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[i]It has been a few weeks since gods descended onto Darwinton and turned the town into a zoomans-- humanoid animals. Since then they have been adapting to their new lives, but life goes on and people get back to their old ways.[/i]

It was a cozy Wednesday night. Randal and Brandy were on the couch, Randal sitting at one end and Brandy lying across with her legs up on Randal's lap. Elizabeth was on a seat, watching the show with her two friends. Pixie was in the kitchen, putting away the leftovers. The lingering smells of chicken curry were in the air.

The show was a sitcom-- a zooman sitcom. It seemed very normal except all the characters were zoomans, including a buxom cougar lady that Randal enjoyed see on the screen. When was it made? Who filmed it? Nobody watching knew, even if they were curious.

Brandy waved her feet. Randal noticing them twitching and took a hand to her foot, massaging her instep.

Brandy giggled. "Careful. I'm ticklish."

"Everyone's ticklish," said Randal. "Where do you want me the massage then?"

Brandy bit her lip, flashing her eyes at Randal. "Oh... [i]you know[/i]..."

Randal peered over at Elizabeth. "I don't think Elizabeth would appreciate me rubbing you off in front of her."

Elizabeth smirked. "It's nothing I haven't experience before. When I was hanging out with Wynona the other day, she and her boyfriend were touching each other while we watched Animaniacs."

Randal and Brandy chuckled. They turned their attention back to the TV. In that episode, the suited mongoose lady Dana desperately needed a costume for a Halloween party so she's doing favors around the office.

"Where was this filmed?" asked Brandy. "[i]When?[/i]"

"I don't know," said Randal. "I think from that [i]other[/i] world."

"What other world?" asked Elizabeth.

Randal shrugged. "I don't know. It's a world that's not this one that's where all the animals like Geffa have come from." He rubbed Brandy's knee. "That's just what I'm told."

"Well..." Elizabeth drummed on her knees. "If school's back in session despite"-- she looked down at her body, a collie's body-- "this, then I'm sure they could be filming television shows again."

"Really?" asked Randal. "I should have asked if I could be in a show."

"Can you act?" asked Brandy.

Randal was about to say something, but then hesitated. "No," he squeaked out.

"Some stores are re-opening," said Elizabeth. "Our neighbor"-- Elizabeth pointed in the direction of one of the house's neighboring houses-- "went to a restaurant on the other end of the town."

"Really?" asked Brandy. She turned to her mastiff boyfriend, caressing his arm. "Randal, we should go."

Randal smiled. "Yeah! It would be a nice date."

"[i]Date...[/i]" Brandy didn't think about a date. She wanted food, that was all. But she like the idea of date. She grinned. "Yeah. A date!"

Randal felt vulnerable. This had escalated quickly. "Ummm..." He shifted in his seat. "Do you want to?"

"Of course!" said Brandy. "It would be nice to go on a fancy date!"

"Ok!" Randal cleared his throat. "Do they take reservations? Is it a fancy place?"

Mentally, Elizabeth went through what she was told by the neighbor she talked to the other day. "I think you have to get a reservation but you should be able to get in. It's a ritzy place so dress as best as you can. However..." Elizabeth drifted off.

"What is it?" asked Randal.

Elizabeth smiled, and shrugged. "There's that nice park nearby and a lot of people like it as a... [i]romance[/i] ground."

It was practically a date. Randal got the number and called the place and made a reservation for Friday. He would have settled for a school night but getting a Friday was a good score.

It was the night of the date and Randal was dressed up in a nice shirt and pair of pants. It was weird to be so dressed up and barefoot but that was the world he lived in now. He went upstairs to the living room and everyone else was waiting there for him.

Patricia clapped. "Looking nice!"

Elizabeth walked up and patted Randal on his shoulder. "Very handsome, Randal!"

Randal giggled, embarrassed for himself.

Todd crossed his arms. "I don't think dressing up is a big deal. We all know you are going to rip off those clothes before the meal is done."

Pixie pinched one of Todd's ears. "Don't be such a mutt, Todd! Randal looks very nice." She turned to him and her face dropped. "I'm almost jealous [i]I'm[/i] not the one who's going on a date with him!"

Randal blushed.

A car pulled in the driveway and the engine ceased. The doorbell rung.

"That's her!" said Randal.

Randal walked briskly to the door, slow enough to not be running but as fast as he could go.

He opened the door and there was Brandy. Not dressed in a mere dress but something of a gown. It was a red shimmering dress that clung to her fatty body closely. It was armless and the short skirt showed off her bare feet.

Randal stared for a moment. He shook his head. "You're gorgeous!" He shook his head again. "I mean... hello Brandy."

