In their shared room, Miguel lay on the bed with his head on a pillow, arms behind his head and his legs crossed, bearing a bored and partly irritated face. Little Cato sat across from him, hunched over on his paws. His tail tapped softly on the bed as he muttered curses under his breath. Since Gary and the others had gone out for a grocery run before 12, the two young adults left behind were, without a doubt, bored straight out of their skulls. Maybe it was because of the fact that they didn't have their partners to play with or that they weren't going to be on their best behavior as they've promised to be many times. Well, until the very last time the two went anywhere, which was the gym Miguel's ancestor, now father, owned within his kingdom. There isn't much to tell of how the two goofed off other than for me to say that the mischievous feline was making the weights he picked up to be like frisbees after getting bored after one workout routine or two later. It was fun for a while until one or two dogs in the area ended up trying to catch a few and ended up with several missing teeth and nearly dislocated jaws. They weren't discovered during that part but when their malpracticed throws ended up knocking out a few more patrons and giving a couple more concussions, their poorly hidden laughter quickly gave them away. Miguel was especially the more frightened of the two considering that he's never seen King Nacho look so genuinely pissed before. Might've been because of the stress of breaking disputes between any canine in there arguing or fighting. There were only the bared teeth and growls when Lady Catterly, his wife and the teen's mother, was harassed in any way, and his sister, Felicity, wasn't doing much of a great job helping with saying that it wasn't too bad. For Little Cato when his dads got onto them, they seemed a little humored by the whole thing but were just as disappointed as the latter. So, after one long clean-up later, and sorting out the infirmary bills with their allowances that they've saved up for months, both were told to stay at home when they went out until they learned to behave properly. So now, they lay bored to death in their shared room, and would probably remain that way until everyone came back and they were allowed to go out again, with permission of course. They'd have to be careful of how many times a week they ask to, as both would then have to write down what they needed to do outside in aa form of paragraphs. Knowing them for their streaks of immaturity with one of them being occasionally stupid, they would not survive through it. The tangerine cat huffed through his nose, just about ready to lose hope and take a nap snuggling close to his boyfrien- wait. He had forgotten completely about Miguel this entire time. He's watched him and his ancestor get it on numerous times through the open crack in the door. Hell, he's even fucked the canine himself and vice versa, that's it! Wait, of course that's it! His solution to their boredom was right there all along and he was stupid to have not thought it over for this long. Little Cato sits up now, turning his head towards the canine who was already about to doze off before he scoots closer, smiling, and reaches over to rub circles over his belly and turn completely to reach with his other paw and boop his nose, earning him a bark in return. When he was awake, the feline stepped back to let him sit up. "What?" He said softly, scratching his hair that lacked the red beanie sitting on their shared nightstand. Arousal buzzed in his clothed sheath as Little Cato thinks up the best way to pass the time until memories of seeing his ample tush gives him an idea. "I know how we can pass the time, wanna hear it?" The feline asked, rubbing up and down the dog's leg, earning him a look of affectionate curiosity. "Yeah, what is it?" Miguel wondered, his tail swaying when his mate's paw started moving to his inner thigh. "Because it's probably us getting it on one way or another." "Even better," Little Cato's smirk grew as did the sultry look in his eyes. "A small endurance test. We spank each other ten times then eat each other out for twenty seconds." That seemed to get Miguel's attention as he sat up himself, wearing a smile of his own. "What're the stakes?" "If you tap out or moan, you bottom for...two weeks." Little Cato conceded, feeling his erection grow in his pants. He's been looking for a reason to feel this hunk's paws on his ass after Avocato or Gary, and now seemed just as good a time for it when he turns onto the bed and bends over, sticking his ass up. "You go first." Miguel hummed in agreement, getting up to his knees over him and slipping his fingers beneath the hem of his trousers, and pulls them down and off through his legs, exposing the teen's round and fuzzy bottom. He licks his lips and grips both cheeks, working them apart to get a look at his hole that had a small gap in, looking nicely loose and ripe for tonguefucking. He gives them a firm squeeze, his ears twitching to Little Cato's purring, then massages one cheek while rolling his balls around simultaneously, making him hiss. "You've got a nice butt here, I'll admit," Miguel