FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Grape thought it was cute when he acted oblivious. No matter how much she stole glances down, Peanut would look at her eyes when she spoke. He wasn't the type to address her hints until they were right under his snout, preferably with her tail raised up. Peanut pointed, grabbing a costume off the rack. She snuck her tail behind him, flicking it over his shoulders.

"Did you want to stick to a theme this year?" Peanut asked. The dog looked back. "Tarot said she was fine with whatever."

Grape followed his gaze. "Do you think she's actually fine with it? Or should I go ask?"

Peanut's eyes went distant. She used the opportunity to peek down again. Maybe he was more aroused than he let on. It would have been almost impossible to miss her scent lately, even across species lines.

"I think she was mostly paying attention," Peanut said.

The cat snorted. "That's good."

They wandered further in. Tarot still hung back. She rolled a small ladder across the floor. She couldn't use magic to bring the costumes down to her, or at least chose not to. Grape wasn't exactly sure what her powers still were.

But Peanut led her further into the store, looking over everything all at once. He stood high and crouched low. He didn't have the same constant, mad-dog energy he had when they were younger, but there were times that an overabundance of sensory input brought it all out in him again.

With the party only a couple nights away, the store had been thoroughly picked over. Items laid strewn across the floor, and it was rare to see more than one costume on any given rack. But this was when Kat Kostumes started discounting their items. Peanut leaned down, picking something off the floor. Tail wagging, balls rocking between his legs, his creamy fur was like soft pillows.

Grape's urges rushed through her. Her insides tensed and made her squirm. Her tail raised without permission, and she shoved it down. She wanted to hold on until she got home. Max said he'd meet up later. He'd relish the chance to make her come harder than Peanut. She blinked out of her daze, no longer feeling Peanut's hot breath on her neck or Max's hips pressing up against hers.

Grape spotted a lady walking out of a back door. A hot-pink flamingo costume got caught between the door and its frame. It put an idea in her head that refused to be silenced. She grabbed Peanut's wrist.

"Hey, that door's open. Do you think we can get a quickie in before we go home?"

"You guys finding anything?" Tarot said behind her.

"Mrra!"

Grape jumped, hands behind her back. "Yeah, we were just looking at--this Peter Pan costume."

Tarot tilted her head to the side. Grape forced a smile. "Wait," Peanut said, "did you say you wanted to--?"

"No, never mind!" Grape said.

"If you're Peter Pan, would Peanut be your Captain Hook, chasing after you for the longest time?" Tarot teased.

"But wouldn't Grape make a good Captain?" Peanut asked.

"Yeah, sure," Grape mumbled.

Tarot stared at Grape a little while longer. The magic in Tarot's eyes seemed able to gaze into the contents of her soul. Grape became much more interested in the label of the Peter Pan costume, trying not to glance up. The pomeranian laughed. "I heard what you said, Grape. If you needed some relief, I'm not gonna stop you."

Grape blushed. "You're fine if I-no! I was being silly! I can wait till later."

Tarot glanced down at her crotch. Being much shorter than Grape or Peanut meant it wasn't hard to get the picture. Her fur was inflamed. Not quite dripping, but noticeably a darker shade of purple.

The feline didn't cover her crotch, only crossing her arms. "I was being heat-crazy. I don't have to steal your boyfriend away in a Kat Kostumes," Grape said.

"I'm your boyfriend too!" Peanut said.

"I know you're my boyfriend too!" Grape groaned. She looked to see if anyone heard them.

Tarot stood firm. "Just take him back there and do the deed. I'll stall if they try to go back there."

"Oh, thanks Tarot! I can do you later tonight if you want," Peanut said.

"I want." Tarot smirked.

The horny in Grape's brain made it difficult to argue. Her eye twitched, and she shook herself. "Peanut, are you sure you want to have sex on the floor of a-"

Peanut nodded. "Yeah. I'm not crazy. You smell amazing."

"Okay, come with me."

Grape grabbed his arm and pulled him along towards the back door. He went to full attention, looking around. Only the tips of his ears remained flopped over. Then she opened the door, and they disappeared.

Only seconds later, Grape squeaked. The pomeranian wandered around the back of the store, looking at tacky costume after costume. Nothing spoke to her, not with Grape and Peanut moaning in the back.

The human worker was walking around again. It wasn't an especially fast stride, so Tarot only watched her from the corner of her eye. But after making a half-hearted attempt at putting items back on shelves, she was still winding her way toward the back. Tarot perked up. The girl towered over Tarot. Her only prominent feature was her frizzy hair that bounced when she walked.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me find something?" Tarot said.

"Oh, no problem! What are you looking for?" the girl said.

Tarot tried not to pause. She had to pick something common enough to not raise suspicion, but still not have any chance of being sold here.

"Do you have any... costumes of... the seven dwarfs from Snow White?"

"Snow White costumes?" the girl confirmed.

"No, the dwarfs?"

"Hmm... that's a tricky one. Maybe not specifically, but we can look for other little people costumes!"

Tarot did her best to look disappointed by this revelation. She couldn't make her ears fall; they were in a perpetual state of being half-bent. She held her paws in front of her and swayed back and forth. "Well, I guess. I really had my sights set on Dopey."

"Aww, you precious thing. Let's take a look."

The human led her dangerously close to the panting breaths of Peanut. But they rounded another corner and were surrounded by classic princess costumes, most of the shelves stripped by man and animal.

"Well, it looks like no more Snow White... but you didn't want her anyway. And we don't have Doc, Bashful, Sleepy, Happy..."

"That's too bad," Tarot said.

"Huh! You're one lucky dog! We actually have exactly what you're looking for!"

"...What?"

"Here you go!"

The girl knelt down and handed Tarot the costume: a purple felt hat and a lime green robe. Tarot's lips parted, staring at it. When she looked up, the human was gone, walking towards the back door.

"Hey, wait!" Tarot called. "I think I changed my mind!"

"Just a second! Do you hear that?"

The girl rushed through the door. Tarot grit her teeth and pulled down her ears, but it didn't help. The girl shrieked.

"Heavens above! What are you doing to that cat?!"

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Grape shuffled through a bin of old Halloween junk. Their adoptive human parents had saved a lot of hers and Peanut's old costumes, from the firefighting uniforms they wore their first Halloween together to last year's Nick and Judy getups. It was possible that with enough supplies and ingenuity, they could still pull off new costumes before the party.

But the phone rang upstairs. She went to go pick it up, not in any particular rush. Peanut wasn't getting to it first.

"Hey," Grape said, a paw on her waist.

"Yeah, hi," Tarot said. "I guess I should say sorry for yesterday. I didn't get a chance to say what happened."

"Well, we got caught," the cat retorted.

"Look, I slowed the girl down as long as I could, but then she heard you guys. What was taking you so long anyway?"

"I guess I shouldn't blame you," Grape sighed. "I kinda... made things take longer than they needed to."

Tarot paused on the other end of the line. "No way."

"Yeah," Grape laughed. "Knots are really growing on me. In me. And, you know, especially lately."

"I know the feeling," Tarot said. Her smile faded. "So where is Peanut?"

"Peanut's... not here. I don't think he took it well. Can you imagine if they called in the police dogs? All the pets would never leave that alone."

A wave of selfishness hit Tarot. She wanted to ask Peanut to come over, possibly to help her take her own edge off. He did promise he would.

"Do you think he blames me?" Grape asked.

Tarot didn't respond in time.

"Oh, thanks!" Grape hissed.

"No! I mean no," Tarot said. "At least, he shouldn't."

"I just hope he doesn't write off sex or something."

"Yeah," the pomeranian agreed. "I don't think Max could keep up with both of us."

Grape grinned. "Oh, you and Maxie, huh?"

"Oh be quiet! I'll see you tomorrow."

Tarot slid down on the touchscreen to hang up. It had taken some getting used to, but she couldn't manage making calls with magical means anymore. She had her crystal, but the spirits didn't appreciate being used like that for too long. Though ending the call earlier in the conversation would have helped her avoid some hard truths.

She left the privacy of her room. The house she shared with her mentor Sabrina already had a permanent Halloween aesthetic in her eyes. The walls were as ruddy as the floor, and there was never much light making its way past the heavy drapes. Gothic lamps failed to counteract this darkness, often dim or flickering. But Sabrina and her boyfriend Fido had gone through and hung cobwebs from the corners of the ceilings. Plastic spiders dangled from railings and around corners. Beads shaped like bones hung over Sabrina's door. Her door was closed, but light shone through in a thin line on the carpet.

Tarot went down to the study. Bookshelves went from floor to ceiling: totally impractical given her dimensions. Thankfully, the section she wanted was near her feet. She poked her finger over a row of books, bending to read their titles. "Fornication with Flim Flam... no. Everything on Eroticism Enchantments, Divination and Debauchery, no... There it is."

She pulled out Canine Charms, Coitus, and Conversions: a surprisingly hefty title given its specificity. Paging through, she found the section on conversions and read through the titles.

It seemed like there was one for everything: every possible species a driven dog could wish to become. Skipping ahead, she muttered out a swear when it went right from Vampire Bats to Yaks. Drumming her short fingers against the back of the book, she went back several pages.

Tarot's eyes lit up when she found her desires right there on the page. She sat down in a cozy armchair and read the entry in full. Any deviation from what was written usually had unwanted results, often catastrophic. The trouble was, everything wasn't always written. At several full pages long, the text appeared to be thorough enough. She sighed, stood, and headed into the kitchen.

