While Parin was lucky enough to only work four days a week, he often had to stay late for those days he went to his office. So now instead of Katie coming home to his waiting arms and a home-cooked dinner waiting for her, a grumbling, grumpy sergal trudged through the door this evening as the shady furred jackal rose from the couch to greet him.

Parin stood in the doorway with a tired glare, the bags under his eyes revealing his exhaustion. His usual chipper demeanor was gone, replaced with a huff as he dropped his bag on the floor, suit jacket draped over a forearm. Orangish-brown fur seemingly as flattened as his attitude, the tight dress shirt's collar condensing the fluff Katie loved to nuzzle so much.

"Rough day at the office?" Asked Katie, trying to lighten the mood as she wrapped her arms around her husband's shoulders, standing to her tiptoes to reach her taller partner. It was kinda weird to see him wearing actual professional attire, a suit almost out of place on the sergal she knew to be in touch with his effeminate side while boasting a cock that was a cervix wrecker to even a veteran prostitute.

The sergal grunted in reply as he leaned into her embrace, resting his head on hers with a soft exhale. "Yeah, just the usual office bullshit. Last minute fires needing put out. Bus was late. The usual ‘universe fucking me over right as I can go home’. But I am not doing anything until I change into something more comfy. And then we are snuggling. Then I'll throw something together for dinner, I'm sure we have stuff for something."

Katie giggled, planting a kiss on the side of her husband's neck. "Of course, of course, you must feel so stuffy in those clothes. Still, if it's any consolation, you look quite handsome in them."

Parin gave a worn smile before heading towards their bedroom, "Oh, I agree that they make me *dashing*. But I don't just wear skirts to be cute and show my cock off, it's hard to beat the comfort found in my usual wardrobe." Katie watched him go, his tail increasingly wagging behind him as he vanished down the hall. When the orangish sergal emerged from the bedroom, he was back in his stockings, choker, and a loose shirt and shorts that showed off his bulge. "Better!" He exclaimed as he pranced over to his wife and scooped her up in a hug, spinning her around as they both giggled.

As Katie was set down, she patted her husband on the chest. "Now that's more like it. So, what sounds good for dinner? Think we have stuff for a stir fry?"

"Stir fry sounds delicious," Parin said with a nod, walking to the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge. "But now you owe me double cuddles tonight."

—

"-Like, no. Of fucking course you can't get a firewall exception made for your personal device." The sergal tossed his hands in an exasperated gesture, empty plates in front of them at the dinner table. "It's not my fault that the stupid bimbo bitch got mad at *me*, for her own lack of understanding about the base fucking concept of a secure network." He flapped his fingers like a mouth, "But other people work from home, why can't I? Because they use company devices! It's not hard to request one!”

Katie giggled from the table's other end, finishing her last bite. "You would hate how many seminars my institute has about not plugging in random flash drives we find. Did she leave you alone at least after that?"

Parin rolled his eyes, pushing his plate back. "She did after I told her she was better off running her mouth over unwashed cock instead of arguing about the worst firewall rule I've ever had the displeasure to deny. Like, she wanted in on the deepest layer of the network. She had to have been cleaning someone’s cock to get hired, otherwise I’d think she was actually being malicious.” With that, he stood, collecting their plates. "But enough about my day, asshats are everywhere, it's nothing new."

After a short stint of cleanup, they moved to the couch, Parin snuggling up and laying his head on Katie's lap despite being larger than her. She pulled up the blanket, scratched behind his ears, and queued up some of their favorite shows on the TV. Awhile in, Paring hummed. "You know, I'm curious. You don't talk about your job much, is it that boring or do you think it will go over my head?"

The jackal shrugged, "Well, it's not all that interesting in the day to day. Lots of chemical equations, math, instrument reading, and I'll spare you the details of my surgeries and autopsies. I assure you, in my line of work, it's good not to have stories other than 'I forgot to save a file before quitting'."

"Oh come on, surely there's something interesting for me? I work tech, I can find excitement in things like code and math. And like, I know it is certainly above my head, but you're developing actual living latex! And don't pretend that you're not a *little* kinky about latex and your whole mad-doctor thing."

The jackal sucked in a breath, eyes closing. "Hun? You did nothing wrong, but please don't call it that. You said the equivalent of calling the web browser application 'the internet'. Like, it's not wholly incorrect, just... not right."

The sergal matched her expression with a playfully awkward hiss, before chuckling slightly. "Welllll... sounds like you *have* to explain it to me now."

