A Tale of Two Dixies 

Lady and the Tramp and Fox and the Hound are copyright the dude with the mouse ears and the big castle. Balto goes to Universal. This is an 'Alternate Universe' and takes liberties with the movies and the canon from which it’s set around. Big vote of thanks to the user “LoneWolfSniper44” for helping me edit this.


Like the sun
And blue skies
Like summer nights
And fireflies 

Like an itch
And a scratch 
We're the perfect match 

Cause we're in harmony 

Marceline, 1893

Dixie couldn’t contain her excitement.

“I’m telling you! I saw it clear as day. ‘Cause it was clear as day!” The Pomeranian declared in a high-pitched squeal. “Right there on the riverbank, near the railroad bridge.”  

The lavender-furred Pomeranian sat with her elbows on the table, a teacup in her hand. Sunlight shone down on the brick and stone of Main Street, and a gentle breeze stirred her riding skirt as her curly tail fluttered the heavy fabric. The sound of cicadas hummed in the air, joined by the rattle of horse and steam drawn wagons from the cobblestone street. The front porch of the coffeehouse had a few tables scattered in the shadow of its second story, but only she and Sylvie had elected to lunch outside that warm afternoon. They faced the open street, hiding in the cool shade from the stifling air inside. That morning’s copy of the Main Street Gazette sat folded atop the table, alongside a basket of biscuits and a porcelain tea set. Steam rose from the teapot while three sets of cups and saucers sat out. Two of the cups were full with fresh bags, while the third sat empty, waiting.  

Dixie had been engaging in these afternoon lunches with her friends for as long as she had lived in Marceline. It was a ritual that marked years of common trust and mutual gossip. So, it was nothing out of the ordinary that she had some sort of big story to tell to her companion sitting across the table

“Uh huh.” Frowning, the Afghan hound brought the cup to her lips and took a deep gulp of her tea. “And what exactly were you doing down there, watching this happen? That’s not particularly a road.”

“What do you think? Hot spring day, a girl might like to cool off with a wade in the river.” The pom rolled her shoulders with a haughty shuffle. The top of her Somerset blouse was low, baring her light-colored cleavage. “But they were doing more than cooling off. They were absolutely entangled with one another! I’m telling you, it was positively raw.”

The hound gazed incredulously at her friend. She pulled a long slender ear to the side with her free hand, showing a simple piercing above one lip. “Dixie, I know you’ve always been one to go overboard. But don’t tell me you just sat there and watched?” 

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Maybe give them some privacy!” The hound rolled her eyes and brought the cup to her lips. “Next you’ll be telling me you cavorted down there and asked to join.”

Dixie glanced over at the newspaper. The article that attracted her most was one that wasn’t on the front page. She had been employed by the Main Street Gazette since she had made the relocation to Marceline all those years ago. 

“My job is to write the juiciest stories so my employer can sell papers. That was a financial decision. Of course, I’m going to stick around and watch.” The pom put her hands on her flared hips and pouted.

“Oh I’m sure that was all the influence you needed.”

“I don’t call it “Minutes on Main Street” if it’s not up to the minute!” Dixie tipped her head back, eyes narrowing as a wide grin split her muzzle. “Besides, wait until you learn who it was I saw!”

“Was it someone important? Governor Foxington was in town this week and I heard from a reliable source she was spotted up on Snob Hill.” Sylvie looked away wistfully. “Talk about someone to roll on the riverbank with.”

“Nope. But we’ll have to talk about your crush with the governor sometime.” The pom’s curly tail whipped the back of the seat. “Still, go on. Have a guess!”

“C’mon. Just get to the meat and potatoes before you burst a blood vessel.” 

“It was...” Dixie rolled her lower lip and gave a dramatic pause. “Aleu!”

“Wait! Jenna’s daughter?” Sylvie choked. Jerking upright, she let her teacup settle onto the tabletop. “Little Papa’s girl? Impressive. Seemed like she ate, drank, and breathed for the job.” 

“I’ve heard some stories.” The pom said with a sly smile. “But that’s not the end of it. Oh no! The guy she was with, he had to be twice her age!”

“Twice her age? Sounds like little Aleu is robbing the grave. Did you recognize him? Think he’s anyone prominent?” 

“No. I didn’t. I suspect he’s a railroader.” Dixie ran a hand over her forehead, pushing back a lock of white hair. “Do you think Jenna knows him?”

“If not, Balto would. There’s not a name on that line he wouldn’t recognize.” Sylvie shook her head as she picked the paper up. “I wouldn’t mind knowing just who it is that snapped her up. She was a rambunctious one.” A slight smile formed on her mouth as she looked over the actual headlines. “You haven’t told Jenna yet? Have you?” 

“Don't you think I should? After-all, we’ve shared everything, ever since our days in Nome!” Dixie blurted. “I have to tell her. Especially if I’m gonna print it. It’s too good not to!”

“Maybe you should hold off on that. Both the printing, and telling Jenna.” 

“Why shouldn’t Jenna get to know? If anyone needs to know, it’s her.” 

“To begin with, because she’s our friend. And honestly, I gather what you saw, but it doesn’t make you look good that you sat there and watched.”

“And this is coming from the woman who drilled a hole in the men’s washroom back at the mines!”

“I’m never going to live that down.” The hound heaved a sigh, “Still, that wasn’t my best friend’s daughter I was watching.” 

“Oh, come off it. It’s no surprise that Aleu is spreading her wings.” 

“No, the surprise is my friend’s sudden interest in voyeurism.” The hound chuckled. “Little Aleu is growing up.” 

“Like mother, like daughter. Remember how Jenna was in Nome?”

The newspaper was lowered, and Sylvie glared over its edge. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

Dixie’s broad smile faltered slightly. “Just that the whole town knew about her and Steele and their wild times. Remember when she was seen in the window?” She paused. “And then, her and Balto. In fact. I sometimes wonder about those two. Notice she never talks about what Balto is like in the sack?” 

“If you're so curious, why don't you ask her?” 

“You don’t think I have?” Dixie pouted. “Girl likes to tease. She did the same thing with Steele.”

Sylvie shook her head. She turned the pages back to the front, seemingly content with her quick search of the paper, and found a column in particular: Minutes on Main Street. The column was supposed to focus on current events, but always seemed to run a fine line between speculative journalism, and outright gossip. “Have you thought that maybe you’re just a little bit envious?” 

“What?” Shaking her head, Dixie waved the question away. “Whatever gives you that idea?”

Sylvie shot her best friend a smirk. “I haven’t seen you so worked up over someone else’s love life since our time back in Nome. When you clearly wanted to be in Jenna’s place.” 

“Well yeah. She was with Steele! He was just a powerhouse! Absolutely splendiferous! Who wouldn’t have wanted to be with him?” The pom felt a wistful smile tug at her lips. “I remember you fawning just as hard! When you'd hardly give any guy the time of day.”

The afghan arched a brow. “In case it slipped your mind over the years. He almost blew up the town.” 

“I didn’t say he wasn’t an asshole.” The smile vanished, and a glare replaced it. 

“How old did you say this man with Aleu was?”

“Old enough to be her father.”

“Old enough to be one of our mates, is what you mean.”

The pom looked up at the hound beside her, frowning. “Whatcha getting at Sylvie?” 

“Just that you want to be in Aleu’s place is all.” 

“Meee!” Dixie’s mouth stayed open for a moment of simple, blank surprise. “I told ya. I’m not jealous.”

“Hun, you’re green with envy over this.” Sylvie folded the paper and plopped it down atop the table. The mild indignation in her tone was utterly betrayed by the grin on her lips. “Why else would you stick around and watch the whole scene when the most notable person is our friend's daughter?" A small smile. “Bet you couldn't help but daydream a bit, huh?”

“So, what if I was?” The pom finally admitted, pointing a wavering finger. “But I’ll have ya know that I’m as attractive as ever, more so!” A flush of heat ran along Dixie's cheeks, spreading to her ears. “I’m experienced. A crackerjack love-maker! Superb!”

“I’m sure you're all that and then some. But embarrassment isn’t denial, Dix,” the hound pointed out.

“Okay, maybe it’s been a while. Maybe I would like for some strong arms to take me down by the river.”

“See. First you wanted to be in Jenna's shoes. Now you want to be in her daughter's. And you're thinking about printing a lurid depiction of her daughter's riverbank rendezvous and ruining your friendship – make no mistake, that's what'll happen – all to sell a few more papers and make yourself feel good.”

A few seconds slipped by while Sylvie picked up her cup and drained the last of her tea. Across the table, Dixie’s eyes flicked this way and that as she surveyed the street, her lips pressed tightly together. She hesitated to speak, seeming to want to choose her words carefully. 

“I shouldn’t run the story, should I?” She said in a low murmer.

“Not if you want to stay on Jenna’s good side...never-mind what Aleu would do once she found out.” There was a note in Sylvie's voice that made Dixie draw back slightly. “All I’m saying is reel it in a little. Save the gossip for the column, and unless it turns out Aleu is screwing a board member of the Western & Atlantic itself, leave that one be.”

Dixie stirred her own cup of tea, staring heatedly at the dark liquid that partially filled it. She closed her eyes, her slender fingers tightening around the cup’s handle as she shuffled awkwardly on the spot. Sylvie said nothing, instead focusing on the newspaper for a few silent moments.

She looked up and spotted a red furred husky walking briskly down the street, a smile on her lips. The husky’s long arms were bare to the warm afternoon, while the occasional flutter of her green skirt revealed white stockings. A thin paper bag swung from one hand, emitting the delicious fragrance of freshly baked pastries.

The little Pomeranian sat up. She took a deep breath and swallowed, before waving. “Salutations, Jenna.”  

Sylvie whirled around and cast a smile, her own tail starting to wag. “Hello dear. It’s a pleasure to see you!”

“Hello girls.” Jenna placed her bag atop the table and slid into an empty chair. “I hope you don’t mind me being a tad late. I made a stop and picked up these wonderful pastries.” 

“Not at all!” Dixie said with a forced smile. “Come and join us, tell us what’s new.”

Tea, biscuits, fresh pastries, and cool shade all made company pleasant, and the three old friends were soon well engaged with each other. It didn’t take long for the pom to forget about the begrudging envy that Sylvie's words had pointed out, and soon she was cheerfully leading the conversation. The forced smile eased into a genuine one.

“Both of them were spotted coming off the train, and they've been holed up at the Hotel.” Dixie announced. Her ties within the gazette enabled her to inform her pals about news that had yet to be printed. “Can you believe it, The Singing Strays themselves, here in Marceline!”

“We have a few of their records,” Jenna remarked. The husky’s tail curled alongside the chair as she fanned herself in the spring heat. “That Cash can really sing.”

“That he can!” Sylvie smiled. “The dog has a way with a tune. Although...” She lowered her voice to a deep whisper. “I would rather spend a day with his partner. She can sing my music any day.” 

“I’ve caught Balto singing along when he thinks he’s alone. He gets so carried away when no one is watching.” Jenna let out the tiniest of giggles, the hand she had been fanning with finding its way to politely hide her smile. “I sometimes wonder if he pretends he’s on a stage.” 

“Oooh. What I wouldn’t give to spend an afternoon with Cash.” Dixie fluttered. “When the Gazette runs his picture, I like to tear it out and keep it.”

Sylvie nodded. “I wonder what brings them to Marceline? They usually perform in Nashville or Chattanooga.”

“Any word about where they might be performing, Dix?” The husky looked at her friend. “I’m sure they would advertise in the papers.”

“Sadly no.” Dixie’s ears dipped. “But the second an announcement comes up listed for print, I’ll be sure to tell you. Be the first to know, and beat out a crowd.”

“Balto might like that.” Jenna dipped a spoon and swirled her tea with expert grace, the lightest of smiles decorating her muzzle. “We go dancing on occasion. Be nice to waltz to the real thing instead of a record.”      

