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After a long morning/afternoon of intercourse, Randal and Brandy needed a cooldown period. They got another beverage and sat down at the living room table, one in the back corner meant for only two people. They pulled up some stacking chairs that Brandy had bought a long time ago but almost never used, and played cards.

Thankfully, Brandy had a regular deck around. Randal didn't want to play some animal-person game that Geffa imported. He didn't prefer to play two-person poker but at least he didn't have to learn any rules!

Brandy looked at her and Randal, "Guess strip poker is out of the question."

They were both naked. Since having their rutting session around the house, they hadn't put their clothes back on. Brandy's folds and large breasts were on full display. Randal was completely naked as well, balls rested on the seat with his large trouser snake rolling over the edge.

Brandy dealt out the cards. Randal looked at her and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Why are you asking to ask?" said Brandy, "Go ahead."

"Do you want to go back to being a myuman," said Randal.

Brandy stopped. She looked thoughtful for a second, was about to say something but then stopped, then looked up at Randal, "No. I want to stay a cat."

"Me too," said Randal, "I mean, I want to stay a dog."

"I like the way I look," said Brandy, "I feel nicer. Everything feels nicer. Plus..." she rubbed her feet over Randal's, "I can walk around barefoot!"

Randal smiled with a row of teeth, "Showing off your lovely feet!"

Brandy giggled, then grew serious, "I haven't seen my myuman friends in weeks and my parents are having a get together in a few weeks from now so that's a whole thing." She threw out the last few cards for herself and Randal, "Do you think... do you think that they are going to get transformed too?"

Randal stroked her feet with his own feet; comfortingly and gently, "I don't know... I think maybe, yeah."

The conversation settled and they began their game of poker, having to remind each other which exact rules worked which way. It had been a long time for both of them but there they didn't feel up to anything else to pass the time.

"I'm serious when I said I love you," said Randal, "I know we have only spent a few hours together but I feel something special between us."

Brandy smiled warmly, "I'm on the same page, dog."

Randal smiled, showing his canine teeth, "Really?"

"I've been really wanting you these last few days," said Brandy, "You know that mattress in my room? I've orgasmed all over it... masturbating to the thought of you." She chuckled, "Sprays and sprays of cum, all in the name of Randal the dog."

Randal smiled wider and goofier. He chuckled, "I've masturbated to you too."

Brandy gave a frisky look to Brandy, "We're on the same page then."

They played a few hands of poker. They deck didn't come with an instruction card ranking the kinds of hands in authority. Did two pair beat three of a kind? They couldn't know. Did a full house beat a straight? They had only their guesses.

Most of their play session was them trying to remember the rules. Neither of them had a deep history of poker, of course. Brandy recalled a story of watching a poker tournament on TV when she was a kid.

"It's funny," she said, "When I remember back to that, I remember myself as a cat."

"How's everyone else in that memory?" asked Randal.

"Fuzzy," said Brandy. She snerked, "In the sense that they don't have a clear picture in my mind."

Randal thought back to a childhood memory. It was third grade and he was at school for a talent night. Randal never performed but he was part of the preparation crew. He tried to imagine himself as a myuman but he could only remember himself as a small mastiff boy.

"Huh," said Randal.

The game continued on. Through iteration, they eventually agreed on a set of rules, which kind of hands overpowered others. There was a confusion on whether or not a 2-based straight was a legitimate hand in poker.

"Straights in twos and threes is not a thing in poker," said Randal.

"I'm pretty sure it is," Brandy replied, rearranging some cards, "You better let me use this hand or I might not have sex with you anymore."

"Really?" said Randal.

Brandy snerked, "Hell no! How long do you think I could keep myself away from getting fucked by you?"

Randal took two feet and rubbed them down her legs, "About as long as I could: not long at all!"

Brandy threw down her cards. It was a straight in 2's, going from 4 to Q. Randal threws down his cards, a pair. He shrugged, "Guess you win this one. What are you going to do now?"

They left the cards on the table and Brandy led Randal past the kitchen into the hall. They walked into a back hall with a musty smell and a lack of furnishing. There were doors on both ends of the hall leads outside. They were old doors with cloth curtains.

