PIPE DREAM SERIES: JUST DESSERTS
By: Nathan Spade

Featuring
Erik © PointlessMonkey
Nate © Nathan Spade

!DANGER!
This story features two males engaged in carnal activities.
If you don't like scat, don't read after the asterisks, or these things to be exact ******
You have been warned!

"I'm gonna make something good for him, good for him, good for him.  I'm gonna make something good for him, just for Nate, YAY!"  Erik stuck out his tongue while he sang happily and stirred the contents of the pot.  In the pot was delicious hamburger meat, cooked to a delightful golden brown and being stirred by the feminine brown and white cabbit into a sweet and spicy tomato sauce.  "He loves spicy foods," Erik murred to himself.  Next to the cooking meat was a bigger pot containing softening rigatoni noodles that he stirred occasionally, making sure that they would get plump and tender.  While stirring the spaghetti sauce, he sprinkled some seasoned salt to enrich the taste and some garlic powder to bring about a stronger aroma.  The meal was going to taste great.  Spaghetti wasn't the perfect choice for a first date, due to it's messiness, but it was easy and fun to make.

Erik had been friends with Nate for many years, since grade school even, and he had a major crush on the raccoon all those years.  The big fluffy striped tail, the soft belly and the big sheath.  Many nights the cabbit would fantasize about Nate as he drifted off to sleep.  Thoughts of holding Nate tightly and nuzzling him.  And sometimes his thoughts would go to much more sexual fantasies involving taking Nate's ass for a spin.

After finally getting up the courage to ask Nate out, Erik was pleasantly surprised when he accepted.  The happy cabbit suggested he make dinner for his raccoon friend.  Nate agreed and here Erik was, cooking spaghetti for his date in his date's kitchen.  The raccoon had to leave soon after Erik started cooking, however, to get some things from the store, but he would be back later on.  Erik wanted to explore the house, but he was too busy preparing.

"Mmm, and if all goes well tonight," Erik murred out, "maybe I'll give his hot buns a nice cream filling."  The thought of ravaging his friend drove him crazy, making his pants tighten up.  But another thought crossed his mind, something more important than reaming his friend, that made him go soft suddenly and his eyes widen in realization.  "Buns!?  MY SWEET BUNS!" he cried out while he left the stove top in a frenzy to check on the sweet buns in the oven.  Upon opening the oven, he was greeted by a puff of black smoke as he dug in to get the buns out.

"Awe man, there goes dessert," he whimpered, ears splayed black in disappointment while he held the tray with two smoldering charcoal briquets that once were his sweet buns.  He left them in too long and now they were nothing more than two hard lumps of black nothing.  "And I made such a tasty cream topping for them, too," he sighed.  And with that, the only thing that got to 'eat' those buns was the garbage bin.

'Now what?' he thought sadly as he continued to stir the meat and noodles, 'no dessert, just cream.'  Looking at the butter cream frosting sitting on the back burner, he thought of just dumping the cream too when something occurred to him.  Something wonderfully dirty could be done with this butter cream frosting, and Erik knew what he wanted to do with it.  However, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the front door shut.

"Something smells good," Nate called from the living room.  Soon, the chubby raccoon stood in the kitchen doorway with a smirk on his face as he was holding a large paper bag in his right paw; it's contents unknown.  Erik was curious about the bag, but continued to work anyway.

"It's spaghetti," Erik said, swishing his tail in pleasure, "with a spicy sauce."  He noticed that Nate had to swallow hard after he said 'spicy.'  'Right on target,' thought the contented cabbit while he stirred away.  "It'll be ready soon, and no worries about the table: already set."  Erik was on the ball tonight, besides the sweet buns, and Nate was impressed while he sat the bag down onto the kitchen counter.  Erik looked at the bag and couldn't stand it any longer and asked: "What's in the bag?"

"Oh, nothing special," Nate said as he dug into the bag and produced some toiletries, "just some necessities: toilet paper, toothpaste, hand soap, body wash, shampoo and a few wash rags."  He was about to carry them off to the bathroom when Erik called for him to stop.

"Here, let me put those away for you," he said, switching off the stove top to let the stuff settle.

"You sure, man?" Nate asked as the stuff was pulled from his person before an answer was given.

"I'm sure," Erik murred, taking the stuff off to the bathroom while he brushed his tail under Nate's chin in a seductive fashion, eliciting a soft chitter from his friend.

Nate watched as his friend disappeared into the bathroom and couldn't help but tremble in desire.  'What a minx he is,' Nate chittered staring at his friend's sumptuous butt swinging back and forth below graceful hips.  He could stare at such an ass all day.  However, the wonderful smell of garlic and spaghetti sauce drew Nate from the tantalizing rump to something even more tantalizing in the kitchen.  A pot filled with delicious meat sauce bubbled on the stove top and bread sticks sat on the dining table.  The raccoon couldn't help himself.  He snatched up a bread stick and dipped it deep into the sauce.  After a moment of letting the bread stick marinate, he pulled it free, trailing gooey hot sauce back into the pot.  In a few gulps, the bread stick was gone.  'Mmm, yum,' he thought, smacking his lips.  And soon after another bread stick disappeared from the plate.

