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"I'm home," Lana called out as she kicked the door shut and let her heavy briefcase fall with a thud on the entry tiles. The lynx's ears pricked as she waited for a response, or indeed any sign at all that someone else was there. The air was still and smelled of a long-ago lunch of cheap pizza. "I'm home?" she said again, her voice raising into a question at the end.

She padded into the house silently, pulling off her heels as she went. She peeked around corners, glanced through doorways, but could not find another sign of life in the entire house until she wandered out onto the back porch. There her husband Jeffrey, a German shepherd, sat banging his head to some unheard music and typing away on his laptop. Lana sighed a little and crept up behind him.

She waited for the right moment, held, shifted her weight, and pounced forward. With one hand she knocked the headphones he wore clean off, and with the other she tilted his chin up until she could meet him in a kiss. After his initial shock faded, his mouth opened and he kissed back.

"Hey," Jeffrey said, when he could finally speak again. "Didn't hear you come in."

"No shit." She held up the headphones. The music was so loud that the lyrics were clearly discernable to the lynx all the way from her outstretched hand.

The Alsatian gave a sheepish shrug. "Work was rough."

"Mine too." Lana handed the headphones back and flopped into a flimsy old lawn chair next to her husband. She pondered needing to get some new furniture so they could enjoy the evenings outdoors more, maybe they could go out on the weekend, and then she sighed at herself: here she was, just home from work, and she was already making plans. There were always things to do and she always felt like the one to do them. She tried to suppress the thoughts with an atavistic feline stretch, claws out, lips curled over fangs. Yeah. That felt better. When she glanced back, Jeffrey was decidedly not meeting her gaze. "What?" she asked, sitting upright.

"It's nothing." He waved a hand, but still wouldn't look at her. "I just had an idea."

Immediately shopping lists and recipes sprung into Lana's mind. She groaned and shrunk into the chair, tweaking the ends of her own ears to try and keep her mind in the here and now. "I'm not cooking dinner," she said firmly.

He shook his head. "You don't have to. I ordered out pizza for lunch. Got an extra large. Plenty left."

A moment of relief washed over her at the thought of having stale old pepperoni pizza without a care in the world. But then... "Wait, then what was the idea?"

"I was wondering..." He hemmed and hawed, his big canine ears laid flat against his skull as he tried to avoid the subject as long as he could. And then when he spoke, it was so fast he almost tripped over his words. "We haven't done a date with Davey in a long time."

"We haven't," she said with a bit of surprise. "It's been what? Almost four months? Five?"

"He's probably getting lonely," Jeffrey said, with a touch of a tease in his voice and a wag in his tail.

Lana playfully swatted his shoulder. "Doofus. Would it even still work?"

"Only one way to find out."

Lana rolled her eyes at the cliche. "No promises." She stood and, after one more languorous stretch, stepped back into the house. She paused in the kitchen for a drink of water on her parched throat, contemplating Jeffrey's idea as she did so. It had been a long time, after all, and she'd like to "see" Davey after all this time too. It would be perfect. Davey was the sort of impetuous, head-strong, live-in-the-moment guy she needed right then. She found her whiskers perky and her step light as she reached the bedroom and rummaged through the nightstand drawer. Hidden behind some knick-knacks she meant to find a good place for, she found the set of fake dog-tags.

It had been three years since the marriage counselor they used had set up Davey, a hypnotically induced alternate personality in Lana, in order to help their relationship. They'd used it less and less frequently as the months went by and their relationship stabilized. The months since their last use was the longest gap by far, and Lana was still unsure if the hypnotic trigger would still have its intended effect. She steeled herself for a moment, and slipped the dog-tags around her neck.

As she exhaled, long and deep and slow, her eyes, which she had been squeezing shut, slid open. Underneath, her gaze was glassy and distant. Her hands reached for the hem of her shirt and began lifting it off as the preprogrammed instructions began to transform her mind.

* * *

"Hey, doofus!"

Jeffrey felt his heart skip a beat as he heard Lana's now much more gravelly tones shout from behind him. He hoped it had worked. He really did. He leaned back in his chair, intending to toss out some snide rebuttal, but at the sight of her, he nearly lost his balance and fell.

"What's the matter?" Lana taunted. "Miss me?"

