The Badlands have a well-earned reputation for being a harsh place full of harsher Pokemon. However, if you know who to ask and where to look, there’s plenty of hidden gems lost among the sheer cliffs and dusty dunes. Among the most popular of them is the boardwalk, an oasis secluded between the cliffs on the southern edge of the desert. The Boardwalk was one of the area’s best-kept secrets from outsiders, hosting a variety of carnival-style games and a bazaar of vendors trading their goods. It also just so happened to be a short distance from the den where a particular blue-scaled Salazzle lived with her beloved harem.

Cleo found the Boardwalk a pleasant place to be, whether she was there to sell her glassware or simply to indulge in the attractions. Her various partners would often accompany her there on dates, though even alone she enjoyed spending her days visiting other vendors or even taking a dip in the cool oasis waters. On this particular evening, the Salazzle was just finishing up at her own stall for the day. She’d only just finished locking up when she felt a rather heavy form bump into her from behind, making her stumble and catch herself up against the wooden wall.

Righting herself, she whipped around to chastise whoever had tried to knock her flying, half-expecting to see some young pup darting away. Instead, she was met with a wall of brindled fur - she had to lean back to meet eyes with the grizzled old Arcanine in front of her. Regardless, she gave him a stern look.

“Hey, watch where you’re going yeah? Not all of us are as big as a boulder!” Cleo’s voice carried just a hint of amusement as the gray-furred Arcanine stepped back, her rebuke quick to bring an apology to his lips.

“Sorry ‘bout that, miss. I didn’t see you there!” He bowed his head to her, a show of remorse. Cleo shook her head at him, dismissing him out of hand.

“Best you get those eyes looked at, then. No sense in a gray muzzle like you running around like a spry pup if you can’t see where you’re going!” A wry grin had bloomed across her face despite herself, her tone having lightened up to tease the big brute. She meant to leave it at that, turning to head for home, but the older Pokémon seemed to have other plans.

“Beautiful and witty! Maybe these old paws knew where they were going after all!” She gave an incredulous bark of a laugh as he darted to follow her. “But please, let me make up for my tactless entrance! How about-“

“How about a rain check, yeah?” She cut him off, though there was something endearing about him. “It’s getting awful late for an old man like you to stay up with a young lady like myself.” Sweet as he seemed, she hardly needed his company. And while the open air of the bazaar did plenty to diffuse her potent pheromones, she hardly wanted to test her luck on that front either.

“Now listen here, I’m not all washed out yet!” The Arcanine had a playfully indignant look on his muzzle. “At least let me treat you to a night on the Boardwalk, yeah?” She couldn’t help but grin at the honest, earnest smile on his muzzle.

Despite his looks, he clearly was still a puppy at heart. And the night did look like it would be nice, with a warm breeze blowing to keep the chill away. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him?

“You sure you can keep up? Maybe I’ve got some expensive tastes!” She was being decidedly cheeky now, all her precious irritation disappearing fast as they bantered.

“Never met a lady who I’d call a cheap date,” he laughed. “Don’t intend to, either. It’s no fun if your partner’s holding back!” He trotted out in front of her, halting her steps with his bulk and giving her a frankly adorable set of puppy dog eyes. “Come on, let an old dog show you some new tricks!” Cleo gave him an exaggerated sigh, though she couldn’t mask her smile.

“Are you always this corny with Pokémon you don’t know?”

“Twice as much with the ones I do know,” he answered, making her snicker. She made a show of considering him a long moment, even sizing him up before shaking her head.

“What’s your name, Corn Dog?”

“Atticus, miss…?”

“Cleo will do just fine, Corn Dog. Now listen here, you’ve got my curiosity, so I’ll give you the honor of treating me tonight. Don’t disappoint me though, I’m expecting you to keep up!” The whoop of joy he gave nearly knocked her off her feet with laughter, especially when he ran a circle around her.

“Oh, trust me miss. I’ll give you a night to remember yet!”

