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Ordering In & Eating Out

Written and Edited By: MountainKitty

The front door to Violet and Rose's townhouse clicked as the deadbolt unlocked. The handle turned, and the door swung open. Three electronic beeps chirped throughout the building, signaling that a door or window had been opened. The two girls pushed into the cramped foyer on the first floor.

Rose was the first to enter, the cheetah's stature appearing fatigued with her back slouching. Violet followed her in. Her posture was straighter than Rose's, but her heavy eyelids gave away her exhaustion. Rose let out an exasperated sigh, which evolved into a low groan. She kicked off her flats and began her journey up the stairs to the second floor, groaning once more.

"What a day...." Those were the first words she'd spoken since leaving their salon, both too worn out to strike up a conversation on the drive home. "I can't believe how fuckin' busy it was. Ten to six, and I not even fifteen minutes for a break." She paused before taking the last step, concerned her legs wouldn't get her all the way. Violet was still pulling her hightops off, tossing them lazily on top of Rose's shoes.

"Yeah, no kidding. I don't think we've ever seen that many clients before." The coyote paused, shifting her work bag from one hand to the other. "We made some fat stacks today, at least. Enough to pay for this month's rent on the unit alone. Everything we make for the rest of the month goes right in the bank." She pointed this out to Rose, raising her voice as the cheetah disappeared from the top of the stairs.

"Good, now the rest of our profits can go to rent for the townhouse, food, and outrageously overpriced gas for the car." Violet sighed to herself and tuned out Rose's rant. The last thing she needed was negative vibes souring her already strained mood. She was too tired for that. Her stomach rumbled, replacing thoughts of finances with food and how she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"We need to factor in thirty minutes to get food. Schedule in a lunch break." Violet suggested as she ascended the stairs in the same fashion Rose had, feeling almost too weak to make the last steps. She turned her gaze to see Rose rummaging through her purse on the kitchen table. The coyote let her bag down next to the banister, away from where it could be a tripping hazard, then turned her attention to the cheetah and slowly sauntered over to where she was.

Rose stopped her search and smiled, feeling Violet's hands slide over either side of her waist, coming to rest over her tummy. The coyote, being a few inches taller than Rose, pulled herself close to the cheetah and nuzzled her head. She took a long sniff of Rose's rouge-tipped head fur, basking in the scent of lavish shampoo washed into her fur that morning. Violet hummed in Rose's ear, making her revelry known.

"Well, I think we should celebrate," Violet suggested, murmuring in her ear. "Yanno, do something special, considering how well our business is doing." Rose leaned into Violet's embrace and raised her right hand, tenderly stroking the coyote's face.

"What were you thinking?" Rose asked. "Cause I don't know about you, but-" She paused to yawn. "I'm beat...." Her free hand withdrew from her purse, coming to rest on top of one of Violet's at her stomach. Violet chuckled through her nose.

"Okaaaay, why don't we just watch some movies then?" She suggested. Rose leaned her head back and nuzzled the coyote's neck, sighing and rolling her eyes. Violet always knew exactly what she needed to feel better, under any circumstance. Rose's stomach gave an angry growl from under Violet's hands. She made a chirp at her stomach's displeasure, then giggled.

"I think we should get some food first." Her hands pinched at Violet's, and Violet released her girlfriend and withdrew, allowing Rose to continue searching her purse. She rubbed her face with her hands.

"Ugh, I'm way too exhausted to cook anything right now." Violet griped, taking her phone out of her cropped leather jacket before taking it off and hanging it on a dining chair. She walked into their den area and let herself fall back onto the oversized sectional couch, stretching before peering back at Rose from behind one of the cushions. "You wanna order something?" Violet asked, pulling her phone up, already knowing Rose's answer.

"Yeah!" Rose chirped. The mention of getting food suddenly perked up her spirits. She looked over to see Violet's face already aglow with her 'Missthedishes' app.

"What do you want? We have all the options in the world." Her thumb scrolled through the nearby restaurants. Rose yawned again, smiling.

"You know what we haven't had in a while?" She asked. Violet looked up from her phone and gave the cheetah a cheeky smirk.

"What?" The lounging coyote replied. Rose put her hands on her hips, and Violet looked leered in her knee-high skirt and loose-shoulder sweater.

"Pizza, I could kill for some pizza right now."

"What kind?"

Rose paused and hummed, listening to what her stomach was telling her. "Pepperoni and cheese, please." She crooned.

"Classic," Violet said, looking back down at her phone. Rose made her way around the couch to join her girlfriend.

"Can we get it from Jim's, like we used to back when we were dating? I miss having to call a place to order." Violet pulled her legs closer to her body so Rose had room to sit beside her. She felt the couch shift slightly as Rose plopped beside her legs.

"Jim's it is, my love." She closed the app and went into her contacts. Reaching the J's section, she found the number for 'Jim's Pizzeria,' a local pizza place they ordered from frequently when their relationship was taking its first steps. Violet paused. The contact stared back at her on its white background, staring back at her like the name of an old friend she'd lost touch with.

When they moved out together, Rose and Violet hadn't gone far from home. The pizzeria was always within delivery distance, yet their lives became so busy starting the salon that they almost forgot about it. With all the new delivery apps, it was more convenient and, frankly, cheaper to just order from wherever.

Violet stared blankly at her screen for a while, memories of their early relationship playing back like a Super Eight film. Rose noticed the mistiness in her partner's eyes and spoke up.

"Is everything ok, hun?" She asked, snapping the coyote free of her nostalgic trance. Violet blinked a couple of times and shook her head.

"Nothing. It's just weird how fast time flew by, you know? Everything got so busy with the salon. I...almost can't believe we're twenty-seven already. It seems like time only goes faster the older we get." Violet carefully wiped what little tears had gathered from her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. Rose touched Violet's knee and soothingly massaged her thumb over the girl's fur.

"Awe...I feel ya, girl. A hundred percent. But...I'm glad I got to spend that busy time with you." Violet sniffed and looked up from her phone. The two girls' eyes met, and they smiled at each other. Unfortunately, their tender moment was rudely interrupted by a very audible grumble from Violet's stomach.

"Ok, time to order. I'm starving." Violet stated, hunger temporarily driving her emotions into the background of her mind. She tapped the contact and then the call button before putting the device up to her ear, her ear rotating to better listen. Rose snorted at Violet's remark and reached over to the coffee table, grabbing the remote for the TV. The dial tone buzzed in Violet's ear while she anticipated the person picking up on the other side.

Rose clicked the remote, and the TV sprung to life, emitting its little chime, then suddenly playing whichever channel they had last watched. A fast-food commercial was in the middle of shilling its company's latest creation, and Rose scrambled to turn the volume down for Violet, who was looking on, still waiting for someone to pick up. The perking of Violet's ears and eyebrows let Rose know the person on the other side just answered.

