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The dream begins with me in the basement studio, playing around with mic placement. I get a text and check my phone. In my band's chat, our singer tells us that due to his newest child becoming a handful, his toddler son getting into everything and his wife being overburdened, he has to step away from the band. After a time-skip, we meet up that day for our first practice in nearly two years without our singer when our bassist drops another bombshell. I don't recall exactly what he said but it amounted to...

“So, guys, I got this hot-ass girlfriend just now, and she's the best lay I've ever had, but she says that bass is for douchebags and she doesn't like metal, but we can smoke pot together and have sex, so I'm just gonna stay with her. Peace!"

My guitarist and I are now abandoned. My guitarist, we'll call him “Kage" (with Japanese pronunciation), looks to me and asks what I want to do.

“Being in a band is my only social stimulation these days; I drive trucks 4-5 days a week, so I don't want to quit!"

“Alright. I'll see if I can hit up some of my other buddies and get us into a new group or something." He replies.

There's another time-skip and I find myself driving to some random location. It's a neighborhood I recognize, probably because I used to deliver pizzas there, and I park in front of a nice, two-story house with a three-car garage. I check my phone and see the address, which is just some random whatever. The texts above it reveal that Kage wants me to audition with him to join a “rock band" with some of his friends from a gaming community. I take a breath and get out of the car, only to hear “holy shit, you drive a hearse?!"

I look to my right and see a rabbit Voeldahn (anthros in my macro universe) with grey fur that fades to black at his neck/chest. He has short, black hair in a faux hawk, and icy blue eyes. He introduces himself as “Ricky". I introduce myself and open the rear door, revealing my massive, 7-piece drumset and a bag of 12 cymbals, plus all of the hardware.

“I hope you're as good as Kage says, because this is going to be a lot of work." Ricky remarks.

“I'm alright." I reply.

We load everything into the garage, where I hear Kage being himself, i.e. hilariously obnoxious. He has a personality that if you can't live in the Scary Movie universe, you'll instantly hate him. Ricky and I set up the drums and talk music, and he reveals his list of favorite bands. He says his favorites are “Breaking Benjamin and Coheed & Cambria" and I immediately understand how he and Kage are even friends. As I start attaching the cymbals, to the stands and turning the locking lugs, the rest of the group start to pour in.

Kage comes out with some human girl, who's a cute, mousey thing with long, brown hair and big green eyes. She very politely introduces herself to me as Sasha, the singer. Another guy, also a human and a ginger, with pale skin and a white fro, says he's Blane, the other guitarist. I'm thoroughly confused. I turn to Ricky and then to Kage, asking how they're going to have 3 guitarists, and Ricky tells he that he sings backup, but he'd rather do more vocals and try screaming, but he can't sing and play; Kage is replacing him on rhythm guitar.

Just then, I hear footfalls and the last member walks in. This is where the dream becomes interesting. The final band member is a canine Voeldahn, and very obviously a Doberman. She has black and medium brown fur, a considerable, C-cup bust, a vaguely hourglass figure and broad hips. Her belly is not washboard flat, but more like the typical, height-weight-proportional American girl; she's average overall, but good looking. She has no tail, which has obviously been docked, and her ears are cropped and very pointy.

She looks at me with super bright, amber eyes; they're almost orange. She has black hair with golden tips and some highlights, styled in a punk/emo/hardcore hairstyle, depending on who you ask; it's cut short near the left side but nearly shoulder length on the right, and all of her hair is brushed toward the right, sweeping just over her right eye. It's glossy but fine and soft looking, and the naturally colored portions are as black as raven's feathers. She's startlingly attractive to me, and I'm taken aback. She crosses her arms before her chest, looks me up and down and says...

“Hmph... He doesn't look like much. Like a young Rob Zombie with millennial nerd glasses."

I raise a brow as I silently take offense.

“What the hell do you do with that thing?!" She points a gold painted claw toward my drumset.

I look back at it, then turn to her, and in a deadpan tone I say, “I play it..."

“Heh... Compensating for something?"

At this point, I'm no longer attracted to her and instead think “Okay, so she's the raging bitch of the band." What I actually say is, “... No." Just as she starts to lay into the purple coloration of my drums, genuinely pissing me off, I ask her what the hell she even does in the band.

“Are you Ricky's THOT or something?"

Her face changes and she looks quite shocked, like no one has ever given her lip before.

