The next couple of weeks went by very quickly. As the Sandwich family’s weekend visit to the summer home ended, Grape decided to cut a “deal” with Peanut. For the next few weeks, Peanut would use his special pillow again and again, driving his primal lusts out of his body, while he allowed Grape to watch this event whenever it happened. When Peanut asked why, Grape said:
“Because it’s funny, that’s why.”
However, the both secretly knew that wasn’t the true reason, but they were apparently too embarrassed to admit it.
Still, this continued on for what seemed like forever, almost daily. Until one day, things decided to change.
It was another night. Mr. and Mrs. Sandwich were fast asleep for who knows what reason. Oh, right, they were exhausted from their jobs earlier that day.
Grape quietly crept past the door to her parent’s bedroom, which let out a loud snore every few seconds and down the hallway to Peanut’s room. When she opened it quietly, she noticed Peanut was quietly reading a book and listening to his headphones.
The room was a simple one. One bed, one closet, a small box in the corner that had, “ART STUFFZ” crudely written on the sides of it with a black marker. He looked up as he noticed her presence, and quickly flicked the headphones off.
“Grape!” He whispered. “Um… What are you-?”
Grape folded her arms and smirked. “Oh please. You know exactly why I’m here…”
Peanut responded by giving a nervous grin back and his legs folded slightly and he began blushing. “A-anyway...” He began, getting out of the bed. Grape instantly noticed his sheath was beginning to expose himself, and tried her best to keep her composure. “I suppose you want to use my bed again?”
She nodded her head and jumped onto Peanut’s bed as the canine went to his closest and pulled out the body pillow, which had a few noticeable white stains on it. “Yes.” She remarked in a slightly childish tone, her tongue stuck out playfully. Peanut smiled back. Despite how awkward it seemed, this was actually a nice way to get close to Grape, even if it meant substituting a body pillow for the real thing.
As Grape watched Peanut lie on top of the pillow, she sighed and began to lightly stroke at her groin with the tips of her fingers. Even though, she was already getting excited just from thinking about what would happen, she didn’t want to do anything thing yet.
“Ready?” Grape asked, adjusting her position on the bed so she was lying on her back, a head pillow fell off and landed on the floor.
Peanut nodded and adjusted his hips for one second before he began thrusting. Grape watched with a feeling of excitement as Peanut began to hump the pillow, his coarse breath sounded like he was jogging, and a simple gasp of pleasure escaped his muzzle now and again.
The purple cat lightly stuck a single digit into her now moist opening. She purred and sunk the finger deeper before adding another finger. Grape suddenly began sliding the fingers in and out of her special place. Her face grew hot and she began to pant, but her eyes didn’t break their gaze on Peanut’s thrusting hips.
It suddenly became obvious to her. Like an epiphany of lust.
She had to see it; she had to see how big he was…
She stopped masturbating and looked at her paw. It was now slightly dampened with her female juices and she could tell it was emitting a scent of primal need. She knew right away that this was how she was going to get him.
Quickly, she jumped down to Peanut, who was now looking at Grape with a confused expression, but only slowed down his thrusts. He didn’t stop them.
He did stop them, however, when she basically shoved her sex into his face.
Peanut reeled back in surprise, landing on his back. “Wh-what are you doing?” He whispered, trying not to awaken the sleeping parents.
Grape brought a finger to his muzzle. The strong scent of her arousal hit his nostrils and made his head dizzy. Still, he tried to resist.
“I’m sorry, but you’ve proven to be quite “interesting”, if I say so myself.” She smirked and kissed Peanut on the nose.
She glanced down at his erection, now exposed, and stared. “Interesting indeed…” She said quietly. Peanut followed her gaze and turned bright red. But before he could do anything, Grape grabbed the member with a single paw, causing Peanut to gasp.
“Hehe. It’s so hard; I can feel it throbbing…” Grape chuckled to herself. Peanut suddenly noticed that Grape was acting bit strange and tilted his head.
Grape smirked and spat in one of her other paws. “Please, just relax, okay?” She slowly glided her paws up and down. Peanut winced as she continued to pump his member, the pleasure slightly increasing each time.
Grape took her time and examined the foreign phallus. It looked nothing like Maxie’s. For instance, it was certainly bigger. Maxwell was only six-inches, but Peanut was possibly seven, eight or even NINE inches. Another noticeable difference was that the base of the member was more swollen than the rest of the length. Grape’s legs tightened at the thought of having that inside her.
However, she knew she wouldn’t. She wanted to remain faithful to Max, and she promised herself she would.
But to Grape, that meant that she only FUCKED Maxwell. Jerking Peanut off would be a different story.
Grape repositioned her paws so that one was stroking the shaft of the member, while the other began to lightly squeeze Peanut’s knot. Peanut gasped quietly and began to cover his muzzle, trapping any noise he might have made.
Grape smiled at the crumbling dog. What she was about to do was going to be very, very mean…
As Grape’s hands worked on Peanut’s doghood, Grape suddenly bent down and began lightly licking the tip of Peanut’s disco stick with her feline tongue.
Peanut took the head pillow and placed it over his face.
“HOLY SHIT!!!” He yelled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
He quickly pulled the pillow away to breathe and was caught again in the pleasure that he received.
Grape could tell that Peanut was close. His yiffstick throbbed with the blood that rushed through it, and it throbbed faster almost every minute. She glanced upward and saw Peanut’s chest begin to rise and fall faster as his breath’s began to shorten, and ,best of all, his knot began to swell up.
Grape smiled again. “Hey Peanut, are you about to…?” She asked.
All Peanut could do was nod as Grape suddenly took the shaft into her mouth. Her paw squeezed Peanut’s knot tightly as her tongue circled around the canine flesh.
Then, Peanut made a small groan, and Grape instantly felt the hot, salty seed spill into her muzzle and down her throat.
The two pets lied next to each other, worn out from their sexual experience. When Grape was done with Peanut, she took the time to finish herself off. Peanut offered to eat her out as compensation, but Grape declined, since she wasn’t really into that anyway.
“Hey Peanut.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s probably good not to tell Tarot and Max about this, okay?”
“That’s okay, Tarot already knows anyway?”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah, she’s at a friend’s house. I think it’s Lambda-something… Anyway, she says they’re turning it into a DVD.”
“Shit… Can’t you stop her?”
“I dunno, what with her powers and all…”
“Peanut…”
“Alright, alright. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“Good, because that was something very special between the two of us, and that should stay that way.” Grape got up and brushed herself off. “Goodnight Peanut.”
“Goodnight Grape…”
Grape smiled and headed towards the door.
“Hey Grape?”
“Yeah, Peanut.”
“…”
“Yeah?”
“I… I love you…”
Grape looked surprised for just a moment, but then smiled. “I love you too, Peanut.
And then the door shut with a single click.
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