Brandy chuckled and took Randal's hand as he escorted her inside.. "Glad I got your approval."

Brandy walked in and everyone got to see the plus-sized cat girl in her beautiful dress. They cheered and Brandy spiraled so they could see every angle, including her tailless ass. She was 300 pounds of beauty!

"Hello Brandy!" said Elizabeth. "You are looking beautiful!"

"Yowza!" said Patricia, crossing her arms. "Someone dressed to the nines."

Randal rubbed the back of his head. "I'm embarrassed. I didn't have anything so nice on me. No suit."

Brandy pinched the sides of the skirt and peeled them out. "Neither did I, but the advantages of having a panda goddess for a roommate is that she can manifest designer wear out of nothing!"

Pixie patted down Brandy's flabby form. "I might have to see this panda lady." She tugged on her own fat. "I need to get myself some nice clothes!"

Randal stared. That dress brought out all of Brandy's best curves. Her large melon breasts, her fat sack of a tummy, and her wide, lardy ass. The dress let everyone see her plus-sized legs. Her wide feet were always a joy to see.

The mastiff had an elation in his loins. He tried to fight it, for a moment, but then decided he'd let himseld be erect. He had permission to. As his housemates prodded and examined Randal's cat girlfriend, Randal stared and let himself get aroused, a tent building up on his pants.

The others tended to the cat before noticing Randal staring with a triangle on his crotch.

Patricia chuckled. "Oh, [i]Randal[/i]. Looks like you are enjoying Brandy's new look."

Everyone noticed Randal's boner. Randal didn't mind. He walked over to Brandy and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. "Can you blame me? I got an absolute [i]beaut[/i] for a girlfriend!" He pecked Brandy on her cheek.

Brandy giggled, blushed, and wondered if anyone heard her cum her panties just then.

"You two better get out of here then!" said Pixie, gesturing at them like she was pushing them away. "Otherwise this date will be nothing more that a nice mating session on the floor!"

Todd crossed his arms. "I don't see what the big deal is. I got a boner too!" The doberman pointed at his crotch, a big bulge on the front. He smiled and leaned close to Brandy. "It's for [i]you[/i]."

Randal, Patricia, and Elizabeth cringed. What a pervert! Brandy took it in stride though.

Patricia pulled Todd back. "Down, boy."

"I'm not saying that I want to replace Randal on this date," said Todd, "only that I will be thinking of you... later."

Brandy blew some hair out of her face and smirked. "You're going to be masturbating to me, huh?"

Todd nodded, enthusiastic!

There were some sighs, but Randal looked over and saw Brandy looking comfortable with Todd's forwardness so the mastiff held off on getting angry at his roommate.

Pixie smiled, her fat cheeks wide. She escorted Randal and Brandy to the door, her tail swaying behind her. "It is great to be so open with each other." She leaned close to Brandy and whispered. "Truthfully, I'll be doing the same later as well."

Randal and Brandy giggled. The house waved bye to the two lovepets and the mastiff and obese cat walked out the door, waving their nice butts behind them.

Outside was nice. The breeze was warm. The sound of crickets was like a nocturnal symphony. Stars twinkled above. The sound of gentle chatter was heard in the distance, from other houses.

Randal and Brandy gazed at each other. They smiled. Brandy looked down at Randal's crotch, boner still poking forward. She snerked. "Glad you approve!"

They got in Brandy's car-- a small sedan. Brandy got on her driver's side, Randal on the passenger side. The smell of clean spray suggested that Brandy cleaned up her car a bit before their date got started.

They shut their doors, fastened their seat belts and Brandy turned on the ignition. She drove out of the driveway and got hitting the streets.

There was a quiet. The gentle rumble of the car riding the pavement. Randal tapped his feet against the angle floor, rubbing his toes into the velvet carpet.

"Golly," said Brandy, "they might be even more horny that either of [i]us![/i]"

Randal peeked down at his crotch. Yep. Still had a boner. "I wouldn't say that."

Brandy's smile faded. She wiggled in her seat and gestured a fragment of a grimace. "Hey... would it be ok if I had sex with Todd? I know he's weird, but... he's also good-looking."

Randal sighed. It was a defeated sigh that got Brandy nervous for a moment. She braced herself, but then Randal said: "It wouldn't be anything I haven't done. Todd's... a bit of a creep but when he's shirtless and has his dick out--" Randal sunk in his seat, cradling a drunken smile-- "he's... very attractive." The mastiff sat up straight. "I'd be a hypocrite to object."

Brandy giggled. "It's nice--" The cat turned to Randal, smiling with all teeth out-- "hearing you talk about your gay crushes."

"Not crushes," said Randal, "[i]attractions[/i]."

