she could sway him.

"Heh, really?" Scamp returned her grin in a wide charming smile of his own, chocolaty brown eyes soft and full of warmth. His bang flopped before his eyes in a cute sort of manner, as he tossed the old piece of tape across the room. "All I did was run the controls. That toy did all the hard work." 

She raised her head, her chin tucking into her chest, and opened her eyes. Bright and steely in her gaze, she fluttered her eyelashes at him. The end of her tail flicking against the bed sheets. "C'mon. You figured out how to turn me into a pile of goo." 

Scamp’s triangular ears flopped forward. "Yeah? That's good to know I have some natural talents." 

"Easy there termite." She cocked her mouth. The fur around it and one of her cheeks showed the effects of the tape's adhesive. "Don't forget who keeps your tab going down at the Watering Hole. Too much of a big head and I might have to call it in." Vitani twisted her restrained hands, pinned between her back and the bed. "But hey, you got a good thing going with the ropes!"

From her vantage point, back arched, she was looking at him framed between her own bound tits. Like looking down the sight-line of a gun. His gray features, unkempt fluff, floppy ears, and deep brown eyes. He had so much soul. But there was more to that...Scamp knew how to love. While their relationship was nowhere near what she wanted it to be, Vitani still felt closer to Scamp than she had with either of her family members. 

"Angel seems to think the same," He chuckled. "Thanks for letting me do this. " 

Vitani's smile faded slightly, and her ears peeled back. He was full of love, but it was for someone else. She pursed her lip and gave a harsh blow to kick a few loose strands of her bang out from in front of her face. He started working on the ropes that bound her legs back, and secured the massage wand to her neathers. As he sat up, she could see the bulge in his undergarments, begging for release. 

"Psssh, No problem. If she hadn’t figured that out by now, then she doesn't know what she's missing." Vitani rolled her eyes, frowning. She didn't mean for it to sound so harsh, and she quickly followed up with; "I mean...you care so much for her, and she seems to love you so much in return. You two work so well together, you're practically inseparable." 

"Y-yeah?" Scamp looked down at her. He had the vibrator untied from between her legs and was winding up its cord. Vitani hissed a shallow breath as that merciless head left her bare. The air of her bedroom felt warm and stale against her mound and its glistening folds. 

“I remember the first time I met Angel. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was something special.” The dog said as he undid the bindings around the naked lioness' legs. Vitani raised both limbs in the air and stretched them, toes splaying. With her legs out from underneath her, the arch of her back lessened and she was able to lay fully atop her own arms. Scamp wrapped a hand around one of her ankles, and held her leg. Running his free hand down along her calf as he checked for any circulation issues. He ended the rub back at her feet, giving the paws a gentle squeeze. “She gives me shakes and shivers I can't ignore. And I saw that there's more than just running free. But I always feel like she's ahead of me.” 

Vitani watched the way his tuft of hair fell into place upon his head…It was one of the things that had attracted her in the first place, the rough, scruffy way of his fur. The collar made it all the more rough and tousled. His bright eyes, always seeking something more out of life than there was. As he spoke so lovingly of his romantic partner, the lioness felt nothing but jealousy for the woman who had such a caring soul as his, and left him to share his love. 

"She's lucky then," Vitani stated. The hint of caution evident in her voice as her two sapphire eyes locked onto his brown ones, questions sifting in them. She wanted to know more. How far would he be willing to go? "I've never been in a relationship like that. I've never really had the time in the past, and anyone I did have an eye for was with someone else. I just stopped trying to force it, I guess.” 

Scamp continued to massage her legs. His fingers curled around her foot and a wide smile split his maw as he looked back up. "Well, you and I can do anything we want. No worries about making an impression or pleasure...just do what comes naturally!" 

A hint of mischief could be seen in the corner of his mouth. His eyes were full of confidence. It was clear, to her at least, that whatever came, Scamp wasn't going to sweat it. Hesitating for a heartbeat, Vitani moved her tail to the side, flicking it over Scamp's hip in a comforting movement as a more genuine smile lit her lips, before moving it away once again. "I'm enjoying this too, and you're right. We can do whatever we want.” 

His fingers moved along the muscles of her legs, slowly reaching her thighs. Both of his hands pressed and kneaded the soft flesh. It felt absolutely wonderful, and caused her eyelids to drop and a soft purr to roll from her throat. The tenderness of being bound made her skin super sensitive. She hadn't the words to describe it. His hands running over her body, the dog half naked. Herself, fully nude. When she had hopped onto that streetcar, Vitani had doubts about how this situation would go. In the best case, she would be tied up and enjoy the eye candy that was the mutt. At the worst...well, that wasn’t worth thinking about anymore. 

