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Lots of people struggled to balance their working lives with their personal relationships, but when it came to the pack, there was no such issue to be had.

Kyra and Trish worked in separate places, and when they came home for the day, they had their own list of responsibilities to take care of around the house that they shared. Those tasks were suited to their specialties, so while Kyra was left up to fixing anything mechanical, Trish often found herself with a laundry basket in tow and a warm smile on her face.

It was comforting to know that they never needed to rely on a repairman, and Trish felt that the least she could do was pick up a few extra chores around the house.

While Kyra was in the kitchen, finishing up the repairs on the dishwasher, Trish was going through her Saturday morning routine of taking care of the sheets. There was only one bed to deal with, but it was a king sized mattress, and there were more pillows than they could ever reasonably need: that many pillow cases meant that there was no such thing as a small load of laundry.

With the bedspread dumped into the top-loader, Trish swished her tail about and perked her ears to the playful tune that the washing machine offered her as she set a cleaning program. As was typical of her laundry day, she decided to throw all of her own dirty clothes into a basket to wash them next, but for Kyra, that meant getting to spy on a naked vixen every time she walked past the kitchen.

She could only stand by and watch for so long.

"And now, a little afternoon nap on the couch," Trish whispered to herself. She set the washer to run and wore a warm smile at the thought of relaxing on a spring afternoon, with the window cracked just enough to let a playful breeze tickle over her bare backside. "I don't have anything else to do, right?"

After watching the vixen scoot up and down the hall so many times, each pass occurring without a single scrap of clothing, Kyra was on edge: she couldn't properly focus on fixing the dishwasher when such a powerful distraction was moving by every few minutes.

She'd taken just enough time to wash her paws thoroughly in the sink and dry out any stains before she put them on her mate's rump and gave a firm, startling grope.

"Nothing else that you have to do, no," she agreed, as she made her presence known in a terribly lewd way. "Thank you so much for taking care of all your chores so early, love. I don't suppose you mind if I reward you for helping out around the house?"

The girls had a system in place where the chores were always done in a rapid and reasonable fashion, and fights about things being taken care of were few and far between.

So-called 'rewards' for getting things taken care of were plentiful, however, and once Trish was done letting out a yelp of surprise at her lover's aggressive greeting, she gathered herself and looked back at Kyra with a smirk. "As long as that reward doesn't include giving me another heart attack, yes."

Kyra giggled. "Wasn't my intention to scare you that much," she admitted. "I guess I'm just a master of stealth."

"You're a master of moving when you know I'm talking to myself and can't hear you over the sound of the washer," Trish pointed out, as the low rumble and whirr of the drum spinning inside acted as a sound barrier over their entire conversation. "I'd tell you not to give yourself too much credit, but you did catch me off guard...perhaps more with the reward than your stealth."

"I'm not allowed to give my baby something nice when she takes care of all the cleaning for me?" Kyra asked, as if permission was ever a thing that they worried about. "And here I thought you'd be jumping up on the washer before I even asked you to!"

"Can't jump on the washer if I don't know that's what you want me to do."

Rolling her eyes, the husky released her lover's backside, but not before giving it a playful swat. With her other paw, she patted the top of the running machine and, much to her delight, Trish began climbing atop it. "I was trying to be subtle about it, but if you're gonna be that way...climb on top and spread your legs, love. It's high time you received a little praise for your efforts."

Naturally, this wasn't the first time that Kyra had interrupted Trish in the middle of her chores, and was nowhere near the first time that she'd gone out of her way to thank the vixen for her efforts around the house. If anything, this was a rather frequent occurrence, but it was one that Trish was more than happy to keep on reliving.

Her decision not to wear clothes on a Saturday morning might have been a matter of comfort and preference, but she'd never deny that she had ulterior motives for leaving her laundry in the hamper, instead of on her body.

"Why do I get the feeling that this is less about you rewarding me for my efforts, and you rewarding yourself for your own?" Trish asked. She offered her lover a quick wink, but even if she was teasing, she sensed there might be a grain of truth to what she'd asked. "Mind you, I was going to thank you for taking care of the dishwasher today."

"You can thank me when it's actually done," Kyra murmured, feeling less than pleased that she hadn't finished it yet. "It was giving me fits from the start, and then you kept walking by, and now..."

"Now, you're kneeling between my legs instead of kneeling in the kitchen," Trish playfully remarked. "I'm gonna have to give your legs a little extra treatment later on."

"I can think of a few other ways that I'd rather have you pay me back," Kyra admitted. "Not that I'd complain about letting your rub some of the tension out of my thighs; they're already starting to burn a little bit..."

