FSE

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The back door of the taxi opened up and the two got out, barely a pause in their heated conversation to thank the driver before it was closed again. The Taxi then drove off, leaving the dog and cat arguing with each other all the way to the house and through the front door. The door closes and jackets fly off towards a couch followed quickly by the feline while the black and white furred dog strode towards the kitchen, flicking on a dim light on as he walked. "Liz you be wantin' somethin'?" He asked from across the room.

"G&T is you still got any left." Came Liz's reply, the Calico already making herself at home lazing on the couch with her feet on the coffee table and remote pointing to the lit up tv in front of her.

For a couple of minutes there was silence except for the background hum of an old lightbulb and the odd tinkering of glasses coming from the kitchen as drinks were poured. Soon after the noises from the kitchen stopped for good and the Landseer walked out with two glasses in hand, in one hand the promised gin and tonic while the other held a coke with whiskey. With practiced grace he floated over to the couch before kicking the cat's legs off of the table and replacing them with their drinks. "What I tell you about legs on my table?" he shot as he fell back onto the cushions with eyes falling with him onto the tv.

"That Dave is a poor judge of good housewarming gifts?" came the sarcastic reply before she noticed the drinks he'd placed. "Huh, thought you'd have gone with your dumb irish tea or something."

"Okay one; it's just whiskey tea and it's not dumb, two; it's too early to enjoy it right now and three; it's don't get my table dirty."

"So you agree that Dave has no decorative sense?"

"That's not what we're talking about right, what's on?" he huffed, wiping away a quick smirk stealing a drink from her glass which earned him a quick punch on his shoulder. "Hey you're gonna spill it!"

"And that's mine you asshole. Try it again and I'm taking away your show voting privileges." She countered, glaring at him as she nursed her drink away from the canine.

"So what we watching then?" He asked again, chuckling as he took a drink from his own glass this time.

"Michael, you're saying that like you don't have a choice." She replied as if she'd been stabbed by those words

"Well do I?"

"No." she finished, the curt reply followed by the selection of a show and the screen going black for a moment as it loaded up.

The room then filled with more light and noise as the show began, theme blaring from the speakers and sound bar with any noises from the two getting comfortable against the soft fabric of the couch drowned out quickly drowned out.

"Brooklyn Nine nine, really? Haven't we seen that twice already?" he critiqued.

"What there something wrong with watching it a third time coward?" she asserted as she her weight shifted against him and she took another sip of her drink.

Mike didn't bother responding, it wasn't worth the argument. Besides she wasn't too wrong and with nothing else to add he pulled her closer, letting her rest against him with his arm draped around her.

Minutes passed, the episode keeping them entertained. At least one was them was fully immersed in it as slowly Michael's mind wandered further from the episode, his interest could only last him so long with an already half-finished drink in one hand and Liz in the other. Idly his hand began to wander the feline next to him as he continued to sip his glass. Softly at first, brushing only against the fur of her belly which caused a small pleased purr to rumble out of the cat. The hand slowly got bolder as time continued to carry on, making its way up, up, and further up until it squeezed against soft breast.

This got a reaction he was looking for as Liz practically gasped and pulled herself away from the tv to shoot a quick glare at the canine who only answered with a grin and a shrug before doing it again. This time it was met with a small, slow movement across her body as she pushed herself further against him, the purring coming back in force. With the ball squarely in his court, Michael's hand was free to roam about Liz's body which he happily indulged in only to add his other hand in after placing his drink down onto the table, one groping and pawing at her breasts and one skirting and brushing her stomach and curves.

There was only so much Liz could do in her position and while she was definitely enjoying herself she wasn't going to let it be so one sided and so with a quite breath she forced herself up and onto the dog's lap, sliding them further down the couch. Breaths hiked as male lips found a feminine neck and hips began to press against hips, finally making the monopoly of sound produced by the tv topple.

"Mmph, this doesn't feel like watching tv." Liz breathed and bringing a pause to their passion.

"...Could always bring this upstairs." Michael suggested as he placed small hickies up the nape of her neck.

Liz shook her head as she rolled her hips against the growing bulge pressing against her thighs. "Nah I like this show and this seat's comfy enough."

"You sure?" he asked into her neck.

"What? Should I find another seat?" she replied haughtily

"N-no."

"Good." She purred as she wiggled her hips right up against him, she had him like putty in her hands.

With no further words their bodies continued to press against each other while the hands on Liz's body gradually shifted themselves downward, slipping under her top and against the soft fur underneath. Michael waited for a purr telling him to continue which he got not even a moment after, smiling to himself as he lifted the shirt up, revealing more and more of her patterned fur and taking it all in with a lust-filled smile. As quickly as he began he lifted the shift past her chest and towards her neck, watching arms come up to get the restricting material off.