"Oh, hey, Umm...yeah, I'd like to place an order for delivery." Rose side-eyed the coyote and smirked. Violet was always a tad flustered when talking on the phone. "Yeah, can I get one large pepperoni pizza, please?"

"Ranch dips, too, pleeeease," Rose begged.

"And two ranch dips." Violet paused for a moment. "Yep, that's everythi-Oh! Wait! Um...can we get extra pepperoni on it?" She paused one more time. "Awesome...Yep, that's fine...Uhhh, two-zero-two-eight-six Oak Meadows Cresent, unit sixty-eight...Credit at the door...Cool, thank you!" Violet hung up the phone and tossed it onto the coffee table.

"Extra pepperoni?" Rose asked, teasing her.

"You know you like it." Violet teased back with a touch of sass. "I can't help it either," she added. "I just love things that have a lot of spots on them." Her last statement came out rather sensually, ramping up into a growl before Violet lunged at the girl, grasping for Rose's midsection with her wiggling fingers. Her tail flapped back and forth as she tickled her girlfriend. Rose let out a deluge of girlish giggles.

"Violet!" Rose blurted out, her words shaking with laughter. Her legs began to kick involuntarily. "Sto-oo-op." She barely got out between violent laughs. Violet showed some mercy and relented, easing back into her spot on the couch with a shit-eating grin cracking her muzzled face.

Rose held her sides as she caught her breath. Once she composed herself, she shuffled up into the spot with Violet and nestled herself against the coyote's body. The cheetah cooed contently before opening her mouth to speak.

"How long is it gonna be?" She asked softly, suddenly feeling sleepy.

"Fifty minutes," Violet answered. The cheetah's eyes sprung open.

"Fifty minutes?!" She retorted in protest. "Honey, I'm staaaaarving." The cheetah rolled her head against Violet's shoulder in exaggerated despair.

"Yeah, well, I can't make it get here any faster." Violet reasoned. Rose scoffed at her rational statement like it was nonsense. "I want to eat just as bad as you do, I promise." She stroked her hand through the cheetah's head fur. Rose blew a raspberry in distaste.

Violet gazed down at the frustrated little cheetah and grasped her thigh with her free hand. "I could always just eat you instead, my dear. Then at least, I wouldn't be hungry anymore." She spoke with a playfully wicked tone and craned her head down to softly nip at Rose's neck a few times. The cheetah snickered and giggled, squirming about in Violet's arms.

"Oh yeah?" Rose challenged, using an adversarial tone, the same one she always chose to tease Violet with.

"Oh, yeah." Violet snarled. She gave her a particularly tough bite, making the cheetah squeal, then kissed the spots she had stricken with her teeth, speaking between kisses. "I. Could. Eat. You. Right. Up." Her kisses made their way up Rose's face. Rose turned her head to face the coyote, and the two pressed their lips together with a moist, lingering smooch.

"Then come eat me like the snack I am." She replied in a tone most sultry, assertiveness in her submission. Her face matched her voice, making the coyote grin like a villain.

Violet picked herself up and moved over Rose like a predator over its prey. She pinned the cheetah down by her shoulders, straddling her waist. Rose looked up at her with want, with need. Her eyes gleamed, screaming, "Please, do go on...."

Violet lowered her head, and their lips connected again, mouths opening this time. The coyote ravished the cheetah, biting, sucking, pulling, and licking where she could, like she reallywas devouring the girl. Periodically, she'd stop to nibble on the girl's neck, forcing either a giggle or a gasp from her right into Violet's ear.

Eventually, Violet's hands wandered from Rose's shoulders, one swooping up to gently caress the cheetah's soft, fuzzy cheek, the other slithering down to her soon-to-be-naked thigh. When Violet squeezed the meaty part of her girlfriend's leg, Rose let a muffled coo into their interlocked muzzles.

She folded a leg up to Violet's rump to be even closer to her lover, forcing her skirt toward her hips and exposing her cotton pink unmentionables to the room. Violet's hand curved under Rose's thigh and gripped it tight. It was close enough to the cheetah's sex that Violet could feel the heat coming off it.

"Oh, Violet..." Rose breathed, breaking their passionate coupling. "...you're always so good at pushing my buttons...." Violet had already started licking the furry nape of her neck, but answered her nonetheless.

"What can I say, Rose?" Violet whispered gravelly into the cheetah's ear. She raked her teeth over the spot she had been tasting. "I like to play with my food before I eat it." Rose cooed, the coyote's words sending shivers up her spine as much as her fangs.

"W-want to move onto the main course?" Rose murmured. The cheetah's words hit her ears, and she pulled away from her lover so she could stare down at her 'prey.' She licked her lips almost cartoonishly and split her face with a grin that displayed all her canine teeth.

"Yeah. I think I've had enough appetizers." She withdrew from Rose and placed her hands on her waist. "Now make like fast food and hurry your warm buns to the bedroom." She half-commanded. Rose giggled and climbed off the couch before trotting toward the bedroom door. Violet's hands fiddled with her blouse buttons as she watched her very own sweet piece of spotted cheetah ass scamper away.

Her hips, rear, and tail swishing back and forth as she went, Rose looked over her shoulder at Violet for a brief moment, giving her a half-lidded 'come hither' look that got Violet up in an instant, hands still fumbling with her blouse as she followed her girlfriend into the bedroom.

The cheetah's nimble fingers flicked on the lights, and the bedroom lit up with purple from the LED bulbs in the lamps and ceiling fixture, each pre-programmed to slowly change from one color to the next. As the room gradually shifted to red, Violet snuck up behind Rose. She slid her arms around the cheetah's midsection, crossing her arms. "Mmmm, now to unwrap you, my little calzone."

Rose scoffed. "You're such a dork." She teased, feeling Violet's fingers curl around the hem of her shirt. "How many more food-related remarks are you going to make?" She raised her arms, allowing Violet to pull the shirt off of her, inside out. The garment lightly ruffled her fur as it traveled over her pelt.

"As many as I can think of, love," Violet muttered back, discarding the shirt on the floor and doing away with her own shirt before unhooking the cheetah's bra with a *snap* that made their ears twitch. The structured garment came loose, and Rose's perky C-cups bobbed free. Rose let a small, content sigh free from her lips, lowered her hands before herself, and let Violet take it the rest of the way off.

With Rose's upper body now bare, Violet tucked herself against her back. She ran her hands over the cheetah's waist and stomach, refamiliarizing herself with those all-too-familiar curves. This eventually extended to her hips, and her fingers tugged at Rose's knee-high skirt, incrementally pulling them down inch by inch. Finally, when the skirt's waistband passed her hips, it fell daintily to the carpeted floor around Rose's feet with a furl.

