Nightlight filtered through a window – spilling in shallow pools across a landscape of lavish marble flooring, tumbling along the ruffled hillocks of discarded clothing. Blue shifted ivory illumination from some distant electric moon – it oozed and painted a satin bedspread. Every ruffle and fold of that expanse snatching up that light – pilfering it in folds and glazing a duo of figures whose slow, organic motions rippled along the mattress. Cream toned fur and the gentle slopes of snowy-offwhite dribbled across that resting frame. Arms crisscrossed to support a silver-dipped snout – dotted with an obsidian nose. Glittering eyes stared out across the room between crimson threads as the muffled sigh and cry of lungs went unheard against a pillowcase.


The canine mused about the flattering display she’d been treated to. Her long snout drew taut under a sheepish grin at the bleated greeting of her artistic company. The eloquent steak dinner, whose savory sauces were marred by the salty sour tang of soy-brine, whose acrid essence still hung close by. She closed her eyes, recalling vividly the way hard tipped fingers hard marauded under her clothing after a polite request, seeking out strange places to compliment with their touch. She stroked a paw down along her tuck of stomach thoughtfully before peeking her ears to the odd tugging sensation at the base of her spine.


An over the shoulder glance revealed the curious display; a duet of hands grasping the base and frond of her feathery tail. A cream sloped snout was bent down – coal black nose and thin-whiskered face exploring the texture of the appendage. A delayed reflex tickled at the back of her mind, as a twitch went unheeded by that firm, but steady grasp. She held the awkward position, muzzle over elbow a moment – watching that lithe head bent across her posterior as it dabbed the spaces of her tail-frond along partially parted lips. A whispered bleat washing between those salt-cracked lips as she rolled her eyes and turned back to the window. The occasional flicker of that distant electric sun mirrored the myriad of attentions parading across her flank and back. Sometimes long and uninterrupted – before a buzzing shift repositioned everything anew. She let a sigh snake out of her nose, and enjoyed the flattering touch and curious exploration. Not the particular landmarks she would have advertised – but their visitation made her happy for the patronage none the less.

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An after dinner treat in the satin workshop of prime-cervine  Deerpuff