They chuckled. After another moment of quiet, Randal thought to break out caveman speak. "Oork! Weirdy doberman get me wiener like [i]rock[/i]! Me need doberman weeny in me butt!"

Brandy giggled. "Oooga booga!" She took a hand off the wheel to pound her chest. "Me want mastiff weeny in backside!"

"Me find fat cat beautiful in pretty furs," said Randal, referencing her dress but not knowing how a cartoon caveman would call it.

Brandy gazed at her dressed and wiggled in her seat. "Me feel pretty in dress. Me secretly hope me don't go boom-boom in pants!"

They both snickered, Brandy calming herself down quickly as she could to concentrate on the road. Randal reached across the console to rub Brandy's tummy. It was meant to be a pleasant gesture, nothing more, and Brandy turned to him and smiled. Randal could feel a heat rising from her crotch though, and his tent twitched with excitement!

Re-checking a piece of paper Brandy wrote out, they found the road they were looking for and kept an eye on the side of the street for a restaurant. Neither of them had been to that part of town very often so they didn't know what the place looked like.

There was a building with a staircase going up the side to a back garden. Even with a small space to peek into that back lot, they could see festive hanging lights and heard some gentle violin music. It could have been the restaurant so Brandy slowed down and saw the sign out from: Orso's.

They parked their car and walked out. The street was quiet and the pavement was warm on their bare feet. They walked across the street to the restaurant and saw that a light was on inside. As they got close, they saw that the restaurant had activity.

The two walked in the front door and while the lobby was cramped with its small size, it was cozy. The finished wood walls had a crisp look, and the main floor with all the tables had a nice red carpet. Most tables had no one at it but some were occupied and the various customers looked happy.

The front desk had a duck lady-- Jezebel was her name. She wore a red vest.

Jezebel flashed a big smile on her beak when she saw the handsome boyfriend and girlfriend couple walk in the doors. "Greetings! I assume you are Randal and Brandy?"

Randal nodded. Brandy smiled. "That's us."

"Then are you still desiring an outdoor table?" asked Jezebel.

Randal looked at Brandy. "How about it?"

Brandy grinned. "Yes. Of course!" She looked around the dining room. "I didn't know this place had an indoors anyway."

Jezebel chuckled. "Why of course! It'll get more use when the fall months come around." She stepped out from the pedestal and gestured towards the back of the dining space to a row of wooden, windowed doors. "Proceed to outdoor patio. Your waiter will be with you shortly."

"Thank you," the two said in cute unison.

They walked through the dining space. There were a number of couples at various tables, eating and enjoying themselves. A sizzle caught the ears of Randal and Brandy and they looked over to see a serving window in the far side of the dining space. Inside the window they could see a bear, or at least the bottom of a bear's head. They couldn't see all of his body through the window. He was wearing an apron, so the couple figured he was a chef.

They went up to the push doors out to the patio, the one with all the festive lights strung up around the stage. There was a pug girl, wearing the same outfit as the duck inside, waiting for them. When she saw Randal and Brandy come out, she grinned. "Let's get you seated."

The outdoor area wasn't as dense with tables as the indoor area, but most of them were being used. The pug girl walked Randal and Brandy over to a table by the edge of the stone floor. Beyond the edge of the patio, the land sloped down and led into a large copse of trees-- the "wilderness" area that some customers would like to explore once they were done their dinner.

There was a lot of space between tables but the one Brandy and Randal were seated at was neighbored by a few other couples. There was a whale woman with a crow man at one table and a cat man sitting with a turtle man.

Brandy took her seat at a grated metal table. Her big butt was going to hang over the edges of the seat but she would put up with it. Randal sat across from her, a candle lit between them.

"Ok," said the pug, taking out a notepad. "Can I start you with something?"

There were two menus on the table. "Oh," said Randal as he picked one up. Brandy did the same. They glanced down the appetizers menu.

"What did you want to get?" asked Randal.

"I dunno," said Brandy, flapping her feet on the tile floor. "How does breadsticks sound?"

"I can do breadsticks," said Randal with a smile.

"What's for drink?" asked the pug.

Randal looked over at Brandy. "A red wine?"

Brandy nodded. "A red wine."

"Ok..." the pug held her notepad under her arm. "Should I give you guys more time to decide?"

Brandy smiled. "Please."

The pug left them and the two got busy scanning the menu. Both were impressed with how big the menu was. There was four pages dedicated to main courses alone but both of them knew how intergrated this new society was with magic, so whatever they had in the kitchen, it must have been miraculous.

"God," said Brandy, "this all sounds good." She took a finger to a paragraph on the menu. "[i]Broiled chicken served in a red wine gravy with a side of roasted vegetables.[/i]" She paused. "Hmmm, maybe we should have went with a white wine."

