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If you've read the FA post then there's nothing more that this adds. Unless you love me enough to take the same words to the eyeparts twice in a single lifetime. :D\n\nOoh, interesting thing I just remembered. The two obviously non-english characters in the story are there specifically to mimic a sound without having to spell it phonetically in the story. It's a way in which I sometimes refer to the land of animu. Although nobody but me would get this from the scan it's supposed to sound off like \"Yah-PAN\"(-de), like saying 'Japan' in what I think of as a Japanese accent with maybe a bit of some rare form of European. (The characters are part of the kanji and are actually said \"Nee-hoh-n\", Japanese for Japan. It's humourosly tongue-in-cheek, I swear!)\n\nIf you haven't read what follows then I thank you for your patience, carry on until the bleeding starts. If it doesn't stop in five minutes please consult your local physician. \n\n- - - - - - -\n\nInteresting story behind this short tale. Well, I think it's interesting anyway.\n\nIt originally started as a first person story one day when I got back from work tuckered out but in need of some serious venting and ended up with a difficultly tame night of solo expression. I just started writing whatever I wanted different from what was happening then and there instead of a story that was mostly cooked inside my head in a universe that I'd painstakingly had trouble building.\n\nAfter a few passes and extrapolating what I wrote that night I became vaguely unhappy and experimented a little farther than I normally do. I'm happy with it now as second person and I think I did okay although I haven't had much experience so it ended up here. Check the end of the tags, it's true, though it shames me to admit it. (Psst I wrote this in reference to the joke tags 'I totally just learnt what spooning meant while writing this'. It's still weird to have that out here) ._.\n\nHope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing! Feedback - especially the helpful kind - is wildly appreciated, even if not replied to. As I understand it any beginner who doesn't squee over any comment at all (Even a simple if somewhat TMI 'I came') is mad and fibbing to themself.\n\nPS I do actually have some of the next morning's antics written down but it's decidedly more kinky and still in first person. Didn't include it just 'cause it feels like a different type of story altogether. Sorry!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Yay, cross-posting for max exposure! If you've read the FA post then there's nothing more that this adds. Unless you love me enough to take the same words to the eyeparts twice in a single lifetime. :D

Ooh, interesting thing I just remembered. The two obviously non-english characters in the story are there specifically to mimic a sound without having to spell it phonetically in the story. It's a way in which I sometimes refer to the land of animu. Although nobody but me would get this from the scan it's supposed to sound off like "Yah-PAN"(-de), like saying 'Japan' in what I think of as a Japanese accent with maybe a bit of some rare form of European. (The characters are part of the kanji and are actually said "Nee-hoh-n", Japanese for Japan. It's humourosly tongue-in-cheek, I swear!)

If you haven't read what follows then I thank you for your patience, carry on until the bleeding starts. If it doesn't stop in five minutes please consult your local physician.

- - - - - - -

Interesting story behind this short tale. Well, I think it's interesting anyway.

It originally started as a first person story one day when I got back from work tuckered out but in need of some serious venting and ended up with a difficultly tame night of solo expression. I just started writing whatever I wanted different from what was happening then and there instead of a story that was mostly cooked inside my head in a universe that I'd painstakingly had trouble building.

After a few passes and extrapolating what I wrote that night I became vaguely unhappy and experimented a little farther than I normally do. I'm happy with it now as second person and I think I did okay although I haven't had much experience so it ended up here. Check the end of the tags, it's true, though it shames me to admit it. (Psst I wrote this in reference to the joke tags 'I totally  just learnt what spooning meant while writing this'. It's still weird to have that out here) ._.

Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing! Feedback - especially the helpful kind - is wildly appreciated, even if not replied to. As I understand it any beginner who doesn't squee over any comment at all (Even a simple if somewhat TMI 'I came') is mad and fibbing to themself.

