Justin held his breath, listening to the lawn-mower across the street. He peeked around the corner of the house, watching as the mower turned their bend and faced away from him. He took his chance, and dashed from his spot to the house just a few feet away, huddling and snapping his back against the corner as fast as he could.
	Three more gaps to go.
	It was Monday, but a student-holiday. One might expect that the kids would wake up and immediately go to The Colonel's. While they would eventually find their way to the den, they used holidays as “break days,” even from one another. It was a day where they could be by themselves, to do what they wanted in their own home.
	But, today, the wolf pup and rabbit doe had different plans. Plans that the others knew of, but did not know any of the specific details.
	There was still a chance that their plans would not come to fruition. Because of that, and because of his need to stealthily dart from house to house, adrenaline and excitement swelled in his blood—which kept a certain other part of him very much flaccid.
	The sneaking was just a measure. They didn't want to arouse any kind of suspicion, or have a neighbor comment to anyone; “Oh, yeah, I saw that boy walk into your house the other day...”
	If anyone caught him slithering about, that was easy enough to explain away: they were playing Manhunt.
	Still, not being spotted was optimal, and as he dove behind the house of his destination, with his heart hammering in his chest, he felt like he managed to avoid it.
	He crawled on hands and knees between the fence and the back of the house, closer to the house. A lizard scurried across the grass, disturbed by his presence. He halted underneath a window, one of the few houses that had one in the back. It mainly served for ventilation purposes to this model of house, given that it opened up to the view of the fence just a few feet away.
	He reached up, and gently tapped on the window three times. He waited, and began counting in his head. After counting out a minute, he repeated the action.
	He tensed for another moment. This was the moment of truth. If he didn't get an answer within a few more minutes, or if he heard tapping in return, he was going to have to repeat his stealthy slither back home—disappointed.
	But to his ears, and to a leap in his heart, he heard the lock on the window snap, and the squeak as it was tilted out.
	”Justy?” Came her whisper.
	”Ashy,” he replied, standing up a little. He peeked in, but she was squatting, too. Their eyes met.
	”Okay... uhm...” She batted the curtain aside as it threatened to caress her. “C—count to a hundred, then meet me in my room, okay?”
	He nodded.
	”Don't peek,” she warned, and pulled the window closed.
	He ducked, and saw the curtains close just to enforce her words. He began to count.
	One... two... three... four...
	It was the most aggravating thing to do. He wanted to just barge right in, but he knew she had a reason. He was even there to witness—by hearing—the lawn-mower sputter as it was shut down.
	Like holding his breath, he began to get light-headed the closer he got to the magic number. “One hundred,” he said aloud, and immediately felt his gut pitch. Idiot.
	He stood up, and looked about. No one was around; no one had come to investigate. Facing the window, he slowly opened it. He wasn't expecting the climb in to be as awkward as it was, for the window wasn't that high up. But getting through one leg a time was not fun when his body was beginning to acquire a certain rigidity.
	His foot touched the tile floor.
	He was in the kitchen, facing the dining room and the other window that helped create a circulation if both were opened. He kicked off his sandals, and carried them by the thongs as he padded over to her room.
	If anyone who knew Ashly for about an hour was asked to guess what her room looked like, they would probably all be pretty close to each other: pink, stuffed animals everywhere, maybe a vanity. Things like that. But, those who were close to the girl would laugh their heads off.
	Firstly, the walls of her room were a soft green.
	She did have a few stuffed animals: one was a white bunny, whose name was Soot; another was a Cubone, whose name was Wilt; and the third was a large Black Widow spider, whose name was Anansi.
	While she had a full mirror, it was on the door of her closet, currently closed; the vanity was in the bathroom down the hall.
	No one would ever guess Samus. Posters, figurines, models, Lego kits, and all sorts of memorabilia; all sprinkled throughout her room. All revolving around the bounty hunter who was orphaned from her home on K-2L.
	He dropped his sandals near the door, stepping onto the peach-colored carpet.
	The room was empty of its owner. The bed was made, and it almost all seemed like nothing was out of place. Except for the balled-up G-String upon on the red comforter.
	The wolf pup peeled off the light t-shirt and jersey-shorts he had worn, leaving him in his briefs. His underwear was prominently tented, and at first he intended to have it stay that way when she walked in, until he spotted the black underwear on the bed.
	He unbundled them, looking them over. They felt almost weightless, made of a very light material. He could see and feel there was a flowery print on them, where the material was a bit thicker. But what surprised him the most was that, as he had his hand behind the triangle that would cover her mound, he could see bits of his palm behind the thinner parts of the fabric.
	He brought them to his nose, stretching out the crotch that covered her intimate folds. To his delight, he smelled her perfume, and his fingertips found the fabric to be quite damp. They had been freshly worn and stripped.
	His earlier idea forgotten, he peeled his briefs down his legs, and wrapped the garments about his girth. He began to gently caress his flesh with the soft fabric, almost wondering if he might tear it if he were too rough.
	He had taken some of the pills before he left—one the night before, and one just a little while ago. His pre began to leak. Without the supplements, it would have been thinner and there would have been only a little bit. But, thanks to the little sperm-shaped pills, his pre was almost as musky and thick as his semen.
	”Having fun my undies?”
	He tensed, feeling exposed. He turned, her garments still clutched about his girth, to face her. Then, he looked her up and down, eye-lids wide and lips ajar.
	The nightie she wore left nothing to his imagination—even though he didn't need it. It was black, matching the underwear, and also had that flowery print incorporated into it. The print covered up some of her body, but he could still see almost right through most of it, other than it colored her fur to be a satiny-gray.
	There was a black seam that ran across the chest area to help keep her nipples modest, however she wore it in such a way that her areola peeked through the translucent fabric. The underwear no doubt was meant to keep her modest about the waist, for without them her immature mound was almost plain as day, and her nethers even peeked out from underneath the hem of the gown, for merely draped loosely about her waistline.
	”Like it?” She asked, standing with her hands behind her back. She pushed her pelvis forward a bit, so that the hem lifted that much higher, teasing more of her downy-furred groin. “I've been saving it 'specially for you.”
	”It's... see-through,” was all he managed to say.
	She giggled, swiveling a little. “Uh-huh.” She replied. “And it's so comfy. It's very breathable,” she said, doing a bit of a twirl so that her waist and rump flashed him, “it's like I'm not wearing anything at all! Even with the undies, they barely cover anything.”
	He meekly took the mentioned garments off of his puphood as she walked closer to him, holding them up for her to retrieve. “Um... sorry,” he said, when she unfurled them and he saw that they had white, sticky streaks of his pre.
	She smiled. “It's okay,” she replied, giving them a quick whiff. “You took the pills again, huh?” She asked. When he nodded, she let the underwear fall to the floor, and lifted up the front of her nightie as she pressed against him in a hug. “I love you,” she cooed.
	”I love you, too,” his voice rumbled back softly.
	She giggled, kissing his cheek. “I know, I can feel it.” She backed away, her nightie clinging to it, as if it wanted to keep her revealed. “And I definitely wanna feel you loving my cutie, too.”
	He blushed, his puphood involuntarily twitching at her adorably sexy words.
	She glanced down, feeling her nightie tugged by his stiffness. “But, first thing's first,” she sighed. “My nightie's starting to get a little uncomfortable... Can you help?”
	”Sure,” he growled with a lustful grin, reaching for her hem. His hands were batted, and he looked up with a bit of surprise.
	”There's an easier way, silly,” she said, shaking her head. “Just pull the straps down,” she instructed, tugging one of the spaghetti-string straps that loosely held the lingerie to her body. She then held her hands behind her back like she had earlier when presenting it to him.
	His fingers made quick, unceremonious work of them, first the left and then the right. With a little shimmy to help it fall, it dropped to form a puddle of forgotten fabric about her ankles, its purpose served.
	”I love seeing you naked,” he blurted, before even realizing it. He looked away, blushing and stammering, “I-I mean... U-uhm...”
	She giggled, reaching to grip his shaft. “Sweety,” she cooed. But then, her face took on a blush as well. “It's... it's just you and me. We don't have to be embarrassed with each other, or anything.”
	He touched her arm. “I'm just... I'm always a little embarrassed talking like that... Sometimes... I'm worried you'll think something I say is stupid... or weird...” he admitted.
	She wrinkled her nose at him. “This is, like, one of the few times you and I have to ourselves,” she reminded him. “I want to say, and do, lots of weird and stupid things,” she declared with sincerity. “Like...” she bit her lip, her blush getting deeper as she cradled his sac with the other hand. “I can't wait to tell you how much I love you when your big, thick, stiff, dick is snug inside my cutie, and your knot ties us together nice and tight, and your warm, gooey love gushes deep into my tummy.”
	He let out a shuddering breath at her words, his face burning and his pelvis twitching as he worked through the sudden rush of intense pleasure that her words drew from him. He groaned at the wonderful tickle of relief as a thick stream of pre dribbled out of his tip and onto her wrist.
	”See?” She smiled. “If it's so weird and stupid, why does it make us feel so...” She finished the thought with the only way she could express: a sensual groan.
	He kissed her, his left arm wrapping about her back to pull her flat chest to his, while his right hand snaked down, pressing and rubbing her folds. He throbbed as her stance widened, his fingers given open access to her downy-furred mound.
	Their kiss broke.
	”I love when you touch me,” she huskily said. “I wish you'd do it more. I don't care if I'm wearing something—just shove your hand in, or whatever.”
	”Most of the time you're not wearing much,” he told her.
	”Most of the time I want your dick stuck in me,” she told him back, giving it a squeeze.