"I wonder if they serve Chinese?" asked Randal. "I've never had restaurant quality General Tso's."

"Hey," said Brandy, tapping Randal's foot with her own, "You wouldn't mind if I had [i]two meals[/i], would you?"

"Go right ahead!" said Randal, with a smile. "It's not like it [i]costs[/i] anything."

Brandy grinned. "I need to get my weight up. I've gone down six pounds since becoming a cat."

Randal put a hand to his cheek. "[i]Oh noooooo...[/i] We can't have that!"

Brandy chuckled. "It's all the sex I have-- it's such good exercise!"

Randal waggled his feet around for Brandy to play with. "Hopefully it doesn't slim you down [i]too[/i] much." He reached across the table to take Brandy's hand. "My lovable fatso..."

Brandy moaned with pleasure. The mastiff knew how to compliment her. "Goodness, I never tire of the lovely names you call me. But..."

Randal was waiting for a response but his cat girlfriend trailed off. "What is it?"

Brandy dug her toe into the ground, shyly. "Could you... tease me about my bedwetting problem?"

Randal lit up. He was surprised. "Uh... ok." He cleared his throat. "You... [i]beautiful bedwetter[/i]."

Brandy cooed and folded her arms into her body, blushing. "Yes, yes!"

Randal picked up Brandy's hand and pecked her wrist. "You gorgeous night-tinkler." That made Brandy's legs twist with joy. Randal smirked. "You irresistable sheet-leaker." He swam his eyes. "A muse who puddles her mattress."

Brandy broke out into a snicker. "Not if I wear diapers to bed."

Randal let go of Brandy's hand and rose up. He smiled. "Any pet names you want to call me?"

Brandy stood her elbows on the table and cradled her head, smiling. "I don't know. You don't have any big negative qualities." She eyed his gut. "You're chubby but--" Brandy shifted in her seat so her fat jiggled-- "not as much as me!"

Randal chuckled. "No big negative qualities, huh? I'm honored."

Brandy leaned back, throwing her neck over the edge of the chair. "I could call you 'dean-porker' but a lot of people have been calling you that."

Randal chuckled again, and blushed.

Brandy rubbed her cheeks. "You're a dog. We could make it racial. How about... crotch-sniffer? Or fire hydrant?" She fanned out her hands and counted on her fingers. "Bowl drinker..."

"That first one is true," said Randal. He looked down at the appetizer plate set in front of him. "Usually."

Brandy grinned. "I was thinking toilet bowl though. Because dog."

A snicker escaped Randal. "Oh! I like that."

Brandy rubbed a hand down Randal's arm. "You handsome toilet mouth."

Randal bit his lip and curled his toes. That got his heart beating!

The pug waitress came back with a bowl of bread sticks and a bottle of wine and put them on the table. "Alright. Ready to order?"

The two ordered their meals-- Brandy ordering both carbonara and a steak. They didn't have General Tso's chicken so Randal settled for chow mein. They cracked open the bottle of red wine while they waited.

The pug brought the meals out on a cart. The table got crowded with everyone's meals but the lovers would manage. Brandy started with the steak and the first bite sold her on it being the best steak she ever had. With a fork and knife she carved it down to the bone and enjoyed herself while doing it.

Randal took it slow. The chow mein was good with crisp vegetables. He was disappointed that there was no meat-- he should have read the menu more closely-- but that disappointment went away as he ate the dish and realized it was very tasty.

He was halfway done his meal by the time Brandy got to her carbonara. Brandy watched Randal pick up his noodles with a fork and shovel them into his mouth.

"Better than eating out of a bowl, huh?" said Brandy.

Randal smiled, put down his fork, and leaned down to take a bite of his meal as he would have been forced to at home. He pulled the noodles up, sucked them into his mouth, chewed, then swallowed. Brandy giggled.

The cat got the same idea. Setting aside the remains of her steak, she brought the carbonara centerfold and dipped her head down to take a bite. She got sauce on her cheeks but she brought the food up, chewed, and swallowed. She giggled.

"Better than eating out of a bowl [i]on the floor[/i], huh?" said Brandy.

"Yep!" said Randal. He chuckled and lowered his head to take another bite. Maybe he would prefer to eat like that.

Brandy gazed around. Everyone was preoccupied with their own meals. If eating like animals was strange behavior, no one cared. People had their own strange behaviors, like the cat woman in the corner rubbing a hand down her pants.

Brandy looked at Randal chomping at his plate like the dog he was. "We've all gotten pretty weird huh?"

Randal raised his head and let out a big gulp. "Is that a bad thing?"

"I guess not," said Brandy.

