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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Private Coaching\n\nBy Limewah\n\nSubscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (March 2024)\n\n18+\n\nYou might be wondering: what good's an acting class for someone like me? \n\nME? \n\nRiley Flamewill? One of the hottest, most sought after actors around? \n\nNo one cares about my acting ability anyway; everyone's too fixated on my gorgeous looks and my flowing tan Arcanine locks to give a shit. I could just phone every performance in!\n\nBut I don't do that. It'd be boring if I did.\n\nThere's two reasons why I do private coaching sessions.\n\nFirst, it's good publicity. It shows how serious I am to my craft. Keeping the instrument well tuned n' all that.\n\nSecond, it's a great alibi for my supervillainy. When I'm getting up to some hypnotic mischief as Enrapture, it's handy having someone who can vouch for me having been training with them the whole time.\n\nSometimes it's good to cycle out tutors. I was getting bored of the last one - they were starting to get weird about it. So I put out some feelers and found my latest `tutor' through a friend of a friend of a slave. Just from seeing the doggy's picture - a sandy furred Samoyed with a big friendly smile and sparkly blue eyes - I knew he was exactly the kind of pet I was looking for.\n\nWhen you give someone the opportunity to work one-on-one with a movie star, AND offer them a handsome sum to boot, they'll basically drop everything for you. Just as it was for this guy.\n\nI've taken the liberty of doing a little workout ahead of time, and skipping the shower, so my silky fur is oily and glistening, and my workout tank-top and shorts are practically clinging to me. I look at myself at the long mirror bolted on to the east side of the studio. The sweaty heat has made my hair even more curly and swirly than usual. And my scent's so thick you could practically see it distorting the air like a mirage. \n\n``He's here, Master,'' the voice in my earpiece says. My darling butler.... What's this one's name again? Egh, doesn't matter. \n\n``Let him in, you can guide him to the studio.''\n\nI do some lunges and stretches while I wait. I angle myself away from the door, just so I can do a coquettish look over my shoulder when he walks in. He's shorter and stockier than I expected, but I can tell he's got a nice, easy posture.\n\nHe's wearing jeans, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and a beanie. He's bare-pawed too, as he should be since the studio's still covered in a squishy exercise mat.\n\n``Oh, hello!'' I turn and fix him with a smile. ``You're early!''\n\n``Yeah, it's a force of habit. Hello!''\n\nHe starts to approach, probably to give me a handshake, and I catch him slowing down just a tiny bit once he gets in range of my musk.\n\nI can see his nose twitch from across the room, and his tail wagging twice before he becomes conscious of it and stops it.\n\nIt makes my bulge twitch, too. Oh, I'm going to ruin this puppy.\n\n``Nice to meet you, Beem,'' I say, grabbing his hand tightly and pulling him in for a friendly hug. I'm taller than him, tall enough that I can `accidentally' push his nose against my armpit. He loves my scent, why not give him some directly from the source, dank and thick? \n\nI hold him there for a little longer than is normal for a first hug, before letting him go. He looks dizzy already. Too easy.\n\n``H-happy to be here,'' he slurs. ``So, uh... yeah, I was gonna change real quick if that's okay? I'm pretty hands on with my work, we'll do some physical improv, some text work...''\n\n``Sounds delightful,'' I say. ``Why don't you tell me what you've got in mind?''\n\n``Yeah, I do a lot of devised work, theatre stuff - you probably know that - and I don't wanna get too stuck into text. I wanna help you act with your... full body...''\n\nHe's glancing at my whole body. That's intentional. I've taken the liberty of rolling my hips from side to side - to loosen them up, but really to waft some of my crotch musk up towards that sensitive doggy nose. He glances down at my visible bulge for a picosecond but it's doing the trick. His eyes are looking a little more dilated, now, too. The magic's working.\n\n``You can change here,'' I add. ``I don't mind.''\n\n``Oh, ah... heh, I'd feel a bit weird about-''\n\n``There's nothing weird about it at all, darling,'' I interrupt him, stepping forward to stroke my toeclaws along the top of his right footpaw. ``Like I said. I don't mind.''