Redhawk Caldera shakin' that thang like who's da ish.

Finley was in a very giggly mood.  In truth, she had every reason to be giggly as she laid supine upon the ground, staring with a silly smile @Elwood (HA see what I did there?).  Or rather, at Elwood's rump, considering that was the only part of him that protruded from the mouth of her den.  She had finally given in to his constant complaints that her den was too small and they needed to dig out some more space.  Personally, she thought it was perfect the way the walls smushed them snuggly together.  She was a surprisingly cuddly lady, of course.  But in the end, she had submitted to his wishes on the sole condition that she could still love-tick the crap out of him even if the cramped spacing didn't force her to do so.

The second condition was that she didn't have to do anything to help.  And thus, she laid, giggling and gawking at his hiney.  And also at the little waggly bit she caught glimpses of from time to time when his tail shifted juuuuust the right way...  "Hey, dig slower!" Fin barked at him with a suggestive growl in her throat, "And put a little oomph in it."  She turned her head slightly, trying to see if she could catch another peek at his erotic dongaroni noodle ©.

Elwood was glad that Finley had finally given in to his protests regarding the size of her den. While he enjoyed snuggling to its fullest, he more often than not left the burrow with cramped muscles and stiff joints from being pretzeled alongside Finley. He had tried not to complain at first, but the more time they spent there, the more of a problem it became.

So he was busily digging away at the den, his hind paws planted solidly just outside the entrance and providing him balance as his forelegs worked. He churned dutifully at the soil, naively unaware of the way Finley was ogling his rear end. Eventually, the sound of her giggles aroused his suspicion -- and then he heard her voice purling from behind him.

She wanted some oomph? He gave his butt a little shake, then stretched his back, reaching further into the confines of the dwelling and slowly -- ever so slowly -- drawing the dirt back. "You like what you see?" he called, his voice muffled by the earthen walls around him.

Fin snickered at his response, enjoying the way he wriggled his little bum and began shoveling in slow motion. She snorted lightly as a clump of dirt rolled to her and bopped her lightly in the nose. She shook her head to push it further away, rolling onto her side in the process.

"Mmmmm yeah baby," she crooned, "I really dig it." Her composure after spilling that little pun lasted for about three and a half seconds before she burst out laughing at her awe-inspiring wit. "Oh my gosh! Get it? Get it??" she pressed excitedly, chortling all the while, "I have been waiting SO LONG to use that one, ahahaha!" Fin lifted a paw to cover her face (which looked something like this: XD) while she laughed.

The tension built between them with each passing moment -- it didn't even take much to start their engines after the flirting began. But in classic Finley fashion, she ruined the moment in three seconds flat -- after a coy and clever quip, she started laughing uncontrollably, her guffaws so fierce that Elwood had to withdraw from the burrow in order to see her face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth probably could not have opened wider. Despite the fact that she had actually cracked herself up with a lame joke, he couldn't deny that she was adorable -- as usual. With a playful roll of his eyes, he reached out to cuff her around the ears.

"Don't quit your day job," he teased affectionately, then stepped back and glanced down at his own forelegs. He was covered in mud up to his elbows, and as he leaned down to begin licking the grime away, he suggested, "Why don't you get in there and have a turn?" He wouldn't mind switching roles and admiring her cute little behind.

Finley's shoulders continued to shake even as her laughing subsided. She gave her friendboy a playful frown at his response, her ears twitching at his touch. Were she not completely confident that he too thought her to be overwhelmingly hilarious, she would have been offended by his lack of rofling. Elwood was easily the more composed of the pair, and thus she thought nothing of it.

"Oh come now, we talked about this, Twiggles!" Fin insisted, rolling her eyes in response to Elwood's request that she help with the digging, "Since you're the one who wanted more room, it's your job to do with digging. It's my job to lay here and look like a pretty princess." She gave him a sweet smile and rolled over onto her back again, lifting a single paw to bat gently and playfully at his nose. Truth be told, she was perfectly willing to lend him a hand, but she wasn't going to just up and do it without a little coaxing.

"Fine," he huffed with a roll of his eyes, pretending to be a lot more put out than he actually was. Truthfully, he would have dug all the way to China, as long as Finley was nearby. He gave up on trying to clean his legs -- it was pointless, knowing that he would be the only one digging -- and stood, turning to retreat back into the burrow.

Before he entered, though, he suddenly reached out a paw towards the reclining Finley -- a very muddy, very dirty paw. He clapped his foot right on top of her head, leaving a prominent, dark brown print. With a shriek of laughter, he then dove head-first into the den, resuming his digging with fervor and sending a spray of dirt flying from between his hind legs -- hopefully to keep her from retaliating.

