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The air in the house was dense.

While Elizabeth and Patricia were down in the basement taking a nap, Todd and Randal were upstairs doing the one thing that made them feel alright: playing the board game Harem. That's not it's actual name. Randal and Todd were never told the name, but it found it way into the house when Pixie and Geffa took over.

They weren't even sure about the rules but they figured out a way to play that was like Go Fish except they didn't need to talk. They pointed at the card on the board when they needed to ask. The cards on the board had unique characters that didn't require any reading to identify.

As for the other pieces, they had no use for them and didn't know how they factored in.

They sat opposite sides of the board on the floor. Randal looked at his hand. He had 3 elephants, a bison, 2 foxes, and a stork with a big barrel of what he believed was wine. He looked at the elephants. The design on the card had a tubby elephant with two scantily clad rat ladies at his side, clearly his sex servants.

Randal pointed at the picture of the elephant on the board. Todd shook his head no, then pointed to the quail-- a wide-hipped quail with her ass out, taking off her top. Randal shook his head.

From the kitchen, in game Pixie and Geffa, with Bugsy crawling along the floor. Already Randal could feel their mockery. Bugsy hopped up the couch and threw himself down onto the seat. Pixie walked up beside the couch arm and grinned at Randal and Todd softly. Geffa stood behind the couch.

"What chu guyses playin'?" asked Bugsy.

Todd and Randal barked and Geffa and Bugsy broke out into a laugh.

"You guys can't even pronounce the name of the game!" said Bugsy, "How are you even supposed to play it when you can't even read?"

"They're not playing it right," said Geffa, "They probably couldn't on the count of," she brought a finger to her head and made a twirly motion, "lacking the brain functions."

"I'm surprised they can play anything," said Bugsy. He chuckled, "It's only natural, they are dogs after all."

Pixie hmmmed, "You're right Bugsy. A dog doesn't know how to play games."

Todd shifted uncomfortably while Randal's eyes bolted. He knocked over some pieces and cards waving his hands at Pixie to tell her no. He barked, desperate to tell her not to ward him from anything. His whimpers pleaded her to stop!

But Pixie didn't listen, "Randal, Todd... You are forbidden from playing games!"

Being commanded had no actual feeling on the dogs, but Randal could have sworn his heart stopped. He looked at the game board. He saw the pictures but when trying to compare one picture to another, when trying to analyze the cards, his brain wouldn't complete the operation. It wasn't possible.

Todd too was distressed. He picked up his cards but couldn't figure out what to do with them and let them fall out of his hands and onto the ground.

Randal grabbed the game's box and looked at the pieces but nothing came to mind. The symbols they were supposed to represent ceased to exist. He picked one up, fumbling with it in a panic. It's blue color, what did it mean? His brain had no answer. His world was collapsing around him and he was on Oblivion's door.

Randal's breathing became labored. His heart was beating so loud it could have cracked open his chest! His blood grew cold and stopped!

An angered swat pushed the gameboard and its pieces to the floor. He whimpered while Bugsy and Geffa laughed.

"Guess the only game he's going to play now is fetch!" said Bugsy.

A fire burst inside of Randal's soul...

Bugsy's chuckling got quieter as he saw Randal turning his growling face towards him, teeth bared and lip rumbling- eyes raging with the fire of hell! Bugsy's ears folded and before he could climb over the couch's arm to get away, Randal's ferocious face was in his. Randal growled violently and began a fit of barking and snarling, baring his teeth and slapping drool everywhere! Bugsy was too scared to scream, and quivered with fright until he was too scared to shake!

The snarling quieted with Randal huffing loudy, keeping a hateful stare down at Bugsy. Bugsy could do nothing but stare back with terror in his eyes. Down below, Bugsy's pants were stained with wetness, with drips leaking out of his pant legs onto the couch. The smell of raccoon droppings emanated from his backside.

Pixie blinked, then looked down at Bugsy. He was standing in a pool with glistening wet growing from his feet. She chuckled, "He sure scared you!"