There was another door on the side of the wall. Brandy opened it with a stucky creak. Dust wafted into the air, dancing in the sunlight though the curtains. In the dimness of the backhalls, Brandy looked like a witch. Randal look at her smile and let himself get a massive boner.

His dick hung in the air, the head shimmering with its smoothness, aimed at Brandy and her fuzzy vagina. She looked at it and licked her lips. She closed the creaky door and back up against the one with the window. Randal stepped forward and put it in her.

They bucked and banged against the back door. Brandy moaned. Randal took his hands around her and thrusted. She spread out her legs and the cream was already dripping from her cooch. She took two hands around him and his back fat sunk when she held him tight.

They fucked under the shaded sunlight through the curtains, both of them wanting nothing more than to be melted into each other. They gasped, moaned and grunted at each other, thanking each other for the wonderful intercourse in the speech of cavemen and cavewomen.

Another cum and there was a sticky puddle on the floor with juices dancing down Brandy's legs. They ignored it and stood there catching their breath. Randal pulled out with a wet flop and exhaled heavily.

Brandy opened the door and Randal followed her down the stairs into the basement. The lightswitch was on the wall and when Brandy flicked it, the basement was shown to be quite empty, much like the basement back at Pixie's house.

The stone floor was cool on Brandy's bare feet. A few drips fell off of her crotch and onto the floor. Randal stepped down with her, finding the floor cool as well. His cock hung wetly.

"This place got changed up a lot when Donna took over," said Brandy, "but Eustice is the one that wanted to change the basement up. She was prepared to take in other pets, although nothing's come of it yet."

"What do you mean?" asked Randal.

"Take in other pets," said Brandy, "If the household is too full, or if a pet needs special care: Eustice would take them in." Brandy smiled, "She's very motherly, you know."

"Does Eustice have sex?" asked Randal.

Brandy nodded, her dangling black hair swaying around, "Yes. Don't let her grandma demeanor fool you. She gets fucked. Her old-fashion approach is taking someone on a date before doing the dirty deed." Brandy curled some toes and brought a foot over on Randal's, "Why? Were you interested?"

Randal shrugged, "I guess. As much as anyone else."

Brandy giggled, "We've done it a number of times. She's great. Very passionate." she stared off into space with a dumb grin on her face, "She has the sexiest thighs!"

Out in the main floor, they looked around. It had been a minute since they porked, so they got to it again. On the pavement floor, Brandy got on all fours. Randal got down behind her. It didn't take long for him to get a big hard one and stick it in her.

He humped into her. She didn't make any noise at first, but then breathing start. Small gasps of air were the consequence of every thrust. Randal moaned and grunted as he poled the fat cat like a slab of meat.

Juices ran down Randal's sac. Brandy curled her toes. Randal reached underneath and got a grab on that big bag of flesh Brandy was carrying. The gentle fur she had complimented the softness of her belly.

Brandy felt an eruption coming on and leaned upward to let out a primal yell. Her orgasm came out of her like passing a brick. It hurt but was satisfying. She yelped and screamed into the air.

Her moaning inspired something out of Randal. He couldn't hold it anymore. He growled and grunted. Jizz escaped from where Randal and Brandy's bodies met, a white sticky fluid burst out between his shaft and her vaginal lips, dripping onto the cool pavement below.

Their movements slowed and stopped. Randal unhinged himself from Brandy and fell to the side. Brandy collapsed too. The two laid there, breathing loudly. Their arms outstretched.

Randal looked over at Brandy and smiled. She reached over and cupped a flabby ass cheek, gently rubbing at the bottom fold. Brandy giggled and purred at Randal's loving touches. Randal got up and hovered over her, taking his head down to her plump rump. Only gently, he opened his mouth and pressed his teeth onto it.

Brandy giggled, looking back at him, "Want to eat my ass?"

Randal has a mouth full of asscheek, but he looked up at Brandy and smiled. He said nothing.

