Experimentation

To think one would know a guy…

Fido lied on his back and watched the fan in his ceiling twirl and a sluggish rate. His eyes narrowed as he turned his head and looked out the window, the slight beams of sun pierced through the window blinds and struck his face. He turned only seconds after.

Fido rose off the couch and made way toward the kitchen. As he shut the refrigerator door, he couldn’t help but notice the photo stuck on the outside of the door. It was a picture of him and Fox, as puppies, playing in a garden of some sort. They were absolutely filthy, and Fox was laughing at how a small pile of dirt accumulated on the top of Fido’s head. Fido smiled warmly at the memory, but the smile went away seconds later. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and consumed it in 3 gulps. Setting the glass in the sink, Fido noticed a yellow note lying on the counter. It read:


“Dear Fido,

Went to the Dungeons and Dragons convention in Minnesota. I’ll be back in a week. If anything happens, please either call me on my cell or go to Bino’s house.

~Dad

P.S. Sabrina called earlier. She’s visiting relatives and won’t be back until next Tuesday.”


Fido crumpled the note in his hand and tossed it in the dumpster. Glancing back at the photo, Fido stared at the picture with a look of confusion and empathy.



The good old dogs club was having another weekly meeting. Bino was again making a hate speech toward cats, Fox was enjoying a book, not paying any attention to the meeting, and Fido just stood there, amused by how funny his younger brother acted.

“And if I find another doggie voodoo doll stuffed with kitty litter, I’ll go to that purple menace herself and shove it down her throat!”

A few dogs cheered, Fox did nothing, and Fido couldn’t help but laugh to himself. He knew that Bino couldn’t beat up a hamster, let alone a cat. Plus, he knew that Grape had beaten Bino countless times, often because he was annoying.

Bino glared at his older brother. “You got something to say, Fido?” He asked in a menacing tone. The other dogs stopped cheering and looked at Fido, who simply put up his paws and grinned. “Oh, nothing.” He said. “Please continue.”

Bino stared at Fido for a half-second before continuing. “Anyway, Grape thinks she can win by sending gay-ass dolls in our mail. Well she’s wrong.”

Fox’s ear twitched and he looked up from his book to look at Bino. Bino turned and noticed that Fox seemed to be glaring at him before the husky returned to his book. “What? Don’t tell me you’re skeptical about our plan too?” Fox said nothing; only the sound of a “Hm.” escaped him. Fido looked around with surprise at how suddenly quiet everyone was.

Bino, frustrated by Fox’s attitude, stepped off his podium and marched to where Fox was sitting. Fido gasped quietly as he watched Bino rip the book out of Fox’s paws. “HEY, are you listening?” He shouted. Fox looked up at Bino, the husky’s ears flattening. “I was reading that.” He muttered quietly. The other dogs stood frozen, watching the spectacle before them. Fido clenched his fists, ready to get involved if things got ugly.

“I don’t care.” Bino snarled. “We’re briefing on how to get back at the cats, and you’re just sitting here reading…” Bino took a minute to glace at the cover of the book. It was hot pink, believe it or not, with a black binding. There didn’t to seem to be anything written on the cover, so Bino flipped through a few pages before dropping it at Fox’s feet. “And you’re just sitting here reading some gay-ass shit and ignoring us.”

Fox’s ear twitched, an expression of offence formed on his face. “I beg your pardon?” He whispered, the husky’s voice almost inaudible. “Did you just say, ‘Gay-ass shit’?”

Bino smirked, poking the book with one of his toes. “Yeah.” He said in a rather nasty tone. “It’s all stupid, homo, bullshit.” He shrugged, slightly turning himself away from Fox. “You’d have to be a total queer to like that kind of stu-

At that moment, Fox’s fist met Bino’s face, his clenched paw landing directly on Bino’s muzzle.

The crowd gasped as Bino collapsed to the floor, the punch knocking him out cold. Fido looked with shock as he looked from Fox to the unconscious Bino, to Fox again. Fox walked over to the book. “Lucky for you,” He began, picking up the book and turning away from the other dogs. “I am.” And then he left, exiting through the club’s front door. The entire room was silent as a few dogs came over and helped Bino up. “Wuzzza…Huh?” He mumbled, looking toward Rex. “Mommy, is that you?”

Fido watched the dazed Bino recover for a few moments before turning his gaze to the door.