\n\nHe huffs, giggles nervously, and looks pretty sheepish.\n\n``I'd prefer to change elsewhere,'' he said, his tongue sticking out unconsciously as his grin widens into a grimace.\n\n``Why, so you can hide your erection?''\n\nHe stiffens and gulps, before laughing as the flesh under his fur turns crimson. I expect he's gonna deny it.\n\n``G-gah, sorry, it's that obvious, is it?''\n\n``Oh, you admit it~?'' I smirk, peeling down my shorts and letting my jockstrap slip into view. It's tight, sheer and shiny, with a little glittering spiral glued onto the front of it. ``Why don't you throw those clothes off and we'll hop right to it.''\n\n``To wh-what?'' Beem said, his face getting visibly slacker as he breathes in more of that musk.\n\n``To you huffing my body, of course,'' I say.\n\nI can see the whole journey on his face. When he got that first whiff, there was shock and confusion. My sharp, spicy musk is pretty disarming to begin with, after all. Not to mention delicious, and full of powerful pheromones. As more of it cakes those nasal receptors and pushes through the shortcut to their brain and gives the pleasure centres a good, long tickle before it trickles down their spine into their fingers, their toes... and whatever's between their legs. What's happening to me? They might ask themself. Why do I feel so good...? I want... more... I can't think... I want to... sniff... maybe lick, if he'll let me... \n\nFrom there, they're lost. Their gaze goes even glassier, their shoulders slump, their jaw hangs loose, and their mind is mine. They're, well... Enraptured.\n\nHe starts to sluggishly strip, panting from the horny heat that's coursing through him.\n\n``Good boooy~'' I giggle, reaching out to scritch under his chin. He whimpers and whines, practically draping himself against me. My other paw hikes up his shirt and rubs his big, soft belly, grabbing a fistful and making him giggle. ``Do you want more of my pit stink?''\n\n``Uh-huh...?'' he giggles. So I pull his face closer before lifting my arm and pulling him into a headlock. He starts to lick at my fur, grooming the underside. I didn't even have to ask him... \n\n``Nnnh, yeah, there we go~''\n\nI push my hips forward, making the tips of our bulges kiss as my hand travels from his belly to his wagging tail. I catch it and tug it, making him yip and rrorrrorrwrl with pleasure as he messily huffs and laps.\n\nOh, he's good. I bite on my lip and shiver. I can feel my legs wobbling a bit. He's gonna lick up every inch of me, and pickle his brain on my musk... he's gonna take to further brainwashing so well, I can already tell.\n\n``There's a good puppy,'' I growl, stroking down to his ass and giving it a grope. ``You wanna huff my bulge, next...?''\n\n``Mmnyeah...'' he mumbles, tickling the soft flesh of my underarm. I push him back, and he trips over his jeans around his ankles before falling back. I grab him by the wrist and step back, pulling him right down to the floor to bury his face in the indentations my feet have left on the mat. Along with the scent. I step on the back of his head and push him right down, letting him whimper and squirm.\n\n``My bulge is the last course,'' I taunt. ``You've gotta get a feel for the rest of me, first~''\n\nSpeaking of my bulge, I can see my pre's soaking right through the fabric. I make sure to step a bit forward so the droplets can land on the back of his head like little raindrops as he nuzzles and takes deeeeep whiffs of my paw-scent.\n\nMy foot slides down his cheek to scooch underneath his snout. He deserves a taste of the real thing, for the good job he's doing. \n\nBeem kisses my toes and his tongue starts to slip between them. He can't resist lathering every inch, finding the soft tickly bits and giving them gentle, raking nibbles with his teeth. The same way I can't resist groping my bulge and coaxing out a few more raindrops of pre. \n\nHe's still whining and whimpering as I flip him over like a pancake. I give his nose a tight pinch, and he takes the deepest whiff possible, drooling all over himself. His eyes are floating open and close, and his pupils have taken on a purple sheen. His own bulge is twitching, and his tail is wagging as his feet go flat on the floor and his hips buck into the air. 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By Limewah

Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (March 2024)

18+

You might be wondering: what good's an acting class for someone like me?

ME?

Riley Flamewill? One of the hottest, most sought after actors around?

No one cares about my acting ability anyway; everyone's too fixated on my gorgeous looks and my flowing tan Arcanine locks to give a shit. I could just phone every performance in!

But I don't do that. It'd be boring if I did.

There's two reasons why I do private coaching sessions.

First, it's good publicity. It shows how serious I am to my craft. Keeping the instrument well tuned n' all that.

Second, it's a great alibi for my supervillainy. When I'm getting up to some hypnotic mischief as Enrapture, it's handy having someone who can vouch for me having been training with them the whole time.

Sometimes it's good to cycle out tutors. I was getting bored of the last one - they were starting to get weird about it. So I put out some feelers and found my latest `tutor' through a friend of a friend of a slave. Just from seeing the doggy's picture - a sandy furred Samoyed with a big friendly smile and sparkly blue eyes - I knew he was exactly the kind of pet I was looking for.

When you give someone the opportunity to work one-on-one with a movie star, AND offer them a handsome sum to boot, they'll basically drop everything for you. Just as it was for this guy.

I've taken the liberty of doing a little workout ahead of time, and skipping the shower, so my silky fur is oily and glistening, and my workout tank-top and shorts are practically clinging to me. I look at myself at the long mirror bolted on to the east side of the studio. The sweaty heat has made my hair even more curly and swirly than usual. And my scent's so thick you could practically see it distorting the air like a mirage.

``He's here, Master,'' the voice in my earpiece says. My darling butler.... What's this one's name again? Egh, doesn't matter.

``Let him in, you can guide him to the studio.''

I do some lunges and stretches while I wait. I angle myself away from the door, just so I can do a coquettish look over my shoulder when he walks in. He's shorter and stockier than I expected, but I can tell he's got a nice, easy posture.

He's wearing jeans, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and a beanie. He's bare-pawed too, as he should be since the studio's still covered in a squishy exercise mat.

``Oh, hello!'' I turn and fix him with a smile. ``You're early!''

``Yeah, it's a force of habit. Hello!''

He starts to approach, probably to give me a handshake, and I catch him slowing down just a tiny bit once he gets in range of my musk.

I can see his nose twitch from across the room, and his tail wagging twice before he becomes conscious of it and stops it.

It makes my bulge twitch, too. Oh, I'm going to ruin this puppy.

``Nice to meet you, Beem,'' I say, grabbing his hand tightly and pulling him in for a friendly hug. I'm taller than him, tall enough that I can `accidentally' push his nose against my armpit. He loves my scent, why not give him some directly from the source, dank and thick?

I hold him there for a little longer than is normal for a first hug, before letting him go. He looks dizzy already. Too easy.

``H-happy to be here,'' he slurs. ``So, uh... yeah, I was gonna change real quick if that's okay? I'm pretty hands on with my work, we'll do some physical improv, some text work...''

``Sounds delightful,'' I say. ``Why don't you tell me what you've got in mind?''

``Yeah, I do a lot of devised work, theatre stuff - you probably know that - and I don't wanna get too stuck into text. I wanna help you act with your... full body...''

He's glancing at my whole body. That's intentional. I've taken the liberty of rolling my hips from side to side - to loosen them up, but really to waft some of my crotch musk up towards that sensitive doggy nose. He glances down at my visible bulge for a picosecond but it's doing the trick. His eyes are looking a little more dilated, now, too. The magic's working.

``You can change here,'' I add. ``I don't mind.''

``Oh, ah... heh, I'd feel a bit weird about-''

``There's nothing weird about it at all, darling,'' I interrupt him, stepping forward to stroke my toeclaws along the top of his right footpaw. ``Like I said. I don't mind.''

He huffs, giggles nervously, and looks pretty sheepish.

``I'd prefer to change elsewhere,'' he said, his tongue sticking out unconsciously as his grin widens into a grimace.

``Why, so you can hide your erection?''

He stiffens and gulps, before laughing as the flesh under his fur turns crimson. I expect he's gonna deny it.

``G-gah, sorry, it's that obvious, is it?''

``Oh, you admit it~?'' I smirk, peeling down my shorts and letting my jockstrap slip into view. It's tight, sheer and shiny, with a little glittering spiral glued onto the front of it. ``Why don't you throw those clothes off and we'll hop right to it.''

``To wh-what?'' Beem said, his face getting visibly slacker as he breathes in more of that musk.

``To you huffing my body, of course,'' I say.