After nibbling her asscheeks, the two got up off the floor and went into the laundry room on the other side of the basement. Brandy got up on her dryer and spread her legs out for Randal to see her sex. She was a little too high hoisted up on the machine but Randal wasn't hurting himself erecting up into her.

They brought their arms around each other and began fucking again. Thrusting and grunting. Brandy kicked her legs out and waved her toes with Randal's porking. His cock was a machine, penetrating and breaking her core.

Randal leaned into Brandy's fatty bosom and stomach. He let it consume his body. It was a soft pillow to embrace while he jacked into his cat girlfriend's pussy. He took a look down and saw how the sex juices matted her fur and his.

Another climax and seed got on the edge of the machine. They calmed down and took a breather. After that they went into the boiler room. The machine made a loud rumble but not too loud that they couldn't hear each other.

Brandy leaned up against the wall, holding her backside to Randal. She looked at him, "Please... fuck me in the ass."

Randal's cock went solid and he jammed it in between her two cheeks. He growled like a werewolf, drooling on himself, and rocked into her like a battering ram. Her ass was a cave that had to be mined with his phallus.

Brandy's face went dumb with joy. Her eyes exploded into stars and hearts. Her tongue hung out and drool emerged from her mouth and slid down her tongue. She let down her arms and twitched them erratically.

He was in her ass. His dick was like a monster, roaming her ass like a coked up beast. She squealed with delight in the midst of rapid breaths.

Randal took his hand around her and swayed a few fingers up her thighs. She shivered at the touch. Randal rubbed her gently as his thrusting got harder and faster. His belly smacked against her best with a forceful smack. His thrusting his full speed and a growl rumbled from within him.

He growled loudly and folded his feet in. His cock shot its load into Brandy's tunnels. It fired like a fireman's hose. Brandy couldn't keep it jarred up any longer: she came, juice escaping her cooch, dripping over Randal's fingers, down her legs, and onto the floor. She bit down on her tongue and pivoted her legs inward.

They cooled down, holding each other close while the cumming depleted. They looked on the ground below them. The puddle of fluids on the floor: a sign of their love. Brandy turned around and looked Randal in the eyes. With some drool still hanging on them, they gazed at each other lovingly. Randal leaned forward and kissed Brandy. Their snouts consumed each other, connecting like a lock.

Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies pressed together. They made out, letting some drool escape between them. After their loins refueled, Brandy brought Randal back upstairs and climbed up on the kitchen island again, spreading her legs out. It was a position she loved, and Randal loved giving it to her. He jammed his log into her, and drilled her so hard it could have started a fire.

They fucked all over the house; back in Brandy's bedroom, on the kitchen floor, in the bathroom, on the couch. Again and again, until they lost count of how many times they came.

Then... they sat down in front of the TV.

Brandy (or Donna now) had a TV in the living room. It was an older model, but it would do for Randal and Brandy. There were a few beanbag chairs on the ground in front of the television and Randal hadn't used a beanbag chair before but found it comfortable. Him and Brandy were still in the buff, and the soft seat cradled his asscheeks and his large balls. Brandy got a bag of chips and a cold cola before sitting down, holding the can in between her legs to chill out her vagina, the interaction between the cold can and her hot sex producing steam.

Donna's house had the same channels that Pixie's house had. There was the talk show with the well-dressed panther and frog, both of them feral. They sat at a desk and carried the show like Randal had seen in other myuman talk shows.

They had a guest on- a rugged owl in a vest and pleated pants. His scaled feet were bare and he sat on a comfy red chair.

"It's wonderful to have you with us, Mr. Egelsmith," said the panthress, "You are going into your 1076th year next Monday. You are looking vibrant!"

"Get your eyes checked, then." said Egelsmith the owl, "I feel like crap."

The panthress brushed off the hostile comment and continued, "So you just got back from a journey into the Otherlands. What was that like?"

"Intense!" said Egelsmith, "The place is hard to wrap your mind around. It's infinite, you know? We got separated with one of our companions: Jeff; he's lost in there forever."

The panther gasped. The frog said, "Oh dear!"

Egelsmith nodded, "Yes. By now if Jeff isn't dead he's gone insane."

