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Code Drop: Dare to Dream By Tempo

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Autumn air whispered of the morning's rain. Curtains danced on the breeze; their every parting infused the room with traces of light. Sunshine flared over cotton sheets to flowing golden fur. The retriever squirmed atop his bedspread, erect cock bobbing as he braced against the headboard, opened his mouth, and bent forward.

Just a little further... Don't fail me now, penis and spinal cord!

Erik strained, trying to bridge the distance between his tongue and cock. He'd never been good at acrobatics or multitasking, and autofellatio seemed to require more of both these days. Two gold-furred paws stroked up and down his erection, urging it as stiff as possible while he tried not to climax before he got in his own mouth. He wiggled against the headboard, finding a position somewhere between comfort and spine injury. Close, so close. He gripped his sheath and gave it a couple quick jerks over the base of his length, managing to bop himself on the nose. In an instant, a musky bouquet of precum swept through his brain.

When he regained his grip on reality, he found he'd slipped off the pillow pile. A heavy sigh escaped his chest. Well, ninth time's the charm squared. After some rearranging, he managed to get back into position for another approach. He'd make it this time. He just had to believe in himself...

His girlfriend walked into the bedroom with a basket of laundry, then froze, pretty brown eyes on his extemporaneous yoga pose. She burst out laughing.

A blush burned under his fur. Not that he minded her seeing him in sexy positions; he'd just never sucked his cock in front of her. To be fair, he still hadn't. His tongue stretched just a little further. I hereby declare this position the incomplete oroborus.

The jackal leaned against the doorframe, about to collapse under the weight of her mirth. "Erik! Seriously?"

"Wha?" He met her gaze and wagged over the sheets, then waggled his tongue back and forth, trying to relax its muscles.

The jackal set down the clean clothes and prowled toward their bed with a giggle. She unzipped her pants and let them slide off her hips. Sunlight danced over her half-buttoned shirt, her thin panties, her bare fur. Her black hair gleamed in a loose ponytail. At the side of the bed, she knelt and propped her head on her hands, muzzle pointed between his legs. She watched his lack of progress with a smirk. "Isn't this one of the reasons you've got me?"

"I still have my personal goals." He lay flat, shrugged, then rubbed his back. "I could do this up until a few years ago, then I got out of the habit. Realized that today and went to do it--found out I couldn't."

"Tragic. What is all this stuff?" Her brown eyes swept over a menagerie of masturbatory bric-a-brac: tissues, a dildo, lube, a tasteful erotic folio, et cetera. All lay strewn across the bed, within paw's reach.

The retriever waved a hand over them and waggled his eyebrows. "Implements of love, baby."

"I was only downstairs half an hour!" Tess picked up the magazine. "You have easier ways to see naked ladies, Erik." Those slender paws unbuttoned her shirt.

Even if he'd wanted to, his compromised position made it impossible to hide his cock's twitch of arousal as she exposed her pert, cream-colored breasts. He smiled. "Valid point."

Her muzzle slid between his still-splayed legs to nuzzle his balls. "I can't believe how much junk you were able to gather...for your junk."

His tail wagged under her chin. "You'd be surprised what we keep around the house." The dog held up the jar and wiggled it around with an enticing smirk, then set the container on their nightstand.

Those slender fingers buried in the silky fur of his thighs. Her velvet tongue traced up his cock. Her eyebrows rose, along with the cute little jackal spots between them. "You don't taste like peanut butter."

"I grabbed it for encouragement, but then I realized I was just hungry." He patted his slight belly. "On reflection, peanut butter is probably part of the problem."

"Mmmhmm." She nipped at the fluff of his sac and rubbed her nose against the base of his half-firm cock.

He closed his eyes in delight. "Taking over from here?"

"No way." She smiled at him from behind his cock, her brown fur demure against the obscene red of his erection. "You've got me curious now."

He wiggled. "Well, I was thinking of building some sort of harness--uhhhh..."

One tan paw curled around his girth, pads stroking its delicate flesh. "Umm, no. You're more use to me alive."

His floppy ears cocked. "At least I'd die happy."

She rolled her eyes and stroked his thigh with her free hand. Desire and curiosity glimmered in her gaze as it swept his nudity. "Want a little help?" She gave his length a light, slow lick. "Mmm. I'm always eager to add to the list of our accomplishments in bed."

That's not what she said when I tried to get the toaster to fire pastries into the bedroom. "Sure!" His heart swelled, as did his cock. He sat up against the pillow stack.

Flirtation flared in the jackal's brown eyes. "But..."

"But...?" His ears lifted, head tilted.

"I want you to say it first." She teased his nipple with a blunt claw as her tongue teased around the edge of his sheath.

The golden retriever shivered out a gasp of pleasure at the contact. "T-Tessie?"

"Come on, sweetie," she teased, her voice a singsong. Her tongue swept lower, so long and soft as it briefly cradled his balls. "You know we've talked about how you need to ask when you're having trouble."

Arousal curled Erik's toes against the wall and spread his legs wider for her. He whined with anticipation. "I--I want you to help me suck my cock. Please?"

"Mmmm..." Tess moaned, kissing and licking at the underside of his shaft.

He caressed her muzzle. "But when'd you become an expert?"

The jackal made a noise somewhere between a snicker and a groan. "A dear ferret friend of mine has a very creative sex life; I hear about these things." She stroked his fluffy stomach. "Deep breaths." Steady paws lifted his legs higher and higher, until only his shoulders and neck rested on the bed. "Relax." Her paw pads rubbed up and down his back, stirring his fur. "Brace your feet on the headboard."