“Listen here, you little faggot, I'm the bassist, and I'm the best god damned bassist in the state!"

“Pfft! Like that's saying anything!" I snap back.

“You wizard-looking, son of a-!"

Sasha steps up and tries to calm her down.

“Hey, hey! Relax, Navi!"

“No! Did you hear how that fucking prick talked to me?!" The dog girl snarls.

“Calm down, Naveen! It's not a big deal!" Sasha pleads.

“Yeah. We just want to try him out, okay?" Blane adds.

Ricky pulls me aside as Sasha and Blane talk to Naveen, and Kage is quick to rush over to me. Kage asks what Naveen's problem is, and Ricky apologizes, begging me not to walk away. He adds that they were about to go in-studio to record an album when Naveen's personality drove their last drummer to rage-quit, DURING a show.

“Oh, really?! I never would've guessed. She seems so lovely and personable." I facetiously remark.

“Why is she even still in the band if she has such a bad attitude?" Kage asks.

“Her and Sasha are best friends. They started the band together. Sasha won't sing without Naveen, and she's got a voice like Amy Lee, or that chick from Jinjer. Besides, we're kind of fooling around, and I can't ask her to kick out Navi."

Ricky pleads with me not to leave, and Kage reminds me that he doesn't know very many other musicians, so it's this band or Craigslist. With that, I somewhat reluctantly decide to stick around. I return to my kit, and Naveen sits with Sasha on a couch in the corner. Blane asks what I want to do to show them my skills, and I look to Kage and shrug. He suddenly volunteers me for a little show.

“If you really want to hear what he can do, then let him metalize something."

“Like what?" Ricky asks.

“You know any Seether or Saliva?" Blane asks.

I raise my brow and smirk a little.

“Oh, god... Here it comes." Naveen snickers.

I pull out my phone and some earbuds and tell them what I can play to. Ricky snatches my phone.

“Let's just plug this into the P.A.! Tell me what to play, man!"

I feel a knot in my stomach, though I'm not sure why. I glance over at Naveen. She looks thoroughly amused, and eyes me with what can only be disdain.

“World Falls Away by Seether." I finally answer.

“Hah! This'll be good!" Naveen laughs.

Ricky looks surprised as he scrolls past bands like Iced Earth and Mastodon, but he does as I ask. At first they don't look surprised, mostly making sure that they actually hear the song over my cymbals and drums, but as the chorus kicks in, I hold a solid 210 beats-per-minute with 16th notes (i.e. fairly fast for metal; blazing fast for Seether) and as I roll my sticks over all of the toms, I can see the intrigued looks of Ricky and Blane. I use every cymbal and drum as I play, even throwing in a very short blast beat for good measure. I'm not good at blast beats, so I often opt for fills and triplets. As soon as I'm done, I set my sticks down on the snare and look back at Naveen and Sasha, both of whom have wide eyes.

“Dude! That was really tight!" Blane exclaims.

“Yeah, that double bass and those rolls were pretty clean!" Ricky adds.

“Heavier than we every play." Sasha remarks.

“Not if I'm in the band." I say with a little smirk.

Naveen raises a brow, but not in a bad way. It's almost a look that says “I shouldn't have judged him so quickly."

“Hey, can you play something to this?!" Ricky asks.

I look back as he suddenly picks random songs from my phone. He forces me to play to Static-X, which I make substantially heavier, then In Flames and then SlipKnot, the latter of which I struggle to do as well as Joey Jordison, because he's easily fifty times better than me. Regardless, they're thoroughly impressed and ask me to join on the spot. They look back at Naveen, who looks me up and down with a little smirk and says...

“Yeah, I guess he's alright."

The dream cuts again, as I end up briefly waking up for some reason. As I fall back asleep, the dream picks up with us collecting equipment after playing a show at some nothing-special bar. We stuff our gear into Ricky's Yukon XL, conveniently Kage's dream car, and my hearse, which holds most of the gear. With Ricky's SUV packed and everyone deciding with whom they should ride, I head to my car in silence. Blane chases after me, opting to ride with me, and Naveen startles everyone, including myself, by tagging along. Sasha calls out to her, an eyebrow raised.

“Navi?"

“What?"

“... Don't you want to ride with us?" Sasha asks.

“Nah. Rhythm should stick together." Naveen coos as she steps past me and slides into my car through the driver's side door.