Once in the bathroom, the cabbit snapped on the light and began putting stuff away where he saw fit.  The bathroom itself was quite chilly and substantial in size, but nothing out of the ordinary at first glance.  While he was putting new toilet paper onto the roll next to the toilet, however, he noticed something odd.  The toilet's bowl was quite large, large enough to fit a whole person in it.  And written on the tank was the word 'ULTRAFLUSH' in bold metallic letters.  The cabbit didn't understand why Nate's toilet was so huge, but he brushed it off and left, snapping off the light as he left the cold bathroom.

Nate finished off a third bread stick just as Erik came back into the kitchen.  "And what do you think you're you doing, mister?" he asked while crossing his arms in feign anger.

"Uhm, taste-testing?"  Nate chuckled sheepishly.

Once the noodles were sifted of the water, they were slumped into a serving dish, along with the meat sauce, and both were placed onto the dining table.  Candles, dim lights, nice wine, parmisan cheese, warm bread sticks.  The works.  Erik went all out for this dinner and hoped Nate loved it.

"Dinner is served," Erik said proudly after setting everything up.  He seated Nate first, poured some wine, and soon after seated himself.  The two began to dig in, serving themselves from the dishes. Slurping, sipping and twirling.  The bread sticks just flew off the plate and into their waiting gullets.

Erik watched Nate on the sly, pausing to hear the raccoon make noises of bliss as he slurped the noodle tubes and chewed lightly.  Despite how messy the food was, the raccoon seemed to be quite careful, wiping his mouth off from particularly messy mouthfuls.  Erik followed suit, cleaning off each delicious mouthful.  No talking, just a quiet dinner, which made Erik slightly nervous.  So he decided to break the silence.

"Hey, I have a wonderful dessert that I'm sure you'll like," Erik beamed devilishly.  Nate swallowed and paused with ears perked up.

"Really," he said while slurping another mouthful and swallowing, "what is it?"  Nate gave his full attention towards Erik.

"Now now, it's a surprise," the cabbit said coyly while giving a seductive grin, winking at Nate.  Nate only chittered and went on eating.  'So oblivious sometimes, isn't he?' Erik thought as he gradually eat a bread stick and a mouthful of spaghetti.

But Nate wasn't very oblivious at all.  'I wonder what he's got in store for dessert?' Nate thought coyly as he finished off another bread stick.

The rest of the dinner went on without a hitch.  Light jokes were made here and there.  Small conversations about what went on in each others day and whatnot.  Soon the bread sticks and spaghetti dwindled down to just a few crumbs and a few slurps.

Erik rubbed his full belly and belched loudly, having to hold his muzzle in embarrassment.  Nate, instead of being offended, let loose a belch far surpassing Erik's.  The two laughed from the crassness.

"Mmm, my compliments to the chef," Nate said with his paw gently rubbing a full belly.  Erik was pleased by the compliment and flashed a grin towards his friend, who returned it with an equally satisfied grin.

The two sat for a while, letting their meal digest in peace and just staring at each other.  No words, but Erik didn't feel nervous now.  Instead, quite the opposite as he stood up and shooed Nate.

"Okay, you go into your room and wait," Erik said, gently shoving a protesting and chuckling Nate into his bedroom, "I'll be serving dessert, and no peeking."  And with that, the door slammed shut and Nate was all by his lonesome.

Nate waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited . . . until . . .

"Okay, close your eyes," Erik called from behind the door.  Nate complied and covered his eyes while chittering in anticipation.  Door creaking.  Soft footsteps.  Door creaking.  Click.  "Now, open them."

Nate pulled his paws from his eyes and slowly opened them.  What beheld his vision was that of a true fantasy.  There stood the cabbit with nothing but only an apron on and a squeeze tube of icing.  Nate's jeans tightened up instantly.

"Undress, please?" the scantily clad cabbit asked politely.  Nate clumsily took off his clothes, showing off a needy raccoon cock beneath a pair of fire engine red undies.  "And those," said Erik, gesturing to the underwear and off they came, landing on the pile next to the bed.  The cabbit murred softly, hovering the tube over Nate's chest and giving a hearty squeeze.

Warm butter cream frosting began to swirl around Nate's left nipple in a cute little flower shape.  Another flower shape was squeezed onto Nate's other nipple.  The raccoon only watched and chittered as the soft serve frosting was squeezed onto his chest and soon a trail of butter cream led to his belly button where a nice dollop was squeezed onto it.  Finally a generous amount was squeezed onto his balls and along the length of his throbbing cock, making Nate hiss in pleasure.  After that was all done, Erik handed Nate the tube of frosting, which Nate took pleasingly.