chuckled, almost tempted to lean down and sample his entrance before he decided to give one asscheek a good smack. "Nice and plump and soft, just the way I like 'em." Little Cato took the blow with relative ease, purring loudly still with his tail swishing back and forth before another swat comes down on his other cheek, but slightly harder. His tail moves faster. "Feel good?" "Mmhm," He hums back before another strike makes him bite his lip. Miguel murrs and palms his left cheek, planning another smack. He arches his back and buries the side of his face into the mattress, humming softly when it came with more force. His cock dripped pre onto the bedsheets, indicating that he was enjoying this. And what made it even better was that Miguel took his time with each swat instead of simply spanking him as hard as to how one of both his dads would do it by massaging his ass, and then slapping it, getting firmer just slightly every time. Smack "Mh." Smack "Mmh. Halfway there." Little Cato points out before another swat comes. Smack He bites his lip harder, holding back a moan as it was starting to get good, but he was durable in terms of getting spanked, he can hold out. He's gonna hold out. Hell, he's gonna hold out so good. Smack His cock twitched and he barely held back a gasp, as it could count as a moan to the canine beside him. Said canine smirked and hit him three more times with less force but with more speed, hearing only a soft trill from the Ventrexian bent over. "And that makes ten." He says before he scoots behind him and leans down, grabbing both cheeks that had a soft red hue, and spreading them before opening his mouth and going in. "Hoh, shit," Little Cato whispered, having jolted from the slobbery tongue of Miguel swirling around and round on his tail hole and fought hard not to let out a sound, save for the loud purring. He hissed and exhaled continuously, relishing in the soft suction sounds of getting eaten out and reached back to palm his erection and pump slowly, letting out a huge breath. He could feel his wet asshole get pushed into with his anal caverns being explored quickly but briefly with a few wide spins of the rock dog's tongue before he pulls out, licking his lips and swallowing. "I could still taste Gary in here," He laughed, giving his rear a good squeeze as he went along with it. That much would be true, considering the human's stamina was quirky in a way. He could either go 3-4 rounds or blow his load and pass out, leaving whoever he busted in to clean up the mess. The example of this was yesterday night when he was thrust into a position he has never heard of before. He called it the reverse piledriver and it. Was. Awesome. It only sucked because he woke up with the inside of his ass and some of his lower back sticky and drying up. "Yeah, true, now for my turn." Little Cato purrs in delight, watching his lover nod and stand up off the bed for a second to pull his shorts down and kick them off, leaving him completely nude, before he climbs back on, bending over, ass up and tail wagging. The cherry on top was the bedroom eyes he gave, looking up at the feline. "Come and get me." His cock has never been so hard in his life since getting to go inside both his father's and Miguel's all at once. He shuffles over beside the blue chihuahua, eyeing his bubbly rear and licking his lips with a deep purr, he was going to enjoy this. He hissed, trailing his paw across his rear and back a few times, his cock pulsating with need on his back as he got ready to spank exactly ten times. When his decision was made, he drew back his paw and slapped Miguel's left cheek. The canine hums and shakes his ass a little, playfully goading his Ventrexian lover into hitting him again on the other cheek, just barely hardening his strike like he had done before. Fuck, the way he worked that ass just made him want to skip the spanking phase and get straight into it but he needed to be patient and force a moan out of him instead. Little Cato's tail flickers, tapping on the bed as he spanks Miguel, switching from one cheek to another with each swat. But he took it slow and kneaded his entire ass and balls, copying his methods and making it as comfortable as possible while working harder to get a sound out of him. He was big enough that he could smack a fool purple in one swing, meaning he could do the same for a nice piece of ass laying right in front of him. "Halfway there, babe, hit me harder, c'mon," Miguel encouraged, moving his hips side to side to tease the young adult. Little Cato growled softly with an alluring grin, accepting the challenge and, to the dog's surprise, mounted his back the opposite way, dick swinging and solid like a rock. His back was arched, giving him the perfect view of his ass from here. He wasted no time in bringing his right paw down on his right cheek with as much strength as he could muster as he had done with his left paw for the left cheek. A shuddery breath leaves Miguel's open maw before the cat does it again, swiping his paws across his buns, leaving behind a faded paw print. He grunted, slapping his right cheek the last few times before finishing off with another to an undercurve of his left buttock. Doing that made Little Cato's ears perk up at hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. A moan. It was soft but audible enough to hear and the tangerinette's grin grows bigger. "Guess you win, huh?" Miguel tittered, knowing the Ventrexian had won just by the way he froze when he had let out the cursed sound that spelled his defeat. But, his defeat was on purpose. It was on purpose so he could feel his lover's cock inside him. It would be a gift, considering he topped him most of the time and had never given him the chance to take charge in their most intimate moments. And plus, spiked dicks felt amazing from the way King Nacho described it. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try after all. "Damn right, I do," Little Cato retorted, getting down behind him and spreading his cheeks wide. "And you know what that means." "Yep. Do what you want with me back there." Miguel sighed, before he moaned again feeling the teen's tongue scrape across his pucker and his mouth envelope it, sucking it nice and good. He moaned louder when that tongue started going into the center of his asshole, pushing deeper with weirdly no effort. He even felt his anal muscles let up and allow Little Cato access and almost wanted to ask about it before his paws groping his balls down to his dick shut him up. He groaned when his lover started to suck on his well-rimmed asshole longer, his cock twitching with the tip glistening with forming pre. Little Cato lets off with a wet pop and repeated the notion with numerous pops filling the room alongside Miguel's pleased sounds. When he's done eating him a new asshole, Little Cato grabs his hip and guides his cock in, letting out a drawn-out moan as he slid inside with no resistance. The canine felt the fleshy spines of his shaft run along his walls and send tingling sensations within him, making him shudder and move his hips back to take in more of the Ventrexian, who smacked his ass once more as he breathed a laugh. "You like this dick? Hmm?" He questioned as he started moving, fucking the grown pup with swift rolls of his hips, going in balls-deep and sliding out to the tip, gaining more noises from him. "You like this thick Ventrexian meat fucking you? Yeah?" "Yeah," Miguel whined, the sensation of his spines mixing well with his meat stroking his walls and prostate. "Yeah?" And the feline spanks him again on both cheeks, spurring him to twerk on it, now really turning him on. "fuck yeah, dance on that dick, dance on it." The canine only cried out, doing what he said and giving him a nice lapdance to his content. He bit his lip when his ass was slapped and pushed into with more vigor, hearing the teen behind him groan airily, never stopping in reddening his ass spanking it three times on each cheek. "Oh, yeah!" And he stops the dogs twerking, now mounting and reangling his thrusts, pounding the pup with more vigor. His ecstatic cries reverberate in the room next to the loud and wet slapping of skin. "Oh, fuck...Little Cato..." Miguel called out shakingly, his eyes rolling up as he gripped the sheets tighter and panted with his tongue hanging out. It felt even better than he expected. To be mounted and taken by a prince of Ventrexia was among one of the greatest pleasures he's ever felt, aside from getting filled by two dicks or being milked continuously by a pair of soft paws. Ever since getting to love the strange feline, he's wanted his dick either in his mouth, between his feet, or in his ass, so he could feel everything there is to feel out of him. It even drove him crazy when one good thrust into his prostate milks him and with a pleasured yelp, he spills onto the bedsheets in great splashes of semen just as the handsome beast with a cyan tomahawk was over him, driving his manhood repeatedly into his sweet spot until he joined him eventually into the oblivion that was utter bliss. And he had minutes later when half of Miguel's face was buried into the bed, his brown hair splayed all over around him, broken groans leaving his parted maw as Little Cato went on strong, now at peak performance railing his now reddened ass, his teeth tightly clenched as the heat in his stomach boiled over, pushing him over the edge. He had been close and his growling was a reminder of that. When he buried himself to the sheath in the canine, he moaned shakily and breathlessly, emptying his load and pumping Miguel's anal walls white with his Ventrexian spunk. "Agh...Agh...yeah, fuck, your ass is so good to me..." He shuddered, pulling out and jerking a few more strands onto his rear before laying back and watching his handiwork with a satisfied grin while his chest rumbled and Miguel panted, falling to his side. "That was amazing," Little Cato sighed, crawling over to hug and groom the dog's face. "You said it, I've been wanting to get you to top for a while now," Miguel agreed, murring softly from the tangerinette lapping at his face to his ears, retaliating with a few ear scratches to get the purring going on. "Guess you can for a few weeks." "Oh, yeah," He responded through his purring, giving the canine a kiss on the cheek. "And I'm gonna top you so good." He really will, just he wait.