As soon as the top had fallen off had the cat on top looking with a predatory smile towards him as he felt a tug at the side of his shirt's neck which was quickly followed by the sound of material tearing as a claw attached to a hidden arm was brought down, slicing through his top and scratching past his built torso until it had reach the bottom, rendering it in 2.

"Hey I liked that shirt!" he cried, looking at his new chest length robe and taking solace in the near bare chest of the feline. "You better be paying me back for that." He added with a growl.

"C'mon, you're the one who came boasting about their new goodwill find." She gasped as dominant hands pressed against her chest and fiddled with the front clasp of her bra to remove it. "You and I both know you'd have probably thrown it in the bin right after."

There was a pause for a moment in his growling as he dragged the undone bra down her arms. "Shut up." He grumbled nipping against the cat's neck, earning him a soft mewl.

"Hey, hey don't be sulky now" she giggled as turned around to lick his nose and wrap her arms around him.

This got to the riled dog who with sudden strength pushed himself up and flipped them over much to the shock of the cat as her world was flipped and her heart racing as she looked up at the canine pinning her down as he leaned down, licking his lips at the hot morsel beneath him. The tension between the two was getting heavier and heavier, Michael's fangs bared themselves to wrap enough her neck and then, suddenly they slipped. Both cat and dog lying next to each over bewildered looking at each over. The shift of weight had placed them too far off the edge and as Michael leaned forward his balance shifted enough to tip them over.

After realising what happened they both burst into laughter and began to untangle themselves, a few attempts are made to get a word or sentence in but the laughter consumed it. Both struggled to get up, with different methods of doing it. Ultimately Michael managed to pull himself to a stand first and extended a hand which was taken graciously before pulling the calico up and towards the sofa where they could comfortable get through the giggle fit.

"I think... that killed the mood." Liz said, turning her head to the big dog, after a good minute of giggled pants.

"Yup." Came the reply.

"Think we should get back to Nine-Nine?"

"Yea."

"Think we miss the good bit?" She asked, causing Michael to shoot up from his lull.

"The good bit? It's a show, there's lots of good bits! Grow up." He groaned back at her before falling back and shifting into a better position to face the tv.

She harrumphed and scooted over to him, letting her full weight fall on top of him and knocking air out of his lungs at the sudden body on him, sitting peacefully after that as the episode finally wrapped up. The next episode playing just as the last finished when Liz glanced over at their drinks, noticing both had now been completely emptied. "Hey you mind getting more drinks? I think we're both a lil'... Out." She points.

"Sure, you mind getting up?" the dog replied.

"Could I put my shirt back on?" Came her response.

"I dunno, can I put mine back on?" he countered.

"...Good point" she sighed after a moment and begrudgingly got off of him to let him get up.

With freedom to move the dog made his way back to the kitchen with the used glasses and began fixing out more drinks while Liz lazed about the couch, waiting for him to get back to unpause the show. It took longer than she expected for him to come back and when he did it was easy to see why. One hand had another Gin and Tonic while his other had a steaming hot mug of tea and if she was following the trend of their drinks, it most likely had alcohol added to it.

"Whiskey coffee?" She asked looking at his drink.

"Whiskey tea." He corrected her as he put the drinks down and then sitting down with Liz quickly sitting back onto him.

Some more bickering over the semantics later and the play button was pressed, resuming the show and their quiet evening with each other. Things mostly returned to normal from there, minus the top half of their clothes but that was diminished by the fact that they were resting against one another. Both parties seemed happily invested with their eyes glued to the tv this time. For a time at least. Again.

It started innocently enough, a small wiggle here, a slight rub there, coupled with a constant low purr with the start of a storm of teasing in the canine's view. Perfectly orchestrated by a certain conniving feline, not that he or his little friend could complain and it only got more intense the more he let the lady continue. Slowly, slowly his hands drew up from their wrapped position around her waist and started to travel up her stomach towards her chest, after all it wasn't fair to let her have all the fun.

Halfway through making his way up her body he gave up and made a beeline for the gorgeous bounty but was quickly shut down as his hands were slapped away. "Hey don't be naughty." She chided, poking her tongue out at him.

"I'm the naughty one? Then what do you call this?" he growled, bucking his hips up from under the teasing feline.

"Payback." Came her immediate response followed by a paw moving down to fondle the now sizeable bulge from under her. "And punishment."

"Still not telling me how I'm the naughty one here." He repeated, bucking his hips once again against Liz.