Dixie’s ears perked at the rapid clang of a streetcar bell. She was the first to spot the terrier as he avoided the car and started to cross the street behind it. He was tall, lanky, his muzzle fur straggly, and his two triangular ears perked upwards to match his charming smile. Sylvie spotted him too, and it was her brows raising that alerted Jenna, with her back to the street. As he stepped up onto the porch, the russet furred woman swung around, and instantly beamed. 

“Hello Mrs. Seppala. I hope I’m not intruding on anything important.” The mutt’s stubby tail fluttered at the seat of his brown trousers. “I just wouldn’t be the gentleman I proclaim to be if I didn’t at least say hello to the GM’s fine lady when I saw her.”

“Hello to you too, Tramp,” the husky said with a warm grin. “How nice of you to join us! Staying out of trouble, I hope?”

“Now, where’s the fun in that!” he said, cracking a matching smile. “Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’ll at least make it worth the story.”

“Now, where are my manners?” The husky waved a hand over the table, motioning to her companions. “This is Dixie and Sylvie, two longtime friends who I’ve known since before Balto and I came south.” 

Sylvie batted her eyelids and hiked a shoulder. “Hiyah handsome!” 

“Goodness, hello!” Dixie could feel her heart rate start to increase as she glanced up and down the male’s frame. Her tail fluttered through the gap in the back of the chair. 

“Girls, this is Tramp Dear. He and his wife work on the railroad.” Jenna introduced. 

“The pleasure is all mine! Any friends of Mrs. Seppala are friends of mine.” 

“What brings you to this side of Town?” Jenna asked, hands folded under her chin.   

“Oh, just picking up the mail.” Tramp slipped a hand into his vest and pulled out a small wad of letters. “Quite a stack this afternoon. This one letter feels like there’s a novel inside.” His warm smile was aimed directly at Jenna, who dipped her muzzle into her hands to hide a growing blush. But there was no hiding the glint in her eyes,  

Dixie cocked her mouth, instantly recognizing the flowing handwriting on the first letter as belonging to Jenna. The pom exchanged a look with Sylvie, then back across the table at their new acquaintance as he slipped the letters back into his vest. She felt her heart race and based on the way the afghan hound’s eyebrows were hiked, Sylvie had to be thinking the same thing. A strange man she had never seen before, letters to one another, and Jenna’s cheeks were almost the same shade as her fur! Her thoughts were derailed when Sylvie snapped to attention and was first to speak up.

“What do you do for the W&A?” The Afghan hound leaned forward, a broad smile across her muzzle. “Are you an officer or board member?”  

“I’m a manager of coal and water, and my mate monitors the usage of steam.” The mongrel winked. Sylvie looked at Dixie, and they both shared confused looks before he quickly added; “Just a lowly fireman and his brave engineer. Nothing special.” 

“Oh, stop that!” Jenna cut in. “You and Lady are one of the best crews on the road. Balto has said so himself!”

“Oh, has he?” Tramp cocked his head. “I’ll have to remember that little tidbit for later.” He brought a hand up and stroked his chin for a second, before continuing; “Oh, and do let him know that the misses and I absolutely enjoy his gift. That record has become a favorite of ours to play late at night when the curtains are closed.” 

“I shall! And we’ll all have to make a point to meet up and share our appreciation of music again.” The husky paused. “After-all, we all seem to enjoy the same melodies, don't we?” 

Tramp put on a purposefully deep tone; “I think Pidge would very much enjoy that.” He snorted a chuckle, and his muzzle cracked into a grin. “As much as I would love to talk about the classics, I must be getting on my way to the market. It’s Tuesday and my turn to make dinner.”   

“Oh, absolutely.” Jenna took his hand and gave a gentle squeeze. “Please, give Lady my best!”

“That’s a promise.” Tramp said with a very formal bow to kiss Jenna's hand. “And give my same to Balto.” Letting the husky’s hand slip, he tossed a nod in the others' direction. “Ladies, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance. I hope we all run into each other very soon!”

With parting smiles and nods, Tramp slipped his hands into his trouser pockets and dipped back onto the sidewalk. His stubby tail wagged and Dixie could hear a gentle tune being whistled as the mongrel darted back across the street, avoiding a light traffic of wagons. As soon as he vanished from sight, the Pomeranian wheeled around and pounced. 

“Jenna, where did you dig up such a golden nugget?” She said giddily, more than a hint of playfulness in her tone. “You need to spread some of that wealth.”

“He’s just a friend.” Came the husky’s curt reply. 

Dixie rolled her eyes. “Sure. I wish I had more friends like that.”

Sylvie laced her fingers and lay her head on her hands. “Mmm-hmm, that dog was a doll. Bet he breaks a new heart every day.”

“Leave a little for the crowd, sister.” The pom yipped, looking hard at Sylvie. “I thought you were playing for the same team?”

“Just because I’m on a particular diet doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the menu.” The afghan rolled her eyes, before planting them firmly on the husky. “And someone sure knows how to appreciate.” 

“I told you. He’s a friend.” Jenna huffed. Dixie and Sylvie exchanged sly looks, to which the husky cut in; “A close friend. And he’s off the menu. Happily married.” 

The Afghan hound snorted. “Close nothing. You were totally undressing him with your eyes…” 

“And he was returning that favor in spades.” Dixie teased. “I bet music isn’t the only taste he and Balto share.”  

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jenna turned her head to avert her gaze. Her curly tail shuddered. “He and his wife are just friends of Balto and myself. I do have a life away from you two, you know.” 

“And what a life it must be! Sylvie playfully jabbed. “Especially if someone as handsome as him is a part of it. Shame he’s married.”

“Yes, happily married.” Jenna repeated, perhaps a little too quickly.

“Handsome, he’s an absolute, ab-solute.” Dixie paused and puffed up her cheeks. “Delicacy! Wait, wait…” She paused, waving her hand in the air in front of her face. “I feel like I’ve seen him before,” The hand then shot over her mouth to muffle a deep gasp. “Tramp Dear! THE Tramp Dear! Why Jenna, you never told us you knew him! He’s the hero of the Mark Twain! That was the top story in the Gazette for weeks! I thought I recognized that powerful mug!”

“After you slandered him.” Jenna scowled. “It’s probably a good thing you didn’t tell him you work for the Gazette after that incident.” 

“Love and war, sweetie. I…uh…” Dixie noted both the glare from Jenna, as well as the subtle shake of Sylvie’s head. “Heh, what I meant to say is. We ran with what we had! That was a really, really, impeccable story, and let’s not forget I wrote the articles defending him myself!” 

“Lay it on thick Dix.” Sylvie scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

Dixie waved her hand limply in the afghans’ direction. “Well, I hope Mr. Handsome stops by more often. Taken or not, I could use a view like that to break up the monotony.” She looked at Jenna, and smiled, her head leaning on her arm wistfully. “You seem to attract the valor types. First Balto the wonder dog, and now the Hero of the Mark Twain.”

“Just serendipity.” Jenna tipped her muzzle up, and there was the slightest hint of a sly smile. “Nothing more.”

“Mmm-Hmm.” Sylvie put her hand on her cheek and lowered her voice. “Well, Serendipity sure has a nice smile.”


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




The backstage of the empty theater was a world shrouded in shadows. The only illumination came from the soft, scattered glow of a few dirty skylights. A faint scent of aged wood and dust filled the cool air. The hound dog pulled out his pocket watch and snapped open its cover. His long ears dipped as he noted how late in the afternoon it was getting. He closed the brass case with a resulting ‘click’, and slipped the watch back into his Callahan vest.

A smile crossed his thick muzzle as he listened to the docent tones of the Irish setter standing just downstage. She faced away from him, eyes shut and head raised, singing towards an imaginary audience that would have been just on the other side of the curtains. Her voice weaved in mastery of harmony and melody, filling the backstage space with a warmth that made the hound’s thin tail wag with pleasure. There were no words, just the flutter of melody. 

“Voice like an angel, and with looks to match,” He blissfully whispered to himself, his accent that of a southern gentleman. 

Dixie was draped in her form-fitting black dress and her head was crowned with a matching black bow. She turned around, the black dress swaying around her legs, and started to walk towards him. The low light highlighted her rich golden fur, and the smooth red colored hair and ears that dropped along the sides of her face. Her sharp eyes fixed onto him, and a grin split across her slender muzzle. Each step on the wooden stage was made was a practiced sway of a hip. As she approached him, he joined in her melody with his own deep voice, and together the two dogs emerged into song:

“We're the perfect match…
‘Cause we're in harmony
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh…”

She had nearly reached him, and held a hand out for him to grasp, when her foot hit a loose floorboard. The board sank down on one end while see-sawing up on the other. The setter’s eyes went wide and her melody was derailed into a sharp squeal as the board catapulted up and smacked her on the rear. She practically jumped forward, stumbling into the hound’s arms. 

“Oh, my poor, goddamn…” She hissed getting back to her feet. Her voice was thick with a southern accent. “Damnit, Cash. Where did you find this one-horse, two-bit, three-timing…”

“Dixie,” Cash sighed, “Come on now. It ain’t like it smacked your singin’.”

“My singin’!” She pushed herself off him and rubbed her backside. “My rump is plenty tender after you left me with your other girlfriend at the hotel. And now it gets absolutely whipped on stage and all you can say is ‘Come on now’?”
  
“Not the first time you’ve been whipped on a stage, and I’ve seen you take much worse.” He crossed his arms and chuckled. “Now, can we get back to rehearsin'?”

Dixie turned her back on him, her bushy tail flowing in her slipstream. “I refuse to work under these conditions.”

“I'll tell you what, Dixie.” Cash smirked. “You rehearse, and afterwards I'll give that piece of wood a good ol' talkin' to. In fact.” He paused as she slid up behind her and placed a hand on each of her hips. “I’ll give it a demonstration on how to do the job properly.”

He gave her right buttock a firm swat alighting a gasp and shiver from the diva.

“Oof, god you know your stuff…” She hissed under her breath. 

Cash raised a brow as the palm of his hand brushed against something. He tugged up on the side of her skirt, pulling it to the side, and let out a snort at the sight of a leather strap around her hip. “Dixie, are you wearing a harness under this?”

The setter batted his hand away. “Not now…” She hissed. “I can’t perform worth a lick in this environment. It just so happens I am a professional in everything I do, and my standards...”

“Oh, now, Dixie, darlin',” The hound smiled, but there was a growing tension in his voice. “You put on that same ol' record every day. Ain't it about wore out by now?”

“Some nerve talkin' to me that way! If your ear were any more tin, they'd can beans with it.”

“You listen to me, Miss fancy-gear,” He put his hands on his hips and frowned. “We only have this joint for a couple of weeks before the loan I got runs out. Then, we’re on the hook with the Sykes brothers. We’re sorta in a pinch now since Nashville.”

“Nashville! Nashville!” She gasped, twirling about to face him. “I get possibly maimed for life by a board, and all you can talk about is what happened in Nashville!”

“What happened in Nashville, is why we’re in this disaster, or have you forgotten?!” Cash growled in frustration. “If you hadn’t pulled that wild stunt, we would still have the rest of the band!”

“Why, you right heel!” The setter replied, her voice strained. “I spent a whole day takin’ my licks over at the Palace. That’s a done deal!”

“Oh, it ain’t punishment if you enjoyed it!” Cash snapped back. “And we ain’t done. I sent you to Peg’s to getcha outta the way while I cleaned up your mess! Do you know how hard it was to find a banker willing to listen after they found out the Singing Strays split up?”

“And you’re gonna pin that all on me!” 

“Who else?” Cash threw up his hands. “If it hadn't been for you, we would still be playing at the Opry. Instead, we’re stuck in a two-bit railroad town trying to pick up the pieces! But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that would all go over your thick skull.” 

