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Polyamory meant Grape had to learn the meaning of the word "dogpile." She shifted among the limbs and blankets and pillows on the floor. The couch couldn't fit them. Peanut never stayed still for long, often pressing against her back to spoon her, but rarely in a way that was comfortable. Tarot was on the other side of him. Max cradled Grape's head, let his belly be her pillow, spreading out into all remaining space.

Peanut shifted again. A familiar bump pressed against her butt. An involuntary reflex, still snoozing, but it filled Grape's stomach with butterflies. Canine on feline.

They had gotten frisky last night. Max smooched with her while Tarot sucked him off. His cum shooting across her muzzle was hard to forget. She almost liked it. So many possibilities. All the configurations played out in her mind in teasing glimpses.

Peanut unsheathed against her fur. He huffed, licked his chops, and gave a deep sigh. It all came pressing on her butt cheeks and up her back. She shivered, tail fluttering against it.

Grape tilted her hips and pressed her fingers to her crotch. She grazed her fingers over her clit, pushing inside herself. She dragged them back out, bringing moisture over her nub, rubbing, letting out a strained huff.

She'd wake up with Peanut. He'd be in a perfect position. He'd lift up her leg, bite down on her nape, and in one firm motion, bury himself. Grape hummed, spreading her labia, pushing in. He'd be slow, give her time to wake up. If she even needed to wake up. One of the few things she loved more than sleeping was sleeping with him in. Successfully welcoming his knot, filling her completely, stopping his incessant movements by keeping him pressed to her butt.

Twisting two fingers, Grape held in a grunt. She flipped around, making Max mutter in his sleep. Her wet fingers gripped around Peanut's dick. He was as warm in her paw as he was on her back. She doubted Max or Tarot would complain. Peanut wouldn't. He'd want to mate her the moment he woke up. She licked her lips before her drool could reach Max's fur.

Eyes closed, she went by touch. Pre leaked from his rod. She pressed his dick against his belly, rubbing up and down, fingertips exploring his widening knot. Canines were so different: wider, almost too smooth. Squirming lower, she got her other paw around his knot. She squeezed, relishing the thickness, the curves as he grew. Peanut's hot breath hit her face. He thrusted in her paws. Subconscious. He had a tendency to hump whenever presented with her grip. Grape wrapped her digits further around and tried to keep him satisfied, to urge him on even in sleep.

That became difficult due to the vigor in his thrusts. His width didn't help. She cupped his package instead. His creamy balls overflowed in her paw, slapping around. He was panting in her ear, shaking the dogpile. She craved his hips on hers, to feel his balls smack more than her palm. Max twisted above her. Tarot shuffled beside. Grape could settle for feeling him erupt in her paws, letting his cum streak over her chest. Or better yet...

She pushed Peanut flat. Her head spinned, but the smell of his flesh brought her head down. She pressed her nose to his massive dick, meeting his eyes as he woke. She kneaded his balls and squeezed his knot. He panted, blinking, then nodded. She opened her mouth, sucking his leaky tip. He rocked his hips and filled her maw. She grunted, eyes losing focus. She dropped till he bent down her throat. His dick flexed. Peanut moaned like how only he could: joyous, carefree. He held her down to his pulsing cock, rubbing her ears. She kissed the knot pressed to her lips. Her throat buzzed, tail raised, her pussy leaking. She thought she already drained most of it out of him yesterday.

"What the heck, Grape?" Max muttered, sitting up.

Tarot groaned.

Peanut released his paws. Grape pulled off, gasping, cum drooling from her tongue.

"Grape, you-" Peanut started. "Why'd you do that?"

She caught her breath, shrugging. "I thought you might like it."

He drummed his digits against her belly. "Could we do it again?"

"Wait wait wait," Max said. "Since when have you been waking up Peanut like that?!"

"Trying to sleep, Max," Tarot said.

"Since today," Grape whispered.

"Do I get one?"

Grape swiped off her mouth. "Maxy, Peanut was very productive."

Maxwell mumbled to himself, shrugging off his own stiffy. "Well, okay."

"Did you want me to do you?" Peanut said.

"What?" Max gasped.

Peanut blushed. "I meant Grape!"

Tarot growled. "If you guys don't shut it, so help me dog." She turned away, folding a pillow over her ears.

