At a glance she could be mistaken for a human. Her black hoodie had ear-shaped pockets on top, and her black leggings covered most of her legs, leaving a few inches of smooth thighs visible. It was a reasonable outfit, if a bit racy to see at the airport because of the short plaid skirt.

But her feet were bare, covered in blue fur, and tipped with black claws. Her hands matched, looking more like dog paws than human hands. And then there was her tail, a meter long and wagging vigorously. Froze was definitely a liminal who had joined human society. She was technically a Fenrir, but it was easier to say 'wolf-person' than to explain her rare species, even if it was one native to Canada.

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Froze was at the airport to meet her girlfriend who was returning from abroad. It had been just over a week since Kehp left, nowhere near the longest they'd been apart in their three-year relationship, but Froze got lonely easily. She could be snarky and hyperactive and sometimes a bit meaner than she intended, but she was loyal to a fault. She needed Kehp's love and attention. She needed her 'Sheepy'.

Her tail wagged even faster and her ears perked up as she heard a familiar voice in the crowd, her supernatural sense of hearing picking it out from all the noise and chaos.

"E-excuse me? M-mister? Can I get by?"

Froze smiled. Kehp was still a bit nervous around men, but she had improved tremendously since their first trip together when she had even been unable to ride in the same car as a man. Froze couldn't blame her; Kehp had grown up in an isolated community of nothing but women because her species had no male offspring. She hadn't seen a man in person until four years ago when she first joined the Canadian Interspecies Exchange Program.

But Kehp eventually overcame her fear and went out into the world. Now she worked as an International Liminal Ambassador. She encouraged isolated non-human communities, just like the one she'd grown up in, to join the rest of the world. The era of so-called 'monsters' needing to hide from humanity had ended, but some liminals remained reluctant to talk to humans. That's where fellow liminals like Kehp came in, helping fearful cultures open up just like she had.

The sheep-girl came into sight, struggling to pull a large suitcase behind her. Because of her fluffy wool, she looked broader than she was, and her slender limbs were better at quick movement than heavy lifting. Adding to her difficulty, her hooves didn't have good purchase on the smooth marble floor. Struggles aside, she was very cute, with ram-like horns and long ears that stuck out sideways from her pale peach hair, and wool of the same color overflowing from her frilly yellow dress.

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Froze darted forward to help, spooking a few travelers who suddenly realized there had been a wolf in their midst. Then she noticed Kehp's appearance; her wool was thick and wild and more than a little dirty, and she looked exhausted, with visible bags under her lilac eyes. But when she saw Froze, her face blossomed into a gorgeous smile from ear to ear.

Kehp dropped her luggage, which thankfully tipped upright and stabilized, and she bounded toward Froze, leaping into her open arms. Froze caught her around the middle and spun around to burn off the momentum. Then Froze kissed her on lips, passionately.

Two kissing liminals in an airport passenger pickup area made for quite a spectacle and attracted a lot of onlookers. Once the kiss had become too steamy for public display and Kehp couldn't handle the staring eyes, she swatted at Froze's cheeks to get her to stop.

"Save it for later," she whispered, once Froze had stopped the passionate smooching.

Froze pulled back from the kiss, then her nose wrinkled. "Um, Sheepy? I love you and I mean no offense, but…"

"I smell awful? I know and I'm sorry. They didn't have running water. Hardly any water at all, actually. They couldn't even spare enough for a sponge bath. Lizard-people don't need to bathe so they didn't understand my frustration at all."

Froze ignored the smell and hugged her again. "Aww, sorry to hear that." Then she jogged over to reclaim Kehp's luggage, which she'd been watching out of the corner of her eye in case someone tried to walk off with it. She easily wheeled it over to the curb, then held out a hand for Kehp to hold.

Kehp grabbed it and started pulling. "Let's get home. I need a quick shower and a long bath."

Froze pulled back in the other direction. "Um, the taxis are this way."

"Ah, right. Lead the way, Puppy."

At the embarrassing nickname, Froze scowled and let out a growl as if she was displeased, but her tail was wagging happily.