Fin snickered at her friendboy's little show of attitude. Part of her felt a little guilty for making him do it on his own, but truth be told... That's a complete lie. She didn't feel bad at all. She eyed his filthy legs with a little scrunch of her nose. While she wasn't much against getting dirty, she preferred to do so in a far more exciting fashion than digging out a den.

Still... Finley parted her mouth to reassure Elwood that she fully intended to make it worth his while (after all, the best part about this expansion was that it would make room for canoodling inside the den). Before she could even say a word though, she felt a soggy foot being pressed against her down crown with a horrific squelch. Fin froze in surprise and dismay, staring wide-eyed at El as he hopped merrily away and dove back down into the den.

The sight of his laughing face brought her back to her senses, and with a growl she was on her feet. "You piece of--!" she cried as she darted after him, intent upon punishing for his misdeed only to get a faceful of dirt as he began to fling it backwards at her. She yelped in surprise again and cowered backwards, shaking her head to send bits of filth flying off of her face.

It took Fin only a moment to recover before she began to pace just beyond the range of the raining dirt. Like a caged animal, she stalked back and forth with flattened ears and narrowed eyes. In spite of the heavy frown upon her face as she glared at his rump, the corners of her lips twisted upwards in a smile. She might not have liked being on the receiving end of his mischief, but she could definitely appreciate his skill and cunning at pulling it off.

"You can't dig forever, Twig!" Fin barked at him, now fully giving in to her grin, "You'll run out of energy eventually! And once you do, your beautiful ass is mine." For a brief moment, she remembered a conversation she'd had with Fox about humping Peregrine and Elwood, see how they liked the reverse roles. The thought made her laugh lightly, and it also started the wheels in her head turning.

Elwood's ears tilted backwards as he listened to Finley's reactions to his dirt attack, though he was pleased to know that she could do nothing about it while he was submerged in the den. She threatened him, but he just continued to dig -- yes, he would run out of energy at some point, but that hopefully wouldn't be for a while! He slowed his pace, planning to drag this process out for as long as possible.

At the mention of his "beautiful ass," he gave his rump a playful and (in his mind) tantalizing shake, though his forelegs didn't stop churning. There was no verbal reply from Elwood, just a stream of chuckles that drifted from deep within the burrow.

Fin's muzzle scrunched up in a little snarl as he chose not to respond verbally, but to shake his beautiful as fuck ass in her face.. from slightly afar. She paused in her pacing to plant her feet stubbornly and irritably into the ground, grimacing as her eyes narrowed even more deeply down towards her muzzle until she felt that her brows were touching the bridge of her nose. Elwood had them as a stalemate, and though she'd threatened that he'd run out of energy eventually and then she'd have her way, that didn't seem to be happening quick enough for her liking...

Suddenly, Finley shifted her attitude towards their little play fight and went into full-on battle mode. The humor remained, but her mind shifted into a higher gear so that she could successful deal with this debacle. Like it or not, Elwood was winning. And as little as she liked to lose, she disliked even more being separated from her friendboy by even as little as a constant spray of dirt from between his legs (can I get a LOL yeah???)

Elwood's defense was quite thorough. Her gaze slipped across the ridge at her side, which would give her some leverage against the attack. She could move across it without being subjected to the spray if she used it, but in the end, she would be right back where she started when she pounced down back into the fray in order to attack. It was a momentary convenience at best, and Fin was not the type of girl to fall victim to those is only for the few seconds of relief they gave her.

And thus, the Blackthorn aligned herself straight behind her enemy and shut her eyes tight. She shifted backways for only a moment, her muscles tensing before she sprang forwards with closed eyes, straight towards her friendboy's rump. Though she still felt the pelting of dirt against her frame, she lashed out with her teeth, attempting to close her jaws around the base of Elwood's tail, which she blindly suspected she was still rather near.

Elwood should have known that his defense wouldn't last for long. His digging slowed as he thought he heard Finley moving, though he kept a steady stream of soil flying from the mouth of the den. He shifted his gaze to the left and then to the right; even when he craned his neck he couldn't see much outside of the earthen walls.

Suddenly, there was a sensation at the base of his tail, and he knew that he had been attacked. Instinctively, he tucked his butt up under himself, effectively scooting his whole body into the burrow with a yelp. In his hurry to evade Finley's teeth, he likely had a few strands of fur yanked out, but he wasn't concerned about that; instead, he focused on pivoting within the confines of the den -- although it was bigger than it had been before, turning around still proved to be a challenge -- and faced his assailant.

Rather than bare his teeth or try to nip at her, he lunged with a different tactic. He assaulted her with his mouth open and his tongue out, intending to lavish her with licks and kisses until she relented. Take that! he thought as he tackled her.

Apparently, Fin's attack was DA BOMB. Because just upon launching her move, she had the very base of Elwood's tail clasped between her teeth. He reacted in a way that anyone would have suspected, tucking his rump forward towards his chest and successfully dragging Finley with him. Though she wasn't entirely certain how it had happened, Fin suddenly found herself flat on her stomach beneath her friendboy (not entirely uncommon), with him above her twisting and launching a brand new attack against her with a main focus that seemed to be all about the tickles.

