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Rock Dog: Mixdown by Tempo

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Even this early in the morning, faint echoes of music radiated from Rock 'n Roll Park. The constant noise had made the apartment cheaper, but Darma always found faint music reassuring. It kept songs from getting stuck in her head for too long. She looked out her apartment window. Morning light glowed through the trees, washing the world in yellows and greens. A small army of old ladies bounced and twirled in slow unison. Currently grooving to Ace of Base's "Don't Turn Around," they turned around several times as she watched.

"Are you playing the song on guitar in your mind?" Bodi stood, across the room, holding a box of audio cables and extension cords.

Her hands curled closed. She looked to him with a shy laugh. People didn't usually notice her doing that, or pay much attention to her in general. "Yeah?"

He nodded, as if that had been a very reasonable behavior. "Cool." Setting down the box by the front door, he glanced at his own, much larger, hands. "I'll have to try that sometime."

Discomfort melting away, her ears rose in amusement. While she'd seen plenty of couples pick up each others' quirks over time, usually they didn't do it on purpose. But the mastiff was so earnest about it, that she could find it endearing. She also couldn't believe they were a couple now. How crazy was that?

Her boyfriend looked around the living room. "What should we pack up next?"

Darma looked around at her material possessions: the fold-out sofa, the secondhand coffee table, the dresser that still displayed all the stickers she'd applied to it as a kit. She could have hired people to haul everything from here to the loft of Angus's garden shed, but that seemed like a waste. Plus, she had tacked a couple hundred notes to the walls with song ideas and corny inspirational quotes, along with concert flyers from the park and band posters from her childhood bedroom. Letting someone else riffle through all those papers felt invasive, not to mention a bit like a mess she'd never bothered to clean up. "Umm... Whatever you want, really. It all has to go."

He nodded and moved a floor lamp to the door, only briefly perplexed by the plug pulling out of the wall and bouncing past his leg. "Is this what moving is usually like?"

"I...don't actually know." She shrugged. "I've only ever moved out of my parents' house and into here."

"Ah, okay." He nodded. "It's the same way for me, with Angus's shed."

The vixen realized she'd been standing in one spot for about five minutes, trying to fix the battered green venetian blinds that'd been a lost cause before she moved in. She looked around at all the junk left to pack. "I think I might be bad at moving..."

"We should meet your parents sometime." The dog continued, in his merry way, placing random objects into a cardboard box: a belt, a pencil, a long-lost guitar pick. "They sounded nice on the phone."

She had to admit her parents were less intimidating than Bodi's dad. And her mom had been asking about meeting Bodi for weeks. "I think we should give them a little while to process that I now have a music career before they meet my wizard boyfriend in person."

"Do you think they'll like me?" His gentle brown eyes fixed on something under the sofa, which he knelt to collect.

"A magical dog who's Angus Scattergood's protégé?" Her mother was a lawyer and her father an accountant. Both serious business foxes, seen as astute professionals within their fields. "Yeah, I think they'll be impressed."

"Oh." His quarry turned out to be a stray CD case. He studied it like a long-lost relic. "That's pretty different from why you like me."

"I like you because you're nice." She smiled at him. Taking down a couple sheets of hand-drawn riffs, she found a paper with "Bodi + Darma" and a bunch of hearts doodled on it. That had happened by accident, a couple weeks ago. She should've probably felt embarrassed, sketching hearts around her boyfriend's name like a middle schooler, but the same giddy glee that made her draw it made her fold it up carefully and stick it in a nearby book on music theory. "But my parents want me to find a nice tod, settle down, and have some grand-kits."

"Is that what you want?" Padding back to the box of discs and cassettes, he placed the CD inside with care.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I do know I want to keep making music, though." She glanced back at him with a shy dip of her tail. "And keep spending time with you."

He wagged. "Should I be packing your music discs in separately from your music tapes?"

Darma looked at the mostly-furnished studio apartment, found another cassette behind a lamp, and handed it to him. "Together is fine. It's just great that you want to help me pack." Pulses of synth bass rattled in through the window. The vixen's ears tuned in. She glanced over. Outside, the gray-muzzled plaza-dancers boogied to "Bad" in a distinctly non-badass fashion.

He tilted the box to reveal a colorful collection of small boxes and packets. "Why do you have so many kinds of guitar strings?"

