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Rock Dog: Lucky by Tempo

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_"Are you just going to play the guitar forever?"

"I don't know, Mom." Darma sat down on her fold-out sofa, fluffy orange tail tucked to one side. The tiny apartment hung around her. Her black-and-white bass guitar leaned on a stand in the corner, next to the amp she lugged down the stairs and into the park every night. The phone cord stretched back to the wall, tethering her to the conversation about her future.

"Your father and I only want what's best for you." The older vixen cooed amiably through the phone. "It's dangerous for a young woman to live alone. Or to wander around playing music all night."

"I'm fine!" Her body flopped back onto the thin mattress. The motion stirred the countless song ideas she'd composed on scrap paper, rustling them like autumn leaves. "It's Rock 'n Roll Park, not some back alley."

"You're always welcome to move home." The shuffle of paperwork echoed through the telephone line. "Lots of young ladies live at home until they're married."

Closing her eyes, Darma resigned herself to the obvious shift in topic. Her fingertips tapped out the bass part to "Your Mama Don't Dance" on the blankets.

After a brief but dramatic pause, her mother went in with her best courtroom voice. "You are planning to get married someday, right?"

"I don't know." Rolling to one side, she kicked her feet up onto the back of the sofa, pressing paw pads to the cool brick. "I'm not even dating someone."

"I understand you kids today live in a different world." That lawyerly voice yapped on, leading the witness. "If you get pregnant, come home and we will help you raise the kit."

"Mother." She pressed fingertips to her brow. "I am also not sleeping with anyone. I promise I'm just as boring as when I lived at home."

"You're not boring, honey." A fond chuckle echoed from the phone. "All my friends think you are very interesting."

The vixen closed her eyes, imagining the wild speculation her mother's friends no doubt had about her life. They probably assumed the music was cover for a life of crime and decadence. Very few crimes could be committed with the skills of a bass guitarist. And she didn't really have the budget for decadence.

Manufactured regret entered her mother's tone. "I just have all this extra space in the house not getting used..."

"You could drag your son home to fill it." She lifted an exasperated paw at the ceiling. "Do you ever ask him to move back?"

A light harrumph rattled through the phone. "Now Darma, your brother is busy with his career."

"So am I." The younger vixen sighed and bounced her paws atop the patterned brown sofa back. "This is just how the music world works."

Her mother gave a tsk of disapproval. "I have represented clients in the music world. A young woman on her own is a prime target for scams."

Darma rolled her eyes. "It's not that bad anymore."

"Ah, well, do not listen to me then. I am just an old vixen."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mom..."

Her mom's tone became reedy and wise. "Let me teach you all my cooking secrets, daughter, and you will surely win a husband."

In spite of herself, the younger vixen couldn't suppress a laugh. "Wow, Mother. I didn't realize you'd become 100 years old."

"It is true." Her tone became wistful. "I have grown ancient since my children left me."

"Is that how you won Dad over?" Darma toyed with the phone cord and kicked her legs upward to slowly pedal an imaginary bicycle away from this awkward topic. "With your cooking?"

"I won your father in a court settlement. Or perhaps he was a punishment. Small details escape you when you have lived as long as I."

Her claws idly ticked across the top of her album collection, which sat on a shelf crammed against her fold-out sofa. "Perhaps you should check the court records."

"Dear daughter, you know I only tell you these things because I want you to be happy."

"I am happy." It mostly wasn't a lie. She was as happy as she'd ever been. Days spent working in the coffee shop, waiting tables. Nights performing in Rock 'n Roll Park, waiting to be discovered.

"You cannot spend your life waiting for luck."

She gazed out the window at the bustle of city life. "I only have to be lucky once, Mom."_

~ ~ ~

A year later, in a high-end private recording studio, muffled squabbles snapped Darma out of her recollection. She looked up from testing the effects pedals to see her drummer playing an accidental game of keep-away with rock legend Angus Scattergood, happening to turn away at just the wrong times for the white cat to retrieve it. With a smirk, she pulled the headphones down to hang around her neck.

Angus snatched the plastic triangle from Germur's grasp. "That's my lucky guitar pick. Thank you. I need it to play."

Bodi studied the feline. "I thought your guitar was lucky?"

The scrawny cat clutched the legendary instrument. "My guitar is also lucky."

The goat looked up from staring at his empty hand as his brain caught up to the current conversation. "Ohhhhhhh. I thought it was your sunglasses that were lucky because you never take them off."

