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Opposites Attract

'That damn dog,' The tall displacer beast thought to himself, 'he never tells me what he'd like...'

Puck stood in front of a wall filled with Valentine's Day gifts. The garish shades of red coupled with the obnoxious decals depicting cherubs and flowers didn't appeal to the cat creature in the first place, but his boyfriend certainly enjoyed such things. The problem was which to choose, an issue that stumped Puck for nearly half an hour.

Picking up a box of fine chocolates and ordering a bouquet, Puck finally settled. 'This can't get more cliché...' He thought to himself. 'At least I asked Foster not to get me this sort of crap.'

Puck's pair of tentacles were wrapped around his neck and shoulders, acting as a scarf as he stepped out of the store into the cold streets. Pulling his jacket closer to himself, he started walking to the apartment he shared with Foster, his partner. What made their relationship particularly unconventional was their species. Puck, being a displacer beast, was meant to hate blink dogs. Luckily, modern times brought more modern attitudes on the subject.

Stepping up to the door, Puck unlocked it and snuck inside as quietly as he could, hiding the chocolates he bought while Foster was enraptured by his video game, also disrobing his upper half while near the closet. Happy with the hiding spot, Puck crept up behind Foster, who was sitting on the couch. Having removed his jacket, he could use all four of his arms to stay low, while unravelling his tentacles, even activating his displacement, appearing to be in a different spot. Standing up slowly, he had a devilish grin as he pounced Foster, who suddenly vanished, causing Puck to crash into the cushions.

"You'll get me one of these days, Puck." Foster said in a teasing voice, sitting at the end of the couch, showing why his species were called blink dogs.

The beige, sharp eared face smiling goofily at Puck almost made him forget the embarrassing spill he just had, almost. Deciding to try and play it cool, Puck simply shifted on the couch to rest at the end opposite of Foster's new spot, resting his hindpaws in the dog's lap, pretending to be aloof.

Foster's smile switched from warm to a playful smirk, "You know, being big and sneaky doesn't help when I can smell you, stinky cat." Foster teased.

Puck's ears flattened and he growled at Foster, "At least I don't wag my tail like a dork whenever I get any compliment."

In reality, Puck loved seeing Foster's tail wag, and Foster loved Puck's exotic scent. The two often bickered over supposed slights against each other, competing at every opportunity, and choosing what to watch during dinner could be seen as dueling. Even their jobs seemed to be at odds, Foster working as a paramedic and firefighter, while Puck worked as a bouncer, often needing to call for paramedics to help overconfident drunks that decided to pick a fight.

Pausing his game, Foster stood and stretched, causing Puck's paws to fall to the floor, "So, what'd ya get me?" The dog asked.

Grumbling before standing, as well, Puck sighed, "You'll have to wait, Foster. Valentine's is right around the corner."

Stepping up to Puck, Foster had to look up quite a bit. The blink dog was not short by any means, but Puck, being a displacer beast, was a head and a half taller. Puck looked everywhere but at Foster, he had to, Foster was giving him pathetic puppy eyes. Tentacles slapped onto Foster's face gently, covering it so the expression was hidden.

"Part of your gift won't even be ready until then, anyway, so there's no use in trying to get it early." Puck scolded, he expected a snide remark in return, but instead was met with a tickling sensation from his tentacles.

"You damn dog, are you _licking_my tentacles?" Puck asked incredulously, lifting his tentacles away from Foster's face.

"So what if I am? Gonna do something about it?" Foster challenged.

Smirking, Puck feinted reaching for Foster, who, predictably, used his blink to teleport behind the big cat. Counting on this move, Puck's tentacles wrapped around Foster's neck and waist. Puck wasn't cutting off oxygen, much, but it allowed him to turn and watch Foster struggle at prying the tentacles off his neck, blushing deeply.

"Pretty sure you provoked me on purpose, there." Puck said, a bratty tone sneaking into his voice.

Foster squirmed, smirking back at Puck, "You're just threatening me with a good time, now. Too bad I'm just gonna knotfuck you until you can't stand."

The idea did send a pleasurable shiver down Puck's spine, making him blush, but he had bravado to keep up, "Oh, and how will you do that while I'm overwhelming you with my many limbs? Especially when I do this." Puck squeezed his boyfriend's neck a little tighter, causing the dog to cough and wag.