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Froze picked a taxi with a female driver, just for Kehp, then they started the hour-long ride to their small town in the wilderness. The town's primary business was seasonal tourism so it was pretty bare bones in some ways, but it had shops selling the necessities and residents could order everything else online or take a taxi somewhere more urban. But most importantly, the rural location gave them space: for Froze to run and hunt, and for Kehp to relax away from people. Kehp was pretty introverted and her business trips always drained her social battery. Peace, quiet, and alone time with Froze were the best ways to recharge.

As the taxi drove across the plains toward the pine forest in the distance, Froze started up a conversation with a plan already in mind. "Since you've been roughing it during your trip, how about a visit to one of those fancy day spa places tomorrow?"

Kehp smiled politely. "That sounds great, but I'd rather spend the time with you."

Froze's ears folded forward and she pouted, annoyed that Kehp hadn't understood her intent. She clarified, "I'd go too. To the spa…"

Kehp blinked vacantly, completely stunned that the gruff and utilitarian Fenrir would be interested in something so feminine. Then she grinned and hugged Froze tightly. "Oh, that would be wonderful! You're so thoughtful and kind, my lovely little pupper."

Froze heard the taxi driver chuckle at that, so she leaned close to Kehp and grumbled, "Yah, yah. Maybe lay off the embarrassing nicknames, eh?"

Kehp's grin stayed put. "Sorry, wolfykins, that's a no-can-do."

Froze glared at her. The look could freeze a wild deer in terror but it had no effect on Kehp, who knew Froze could never harm her. Then she said, "Don't make me give you a nickname based on your current smell. Maybe 'muskrat' or 'stinker'."

Kehp blanched. "Ahh! Fine, you win, Froze. I'm sorry for upsetting you."

Froze couldn't stand seeing Kehp like that, so she immediately backed down too. "…And I'm sorry for being mean. You don't smell that bad."

"Can confirm," said the taxi driver unexpectedly. "I didn't notice anything with my regular human nose."

Kehp finally felt embarrassed for sharing their private life with a stranger. Her face turned bright red and she tried to hide it in her overgrown wool.

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Later, while Kehp scrubbed herself clean in a much needed shower and then relaxed in the tub, Froze was doing research. Armed with a laptop and cell phone, she called every spa, retreat, and stylist within two hours' distance. And somehow, they were all booked full with reservations.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Froze finally asked the receptionist of one of the larger resorts, "Why is every spa booked up? I don't understand!"

"There's a hunters' convention in town," the man explained, "and a few years back, a group of their spouses started a tradition: they tag along on the trip and make a spa retreat out of it."

"And that's enough to fill up every spa around?" Froze asked, incredulous.

He answered, "The Northwest Territory Outdoors Expo is massive, and the spa tradition's been growing too. I'm really sorry about the inconvenience, but this whole week has been booked full for over six months. Even our waitlist is maxed out."

"Alright, thanks for the help. Goodbye." Froze hung up and slumped into the couch cushions. She was disappointed of course, but she was mostly upset with herself, for making a promise to Kehp that she couldn't make good on. "Shit," she muttered aloud.

"Eh? What's wrong?" Kehp said. She'd just stepped out of the washroom, all wrapped in towels. She was looking much happier, but still visibly exhausted.

Froze pouted. "All the spas and resorts for clicks around are full up. Some sort of hunting convention and all the hunters' wives."

Kehp wilted, unable to hide her disappointment. She frowned and her big eyes went glossy with moisture "Ah. That's fine," she lied. "I can go without."

Froze could tell that Kehp had been super excited for the spa visit, and there was no way Froze was willing let things stay in such a sad state. She jumped to her feet and grabbed Kehp's hands, then blurted, "If you can't go to a spa, then I'll bring a spa to you. I'll turn this place into a fancy retreat just for you, with all-day hands-on service. Manicures and, uh, face masks, and all that stuff."

