Stitch and Angel “Hmm hmm hmm, la la la…” Stitch was cheerfully humming to himself that morning. It wasn’t a particularly special sort of morning, but he had every intention of making it a very special day. He had already pulled up a batch of flowers, and he had just found a box of chocolate covered fruit sitting unguarded at a nearby stall. That meant everything was ready for him to sweep his beloved off her feet and more. The only problem now was tracking her down. Angel wasn’t exactly in hiding since she had settled in on the island, but she hadn’t decided to make a special place for herself just yet. Stitch could usually track her down with one tried and true method though, finding a quiet place on the island. He made his was to an isolated cliff to start, high up with only the sounds of the ocean waves striking the rocks. Then, he sat and raised his ears high. It usually wasn’t hard to hear, between the power of his love and the power of his scientifically honed hearing, it wasn’t long before he picked up the sound of his sweetheart’s wonderful singing. “Aah… boojiboo…” He sighed as the faint sounds tickled his ears. It was tempting to just sit and listen, but that wouldn’t do. Stitches’ fur tingled and he stifled a laugh. He had other plans today than listening to her sing. His love’s sweet cooing reminded him of just how excited he was for them. He couldn’t exactly say he planned a date with his lovely Angel, but he had strategized exactly how to approach her to get what he wanted. He licked his lips devilishly as he thought about it and made his way toward the sound of Angel’s voice. It had been something new for Stitch honestly. He had been excited before, but not quite in a way you would typically call horny. Getting on a big space ship or in an exciting battle normally got his motor running. Lately though, now that he had been on a few proper dates with his beloved, he was feeling oddly passionate in a way he hadn’t experienced often before. He and his fellow experiments were certainly capable of arousal. He had felt that many times before and had even indulged a few times. He had never quite felt this level of need though. He was practically drooling when he finally saw her. Angel was sitting calmly in a small clearing, singing happily. “Bootifa, boojiboo, chabata, chi meetoh…” Stitch watched the sight hungrily. Angel was staring at the waves, seemingly unaware, and swaying gently with their motions as she sang. Stitch tried his best to sneak up on her, quietly setting down his chocolates and reaching out to cover her eyes. If he did take her by surprise, she didn’t show it. “Ohufi! Guess who!” Stitch laughed again as he hugged his love behind. Being this close brought him almost as much joy as riding a proper spaceship. Teasing her made it even more exciting. It might have been better if she was taken by surprise, but her response till brought a nice big smile to his face. “Boojiboo? Batooka…” She spoke almost like she was still singing, and she pulled Stitches’ paws away from her eyes without a care in the world. Stitch loved her strong, gentle grip, and twisted his paw to hold her back while she turned to look at him. Once she finished her turn, he was helpless. While Angel calmly blinked at him, Stitch practically melted. Most of his clever strategies went out the window as his fur prickled even more wildly and that strange new need made his body burn. The only thing that saved him was that he still had one paw on the flowers he’d picked. “H-hi…” He scratched an ear and lifted the flowers to present to her. “Uh… p-pretty. For you!” The flowers didn’t save him for long. Angel diverted her eyes to admire them for a second, but after that second she went right back to melting him with her gaze. She also reached out to scratch his chin. “Takka tay.” She sang softly to him while she cradled his face in her paw. The whole while Stitches’ need burned brighter and brighter by the second. It threatened to turn him red entirely when Angel leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Stitch couldn’t make sense of it. His body was a well-tuned machine. It was so rare that he lost control of it, and he never did in this way before. His groin was pulsing with heat, and he could feel his arousal start to overwhelm him. He leaned into the kiss as a small, red erection began to steadily grow between his legs, growing larger the longer and more passionate the kiss became. Without thinking, he reached out with his tongue, desperate to taste his lovely Angel. She, thankfully, was receptive, reaching out and tasting him just as eagerly. She was a sweet and gooey as candy, and he allowed himself to feel aroused fully then, letting his body vibrate as his dick rose full and mighty between his legs. It only struck him a few seconds into the kiss that he should check to make sure they were alone, and even then, he didn’t break the kiss. His ears just started twitching. Angel was the one who had to pull away. When she did, she did so achingly slowly. Stitch kept his eyes locked with hers the whole time. She fluttered her eyelashes seductively, and once the kiss finally broke, she licked her lips. Just in case he didn’t get the message then, she even shot Stitch a wink. Stitch could tell then that he wasn’t the only one who was hot. In fact, when he paid attention to the way she grabbed his hand and hip, he could feel the same intense heat coming off of her. He also felt something else surprising from her. More accurately, he smelled something new. His nose started to burn at the scent of it, a spicy, bitter scent that made his eyes water with delight. Looking down at the source of he was unsurprised to see it was coming straight from Angel’s groin. He was somewhat surprised by