“Just what exactly are you sayin?” She snapped. 

“What do you think I’m saying?” 

“You’re saying what I think you’re saying!”

“Oh, I think you know what I’m saying! Why do you always go too far? You always push things-” 

“Only ‘cause you never!” She cut in. “I carry this show! You’ve been living off my voice and my ass for as long as-”

“Ooh!” Cash snarled, cutting her off fully. “You know, this is just like that time at Buffalo Bill’s Circus back in 1888!” 

“Hup, hup, hup!” Dixie waved a hand in his face, then hissed through clenched teeth. “I thought we agreed never to talk about that.”

“Sure, just add it to the list.” The hound rumbled. “The ever-growing list that now includes Nashville!”

With a heavy snort, the setter spun on her heels and marched towards the gap in the curtain. Her heels clicked with each heavy stomp. Upon reaching it, she roughly spread it to each side, and turned up her nose. 

“Darlin', we got a show to do. You can't just walk...” Cash paused, mouth held open as Dixie stomped off through the curtains. Ignoring him at every step. “...away.” The curtains closed around Dixie’s tail and the setter vanished from sight. The hound pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and hissed under his breath; “Sometimes I dislike that woman.”

Following in her footsteps, the hound looked down into the empty theater. It was definitely a rougher joint then they were used too. Wooden benches lined the aisles rather than plush seats, and the place was illuminated in the sickly orange glow of kerosene lamps as opposed to the bright yellow of gas. Dixie was making her way up the aisle between the rows of benches. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him, her lower lip curled in disgust.

“C’mon, Dixie, darlin’, let’s talk reason!” Cash called after her. “You ain't mad over a little joshing, are ya? Things are tight right now!” He hopped off the stage and jogged up to her, following her towards the lobby door. “You know how I feel about you.”

“You have a lousy way of showing it!” She growled back. “I knew we should have split up. You go your way, and I’ll go mine.”

“I'm trying to kiss and make up here.” The hound’s tone was soft, almost plaintive as he dashed around her and blocked her path. “You need me just as much as I need you. Now, won't you please accept my apology?”

“Blow it out your ear!” She hiked a hip. “There’s plenty of studs that know a good voice to wow ‘em, and a fine rack to draw ‘em in. You need me -more- then I need you!”

“All right, you diva dog,” Cash put his hands on his hips and gave her a searing look. “You got me riled up as a farmer with one hoe and two rattlesnakes. If you don’t march your sorry latex covered behind back onto that stage I swear I will-”

“You’ll...what?” The setter challenged with a triumphant smirk. She stepped up to him so their muzzles were inches apart. “C’mon, tell me. I love it when you grit your teeth.”

Cash’s cheeks puffed and his eyebrows dipped. His voice was a low growl that bordered on an open snarl. “I will hang you by your ankles and plow that smirk right off your upside-down face harder than a farmer in a frozen field. I’ll spread your legs wider than a thanksgiving wishbone and when I’m finished your ass will be redder than a freight train’s caboose.” 

Her lips shot against his before the breath left his final words, and pleasure leaped between them. The hound tasted her upper lip with both of his and ran his tongue back and forth along the edge jutting into his mouth. A deep groan sounded from the diva’s throat as her legs weakened and she threw her arms around him to stop from falling. Their tongues didn't become involved, this kiss was all about lips, her lips. Dixie melted into his caress and Cash moved his hands around her and squeezed her closer. Both dogs rotated their heads to vary pressure, their breaths stifled against their cheeks.

He released her slowly from his embrace, their lips the last to separate. She stood breathing heavily, her eyes glazed, her mouth pouting, longing for its lost embrace. A few seconds passed as they both came down from the rush of adrenaline. 

“God, I love it when yah talk dirty,” The setter hissed. “You’re the only hound dude who gets my kettle boilin’.” 

Cash chuckled. “There’s something wrong with us. If we disliked each other anymore, we’d have to get hitched.”

Dixie looked around the run-down and dusty theater. “We just need a couple of good shows. Won’t take us long to get out of this dump and start playing for some real crowds. Maybe blow this town and get settled somewhere real, like Chattanooga.”

“We’re starting from scratch, Dix.” Titling his gaze up and back, he half-turned his head toward the stage. “Just our reputation and whatever is left after Nashville.” 

“We don’t need what we had in Nashville!” Her tone was upbeat, and spoken over an honest smile. “You and I were always the band’s heart and soul! Plain as a pig on a sofa. Do a few shows and get that word of mouth a gabbin’!”

“Word of mouth ain’t gonna go far. What we need is an investor. A genuine, bona fide, investor.” 

“We’re in Marceline! Peg’s always looking for a fun act at the Palace.” Dixie raised a cocky smile. “C’mon, don’t tell me you picked this town to settle in for its mountain views. There’s always an opportunity at one of Peg’s games.”

“That’s just fun money. And Peg ain’t hosting a real game for another month.” Cash sighed. “Dix, let’s face it. Until we get our singing on the straight and narrow again, this ship is stuck on the rocks.” 

The hound dog sat heavily on one of the benches and watched the Irish setter’s tail flutter pensively as she turned to pace the aisle. A few moments passed in the empty gallery, punctuated by the click of Dixie’s heels on the old floorboards. Cash allowed his eyes to drift over the empty rafters and dirty skylights. Sharp shafts of sunlight poked their way through the dirty glass only to fade halfway towards the floor. He could count the dust particles dancing. Letting out an exhausted sigh, he tried to keep his mind from wandering to the events of the past few weeks. From a crowded stage and a full band, records and recordings, only to find himself starting from scratch in a dusty theater with what amounted to trouble in a rhinestone collar.

“Let’s put an ad for the show! Full page!” Dixie wheeled around, breaking his trance. “Put it next to a high-quality pin-up of me, I’ll bet we’ll have investors lining up!”

“Darlin, the photography studios cost a pretty penny. Besides, knowing the kind of pin-ups you’ll devolve into, we’ll get kicked out for indecency.” 

“Ha! They ought to be paying us for the privilege! I’ve got the pedigree, remember?” The diva rolled her shoulders, tossing a lock of her hair back;

“As if you’d let me forget.” The hound beamed. “Nah, we don’t have the dough. Not if we want to pay back the loan on this joint. Between rent for this and that blessed apartment you said we must have, we’re running thinner than a fence-post.” 

“There an’t no way I was staying in a boarding house.” Dixie huffed. 

“I shoulda left you at the hotel. Peg still owes me a few favors. Would have been cheaper.” he said, cracking a smile. “And a lot more fun for me.” 

“You really do have a one track mind.” 

“And you were just talking about pin-ups.” 

“I don’t pretend to be anything less than what I am!” Dixie snorted. “This is why I find making love with men too easy. Y'all are as predictable as a summer shower.” 

“Then why do you keep playing around with me?”

“You’re the exception to the rule. Plus, women are too needy-” 

The hound snorted. “Talk about the pot and kettle! Coming from your mouth!”

Dixie shot him a dark look. “Regardless, give me a strong predictable man any day.”

“Your rules make about as much sense as lipstick on a frog.” Cash growled playfully. “Despite all of that. I would rather have one really good review in the newspaper, a real puff piece, over an ad. Something we could hold up and go ‘yeah. This is us!’ rather than look like we’re begging. Investors like that sorta thing.”

“Only one way to get that.” Dixie’s tail swayed side to side in a playful wag. “Come on. Let's go rehearse some more. Ain’t gonna make any progress standing here and flappin’ our jaws.” 

Cash beamed. “For once Dix, I’m in complete agreement with yah.”


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


The Pomeranian grunted as she pulled the brush through her hair. The round poof of almost snow-white fur lay around her ears in thick locks. Dixie sat at the vanity that occupied one corner of her bedroom. It was the middle of the night, and she was wide awake. Her curly tail fluttered behind her bare rump, and her legs wrapped tightly around the legs of her stool. A single lit oil lamp sat on the vanity, it’s light cast across her naked bust. 

She had never been one to wear clothing in the privacy of her home. As soon as she climbed the stairs to the upstairs room at the boarding house, and closed the door behind her, she would strip. Standing and walking, going about her business completely nude just made her feel confident in herself. It was like shedding her problems for the day. She possessed a tight body, with flared hips and firm bosom. Her lavender and gray fur stood out and made her body tones unique, and highly desirable. Or, so she told herself.

A tingle of anxiety ran down her spine like electricity as she thought about that. First, she saw her best friend’s daughter making love on the riverbank, then she met that devilish mutt. The writer wasn’t sure what to make of him and Jenna’s apparent friendship, other than that it was clear to her that something more was going on. She knew Jenna wasn’t the type to have an affair. That just wasn’t something she could see her best friend doing. But there was something more to that friendship with a dashing, married, dog. Dixie ran the brush faster and faster through her fur as she thought back to Tramp’s rougish face and scraggly muzzle. Imagines of it between her legs and lapping at her merrily flashed across her mind's eye, heightening a growing arousal and releasing licks of flame all over her quivering body. 

The pom whimpered, and slowly laid the brush on the vanity top. A hand rose to her right breast and she gently cupped it, before giving the nipple a little pinch.

“Damnit, Sylvie,” The pom hissed to herself. “It’s easy for you to say I’m jealous. You don’t even like sex with men!”  

The stuffiness of the bedroom on the spring evening was getting intolerable. The naked canine stood from her stool and walked over to the big gabled window. She flung it open, and sat on the cushioned bench that made up the inside windowsill, folding one leg to tuck onto the bench, while letting the other hang down inside. The tension in her body dissolved as a wave of cool night air washed over her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tasting the crisp air on her tongue as the gentle breeze caressed her heated skin.

Her apartment was on the third floor of a part of town that was mostly two stories. Only the building directly across the street equaled hers in height, and that apartment had been empty for months. Between the late hour and the additional height, Dixie feared little of being seen. Putting her back against the side windowsill and opening her eyes, she gazed out across the slate rooftops, gables, and spires of Marceline. The sky above was a rich tapestry of stars, while faint flickers of lamplight glowed between the buildings below. Squinting her eyes, she could just make out the ornate tower of the Marceline hotel, and just beyond that the rooftop of the depot. Her ears picked up the far-off wail of a steam whistle, over the ongoing chirp of crickets and the flutter of fireflies.

Laying her head back against the windowsill, Dixie peered up at the moon. Her mind started to wander back to Nome, when things seemed a lot simpler. She was young, her friends were young, and it seemed like there was an abundance of opportunity for finding love, or at least someone to screw. Somehow, out of them all, Jenna seemed to have done all the right things. Maybe it was luck? Maybe something else. Marceline was different. There was more competition here. Life was quicker, harder, and faster. 

And yet Aleu had found someone. Dixie brought a hand to cup her right breast again, and she gently squeezed it. Memories of seeing the wolf and wolf-hound wrapped around each other flooded her mind’s eye. Her hand ran down the side of her torso, gliding along the curve of her lip. The pom could feel her heart rate increasing, and she rolled her lower lip and sucked on it. Her mind returned to the face of the Tramp, and how he and Jenna spoke on such friendly terms. The letter, the glances and smiles and laughter. They way Jenna deflected when asked about him. 

“Gawd! C’mon! They’re both married! I’m single and open.” Dixie whimpered. Her hand had found its way between her legs and was lying flat over her mound. She could feel the heat growing within her cupped palm. Carefully she let go of herself, and allowed her arm to fall limply to the side. “What’s a girl gotta do to get laid around here?”

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

The hound canine flipped the cigar box's lock open and extracted one of its contents. He took a cutter from the dresser next to the box and clipped the end with practiced ease. Cigar in hand, he walked across the threadbare apartment, his bare paws almost silent atop the polished wooden floorboards. The whole apartment had been made to appear of high quality, but Cash’s educated eye could see through the façade. The ceiling was made of cheap plaster, and cracks could be seen forming. Wall paneling was painted, rather than stained. The wallpaper, while intricate and gilded, was made of paper rather than silk. But it was cheap, and that was what mattered. 