"Only one more piece to unwrap," Violet whispered in Rose's ear, making her lover shiver. She slid down Rose's body like a stripper pole and rested her cheek on Rose's plump rear. The coyote grinned to herself and hooked a finger under the narrow strip of Rose's panties, where they covered the girl's most secretive spots. Then, she yanked them down the cheetah's legs in one swift move. An excited yelp came from above, and Violet's ears snapped to attention. Violet, pleased with herself, stifled a snicker. With her girlfriend thoroughly undressed, she stood back up to enjoy her handiwork.

Rose wriggled in Violet's hold, squirming as the coyote's hands kneaded her spotted fur. Her arms wrapped around Rose's waist, her head nuzzled her neck, and her left leg curled around the cheetah's, leisurely stroking it up and down. Rose's hand caressed Violet's face while it nested on her shoulder. The other met the coyote's hands at her stomach.

The two stood there, entwined, basking in the warmth and comfort of having one another's bodies so close. Violet's hands eventually traveled up Rose's quivering belly to her furry breasts. She gently and tenderly massaged the girl's chest, one hand refusing to linger long, heading north to knead the longer chest floof above. Rose cooed joyfully, succumbing to Violet's passionate embrace...and her own arousal.

"You really love to 'play with your food,' huh?" Rose quipped. "Wouldn't you like to '_enjoy your meal'_now?" Violet chuckled through her nose into the cheetah's ear, sending more shivers down her tight body.

"You're right, my snack. I think it's time to feast." Violet reached down between Rose's legs and dragged two furry digits through the cheetah's nether lips. The girl was absolutely soaked. Of course, Violet would be lying if she said she wasn't damp between her own legs. Their appetites were confined to a more...carnal nature now...

"Seems like my meal has been well prepared. She's so hot and juicy, like a thanksgiving bird." She pressed her thumb into Rose's clitoris and curled her fingers deeper into Rose's pussy lips. Rose cried out with a shrill yet pleasureful *ahh!*. Violet, satisfied with the foreplay she had bestowed, released the cheetah and gave her a playful swat on the rear. "Get on the bed. I want to sate my hunger."

"Yes, ma'am," Rose answered, her tone dripping with giddy excitement. She stepped out of the clothes around her feet and crawled onto the bed. As she made her way toward the headboard and pillows, she gave her girlfriend a show of it, lifting her tail to present her goods to the coyote. Her scent already tinged the air. Now it permeated it, driving Violet nuts.

Violet looked on, nearly drooling from both pairs of lips, her hands busy unlatching her bra. She let it fall to the floor. Despite being two sizes larger than the cheetah, her breasts spilled free all the same, standing proud, able to breathe in the musky, lukewarm air. Next were her jeans, which she unbuttoned and unzipped, peeling down her legs by her thumbs.

By this time, Rose had positioned herself on the bed with her head propped up by her pillows, indicated by her pink pillowcases. She marveled at seeing her girlfriend shimmy her tight jeans down her legs with much jubilation, laying there, legs folded sideways, one over the other on the duvet. When Violet looked up, she saw the cheetah staring at her thirstily, absentmindedly nibbling on her claws. The coyote straightened her body and teased the cheetah with a knowing look, razing her arms and turning slowly in place to give her a good look at her toned body.

"You're looking like quite the snack yourself, hun." Rose purred. She licked her lips, and Violet flashed her a half-lidded gaze and toothy smirk before hooking her thumbs into either side of her black, satin panties. She yanked the two sides down as far as they could go without her bending over. The part between her legs caught on the closed gap between her thighs, then, with some extra force, popped free.

Violet let the last article fall off her body, then stepped out of the small pile around her feet. She leaned forward, crawling onto the bed, eyes never leaving Rose's glazed stare, like a predator stalking its prey. The closer Violet got to her prey, the more Rose splayed her spotted legs open for the girl, inviting the hungry coyote in, treating the ever-opening space between them like a runway for Violet's pointed canine face to make its landing. Violet looked down at her the girl's landing zone, ready for touchdown.

Violet planted her nose in the thick tuft of pubic fur above Rose's lady parts, taking a long sniff and savoring the rich scent of her girlfriend she was so accustomed to. Her eyes flashed up at Rose, who now wore a more devious smile. "What are you waiting for, love? Dinner is served." With that, Violet waited no longer.

Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and flicked over the cheetah's little bean. Rose gasped and bit her lip, blushing under her fur as she awaited Violet's next stroke. Violet peered up at the cheetah, her alluring gaze piercing the girl's soul. Rose pleaded with her eyes for Violet to continue, and so she did.

Violet dragged her tongue slowly over the girl's sex another time, then another. Rose closed her eyes, focusing on the feelings blossoming between her legs. She let out a breathy sigh. Her hands wandered down to Violet's head, caressing the coyote's ears, massaging them with her thumbs.

Rose moaned out, arching her back against the bedsheets. Violet's tongue increased its pace, slowly picking up speed. "Oh, Violet..." Rose cooed. Violet applied some pressure to the coyote's head, forcing her face against her coochie, demanding her girlfriend sate the gnawing hunger in her loins. Her stomach cut in to remind her of her original hunger, growling angrily. "Pizza..." Rose mumbled, thoughts of food forcing themselves up front, absentmindedly spilling out as words.

Violet's shoulders shuttered, and hot puffs of breath blew out her nose over Rose's naval, snickering at her girlfriend's wandering mind. Her mouth curled into a smile over Rose's labia. Switching things up, Violet's tongue flicked circles around Rose's clit, canoeing to a point for precise application. That was sure to bring her attention back to the matters at hand.

And bring it back it did. Rose squealed in delight, shoving the coyote's face further down. Violet's muzzle closed around the cheetah's pussy, her tongue diving into Rose's hole without thinking. The coyote rapidly worked her long canine tongue on the girl, curling and wriggling it inside her. Rose writhed and arched her back. She was reaching nirvana, but circumstances would see her tossed back to earth with a rude awakening.

The doorbell's sudden *ding dong!* rang through their townhouse, breaking the two of their self-gratified trance. Their ears perked, and Violet's swiveled toward the open bedroom door. She lifted her head, pulling her tongue out of her girlfriend and abandoning its sensuous task as distraction pulled her from Rose's flower.

"That was fast." She remarked, frowning. "How much tim-" The coyote cut herself off when her gaze landed on the digital clock on Rose's nightstand. "Holy shit, we've been going at this for half an hour." She stated, bemused.

"Yeah, you were down there for a while," Rose informed, struggling to catch her breath.

"It didn't feel like that," Violet said, looking off in thought. Another ring of the doorbell made them both start.

Rose groaned and pulled her legs together, rocking them gently back and forth in protest. "I was so close." She lamented. Her arms rose, and her palms ground into her face like she was trying to wipe sleepiness from her eyes.

