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", "writing": "A Quantum of Entanglements\n==========================\n\nCaught in a Quantum Well\n------------------------\n\nTheir joint cries of passion continued to echo through the extensive\nunderground complex until their lungs had no more breath to give.\n\nWhen two bundles of protons in the nearby accelerator annililated each\nother after having been accelerated to near light speed by its magnetic\nfields in opposing directions, they disintegrated into a bright\nnanoscopic firework of sub-atomar particles. In the case of protons,\nthis firework only lasted for nanoseconds.\n\nNot so for the two canine lovers: They shared a sensational and\nemotional high the wolf would later remember not to have experienced\nbefore in his life, and the coyotess likewise later being hard-pressed\nto name an experience that would rival this first wild, passion-driven\nunion with her new lupine lover.\n\nEvery thrust, every twist of their joint hips brought on a new wave of\nintense, burning pleasure, reducing their respective perception of the\nworld solely to the other.\n\nThis intensely bright halo of sensations continued for what appeared\nlike an eternity to the two lovers, the only measure for the passing of\ntime being hammering heartbeat and ragged breathing. When the most\nintense waves of pleasure had washed over them, the wolf released his\nmaw’s hold on the coyotess’ neck scruff. He settled for a more\ncomfortable position lying against the back of his lover, pulling her\ninto a loose embrace. [Thomas]{}instinctively accommodated the\nnecessities the specific fashion of canine intimacy dictated.\n\nAs the pair tried to find a comfortable position to enjoy the cozy\nwarmth of their shared afterglow, she inadvertently pulled and squeezed\nagainst the wolf’s knot. While this sent a shiver up her spine, she\nheard [Thomas]{}utter a few barely suppressed whimpers. She had expected\ntheir mating to be a rather close fit; for her, this was not an issue at\nall. She felt gloriously fulfilled, both emotionally and (for the time\nbeing) physically. To capitalize on the delightful quivers she\nexperienced each time she shifted and wiggled against [Thomas]{}, she\nkept moving on purpose, forcing the wolf to adjust his position behind\nher again and again.\n\nFor [Thomas]{}however, the tie seemed to be less enjoyable than for\n[Samantha]{}. While her antics had a certain stimulating effect on him,\nthe literal soreness he could already feel from the airtight grip the\ncoyotess held on him was soon dominating his own afterglow experience.\nWhatever discomfort the throes of passion had overridden when he had\ntried and succeeded to claim her was now taking its toll on the wolf’s\nsensitive private parts. To keep his trickstress from squirming any\nfurther, he nipped at her neck scruff with a low warning growl and\ntightened his embrace, pulling her snugly against himself, his arms\ncrossed over her chest, paws resting on her breasts. This drew a\nstartled yelp from the smaller canine, both from the rather surprising\nchange in the demeanor of the otherwise rather subdued wolf, and the\nsudden stimulating effect in the most sensitive regions deep within her\nnether regions. Surprised by this sudden display of dominance, she\nstopped her teasing and yielded - for now.\n\nIt would still be a while before the two would be able to go separate\nways again. Words would have time until then. While [Thomas]{}was\ncontent with resting his head between the coyotess’ ears and actually\ndoze off, [Samantha]{}used the idle time to contemplate the less than\ntwo days that had passed since she had met the wolf at her back for the\nfirst time.\n\nHe had shown her unexpected kindness, and had gone out of his way to\nbrighten her mood. He had not pressed his luck when she had confided in\nhim, proving to be a patient and understanding listener. When he had\ninadvertently given himself as a Christmas present to her and the\ntrickstress in her had decided to reciprocate in the only obvious way,\nhe had proven to be an inexperienced, but eager-to-please lover.\n\nThe way he had behaved during their heated coupling had brought forth\nanother side in the wolf, as well: It seemed that still waters could\nactually be deep. The way he had snarled, how he had bitten her neck\nscruff when he had knotted her (she did feel the welts of his passionate\nbite), how he had just growled at her - this held the promise of an\nexciting future for this love affair.\n\nA future she was certain they would share, the way she currently felt -\ncomfy and at peace - in the embrace of her sleeping lover. In contrast\nto him, she didn’t doze off, but enjoyed the passing minutes quietly,\nlistening to the wolf’s calm breathing and the soothing rhythm of his\nheartbeat.\n\nAfter some time, she felt the tie between loosen far enough so she would\nbe able to slip away, had it not been for the sleeping wolf still\nholding her in an intimate embrace. With some regret, she twisted her\nhead upwards and lightly licked over the side of his snout.\n\n*“Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to take care of work.”*\n\nNot only to take care of their night shift duties, few as they were\nconsidering they were proverbially speaking burning the midnight oil.\nBut a particle accelerator didn’t take care of itself and required\nregular supervision. And there was the issue of cleaning up the\nworkspace area. And themselves, as well. Besides, [Samantha]{}felt she\nneeded some time for herself to contemplate what had transpired over the\nlast - a look at a wall clock later - hour and a half?\n\n[Thomas]{}hadn’t stirred yet. A few more insistent licks on behalf of\nthe coyotess drew a groan from the wolf; only a wet lick over his\nnosepad managed to draw him out of his peaceful slumber.\n\n*“Time to get to work, Mr. Glorified Electrician.”*\n\nWith a wink, she added: *“You might want to clean up a bit before,\nthough.”*\n\n*“Mmmmhmmmm ... do we really have to?”*\n\nShe poked his ribs with an elbow.\n\n*“Yes, silly! The nice people paying our salaries actually expect us to\ndo something for them. And considering how we’ve just interpreted the\nlocal code of conduct here, I’d say we better get to it! Now get moving,\npup. But gently, please.”*\n\nOn that, [Thomas]{}slowly started pushing the coyotess away, taking care\nnot to cause her discomfort. As they separated, both experienced final\nbut brief surge of excitement. When the wolf was about to resume the\nfamiliar pattern of motion from about an hour past, she batted him on\nthe snout before turning around: *“Shoo, pup, shoo!”*\n\nWith a sly grin, [Thomas]{}started collecting his clothes: *“Was worth a\ntry! My round will take longer today, the day-shift guys put some\nadditional checks on my to-do list. Some temperature sensors in the\nhelium coolant system are acting up again.”*\n\nThe coyotess also busied herself with getting presentable again:\n*“Alright! I’ll be in the main control room and review the last batch of\nexperiment results. Let’s meet back here afterwards, OK? Would be a\nshame to get your dinner go to waste.”*\n\nAnd so they went their separate ways to take care of their duties.\n\n[Thomas]{}’ round for the night did indeed take him longer than\nanticipated; he had to replace two temperature sensor boards, requiring\nan additional trip through the accelerator’s tunnel system to the\nnearest workshop area, a few kilometers down the accelerator ring. It\nwas tedious work, but not requiring his full attention. So he found his\nthoughts constantly drifting back to the coyotess he had shared a\nbreath-taking, not to say mind-blowing Christmas night with so far.\n\nShe had led him gently, but firmly through his first mating, going to\ngreat lengths to make sure his experiences would be something to\nremember for the rest of his life. He was immensely grateful for that,\ndetermined to show the coyotess his deep gratitude for the affection.\nHer way of guiding him had also been underlined by a palpable aura of\ndominance. Lacking experience with canine females concerning rituals of\ncourtship, it was difficult for him to decide how to react. Maybe she\nwould appreciate if he would take the initiative, as spontaneously as\nshe had done when she had made herself his Christmas present?\n\nMeanwhile, [Samantha]{}fell back into her old habit to focus on her work\nto distract herself from her emotions. This time, her habit didn’t\nmanage to achieve that for very long. She couldn’t stop herself from\nthinking about [Thomas]{}. She had trusted precious few others\nthroughout her life, and even those she would trust enough to share\nintimacy with had never managed to get to her the way [Thomas]{}had. She\nhad intuitively trusted him after he had shown her genuine kindness, a\ntrust he had not failed to earn so far. He had not hesitated to follow\nher lead in turn when they had gotten intimate. Her previous partners\nhad all been a lot more experienced than him, but none of them had\nmanaged to gain her personal trust like he had. During their\nlove-making, he had proven to be a quick learner, but she had been\nsurprised to find a subdued, but nonetheless pronounced dominant side in\nhim.\n\nAfter her foster parents had given her a new purpose in life, she had\nalways strived to be in control, being determined to never let anyone or\nanything tell her how to live her life. This character trait had also\nbecome part of her sexual relationships, and had never failed to ensure\nboth her comfort and her enjoyment of said relationships. With\n[Thomas]{}however, she was not sure how to proceed: If her\nfalling-in-love - and she absolutely certain that was what was happening\nto her - was to evolve in a real relationship, she would have to grant\nhim some measure of control over her own life.\n\nThe question now was how much control [Thomas]{}would be willing to give\nher over his own life in return. Even if the coyotess had more\nexperience in these matters than the wolf, she was at a loss as to how\nshe was to act - and react - to the instinctive willingness to trust him\nthat had asserted itself in addition to the wild mix of emotions she\nfelt since their first kiss.\n\nEventually, [Thomas]{}returned to the workshop area both had made their\ntemporary home for this night shift. He found the coyotess\nabsent-mindedly studying what seemed to be accelerator configurations\nfor an experiment run.\n\nIt was not difficult for the wolf to discern that [Samantha]{}was\npreoccupied, not being able - or not wanting to - pay too much\nattention. So the offer to have the Christmas dinner that had been cut\nshort before while they were preoccupied with each other was not\ndifficult to accept.\n\nThe next hour was spent with delicious food and drinks, idle\nconversation and the occasional heart-felt laugh. Neither of the two\nwanted to - and dared to in [Thomas]{}’ case - press the other on the\ntopic of what would come next.