Tagg: His nose was a sensitive instrument to him, though not nearly as important as his eyes were for his job. That being said, when she'd given him permission to rest his head along her inner thigh to get a better angle to do his work, his nose started to twitch rapidly while he was doing so. He'd just finished the last of the guidelines, allowing the needle to sweep over her flesh in a slow and controlled manner, making sure to stay just shallow enough with the pass that it would be temporary, but deep enough to make sure that it was visible and popped along the tan of her fur. At the apex of the line as he lifted off, he let his eyes finally leave his work to catch that hidden pearl in the periphery of his vision. Her scent was filling the air, slight at first but the more he focused on it the more he could pick it out and his mouth started to water. "That's one of the highest compliments you can give me..." he said softly, wanting to bury his face between her thighs right then and there, his cheek rubbing against the softness of her fur there... but he resisted. The scent had triggered him, his arousal spiking to a degree he never really thought possible, at least on the onset of meeting someone. He was throbbing, straining against his jeans and his breathing had become a little shallower. Pulling his face from her thighs before he did something stupid, he looked up to her and placed a palm on her ankle. "Black ink is done, time for the shading and the rest of the plumage. Will you roll onto your side for me, keep your arms relaxed though please."


Trixie:  She was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that her scent was sure to become exponentially apparent; the spaniel had an embarrassing, private affinity for masochism, and the sharp sting of the buzzing needle was conjuring a growing wetness within her walls that was soon to become apparent to any outside observer; especially one whose snout was hovering less than a foot from the source. She'd been studying his face as he worked, her eyes transfixed on his nose as it twitched. There was no doubt that he was picking up her scent as he remained impressively professional. As he asked her to roll on her side, she obliged him once again. "Yes sir!"

Her raised knee slowly slipped down flat, her other leg crossing over to twist her lower half onto its side; her short tail giving a quick flicker. At least in this position, her legs were closed enough to potentially keep her scent trapped. Though, it was already a little too late, as a tiny bead of her fluid had made its escape in the motion she'd taken to turn to her side, her rear and hip now presented as a table to wrest his steady artists arm upon. After she'd crossed her leg over, the rest of her body adjusted so that she was all on her side, her back to him while he continued to work. She reached out to set her glass on the table with the craft whiskey so that she could relax her arms as he had requested. She clasped her hands and let her arms rest in the space in front of her on the comfortable black leather.

Tagg: The small bead of her juices that managed to slip free from her folds hadn't gone unnoticed... if anything Tagg zeroed in on it. The small glint of light was what gave her away, even as she shifted and rolled and exposed that wonderful juicy and thick rump to him, her tail giving the small flick before she calmed completely and laid as instructed. He found his mind wandering to scenes of rutting her right then and there over the table, of spilling his seed into her and bloating her belly with his pups. His jaws snapped closed at that moment and he tilted his head up slightly and took in a deep breath of what he thought was going to be untainted air, anything to try and clear his head, but instead he was too focused on her scent and the deep inhalation brought more of it directly to his brain, causing his stomach to flutter and his heartbeat to skyrocket in quickness. He let out a long and shaky breath before he rested his forearm against the swell of her rump, the tip of the needle coming down to press against the stem of the quill. He'd switched up inks quickly, finding something a little lighter than the black as he got to work, bringing the line work to expand and curve over the natural swell of her curves, rolling along her body as if it was a natural extension of her fur, his hand flying quickly now as the feathering required a much lighter touch. Within ten short minutes of starting, he switched the inks up once more, a pale coloration and added the highlights here and there, along the top edge of the quill, added a small bit of gleam to the razor point to really sell that it was sharp and deadly while maintaining the sleek and undeniable beauty. At long last though, he had finished it for her, and he set the needle down. "Whew... all done..." he whispered, his voice a tad a husky as his eyes fell to the crux of her thighs and then back up to the ink. He reached behind him and grabbed a hand mirror, holding it up at the perfect angle for her to inspect his work. "What do you think?" he asked, and he actually felt the bloom of nervousness explode in his stomach. He really, really wanted to impress her for some reason that he couldn't quite figure out.