PS I do actually have some of the next morning's antics written down but it's decidedly more kinky and still in first person. Didn't include it just 'cause it feels like a different type of story altogether. Sorry!", "writing": "Only A Touch of Blush\n\nYou fumble the key through the locked door, so tired, leaning on the wooden surface. It has been a long stretch this work cycle. Doubtlessly your shift mates will be doing the same thing at each of their own apartments. Your right knee and hips ache from the never-ending run of messages and objects. It’s been a right pain, but at least a pain that is over.\n\n The lock tumblers clunk out of the way and you sigh with something between relief and acceptance. There isn’t much point grumbling now. It is over and you have the good rest of tonight and plenty of tomorrow to make up with him. Or if he’s already gone you could walk in, feet up and knock out.\n\nDiscarding keys, bag and shirt to the dining table you hear the humming of a small fan, most likely a laptop. Could be, maybe, he’s still awake? You flex your shoulders, unencumbered by anything for the first time in four days, fur ripping with a shiver of delight. You lick the side of your nose.\n\nYour beau has playing at cute. Walking in, you see he’s slipped into a collar, a loose shirt with a fluffy cloth diaper just barely visible. A chemical light - one out of a box you nicked from work – is hanging from the tag loop of the collar, casting its soft glow over the room. He is dozing, famously fluffy tail curled reflexively around the diaper seat and over his legs. He is hugging, gently mouthing on a pillow, ears attentively perked in some dreamscape. The laptop is at the foot of the bed and you can see a video chat stream open, still going.\n\nWhile sliding quietly onto the bed a stream of soundless notifications start as people watching notice the camera suddenly jump about. The screen was pointed at his feet so you adjust upwards to give a better angle. A bunch of questions appear in the chat, excited ‘Howzit?’s from the old guard subscribers that recognise you.\n\n[i]Shhh . . . not so loud. You’ve had your time with him before I got back. My turn now.[/i]\n\nYou put a finger to your muzzle, teasing a wink before closing the laptop and moving it onto the bedside table. You slide over the covers next to him but he stirs before you can get all the way into bed. You were just going to hug him to sleep. A tiny whimper squeaks out and he makes to stretch as you get your arm around him.\n\n[i]Hey there, pup. I’m back.[/i]\n\nHe yawns and rolled around to face me, giving a lethargic smile and raising a paw to stroke my jaw. The soft light played off his drowsy crystalline green eyes and short whiskers, looks like it was a long day for him too.\n\n“I see you.”\n\n[i]How’s my favourite 日本-de fluffy butt?[/i]\n\nHe throws you a annoyed glare which quickly deepens to a blush. Maybe he’s just realised that you just walked in on him sleeping with a diaper and looking silly. It isn’t something you often catch; the once or twice you have caught him up to today petrified him and after he’d process what happened, had him bolting out of the room.\n\n“I’ll, um, go change out. Just give me a minute.”\n\n[i]Stay. Snugs. Three weeks sentence, no trials, no appeal.[/i]\n\n“Stop it! You’re being an ass.”\n\n[i]Oh, stop squirming around and be quiet. You like. Flushing even redder. It doesn’t help your case.[/i]\n\n His chest fur bristles as you run you knuckles up and down through his middle. \n\n[i]Come here.[/i]\n\n“Mhmm!” he wordlessly crawls and wriggles his back to you and slides back into your chest, curling in and hugging his pillow tighter. You look down over his shoulder and lick his cheek, flopping your tail across his tail and his leg. He curls around his pillow, wriggling again, deeper into your chest fur.\n\n[i]Are you in the mood for a little grown up fun?[/i]\n\nHe nods quietly and chews on the pillow.\n\n“I- I got clean earlier. I thought I might want to use a toy tonight.”\n\n[i]You mean one of the toys we keep in my cupboard drawer?[/i]\n\n“Um . . .”\n\n[i]When a master’s away his pets will play, is that right? ‘Been a naughty little pup, haven’t you?[/i]\n\nHis heartbeat is rising. Your fingers walk down, pulling the waistband of his padding down just enough out of the way for his bum, the water proof backing wrinkles against your fingers. You ease out of your own pants and your cock pops out with a little encouragement. He is nervous, trembling, probably anticipating a rough night ahead. It would be a shame to disappoint.\n\nHis squeaks muffle into the pillow as you press insistently against his ring, slowly working in under his tail. You get your arms under his, lifting him onto your belly as you roll onto your back. Muttering words of encouragement, you lock his shoulders back as he squirms again, just an inch in, and arcs his back a little to try and find a more comfortable angle. He sighs when you eventually hilt inside him, relaxing properly into your arms.\n\nYou slowly slide in and out, never really pulling out past halfway. Your position doesn’t abide use of your full length, but the little shiba on your stomach seems to be enjoying himself anyway. You whisper a private moan into his ear and tested a short thrust. Your forming knot slips into him without problems but the little guy yelps as though you were equipped with a softball with rope attached. You hush his ear and kept going. He pants little crumbs of noise, stifled complaints.\n\nPopping in and out of him is slowly becoming a challenge. Through the ragged huffs and yips of pain your knot has finally swelled too big to slide easily into him. You endeavour with the usable inch left, his panicky protests more frequent as you stretch him open every time you ram your knot up with every feint at a tie. Your breathing is getting a little ragged too and the desire for climax clouding your judgement, squashing a desire to try continuing for a while longer to see if he squirms more.\n\nYou jackhammer in and out of his lithe form. Quiet crinkles audible as your balls swing against the back of his diaper. The chem light flops around, bouncing off his muzzle and your nose. His whimpering had stepped up an octave and become yippy and urgent. It’s becoming difficult to hold off your climax. Time to tie, hopefully he already knows it is coming.\n\nYou heave and squeeze your knot through his ring and with a bark he comes, hard, thrusting out. After a pop his tight tailhole clenches down just past your knot. He pulls out, frantically humping the air in front of him. You nip at his cheek and press his belly down onto your cock, pushing deeper, warming his bowels with your seed.\n\nHe crumples a little as you jerk one last time into him. A quick shake confirms that he’s passed out. You can feel the blanket of sleep likewise and, grudgingly, the beginnings of giving in. You’ll clean up and talk properly over breakfast cereal. You smirk quietly just before going under; you were good enough to knock him out tonight. With your arms under his and hugging his chest and still buried deep you start whiting out.\n\nHe’d try and untangle himself without waking you later, definitely wincing tomorrow and with an actual reason for the diaper of his. Maybe you’d make him keep it on if you woke up first. After all, puppies aren’t good with self-control and he might just leak [i]you[/i] all over the couch . . .\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Only A Touch of Blush

