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Rock Dog: According to You by Tempo

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Seated on their shared bed, Darma leaned against the headboard. Outside, chilly autumn air danced through the now-golden foliage of the hedge maze. Even the mouse robots seemed to run a little slower, crunching over the fallen leaves.

"So why does Angus have all those gold records?" Bodi scrapped a blunt claw along the shrink-wrap of an audio tape case.

The vixen watched as her Tibetan mastiff boyfriend turned the object this way and that, looking for a point of entry. Her ears flicked up with amusement. "They're just trophies for selling a zillion albums."

"But he doesn't sell that many disk records anymore." He made zero progress against the shrink-wrap. "Shouldn't they be golden cassettes? Or CDs? That's mostly what he sells."

"Vinyls were the big thing when they started." After another few seconds of watching him struggle, she took the tape from him. "It's tradition now."

Standing by the foot of the bed, he scratched the scruff of his neck. "Do they sound okay?"

"I don't know if they actually play." She hooked a fang on the edge of the cassette lid and tore open the thin plastic. "Once they're covered in gold like that."

His head tilted in amusement as he watched.

Tossing the cellophane wrapping in the trash, she offered him back the tape. A little chuckle escaped her lips as she realized she'd just gnawed open some packaging in an unladylike and probably unsexy manner. "It's the only way to unwrap a cassette without a scissors or a pen."

With a nod, he took the case and creaked it open with two careful claws, like it was a tiny treasure chest. He placed the brand-new tape in her slightly-battered stereo and hit play. Swaying saxophone and upright bass reverberated into the loft. "So this is...?"

"Jazz." She hadn't had any good examples of it in her personal collection, but they'd picked up a few for cheap at the vendors downtown. "Cool jazz, specifically."

He nodded, considered the stereo for a moment, then turned back to her. "What makes it cool?"

The fox snickered. "You can ignore it."

"And that's cool?" He hopped onto the bed, tail first.

She rolled her eyes. "It just means it's doesn't have bunch of 'hot licks.'" Her chilled toes bumped his thigh, which she pulled back, only to return once she realized how warm he felt. She felt a little silly, taking advantage of his abundant and pleasant heat by resting her paws against him, but she couldn't find a reason not to.

He blinked at her. A couple different expressions worked their way across his muzzle. His eyebrow rose as he pondered the term. The tiniest hint of his tongue emerged and licked his lip in time with the beat.

A laugh escaped her. "Hot as in exciting. And a lick is like a riff, except it's single notes instead of harmonies."

"Okay." His tail wagged in time with the beat. "And are either of those a hook?"

"Sometimes." Her hand flicked one way, then the other. "A hook is whatever people like."

He nodded, ever an eager student.

"Good that you're playing attention." Eyes closed, tone academic, she waggled an index finger at him. "This material will be on the exam."

He woofed a chuckle and patted her knee. "Thanks for tutoring me."

Joy lifted her heart. "You're a pretty good student." She placed her hand on his, then gripped his fingers. "You have big, goofy, boy hands, you know that? Makes it extra impressive that you can play so well."

He considered his hand for a moment, then nodded. "I always thought they were big so I could do the Deadly Mastiff Paw technique."

"Well, I'm a fan of all your techniques." She traced finger pads over his smooth-furred knuckles. Looking up at him, she adjusted her facial features one at a time in the hope of discovering a flirty expression. Her tail fluffed up like an agitated pillow.

His kind eyes twinkled with amusement at her movements. "Techniques?" He tilted his head. "Like how I can fit a whole slice of pizza in my mouth?"

The vixen yipped a laugh. "I meant kissing!" She bounced his hand on her thigh. "And cuddling." She worked hard to keep her shrug super casual. "A-and sex."

His ears rose under that woolen hat. "Oh!" His tail drummed on a steady beat on the bed. "That's pretty great stuff."

"Are you happy with...umm...my techniques?" The vulpine found something really interesting to look at across the room. Yep, he'd sure done a good job of attaching that clothesline to the wall.

Bodi blinked, as the question rattled through his brain like a coin through a vending machine. A beat later, he dispensed a response: "Like sex?"

Still holding his hand, the vixen squirmed. "Like sex."

"Yeah!" His wags sped until his whole body waggled.

"Oh, that's good." Her ears flattened shyly. Figuring the conversation was already awkward, she pressed on. Restless, her fingers flicked through the baseline to Huey Lewis' "Happy to be Stuck with You" in double time. "Even though I haven't been able to, you know, take your knot?"

"Mmhm." A broad smile spread across his muzzle.

"You're sure?" She lifted her eyebrows at him, ears perked for any sign he was lying to protect her feelings. Not that she expected much subterfuge from Bodi, but fox habits were hard to break. "I thought canine boys were supposed to be really into that."

"I'm sure it's nice." He interlaced his fingers with hers. "And maybe we'll figure out sometime."

She studied his sappy expression. "And you're just cool with that?"

