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No Nut November. What moron in the history of mankind came up with something so... stupid? Oh, well, it's not like the answer's a hard one to come across. He's more than smart enough to realize that it was created by some idiot dickwad on the internet as some sort of stupid joke. And the internet being the internet, made that stupid joke, into a stupid reality.

Once again, it's really stupid.

His name was Thomas. Just _Thomas. Not Tommy, not Tom, not even Tim or Timmy. It was _just _Thomas. And, in all honesty... Thomas was kind of an _idiot. Not to say he's stupid or anything – he's practically mediocre when a person really thinks about it – but he can be a moron at times. And those times often deal with his wife, Angelica. Because all Angelica had to say one October day was...

Hey, you should try No Nut November.

And like a fucking idiot, he agreed. So, yeah, he's kind of an idiot. No... not 'kind of'. He is. If all it takes is his wife asking him to do something, for him to _immediately _do it, no matter how dumb that 'something' was, he truly is a fool.

Thomas Vanderbilt, is an idiot.

Now, to be fair, his idiocy isn't born from genuine stupidity. It just so happens that when it comes to his wife, he really can't say 'no' to her. It's impossible! Angelica's a lot of things. Beautiful, smart, and vivacious. She's also arrogant, snarky, and somewhat of a sadist when you really think about it. She asked her husband to partake in this stupid 'event' thinking that he'd fail sometime during it. Either some Friday night after work he'd get horny, or he'd wake her up on a Wednesday ready to fuck. But the thing is...

Angelica really forgot how much of an idiot her husband can be!

The smart thing would be to say 'fuck it' to No Nut November. Like, who the hell even cares!? What being is keeping watch to make sure a person doesn't climax during the whole month of November? No, like, seriously who!?

No one, that's who! It's just some dumb thing people make jokes about, and that's that! No sane human being – no sane man – would purposefully withhold themselves from nutting, just because of some dumb, internet meme!

But this man was dumb enough to withhold himself from nutting, because of some dumb, internet meme!

Now let it be known that it wasn't easy. While Thomas and Angelica weren't sexual deviants who fuck at any given moment they can, they aren't prudish either. They indulge in one another's bodies, and the only reason why they haven't had children yet, is simply because they're kind of expensive. With time they'll have children, just not right now.

That being said, turning himself away from sex was rather testing on his being. There were more than a few times where Angelica wore some really nice pants that accentuated her butt, that sent blood rushing straight to his loins! But Thomas held back. Whenever he'd get horny, he'd do something to help take his mind off of these thoughts. Typically, that something took the form of working out. He'd run around their neighborhood, go to the local gym, shoot some hoops at the park; anything to get his mind out of his dick, and his thoughts off of his wife's body.

But, again, it wasn't easy. It was hard. Sooooooooooo, damn hard! Not made any better by the fact that Angelica so gleefully tortured him. Again, Thomas is kind of a fool, so he was completely unaware of the fact that his wife was taunting him with her body. She purposefully wore jeans that were too tight, purposefully made sure to stretch her body in erotic poses, and purposefully wore that sweater of hers that has the boob window in the front of it. And whenever she wore those form-fitting clothes, or performed those poses, she indulged in how red in the face it would make Thomas.

And after, she'd always play it off so innocently. Saying something along the lines of 'Oh, tee-hee, sorry Thomas, didn't know you were there', or 'Aaaah... it's so warm cold today... I wanted to wear this sweater. You don't mind, do you?' When she was done with her seductive movements and words, she always made sure to cap off her sentences by batting her long eyelashes at him.

And like the idiot he was, Thomas never noticed his wife's purposeful toying with him. He'd choke up, look away, then continue on doing whatever it was he was doing at the time. Once he was out of earshot, Angelica would laugh to herself like the torturous witch she was.

But could you blame her? She's a feline! It's in their blood!

For thirty days this went on. Thirty days of Thomas working through his self-imposed celibacy, to when this dumb challenge his wife set up for him. He was a good sport about it. He never snapped at Angelica or anything like that. But damn was it hard to not even rub one out! How easy it would have been hide in the bathroom for a little while, and relieve himself of his pent-up lusts.

You know, during climax, the body releases endorphins that help relieve stress. And, gotta say, he was really stressful during that time.

But Thomas managed it. He got through all of November without so much as beating his dick. He went to work, paid the rent for their apartment, spent quality time with his wife, did everything a good husband and good man is supposed to do. But damn did his dick – and his body – scream at him. You really don't know how much you enjoy doing something, until you stop doing that thing for whatever reason.

And gotta say, Angelica was impressed. Her husband pulled it off. He got through November, got through Thanksgiving, got through everything without failing the challenge. It was the first of December, a Friday in fact. And Angelica knew exactly what that meant.

…

Was it normal for a man to sweat this much when he hasn't done anything yet? He's positive that it's not.

In the reflection of the window before him, Thomas saw a human man. A young man in his mid-twenties, with jet-black hair, a goatee on his chin, and these piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, in all honest, this tall man was. From a distance, you'd think he was almost kinda... cool. His eyes certainly helped.

But then he'd open his mouth, and you'd realize this cool man with the black hair and blue eyes, was kind of a dork. But a good dork. A strong dork. A kind dork.

A kind dork who was, as stated before, sweating a bit more than necessary...

Thomas pulled away from his reflection, his eyes cutting out towards the rest of the bus he was on. Every seat was filled with a person, with each one no doubt having gotten off from work not too long ago. A bored and exhausted aura permeated the air. No one was here for fun or for pleasure, nor were they going anywhere fun or pleasurable. No, no, they were going home. Mayyyyyybe they'd stop a diner, or a bar, or a fast-food restaurant on the way there, but then they'd head straight home. Because almost everyone here had to wake up in the morning, and go straight to work.

Fortunately, Thomas was not one of them. Somehow, he lucked into a position at his job that allowed him to have weekends off. Could you believe that? He didn't have to work on Saturday and Sunday, giving him the ability to relax for two days in a row! So nice!

But he wasn't looking forward to merely relaxing. Oh, there would be some relaxing on these days, but he'd be doing more of something else than that.

One month. One long month of that stupid, stupid challenge! Why did he agree to it in the first place!? Gah! It sounded so easy when Angelica said he should try it out! He'd just, what, not have sex with his wife for a month? Honestly, the challenge sounded more problematic for _her _than it did him!

Oh, how naive he was! Oh, how cocky he was! He was the one going through No Nut November, not Angelica! You know what that means, right? Whenever his wife got horny, well, she could use her fingers or her toys to help with that little issue! But him? Oh, he had jack shit!

Again... he really was an idiot to agree to this!

Maybe that's why he was so hot and sweaty. Tension was bubbling within his core, telling him that, yes, he'd finally get that release he was so desperately, desperately searching for! Soon he'd be home in his apartment, ready to unleash that which had been held restrained within him for weeks on end! It would be like finally taking off one's sweaty football gear after a grueling game.

Shear... bliss...

Ah, but he had to get there first, didn't he? Well...

Bing! Bong!

Now arriving at Millside Apartments. Now arriving at Millside Apartments.

“Ah! That's me!”

Excitement flowed through Thomas as the bus' intercom told him its next destination. Launching up from his feet, he tugged on the bus's pulley, and then quickly made his way down to the doors, perhaps rushing faster than he intended to. But not even the disgruntled looks of the others were enough to dampen his spirits! Once the doors opened, and the crisp air outside touched him, Thomas stepped out upon the sidewalks, and took in a deep, deep breath.

Aaaah... he was home!

Millside Apartments wasn't the largest complex in Document City. It might have been the most affordable however. Sure, there were cheaper apartments in the city, but at some point you're not living in a home, but instead living in a gutter. But Millside Apartments was great for what it had. It was spacious enough to hold two people, the walls were nice and thick, and not once did he have any issues with his neighbors.

Though there was this one short, snarky rabbit girl who got on everyone's nerves... ah, but she moved out recently!

Oh, what the hell was Thomas doing? Was he so excited to get home that he wasn't even thinking straight? Yes, yes he was. Really, he should be focusing on the hard-on he was shamelessly sporting between his legs. Even now, he was so excited that all the blood in his brain had already rushed straight to his dick! So, before he got going, he tried tucking it against his thigh.

This was a bit awkward...

Pulling his jacket up on his shoulders, Thomas finally got going. His movements were crossed between walking and sprinting, making it this weird, running stride that was as awkward to perform as it was to look at. Seriously, he was getting some confused glances from others, though he was too damn focused to even think about any of that! Just get home, that's what he told himself, just... get... home!

Rushing up the staircase to the second level of the apartments, Thomas stuffed his hand into his pocket, and pulled out his keys... only to accidentally _toss _them forward. Eyes wide, he gawked at his keys, and then his empty hand. Was he really that twisted for some pussy?

Yes, yes he was.

Scrambling for his keys, Thomas straightened up and then turned, facing the entrance to his apartment. Room #209. Right through these doors was his wife, no doubt ready to start teasing him for all that he had gone through. But, dammit, he'd take as much of that as he possibly could, so long as it _finally _meant being freed of this accursed infliction! Seriously, he was about to explode!

So, Thomas raised his keys, slid the right one in the door knob, twisted it, pushed it open, and then exclaimed--

“Honey! I'm hooo... what the...?”

He thought he'd see Angelica here in front of him. He knew his wife was home already; she got off hours before he did! But in front of him was nothing more than an _empty _apartment! Stepping inside and closing the door, he stared around and saw nothing. Where could she be?

Oooooh... he gets it. She was freshening up for him, wasn't he? Ah, that wily cat of his! She knew she could be covered in mud, and he'd still tackle her to the bed! In fact... he wouldn't mind seeing her get covered in mud. Uuuhh... but now was _not _the time to think about such things.

Smiling, Thomas removed his jacket and tossed it on the couch, cooling off a bit as his eyes cut towards the bedroom. Letting a grin appear on his lips, he slowly made way to the curtains which separated the bedroom from the rest of the apartment, stepping inside with a loud--

“Annngyyyyy!!!” only to see, “Wh... An... Angelica...? Where...?”

Yup, she wasn't here either!

Dumbfounded, Thomas rubbed his neck as he gave a face of shear confusion. Where was his wife! She wasn't in the living room, wasn't in the kitchen, wasn't in the bedroom, nor was she in the bathroom! She... _wasn't _here!

“Oooooh... noooooooo...” Thomas muttered to himself.

Remember kids, don't marry a feline! Their sadistic tendencies knows no bounds!

Face turning pale, Thomas stumbled back to the couch with his mouth agape. He knew Angelica wasn't here. She was probably out shopping with her friends, drawing out his challenge just a teensy bit more! That cruel cat!

Looking down between his legs, he came face to face with his roaring erection. So easily he could pull his jeans aside and just deal with it. But no. No, he will not. No, this? _This!? _Angelica was going to deal with this! And he was going to sit right fucking here until she got back home!

Although... _maaaaayybeee _he should have gotten himself something to _eat _first...

…

“So... what...? Your husband actually went through No Nut November?”

“Yeah! Heeheehee! My Thomas is kind of a dork, isn't he?”

Angelica Vanderbilt was a wily woman. Almost _too _wily for her own good. Ever since she was a young little kitten, she got into all kinds of trouble to the chagrin of her parents. Even now as a young adult, that brash and dangerous side of hers had yet to be diminished. Subdued... but not demolished.

And really, she still had that cocky, arrogant look in her green eyes.

A fit young woman, Angelica had the figure blessed to those of a feline genus. Her body was sleek and straight in all the right ways, while curvy and round in all others. Her midsection was narrow, her hips were wide, and her chest... well... she was quite proud of her chest! While she may not be the thiccest woman around, she certainly had this physique that made her impossible to look away from.

And Angelica knew this. And Angelica _abused _this.

She was the kind of woman who was never a hair out of place. Her white fur was as pristine as snow, and her long, blonde hair was gilded as gold. The front bangs of it fell over the right side of her face in this cool, curly, bouncy veil, while the back fell long and free all the way to her hips.

But even her hair couldn't hide the grin on her lips. She was a woman who always gave off an air of mischievousness, even when she hadn't done anything yet! Blame it on her green eyes which were always sharp, or her pointed face which seemed to enhance the grins and smirks she gave, but Angelica appeared to be a woman who was _incapable _of appearing sincere!

How'd a girl like her end up with a guy like Thomas? Inspired minds would like to know.

Athens Avenue. If you live in Document City, then you're aware of Athens Avenue. It sits on the eastern end of the city, far from Olympia Mall, which was usually the shopping center of choice for people. But if you long for something more flashy, something more expensive, then you head to Athens Avenue. And that's where Angelica was now.

The store's name? Forrest's Tailors, a clothing store known – and even feared – for its price ranges. It had amazing clothing... if you could afford it. And sitting in the store in a pair of chairs clothes to the changing rooms, was a certain blonde feline, and her canine of a friend.

Leaning back in her chair, a wry grin sat on the feline's lips as she glanced across the table towards her friend. The two were carrying bags of goods with them, having gotten them following their shopping spree. Various items were stacked within; Christmas gifts for the oncoming holiday. To think the end of the year was so close by!

“Are you sure Thomas didn't cheat or anything?” asked Angelica's friend, a canine by the name of Vicky, “Like... what's stopped him from just whanking off sometime in the bathroom?”

“Remember what I said? Thomas is kind of a dork,” replied the feline, “He couldn't be sneaky even if he tried, and I've seen him attempt to be sneaky _plenty _of times. And it's not like he was beating his dick off at work, unless he wanted to risk getting fired, and that's not gonna happen!”

“I mean... if you say so...” Vicky replied, “I'm just saying, boys are sneaky like that. Besides, what man in his right mind would agree to something so dumb? Especially since he didn't dare you to take the challenge. I mean, yeah, I know Thomas can be an idiot sometimes, but he can't be _that _idiotic...” she raised an eyebrow, “Can he...?”

“Heeheehee! Clearly, you don't know my husband!” Angelica replied as she pulled out her phone, “Knowing him, he's probably getting home by now. Oooooh! Poor thing! He probably has a stiffy that's hard to walk around with! Gah! I'm such a cruel cat!”

“I'll say...”

Snickering to herself, the feisty feline checked her phone and read the time of day. Yup, it was 6:14. Around this time, Thomas would be arriving home. He probably just got through the door, only to realize she wasn't there! Was this cruel and unusual punishment? Yes, even Angelica would be the first to admit to that. But was it fun? Ooooooooh, yes! Yes, it was so, so much fun!

But there was no ill-will meant behind it. For as devilish as Angelica could be, the cat was a woman of her word. It was December 1st, so she'd deal with her husband's stress the moment she got home. Besides, she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss Thomas' touch. Not having him even attempt so much as a grope at night, was surprisingly strange.

Granted, whenever she got horny, she could just deal with that displeasure. It was NNN for him, not for her! But that didn't mean she wouldn't prefer something more... natural. Closing her eyes, Angelica could even imagine just how pent-up her husband was. That cock of his was no doubt close to exploding, and that made her...

“Haaaah~”

“Hm? Something wrong?”

“Uhhh...”

Angelica's eyes snapped open, her typically arrogant face replaced with a blushing expression of confusion. Looking over towards her friend, she opened her mouth to say something, only to quickly look back at her phone. Shit, maybe she was really horny if she was standing here, sighing blissfully like some aroused feline! She needed to save face, and quick!

“Nothing, nothing!” she said as she dismissively waved her hand through the air, “Let's just hurry up with all of this shopping! There's still a few more things I need to buy!” her eyes shifted to the changing room in the back, “Hey, Emma! Get out of there! We've got things to do!”

