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As he sat on the bed, his tail ticked back and forth in time with the music as he studied liner notes with all the seriousness of someone studying mysterious scrolls. She hadn't seen him this engaged in something since she showed him how to microwave steamed buns.\n\nSneaking up from behind, she scooted across the bed and wrapped her arms around his bare chest. The smooth fur of his back tickled her nose, gleaming in the sunlight as she watched. His tail bounced between her knees and stirred her own tail into flicks of fond emulation. \"Hey.\"\n\n\"Hi.\" Album inserts fluttering to the floor, the mastiff wagged faster as she pulled him flat onto the bed. He rolled over and gave her a fond look; his nose touching hers. He twitched, cold apparently only noticeable on her body. He pulled her close and tugged the sheets around her, as much as was possible while they lay on top of them.\n\nThe vixen settled in and turned to face the same direction he was, so his arms could more easily wrap around her. In the air-conditioned chill, she pulled her toes back under the blanket to warm them in the silky fur of her boyfriend's shins. The AC unit hummed along to the quiet tunes from a tape in her old stereo. Ears back and relaxed, she listened to the simple song of his heartbeat.\n\nBodi held her gently against his chest. Blocky paws traced the subtle lines of her body.\n\nShe could see why married people lived longer. Not that she was thinking about marrying him. Well, now she was. Her vulpine brain zipped away without her permission. How could she be thinking about marrying a dog she'd only been dating for a few months? Granted, he was very good to cuddle with. And at playing guitar. And at being nice to her. Her mind raced forward, trying to imagine what decades of being with Bodi might be like. Even an overactive vulpine imagination had trouble extrapolating just what a magical rock 'n roll dog would get up to.\n\nAt the moment, though, the Tibetan mastiff tipped his muzzle up from resting on top of her head and toward the bass propped in the corner. \"So where'd you get your guitar?\"\n\nThe vixen snuggled back against him. She'd recently discovered that a fox's ideal summer habitat was the area between an air conditioner and a boyfriend. \"My dad got it for me, as a reward for doing well in school.\"\n\nHands curled around her midriff, he nodded his muzzle between her ears. \"That was nice of him. Did he get it from some kind of guitar market? Or made to order like the ones Angus has?\"\n\n\"Heh. A little of both, I guess.\" She snuggled back against him. \"He found it when he was doing inventory for an instrument shop and accepted it as payment for balancing their books. The owner was glad to get rid of it. The pickups got wrecked in shipping, so it was cheap, broken, and a bass. Not exactly glamorous. It sat in the store for years because it was nothing special.\"\n\n\"If it's special to you, then it's pretty special.\" He squeezed her middle in a fond hug.\n\nThe vixen blushed, still unaccustomed to being thought of as special. \"It's just a cheap copy of a Hofner violin bass, like the one Paul McCartney played.\"\n\nBodi made a noise of conversational encouragement, if not comprehension.\n\nShe patted his hand. \"Paul McCartney is a Beatle.\"\n\nBodi made a noise of even less comprehension.\n\nShe held onto his big, silly dog hand, appreciating the warmth. She'd happily explain music history forever while being held by her affectionate boyfriend. \"The Beatles are the most famous rock band ever.\"\n\n\"Oh nice.\" His tail thumped the bed. \"Is that why he picked it for you?\"\n\n\"My dad is an accountant. He picked it because of math.\" She chuckled into his arm. \"He calculated that I could carry it for several hours. He even measured the sleeve of my shirt to check that my arms could reach the strings.\"\n\n\"Wow.\" Bodi wagged, bouncing the blanket up near his rump. \"He must really care about you.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Dad's a good guy.\" Her tail frizzed at the thought of introducing the canine to her parents. Pressing on through the frantic fox-worry, she resumed her story. \"The shop owner knew a good deal when he heard one, so he fixed it with whatever parts he had laying around. That's why it has those giant heavy-metal pickups. The body's partly hollow, so it makes sound when it's not plugged into an amp, which means you can practice without setting up. And the neck is narrow enough that my fingers can get to the strings. All that stuff does weird things to the sound, but I like it.\" She shut her muzzle. She was babbling again.\n\nArms and legs curled around her, the dog listened intently.\n\n\"Now that we're recording in a studio and on stage, I sometimes think I should get a bigger one.\" She shrugged. \"It's kinda small.\"\n\n\"Small things can be good.\" He nuzzled her cheek ruff and lifted his hand, still holding hers, to rest between her breasts.\n\nA blush rose from her throat to heat her face. A shy giggle traveled with it. She remembered she was only wearing panties and an oversized Nirvana t-shirt. \"Hey, c'mon…\"\n\n\"I'm serious!\" He growled a chuckle against her neck and looked up at her with doggish playfulness.\n\nWith a squirm and a wiggle, she rolled over to face the dog, staying in his embrace. She buried her nose in the silken fur of his shoulder. How did he have such a soft pelt? It wasn't fair. \"Bodi, you're a shameless flatterer.\"\n\n\"Hm?\" His folded ears rose. He looked over her scantily-clad body for clues.\n\n\"Umm.\" Amid the endorphin rush of being cuddled and complimented, her brain managed a definition. \"Flattery is when you say nice things to someone so they like you more.\"\n\n\"Oh, cool.\" Comprehension dawned on his muzzle with a bright grin. \"Am I doing it right?\"\n\nThe vixen burrowed under the covers and into the hug. \"Yes.\"\n\nHis tail drummed on the mattress. \"That's good. I really do like your breasts.\"\n\n\"Mmhm?\" Tail tucking up to her legs, the scrawny fox curled into a ball of shyness.\n\n\"Yeah, they feel really nice.\" While not the most suave creature, he'd been learning over the last several months how to say dorky things in a sexy voice. He nuzzled her cheek, then traced his whiskered touch down her neck. \"And they're pretty.\"\n\nA peep of tickled surprise escaped the fox as his words rumbled at the crook of her shoulder. She reached up to stroke his soft, floppy ears. They were right in front of her face, after all, poking out from under the flaps of his hat.\n\nEncouraged, Bodi nosed at the neck of her oversized shirt, then sank his muzzle fully inside. Each puff of his hot breath traced over her bare breasts.\n\n\"Hey!\" She giggled, making no move to get away. \"What're you doing in there?\"\n\nNose still in her shirt, he looked up. \"Nothing yet.\" The next moment, the wet heat of his tongue traced over her nipple.\n\n\"Bodi!\" Her tail shot straight with surprise, even as her ears dipped with arousal. \"What do you like so much about my breasts anyway?\" The question left her mouth before she even realized it could only lead in scandalous directions. Perhaps she had more vulpine cunning than she gave herself credit for.