"Fiiiiine. You're lucky I still have that presentation in my mind. Still, it's gonna be a little too over simplified. Okay. It's... I'll skip the deep dive on skin itself. But you get that our bodies are an amalgamation of other living bits? Like a flesh-mech. Motors, electronics, engine, control, everything is organic and alive, just serving a whole. Skin is its own thing, with its own tasks and requirements. Realistically, you can't just 'replace' skin without depriving the body of important attributes."

Looking straight up from her lap, Parin had the cutest look of interest and attention as he locked eyes with her. "Mhm."

"Biopolymer is a patch for skin. Meant to serve as a temporary replacement after injuries, until medical attention can be applied, or place holding in the process of grafting skin. It's not a go-to miracle thing, but it has its place in medical applications. Now, you are referring to the phenomenon where it 'grows' on a person. Spreads, and replaces skin with itself. Note that this isn't intended, and is most prevalent in females. Still, it's slow, and only reinforces the patches as a temporary measure."

Katie half expected the sergal to be munching popcorn when she looked back down at him. "I've got my own theories and we're working it out now that I have some funding to continue the research my grandfather started. But the point is, that the biopolymer itself isn't alive. But it hosts bacteria cultures in it to perform the needed organic functions. Think of it as a bridge, the hardware to interface with biology without actually being biological itself. The biopolymer connects our specific cultures to the subject's body, while also containing it."

Those doting eyes still gazed up at her. "But if it's contained-"

"Then how does it grow? That is a chemical reaction. Basically, one of skin's most important uses is heat regulation. Heat is energy. We made bacteria able to use body heat to sustain itself, which is why biopolymer is almost cold to the touch. When there is a lot of heat, there is a lot of sustaining. That reaction can grow out of control, causing the culture to multiply. It will then break down the nearby skin it's already 'interfacing' with and replace it so it has room to grow. Don't think of it as like... nanomachine breakdown and replacement. It's more like fire. Just a direct reaction that puts out a lot of heat, and turns fuel elements into another. It just so happens that since we designed it to replicate itself, just like your body replacing dead skin cells, it will make more of itself at the end of that reaction."

"Woah." Parin said, eyes starry. "See, that's so fucking cool though! And, I gotta know… making it look like latex was intentional, wasn’t it?” Face narrowing in cheekiness, the orangish boy stuck his tongue out.

“All I’ll say is that it’s a happy accident for those who are so inclined to shiny surfaces.”

Crossing his arms and letting out a smug breath, “I knew it. Would it take over an entire body? Bet there’d be plenty of ‘interested parties’ out there into that.”

Katie nodded. "Well, in my grandfather's experiments, yes. Only the women though. Or at least, in the women it was accelerated to be a noticeable takeover instead of needing years. And not every woman, mind you. Granted, that was quite a few generations of the bacteria culture ago, and we haven't let it progress that far with my resumption of his work." She rubbed her chin, the jackal humming to herself. She would need to actually have a reason other than 'let’s just see what happens' to do that in a clinical trial. Right? Just because she had dehumanized, repossessed bodies for use as medical test beds didn't mean she could just run that kind of potentially irreversible test on a whim.

But oooh... it was kind of tempting. It's not like they were expected to live forever in her care. Fatalities were part of the research. And those that lived needed to be disposed of anyways... If she could fully culture biopolymer around an entire body... Perhaps that was the greatest test? To truly see if it could 'replace' skin. Could help identify flaws. Long term effects. Besides the growing, anyways. If it could lead to a way for biopolymer to even be useful long term in the first place...

"That's quite the look there. Trying to move that vase beside the TV with your mind?" Parin said with a smirk, reaching up to rub the other side of her chin. "Ponder, o' wife mine. Seek thy forbidden knowledge of psionics."

Katie chuckled, snapping back to reality, playfully batting his hand away from her. "Oh shush. Just thinking about a new possible avenue of testing for biopolymer. Might be more of a pet project in the end, but still. In a way, I think you just inspired me."

"Well, it sounds like you should tell me about your day at work more often then! And that wasn't even that simple of a breakdown~"

"Oh yeah? Well, uh, give me your simplest explanation of a computer."

Parin's confidently lidded gaze cooly met her eyes, a smug grin on his wedge-like snout. "We tricked shiny rocks into thinking."

Katie opened her mouth, only for nothing to come. "Fuck, alright, that's pretty good."