"Hmm..." His tail slowed to a stop as his lips pressed to a thin line of thought. After a moment, his floppy ears popped up under the fabric of his hat. "It's like when you hear a song you really like on the radio, but you don't know who sings it." He spread his thick hands before her. "Whether or not you figure that out, the song is still super good."

In spite of her anxiety, a laugh yapped forth from Darma's slender muzzle. "Okay, you're a total dork, but that's sweet." She'd have to write it into a song lyric someday, assuming she could ever handle writing a song secretly about her inability to tie with her boyfriend. With her luck, her mother would find out and that would be the most awkward conversation ever. Bailing from that train of thought, she leaned against the dog, enjoying his warmth. "You're pretty good for me, you know?"

"Oh! That's good. I'm glad you like me." The dog's wagging resumed. With a big dopey grin, he leaned in and touched his nose to hers. "Anyway, you're really good at sex. It feels great. And you sure seem to like it."

"Well, yeah..." A blush glowed under her cheek ruffs. "So you don't feel like you're missing out on one-night stands with cute fans?"

He woofed a little chuckle. "Our fans seem nice, but I wouldn't want to eat breakfast with a bunch of them. Or sleep next to a bunch of them. So I don't really think I'd want to have sex with them."

"Okay, good." After a flinch of hesitation, she gave him a quick kiss. A giddy chuckle escaped her throat. Talking about her love life with her boyfriend felt exhilarating. So did having a love life.

A moment dragged on as jazz music played on from the stereo. Bodi tilted his head again, hat tassels dangling. "Do you want to have sex with a bunch of our fans?"

"No!" Her blush got a few degrees hotter. "But I'm the bass player, not the frontman, so it's not like that's going to be a problem."

He nodded and squeezed her hand. "What got you thinking about this stuff?"

"I don't know..." A sigh huffed from the slim fox. "Sometimes, I feel a little...not confident about that part of our relationship."

"Whoa, really?" He squeezed her hand in reassurance. "You listen to a lot of songs about sex, so I thought you'd be really confident about it."

She gave him a sidelong smirk and poked his knee with her foot. "I listen to a lot of songs about being a rock star and I have no clue what I'm doing there either."

"I dunno." He grinned. "I think you're pretty good at both."

"Heh. Thanks." She rocked his hand back and forth atop his knee. "I'm not everybody's idea of a perfect girlfriend."

The mastiff shrugged. "Nobody is, though, right? I'd say try not to worry about it. We'll just keep being good to each other." He smiled at her. "That's been pretty cool so far."

A spark of joy fizzled through her body, frizzing out her tail. A high-pitched peep of contentment escaped her throat as she gripped his fingers. "Really cool." With a playful swish of her tail, she pressed her foot to his thigh again.

Letting out a playful woof, he grabbed her paws. Those big hands closed around them.

"H-hey!" With a yip, she wiggled her toes in his grasp, but didn't pull away. "That tickles."

"Heh, sorry. I'll be careful." At the comment, his touch got steadier. "Wow. Your paw pads are super soft."

"O-oh?" Her heart skipped to a faster cadence. Having a boy compliment her paws wasn't where she thought the evening would end up. Not that she should mind. Or be this flustered. No big deal. Sure, she had little daydreams about him touching her like this now and then. But it's not like she was some kind of hentai vixen. Foxes had an undeserved reputation. Mostly undeserved, anyway.

"Yeah!" He bounced a little on the bed, lifting both her feet onto his lap. "They're a lot softer than mine." He ran a thumb over them in slow consideration. "Like flower petal soft."

Flustered by the compliment, she chuckled. "My secret is wearing shoes. You're welcome to try it sometime."

"Your hands are like that too, though." With tender care, he reached up and took her hand. He turned it over and examined it with delicate care.

A blush kindled under her cheek ruffs. "I smooth them with a file." Discussing her beauty routines made her feel like a high-maintenance girly girl instead of a vaguely punk-rock tomboy. "And use lotion."

"That sounds like a lot of work." He nodded. "You must really like having smooth paw pads."

"Y-yeah, I mean, I like it, I guess, haha." She reminded herself to play it cool. She didn't want to come off as a paw weirdo. "And it's just something girls are supposed to do." Again, sounding more like a princess than a rock star.

"Oh. Well, I like how you feel." The mastiff shifted in place, as if thinking of how to explain. "You know, everywhere."

Darma's tail fluffed out like a bottle brush.

"Are you okay?" He glanced at her, hat tassels swaying. "You seem nervous."

"I'm okay." She shrugged hoodie-clad shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm just not used to someone touching me all over."

He smiled. "Should I stop?"

"No, I like it!" Her paws wiggled on his lap, very much not going anywhere. Realizing she might have sounded a little too interested, she dialed her tone down a bit. "It's just new."

Bodi nodded and warmed her toes with his hands. He wagged in shameless enjoyment of her. "They're a lot smaller than mine."