Fin struggled beneath him, laughing as he planted his kisses all over her. She kicked against him, her legs conveniently shooting past either side of him instead of forcing him away from her. She wriggled frantically beneath him, but in truth, she had no desire whatsoever to escape his sweet embrace. Instead, she twisted her spine with a harsh thrust and vaultd herself upwards towards him, reaching with her forelegs to wrap them in a loving vicegrip around his neck.

Even as Elwood made to plant his ferocious kisses on Finley, she somehow managed to slide underneath him. They became entangled as they so often did, their silver fur mingling and their legs twisting together as they collapsed in a heap. By this point he had started laughing, and his chuckles only grew in intensity as Finley squirmed under him and wrapped her forelegs around his neck.

With his legs splayed so that he could prop himself up while supporting Finley's weight, he bowed his head and buried his face in the thick, downy fur at her neck. He growled emphatically, his tongue flashing out to massage her throat and then her chin. What had started out as a playfully innocent interaction was quickly building, and he felt the now-familiar fire burning in his belly as he pressed his body closer to hers.

He kissed the tip of her snout, then moved to nip gently at her cheeks, his ears flattened against his head. "I love you," he murmured, his voice gruff.

Fin growled softly at his embrace, her playful writhings suddenly melting into tender touches. She leaned her head back to allow him free access to her throat. It was a show of trust that she rarely had given to anyone, but also one hell of a bright green light. She felt that familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach as he pressed against her. Each kiss came with a jolt of electricity that served to fuel her growing need for him.

Finley was quickly losing herself to this moment, but a kiss upon her muzzle brought her head back above water. She turned her head slightly as he nibbled at her cheeks, ears twitching when she heard her very favorite words whispered into them. Fin felt a flutter in her heart which seemed to only swell as the seconds expanded. Her eyes found his and suddenly, time stopped as the most peculiar urge rose within her to say something that she only just barely managed to bite back before it spilled from her lips.

Because as much as she loved him and wanted to give herself fully to him, she couldn't yet. Elwood may have successfully shut the door on the demons in the closet, but there was no lock on the door. They would come out eventually, and in truth they needed to. Finley wasn't about to let that happen, though. Everything was too good, too perfect, and it would all go away the moment the door opened.

So, she held her tongue, pulled him closer and whispered back. "I love you too," Fin said softly into his ear, then proceeding to return his kisses down the side of his face towards his throat with a purr that she knew he knew was the it's on signal.

For the most part, Elwood thought that he had Finley Blackthorn all figured out. Obviously, there were things that he didn't know about her -- but he believed that they were small details that he would learn over time. Just like he would fill her in about bits and pieces of his history and his family; items that were insignificant, but important for a lover to know. If he knew the extent of what he didn't know about Finley, he would be surprised; but, since she held her tongue at that moment, he remained blissfully unaware for the time being.

Instead, his mind was completely focused on the present -- on her body close to his, the feel of her fur brushing against his stomach, the warmth in her eyes as she gazed at him. After only a brief pause, she returned his sentiment, causing his tail to stir. They could be sickeningly sweet at times, but he loved it; he enjoyed getting to know Finley's tender side.

He closed his eyes as she started to return the ministrations, her teeth and lips trailing along his jawline and down his throat in the most tantalizing way. A growl rumbled in his throat; he was at her mercy now.

Lol I wanted to end this post with "KERFLOMPLE KERFLOMPLE KERFLOMPLE" but I resisted :p



Finley could've sworn she felt her heart beating all through her esophagus, so hard was it pounding now from the sound of his gentle, eager growls.  She couldn't give herself to him yet in the way she was dying to, but she could give him her passion, her love and her embrace.  All of these were things she gave him as often as she could.  One because it was all she had for him right now.  Two because it was just super fun.

After spending a few minutes lapping her tongue teasingly against the inside of his ear while her breathing deepened, she pushed herself against him with a little more force, urging him to give her room so that she could wriggle onto her belly for him.  She shifted her tail out of the way and let it brush against his haunches, a subtle signal that she was ready for him. 

I'm gonna fade this one and start us a new one, k? K!

When she pushed against him, he willingly took a step back, giving her enough room to right herself. He could barely contain his excitement as she adjusted her position, and almost as soon as she was properly situated, he lunged at her once more. Affectionately, he attacked the nape of her neck with kisses, gradually moving his caresses down her spine and towards her hips.

Then, after a few breathless moments of anticipation, he wrapped his forelegs around her waist...and they engaged in what had become their favorite pastime.

And all that could be heard from outside the den was kerflomple, kerflomple, kerflomple...