\n\nWith about eight hours left for their second shared night shift, the\ncoyotess began to feel the effects of their passionate encounter, her\ntiredness being amplified by the delicious meal she had just shared with\nthe wolf. The experiment runs for the night were another set of routine\nconfigurations, and it would be a while before the next set of results\nwould require her attention.\n\nAfter a long yawn that put her needle-sharp teeth on display, she\nadressed the wolf: *“Would you mind if I take a break for a while and\ncatch up on some sleep?”* With a wink, she added: *“You already had your\nbreak for today. Give me an hour, but no longer than two, then be so\nkind to wake me up. It’ll be time for me to look at the next batch of\nexperiment results by then.”*\n\nHaving said that, the coyotess requisitioned two pillows and a blaknet.\nGetting rid of trousers and pullover, she laid herself to rest and had\nfallen asleep not a minute later.\n\nWith his duties taken care of, this left [Thomas]{}to ponder the\nunexpected turn of events that had taken the two from being\nnear-complete strangers to burning passion in less than a day. Before he\nhad time to delve deeper into the depths of his own innate uncertainties\nand the effect the coyotess’ unique ways had on him, the smaller canine\nbegan to shift and turn in her sleep.\n\nThe specific nature of her dream was not difficult to discern. The way\nher breathing quickened, her paws began to roam her own body and the way\nshe moved around, she seemed to relive an intimate encounter. Which\nspecific one revealed itself almost immediately, as she called out\n[Thomas]{}’ name. Though she was technically not actually calling for\nhim, the wolf was more than inclined to heed the call in some way.\nSmiling to himself as it became obvious that he must have had quite some\neffect on the coyotess, he silently moved over to where she was\nsleeping. Laying down on his stomach, he settled into a comfortable\nposition to watch [Samantha]{}, taking care not to disturb her.\n\nHer dream seemed to unfold with unabated intensity; if anything, her\nsubconscious movements and articulations were becoming more urgent.\nThis, the wolf realized, had started as soon as he had situated himself\ncloser to her. She had managed to even managed to kick off the blanket\nin the meantime, leaving her exposed in her undergarments. Again, she\ncalled out his name. Had she been awake, the coyotess would have been\nimpressed by his trickster-inspired interpretation of circumstances. He\nslowly crawled closer to her, aligning himself next to her and softly\nputting his head on her stomach. The moment the underside of his muzzle\ntouched her belly, the coyotess’ movements became a little calmer, her\narticulations more subdued.\n\n[Thomas]{}would have been content to rest like that, but fate seemed to\nhave other plans. The coyotess seemed to become aware of the wolf’s\npresence in her sleep, which helped along nicely to prompt her to act\nout her dream in the real world. Before the startled wolf had time to\nreact, [Samantha]{}grabbed his head by both his ears. An amazing feat\nconsidering she was asleep, but even without visual cues her hearing and\ntactile sensing seemed to be highly precise.\n\nUnsure at what to do, [Thomas]{}was hard-pressed to suppress a yelp and\nwhimpers as the coyotess started tugging at his ears. This insecurity -\nand the discomfort of being blindly guided by not necessarily gentle\npulling on one’s ears - were quickly forgotten as the obviously intended\ndestination became obvious. Taking care to move his own body with the\ndirection [Samantha]{}pulled his head towards, his snout was moved away\nfrom coyotess’ stomach and towards her hips. With audible moans and\nmumbling something unintelligible, [Samantha]{}guided [Thomas]{}’ snout\ndown from her navel, only slightly spreading open her legs, but stopping\njust above where her stomach fur gave way to the finer, creamy-white\ncoat that led to the sweet spot the wolf remembered acutely well from\ntheir earlier mating.\n\nThere it was again: The alluring scent of the desert after a rainfall,\nof exotic flowers blossoming where there would otherwise only be endless\nsand. Any inhibitions the wolf had up until then were washed away as\nthis sweet scent tickled his nostrils, making his blood boil and\nrekindling the fire of passion that had burned within him hot and bright\nfor the first time not long ago.\n\n[Thomas]{}, being spontaneous, decided then and there that\n[Samantha]{}’s dream-induced state of passion could use some - external\nstimulation. Taking care not to stir the coyotess from her sleep, he\ncarefully moved his head further backwards, trailing the source of the\nalluring scent. During his south-bound movement, [Thomas]{}ever so\nslowly pulled off the coyotess’ panties. [Samantha]{}didn’t let go of\nhis ears, but gave him enough slack to situate his snout between the\ncoyotess’ upper legs. When he had managed to rest his head comfortably\nbetween her thighs, he slowly started moving forward, carefully\nmeasuring both his motions and his breathing. A predator stalking the\nmost alluring prey, he stopped less than a paw toe’s width away from his\nmark. His whiskers tickling the insides of her thighs, the coyotess had\ninstinctively responded by arching her back a little and spreading her\nlegs further.\n\nThis gave the wolf an opening: Enchanted by smell and sight, he gave the\ncoyotess’ mound a single, slow and tender lick from bottom to top. The\neffect on the still sleeping coyotess was instantaneous. Akin to\nreceiving an electric shock, her body tensed as she bucked against the\ntouch of the wolf’s tongue. This seemed to intensify her dream a lot:\nAgain, she proved to have nimble paws even in her sleep as she renewed\nher hold on the [Thomas]{}’ head, this time taking hold of his neck\nscruff. She pulled him towards her; with an *oomph*, the wolf found\nhimself firmly trapped between the coyotess’ thighs, his nosepad resting\ndirectly on her mound.\n\nNo further incentive was needed from there on. [Thomas]{}caressed her\nwith a further slow licks, picking up the pace as he realized that\n[Samantha]{}responded in a way that could only mean she liked what he\ndid. A lot, in fact: She practically shoved his snout forward now,\nbucking and squirming, moaning loudly. Had the wolf had more experience\nat this point, he would have recognized the tell-tale signs of a climax\nhe rapidly worked the coyotess towards. But as it was, [Thomas]{}was\nlost in his own world dominated by the smell, taste and touch of the\ncoyotess, oblivious to anything else.\n\n[Samantha]{}’s dream, stimulated by [Thomas]{}’ eager ministrations, at\nthis point literally reached its own climax: Gasping for air, she woke\non the first wave of an orgasm. Which was cut short almost instantly\nwhen she realized someone was close to her - very close in fact. Only\nhalf awake and not able to discern between dream and reality, her\nreflexes kicked in. The obvious reflex would have been to get away from\nwhatever danger she perceived close by; but practice in self-defence had\ningrained a different reaction in her: *If you can subdue the danger,\nyou have the initiative.*\n\nSo she acted accordingly: Rolling to the side while wrapping her legs\naround whoever was already situated in-between them, she got her\nperceived assailant into a strangle-hold. Only when she came to a stop\nafter her roll, she realized who she had subdued.\n\n*“[Thomas]{}!?!”*\n\nThe stunned wolf had not been able to react when the coyotess had\nsubdued him, entranced as he was by the female charms of the smaller\ncanid. Awkwardly trapped between [Samantha]{}’s legs, his snout was\nfirmly pressed shut by both inner thighs, one arm trapped underneath the\ncoyotess, the other flailing around helplessly.\n\n*“Hrrrnggnnnnfff!”*\n\nAs the combined rush of endorphines and adrenaline from both her dream\nand her sudden awakening subsided a little, [Samantha]{}quickly realized\nwhat had been going on and why her dream had ended in such a “climatic”\nway. So instead of letting [Thomas]{}go, she held her strangle-hold,\nonly moving around a little so she could look the still stunned wolf in\nthe eyes. He looked back at her wide-eyed, even trembling a little. He\nseemed to be perfectly aware that he had overstepped his privileges, but\nhe was obviously not sure what this new situation would have in store\nfor him. As an idea formed in her mind that held promise to shape up to\nsomething really interesting, she “tsk-tsk”-ed the wolf:\n\n*“[Thomas]{}Richter, you little scoundrel! You had to get into my pants\nfor a second helping, hm?”*\n\nLooking at her pleadingly, [Thomas]{}tried to convince to let him up:\n*“Plssse, ltt mi go ... hnrf!”*\n\nThe coyotess was not inclined to do so; on the contrary, her idea\ninvolved keeping the wolf entangled for some time: *“Getting back in my\npants without asking nicely? That got you directly to the top of my\nnaughty list, mister!”*\n\nShe didn’t manage to suppress a small smile at his alarmed look: *“You\nknow what happens to naughty pups, don’t you? I guess I need to teach\nyou about the virtues of self-control. Considering you have decided to\nskip ahead a few steps in intimacy, I need to get you up to speed\nnow...”*\n\nWith the toothy grin she now displayed, [Thomas]{}’ eyes had gone even\nwider: *“Well, technically it was me who encouraged you. So let me\npropose you something: If you’ll let me teach you about self-control and\ngo through with the lesson, I will make sure that you won’t regret it.\nIf you want me to stop, you can tell me at any time. So ... deal?”*\n\nThe wolf seemed unsure, as he tried to splay his ears by reflex and\naverted his eyes. So she teased him a little more: *“Have I given you\nany reason not to trust me? And if I remember correctly, you did enjoy\nyourself quite a lot so far.”*\n\nUpon hearing this, [Thomas]{}again looked directly at her. Since she\nstill showed no sign of letting him go, he nodded to show his consent.\n\n*“Good pup! Now for the rules: If you want me to stop, shake your head\nthree times. As for that sneaky tongue of yours: That will remain inside\nthat cute snout of yours as long as the lesson is on, understood? And\nfirst and foremost: You will keep your paws where I can see them; or\nbetter, I will keep them so that they won’t roam on their own.”*\n\nThat drew a confused look from [Thomas]{}. *“I will give you a bit of\nslack to move. The sweater and shirt come off. Then put your arms behind\nyour back.”*\n\nShe relaxed her strangle-hold just enough for [Thomas]{}to move both of\nhis arms again. When he briefly hesitated to follow [Samantha]{}’s\ninstructions, she ever so slightly tightened her hold on him again.\n\n*”Go on! We won’t go anywhere otherwise!”