Cleo couldn't help but find herself excited as she let the massive Arcanine lead her back towards the Boardwalk proper. It wasn't as if she was new to the area, of course. Having lived so long in the Badlands, she was well familiar with a lot of the salvaged and repaired rides taken from abandoned human settlements and fairs - hell, she had even been on a caravan or two to retrieve them. But there was something infectious about the giddy attitude of the older Pokemon, something endearing about the bounce in his step and sweet in the way he kept checking to make sure he hadn't gotten too far ahead of her. Even with a harem full of partners each sweet and kind in their own way, she found herself surprised once again.

"So how have I never seen you around here before?" the Salazzle asked as they made their way. "Seems to me like such an excited ball of fluff should be hard to miss in a crowd."

"Ah, I'm not really from around these parts. Me and my son live in the forest that borders the Badlands and trade goods here when we need them. Most of the time we lend our services to some of the local Pokemon guilds as extra hands for a rescue or extra bodies for a building project. It's not flashy, but it's good and honest work." She could tell he was trying not to puff up with pride, though it was an honest sort of pride. The kind that came with hard day's work, not often something she saw with the rough and tumble crowd that the Badlands usually attracted.

"So I guess I know who to call, next time I'm in distress. So long as you won't bowl me over when you come running, anyways." Snarky as her reply was, there was a flirty edge to her voice as she added, "Points for the most creative way of sweeping a lady off her feet, though." Atticus blushed at that, and she found she liked the bashful smile that he gave her in return.

The Boardwalk proper was just starting to light up as the sun made its meandering way towards the horizon, twinkling fairy lights glittering on strings of wire in the gathering twilight gloom. Rising over game booths and food vendors, the impressive display of small roller coasters and joy rides blinking with all manner of colorful lights was a sight to behold. And towering above it all was a Ferris Wheel, the Boardwalk's biggest claim to fame. As she understood, it had been ten years of looking for parts as well as Pokemon to help put it together, and the resulting structure was said to be known even as far as Salt City on the coast.

"Where to first, Corn Dog?" Cleo asked warmly, pressing a bit closer to his side as they made their way up the area's namesake wooden pathway. "I could use a bite to eat, personally. Haven't had anything since lunch."

"Is that so?" Atticus nudged her gently to steer her towards a small building with open order windows adorning it's front walls. "Let's get you something to eat then. This place has the best meat buns and these really great milkshakes to go with it. I always try to stop by if I'm in town!" And indeed, the smell wafting out of the small shop's windows were delicious, making Cleo's stomach rumble as they approached. She'd never stopped at the little shop, though she could remember passing it many times on other outings. The window they went to was being run by a cheerful Delcatty, wearing an old-style cafe hat and a cute apron as part of her uniform.

"What can I get for you two?" she asked, giving them both a friendly smile. Cleo looked to Atticus expectantly, and she was pleased to see he wasn't slow on the uptake.

"Can we get two of the Steamed Pork Buns, and two large chocolate milkshakes? My sweet lady friend here is fit to be starved." He gave a playful 'oof' as Cleo playfully elbowed him, though she was smiling up at him. Something about their exchange made the Delcatty behind the window chuckle as she turned back to the Pokemon working in the kitchen to relay the order. When she gave the total for the meal, Cleo instinctively went to reach for the coin pouch at her waist only for Atticus to gently push her aside. "Now, Cleo, I told you I was treating you. Wouldn't be much of a treat if I made you buy dinner right off the bat!" He pushed his own coins towards the cashier with one paw.

Cleo, for her part, found herself genuinely and pleasantly surprised by the exchange. Big and goofy as he was, he was equally honest and upfront, assertive without being overbearing or aggressive. Her first impression of him was certainly high - genuine Pokemon were in short supply in the Badlands, and shorter supply around her. As they went to sit down at one of the pop-up tables nearby to wait, she found herself all the more curious at how he'd managed to stay the way he was with so many rough and tumble personalities around him. The thought was dwarfed by the laugh she couldn't stifle as he pushed the small chair aside - clearly, the eating setup was meant for smaller Pokemon than the jumbo pup she was out with.

"So what about you, Miss Cleo? Warm weather aside, you don't seem the type to spend all your time out here in the Badlands. Do you also travel back and forth, or do you live local?" A rueful smile crossed her lips as she took a moment to choose her words, not wanting to dwell on her negative experiences.