Puck was always careful exploring this kink, but enough time passed for Foster to gain an advantage, suddenly the tentacles lost what they held, and Foster came flying from the side. The dog tackled the cat, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Pinning a creature with so many limbs was impossible, so Foster had to take another route.

Straddling the cat, Foster crossed his arms and stopped his 'attack,' looking down at Puck, "How about we settle down before we break furniture... more... and grab some food?"

Puck nearly got whiplash from the sudden change in pace, he could smell that both of them were clearly very turned on, he wondered what Foster had up his sleeve. Still, leaving him high and dry did irritate the cat.

"Fine, but on one condition." Puck said, standing as Foster slipped off.

"What condition?" Foster replied, tilting his head.

Puck shot his face forward and kissed Foster, all four arms and two tentacles wrapping around the pair, compressing them both. Foster moaned out into Puck's muzzle, allowing the cat to dig his big tongue deep into his boyfriend's mouth. Before Foster could make a move in retaliation, Puck broke the kiss and walked over to his laptop on the kitchen counter.

Standing there panting, Foster was now very flustered, his plan to have the last laugh failed miserably. With tented shorts, Foster padded over to sit with Puck, who was browsing stuff for delivery. The two may clash, but respect was there. Foster was easygoing, and shrugged off the situation, but Puck was plotting for later.

"Feel like Thai tonight?" Puck inquired, browsing a menu.

Foster pondered a moment, "Hmmmm... I'll take a red curry."

Puck had to refrain from cursing, 'That was what I was going to order!' Now having the weird urge to order something else, he decided on Phad See-Ew. Foster smiled at Puck and thanked him for ordering before sitting back down to continue his game. A sly smile spread over Puck's face, before completing the order, he added an order of mango sticky rice. He didn't care for the texture, but Foster loved it.

Sitting with Foster, Puck took over when Foster's character died, and gave the controller back when he had a death. It was a game to see who preformed better, with plenty of teasing the other when they died.

"I can't believe you died there; you're being way too passive." Puck teased.

Grumbling and handing the controller back to Puck, Foster mock-pouted, "Calling me passive? At least I use more than one weapon every playthrough!"

Puck was about to refute the odious claim when the doorbell rang, causing both to look toward the door, then back at each other.

Outside, a bunny was about to take a picture of the food on their doorstep when she heard what sounded like total calamity from behind the door. She was preparing to call 911 when the door swung open, and a pair of panting combatants stood there. The dog smiled and thanked her, picking up the food and closing the door, while the cat was huffing in frustration behind him.

"Blinking is cheating, I should have gotten the door first." Puck said, wanting to win mainly to hide the dessert to make it a surprise.

"Sounds like you were too passive." Foster teased, opening the bag and noticing the extra container, "You get an appetizer?" He asked.

"It is supposed to be a surprise, if you don't mind." Puck reached in and grabbed the box containing the mango sticky rice and placed it in the microwave, just to help insulate the heat.

Foster took the rest of the food and sat on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. Sitting with him, Puck reached for the remote, only to have Foster swipe it first.

"You damn dog, is the food going to get cold again?" Puck asked, trying to hide his smile.

"Depends on how quickly you submit, stinky cat." Foster smirked confidently at Puck as he wiggled the remote in his grip.

*One indescribable carnage later*

"It's only right that I get to choose, since you cheated getting the food, anyway." Puck said, triumph in his voice as he turned on his favorite action fantasy series.

"What's so bad about wanting to watch home renovations?" Foster asked, pouting as he ate the curry.

Puck laughed, "Let me guess, they'll use white subway tile and make it an open concept."

The truth stung Foster superficially, acting offended. The couple laughed together as they settled down for dinner. They had a system, there was a time to compete or play, and a time to relax and openly enjoy each other. Each leaning into the other now, they ate and followed along with the mutant's adventures on the TV. Every so often they'd joke about how fuckable the monsters were, or if they could beat them or not.

Finished with their dinner, Puck stood and took their takeout containers to the kitchen while Foster picked up from their earlier wrestling. While in the kitchen, Puck retrieved the box of mango sticky rice and set it down where Foster was sitting during dinner before heading back to the kitchen to continue putting stuff away.

Foster saw the box and went to investigate, the smell hitting him before opening it, "You didn't." Was all he could say before opening it up.

