It was a gorgeous day in O-Town.  The sun was bright in the sky, casting the city in a comfortable warmth that was welcome after enduring the chilly winter months.  A gentle breeze blew, making it the perfect weather for gardening.  In the yard behind Fiona’s house, she and Rocko had been at work for the better part of the morning.  The lovely perennial flowers in her garden had already begun to bloom, and with them, a lot of weeds.  As they worked on ridding the garden of the undesirable plants, Fiona had been happy to identify any of the flowers they came across so that Rocko didn’t accidentally uproot something special.  He had gotten a pretty good hang of what he was looking for until he came across an odd-looking plant.

“What’s this one?”

Fiona’s attention turned towards the one Rocko was pointing at.  It had a waxy stem and large bulb that didn’t resemble anything else in the garden.

“Hm…  I’m not really sure.  That’s not any of my flowers,” she said after inspecting it.  “It’s probably a weed.  Go ahead and pull it up.”

Rocko pulled on it as she went back to her work.  Much to his surprise, the weed didn’t come up.  He tried again, a little harder, but it still didn’t budge.  At that point, he stood up, digging his heels into the ground as he tugged with all his strength.

“Fi…” he grumbled through his game of tug-of-war with the earth.  “Little… help…”

“Hm?”

She turned around to face him, catching his body slanted backwards as he attempted to use all his weight to uproot the stubborn plant.  After a giggle, she got up and walked over to stand behind him.  Reaching around, she placed her fists on either side of his to join the struggle.  They tugged again together.  It eventually came up, knocking them both on their behinds.  As it did, the bulb on the end opened up to a purple and yellow blossom that sprayed a fine powder directly onto their faces.  The assault of the thick pollen on their senses left them coughing and sneezing.

“Eugh, yep.  That’s it.  I think I’ve about had enough of landscaping business for today,” Fiona said as she stood up and brushed herself off.  She offered a hand to help Rocko up off his tail.

“I can finish up out here,” he said.  He looked around at the garden.  They’d made a lot of progress today, and he hated to leave the job unfinished this close to the end.  “There’s really not much left to do.  I can handle it.”

“You sure?” she asked while pulling her gloves off.  He nodded without sparing it a thought.  With a smile, she patted his head, lovingly brushing his ears back.  “Well, in that case, I’ll make sure there’s some ice-cold lemonade waiting on you when you’re done.  Thank you, Rock.”

She leaned down to kiss his forehead before sauntering off, which rendered him paralyzed in place with a goofy grin and hearts in his eyes.  The feeling of her lips on his head lingered even after she’d made her way back into the house.  He eventually shook himself out of his reverie and returned to pulling the last of the weeds with renewed vigor.

The air soon grew hotter and felt far too muggy for a day that had been pleasant up until that point.  Rocko sat back and fanned himself when it began to get uncomfortable.  He was keenly aware that his fur was damp when he wiped sweat from his brow.  His shirt began to cling to his body and when he looked down, he noticed it was also soaked with perspiration.  All of a sudden, it felt like his head was swimming.

“Blazes,” he muttered, holding his head in his hands.  “Maybe I could use some of that lemonade…”

He managed to get up to his feet, then lugged his body to the back door.  The cool air that graced him felt amazing when he first set foot inside of the kitchen, but was painfully short-lived.  There was something in the air; a scent that made his head feel even lighter than before.  With it, that unbearable heat washed over him again.  He felt it all over, but it seemed to manifest in the pit of his abdomen.  It made him feel itchy, but not like he had hives.  Maybe prickly was a better word, yet even that didn’t full encompass this foreign sensation that had overcome him.  Disoriented, he glanced around to find that Fiona was nowhere in sight.  There was instead an empty pitcher on the counter and lemons sitting beside it.

“Fi?” he called out.  “Fiona?”

Rocko wandered deeper into the house when he didn’t hear her respond.  The smell started getting headier with every step.  When he stood at the foot of the stairs, he could hear the sound of the shower running in her master bath.  His feet carried him up, right into her bedroom, and he was soon stopped outside her cracked door to her bathroom.  Hand clutched onto the door frame as the scent nearly brought him to his knees now.

“F-Fiona?”

Her name came out as a strained inquiry; one she did not respond to despite the fact that he heard pitiful noises coming from her inside of there.  The door was pushed opened before he could bring himself to ask permission, and his clothes joined hers in a heap just as quick.  When the glass door to the shower slid back, he found her on her knees under the icy spray of water, with her hand frantically rubbing between her legs.  Pained and further roused by the sound of his lover’s whines, he stepped into the frigid shower with Fiona.  His arms wrapped around her, and the erection that he hadn’t even realized he had slipped right into her molten snatch.  Her back was soon flat on the shower floor and her ankles linked above his tail.

“Rockooo,” she mewled as he began thrusting into her.  “Why’s it so hot?”

Breathless and distracted, he shook his head.  He was far too busy chasing relief to form an intelligent response.