"I'm a fox." She shrugged. "I don't have big paws like a mastiff."

Glancing down, he studied the copper and black paws before him. "They're pretty, though."

"Pretty, huh?" A new blush warmed her cheek fur. Guys didn't tell her she was pretty a lot. Or really ever. She was just another ordinary-looking fox in a city of ordinary-looking foxes. And they sure didn't say it about her paws. Granted, nobody really saw much of her paws, but still.

"Yeah." His fond gaze drifted along her body before arriving at her face with a smile. "You're pretty all over."

Flustered, Darma cleared her throat. "I'm super ticklish, though." She ran a hand over her ears. "Always have been. Ever since I was a kit."

The canine's eyebrows rose. "Do you want me to tickle you?"

Images flashed through Darma's head: moments where she had been convulsing with pleasure at his touch. Granted, that was from orgasm, rather than tickling, but the memories left her too flustered to formulate a reply. A small squeak emanated from her. She curled her toes in his grasp.

He chuckled and lifted his fingers from her. "Okay, I won't. Don't worry."

"You can keep touching them, though." Her tail flicked against the bedsheets. "It's no big deal. They're kind of cold anyway." She slipped her toes under the hem of his shirt, into the warm fluff beneath.

Bodi gave her an amused look.

Her mind raced, fueled by vulpine paranoia. He'd been out in the wider world for a while now. Long enough that he'd probably seen pervy anime. He probably thought she wanted to step on his face like some dominating tsundere. She had to change the topic to something more normal. "So I'm pretty all over, huh?" Great, now she just sounded vain.

"Yeah!" His ears popped up under that knitted hat.

She crossed her arms and leaned back against the headboard. "What's that mean, exactly?"

"Hmm." He considered her for a moment. "Well, you have a pretty face."

Her ears flicked down, bashful. She ran a paw through her short, tousled hair. "I guess."

Those brown eyes flicked to her rear. "And a pretty tail."

She looked at the brush of coppery fur. "Sure. Most foxes do. I just use conditioner on it."

Her boyfriend shrugged. "And your breasts are really pretty too."

"Hey! Come on. Now I know you're just humoring me." Crossing her arms tighter around her chest, she squirmed. "They're really small."

"Small things can be pretty." Massaging her dainty paws, he raised the point casually.

She glanced down at her chest. "They're just sort of there. They don't make much of an impression."

"Well, yeah." His strong hands continued rubbing her feet, pulling them onto his lap. "They're under a hoodie."

"Oh, so I should take it off?" She toyed with the zipper. "Is that where this is going?"

The mastiff shrugged with what he probably assumed was a sly grin. "I'm always happy to see them."

"I bet..." A smirk crossed her muzzle. From any other guy, she might assume he'd only said that to see her topless. Bodi, though, didn't really do ulterior motives. And his hands felt warm on her paws. And he really did seem to be trying not to tickle her. It seemed fair to reward him. She unzipped the front of the grey hoodie halfway, revealing her bra. "There." She looked down again. "I still don't see how they're anything special."

He shook his head, whiskers glimmering in the lamplight. "You still can't see much of them like that."

After seeing her boyfriend's eyes widen with interest, she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, then pulled it free and dropped it off the side of the bed. "Happy now?"

"Yeah!" His tail drummed the mattress.

She rolled her eyes. "I never expected such an innocent mastiff to be a total horndog."

His eyes flicked to hers briefly before returning to her breasts. "They're pretty. The fur is really white, like snow. And they're the right size for the rest of you." He stretched a little taller for a better view. "And your nipples are a sunset pink color."

An undignified yap of laughter escaped her muzzle. "Seriously, 'sunset pink'?" As the blush continued to glow under her cheek ruffs, she shook her head at him. "You've been writing too many lyrics lately."

"Sunsets are pink sometimes." With a sidelong smirk, he lifted an eyebrow at her cleavage. "Especially over snowy peaks."

"Ooh, suave." She shifted to hide her exposed nipples, but didn't zip her hoodie back up. "Is this how you sweet-talk girls?"

The dog thought for a moment, then nodded. "I've only ever sweet-talked you, but it seems to be going really well." His fond gaze had trouble leaving her breasts. His warm hands never left her feet.

Warmth radiated under her cheek fur, in spite of the cool autumn evening. She still couldn't quite believe a cute, sweet guy liked her this much. She didn't know what to do with this much self-esteem. Her tail twitched with joy as the jazz syncopated onward.

Then, unbidden, her mind again flicked to anime scenes of a girl stepping on the face of the boy she secretly liked because he was such a baka. Foxes are incapable of putting something out of their minds, so she pressed on through her own flustered shyness. She played with the hem of her skirt. "Anything else you'd like to see?"

Bodi's eyes widened. His ears bounced up hard enough to lift his hat a millimeter or two.

