Tempe O'Kun
Erik goes out to eat with his jackal girlfriend.
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"Oh, Tess! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Pleasure jolted Erik's very being, his body convulsing in at the release of tension. The pleasure her paws provided crackled down his body, straight to his left hind paw, which beat against the bedcovers to the rhythm of ecstasy. He arched against her ministrations. Then, wriggling against the bed, he fell back, lost in the magic of her touch. "Yes! Right there! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"
Tess giggled down at him.
"What?" He wagged, breathing hard.
"Your back must have really needed scratching."
"I can't reach right in the middle!" The retriever scooched forward, resting his head on her lap and beaming up at her. "Besides, it's always better when you do it."
"I could get you a backscratcher." She knelt on the bed. Beyond it, the hotel room sit small, bland, and clean.
"No stick will be replacing my darling jackal-pie."
She groaned when he called her nicknames. She was pretty when she groaned. She was pretty all the time. "If I'm going to put up with you, I think you'd better feed me."
"Torpedo Subs!" The golden rolled over, glancing out the hotel room window to the street. The last of the con-goers dispersed like fish food, colorful and flaky. A weasel with traffic-cone-color fur seemed to be loading a giant fly swatter into his Metro. "You just drive up and SHOOMF! Instant food!" He licked his lips at the notion.
"No, Erik. Somewhere else."
"Aw… I hear they've upped the pressure in the pneumatic tubes."
Sitting beside him, the jackal smoothed the fur of his chest with a paw, then lifted his muzzle with it. "Honey, let's eat somewhere that isn't a retrofitted bank."
"Awwwww." His tail thumped with pride on the bed. "You called me 'honey.'"
Her ears flushed pink. "S-so what?" A shy laugh. "We're dating. I can do that."
"Because you liiiiiiiike me." He giggled, nuzzling up at her. I like that she likes me.
Tess's ears dropped, but she nuzzled back. "How about sushi? I went to The Current with some business associates last time I was in town."
"Huh. Haven't heard of it." As his gaze traced the curves of her body, he contemplated how much he'd like to order in, then eat out. "Do they deliver?"
"Nah, it's fancy." With a sly little smile, she patted his TARDIS t-shirt. "Dress up."
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"This better be one classy joint if I have to wear shoes." Erik took in the detail of the building: ceramic roofing and carved wooden beams framed what looked like an overgrown jewelry box.
"They're required." She opened the ornate wooden door. "Besides, you're not in some little podunk; people around here don't care what they throw on the sidewalk."
"I'll never understand cities…" He strode inside on pristine black dress shoes. And here I thought I'd escape them because I argued they didn't go with my tachikoma suit.
Afternoon light set the room aglow, marble and lacquered wood lending cold and warmth. A breeze followed them in, rustling manicured plants before surrendering to stillness under the paper lanturns. The only other customers, a trio of tomcats, chatted and gathered their coats.
At the front desk stood an otter in a black kimono. Though only as tall as Tess's chin, an air of importance lent her spare inches. Efficient in word and action, she bowed, then led them into the dining area. Within moments, the otter had seated them at a table and padded back to her post.
Erik watched her go, settling cross-legged onto a cushion on the floor. "Guess we don't give her our order."
"Of course not, she's the maître d’."
The golden smirked, perking a floppy ear. "Ôttre d'?"
Tess groaned her pretty groan again. The special one she reserved for his puns.
They sat on cushions on the floor, the walls around them all black lacquer and marble. Beside the table, a raised track ran in a wide horseshoe around the restaurant, made from natural river stones. It supported a babbling stream at table height, the namesake current flowing from one side of the kitchen and re-entering on the other.
"What's with the water?" He sniffed it. Smelled normal. "Some sorta feng shui?"
The jackal's paws swept up with drama. "Oh great golden gaijin, have you never been to a traditional otter sushi joint?"
"Umm, no. How's it different from...?" His question hung in mid-air.
An otter floated past their table, ceramic tray on his tummy, clad only in a red headband. "Welcome to The Current, I'm Hideaki. I'll be one of your servers." He passed them each a hot towel from the tray. "Any beverages to start you off?"
Words stalling on his tongue, the dog buried himself in a study of the condiments.
"I'll have sake." Tess waved the drink menu at her boyfriend. "He will too. Maybe it'll jumpstart his brain."
"Okay, ma'am; I'll be right back around with your drinks." With a few graceful strokes, the otter flowed back into the kitchen.
Erik pointed after him, his finger sketching confusion on air. "Did our waiter just float by? Naked?"
"Mmmhmm." She wiped her paws with the towel. "Cool, huh?"
"Yeah..."