*\n\nThis time, he wolf complied, struggling to take off both his sweater and\nshirt. As soon as he had crossed his arms behind his back,\n[Samantha]{}quickly tied them together using his scarf that still lay\nnearby amongst her clothes.\n\n*“I will let you up now, OK? Tag along, pup!”*\n\nBefore he could ask her what was going to happen, she had firmly grabbed\nhis muzzle to hold it shut, tapping his nosepad with a claw: *“Shush\nnow! I told you this tongue of yours is going to stay inside your snout\nuntil further notice.”*\n\nShe led the confused wolf to a nearby chair. Like all the furniture in\nthe workshop they had spent most of their shared night shift in, it was\nsturdily built workshop equipment. To accomodate long-time use, it had a\ncomfortable back rest.\n\nGuiding him to the chair, she gently but firmly pushed him into it.\n\n*“Sit and stay, pup!”*\n\nShe undid her makeshift restraints and guided the wolf’s arms around the\nback rest, to which she nimbly tied him up again.\n\nWhen [Thomas]{}realized he was neatly tied up, doubt got the better of\nhim: *“[Samantha]{}, is this...?”* But before he could speak further,\nthe coyotess had already grabbed his muzzle again, silencing him\nmid-sentence: *“Didn’t we agree on ’Not a word out of you’, pup? That\nwon’t do like this.”* Looking around, the coyotess began rummaging\nthrough the drawers of the closest work bench. Her ears perked up as she\nfound a suitable remedy: Pulling out a bundle of cable ties, she set to\nwrapping two of these around [Thomas]{}’ snout, pulling them into a snug\nfit. The wolf’s eyes went wide in surprise as he suddenly found himself\nunable to open his maw any more. [Samantha]{}kissed him on the bridge of\nhis nose before flashing him another toothy smile: *“There, that is\nbetter. Are you comfortable?”*\n\n[Thomas]{}confirmed with a nod. [Samantha]{}got another chair, placing\nit right in front of [Thomas]{}, sitting down face-to-face with the\nbound wolf. Fixing her gaze on him, she let silence hang between them.\nThe longer [Thomas]{}found himself under the coyotess’ unwavering stare,\nthe more nervous he got. Fidgeting under her scrutiny, he finally\naverted his eyes, lowering his ears.\n\nThis drew a mirthful laugh from her. She softly turned the wolf’s head\nback towards her by the snout. *“[Thomas]{}, look at me. I love you,\npup. You are one of very few I have let get close to me. And I mean\nreally close. I need you, no ... I want you to trust me the same way.\nYou decided to skip ahead quite a few steps in intimate matters,\nhowever. I have encouraged this, I know. But overstepping your honey pot\nprivileges just won’t do! If you want our relationship to be really\nrewarding, you need to learn patience and restraint, no matter how much\ntemptation there may be. Speaking of which...”*\n\nShe shifted her chair as close as she could to the wolf, embracing him\nfrom her sitting stance. Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear:\n*“You will enjoy yourself all the more if you are patient and willing to\nbear with me.”*\n\nThere was a voice in the back of [Thomas]{}’ head that had frantically\nprompted him to resist when the coyotess had subdued him. Another part\nof him had an even harder time trying to find a rational explanation how\nhe had ended up bound and gagged by a woman that had been a complete\nstranger to him not even a day ago. Until he had met [Samantha]{}, he\nhad rarely been susceptible to spontaneity. Now, he was in head over\ntail, experiencing a passionate love affair akin to a fever dream.\n\nHis internal contemplation was cut short when the coyotess kissed him\npassionately, one of her paw sliding between his legs to grope him\npossessively. Doing his best to return the kiss with his tied muzzle, he\nbarely realized that the coyotess was already busy unbuckling his belt\nand unbuttoning his pants. He obediently tried to stand when\n[Samantha]{}pulled him upwards, only to once again having both his pants\nand underwear pulled down before he was able to prevent it.\n\nWith a sly grin, the coyotess admired her handiwork: *“That is already\nmuch better. Now, let us find out how well you can control yourself,\nshall we?”*\n\nVery much aware of his vulnerable position, [Thomas]{}’ face assumed a\npleading look while he uttered a pitiful whine, and pulling his legs\ntogether.\n\n*“Are you still afraid? You don’t need to be, you know that.”*\n\nBowing down, she softly grabbed his chin and turned his head so he had\nto look her directly in the eyes: *“Do you want me to stop? I will not\ngo further if you don’t want me to.”*\n\nHis heart pounding, [Thomas]{}held [Samantha]{}’s questioning gaze. He\ngrew calmer as the coyotess once again reassured him; finally, he shook\nhis head once.\n\nSo he was not going back off now. [Thomas]{}had appeared to be shy and\nreserved most of the time, until he had ventured too close to the honey\npot, and had promptly fallen into it, head over tail. Being a wolf,\n[Samantha]{}would have expected him to be more outwardly dominant, even\nif tempered by his rather subdued character. On the contrary: He had\nbacked away each time she had shown dominance herself, no matter if it\nhad been intentional or not.\n\nShe preferred to see eye-to-eye with her lovers, for it was both her\nexperience and her belief this was the best way to ensure both partners\nin a relationship would benefit equally. Taking the lead was nothing she\nwould hesitate to do, but having a lover who would take the initiative\nin - well, taking her - was among the most exciting and enjoyable\naspects of her love life.\n\nBesides and more importantly, she did not want [Thomas]{}to simply\nsubmit to her, willingly or not, just because his character’s\npreposition would likely prompt him to do so.\n\nShe would have to entice him to overcome his natural inhibitions if he\nwas to see eye-to-eye with her as well. Fortunately, she already had a\npretty good idea how to do that: Nothing motivated a male more than\nlust, and need would only serve to fuel this motivated even further. A\nneed that - with proper and purposeful guidance - was sure to turn his\nburning, feverish desire for her towards more tempered and controlled,\nbut no less passionate love.\n\nShe watched her consenting captive while weighing her options on how to\nproceed. A kind smile that had found its way on her muzzle while doing\nso turned into a fang-baring grin as it dawned on her how she could\nensure [Thomas]{}would listen to and remember what she would have to\ntell and teach during the remainder of their seclusive night shift.\n\nThe gradual change in [Samantha]{}’s facial expression did not go\nunnoticed: The bound wolf fidgeted slightly under the coyotess’\ninvestigative look, his ears gradually folding back, his own glance\nmaking every effort to avoid looking the trickstress in the eye.\n\nAs if the visual cues were not enough, she could hear the wolf’s heart\nbeating faster the longer she regarded him without speaking or acting.\nHis smell betrayed the mixture of subdued fear, anxiety and excitement\n[Thomas]{}was quite obviously experiencing momentarily.\n\nExcitement was what she wanted him to feel, but fear and anxiety were\nemotions that were not helpful for what she had in mind. On the\ncontrary, he needed to be *“encouraged”* to exhibit visible cues of\narousal for her idea to work in the first place. As it seemed, this\nmeant some encouragement was in order: A literal paws-on lesson in\nreturn for his last, quite insistent attempt to get back under her tail.\n\n[Thomas]{}’ muzzle and hand-paws were already conveniently entangled. As\nfor his legs, she still needed to assure her wolf would be propely kept\nin suspense.\n\nSo she started foraging for adequate means to fully secure [Thomas]{}to\nhis seating furniture. A few cursory inspections of various drawers\nlater she had found appropriate accessories: A pawful of Velcro\nfasteners, as well as set of reusable zip ties. Intent on not giving\n[Thomas]{}all too obvious hints as to what she was up to, she stashed\naway the fasteners in one of her coat’s pockets while her back was\nturned towards him. Upon returning to where he was still seated, she\ncaught him - head tilted, nose slightly trembling - obviously trying to\ndiscern by sound and smell what sight could not tell him. Well, he was\nabout to find out first-paw.\n\n*“As to our first lesson of tonight: The value of trust. I trust you\nwill reciprocate? You have explored my ... quantum well - and got caught\nin it. Now I get to explore yours.”*\n\nGuiding attention is one of the most important instruments of a\ntrickstresses’ trade. While she slowly approached the larger canine, she\nmade sure that his attention was focused away from her ultimate goal.\nInstead, she flashed him a sultry smile - and started to unbutton her\nblouse - to keep the focus of the mesmerized male away from himself and\nhis own nether regions. And it worked beautifully. As she approached\nhim, slowly lowering herself down on her knees to get in better range of\nher actual objective, he didn’t notice her paw that slipped out of his\nfield of view towards his crotch.\n\nHe jumped as if hit by an electric shock as her index finger claw\ntouched the sensitive fur right above his sheath, flinching as she\npressed down into the skin underneath, slowly dragging her claw around\nthe pouch that hid the prize she was looking for from view.\n\nShe felt him shiver under her light touch. enjoying the effect she had\non a larger predator maybe a tiny bit too much. Still this did little to\nattenuate her own excitement: Having her newly found lover tied up and\nstripped naked at her whim - and consenting at that - was an exciting\nprospect, one that sent stimulating shivers down her spine.\n\nHe would have to relax before she would be able to realize what she had\nin mind; and for [Thomas]{}’ benefit, she was determined to grant him\nhis share of pleasure in addition to keeping him on the edge of his\nseat. Speaking of which: Her idea did require [Thomas]{}to literally be\nleft on the edge of his seat, precisely to deny him leverage. To get him\nwhere she wanted him to be, she needed to give him a good reason to\nadjust his stance, while nudging him into keeping his legs apart.\n\nShe started with a kiss - with [Thomas]{}being muzzled, a truly deep\nkiss was not to be. She went for gentle kisses on the bridge and sides\nof his snout instead. The wolf visibly relished this form of attention,\nleaning into the coyotess’ teasingly light kisses, shifting his own\nstance to said edge of the seat as [Samantha]{}lured him forward. When\nshe had him where he was supposed to be, she used one paw to grab his\nchin, steadying his head to have him look straight at her. Her other paw\nsought out his chest, slowly stroking the fluff of his winter pelt\nbefore moving further down his stomach and beyond. She timed a kiss just\nbelow his nosepad to coincide with the first barely perceptible brush\nover his sheath.