"Freaking B.S..." A bummed, but irritated Miguel mumbled, laying on his side on the bed in his room, facing the wall with his arms crossed. His cap lay on the nightstand behind him and he didn't want to be bothered right now, or ever, until his 'sentence' was up. Starting from Monday all the way until 12 in the morning after Saturday. A full week to spend 100% in his chambers, and forbidden to leave unless he was called for important manners, and then was sent back in here when he wasn't needed any longer.

How he got grounded in the first place? Jeez, even he wonders at this point, and it wasn't even completely his fault! Because at dinner Sunday night, Little Cato was being his mischievous self as always, with everyone else at the table none the wiser. The young Ventrexian was like 20, the same age as him, but did the age of maturity ever stop him? Of course not! Heck, Gary even encouraged it with the usage of 'facial morse code', as he called it, that the feline picked up right away. Miguel and Felicity weren't told about it but they did catch glimpses of them making funny faces at each other on occasion and thought nothing of it.

At one point when King Nacho left the table to get another drink, he heard the human mutter something and caught Little Cato nodding before a few seconds later, a meatball was flung directly into his hair. It was spaghetti night, and the adult chihuahua loved those meatballs to death but didn't take too well to having them in his hair when he took good care of it. The teen cat looked real innocent when he looked around for the culprit, when it was just him, Felicity, some other guard dogs, and those other two, who seemed too busy to notice.

When he plucks the meatball out of his mouth and eats it, despite some of the hair stuck to it, he gets another one scoring homage on his forehead. He had remembered early that morning that there was a little target marked there, and he never found out who was behind it. Guess know he knew who when Little Cato was trying and failing to keep his snickering under wraps with Gary doing the same. He gave them both a glare and went back to his dinner, just trying to ignore them at this point with his sister wiping the sauce off his head before later on, he makes the mistake of looking up and gets yet another meatball on the snout!

Gary had done it that time, but Miguel was past being done with his antics and shot a curse at him, grabbing a scoop of spaghetti and flinging it full-force into his stupid, grinning little face. What happened next was the stunned gasps and sudden cackles of various other guests before Little Cato screamed, "FOOD FIGHT!!!", and everything went haywire from that point forward. Felicity might've ducked out just in time, and he and Little Cato were at each other's throats, flinging utensils and food at each other like no tomorrow with everyone following suit, having known the procedure somewhat.

It didn't stop until King Nacho returned to the scene a minute later and found his son smashing spaghetti in Little Cato's face, resulting in the loudest bellow he's ever heard in a long time that sounded like, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!". He had stopped then looking up into the rather furious visage of the Anubis ruler who had his attention set straight on him, and not the guy who started the whole thing.

Needless to say, he was grounded until next Sunday and had to clean the diner up head-to-toe with Little Cato and Gary under the watchful eye of Avocato and the king, seeing that those two had a lot to do with the fiasco. The only thing out of this that was complete bullshit was the fact that they received only a stern warning while he himself was utterly grounded. At 21. Grounded. Oh, and his staff was confiscated along with his phone, but still had his TV and video games, so it wasn't all that bad. Of course, sneaking out to hang with friends wasn't an option, considering there were guards around the place that were most likely witnesses to that night, and would be rather polite to escort him back to his room. And promise to be quiet about it if he got them off.

Either way, he was still pissed, and Felicity would stop by at times to cheer him up as did Gary, and Little Cato. He could stay mad at him forever, since they're very good boyfriends, and couldn't imagine breaking up with one another, no matter how bad it got. But he wasn't letting him off easily, meaning a good edgeplay session with only spit for lube was the resulting punishment for starting it all.

So now, here Miguel was, on his bed, staring at the wall like it was the next best thing when it came to being grounded with no Social Media or a guitar to strum music with, in only his underwear and his fringy hair nappy and splayed on his pillow, feeling he'd bust out the magical dildo Nacho got for him and just see how many orgasms he can get out before he hears a knock on the door. He grumbled louder, ignoring the knocks for some time until he couldn't stand the noise anymore. Whoever it is, they really wanted to annoy him to no end.

"If it makes you stop, the door's unlocked," He called out in an irked tone. When it opened, the Ventrexian of his dreams had stepped in, looking rather perked up, as opposed to Miguel being completely out of it. "You look happy."

