In a small village home to only a small handful of residents, two felines were preparing for a particularly special day for a close friend...well, close was perhaps a bit of a subjective word. Neither of them were particularly good friends with Digby, the Mayor’s assistant’s brother, but he was prominent enough in the community that the collective residents of Solarview had decided he needed a proper celebration for his birthday...and with the more energetic and organised amongst them planning the party, who better to make the cake than the two laziest cats in the whole village?

“Does the batter look right?” The first of them, a purple feline by the name of Bob, leant over the sleek countertop and peered down into the goop of the cake batter in the mixing bowl, watching as the other rigorously stirred the batter with a spoon, something he probably shouldn’t be doing-- but, neither of them were bakers.

“I mean...yeah? Looks okay to me. Isn’t batter meant to be goopy?” The other, a two-tone feline whose fur changed colour horizontally right across his eye line, tilted his head and lifted the spoon, watching the batter billow and dribble back down onto the rest. It was a dark brown consistency, mostly because it was meant to be chocolate, to match Digby’s fur colour. Both of them thought it’d be a cute idea.

“Alright...” Bob turned and grabbed the cake tins from another counter, ignoring the several dirty mixing bowls in the sink from when they’d tried and failed multiple times to make the correct batter. It wasn’t that neither of them knew how to make a cake, just that they were a little lazy with the measurements. He turned back to the counter and placed them on top of a messy dusting of flour, spreading out two of them evenly so that the other cat, Punchy, could get them poured into.

“This is going to turn out so good,” Punchy insisted with his perpetually lidded eyes as he lifted the bowl and poured some over into the two tins, trying to get equal measure in both, before he greedily slid a finger along the inside of the mixing bowl. “It sure smells good already.”

Before Punchy could bring the digit to his lips, Bob grabbed onto his wrist and leaned in, opening his mouth. His purple lips wrapped around the digit and plunged, his tongue rolling around and slurping up the batter with a lidded gaze and amused smirk. Punchy watched him for a moment, his smile growing wider, before he slowly withdrew his finger from Bob’s mouth with a wet smack and a pop.

“How’s it taste?” Punchy asked, leaning in slightly, and Bob thought about it for a moment, averting his gaze as he rolled his tongue around inside his own mouth. After a few moments, he reached a hand down to scoop up a bit of batter of his own from the bowl, having to scoop to a degree, before he brought it back to his own mouth. He sucked on his finger, quickly and easily, but he didn’t swallow.

“Here, try it for yourself.” Bob murmured, and he didn’t hesitate to lean in, brushing his lips with Punchy’s own. It was a bold move, but the other cat was receptive; he opened his mouth and the two of them exchanged a quick, deeply intimate kiss. Tongues roamed as Punchy delved his tongue in and tasted the batter for himself on Bob’s tongue. He tilted his head, as Bob did the same, and the two of them pressed up against each other, humming and moaning their approval, before Bob pulled back, and Punchy did in kind.

“Mm...tastes pretty good.” The black and white feline murmured, his eyes darting down. Between the two of them, their cocks, exposed to the air thanks to their typically bottomless lifestyle in Solarview, twitched and smeared against each other, the heads of their cocks nudging and sliding to the side. It was no secret to most of the residents of Solarview that Bob and Punchy were an item; Lazy cats tended to go well together, though they weren’t really dating one another, just enjoying their company.

The two of them hovered there for a moment, clearly wanting more, before Punchy turned away to grab one of the tins, holding it in one hand as he took it towards the oven. He opened it with the other and slid it inside, quickly going to grab the other, before closing the oven shut. 

“30 minutes...” Punchy remarked, punching it down on a timer. “Now what?”

“Buttercream. I think. We should make it before it’s cooked.” Bob looked down at the book in front of him, riffling through the pages. Bob was a sibling to several others, and could vaguely remember the times his Mom would rifle through recipes to make them dinner or bake cakes-- he got it from her.