	”My dick wants to get stuck your cutie all the time,” he countered, upping the ante.
	”Yeah, well—” She tried to come back with a response, but her aroused brain couldn't come up with one.
	He chuckled.
	”What's so funny?” She huffed.
	His chuckling subsided, and he kissed her cheek. “You've really changed... since we've started fucking,” he observed.
	She blinked, her eyelid twitching as she looked down. “Is that... good or bad?”
	”What do you mean?” He questioned, hand that had stroked her lower lips coming up to hold her into a hug.
	”It's... kinda hard... to act this way, sometimes...” She released his girth, holding him at the shoulders and looking into his eyes. “But, you like it... right?”
	He cocked his head, his ear twitching. His left hand trailed down her back, cupping her cotton-ball tail. He thought heavily about what he was about to say. “I... like... you,” he answered. “I don't want you to pretend to be all sexy and horny... just cuz you think I'll like you more if you act that way.”
	She hugged her cheek to his chest. “I'm not pretending,” she replied. “I just... It's... embarrassing, sometimes... Like, something I say will come out stupid... or weird...”
	He smiled. “Sweety,” he kissed her, using her own words against her. “I want to do and say all kinds of weird and stupid things with you.” He squeezed her when she shivered. “You like that, don't you?”
	”Mm-hmm,” she replied into his chest-fur.
	”So...” he pressed the small of her back inward, applying pressure to the warm flesh sandwich between them. “What kinda weird and stupid thing you wanna say or do next?”
	She let out a fluttery whimper from her throat. “Can we... c-cuddle... on my bed?” She requested.
	”Uh-huh,” he agreed, uncurling his arms.
	She pecked his cheek, letting go of him, and stepped around him to her bed. She leaned over to reach underneath the pillows to find the edge of the comforter. She glanced back when she felt his eyes watching her rear. She flicked her whiskers, finding the edge, and pulled the comforter off toward the foot. She pulled the sheet up, and it revealed a few large towels covering the mattress. She crawled onto the towels, sitting down on the far side. She patted the empty spot.
	He climbed in, leaning on his side to face her.
	She turned toward him, and reached for the sheets. She pulled them up, as if getting ready to get comfy for bed. She hesitated.
	He saw her bite her lip for a second. “Something wrong?”
	”Huh?” She flinched, “Oh... n-no, just...” She blushed, her ears swiveling back. “I've been... um... I c-cummed to imagining us... like this,” she admitted.
	”Oh,” he replied, genuinely struck with surprise. “I...” He blushed. “I hope... it's better than what you imagined...”
	She pulled the sheets up all the way, and he did the same for his side. She could only giggle with nervousness as their bodies were covered beneath the flowery pattern. “Too far away,” she pointed out.
	He scooted closer to her. While he did so, she met him halfway, their bodies bumped together. Without even consciously thinking, his arm snaked over her to hold her as their tummies pressing against one another. “I... like it when my dick is between us, like this,” he told her.
	She smiled back. “Me too,” she agreed. “It makes me all fluttery when I just feel it against my tummy,” she explained. “But... y'know where I like it even better?”
	”In your cutie?” He bluntly replied.
	She giggled. “Well, duh,” she agreed. “But... not yet... Right now I... Can I... put it where I want it?”
	He dug his fingers into her back, gently kneading the muscle. “You can put me wherever you want me, whenever you want,” he told her in a sultry growl.
	She let out a pleasant whimper, and reached between them. Her fingers found his warm flesh very easily, and she pointed him toward her, shimmying away and lifting her upturned knee a bit. She set him upon her relaxed thigh, and closed her other thigh around him. Reaching back behind her, she made small adjustments to his spot and with her legs, until he was firmly and snugly resting along her slit, held in place by her thighs. She had parted her folds in such a way that her outer petals gently hugged either side of his shaft.
	”Th-there,” she said, and threaded her arm beneath him.
	”You're right,” he agreed. “This is even better than where it was before.”
	She cooed. “It... feels kinda funny when you're so close and warm... but not actually inside,” she explained. “Like... sometimes, this makes it feel even better when you actually do go in.”
	”Yeah?” He asked with a grin. “What about this?” He started to gently move his hips back and forth.
	She let out a half-moan, half-mew, “N—not yet, please,” she requested.
	He stopped. “Sorry.”
	”No, it's okay, I love it,” she said hastily. “I just...” She draped her free arm over him and tried her best to squeeze him. “I just wanna be still and cuddle, for now.”
	He nodded, returning the hug with his one arm.
	They smiled at one another, dreamy-eyed. She went in for a kiss, opening her lips after a moment and licking his. When his muzzle parted, her tongue found its way inside. His groan vibrated her throat, sending tingles to her nipples and the nape of her neck.
	Between their lips, drool started to drip onto the pillow.
	He cupped her cotton-ball tail and squeezed, while she rubbed the base of his, occasionally holding and running her hand down its length as far as she could.
	She flexed and rubbed her thighs together gently, teasing their nestled privates with the slightest stimulations. Her gestures were responded to with pulses and surges that he sent to his stiffness. As their minutes-long kiss finally broke, she marveled at how he could make himself even stiffer and bigger for just a second or two at a time.
	She wished it could be that way all the time.
	”It's kinda funny,” he commented.
	She blinked, looking up at him, “What is?”
	”All the stuff that feels good happens when things go inside of things... like our tongues going into each other's mouths, and my dick going into your cutie...”
	She giggled. “And your cum into my tummy...” She felt a series of fluttery pulses against her splayed petals.
	”You're... saying that a lot,” he pointed out.
	She put on a mask of worry. “Should I... stop saying that?”
	”No-no,” he replied. “Just... I guess I know the part of fucking that you like the most,” he said with a light chuckle.
	She buried her muzzle into his armpit and let out a long whine. After exercising the feelings, she pulled out enough to speak, “It... it makes me feel... like... like a girl, y'know?” She tried to explain.
	”A girl?” He asked, with a raised brow.
	”Mm-hmm,” she bashfully hummed, her lips against his peck. “Like... don't you just feel like... a boy when your knot's all squeezed in and your tip is nudging through my suction-cup?” She suddenly felt a wave of warmth and moaned at her own words, her tunnel contracting.
	”Whoa...” he said, holding her tightly, feeling a small gush of her nectar dribble around his length. “What was that?”
	She smiled bashfully. “Just... saying it aloud made me all squeamy,” she explained, using the twins' word.
	He laid a peck on her forehead, sending another surge to his puphood to feel the warmth and dampness that he only now noticed had been accumulating since they started cuddling. “I guess... I know what you mean,” he finally replied. “But I also get the same kinda feeling when you cum and you're all wiggly and squeezy inside... and the way you moan...”
	She entertained him with one, her breath tickled over his heart.
	”Yeah...” He said, resting his muzzle into the spot between her ears. “I like,” he paused, changing the course of the conversation, “the fur between your legs. It's... really soft and smooth... I can kinda feel it on the base of my dick, right now.”
	She giggled. “Yours is all rough and scraggly,” she compared.
	”S—sorry,” he said with disappointment.
	She gasped. “Ack! I didn't mean it like that,” she assured. “I love your fur! It tickles my clitty sometimes, and it feels really good when you're humping me.”
	He pursed his lips.
	She started to grind along his shaft. “It's... tickling it right now, in fact,” she told him. She sighed. “Are you getting tired of cuddling?” She asked, coming rhetorically from her.
	”Huh-uh,” he replied. “We can cuddle as long as you want,” he reassured.
	She let out a thoughtful hum. “I wanna cuddle all day, but we can't... not if we wanna... do other things...”
	”Like what?” He asked, bumping his nose to hers.
	She giggled. “I wanna... hold off on that till last,” she informed.
	”Okay, well whaddaya wanna do in the meantime?”
	”I'm thinking!” She said, mocking frustration.
	”How about...” He said, feeling a little nervous about bringing something up. “Want... a nakie-massage?” His suggestion was met with a squeal and lots of squirming. “Okay, okay,” he chuckled. There was a moment's stillness. “You're...gonna hafta let me go...”
	She whimpered, her thighs squeezing him tightly with reluctance, But, at last, she parted them enough so he could pull away. To her delight, and sexual frustration, he pulled away such that his whole length dragged along her petals.
	”Wow,” he muttered, sitting in a raised kneel, his puphood prominently sticking out. “My dick is soaked,” he pointed out.
	She blushed. “S—sorry,” was all she could say.
	”Huh-uh,” he admonished. “Your cutie was just getting it nice and slippery cuz it was hoping I'd go inside,” he explained. “My dick doesn't mind it,” he reassured, making it twitch as if it had a mind of its own.
	She giggled. “But your dick kinda does the same thing,” she said, sitting up to touch her fingertip to the tip of his penis. “All that pre is starting to make a mess.”
	He wrinkled his nose. ”Lay on your tummy,” he instructed patting the bed.
	She pulled a pillow down to rest her chest on, and did as he told. “Um... about being wet,” she began, as she felt him shift over her. “I... I was actually a lot wetter before you got here...”
	”Yeah?” He asked rhetorically, his legs straddling hers as he sat over her rump, his testicles resting against her cotton-ball tail.
	”I... tried to wait cuz I didn't want to miss you knock... but I had to go to bathroom,” she explained, his hands resting on her back. “That's where I was after I talked to you... and I was worried cuz I smelled... a little funky... 'down there,' so I had to wash myself real quick cuz I didn't want to gross you out or something...”
	He smiled. “Thanks... I guess,” he replied, his hands pressing firmly against her back. “Sometimes, I feel yucky down there, too,” he admitted. “It's no big deal.”