"Yeah. But now we get to eat pizza." Violet reminded her disappointed lover. She was already pushing herself off the bed and onto her feet while observing the spotted feline. "Which would you rather have? Pizza? Or an orgasm?" Rose's stomach rumbled at the question.

"Ugh," She scoffed, coupling her arms together, obscuring her face as her hands reached back through her head fur and over her ears. She looked as if she were genuinely contemplating the question, like she might rather starve than be deprived of Violet's tongue. "Pizza..." She answered reluctantly, her hunger winning out over her libido.

"Good girl." Violet praised, a casual smile painted on her face. "It's not like you really had a choice anyway. I paid thirty dollars for our food. I'm not throwing our money away just to slurp your pussy juice all night." Rose giggled at the coyote's phrase and let her eyes peek from between her elbows. She noticed Violet throwing her white bathrobe on.

"You're wearing that to the door?" Rose asked, her arms coming down to rest in her lap.

"Yeah," the coyote replied nonchalantly, tying the rope around her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. "It'll be fine, whatever." Rose presented Violet with a furrowed brow and a scrunched-up side smirk of incredulity. Her arms crossed under her breasts.

"Don't you dare fuck with the pizza guy, Violet. It's mean." She pleaded. Looking at her girlfriend with a degree of concern. Rose knew from experience how a woman could make a man feel with just a few words and promiscuous attire.

The coyote slipped a credit card from her wallet into her robe. "I won't," she replied, unable to contain her coy smirk. She turned and left the room. Rose watched her go, particularly the lower hem of Violet's robe as the coyote's tail wagged, lifting it from side to side.

"Be nice!" She called as Violet descended the stairs to the front door. "He got our food here very fast!"

Violet chuckled quietly to herself as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her hand unlocked the deadbolt, then she grabbed the handle. The door swung open to a very tired-looking opossum holding an insulating pizza bag by its handles. His baggy eyes widened a touch at the sight of Violet.

"Uh, for Violet?" he asked, an evident unease in his voice.

"Mhm," The scandalously clad coyote confirmed. "That's me." The opossum hung the bag by his arm and drew up a wireless card machine. He pressed a few buttons with his furless, clawed thumb. Violet's pupils dilated at the sight of it, knowing her time to have her fun had begun.

She padded her robe, pantomiming the lack of payment options, drawing the fabric closer to her body with each touch of her hand, further accentuating the curves of her body. The delivery possum watched with a furrowed brow as she concluded her false search at her butt, each hand on the flank of a cheek.

"Oh, damn, that's right, I recently lost my debit card; my credit card expired too. Unfortunately, the bank hasn't mailed me my replacement." Her voice held just enough irritation at being believable yet was wet with a certain playfulness that was hard to ignore. She let her hands run up her clothed backside, nearly pulling the soft fabric high enough to reveal her lady parts.

She saw his eyes flicker down momentarily, clearly stopping himself from peeking at a customer right before them. Violet's hand slid up the doorframe, and she leaned on it, rolling her hip in the opposite direction, striking a lazy, seductive pose. Her robe loosened around her shoulders, threatening to fall open, thus exposing her breasts to the young man. Her free hand played with her dark hair, shiny well-conditioned locks winding around an expertly-manicured finger, flourishing her purple highlights.

"Maybe there's another way I could pay you?" She asked, her voice dripping with a lewd intent, her words carried by velvet sails on silken waves. It took all her willpower not to burst into laughter. Instead, the corner of her lips twitched ever so slightly as her façade began to slip. The opossum swallowed so hard Violet could hear it. She eyed the bulge of his adam's apple bob up, then down again as he did.

"Uhhh." The boy replied nervously. His voice broke, and he was quick to clear it with a short rumble. His eyes darted back and forth between her and some random spot beyond her. His face was flush with embarrassment and confusion like he was trying to decide whether this situation was real or not...whether or not he was being fucked with.

"Uhm." He repeated. His mouth hung open, emanating faint squeaks and grunts as his brain fought the hormones raging within him. Violet figured he must be blushing from head to toe. She crossed her legs in a bid to keep a straight face, squeezing her thighs together, inadvertently causing her visage to become ever more tantalizing to the young adult opossum.

Her sexually charged front could no longer hold, however, and she broke into fits of nasal snickers, her canine teeth flashing in the dark. Her head hung for a few seconds, her hair falling like a curtain, before she straightened up, pushing off the door frame while whipping her credit card from her robe's pocket.

"I'm just messing with you, man." She said, muzzled face split by a mischievous smirk. She held the card out to him to tap on his payer. The boy's face shifted into an uneasy smile. He chuckled uneasily.

"Haha, yeah...you got me." He said, sounding almost defeated in his tone. He then realized she was awaiting his machine and hastily brought it up for her. Violet took it and entered a generous tip amount before tapping her card. The machine beeped before confirming her transaction, then beeped again. She returned the device to the flustered opossum and tucked her card into her pocket.

Violet watched him pull the pizza box from its insulated cocoon. Steam billowed through the box's imperfect seal into the cool night air. Violet licked her lips, knowing the cheese inside would be near-molten. Rose would love that. She could already see the cheetah grabbing a big stringy slice before inevitably burning the roof of her mouth with her first bite

Violet's attention quickly swiped away from the opossum. She had her fun, and now it was time to return to Rose so the two could fill their naked bellies with good food. The coyote snatched the steaming box from the boy and turned to head inside. "Have a good night!" She imparted half-heartedly before swinging the door closed and locking the deadbolt.

Violet hustled up the stairs and back into the bedroom, where Rose remained naked, lying on the bed watching the coyote as she returned, carrying the pizza like a hero of an old legend returning from a quest. The smirk on Violet's face was anything but heroic, though, more like a child who had just pulled a devious prank.

Rose scowled as her girlfriend waltzed into the room.

"You fucked with him, didn't you?" She asked, the fire in her voice like an angry mother. Violet just sashayed to her dresser, her smile unbroken as she slipped her card from her pocket with two fingers.

"Maybe a little...." She replied, not so guiltily. She let the plastic card fall onto the dresser beside her wallet and stepped to the bed. Rose was rubbing the ridge of her snout between a finger and thumb. Her brow was furrowed and knitted.

"Violet...you're terrible." She replied, drawing out 'terrible' with each syllable. She sounded disappointed but overall forgiving. Somewhere deep inside, she knew violet would disregard her and have her fun. Screwing with the pizza guy was something Violet did all the time back when they were still in school. It was in her nature, like the world's most adorable dog tracking mud inside. It just happened. Violet's mischievous, rambunctious compulsions were what drew the cheetah to her in the first place. They never got to be too much but never got old, either. The only thing that had changed was their home and who delivered the pizza.

"Yeah, I am. But I bet he'll have a great story to tell his friends." Violet dropped the pizza box on the center of their bed and untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor. "Now..." She said, climbing onto the bed. "Let's feast."