“I’ve got no idea how to make that.”

“Confectioner’s sugar and butter. We can put some vanilla extract in there, too.”

“Easy.” Punchy grabbed another bowl from the counter, one of the last clean ones, before bringing it back to where they had spent most of the day. Bob swiftly brought over the sugar and then bent over into the fridge to acquire the butter, giving Punchy a brief look at something he’d been eyeing up most of the day. His gaze raked across Bob’s purple-furred behind, admiring the way it jiggled, a little plump but not too much, before the feline straightened up and brought the butter over.

“I think it’s meant to be softened at room temperature...” Bob shrugged. “Oh well.”

With that, he dropped it into the bowl, and Punchy looked over at the recipe book before eye-balling the measurement of sugar-- he should have been exact, but neither of them was that methodical enough to do it properly. The only reason they’d done so for the cake was their dwindling supplies and Bob inevitably focusing enough to actually do it. The black and white feline dragged the bowl over and under the mixer, locking it into place before turning it on. A loud whirring covered up most of everything else as it started to mix the two ingredients together.

“Mmh. Just like that.” Bob murmured, coming up to Punchy’s back and leaning over his form, tilting his head to the side so he could reach over and carefully pour a couple of drops of a clear brown liquid into the bowl, where it was quickly scooped up and mixed with the rest. Punchy quietly noted the weight of a mass pushing against the small of his back and smirked to himself.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Punchy asked, deliberately pushing his behind back as he spoke, which in turn made Bob roll his hips forward, encouraged by his actions. The purple feline purred, tail swishing to and fro, and his hands looped around Punchy’s front, sneaking underneath his shirt and up to his stomach.

“Couple of minutes,” Bob explained. “That’s enough time, right?”

Punchy smirked, licking his lips, and he pushed his behind back again-- this time, however, Bob didn’t grind up against him, but instead slid back as well, enough for his amply-sized erection, purple and throbbing, to drag and slid down towards the feline’s dark-furred cheeks, even darker in between. Bob’s hands eagerly spread one of the cheeks for a moment, fingers digging into the soft flesh, before the head of his cock managed to slip down far enough to snugly fit in between the cheeks. Bob groaned, his normally lidded eyes briefly closing further as he pressed forwards, nudging the tip of his length towards the taut hole, before he slid his hips back, just for a moment. Punchy grunted from the sensation of it, but from the way he pushed his behind back against the purple feline’s length, it was something he clearly wanted too.

“You sure we can’t add something a little extra to this?” Bob asked quietly, one of his hands drifting down from Punchy’s white-furred chest and down to the darker fur of his crotch area, where his hand wrapped around the turgid throbbing shaft of his friend’s cock. It bounced upwards, as if resisting his touch, but Punchy melted into Bob’s grasp and sighed with bliss as pleasure danced up his spine.

Bob dragged his hand back as he pushed his hips forward, smearing that taut pucker with the tip of his member again, but this time the muscles loosened and invited him in, briefly clenching before they swallowed up the head of it and clasping around every intruding inch. The black and white feline arched his back and hummed his approval as the purple cat’s fingers dragged all the way to the base of Punchy’s cock, squeezing digits around the pulsing veins, before he loosely slipped up all the way to the tip. The glans, lacking a foreskin of any kind, swelled with eager need when Bob’s fingers deliberately dragged across the pronounced edge, before his digits trailed up to the tip, smearing around the translucent fluid of pre-cum. He lifted his finger, the fluid hanging between his digit and the tiny hole, before he curled his index finger inwards and pursed it around the tip, sliding down and shoving the head of the cock through the circular-ish gap he’d made, dragging his hand down to the base and spreading the pre-cum all the way down the length.