Gray fingers plucked at the ropes around her chest and hips...as if he was trying to untie her, yet couldn't bring himself to do so. Vitani broke the moment of silence and surprised Scamp by curling up her leg to brush the side of his torso gently with a foot. Positioning her legs so that he was now kneeling between them. 

“Just wait till I get outta these ropes, Termite.” A small smirk came upon her face 

“You wish,” Scamp slid a hand along her hip and gave her a soft squeeze of her torso before slipping his hands back around her pelvis, palming her love handles on the way up her restrained body. Vitani purred, and he continued his massage. He stopped at each knot, played with it, then moved on. Like he was pretending to untie her, while rubbing and feeling up her body. His hands running back up her side and finally, reaching her breasts, cupping them. Those brown eyes drinking her in. 
“Trying to woo me now, huh?” Vitani teased slightly, as she ran her ankle up and down his side. Enjoying the feeling of his fingers gliding over her tits. 

“Gosh 'Tani. I never realized until tonight just how pretty you are.” Scamp blurted. “You look so sweet all tied up.” 

"Then don't untie me just yet." She blurted just as quick. Biting her own tongue as she heard the desperation in her voice. She rolled her lower lip, and with a low growl of a voice, finally stated what was on her mind. “Maybe, tonight...we can be a little more than just two friends?” 

Scamp stopped, leaning back so that he was upright between her legs. “Are you sure?” There was a touch of hesitation there. 

"I mean, you’ve already got me chugging, so what’s the difference with a little...you know, fooling around. Sex.” For a moment, Vitani tried to consider what her mind was doing - what she was trying to do. She wasn’t even exactly sure. However she pushed those feelings away. It was just her and Scamp… all she had originally wanted. She forced whatever resistance she was feeling back down once again. “C'mon Termite. I'm naked as the day I was born, and I can see that you're interested in something. I've always found you cute, and we're trying new things, so why don't we finish what we started?" A short pause, then, "More than friends?” 

Scamp gave her a goofy grin. “Alright, more than friends.” 

If it wasn’t for her brown fur, Vitani was sure her muzzle would be bright red. She felt her whole world freeze, and for a moment, there was only her and Scamp. Her words were stolen from her lips as his trousers and undergarments were pulled down his legs and tossed to the side. She peered down her bound body at the gray mutt, drinking him in from the scruffy bang between those two triangular ears to his bare chest and slender torso. Scamp was everything she imagined him to be, his body light and firm, covered with a soft pelt of gray fur. His arms were folded across his chest. Her gaze continued to fall down until it became riveted to the package the young dog possessed. It was completely pink with a nice sized head; dangling under was a set of gray furred balls.

Scamp’s soft chuckle drew her gaze up into the mischievous smirk that was plastered across his tousled furred muzzle. He had caught her looking. Sitting on his knees, he threaded his way between her legs. Vitani drew him to her with nothing more than her blue irises and soft exhalation. Her legs folded back along each side of his body so that her feet were in the air behind his head. As he leaned down further, she watched his eyes, locked in his gaze until they were so close she couldn't focus. His hands landed to each side of her shoulder-blades and held himself barely off her body. The lioness let out a purr, eyes only open halfway Scamp inched ever closer towards her. Their noses now touched each other gently.

Their lips met in a slow kiss, languid and smoldering. Their mouths opened and closed in time with their seemingly synchronized heartbeats. Scamp slid his tongue into her mouth, touching and tasting, as she opened wider. She tapped the bottom of his tongue with her own and they danced together in her mouth.

Scamp's hand glided over her cheek, down her neck, and reached for her breast. He broke the kiss on her lips, and exchanged it for a dozen more lingering kisses across her chin, to the nook of her throat, the hollows at her shoulders, and all around her breasts.

His hands traced the lines of the ropes, gliding along her skin, and the contrasts with the slightly rough hemp. His fingertips slipped under the strands which trapped her breasts up against her chest, they brushed across the ends of her nipples, down the sides, and along her ribs. Meanwhile, he kissed down her sternum and in each of the diamonds created by the rope corset, down her center line, his tongue tracing the edges of the rope. She shifted and rolled as his soft lips and the wet tip of his tongue teased her. As he went lower, her breathing and heartbeat slowed, her mouth opened more, and she let out a contented sigh. It drifted out of her mouth, one small slightly more forceful exhalation, and she quit trying to keep her eyes open.