"I do live not far from the Boardwalk. Cozy little den that one of my partners dug out for us, secluded from a lot of nosy neighbors. I used to live in the Hidden Valley, to the west, but... Let's just say that the clean and polished Pokemon who live there didn't know what to do about a Salazzle with a rather attractive scent. Lots of angry partners who didn't take kindly to something I couldn't help." She shrugged nonchalantly, the situation long since having passed and leaving only a lingering sting with the memory. She couldn't help but feel a bit more warmth bloom in her chest as she saw the indignity that crossed his face as he connected the dots for himself.

"So they ran you out of town because they couldn't control themselves, and they couldn't accommodate you? That's... Disgusting." He offered a paw, which she took in both of hers. "I'm sorry that you had to deal with that. But it seems like you've made quite a nice life for yourself out here. And with some much more accommodating partners, it sounds like?"
If anything, it was more surprising to Cleo that he hadn't balked about her having multiple partners. Most Pokemon who were intent on flirting with her were usually put off when they realized they had others to contend with, or others who she would be going home to. But if anything, he seemed like he was just happy that she had others around that made her happy.

"It's certainly been a blessing, especially lately. I've been very fortunate to find my own little den of misfits to live with, and to care for them as much as they care for me." Cleo smiled wistfully. "More so that they've been very supportive of me pursuing whatever makes me happy, and whatever opportunities present themselves to me." Looking back up at him, she cocked her head as she remembered what he'd said about living with his son. "What about you? No lucky Miss Corn Dog at home waiting?"

"Not for awhile, sadly." He looked away, clearly still a little raw about it. "The life of a traveling helping hand wasn't the life she wanted, and I couldn't blame her. Our son still travels to see her regularly, and we have a civil relationship between us, but. I can't say it hasn't been hard to keep up with relationships since." The cheer came back just as quickly as he left as he met her eyes once more. "But my son is healthy, we've been on many an adventure, and I've crossed paths with a lovely young lady like you to spend my evening with. An old dog like me can't ask for much more than that, can I?"

"I suppose you could, though you strike me as too humble to do so, Sir Corn Dog," Cleo answered with a mischievous smile. She was about to say something else when the Delcatty at the window called them to let them know their order was ready. Atticus got up and went running to grab their food, leaving Cleo to ponder him for a moment. If he was leading her on, he was doing so amazingly. She'd not met anyone like him in quite some time, and she found him to be good company. She was equally pleased to note that he wasn't just all over her like some of the other males she'd had the misfortune of spending time with, polite to nearly a fault. He came back balancing their food on his nose, trying his best to impress her with his antics even as their milkshakes wobbled on the serving tray.

"And... Here... We... Go!" He nearly lost it as he slid the tray onto the table, but managed to stick the landing with some level of grace. Cleo applauded honestly, impressed he'd managed to bring the tray over given his four-legged stature. "This old dog still has a few tricks left in him!" He then proceeded to fumble over his feet, falling flat on his face beside her to her giggling delight.

"Let's just make sure those tricks don't land you in the medic tent, yeah?" Cleo got up to help him back to his feet - more of a gesture than any actual help, given his bulk, though he appreciated it all the same. He tried to move his way over to the other side of the table, but she stopped him and coaxed him to sit at her side instead. "No reason to be so far away, sir. We're supposed to be out together, aren't we?" The way his face glowed as she leaned against him made her smile just as brightly. Reaching out, she took hold of one of the foil wrapped buns and peeled it open, surprised at the sheer size of it. Absolutely a two-handed meal, the white doughy breading smelled absolutely divine to her. But when she sank her fangs into it for the first time, the hot sweet pork that melted on her tongue had her nearly floating away.

"Didn't I tell you? Worth the trip and then some just to have a few of these!" Despite his reassurances, he seemed genuinely pleased to see her enjoy the food. And enjoy it she did, wolfing down the bun in a distinctly undignified way and licking her scaly paws clean before realizing what she'd done. Now it was her turn to blush; she hadn't meant to be quite THAT relaxed with him, though he made it easy to do so. In the time she'd taken to devour her bun, he'd managed to work the foil open with two rather sharp claws, lapping up the food whole with his broad tongue and chewing on it slowly to savor the flavor.

