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tanks4thememory
tanks4thememoryWho: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)
The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.
Where: Their User world abode and possibly other places
When: Some undetermined time post Legacy and after this thread
What: ABO sexytimes and maybe other things; a Clu on Clu catchall
Warnings: VERY NSFW. Multiple kinks, ABO related warnings, sorta incest depending how you view programs from the same User, basically enter at your own risk if you're not into that sort of thing
The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.
Re: Pet-people AU (CW Trauma, anxiety, talk of abuse resulting in such)
Lumi pressed his hands tighter over his ears, head braced on his knees, and tried to make himself smaller and rounder in the back of the guest room closet.
Bad dog.
He shivered under the blanket. He didn't take it! It was left there and he had to hide.
He didn't want to. He wanted to call out for a--for a chasing friend. He wanted to chase and jump and wave his pretty tail, spread his scent around and go for a run with wild eager boys and big mean girls, the kind who called guys puppy.
This had only happened to him once before. He didn't know it could happen again. He was sore all over and kind of sick, and flooded with ideas that tormented him. His nice new jeans were--just ruined. It didn't matter how much he wiped, it wouldn't stay dry, but if he didn't stay zipped.
If he couldn't even wear clothes right--
Nasty mut.
Lumi ground up against the blanket with a little growl.
If Master Caleb caught him, it was gonna be bad.
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As a computer programmer, Caleb's job allowed him to work from his home office and at his own pace most days, which was ideal for fostering. Lumi usually still avoided his office out of fear of disturbing him, but had been getting braver; the other day, he'd seen the dog sitting quietly on the couch in the corner of the office, watching him code. He doubted Lumi understood what he was doing; no way his asshole of an old owner would have taught him more than strictly necessary, which was why teaching him to read and write was also on the eventual agenda. But it was good that he was feeling comfortable enough to be a bit more curious.
There was no sign of that comfort or curiosity now though. Fortunately, Lumi was big enough that his options for hiding spots were somewhat limited. Caleb opted to start with the likeliest ones, namely the closets, and work his way out from there if need be. Starting with the laundry room broom closet he worked his way back through the house, still calling for Lumi. Sometimes he even added in a little whistle, but to no apparent effect.
The last closet to check was the one in the guest bedroom. The house had three bedrooms: his, the fosters room- currently Lumi's-, and the guest bedroom, which could be converted to another foster's room if need be, though that was seldom the case. "Lumi, are you in here?", he called into the room to announce his presence before heading over to the closet and opening the door.
And there, tucked as far back as possible and mostly hidden under one of several spare blankets he kept in there, was Lumi. He smiled reassuringly at the trembling lump of dog who looked like he was trying to make himself as small as he physically could. "There you are," he said gently. "What are you hiding in here for? I was getting a little worried; it's not like you to miss a meal."
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He'd felt strange and sick all morning, didn't really want to touch his food even though he was hungry, but he'd eaten it all because--well. Master Caleb was so nice, and patient, and Lumi wanted him to be happy. He'd let Lumi on the furniture, even if the furniture was no place a dog should ever be. He'd let Lumi stay, content to--do whatever it was he did, and even let Lumi watch while he clicked clickers and tapped tappers and stared intently into his glowing flat box. It was like a TV, but smaller, and sometimes Master Caleb had to stop tapping away to answer the phone.
Lumi was a quick study and a good listener: he knew humans had important jobs. Master Edward had had a very important job that had made him shout into the phone a lot, and sometimes kick. Usually it had kept him away for a long, long time at the office, which was just a tall house with elevators in it where humans did important work.
He'd watched a lot of TV when Master Edward was at the office, and only got caught once. But TV lied, TV was rubbish that filled his head with nonsense and filth.
Filth like had run through his mind all day, worse and worse since lunch. About chasing, and kissing, and--
He whined, deep in his throat, and tried to shift his weight without actually moving, bunched painfully against his tight wet jeans.