I can't help but notice her perfect buttocks in her black, tightly fitting, faux leather pants. She pushes herself against Blane, who rides shotgun, sitting in the middle of the bench seat. I claim my place behind the wheel, and it's quite crowded.

“It's a little tight in here." Blane remarks.

“Is that bitching?!" Naveen chuckles, glancing at him. “I don't hear him complaining!" She says, pointing a thumb at me.

“I quite enjoy cramming myself into tight spaces." I coolly remark.

Naveen turns her head, her amber eyes scanning me.

“Ooohhh... Is that so?" She coos.

“Mhm... You don't believe me?"

“You just don't look like you're uncomfortable. You don't seem all that big." She winks.

“Maybe you'd be surprised." I remark.

“Would I?"

“I mean, I'm pretty flexible."

Blane leans over and looks at me, a brow raised and an uncomfortable look on his face.

“I didn't realize you were so versatile. You have stamina, too, playing that whole set-list like that." She adds.

“You have no idea." I casually add.

“Mmmm..."

“Uhh... Should I get out?" Blane asks.

Naveen shoots him a sharp glare, immediately silencing him. I start the car and drive us to Blane's house, where he collects his combo amp and guitar cases. Naveen slides into the passenger seat, and so I turn to her, staring at her for a moment.

“What? ... Missing me already?"

“Eh." I wobble a hand from side to side.

“Fuck you, then." She speaks softly and chuckles.

I begin driving Naveen to her house.

“You know..." Naveen pauses as she begins to speak.

I glance over to her, and can see the look on her face. She looks like she's either struggling to speak or pondering her thoughts.

“Yeah?" I eventually ask.

“It was a good idea... Bringing you and Kage into the band."

“Oh?"

“Yeah... I, uhm... I'm sorry." She murmurs.

“For what?"

“For making the last few weeks such a chore. For giving you so much shit. You're not a bad drummer, you know. I pick on you, but... Erm..."

“Well, I'm glad I meet with your approval." I say with a little smile.

“I'm serious!" She growls.

“I believe you. Thanks for that. Really!"

“You aren't mad at me?"

“Should I be?" I turn my eyes toward her before returning my attention to the road.

“I mean, I've been a bitch to you for weeks."

“Yeah, but you do it in a subtly playful way. That and my skin is made of wrought iron."

“... Why are you so nice to me?" She suddenly asks.

“Because I'm a nice guy." I casually retort.

“Don't be a fucking dick! I'm asking a real question!" She snarls.

“And I'm giving a real answer. Why is that so hard to believe?" I turn to her as we stop at a red light.

“Because... What's your angle? What do you want from me?"

“I'm sorry?!" I ask with a chuckle.

“Green." She points. I continue to drive. “I mean, why are you so nice? Why are you letting all of that go? What are you trying to get out of me?"

I'm now thoroughly perplexed, only for the realization to hit me like a Mack truck.

“I don't want jack-shit from you. I'm a nice guy because people deserve kindness and respect. Why do I have to want something?"

“People always want something." She retorts.

“That's a really shitty view of the world, Navi."

“Maybe you're just naïve, then?"

“Maybe... Or maybe you're a cynic?"

She stares at me with a perplexed, even sad expression as I pull into her driveway.

“Or maybe I'm naïve! Either way, there's no angle." I remark.

“What if I don't believe you?" She cocks her head as she speaks.

“Honestly?" I turn in my seat to face her.

“Mhm!"

“... I don't care. I know that I'm not some piece of shit, and that's all that really matters. If you don't want to believe me, then I'm sorry. I can only tell you the truth; you're the one who has to accept it."

At first, she seems surprised by my response, but it isn't long before a little smile graces her lips, and suddenly, she leans in and plants a kiss on me. It's a long and passionate kiss. As our lips part, I slowly shake my head.

“Okay!" I remark.

“So... Do you want to come in? Help me, uhm... Unpack?" She asks in a sultry tone.

I'm now thoroughly startled and shocked. I look her over and see the expression on her face and her body's posture. She leans forward, her hands on the bench seat of my Cadillac Federal hearse, as if she's a lioness preparing to pounce. After a short pause I clear my throat.

“We've only known each other a few weeks. I mean, I don't know much about you!"

“What's there to know?!" She cocks her head.

“Well, if you have a boyfriend. That's an important piece of information."

“Would that matter?" She asks.

I'm floored.

“... Yes!"

