“...And I need you to take the brisket out of the freezer tonight before going to bed so it can thaw out and we can cook it on the grill tomorrow. Oh and Pistol needs you to pick up her new ballerina tutu from the store. The order’s already been paid off. Oh and I’ll need you to take the boys to school later this week since Goofy’s taking me and Pistol out to that restaurant you’re banned from for her birthday and -PETE!!!”


Pete snapped out of his thousand yard stare from the window of their room, snapping into attention like a soldier in the army. 


        “Yes, yes sugar lips! Loud and clear!” Pete winced when he saw her scoffing. The grumpy cat mumbled something under his breath that his sharp eared wife caught.


        “You got something to say to me?” The growl in her voice made it clear she wasn’t messing around. Even while only in her nightgown and nothing else, she imposed a powerful figure and posed with confidence.


        ‘Ahh that voice.’ Pete’s mind traveled back to when the two of them were in high school. Back then, even hard headed Pete knew she’d grow into one hell of a bombshell kitty. 


Hips that don’t lie. An ass that would make any man worth is fur and boy worth their fuzz turn and look at her. Pete at one point beat back a guy with a stick for daring to ogle his beautiful sweet Sunday special! She was his and no one else's. Juicy full lips that reminded him of his football game victories and her gift if their team won. And who could forget those tits! Oh man, Pete’s mind traveled back to when he first got Pete Jr. between them and she sucked the soul out of him. Just thinking about it-


        “I see you’re focusing on the wrong part of me again.”


Once again, Pete found himself coming out of his daydream. He didn’t need to look down to know that he’s now sporting a noticeable bulge in his pajamas. Like always, he tries to weasel himself out of a fuss from his wife. 


        “I’m sorry honey. But hearing you get all dominant and all that gets my motor running! Just like back in highschool!” He laughed, trying to lighten the mood.


        “And just like then, I’m blue balling you until you get your act together! I’ve been telling you to pay attention for the past thirty minutes and you don’t even listen. The only head of yours that does is the one that’s between your legs!”


        ‘Oh boy, here comes the “I don’t listen” speech again.’ Pete resigned himself ready to let everything his beautiful wife says go into one ear and out the other like his old school teacher’s lessons. 


        “YES I’m giving you this speech again!” Pete flinched hard and stared at his wife with fearful eyes. “And YES! I know what you’re thinking! For the love of fuck, we’ve been together for years! Can you act like a goddamn husband already?!” Peg’s voice rose as she got angrier.


Scared, he tried to calm her down. “Come now sweetie, why don’t we just go to bed, calm ourselves down and talk about it tomorrow?” He gestures towards the bed, a nervous smile present on his big jaw.


Pete wasn’t the smartest feline in Spoonerville but even he was smart enough to see the rage in her eyes didn’t go down. In fact, she looked so angry she could probably poison a King Cobra in one bite. Face red, hair splitting on end and teeth clenched so hard they could probably stop an Earthquake if she wanted. The seconds seemed to extend as she seemed to rumble like a volcano about to explode. 


And just like that, she snapped out of it. Her anger gone, her fists and teeth relaxed and her hair seemed like it fell perfectly back into its normal style. With a deep huff, she got into bed, pulling the covers up and turning her back to Pete.


The fat cat tentatively grabbed the bed sheets before sliding into bed himself. He heaved a sigh of relief before turning to be the big spoon to his wife. The moment his hard-on made contact with her, she spoke up. 


        “If it touches me again, PJ and Pistol are gonna have two mom’s, Petrica. Now go to bed, you got work to do tomorrow.” 


He deflated like a balloon three days after a kids birthday party. 


Turning to lay on his back, Pete let out a sigh as he looked up at the ceiling. He turned to look at his beautiful Peg, thinking back to their honeymoon. The first time he ever got to have her as a married couple seemed like a lifetime ago. And having her when they were still teens another farther lifetime ago.  