Lumi was a bad dog, but it made him a good hider. Shame curdled in his belly for the soft, soft whistles, the little teeth clicks, the gentle voice. Master Caleb was so good to him, only now he'd see what Lumi was really like. He'd find him, eventually, and when he did--
Oh no. Oh, no.
More than his heart gave a lurch for the gentle, intent way he was being stared at, but Lumi knew better.
He knew what was expected of him. He ducked his head until his chin actually touched his chest, whining steadily, high and sharp. If his tail tucked any tighter it would bend in half.
"Sorry," quiet, but crisp--properly enunciated-- "Sorry, s-sorry." He swallowed hard and didn't look up, just moved the blanket to show him:
"I've made a mess, Master Caleb."
At least now if he was sent away, they'd both know why.
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And he looked terrified. As if he expected punishment for a simple biological function, something he couldn't have helped if he wanted to. And given that he described it as 'making a mess' Dillinger probably had punished him for similar things before. That asshole.
But Caleb let none of his anger toward Lumi's former owner show in his expression, since the dog would no doubt think it was directed at him. Instead he kept the reassuring smile and crouched down a bit so he wasn't looming over him so much. "Hey now," he said gently. "You haven't done anything wrong. You're a good boy. This is just something that happens to all pets as they grow. I'll explain a little more later, but first, how about you come out of there so we can take care of it, OK? I bet those jeans are getting really uncomfortable."
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Master Caleb made himself less big, crouching so they could were more even-footed, and didn't grab or push or shout. He was smiling steadily and talking soft, and if this was something that happened to everybody--to every pet--maybe he really wasn't mad, even if there was something pinched and smoky in his personal scent, toasting a little when he said good boy.
It was a good sound. Those were good words! Maybe he'd get to hear them again, if he climbed out of there like Master Caleb wanted? Lumi's tail stayed tightly put, wagging cautiously at the tip.
Still, he knew he was, kinda, fragrant. Humans could not smell as well as pets could: Febreeze proved that. So maybe Master Caleb didn't know that Lumi was--not hungry, it wasn't food he'd been dreaming about all day. But maybe the human couldn't smell it quite the way Lumi did, nostrils thick with himself on every breath in, all sugar and pungent ache.
Lumi wasn't sure how that could be normal, but Master Caleb said it was. Said it was just part of growing up. Somehow the human seemed to know, and more than that, he seemed to understand whatever was happening to Lumi. Master Caleb knew what to do. And he was so kind.
Lumi decided, and slunk forward out of his hiding spot on hands and knees.
He sat, even though it was--tight, and rubbed intensely--he shivered, but stayed up, hands bent the proper way, paws down.
Stay. Oh, so tight.
"Like this?" Not daring to ask if it was good. "Master Caleb, can--" No! He shouldn't ask for things. But he could ask about things, if he used his words properly, clean and clipped. "Should, they come off? Can--I can take them off?"
He couldn't help squirming, but he didn't reach down. Wouldn't until he was told. His paws trembled.
He could be good.
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Now, just getting him to come out of the closet- part of him as amused at the unwitting metaphor, but it was a small part at the moment- felt like a victory. "Good dog," he said as Lumi crept out, smile broadening slightly at the extremely cautious wag. Though sitting that way had to be making a bad situation worse as far as the dog's discomfort was concerned. Caleb could see him trembling, especially his hands. And he noticed the hasty correction, though he filed it away for now. Something to ask about later, but there were other priorities now. Like getting him out of those soaked jeans and getting him some much needed relief.
"But you don't have to sit like that. And yes, you can definitely take them off; standing up or sitting on the bed would probably make it a lot easier. I can help you, if you want." Caleb stood back up himself, then bent down, offering Lumi his hand. "Here; take my hand, and I'll help you up. Tight as things look down there right now, you might have a bit of trouble getting up on your own, and we don't want you to fall."
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That filth. He'd clicked that one off in a rush, thrilled and sweaty and terrified of discovery. But the basic idea of going for a run had pulled at him for days afterward. Maybe he could tell Master Caleb? Maybe someday.