Randal's razor sharp glare turned to Pixie. She gulped. Randal snatched her collar and tugged her close. While Pixie's eyes went wide as dinnerplates, Randal snarled and barked at her face, with an aggression and speed usually reserved for coked-out hellhounds. Pixie grimaced, with her mouth contorting in shock.

Randal's snarling was cut off with Geffa shoving him back, making him fall off the couch, onto the floor. She turned back to Pixie. Pixie was petrified, eyes staring out into space, hands held out in front of her at awkward angles.

"Uh... um..." said Pixie.

Then there was a deluge. Liquid poured from underneath her skirt on the floor. It sprayed and spat in a wide spread, getting onto the fur on her legs. There was a crackle, than large belchy squelches. A bulge grew outward under her tail and scents of cat's mess burst into the air.

She had a lot of offload, with pee drowning the floor and her bowel eviction going long and loud. It took so long that Pixie came out of the state of petrified shock and more observingly acknowledged the fact that she was completely soiling herself, holding her hands embarrassingly and blushing.

The tinkling slowed and the crackle of defecation silenced.

Pixie tried speaking, "Rand--" she gasped, "Randal-- dog!" Her stuttering was like a broken engine, "I... the _drool!_How could--?"

The slippery sound of wet panties chugging down a pair of legs was heard and then everyone could see Pixie's panties descend from her skirt, soaking wet and full of a big mound of her poop. The panties dropped to the floor with a splash.

Pixie looked down, chuckled loudly and nervously, and reached down to tug them back up around her waist, some turds falling out. "Looks like master needs a changing!"

Holding her panties up with her hands, she waddled away from the living room and towards her bedroom door. Geffa scowled at Randal, "Start cleaning this mess up!" She gestured at Bugsy to follow her and Pixie. Bugsy had a thousand yard stare. It took a few second for Geffa's command to register. With pants still dripping with urine, he climbed over the couch's arm. His jump to the floor was clumsy and he fell on his belly. Getting up without a sound, he followed the dragon and the cat into Pixie's bedroom.

Randal and Todd went to the kitchen to get some paper towels and a garbage bag. Bringing them back to the living room, they cleaned.

Geffa opened the door for Pixie and Pixie walked in grimacing and holding up her panties and trying to not let any of her solid wastes escape them. There was no helping the dripping, though. Bugsy walked in behind them, walking on two legs with his hands held out front almost like a zombie. His gaze was absent and terrified.

Pixie awkwardly stepped into the center of the room. There was a box of garbage bags on a nearby chair, one left from previous incidents from her pets, but this time she was the one that had to dispose of something!

With Pixie holding up her panties, Geffa had to get the garbage bag and lay it on the ground. Pixie stepped into it and let the panties go, hitting the ground with a squelchy, swampy thud.

Geffa scowled, "Don't drop it like that! You'll make a mess even worse!"

Pixie looked up at Geffa, "Oh... sorry."

Bugsy walked up to the two, and just stared at them, like he was paying attention but didn't know what they were actually saying.

"How could you let him do this to you?" said Geffa motioning at Pixie's crapped panties lying in the garbage bag. Pixie lifted the back of her skirt and checked out her rear. It looked nasty enough, "Could you pass me the wet wipes?"

Geffa sighed and reached for the wipes on the dresser. She handed them to Pixie who immediately dropped them to the floor. She reached over and picked one up. While wiping herself she spoke, "He's a dog. I'm a cat. I have a natural fear of him."

"You're his master!" said Geffa, "He's shouldn't be scaring you into," she once again gestured at Pixie's crap-loaded panties on the ground, "this! You should be scaring him!"

"I couldn't help it," said Pixie, "He was so growly and snarly. He had eyes of _fire!_Just look what he did to Bugsy!"

Bugsy had climbed unto the computer desk. There was a cup of pencils and pens so Bugsy helped himself. He picked up a pencil and sat down, chewing on it with beaver gnaws. His vision got more far away.

"Oh great," said Geffa, "He's in nibbling mode!"

Pixie removed her skirt, looked at it, then tossed it across the room into a hamper. After a few more wipes, she stepped out of the garbage bag and pulled it up. After tying a knot, she went to the drawers to get a clean pair of panties and some pants that matched her suit.