Fido walked out of the house and into the cul-de-sac, where the other pets were playing and chatting. However, Fido didn’t feel like going near any of them and merely sat at the curb in front of his house, staring at the street.

“Excuse me, but you do look troubled. Is something wrong?”

Fido looked up and saw Tarot standing there. He looked at her for a moment before resuming his staring contest with the street. “Hey Tarot.” He mumbled. A few moments of silence passed both of them before Tarot spoke again. “Would it have anything to do with Fox?” She asked, tiling her head slightly. Fido looked up at Tarot when he heard Fox’s name. He gave a slight nod. Tarot smiled and sat down next to Fido.

“You’re mad at him, are you?”

Fido gulped, choosing his words carefully, his gaze now locked on the asphalt.

“It’s not that… I’m not mad at all… It’s…”

Fido gripped the curb tighter, clenching his teeth. “I’ve known him since forever. We’re best pals. Why would he keep a secret like this from me, from anyone?” Tarot placed a paw on Fido’s shoulder. “That is a question you must ask him yourself.” She said calmly and quietly.

Fido’s head turned sharply at Tarot. “How?! I don’t even know where he is!” He snapped. Tarot blinked and stared at Fido, who apologized moments later. Tarot got up and began to walk away, turning her head towards Fido.

“He’s been residing in the forest since last night. If you go now he’ll still be there.”


Fido wandered through the forest for what seemed like hours. He called Fox’s name repeatedly, but there was no response. Fido sight and was about to turn and go home when his nose suddenly picked up the scent of burnt firewood coming from his left

“Fox.” Fido muttered to himself as he ran in the direction of the scent. Hopefully, his years in the academy would pay off, and he would find Fox. The thought of him alone out in the autumn night. It almost terrified Fido.

It wasn’t long before Fido reached where the scent was coming from. A campfire, dead, with a few small embers remaining, let out small traces of smoke in the air. Fido looked around and found a large blue sleeping bag lying on the ground, with a small bag lying next to it. Attached to the bag, were a set of dog tags. Fido gulped as he crouched down and shook it lightly, fearing for the worst.

The sleeping bag didn’t move…

Fido felt a pang of anxiety hit his stomach.

…at first, then it stirred as a white, furry head sprouted from the top of the bag.

“What th-“

His eyes widened at the sight of Fido looking at him. He quickly got out of the bag and stood upright, brushing leaves off his bomber jacket. “Oh, hey. What’s up?” He said with a nervous grin.

Fido got up and glared at the husky. He crossed his arms and stood there. “I need to talk to you.” He said.

Fox’s grin melted away and was replaced with a look of sadness. He reached for his bag and removed the dog tags, placing them around his neck. He sat down on a fallen log and looked at his scowling friend. “About what?” He asked calmly. Fido clenched his teeth in frustration. This must have been what Bino felt like yesterday.

“About yesterday!” Fido shouted. “I have two questions for you.” Fido held 2 fingers in front of Fox. “One: why did you punch Bino?” Fido lowered one finger. “And two…” Bino hesitated, gulping before continuing. “Are you really… Um… Well... You know…”

Fox sighed as he finished Fido’s question. “Gay?”

Fido flinched, but said nothing, sitting next to his husky friend. Fox stared at his feet for a few moments before answering.

“Yeah.”

Fox winced, peeking at Fido out of the corner of his eye. But Fido’s look of frustration was gone, replaced by one of confusion. “Since when?” He asked.

Fox looked up at the trees. “I guess since I visited my cousin’s, but I feel it’s a bit longer than that…” He fixed the color of his jacket, which stood out wrong.

“Why didn’t you tell me, or anyone else?” Fido asked.

Fox sighed. He adjusted his position so he was lying on the ground with his feet resting on the log. “I dunno, I guess I was afraid. Of what you would think, of what the other dogs would think.” He paused; his right paw cupped the left paw, the one that slugged Bino. “I guess Bino already knew, and he wanted me to know that he didn’t like it.” Fido wrapped his arms around his body and shivered. Fox noticed this and got up, removed his jacket and placed it on the shivering dog. “Here, this’ll keep you warm.” He said. “I’ll be fine.

The forest seemed quiet as Fido adjusted to the large jacket, his body heating up rather quickly. Fido’s nose picked up traces of Fox’s sent radiating from the jacket, but the powerful scent of the firewood made it barely noticeable. Fido stood up and smiled. “I don’t think the other dogs would mind.” He said. Fox looked at Fido, a look of confusion appeared on his face. “Huh?” he asked, sitting upright on the log. Fido chuckled.