"I did, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Puck called out from the kitchen.

Foster smiled and sat, digging in, "I didn't know it was available, normally they wait for summer."

"It'd be better if it was, but they must have it shipped in from further away." Puck replied, now back on the couch with Foster.

"I guess you earned your keep tonight." Foster teased as he finished off the dessert in record time.

"Did you even taste it?" Puck chastised, always surprised at how fast the dog scarfed down his desserts.

Leaning into Puck, Foster nuzzled lovingly, making the cat recoil slightly. Settling quickly, Puck was learning to enjoy the contact. He was always the shy one between the two, whereas Foster was mellow and confident, wearing his heart on his sleeve. Slowly, Puck rested a hand on Foster's side, petting him, causing the dog to wag.

"Loooooove you, Puck." Foster said, now hugging the cat, as well.

Puck grumbled and mumbled out, "Love you too... damn dog."

Foster laughed and pushed their bodies to lie flat on the couch, "Your peace offering has me in a mood."

Puck raised an eyebrow, "A mood, huh?"

"Just follow my lead, I think you'll enjoy it." Foster replied

Slipping his shorts down, Foster sat between Puck's legs as the cat reclined on the couch's arm. The nude dog unzipped Puck's pants and pulled them off clumsily, leaning down and sniffing at the cat's sheath and orbs. Puck blushed some, Foster had a more sensitive nose than him, and enjoyed the scent, getting drunk off it.

"So far this has been for you, you going to do anything?" Puck teased, causing Foster to look up as he took another inhale.

"It's for this," Foster leant back up, showing that he was now rock hard. "Now get the lube from under the couch."

Puck scoffed, 'maybe he isn't as romantic as he comes off,' and reached under the couch, feeling for the bottle, when he suddenly felt Foster's tongue invade his short sheath. Gasping out, Puck looked and saw as Foster shoved his tongue down and lapped at the hidden member inside. Needless to say, this caused Puck's cock to grow quickly, settling into Foster's slurping muzzle.

Remembering he needed lube, Puck finally found it and offered it to Foster, "H-here, try not to make too big of a mess."

Pulling off Puck's softly barbed member, Foster took the lube and slathered it over his knotted member. While Puck had a bigger stature, they had similar sized equipment. Foster had about ten inches of cock with knot, but he was a little large for canids his size, especially his knot when he came. Puck had soft barbs scattered over his tapered cock, which reached ten inches, as well, it seemed proportionate to his body size.

"Hey, I know you love my big, dumb dog cock wrecking you." Foster teased as he leaned in, his tip sinking into Puck slowly.

Puck hissed out as he was spread open, Foster was right, he loved getting fucked silly as much as he loved to pin and fuck others. Lifting his leg to rest it over Foster's shoulder, while the other rested off the couch. Puck's upper set of arms supported his head, while the lower started slowly pawing at his stiff cock, while his tentacles were currently flexing with strain as the cat was impaled on the dog.

Once his knot tapped Puck's hole, Foster leaned over the cat's larger torso, his head now barely reaching Puck's chest. Slowly, he withdrew and thrusted back in, making an effort to angle and hit Puck's prostate. Foster was being deliberately slow, causing Puck's sexual frustration to start boiling over.

"Mmmfff, come on, I'll get bored at this rate." Puck lied, trying to sound cool.

Foster chuckled and then held the cat's leg, still draped over his shoulder, and speared forward, causing Puck to mew out in pleasure, "Bored, huh?" Foster teased.

Embarrassed from the sound that he just made, Puck decided it was time for revenge. His tentacles retracted their barbs on the ends and slithered their way behind Foster while he was busy thrusting. Deftly, he had one pick up the lube and squirt it on the other, smearing it around. Luckily for Puck, Foster was too distracted to notice.

"First and last chance to apologize for making me mew." Puck offered between moans, while he had dexterity, Foster wasn't the only one being distracted.

"Psh, never." Foster replied proudly before yipping and thrusting forward hard enough to tie with Puck.

A tentacle had shoved itself deep into Foster, pulsating within him, making him shudder in overwhelming pleasure from the thick appendage deep inside him and the vicelike grip that Puck had around his knot. Breathing deeply to get a hold of himself, Foster grunted and tried dislodging his knot in vain.