"So what do you want me to do?" asked Pixie.

Geffa sighed, "We can't have pets being insolent to their masters. It might come down to... invalidating Randal."

Pixie slipped on the new clothes, "Invalidating?"

"Yes," Geffa nodded. She began to pace around the room, "We might take away all of his intelligence, or maybe transform him into a feral form." She paused, "He can no longer be myumanoid."

Pixie's heart sunk at the suggestion. Bugsy kept on nibbling.

As afternoon pulled in, Bugsy snapped out of his terror-induced trance. He dried his pants and found a new pair of underwear and returned to his normal day. After the scare Randal gave him, though, he was uneasy about messing with any of the house's dogs. Watching TV in Patricia's old room wasn't very entertaining, so he wandered around the house.

It was quiet, although he heard some slapping sounds in the backroom and found Todd casually cranking one out. It would have been a perfect time to tease the desperate little pup but the fright he got earlier humbled him.

Out in the living room, Bugsy saw Randal sitting on the couch, completely still and silent. Bugsy walked up to the couch, head hung low. He hopped up the arm and dropped to the cushions. Randal sat on the other side of the seats, head unturned to Bugsy. Bugsy stepped forward quietly.

"Uh hey Randal," he said, "You feeling better now?"

Randal shifted and turned his head away from Bugsy.

Bugsy chuckled, "I gotta say, Randy. You sure scared the crap outta me! Literally."

Randal said nothing.

Bugsy, uncertain what to do, remained silent. Then a joke came to him, "Guess _I'm_the one that needs adult diapers, huh?"

Randal said nothing. When he walked up and placed a hand on Randal's lap, Bugsy said, "Randal..."

Randal got up, pushing Bugsy hand away from him. He marched out of the room down into the basement. Bugsy watched his mastiff friend vanish and he had never felt so hurt. The raccoon knew it was his fault but could only feel sad.

There was a small room in the back of the house that the landlord used as a storage room, but after shifting around some shelves and cardboard boxes, it made a pretty functional if cramped meeting room for the arbiters of the household. There were a few chairs and a student's desk.

Pixie sat down on a chair while Geffa stood around the room. There wasn't much room to pace among its cool tile floor but she made do with the room she had. Quietly, she thought. The perfect punishment, the perfect punishment...

Pixie tapped her bare foot on the ground, some of her petite claws hitting the tile floor and making a light tapping sound. She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her side. The panel lighting in the ceiling made a large buzzing sound. There was a bad smell in the room too, like a dead mouse. Too long dead for Pixie to take any dining pleasure from it.

She shifted on the seat, her chub rolling up and down her body, "Maybe I could have him talk like a chicken instead? It would be humiliating."

"No!" said Geffa, "It needs to be harsh. Not just because he attacked you, but also to serve as a warning to the others..."

There was a tap at the door. Geffa opened it and at the bottom was Bugsy. He looked up, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," said Geffa. She turned to Pixie, "You have to make the final choice, but you can't go easy on him. It's either total mental ferality or castration."

Bugsy tried to not let that word get to him. He hopped up on the desk, addressed both ladies and said, "So I'm thinkin' you're figuring out what you're going to do with Randal out there?"

Geffa nodded, "Yes. He needs to be punished but Pixie only wants to make him fatter or make him droolier or make him wet the bed every night."

Bugsy nodded, "That's a peach." He paused and held his hands nervously, "Here's the thing, uh, maybe... don't punish him?"

Geffa's eyes lit up. Her brow dug down into the base of her snout like an avalanche, "What?"

Bugsy stepped back a little, "Y-you heard me. Don't give him a punishment. In fact," he grabbed his tail and caressed its fur, "you give him a non-punishment. An anti-punishment."

"An anti-punishment" said Pixie.

"What I mean is," said Bugsy, "lay off, ok? Go easy on the kid. I mean, _all of them._They're losing their fucking minds with this pet business and they can't take it anymore! Let them talk and read again! Let 'em where clothes! Don't make them sleep outside and for fuck sakes let them use a goddamn toilet!"