Froze talked a big game, but she didn't have any idea what actually went on at a spa. She had some basic assumptions thanks to pop culture, but she had literal zero first-hand experience. To call her a tomboy would be an understatement; she never did anything feminine at all.

Kehp blinked in surprise, then smiled wide. "You don't have to do that, but I won't turn it down either." She kissed Froze on the nose and added, "You're too good to me, Puppy."

While Froze was fidgeting with embarrassment, Kehp yawned loudly, even though the sun was still up. "Sorry. Jetlag," she explained. "Alright if I head to bed early?"

"Go for it. I need to prepare your spa anyway," Froze said with a nervous smile.

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Once Kehp was asleep, Froze slipped out of the house and walked a kilometer to town. Sure enough, the place was full of hunters and their families. People in green camo, red plaid, or bright orange were walking down main street, shopping for souvenirs, socializing, and eating at all the little restaurants that thrived on tourist business.

Several people gave Froze surprised looks when they noticed her ears and tail, but no one caused any trouble. They were all nice enough people, and they had respect for a fellow predator, even if her hunting methods were different than theirs.

Froze knew the town well, but there were many stores she had never been in. Her destination was one of those, a shop that sold handmade soap and other beauty supplies. She wasn't sure it would have everything she needed, but it was her best bet. She took a deep breath and awkwardly stepped inside.

The deep breath ended up being a good call. That many scented soaps and perfumes in a closed space quickly overwhelmed Froze's sensitive nose. She was overwhelmed in another way too: she was completely out of her element and had no idea what she was looking at.

Thankfully, the shopkeeper quickly grasped the situation. An older woman with long blonde hair in a braid over her shoulder approached Froze and said, "Miss? Is there something I can help you with?"

"Uh, yah… I want to throw a spa day for my girlfriend, but I have no idea what I'm doing." Froze cleared her throat, then added, "Of the two of us, she's the feminine one."

The woman smiled. "You came to the right place. Ever since all those hunters started coming to town, I've been selling a take-home gift that I call spa-in-a-basket. It's the perfect way to pamper a lady, and it even comes with instructions for the inexperienced pamperer."

Froze was so relieved that she barely noticed that she'd already been led to a shelf stocked with plastic-wrapped baskets. She glanced around and saw that each one was full of a different themed mix of soaps, lotions, nail polish, and a bunch of other stuff Froze didn't even recognize. Once again, she was overwhelmed.

The shopkeeper pressed on. "So, what does she like, your girlfriend?"

"Um, flowers, tea, vegetarian food, massages," Froze rambled. "She doesn't need lotion though. Her body makes its own."

The other woman raised an eyebrow at that odd statement, then gestured at Froze's ears. "She's a liminal too, I'm guessing?"

"A sheep-girl, yah," Froze answered. Kehp was technically a Pan Faun, but it was much easier to say sheep-girl, since it conveyed the right information. Kehp had often complained about how the words 'Pan Faun' usually brought to mind the half-man half-goat god Pan. He was actually a Satyr, an entirely different species of liminal with two genders and no wool.

The shopkeeper lit up, excited for some reason. Froze expected her to make a crack about wolves and sheep, but instead she called back to Froze's comment about lotion, "She makes her own lanolin, eh? How lucky! That stuff does wonders for my skin, ya know? I'd put it in every lotion I make, except some people are allergic to it."

Froze fidgeted, not knowing how to respond to that. The shopkeeper didn't seem to mind. She just started digging through the baskets, saying, "I think I have one that'll suit your list."

A moment later, she withdrew a large basket filled with brightly colored products. "Aha, here ya go. A floral tea themed basket." She slapped Froze on the shoulder and added, "And for your girl, I can swap out the included lotion for something else she'd actually use. Just let me know what you want instead."

Froze blinked, lost once again. "Uh, what sort of things can I choose from?"

The woman listed off, "Nail care products, scented candles, shampoo, bubble bath, additional hand-made soap…" Then she grinned as she recalled what Froze said earlier about massages. "Or intimate massage oil."

Froze furrowed her brow. "That any different than normal massage oil? What makes it 'intimate'?"

