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Getting to work from home for the majority of her jobs didn't mean that Bridgette was free of the stress of feeling like she'd spent the whole day in the office: it was the freedom to go to the kitchen and grab a refill of coffee that kept her from completely going off the deep end, but the one thing she couldn't stand were days when her boss assigned her to heavier loads of customer service.

"I didn't know that it was possible for that many stupid people to exist in one city," she muttered, when she finally had the chance to close her laptop and take off the headset. "I almost wish they'd start putting me on server installations again; I don't have to deal with nearly as many idiots doing that."

"True...but then when you do run into an idiot, you can't just hang up the phone on them when you've exhausted the conversation," Irving reminded her. "Not to mention the drive to the building, the drive back, dealing with all the other people you might have to see along the way..."

His paws were rubbing her shoulders as he spoke, and as she melted back into his embrace, a tiny snicker came to life on her lips. "Sounds to me like you're just trying to convince me to stick around the house...don't tell me you're trying to domesticate me again, big guy."

He was glad she couldn't see the nerves in his smile as he chuckled with his reply. "I know better than to try and force you to settle down...although...I do think forcing you to relax a little bit might do you some good."

"You seem to know when I need to relax even better than I do," she agreed. "I'm...actually really happy for that."

"Not to concern you, but I'm pretty sure I could grind coal into diamonds on your shoulders," he teased. "But I think I've got just the thing you need, if you're up for starting the weekend on a high note?"

She giggled at a ticklish pair of thumbs, rolling at the stiffest part of her neck and teasing a series of pressure points. "Heh...o-okay, okay...I'm willing to hear you out, at least...but why would I have a problem starting out on a high note?"

"I just don't want to shoot my whole wad first thing on a Friday night," he mentioned, realizing that he might not have picked the best choice of words. "I mean...y-you know: I'd hate to start the weekend off with such an exciting night that there's nowhere higher to go from there."

"You have my full permission to absolutely blow my mind in whatever manner you see fit," she assured him, looking back over her shoulder with her hair tussled in her eyes and her smile almost ravenous; she didn't know what kind of relief she needed, but anything that would leave her mind freed and her thoughts clear was something she was in the mood for. "Just coming up with ideas on the fly, or have you been planning this one for a while?"

Irving smiled down at her and gave the space between her ears a quick, teasing peck. "Been thinking about it for the better part of the week, but I wanted to make sure that I didn't build this up too much and then have it fall flat, but...I've been pretty excited about seeing your reaction."

She wilted her ears bashfully and felt a twist in her smile; she still wasn't to getting gifts, but she was rapidly improving when it came to being gracious for them, instead of uncomfortable about them.

"Don't tell me you bought me another gift?" she asked, but she immediately backpedaled. "I mean...I'm really, really flattered if you did, but you're gonna run the risk of spoiling me, y'know."

"Something tells me you'll be very happy about this one when you finally see it," Irving suggested. "But if you'd rather wait until the end of the weekend to se-

She tapped her own head. "Whatever it is, I welcome the distraction."

Normally, Irving didn't have any problem being a little pushy, and even outright dominant when it came to the way he and Bridgette played together.

This time, he was just slightly worried about being too pushy, but a paw lifted to her shoulder all the same and nudged her toward her home gym; she headed in that direction with a curiosity in her gaze, but her jaw dropped when she saw what was sitting on the floor, right near the stationary bike.

"How much did th-

"Don't worry about the price," Irving cut her off, refusing to let her develop a sense of guilt about the cushion. "Just be honest with me if this was too much, on my part..."

She was nearly buzzing against his grip, but it wasn't until her tail coiled around the inside of his thigh that she was able to properly convey how much she appreciated the gesture...or how badly she wanted to give her new Sybian machine a test run.

"...Did you really buy this because of our discussion the other day?"

The tip of her long, thin tail was already tickling his covered bulge, just to feel if he was as excited as she was: noticing such an impressive, thick pulse from his member, she thought he might be even more into the idea than she was...but she'd catch up in no time.

"Is it so bad if I did?"

"What's so bad is that you didn't just drag me in here and rip my pants off," she whispered, but she knew it was just loud enough for him to hear...and he didn't take for granted how difficult it was for her to make such a bold and powerful confession.

"That's your favorite pair of yoga pants," he reminded her, allowing his covered cock to rub against the middle of her back. "But I will rip them off if you don't hurry up and strip out of them..."