Brewing potions wasn't what it used to be. Gone were the days of campfires and big cast-iron cauldrons. They also made it difficult to make a single-serving anyway. Tarot found a worn-out pot and her step ladder.

Most of the ingredients were common enough in any respectable witch's kitchen. For a couple, she had to venture around the house. The Concentrated Moon Dust was hidden under a layer of regular dust in the attic. Then she got to one item that made her frown. "Canine Essence" came up a lot in the other transformative canine potions, and she thought a simple tuft of her fur would suffice. But a footnote she had missed described that "for greatest success, essence is best derived from the spirit of a male."

"Spirits?" Tarot asked the book. It didn't answer with any urgency. Or at all. Grumbling, she left the kitchen. She pushed aside the beads and entered Sabrina's room.

"Sab, do you have any idea what-"

The lights were almost completely out. One lamp revealed the black cat, but then as her eyes adjusted, also Fido. The canine was on top of her, looking straight at Tarot. Tarot thought she spotted his dick peeping out of his sheath.

"Can it wait?" Sabrina said.

Tarot stood there, lost in thought. "Oohhh. 'Spirit of a male' must mean ejaculate!"

"Tarot, what the heck are you talking about?" Fido huffed. He got off of Sabrina and covered himself with a paw.

The pom peered around the room, looking for a suitable container. "Sabrina, can you get him to go off in something? I need it for a potion."

Sabrina gave a long groan, flopping down on the bed. "Thanks."

"What?!" Tarot said.

"Don't 'what' me! You killed the mood! I'm not helping you with whatever your perverted project is."

"It's not perverted. It's-look, maybe it's a bit on the ridiculous side, but I thought that Peanut would like it!"

Fido interrupted Sabrina before she could get a word in. "Well you have me hooked. Why do you need my cum for that?"

"Potion," Tarot said.

Sabrina's gaze narrowed in, flipping around onto her belly. "What potion exactly?"

"Ephemeral... Lycanthropy. For Halloween. And, you know."

Tarot shuffled in place, looking down to hide her blush.

"Now it's starting to make sense," Sabrina smiled. She propped her head up on her paws. "Things not so hot in the bedroom lately?"

"They're great, thanks!" Tarot cried.

"Then what do you need the werewolf potion for?" Fido said.

"Look, there was an incident. I'm worried that Peanut might be taking it badly. I just want to do something exciting for Halloween." Tarot crossed her arms, looking down again. "You know, for Peanut."

Sabrina wasn't used to Tarot looking so down, or so forthcoming. An idea crossed her mind. She rolled towards Fido, still covering himself. She put a paw over his paws, pressing down on his dick. "If you want to get his essence so bad, why not get it yourself? We were looking to spice things up anyway."

"Isn't she only mating Peanut?" Fido said.

"Well, she told me she's kind of in an open relationship with Grape and Max now."

"Huh. More cat lovers."

"Hold on! It's not wide open," Tarot said. "It was opened just enough to let Grape date Peanut. Sort of."

"Well I sure hope that Fido doesn't want to date you," Sabrina said, giving her boyfriend the side-eye. "It's just casual sex. You can handle that, right Ms. Werewolf?"

Tarot scowled. Sabrina teasing her-her mentor-irritated her to no end. But with Peanut missing, seeing Fido offered to her on a platter had its appeal.

"I guess," Tarot said, lips scrunching together. "Fido, do you even want to snuggle?"

"Uhhhh." Fido tilted his head up. Sabrina stared at him, lamp illuminating only her eyes. She gave a tiny nod. "Yeah," he said. "That could be fun."

"Erm, okay! Okay, one second. You two probably don't keep protection."

"Haven't had puppies yet," Sabrina said.

"Puppies," Tarot said dismissively. She stood by the doorway another few seconds before shaking herself out of a daze and going back to her own room.

"You don't have to act like it's not exciting," Sabrina whispered.

"Sabby, it's been a long time since I've been with someone else. And Tarot of all dogs?" Fido shook his head.

"You're nervous?"

"I'm going to try to show her a good time, but I'm worried it's going to be really, really awkward."

Tarot found the condoms. She hoped that Peanut's would even fit Fido. She had no idea what to expect. Sometimes, Tarot would hear Fido and Sabrina going at it, and it'd sound intense on Sabrina's end. Fido might treat her the same way.

Tarot paused after ripping off the outer foil package. She put two pawtips on either side of her pussy. She sniffed with irritation. If Sabrina wanted to tease her about this, she could fire right back at her.

Tarot strolled back into Sabrina's room. The door stood open for her now. Sabrina rubbed Fido's sheath, kissing him. The dog's brown fur reminded her of Peanut if Peanut didn't have his adorable white underbelly. Fido's dick seemed even more familiar: several inches of red peaking free of a fuzzy sheath.

"Are you getting him ready for me?" Tarot asked.

"If you're ready," Sabrina sang.

"I think so."

To Tarot's relief, Sabrina didn't have something to say back. The feline stopped groping Fido as Tarot crawled up between his legs. She took hold of Fido. She squeezed his warm flesh where it bulged. Licking her lips, Tarot got her head down to him, sniffing a new male. Fido stared back at her, blushing as his erection grew.

"Peanut really likes this stuff. And I think you're smaller, so this should be easier."

"I'm not--" Fido complained, tensing up, his toes curling on either side of her.

Her tongue dragged along, smooth, conforming to his flesh. With one lick, she had his underside coated. Each lick pressed up his meat, going until she rolled her tongue over his tip. His tip leaked, each drip being caught with the final inch of her tongue. His paws went out in search of something to hold onto. One found Sabrina and the other found sheets. Sheets were cool in comparison to the canine's tongue bath. He wouldn't be used to her smooth kiss, just like Max hadn't been. But Sabrina kept him distracted, tugging on his shoulder and making out with him. Their tongues danced. Fido gasped for breath, twitching and twitching.

"Tarot, want me to do you too?" Fido breathed. "I'm good to go."

The pom lifted her muzzle, panting hot air over him. When she brought her tongue back inside her mouth, she made a confused expression. "Oh, no. I'm good," she said. "Just stay there, Fido."

"...Okay."

Tarot unwrapped the condom and unrolled it down the dog. Sabrina blinked several times. "Going right for it, huh?" she said.

Trying not to hesitate, the smaller dog climbed on top of Fido's lap. She couldn't stop thinking about Peanut, so exposed on top of Fido. Peanut kept her close, offered assurances at her most vulnerable. Tarot powered through. Her labia rubbed on the tip of his cock, narrowing herself in. Her flesh pulsed, pushed apart, being pulled pleasantly tight. Peanut didn't feel like this, but she couldn't place what was different. Fido was just as warm, filling her with a distinctly canine shape. Maybe he was wider near the top, stretching her more. She didn't stop working her way down until she was able to sit on him. She moaned, tail fluttering, courage building in line with their arousal.

"I just need you to cum for me," Tarot breathed. "Can you do that, Fido?"

Fido grunted. "That's not going to be a problem."

"Then hold my hips like Peanut does. Don't let me slip off."

He met her gaze. "Y-yeah okay."

The police dog had the strength and experience to keep her steady. He panted, watching her move. Tarot bounced, chin raised, eyes closed. Her silky fur shook along with the ride, something for Fido to appreciate, or dig his paws into.

Tarot leaned forward, putting some weight on his shoulders. She rocked her butt down. Slowly he swelled, preventing her from taking him in steady humps. Every thrust made it harder to stretch her lips around the lobes of his knot. It sent sparks through her, feeling herself wrapping around the back of his knot, her vulva pressed against his sheath. Just as quickly, she pulled off to take him again.

Sabrina watched. She didn't look too much at Tarot, besides the way she made her boyfriend's dick disappear. Instead, she looked at Fido. The way he panted, the way he grunted when Tarot fell to his lap. Fido had talked about the way canines locked together, tying in heat and cum. Rubbing her clit, she bucked her hips up against her fingers. She groaned and stood.

"Fidy, I'm going to sit on your face, okay?"

"Right now?" Fido panted.

Tarot sat back on Fido as the black cat forced herself between them. Sabrina came eye to eye with her. Fido disappeared from view. It only took a second before Sabrina gasped, feeling the first licks of his tongue over her entire pussy. The shock of the pleasure almost made her fall. But Sabrina still stared at her roommate through the red haze.

"You made it weird," Tarot complained, turning her head away.

She grinned. "Oh, don't stop! Ride my boyfriend. You look great."

"My legs are tired."

"Hold onto me!"

Tarot squinted at her in the dark.

"Don't be shy now," Sabrina insisted. Fido's tongue appeared and vanished from view, audibly wrapping over Sabrina's mound, making her wiggle her hips.

The pom sniffed indignantly but put her paws on Sabrina's sides. Sabrina was warm. Tarot tensed her thighs, sliding slowly up. Thick arousal drooled over Fido's shaft. Trying not to look forward, she kept herself thumping onto his lap. Mating suddenly seemed much louder with Sabrina right there.

Fido was getting to her. Every breath was a tantalizing push down, feeling his dick fill her body. She wanted Peanut, not him, but Fido was just as warm, even his tip filling her out. She thought she'd feel suffocated, surrounded by fur, but the heat snuggled her. It was like a night by a fire with Peanut on top. Fido's knot smooshed against her lips, too big to sink any further without getting stuck. Getting stuck would have been an improvement. It would push warmth even closer to her belly. If only she could just reach it in time. Her tongue left her mouth, panting and moaning, urgent. Sabrina pulled her in, hugging her, keeping her moving. Tarot shuddered, nearing so close to an all-encompassing heat, from knot to tip, walls hugging an ejaculating male. Old worries disappeared, where she no longer wanted a condom in the way, where she wanted only to be bred.