The hound wore only a pair of light trousers, their ends dragging along the floor around his ankles. Standing in the center of the room, he looked up at a large eye bolt in the ceiling. Probably intended for a fancy light fixture, its bare nature was further evidence of the nature of their new home. But that didn’t matter, he would find other uses for that piece of hardware.

The subject of its potential use lay in bed, eyes shut and drifting to sleep. The yellow furred Irish setter lay on her stomach, arms wrapped around a pillow. Rather than slipping under the blankets and sheets, she lay sprawled out atop them, legs spread in a rather undignified manner. Cash chuckled to himself as a very soft rush of air came from the woman’s nose and quivered the strands of her loose hair. She wore a black silk nightgown whose thin material did little to hide her body, the curves of her body firmly on display. As he silently stepped towards the bed, he reached out and gently tickled the underside of one of her upturned paws.   

Dixie stirred and cracked an eye. She turned her head to the side to look back as Cash brought her legs together and wrapped a firm hand around both, giving them a firm squeeze. 

“Whatcha want?” She murmured, looking up and the hound’s bare torso. “It’s earlier than a…” She paused, then pursed her lips to blow a lock of red hair out from in front of her face. “I got nothin.” 

“I’m gonna step out and have a smoke.” He said, releasing her feet and reaching for a robe.

“Fine by me.” Dixie pressed her muzzle back into the pillow and closed her eyes.

The parlor was just as empty as the bedroom. Only a few steamer trunks, one half opened, joined the twin armchairs and single sofa. Being a performer, Cash was used to traveling light. The Singin’ Strays had made enough to travel well, but not enough to own a private rail car. Now that they had lost the rest of the band, Cash was feeling lucky to still have what remained.

He walked over to the big double doors that led out onto the balcony, and pulled them open. Instantly, the cool night air greeted him, and slicked the fur of his muzzle. The balcony was small, only large enough to contain the doors, and allow someone to only step outside. It was an ornament intended more for airflow. Cash turned up the knob on a nearby Gaslamp, and held the end of the cigar up to the flame. With the end glowing a dark red, he slipped it into his mouth with a puff and looked across the street.

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

The glow of a gaslamp pulsed in the opposite apartment. The naked Pomeranian looked across the street and instantly she felt her heart race. She stayed riveted to the spot as the balcony doors opened and he stepped outside. He was a handsome hound dog, dressed in a robe, his square muzzle and soft cheeks illuminated by the full moon. It seemed just as she had spotted him, he had spotted her. The heat of desire suddenly surged through her veins, electrifying every inch of her body as his eyes found her own and locked on. Her soft chestnut eyes examined him carefully, and she could see his jaw go slack and his eye blinked rapidly. As he came to realize what he was seeing, his expression changed to one of appreciation and his gaze moved over her curves. The female found herself transfixed by the smoldering fire in those eyes, and she felt her hardened nipples pulse, begging to be touched.

Dixie blinked and gasped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realized he could see the wistful smile on her muzzle and the flush of desire on every square inch of her delicate skin. Sitting on the bench in the windowsill provided no concealment, and she shyly covered her perky breasts and velvet mound with trembling hands. The hound smiled, clearly amused by the pom’s sudden modesty, and raised the cigar to his lips. She felt her breath catch as the dog’s lips part slightly and slide over the end of the stud, her eyes transfixed in intense admiration at every detail of his face. From the way his cheeks hollowed with each inhale, to the exhaled breaths rising in fragile swirls. As he exhaled his smoke, the hound’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight, a playful smirk on his face

Dixie yearned to be the cigar, to feel the warmth of the male’s breath grazing her fur and skin. A thought that was quickly turning her cheeks an ever-deepening crimson. As she studied his features, the pom started to get a sense of familiarity. She had seen his likeness before, not in a photo, but on a poster. Dixie’s cheeks burned from the intensity of the realization. She was sitting naked, in the open, in front of Cash Moony of the Singin’ Stays! 

What caused her to sit there, naked in the moonlight was a mystery to her, as was the attraction she suddenly felt for the hound. This was the sort of thing that would have landed her in her own gossip column. Maybe that was it? Having written so much fluff over the years and participated in so little, it was her time to shine.

The way he looked at her was like a caress, running down her creamy breasts and over her lavender hips, settling in the curves of her stomach and finally landing between her legs. His gaze lingered down on her body, and Dixie’s ears pinned back as his eyes rose to meet her own. He took another drag and slowly exhaled, allowing the smoke to drift up towards the stars as he grinned at her.

A sudden battle raced in her mind, between the urge to drop back inside the window and out of sight to try and recover some proper dignity, and the temptation to throw all reserve to the wind. What were the chances that she would have captured the attention of a dog of such pedigree?

Ultimately, as she sat there, lost in the depths of that captivating smile, Dixie realized she didn’t care. She felt as though she was the only thing in the world. The pom’s body was ablaze with uncontrollable desire, as if a bed of coals was burning within her chest, and she was feeling a vulnerability like she had never felt before.

Dixie found she couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, having reached the point of no return. Her heart beat like a drum in her ears, loud and echoing as she slowly moved her hands to the sides of her body and pulled her legs up to sit framed in the window, basking in the intensity of the hound’s undivided attention. With each breath, her naked breasts heave, and she could feel the fire starting to roar in the depths of her belly. Her poofy tail started to wag uncontrollably, brushing against the windowsill.

All she could do was blush beneath the hound’s watchful gaze as their moment together continued. Fear and excitement warred inside her as her boldness grew in that delicate moment. She knew what he wanted, and was happy to oblige. With a mischievous grin, Dixie pulled both of her legs up and onto the bench. Once fully seated up on the bench that made up the windowsill she carefully positioned her body so that her back was firmly pressed against the cool surface of the side of the window frame, and let one slender leg fall out the window and hang outside, allowing the hound dude to see her naked body unobstructed.  

Cash stared at her, forgetting about his cigar for a few seconds before taking a deep drag, not taking his gaze off her for even a second. The pom spread her legs, revealing her vulva to the night air, and looked straight at him in an almost daring motion. The hound’s cigar pitched up in his grinning maw and his thin tail was dancing side to side. He leaned against the balcony railing, reveling in her naked body in front of him, relishing in the recklessness displayed solely for him.

The air was thick with admiration, longing, and desire for her. Dixie's ears tipped forward, her tongue slipping out along her lips in delight. She placed a hand between her legs and started circling her clitoris with her index finger while maintaining her focus on the hound. As she began massaging her pleasure nub, she tipped her head down. Her breathing became ever heavier and she let out a small moan, powerful enough for him to notice.

The lavender pom experienced a thrill of ecstasy as the smoke left his lips and disappeared in the air. She slid her index finger inside as her internal muscles trembled around it. But one finger wasn't enough, and a second one went within to join it. She let out a little moan, pleased with the sensation of their movement in and out of her wetness. He stared in awe as she enjoyed herself, her breathing becoming heavier and louder as the sensations intensified.

Dixie began to pump with reckless abandon, her hips trembling from the intensity of the sensations. She brought her free hand up and cupped a breast, rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger as her fingers slid deeper and faster inside.
Bringing her head up, she saw that he was watching her every move, entranced by the pleasure that she took in my own body. The hound had let his robe slip down one shoulder, and the sight of his firm chest only helped to excite the Pomeranian further. Dixie couldn’t help but moan as she got closer to the edge, her breathing becoming ragged and her muscles tightening in anticipation.

She watched him finish his cigar as she continued to tease herself in front of him. The pom moved her hand from her firm breast to her aching pearl, circling it and pushing hard against it before letting go and succumbing to the pleasure waves that washed over her. As her head fell back and her body convulsed, Dixie moaned loudly with delight, uncaring who might hear. Her love muscles tightened around her fingers as the orgasm took over and she rode the waves of ecstasy, each movement pushing her higher and higher until she was cross-eyed, panting in bliss.

When she finally caught her breath and came back down to reality, she looked up to meet the hounds gaze. As he watched her, his muzzle grinned with arousal, and a hand was cinching against a shrouded thigh. Cash chuckled, and raised his hand in her direction, beckoning with a finger. At first Dixie sat there in disbelief, her tail quivering with anticipation. Was he really asking her to come over?

She pointed at her own chest, and he nodded.

The message was clear.


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

The Pomeranian bounded down the staircase and towards the front door. She could feel her heart thundering in her chest, and adrenaline was pulsing through her veins. Other than the kitten heeled ankle boots, hastily slipped into and trailing their laces, she remained completely naked under her robe. Her bust was rolling and jiggling with each hop from one step to the other, skipping the occasional tread to land on one or two below, until she was standing in front of the boarding house and looking across the street at the other building. She paused for a second, arms crossed over her bust and legs pressed together, and whipped her head side to side to look down the street. Aside from the gas lamps casting their pulsing glow, and the far-off clatter of iron rimmed wagon wheels on the cobblestone, the street was devoid of life.

With her tail shaking in quick flicks behind her, she dashed across to the door on the other side. Something about running near-naked through the night on the street was putting a stupid grin on her short muzzle. It wasn't long before she was looking up at an ornate brass door knocker.

She reached a clenched hand up, but held off from openly knocking on the door. The Pomeranian paused to compose herself, wondering if it was best to potentially wake the whole house, or if she should just try the knob. She took a deep breath where it was impossible to miss the roar of blood rushing through her ears, and closed her eyes. Was this real? Was this actually about to happen? 

Before she could contemplate the ramifications of what she had set in motion, the door clicked open, and she opened her eyes to see the smiling hunk of a hound dog, one arms raised above his head as he leaned against the door-frame. He stood a good head taller than her, and his robe hung off his wide shoulders to reveal his firm chest. The smile on his muzzle was equal parts warm and charming.

“Well, hello there little darlin'. That was quite the show you put on.” Cash spoke in a low tone, the dimples under his eyes emphasizing their glow. 

“Oh, g-goodness! It really is you!” The pom squeaked. “I can't believe it, it's really Cash!”

The hound arched an eyebrow and tilted his head, as if he wasn't surprised that she would know him, but also as if he wasn't expecting such instant recognition. “Well now, it looks as if I have an admirer. Why don't you come out of the night and let's get to know one another?”

He held a hand out for her to take, and led her into the staircase, letting the front door close behind them. Like most of the building in Marceline proper, the upstairs apartment was accessed by a stairwell separate from the main part of the building, winding its way up the respective floors with a door on each level. The hound's big paws clumped on each wooden tread only to be echoed by a light 'pad' from her own smaller paws. 

“Seems you already know my title. So, what sorta name does a little thing like yourself carry around?” Cash asked as he gently held her hand.   

“Dixie.” Came the answer, spoken with a giggle. 

The hound's ears perked. “Oh? Really now? Guess with a name like that, trouble isn't hard to come by. You make a habit of spreading yourself up in the air like a half crescent moon, or was I just a special case?”

Dixie felt her face getting warm, and turned away to aim her silly grin towards the wall, yet her gaze never left his. “Let's just say I have a penchant to display my unique qualities, especially when someone as flirtatious as yourself is in attendance.” 

“ain't that the right fine use of vocabulary,” Cash laughed. “Well, I happen to like a little dog with a big ambition.” They stopped in front of the apartment door, and Cash wheeled around to face her. He let go of her hand, and slipped his hands under her arms to hold her. He dipped his muzzle at the same time she rose her own, so that lined up, inches apart. “And you, little Missy, seem to be nothing but full of am-bi-tion in its finest display.”