“Fox, you’re an intelligent, kind fellow who’d give away his jacket to make someone happy. The dogs know this, I know this, and Bino knows this. I don’t think that they really care if you’re gay or not. What they care about is the kindness and help you’ll give to others. Sure, Bino’s a jerk. But if you come back, then you’ll prove you’re better that him. And I’m sure the others will accept you anyways. I mean, it’s not like you’re a criminal-turned-dog, are you?”

Fox gave a chuckle. “No, I guess I’m not. Thanks… I think...” Fido grasped Fox’s paw and shook it, a large grin formed on his face.

Fido sat down next to his friend and sighed. “So… Now what?”

Fox turned to Fido and grinned. “You got anymore ‘questions’ for me? Anything you want to know about ‘the other side’?” Fido laughed and shook his head. “No, no thank you.” Fox moved closer to Fido, arching and eyebrow. “C’mon, aren’t you the least bit ‘curious’?” He asked, his tone became strangely lower. Fido stiffened, but he let out a laugh. “Are you flirting with me?” He said.

“Maybe.”

Fido paused before he gave shrug and nodded his head. “Okay… Maybe I’m a ‘little’ curious…” He admitted quietly. He thought about what Sabrina was doing right now. Fox moved even closer, his muzzle right at Fido’s ear. “Have you ever kissed a boy before?” He whispered, his voice now dangerously low.

Fido gasped, his body suddenly felt warmer as he turned his head to look at the suggestive husky, his scent hitting Fido’s nostrils completely. Their muzzles were only inches apart. “W-Well I have thought about it…” He said, his voice trailing off as his muzzled pressed against Fox’s. Fido let out a muffled gasp, his stomach felt a light bit queasy, but the rest of his body felt like he was floating. He let out a soft moan as he felt Fox’s tongue wrestle with his own. He felt like he did the first time he spent a night with Sabrina.

The excitement of trying something new.

The anxiety of his fear of getting caught.

The euphoria of doing something that was considered “forbidden”.


Yes, Fido felt these feelings, and it was all from kissing his husky friend.

Fox broke the kiss and pulled away. Fido gasped as he suddenly felt Fox’s hand at his groin. “Don’t worry. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.” Fido put a paw around Fox’s wrist, as if he wanted to pull it away. But he didn’t. He kept it there for a few seconds before he removed it, permitting Fox to continue, and so Fox did. Fox positioned himself in front of the police dog’s groin. Cupping Fido’s balls and toying with his sheath until, finally, Fido’s arousal was completely exposed, 7-inches of pink throbbing swollen meat. Fox looked up at Fido, whose expression was filled with lust and want. He nodded his head, allowing Fox to continue.

Fox grinned and pumped the erection in his hands a few times before he began to use his muzzle. Fido gasped as he felt Fox’s tongue trace around Fido’s hard member. He threw his head back and made a large moan as he felt Fox take him completely, sucking on Fido’s shaft gently. Fido’s nails scratched the log as Fox continued to blow him, his head bobbing from the tip all the way to the knot. After what felt like an eternity, Fido was snapped out of a pleasure filled daze by the cold autumn air that hit his sensitive cock, still wet with pre and saliva. He was about to ask why he stopped, but as he looked up, he was greeted by the 8-inches of red cock that belonged to Fox.

The husky placed his hands on Fido’s shoulders as he place his cock in front of Fido’s. He paused for a few minutes before glancing at Fido, who gave a slight nod, indicating that he was ready for whatever Fox had in store for him. Fox suddenly began thrusting up and down, up and down, slings his hips against Fido’s. Fido gasped and wrapped his arms around Fox’s neck, grasping him tightly as if to never let go. Fox continued to thrust harder, grinding both erections against each other. The natural lube created from their cocks made each thrust nice and smooth.

Fido was gone, the pleasure he felt in his cock, combined with the overpowering scent that came from Fox made him loose grip on himself and he thrusted his hips back, applying more pressure between the two throbbing members.

All of a sudden, Fox’s gasps became shorter, his thrusts harder and faster. Fido snapped out of his lust filled daze and realized that Fox was coming close, and so was Fido. He gripped tighter on the husky, his climax approaching like a freight train. He could feel his know swelling as it pressed against Fox’s knot, which began to swell as well. Fido began to moan loudly, bucking against Fox’s hardness faster and faster until finally…

“Oh, FOX! FOX!”