—

“What do you think, Katie? Would I look better in plain ole’ black, or a nice hot pink?” Spoke the orangish sergal, spinning the laptop around as he lay belly down on the bed, articulated footpaws gently kicking through the air. An online shop displayed prominently on the screen, rubber leggings and stockings and belts and cuffs all in a cart list. “The color options are limited without spending a bit more than I want, and while I know black works, it’s a little bland. Pink kinda clashes with my fur, but it’s such a vibe still.”

Nude and brushing her fur after a shower, ready for bed after a long day, Katie’s pointed ears perked as she turned from the vanity to the presented screen. “Uh, why are you even asking? Both. You’re going to thank me when you realize that cleaning them isn’t trivial and how handy having a second one will be.”

Tapping his snout before giving a sage nod, the sergal spun the laptop back to face him. “A fine point, as I would expect from my mistress of shininess. Having two would definitely give me more options when making outfits too, or even to wear them for your little ‘exam’ nights. Oh, do you think I could start making my own outfits for those? I won’t cover the good bits, I promise~”

Ears wilting, Katie’s gaze was cast to her vanity for a moment before she turned the chair to better face her husband. “Actually… I’ve been meaning to talk about those with you. Doesn’t have to be right now if you’re not up for it.”

Matching the more serious air, the sergal moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. “Might as well, while they’re on the mind. Better to talk about whatever we need than let it stew.”

Nodding back, the jackal sighed. “First off, thank you so much for even letting me do them in the first place. But I think I’m done with them.”

Blinking, Parin canted his head. “After only like… six or seven? It’s only been a month since we started.”

“Simply put, I achieved what I set out to do. In order for you to have a physical reaction of arousal without satisfying your necrophilia, you need rather intense and impractical stimuli. You weren’t kidding when you said it was obligate. And not that I had a bad time, actually thank you for your teasing me the first few times to really show that I could do almost anything I wanted to you. While I like the power, I need to know that my husband is also enjoying it. And I just proved you weren’t. I know you like to see me happy too, but it would just quickly turn into a ‘doing it for the sake of doing it’ thing. I wouldn’t truly enjoy it, and you wouldn’t truly enjoy it. Better to just call it off.”

Standing, the dark furred woman took the bathrobe off the chair and donned it, moving to sit on the edge of the bed while Parin tracked her with… not a somber expression, but forlorn. She reached out and stroked his back, “Don’t beat yourself up, I knew full well what your sex life entailed before marrying you. I thought I could just get some hookups and flings, or find a hidden weakness or something. I was the stubborn one here, not you. So before the mood sinks any further, go ahead. I’ll let you get a nice big ‘I told you so’ in on me.”

Parin’s expression however, continued to drop. Ears fully folding, gaze lowering, back hunching. “Oh. Okay.”

A slight huff of attempted bemusement from the jackal. “What, are you actually bummed out to not be a sub?”

Clearly forcing a bit of a smile back, Parin flicked his eyes up for only moment before they settled back on the sheets. “No, not that. Just… I dunno.” He sighed, staring ahead in a look of defeat. “I guess I still had a little hope.” Then, much quieter under his breath, “Not that it would undo anything.”

Now it was Katie’s turn to tilt her head with a little ‘hmm?’

Shaking his head, Parin leaned his shoulder to hers. “I want to have sex with you, I really do. I can tell that you’re frustrated. I know you tried clubs, apps, prostitutes… You want me. But because you can’t have me like that, you only want me more. It’s unfair. And I can’t even do anything about it.” His brow furrowed, a slight venom spat subtly under his next words. “I can’t even fuck my own wife.”

Taking a deep breath, Katie made a low hum on the exhale as she wrapped an arm around her sergal. “I love you, Parin. I know that sentiment is hard for you, but having that will to try is what makes me love you even more. The fact you let me tie you up all those nights is precisely why I’m not force feeding you viagra and riding you until your hips break.”

A snort from the sergal. “Well, at this rate you might have to.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not going to wreck your cardiovascular system just to get off. Besides, whatever we do, it shouldn’t be forced or artificial. I want whatever solution we arrive to, to be just us.”

“You say that like there is a solution. After just proving there isn’t.” Parin said quietly. “Don’t get my hopes up again.”

“There’s always a solution out there. But it might be just ‘we don’t have sex’. Not an ideal one, but one regardless. Look before this goes any further, not being able to fuck me does not reduce my love for you in the slightest. Honestly, this relationship has just gone to show how terrible all my other ones were. Just propped up by sex and infatuation, instead of actual care and love. You shouldn’t be upset at your own sexuality because I can’t get with you. You’re not a sextoy, Parin. You’re my husband, and you’re the perfect one. There is more to life than sex, and I want to spend my life with you.”