Geffa grabbed Bugsy's collar, "You're the one that wanted them for this project in the first place!"

"I-I know!" said Bugsy, "I know what the project is about, but you don't need to inflict psychological torture on them."

Geffa tossed Bugsy on his butt and paced around the room some more. Pixie spoke up, "But what's the point of them being pets if they can talk like us? Wear clothes like us?"

"What pet things are they going to do if Pixie revokes their restrictions?" asked Geffa.

Bugsy shrugged, "Iunno. Get them to grab the morning paper? Play fetch?"

Geffa sighed and leaned up against a stack of cardboard boxes, sighing loudly. He rubbed her forehead with her clawed hand, slowly. Bugsy eyed the two of them. Pixie's expression was discontent, but it softened with her frown fading and her eyes relaxing. She then grinned, "Alright, I'll revoke their restrictions."

Bugsy smiled with his little fangs for everyone to see. The three of them discussed some details and after an agreement was found they turned off the light and went out into the hall.

Geffa and Pixie set up four chairs in the middle of the living room. They called the four dogs to the living room. None of them were excited to be called for a family meeting but Randal was very worried. He approached slowly from the back room, looking in all sorts of directions for a possibly escape route.

Bugsy was happy that Randal's punishments were going to be lifted but if Randal was so scared he was about to be punished even further that he crapped himself, Bugsy would have found that funny.

Pixie pointed at the chairs, "Sit down, pets."

The four of them found a seat. They looked at each other, uncomfortably. Their naked forms seated on the living room chairs like a Swedish porno film, except that they were dog-people which wasn't common in myuman pornography.

Bugsy perched himself on the table by the kitchen window. There was a bowl of cashews so he picked one up and began munching. Geffa and Pixie stood before the quartet of dogs and fish.

Pixie grinned warmly and snapped her fingers, "You may all speak."

Randal blinked, "Really?" He held his chest, "Wait! I can speak again?"

"I can talk?" said Elizabeth, "I can talk again! Oh thank god!"

"Tit tit tit ass ass ass," said Todd. He looked over at Patricia, "How about you Patricia?"

The fish girl looked back at them, but all that came out was, "Glub?"

Randal looked at Pixie, "Why can't she talk?"

"She's probably still in shock," said Geffa, looking at the fish girl, "Because the transformation and feeding and the like. She'll recover sooner or later..." Geffa turned to the rest, "And with that," she snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the pets were wearing clothes again!

Randal was in a teal button-up T-shirt and brown corduroy pants. Elizabeth had a white cutoff top with a red jacket overtop and a pair of cropped pants. Todd had a green hoody with dusty brown cargo shorts, and Patricia, the chubbiest and fishiest of them all, she had a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

It felt weird to be wearing clothes again, for everyone, but there was a feeling of control and comfort in not having to show off your junk every minute of the day. Elizabeth stretched out her legs and fanned her clawed toes. Patricia pinched at her jeans and peeled them out as much as her flabby legs would give.

"You won't be sleeping outside anymore," said Pixie, before leering an eye on all of them, "Unless you are bad. Then you're in the doghouse."

There was a giggle among them. Geffa's expression grew stern, "You still aren't getting your rooms back, but we will rearrange the basement so that there's a sleeping place for you with regular myuman beds."

Pixie nodded at Geffa, "That's right. And we'll install a bathroom and shower down in the basement too. You pets can use the toilets again!"

There was a sigh of relief from everyone, but saying anything would have felt awkward. They kept quiet, and let the blessing be.

"So we won't have to act like dogs anymore?" asked Todd.

Pixie brought a fingerclaw to her chin, "I'm still forcing you to eat out of doggy bowls. After all, you are all dogs," she peered over to Patricia in all her fishy glory, "Except for one."

Pixie approached and Patricia looked up, nervous of what Pixie was going to do. Pixie looked over at Geffa, "Hey Geffa, could you make her a Great Dane?"

With all the heart and fluster of a high school goth girl, Geffa shot a beam at Patricia. The fish didn't even have time to brace herself. The beam hit her and her form was overcome by light. It grew bigger, and when Patricia came out of it, she was a Great Dane.

