Little Bug
So yeah, it's been ages since I really wrote anything smutty; time to amend that with the story behind [this image!](%5C)
Wanted to branch out a little, and since I regularly end up with a strong female lead, this time that role is flipped and our male protagonist takes a (very) dominating role - although admittedly only on special request of his partner.
Interestingly, I had 95% of this written the day before discovering the arrival of [Razee](%5C) on this site - one of the few furry authors who actually does dom/sub right because he gets that it's not about forcing yourself on someone, but rather taking total responsibility for someone else and making their pleasure your problem, pushing them in ways they might not normally go without breaking the trust they have in you to not go too far and keeping them willingly submissive. Special mention because his approach to this little niche is partially responsible for the mindset for this story, as well as [Unexpected Company (2006)](%5C) and [A Matter of Faith (2007)](%5C) :)
Standard disclaimer: this story contains consenting and explicit sex between furry characters. If you don't like that, bugger off, don't read it, and don't contact me about it.
Little Bug
Busy.
All nine of the university's coffee bars were invariably busy at half past twelve. Even the little quiet one near the physics department - the one that through the rest of the day might pass as unknown by the majority of students - would be queued from the counter to the door, despite every table, and even some of the spaces between, already being occupied.
In one corner, a tall tiger kept his legs outstretched under the table, heels firmly planted on the chair opposite, ignoring the glances of those around by keeping his head behind this week's copy of New Physicist. There were certain times when it had to be impressed on those around you that a seat was reserved. Besides, two of the table's original four chairs had already made their way across the room, and a café table with just one seat always looked ridiculous. Clearly he owed it to the table not to allow that to happen.
Turning the page, his eye caught on the phrase "hadron collider" and for a few minutes he lost himself in the article - so much so that he didn't look up until someone wiggled his shoe.
"Hi Jack."
And there was his excuse to not hog the other seat! Only half an hour later than she said she would be, June Flowers smiled down at him, listing slightly to one side under the weight of a bag that seemed to be bursting with textbooks and binders.
"Hey Summer," he beamed, waiting for her to let go of his toes before pulling his feet down off the chair. To his surprise, she moved it around next to his, huffing out a breath and leaning her head against his shoulder as she sat. "You ok?" he asked, mildly concerned.
"Mmm."
"Rough day?"
"Mmm."
"Gonna tell me?"
"Group work," the vixen sighed. "I think I've spent the entire morning telling people what to do because they either don't want to think about it, or can't agree. All day making choices and judgements for other people, and now I feel responsible if it all goes wrong! Like it's my fault they don't read up beforehand! Argh, I hate it!" Slumping, the vixen let her forehead rest against the edge of the table. "I don't wanna make decisions for everyone, I can barely manage me," she finished quietly.
Jack chuckled, patting her back gently.
"Not hungry?" he asked, noticing that she hadn't stopped at the food counter on her way over.
"I don't know what I want," she told him quietly. "I can't think anymore, I don't want to choose," she said, sitting up, biting her lip as she looked up at him. "Can I come home with you? When you're done here?"
The tiger smiled gently. "Well of course you can... Little Bug?"
June felt a little shiver run down her spine at the name. Jack was hardly short of nicknames for her, but this particular one held more meaning than most. While usually confident, outgoing, and almost tomboyish in her nature, there was a certain side to the vixen that most of the world never saw. It was a side of her that didn't push for anything she wanted, that didn't like to make suggestions or come up with ideas, a part of her that wished only to be looked after, to not be expected to think too hard and in exchange, to make someone happy by doing all the things they asked of her.
It was just typical of Jack to name it. June Bug had become Little June Bug, had become Little Bug, a name and code word that could be used discretely and publicly.
Watching with mild amusement, the tiger saw his friend actually blush as she nodded. They both knew she didn't have to nod, but she did, and he understood completely. Leaning down, he brushed the top of her head with the blunt end of his muzzle.
"I've got a meeting with my post-grad supervisor after lunch," he said quietly. "Probably take an hour, maybe two, but after that I'll be heading home. Why don't you take my keys," he went on, reaching into a pocket, "and head over there now. Julie couldn't make it over yesterday so there's some leftover pasta in the fridge, you can microwave that up for yourself. And if you're bored, there's always some washing up or ironing to be done," he finished, winking.
To his surprise, she simply nodded.
"You sure you're ok?"
The vixen nodded again, smiling rather timidly, but meeting his eyes.
"All right, well, you better head off then," he told her, handing over his keys. "No sense you hanging around here listening to me talk nonsense."
"Ok," she murmured, nodding and standing.
"See you soon."
"Mmm."
Smiling, Jack watched as she picked up her bag, heaved it onto a shoulder, and headed out the door. Strange girl, was June; always seemed to be at an extreme. One minute she'd be bubbly, then bossy, then gloomy, then silly, then just wanting to be told what to do. But whatever her mood, she maintained a steadfast kindness of heart, wanting only the best for her friends, acting only with good intentions, and it was this that endeared her to others. If Little Bug she wanted to be today, then Little Bug she would be treated as.
