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"Finally!" Sidney let out an exasperated sigh as she threw her shoulder-length medical gloves in the trash. She had just finished milking a prized ulokar mount that seemed uninterested in mounting females, for his seed was valuable and was getting wasted on other males; hard to get the mares pregnant if it all goes in the rumps of other drakes. It was time to go home, and the weekend was just around the corner. "Darryl, I think you owe me a drink."

Her friend Darryl was an occasional volunteer at the Feral Fertility Clinic - or FFC - and he had been hanging around waiting for some work as she finished up her duties with the ulokar. "Sure, sounds like a plan to me." He got his coat while he waited. "Where were you thinking? The Bull and Barrel? Near and Dear? Or how about my place?" He offered a toothy grin as he suggested the last one.

Sidney raised an eyebrow and flicked her ear. She looked as though she was about to say something when she winced, cringing a bit while twisting and stretching her back in the process.

"You alright?" He asked, his mind immediately going to his other job as a massage therapist.

She nodded. "Yeah, I should be fine, just some sore muscles. Gotta get into some strange positions to please that bastard." As she spoke, she was cleaning herself off and getting changed into her normal clothes. Once she was done, she turned to him and gave him a look of devious intent. "I have a better idea. Instead of drinks, how about you take me back to your office and work your magic on me." She leaned in close, walking her fingers up his chest before licking at his snout in a playful kiss.

Darryl wrapped his hands around her rump and pulled her in close, giving a gentle squeeze as he grinned back. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He agreed, massaging her lower back to test her tension. "You can definitely use it and it's late enough that the clinic should be empty for us. Come on, let's go." He took her by the hand and the two made their way to his car. On the way past the entrance, the secretary wished Sidney a good weekend and that they'd see her again next week.

The massage therapy clinic that Darryl worked at wasn't too far away - about a half dozen blocks or so from the FFC - so it didn't take them long to get there, especially not considering how late it was. Though many were out partying or clubbing, most of that happened in the center of town and both of them worked closer to the outskirts so there was no traffic.

Upon arriving at Darryl's clinic, he whipped out his keys and escorted her to the back entrance, wishing to avoid the chance of the alarm going off if seen in the lobby. "So tell me, where is it sore?" He asked, escorting her into the room. The lights flickered before turning on with a steady hum, illuminating the table.

Sidney reached over her shoulder to lightly prod at herself, pressing at her muscles. "I don't really know, it sort of feels like all over. How about you feel around, see what you can find." She bit her lip and gently wagged her tail, leaning in close so that her breasts were pressing against his chest. "I don't suppose that will be a problem, will it? You're the therapist, after all."

Darryl swelled up in pride as he cracked his knuckles. "Not a problem at all. Tell ya what, you strip down and get on the table, and I'll be sure to help you out." He winked and gave a gentle smack and squeeze to her rump, eliciting a gentle yip from her. "I'll join you in a moment."

"Sure thing, stud." She pup-whined at him as she stepped out of her pants, walking over to the table while sensually unbuttoning her blouse. She turned from him so he couldn't see her breasts, revealing only her naked, furred back before hopping up onto the table, belly down. "I would hate to have a professional like you take advantage of me." Her tone was flirtatious and insistent at the same time, feigning innocence while showing no shame as her tail lifted straight up and her thighs gently parted.

"You're in good paws." He assured her, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke to reveal his well-toned chest and subtle abs, the bulge of his sheath poking out against the belt of his pants. As he stepped forth, he unclasped the buckle and let his trousers fall to the ground around his ankles, quickly followed by him kicking them under the table. He, too, was now nude and exposed, yet he held back from exposing the red of his member, for he fully intended to help her out with the knots on her body before trying anything lewd.

He may have been a horn dog, but he was also a professional.

The canine placed his hands on her shoulders first, pressing thumbs onto her spine and fingers slipping around her neck. He first needed to test her, see what parts of her were knotted up and what wasn't. "Relax as best you can." He instructed her, palms sliding down over her shoulders. "I need to explore your body before knowing where to massage."

She glanced back with a half-smirk. "You do your thing, boss. This little pup trusts your judgment and wouldn't dare question you." Her tail began to wag as she shifted in place, getting more comfortable while also preparing herself for when he would make his move.