"To try them out, mostly. Maybe use them for a particular sound I'm going for." Her paw rubbed the scruff of her neck. "I collect guitar strings like normal girls collect cute shirts."

"I'm glad you're not normal then." He glanced down into the box, then smirked at her. "I already know all about shirts."

Her tail fluffed back and forth with happiness. Unpinning more papers from the wall, she wondered when had she bought so many thumb tacks.

He squinted at an opened envelope. "Darma...Li? I didn't know you had a family name. Or is it a clan name?"

"Practically." She rolled her eyes and got on her tiptoes to take down a band poster. Her tail stretched straight down, as if that would make her taller. "About a hundred million people have it."

His ears popped up under his hat. "Big family."

"We don't all get together." The vulpine smirked. "It's too much hassle."

"Wow, I bet!" With a blink of amazement and an earnest nod, he considered for a moment. Then his attention returned to the envelope in his paws. He held it up for her inspection. "How do I know what you want to keep?"

"Oh, just put everything in boxes for now." She didn't want to impose; he was sweet for helping this much. "I don't want to make you sort through all my stuff."

Placing the envelope onto a stack of mail, he picked it up and placed it in the box of miscellaneous items.

Darma continued unpinning things from the wall. She found a list of objectives for her life she'd idly written one night. Become a pro musician: that could be checked off. Change people's lives with good music: she had hope for that one. Fall in love: that really had happened. She smiled at her boyfriend, who was using leftover takeout napkins to pack her dishes. Yep. Really happened.

An hour passed.

The fox sifted through the vertical filing system she'd made of the wall. Some of the song ideas were, in retrospect, terrible. Many, in fact. Especially the sappy ones. She read a few of them to Bodi, who thought they were good. Especially the sappy ones. Once she'd plucked the last of them from the wall, she stuffed them all in a folder and set them on the stack of boxes by the door. The odds of the movers looking through them were low; the odds of them admitting they had, even lower.

The Tibetan mastiff straightened from going through her cupboards and gave a little woof of accomplishment. "Where should I put this one?" Holding a box that contained everything non-edible from her kitchen, he gave her a bright grin.

"Anywhere is fine."

He set it on top of the box that contained all the food in her apartment.

"Maybe we should order food." Hunger had snuck up on her. Noon arrived fast when you'd already unplugged your clock. "You want me to call the noodle shop?"

"I can call." His massive hands curled with excitement, the large canine traipsed to the phone, leaning over a small mountain of cardboard boxes to lift the handset. "I really think I've figured out the telephone now."

With a faint shake of her head, she smiled. "Okay, Bodi."

He found the phone number written on a note on the wall, back from before she'd memorized it. Finger drifting toward the dial, he beamed at her. "What should I order for you?"

She considered for a moment the literal game of telephone she'd have to play to order. "Anything is fine. It's all good stuff." That was true. She'd never had anything bad from there.

Out in the park, Spice Girls' "Wannabe" pumped through a boombox. The old ladies of various species wobbled their hips in a way that didn't strain their joints too much.

"Anything..." His lips pressed together in thought. Then he dialed the number, as if each number was an interesting puzzle.

Something about his manner caught her attention. Others might assume he wasn't smart enough to get discouraged, but in reality he was pretty clever. He had to operate with zero context most of the time. From the stillness of his tail to the slight furrow of his brow, his brain was working through something.

Lost in thought, the dog straightened with surprise as the phone's ringing stopped. "Hello? Hi, this is Bodi. What's your name? Hi. Yeah! I'd like to buy some of the crispy duck meat. No, it doesn't have to be from Beijing. Oh. Why is it called that if--? Oh, okay."

Inhaling to respond, Darma raised a finger to pause him. Then realized, no, it was fine to just let this happen. He wasn't failing catastrophically. And as a fan of the creative arts, she reminded herself to sit back and enjoy the canine's creative way of ordering delivery.

"Yes, I would also like to buy some of the clear noodles in the spicy sauce. The ones Darma always buys." The mastiff gave her a cheery wink.

Realizing she still had her paw lifted in a vague gesture, so she committed to a thumbs-up. Not for the first time, she'd been caught up in his dorky charm. Did everybody else find him this cute?

He nodded to the telephone. "Yes, this is Darma's boyfriend."

Heat rose in her ears. She still wasn't used to him saying that. Her heart fluttered a little. Feeling her tail fluff out, she smoothed it back down with a shy grin.

