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What? That's not what normal bros do? Well, jokes on you! They're Brosexual! Homiesexual! Ugh... they fuck a lot!
Nothing is ever normal in The Realm Between the Pages anyway.

Based on a true story, I really gave assgoredreemurr a run for his money with this one. We edited it live, and I savored all of his sweet, juicy reactions. So delightful.

Anyways, do enjoy another chapter in The Realm Between the Pages.

As always: share with your friends, drop a fav, leave a comment

Best way to read is PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62748475/", "writing": "Just the Right Amount of Margarita\n\n“Aaaand, that’s that.” Barty sat at his desk as usual, finishing up yet another story. Ever feeding his one hobby, and borderline addiction, he sent it off to his editor in the basement.\n\nA thought crossed his mind, since he suddenly had some free time on his hands. He had plowed through this work, feeling the vibes and letting his fingers do the talking. But most importantly, with his lewd commissions, he let his dick do the thinking. What am I gonna do? This wasn’t the first time he was faced with free time and no idea what to do. He turned to look at his commission board and found that there were still more names; more work to be done. “I suppose an evening off wouldn’t hurt.” \n\nBarty was getting better at recognizing when to take time off. Before, he would have moved right on to the next story and not given himself a moment to breathe. This still begged the question: WHAT TO DO?!\n\n“I bet Puro hasn’t really taken time off either.” Barty rose from his desk chair and gazed at the door that led to Puro’s basement. What had he done for Puro since bringing him here against his will? Given him a room of his own, powers of the universe, and freedoms, sure, but like, what has he done to thank him for staying? Frankly nothing. \n\nBarty had made him sniff and lick his paws when he arrived (even if Puro enjoyed it), dumped him into a pool of goo, and then fucked him with his gooey futa cock after the goo transfurred him, allowed Shifty to take over his body and toy with him, AND vore him unceremoniously! Not a single time did he let Puro toy with him or let him choose, unless you count him letting Puro choose whether to be dommed or not with the BDSM stuff…\n\nAnd that wasn’t ok in his book.\n\nThis would have to be remedied.\n\n\n\n\nPuro’s email pinged. “Another story?” The goo-wolf rose from his dog bed, thinking about what he was going to do. “How does he write so much?” He sat in his chair and started looking over the story. “Oh,” he groaned. “My poor head.” It had been a few days since he had taken a break from looking at a screen. He needed time to look away. No more screens. His head was getting hot.\n \nThe door to the basement opened, and someone was descending the stairs. “I heard that,” a voice called.\n\nOh my god! He opened the document and reluctantly started reading it. His eyes burned. “I just got it.”\n\n“Hold on a sec,” the otter called as he crossed into the basement. Puro turned, confused. Barty was never one to wait. He didn’t like delays, as patient as he was with Puro. “I’ve been thinking.”\n\nPuro’s brain went into overdrive. Oh no. He’s gonna say something bad. I’m too slow! I can’t keep up! He’s gonna fire me and send me back to the real world! He started to panic. Looking at his gooey paws, he didn’t want to look Barty in the face. \n\n“I haven’t really taken a day off. Well, not by choice anyway.” There were those few times when things came up and he couldn’t write at all. “What say you and I take some time to ourselves?” He placed a hand on Puro's head, petting him, his hand sinking into his body ever so slightly. He wanted to just get to it, but he needed to ask first. What if Puro was busy? He hated waiting, but he’d do it anyway.\n\n“I mean…” Puro was surprised. “Like what?” Relief washed over him like a cooling wave. \n\n“Oh, I thought of something.” Barty snapped his fingers, and the basement disappeared. Instead, colorfully painted walls depicting a downtown shopping district in Mexico surrounded them. Hard wooden tables, painted with bright primary colors, with a carved design that no one truly understood, and coated with a glossy finish. “I know how much you like Mexican food.”\n\nPuro couldn't help but blush; however, something was stopping him from accepting this. “Wait, what's the catch?”