“Aww." She coos and smiles. “I don't have a boyfriend. Are you happy now?"

“Are you lying?"

“You think a guy would put up with me for more than a night?!" She asks, her tone turning somewhat hostile.

“Good point." I smirk.

“Hey!"

She tilts her head down and turns her eyes up, looking less angry than hurt.

“It's a good thing I'm so patient..." I comment, reaching out a hand and brushing the hair from her eyes. “Most men can't handle you."

“You've got that right... You think you can?"

“You heard me." I sternly retort.

“Ooohhh..." She coos.

“Is that a challenge?" I ask with a sinister grin.

Her lips curl around her snout and she cutely bits her bottom lip, her bright amber eyes scanning me from head to crotch. She soon returns her focus to my face.

“Are you up for it?"

I don't answer her, but instead I scoot across the bench seat, rest a hand on her cheek and steal a kiss. As we kiss, I slip her some tongue. She seems surprised, resting her clawed hands on my shoulders. I keep it going. I act as if I own her and she melts like butter. She pushes herself into me. I can see her chest heaving as she breathes quite heavily, her full, C-cup breasts subtly jiggling so adorably. I decide to push it and rest a hand over one of her breasts. She groans as I give it a gentle but firm squeeze. She grabs at my groin and squeezes my manhood through my pants. Our lips part and I open my door, but turn back when I see that Naveen hasn't moved. She looks at me with narrowed eyes, gazing so lustfully at me.

“Well? Get out your keys." I rather sternly demand.

She coos as she slides out of my car. Following her to the front door, I stand directly behind her as she unlocks it. I reach out a hand and rest it on the frame of the door, and as she's only marginally shorter than me, about five-foot-six, my hand brushes her upper arm. She looks over, then spins around to face me. The look on her face is adorable; she seems surprised and even ensnared by my dominance. I lean in and kiss her, and her clawed hands rest on my hips. We open the door and slip inside, kissing the entire time. As I close the door behind us, she grabs my unbuttoned, short sleeved shirt, which I wear as an overshirt, and pulls me down the hall. Before I know it, she's almost dragging me to her bed, her eyes fiery and sinister.

I decide that I cannot let my dominance slip, so I smack her butt and give it a firm squeeze, while another hand grabs her chest and fondles one of her breasts through her black tank top. She pants and holds me close, nuzzling me as I push her pants down to her ankles. Naveen feebly tries to kick off her shoes. She falls backward, landing atop the edge of her bed and making a cute little gasp as she bounces on the mattress. I grab her double ankles and lift. She laughs as she's rolled backward atop her own bed, lying flat on her back with her feet in the air. I pull her special shoes off of her paw-like, digitigrade feet and toss them aside, then pull her black, faux leather pants off. I look down as I throw them aside, and only then do I notice her silky, hot pink panties.

“What?" She asks, resting on her elbows and looking down at me.

“... Pink?" I raise a brow.

“So?!" She sounds almost worried.

“I thought they'd be red, stained with the blood of your many victims." I smirk.

“Oh, shut up! I can be girly, too!" She almost whimpers.

Crawling up the bed and looming over her, I gently grab her hips, hook my thumbs behind the elastic waistband and slide her panties down. I immediately smell the almost sweet, floral aroma of her arousal. Her clawed fingers fumble with my tactical belt, amusing me. I push up her tank top and reveal her matching, hot-pink bra. The spaghetti straps made them easy to hide beneath the wide straps of her tank top. The bright, pink color is strangely adorable on her medium-brown fur. I give both breasts a squeeze before flipping up her bra and setting them free. Grabbing hold of her plump, womanly orbs, I lean in and almost lovingly lick the flesh of her nipples, which are a dark chocolate color.

Sucking on a nipple, I give it a gentle pop, squeezing her breast a bit harder as I pull my mouth away. She squeals so adorably. Naveen tears at my belt and black jeans by this point, so I stand tall, pull away and lift a leg to untie my boots. I nearly fall over, making her laugh, but soon I've removed my boots and pushed down my jeans and boxer-briefs. She gazes longingly at my manhood, which has been as hard as a rock for some time now. I step out of my pants and underwear and take off my button-up overshirt, but leave on my dark purple t-shirt. Sliding further back atop her bed, she rests her head on her pillows as I climb back up.

“Now get up here and f-"

“Don't tell me how to do this." I cut her off.

“Mmmm..."