There was a silence, and Randal knew it was a good opportunity to ask a question that had been weighing on him. "Hey Brandy..."

"Yes?" asked Brandy, her eyes full of innocence.

"A week ago you said something..." said Randal.

"What?" asked Brandy.

"You said you wanted to have..." Randal gulped-- "my babies."

Brandy broke out into a snickering fit. "Oh that? Don't think nothing of it. I was just playing!"

"But..." Randal fidgeted with his fingers on the edge of the table-- "if something like that happened, would you regret it?"

Brandy twirled a finger in her hair. "Honestly, I don't think so. I'm an animal now so it feels like [i]that[/i] is just waiting to happen!" She giggled. "I'm not super [i]wanting[/i] to have a kid but..." She smiled wide-- "If it was [i]you[/i], I'd be ok with it."

Randal beamed! That was a very good answer. "I'm not looking to be a father either but... you..." He put his hands off the table, getting formal. "If you got pregnant with my child, I would be happy!"

Brandy clutched the rim of her dress and sighed. "Really?" She shook on a big grin. "I'll keep that in mind!"

They stared at each other, their eyes glistening with passion. Brandy tapped her claws on the table and Randal had a huge erection going down his left pant leg. It creased out like a dog hiding under bedsheets.

"You're very pretty tonight," said Randal.

"You too," said Brandy.

Randal squirmed in his seat. "I... I got a huge erection."

Brandy peeked under the table, saw the bar going down Randal's pants, and snerked. She leaned up. "Wow! Someone's got you going [i]diamond[/i]!" She looked around jokingly. "I wonder who it is?"

Randal leaned forward and pitched his chin on his wrists. "Oh... she's nearby."

Brandy reached a foot over and rubbed some toes on Randal's pants, feeling that massive hog through his clothes. Randal cocked his head and moaned.

"D-do you like?" asked Randal.

Brandy snickered. "Oh, you mean the 10 inch cock I've had inside me a hundred times? Yeah I'm a fan."

"Give it a minute," said Randal. "With you in that dress I think it's going to stretch out to 11 inches or 12."

Brandy swam her eyes. "Give me a minute. Soon you'll be smelling my [i]scent[/i]."

The cat put her foot down. Randal smiled.

It hit his nose. Brandy's vaginal essence crept over to Randal's side of the table and greeted the dog's nose with sensual smells. Randal smiled and he clamped his knees together. "I can smell it."

"Yep," said Brandy.

"Did you... want to start?"

Brandy smiled and got up. She walked down the hill and Randal followed, their bare feet touching the wonderful nighttime grass. Randal looked over at his lover, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

She looked down at Randal's crotch, big erection pressing out on his pants in front of him. She lifted her eyes up and giggled. "Dog have [i]BEEEG[/i] log for me!"

Randal grunted. "Me wanna mate with big cat lady."

Brandy chuckled.

The two walked into the trees, the sounds of other couples in the midst having sex echoing across the floor. Randal and Brandy found a spot that was far enough away from others that they didn't think they were going to be disturbed. It was beside an outcropping and a pond.

They stared at each other, feet aimed at each other. They leaned into each other and kissed. They chomped at each other and moaned, letting slobber flick around their maws.

Brandy leaned back against a tree and Randal stepped forward to press his body into hers, big breasts and belly smooshing into Randal's form. The dog had a hardon below poking outward in his pants. The boner pushed into Brandy's crotch and the girl's toes began to twitch.

Randal took his arms around her and rubbed down her back. He moved them below and put them up under her dress to feel her ass. He carressed and squeezed her butt cheeks, sliding his hand underneath her panties to cop a better feel of the furry mounds.

Brandy gave permission for Randal to drop her undergarments with her lusty smell coming from her crotch. Randal's nose picked up her aroma and he knew it was time to undress his girlfriend. He put his thumbs around the waistline and dropped Brandy's panties.

The cat girl giggled. The night breeze tickled her sweltering pussy.

Randal brought the [i]moist[/i] panties down to Brandy's wide feet and the cat stepped out of them. Randal couldn't help himself: he lifted Brandy's dress and took a look at it. Brandy was [i]leaking[/i]. Strings of cum ravaged her thighs. Honey was dripping from her sex.

The dog couldn't help it. He leaned in and took a big lick up Brandy's sex. She whimpered, folding her toes. Randal swallowed the juice and let the dress fall over him as he chomped down on his girlfriend's puss. He gobbled up the cream she had to offer and bit and chewed on her netherlips.

Brandy squealed and cranked her neck. She patted Randal's head through her dress. "Lemme sit, lemme sit."

Randal settled down and Brandy got down on the grass below, stretched out her legs. Randal got busy again, taking Brandy's cheeks in his hand and devouring her vagina. Tongue inside, chewing on lip-- Randal ate serious cat!