Other otters paddled past, equally unclad. Unable to stop himself, Erik watched them make their sexy orbits. There has to be an anime about this somewhere… Or a hentai.
Another otter cleared her throat. "Do you like my hachimaki?"
Heat flooded his floppy ears. "Yes! No! Umm… I mean I might, but I have a girlfriend!" I am so going to get kicked out, arrested, and possibly scolded by Tess.
The waitress laughed, rolling her eyes to her headband. "I noticed you were looking at it." An easy smile crossed her muzzle. "The kanji on it reads 'konjō' or 'determination.' Unimaginative, I know, but I liked the icon."
A happy cartoon shrimp rose between the lettering like a rising sun. He smiled back at it. "It's very cute."
Chopsticks spun into the jackal's paw with deft ease. "You be careful whose hachimaki you stare at, Erik." She reached over and plucked a few rolls of sushi from the server's tray.
"Should I come back with something different, sir?"
His girlfriend dipped one of the rice-wrapped ones in soy sauce, placing it daintily in her mouth. Her glance tipped back toward their waitress, grinning.
"Ummm… No, I can try some of these." He wielded the chopsticks ill-suited for golden paws.
"Teehee! Careful with the chopsticks, sir. I'm ticklish."
The golden's ears drooped further. "S-sorry."
Tess choked on fish and laughter.
"Occupational hazard. Hold that one like a pencil; there you go. Okay, I’ll be back with the next course of them. Any requests?"
Tess steepled her paws. "Sashimi."
Erik looked up from spearing a fish chunk that had gone rogue. "Yeah, sushi me as well."
Smile unwavering at his pun, she paddled off, her strokes like calligraphy.
Watching her go, the golden sat hypnotized by the sway of her tail. Tearing his eyes away, he found Tess’s already upon him.
“Look how perked your ears are! I really should be jealous of those otters.” Her paw drifted to his, cool and delicate. “But you’re a good dog. You’ll never stray.”
Erik chased a tidbit around the soy sauce tray with sullen resignation. Ears, stay down, okay? “Well, duh. I’m not going to ditch you for any number of sexy otters.”
“So they are sexy?” Ears and eyebrows rose.
“Do we have to talk about this?” Heat crept back into his drooped ears.
“I have other ways of finding out what you think.” She shifted in her seat.
What’s that supposed to mea-- “Eeeeee!” The golden almost jumped out of his fur as the jackal’s foot toyed with his more tender parts. Summoning all his willpower, he squelched any further squeaks. Risking a look down, he saw a familiar tan-and-black footpaw caressing his crotch inappropriately for any restaurant requiring pants, to say nothing of shoes. Wait a minute... "Oh, so I'm required to wear shoes, but you can take yours off whenever you want?"
His girlfriend gave a sinister smile and rubbed his swelling sheath through his pants. He stiffened as the silk of his boxers danced along his emerging tip. It felt nice.
Another otter sailed from the kitchen, on the far side of the channel. Leaning forward to cover his movements, he reached down, capturing Tess’s paw before it got them both in trouble. “What happened to that uptight jackal girl I once knew?”
“She started dating this sweet little golden.” The jackal leaned forward, bumping nosepads. “He’s a bad influence.”
He cobbled together a smile for the benefit of any passing otters. “You’re the one being bad.”
She pressed forward, bumping back into his bulge. “Feels like you’re being very good.”
Uncomfortably comfortable, his grasp on her hind paw faltered. Erik didn't have to see his sheath to know this was a red alert. Resolve crumbling fast, he decided this teasing merited retaliation. Moments later, he'd slipped out of his shoes and traced his way up her pant legs, feeling the muscled calves beneath.
Surprise flared across the jackal's muzzle, but she bumped noses with him again and upped the ante. “You know what the staff here does after hours at a place, right?” Her fingertips drew little hearts on the back of his paw. “All those oversexed otters. Lean, slippery bodies intertwined, paws squeaking against the floor tiles in fits of passion…”
He slipped a hind paw between her thighs, up to the familiar heat of her crotch. He pressed forward, paw pads slipping over the polyester, pressing it against her hot flesh. He gave her rhythmic rubs upward, all the way up her slit.
She rubbed him harder, jostling his balls against the inside of his garments. Heat swam under his fur as he extended further from his sheath. Her gaze became a little dreamy, though the rest of her was dreamy all the time. His lips parted in a soft pant. If she kept this up...
"Ahem."
The cough jolted them from their quite friendly competition.
A waiter drifted past with, delivering their drinks and an amused look. "You know, people usually get rosy-eared after the sake."
It was true. Tess's ears ran as pink as her shirt; Erik's felt even pinker.
Erik open his mouth to reply, but sudden pressure against his emerging member reduced it to a stammer.