I can see the whole journey on his face. When he got that first whiff, there was shock and confusion. My sharp, spicy musk is pretty disarming to begin with, after all. Not to mention delicious, and full of powerful pheromones. As more of it cakes those nasal receptors and pushes through the shortcut to their brain and gives the pleasure centres a good, long tickle before it trickles down their spine into their fingers, their toes... and whatever's between their legs. What's happening to me? They might ask themself. Why do I feel so good...? I want... more... I can't think... I want to... sniff... maybe lick, if he'll let me...

From there, they're lost. Their gaze goes even glassier, their shoulders slump, their jaw hangs loose, and their mind is mine. They're, well... Enraptured.

He starts to sluggishly strip, panting from the horny heat that's coursing through him.

``Good boooy~'' I giggle, reaching out to scritch under his chin. He whimpers and whines, practically draping himself against me. My other paw hikes up his shirt and rubs his big, soft belly, grabbing a fistful and making him giggle. ``Do you want more of my pit stink?''

``Uh-huh...?'' he giggles. So I pull his face closer before lifting my arm and pulling him into a headlock. He starts to lick at my fur, grooming the underside. I didn't even have to ask him...

``Nnnh, yeah, there we go~''

I push my hips forward, making the tips of our bulges kiss as my hand travels from his belly to his wagging tail. I catch it and tug it, making him yip and rrorrrorrwrl with pleasure as he messily huffs and laps.

Oh, he's good. I bite on my lip and shiver. I can feel my legs wobbling a bit. He's gonna lick up every inch of me, and pickle his brain on my musk... he's gonna take to further brainwashing so well, I can already tell.

``There's a good puppy,'' I growl, stroking down to his ass and giving it a grope. ``You wanna huff my bulge, next...?''

``Mmnyeah...'' he mumbles, tickling the soft flesh of my underarm. I push him back, and he trips over his jeans around his ankles before falling back. I grab him by the wrist and step back, pulling him right down to the floor to bury his face in the indentations my feet have left on the mat. Along with the scent. I step on the back of his head and push him right down, letting him whimper and squirm.

``My bulge is the last course,'' I taunt. ``You've gotta get a feel for the rest of me, first~''

Speaking of my bulge, I can see my pre's soaking right through the fabric. I make sure to step a bit forward so the droplets can land on the back of his head like little raindrops as he nuzzles and takes deeeeep whiffs of my paw-scent.

My foot slides down his cheek to scooch underneath his snout. He deserves a taste of the real thing, for the good job he's doing.

Beem kisses my toes and his tongue starts to slip between them. He can't resist lathering every inch, finding the soft tickly bits and giving them gentle, raking nibbles with his teeth. The same way I can't resist groping my bulge and coaxing out a few more raindrops of pre.

He's still whining and whimpering as I flip him over like a pancake. I give his nose a tight pinch, and he takes the deepest whiff possible, drooling all over himself. His eyes are floating open and close, and his pupils have taken on a purple sheen. His own bulge is twitching, and his tail is wagging as his feet go flat on the floor and his hips buck into the air.  He's becoming mine as easily as breathing.

``Look at us~'' I giggle. ``We're already in the middle of a contact improv, huh? I know the perfect ending, too...''

I step forward, both my feet straddling each side of his head, before I start to slowly squat. I sway my bulge like a pendulum, the pre-cum soaked spiral glittering and drawing his gaze as it comes closer. He's quivering with anticipation as I slowly dip lower, lower... then abruptly myself on his face with the speed of a guillotine.

The moment my bulge squishes against his face, his cock erupts, the arc of his cumshots only slightly blocked by his own undies. I smear the precum and sweat all over him, see-sawing and pushing down. He takes even deeper whiffs, undeterred by the fact that he's cumming his brains out. His tongue licks at it, and I push into him, letting it pop into his mouth. He worries and teases it with his teeth and tongue. I'm about to tell him to avoid the teeth, but... he's so gentle with it. He's done this before. He's g-good...

``Nnnghn, this was a good improv, coach...'' I gasp, allowing myself to release the squat and just sit right on his face, my ass covering his vision entirely and giving him more mind-melting scents to deal with. Even if we stopped here, he'd still be reeking of my scent for days.

By the time we're through with the hour-long `coaching session', though... it's not leaving his nose.

I don't think I'm gonna get bored of this one for a good, long while.

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