Brandy howled and cried into the air. She twitched her body and thrust her waist into the moon sky as Randal ate her up. Randal's lips, tongue and teeth were like a storm of sexual pleasure. She twisted her feet inward and screamed.

Randal wanted to taste it all. He licked down Brandy's lips and grunted. He stuck his tongue inside and felt around. He sucked his lips to Brandy's vulva.

Brandy squirmed. She swore she was going to poop herself. Her ass cheeks dug into the forest floor rubbing against a root of the tree.

Randal's hardon was hovering above the grass. For eating his girlfriend's vagina, his mastiff boner was out as far as it could go, nearly splitting out of his pants. It pressed up against the crotch fabric like it was pitching a tent for a crowd of people.

Brandy gripped the ground and rubbed her feet into the grass. She wanted to tear that pretty dress off of her and be bare naked for the world-- expose her true animal self. Randal chomped on her and energy coursed through Brandy's body like solar winds. It was obvious that sex was the highest state imaginable. What use was anything else?

Randal rubbed Brandy's ass but the cat girl whimpered and pressed her feet inward, her legs smacking on Randal's side. It was coming. Randal snarled as he devoured Brandy's sex and the cat made a humming sound. Her breath got heavy and winded. She gripped Randal's arms as an energy poured out of her.

Brandy howled as she came. The howl echoed over the forest floor. Her sex passages poured out their contents and got caught and lapped up by Randal's tongue. One taste of the fresh deluge and Randal turned into a ferocious werewolf trying to snatch up all the cream that his cat partner had to offer. He snarled, eyes crazed, and he drank it like ambrosia.

Brandy groaned, moaned, meowed and screamed into the air. She evacuated her cum while her dog lover went feral on her sex. Her body could have melted with such energy.

Randal kept up the hurricane of chew even as Brandy's flow settled. Once he noticed that the cat was relaxing, Randal setteled down and brought his wet muzzle up from the cat.

Randal leaned up. On his knees, his hardon poked out of his pants like a beast trying to escape a garbage bag. He removed his belt, unzipped his pants, and let his cock out into the moonlight. The breeze felt so good on the 10 inch member, ample thickness keeping it strong. He had to be careful removing his shirt so it would tear. He unbuttoned it and let his chubby mastiff gut into the air.

Brandy smiled at her boyfriend, handsome belly hanging out and cock firing out like a plank off a ship. Randal smiled back. He removed his shirt and tossed it aside, then got up and let his pants drop to his feet. He kicked them off and tossed them aside. Randal the mastiff: now naked and with a [i]wanting[/i] cock floating in front of him.

Brandy got another breath and then got up. She reached behind to unzip her dress and then unhooked her shoulders. The dress fell off her body and all it took was a removal of the bra for her to be as naked as her lover. She hung the dress on a nearby tree, wanting to make sure it was kept safe.

The cat girl approached Randal with a sultry look. She walked up and planted a hand on that huge cock. Randal's eyes with sideways and he hung his mouth open, drooling. Brandy motioned Randal to get on the ground and Randal sat down. The cat girl got on her knees and brought her head to Randal's cock.

Oral sex always tasted so good. Brandy macked on Randal's dick like it was a popsicle that needed every side of it planted with her feline lips. She kissed it, sucked it, licked it, and chewed only a bit.

Randal threw his head and panted. His dick was so sensitive in that state. Just one of his girlfriend's many gestures could have made that mastiff explode like a shook-up bottle of soda. He whipped his tongue around, like if he took it to the air he could taste was Brandy was tasting.

The cat loved the cock. She took her tongue on the bottom of that hard shaft and licked upward, from sac to tip. How does cock taste so good she wondered. She massaged Randal's balls as she did the deed-- his huge mastiff balls. As she played with his cock, his sac swung around. There was a lot of fur on that sac but Randal was an adult and he had an adult's sac-- full of semen.

Brandy took to putting the cock in her mouth and letting it-- or the few inches of it she felt comfortable taking-- ride up and down her lips and tongue. Careful with would drag a few teeth on it, only to rub the slightest tip down the mastiff's thick skin.

Randal whimpered and groaned. It was a magnicent blowjob, he had to admit! Out of all the blowjobs, it was shaping up to be the best but that was the problem. He gripped the ground and pressed his toes into his soles but he couldn't hold it in. His cat girlfriend was stoking his fire too much!

He squealed and a bead of cum fired out into Brandy's mouth. The cat girl moaned with pleasure and let that tongue snake around Randal's shaft. That wasn't going to help things. Another tug back and Randal's cock fired again. The canals were open and Randal's balls began to drained.