Punchy hung his head for a moment, his eyes tracing over the mixture in the bowl in front of him as Bob sunk his cock a little deeper, pressing in inch by inch until he was around halfway inside, whilst his hand lewdly groped, stroked and pumped the other feline’s cock. With each delicate push forwards, Punchy’s insides squeezed and then reflexively loosened to accommodate him further, whilst his cock throbbed and surged with each stroke, his body stimulated from both ends. The sighs that escaped him were like music to Bob’s ears; he relished hearing the feline groan, and loved it even more when he could physically feel how much Punchy was enjoying it.

“Hnn-- wait, wait.” Punchy suddenly spoke, sucking in a breath as he pushed his hips back, though not because he wanted to sink further onto Bob’s cock, but because he wanted to jerk his cock away from the feline’s stroking hands. Bob knew there was only one reason for that, but he let his lust take the wheel at that moment, pushing his hips deeper in response to Punchy’s movements. He sighed with relief when his stomach bumped with the black and white cat’s back, and buried his head up to Punchy’s side, nuzzling against his cheek.

“What’s the matter?” Bob asked quietly.

“I’m gonna cum, obviously. It’s too soon.” Punchy complained, though part of him was irked; he was prone to taking the lead often, thanks mostly to his namesake that inferred a certain level of bravado, not out of violence but groggyness. Bob making him cum so quickly was just like the feline; he was lazy, but he had a teasing streak.

“That’s no fun...” Bob complained, though he did so with a smile. “How’s the buttercream coming along?”

“Done...?” Punchy looked down into the bowl and reached up to turn off the mixer, right as Bob withdrew his hand from his cock, doing as he asked. The mixer came to a stop and Punchy, with the other feline’s cock still inside him, popped the bowl free from the housing and dragged it in front of him, taking a clean spoon and smearing the mixture around. It was thick and held its shape when messed with, and Punchy couldn’t resist dipping a finger onto the side of the bowl, scooping at a piece of it to taste. He stuck his finger into his mouth and suckled, his pupils dilating as sugar and vanilla hit his tongue.

“Is it good?” Bob asked, and Punchy’s hum of enjoyment was all the answer he needed-- hell, even the feline’s innards throbbed and squeezed as Punchy wriggled with delight from the sweet taste, which only encouraged Bob to push his hips forward and knead into him, albeit only a little, before he slowly slid his body back. He brought himself to about halfway before he tugged a little more firmly, and with a wet pop his cock slipped free from the other’s hole, bouncing free in the air, slick with pre-cum.

“Let me try.” Bob leant over, taking a scoop for himself, and licked his finger to taste. “Oh wow. It’s good.”

“Fuck yeah.” Punchy murmured, his eyes hungrily taking in the contents of the bowl; if he had his own way, he’d eat the entire thing there and then. Bob grinded up behind him for a moment as he looked over towards the bowl, before he slid his hands down Punchy’s side and grasped firmly, twisting his hips. Punchy was momentarily confused, but he knew what being manhandled was like, and he turned on the spot, leaning back his back against the counter as Bob pushed up against his chest, toying with the buttons of the black and white cat’s plaid shirt.

“What are you doing, huh?” Punchy asked in a dark tone, a grin spreading across his face as the smirking purple cat shifted to the side, fingers scooping into the mixing bowl.

“I just want another taste...” The feline replied, holding the hand to the side as he drifted his body down, getting onto his knees. He brushed his mouth against the feline’s stomach, nuzzling himself into the soft fur beneath the plaid shift, before he travelled low down enough for his mouth to hover just above that twitching cock, his chin pressing down slightly as the member bounced up to smack against his chin and neck. He slipped his head to the side and, without even a moment of hesitation, brought his hand down with a wet, lewd smack.