The German shepherd gawked. He'd expected Lana maybe to do a simple change of clothes, as she normally did when she changed in Davey. But instead, she'd gone for broke. She wore a wife beater that just barely covered the signs of the chest binder she wore to flatten her chest. Gone where the prim and proper slacks, and in their place she wore more-than-a-little-distressed jeans, which featured an extremely prominent bulge.

"Missed part of me at least, you slut," Lana said and thrust her hips forward.

Jeffrey felt himself blush and swing his head around, glancing towards the neighbors. "Someone might see."

Lana stepped forward, yanking Jeffrey's head around until they met in a powerful kiss. Lana's feline tongue shoved its way in past his resisting lips, the grip tightening until Jeffrey relented. She kissed possessively, demandingly, with sharp teeth brushing over his lips. "I'd be more worried about them hearing how much I'll make you moan, bitch." Lana said as the kiss ended, but her voice was slightly hushed, to Jeffrey's relief.

"Can we at least--" Jeffrey huffed with a sudden loss of breath "--get inside?"

Lana shrugged and thrust her hips lewdly out to him, the bulge in the jeans hovering mere inches from his face. "Fine. I guess. I suppose you'll want the blinds drawn before I strip you out of those stupid clothes too?"

"W-would be nice," Jeffrey said with a bit of a shudder.

"Fine. Get in. But don't keep me waiting." Lana reached down and groped her package in full view of the German shepherd's muzzle. "I haven't cum in a long while and I fucking need to get off."

"Sure thing, Davey," he said. Jeffrey quickly logged off his laptop and slammed it shut. He could hear Lana's tapping foot and feel her leering at him. A part of him shuddered with joy inside, and as best he could tell with the new persona overlaying her, Lana was enjoying herself too.

"Hurry. Up." Lana spoke sharply as she caught Jeffrey pausing to stare at her crotch again. "Or I'm fucking you right here, right now."

Jeffrey was almost tempted. Then he threw the last of his stuff into his bag and ran inside.

"That's more like it," Lana said. By the time she had gotten the door shut behind her, Jeffrey already had half the curtains shut. Lana rubbed at the bulge in her jeans as she watched his ass, so nice and round and presented every time he bent over to fiddle with a window shade. She stifled a moan with a grunt so the cute boy wouldn't know how much he was turning her on.

"Hey," she shouted sharply, as Jeffrey seemed to pause and take stock. "What do you think you're doing, slut?"

"I-I was..."

"Don't care," the lynx said and with a snap of her fingers, she indicated the center of the living room. Jeffrey started to slink over, before Lana snapped again. "Faster, slut. And why are you still dressed?"

"I--"

"I don't want an answer. I want you naked, bitch. Got it?"

Jeffrey seemed to shudder at Lana's verbal assault, a bulge forming under his own pants. He hastily threw off his clothes, piece by piece, shying away from the lynx's penetrating stare. When at last he took off the last sock, his hand naturally drifted to cover his sheath.

Lana wouldn't stand for that. She reached out and tugged his hand away, replacing it with her own, groping and kneading over his half-hard cock. "Awww," she cooed, with a feline growl in her voice, "did the puppy miss me?"

"Uh-huh," Jeffrey said, only able to make guttural sounds at first. "Yeah, Davey. Missed you lots."

The lynx purred and growl-rumbled before giving an unexpectedly sharp tug to the canine's balls. "Then get on your knees. You've got a lot of work to do."

Jeffrey winced, then dropped without thought to his knees. His eyes slid shut and his muzzle pushed forward, nose snuffling along the heavy fabric of the jeans, feeling the thick, heavy, solid object hidden behind them. Lana rested one hand behind his ears, guiding him in small ways. A push here, a push there, until he was grinding against the entire length of the faux cock hidden under her clothes. The lynx laughed to herself and pushed his muzzle roughly away, starting to unzip herself. She shoved the jeans off and kicked them aside, standing with the strap-on dildo pointing right towards her husband. "Well?"

"It's, uh..." Jeffrey had to stop himself from ruining the illusion. He wanted to say how much bigger she was than last time, as they normally used a smaller dildo for the strap-on when she was in Davey mode. She must have been in some mood. Not that he was really complaining. "It's bigger than I remember," he finished.

She waved her hips and made the dildo's tip drag along his lips. She then held the base of it, pointing it directly towards him. "Not gonna chicken out on me, are you, slut?"

The German shepherd swallowed and opened his mouth. He bobbed down the first inch.

"Ahhhh, yeah," the lynx hissed out. "Take it all."