The shopkeep leaned close. "Normal lotions and oils all say 'for external use only'. But if some of this oil finds its way inside somewhere, ahem, intimate, it's no problem. It even tastes nice."

A shiver ran down Froze's spine, stopping right between her legs. She wasn't in heat, but she had been all alone for over a week and she had needs. Needs that could be filled now that Kehp was back home. She was instantly sold on the idea of giving an intimate massage. "That. I want that. Uh, please."

With a knowing smile, the woman said, "Of course." She undid a twist-tie to open the plastic around the basket, then and swapped the bottle of lotion for a bottle labeled 'Aphrodite's Touch intimate massage oil'.

Froze was blushing up a storm after opening up so much to a stranger, but her task wasn't done yet. After one more brief conversation about whether the basket contained the other things Froze had promised, like supplies for a manicure and face mask, Froze added a few more things to her order. She wasn't worried about the price, since she was still spending less on all these supplies than it would have cost to take two people to a day spa.

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She paid, thanked the woman for her help, and hurried back home. She still had a lot of work to do before morning.

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Kehp awoke to the smell of pancakes and maple syrup, her favorite breakfast. She pulled a loose robe over her fluffy wool, for decency rather than warmth, and clip-clopped into the kitchen where Froze was cooking.

It didn't take long for her to notice that the connected living room had been completely transformed. Fresh flowers were all over the place and the center of the room had been cleared except for a sheet-covered massage table. A trail of flower petals led from there to the bathroom, where presumably the rest of the day's events awaited.

Froze zipped over to guide Kehp to the kitchen's little breakfast nook to eat, since the living room table where they normally ate was nowhere to be seen. "Please, take a seat. Breakfast will be out shortly."

Still blinking away sleep, Kehp did as she was asked, then she waited patiently and watched Froze work. She was a pretty good cook, at least when she was motivated.

Just a minute later, Froze set two plates of pancakes on the counter then returned with two glasses of milk, some butter, and hot maple syrup. As they ate together, Froze said, "I've got the day all planned out. After breakfast settles, we'll do tea and aromatherapy. Then I'll shear you and give you a muscle-focused massage to work out any knots from your trip. Then you'll take a relaxing bath, with one of those bath-bomb things and scented candles. After a light lunch, it'll be time for a manicure and facial."

Froze took a breath after rattling all that off from memory, then she continued, "Then after that, I have a secret surprise for you." The surprise would be the intimate massage, using that Aphrodite's Touch oil and a few other tricks Froze had learned in her time with Kehp. There were a couple spots on Kehp's back and legs where the right pressure would completely melt her and get her in a sensual mood.

"Wow. That's so… much. You're amazing, Froze!" Kehp cheered, then she gave Froze a wet kiss that left a lingering taste of syrup and butter.

Another of those shivers ran through Froze and she thought, It's going to be tough, holding myself back until after the intimate massage.

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Everything went off without a hitch. Well, almost everything.

Kehp loved the tea and aromatherapy, and Froze made sure to grin and bear it even though the incense was a bit too strong for her sensitive nose. Shearing was no problem at all, since they'd been through that routine dozens of times. Kehp needed to be shorn at least once a month at a minimum, but she preferred her wool shorter: no more than a week's growth.

Then, as a reward for her pampering efforts, Froze got to see and touch Kehp's wonderfully soft and smooth naked skin during the muscle massage. She made sure to avoid any sexy places, saving those for later. Kehp seemed very receptive, moaning as the tension and knots melted away.

Then Froze presented all the bath supplies, lit a couple candles in the washroom, and let Kehp find her own ideal combination. While Kehp soaked and relaxed in the flowery and bubbly bathtub, Froze had work to do. She prepared a lunch spread for the both of them, with salad, fresh-cut bread, cheese, and wine. Froze also ate a sizable portion of leftover roast beef while Kehp was out of sight. Kehp was okay with Froze's non-vegetarian diet, but Froze figured she might as well keep meat out of Kehp's special occasion.