When was the last time the gettin got good between them? When did he get a chance to have her in his lap again, hearing her call him “Big daddy” like she used to? What happened to those days? Those nights?


Pete grumped to himself, thinking that the love in their marriage just lost its heat. No sex, no kissing. Hell, not even any early morning hugs before either of them went to work. 


Their marriage was dead in the water and the winds had died down in their sails. 


Pete imagined Peg and him being lovey dovey again. Her sweet smile as she dropped to her knees. Worshiping his crotch and praising him as the king he sees himself as. The most beautiful woman in all the lands graces him with anything he’d want. One memory that ticked Pete’s ego was the one time he ever managed to convince Peg to wear a collar he got with her name on it. It wasn’t anything special but it was his birthday.


That whole night. Pete rocked her world. Even as cold as she treats him now,  Pete will never forget the night he got her to call him “big daddy” as he pounded the life out of her before stuffing it right back in. He was convinced that was the night PJ was conceived and boy did he like to tease her over it. 


Just remembering that night has already got the big cat’s member twitching back to life, poking through the bedsheets and raring to go. Part of him wanted to try his chance at some make up ex but the other part didn’t like the idea of dressing up as a woman and applying makeup side by side with his wife if she really meant taking care of him in a more… Violent manor.


With a heavy sigh, Pete closed his eyes. Using what little self control he has, he willed his erection away and went to sleep. 


‘Hooboy, it’s gonna be a loooong week…’




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When Pete thought it was going to be a long week, he didn’t know what he was gonna get himself into. Day in and day out. He was out of the house doing chores and getting stuff ready for on reason or another by his slave driver of a wife. 


He had to cook out three different nights for her real estate job to make it out to be a nice home. He had to help repaint and fix up a few minor issues in the home, for free nonetheless! Sacrificing his Wednesday hot wing night to go to Pistol’s dance recital since Peg had gone four times in a row and needed a night to rest from selling off a few homes and negotiation and all that nonsense with paperwork. 


It. Was. Hell. 


Hearing the same song on repeat while a bunch of moms harassed and talked to him about the history of dancing. Worst yet, his little Pistol was watching him at all times so the big cat couldn’t even fake falling asleep. Smile and wave, smile and wave as his ears were chewed off by these conniving clucking hens. The worst of the worst however, was Thursday.


Pete had to drive all across town and pick up her clothes, drop her car off to be shined, check their checking account, meet with her old school friends. Play the good husband. He knew the men looking at him were thinking of him. Weak. Small. Being pushed around by his wife and just taking it all with a soldered on smile. 


It was humiliating. 


Almost as bad as when he fumbled the ball during the big game back in highschool. 


        “Nice to meet you Mr.Pete!”


        “Oh man, I remember that fumble! I never cracked up so hard!”


        “Man does time fly! Living all comfy with the wife, huh?”


His face flushed and red. Pete dealt with it until he finally got in bed and was ready to pass out.


        “Oh good, you’re going to bed early. Yeah, you need to drop off Max and PJ to school tomorrow. So, get up bright and early!” Peg gave her man a kiss on the cheek before patting his head like she would Chainsaw, their pet dog. 


        Pete ran his hand down his face before it jiggled back into place. ‘Why me…?”




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Thursday morning, 7:47A.M


After downing a huge cup of coffee, the “man” of the house pulled himself together as best as he could. He wanted to just go and drop them off in his pajamas but Peg insisted that he get dressed like a proper adult. He thought she must have some more big things she wants him to do once he’s back home and gets back with her “date” with Goofy, as she playfully. 


It was like she was taunting him with the idea of going out with another guy! AND GOOFY AT THAT! 


As he sat in the car waiting for the boys to get in, he grumbled to himself, thinking about his life and just how whipped he’s been. Not just this week but for years now. Whenever Peg got angry, he’d turn into a little pussy cat and do whatever she wanted. Clean this. Pick that up. Get out of the basement and stip messing around with his trains.


