It was a bright summer morning, sunshine leaking through the cracks and crevices of the tower, the light lapping gently at Pizzahead’s face. Outside, Fake Peppino sits in the grass, melty digits curiously prodding at the plants beneath their feet, looking for animals of the insect variety. This was a daily routine for the two of them, Pizzahead often sleeping in as Fake Peppino enjoyed the morning dew. 


        Pizzahead’s eyes flutter open, uneven pupils wavering as his vision focuses. As he slowly rises from bed, he stretches, a small huff escaping his lips as his arm raises above his head, gradually transitioning into a high-pitched yawn, similar to a cat’s mewl. Feet enclosed in white and red striped socks slip into pink slippers as he approaches his closet, pulling out a new pair of socks, his gloves, a white shirt, red bowtie, denim overalls, as well as a teal bra and underwear, along with brown leatherette shoes to tie the whole thing together. 


        Once dressed, a long trip down the spiral stairs of the tower deposits the pizza-headed humanoid outside, meeting face to face with his lover, covered in brightly colored caterpillars. 


        “Mmmmorning pizzaaa pie!” The mimic smiles, showing rows of teeth, “Sun’s so pretty, pretty, pretty out today…” From the looks of it, the mimic had been out there for a while, they often got melty when hot, and droplets of doughy flesh were sloughing off of them in droves, similar to sweat on a human. 


        “Morning, Feppino!” Pizzahead piped back cheerfully, “Do ya wanna come in? Was thinking about breakfast.” The mimic nods in response, a stray bit of warm flesh coming off their face, and hitting Pizzahead directly on his own with a loud plap. Pizzahead pulls the mush off his face with a playful “euch” sound, sticking his tongue out as he helps pull the caterpillars off of his partner. 


        Once the two are sure that every caterpillar has been successfully removed from the mimic, and that each has been placed on a plant that the two are sure they can eat, the two happily lock hands and walk inside. It’s a bit tedious to walk all the way to the slums to get to a kitchen, and Pizzahead idly makes note of this in the back of his mind for later renovations. 


        The entrance to Peppino Pizza 2; Fake Peppino’s ideal cooking space is messy, no doubt, but the kitchen is surprisingly clean. Pizzahead always figured this was so it would pass health inspector standards, ignoring the fact that the tower never really had to deal with inspectors, though he did appreciate Fake Peppino’s cleanliness regardless. It reminded him of a cockroach in a way, clean by the creature’s own standards, but not so much human standards. 


        Rummaging through the fridge, the two pull out a stick of butter, a carton of eggs, and a block of feta cheese, as well as a loaf of bread from the nearby bread box and some dill from the counter. Fake Peppino was usually the one who cooked, but Pizzahead took initiative this time and pulled out a skillet, turning the oven onto a modest temperature as he coats both sides of the bread with butter before proceeding to fry it. 


        Once the bread was fried, he took it out of the skillet and added more butter, before cracking a few eggs into the pan, adding a sprinkle of the feta cheese as he stirred the eggs around. 


        While Pizzahead cooked, Fake Peppino rummaged around the cabinets for plates, pulling out two and putting them on the counter for Pizzahead to deposit the eggs and toast onto, topping them off with a sprinkle of the dill he had grabbed earlier. Humming to himself, Pizzahead brings the plates out to the main room, brushing some of the trash piled on top of the table onto the ground to be cleaned up later. 


        As the two sit down to eat, Pizzahead speaks, “So how was your day yesterday, doll? You were so tired last night you just fell asleep, didn’t get a peep out of ya after work!” 


“Nottthing special…” the mimic responds, a yawn throwing their mouth open uncannily wide as a deep growl escapes their throat. 


“I see, any plans for today?” Pizzahead asks, “It’s the weekend so I figured maybe we could do something, ya know?” 


Fake Peppino shakes its head as it eats a forkful of eggs, “Mmmm…noooo, unless…other Peppino coming for a visit today?” 


Pizzahead’s hands shake slightly in response to Fake Peppino’s question, “W-well I would certainly…hope not.” His eyes nervously dart around the room just from the thought, though focusing on Fake Peppino helps calm his nerves slightly. 