"I thought I said to relax." He chastised with a smile and a light smack to her rump. "If you move, I won't be able to tell what needs my attention and what doesn't." As he spoke, he walked each of his fingertips up her spine, testing and teasing the muscle on either side before making his way back to her shoulders and neck. He could tell she was definitely tense, but that might have been her barely contained anticipation. Still, he knew where he had to start. First, he grabbed a bottle of lube - no, massage oil - from his desk and smeared it all over his paws; the concoction was meant to condition fur so that fingers and palms would glide over them with ease rather than cause extra friction.

The concoction he'd created for situations such as this that he had hidden away from his co-workers could also be used as lubricant, but he knew from experience that Sidney likely wouldn't need that unless she expected to be tied. When he was done, he tossed the bottle onto the table next to her.

Darryl squeezed and pressed where her neck met her shoulders, rubbing in circles with enough force to loosen her up without being too much. He knew that typical massage therapy was a touch more firm than most liked, and was very different from a sensual massage, so he tried to strike a balance between the two since she needed both. He trailed his fingers down her spine, lightly tickling in between squeezes and rubs meant to clench and stretch her muscles.

"Hmmm, yeah that's real nice, Darryl. Even better than last time." She moaned at him, voice trailing into a light whimper. "Way better than last time."

Though he knew he was good and had no doubts about his own skills, her vocal and sensual approval of him made him swell with pride. He leaned in and pressed his palms to the small of her back, thumbs up her spine and fingers curling around her body as he pulled them apart. This was to properly knead her muscles there, one of the most sensitive areas of the body. Her whimper told him he was doing it right, so he twisted and slid his way down closer to her rump, rubbing thumbs along the ridge where back met butt cheek, converging just on top of the base of her tail.

She pushed back into him and raised her tail high as she parted her legs to expose herself to him. "Yeah, that's perfect." she assured him, whining like a bitch in need.

Taking her hint, he eased his way downward to cradle her rump, squeezing with all of his fingers and spreading her open to see her tailhole and sex; but he didn't touch her there, not yet. Instead, he gave another squeeze to massage her before moving down even farther, wrapping each hand around her upper thigh just below the cheek. While giving her a gentle cradling, he did tease her inner thigh just enough to make her spread her legs again, but he didn't touch her lips. He intended to tease her a bit before giving her what she wanted.

As expected, she parted her knees a bit, dipping her lower back and raising her rump at him in anticipation. She wanted him, and had no problem communicating that. She whined and whimpered at Darryl, tail raised high and sex exposed to him, the frequency of her whimpers increasing the longer he ignored her loins.

Darryl saw this, but couldn't help himself from teasing her more. HE wrapped both hands around one of her thighs, squeezing and caressing her so close to her lips that she clenched, tugging her sex up towards her tail in a mating invitation. Still, he didn't touch her there, and instead migrated to her other thigh and did the same thing again, slipping up her thigh to tease her to the point of whining. "Everything alright?" He asked, deliberately timing his question so that both of his thumbs were dangerously close to parting her lips.

"You're an ass." She barked at him, tail curled up high over her lower back. "You know what I want, and you better give it to me." She shifted her weight to push back, nearly forcing his fingers to touch her, yet he still managed to avoid getting his digits moist.

Instead, he slid down towards her knees, squeezing and stretching her muscles on both legs at the same time. "What are you talking about, Sidney? I am giving you what you want, aren't I?" He slowly made his way back up her thighs to her cheeks, giving another squeeze while deftly avoiding her tailhole or sex. Once he had returned to her lower back, he pushed his weight down on her to force her haunches back down onto the table, or would have had she not resisted him.

Sidney flexed all of her muscles, forcing her rump up high against him, legs still parted and midsection propped up on her knees and chest. She whimpered and whined, flexing her pelvic muscles to invite him into her, but didn't say another word. The anticipation was killing her inside, and she was so excited for when he would finally pay attention to her loins that she felt the tickle of a drip of her arousal about to fall off her clit and onto the table.

Sensing it may have been time to make his move, Darryl hopped up onto the table with her, straddling her knees as he kept rubbing her lower back, rotating his palms in circles to spread and caress her cheeks while exposing her sex. He didn't feel the need to say anything, she knew what was coming next.

And of course, she immediately tensed up and raised her rump to press against the palms of his hands, tail wagging gently while she moaned in anticipation. Her loins tensed and her pussy twitched, body quivering in delight as he teased her. "Well? Are you going to make me wait all night, stud?"

