There’s always that prime vibe to a coffee shop. Not pure quiet, not crowded. This one had hissing from steamers and through clenched teeth, the hum of heaters and the whimpers of girls. Katie eagerly awaited her order, watching the uncomfortable looking white-furred feline girl kneeling over the grinding machine. The worker’s discomfort came from the shop’s proud gimmick of ‘womb-brewed’ coffee. And everyone knows the best coffee is brewed right after grinding. As the slight rounding out of the cat’s navel vibrated and shifted, a crackling whirr inside, it was quite obvious that the coffee was womb-ground too.

A pro at holding in the yelps and yips of the spinning burrs swirling inside her uterus, the ‘barista’ squeezed their feline face into a grimace and stared at the ceiling. Huffs and groans, before the pitched rumble inside her died down. Vagina still spread over the apparatus spearing her cervix, the feline braced for the next part as the grinder’s teeth folded up and retracted. With nothing but high quality womb-infused coffee grounds in her sacred core, it was time to brew. The tubes leading to either side of the formerly bulged uterus filled with clear fluid, the hot water being fed in through the IV ports using her fallopian tubes as input.

Only a little squeal as the boiling water filled her insides, heavy breathing was all she could do until the coffee was ready. Then it was time to drain, filters in the device spreading that cunt wide, piped down into a cup ready for Katie to grab. The fit jackal woman eagerly snatched it when full, bringing it to her snout to get a big whiff of the fresh bean juice, with the faint hints of other ‘juices’ too. With a quick thanks to the womb used to brew it, it was off to the small station to add cream and sugar. Once perfected, Katie took the vessel of liquid gold to a nearby table with a similar looking jackal, though older.

“Ah, I’m telling you mom. Nothing beats coffee from a pussy. Hits different.” Katie said, fully relaxing into her chair at the first full sip. Adorned in a cute crop top and some tight leggings, the black furred woman sighed deeply. Figure firm with yoga and runs, a healthy C-cup chest making for a nice golden-ratio body. Across sat a genuine MILF-ified version of her, long flowing hair, gentle and subtle makeup, plush curves that filled out a pleasant dress with a jacket overtop. 

Jingling large earring as the mother gave a faint nod. “I have to agree. Can’t believe I was missing out on this place. Thanks for introducing me. But, I’m here to see you, not sluts getting their wombs used. How’s my baby girl?” Asked the parent with a doting warmth, smile broad and genuine.

Katie couldn’t help but match it. “Good, good. Nothing has really happened since our last talk. Settling in after the move, all that.”

“No news is good news, hun.” Sagely said the older woman. “Well, how’s life? I know what’s going on, but so little detail! I have to ask how your new husband is! Sorry I couldn’t stay for the entire wedding, I wish I had spent more time getting to know him, but duty calls too often sadly. Still, what an adorable sergal! I’m glad you took my advice and went for a girly boi this time.”

The thinner jackal relished a deep sip, ears firmly high. “Don’t apologize mom, you were there for the important part, I know how busy you are. The fact you could come out here today means a lot. But! Oooh, he is just the sweetest! Cooks, cleans, super polite. Well, when he’s not busy with work anyways. Only works four days a week, but long hours for them. Don’t have anything to worry about financially, thankfully.”

A delighted giggle, “I know the marriage was rather fast, but that was a nice ceremony, thanks for sending me the photos! Still, I half expected him to be doing it just because he knocked you up or something, considering how quickly it all happened. Glad to see there’s a polite man for you after your obsession with brutes through high school.”

Tossing a hand with an amused smile, “Pfft, no pregnancy here. He’s rich enough he would either not care about me at all, or would be able to bankroll an abortion. But, that wouldn’t have happened at all considering we’ve never done the deed. Regardless, it was just classic love at first sight. Meet at this very coffee shop even! Just started talking about coffee, then other hobbies- Oh! Did I tell you he does yoga too? It’s sooo nice to be able to-”

The mature canine held a hand up, a rather surprised look on her face. “Wait. You’ve… never had sex? I mean, power to you, but… you must be so pent up. You had boys over every other night growing up, and now…?”