Reaching under her skirt, she hooked a thumb in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. This maneuver required some jostling on the bed, which proved a great excuse to slide her heels around his crotch, bumping here and there against the bulge of his junk. Getting the underpants down to her knees, she realized she couldn't actually take them off fully without taking her feet off his lap. "Umm, a little help?"

Taking the panties in both hands, he pulled them fully off and hung them politely on the corner of the bed. Immediately, his eyes returned to the white fur of her inner thighs.

The blush now spreading to her ears, she lifted her plaid skirt.

His tail wobbled into a wag.

Her fingers slowly unzipped the side of the skirt. Ears flicked down, she slowly spread her legs. "Like the view?"

"Uh-huh." His hands settled to her feet, playing with them idly. He may have applied a little pressure to keep her heels against his concealed dick. Difficult to say for sure.

A little giddy from how well this was all going, Darma wiggled her paws in his grasp, careful not to shake them free. "So my feet are on the list of things you like, huh?"

"Yeah." He gripped her toes, curling his fingers along the pads. "They're pretty and they feel nice."

With what she hoped was a cool and casual glance, she splayed her toes against his stomach. "So...what? Is this where you ask me for a pawjob or something?"

"A what?" The dog tilted his head.

"Umm..." She giggled. Poor innocent Bodi. The evening was certainly not going as expected, but somehow she was okay with it. "That's when someone rubs your dick with their paws."

"Oh! Well, sure, yeah!" The dog sat up so eagerly that he bounced. "Let's do a pawjob."

She meant for her laugh to come off as casual, but was super nervous. "Hey, we don't have to. I dunno. It was just a weird thought, you know? It's not like we have to."

The normally laid-back canine gave her a wry look. "It seems like you'd like it too."

Darma sputtered. She'd just been goofing around, sort of. "Heh, I mean..." She rubbed her toes together atop his lap, bashful. Was she really talking about this? Okay, yes, she'd thought about it and how naughty it would be to have his hard canine dick spurting on her paws, but she didn't want him to think she was a perv. Guys didn't like it when a girl was a perv, right? "You don't think that's weird?"

"Why would it be weird?" He tilted his head. "You rub me with your hands all the time."

She squirmed, the heat in her cheek ruffs having spread to between her thighs. Her ears flicked down as she gave him a little smile. "People just think it's weird. I don't know."

His hand gripped her ankle with gentle reassurance. "If you don't know, it's probably not that weird."

"Oh. Okay." That had been super easy. The vulpine considered backing out, maybe doing this later, now that she knew it wouldn't weird him out. But with her bare paws already resting on his crotch, she worried she'd never have the courage to get this far again. Teeth tracing her lower lip, the vixen slipped a clawed foot forward to toy with his fly. One pad at a time, she ran her toes across the slight rise in his pants. In hentai, a girl could magically unzip a guy's pants with by pulling the zipper down with a claw. After the third failed attempt, she surrendered to practicality; she bent forward and unfastened his fly.

Bodi watched with open interest as she tugged his black boxer shorts down under his balls. He reached in to adjust them for comfort, but otherwise left her to take the lead.

The very tip of his red dick poked from its sheath. With an uptempo heartbeat, she pressed it against his stomach with a careful paw. The soft fur and flesh of his sheath proved very pliant, even as his dick throbbed harder.

The dog whimpered with arousal. His hips rocked up to meet her paw.

Darma watched in wonder as his dick grew from its sheath pushing up against her toes and spreading them to push between. Shifting on the bed, she lifted her other paw to his open fly. A foot to either side of his junk, she pressed them together on his sheath.

A quick glance showed the canine leaning back against on his arms. Legs spread, he let her have full access to his crotch.

With a simmering blush and giddy courage, she started moving her paws up and down. The supple sheath moved with her over the still mostly-hidden length of his dick. "I don't really know what I'm doing." Her paws improvised, toes wiggling around his tip.

The mastiff stiffened under her paws, both his dick and his body. "Mmf!"

For an instant, she worried she'd scraped him with a claw or something. Then she saw his hazy grin. She traced her paw side to side along his sheath, daring to meet his eyes. "That feel good?"

"Y-yeah!" His cock strained against her paw.

"That's good." Her paw traced up and down, teasing his exposed cockhead ever-so-lightly.

He panted through a faint smile. "So this is why you put so much work into keeping your paw pads soft?"

"No! I mean, yeah, I guess?" She stammered, feet still on his dick. "I've never had a boyfriend and I never thought a boy would want me doing this."

"I dunno." He grunted. "It feels great."

"Heh, well..." Glancing down from his gaze to where her feet rubbed his dick, she felt her tail frizz out, flustered. "I'm glad you like it."

"Mmm-hmmf." His cock swelled between her bare feet. His balls twitched against her heels. The beginning of that lovely knot swelled in his sheath.