But what the hell could he do? She makes more money than him, she can do or say whatever the hell she wants basically. He could as well! When she’s at work or just out of the house and all.. But still…!


        “Sorry for the long wait dad! Had to copy Max’s notes for a test!” PJ hopped into the front seat as Max jumps into the open window in the back.


        “Sorry ‘bout that Mr.P! Mrs.McPacker is murder when it comes to her tests! PJ and I had to study like ten pages of notes to be safe! We’ll be out of your hair soon enough!”


        “Yeah yeah…” Pete just shrugged off the boys as he drove them to school. ‘What am I doing?’ he asked himself on the drive as the boys talked between each other. ‘Marriage is kaput, balls aching and I’m probably gonna be moving around all day again… Poor ol’ Pete…” 


The drive felt short as they finally got to the school. 


Pete wanted to just go home and go back to sleep and watch TV. 


With a tired look on his face, he watched the boys leave and head towards the front entrance. 
PJ met up with some kid with a mohawk while the Goof kid went up to-to-to-


Max walked up to this young dog girl. A girl that stunned the older man into near silence. 


Full legs leading up to a black long skirt. A forest green blouse trying to hide a pair of melons that he knew would beat out Pegs in a few years time. An adorable button nose, bouncy fluffy orange hair that looked as soft and fluffy as a marshmallow. Big cute dark doe eyes with a little beauty mark under her left eye. He couldn’t get a good look at her ass but the older cat knew damn well she’s probably packing something good.


The memory of his wife in her prime disappeared in his mind, replaced with this young beauty talking to the Goof jr. 


Speaking of which, he wanted the pair like a hawk. Max looked so nervous and scared to say something, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down as the new girl kept sliding a stray hair behind her cute ears. Pete could tell the two of them had a thing for one another but weren’t acting on their feelings.


        ‘Consarn it!’ Pete metnally cursed out Max. ‘There you go getting a younger cute thing and you’re stumbling around like a man what lost his shoes on wet pavement!’ 


        “Hey dad, thanks for not leaving, I nearly left notes behind!” PJ came back to the car, quickly picking up some loose pages off the car floor. 


        “Yeah…” Pete barely paid any attention to his son as he watched the two love birds continue talking before awkwardly walking their separate ways. “Say son, who’s that girl Max is talking to?” 


PJ leaned forward to whisper. “That’s Roxanne! Max’s got a MAJOR crush on her but he’s having a hard time getting the words out, you know? Oh! Don’t tell him or his dad I told you about’em, okay?”


“PJ! Come on, we got three minutes before Mrs.McPacker locks the door and fails us!!”


“Oh jip! Yeah gotta go! Loveyadadbye!”


The boys ran off, leaving the cat sneering and smiling as he drove off from the school grounds. He let out a bellowing laugh, knowing no one would know or even hear him as he drove in the streets. Despite not being the brightest man in town, Pete knew how to be a conniving snake and play people. He already has a plan brewing in the old noggin on how to get closer to such a beautiful little filly like Roxanne.


        “Ohh don’t you worry PJ. Mum’s the word. Hehehehehe! Mum’s the word…”




About an hour
Just like Pete thought, Peg had him running around doing a bunch of other small chores. Thankfully nothing as bad as the week prior but he wasn’t gonna let that stop him. After filling his gas up and cramming all the groceries he could into his car, Pete went to drop everything off back home and come pick up Max and PJ from school.


Hell, he didn’t even realize how long he’s been outside until wifey decided to call him on the home phone and ask him to pick up Max and PJ in an hour. 


Instead of giving her lip or grumbling, the fat cat simply allowed himself to be ordered around by his wife for the first time in a while. If anything, he might be able to have a chance to meet up with that cute girl. The only hard part was finding a way to get Max and PJ off his back.


        “Hey dad, sorry but Max and I are gonna hang with Bobby! He’s got a friend at the junk yard and we’re gonna go smashing! Let mom and Mr.Goof know we’ll be coming home a little late!”


