The Anubis Chihuahua was hanging out at Mayor Snowball's place in her bedroom watching Tv one day while his ma- *ahem* friend, Felicity was out doing errands. After the incident involving a tequila infused takis (and burrito) party that turned into a circle-jerk convention, she doesn't trust him to look after things, let alone be at her house by himself. So, she had the Catlantic City mayor look after him while she was away. 

So here was Miguel, lying down on the bed next to the mayor, who was wearing a T-shirt and short-shorts, that was chatting away on the phone with the feline of royalty, bored out of his mind. The YarnBall Channel playing on the flatscreen was at least something he could bear with for the next hour. The cats scratching the yarn balls in different-but-actually-the-same way(s) is oddly satisfying. Now he knows why Felicity was so into it. He was sitting up now, now fully interested in the activities the cats were doing with the yarn. At least until Mayor Snowball gasped. 

"No way, you actually tried it with him last night?!" She sat straight up, her red eyes widened in surprise and her yellow cheeks burning scarlet.

"And you...down there when you did? Wow, what is it called?" Her eyes look like they're about to pop out of her sockets at this point. Miguel stares confused, whatever it is they're talking about, it must be something worth more than the Tv program. He scoots closer to the feline and listens in closely.

"The Rusty Trombone? Sounds kind of unique, I think I might try it on Wags when he visits later tod-." Miguel interrupts before she finishes her sentence.

"Ooh, Mayor Wags is coming over? What are you two gonna do together? What's The Rusty Trombone? What're you and Lady Catterly taking about?" He asked excitedly, his small tail wagging like crazy.

Mayor Snowball almost fell off the bed from the sudden barrage of questions. She quickly regains composure and shoots a glare at the puppy who scooted back a few inches with a 'sorry' look on his face. Snowball luckily ended the conversation with Catterly before the rude interruption.

"Firstly, yes. Secondly, it's none of your concern. And if I can answer the last two questions correctly, none of your business!" She snapped the last part. "You're stepping outside as soon as he arrives, hopefully Felicity should stop by to pick you up by then."

"B-but," Miguel stutters, "I just wanna know what this rusty trombone thing is. Is it a rare treaure? Can I have if you get it from Lady Catterly?"

The mayor just ignores him and changes the channel to a show she loved the most. What made it difficult to concentrate on said show (The GodKitten) was the canine's unanswered question that hung around in her thoughts. She crossed her legs, her tail swished around lazily as she thought.

'What's the rusty trombone?' 

She knew the question wasn't leaving her head unless she answered it. A cat thing Snowball sometimes wished she didn't have. Which was the problem due to the fact that Miguel was a bit young to know about certain things. Some of those concerning kinks, his one step into the adult world was through his romp with Felicity two weeks prior. She opened her mouth,but Miguel suddenly blurted it out. "Oh I know! It's that thing, you know, that thing where you lick someone's butt and jerk them off at the same time. King Nacho texted me about it this morning, he said it was awesome and that I should try it sometime. I just remembered it now."

She sighed loud and pinched the bridge of her nose. That muscle-bound moron of an Anubis King couldn't keep his giant trap shut about anything, at least not to his descendant. fortunately, he didn't tell Mayor Wags about last night's events, otherwise he'd be in her bedroom in a heartbeat. 

"Well, yes. That is, what it is." She confirms, cleaning off her glasses with her shirt. "Honestly, I don't see why your ancestor would even think to fill your with such information in the first place, when he shoud've let it wait until you were more mature."

"Hey, he's got a bit of a bragging streak when it comes to sex, or bowling, or consuming the world's spiciest taco, or sex." Miguel explains. "He's super awesome at what he does as an Anubis King and all, but he needs to chill it out sometimes. Like, that mummy he has around is starting to smell funny for some reason and he or one of those two dogs can be seen clinging to him anytime Lady Catterly isn't around."

Snowball looks at him in disbelief. Surely, he doesn't mean to say that the one-and-only King Nacho is Bi. It clicked though, since she only visits when she's not busy with fashion events. Ever since his first girlfriend had passed away, he was all alone at his kingdom with no-one to spend time with, save for those two dogs and a mummy that kept him company. And pretty sure *that* kind of company.

"That raises quite a few flags. But still, you shouldn't have to follow in your ancestors pawsteps in 100% of everything he does, you know. And besides, if you're that curious about the rusty trombone, then I'm sure you'd like to see how it feels firsthand." She said, now smirking at the idea.

At hearing this, Miguel is now pretty unsure of wanting to find out the feeling of it. "Hehe, I dunno Snows, I've never tried it before and I'm probaby gonna feel weird if I do."

The mayor's ears perk up at the nickname. She giggles and scoots closer to the blue canine and wraps an arm around his shoulder. "Oh don't be so nervous, you know you want to do it. And don't worry, Waggy won't be around for another hour and the door is locked, so it's you and moi." She purred seductively into his ear. She trails a hand down from his furred chest to his shorts.