"That was absolutely delightful Corn Dog. Definitely going to have to take your advice next time you recommend something big and meaty." She winked at him, delighted to see the innuendo process in his mind and fluster him into a blushing mess as she sipped on her milkshake. Gosh, even the milkshake was good, a delightful creamy texture that managed to be sweet without overwhelming her senses. No surprise that a well-traveled Pokemon like him would have good taste in food, but she was shocked at how long she'd overlooked something so good right under her nose!
Giving it some thought, she supposed it wasn't as surprising as she'd have liked to believe, given her track record.

"So um... Do you want more? I can go and order another-" Cleo leaned up to smooch his cheek, cutting off what he had started to say before tugging gently on his scruff, towards the rides.

"Much as I'd love that, I'd rather not taste it all twice while you treat me to the fair," she giggled. Tail wagging, he got up to follow her readily, thanking her sincerely as she offered to carry his milkshake for him.

He hardly had a chance to ask her what ride she wanted to start with as she settled more comfortably into their impromptu date, leading him towards the bumper cars to start with. The night was still young, letting them get to the front of the line fairly quickly before the evening crowds really started to gather. It was somewhat comical to see the Machop attendant try to help Atticus fit into one of the bumper cars, his fluff hanging out of the top of the ride while Cleo settled herself gracefully into another. Doubly funny was how big of a target Atticus made himself with the other Pokemon, his size making him stand out above all the other Pokemon and making his steering and maneuvering awkward at best. He took it all in stride though, laughing loudly each time he was crashed into and even exaggerating how much he rocked after each collision. Cleo may have made a point to bump him several times in a row, teasing him with a playful

"Beep beep!" hollered at him as she passed by.

No surprise that Atticus was wobbling a bit on his feet when their turn on the ride ended, tottering towards the exit with Cleo bracing one leg to guide him down the wooden path back to the main thoroughfare. Far from being upset, he was laughing and half-joking about wanting to get back in line as they wobbled their way down the path, even gently trying to hip-check Cleo with his own returned "Beep beep!" Cleo couldn't help but be delighted at what a good sport he was about it all.

"Uh oh, let's make sure Sir Corn Dog doesn't have a concussion," she joked as she scrambled up his leg, pushing her hand to his forehead playfully. "Wouldn't want to leave you alone with brain damage."

"Too late for that then, or so says my son," Atticus replied with a wily smirk. "One too many knocks on the noggin' from all my travels." He made no effort to shake her off his back as they walked, content to let her ride atop of him as they made their way towards the next ride. Cleo took full advantage of her position atop of him, taking some of his fluff and guiding him like a mount towards her favorite roller coaster. The sign outside read "Thunder Dragon" in bright neon lights, the tracks rising up in menacing loop-de-loops and sharp turns that had Atticus sweating. Still, he wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and his steps didn't slow at all as he went the way she'd indicated.

Here, his height proved to be somewhat of a sticking point with the Bisharp manning the gate. Less for his height and more for his weight, they were concerned that he might topple the car going around the bend. Atticus gave Cleo a small shrug and nudged her forward, promising to watch from the faux picket fence on her behalf. Cleo pouted a bit that she wouldn't get to see her big fluffy friend try to hold on during those thrilling loop-de-loops, but getting to ride knowing he was cheering her on did give her a special bit of warmth in her chest. She made sure to get a seat at the front of the ride so she could wave at him anytime she was going past, though as soon as the cars took off down the track she found her hands a bit busy holding on to the rail in front of her for dear life.

She'd forgotten just how fun a fast coaster could be, having not been on since her last date night at the Boardwalk a few months ago. The speed was exhilarating, and she loved the feeling of the wind whipping over her scales as the cars rattled along the well-kept tracks. The first loop-de-loop had her head spinning in the best kind of way as her blood ran up and down her body, leaving her light-headed going into the next series of hairpin turns and up over the series of crests and valleys. Her voice quickly started to crack from her screams of pleasure as the ride went, though she had come back to the station at the end before it could be lost entirely.