Brandy's hands rubbed down Randal's shaft to get the flow going but then Brandy embraced a few more inches of the shaft, jamming the beast to the back of her throat. It hurt and made her uncomfortable but she was rewarded with the sensation of cum firing out of Randal's cock point blank into her throat.

Randal howled as Brandy groaned. Randal howled into the air that all could hear.

The cock dug into the back of her throat but Brandy concentrated on slow breaths as cum drizzled down her throat without her swallowing. The dog coated her pipes.

Once the firing slowed, Brandy removed the cock and got a breath. Saliva and jism hung from her lips and chin. She coughed.

Randal collapsed on the floor, spent. Brandy relaxed her throat and recovered.

After a few minutes, Brandy's got on the ground and held her legs up, spreading them open for Randal to see her pussy. The cat [i]needed[/i] his cock. Her pussy was a hole that was leaking out her life essence. If it wasn't plugged, she would die. She needed Randal's cock to plug her hole!

And Randal couldn't resist. Brandy looked at him with full of lust. Her vagina was aimed at him, her fat legs were aimed at him, and her beautiful feet were aimed at him. He walked up and took a foot, rubbing her soles. The cat giggled.

He got down on his knees and grabbed Brandy's thighs. He aimed his hardon into her and went inside. Brandy threw her eyes back as Randal got to thrusting inside of her. It was the lovely churn, Randal poking her insides with his huge dog cock.

They grunted and rattled into each other. Two animals mating on the forest floor under beautiful moonlight. Their cries rolled over the floor towards other couples having their animalistic evening out into the wilderness. It was a forest of sexy pleasures.

Randal's waist slammed into Brandy's center. With every jab of a 10 inch cock, there was the thump of Randal's chubby frontside colliding with the top of Brandy's cooch. It sent shivers down Brandy's leg and left a tingle on her butthole.

There was no need for them to stare at each other, exchanging romantic gazes. They couldn't. The sex was so good that they took to staring out into space, eyes full of dumb. Both of them let their mouths hang open and their tongues waggle out. They were lost in the ecstasy of intercourse, grunting happily.

Two lovers, from two different livelihoods, turned into beasts, and how now found each other. They mated under the moonlight, uncaring in where they came from. They were only animals in that moment.

Brandy stretched her legs out and her moans got strained. It was coming. She rubbed her vagina all around Randal's cock and gripped the grass tight. She left the dog's shaft pull on her opening and made her feel her arousal [i]deep[/i].

The cat groaned as the first string of juice dripped into her canals, then she tossed her head back and groaned louder. She breathed hard as her canals flooded with her essence. They pooled and flowed out of her, leaking on Randal's sac.

Randal bit his lip and growled. The tickle of Brandy's cum got his pole ready to burst. He gripped Brandy's fatty thighs tight enough that his fingers sank into her pillowy flesh. He drooled and rocked into her like a mechanical press.

Strings of cum escaped him, then a burst followed. He geysered out cum and howled upward, flooding Brandy's tunnel with his white cream. It filled up quick and joined Brandy's cum in flowing outward, getting all over Brandy and Randal's crotches.

They fidgeted into each other, releasing every bit of orgasm they could, once their orgasms slowed, so did they. Their breathing calm, their faces relaxed, and they unhinged from one another.

Round two didn't take to long to arrive. After regaining her horny, Brandy's got on her hands and knees and presented to Randal. Randal was a dog so it was expected that he liked doggystyle but truthfully it was Brandy's favorite position. She slowed that sloppy vagina to him, surrounded by big ass cheeks of white fur. She smiled, fangs out for the dog to see.

Randal climbed onboard and draped his body over her back. He put his arms down around Brandy's torso and got pumping. The two enjoyed a round of doggystyle, both of their faces getting caught up in the hail of sexual arousal and looking off into the distance, focus exclusively on the sensation of penis-to-vagina.

They took it slow and quiet. They didn't need to express outstanding arousal-- they knew how they other felt. They went at it for a while, Randal slamming his waist into his girlfriend's big flabby ass. What a sexy fatso Brandy was. Her fat pushed out into Randal's arms and he was nuts for the way her soft flesh enveloped his body.

Brandy couldn't believe what a stud she had for a boyfriend. A huge cock that worked like a continental train, that's what she had at her disposal. Randal was a strong, handsome mastiff and Brandy just thinking about him made her loins burn, let alone the dog doing the deed and sticking that cock inside her to clean out her passages.

When Brandy's arms got tired, she got Randal to lie on his back and she climbed atop and rode him. Randal wanted to see that girl's ass so she faced away from him as she hopped up and down that cock like she was riding an amusement park carousel. She held her arms out in front of her, staring off into space, big smile with her tongue hanging out. She was a happy little animal!