\n\nThis did wonders for [Thomas]{}’ comfort level. Relaxing visibly, he\ndidn’t seem to mind the coyotess’ attention to his own quantum well at\nall. As [Samantha]{}’s paw continued to roam about the wolf’s nether\nregions with increasing intensity, his breathing quickened. A usually\nwell-hidden part of the wolf’s private parts did make an appearance -\nthe opening the coyotess had been waiting for. Breaking her kiss, she\nstarted moving lower, nibbling along the wolf’s neck and nipping at his\nchest fur. [Thomas]{}’ ears perked up as he realized what the smaller\ncanine was about to do - a special treat he had briefly been able to\nenjoy during their earlier passionate coupling was obviously up for a\nsecond round. His expectations were not falling short - a barely\nsuppressed whine escaped him despite the coyotess’ earlier friendly\nwarning to remain silent as her silken tongue slowly passed over the tip\nof his member that poked out of his sheath. Eyes half lidded and tail\ncurling up against the small of his back, [Thomas]{}’ was in a state of\ndeep bliss. The world around him disappeared in a brief whiteout as her\nlips sealed around his member - his already intense state of arousal\nspiking to new heights as his rapidly stiffening phallus repeatedly sunk\ninto the depths of [Samantha]{}’s muzzle, only to be exposed to cool air\nagain when she pulled back her head in excrutiatingly slow motions.\n\nShe somehow managed to keep him in an extended state of almost-full\narousal, his knot still remaining within his sheath - but he didn’t mind\nthat she dragged out his pleasure this way in the least. [Samantha]{}was\nseemingly intent on taking over all the necessary physical action, so\ninstead of him thrusting forward in harmony with the up and down of her\nsnout, he remained in place - just as the coyotess wanted him to. He was\nso entangled in ethereal sensations that he didn’t notice the coyotess’\nfree-roaming paws wrapping two Velcro straps around the scarf tying his\nhands together and fixing the resulting loop around the back rest of the\nchair he was seated on. Nor did he mind as her paws felt their way first\ndown his left, then his right leg - wrapping more Velcro straps around\nthem directly above his ankles and knees respectively. Had he been more\naware of his surroundings, the nimbleness of [Samantha]{}’s handiwork\nwhile firmly tying him to his chair would clearly have impressed him.\n\nAs it was, he didn’t consciously notice being effectively immobilized:\nPaws lifted off the ground, pawpads resting against the chair’s legs -\nknees tied away to the side, leaving him seated with his legs spread to\nboth sides. At this point, the coyotess switched her tactic. Instead of\ntreating the wolf’s meanwhile raging erection with merely light licks\nand touches, she now afforded him deep, drawn-out motions up and down\nhis entire length.\n\nThis change of method, if not pace - the coyotess deliberately kept up\nher slow, agonizingly teasing cadence - did neither go unnoticed by\n[Thomas]{}, nor did it leave him unaffected. He had a hard time thinking\nclearly, however: Higher reasoning was currently put on hold, given his\nnear-ecstatic state of mind. His member was engulfed in his lover’s\nmuzzle as she deep-throated his full length in one moment, and given\nsensuous licks as she pulled away from him. The smaller canine had an\nuncanny ability to find and exploit the most sensitive spots on his\nalmost fully engorged member, managing to keep him near the edge of an\norgasm without permitting him release. His knot had fully formed in the\nmeantime, with him desperately trying to find release, but failing to.\nHad the two lovers been engaged in another heat-filled and passionate\nunion as their first one only a short while ago, he would have been\ndesperately straining to tie his companion at this point, long and deep\nthrusts turning into short but powerful jolts that would have caused her\nvaginal muscles to milk him for every last drop of essence he had to\ngive.\n\n[Thomas]{}’ drew in a sharp gasp, eyes flying open, as something\nsqueezed the very base of his knot without warning. While the unexpected\nsensation was not really painful, it shook him out of his ecstatic\nreverie far enough to notice the clear difference in texture - a pair of\nmore coarse and unyielding, yet not entirely unpleasant surfaces joined\nthe feeling of silken smoothness that still danced around the tip of his\nhead. Alternating between squeezing and slow circling, it kept the\nhapless wolf distracted from what [Samantha]{}’s other paw had fished\nout of her pocket in the meantime.\n\nHer muzzle breaking contact with the wolf’s tip, one paw kept squeezing\nand massaging the base of his knot. In another feat of coyotic\nnimbleness, her maws closed around one end of the zip tie, while she got\nhold of its other end with her free paw, threading the zip tie into a\nwide loop literally underneath the wolf’s muzzle. A sly grin baring her\nfangs, she maneuvered the zip tie carefully over the still unsuspecting\nmale’s member. Squeezing tight and pulling up, she exposed the base of\n[Thomas]{}’ knot. In a swift motion, she pulled the zip tie taut. Taking\ncare not to pull it too tight not to cut off the blood flow through her\nlover’s proudly engorged organ, she still pulled it tight enough to keep\nit from retreating back into his sheath in absence of further ...\nencouraging sensations.\n\nThe sudden constraint pinching his most vulnerable spot, together with\nthe high-pitched rasping sound the zip tie produced as it was pulled\ntaut, was a rather sudden wake-up call for the wolf. One moment, he had\nstill found himself in Nirvana - experiencing a seemingly never-ending\nbliss brought on by the coyotess’ silken tongue, soft lips and nimble\nfingers. The next moment, all that remained was the raving,\nall-consuming need to finally find release: [Samantha]{}had kept him on\nthe edge of an orgasm for so long that the raw physical urge of reaching\nhis peak was the only need on his mind.\n\nEyes flying open abruptly, ears perking up and an indignified muffled\nyelp escaping his tied muzzle, he was instantly brought back to reality.\nInstinct took over as [Thomas]{}tried to wiggle free, only to find both\nhis arms and legs were securely tied to the chair, allowing him nothing\nbut minuscule movements even when straining against the Velcro strips\n[Samantha]{}had tied around ankles and knees as well as around the scarf\nholding his wrists bound together. He quickly ceased struggling against\nthe bonds [Samantha]{}had expertedly wound around his extremities. His\nsight quickly focused on the coyotess who had stepped back to observe\nthe result of her oeuvre - enjoying the sight of the larger predator now\nbeing completely at her mercy. The longer she let her own gaze roam over\nhis naked form, no words breaking the silence, the less certain\n[Thomas]{}became on what her intentions for him might be - his posture,\nupright and tense after realizing how his smaller lover had ensnared\nhim, began to slack. His ears folding back, whiskers twitching\noccasionally - breath quickening, swallowing heavily at times. His\ntongue, barely able to squeeze through the small gap between his jaws,\nattempting to lick his dry nose.\n\nYet she smiled at him - not the ravenous kind of smile she had displayed\nat earlier occasions, but a a kind, reassuring one that did not display\nher needle-sharp teeth, but instead wrinkled her snout adorably.\n\n*“I see I have your full attention. Now that we can be certain you’re\nnot going anywhere you’re not supposed to go, we can really get started\nwith your actual lesson for the evening.”*\n\nFinding oneself completely immobilized and tied up against a sturdy\nworking chair, stripped of every shred of clothing and left with a\nraging erection counted as nothing more than ... foreplay? [Thomas]{}had\nheard tales about his lover’s kind, their alleged affinity for mischief\n- if not for outright trickery. He couldn’t possibly have imagined to\nexperience this affinity first-paw. Well, not until ending up like he\ndid just now, at least. Technically, he had consented, and still was\nconsenting - nothing she had done to him ... well, for him would be a\nmore fitting description ... had shown any sign of ill intent. She was\nvery fond of teasing and tantalizing, that much had become blatlantly\nobvious over the last few minutes. Just how deep this fondness would go\nwas a secret he would yet need to uncover - as far as uncovering went,\nthe coyotess had a huge head start at the moment.\n\nWhile [Thomas]{}was still busy wondering what the real lesson might\nentail, [Samantha]{}had wandered back to the work benches set along the\nwalls of the workshop, inspecting the various tools and electronic\ncomponents scattered about, the fairy lights and the microcontroller the\nwolf had used earlier this evening as part of his private impromptu\nChristmas party amongst them. Smiling, she picked up the small case that\nhoused the electronics of [Thomas]{}’ improvised circuitry, balancing it\non top of her pawpad as she made her way back to her voluntary captive.\n\n*“The Christmas party you’ve thrown together for me was the cutest,\nkindest thing anyone has done for me in a long time - and you were the\nbest Christmas present I could have wished for. But - ”* - and she\ntapped his nosepad with her index finger’s claw - *“ I am my own\ncoyotess. I certainly won’t mind these eager paws and this cute snout of\nyours to roam freely where they please to go, as long as you have my\npermission.”*\n\nShe leaned in close, whispering into his ear: *“When trust, patience,\nattention and self-control go together, the result is *very* enjoyable\nwhen it comes to the - spicy matters of our shared life. You trust me,\nand I am very sure that I have your attention. As for patience and\nself-control, we will have to bring you up to speed. We’ll be\nfast-tracking your ... education, since you seemed to be very **eager**\nfor more spiciness.”*\n\nHer words did capture [Thomas]{}’ attention - if not words alone, the\npaw lightly brushing against his exposed malehood as she drew away from\nhim was most certainly enough to ensure eyes, ears and nose all focused\non her in unison.\n\n*“You stay put, pup - I’ll see what I remember from my time at the maker\nspace in the meantime.”*\n\nSeeing him stiffen - his seating posture, that is - she looked him over\none last time before turning towards one of the work benches to begin\nher handiwork: *“You didn’t expect me to give only paws-on lessons all\nnight, did you?”*\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Quantum of Entanglements
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Caught in a Quantum Well
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Their joint cries of passion continued to echo through the extensive
underground complex until their lungs had no more breath to give.