It was her turn to feel her head spinning as she dismounted the cars, though Atticus was quick to catch her as she stumbled a bit on the edge of the platform. She found herself grateful for the massive wall of fluff, more so when she found herself tossed gently over his shoulder to ride along once more. That he so easily lifted and carried her weight without so much as blinking was somehow satisfying, and left her feeling safe as they made their way back to the main walk once more.

"Why don't we do something easy to catch our breath?" Atticus suggested, looking over at the carousel to their left as he walked. The song sounded both whimsical and peaceful in the cool evening air, a sound that Cleo found rather charming. Still, she couldn't help but cock an eye at the big old Arcanine under her.

"You weren't kidding about being a pup at heart, were you?" she teased. "That does sound rather nice though. I don't think I've ever ridden on a carousel before. And bonus, there should be plenty of room for you on it too." He chuckled under her, a warm sound that reverberated through her body as she reclined on his back.

"If nothing else, you could always ride me instead of the faux ponies on the ride," he remarked back with a wry grin. Thus decided, he made a more direct beeline for the ride, spooking several pups and their parents in the process as he strode by them. The sight of the pair sitting in the growing line for the attraction among younger families was almost comical, though Atticus wasn't shy about making friends with the pokes around them as they waited. Cleo was particularly impressed with his patience talking to the young Vulpix pups in front of them, entertaining their excited babbling and praising the little prizes they had won from some of the carnival games so far without so much as a huff of complaint.

When their turn came to get on-board the ride, Cleo was quick to find herself one of the higher-mounted horses to mount, a proud-looking Rapidash with a bit of wear to it's paint. The fairy lights strung around his bridle and saddle only added to the charm, as if he were about to whisk her off to some whimsical land over the rainbow. Atticus, predictable too big to actually ride one of the mounts, contented himself instead to stand in one of the open spaces next to her that might have been used by humans with strollers in the ride's previous life. Cleo was beside herself with delighted laughter as the Vulpix twins from before shyly asked if he was available for a ride, and he was quite the good sport in laying down to let them clamber onto his back as the attraction started to rotate.

"Do you ever stop being a dad?" she asked, her joking tone cut with genuine affection at just how caring he seemed to be. He shook his head ruefully, though he had no shame in the fact.

"After so long, it's just second nature I guess. Plus, look at these little scamps, how can I say no to them?" On cue, the Vulpix twins cheered and agreed loudly with him, declaring him the best ride so far as they hopped and pranced on his back.

"Your son is quite lucky then. Not all parents have as much patience and kindness as you do." Cleo's comment was genuine. Her biggest shock was just how easily the big pup had managed to win her over, making her glad she had decided to give him a shot in just a few hours. He was corny and goofy and silly for sure, but she could forgive all of that - if anything, it only added to his rather endearing charm. "Honestly, I can't believe you've not met someone else yet. You seem like quite the catch, Sir Corn Dog."

"Woe to that. Sadly, it seems that my work always gets in the way of any fetching lass that might want to give this old dog a chance. Not that I can blame them - it's no easy life, trying to be a partner to a wandering hand like me. And I can't say I've always been the best at putting my relationships before my work, truth be told." His ears seemed to flag at that admission, not proud of the fact but not hiding it either. Cleo smiled softly and leaned over to put a paw on his shoulder, squeezing him gently.

"Mm, we all have our faults. But tonight's not about any long term commitments, huh? Just the two of us living it up and enjoying the night ahead of us." He nodded, and she was pleased to see his usual big smile return to his face. "There we go, that's better. Can't have our noble Sir Corn Dog wearing a frown on that big grey snout. You'll bring a rainstorm down on us with a cloud that big, yeah?"

The ride again ended sooner than Cleo expected. She found that time seemed to pass so much quicker while she was spending it with Atticus, slipping by unnoticed as they enjoyed their evening. Walking side-by-side from the carousel, she nudged him towards the games lining the boardwalk with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Were the games rigged? Of course. Did she want him to win her a teddy bear anyways? Absolutely.

Did he balk at all at the request? Of course he didn't.