	”I just wish you coulda seen it,” she said, turning to face to settle on one cheek.
	He could see she was blushing.
	”I was... like... dripping...”
	He chuckled. “You're so cute and sexy,” he complimented, kneading her back.
	She let out a groan of relief as her muscles were worked.
	”Why was your cutie so wet?” He asked.
	”Cuz!” She said with embarrassment, as if it was obvious and he was just torturing her by making her say it aloud. “I've been...thinking about us doing this for so long, and after you said you would it just... went overboard last night...”
	”Is that when you cummed... thinking about us cuddling?” He asked.
	”No... I didn't cum at all, last night,” she revealed. Saying it into the pillow, it almost sounded like she was only telling him reluctantly.
	He paused. “Why not?”
	She let out another embarrassed whimper. “Cuz... after...” she took in a breath, his hands hitting a spot that suddenly ebbed all the embarrassment from her. She finished her sentence in a relaxed tone. “After what we did to you the other day... I just wanted to deny myself until you were here... no matter how much my cutie begged.”
	His kneading paused. “How long has it been since you cummed last?” He asked.
	”Not since... before we last fucked,” she told him.
	”Sweetie,” he whimpered. “I'll help you, right now. Lift up your butt, I'll do you doggy-style.”
	”No!” She shouted fiercely, lifting her trunk a little off the pillow to glare back at him.
	He paused, the sudden burst of ferocity skipping a few beats in his heart.
	She let out a brief whine as she settled back down. “Not yet...” She told him. “But... I want you to.”
	”You want me to cum?” He questioned, clarifying.
	”Yeah,” she insisted. “Right now... on... on my back.”
	”R—really?” He asked with surprise.
	”Uh-huh,” she said, lifting up to crane herself and look at him. “I... I want a cum-massage. Please?” She noticed his puphood twitch. “That's weird and stupid... right?”
	”I...” His voice trailed. “If... if that's what you want,” he replied with a smile.
	She sank back meekly. “You don't have to... if it's... too weird...” she offered.
	”No, it's...” he bit his lip, touching her shoulders with his hands as he leaned over her, bringing his muzzle to her ear. “I'll do anything for you,” his voice rumbled. “Just keep in mind... I took a few of those pills, and I haven't cummed since yesterday afternoon.”
	She pressed her face into the pillow, letting out a moan. “I was... hoping you would have saved up.” she said, surfacing. “Think you'll have enough to do my back and my front?”
	He reached down, gripping his girth. “I dunno, but I'll try.”
	”I don't care,” she clarified, her voice full of lust, “I just wanna know how Lauren felt in the shower.”
	”Should we... go to your shower?” He asked. “In case—”
	”No!” She said, again with a kind of ferocity. “The whole point is... to do all this in my bed. That way, before I go to sleep and after I wake up, I can think about all the naughty, sexy things we did here.”
	”Like getting cummed on?” He said with a lustful growl, his hand beginning to pump.
	”On,” she repeated, “in—everywhere.”
	He watched as she laid her cheek back upon the pillow, breathing heavily. He shifted into several postures, finding the one that felt comfortable while also giving him a good vantage for spurting on her. He gripped her far shoulder as a propping point, leaning over her with his testicles hovering over her cotton-ball tail.
	Finding this to be the best spot, he rose up back into a squat over her rump, and began to piston his hand deliberately. “You look sexy, even from behind,” he complimented.
	She whined with embarrassment into her pillow.
	He reached behind, his fingertips brushing her mound and flower. “Can I... use my fingers?” He asked.
	”Mm-hmm,” she cooed. “Just... don't make me cum...”
	Grunting in acknowledgement, he touched and traced her folds. “It's even softer than your fur, inside here,” he said, dipping a digit in. He felt her thighs tense at the intrusion. “Softest place in the whole world.”
	She held her breath, listening to the sound of his hand pumping his pre-covered cock and feeling his fingers tease her folds. She flexed her abdominal muscles, her tunnel gently squeezing the intruding digits. “Does touching my cutie help make you feel really good?” She asked.
	”Uh-huh,” he said bluntly, his breath hitching. “Cuddling with you helped too... I don't think it'll take long to cum...” His finger slipped deeper into her tunnel, and he whimpered.
	She giggled. “You're such a cute puppy when you're all excited like that.”
	”C-Cute?” He asked, a little unhappy with the word.
	”Mm-hmm,” she replied. “When we girls cum it's all,” she let out an impression of a moan. She felt butterflies when he let out a groan himself. “But, when you cum, you've been all,” she started yipping.
	He grumbled. “Stop that... it's embarrassing.”
	”But I love it,” she gushed. “It sounds like it feels so good for you that you're crying; it's really sweet, and makes my cutie tingle like crazy.”
	He emitted one, partly because it was involuntary and partly because of knowing what it did to her.
	”That's it,” she cooed. “Do it, big boy. Cum all over me and make that cute little noise.”
	As if her words had full power over him, he felt the tremble in his perineum, and had only gotten back into the leaning position just before it happened. He gave into her wish, whether he wanted to or not. It started off as a reluctant, embarrassed rumble in his throat, but quickly the involuntary yips accompanied the pulsing pleasure that radiated from loins.
	He opened his eyes, fighting the overwhelming pleasure, and tried to be deliberate about his actions. The semen that streamed forth was unlike what it had been when he did this to Lauren. Then, it was in spurts and droplets; now, it was a steady stream that dribbled thickly and thinly from his tip, the consistency depending on whether or not his orgasm-muscles were flexing or relaxed.
	He drizzled it over her, scooting up to get it up to her shoulder-blades, before it finally trickled and thinned to a single strand. The strand held strong for a few seconds, until it finally broke. On weak and trembling muscles, he scooted back to sit upon her rump again, last little beads of semen weeping out onto the curve of her buttocks.
	She breathed evenly and deeply, in through her nose and out through her mouth. She could barely feel that something was on her back, but couldn't really tell exactly how much or where exactly it had gotten. But that didn't matter. Her mind was overwhelmed by the musky, salty smell of her boyfriend, making her face tingle and her whole body tense with sexual desire.
	”Fuck!” She growled with passion, “your cum smells so good.” She moaned, feeling a wave of dampness trickle out of her folds. “N-Now rub it in,” she instructed; then, she made it a request. “Please? Can you... r-rub it into my fur?”
	His mind was still too filled with static electricity for forming words. But, his primal urges were still raging, and, though he was a bit exhausted, he complied.
	She groaned as his hands worked the slippery-feeling liquid between the strands of her short fur. As he put pressure onto her back and worked the semen in, she could feel its warmth and stickiness, as it began to dry and clump her strands.
	In her wildest fantasies, she had never imagined something like this. A part of her knew and understood just how crazy and weird it was, but the part that didn't care and nebulously guided her sexual impulses told her that this is what she wanted—and then, she would want more. There were different things they could do, just the two of them. No need to be shy or embarrassed; just lay the thoughts out as naked and bare as she was right now.
	”T—tummy,” she said.
	”Huh?” He muttered, pausing his activities.
	She lifted up. “I wanna roll over... I want your cum on my chest and tummy...” She rolled over even as he tried to give her room to do so. Her hips and thighs brushed his testicles, and she reached for them, cupping them and easing them up so the poor things didn't have to dangle. She whimpered. “How long until they're ready again?” She whined.
	”I dunno,” he mumbled, looking down and raising his buttocks to give her better vantage.
	She looked up a little higher, and saw his sheath. “Hey... your dick's hiding...” she said with a pout.
	”He'll come back out after I rest a little,” the pup reassured her.
	”But I wanna see him,” she whined; “I miss him.” She reached her thumb and fore-finger to his sheath, and wriggled them inside.
	”H-Hey, that f-feels weird,” he tried to tell her.
	”C'mon out,' she cooed, feeling inside. She found the little nub of flesh, and gently tugged.
	The wolf pup's cheeks blushed terribly as his flaccid penis was teased from its sheath. Having it tugged out hadn't felt so weird since he was littler, and his mom tugged it out to show him how to clean it. On one hand, he didn't like the feeling when she did it at all. But on the other, it was his girlfriend that was doing it... she was special, so there was some kind of exception, right?
	He winced, tears welling in his eyes as she tenderly held his flaccid puphood between her fingers.
	”It's so small,” she cooed. “I thought it just went back in but it gets small, too?”
	”Y—yeah,” he grunted.
	She noticed his expression, and let him go. “Mm, what's the matter?” She questioned, nervously.
	”Nothing... just...” he looked at his flaccid member, drooping from his sheath. “It's... embarrassing...”
	”No...” she cooed, “don't be embarrassed. Please?” She begged. Then, she looked at it. “Has... anyone else seen it all teeny and cute like this?”
	He bit his lip. “My mom...when she gave me baths as a kid.” he replied. “Aside from that...”
	”I'm the only other one?” She finished.
	He nodded.
	She bit her lip, clasping her hands to her chest. She gazed at it, the little thing not much bigger than her pinkie. She reached toward it, and looked to him for permission or denial; all she got was a nervous bob of his Adam's-apple. Licking her lips, she went in with both hands, and covered both his testicles and flaccid boyhood.
	”Mine.” She claimed. “Only I get to see it like this. No one else.” Her voice became fierce. “Especially not that bitch,” she barked. Then, she let out a tear. “S—sorry,” she said to him.
	”For what?” He asked. “I know you hate when Brittany and I... do stuff...”
	”I don't hate it,” she was quick to reject. “I just...” She scooted closer to him, her covering hold firming more securely. “I want special things... that only you and I share. It used to be getting tied with you, but I wanted Kailey to feel it too, cuz I trust her and she's our best friend,” she explained.