\n\nHe pulled his face out of her shirt to talk more clearly, though he continued to press into her cleavage. The maneuver meant she ended up on her back, with him steadily curling up over her side. \"Well, they fit really nicely in my hands. And they feel nice to lick.\"\n\nYep. Now she felt giddy at the answer she knew she'd get. Her hand found his where it rested on her hip. She slid it under the hem of her t-shirt. \"Uh-huh.\"\n\nLike a good dog, he picked up on her signal. His thick paws traced up her stomach. \"And I've been thinking about doing that thing you mentioned where I rub my dick on them.\"\n\nThe fox let out an embarrassed moan, even as she arched her body to press her chest into his hands. In his defense, she had been the one to mention it.\n\nThe heat of his touch reached her breasts and the texture of his paw pads traced over her nipples. Something hot and firm prodded her leg.\n\nShe squeezed his thigh, then flicked up under the sheets for emphasis. \"What's going on under there?\"\n\nHe shrugged, both hands cupping her. \"Appreciation.\"\n\nShe lifted the blanket to see a distinct tent in his note-patterned boxers. She'd been on a personal quest to find him more amusing underpants, mostly for selfish reasons. Some doubting voice in her mind whispered that old worry that he might just be humoring her. But he'd shown so much interest in her body and mind that it added up to him being crazy about her. His obvious arousal also pointed in that direction. \"Heh, if you're really into that sort of thing…\"\n\nWith a dopey smile, he leaned forward and nuzzled her nose. Whiskers mingled. After building up a charge of anticipation, his lips met hers. The kiss's blatant enthusiasm pressed her head to the pillow. Another kiss followed, then another. Soon, she'd lost count.\n\nShe giggled. \"If you're going to have your hands up my shirt, maybe you could help me out of it?\" Again, the phrase had seemed much less scandalous before it left her muzzle.\n\nEager to please, the dog gripped the black and yellow t-shirt, then tugged it gently up her body. Its irreverent cartoon fox face smirked at her as it rolled up.\n\nThe vixen wiggled on the mattress. Her cheek fur popped free of the shirt collar, followed an instant later by her ample ears. Cool air traced her ruffled fur as she lay back, topless.\n\nGrinning, he dropped the shirt off the side of the bed and performed the minor acts of acrobatics needed to slide off his boxers. Once back on his knees, that pretty red cock tip poked from his sheath. His gaze flicked between her face and her exposed breasts.\n\nA blush kindled in her orange cheek ruffs. She still felt shy, having someone stare at her chest. She wriggled in an effort not to cross her arms. Propping her head up on the pillow for a better view, she gave a little nod to her boyfriend. \"So, now you get your legs on either side of me with, um, your dick kinda in my cleavage.\"\n\n\"Okay!\" Bodi, with only a bit of clambering, straddled her stomach. His tan balls settled on her white fur. Behind him, his tail swished back and forth in anticipation.\n\nTaking hold of his sheath, she worked it up and down in what was becoming a familiar rhythm. Just like on stage, she had to watch for cues: speed up here, slow down there; be more aggressive, be more gentle. Her boyfriend's expressive body language meant she could read him like sheet music.\n\nThe mastiff whined with joy. His muzzle closed tight on a smile. He leaned back to give her room to work, shameless in his delight between those soft black paws. With just a dozen or so strokes, he grew fully hard in her hands.\n\nDarma tugged his sheath down and angled his naked erection down onto her pelt. His enthusiasm talked her into this position—but just how she was supposed to jerk him off with her breasts, she wasn't sure. Pressing them together on his dick seemed unrealistic. For the moment, she settled for light strokes with her fingers along his length. Her fingers flicked between gripping and caressing: just enough pressure, not too much. Motions she'd practiced so innocently on a fretboard now rocked Bodi's world.\n\nA low growl of pleasure escaped Bodi's lips. The hot length of dog in her hands pulsed bigger and harder. His hips made little thrusts up into her grasp. Every pulse swelled his girth in her grasp, twitching and primal under her fingers. Involuntary tension shivered through his muscles whenever she stroked just right. He set his teeth, visibly resisting the urge to buck into her hands.\n\nThe fox smiled. She'd always been good with her hands. Careful not to bend him too far, she rubbed his tip on one nipple, then the other. The heat of contact alternated with the cool of evaporating arousal, leaving her nipples stiff and his cock stiffer. She fondled his growing knot. From the steady rate that bulge swelled harder and the way his shaft twitched with his heartbeat, she could have sworn the boy was pent up, but he'd filled her up twice last night, then fallen asleep on top of her. Her hips rocked at the memory. Clearly, him getting this hard this fast meant something was turning him on. She liked the idea that it was her. Even for an aspiring rock star, that was quite an ego boost. She rewarded him by cupping his balls.\n\nA grunt of arousal bared the mastiff's teeth, Unable to restrain himself, he leaned forward and gripped the headboard. His hips swung forward and back, working himself between her paws and breasts. That hot canine dick slid back and forth between her breasts. Crystal-clear drips of arousal dribbled from the very tip of it. She shivered a little, imagining all the times it had done that inside her. An especially enthusiastic thrust bumped her chin, leaving a trace of wet heat.\n\nHer gaze bounced between his face and his crotch a few times. An unfamiliar position, sure, but she could see the appeal. With a shy look up at him, she craned her muzzle down. Her tongue darted out, first to tease his leaking tip, then to curl around his cock. She never got tired of licking it, especially when each lap drew an adorable yap and a dribble of liquid passion. The salty taste combined with his scent to form a fog of arousal in her mind, into which the outside world faded. Feeling bold, she rubbed him against the soft fur of her breasts, the bared flesh of her nipples, the greedy motion of her tongue.\n\nA woof of approval opened his muzzle, but lust left it hanging open with rapid panting. Hot breath washed through her whiskers. Those folded ears wobbled with every frantic thrust. His pretty brown eyes squeezed shut. His balls twitched on her stomach. He had to be close…\n\nHer stroking fingers tingled with energy. She could feel the magical feedback growing with every pulse of his cock. Right on cue, she gripped his knot.\n\nBodi howled with orgasm. He pulsed in her hands, once, twice. Glowing waves of chi radiated through the room. Pulse after pulse of canine passion spurted from his knotted cock. Pearly strings of semen twirled in the air.\n\nDarma leaned back in surprise at the waves of magic. She'd seen it before, of course, but sometimes the faint hum of sexual energy was all he generated. Guess he really did like humping her boobs. With drips of sperm glittering by, she'd have laughed at the absurdity, but the perfect serenity of a dog she'd made happy left her sitting back to watch the show. Waves of energy ruffled her fur, stirred the sheets, and rustled the song notes tacked to the walls. Even with him sitting on her, she felt her body lift off the mattress, weightless as the lewd liquid constellations drifting by.