I grab one of her ankles and lift a leg, at first perplexing her. She seems quite surprised as I lean over and place myself betwixt her legs. The flesh of her nether lips are the same dark chocolate color as her nipples, and for a moment I wonder why her nose is black and not a similar brown. I give her loins a lick, and Naveen gasps as I treat her to oral sex. My tongue teases her nether lips before rubbing over and around her clitoris, and then returning to her hole. I only penetrate her vagina a little bit, mostly using the opportunity to tease her until she literally begs me for it.

Taking my lips away from her soaking wet and quivering pussy, I crawl up to her. By now, she's long since removed her black tank top and her hot-pink bra. I pass her breasts and keep going, not stopping until I'm eye-to-eye with the trembling Voeldahn. Leaning in, I give her another kiss and slip her my tongue. She claws at my shirt and pulls at what's left of my clothes.

“How do you taste?" I ask her as our lips part.

“God damn... You aren't what I was expecting." She remarks, her voice softened and her eyes narrowed with lust.

I lean in and kiss her again, but this time I slide my arms around her body, placing them behind her shoulders. My fingers coil around her shoulders as I prepare for the real work. With a couple of pelvic muscle squeezes, I make sure that my penis is properly aimed. Moving in, I poke around a bit, feeling her soaking wet flesh. I shift my hips to lower myself, and the bulbous head of my manhood grinds against her nether lips, pushing them apart. I can feel her nether lips almost kissing the head of my penis, and so I rock my hips and push my rock-hard cock into Naveen's hungry pussy.

I wince and grunt. Her vagina is quite tight, and it's so hot! She gasps, turns her head and grabs onto me. I feel her claws digging into the fabric of my shirt. At that point, I decide that I don't want her to ruin it, plus I'd like to feel her furry breasts and belly against my skin. I pull my arms away from her back, planting my hands on the bed, just beside her ribcage, and all the while I'm pushing my member deeper and deeper into her little pussy. Forcing myself up, Naveen lets go, only to grab onto my hips.

She looks down, cocking her head as she admires the view. With her mouth agape, she can only moan and groan, staring with the most infatuated and adoring look on her face as she watches my pink cock invading her loins. I straighten my back and take off my purple shirt, before leaning over again and pressing my now entirely nude form against hers. Her fur feels so nice, and her body wash is almost fruity. I drive my manhood so far into her pussy that I can feel my balls pressing against her buttocks.

“Oh god!" She cries out. “You're so fucking deep! Ahh!"

I begin my work, thrusting into and out of her womanhood, my hands once again gripping her shoulders. I give her hard but short thrusts, making sure that her vaginal canal stays filled with my girthy shaft, and guaranteeing that my balls plop so sensually against her buttocks. The smell of her arousal fills the room, choking the other scents, including her body wash and my Old Spice deodorant. I grunt and growl as I thrust into and out of her little hole, while she rakes her golden claws all along my back. I can feel the red trails as she marks my flesh.

Soon, though, she holds on for dear life, even wrapping her legs around my lower half; her knees bend and rest against my hips, while her paw-like feet dangle just behind and beneath my buttocks. Naveen crosses her legs at the ankles, effectively holding me inside of her as I eagerly ream her taut pussy. It isn't long before I feel a very familiar sensation.

“Ahh-ahh-AAAHHHH-NNNYAAAAAHHH!"

Naveen squeals as she cums. Her vaginal canal convulses against her will and I can feel her womanhood clamping down on my penis as if it was trying to crush it. I don't stop, however; I know better. In and out, over and over; I never stop thrusting. Plop, plop, plop, plop. I keep her going for as long as I can. So great is her pleasure that she almost seems to regress. Though anthros aren't in any way, shape or form related to the animals they resemble, at least in my literary universe, she starts to behave more like a canid.

She growls through her orgasm, licks my neck, which only further arouses me and makes me work harder, and digs her nails quite painfully into my back. Still, I don't stop. I thrust even harder, making sure she feels every millimeter of my throbbing cock. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! My balls slap against her ass; it would be painful, if it wasn't for my technique and the pleasure of filling her burning hot and dripping wet loins. As I near the peak of sweet climax, I can hear her begging.

“Rrrr-yeah! Ahh-fuck! Fill me up! Nngf-nngf-rrrr! Give it to me!"