The coldness in Egelsmith's voice was alarming for Randal and Brandy. They didn't know what the Otherlands were but they were sure they existed and could imagine what it would be like to get lost in an infinite world.

"What's all out there?" asked Brandy.

"I don't know," said Randal, "but I get the feeling that if someone sat down and told us all about it, we'd need to cry out for mama."

Brandy snerked, "Yeah that sounds like an fear bawling kind of conversation."

Randal smiled. The two watched the rest of the show quietly. Brandy finished her snacks then brought the trash to the kitchen. While there, she looked out the window into the bright afternoon. Sounds of laughter came from outside. She stood there and stared into the outside world.

Randal realized Brandy hadn't come back and looked over the couch into the kitchen. He saw Brandy standing there, "Something wrong?"

"No," Brandy took a look back at Randal, "I just wanted to go outside for a bit."

Randal got up, turned off the TV and walked up to Brandy in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful in the sunlight.

"We could go outside," said Randal.

"Right," said Brandy, "Let's do it!"

Randal looked on the floor at their bundles of clothes, "Did you want to get dressed first?"

Brandy thought for a second, "No... I want to be naked."

Randal let a smile cross over his face and he walked to the door with Brandy. With a deep breath, Brandy turned the knob and opened it up. Glimmering sunlight beamed over them like a touch from heaven.

Brandy, despite being the shyer one and having less experience being nude in public, took the lead and walked out the door. There was a sigh of relief when there wasn't anyone close nearby, although the park was populated enough for Brandy to know that if she walked across its paths, she would be seen by strangers.

She walked out the door and she could feel the breeze move around her vagina. It tickled her sensitive regions and brushed through her bush of fur. Randal followed behind her and the sun illuminated his large cock, the light shining on his rough skin. The large beast hung over a pair of large balls.

They walked through the park and were soon around other zoomans. They stared at the two naked pets, but were not judgemental. A lot of people enjoyed the view of Randal's hefty cock, Brandy's soft breasts, and both of their asses.

It felt like ages since Randal had been out in the nude, the gentle wind swiping across his large shaft. It was good to let out his big monster once again! Brandy, this being her first time strolling in the nude, was insecure about her naked fuzzy vagina and her exposed fatty body.

Times had changed for that slice of society, though. Although being fatty was once considered unattractive by most, it was not the case in zooman world. Many males across the yard looked upon Brandy's fat, naked body and felt their loins grow warm.

Randal saw a familiar face: Elias the ferret boy that lived in the house beside his (Pixie's). He was standing around with some other zoomans, his roommates. Their master was not around that afternoon.

Elias and the others were tickled to see Randal and Brandy walking around naked. One of them, a mouse, commented that Randal had a big schlong. She didn't ask to touch it, and rubbed her hand down the shaft.

Randal wouldn't normally mind, but a look over at Brandy revealed her uncertainty. He was looking at the face of his new girlfriend and another girl was caressing his penis. The awkwardness was so strong that Randal's toes curled themselves.

They didn't say anything while the mouse girl felt up Randal some more. She rubbed underneath, held it up in her hand and held it like a big sausage she picked up at the store. The way she stroked it made Randal's cock get hard. The mouse could feel the energy flow into the rod. The mouse reached underneath Randal's fuzzy balls and weighed them.

Another look over at Brandy's discomfort, and Randal had enough. He turned away from the group and briskly strutted out of there, to the confusion of the mouse and the others. Brandy scurried up beside him.

"S, sorry about that," said Randal.

Brandy said nothing. She walked with her boyfriend, away from the crowd of clothed zoomans. Randal's semi-hard cock bounced in the air.

Randal and Brandy walked into the bush beside the park. It was peaceful there. Nothing was there besides the chirping and chittering of wild (presumably unintelligent) animals was heard in the background.

The two found a bench to sit down on, their fuzzy behinds settling onto the aged wood. It was time to have a discussion, but it took a few minutes to inspire any words.

"So what now?" asked Brandy.

"I don't know," said Randal, "for the last couple weeks I've been having sex with everyone. It's going to be weird stopping that now that I have a girlfriend."