…

Christmas shopping is always a blast, isn't it? Spending hours of one's day gleefully spending one's money without a care in the world, getting gifts for friends and loved ones, there isn't much that could equate to that feeling!

Or, well, maybe buying gifts for one's self. Yeah, that could probably rival the feeling of buying gifts! Whaaaaaat? There's nothing wrong with that! She's already at the strip mall; might as well buy a few things for herself too!

Simply put, today was a good day... for Angelica. Having spent several hours at the mall, buying gifts and gabbing it up with her friends, the feisty feline was finally making her way back home. The moon was high in the sky, and the once bustling streets of Document City, were now calmer. Sure, there were still horns honking, but it felt as if the city was steadily starting to nod off to dreamland.

Angelica would join them soon... but she knew things wouldn't be that easy.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, the blonde cat started making her way up to her apartment. She knew her husband was already home, but what shocked her was the fact that he hadn't messaged her yet. No phone call, no text, no nothing! What? Had she been too cruel by not telling him she was going Christmas shopping today? Maybe, but hey, she did buy his favorite beer on the way home! So, she wasn't _completely _sadistic!

But no more playing around. Here she was, back at home, and pulling her keys out of her jacket. Room #209. She slid the keys in, turned the knob, pushed the door open, and...

The apartment was dark.

“Hm...?”

Eyebrow raised, Angelica stepped into the apartment, while her tail sprung up high. The feline was naturally alerted by this odd state her home was in. She expected to see Thomas first and foremost, perhaps writhing on the floor in distress. Maybe he'd already be on his knees, begging her to relieve him of that tension. But, no, none of that. She was just here... alone.

“T-Thomas...?” Angelica muttered in confusion as she flipped on the lights.

Her apartment blinked to life, revealing her home in pristine condition. Nothing was a hair out of touch. It looked exactly the same now as it had looked when she left earlier that day. How... odd.

“Thomas...?” Angelica called again, “T-Thomas... are you home?”

Closing the door behind her, the feline walked deeper into her home, slowly... methodically... checking everything thoroughly. But, again, she didn't see nor hear her husband. Dropping her bag of goods near the couch, she continued looking for her husband, before finally snapping her gaze on the doorway to the bedroom. Her eyes tightened around it.

Shshshshshsfff...

Stepping through the curtains that blocked the entrance to the bedroom, Angelica took one whiff of the air, and--

“Ggh!?”

Her eyes grew wide.

Now, despite Angelica's mischievous nature, she was a very faithful young woman. While her eyes may wonder, her body never did. When she starts dating a person, that's the only person she's going to be with! And since she's married to Thomas, well, he was the only man she's been with for years! And being a cat, if there's one thing that she could recognize out of a line up, it's Thomas' body odor.

And this...? This!?

THIS WAS FUCKING INTENSE!!!

Angelica flinched as the powerful and potent odor of her husband's body filled her nose. It was overwhelming! Overpowering! She'd only smelled an odor like this when he got finished working out! Nooooo, this was _stronger _than that! This was like how he smelled after finishing a game back in his college football days!

It was the most potent odor of her husband she had smelled in a long, long time, one that had had been accumulated through weeks of celibacy. And now that smell was dancing in Angelica's nose. How did he hide this odor since the moment she stepped through the door? And – more importantly – where was he?

Oh... he was right...

“Th-Thomas...?”

Behind her.

Angelica turned around.

GRAB!

“Ah!?”

Lifted into the air, the lithe feline's green eyes fell upon the face of her husband. Her _stark-naked _husband. His big, burly frame was beneath her, as he so easily lifted her up into the air. Lifted her so high, her ears were pressing to the ceiling. And while Angelica was not unused to being picked up easily by her husband, that didn't make his appearance any less shocking.

“Th-Thomas!?” she gasped as she giggled in his hands, “I-is everything okay!?”

“What? Me?” he replied in an eerily calm manner, “I'm fiiiiiiiiinneeeeee...”

That's what he said, but his face – and his body – screamed danger! So much danger that it had Angelica's heart racing in her chest! When she looked her husband up and down, she saw the glistening body he had honed not just throughout his life, but during all of November. While Thomas has always been a fit man, it had been years since his college days where he was incredibly active in sports. Now he works a busy desk job, giving him little time to keep up with his body. But during NNN, he spent that extra time he would be using on something kinky, instead on honing his physicality.

And that had borne fruit. What with his tensing muscles, the sweat which traveled down his form, making it glow, and how he so easily lifted Angelica up. She was a thin cat, but she still weighed well over one hundred pounds! But to him, she may as well have well been a bunch of pillows!

Putting it lightly, Angelica was caught, and there was _nothing _she could do to weasel out of it. No amount of shaking could break his grasp, no words could sway his mind. This was happening!

“Eheeheehee... okay... I get it,” said the feline in a hapless manner, “I may have been a bit too _mean there, leaving you all alone while I went shopping with my friends. I'm really sorry, Thomas. I didn't know you were going to get so... ahem... _hot and bothered like this! Heehee...! Um... b-but... could you let me down? I... I bought you your favorite beer on the way home!”

Thomas' eyes squinted in on her.

“The beer can wait,” he replied, “Mmmf!”

“Hmmm!?”

With no build up, no warning, Thomas pressed his lips up to Angelica's! The feline's eyes grew wide from her husband's sudden attack, sweeping her into a kiss that was as ferocious as he appeared to be. At first her body locked up, still shocked by what was happening! But moments passed, and she steadily melted into this hungry embrace of their lips.

And 'hungry' was certainly the word for it. With desperate need, and incredible hunger, Thomas feasted on Angelica's lips and mouth. The feline moaned as her husband's strong and burly tongue lapped at her mouth. Its strength was without rival, not dancing, but instead battering down the defenses of her mouth, and causing her body to grow loose. So loose that she clung to him, while he lowered her down.

During NNN, Thomas and Angelica didn't kiss much outside of simple pecks on the cheek. Why? Because kissing like this felt too good, and since he had a challenge to complete, he couldn't let things like this cloud his judgment. So, yes, even kissing in a lurid manner was off the table. Maybe he had taken the challenge a bit too far...

Whatever...

Fwump!

Before Angelica knew it, she was being laid in her bed, resting in its soft mattress as her husband continued to assail her with kisses. His powerful hands darted to the jacket she wore, unzipping it in record time, and then pulling it free from her body. She didn't fight him.

Tossing the garment aside, Thomas finally pulled back to take a look at his wife's body. Since she went out today, Angelica decided to put on some good clothes. Her chest was covered in this sleeveless turtleneck sweater that hugged close to her curvy body, while her legs and hips were clad in jeans that also flaunted her figure.

This sweater... this damned sweater!

It was burgundy in color, and oh so snug. The way it curved around his wife's upper torso, contouring to her shoulders, and of course, flaunting her perky breasts. While far from the bustiest woman in the world, that didn't make Angelica's chest any less amazing. Its curve, its shape. Thomas was well aware of his wife's body.

So, what was wrong with his sweater? Well, it was _that _sweater. The sweater she wore throughout November. The sweater with the boob window in the front of it. Oval in shape, it offered Thomas and everyone a view of the feline's perky cleavage. Soft white fur pressed against burgundy cotton, and if one were to pay close attention, they may see just the edge of her lacy black bra.

This damned sweater! Seeing it made Thomas' blood pump, but all of said blood didn't go to his brain, it went straight to his dick! And now that Angelica was laying on her bed, she got a nice and unbridled view of her husband's length as she dropped her gaze down.

And...

“Gulp...”

It's never been that big _before. Inch upon inch upon glorious inch, Thomas' dick stood tall from between his legs. It wasn't just long, it was so damn _thick _as well! If Angelica had to compare it to anything, she'd say it was similar in size to her _wrist! All of that pent up lust, need and desire had all built up into his dick! And that dick was planning to fuck her!

Once again, she had to...

“Gulp...”

Yeah... that...

“H-hey... you okay, Thomas?” Angelica asked again, causing her husband to snicker.

“Whaaat? I said it already; I'm fiiinnneeeee!” he replied, though the feline shook her head.

All of that edging, that teasing, that taunting, it was coming back to bite her in the butt now. And the only person she had to blame for this was herself!

A sweat drop traveled down the side of Angelica's head, while Thomas reached down. Grinning from cheek to cheek, he grabbed the hem of her shirt, and then sloooowwwwwlllyyy pulled it up. Inch by inch it traveled up, revealing more of her ivory body beneath. That luscious midsection, so sleek and tone... ahh... but that's _not _what he was focused on.

Thomas' gaze moved up. This damned boob window. He was going to show Angelica exactly what he felt about it!

“Sit up...” he said.

“Wh... what?”

“Sit. Up!”

There was a sternness in his voice, a sound that Angelica wasn't used to hearing. Sure, Thomas could get a bit rough with her in the bed, but normally he built up to it. Right now, however, he was a steaming dynamo, and his cock was just as eager! Throbbing between his legs, it would not be denied, and neither would he. The feisty feline puffed up her cheeks, and pumped up her chest, but she didn't actually say anything. Instead, her green eyes trailed up and down her husband's body, before locking on his cock.

Reaching out, Angelica gently wrapped her hands around his length. And... oh dear... it was so damn hard. This wasn't a penis, this was a steel rod. It pulsated, it throbbed, it jumped in her hands, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Panting audibly, the feline stroked her dainty digits along the sides of her husband's length, feeling the veins press back against her. She brought her hands down to the base, along the shaft, and up to the helm. All of it was so hard, and none of it bent in the least bit.

“Does it... hurt...?” Angelica asked.

Thomas scoffed.

“What do you think?” he replied.

Yeah, dumb question; of course it hurt! It had been hurting for an entire month! But now it was finally about to unleash the bomb that had been stored within his balls, and it was going to be a big one! Even the precum that oozed from the tip of his dick, seemed stronger than usual. Maybe it was the smell, and how it dominated Angelica's nostrils. Or maybe it was the texture, and how it was so thick and gooey. But how does it taste? Well, the feline closed her eyes and moved her lips forward, but...

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Thomas said, making her eyes snap back open, “That's _not _what I want.”

“Wh... what?”

“Your tits, Angelica. Your tits!”

Looking down, the feline placed her hands upon the top of her chest whilst gazing into her cleavage. Gently she squeezed them, while wondering what he wanted her to do with his tits. It didn't take long for her to figure it out, what with her shirt having been pulled up.

“Okay,” she muttered as she grabbed her sweater, beginning to pull it off when-

“No. Keep the sweater on,” said Thomas, again making her flinch

She wanted him to do _that _while her sweater was on? Wouldn't it, ya'know, get in the way? Thomas didn't seem too bothered by it. Angelica was though.

“H-heeeyy...” she muttered as she raised her chest up, “You better warn me before you cum, Thomas! I don't want semen getting into my fucking sweater! I actually quite like this one!”

“I'll think about it,” he replied in a cheeky manner.

Angelica pouted at him, annoyed that her husband so gleefully ignored her request... but she never actually stopped herself. Noooo, she kept moving, lifting up her body, and aiming his cock right up with her tits. And then she reached around to her back, and unhook the clips of her bra.

Fwiiip...

The undergarment fell from her chest and landed on the floor. But with her sweater still on, Angelica's tits were still blocked from view. Not that it did her any good. Looking down, Thomas could easily see the towers that were her nipples as they poked through the top of her shirt.

She was just as horny as he was. Thing is, Angelica is too damn proud to admit that this was turning her on. She blamed it on the smell. Being a feline, Thomas' scent was just so... overwhelming.

Pressing his cock up against her toned body, the feline gave a sigh. It was so damn hot! Even here, it felt like it was burning her up! Biting into her bottom lip, Angelica nibbled on it slightly, before guiding his cock upwards. Everything was angled up, so all it took was one single push, and Thomas' burning dick came pushing through her tits, and straight up through the cleavage of her sweater.

“Aaaaaaah...”

Bliss.

On both sides of Thomas' cock, was Angelica's perky and firm tits. They sandwiched his dick, which pulsated like crazy between her two mounds. Closing his eyes, this joyous expression took his face, while his wife focused her green eyes squarely on his cock. So big... so thick... so hot... feeling it slide between her soft tits, made the feline let loose a breath she didn't know she was holding.

“Nnngg...”

Biting down on her bottom lip again, Angelica closed her eyes and looked away. Out of sight, out of mind; that's what she told herself. If she just didn't look at it, her defenses wouldn't crumble. She just didn't want to give in!

But the feeling of his cock... and the smell of his cock... kept drawing her attentions back forward! No matter what Angelica tried to do, she found herself laser-focused on Thomas' dick, and her mind too could only think about it.

Oh... when this thing finally came, it was going to be glorious!

Gripping the sides of her tits, Angelica slowly began drawing her chest up and down along Thomas' cock. Her perky chest was the perfect pillows to handle such an amazing length, Up and down she stroked upon him, guiding her breasts along his dick, which teased every inch of his veins. Reaching down, Thomas placed his hand on Angelica's shoulder to help keep himself up right, all the while, his dick kept peaking through the valley of her tits.

Push! Push! Push!

Every time his dick appeared, it made Angelica's eyes widen. Shit, Thomas' dick was so big! Too big! It so easily pumped through her bosom, traveling through the bottom of her tits, and up beyond her cleavage. And with its length and size, the tip of it hovered so close to her lips.

And the precum...

It endlessly oozed down his dick, where it streaked down the sides of his cock. Moving her tits up and down, Angelica smeared his precum everywhere. It got lathered not just upon his dick, but also on her tits, causing both to glisten in the light of their bedroom. With it everywhere, moving her tits along his dick became so much easier, allowing him to move faster... and faster... and faster!

Shluck! Shlk! Shwk!

The sounds of her tits running along his cock, echoed throughout the bedroom. Panting slightly, the feline bit into her bottom lip, _still _trying to keep up some modicum of control in this situation, even as her husband's dick seemingly _expanded _before her eyes.

Yes, it was getting longer! Thicker! And those heavy balls of his were swaying down below! What the hell? Thomas' cock had never done this before! In fact, he was never this resilient before! He'd usually blow his load after a few moments of this!

But this time? He just kept going! In fact...

Plap!

“Ah!?”

Thomas thrusted up with his hips, sending this powerful quake through Angelica's tits. Eyes wide, the feeling stared down to her tits which were still quivering, then looked up towards her husband's face. This grin was on his lips, one he gleefully flashed towards her. Cocky jerk!

Plap!

“Aaahhn!?”

But she couldn't really berate him, what with his dick still fucking her tits. Angelica wasn't even moving any more, instead letting Thomas do most of the work. His hips would pull back and shot up, sending quake after quake through her luscious tits.

But the tip of his dick. It kept coming closer and closer and closer. Gazing up in a demure manner, Angelica opened her mouth, letting the head of his cock slip into her mouth. It was just the head, but that was more than good. From his slit oozed that delicious precum, which stained her mouth and tongue.

And it tasted glorious.

Tongue sliding out, Angelica stroked it along the helm of his cock, swirling it around and around and around. The movements of her slender tongue, sent shivers of pleasure throughout Thomas' body. And those shivers _spurned _him!

“Hm?”

Eyes wide, Angelica looked up as her husband placed his hands on her shoulders. Squeezing them, he pulled back with his hips and--

Plap!

But it wasn't just one, it was many!

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

His dick launched up through her tits and fucked Angelica's mouth, making her eyes widen. It was so big and so strong, and easily pushed into her maw; again and again and again! He was treating her like his own personal fucktoy, and he wasn't going to stop until he finally exploded!

Fortunately for Angelica, it wouldn't be long. Unfortunately, that didn't make the explosion any less... big.