Closing his eyes, rolling his head back, he took his own deep breath. Before nodding, slowly breaking open into a faint grin with slowly rising ears. “Thank you, Katie. Truly. It might seem silly, but I really needed to hear that.”

Squeezing Parin into a sidelong hug, Katie softly giggled as she nuzzled his neck fluff. “Of course. It’s never silly. I can’t let my bright and bubbly boi get all mopey on me, can I? Next thing I know, you’ll be wearing all black and doc martins.”

That got a genuine chuckle from the sergal, a tension lost as he leaned into the hug and returned it. “You would be SO jealous how hot I was in my goth phase. I’ll need to go find some old photos after this. I kept most of my fishnets, but I had sooo many belts back then.”

“Oh, *please* do. I have to see that.”

“Also don’t forget that you can tell me to eat you out.” Parin snuck in at the end, making Katie’s jaws pause open as her eyes slightly widened.

“Ah, right.”

“When I said ‘don’t ask for it too much’, I didn’t mean ‘never ask for it’.” Parin said, chuckling slightly as energy returned to him.

“Heh, yeah, I know. Just… you already do so much for me. Cook, clean-“

Rising off the mattress, Parin giving a tall stretch with a little shake to his hips that travelled through his body to end in a tail flick as he left the bedroom. “That’s it, I’m making you cunnilingus-coupons.”

As the door closed and Katie was left alone on the bed, she groaned and fell back onto the sheets. “Of course the one man that deserves a blowjob is the only one I can’t give one to.”

—

It was with a rather smug air that Katie returned home from work, the shady-furred jackal proudly sauntering up to the small home office. Parin’s tail was easily visible through the doorway, at the computer no doubt. Entering, he just had time to take the headphones off and start smiling before she slammed her hand down on the desk. Lifting it, a small stack of cards was revealed. As the woman stood back to haughtily cross her arms over her chest, Parin took the cards with a look of curiosity. 

Fifteen in total, on good stiff stock, with fine gold printing and an embossed edge, it was simple thing. ‘This card permits my husband, Parin, to redeem any act of oral deemed fit at any moment.’ The sergal held the cards, unable to resist the quick snort of amusement. “I guess you took offense to my coupons being just folded up paper, huh?” He shuffled them, spinning the desk chair to fully face her, smiles shared now. “Quite a few, too. You, uh, know I can’t use them, right?”

“Course you can silly!” Katie said while leaning down to playfully tug at one of the orangish sergal’s cheeks. “It may not be sexy, but I do at least want to have some level of intimacy. You don’t have to get off on it, but maybe just keeping your soft cock warm in my throat would be a good way to end the day? A warm wash for your balls? Or maybe a relaxing rimjob after a long day at the office? Always meant to get a little more experience with those. It’s anything oral. If it involves my mouth, you can use that. We’ll see how long it takes for you to use those and then I decide when the renew period should be.”

Ears perking, Parin stood with a bright grin. “Oh, bet?” Then he promptly handed a card to her. “I’d like to redeem one, please.”

Katie blinked, losing the upper hand fast. Faintly reddening with ears canting in fluster, she chuckled lightly. “Alright, well if you’re going to ask about rimming that fast, I do need you to go clean yourself beforehand.”

Shaking his head, Parin only puckered his lips. “Nah, I want a kiss.”

Stuck processing for just a moment, Katie just put her hands on her hips and gave giggling sigh. “You are such a dork.”

“Mhm. Now, smooch time.” Parin said with outstretched arms.

The dark jackal plucked the card from his hand before pocketing it, and had no other choice but to meet his embrace.

—

“I think we need to print a new set of cards now that we have hindsight.” Parin said, only a slight bit of taut creaking from his shiny black sleeves and stockings as he folded his arms behind his head. Laid out on the couch, his gaze turned from the tv to the wife also laid out on the cushions. Just constrained to the half that held the sergal’s lower body. And also being face down. With her cheeks bloated with heavy sergal balls. As a limp shaft lay over her snout.

Parin had to chuckle as his words pulled the jackal from her blissful stupor, zoned out with cock and one of their favorite shows playing across from them. She needed to turn her head a bit, but could easily see the screen if need be. Of course, that got waylaid by finally getting a moment to appreciate her husband’s manhood, relishing a chance to sate her dream’s desires. 