        “Thanks Mr.Pete!” 


Pete couldn’t stop thanking his lucky stars! Was it lady luck being kind to him for having to put up with that insufferable Goof for all these years? Was it really?!


Pete watched the boys jump into the back of an old junker pick up truck with a kid and his dad, both sporting mohawks and shady lookin’ shades. There wasn’t anyone else around as far as he could see. That was until he spied the same young girl from this morning. Roxanne.


Pete turned his car around to follow her slowly. He didn’t want to scare her. He could tell she was down in the dumps and wanted some alone time. But what could be better for a girl than some friendly advice from the friend of her crush's father? Taking a moment to compose himself and hide his smile, he put on a faux worried look on his face as he drove up beside her, rolling the window down.


        “Scuse me, miss?” She jumped from hearing the unknown voice. “I’m sorry to bother you but you look down. Is everything alright? Someone not hurting you are they?”


        “Uh, no no sir. I’m just walking home…” She looked down at the ground, kicking a rock that was close by. 


        ‘Okay, here goes!’ Pete made a curious look on his face as he looked her in the face. “Roxanne, right?” Once again, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. “I ‘member Max bringing up your name and I think I might-a saw you this morning as I dropped them off.”


Instantly, she brightened up and relaxed as she realized the stranger knew her crush. 


        “You know Max?” 


        “Ohh you better believe I do. Partially his uncle! I’m an old friend of his dad’s and we’re… Neighbors. Known’em since he was just a little eleven year old squirt!” Pete lowered his hand to his waste, letting out a big laugh. ‘Got here right where I want her.’


        “So… You’ve known him for quite a while, huh?” She brushed her hair behind her ear, just like this morning.


        “Yup and I can tell you’re sad about not being all direct with him about how you feel?”


Pete had to stop himself from laughing when she stumbled from the abrupt statement. Her face flushed red. 


        “Ain’t no use in lying about it. I’ve been around the block a few times and got me a wife, see? I may not look it now but I was a teenager myself. And I can tell when a gi-I mean young lady is interested in another feller.” Pete pulled out his wallet to show her his family. A newly born Pistol being held by PJ as Peg and Pete hugged each other, smiling. “Pardon me for being forward on this but I can maybe help you out.”


The friendly pooch looked a little overwhelmed but… Curious. 


        “Well… How do I get him to notice me more? Or well to say he… Like me?”


        ‘Jackpot.’ She’s a smart one but he’s more conniving with over decades of experience on her, easily. 


        “Well you see.” Pete had taken off his seatbelt to move closer to the window. “You gotta be STRONG. Make him see you’re interested. You,” He pointed at her, smiling. “Got the looks down pat. But if you wanna get that kid to say it, you gotta impress him. Do something he likes and show how good you are at it! You know he loves skating? Biking, skateboards, scooters; he loves the stuff! Try out that and he’ll be putty in yur hands!”


Pete bellowed out in laughter again, both at the advice he’s spewing out and thinking of how well it’s going. Roxanne couldn’t quite put it together but something about all this felt… Comforting? Here she is talking to a man old enough to be her dad and he’s chatting her up without a care in the world or any kind of hesitation. Plus while he’s kinda gruff looking, he reminds her a lot of her dad. Big and scary on the outside but probably the biggest sweetest man on the inside. Her dad never steered her wrong so why would the dad of his friend’s crush?


        “You make a lot of good points. Yeah, I-I think I’ll try it! Thank you so much Mr…” she gasped. “Oh my goodness, I never even asked for your name!”


        “Ah, it’s alright darlin’! The name’s Pete! Peter Pete Sr. but please, just call me Pete if ya want!”


        “O-oh! Okay, Mr.Pete! Thanks again for the advice! I’ll follow through with it!”