“Gah! Fuck!”

SPURRRT!!!

“HNNMMMGGG!?”

Big! Big! Too big! Really fucking big!

It wasn't just an explosion, wasn't just a bomb, it was an _eruption _of cum! Thomas' first climax in a month, and it all came roaring from his dick without hesitation! White jizz shot from the tip, flooding into Angelica's mouth, and making her eyes widen. Her husband's spunk was both intense and weighty, completely covering every inch of her maw in only a matter of seconds! And when she thought it was all over--

“GGLGLGKK!?”

Even more cum came out! It flooded into her mouth, coated her throat, there was so much spunk, it even came spurting out of her nostrils! Seed! Seed was everywhere! So much seed, Angelica had to pull back, lest she be _drowned _in his cum!

But even that wasn't enough to stop him! His dick still throbbing between her cleavage, Thomas shot cum sky-high, which then came sprinkling down upon his wife's face and tits. Cum pooled in her tits, staining her fur, while also painting her burgundy turtleneck white with cum. It was hot, it was intense, and the odor was so damn strong!

And it just kept coming!

Thomas' spunk was thick and weighty, beating down into Angelica's flesh and fur. Laying back, she waited for his climax to stop, for this dick of his to finally calm down! But it seemed like forever! Whenever she thought he was done, he'd shoot a bit more spunk, juuuuuuuuuust for good measure. Then and only then did Thomas pull back, drawing his cock from Angelica's tits, and letting the feline fall back.

“Ack! Gghhmmm! Gulp!”

Swallowing his cum down, Angelica took a few moments to catch her breath. This taste... it was so intense! When was the last time her husband's body carried with it this overwhelming scent and flavor? She couldn't remember. She doubted it was _ever _this potent.

Following his orgasm, the feline finally returned to reality, her green eyes looking down towards her tits. His cum had pooled in her cleavage, making it a warm bath of seed. And... much to her annoyance...

“You fucking dick...”

His cum had stained the entirety of her sweater, just as she warned him _not _to do. There was so much cum, you'd be forgiven in thinking it was a white sweater, and not a burgundy one! It was seeping into the very fibers of her top! She'd never be able to wear this again!

Groaning audibly, Angelica raised up and curled her hand into a fist. She was _this _close to punching her husband for what he had done, but when she looked up at him...

“What the...?”

His cock was still hard.

Despite having the largest climax of his life, Thomas' dick was still raging between his legs. A raging rod of heat and power, it made it incredibly clear to Angelica that once would _not _be enough. The feline's mouth gaped and her eyes widened, before looking away in a quizzical manner. While she knew Thomas was tense during the month of November, she didn't think he'd be _this _bad.

Maybe she bit off more than she could chew...

“Okaaay...” groaned Thomas as he again pounced upon his wife, this time gripping her jeans, “Let's just get these off...”

“Thomaaaass... what's gotten into you?” Angelica groaned as her pants were slid down her shapely legs and thighs.

“Nothing's gotten into me. It's what's coming _out _of me,” he replied.

There was no fighting on the feline's end. She just let her husband pull down her pants and shoes, revealing her pelvis as it was covered with nothing but her lacy black panties. Even with them on, this unmistakable odor traveled from her pussy, one that went right into Thomas' nose. Despite what her face would say, she was aroused, if not just as desperate for his touch as he was for her. NNN did deny her the pleasure of sex with her husband, after all.

But that's okay. He was here now, and he was more than ready to go!

Reaching down, Thomas gently plucked the waistband of Angelica's panties, and sloooowwwllyyy dragged them down her hips. There it was, surrounded by snow-white fur, was Angelica's pretty pink pussy. Her honey traveled down her folds, staining her thighs and the bed beneath them. Oh, that odor... mmmmm... it brought a smile to Thomas' lips.

There was no foreplay needed, no teasing, no touching, none of that. With his odor wafting through Angelica's nose, it told her one thing; she was about to get fucked tonight, and it was going to be a big one! And though she was a feisty and abrasive cat, seeing her husband's glistening rod take aim with her cunt, was enough to send trembles of excitement throughout her body. Angelica even panted, watching as he reached down and grabbed her knees, pushing them up and spreading her legs open, while his cock came angling down.

The head of his dick pressed up against her folds, garnering a whimpering groan from Angelica's lips. Every time he rubbed it against her, she felt her honey being smeared and lathered all over the place. And its size! It was so damn big! This thing was going to tear her apart!

He knew it, and she knew it. And once everything was all lined up, the only thing Thomas needed to do was push. So... he pushed.

THWAP!

“GAAA-HAAAAAAH!”

Pure. Sensory. Overload.

Thomas' thick dick slammed into Angelica's tight cunt, spreading out her walls with his thick length. The feline's back arched as her husband slammed his dick into her cunt, and her wailing moan pierced the air. Fuck, it was so big! Waaaay bigger than it had ever been before! So big that she could have sworn a completely different man was fucking her right at the moment!

But this was nothing compared to what was going on in Thomas' mind.

His dick deep inside of his wife's pussy, he sucked in a deep, deep breath of air. This feeling... this amazing feeling! Her pussy was tight, and felt like velvet as it stroked upon every inch of his turgid length. Feeling so much pleasure went straight to his brain!

In that moment, he leaned in close to Angelica's body, and drove back with his hips. She could feel it. She could feel his cock dragging so sinfully along the walls of her cunt. Looking down, the feline bit into her bottom lip, bracing herself for the impacts that were coming.

She was not ready.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“AAAH! HAAAH! HAAAAH!”

Thomas' thick length pounded against Angelica's tight pussy, making the bed beneath them bounce and heave. Having shed their clothes, the man's strong and burly body was on full display, letting his wife see every inch of it tense up as he used the power he had to pound into her. And with his cock to match, the feline's body was arching up from the bed as she kept letting loose howling moans of need.

His dick! His amazing dick! It was thick, and long, and so damn hot! It pushed into Angelica's pussy, with little regard for her well-being! And dammit, that's exactly how she _liked _it! Despite her nature, despite her snarky words and mischievous antics, Angelica _loved _this! It was primal! Wild! And so damn intense! With every thrust into her tight twat, Angelica's hair and breasts would bounce, with those sharp nipples cutting through the air like glass!

And her face spoke a thousand words.

Lips in a circle, the feisty feline was moaning like a bitch in heat, all while Thomas fucked her senseless! Any more of this, and she may very well be unable to think of anything at all!

“Heh heh... wow, Angelica... I thought you would've been _better _than this,” Thomas remarked as he breathed hard, this cocky grin on his lips as the steamy air they built up dominated the bedroom, “I was the one going through No Nut November, but you're the one screaming for more! Fuck! Your pussy's so tight! What? Your toys couldn't compare?”

“Yes! Oh yes! Fuck yes! Aaaah! Your cock is amazing, Thomas!” she replied, her hands clutching at the bed sheets beside her head, “It's so big! And so thick! Nnnggraaah! It's perfect for me! Harder! Fuck me harder!”

“Geh... sure thing!”

PATPATPATPAT!!!

“OH FUCK!”

His vicious pounding increased in strength, Thoma's powerful dick slammed hard against her tight entrance. Angelica was being abused like she didn't matter; just some sleeve for his cock! And if she even thought about escaping, Thomas held her down by the hips, using his powerful strength to keep her in place as his cock pounded into her cunt; over and over and over again. That burly dick was reaching deeper and deeper areas, all while the feline moaned and groaned with extreme amounts of pleasure. Her husband just couldn't be beat, and why?

Because of his strength! He was beating into her, working hismself deeper and deeper into her tight, moaning, groaning, shivering body! And when she thought he was finally slowing down, Thomas merely paused to prepare himself... and her...

“I'm gonna fuck you so damn good...” he whispered as he gripped her waist tighter.

“Do it...! Do it...” she whispered back, “Fucking... do it!”

“That's all I needed to hear...”

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“OH FUCK! YES! YEEESSSS!!!”

With every thrust, Angelica's cunt was worked open more and more! Thomas' dick was like a battering ram: forcing its way into her dungeon walls with every successive strike! There was no stopping it, and she didn't want it to stop! Looking up at her husband, gazing upon his sexy, broad body, his shoulders, and his blue eyes, Angelica saw nothing but glory!

“Guh!”

“Aaah!?”

A high-pitched squeal left Angelica's lips as Thomas slammed his dick into her cunt. Her pussy had truly been stretched well beyond what was normal for her, to the point that she could feel it press against the underside of her belly. And when she looked down, outlined in her stomach was his cock. It was so deep, far deeper than it had ever been ever before.

“Oh... shit... ahh...” Angelica moaned as she placed her hands on her stomach and traced the outline of his member.

They were stuck together, almost knotted like true beasts in the wild. Looking up at Thomas, Angelica watched as he panted ever so slightly. His face was so close to hers; she could see the need in his eyes. He _needed _to unleash this, and he wasn't going to plant it anywhere but inside of her.

Arms reaching up, Angelica grabbed her husband by the neck and shoulders, then swiftly pulled him into a kiss.

“Mmm!”

“Mmmf!”

Their lips crashed into one another, tongues slapping with such heated fervor, while saliva was sapped in a lurid mess. Angelica moaned as his broad tongue brushed against hers, all the while, she could feel his cock throb and twitch like mad deep inside of her. And soon after...

“Hmmmmgggphhh!!!”

Angelica broke the kiss, moaning as something hot, thick, and potent, splashed deep into her cunt. Thomas was cumming! He was filling her pussy up with his thick seed! Her green eyes rolled back as his climax triggered her own, causing her pussy to tighten around his length with a vice like domination. Thomas couldn't pull his cock out even if he wanted to... by why would he _ever _want to?

Angelica came all over his cock and waist, coating him with her feminine juices. Her moaning wails filled the air, her eyes rocked and rolled, and her body bent back, all while Thomas held her close. But there wasn't much she could do, for once he released her...

Whump...

Angelica fell into their bed, panting for breath.

But...

Thomas still wasn't done.

His dick buried deep into his wife's pussy, his climax didn't just start before her own, it was still coming! At some point, his balls had become a machine, churning out sperm that filled every inch of his wife's needy pussy. Pink walls were plastered white, as he filled her up to the brim, and then some!

And Angelica _felt _it! She felt every finite inch of sperm fill her cunt, like a balloon that refused to go down! Confused, the feline looked down, watching as his dick pulsed... and pulsed... and pulsed! And every blast of spunk was seemingly followed by this sound, as if she could hear his internal climax. There was just... too... MUCH!

“AAAAH!”

Angelica fell back in the bed, her eyes closed and toes curled as she let her husband pump his load until there was nothing left. Then and only then did he pull back... slowly... letting her feel his dick drag out against her walls. And then when it pulled out freely...

Shlop!

This dirty and lewd noise came with him... followed by seemingly _endless _cum. It oozed down his dick and her folds, trailing down towards the floor in this river of spunk that just kept coming and coming and coming. Mouth agape, Angelica watched it. She watched his seed cum out of her pussy, and then brought her green eyes back up to his crotch.

And...

“What the... fuck...?”

His dick was still _hard! Cum and pussy juices oozed down his length, and steam radiated from his body. Thomas was still ready and raring to go, even though he just got done climaxing so quickly one after one another. Swallowing her saliva, Angelica gave a slight look of trepidation towards her husband and his cock, wondering if she could take down the beast she had inadvertently created. It looks like she was going to need a little _help.

Thomas reached out for her again, ready to start this lewd coupling up once again. But Angelica reached up her hand, placing it upon his nose and bringing him to a halt.

“W-wait, Thomas,” she groaned, “I... have to make a text...”

…

Come here asap

“What was this all about...?”

Have you ever wondered how a person ended up the way they did? When it comes to Angelica, a lot of people wonder what went on in her youth to make her so damn dastardly. But if you were to meet the woman who was her mother, and really got to know her, then the answer would be an easy one. Angelica was _born _to be Angelica; there's nothing else about it.

But, again, you'd only know this if you got to know _her mother. Because from the outside looking in, Susan Park is _normal.

She was a mature feline, one who was pushing up in the years. No, she wasn't fifty yet... but give her three more years. A bit short, age had reduced her vertical height by a foot or two, much to her chagrin. What age hadn't done was make her any less voluptuous. If anything, her curves were even more _pronounced than it had been in the past! Her shorter frame made everything seem so much... bigger! A bigger chest, a bigger butt, wider hips, thiccer thighs! Just... _bigger!

And then you'd get up to her face, which only seem to reaffirm the idea that Susan _can't _be Angelica's mother. The matriarchal feline didn't appear to have a dangerous bone in her body! Her eyes were soft and green, she had glasses on her face, and her expression typically came off as being demure and even shy.

But as they say... looks can be deceiving...

In the middle of the night, the white-furred feline got a text from her daughter, simply asking her to come over. But since it was, ya'know, in the middle of the night, Susan replied with a curt,

What's wrong?

She got no reply.

Confused, the older feline waited for her daughter to tell her what was going on, but she ended up falling asleep before any response could be made. When she woke up the next morning, there was still no response. How odd. Buuuuut, it was the morning of December 2nd, a Saturday, and Susan had nothing of importance planned, so if her daughter wanted to see her, then she'd go over and visit. It wasn't like it was serious or anything. If things were serious, Angelica would have called instead of texted. Still... what was so urgent that Susan had to come over immediately? And why didn't her daughter text her back?

Well...

Making way to Millside Apartments, Susan headed into the direction of her daughter and son-in-law's apartment. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pair of keys, having her own in case of emergency. She was blissfully unaware of what was going on through those doors. The walls were so thick, that someone could be _murdered _in one of these apartments, and everyone else would be completely ignorant to this.

But then Susan pushed those keys into the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door up.

“ACK!?”

Her sensitive feline nose quickly curled.

Sex. The air smelled of nothing but sex. It was potent and powerful; this incredible odor that quickly filled her nostrils from one end to the other! Raising her hand and looking down, the mouth of the feline gaped as she entered the apartment, and closed the door behind her. Sweat, musk, and a _lot _of cum permeated the air, making it downright impossible to not breathe it all in! And when she did...

Oh... it made her so hot...

This was the odor of a randy male and female, and it was clear that they had been going at it for _hours _on end! Can't say it was an odor she was unfamiliar with, considering her wild, youthful days.

Were Angelica and Thomas... ya'know... fucking? Well...

PATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“GAH! FUCK! AHH! THOMAAAASSS!!!”

Yes, yes they were.

A warm blush appeared on Susan's face as she stood in the entrance of her daughter's apartment. The sounds of their melding bodies echoed through the wall, attracting her eyes over. Right there were the curtains that barred entry to their bedroom, and that's where the sounds were coming from. The curtains were opaque however; no amount of looking at them would let her see what was happening on the other end. So, Susan got a little closer... and a little closer... and a... little... closer... and...

Shshshshsh...

Susan pulled open the curtains. Her eyes grew wide.

Right there on the bed was Angelica and Thomas. She rode her husband, her back pressed to his broad chest, while her legs were spread out wide. From where Susan was, she got a full view of her daughter's body, while Thomas' thick and turgid length slammed into her cunt with reckless abandon. It was so big! And despite her being such a lithe woman, Angelica was taking it into her cunt; again and again and again!

But that's not what was most striking about this sight. It wasn't the sweat that flew off of their bodies from their every impact, or the image of Angelica's pussy as it struggled to contain Thomas' dick. No, it was the sight of her daughter's enlarged belly. Angelica wasn't pregnant! She was as flat as a board! And yet her stomach had swelled to an amazing size, making her look like she was months into her second trimester!