When two bundles of protons in the nearby accelerator annililated each
other after having been accelerated to near light speed by its magnetic
fields in opposing directions, they disintegrated into a bright
nanoscopic firework of sub-atomar particles. In the case of protons,
this firework only lasted for nanoseconds.

Not so for the two canine lovers: They shared a sensational and
emotional high the wolf would later remember not to have experienced
before in his life, and the coyotess likewise later being hard-pressed
to name an experience that would rival this first wild, passion-driven
union with her new lupine lover.

Every thrust, every twist of their joint hips brought on a new wave of
intense, burning pleasure, reducing their respective perception of the
world solely to the other.

This intensely bright halo of sensations continued for what appeared
like an eternity to the two lovers, the only measure for the passing of
time being hammering heartbeat and ragged breathing. When the most
intense waves of pleasure had washed over them, the wolf released his
maw’s hold on the coyotess’ neck scruff. He settled for a more
comfortable position lying against the back of his lover, pulling her
into a loose embrace. [Thomas]{}instinctively accommodated the
necessities the specific fashion of canine intimacy dictated.

As the pair tried to find a comfortable position to enjoy the cozy
warmth of their shared afterglow, she inadvertently pulled and squeezed
against the wolf’s knot. While this sent a shiver up her spine, she
heard [Thomas]{}utter a few barely suppressed whimpers. She had expected
their mating to be a rather close fit; for her, this was not an issue at
all. She felt gloriously fulfilled, both emotionally and (for the time
being) physically. To capitalize on the delightful quivers she
experienced each time she shifted and wiggled against [Thomas]{}, she
kept moving on purpose, forcing the wolf to adjust his position behind
her again and again.

For [Thomas]{}however, the tie seemed to be less enjoyable than for
[Samantha]{}. While her antics had a certain stimulating effect on him,
the literal soreness he could already feel from the airtight grip the
coyotess held on him was soon dominating his own afterglow experience.
Whatever discomfort the throes of passion had overridden when he had
tried and succeeded to claim her was now taking its toll on the wolf’s
sensitive private parts. To keep his trickstress from squirming any
further, he nipped at her neck scruff with a low warning growl and
tightened his embrace, pulling her snugly against himself, his arms
crossed over her chest, paws resting on her breasts. This drew a
startled yelp from the smaller canine, both from the rather surprising
change in the demeanor of the otherwise rather subdued wolf, and the
sudden stimulating effect in the most sensitive regions deep within her
nether regions. Surprised by this sudden display of dominance, she
stopped her teasing and yielded - for now.

It would still be a while before the two would be able to go separate
ways again. Words would have time until then. While [Thomas]{}was
content with resting his head between the coyotess’ ears and actually
doze off, [Samantha]{}used the idle time to contemplate the less than
two days that had passed since she had met the wolf at her back for the
first time.

He had shown her unexpected kindness, and had gone out of his way to
brighten her mood. He had not pressed his luck when she had confided in
him, proving to be a patient and understanding listener. When he had
inadvertently given himself as a Christmas present to her and the
trickstress in her had decided to reciprocate in the only obvious way,
he had proven to be an inexperienced, but eager-to-please lover.

The way he had behaved during their heated coupling had brought forth
another side in the wolf, as well: It seemed that still waters could
actually be deep. The way he had snarled, how he had bitten her neck
scruff when he had knotted her (she did feel the welts of his passionate
bite), how he had just growled at her - this held the promise of an
exciting future for this love affair.

A future she was certain they would share, the way she currently felt -
comfy and at peace - in the embrace of her sleeping lover. In contrast
to him, she didn’t doze off, but enjoyed the passing minutes quietly,
listening to the wolf’s calm breathing and the soothing rhythm of his
heartbeat.

After some time, she felt the tie between loosen far enough so she would
be able to slip away, had it not been for the sleeping wolf still
holding her in an intimate embrace. With some regret, she twisted her
head upwards and lightly licked over the side of his snout.

*“Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to take care of work.”*

Not only to take care of their night shift duties, few as they were
considering they were proverbially speaking burning the midnight oil.
But a particle accelerator didn’t take care of itself and required
regular supervision. And there was the issue of cleaning up the
workspace area. And themselves, as well. Besides, [Samantha]{}felt she
needed some time for herself to contemplate what had transpired over the
last - a look at a wall clock later - hour and a half?

[Thomas]{}hadn’t stirred yet. A few more insistent licks on behalf of
the coyotess drew a groan from the wolf; only a wet lick over his
nosepad managed to draw him out of his peaceful slumber.

*“Time to get to work, Mr. Glorified Electrician.”*

With a wink, she added: *“You might want to clean up a bit before,
though.”*

*“Mmmmhmmmm ... do we really have to?”*

She poked his ribs with an elbow.

*“Yes, silly! The nice people paying our salaries actually expect us to
do something for them. And considering how we’ve just interpreted the
local code of conduct here, I’d say we better get to it! Now get moving,
pup. But gently, please.”*

On that, [Thomas]{}slowly started pushing the coyotess away, taking care
not to cause her discomfort. As they separated, both experienced final
but brief surge of excitement. When the wolf was about to resume the
familiar pattern of motion from about an hour past, she batted him on
the snout before turning around: *“Shoo, pup, shoo!”*

With a sly grin, [Thomas]{}started collecting his clothes: *“Was worth a
try! My round will take longer today, the day-shift guys put some
additional checks on my to-do list. Some temperature sensors in the
helium coolant system are acting up again.”*

The coyotess also busied herself with getting presentable again:
*“Alright! I’ll be in the main control room and review the last batch of
experiment results. Let’s meet back here afterwards, OK? Would be a
shame to get your dinner go to waste.”*

And so they went their separate ways to take care of their duties.

[Thomas]{}’ round for the night did indeed take him longer than
anticipated; he had to replace two temperature sensor boards, requiring
an additional trip through the accelerator’s tunnel system to the
nearest workshop area, a few kilometers down the accelerator ring. It
was tedious work, but not requiring his full attention. So he found his
thoughts constantly drifting back to the coyotess he had shared a
breath-taking, not to say mind-blowing Christmas night with so far.

She had led him gently, but firmly through his first mating, going to
great lengths to make sure his experiences would be something to
remember for the rest of his life. He was immensely grateful for that,
determined to show the coyotess his deep gratitude for the affection.
Her way of guiding him had also been underlined by a palpable aura of
dominance. Lacking experience with canine females concerning rituals of
courtship, it was difficult for him to decide how to react. Maybe she
would appreciate if he would take the initiative, as spontaneously as
she had done when she had made herself his Christmas present?

Meanwhile, [Samantha]{}fell back into her old habit to focus on her work
to distract herself from her emotions. This time, her habit didn’t
manage to achieve that for very long. She couldn’t stop herself from
thinking about [Thomas]{}. She had trusted precious few others
throughout her life, and even those she would trust enough to share
intimacy with had never managed to get to her the way [Thomas]{}had. She
had intuitively trusted him after he had shown her genuine kindness, a
trust he had not failed to earn so far. He had not hesitated to follow
her lead in turn when they had gotten intimate. Her previous partners
had all been a lot more experienced than him, but none of them had
managed to gain her personal trust like he had. During their
love-making, he had proven to be a quick learner, but she had been
surprised to find a subdued, but nonetheless pronounced dominant side in
him.

After her foster parents had given her a new purpose in life, she had
always strived to be in control, being determined to never let anyone or
anything tell her how to live her life. This character trait had also
become part of her sexual relationships, and had never failed to ensure
both her comfort and her enjoyment of said relationships. With
[Thomas]{}however, she was not sure how to proceed: If her
falling-in-love - and she absolutely certain that was what was happening
to her - was to evolve in a real relationship, she would have to grant
him some measure of control over her own life.