"Now, onto dessert," murred Erik and he went to work, licking and smearing the frosting on Nate's nipples.  All Nate could do was stroke his friend's head and chitter warmly, watching Erik eat his desserts while he sucked away on the tube a little bit.  Nipples done, Erik began a long and agonizing lick along Nate's belly, cleaning the creamy frosting away and gulping down the sweet flavors, murring all the way.  He soon circled Nate's belly button eliciting a soft moan from Nate as he suckled some more butter cream from the tube.  With soft strokes of his tongue, the cabbit slurped clean Nate's musky ball sack, taking a nut in each mouth and sucking them seductively.  Nate began to leak his own cream as Erik sucked on the other ball.  After a final lick, Erik turned to his final piece of his dessert.  "Now for banana cream pie," Erik murred.

Nate watched as Erik slid his tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, making him arch his back and moan.  Erik hummed softly from the taste and suckled the head of Nate's cock, tasting the butter cream mixing with Nate's own special cream.  Nate moaned and nursed on the tube while his friend engulfed his meat.  The cabbit bobbed on the cock head and deep-throated, taking each delicious inch into his hot, hungry mouth.  Moans of bliss emanated from Nate while his friend went balls deep and pulled off, leaning up.  Nate held the tube towards him and Erik accepted the end, suckling some butter cream and gulping it down.

After tasting some more, Erik then took the tube from Nate and murred warmly, pressing the tip against the raccoon's awaiting hole.  Accepting it, Nate brought his knees to his chest and relaxed.  The tip slid in easily.  And with a gentle squeeze, the icing tube 'came' inside of Nate, making him arch his back and moan deeply.  Now thoroughly filled with icing, Erik retracted the tube and sat it down.

"Ready for a creampie?" the cabbit asked.  Nate nodded, eagerly smirking.  And with that, Erik rammed his dripping hard cock into his friend's tight ass.

Nate groaned and twisted his eyes shut while his hole clenched down in desperation from the large intruder in his ass.  Soon, his friend was balls deep in his backside.

"Oooh, such a tight butt you have, hon," huffed Erik.  The cabbit knew his friend could take a good shot up the ass, since he had intruded in Nate's things and found a dildo that was twelve inches long and two inches thick with a knot that was four inches thick.  Erik's cock was nothing compared to that monster, but Nate still was a bit uncomfortable nonetheless.  "A good pounding will loosen you right up."  And off he went.

Nate only watched and moaned as he saw his friend plowing his asshole with that hard pole of his, filling his tunnel with so much meat, forcing butter cream deeper into his butt and splattering it all over his ass cheeks.  Erik began humping at a decent pace, making Nate chitter softly under him.

Suddenly, Erik pulled out and had Nate turn onto all fours.  Grabbing hold of the base of the raccoon's tail, he pulled it up a bit roughly and grinned widely while lining up his still hard, creamy cock with the stretched hole.

"Get ready," said a sly grinning cabbit.  Rough sex was on this cabbit's mind, and Nate could only bear down.  The raccoon yelped and spluttered pre from his cocktip onto his bedsheets as Erik slammed hard into his asshole, sending waves of new pleasure and pain through the raccoon.  The cabbit kept up with a fast pace and pounding Nate's prostate, abusing his hole.

Nate bucked and yelped in pleasure with each hard thrust which made his cock pulse and get harder and harder, aching for release.  However, Erik wasn't reaching below to relieve his friend's tension, so Nate reached below only to have have paw slapped away.

"No way," said Erik between panting breaths, "you come when I do, got it?"

Nate only whimpered softly and let it happen.  Tension building up in his groin, Nate needed release so bad and actually felt his orgasm nearing.  A pillow he saw under his head and he bit into it, releasing muffled screams of pleasure while Erik continued to pound his poor ass, building up more tension in the poor raccoon's balls.

Nate wouldn't be blueballing for long, though, because as soon as Erik hilted hard, Nate couldn't hold it anymore and yelped into the pillow, coating the sheets in his hot pent-up juices.  Erik followed soon after, draining his balls into the raccoon's ass in a few grunts and collapsing on his friend's back, licking the back of his neck.

"That was for eating before I had everything prepared," said the exhasted cabbit.

"I said I was taste testing," huffed Nate.  The cabbit's cream coated cock popped free from from the raccoon's ass and hung limply.

"And for that, too, you also have to lick my feet," said Erik as he laid down on the bed and twiddled his toes at his friend.

"What?" Nate said in an irratated tone . . . but snapped out of it and smiled, "of course, no problem."  And Nate began to lick the cabbit's toes.