A grin broke through as Trish relaxed on the running machine, feeling a pleasant vibration against the entrance of her folds as she made herself comfortable. "Then hurry up and reward me, so I can get to returning the favor."

Trish didn't have to do much, with her thighs already spread and waiting for Kyra to grace them. The husky was moving in closer and closer, but she was taking her time with running her paws up from just under the knees of the vixen and inside, to the inner part of her thighs.

Tender, sensitive flesh gave a twitch under Kyra's skillful touch- she was just as adept at working with flesh as she was with steel- and Trish was already stifling her first gasp as claws raked through her fur and brought new warmth to the crest of her pubic mound. "I know you're not the type to need a warmup, but as long as I've been working on you, I've never known you to complain about one," she mentioned, pretending that the whole act was just another piece of routine maintenance.

Seeing how much pride and effort Kyra put into taking care of the appliances, machines and vehicles of the house, it was actually something of an honor to Trish, to be put on their same level.

"Trust me, dear...I am not complaining in the least," Trish assured her. "But the last thing I want is for you to miss out on a peaceful, relaxing Saturday just because you were busy icing your knees on the couch."

Kyra's encroaching grin turned a bit softer: even in the face of the lust that they shared, Trish was still able to be a caring lover, rather than focusing on her blatantly obvious needs.

It touched her to know that, and as she drew in closer enough to catch a hint of the soothing, pleasant aroma easing from the vixen's folds, she hesitated and just admired the beauty of her womanhood for a moment.

The longer she knelt there, the more she realized how tender her knees actually were, but Kyra couldn't help just drinking in the sight of her lover's most intimate bodice, before getting in close enough to press her tongue to the gently parted folds.

"If this is my reward for working on the dishwasher," Kyra paused, letting her tongue drip the thinnest veil of saliva on the spot, "It's worth whatever soreness comes after."

Trish flattened her ears for a moment, unable to hide the bashful reaction to being considered a prize for her mate. She looked adorable in the moment, and as Kyra gazed up, she caught a glimpse of the heavenly beauty that was her mate, and the rare sight of any shame about her.

For someone who was so comfortable with who they were and the body that they'd earned, it was something of a treat to see Trish melting the way that she was.

"Weren't expecting me to be so tender right now?" Kyra asked, before putting her tongue back to work on her favorite treat. She could have taken another pause to tease the vixen even further, but the excitement of pressing her tongue flat on a stiff, proud clitoral hood was a greater thrill than she could deny herself.

Once she'd made that first touch, she wouldn't be able to help herself again.

"It was a p-pleasant surprise," Trish admitted, her words broken up by the brief gasp that slipped through her parted lips. No matter how many times she felt Kyra's tongue against her body, she couldn't get used to just how warm and moist it felt against her petals, and when the husky finally pressed just the right amount of pressure to her clit, she stiffened up against the machine.

Legs slipped around the back of Kyra's head and claws dragged over the back of her shoulders as Trish searched for purchase, but she wouldn't find any when her lover was already finding her groove. It was just a matter of time before the husky brought her mate to a satisfying orgasm, and the extra vibrations of the washing machine made the experience _unfair_for the vixen: she wanted to drag everything out for as long as she could, but she wouldn't be able to last long in the face of such an effective combination.

Things were just getting started when Kyra penetrated her mate with the tip of her tongue and moved it deeper into the passage of her womanhood, exploring the very beginning of her entrance with calculated skill and lustful hunger.

"This is a lot...m-more...than a simple reward," Trish tried to claim, but she was already struggling to get through her words as Kyra burrowed her tongue further and further into the depths of the tight, welcoming passage. "It was just t-the laundry, baby!"

Needing a breath anyway, Kyra gave herself a momentary break. She licked the front of her muzzle and cleaned her lips of the excess juices of her lover, until only the warm, heavenly scent of the mess remained, tickling its way up into her nostrils. "You really shouldn't downplay everything that you do around here, darling. Can you imagine if you left me in charge of all of the chores?"

Twitching and holding onto her lover with a pair of squeezing, trembling thighs, Trish did manage a quick giggle at the idea. "O-okay, I get it...you're not the best at handling these kinds of things. I shouldn't take them for granted if you don't."

Kyra smiled. "Exactly."

"But if that's the case, then you really ought to let me return the favor sooner than later."

The husky was already getting back to her treat, and immediately, Trish was forced to double over and grab the back of her lover's head. Her claws raked against Kyra's scalp and brushed through her long, delicate tresses as she tried to resist the sensations that bubbled up inside of her, but she knew she wouldn't be able to take such a talented assault for too much longer.