June had always liked Jack's apartment. Third floor in a block owned by the university, rented only to postgraduates, with a nice view over the park and neighbours that were mature enough not to keep you awake all night, but young and tolerant enough not to mind if they overheard a little music or TV during daylight hours. It was one of those lovely old buildings that didn't seem to have been built to any particular plan - a turret on one side, a curved wall on another, three floors at the back and four at the front, and it gave it a charm that was entirely lacking in more modern structures. Of course, having over two hundred years of history, the building did not possess a lift, but the resulting stair climbing did tend to have a beneficial effect on the health of the residents.
Letting herself in, she poked around for a few minutes. She knew Jack wouldn't mind, and it was just such a nice flat to nose around in - it had an odd little L-shaped layout with unexpected alcoves and one of those quaint free-standing baths with the gigantic shower head vertically above. This was something that she, and Jack's long time girlfriend Julie both enjoyed immensely - occasionally at the same time, but most often just as something to luxuriate under in privacy, accompanied only by a glass of wine, and possibly some chocolate.
Dropping off her backpack in a corner of the living room, she caught sight of one of Jack's shirts draped over the back of the sofa. Just a simple, plain, white shirt, suitably sized for six-foot-nine of broad-chested tiger, but it gave her an idea.
She heard Jack pause as he entered the apartment, perhaps caught out by the soft music that she had set playing, or maybe trying to locate the source of the light scents of pine and sandalwood that were drifting on the air. His footsteps told her he wasn't directly approaching, and she quickly reached out to the video camera she had set at the side of the room, assuring herself that the recording light was on before resuming her current task.
"Little Bug?" she giggled as she heard him calling softly for her in the living room - which was empty except for incense sticks and music. "Little Bug?" She could hear him checking the bathroom and bedroom next, followed by a few clunks as he divested himself of the contents of his pockets, wallet, watch, keys, phone, loose change, and other paraphernalia that Jack typically carried around with him.
What she didn't hear was the tiger leaving his shoes in the hall before very quietly padding into the doorway of the kitchen behind her, watching her for a few seconds, intrigued, as she continued to work, head down and focussed on the dishes. Of at least equal intrigue was that she had swapped her t-shirt and jeans for one of his shirts, which hung down half way to her knees, and a little pink cat-collar with a silver bell that jingled quietly whenever she moved. Under her feet was Julie's "aerobics step," a simple and probably pointless little device, but which lifted the vixen six inches higher than she would normally stand. And as for the camera sitting rather brazenly on the work surface... well if she wanted it mentioning, she probably would do, and if she had wanted to hide it, she would probably have done so...
As long as the vixen did neither, it looked like Little Bug wanted to play.
Backing away as quietly as only cats can manage, the tiger tiptoed back into his bedroom, very quietly opening a bedside drawer while whistling cheerily to let her know his location, but not his activity. Smiling, and with a new addition to his pocket, he let her hear his footfalls has he approached the kitchen again.
"Oh, hey, Little Bug," he said, leaning into the kitchen for - as far as June knew - the first time. He stopped, arms folded as his leaned against the door frame, seemingly bemused to find her elbow deep in hot water and bubbles.
"You... really didn't have to do that, you know," he said softly, and she nodded, eyes flickering back towards him for a moment. He watched her for several long seconds, quite entranced by the submissiveness of her posture, tail low, head down but ears attentive, listening for whatever he might say.
"Did you eat, Little Bug?" he asked quietly, padding up behind her, leaning over her, his hands resting on the edge of the sink to either side of her arms.
"Mmm," she nodded.
"Good girl. Are you happy?"
"Mmm," she nodded again, turning her head a little to glance back at him, giggling as he planted a soft kiss on the side of her muzzle.
"And do you remember your safe word?"
Eyes closing for a few moments, June shivered all the way from the nape of her neck to the tip of her tail as he nuzzled between her ears, licking softly at her fur and leaving her in no doubt as to what he wanted from her.
"Yes..."
"Say it if I'm wrong about why you're standing here in my house," he told her, voice low but powerful. "Say it if you aren't here to do everything I tell you. Say it if you aren't mine until dawn. Say it if you wouldn't do the same for Julie as you would for me. Say it if you're mine but not hers."
June whimpered softly, pushing herself back against his chest, feeling one strong arm wrap around her middle, holding her protectively as he chuckled.
"Do you have anything to say, Little Bug?" he asked quietly, pressing his muzzle against her ear, turning her head until she three-quarter faced the camera without giving any impression that he had even noticed it was there.
"No..." she told the lens, shivering in the tiger's warm grasp, knowing that she would have committed herself to the both of them, understanding that they were the couple, she was the friend, knowing that she would have done anything for either of them... and loving the feeling.
