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Fit For Dogs	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 25003 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Tail Of A Time
Inuyasha curled up in the mokomoko, on the sofa, watching a television documentary about pond life, which made him feel bored and sleepy. As he dozed off, he was vaguely aware of Sesshomaru quietly getting up and leaving the sitting room to take a business call on his mobile phone. But he didn't need his mokomoko around him just to take a phone call, so Inuyasha only shifted into a more comfortable position and kept his eyes closed.
He was jolly well going to keep hogging the luxuriant fur on this dreary winter afternoon. The taiyoukai had been very accommodating ever since he had agreed to return home after staying well away during their last two spats, and part of the pampering had involved letting him nap with the mokomoko wrapped around him whenever he liked.
The fur was so comfortable, and so perfect…
But the pond documentary had ended, and the hanyou's ears soon flicked as they picked up the commentary for the next show. It was about wolves. He listened to the sounds of the howling and to the description of the family of wolves featured. His eyelids opened a crack when the programme began to show a hunt in progress, and those wide golden eyes were fully open by the time the final kill came, as the pack brought a reindeer down.
Yum. It was making him feel hungry. He groped for a tin of biscuits on the side table and started munching. Not quite the same as pouncing on a reindeer, but it would do for now.
This next segment of the documentary was also interesting, with the presenter going into some detail about how dogs and wolves were very similar, with a few differences in the frequency of certain behaviours, and the age at which such behaviours might stop in one species and continue in another.
Dogs, the presenter was saying, retained puppyish characteristics all through life, while wolves grew out of them. Hah. Right. As if Koga would ever grow more mature than Sesshomaru even if you gave him three thousand more years. Such rubbish.
Some behaviours were apparently more commonly observed in adult dogs than in adult wolves, like tail-chasing. A sequence showing a Border Collie whirling round and round in mad circles after its own tail came onto the screen, and Inuyasha watched, fascinated.
Mmm. Tail-chasing. Of course he'd seen dogs do it before, but it looked particularly good on the television screen, and an activity like that would probably be fun on a day such as this.
Except that Inuyasha didn't have a tail.
Sesshomaru did, in his dog shape, but the hanyou didn't remember ever seeing his brother chase his own tail. Damn. If only he had a tail.
Ahhh… but he did have the mokomoko…
With that idea fresh in his head, Inuyasha sprang to his feet, curled his brother's fur round and round and round himself until he looked like a puffy yeti, leaving only about two feet of one end trailing. Then, with a bit of difficulty because the rolls of fur made him feel so fat, he got down on all fours and started jumping around in a tight circle, picking up momentum till the mokomoko's loose end started to fly towards his face.
Snap! Snap! Bite! Snap! Nip! Crunch!
Ooh! Just managed to get a tiny mouthful of fur! Spit! Spit!
Snap! Bite!
A little more fur! *ptooi!* Cough, cough, spit!
Gee, this was fun!
Snap! Bite! Snap!
***
Sesshomaru ended the call at last, feeling rather annoyed about having taken it at all. Such a small matter it turned out to be in the end. Was it really necessary to bother him with it, and take him away for half-an-hour from Inuyasha, who looked so cuddly when he was sleeping curled up in his alpha's fur?
The lad had only just agreed to come home a week ago, after more than ten days on the run as a consequence of their last two spats. To lure him home, Sesshomaru had promised to grow a sense of humour, and had in turn extracted from Inuyasha a promise to behave in a slightly more grown-up way.
Hmm, but the boy did look so perfectly, childishly cute while asleep.
Sesshomaru moved quietly towards the living area, carefully opening the door leading out from the room he used as an office at home, hoping not to wake Inuyasha up. But when he opened the door a crack, he saw that Inuyasha was already wide awake. In fact, he was more than wide awake. He was prancing on all fours in a circle. Snapping. At. The. Mokomoko.
SNAPPING at MOKOMOKO-SAMA.
Sesshomaru threw the door open and stood in the doorway, glaring at Inuyasha, who spotted him mid-turn and froze there on the floor like a giant snowball, with one end of the mokomoko in his jaws.