"Yeah, because I got a surprise for you, wanna hear it?" The tangerine cat responded, shrugging his yellow jacket off and revealing his shirtless chest with developing muscles here and there that seemed to get his lover's attention.

"What?"

Little Cato hummed, his paws drifting down to his crotch and over the button and zipper. "I just thought maybe you'd like to, ya know, take a walk around the palace, clear your head. Cheer up, even." Miguel saw him slowly zip down his pants and undo the belt to his skirted jeans and was sitting up now, intrigued, yet still confused and a little annoyed.

"I'm grounded, remember? So what now, you wanna have a go at it or something?" He retorted with a huff.

The feline shook his head. "Nah. Everybody's gone. Like, literally everyone. Which means you and I have some privacy to explore the place. In the buff."

Was he hearing him right with this? Walk around the palace? Naked? This, he had to hear about. 

"Really?" Miguel rose an eyebrow. "And since you asked me about this so casually, I'm guessing you've done it before."

His boyfriend nods in return. "Yeah, plenty of times. Ever since I turned 18." He was undoing the button to his pants now, looking the canine directly in the eyes. "Dad was the first to do it, I just tagged along, and we just sorta...made it a full-blown kink." 

Miguel hummed in thought, watching the alien cat before him be a strip tease as he considered for a moment to just pin him down and rail him into tears. But then again, he was stuck in here without his guitar-staff and his phone until Sunday, and everyone had seemingly left without so much as a word or a trace. So he could kind of use some air, even though it was weird to do so in the nude. Not that he was complaining, he was a menace literally streaking through the halls without pants on as a puppy before, so this wasn't any different as adults and with a cat prince from outer space.

So, why not?

"Really, now? Ok..." Miguel started before standing with him and thumbing the hem of his underwear, pulling them down to his ankles and straightening up, exposing himself to the teen who wore a stupid grin he could just kiss right now if he wasn't blushing so much. "So now what?" His lover nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.

"You're good to go, just lemme get ready real quick," And Miguel watched as Little Cato undoes his belt and unclips his skirt before pulling them down to his ankles. He steps out of them and his boots, leaving him completely in the nude as was the latter, who wore only his cuffs. "There we go."

"Do I take off the cuffs too?" Miguel asked, feeling his sheath buzz from just looking at the bare form of his mate.

"They look better on you, keep 'em on," Little Cato responded, stepping out of the room with Miguel following behind, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "C'mon, let's hit up the great hall."

"Ok, buddy." He felt nervous about this whole thing regardless of the palace being completely empty, but since the cat's done this before, it wouldn't be long before he leans into it.

So then, they make their way to the great hall, as Little Cato said. The latter squeezing his sheath and rolling his balls around as Miguel started to become aroused by just staring at his ass that moved right along with him. By then, Little Cato's right arm was moving up and down and the canine gathered it to be that he was jerking off, weirdly. Of course, the whole idea of walking around naked in a lifeless palace was strange to him, but if there was something else to it, then he's sure they were getting to that point, whatever it may be. 

"Ah, nothing like a good ol' stroll to beat off to, right, Miguel?" The Ventrexian asked, working his cock tip to sheath in long, smooth strokes, using the pre that gathered at the tip to help out as Miguel was doing the same, but at a faster pace.

"Y-yeah, I guess," He looks up from the cat's rear and swishing tail to find they were in another hall where a line of canine golden statues stand on each side, holding spears close by. "what did you and Avocato do while walking around, uh..." Miguel trailed off when Little Cato made the decision to go up to one statue that was half a foot taller and grind his ass against its loinclothed crotch. It wasn't just the fact that he was doing it as he would on him with grace, but that he was told earlier that a couple of these statues were sentient. Or Sorrid had stayed behind to look over the place while everyone was away.

"Say something, big guy?" Little Cato purred, shaking and grinding his bubbly glutes all over the statue's groin. "Also, it feels like this thing's got something big hiding under this loincloth that feels way too smooth to be made out of gold."

"Uh..." Miguel's paw was still moving at the performance his boyfriend put on as the life-sized statue's face twitched as did his upper body. Thankfully, he didn't notice as he moaned softly and reached back to smack his own rear before getting off and turning towards him.

"Now, you give it a try."