Trixie: She lay patiently still as his needle glided with precision along the paths of the quill, one artistic utensil illustrating another artistic utensil. Quite poetic. She would carefully reach out every so often to steal a sip of whiskey whenever she did not feel him making a pass with the buzzing tool. She had to remind herself to breathe every so often as well, her natural inclination to hold her breath at the sting of the needle. She drew in a great amount of air as he declared himself finished, her head turning to consult the mirror that he held just so. Were the tattoo artist inclined enough to abandon all inhibitions, stand up, and take her right then and there, he would find little resistance provided by the passage of her wet slit, which had become wetter by ten fold throughout the entire "tagging" process. It took all but two seconds of consulting the mirror for Trixie to conjure her approval. Her face lit up with warmth. "Oh, my, gosh. It's beautiful! And that's not just the whiskey commenting." She was about to roll over, but then realized that she did not know exactly what movement was not yet allowed after fresh ink. "On the note of whiskey... I've, uh... gotta..." She'd been sitting still for well over fifteen minutes, steadily sipping on booze; it was only a matter of time before she'd need to 'break the seal'. "Do I need to wait before I can get up?"

Tagg: Watching her face light up in such a way as soon as she saw the finished product had taken the knot of uncertainty in his stomach and untied it with a simple touch, the worry melting from his body in an instant. "I'm so glad you like it!" he said and let loose a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. His paw rested on the swell of her thigh and when she asked if she could move he seemed puzzled by the idea that she would want to leave... and then he saw the glass in her paw was empty and chuckled to himself softly. "No no no! You can get up and move, it's all set and everything so you'll be fine..." he said and took a step back, his eyes bulging wide as he felt the thick length of his meat slide across the denim of his jeans, making him tilt slightly as a little grunt of ecstasy over took him. "Nnngh. Bathroom is just straight back that way," he said and pointed towards the back of the shop. However, his paw remained on her thigh, and started to gently stroke his claws up and down the fur that blessed it, his knees sinking down and down until they touched the ground. "But before you do..." he whispered, his gaze hooded and heavy and his maw opened slightly with soft pants. "Just... allow me one indulgence..." His skull shifted forwards, paw sliding up to the thick rump of hers, squeezing it gently, thumb extended towards her puckered ring. Digging in, he spread her cheeks apart for him, his maw shifting and tilting to the side to line up with her slit, tongue extending slowly to swipe up that bead of her juices, caressing the soft folds of her warm little cunny, the tip of his tongue dragging along the split, and then touched the tight puckered star of her sphincter, a gentle laving caress all around the rim being given as he shuddered in pleasure. "Or... you could just pee on me right here," he murmured, voice muffled as his maw was between her cheeks.

Trixie: She was relieved to have been given permission to move, sure that she might've had an accident if she'd needed to wait five minutes or more. She was just about to make a move to slip off to wherever he'd indicated the restroom was when she felt the firm pressure on her thigh, his voice urging her to stay for an indulgence of his. "Of course. What did y..." Her voice cut short as she felt his firm squeeze, the pad of his thumb digging to part her ass in a most licentious view; the puckered skin of her back hole pulling taught; her slit on display, parted to reveal the embarrassing wet mess that she'd become because of her light kink for pain. Just as she hadn't moved a muscle while he'd inked his art onto her, she made no attempt to remove herself from the indulging laps he was taking of her pink petals from behind. She did, however, have to clench to keep from peeing, unable to relax without letting out the embarrassing stream that had built up.

Her face flushed red and her ears perked as he mumbled something about peeing. She shifted in place, rolling up to a sitting position on the edge of the leather, perpendicular to the long, flat chair. Her legs clamped shut out of necessity, her hands on the edge of the seat. "Hmm?" Her blue eyes peered down at the crouching otter, not sure if she'd heard his request correctly. She was poised in place, not necessarily at any emergency level of needing to go yet, but certainly at a place where she had to focus on holding it in.

Tagg: Her taste was something that he could get used to, the wet mess that she'd become as her thighs slicked over with her juices calling to him while his tongue tasted the flavor of her core, taking it deep into his maw and swallowing it down, savoring the sweetness, the almost spice like burn to his nose, the tender and fleeting taste of her taut little asshole being glazed with his saliva. He'd released his grip upon her, feeling her rotate and turn to face him completely, her thighs clamped shut to keep it held in for the time being. Maybe she hadn't heard him correctly? In either case, he was crouched down still while his chin was mere inches from the decadent folds of her mound and his eyes were hooded with a warm heat blossoming into his chest and down to his groin, the scent of her folds clinging to his lips while he lapped at his own maw to take and savor the flavor she gave him a bit more deeply. "You polished off a good bit of whiskey, I know you've gotta go cause you keep wiggling just a little bit," he said to her softly and brought his paws up to grip her thighs. Gently, he tried to coax them apart so that he could bring his maw down between them. "But, I feel like I'm going to like your taste a lot, and I'm offering you a chance to relieve yourself without getting up... so that I can continue with my indulgence without having to wait. I'm not a very patient man sometimes..." he explained and lowered his skull down a bit more until his mouth was even with her mound, slowly opening it up and pressing forwards, his tongue sliding out to tease the entrance to her sex, forming a funnel and valley of sorts that led back into his throat. He said nothing more, the offer there while his eyes glazed over with lust once more.