Just when she was starting to look truly desperate, a cheeky grin snuck past her parted, quivering lips.

"Speaking of rewarding you...f-for everything you do around here," Trish stated, turning the tables back on Kyra, "You're so good at fixing the toilet when it runs, and the faucet when it drips..."

Kyra blinked, keeping her tongue in a slow, lazy roll around the sensitive nub that was her vixen's clit...but her ears were perked up for whatever Trish was planning.

"Since you're s-so good at fixing leaks, why don't you..._mnnn..._t-try fixing this one?"

Trish knew her lover too well, by then. She could have done any number of things to thank Kyra for all of her hard work around the house, and keeping things in working order was no small task; it would be difficult to give her something that felt like it was doing justice to the magnitude of her efforts.

A warm, golden trickle over the front of her muzzle, however, was just what Kyra needed to know how much she was appreciated.

"Good luck with that," Trish whispered, letting her head roll back as relaxation washed over her. Getting to release her bladder didn't abate her pleasure too much, but it delayed the inevitable orgasm that was still impending...and it gave Kyra just the kind of boost that she needed to completely forget about the soreness in her knees.

Much as Trish was happy to tease her about the slow, warm leak that dripped down over her lower lip, Kyra was more than up to the task of keeping it contained, if her vixen wasn't going to push the full volume of it at her.

Of course, that was just another part of the thrill of it all: Kyra knew that Trish was taking it easy and letting a lazy stream trickle over her mouth so she could drink it from the source, but there was always the threat that her vixen would decide to change things up without warning.

Diligence kept Kyra right where she was, drinking her lover's golden blessing right from the source and working her tongue at the entrance of her womanhood with an effort that was building to a satisfying climax. As one source was emptied, the other one began to fill, until there was another pressure waiting to be released within her.

"You really are one...a-amazing mechanic," Trish complimented her lover in a way that was deeper than their sexual relationship, knowing how the husky prided herself on her tactile abilities. "I don't think you've let a s-single drop get by!"

Lewd as it might have been for her to drink her lover's piss straight from the tap, Kyra was loving the new sense of warmth it gave her as she reached the very last drop, feeling only the littlest bit escape her long, wide tongue. A hint of excess was always sure to dribble down her chin in her unquenched greed, but she was happy to wear the hint of a scent that came along with it, as a mark of the vixen that she so dearly loved.

"I do take pride in my work," Kyra answered simply, but she knew that work wasn't through with just yet. She would have been happy to wait for Trish to get a drink so they could share another bathing round, but there was one last hint of moisture waiting for her, deeper in the welcoming passage of her lover.

She had to work for it, but it took little more than a hard press of her paws against the vixen's inner thighs and the reach of her tongue into those same, warm depths.

Like a dagger, the muscle went right for Trish's g-spot and pressed upon it with eager haste. The moment she found the spongy flesh, Kyra refused to give it even the semblance of a break, and Trish found herself caught completely off guard by the oral assault.

Her claws raked clear into the flesh of her mate and scraped her skin as footpaws looked once more for purchase. She didn't find it, but she felt the warm, rapid breath of her canine lover against the tender flesh of her clit, all at the same time as a heavy press against her most sensitive spot within.

Natural lubricant was already spilling from her passage in the form of plentiful, liquid desire, but there was something more waiting to be released than that...and Kyra had finally pushed the right buttons.

"That...K-Kyra, that's-

Trish bit her lower lip and stifled a moan, but she could only manage that act for so long as a slick, messy streak of feminine ejaculate gushed from her womanhood. It was fast enough to catch Kyra by surprise, and the husky giggled as she felt the juices spray over the bridge of her muzzle and narrowly miss the rest of her face in the process.

"Cum?" she asked simply, unable to keep from chuckling about the mess that was left in her fur. "I kinda gathered that, yeah."

"It's...n-not funny!" Trish did her best to protest, but her body was thrashing against the washing machine in the throes of her climax. "Fuck, it's...it's still going! Yes! It feels amazing, Kyra!"

It wasn't the first time Trish was brought to a squirting orgasm, but those were a rare treat for the vixen, and one that usually left her too exhausted to reciprocate when a lover was lucky enough to give her one.

"And just like that, you've sprung a new leak," Kyra teased. "Guess I'm gonna have to put the dishwasher on hold, aren't I?"

There wasn't a lot of other work to be done around the house that day, and Trish couldn't imagine moving from the washing machine as she slumped back against it, still leaking her orgasmic delights...but her state of repose wasn't going to stop Kyra from going in for another taste.

She couldn't have her lover leaking all over the house, after all...