“Mmmmm, aloha ‘oe, ya-ta-da-da…” Reuben sang that catchy tune to himself, his foot tapping on the floor while he worked. It was a good song! Though he may have grown to like it more ever since that whole Leroy mess. He took a step back to admire his latest creation. A sandwich stacked up high, well over his own height at that. It was a masterpiece of various meats, cheeses, breads, and whatever sauces and extras he could find in the fridge. Some of which had gotten on his apron, making the clean white material more of a mess of different colors. As he was about to take up the plate, though, he heard a constant knocking at the ship’s entrance. The front panel on the dashboard started blinking. Reuben’s ears perked up - the surveillance camera had to be picking up someone waiting outside the ship. “What the… Thought that big dummy said he wouldn’t be back for another hour or so.” He chuckled as he thought of the nickname that Stitch and his human friend often called Gantu. “Geez, I gotta stop thinking like them. Ah well. Best see who’s at the door,” Reuben said, hopping down from his seat. “He better have picked up some more food…” He scurried over to the dashboard, hitting a button. The screen lit up to reveal the outside area. “Speak of the devil,” he muttered under his breath. “Oh hey, cous… What’s happening? Gotta say, you’re looking blue today. I mean, I know your fur’s blue and all, but you sure are looking more blue than usual, eh?” He chuckled at his own joke, then stopped as he saw no changes in Stitch’s expression. “I, uh, don’t suppose you’re here to stage a coup or beat up on Gantu, eh?” Rueben held up his paws. “Truce, alright? We ain’t in the kidnapping business anymore.” “Can Stitch come inside?” “...you want in? Really? Don't you have something better to do? I thought you’d be hanging out with that singsong-y siren girl of yours. Angel?” It was then that Rueben saw Stitch’s lip begin to quiver. The little blue alien was doing his best to choke back his sobs. Then he started bawling out loud, throwing himself and pounding on the ground with his fists. Rueben rolled his eyes, scooting back from the panel for a bit. “Oh boy. If that ain’t the sound of raw girlfriend issues.” He muttered under his breath. “Alright, alright, come on in.” He scooted the seat further down the panel, pressing the button to the door. ‘Ah jeez, looks like a late lunch for me.’ he thought as he hopped out of the chair. *...........................................* “So, she’s been keeping her distance, huh? Not even letting you get a word in? That’s real rough.” Reuben was carrying two plates to the table, both having a nicely sized section of his sandwich. He sat one down in front of Stitch, taking his spot across the table. By now, his destructive blue cousin had stopped throwing his tantrums, although it was clear Stitch was still feeling sniffly and depressed. He just pushed the plate away, resting his head down on his arms. “Wow. That’s the first time you’re not attacking my masterpiece. Usually I’d be offended, but I’d say this is a very serious case.” “Stitch don’t want food. Want da boojiboo…” he sighed, flopping face down on the table. “You know, in times like these when I get down in the dumps, ya wanna know what cheers me up? Actually eating something.” Reuben pointed out as he took a big bite out of his sandwich. “Won’t do you any good to go hungry, you know. It sounds like she might be back eventually, so don’t be so rough on yourself,” he said through his mouthful. Stitch mumbled something out that he couldn’t quite hear. Reuben sighed, shaking his head some. “Look, there’s plenty you can do on your own. What’s the matter with a little self love, huh?” “Angel love better.” Stitch replied, lifting his head a bit. “Lots better.” The blue fuzzball took up his sandwich, taking a little bite out of a corner. “Hmm…” A plan was already formulating in Reuben’s head. “Aaand just what makes what she does so special?” He asked, looking right at Stitch’s face. As soon as the question was out, Stitch covered up his face quickly, letting out a huff through his nose. “N-Naga, nothing.” “Ah ah ah, I know that look, cous. There's something reeeeal special going on and you miss it, huh?” Reuben pressed. “It’s totally normal.” Stitch growled out, a noticeable blush on his cheeks as he raised himself up a little. “Naga takabah!” he said, more sternly than before. “You’re lying and you know it. Aah!” Reuben had to duck down, just barely avoiding getting a sandwich to the face. As he heard it hit the wall, he climbed up on the table with a grunt. “Alright, we got a very strict rule here, cous. You can fuss all you want, but you never take it out on a sandwich!” “Pbbbbt!” Stitch stuck out his tongue. “You don't know!” Reuben took a deep breath, holding out his paws. “Alright, alright, you know what? If you’re not gonna tell me what you need, I’m just gonna have to find out myself.” “...huh?” Tilting his head in confusion, Stitch was taken off guard as he was suddenly tackled, landing on his back with a grunt. Reuben was holding him down, and Stitch let out a constant growl as he tried pushing him off. “Raah! Dinko te fabba! Off, off!” He