She gave a muffled ‘hmm?’ and tried to raise a brow at him from her lower spot. 

He shrugged, smiling with not a smugness, but a soft warmth of finally being able to provide for his wife. “You gave me coupons to redeem your mouth, yet you beg to suck my balls when I get home anyways now that its on the table. I should have given you general oral coupons, either for me going down on you or you going down on me.”

Rolling her eyes before popping the orbs out of her mouth, she moved to prop her muzzle up on a palm. “I don’t think I have ever met a guy trying to limit the amount of times my mouth can be on their junk. You are a strange one, Parin.”

Holding his hands up defensively, the sergal chuckled. “Hey, I’m not complaining. Just because I don’t cum from it doesn’t mean I mind it. It is pretty relaxing, honestly. But for the whole week you’ve pretty much spent all your time home warming my cock or polishing my balls. I know you’re making up for lost time with my junk, but I don’t want this to replace any other activity we can do together. I bet you haven’t even been paying attention to the new episode? How am I supposed to trash talk the writing when I’m the only one watching?”

“Parin, I’m not going to apologize for swallowing your nuts. But, I do see your point. No, this won’t permanently replace things like game night and our dinners. Just… fuck, I needed this so bad. I just need to get it out of my system. Or get you in my system, I guess. Fulfilling a dream, even if halfway, is still fulfilling a dream.” Softly spoke the dark furred woman, long pointed ears gently flicking in joy.

“I mean, I told you that you could still suck me and stuff when you tried while we were dating. I didn’t mean to totally break all physical contact when telling you that I didn’t feel pleasure from it. I’d have invited you to worship to your heart’s content if I knew it would put you into cock withdrawals.”

Rolling her eyes, “Ugh, it’s not a withdrawal. It’s just a… desperate need after being without it for so long. Fuck, alright you got me there. It’s not like I’ve been celibate since we married though! I just see you as the green grass beyond the fence. And you know what? It *is* greener. Just don’t think of me as a slut for it.”

Brows kinking, Parin leaned up a bit to place his hands lovingly on Katie’s cheeks. “Katie, I would never think low of you for something like that.”

Blushing at the touch, as if she wasn’t just gargling his balls, Katie sighed. “You don’t need to pretend, I know your thoughts on women, even if you save it for fuckmeat. Just keep it to yourself, alright?”

Recoiling, Parin waved his hands. “Woah, woah, woah. And what might my thoughts be?”

“Do you really want me to repeat the whole ‘just holes’ things I overhear? Look, misogyny isn’t entirely uncommon. You’ve done good enough to show that you respect me as a person, so-“

Palms up flat, Parin shook his head. “Hold on. Let me think how to word this. Or at least remember how my therapist phrased it. Okay, so I do have some thoughts on women. But I need to clarify that I see women and fuckmeat as two different things. Fuckmeat is dead. They literally are just holes for me to ruin. I do have expectations I subconsciously put on women, though. Not to be sluts, mind you, but to just… enjoy themselves. I hate sexually repressed women.”

Deciding it was high time to stop speaking to her husband from between his legs, Katie got up and leaned on the backrest. “That’s an oddly specific subgroup to hate.”

Parin was clearly contemplating for a moment, rubbing his chin and pulling tail up to gently wring. “Okay, so. You know how I was thought to be purely a bottom growing up?” A quick nod from the jackal. “Once that thought was put into place, I might as well have been a daughter instead of a son. Nothing too creepy mind you, but I was urged to lean into femininity. Instead of being taught how to pound, it was how to take. Obviously nothing about middle and high school relationships are perfect or well thought out, but it was a factor in those too. Just, all the people I was with made it seem like being a girly receiver would help me fit into it better. ‘Make it feel better’. But knowing what I do now, it’s no surprise to say that it never felt better.”

Falling back to the armrest with a long exhale, Parin formulated his next words. “It started as hating girls just because it did feel better for them. They could actually get pleasure from it, while I couldn’t. No matter how much I emulated them, it was still just… nothing. Then it was hating the girls that hated sex. They had the ability to actually feel good, and they refused it? They had what I didn’t, and scorned it? I just wanted to strangle them for wasting their gift, for throwing away something I coveted.”

A small smirk from the sergal, before he continued. “I guess those were formative years in more ways than one. Just, I do feel that way about them, but please know that I will put more emphasis on how the individual acts rather than some silly notion I got as a kid. And you? Nothing but respect. You are one of the most amazing, genuine, lovely people I have ever met. With that, so what if you’re a slut? I’m a slut. And as I just explained, I’d be more upset if you were some hyper-modest puritan. And even then, it wouldn’t be enough to make me think less of you.”