"Ohflook I'f caughffft ift atf laft!" was the triumphant, incomprehensible babble from the hanyou's fur-filled mouth – an excited cry which only left more drool on the mokomoko.
"What in the name of all the kami still in existence are you doing with my fur?" Sesshomaru demanded.
"Pthooi!" was what Inuyasha said next as he spat the fur out in a hurry so that he could talk properly. "Uhm… I was… chasing it…?"
"With your mouth?" Sesshomaru asked. "Snapping at my fur and biting it and leaving saliva all over it and then spitting it out?"
"Well, I…" Inuyasha began, ears drooping. "I was… trying to find out what it was like to have a tail to chase."
The hanyou looked so pouty, and his ears went down so much, that Sesshomaru relented in record time. He walked up to Inuyasha, sniffed at the drool-slathered end of his fur, and remarked: "I suppose you would wonder about that, as you've never taken a full dog form."
"It's not fair," Inuyasha grumbled. "You get to be a dog, tail and all, whenever you like."
"Mmm," Sesshomaru considered the matter. "Maybe I could put one of those dildos up you with a horse tail attached to it or something…"
"Hey, no more weird stuff up my butt!" Inuyasha objected. "Remember the devil of a time we had getting that bloody sake bottle out of my arse back in 1890?"
"All right, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru sighed. "I'll let you use the mokomoko whenever you feel an urge to chase a fake tail, although why you would ever feel that urge baffles me."
"Haven't you ever chased your tail?" Inuyasha asked curiously, unwrapping the fur.
"Of course not. What an undignified thing to do."
"Not even when you were a puppy?"
"No."
"But if you've never tried it, how would you know?" Inuyasha persisted.
"It simply isn't the kind of thing that would appeal to me."
"But you've never tried!"
"There's no need for me to try kissing Koga's ass for me to be very sure that I won't like it."
"Well that goes without saying – we're talking about Koga's butt here. Blech. Tail-chasing's something else. Come on, give it a bash. Right here. The living room's just about big enough for you to make a tight circle if we move the furniture out of the way."
"Hmm, it might just hold my dog form."
"Okay, we're on! Let's shift the furniture into the rooms!"
They lifted the coffee table, sofa, armchairs, television set, sound system, the massive boulder which sat in the corner ostensibly as a conversation piece but which was actually their claw-sharpener, the expensive ornaments, the bookshelves, the spare dining table set and all the other breakable furnishings into the bedrooms with ease as their demon strength made it a breeze. Then they put strong magic spells on the walls, windows and doors so that Sesshomaru's whirling around wouldn't blow the penthouse to pieces like a shack torn apart by a hurricane.
Sesshomaru took his fur back from Inuyasha and draped it around his shoulders, and the mokomoko transformed into the ruff that adorned his enormous neck when he morphed into his dog shape. In that form, he was a massive thing larger than any other furry living mammal that still walked the face of the earth.
"Go on, try it!" Inuyasha called up to him from a safe corner of the room.
Very well, but I'm sure I won't like it, came Sesshomaru's growly reply in his inu tongue.
The great white dog started to turn, and turn, and turn, till his feathery tail was flying in the breeze, then he began in earnest to try and catch it. But try and try as he might, the tip of that fluffy appendage remained maddeningly just out of reach.
He stopped abruptly, huffed, and stated: This is stupid.
"Ha! You don't like it only because you can't do it, can you?" Inuyasha snorted. "Catching your tail while prancing around isn't quite the same as lying down and nibbling it while grooming, huh?"
Of course I can do it, Sesshomaru growled stiffly.
"Go on, then!"
"Grrrr," came the reply, followed by another round of such determined tail-chasing that it felt like a tornado was being whipped up right there on the spot.
SNAP! BITE! SNAP! LUNGE! went the taiyoukai, while the tail danced away tantalisingly, inches from his nose.
"Come on!" Inuyasha cheered him on. "You just need to master the technique!"