During their previous romantic encounters, Darma had paid close attention to the rhythm of how her boyfriend jerked off. She approached her first footjob like playing bass: steady with only occasional flourishes, watching Bodi for signs to slow down or speed up. If he wanted to stop and hump her the conventional way, she wouldn't complain. She'd already slipped a hand down to masturbate. All this playing around had gotten her pretty wet. She could always write this off as naughty foreplay. Maybe it could become part of their sexual repertoire. She fingered herself a little deeper at the thought.

A marked crescendo entered his breathing. Eyes closed, he leaned back and let her work.

"So, umm..." Her voice shook, both from shyness and from the vibration of rubbing her clit. "Are you really into this sort of thing?"

Bodi panted, tongue out. A faint whine of desperation issued from his gaping muzzle. That thick dick throbbed against her feet. A faint dribble of precum spread between her toes.

"Going to take that as a 'yes.'" Keeping up the pace with her paws, she rubbed herself faster. All those years of music training where paying off: she could keep two beats at once.

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her paws and pressed them hard on his shaft. He kept to her beat, pumping her bare paws up and down his stiff cock. The slick heat of his arousal rubbed between her paw pads.

She fingered herself as she watched him jerk himself off with her feet. The hotness of the situation finally banished any insecurity about her kink. He liked playing with her feet. She liked him playing with her feet. No problems here. She yipped and growled as her hips rocked atop the bed.

With a frantic growl of lust, Bodi squeezed her paws on his knot as he shivered. That warm bulge pulsed larger between her paw pads. A shiver later, a hot string of cum spurted from his tip.

Darma twitched as it landed on her jaw. She glanced down to see a sticky trail on her bare breasts too. Just as she admired how it had neatly missed her hoodie, the second shot landed right on her stomach. She'd have to wash his semen off her hoodie. That's how hard her footjob was making him come. Pretty crazy. Especially for a fox who'd only ever done this in fantasies.

While the spurts that followed didn't have the distance, it was still super hot watching them dribble down across her feet. That looked like a lot of it. She'd made him come hard.

Driven over the edge at the sight and feel of his slippery erection, hot and softening on her paw pads, Darma gasped as she bucked against her own hand. Soft little yaps of pleasure escaped her muzzle. Her hips trembled as her muscles clenched at the naughtiness of what she'd done, at how much her boyfriend had liked it.

"Good?"

The dog gave a weak nod. His hands rested on her ankles, reassuring her he liked all this, liked her, that she wasn't a deviant for being a horny fox who likes her paws on her boyfriend's dick.

She ran her toes ever-so-gently over her lover's slippery dick. "Heh, cute."

Both lay, exhausted, on the bed, sprawled in opposite directions. Darma idly continued to touch and fondle his junk with her feet. Through hazy eyes, she watched his dick slip back into its sheath, silent except for their breath and the ceaseless swing of the jazz.

Minutes passed. After they both managed to catch their breath, he propped himself up on an elbow. His hat tilted to one side, but he seemed not to notice it. He seemed not to notice anything at all besides her.

She met his gaze. Buoyed by afterglow, she returned his dopey smile. In any other situation, she'd feel shy about laying there with her clothes half off, her stomach and paws covered in semen. But she'd just had a very nice orgasm. And a very nice dog was staring at her like she was the most wonderful creature in the world. That was pretty cool.

Bodi's gaze drifted to the mess they'd made, which caused his eyebrows to pop up. He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed some tissues from a box on the nightstand, then started some cleanup. He dabbed it off her hoodie and fur with surprising skill. Or, at least, it was surprising until she reminded herself that he no doubt had practice cleaning up after himself. Once he'd gotten her otherwise cleaned up, he gave some attention to his sheath and, messiest of all, her paws. She was, she found to her amazement, too relaxed to be tickled by his efforts.

His valiant efforts done, her boyfriend tossed the tissues into the trash bin and lay behind her on the bed. Those gentle hands traced around her middle, pulling her close as jazz played softly on. Yes, his slightly sticky sheath pressed against her bare butt. Yes, her paws felt a little cool from the traces of cum evaporating from them. But, with his nose softly pressed to the back of her neck and his every peaceful breath filtering through her fur there, she didn't feel like a pervert or a princess or even a rock star. Just a fox wrapped up in the arms of a dog who really, truly loved her. Which was how Bodi had seen her all along. As she cuddled back against him, she resolved to try to see herself from his perspective a little more often.

Curling her fingers around his hands, the fox sighed with contentment. "Hey Bodi?"

"Mm?" His larger form stirred behind her, just a little.

Embarrassment threatened to trip up her words, but she pressed on. "Want to try doing that between my breasts sometime?"

He nodded against her shoulder with a faint thump of his tail. "Mm-hm."

She cuddled back against him, feeling safe and cared for. "I mean, they're not very big, but maybe if I laid on my back and you got on top of me..."

His hips shifted behind her. At first, she blamed it on the wagging, but then the naked heat of his cock pressed into the fur of her rump. Yep, that was definitely him getting a boner. Right under her tail.

"Heh, okay. Wow." Darma blushed, but felt strangely flattered. "You really got that turned on thinking about my breasts?"