	He knew he shouldn't have asked it, but his brain was still a little tired and that's probably why it still slipped out: “But... I love you. Isn't that special enough?”
	Her eyes winced and her face grimaced. “I knew you were gonna say that,” she replied with a fluttery voice, as if she was about to cry. “It is... I promise it's special; it's the specialist thing. But, I just want... more special things, you know?”
	He rested his hand on her head, holding the bases of her ears between his fingers. “Don't cry.”
	”I'm not sexy when I cry, huh?” She said with a sniffle.
	”No, you're always sexy,” he replied with a chuckle. He was glad when she meekly chuckled back. “I just don't like to see you cry. I like to make you happy.” He smiled, adding, “with my dick.”
	She burst into laughter, and then whimpered. “You ruined the moment,” she grumbled, playfully smacking his foot with hers. “Whatever. Is he big yet?” She leaned in, lifting her hand away to peek. She released him. “No,” she pouted.
	”Maybe he just needs some encouragement?” The pup said, although he wasn't even really sure what he meant by it.
	”Oh, okay.” The rabbit doe let him go. She rolled over on the bed, and reached for her nightstand. She pulled the top drawer out, and reached in, retrieving something from inside. Rolling back, she showed the bottle off.
	He eyed the bottle, seeing that it was the Focus lubricant. He watched with warm cheeks and loose lips as she knelt in front of him with her knees wide, and squeezed out a bit of the lube onto her fingertips.
	She placed the fingers over her vulva, and rubbed the lube into her petals. After a few moments, she added another squeeze of lube, and slipped her fingers into her silken vice.
	His heart fluttered as she panted, and he heard the squelches as she did something inside of her that he could only guess. A rush of numbing arousal crashed over him as she suddenly let out a high-pitched squeal, pulling her fingers free. Droplets of either her nectar or the lube dampened the towel beneath her knees.
	”Did... you... cum?” He asked.
	She shook her head, her dew-covered fingers reaching for his loins. She wiped her her arousal off on his genitals.
	”Wow... y-you're...”
	”I told you,” she said, her voice fluttering again, this time with the aftershocks of pleasure, “my cutie gets sopping wet when she begs, kinda like Kailey's.”
	”Why don't I cum on you later?” He offered. “I can—”
	She shook her head. “I like... making her beg.” She admitted, biting her lip. “Especially since we made him beg,” she said, cupping his groin. “She's been a naughty cutie, so she doesn't get to cum yet.” She leaned in, bringing her muzzle to his loins. “But he's been a good boy,” she praised, giving his flaccid flesh a deliberate, tender kiss. “He cummed all over me, and I want him to do it again.”
	”Th—” The wolf pup started to say something, but his eyes crossed as she took his flaccid penis into her lips and suckled. His muscles fluttered, tired but quickly gaining their strength with the prospects of what was to come.
	She used her hand to gently push him back, giving her better vantage. She slowly and gently suckled the flaccid, rubbery thing in her lips. It was definitely...different, like this. More cute than sexy, but the fact that such a little thing was what gave her such pleasure when it was just a bit bigger meant she adored it all the more.
	Her lips let it go, and she began licking the spot beneath it and his sac. She kissed each orb, foolishly believing through what limited sex-ed she had been given that they produced the semen she enjoyed. Her tongue tenderly caressed the fuzzy pouch. “The fur on your balls is soft,” she pointed out. “And down here,” she observed, lifting his testes up.
	His legs twitched and spasmed as his perineum was kissed. The tickling, teasing touches to this new spot quickly brought him to tumescence. Even after he was fully rigid, she toyed with the new spot, sending twinges to muscles he did not know he even had.
	At last, her teasing relented, and he panted slightly as the sensations worked the rest of the way through his body. He watched as she gripped his length.
	”There he is,” she cooed. “I missed you. Ready to play again?” She puckered her lips, and kissed his tip, adding a hum for vibration. Her lips parted just barely for a moment, before she kissed it again, and again. She kissed it all about the tip, from every angle she could. After she felt she had given the puphood a thorough praising, she lifted away, blushing as she looked to the pup to whom the flesh belonged. “I'm... I'm ready when you are,” she said, sheepishly.
	He sat upright, and crossed his legs. He caught her chin, and drew her in. Their tongues wrestled for a moment, before she finally broke away, and, with a deep breath, fell back. He knelt before her mound as she splayed her legs and raised her arms above her head.
	”Time for my belly-rub,” she cooed, twisting her hips a little. She gasped and covered her mouth as he gripped his penis, and gave her a look of confusion. “I get to watch!” She squealed, wriggling. “I get to see it this time!” She uncovered her mouth, looking hopeful to him. “Right? I can watch it squirt all over me? Or... would you rather I closed my eyes?”
	He felt a butterfly flutter in his stomach.
	”I'll... close my eyes if you're embarrassed,” she promised.
	He bit his lip. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You can... watch, if you want.”
	She bit her lip in excitement, eyes fluttering and then narrowing upon his loins.
	”I mean,” he said, to abate his performance anxiety, “you've see it happen before, right?” It wasn't at all about doing it; the idea of blowing his load on her stomach and chest was extremely hot to him, and that she was the one asking him to do it made it that much better. It was just that he had gotten used to the others serving as a kind of... distraction. With his girlfriend being the only one in his company, looking right at him, it made him both thrilled, and extremely anxious.
	”Pretty sure,” she replied honestly. “Really, though, it's kinda hazy. But... maybe if I see it enough times, I'll be able to remember one of them.” She folded her hands up behind her head, reclining back on the pillows; the lying-down equivalent of holding her arms behind her back to fully expose herself without reserve.
	He swallowed, meeting her expectant and excited expression. He scooted closer, until his balls were practically resting on her clitoris. Steeling himself and taking a breath, he began masturbating under her gaze.
	Aside from breathing and the light slapping noise as his hand pumped up and down his turgid length, the room was still and quiet. The rabbit noticed out of the corner of her eye that the door to her bedroom was open. A pang of excitement and dread came over her, the open doorway making her feel insecure. But she didn't want get up and close it—besides, her mom was fully booked today, and planned on going to the store.
	She noticed that he slowed his breathing heavy. “You okay, sweety?” She cooed.
	”Yeah,” he huffed, “just... nervous,” he admitted.
	She smiled. “It's okay... I'm nervous, too.” She told him. “So... we don't have to feel nervous if we know we're both nervous... right?”
	He shook his head. “I...don't know if I can't think or you,” he grumbled.
	She giggled. “Why not use some cutie-lube to help?” She offered. “I've got plenty...”
	”J—just... real quick,” he said, scooting back. He lined his tip up.
	”W—wait, that's not what I—Ohhhhh Justin!” She gasped and slammed her head back into the pillows, feeling his hot length dip into her tunnel, and then pull all the way back out. She panted, the rush of pleasure making her body squirm and spasm. Finally, she regained her composure. “You're so mean to my little cutie,” she groaned.
	”Sorry,” he whimpered. “I didn't mean to—”
	”Hush,” she said with a huff. “It's okay. She deserves it cuz she was a naughty girl... wasn't she?”
	”Huh?” He asked, the words making his body tingle.
	”For... teasing your dick when it wanted to cum. That was really naughty of her... So she should get the same treatment, right?”
	His cheeks burned. Not exactly how he remembered it, but he was keen to go along with her narrative.
	”I'm naughty... aren't I?” She asked. “Say it...”
	”Naughty,” he growled, the tingling trickling into his pelvis. “Such a naughty cutie...” He began to work his hand again, her nectar adding a wet squelching to his activities. “Cuties want cum, right?”
	She nodded.
	”But naughty cuties don't get cummed in... they get cummed on, to make up for being naughty.”
	She nodded. “Please, Justy; make me a good cutie again?”
	”Fuck!” He swore, her words snagging him in just the right way.
	”Oh gosh!” She moaned in surprise, not expecting the sudden burst of semen to gush from his tapered tip. She watched with wonder, and ecstasy, as her boyfriend's icing squeezed out in a steady stream. It pooled onto her fur, tinging the pure white to a creamy, milky white. She marveled at how much there was, much more than she remembered covering Lauren.
	He crawled up her as he ejaculated, frosting her from mound to nipples before he finally began convulsing with nothing to show for it. But, figuring that that last little dribble of cum would weep out, he brought his tip to her muzzle.
	She saw his tip, a bead of his semen still welled up inside. She pressed her lips about it, suckling gently, coaxing the last little bits of his essence out into her mouth, and receding with a kiss.
	He shuddered and let loose a tear, her suction and the way his semen passed through his urethra gratified him in a way he could hardly express in words even if he wasn't so delirious from orgasm.
	As before, he clumsily waddled backwards on his knees, trying his best not to give out and fall on top of her—he wasn't really keen on having his own cum be touched by much more of himself than his hands.
	As he leaned forward to start massaging the jism into her fur, she told him to hang on. Sluggishly, he sat up, hunched forward.
	She carefully lifted up just enough to reach her hand down to her mound. She cupped her hand, and scooped up a bit of the sticky mess from off the bony bump. Reclining back, she pressed her hands together, smearing the seed on both palms, and then rubbed it over her cheeks and muzzle like lotion.
	Tears welled in her ducts, and her eyes crossed and rolled up. She breathed in deeply through her nose. The scent of his musk, fresh from the source, overwhelmed and overstimulated her in all the best ways. She moaned, fingers clutching her flat chest and smearing the cum over her nipples. Her cunny squeezed and leaked; by the time this was over, she was going to wind up chugging a whole milk-jug of water.