With that, Roxxane continued down her path, an extra bounce in her step right as Pete sped off past her. He checked her out, seeing her wave in his rear view mirror and waving back. He laughed as he thought about how things could go. Just one little mistake on her end. Just one tiny one and it’ll mean he’s got a whole opportunity awaiting for him. Just gotta wait it out.


Was he worried about her talking about him? Not at all. A girl’s got her secrets and all that.


All he has to do is play the waiting game now.




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Three days later, 5:50PM


Three days of waiting paid off without missing a beat.


Thanks to asking about her, PJ was updating his dear old dad with some guy talk. Roxanne ended up asking to join the two of them and try to skateboard in front of Max. PJ was so excited but kept his mouth shut about it to his mother. 


        ‘That’s ma boy!’ Pete proudly proclaimed.


On the night of them going, he knew where to go. He followed the duo to their favorite skatepark and watched the disaster unfold. Telling Peg ahead of time that he’d be hanging out with some old buddies before leaving town.


She looked so nervous and what he expected to happen happened. 


She tried to pull off a trick and ended up failing. Again. And again. And again. In front of so many skater boys and Max that it was simply too much for the cute pooch. She three off her safety gear and helmet and ran off. Max tried to follow her but quickly lost track of her among the crowd. 


Show time. 


Pete drove up to where he saw the poor girl walking off alone in the setting sun. He took a deep breath and let it out, composing himself for his best acting.


        “Roxanne?”


She turned to the familiar site of Pete driving up to her, a worried look on his face. She tried to straighten herself out but she couldn’t hide the sad look on her face. Pete stopped the car as she looked ready to burst into tears. Without saying a word, he opened the door and gestured for her to come in to drive her home. 


The ride was quiet for a minute before he spoke up again.


        “I see der you had a rough time. Scrapes and bruises. You get into a fight?”


        “No…” She muttered. “I tried to do what you said but…” She crossed her arms, trying and failing to hide her scratches. “It was so bad! And I couldn’t do anything thing right and-”


        “Shhh…” He hushed her gently. Pete took the chance to pull the car up the side of the road, keeping the low light inside and just let the moon and street lights do all the work for the mood. The road they’re on is known for being deserted during the late hours. “Everything’s okay now. Everything’s okay…”


That’s when she finally gave in. Roxanne practically threw herself into the older man's arms, finding comfort in his grasp. He reminded her so much of her father. Big. Strong. The subtle smell of some of his favorite foods, the slight smell of charcoal from cooking outside. She loves her daddy so much and how he’d comfort her whenever she was upset like this. She sank into his chest, feeling the stout fat as a welcome reprieve that calmed her down.


The way he stroked her back. The relaxing smells that filled the car.


        “It’s okay. Don’t let what happened get you down. You’re a beautiful, young lady with a strong head on her shoulders. So you made one mistake. Big whoop! You’re young. The best thing about being young is making all the mistakes you want. You still got time to fix’em and get past’em!” Internally, Pete was glad he remembered some of the nonsense Peg would spew out to him from one of those parenting books she read a year or two back. “Sides’ you’re a gorgeous young women


Roxanne whipped away her tears and pulled away with his big hands on her shoulders. A smile began to creep on her lips again.


        “There’s a smile!” She giggled, feeling a lot more positive from the pep talk.


From there, Pete moved his hand down her arm and slyly made his way down to her hip and thigh. She didn’t pull away or jolt. Just friendly touches from a friendly face. Pete joined in her giggles, infecting her with more laughter. The atmosphere felt so calm. Cheerful even. To Roxanne, it was like she was talking to another version of her dad. Bigger. Older. So wise…


        “Maybe for now, you should forget about worrying over boys…” He trailed off, continuing to massage her thigh, a big grin spreading across his face.


Roxanne didn’t understand how it suddenly happened. Before she knew it, the man who comforted her, who cheered her up did the unthinkable. 


Pete pushed himself onto the vulnerable girl, kissing her in one fell swoop.


End of Part 1