Those were just ideas. Master Caleb was a reality, a solid fact, and Lumi found all his focus pulled there--to him, to the calm way he held himself and the gentle way his smile spread.
Lumi's tail had a mind of its own for good dog, gave a rapid, happy shiver for that good, good sound and almost made a curlique.
Lumi whined. This was not an easy way to sit. But Master Caleb said he didn't have to, released the stay and--yes! Wanted him to take them off, get the jeans off, off, off.
It was hard to think. He didn't really notice he'd started panting until he tried to speak, head tilted in search of clarity. "We can sit on the bed?" Softly, with just a trace of incredulity. "I can sit--" he let out a short, relieved sigh that pinched around the waist, "Bed?"
"Yes, yes," low and quick for the thought of it: good, soft, easy sitting, good bed, no more awful jeans. He wanted that very much. He actually wasn't sure, feeling this way, that he could work the fly on his own, let alone get them off by himself. "Please, yes!"
Master Caleb was right: he did not want to fall. And he wanted them off.
"Please help."
Lumi shivered, put his weight on his heels, and firmly took Master Caleb's hand in his.
They'd get there together.
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But at the moment, he was oblivious to the dog's thoughts on that subject. Instead he focused on Lumi's actions here and now. He whined and began panting even as his tail gave a happy twitch. He wasn't sure if his incredulity at being allowed on the bed was just for sex or in general. Lumi's room had a bed, and every morning when Caleb came to check in him it was neatly made, but he'd put that down to the dog's enforced perfectionism. Was he really sleeping on the rug or something in there when he didn't have to? Something to ask after he was a bit more settled.
"Sit and lay down on it, yes," Caleb said. "But sitting first." There wasn't much on the guestroom bed in terms of blankets or pillows, just basic sheets and one pillow for each side of the bed; he didn't really keep this room made up unless he was expecting visitors who'd be staying the night. But it'd be more than adequate for helping Lumi.
At the dog's assent, Caleb helped pull him to his feet and steady him a bit once he got there. He really was hard enough that it probably would have been difficult to do on his own. Still steadying him with one hand, he reached down and carefully undid the fly of the jeans with the other almost surprised when Lumi's cock immediately sprang free. Not only bunched up in there, but pressed right on the hard metal zipper. He knew Lumi had underwear, but it was likely balled up and buried somewhere in the laundry hamper now, just as soaked as the jeans currently were.
He carefully slipped the wet jeans down over Lumi's hips and tail before letting gravity do the rest of the work, leaving both the dog's cock and vagina exposed to air. Which was likely both a relief and- judging by previous experience- something that might well drive even further arousal. "I bet that feels better, doesn't it?", he said. "Now just sit back on the bed, and we'll get them all the way off. Then we'll get you all taken care of, OK?"
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News-humans were supposed to be fair and balanced. They brought you the real story about things like the weather and important new products and what really happened at the dog park after dark.
They wouldn't lie, would they? Just get on the air and tell lies? It didn't make any difference to his imagination.
Lumi had slept in a dog bed, before. It was thin and old, and washed half to death. Even bleached it'd reeked with the fear marks of past pets. Pets he'd never met or even heard Master Edward speak of--so Lumi knew, to the core, that he'd better take what he was given and be grateful. It was hard to actually rest on, but it also did not stop Lumi from using all the furniture the second Master Edward was down the hall and through the elevator doors.
But it was different here. This was so nice. Everything here was so nice, and some of it was just for him. Master Caleb gave Lumi his own room, and not a dog gate in sight. Lumi kept his bed just as nice as Master Caleb gave it to him--by sleeping on top of it, curled cozy in an extra blanket found inside his own closet. He simply took it off and remade the bed every day.