"You cheated at our card game." She told him.

"Wa... Hey that was only one..." he started before the cat interrupted him.

"Only paying for your drink once, stealing my chips, taunting me for my choice of drink, and being late. Do you want me to go on?" She continued as he continued to make excuses for himself and was interrupted immediately until he had to relent and agree less he faces more accusations of what Liz viewed as worth teasing him for.

"Alright fine, I've been naughty, what are you going to do about it then?" he admits, throwing out a playful glare at her.

"Simple." She told him and spun herself around to face him, planting her legs either side of his as she straddled him with her lips tantalisingly close to his. "Kiss me."

He didn't need any incentive as he pressed his lips forwards into hers and quickly wrapping her arms around her as their bodies came together again. His tongue ran out between his lips and slipped between hers where it met up with hers. The barbed tongue caught against his long tongue as they danced while both parties made muffled moans as passion flared up again. Neither party wanting to be the first to end the kiss while hands roamed against the other sex's body's, tracing excitedly against fur and muscle.

"Trousers. Off." Liz breathed after eventually mustering the will to pull herself away from his muzzle with a small gasp, nuzzling his cheek with an excited grin across her face.

"Ok, but only if you show me yours too." He hummed, sharing her grin as he let her shuffle off of him to stand, eyes not leaving her wide hips.

In Liz's mind it was a race to remove their last articles of clothing and yet at the same time a display, something to be savoured by the opponent. To distract, to entice, but most importantly to taunt. To show just what they want but can't yet touch, something Liz was an expert at doing at this point; her trousers came off like lightning while her panties took what seemed like an eternity. She teased taking them off once then gave him a peak as to what laid under them before then and only then letting the material start to slide down slowly, making sure that the view was obscured by hand or by hip while the panties slid down past the knee and beyond, finally reaching the floor. She waited a moment, not needing to see his face to know his reaction before pulling herself up with one graceful, steady movement and he was finally able to see what was hidden underneath, practically drooling at her beauty.

"I never get tired of seeing pussy's pussy." He chuckled as he looked her over which was quickly met with a quick punch to the shoulder.

"You're such a child." She sighed, shaking her head

"Pfft like you don't complain enough about me already." He huffed before getting back to removing the trousers that sat ignored half-way down, revealing the bulge that told the cat how happy he was to see her and stepping out of the trousers.

With his pants being the last restrictive item he smirked up at her and slid his fingers round the waistband, digging into them before bringing them down, leaning over to hide his surprise. Making sure they were completely off before he straightened out, giving the calico the full view of his maleness, half peeking out from its sheath and clearly excited to see her.

"So. Where were we?" he quipped as he grabbed the naked girl net to him by the hips, pressing her body against his gently.

"The part where you get the lube I think." Purred the feline as she pressed her nose against his for a moment.

"Then I think we have to take this upstairs." He growled lustily, giving the curvy behind a squeeze.

"Nuh uh, I'm enjoying myself down here, go get it horndog." She replied with a wry chuckle.

"You're joking right?"

"Nope."

"What about a blowjob to lube it?" he offered

"Mike, with your size to me it wouldn't be enough, so unless you want that bone of yours red and raw before you stick it in then go get the lube." She refuted, pecking him on the cheek before untangling from him.

With a defeated sigh he turned away from the female bombshell and rushed towards the stairs and to the bedroom, leaving Liz alone. The cat smiled after him before falling onto the couch as she began to play with herself idly, the noise and light of the tv now only a distraction for her as the fingers on one hand danced around her clit while her other hand made itself useful by playing with her chest, cupping her boob and rubbing the palm of her hand against her nipples, making her mewl in soft delight. Meanwhile Michael's quest for the lube was proving easy thanks to the forethought of having a good spot to leave it and with it in hand he rushed back downstairs, practically bounding down each step before freezing at the hot sight he was greeted with.

"You just going to stand there as if you were Dan or are you gonna get your dick over here?" Liz taunted him, pushing her hips out to show him her awaiting pussy which worked in getting him moving again.

"Hey don't be mean, just 'cuz Dan never gets any doesn't mean I can't appreciate a view." He chuckles as he walks back to the couch, sinking down between her legs and pressing his face against her folds.

"A-ah, you know it's true." She gasped as the hand that was on her clit moved to his head, urging him against her body as he worked his tongue against her slickened passage.

"Still rude." He replied with a mouthful of muff, his tongue continuing to replace her natural lube with his saliva while also taking moments to attack her clit which rewarded him moans that were music to his ears.