barked. “Hey! I’m chubby, not fat! Know what? Now it’s no dice, blue boy, I’m just as strong as you are, remember? I’ve been practicing. Now you’re gonna tell me what’s what, or we’re gonna stay here all day!” Reuben said firmly, planting his rump down on Stitch’s belly. Stitch, after his initial struggle, grinned up at Reuben as his lower arms sprouted out, reaching up to start tickling his cousin’s sides. “Coochie coo~” The noise that came from Reuben was something between a scream and a rampant laugh, and he squirmed around in an attempt to get away. “Hey, hey! Cheap move!” He shouted between laughs. “Off!” Stitch demanded, still tickling away at Reuben’s sides. As he did, though, he got a good feel of his cousin’s curves. His tickling slowed down, and he ended up moreso rubbing the spots to the same effect. He noticed just how much wider Reuben was than- “Alright, enough of that!” Reuben’s own extra arms pushed out, pinning Stitch’s down. His cheeks had taken on a reddish tint from all the laughing, and he was giving Stitch a weak glare. However, the fight seemed to be gone from the blue fuzzball, who was just staring right back at him. “Er… you alright?” “Reuben is soft. Very soft.” Stitch said, looking down at Reuben’s belly. “More than…” “Heh. So that’s what you like.” Reuben grinned. “Here's the deal. I’ll do something that’ll help you feel better, but then you’ll have to do something for me later.” “...huh?” Stitch looked confused, but that quickly turned into surprise as Reuben scooted backwards, feeling his crotch being smothered by his butt. He would have pushed him away, but something about the weight and squishiness around his sheath just made his toes curl. “Much better. Now, I’m gonna give you your other arms back, but no tickling you hear?” Reuben said as his lower arms retracted back into his body. “You just stay there and… let me work.” He had to force out the rest of it. Even if he was using his abilities more, he’d rather have someone else do the hard work. “Better be happy by the time we’re done.” He said as he started to wiggle his hips. Beneath him, Stitch groaned, his paws curling into fists as he bucked his hips up. His sheath between Reuben’s cheeks responded quickly, the opening parting enough for his tip to peek out. It’d been so long since he last had any sort of attention like this... “This… really good.” He moaned, his claws digging into the floor below as he gave a buck of his hips. The motion made Reuben bounce up, and having him plop back down sent a stronger spike of pleasure throughout Stitch’s form. He grit his teeth, finally getting his arms free so he could grab hold of his cousin’s hips, more and more of his shaft rising out of the sheath. “Hey hey, easy down there, eh? I don’t wanna find any scratches later.” Reuben said, sitting up as he looked back. From what he could see, Stitch’s shaft was a vibrant red color, bearing a few ridges along the underside as well as the top, all tapering smoothly to a tip.. It had a noticeable s curse to it, and Reuben couldn’t help but blush a little. “Well… guess we’re all a bit different after all.” With a heavy blush, Stitch looked up at him with pleading eyes. “M-More?” He asked. Reuben’s tail wagged rapidly as he got an idea. “More huh? Sure. Hold on and don't get crazy.” He said as he adjusted himself. Now, his tail was wiggling right on Stitch’s tip, and he continued to bounce himself. He dropped down enough to make his body jiggle, all of which drawing more and more moans from Stitch. His cousin lurched upwards, hugging his waist and pressing his face into all that yellowish fur. “Rrrr… Stitch gonna…” Another thrust, and Stitch muffled his moan by pushing his face further into Reuben’s belly, his whole body tensing up as he started to spray. The first shot hit Reuben’s tail, but the rest ended up spurting higher, streaking along Reuben’s back. Even then, Stitch continued to grind, letting out soft groans as the afterglow trembles settled in. “Yeesh… how bad has it been? There's enough of a mess back there for a footlong sub.” Reuben huffed, peeking back as he started to rise up. When he did, though, Stitch let out a sound that was close to a yip, tightening his grip on Reuben. “N-Naga! Tender! Don't move!” Rolling his eyes, Reuben just settled back down, scratching at his belly while looking down at Stitch. If he was stuck for now, he may as well have some fun. “So… Whatcha think? Felt a lot better than your siren girl's, eh cous?" He spoke, turning himself around to look away from Stitch. As Reuben laughed, Stitch just groaned, hiding his face in his hands. He wasn't going to admit how good it felt, even if the deed had been done. And yet... Stitch couldn't bring himself to stop his plump cousin from rocking against him. The pleasure he got from just grinding against those plush cheeks was undeniable. Not only had he been driven to climax by his cousin's ass, but hearing himself be teased while the afterglow set in was almost too much. Stitch huffed, only grumbling an affirmation under his breath. "What was that? I couldn't hear ya. Guess another shot or two will get an answer outta ya." Reuben spoke, shrugging his shoulders as he began to bounce