Kink Meme the 4th(?)!

[preuxchevalier]

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[(Anonymous)]

mika/bertie

puppy play, but who's the puppy?

[(Anonymous)]

She tugged at the leash with a smirk, clawed fingers digging into the fabric of that leash as she looked down at Bertie. The slim man was settled on his knees, head tilted upwards. His eyes half lidded from embarrassed arousal. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to steady himself under her gaze.

"Good boy." Mika chuckled lowly back, ears flicking forward as she moved forward, ghosting a hand over his bare body. The man quivered, breathless and embarrassed at how much he wanted her to touch him. The warou woman lowering herself to his level was enough to make him whimper.

"Very good boy." She whispered lowly as she brought her lips to his neck.

[preuxchevalier]

Oh, my! This is lovely. Thank you, anon!

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Oooh~ :3c

I like it! Thank you ♥

[(Anonymous)]

Mika woke to a pounding, both in her head and at the door. The warou woman groaned and tried to curl in on herself, ears pressing flat against her aching skull to try to block out at least some of the pain. Then Zita began to whine and nudge at her shoulder with a cold, wet nose.

"Sleeping," Mika mumbled. Zita persisted, though, and the gentle nudge became an insistent prod accompanied by a bark. "Fine!" Mika winced as she threw back the covers and rolled to her feet. What had she been doing last night?

The memory came back to her as she cast about blearily for her cane. The knocking at the door had become just a little frantic. Bertie had come over bearing two bottles of wine as an apology, and they'd drunk the pair of them. She was getting too old for this crap. Zita trotted over bearing her cane, and Mika used it to shuffle to the door.

Predictably, it was Bertie. Less predictably, he appeared to be a dougath corgi, ears flat and tail between his legs.

"Bertie, why the hell are you a dougath?" It seemed like an important thing to establish. Hadn't he learned his lesson about species transformations?

"I don't remember!" he cried. Mika ran her hand down the side of her face. Of course, he didn't remember. She barely remembered anything from last night... except her boots are there by the door, still a little wet. The outside and the glint of the stars off the pond. Her and Bertie giggling and arguing about what species he would be - he'd insisted a noble falcon, but she'd assured him he'd just be an over-sized puppy. A wish. And it would seem she was right. The sense of vindication is tempered by her headache and nausea.

"Get inside, then." The warou woman sighed, shutting the door behind him, and leading him toward the kitchen.

"Ms. Whitepaws, what happened? I came over for whine."

Mika gritted her teeth. "I'm too hungover for this. Sit, Bertie, I'm getting some water."

He did sit, which wasn't really surprising considering he was typically a polite house guest. However, Bertie sat immediately, dropping to the floor and crossing his legs. Mika stared at him, his ears perked forward and short, long-haired orange-brown tail sweeping across the floor in an uncertain wag. Alpha preserve her, he was adorable. Acting like he was waiting for a treat or pet after being a good boy.

Mika began to laugh. It started off quietly, but eventually became a belly-clutching whoop of delight and amusement. Her head her, her throat burned, she ached all over, but this was too fucking hilarious. The sense of vindication came back full force now. Zita began to bark and Bertie cocked his head in confusion, though he was smiling and his tail thumping against the ground.

The laughter finally quieted and Mika began to wipe the tears from her eyes, staggering over to where he sat. She placed her hand on his head. "Ms. Whitepaws, what are you-" And scratched behind his ears. Bertie fell silent, leaning over and nuzzling against her leg until Zita came up and licked his face. "I say!"

"Oh, Bertie," Mika said with another little chuckle. "Stay, Bertie," she commanded. "I'm getting some water."

As she limped away and the man remained seated, she heard Zita whine and Bertie reply, "But she told me to stay." A moment of silence, then a slightly panicked, "Ms. Whitepaws, your dog is talking to me!"

Mika hoped the Little One would keep him this way for a good long spell.

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[(Anonymous)]

"I came over for whine" should be "I came over for wine." Freudian slip.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Close enough, it's still perfect! 8D

Oh gosh seriously though this is perfect and I love you. ;; D ;;