	When she was still, albeit her body twitching now and again, he set to work massaging what was once inside of him into her fur. All the while, she emitted little moans and groans, and he responded to a few with his own.
	”Why...” she panted. “Why does the smell... do that to me?” She asked.
	”Make you... feel all dizzy, and tingly?” He asked.
	”Y—yeah,” she sighed. “Mine does that to you, too, right?”
	He nodded. “When my nose is right next to one of your cuties...” his mind numbly thought. “Yours... smells the best,” he assured.
	She giggled. “It's all over my face, now,” she reminded him. “I just...” She breathed in deeply through her nose. “I keep smelling it every time I breathe...”
	”Can I...?” He asked, his voice trailing.
	”Would you?” She asked, “Here... let me...” She reached down, pulling the petals of her flower apart. She looked up at him as his eyes trailed down to her folds. “I like... spreading her open for you,” she admitted, her cheeks red with lust.
	”I like seeing her spread open,” he replied, scooting back and slowly dipping his nose toward the flower, soaked in dew. But, just as he got the faintest whiff of her perfume, he receded. “Wait...”
	She uttered a worried grunt. “Does it... smell funky?” She asked. “I washed it really good, I swear...”
	”No, no,” he insisted, rising back up. “I... want her to cum.” He explained.
	The rabbit doe let out a nervous coo. “But... I was waiting for when we...”
	”She was a naughty cutie... right?” He reminded.
	The rabbit's pink nose rose and fell in a meek nod.
	”Naughty cuties don't get to cum around big dicks snuggled inside right away. I wanna watch her cum, and then smell her after, just like you got to do with me.”
	”Okay,” she agreed. “I'll... cum for you.”
	The pup smiled, his tail wagging. 'And I get to watch, right?”
	She nodded, licking her lips.
	He reached forward, and coaxed her hands away so his own could replace them. “Which do you like more,” he started to ask, using his thumbs to pull her petals for her, losing his grip once or twice from how slick she was; “When you spread her for me, or when I spread her?”
	The rabbit's thighs quivered. “I—I dunno,” she admitted.
	“Me neither,” he chuckled in agreement. “I'm ready to see her cum.”
	She emitted a nervous whimper. “She just... wants you to know... she's really sorry,” she said.
	He smiled, and leaned in, puckering his lips. He pressed them to the hood of her clit, dipping from underneath to try and get closer to the little nub when he kissed. The squeal that hit his ear made his whole body shiver. He receded. “I know,” he replied.
	Unable to put it off any longer, the rabbit doe's fingers snaked down her tummy and mound. In truth, she really was conflicted. Her one real fantasy about this was finally cumming while he tied and filled her, and she really wanted that to be what happened.
	But, at the same time, it made perfect sense going along with this role-play of her cutie not getting what it really wanted. Plus, she found his taking control and telling her what he wanted irresistible.
	That he wanted her to masturbate for him, orgasm, and then smell her just after her throes, just as she did with him, quickly satisfied the disappointment that forfeiting her original fantasy had brought.
	He watched as her fingertip pressed and rubbed in circles just above her clitoral hood. The lower curve of the circle nudged the damp, pink flesh sensually, and her breath hitched each time.
	Then, two fingers splayed on either side, and began rubbing along the labia and touching the tender tissues that were exposed with her petals' stretching. Now and again, the fingertips pinched together just a little, catching the hood between her knuckles and lifting it outward, accompanied by a gasp or adorable little grunt.
	His thumbs kept slipping, and so he finally changed position. Cupping her buttocks from underneath, he used the flats of his thumbs—as opposed to the tips beforehand—and held her labia splayed firmly. Whiffs of her nectar hit his nostrils, and he tried his best to breathe only through his mouth; but, even then, he could practically taste her feminine musk.
	Her fingers gently pulled the hood up, and before his eyes the little pink nub popped out, exposed and vulnerable. He whimpered at her moan, as if reading it as a command. He couldn't help his impulses, and latched his lips about that little nub once more, tenderly suckling it.
	”Ah! Fuck! Justin! I'm cumming! Watch me... cumming for you!”
	He popped from her clitoris, drawing another squeal of overstimulated pleasure from her, and watched as her vaginal muscles fought to contract. Her nectar dribbled forth, not quite squirting like Kailey, but amidst her struggling and squirming, her entire mound and inner thighs were soaked with feminine honey.
	Her primal brain was angry; with him watching and stretching her wide, she couldn't get anywhere near a full, gratifying contraction. But, the higher-order part of her brain relished in it, reasoning that it was a welcome twist to her original fantasy: she would only be allowed the full, soothing pleasure of her orgasm when his cum was pooling into her tummy.
	After several moments of her squirming, spasming, and writhing, she finally went limp. She gasped, feeling cold, empty, and frustrated and disappointed. She opened her eyes, blinking away her bleary vision, and raised herself up on her elbows. “D—did you smell, yet?” She asked.
	”Not yet,” he replied, glancing up at her. “Was waiting in case you wanted to watch.”
	She nodded.
	With a smile, he took a shallow breath through his lips. “Here goes...” He steeled himself for what he was about to do.
	She gasped, clasping her hands over her muzzle and lying back as she saw—and felt—his cheek rub and nuzzle between her splayed folds. First the right, then the left, his fur tickling her in ways that, were she not so weary and slightly numb, would make her giggle uncontrollably. Finally, his cold nose pressed right into the hole where his thick cock would hopefully soon go, and a rush of air tickled from deep within her channel toward the entrance.
	Suddenly, from between her legs, a rumbling vibration teased her folds. Then, in little more than the blink of an eye, she was overshadowed by her lover. He let loose a feral snarl, his body shaking so ferociously that the bed rattled and squeaked. She watched as drops of his pre squeezed out of his tip, dribbling onto her navel and mound.
	The feral exhibition lasted for a moment, before he collapsed on top of her, his cheek brushing hers, their passions mixing between the strands of their fur.
	”I... I think I just... c—came again,” he said.
	”Huh-uh,” she replied. “I saw that before, when Brit was showing us the toys. I think it's just the pills making your pre look different.”
	”Oh...” He said, a little lazily. “I guess that's why... I'm still hard for you.”
	She let out her breath. “For me...” She repeated.
	”Yeah.”
	She giggled. “I was just saying... I like that you added 'for me,'” she nuzzled his cheek, since it was already touching her. “Makes me feel special.”
	He sighed contentedly in response. “I love your smell,” he confessed.
	”I love yours.” She agreed. “I can still smell it.”
	”Yours too.” He moved to hold himself up, his strength recovering quickly enough. “So... um... I dunno about you, but...” He trailed. When she cocked her head and gave him a giggle, he finished his thought. “If you... wanna... I'm... I'm ready to... f-fuck you,” he admitted, his cheeks burning.
	She blinked, slowly, her eyes staying closed for just a moment. “I... I don't really want to fuck.” She replied.
	He overtly flinched, sitting back on his haunches. “O-Oh,” he said, his eyes casting aside. “Uhm okay... so... did you... just wanna... cuddle again... or something?”
	She sat up, holding his thigh and knee. She giggled. “I'm sorry, I'm being really mean to you. What I'm trying to say—”
	”it's okay,” he interrupted, holding her chin closed to keep her from talking. He leaned in, and pecked her lips. “I guess I just... jumped to conclusions. When you were talking about filling your tummy and tying and all that... I just thought you meant that's what you wanted to do...” He released her chin, and tried to hide the impulsive disappointment in his voice.
	”Wh—”
	“I guess... I mean you never really clarified what you wanted to do today... just that you wanted to do 'sexy stuff,'” he tried to reason.
	”S—”
	“Besides, it's probably a good thing if... we... decide not fucking, cuz we don't wanna feel like every time we're together that's what we gotta do, right?” He looked at her, finally. He winced; she had her arms crossed, and her brows were dipped in a bit of frustration and anger.
	”You gonna be a good boy and let me finish?” She admonished.
	His ears flattened, and he let out a whimper.
	”Aww, don't do that,” she whimpered back, dropping her stern posture. “Listen... You are going to tie me tight and fill my tummy, okay?”
	He raised a brow. “O...kay... but... you said you didn't want to fuck?” He asked, confused.
	She giggled. “That's the part where I'm being mean,” she tried to explain again. “I'm saying I don't wanna fuck, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna get to tie me and fill me...” She took one of his hands in hers. “What I'm trying to say is... Uhm...” She blushed heavily, her breath fluttering.
	A few moments passed, with her biting her lip and holding his hand, squeezing. Finally, he touched her semen-matted cheek with his other hand, making her flinch as if she had just fallen asleep.
	”What you're trying to say is...?” He led.
	”S-Sorry m-m-my heart's just...” She said, her voice husky and her whole face turning read.
	”Is something wrong?” He asked with concern, the hand at her cheek resting over her heart. His eyelids opened wider as he felt just how fast her heart was beating; and not just beating, but pounding. “Holy shit! What, did you just run a marathon?”
	She burst into a nervous giggle. “N-No, I j-just... I-I want...”
	”I'm gonna call nine-one-one if you don't calm down,” he half-threatened; but he was genuinely concerned. That was until she snared him into a hug and looked into his eyes.
	”I... Justy, I-I... I w-wanna...” She closed her eyes, finding a last nugget of courage amidst all the nerves and embarrassment. “I don't wanna fuck you, c-cuz I wanna make...” She took in a breath, “make love to you!” She finally blurted.
	His eyes went wide, and his cheeks went taught, in an expression of surprise and confusion. He stared at her for a full three seconds before he finally said, dumbly: “Um... So, what's the difference?”