Erik watched and purred while stroking his dirty and limp cock.  He enjoyed tormenting this impatient raccoon.  Soon, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.

Nate chittered softly and grinned as he sucked on the toes and slyly looked at his friend.  'Good, he's asleep,' he thought and began to bring Erik's feet together and suck on all the toes . . . and soon suck the feet into his now drooling maw.

Erik could only shift and mumble in his sleep whi9le Nate worked his hungry maw up the calves and to the knees.  Nate's throat bulged out while he engulfed the lap and brought his paws up to bring in his friends and stuffed them in.

Slurp after slurp and Erik didn't stir.  'Heavy sleeper,' Nate thought chuckling while he worked in his friend's belly and soon chest.  Just then, Erik's eyes shot open and he looked around franticly.  He looked down to find a nose poking his and a set of hungry eyes.

"Nate, what the hell are you-"  GLUP!  Before Erik could finish, his whole world went dark and wet.  Massaging flesh was all around him as he descended through the tight flesh and downward to his fate.

With one wet gulp, Nate trailed his friend's descent into his belly with his first two fingers on his right paw, only for the bulge to disappear behind his clavicle.  With a sigh, Nate sat on his bed and patted his now full belly.

Erik slipped into a tight wet chamber full of muck.  Erik brought his paw up to his muzzle since the air smelled greasy and garlicy and gagged a few times.  With watery eyes, Erik studied his surroundings, which was more or less the inner lining of his friend's stomach.  The realization caused a surge of panic in Erik's mind and he began thrashing about, only to hear a strong gurgle all around him.  The walls suddenly closed tightly around the frightened cabbit.

Nate belched harshly.  While licking his lips tasting garlic, frosting and cabbit, Nate hummed to himself and stroked his full belly.  Fatigue settled in the large raccoon and he laid down, closing his eyes and yawning.

"And that's for being rough with me," Nate chuckled, belching more as his world went silent.

Erik started to feel woozy and lightheaded and all he wanted was to sleep, which was inevitable, so all he could do was just that.  The last thing to cross Erik's mind before he fell unconscious was that now he knew why Nate had such a large toilet.

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The next morning, Nate awoke and sat up, stretching and yawning while he scratched his significantly smaller belly.  He turned and sat his footpaws on the ground and stretched again while getting out of bed and strolling over to his body length mirror to study his new body.  His distended belly was still quite large, but about a third the size it was last night.

"Man, either that's all the fat from you or-"  A loud grumble from in his gut interrupted him and he quickly made his way to the bathroom.

On went the light in a flash.  Finding the toilet, he quickly made his way towards it.  It was a sturdy Ultraflush toilet with all the trimmings: The Hot Seat, triple extra large bowl, turbo flush, bidet, and Anti Clog dispenser.  While flipping the lid open, he swung around, lifting his tail high, sat his meaty rump on the warm seat and sighed in relief.

"Good thing I made it in time, or else I'd need a carpet shampooer," Nate chuckled.  A belly cramp wrapped around his bowels and squeezed, doubling the raccoon over.  "Ooh, you really need to come out, huh?" he said with a few grunts and groans.  With a lude growl, his butthole spread and erupted.  Soft shit and farts spluttered into the bowl, staining the pristine clear waters a muddy brown.  Nate grit his teeth and huffed while his belly caved in, squirting more soft waste from his asshole like soft serve ice cream.

Soon the eruption stopped and Nate sighed in relief.  Looking through some magazines beside the toilet, Nate pulled out a Playfur Males mag and leafed through it a bit.  Sexy males galore.  But Nate was surprised by another load of shit and relaxed, letting the firmmer log slide from his butt and down into the murky water.  It broke off with a loud echoy fart while the raccoon finished leafing through his magazine.

More shit poured from his ass, splashing into the mucky depths below, filling the bottom of the large basin, but not once breaking the surface.

Nate's belly had deflated greatly when something lodged itself in his colon.  He bit down on his lip and huffed, grunting and groaning.  The object slowly pushed itself out of his hot asshole with little farts squirting around it until it popped out and splashed into the bowl.

The raccoon heaved a sigh of relief as he wiped his dirty ass clean, knowing his bowels were completely empty.  He stood up and turned around, aiming his sheath down towards the bowl.  A golden stream splurted from the tip and splashed into the murky waters, swirling the stew around.  A shit caked skull was splashed clean by the golden shower and Nate smirked.  Nate's stream slowed to a stop and and he squirted out a few drops before bringing his paw up to the silver lever.

"Oh and one more thing," Nate said as he stroked the sliver lever, "next time, remember to prepare a proper dessert."  And with that, Nate pressed the lever down and with a loud whoosh, his friend's remains swirled around the large bowl and down past the trap with an audible gurgle.