Jeffrey smiled just a little: Davey always did talk like he was straight out of a cheesy porno. Then again, something that over the top was exactly what he was looking for. He took a deep breath and let himself slide forward slowly. The toy wasn't too big for his mouth, but he still wanted to go slow and give his jaw time to adapt.

Davey had other ideas.

Lana thrust her hips forward, holding his scruff so he couldn't escape. "I said take it all," she said with a snarl. "Or would you rather I left and took care of myself?"

Jeffrey, gagging a little at the sudden intrusion and trying to relax his throat, did his best to shake his head.

"I'm waiting to be impressed." She did her best to leer over him while keeping her strap-on embedded deep in his muzzle. "Prove you deserve this, puppy."

Jeffrey stared cross-eyed down the length of his black muzzle. He could see a little bit of the base of the dildo where it met with the leather harness Lana wore, the dark black dissolving in the cream color of her fur. And with his nose this close, he could smell how aroused she was. That got him. His nostrils flared, his eyes rolled, and he pushed himself forward, down over that last inch of rubber. He could feel the tip of the dong pressing against his throat and fought down the urge to spit it out. He only stopped when he couldn't hold his breath any longer, lurching back and gasping for air.

Lana let out a laugh at the sight of Jeffrey's own cock, fully hard and drooling copious amounts of pre into his own fur. "Seems the puppy likes choking on my dick. Is that right?" She gripped the base of the dildo and waggled its now-slick length in front of him.

"Uh-huh," Jeffrey managed, wiping some of his own drool from his jowls.

"Say it," the lynx said sternly, waggling the dildo again in front of his face.

Jeffrey swallowed, in part to clear it from the earlier intrusion and in part to give himself time to catch his breath. "Puppy likes choking on your dick."

Lana gave a contented growl and ran her hand up and down along the shaft, pumping its drool-slickened length. She started to work off her shirt and finally threw it away, striking a somewhat dramatic pose as if she was finally stripping naked, despite the binder on her chest and the harness on her hips. She took an aggressive step forward, almost straddling the canine's shoulders, her strap-on forced into the fur of his cheek. "And who, puppy, has the best dick?"

"You do, Davey."

"Not convinced."

"You do!" he shouted, all his earlier cares about the neighbors overhearing long gone. The dog opened his muzzle to take the strap-on into his mouth again, throating the entire thing without a moment's hesitation. He gripped her hips tight to him, his nose buried in the arousal-scented fur above her clit. His lungs burned as his tongue slathered over the length. His cock throbbed, almost forgotten, spurting precum over the lynx's feet.

Lana bit her lip and let out a hiss of pleasure. She waited for Jeffrey's squirming to get too desperate, then stepped back, yanking her shaft from his lips. "That's enough," she said. "I want you to get me off, not die."

Jeffrey wiped his mouth clean on the back of an arm, panting heavily. His eyes never left the strap-on in front of him.

Lana glanced down. "Awww, puppy made a mess."

Jeffrey finally looked away from the shaft in front of him. His cock had been so overeager that he left a small puddle of pre on the floor.

"You'll clean that up later," Lana said confidently. "But first, bend over."

Jeffrey didn't need to be told twice. He spun around on one knee and flopped over, tail raised high and wagging. Normally Lana would have spent some time prepping the area: some towels, some lube, some better padding -- but neither of them were much in the mood for it at this point. They wanted it hard. They wanted it rough. She knelt behind him, got herself lined up and started to push in.

Even as Davey, she knew better than to thrust suddenly deep and hard. Jeffrey didn't practice regarularly with anal. She was going to have to go slow. But all the same she made her presence known. She gripped the fur over his spine in fistfuls and kept the pressure up. There was an audible gasp from Jeffrey as the head of her strap-on slipped past the tight ring of his sphincter. From there it was easier, but she made sure to go slow. With every movement, the pitch of the German's shepherd's whine reached a little higher.

When at last her hips stopped, because they couldn't go any farther, Lana let out a contented sigh. "You're a tight little slut, you know that?"

The german shepherd let out a sound that could have been a crooning moan or possibly a hissed "yessssss."

She laughed and started to slide out. As she pushed in a second time, his hips tried to slide back to meet hers, but were stopped by a sudden swat on his cheeks. "Tsk, tsk, puppy. You need to go at my pace, not yours." She slid her hips forward, distracted a little by how hard the tail in front of her was wagging. It kept threatening to smack her chest (sensitive as it was with the binder holding it tight). She nabbed it and held it flat to his flank right before she hilted in him a second time.