No use hesitating. He comes over and plants his rear straight onto the golden statue's pelvic region, grinding up and down nice and slow. He bit his lip, a smooth, solid feeling grinding perfectly between his cheeks, and he moans and reaches an arm back around the statue's neck, grinding harder and moaning soundly. The cat was jerking faster just staring at the display, biting his bottom lip.

"Fuuuck, that's what you did to both my dads once," He noted, thrusting into his paw as he got down on his knees and scooted in front of Miguel, his fully erect cock bobbing in the air from the motions of his hips. "Lemme get in on the action." Once he found the chance, his maw opened and caught the tip of his cock in his mouth. The canine gasped, then moaned, watching him engulf more of his cock and deepthroat it in one go. He pulls back and lets his grinding piston his rod into his mouth.

"H-hey...I wasn't...done yet." He hissed, his ass sliding up and down the quivering statue's boner, imagining it to be Nacho's as he was sucked off simultaneously. "Nnnnh."

"Mmmh~,"

The bliss didn't last long before he eventually lets off of him with a wet pop that echoed in the quiet air, to the brunette's dismay. "Hey..."

"You won't need to bust yet, we've got a few more places to hit up before that." Little Cato lets him know, kissing his dick tip and hopping to his feet, and making his way down the hall. Miguel whined softly and grips his cock, following along.

They reach the dining hall, which was now Miguel's least favorite place to be since the food fight, but with the scenario being completely different now, he didn't care much now that he was starting to get the hang of this. He even knew what the cat alien was going for when he bounced up on the long table at the end before he sat down in front of him, instantly being treated to an eyeful of orange round cheeks twerking in his face, as provided by Little Cato, who looked back with a rather cheeky expression

""Yeah, shake that cake for me," Miguel encouraged, jerking his wet dick and reaching over with his free paw to smack his shaking ass a few times, earning him a few moans and yowls. "There you go, babe."

"you like me throwing this ass? Huh?" Purred Little Cato as he watched the lewdly enamored canine get off to his actions, feeling his own erection twitch beneath him as he worked. He moaned, pausing briefly to spread his ass wide, to Miguel's pleasure, showing his smooth asshole that was gaped considerably from being stretched by big Anubis dicks on a daily basis. He had a feeling he'd get done that way soon, but wanted to keep him entertained with himself until then.

As of now, he was getting a lot out of showing him his favorite fuck hole, as shown by the canine panting softly and speedily jerking off. He chuckled, "You like the way my hole looks? It's been stretched pretty wide, thanks to you."

"Like isn't the word for it..." Miguel responded, leaning forward and grabbing his spread cheeks with both paws before he went back to twerking, licking his lips hungrily. "It's love. And, I wonder what flavor this cake is, if you don't mind."

Little Cato felt his tongue sliding up and down his pucker before he could answer, his tail straightening as he settled down and spread his legs to give him more room to work with, moaning in bliss. "Ahhh...Mmmmh~. It s-sorta tastes like...ah, vanilla?"

The canine behind him growled lewdly, pulling away. "Exactly." Then he goes back in again, swirling the tip of his tongue all around the loose ring and flitting into the center. The feline breathed deeply and moaned, reaching a paw underneath to grip himself and stroke, biting his lip and purring louder when Miguel's tongue started to dig deep inside of him by pushing it in with each tongue jab, tasting the musk within that had a spicy, cleaned tang to it in the form of 'vanilla', as he said. "That shit must taste so good." He hissed, exhaling heatedly once half of his lover's tongue was lavishing his rectum and walls with his saliva as he did the outside.

"Ah! Fu-fuck, you hit me there," He yelped, then mewled out once the skilled tongue wandering the inside of his ass slithers over his sweet spot. "Oh, God..."

A few moments later, however, Miguel had ceased the tonguefucking and slapped both cheeks. The loss of the sensation had Little Cato groaning in fake frustration as he was just then denied more of the pleasure blossoming inside of him that lasted for merely a minute or so. "Tease."

Now he knew how it felt. He was probably close then, and so was Little Cato, but he wasn't letting him go just yet. They needed a few places to hit up as he said before. "Deal with it, babe, you started it."

"Did not!" The teen called after him when he departed down the hallway.

"Did too," Was his cool reply upon him catching up. The cat growled and smacked his ass, gaining a yelp out of him. He laughed it off of course, as did the latter, who did it again and got a pleasant moan instead. These two hunks he hung out and got backblasted by had not only thick dicks, but thick asses. It made perfect sense that they were switches, considering they got everything a gay man desires on both sides. And the fact that Gary talks about him and Miguel having the whole bakery behind them, including Avocato.