The otter's small ears flicked up. "Is he okay?"
"Don't worry about him. He's just a little distracted."
The sleek server studied Erik, then his brown eyes flicked jackalward with a smile. He adjusted his red headband and let the current carry him away in silence.
"Tessie! You'll get us kicked out before we even get full."
"Oh, don't worry. We look pretty upstanding." She spread her toes around his stiff cock. "Besides, part of you feels pretty full already."
He glanced down. A dark stain spread from the tip of the tent of his tan trousers. Escape from this situation would be near-impossible.
Oh, penis, why have you doomed me?
The female waiter sailed around again. "Your sashimi has arrived. I brought some water too." She chuckled at the golden. "You seem to be panting."
Golden paws tweezered a few bits of raw fish off the serving platter, though he pinched one in half when he saw the amusement in her eyes. His eyes fixed on the single stem of purple orchids serving as the tables centerpiece.
Tess, with her greater dexterity, collected the ruined tidbit on her own chops and managed to only lose a few grains of rice in the red pickle-chili sauce before popping it past her smile. "I thought you guys had more of a dim sum setup last time."
"We bring out the color-coded plates for lunch and dinner. Much faster for total up during rushes."
I really should know better than to do this... No longer under the otter’s gaze, the golden pressed his advantage.
"Makes sen--eeeee!" Tess cleared her throat, capturing his hind paw between her thighs. "Err, sense."
"Heh, yes. If you'll excuse me…" Like any good waitress, she knew when to make herself scarce, which she did, vanishing into the kitchen like a good sushi ninja.
Erik felt his ears droop with heat. "They're talking about us back there!"
Tess flashed a toothy grin. "I'm sure it would have come up during the orgy anyway." Her paw pads pressed down on his moist tip.
His eyes closed. "You're just making that up."
The smile widened. "I have a vid to show you later…"
Unable to stand anymore, he drew his wallet and dumped some cash on the table. One furtive scan of the room and he stood, lifting her to her feet as well. He twirled her by the shoulders, and began marching them both toward the door.
"Erik!" A jackal chuckle. "What are you doing?"
"You're providing cover."
"Oh, please. The entire wait staff knows how much blood got pumped to your ears… and elsewhere."
"It's other fluids pumping that I'm worried about. I've soaked through."
"Oh my…" A few playful wags against his cock.
He whined over her shoulder. "I'll get you for this."
"I sure hope so." A few wags more.
"You kids have a good night." Their waitress called after them, a wink in her voice. "Glad you enjoyed yourselves."
The jackal got as far as "Oh, we will!" before Erik dragged her out the door and past the quirked eyebrows of the ôttre d'.
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He raced after her, the stairs provide ample chances to grab some jackal tail.
At an especially sound grope, his jackal girlfriend bounced into the air a few inches. "Eeeeep! I should really be jealous of those otters— they really riled you up."
"They should be jealous of you— you did the riling!" He caught her in his arms, paws caressing her crotch as he nibbled her neck fur, grinding his erection into her muscled rump.
"Erik!" Her giggles came warm and melty. "Not here!"
He wagged, giving little humps against her in the deserted stairwell. "Right, because it's so much better to fondle me in front of a bunch of naked otters."
"It is." Melting against his paws for a moment, she then turn and took him by the paw. "Come on— this is our floor."
They hurried down the hall. Closing the door after them, Erik paused only to kick off his shoes before his paws dove into her clothing. Jackal giggles filled the room as his wide tongue slathered her muzzle in affection. Her dry fur tickled his tongue. Fur hot, ears hotter, the retriever nibbled down her chest fur as he unbuttoned her shirt. His lover gasped, leaning back against the wall. After freeing her from her panties and dress pants, he rose to nuzzle her. The shirt dropped from her shoulders. Her paws ran tracks through his fur. A chilled tingle ran under his pelt. She tilted her head and kissed him, inviting him, daring his tongue to venture into her muzzle. He didn't pass up the opportunity.
She unzipped his pants and pushed aside his silken boxers. Extending fully from his sheath, the canine's naked member rubbed through the fur of her stomach, dribbling trails of hot precum. She arched against him, grinding against the hard member. He broke the kiss, letting her breath and scent wash over him, one paw running through her black head fur. I love this girl.
Before he could even speak, she lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist. Taking the cue, he lifted her by the rump.
As their bodies pressed together, he gave her a suave wink. “This has nothing to do with otters.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know.”
They shared the breathless chuckle of lovers as she straddled his hips. He leaned forward, dizzy with pleasure, balancing against the wall. His girlfriend, however, lost no time in reaching down a dainty paw and positioning him for penetration.