"You can wake me up like that at some point, Peanut," Grape whispered. She fell back onto Max, wrapping her wet paw around his penis. "But I shouldn't have interrupted our cuddle time."

"Thank you, Grape," Tarot said.

"Thank you Grape," Max murmured, thumb brushing her cheek.

Peanut made no advances, but Grape's scent, and hearing her pump Max to completion a couple times, made it difficult to snooze. Between the games, and the movies, and the roleplaying, her napping backside kept catching his gaze. It must have been intentional how she kept her tail pulled back. They spent plenty of their time together awake, tied at the hip, but her offer still grew in his dreams.

He bickered with Grape, getting into position kneeling behind her in her bed. His dick was dripping with her arousal. Her labia was swollen. She was much more interested in him continuing to try to give her puppies. Finally she agreed. Tugging on her tail, he pressed his dick to her butt, easing in till he could kiss his knot to her ass. The pressure flooded his senses. She moaned, high-pitched. Release was close. His knot swelled. He pushed it against her, pulling hard on her tail. Her ass stretched so easily. He wanted to knot her, see what it felt like to have her ass hold him in. No way she would stop him now.

Whining, Peanut woke up. His erection greeted him. The more he stared at his own red flesh, the more it pulled from his sheath. Haziness still tugged down on him. His bed held so much warmth. He sniffed the air, rubbing himself. Grape's scent drifted over from her room. She was warmer anyway.

Trying and failing to hide all his erection with his paws, Peanut shuffled across the hall. He closed himself in her room, ensuring the door didn't slam, pulse pounding. It never occurred to him he might actively try to avoid waking her up. He inched towards her bed. Her blinds were shuttered, making it difficult to make out her finer details. He followed his nose: the fishy smell in her breath, the unmistakable scent of a mate. If any pet knew him and Grape, they could tell how they were spending their time. But no one dared risk insults. Grape's claws stayed sharp no matter how cute she looked.

His eyes adjusted. She slept on her side, head curled in. Her tail wrapped around her, hugged in her paws. Smiling, he elected to sit down beside her bed. He wiggled his fingers, hovering over her arm. He let them fall down on her. Grape only let out a breath.

Peanut built up his courage. He smoothed her ruffled fur. He gave her butt a squeeze, wrapping his paw around the base of her tail. Still she snoozed, guilty with the scent he'd been pumping into her, but so innocent in appearance. In the comfort of her dark room, his eyes grew heavy again. His erection disappeared. He slipped into bed with her, pressing up close. Grape's azure fur offered a soothing warmth. His sheath felt snug under her tail. Sleep called out.

But in rubbing Grape's belly with an absentminded paw, he was inches from her crotch. He grazed over her mound, her supple vulva covered in fine fur. And so pliable. A fingertip spread her lips. His mouth watered. She tasted so mind-numbingly good when she came, thighs wrapped to his head. He sighed, licking his chops. Grape mumbled dreams of her own, pushing her hips to his fingers.

Adjusting himself, his dick grew between her legs. He slipped his fingers in, eyes closed, going only by memory of how she liked to be played with. Where to rub, when to stretch her more, how hard to press and twist. Peanut hoped he could make her cum in her sleep, but he loved just feeling her. Her slickness made it easy to enjoy the texture. In small ways, she felt different from Tarot. They were both so hard to tie, but Grape wasn't built to have a knot push past her lips. Which made it all the more amazing. Grape had to be active, holding him, urging him all the way in. As he grew, so did his urge to make good on her offer. To make her labia stretch. To let her feel every inch.

Peanut huffed, sliding his dick against her pussy. Sleepiness no longer clouded him. Her heat on his cock released him from consequences. He pressed his tip to her crease, heart thumping. He wrapped his arms around her belly, rubbing, searching, finally sinking in. Her pussy rippled, gripping him, taking him bit by bit. He bit back a grunt, hips sliding slowly across the bed. He pressed his hips to her butt, unsheathing straight into her. Peanut huffed as quietly as he could. Stimulation electrified his hips. There was no resistance now, nothing stopping him from mating her however hard he wanted. But he wanted to let her sleep a little bit longer. He kept squishing, keeping most of his shaft buried. Her pussy kept him warm. Her butt felt amazing to wiggle against.