The question now was how much control [Thomas]{}would be willing to give
her over his own life in return. Even if the coyotess had more
experience in these matters than the wolf, she was at a loss as to how
she was to act - and react - to the instinctive willingness to trust him
that had asserted itself in addition to the wild mix of emotions she
felt since their first kiss.

Eventually, [Thomas]{}returned to the workshop area both had made their
temporary home for this night shift. He found the coyotess
absent-mindedly studying what seemed to be accelerator configurations
for an experiment run.

It was not difficult for the wolf to discern that [Samantha]{}was
preoccupied, not being able - or not wanting to - pay too much
attention. So the offer to have the Christmas dinner that had been cut
short before while they were preoccupied with each other was not
difficult to accept.

The next hour was spent with delicious food and drinks, idle
conversation and the occasional heart-felt laugh. Neither of the two
wanted to - and dared to in [Thomas]{}’ case - press the other on the
topic of what would come next.

With about eight hours left for their second shared night shift, the
coyotess began to feel the effects of their passionate encounter, her
tiredness being amplified by the delicious meal she had just shared with
the wolf. The experiment runs for the night were another set of routine
configurations, and it would be a while before the next set of results
would require her attention.

After a long yawn that put her needle-sharp teeth on display, she
adressed the wolf: *“Would you mind if I take a break for a while and
catch up on some sleep?”* With a wink, she added: *“You already had your
break for today. Give me an hour, but no longer than two, then be so
kind to wake me up. It’ll be time for me to look at the next batch of
experiment results by then.”*

Having said that, the coyotess requisitioned two pillows and a blaknet.
Getting rid of trousers and pullover, she laid herself to rest and had
fallen asleep not a minute later.

With his duties taken care of, this left [Thomas]{}to ponder the
unexpected turn of events that had taken the two from being
near-complete strangers to burning passion in less than a day. Before he
had time to delve deeper into the depths of his own innate uncertainties
and the effect the coyotess’ unique ways had on him, the smaller canine
began to shift and turn in her sleep.

The specific nature of her dream was not difficult to discern. The way
her breathing quickened, her paws began to roam her own body and the way
she moved around, she seemed to relive an intimate encounter. Which
specific one revealed itself almost immediately, as she called out
[Thomas]{}’ name. Though she was technically not actually calling for
him, the wolf was more than inclined to heed the call in some way.
Smiling to himself as it became obvious that he must have had quite some
effect on the coyotess, he silently moved over to where she was
sleeping. Laying down on his stomach, he settled into a comfortable
position to watch [Samantha]{}, taking care not to disturb her.

Her dream seemed to unfold with unabated intensity; if anything, her
subconscious movements and articulations were becoming more urgent.
This, the wolf realized, had started as soon as he had situated himself
closer to her. She had managed to even managed to kick off the blanket
in the meantime, leaving her exposed in her undergarments. Again, she
called out his name. Had she been awake, the coyotess would have been
impressed by his trickster-inspired interpretation of circumstances. He
slowly crawled closer to her, aligning himself next to her and softly
putting his head on her stomach. The moment the underside of his muzzle
touched her belly, the coyotess’ movements became a little calmer, her
articulations more subdued.

[Thomas]{}would have been content to rest like that, but fate seemed to
have other plans. The coyotess seemed to become aware of the wolf’s
presence in her sleep, which helped along nicely to prompt her to act
out her dream in the real world. Before the startled wolf had time to
react, [Samantha]{}grabbed his head by both his ears. An amazing feat
considering she was asleep, but even without visual cues her hearing and
tactile sensing seemed to be highly precise.

Unsure at what to do, [Thomas]{}was hard-pressed to suppress a yelp and
whimpers as the coyotess started tugging at his ears. This insecurity -
and the discomfort of being blindly guided by not necessarily gentle
pulling on one’s ears - were quickly forgotten as the obviously intended
destination became obvious. Taking care to move his own body with the
direction [Samantha]{}pulled his head towards, his snout was moved away
from coyotess’ stomach and towards her hips. With audible moans and
mumbling something unintelligible, [Samantha]{}guided [Thomas]{}’ snout
down from her navel, only slightly spreading open her legs, but stopping
just above where her stomach fur gave way to the finer, creamy-white
coat that led to the sweet spot the wolf remembered acutely well from
their earlier mating.

There it was again: The alluring scent of the desert after a rainfall,
of exotic flowers blossoming where there would otherwise only be endless
sand. Any inhibitions the wolf had up until then were washed away as
this sweet scent tickled his nostrils, making his blood boil and
rekindling the fire of passion that had burned within him hot and bright
for the first time not long ago.

[Thomas]{}, being spontaneous, decided then and there that
[Samantha]{}’s dream-induced state of passion could use some - external
stimulation. Taking care not to stir the coyotess from her sleep, he
carefully moved his head further backwards, trailing the source of the
alluring scent. During his south-bound movement, [Thomas]{}ever so
slowly pulled off the coyotess’ panties. [Samantha]{}didn’t let go of
his ears, but gave him enough slack to situate his snout between the
coyotess’ upper legs. When he had managed to rest his head comfortably
between her thighs, he slowly started moving forward, carefully
measuring both his motions and his breathing. A predator stalking the
most alluring prey, he stopped less than a paw toe’s width away from his
mark. His whiskers tickling the insides of her thighs, the coyotess had
instinctively responded by arching her back a little and spreading her
legs further.

This gave the wolf an opening: Enchanted by smell and sight, he gave the
coyotess’ mound a single, slow and tender lick from bottom to top. The
effect on the still sleeping coyotess was instantaneous. Akin to
receiving an electric shock, her body tensed as she bucked against the
touch of the wolf’s tongue. This seemed to intensify her dream a lot:
Again, she proved to have nimble paws even in her sleep as she renewed
her hold on the [Thomas]{}’ head, this time taking hold of his neck
scruff. She pulled him towards her; with an *oomph*, the wolf found
himself firmly trapped between the coyotess’ thighs, his nosepad resting
directly on her mound.

No further incentive was needed from there on. [Thomas]{}caressed her
with a further slow licks, picking up the pace as he realized that
[Samantha]{}responded in a way that could only mean she liked what he
did. A lot, in fact: She practically shoved his snout forward now,
bucking and squirming, moaning loudly. Had the wolf had more experience
at this point, he would have recognized the tell-tale signs of a climax
he rapidly worked the coyotess towards. But as it was, [Thomas]{}was
lost in his own world dominated by the smell, taste and touch of the
coyotess, oblivious to anything else.

[Samantha]{}’s dream, stimulated by [Thomas]{}’ eager ministrations, at
this point literally reached its own climax: Gasping for air, she woke
on the first wave of an orgasm. Which was cut short almost instantly
when she realized someone was close to her - very close in fact. Only
half awake and not able to discern between dream and reality, her
reflexes kicked in. The obvious reflex would have been to get away from
whatever danger she perceived close by; but practice in self-defence had
ingrained a different reaction in her: *If you can subdue the danger,
you have the initiative.*

So she acted accordingly: Rolling to the side while wrapping her legs
around whoever was already situated in-between them, she got her
perceived assailant into a strangle-hold. Only when she came to a stop
after her roll, she realized who she had subdued.

*“[Thomas]{}!?!”*

The stunned wolf had not been able to react when the coyotess had
subdued him, entranced as he was by the female charms of the smaller
canid. Awkwardly trapped between [Samantha]{}’s legs, his snout was
firmly pressed shut by both inner thighs, one arm trapped underneath the
coyotess, the other flailing around helplessly.

*“Hrrrnggnnnnfff!”*

As the combined rush of endorphines and adrenaline from both her dream
and her sudden awakening subsided a little, [Samantha]{}quickly realized
what had been going on and why her dream had ended in such a “climatic”
way. So instead of letting [Thomas]{}go, she held her strangle-hold,
only moving around a little so she could look the still stunned wolf in
the eyes. He looked back at her wide-eyed, even trembling a little. He
seemed to be perfectly aware that he had overstepped his privileges, but
he was obviously not sure what this new situation would have in store
for him. As an idea formed in her mind that held promise to shape up to
something really interesting, she “tsk-tsk”-ed the wolf:

*“[Thomas]{}Richter, you little scoundrel! You had to get into my pants
for a second helping, hm?”*

Looking at her pleadingly, [Thomas]{}tried to convince to let him up:
*“Plssse, ltt mi go ... hnrf!”*

The coyotess was not inclined to do so; on the contrary, her idea
involved keeping the wolf entangled for some time: *“Getting back in my
pants without asking nicely? That got you directly to the top of my
naughty list, mister!”*

She didn’t manage to suppress a small smile at his alarmed look: *“You
know what happens to naughty pups, don’t you? I guess I need to teach
you about the virtues of self-control. Considering you have decided to
skip ahead a few steps in intimacy, I need to get you up to speed
now...”*

With the toothy grin she now displayed, [Thomas]{}’ eyes had gone even
wider: *“Well, technically it was me who encouraged you. So let me
propose you something: If you’ll let me teach you about self-control and
go through with the lesson, I will make sure that you won’t regret it.
If you want me to stop, you can tell me at any time. So ... deal?”*

The wolf seemed unsure, as he tried to splay his ears by reflex and
averted his eyes. So she teased him a little more: *“Have I given you
any reason not to trust me? And if I remember correctly, you did enjoy
yourself quite a lot so far.”*

Upon hearing this, [Thomas]{}again looked directly at her. Since she
still showed no sign of letting him go, he nodded to show his consent.

