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Randal and Brandy were alone in Donna's (formerly Brandy's) house. Both of their pants and underwear were in bundles on the floor. They sat barebottom on the couch. Brandy, the fat white cat, her agitated vagina rested on the couch's fabric. The mastiff Randal, after eating Brandy out, was very erect.

Randal knew what was going to happen. He stood up, cock hanging out forward. He reached up and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. Brandy got up. She took of her shirt, discarding it. She reached round back and undid her bra. Her large flabby breasts came out.

Brandy and Randal looked at each other dreamingly. Brandy gave out a quiet meow. Randal let out a quick bark. They saw each other as animals. They knew each other as animals.

Brandy stepped forward and leaned in to kiss Randal. They kissed passionately, their mouth interlocking, before they began grunting and they drooled into each other. Their hands went around each other and they got sloppy all over the place.

The cat got down on the couch and laid down across the cushions. Randal climbed on top and when she wrapped her legs around him, he entered her. She was paralyzed for a second, having such a large thick cock penetrate her. It dug all the way to the back, poking her innermost quarters and defiling them delightfully.

Randal thrusted quick and Brandy was taken for a ride. He jammed her, the big cock making a commotion in her vagina. It barged around the place, smacking into the walls. Brandy smiled wide and droolily as her toes curled and claws extended. Her gaze was miles away, lost in orgasmic pleasure as her dog mate drilled her.

Randal breathed heavily and had his hands down around Brandy's face. He groaned hard and jabbed into Brandy's center. His legs were over the armrest, feet dangling over the edge. Brandy's belly of fat rocked back and forth with Randal's rams. His large dick slid and out of her vagina, rubbing the sides with its meaty mass. Warm friction on the inside of those lips.

Brandy's gaze went wild and she smiled wide with drool rolling down her cheeks and her sharp teeth on display. She intermixed her idiotic giggling with moans of pleasure when she came. Honey seeped from her sex, oozing over Randal's jackhammer cock and dripping on the couch. She squirted again... and again! It emitted from her like lava.

After she was done, they changed positions. The couch was rather narrow so they got on the ground. Brandy presented herself. Her big tailless ass facing at Randal, vagina in view; still wet from the cum she just evacuated. How could Randal resist doggy style?

He got down on her, putting his arms to her sides. His carriage nestled into the folds on her back. Gripping the carpet below, he thrusted. Like a machine, he thrusted. Brandy's vagina was target for sturdy pumping action from Randal's titanic rod. It stretched out her vaginal lips to the sides, demanding room and shoving the frame of her sex to make some.

Brandy whimpered with joy! Randal couldn't stop a big dumb open smile on his face, tongue hanging out and drool flowing from his mouth. It dripped and splattered into Brandy's black hair and snout. Brandy felt it drip all over her and felt the urge. She let it flow. Drool oozed from her mouth and tongue and rained on the floor.

Randal rested his head down on Brandy's. Brandy looked up, Randal looked down. They stared at each other, their faces full of sexual energy and their drool dancing with each other's. Their breathing got louder and their eyes went in all sorts of directions as Randal barked like crazy and Brandy let out strained meows! Fluids burst from where their genitals connected and got all over Brandy's legs.

Pump, pump, pump. They moaned and grunted. Their animal noises filled the room and can be heard outside by neighbors. Randal thrusted as hard as he could go and Brandy hoped he'd hit her inner sanctum. Randal sawed her like a log. Brandy gripped the ground and popped her feet up.

They collapsed, Brandy resting on her large belly of fat and Randal resting on Brandy. They gathered their breath, then got up. Brandy took Randal's hand and brought her across the kitchen into the hall. She opened a door and led Randal into a dark room with dingy curtains covering the windows. On the floor was a matress with some sheets. There were a few shelves and a couple cardboard boxes in the corner. In another corner, some clothes were stacked up on the floor. It was Brandy's bedroom; the one that was given to her after Donna took over the house.

Brandy brought Randal over to the bed. She took off the blankets and got down, laying on her back up at Randal. She folded her legs up. Randal got down and inserted himself into her, the feeling of warm, wet embrace coming over his cock. He bit his lip and Brandy closed her eyes in ecstasy. As he thrusted, he looked at her smiling and loving his infiltration.

After a cum, they switched positions, with Randal laying down on top of Brandy's flabby mass and Brandy wrapping her legs around him. More thrusting. More cum. They sprayed the bedsheets were their juices.