Rose lifted the steamy, partially soggy lid open, and the two mammals took in the sight and smell of their beloved pizza. Their pupils dilated for the cheesy golden delight before them. Like two treasure hunters finally opening a chest of gold and gems. Their wide eyes closed as they inhaled long whiffs, letting every aroma from every ingredient tickle their nose and paint a mental picture of the flavors to come.

The two unopened cups of ranch dip garnished the cheesy pie, their blue foil lids contrasting with the glowing sun yellow of the cheese. The cheese was pocked with specs of overcooked brown cheese like sunspots on a star. The bright blood red of the pepperoni slices glistened with specks of their own grease. For a delivery pizza, it was perfect. Of course, it was. It was Jim's pizza. It was always perfect, and after all the years the two mammals had been together, it had remained that way.

The two looked at each other.

"Oh my god, this looks fucking incredible." Rose blurted out.

"Yeah, almost as incredible as you," Violet remarked. Rose giggled, shoeing her hand at the coyote and then bringing it to her mouth to mask her smile.

"Oh, shut up, you." Rose jested. "I'm still mad at you for messing with the delivery boy." If she genuinely was still unimpressed by her girlfriend's behavior, it didn't show. Her need to feed overwrote her irritation. She leaned forward in her spot and hastily snatched up a slice, intent on sating her ravenous hunger. Her chosen slice's cheese clung to the adjacent ones by errant strings, which thinned before snapping or simply dropping onto the cardboard below. She bared her feline teeth, carefully taking a bite. Her hand reached up to block the sight of her mouth from Violet.

"Oh, you should...wait...." Violet tried to warn the girl at the last second, but her voice trailed off when she saw the cheetah bite down. She chewed, open-mouthed, to avoid the molten cheese burning the roof of her maw. Just as Violet had predicted.

"Ah!" The cheetah groaned out of pain. "Isth hot!" She held the flopping slice over the pizza box to prevent a greasy spill on their duvet cover.

"Yeah, I bet. The box was steaming when the guy gave it to me. Sorry, I tried to warn you, but you were too quick." Rose groaned again. Violet cracked open a ranch cup, then grabbed a slice for herself and dunked it in the creamy white paste. She stuck her tongue out as her maw opened, shoving the ranch-soaked end into her mouth before any could dribble onto the bed. She chewed it, humming with approval before swallowing.

"Fuck yeah, that's good." She sighed. "Dip it in the ranch, hun. It cools it off a bit."

Rose gingerly peeled the foil lid off her cup with one hand and went to dip her slice in. They both sat, wordlessly eating to the sounds of squelchy chewing, hearty swallowing, and hums of delight. Their first slices were consumed in no time, and their greedy, gluttonous hands went back for more.

"Ugh, it's been too long since we ordered from Jim's. this is beyond delicious." Violet remarked, hoisting the new slice to her mouth.

"I know, right? Why don't we get Jim's more often?" Rose asked, snatching up her own second piece. Violet paused mid-bite to answer very matter-of-factly.

"Cause we're renting a townhouse and the unit for our salon, a salon which pays for our rent for both," Rose eyed the coyote. "so...we're broke all the time," Violet finished. She nearly chomped down on her slice when Rose grabbed her wrist.

"Wait." She hastily implored. "Feed me your slice."

Violet raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" she asked, genuinely confused. Rose restated her request.

"Your slice, feed it to me."

Violet scoffed out a snicker.

"...Why?" She asked.

"Because..." Rose paused, explanation failing her. "Just...feed me yours."

"You want me to...feed you the pizza?" The coyote's eyebrows were raised and knitted together in a confused, almost concerned manner. Rose nodded and hummed a short *mhm* in confirmation.

"Pleeeeease, Violet. Please feed me pizza." She pleaded. A coy smirk marred her face. "I'll feed you yours." She began bargaining. "It'll be fun." Violet returned her girlfriend's smirk with her own devilish one. Her eyes flashed over the cheetah's naked body.

"Ok." She replied, and she shuffled closer to the feline. "Open wide." She crooned. Rose leaned toward her, closed her eyes, and let her maw hang open. Violet carefully ferried her slice to Rose's face and rolled its cheesy pointed end over her tongue.

Rose's mouth closed around the piece, and she slowly drew her head back, smiling contently and purring to herself while she chewed her sloppy mouthful. "You like that?" Violet asked, grinning with amusement. Rose swallowed and gave Violet a few nodding shakes of her head.

"I swear it tastes even better from your hand, love." She leaned forward again and took another bite, Violet simultaneously feeding it to her.

"Well, I do have magic fingers," Violet commented, wiggling the fingers of her free hand in a flourish. Rose nearly choked on the pizza in her mouth as she giggled. Then, she composed herself and wiped the lingering tomato sauce off her snout with the back of her paw. Violet's eyes flashed down at Rose's empty hand for an instant. "You gonna feed me a slice or what? I'm starving here." She lightheartedly suggested.

Rose made a girlish grunt in accord and grabbed one of the pieces from her side of the pie. She wrapped her arm around Violet's and lifted her hand to the coyote's face. Violet opened wide and chomped down hard, tearing half the slice off to chew it.

"Slow down, hun," Rose warned, giggling. Violet just shook her head like the chunk of pizza were small-game prey she'd finally caught up with and had snatched up in her jaws. She growled a canine growl to emphasize her performance, then stopped to look back at the cheetah with puppy dog eyes. Rose just laughed. "You're ridiculous." She commented before Violet pushed Rose's pizza into her waiting mouth.

Violet swallowed hard to clear her mouth. "You were right; this does taste better when a beautiful lady feeds it to you." Rose puffed at Violet's use of 'beautiful lady,' the comment clearly about the coyote herself as much as her. She fed the coyote another bite, and Violet eagerly took it, her tail flapping excitedly behind her on the bed.

"Oh, you flatterer." Rose cooed.

The two continued feeding the other, the noises of their feasting now backdropping soft moans and the *wap wap wap* of Violet's happy tail on the duvet. They finished each other's slices and went for more, dipping them in what was left of the ranch before bringing their chosen segments to each other's mouths.

The mutual feeding began to take on a more sensual tone. As their hunger abated, their libidos from earlier returned. They gazed at each other through longing, half-lidded eyes while they ingested the pizza the other offered. The satisfied moans produced by the two gradually intensified, enticing the other. Furry bodies eased closer together. Violet was the first to speak once her mouth was empty.

"Hey, is this kinda...hot to you?" She asked, beginning to munch the outer crust of the piece Rose was feeding her. The cheetah swallowed her mouthful.