A previous discussion about wanting to try some more dominant play was the backbone of their evening, but neither one of them imagined that things would go so smoothly: Bridgette was shocked to feel precum staining the middle of her tank top, and Irving, for his part, couldn't believe how quickly the little mouse was able to sneak out of those yoga pants when she really wanted to.

He didn't even notice her panties coming off as she approached the edge of the Sybian: she paused there and admired the cuffs on the side of the cushion, designed for ankles or thighs to be locked into place, and everything was still shimmering and brand new, coated in thick, black latex.

The toy in the middle wasn't anywhere near as large as Irving, but she was grateful to see that he'd picked a canine model for her to take a seat on...and whether she was ready or not, she felt his massive paws wrapping around her waist, tugging up on her tank top.

"No point in riding something that vibrates this much if you're gonna keep this on," he told her, keeping up the dominance and quickly shifting from an act that she enjoyed to a genuine state of mind. "I wanna see those tits bouncing while you ride our little friend, here..."

"Little compared to you, maybe," she whispered, her voice rattled, but excited by the shift in Irving's temperament. "Doesn't mean I'm not gonna struggle with every inch of this thing on the way down..."

"Then start struggling."

Bridgette looked back at the canine with just a tiny hint of fear in her eyes: she only needed a quick correction of his own expression and a playful wink for her to know that he wasn't going to take anything further than she was comfortable with...but he wanted her to believe in his intensity.

"As you wish, master..." she replied demurely, allowing her tail to lift and her legs to part as she stepped over the cushion and looked down, gulping quietly at the tapered, canine length that was aiming right for her parted folds.

Irving was loving the show, but it was the tone of her voice and the words she picked that were taking a greater hold in the canine. "You can call me that all you want, and act like this is just for my enjoyment...but we both know damn well that you're in the mood to get speared on that thing...and I want you to let it all out, little girl."

Even if it was just his voice overpowering her, she was loving every word that graced her full, rounded ears; she was beholden to them, even when she bit her lower lip and began squatting on trembling knees.

She knew she was going to have to be careful about working herself all the way to the cushion, but the first kiss of the toy against her folds revealed a surprising warmth, reminiscent of Irving's touch: he'd warmed the toy up for her ahead of time by holding it in his grasp, making for a more comfortable first touch and a smoother, easier penetration.

"He's big...n-not as big as you, master, but...it's still f-filling me up..."

"And you're only teasing the tip...don't keep the lucky boy waiting," he instructed, approaching her side with a grin and pushing down on her shoulder. "He's been sitting here all day, waiting at attention, just for you."

Her soft, smooth, gray fur stuck out beautifully against the jet black of the cushion, and the realistically dyed toy of marbled red and pink began disappearing between her thighs as she settled in. A low, easy squat guided the first couple of inches into her eager folds, but once she made it there, she had to drop to one knee, and slowly work her way down to the other, until she was just above the bulge of the fake, but entirely impressive knot.

She was looking forward to working it into herself, but it was just low enough that she would be able to control that moment...at least, as far as she knew.

"Comfortable, my pet?"

"V...very..." she panted, enjoying herself so much just sitting on the toy that she could hardly imagine what it would feel like when it finally started buzzing. "And my master honors me...w-with his trust..."

Her ankles were pushed back to the sides of the cushion as a matter of posture, but she knew she wasn't going to be allowed that freedom; she only brought it to Irving's attention in the hope that he'd bend over and inspect her body, first...and as fortune had it, she was a very lucky pet.

She wasn't all that surprised to feel Irving's paws sliding along her thighs and drawing a trail in her skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake...and she nearly expected him to slap the cuffs into place on each of her ankles, adding that little bit of extra force that she was hoping to experience, and that he was dying to share with her.

The surprises came when his paw swatted across the whole of her backside: the difference in their natural sizes allowed him to scoop her whole ass in a single grope, and the weight of the blow was enough that it nearly did buck her from the toy...

...But eager, inner muscles clenched around the shaft, refusing to part from her favorite part of the toy.

"Showing so much attitude to your master deserved a little punishment," Irving reminded her, keeping in line with the scenario they'd created weeks before. "But being a good little girl and stripping down for me deserves a reward, in turn..."

He didn't tell her that he was already holding the controller in his other paw, and he gave no warning at all when the engine within started humming.

His ears couldn't help picking up on the quiet hmmmm that rattled away from the floor, but they perked up properly when a tiny, squealing cry broke through her pursed, tight lips.