Their next destination was the moderately large throne room where there were spotlights hanging above that made up the mostly dim lighting of the area. Sitting upon a pair of wide, circular stairs was the throne that King Nacho currently sits upon that Miguel was next in line to possess once he was worthy of it. Or, if it makes this whole trip around the kingdom a lot better, he gets on that bad boy and...gives his little kitty boy a show.

"This place gets breathtaking every single time I come in here," Little Cato said, his cock starting to pulsate in his working paw as the taller dog made for the throne, catching his curious eye. "Also, what're you planning to...do..." He trailed off once the canine nears the throne, turning his head back to him with a knowing smirk and smacked his impressive ass before bending over the seat of the golden seat and arching his back, making his ass clap for the feline to see upon him coming closer for a better view.

"Like what you see, Little Cato?" He asked, internally thanking whoever designed the throne to be where he could do stuff like this. To spread his legs to an acceptable degree where his knees met the arms of the throne and allowed ample room for him to get into position and get to work. "Thought I'd give you a show in return."

"Yeah, and I'm loving it so much," Little Cato moaned, biting his lips at just watching those blue, perfectly round cheeks come together and slap softly repeatedly in a lewd matter, his tight hole exposing itself each time. The sight made his mouth water as memories of getting some of that Anubis goodness on numerous occasions. There was too much to count, but he held a few key moments to heart, including the one where he got to eat out and fuck Miguel's ample backside in one go, and even get to have it again and again for as long as three weeks.

He was so lost in the twerking ass of Miguel, he hadn't noticed that he was now grinding his cock in between his asscheeks that still did their deed without a hitch. He snaps out of it but doesn't dare move away as he then started to slap both cheeks and further encourage him while he thrusted back against him. 

"Fuck yes, enjoy my ass," Miguel purred, pausing later on to let him gain control over him. His spiked cock rubbing in between his ass gave his tight ring pleasant tingles as he went to jerk his cock and revel in the sensation rubbing up and down his asshole added to with Little Cato's sweet moans.

"I'm enjoying this ass alright," He huffed, slapping his left cheek harder. "I'm gonna enjoy this ass so good."

He let it carry on for a while before he decided to let the kit have a turn, seeing as now seemed as good as any time to finish up. He wasn't given details on how long everyone was going to be gone. Not to mention that the Ventrexian's desperate moans were getting louder, letting him know he was getting close, as was he, from the way he ground his dick all over his hole as he jerked off. 

"H-hey, Little Cato..."

"Huh?" Little Cato panted, pausing mid-thrust. "What's up?"

"You're getting pretty close, how about you give me another show on the throne and then, we'll finish up in my bedroom, sound good?" Miguel proposed as he stood and let the feline move back.

To that, he purred in seduction, wrapping his tail around the canine's throbbing tool as he took his place on the royal seat. "Anytime, babe. I know you couldn't get enough of this eye candy, so what's to say I can't give you some more?" He finished, starting back shaking his ample rear for the prince who tweaked a nipple while helping himself to his cock that edged towards release. 

As he watched his boyfriend get down to it, he couldn't help but think he ought to do more than just simply watch and enjoy the show. He could be doing a lot more than just watching since he helped himself to his prematurely gaped asshole earlier and figured he was still loose. He bit his lip, pumping his dick faster as he drew closer to the sexual display put on by the cat alien, just about to climb on over him and just...do what dogs do best.

Once that notion crossed his brain, there was no need for hesitation as Miguel decided on taking Little Cato right here, on Nacho's throne. He wasn't one for hesitation, but he remembered being firmly told one day not to mess around with the throne, as he would be sitting upon it one day, which he would be doing at any time this year. And it was also the same throne he'd have fucked his boyfriend on by then, and boy, he'll be remembered for it. 

The opportunity to plunge into his Ventrexian ass presented itself in the form of said Ventrexian stopping to spread his ass like before like he knew what the canine wanted, but had no idea it would be the exact opposite. His maw stretches into a grin and he palms the teen's hips just as he's expecting the tip of his tongue to go in and his dick, aiming it straight for his hole. 

