Val and Cake

“Cake! Wake up and get down here! It’s Christmas!”
The pink butter had already been sitting up in bed and when he heard Val calling, he flipped back the covers, revealing the red and green onesie. Speaking of the onesie, it was on sale and fit the 4’4 butter perfectly… and Val told Cake that it showed off his butt. 
	Down the stairs and to the left and he was standing before the tree and his girlfriend, the cat on her knees, sitting among the presents, a smile across her muzzle, “We gonna open these? It’s almost dark already.”
	“Hold your horses Val, it’s only three in the afternoon, you’re lucky I’m up this early, I was up till five AM watching stupid videos.”
	“Well, whose fault is that, buddy?”
	“Oh hush, let’s just open these and get back in the nice bed.”
	“Oh no you don’t, we’re at least playing with a few of them.”
	The butter gave a grumble and sat down beside her, then leaned to grab the nearest present labeled to give to Val. A few minutes later, there was an “Aww!” and a loving hug from his girlfriend after she’d opened a new pair of fuzzy duckling slippers that quack when you walk. “Now, for your present, ya little pink cutey.”
	A blush came to Cake’s face at that, but was interrupted with a red wrapped oblong box. Little claws tore into the paper eagerly, exposing an electric green equine toy, with a strap on harness… “Oh.. Oh my… That’s supposed to go inside you?”
	The Cat giggled loudly, grinning from ear to ear, “Nope, it goes in you!”
	The butter gave a little gulp, but slowly nodded and handed over her gift, a pretty little bedazzled picture frame of them on a date. “So, did I get you a bunch of sappy stuff, and you just got me sex toys? ‘Cause I’m okay with that.”
	A quick pinch under his tail answered his question, the next gift ended up being a large buttplug, with a glittery string as a pull cord. Then there was his gift to her again, a home spa kit, with little water beads and a foot massager. Back to him, anal beads! By the end, he had a sizable pile of sex toys around him, and was more than a little worked up, the crotch of his onesie damp and even wetting the carpet below.
	“It looks like someone’s excited to play with their presents! Come on upstairs and I’ll get the rubber sheets, so we don’t make a mess of the bed.”
	The butter blushed ever deeper, and then stepped into the bathroom to peel off his rather sticky onesie, exposing himself to the mirror, those puffy folds covered in matted, wet pubic fluff. A sigh escaped the cuntboy as he reached for the brush and began to make himself at least a little bit more presentable for his girl. “Oh lord….”
	Hanging on the shower rod was a little red harness with fake bells on it and everything. To Cake, it appeared like Val was simply going out of her way to make him look girly and silly. Of course, Cake didn’t seem to mind, despite the blushing, it was part of the reason he was so wet.
	When he finally made it into the bedroom, his nicely groomed fur was yet again matted and tangled from the moisture accumulating between his legs. On the bed was his girl, completely stripped except for the belt for the strap on, which was laying nearby, on the bed side table, in the open portion where the toy was supposed to lock in, there was a perfect view of the feline’s tender folds, the tip of one of her fingers gingerly circling around and around on her clitoris, teasing herself in front of the butter.
	Without much further coaxing, Cake pulled himself up onto the bed, pressing his little muzzle between the cat’s legs and blowing a hot breath over the pink, rippling lips lightly. The tingle that that sent through her encouraged him to press closer, his rough little tongue slipping out to slowly spread her open, eliciting a low moan from her lips as she moved to do the same, even blowing on him first.
	A cute and rather girly squeak escaped from the pink creature’s mouth when the scraping feline tongue worked its way up into him, tickling over his inner walls with skill, a gush of his juice splashing over her nose and lips. “We better stop or we’re gonna be all tuckered out before you even get to try out all your new toys!”
	“I guess you’re right.”
	The hybrid sighed, pulling back and moving onto all fours, that thick rudder tail raising up and to the side, showing off all that he had to offer, the drooling cunny quivering at the light breeze wafting over it, the puckered ring of his tailhole clenching up from the same breeze. Before the muscled star was able to relax again, a plastic nozzle jabbed right at the center, splitting it open a tiny bit and quickly giving a long squirt of ice cold fluid right up into his guts, forcing the butter squeal and fall forward, face first into a pillow. It took him nearly a minute before he was able to start lifting off the pillow again to complain, the slowly warming liquid trickling slowly down out of him, Val pressed the flare of the equine toy against the poor boy’s puffy hole, twisting to spread the lubricant all over before jabbing forward and stretching that tender ring open around the first two inches of the toy.
	Every time that the cunt boy was about to say something, the cat would press forward, sinking that massive toy down deeper into his guts, forcing a splash of feminine juices to rain down against his inner thighs and onto the rubber sheets below. At about 9 inches, she stopped, and began to slowly pull it backwards, dragging that latex flare down his walls, causing his toes to curl and a low moan to escape him into the pillow.
	With a loud “Plop!” the cockhead popped from the butter’s somewhat gaped hind end with a little stream of lube, which trickled down over his needy snatch and down onto the bed. “Finally, just let me catch my breath, I’m… Gah!” 
	Before he’d had time to finish his sentence Val had already started jamming that large plug into him, spreading him even more and trapping the remaining lube inside him behind that swollen knot. Without missing a beat, the cat locked the toy into place on the strap harness, the base slipping up inside of her, a little tube inside letting her juices leak from the tip like precum. 
	Before the smaller critter can look back, that slippery latex head plunged into his feminine folds, stretching him near to his limit. She didn’t even slow down until the medial ring of the toy was resting at his lips. Low gasps escaped the butter as he tried to catch his breath, pussy clenching and spasming as he attempted to stave off his inevitable climax, already able to hear the strained panting from Val, the base of the toy gently vibrating inside of her, as her juices flowed deep into Cake’s depths. 
	Her hips drew back slowly, all the way to the cock tip, with the back of the flare straining his lips outwards, very nearly slipping free before she slowly rocked forward, sinking an inch or two into him, then retreating half an inch, then pressing forward again, starting a little pattern to her fucking. The second she reached the medial ring again, she quickly tugged all the way back again and started up with the jerky pounding once more.
	This time, when she bottomed out in the hybrid though, she let a grunting moan, hips jerking instinctively as her orgasm was forced through the cum tube in long spurts, spritzing the butter’s womb with her feminine seed, setting the small cunt boy off, his lips clamping down like a vice around the toy in rhythmic pulses as his own load sprayed out around the massive toy, soaking his inner legs and mixing with the puddle below.
	With almost no warning, Val collapsed forward on top of Cake, pressing him down into his own mess, “We’ll shower later, now cuddle me you little pinky, Merry Christmas.”

The End