	Her left eyelid twitched rapidly, wincing closed, before a wide grin cracked her muzzle and she burst into a fit of giggles. “Dammit!” She managed to swear amidst her hysteria. “I... Here I was thinking you'd say 'no,' and ya don't even know what the heck it is!”
	He shook his head. “Sometimes, I don't even know half of what you girls say and do. I'm flying by the seat of my pants.”
	”I'd say the tip of your dick,” she corrected with a smile.
	”Okay, wait, hang on.” He held up his hands. “So... is making love still this?” He held up one hand with his thumb and index finger in a loop, and stuck the index finger of his other hand through it.
	She covered her lips in a silent giggle, nodding.
	He shrugged. “Sounds like just another word for fuckin' to me,” he rolled his eyes.
	She shook her head. “No, its different.”
	”Okay, so tell me. What's the difference between fucking and... making love, or whatever.”
	She took in a deep breath. “Um... Well... to me,” she clarified, resting her hand on her bare chest. “Fucking is like... we're just trying to cum, right? Especially when the others are around, it's just about... feeling good and making a big mess sometimes.
	”Making love,” she said, tossing her hands from one side to the other. “Is... it's... slower,” she tried to explain. “It's... not really about cumming. It's... like... we take our time... you start on top of me... then I get on top of you... we just kinda...” She blushed, looking down as she held her hands together. “We... just kinda... We enjoy each other... I-I enjoy your dick in my cutie... you enjoy my cutie around your dick... for as long as we can... till one of us can't stand it anymore. Then, we... we cum like always, and cuddle afterwards.
	”And,” she started to fidget and wriggle. “And it's sweet, and cute, and warm, and... if—if you don't wanna cuz it sounds too girly, or mushy, or someth-mmfh!”
	He cut her off with a kiss, his tongue sneaking inside. He rested a hand upon her heart, cupping the bit of contour that was her latent breast, and touched and rubbed her pert nipple. He pulled her forward, moving the arm from her chest to snake under her armpit and wrap around her, resting his palm upon the center of her back. He broke the kiss, exhaling contentedly as she wetly panted.
	”Ashy,” he said, his hand rubbing her back. “I don't wanna fuck you. I wanna make love to you, okay?”
	She let out a warble of a whimper, wrapping her arms around him as tears welled up in her eyes. “I love you, Justy,” she managed to say.
	”I love you, too,” he said, 'but, what's with the tears?”
	She sniffled, leaning back up. “N-Nothing, just...” She covered her face with her hands, regaining her composure amidst a few sniffles. “G-Girls and emotions... y'know?” She chuckled.
	”As long as you don't cry when I'm filling your tummy,” he replied, and added in a low, sultry growl, “I'd rather hear you moan my name.”
	”Oooh Justin,” she indulged him. She smiled. “I love how it makes you wriggle,” she said, imitating his shiver.
	He smiled, and then on impulse cocked his head and gripped one of her ears, gently drawing it to his mouth and holding it between his teeth. He growled, delighting in the way it made her squirm and tremble.
	”Sheesh!” She said, the shocks still leaving her. “What... made you think of doing that?”
	He shrugged. “I guess... it's like our smells. We kinda... just know exactly how to make each other feel good.”
	The rabbit doe bit her lip. “Speaking of... feeling good,” she said, resting her hand on his thigh, looking down at his stiff puphood. “She... she really wants him.”
	He leaned in, kissing the rabbit's cheek and resting his fingers on her damp mound. “Has she been good?” He asked.
	”She said she was sorry and she cummed like how you wanted her too.” The rabbit whimpered with need.
	”Well,” he replied, “if she wants him so bad why isn't she lying back and looking cute for him?”
	Blushing, the rabbit doe reclined back, and spread her legs as wide as she could. She raised her arms up above her head, grabbing onto the bar of her headboard. “Like... this?” She asked.
	”That's so cute, it's sexy,” he complimented.
	She wriggled a little with delight.
	”He can't get in if you're all squirmy like that,” the pup admonished, scooting to situate himself between her thighs. He gripped his masculinity, pointing it to her femininity, and pushed his pelvis forward a little.
	She bit her lip, and gasped as his tip prodded between her damp labia, prying them apart. Her thighs twitched and her knees fought not to close as he rubbed his tip up and down her vulva, soft liquid squelches popping into the air as he disturbed the dew that soaked the flower.
	”What is he doing?” She growled, her sexual frustration building.
	”He's petting her,” the wolf pup explained.
	She whimpered. “When will he snuggle inside her?” She asked desperately.
	”I thought making love meant we went slow and gentle?” He asked, half-genuinely, but half in delight at his deliberate teasing. He was starting to like seeing her like this... at least a little bit; so long as she wasn't truly mad at him.
	”It does, b-b-but,” she hissed. “She's been begging for so long!” Her body tensed as he pushed his tip beneath her clitoral hood, prodding at the sensitive nub. “Please, Justy,” she begged. “She's squeezing down and,” she groaned, her pelvis lifting as her loins contracted fiercely. She gasped. “There's... there's nothing to squeeze on, so she gets sad and cries...”
	”Aww,” he cooed, pointing his tip toward her vaginal opening. “He doesn't want her to cry... Don't worry, he'll make her feel all better.”
	With that, he slowly pushed in.
	”Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She squealed, her body tensing and rippling all around as his overwhelming warmth comforted parts of her that no other thing in the world—especially not some plastic toy or stupid vibrator—could ever hope to do.
	She closed her eyes, relishing in the magic of the lubricant. Kailey had revealed its secret to her, when Brittany had used it on her best friend to get the skunkette to squeal what the rabbit had told her about not being present while the other girls were with her lover.
	The lubricant's effects were more intense than she had imagined. As the name suggested, it helped her to focus. Namely on the dick that was penetrating her. He felt bigger and firmer, and she felt smaller and tighter. She could feel the texture of his skin, and the way it tickled and rubbed against her own soft, intimate flesh.
	He grunted, emitting a little yip every now and again when he managed to get more than a little nudge in at a time. He let out a long, gratifying whine along with her when he finally buried himself to the roots in her depths. Some of her nectar tickled as it slipped into the crease of his sheath.
	”She's... squeezing really hard...” He commented.
	”Oh yeah?” The rabbit doe said. “That was just her getting excited he finally went in...” She gripped the bar tightly. “Now that he's all the way in...” She gritted her teeth, and put all of her concentration into bearing down on the girth that snugly filled her tunnel to capacity.
	He wrapped his arms around her, his body tensing but quickly going limp as her silken vice tightened to the point where it was almost uncomfortable. The only way he could work through the pleasure without filling her tummy right then and there, was to let out a howl into her pillow.
	She lasted as long as she could, before gasping in exhaustion and letting go of the bar, collapsing along with him.
	They lay together, boy on top of girl, basking in the aftermath of the intense act as if it were an orgasm. She was the first to stir, stroking his back and adjusting him so that she wasn't bearing his full weight.
	”Did he like that?” She cooed.
	”Mmm-hmm,” was all the wolf could mutter. He roused, gaining more of senses back after a short while. “What... what was that?” He asked.
	She smiled, hugging him. “She just wanted to let him know how happy she was.” She said sweetly, her tunnel gently squeezing. “She... got a little carried away... sorry.”
	”He loved it,” the pup replied. “She just... almost made him cum, is all.”
	She took in an excited breath. “Really?” She asked, rhetorically. “It'd've been okay if he did. She wouldn't've blamed him.” She reached for his tail, tugging it. “He can move, if he wants... Just, remember: slow and gentle.”
	”is there anything... he can do... like her squeezing, that would make her feel good like that?” He asked, sheepishly.
	She cooed. “Uh-huh.” She replied.
	”Like... like what?” He asked.
	”Well... when he's ready, he can tie her up nice and tight, snuggle into her suction-cup, and fill her up nice and full.”
	”But... isn't there anything else?” He questioned.
	She nuzzled him. “Just having him big and warm inside is good enough for her.”
	”Oh... So... does the moving... not feel any better?”
	She giggled. “No-wuh!.” She admonished. “Being big and warm inside is like the cake. The moving, and twitching, and tickling, and squeezing, and all that fun stuff; they're like the icing and sprinkles—it just goes on top of everything.” She reached his buttocks and squeezed it. “And getting tied and filled is like putting a whole other cake on top of that cake.”
	”Why does food keep popping up like that?”
	She giggled. “Maybe cuz we're hungry?” She offered.
	”Should we... eat something, then?”
	”Fuck no! Are you nuts?” She reached for his testes, giggling at her little joke. “She just got him inside; she's not letting him go until she's so full of cum she can hardly think straight.”
	”She really likes him, huh?”
	”Nope.” She replied. “She really loves him.” She kissed, moving her legs to a more relaxed position, and coaxing him to slowly churn within her.
	He did so, encouraged by her soft but pleasant vocalizations of satisfaction. He made a conscious effort to suppress his primal urges, and focused on what it meant to enjoy her. The slow and gentle motion was warm and pleasant, in a way that made him feel very close and interlaced with her.
	What he enjoyed wasn't necessarily the feeling in his loins. He found he enjoyed her reactions and responses much more than the feeling of his flesh sensually caressing against hers.
	He enjoyed the way she told him through hums and squeaks that he had hit a particularly good spot, or that her emotions needed to be exercised to keep from building up too much.
	He enjoyed the way she adjusted every few moments: her body moving in limber and relaxed ways, her eyes closing and opening, her breath hastening and slowing, her chin tilting back and resting upon her neck, her back arching and her legs squirming.