Angus crossed his arms across his narrow chest. "I'm a lucky guy, okay? When you find a system that works, you stick with it."

Germie nodded as if he'd been given sage advice instead of a rebuke. "Dude."

Darma kept her muzzle shut. Her fingers busied themselves on the strings of her bass.

The older rocker slowly turned to her. "...When did the fox become cheeky?"

Too late, the vixen realized she'd been playing the bass part to Stevie Wonder's "Superstition." With a nervous grin, the bassist fretted. She had already started playing and stopping now would require her to say something. So she just shrugged and kept playing.

Her boyfriend tilted his head, hat tassels wobbling. "Cheeky?"

Angus's slim arms directed an imaginary orchestra as he tried to teach a young dog old slang. "Sassy, saucy, smart-mouthed."

The mastiff glanced at the fox, then back to his mentor with an open-muzzle smile. "But she didn't say anything."

Ears hot and flicked shyly down, Darma transitioned to the funky horn riff, which took her paws up and down the instrument. "It's from a song about being superstitious."

Angus' eyebrows arched to alert the world he was rolling his eyes behind those dark shades. Seeing Bodi didn't get the reference, he explained: "It's also one of the most recognizable bass lines on the planet. So much for respecting your elders."

Her mind's worry department opened for business. This was Angus flippin' Scattergood, rock legend. What if she had subconsciously been angering everyone around her and now they thought she was being passive-aggressive with bass tabs? That seemed unlikely, but how would she know? Would anyone have told her? "Well, in the original recording, it's an electric clavichord, which is like an electric piano with the strings of a regular piano inside it that's designed to sound like an electric guitar." Worried she'd started babbling, she settled back into the actual bass part of the song: just one, over and over, with a little flourish every four measures.

For his part, Bodi tapped his foot along and smiled pure encouragement at her. Okay, she probably hadn't alienated her dog boyfriend with wayward chords.

~ ~ ~

Plunk-plunk-plunk-plunk-plunk-plunk-plunk-plunk.

Alone in the recording booth, Darma recorded the cowbell track for the seventh time. Then, for the seventh time, she layered it in with the rest of the song. It sounded good. Well, the last part sounded good. And she could splice it together with the one where she hadn't messed up the beginning.

Once she got that sorted, she raised the mic and put the headphones back on. Surprising how much of production amounted to singing loudly to yourself in a padded room. Her muzzle opened in a wide yawn, which she worked in as part of her vocal warm-ups. She hit play on the song, closed her eyes, and turned to the mic. Freed from the weight of a bass, her shoulders rocked in time with the beat. She started working her way through singing the backup. "Yeah-eeeeeeeaaaaa-yeaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oooohhh...Whoooooooa-eeeeeeaaa-ooooooooo-yeah-hah-eeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Lost in the music, she got two verses in before she opened her eyes. When she did, she saw a soft brown canine in a wool hat, leaning against a wall and peering through the booth window with obvious interest.

Her vocals halted with an embarrassed yap. The song continued without her.

The mastiff, watching this, winced, then gave a sheepish wave.

She doffed the headphones, paused the recording, and walked out of the booth to meet him. Her body felt the need to stretch. "H-hey."

"Hey! Sorry. I didn't wanna bug you." His tail wobbled into a slow wag. His heavy shoulders shrugged in the direction of the booth. "You seemed like you were having fun."

Fun wasn't the first word she would have used to describe it, but she had been getting pretty into it. "No big deal."

His thick hands toyed with the strings of the hoodie she'd given him. "I came to check on you."

"Ah." She rubbed the scruff of her neck. "Yeah, keyboard took a while. I'm sure Mom will be happy I'm finally using my piano lessons." Stretching her arms over her head, she happened to glance out the window to the yard. Sunset cast the hedge maze in bronze and the robotic mice in gold. "How long was I in there?"

Bodi worked his lips in thought as he ran some tabulations. "Four hours?"

A groan rumbled through her. "Ugh. No wonder I'm tired."

He shrugged. "Maybe you need some fresh air? We could go get something to eat."

A sigh escaped her muzzle as she looked over her shoulder at the instruments. "I did just record a kabuki play's worth of woodblock..."

He tilted his head, tassels dangling.

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "That's a yes."

"Nice." Grinning, he extended a paw. "C'mon."

She shook her head, took his hand, and let the dog take her for a walk.

~ ~ ~

Dusk scattered orange across the city streets even as night stole the rest of the colors. Here and there in Rock 'n Roll Park, the buzz of an amp or the twang of a tuned string spoke of bands setting up. Strange to think that would've been her not even a year ago.