A slightly embarrassed huff as the younger woman leaned back and rolled her neck a bit. “I still masturbate mom, it’s not chastity or anything. He just has his preferences.”

“Fair, but since when did a husband’s preferences not include his wife?”

Setting her coffee down and hunching over the table on her elbows, Katie gave a low “Welllll…” Pausing for a moment, before sighing. “It’s just… He’s really into snuff. Like, ONLY into it. Exclusively fucks dead bodies. He just… can’t get it up with living people.”

The mother shared the pause before gently shaking her head and taking a sip of her own coffee. “I swear, there’s always something with guys.”

Giggling, “I know, I know, but he’s literally perfect otherwise. He’s got a snuff license that he uses often, so he takes care of his own ‘needs’. He’s worth it. He’s a real partner for me, not just a dick. It’s a nice change of pace honestly, having someone that actually meshes with me, instead of just fitting nicely in my pussy.”

“Well, as long as you’re happy, I can’t judge. He doesn’t like… do it in front of you, does he?”

“No, not at all. At least, he doesn’t, ah, ‘snuff’ in front of me. I’ll come home to him playing with his… fuckmeat, as he calls them. But I can just go to a different room. Speaking of, I need to order better headphones…”

Another sage sip from the mother. “That’s nice. Think he’ll ever get with you though? Still need to consummate the marriage. Or give me grand-kiiiids~?” The mature woman said while slowly leaning forward with a twinkle in her eyes.

A bemused huff from the late-twenties jackal. “Doubtful. I’ve tried, and it’s not like he’s saying no to be rude. We tried some sleeping pills to knock me out, but he just couldn’t get into it. I’m not gonna make him do something he doesn’t like. Still… he’s fucking HUNG. Kinda sad it’s not on the table, but sex isn’t everything. I can go visit some clubs if I really need to get some action.”

“How’s the job by the way?”

Tall pointy ears perking, Katie began spinning off onto the tangent.

—

“I’m home, Parin~! Are you-“ The jackal abruptly went silent as she heard a frantic *THUD THUD THUD* coming from the master bedroom. Katie quickly shed her shoes and coat, softly treading up the stairs to see what was up. As if she didn’t already have an idea, shaking her head slightly. The loud impacts only grew in volume as she neared their room, traces of wet sloppy noises and meaty whaps being added with every step until she cracked open the door.

The man she married was the cutest sergal she had ever seen. Taller than her, but lithe, shockingly curvy with a thin waist. Closer to femboy than twink, but still undoubtedly male. Parin was ever proud and comfortable to break the mold of masculinity. He wore stockings every chance he could with a little lacy choker, painted nails and the occasional day in a skirt. A deep dark brownish-orange made up his fur tone that wasn't the usual ivory secondary, groomed and pretty. On their big bed, her husband had a barely-out-her-teens doberman girl on her back, fit ass bouncing on his kneeling lap. All while the stocking wearing sergal was railing the poor thing like she was a cheap sex doll. And honestly, she was at that point.

The punk-haired dog girl’s face was completely slack, eyes slightly rolled up and distantly glazed, head rocking on every bed frame rattling plap. Of course, all that detail was under the thin layer of plastic coating a pale face drained of color, a thin Snuff-Wrap(tm) snug around her entire skull. Katie knew her husband's preferred execution method well, that condom-like rubber sealing off the poor girl’s face from the outside world. Maw agape, the tight latex sucking into the open mouth even still, a remnant of the last gasp.

Back mostly straight, hands holding the doberman's lower back to arch her middle, perfectly showcasing the massive cock-shaped tent bulging out the dobie girl’s bruised middle. It was pretty clear his length needed to use her womb to the fullest, and then some. Of course Katie would find the one cute boy boasting a footlong only for him to be a necrophile. Each powerful thrust was enough to rock the bed frame, and the slack dog’s body. The headboard smacked the wall over and over, the impacts echoing through the room, along with the slosh and squish of his meat drilling through a battered uterus.