\n\nBlue wisps buffeted an array of twinkles past her face. One such sparkle twanged her whisker like a harp string, then clung on. In a happy, horny haze, she licked it and found that particular glimmer to be a drop of hot semen. The sweet salt of it spread across her tongue.\n\nA final spurt or two skipped along her left breast, as if in low gravity. Dazzled by the sparkling blue energy, Darma made no move to avoid the dollop of dog sperm that settled onto her muzzle. She did smirk though. Making a magical musical dog this happy was well worth the cleanup. Over fleeting moments, the glow faded, though the sense of peace did not.\n\nThey sank together back to the bed. Around the room, gravity reasserted itself, pens and guitar picks pattering to the wood floor. Panting in the cool air, Bodi leaned on the headboard for support. His broad chest rose and fell as his body tried to catch up to the climax she'd worked him to. The tip of his tail bounced between her knees. He leaned in and nuzzled her nose in thanks.\n\n\"Good?\" Releasing his cock, she settled her hands on his hips and kept her muzzle aligned to his.\n\n\"Yeah.\" He nodded with absolute sincerity. His kind eyes cast a dreamy look her way as his erection retreated, drippy and slow, into its sheath.\n\n\"Good.\" She arched up and gave him a soft kiss.\n\nWarm, smooth lips met hers. Even in his orgasm-addled state, Bodi was a wholehearted kisser. The silken sweep of his tongue traced hers. He reached down to cradle the side of her face.\n\nDarma decided kissing had been, if anything, undersold by rock music. Here, safe and secure under the boy who loved her, she couldn't think of a single thing she ought to be doing or worrying about. It gave her a sense of floating freedom, held aloft by the flutter of love in her chest.\n\nAs the kiss ended, his hand left her cheek much stickier than before the touch. Only then did he seem to notice that he'd squirted an admirable amount of dog cum across her delicate vulpine features. \"Heh, sorry.\"\n\nEars down with shyness, she shrugged. \"I shouldn't complain about fan enthusiasm.\"\n\nWith a chuckle and a wag, the mastiff reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. In doing so, the still-exposed pink tip of his dick waggled in front of her nose.\n\nOn a naughty impulse, she flicked the tip of her tongue out to brush across his sensitive flesh. In an instant, his salty taste spread across her tongue; he'd managed to come everywhere but in her muzzle. His cute little yip was extremely gratifying.\n\nHand full of tissues, the Tibetan mastiff glanced down at his girlfriend. \"I can't clean you up if I fall off the bed.\"\n\nShe nuzzled into the soft fur of his stomach and smiled up at him. \"I suppose even the mastiff paw technique has its limits.\"\n\n\"It was all fox paws.\" He wiped the semen off her muzzle and cheek ruffs, then worked down onto her breasts. The soft tissue paper, held with care in his thick hands, cleaned her white chest fluff, though the faint trace of moisture cooled on her exposed and sensitive nipples. He was good at wiping sperm off fur, which called to her mind all the times he'd no doubt pawed off alone.\n\n\"I'm glad you like them.\" Her fingers and toes flexed on the sheets. Her thighs rubbed together as desire teased through her body, the crotch of her panties wicking moisture cooly against the heat of her lust.\n\nThe dog tossed the last of the tissues in the trash bin. \"Would you like some mastiff paws on you?\"\n\n\"Or, you know…in me.\" Trying to keep her nerve, she took his hand and led it down between her legs. It still felt really lewd, asking for him to do stuff. \"If you want.\"\n\n\"Sure!\" The naked dog rolled over, from straddling her body to laying beside it. A quick wiggle snuggled him up against her. Heavy paws traced along her body, with one continuing down her white stomach fur and into the front of her panties. His fingertips found ample moisture and slipped easily around her entrance.\n\nThe fox shuddered as he pressed one finger into her. She'd heard stories about getting poked with claws, but Bodi had proven pretty good at avoiding it.\n\nThe very tip of his tongue peeked from his muzzle, showing just how hard he was concentrating. He worked his finger in and out of her, the fur of it steadily soaked by her arousal. His free hand curled upward to toy with her breasts, the dry texture of his touch so different from the frictionless moisture of him fingering her.\n\nShe spread her legs a little wider, enjoying that such a big dog could be so gentle. She reached down to rub her clit, but found his hand in the way. Her hips jostled forward to rub against it, but the angle wasn't quite right. \"Bodi?\" She huffed in horny frustration. \"M-maybe you could reach from behind.\"\n\n\"Behind?\" He tilted his head and his droopy ears dangled.\n\nShe buried her face in the pillow and tried to talk like it was no big deal. \"Yeah, like if you reach around my butt.\" Worried he wouldn't get the message, she lifted her leg a little higher.\n\n\"Oh, okay.\" His tail thumped the bed as his paw carefully withdrew from her panties, only to return a moment later on her rump. It cupped the curve of her cheek, then traced down between her thighs again, bumping them further apart.\n\nA slender vulpine hand snuck down the front of her underwear. \"See, then you can use your other hand like this…\" She indulged in a few quick rubs on her clitoris; maybe a few more than was strictly needed to instruct him.\n\nBodi sat up to watch with rapt interest. \"Ooh…\" His free hand slipped from under her to follow hers down the front of her panties.\n\nAfter guiding his fingertips to her nub, Darma pulled her hand free so as not to stretch out the elastic. With her tail in a lascivious drape across his lap, she leaned back with one leg propped up. She watched as his knuckles worked up and down under the thin fabric.\n\nIt turned out Bodi was pretty good with his fingers too. With his arms wrapped around her leg, one hand fingered her while the other worked, steady yet gentle, in circles over her clit.\n\nThe vixen lay back, letting him do the work. She arched back, nuzzling under his chin, then to his silky ear, and moaned her approval. Her tail flicked at especially good efforts on his part. Her own hands rose to play with her nipples. Having both of them free for the task proved a nice change of pace.\n\nNow and again, the mastiff's gaze flicked from his handiwork to check her reaction. He must have seen something encouraging in her expression because he always just grinned and refined his technique. He pressed a second finger inside her, then, after checking her expression again, began working both in and out.\n\nA squeak of pleasure escaped her slim muzzle. She rolled fully onto his thighs. Her hips arched up into his touch. Having somebody else do all the work was pretty nice. She clenched on the fingers inside her.