*“Good pup! Now for the rules: If you want me to stop, shake your head
three times. As for that sneaky tongue of yours: That will remain inside
that cute snout of yours as long as the lesson is on, understood? And
first and foremost: You will keep your paws where I can see them; or
better, I will keep them so that they won’t roam on their own.”*

That drew a confused look from [Thomas]{}. *“I will give you a bit of
slack to move. The sweater and shirt come off. Then put your arms behind
your back.”*

She relaxed her strangle-hold just enough for [Thomas]{}to move both of
his arms again. When he briefly hesitated to follow [Samantha]{}’s
instructions, she ever so slightly tightened her hold on him again.

*”Go on! We won’t go anywhere otherwise!”*

This time, he wolf complied, struggling to take off both his sweater and
shirt. As soon as he had crossed his arms behind his back,
[Samantha]{}quickly tied them together using his scarf that still lay
nearby amongst her clothes.

*“I will let you up now, OK? Tag along, pup!”*

Before he could ask her what was going to happen, she had firmly grabbed
his muzzle to hold it shut, tapping his nosepad with a claw: *“Shush
now! I told you this tongue of yours is going to stay inside your snout
until further notice.”*

She led the confused wolf to a nearby chair. Like all the furniture in
the workshop they had spent most of their shared night shift in, it was
sturdily built workshop equipment. To accomodate long-time use, it had a
comfortable back rest.

Guiding him to the chair, she gently but firmly pushed him into it.

*“Sit and stay, pup!”*

She undid her makeshift restraints and guided the wolf’s arms around the
back rest, to which she nimbly tied him up again.

When [Thomas]{}realized he was neatly tied up, doubt got the better of
him: *“[Samantha]{}, is this...?”* But before he could speak further,
the coyotess had already grabbed his muzzle again, silencing him
mid-sentence: *“Didn’t we agree on ’Not a word out of you’, pup? That
won’t do like this.”* Looking around, the coyotess began rummaging
through the drawers of the closest work bench. Her ears perked up as she
found a suitable remedy: Pulling out a bundle of cable ties, she set to
wrapping two of these around [Thomas]{}’ snout, pulling them into a snug
fit. The wolf’s eyes went wide in surprise as he suddenly found himself
unable to open his maw any more. [Samantha]{}kissed him on the bridge of
his nose before flashing him another toothy smile: *“There, that is
better. Are you comfortable?”*

[Thomas]{}confirmed with a nod. [Samantha]{}got another chair, placing
it right in front of [Thomas]{}, sitting down face-to-face with the
bound wolf. Fixing her gaze on him, she let silence hang between them.
The longer [Thomas]{}found himself under the coyotess’ unwavering stare,
the more nervous he got. Fidgeting under her scrutiny, he finally
averted his eyes, lowering his ears.

This drew a mirthful laugh from her. She softly turned the wolf’s head
back towards her by the snout. *“[Thomas]{}, look at me. I love you,
pup. You are one of very few I have let get close to me. And I mean
really close. I need you, no ... I want you to trust me the same way.
You decided to skip ahead quite a few steps in intimate matters,
however. I have encouraged this, I know. But overstepping your honey pot
privileges just won’t do! If you want our relationship to be really
rewarding, you need to learn patience and restraint, no matter how much
temptation there may be. Speaking of which...”*

She shifted her chair as close as she could to the wolf, embracing him
from her sitting stance. Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear:
*“You will enjoy yourself all the more if you are patient and willing to
bear with me.”*

There was a voice in the back of [Thomas]{}’ head that had frantically
prompted him to resist when the coyotess had subdued him. Another part
of him had an even harder time trying to find a rational explanation how
he had ended up bound and gagged by a woman that had been a complete
stranger to him not even a day ago. Until he had met [Samantha]{}, he
had rarely been susceptible to spontaneity. Now, he was in head over
tail, experiencing a passionate love affair akin to a fever dream.

His internal contemplation was cut short when the coyotess kissed him
passionately, one of her paw sliding between his legs to grope him
possessively. Doing his best to return the kiss with his tied muzzle, he
barely realized that the coyotess was already busy unbuckling his belt
and unbuttoning his pants. He obediently tried to stand when
[Samantha]{}pulled him upwards, only to once again having both his pants
and underwear pulled down before he was able to prevent it.

With a sly grin, the coyotess admired her handiwork: *“That is already
much better. Now, let us find out how well you can control yourself,
shall we?”*

Very much aware of his vulnerable position, [Thomas]{}’ face assumed a
pleading look while he uttered a pitiful whine, and pulling his legs
together.

*“Are you still afraid? You don’t need to be, you know that.”*

Bowing down, she softly grabbed his chin and turned his head so he had
to look her directly in the eyes: *“Do you want me to stop? I will not
go further if you don’t want me to.”*

His heart pounding, [Thomas]{}held [Samantha]{}’s questioning gaze. He
grew calmer as the coyotess once again reassured him; finally, he shook
his head once.

So he was not going back off now. [Thomas]{}had appeared to be shy and
reserved most of the time, until he had ventured too close to the honey
pot, and had promptly fallen into it, head over tail. Being a wolf,
[Samantha]{}would have expected him to be more outwardly dominant, even
if tempered by his rather subdued character. On the contrary: He had
backed away each time she had shown dominance herself, no matter if it
had been intentional or not.

She preferred to see eye-to-eye with her lovers, for it was both her
experience and her belief this was the best way to ensure both partners
in a relationship would benefit equally. Taking the lead was nothing she
would hesitate to do, but having a lover who would take the initiative
in - well, taking her - was among the most exciting and enjoyable
aspects of her love life.

Besides and more importantly, she did not want [Thomas]{}to simply
submit to her, willingly or not, just because his character’s
preposition would likely prompt him to do so.

She would have to entice him to overcome his natural inhibitions if he
was to see eye-to-eye with her as well. Fortunately, she already had a
pretty good idea how to do that: Nothing motivated a male more than
lust, and need would only serve to fuel this motivated even further. A
need that - with proper and purposeful guidance - was sure to turn his
burning, feverish desire for her towards more tempered and controlled,
but no less passionate love.

She watched her consenting captive while weighing her options on how to
proceed. A kind smile that had found its way on her muzzle while doing
so turned into a fang-baring grin as it dawned on her how she could
ensure [Thomas]{}would listen to and remember what she would have to
tell and teach during the remainder of their seclusive night shift.

The gradual change in [Samantha]{}’s facial expression did not go
unnoticed: The bound wolf fidgeted slightly under the coyotess’
investigative look, his ears gradually folding back, his own glance
making every effort to avoid looking the trickstress in the eye.

As if the visual cues were not enough, she could hear the wolf’s heart
beating faster the longer she regarded him without speaking or acting.
His smell betrayed the mixture of subdued fear, anxiety and excitement
[Thomas]{}was quite obviously experiencing momentarily.

Excitement was what she wanted him to feel, but fear and anxiety were
emotions that were not helpful for what she had in mind. On the
contrary, he needed to be *“encouraged”* to exhibit visible cues of
arousal for her idea to work in the first place. As it seemed, this
meant some encouragement was in order: A literal paws-on lesson in
return for his last, quite insistent attempt to get back under her tail.

[Thomas]{}’ muzzle and hand-paws were already conveniently entangled. As
for his legs, she still needed to assure her wolf would be propely kept
in suspense.

So she started foraging for adequate means to fully secure [Thomas]{}to
his seating furniture. A few cursory inspections of various drawers
later she had found appropriate accessories: A pawful of Velcro
fasteners, as well as set of reusable zip ties. Intent on not giving
[Thomas]{}all too obvious hints as to what she was up to, she stashed
away the fasteners in one of her coat’s pockets while her back was
turned towards him. Upon returning to where he was still seated, she
caught him - head tilted, nose slightly trembling - obviously trying to
discern by sound and smell what sight could not tell him. Well, he was
about to find out first-paw.

*“As to our first lesson of tonight: The value of trust. I trust you
will reciprocate? You have explored my ... quantum well - and got caught
in it. Now I get to explore yours.”*

Guiding attention is one of the most important instruments of a
trickstresses’ trade. While she slowly approached the larger canine, she
made sure that his attention was focused away from her ultimate goal.
Instead, she flashed him a sultry smile - and started to unbutton her
blouse - to keep the focus of the mesmerized male away from himself and
his own nether regions. And it worked beautifully. As she approached
him, slowly lowering herself down on her knees to get in better range of
her actual objective, he didn’t notice her paw that slipped out of his
field of view towards his crotch.

He jumped as if hit by an electric shock as her index finger claw
touched the sensitive fur right above his sheath, flinching as she
pressed down into the skin underneath, slowly dragging her claw around
the pouch that hid the prize she was looking for from view.

She felt him shiver under her light touch. enjoying the effect she had
on a larger predator maybe a tiny bit too much. Still this did little to
attenuate her own excitement: Having her newly found lover tied up and
stripped naked at her whim - and consenting at that - was an exciting
prospect, one that sent stimulating shivers down her spine.

He would have to relax before she would be able to realize what she had
in mind; and for [Thomas]{}’ benefit, she was determined to grant him
his share of pleasure in addition to keeping him on the edge of his
seat. Speaking of which: Her idea did require [Thomas]{}to literally be
left on the edge of his seat, precisely to deny him leverage. To get him
where she wanted him to be, she needed to give him a good reason to
adjust his stance, while nudging him into keeping his legs apart.