"Well, now you've done it, gentle time is over, you wanna fuck? Let's fuck." Foster said boldly.

Puck was about to say something, but all that escaped his muzzle was unintelligible gibberish. Foster didn't hold back as he yanked his knot loose. The shock caused the tentacle up his ass to shiver, adding to the dog's pleasure, but it was a time for lessons, not games. Growling uncharacteristically, Foster savagely thrusted into Puck, forcing his knot in with a wet squelch. Puck used his upper arms to brace himself as his boyfriend assaulted his ass, while his lower arms kept working his throbbing shaft, spurting pre.

The tentacle outside of Foster now had a new mission, to throw off the dog's attack. It wrapped around the side of Foster's head and dove into his open, panting maw. The suddenness caused the dog's rhythm to falter briefly, but they had been dating for a while, this wasn't the dog's first rodeo with the tentacles. In either confidence or defiance, Foster relaxed his throat and shoved himself forward, letting it in his throat, but allowing his knot to plunge into Puck's abused hole.

The repeated knotting caused Puck to go over the edge, his member pulsed and shot ropes of cum all over his torso. His body tightened and kept Foster's knot inside as he rode out his orgasm, making Foster moan around the tentacle lodged in his muzzle. Panting, Puck looked at Foster, who made no moves to remove the tentacle from his muzzle or ass.

Pointing down and rocking his hips some, Puck gathered Foster hadn't cum yet, "Oh, damn, my hole is pretty sore... maybe I can get you to cum if you... stay still..." Puck said, concentrating again to control his tentacles.

The tentacle in Foster's ass started kneading the dog's prostate directly, milking it hard, causing the dog to squirm. Swallowing around the tentacle in his maw, Foster closed his eyes in bliss as his member was milked by Puck's warm hole while the tentacles worked his insides. It didn't take too much encouragement for Foster to buckle and start making jerking movements. Puck sighed contently as he felt the knot swell to its full size and warmth spread through his guts, it was almost enough for him to start pawing at his member again.

Foster grabbed the tentacle in his maw and pulled it out slowly, savoring the feeling of it slipping from his throat, "Mmmmm, you sounded like you actually cared about my pleasure for a moment there..." He teased the cat.

"For a moment." Puck teased back, quickly slipping the tentacle of Foster's ass out, making the dog gasp and pulse his cock inside the cat.

Leaning down and licking up Puck's cum, Foster made a clean landing zone to rest on, "Valentine's day... Heh, I'm excited..." Foster said, yawning.

Puck pet his boyfriend's sharp ears, also enjoying the afterglow, "You're such a dork." He replied.

Hearing the mild comeback, Foster knew Puck was excited, too. Puck had a harder time expressing himself, but Foster didn't mind, he knew Puck loved him just as much as he loved Puck. As odd as their relationship was, it was theirs.

"So... how are we getting off the-" Puck began, but was interrupted by Foster rolling them both onto the floor, with puck landing on Foster, still tied.

Foster groaned, "That... hurt more than I expected it to..."

Puck moaned some as the motions stirred his guts up, "Be careful, that could have been worse, damn dog."

Lacing his hands behind his head, Foster smiled up at Puck, "We're off the couch." He said in a sing-song voice.

"TODAY'S THE DAY, PUCK!" Foster shouted as he dove onto the bed, landing on his boyfriend, waking him up.

Puck grunted and woke up with a jolt, "What the fuck are you doing up so early?" He complained, rubbing his eyes.

Foster raised an eyebrow, "It's ten AM, lazy bones." He countered.

Grumbling, Puck hugged Foster with all four arms, "Happy Valentines, Foster. Sheesh, you'd think it was Yule or something..." Puck said, embarrassed by the energy Foster had, even if he appreciated it.

Foster smiled and kissed Puck, starting sweetly and slowly graduating to passionately making out. Their mouths were the arena for their tongues to battle in, each one wanting to outdo the other. Still nude from sleeping, Puck's morning wood was exacerbated by the kiss, dripping pre onto Foster's shorts.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connected their muzzles briefly. The couple stayed there, panting while gazing in each others' eyes, as if they were contemplating wordlessly on how to continue.

"Sixty-nine?" Foster offered.

"Sixty-nine." Puck replied, smirking as he used his strength to maneuver Foster into position below him.