They settled on what seemed like would be a simple game - knock a stack of cups down with a ball, win a prize. The price per three throws wasn't steep, and Atticus seemed absolutely sure that he could bag her wanted plush toy in a single throw. He traded his coin for the ball, wound up his throw, tossed the ball dead on target, and hit nothing but air as the ball zipped by the top cup on the pile. Cleo was all laughs as Atticus squinted at the pile, lowering his stance and locking his eyes on the cups as he wound up for his second throw. And then his third.

Thirty-two balls later, Cleo had pity on the dog, sashaying up next to him and taking the rubber ball from his muzzle with a self-assured look on her face. She eyed the stack of cups in front of them, taking the measure of just the right spot to tag them to send them toppling, and then threw the ball at the edge of the stall beside them. Just so, the ball bounced against the paper wall, ricocheting back into the pile from behind and toppling them over with a satisfying crash and a howl from Atticus's frustrated form.

"H-How? What? How in the heck...?" Cleo only chuckled at him as she collected her prize from the Abra at the side of the booth, choosing not to tell him that the wily psychic fox had been teleporting his ball anytime it came near the front of the pile. It had been dumb luck that she'd managed to outfox him, throwing from an angle that he must have been sure would have missed the mark. No need to damage her friend's pride more than she might already have, though he was still flabbergasted as they walked away from the game.

They were coming now to the end of the boardwalk, with the Ferris Wheel looming ahead of the pair of them. There were other rides to be ridden for sure, but Cleo found herself wanting to see the heights of the Boardwalk with the Arcanine more than anything else. Of course, by now it seemed she didn't need to tell him - he seemed to have had the same idea.
The cars on the Ferris Wheel were certainly big enough for the pair. Large enough for half a dozen smaller Pokemon, Atticus found himself fitting comfortably under the tall canopy of the car - and filling half of it with his bulk. They both politely thanked the Cleffable that was operating the ride as they sat down in their private little room and felt the wheel jolt forward, slowly lifting them up in increments as each car filled in turn.

"Really makes you feel how small you are," Atticus commented as he looked out over the slowly shrinking fairgrounds, the moon rising just over the East horizon. From the height they were reaching, the Badlands glittered under the moonlight like fallen stardust, bordered by the shadows of the forest beyond.

"Mm, it really does. Makes the whole area look so much more beautiful when you can see beyond the dirt and sand and rocks. Reminds you of why it's such a nice place to call home." She seemed almost wistful as she leaned against him, finding herself wonderfully content in that moment. The wheel circled twice before pausing, leaving them at the top of its arc for a long minute as they quietly enjoyed each other's company and the breathtaking view around them.

Cleo was of course the one to break the silence. Not with words, but with actions. One scaly paw laid across Atticus's muzzle, gently guiding him down so she could kiss him properly. Not a chaste little smooch, but a long, passionate kiss that despite their size difference was still enough to leave the Arcanine breathless.

"Thank you, Corn Dog. I'm really glad you ran into me today. Tonight has been an absolute delight." He could only blush and smile at first, paws digging bashfully into the metal floor as he tried to find words to reply. Before he could, he found that Cleo was pressed up to him a bit more snugly, fluttering her eyes at him with a mix of mischief and amorous intent. "I hope you aren't opposed to spending the rest of your night with me. With as much hospitality as you've shown me, I'd love very much to return the favor."

The clear loss for words was a cute look for Atticus, one that Cleo couldn’t help but find endearing. Still, she was patient to let him make that decision on his own, not wanting to push him one way or another. He’d been nothing but a gentleman to her today, and it would have been cruel not to return that kindness. Her patience was quickly rewarded however as he leaned in to kiss her once again, nearly taking her off her feet with the fiery passion he put behind it. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she let him push her back into the seat of the car, tangling her fingers in his fluff as they quickly fell into a messy make out. The way his broad tongue moved to fill her slender muzzle only had her moaning, and when he moved to nip and lick at her neck instead, it was enough to have her head spinning.

She was just starting to push his bread head lower, eager to see what that warm tongue would feel like between her thick thighs when the Ferris Wheel began to move once more, shaking them out of their moment of passion. The pair were quick to compose themselves as much as possible before they came back to ground level, though there was still a noticeable flush on her cheeks as they walked back onto the Boardwalk.