Brandy's had her fun in her room. She wanted to cum in another. She got up and brought Randal out into the halls. One door down and it was another bedroom, the one that Brandy had slept in earlier that morning. It was an unextravagent room and that was partly because Brandy never put much into decoration before handing it over to her new master Donna, who proceeded to barely furnish it.

The blankets were already on the floor. There was powder on the mattress, one that helped the yellow stain that Brandy made that morning but didn't remove it completely. Someone would have to clean it thoroughly to get rid of the stain.

Randal looked at the stain, then up at Brandy. Brandy grinned and pointed to herself, "Bedwetter."

Randal giggled and walked up to Brandy. He reached around her to pull her close and take two hands on her luscious ass. They made out, tongue flailing and drool leaking. They huffed and grunted as they made out like cavepeople. Brandy grabbed Randal's ass and his cock went up, smacking her thigh.

She sat down, pushing the powder away from her. She spread her legs out like a wide V. Randal took her legs and held them out. In for another round, his cock slid in like a missile in the chamber. Brandy's toes wiggled and she bit her lip, giving an idiotic smile. Randal rammed her, her fatty body jiggling with his hits.

They did that position for a bit, and then switched so Brandy was leaned over the bed with her ass sticking out so Randal could get her from behind. Brandy laid down on the bed, looking back and up at her canine lover. What a stud. She rolled on her fat as Randal rocked her, two hands on her huge ass.

They came and cum drizzled down Brandy's legs onto the floor. Brandy crawled on the bed and Randal gave it to her like on the couch, her legs up around him. They spurt again. Brandy stretched out her legs. They jizzed a third time. A few more positions around the bed: sometimes with Brandy raising her flabby legs, sometimes with Randal getting her from behind. Again and again they came.

They took a break to breath. They laid on bed, catching their breath. Beneath them the mattress was stained with her ejaculate. There were blotches of wet all over the bed. Maybe Donna wouldn't appreciate them having so many orgasms on her bed, thought Brandy, especially after Brandy peed on it earlier that day.

They laid there for a bit, relaxing. After all the orgasming they had done, they needed a serious breather. Brandy wrestled her eyes open for a second and took a look at the clock. It was almost noon.

"Shit," said Brandy, "didn't realize it was close to lunch."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Randal.

Brandy slapped her belly, "Eating like a fat fucking slob." She chuckled and leaned upward, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a little," he tapped her thigh and looked down at her matted vag, "Although I had a lot to eat already this morning."

Brandy swung out of bed and Randal followed. The two walked out of the bedroom.

Both of them stood out in the hallway and walked to the kitchen. There clothes were still in the living room, lying on the floor like two people got turned into mice and ran away. While Brandy walked over to the drawers to get out some pans, Randal walked towards the living room and grazed a hand along a chair.

"Should we keep our clothes off?" said Randal.

"Yep," she put a pan on the counter and smacked the front of her cooch, "Cooking's better with your vagina out in the open."

Randal chuckled. He looked down at Brandy's bundle of clothes. Her pink panties were sitting at the top. He took a couple toes to the panties and flipped them around. There was a graphic on the front: it was a picture of a prissy cat, leering at Randal. Underneath words were written: LITTLE PRINCESS. Oh that is sexy, thought Randal.

"So..." said Randal as he returned to the kitchen, "Are you going back to school when classes start up?"

"Yeah," said Brandy, "But I wasn't going there before. I had a job at an insurance agency." She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I don't care as long as I don't have to pay rent." She then thought of something, "By the way, are you thirsty?" She walked over the fridge and opened it up. Taking two bottles of water, she closed it. With Randal standing across her counter, she slid one of the bottles across to Randal. Randal barely catched it, "Thanks."

Brandy chuckled, "We got to hydrate after an event like that."

Randal opened it up and took a big gulp. Smacking his lips upon completion he asked, "How old are you then?"

"22," Brandy said and Randal replied, "19."

Randal walked around the counter to help Brandy put stuff together. He reached in the fridge and got the carton of eggs and the package of bacon for Brandy. After slicing on some butter, she cracked a few eggs into the pan. With her claws it was a little hard but she picked out the tiny bits of shell she let fall in.

"Do you mind scrambled eggs?" asked Brandy.

"No," Randal replied daintily. He leaned up with his butt against the counter's edge, facing Brandy's back and she took a spatula to the eggs. He rubbed a foot up against the cupboard behind his legs, "So... did they put you back in classes?" Randal wasn't entirely sure what he meant when he said 'they' but it sounded like the right word.