"Ok, big guy, you can eat me out no-AaAaAAAh~!" His words cut off into a squeal when the head of Miguel's cock is what he gets. His tail that shot out was grabbed in an iron-clad grip and the rod penetrating him slides in deeper and deeper as hearts manifest in his eyes that rolled up and his mouth remains open with his tongue sticking out and salivating as the canine behind him started moving.

"A-aaAAaaAaaaaAAah fuUuuUUuck~!" He moans out as his lover's pace increases steadily and his paws grip him harder. He held onto the arms of the throne as he was pushed into balls-deep repeatedly, caught completely off-guard by Miguel giving him his dick instead of his tongue. In spite of his mind already starting to blank from his sweet spot getting rubbed over by the ten-inched Anubis Phallus that stroked his walls back and forth, he had to give him some credit.

When he rimmed him deep in the dining room earlier, he made sure to go really deep, as his wide asshole allowed from the get-go. It's as though he knew it was going to lead to this- on his dad's throne of all places, but he wasn't complaining, really. Not that he could anyway, given the thick chihuahua sausage inside of him was making his loudening moans bounce off the walls of the throne room along with the 'plap-plap' sounds that were music to both their ears.

God, it felt like a new experience when he slid inside him so smoothly. The fact that his slim figure with his impressive rear is able to take the roughness of a strapping canine was surprising even to himself. Avocato being just as built could take two of them better and better each time while he had much to learn and experience before he followed along. It may have been in their blood to be flexible like earth cats but they had limits. Thankfully, he's been together with Miguel long enough to push past them and reach new heights. Because now, he can endure being entered both at once by both Gary & Avocato. Now he just has to push harder and try so he can be like his father, and take both dogs at once someday.

As of now, he could only take one at a time, and it was the prince as of now, that gave his rear a good smack that'll leave behind a pawprint for days. The strike also had his spine ripple with shocks of pleasure mixed in with his abused prostate, resulting in him yowling his name in broken bliss as another harsh thrust drew an intense orgasm out of him and all over the seat. He let the canine know he had by how high-pitched his next yowl was and his entire frame shivering as it shook from his rough thrusts. "OhHHhhHh...God-...dAMn!" His feminine voice jumped with each push from behind. 

Miguel's only response was growling furiously and tipping as his grip on the teen's grip was sure to leave behind bruises and the feline sore later, but he wouldn't dare be gentle. He could take a good pounding from the king, he could from his son/prince- as he's done multiple times. Not only that, but he was already close to climaxing, so he might as well make pounding the daylights out of him count, as his feral grunts turn into whining moans. It wasn't too long before he burst, but he didn't have time to warn him.

"Ah-ah-ah-aahhh, FUCK!" Little Cato squealed when Miguel slammed nice and hard deep inside of him, and let it all go with a loud snarl. He filled the little kitty's boy pussy up with his cream in great spurts, his fangs grit tight to breaking measures as he then howled, lifting his head up into the air as he stayed buried inside the mewling cat before him. When he was done, he bent down and wrapped his ripped arms around his chest and pulled him flush against his, leaning in to groom the side of his face and his ear, moving upward to get at his mohawk. He purrs, leaning into the affection given to him despite the sudden pounding taking a lot out of him and leaving his legs feeling nonexistent.

"Mmmh, I...love you too, baby," Little Cato panted, fully recovering from his high from before, humming when Miguel goes to suckle on his ear and rub his stomach. "I love you, and you're...you're big fucking dick."

"So badly, you'd tease me to get me to give it to you?" He answered with a murr, nuzzling the back of his head. "How predictable-"

And his words were cut off by a chorus of howls sounding off nearby. From what would be the entrance of the palace he believed. Both pairs of eyes go wide yet their expressions remained the same. The latter painted a picture of their current predicament. Miguel was out of his room when he wasn't supposed to be. He was in the throne room, naked, bent over Little Cato who was also naked, still inside him. And what's worse is that his spunk is all on the seat. If King Nacho was the first to catch them. God, if he caught them, especially Miguel...

"Um, Miguel?" Little Cato squeaked, now suddenly filled with energy.

"Yeah?" The canine answered, his eyes practically petrified with fear.

"Run. Now." 

Those two had never run back to his chambers so fast in their entire lives. It was a thrill to prance around the palace and jerk off alone, but they weren't ever doing that again. Ever.