Housepets: Iambic Pent-Up Peanut
#3 of Housepets! Fanfics
Due to needing to pay back a favor, this short Housepets! fanfiction is in semi-rhyming iambic pentameter. This is an exercise in "Owletron, just because it's hard to do doesn't make it a good idea!" I apologize in advance. Enjoy the ride.Edit: Here is a link to the art that come out of the conversation below. Fun fact: It was originally just a sketch. I'm the one who (attempted to) clean it up and color it! My paint.net skills know no bounds.https://e621.net/posts/2755342
Also, I can hold my tongue no longer. This man in purple below--more of a god, actually--has claimed to have commissioned an absolutely ridiculous amount of the NSFW housepets fanart you see out there. I mean to say dozens upon dozens of images over the years. And I believe it, based on our conversations.
A god in the shadows, giving us gifts, but never showing their face for fear it may blind us. Us mere mortals are not worthy of this excellence, so we must cherish each piece as though it were another page to add our holy book. I've come to pay homage to this myth of a man, in hope that they will shine kindly on me in the hour of my passing. I can only hope that this ridiculous passage has appeased the god, and not sent me deeper into wickedness.
The Nut woke Grape the hundredth time that year
So loud that Grape was sure the end was near.
She gave the dog a hiss inside the ear
And said to him, "I swear! This should be good."
"It is!" he said. His face was full of red.
"Don't lie, just say the thing you want to say."
He sighed, surprised, that he did not disguise.
"It's just that I could use some help," he said.
"With what?" Grape said. Stretched up, she stood from bed.
"I'm so pent up now that Tarot has left."
She froze. "You say you woke me up for this?"
"Yes, but--" he cut, for Grape had closed her eyes both shut.
"Please Grape, I feel like I'm about to burst."
"She'll soon be back for you; it could be worse."
She rolled away, her face to face the sheets.
"I'll do that thing with my big tongue you love.
She saw his gaze, each eye big as a dove.
"You mean to say you'll lick below my tail?"
He blushed and looked away to nod to her.
"I guess you have me now, you mutt," she murred.
His hesitance soon turned to eager glee.
He kissed her lips, to which she could agree.
Behind her butt, her tail raised up for he.
She broke their kiss and spun in place: the prize.
The mutt knelt down to her and gripped her thighs.
Her paws dug in the sheet; his tongue had heat
It slipped, it slid, but soon he wanted more.
His sheath had grown, showed pink. He soon stood sore.
Grape moaned in lust, in him she trust the rush.
His paw went to the hole below his tongue
He spread her puss; he ate and made her sung.
He took his tongue away from in her ass.
He climbed into her bed and spoke to her:
"I knew how much you liked that treat!"
His paws brought up her waist. His dick met fur.
He slowly sank and pressed up to her core.
"Good boy," Grape moaned, "Do tell me more."
"Tarot likes when I cum inside her mouth."
"You dog! I did not mean for you to say--"
"Her favorite is when I tie her face!"
"Oh stop! But wait... she lets you do it too?"
The Nut began to thrust, his aim still true.
The dog, he moaned, "Lets me? It's on her own."
"How does," Grape cried, "she fit it all inside?"
"Tarot is not a cat like you," he said.
His hips soon slapped against her butt in bed.
She stretched and pressed herself back to his knot.
"But I don't care, it sounds so hot!" she shot.
"Perhaps, next time, then, we can try that too?"
"Well first you must impress me here today~"
He paused his thrusts. "You are so silly when we lay."
The canine grinned and eagerly resumed,
His knot against her narrow folds and fur.
Both moaned as interspecies lovers do.
The cat and dog each held to the belief:
the hope that tying would provide relief.
The Peanut squeezed her hips so he could try
For he was rough and not the least bit shy
She writhed and glanced to watch him work
As though it would stop him from cumming first.
"Oh Peanut, put your finger in my butt?"
He pant and grit his teeth, so close to tie.
Before he thought ask why, his thumb slipped in.
In shock, she cried, her face in sheets of sin.
She purred and murred as he grew close to please.
He pulled agape her ass, her pussy wrapped.
Her butt fell down; his knot had sunk in deep.
He breathed as he received what he had reaped.
He felt her pulse, his bulb grew wide inside.
Released, cum flew. The tie did not hold true.
The canine's cum ran down her purple fur.
His tail wags hard, the pressure now so great.
The feline: filled with what had her elate.
The canine: satisfied with what he poured.
So tight, the tie had him as he adored.
But thoughts occurred before his cat could snore.
He asked, "This means that I should wake you more?"