Being taller, Puck found it easier to be on top when in this position. Pushing the Foster's shorts below his fuzzy orbs, he licked over the dog's exposed tip, savoring the flavor of his pre. Foster shivered and sniffed at Puck's dangling member before taking it in his muzzle, the barbs tickling his lips and throat.

The two quickly found their rhythm, Puck bobbing his head in time with Foster thrusting up, while Foster held onto Puck's bouncing rear, guiding him down. Puck's tentacles went to work, one wrapping around Foster's knot, squeezing it and eliciting a moan from his boyfriend, muffled by dick. The other tentacle massaged Foster's heavy sack, leaving his four arms free to cling to Foster. Foster loved being held by Puck's many arms, it drove him to work harder, throating the member eagerly, while his paws rubbed and pet Puck's ass.

The couple's wet noises filled the apartment, their messy, passionate oral skills were evenly matched, however, Puck felt like giving some payback for the wake up, so he pulled off Foster's cock and thrust down into his boyfriend's throat to pin him. Looping his upper arms between Foster's legs, he spread them and lifted his rear from the bed a few inches and used his height to allow him access to Foster's hole.

The transition happened so quickly; Foster was only able to moan around the barbed cock as his ass was eaten for breakfast. The tentacle that was around Foster's orbs now moved to stroke his cock, while the other rhythmically milked his knot. Puck's tongue was wedging its way into the dog's hole while his hips fucked Foster's throat.

The multi-front attack proved too much for Foster, as he was milked for all he was worth, shooting his load over his chest and Puck's tentacle. Puck was close but feeling Foster's hole flexing on his tongue from the orgasm was too hot to contain himself, and he hilted his member in his boyfriend's throat, fuzzy orbs resting on his snout, letting him breathe that scent he was so fond of.

Foster wished he could stay in that position longer, but he needed air, so he tapped Puck's butt and the cat rolled off, a trail of cum and mucus connecting them. Panting and lying in bed, opposite directions, they sighed in contentment.

"Now, can we contain ourselves enough to make our reservation?" Puck asked.

Foster tried to speak but had to cough some to clear his throat, "Y-yeah, glad you thought of lunch, so we have all night to continue." He said cheerily.

A devious smile crept across Puck's face, "Yes, all night." He agreed.

The two stumbled out of bed and into the shower, where they had to keep play and wrestling to a minimum, lest they miss their reservation. Still, the couple washed each other, sneaking in sly remarks and sweet flirting. Today was a special day, so they tried to behave.

Arriving at their favorite French café, the two were seated. Puck ordered eggs benedict, while Foster ordered French toast. The two talked about games for a while, but eventually the topic came back to their relationship.

"It's really almost been 2 years... Though, maybe we should consider it longer since you've definitely taken years off my life." Puck teased, sipping a Bloody Mary.

Foster laughed and reached across the table to rest his paw on Puck's, "Doesn't matter how many years pass, you are so special to me. I can't believe how far we have come. So many people thought we'd actually kill each other when we first started dating."

Puck snickered, "You say that like it isn't still a possibility."

Foster responded with an indignant look, "Seriously, though, am I alone in this?"

The question sobered Puck, he felt bad about the ill-timed quip, "Sorry, really, it's... still difficult for me. My species have a hard time with relationships in the first place, but I want to be the boyfriend that I think you deserve. You are so important to me; I can't imagine what life would be like without you."

"I, wow, I didn't expect such a... sweet answer." Foster smiled, squeezing Puck's hand gently, "Thank you, it... is really nice to hear that..." The dog's eyes grew misty as he gazed into Puck's.

"I have my moments." Puck replied, squeezing Foster's hand in return, "Is all the... back and forth we do, is it okay? Are you happy with our dynamic?"

The question took Foster a moment, he'd always been so easygoing, he never thought of it much, "Well, it can be fun, hot, even. Sometimes I want to experience more... of this type of situation..." Foster smiled earnestly, enjoying the palpable love in the air.

Puck nodded, "You know I will try; I'd do anything for you."

The two finished off their food, split their bill, and stepped back onto the street. Blink dog and displacer beast holding hands, they still attracted some looks from people, but they were in their own world. The couple took the scenic route home, through the park near their apartment. Puck found some confidence in his ability to point out some of the bugs they saw on the way, with Foster loving how into the topic Puck was.