Fido groaned underneath them. His legs shot out, dick twitching in Tarot's needful vagina. The pom tried in vain to hold onto the feeling. Knotting took so much endurance and buildup. She was so close. She grinded against the struggling dog beneath her, rocking herself quickly, spreading her lips on top of his knot.

"Tarot!" Fido yelped. "Could you stop?"

Tarot almost let out a whine. She sighed instead. "Okay, okay." Ending her humps, she wished she had the energy or space to rub around her clit. It would have been nice to have something to clench down on while she came. Tarot slid off of his lap, feeling the filled latex pass from her body. She removed the condom and tied it off, but then she had to lay down, sprawled beside Fido. The thinking and the movement took away her desperation, making masturbation seem pointless.

Sabrina was still on Fido. She moaned his name, breathless, pressing on his snout. She used a paw to spread her lips, helping him lick her clit. Sabrina sighed. The dog licked up the feline's cum, tongue sloppy and wet. Moments later, Sabrina plopped down on the other side of Fido.

Their chests rose and fell. For a while, the breathing was all Tarot could hear, staring at the ceiling. On that blank background, her thoughts danced: thinking about mating, about Peanut.

Sabrina got Fido's attention. "What do you say Fidy, want to go for another ride?"

"It's not a competition," Fido said.

Sabrina turned onto her side. "No, but Tarot gave me ideas."

Fido turned to face her. "I'm listening. But turn around. I need to try humping those stunning thighs."

"Oh you dog," Sabrina laughed.

Fido got himself behind the cat. He got his dick rubbing against her soft and supple flesh. Saliva and her own arousal still drooled out of her. He humped, going forward till his hips met her slender butt. Sabrina explained what she wanted to do to him all the while. How she would take his knot doggystyle. Fido's tail wagged and thumped against Tarot behind them. Tarot got away in a huff, standing by the bed. Globs of Fido's cum weighed down the condom that still drooled with her arousal. While it still had its warmth, she wiped off her crotch and went back to the kitchen. She spent the better part of an hour bringing every ingredient up to temperature, in the correct order, with no substitutions. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be careful enough.

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"Should we turn back?" Max asked.

Grape trudging beside him through the leaves. The sun had fallen close to the horizon, casting dappled shadows over the cats. There were mostly maples, a dry brown, fluttering weakly in the breeze. They stood tall, large limbs offering refuge for birds and other small critters. The shadows turned Grape's fur a deeper shade of purple. Max's black appeared unchanged. Despite his gray underbelly giving him the look of a tuxedo, his scruffy fur made him a rogue to Grape. The large bite taken from his right ear only added to his allure. He said it was from a wolf attack. Grape entertained the possibility because he never deviated from it, and he almost never spoke of the incident.

The setting sun unveiled the moon. The moon would be bright tonight, but not bright enough to spot a brown dog among the muted colors. The urgency dawning on her, Max's question came back into her head.

"Soon, I guess," Grape said. "I really thought he'd be over here."

Max stopped walking. "Wait. Is that him?"

Grape looked where he pointed. She spotted it: a rich brown head of fur poking above a large mossy boulder. The waterfall rumbled ahead of him, a river otherwise meandering down from their neighborhood. Mindless birds tempted her from trees, octaves above the water. Even without a demigod's magic keeping this part of the forest in the peak of summer all year long, the area maintained its serenity.

"Yeah that's him. You'll still talk to him, right?" Grape asked.

"I guess. I still don't know what to say."

"I don't know either. Just tell him I'm sorry?"

Max had a wary expression on his lips, but he didn't say anything. He nodded and walked the last stretch over to Peanut. Grape didn't get any closer, pacing around. She stopped and leaned back on a tree. All she could do was worry. She didn't want Peanut to rethink their relationship, even if she did mess up at the costume store. She didn't want to seem needy, but she was. Grape needed him. If not for sex, just to be her best friend. She relaxed her head on the tree. Peanut would never stop being her friend.

"Hey Peanut," Max said.

Peanut's tail wagged. "Hey Max! What are you doing out here?"

Max sat down beside the dog. "Looking for you. Err, Grape and I were worried about you. Grape says she's sorry."

"Why is she sorry?" Peanut asked, head tilted.

"I guess she thinks she got carried away."

"I let her get carried away! I agreed to it."

"Yeah," Max said dubiously.

"You didn't see how embarrassed Grape was when we got caught. I feel really bad about it."

Max's ears flicked back in annoyance. "But she forgives you. What's the problem?"

Peanut sat up and faced the cat. "Max, I made her say we didn't need to hide our relationship. But if it's going to be that bad for her, maybe we should! This party is going to have most of the pets in the neighborhood. It could be even worse!"

"I wouldn't have appreciated you humping her at the party anyway," Max thought. He dismissed the joke. Peanut was more and more tense. It would help his anxiety to bring in Grape, but Max figured now was as good a time to ask a question, if only to distract the dog. He jumped onto the rock that Peanut leaned against, sitting down. The top was narrow, but his tail kept him steady. Peanut looked up at him.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Max asked.

"Yeah?"

Max grit his teeth. He forced himself to relax his jaw and let air pass out. "Ever since me and Tarot had sex, things have been really awkward between us. Like, we didn't talk much before, but now I don't think we've spoken much at all. Do you think she's been avoiding me?"

Peanut stopped himself before he could speak, ears perked up high. There was howling in the distance. The sound got thrown around, making it hard to tell where it came from. The friendly neighborhood wolves might have been getting the mood set for the night. Peanut wasn't spooked, instead investigating Max's face.

"Do you have feelings for Tarot too?" Peanut asked.

"Not really," Max said. He rolled his eyes at himself. "I think, anyway. It was just really nice to have someone to be with when you and Grape were getting busy. So now I'm worried she thinks it's all too much to deal with."

"She hasn't said anything to me," Peanut said.

Max found the canine's eyes. "No offense, but that sounds like her."

Peanut kicked the dirt. "It's okay. We're getting better."

Max scolded himself. Peanut had known Tarot almost as long as he'd known Grape. However dysfunctional their relationship, the two dogs looked out for each other.

"Grape has tackled every problem she's ever had head-on. I think getting confronted by humans just made her feel powerless. She can handle some backhanded comments from some dogs. She's been doing it since she was a kitten."

"I'm still worried it won't be easy," Peanut said. "What if it gets weird like it did with you and Tarot?"

Max inhaled, narrowing his eyes at the ground. "That's a good point, actually."

"Exactly!" Peanut exclaimed.

"Look, okay? I'll talk to Tarot and figure things out. You should do the same with Grape. I think she made costumes while you stayed out here moping around. You guys will work something out!" He gave Peanut a playful side eye. "Even if we're not screwing her to heaven and back."

Peanut smiled. "Okay, Max. Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"Is Grape back at the house then?"

"Oh, she's behind us."

The canine whipped his head around and shrieked, but cut himself off just as quickly. "Oh. Way back there."

"Well, see you at the party!" Maxwell said. He jumped off the rock, waved goodbye to the sexiest cat alive, then headed the other direction through the woods. A dozen flat stones created a path through the river. He jumped across, skipping every other in accordance with the spring in his step. Tarot might not want much to do with him, but he could at least try to clear the air.

Peanut's heart pounded as he walked over towards Grape. She stood up from the forest floor, leaves falling off of her backside. Her tail swished behind her, knocking the leaves wet with dew off of her. He wanted to be hopeful. Grape looked happy to see him.

4

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Max's conversation with Peanut had brought the night on his heels. The golden atmosphere faded, turning the reds and yellows into browns. Max would sometimes retreat into these woods to use catnip by himself or with Grape. The smell of it still clung to the forest. He spotted a grove of trees that he and his girlfriend had nestled up against, the bark on his back and her on top of him, riding him. The memory provoked sensations in his crotch, which he ignored. He leapt over a root hidden under the leaves. Twenty minutes stood between him and his owner's house. Then it wouldn't be much longer before he had to confront Tarot. As the reality of that uncomfortable conversation sunk in, he relaxed his pace.

Another howl permeated the forest. Birds stopped chirping. Max dismissed concern that it seemed louder, since he would be getting closer to the neighborhood anyway. What did concern him was that there was only one howl. Howling usually brought more howling.

The pitch had shifted, the notes grinding against each other. Its dissonance lacked beauty: a clashing, hollow timbre. The wind cut through Max's fur, shuffling leaves on trees. Despite what was still visible, the shadows of the trees danced, creating room for figures to materialize then vanish from view. Fur raised on his back. Max snorted at his own worries, then doubled his pace.

Another howl. This time he could discern its direction. It wasn't from the neighborhood, not exactly. And it was loud enough to make his teeth grit. He could hear how the vocal cords grated within the throat of the wolf. Max didn't think there were feral wolves in these woods, but that didn't stop him from feeling like it was the only explanation. The rest of the forest didn't make a sound in comparison. He swore he heard distant footsteps, pawpads thumping on the undergrowth, but it could have been his own heart.

Max paused after leaping over a boulder. He was a cat. If there really was a wolf coming for him, he could climb a tree better than they could. His ears and nose would tell him if they were coming, even if the sun wasn't there. He turned towards the sound of a twig snapping. Inhaling, he forced himself to relax and his lips to move.

"Okay, very scary guys! Who is it anyway?"