Darryl leaned forth so that his sheath was resting comfortably between her rump cheeks, the tip of his cock poking out to prod at the underside of her tail as he started to grind. "Wait for what? Did you want something more than just a massage?" He prodded, hoping she would beg. While in that position, he kept rubbing at her lower back, tugging on her torso to help force his bulge up against her. The grinding served to peel his sheath back, exposing more of his length as his fingertips caressed and pressed against her skin through the fur.

Sidney's excitement was quickly reaching its peak as she matched his every motion, pushing back and gyrating her hips while clenching, deliberately squeezing at his flesh to peel it back with intent to expose him completely. She knew he wanted her to beg, but she wouldn't give him that pleasure, at least not yet. Instead, she arched her back in such a way that she trapped his cock tip under her tail, forcing it to aim at her opening.

A brief moment passed where Darryl considered chastising her for taking control from him in that way, but the warmth of her lips pecking at his cock tip quickly tamed him. Rather than waste any more time, he eased himself forth, sinking himself deep into her as his bulging shaft throbbed to full attention, her lips pressing to his sheath and peeling it back until it remained wrapped only around his partially-engorged knot. The tension of it made him grunt and growl, leaning hard over her body as he began to idly thrust and pump, paws still pressed down to her lower back in a continued massage both inside and out.

Her whimpers dissipated, replaced by a gentle growl as she nuzzled into her own arms, biting down to alleviate some of the pressure that came from under her tail. Before long, she was moving her back in waves, using it to grind down on his knot while his length pumped in and out, stirring her loins and coaxing a gentle layer of her arousal to trickle over his balls, soaking into the fur there.

Darryl grinned and grabbed the base of her tail, using it for leverage as he leaned back and bucked his hips, forcing his cock to slam deep into her, sheath peeling back with a pop to reveal the entirety of his knot. As he started grinding back against her supple movements, he returned both hands to her cheeks and gave a tight squeeze, pulling on her rump while using his fingers to pull her apart, better giving him a look at her tender lips gripping his shaft. He gave one more deep thrust, rotating his hips to roll his knot against her opening before pulling back again, relishing her quivering form that shuddered along with his every motion.

"What are you waiting for?" She whimpered, wagging her hind end to accentuate his throbbing cock within her. "You know you want to, and I'm getting sore with how much you're making me wait, dear." Her tail hiked up tall and she spread her legs as far as she could go while pinned beneath him, arching her back to better press her loins against his, pussy threatening to swallow his partially swelled knot as she looked back at him with the neediest eyes.

Darryl flicked his ear and wrapped his hand around her hips, tugging her up onto all fours for a better angle before roughly bucking into her like a feral dog, knot slapping against her lips repeatedly in between pauses to grind and force himself in. Her nethers were tight - as all bitches were - but he could feel the segment of her sex designed to hold a knot just barely out of range, the tight ring of vaginal muscles keeping him from busting through.

Knowing this, he quickly grabbed his lube-oil concoction and poured some on his knot in between thrusts, using his other hand to smear it all around his knot and coat both his flesh and hers, lubricating them while also giving him that telltale tingle of near orgasm, the slick friction of lube on flesh a pleasant accompaniment to the heat of her body swallowing him up. Once well lubed again, he grabbed at her rump with fingers wrapped around her hips, aggressively slamming himself into her with knot slapping against her tender flesh repeatedly.

Then, in a sudden quiver of her loins and just enough of a relaxation, he felt her ring of muscle loosen just enough to crest his knot and lurch over his bulge to swallow him up, gripping him around the neck and tugging him deep into her. Darryl lurched forward and caught himself before landing on her, pressing his body down against hers with both of his hands on the table on either side of them. The pressure eased her down until she was once again laying flat on her belly, the first bursts of his silken ejaculate erupting into her as his first orgasm hit.

She let out a silent howl manifested as a whimper as she felt his knot lobes swelling to full girth inside her, the hot pre-seed splashing against her walls and filling her up. She grinded back against him with her tail up as high as it would go, pulled to the side to give him better access to her sex. The intense pressure of his knot throbbing against her flesh not only let her deeply feel every one of his many ejaculations, but also the steady beat of his heart. "Quite the passionate massage, wouldn't you say?" She joked, clenching hard to pull him deeper.

Darryl growled at her and bit down on her neck, once again returning to her shoulders with his hands, continuing his sensual massage while his knot remained inside her, the distraction enough to slow him down, but not enough to stop him from pleasuring her. Ever diligent, he used both paws and knot to give her the massage she needed.