“CUMMING! CUUUMMIIINNNG! AAAAAH! GUUUH!”

Angelica's announcement was followed by a loud and lewd--

SQUIRRRRT!!!

Legs quivering, Angelica unleashed a torrent of feminine jizz from her pink and white folds. Susan could tell this was not her first, and could tell this would not be her last, for the man fucking her was yet to be satiated.

No... not the man... the beast.

Angelica's body went slack following her climax, and she fell over on her bed. This look of shear, elated, slutty _bliss _was painted upon her face. Her lips were in a smile, her eyes were glossed over, and she was heaving like she'd run a marathon.

But then those green eyes snapped forward, seeing green eyes look back.

“Mmm... Mom? That you?” she said.

“Bah!?”

Susan flinched and pulled back, causing the curtains to close as she pressed her back up to the wall behind her. Shit! She got found out! Why did she open up the curtain!? She should have left the moment she realized they were fucking!

And quite the spirited fuck too... ah! No no! She couldn't be thinking about that right now!

Shshshshsh...

The curtains opened.

Mouth agape, Susan looked forward to see her sweat-covered daughter, and the lurid smile on her lips.

“Heeey, Mom... you finally made it,” she said.

“A-Angelica... is everything alright...?” Susan asked, to which the younger feline nodded.

“Yeaaaah, why wouldn't it be?”

“It's just that... y-you and Thomas...?” she looked past her daughter to the man on the bed, “Is he okay? He looks... tense.”

“Look, Mom... have you ever heard of... No Nut November?” Angelica asked.

“No... what November...?”

“Yeah, I figured. Look, No Nut November is, like, this challenge that some people do, where they go through the entirety of November without cumming once. This November, I challenged Thomas to it, and... well... this is the outcome. He's, like, super wired, as you can tell.”

“Umm... I can...”

Again, Susan looked towards Thomas. He wasn't even speaking, just groaning with need and hunger, while his sweaty body glistened in the light of their bedroom, and his rigid cock stood tall between his legs. He wasn't a man, he was a monster! A hungry, horny, monster!

It was... quite the turn-on, in all honesty. Again, it had been a while since Susan had seen such need in a man. But... wait... why did Angelica call Susan here? Shouldn't she be, ya'know, dealing with that?

Weeeelll...

“So, like, Mom... could you help me?”

Angelica's plea was shocking to say the least. She wanted Susan – her own mother – to help her out with something like this? On one hand, the request was insane! On the other hand...

“Sure...”

Well, Susan _is _Angelica's mother. Don't let those demure looks fool you.

A lurid grin appeared on the mother feline's face, and she reached up to the jacket she wore. Unzipping it, she peeled her coat from her body, revealing her voluptuous body beneath, and the clothing she wore beneath. Since it was so cold outside, the motherly feline wore appropriate attire for the colder climate, with a fur trim dress, and these tight pantyhose beneath that helped keep the warmth.

Stepping into the bedroom, the intense, sexual fragrance once again overwhelmed Susan's nose, but she didn't fight it off. She retained that lurid grin, while approaching Thomas. Were thoughts even going through that head of his? Or was he a slave to his own baser instincts, merely looking to fuck.

Eh... so be it...

“It's so big!” Susan said as she got on her knees before Thomas and his cock, “Let me just give it a little... taste...” her mouth opened, and-- “Nmmph...! Mmmmmm...!”

This taste. This powerful taste! It was the combined, sexual taste of two people; Angelica and Thomas. It mixed within the mature feline's mouth, making her moan around his dick. It reverberated through the bedroom; Susan was not shy in letting her voice be heard! And how could she not when she tasted so much cum on her tongue?

“Mmmmfff... mmm... haaa... mm... it tastes so good,” she moaned... before attaching her lips to his length again.

Susan's moans flowed around Thomas' cock, making it throb more within her mouth. Raising her hands, she placed them on his waist, keeping his legs parted so she could suck upon his cock in earnest. Up and down, that throbbing hunk of thick meat pumped through her lips, sliding along her jaw and further into her mouth, where it even tickled along the back of her throat.

Thomas couldn't lie; Susan could suck some dick.

“Aaaaaaah...” Thomas moaned as his blue eyes looked down upon the mature feline currently blowing him.

His penis throbbed within Susan's mouth, while her tongue slicked along the veins that proudly ran along its sides. Below, her hands moved to seize upon his length in two areas; one grabbing his shaft, while the other grabbed his balls. Both hands and fingers moved in tandem to please his dick, sending more surges of life through his heavy, heavy balls.

“Nngngh...! Susssaaaan,” Thomas groaned, making Angelica giggle.

“Eeeheee... he actually said a word... he's just been growling a lot,” she remarked.

POP!

“Ohohohoho... I'll say,” Susan replied, her lurid grin growing more devilish as her eyes looked up at Thomas' face, “Do you know how good this tastes? It's so big and so salty... and it throbs so much! Ohohohohohoho! I could suck your cock for hours! Mmmmm!”

And as if to prove such a declaration, Susan immediately attacked his cock again. She was sucking harder and faster now, moaning around his penis as her head bobbed up and down. Clearly, age did not dull her sexual skill in the slightest. At least Thomas knew where Angelica got it from now... assuming he remembers _anything _after all of this is over.

Leaning back in his bed, he moaned more as she sucked him off, his hands even digging into the mattress beneath him. His balls were churning and cock throbbing, getting harder and harder within the mature feline's mouth. Grunting, he thrusted upward with his hips, causing Susan to give an excited yip from how sudden it was.

Reaching down, Thomas palmed Susan's head, holding her down on his thick member. Her eyes grew scrunched from the feeling, looking up at him as he held her close to his dick. She didn't move, didn't fight him off; she allowed him to do as he pleased to her.

“Nnngh! Nnnghhh! Haaaah! Susan! Aaaaahh! Haaaah! SUUUSSAAAAANN!!!”

Susan's eyes grew wide as Thomas suddenly started to cum, his dick inflating suddenly. He started to blast her mouth full of white seed, shooting cum into her maw and throat like he owned the place. The mature feline moaned from the taste of his spunk, eyes rocking and rolling, and head swooning back. The taste! The taste was so fucking raw! So salty, so bitter, so strong!

But Thomas wasn't done yet, no, no, he couldn't be done! Pulling back out of her mouth, he began shooting his seed upon Susan's face, causing her to close her eyes and hold her mouth open in heated desire, her tongue hanging out to boot.

“So good...” she moaned, “Ooooooooh soooo goooood...!”

As Thomas finally stopped cumming, Susan swallowed his spunk down. It was so thick, so salty, so bitter, and oh so damn good. Finishing the seed deposited into her mouth, Susan turned to face his dick, watching as cum drizzled down the side. Her lips pursed again, she began to suck and clean the cum straight off of his length, dragging her tongue from the helm, down the shaft, and even cleaning the bits of cum that stained his balls. Such lewd care and dedication... it made Thomas moan. By the time the mature feline was done, his dick was practically radiating.

“Ooooh... look at it,” Angelica remarked as she flashed her husband a grin, “Who'd have thunk my mom would be so good at sucking dick.”

“Well... aaaah... it's so big and... so young...” Susan replied, “Let me just...”

Gently pursing her lips, the mature feline leaned up, and placed a kiss upon Thomas' stomach. As her lips held to him, her hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it up and down whilst kissing up and along his body. Further and further Susan worked her way forward, stopping at his chest. Mouth opening, she licked and lashed at his nipple with her tongue, moaning from the taste of his heated and sweaty body. Thomas moaned too, having never been treated in such a way before.

“Aaaah... Suuusaaan...” he moaned as she worked herself away from his nipple, up to his mouth where, “Mmmfff...”

They kissed, eyes closed, and mouths pressed to one another. Their tongues slicked and slid against one another, clicking like puzzle pieces. Soft moans were traded between the two, while Angelica watched. Oooooh, she was too damn delirious to care about the fact that her mother was kissing her husband, while jerking his dick off. Speaking of...

Susan's hand was still wrapped around his cock, stroking it back and forth. Thanks to that and her kisses, not to mention his own burning virility, was it any surprise that Thomas' dick never went flaccid? If anything, it got even harder.

“There...” Susan said as her green eyes stared down towards his dick, “Nice and big... okay!”

Standing up from the floor, Susan's hands came over to the buttons of her dress. Undoing them, she pulled her fur-trim garment apart, revealing her shirt beneath. The voluptuous curves of her bountiful bosom, were contained in a lacy red bra. What was it about Susan and Angelica that they wore such lacy undergarments? Then again, they certainly _never _wanted to look anything less than their best, especially in the bedroom.

Makes one wonder what they be getting up to when no one's around.

Though Thomas certainly wasn't wondering anything. He was focused on the feline before him, watching her undress and reveal her sexy body to him. Her dress was discarded, and her pantyhose...

Rriiiiiiiip!

They were ripped open, revealing her pink pussy beneath. Thomas' eyes locked upon Susan as she made her way over towards the bed and climbed upon it. Her hips swayed left and right in such a sexy, taunting motion, and her tail was help up high to give him unrestricted view of her pussy and asshole. With unflinching eyes, he watched her, his face one of complete lust. Resting her upon the bedpost, the mature feline hoisted her ass up high, but that wasn't enough. Not only did she push it towards Thomas, she reached down between her legs to spread open her pussy, flaunting its deep pinkness towards him.

“Thoooomaaaaaaaass,” she groaned, “I may not be as young as Angelica is but... haaah... abuse this naughty pussy of mine...”

Thomas nodded.

“Yes ma'am...”

There was no build up, no foreplay, none of that. Susan was already a wet river of need as Thomas came over towards her. Placing his hand on her hip, he caused the mature feline to bite into her bottom lip, bracing herself for the thorough fucking that was about to occur.

She was _not _ready.

THWAP!

“AAAAH-HAAAAH!?”

With one mighty thrust, Thomas slammed his dick into Susan's cunt, spreading apart her walls, and shooting his dick straight up to her womb! Young, old, none of that mattered to him as he began pumping his hips forward and back at a wild pace. The mature feline moaned and howled from his constant penetrations, eyes rocking and rolling from powerful thrust after powerful thrust!

His hips were like a machine, his body like this great wall made of steel, not flesh! With his powerful thrusts, he made Susan's hair fly, her ass quake, her breasts bounce against her chest, and her ass – that soft, succulent ass! – it clapped against his pelvis over and over and over again. And as his cock slammed into her cunt with that wild pace, Thomas' moans grew louder with every successful thrust, his body even leaning back to fill the air with sordid moans.

And Susan...

“AH! FUCK! YES! HARDER! AAAAH! HARRRDERRRR!!! AMAZING! IT'S SO AMAAZZZINNNGG! AAAAAH!!!”

But Thomas wasn't pleased with this! No, he needed more! Reaching up, he grabbed Susan's hips and turned her over, switching her about so that she laid on her back. Her green eyes grew wide as his hands laid under her legs, opening them up wide so that he could more easily drive his cock into her pussy.

With her in this new position, he had an unbridled view of her sexy form, meaning that with his every thrust, he watched her breasts and hair bounce. And with his every thrust, his cock began expanding, getting bigger and bigger and bigger within her slutty body. The mature feline moaned like such a bitch as his dick beat down her defenses with strike after strike after strike. Harder and harder, hotter and hotter, so much moans, so much sweat, all while Thomas showed no sign of slowing down!

PATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAAH! HAAAAH! FUUUUUCKKK!!!”

“NNNGHHH! SUSAAAAAN... SUUUSAAAAAANNN!”

“AAAAH!!!”

“NNNGHHH!!! RRAAAAAH!”

Finally, his dick slammed down deep into her pussy fully, tying them together without a knot! And with his mighty grip, escape was impossible. It's not like Susan was trying to escape anyway, because she clung to his hips with her legs, further holding him close to her body.

And then...

“HAAAH!”

“OOOOH!?”

Thomas began cumming, filling Susan's pussy up with seed. And this... wasn't a small amount of seed. This was an amount so large, that the mature feline's eyes grew wide. Thomas dumped cum into her cunt... and then his balls churned, causing him to dump even _more _cum into her cunt... and even more! And even more! AND EVEN MORE!

Thomas was a damn machine! Just cumming and cumming, with no regards to his own biology! Susan's cunt already struggled to contain his dick, how was her womb supposed to handle his sperm? In a manner similar to Angelica, it would seem.

Before Susan's wide eyes, her stomach began to expand. Like her daughter before her, Thomas was cumming so much in her, that her womb could barely contain it all! It was just a swelling balloon of seed!

Their roaring moans mixed together as his virulent seed filled up every inch of her pussy. Whenever Susan thought he'd be finished, Thomas jut kept firing, and being the greedy woman she was, she just kept taking it! Moaning and groaning like a needy little slut, while her pussy slurped and sucked up his cum.

And then...

It finally stopped.

“Guh!?”

Thomas pulled back, drawing his cock from Susan's used cunt. The mature feline felt a wave rip upwards through her body, causing her fur to stand on end and her spine to snap up... before she fell face first into the musky mattress below. Her ass still raised up, she shuddered, her own climax trickling down her thighs as Thomas' spunk oozed out of her cunt.

Desperate gasps for breaths left Susan, who rolled around until she was laying on her back. Staring up to the ceiling overhead, she took a few moments to settle her nerves, and then looked down to see... yup... her big, cum-inflated belly. Really reminded her of the old days for a moment there.

Placing her hand upon her stomach, Susan idly rubbed it for a few moments, before being joined on the bed by her Angelica. She looked over, her eyes meeting Angelica's green eyes, as the younger feline flashed her mother a sweaty grin.

“Hey... heh... thanks for the help, Mom,” she said, “I think Thomas would've broken me if you didn't come over.”

“Haaaah... I don't mind,” replied Susan, just as drained as her daughter, “Though... you should've warned me. I'm not as young and spry as I used to be...”

“Heeheehee! I assumed you could take it. Good thing I was right. I wouldn't feel comfortable sharing Thomas with any of my friends.”

“Umm... g-girls...?”

Thomas' voice rang in their ears, causing the two to look over... where their eyes grew wide and their faces turned pale.

He. Was. Still. Hard.

“This can't be normal...” Thomas muttered, his first coherent words in a long time.

“Oh... fuck...” Angelica groaned.

“Um... huh... I'll have to tell your father I'll be a little late coming home...” Susan stated.

This was gonna be a _loooooooooooooonnnnggg _weekend.

Intermission

Hey, we're halfway through the late night double feature. You might wanna stand up and do some stretches, maybe go used the bathroom, perhaps throw away those dirty tissues you just used.

Or don't.

I'm not your dad.

Under My Spell

Don't you know those stupid, scam stories you get in the spam folder of your email? The ones that say something along the lines of... 'Your rich uncle has left his big mansion in the Bahamas to you! Click here to claim!' Yeah, something like that? Well... that's kind of what was going on here...

Kinda...

Okay. Not really. Look, their uncle was... err... is kind of a... well... let's call a spade a spade; their uncle was a womanizer. It always seemed as if during every family get together, no matter what, be it a holiday, a reunion, or a funeral, he always had some new and different woman on his arm. It got so obnoxious that they were colloquially known as 'Carlton's Girlfriends'. Why bother learning their names when he's just gonna get a new one in a couple of weeks from now?

However...

What could not be denied about their uncle, was his seemingly boundless generosity. While he may not be faithful in the bedroom, he certainly was faithful to his own flesh and blood. Their father never had an ill thing to say about Carlton, and they didn't either. After all, why would you argue with the uncle who gave you and your sister a home?