\n\nBodi blinked at the increase in pressure, but kept going. After bumping her a little too hard a couple times, he started slowing down at the apex of each thrust. All the while, he kept up the rubbing on her clit with his other hand. It turned out guitar fingerings weren't the only tricks he could pick up from watching her.\n\nWith a yelp of lust, the fox squirmed in his lap. Her tail twitched, pressed to his damp sheath and balls. Her breath caught. The leg dangling over his arm tensed, keeping him from pulling out of her. Pillow clutched to her chest, she closed her eyes as the climax overtook her, writhing in his embrace.\n\nAll through her orgasm, he continued in his gentle circles on her nub. He kept good time, even without a metronome. Even as instinct left her thrusting at nothing, he managed to stay at it.\n\nDarma buried her muzzle in the pillow and let out a yowl worthy of the recording booth. A few heartbeats later, she couldn't handle the stimulation any more and waved for him to stop. Every breath a gasp, she fell back to the bed. She might not be able to produce waves of blue chi energy, but she sure felt like she was flying high. Trembling, she opened her eyes to a slightly hazy loft to find her boyfriend stroking her hip.\n\nFingers still buried inside her, the mastiff probably couldn't have moved them if he tried, given how tight her thighs gripped his hand. If he hadn't wanted his hand trapped against a fox's crotch, he shouldn't have gotten her in such a knotting mood. She blinked, a little surprised at her own lewd thoughts. But then, what better time than now, tangled up with the dog of her dreams. She flicked her tail in joy, still catching her breath. \"Whoa…\"\n\nWagging, the canine smoothed the fabric of her panties, the waistband of which had gotten flipped in the performance. A proud smile spread across his blocky muzzle.\n\nShe released the leg-hold on his hand, which withdrew from her panties with its fur mussed and more than a little moistened. The underpants themselves clung to her tender lips.\n\nBodi stretched his liberated paw and glanced up at her. \"Good?\"\n\nMouth agape legs spread as she lay half atop his lap, she nodded. \"Mmmhmm…\"\n\n\"Good…\" He nuzzled her ear. \"I really, really like watching you orgasm. Helping it happen is even cooler.\" His tail thumped the bed as she caught her breath. \"Heh. For a little while, I wasn't sure if you wanted me to start licking you or something.\"\n\nDarma imagined his broad mastiff tongue inside her foxy folds. Her thighs squeezed together at even the thought. Words drifted from her muzzle before she even realized it. \"Heh, I mean, if you wanted to…\" Worries arrived late, having gotten lost in a fog of endorphins. Would he want to go down on her if she was this messy? Would he think she was an insatiable vixen? Granted, that didn't sound like such a bad thing at the moment.\n\nThe worries need not have bothered with the trip. Bodi's floppy ears popped up a full centimeter. That slim tail swished behind him. Brown eyes shining up at her, he tugged her panties down.\n\nStill buzzing with afterglow, the fox rocked her hips back and forth to help him pull them off her tail and legs. Cool air teased her still-damp crotch.\n\nHe tossed her panties off the end of the bed and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Angling his muzzle down, his nose bumped her mons as hot breath washed over her crotch. His hands gripped her waist, supporting her weight without apparent effort. He came up for a breath and licked his lips with obvious delight. \"Mmmm... You taste really good.\"\n\nDarma squeaked shyly at the comment, but by then he was back to licking her. Her tail twitched against his broad chest. Having a hunky mastiff boyfriend had its benefits. Sure, she still hadn't managed to take his knot, but him being able to move her around so easily got her in all sorts of fun positions.\n\nEver eager, Bodi panted and lapped at her crotch. At first, that silken tongue just traced over the contours of her slit, mussing her already messy fur. Luxurious licks traced over thin white fur. Then, with a slight turn of his head and a spread of her legs, he spread her enough to start licking her clit.\n\nThe vulpine squeaked with pleasure as he worked over her nub. Dragging her teeth across her bottom lip, she angled his head around to get his muzzle to all the right places. She squeezed his ears to show her enthusiasm.\n\nThat smooth tongue slid inside her, an entirely different sensation than his fingers. Flesh on flesh, rather than fur, it had a dexterity all its own. Enthusiasm radiated through every kiss of his lips, every lap of his tongue, every eager wag of his tail.\n\nBreath catching short, she huffed through a shameless moan. Even a shy fox could get used to this kind of attention, to a boy being this attracted to her. Lust jostled her hips, bouncing her modest breasts as she lifted off the bed to give him better access. Her breath, not quite settled from the previous orgasm, sped to short and shallow.\n\nHe licked deep into her folds. His nose pressed to her clit, which reminded her just how much she would like it licked immediately. As her hips rolled to bring it against his tongue, he woofed with muffled enthusiasm and indulged her with a series of silken licks.\n\nA tremble of tension raced through her body. Her ankles crossed behind his head as she gasped, desperate to hold him right there for just one more second. Climax crashed over her like a crescendo.\n\nNever losing his rhythm, he kept licking through her orgasm.\n\nAfter a few dizzying seconds, she pushed his head away a little. \"Heh. Sensitive.\"\n\nThe mastiff sat back with obvious pride. He untangled himself from her legs and tail, then crawled up the bed to lay beside her. Leaning in, he did that cute little gesture where he rubbed his lips together obviously thinking about kissing her. A quick lick of his lips later, he hesitated with a grin and a shrug, as if just realizing his muzzle was covered in her juices.\n\nBold from two orgasms and a dose of magic, Darma pressed her nose to his and smooched him. She tasted herself on his lips. Hazy with ecstasy, she settled into slightly sticky cuddles.\n\nWith the air conditioner still thrumming, she'd have felt cold, were it not for the Tibetan mastiff wrapped lovingly around her. She lay naked in his arms, narrow muzzle buried in the fluff of his throat. Across the room, the stereo clicked. The tape auto-reversed. The album started over.\n\nDarma smiled into her boyfriend's shoulder, feeling the soft bounce his tail through the mattress. She'd been warned all her life about having too much of a good thing. But in this moment, she could totally see the appeal of an encore.\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nArtist: SlateDragon\nEditors: Slate, Tucker, Jin, Ivic, Sarsi, Kohaku, RobinSillyNeko, Toxo, Keiron, CarlMinez, Eljot001, TCG, Nuki, Highwing, Cedric, Oyqy0c, Jim\n\nI had a few fun ideas I wanted to get on the page, so I took a little break from the Marian novel. Sometimes you have to write something simple and sweet. Hope you liked it. Comments welcome!\n\n- Tempo\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]",
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Tempo
Darma gets a little proof of just how attracted her boyfriend Bodi is to her.