The mastiff breathed a throaty moan into her shoulder. "Yeah." His voice sounded dreamy, like he was still under the haze of orgasm.

Ears shyly down, she guided his hands to her modest cleavage. "That's pretty cool." She wiggled her butt back against his erection.

"Mmf." Draping his blocky muzzle over her shoulder, Bodi started thrusting in slow motion. His dick pressed further from its sheath and rubbed along her pelt. After some jostling, it poked between her thighs. He whimpered with pleasure as it pressed "Mmmm..."

The vixen giggled into her pillow. "Somewhere you wanna put that?" She lifted her right leg a little and rocked back onto him.

"Ohhh..." Inside her unzipped hoodie, his big paws massaged her breasts with loving care. That growing erection rubbed through the damp fur of her inner thighs. Here and there, it bumped along her entrance.

She shuddered as the dog's tip bumped her clit. She reached down and cupped her hands on his cock, feeling it grow. She pressed it to her slit and rolled her hips a little. The delicate fur of her crotch slid over his smooth dick.

Her boyfriend toyed with her nipples, squeezing them gently between his paw pads. "Oh, that feels great..." With a horny whine, he bucked his hips forward with unhurried enjoyment.

Wet and sensitive, the fox squeaked into her pillow as he pressed inside her. She'd always heard boys couldn't usually do encores. Even Bodi, enthusiastic as he was, usually needed to recharge for a while. A smile tilted her whiskers. She liked that she made a good boy this horny.

Bodi held her breasts, pulled her toward him as he started to hump into her. He grunted with each thrust. Their previous fun had left her so slippery that he immediately sank sheath-deep into her.

Her slender muzzle hung open. Her entrance stretched in delightful ways to accommodate him. Her toes splayed against the bedsheets. Yep. Pretty cool having a boyfriend.

An unexpected increase in thickness spread her. A thrust later, she realized his knot had started swelling, but was still small enough to fit easily inside her. The thought made her squeeze on him. It slipped in and out of her. Maybe the solution to fitting his knot in her was to give him a quick footjob first. She rubbed her clit at the thought.

The canine reacted to this added vibration with a woof of pleasure. His thrusts sped. The bed jostled and bumped the wall of the loft. His leg slipped over both of hers and drew her against him.

Darma yapped and panted. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of him making love to her. That bulge tugged inside her, then pulled free one last time.

He tried to press inside her again, but that big, lovely knot of his had grown too big to fit into a small fox. At least, not with her legs pinned together. That left it throbbing between her thighs, the shaft still inside her.

On a naughty impulse, the vulpine pressed her thighs together on his knot. Still rubbing herself with one hand, she reached down with the other to caress the exposed base of his thrusting dick. It felt hot and slick with her juices under her fingertips. She let out a whimper of lust, which he joined in harmony. Desperate for every millimeter of his dick that could be fit inside her, she pressed the knot up against her spread lips.

"Oh gosh, Darma!" The Tibetan mastiff groaned through his teeth. His body strained against hers. Jet after jet of hot canine cum sprayed along her already slick walls. That thick knot pulsed against her lips. His balls twitched along her thighs, pumping her full of his passion.

"Mmmf!" She tensed. The muscles of her passage clenched around his hard and spurting dick. Hitting a crescendo of her own, she reveled in the feeling of being held by him, of having him deep inside her.

As she writhed, he played with her nipples. Every tiny movement of his shaft inside her lubricated by the ample supply of dog semen, he rode her through the bucks of orgasm.

He lay panting at her ear. "W-whoa..." His embrace tightened around her. That still-mostly-stiff canine length pressed into her tender entrance, forcing out a thick dribble of their combined juices.

Even as the rest of her body relaxed, she kept her thighs pressed around his knot. She couldn't fit it inside her, not just yet anyway. That would take some more practice sessions like this one. But feeling him react to her squeezing it like this was the next best thing. Of course, cuddling after sex with her sweet canine boyfriend was the best thing of all.

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The perfect acoustics of the recording studio hummed with the attempts of a master guitarist to instruct his protégé.

"There, you've got it." Angus slapped Bodi on the back. "And that's all a tapping guitar solo is: paw pads." Angus wiggled his fingers mystically. "Just pretend the bottom part of the guitar doesn't exist."

The dog poked the strings into a tentative arpeggio, then looked up with glee. "It's sort of like a keyboard!"

"Sort of, yeah." The white cat turned to her. "Darma, doll, you reckon he's ready to try it in a song?"

The vixen crossed her arms. "No, but he's surprised me before."

"Lovely." Yawning, he stretched and edged toward the door. "Be a dear, would you, and teach him something with a tap solo."

"You're leaving?" While annoyed, she'd feel less intimidated with Angus not in the room.

One slim finger scratched behind his sunglasses. "Um, yes. I am leaving."

Darma glanced at the massive control panel. "Should we record it?"