"Good girl. There's still dirty dishes..."
"Mmm," June nodded, realising that she had stopped, hands flat against the bottom of the sink. Her breath caught for a moment as she felt one strong hand slip down her flank, across her bottom, down to the hem of her shirt.
"Don't mind me, Little Bug. You have your job."
Up past the base of her tail came the shirt, folded to lie across the small of her back as she leaned over the sink, bottom exposed, underwear on display to the room. Thank goodness she had closed the kitchen blind when she came in! She huffed out a breath as he hugged her tightly, both arms around her, his height advantage enough to rest his chin on her head even with the step under her feet. So safe in his arms... she felt his hips bump her bottom, slow, gentle, rolling, blue denim against pink cotton. Biting her lip, she held back a whimper as his hands cupped her chest, strong fingers covering her completely, shielding, desiring, oh god!
She knew he wanted her, she could feel him, the growing heat wrapped in thick denim pressing against her soft bottom. Eyes still on the plates in the sink, she felt one arm loose its hold on her, a hearing the clink of a belt button a moment later. Underwear on underwear, cotton on cotton, the thinner garment doing nothing to hide the feel of his body against hers. His hand cupped her and she moaned, her tail flagging behind her, trapped between their bodies.
"You're soaking," he whispered, and she flushed at the truthfulness of it.
His hands moved, fingers tracing the centre line between her legs until they reached the waistband of her panties, unfastening the button over her tail, tugging sharply downwards, baring her to him - and he was on her, his hips against bottom, his body within hers.
For a moment, her body went rigid, the sudden, deep intrusion forcing an animal grunt of pure passion past her lips. He leaned over her, one hand on the sink, one arm around her waist, holding her immobile, her hands pawing at the soapy water. She wanted to ask him to move, to plead with him to take her, hard, fast, now - but she was his, and so were the rules. Breathing heavily, shaking, June reached to the side and found another dirty glass, pulling it into the sink, carefully cleaning it with the dishcloth.
"Good girl, Little Bug, good girl," he murmured, nuzzling her ear.
He continued to hold her, nibbling her ears, licking the back of her head, gently rocking his hips to make her gasp, all the while telling her she was a good girl, reminding her she had a job to do, watching over her shoulder as she slowly washed plate after mug after bowl. He could feel the tension building in her, the shortening of her breaths, the shake of her knees. Another minute, perhaps, was all she would need.
But then, that wasn't the game.
"Keep going," he told her quietly, waiting for her nod before backing away, slipping from her, smiling at her whimper of disappointment. Reaching down to his pocket - now somewhere around his knees, he pulled out the little tube of lubricant he had retrieved from the bedroom earlier, drizzling it liberally onto himself, smiling at the turn of the vixen's ears, knowing she was confused and wanted to know what he was doing, but was expected not to ask. "Hush now, Little Bug."
She gasped when his fingers touched under her tail, slippery cool and entirely unexpected, but moments later she had relaxed, as a good girl should. Unable to help shifting her feet as he probed gently into her, June bit her lip and tried to focus on a particularly sticky pan. He took his time with her, letting her relax fully, waiting until she seemed completely comfortable before withdrawing that digit. Stepping up behind her once more, seeing her racking up the pan on the draining board, he dipped his hand into the soapy water, smiling as she took hold of it and washed him.
"You should change that water," he murmured into her ear, and she nodded, pulling the plug and towelling his fingers for good measure. "You're a good girl, Little Bug," he told her, and she bit her lip, nodding.
She tensed again when she felt his tip press against her, and he waited, petting her flanks, caressing her chest through her shirt, both of them watching the water swirl away. Only when she was turning the taps on again, relaxed in his arms did he move, just an inch, pressing up under her tail.
"Shh, it's ok, Little Bug," he told her gently, feeling her shiver. "Do you have something to say?"
June shook her head, whining through her nose. She was his tonight and she wanted him in whatever way he wanted her.
The tiger went as slowly as he had with his fingers - slower, even, holding her tightly against his chest as he gradually nudged himself deeper into her, each thrust a mere quarter inch deeper than the last, nuzzling her, kissing her fur, telling her how good she was being. By the time his hips met her bottom they were both panting, and her knees trembled as she kept a tight grip on a plastic spatula under the water's surface.
He was the biggest she had ever taken this way, and it had taken a long time to work up to the point where she could. Even now, while it didn't actually hurt, she wasn't really comfortable, but she kept quiet. Every part of it, love and lust, praise and criticism, pleasure and pain, she wanted it all, wanted to prove to him how much she would do for him, to show him what a good girl she was, to have him protect her in return, to have him take away all choices and thoughts, to allow her to just be.
He reached down her legs, finding her panties, tugging them back up as far as he could, pulling damp cotton between her legs while keeping his access under her tail.