The thuds continued through the darkness without slowing in pace. They grew in power, echoing in his head. Extending his claws, he glanced around for the nearest tall oak. But the steps cut out. Max turned towards where the last one seemed to shake the ground, not daring to breath. Seconds dragged, each one bringing new images of muscle, teeth, and scars in fur. At the top of the nearest hill, two eyes twisted towards him, shining. Only the figure's head was visible, a silhouette against the trees behind. Their eyes were big, the same yellow as the moon.

Max denied the will to run towards the oak tree. "I see you! Stop messing around!" he cried.

The last word consumed his remaining dignity. Max truly did have a wolf take a bit out of his ear. It just happened to be a teething cub.

From a distance, it was hard to discern the shape of the creature's eyes. But they dimmed as though narrowing and then lowered, passing under the far crest of the hill. His heart skipped beats, eyes wide. His ears revealed nothing. Before it had seemed silent, but now the gentle breeze and stirring of insects hid the sounds of the canine. No reasonable neighbor would continue the prank much longer. Still he waited due to the greater fear of being made a fool out of.

A massive thud sent sparks down his spine. Energy poured through his limbs, making him move. There was no extra energy for his breath, no energy for planning his next step, just his will to reach the large oak tree. He tripped on the ground, picking up a stick. More thumps resonated through him, urging him on. He jumped at the tree, the beast panting loud enough for it to be right in his ear. Struggling to stay on the trunk, he scrambled for purchase. His rear claws scratched the tree, sending bark tumbling down. He ascended inch by inch, reaching a branch that once stood high over his head.

The canine growled. Max's muscles burned as he pulled on top of the branch. He made it, but he was forced to stop to breathe.

"Peeeanuuut!" the canine howled.

"Go away!" Max said. Not yet regaining much breath, he spotted another branch and climbed for it. He dared not look down, fearing he'd slip at the sight of a wolf.

"Peanut!" the voice demanded through the dark.

"I'm not Peanut!"

Max looped his paws around the next branch. His left leg gripped the trunk while his right swung haphazardly. The tree shook. He almost lost his grip, both legs dangling. One of his claws detached from his finger. Hot air hit his legs with a snort to match. Dread washed over him, freezing him. Soon he was gripped by two massive paws, the beast bringing him eye-to-eye. He couldn't bear to look.

"Not Peanut," they finally agreed.

Max forced his eyes open, blinking away tears. The beast came into focus. Their fur was a mess of thick tufts: golden, but so pastel it was almost white under the moon. Their nostrils flared, sniffing Max, making him squirm.

The claws on his abdomen remained tight. They sniffed his chest with the same uncaring casualty he might use on old tuna. Still he could barely think, confident that they'd decide to eat him anyway. He wished he still had a stick to stab the creature so focused on sniffing. They smelled his belly, wet nose pressing into his chest. But one detail got stuck in his mind. The beast wore a red collar, pulled tight to the neck, gilded loops holding it together. Breathing hard, the realization struck him.

"Tarot?" Max cried.

The werewolf stopped sniffing Max, her massive paws loosening. A flicker of awareness passed through her eyes. Her frown reminded him of the expression she often used when unsure of herself.

"But smell like Peanut!" Tarot said.

He tried wiggling out of her gasp but got nowhere. Tarot seemed content with having them dangle from the tree and her nose digging into his fur. He worked to keep his breath steady.

"It's Max! I was talking to Peanut! Why don't you--hey, you can set me down and we can go look for him!"

"Max," Tarot chuckled deeply. "Peanut's friend... Awkward sex. Penis felt funny."

Max froze. "Uh."

Tarot took in his scent again. Her nose passed over his armpit, over his neck. Still trembling, Max took the opportunity to think. Tarot wasn't in her right mind. She didn't seem to be forming lots of complex thoughts, or at least wasn't able to express them more than a few words at a time. And her inhibitions were definitely lower. He suddenly blushed.

Tarot was sniffing his crotch now, her nose pressed right against his sheath, wetting it. Even against her cool touch, it would have been impossible to avoid having his excitement rise.

"Tarot, please," Max squeaked. "Go down tree."

She laughed. "Good idea. Down tree. Then down on you."

Tarot still held him in one paw, but she loosened her grip on the tree. She slid, leaving massive gashes in the bark. Her paws reached the ground. Max gasped in air when Tarot finally let his feet touch the earth. He put his paws on his knees, breathing.

Tarot crouched down in front of him, but still she was taller. She put her paw back on his collar bone, pushing him against the tree. Sniffing him again, she spoke.

"Max do for now."

"Eep."

Tarot raised him up again, bringing her head to his peeping crotch. His penis was glistening from her snout already. Max swore fish-related obscenities as the massive dog drew his dick into her mouth. Her jaws clasped around him, large but squeezing tight. She was just as smooth, and even hotter than last time. He muffled a moan. The danger of the whole situation ate away at him. Her sharp jagged rows of teeth pressed on his base loosely.

"Tarot, that feels really good, but uhhm, snuggle another time! Let's find Peanut."

Pulling off, Tarot squished him back against the tree. "No!" she growled. Max found her eyes and saw the hurt. "My needs ignored! First Peanut, then Fido and-"

Tarot closed her eyes for a second, moisture squeezing out at the crease. She looked back at him. "Max will mate. Until I am satisfied."

She grabbed his butt and hoisted him up. A snort sent air all around his crotch, blasting him in warmth. Tarot pushed forward, letting Max latch his paws onto the back of her head, pushing his erection all the way into her mouth. His spines slid against her tongue in a way that made him gasp out, thrust his hips without meaning to. To his surprise, Tarot grabbed his butt harder. She opened wider, licking his fuzzy ballsack.

Max groaned with pleasure. There was no point in fighting it. He gripped tufts of her pale gold fur, rocking his hips in spite of everything. He wasn't sure how long he could last.

5

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Grape and Peanut made it back home unscathed. While they were putting together costumes, the howling had faded into unimportance. They still had to get prepared for the party. Peanut's paint strokes felt stiff to her. Getting the color right proved difficult, even after multiple passes. Peanut had been quieter than usual since he got done talking with Max. Slowly, her purple became gray.

He broke the silence, making her jump. "How'd you make my collar?"

She scratched her neck, the dye making it itchy. "Oh, there was an old princess costume. I cut off a strip and stitched it together. Then I found a lid on a tiny box, painted it bronze, and wrote 'Lady' on it."

Grape's neck sat bare. "Didn't Tramp get a collar too?" Peanut said.

"Yeah, but I ran out of time, so shut it. I'll wear my normal one."

Grape flashed him a smile, which he met with kind eyes but no smile of his own. "Are you okay?" she asked.

The pet-safe marker was running dry halfway down Grape's side. Peanut grabbed another. "Why do you think Earl or Jill didn't say anything to us after we got caught?"

Grape rubbed the back of her paws. "I think they're letting us live our own lives. It's awkward for them, but what can they do? Ground us? Then we'd be at it like rabbits even more."

"Yeah, maybe," Peanut said.

Grape missed his hesitation. The feline stretched out, spreading her legs more, yawning. "Speaking of which, I am still in heat. Before we go, did you want to-?"

Peanut dropped the marker. His eyes went wide. Grape clicked her tongue. "Or... we could not."

"Knotting too!?" he said, red in the muzzle.

Struggling not to roll her eyes, she sat up. Peanut's eyes followed her, still crouching. She dragged him up to her level, wrapping him in a hug.

"Peanut, it's okay. Okay?"

His arms hung loosely for a second, then brought them around her back. "Okay," he said.

"Forget what I said."

"Do you just want to be best friends again?" Peanut asked, voice soft.

Grape opened her eyes, staring out into the dark room. The hugging dragged out as she tried to pick up his meaning. "You can always be my boyfriend."

Her own tone had a cutting edge to it. Peanut changing his mind would have upset her deeply. She pulled back, holding his shoulders. They stayed face-to-face, Grape staring him down. "You still want to be?" she asked.

Peanut kissed her. She kissed back immediately, the strength of her willingness surprising herself. Her tail raised up, wrapping around Peanut's back. He wouldn't be likely to follow up the gesture.

She broke off, breathing in deep, sighing out. "We should finish up and head over."

"Can we hold paws on the way?" Peanut said.

Grape's eyes flashed with surprise. She tensed her fingers, testing out her claws by drumming them against her leg. "We can try..." she said.

Grape stretched her head up, looking at the crowd of pets in costume. The human owners kept to themselves, away from all the yapping. Peanut followed her gaze. Under the light of streetlamps, it was still hard to tell what everyone was wearing. He spotted a couple of Bailey's cubs running through various lawns, chasing after the young mountain lion Pueblo.

Grape searched for Max in the small crowds of pets. She dropped Peanut's paw. "Do you see Maxie anywhere?"

"Do you see Tarot?" Peanut replied.

"Maybe they're both running late?"

"I've been stressed about everything today. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Peanut said.

Lacking their other companions, Grape and Peanut wound their way past the wolf families and over to Fox. He wasn't in his blue-vested K9 police uniform, nor were Kevin and Mungo beside him. Mungo had his arm around Sasha, who was dressed in something suitable for an airline pilot, if the pilot was missing half their clothes. Fox wore traditional cowboy attire, the hat and boots fitting him almost too well.

"Hey guys!" Fox said.

"Who's your new girlfriend, Peanut? And why is she wearing Grape's collar?" Sasha asked, swaying her hips. Her absentminded eyes went straight through her.

The cat smiled all too wide. "What's that Sasha?"

"Oh it's Grape! Cool costume! I saw you two holding hands on the way over."