“Maybe we could do a cookout today if the weather’s nice…if you aren’t tired of cooking of course. We could invite everyone in the tower; Pepperman, Noise, the other one. Could be fun. I’m sure we have enough leftover pizza topping supplies we could cook on a grill, maybe I could go pick up some liquor…” 


“Mm,” Fake Peppino responded, seemingly uninterested. 


“Well what do you wanna do?”


“Would…prefer some time with pizza pie…alone,” Fake Peppino responds bluntly. 


        “Ah!” Pizzahead responds, clearing his plate. He picks up Fake Peppino’s plate as well and deposits both in the sink for later cleaning. “So what were ya thinkin? Like taking a walk and looking for more bugs or?” 


“Inside.”


“Oh! Do you want to watch a movie?” Pizzahead asks, turning his head around to look at Fake Peppino after momentarily getting distracted from looking out of one of the windows. Fake Peppino merely sighs in response, chubby cheeks curving into a frown. 


“Well I can’t read your mind,” Pizzahead giggles slightly, poking Fake Peppino on the nose. Fake Peppino giggles back, a sort of wet and gurgly giggle, but a giggle nonetheless. They reach their arms out to lock fingers with Pizzahead, looking him in the eyes lovingly. 


“What is it darling?”


“Just let Feppino hold pizza pie for a minute, won’t be long.” 


A slight pink blush creeps across Pizzahead’s cheeks, but he obliges, though he can’t help but continue to be curious. 


“Pizza pieeee…we go to room?” 


Pizzahead blushes and nods slowly with a gulp, a slight shiver running up his spine. “What- er…what were you wanting to do there?”


Fake Peppino only grinned smugly in response. 


“I-I see…” Pizzahead tugged at his collar slightly. “I suppose we ought to go right away then, hmm?” 


Pizzahead felt his cheeks light up more as Fake Peppino took his hand, guiding the two back up the stairs eagerly and into the entrance of their bedroom. Their relationship was still very much new as far as relationships go, having only been together for about a month. The two had met unexpectedly, but after the initial shock of meeting the mimic, and learning to love and understand them, they had grown to form a solid partnership. 


Fake Peppino kisses Pizzahead on his nose as they place him on their bed, smiling and giggling happily, and Pizzahead’s eyes quickly dart downwards as Fake Peppino holds him by the wrists, catching a glimpse of something unfurling past their stomach. 


“Been feeeeeeling…..pent uppp….lately….” Fake Peppino mutters, letting go of Pizzahead to show off the thick, pitch black member that’s decided to show itself between their legs. The organ writhes and squirms nonchalantly as it hangs while Fake Peppino looks at Pizzahead, tilting their head to the side with a croak. 


“I-uh…take it, you want to put that in me?” Pizzahead asks, almost immediately met with an enthusiastic nod from his partner. 


“Golly…well I would love to,” Pizzahead blushes further, sitting up to pinch Fake Peppino on the cheek. “Why didn’t ya just tell me? Cutie pie…” Pizzahead then grabbed the mimic by the collar, pulling them closer to him, laying on his back against the bed as they loomed over him, one eye threatening to fall out of its socket and onto his chest. 


“Go ahead honey,” Pizzahead smiled softly, looking at Fake Peppino in a sultry manner before the mimic took the hint, arms snaking out towards Pizzahead’s neck, undoing his tie and throwing it aside. Pizzahead could feel himself starting to get wet, and he moves a hand towards his shirt buttons to help Fake Peppino undress him, though his hand is quickly moved away as Fake Peppino grabs both his wrists and pins him back against the bed. 


Leaning forward, Fake Peppino’s slimy lips tease the buttons with surprising dexterity. Pizzahead flinches a bit as they undo the first few buttons, taking a moment to slick their tongue in between his cleavage, causing him to inhale sharply. Fake Peppino lets go briefly and slides a hand against Pizzahead’s cheek, “Is this ok?” they ask, voice having a slight hint of concern in it. 


“Yes darling, it’s wonderful,” Pizzahead whispers, placing a brief kiss upon the mimic's lips. Fake Peppino nods and undoes the rest of the buttons relatively quickly, slipping Pizzahead’s shirt off with a slight amount of assistance, once again throwing the garment aside. They reach down to remove their lover’s shoes before going to work on his overalls, golden buttons unclicking as they pull the garment off of him, leaving him in just his undergarments, socks, and gloves. 