"I always say: just record it all and let Ian sort it out." With a rock legend's confidence, he snapped his fingers at them.

She raised her eyebrows at the cat. He never said that. At the very least, not when he was playing. But there was no way she was going to argue with Angus freaking Scattergood about it, especially when it was a good idea.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to see a bed about a catnap." Already walking down the hall, he lifted a scrawny paw in the air. "Ozzy, man the booth."

The robot butler gave a little salute and trundled over to the control panel. His motors whirred as he rumbled up the ramp to the bench. His plastic hands poked a few sliders.

Darma grabbed a clamshell case of CDs from her bag. She flipped through. Even Bodi could only learn guitar parts on the fly. She'd have to pick something she and Germur knew. And something in her vocal range. And it needed a touch method solo. Out of the albums she had on hand, that basically left her with one option. She grabbed it and waved it for Bodi to see.

The canine squinted at the ornate font. "Orianthi? Is that Japanese?"

"She's a Greek Australian."

He gave a slow nod. "What language is the song?"

"Guitar." She walked up a rack of NASA-grade hi-fi and found something with a CD tray. She grabbed some headphones from a hook on the corner and handed them to the canine. Pressing a few buttons, she set it to repeat the first track.

Holding the headphones in both paws, the canine tilted his head at her. "You don't need to listen?"

She chuckled. "Bodi, I'm a girl who plays guitar. I always need to listen to 'According to You.'" Her tail swished with mischief. She tapped a claw on his six-string. "But I need to tune this to D."

Tail already wobbling with excitement, he took off the instrument and handed it to her. In the process, he made sure to nuzzle her cheek.

The super cool rock 'n roll vixen giggled as their whiskers brushed together.

The Tibetan mastiff wagged at her. Then he pulled on the headphones, right over his hat like a total dork, and pressed play.

Germur just smiled. Ozzy clattered out of the gear closet with a standard stereo cable, wheeled back in front of the control panel, and plugged himself in.

She sat on an amp, clicked on the tuner, and got to work on Bodi's guitar. Just had to bring each string down one note. Easy.

Gurmer leaned back on his stool. With a reassuring smile, he inclined his head at the canine. "So you guys are doing good?"

That bushy vulpine tail wiggled above the floor. Then her ears dipped at the idea of talking about Bodi while he was in the room, though a quick look verified he had the headphones on and was nodding along with his eyes closed. She tried to think of how to sum up the bright tangle of feelings inside her to the goat. "Yeah! I mean, I think so? You know how much dating I do." A nervous laugh escaped the vixen as she slowly twisted a tuning peg.

"Umm, zero?" He stroked his chin, then sat up with a thought. "Wait, zero plus one Bodi."

She rolled her eyes and flicked her tail. "Right, so how do I know if we're doing good?"

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Does it feel good?"

Her eyes widened. The string she was adjusting went way sharp. Her mind offered examples of Bodi making her feel good. Then she realized Germur probably didn't mean in bed. She cleared her throat and continued tuning. "I'm pretty happy. Crazy happy, really." She sat up, surprised at the giddy rush even just talking about her relationship brought. Her gaze flicked to the dog bobbing his head to faint music. "And he seems happy too."

The goat smiled and nodded. "Sounds pretty good, then."

Still nodding to the beat, the Tibetan mastiff took off the headphones and straightened his hat.

Darma smiled as he padded toward her. "What'd you think?"

"I like it! It's a really exciting song." He stroked his chin, considering. "I don't like how the ex-boyfriend treated her, though."

The fox gave him a flirty little smile. "That's because you're a good boyfriend."

He wagged with obvious joy.

She felt giddy at flirting so casually. Or at all. Blushing at little under her cheek ruffs, she pointed at her drummer. "Germie, you ready to play According to You?"

Germur looked at her like she'd asked some profound philosophical query. "Who else would it be according to...?" He scratched his chin with a drumstick and stared into deep space, lost in the deepest thoughts.

The dog looked to her, a half-formed question on his lips.

The vixen rolled her eyes and shook her muzzle. "He'll be fine once we start." She handed her boyfriend his freshly-retuned guitar.

Bodi put it back on and strummed through the new tuning with a look of mild surprise. He looked up at her with a wag of wonder. Not bad for the ego, having a cute boy constantly impressed with you.

She uncurled her fingers at the mastiff. "This song's kind of weird because rhythm guitar comes in before drums."

"Right!" He plunked through the opening four staccatos with careful attention, then looked up at her for approval. "Like that?"

"Yep!" The fox took a breath to steady herself. "Okay..." Counting her bandmates in with a couple nods, she hit a couple slow notes on the keyboard. The first few words of the lyrics made her heart race, since she sang them without any backup. They just sort of hung in the air between her and the microphone.

Then Bodi jumped in, mostly watching his paws. He chugged through the first verse. Not that challenging, but he'd never played it before. A quick upward slice of notes and he tossed her a grin.