"Oh, this is super fucking hot," Rose replied. Her voice had a sizzle to it. It was heavy and dripped with passion. The cheetah eyed a red splotch where she had dribbled pizza sauce on Violet's collarbone. Without warning, she darted forward, planting her mouth on the coyote's upper chest, running her tongue over the girl's fur, removing the blemish through a combination of licking and sucking.

"Whoa!" Violet yipped, pulling back out of instinct. "Still hungry, I see."

"Hungry for you, gorgeous," Rose said breathily, looking up into Violet's eyes. "I need a hot...puppy pizza...real bad."

Hot jolts of arousal sparked through Violet at the cheetah's words, and she shivered. The coyote swallowed hard, then shot Rose a confident smirk. She pushed herself backward with her feet, away from the cheetah. Rose followed her, crawling over the coyote's bare body.

"You want this steaming hot puppy pizza?" Violet asked, her smirk migrating into a toothy grin.

"Yeah," Rose replied. "I'm fucking famished."

Rose closed in on Violet's face, and their muzzles joined, opening for a wide kiss. Their lips locked tight together, their tongues dancing with one another. they only broke their embrace to lick the sauce and grease from each other's lips, leaving the other spotless through sheer romantic meticulousness bordering on obsession.

"This is so weird, but so...very hot," Violet murmured. She'd never thought eating a pizza with her significant other would turn her on as much as it did. But oh, did it ever...

"Mhm?" Rose answered with a hum. She sat up, looking down at her canine girlfriend with warped glee. "You want it to get weirder? We still have two slices left." She asked, pointing to the pizza box with a lethargic hand. Violet swallowed a sudden lump in her throat.

"How much weirder?" She asked, wearing an uneasy smirk on her muzzled face. Rose snorted, gazing into Violet's eyes with a mischievous gleam and a sly look on her face.

"Well, earlier on the couch, you likened me to a pepperoni pizza with my spots and all, which, fair enough, I _am_delicious." The cheetah explained. Violet nodded along with a short "Mhm."

"Perhaps you'd like to...devour...your pepperoni pizza?" Rose asked coyly. Violet cocked her head in confusion, one of her ears drooping.

"I...don't follow..." Violet replied. "You want me to eat you out again?" Rose giggled at her.

"Nooooo." She teased, an upward inflection in her voice. "Well...yes, but we'll work up to that." She added, rolling away from Violet. She crawled next to the pizza box, plopped down on her rear, and spread her legs. Violet curiously watched her girlfriend as Rose picked one of the last two slices from the open box. Then, delicately, she plucked piece after piece of pepperoni off the greasy, cheesy surface and placed them on her body.

First, she covered her nipples, laying one pepperoni each over the pink flesh. Then, she placed one over her belly button. The rest she used to cover various spots on her fur, caring little for the orangish stains that would take several showers to wash out.

Finally, she placed the pizza slice, now bare in melted cheese, between her legs, obscuring her lady parts from Violet's view. The coyote's eyes had gradually widened as Rose prepared herself in such a way, eyebrows steadily rising in interest. It was like the cheetah herself was a giant slice being decorated with ingredients. She licked her chops without realizing it, and Rose took that as a definite interest.

"Is my mutt hungry?" Rose asked, taunting the canine. When the two got intimate, Violet adored being addressed as a 'mutt.' It was her secret weakness, and Rose loved exploiting it. The cheetah watched her girlfriend's fur bristle as the word left her snout. Violet's composure took on a more ravenous look.

"Yeah, I'm hungry," She replied, her voice heavy and humid. "And I've got the most delicious-looking pizza I've ever seen right before me." She leaned forward in her spot, and her hands and knees took her slowly toward the splayed-out cheetah. "A perfect pizza...."

Rose stared into Violet's hungry, almost feral eyes.

"Here I am...Hot and ready..." Rose breathed, biting her claw seductively.

Violet crawled between her parted legs and over her body, asserting dominance over her feline food. Violet leaned forward, craned her head down without breaking eye contact, and licked the first pepperoni off Rose's right breast. She took care to scoop the salty meat up with a forceful flick of her tongue. Her ears twitched to the soft coo Rose gave in response.

She swallowed the wafer-thin disc of meat whole and went about licking the greasy orange residue left over, an excuse to give Rose's teat more attention. Rose's coos made her approval known. Breaking eye contact, Violet moved her head to Rose's other breast, brushing strands of black hair out of her eyes.

This time, she brought her mouth down and encompassed Rose's pepperoni-covered nipple. Violet quickly sucked up the piece and swallowed it, sucking the cheetah's pink flesh at the same time. The coyote's long, narrow tongue pressed against Rose's areola, drawing loops around the bud at the center. Her tongue flicked over the erect nub. All the while, the vacuum sustained by her mouth pulled the sensitive flesh between her canine teeth. Rose's mouth hung open as adorable sounds of delight floated out, wafting into Violet's ears like sweet lullabies.

With a *pop* that made both their ears twitch, Violet let go of the cheetah's breast and lingered there for a few moments, letting her hot breath fall over the pink circle below her. Then, her eyes flickered up to Rose's lazy, half-lidded eyes.

"Such a scrumptious morsel." She growled. "I can't wait for the main course." The coyote gave a lustful glace over the rest of Rose's body. "But it looks like I have a way to go." She concluded, remarking on the numerous pepperonis adorning Rose's slim form.

Violet traveled down to Rose's ribs, licking two more pieces of salty meat off her body, revealing the black spots below. She was sure to spend the time cleaning each place as free of grease as she could, forcing giggles and gasps from her as Violet's tongue tickled the skin beneath her hide.

Rose's belly button was next on the menu. Violet's tongue scooped the pepperoni covering it from its place. Violet slowly chewed this one, creating suspense before swallowing and going back to dig through the cheetah's tummy hole, her tongue lashing out with abandon.

Rose giggled and squirmed. Her belly had always been a ticklish place for her, a place Violet often took advantage of. "Violet!" Rose cried. "Stop!" Violet pulled her mouth from the girl to speak.

"I haven't finished my pizza yet, kitten. So you'll just have to...endure." Violet growled before going back to tease and torture the girl. Rose's legs folded as she tucked them closer to herself. She wrapped them around her girlfriend as she had her cruel fun with her, uncontrolled laughter squeezed from her as her abdominal muscles clenched.

"P-p-ple-ea-se!" The cheetah begged, her words broken up as she giggled them out. "S-to-op! I-....I'm go-onna pee!" Rose's hands gripped Violet's hair, and the coyote grunted as pain electrified her scalp. She removed her face from her girlfriend's belly button and looked up at her. The coyote's eyes were wincing in pain, one more than the other. Rose *urp*ed with guilt and let go of Violet's long locks.

"Ow...Why did you put a pepperoni there, then?" She asked, her voice tinged with pain. Rose answered bashfully, regretful that she had somehow hurt her girlfriend.