"Master...t-that...oooohwow..._that's intense...h-holy fuck , that's intense!" she cried out, struggling to keep the spirit of their roleplay alive as she looked up at her canine boyfriend, seeing the sinister intentions at the edge of his grin: she wasn't going to know any mercy for the rest of the evening, but that was exactly what she'd signed up for. "Ooh...o-oh no...why are you looking a-at me like _thaaaat?!"

He bumped the level up just once, and even then, it was only for an instant: her voice made it clear when that glorious moment occurred, but she was struggling to draw enough breath to cry out the praises of the machine, much less what she needed to start bucking properly on the toy.

Sitting still, however, was something she absolutely refused to do...unless her master ordered it.

She could only pray that he wouldn't.

"You've had such an attitude lately, little lady..."

His gaze was taking her focus again, but his words wouldn't allow her to zero in on that part of the experience alone: he wanted to overwhelm her senses in a way that would create the total experience for her, allowing her to feel as though she'd been properly dominated and teased to the extent that she'd only ever dreamed of, before.

Being tied to the chair in the dining room and sat upon a magic wand was the extent of how far Irving had pushed her before, but this time, he was going to go just a little bit further, and unless she made it clear she was uncomfortable, he refused to break character.

"Every time you open your mouth, it's just more frustration and profanity...I'm starting to wonder if the only way to get it to stop is just to force you to choke something down."

He was in-depth enough with his performance that he could see just a hint of genuine concern in Bridgette's expression, but her eyes were delighted to watch the buckle of his belt coming undone, and the zipper falling away from his crotch as he lowered his jeans to the floor.

His musk was strong after a full day at his own job; even a single breath of the deliciously canine aroma was enough to intoxicate Bridgette and leave her concerns in a small puddle around the cushion, along with the plentiful arousal that coated her new, favorite toy.

"Tall talk," she paused, sucking in a tight gasp and finding that she couldn't manage more than a few words without needing to stifle herself. "From s-such a fucking...m-messy boy..."

She'd taken plenty of mental notes on the things her boyfriend enjoyed over their months together; she knew how much he'd struggle to hear those words without breaking down and giving her exactly what she was after.

It was poetic and convenient that the form of punishment he picked to give her was the very same thing she was after, but she didn't expect to feel the weight of his length slapping down on her muzzle.

"You're the one to blame for the mess right now," Irving reminded her, noting the trails of feminine juice that spilled down her inner thighs and soaked the canine toy within her. "Seems only fair that you be the one in charge of cleaning it up, too..."

Even the smaller leak of precum over the bridge of her nose was something she'd be tasked with cleaning up: the only struggle was maneuvering the tip of his length away from her eyes and getting it into her maw, but he wasn't giving her any assistance, at least, to start.

He was enjoying watching her struggle with the toy within her bodice as she tried to figure a way to guide the real cock before her into her maw without the aid of her paws...and in the process, her face rubbed a few more streaks of precum into her own fur before she finally managed what they were both so eager to try.

"Two at once...and you made it look so easy...maybe all that attitude was just your way of telling you that I've been neglecting your needs a bit?"

As far as lovers went, there were few more attentive than Irving, and fewer still who put their partner's needs so high at the top of the proverbial list.

It didn't seem possible for Bridgette to feel neglected, in that regard, but after such a stressful day of work and the terrible week that came before it, she wasn't afraid to look for any excuse for the plentiful canine to blow her mind and rearrange her insides; all she could do with the tip of his length in her mouth was manage a tiny, adorable grumble, but it was enough to bring a softer grin to Irving's lips, at first.

He knew she was trying to seem furious, even when she was struggling against the waves of her first climax...and he was happy to keep playing along, as he gripped the round, thin flesh of one of her ears and tugged her mouth further onto his tool.

You and I are gonna need some serious aftercare when we're done, he thought. God help me if you ever end up getting me tied up like this...

It was only a matter of time before Bridgette had her chance to exact some revenge on the larger canine, but right then, she couldn't have been happier with her punishment: any further and she would have been gagging on her 'master's' length, but his pumping hips were moving just hard enough that she could feel the pressure of his tip against the edge of her throat, without taking it that last step further.

What Irving didn't expect to see, as Bridgette bounced in place and hoisted her breasts with every thrust of her body, was a pleading gaze in the middle of it all, asking him to cross the line...even if it was _just_over the line, she wanted to know what he was really capable of when he didn't have to hold back for the sake of her safety.

It was a dangerous offer for her to make, even with the silent plea of her eyes, but that eager, longing stare remained as she pushed her neck as far forward as she could, trying to reach new depths on the impressive length of his shaft.