Brandy batted a comb of hair out of her face, "Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe we shouldn't."

Randal sunk in his seat, "Not be boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No," said Brandy, "We shouldn't stop fucking everyone."

Randal's posture and frown transformed instantly, and he became vibrant, "We should have sex with others?"

Brandy nodded. She thought for a moment, "Maybe sticking to one person is a thing that myumans do, but we are not myumans anymore. We are beasts, and beasts," Brandy kicked her legs out from the bench, "don't care about singular relationships."

Randal took Brandy's hand, letting his finger pads rub the sides of hers, "I care about one special relationship, at least."

Brandy blushed and giggled, "Me too, but," she spread her legs out, lifting them a bit, "I want to spread for others, and I think you should fuck others too."

"Of course," said Randal with a peck on Brandy's cheek, "It wouldn't be right to chain you to me. I want you to experience other kinds of sex."

Brandy smiled broadly and chuckled, "And maybe you want to a fuck a girl that's not over 300 pounds."

Randal chuckled. The two relaxed with each other, enjoying the pleasant quiet of the bush. Brandy rested her head on Randal's should and Randal leaned on her in return. They held each other's hands and rubbed one's feet on the other's.

It was a quiet couple of minutes, then Randal saw two people coming up the path. They were familiar. One was red and birdlike and the other was green. Then it hit him, it was Bulma and Terry- the master and pet combo he met a couple weeks ago!

Bulma was given the option of clothing when she was ascended from a feral pet canary into a myumanoid one, but she forsake it for full-time nudity. Having her vagina out, a perky vagina carpeted with yellow down, it was pleasure for her.

Although Bulma encouraged it on Terry, the frog man rarely went nude publicly like she did. Terry was dressed in a simple pair of pants and shirt, bulbous feet walking along hardened dirt.

Perhaps Bulma wasn't expecting to see Randal out in the open completely nude, but she didn't recognize him at first. As she got close she recognized the face of the chubby mastiff, and grew excited!

"It's Randal," said Bulma to Terry. She waved and shouted, "Randal!"

Randal waved back. To Brandy, he said, "That's Bulma. She's a pet owner and prefers to walk around nude."

Brandy chuckled, "Is that so?"

Bulma walked up with fire in her eyes. She gave Randal a look over, "Hello, Randal! How are you doing?"

Randal smiled, "I'm doing good." He looked over at Brandy, "This is my girlfriend, Brandy."

Bulma reached out a feathery wing to give Brandy a handshake, "Bulma's the name!" She pointed over at Terry beside her, "This is Terry, my pet."

"Hi," said Terry, giving a shy handshake to Brandy.

Bulma looked at both of them, both in the nude. She smiled wide, "Did Pixie put you back on a nude regement?"

"No," said Randal, "We were fooling around," he looked over at brandy, who couldn't help but blush, "and we decided to head outside while in the buff."

Bulma's gaze grew wide and exulted, "You mean... you're nude, but because you want to be?"

Randal and Brandy nodded.

Bulma stared at Randal for a moment, mouth slightly agape. Her hips twitched and her feet turned inward. Her breathing got heavy and her tailfeathers flickered. She curled a fist with shaky hands.

Juice fizzled between her legs, her vagina sputtering out bubbly ooze. It seeped and coated her vulva, flooding her down. A glob of it grew big and then dripped onto the ground.

Randal watched and saw he was getting her so uncontrollably horny, then he himself got horny thinking about what she wanted to do with him. Thoughts of mating overcame them both.

Randal's johnson rose from the bench, like a snake preparing to strike. It grew tall, thick, and hard. The balls hugging its base flared out with energy rushing through them, ready to unleash into a fitting mate.

Terry saw his master creaming herself, ooze sliding down the insides of her hips, and got aroused himself. A bulge slammed the front of his pants and pushed outwards, the contours of the hefty frog gentleman's penis visible through the pants' fabric. It was for Bulma's secretion but it was aimed at Brandy's face.

"It's so good..." Bulma struggled to form sentences with her loins aflame with passion, "so good to see you-" she gulped and jammed a hand between her legs, getting ooze all over them, "see you in the complete nude by your..." she grimaced, "choice."