She said no more, letting him continue to ravish her with his tongue, small mewl and moans escaping from her mouth as she continued to play with her breasts, using both hands now that she as sure he was committed to pleasing her for the time being. She enjoyed his long tongue, how it could bound across the entirety of her groin in one confident lick, how it worked against her insides with practised precision to pleasure her, and how it felt dashing against her clit. Unfortunately as good as his tongue was she wanted something else, something way more phallic and slowly she pushed him up from her legs and without the need to communicate let him know she was ready.

Getting up Michael flicked the bottle of lube open, ready to apply it before Liz quickly stopped him and with shaky legs got up to take the bottle and pushed him back down onto the couch. Quickly they found themselves in the same position a few minutes ago with the male leaning back with his hands on her hip to let his partner do what she needed to do and just drank the sight in. Meanwhile Liz squeezed the lube into her hand and slipped it down against his hardening shaft. "Cold!" he yipped at the sudden sensation of the cool liquid on his shaft.

"You say that every time." She chided, shaking her head with a chuckle as she stroked his shaft before starting to rub it against her slit.

"Yea 'cuz you never do it right, give it, I'll show you." He complained but was quickly stopped when Liz brought him into a deep kiss while she continued the treatment of his shaft, making sure that there wasn't an inch left that wasn't coated in the lubricant.

"No." She simply says after breaking the kiss before capping and throwing the bottle to the side, having done enough to satisfy her as she lifted her hips up to line the tip of his shaft with her slit. "What's the magic word?" she whispers as she finally presses the tip against her entrance.

"You're sexy when you want things." Came his blunt reply, making the cat roll her eyes at his dumb suggestion clearly expecting something more along the lines of 'please'.

However she still accepted it as she adjusted her stance and pushed herself down, letting the tip press and begin to slide into her passage, making her coo as the large shaft started to fill her insides. The big dog groaned as the warm passage enveloped him and taking all his strength not to just thrust into her and closing his eyes as he focused on the pleasure as slowly more inches were swallowed up by the cat's pussy until finally their hips met and she had him buried completely inside of her.

Liz panted as she let herself get used to the hot length gentle throbbing inside of her as she looked up at the happy dogs face, smiling from ear to ear as he had enjoyed the shared intimacy, pulling her softly against him as he kissed along her neck and let hands brush down her body to appreciate the form that graced him. While he was happy to continue immediately he knew that she'd have to adjust first, so he waited for her to let him know when he could expect to start bucking into her.

However the signal never came, instead Liz just pushed him back against the couch and began to push herself up and down his length, softly at first and only an inch but it was more than enough to give her a moan of approval as he held himself back again, letting her control the pace while his hands cupped her breasts, beginning to grope and brush against them. This only added to the cat's pleasure and the more pleasure she got the more confident she got and the more she felt she could start to pump in and out of her.

"Wasn't expecting this." Michael groaned as he watched her lithe body impale itself on his hard length again and again, wishing he could record such a view.

"Good. I'm fulla surprises." She replied in between a few huffs and moans as she rode him, fully embracing him and using his frame to support her.

"Dunno, think I know you well enough to not have seen them all by now." He chuckled, unable to stop himself bucking against her a few times, making the female gasp out at having his shaft deeper in her sooner than she anticipated.

"I hate you." Was all she could respond with before pushing her lips against his before he could reply and invading his mouth with her tongue, wrestling his as she rode him.

As hot sounds continued and words were forgotten the previous pace became too slow and so Liz's hips began to move harder and faster which only increased their impassioned, muffled moans as his hands wrapped themselves around her hips, helping to piston his member in and out of her folds. At this time she could start to feel the telltale bulging of a knot growing up against her lips, not large enough to cause much resistance but it's presence was a reassurance, a sign he was getting close and that she only had to push a bit more before he reached his limit but it was definitely something that the feline didn't think could fit inside of her tiny body.

Sure she'd seen it plenty of times, done her research on how it worked and even played with it. Teasing the black and white Landseer but it always seemed too imposing to let anywhere near inside of her. That's not to say the thought never appealed to her, having something hot and heavy locking her down, making sure she got a full serving of cream. Though that always sounded like something he'd say.

She didn't have much of a choice as the hands at her hips continued to add more pressure and force to her hips and eventually started to grind her lips against the thickening bulb. She felt like voicing her concerns to him but she was caught up in the moment, the hot lips against hers and the large shaft plumbing her insides she couldn't muster up the will to pause it, even for just a second to tell him to be careful. In her mind she hoped he would be careful, that it would grow too big to be buried home.