A slightly rundown and disused home, one that needed a bit of work to be in a presentable state, but a home nonetheless! No apartments, and they didn't have to split the rent with some third party? For two girls going to college in the nearby city, this was a godsend! _Would the travel between home and campus be annoying? Yeah, but who cares when they're living at a home for _free?

Good old Uncle Carlton.

Now there were plenty of questions here to ask, valid questions too. The first being... why? Why would their Uncle Carlton give them this home to live in? Well, again, he just loved his family! Then how did he get this house? Well, that's where the whole 'rich uncle' thing comes into play. Uncle Conrad is a house flipper, someone who buys old, disused houses, fixes them up, and then sells them at a higher price.

And it was around the time that they were arriving at their new home, did the Woods sisters realize that their uncle's gift, was just an opportunity to gain some free, manual labor. Why pay contractors to fix up the house, when you can have your nieces do it for free? Unfortunately, the two sisters were both a bit too proud to admit this fact.

Hey, you don't become a skilled businessman without using some underhanded techniques.

Their car was a bulky little minivan, its backseat and trunk filled with various suitcases and luggage. Having driven aaaalllll the way from Sundown Bay down south, the sisters had finally arrived at their location: Gateway Lane in Emerald Hills, right outside the city of Document. And as this silver minivan pulled up into the neighborhood, a window rolled down.

“Huh... looks pretty... nice...” said a somewhat moody voice. If words could roll their eyes, that's exactly what she sounded like, even when she was being genuine.

“Well, you know Uncle Carlton! Nothing but the best for his family!” replied a more peppy girl at driver's seat. In opposition to the other, if words could emit sunshine and roses, that's what her voice sounded like.

The silver minivan drifted through Emerald Hills, where their laid various homes. It was a humble little community, one resting on the green hills outside of Document City, thus its apt name. None of the houses here appeared a hair out of place, and the people here seemed so friendly. Though, this silver minivan garnered quite a few curious gazes. Who was this new care driving through their neighborhood? Ah, and they were heading to the house once belonging to the Sarpongs.

The minivan drove up to this house, parking in its driveway. And after several moments, the doors to the van opened. Stepping out were two young women, two young canine beastkin, ones just on the cusp of adulthood. While high school days were long behind them, college was on the horizon for the both of them.

But, right, well, who were they? Who were these two sisters – these twins – that got out of the van? Why, they were the Woods sisters: Viola Woods, and Lute Woods. And while they may both be named after instruments (their parents were... _funny _like that), their personalities couldn't be any further apart from one another.

Let's start with the oldest: Viola Woods. She was the one driving the car, and the one who moved about with an excited pep in her step. She was a perky young dog, one with a brown coat, and these matching, beautiful brown eyes. Her black hair fell to her neck, and wavered about with every twist of her head. She was the kind of woman who always had a smile on her face, and now was no different, as her curled lips brought sunshine to those around her. Coupled with her cute and bubbling looks, and this young woman was sure to brighten anyone's day.

The same could not be said for the other dog beside her.

Lute Woods was her name, and she... well... she was a spunky little thing. A foot shorter than her older twin, she held this snarling, scowling visage on her face, like a gang member or a thug. Heh, maybe calling her a hooligan would be the best way to describe her. But a _cute _hooligan, no matter how much she tries to scare those around her. She was like her sister with her brown pelt, but that's where their similarities ended, for from her head did not spill black hair, but hair that was _aqua _in color. Spiky too! The way it pointed up was thanks to whatever hair tonic she used. Kinda cool, kinda cute as well, yet far different from her sister's more natural looks.

These differences extended to their choice of clothing. Viola – being bubbly and respectful – wore this shimmering yellow sundress, one that covered her from the chest down. The bodice of it curved well against her perky chest, her shoulders and arms were left to bear, and on her feet sat these brown boots. It matched her personality, being this ray of light to all those who would gaze upon her.

Lute was the complete opposite.

She wore this black shirt on her chest, something that wouldn't be out of place at a concert or a club. It barely came down to her navel, and it hugged close to her rather buster chest. On her legs were not pants or shorts, but this miniskirt, allowing her long legs to be seen in all of their splendor. But, hey, at least these sisters shared one article of clothing they liked, with that being the boots on their feet.

“C'mon, c'mon,” said Lute in an annoyed manner as she walked up to the front doors of their new home, “Let's see this dump of a place Uncle Carlton got for us. If he was behind it, it's probably breaking apart at the seams.”

“Don't say that!” Viola scolded as she joined her sister, “We have this home to ourselves! This is a dream come true, especially for you! We don't have Mom and Dad here to hound us all day!”

“Yeah, but I have _you _to hound me all day,” replied the aqua-haired dog with a roll of her eyes, “And that can be just as bad...” her eyes swept back to the front door, “So let's get into this place and see what's up. The sooner, the better.”

“Ugh... you're hopeless!”

Keys in hand, Viola opened the door, sending a click throughout the home. It was a simple, single-story home, one that was open and wide as its furniture had long since been removed. The same went for the kitchen, which was stocked with only the most basic of essentials, like a refrigerator, and a microwave. Aside from that, this home was theirs to do whatever it was they wanted to do with it. This house lacked many things, but they'd fill it out over the coming days.

“So... here it is,” Viola whispered as she walked inside, “I almost can't believe we're living outside of Mom and Dad's view. I just feel a little bit...” she looked over towards her sister, and shrugged her arms, “Like this isn't a dream, right? Because that's what it feels like. A dream.”

“Tch... you're too damn sappy,” Lute said as she nudged past her sister, “C'mon. Uncle Carlton said this was a four-bedroom home, right? Weeeeeeell... I call the master bedroom!”

“WHAT!? NO! YOU CAN'T!”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Before the two could start battling over who did and didn't get the master bedroom, they heard a series of knocks at the door. Confused, they looked at one another and raised an eyebrow, wondering if the other had already called over a friend or something. But, no, neither side did anything, and it's not like they had friends in Document City. Putting it lightly, no one should know they were here outside of family members.

“Who is that...?” Lute muttered.

“Must be a neighbor...” Viola replied with a shrug of her shoulders, “Let's go see who it is...”

“Guh! Nosy, nosy!” the younger twin groaned, her arms crossing beneath her chest, “What? Just cuz a couple of girls move next door, you have to go see who it is immediately? What the hell?”

“Oh, calm down, Lute! They're just being curious!” Viola scolded as she headed to the door.

Grabbing its knob, she didn't hesitate to twist and turn it, opening the door to reveal.

A man. A human man. And a tall one at that.

He was a young man, similar in age to the two sisters in fact. His hair was a golden-brown... spiky too. And his eyes... ah... they were some of the most beautiful pair of brown eyes they had ever seen. Eyes like his shined, even from a distance, but they were up close. And his body was lean and fit; a man who wasn't unused to manual labor.

With his cool and suave looks, the young man looked at the two Woods sisters, this affable smile on his lips. They stared back, mouth agape by this mysterious and handsome man who stood at their door way. For a few moments, no one said a word... and then the man's face bent into this more sheepish grin.

“I'm... sorry...?” he said, “I guess I came in a wrong time? You two look stunned.”

“Huh? What?” Viola replied, before her eyes widened, “Oh! Oh! R-right! S-sorry, Mister!” blushing, she stepped back, “You just came suddenly! My sister and I were taken off guard! Ummmm...” she placed her hand on her chest, “It's nice to meet you! I'm Viola, and this is my twin sister, Lute! Uh... we just moved in here!”

“Yeah, I noticed,” the man replied as he smiled at them and extended his hand, “It's nice to meet you, Viola and Lute. Welcome to the neighborhood! My name is Maxwell Phillips.”

“Thanks for coming over to see us!” said Viola as she shook his hand, “Hey, Lute! Why don't you come over and say hello!”

“Uh... s-sure...”

Hesitantly, the more dourer twin approached her sister and this man. Maxwell Phillips, that was his name, right? Coming to Viola's side, Lute looked up at this man, her head cocked in a quizzical and even untrustworthy manner. This man was smiling at them, radiating this kindness on his suave and admittedly attractive lip. It left Lute feeling a bit... odd around him. But she didn't hesitate to reach over and shake his hand.

“Yeah... the name's Lute,” she muttered, retaining this face of slight distrust. Maxwell wasn't bothered in the least bit.

“That's nice,” he said whilst pulling back, “Uh... just wanted to say the usual, like... welcome to the neighborhood! Emerald Hills is a really nice place, and the people here are all helpful. If you ever need any help with anything, don't be afraid to ask,” he then pointed to the left, “I live right next door so... I guess I'll be seeing you two a lot!”

“Heheheheheheheheh! Yeah!” Viola replied, this warm and demure blush appearing on her cheeks.

Lute looked at her sister, and eyebrow raised in a quizzical manner. What's with this face her sister was making? She seemed charmed by this guy! Sure, Maxwell was attractive, but he's no wolf or fox. He's just a human! Look, Lute's far from chaste, but humans just aren't her style... and nor were they Viola's; she's only dated other beastkin as well!

But despite having these thoughts, Lute merely shrugged them off. If her sister wanted to blush and flirt with their next-door neighbor, then so be it. So long as it didn't ruin their plans of moving into this house, then Viola could go and fuck this guy for all Lute cared! Speaking of...

“Hey, Viola,” said the aqua-haired twin as she poked her sister, “Let's hurry up, we're kinda busy, remember?”

“Oh... Oh! R-right!” Viola replied as she again blushed, this time from genuine embarrassment, “S-sorry, Mr. Phillips, but my sister's right! We just moved in, so we should really hurry up and start unpacking our things.”

“Right, right! Well... I'll just leave you two to it,” said Maxwell as he stepped back, that affable smile on his face still holding strong, “And, remember, if you two need any help,” his eyes swept to Lute, “Don't be afraid to ask it. I'm just a stone's throw away!”

“Oh... hehehe... we will,” Viola replied in a slightly suggestive tone. She was even twirling some hair around her finger!

Good grief!

Lute tossed up her hands and rolled her eyes, annoyed at her sister's shameless display. Seriously, if this was Viola's attempt at flirting, then Lute wondered how her sister was able to get all of her boyfriends. Then she remembered that, oh yeah, boys are kinda horny idiots, and Viola is cute, so it was probably easy.

But...

Before Viola could close the door, Lute looked over her shoulder, facing Maxwell one last time. He was still smiling at them, giving this kind look that had the elder twin enamored, while the younger twin felt trepidation. Why is that?

Again, Lute tried to shrug it off as nothing but her imagination getting away from her. But when she looked at Maxwell one last time, she swore she saw him... grin? But Viola closed the door on him.

Whump!

“Well... he certainly was kind!” the elder twin remarked, “Aaaah... I'm so happy the neighbors here are so sweet... not to mention...”

“What? Attractive? Considering all those goo-goo eyes you were shooting him.”

“Shut up, Lute! Aaaah! C'mon... let's get to work.”

…

For the next several days, the Woods sisters went about fixing up their new home. It was the start of Summer, so college classes weren't going to be starting for a few months now. That was good; it gave Viola and Lute time to get used to their new homestead, learning of all its little nooks and crannies. It was all empty of course, lacking life, but they'd deal with that over the coming days.

Little by little, their things were starting to fill out the house, with luggage and clothes strewn about the place haphazardly, usually Lute's things. Among them were plenty of boxes; furniture pieces given by their parents to help bring life to their new abode. So, yes, they were fortunate enough to have a couch and TV, among random other items.

And, no, _neither _sister were getting the master bedroom.

Still, the house was mostly unfurnished, meaning there was a lot of open space for the two to move around in. Despite that, Lute spent most of her time – if not _all _of her time – lazing around on the couch in front of the TV. Viola, being the busy body, constantly darted around from one end of their new home to the other, learning about its many bungalows, much to the chagrin of her sister.

“What... are you doing...?” muttered Lute as she looked over the spine of her couch towards her rushing sister.

“What does it look like I'm doing? I'm exploring,” Viola answered, making her sister roll her eyes.

“Exploring? Viola, you've been exploring since we got here,” the aqua-haired dog remarked, “Nothing been out of the ordinary yet, has it? Running around the house isn't going to reveal a fucking slasher villain or something... fuck...” she sank into the couch, “Why don't you just stop running around and calm down?”

“You're saying that to me?” Viola replied as she hopped over the side of the couch and landed near her sister, “You've been just sitting here all week long! You're either on this couch, or sleeping in bed! I mean... jeeze! You haven't even explored the neighborhood outside of the first time!”

“I saw everything I needed to see,” Lute replied in an offhanded manner, “The streets are mostly clean, the people here all have that fake-ass smile, its park is whatever, and it has a hedge maze...” she shrugged her shoulders, “Whoopity-freaking-do.”

“Ugh! You're so cruel! Look, Lute...” brazenly, she wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulder, pulling her in close, “We're in a new place! With all of these new people around and everything! It's just you and me now! No Mom, no Dad, and not even Uncle Carlton despite him giving us this house! We should really get used to this place, because this is our home at least until we graduate college! Which may be in another four years!”

“Ugggghh... _don't _remind me,” Lute groaned, “Just you and me staying in this house... tch! Maybe I should've just lived in an apartment! I don't care how expensive it is; it would've been better than being stuck with you for four years straight!”

“Don't say that!” Viola replied, “We've been together since the beginning! Literally since birth! This is nothing new to us! Now stop being so grumpy! The people here are so nice! Like Mrs. Salem and her family! Ah, you should really head over there; her wife creates the _best _pies! Or what about--”

“Maxwell...”

“M... Maxwell?”

“Yeah, what about Maxwell?” Lute replied, a saucy grin appearing on her lips, “What about Maxwell, Viola? Don't think I forgot about all that flirting you were doing earlier when he first introduced himself!”

“Wh-what? Me? Flirting?” she pulled back, her head shaking as her face grew sheepish, “I wasn't flirting in the least bit! Mr. Phillips was just being a kind guy, that's all! And you shouldn't speak ill of him! He offered to help us out if we ever need it! That's so thoughtful of him... so helpful... so... kind...”

“Tch... I'll say...”

With a dismissive roll of her eyes, Lute glanced out towards the window of their home. Right outside and across the lawn, was Maxwell's house. It was shared a similar style to their house, though his was larger vertically, while theirs was larger laterally. It also had a very clean, spotless lawn, one that was currently being tended to.

Through the walls of their home, they could hear the sound of a lawnmower cutting through grass. It wasn't coming from anywhere but _his _lawn. And on a hot summer day, well...

Was it any surprise that Maxwell was shirtless?

He cut through the lawn in nothing but jeans and a hat on his head, sweat dripping down his pristine body. It was already clear before that Maxwell had a fit and lean frame, but now that body was on full display. His powerful physique was sculpted by years of training, and as sweat streaked down his body, it glistened in the light of the summer sun.

For a few moments too long, both Viola and Lute watched as Maxwell tended to his lawn, with neither noticing what the other sibling was doing. He was focused on the grass before him, but they were focused on his body, watching him move.

Like, damn, they aren't attracted to humans... right? Then why were both sisters looking at this man like he was some sort of Adonis? Like, Lute's dated wolves before! Big, burly wolves! Ones who could easily step on Maxwell! But right now, she and Viola were watching him cut grass with unflinching eyes.

They did so for what felt like an eternity, not looking away up until Maxwell stopped cutting his grass. And that was, what, ten minutes later? So, they sat there watching him cut grass without saying a word for ten whole minutes?

Well... they are twins!

Fortunately, whatever spell he had them under was broken when he took his lawnmower to his backyard, and vanished from view. It caused both sisters to look away, stare at each other, blush, and then look away again.