Fido blew his load first, covering Fox’s chest and Fido’s face in sticky seed, and then it was Fox, who covered Fido’s chest in the milky fluid. The two fell off the log and onto the ground. They were both spent, and tired, and did not move for several minutes, trying to catch their breaths. Fox looked at Fido. “So… did you… enjoy that?” He asked. Fido didn’t answer. He wiped as much seed off his face as he could, and whisked it away. He examined the small amount left on this thumb, licked it, and revolted at the taste. Fox chuckled. Fido looked at Fox, a wide grin on his face.

“You know, this doesn’t mean I’m gay.” He said.
“I know.” Fox said. “I’d say you’re more… ‘Bicurious’, that’s all.”

“Oh really?” Fido asked, crossing his arms. “And what do you suppose this was?”

Fox laughed. “Well, I’d say this was nothing more that a bit of ‘sexual experimentation’, that’s all.”

Sick Day

“Oh and Fido? Bino’s got a cold, so please keep watch over for him while I’m gone. Thank you.”

Fido sighed as he watched Bino’s Dad’s car drive off. He returned inside the house and began to sulk on the outside porch. “This blows.” He muttered quietly. He was off duty today, and was unable to find anything to do. So to cure his boredom, he decided to watch over his brother, Bino, while Bino’s dad took Maxwell to get a routine checkup at the vet. He suddenly began to regret ever taking the job in the first place, he wasn’t getting paid, Spo was “somewhere”, and now he was twice as bored as before. He began to think of asking Fox over when the sound of thunder tore through his thoughts. He raised his head sharply and discovered it was raining outside. “Great.” He muttered sarcastically as he entered the house.

Fido did not sit on the couch for less than a minute before he heard Bino’s raspy voice call out, “Dad. Dad?” Fido sighed and entered the bedroom, only to see the surprised face of Bino, his head the only thing visible under the covers. “What do you want Bino?” Fido asked. Bino just stared at him with confusion. “Where’s dad?” He asked with a cough. Fido sighed and crossed his arms. “He went to take Max to the vet, so he asked me to watch over you. He walked back to the living room. “Holler if you need anything. But Bino just grumbled sinking himself deeper into the covers.

Fido sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time and flicked on the TV. He suddenly began to wonder what Fox was doing. He recalled that he was planning on taking that corgi somewhere. But Fido wasn’t paying any real attention. After all, they were doing it at the moment. Fox’s ripped body pressing against Fido’s, their members rubbing against each other. Fido got chills just remembering about it, his hand unconsciously moving to his sheath. He began to pant as his thoughts became more and more erotic. But just as he was about to be in the moment, it was ruined by the annoying pitch of Bino’s voice, now calling out to Fido this time. Fido groaned in sexual frustration as he began to get up. But all of a sudden, a thought began to enter his mind. A strange and peculiar thought. Fido quickly shook it away. “Nah…” he thought, “Come on, it’s my brother for dog’s sake. Could I really…?” He glanced at the hallway leading to where Bino was resting.

“Could I really…?

Fido approached Bino’s bed and sighed. “What’s it this time, Bino?” He asked in a slightly anxious tone. Bino glanced up to Fido and shivered. “It’s cold in here, I’m freezing.” Fido felt a pang in this stomach for some odd reason. He looked over to the thermostat. “Bino, it’s 75 degrees, don’t you dare ask me to turn it up when it is boiling outside.” Bino sniffed and turned to his side, facing Fido. “Then could you at least put something here to make me feel warmer?”

Fido flinched in response to the question. “Don’t do it.” He repeated in his head. “Don’t do it. Do it. Don’t do it. Do it. Don’t do it. Don’t…” Fido gave a big sigh and turned towards the sickly dog. “Sure Bino.” He answered with a mischievous grin on his face. “And I’ve got just the thing…”

Fido went to the opposite side of the covers to Bino and began to get into the bed with him. Bino didn’t even get a chance to utter a word as Fido began to hold him in a spooning fashion, both of their bodies hidden under the covers. “Warmer yet?” Bino whispered in Bino’s ear quietly. Bino suddenly began to squirm, but was unable to escape Fido’s grasp over him. “Hey, what gives?” He shouted, still flailing. But Fido suddenly covered his muzzle with his right paw, causing Bino to come to a complete stop. “You know.” Fido whispered a playful look on his face. “I was having a wonderful fantasy a while ago, until you had to spoil it. His left paw suddenly began trailing down Bino’s stomach. “And now,” His left paw grasped Bino’s groin, causing a muffled yelp. “You’re gonna have to pay for that…”

Bino gave a muffled whimper as his brother continued to violate him, his eyes shimmered with tears. “Stop, please.” He said through Fido’s paw. But Fido simply licked Bino’s ear. “Sorry, not gonna happen.” He grasped Bino’s how erect member and squeezed, causing Bino to flinch slightly. “But it looks like you don’t really mind at all. Do you?”