A cool breeze wound through the trees, rustling the leaves, but her paw felt warm in his. "I really lucked out."

"Lucked out?" His ears perked under a layer of knitted wool.

She shrugged. "Meeting you. Connecting with Angus. Getting to actually release music."

His hand squeezed hers. "I keep telling you. You deserve this."

"I know." She fumbled for words. Conversations were hard sometimes. Music was easier. At least there, she could just improvise a riff in key and the song would keep playing. Stalling for time, she bounced their clasped hands against his thigh. "I just don't know-know. You know?"

A gentle chuckle left his throat as a woof. "I know." He slowed to a stop at an empty spot on the path.

The vixen's ears flicked up. "Hey wait." She looked around. "This is where we met."

He nodded and wagged.

Planting a boot, she spun to face him with a flick of her tail. "You led us here." Her body ended up a little closer to his than she'd intended, just about nose to nose.

"Well, yeah!" He took off his hat for a second and attempted to smooth his head-fur. The cowlick at the front didn't cooperate at all. Oblivious, he tugged the hat back on. "I think about how we met a lot. It was a really good day for me."

She scuffed a boot idly along the pavement. "I just happened to be there."

"I dunno. No one forced you to be nice to me. And no one made you come along when all that stuff with the wolves happened." With half a prance in front of her, he appeared to be animated by the motion of his tail. "So really, everything that's happened was because you didn't want some stranger to feel bad. You're where you are because of who you are."

"Oh Bodi..." She toyed with the collar of his shirt. Funny how dating someone meant you could so casually touch them. It would have sounded silly to her a few months ago, but now it was wonderful.

One hand cupped the side of her face. His thumb traced her cheek ruff. Those pretty brown eyes met hers with infinite affection. Behind him, his tail swished through the air.

The vixen looked up to realize she'd lined up her muzzle perfectly with his. Her ears lifted. Her heartbeat sped. Her boyfriend was totally closing in to smooching distance. In public. She felt like she should do something about it, but instead she allowed herself to be magnetically drawn to him while grinning like a fool.

His blunt nose brushed hers. Soft lips touched hers. A rush of energy zipped through her, setting her fur on end.

Her tail bushed out with a bounce. Giddy from the magic of his touch, she opened her mouth with a joyful yip. Of course, his lips were already pressed to hers. Lost in the moment, she moaned and licked his lips.

Bodi, ever the quick study, took this as a cue to lick her tongue in return. He pulled her against him. His licks slipped further into her muzzle with a whine of delight.

Her hands traced his back. With typical vulpine speed, her mind raced back to all the times she'd gripped the fur of his back while they were naked in bed, with him on top of her--as if her tail needed more reason to fluff out. She closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of his tongue against hers, then her overactive sense of responsibility reminded her they were kissing in an increasingly busy public park.

Even the slight tension was enough for the mastiff to notice. He eased back, but offered her a quiet smile. His hands stayed on her body, warm through the fabric of her hoodie.

A blush warmed her cheeks as her ears dipped. She looked around to see if anyone had spotted their little public make-out session.

From the opposite side of the walkway, a small brown rabbit watched them with obvious interest. In her fuzzy paws hung a half-coiled aux cable. Her gaze lingered on them for a fraction of a second, before she busied herself setting up the rest of her band's gear. Those tall ears stayed swiveled in their direction, however.

Embarrassed, Darma told herself she could have caused far more of a scene. And really, she was a rock star now. Well, almost. She was supposed to be wild and reckless. She'd never been the best at being that. Wait, had she backed up the day's recording session? Their producer Ian sometimes wanted them in case Angus didn't get around to mixing them.

The reassuring weight of his hand stayed on the small of her back. He pulled her close again and folded his arms around her. His blocky muzzle traced along hers. His sigh of happy contentment breezed hot through the fur of her neck.

With a happy little bounce, the vulpine snuggled against his stocky form. She'd back up the tapes when she got home. Right now, she had a hunky canine boyfriend hugging her. That was pretty cool and needed her attention.

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Bodi and Darma entered Fifth Child's Noodle Restaurant. At this hour, the small shop bustled with activity. People took most orders to-go, navigating the crowd while juggling takeout boxes of noodles and dumplings. Steam and spices hung thick in the air. The nimble fox slipped between larger customers and ordered her boyfriend dandan noodles, but with sesame paste instead of chili oil. In spite of his adventurous appetite, he still had to be protected from Sichuan cuisine. Left to his own devices, he'd order them "American style," but she didn't want him to have peanut-butter breath all night. For herself, she ordered the spicy wonton soup.

