Short Summary Vol. 11
#11 of Short Summaries
Num. 11! Here we are! Sorry I'm pretty quiet over on this side of the internet, I'm honestly just busy writing out my project that I'm doing which is almost ready, just another chapter and a half.
With fireworks popping and crackling in the sky, you howl as you paint the fox's big belly in the sticky white seed.
"Nice job," you pant, slowly easing off the strap-on.
The vulpine whimpered as his dick throbbed in its cage.
"Maybe I'll let ya let off "fireworks" next year,"
The wind picked up outside, making the grass dance outside, rumblings of thunder echoing in the distance.
The chubby tabby sat down beside you with his own cup, pulling you into him as you watched the storm. He entwined his hand in yours as it began to rain.
You lean against the cat's shoulder as a flash of lightning flashes across the sky. The soft fabric of his kimono, the scent of Irish Spring, the song or the storm outside your home, it was wonderful.
"Love you," you said softly.
He kissed your forehead, "I love you too,"
The cool rain poured over the both of you, but it didn't matter one bit.
Your hands grip the old guinea pig's love handles while he gropes your ass. His mustache tickled your nose as he kissed you, tasting of whiskey and cigar smoke.
You grabbed onto his shirt with one hand while he pulled you closer to him, hands folding and stroking your stiffened cock.
Nothing could be heard but the rain pelting the ground, and the passionate breath of your lovemaking.
"Hey Daddy?"
The stout corgi removed the cigar from his mouth, "Yes, kiddo?"
"How come you never yell?" You ask.
He smiled softly, his mustache widening as he caressed your cheek, "Because if I have to raise my voice higher than this, I've lost control,"
The sweetness of his gruff voice sent shivers down your spine. His wise, old eyes holding so much passion and dominance just by looking.
"And..." the dog smiles, tail thumping against the couch. "I can't yell at a cutie like you."
You kiss him on the nose, ginning.
You yank the rat's boxers down, licking your lips at the soft scent of his musk radiating from his crotch.
"Hehe, didn't' shower after work like ya asked. It's not too rank, is it?" He asked.
You share your head and grasp his thick shaft, "Smells wonderful,"
Inside Father's Inn, weary adventurers could find any older man to help you relax with the hot springs, a hot meal, or a massage.
A brawny boar would oil your naked body, working out the tension out of your muscles... as well as the one between your legs should it need relief.
You puff your warm breath in your hands as you try to retain onto any shred of heat you could.
The burly Rottweiler sitting beside you looked over and his rugged features softened.
"Cold, pup?"
"I-I'm f-fine," you stuttered.
"I-It's okay,"
You heard rustling and then something large and warm draped over your shoulders.
Sitting there, looking over the frozen lake with him wrapped in his heavy coat, the chubby dog pulled you against his warm body.
"Don't want ya to catch a cold." He said.
"You hit like a baby," you said with a giggle.
The bespectacled hyena dad looked at you with his brows raised, "That so? Alright."
You carried on with your day but that night, you were howling as the paddle struck your ass cheeks once again.
Your hard cock was dangling between your legs as the hyena's member hot-dogged your ass cheeks.
His hot breath tickled the back of your neck as he whispered, "How do I hit again?"
Another swat on your ass.
"Like my Master, Sir!" You yelped.
"Good, Pet."