Suddenly, Fido began pumping Bino’s shaft. His paw quickly moving from the tip all the way to the knot rapidity. Bino began to gasp and moan as feeling of pleasure began to erupt from him. Fido then removed the paw from Bino’s mouth and moved it to Bino’s knot, giving it light squeezes. Bino suddenly began to lightly thrust into Fido’s hands, his body moving rigidly under the bed sheets. It wasn’t long before Bino’s breath became short and his thrusts became faster. Fido recognized this and gripped his knot tightly with one paw as the other paw moved to the tip of Bino’s member, catching his seed as it spilled out. Bino let out a large moan as the orgasm washed over him, but the bliss he was experiencing was short-lived as he suddenly felt a burning pain erupt from his backside.

Bino screamed as Fido entered his brother’s tailhole with his member, using his brother’s seed as lubricant. He wrapped his arms tightly around Bino as he waited for Bino to stop screaming. When he finally did, Fido felt his chest spasm as Bino began to quietly sob. Fido sighed and licked Bino’s ear again. “Just relax.” He whispered. “And you’ll enjoy it, I promise.” Bino sobbed for a few more seconds followed by a cough before nodding.

As soon as Fido began thrusting again, Bino began to moan. His prostate was being poked repeatedly by Fido’s cock and it caused him to become hard again. His paws now gripping around Fido’s hips, as if he was trying to hold on to something. Fido bit his brother lightly on the shoulder as he began to thrust harder, a duet of moans erupting from the both of them. Fido reached over and grasped Bino’s member again, his fingers rubbing and squeezing the dog’s sensitive knot. Bino suddenly let out a large cry as he came, his seed spilling onto the bed and the sheets. This resulted in Fido, his member being squeezed by Bino’s tailhole, to loose it and shove him self directly into Bino. Bino gasped at pleasure and pain he received as Fido tied him. He came a third time as he felt Fido’s knot swell up inside him, and Fido received a much longer orgasm as a result.

Bino and Fido stared at each other, both of sticky and tired from their little endeavor. All Bino could do was lick Fido on the nose before falling asleep. Fido gave a warm smile before he began to fall asleep too, a final thought passing through his mind.

“I guess this wasn’t so boring after all. I wonder what Fox is doing…”

Fun At The Barnyard

Grape’s eyes snapped open as she awoke from her nap. She had to look around twice before remembering she was at her Uncle Ruben’s farm for what seemed like the fortieth time, and she fell asleep due to boredom only a few hours ago. Grape got off the windowsill she was napping on and sighed. “If only Ruben has a Nintendo or something.” She muttered. The only game system she brought was a DS, but the energy died on the trip there and she didn’t feel like charging it. She had the latest “Pridelands” book, but the trip was so long that she was actually able to reread the book not once, but four times.

Grape finally gave up with trying to entertaining herself and decided to go look for Peanut. At least the would be able to find some sort of fun in this dump.

She looked around the living room she was resting in.

No sign of Peanut.

She moved onto the bedrooms upstairs.

No Peanut.

She looked in the bathrooms.

No sign of the ‘Nut.

She then walked into the kitchen where Grape’s mom and aunt were cooking something rather odd. “Hey mom?” Grape asked, examine a yellow colored object on the table that she assumed was a vegetable. Mrs. Sandwich turned to face the purple cat. “Hmm, something wrong, sweetie?” She said in a light, cheery voice. Grape looked away from the “vegetable” and looked at her mother. “Do you know what happened to Peanut? I haven’t heard from him in a while and I’m getting anxious.” Mrs. Sandwich looked off in the distance, as if she was trying to remember something a long time ago. Grape’s whiskers twitched as she saw a hint of remembrance flash in her mother’s eyes. “Ah, yes. Peanut went to play with your cousins in the barnyard. You know, the 'barn cats'?” Grape nodded with a smile, thanking her mother before walking away, hopeful that Peanut and the cousins could include them in whatever fun they were having.