June picked up the next bowl and began to wash it.
"Good girl."
The tiger's arm tightened around her and she felt his breath run hot through her fur as he pressed his nose to the back of her head. His hips rocked slowly against her bottom, gently, delicately, a motion designed to please and soothe rather than to satisfy his own lusts. For a few seconds he pulled back, almost all the way, only to press forward again, motion now aided by even more cool lube. So slick now, she could relax more easily, discomfort fading to a dull fullness, a deep warmth that told her just how much he loved her body.
Spoon. Plate. Knife. Fork. Pan. He caught the tip of her ear between his lips, tugging at her, his breathing losing regularity, becoming more ragged. She knew he was close.
His hand left the sink, biceps suddenly under her armpits, pulling her upright, her hands barely able to find purchase against the edge of work surface, her feet lifted an inch above the step, her entire weight supported by his embrace and the deep pressure inside her. Whimpering, June rolled her hips back against him as she felt his climax bloom, pulses of warmth filling her insides as his hot breath washed over her neck.
"Damn your tight little bug butt..."
Panting into her fur, Jack tried to blink away the specks of light that filled his vision. Realising he was still holding the vixen in the air, he gently set her down again upon the step, hugging her tightly for a minute or two as she resumed her task with complete obedience. Nudging her face around with a finger, he caught her eye.
"You ok, Little Bug?" he asked gently, and she nodded, smiling. "Good girl." He let his cheek rest against the back of her head for a few moments before adding. "I think I'll go take a shower while you finish up. Oh and the place could use a little hoovering after you're done."
He tugged her underwear back up after he withdrew, then pulled her shirt back down to the middle of her thighs, leaving her outwardly the same as when he had come home, if perhaps a little dishevelled.
June glanced after him as he left, still with half a mountain of washing up to do, unsatisfied, wet underwear sticking to the fur between her legs, filmed on camera... and absolutely loving it.
She was a good girl today.
By the time she had finished washing the dishes - getting the pads of her fingers thoroughly wrinkled in the process - and hoovered the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, Jack had settled himself onto the three-seater sofa, of which he took up about half. Even reclining in shorts and scruffy t-shirt, June thought he looked fantastic, broad shoulders and thick arms that promised strength and safety, legs that wouldn't quit after ten miles... He glanced up at her and she blushed, hastily moving around to the back of the room with the hoover. He only looked at her once more, when she needed him to move his feet, returning his attention immediately to that silly TV show that he seemed to love so much.
She re-entered the room quietly, softly placing the camera down and setting it going before moving to stand next to the sofa. After a moment when he didn't react, June knelt, quietly, passively, not wanting to disturb him.
"Hey, Little Bug," he said softly, his voice mellow, and she looked up. "You ok?"
"Mmm."
"Nothing to say?"
June shook her head quickly.
"All right, as long as you're happy. You have to tell me if you're not happy."
The vixen nodded her understanding, smiling and feeling thoroughly cared for.
"How about you come sit across my lap?"
She nodded, standing, and thinking about his choice of words and how they had been explicit - across, not on - so she settled gently onto him, her legs sideways over his. Strong arms were around here in moments, hugging her gently, and she dropped her head to push her nose up under his chin. His fur always looked so invitingly fluffy after he'd showered, and his choice of cologne was to die for - but she was careful to keep out from between him and the television.
The tiger was so slow about moving his hand that she barely noticed until he had taken a firm grip on the waistband at the front of her underwear. She giggled quietly as he tugged upwards gently, pulling still-damp cotton cloth against her body, but he shushed her - not angrily, but firmly enough for her to bite her lip and fall silent immediately. Again a little tug, but this time she kept quiet. And another. And that was all he did, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.
For twenty five minutes.
By the time the credits came round, she was panting, the compound effects of all those small tugs and tweaks working on her senses, little trembles running through her body, her panties soaked so much she knew he must be able to feel it against his leg.
She whimpered when his hand left her, but he was only reaching for the remote. Next channel, next channel, next channel - oh god, please pick one! Finally he did, a DIY program of all things, and set the remote down. He was slow in moving his hand back to where it had been, so slow that she jumped when he did. Jack drew back to look at her, kissed her forehead, then hushed her once more.
Circular saw. Tug. Men cutting up a huge piece of wood. Tug. Big chested female presenter with a power drill. Tug. Custom built shelving unit - "Oooh-fuck!"
Out of nowhere all the drip-fed pleasures of the last hour and a half seemed to surge up and well over, and she came, right there on Jack's knee, the only thing between her legs her own underwear. He hugged her tighter, pulling upwards harder, dragging her panties across her heated flesh, leaving her shaking and helpless in the grasp of climax, unable to do anything except hold on and trust him. Like a good girl should.
Jack chuckled, moving the hand from her waist to her shoulder, patting her.