Scamp kissed her inner thigh, first to his right, then to his left, then glanced up.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, ears perked back.

"Yes. Yes, no. More. Oh, god more, please."

Vitani felt the adhesive back of a fresh strip of tape land across her lips. Her eyes burst open, Scamp's fingers sliding back and forth over her face as he flattened out the tape across her mouth. She had been so lost in her pleasure fog she didn’t even notice that the roll of tape was still out. The male mutt sealed her maw shut with a final firm press with his palm against her face. 

“Then let's break all the rules, ‘Tani.”

He sat back and spread his legs to tuck his calves and paws underneath her hiked hips. He wrapped his left hand over her leg, sliding it up her torso, to brush the underside of her breast, and leaned forward atop her so that they were in a mating press. The ropes around her body creaked as they took the strain of her arms behind her back and dug across her chest and stomach. Scamp took his cock in his right hand, gripped himself firmly and fit the head of his cock into her, pushing in just past her opening. The collar glinted in the gaslights while his cheeks glowed a dull red blush.

Vitani pointed one set of toes at the plaster ceiling, and curled the other, too spent for words, and unable to speak were she not. He shifted his hips, and slid slowly into her, his pace an excruciating, pleasurable torture. Her hands spasmed, gripping the sheets behind her back. She wished she had his flesh under her fingers. Her feet flexed and pointed and her knees trembled as he slipped another inch inside her, feeling her vagina clutch at his shaft. Scamp seemed to be savoring her wet heat and her tight walls claimed him. 

The feline inhaled and let out a sharp whine, her tail tip flicking back and forth between his legs. Her eyes rolled in her head and she couldn't focus. She couldn't think. Her whole body was one exposed nerve, her heartbeat matched to his. He inched further into her, as slowly as he was able to move, and her body rewarded his patience by trembling and shaking. Finally, he bottomed himself into her, fully, leaning his weight against her pelvis, seating his cock into her core.

Then, he stopped moving.

She thrashed under him, and he responded by withdrawing as slowly as he'd entered her. She cried out, begging incoherently, and the dog started sliding back into her, taking her, testing her depths. This time, he backed out and plunged back in without pause, and began to piston back and forth, drawing his cock back until only the head was inside her, then sliding back in, all the way to the hilt. She met his rhythm, as best she could with the limited movements his bondage allowed her. As he pushed in and pulled out, she swayed her hips down and up. She felt the pulse of her muscles against his hands on her stomach, fingers clutching the ropes, clinging to her.

As the movement was established and maintained; her muffled groans and sighs filled the room, competing for space with his open grunts and moans. He took his time; and she savored him and this moment. Her skin flushed, sweat beaded up on her brow, and down in the joints of her hips. Her eyes opened and fluttered closed, widened and narrowed. Her sealed mouth moved soundlessly under the tape, and her nostrils flared.

Vitani was gone again, her mind blank, her body no longer under her control. Her head rolled back so her skull pressed hard into the mattress below her. The only things she could be aware of were his cock sliding in and out of her, and the rope coiled around her body. She shook, clutching around him again, and panted, her breathing the loudest sound in the room.

Still, Scamp worked in her, worked on her, all while Vitani moaned loudly every time he entered her, spurring him on. His hips pushing into her, buried balls deep in her warm, wet center. He muttered to himself, a filthy incantation of love and lust as he rode along the waves of her most recent orgasm. He curled both hands around the ropes, holding the bottom of the chest harness and picking up his pace. His pelvis now shoving hard into her as she grunted and squealed, her legs wrapped around his hips.  

His skin was flushed, sweat dripped from his brow to land on her torso as he leaned over. She opened her eyes, seeing nothing, and his gaze bored into her, pinning her to him as surely as his hands gripped her. He picked up the pace, ramming her more forcefully. Her moans turned into a squeal and then a full shriek as her female muscles clenched around him milking his cock as he stroked in and out. He didn't break stride pumping hard into her, the tightness of her soft folds had him already close to climax.

Three more pumps and he erupted, shooting his sperm deep inside her. He let out a grunt as he pulsed repeatedly, and Vitani let out a final muffled wail. With one last hard thrust up with her pelvis, her vagina contracted and exploded around him. Scamp arched his back and she felt his seed flow deep inside her three, four, then five times, filling her up.

