Loli FemAnon

First part by Anonymoys;

>Be innocent loli femanon

>In this world you tower over a lot of the creatures, but you just tell yourself it's because you hit your growth spurt early

>Along with their small size, the colors and expressions made everything here so cute

>Omega kawaii~

>You can't help but hug them, and pet them, and squeeze them, and call them George

>The local residents eventually accepted that your cuddling was harmless, and trying to escape only made it worse

>You're sure they actually like it; some more than others

>That red one keeps bumping into you

 

>Today there is a new visitor in town

>You spot a brooding kitty with feathers in the street

>The way she looks at the ponies with silent yet naive anger is just too adorable

>She's like a declawed cat, it's all posturing

>You can't help yourself

>With the finesse of a tiger, you leap onto your prey and immediately start petting her

 

>"AH! Get off!"

>She struggles in your tight grip, but that only makes you hug harder

>You pet her and cheerily hum in pleasure

>The sound of purring soon fills your ears

>Your mind is made up

"I'm gonna take you home"

 

My continuation;

>Be not so loli anymore Anon

>Your kitty has been begging to be petted and your about to oblige her

>Just as your hand slides down your ill fitting shimapan(striped panties), a pair of eyes look up from over the edge of the bed.

"UGH, Rover! You know it's another hour before you get your cuddles."

>"I know, but rover get lonely without master."

"Aww, you silly puppy, come to mama."

>He jumps onto the bed and scrambles to lay himself next you while pressing against you with his back as best he can.

"Okay, okay! Settle down."

>His tail wags happily as you take the big spoon position.

"Have you been a good boy today?"

>"Rover always good boy. Always try at least."

"Then I guess it's time to play Red Rocket!"

>He's quick to spread his legs while you reach around to grab his canine girth.

"Let's see how good you've gotten at counting down."

>With a firm grip, you begin stroking his meaty mass, taking extra care to put some pressure on his knot while you feel the moisture rise between your thighs.

>A couple minutes later, his breathing becomes hitched and he starts counting down from ten as he begins to pulse in your grasps

>"ten, nine, eight, one less than eight, one less than that, five? Potato, thrrrRREEEE!!!"

>His feeble attempt at counting is cut off as he begins to ejaculate off to the side of the bed before going slack from the effort.

"Blast off! You almost got it that time."

>"Rover... sorry."

"Aw, don't be sad, you know I still love giving all my pets a good petting. Now go get the peanut butter so you can help me pet myself."

>He takes off in a hurry as you go back to warming yourself up.

>God you love your pets.