"I never knew you were so into shelves, Little Bug," he said, and she giggled, snuggling closer to him, revelling in the afterglow, basking in the warmth, exalting in having never once thought about the how or when.
"I think I made you wet..." she murmured after a few moments, feeling herself blush.
"You did," Jack smiled, holding her head under his chin. "Fortunately tigers are waterproof."
The vixen giggled again, her eyes flickering towards the lens of the camera on the shelf.
As another advert break loomed, Jack shifted a little. "I could do with a cuppa. Why don't you go clean up a little, I'll make you one too."
"Mmm," June nodded. After only a moment's urging, she stood up, blushing again, bending forward and pulling her shirt down to cover the damp fur along her inner thighs, but Jack caught her hands and pulled her to him, locking his muzzle against hers, kissing her firmly.
"You don't have to hide it, Little Bug," he murmured, nuzzling her cheek as they broke apart. "That's just the natural result of the most beautiful thing in the world, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
Her blush deepened, but she smiled, and stood straighter before he shooed her gently out of the room and into the bathroom, throwing a large and fluffy towel in after her and telling her not to take too long.
In what June suspected was a record-beating time for a female shower, she was exiting the bathroom just in time to be met by a cup of sweet tea as it left the kitchen in Jack's hand. "Put your pants in the washer first - there's some of my things can go in, too," he said, pointing at the laundry basket back in the bathroom, and she nodded.
Now dressed in only his shirt, she re-joined him in the living room, finding him sitting at the desk away from the TV.
"Sorry, Little Bug, I really have to get some work done before tomorrow," he said, looking apologetic. "I've loaded you a film," he went on, nodding at the DVD player. "Off you go now," he smiled.
June did so, settling onto the sofa and hugging a cushion, noticing on the way that Jack had turned off her camera. Apparently he knew about it then - but since he seemed to have been preserving memory space rather than preventing recording, she didn't say anything. Good girls didn't interrupt.
The film, like most of Jack's, turned out to be action heavy - but he had at least chosen something funny, and instead of implausibly bloke-ish it turned out to be a decent laugh. He called her away from it once, but only to ask her to make another cup of tea, which she did happily. She stopped the film at it's end, and glanced over to Jack, but he seemed to be absorbed in his work, and she didn't want to disturb him, so she padded over to place herself just in range of his peripheral vision and knelt quietly, watching the screen of his computer as he typed up line after line of text and equations, all the while suspecting that even if she were close enough to read it, it would probably go way over her head.
After perhaps a quarter hour, he straightened in his seat, blinked a few times, and seemed to suddenly notice her. "Oh, hey, Little Bug," he said, smiling and glancing at the clock. "I'm sorry, didn't I give you anything else to do?"
June shook her head, but smiled to indicate that she didn't mind.
"Well, it's about half an hour until tea time - if you don't fancy take out, I can let you have one of those cookery books that Julie keeps buying me and you can have a go at something?"
The vixen blinked a few times, giving him the distinct impression she was waiting for him to decide. "Home cooking it is then," he smiled, rising and moving to the bookshelf. "Gotta find something I've actually got the ingredients for..." he mumbled, flicking through several. "Hmm, yeah, might be able to do that. Come on then."
Following him out of the room, June snagged her camera, quietly setting it up in the kitchen as Jack flipped through several recipes apparently without real direction, then "Ah-ha! Perfect! Reckon we'll have all the pieces. Food, food, food, pots," he said pointing at the fridge, the freezer, a cupboard and the draining board in sequence. "Give me a shout if you need help." He paused as he passed her on the way out, turning to hug her gently, cradling her head against his chest, resting his muzzle against the top of her head. "Nothing to say?"
June shook her head, smiling.
"Fair enough. Stay happy. Let me know if you really can't stand salmon or anything, I'll find something else." He tapped the record button on the camera as he left, turning the little red light on, and June felt compelled to give the lens a little wave.
Cooking was not normally June's thing. In fact, she was much more likely to order take out or microwave something frozen than to prepare so much as beans on toast, but for some reason it actually turned out to be rather fun. There was a degree of focus required that drove all other thoughts out of her head, without the task being so complex as to leave her struggling for comprehension. Still, she made sure to read the whole recipe first before starting, so as to have a decent chance of synchronising everything.
It took a little longer than she had hoped, and about twice as long as the recipe book suggested before everything looked suitably cooked, but she was pleased when Jack wandered in, apparently following his nose as he gravitated to the window at the front of the oven.
"Smells good, Little Bug!" he smiled at her before turning to a cupboard and producing two wine glasses. "White or red?" June blinked at him. "Yes of course, salmon; white. Sauvignon. What was I thinking with red? Moron," he continued quietly, and June suppressed a smile.
Pulling out the leftmost bottle of wine from the bottom of the fridge, he took it and the glasses back into the living room, returning a moment later to collect forks, knives, and unexpectedly, June's camera.