Patricia's weight leaned into her new form comfortably, with her flabby curves regressing enough to take her out of the 'obese' category. She was also taller, over six feet.

"That's much better," said Pixie, "Four dogs!"

Patricia was silent but a wet spot grew on her jeans and a puddle entrenched down her seat. There were wet spots on the bottom of her thighs and then liquid emerged and went over the edge of her chair. It was the dripping that got everyone's attention, including Patricia who looked down and realized what she was doing.

Bugsy stifled a laugh this time. Geffa smirked. Elizabeth smiled. A big dog's worth of urine hit the floor.

Pixie frowned, "You did that on purpose!"

Patricia held her legs together and whimpered, looking away shyly.

Bugsy chomped down another cashew, "I know I've made jokes about it but your friend might actually need adult diapers."

Pixie sighed and offered a hand, "Come on, let's you cleaned up."

Patricia took Pixie's hand and rose from the chair. Leaks dripped from her jeans and onto the chair and floor. It was best to just ignore it and head to Pixie's room to clean up. The other pets were left to wipe down the mess.

There was a new energy in the house. With so many degrading restrictions lifted, living in the house stopped feeling like being held prisoner and started feeling like living although Randal knew this was still captivity. They weren't the masters of the house, and they were still trapped in non-myuman bodies.

Pixie and Geffa got distracted with chatting with the neighbors. The house beside them had a situation where a both a hamster and a budgie were uplifted when a darkness invaded the home and turned the whole family into animals, including the two teenage children. Pixie and Geffa sat in the backyard outside with the neighbors and talked.

When Bugsy left to get a pack of cigarettes, Elizabeth saw an opportunity. She gathered everyone in the basement and made sure no one was around. Randal, Todd, and Patricia flocked to the back corner of the basement and descended behind an unfinished wall where no one could peak in from the window by the stairs.

"So now that we can talk again," said Elizabeth, "Mind explaining some things?"

"Uhhh," said Randal, "Like what?"

"Like who they are and where they came from?" said Elizabeth, "I can tell they know who you are. You did stuff with them!"

Todd patted Randal on the back, "Randal fights demons and shit!"

"What?" said Elizabeth.

Patricia couldn't talk but was coherent. She knew what they were talking about.

"I didn't fight demons," said Randal, "They exagerate. I helped fight them. It's gotten intense but I'm not a Van Helsing."

"So_you_brought them here?" said Elizabeth.

"I..." Randal rubbed the back of his head, "I guess."

"What are we gonna do, Randal?" said Elizabeth. She motioned at herself, "We're _dogs!_How are we going to get back to being myumans?"

Randal shrugged, "I... I don't know. I don't think this is something we can fight. Geffa looks like she could erase us from existence with a snap of her fingers!" he paused, "She probably could!"

Elizabeth sighed and she dropped on a nearby chair, "So what are we supposed to do? Just be dogs for the rest of our lives? We can't live that way."

Randal noticed something about the way Elizabeth voice sounded. She sounded myuman, which was obvious but with it brought a new dynamic. Randal had spent the last couple weeks sticking his cock into her with abandon and now neither he or she were the senseless animal that they were while they were suppressed to talk.

"What if we could?" said Randal, "What if we had to?"

"I could be a dog," said Todd, "I'd rather be a jaguar though. They run so fast!"

"You fight demons?" said Elizabeth to Randal, "Does that mean you can kill them or break this... magic?"

Randal had to stop for a minute and explain to Elizabeth what exactly he did before getting turned into a dog, hinting at some of the 'troubles' he had doing such scary, dangerous work. Randal emphasized how much he doesn't know and how little Bugsy and the other characters he met didn't tell him.

Elizabeth sighed but said nothing.

There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Pixie's voice called out, "What are you guys doing? Are you down here?"

Elizabeth's eyes lit up. She reached and pulled her top down, letting out her tits (with bra still on). She looked back at Patricia and pulled up her shirt to her breasts, then pushed Todd down onto her.

"We're just making out!" said Elizabeth.