"Hey, Puck, sorry to interrupt your train of thought, but we made it home." Foster said, nuzzling Puck's arms on one side, earning him a hug from the multi-armed cat.

"Did you forget your keys, again?" Puck asked as he embraced his boyfriend.

Foster chuckled into Puck's fur, "Heh, yeah..." He said sheepishly.

Reaching for his keys, Puck unlocked the door to let them both inside. Foster could have teleported to the other side, but displays of supernatural power were discouraged in public, not to mention he risked injury if he couldn't see his destination. The couple walked inside, stripped down to their fur, and got comfortable on the couch.

Puck retrieved the remote and they settled together, watching Foster's favorite movie about a cursed prince and a wolf princess. Puck had his back to the couch as he spooned Foster, all four arms and tentacles wrapped around him. He knew Foster loved being held like this, even the dog's tail wagged incessantly.

As the movie started wrapping up, Puck felt a stirring in his loins. The tail's motion didn't help as he ground his sheath into the warmth of his partner. Thanks to the sweetness of the day, Foster felt especially content to have Puck top. The dog ground his rear back into Puck's sheath in return.

"Mmmm don't let go of me, Puck, this feels really nice..." Foster asked, the gentle but firm embrace left him nearly immobile, even though he didn't want to be anywhere else in the moment.

Puck chuffed a small laugh and nuzzled between Foster's ears, taking advantage of his larger stature, "Like I'd let you go before I breed you, Foster, I love you so much..." The cat huffed out.

The feline's tip met its mark, making Foster gasp. Most of the shaft was still in his sheath, so Puck pushed and used Foster's rim to retract his sheath and immediately slip inside, the beast's excessive pre-cum build up sufficient to comfortably enter. Reveling in the tightness and warmth, Puck thrusted gently, the shallow thrusts meant to completely slide from his sheath.

Foster was having a hard time containing himself, beginning to writhe in vain as the sensations of Puck's soft barbs and long member reached deeper and deeper. The hold Puck had on him prevented most of his movement, tapping into the dog's love of restraint. Dog cock fully erect since the first few thrusts, the knot was stuck in Foster's sheath, causing him to whine in both pleasure and discomfort.

"Poor pup, let me help..." Puck whispered sweetly into Foster's ear, one of his 4 arms pulled away from Foster's torso to reach down and retract the tube of skin, allowing the knot to pop free.

"Ah! Rrrrfff..." Foster could only make simple noises as his sensitive bulb became exposed, worsening when Puck gave it a single squeeze before reassuming the original grip around his torso.

Rocking their bodies, Puck wrapped a leg over Foster's, pulling the dog even tighter to his body, thrusting deep but at the pace of a slow grind. The lax nature of the thrusting allowed Puck to tease Foster with each barb on his member, listening to Foster's quiet gasps and whines.

"Enjoying yourself?" Puck asked, nibbling Foster's ear, not stopping the slow rhythm.

Foster nodded eagerly, clenching around the invading spire, "Y-yeah! You c-can speed up, you know."

Smiling deviously, Puck licked the ear he was nibbling, "Heh, you damn dog... My damn dog." He said softly before arching his neck to kiss Foster deeply, at a slow pace to match his thrusting.

Foster's blush reignited and he kissed earnestly, tail wagging in the air as it was pushed aside.

While keeping the kiss going, Puck suddenly used his grip around Foster to push the dog most of the way off his member, before pulling him back, slamming forward at the same time. Seeing stars, Foster moaned loudly into Puck's muzzle, tensing as he was caught off guard. Without respite, Puck repeated the motion, releasing Foster's muzzle with a strand of spit connecting them.

"Better.. my.. love...?" Puck asked, accentuating his words with thrusts, causing Foster to bark out in pleasure.

This time, Foster couldn't even answer outside of nodding and moaning. The feral thrusting Puck was assaulting his hole with was too much. The barbs sending jolts of pleasure up his spine with each pass, with the length reaching deep into him, abusing his prostate.

"Yessss... Tell the neighbors how much you love me." Puck hissed out, letting his boyfriend bark and moan without care.