	He enjoyed the warmth and the softness of her tunnel. The silky-smoothness of her flesh and the wetness that lubricated his motions. The way it so snugly wrapped about him, and gently squeezed him or twitched and rippled around him.
	He also enjoyed her chest.
	”Ah! Oh gosh,” she gasped, feeling his lips seal about her left nipple. Her hands wrapped about his head, coddling it. “That's it, suckle me,” she cooed, stroking his scalp.
	He obliged, indulging in the primal activity. Though, at first, he felt childish, after a time it felt right. He delighted in the way her heartbeat pulsed against his lips, and the way her nipple tugged into his mouth the suction of his suckles.
	”I wish... I had boobs,” she muttered.
	He popped free, releasing the swollen immature bud. “Why?”
	”Because... I just bet it'd be better if I did...” She admitted.
	”I think,” he said, kissing her sternum, “that I like your chest now... and I'm gonna miss it when you do get boobs.”
	She whined with adoration at his response, but when he made to suckle the other nipple, she held him at bay. “Wait... It's my turn. I wanna be on top.”
	He nodded. “You ready for me to pull out?”
	She let out a mew. “Yeah...” She closed her eyes, listening to the squelching as he slowly receded. When he fell away with a small suction-pop, she whimpered. “I miss you...”
	”You wanted to be on top,” he chuckled, lying down on the other half of the bed. “I'm ready when you are.”
	She rolled over, and quickly had him straddled between her thighs, his puphood pressed against his belly by her folds. She readjusted, sitting up on her haunches, and reached for him, aligning him with her. She slowly sat down, lifting her chin and moaning as he re-entered her. When he was fully sheathed, she leaned back and widened her knees, giving him a clear view of her mound pressed against his tummy.
	He let out a hitched breath, sending a throb to his loins, the different angle of penetration so pleasant in different ways. His hands went to her hips, and he started to thrust upward, but it was a bit awkward.
	She felt the tickling movement of his tip teasing her tunnel, and rested her hand on his navel. “Uh-uh,” she said, pressing down. “My turn,” she insisted, “You just lie back and relax, 'kay?”
	He acquiesced, letting his hands rest at his sides.
	She smiled, rested her hands on his chest, and looked down at him. “Ready, big boy?”
	He nodded, heart pounding beneath the gentle pressure of her hands on his chest. He watched as she lifted her hips. He caught sight of his penis, practically glistening with her feminine nectar, and his sheath and groinfur were absolutely soaked.
	A moan escaped his throat when she gently sat back down, her puffy lips kissing the delicate skin of his sheath. He looked into her eyes, her face flush and lips parted as she panted. His hands went to her sides, holding her in support.
	She lifted again, and sank back down, joining him in moaning, hers more high-pitched as his tip tickled a particularly sensitive spot in her tunnel. “I like being on top,” she said, a lustful thrill in her voice. “Feels so...” She lifted. “Aggressive.” She sank back down with a bit of extra force, delighted when her lover's head fell back, his body spasming, and a grunt of satisfaction escaped his throat. “You like it, too, huh?”
	He let out a few breaths before looking back up at her. “I like... that I can see it...”
	She gave him a quizzical look for just a moment, then quickly understood. “Oh, well let me give you a better view,” she said seductively. She straightened up, widening her knees that much more. The tendons in her thighs were starting to agitate; she would have to have the twins help her stretch so she could get into better, sexier poses.
	Nonetheless, she managed to straighten, and held her arms behind her back to keep from blocking his view. She smiled, watching him ogle their pelvises pressing together. She blushed, feeling a bit nervous about it, and gently swiveled. When she felt him throb in her tunnel, and saw his face relax in pleasure, her eyes flashed. “Oh? Did he like that?” She asked.
	Before he could even respond, she was already experimenting. His body tensed and twitched with pleasure as she gyrated, twisted, and rubbed her tunnel around him. Her body moved in such alluring ways, her tummy flexing and rolling, her belly-button never still.
	She began enjoying the different touches inside as well. Her body began to heat up, excitement and wonder welling in her as she realized she could, in this position, take control and get his puphood to graze, rub, or prod her in almost any way she could desire—and she had desires.
	She brought as much pleasure to her as she could without outright heading toward her orgasm, still intent on making love. Her hands went to her tummy, and she tried to aide her efforts by pressing and massaging different parts; whether or not it added any benefit she couldn't really tell, but mind over matter made it so.
	Her hands eventually found their way to her flat chest. She pinched and tweaked her little nipples. The fluttery feeling deep in her tummy, behind her suction-cup—which she could get him to touch by flexing her muscles and easing left or right—began to spread out. One of her hands left her immature bosom, and sought out his sac, tenderly cupping it in her palm. Her fingertip touched and rubbed his perineum.
	But, then, her senses came back, and she gasped. She quickly popped off of him, and listened as he let out a whimper. She gasped and looked down in fear as, from his tip, a little stream shot out and hit her petals.
	She listened to his whimpers and disappointed grunts with a sorrowful heart, but was glad to see that nothing more escaped his tip. He hadn't cum; it was just pre, and she relaxed with relief. But, she did notice that his knot began to inflate right before her eyes.
	”Does puppy need to cum?” She asked, laying atop her lover.
	”I... I can...” He let out a final whine of dissatisfaction. “I can... hold off... just... gotta calm down... maybe just cuddle for a bit?”
	She let out a disapproving hum. “I asked if puppy needed to cum,” she repeated. “Doe isn't trying to deny him... we make love 'till one of us can't stand it, remember?” She nuzzled his chin.
	”I'm fine,” he grunted.
	”But, Puppy,” she whimpered. “Your knot's all big and swollen. Doe knows the only way to get it to calm down is to have Puppy tie her cutie, nice and tight.”
	He let out something between a whimper and a howl, her words touching all the right places. He exhaled when she lifted away from him, and her weight receded from him to the other half of the bed.
	”Puuuuppy, I'm reeeady,” she called.
	He turned his head, glancing over.
	Her head was parallel with his, a few inches away, eyes matching; though, her chin rested over her arms, apparently on her tummy. But as his eyes panned down her body, he saw she was on her knees, her rump hoisted in the air, cotton-ball tail giving a little flutter-puff as he watched for a moment.
	”Make me feel like a girl? Please?”
	That was it.
	She let out a squeal as he aggressively and quickly got into position on the bed. She lifted up and looked underneath her. Upside-down, she saw his tip rubbing her tummy, knot pressed against her folds, making it look like she had a dick. Then, he reeled his hips back, taking his length by his fingers, and lined himself up. Her vision snowed with static as she saw, felt, and heard, the big pink pecker penetrate her swiftly. She then yelped and went limp when his swollen knot smashed against her clitoris.
	”Ah! P-Puppy!” She whined. The angle of penetration was similar to when she was on her back and he was on top—and yet, it was so very different and new. Instead of his tip grazing along her wall behind her mound, it tickled the wall toward her rear. And, even more impressively, was the depth; even with his knot, her cervix was already able to kiss his tip, which is what drew her exclamation in the first place.
	He paused, his heart thundering with excitement and gratification, but a part of him thought maybe he had gone too far. A panic swelled in him, and he looked to her, trying to steady his focus as best as he could. He met her gaze as she lifted on her supporting arms, and smiled back at him with dreamy eyes.
	”Please,” she begged, her cheeks rosy with passion, “make me squeam.”
	He let out a yip, his instincts telling him to ravage her, but his will still holding him to the act of making love. He wasn't quite as slow as before, only enough to work himself up to a light pant, but it was still moderate. He sought to draw from her moans, squeals, coos, whimpers, and passionate grunts—all of which he achieved. Each one made his heart flutter, and stoke his desire to tie her. But he held off, waiting for it—and to his relief and delight, she indulged him.
	”Do it, Puppy,” she gasped and groaned with a feral lust, “Tie me up so I can't get away!”
	He let out a whine, pressing against her folds gently, and then increasing the pressure. Finally, when his throat hit a pitch that he would be mortified to admit it could get, the muffled pop came from between their loins.
	”Oh my gosh, Puppy!” She grunted with gratification, squirming as her upper body and arms sprawled out on the bed, grasping the sheets beyond the towels. She buried her face in the pillow, releasing an uninhibited and muffled howl of pleasure into it.
	The room was filled with their labored breaths.
	”Such a big boy,” she huffed.
	”Such a little girl,” he replied.
	”You like me little, don't you?”
	”You like me big.”
	”I like being filled.”
	”Then relax and let me in.”
	She hissed with pleasure as he pushed forward; his knot pushing on her vestibule and clitoris, his tip forcing its way through her cervix. Her breath hitched, and she squeezed her whole passage. “It feels so much better when you force it,” she admitted.
	He vocalized his straining force, the suctioning pressure around his knot and the vice-like clamp of her cervix around his tip, was such a steady and constant stimulation that he was brought to orgasm after several seconds of struggling.
	”Oooh! That's it, Puppy!” She whined, her own orgasm approaching. “Don't be shy, let all out. Gush your love right into my tummy.”
	His breath caught, and he leaned over, clapping one hand on her shoulder as the other trembled to support him from collapsing on her. “I l-love you, Ashy. C-Can you f-feel how warm and m-much?”
	”Oh, Justy... I—I—” Her clitoris exploded with pleasure, and she let out a passionate squeal as her body convulsed, managing to utter before turning into a seizing mess: “I love you, too...”
	They surged and squeezed, flexed and squirmed, squirted and milked, delivered and received. His motions relieved his boyhood into her, and hers encouraged his relief into her girlhood.