“Pretty, pretty, pretty…” Fake Peppino coos, placing a finger against Pizzahead’s groin, letting out a surprised chirp as they feel a slight wetness against their digit. 


“Ohh…needy pizza pieeee…” Feppino grins as Pizzahead squirms slightly in place, pepperoni cheeks flushing a brighter red than usual. 


“W-well…maybe you weren’t the only one who was a bit pent up…” Pizzahead giggles nervously. 


“Feppino thinks it’s sweet…allllllll needyyy jusssst for Feppi…” they say as they push aside the center fabric of Pizzahead’s underwear, giving them a partial view of his cunt. They slowly stroke their fingers around the lips as Pizzahead shakes one of his legs, foot loudly thumping against the bed like a rabbit. 


Once Pizzahead is sufficiently moist, Fake Peppino slips their fingers into their mouth, cleaning them of the fluid. 


“Garlickyyyy….”


Having wasted enough time, Fake Peppino gets right to business, slipping the tip of their member into Pizzahead’s pussy. Pizzahead lets out a small moan at this, feeling Fake Peppino enter him, and begin to rhythmically move their hips up and down. 


“You have- hah- no idea how long I’ve wanted this doll,” Pizzahead exclaims in between thrusts, legs spread as his hands explore the bed, trying to find something to grip for support. “I’ve wanted it for so long, I never thought-” 


Before Pizzahead can finish his sentence, Fake Peppino leans in to kiss him on the mouth, hands grabbing at the back of his crust with a moan before the touch is reciprocated, feeling gloved hands scrabbling at the mimic’s fluffy hair and fleshy headpiece. 


Pizzahead’s eyes close in a dreamy sigh as Fake Peppino’s tongue slips down his throat, finger-like growths tickling the slick surface. Fake Peppino’s tongue and phallus fit his insides so perfectly…they’re a little big, sure, but it wasn’t as if Pizzahead was complaining. A muffled chuckle rises from his throat, feeling so loved and so safe in the mimic’s arms. 


Pizzahead wiggles his toes before readjusting himself, wiggling his hips back and forth, urging Fake Peppino to go faster. One of Pizzahead’s hands reaches down to touch Fake Peppino’s belly, rubbing back and forth in encouragement. 


Fake Peppino felt close now, whimpering as they sped up. They grab Pizzahead’s hands and place them on their hips for support, before reaching their own hands towards Pizzahead’s breasts. They grab and grope Pizzahead’s chest, feeling them jiggle and bounce against their hands as they buck their hips. 


Pizzahead moans as Fake Peppino rubs their thumbs into the center of his breasts. The mimic lets Pizzahead breathe as their tongue slips out of his throat with a wet pop, letting out a surprised gasp as Pizzahead immediately wraps his arms around them tight, pulling them closer and almost causing them to lose their grip in the process. 


With an inhuman growl, Fake Peppino opens their mouth wide and clamps their teeth down upon the soft flesh of one of Pizzahead’s boobs, causing him to yelp before the mimic reels its teeth back, opting to simply suck on his chest with a guttural groan, pulling the straps and cups of his bra down. 


“Feppino-Feppino-Feppino-” Pizzahead moaned, much louder than before, overwhelmed with the sensation of pleasure. Fake Peppino’s face turns cherry red at their boyfriend’s noises, a rumbling purr bellowing up their throat. 


Feeling desperate, Fake Peppino finally releases, causing Pizzahead to whimper and dig his fingers into Fake Peppino’s back as he feels his womb being filled. It lasts a long while, feeling as though it will never end, the only sounds in the room being the moans of the two mixing together in perfect harmony. 


“Mineeeee…” Fake Peppino growls as they finish, pulling out and retracting their cock as they slump down, clambering onto the bed to lay next to Pizzahead, rolling over onto their back as well. 


“Golly…” Pizzahead’s breath is ragged and heavy as he comes back to reality, chest moving up and down with each breath, face red and eyes wide. He lets out a small whimper as he rolls onto his side to hug Fake Peppino again, burying his face into Fake Peppino’s chest and belly. 


A faint smile spreads across Fake Peppino’s lips as they place a tender kiss on Pizzahead’s bright red nose. Pizzahead snuggles further against them, taking in their scent- they smell like freshly churned butter, cheesy and creamy. 


“I love you,” Pizzahead whispers. 


“I loveeee yoooooou tooooo….”