The kiss was light, just enough pressure for their mouths to slide across one another. Both dogs allowed their eyes to flutter shut and there was a slight tremble of excitement in Dixie's lips while Cash's were warm and solid as they pressed home. They went back for a second pass, while the hound cycled his thumbs against the soft sides of the Pomeranian's torso. Dixie placed her arms on his shoulders and hiked herself up onto the tips of her toes. The second pass turned into a third, and then a fourth. Their lips separating with a gentle smack each time.

“Well now, ain’t this just the prettiest of pictures?” Came female voice, dripping with sarcasm. “Y'all look as happy as a June bug in a jar of molasses.” 

The voice, laced with southern drawl, caused Dixie’s heart to skip a beat and her blood to run cold. She opened her eyes and whipped her head to the side to see the Irish setter standing, completely naked, in the open doorway of the apartment. The Pomeranian’s ears pinned back as she took in this newcomer with some trepidation. The setter stood with her arms crossed under her bare breasts, cradling them, and wore the most devious of grins set underneath lidded eyes. From her fiery red hair that tumbled over her shoulders down to her petite bare feet, she oozed confidence. 

“Now, let’s all behave,” Cash chuckled. “Dixie, I’d like for you to meet Dixie.”

The response from both women couldn’t have been more different. The setter looked on bemused, while the pom’s cheeks turned a deep red. 

“Charmed.” The setter smirked. “It’s a pleasure to meet yah. Who don’t yah make yourself at home?”

 As she stepped into the parlor to make way, the pom could see that the diva stood taller, and had wider hips. But what caught Dixie’s eyes the most, was the set of nipple piercings that adorned each breast; polished brass rings that were big enough to slip two fingers through. Dixie didn’t miss that her alternative’s breasts were slightly bigger than her own. A fact that insistently drew some unease.

Cash wrapped an arm over the pom’s shoulders, and gently guided her through the door. She looked up at him, mouth cocked to one side. “I wasn’t expecting this. Are the rest of the Singing Strays here? Or is it just you two?”

“Wherever I am, this diva isn’t far behind.” Cash nodded. “Follows me like a rain-cloud.”  

“I see you found a fan!” The setter cast a glare at the hound. “I thought we had a deal about bringing fans into our bed?”

“I didn’t invite her, she invited herself. Put on a cute little display and I’m just returning the favor.” He turned to the lavender furred woman under his arm and winked. “I can kick this dancing diva dog out if you like?”

“No, this is more than fine!” The small pom chirped.

“As if he could!” The diva smiled, cocking her head to grin from behind the curve of her red bangs. She reached a hand out and lifted the pom's chin with a finger. “Not a chance I’d pass up a night with such a sweet and tiny thing as this.”

The pom’s tail started to wag from the touch of that finger. “So, it’s true. You two really do live together.” Her eyes blinked rapidly and she bounced on her heels. “Wait...the song, I just got it! It’s not just a song. You really are ‘in harmony’ ain’tcha?”

“Don’t put too much into that hokey song.” The hound snorted a laugh. “I don’t think there’s anyone on this planet I can’t stand more than this bejeweled prima donna.”

The setter held back a snicker. “That’s some hard stuff coming from the hound who thinks the sun comes up just to hear him sing.” She winked at the pom. “Trust me. He’s a lot of bark with little bite. Can barely handle one Dixie, let alone two.”

The smaller woman laughed. “Oh, this is so marvelous! I can’t believe this is actually happening, both of the lead singers of the Singing Strays! it’s just so, so…” Her eyes danced between the two. “Serendipitous!”

The diva motioned with her head towards the door that led to the bedroom. “Well then, what are we doin’ standing here and flapping our jaws like fish outta water. Let’s get comfortable and acquaint ourselves proper.” 

“Not often you’re to the point.” Cash kept his arm wrapped around his new friend, and his voice became a low growl. “Almost as unheard of as me agreeing with yah. But both are happening tonight. Lead the way, Dix.”

The Irish setter swirled around to walk towards the bedroom. Dixie couldn’t help but admire the easy sway of her alternative’s backside and the way her hiked tail waved in rhythm with the roll of that light brown ass. As she walked alongside Cash, she pressed herself against him, and allowed her own flared hip to bounce against his with each step. Dixie’s cheeks were burning from the pleasure she just had. She couldn’t help but smile both from the anticipation and how wonderful it felt to have the hound there with her. The rush from having first watched her in the midst of such a passionate moment was returning as she prepared to engage in another.

Once in the room, Cash grasped her hands and commanded, “Step out of those.” His assertive nature felt welcoming to her.

She did as he requested, kicking off the boots and dropping a few inches in height. She undid the belt around the robe, and let the tie slip from her fingers. The robe slipped off her body and hung from her shoulders, exposing her entire front to him. Her pert nipples drew his attention to her gray-furred chest in the warm air of the bedroom. When she noticed his gaze go lower for a time, she rolled her shoulders and let the robe join her boots on the floor.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Do you want this?”

“Yes, please,” she answered without hesitation, the sensation of his lips close to her ears sending shivers through her body.
 
“You're an eager one;” he rumbled.

The pom’s heart was beating wildly, and she took a few moments to let her body come down from the adrenaline rush before, then settled down on her knees where her head was at the same level as Cash’s hips. The hound rolled his shoulders so that his robe fell to the floor around his ankles. He grit his teeth and drew back, placing his hands on her head.

While one Dixie laid her hand upon the hound’s crotch and nuzzled the bulge with the tip of her nose, the other stood next to a phonograph. The Irish setter had already lit several candles by the windowsill and turned down the gas-lamps, giving the room a cozy glow. She placed a record onto the player, and wound the handle. Dropping the needle, an orchestra's ragtime started to fill the air. The diva pulled her hair up so that it fell into a natural cascade down her shoulders, and turned to slip atop the bed and sit on the edge of the mattress behind the Pomeranian kneeling on the floor. The smaller dog on her knees was busily kissing the hound’s flesh as she ran her muzzle over his bulge.

Finally pulling the fabric over his manhood, Dixie gasped in delight as it sprung free. His cock was completely hard as she laid a kiss along the head, drawing a small groan from the hound above. His shaft was peach colored and glowing with warmth. She clumsily gripped the base of his shaft with her non-dominant hand, slightly pulling back on him as she placed kiss after kiss atop his knob. The pom shivered when she felt the Irish setter lay her hands over her shoulders, and lean forward. Those pierced breasts settled against the back of the smaller dog’s head, before the diva dipped her muzzle to run her nose through that soft gray head-fur and nibble on one of the other woman’s ears. 

“Mmm, she smells like rose,” the setter mused as she spread her folded legs to each side of the other woman’s shoulders. Sitting upright, she rocked her own pelvis to grind her crotch into the back of the pom’s bobbing head. “Wonder if she had any thorns?” 

“I think you need to be preoccupied before you find out,” Cash let go of one Dixie's head to place his hands atop the other’s. One hand came to rest atop the setter’s skull, while the other cupped her muzzle and slipped two fingers into her mouth. The diva gently sucked on the digits, her eyes fluttering shut with a satisfied sigh while a lock of her red hair tumbled in front of her face.

On her knees, Dixie took the exposed sensitive flesh of his head in her mouth, flicking her tongue over and around.  Continuing her descent, she took him in her mouth inch by inch, tongue and saliva moistening the path forward. She finally stopped when her lips met her fingers firmly holding him in place. Only then did she draw back, slow and easy. As she rolled her lips over the head of his shaft, she brought her free hand up and started to caress his balls.

She sucked Cash tenderly, swirling her tongue around like she was licking a lollipop. Once she thought she'd given the tip enough pleasure, Dixie lowered her head further down the shaft, electing a low growl of a moan from the male. She alternated between tenderly kissing and lustfully sucking it, while fondling his balls with her slender fingers. Moans of her own reverberated along his cock as she threw herself into the act, enjoying the control over his body.

Her head bobbed up and down, and any time she needed to gather her breath, she'd slip off Cash’s hardness and look up at him. She would make eye-contact, all the while kissing his knob. It was such a deviant and dirty look, with fluttering eyelashes and a slight pout of the lips as they wrapped around his cockhead.

Still busy sucking Cash’s fingers, the Irish setter reached her hands around the smaller woman’s torso and cupped Dixie’s breasts. The pom let out a deep sigh into the hound’s crotch as the other Dixie fondled her bosom and pressed a thumb atop each tender nipple, rubbing them in circles. She had longed for, no, craved such attention. Now she was getting it from both sides and the stimulation was overwhelming. 

“You’re blowin’ up a real storm down there, little darling.” Cash purred. He removed his fingers from the setter’s mouth and broke the pom’s rhythm with his hands on her shoulders. “I promise I'll come down your tight throat another day, but right now, I want you on this bed.”

A tingle shot through the pom’s body with his words. He offered a hand up and the pom accepted, while she wiped at her mouth with the other. On the bed, the Irish setter started to shuffle back. Her elbows supported her on the mattress as she leaned back, hiked her legs, and spread them. The lavender canine pulled herself onto the bed and found herself on her hands and knees facing the other woman. The diva dipped her thin muzzle down so that her smirk was buried between her breasts. The nipples were dark and perked while the rings lays pronounced upon each bosom. As one Dixie met the other, the diva spread her legs to allow the gossiper to nestle on her hands and knees between them. Their noses were just inches apart. 

“You ever had sex with another gal before?” The setter asked with a smirk. 

“Well, No…” The Pomeranian paused, and cocked her muzzle, thinking for a second. “But I have a friend who is a lesbian, and she says it’s the most scrumptious thing!” 

“I don't think yah really understand what you're getting into.”

“I'm a quick learner.” A sharp reply came.

“Is that so?”

The smaller Dixie moved in to straddle the other woman’s body and kiss the bigger Irish setter. As she pressed her lips tighter against the other dog, the pom overpowered the other dog’s movements. The kiss was hard, and caused both women to scrunch up their muzzles as the smaller dog tried to assert her place. A hand gently cupped the pom’s cheek, and Dixie opened her eyes and found herself looking right into the red-haired woman’s warm gaze. The hand at her muzzle took control, and gently guided the pom’s muzzle to pull back. The pom felt herself relax and she lightened the pressure from her lips. While Cash’s strapping form was the real attraction, she wouldn’t deny that her mutually named competitor was just as enticing. Within moments it was no longer a competitive kiss which showed that it was their first time together or that they were strangers. They kissed each other as if they had done this a million times before and they were tired of holding in their lust.

Pulling back slightly to free the diva’s mouth, Dixie looked at those pierced breasts. They were still bigger than her own but, at that moment, she didn't care for the comparison anymore. Instead, she dipped her head and took a nipple into her mouth and told herself that she liked it. She felt the setter’s body respond to her, the back arching and head rolling back so that a waterfall of red hair cascaded onto the pillows, and it created this feedback loop of excitement. The more one Dixie liked it, the more the other liked giving it to her and the more aggressively she did it. The more aggressively she did it, the more the other Dixie got turned on. The pom slipped her tongue into the nipple ring to drag it vertical, and tugged at it with her teeth. This elicited a sharp gasp from the diva, whose eyes were shut and nose pointed at the plaster ceiling. Her body leaned back all the way on her elbows so that the smaller dog sat atop her, practically in her lap. 

“Quick learner, indeed!” The diva hissed.

There was a thrill in the air as the pom knew sex would be involved, but she had no way to know how far things were about to go. Looking up at the naked Irish setter, muzzle buried among that bosom, she felt a sudden apprehension of entering uncharted sexual territory. She had never touched another woman before, never even thought about it! But now, Dixie was running her lips across those light golden breasts! She raised her head and repeated the action upon the other nipple, moving her mouth and lips in a way that she felt would be pleasing. The pom was so engaged in her thoughts and actions that she had almost forgotten about Cash, being suddenly reminded of his presence when she felt his big hands land upon her back. The hound had leaned in over both women and started to massage her from alongside the bed.