"Yep," said Brandy, "Between Donna telling me I had to and me not wanting to face the wrath of all the... commanding animals in the neighborhood," Randal assumed she meant people like Geffa, "might as well go back to school!" She chuckled, "I'm guessing this time around it's going to be more fun."

Randal walked up beside Brandy, his dick in front of him pressing up against the cupboard, "I'd say! I..." then Randal remembered not to mention the afternoon he fucked Geffa around Barksville Community College. He cleared his throat, "Seems like things will get pretty wild."

Brandy swayed a hip in Randal's direction, "So how's it been being a dog? Is your master forcing you to be nude anymore?"

Randal gave her the 411 on what had happened to him over the last couple weeks. After the night they spent together, more roommates came home and they too were transformed and prohibited in many ways. They were stripped and disallowed to speak or even read. The restrictions got so bad that Randal snapped and growled at his master Pixie's face.

Brandy snerked, "Oh god, and you weren't put down? If I did that to Donna, she would erase my brain!"

Randal was nearly punished, and severely, but his raccoon friend Bugsy went to his defense and convinced Pixie and Geffa (one of the overlords overlooking the pet neighborhood who influences a lot of Pixie's decisions) to lay back the punishments. Bugsy who had shown only maliciousness towards Randal and his roommates since the event began had a change of heart.

"Surprised she didn't make you pee your pants," said Brandy putting some eggs on a plate for Randal.

"Later on she gave me a belly rub so good that I totally toileted myself," said Randal.

Brandy snerked, "Why did you do that?"

"I was hypnotized by it," said Randal, picking up a fork and walking over to the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He pulled up a stool and sat his naked furry ass down. Speaking over his shoulder, he continued, "When I came out of it, I had a load of shit in my underwear and I peed all over the place."

Brandy took some egg of the plate and ate a forkful. She put the bacon on the pan, it hitting the surface with a tense sizzle. Brandy spoke, "What did Pixie do about it?"

Randal chuckled lowly, "She took me into her room, cleaned me up, then fucked me."

Randal had gotten fucked a lot over the last few weeks. He fucked his roommates a lot but even out in the park, he'd fuck a lot of strangers. If a girl had her legs spread out for him, he'd give her the hump! He loved the pussy and he had gotten so much of it but still didn't get sick of it.

It was heavenly, and through the terror of being a pet to someone and unable to even speak or wear clothes, the sex was always great. Now that his troubles were over, he felt himself warming up to being a zooman for the time being.

Randal finished up his eggs, his big schlong hanging over the edge of the seat. He put the fork down, "At my place, Pixie forces us to eat out of dog bowls off of the floor."

"Really?" said Brandy.

"Yeah," he looked at his fork, "honestly, I don't miss eating at a table." He leaned down and ate the eggs with his mouth. Brandy looked and giggled. She took her plate over to the counter, sat down beside Randal, and ate her eggs with her mouth too. There was smacking and snarling sounds. It was messy.

They tried not to laugh but it was ridiculous. Their song was snarling, chomping and chuckling. Behind them the bacon was sizzling.

They finished up the egg and licked their lips, chuckling when they looked at each other. Brandy got up and went back to the stove to check up on that bacon. Another plate came out and a paper towel was fetched from the corner of the counter to line the plate for the bacon.

Brandy gave Randal her up-to-date. Firstly, the night that they met where she had crapped her pants after seeing a fearsome lion, that was a lie. She crapped her pants the same reason everyone else was soiling themselves: she had just been turned into a cat and was scared as fuck. She put the blame on the lion because she was embarrassed. After Randal did her and she, Donna and Eustice went home, she peed her pants too. She was just standing around the kitchen listening to Donna and Eustice debate their sleeping arrangements when her bladder decided to let go, unleashing urine into Brandy's pants and onto the floor.

Although she felt insecure with her weight issue, on the second night of being a cat, Donna brought her over to a neighbor's house. Whoever owned the house before, it now belonged to a gentlemanly parrot named Squawky. Squawky invited several other masters to his house and along came several new pets with them. It wasn't long that the get together turned into an orgy and no one seemed to mind Brandy's weight. She was getting fucked just like everybody else! She wasn't the only fat one there, either.

