A doodle of two characters I came up. I've written a couple dorky stories about them, might draw more. I don't know.

Marianne Balvadere

- Age: 37
- Species: Human
- Occupation: Lieutenant Colonel, US army
- Fetishes: Younger men, tickle torture, anthros.
- Personality: Tough, smart, confident, keeps her kinky side hidden.

Fletcher Grey

- Age: 23
- Species: Dalmatian
- Occupation: Firefighter, Washington D.C.
- Fetishes: Older women, humans
- Personality: Brave and hardworking, but surprisingly shy and sensitive.

Fletcher was shy and quiet – unusual qualities for a fireman, but he was still young and inexperienced. He wasn’t into really kinky stuff and hated being tickled, but one month, he really needed extra money because his car was wrecked, and he responded to a Craigslist ad. He DID have a bit of an attraction to older women, particularly human ones, so he swallowed his pride/fear and replied to the “Local Cougar Needs Tickle Torture Pet” ad. He arrived at the big house, nervous as hell, but when Marianne opened the door and flashed a smile at him, he was smitten. Before their tickle session, they got to know one another, and to Fletcher’s surprise, they really hit it off. The two had a surprising amount in common, and he found himself genuinely crushing on the colonel. Soon, she took him up to her room and they got started. He pleaded with her to be gentle, but Marianne just kept tickling and tickling and tickling, giggling and teasing mercilessly until Fletcher was totally out of breath. To both of their surprise, when it was all over, Fletcher told her he wanted revenge. He couldn’t believe what he was saying, but he sort of wanted to touch her. Taken aback, disliking being tortured but liking her toy’s attitude, Marianne stripped and was tied down, and the Dalmatian firefighter tickle-tortured her until she was crying from laughing. And before they knew it, the two of them had slept together. Fletcher actually had to hide upstairs and sneak out after Marianne’s son got home from school. Unsurprisingly, Marianne asked him to come back, and pretty soon, the two were legitimately dating…no hiding, paying money, Craigslist ads or anything.

By the way, because I know what you're all thinking: No, Fletcher is not supposed to be me. Not a fursona. Our names are similar, yes, but it's coincidental. I came up with him first.