You fumble the key through the locked door, so tired, leaning on the wooden surface. It has been a long stretch this work cycle. Doubtlessly your shift mates will be doing the same thing at each of their own apartments. Your right knee and hips ache from the never-ending run of messages and objects. It’s been a right pain, but at least a pain that is over.

 The lock tumblers clunk out of the way and you sigh with something between relief and acceptance. There isn’t much point grumbling now. It is over and you have the good rest of tonight and plenty of tomorrow to make up with him.  Or if he’s already gone you could walk in, feet up and knock out.

Discarding keys, bag and shirt to the dining table you hear the humming of a small fan, most likely a laptop. Could be, maybe, he’s still awake? You flex your shoulders, unencumbered by anything for the first time in four days, fur ripping with a shiver of delight. You lick the side of your nose.

Your beau has playing at cute. Walking in, you see he’s slipped into a collar, a loose shirt with a fluffy cloth diaper just barely visible. A chemical light - one out of a box you nicked from work – is hanging from the tag loop of the collar, casting its soft glow over the room. He is dozing, famously fluffy tail curled reflexively around the diaper seat and over his legs. He is hugging, gently mouthing on a pillow, ears attentively perked in some dreamscape. The laptop is at the foot of the bed and you can see a video chat stream open, still going.

While sliding quietly onto the bed a stream of soundless notifications start as people watching notice the camera suddenly jump about. The screen was pointed at his feet so you adjust upwards to give a better angle. A bunch of questions appear in the chat, excited ‘Howzit?’s from the old guard subscribers that recognise you.

Shhh . . . not so loud. You’ve had your time with him before I got back. My turn now.

You put a finger to your muzzle, teasing a wink before closing the laptop and moving it onto the bedside table. You slide over the covers next to him but he stirs before you can get all the way into bed. You were just going to hug him to sleep. A tiny whimper squeaks out and he makes to stretch as you get your arm around him.