Kehp loved the lunch and drank two full glasses of elderflower wine, commenting on how tasty it was even though Froze thought it tasted like liquid flowers. All said, the meal was a resounding success.

The manicure and facial were the real trouble. Froze's paws just didn't have the manual dexterity to do what she wanted, and she had no experience either. She messed up in minor ways over and over again until she finally had to admit defeat. Kehp was happy to do the work herself, but Froze felt terrible for not following through on her promise. She forced a smile for Kehp's sake and snuck a little more of that flowery wine to take the edge off her frustration.

Then the moment arrived. Kehp had peeled off her face mask and got all cleaned up, then she happily asked, "So what's the surprise? Did you buy me a gift or something? I'd start guessing what it could be, but I don't even know where to start after this mind blowing spa surprise you already pulled."

Froze nervously chewed on her lip, then said, "It's another massage, actually. With some special oil the shopkeeper recommended."

"Oh?" Kehp said, intrigued. "Another massage?"

Froze closed the blinds again, just like she had during the shearing and muscle massage, then said, "Please get undressed and lie down on the table." She swallowed hard, feeling antsy, and added, "I will also be undressing. This is an intimate massage, if that's alright."

Kehp's eyes went wide, then she smiled. "Ohhh, I understand now. I like the way you think, Puppy." It was pretty obvious that the wine had loosened Kehp's tongue and her reservations.

"It, it was the shop ladys idea!" Froze blurted. She'd been thrown off her game by the pet name and Kehp's flirtatious phrasing.

"Sure, sure," Kehp said as she shed her robe and climbed onto the table. On her hands and knees, she stopped and wiggled her tail at Froze teasingly, then she laid flat.

Froze had not been looking at the tail. Her eyes had been glued to that perfect booty and the plump thighs beneath, and the freshly shaved treasure in between. She suddenly remembered herself and stripped out of her own clothes, then scrambled to find the massage oil.

Cursing herself for losing the bottle, Froze searched the room butt naked while Kehp watched with an amused smile. It was over two minutes before Kehp cleared her throat and said, "Check under that plant by the lamp."

Froze whipped around and looked right at the house plant in question, but she didn't see any bottle. Until she crouched down to Kehp's viewpoint at table-height. Sure enough, the bottle of Aphrodite's Touch was there under a large leaf, but Froze had no memory of putting it there.

"Sorry," Kehp said, still lying flat on the table. "I moved it there earlier to mess with you."

Froze grabbed the bottle, then went completely still. "Wait, that means you knew my surprise before I told you about the intimate massage?"

"Sorry!" Kehp said again, more emphatically. "I saw the bottle during lunch, but I didn't want to ruin your fun. And I wanted to have a little of my own." She smiled a smug smile, though it was squished by the massage table. "I blame the wine."

Froze was definitely annoyed, but it was at least partially her own fault for leaving the oil somewhere visible. She decided to put the entire thing behind her and move forward, right after one little thing…

SLAP!

Kehp's butt jiggled for another second after the sound had faded. She squeaked in surprise, but it hadn't actually hurt. Froze's paw pads were pretty soft and she hadn't slapped very hard.

"Sorry," Froze said, grinning.

"No, you're not," Kehp said with a grin of her own.

"No, I'm not," Froze confirmed as she squirted some oil on Kehp's lower back and set to work.

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Before Froze could give a proper message, she had to overcome Kehp's beauty. Now that she was freshly shorn, the only wool left on Kehp's body was an adorable puff covering her stubby little tail, leaving the rest of her skin bare and deliciously smooth. Between the natural protection of her wool coat and the lanolin she produced, Kehp's skin was utterly flawless. Skin like hers was the goal of every fashion model, movie star, and epidermist in the world, and she got it for free.

And then there was the shape of her body, soft in all the right places, with slender muscles running beneath, giving just enough definition to suggest the speed and grace of a gymnast. You wouldn't know from looking at Kehp clothed, but she could jump two meters straight up, sprint across unstable ground, and recover from any disruption to her balance. Froze had seen all of that first hand, and she found it sexy as hell. Sometimes, when Kehp was in just the right mood, they'd roughhouse and chase each other around the cabin, and Froze's feral strength and bottomless energy always met their match with that lithe sheep.