A bead of precum appeared on Randal's tip.

The cat girl reached out to place a hand on the frog's bulge, him noticing immediately. He turned to her with a look of controlled temperance. His bulge ran with the flow of young life and an eagerness to mate.

Randal looked over, "He's got a big cock."

Brandy's eyes were full of stars, "Really? Let me see it!"

Terry bit his lip nervously and took a couple hands on his pants. He unzipped himself, letting out a big underwear bulge. The underwear came down to let out a massive dong, practically leaping out at Brandy's face.

Brandy took the long green monster and petted the beast, "Wow!"

Bulma took a slimely hand to Randal, offering him. He got up, his big cock bouncing like a suspension line. It was so erect that they could hear the charge run through it like a furnace.

Bulma spotted a nearby tree and walked up to it, Randal following close behind, getting a few of that plucky ass the bird had. Bulma leaned up against it facing Randal and spreading her legs out, giving Randal a wide gaze. Randal walked up and wasted not a second. He stuck the rod within her.

Bulma's narrowed her eyes, and gasped. Randal slid himself inside her and she could feel her quarters filling up like a satchel. The cock pushed against the edges of her sex, pushing it away and making room.

Terry's pants and underwear had fallen to his feet. He had his hands holding up Brandy's legs apart and thrusting into her center. He bit his lip and his long hard cock pumped into her, drilling like an oil rig. The tough green skin barraged the sides of Brandy's fuzzy vagina.

Brandy's expression started exulted but turned into one of joy. A big dumb smile came across her face, tongue hanging out. She let the drool flow, not wanting to concentrate in keeping her saliva in when the frog cock poking into her soul felt so good.

Terry saw Brandy drool and look dumb, and couldn't help himself. He joined in, eyes jolting out, mouth dropping to the floor and tongue hanging out the side. Drool emerged. The two rustled into each other, grunting like idiots. Grunting with joy! Their toes curled with sexual passion!

Bulma's expression was one of pure intensity. There was no joy in her face, only emotion. She snarled and gasped as the well-hung dog boy rubbed his battleship cock inside of her, creating plasurable friction alongside her flesh barriers.

Randal had his hands down around her ass cheeks so she lifted her legs to wrap around his chubby waist. She squeezed around him harder, both with her legs and with her cunt. She pushed herself into his thrusts, like Randal's cock grating up against her vagina was like being sawed in half.

Her toes curled and she let out loud, primal grunts. It was time to explode. She dug her hands into Randal's shoulders and launched an orgasm, unleashing fluids down her love canal. The creamy substance covered Randal's massive wang.

There was a dripping between Bulma and Randal. He couldn't keep it in anymore. His shaft sprayed its ooze, coalescing with the bird juice. He grunted and yelped, happy to cum inside a beautiful specimen.

Terry's cock was so red hot he couldn't feel his climax. There was so much fluid running through the flesh of his cock that when it started to ejaculate into the fat cat in front of him, it took him a few pumps to notice. He ribbeted, his neck inflate like a front focused ballon. He let out a big croak.

It was the cry of a god as far as Brandy was concerned. Hearing him make that noise for her broke through her guard. She had to cum for him. She fired, stretching her hefty legs out and orgasming with the force of a hurricane. She screamed and yelled, a big drooly smile on her face. Her sex melted all over the seat and ground. The frog and cat collided with their sex fluids spritzing everywhere.

Randal filled Bulma up as much as he could and after a few weaker pumps, pulled out; juice splashing on the ground below. Bulma lowered her legs, practically letting them drop like bags of sand.

Bulma gasped and smiled at Randal. Randal smiled back.

Brandy's tongue was plastered to the roof of her mouth as Terry got the last bits of jizz inside her. He pulled out, long meaty cock hanging and dripping. Terry let out a few quiet ribbits as he came down from his erotic high, eyes miles away.

Bulma grabbed the tree behind her to keep her balance of shaky legs. She looked over Randal's shoulder, "Cat? You did good choosing this thing as a boyfriend!"