"Yeah, we're in her apartment. Oh! I'll see you when you get here. Thank you. Goodbye." He gave the phone a polite nod, then hung up. He wagged at her. "They already knew the way here. That's really good service."

"That's practice." She crossed her arms over her breasts. "They've probably delivered a metric ton of noodles here, one portion at a time."

He hung up the phone. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure." She looked up, wondering what cultural oddity she'd need to contextualize for him.

Buying himself another moment of consideration, he opened a box labeled "records," regarded the paperwork inside with confusion, then shrugged and began stacking vinyls inside it. "How come you don't say what you want?"

"I...don't know?" The question took her aback. Normally, she'd brush a question like that aside with a shrug, but the realization had started to sink into her skittish vulpine brain that Bodi actually cared what she thought and felt. So she contemplated for a moment. "I've never really had anything be about me."

Concern flickered across the dog's features. "Anything?"

"Not for very long. And not very much." Her paw smoothed her cheek ruffs. That sounded a little too tragic. She didn't have that much to complain about, compared to most. "I don't like to make trouble for other people, especially the people I care about."

He smiled and shrugged. "I care about you. You're really not that much trouble."

A smile lifted her whiskers. "Thanks, Bodi."

His hand drifted toward her. "You can ask me for stuff. We're a couple."

She touched his hand. "Might take me a while to learn."

"That's okay." He wagged. "We're going to keep being a couple."

A quiet trill rattled in her closed muzzle. Grabbing an empty box, she toted it into the bathroom and stacked towels and toiletries into it.

"I've been meaning to ask." Bodi poked his head into the tiny bathroom. "Why do you have so many soaps and unguents?"

Muzzle dipped with sass, she cast him an amused look. "You haven't been in a lot of girls' bathrooms, have you?"

"No?"

"This is not that many." Her tail gave a playful swish. "I'm not the girliest girl."

A tiny nod accompanied him filing that information away. "What are they all for?"

She gestured at the half-dozen bottles in the entire bathroom. "Shampoo, conditioner, pelt gloss, lotion... They're to make me smell nice, make my fur shiny, make my paws soft, all that girly stuff."

He wagged. "Cool."

"Cool, huh?" She rolled her eyes and bumped him with her elbow. "We can sit around and give each other spa treatments sometime."

The dog gave her an un-ironic nod. "That sounds fun!"

A yap of laughter echoed through the small apartment.

He looked at her askew, eyebrows slowly rising like he realized he'd missed something, hat tassels dangling. "What?"

"Nothing. It's fine." She waved the question away. "I'm not used to boys caring if their paws are soft."

He glanced at his hands. "Should I not care?"

Memories of his fingers inside her came to mind. He'd felt nice before, but softer paw pads could be nice... Flustered, she busied herself with packing the various nail clippers and whisker straighteners arrayed on the counter. "It's good that you care about that stuff. It's just another way you're different from most guys." She shrugged. "In a good way."

Her boyfriend wagged and took her hand with excitement. Then he looked down at it. "Man, your paws are really smooth."

"Heh, umm, thanks." She rubbed her other hand down the scruff her her neck. "It's tough to maintain, since I play bass and haul amps around and..." Her brain shorted out as it happened upon examples of her using her nice, soft paws on his big, sensitive dick.

With a quiet little glance for permission, he lifted her paw to his muzzle, nuzzled against it, and kissed her paw pads.

A thrill vibrated her like a guitar string. Having a boy kiss her without the barrier of fur felt new and intimate. Having the boy be Bodi, whom she trusted and was crazy about, felt like hearing a new favorite song. Goosebumps rose in an invisible wave under her fur. She took a giddy breath.

Bodi, unaware of the full reaction he'd caused, wagged at her once more and then returned to packing up the main room.

Darma retreated to the bathroom, heart aflutter. Like so many other moments with her boyfriend, it had been ordinary, yet made her feel extraordinary. She wasn't sure what to do with that feeling, but she liked it. While grabbing the quite reasonable number of bottles out of the shower, she pondered that she'd never have to use its tiny shower stall again. The one Angus had contractors install in the garden shed was luxuriously large for a fox. It might be possible to fit a fox and a dog in there. She smiled at the thought. Bodi was probably right. She should be a little bit selfish now and then. Not that he'd complain about getting naked with her. Too bad it was across town. That particular fantasy would have to wait.