Suddenly, Puck bit into Foster's scruff, tugging and drawing some blood. Foster whimpered happily, knowing what was soon to come. Puck became very instinctual when topping, and often bit as he neared his orgasm. The savage rutting only grew more erratic and intense as the big cat growled and squeezed Foster.

Hilting himself, Puck grunted and began shooting into Foster. Plump feline orbs churned out a heavy load, quickly causing overflow and spilling onto the couch. Foster could barely breathe as he choked out moans, his dick was painfully hard, but neglected as it dribbled pre-cum actively.

Coming down from his high, Puck let himself enjoy the feeling of his cock swimming in cum inside Foster, who was rhythmically clenching, as if to keep milking cum from him. Letting go of Foster's scruff, Puck nuzzled his boyfriend. If Puck could purr, he would be, but he settled for contented growling.

"I think someone didn't finish, poor pup..." Puck teased, "Just let me..." He whispered.

Except for his upper arms, Puck released Foster from his hold, but didn't stop touching him. A set of paws and tentacles were feeling the dog up, grabbing and caressing at his body, getting very handsy with everything but the dog's twitching member.

Whimpering, Foster spoke up, "Please, Puck, I gotta cum so badly..."

Feeling how much the dog gripped his member, Puck could tell it wouldn't take much. After a minute or two, the tentacles stopped their caressing and wormed their way downward. One tentacle wrapping around Foster's shaft while the other wrapped the knot. Concentrating now, Puck used his tentacles to massage and milk Foster's member, starting by squeezing the knot and continuing up the shaft to the tip, which the end of the tentacle was actively rubbing. The effect on Foster was immediate, even making him thrust backwards onto Puck's cock from the overstimulation. Yipping like a pup, the dog squirmed and started shooting a messy load onto the tentacles and couch. The tip kept getting rubbed through the orgasm, making shots spray in various directions while Foster thrashed in Puck's arms.

After his earth-shattering orgasm, Foster moaned and panted in Puck's arms. The dog could barely handle the afterglow's sensation, electing to move as little as possible. Puck understood and kissed Foster's head, letting the dog recover.

After a few minutes of coming down, the doorbell rang, causing the couples' ears to perk, "Hey, that's probably the gifts!" They said in unison, realizing that they both paid to have them delivered, they looked at each other, speaking through their eyes.

Puck smiled evilly and nodded, Foster splayed his ears and whimpered. Rolling so Foster was beneath him on the couch, Puck stood, withdrawing quickly from Foster's ruined hole. Foster moaned loudly and shook in pleasure on the couch, still immobile. Grabbing a robe, Puck stowed his extra arms in the torso of the garment, hoping he didn't smell too strongly, he stepped out.

This time the delivery was made by another displacer beast, even though his extra arms were also hidden. The two looked at each other, when the delivery boy sniffed at the air and chuckled, handing the packages to Puck.

"Don't worry, I won't tell." The other displacer beast said, turning to get back to his car.

Puck raised an eyebrow, but simply returned to Foster. He didn't care if people knew, but some displacers and blink dogs still harbored resentment. Either way, he sat next to Foster, who was still face down on the couch.

"Gonna make it, Foster? I have your gifts; I assume these extras are from you." Puck said, petting the dog.

"Y-yeah, gimme a sec." Foster replied, shakily sitting up, thankful the couch had washable upholstery as he leaked cum all over his cushion.

The two exchanged gifts, Foster immediately diving into the chocolate after kissing Puck again, thanking him for the flowers, too. Puck held a small chocolate box, grumbling to himself that Foster chose something he didn't care for. Opening it, however, he saw a copy of the latest game for the series he loved.

"Foster, you damn dog, I love you so much." Puck said, hugging Foster from the side, "I'd kiss you if you weren't eating chocolate."

"Your loss, heh, and I love these. I wish you liked flowers, but maybe I'll just get you a bouquet that's infested with bugs, next year." Foster teased.

"I like bugs, but not if they crawl around the house!" Puck replied, playing along.

The two sat there, smiling and gazing into each others' eyes. Each one having a hard time deciding what, if anything, to say. They simply understood that what they had wasn't conventional, but it was theirs. Through the competitiveness and faux bullying, they couldn't imagine being anywhere else, with anyone else.

Breaking out some wine, the two bundled up in a large, weighted blanket. Foster nibbling at his chocolates while Puck cursed at the console that had to update before he could play his new game.