Parin himself was a treat, sweaty and moaning cutely, but otherwise composed. A combination of rolling his hips and hefting the corpse like a large fleshlight let him hammer the perfectly slack sex while watching the latex-coated face staring at nothing. Just mere moments after Katie slipped in, Parin's eyes closed and his head tilted back a bit, the orangish sergal blissfully slamming deep inside and letting out a pitched sigh. That oblong bulge in the young body’s middle twitched, the entire belly rounding slightly with every pulse of the cock shifting under the bruised skin. The sergal’s form tensed fully, muscles going taut with every throb within the cooling form, before a complete relaxation and gentle exhale.

After a few deep breaths, he leaned over the dead bitch and kissed the plastic covering her face. "And you said you weren't a whore. Look at you now, CUNT.” His voice was muted and soft, until the tone dripped with emphasis for that last word. His posture shifted as he leaned over the body he held, releasing the back and instead grabbing the wrapped face to direct their gazes to meet. Blissed out eyes met glassy distant ones.

A pleasant sigh, another kiss to the wrapped victim's head. A loving smile, a caressing thumb rubbing over the rubber that trapped tear streaks. “This is what you really are. Holes. Just meat to fuck, a toy for me.” Words of malice and cruelty, yet spoken gently and tender. Yet every syllable was punctuated with a rough slap to the poor canine's face “Utterly worthless. Like all you pathetic sluts. I’m glad I got you young. Showed your your true purpose in your prime.”

The sergal's voice was soft and loving as he gently ran a clawed hand over the girl's face, admiring the way the wrap clung tight and smooth over the still-open mouth. "Oh, but now? Now you have worth. You were meant to be used, and I will fulfill that. I’ll treat you right, fuckmeat. I’ll pump so much cum into you, I’ll ruin your holes, fill you to the brim with my seed and waste. I will use you to the fullest before dropping you into the dumpster.” With that, the sergal rolled his hips one more time before popping out, a thick gush of cum pouring out of the defiled opening, a twinge of red mixing in the fluids. With a deep breath and a final look over the mess he had made, Parin began wiping his shaft off on the doberman's thigh fur. “Believe me now, whore? When I say you’re disposable in every wa-“

From the doorway, Katie gave an awkward cough, not able to look her husband in the eyes.

The sergal's ears perked, angular snout sharply turning to look at where his wife’s voice came from. Expression quickly switching from calm pleasure, to shock, before ending in giddy warmth. In a cheery sing-song, the orange-brown boy beamed. “Katieee~! Welcome home! Sorry I didn't come greet you, got kinda caught up in plowing this fuckmeat’s tight cunt. Well, formerly tight. Saw this stuck up freshman bitch from the local college taking two seats on the bus and had to have her.” Though still bearing a bright demeanor, his features wilted, and words were softer, concerned, eyes self-consciously cast away. "You, uh... I hope you weren't there long. I know you don't like seeing me put fuckmeat in their place.”

She gave a halfhearted smile, finally able to meet his gaze. "No, no. I just got here. Don't worry.” An awkward pause before she shook her head. Time for some smalltalk to ease the mood and help her forget what Parin said to the poor corpse. “Well… did you have fun?"

A truly joyous smile from the sergal. “She struggled at first, but it was easy to shut her up. Then she was just a dead womb for me to sink into and hammer away at." A content sigh from the sergal, looking back to the lifeless canine with a loving gaze. “Her ass is going to feel so good tonight~”

The dark furred jackal cast a weary look over to the dead body's bruised belly where Parin's cock had been battering it from within. A faint smile as she met the boy's eyes, taking a calming breath. "You really go to town on them."

The sergal gave a little chuckle, finishing wiping himself off with the girl's leg fur before standing up and hopping off the bed. A stretch to his lanky form, soft with a little bit of curves around his hips, before he shuffled over to his wife in just those adorable stockings and choker. "I doooo~" He said quietly, a little shy now, but still his playful self. “It’s okay, I know you saw more than you wanted. I’m sorry you had to see that.” He gently set his hands on her shoulders, looking down at the jackal with his height, brows lowered in sympathy. “Should I start locking the door? You always seem to come in while I’m using these cunts for all they’re worth. And…”

Inhaling and steeling herself, Katie flashed a grin, giving a quick hug to the cute boy and kissing him on the nose. "Don't worry about it. I know you have urges." Gently running her hand down the sergal's smooth fur, she gave a gentle pat on his butt. "Go on, get cleaned up. You can make it up to me with a nice home cooked dinner.” With a chipper giggle, Parin turned and sauntered off to the bathroom, ass swaying a little in the stockings. “And wear the skirt I got you!” She called to the boy as his tail vanished through the doorway. Crossing her arms, she did her best to ignore the worn body on the bed, tapping her fingers with unwilling anxiety. 