Trixie: The freshly inked spaniel gazed self consciously down at the multicolored otter as he essentially offered himself as her toilet. She did not provide resistance to his urging apart of her thighs, though her kegel muscles tightened reflexively to attempt prevent the flow. The attempt was partly in vain, as a small trickle escaped before he could get his tongue in place. The minute trail of urine was, at the moment, indistinguishable from the fluids of excitement that had already leaked from her, though it was a thinner liquid and less slick. The tip of the freshly inked quill served as a pointer to a most lewd sight that began to unfold. She focused, having to will her muscles that had staunched the flow to relax. She exhaled very slowly, her expression softening as she began to feel the relief of letting go. A steady trickle messily leaked its way from the small hole of her urethra, funneled directly into the otter's open mouth. She blushed at the sight of it, though she did not turn away. She'd never actually received such a request, and the sight was so enticingly perverse that she could not look away. The one glass of whiskey yielded no more than a couple mouthfuls, and the spaniel's prudent level of hydration kept the coloration of her urine just a shade off from clear.

Tagg: She said nothing to him but she did nothing to stop him from indulging either, the tip of his tongue warm and inviting as the small bead of her urine had been swept up, so far no different than the fluid of her sex as it coated his tongue. She took her steadying breath, and the otters paws came up and cupped the backs of her knees just as she let go of the restraint of holding back, his eyes finding and piercing into her own as she let the stream loose. His thumbs gently rocked back and forth along the outer edges of her thighs by her knee, the flow of her urine starting to come out and baste his tongue, sliding down his gullet as the warmth of the fluid seemed to burn a trail directly to his stomach. He drank greedily from her folds and could taste how much she actually drank, the small bit of whiskey adding a different flavoring but it wasn't overpowering or super potent. No this was from someone who took their hydration seriously and he could taste that difference immediately. It wasn't often that people would indulge his perverse nature so readily but he could feel a spark between himself and the canine woman that seemed to be growing ever larger the more time they spent around one another. When her stream had finished, a few decent mouthfuls and he swallowed the last of it, he tilted his head to the side and pressed a warm kiss to her inner thigh. "Thank you..." he whispered, his maw sinking forwards and pressing his muzzle against her stomach, inhaling her scent from her fur as his nose trailed up, between the valley of her breasts and then to the nape of her neck. "You taste... and smell... so fucking good..." he all but moaned out to her, the thickness of his cock pulsing against his jeans as he stepped closer, her knee pressing against the base of his meat now. Both of his paws glided up her ribcage towards the swells of her chest, his thumb claws extending as he gently swept them over her nipples in soft circular motions.

Trixie: She became less and less embarrassed and more and more turned on at the otter's abilities. He was practically chugging her piss like beer from the tap of a keg. Only a creature that was native to water could have such an easy time with the downing of this more than modest amount of liquid without taking a breath or caughing up a mess. Her head rolled back as the stream reached its end, the sweet relief of an empty bladder coupled with the unequivocally arousing sensation that he'd swallowed every. last. drop. She slowly began to lean further back onto her elbows until they reached the edge of the width of the black leather table-chair, all the while as he was sniffing his way up her body and ended up nearly face to face with her, breathing out his flattering and provocative compliment.
     Her knee pushed lightly back against the growing bulge in his pants, sure that he must be cramped in there. Her blue puppy-dog eyes quietly willed him to make another move, her personality just a bit too shy to be completely forward about what would please her most. "I'd like to taste you..." Her shy words were truthful, though they could mean a wide variety of requests. Did she want to taste his lips? His tongue? His cum? His... piss? The only known item was that her gaze was one of infatuation, and that she would likely be down for any of the above, so long as it was what he wanted most.

