Feral's Newfoundling 4:
by Fur and Fantasy
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"Do you like anything in particular in the evenings?" Roy asked as he picked up the remains of dinner.
"That depends on the evening," Feral replied, leaning back in his chair. "After the week I've had I'm not feeling like anything spectacular."
"A movie and snuggling with your lapdog?" He suggested softly. "That's a spectacular home theater you have here. Or something more playful, sir?"
"It is, and you'll have the chance to see yourself on it before too long. Tonight I'm in the mood for something less strenuous though."
Roy nodded and finished putting the trash away and the wishes in the dishwasher.
"You're very domestic," Feral noticed.
The big Kantin looked over his shoulder at the tom and blinked. Then looked at what he was doing. "I guess so, sir. It needed doing."
"Generally I employ people to take care of that sort of thing. Most of my playtoys are of a much more independent mind."
"Or used to having others care for them." Roy admitted. "That kind of money's never been in my cards, sir."
Feral chuckled softly. "Perhaps you're right."
"So you just leave the dirty dishes and stuff out and someone comes in to clean up?" The big canine regarded his master with a curious look, and something less readable deep in his brown eyes.
"More or less," Feral confirmed. "I am capable of doing them myself, and sometimes I do, but like cooking it's not something I often have time for."
"That could take some getting used to, sir." Roy shook his head as he walked over to his master and put large, strong hands on Feral's shoulders to rub them gently.
"Mmmmmmmm," Feral leaned back into his pet's powerful grip. "You're welcome to do them if you really want to."
"Not particularly, sir." Roy chuckled and focused more attention on finding and gently working out the tension in Feral's broad shoulders and neck. "Would you like more of a full body rub, sir?"
"I think that's just what I need," Feral said agreeably. "Especially if it's all like this."
"I'll try, sir." Roy rumbled happily. "It will go better without clothes, and on the bed."
Feral chuckled softly, stripping away his shirt. "Thankfully, that won't be a problem."
"Delightfully so." He rumbled in appreciation of the honed body revealing itself, and the anticipation of having his hands all over it.
"Perhaps you will come and relieve me of my pants then," Feral said with a smirk, "if you're so eager."
"My pleasure, master." He shivered slightly in anticipation. "Would you like to be carried to the bed, my master?" Roy rumbled softly near Feral's ear.
"I think I can make it on my own."
"Of course you can, master." Roy blinked, a little startled. "I just thought you might enjoy it."
"My pants are still on," Feral reminded his pet suggestively.
"Yes, master." Roy rumbled deeply and slid close against the Kat's back to reach around and unbutton the tight jeans. "As hot as you look in these, master, you are even hotter coming out of them." He breathed his aroused appreciation as his hands worked the heavy cloth down. "Does my master enjoy a tongue bath here as well?" He asked, nuzzling Feral's tail and rump.
"A great deal," Feral purred softly, then swung his tail across Roy's face. "If your massage is good enough I'll let you serve me there."
"Such a bonus, master." Roy rumbled deeply, shifting as he stood to pick his master up. Feral set a hand against Roy's chest and pushed him back, his face stern.
"I do not need to be carried."
The Kantin looked both hurt and confused. "You were all but broadcasting a desire for it, sir."
"You needn't be hurt pet," Feral said, sliding his hand across Roy's chest. "But when I say something, I do mean it."
"Even if the rest of you contradicts it?" He hesitated. "You only said you didn't need to be carried. I know that, it's obvious. Not that you didn't want to be, sir."
"Yes, even then. My word is the law, not whatever you think you interpret."
Roy nodded and relaxed as he put that set of rules in place. "Do you still want the rub, sir?"
"I do," Feral smiled as he headed towards the bedroom, his pet at his heals. "Very much."
Feral glanced back over his shoulder, smiling at Roy as he spread himself across the bed, resting his head on a pillow as the big male settled across his back to begin working on the commander's shoulders and neck. A long, low rumble started in Feral's chest as his muscles began to relax under Roy's hands.
"Mmmmmmmm. Wonderful. Are you trained?"
"No, sir." He answered as he moved up the thick brown-furred neck.
"You should be, your hands are every bit as glorious as the rest of you. I'll make some calls tomorrow."
"Yes sir." There was no hiding the pleasure in Roy's voice as he continued up Feral's neck to rub his scalp in firm, slow circles. Another low rumble made it's way up from Feral's chest as he lay beneath his pet, reveling in the strong, sure touch as it moved back down his neck to his upper back in absolutely no hurry.
"Mmmmm, yes," Feral murmured, his voice growing more languid along with his body. "There are some very specific things you have to learn."
"I look forward to it, master." Roy rumbled happily.
"So do I."
Roy couldn't help but smile at that, and the various sounds of approval as he worked down his master's body, paying special attention to every tense muscle he found, and the erogenous zones he knew about that weren't blatantly sexual. The very end of the massage was also the longest part, as Roy relaxed every bit of his master's feet.
"You may expect to do that again." Feral said, his state of high relaxation evident in his voice. "Several times."
"Now, master?" Roy asked with complete willingness.
"No, in the future. I cannot count the number of times I would have liked to relax after work this way."
"I will be ready." The big Kantin rumbled in pleasure. "May I snuggle with my master?" He asked softly.
Feral laughed, and Roy could see the expansion of his chest with each one. "I've never heard that before."
"That is sad, master." He murmured. "Snuggling is one of the great pleasures of life."
"I understand what it is," Feral was still chuckling softly. "Though I don't think I've ever heard anyone ask permission to do so, certainly not in such an earnest manner."
Roy couldn't think of any reply to that, and his master's amusement was even more confusing.
"You have my permission," Feral said with a smirk, once he could no longer stand to leave the big Kantin sitting there looking crestfallen.
He nodded and lightened a little, though his bewilderment was still heavy in his mind as he snuggled along his master's side, almost enveloping the giant tom in his long, warm fur as he snuggled close, one arm across Feral's chest and his nose against his neck.
"It has been a most satisfying day," Feral murmured softly.
"Yes, master, it has." Roy sighed in contentment as his eyes drifted closed.
Feral's Newfoundling 4: Evening's Relaxation
Het Level is None Slash Level is Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
8 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written August 5, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Vorex
Setting: SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kantin, Kat
Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Challenge Response, Fraternization, Master/Slave (Consensual), Relationship (Cross Species), Relationship (Established), Sex (BDSM), Sex (Kinky)
Pairings: Ulysses Feral/Roy Sadrone
Blurb: A particularly mellow evening for Feral and Roy as Feral learns one of his pet's best untrained skills.
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