That set her vulpine imagination in motion, however. With a little smirk, she committed to a scandalous course of action and, even as she blushed at the thought, glanced out into the living room. Once sure Bodi wasn't paying attention, she slipped out of her panties and started to formulate a plan.

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Fifth Child's Noodle Restaurant did indeed know where her apartment was. The plastic bag featured a red logo of a dragon in a delivery hat carrying a noodle bowl --heated by a flaming pearl-- in its coils. The art style looked like it predated the steam locomotive, aside from the website the creature soared majestically over.

Bodi's eyes lit up as he shoveled some Peking duck into his muzzle. He smiled around a mouthful. "This is really good."

"It's a pretty standard Sichuan noodle shop." She wound some noodles onto her chopsticks. "The city has a bunch of them."

Seated across from her on the floor, he gripped the small white delivery container and swallowed. "Cool!"

"It's cool..." Her eyebrows rose at him. "...that there are zillion just like it?"

"Yeah! That means we can get it no matter where we are in town." He scooped an impressive amount of rice into his muzzle.

"Okay, that's true." She plucked a slice of chili from her takeout box and popped it into her mouth. It burst with a pleasant burn. "Makes it less special, though."

Swallowing, he shrugged and wrapped some Peking duck and toppings into a spring roll. "Just because there's a lot of something doesn't make it worse."

With a playful smirk, she pressed her foot on his knee. "Is that your opinion on bassists too?"

"You're really good too." He squeezed her paw.

She shrugged, though her tail gave a shy bounce of joy. "I'm not the best."

"Nobody's the best." He laughed like it was the first time he'd heard of the concept. "Angus is super amazing, but he needed me to write a song. So he's not 'better' than me. And I'm sure not better than him."

Her eyebrow rose at him. "That is not how standardized testing has trained me to think." She'd always been a diligent student, but never at the top of her class. The idea that nobody was above her in the order of the universe left her feeling weightless. Seeing the world Bodi's way was bewildering, if enticing. "You don't really think like a fox, you know that?"

"Mm?" He looked up, muzzle wrapped around a spring roll.

"Foxes..." She clicked her chopsticks together, but failed to pull a more eloquent explanation from the air. "We worry."

After munching thoughtfully, he swallowed and tilted his head. "Because you care?"

"We worry even about things we don't care about." With a deep sigh, she shook her head. "We're paranoid."

Eyes on her, he nodded as he tried to dislodge some green onion from between his teeth with a chopstick.

"So learning to think like you do can be..." The vixen squirmed, chopsticks tracing through the noodles. "...uncomfortable, I guess?"

"Oh." He poured her some tea. "I don't try to make you uncomfortable."

"No, Bodi." She accepted the cup, which they'd had to unpack. "I like it."

The mastiff's tail drummed on the floor. He took another swig of tea. Reassuring that he could also drink tea without a stick of butter in it.

Using the excuse of drinking her tea, the fox contemplated a plan. She'd already slept with the guy, why was asking for more of that stuff so awkward? Songs made it sound so easy, so smooth. She felt about as smooth as the Himalayas at present. Looking down, she found her teacup drained. One nervous paw set it aside. Her thighs rubbed together, reminding her of her lack of panties.

Midway through a Phil Collins album, the boombox in the park fell silent. The putter of cars and the murmur of pedestrians replaced it. The old ladies would disperse now, as they did every morning at this time, like a scattering of red and orange leaves.

The vixen tried to think of something flirty to say. The options that came to mind ranged from so lewd she'd probably stammer to so terrible she'd probably laugh. Figuring it a good first step would be not having a muzzle full of noodles while she tried to seduce him, she set the takeout box aside. Her paws rubbed together in anxiety and anticipation. She toyed with the hem of her skirt.

Her boyfriend's gaze settled on her. A single glittering gem of tea rolled down his whisker and onto the floor. Eyebrows raised, he tilted his head. "What's up?"

Her fluffy copper tail twitched along the grey rug."Heh, I'm just thinking about what you said." She squirmed, unsure of herself, but resolving not to chicken out. She was a rock star. And had a super sweet boyfriend. She could do this. "About how it's okay for me to make choices and want things..."

Nose still in the teacup, Bodi nodded. Those bright brown eyes watched her with earnest attention. He was rarely on her frequency, but he always ended up in harmony.