He was sitting at the dining table when she carried the plates through to the living room a few minutes later, knife and fork held vertically in hand, and with his tongue hanging comically out of the side of his muzzle. Trying not to laugh, the vixen put the plates down on the table, making sure the biggest landed in front of Jack. She shuffled her feet nervously as he took a forkful to taste.
"That, Little Bug... is socks-off fantastic," he told her, and she beamed. "Come here," he said, pushing his chair back a little and patting his lap. Curious but obedient, she did as indicated, sitting across his lap again, shortly finding a portion of salmon in front of her mouth. She accepted it, thinking it really wasn't bad for one of hers - but probably not as good as Jack made it sound. The next mouthful, potatoes this time, went to him, then to her again, alternating between them as she sat on his lap. June couldn't remember ever having been fed in such a manner, and felt that it was very sweet and pleasing, though she had to indicate that she'd had enough long before Jack had finished all he wanted. It was still funny though, to have him eating under her, her arm about his neck, and the camera watching them both from a high shelf.
He kissed her eyebrow as he finished, then pulled a face and dabbed her there with a napkin, making her giggle.
It was almost disappointing when the washing up turned out to be just washing up, although he did briefly give her a look that made her pull her knees together and blush.
"Only seven fifteen," Jack sighed, looking at the clock. "Damn. Julie always finds something interesting to do in the evening, but I'm always stuck for ideas. And I'm not sure we should really go out anywhere until your pants are out of the drier." June looked at the floor and scuffed a toe in the carpet. "Although it is tempting..." the vixen flushed, "...but no. I guess... I'll just have to beat you up then."
June blinked as he walked over to the far side of the room, then sighed as he threw a game console controller at her.
"What?" Jack grinned, looking far too innocent.
Annoyingly, June turned out to be surprisingly good at Pit Arena Combat Fighter 7. While she didn't have much experience with the game or the controller, she did have fast reflexes, and Jack soon discovered that giving her careful instructions of the basic attack, block, and counter moves was a poor choice, as she promptly employed them all with immaculate timing, flinging his character around the screen with amusement.
Banishing her from the sofa didn't seem to help either, as she simply sat on the floor and did exactly the same thing, legs crossed and his oversized shirt hanging off her slender frame to pool on the carpet around her bottom. It did however manage to make her look particularly alluring, so he decided to stick with her "punishment."
What did seem to work was lightly tickling her sides with his toes as they played, as she would immediately giggle and flinch. Finally, determined to making this winning bout the last of the night, the tiger followed up the initial tickle by descending from the sofa to dig all ten fingers into her flanks, instantly compressing into a ball and leaving her struggling for breath. It then became a simple matter to finish her off one-handed while keeping her occupied with the other.
She favoured him with a pouty look as his victory message flashed on screen, but it quickly went away as he brought his muzzle to hers, kissing her softly. The vixen hummed in response, her hand brushing his chest as her eyes closed.
"Yes..." she whispered.
"Yes?" Jack queried. "You can't answer yes, you don't know the question yet."
"Don't care," she murmured, eyes half closed as she nuzzled his cheek.
"All right, I'll go get the cucumber and elastic bands then."
June burst into laughter, nearly head-butting him. Making a grab for her shoulders, Jack managed to shove her back onto the carpet, putting himself above her, pinning her hands to the floor.
"I do have a cucumber you know," he told her, touching his nose to hers. She blushed and bit her lip. "But frankly, I have much better uses for you than making salad. Dance."
She looked at him, and he sat back, repeating the instruction.
"Unless there's something you want to say?" he said quietly, but she shook her head, sitting up.
"Music?" Jack suggested. "I know just the thing." He stood and padded over to the stereo system, pulling a CD off the shelf apparently by instinct. It was... interesting, June thought. A slow, steady beat and exotic melodies that made her think of places far away and long ago - and about whose dances she had no idea.
"Relax, Little Bug," Jack told her, kneeling next to her and patting her cheek. "I'm not judging you, not keeping score, I just reckon you think it's fun. Come on, stand up. Close your eyes."
June did so.
"Now, don't try to dance - just let the music tell your body how to move."
Easier said than done...
"Let's start by swaying with the beat..." the tiger whispered softly into her ear, pressing one hand against her flank, nudging her gently. "There now."
Left, and right... left, and right, and turn, arms up, head turn... it was the strangest feeling, and probably looked ridiculous, she suspected, but it seemed to please Jack, and that was what mattered. Every movement made the little bell on her collar jingle, a useful auditory clue as to how well she was timing herself to the music. A little behind, try to anticipate...
Opening her eyes, she found herself facing the wall, with him on the sofa behind her, watching her with a warm smile. Blushing, the vixen continued the improvised dance as best she felt able, picking up the pace as the beat speeded up, slowing as it slowed, letting her body move up and down the scales, finally pausing, breathing heavily, as the track slowed to an end.