She started with a kiss - with [Thomas]{}being muzzled, a truly deep
kiss was not to be. She went for gentle kisses on the bridge and sides
of his snout instead. The wolf visibly relished this form of attention,
leaning into the coyotess’ teasingly light kisses, shifting his own
stance to said edge of the seat as [Samantha]{}lured him forward. When
she had him where he was supposed to be, she used one paw to grab his
chin, steadying his head to have him look straight at her. Her other paw
sought out his chest, slowly stroking the fluff of his winter pelt
before moving further down his stomach and beyond. She timed a kiss just
below his nosepad to coincide with the first barely perceptible brush
over his sheath.

This did wonders for [Thomas]{}’ comfort level. Relaxing visibly, he
didn’t seem to mind the coyotess’ attention to his own quantum well at
all. As [Samantha]{}’s paw continued to roam about the wolf’s nether
regions with increasing intensity, his breathing quickened. A usually
well-hidden part of the wolf’s private parts did make an appearance -
the opening the coyotess had been waiting for. Breaking her kiss, she
started moving lower, nibbling along the wolf’s neck and nipping at his
chest fur. [Thomas]{}’ ears perked up as he realized what the smaller
canine was about to do - a special treat he had briefly been able to
enjoy during their earlier passionate coupling was obviously up for a
second round. His expectations were not falling short - a barely
suppressed whine escaped him despite the coyotess’ earlier friendly
warning to remain silent as her silken tongue slowly passed over the tip
of his member that poked out of his sheath. Eyes half lidded and tail
curling up against the small of his back, [Thomas]{}’ was in a state of
deep bliss. The world around him disappeared in a brief whiteout as her
lips sealed around his member - his already intense state of arousal
spiking to new heights as his rapidly stiffening phallus repeatedly sunk
into the depths of [Samantha]{}’s muzzle, only to be exposed to cool air
again when she pulled back her head in excrutiatingly slow motions.

She somehow managed to keep him in an extended state of almost-full
arousal, his knot still remaining within his sheath - but he didn’t mind
that she dragged out his pleasure this way in the least. [Samantha]{}was
seemingly intent on taking over all the necessary physical action, so
instead of him thrusting forward in harmony with the up and down of her
snout, he remained in place - just as the coyotess wanted him to. He was
so entangled in ethereal sensations that he didn’t notice the coyotess’
free-roaming paws wrapping two Velcro straps around the scarf tying his
hands together and fixing the resulting loop around the back rest of the
chair he was seated on. Nor did he mind as her paws felt their way first
down his left, then his right leg - wrapping more Velcro straps around
them directly above his ankles and knees respectively. Had he been more
aware of his surroundings, the nimbleness of [Samantha]{}’s handiwork
while firmly tying him to his chair would clearly have impressed him.

As it was, he didn’t consciously notice being effectively immobilized:
Paws lifted off the ground, pawpads resting against the chair’s legs -
knees tied away to the side, leaving him seated with his legs spread to
both sides. At this point, the coyotess switched her tactic. Instead of
treating the wolf’s meanwhile raging erection with merely light licks
and touches, she now afforded him deep, drawn-out motions up and down
his entire length.

This change of method, if not pace - the coyotess deliberately kept up
her slow, agonizingly teasing cadence - did neither go unnoticed by
[Thomas]{}, nor did it leave him unaffected. He had a hard time thinking
clearly, however: Higher reasoning was currently put on hold, given his
near-ecstatic state of mind. His member was engulfed in his lover’s
muzzle as she deep-throated his full length in one moment, and given
sensuous licks as she pulled away from him. The smaller canine had an
uncanny ability to find and exploit the most sensitive spots on his
almost fully engorged member, managing to keep him near the edge of an
orgasm without permitting him release. His knot had fully formed in the
meantime, with him desperately trying to find release, but failing to.
Had the two lovers been engaged in another heat-filled and passionate
union as their first one only a short while ago, he would have been
desperately straining to tie his companion at this point, long and deep
thrusts turning into short but powerful jolts that would have caused her
vaginal muscles to milk him for every last drop of essence he had to
give.

[Thomas]{}’ drew in a sharp gasp, eyes flying open, as something
squeezed the very base of his knot without warning. While the unexpected
sensation was not really painful, it shook him out of his ecstatic
reverie far enough to notice the clear difference in texture - a pair of
more coarse and unyielding, yet not entirely unpleasant surfaces joined
the feeling of silken smoothness that still danced around the tip of his
head. Alternating between squeezing and slow circling, it kept the
hapless wolf distracted from what [Samantha]{}’s other paw had fished
out of her pocket in the meantime.

Her muzzle breaking contact with the wolf’s tip, one paw kept squeezing
and massaging the base of his knot. In another feat of coyotic
nimbleness, her maws closed around one end of the zip tie, while she got
hold of its other end with her free paw, threading the zip tie into a
wide loop literally underneath the wolf’s muzzle. A sly grin baring her
fangs, she maneuvered the zip tie carefully over the still unsuspecting
male’s member. Squeezing tight and pulling up, she exposed the base of
[Thomas]{}’ knot. In a swift motion, she pulled the zip tie taut. Taking
care not to pull it too tight not to cut off the blood flow through her
lover’s proudly engorged organ, she still pulled it tight enough to keep
it from retreating back into his sheath in absence of further ...
encouraging sensations.

The sudden constraint pinching his most vulnerable spot, together with
the high-pitched rasping sound the zip tie produced as it was pulled
taut, was a rather sudden wake-up call for the wolf. One moment, he had
still found himself in Nirvana - experiencing a seemingly never-ending
bliss brought on by the coyotess’ silken tongue, soft lips and nimble
fingers. The next moment, all that remained was the raving,
all-consuming need to finally find release: [Samantha]{}had kept him on
the edge of an orgasm for so long that the raw physical urge of reaching
his peak was the only need on his mind.

Eyes flying open abruptly, ears perking up and an indignified muffled
yelp escaping his tied muzzle, he was instantly brought back to reality.
Instinct took over as [Thomas]{}tried to wiggle free, only to find both
his arms and legs were securely tied to the chair, allowing him nothing
but minuscule movements even when straining against the Velcro strips
[Samantha]{}had tied around ankles and knees as well as around the scarf
holding his wrists bound together. He quickly ceased struggling against
the bonds [Samantha]{}had expertedly wound around his extremities. His
sight quickly focused on the coyotess who had stepped back to observe
the result of her oeuvre - enjoying the sight of the larger predator now
being completely at her mercy. The longer she let her own gaze roam over
his naked form, no words breaking the silence, the less certain
[Thomas]{}became on what her intentions for him might be - his posture,
upright and tense after realizing how his smaller lover had ensnared
him, began to slack. His ears folding back, whiskers twitching
occasionally - breath quickening, swallowing heavily at times. His
tongue, barely able to squeeze through the small gap between his jaws,
attempting to lick his dry nose.

Yet she smiled at him - not the ravenous kind of smile she had displayed
at earlier occasions, but a a kind, reassuring one that did not display
her needle-sharp teeth, but instead wrinkled her snout adorably.

*“I see I have your full attention. Now that we can be certain you’re
not going anywhere you’re not supposed to go, we can really get started
with your actual lesson for the evening.”*

Finding oneself completely immobilized and tied up against a sturdy
working chair, stripped of every shred of clothing and left with a
raging erection counted as nothing more than ... foreplay? [Thomas]{}had
heard tales about his lover’s kind, their alleged affinity for mischief
- if not for outright trickery. He couldn’t possibly have imagined to
experience this affinity first-paw. Well, not until ending up like he
did just now, at least. Technically, he had consented, and still was
consenting - nothing she had done to him ... well, for him would be a
more fitting description ... had shown any sign of ill intent. She was
very fond of teasing and tantalizing, that much had become blatlantly
obvious over the last few minutes. Just how deep this fondness would go
was a secret he would yet need to uncover - as far as uncovering went,
the coyotess had a huge head start at the moment.

While [Thomas]{}was still busy wondering what the real lesson might
entail, [Samantha]{}had wandered back to the work benches set along the
walls of the workshop, inspecting the various tools and electronic
components scattered about, the fairy lights and the microcontroller the
wolf had used earlier this evening as part of his private impromptu
Christmas party amongst them. Smiling, she picked up the small case that
housed the electronics of [Thomas]{}’ improvised circuitry, balancing it
on top of her pawpad as she made her way back to her voluntary captive.

*“The Christmas party you’ve thrown together for me was the cutest,
kindest thing anyone has done for me in a long time - and you were the
best Christmas present I could have wished for. But - ”* - and she
tapped his nosepad with her index finger’s claw - *“ I am my own
coyotess. I certainly won’t mind these eager paws and this cute snout of
yours to roam freely where they please to go, as long as you have my
permission.”*

She leaned in close, whispering into his ear: *“When trust, patience,
attention and self-control go together, the result is *very* enjoyable
when it comes to the - spicy matters of our shared life. You trust me,
and I am very sure that I have your attention. As for patience and
self-control, we will have to bring you up to speed. We’ll be
fast-tracking your ... education, since you seemed to be very **eager**
for more spiciness.”*

Her words did capture [Thomas]{}’ attention - if not words alone, the
paw lightly brushing against his exposed malehood as she drew away from
him was most certainly enough to ensure eyes, ears and nose all focused
on her in unison.

*“You stay put, pup - I’ll see what I remember from my time at the maker
space in the meantime.”*

Seeing him stiffen - his seating posture, that is - she looked him over
one last time before turning towards one of the work benches to begin
her handiwork: *“You didn’t expect me to give only paws-on lessons all
night, did you?”*
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