Tess eased herself onto his erection, gyrating in his arms as she descended. As her vaginal lips kissed the delicate flesh of his sheath, she paused, panting, before flexing down the entire length of his canine cock.
Eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation of her muscles working over his tender flesh, the golden whined, knees shaking. How am I supposed to hold her up while she does that?
She laid her muzzle against his neck, her jackal passage clutching at his pulsing length. His paws drifted to the curve of her back, between the heat of her body and the cool of the wall.
From the swirl of sensations painting his mind, he managed to distill a shuddering whisper: "You feel really good."
Her tail swayed between his paws. Before she met me, she never wagged. The thought made him kiss the curve of her throat. She responded with a shiver, both inside and out.
Claws digging into the carpet, he buried himself inside her. He managed a few shallow thrusts, bouncing her off his hips.
A gentle paw cupped his cheek, her brown eyes glinting need and affection. "Erik, honey, take me to the bed."
Nodding, he held her in careful arms, as if she were the most important thing ever to be. Since she is. He staggered to the bed and sat down. The mattress creaked under the concentrated weight. Laying his muzzle atop her breasts, he breathed in the scent of her arousal. Arms and legs around him, muzzle against his ear, tail beating between his knees: her familiar fur composed the sum of his world.
She bounced in his lap, slippery and clutching. Wet heat trickled down his sheath, soaking the fluff of his sac. He glanced down to see her pussy sliding up and down his cock, both cast in the sunset light. The ember cast of evening set a glow to their well-lubricated flesh, as if it radiated their passion. A single glance up drew him into the coffee-colored depths of her eyes, burning hazel, light fading and fervor soaring with each plunge.
He turned around, laying them both down atop the bed. With her legs wrapped around him, his thrusts ran up the length of her body, rather than plunging deep within her from straight above. Every thrust caused their fur to intermingle, silk gold interleaving with coarser beige. After a few thrusts, her legs loosened their grip, allowing him greater room to maneuver, though her paws hooked under his arms and reached up to caress his swaying ears. Pressing forward on his toes, he ground the base of his cock into her clit. The hot nub of flesh pressed hard against his sheath, wiggling it back and forth over his impending knot.
Final flares of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the cityscape, causing Erik to close his eyes. Bathed in a warm glow, he thrusted into the familiar depths of his darling jackal’s body. Resting on his elbows, he slipped his paws up to support her head as he felt the first friction of his swelling knot entering and exiting her. The blankets ruffled under their barrage, the mattress rebounding every time she thrust back against him.
His knot bumped against her reddened lips. Gold-furred balls brushed back and forth over the sodden base of her tail.
Tess yapped in ecstasy. Her legs spread wide, heels digging into the mattress as her back arched. He felt himself rise a little off the bed. He felt her clit, stiff and hot, press through the fur over his pubic bone. A jolt ran through her gasping form. Her tan jaws opened, muzzle tipped back, whole body going rigid. Her vaginal walls clenched down on him as her legs pulled him deep inside her.
A wag. She's so cute when she comes.
He held her shuddering form against him until he felt her muzzle brush his. Opening his eyes, he saw her panting, ears down, brown eyes endless in their affection, saying more deeply than words ever could that she loved him, that he was hers. The muscles of her passage fluttered around his stiff canine length, causing both his pride and his knot to swell. In the midst of their lovemaking, he wagged.
They moved as one, passion blazing as the evening colors flared to deep reds around them. Passion surged up his shaft, driving his knot deep within her one last time. His balls pulled tight against his body, dragging through her most intimate fur. Her paws moved to his back, stroking his fur. Ecstasy boiled through his being, and as the first spurt of canine cum shot up through his member--
She scritched him.
A gasp.
He shuddered into her.
Talented claws scratched through his fur in a steady buzz of pleasure and itched away every worry in the world as a sheet-grabbing climax surged through his loins in a torrent of semen and sensation. He howled her name as he deposited blast after blast of canine cream into her waiting, slippery folds. His knot swelled with his racing heart, bulging behind her labia and sealing their combined juices inside. Muscles clenching from anus to balls to cock, his body surrendered to ghosts of ejaculations, his seed long since depleted.
They lay panting together, tied by bonds of love and flesh, as the evening shades cooled around them. Their bedspread lay in shambles; their hearts beat together; and, ever so gentle, Tess reached up to take his paw in hers.
The tuckered retriever blushed deeper still. Burying his face against her pointed ear, he breathed: “I love you, Tess.”
A squeeze on his paw, tranquil and tender. In a voice that stirred his every dream, she echoed: “Love you too.”
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Hours later, Erik awoke to a rumble in his stomach. Cuddling closer, he pressed his muzzle to his beloved jackal’s ear and asked: “Do you think Torpedo Subs would still be open?”
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