However Michael was nothing if not persistent as the force he used to push her down grew stronger and stronger she felt her slit start to be spread open by the knot. Once. Twice. Then pop. One last hard push and she felt it slip past her slit and into her body. She shuddered and groaned against his lips until she had to push break the kiss, panting out as she gripped him tightly as she suddenly had to get used to the added girth his knot provided.

It took patience and the soft reassurance of pets and kisses to bring her back to reality while her body tried to expel the thick intruder. The knot making sure that all the clenching went to waste as it throbbed angrily in retaliation. "You're an ass." She panted after a few more moments of adjusting as her grip softened.

"Hey I thought I was meant to be childish." He replied softly only to realise what a poor choice of words it was when she glared at him. "You're right, I'm sorry. I... wasn't thinking."

"I'll accept it only if you pamper me later." She demanded.

"Deal."

"Good." She purred, smiling at him once again as she tentatively began to move her hips again and watching as his face contorted from concern back to being pleasured.

Michael kept his hands to the side for a bit, until he was confident she was happy moving again. That or he came, whichever came first as he was practically ready to blow at this point. Thankfully Liz proved tougher then she looked as she quickly got used to the knot and started to bounce up and down again, obviously restricted by thanks to the knot but it was clear that he could enjoy the familiar heat of her body in his grip as the tight lips gripped his dick, squeezing it as if to tease and egg him on.

"I'm... getting close to... blowing." He huffed and growled after a few more moments of humping as his body began to tense against the couch.

Liz didn't have too much of a choice but to get ready to receive his canine seed, the option of pulling out having since been removed. Picking up the pace to a furious speed she made sure his climax came soon, as the hot length start to throb and twitch hard inside of her. Suddenly with no more warning Michael howled out, pushing Liz down as hard as he could to make sure his length was as deep as it could be inside of her he blew. Hot wave after hot wave of spunk started to fill her passage and all the feline could do was grind her hips down against his, making his climax that much more intense for him as she was quickly filled to the brim with his seed.

With nowhere else to go his seed slowly continued to fill her up and she could feel her body starting to bloat up to accommodate all the extra fluid. Fortunately the intense orgasm slowly petered out before she got too full and having relieved his aching balls inside the needy hole Michael slumped against the couch, bringing his feline mate with him while he continued to occasionally twitch inside of her.

"Have fun?" she asked as she pressed her hips against his still sensitive groin, making him draw in a sharp breath.

"Y-yea?" he replied in a slightly worried tone.

"Good. My turn." She stated, spinning herself around to place her back against his chest and grabbing his hands, placing one on her chest and the other on her clit. "You know what to do. It's pamper time."

Michael knew he wasn't in any position to negotiate, not that he would have done as it was only fair play as he got to work. Pressing her body against his as he pressed his lips against her neck, suckling and brushing his tongue against the patch he was focusing on, giving her a large hickey as she mewled out. Meanwhile his digits did their best, circling her clit and gently squeezing one of her tits, watching and listening carefully to each noise and movement she made to adjust and perfect his skills on her body. Applying different pressure and strokes to keep her guessing and taking his time to build up the pleasure within her body.

Slowly he started to feel her shudder and jerk against his member as she got closer and the more he played with her the more frequent it became until he decided to finish the job, his fingers working s intense as they could go until the cat cried out, her body losing all tension as she came. Shaking against him and squeezing down on his still sensitive shaft, bringing gasps from his lips as he kept focusing on pleasuring her until she pushed his hands away and rode the rest of her climax out until finally it was over and the two were left lying on the couch.

"Pamper time's not over." She eventually told him after what seemed like an age of silence

"Alright." He replied "It won't be over for a while." "I can work with that."

"Good."

With the exchange over the blare of the tv was left to fill out their silence, having not stopped playing since which was fortunate for the stuck pair as they waited for the canine's knot to deflate enough to slip free of the feline. Her stomach still looked pretty bloated, even as a small trickle of seed found its way past their tie. "Did I do that?" he asked after his hands started to roam her body again, finding the bulge in her belly out of place.

"You did." She told him. "My bad." He whimpered.

"It's okay, I got an extra serving of cream." She replied, causing the both of them to chuckle.

"I think that's supposed to be my line." He grinned.

"Don't think I saw your name on it." She quipped.

Michael chuckled once more at her words before looking over and gasping in shock. "What is it?" Liz asked, looking around to see what had his attention.

"We spilt the tea..." he lamented, pointing to his mug which had a pool of now cooled tea splattered around the base and dripping onto the rub below.

"Don't worry we'll clean up later. For now I want to be pampered." She sighed, wiggling herself against him and purring as he began to stroke and pet her, letting herself relax in his arms as the tv once again took their attention.