Weekend at Sofia's: Paw Pinned

 Dylan fumbled at that taut cloth. Tugging sheepishly for fear of tearing it and incurring the hound’s wrath. She was patient with him, flexing her toes to help him over the snags and curls. It was also a prime way to flaunt just how powerful and large those hefty digits were even at her distal terminus. More than once she snatched up his wrist in a lazy clench – holding his entire hand captive between those boulder toes only to release them with a teasing chuckle. He tried not to gawk up at her too long. She’d occasionally let volcanic exhales of smoke pour from her nostrils – but behind every swirling curtain was her watchful gaze, soaking up his every hesitation and struggle. 

When he finally liberated her first leg from the confines of the cloth he was awarded with an earthy bloom of casual pawscent. The pepper-musk of doggy and the leather vapor of her businessshoes. He didn’t have much time to fully appreciate it though. She tugged her paw away from him and rotated her other leg into place – fanning her digits and letting her claws splay the silky stocking teasingly. Biting his lip, the diligent bun started on the next leg of his quest, trying not to let his mind wander too far lest he shed more inches in his fluster. All the while, Sofia dichromatic gaze spilled down that long doggy snout, over her snow white smock and across her peninsula thigh of the hound, right over Dylan as he blushed under his fur. 

Just as he pulled that final stocking free Sofia closed her toes around his hands and deftly tilted her foot back – yanking him forward with it. The lapine was swallowed up in that storm of close, warm aroma. The intermingled perfume of puppy paw. Her lavender linen softener. The captured ghosts of her weathered insole. He blushed and squirmed a bit in her grip – shocked when he slipped free easily. Not because she had let go of course, but because along with the dizzying dose of doggy digits he’d also gotten another bout of shrinking. He didn’t have much time to consider his losses when Sofia laughed and leaned in. “Goodness bunny boy – you’re really taking your time with these. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were enjoying yourself at my expense. Here I thought you were in a rush.” She interjected – before rising slowly. Gods she was tall. She seemed to leer over him like a building column. Amazonian stature rising up as she deftly flicked her cigarette in the ash tray before just lifting that foot up casually and pressing it into his chest. 

The bare canine paw pads gripped at his bare fur, as her recently freed digits spread with casual canine grace – her long claws fanning just under his chin as those toe pads closed in around his shoulders and collar bone. Without even stooping to assist the motion, she pulled him down to kneel before her. His knees making little thumps on the tiles as the dog loomed that much larger above him. Proudly holding her prey firm, her tail swoosh swayed behind her. 

The pant-less predatory pup let him squirm a bit in her grasp a bit before simply pushing forward and unseating him from his position. Guided down onto his back by the casual motion of her stepping forward with him, he oof'd lowly – the wind knocked him by the lazy motion of the dog’s step as she pushed down on his mid-section, letting him feel her weight in-case he got any ideas about bolting.

 Satisfied with her patented “How to Catch a Rabbit in One Simple Step,” technique, she slid her foot forward over his chest, dragging those dull claws through her fur as she cooed down fondly; “Don’t worry though bun; I think we can spare a moment for a little indulgence on your part…”