They stayed locked in this position for a few moments before Scamp slowly lowered her hips to the bed and his hands slipped off her chest.

He managed to collapse down at her side, rather than falling directly on her. His torso partially covered her bound body and his legs braced only by the edge of the bed frame. One arm sprawled across her and his head landed near her shoulder. They both lay there, breathless and shaking. Yet both were smiling and giddy, staring at each other, beyond words. The strongest tie now in the gaze each bestowed on the other.

His spent cock slid from between her lips and they both sighed at the loss of sensation. As his cock slipped free, traces of their mutual fluids connected them before splitting away to nothingness. Scamp made himself rise and moved fully onto the bed, so he could lay next to her. He brushed the bang off Vitani's gagged face, then slowly pulled the tape off. As the adhesive strip was removed once again, she blinked slowly, her face split wide in a beautiful grin.

His hand slipped down her cheek, across her neck, between her breasts, then came to a rest on her stomach. The lioness twisted, as best she could, and used the freedom to close her legs and that momentum to roll to her side to face him more fully.

Her body remained curled, her shins on his thighs, her arms still tied behind her back. Scamp sat up onto his knees, and reached down to yank loose the knot that held the shibari tight around her bosom. He moved his hand again, to undo the same knot on the other side.

He pulled on the rope binding her arms, the chain of loops loosening in quick succession, and Vitani felt her body relax.

Scamp helped her sit up and unfold her arms, rubbing the muscles as she flexed her wrists. They shifted around, long enough for her to move the other arm. He slid closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, and she was able to return the embrace. The terrier’s arm draped over her, finding her hands. He pressed his forehead to hers and Vitani peered down, feeling his malehood lay across her thigh.

“How are you still hard?" she asked. Scamp shrugged and she reached down and gave his shaft, already starting to throb, a gentle squeeze. "Almost makes me want to go again."

"I can go again." That goofy smile returned, as did the sly tilt of the head.  

"Oh?"  She kissed his cheek. “Well, that’s a challenge.”

Scamp rolled his eyes playfully, but she noticed him flex his arms a little as she started to rub her hand up and down his shaft. The tender skin was well lubricated from their mutual fluids, and the sensations were enough to make the terrier rock his hips side to side. Vitani found it sexy and endearing at the same time.

“Getting turned on for me?”

"Very," He admitted with a soft whine, his ears pinned back.

"Good," She growled in a sultry tone. Gently pushing the naked terrier onto his back, Vitani faced him and straddled him at the waist. She shivered, getting goosebumps from the thrill. She positioned herself so that Scamp’s cock was pressed up against her ass, and her tail curled around one of his hiked legs. “Now I’m in charge.”

Not even sure where that came from, she followed her own instincts for what she wanted to do next, and leaned forward letting her breasts press against his furry chest while her lips met his in a warm and tender kiss. The hardness of Scamp’s erection rubbing between her cheeks was as obvious to her as the wetness of her holiness upon his shaft. The kiss was long and passionate, becoming a heated clash of tongues and lips and breath. From the corner of her eye, Vitani noticed her lover lifting his hands and hovering them over her hips. A compulsive gesture, an eager need to touch her. With their lips separating with an audible ‘smack’, she leaned away from their kiss and giggled.

"Not yet," She admonished, her tits dangling in front of him as she shook her head. The lioness wiggled a bit against him and his hips flexed in reply.

"Fuck..." Scamp hissed through gritted teeth. The canine’s cock was hot and pulsing against the feline’s ass.

"You had your turn." She reminded him, smirking. "Now it’s mine, and I get what I want. So, I have one condition before we continue."

Before Scamp could ask what that was, the lioness tucked her legs against him and pulled herself up so that she sat atop him. Rising herself up a little and bracing herself, Vitani reached for the terrier’s cock and guided it into place so that the head was firmly cupped within her folds once more. She then held herself, Scamp’s erection pressing but not entering.

“I want you to be my boyfriend.” Vitani declared with authority, her confidence bubbling over. “Just like how Angel has Dolly, I want you to be mine.”  

“I thought you would never ask!” Scamp laughed, his hands gripping her hips. “I sorta figured that’s what all this was going to be about. After-all, we’re now more than just friends.” 

“That’s right,” The lioness shifted her hips back, easing slowly until his penis slipped all the way in, sheathed inside her body. “We’re more than friends.”