Meanwhile, the Irish setter brought a leg up and crossed it over the other woman’s back, and slid one hand up to squeeze one of the pom’s bare breasts, fondling her tit and nipple in the process. The shifting of her body weight dropped her back down and pulled her own pierced nipple from those attentive lips.

“First time, huh?” The diva asked, her face close enough that the huff of her breath fluttered the pom’s muzzle fur. “What do you think?”

The pom's eyes were wide and her tail was hiked like a feather. “Beautiful. You look j-just gregarious!”

“Is that so? Show me how beautiful you think I am.”

The two women leaned together and collided into passionate kissing, as if they had always been lovers. The diva led the charge, and they embraced so hard that the lavender canine was pressed flat against her lover. Both women sprawled across the bed, entwined with each other, hips rolling in mutual grinds. Grunts and growls escaped as each woman fought the other’s mouth and tongue for access, their lips grinding and sliding against each other in a competitive bid between the two to out-perform one another. Ultimately, neither could get an upper hand. Instead they became a ball of hot fur and twisting heads as they tasted the other's saliva.

Cash continued to rub and massage the pom’s back, hips and legs. Occasionally leaving her to run his hands across the setter’s brown furred legs where they wrapped around her opposite’s back. He cupped the pom’s ass with both palms and gave her buttocks a healthy squeeze. “Easy ladies,” he said in a low and drawn out tone. “Save some of that warm and home cooked lovin’ for me!”

The kiss of the Dixies ended with a sharp ‘smack’ of parting lips, and the ladies looked up at the hound. They looked back at each other, and gave a mutual nod of agreement.

“Let’s turn the heat up,” The diva growled.

The two Dixie’s unwrapped themselves, with the pom sitting up on her knees. Before the newspaper writer could comment on the matter, the setter hopped out of bed and pushed the smaller dog onto her back across the bed, then dropped down to her knees, opening those lavender furred legs in the process. The pom watched as Cash walked around the bed to stand behind her head, and took hold of her ankles to keep the limbs held up and spread. The pom’s heart thundered as her body was forced into an “L” shape, with the setter slipping onto the edge of the bed, poised between her legs. 

Without a word, the setter dipped her head and buried her face into the Pomeranian’s cunt, creating a dizzying feeling for the smaller dog. Dixie licked, sucked, and kissed those soft lips in a slow and deliberate way. The pom shivered, suddenly realizing just how much more experience the other woman had. The setter’s red hair spilled over those spread hips as she lapped up and down the labia, pausing only to stick her tongue inside to suck and pleasure at the pom's most intimate area. Meanwhile, Cash sat on the bed and held the pom’s legs open as she was being pleasured by the diva, before pushing them wide to each side and hovering over her face to land kiss after kiss on both of her breasts.

As the oral assault continued, the pom felt as if her body was on autopilot. She couldn't move, and her hair fell around her face in twisted strands. All she could do was close her eyes, lay back, and enjoy. She no longer cared that she had just met this couple, or that they had some link to fame. She couldn’t care less about Jenna, or Aleu, or even Sylvie. Her body and all her senses were enthralled with the sexual pleasure which came straight from between her hips.

The pom felt the hound dog move away, his hands releasing their grip on her ankles. The bed shifted as his weight was removed. As her legs relaxed into a curl, she opened her eyes and looked down to the sight of the Irish setter, red hair messy and thrown about the side of her face, eating her out like it was the only thing she had been taught in life.

She also saw Cash positioning himself behind the diva’s raised rump, her knees planted on the edge of the bed. With a soft sigh and a gentle smile, he placed a hand on each of his girlfriend's hips. He raised them and aligned his raging hard-on with her vagina, guiding himself to her to line himself up. The pom could feel the deep moan roll from the diva’s mouth as the hound's cock slipped inside. He started to rock his hips, plowing her from behind.

It was a sight which Dixie would never forget for as long as she lived. The beautiful singer’s mouth on her pussy, and the big strong hound dog, whom she was finding herself infatuated with causing the diva’s cheeks to ripple with each impact as he drove his pelvis into her, his thin tail visible wagging side to side in hard arcs. Out again, and in once more, each stroke a little faster. The moment their hips met, she could hear the slap of their damp fur as he hilted himself inside her. The looks on their faces said it all. The roll of the other woman’s eyes and the groans that reverberated against the pom’s own flesh, and the deep breaths that rolled from the hound’s muzzle. The pounding from behind quickly gained force, causing the setter’s pierced tits to sway back and forth as she remained bent over.

“Oh, this is the best night ever,” The pom moaned, running her fingers through the setter's long hair. “I don’t think this could get any better!”

The other Dixie opened her eyes and looked up at the pom. Her tail curled back and kicked to the side against Cash’s chest. She gently moved her face away; and in rushed breaths that matched each stroke of the hound’s cock, replied; “Oh, little d-darlin’ you have no idea. There’s lots of ways this can get better.”

The diva shivered as Cash pulled his cock out, and stroked himself. The pom pulled herself up onto her elbows as the setter slipped off the bed and stood up on shaky legs. The moonlight coming from the window combined with the gaslight glinted off the other woman’s golden toned body. Dixie admired the setter’s form, while also realizing how sweaty both of them had become. 

“What do you think, Cash?” The diva ran a hand through her messy hair. “She would look good in belts. Maybe the ballgag?”

“Belts?” The pom tilted her head.

“Just one of the ways things can get much better.” The setter’s tail swayed in a warm wag as she waltzed around the bed, rolling her hips with each step. “I just figured that someone willing to rub one off in public on a windowsill would be up for a little more of a kinky challenge.” 

“You mean, like getting spanked, or whipped?” The pom’s voice wavered.

Cash stopped stroking himself at the lavender dog’s quizzical expression, and cocked his head. “If this is your first time, then I don’t think it’s wise to...” 

“Exactly that!” The diva’s voice cut him off. “Maybe a little touch of rope, or some handcuffs. You seem like the experienced type that enjoys a little rough play.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s me! Experienced!” The pom felt herself perk up at the descriptor. But there was still a touch of unease in her tone. “But I’ve never been, like, tied up or anything.” The pom’s head turned as she watched the setter prowl around the bed. “I mean, I’m not opposed. I have a friend who is into that sort of thing.”

“The same friend who likes girls?” The diva chuckled as she slipped behind her target. “Cash, be a dear and fetch me some rope. The hemp if you please. It has a nice bite.”

“I don’t think she’s really that interested,” the hound began, walking around the bed towards the other two. His ears were perked high. “C’mon Dix, let’s leave it for tonight.”

“You’re jokin? You lay such a sweet meal in front of me and not expect me to want to wrap it tighter than a June bug in a rug?” The diva slipped her hands under the pom’s arms and guided her up into a sitting position with her back against the setter's chest. Turning her attention to the other woman, she whispered into a lavender ear; “Tell you what. I’ll just give yah a little tug and you tell me how it feels.”

“Alright, just a little tu-HIKE!” The pom yipped as her arms were tugged behind her back, the diva holding them there with one hand while pushing her head forward with the other. The pom bit her lower lip, and darted her eyes to the side towards Cash. “I-I’m not so sure.” There was a hesitant pause in her words. “Maybe we can just go back to kissing?”

“Oh, you sweet little thang.” The setter whimpered. “Let me just place my hand over your mouth. Just to try it.” 

“Ummm,” There was a pause. “Okay-MMMPH!” One of the diva’s hands wrapped itself around the pom’s muzzle from behind, silencing her.

“There we go, doesn’t it feel exciting!” The singer pressed the smaller dog’s body into her own, holding her tight. The pom shivered as the grip on her muzzle tightened and her head was forced to nod up and down. “See, she’s into it!”

“Mummph!” The pom squealed in a slightly dumbfounded state. This was happening so fast, her brain barely had time to process any of it.

Cash raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, as into it as a porcupine in a balloon factory. Why don’t you let her go so she can speak for herself?”

The pom gasped as the hand was removed from her mouth. She almost fell over when the diva released her, but instead caught herself and shook her head as she caught her breath. After a few seconds of deep breathing, she looked up at the hound. “Oh, thank you. That felt really weird. I can see why- others -might like it.” She looked over her shoulder at the setter, her eyebrows dipping in the beginning stages of a glare. “But I don’t think I’m ready for that.”  

“There yah go.” Cash put his hands on his bare hips and gave a curt nod of his head. “Enough said.” 

“You two are no fun!” The setter pouted. She hopped up from the bed and waltzed up to him. A hand playfully swatted at the male’s hardness, which was slowly beginning to droop. “Come on, you an’t going all soft on me are yah, Cash?”

The hound waved her away. “Don’t you ‘come on’ me you dominatrix doggie.” He motioned with his head at the lavender Pomeranian. “If she doesn’t want to, then she ain’t got to. End of the story.”

The pom’s eyes snapped back and forth between the two and she watched the growing exchange with curiosity.

“Well, how about that? And here I thought we were going to have a party!” She haughtily hiked a shoulder. “Instead I get two wet blankets getting thrown on my fire.”

“Not everyone is into the same things Dix. And you need to learn to toe that line!” He added with a soft mutter; “Among other things.”  

“An’t this just a fine kettle of tea!” Dixie crossed her arms under her chest, a sly grin digging into her cheeks. “Well, I would like someone to get tied up tonight. Maybe you would like to demonstrate?” 

Cash cocked his head and raised his brow.

“Why not?” The setter continued.

“I think you know why not.” 

“I think you’d look nice all wrapped up in rope. Maybe you could stand back and watch as I show your new girlfriend how a real mistress handles herself.” Dixie brought a hand up along his side and started to trace the outline of the hound’s abs, reveling in the brown fur’s softness. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Oh, is that where you think this night is going?” One of his hands quickly wrapped around the setter’s wrist. He cast his eyes over to the pom while a mischievous grin spread across his muzzle. The way he gazed at her caused her cheeks to glow and her heart to thunder. Returning to the setter, he spun her around so she faced the pom, and Dixie could see the soft shudder of excitement that coursed through the red-haired woman’s frame.  

“Oh, do you think you’re about to do what I think you’re about to do?” The diva shivered. 

“You said you wanted someone to get tied up tonight.” Cash’s laughter was a deep rumble that made the fur on the Pomeranian’s neck rise and the space between her legs glow. He winked at the lavender furred canine from over the setter’s shoulder. “But no. I know what I’m about to do.” 



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The nude hound dog carefully wound the end of the rope around the bedpost, using the wooden post as a cleat to secure the last twenty minutes of work. Satisfied with the line’s security, he slipped onto the edge of the bed next to the equally naked Pomeranian. The hound took a deep breath and gently placed a hand atop her own. Dixie couldn’t help but smile when he turned to face her. The phonograph had long ago run its course, and clicked away in the corner. But neither seemed at all interested in either resuming its musical interlude, nor stopping its fruitless progress. 

“I’m deeply sorry about that. My partner can get a little hot headed at times.” Cash apologized.

“It’s alright. I just wasn’t ready for that sorta thing.” The lavender canine snuggled up against his side. “Maybe another time?”

“Only if you’re up for it. But I’ll be honest, all that tied up stuff is overrated if you ask me. I’m just glad she didn’t chase you off with her antics.” He ran his muzzle over the woman’s ruffled gray hair. 

“I can see why someone might enjoy it. But, I dunno. I just don’t find it all that appealing.” She blushed. “I hope that’s okay.”  

“It’s right as rain. I like you just like this.” He whispered as he brushed his fingers against her light gray cheek and held her gaze towards his own. “All sweet and warm. Like fireflies on a summer night.”

“Oh, Mr. Cash. You really know how to charm a girl. Such a way with words.” 

“And you’re a little firecracker. All ready to set off like it’s the fourth of July.” 