"Sorry...I didn't think you'd go that hard." She giggled before adding. "I thought you'd want to hurry to the main course." Her legs began to relax, stopping as her feet reached the bedspread but keeping her knees raised.

"No, I deserved that. I should have stopped the first time to asked me." Violet chucked, adding, "You should know I like to...savor my meals."

Rose added her own chuckle. "It's ok," Rose reassured.

"You want me to keep going? Move on to the next part, I mean." Violet asked, clarifying.

"Yes!" Rose exclaimed, lowering her voice to breathily add, "please do...you haven't finished your pizza yet."

"Indeed, I haven't," Violet replied, the salacious heat returning to her tone. Her head craned down again, her nose sniffing out the last two pepperoni pieces dotting her hips. First one, then the other, the coyote picked them off the girl with her maw.

Rose quivered, feeling Violet's teeth raking through her fur as she devoured the two snacks off of her body. Her gasps brought Violet's ears to attention, egging her on. Rose flinched as a canine tongue licked each spot clean, soothing the nips and bites doled out by her lover.

"Oh, Violet..." Rose breathed, her voice heavy with anticipation. "Hurry up and clean your plate." Violet turned her head up at her.

"I'm getting to that, my sweet supper," Violet growled. She dragged her tongue down Rose's naval, shuffling into a kneeling position that allowed her access to her main course. Her upper body swooped down between Rose's legs, her head following, bypassing the slice of cheese and bread censoring Rose's lady parts from view.

"Eat me..." Rose whispered with bated breath. Violet said nothing back, only priming herself for what would be her strangest session of cunnilingus to date. How would she do this? How does one eat out their girlfriend while consuming food off their coochie?

"Hmm," Violet hummed, "Should I nibble at my meal, savoring every bite? Or should I devour you as fast as I can?" She feigned confidence, for she knew not what she'd do.

Rose's throat emitted an excited chirp, and a fidgeting finger found its place between her teeth again.

Going for broke, Violet's mouth parted, and her tongue cautiously slipped free of her open maw. She pressed forward with her mouth, opening wide. Her tongue curled up and swiped with Rose's sopping folds. A sudden gasp filled her ears as she teased the girl's entrance, the only part not covered in pizza.

Violet flicked her tongue upward, and an agreeable swoon from the cheetah flowed into her ears like a river of silk. Her tongue lifted the pizza slice at the top of its upward stroke and conveyed it into her open maw. She chomped down on it, breaking off the narrow end before chewing and swallowing.

Violet had never been a fan of cheese pizza; she found the all-encompassing taste of mozzarella or cheddar, and nothing but mozzarella or cheddar, offensive. It was too much for her. She needed other ingredients to sparse it out and offer different flavors. That being said, with the lingering taste of meat, mixed with the very present taste of her girlfriend's pussy, which she very much enjoyed, she couldn't say she hated it. It was worth finishing, expressly, because the 'dessert' that would follow would be divine.

The coyote returned for more, her tongue scooping vigorously through Rose's lips before coaxing the pizza slice into her jaws. She bit down, consuming more of the foodstuff and more of her girlfriend's pussy. With each stroke of her tongue, with each moan from the cheetah, the pizza slice dwindled. Soon only the crust remained. For most, this would be the least appetizing part, but for Violet, it was the sweetest morsel of the feast.

Like a snake, Violet's tongue wrapped around the skinny piece of leftover bread and pulled it into her waiting mouth, like some seaborne monster wrapping its tentacles around a hapless ship. She gazed up at the cheetah with a dumb but delighted expression. The bread crunched between her teeth, all on display, just as Rose now was. Rose simply looked on, stifling the giddy laughter threatening to spill forth from her mouth. Violet finally closed her mouth, her neck muscles contracting as she swallowed the last of her meal. The coyote's eyes bore into the cheetah's, and she grinned roguishly to tease her.

"Well, that certainly hit the spot. Now, let's hit your spot, shall we?"

Rose had no chance to even think about what Violet had just said to her, for Violet immediately dove back down between Rose's legs, grinding her canine muzzle into the girl's pussy. Rose's breath drew in briefly before being cut short, her lungs forcing out a cry of shock. Her back arched, her shoulders digging into the mattress. The back of her head sunk into the duvet.

"Oh, fuck, Violet! Yes!! Devour me whole!"

That's just what Violet did. Her tongue lashed through Rose's lower lips before dipping into her depths. Violet's head faintly bobbed up and down as she tongue fucked her girlfriend, her nose bumping and grinding the cheetah's clit with each thrust, her hot breath puffing over it as her head rose, only to dive back into Rose's feminine abyss.

Rose's back straightened, then bent forward so Rose could run her feline fingers through Violet's black hair. Her claws dug into Violet's scalp as she kneaded, letting every sensation of Violet's mouth on and inside her pussy take over her body. She had to resist the urge to push Violet's head back down as it rose from between her legs, away from her sex. The coyote gave her a look that a predator might give their prey the moment before they pounced.

"How's my little pepperoni pizza?" She asked, snarling. Her jowls pulled back, revealing her canine teeth as she growled. Rose just gave her a glaze-eyed look. "Are you finished yet? Should I pull you out of the oven?"

"G-getting there." Rose stuttered, "I think I need a few m-more minutes." The cheetah let out a long sigh as she caught her breath.

"You just let me know when you're...almost ready. Kay, spots?"

Rose nodded her head, chewing her lip, awaiting the bliss to come moments later.

Violet closed her eyes, dipped her head back down, and continued her meal. She lapped over Rose's folds, then slithered her tongue back inside the girl. The bedsheets around the cheetah wrinkled and bunched as Rose writhed over them, her hands grasping handfuls of duvet and gripping them taught in the tight balls that became her fists.

"Ooooh, yeah, right there, right fucking there." Rose breathed, tensing as Violet curled her canine tongue into her g-spot. Her body was on fire, burning with the desire for sweet release, cooking in the stone furnace of ecstasy. She let out a shrieking chirp as Violet's tongue voided her hole and assaulted her clit. Rose collapsed back on the bed, grinding the back of her head into their bedspread, disheveling the longer head fur that passed for hair. Violet plunged back into her depths, and the sensations wracking her body were born anew.

Violet's ears folded against her head as Rose's squeaks and cries stabbed at her eardrums. Her tail wagged furiously back and forth behind her. The flavor of Rose's succulent sauce on her tastebuds drove her on and energized her. Even as her tongue fatigued, she kept going, adrenaline coursing through her body. Lust fogged her mind, and she was lost to a different form of hunger. A hunger for cheetah pussy...

"I'm s-so close to...b-being ready, V-Violet!" Rose stammered, barely able to finish her sentence. Violet already knew this, though. The cheetah's curled toes resting on the small of her back and the spotted thighs squeezing her head told her all she needed to know. For sure, she was a well-done pizza, and she was ready to serve. Violet smiled, baring her teeth so her pointed fangs could stoke against Rose's labia.