A massive part of her wanted to deny it. With the suddenness of it all, every thought she had prior, every step closer together in their relationship, it hardly mattered when all eyes shifted over to her and Peanut. She teetered on fight mode, to convince herself right in that moment that he was just a really good friend, and that sometimes she could hold hands with him if she wanted to. She could steer the conversation around and hold in her mortification for another day. She could apologize to Peanut after the party. But she focused on Peanut. Peanut almost never panicked unless he was confused. He was holding her gaze with a slight smile, eyes bright. Grape used to think he was just a bit dense.

Reaching her decision in a split second, her heart raced. No amount of pacing or scratching herself behind the ears would have taken it away. She just had to say it.

"Yeah. We were. We're going out now I guess."

Fox visibly took a step back. There was a twinge of snarl in his voice. "Wait, what happened with you and Max? And Peanut with Tarot?"

"We're all still dating!" Peanut said.

"Wait-" Mungo said, pausing.

"Huh, well, good for you guys!" Kevin said with a difficult smile.

Fox's confusion was still all over him. Grape tried to beat him to the punch. "If you have a problem with it Fox, we can have a chat as long as you want," she said.

He took another moment to react. "It's just-a lot to process."

"Sounds pretty simple to me," Sasha provoked.

"What are you talking about!" Fox said, ready to knock off the pilot's hat from her head. "Did you find out before Peanut could tell me? How'd you find out!?"

"Fox--" Grape said.

"I mean," Mungo butted in, physically putting his muscular body in the way. "She has a point. If Max and Tarot both know and are cool with it, what's the problem? Seems like everyone dates whoever they want these days anyway!"

"Thanks, Mungo," Grape said dryly.

Fox scoffed, then tried to clear his face. "Fair enough. I'm gonna go get some snacks."

Mungo inhaled, then he followed after Fox.

"That went better than I hoped, honestly," Peanut said.

The feline blinked, refocusing. Sasha was already talking to Kevin. "Wait, that was it?" Grape asked.

"I think so!" Peanut said.

"Yeah, that was not what I was picturing."

"What were you picturing?"

"Remember when Sabrina almost married Jata?" she asked.

Grape and Peanut wandered around the party, checking out the different costumes on display. Joey and his girlfriend Squeak, dog and mouse, were most curious when word got to them. Describing it all exhausted Grape. Summarizing years of emotions took all of her patience. For a while, they sat in a lawn, ate snacks and candy, and listened to Fiddler and Keys play Halloween songs on instruments befitting of their namesakes.

A brown dog with a green collar approached at the edge of her vision. She tried to ignore him, hoping by a small miracle he would lose his nerve.

"So, you two are dating?" he asked, looking at the back of his paw.

"Who invited you, Bino?" Grape hissed.

"I don't need an invitation, it's a neighborhood party!"

"We're dating!" Peanut said. "I'm still dating Tarot though. She's fine with it. And-"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard. Well, have a good night you two lovebirds!"

Bino walked away, chuckling to himself. Grape flicked her ears, eyes narrow.

"What's wrong?" Peanut asked.

"He's up to something."

"Yeah," Peanut agreed. He plopped down in the grass. "Oh well."

6

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Grape let herself relax for only a moment. The back of her head found soft ground, mingling with the lawn. Peanut radiated heat on the cool night. She stared up at the lonely few stars not hidden by clouds or city lights. Peanut looked at Grape, wagging his tail over the grass. The relief of telling everyone still was hitting her. Grinning, she twisted onto her side, grabbing Peanut's shoulder. She kissed him in a way that made her subconscious beg for more contact. But even if they were alone, she wasn't sure she could convince Peanut of anything. She could only guess if there was significance to what made him turn her down back home. Or if his conversation with Max was less helpful than she imagined. She didn't dare ask.

Grape stood up, offering her paw to Peanut. "I'm still worried about our other dates. Let's go find them?"

He nodded, taking her paw. She led them past wolf pups and gave half-hearted appreciation when Miles congratulated them. Before Grape watched where she was going, she thought she hit a wall. It was Mungo. Despite his strength, he didn't have the surest of footing.

"Grape, can I get a favor from you?" Mungo said.

"We're kinda busy."

"Well, Fox is still pretty peeved about everything. Could you talk to him?"

She crossed her arms. "I did say he could."

"I'll go ask if anyone's seen them," Peanut said to her.

Before Peanut could go anywhere, Sabrina forced herself through the crowd. The cat breathed hard, hyperfocused on Peanut. She wore a witch's hat over her tall ears, falling down to one side. "Oh thank fish, he's here. Has anyone seen Tarot?"

Grape's earlier emotions became entirely negated by a fresh pang of worry. "You haven't either?"

"Not exactly," the cat said.

Sabrina described Tarot's earlier intentions. When she looked for her downstairs, there were claw marks on the counter, a puddle of potion ingredients on the floor. Large, wet pawprints led to the door and somewhere out into Babylon. As she spoke, a loose connection formed, and Grape's thoughts exploded out of her.

Grape latched onto Sabrina's shoulders. "Wait, have you seen Max?!"

Sabrina's mouth went agape. "She was after Peanut!"

"But Max is missing too!"

After a second's hesitation, Sabrina spoke calmly. "Oh dear."

Grape shook her with vigor. "Don't say it like that!"

Mungo put a paw on Grape's wrist. "Calm down. We'll find both of them. Tarot wouldn't hurt Max."

"Yeah!" Peanut said. "Maybe they made up and are-"

Grape reached out and shut Peanut's muzzle. Peanut tried to speak anyway. "Havin heks in da wuhds."

"One revelation at a time, Peanut," Grape grumbled. She blinked in realization. "The woods! We heard howling!"

"But what did Peanut say?" Sabrina said, grinning ear to ear.

"So we need to wrangle some werewolves then?" Mungo said, smacking his fist into his palm. Mungo was the strongest mortal dog Grape had ever met. But despite his bulging biceps, she pulled her head back. "What do you know about werewolves?" she asked.

He stared at her for a moment. "They're like regular wolves, but bigger?" he said.

"Basically, I guess," Sabrina said. "We might have to fight, but her strength will wear off with or without our help. We just have to save Max... if he needs saving."

Grape rolled her eyes.

Mungo did his best to warn the others not to follow them into the forest. Grape maintained eye contact while walking straight by the K9s. Laughing awkwardly, Sabrina shuffled after her. Fox and Peanut followed after Mungo.

Much to the disappointment of Fiddler and Keys, and many of the younger neighborhood wolves, the party started to dissolve under the newfound weight of the moon.

"What a waste. We didn't even get to play Monster Mash!" Fiddler said.

Keys put an arm around Fiddler, rocking them both. "But we nailed Superstition."

"Hmm." Fiddler the main riff as they walked. Keys sang with smooth charm.

Very superstitious,

Nothin' more to say,

Very superstitious,

Were-Tar's on her way.

"Sorry babe," Kevin said, hugging Sasha. He took a glance back at everyone leaving. "I'll tell you how we kicked butt. Stay inside till we get back."

"What if you get hurt?" Sasha pouted.

"With Mungo? It'll be a walk in the park. Or, in the woods. At night." Kevin turned away, gulping.

Grape spied into the trees, blinking to bring her eyes up to speed with the darkness. Beside her, Sabrina produced a flashlight, searching for a path. The faintest smell of Max got carried by the wind, giving them some clue of where to go. The dogs cruised ahead of them and took the lead.

"Seriously though, what's up with Tarot and Max?" Sabrina asked. Her eyes flashed under the light as she swiveled her head, searching.

"Max told me he liked having a partner when I'm... was with Peanut. Which I believe. I don't think Tarot is many animal's perfect match."

Ahead of them, Peanut talked to Fox, the glow of flashlight passing off their furs. Only clues of what they were talking about were getting back to Grape. Though Fox stayed hushed, his arms did a lot of talking. Peanut looked more relaxed, watching his steps.

"I don't know," Sabrina said. "About Tarot, I mean. I think she got herself pretty worked up, which might be how this ended up happening."

"How so?"

"She had sex with my boyfriend."

"What!" Grape blurted.

"Shhhh!" Mungo said. "We're hunting werewolves."

"You have to be quiet to hunt werewolves?" Kevin asked.

Mungo shrugged.

Sabrina whispered why Tarot ended up mating with Fido. "I think I upset her pretty bad. Emotions and potions don't mix. It's like trying to bake bread underwater."

"If you say so," Grape said, frowning.

The black cat angled her flashlight just past Grape, getting a better look at her emotions. Grape struggled on the rough ground, not looking for her footing as much as she should have been. "You're not just worried about Max, are you?" Sabrina said.

Grape glanced at Peanut. "I think I made him afraid of sex."

"How'd you manage that? I've heard him humping Tarot silly every week for the last two years."

"Hey, some support would be nice!" she hissed.

Sabrina shrugged, scanning the trees. The light of housing had vanished, leaving only their light, their sounds. Crunching of leaves, snapping twigs. Birds and insects quieted as the scent of Max got stronger. Mungo sniffed and turned, whispering back. "I smell her too now."

"Maybe that's all he needs," Sabrina said. "Support."

"I'm trying," Grape said, "but-"

"Then if you really like him, you keep trying. Fido and I had to hide ourselves for a long time. All we could do was support each other and hope it worked out."

A snarky reply sat on the tip of her tongue, but she sighed instead. She could blame her impulses on her heat if she wanted, but she worried it was just her pride.

"I see someone!" he said.

Grape jumped, overflowing with worry, pushing ahead. "Where?"