“I wouldn’t give this up for anything. I feel like I’m going to wake up any moment in my own bed, and it'll all be a dream.” Dixie drew her own muzzle under his chin, then averted her gaze to the space above them. “But uh…how long are you going to leave her like...well, that?”

The Pomeranian motioned with her head to the foot of the bed, to which Cash chuckled. Dixie grinned, flushed by excitement as she admired the suspended art he had created, reveling in his perversity.

The golden furred setter moaned as drool ran down her chin before dripping off onto the floor. She floated between heaven and earth, an intricate network of ropes and carefully tied knots suspending her naked, buxom body from the eye bolt that was set into the ceiling. The creaking of the rigging suspending her and the slight tinkle of bells joined her soft moans, her tongue pressed up against the inch-thick bit gag anchored through her mouth. Breathing in deep through her nose, the gag in her mouth muffling any sound she made.

The ropes gathered once at her sternum, again at her waist, and lastly at the flare of her hips, evenly distributing her weight and holding her six feet off the ground, chest down. Rope was doubled back and looped around her chest, over and under her breasts. Squeezing them together. Her pierced nipples were tugged by a weighted clamp hooked into the hoop, each with a bell attached. Lastly, that bushy tail rose up, pulled up and tied out of the way. It was a thing of pure beauty, floating just above the feet of the couple, and totally helpless.

“Don’t worry about her,” Cash playfully teased, drawing his hands up and down the pom’s sides, between her arms and her torso. “She’ll just hang around for a while.”

The suspended Dixie let out a louder moan, bucking and causing the bells attached to her nipples to ring louder. Her head twisted side to side as much as the leather thong braided into her red hair would allow. Its tension pulled her head back and kept it raised, wonderfully displaying the leather blindfold which blocked all sight. Her hands were tied behind her back with the wrists crossed and up high between her sharp shoulder blades, her legs secured with the ankles lashed against the back of her thighs with the firm rope. She had gasped so beautifully as he tied them tight and pulled her into the air.

“Well, she did say someone was getting tied up tonight.” The pom giggled, enjoying the feeling as the hound dog traced his hands up her sides.

 As the bound and gagged diva turned away from them, they got an unabated view between her spread legs and at her glistening folds, left unattended. Dixie took one last glance at the diva before one of Cash’s hands slipped under her chin and guided her into a light kiss. The suspended dog was now just an afterthought, a piece of decor to liven up the passion that filled the air. He deepened the kiss and eased her onto her back on the bed, laying down next to her. Dixie buried her shorter frame alongside his, all while he rolled his lips against hers and pulled her tongue into his mouth. They separated, and she let out a gentle hiss that turned into his name.

“Oh, Cash…mmm.”

His lips traveled down her body to her breasts as he continued to nibble, kiss and grind his shaft into her creamy thighs. Dixie felt the ecstasy within her flaring up as his hands fondled and squeezed her bosom before burying his head into her chest. His mouth completely engulfed a pert nipple and Dixie sharply moaned in turn. His muzzle was so big, and her bosom so small, that he practically wrapped the whole of her breast between his lips. Pleasure rippled through her body as he suckled on her teat. The male lay in such a way that his lower chest brushed and rubbed across her mound, the increasing wetness dampening his fur. In vain, her legs tried to close about him to draw him even closer, ever tighter to her. His hands found and began massaging her calves, the pom being small enough to do this while he simultaneously worked her breasts.

Unlike the dangling doggie, he had her completely unwrapped. 

The hound's lips kept traveling south, over the soft flesh of her stomach and to the glowing mound of her sex. The fur was so light and thin, that it was almost smooth to the naked eye. As he laid kisses, he began to cup her most intimate of parts with one of his hands, testing her resolve. Cash grew harder as he felt how wet she was, a single finger gliding over her clit to her opening. The Pomeranian took in ragged breaths, gasping at the simultaneous sensations. 

“What a prize,” he growled, rolling over so that he lay atop her. 

“Oh yes, just m-m-magnanimous.” The Pomeranian rose up on her elbows, wide eyes peering down with need. “Please, I-I want to feel you inside of me.”  

He slowly dipped his finger into her, causing her to squeak as he gauged how taut she was. He curled his finger and gently started to stroke inside her folds, the muscles clutching at him. Dixie’s mouth fell open in a guttural moan, the penetration sending sharp cracks of desire through her frame. She looked up at the sight of the Irish setter hanging in the background, drool spilling down a quivering chin, and felt a sudden burst of gratification at the sight. While she didn’t want to be in the other woman’s place, seeing the golden furred body suspended in the air and tightly restrained, coupled with the jolts of pleasure coming from between her thighs was definitely becoming a turn on. It was as if she had somehow conquered a rival, and was indulging in a reward. 

The hound withdrew his finger, encouraged by what he felt, and dipped his head to glide his tongue over her satin lips. He slipped his hands underneath her and into the junction where her buttocks met her thighs. They made the perfect groove for his hands to fit into and pull her hips up to meet him. Unlike the diva, who hung just out of reach of his backside, he started slow. Eyes closed as he took one long swipe of his thick tongue along her exposed sex, drawing a cry from deep within her. Then another lap, and another. Each one long and carefully placed to deliver maximum pleasure. He ended his worship with a gentle kiss upon her clit.

Cash made his way back up her body, delivering kisses as he went until he reached her face. They kissed once more, latching hungrily at one another, as he settled his hips between her legs. The hound lowered himself onto her hot body, breaking the kiss so that she could openly gasp as he rubbed his burning cock against her wetness. 

There came a faint sob of pleasure from above the two lovers and the blindfolded setter swayed in her lazy circle. Her breath gushed around the bitgag in ragged gasps as she twitched in sympathy with the undulating muscles of her bound thighs. The Pomeranian got the impression that, even though the blindfold, the other Dixie knew what was happening underneath her.

The fate of the diva was forgotten once more when Dixie felt Cash tease at her opening, thick and hard against her slit. She held her breath with anticipation, falling into the chocolate brown of his eyes. Slowly, the hound lined himself up so that she cupped the head of his shaft, then parted her open, stretching her lotus to take all of his head. It had been a considerable amount of time since she had been with anyone, despite her boasting, and a brief ripple of discomfort flashed across her face. She closed her eyes in concentration as her body involuntarily protested. 

“You okay, little darlin’. I’m not hurting yah, am I?” Cash’s tone was low and worrisome, and he paused in his advance. 

“I’m f-fine. Really.” There were traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. 

“Promise?”

“In-Indubitably!” The pom squealed. “Rut me!”

The pom shuddered as he continued to bore into her, the hound just able to fit all of himself inside before hitting resistance. Dixie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her sex relaxed slightly as it grew accustomed. Cash slowly pulled out a few inches and back, sliding his body forward so that his big nose was just inches away from her much smaller one; a moan from Dixie greeting him. The brown hound began to work himself in and out slowly, methodically. Pleasure suddenly replaced the fleeting pain, and the Pomeranian’s muscles started to ripple and relax along the length of his shaft.  

Between the lead up on the windowsill, their foreplay in the bedroom, and the squirming mobile over the bed, Dixie found that orgasm building fast and quick. She held her breath trying to hold it in, groaning as she felt the bright white blinding bliss approach. The hard, forceful meetings of flesh between her and him continued, accompanied by the open grunt from behind his pressed together lips and the hiss through her nose. Those grunts became louder with each of his increasingly-powerful plunges against her folds; joining the slapping sounds made by their damp groins striking one another. 

“Fuck, I think I'm going to come already,” she plaintively whimpered, warning him.

“Do it,” was the rumbling reply.

Cash went up onto his arms and put all of himself into her, bottoming out. He then slipped a hand under the hollow of her back as he began to thoroughly fuck her, giving in to the way he truly wanted her. She grit her teeth, trying desperately to fight it, slowing her movement and locking her muscles. It had been so long, she wanted to prolong it and enjoy every second possible. The pressure of the pleasure she was holding in felt set to burst, and she wanted the release so badly, and yet couldn't accept it. Just a little longer! 

Cash paused and drew himself out on a particularly long stroke, so that only the very head of his penis was cupped in her folds. Then, he drove himself back in with an intense force. The result striking deep within the Pomeranian like a bolt of lightning. The feeling of him hitting her deepest parts was all it took to break her resistence. Dixie gripped his shoulders tightly and wrapped her legs around him, bucking her hips against his as she gave up holding back. She tilted her head back and her eyes rolled back in turn, arching her body off the bed. Her mouth hung open as she cried out in lust and pleasure, teetering on the very edge of orgasm.

Cash continued to drive his member deep into her over and over at a steady pace, “You feel amazing, little firecracker. God, you feel so good.”

“Oh please, Cash.” she cried out, not quite aware of the words that came tumbling out of her mouth during the throes of ecstasy. “Please, baby, please. Fuck me like a whore!”

He leaned his head down low, roughly whispering into her ear, “Is that what you want? I’ll fuck you like a two-bit whore in a one room cathouse.”

His words drove her over the edge. Dixie peaked with a scream, her vaginal muscles sharply constricting in orgasmic delight, “Yes, please, Cash... please.”

“Please, what?” he teased, pinning his forehead against her own as he roughly drove his cock into her.

Still climaxing, she couldn't respond, completely overwhelmed. He thrust until he knew the moment had passed, and her body was no longer bucking. Then he rose up on his knees and forcefully pulled the pom up by her hips to meet his. In the process, leaning his head back against the Irish setter’s suspended body, using it as a headrest. He pushed himself inside the Pomeranian again, completely filling that narrow passageway, before stopping. His hands held her body tightly in place.

The dangling diva twitched her head from side to side as much as the rope holding her in place would allow. Swallowing, her voice came out as a muffled “Fwash” as she tried to speak through the gag. The bells hanging from her tits chimed, but the hound ignored her.

“Please, what? I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, focusing his gaze on the lavender furred pom.

Dixie managed to blush even in the heat of the moment, responding with a short-winded, “Like a whore. I wanna be fucked!”

Growling, he squeezed her hips and ordered, “Alright, whore. Get on all fours.”

He slipped out of her, and shuffled to the side, leaving her the whole of the bed to maneuver. The pom was quick to comply, flipping over onto her hands and knees and repositioning herself so that she faced the footboard of the bed. One of the hound’s heavy hands pushed her upper back, arching her ass up higher to meet his height, while the other gripped her by the hips. Dixie turned her head to one side so that one cheek was pressed against the bed. The pom’s body lay in the shadow of the suspended setter, who was now huffing like a steam engine in her own pleasure prison.
 
Cash ran his hands over the swell of her rump, before tugging her curly tail to the side. He used his other hand to help guide his hard cock into her taut sex, even more snug from this angle. He shuffled forward on his knees, his face just about level with the bound and gagged diva. With a smirk, he took his free hand off the pom’s rump, and gave the setter a hard slap across the face, which sent her spinning with a gurgle. Satisfied that the diva was occupied, he drew his hips back and pressed forward.

The pom shivered as he slid back inside her with a groan, and he wasn't as gentle as before. He wasted no time and began to rapidly plow his cock deep into her. Dixie's body felt like a safety valve, ready to blow from the pressure building inside of her. The hound managed to hit that most sensitive spot inside of her over and over, the tension inside of her threatening to spill over once again.

“Oh, sp-sp-splendid!” She moaned, gazing back at him. For the second time she found herself hovering on the edge of something monumental.

She rolled her ass back against him in tandem, attempting to match his pace with well-timed grinds. When their hips touched, she gasped, his slick wet shaft feeling somehow bigger than before and her folds milking his throbbing cock to try to keep it within her.  

“You feel so good!” The hound drooled. “As smooth as butter and as hot as the sun! Sing for me, darlin!”

Dixie was absolutely pushed by his words and the increased intensity. She began to scream into the sheets, a shotgun blast of orgasms washing over her like waves lapping at a beach. Cash seemed to have lost control of his restraint and let loose by hammering his cock into her. The bed shook and rocked back and forth, striking the wall with a hard beat. 