Punchy stiffened, his eyes widening for just a brief moment before they lidded back over as Bob smeared his messy fingers up the length of the cock, all the way to the tip, spreading around a messy layer of vanilla buttercream that occasionally drooped and dripped to the floor. The stiffness of it helped it to retain the majority of its form as he smeared it along the top of the member like he were icing a cake, until all roughly 7 inches of the cat’s cock was layered with the stuff, with it even hanging on the end of his member, smeared around the edge of his glans and smothering the throbbing veins along the shaft. Bob glanced up at his friend, licking his lips with clear intent, before he opened his mouth and pursed his lips around the tip, his tongue darting out to scoop and lick the sugary substance as he plunged his mouth, sinking down an inch at a time.

Pleasurable, delightful sensations spread across Punchy’s crotch and made his cock throb wildly with desperate, eager need as Bob gulped, his throat bobbing-- pun intended-- as he swallowed down the butter and sugar mixture whilst he descended, taking deliberate care to mix the buttercream with the translucent pre-cum and spread it around the few inches of that cock inside his mouth every time. To Punchy, it was a little gritty-- the buttercream had been beaten quite a bit, but the sugar was still a little crystallized, even if granulated, and it could feel it rubbing against his tongue like sandpaper-- though, some of that could have been Bob’s tongue, even if he wasn’t as coarse as some other cats. Though there was some discomfort there from that, it also sent dizzying sparks of pleasure across Punchy’s body, which in turn encouraged him to thrust his hips forward as his cock slid deeper, the head of it meeting with the black of Bob’s fleshy throat. He nudged and pressed, pre-cum greedily oozing down into Bob’s throat as he swallowed, and the purple feline held onto his hips as he delved further and further, determined to not only take all of the cock, but to lick and suck it clean from the delicious cake filling.

The black and white cat couldn’t help but groan, already pent-up and close to cumming from earlier. The sheer heat and warmth around his cock and the sensations from Bob’s deliberately roaming tongue only brought him closer, making his breath hitch in his throat and his eyes close entirely, so that he could truly bask in the feel of it and nothing else. The aroma of the cake baking in the oven filled the air during their raunchy food-focused activity, and as Bob bowed all the way to Punchy’s pelvis, the feline kneaded his hips forward, thrusting into the purple cat’s mouth. Bob let out some noises, though not of complaint; his throat suctioned and he gagged, albeit slightly, as the cock plunged down into his throat and humped, using the tight canal like a fleshlight. Punchy’s hands reached down and cupped around Bob’s cheeks as he hunched over, huffing and humming with the growing need as his hips bucked, wet, noisy sounds coming from their lewd oral sex as he pumped his hips and swung his balls, grazing them against Bob’s chin.

“Nnf, yeah, I’m...f-fuck...!” Punchy would have stuck out his tongue in other instances, but the pleasure was so great that he actually bit down on his bottom lip as he pumped, feeling the ecstasy reach its peak. Bob dutifully stayed there, pressed submissively to Punchy’s crotch, as the black and white feline shoved and explosively climaxed-- he shuddered, groaning as his legs trembled, and thick powerful spurts from his cream and spit-covered cock shot straight down onto Bob’s throat, going all the way to his stomach before the feline could even swallow. Punchy’s cock swelled and pulsed with each rhythmic spurt, the feline’s throat flexing as his hands squeezed and massaged the other feline’s hips, dragging up and down. His digits grazed lovingly against the darker fur, claws teasing his flesh, as Punchy rocked out the last of his orgasm, his breathing beginning to slow and relax as all the tension in his muscles faded, in place of warm, delightful bliss.

He hovered there for a minute longer, relishing the warmth, before Bob’s hands tapping his hips brought him back to reality, and he dragged himself back, sliding until his cock suctioned free from that squeezing throat, a trail of off-white cum smearing across Bob’s tongue as he withdrew. Punchy looked down to Bob’s dishevelled fur and lidded gaze as he moved back enough for the tip of his cock to remain inside the feline’s mouth, and Bob looked up at him for a moment before plunging back down, taking it all the way to the base one last time, before he pulled back just as quick and relinquished his grip, his mouth cleared the end of his member and his head swinging back. He took in a deep breath and let out a tired sight as Punchy’s member, sagging slightly from its recent bust, pulsed in the air, slick with fluids but clean of all that sugary buttercream.