Tagg: She'd leaned back as he'd inhaled her lovely scent, all the way up to the base of her throat and his teeth suddenly gently grazed at the area. Her body was amazing to him and he was soaking up every last detail that he could, doing his best to hold back so as to not give in and ruin the moment just yet. His eyes traveled up and found her own, a startling blue that held his attention easily even amidst the storm of hormones crashing against his brain, telling him to go further. Her words came out in a baited whisper, his ears straining to absorb the maximum amount of her voice. His tail whipped behind him in a quick motion, pushing the chair away from him as it suddenly seemed to close. Tilting his head down to her maw, his muzzle pushed against her's, a gentle and quick kiss, followed by a slower and softer one, before nuzzling his way up to her cheek, a soft nip, and then back to her ear. He had shifted his hips between her thighs now, one of his paws gently gripping onto her wrist guiding it down towards the bulge in his pant, the throbbing length of his member pulsing against her paw strongly. With his lips at her ear, his teeth grazed the edge of it with a soft nip and then licked the area, an affectionate huff leaving his nose. "I tasted you... I'd like you to taste me," came the smooth baritone of his voice into her eardrum. He released her wrist and brought his hand up to cup one of her breasts, thumb claw gently pressing down against it and rolling back and forth in an almost metronome like fashion. "Undo my jeans, undress me, I want you to watch your expression..." he continued, rolling his hips forwards and pressing his length against her paw, gently pinning it between her own thighs against the warm moist folds of her pussy.

Trixie: Hers was a look of submission as the otter guided her paw and grinded himself against it, her palm cupping the imposing bulge that was pinning her hand to her crotch, the back of her wrist smushing against the soft mount of her pubic area. She returned his initial, quick kiss, her eyelids closing as he returned for a slower kiss that carried his passion with it. Her other hand was still behind her, one elbow aiding her abdominals in keeping herself propped up. Being perpendicular to the tattooing chair, she did not quite have the surface area to lay back. Her supporting hand slipped out from behind her to grip tightly to the otter's belt, using her grip to pull herself more upright so that she was sitting forward once more; all during this motion, she attempted to maintain contact with his maw, a soft moan intertwined with the kiss. When she was upright, she made quick work of freeing his poor, cramped length from its denim prison; she whipped his belt open and unclasped his button and fly with a sense of urgency, having broken thair kiss so that she could watch herself work. When everything was unclasped, she reached inside to pull out her prize from the confines of his boxers, uprighting it flatly against his body. Good lord. Did all otters pack this much girth? Her shimmering blues turned back to him, her reaction clearly a mix of awe, excitement, and mild apprehension. She tugged his jeans and boxers down enough so that his length could flop free, or perhaps stand on its own. She spoke with a tone of obedience, ready to submit to nearly anything after the impressively kinky act he'd performed for her. "How do you want me to taste you...?" Her eyes flickered to the chair behind him, her mind cycling though all of the other places in the studio that he might use her to the best of her abilities.

Tagg: Hot and heavy breaths escaped from his maw while her fingers busied themselves with the trapped and pulsating length between his thighs, his eyes closing fully when she'd unclasped the button that kept his jeans together. Tugging down against the denim and the boxers beneath, he was allowed to fully and completely spring free into her view, the fat and pulsating length slapping against his stomach. A thick and silvery line of syrup like pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock, smearing against the fur there and then forming a long connecting string as it lowered ever so slightly. His gaze found her own while he let out a pant of appreciation, seeing her eyes widen with lust, excitement and perhaps just a little bit of worry that it might be too large. He brought his paw up to cup the back of her neck as she was leaning forwards and his maw nabbed another kiss from her. "Nnngh... don't worry Trixie, I'll go slow when the time comes... and make sure that you cum all the time," he added, a small grin plastering onto his features as he spoke to her. He wanted everything to do with this woman and the touch of her fingers gliding along the underside of his length was causing his balls to churn and pulse heavily, each orb packed to the brim and full to bursting for the woman. Her question brought another grin, much more lewd than before, as he slipped his paw around her waist, tugging her towards him. Her warm and slick mound would be pressed directly against the lowermost abdominal muscles, each one hard as oak and grinding against her flesh a bit more firmly while he tucked her up against him. His paw slipped a little lower to lightly cup her ass cheek, and then the one around her neck held her flat against him, chest compressing her breasts. "By the window..." he moaned into her ear and hefted her up suddenly, trapping his length between her leaking folds and his stomach, warm pre-cum spurting between them to mat down their fur as he carried her over to the large window that ran along the length of the front of the shop. Moving to stand parallel to the long window, he sunk into a crouch and set her upon her free, one hand cupping the back of her skull, digits gently massaging her scalp. "Right here... I like the idea of an audience."

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