She held Randal close and the two began kissing but it was awkward. Their snouts kept bumping into each other and there was no zing to their kisses. Although the makeout was performative, there should have been some real heat to it. Randal opened his eyes for a sec and looked into the face of his canine roommate. He couldn't have been more flacid. Elizabeth wasn't any more steamy.

Pixie came around the corner and saw them going at it. He didn't detect the lack of chemistry between Randal and Elizabeth and she saw Todd and Patricia enjoying themselves. She smiled, "Dogs will be dogs!"

Elizabeth smiled nervously and chuckled, "That's... right!"

Pixie left them alone and the makeout continued until she was upstairs. Once Pixie was gone, Randal and Elizabeth's tongue twisting ended. They looked at each other confusedly and frustratingly. They looked at Todd and Patricia enjoying themselves, felt out of place, and quietly exited that small discrete place behind the unfinished wall. Without a word, they went their own ways.

Later in the evening while Geffa had things to do elsewhere, the house was bundled in the living room. A few of them were watching TV. Patricia, Randal and Pixie sat on the couch and enjoyed themselves. Randal kept looking over at Patricia's lap to see if she had peed herself but she was keeping continent that evening.

The sitcom they were watching was enjoyable. Bugsy had the most commentary and it was often profane and mean-spirited, but nobody minded it that much.

Randal picked a chip from Pixie's bag and chomped down on it with a big crunch. It wasn't a mealtime food so Pixie allowed him eating it without a dogbowl. He snacked down on another and some crumbs went unnoticed on his shirt. Pixie giggled and reached over to brush off his shirt.

He giggled, "Hey, my belly's ticklish!"

Pixie grinned and gave it a light tickle.

Randal giggled again, "Stoooop!"

Pixie gave a baudy smile with her teeth digging into her lip and began rubbing Randal's belly in circles. Randal's giggling turned into panting as a big smile came over his face, tongue sticking out. Slowly his arms raised up in front of him. He panted hard and drool began to drip onto himself and the couch.

He couldn't stop himself. The rubbing didn't just feel good, it felt intoxicating. He could feel his body leave itself. Every muscle relaxed and joined a transcendental groove. His panting got loud, huffing and drooling. He stared into space and it was like the TV in front of him melted in an endless ocean of fantastic light.

Pixie kept the rubbing up. Randal could see into the edges of space. He saw distances immeasurably by myumankind. He saw into a dimension of rage and hope. His mind knew the answer and began to regress. All that was worth knowing was in the bellyrub, and so his mind began to eject all other things.

And then Pixie stopped rubbing.

Randal came out of his trance to hear a crowd of chuckles and laughter. That's when he noticed a feeling of warm wetness in his lap. He saw his pants were soaked and he was sitting in a pool of liquid, and the motion of simply leaning over a bit moved his butt cheeks enough to realize there was a load of mush in his underwear, mostly going across both cheeks.

It was obvious what he had done. He bit his lip rubbed his feet together nervously.

"You relaxed him so much he pissed all over himself!" said Todd.

Pixie giggled and looked at the puddle he made, "He must have really enjoyed it!"

Patricia shifted away from Randal, hoping not to get peed on. Elizabeth looked onward to Randal, feeling empathy for his accident.

Randal was embarrassed but between him having an accident before, this being the first time in awhile, and his housemates doing it themselves on that very day, he couldn't be too mortified. It was his turn, it seemed. He put a hand to his cheek and giggled, "I didn't just piss..."

Pixie leaned forward with an alluring gaze. She turned downward and rubbed and hand down Randal's wet groin. She grinned, "Yes you did." She looked back up and leaned close to Randal's face, "We better get you into my room so I can change you..."

Pixie got up and took Randal by the hand and got him on his feet. As he came out of the puddle, urine dripped off his pants onto the seat and floor. There was no helping it, so Pixie lead him to her room, dripping onto the carpet every step of the way. Elizabeth and Patricia were left to clean the mess.

It was the usual for Randal, although this was the first time he had to be changed by Pixie.