There was something gripping her heart under all this, nerves, surely. She couldn’t be afraid of her own husband, right? And certainly not into, well… Her eyes cast to the unmoving doberman, and perhaps lingered too long. A sigh, shaking her head. No, she wasn’t into it. But she could learn to tolerate it, for him. Just like growing up with a brother into watersports, she could chug a bladder just as well as she could help Parin have his fun.

—

When Katie next saw her husband, he smelled of lush lavender, fur freshly washed and clearly right out of the shower. He held sheets in his hands, their stained bundle contrasting the fresh sheen of his groomed pelt. "Hey hun, already bathed the fuckmeat while I was in the shower. Just need to take care of the sheets then I can start dinner."

Peeking up from her book, the dark jackal was smitten with Parin's choice of black-orange striped stockings, a tight v-neck, and the deep purple miniskirt she bought him. Of course his sizable balls hung in the open below the short hem, making Katie flush a little bit with her smile. "Oh, no worries. Ooh! Wow, that skirt looks even better than I though on you!”

"I love it!" Came the bright response as Parin gave a playful strut and shake to his rear as he made his way to the laundry room. His voice echoed from around the hall as the little jingle of the washer booting up sounded. "It's so short it doesn't even hide my ass. I can hear my balls slapping around in the open~!"

Katie had to let out a little chuckle. She did like when guys had confidence, and her husband was certainly that. A little too much in some regards. A little too excited to murder. But, who was she to judge? Can't a man have hobbies and preferences?

The jackal was drawn from her thoughts as Parin bounced his way into the living room, plopping down beside her and snuggling up, wrapping an arm around her. She was quick to respond, setting her book aside and giving the cuddling sergal a tight hug. "So, what's for dinner?"

"Hmm, thinking about grilling those breasts. Been in the fridge a while, and we can’t let those double D’s go to waste. Could make some burgers out of them or something?”

“That sounds lovely, hun.”

“Wanna help or stay comfy?”

“I’m going to stay comfy, Parin.” Katie said with a little nuzzle to the sergal.

"Okaaaay~" The orangish sergal replied in a sing-song manner before planting a few kisses along Katie's neck and standing back up. The miniskirt barely covered the sergal's bare sheath, much less the plump man-butt. Katie watched, of course. She did love her husband's ass. It was strange to be so infatuated with someone who had nearly no sexual feelings towards her. At least, not while she breathed. Still, there was a spark of jealousy every time he had a body to use. It was on these few nights where she felt his attention for her fell to the wayside.

—

The doberman almost looked like she was sleeping, if someone could sleep with a bag over their entire head. Or face down into a puffy pillow that could smother their entire face. Covers pulled back, the body was belly down on the bed in a resting position, round ass currently being kneaded by one of Parin’s palms while he sat on the bed’s edge. Legs hanging off, fully nude this time, no stockings or choker. The orange-brown sergal looked worried as he regarded his wife, standing in her sleepwear with arms crossed and subtly sour expression.

“Katie, please.” The soft boy said, looking up to her eyes with wilted ears. “I’m not going to just outright kick you out of our own bed. I won’t stop you sleeping with me. But I think it’s for the best if you sleep on the couch like we agreed when I have fuckmeat. It's going to be bouncy, noisy, and pretty sweaty under those covers with me.” The sergal parted the corpse’s ass with the cheek he gripped, showing the blown out pussy and a rather normal looking anus. “I wrecked her cunt already, now I do the same to her ass overnight.”