“So, um… Did you still want to um…” Cleo smirked at Atticus’s sudden bout of nerves, tugging on his paw towards the entrance to the Boardwalk.

“I have a little place nearby, a friend lets me crash there when they’re not around. Should be nice and private.” Cleo started walking, only for Atticus to scoop her up by her arm and toss her onto his back, trying his best not to look like he was running down the wooden walkway as they made their way towards the indicated little house at the end of the way. Fortunately for the amorous couple, the house was close to the bazaar at the entrance to the walk itself, a nondescript little hut of a place with a well-kept if simple look to it.

Atticus struggled not to break the door down with his eagerness as he pressed his paw into the wood, opening the door and nearly tumbling his way through the just-big-enough door frame. Cleo landed nimbly on her feet, ushering her adorably goofy partner in with a wave of her paw before shutting the door behind them.

The inside of the hut clearly showed that it was a place to stay in transit more than a place anyone lived with any regularity. A simple bed stood in the corner, opposite a small table covered in a light layer of dust, and the storage cabinets only held a few bottles of water and some preserved berries for emergencies. Meager for sure, but more than enough for their needs. Cleo was quick to push the table to the far wall, out of the way of the massive Arcanine before sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning back on her paws.

“Now then, Sir Corn Dog. Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Cleo found herself easily able to relax and expose herself to Atticus, knowing she could trust him to be a gentleman here as much as he had been on the boardwalk. Parting her legs wide, she couldn’t help but feel flattered at the way he looked at her. Not just at her dripping sex, not just fixated on the pheromones dripping from her or the lust she was radiating, but on her as a whole. It was the look that her first partner still gave her, a look of reverence and desire rather than sheer animistic need. It was a look that she could get very used to seeing from him.

To his credit, he wasted little time in closing the distance between them, his lips finding hers with a passion she knew she was going to get addicted to. Of course, she had to be careful that she didn’t just fall into his maw with the size difference between them, but then that was part of the fun too wasn’t it? Feeling that great muzzle work once more along her neck, sharp fangs gently grazing her scaly skin as he licked and nipped his way down over her shoulders and chest, taking his time to really savor her. She knew he was struggling, of course. This close, her pheromones would be absolutely drowning his senses, never mind the way he was licking her skin. But the way he trembled as he fought not to just devolve into a lust-driven beast was as exhilarating as the thought of him finally breaking. She let her fingers tangle once more in his fur as she gently pushed him further down, eager to see just how that broad tongue would feel on her needy folds.

“Fuccck,” she groaned when he finally let his attention wander where she wanted it, the first flick of his tongue against her public mound quickly followed by him dragging the thick muscle over her soaked vent. Her grip on his fur tightened as she felt him dig into her, slowly coaxing her open with each lick until that fat tongue was slipping into her needy depths.

Horny as she knew he was, she was impressed at how much control he exercised over every movement. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her reactions with each flick and roll of his tongue, feeling out exactly where her buttons were and how hard to push them to get her writhing and begging for more. It was as infuriating as it was erotic, the way he took his time with her and made sure she was absolutely losing her mind with need. Where past conquests had simply railed her into the ground until she came, he simply spent the time working her over until she was a melting mess in his mouth, sobbing his name as she came all over his eager muzzle while he mercilessly kept working her twitching sex.

She had to pull on his ears to get Atticus to stop, the overgrown mutt content to keep tongue fucking her until she was a maddened mess if she hadn’t made him quit. Even then he was first concerned with showering her with loving affection, licking and kissing all over her body as she collapsed back onto the bed in a huff. Perhaps he would have been happy to leave it there if she had asked him to, ever the one to put her first. But of course, she wasn’t here to martyr him.

If she was gonna kill him, she was gonna do it by blowing his damned mind.

“Come on now, sweet Sir Corn Dog. That big tongue of yours is lovely, but I need something else. I’m hungry for a different kind of meet for my bun, if you will.” The cheesy pun was something she wouldn’t have thought of before, but it certainly had its desired effect on Atticus, the Arcanine’s mouth splitting into a wry grin even as he nuzzled into her chest. Letting her actions match her words, she rolled over beneath him, leaning forward as she braced her knees out wide below her, wrapping her whipy tail around his throbbing red cock from tip to knot. “Don’t worry, big boy. You haven’t managed to knock me down and out yet today.”