The hot, hard, perfect contact as she sat upon his hips made her moan low and long, feeling intoxicated from the simple pleasure. It felt so good, so right… and she tilted her head back, clenching her muscles around his cock to feel as full with him as she could. Scamp joined her with a low groan and gave his own sigh as she took her time savoring this moment. Slowly, she began gyrating her hips, exploring the sensations as their bodies found new points of friction together. His fingers dug into the feline’s love handles and he readjusted his grip to start thrusting into her, catching the rhythm of her ride. Her wiggling and clenching caused wet sounds where they were pressed together, her riding him like a cowgirl.  

Vitani began to seek out a pattern in her movement. First grinding around in a circular motion, then rocking back and forth a few times and then back to grinding. Her thoughts began to blur as she let her motions follow impulse. She tilted her head back again and closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on finding just the right stimuli in just the right sequence. Moans were beginning to escape from her open mouth more regularly, too. All the energy and heat of such a luxurious fuck was wrapping her up in a daze, the need and pleasure pulling her into a clumsy dance as she writhed atop his cock.

She brought her hands back to her chest, tugging and tweaking her own nipples as she writhed and rocked on top of the mutt. Gyrating and rocking and bouncing in place while Scamp started to move more urgently in his own arousal beneath her. His hands slid up and down her side in a rush to grope and fondle her body. He squeezed her thighs, slid his palms over and groped at her ass, then pulled at her hips to thrust up into the wiggling lioness... the energy was so frenzied that she couldn’t help but laugh. 

"You're welcome," She teased. Scamp chuckled and gave her hip a little pinch in retaliation, but never ceased his exploring contact.

Opening her eyes and peering down, she realized she was not the only one getting dazed. Looking into the mutt’s eyes as she braced against his chest, she saw the hunger there. Scamp was bucking hard beneath her now, his breath hitching and unable to resist the impulse. The lust in his system had him gasping and groaning, no doubt close to orgasm now. Vitani wasn’t sure how long he’d been close but now it must have been getting harder to resist.

"Oh fuck," Scamp gave a ragged exhalation with his tongue rolling out of the corner of his mouth, and she felt her vagina clench instinctively in reply. 

The two lovers moaned in unison this time and the thrill made Vitani’s heart flutter. This was exactly what she wanted. Both canine and feline moved in a heated frenzy to find that peak, while also clinging to every sensation. She craved him, wanting every last bit of control. Her hands fell upon his now, keeping them clamped to her hips as they made love with a mindless intensity. 

"Mmm yes," she urged him on, clutching at his burning erection as she writhed at a faster pace. Her breasts bouncing and jiggling in a fluid circle upon her chest. "I want you to cum, runt. Cum while you're buried deep inside me. I need it!"

Scamp’s tongue flopped out of his mouth as his body tensed up, bucking upwards and titling his head back into the sheets as his orgasm burst inside her.  

A pure joy flooded Vitani’s mind, built from a satisfaction barely possible to put into words. He had given himself over to her. She had claimed him as her own after so many nights alone. She gasped and squealed and rode the throes of Scamp’s climax with him, a warm tingle that flowed throughout her hips. As the male eased back a little, she slowed her rhythm down. Not quite still, but very gentle.

"And victory goes to the queen," the lioness purred, sticking her tongue out as the dog caught his breath.

"Wasn't this supposed to be about your pleasure?" Scamp asked, his voice a little dry from panting. The lioness rolled her eyes playfully, her ears pointing forward.

"Well, it is... and I'm not finished," Came the sultry reply. Vitani leaned down close again, but not for a kiss. Instead she reached alongside Scamp’s head... and picked up the vibrator.

"Ooh," Scamp’s reply was drawn out as though she had imparted some great wisdom. One of his hands left her hip to snatch at the controller.

The feline felt his cock pulse inside her, the hardness that had only just faded slightly was building eagerly back up. She giggled, unable to keep her giddiness in check, and pressed the toy up against her clit. Looking down at her lover, Vitani gave a wink.

A sly smile caused the ends of Scamp’s mouth to dig cute little dimples into his cheek, his thumb flicking u on the little switch turning it on.

"Mmm, god." Vitani added as the pleasure spiked in her already electrified nerves. The slower, indulgent pace vanishes as the new sensation wound up her system. The lioness writhed and rocked on the canine in a newly urgent pattern. Everything in her brain was gearing to chase down that final pleasure. She wanted to find that glowing moment of climax... and most importantly, she wanted to share it with him.

