Firefly Glen Swift

Another kiss. This time filled with far more doggy drool then the last, leaving her with an UUUGGHKK scrunched up look on her face as her tongue shot out in protest. It was enough of a distraction to allow him to try and wrangle her down as he wrapped a foreleg around her slender build. 

She squirmed in more protests, growling and being all mouthy as he easily rolled her over now onto her backside, stark white-streaked undersides revealed. In a full on sprint she was far faster, but in close encounters he wasnt all that slow and sluggish either. At this placement he could easily flop down on her and squish her into a pin if he so chose though he allowed enough room for her legs to curl against her, pressing against his chest and hips as though she might (if she ever could) push him off of her. All the while her tail waving along the reeds wildly between her legs. 

Alright, alright, I give! She laughs, trying to paw at his face. Boy your strong! He was young, of course, not even fully into two and it seemed each time she saw him she was revealed with more of his strengths, physical or personality wise.