Froze pressed her paws to Kehp's lower back, already slick with intimate oil. It smelled like sweetened lavender, like a floral tea with honey, and it was slippery and warm to the touch, reminiscent of a certain natural fluid that both women had first-hand—and tongue—experience with.

She pressed down, firm yet gentle, searching for the special spots that would unravel Kehp like an uncoiled spring. Kehp held a lot of her stress in her back, particularly in the large muscles that ran down along her spine. And Froze knew that those muscles had a criss-cross relationship with each other, where massaging one side would loosen the opposite side, upward and downward 45 degrees. So Froze found the tightest spot between Kehp's shoulders, followed a zig-zag course away from it, then started her massage in earnest.

Sure enough, Kehp melted. And she let out the most delightful moans, distractingly close to the quiet ones she made during sex. Froze took that as positive feedback and continued, staying on course even as her own naked body reacted to the sound with tense arousal. Froze moved downward a centimeter at a time, always firm and slow and observant, watching for every indication of Kehp's comfort level.

When she reached the bottom of Kehp's spine, she spent a long time on her hips, massaging the muscles that anchored there. Kehp moaned more and her tail wiggled tantalizingly. Froze wanted to grab that tail in her teeth, give it a good tug to show dominance, and dive into the glistening prize below. But she held herself back. The reward would be that much sweeter after it had been earned.

And as much as Froze wanted that reward now, she knew there was a lot of fun work to do first. She pressed her paws against Kehp's perky butt, one on each cheek, and moved them in tight circles, searching for tension in the muscle beneath. The circular course wandered all around that ass, drifting dangerously close to some very erotic areas, but Froze held herself back. She had plans lined up before that.

With slight disappointment, Froze finished the butt area and moved lower to Kehp's thighs. They were soft yet dense, like warm butter. Froze took her sweet time and savored the sensation of pressing her palms into those blissful pillows that were hot and alive with Kehp's heartbeat. She worked the sides and backs of both thighs, always careful not to tickle any sensitive skin or annoy the rarely-touched area behind the knees.

Spread across so much skin, the oil had run dry, so Froze slathered some more on Kehp's calves and resumed. That muscle-dense area had already been tended to during the muscle massage earlier in the day, but a lighter touch was still well appreciated. Froze lifted Kehp's legs, bending them at the knees, to get both sides of her calves then worked the ankles too.

Then she ran her hands quickly along the left and right sides of Kehp's body from ankles to ribs, traversing so many different densities and levels of sensitivity. When she reached the ticklish area beneath Kehp's arms, Froze withdrew her hands and announced, "Time for the front, my Sheepy. Please roll over."

Normally, the idea of her naked front being massaged, especially by an equally naked Froze, would have sent Kehp into a small panic. But after that sensual and calming massage, her reluctance was long gone. She complied quickly, revealing truly impressive breasts two cup sizes larger than Froze's own. And they looked even larger than normal, since Kehp was so slim without any fluffy wool.

Without giving herself time to get distracted, Froze dove right in. She squirted out some more of that Aphrodite's Touch oil, spread it around Kehp's front, and set to it. Shoulders were the first target, working down to the underlying muscles that supported those sizable breasts. Because of her wool, Kehp had a hard time finding a comfortable and supportive bra, so Froze got a great reaction as she massaged that area. Skipping the sensitive and temptingly cute nipples, which were wide and rosy pink, Froze worked the underside of the breasts for a bit, gently kneading both the musculature beneath and the marshmallowy boobs themselves.

Then came the belly, soft on the surface with ripples of abs deep beneath. Kehp stayed active in her job and she ate well, and it showed, at least when all her wool was cleared away. It felt like a private secret, since Froze was basically the only person to get to see the truth beneath Kehp's fluffy and shy exterior.