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Even a responsible fox indulges in trickery. Darma, for example, had not turned on the air conditioner today, leaving the loft apartment hot enough by noon to justify walking stripping down to just a shirt and panties. Her boyfriend had emerged from the shower and studied her outfit, then joined in the Underpants Day festivities. Even better than she'd planned. Then, the second phase of her plan began: she cranked up the air conditioner. Over the next hour, the bedroom loft had cooled to a temperature that allowed for cuddling in the middle of a summer day.
Bodi gave no sign that he'd noticed the cold. Granted, he'd been raised in the Himalayas, giving him an appreciation for cold that rivaled her appreciation for spicy foods. As he sat on the bed, his tail ticked back and forth in time with the music as he studied liner notes with all the seriousness of someone studying mysterious scrolls. She hadn't seen him this engaged in something since she showed him how to microwave steamed buns.
Sneaking up from behind, she scooted across the bed and wrapped her arms around his bare chest. The smooth fur of his back tickled her nose, gleaming in the sunlight as she watched. His tail bounced between her knees and stirred her own tail into flicks of fond emulation. "Hey."
"Hi." Album inserts fluttering to the floor, the mastiff wagged faster as she pulled him flat onto the bed. He rolled over and gave her a fond look; his nose touching hers. He twitched, cold apparently only noticeable on her body. He pulled her close and tugged the sheets around her, as much as was possible while they lay on top of them.
The vixen settled in and turned to face the same direction he was, so his arms could more easily wrap around her. In the air-conditioned chill, she pulled her toes back under the blanket to warm them in the silky fur of her boyfriend's shins. The AC unit hummed along to the quiet tunes from a tape in her old stereo. Ears back and relaxed, she listened to the simple song of his heartbeat.
Bodi held her gently against his chest. Blocky paws traced the subtle lines of her body.
She could see why married people lived longer. Not that she was thinking about marrying him. Well, now she was. Her vulpine brain zipped away without her permission. How could she be thinking about marrying a dog she'd only been dating for a few months? Granted, he was very good to cuddle with. And at playing guitar. And at being nice to her. Her mind raced forward, trying to imagine what decades of being with Bodi might be like. Even an overactive vulpine imagination had trouble extrapolating just what a magical rock 'n roll dog would get up to.
At the moment, though, the Tibetan mastiff tipped his muzzle up from resting on top of her head and toward the bass propped in the corner. "So where'd you get your guitar?"
The vixen snuggled back against him. She'd recently discovered that a fox's ideal summer habitat was the area between an air conditioner and a boyfriend. "My dad got it for me, as a reward for doing well in school."
Hands curled around her midriff, he nodded his muzzle between her ears. "That was nice of him. Did he get it from some kind of guitar market? Or made to order like the ones Angus has?"
"Heh. A little of both, I guess." She snuggled back against him. "He found it when he was doing inventory for an instrument shop and accepted it as payment for balancing their books. The owner was glad to get rid of it. The pickups got wrecked in shipping, so it was cheap, broken, and a bass. Not exactly glamorous. It sat in the store for years because it was nothing special."
"If it's special to you, then it's pretty special." He squeezed her middle in a fond hug.
The vixen blushed, still unaccustomed to being thought of as special. "It's just a cheap copy of a Hofner violin bass, like the one Paul McCartney played."
Bodi made a noise of conversational encouragement, if not comprehension.
She patted his hand. "Paul McCartney is a Beatle."
Bodi made a noise of even less comprehension.
She held onto his big, silly dog hand, appreciating the warmth. She'd happily explain music history forever while being held by her affectionate boyfriend. "The Beatles are the most famous rock band ever."
"Oh nice." His tail thumped the bed. "Is that why he picked it for you?"
"My dad is an accountant. He picked it because of math." She chuckled into his arm. "He calculated that I could carry it for several hours. He even measured the sleeve of my shirt to check that my arms could reach the strings."
"Wow." Bodi wagged, bouncing the blanket up near his rump. "He must really care about you."
"Yeah. Dad's a good guy." Her tail frizzed at the thought of introducing the canine to her parents. Pressing on through the frantic fox-worry, she resumed her story. "The shop owner knew a good deal when he heard one, so he fixed it with whatever parts he had laying around. That's why it has those giant heavy-metal pickups. The body's partly hollow, so it makes sound when it's not plugged into an amp, which means you can practice without setting up. And the neck is narrow enough that my fingers can get to the strings. All that stuff does weird things to the sound, but I like it." She shut her muzzle. She was babbling again.
Arms and legs curled around her, the dog listened intently.
"Now that we're recording in a studio and on stage, I sometimes think I should get a bigger one." She shrugged. "It's kinda small."
"Small things can be good." He nuzzled her cheek ruff and lifted his hand, still holding hers, to rest between her breasts.
A blush rose from her throat to heat her face. A shy giggle traveled with it. She remembered she was only wearing panties and an oversized Nirvana t-shirt. "Hey, c'mon…"
"I'm serious!" He growled a chuckle against her neck and looked up at her with doggish playfulness.
With a squirm and a wiggle, she rolled over to face the dog, staying in his embrace. She buried her nose in the silken fur of his shoulder. How did he have such a soft pelt? It wasn't fair. "Bodi, you're a shameless flatterer."
"Hm?" His folded ears rose. He looked over her scantily-clad body for clues.
"Umm." Amid the endorphin rush of being cuddled and complimented, her brain managed a definition. "Flattery is when you say nice things to someone so they like you more."
"Oh, cool." Comprehension dawned on his muzzle with a bright grin. "Am I doing it right?"
The vixen burrowed under the covers and into the hug. "Yes."
His tail drummed on the mattress. "That's good. I really do like your breasts."
"Mmhm?" Tail tucking up to her legs, the scrawny fox curled into a ball of shyness.