Miguel shivered at the contact and silently nodded his head, he scootched onto the bed with Mayor Snowball joining right besides him. A moment of silence follows after, the Tv still going. 

"Ok, What do I do now?" He asked uncertainly.

"Get on all fours and have your face on the bed with your rear up and towards me. I'll handle the rest." She replies, guiding him along the way. "Face that way and do it."

He nods and turns to face the collection of mouse-shaped pillows and rests his head on his folded arms and lifts his posterior up in front of Mayor Snowball, his tail wagging at a normal pace. The knowledge he possesed of what's to come has him panting softly.
The yellow-furred feline hums in approval to the canine's position, she spreads his legs apart slightly. 

"Are you comfortable?" Snowball asked, kneading and rubbing the left cheek, the other softly squeezing the right. Miguel holds down a gasp and hesitantly nods. She smiles and hooks two fingers beneath his underwear past his shorts with both paws and slowly pulls them down. Snowball was halfway through when she got a good look at the chihuahua's uncovered rump. 
It was round and curvy, his parted legs making them squish together. It seems he takes after King Nacho's thick ass as well.

Snowball hums in admiration and grabs a handful of Miguel's ass, earning a tiny whimper from the blue canine. The feeling was as good as the view, it had the right amount of firmness mixed in with some softness thanks to the fur. She knew she was going to enjoy this and removes the shorts completely, throwing them aside. 
First, she leans in, presses her nose into where his anus was, and takes a small whiff. She sighed heavenly, the thick musk of sweat, King Nacho's cum from that day, and something he ate combined into one scent was almost relaxing. Now she knew why dogs liked smelling each others behinds. Then, she parted his ass and leans in, giving the hole a small lick, relishing in the musky taste.

"Ga-ah!"

Miguel tensed up and yelped when he felt something rough, warm, and wet slide across his hole. The mayor licks his anus again, dragging her sandpaper-like tongue around the ring of muscle, slicking it in her saliva. She then reaches a paw down and starts groping his furry sack. The blue pup relaxes instantly and lets out a shaky moan when he felt his balls being fondled. His panting increased as his cock emerges from his sheath, leaking pre-cum.

"S-snowball...augh. Touch me down there, please." Snowball knew what Miguel meant by that and grips his hard-on with one paw, the other fondling his ballsack. She purred softly at the feeling of the canine's warm girth pulsating in her paw. She pulls back and gives a long lick from his balls to the top of his ass. The loud moan that came after now made the mayor get serious and plunge her tongue into his anus.

Snowball stroked his cock from tip to base slowly, squeezing his furred sack and twisting the tip as she ate him out. The anubis canine was in absolute bliss, he was enjoying every second of this.

"Snowball, oh yes! Please keep doing that..."

She stopped eating him out, her muzzle coated in spit. "Keep doing what? This?" Snowball said seductively and then twisted the tip of his penis and lightly slapped his bubbly ass, making his cock twitch in her paw. His back arched as he let out what sounded like a low howl. She grinned and continues licking his entrance and was now stroking his cock faster at the tip. The canine's moans grew louder and turn into groans.

Mayor Snowball knew he was close, and sped up her actions. She lapped wildly at his entrance and stroked his cock with both paws. Miguel closes his eyes tight, his orgasmn edging closer and closer.

"I'm gonna c-cum. O-ogh fuuuuuck!"

"That's it, let it all out."

A final tongue swipe across his hole was enough to push him over the edge. Miguel's eyes roll up into his head as he moaned loud and blew his load, several ropes of cum spewing onto the sheets, some landing on the feline's fingers. 
She milked every drop out of him as she flicked her tongue over the hole. 

She gives his entrance one more lick before letting the canine fall to his side. Snowball was partially annoyed he finished on her dry-clean sheets, but was satisifed with teaching Miguel a lesson about 'The Rusty Trombone'. She slurps the cum off her fingers and the sheets. She swilled the fluids around in her mouth and swallowed, purring in content.

"Damn, that was awesome. Now" Miguel sighed after coming down from his high, his cock retreating back into his sheath, but not before Snowball takes the tip into her mouth and sucks up any cum left over.

"Indeed. Now you know how it feels." Snowball replies, flipping her gray-purple hair before ordering strictly, "now hurry along and step outside, Felicity will be here at any moment." The anubis canine takes a moment to yank on his shorts before hugging the feline's leg tightly. She smiles sweetly and pets him on the head before shooing him out.


"Hey, Miguel!" Felicity says energetically. "How was it at Mayor Snowball's place? It wasn't too boring, was it?"

"Oh it wasn't too boring, just had a bit of fun, that's all." He answered, a grin plastered across his muzzle. Felicity doesn't even know the kind of fun he's had, but elects not to quesion him on it. "Alright then. Hop on."

He leaps onto her back and holds tight as she takes off towards home. On the way back, Miguel thinks back on his first experience with getting ate out and smiles. He's gotta tell King Nacho about this.