A chuckle escaped her slim muzzle. Nervous, she bit her thumb and tried to play it cool as she lay back on the rug. "Heh, well, I can think of one thing I want..." A blush burned under her cheek ruffs.

The Tibetan mastiff tilted his head, hat tassels dangling.

Darma rolled to her stomach and glanced back to watch his reaction. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she cast a glance back at him. Instinct and desire conspired to flick up her tail. Cool air traced across her bare slit. With a little breath to tone down her embarrassment, she cooed in what she hoped was a sexy tone. "Y-you could go down on me."

His eyes widened at her lack of panties. "Go down?"

"Yeah, you know...lick me?" Okay, it sounded super awkward coming out of her muzzle. She wiggled her hips, partly to entice him and partly out of nerves. For all that they'd already done, it felt scandalous to present herself and practically demand he lick her. "I mean, if you want to."

The canine beamed with excitement, setting down his teacup. "Umm, yeah, I want to." Shifting to his knees, he shuffled forward and gently gripped her waist. "So, I just lick it?"

A little thrill of anticipation shivered through her. "Y-yeah."

His face dropped out of sight, though his swishing tail stayed visible.

The next second, Darma felt him kissing her entrance. Spreading her. Licking. "Mm!" She tensed for a second, then reminded herself this was her entire plan.

"Good?" Bodi inquired with his lips still pressed to her folds.

"Yep." Perhaps not the smoothest reply, but this wasn't a song she knew by heart. Not yet anyway. "You could even lick a little deeperrrrrrrrrrr... ooohhh..."

That broad tongue pressed into her with slippery ease. He hadn't even hesitated. The tips of his teeth traced ever so softly through the fur of her mons, even as his licks got bolder.

She hummed with contentment as his tongue traced inside her. Her teeth traced over her lower lip. Having a hunky boyfriend willing to go down on her did wonders for a fox's ego.

More than willing, he licked with undeniable enthusiasm. Those big, powerful paws gripped her hips. His supple tongue slathered pleasure deep into her slit.

Head cradled on her arms, the vulpine moaned. "That's good..."

A little grunt of pride vibrated her tender flesh. He might not be as much of a natural at cunnilingus as he was at guitar, but in that moment she had no complaints. Besides, she looked forward to instructing him.

With an upward shift of her hips, her paw slipped back to massage her clit. Unused as she was to having anybody down there, her first few motions bumped against his chin.

He backed off for a second, then gave a sticky smile of approval when he noticed her pawing.

The blush spread to her ears at him staring. She resisted the urge to let her tail fall in modesty. "Y-you can keep going. Just like you were."

"Okay..." Hunching down again, he nuzzled his lips against her slit, spreading saliva and her juices. He growled with happiness. Then he returned to the same pattern of licking he'd done before. That supple tongue laid down a nice rhythm between her folds.

Pleasure overwhelmed the vixen's mind. Her breath got shorter. Her mind got hazier. Her vision locked on the wood texture of the wall paneling. The circular rub of her fingertips on her clit was familiar enough to let her lose herself in the new pleasure of his attentions. Anxieties dissolving, she could feel herself pulled toward orgasm.

All the while, he kept licking. At the same speed. In the same wonderful places.

She shuddered, tail fluffed out and twitching. Pleasure came to a crescendo. A slow yap of bliss escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back. "Mmmmmf!"

Bodi kept licking, his paws keeping hold of her hips until she got too sensitive and shifted away. He eased her down to the rug and licked his lips with obvious delight.

Mind floating on a cloud of pleasure, she panted. Muzzle hanging open, her tongue balanced on her lower teeth. Having a boyfriend was really flipping cool.

The larger canine crawled over and cradled her head on his lap. His paw caressed her cheek as he smiled down at her.

A rare sort of peace settled over the fox. Not bad for a first try. Her unsteady hand reached up and took his, fur still sticky with her passion. Even here, on the floor of a cheap apartment, surrounded by boxes, she felt complete serenity because of the devotion in his eyes and the sheen of juices on his smile. Chest rising and falling, she allowed herself to linger in the moment. A vixen could get used to this.

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The world needed more cute Rock Dog fanfiction. ^_^ Been doing lots of research for this series.

Bass consultant: Flash Cultural consultant: Oyqy Edits: Slate, CarlMinez, Eljot001, Kohaku Nightfang Art: einshelm

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