Peanut held in a moan with eyes shut tight, knot swelling each time he rocked in. He needed to get closer, to tie her while he still could. But he had to do the hard part himself. Peanut lifted her leg. He pressed close enough to feel her on his bulb. He strained. Her lips spread, wrapping halfway, but not quite there.

He sighed and pulled out, cock dripping on her bed. Her walls stayed spread. The smell of her drowned out thought, only needing to be with her again. He pushed her onto her back, grabbed her legs. They came together. He slid his widening knot in.

It was too much to be quiet over. Grape took him without even trying, giving much needed pressure all around. He leaned over her, untying, and pumped her hard. He moaned. Her deepening breaths urged him on. He panted over her, thrusts moving her whole body, giving her everything. His balls smacked. He knotted with growing confidence. As he widened, he slowed, indulging how she slipped around. Grinding her hard, her mouth twitched. He strained, pushing out, away from her addictive hold, then lining up and trying again. With a wet plap, he sank in place. He sighed, eyes closed in bliss. There was no way he could try that again. She was holding him till they were done. He grew inside, far from finished. He thrusted deep. His balls pressed to her soaking fur. He panted, looking down at Grape's relaxed pose. She was smiling slightly, her mouth agape.

Peanut didn't bother to stop his noisy humps. "Are you awake?" he asked.

Eyes closed, she wrapped her back legs around his butt.

He laughed, pressing in and licking her cheek. "Mmmmhh! You are!"

"Don't stop," she murmured.

Peanut grabbed her legs, giddy with excitement. He couldn't keep his thrusts consistent. Her lips tugged back on his knot. Grape groaned. She finally opened her eyes.

"Sorry," Peanut breathed.

"It's okay, sweetie. Let me catch up?"

Peanut nodded. Grape bought her paw between them, rubbing quick circles, clenching his knot.

She sighed. "Do you like 'sweetie?' It feels weird." Grape blinked. She blushed. "I say that now."

"I think we're weird all the time. I like it."

"You mean the sex?"

"And the My Dinner with Andre roleplay! And acting out your Pridelands fanfiction."

"If you ever tell the others about that," Grape grumbled.

"I would never. Gapre."

Peanut grabbed her boobs, holding her gaze. When he got her to crack a smile, he gave her an unapologetic hump. Grape laughed. She reached further and cupped his balls, lifting them up.

"Carp, you're big. How'd you ever tie me?"

He squirmed. The sensation was a nice distraction to the pressure she gave. "You weren't awake for that?" he said.

"Eh."

She let go. His balls slapped back to her. Peanut murmured, kissing her hard. She held his bare neck, adjusted under him. The pressure had eased. Peanut pushed her hips down, carrying his knot deeper.

Grape shook with a moan, closing her eyes. "Mmmhhh. More of that, sweetie."

"How do you make it feel so good?"

Peanut brought their hips an inch apart, her lips stretching, then pressed back together. Their fluids squished around. Grape squeezed him through it all. His balls grew tight, lifting up, pressing to her fur, over and over. The pressure grew, her tightness the perfect complement to his short thrusts. Fluid leaked from around their tie, down her ass, plapping against his balls.

Grape dug her claws into his back, eyes shut. "Keep--! You're, you're gonna make me-"

"Mmm! Mm-hm!"

She shook, giving the first twitches around his knot. He only thrusted harder, rocking her body. Their eyes locked. They watched each other's panting faces, trying to hold on for an extra moment.

"Ah. Oh! Oh my dog!" She threw her head back, knees trembling. Vagina quivering, she urged him on with the rising tone in her moans. He grit his teeth, overstimulated, unwilling to stop. He humped her through the spurts. Wrapping her limbs to him, she curled her tail around his back. She was holding every inch.

The familiar pattern of euphoria cascaded into relief. He collapsed down on her, letting her finish draining his dick with stray muscle spasms, his balls twitching against her drenched fur. Grape peppered him with kisses. Peanut licked her neck. He was milked of everything, exhausted, but wanting more.

"Oh stop it," she said, stretching her head back for him anyway. He kept lapping, considering more ways to wake her up. For now, he'd be her blanket. They could bask in the glow, the cozy heat, the snug press of their hips that hid his length inside her.

"This is my favorite part," she murmured.

Panting, then just breathing, sleep returned.