Randal wanted to see that girl's big belly and tits, so she flipped around facing him. The expression was still the same, she stared out into space with a big smile and her tongue draped out front like a banner. Randal couldn't reach too far so he could only caress her thighs but he liked the show.

As Brandy's hopped up and down, her huge flabby body bounced up and down. Her tits making smacking noises. Maybe it would have been embarrassing in the human world but Brandy took her eyes down to Randal and gave a confident smirk. It was [i]her[/i] fat that she dangled in front of her and she owned it. She rode Randal like a stallion, and with that huge cock up her vaginal passages, he felt like a stallion.

Time passed. They switched around sex positions like cards in a solitaire deck. They did ups and downs. They stretched themselves over each other. They tangled their legs until they burst and laid some creams onto the floor.

And each time they did they took a break. And after a few minutes, Brandy was the one to signify it was time to go again. She would flash her pussy at Randal. One time, she were turn her head low and give him a menacing look while she pried her legs open wide, like she was invited the mastiff to danger. Another time, she opened her legs as far as she could go while smiling so wide she drooled, so excited to have his cock. There was one time she sat on the ground and lifted one leg, gazing at Randal with such lusty intentions.

And each time Randal hopped on her, stuck it in, and gave her wild dick. They made their animal noises.

Randal gave posing a shot. He would get a hardon and stretch out his legs to show it off. Brandy had to hop on that. Later Randal would get up and let his dick hang out in front of him, showing off those 10 (nearly 11) inches in front of him. Brandy's eyes turned to hearts.

The dog looked at it. It throbbed in the air. He had to reach down and touch it. Pressing his claw against his shaft felt good. Then he had to rub down his shaft. It was heaven. He couldn't resist-- he got cranking. He bit his lip and pumped his rod.

Brandy waddled over and put her head in front of his cock. Randal knew what she wanted. He stared into those dreamy eyes and let his balls boil. The fizz bubbled up and raced down his shaft, spitting out onto the cat girl's cheek. She giggled but remained still as Randal emptied his shot over her head, getting jism on her fur and hair. Strings of cream plastered her bangs, her maw, her neck and her cheeks. She reached a tongue up to lick some of the jizz.

She swallowed and it tasted good.

The cat was wanting anal so after Randal recovered, Brandy got on her hands and knees again, finding a soft patch of dirt for her knees, and exposed that ass to her lover. Randal licked his lips and got up behind her, sticking his huge cock into her butt and got pumping!

Brandy's eyes swooned. She [i]loved[/i] getting fucked in the ass but living with two ladies didn't provide a lot of opportunities for that.

Brandy and Randal cycled positions more, rotating their stances like kung fu masters. Randal planked over Brandy, Brandy rode on Randal's waist, Randal got Brandy up beside a tree. Brandy was a fat girl but she loved to test her flexibility. She got on her back and held her legs up to her face so that her cunt was hanging out like a shelf.

Randal faced away and aimed his dick down into the sex hole and got poking. It was an uncommon position, and required a lot of strength, but Brandy's arms held her legs up even as she got tired. Randal curved his hard cock inside and churned Brandy's cave.

After a while of sex, the two collapsed on the forest floor. Cum was sprinkled on the grass all around. Randal crashed against a tree while Brandy lay on the ground.

She looked up, and saw Randal's cock there. She smiled. She waddled over and reached out her feet, taking Randal's dick.

Randal perked up, saw what Brandy was doing with her feet, and grinned. One final orgasm. He gripped the ground while Brandy flopped around his cock, hardness returning to the member. It grew up between cat girl toes.

Brandy had to reposition herself so she would get her aim right, and her legs were tired but she forced strength into her body and rose her toes up and down the shaft, the sides of the dick folding into the curl of her toes.

Randal was all cummed out, or so he thought, but he leaned back and enjoyed this one last pleasure. He had never had a footjob before, and in the moment, even with his body sore, he couldn't believe he had waited so long to try it.

Brandy bit her lip. She wasn't the one having her genitals jostled but feeling the big hard mastiff wiener in between her bumps of her feet was pleasurable. She felt his dick twitch and knew he was about to burst. A pulse went up the bottom his shaft. The first sling of cum slapped on Randal's belly. The second went on one of Brandy's feet, then the third.

Randal moaned as his tower fired its cannon, getting all over the ground and Brandy's feet. He didn't have much left, but he marked Brandy's foot with cum.

Once the cock began to deflate, Brandy removed her feet, wiping the cum on the grass.

Randal got his breath back. "Thanks for being my girlfriend."

"Anytime," said Brandy. "This has been a great date!"

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