“You give the best head.” Punchy complimented him with a cocky grin, and Bob looked actually flushed for a moment as he looked to the side.

“Pthhpth.” The feline spat his usual catchphrase, wiping his mouth, before he straightened himself and pushed himself to his feet. “How long on the cake?”

“20 minutes, I think. Maybe.” Punchy hadn’t been looking at the time...not that it really mattered, since they set a timer. At hearing those words, Bob stepped closer, cupping around Punchy’s thighs with his hands.

“My turn now then, right?” He asked with a lick of his lips, and Punchy couldn’t deny him; it was only fair. With a grunt, the feline allowed himself to be lifted up and onto the counter as Bob aided in lifting him up. The counter top of Punchy’s house was the perfect height; he lifted his legs and what Bob was most excited to have for himself easily came into view.

Without another word, Bob grasped the base of his cock and angled it with one hand as he held onto one of Punchy’s legs with the other, and he unceremoniously thrust, spearing that dark entrance and plunging in a handful of inches, all the way up to halfway down his cock. He rolled his hips to get the rest in as Punchy’s innards clamped down instinctively, and as the black and white cat swung his head back, hissing through his gritted teeth as Bob cupped his hips and got himself into a more comfortable position.

There was a brief moment of pause as Bob let Punchy adjust, before he tugged back and pumped his hips, beginning a steady, slow rhythm. His hips pounded and pressed as fluids began to slicken up his movements, causing the noisy sounds of their fervent sex to bounce around the room, mixing in with the warm aroma of baking treats. Bob closed his eyes and panted with the exertion of  fucking his favourite feline as his balls swung, slapping into dark-furred cheeks, his pelvis meeting with firm slaps and plaps-- what was most delightful, however, was Punchy’s responses to be being so relentlessly fucked; he writhed, albeit only a little, and quivered with the sensation of it, a little overstimulated in from his recent climax. It was his moans that were music to Bob’s ears; the feline mewled and gasped with every other thrust, his groans of pleasure intertwined with the way his body squeezed and his muscles flexed, milking every invading inch.

Bob lifted his head and brought it to Punchy’s own, and for a moment he nudged at the feline, coaxing him into the right position, before he kissed him straight on the lips, passionately darting his tongue out and licking it against the feline’s own as he sped up, feeling his pleasure rising. He was getting close, that he knew, and it would only take a little more. Each thrust brought him there, his breath quickening, his chest heaving as the sensations grew more and more intense. His moans became heavier and lighter in pitch, his breathing sharp and irregular until, finally, it was all over.

With a sigh of imminent satisfaction and a shove of his hips, the purple cat shoved forwards and shuddered as he inevitably climaxed, having already worked himself close to it when he fucked the other feline earlier. Thick ample spurts of spunk shot deep into the other’s behind, spreading to his deepest crevices, and each fervent squirt and spasm sent more and more deeper, and his cock surged, stiffening with each convulsion. His balls tucked up against his purple body, his muscles clenching for just a moment or two before they loosened as the pleasure washed over him, his head rolling back as he pressed himself as deeply as he could, making sure to shoot his load as far in as possible. He hovered there for just a moment, letting Punchy feel the full size of it, before he slumped back, sliding back his hips as he greedily squeezed and groped around the other cat’s sides, showing affection in one of the few days he knew how.

“Mmh...wanna go again? I’ve still got plenty in me.” Bob purred, his lips brushing with Punchy’s own as he panted against his mouth, pulling his head back.

“But...” Punchy wanted to make a point about the cake, but he instead just grinned. “Fuck it.”

By the time the two of them were done, Dibgy’s cake was burned, and they had to start all over again...but at least they had a more fun use for all that buttercream they’d made. One way or another, none of it ended up on the cake, and they had to make another batch...