"You look warm, Little Bug," Jack grinned and she nodded. "Why not ditch the shirt?"
June smiled, but didn't immediately react, instead waiting for the next track had started, her tail picking up the rhythm and slowly spreading it up her body. Similar to the first, a little faster, a little more erratic, it seemed to call for more turning, more rotating, and somehow as Jack watched, every time she was facing away, another button came undone. She started at the lowest, so that each time she turned, the garment fanned out a little more revealing her fluffy tail, shapely hips, slender stomach, and soft chest, until only the top button remained. The whole shirt spread out around her as she spun around, the sleeves way down over her hands.
The music paused, and in a moment she had huddled on the ground, entirely hidden by cloth, only to spring up as soon as it started again, throwing her arms wide, the shirt aside, to stand proud and naked. Shoulders, back, head, legs, all moved together, situation forgotten, feelings of foolishness gone, just letting the music move her body, just as she had been told.
The track wound down slowly, a gradual abatement of the passion that preceded it, and June slowed herself with it, carefully bringing herself back to earth until she knelt, naked, calm, panting, next to Jack's knees.
"Well done, Little Bug," he smiled. "I had no idea you could improvise that well, I'm impressed! Do you think you can do one more?"
June wasn't really sure, but the next track was starting, and Jack didn't look like he was going to tell her to stop. Fortunately this one was slower, more delicate, and it seemed more appropriate to begin on the floor, twisting, gyrating, gradually rising, a dance expressed more with arms and posture than movement across the floor.
Jack actually applauded as the music wound down. Flushing, bowing her head, June knelt, resting her chin on his knee. He seemed to take the hint, reaching for the stereo remote and silencing it before she would have to start again. He patted the vixen's head, rubbing her ears fondly as she panted for breath, her eyes focussed at some unspecified point in middle distance ahead of her.
A little click behind her suggested the TV had been turned on, the theme tune of a famous Belgian detective softly resonating through the room.
"Excellent timing. Something on your mind, Little Bug?" he asked as he followed her gaze and she bit her lip, bringing her eyes swiftly upwards as she realised her line of sight had been directed straight through his hips. "You can if you like," he added. "I know I'd like. You're always very good at that."
Not actually an instruction, but close enough, June thought, and without further consideration made a dive for his waistband. Button, zipper, pull on his shorts until he lifted his bum to let them slide - oh god yes, she could get her muzzle in there! Pushing his knees aside she knelt between them. The tiger purred, petting her head softly as she nuzzled him intimately, her tongue eagerly lapping over his fur, rapidly producing a reaction until she was licking a handspan of naked skin.
"Do what you're good at, Little Bug."
Whimpering softly, the vixen opened her mouth and fell upon him. Hot, hard, and male, oh god she needed him in her muzzle right now, needed it more than anything, even more than she needed to feel his hands on her ears, his touch on her cheeks. She had to earn his approval, it was all that mattered.
A little taken aback by the enthusiasm of her approach, Jack leaned into the sofa, stroking, petting and gently talking to her, telling her how good she was being, how wonderful it felt. Now and then she pulled back, kissing and licking at his tip before diving back down, both her small hands wrapped around his shaft, still leaving a good three or four inches to fit into her muzzle.
On the screen behind her, she could feel the slow introduction of characters, aristocratic types, as ever. Upper class Londoners, most likely. One would be offended at the idea of being suspected, one would be frightened without reason, several would all have potential motivations for the crime that was yet to be committed, and hardly any of them would actually like the victim.
"Easy there, Little Bug," the tiger murmured softly, petting her head gently. "Slow up a little, there's no rush."
She didn't want to slow up, but she did, feeling him relax under her as her pace fell off. Behind her on the screen came the sound of several shots, footsteps, a door closing. June made a note to check later if the tiger had actually managed to take any notice of the plot so far.
"Slow and steady, not too much now," the tiger whispered, and she took the hint. Long pauses between her movements, holding him in her mouth, not distracting him, letting him watch his film, keeping him interested, keeping him hard.
"Reckon the butler did it," he said at the half-way adverts.
Pulling back, June giggled. "It's always the butler!"
"Not true, sometimes it's the secretary, or the heir, or the guy whose land has been bought. I'm gonna get a drink." And with that he stood, tugged his shorts back up, and left the room, leaving June kneeling next to the sofa.
"Here," he said gently, returning and handing her a glass of cool sparkling water. She took it gratefully, gulping half of it down at once. He leaned down to put his muzzle by her ear. "Tell me if you're not happy," he whispered. "Now, where were we?" he asked, sitting back on the sofa, his own drink in hand as the film resumed. June reached for his zipper and he smiled.
It was not for nothing that June was often complimented on her ability for oral entertainment, and she knew Jack's reactions well. Pacing herself carefully, she resumed her task, licking, kissing, caressing with lips and tongue as he patted and stroked her head. Speeding up as she finally heard the announcement of the killer, feeling the rising tension in his hips.