SNAP! BITE! SNAP! LUNGE! Sesshomaru went again, but the elusive tail refused to be caught.
When Inuyasha started getting giddy from watching him spin, and breathless at the same time from trying not to kill himself laughing, he finally gasped: "Okay, okay, stop already! Just accept that you can't do it!"
I – refuse – to – give – up – because – there – is – nothing – I – cannot – do! Sesshomaru panted back in a temper, without losing his focus on the tail.
"Look, some dogs never succeed in catching their tails, so give it up!" Inuyasha called, laughing so hard at the ridiculous sight before him that his stomach hurt.
No.
"Oh, come on – maybe your tail's just too short, or your body's too short, or… look, maybe I can get a better feel of it if I'm chasing it with you. Just keep going – I'll jump up onto your head."
Inuyasha took a carefully timed leap and sprang into the top of Sesshomaru's head while he continued to whirl round and round. Crawling so that he was stretched out over the top of his great head and his muzzle, Inuyasha began snapping at the tail himself.
"Arch your body a bit more – you're obviously getting too fat in these comfortable times to be flexible – come on, come on – almost there! One more lunge!"
SNAP!
With a determined curve of his great body, Sesshomaru finally closed his mouth over the tip of his tail, taking care not to bite down hard. At the same moment, Inuyasha also chomped down on a mouthful of tail hairs.
"Fwoopee! Fyou fdid if!" the hanyou said gleefully.
Very well, but now what? Sesshomaru growled.
"What do you mean now what?" Inuyasha asked, releasing the mouthful of hair.
Now what that I've caught my tail?
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure what dogs are supposed to do after they've caught their tails."
Sesshomaru transformed so quickly back into his two-legged shape that Inuyasha was left to fall through empty air onto the floor, landing on his backside with a thump.
"Hey! Ouch! Did you have to do that?" he protested, rubbing his bum.
"All that chasing, and you didn't know what I was supposed to do after catching the tail?" Sesshomaru demanded.
"Well, the documentary said that it's mostly juveniles who chase tails, and adults don't usually do it unless they're just playing, so there's no serious aim to it."
"I went through all that for no serious purpose?"
"No, no! There was some stuff I read a while back about the serious side of tail-chasing… uhm… oh yeah, now I remember! It was some news article saying that when adult dogs chase their tails obsessively, it could be a sign of emotional problems like anxiety or frustration –"
"I am neither anxious nor frustrated, which undoubtedly explains why I have never felt the need to chase my own tail before this."
"Or that they feel confined or trapped."
"I do not feel confined or trapped. We have obviously carried out this exercise to no end as it is clearly not a reflection of my mental and emotional state."
"It wasn't just about mental and emotional states. Adults who keep chasing their tails may also have fleas –"
"Which I do not," Sesshomaru stated irritably.
"– or they may have itchy anal glands, or high cholesterol levels… hey… maybe that's it – your sudden and newfound determination to catch your tail may be a sign of blocked anal glands, cos you can be really anal retentive at times – and the high cholesterol level makes sense too, after all that pickled dragon liver your mother's been feeding you. I mean, come on, you were obviously too plump to make a nice tight circle to really nip the tip of that fluffy tail. Getting a bit chubby round the ribs, huh?" Inuyasha guffawed.
"I am not getting chubby. You were the one who started me on that tail-chasing nonsense, not my cholesterol level, anal glands, or fleas!" Sesshomaru barked.
"Oh, stop glaring at me like that! You promised to grow a sense of humour!"
"How about if I grow a sense of humour while you grow your own tail, little brother?" the taiyoukai said with an evil smile.
"Erm… hey… just chill, Sesshomaru," Inuyasha murmured, backing away as he realised that it was time to prepare for another all-out battle to literally save his ass.
"You should have a delicious tail to go with those puppy ears of yours," Sesshomaru remarked.
"Hands off me, you fat, anal-retentive, flea-bitten dog!" Inuyasha yelped. "There will be NO fake tails jammed into this ass!"
"Where did we put that old sake bottle now…?"
Inuyasha turned tail and fled.
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