"Yeah, they feel really nice." While not the most suave creature, he'd been learning over the last several months how to say dorky things in a sexy voice. He nuzzled her cheek, then traced his whiskered touch down her neck. "And they're pretty."
A peep of tickled surprise escaped the fox as his words rumbled at the crook of her shoulder. She reached up to stroke his soft, floppy ears. They were right in front of her face, after all, poking out from under the flaps of his hat.
Encouraged, Bodi nosed at the neck of her oversized shirt, then sank his muzzle fully inside. Each puff of his hot breath traced over her bare breasts.
"Hey!" She giggled, making no move to get away. "What're you doing in there?"
Nose still in her shirt, he looked up. "Nothing yet." The next moment, the wet heat of his tongue traced over her nipple.
"Bodi!" Her tail shot straight with surprise, even as her ears dipped with arousal. "What do you like so much about my breasts anyway?" The question left her mouth before she even realized it could only lead in scandalous directions. Perhaps she had more vulpine cunning than she gave herself credit for.
He pulled his face out of her shirt to talk more clearly, though he continued to press into her cleavage. The maneuver meant she ended up on her back, with him steadily curling up over her side. "Well, they fit really nicely in my hands. And they feel nice to lick."
Yep. Now she felt giddy at the answer she knew she'd get. Her hand found his where it rested on her hip. She slid it under the hem of her t-shirt. "Uh-huh."
Like a good dog, he picked up on her signal. His thick paws traced up her stomach. "And I've been thinking about doing that thing you mentioned where I rub my dick on them."
The fox let out an embarrassed moan, even as she arched her body to press her chest into his hands. In his defense, she had been the one to mention it.
The heat of his touch reached her breasts and the texture of his paw pads traced over her nipples. Something hot and firm prodded her leg.
She squeezed his thigh, then flicked up under the sheets for emphasis. "What's going on under there?"
He shrugged, both hands cupping her. "Appreciation."
She lifted the blanket to see a distinct tent in his note-patterned boxers. She'd been on a personal quest to find him more amusing underpants, mostly for selfish reasons. Some doubting voice in her mind whispered that old worry that he might just be humoring her. But he'd shown so much interest in her body and mind that it added up to him being crazy about her. His obvious arousal also pointed in that direction. "Heh, if you're really into that sort of thing…"
With a dopey smile, he leaned forward and nuzzled her nose. Whiskers mingled. After building up a charge of anticipation, his lips met hers. The kiss's blatant enthusiasm pressed her head to the pillow. Another kiss followed, then another. Soon, she'd lost count.
She giggled. "If you're going to have your hands up my shirt, maybe you could help me out of it?" Again, the phrase had seemed much less scandalous before it left her muzzle.
Eager to please, the dog gripped the black and yellow t-shirt, then tugged it gently up her body. Its irreverent cartoon fox face smirked at her as it rolled up.
The vixen wiggled on the mattress. Her cheek fur popped free of the shirt collar, followed an instant later by her ample ears. Cool air traced her ruffled fur as she lay back, topless.
Grinning, he dropped the shirt off the side of the bed and performed the minor acts of acrobatics needed to slide off his boxers. Once back on his knees, that pretty red cock tip poked from his sheath. His gaze flicked between her face and her exposed breasts.
A blush kindled in her orange cheek ruffs. She still felt shy, having someone stare at her chest. She wriggled in an effort not to cross her arms. Propping her head up on the pillow for a better view, she gave a little nod to her boyfriend. "So, now you get your legs on either side of me with, um, your dick kinda in my cleavage."
"Okay!" Bodi, with only a bit of clambering, straddled her stomach. His tan balls settled on her white fur. Behind him, his tail swished back and forth in anticipation.
Taking hold of his sheath, she worked it up and down in what was becoming a familiar rhythm. Just like on stage, she had to watch for cues: speed up here, slow down there; be more aggressive, be more gentle. Her boyfriend's expressive body language meant she could read him like sheet music.
The mastiff whined with joy. His muzzle closed tight on a smile. He leaned back to give her room to work, shameless in his delight between those soft black paws. With just a dozen or so strokes, he grew fully hard in her hands.
Darma tugged his sheath down and angled his naked erection down onto her pelt. His enthusiasm talked her into this position—but just how she was supposed to jerk him off with her breasts, she wasn't sure. Pressing them together on his dick seemed unrealistic. For the moment, she settled for light strokes with her fingers along his length. Her fingers flicked between gripping and caressing: just enough pressure, not too much. Motions she'd practiced so innocently on a fretboard now rocked Bodi's world.
A low growl of pleasure escaped Bodi's lips. The hot length of dog in her hands pulsed bigger and harder. His hips made little thrusts up into her grasp. Every pulse swelled his girth in her grasp, twitching and primal under her fingers. Involuntary tension shivered through his muscles whenever she stroked just right. He set his teeth, visibly resisting the urge to buck into her hands.
The fox smiled. She'd always been good with her hands. Careful not to bend him too far, she rubbed his tip on one nipple, then the other. The heat of contact alternated with the cool of evaporating arousal, leaving her nipples stiff and his cock stiffer. She fondled his growing knot. From the steady rate that bulge swelled harder and the way his shaft twitched with his heartbeat, she could have sworn the boy was pent up, but he'd filled her up twice last night, then fallen asleep on top of her. Her hips rocked at the memory. Clearly, him getting this hard this fast meant something was turning him on. She liked the idea that it was her. Even for an aspiring rock star, that was quite an ego boost. She rewarded him by cupping his balls.
A grunt of arousal bared the mastiff's teeth, Unable to restrain himself, he leaned forward and gripped the headboard. His hips swung forward and back, working himself between her paws and breasts. That hot canine dick slid back and forth between her breasts. Crystal-clear drips of arousal dribbled from the very tip of it. She shivered a little, imagining all the times it had done that inside her. An especially enthusiastic thrust bumped her chin, leaving a trace of wet heat.
Her gaze bounced between his face and his crotch a few times. An unfamiliar position, sure, but she could see the appeal. With a shy look up at him, she craned her muzzle down. Her tongue darted out, first to tease his leaking tip, then to curl around his cock. She never got tired of licking it, especially when each lap drew an adorable yap and a dribble of liquid passion. The salty taste combined with his scent to form a fog of arousal in her mind, into which the outside world faded. Feeling bold, she rubbed him against the soft fur of her breasts, the bared flesh of her nipples, the greedy motion of her tongue.