Since then, she's been mostly hanging out at people's houses. Like Randal, she's been fucking a lot and the fucking has been great. So many guys around wanted to shove their dick into her and she was living for it. She got a little practice in sucking dicks with some other guys but when she had meet Randal again, she wanted it to be special.

And now he was here. Randal and her were together again.

Brandy flopped the bacon on the towel to suck away some of the grease. She turned off the stove and leaned against the counter, spatula still in hand, "Cat life has been good to me. I have hot sex all the time and only occasionally pee myself. Compared to most people, apparently, I'm fairly continent!"

Randal pivoted around his seat to face Brandy, "I'm doing good myself but I've with the supernatural before so I have practice in. Being transformed- the whole neighborhood being transformed wasn't so shocking to me."

Brandy patted down the bacon and brought the plate over to the table. She gave Randal a few strips then gave the rest to her own plate. She sat down and the two chowed down again. Bacon wasn't so easy to pick up with cat and dog snouts but they didn't mind being sloppy. The bacon went down quickly, anyway.

Perhaps too quickly.

"I'm still hungry after that," said Brandy. She looked down and slapped her flabby belly, "And not just because I got the appetite of someone over 300 pounds."

"Yeah, it wasn't a whole lot," said Randal, "What else you got?"

Brandy got up and walked over to the fridge. Inside she saw a package of cake. She careful took the cardboard bottom with both hands and shut the fridge with her foot. She brought it over to the counter and set it in front of Randal. It was already sliced and a few slices fell out of the plastic wrap.

"We're going to eat this whole thing?" asked Randal.

Brandy gave him a look, motioning down to her fatty figure, "Would that really be shocking?" She picked up some slices and tossed them on Randal's plate, "No, we are not going to eat all of it." She took a few more slices for herself, "Although maybe I should try. I hate to inform you but... I've been losing weight."

Randal gestured a hand on his mouth in shock, "Oh no...!"

Brandy smiled and nodded as she took a seat, "Yep. Lost three pounds over the last couple weeks."

The two gobbled up the cake, snarling and snarfing like animals. Their vision blurred as they embraced the animalistic urge to eat like wild beasts. The cake, which was some kind of fruit cake with vanilla icing, was gone in a matter of seconds... for both eaters.

Brandy licked her lips and Randal burped, not thinking it was appropriate to say excuse me after devouring his food like a wolverine.

"So you..." said Randal, dangling a leg off of his stool, "You... fuck Donna?"

Brandy nodded, "And Eustice too when she allows it. I'm bisexual."

"Oh..." Randal gave a dorky smile, "Cool."

"I don't remember having lesbian feelings when I was a myuman," said Brandy, "But the first night of being a cat, Donna gave me looks that got me sultry in the pants!"

"Turning into a cat made you bisexual!" said Randal, saying it kind of like a question but not really.

Brandy shrugged, "Turning into an animal made everyone hornier. I could have always used a good lay but I don't think I would be getting rutted 80 times a week if my transformation didn't charge my libido."

"Come to think of it," said Randal, "I can't say I see a lot of women I wouldn't have sex with." He rubbed his feet together, "Everyone is just so sexy!"

"Compatibility is way up," said Brandy, "tepid neighbors are now bedmates. Apathetic acquaintances are now rutting partners." She took a hand to Randal's lap, "And how are you and your roommates?"

Randal looked despondent. He took a drink of water then said, "For weeks we were fucking like crazy. Once we were back to talking and wearing clothes, me and Elizabeth... something's weird between us now. Now that we're back to behaving like myumans, I feel ashamed when I look at her."

"You went through how many weeks of being treated like beasts," said Brandy, "It might take some time before you're ready to reconnect." She rubbed Randal's leg, "How about your master? The cat?" She grinned mischievously, "You fucking her?"

"Not as much as you and your master," Randal waited for Brandy's chuckle then continued, "She's great in the sheets. Geffa..." Randal thought for a second. How to lie convincingly he asked himself. He said, "She would never have sex with a lowly pet like me. Then there's Bugsy..."

"What about him?" asked Brandy.

Randal explained that Bugsy was his first connection to the supernatural world. Bugsy was the one that found Randal and enlisted him. Brandy wanted to hear a tale from Randal about his work before the neighborhood was turned into animals.

Although called a 'demon fighter', Randal never fought any demons head on, for reasons that were obvious. He was more of a demon trapper. When Darwinton had a renegade demon on the loose, Bugsy went to Randal to deal with. Randal, reluctantly, agreed. He picked up some equipment at a run-down apartment building close to the college and headed to the hilly part of town.