Froze was doing well, holding herself back from the primal urge to tear into the lovely prey before her, not violently, but nonetheless hungrily. She got as far as the front of Kehp's thighs before everything fell apart. She reached across the table to get to the far thigh, bringing her face just a little closer to the oiled and lavender-scented Kehp, and she noticed it. Beneath the smell of the oil and the bath bomb, behind the flowers and incense that had filled the room earlier, there was a single scent that stood out like a gleaming beacon. Froze hadn't always been interested in women—she considered herself straight for years then bisexual after meeting Kehp—so this smell's power over her had been learned with time, reinforced with every intimate shared moment. The smell was Kehp's wet sex, her glistening nectar, and a dozen other personal nicknames that Froze kept entirely to herself, all describing Kehp's unique and delicious fluid.

Something snapped, like a leash breaking or a chained bolt tearing from the wall, and Froze got sexual. She splashed more oil on her palms, rubbed them around Kehp's lower belly and hips to get it warm, then went for it. As Froze was painfully aware, Kehp's lap was fully shaved, leaving nothing in the way of the puffy lips of her pussy. For an agonizing time, Froze rubbed and she teased and she orbited Kehp's vagina without ever dipping so much as a fingertip into that tempting pool.

Soon Kehp was wriggling with pleasure and anticipation, clearly ready for more. Rather than escalate her current actions, Froze added something completely new: nipple attention. With her other hand, Froze started circling Kehp's right nipple, closer and closer until it was stiff and tender from indirect stimulation. Then using only her soft paw pad, she brushed it directly, sliding gently across the nub, tilting and tugging it ever so slightly. And in concert, Froze escalated her other hand's actions.

She finally slipped a finger between Kehp's lips, aiming for the little button hidden within. Froze had found Kehp's anatomy unusual at first, since Froze's own clitoris was far more prominent and visible immediately upon arousal, while Kehp's was tucked away between puffy lips and under a full hood. But now that she'd grown familiar with it, Froze considered that clit absolutely perfect, a lovely treasure to be sought and coaxed out and earned.

Froze's index and ring fingers slid up and down along Kehp's outer lips while the middle finger delved between the inner lips, brushing along the clit and coming cruelly close to penetrating the vagina itself. Froze knew Kehp's body well, and her needs. It didn't take long for Kehp's wiggling to escalate into writhing, then into muscle-shaking quivers in time with feeble moans that barely escaped her lips.

Kehp couldn't see it with her eyes clamped shut in pleasure, but Froze was grinning from ear to ear. She secretly loved that Kehp's moans got quieter the more aroused she was. A clothed backrub could earn an embarrassingly loud groan, while a mind-blowing orgasm came with a pitiful mewl or complete silence. Her adorable sheep was barely audible now, even to Froze's excellent hearing, which was great news indeed.

So she moved faster, and she pressed harder. And Kehp soon came.

Her hooves shot out straight and her hips bucked upward, lifting her butt from the table. Then every muscle in her body twitched and spasmed, but Froze did not let up. She kept that steady rhythm, her hands simultaneously chasing Kehp's moving targets and holding her back from wriggling too far away or off the table entirely.

And Kehp's voice went completely silent, despite her open mouth sucking in frantic breaths as her body and mind were wracked with pleasure. The orgasm lasted minutes, carefully managed by Froze's diligent fingers and keen senses. Then when Kehp finally started to land from her overwhelming journey, Froze spoke. The words felt foreign after so much time with only animal grunts and hard breathing, but the meaning was clear, and terrifying.

"Please, spread your legs. I'm not done yet."

Of course Froze could have easily forced those quivering thighs apart, but this was a way of checking for non-verbal consent. If Kehp was too overwhelmed, hyperstimulated and uncomfortable, Froze wouldn't continue. But if Kehp wanted to climb to higher heights, to share in even deeper intimacy, all she had to do was open up.

And she did.

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It started with a kiss, after Froze had lifted Kehp's long and slender legs and knelt between them. She kissed Kehp's lower lips once, then waited to see what Kehp would do.