Looking impressed, Germur nodded in time. His little beard wobbled. Snare and cymbal snapped in place on his rhythm part.

Her paw did a playful wobble on the frets as the pattern changed for the chorus. Vocals got louder. Her tail lashed under her skirt. After she yapped through the lyrics, her muzzle swung to him with a nod, telling him just when to come in.

Taking the cue, Bodi squeezed his eyes shut and rattled through a lick of notes. Always seemed at home when working around five notes instead of seven. He sailed from one riff to another, then handed the song back to her with a sweep of his fingers.

The goat kept up just fine. All those times of humoring her by providing live percussion for her to mess around with this song were paying off.

Second verse. Losing herself in the music, she leaned forward over her guitar and got bolder with the bass part. Her tail fluffed out as emotion overtook the long-memorized words.

Back to simply chugging along, he wagged in time and watched her. Rhythm guitar never seemed to bore him. His paws danced over the strings as he strummed into one cluster of notes, then slammed the pick down into another.

Germur bit his lip to suppress a laugh. Angus had impressed upon even the forgetful goat that studio sessions weren't like live, outdoor jams. The mics picked up everything.

Chorus again. Relaxing her throat, Darma went for the lyrics with a bravery she'd once reserved for singing in the shower. Her bass thrummed to a rapid-fire flicking of her claws as her pinkie held onto the pick against her palm, out of the way. The "walk with your fingers" motion plucked clean notes from the heavy steel strings. Good thing she'd applied a double layer of nail polish this morning. Snapping a claw would ruin the fun.

Again, he got really excited about the pentatonic run. She was starting to think he heard the world in pentatonic scales. No doubt her ancestors would've approved. Very traditional.

Darma, though, had been raised by rock 'n roll. Her hackles prickled with endorphins. Baring her fangs at the mic, she launched into the bridge. She growled, then yowled, and, by the last line, howled her dismissal to an imaginary ex.

Wagging in time with his rhythm part, her boyfriend glanced her way. His blocky muzzle bounced along as he varied the backing, paws sailing across the instrument as his eyes stayed locked on her.

The drummer's eyes widened at her too. For all the years he'd known her, she'd never been very aggressive in her vocals. His mouth opened in silent praise.

She'd have felt embarrassed, but didn't have time.

At that moment, the mastiff blasted his way into the guitar solo. His body scrunched up a little around the six-string as he used both hands to blaze through a flurry of notes just above the guitar body. The blurred vibration of the strings shifted to a blue glow. Visible chi radiated out from his hands and washed through the studio. Dropped pens, paperclips, and a tuner with its LEDs flickering to keep up twirled at eye level.

Floating several centimeters off the floor, Germur grabbed the bass drum with his legs to keep from drifting away from his kit. Were it not for his perpetual mellowness, he might not have been able to keep a steady beat when half a meter in the air.

Buoyed upward, Darma exchanged an impressed look with her drummer, then stretched a little to be closer to her mic. The alternate chorus had a lyrical switch-up, but she'd heard the song enough to know it was coming. Before she'd played with Bodi, she'd worried levitation would make playing guitar more difficult, but the serenity that came with it put her in the groove.

Lead guitar wailing through the alternate chorus, the mastiff howled backup vocals. He gripped the guitar, dive-bombing the whammy bar until it wailed like a firetruck siren.

His stool having drifted away, Germur had floated roughly level with the floor, but still managed to hit the same driving rhythm. By the end of the chorus, though, he couldn't reach the drums anymore. The last couple beats required him to throw his drumsticks. That's okay. The final chorus could be stripped-down anyway.

Glad to be strapped to her instrument, the vixen plucked through the last notes of the shortened chorus with her boyfriend. Slowly, gently, her boots found their way back to the floor.

The mastiff settled back down to Earth as well, then cast her a silent smile of excitement. His eyebrows rose in an equally quiet question. Sweet that he'd learned not to talk about how the song had gone while it was still recording.

She swished her tail happily back at him. As far I she could tell, their guitar strings had stopped vibrating, but she still glanced to Ozzy to make sure the robot had finished recording.

The small electronic butler gave them a thumbs-up. Or as close to a thumbs-up as a robot could give without thumbs.

"Good job, Bodi. You too, Germ." Her gaze flicked around the room, looking for the goat. "Germie?"

Bodi looked around too, then snickered when he looked directly behind her.

Darma spun to find her lost bandmate.

Cymbal lodged behind a square of sound insulation, Germur dangled from its stand, almost a meter off the floor. Holding on with both arms, he gave them both a casual nod. "Sounded pretty good to me, dudes."

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Another Rock Dog fic! I've had a number of artists pledge illustrations for this series, which has been inspiring some new developments.

Featured song: Orianthi "According to You"

Music consultant: Flash Edits: Kalahari, Phenokage, Toxoglossa, Jovo, Kalahari, Sarsi, Kohaku Nightfang, Kindle Art: DimWitDog (Used with permission.)

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