	It was right, what she said. The act of tying with her, and releasing himself into her womb; it made him feel... well, like a boy. And he took heart that exactly what made him feel like a boy, and yet in a different way, made her feel like a girl. Such a tidy concept; that so easily and mutually they could draw those feelings from one another—and in such a pleasant way.
	With her immature womb swollen with his seed, and her entrance swollen with his knot, her orgasm faded, leaving her content, filled, and exhausted. Trembling, she collapsed on the bed, and was not at all disturbed when he collapsed upon her.
	For a few minutes, they lay in a naked and amorous heap. Their breaths were labored at first, but over the minutes they recovered and became more even and full. The numbing tingles of pleasure began leaving their limbs.
	At last, she tried to struggle. “Mmm—Puppy? Can I try to... lie on my back?”
	He grunted an acknowledgment, and tried lifting off of her. It took a couple of attempts, his muscles weak, but at last he managed to get into an awkward kneel, his bulb still locked with her flower.
	She slowly managed to turn. It took more than a minute, and he supported her as she did. Despite the discomfort both of them felt as her folds tugged around his knot, she managed to lie comfortably upon her back. She pet her stomach up to her chest. “Lay on top of me,” she said.
	He did so, threading his arms under hers to hug her as well. He was embraced back, and their muzzles joined in a wonderful post-coitus kiss. When it finished, he adjusted so that he was not putting so much weight on her.
	She giggled dreamily. “Puppy,” she said, almost in an admonishing way. “You know you don't have to tie with me just to keep me around after you're done filling me up with your creamy love,” she kissed his nose. “You can stay in me as long as you want. I don't mind at all.”
	He blushed. “But—you wanted me to tie you... you asked for it.”
	”And you loved that, right?” She said rhetorically. “Admit it: you like when your girl begs for you cock... for you knot... and... especially...” She bumped her nose to his. “For your cum...”
	”I do.” He agreed. “And I promise I'll always give it to you.”
	She whimpered. “I wish... you could do that right now.”
	”You want more?” He asked.
	”Yes...” She said with dismay. “But I know—Ah! P-P-Puppy?” She felt his tip pull out of her cervix, the bit of semen that was held in by all the pressure spurting free and warming her tunnel.
	”She wants more,” he said. “And I want to give her more.”
	”B-but—eee!—But you're tired.”
	”So?” He huffed, using what room he had to gently churn and hump within her. “I love you.”
	”I don't want you to hurt yourself...”
	”It won't hurt,” he reassured. “You think you can take another load?”
	She gasped as his tip snuggled into her cervix, then pulled back out, releasing another squirt of his semen from her womb. “I-I-I—nnnnnhhhhh!—I wanna t-try!” She moaned, giving into the pleasure, and the strange sense of ecstasy that his cum spurting from within her depths gave her.
	With each release of pressure from her womb, and consequent spurt of semen into her tunnel, the squelches became much wetter, slipperier, and sloppier in sound. Coupled with the rapid thrusts and jabs of his pecker, it sounded more akin to wanton suckling than making love.
	With each release of pressure came a wave of pleasurable relief from deep within her. It stoked her passion, and made her imagine that it was something akin to how he felt when relieving his love into her. It felt so wonderful, so soothing.
	So gooey and sticky.
	For several minutes he jabbed her, ensuring that her cervix was no more a stranger to being penetrated. He even managed to breach into her a bit further over time, until he could sneak nearly three-quarters of an inch into her girlhood.
	From the semen sloshing about within her womb with the rhythmic shaking of her pelvis, she began to feel weak with pleasure. It so wonderfully took her, as if she were sliding down a water-slide, just waiting to submerge into the pool at the end.
	”A—Ash,” the wolf grunted.
	”Wh—what is it, Puppy?” She cooed. “Anything.”
	”Lean your... your head back,” he requested.
	She did so, letting it rest on the pillows.
	”M—more,” he instructed.
	She lifted her chin further, closing her eyes. “Wh-oah gosh!”
	He growled, and with boiling feral instincts opened his muzzle wide. He wrapped his teeth about her exposed neck, and gently bore down—not enough to hurt, but just enough that she would feel the ferocity he wanted her to feel.
	And feel she did. The constricting pressure made her heartbeat spike, and her whole body flutter with a frisson of lupine affection. Then, the wonderful love from his loins began to swell in her womb.
	She plunged into the depths of the pool. But as soon as she did, she was taken in by a powerful current, and it plunged her into an even deeper pool—and carried her still. Again and again she plunged, drowning in pleasure as she seized. Her ears rang, and her vision saw stars. The only thing she knew, in that moment, was the pleasure that filled her, deeper and deeper, over and over.
	”—sh? A—... Ashly!”
	She gasped with a start.
	”Holy shit, Ashly, you scared me.”
	”Wh—what... why...?” She blinked, looking around. “What time is it?”
	”It's almost ten,” the pup said. “We've... been playing around for almost two hours,” he realized.
	She shifted her loins, and felt the tug at her vestibule. “You're still tied with me,” she cooed happily.
	He chuckled. “Y—yeah, we just came together a few minutes ago.”
	”Is that when...you bit my neck?” She asked, hazily.
	He saddened. “Um... I'm... I didn't mean to... scare you that bad,” he apologized.
	”Scare me?” She asked, propping up to look at him. “You didn't scare me. That was...” she giggled. “That was the best!” She then became confused. “What made you think it scared me?”
	”Cuz you... were like... I thought you fainted or something.”
	She looked about. “No... I...” She slowly inhaled with realization. “No, silly,” she said, lying back and petting his arms to coax him to lie with her. She hugged him and shimmied gently from side to side. “You gave me a... what did Brittany call it again? A... multi-something... multi—m—multi-cum,” she finally settled. “I think that was it.”
	”Multi-cum?” He asked, fighting desperately not to blurt out the video-game reference that popped into his head.
	”I dunno—it's close 'nuff,” the rabbit admitted. “Basically like... imagine how it feels when you cum, right? All the tingles and pleasure?”
	He nodded. “Yeah...”
	”Well, multi-cumming is where... Um...” She tapped her finger on his shoulder. “When... when you do something just right, and it makes me feel really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really... really—”
	”i get it...” He chuckled.
	She giggled back; “—good, then when I cum... I don't just cum once.”
	”Like... you cum twice?”
	”More than that,” she said. “It's like...just after one starts, another one starts, and they combine together to become some kind of super-cum.”
	”I'm just... gonna hafta see what it's like for myself, I guess.”
	She giggled. “Aww... I'm sorry, Puppy,” she cooed. “You can't.”
	He squinted. “Why not?” He protested.
	”Cuz... it's... only girls can do it.”
	”Why's that? That's not fair.”
	She pouted. “Don't get mad at me! I didn't make that rule...”
	He sighed. “Whatever,” he acquiesced, giving her a kiss. “As long as... it feels good for you.”
	”It feels so good,” she complimented, “I forgot where I was when you woke me back up.”
	He quivered. “That... made me feel good,” he told her.
	”Can I... touch it?” She asked.
	He felt her hand snaking between their tummies, and he understood what she meant. He lifted up, and a few seconds later her fingertips were tracing all around their tie. His heart fluttered at her coos and soft gasps.
	”I feel like it should hurt,” she said.
	”It doesn't?” He asked.
	”I meant you,” she clarified. “It doesn't hurt for me... it feels a little weird when you pop in, and out, and when it tugs, but... I mean it feels like it's swollen cuz it hurts, to me,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the base.
	”It doesn't hurt.” He reassured. His breath hitched when she gently moved it, tugging it closer toward her petals.
	”Oh!” She squirmed. “M—move in my tummy a little?” She requested.
	He gently churned.
	”Wow, Puppy,” she said, mocking admonishment. “He sure did make a big mess in her, didn't he?”
	”She likes it messy.” He stated, sultrily.
	”He likes making it messy.” She countered.
	They shared another kiss, rolling onto their sides in a mutual understanding that it was once again time to cuddle as they waited for him to let her go.
	”I'm gonna miss you.” She pouted.
	”I'm not going to leave right away,” he reassured.
	”No... I mean... when you get soft and slip out.” She sighed. “You make me feel so full and warm... then when you leave I feel empty and cold.”
	He chuckled. “But... what about my love? You'll still have that in you.”
	She giggled. “Yeah, and it gets all sticky and gloopy. But... I want your love and your dick,” she whined.
	”Well... it'll come back. Maybe even later today.”
	”Yeah...” She sighed. “I guess it's probably better it doesn't stay in me all the time, even if I want it to,” she admitted, giving him a coy a smile. “Otherwise, maybe I'd get too used to it and it wouldn't feel as wonderful as it does right now. That'd be terrible!” She realized.
	”Plus,” he added, “how would we eat? Or pee?”
	She giggled. “Or wash the towels...” she pointed out. “It's a good thing I thought to tell mom I was gonna clean some stuff today...”
	”Oh...” He suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. “That's... we're in your bed,” he recalled, looking about.
	”Mmm-hmm,” she giggled, nuzzling him. “And this is gonna suck now.”
	”What is?”
	”Trying to get to sleep!” She groaned. “Now I'm gonna think about this every night, and my cutie's gonna get all soaked, and she's just gonna keep begging and begging for you.”
	”This was your idea,” he reminded her.
	”Yeah, well...” She tried to come up with something, but wound up squishing her face in begrudging defeat.
	He nuzzled her back. “I'll help you clean up,” he offered.
	She sighed. “Thanks...”
	”After all,” he said, “we both wanted to be messy, so... it's only fair.”
	She giggled, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Puppy.”
	He let out a contented growl. “Love you too, Doe.”