The noodle shop proved too crowded and loud for conversation. Patrons joked and chatted. The cook called out orders in the back and clanged pots and pans atop the ancient gas stove. Pop songs a few years out of date rattled through the tinny speaker of a radio next to the cash register. Ducking into the back, the owner brought out extra barstools so scuffed that it was tough to see the wood grain.

Darma nabbed two stools while Bodi collected their food. The fox and dog managed to grab half a spot each at the far side of the window-facing counter. Jostled toward the wall by the chattering crowd, she found herself pressed against the sturdy mastiff.

His brown tail wagged, bumping along the butts of other patrons. He, however, was already focused on slurping noodles. The other advantage of sesame sauce instead of chili oil: his muzzle fur was already tan, so it hid any stains.

Plucking a wonton from her soup with dainty chopstick work, Darma nibbled with joy at the piquant morsel, watching out the window as people passed by. Her reflection peered back at her: a happy fox next to a cute mastiff boy. She congratulated herself on a good evening out. Date. Really, it was a date. And it was going pretty well.

Bodi's hand covered hers. He leaned close, his muzzle touching her ear so he could talk without shouting over the crowd. "Is the food helping? Food usually makes me feel better."

She nodded. Now that he'd started the protocol of nuzzling each other's ears while talking, she continued it. His wool hat tickled her nose and hinted at the warmth beneath. "Still feeling like I have to work off all this good luck."

He shrugged his broad shoulders. Again, that stocky muzzle pressed to her ear. "You already did." Then he delivered a light kiss to her cheek and resumed chowing down on his noodles.

Darma smiled at her boyfriend. He could be really sweet. No wonder people got so excited about boyfriends.

Then a laughing yak backed into her. A small vixen proved an unnoticed obstacle to the ungulate as he accepted his final bag of takeout and shuffled through the crowd to the door.

The vixen herself noticed the slow-motion collision because it compressed her firmly against her dining companion. The spicy air blended with his comforting scent. When exactly had his scent become comforting? Muzzle stuffed with dumpling, she could only offer a muffled peep of apology.

Bodi didn't appear to mind, shifting to accommodate her. His body relaxed against hers. He flashed her a fond smile as his bare paw traced her leg. The smooth texture of his fur traced over her tights.

Darma half-choked on the wonton. Perhaps not the most suave reply to his mild flirtation, but at least she didn't spill her soup. Once she'd wiped the broth from her whiskers, she blushed up at him. Their barstools were now touching, which was probably taboo for an unmarried couple by the standards of some prudish vulpine ancestor. If she'd been sitting any closer, she'd have been in his lap. Granted, that didn't sound like a terrible idea. Maybe she'd have to try that sometime, in a more private context. And now she was lusting after Bodi in a noodle shop. With considerable effort, she returned her attention to the soup.

The Tibetan mastiff's paws remained in contact with hers. At first, she assumed this was due to the limited space. Then she felt him bounce her boots in time with the beat of the crackly pop music. Had he independently invented playing footsie? She hadn't explained it, as far as she could recall. Then again, he made no secret of how much he liked touching her. That was a weird concept too: her friends and family had never been very touchy-feely, but here she was dating a boy who got all waggy when she smooshed into him with a muzzle covered in spicy garlic broth.

She took a deep breath and a sip from her bowl. They just had to finish their food and they could walk home romantically.

~ ~ ~

Darma whimpered with lust as the horny dog dry-humped her against the wall of Angus's garden shed. She tried to keep the presence of mind to open the door as he kissed her shoulder through the neck of her hoodie.

Bodi grunted as he ground his hips against hers. His breath rushed ragged against the delicate inside of her ear. Even in the darkness, hidden behind garden walls and manicured hedges, she felt exposed. And yet, in the embrace of a big affectionate canine, she felt safe. The contrast made her tail frizz.

Between horny trembles, her hand managed to close on the doorknob. Somehow, they made it inside and upstairs. Less walking and more humping together against walls that lead to the stairs, which she scaled in record time, assisted by his hand under her skirt.

In their loft, she judged the bed too far away and instead sat on the arm of her old sofa. Her slim fingers gripped the front of his blue sweatshirt and tugged him in for more kisses. Both legs wrapped around his butt, pulling him even closer.