Flashlights pointed down the hill, towards a towering oak. A black and gray cat was lying against its base, motionless. Her heart dropped. She rushed blindly through the dark over to his body. Tripping and scrambling, she came within earshot.

"Maxie! Are you okay?"

She stumbled the rest of the way ahead. His chest rose and fell, and relief filled her own breaths.

"Grape?" he wheezed. "Sorry I missed the party."

"What happened? Was it Tarot?" she breathed. Her feline boyfriend was rife with the smell of relations. She decided she was going to strangle the dog. Max might not recover very easily from Tarot forcing herself on him.

"She was so... so... hot." With a sigh of complete elation, Max let his head fall back.

"I'm glad you got to learn something about yourself," Grape grumbled through her teeth. "But where is she?"

Max didn't seem to hear the strain in her voice. He laughed with exhaustion. "She just got more impatient as we went along. She really wanted Peanut, not me."

The flashlights on them strengthened. His crotch was stained with cum, fur matted and glistening. Peanut rushed up, studying Max. The others approached more cautiously, staying in the back.

Grape stared straight through Max. Tarot had reduced him to a puddle of afterglow. If she was allowed to reach Peanut, Peanut would be forced into another awkward situation. Whatever cracks had formed in her relationship with Peanut would widen. She couldn't help but blame herself for what happened.

"This is important, Max. Where the carp is Tarot?" Grape said.

Max jolted, sitting up. His arms shook from the effort. He struggled with words. Everyone stared at the male cat, the needles of fear tingling the back of their necks.

"She's behind you," Max said.

"Not falling for that one again," Peanut said, peeking over his shoulder anyway. He shrieked.

Mungo stood in the back of the group, flashlight pointing down at Max. A growl tore through the dark. In a blur of fur, Mungo vanished. His flashlight twirled with light, bouncing as it hit the ground, leaving only the sounds of the night, of their terror. The two muscular dogs landed with a distant thud.

"What was that thing!? Mungo!" Kevin screamed.

"It's Tarot!" Sabrina said.

"She's huge!" Peanut said.

Fox trained his flashlight down range. "Can Mungo take her?"

The forest erupted in the sounds of tree limbs snapping, in calls and growls. Darkness blanketed the action. There were only shadows, leaves shuddering, and trees snapping.

"Let's do more than hope," Sabrina said. "I read about a charm that might calm her down, but I need her to be still. Come on!"

The police dogs rushed after Sabrina. Peanut took Grape's paw, starting to lead with her in tow. Grape grabbed his arm.

"Wait," she demanded.

"But we need to go help!" Peanut said.

"She's after you. We should get you out of here!"

"But what if I can talk some sense into her?"

She glared at him. "You saw what she did to Max!"

"That doesn't matter right now!" Peanut said, just as fierce. He rushed towards the others, the fight with his canine girlfriend growing more and more energetic.

Watching him go, Grape's frustration boiled over, running after him. "I'm the one supposed to be fawning over werewolves, not you!"

7

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Bino had scoffed at his brother Joey's excitement for the newest couple on the street. With Tarot tearing through the neighborhood, Bino saw it as a bad omen. Peanut had been a cat lover for forever, but to be so transient as to date two different species at the same time made his mind keep coming around the horror of it. He somehow never suspected Grape to be the one converting dogs to the cat cause. Kicking himself, he called over Yeltisin. They stood between his house and the fence, hidden by darkness.

"What's the big idea gettin me?" Yeltsin yawned.

"Grape is dating that mutt Peanut. We have to put a stop to it!" Bino said.

The bull terrier's long snout pointed up. "Do we hafta?" he groaned.

"Of course! First cats date dogs, now all the sudden: cats date cats date dogs... date dogs. We have to or we'll all end up dating each other like some kind of," Bino sputtered, "fanfiction writer's wet dream!"

"Ahh. Well, I wouldn't wanna date no cat, that's for sure. What's the plan?"

"Grape is dyed gray for her costume. If I know anything, it's that the dye will come out as soon as we get her wet."

"Bino, I thought we didn't like it when cats dated dogs, now you wanna screw her?"

"Not that kind of wet you moron!" Bino barked. "With a bucket of water!"

Yeltsin waved his paws around by his shoulders, mimicking Bino's whiny voice. "'With a bucket of water?' That's all ya got?"

Bino grumbled, red with anger. "As if you have a better plan!"

Yeltsin stared. "Why not some watah guns?"

Bino blinked. "...Oh, whatever, fine! A little werewolf isn't raining on this parade. Only on her. Heh-heh."

The two dogs took off into the woods. Save for Yeltsin's flashlight, the darkness was nearly absolute when the moon went behind clouds. A deep rumbling passed through the earth like the distant roar of a jet. Yeltsin's nose led them towards the meetup of animals.

"I can smell trouble," the terrier said. "The snuggly type, and the regula type. Like, she smells enticin, but also like she'll crush ya betwixt her thighs."

Bino swallowed down his extra saliva. "Hey, we're the trouble! The clubhouse's glory might finally be restored if we play our cards right with this werewolf thing."

"Yer yankin my chain."

"You heard Mungo," Bino said.

"Not the part with the werewolf. We're kicked outta the clubhouse for good. Just call it what it is."

"A battle for honor!" Bino exclaimed. He raised his water gun in one paw above his head.

"Sure,'" Yeltsin said, unenthused. "To tell ya the truth, I don't know what we're even doin, riskin our tushes for this prank. I ain't one to go behind your back, so I'll spit it. I don't think that clubhouse business is my fight no more."

Bino sniffed. The anger in his voice rose in contrast to his words. "I get it. It's fine, Yeltsin!"

"Don't you even say nothin," Yeltsin said.

"Hey, if you're too scared of a little werewolf!"

Yeltsin stopped, growling. "Oh, I was gonna stay, but you know what, big guy?" He pushed his water gun into Bino's chest, making him stumble. "Here ya go."

Yeltsin turned back, keeping the flashlight for himself.

"Hey!" Bino called. "Get back here with that light!"

For the first time in years, doubt came over Bino. He pushed ahead, pressing towards the smell of trouble.

As the police dogs and Sabrina rushed towards the fight, Peanut eased his pace, in awe at his canine girlfriend's power. She stood paw-to-paw with Mungo, their muscles straining against each other. Kevin rashly grabbed Tarot's legs. She kicked back to adjust her stance, sending Kevin tumbling through the underbrush.

"Peanut, please don't try to be a hero," Grape said, reaching him.

"I have to! Max said she just wants to snuggle!" Peanut said.

"You shouldn't have to, you should want to!"

Mungo fell back, Tarot on top of him. He grabbed her, kicked up, sending them both crashing through the woods. Leaves exploded out. The K9s shielded their faces. But to Grape and Peanut, it was only a distraction. Peanut's voice raised above the noise. "That's what Fox said. But I just want everyone to be happy! I don't mind snuggling with you guys."

Grape shook her head. "Then why didn't you want to back at the house?"

Tarot let out a guttural cry. Mungo strained against her, gripping her fists. Fox and Kevin lept behind her, looping themselves around either of her burly arms. When Sabrina started her charm chanting, a purple fog drifted towards the werewolf's head. Unfortunately, Tarot broke one arm free, nailing Mungo in the gut. He fell to the ground. Fox flew back, stopped dead by a tree trunk. Kevin gasped, struggling away, rushing over to Fox.

Peanut hugged Grape fiercely. "I didn't want you to get hurt. I didn't want anyone to get hurt!"

The dog gave her a desperate look. He ran towards Tarot. Grape still had her lips parted. One thought pushed through the fog.

"Wait Peanut!"

"Tarot!" Peanut screamed, both arms raised. "I'm right here! Stop hurting my friends!"

Bino jumped out of his skin when Peanut yelled. The sounds of fighting were thrown around the forest, its darkness almost absolute until he crested the hill. A flashlight laid buried in the leaves. It left the shadows of pets. Dark shards of broken tree trunks stuck out of the ground. For several seconds, he tried to find Grape. But he kept looking back at the tall, burly shadow in front of Peanut. He scoffed in annoyance, his goals realigning. He crept forward, both water guns raised.

Mungo collapsed to the ground, his chest rising and falling. With a grunt, Tarot's attention moved away. Her joints popped into place as she stretched. Her eyes glowed yellow, cutting the dark as easily as rows of teeth cut flesh. She stumbled at first, struggling to put weight on her left leg. But she found her stride and walked towards Peanut.

Grape couldn't move, struggling to accept Tarot's size. But her fear shifted from her own fate to Peanut's. Her fear turned to anger. She forced herself to move until she stood beside Peanut. Tarot stopped in her tracks.

"Forget it, Tarot. I'm not going to let you walk over our boyfriend!" Grape couldn't tell if the tears wetting her eyes were from fright or rage. "I was being selfish, Peanut. Selfish and horny and-you don't deserve this!"

The enormous dog was standing just a few paces away. Grape looked past the slobber, past the mangled fur. "I know you're in there, Tarot. Just cut it out!"

She kept all her thoughts and energy on the beast. She kept her stance firm, paws in fists, blinking. Her resolve started to crack. The untamed creature leaked back into her fears, fears of what she could do next.

"Grape?" Tarot said. Her voice was hers, not as coarse. As relief flowed up into Grape's heart, a new voice broke through the dark.

"Run while you can! I'll hold her off!" Bino shouted.

Water shot out, splashing out over Tarot's back. Tarot stiffened, sniffing in a gust of air, and growled so deep and loud it sent Grape's tail bristling. Tarot twisted around, smacking the water guns aside.

Bino looked at his empty paws, then back at Grape. "Remember me," he begged.