"You gonna finish me like this, Little Bug? Right here like this?"
The vixen moaned softly around her mouthful, in what he could only assume to be a yes. His knees hugged her flanks as she leaned over his lap, and just as the end credits started...
"Oh yeah..."
She whimpered as she felt the splash of fluid on her tongue, strong, salty, and male, she gulped at it like it was water in the desert, continuing to hold him in her mouth long after the flow abated.
"Good girl, Little Bug, good girl," the tiger smiled at her, and she backed off to return it. Hooking a finger behind her collar, he drew her slowly upwards. "All gone?" he asked, and she opened her mouth to show her tongue, clean and pink and all traces of his pleasure vanished. "Good girl," he told her again, pulling her into a long kiss, drawing her up to kneel over his lap, her breasts rolling against his chest.
She moaned into his mouth as his hands caressed her bottom, fingertips moving all the way around to that fur-less crease between her legs, sliding easily over slick wet skin.
"Bedroom," he told her simply as they broke apart for breath, and stood, lifting her easily, carrying her from the room, and somehow managing to put her in perfect position to snag her camera on the way.
June practically purred as he laid her gently on the bed, leaning over her, pressing his nose to hers before kissing her deeply. Stretching, she just managed to place the camera atop the bedside cabinet before moving her hands back to grasp the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it upwards. He obliged, letting her remove the garment, revealing that broad, muscular chest that she loved. Hooking a foot over the waistband of his shorts, she managed to push them down to his knees, and they vanished as he crawled up onto the bed, nudging her backwards, pushing her down until she lay under him, his lips on her neck, her hands on his furry sheath and testicles.
It didn't take long to bring him to erection again as he kissed her neck and cheeks.
"Turn over, Little Bug."
She did so without question, pushing her face down into the pillow, raising her bottom as he knelt behind her. His hand caressed the base of her tail for a moment, then he slid off the bed, returning a moment later with a fluffy towel that he spread between her knees.
"If you will be such a drippy little bug today," he explained, smiling, and she blushed, moaning softly into the pillow as he moved behind her.
He entered her slowly, knowing that she wanted it fast, leaning right over her, his chest against her back, kissing her ears. He worked her gently, skilfully, caressing her flanks and breasts, knowing all her pleasure spots and pressure points, knowing that he had the angle to press the tip of his shaft against the front of her warm tunnel with every thrust, knowing that sooner or later, it would make her scream.
"So why are you filming us, Little Bug?" he asked as she moaned into the pillow.
"I want... want Julie to see," she panted. "I want to be sure she understands. Th-that I could never replace her. That I would never get between you..."
"Oh, Little Bug," Jack smiled, hugging her to him with one arm, pulling her upright until the reflection of her chest showed in the camera lens. "Don't you think she knows? Don't you think we've all three been together often enough that she understands? Not to mention you two've had plenty of fun without me."
"D-different. Nobody feels threatened when their girlfriend likes other girls..."
Jack laughed, hugging her light body against his, holding her knees off the bed as she pushed her hips back against him.
"Little Bug, neither of us ever thought you were a threat. You're our friend, we love you. We both love you. Now," he continued, letting her fall gently back to the bed. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum for Julie?"
"Yes..."
She came. Whether by virtue of Jack's good timing, or by being genuinely wired up to obey his instructions June didn't know, but she came. Mouth open, eyes screwed shut, facing the camera with her bum in the air, she came, a small, wet surge of her pleasure hitting the towel between her knees.
Lights bursting in front of her eyes, she gasped for breath as Jack didn't slow down, but instead sped up, leaning down over her, pressing her into the bed, pinning her, leaving her utterly helpless to do anything but receive more pleasure.
"Now cum for me," he whispered, and she felt his hips lock against her bottom - and it was in her. That rhythmic pulse of liquid heat that always, always sent her over the edge.
The vixen's breath left her in a low, passionate groan as her muscles tightened in climax for the second time in as many minutes. Her fingers dug into the pillow as all control left her, body shaking, mind reeling, all thoughts gone, nothing existed in the world but the pleasure, the warmth and loving friendship.
Jack nuzzled tenderly at the backs of her ears as the vixen slowly relaxed under him. Eyes closed, breathing slowing, she seemed to be asleep, and he smiled. Cuddling her for a few minutes until he felt sure he wasn't going to wake any time soon, the tiger withdrew gently, removing the towel, carefully drying her, and pulling the covers up over her slim little frame.
"Sleep well, Little Bug," he murmured softly, kissing her cheek and turning off the camera before leaving the room. Later he would rejoin her, but right now, there was still a paper sitting unfinished on his computer.
Such were the pleasures afforded to Little Bug that she had no need to care about such things and could, tonight at least, sleep peacefully, and without responsibility.