That eager tail swished back and forth, even as his hand gently caressed her muzzle. Hot kisses and silky licks swept aside the cares of the outside world. In the arms of her adoring lover, even a fox could get lost in the moment.

"Rrrrrf! Oh wow..." Her hips rolled against his. That tent in his pants pressed to the thin fabric covering her crotch. That couldn't be comfortable for him. And she could think of something much better to rub his hardening dick on. Bold with anticipation, she reached down and unfastened the front of his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear.

"Ugh!" The wet tip of his dick bounced free to brush through the fur of her wrist. He gave a little whimper at the sensation, then more as her hand closed around his sheath. She worked it up and down with delight on her muzzle. In the dim light of the bedroom, precum glinted on his cock head and on the black fur of her fingers.

While jerking off her boyfriend, Darma formulated a plan. Goal: get his dick inside her. Her tights and panties would have to come down. That meant either her legs would have to go up together or she'd have to change positions and bend over the arm of the sofa. In the interest of not kicking him in the head with her boots, she unwrapped herself from around him.

Taking the opportunity to catch his breath, Bodi backed up and watched her flip around. An unsteady hand traced her thigh while the other jerked his fully-exposed cock. A clever maneuver with his pinky freed his balls from the underpants; no wonder he was a guitar prodigy.

"One sec..." The nimble fox rolled over and lifted her hips off the sofa. Her skirt flipped up in the process. A blush heated her cheek ruffs, even as she reminded herself getting her clothes out of the way was the entire point. One thumb hooked in either side of her tights and panties, pulling them down around her thighs. This left her bare rump presented before him. Ears dipped under the weight of shyness, she glanced over her shoulder back at him. "Th-there."

"Whoa." The Tibetan mastiff, stiff dick in hand, went wide-eyed at the sight. His gaze met hers with pure excitement. Again, that tail wagged a speedy cadence.

Instinct flicked her tail up and out of the way. It dusted across his broad chest. She waggled her hips in invitation.

He angled his dick between her thighs. Leaning forward, he gripped her hips with both hands and pressed forward. For a delicious moment, his tip started to sink into her, then it glanced off and rubbed along the thin fur of her crotch. "Mmf! Oops. Sorry, Darma."

A yip emerged from the fox. "It's okay, just let me... Mmm..." She tried to widen her stance, but the tights really limited how much she could spread her legs. She could tell him to sit and stay while she took off her clothes, but that would involve delaying getting his dick inside her, which was ridiculous. So she rocked back against him and got back into position, a soft whine of longing trailing her lips. "Okay, try now. And maybe, umm, a little lower..."

Not one to give up, Bodi kept one hand on her waist and took his dick in the other. He tried to line himself up with her. Again, he pressed forward. Again, he couldn't quite fit inside her. A frustrated yap accompanied each attempt.

Darma spread her legs until her panties were pulled into a tight, slightly-damp platform below her knees. Raising her rump just a little more, she reached back to try to help. While she didn't manage to help, touching his dick felt very nice. Hand flat under it, she pressed it up onto her crotch while she summoned the motivation to change position again.

Far from discouraged, the dog humped happily against her hand. His smooth shaft rubbed along her slit, tracing here and there along her clit. He panted as a dribble of precum shot on her palm.

Tempted to get him off like this, the vixen felt a thread or two snap in her tights. Moaning into the sofa cushion, she tried to step free of her boots, but just ended up wiggling in place against her boyfriend's erection. "Hh-hey. Help me get my boots off?"

After a hazy second, the mastiff managed to process the information. "Oh, okay, umm..." He stepped back, dick bobbing free. Strong but careful hands closed around her knees and tilted her legs up.

The fox emitted a quiet peep of confusion as her face pressed into the sofa. She tried to offer guidance, but managed only muffled mumbles. Her slit felt cool without a dog dick there to warm it. She shivered at the thought more than the chill.

Her lover took a few tries, but managed to pull free first one boot then the other. Ever the enterprising soul, he next relieved her of the tights and panties. He threw them all on the floor and stepped back between her now-naked legs.

Still bent over the arm of the sofa, she blushed at being manhandled, though at least it was helpful and oblivious. She trusted him, after all. It felt nice to know she could trust him to be good to her.

His dick in one paw, her tail in the other, Bodi jostled forward to prod his tip against her entrance. He leaned forward until the heat of his breath teased the backs of her ears.