By the virtue of their different species alone, she'd never be able to feel his knot in her throat, but she was trying to get as close as their bodies would physically allow, and that meant Irving needed to fully embrace the character he was trying to play...

...it was a tough switch to flip, but his grip tightened around her ear and tugged it along with the side of her head, as his length went past the edge of her throat, bulging clearly through the front of her neck.

"See where all that attitude gets you?" he asked, looking stoic as he could when his whole body, right down to the tips of his toes, was quivering with the bliss of swabbing Bridgette's helpless throat. "It's almost like you want to be punished...like you want to be brutalized...b-by a pair of canine cocks..."

He knew he was speaking a truth to her and fulfilling any number of fantasies by allowing her to bounce on the vibrating toy as he pushed on, but she was just expecting him to settle his length a little deeper and stay there; she never would have guessed that he was reaching for the controller again, nor that he was going to try and keep pace with the toy as he did.

Hips with proper, canine skill could move as quickly as anything, and Bridgette felt her throat go numb as a rapid, pummeling pace jostled her head about. His cock was sliding in and out over her tongue so rapidly that her body couldn't tell when it should gag, and down below, the vibrating toy skipped the second level of intensity, despite that having been too much for her, before.

The third level was such that Irving could actually feel the tremors through Bridgette's lips, turning her into his own living vibrator...but the sign that he'd finally pushed her to the pinnacle of both comfort and bliss came when her juices splashed across the sybian toy, the first hails of her squirting orgasm making themselves known in a violent fashion.

Her knees couldn't keep bouncing after such an intense wave of sensations, and her furious rumbling went silent as her eyes rolled back and her head became utterly pliable: she was as broken as she wanted to be, and in the heat of that moment, Irving was finding it impossible to slow down, having given the lucky little mouse exactly what she'd wanted...

...and right then, he was getting exactly what he wanted, as the heavier vibrations within her forced her to try and scream around her mouthful.

Lips that opened wider allowed Irving to pump thoroughly at her face, fucking her throat and giving her only the slightest chances to breathe.

"You really t-thought I'd give you a break after j-just one round? No...that's hardly what I'd call a complete punishment, and you...d-damn well know it..."

His own fangs gritted as he lost his grip on the controller, but he ignored it, needing something else to grab onto if he was going to delay his own orgasm any longer. His other paw captured her skull, keeping her face right in place as he forced her to steady, turning her mouth into a proper orifice.

As the toy within rattled her womanhood to pleasure that she'd only ever been able to imagine before, her entire body shuddered on the cushion and bucked in place, simply needing to move to be able to tolerate such continued sensations.

"Service with a smile...I c-couldn't have asked for anything better..."

He was having to play a role to keep Bridgette in the right mindset, but the reality of the situation was that she was the one being serviced: the toy within her was just too much, but that was what she needed in the heat of the moment, and the girth of Irving's cock was far more than she could usually handle, but a broken mind and a pleasured body were allowing her jaw to nearly unhinge at his behest.

She was being given as brutal of a treatment as she'd ever known, and if it were with anyone else, she wouldn't have enjoyed herself as much as she was...but she was already looking forward to the delicate rub of her chin to massage her tired jaw in the aftermath, and the series of comforting kisses that would pepper her forehead when they were finished.

Affection and calming as those thoughts were, they were immediately offset by the gushing flood of canine seed, pouring across the back of her mouth and flooding her entire maw in a matter of seconds.

"I'd tell you to swallow it all, but...I wanna see what a messy little bitch you can be..."

The word just slipped out: he almost paused after saying it, but Bridgette's eyes were lidding over with the weight of her climax as she went limp on the vibrating toy, revealing a buzzing bulge at the top of her pubic mound.

Seed flooded her throat with such rapid volume that Irving could see every drop of his load as it expanded her throat and stretched her body to the absolute limit...but she was still trying to give his knot a final, proper kiss at the edge of the bulge of flesh.

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes at the sheer effort she put into the act, but she never quite made it: streaks of white, pearly cum spilled over her tired lips and poured down her neck as she finally discovered where her limits truly were.

Coughing, gagging and squeaking around his mouthful, Bridgette had just enough time to slide back from the end of his cock and wince her eyes shut as the last of his juices gushed into her face.

She was a quivering, panting, whimpering mess...and as her lover's excess spilled down the valley of her bosom and left her outsides just as messy as her insides, she couldn't find the words to beg him to go even further next time.