himself again, reaching back to knead into his soft, pliant ass. The smile on his face grew wider as Stitch's moans started again. This time, the blue alien grabbed his cousin's hips, almost as if guiding him along. "Yeah, that's it. Better hold on tight, we'll be here allll day if we gotta..." Huffing, Stitch suddenly leapt up, shoving Reuben in the process and pinning him to the floor. His cousin may have had his same strengths, but he had been using them much longer. “Akoota chi tay.” Stitch growled out as he pushed his face against Reuben’s chest, bucking his hips forward until his tip found Reuben’s tailhole, pushing hard against it and smearing his slick cum into his rim. “M-My turn? Hey, I didn't stuff you!” Reuben gasped out, his claws pushing against the hard floor as he felt Stitch’s cock burrow inside of him. “Blitznak!” He shouted out, instinctively wrapping his legs around Stitch’s hips. “Warn me next time, would ya?” “Hehe… accata, la la patookie~” Stitch said with a teasing hum, his lower arms growing out again. He proved himself by giving Reuben’s butt a firm squeeze, feeling the way it squished down without fail. He started bucking his hips rapidly, keeping his tight grip on his cousin’s body as he pounded into him. Reuben groaned, blushing brightly as he draped his arm over his face. “I told you it’s… n-not fat, just chubby…” he muttered out, unable to stop himself from moaning. At least he could just lay back for now. It was a good thing they were made sturdy. Stitch’s rutting was quick, filled with desperation and need that fueled him, and rough enough that Reuben had to grab at the floor just to not slide away. However, when his prostate was being jabbed, that made him end up clinging to Stitch for dear life. He fought back a loud moan, but the assault just continued. That started to get a rise from his own shaft. Each hit to that tender spot caused a throb in Reuben’s sheath, the pink tip of his dick now exposed. It drooled with precum, dripping down and leaving stains where they landed. Compared to Stitch’s, his was too simple. Dark pink to light from the base to top, no ridges, and only a slight upward bend. “A-Aaah! Ease up!” Reuben shouted out, trying to push Stitch off of him. His cousin had sunk in further, and now those ridges were constantly grinding over his prostate. Each one made him kick his feet out, toes still curled up from the rampaging bliss he endured. “No… not gonna! Stitch make you shoot!” Stitch groaned out. In his haze of pleasure, his jaw hung open with each moan. The way Reuben clenched and squished around him had him pleasantly lost, with the only thought in his head being to further his own pleasure. For that moment, he wasn't thinking of Angel. There was only him, Reuben, and raw pleasure. Stitch tightened his hold on Reuben’s body, grunting as he suddenly hoisted him right off the floor, cradling him close as he drove his shaft in to the base. Even as Reuben’s screams grew louder, he didn't slow down. Even with the growing warmth against his belly he didn't relent. If anything, hearing the way their moans mingled together just helped keep Stitch moving. He could feel that buildup coming again, and he wanted it. He needed it more than anything. Gritting his teeth, Stitch pulled Reuben closer, looking him right in the eyes as he started to tense up. “So close…” He whined out, pressing his nose against Reuben’s. “H-Hey, at least get me off first, would ya?” Reuben huffed, turning his attention away from Stitch. He had started stroking himself off, pressing his tip to Stitch’s soft, furry belly for a little more friction. “Aaah, yeah… that’s better… you keep doing your thing…” He moaned, biting down on his lip as his back arched up. “Cousin finish too…?” Stitch moved a hand to Reuben’s cock as well, taking hold of the tip and fondling it in between his own thrusts. He closed his eyes, letting out a moan as he pushed himself in all the way, letting out whines and grunts as he began to unload his seed again, holding his head back as he moaned out his cousin’s name. Reuben, not Angel. Euphoria washed over Stitch, making him tremble as that burning need he felt finally melted away. Afterglow was starting to buzz like mad in his body, but he kept his hand moving. “Ahh jeez that’s warm… can’t help making a mess of things, can ya?” Reuben panted. He closed his eyes and, with one more rush of energy, finally got himself to an orgasm. He shivered from head to toe as his cum squirted all over Stitch’s chest, bucking his hips up while he unloaded. It was a lot of work, but looking at the satisfaction on Stitch’s face made him smile a little. Helping out felt pretty good. *..............................* “And remember, cous. Chances are, she’ll be back. Until then…” Reuben leaned against the side of the ship’s entrance. “If you ever need to let off some steam, you know where to come.” Stitch, already heading for home, turned to his cousin, smiling and waving. “Okie-taka, Reuben! Bye!” Watching him go, Reuben let out a little sigh, turning away and heading back inside. “Guy’s lucky he actually has someone. Ah well, chances are he’ll be back.” He said as the entrance closed up behind him.