“Well... um... I... uh... haaah...” Viola stood up from the couch and faced the door, “I... I gotta go get dinner for us, soooo...” she started heading for the door, “Do you want anything while I'm out, Lute?”

“Umm... n-no... I'm fine,” replied the aqua-haired dog as she crossed her arms, “Just get what you usually do...”

“Uh-huh.”

Lute was no fool. She knew that Viola felt awkward after what they'd done, and was only leaving the house to clear her head. In all honesty, she didn't blame her twin. Like, what the hell was that? Why were they both drinking in Maxwell like he was a tall cup of water? Were they that horny or something?

As Viola left their home, Lute thought about heading into her room and grabbing her toys. But instead, her eyes looked over, again staring across the street towards Maxwell's home. For a few moments she jumbled in her head what she should do... ultimately deciding on something that only she could do.

A grin appeared on her lips.

…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Damn! What the hell was she doing? Why was she doing this? She should be lazing about at home like usual! Why was she over here then, knocking on his door? What? Was she an idiot? Was she horny? Was she that much of a horny idiot?

The answer is 'yes', apparently.

Lute pulled her hand back, a red blush of slight embarrassment plastered on her face. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and really, she felt stupid for even coming all the way over here in the first place. But, dammit, she was here now; there was no going back. She wasn't going to ding-dong-ditch him like she was some prankster boy!

Arms crossed beneath her bosom, Lute shifted from one foot to the other in a gesture of uncertainty. A part of her hoped her knocking would go by unanswered, and she could slip back home without anyone noticing. Maybe he was doing some random task and couldn't hear her knock on his door, or maybe in the short time between Viola leaving and her coming over, he hopped into the car and drove off somewhere else.

Yeah... she highly doubted that.

Cli-click!

Well, it was too late now; the doorknob was turning.

Lute stiffened up, watching as the door opened before her. It was slow, almost teasing her... taunting her. In fact, all of reality seemed to slow down in this very moment, as the dour dog clinched her arms even tighter. She was juuuuuuuust about to say a word – say anything – but it all was stolen out of her lips when she saw... him.

Maxwell stood before her, wearing nothing... but a towel round his waist. Water dripped down his body, highlighting his muscles and definition. It was similar to what she and Viola saw earlier when he was cutting grass, only now Lute was getting a front row seat to his body. Incidentally, it caused her mouth to gape.

He had just gotten done taking a shower, she could tell that. His body smelled of soaps, his spiky brown hair was now stringy and wet, and steam wafted around his form. It all made him appear even more like a glorious god than he had been before.

“Lute...?” he said as he cocked his head at her, “Is... something wrong?”

Yes, yes, something was most definitely wrong! Why was she so damn _attracted _to him? She shouldn't be! No matter how tall and handsome and suave he looks. She was attracted to beastkin, dammit! Not humans like him!

So why was she here? Why was she getting so hot and bothered beneath her fur? Why couldn't she bring her eyes away from him? Again, was she really that much of a horny idiot?

Yes. Yes she was. So you know what? Fuck it.

Now, look, Lute's no prude in anyway. Of the Woods sisters, she was easily the most... testing when it came to their parents' patience. Viola was the sweet and innocent sister, the one who was infinitely reliable, no matter what was put in front of her. She was the kind of dog who could gain the trust of anyone on first meeting alone.

Lute was _not _that. The aqua-haired dog was far more temperamental, far more abrasive. She was the kind of person to punch you if you so much as looked at her funny, an action that had gotten her in trouble more often than not. She very much wore her emotions on her face, and was never afraid to let others know exactly what she felt, even when she was unsure of what she was feeling herself.

So right now, in this situation, standing before Maxwell, only one thing came to her lips.

“So hey... you wanna fuck?”

She asked without an ounce of hesitance in her voice. While she may have been apprehensive before, the moment those words left her lips, a sense of brashness surged through her. Yes, somehow, in some way, she felt like she was in her element. And now that she was, she further proved how assertive she can be by grabbing her shirt and shorts, pulling them aside at the same time. Naughty girl... she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

There before Maxwell's eyes was Lute's semi-nude body. Such a busty a chest. Compared to her twin, the aqua-haired dog had breasts that were larger as oppose to perky. Shapely too, they were covered in brown fur, while her pink nipples stood tall from the center of them.

Down below and exposed as well, was Lute's pussy. Slick and pink, her honey oozed down her thighs, showing how surprisingly aroused she was in such a short amount of time. And as she exposed both her chest and her cunt to this man before her, an annoyed and even frustrated frown sat on her lips. Lute hated this. She hated how _turned _on she was!

And Maxwell? Well... he certainly was surprised... for all of a few moments.

“You should... come inside...”

She didn't even respond, instead stepping inside as he closed the door behind her.

…

His lips...

His lips tasted so good.

The world was a bit of a blur for Lute as she and Maxwell shared a kiss. She didn't really pay attention to his home as she was ushered towards his bedroom, focused more on the taste of his lips against her lips. Hungry moans and groans left the two, as his wet and naked body pressed up to hers. Before she knew it...

Whump...

She was laying in his bed, her eyes wide as she looked up at the ceiling.

Like, what the hell? How did she get here? Why was her body radiating with fire? She should be at home watching TV, or fuck, fingering herself! She shouldn't be making out with her neighbor!

But she was. She was right here in his bedroom, leaning up on his mattress as he stood there before her. Maxwell was kind and affable. Even though she and Viola had only been living here for a few days, their neighbor had proven himself a helpful man if they ever need any aid. But now, there was this hunger in his brown eyes as they traced along her body.

The sunlight struck Lute in such a way that it showed a healthy glow. Her legs were on full display thanks to her shorts, and that added light made them look even more splendorous, more glorious. He wished to run his hands up and down her smooth fur, and kiss upon her luscious neck. And her breasts! He wanted to squeeze on them as well, as they seemed to beg for his touch with every bounce they took.

“Heh... alright...” said Maxwell as he gave a nod, “Get on your hands and knees... and pull down your shorts.”

Lute was taken aback by how forthcoming he was. He just... casually ordered her? Like, this was the same man who was always so kind to her and her sister, right? But now there was this sternness in his voice, one that felt bewildering. He just ordered her to pull down her shorts and get on all fours, like a damn dog. But it was also an order that she couldn't deny. It sent ruffles down Lute's spine, and she took in a deep breath.

Growling at Maxwell, she opened her mouth to shout out an obscene word... but she didn't. Instead, she looked away and gritted her teeth, while her mind – and her gaze – traveled towards his cock. Right there beneath his towel, there was a prominent and sizable bulge right at his crotch. Lute could just imagine that length filling up her mouth. But with his order in her mind, it was clear he was looking to fill up another hole in her body. And she was waiting for it.

But she still acted abrasive. It showed on her face and in the grunts and growls she gave. Nevertheless, Lute turned around, her hands moving down to her waist. Fiddling with the buttons of her shorts, she zipped the tight garment down her thigh and sighed. This was so humiliating; obeying his commands without so much as a bark. She felt like a slut! Well... more of a slut than she usually was, that is.

Biting her bottom lip, Lute worked her shorts down her lovely, lovely ass. Maxwell watched as her butt slipped out of her shorts, unveiling her pink pussy and twitching asshole in full to him. She even kept her tail up, hiding nothing from his eyes. And yet, the aqua-haired dog looked over her shoulder towards the man behind her, and gave him an abrasive snarl.

“Is this to your liking?” she asked in a sarcastic manner, making him chuckle.

“Almost... but you're not there yet. You know what to do next,” he replied with equal sass.

Lute growled again, finding his words to be so incredibly annoying. Continuing with his humiliating orders, she got upon her hands and knees, her ass raised in the air for his pleasure. Looking over her shoulder towards him again, she gave her butt a light jostle, drawing him in even more. Why she had done such a thing, Lute will never know.

Or perhaps, she'll never _admit _to knowing.

Shhhh...!

That sound! That was the sound of Maxwell's towel falling from his waist! It shook Lute to her core, and her face softened from its crude display. Cheeks turning red and expression this demure visage, the canine watched as his cock came out to play. His... long, thick cock... with those veins... and that round head... and of course, those hefty balls. This was the first time she had seen a human's penis. Its form was full, and it caused her pussy to give a rather energetic twitch.

“My, my,” said Maxwell as he approached her from behind, “From how hot your pussy looks, you must have been waiting for this to happen!”

“W-what!? Go to hell!” Lute shouted back, which only made him chuckle, “I-if there was a wolf around here, I'd be fucking him instead, just so ya'know!”

“Uh-huh... sure,” he replied in a teasing manner, again making her groan.

These groans of frustration quickly melted into groans of lust however, as she felt the tender touch of Maxwell's hand upon her butt. The action was gentle, which took her off guard. With how he had been sounding, she expected a harsh slap, somewhat akin to a spanking. Why did thinking about a spanking cause her to shake even more?

Lute could hear Maxwell chuckling as his hand began to trail along her butt. His fingers sank into her large and plush ass, giving taunting squeezes which coaxed whimpering moans from her snarky lips. Such a lewd body. Her pussy was dripping, sopping wet, almost as if his touch had ignited her arousal in a matter of seconds. Her ass was even twitching, lusting for a touch of any sort as his thumb slide across it.

“Ahhaaaaaah!” she moaned, making Maxwell chuckle. Those sounds quickly made her growl, “Gnngh! Sh-shut up!”

He said nothing, instead finding her attempts to stay in control to be rather cute. Bringing his eyes back down upon her body, he rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner. Meanwhile, Lute came to terms with her situation some more. Her fingers sank into his mattress, and so too her knees. Looking over her shoulder yet again, she watched as Maxwell sized her up like a piece of fine meat.

Fuck him! Fuck him and how his coyness made her feel! Fuck him for making this be such a damn turn on!

Finally, Maxwell began to move again. His cock pressed to her cunt, causing her to moan and buck unconsciously. Usually, a fair bit of foreplay would need to be in play for her to be this wet. Right now, he could thrust inside with all his force, and it would probably go easily.

In fact...

THWAP!

“Ngh!”

“YEEEAAAHHAAAA-HAAAAH!?”

Lute threw her head back as she was suddenly filled to the brim with inch after inch of pure cock. The way it slid into her pussy, surrounded by her soft, more core, was a feeling unlike any other. The aqua-haired dog felt full, as if she had gotten something to eat; Maxwell's cock was just that thick. The way it throbbed and pulsed inside of her only increased the feeling tenfold, causing her to gasp and groan on his length.

Looking over her shoulder once again, Lute gazed upon Maxwell's face. As she suspected, he was just as coy and as cool as he had been. This grin laid on his lips, and this glint was in his brown eyes. Meanwhile, she was a submissive mess, laying on his cock and merely awaiting his next move. She wasn't in control of the situation; it was all him. How annoying, how obnoxious...

PAT!

“Ah-ha!?”

The sudden thrust took her off guard, and made her hair bounce. Looking forward, Lute's eyes fell on the window in Maxwell's room. When she looked beyond it, her eyes fell upon her home next door. Even though Viola was long gone, the aqua-haired dog could perfectly envision her sister, walking through the halls without a care in the world. All the while, she was getting fucked by their next-door neighbor.

Maxwell began to move at a controlled pace, pounding his cock in and out of Lute's pussy. With each pound, she gave a hard moan and groan, feeling on a finite level as his cock slid in and out of her. Her cunt hungrily squeezed around his length for all it was worth, trying to squeeze out the very essence of his balls. Hands on her hips, Maxwell squeezed them, locking her in place while he guided her on and off of his cock. All the while as he fucked her, he remained so coy, though a smug, cocky smirk appeared on his lips.

“How's it goin', Lute?” he asked in a casual manner.

“G-G-Go to hell!” he replied, before a sudden thrust made her back curl like a snake, “AAAAHHH!?”

It felt so good! She couldn't deny it anymore! It reminded her of past lovers! No, this was even better! They simply did not compare to the feeling of being penetrated by Maxwell's length! Having it go in and out, in and out, in and out; Lute was losing her mind from the feeling of it all! Drool even started to slide from her lips, streaking down here chin, and eventually falling off to hit the bed.

SMACK!

“Aaaah! Fuck yeah!” Lute cried out in an involuntary manner, only to realize she gave him an audible confirmation of her enjoyment of this all.

She tried to cover her mouth, but instead bit her bottom lip. He heard it, and there was no changing that. It was as if that one smack to her ass was a switch which made her into his personal plaything. Growling with realization, she nevertheless dropped her head, allowing him to thrust in and out of her, over and over and over again. The pounding grew stronger, sending shockwaves throughout her body, which struck not only her hair, but her chest. With each pound, her breasts bounced, and her ass clapped against his flat waist. How strong were these pounds? The sound alone was enough to rumble through her ears, over and over and over and over again, like the pounding of a drum!

“So, how does it feel?” asked Maxwell in his casual tone, “Enjoyin it?”

“Nnngghhhh!!! Aaaaah! F-fuuuuck!”

“Go ahead, admit it; you like this.”

“No! No! I-I can't! I can't!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

She didn't respond, instead laying her head low as she bit her bottom lip. Feeling that glorious cock rush inside of her body, Lute was incapable of denying him. Regardless, she wasn't about to let him have the pleasure of hearing her admit her enjoyment!

Not unless...

“If you don't answer me, then I'll stop,” Maxwell threatened, making Lute's eyes grow wide.

“Aaaaaahh! Sh-shit!” she groaned as she placed her head into his mattress, “Yes! Yes! Damn you, yes! I... I'm enjoying this!” PAT! “AAAAHHAAAAHHAAAAA!?”

Maxwell began to thrust his cock inside of her at a quicker, stronger pace now. Over and over again, now with reckless abandon. Lute too started to lose herself in the pleasure, no longer caring that they were fucking, or even _where _they were fucking. They could be fucking out on his lawn where anyone could see her; she didn't give a damn! That cock pounding in and out of her pussy felt so good, it made her feel like she was melting on his dick! Feeling it pulse, feeling it throb, feeling it _leak _inside of her...

Wait... leak?

He was about to cum, wasn't he!? Knowledge about this made Lute grow fearful. She even rubbed her stomach in anticipation! There was nothing she wanted to experience more than the warmth of hot cum being pumped inside of her pussy. To fill her up to her womb, and even beyond!

Why was she even thinking like this? She still had college to look forward to! If she allowed him to knock her up, then what will she do? Just rely on Viola all day? She couldn't allow this to happen!

“Nnnngghhh! M-Maxwell!” she yelled, “Please... aaaaaah!?” P-please!”

Would he actually go through with it and cum inside of her? Lute couldn't stop him if he wished to do so, and merely laid her head down in acceptance. Whether or not he wanted to do so or not, that was up to him to decide.

Harder. He suddenly picked up the pace. Harder. Lute's eyes grew wide as she bounced on his hard cock from the thrust after thrust. They all served to do one thing; free her mind of the fear of his seed. Instead, she pulled her head back, and allowed a smile to form on her lips. Drooling like, heh, well, drooling like a dog, Lute squeezed her legs together in some vein attempt to stop her loins from flourishing. It didn't work, as the very next second...

“HGGGNGNNN!!!”

Clear juices shot from her pussy, squirting hard around his length and on the bed beneath them. Her mouth wide and tongue hanging from her lips, Lute let her half-closed eyes roll to the back of her skull as she was overwhelmed by such an amazing release. Then her body grew tense... and she fell off of his cock with an audible 'SHLUCK!' noise echoing out. Falling face first into his mattress, the hound struggled for a moment to push herself against it, but her arms were far too weak. Instead, she worked her gaze over, staring back to the man behind her as her tired groans filled the air.