The faintest voice, barely more than a whisper, said, "More. Please."

That helplessness, that weakness and need, they set off Froze's predator instincts like nothing had ever done before. She pushed those soft thighs back and apart, opening the way to the most appetizing buffet on Earth, then she dove in.

Lips met lips, tongue slipped inside, and that sweet-lavender-tea flavor flooded Froze's mouth, now mixed with that familiar slick and savory taste of Kehp's most intimate place. And then Froze went wild. She pressed her face hard into the wetness, ran her tongue in and around and over Kehp's clit, then pushed it deep inside, putting her long wolf-like tongue to good use.

She grabbed Kehp's hot and yielding thighs with both arms and used them to pull her butt a few inches up off the table. Froze needed better leverage, and that meant getting that pussy up in the air. As she devoured it, drinking in the scent and taste and feel of Kehp's truest essence, Froze felt cold moisture dripping down her own legs. Nothing got her hornier faster than her face buried in her lover's pussy. But today wasn't about Froze. She pushed that sensation out of mind and focused on bringing ever more pleasure to Kehp.

Rhythmically, she thrust her face forward and backward, dragging her tongue across lips and clit, then plunging it back inside. Then once Kehp's moans grew fainter and her muscles tighter, Froze reduced the movement, narrowed the variation down to just the smallest set of things that seemed to be working best. She had a mission of getting Kehp off again. Nothing else mattered.

In and out, her tongue sought, lapping up delicious wetness and seeking pleasure. The narrows of Kehp's entrance seemed to get good reactions at first, but just beyond that was the real jackpot. Some women called it the g-spot, that sensitive textured region on the front side of the vagina. It was most easily accessed by a woman's own hooked fingers, but Froze was gifted with a long and dextrous tongue that could reach it. Her upper lip could even provide clitoral stimulation while she worked. It didn't take long from there.

Near silence, with only the lovely sounds of heavy breathing and wet flesh-on-flesh, greeted Froze's ears. Then powerful thighs clamped down onto her cheeks, Kehp's hips tried to buck like they always did, and she came hard. Froze glanced up along a landscape of sex-flushed pink skin and saw a lovely sight: Kehp had her hands on her breasts, tugging and teasing her own nipples for extra stimulation. It wasn't normally like Kehp to add to her own pleasure, and it made Froze smile, at least mentally, since her mouth was quite busy. Her tail, which was sticking straight up in the air thanks to her kneeling pose, communicated the thought just fine by wagging happily over Froze's own dripping pussy.

Froze persisted, licking and fueling that orgasm as long as possible, until a hand flopped on top of her head. At first she thought it was going to grab an ear, maybe to take control of her movements, but then she looked back up and saw the truth. Kehp was floundering, both hands trying and failing to push Froze away. She was definitely overstimulated and she wanted out.

With one quick motion, perhaps a bit too fast in retrospect, Froze withdrew her tongue and pulled her head back.

Kehp gasped aloud at the sudden sensation all along her insides, then flopped over like a puppet with her strings cut. Only her steady, deep breathing proved she was still alive.

"Sorry I overdid it," Froze said, wiping moisture from her face with the back of a hand. The fur on her hands was soaked through with massage oil, so the action wasn't as effective as she'd have liked.

"No," Kehp panted, "you're not."

Froze's tail wagged faster. "No, I'm not."

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They both needed a shower after that, and Kehp was still weak in the knees and needed help staying upright. But part way through bathing, Kehp had recovered enough to make an enticing offer.

"Puppy, I want to repay you for such a wonderful day."

Froze rinsed some conditioner from her hair, fighting the instinct to shake it out like a wet dog. Then she said, "What were you thinking?"

Kehp dropped to her knees right there in the shower, then grabbed Froze by the hips. "I was thinking I'd start with this to calm you down, then pamper you with some of the leftover spa supplies."

Froze wasn't particularly interested in the spa stuff, but the sexual offer eclipsed that concern entirely. And maybe being a pampered Puppy wouldn't be that bad after all.