She stayed there for a moment, tufted ears perked to listen to his panting for any hint of pain. "Puppy all stretched and ready for me?"

Jeffrey managed to pull his lolling tongue into his muzzle just long enough to say dazedly, "Oh yeah, Davey." Then he yipped at the suddenness with which the dildo was pulled out of him. Another yip as a rough hand pushed his shoulders into the ground, sharp feline claws prickling his skin.

"Then you had better stay still, slut, while I enjoy myself." And with that said, she checked one last time that her grip on his shoulders was secure before using it to piston herself forward, ramming her hips in fast enough to slap against Jeffrey's butt. Before he could even react, she was already pulling back and slamming in again. She heard garbled sounds as words caught in his throat, moans twisting into words, twisting into yelps, and then back again. The tail twitched in her grasp and even through the dildo and harness, she could feel the way he clenched tightly around her length and tried to hold her deep inside him.

After a minute, Jeffrey had settled into a drooling, incoherent mess on the floor while Lana was enjoying her own sexual high. Her hips thrummed with heat and need so that even the effort of the deep thrusts in an awkward position felt like nothing. She coasted on the feeling, eyes screwed shut and whiskers twitching as each thrust lit off another burst of pleasure.

Then, Lana decided it was time for something more. Her eyes opened and she stilled her movements just long enough to reach between the german shepherd's lewdly splayed legs and give his balls a more-than-gentle tap. "Wakey, wakey, puppy," she faux-cooed.

He groaned, his eyes shifting around to meet hers. "W-why'd you stop?"

Another tap on his balls, sharper this time. "Uh-uh, slut. You don't get to ask questions. Now. Roll over like a good puppy."

He seemed dubious at first, still impaled on the dildo, but he took a deep breath and tried turning his hips over so he was on his back. Lana took special delight in watching the expressions that darted across his face, the unsuppressed shudders of raw ecstacy.

Lana ran a claw up the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip of it and sending a speck of pre up onto the male's chest. "You look about ready to pop, puppy."

Jeffrey swallowed and took a steadying breath. "I am. I told you. Your cock is the best, Davey."

"Damn right." Lana pulled back out and shoved in again, this time while pumping the canine's shaft. She didn't give the canine any time to protest, grinding down onto him, smothering him with the weight of her own body, hips grinding and hand pumping. She felt him clutch at her shoulders, words tumbling out of his mouth as he shouted Davey's name a lot and fuck a lot more. She felt his orgasm hit in a twitch that consumed his entire body and then felt the wet, warm pulse of his seed that shot hard enough to hit her own chest.

He gasped and sputtered for breath, hardly noticing that Lana was pulling away even though it took the dildo out from inside him. He did notice however, when the very audible sound of the dog-tags hitting the floor met his ears, followed only a few seconds later by the thud of the dildo and harness also falling to the ground. He looked up just in time to see Lana tackling him, pinning him to the floor and pushing her now naked hips right up against his snout. The scent of her arousal, rich and decadent slapped his nose. "Oh honey," he whispered.

"Shush, puppy," she said, mimicing Davey's words but not his intonation, her voice no longer gravelly. "You had your fun now I want mine. Get me off. Now."

"Yes, ma'am," he said. He held her thighs for supprt and drove his long tongue deep inside of her.

She was so worked up from the initial act of sex that it didn't take much to push her over the edge now. He'd barely been at work a half a minute before she quivered and crooned as her own orgasm hit. Beneath her Jeffrey happily licked up the resulting mess.

Then both of them collapsed, him naked, her still with the restrictive binder on. They looked at each other as they recovered.

"That was... nice," she said.

"Yeah," he said.

"We should do that more often."

"Yeah."

"And you should cook me dinner."

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Once I can move again, anyway."

They both laughed. She got to her feet and he tried to join her, but after several fumbling attempts, he gave up and just relaxed on the floor.

"Oh fine, lazybones," Lana teased. She stretched and then looked down at her prone lover. "You know, there is still one thing you have left to do though..."

"What's that?"

She leered down at him and for a moment, her voice sounded a bit more deep and low. "You still have yet to clean off all that pre and cum you spilled on the floor. And I expect you to clean it with your tongue, puppy."

He blushed, his ears flattening but all he could say was, "Yes, Davey."