The destination was manor on the side of the hill, surrounded by trees. It didn't look suspect walking up to it, but once Bugsy broke inside, things seemed weird. There were candles lit everywhere. Randal heard voices but Bugsy pressured him to push on.

Running around the halls were two myumans: a man and a woman. They were grunting and howling at each other and both of them had a big wet spot on their pants. It was the first time Randal had encountered primalized myumans. Randal ignored it and ran into an 8 foot demon with four eyes, multiple horns, and a heavy build. Randal became the third myuman in the house to have peed their pants. The demon teased him about it.

The demon had Bugsy and Randal sit down while he figured out what to do with them in which Randal was so scared that he shit his pants too. The demon teased him about it too. Bugsy distracted the demon so that Randal could use the trap on him and capture him but Randal took the opportunity to run out of there.

Bugsy caught up with Randal and threatened to turn him into a rabbit if he didn't cooperate. Randal recomposed himself and snuck back into the manor. They made a pit stop at the bedroom to find some clean clothes for Randal, then they used the dumbed down myumans as a ploy into setting up the trap. The demon was caught in the snare device and the mission was complete.

"So yeah," said Randal, "got a lot of scare practice trying to capture demons like rabbits. That's why being transformed into a dog wasn't so bad although it was just as humiliating."

Brandy looked at Randal with desirable eyes, "What a brave demon slayer you are!" She looked down at Randal's big shaft hanging off the edge of the stool. Underneath there were two round balls resting still. She reached down and folded a hand under the sac. Randal got a goofy grin when Brandy touched him. Brandy looked up, "No wonder you have such large testicles. Your bravery made you endowed." She leaned down and nuzzled against Randal's shaft, "But if it were me, I would have wore adult diapers."

Randal snerked and cupped his toes on one of the stool's bars. When Brandy kissed the tip of his cock, Randal fumbled on his stool and reached for the counter for stability. Brandy got up and chuckled, "This isn't the best place for doing the monkey." She motioned over to one of the chairs, "Let's go over there."

Randal tried to not hop off his chair in glee. He was getting another blowjob but he didn't want to seem so horny. The chair came to him like a bolt of lightning though. He sat down and his long thick cock was already at half-mast. Brandy approached and got on her knees. She picked up the massive breedrod and leaned her head into it.

Her sucks and macks were slow and passionate. She loved rubbing her lips and tongue on Randal's thick shaft. The texture of his skin was wonderfully soft with the firm flesh underneath to hold it up. The smell was lusty and powerful.

Randal smiled down on her, aroused of course, but his expression was not one of orgasmic ecstasty but one of admiration. He looked down at Brandy with his heart beating for hers. She looked like an angel sucking his dick. He reached down and caressed her hair, his hand flowing through her locks.

Brandy purred. Randal rubbed a foot against her knee, "I've missed you these last few weeks."

Brandy kept sucking, giving Randal an understanding look upward. She took the dick deeper for a stroke or two, then slid it down her mouth and continued some standard but pleasurable oral pleasure. She took a hand underneath Randal testicles and held them gently.

Randal felt it coming on so he leaned back and let it out. He came. He came right into Brandy's mouth and she drank the jizz down like a siren. She closed her eyes and let it flow inside her; the dog's rich loveseed deluging into her. She sucked and couldn't get enough of the taste. She took another hand to Randal's thigh and macked on his dick for more of his delicious cum.

She took the final drank and pulled out. Licking her lips, she said, "Tasty..."

Randal looked down and smiled, "You're really good at that."

Brandy got up and walked back over to the table, the cake still left out. She couldn't be bothered with putting it away. She faced her butt to the table and hoisted herself up. With her ass planted on the surface, she brought up her legs and stretched them out along the edge of the table.

Randal approached and got a good look of that glistening vagina. He took a few fingers to it, rubbing down its hill. Brandy giggled and curled her toes. Randal took one hand to Brandy's right thigh and the other to Brandy's left knee. He let his dick get hard again and he stuck it inside her.

He humped. He humped like he was tearing down a wall. With every hump the wall would get weaker. He humped. His balls smacked against the counter but it was a light smack and it felt good. He scrunched his face a clenched his teeth as he rammed the wall that needed to come down.