Grabbed around the waist, Bino was thrown in the direction he came. He punched through the trees, the sound of his screaming fading into the night

"That wasn't much of a redemption," Grape admitted.

Tarot turned around. Grape swallowed, inching in front of Peanut. She was pushed aside like a low branch. Tarot grabbed Peanut, raising him up to her glowering eyes.

"Peanut! Make me orgasm!" she barked.

"Okay!" Peanut said.

Grape's throat clenched. Fox limped against Kevin, their coats scratched and scuffed. Sabrina looked up from Mungo on the ground. She raised her splayed paw to tell him to stay and jogged to Grape. The werewolf carried Peanut in her arms, settling down next to a maple tree.

Despite no water reaching her, Grape's dyed fur started to bleed its purple color again. She rubbed the dust and dye and moisture off her face. "Can you still try your charm again?" she asked.

"Maybe," Sabrina sighed. "I don't have much mana left over and she might end up hurting someone else."

Grape could hardly bare to look towards the two dogs. Tarot was crouched in front of him. Peanut squirmed with pleasure, her paw rubbing his sheath.

"Peanut said he wanted to make her happy. And Tarot wants her boy toy. Maybe we should have just let them both have what they want," Grape said.

"Are you sure?" Sabrina said after a second.

"How am I supposed to know!"

Sabrina dragged Grape into an unwilling hug, squeezing her tight. "You can't blame yourself for this. Peanut's doing what he thinks is right."

Peanut ran through her head, through her senses, as vivid as when he stood in front of her. The memory of them tied, hugging each other close on a bed of cheap Halloween costumes, was accompanied by a pang of guilt. The leaves crunched below her toes as they walked back home from the woods, silent in thought. As Sabrina hugged her, she imagined it was Peanut holding her. He was kissing her like back at the party. That kiss was the last time she didn't feel worried, when she wasn't worried about anyone's safety, or for her own heat.

"Peanut," Grape said urgently.

Over the course of the fight, Grape had grown accustomed to the darkness. Peanut huffed quietly, legs spread wide. Tarot kneeled low in front of him. Her fluffy tail stayed raised, impatient and ready, just as soon as she could get Peanut to full mast.

"Hey Peanut!" Grape called.

Tarot twisted her head, glaring with radiance back at her. But Tarot turned back and kept her paw sliding over Peanut's rod.

"Yeah?" Peanut said.

Grape crept forward, just a few paces away. "Try kissing her."

"What for?"

"Just kiss her like you mean it, dang dog!"

Peanut leaned as far forward as he could. His dick slipped from the pomeranian's paws. She growled at Grape, just as Peanut kissed her cheek. Her growling stopped, tilting her head back at him. Peanut stretched further to meet her lips. At first, Tarot was still. Peanut fit snugly against her upper lip, his eyes closed. The feral rage in Tarot drained with the dimming of her eyes. She wrapped her big paws around the back of Peanut's head and kissed him back.

"Did that... work?" Sabrina asked.

"Have you ever heard of a romantic werewolf?" Grape said, sighing with relief.

Tarot pulled off of Peanut's lips. Her strength coursed through her, but her whole body ached. "What happened?" she groaned.

Peanut, never at a loss for words, gripped Tarot's shoulders. "You went on a rampage! You had sex with Max for half the night. Then you fought three other dogs, including Mungo, and you still won!"

Grape and Tarot made eye contact. Tarot grinned as best as a werewolf could. "Is everyone okay?"

"I think so," Grape said.

Mungo stumbled forward, bumping into Sabrina. "You're in control again? Great! I think you're under arrest for a--for a bunch of stuff!"

Sabrina glared at him. "Sit down, Mungo. You literally have a concussion."

Mungo opened his mouth but no sound came out. He sat where he stood.

"Could you do that again, Tarot?" Kevin asked. "I think we could take you this time."

Tarot blinked, still crouched over Peanut. She startled herself by how small he looked in comparison. "Erm, Peanut? Do you wanna get out of here?"

"Would I get to ride on your back?"

"That's ridiculous... Okay," Tarot said.

"Woo!"

Looping his arms around her neck, Peanut held tight on the back of his mount. His erection receded from the effort.

Grape stared up at him. "You were really just worried about me?" she asked.

Out of the darkness, Max emerged, walking without issue. Less filthy, his fur still caught the light of flashlight. "What in the halibut happened here?" he said. "I cleaned up in the river and Bino fell in out of nowhere!"

"Tarot threw him all the way to the river?" Grape asked.

Max paused. He put a paw up to hide his lips. "That is the second best thing that happened tonight," he said.

Tarot crouched in front of Max, licking his nose. "We're still not dating," she said.

"Oh I know." He brushed up against Grape, grinning. "I think I understand your fondness for hunks now."

Grape wasn't sure she'd ever get over her boyfriend and Tarot hooking up. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Are we all gonna go then?" Peanut asked.

"Go where?" Max said.

"To Tarot's house!"

"Nuh-uh," Max shook his head. "I'm totally spent. You guys have fun."

"Wait..." Grape said, not sure that innuendos were in play.

"Are you coming?" Peanut asked her.

"Well, I'm not riding Tarot, that's for sure," Grape said.

"We'll postpone for thou. Onwards, mighty steed!" Peanut exclaimed.

Tarot smiled and got back on all fours. "Hold on tight!"

The two dogs took off into the night, moon high overhead. As the sounds of Tarot bounding towards the neighborhood faded, Grape walked in pursuit. She held Max's paw till they reached pavement, then went their separate ways.

8

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Tarot's house normally gave her the creeps. Its peeling, red-painted walls and old musty wood seemed to make it more suitable for a haunted house. But walking up the steps and looking high, up at the porch ceiling, Grape's heart beat normally. Compared to all the fighting in the woods in the dead of night, getting inside was a relief. Pushing in past the creaky door, she was greeted by a strange confluence of smells. She smelled Tarot almost overwhelmingly, along with a stiff spiced scent like fallen leaves and nutmeg. It warmed her nose.

Most of the lights were off. Drapes of fake spiderwebs hung from the corners of hallways. The lights that were on created a dim path upstairs where the smell of Tarot was stronger. Grape ducked under a massive plastic spider dangling at the landing and moved up another set of creaking stairs. The faint scent of Peanut reached her, along with the first panting breaths of canines in love.

Grape didn't have to knock to get into Tarot's room. The door was open. Drippy wax candles lit her room, mystical items covering shelves, a dozen pillows on her bed. Tarot almost filled the full area of her mattress. Peanut was on top of her, kissing her. As Grape crept closer, she found they were fully embraced, making out more than kissing. Tarot's legs were bent, fitting snug around her boyfriend. But she still gave herself room to reach her crotch. Her fingers pressed inside, tail wagging, wafting her strong smell.

At first, Grape was amazed they weren't plowing each other yet, until she figured out why. Amazement turned to blush. They were waiting for her.

Peanut opened his eyes, turning his head. "Grape!" he said. He rolled over. The first few inches of his dick sat against Tarot's fur.

Swallowing, Grape removed her focus from the obvious, remembering her walk back with Max. "Peanut, I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

"It's about us. I wanted to say that I can't promise I won't be embarrassed sometimes. Like if we get caught, that makes me feel weird. But that doesn't mean I'm embarrassed to be your boyfriend. It's always going to be weird for me, okay? But it's worth it! I wouldn't trade dating you for--"

Peanut had stood as she spoke. He made her eyes go wide when he fit his lips against hers. But just as quickly, Grape returned the gesture, hugging him like it was the last thing she would do. His chest warmed hers. Grape let her forehead press against his, looking into his light blue eyes.

"Okay?" she asked.

"Okay," Peanut said. He smiled, tail wagging so much his butt shook. "Did you wanna join us?"

She moved her paws lower, squeezing his excitable butt. "Of course."

Tarot made her bed creek rolling onto her side, striking a pose. "The only question is who is Peanut gonna get frisky with first."

"What does he think?" Grape replied.

Peanut shifted his eyes between the two girls, penis standing tall. "Well, I dunno..."

"You have to decide," Tarot said. "You only have one dick."

He hesitated.

Grape got right behind Peanut, putting a paw on his stiff shoulder and talking into his ear. "She's teasing you, dear."

"Okay, but what-"

"Get on the bed, Peanut," Grape said.

In that moment, Grape decided to push him forward. He fell onto Tarot, who caught him with one large paw. Grape walked up close. "I think we need to work on our communication skills. I've wanted to fool around with you all night, Peanut. So what do you want me to do to you?"

Peanut had looked ready to complain over her act of violence. But he put a finger against his lip, humming in thought. "Can you suck on my balls?"

Grape wanted to laugh. The hopeful look on his face stopped her. She stared at his sack resting against his thighs with the same fervor she had back at the Halloween store. Unlike then, his dick stood proudly, his desires obvious.

"Okay," she said, swallowing.

Tarot moved to hug him from behind, kissing the top of his head. Spreading his legs, Peanut sat back against her. Grape knelt onto the floor.

Grape kept her pace slow. The feline was always one to smell her food before eating. She bent her head, sniffing Peanut's inner thigh, cheek brushing against his dick. His scent hit her all at once. Candlelight had left a lot to her imagination, but now she could sense the way he craved her. Grape wanted to respond in kind, to give him the most direct answer to their desire. Saliva flooded her mouth, so close to sinking her maw on his tip. Taking a deep breath, she backed away. She held his warm rod, not daring to move her paw. Her first licks pressed down on his balls. The thin fur ruffled against her spined tongue, picking up a taste of arousal. It was subtle compared to the strength of it sitting just above.