Gripping her by both hips, his fingers digging into soft flesh, he slammed his body into her as she stopped trying to meet him in return. For the pom, it became impossible to know where one orgasm started and the other ended. Time lost all meaning as all she knew in that moment was the sensation of his cock inside of her and absolute ecstasy. The hound didn't let up, using her exactly as he wanted, fucking as hard as he desired, and clearly delighted that she could take it so relentlessly in this position. The male used all the strength in his legs to mechanically drill the lavender woman as hard as he could. All while another woman, bound and gagged, spun like a fan above them.

Dixie continued to moan into the pillow, fingers clenching, as orgasms turned to a sense of numbness at his unending pounding. Just when she thought it was almost too much, another climax crashed into her. Cash slowed down as her body started to sag beneath him, finally easing into a steady rhythm. 

“Hold on, Firecracker.” Cash rolled his head back and started to push deep inside her. “This is gonna be a good one.”

She felt him give one last clap of his hips into her rump, then boil over. As he slammed into his own climax his jaw clamped down tight and he released his load into that divine sheath! The warm seed flooded the shivering Pomeranian until the twitching dog’s womb was utterly filled with his essence and her trapped juices. Dixie became so replete that the pressure of her lover’s last spurting forced small rivulets to seep around the shaft that was so tightly gripped by her own flesh. They dripped onto the sheets between her knees, joining the trail of drool that spread in an arc from the ignored diva dog suspended above.   
 
“My, oh my!” Cash finally wheezed as he pulled himself away from her body. The feeling of being emptied drew the pom back into another wave of pleasure until the tip slipped out of her. “You’re a work of art.”

Dixie only murred, but not in response to what he said for her mind was so far gone that his words didn't even register with her. She opened her eyes slowly, in an unconsciously flattering display as Cash lowered her gently down to the bed, her body falling flat. He ran his fingers through the fur of her back up to her shoulders where he gently rubbed her. Dixie closed her eyes again and turned her head. She laid her cheek flat on the pillow, letting the sensations roll through her quivering body.

A few minutes passed, marked only by the deep breathing of the two lovers, and the muffled protests of the gagged ornament.

“That was...the best sex I’ve ever had.” The Pomeranian finally remarked with a voice that was raspy from use.

She was met with a chuckle as Cash teased, “Don't tell me you’re tappin’ out already.” He slowly rolled over, landing on his back beside her.

“I didn't say that. Just very impressed.” She rolled onto her side to face him, her curly tail wagging merrily against the bed sheets.  

“Much appreciated, Firecracker.” He rolled onto his side to face her, and ran a hand along her arm, letting her recover after all of her screaming. “I'm going to guess you came once or twice?”

“Oh, you’re a right comedian.” She replied with a snort. “I couldn’t tell if I was coming, going, up, or down!” 

“You didn’t just sing, you sang.” The hound's drawl drew out the last word as he slipped his hand under her muzzle and tipped it up to meet his in a light kiss, which she obliged with a soft giggle. “And I know a thing or two about that subject. Make no bones about it, you, little darlin’, are a gemstone.”

“Oh, Cash. Coming from you, that means all the world.” She sighed before turning over onto her back. “That was exactly what I needed.”

**********

The bedroom was bathed in a delicate, golden glow as the first light of dawn gently filtered through the curtains. The dust particles suspended in the air caught the sunlight, creating a mesmerizing dance that added to the enchantment of the morning. Shadows danced on the walls, slowly retreating as the sunlight grew more assertive. 

“A newspaper dog, huh?” Cash mused, his hands laced behind his head, and a grin plastered on his face. “I never would have thought.”

Dixie nodded her head. She lay next to him on the bed, on her back. Enjoying the warmth from the shaft of sunlight that beamed in from the nearby window. The phonograph had long ago run its spring out, and the sun was starting to rise. They had made love twice more after recovering from their initial foray. Once against the wall, and once upon the hardwood floor. 

“Yep! I’ve been running the gossip column for years now. I know, not as exciting as a well-traveled singing star.” She waved a hand in the air above her. “But I have my finger on this town’s pulse!”

“You're something else,” Cash marveled. He looked over at the Pomeranian, delighted in the way the sunlight cast jagged shadows across her naked body. “Born in a mining town, almost blown to bits in a train accident, and an accomplished writer.” 

After their third round of rutting, they found themselves laying on the bed, engrossed in conversation until the sun started to rise. The bed sheets were pulled from the bed and scattered around the room. Leaving them laying upon a bare mattress. He raised a leg into the air and pulled it back so the knee almost touched his chest, then kicked it out. The hound landed a paw upon the suspended setter’s hip with enough force to keep her spinning with a jingle of bells.  

Dixie had been kept in her tight bondage all night, her fur damp and folds dripping from unheeded need. She panted through the bit gag, while strands of her red hair fell around her head in loose twirls, contrasting with the black blindfold and bit gag. The diva looked ruined. Her tail hung low and her golden body glistened with sweat that caught the growing sunlight and glowed in sharp relief. As she swayed back around, Cash raised his leg again and planted his paw once more upon her. This time it was a shoulder. With a gentle push, he spun her once more.

“That’s uh, putting it one way.” The pom blushed. “I’m always looking for a new story. It’s how I knew about you guys being in town.”

“I guess I should expect the full story of what happened in Nashville to be in tomorrow’s paper?” The hound chuckled, spinning the suspended setter once again. “Suppose I deserve that from inviting a girl who masturbates on a windowsill.” 

“What? And ruin my chances of having a romp like that again?” Dixie replied, her tone playful. “As juicy as that story was, and I’ve heard some real wonders, I know what I have going on.” She lowered her voice to a soft giggle. “Besides, it will be quite the moment when I start off the column by telling the whole town I’m my own source, having gotten caught while rubbing one out on the windowsill.”

“You wanted to get caught.” Cash countered. “That was as much a show as anything I’ve put on professionally, and unprofessionally on a stage.”

“I saw an opportunity, and I took it.” The pom shrugged. “To tell the truth, I didn’t think you would invite me over!”

“As devious as a snake in a woodpile.” Cash pursed his lips. “Just what I need, another Dixie that’s too clever for her own good.” 

He reeled his leg back once again, and gave the suspended setter another push. The diva groaned in frustration. Her head would have hung down if not for the knot of leather he had tied around her hair. Tied back so she had no choice but to let the ropes take her weight.

“If I may,” The Pomeranian frowned. “Why do you two stay together? Is it a professional thing? Or do you really...” She paused. “...like one another like that?”

Above them, the diva whimpered softly, and there was a plaintive note resonating within her moan. Cash’s gaze focused on the suspended canine, clearly admiring her bound and gagged form. The shibari ties outlined her shape perfectly, the ropes encircling her torso in a tight chest harness, weaving rope around arms and legs and cinching them so the woman’s flesh spilled out from around the bondage. Her breasts heaved, and the little bells attached to her nipple rings tingled. 

“I remember when we first met,” He smiled wistfully. “I was just a little thing, all paws and ears. Felt like a real good for nothing.”

Dixie rolled over onto her side, her ears perked forward, puzzled. “Really? You?”

“Yeah, me.” He raised his leg, but this time it was to stop the setter’s swinging, and hold her still so that she faced them. “Then, one night she and I went for a roll in the hay and we both got to howling, and we discovered we could sing. Really sing! You remember what I told yah Dix?”

“Mwa humpha….” The diva drooled. 

“I said, and I repeat, ‘Dixie, this is going to be our ticket to success. We’re gonna be stars!’ Was a very enjoyable night.” He shifted the woman’s bound body side to side playfully. The diva’s cheeks blushed, and a smile could be seen around the bitgag. Her tail would have wagged had it not been restrained. “Well, I need her and she needs me. We’ve been dealt some bad hands since then. But here we are, and we’ll make it. One way or another.”

“You two are so weird!” the Pomeranian laughed. She rolled onto her side and ran a finger over his bare chest, then looked up at the dominated diva. “You know. I don’t think I’m very interested in the whole, being tied up, thing myself. Just, not my thing.” 

“It’s not for everyone,” Cash said with a shrug, “and you don’t have to be into it.”

“But that!” The lavender woman giggled and motioned with her head at her opposite. “Seeing that just gets my drums a beating! Tell yah what, big boy. I’m going to do you both a favor.”

“And what, pray-tell might that be?” Cash gave the dangling Dixie a hard shove, and sent her swaying out in a wide arc. The sound of the bell turned from subtle chimes to sleigh bell ringing, as they hung from the setter’s abused breasts. “As if I didn’t already know it involves another round of bouncin’.”  

“I need a new story. There was one I was hanging onto, that, for reasons...” She paused and rolled a lower lip into a brief pout. “I can no longer use.”

“I’m listening.” Cash kept his leg raised, and pushed the setter again. Keeping her swinging from the eye bolt. 

“Well, try this on for size.” She ran her finger up his chest and over his neck, slipping it under his chin. “You need some good reviews. What if I write a full-page piece on the ‘new’ Singing Strays and their most recent launch. Right here in Marceline.” 

Cash tilted his head under the guidance of her finger. “And in exchange, you and I keep having fun.” He replied softly, his gaze meeting her own. “As if I was planning on this being a one and done exchange.”

“I think that’s a perfectly sublime deal. Don’t you?” Her eyes twinkled mischievously as a haughty smirk split her maw.

The hound gave the suspended setter another swing, then lowered his leg to roll onto his side and face the Pomeranian. Leaving the diva to swing back and forth under her own momentum to the melody of bells and a symphony of creaking rope. He slipped his arms around the Pomeranian, and pulled her close enough for their noses to just touch. Both of their tails wagged almost in unison. 

“I think that’s the best deal I’ve ever made. Little Firecracker, consider yourself an honorary Singing Stray.”

Dixie didn't hesitate, meeting the hound in another warm and sloppy kiss. A deep groan escaped her lips as she pressed them up against his. Their lips melded together and their tongues searched the inside of each other's mouths while their bodies pressed together as if they wanted to merge into one. Moans generated deep in the Pomeranian’s throat sent vibrations rumbling into Cash's mouth. It was warm and wet and full of lust.

Meanwhile, above the two, a bound and gagged Irish setter slowly swung to a stop. The sound of the soon to be lovemaking below her, and the hours of pent up sexual frustration were having an undeniable effect on her. She squirmed and twisted in her bindings. She faintly wailed through her gag, sobbing in her denied pleasure. She arched her body, pushing the brown pads of her paws against the flesh of her golden furred ass. While she couldn’t see the events happening below her, there was little doubt what was about to happen. All their talking, teasing, the tight restraints and muffled senses. A shivering sensation emanated from her breasts and crotch to spread throughout her furred form. The setter reveled in it, like a fine wine, or a drug. Rolling her head back and moaning lustily, strands of her captured ears splayed out alongside her head as she twisted violently in the air. 

Neither the Pomeranian, or the hound dog seemed to care when Dixie orgasmed in midair. Her gurgling turned into a garbled squeal when she felt her own passion slam through her helpless form. Light strings of sexual fluid dripped down from between her spread legs to drape across their backs underneath her. Her head jerked as far as the ropes would allow and her body shivered and twitched. Her face flushed as wave after wave emanated from her lower regions. The restriction of her bondage caused a rapid series of mini orgasmic shocks to fire along her nerve network. It felt glorious!  

She might have been in heaven, but as she dripped and drooled, the diva was already contemplating how she was going to bring the two below her to hell. 


THE END.


Like a tick and a flea, 
a bird and a bee 
A nose and a tail, 
a horse and a trail 
A pond and a frog, 
a bump and a log 

We're hand and glove, an example 
Purebred 
Down-home 
True, sweet 

Harmony