Brandy took her hands to her legs to keep them outward. She let a tongue hang and her eyes went dumb when Randal fucked her. Drool dripped from her mouth to her breasts. Her big ass cheeks rolled on the smoother kitchen surface. The claws on her foot extended with delight. Her fat rocked like a fishing ship.

Oh, how she loved having Randal's dick inside of her. It poked inside her, drilled inside her! What tunnels would his dick discover; she hoped all of them! It moved in and out, chipping away at the diamond-crested wall. With every passing by, more mineral was broken off and dropped to the floor. He was mining for diamonds!

Brandy leaned her head back, arching all the way it felt comfortable. She breathed heavily and moaned. Randal took to her sex spot like a heavyweight champion. The area around her vagina was pummeled by Randal's brick-like force. Her vagina was tenderized by his attacks, tempering it and letting out its heat.

They could feel the climax approach. Randal took two hands behind Brandy back and they both gave a pained both, exhaling torturously and passionately. It was a climax that hurt. They growled and hissed and grunted like apes. Spit slung from their mouths. Randal loosened his seed into her and their cum dripped all over the edge of the counter.

Next up, Randal took Brandy to the couch and had her sit on his lap, her sliding her fat ass down on his tall erect cock. Brandy was heavy on Randal's lap but the softness of her ass and thighs took away a lot of the discomfort. Randal rocked back and forth, tensing his legs against the couch while Brandy lifted herself up and down.

Randal reached around and grabbed Brandy's big soft boobs. He rubbed his palms on the nips, petting circles around her breasts. They came and cream dripped all over Randal lap and down his balls on the couch. Randal barked, Brandy grunted. They gave it one more go on the couch where Brandy stretched her legs outward, up in the air like she was kicking two balls in soccer. They jizzed one more time and more of it swamped Randal's lap.

After unhinging from each other and catching a breath, Randal climbed down on the floor and slapped his belly to let Brandy know what he wanted. She walked over him then kneeled down on his cock, facing him. Randal took her hand and the two did it cowgirl style. After they had their fun with that position Brandy flipped around and rocked his cock facing away from him. Randal had the pleasure of staying at her big beautiful ass. Like two planets of delight. He shot out his seed and collapsed.

They were almost spent, but as Randal rested up against the couch and Brandy laid on the ground, arms out and catching her breath, Brandy tapped Randal with her foot, the tiny claws scratching only slightly.

Randal looked over. Brandy peeked her head up, "Come here, would you?"

Randal crawled over to her and she held her legs up like it was a docking zone. He crawled over her belly and looked down at her. She gave him the bedroom eyes and he found the strength to give her one last fuck for now. She wrapped her large legs around him and his screwed into her.

It wasn't very hard not very energetic but when Brandy came, she came for Randal. Her eyes lit up like a dusk skyline and she orgasmed for Randal's sake. From her sex, pheromones unleashed into the air and got up to Randal's nose. When he inhaled them, his eyes lit up like meteor showers. His breathed deep, her feline aroma, and he was glad.

It was time for a serious break. Brandy's vagina was blushing around the outside and Randal's foreskin was showing hints of red. They worked their genitals to the bone. Randal laid on the ground, face down, breathing and resting; keeping his eyes closed. Brandy sat against the couch and sipped another bottle of water.

Brandy looked at Randal's round butt was right in view. It was adorable. She had one more thing to do. She crawled up beside Randal's waist and patted his cheeks.

"Hey Randal..." said Brandy.

"Yeah?" said Randal, not opening his eyes.

"Can ask for a small, weird favor?" said Brandy, "I want to bite your ass."

Randal opened his eyes and gave Brandy a look. Brandy smiled toothily, "It won't be a hard bite. I just want to... gnaw your ass a bit."

Randal chuckled, "Alright. Go ahead."

Brandy climbed over Randal's legs and brought herself down to Randal's butt. With a careful mouth, she took her jaw to Randal's butt and pinched down. It hurt a bit but nothing major. She gnawed his cheek, taking her hands around the cheek, massaging it and caressing it.

Randal stared with stars in his eyes. When Brandy took a look at him, he said the first thing that came to mind, "I love you..."

Brandy stopped and took her mouth away from the cheek. She smiled and put two hands on Randal's cheeks to rest her head, "I love you, too..."

Randal smiled. Brandy reached up and grabbed one of Randal's hands. They giggled.

Brandy hoisted herself up beside Randal, and laid downward like he did. They stared at each other, then closed their eyes for a nap.