Right now, though, the blanket wouldn't have cut it. He'd have gotten it all messy, tracked himself all over his nice new things. It was--was it instinct, was it training? Was he just afraid? It was bad to make a mess--so he'd bolted, in the end, to the one room that didn't smell like Master Caleb, or like the space Lumi'd been growing into, the room that was finally starting to smell like his own territory.
Neutral ground, an empty space that didn't have much in it that he could ruin. No blanket would've survived this. His underwear were already a casualty, buried in the rest of the laundry. He was in a weird mood, all hot and hungry and too, squirmy, to judge his own strength. He'd torn them trying to get them off.
Lumi held as still as he could, trying to listen to Master Caleb. His tail wagged relentlessly for the possibility of lay down. On the bed. Although they would need to sit first.
Master Caleb helped him up, and by bracing a little helped Lumi find his footing. Finally standing two-legs again was a relief, even with strong feelings pushing that he should bend over and open up, and wag his tail nice and high. That would be the best way, all sweet access--
But Master Caleb kept a hand on him, steadying with a good, firm touch. Lumi whined, soft and low, edged with a growl for how it felt when Master Caleb reached down so careful, just gently, and oh--let him loose.
He sprang all the way up with a twitch, red and heavy. It was so good, even as he shivered for contact with air, spiced with the sting from the cruel press of the zipper.
His jeans were so slicked down they slid off, rolled down his thighs at a tug from Master Caleb and slithered down under their own soaked weight. The pull--and the heavy push of wet denim over his tail--almost made Lumi close his legs, instinct and the chill tugging at his inner lips. He clenched, inside, and sweet, fresh slick stained the air.
Lumi shook himself a little, like the feelings were water, like it would help. It just pulled everything, heavy and sharp and too good. He whined, low, trying not to growl.
They still had to come all the way off. Sitting first.
"Better," Lumi managed. He really did feel good. He watched himself tremble, bright red and so full. "Sit? Sit."
Really he fell into position, but he got where Master Caleb needed him by borrowing his support and wiggling his ass back on the bed. Carefully. Really slow. It was, torture, but somehow good. So good.
He wondered, hazily, what taken care of was, if maybe it was more than just the wrecked jeans.
He knew, down under all his grunting and pushing, that he should let Master Caleb know he was okay, and that needed human words.
"So much better," they were low, heavy, hard to use, so Lumi looked up and smiled to show how he was feeling. "Thank you, Master."
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All things he planned to eventually discuss with Lumi. But for now, they needed to focus on the present. Not that he suspected Lumi was capable of focusing on anything else at the moment, given the state he was in.
Jeans finally down, the dog gave himself a little shake, as if to try and regain some semblance of normal focus that way. All it did though was make him whine softly as it shifted and pulled at everything. The poor dog really must be aching by that point, judging by the look of things, and the fact that his grasp of language was starting to slip; that sometimes happened with pets when they were overwhelmed, and heat was nothing if not overwhelming, especially if one wasn't prepared for it.
In the end, he more fell back into position on the edge of the bed than sat, but it got the job done. Caleb gave him an encouraging smile and a pat on the head, briefly scratching between those expressive ears before bending down to fully remove the jeans. With Lumi's weight off of his feet, slipping them off of his ankles was a fairly simple task, and Caleb set them aside for the moment. They'd be put in the laundry when they were done here, but that could very much wait.
"Good boy," Caleb said as he stood back up. "You're doing great. Now just lay back and spread your legs for me, OK? I'll take care of the rest." It wasn't the most natural position for a dog to take up during sex, but it was the one that gave Caleb the best view and easiest access to everything. And given how wound up Lumi was, it probably wouldn't be one he'd have to be in for too long.
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In here, the room was redolent with his own scent, everywhere now that he was very naked. Underneath that thick, bright flush of desire was the softer smell left by Master Caleb, close and warm. And Master Caleb was watching him carefully.
He was kind and quiet and gentle, and he had no idea how nice he smelled. He scratched between Lumi's ears and they leapt under his hand, under good, good touch that Lumi almost moaned for. It was different than everything going on below, where he was fast growing to one great ache of anticipation, but...better, somehow.