Rose's moans swelled. The teasing of Violet's fangs on her inner sex was the final straw that brought her to a glorious climax. As she came, the cheetah's wails reverberated off the couple's gyprock walls. Her legs clutched Violet's head, forcing the coyote deeper into her muff. Eventually, Rose ran out of air, and her lungs struggled to fill so she could cry out raggedly once more.

Violet was all but deprived of her senses. She could not but touch and taste the goings on around her. Her nose was smothered, and so were her ears. Her skin and fur scrunched around her shut eyes, making it hard, if not impossible, to open so long as she was locked in Rose's vise-like grip. Her whole existence remained between her girlfriend's legs for those short minutes, refusing to relent, thus giving the cheetah any respite. However, she was used to this; it happened almost every time she played with Rose in this way, and she loved being there. Though, this was the first time they'd incorporated food into it. It was delicious.

"Ok! OK, Violet! Stop!" Rose shrieked. Her fists gripped the duvet cover so tight it might never be the same. Her ankles were tightly crossed, and her toes were so curled they threatened to puncture her own paw pads. "I c-can only t-t-ake so much!" She was right. One's muscles could only contract so much before cramping set in. Violet couldn't hear her, of course. Her ears were pinned against the fuzzy barrier of Rose's thighs. Rose had to take matters literally into her own hands.

Rose flexed her abdominal muscles, leaning toward her lower body. Groaning, she gripped Violet's dark hair and yanked the coyote away from her coochie. Violet appeared to receive Rose's message and pulled away, straining against Rose's involuntarily leg-lock. She came free, emerging from the cheetah's pelvic region like a diver from the sea, gasping a long, ragged breath, filling her starving lungs.

Violet's nose and tongue struck Rose's love bean one last time as her face pulled free, adding a final moan from the cheetah alongside Violet's long gasp. Rose's legs fell away from her lover, allowing Violet to sit back up on her knees, where she gasped for her own ragged breaths, doubled over with one hand on her thigh and the other on the bed. Rose's legs relaxed, splaying flat against the bedspread around her lover, all the while twitching with residual pleasure.

With a particularly loud sigh that bordered on a groan, Violet let her body roll onto the bed beside Rose's legs. The two of them were panting, both for very different reasons. They stared up at the ceiling, seeing stars in its rough, uneven texture.

"I..." Violet started, finding it hard to speak while gulping down heaving breaths. "I think...you're ready for delivery, my love...." She preceded her words with an out-of-breath chuckle. Rose puffed a*pfft* before breaking down into her own bout of breathy laughter.

The two giggled along with each other, their chortles sporadically broken to catch their breath. Eventually, Violet let out a long sigh and rolled onto her stomach, facing her girlfriend with her head in her hands. "So, how's my little pepperoni pizza?" She asked with a roguish smirk.

"Well done, indeed," Rose replied. She rocked forward, repositioning herself on her side so her face would be right next to Violet's. She gazed into Violet's eyes with a stare of pure satisfaction, something akin to yearning, gleaming in them, like she wasn't yet done with the coyote. "That was pretty-"

"Hot? Yeah, no kidding." Violet interrupted. "And not just the pizza." She paused, looking away from the cheetah in thought, Rose looking Violet over, thinking it was her turn to 'enjoy a hot meal.' "Who knew delivery could be such an aphrodisiac?"

"I'm still feeling a little...peckish, Violet," Rose murmured, her words floating into the coyote's ears on dripping clouds of adoration. She leaned forward and planted a long, wet kiss on her lover's lips, a kiss being happily received by the other. When they pulled away, Violet spoke, unaware of Rose's intention.

"Well...the last piece _is_yours," Violet mentioned, lazily gesturing to the open box. Rose gave her head a short shake. Her eyes followed the coyote's.

"Pizza pie isn't the type of pie I'm in the mood for anymore, Violet." She said, her voice low, practically steaming. Violet's ears perked, and her face brightened. A grin sprouted, showing a few teeth between her lips.

"Oh...well...." She replied, looking away to the pizza box. "Do you mind if I have it?" She asked, drawing her eyes back to Rose.

"Go for it. Just make sure you spread those legs for me, babe." Rose half-demanded, winking.

"Yes, ma'am," Violet replied, grabbing the final slice of pizza and shuffling her naked body up toward the headrest. Rose followed her legs, kicking the empty pizza box off the bed. Her hands traveled over Violet's ankles, then her knees. Violet did as requested, splaying her legs open just enough for the cheetah to crawl through.

Rose placed her hands on Violet's thighs before dipping her head between them. Violet murred at the feeling of a rough feline tongue on her nethers. She took the first satisfying bite of her food, savoring the flavor as much as every slow stroke of Rose's tongue.

She swallowed, using the back of her hand to wipe the lingering moisture of Rose's pussy from her own snout. Her other hand reached down to run her fingers through the cheetah's scalp, petting the feline as she did her work. "What do you wanna do after this?" Violet asked nonchalantly before taking another bite of her pizza.

"More of this," Rose replied, poking her mouth up for a moment before returning to Violet's snatch.

"Mmmm." Violet hummed in agreement, vocalizing her amusement at having both ends of her body pleasured in vastly different ways. She swallowed what was in her mouth, taking in the serenity of their multi-colored room and the sight of her girlfriend picking up speed.

The night, so far, had been divine. They needed this. It had been so long since the two simply got pizza and stayed in. It was like when the two first started dating years before, when this kind of intimacy was commonplace, before they lacked the time and energy that running a business consumed. Violet thought about how far the two had come, where they were going, the food they'd eat, the food they'd eat off each other. She hoped it would never end. She smiled, and her eyes began to water.

She let out a content coo, closing her eyes as she did, her eyelids forcing a tear to roll down her face. Rose hit a delightful spot with her tongue, jostling her free of her nostalgic trip. She almost forgot her girlfriend was going down on her. Not that Rose was doing a lousy job, Violet had simply been lost in thought. Lost in the moment. The coyote gazed down at her girlfriend, hard at work pleasing her.

"Hey, Rose...I love you." She said warmly, rubbing the tear from her fur. Rose looked up from her place, smiling cheerfully with a snout matted with Violet's arousal.

"I love you too, Violet." She quietly replied. The two shared long and yearning stares, admiring what they enjoyed seeing in each other's smiles. Rose maintained their mutual gaze as she slowly lowered her mouth back onto Violet's sex, closing them once her upper lips met Violet's lower.

Violet released a fulfilled sigh and ripped off another piece of her food with her teeth. Her hand scratched through her lover's scalp. The moment was perfect; she had everything she wanted just within reach. Good food and a loving partner.

She spoke up again with a mouth full of bread, cheese, and pepperoni.

"I miss pizza night. We should do this more often...."