Vitani squirmed at a compulsively growing speed, arching her back and nibbling at her bottom lip. The rise and fall of intensity in her nerves was a perfect torment. She was left at the mercy of Scamp’s thumb. Her brain was just a jumble of her senses... the sounds of his moans as she continued to ride him, the friction inside her from his solid erection, the thrill and the exertion, the pursuit of release... She wanted to control him, yet she couldn't control herself.

"Oh my god," she gasped, pressing and swirling the buzzing vibe over her clit. Vitani was completely indulgent now, riding Scamp’s cock while he toyed her clit to a point she could barely stand. He never let up, the hum of the toy never decreasing in its pitch, even as he groaned and flexed beneath her. The lioness could feel the pleasure tilting just at the edge. So close, so good, so sensitive that before she could hesitate, it was too late.

The feline convulsed and moaned over and over as the orgasm plunged her over the edge. It hit like a blast of heat, a floating, light-headed sensation that had her bending backwards, unable to stay upright. Scamp dropped the controller and gripped both of her hips as she shuddered through her throes. Her hands let go of the toy and clutched his wrists while her own liquids squirted around the seal his cock made and dampened his crotch and her thighs.

"Phew, fuck..." Vitani growled as the climax ebbed. Panting and smiling, she pulled herself upright. Her whole body was flush with afterglow, and glimmered in the low lamplight with oil and sweat. She carefully picked up the vibrator from where it lay, buzzing merrily atop Scamp’s chest, and switched it off. He took it from her and gently dropped it to the floor next to the almost spent battery while the lioness took the effort to slide off his cock. Vitani tumbled to one side of him before surrendering to her fatigue, collapsing down onto the bed and snuggling up against the equally spent canine.

"Mmm," Scamp hummed a satisfied sound and cuddled her as their energy settled into a lazy ease. Both lovers were reduced to non-verbal puddles, the perfect way to end the night. Vitani raised her head and planted a light kiss against Scamp’s cheek before she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. The phonograph had long ago reached the end of the wax record, leaving it spinning soundlessly on its turnstyle. The lioness was unable to resist a grin at herself as she realized that she was sure to be sore in a few places tomorrow.

Well worth it, in her book. There was no way Angel had even come close to what she and Scamp had accomplished.


************	
Marceline

The room was a mess.

Clothes, sex toys, crops, paddles, and leather cuffs were scattered across the floor and over knocked-askew furniture, the chaotic remains of a magnificent evening. Even the old table wasn't devoid, with the components of a leather harness scattered across its surface. A comfortable-looking couch was positioned opposite a wall that seemed to consist almost entirely of two enormous picture windows. It was on the floor in front of this couch that Angel and Dolly lay on their sides, facing one another. Their lithe bodies nude and coated in glistening sweat while both panted for breath.

Breathing heavy, Angel looked around the spacious room, her eyes taking in every little detail. Her ears tipped back as the steam radiator rattled in the corner. It was nice but totally Dolly. Where her own apartment with Scamp was rather well-organized, Dolly’s things weren't tucked away so neatly. Their personal mess seemed to compliment the half-opened chest and random assortment of rugs that decorated the floor they lay upon. The chest and its contents had apparently once belonged to the spotted girl’s mother. The pom wasn’t sure if the older woman knew her daughter had absconded with it. Too hot to embrace at the moment, Angel reached out and linked her fingers with Dolly's, pushing her damp, tousled bang from her eyes with the other hand. 

“Whew, that was unbelievable, Angel. Absofuckingunbelievable,” Dolly huffed, giving Angel's fingers a squeeze.

“I gathered you might like it,” Angel raised her head slightly to look down at the dalmatian. Around her neck hung a loose ballgag. Her own torso was crossed with markings from a tight rope harness.

“I don't think I've had such a powerful orgasm in weeks, maybe months.” Dolly teased, running a finger along the side of her partner’s cheek. The fur and skin around the dalmatian’s wrists also showed impressions of prior bindings. “Did you like yours?”
	
Angel laughed, playfully batting at one of the spotted dog’s ears. It had been magical to endure. One of the naked pom’s floppy ears was caught against her bang, the fur of her muzzle and chin damp with both her own sweat, and the female lubricants of the equally naked Dalmatian who’s spread legs the Pomeranian’s face had previously been buried in.