"I," not quite panting, but it was important, "I like that."
Only hard, hard training kept him from yipping. He felt it jump in his throat. Dogs didn't purr, but he wiggled, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and grinned hugely for the smile.
Good boy.
The praise jolted through his whole body, searing and sweet in the roots of his legs. The legs he needed to spread for Master Caleb. Lumi shifted back on the bed, careful with his tail, and awkward a second where he was heavily in his own way. He gripped the edges of his knees and pulled them wide, trembling for the touch of air and the sudden fresh ache for the thought of being looked over.
For the thought of Master Caleb between his legs.
"This way?" Tail whisking along his thigh, swatting his own hand. "Like this?"
After all, the human needed a good look at all of him.
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But however nice they were, ear scratches wouldn't take care of the dog's current problem. Fortunately, Lumi was being very cooperative. For some abused pets, fear trumped all other instincts, even during heat, but apparently none of the abuse Lumi had suffered was connected to sex, or at least not enough for him to be worried about it now. That made everything much easier, but Caleb was still sure to remain calm and reassuring, despite the circumstances.
Though as the dog laid back and spread his legs as instructed, he might catch a shift in his master's scent that said Caleb very much liked what he saw. "Just like that," he said. And with Lumi in position, he reached down with both hands. After briefly running his left hand over the dog's vagina for a bit of lubrication, he wrapped it around Lumi's cock in a loose fist and began to stroke it up and down. Meanwhile, he slipped the first two fingers of his right hand into his vagina, curling and stroking and trying to hit just the right spot. A two-pronged effort that was generally the quickest way to bring a full binary pet to orgasm.
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But nobody had ever scratched behind Lumi's ears quite like that. Maybe if he was good for Master Caleb, he'd get more scratches. It was wonderful!
Still, once Master Caleb was looking at him, he whined and fidgeted, torn between good strong feelings and a sharp curiosity. Was it going to hurt?
It wasn't like anybody'd ever petted him this way. Even the vet had--it was hazy--he remembered the medicine had pinched him, sharp in the haunches, and then he'd kind of floated. Everything was vague and sleepy while they--with a little light. When that didn't work, or wasn't enough, they'd brought out something else, something bigger they wouldn't quite let him see, a hard metal thing. Even floating, the metal hurt, and he'd struggled with them a bit, growling unhappily with his tail wagging frantic to show it wasn't on purpose. They needed to make sure he wasn't sick or hurt. They'd needed to see, so he'd laid as still as he could and tried not to cry too much.
But this was something else entirely. This was miles apart from that, Master Caleb watching him carefully, eyes searching his face before sweeping over his body, something delicious and curious sparking in Master's scent for the way Lumi opened up.
It was easier, with that lovely smell, with the soft praise, to lay back and be looked over. Just like that.
He couldn't help an eager whine for the gentle, steady stroking, but he tried to hold still. Master Caleb kept going until his hand was all wet, and for a sharp, bad second Lumi worried he'd get his nose put in it--
Instead, Master Caleb took him in hand. Lumi jolted, all instinct, hips rutting up against his fingers with a low hungry noise. He'd never--it wasn't allowed, and oh when he'd ruined the furniture, it was--but that didn't stop Master Caleb. It didn't even slow him down. Instead he set an easy pace, loose on the upstroke, and let Lumi chase his hand, up and down, up and down. It was so good, like the pressure building inside him finally had a way out, one they were chasing together, even as it somehow sharpened more.
He let out a little yelp of surprise: he'd never been petted inside, hadn't quite realized that was possible, let alone that it would feel this way, hot and slippery and starlit when something connected, just to the curl of Master's fingers. Now he was in a bit of a bind. Reaching up gave him beautiful squeezes and pushing back down eased that grip, but brought questing fingers closer to their goal.
"Wow," thick against his teeth, half a bark, "Oh, wow, Master, please--"
He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, only that it felt amazing, and he wanted it a lot.