Right, right; he had no yet cum, had he? Gazing down, Lute's eyes fell upon Maxwell's turgid cock. It was wet, drenched in her pussy juices, and this heated steam hovered around it. Smelling of sweat, cock, and her own pussy, it tickled her nose and made it dance.

Reaching down, Maxweill placed his hands upon her hips, causing Lute to give a yip. Said yip steadily melted into a low moan as she lustfully bit her bottom lip. His hands were so strong; that grip was impossible to escape from. Then his fingers traveled down to her cunt, pressing against her labia, where he hooked his thumb inside and pried them apart. So tight, so pink, despite the fact he just got done thoroughly pounding it. Lute grinned lustfully as his finger poked inside; it was like a taunting for what was to come.

“Give it to me...” she whispered.

Maxwell was quick to oblige.

PAT!

“AH!?”

Maxwell's cock easily glided into her pussy, claiming every inch of it as his own. Lute felt so full as his cock laid within her. Like before, it took the aqua-haired dog a few seconds to recoil from the initial thrust. But after her body grew relaxed and used to that length in her cunt, her fingers ground against the mattress beneath her.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Maxwell began to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy at a steady and strong pace, making her ass slap against his waist. The sound of her clapping ass was sent out against this bedroom, while waves of power ran through every inch of her body. Squeezing and suckling around his cock, Lute's cunt grew as tight as a vice, while still being so accepting. Now more than ever, she wanted his length to delve as deep inside of her as it could.

And Maxwell obliged. Reaching deeper and deeper, he caused lute's eyes to widen as she gave grunts from her lips. His cock was so strong and long; it was touching areas she didn't think were possible! Scraping along her aching pussy, his rock-hard cock brought even more pleasure as he pulled back and slammed in.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ayeee!” Lute moaned, her voice reaching a higher and higher pitch, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oooohooooh! Maaaaxxweeeeeeelll!!!”

Eyes rolling to the back of her skull, Lute allowed drool to shamelessly hang from her lips. It felt so good; Maxwell was so rough with her aching body. His powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure over every inch of her form, making it quiver and quake. If she didn't remain strong, he'd probably break her this time!

It was such a hot thought, that she _wanted _it to happen. To be broken, to be shattered, to be taught a lesson, it would seem.

Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she shouted, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Guh!”

She felt it coming; her overpowering orgasm. Again? Yes, again! Her pussy just couldn't take it anymore, and now could she! Maxwell's thrusting was so strong, it caused her large breasts to smack furiously against her chin! Sharp nipples cut through the air, as with each thrust, her tits gave a slutty bounce.

“Fuck! M-Maxwell!” she cried, “I can't! I can't! Oooh! Oh! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AAAHHHH!!! AAAAAGGAAAAHHAAAAA!!!”

Lute jerked forward as – for the second time – she began cumming harder than she'd ever had in her entire life. The orgasm was so strong, she shot her clear juices all on the bed beneath them.

But... Maxwell wasn't done.

He said nothing as he moved in, now putting on an arduously _slow _pace. Each thrust was fast on the penetration, but so slow on the pull back, taking Lute aback. Her moans were loud, mixing with her winces as his cock pushed in and out of her, over and over again. Laying her head against the mattress, her eyes closed shut as so much pleasure was given to her. She could feel the heated, throbbing, tightening feel of his cock, quaking inside of her tight pussy. It was coming, and it was coming soon! That creamy sustenance that she was agonizing about!

Looking up, Lute found herself lost in a haze. She couldn't hold back anymore; he was such an amazing lover. No other would ever compare. Especially not after...

“Nngh!”

“Mmmm!?”

He came inside of her. Maxwell was cumming _inside _of her!

Lute looked up to the ceiling above as her cunt was filled with his hot, steamy, white cum. Spunk coated every inch of her pussy, and even began to leak out as it began to brim from the entrance. How much was he tanking inside of her? Ya'know what? She didn't care.

“Oooooooh... fuck...” Lute moaned as Maxwell pulled his length from her pussy, freeing some of his cum, and allowing it to streak down her thighs and his length.

He actually did it. He actually came inside of her. Lute could feel it fill her womb to the absolute brim. He actually fucking did it.

Her mind was rushing with a myriad of thoughts, mixing between sheaer pleasure and confusion. Like, what the hell came over her? Why did she want it so damn bad? She should have better self-control than this! She _usually _had better control than this! But for some reason, Maxwell seemed to take hold over her in a way no one else has ever done.

Pat...

And he wasn't yet done.

Tensing up, Lute looked over her shoulder, her gaze falling on Maxwell's cum-covered cock. It still stood tall between his legs, despite the fact that he'd just came. Tensing up, Lute shivered slightly as she realized how trapped she was. Even if she wanted to say something, no words ever left her lips. Not with Maxwell's hand on her hip and butt, gently stroking her, guiding her ass to raise back up, as his cock pressed up to her--

“Ass? M-my ass...?”

Lute's eyes widened; he was gonna fuck her ass? Biting into her bottom lip, Lute felt apprehensive towards such a thing, but again, she never said anything to stop him.

Drawing his gaze down, Maxwell drank in Lute's beautiful figure. Despite having fucked her twice by now, the lovely image of her sexy backside was undeniable. He looked down her slender back towards that plump ass, marveling at how luscious and juicy it was. He just couldn't help but to...

SMACK!

“Ah! F-fuck!”

Lute's ass was right there, ripe for the taking. Grabbing her left butt cheek, Maxwell pulled on it so that her ass would gape eeeever so slightly. Then he grabbed his cock by the base, lining his dick up with her tight anus. With nothing but a grin on his lips, Maxwell moved in slowly and...

“Aaaaahhhaaaaaaa! Nnnggghh! F-fuuuuck!”

He groaned too, feeling his cock steadily push its way into her tight ass. Naturally, Lute clinched up, but he seemingly didn't care. Pushing even harder, Maxwell worked her anus open around his dick, while the dour dog moaned and groaned beneath him.

“Nnngghh! Haaaah! Ooooooh! Fuck! Fuck! Nnnghh!” Lute groaned.

“Haaaaaa... so tight...” Maxwell replied.

The deeper and deeper he pushed, the tighter and tighter and tighter she became. Lute's senses were in overdrive, struggling to maintain herself through all the pain and the pleasure. There was something so exciting about this, about getting fucked in the ass, that it helped numb the pain of having it happen. All the way up until he finally... stopped.

“Guh! Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!”

Lute fell as all the tension she felt suddenly left her. Panting and groaning, she swallowed her spit, and then looked over her shoulder. She almost couldn't believe it. In fact, she _couldn't _believe it! This was just too insane! Here it was; Maxwell's dick was buried deep into her ass!

And he this was only the beginning.

Plap!

“Gack!?”

Almost as if he were fucking her pussy, Maxwell began to thrust his cock into Lute's ass. Her eyes swirled about as she was losing her anal virginity in such a vicious manner, almost as if he didn't give a damn about her or her body! No, he was treating her like she was nothing more than a sex toy for his own devious enjoyment.

Fuck! That made her feel so damn good!

“Yes! Fuck! Aaaah! Oooooh...! H-harder! Harder!”

In and out, his burly dick slammed into her asshole, steadily working it open with each and every thrust. Maxwell's hands laid on her ass, pulling her back on his cock whenever he pushed forward, making escape impossible for her.

Her eyes rolling back as her ass was fucked raw, Lute could feel herself reaching her breaking point! All of this sex today was pushing her well beyond the bring of insanity, and Maxwell was aware of it. Now... was the time to strike!

And so he struck! He struck so long... and hard... and thoroughly!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!! AAAAHHH!!!”

Big... big... too fucking big! His dick pounded at her ass with relentless aggression, sending quake after quake through her body. She could feel it... she could feel it! His dick was again expanding within her ass! This was it; after this, she couldn't take it anymore! Just... a few... more... pumps... and...

SPLURRRT!!!

“AAAAHH-HAAAAAH!”

Lute's roar filled Maxwell's bedroom. Deep down in her ass, he unleashed a bomb of jizz that completely filled her anus out; wall to wall. For as loud as she was before, the aqua-haired dog heard her cry shift into a quivering moan, right up until she fell face-first into his mattress.

Just... damn... how many times has that happened so far?

Her body quivering, Maxwell pulled out of Lute's anus, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. That... felt good. Felt better than good; it felt amazing! So much cum, all burning in her ass... aaah...

A smile of pure elation spread out on Lute's lips, while Maxwell sat on the edge of his bed. Briefly, he marveled at his handiwork, while the dog continued to twitch and buck beneath him.

“So... how was that?” he asked with a grin.

“Nngh... it was... fucking great...” she replied.

…

“Ayieie... why is this place so... big?”

They reeeaaaallly _should have spent a day or two exploring around Document City. Yes, it was a large place, one filled with many buildings and places and bungalows, and while that would be difficult to get around, it would be nice to know significant places. Ya'know, like hospitals just in case, the mall, the parks (of which there were _plenty), and – in this case – the supermarkets.

This place was called, what, Greenway Supermarket? Never heard of it. Must have been a northern thing; there was nothing like this back home in Sundown Bay.

Pushing her cart down the lanes, Viola watched as row after row of items moved past her. She was alone of course, with Lute staying home. Her sardonic twin was never the kind of person to help in any menial task, so why would grocery shopping be any different? Sure, she'd make demands for things like sweets and chips, but never anything important, like, ya'know, actual food. So, with them having moved to this new home, it was naturally up to Viola to shop for their meals. Hopefully, her sister would learn the importance of grocery shopping, and actually taking care of one's self now that they were away from their parents.

But, again, that's only 'hopefully'.

Now, look, Viola didn't mean to think poorly of her sister. Quite the opposite; she thought highly of her sister, which was why she found Lute's laziness to be so frustrating! Her twin seemed barely motivated to do anything. Even going to college was more of a formality forced upon them by their parents, as oppose to something she genuinely wanted to do.

But the fact that Lute got accepted into this college outside of Document City, was enough of an indication that she was brilliant. She wouldn't have been able to get into such a place without being smart. And while Lute may look dumb, she most certainly is not.

But, again, the only person who seemed to not know this was Lute herself. She just _didn't _want to try. She just didn't care.

Huh...

Clank!

“Oops! Pardon me!”

“Ah!? S-sorry! Wait... Mr. Phillips?”

Viola pulled back. Before her was Maxwell, he too shopping it would seem. An affable smile sat on his lips, and his cart was filled to the brim with various groceries. Seeing him here drew a blush to Viola's cheeks, one that only increased as she continued reading his gentle expression.

“Oh... sorry, Mr. Phillips,” Viola apologized again, “I didn't see you there. I was just... hah... in my own little world.”

“It's okay! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either,” Maxwell replied with a hapless smile, “Good thing we weren't driving our cars, or else this would be really problematic! Heh heh!”

His voice and smile, made Viola further smile and blush. There was something about Maxwell that was so sweet. He was so kind to her and her sister, always willing to lend a helping hand as the two acclimated to living in Document City. And while everyone in Emerald Hills were accommodating to the Woods twins, she appreciated his aid most of all. Why?

Well... Viola – for as humble as she can be – is no prude. She found Maxwell _very _attractive. Which was odd, because she's never been attracted to humans before. Even now, she found it difficult for her to look him in the eye without feeling her knees buckle. She blamed it on his smile; it was so damn infectious.

And, yes, she could still imagine his body when he was cutting grass the other day. Again, she's no prude.

“You know... you haven't told me yet why you and your sister moved into that house of yours,” said Maxwell, snapping Viola back into reality, “If you don't mind me asking... what's going on? What? Got into a fight with your parents?”

“No, that's not what happened,” the black-haired dog replied as she shook her head, “My sister and I are just going to college. But that house is one our uncle owns. He's letting us stay there, so long as we keep it cleaned and fixed up during our stay.”

“Wow... wish I had an uncle that generous!” Maxwell replied with a laugh, “Getting to stay alone in a house without payment, and all I gotta do is keep it fixed up? That's a steal! Hah hah!”

“Say... what do you do?” asked Viola as she cocked her head, “What kind of job do you have? It must pay good for you to stay in that house of yours all alone. What? Are you, like, the manager of some big company or something?”

“Who? Me?” Maxwell said, “Uh... well... not exactly... um... how about this...?” he leaned in, his lips dancing near her ears, “Secretly, I'm the son of a very powerful _crime boss. '_Maxwell Phillips', isn't even my real name!”

Pulling back, Viola looked at him with a face of complete shock, while he looked back with this mirthful smile on his face. For a few moments, the two did nothing... before Viola's face cracked, and she began to laugh. Maxwell laughed too, and the two stood there for a few moments laughing aloud.

“That's a funny joke, Mr. Phillips!” said the dog, “You? A crime boss' son? You're too kind to be a part of any crime family!”

“Hah hah! Whaaat? You really think that? I mean... haven't you watched movies? Crime bosses are always kind!” he replied.

“Okay, okay! If you don't want to tell me what you do, then you don't have to, Mr. Phillips. Just don't joke about things like that!”

“Aaaah... okay... since you asked so kindly, and you're so cute,” he said, making Viola flinch.

“C-cute...? Me...? Ah... heh... th-thanks,” she whilst blushing.

“And, please, don't call me 'Mr. Phillips'. That's _way _too formal for my liking. Just call me Maxwell. Your sister doesn't mind. Hell, if you'd like...” he looked into her brown eyes, “You could call me something like... Maxie...”

“M... Maxie...?”

“Yeah... give it a try? Just call me... Maxie.”

“Um... uh... o... okay...”

Blushing, Viola stammered in place as she looked Maxwell in the eyes. His expression had shifted, but it was ever so slight. He was smiling, yes, but in his brown eyes there was this glow, and his once kind smile had shifted into something more... alluring... suave... seductive. Seeing it made Viola blush and look down, before she closed her eyes.

“Okay. Um... I'll just go and say--”

…

“MAXIE! MAXIE MAXIE MAXIE! MAAAAXXIIIEEE!!!”

PATPATPATPATPATPAT!

Never. Never never never! Never had she been so _wet _before!

The night sky peppered the heavens, the silver moon resting within, all while Emerald Hills was sleepy and silent. But here in this house – the house belonging to Maxwell Phillips – a certain dog with black hair was currently getting fucked on his bed. And it was hard.

Slender and graceful. Those were the words one would use to describe Viola's body. Unlike her younger twin, who was shorter and thiccer in certain areas, the elder twin's body was sleek and tall. She was always the more athletic of the two, always more willing to participate in workout regiments and routines. She was no tomboy mind you, but her body had this toned physicality to it. Her arms were smooth and strong, her hips and thighs were wide and tone, and her midsection was narrow. For such a cute dog, this kind of body was shocking... and alluring.

Viola was almost always wearing some sort of sundress or such, making it difficult to see her body beneath her. But now this body was on full display... among other things.

Resting on her back, the black-haired dog let out cries of ecstasy as Maxwell's throbbing length pushed into her tight cunt. His hips were like a machine, driving his dick in and out of pussy with the same power and precision of a piston. Mighty impact after mighty impact, sent quivers through her body, causing Viola's long hair to fly, and her perky breasts to bounce.

Again, another difference he was learning between the twins. Lute's thicker body had so much flesh to make quiver and dance. Viola's meanwhile, was far more taut and tight. Not to say it was less impressive however. Noooo, it was just different. Like how... a thick milkshake is different from a slim one.

Both are oh, so, good.

Sliick!

“Guh!?”