“It was sinfully amazing,” Angel gave a husky giggle, rolling over onto her stomach. The pom ran her hand over Dolly's reddened ass, marked with the stripes of a paddle. “Even a terrible version of that would have been mind-blowing.”

Stifling a whimper as the other dog's fingers traced a heart-shaped welt, Dolly murmured, “I’m so glad we’re doing this.”

"No lie there, Spots. Don't know how you talked me into it, but you have." Angel replied teasingly, lazily running a fingertip along Dolly's snow-white thigh. "It's been what, a month now?"

"Yeah, we should make this a weekly thing. Also, I talked you into it the first time, the rest was all you," Dolly objected mildly, shivering as goosebumps rose in the wake of Angel's finger on her tender flesh.

Wriggling her fingers to ease the sting from her palm’s movements across the reddened flesh, Angel pulled herself a little closer and kissed Dolly's small, firm ass where it had been smacked. She pressed her lips against the white fur and nibbled against the other woman’s hip. Little kisses that started at the pelvic bone and traveled over the crest of that white furred thigh. Paying very particular attention to the spot where a crotch rope had once dug into the flesh.

“Ohhh, keep doing that!” the dalmatian breathed, laying a hand upon Angel’s head and ruffling the golden fur between her ears.

“What? This?” Angel nipped at the girl’s flesh.

“Yes!” Dolly hissed “C’mon, tell me. Isn’t this the best you’ve ever had?”

Laying her chin against the back of Dolly's thighs like a pillow, Angel sighed comfortably. “Now, that’s a long list, and I’m not exactly keeping track.”

Dolly started to say something, then stopped. She remained on her side, but laid her head on her arm and looked away briefly. Angel raised her own head slightly. It wasn't like the other dog to hesitate, and she hiked her brow without saying a word.

"So, does that mean that there was a time before Scamp?" Dolly finally murmured.

Angel’s ears tipped back, and she paused before her reply. “Yes? There was.” She frowned thoughtfully at the back of Dolly's head. “You said you’ve experimented before. Wasn’t there someone before me?”

"Well sure. I’ve screwed but I haven't done any of this," Dolly raised her head and gestured loosely around them at the scattered restraints and instruments of pleasurable punishment, "with anyone else. That's all you! What else did you do?”

“Oh, a little of this, a little of that.” Angel continued; “This sort of thing would be tame in comparison. I didn’t have much of a family, so I fell in with some hard personalities, and I had a lover who wasn’t afraid to share.”

“Wait, really!?!” Said Dolly quickly, looking back over her shoulder. “Bow-waka-woah! That sounds intense.”

“A past life,” Angel rolled her head so that the rubber sphere of the gag nestled against her cheek. Her eyelids dipped and her voice was low. “And one that had plenty of drawbacks. The girl you see today is in a much better place.”

“Do you miss it?” There was a plaintive whimper in Dolly's voice that took Angel by surprise. “All of that sort of sex stuff, I mean. Being with others.”

“Dolly, what’s going on?” The pom asked, pushing herself up on one elbow. “What thoughts are bouncing around that head of yours?”

“What’s going on, is that I’m marking up as an engineer.” Dolly rolled onto her back, and placed a hand on Angel’s head so the pom’s face would fall against her white stomach. “Chief says there’s an opening in the schedule, and I’m taking it!” Shaking her head, she added quickly, “So I was thinking, you could mark up as well! Be a fireman and you know….”

“Work with you instead of Tramp and Lady’s crew,” Angel finished

“Yeah, we work really well as a team! And you know, it would be kinda fun to be working lovers.”

Angel laid her muzzle between those snow-white breasts, and sighed. She figured this was where she was going. “As much as I appreciate that, Spots, and I really do. I just don’t think I could leave my family.”

 “Oh, okay then. That’s fine, I guess.” The dalmatian instantly deflated. She hid her face under one of her long thin ears and there was a note of disappointment in her voice. “I just thought you would like working with me and spending more time together.”

Angel pulled herself up, swinging one leg around, she re-positioned herself so that she was laying on Dolly’s chest, her legs spread around her, and facing the dalmatian. She leaned forward and placed a hand on each side of Dolly’s head, her own ears flopping forward as her arms took her weight.

“This is about more than being an engineer, isn’t it?”

Gradually, Dolly's saddened expression faded, but she kept his eyes on the pom and nodded. “I know we’re not exclusive, and that you’ve got another lover. But I’m not sure how to feel about anyone else.”