As Grape walked towards the barn, she spotted Rufus, lying under a tree. She didn’t feel like talking to him, but she waved to him and he waved back. Followed by a wink. Grape shuddered as she quickened her pace, almost breaking into a complete run as she reached the barn. As soon as she stopped herself, she caught her breath and turned towards the entrance of the barn.

She then froze, eyes widened, mouth open to a complete gape at what she saw.

There was Peanut, on his knees with his arms tied behind his back with three cats surrounding him. He was blindfolded and his ears were apparently taped down to the sides of his head, and his collar was removed and hanging against the wall. Grape then glanced down to see one of the cat’s heads was directly in front of Peanut’s groin. But the gasps escaping from Peanut gave Grape a solid idea of what the cat was doing to her best friend.

“Like what you see?”

Grape turned her head sharply towards a black tabby, who was sitting in a haystack right next to the barn’s entrance. She jumped off the haystack and stood in front of Grape, a mischievous look upon her face. “Well?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Speak up!” Grape flinched, before grossing her arms and giving a cold stare at the tabby. “Okay then,” She said quietly, gesturing a hand at Peanut. “W-What the hell are you doing to my friend?” She asked. The tabby laughed and walked toward Peanut, placing a paw on his shoulder, his head turning towards it. “Listen, honey, we girls stay at this farm for years. And after a while, it get’s boring.” She brought her paw under Peanut’s muzzle and lightly stroked it. “So we like to fuck to pass the time.” She removed the paw and turned towards Grape again. “However, Rufus pasted his prime ages ago.” She scowled. “So we didn’t really have anyone until he came along.” She and the other girls giggled, except the one who was still sucking Peanut off. “And it was so easy to get him off too…” She said quietly, she voice trailing off.


“Excuse me? Is someone already in here?” Peanut looked nervously through the barn door and crept inside slowly, a pillow clutched under his arm. One of the cats giggled at him. “Oh, it’s that cute visiting dog.” She said in a falsetto tone. Another cat, a black tabby, gave Peanut a rather seductive look, causing Peanut to gulp and tug lightly at his collar. There were 3 cats in the barn and each of them had a pillow. “We were about to have a pillow fight in slow motion.” The other cat explained. “Did you want to join us?” Peanut dropped his pillow; his arms drooped down as he babbled uncontrollably. The black cat made a fake pout. “That sounded like a no. Let’s go somewhere else and never bring it up again.” The two other cats nodded and began to leave when suddenly…

“Wait!”

The trio stopped and turned towards Peanut who picked up his pillow and ringed it in his hands. “I’d love to have a pillow fight.” The cats giggled to each other. “Got him.” The black tabby muttered to her sister as the three of them walked toward Peanut.


The black tabby smiled at Grape. “So if you wanna do anything to him, I suggest you do it right now.” Her smile turned into a smirk. “You might not get such a chance back home, if you know what I mean.” Grape gasped. “Chance?” She asked. The tabby giggled. “Are you stupid? What I’m saying is, if you wanna fuck him now, FUCK HIM NOW!” Grape flinched at the tabby’s outburst, but nothing but a single “Uh.” escaped her muzzle. The tabby rolled her eyes. “God, are you stupid.” She turned and walked toward the cat that was sucking off Peanut, a yellow tabby, and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. “Move.” She commanded in a calm clear voice. Grape heard an audible pop followed by a gasp by Peanut.

“Are you done yet?” The black tabby asked.

“Sorry...” The yellow tabby gave a sheepish grin and her ears fell back.

“Just move out of the way so ‘she’ can see him.”

The yellow tabby looked back to see Grape, and gave a soft murr. “Oh…” She purred. “Okay then.” She moved her body out of the way, resting on one of the hay stacks and licked her paws. As she moved away, she gave Grape complete view of Peanut’s member, red, swollen, and throbbing. She gasped and brought a hand up to her muzzle. The black tabby smiled and pointed at Peanut’s throbbing length. “You sure you don’t wanna ride this thing?” She asked, looking from Grape to Peanut’s member. “Look, his knot’s already puffed out.” She murmured in a mock-pouty tone. Grape didn’t say anything, his breath was caught. “He about… 8 inches, right?” She turned to the other cats, who nodded in agreement. Grape still didn’t respond. The black cat rolled her eyes and sighed. She walked over and grabbed Grape forcibly by the arm, before pulling her toward Peanut, who, as Grape noticed, was behaving unusually quiet the entire time, not uttering a single word. “Yeah, he was quite talkative a while ago, but after cumming a few times, he just decided to stay quiet.” The tabby tried pulling Grape’s arm toward the bound up dog, but Grape freed herself from the tabby’s grasp before she could do anything. The tabby sighed in frustration. “God dammit, could you at least touch it, for pity’s sake?” She asked Grape. Grape turned toward the tabby, giving her a sharp glare. “Relax,” she said, grabbing Grape’s arm again. “He can’t hear or see you. He can only feel.” Before Grape could protest, she felt the tabby place Grape’s paw on Peanut’s member and rap her fingers around it.