what he saw there though. Angel was dripping wet, something that he noted with immense pride. However, there was more to her sex and her scent than that. Stitch noticed something stretching out and pointing forward, the tip of some red spike moving steadily closer toward his own erection. Angel didn’t allow the surprise to take his attention for too long though, at least, not yet. She drew Stitch back to looking in her eyes with another quick kiss, pulling him close and nuzzling up to him while she started to purr. Even the light vibrations of her body felt like a song, and the fluttering of her eyelashes distracted Stitch from any concerns. They didn’t stop him thinking though. His dick pulsed wildly as it pressed between them, and he was aware of Angel’s warmth getting between them too. Her appendage was wet and stiff as it poked at his hip and steady grew warmer and warmer. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, at least thinking off the top of his head, but he did have an idea of what to do with it. The plan he had come here with buzzed through his mind. It might need a few adjustments now, but he was happy to adapt. He had hoped to grab hold of his lovely Angel much like this. After she took the flowers he would place one paw on her hip and hold her other paw. Then he would push her down and wrap her in a kiss. From there, he would take her passionately and ruthlessly. As the plan buzzed in his brain and Angel’s appendage continue to swell between them, he knew there was only one adjustment that could be made. It made him laugh and blush, so much so that it interrupted the kiss. Angel pulled away again, looking concerned for just a second. Then, Stitch pulled her back. With an eager glee Stitch threw himself to the ground, pulling his love along with him. Angel let out a light, girlish gasp as he did, but that was quieted quickly by another kiss when they landed. Stitch dropped the flower and grabbed her head, this time pulling her in for it. With her weight fully resting atop him then, he could feel every part of her from her deliciously sweet muzzle to her curvy soft form. And, of course, he could feel that strange appendage, rock hard and moist all over as it pressed against his own hard dick. Feeling that was the strangest thing. Its warmth and the prickly nature of it was absolutely overwhelming when it pressed against his dick. Stitch could tell it was what he needed, more that he’d ever felt it before. It wasn’t even like the arousal or excitement he’d felt before, it was pure, primal need. It was bad enough that he started to hump against it without thinking, closing his eyes while he held the kiss with his lovely Angel. And it was bad enough that he was genuinely anxious when she finally broke the smooch again and pulled back. The only thing that saved him was that she didn’t pull back entirely. She only pulled away enough to smile down at her love, and to show off her beautiful body. She stood tall above Stitch, running her paws softly on his belly, and smiled down at him with her fangs showing proudly. Stitch was drooling again while he looked at her. His eyes lingered first on her fangs, then on that appendage. It was red, long, and thick, pulsing and spewing a clear fluid lubricant all over itself as Angel showed her arousal. It was easily at least twice as big as his own dick, and it was beautiful. “Surprise…” Angel cooed gently while her paws rubbed down away from Stitches’ belly and rested on his hips. Stitch wasn’t one for hesitation. His ears flicked for just a moment, reflexively making sure they were alone. He didn’t really care about that though, before the quiet fully registered, he was lifting his legs and writhing on the ground, needy. “Mmm… Boojiboo…” He was moaning as he grabbed his way up Angel’s body, wrapping around her and running his ass up that curious appendage. Angel cooperated eagerly when it was clear her surprise was well received. She kept smiling down at Stitch, wiggling her hips and his delicately as she did. The whole while Stitch felt that need even more strongly, his own dick pulsing alongside Angel’s appendage. Her warm lubricant rolled down over his asshole and tail, sending prickles and aches through his whole body. His stomach tightened and he shut his eyes, preparing for it. When the tip finally rolled down past him, he clenched viciously, aching and angry that it passed him by even for a second. I wasn’t long before it ran up against his tail and returned to press right against his rear, but the wait left his teeth clenched and his claws digging into the dirt all the same. Then with a cooing sigh and a little more, soft petting, Stitch relaxed for just a moment, and Angel pressed forward. Stitch relaxed entirely then, drooling and dropping his paws lightly as the warmth finally entered him. His dick ached and pulsed giddily as he felt that intense passion. It wasn’t for long, but for just that second the need was met. After that second though, he immediately needed more. “Ah! Akoota!” He dug his claws into the ground and lifted his hips higher, pressing back against his love and throwing his head back. “More!” The small effort filled him more, but he knew he would have to beg for Angel’s help to fully satisfy himself. His tail wagged and he pressed back as harder as he could, pulling her against him, but she would need to give him more of what he wanted. Thankfully Angel was more than willing. Her grip on him finally hardened, claws digging into his fur and skin, and she thrust. It was strong, deliberate, maybe teasing. She only thrust once, drawing a gasp of excitement from Stitch. Then, she waited for his breath to come back before thrusting again. It was slow but powerful, and every time Angel thrust, Stitch could feel it poking down all the way into his stomach. That kept on for awhile. Slowly the gasping moved to groaning and his heavy breathing started to become panting. He held tighter to angel every time she pulled out, practically begging for her to go faster. He started to gasp faster just to spur her on, but she kept torturing him with a steady, forceful pace. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He started to laugh as his dick pulsed hungrily. “Ogata….” He groaned, twisting on the appendage and trying to pull himself on and off it without letting his love go. “Mi patooki.” His head was swimming as his stomach and ass clenched over it. He could feel something close in it. It was pulsing harder, maybe even getting thicker. Angel stopped then, leaving him aching as she pet him. “Boojiboo?” There was a question, maybe an ounce of concern in that voice. Stitch didn’t really hear it though. He was too frustrated by the slow pace and the slowly softening grip. “Naga! Harder!” He shouted, shaking his head like he was having a tantrum. “Harder, Angel!” He got his wish. There was another hard thrust and another intense pulse. Stitch recoiled violently at that, arching his back and lifting his stomach. Angel’s thrusts became more rapid, still slow and deliberate but with no more pauses for Stitch to breath. More than that though, they became hotter. The appendage felt like it was boiling inside of him, and it was definitely growing. Stitch could felt it pulse and swell pressing something against him and spreading his ass wider before allowing him to clench down on it again. He could also feel his stomach swell as it pulsed. It didn’t take long for him to realize it was pushing something into him. He panted wildly while he tried to handle the feeling. And that wasn’t all that Angel was doing, while he writhed against the intrusion, her grip changed. Her claws dragged up along his hips. One rested gently above his belly, pressing against it as it swelled. The other claw was harsher, grabbing at his shoulder and forcing it down. Stitch opened his eyes to see her drooling above him viciously, a sparkle of overwhelming desire in her eyes as the claw dug into his shoulder with an agonizing crunch. And he loved every moment of it. He shut his eyes and let his tongue hang out, gasping happily and twisting in Angel’s grip. The paw he could still use flailed lazily and shakily alongside Angel’s pulsating thrusts, eventually settling on Angel’s paw that still rested on his belly. There, he felt the swelling underneath it, and he also felt what was inside start to roil and warm. While it did, he continued to writhe, even more viciously. Angel kept him in place. One final push from her finally broke him then. Her claws dug in deep, tearing against his skin, and he started to pant wildly as one last big pulse stretched him wider than any others, some sort of solid stone in his gut that made his whole body ache and the things inside of him quake. Overwhelming as it was, he came. “Ah! Angel!” He shouted one more time. Then, he was silenced by one more surprisingly ruthless kiss. Angel was satisfied, pressing her tongue into Stitches’ mouth and quieting him with a soft cooing that finally stopped the writhing. Her appendage finished its last pulse, and, slowly but surely, it pulled out. It didn’t leave Stitch feeling as empty as he might have expected though. What it left behind seemed to leave his belly and his rear just as full as the appendage itself, maybe even fully. So, when Angel leaned in and rested her weight on his now swollen belly he was entirely satisfied to simply let her finish her kiss, however long that would take. And it would take quite awhile. --- The swelling didn’t go down by the time he got home. Satisfied and cozy, he and Angel had stay together awhile after their close encounter, but when nothing changed about how full he felt after a half-hour, Stitch had a few questions. Angel had been coy about answering them, simply giggling shyly like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Jumba had no such embarrassment. “Ha! Well, this is surprise!” He had laughed the moment he saw the couple come home. Stitches’ swollen belly was all he needed to see to know what was going on. “Must admit, I did not think she would be using that anytime soon.” The explanation was plain and scientific. Apparently asexual reproduction was too messy and slow for Jumba’s tastes, and sexual reproduction had been out of the question after he had spent so much time carefully crafting the genes of his experiments. The idea of passing on only half of that work was absolutely mad. Stitch listened intently to the lecture while Angel cuddled next to him and purred. During the whole thing, he could feel something pulsing in his tummy, warm and welcome. It made him aroused again, embarrassingly. Angel covered him, resting her head in his lap and smiling as Jumba finished. “Ovipositor, best of both worlds. At least, that was my thinking at time.” He laughed again, tending to some experiment without caring. “A bit wasteful though, I realized. You should be lucky,626. Should be hardy enough they will come out before feeding.” He eyed some test tube or other, not even looking at the pair as he rambled. “Perhaps we should prepare baby food and ultrasound though, just in case.” Stitch was barely paying attention by then, cheerfully petting his Angel and trying to focus on the feeling of beating warmth inside of him. His ears only prickled at one word. “Wait, feeding?” He lifted his head abruptly and swallowed. Soon, he stomach was starting to rumble. Angel kept him still cooing and humming as the babies inside of him started o kick faster. He swallowed heavily as he felt them stir, then writhe.