The Studsky: Chapter 3 (Patreon Premium)

Story by huskyhuskyhusky on SoFurry

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#3 of The Studsky (Patreon Premium)

DISCLAIMER!!!

This is the first 1k words for the full story that is located on my Patreon. This is meant as a preview for the full story and the tags listed are representative of the fetishes found in the story's entirety

Awesome art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jailbird

Chapter 3 of The Studsky, a story that is apart of my Premium content of my Patreon. Premium content is plot driven with recurring characters and are significantly longer than other uploads.

Mylo is off on another assignment, this one with the intent to impregnate a lesbian couple that will also mark the last before husky's vacation with his mate.

Read the full chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/studsky-chapter-17390850


Tremo wasn't such a bad a bad city, certainly one of the better ones Mylo had been to, but it was still more crowded than he liked. Luckily his destination was set farther out than the city. Much like most of his assignments, he was destined for the suburbs, which he headed for with haste. He grabbed his luggage and headed for the airport exit where his manager had told him to go.

One thing that he loved about Riina so much was that he hardly had to do anything to get to his destination. Right at the airport he was met by a rental car agent that provided him the keys to a very nice muscle car. It wasn't quite like his own back home, but it was better than nothing. At the very least he felt more normal.

With his GPS cued to his assigned address, he was on his way with minimal effort. Time escaped him in a quick stream. With his phone jacked into the stereo he was able to listen to his own music that made the car ride go much faster. At the moment all he could think about was getting back home to Suzy. He came to realize it wasn't a healthy mindset to be in, so he shook his head and took a deep breath. No, he wasn't going to be negative, it harmed his performance.

Mylo forced a smile on his face and grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket and set them on his muzzle. He then rolled down the window and set his elbow on the ledge. Warm air drifted in and he let the weight of his foot settle down on the gas peddle. With one paw on the wheel, he began to weave in and out of traffic, passing by several cars on the highway out of the main part of the city.

He wore a broad grin on his face all the way through, and in no time at all he was crossing through intersections farther out into the less bustling section of suburbia. To his surprise the houses he was passing through weren't the three story mansions he was used to seeing. Certainly they were all nice and at least two stories, but there weren't any gates or fences to keep solicitors out.

In a way it was nice, the extraordinarily reclusive always weirded him out, as if they were afraid that someone was out to get them and they needed to hide behind some barrier. In short, he felt it to be unnatural. But then again they weren't his houses and he didn't pretend to know his clients' lives.

His GPS gave a short ding and announced he had arrived at his destination as he slowly rolled to a stop in front of a house that kind of looked a bit smaller than the others. Still a two story structure, but it didn't have a nice yard or even a garage. A simple drive way led up to the front door that had an SUV and a sedan parked side by side on it. He grabbed his folder quickly and thumbed through the contact information for a moment, reaffirming that he was indeed at the right house. Everything seemed to be in order, and the husky gave a simple shrug to himself.

He popped the driver side door open and got out with ease. He held his envelope under his arm and began walking for the house, but before he got too far away he held up his key and locked his car with the remote.

It was a very pleasant day, though at this time it was more in the evening. The sky had already begun to turn pink and yellow on the horizon, and his flight out of Tremo was in four hours. When he stepped up onto the porch he checked himself over to make sure he was nice and presentable. He wore the same suit and dress clothing that he took to every client, and once he was satisfied with himself, he stepped closer and raised his fist to the door.

Mylo got exactly one knock against the heavy, wooden surface when it suddenly swung in, revealing an excited looking greyhound woman. She was tall and fit with an athletic build. She was still a head shorter than the husky, but then again most were. She had on some very simple, relaxed clothing. A pair of yoga pants held tight to her firm backside and a sports bra held her larger large breasts together.

When Mylo saw her, he put on his most friendly smile. "Hello there, might you be Carla Meyer?" he asked pleasantly. The girl suddenly beamed happily and her tail began to wag around.

"I am! You must be the breeder then, Mylo Rutherford?" she offered.

He nodded his head and chuckled. "The one and only," he said as he pulled his sunglasses off from the bridge of his nose and gave her a friendly wink.

"Oh fantastic! Come in, come in!" she said excitedly and stepped back while holding the door open for him.

"Thank you," he rumbled and stepped in, ducking a bit beneath the door frame. It took Mylo a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he suddenly came to realize that there was another woman standing right behind the greyhound. He had to crane his head to see her but she timidly ducked further behind her wife.

"And this must be Shay Meyer," he said and offered his paw towards her but she didn't really move.

"Oh, sorry, she's just shy," the canine said and suddenly darted around and exposed the other woman. Compared to her partner, Shay was a vixen that was a bit shorter and a bit pudgier than her lover, her hips were wide and her bust was larger than the other woman's. She wore a long sleeved shirt and her blond, shoulder length hair was pulled back behind her head. A pair of glasses were settled on her nose, which was pointed down to avoid eye contact. Mylo had met these kind of women before, oddly enough they were usually the ones that were the kinkiest, so he looked forward to seeing what she offered.

The husky continued to hold his large paw out to her and maintained a friendly smile. For the first time since he arrived she glanced up and met his eyes. Her dazzling green irises were magnified by her glass lenses, and he couldn't help but find her to be very cute. Then she looked down at his outstretched paw and quickly reached out with her own. She gave him a dainty shake and then retreated again.

"She'll come out of her shell, I promise. All she needs is some time," Carla assured and stroked over the fox woman's shoulders as she stood behind her.

"No worries," he said and leaned down, bringing his face a bit closer to Shay's. "I know exactly how to get someone to come out of their shell," he rumbled and winked. The vixen stared at him with wide eyes and a cherry red blush suddenly covered her face. If she wasn't horny before, she certainly was now and he could smell it on her. In fact...

Mylo took a deep breath as he leaned back up and glanced around the inside of the house. It was faint but noticeable now that he could concentrate, and incredible unmistakable. The distinct aroma of heat permeated the dwelling, but with the help of air fresheners and open windows it was almost completely ventilated out. It had gotten into the walls and carpet though, and now a more animalistic side of Mylo's brain was trying to take over.

"So how do these things usually work out?" Carla asked as she meandered a little closer to the dog.

He turned to her and smiled, "We can go any number of ways from here, whatever makes you comfortable. We can get right to the act, we can make a mood, talk if you like, or-"

"Let's get right to it!" the greyhound barked and pushed her wife towards a doorway that lead to a flight of stairs going to the second story. "Follow us!" she called over her shoulder. Mylo smirked and fell in behind the greyhound, his curled tail flicking from side to side. He came to notice that the smell grew gradually stronger the closer he was to them. When they got to the top of the stairs the scent seemed to be omnipresent and with the use of his nose he could practically make his own way to their bedroom.

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