Growling, he moved himself more firmly over her while the bed below them creaked it’s weak protest, bracing his forepaws on either side of her shoulders while he let her guide his dripping shaft where she wanted it most. He was huge in her grasp - without seeing him, she guessed in her head he must have been easily as big as her Mudbray partner. The thought of that only made her drool though as she felt that tapered tip drag across her needy vent. She rewarded his patience in letting her take control of their tryst by rocking her hips back solidly, taking a quarter of his shaft in a single stroke before releasing him from her tail.

“C-Cleo…” She smiled up innocently at him, one hand reaching up to pull him into a kiss before she answered him.

“I’m a big girl, Corn Dog. And I want every. Last. Inch of you.”

The bed’s protests became a loud crack as Atticus took her at her word, surrendering to the feral lust that had been building up in him since she’d first closed him into the hut with her, her pheromones pushing out what little reservations he may have had. Cleo herself gasped as she felt him sink full into her, swearing her belly distended around that first rough thrust as one of his paws wrapped clean around her waist and pulled her hips back against his. She dug her sharp claws into the mattress below her as he settled into a rough and rapid rut with her, knot slapping her soaked lips with each heavy thrust into her and quickly filling the room with the sounds and scent of their lust. Her voice quickly broke down into a series of moans and grunts with his name mingled into the mix, and each time her growled hers in turn it sent shivers down her spine as good as the feeling of him spearing her with that thick canine shaft.

She wasn’t sure at what point he made her cum. It seemed like the whole of it was a blur of pleasure, eyes rolled back as she held on for dear life and begged him not to stop. She could feel when he hunched over her for more leverage, sharp fangs digging into her neck and holding her tight enough that she thought he might slip and snap her in half as he bred her like a pup in heat. She felt when the bed under them gave up, collapsing to the floor in a heap of dust while he bore down on her. She felt every time those heavy balls slapped against her belly, threatening her with the load they were carrying. And she could tell when he was getting close, trying to slow down and drag it out.

“Fuck, come on Corn Dog! Don’t- hahhhh- Don’t you dare hold back now!” She threw her hips back with what strength he hadn’t fucked out of her body as she demanded everything of him. “I told you, I want every. Last. Inch!” Ever the gentleman, he gave her exactly what she asked for, pinning her down as he drove his cock into her until that swollen bulb of a knot managed to slip past her snug lower lips. They shared a howling moan as the first jets of cum filled her belly, hot and thick and plenty enough to have her screaming his name. He slumped over her as the pleasure knocked the wind out of his lungs, collapsing over her form with a grunt and covering her with his bulk, and even then his hips kept rolling into her, shallow thrusts to keep her pleasure rolling as her needy sex milked every drop he had.

When at last he came to his senses, Atticus was quick to roll over and check on Cleo, the dazed Salazzle a grinning mess under him. Her belly was swollen and distended with his cum, excess dripping out from around his knot as she rode the fiery afterglow.

“Fuck, are you ok?” His concern only made her smile bigger, looking up at him with glazed over eyes.

“Someone was sure pent up,” she teased. “Guess you don’t get a lot of road tail, huh?” He blushed, but wasn’t put off by the crude bit of humor - if anything, it reassured him he hadn’t completely broken her. Cleo leaned up to nuzzle into his neck as they relaxed on the broken bed, reaching up with one hand to stroke his cheek while the other rubbed her gravid belly with a silly grin of her own. “God, you had so much to give… I guess you won’t have anything left for a second go around?” A low growl rumbled from his chest at the thought, and the way he twitched inside of her only confirmed he was certainly not finished with her yet.

“Are you sure you can take a second round, Miss Cleo?” His tone was somewhere between serious and playful, one paw running down her smooth body towards their joining.

“Oh, Corn Dog. I don’t know if I could keep you around if you didn’t threaten to leave me bedridden,” she answered as she kissed into his neck fluff. “Besides, you’ll be very good for snuggling when you’re done breeding me senseless.” He could only chuckle as he pulled her closer.

“And to think that you were ever mad about me taking you off your feet.”