“And…” Angel raised her brow.

“I just never thought about how much experience you might have,” Dolly wrapped her arms around Angel, running her hands over the woman’s golden furred hips. “and…if you ever just, wanna have someone else in our bed?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” A subtle hesitation found its way into her reply as she mulled over Dolly’s possessive reference to their relationship. “I’m sure Scamp wouldn’t mind if we asked him.”

“It’s just this is my first time in this sort of relationship.” Swallowing, she added, “But I want to make you happy, and I want to get to know your…” She paused, letting out a huff through her nose. “Lover.”

“Oh, Spots.” Angel whispered, before tipping her head down to steal a tender kiss from her lover’s warm lips. She pressed lightly against the other woman’s mouth, letting their warm lips glide against each other, while raising her rump so that Dolly’s hands captured and clutched at her cheeks.

“Just take things easy.” Angel sighed as their mouths separated. “There isn’t a contest.”

“Okay, as long as you’re here, I will.” Dolly agreed hoarsely. “So, does this mean you won’t be my fire…”

Angel dipped her head again, cutting the dalmatian off. This time, they met with force, exploring each other's lips, then parting them slightly. Both tongues joined and Dolly pushed hers slightly into Angel’s mouth, taking control. The pom moaned, savoring the taste of her lover’s mouth. The movement of their tongues increased as they kissed passionately. Angel found every second exhilarating, and she didn't want the moment to end. At the same time, the Angel moved both of her hands to cup her lover’s face. The light touch on Dolly’s cheek seemed to give the dalmatian the confidence to continue, for she pushed her tongue deeper into Angel’s mouth, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning. Their saliva mixed within each other's mouths. As their mouths separated, Dolly gently bit Angel’s lower lip causing it to tingle.
 
Angel looked down at her lover. "Liked that, didn’t you?"

There was a crack of skin on skin as Dolly gave the Pomeranian a quick smack to the side of her buttock. Angel shivered from the sharp stinging sensation and bit her lower lip to stifle the moan. She then dipped her muzzle down and pressed her lips against one of Dolly’s nipples and gave it a light nip in return. 

“Oh yeah!” Squeezing the Pomeranian's soft ass, the dalmatian shuddered as Angel nibbled on her tit. “That’s the spot.”

“You’re nothing but spots.” The pom chuckled.

“Bow Waka Wow.” Dolly smiled up at her smugly, groping her lover’s buttocks. "Now it's my turn to tease."

"In the morning, little nympho.” Angel sat up, sitting on Dolly’s hips. “You’ve worn me out tonight. For now, I just want to feel your warm body against me as I fall asleep.”

"But," Dolly started to protest. “I can’t let tonight end like this. You’re in the lead!”

“No buts. Remember what I just said?” 

“It’s not a competition.” Dolly frowned.

“Making you come earlier was just as satisfying to me, as the orgasm was to you.” The pom placed a finger against the other woman’s pouting lips. “You're beautiful when so completely lost in your pleasure.”

Dolly blushed, but didn't protest any more.

Carefully, Angel rose from the floor. Standing upright, she ran her hands over her arms and stomach to smooth out the unkempt fur and try and massage away the harsh pattern of lines that were left from the night’s bondage. She peered down at the spotted woman laying on her back on the floor. She found that Dolly was always beautiful, but the soft, warm glow of the gaslight coupled with the light sheen of sweat only emphasized her graceful, light features. The dalmatian's wrists, ankles, knees, and elbows all showed a pattern of released ropework that stood out against the white fur.

The nude Pomeranian walked over to the knob that controlled the gaslight. She could feel Dolly’s narrowed eyes and wide smirk against her back, and the pom made an extra effort to rock her hips so that her lover was given a warm show. Her own body was glistening just as warmly as Dolly’s, and as the gaslight faded, Angel’s golden fur caught it and her curves seemed to glow as if lit from within just before fading to a dark shape. A shaft of moonlight from the window was now the only illumination.

Snuggled together on the floor, the two lovers held each other wrapped up in their arms. Angel nuzzled in closer against her, feeling Dolly’s calm, rhythmic heartbeat against her cheek as she rested her head against that spotted chest. From her position with her own eyes shut, Angel couldn't see her lover’s face, but she could feel, through the subtle sigh that came from the dalmatian’s throat, that Dolly was smiling.

Their hands found one another, and they held them as they fell asleep, fingers interlaced with one another.



 THE END