Venting her lungs in a her own faint unsureness, the jackal woman stood her ground. “I’m staying. I just… Look, I get your reasoning, I know you’re looking out for me, but I’ve never been in bed with you while you use your fuckmeat for the night. At least let me see what’s it like? Maybe I’m a heavy sleeper, and we don’t need the couch. Maybe I really do need the couch? I can’t say for sure, and I feel neglected just being punted out of my own bed for a night almost every week.”

Nodding, downcast, Parin agreed. “I understand. Well, come to bed then honey. I just need to lube up and I’ll be turning the lights out.” Taking his hand off the cold canine’s butt, he slid off the mattress’s edge to his articulated paws and reached for the nightstand. Katie took a silent victory and calmly clambered on the bed, lying on the side not occupied by a dead body. Dropping her head onto the cozy pillow and they promptly turning to face the wall in a combination to give her man the cold shoulder and to avoid having to look at the face-down dobie girl permanently unmoving. A faint grating as the nightstand’s shelf was pulled out, a sharp click as a bottle’s cap opened, a faint bubbly squirt. 

The little clap as Parin’s palms met and then rubbed the cool gel around, before landing on his shaft. Ugh, of course he needed both hands for that monster. Damnit, why couldn’t he fuck her? Dick that big would feel great! Schlicks of spreading lube, ramping up before ceasing into silence. Then the lights went out, the mattress moved, the frame creaked. Covers pulled up, and not once did she feel him, only the comforter’s warm embrace. Though there was a suspiciously low moan he let out, along with a drawn out wet noise. Then a hearty plap, another moan, then silence again after more shifting.

Katie forced her eyes closed and focused on just being in her own bed with her own husband. She slept pretty good with him when there was no corpse under the blankets with them, so surely this wouldn’t be so bad?

—

It was bad. Parin's rhythmic plaps behind her side-laying form may or may not be related to her involuntary insomnia. It was indeed getting sweltering under the covers, woken by the quite a bit of jostling to the bed frame, and kept awake with the noise. Thrusts, rattles, grunts, groans. For hours. It wasn’t the full tilt raping she knew him to do to these bodies, but it was still intense for such a long amount of time. She could hear the sergal slam balls deep into the doberman and let out a long exhale as the he filled her bowels with seed. One round of many. 

Though Parin whispered, the dark furred jackal heard every word. “Fuuuck, take my cum you worthless BITCH. Yeah, take it. Take it alllll." The sergal exclaimed a little too loudly to be considerate. Slowly rocking his hips back and forth, letting the anal walls caress his sensitive shaft. Then they picked up the pace again. It was going to be a long night.

—

Of course, Katie was the first to wake as the sun began streaming through the window. Still exhausted, feeling like she slept only minutes without realizing she even drifted off. An instinctive morning scowl was on her face, hearing the gentle snoring of her husband beside her. She wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but knew that wouldn't happen, and so with a deep breath, she sat up and blinked away the fog. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, the blur of the room slowly turning into shapes and details, until finally she looked down to see her husband, happily snuggling the corpse like a literal bodypillow. Of course, she knew his hips smushed firmly to the dobie’s ass hid their deep connection.

Smiling for the first time all night, she decided to share her early wakeup with the cause of her exhaustion. With a gentle pat on the sergal's head, she whispered “Time to get up, Parin. I’m going to go make coffee." 

A soft grunt, then Parin simply tightened his grip on the dead girl, cuddling even closer. With a little chuckle, Katie left the room, stretching as she walked through the hall, giving a yawn. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, adjusting a few fur clumps with her claws before heading into the kitchen. When she returned to the master bedroom with two steaming mugs in hand, the sergal was still asleep, clinging atop the unmoving body like a koala. Only the top of his head poked out from under the blanket, sharp ears pointing out. Setting down the cups on the nightstand, Katie gave a gentle shake to her husband's shoulder. "Parin, honey. Wake up."

The orangish sergal let out a loud groan, pushing his face deeper into the pillow as she opened the blinds. "Uugh, I don't wannaaaaa." He whined, before turning his angular head away from the light.

“Up, mister. I brought you coffee.”