"Okay..." The vixen gripped the sofa cushions in anticipation as his dick pressed forward. The warmth and moisture this time slid easily into her. "That's it, Bodi. Oh, that's good..." She felt a moan compressed out of her as he filled her entirely. Her feet stepped wider apart, her body welcoming him. "That better?"

"Ahh... Yeah..." Bodi worked his length in and out of her with happy little grunts and lewd slick noises. After a few careful thrusts, he worked into a rhythm. The familiar girth spread her in all the loveliest ways.

She whimpered for his knot and rocked her hips to grind hard against it. Hips bouncing back against his, she tried to match his timing. They'd gotten better at syncing up, both on and off stage. Not that she ever minded a little more practice. "Oooo-oooo-oooo-ooooh..."

"Mmmf! Mmmf! Mmmf! Mmmf!" Knot swelling as it pushed in and pulled free, the mastiff gripped the base of her tail and growled with lust. His free hand held her hips higher and higher, finding a good angle against the upright and very erect canine.

Her feet left the floor, kicking out to find it again. Now balanced on her arms, the vulpine whined as she relaxed and let her boyfriend bounce her between the sofa and his thick, knotted dick. The urge to bury his bulge in her prompted her to grip him with her legs and pull him tight against her. "G-good?"

"Really! Good!" Bodi yowled with bliss as he pressed his knot hard at her entrance. Once again, it failed to fit. He defaulted to their now-established backup plan: really delightful grinding against her. That hard canine cock pulsed bigger inside her. He had her lifted fully off the arm of the sofa now, gripped by the waist and the tail as he pinned her against his climax.

As Darma watched from her low vantage point, she could see his balls twitch and sway in the dim light. The next moment, a subtle flood of heat surged deep inside her. She covered her muzzle with both hands as Bodi spurted inside her. A high, happy squeak echoed through the loft--one she only recognized as her own midway through.

A throaty woof accompanied each squirt of canine seed. He clutched her desperately against him. Tension swept over him. He emptied his balls fully into the fox, and only then did he relax into a winded slump.

Mind a whirl of lust, the vixen panted. Looking under her body, she watched the unsteady drip of his cum onto her sofa's upholstery. The sight sent her hand zipping between her legs to rub with urgent need at her clit. Slippery fluid, hers and his, lubricated each stroke and the slight slick sounds only propelled her further toward orgasm. The feel of his cum dripping down her knuckles sent her over the edge.

She trembled under him. Her toes curled on air. Her tail flicked in his grasp. "Mmmmmmmff!"

"Hhhhh!" The brown canine groaned with pleasure as she tensed around him. He eased back, just a little, as if to give her room to move.

"No, no, stay in me! Just..." Not ready to have him out of her, she planted a foot on either cheek of his butt and pushed him as deep inside her as his softening dick would go. "Oh my gosh!" She rode through waves of pleasure atop the arm of the sofa, held in place only by the delightful bulk of her exhausted boyfriend. As the ecstasy faded to afterglow, winded and wet, the fox nuzzled up along her lover's chin.

His arms closed around her. Still buried in her to the knot, his every movement stirred along her tender, slippery flesh. Still breathing hard, he kissed the back of her ear. The warmth eased away her every worry as his weight pressed her into the old, soft sofa. For all the nights she'd spent on it, she never imagined anything quite like this happening to her on this; not for lack of trying, just for lack of confidence. "Mmmmm... That was really cool."

"Mmmmhmmm." He nuzzled the nape of her neck and wrapped his arms tighter around her. His hips wiggled atop hers. "Feel like you deserve this?"

She closed her hands over his. "Heh. Yeah, it does feel pretty right." Pinned under the bulk of a satisfied dog, she let herself enjoy the afterglow. They'd had to work pretty hard for it, but she couldn't deny she'd earned this moment.

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Another Rock Dog story! I've been very busy with the Marian book, so I decided to take a little break. Darma and Bodi are just too cute together! ^_^

Also, we might be getting two more movies in the series! Details are scarce --sounds like it's all at an early stage of production-- but you know I'm interested. *wags* "Production has also started on two sequels for the Huayi Brothers' feature film, Rock Dog, co-distributed with Lionsgate and Universal Studios." https://www.splashentertainment.com/company-overview

Art: Tzarvolver (Used with permission.) Edits: Slate, TheFunkyOne, Highwing, Ivic, CarlMinez, Eljot001, RobinSillyNeko, KohakuNightfang, TheCaringGuardian, Sarsi, Cedbat, Jovo

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