A woof of approval opened his muzzle, but lust left it hanging open with rapid panting. Hot breath washed through her whiskers. Those folded ears wobbled with every frantic thrust. His pretty brown eyes squeezed shut. His balls twitched on her stomach. He had to be close…
Her stroking fingers tingled with energy. She could feel the magical feedback growing with every pulse of his cock. Right on cue, she gripped his knot.
Bodi howled with orgasm. He pulsed in her hands, once, twice. Glowing waves of chi radiated through the room. Pulse after pulse of canine passion spurted from his knotted cock. Pearly strings of semen twirled in the air.
Darma leaned back in surprise at the waves of magic. She'd seen it before, of course, but sometimes the faint hum of sexual energy was all he generated. Guess he really did like humping her boobs. With drips of sperm glittering by, she'd have laughed at the absurdity, but the perfect serenity of a dog she'd made happy left her sitting back to watch the show. Waves of energy ruffled her fur, stirred the sheets, and rustled the song notes tacked to the walls. Even with him sitting on her, she felt her body lift off the mattress, weightless as the lewd liquid constellations drifting by.
Blue wisps buffeted an array of twinkles past her face. One such sparkle twanged her whisker like a harp string, then clung on. In a happy, horny haze, she licked it and found that particular glimmer to be a drop of hot semen. The sweet salt of it spread across her tongue.
A final spurt or two skipped along her left breast, as if in low gravity. Dazzled by the sparkling blue energy, Darma made no move to avoid the dollop of dog sperm that settled onto her muzzle. She did smirk though. Making a magical musical dog this happy was well worth the cleanup. Over fleeting moments, the glow faded, though the sense of peace did not.
They sank together back to the bed. Around the room, gravity reasserted itself, pens and guitar picks pattering to the wood floor. Panting in the cool air, Bodi leaned on the headboard for support. His broad chest rose and fell as his body tried to catch up to the climax she'd worked him to. The tip of his tail bounced between her knees. He leaned in and nuzzled her nose in thanks.
"Good?" Releasing his cock, she settled her hands on his hips and kept her muzzle aligned to his.
"Yeah." He nodded with absolute sincerity. His kind eyes cast a dreamy look her way as his erection retreated, drippy and slow, into its sheath.
"Good." She arched up and gave him a soft kiss.
Warm, smooth lips met hers. Even in his orgasm-addled state, Bodi was a wholehearted kisser. The silken sweep of his tongue traced hers. He reached down to cradle the side of her face.
Darma decided kissing had been, if anything, undersold by rock music. Here, safe and secure under the boy who loved her, she couldn't think of a single thing she ought to be doing or worrying about. It gave her a sense of floating freedom, held aloft by the flutter of love in her chest.
As the kiss ended, his hand left her cheek much stickier than before the touch. Only then did he seem to notice that he'd squirted an admirable amount of dog cum across her delicate vulpine features. "Heh, sorry."
Ears down with shyness, she shrugged. "I shouldn't complain about fan enthusiasm."
With a chuckle and a wag, the mastiff reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. In doing so, the still-exposed pink tip of his dick waggled in front of her nose.
On a naughty impulse, she flicked the tip of her tongue out to brush across his sensitive flesh. In an instant, his salty taste spread across her tongue; he'd managed to come everywhere but in her muzzle. His cute little yip was extremely gratifying.
Hand full of tissues, the Tibetan mastiff glanced down at his girlfriend. "I can't clean you up if I fall off the bed."
She nuzzled into the soft fur of his stomach and smiled up at him. "I suppose even the mastiff paw technique has its limits."
"It was all fox paws." He wiped the semen off her muzzle and cheek ruffs, then worked down onto her breasts. The soft tissue paper, held with care in his thick hands, cleaned her white chest fluff, though the faint trace of moisture cooled on her exposed and sensitive nipples. He was good at wiping sperm off fur, which called to her mind all the times he'd no doubt pawed off alone.
"I'm glad you like them." Her fingers and toes flexed on the sheets. Her thighs rubbed together as desire teased through her body, the crotch of her panties wicking moisture cooly against the heat of her lust.
The dog tossed the last of the tissues in the trash bin. "Would you like some mastiff paws on you?"
"Or, you know…in me." Trying to keep her nerve, she took his hand and led it down between her legs. It still felt really lewd, asking for him to do stuff. "If you want."
"Sure!" The naked dog rolled over, from straddling her body to laying beside it. A quick wiggle snuggled him up against her. Heavy paws traced along her body, with one continuing down her white stomach fur and into the front of her panties. His fingertips found ample moisture and slipped easily around her entrance.
The fox shuddered as he pressed one finger into her. She'd heard stories about getting poked with claws, but Bodi had proven pretty good at avoiding it.
The very tip of his tongue peeked from his muzzle, showing just how hard he was concentrating. He worked his finger in and out of her, the fur of it steadily soaked by her arousal. His free hand curled upward to toy with her breasts, the dry texture of his touch so different from the frictionless moisture of him fingering her.
She spread her legs a little wider, enjoying that such a big dog could be so gentle. She reached down to rub her clit, but found his hand in the way. Her hips jostled forward to rub against it, but the angle wasn't quite right. "Bodi?" She huffed in horny frustration. "M-maybe you could reach from behind."
"Behind?" He tilted his head and his droopy ears dangled.
She buried her face in the pillow and tried to talk like it was no big deal. "Yeah, like if you reach around my butt." Worried he wouldn't get the message, she lifted her leg a little higher.
"Oh, okay." His tail thumped the bed as his paw carefully withdrew from her panties, only to return a moment later on her rump. It cupped the curve of her cheek, then traced down between her thighs again, bumping them further apart.
A slender vulpine hand snuck down the front of her underwear. "See, then you can use your other hand like this…" She indulged in a few quick rubs on her clitoris; maybe a few more than was strictly needed to instruct him.
Bodi sat up to watch with rapt interest. "Ooh…" His free hand slipped from under her to follow hers down the front of her panties.
After guiding his fingertips to her nub, Darma pulled her hand free so as not to stretch out the elastic. With her tail in a lascivious drape across his lap, she leaned back with one leg propped up. She watched as his knuckles worked up and down under the thin fabric.
It turned out Bodi was pretty good with his fingers too. With his arms wrapped around her leg, one hand fingered her while the other worked, steady yet gentle, in circles over her clit.
The vixen lay back, letting him do the work. She arched back, nuzzling under his chin, then to his silky ear, and moaned her approval. Her tail flicked at especially good efforts on his part. Her own hands rose to play with her nipples. Having both of them free for the task proved a nice change of pace.