Without warning, Maxwell pulled his dick from Viola's cunt, causing her to jolt and groan with need and desire. Her mind was on the fritz; blitzing with a myriad of thoughts which all came back to pleasure. In that brief moment of time, thoughts came to her head, making her realize just how insane this all was. How did she even get here? One moment she was talking to Maxwell in the supermarket, the next moment they were in his home? When did this all happen?

His eyes... it was his damn eyes...!

They glowed in the dim light of his bedroom, making Viola stiffen in place. Then her eyes traveled down, falling on the cock which stood between his legs. It was just pushing into her before, but now it stood tall like this tower of meat. Inch upon inch of dick pointed up in the air towards her, making the dog drool a bit. She slurped it up before it fell, but the damage was done.

Briefly she stammered, before sliding forward on Maxwell's bed. Getting on her knees before him and his cock, she placed her nose to it first. It was so hot and sweaty, and the precum was drooling from the tip. It mixed with the smell of her pussy, which stained his length like pollen on a flower. The black-haired dog licked her lips as she continued sniffing up and down his dick, getting addicted to the smell of it. Her eyes even began to roll into the back of her skull.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned as she placed her hands on the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly, “Mmmph!”

Tucking some hair behind her ear, Viola first placed a chaste kiss to the head of his member. Maxwell grunted from the feeling, which brought a smile to the black-haired dog's lips. So, she placed another kiss to his length, and another, and another. She placed kisses along the shaft, at the base, and around the tip, before snaking her tongue out to lick the slit of his cock. She could taste his salty and delicious pre-cum, as well as her own juices, and she moaned from it. Oh, it was just one taste, and yet it was already something she couldn't get enough of.

Viola wrapped her lips around the head of his length, taking it in as she moaned around him. In her mouth, her tongue continued to lick the head of his dick, while spit lathered the rest, making it all nice and slippery. She started moving down, getting rather deep on the first try, before pulling back off. Tongue sliding out, she placed it to his balls, before licking back up to the head. Then she wrapped her mouth around it again, suckling deep down on his length.

“Ggggh...! Fuck yeah!” Maxwell grunted, “Haaaah...! Heh heh... right there, Viola! Right there!”

Hearing that made Viola's ears twitch. Just as he asked for, the black-haired dog got faster and faster! She ran her head up and down on his length, over and over again, practically _pounding _her face on his dick. Each thrust widened out her mouth more and more, and eventually--

“Ggllk!?”

She felt his cock break through the seal of her throat. Inches of hard dick was buried into her mouth, and it showed; a visible bulge sat on Viola's throat. She didn't care though. She wanted Maxwell's load even more than before!

And she got her wish.

“Nngh! Take it!”

Gripping Viola's head, Maxwell pushed up with his hips, and began to pump his seed into her throat, coating her walls white. A spicy stream of steaming seed flowed into her mouth as he pulled back, pooling cum around her tongue. And being the trooper she was, the black-haired dog didn't pull off his cock fully. She continued to suck more and more cum from his dick until he was completely dry. And once she he was done shooting, she swallowed every bit down.

The bitter taste of his spunk was even more intoxicating than his sweaty stench. Viola's eyes once more rolled back as she gave a moan, indulging in the taste of his cum, and the feeling of it oozing down her throat. But when she stared back down, she saw that Maxwell was still rock-hard, still ready to go. Good. She wanted his cock more than ever.

Sitting back on the bed behind her, Viola pulled open her pussy so that Maxwell could gaze deep inside of it. She was incredibly wet, with her cunt oozing juices out to stain his bed beneath her. The mere sight of it made his dick twitch, wanting nothing more than to bury his length inside of her once again. Especially when...

“Give me that dick, Maxie,” Viola ordered, this saucy grin adorning her lips, “Mmmm! Fill it up! Shit! I can't take it anymore!”

Well... Viola and Lute are twins. Still, who'd a thunk that the sweet-natured Viola could sound so... dirty?

A grin spread out on Maxwell's lips as he reached out. Grasping the black-haired dog by her hips, he lifted her up with his great strength, and made her look down. Right there, perfectly aiming up towards her pussy, was his rigid cock. Nodding, Viola watched as that cock of his pressed up against her folds, making her shudder. It stroked against her entrance once, twice, before it started entering into the seal of her cunt. Moaning from the brief interaction alone, the dog bit into her bottom lip, this expression of orgasmic need spreading out on her face.

Only for Maxwell to suddenly ram it all inside.

THWAP!

“OOOOOHHHH! OH FUCK!!! AAAHH!”

For the second time that night, Maxwell claimed her pussy. Reaching up, Viola placed her hands on his shoulders, her sparkling brown eyes meeting his shining ones. Not only was lust palpable within, but also desire, and need: the need to experience more of this incredible pleasure.

And then Maxwell started to move.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Aah! Oooh! Fuck! Mmmph!”

His hips thrusted up and down, in and out, slamming his cock into Viola's cunt. The bed they fucked on shook from the mighty impacts of his body into hers. The black-haired dog could feel his dick scrape along the walls of her pussy, all while she hungrily clung back upon him. This dirty, wet, slurping noise also echoed out, mixing with the pits and the pats of their bodies touching. And all of it – all of it – bounced off the walls in this room, and right back into their ears.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Viola moaned as she wrapped her legs around his hips, making it so that Maxie couldn't move anywhere, “Right there, Maxie! Right there! Mmmmmm! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Suddenly grabbing her body by the waist, Maxwell lifted her up and pulled back so that he was sitting on his bed, and she was riding him in his lap. The shift in position allowed Viola to push back down against him when he thrusted up, adding to the friction and the pleasure the two felt. As she hopped up and down his dick, her head tipped back and mouth opened wide, giving this lusting moan to the heavens, and offering more of her body to be viewed. His pounding was vicious as her tits bounded from every deep, powerful slam into her cunt; this erotic display for his eyes and his eyes alone.

PAT!

“OOOOH!”

Viola could feel it! Viola could feel it! His dick was kissing the deepest areas of her pussy, even touching up against her womb! All the while it twitched, and it throbbed, and it pulsated! He was about to cum! He was about to cum!

“Do it! Nngnghh! Do it!” Viola cried as she hugged him close, “Fuck yeah, Maxie! You're gonna make me cum! Aaaah! Make me cum, Maxie! Make me cum!”

Well... she asked for it!

THWAP!

“AAAHH!?”

Maxwell slammed deep into her cunt; as deep as he could possibly go. They both threw their heads back in lust as he locked his cock deep into her pussy, and she tightened her legs around his waist. Without hesitation, he began firing off strings of his burning hot seed into her pussy, which triggered Viola's own orgasm.

“OOOOOOOOHHHH FFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!”

If someone were outside the walls of his home, they'd hear the dog howl with pleasure. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if the entire neighborhood caught wind of what they were doing.

Maxwell filled her pussy with his cum, covering and coating her walls much like how he did her mouth and throat before. Viola rolled her eyes back as she fell forward, her orgasm and his sapping the strength she had. Smothering his face with her tits, she caused him to tip over and fall into his bed, with her atop him.

Both were panting like crazy after such mind-blowing orgasms, but that didn't stop them from kissing one another soon after. A tangle of bodies on the bed, Viola and Maxwell shared kiss after kiss, while his cock slipped out of her pussy, allowing his white seed to slowly ooze out and stain the bed beneath them.

It was hot, and steam wafted from their bodies as they laid on the bed. For a while, all that echoed from them was the sounds of their lips meeting in kiss after kiss after kiss. And then Viola stopped, and pulled back.

“So how was it, Maxie...?” she asked.

Maxwell chuckled.

“It was great.”

…

It has to be awkward knowing that you and your sibling have fucked the same person, right? Like, imagine that. How... weird must that be knowing that you and your sibling have slept with the same individual, and that said individual gave the both of you some of the best sex of your lives. That's... just utterly bizarre, right? Perhaps you could ignore it if you and your sibling aren't close. There are countless people out there who see their siblings as being no different than strangers. In that case, sharing sexual partners isn't that big a deal.

But this wasn't one of those cases. The Woods twins weren't strangers, they were... well... twins! _They've seen each other every day since the moment they were _born! Hell, since the moment they were _conceived _if you really think about it! Sure, they're personalities may be like summer and winter, but that doesn't mean they don't love one another.

So, doing something like this? _This!? _This was...! This was...

Oddly, this wasn't as troublesome as some would think it would be. With how different the twins were, things should _be problematic... but they _weren't. Why is that?

It was evening now at Emerald Hills, with a majority of homeowners having long since turned in for the day. This was no different at the Woods homestead, which smelled of a recently eaten meal... and baked goodies. It wafted through the air like honey, and would be sure to bring a smile to any and all who smelled it.

Well, unless your name is Lute Woods, of course.

The sardonic dog was walking away from her bedroom, wearing nothing but her panties and a t-shirt. Slight crumbs from today's dinner still resting on her cheek, no matter how many times she brushed her face. Though, why bother cleaning off when in a couple of moments, she'd be shoving something else into her gullet?

Coming to the kitchen, Lute leered inside to see her sister, Viola. The black-haired dog was always the homebody, with culinary skill that could match their mother's. In the kitchen, she darted from one side to the other, wearing shorts, a shirt, and an apron, all as she tended to her meal. And what meal would that be?

Cookies. Sweet, delicious, cookies.

“Mmm... are they ready yet?” asked Lute as her hand drifted forward, only for--

SMACK!

“Ah!?”

“The pans still hot, Lute!” Viola scolded as she wagged her finger in the air, “The cookies won't be ready for another twenty minutes! So just be patient!”

“Tsk... easy for you to say,” Lute bemoaned as she rubbed her hand, “You don't even want the cookies, you're just making them because--”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Aieeee! Ah! Maxie's here! Lute! Hurry up and get the door.”

“Uggggh... 'Maxie this', and 'Maxie that'. Shit. Why don't you just go over there and live with him if you want to?”

Her voice was laced with snark, but it was difficult to hide the excitement she had knowing he had arrived. It showed in her ears, how they twitched, and how her tail jerked softly. Sure, her face remained stiff and indifferent, but those slight little movements were like windows to how she really felt.

And those windows were blown wide open when she opened the door before her, revealing...

“Hey, Maxwell...”

“Heh... hey, Lute.”

A soft red blush appeared on her cheeks as the man was revealed before her. He had his trademark smile on his lips, one that sent a rumination down Lute's spine. She couldn't help but to blush and chuckle, before fanning her hand at him.

“Stop looking at me like that, you fuck,” she snarled playfully whilst averting her eyes, “C'mon inside. Viola's just now baking her cookies.”

“Cookies? Heh... sounds great!”

Entering inside their home, Maxwell walked up behind Lute, who guided him to the nearby kitchen. There inside, he came face to face with Viola, who turned to face him with this cheeky grin on her lips.

“Maxieeee!” she said, “I... Ah... I wasn't expecting you to show up so soon! The cookies aren't done yet!”

“Aaaah... that's fine,” he said whilst dismissively shaking his head, “Besides... I'm sure we can think of some way to kill time before the cookies are done.”

“Weeeeeelll...”

…

So, again, was this weird? Was it weird to share a lover with one's twin sibling? The answer to them... is a quite frank 'yes'. If one of their friends told them that they were sharing a partner with a sibling, they'd think that friend was insane. Now, another question, is it even weirder _to have a _threesome with said twin sibling, and said partner? Well...

Do you even have to ask?

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Ahh! Fuck!”

Her hips rolled upon his waist, dancing on his cock as it pushed in and out of her sweltering folds. The padded lower body of the dour dog, quivered gently from impact after impact. They were nowhere near as mighty as they could be, but that wasn't the point. Nooo, these thrusts and these bounces, just needed to feel good. But they didn't feel good; they felt amazing.

Ah, but she wasn't the only one enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, for right there, a few inches away, was--

“Mmmph! So deep! Mmm!”

What was so deep? His tongue.

It pushed deep into the black-haired dog's cunt, writhing about against her walls. Such a strong and burly tongue. It pushed, it prodded, it swirled, it twirled, all within her tight cunt. The flavor traced down into his awaiting maw, tasting sweet and tangy, which in turn caused him to lick more, which made her produce more honey!

This was what transpired in the Woods household. Clothes had been hastily discarded, where they were messily strewn all over the place. On the floor, on the couch, on the coffee table. In fact, the coffee table had been pushed aside, making room for their entangling of bodies.

Maxwell rested on the floor, his strong body glistening with sweat. Impaled on his cock was Lute, who danced and rolled her hips upon his crotch. His strong hands sat firm on her hips, gripping her tight as he softly thrusted up into her, making her ass clap and tits bounce. He could feel her body tighten around his length, and hear her moaning voice echo into his ears, but he could not see her. Why?

“Mmmf!”

Because his eyes were blocked by the slender and furry body belonging to Viola.

The peppy twin sat on his head, her pussy pressing against his lips. Leaning gently, she kept Maxwell surround in a void of darkness, with only her odor and taste to cling to, as well as the feeling and sounds of their bodies. All of his senses were being dominated and overwhelmed by these two lusty canines, and he _adored _it.

“Shiiiiit...! Mmph! I can't believe this is...” Lute whimpered as she leaned forward, her hands falling on Viola's shoulders to help support herself, “I feel like I'm gonna--”

“Cum...?” her sister replied as she looked into her twin's eyes, “Mm-hm! Me too!”

PATPATPAT!

“AH! FUCK! NNGGHHH! F-feels like Maxwell's gonna cum too!”

“Mmmph! Me too! L-let's cum together! Aaaah...! O-on three! One... two... aaaahh...! Th-three! AAHH!”

“FUCK! HAAAH!”

“MMMMPH!!!”

With a thrust up, Maxwell buried his dick as deep into Lute's folds as it could possibly go. And then his balls tighten... and then his cock erupted. Cum! Cum _everywhere! _White hot and flowing endlessly, he plastered her the dog's folds white, while humming against Viola's cunt.

The twins were not far behind.

In an orgasmic explosion, the two bitches came, their howling moans filling the air as they showered Maxwell with feminine jizz. So hot, so clear, it stained his body, marking him in their scents and fluids, while gifting him their taste. Together, the trio all locked up in complete unison... before several seconds passed, and--

Thud!

Thump!

Viola and Lute collapsed atop Maxwell's body, who pulled himself up. His face was glossy, covered in their sheen, and he was panting for breath. Likewise for the twins, who gasped on the floor alongside him. Sexual delirium traveled through the air, with the three struggling to maintain themselves... up until...

“Heh... heh heh... heh!”

Maxwell began to laugh.

“That was fun,” he said, “Heh heh... so...” then he leaned up, looking at the two, “Should we... make this a regular thing?”

Viola and Lute looked at one another, trading a few glances. Again, the weirdness of this situation shifted into their minds. While they were not new to pleasure and joy of such a carnal level, that did not mean they were ignorant to how strange Maxwell's request was.

They are sisters, after all, and twins at that. While this may be fun right now, who's to say it would stay that way? And if this did end messily, it would end messily.

But before either could say a word...

Sssssssssssssssss!!!

“Ah!? The cookies!”

Despite all the draining sex, Viola quickly snapped up as straight as a statue, her eyes glancing towards the kitchen. There in the stove was nothing but heat; her cookies having long since burnt to a crisp. But either it be from hardheadedness, or a genuine disbelief that her treats could be ruined, the older twin quickly launched herself to the kitchen in an attempt to save what could not be saved.

Or maybe...

“Rrrg... dammit, Viola! Slow down!” Lute said as she stood up and started heading towards the kitchen, “The cookies are already burnt! Let's just throw them away!”

With the twins in the kitchen tending to their 'cookies', Maxwell laid there on the floor, a confused look in his eye.

“So... is that a no?”