"Mmmph, fineeee." The soft boy said with a pouty tone as he pushed himself up, sitting upright. As the heavy comforter shed off the sergal's back, he rubbed his eyes while still locking hips atop the corpse. Sitting on the back of the doberman's thighs, Parin sluggishly slapped the dead girl's ass, those juicy cheeks parted by his impaling pillar of cockmeat. A yawn as he began grinding himself back to a maximum hilting, securing every last millimeter inside the slack rectum. "So comfyyyy..."

Katie sighed, picking up the mugs and handing one over to her husband. "Yes, well, here's your coffee."

"Thanksssss." Parin said in a sleepy tone as he took the cup. He sat there for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the drink and his cockwarmer. The boy paused, a slight shudder preceding a throaty sigh as his head rolled back. "Fuuuuck..." With a content smile, he let out the most blissful sigh she ever heard.

A raised brow from Katie, who simply took a sip from her mug. "What, are you cumming already?"

"Nahhh... pissing." Parin said matter-of-factly, as if he were doing nothing more than commenting on the weather. "Can't you hear it?" He asked, glancing to his wife with a zoned out expression.

"I-... uh..." Katie stammered, her eyes wide, not sure how to respond. She was caught off guard by the nonchalant delivery, then by the fact that she could in fact hear something. It was faint, but it was indeed the sound of muffled sloshing. After a moment, she realized she was hearing her husband urinate inside the corpse. "Uh... yes. I can. You're... pissing in..." She lost her words until only one remained. "Why?"

Parin pat the dobie girl's soft butt encouragingly before sighing. "Honey." Came the soft word as his palm began to knead that round globe, the faint noise of rushing fluid still under it all. A small sip was taken, the sergal smacking his lips. She tried not to think about the urine now pooling in the doberman's guts as he parted those cheeks, showing clearly just how deep he was sheathed into the anus. “It’s the last useful thing a whore like her can do before going to the dump. You haven’t been with me for fuckmeat morning-afters, but a belly full of my piss is always their final sendoff.” The statement was spoken like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Face scrunching slightly, before Katie simply shook her head. She was no stranger to piss thanks to her brother, but going inside a corpse? Just seemed… wrong. Still, wasn’t her place. “Alright, well… just don’t make a mess.”

A low, aloof chuckle from the half-asleep sergal unloading between thick cheeks. “That’s why I’m balls deeeeep~ Heehee, I think I’m pumping right into her stomach.”

A quiet tsk and Katie turned to leave. “Well, come find me when you’re up and about.”

—

The breakfast table was a little awkward that morning, but the food itself was wonderful. The orangish sergal once again pampered her with his culinary skill and talents. When they both finished their plates, the sergal set his utensils down neatly before tapping his claws on the table in thought, casting his eyes to the floor, searching for his words. He certainly had that concerned and sad look, so his next statement was primed for Katie to pay close attention to.

"I kept you up, didn't I?" It came as a soft question, the boy's gaze finally meeting hers, his ears lowered and a frown tugging at his snout. "I'm sorry. I'll take the couch tonight, if you want. Give you some payback."

A deep inhale and slow exhale from Katie, setting her silverware down as well. "No, honey, it's fine. You... well... It's what you enjoy doing. I know that. It's not your fault. I guess I'm just not used to it yet. We'll work around it. Maybe we can start turning the bonus room into a spare bedroom for guests. Or when I need to not be in the bed while you have a body to use." Katie glanced to the living room, keenly ignoring the suspiciously body-shaped black bag sealed around with duct tape slumped on the wall by the front door. "I'll take the couch on those days until then."

"You're sure?" Parin asked with a raised brow, still clearly worried.

"Yeah. I know you love me, Parin. I love you too."

"Thank you..." The sergal replied, his expression brightening considerably, those downturned ears perking up and his tail back to wagging around the table. He reached out and took the woman’s hands in his, smile infectious. "It means a lot to me. How’s your day looking by the way? Got some time around noon to hit the movie theater after I drop the fuckmeat off at the landfill?”

Pulling out her phone, the jackal checked her work calendar. “I miiiight have a gap between meetings then.”

—



Next time couch has little valentines-esque gifts and setup (teddy bear/chocolates/murder mysteries)



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//buys gift
corpse holder
I wanna try it
You'd make such beautiful corpse
I have always wanted you
okay but promise to knock my mom up