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Thunder boomed outside. It was close enough to send rumbles through the house, rain splattering on the windows. Grape turned in her bed. A moment later, she heard her door open. She tried to ignore it, but once the steps started becoming distinct, she knew who they belonged to. The way Peanut confidently strode in meant there was no chance she would be allowed to continue her fitful slumber.

"Grape!" Peanut said. He almost yelled it, but kept his voice down just enough to avoid her clawing his snout.

The cat spoke to her pillow. "Yes?"

"The storm is really bad. Can I sleep with you?"

Grape lifted her head, looking at him, yawning. The dog hadn't been scared by thunder for years. "Peanut, you don't need an excuse to sleep with me."

He twirled around a couple times and laid down beside her. Grape flipped around to face him.

"You know that, right?" she said.

Peanut grinned once, scratching himself. "I guess I still feel bad when Tarot and Max aren't here."

Thunder shook the house again. Peanut craned his head to look out the window.

"Hey," Grape said softly. She put her paw on his shoulder, pulling him down to the pillow they shared. "We're doing this mutual relationship thing together, right? You can spend time alone with Tarot and not feel like you're leaving me out. So we can sleep, even snuggle alone too if we want."

Peanut put his forehead against hers. "Thanks. I think I needed to hear that."

Grape pecked his lips. "When did you become so sweet, anyway?"

Peanut pushed himself closer, smooching her unabashedly. She hummed in agreement, her paws finding his butt. He pressed close, humping his sheath up against her.

"Hey," Peanut panted, "What did you say about-"

"Yes, we can snuggle," Grape murmured.

The canine's paws rubbed Grape's back. He kissed her cheek, licking her scruffy neck fur. She purred along with his exploratory touch. Each time their lower bellies met in tiny humps became an opportunity to feel sheath plump up.

"Hey," she interrupted. "Want to try something dumb?"

"Yeah?" he said.

"Stay there."

She pushed him down flat and his dick sprang to life. Shaking her head out of tiredness, she got herself turned around on top of him. Her butt pressed up against his snout.

"Don't be shy," Grape breathed. His nose felt wet against her furry cheeks, his fast breath warm.

He finally grabbed her tail and pulled her in to his tongue. Grape sighed happily. He had found just the right spot in her fluff. She lowered her head, sniffing the tip of his ruddy penis. She put her mouth down around it, fitting him in, going all the way down. Her lips fit around his sheath. She felt him expand up through it. Doing it felt like a cheat code, getting Peanut so big so quickly that she had to avoid choking. She pressed herself back against his tongue, wiggling her butt, holding his dick. She sank herself back around him.

The dick in her mouth made his lapping more intense, less expected. She was addicted after all the prickly oral from Max. Peanut could directly stimulate her clit all he wanted to without any discomfort. His tongue wrapped to her folds, endless smooth pleasure, continuously building up. She found herself cumming, convulsing with juices over the dog's taste buds. Peanut's knotted cock returned to her paws. She didn't want to let go.

"Mmmhh. Haa. That didn't really work, did it?" she said.

"I liked it," he mumbled against her.

Grape let out a final gasp, throbbing the last horny drips onto the tongue still mating her. "Me too," she sighed.

She turned around in a haze, eyeing up the fluffy package hanging below his dick. Grape cupped her paw around his sack, squeezing the bottom. He was taut, but still squishy enough to slip around in her digits. He swelled to his full, aching size. She kissed his knot, entranced by all the new width she'd get to play with. It took serious effort not to try and deepthroat him again. She started to climb onto his lap.

"Actually, could I take you from behind?" he said.

"You don't mean my butt, do you?"

"No," Peanut paused, "But maybe-"

"No," Grape said firmly. "You're already tight enough normally. If I start taking knots up there too I'm never walking again."

"Alright," he agreed.

Grape got on her knees and elbows. She looked back, a smile filled with anticipation on her face. Peanut had gotten better at lining himself up, at sinking in slowly enough for her to adjust. She purred and leaked with enthusiasm. Her long tail wrapped and pulled him in. Her walls welcomed his shaft, filling up all that uncomfortable negative space. The bare canine only lengthened, dripping pre, massaging her feline pussy with the first of many bumps inside.

So late at night, tiredness didn't do them any favors. Peanut's thrusts were continuous but gentle. He moaned with desire, but couldn't will himself to take his girlfriend any faster.

And she had trouble keeping her butt up for him. She let herself fall to the bed further with each press to the hilt inside. Eventually, all she could do was keep her butt bent up to allow his rod a path in, her face in the pillow. Peanut held her with both paws, plapping against her butt. Moisture drooled down their furs.

But even that became too much. Peanut panted, pausing entirely. His knot sat outside her depths, hot and textured, a temptation all too great. He gave warning, then pulled them onto their sides. Grape was wrapped in a full-body hug from behind. She moaned softly. With most of Peanut's dick still inside, he began rocking back up. The bed seemed to do most of the work. The constant nudges sent her further down him. No matter how hard he could still manage to thrust, his balls stayed stiff outside her depths.

Grape felt his knot slip against her labia. The paws around her chest only gripped her petite boobs tighter. The pulsing canine flesh lodged inside only complimented her own clamping around it: a demand for him to give anything left. The mess he would pump inside wasn't even part of her equation.

She tilted her head up, overcome with urges. "Tie me," she whispered.

"Right here?" he moaned.

Grape grabbed his butt, pushing back against his knot. His body shook. Feeling his knot start to spread her apart, she let go. She knew Peanut couldn't resist. She'd spend all night feeling that bulb of heat slowly sink in if she could. The thought of it alone kept her awake.

But all too soon, it was in. Peanut resumed a final series of wet humps. The cat's tight grip all around his knot was all the motivation he needed to flood her with seed. He moaned over her shoulder, jerking against her butt. The knot swelled further. Grape's tail fluttered behind his back.

He groaned into her fur. She felt each spurt smearing inside, healthy doses filling her up like an extension of herself. His final lazy thrusts pushed his cum further inside the cat.

"So tired," he moaned.

Grape sighed. "I sleep better with a knot in me anyways."

Peanut panted against her, unable to pull away. But she didn't want him to. She'd clench her paw, her pussy clenching his spent cock at the same time. It sent shivers through them both, but she had never felt warmer. The canine would twitch, stuffing more heat inside. Over time, his heartbeat slowed to a comforting backdrop, and she felt herself slipping off.

Peanut sniffed her cheek. Cum had started to drip from around his knot, but their fate was sealed. With a pale flash of lighting, Peanut joined her in sleep.