"Hey Pink!"

The Border Collie, boredly reclined in bed, looked up from his phone - friends sending him unfunny memes, same as every night - and saw his girlfriend Sam standing at the foot of the bed, naked. At least, Pink thought she was his girlfriend. She spent a lot of time with him and he bought her dinner most of the time, at her insistence. The biggest piece of evidence was the fact that she had sex with him occasionally.

Tonight was one such occasion, Pink thought. Her small, pert breasts looked especially appealing. When Sam actually let him suck them, Pink enjoyed it a lot.

Immediately Pink started to stiffen. He dropped his phone on the bed and slid down his jeans. He barely had them around his knees when Sam climbed over him and yanked down his briefs. She scoffed, "You look like a fucking dweeb in these."

"Sorry," Pink murmured.

The raccoon straddled him, leaned over him, and gave him the briefest peck of a kiss on the lips. She held his small red cock and guided it, holding it steady as she lowered herself. She shivered as his pointed tip opened her sex. Pink softly groaned, biting his lip.

Sam nipped his cheek. "Come on, loser, I [i]just[/i] started."

Again Pink said, "Sorry." He held her naked hips, which were subtle but still womanly. Sam had something of a boyish appearance; Pink, a very pretty boy, couldn't complain. He watched the penetration eagerly, blushing as he saw his cock vanish into her pussy. His knot was still growing.

"Feels good," Sam huffed. She smooched him again, a bit less briskly, and then started to bounce against him. Pink tried to move his hips but the raccoon hissed, "No, stay put. You're messing up my rhythm, you suck at sex."

Pink did not apologize a third time, but his hangdog expression was an apology all its own.

Sam straightened up and she rode Pink with some subtle gyrations. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled as much as they could; they were still small, adding to her immature look. She closed her eyes and cooed, "Mm. Fuck yeah."

"Yeah," the dog concurred, grinning sheepishly. He was huffing, shuddering. His knot grew quickly to its full plumpness and Sam excluded it from her bounces, so instead the lips of her sex pressed against its bulk as if smooching it. He slid his fingers up her belly, over the small mounds of her breasts. Sam's eyes flickered down at his for a moment, but she said nothing.

The raccoon seemed to forgive Pink's touch when she ground against him, pushing on his knot. The dog gasped and clenched his eyelids shut. His legs twisted, toes curling. Sam huffed, "You better not be about to cum, moron. Your knot ain't even inside me."

"It feels really good," Pink said, whining. "My knot is so sensitive..."

"Dumbass," Sam snapped, resuming her smooth, gyrating bounces. She swatted away Pink's groping paws and leaned over him instead. He tried to kiss her, managing a peck on her lips before she pulled to the side. Pink let it go and turned away, looking nowhere in particular in his room.

As Sam rode, she murmured, "Maybe this time I'll actually cum before you do."

"Maybe," Pink said, grunting and tensing. He knew it wasn't true but he couldn't help himself. Some boys could keep going forever, but Pink had a hair trigger. He gripped the bedsheets and he groaned. So did Sam, but her groan was bitchy and irritated.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Pink whined just before he shot. His cum splattered into Sam, what little he had gushing inside of the raccoon; only a few spurts and he was done. At no point did the look of shame leave his expression.

"You fucking idiot," Sam said. "Why are you like this? How many times have we fucked? Think about the dentist or something."

"I'm sorry!" Pink cried. Even in afterglow he was diffident and full of shame. He pointedly avoided Sam's eyes.

The raccoon pulled off of Pink's cock and flopped back on his bed, her head hanging just off the edge and her feet near his pillow. "Eat me out then. Make me cum and you'll be a little bit less of a dipshit then."

Pink knelt between her thighs and gazed humbly at the mess he had made. Never once had he been proud of dumping his nuts into Sam. He dipped his head into her loins and started to lap up his mess, not eagerly but as the defeated, nervous loser he was.

While Pink cleaned up his mess, Sam toyed intently with her clitoris. Soft huffs escaped her. "Mm. At least you're good at licking up your messes."

"I said I was sorry," Pink mumbled, a dribble of cum on his chin like milk after a big gulp. "God."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said, dismissing him. "Keep licking."

The Border Collie's long tongue loped deep into Sam, slurping out the salty mess he had prematurely dumped into her. The dog was not aroused by the cleanup; eating Sam out was almost always something he did because he came too soon, not as foreplay or just for fun.

"Deeper," said the raccoon, bucking against Pink's snout. "Come on, act like you give a crap."

The firm roll of Sam's hips dipped Pink's nose into her sex. He inhaled her scent and shuddered, and for a moment he actually enjoyed himself. He slobbered her as deep as he could push his tongue, cum sticking to his lips, gumming in his fur. He tasted parts of Sam he never had before. Lapping at her insides caused his parted jaws to ache, but it was making him hard gain. His tail wagged.

Sam tweaked and pressed on the button of her clitoris, huffing lowly, until suddenly she stopped. Shooing Pink away, she snapped, "Quit it, this is lame. I'm going home."

As she got up from the bed, Pink watched her. He wiped his chin and lips on his fingers, then smeared the semen into the fur on his thighs. He knew some boys who liked to eat their own right off of their fingers and he thought that was awfully gay - and Pink liked the ladies, even if satisfying them was far beyond his skills.

"So, um-," Pink watched as she pulled on her shirt, vanishing her small cute breasts, "uh, do you want me to-"

"No, you're not coming with me," Sam coldly said. She shot him a withering glare and bent to pull up her shorts. The glance Pink got of her rear was too brief for him to particularly enjoy.

Pink scooted to the edge of the bed and tugged up his jeans, standing to get them on the rest of the way. He looked after Sam submissively, watching as she stomped to the door.

"I'm sorry."

"You always are, huh?" Sam huffed. "You have cum on your shirt, idiot."

The dog looked down, tugging out his shirt. Globules of white clung to his black tee. "Aw, man," he whined. "This stuff never washes out..."

Sam rolled her eyes and opened the door. "Maybe if you lasted longer than ten seconds, you wouldn't have to lick it up. See you at school, loser."

In a huff, the raccoon was out the door, and she closed it harshly. Pink stared at the door stupidly, then down at his cum-speckled t-shirt. He eased off the congealing semen with a finger then glanced around for something to wipe it on he didn't care about. He gave up and licked his finger clean instead.

Pink flopped back into bed and sighed. He was horny again; it happened so easily. He looked through some porn, lying about his age like any teenage boy. Even after sex with Sam, masturbating to completion took him less than two minutes.

Then he went back to looking at memes with his friends.