A gasp escaped from not only Peanut, but Grape as well. Grape was amazed. Peanut felt so hot to the touch, and she could feel the veins in his member throb in time with his heartbeat every second. She slowly stroked his member once, feeling the stiffness of it. Every time she felt his member throb, she felt a small hint of pleasure escape from her body. The black tabby grinned as she watched Grape sink into her own feelings of lust, while the other sat watching her and giggling to themselves. Grape sighed and turned toward the black tabby. “Alright.” She said with a sigh. “I’ll do it once. And that’s it.” The tabby laughed. “That’s fine with me” She said. “Just try not to make a mess…”

Grape positioned Peanut so he was lying on his back. The girls readjusted his arms so they were forward, but the blindfold and tape kept him blind and deaf from the world. Grape sat on top of Peanut, taking a deep breath and positioning Peanut’s throbbing member at her entrance. She turned toward the three barn cats, who only giggled and clapped their hands. “Go when your ready, Grape.” The black one said. Grape nodded and removed her collar, setting it aside. She took another deep breath. “Sorry Peanut.” She whispered, his tip lightly pressing the lips to her entrance. “I just hope you’ll like this better that I will.”

She took him in halfway, gasping as he expanded her inner walls. “Fuck.” She cursed as she slowly reached his knot, only to pull upwards back to the tip. But before she could do anything, Peanut’s hips pushed upward and he slammed himself deep into Grape, causing her to cry out. Her head spun as her recovered from the powerful thrust. She took a breath and lifted herself slightly, allowing Peanut to thrust into her, small gasps escaping his muzzle. Grape looked down at Peanut and couldn’t help but smile. He looked helpless, despite pounding himself into her. It was rather cute. She bent forward and kissed him on the forehead, removing the blindfold with her muzzle as she pulled back. The 3 other cats flinched as they saw what Grape did, but Grape didn’t worry. Peanut’s eyes were shut tightly, his muzzle open with large pants. He suddenly began thrusting at a faster pace. Grape untapped his ears, which returned to the top of his head.

The red tabby turned sharply to the black one. “Why is she doing that? Does she want him to know it’s her?” The black cat scoffed. “Child, he knew it was her before they even began fucking…” The yellow tabby cocked her head. “What do you mean?” She asked. The black tabby crossed her arms. “When we were repositioning Peanut, the tape on one of his ears came off and he heard Grape’s tag clink against the ground. We have no collars, so he probably assumed it was Grape, but didn’t bother to do anything about it.” The red and yellow cats looked at each other. “Why?” They asked in unison. The black tabby scoffed, point at Grape and Peanut, who were both loudly moaning and thrusting in the middle of the barn. “Isn’t it obvious?” She asked.

Grape placed a paw on Peanut’s chest; she felt his rapid heartbeat and moaned, grinding herself against Peanut, who was now bucking like crazy. He suddenly began to make extremely short breaths, which indicated he was getting close. Grape took one large breath and slammed herself down on Peanut the moment he thrusted upward, taking Peanut completely. Grape remained still as she felt Peanut’s know swell inside her, she shuddered as she felt her orgasm overtake her, then gasped as she felt Peanut shoot his seed into her.

Grape fell onto Peanut’s chest; felling his body unclench and hearing his heartbeat slow down. She made a quiet purr as she felt a glory nap overtake, her last thought being how she was capable of falling asleep after she woke up.

The three cats surrounded the pair. “Aww.” The yellow one whined. “Is he spent?” The black tabby looked at the pair from another angle. “Nope, not at all. He’s just tied to her, that’s all. He’ll be ready in just a bit. But don’t worry girls; we got them for another 2 weeks, so things are only staring to get fun.”