Trying to remain both limber and stiff, Erik watched his paws walk down the varnished headboard. With every step, his cock bobbed a millimeter closer. More than once, his body tried to tense, but every time Tess massaged his back, shone warm smile his way, and eased him further toward sucking himself. Breaths came shallow as the position folded air from his lungs. His tail swayed against empty air. Whether or not he managed to suck his cock, it felt good to have Tess hold him while he tried.

The jackal steadied him with one paw and reached between his legs with the other. With care, she massaged his sac and jerked his sheath back and forth over the developing knot. It swelled larger with every caress, the sheath pressed back by its size, his member throbbing under its pressure.

Eyes shut, he breathed and summoned his last reserves of dexterity. His girlfriend's paws traced through his pelt and pressed him further, further. Strain gripped his back, but she paused whenever he whimpered and let him adjust. He kept going and trusted her to keep him from hurting himself. A warm wetness bumped his lips. A faint fuzziness brushed the tip of his cock. A moment passed before he realized they were one in the same. A gasp of surprise spread his lips just enough for the head of his dick to slide in. A drip of precum fell to his tongue. He lapped it up, feeling the heat of his own cock against his mouth for the first time in years. A rush of arousal made his head spin.

"Feel good?" Tess watched with lewd interest. Arousal simmered in her glance as she stroked his thighs, which bobbed his dick just a little further in his mouth."I've always thought you tasted good, honey. Don't you agree?"

He nodded, his own cock sliding around in his muzzle. Every lick brought waves of pleasure, tonguefuls of texture. Just when he thought life couldn't get any better, her muzzle slipped in beside his hip. Her tongue stretched out along his, lapping behind his knot.

His balls jumped, just inches from his eyes. His knot swelled against Tess's loving licks. Pulses raced up his member, down into his waiting mouth. Thick heat splashed against his tongue. A second shot swept his muzzle, a third flooded it. Struggling against the restriction the pose put on his throat, he swallowed the hot gush of his own semen, barely managing to keep from overflowing his muzzle. Warmth ran down his throat. His cock twitched in his muzzle, thinner spurts trailing off to nothing. A salty musk lingered on his tongue, even as his canine bulge shrank with every heartbeat.

The next moment, Erik's length slipped from his mouth with a slick trail of semen. He flopped to his side. The golden's body buzzed with honeyed afterglow. "Gughh..."

Tess curled around his twitching form to bury her muzzle in his scruff. "Mmmm. That was sexy..." She held him tight, the only motion in the room her body settling in against his, exploring for the thousandth time every silky inch of his body.

I have the best girlfriend ever... The retriever lay in her tender embrace, pulse slowing, limbs and eyelids heavy. Below, his dick slipped back into its furry sheath, leaving just a trace of pearly wetness at the opening.

Minutes passed. The breeze swirled the curtains. The couple lay, she savoring the texture of his pelt, he that of his own ejaculate.

Her paw traced his chest fluff. "As good as you remembered?"

"Yeah..." Still wrapped in her arms, he rolled over for a brief kiss. "Only one thing could make it better..." Busy gold-furred paws ran between them to reach inside her unbuttoned shirt.

Her pointy ears rose. "Oh?"

The dog climbed over her and licked his way down her flank. He nuzzled between her legs to lock his teeth on her panties, dragging them down, down and off her shapely legs. The underwear clung to his lips, sopping wet with her flavor. Paws rubbing those white-furred inner thighs, he spread her legs wide and edged closer to her delicate slit. Inches from contact, he paused to smile up at her, savouring the crisis of joy and anticipation on her face. "Thank you for helping me, Tessie. Can I help you now?"

She had barely begun to nod when he closed the distance to her sex, tongue extended. Hot flesh met his cold nose and the scent of her need shot through him, erasing the fatigue from his sore body.

Head propped on a pillow, she held her lower lip between her teeth, brown eyes sparkling with heated passion. Tess moaned, eyes closed, mouth agape with wordless passion as his tongue entered her.

His lips met her juicy entrance and kissed it up and down. He twirled his tongue into her folds. Her flavor drove him wild. Still sweet from her morning shower, it conspired with her piquant scent to drive the dog wild. Each lick brought him more of her flavor, each breath more of her scent, until he lapped with frantic abandon.

Her breath caught short against his continued ministrations. She bit her lower lip. Her hips rocked as a thin moan escaped her lips.

He looked up to see her breasts rise and fall with every gasped breath. With one paw, he reached up to play with her nipple. Back between her shapely legs, he nuzzled in closer. Every lap at her folds elicited a soft gasp from the jackal. Eager for her climax, he redoubled his efforts, tongue swishing back and forth at an unsustainable pace. Growls of bliss floated through the room. The base of his tongue started to ache from the effort.

Tess yowled in ecstasy. Her tan paws seized his ears, rubbed through his head fur, and pressed him deeper into her crotch.

He licked even faster and worked her clit between his tongue and upper lip. That got some really fun sounds out of her.

A shudder rumbled through the jackal's thighs squeezed around him. His toes curled against the sheets, her tail curling under his dripping chin. Tension rippled through her body, bucking them both against the mattress.

He smiled, muzzle sticky with her juices. "Well, that's two of my goals for the day."

His girlfriend panted, her black hair having escaped from its ponytail to flow over the pillow. Her thighs rubbed together, the slick mixture of their fluids spreading through thin fur there. She lay back in a dreamy haze. "Glad I could help, dear..."

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Once again, Slate has gotten me to take a break from writing novels with another amazing picture.

Art: Slate Secret art: thefunkyone Edits: eljot001, sillyneko345 Proofs: thefunkyone, archaesophilia

Let me know what you think! *wags*

~Tempo