Pixie looked at Randal's pants. The wet stains went down his legs pretty far. She didn't think he wanted to save those pants. There was a box of garbage bags on a chair that she started thinking was to become a staple of her room as her pets had a lot of accidents. She put the garbage bag on the floor.

"Ok," she said, "step onto the bag."

Randal did. Pixie squatted down and pinched out a fold of Randal's peed pants, "These look like they can be trashed."

Randal grimaced and nodded, "Yep, I think I ruined them. I can feel the poop going down the sides."

Pixie smiled up at Randal, "I think we're about even for scaring me earlier."

Randal chuckled, "Yeah..."

Pixie leaned in close and felt Randal's backside, "I made a bigger mess than you, though."

Randal bit his lip and chuckled, "Really?"

Pixie rubbed a hand down his pant leg, "In the end, we are both animals and we both did this."

Pixie stood up and leaned into Randal. Taking his cheeks, she leaned in and kissed him. It was weird to be standing in pissed pants and making out with a girl, but that was Randal's life now. He took her and rubbed his hands on her ass. A hard dick hit the front of wet pants.

"Ok," said Pixie, "Drop them."

Randal pulled down his pants and underwear, not caring about any product falling out. Pixie fetched some wet wipes and came behind Randal to wipe him down. It took a few to get the job done but soon Randal was clean. The wiping motion, especially around his butt and balls, made him a bit firm though.

Once Randal was all clean he stepped out of the bag and Pixie ran off to toss it in the backroom.

When she came back, Randal was standing there pantsless. He spoke, "Where do I get a new pair of pants and underwear?"

Pixie grinned and strutted over, "Not so fast. Let's chill out for a minute."

Pixie walked a few steps closer and then reached around her waist and unbuckled her pants. She dropped them and let out her bare sex. As she got close, Randal started getting hard. His cock quietly climbed up.

Pixie put a hand on his butt, "It's been awhile since I've gotten to play with my dog."

She leaned in to kiss him and they smacked her lips together, with Randal having trouble not drooling. His cock smacked against Pixie's thigh and even jumped up and hit her cooch once. Randal grabbed Pixie's ass. It was so broad and soft. He let his fingers sink into her flesh, much deeper than she could do to his ass.

Pixie fell back against the drawers. She slapped Randal's cock lightly and spread her legs out, lifting her jacket up a bit so her sex was in plain sight. Randal took her shoulders and pushed himself in. Pixie moaned as his big doggy train entered her tunnel. She took his waist and spread out her legs a little more and Randal began thrusting.

Pixie's ass rubbed up and down the drawers. She stood on her tippy toes as the stud of a mastiff stared her down. It was pure pleasure but neither cracked a smile. They both groaned and moaned with their faces overcome with physical exertion. Their breathing was heavy and loud.

Pixie joined in the drooling to. She was the master of the household but getting drilled up your sex quarters was enough to make anyone sloppy. Her tail crept along the drawers turning and pressing against the corner. She took one hand off of Randal's thigh and onto the other side of the dresser, pulling it towards her and pushing into the boards as best she could from that awkward angle.

Randal's belly rubbed up against the softer and lusher form of Pixie's. Every charge into her vag was a bump into her torso. He felt a hand down her breasts. He cleaved a hole in her cleavage. He leaned forward to nuzzle into her top and feel the soft fur of her chest against his nose.

Pixie could feel it coming. A few more thrusts, another look at the drooly dog in front of her, and her animal instincts took over and unleashed a nova out of her body. She moaned and clawed into the drawers. She pulled up a leg and dug the heel of her other into the carpet below. Wetness dripped from her skirt.

Randal growled and bit down on his lip hard. He moaned and his dick started to fire. His thrusts got wild and manic, with jism falling from the attachment point and onto the ground, falling on Randal's legs and Pixie's foot.

They moaned and let their fluids escape them in pure animal pleasure. After they were all emptied out, Randal left her privates. Pixie collapsed against the drawers and Randal fell to the floor, where the carpet was a little damp from his cleanup earlier.

They sat down, breathing heavily but knowing there was no point in cleaning up because round two was coming soon.