Hey there, pup. I’m back.

He yawns and rolled around to face me, giving a lethargic smile and raising a paw to stroke my jaw. The soft light played off his drowsy crystalline green eyes and short whiskers, looks like it was a long day for him too.

“I see you.”

How’s my favourite 日本-de fluffy butt?

He throws you a annoyed glare which quickly deepens to a blush. Maybe he’s just realised that you just walked in on him sleeping with a diaper and looking silly. It isn’t something you often catch; the once or twice you have caught him up to today petrified him and after he’d process what happened, had him bolting out of the room.

“I’ll, um, go change out. Just give me a minute.”

Stay. Snugs. Three weeks sentence, no trials, no appeal.

“Stop it! You’re being an ass.”

Oh, stop squirming around and be quiet. You like. Flushing even redder. It doesn’t help your case.

 His chest fur bristles as you run you knuckles up and down through his middle.

Come here.

“Mhmm!” he wordlessly crawls and wriggles his back to you and slides back into your chest, curling in and hugging his pillow tighter. You look down over his shoulder and lick his cheek, flopping your tail across his tail and his leg. He curls around his pillow, wriggling again, deeper into your chest fur.

Are you in the mood for a little grown up fun?

He nods quietly and chews on the pillow.

“I- I got clean earlier. I thought I might want to use a toy tonight.”

You mean one of the toys we keep in my cupboard drawer?

“Um . . .”

When a master’s away his pets will play, is that right? ‘Been a naughty little pup, haven’t you?

His heartbeat is rising. Your fingers walk down, pulling the waistband of his padding down just enough out of the way for his bum, the water proof backing wrinkles against your fingers. You ease out of your own pants and your cock pops out with a little encouragement. He is nervous, trembling, probably anticipating a rough night ahead. It would be a shame to disappoint.

His squeaks muffle into the pillow as you press insistently against his ring, slowly working in under his tail. You get your arms under his, lifting him onto your belly as you roll onto your back. Muttering words of encouragement, you lock his shoulders back as he squirms again, just an inch in, and arcs his back a little to try and find a more comfortable angle. He sighs when you eventually hilt inside him, relaxing properly into your arms.

You slowly slide in and out, never really pulling out past halfway. Your position doesn’t abide use of your full length, but the little shiba on your stomach seems to be enjoying himself anyway. You whisper a private moan into his ear and tested a short thrust. Your forming knot slips into him without problems but the little guy yelps as though you were equipped with a softball with rope attached. You hush his ear and kept going. He pants little crumbs of noise, stifled complaints.

Popping in and out of him is slowly becoming a challenge. Through the ragged huffs and yips of pain your knot has finally swelled too big to slide easily into him. You endeavour with the usable inch left, his panicky protests more frequent as you stretch him open every time you ram your knot up with every feint at a tie. Your breathing is getting a little ragged too and the desire for climax clouding your judgement, squashing a desire to try continuing for a while longer to see if he squirms more.

You jackhammer in and out of his lithe form. Quiet crinkles audible as your balls swing against the back of his diaper. The chem light flops around, bouncing off his muzzle and your nose. His whimpering had stepped up an octave and become yippy and urgent. It’s becoming difficult to hold off your climax. Time to tie, hopefully he already knows it is coming.

You heave and squeeze your knot through his ring and with a bark he comes, hard, thrusting out. After a pop his tight tailhole clenches down just past your knot. He pulls out, frantically humping the air in front of him. You nip at his cheek and press his belly down onto your cock, pushing deeper, warming his bowels with your seed.

He crumples a little as you jerk one last time into him. A quick shake confirms that he’s passed out. You can feel the blanket of sleep likewise and, grudgingly, the beginnings of giving in. You’ll clean up and talk properly over breakfast cereal. You smirk quietly just before going under; you were good enough to knock him out tonight. With your arms under his and hugging his chest and still buried deep you start whiting out.

He’d try and untangle himself without waking you later, definitely wincing tomorrow and with an actual reason for the diaper of his. Maybe you’d make him keep it on if you woke up first. After all, puppies aren’t good with self-control and he might just leak you all over the couch . . .

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