What Did You Get Me?!
#10 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Third Patreon Reward Vignette for FA: JagKitty originally posted on his birthday, which he shares with FA: jizzal
It's Jag's birthday, and no one's shown up at his place yet! Sure it's snowing and sure everyone's lives are crazy, but still! At least one guest has arrived now, but where's his gift? And why does his breath smell like a certain skunk?
Contains: Face-Huffing, Predatory Breath Odor, Big Chubby Doggos, Vore Tattoos, and an implied mephit who is also a birthday boy <3
Jag is FA: jagkitty
Jay is FA: jizzal (and my tummy)
and I'm meeeee
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Jag stalked back and forth in the living room. It was his birthday and none of his friends who didn't already live with him had shown up. His brother was out of town, to boot! The spotted cat grumbled a bit.
At least one guest had given an explanation for how late he was. The feline's friend Tris, a large black labrador, had said that he'd be stopping by Jay's house.
Jay, a mutual friend of theirs, who had the same birthday as the cat. Often they'd have joint birthday parties in the past, but this year Jay had declined the party, as he was far too exhausted after his job.
The feline sighed, glancing out at the falling snow. "Stupid sky, it's spring, mew..."
The doorbell rang.
Jag perked up and sprinted to the door. Grasping the handle, he practically threw the door inward, only stopped from striking the inner wall of the entryway by his grip.
On the doorstep was Tris, standing a good head taller than the birthday boy, at the very least. He was a big pup in every way, having a soft cushy frame with a well renowned tummy that loved receiving rubs. The dog was bundled up with a scarf and a big comfy pullover hoodie, as well as wearing boots rather than going bare-pawed like he often did. With one paw he pushed back the hood, causing his dyed hair to flop forward over one eye. "Happy Birthday, Jag."
The jaguar wrapped his arms tight around the heavyset dog, squeezing. Even through the layers of padded fabric, he could feel the gentle plush squish of his friend's pudge. He nuzzled into the dog's chest, sneaking a few greedy marking swipes of his cheeks, before he froze. He hadn't seen a box on the dog's person, nor felt one in his hoodie's pocket when he squeezed in tight. Jag's tail whipped a bit and he pulled back to look Tris in the eyes suspiciously.
The black lab smiled back, apparently oblivious to the cause of this, tilting his head a bit. "Hmm?"
"Tris." The cat started, before making a cursory pat-down to make sure he was right in his observation. Finding nothing but soft dog, he continued. "What did you get me for birthday!"
Tris blinked, apparently nonplussed by this outburst, and then got a mischievous smile across his muzzle. One of his broad hand paws cupped the base of the feline's skull and lifted. His other paw planted on the jaguar's back, near the base of his tail, pinning him in place, off-balance and only able to touch the floor with his toes. His pinky curled, gently pinching the nape of Jag's neck.
The cat in question blushed deeply as he found himself quite helpless to whatever the dog planned to do next, that pinch making his squirms fail, in particular. "S-stinky dog! Let go of mew..." He huffed, half-heartedly.
Then the big dog opened his mouth, revealing the glossy saliva coated flesh within, pitch black like his nose pad. He slowly brought his jaws down in front of Jag's face, so that his fangs were past the edges of the cat's peripheral vision, and exhaled slowly like his friend was a cold pane of glass he wanted to fog up.
Jag mewled and quivered, weakly batting his arms up against the dog's chest, weakened by the pin and the sight of his friend's jaws. As he was inundated with the scent of the canine's breath, he instantly recognized the primary scent on it. Skunk.
And not just any skunk.
Tris gently set Jag back down, closing his muzzle well free of the feline's face and licking his lips smugly.
Once the grip had released, Jag pushed himself away, his face practically glowing with the blush beneath his dark fur. "Smelly dog breath is no fair!" He muttered, rubbing his moistened facial fur and then sniffing his paw to see if any of that scent had transferred.
The big dog closed the front door behind him and pulled his hoodie off, revealing a too tight tee shirt that rode up on his belly, revealing a familiar double "J" marking in white on his black fur. "Jay's enjoying his present right now." Tris plapped his broad palm against the mark and then squeezed in with his thick fingers, showing off how soft his body was.
Jag was beyond words, staring and fidgeting in place.
"Feel free to ask for yours at any time, kitty~"