FSE

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"Hey Puppy~?" A sweet and most definitely inebriated voice struck Tris' ear, coming from somewhere down the hall.

The labrador winced a bit, pouting. He regretted leaving the door to his home office open. He was mid-typing, working on writing for his Patreon. He only had thirty-three hours left to finish his monthly writing! He pressed his glasses up the bridge of his muzzle and brushed the purple tuft of headfur over one temple of the frame to keep both of his eyes exposed and locked on the night-mode coloration of his screen.

A loud belch struck the air, definitely in the room and with enough bass to shake the desk.

Tris yipped, the sentence he was mid-writing devolving into a keyboard smash as he jolted in his seat from the sudden loud noise. He turned towards the door of the office.

Standing in the doorway was a curious hybrid that the black lab had grown accustomed to in a way that left him both flustered and exasperated. He looked like a cat anthro but had the distinct horns and chin-scruff of a goat. Similarly, his legs ended in large cloven hooves. He was, as usual, naked, and the swell of his medicine ball of a gut sagged low enough to keep him 'decent'. Though, from the scent of alcohol on the air after that burp and the way his tum sloshed as his weight shifted, he was anything but. He had claimed to be a satyr-cat rather than a mundane goat-cat hybrid, and after knowing the demi-feline for a while, the dog was inclined to believe.

"W-what do you want, Circ?" Tris rubbed the side of his face, hoping that the blush that had started glowing beneath his black fur was not perceptible just yet. "I'm working on my writing." The lab huffed.

With a smug smirk, Circ sashayed into the room, causing his grand belly to audibly slosh and glorp. "Oh, you know what I want, Puppy~"

The dog pursed his lips and turned back towards his work, feeling the burning of his blush all the way up in his floppy ears as he started deleting the incomprehensible jumble of letters that came from his start moments before.

"Oh, Come ON~" The satyr-cat purred, hefting his belly and smooshing the navel up against the side of the dog's head.

Tris whined and shrunk away, raising his arm up against the fluffy underside of that broad belly and trying to press at it to give himself room. He brought his other hand up and around to shove near the navel, which only resulted in giving him a very close view of how much the heavy belly squished under pressure...

Circ let out a naughty growl and twisted his hips. The pressure on the pup's shoulder increased and his traction with the floor failed, causing his desk chair to swivel to face that gut just as it was dropped into his lap, pinning him in place. The satyr crossed his arms on top of the squishy orb, his feline tail fluffily flitting behind him, smirking triumphantly.

The pup dug his pinned arms out from between the sloshing dome and the arms of his chair, pressing firmly just beneath the heavier male's arms. "Circ, I need to get this work done!"

The feline satyr licked his lips slowly, his smirk broadening into a grin. "Oh, the only thing you need right now, puppy, is a nice long break in my grove."

Tris actually moaned, unable to keep it in. He'd known that was what the cat was getting at since he first HEARD him. Or at least something on the same level of debauchery. But a satyr's grove was a place where no work got done, by design. He bit back his embarrassment at his outburst, huffing as he returned to pushing at the broad belly, unable to budge it from weighing down on his lap, only seeming to yield enough to let the tent in his jeans develop further.

"Heavy, aren't I?" Circ traced a finger along his bellyfur. "That's what happens when a Satyr-cat makes sure no one can stop him from getting his puppy..." He grinned, picking his teeth with another claw idly. " 'swell as making sure that anyone else you wanna party with is waiting for ya in there."

The black dog shuddered... he hadn't heard anything from anyone else in the house in quite a while, in fact... was all this slosh really just booze? He scrunched his eyes shut, shoving harder and only getting his paws to get buried in hefty hybrid squish. "This is so unfair..."

"I know~" The satyrcat grinned, shifting his weight to add his body to his belly, rolling the deskchair right up to a wall. "Poor puppy, all left out from the party a satyrcat's throwing because of some dumb work..." He gently mooshed the top of his belly forward, just adding more pressure to the pinned dog's face. "Don't worry, Puppy, I saved the best for last~"

After his grip on the belly failed and he was pinned, Tris was unable to think of anything to do to repel the onslaught of heft and teasing. He quivered, feeling his jeans straining uncomfortably as the lusty feline worked on him, letting out a weak whimper.

Circ reached a finger forward and booped the pup at the end of his squiggly-lipped snout, admiring the purple bloom that was overtaking his whole face. "There's no fuckin' doubt Puppy~" He rolled his hips forward, grinding his gut down over the trapped puppy. "You belong in my grove, loved and pampered as only I can... no work, no responsibilities..."

The dog let out a half-distressed huff, squirming as his resolve crunched to dust. "F-fine, swallow me up and trap me in you as long as you want!" He begged desperately. "I wanna be yours so I don't have to do any of this dumb stuff for myself..."

The satyr-cat licked his lips. "Good boy."