Katie had to blink. That was… oddly understandable? “So… all of your misogyny is from jealousy? Hell, that’s a better reason than most. At least your ‘hate’ is based a bit more on personal choice than who we’re born as.”

Now it was Parin’s turn to blink. Before covering his face with his hands. “Goddamnit, three fucking years of therapy just for ‘jealousy’ to sum it up perfectly… Fuck.”

Warmly giggling, the shady furred woman moved to lay alongside her sergal and hold the bigger man gently. “Well, that was a very enlightening conversation. Thank you for being honest. Though I have to ask… why are you still girly after figuring out you’re a necrophile?”

Peeking his eyes out of his fingers, “Beyond being used to it? My ass looks *great* in booty shorts and skirts.”

“I mean, did you ever think about actually being a girl? That’s pretty easy to do nowadays.”

Lowering his hands to instead lean his head against his wife, Parin shook it. “Nah. Not for me. Nothing against it, but I didn’t want to be a girl, I wanted to feel good. I have that, and now I look good too. I have everything I need, perfect wife included.”

“Well hey, I think you look great in latex now too.”

“I love you.” Simply spoke the sergal.

“…Did you say it took three years of therapy to not realize it was just jealousy?”

Sighing but with a smile, Parin clicked his tongue. “That wasn’t the main topic of the therapy.”

“Oh?”

“Another time.”

Katie’s eyes narrowed, “I will know your secrets, boi.”

A playful snort. “Short version is that killing people has a bit of a toll if you’re not a sociopath.”

Suddenly less cheeky, the jackal went still. “Ah. Yeah. I remember my first.”

“Mhm.” Came the quiet response, before a long period of silence. A lighthearted bout of jazz hands came from the sergal, awkwardly smiling. “Shared trauma, yaaaay~ So, uh… how about dinner?”

Standing up, perhaps a bit too quickly and practically jumping off the couch to a stiff standing posture, Katie spun to look at him. Ears firmly perked, tail kept in check, the jackal was feeling the awkwardness too. “Sounds great! Burgers?”

Suddenly standing beside her with only a faint thwap of his cock slapping his thigh, Parin beamed. “Coming right up!”

—

Tapping the pen to her chin, Katie hummed with thought. Looking down at the notebook, she regarded her notes. And mostly ignored the thudding from the ceiling above, choosing to only have one side of her headphones on. She didn’t entirely like to be reminded that her husband was pounding a corpse into next week, but she did like knowing he was nearby. Knowing he was happy. And judging from just how loudly he was calling this new fuckmeat a worthless cunt, he was very happy.

Kicking her feet up onto the coffee table, the jackal debated turning the couch into her bed for the night and retiring early while falling sleep to a low budget movie. A sigh as she set the book on her lap and let her head fall back to look at the ceiling, seeing that barely perceptible movement in the light fixture of the eager sergal boi going to town one floor up. The notes were ideas, plans, activities. Some work related, some personal, some for her and Parin. Reminders for her job, grocery lists, things that might get Parin hard. All of those last ones were crossed out already. She liked to physically write her thoughts down still, felt closer to making them real instead of just text on a screen.

Clicking the pen idly, she looked back down at the lined paper. Well, it was pretty much official that she had failed to pull Parin into her sex life. She could get some personal time with his dick in her mouth, but it wasn’t with the intent to cum. She would use that memory to get release of course, but it was still not true sex. She had been staring at her Parin-idea page ever since he took the bedroom to utterly destroy the fuckmeat’s holes, not a single item added. It was time to admit defeat. She just had no idea what defeat meant. The jackal would be hard pressed to say she was unfulfilled, but there was a longing that still demanded she take action.

Shaking her muzzle, the woman flipped a few pages back to the work section. Might as review upcoming experiments or other biopolymer ideas. It was like something just clicked, a flash of divine inspiration. She might not be able to pull her husband to her sex life, but she might be able to insert herself into his. Punctuated by a rapid increase to the above thudding and screamed words of derogatory bliss, Katie scribbled furiously. Nothing concrete, she would need to see if anything she had planned was even feasible, but it could work in concept. It was time to test a full body spread of biopolymer. Turns out, it might actually be more of a ‘pet’ project than she realized.

She wrote and read long into the hours, planned and organized, stopping just before the brutal plapping that shook the walls. Both slept peacefully that night.