Peanut huffed softly. He tilted his head, burying his nose in Tarot's thick fur. Tarot kept kissing his head, working her stubby fingers under his costume collar. Once it was off, she rubbed his neck, keeping him close. Slowly, she worked up courage. Tarot didn't want to lose herself into the allure of the potion, but kissing Peanut could only sate her desires for so long. His scent hit her just like it did for Grape.

Grape's licks moved across his taut skin, pushing his balls up then pressing them down as she neared his penis, never reaching the smooth red flesh. Her thoughts moved in and out. In towards Peanut's desires, making him as excited as possible. Out towards what was to come. She imagined moving her paw, lifting her tongue up to taste his penis even the smallest amount. And she imagined him plowing her, Tarot watching from the side. She huffed. Opening her mouth wide, Grape sucked on his balls, her teeth holding him there, making him moan. She held down on his thighs, keeping him from thrusting into her soft paw, out of her mouth. Above, Tarot still petted him, but was growing distracted. She and Tarot were in a race. They both craved more of him, but neither of them wanted to be the first to interfere with the other and end the peace.

Tarot smooched Peanut on his lips, tilting his head up. She found a new path, one that might let her boyfriend get her off while still letting Grape enjoy him. Tarot grabbed a pillow, moving aside.

Peanut's legs shot out beside Grape. His body fell flat, dicking pointing straight up. Grape glanced up to see Tarot's large frame sitting down on top of Peanut, burying his face in the gap between her thighs. Grape, red in the muzzle, quickly returned her kisses to his sack. The angle allowed her to reach her tongue further under his balls, wetting them all the way around. Her nose pressed between his testicles, absorbed by the smell, licking just between his balls and his ass. She tasted the Autumn in his fur, the tension welling inside him. Either from her touch or from Tarot on top of his face, Peanut's knot started to swell in her unwavering paw. All she could think about was jerking him to completion, but she lowered her paw, cupping his sack. She licked the end of his sheath, waiting for the next drip of pre to reach her tongue. Craving him, she allowed the smell to fill her head like the foggy high of catnip.

Tarot started to pant. Part of Grape worried for the comparably smaller dog below, pressed tight against the female dog's muff to drown in wanton desire. It wouldn't be the worst way to go. But sympathetic to both of them, Grape lifted her head up, away from her desires, from the arousal drooling down her own thighs.

"Tarot, did you want to mate him?" Grape said.

Tarot stopped sliding her hips over Peanut's muzzle, releasing his head. "Huh?"

"Please Tarot," Peanut gasped.

"Did he cum?" she asked.

The cat gave Peanut's soaked ballsack a gentle squeeze, making him twitch with a bead of pre. "He's yours."

Tarot gave a chuckle. "Tell me if you want a turn."

Peanut could hardly react. Tarot turned around and adjusted herself, sinking so fast that Grape wasn't even sure they were doing it. Confirmation came with the grunt of Peanut, of Tarot raising her head up to the ceiling and letting off a long and desperate sigh. Peanut's legs tensed, and as Grape backed up, she saw Peanut's knot pressed against Tarot's thighs. Grape licked her lips.

"Dogs above, I needed you," Tarot breathed.

Peanut struggled to speak with Tarot weighing on him. "Keep going," he said.

Peanut was pressed into the mattress. His dick slid deeper, hugging the slight curve of her walls, vagina pulsing with a warmth unlike anything before. His head fell to the side, tongue hanging out. He grabbed onto her legs; he couldn't reach her hips. Once she managed to take the edge off her urges, Tarot slowed her pace. She held the back of his head till he looked up at her. Her pussy squeezed him, matching his arousal. Still Peanut panted and moaned, more than she expected.

"Hey, you don't have to fake it for me," Tarot said.

"I-I'm not faking it! Grape's licking my knot."

Tarot twisted to see Grape nestled under her tail. Grape didn't stop to speak, only to breathe. Grape's tongue rasped against Peanut's bare flesh. With the two of them linked, endlessly squeezing out arousal, Grape would taste both of them. Tarot inhaled, feeling him twitch inside her. She wagged her tail, letting it brush against Grape's head. "I think we should let her."

Grape's digits played with the weight of Peanut's sack, her tongue reaching to where his dick met Tarot's lips.

"Okay," Peanut grunted.

By focusing on the loveable dog below her, Tarot hoped to keep control. She let her body fall on Peanut, finding just enough flexibility to look into his eyes. Her paws held him down. Their digits intertwined. With heavy thrusts, she moved. The angle made her grind heavily against the back of his dick. Warmth coursed through her, their bodies sliding against each other too easily. It was too warm. They never put on a condom. Peanut's bare length pumped into her, dripping with pre. Tarot moaned as the warmth seeped further in. The thought of him cumming in her made her thighs clench up around his dick. She could barely get her words out.

"No condom?" she asked.

Peanut only met her gaze, his occasional moans ever more certain. Behind, Grape still did her best to keep his knot clean, keep his balls tense.

The pomeranian pressed down on her boyfriend, shuddering, moaning. "Hhhhaa. It does feel like a good time to start trying for them, huh?"

He only nodded, struggling to hold off. Tarot kept sliding, each hump down grinding against his knot. She swore Grape's tongue flicked over her flesh, sending sparks through her body. Lust poured into her, losing out against the essence of the potion. Her bouncing became one-sided, doing her best to cum on Peanut's cock. She rubbed her clit, stretching against his knot. Peanut begged for relief.

The cat wasn't able to keep her licks out of the way of the desperate movement. Peanut's knot was beginning to disappear under the weight of a horny werewolf. He was rocking his hips up to meet her labia, like they still had to fight to tie no matter how big she was. Grape sat back and took in the sight of the two dogs. Her envy prodded at the back of her mind. She wanted to feel that same tightness then and there, to let him lock inside her walls and flood her. Tarot had even given her the option to interrupt. Interrupting felt wrong. She stood, lying down next to him. Her paw soothed his panting chest, moving up to his neck. To Grape's surprise, Peanut found her paw. He brought her in, face to face, kissing her. Grape pressed her tongue into his mouth, mirroring his own need. All too soon, he tilted his head up. Tarot shook the bed, grunting, putting all her weight on the swollen base of his dick. Her lips stretched, slipping around it, burying his knot as far as it would go.

"Gghhhaa!" Peanut moaned. He tried to thrust. One paw clenched on Grape's. Tarot's pussy pressed against his balls, coated in a layer of Grape's saliva. He pulsing out cum, jetting into her unprotected sex. Feeling his dick twitch only amplified the pleasure she teased from her clit. The pressure became too much to hold onto. She came with him, their raw desires mixing, endless in their relief.

Without thinking, Tarot fell on top of him and closed her teeth around Peanut's neck. His eyes went wide; Grape gasped. Tarot pulled back a second later.

"Why in the smoked salmon did you do that!?" Grape exclaimed.

"I don't know; it felt like the right thing to do!" Tarot said. "Peanut, are you okay?"

"I think so," he said, rubbing the location on his neck. "Wait, does this mean what I think it does?"

Grape sat up. She took a minute to connect the dots.

"It's a potion," Tarot said. "It shouldn't be transferable like that, at least..."

"At least what?" Grape pressed.

Tarot fell back down onto Peanut. "Oh my dog, we just mated for real. Can I at least try to enjoy the afterglow?"

Peanut wrapped his legs around Tarot's butt, squishing the tie in further. "I can't wait for werewolf puppies!"

Tarot moaned. "I'm not even in heat, Peanut. It's probably not going to take."

"Oh."

"They would be pretty cute though," she murmured.

The combined activities of the entire day caught up to Tarot. Her muscles screamed with exhaustion, and Peanut proved to be a perfect pillow to unwind. His rod kept pulsing cum into her, and his knot never seemed to shrink at the rate it usually did. Peanut held her more easily, giving her a place to appreciate him. But Peanut wasn't getting bigger, she was losing her status.

Grape watched with lazy fascination. Once he had caught his breath, Peanut pulled her back to his lips. Making out with him felt natural. By the time her jaw was getting sore, Peanut might've been small enough to pull out of Tarot. She considered asking if he had another round in those balls. But she yawned wide, cuddling up against him. Tarot fell to the other side of him, pulling off his knot. She didn't have the energy to clean up and left his cum drooling out of her.

Piece by piece, the sensations of morning arrived to Grape. The crick in her neck. The arm that had fallen asleep under Peanut. The light fighting against her eyelids. Tarot sputtered, almost snoring, on the other side of Peanut. But even without opening her eyes, not all of it felt familiar. Peanut snored loudly, but she had never heard him snore. The biggest point of confusion was the smell. Peanut smelled like a dog who spent all day rolling around in old washcloths.

She opened her eyes and confirmed her suspicions. Peanut's size and proportions mimicked Tarot's from last night. He had morning wood peeking from the most sizable package she had ever seen. The dog yawned and rolled onto his side, facing her. His sheath pressed against her belly. Small unconscious thrusts made dick lengthen in her purple fur.

"Um, Tarot?" Grape whispered.

Instead of Tarot waking, Peanut did. His eyes shot open. Growling, he wasted no time in slinging Grape over his shoulder. She blushed a deep, deep red. Peanut carried her from the room just as Tarot started to wake up.

Grape found her words. "Peanut? Where are we going?"

"Woods."

"To do what?"

"Sex, silly cat," the werewolf said. "You're still horny."

Grape's heart fluttered when he squeezed her whole butt with a single paw. She hugged his shoulder. "Don't be gentle."