When he saw Pixie taking off her jacket and shirt, Randal took off his. The two looked at each other-- two naked animal people with each their weight problem. Randal saw Pixie's soft curves and picked up his cock. He choked it with its wet slaps spritzing cum on the floor. His balls bounced at the sight of his feline master.

Pixie took off her bra and got up. She walked over to Randal, pointing at the bed, "Shift over this way, would you?"

Randal scooched over against the bed frame and leaned back. Pixie turned her butt towards him, tail curling in the air, and sat her big butt down on his lap. She looked down and saw Randal's huge erect cock lifting up into her vulva. It pressed against it and she could feel the dick's blood flowing like the core or of the earth.

She injected it into her and pushed out her legs to lift herself up and down. Randal spread out his legs to and grabbed her chubby waist. She rode him and the two of them gave breathy moans. Her vulva rubbed and rode the sides of his cock, coating there sexes in the fluid.

Pixie's claws dug into the carpet and her fat jiggled with every bounce. She rode him slow and sensual. She took a hand down to his balls and caressed them. Her leg twitched and rubbed up against his. She let a few strands of drool escape her and hit the carpet below. Her tail rubbed against Randal's side.

A climax was coming so the thrusting and bouncing got faster and harder. Pixie tugged her legs back forth to give the rutting some angle with the lifting and lowering. Another orgasm hit and juices flowed onto Randal's lap and balls. Pixie's ass got sticky with their jizz.

The third time Pixie sat at the edge of the bed and spread out her legs, exposing her cooch. Randal walked up and slapped her groin with his tip. He was just a little too tall to mount her comfortably so he spread his legs out and lowered himself so that their junk were level. He entered her and thrusting. It was a little awkward with his legs spread out like that but it made his butt cheeks feel good!

Pixie held Randal's arms close and Randal took hold of Pixie's waist. He looked down at his feline master. Her euphoric drooly face was intoxicating to look at her. Her round breasts and flabby stomach were like a hill of sexy. He focused on her belly button and the ribbons of fat that surrounded it. He moved a hand onto that mound. It's soft embrace was overwhelming, and the two shared another nut.

Pixie crawled on the bed, swatted the pillows off onto the floor to give her some room, and presented herself on her hands and knees with her ass facing Randal. Randal climbed up on the bed and climbed over Pixie, launching his rod into her. He humped and Pixie grabbed at the bedsheets, biting her lip and moaning with a drunken smile.

Randal couldn't help it. Doggy style was too hot. He drooled into Pixie's hair, but the cat couldn't care. She was letting her fluids out everywhere and making the bed and floor a mess zone. She drooled on the bed, her sheets having little marks where her mouth decided to drop bombs.

He humped faster and harder, grunting like a beast until his climax came over him. He thrusted his head into the air and howled loudly! He barked and howled as he wildly banged the back of his feline master! Jizz burst out of Pixie's vagina and splashed all over the bed. Randal howled loudly, with strands of drool going down his chin.

That wasn't enough for him and Pixie knew it. After a cooldown, Pixie presented herself again and they went back at it. More doggystyle. Randal felt like his cock was going to get so long and hard he'd have to cart it around for the rest of his doggy life. Pixie meowed. She meowed so hard and deep it was almost like she was crying. She heaved out heavily as another climax hit and they both squished out more fluids.

The bed had a pool of their jizz.

Randal and Pixie didn't mind to lay in it. They too were covered in wetness. They laid there panted heavily, staring at each other. They smiled. Their body shook with exhausted pleasure.

Randal peeked at Pixie's vag. It was so perfectly bumped and shaped. He got hard again. He took his cock and started cranking. Pixie watched, not doing much but enjoying the show. He beated his meat taking glances into her eyes before moving back down to her sex zone.

He wanted it so bad, and he came, shooting seed all over Pixie. Pixie was happy to have his semen all over her belly and cooch. More whips of white all over her body. He finished jizzing all over Pixie and bed and dropped his cock.

They gave each other a look and chuckled.

"You're sleeping in the doghouse tonight," said Pixie, "As punishment."

Randal huffed and grinned, "Fair enough."