It's only now, as I feel my pleasure swelling, that I even realize that I didn't bother to put on a condom; here I am, plowing Naveen raw-dog ( ;P ), and she's literally asking me to do it. And so it was that I did the only thing that I wanted to do... Pounding her a little harder, but also slower, I rock my hips when I sheath my manhood, just so she'll know that her pussy is mine. She grips me tightly with her arms and legs, and I couldn't pull away even if I wanted to. My pleasure builds and I growl louder, right into one of her pointy ears.

“Ahh-yes! Do it!"

“Nngf! You'll have to take it all." I grunt out.

“I know." She coos.

Looking into her eyes as I keep thrusting and rocking my hips, I can see that she's not consumed by lust. She seems to genuinely want this, and admittedly, so do I. At least she gave me permission, so I don't have to feel like an asshole for it later. With a passionate, tongue-filled kiss and a few more thrusts, I bring her to the brink. As Naveen's entire body convulses from another orgasm, I finally let go. Roaring loudly, and wincing from the cascading pleasure, I release my load. Jet after powerful jet blasts into her quivering pussy, washes over her cervix and floods her uterus. I groan loudly as I fill her up.

She squeals and cries out, holding onto me tightly as she arches her back, shoving her breasts and belly against me quite roughly. I look at her as she wriggles and writhes and think to myself, “Either I'm really good with her, or she hasn't had sex in a long time." It's honestly a very adorable sight, watching her panting and shivering. Her back slowly relaxes and her body flattens, just as the last of my cum spurts into her body. By this point, my testicles feel cold and drained, and I can even feel a thick wad of my semen resting against the tip of my penis, which is obviously fully sheathed within her body.

She pants and groans, her fur now drenched with her own sweat, as well as some of mine. I nuzzle her cheek to gain her attention, and as soon as she turns her head, I give her a soft, even loving kiss. This seems to startle her, and she looks quite confused by my affection. Resting my head on her pillow and nuzzling her face, I leave myself within her until she finally decides to open her legs and release me. I wait for a moment after that before I decide to remove myself from her loins, just so she knows for certain that I'm claiming her.

Once I finally pull out, I lay beside her. She looks me over, eyeing my form. I slither closer and slip my arms around her, pulling her into a cute embrace. She lifts her arms so that they can fall over mine, and turns her head.

“Don't you, uhm... Don't you want to go?" She asks.

“Dine and dash? That's not what I do."

“Oh..."

“You aren't asking me to leave, are you?" I lift my head, a worried look on my face.

“No! This is fine!" She swiftly replies, an equally worried tone in her voice. “I'm just... I'm not used to this."

“You'd better get used to it." I say to her in a stern voice but a warm smile on my face.

“Oh?" She cocks her head.

“Yeah. The rhythm section needs to stick together." I cutely quip.

An amused smile slowly graces her lips before she lets out a chuckle and rests her head atop her pillow, her snout pointed at the ceiling.

“You're so dumb." She laughs.

“Hey, you just made love to me." I innocently retort.

“And cute; you called it 'making love.' You're fucking adorable."

“So are you." I add, softly kissing her cheek.

We nuzzle each other very softly and tenderly, her with her long snout and me with my thin and pointy, human nose. Her clawed fingers coil and relax, gently scratching my forearms. Meanwhile, I softly kiss her cheek in between nuzzles and I give her sides a little tickle with my fingertips. Her smile grows.

“This is nice." She says with a pleased sigh. “You're too sweet... You almost make me sick." She teases me.

“You just need more exposure. Build up a tolerance for it."

“Are you suggesting regular lessons, mister teacher?" She asks, batting her eyelashes in an uncharacteristically girly fashion.

“Maybe... What if I just keep you?" I ask.

She lifts her head and looks quite surprised, her beautiful, amber eyes growing wide.

“Is that a 'yes'?"

“It's an 'are you serious'." She replies.

“When am I not serious?"

“All the time!"

“Well, I'm serious."

“You really want to be my boyfriend?"

“Why not? I'd feel a lot better about being inside of you."

Her lips curl at the corners of her snout as she softly chuckles.

“Okay. It's not like I have anyone better... Yet." She winks.

“Pfft! You know you're stuck with me!"

“I probably am now." She remarks, her eyes glancing down and looking toward her loins, which I've thoroughly filled with my cum.

We share another kiss, and continue to snuggle, and it's an incredibly comfortable and comforting feeling... And then I woke up. :[