Now and again, the mastiff's gaze flicked from his handiwork to check her reaction. He must have seen something encouraging in her expression because he always just grinned and refined his technique. He pressed a second finger inside her, then, after checking her expression again, began working both in and out.
A squeak of pleasure escaped her slim muzzle. She rolled fully onto his thighs. Her hips arched up into his touch. Having somebody else do all the work was pretty nice. She clenched on the fingers inside her.
Bodi blinked at the increase in pressure, but kept going. After bumping her a little too hard a couple times, he started slowing down at the apex of each thrust. All the while, he kept up the rubbing on her clit with his other hand. It turned out guitar fingerings weren't the only tricks he could pick up from watching her.
With a yelp of lust, the fox squirmed in his lap. Her tail twitched, pressed to his damp sheath and balls. Her breath caught. The leg dangling over his arm tensed, keeping him from pulling out of her. Pillow clutched to her chest, she closed her eyes as the climax overtook her, writhing in his embrace.
All through her orgasm, he continued in his gentle circles on her nub. He kept good time, even without a metronome. Even as instinct left her thrusting at nothing, he managed to stay at it.
Darma buried her muzzle in the pillow and let out a yowl worthy of the recording booth. A few heartbeats later, she couldn't handle the stimulation any more and waved for him to stop. Every breath a gasp, she fell back to the bed. She might not be able to produce waves of blue chi energy, but she sure felt like she was flying high. Trembling, she opened her eyes to a slightly hazy loft to find her boyfriend stroking her hip.
Fingers still buried inside her, the mastiff probably couldn't have moved them if he tried, given how tight her thighs gripped his hand. If he hadn't wanted his hand trapped against a fox's crotch, he shouldn't have gotten her in such a knotting mood. She blinked, a little surprised at her own lewd thoughts. But then, what better time than now, tangled up with the dog of her dreams. She flicked her tail in joy, still catching her breath. "Whoa…"
Wagging, the canine smoothed the fabric of her panties, the waistband of which had gotten flipped in the performance. A proud smile spread across his blocky muzzle.
She released the leg-hold on his hand, which withdrew from her panties with its fur mussed and more than a little moistened. The underpants themselves clung to her tender lips.
Bodi stretched his liberated paw and glanced up at her. "Good?"
Mouth agape legs spread as she lay half atop his lap, she nodded. "Mmmhmm…"
"Good…" He nuzzled her ear. "I really, really like watching you orgasm. Helping it happen is even cooler." His tail thumped the bed as she caught her breath. "Heh. For a little while, I wasn't sure if you wanted me to start licking you or something."
Darma imagined his broad mastiff tongue inside her foxy folds. Her thighs squeezed together at even the thought. Words drifted from her muzzle before she even realized it. "Heh, I mean, if you wanted to…" Worries arrived late, having gotten lost in a fog of endorphins. Would he want to go down on her if she was this messy? Would he think she was an insatiable vixen? Granted, that didn't sound like such a bad thing at the moment.
The worries need not have bothered with the trip. Bodi's floppy ears popped up a full centimeter. That slim tail swished behind him. Brown eyes shining up at her, he tugged her panties down.
Still buzzing with afterglow, the fox rocked her hips back and forth to help him pull them off her tail and legs. Cool air teased her still-damp crotch.
He tossed her panties off the end of the bed and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Angling his muzzle down, his nose bumped her mons as hot breath washed over her crotch. His hands gripped her waist, supporting her weight without apparent effort. He came up for a breath and licked his lips with obvious delight. "Mmmm... You taste really good."
Darma squeaked shyly at the comment, but by then he was back to licking her. Her tail twitched against his broad chest. Having a hunky mastiff boyfriend had its benefits. Sure, she still hadn't managed to take his knot, but him being able to move her around so easily got her in all sorts of fun positions.
Ever eager, Bodi panted and lapped at her crotch. At first, that silken tongue just traced over the contours of her slit, mussing her already messy fur. Luxurious licks traced over thin white fur. Then, with a slight turn of his head and a spread of her legs, he spread her enough to start licking her clit.
The vulpine squeaked with pleasure as he worked over her nub. Dragging her teeth across her bottom lip, she angled his head around to get his muzzle to all the right places. She squeezed his ears to show her enthusiasm.
That smooth tongue slid inside her, an entirely different sensation than his fingers. Flesh on flesh, rather than fur, it had a dexterity all its own. Enthusiasm radiated through every kiss of his lips, every lap of his tongue, every eager wag of his tail.
Breath catching short, she huffed through a shameless moan. Even a shy fox could get used to this kind of attention, to a boy being this attracted to her. Lust jostled her hips, bouncing her modest breasts as she lifted off the bed to give him better access. Her breath, not quite settled from the previous orgasm, sped to short and shallow.
He licked deep into her folds. His nose pressed to her clit, which reminded her just how much she would like it licked immediately. As her hips rolled to bring it against his tongue, he woofed with muffled enthusiasm and indulged her with a series of silken licks.
A tremble of tension raced through her body. Her ankles crossed behind his head as she gasped, desperate to hold him right there for just one more second. Climax crashed over her like a crescendo.
Never losing his rhythm, he kept licking through her orgasm.
After a few dizzying seconds, she pushed his head away a little. "Heh. Sensitive."
The mastiff sat back with obvious pride. He untangled himself from her legs and tail, then crawled up the bed to lay beside her. Leaning in, he did that cute little gesture where he rubbed his lips together obviously thinking about kissing her. A quick lick of his lips later, he hesitated with a grin and a shrug, as if just realizing his muzzle was covered in her juices.
Bold from two orgasms and a dose of magic, Darma pressed her nose to his and smooched him. She tasted herself on his lips. Hazy with ecstasy, she settled into slightly sticky cuddles.
With the air conditioner still thrumming, she'd have felt cold, were it not for the Tibetan mastiff wrapped lovingly around her. She lay naked in his arms, narrow muzzle buried in the fluff of his throat. Across the room, the stereo clicked. The tape auto-reversed. The album started over.
Darma smiled into her boyfriend's shoulder, feeling the soft bounce his tail through the mattress. She'd been warned all her life about having too much of a good thing. But in this moment, she could totally see the appeal of an encore.
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Artist: SlateDragon
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I had a few fun ideas I wanted to get on the page, so I took a little break from the Marian novel. Sometimes you have to write something simple and sweet. Hope you liked it. Comments welcome!
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