\n\n“There is no catch.” Barty sat down. “We've both been working far too hard without a break. Why not just sit down and relax?” Barty slid into the booth and gestured to the spot across from him. “Come on.” Puro cautiously slid into his seat. Steaming hot plates of food appeared before them. A plate filled with burritos sat in front of Puro, the steam flowing off of it so heavily that it would fog up someone's glasses immediately. Barty was far more decorative. Half a cored and scooped-out pineapple, filled with fajita veggies and chorizo, topped with a gigantic chicken breast, wide and thin slice of skirt steak, and three skewers of grilled shrimp. In between them, a pitcher filled with mango margaritas sat with two glasses. “Just you, me, and some evil plans. Can't be that bad, right?” Barty reached for the pitcher and started pouring two glasses.\n\n“Uh,” Puro hesitated, pulling on his collar. “I don't really want a margarita.” \n\n“Oh, ok.” Barty brought the half-full glass, meant for Puro, to his lips and slugged it. Instant regret washed over him as the sting from the alcohol filled his nostrils and permeated his throat. “WOO! Not doing that again.” Barty brought his filled glass over to him and sipped at it.\n\n“How did you know I like burritos?”\n\n“Gee, all the burritos in your freezer?” Barty yanked the skewer from his bastardization of Mexican cuisine and pulled a shrimp away with his teeth. “That and you told me once.”\n\n“Oh.”\n\n“I forgot the chips and salsa!” Barty snapped his fingers, and a huge basket of hot chips and cantina salsa appeared in the center of the table. \n\n“Well, let's not wait.” Puro dug into his gooey body and pulled out a small shaker of hot seasoning. It was labelled Cayenne Pepper, but they both knew it was far more than just that, as Barty had been bitten by its foul kick more than once. Some concoction to spice anything up to unholy levels. The label read, ‘Totally just Cayenne Pepper, trust me bro’ and gave his burritos a hearty dusting of it.\n\nAfter drinks and noms were had, they felt quite full, and Barty exceptionally silly. “Hey, Puro.” Barty leaned heavily on the table, nearly flipping it. “Guess what's next? I DARE you. You'll never guess it. Never, ever, ever. Heheeheheheheeeee.”\n\nPuro looked worried. He hadn't seen Barty this silly before, and doubly not due to intoxication. “Did you, uh, uhm.” He couldn't answer, even with Barty staring at him in a loose, silly expression. He was just too subby for this. “Is it something sexy?”\n\n“YES!” Barty jumped up, his hands in the air, his gut bumping the table. “You're gonna come with me.” He grabbed Puro by the arm and pulled him away. The world shifted. Away went the Mexican restaurant in a haze of warbling colors, and before them appeared a bathroom. The yellow tiles that went halfway up the wall had blue fleur-de-lis every other tile or so in a pattern, leading to an enormous open shower. “But first, the prepwork.” He wobbled past the toilet and into the shower, where he quite literally ripped off his shirt and jeans, revealing his throbbing, girthy erection. “C'mooooooooooon, cutie. hic. Get in here.”\n\nAfter a moment's hesitation, Puro wandered in after him. “Did you have too much?” Not having any clothes aside from his mask, which couldn't come off, he stepped into the shower. It was bigger on the inside; practically a TARDIS, likely enough room for four Bartys to shower together with room to wiggle around in. “What exactly is this place? I never took you for a yellow kind of person.”\n\n“Oh, I, well, fitzjolt made this place for one of his old stories. Seems a shame to never use it again.” He fiddled with the rudimentary dial for the temperature control. “I donnow, somethin’ about an outdated origin story and ‘borgs? Must be a Trekkie. Ha! NERD!” His voice echoed in the bathroom. Not even Puro was sure about that one. “But now that I've got you in here, AHA!” Steaming hot water spewed from the rainfall showerhead, immediately dampening Barty's fur. The water seemed to glide off Puro’s hydrophobic body. Barty turned to face his subby editor. “I can finally tell you what my full plan is.”\n\nThere it was: that dangerous, lewd smirk. Barty closed the glass doors to the shower, leaving the two alone. Puro seemed hesitant seeing his face. He knew full well what could happen when Barty got in a mood, and he didn't know what happened to his judgment after alcohol. He opened his mouth to speak, but was gently stopped by Barty’s sopping wet hand. It was a delicate touch, enough to show him that Barty was still serious. He decided to let the otter speak. \n\n“You. Me.” Barty pointed to each of them respectively. “I'm gonna lay some super duper serious lovin’ on ya. Our safe word is Artichoke.” He leaned in close and whispered above the rainfall. “Don't be afraid to use it.”\n\n“Hait fwat? Puro shouted through Barty’s hand. In one swift motion, Barty pulled his hand away and planted his lips on Puro's, going in at an angle because of his mask. Puro screamed only for a split second because he didn't know what Barty meant by his warning, but then, he realized what he was doing. Never one for the romantic stuff, or much for foreplay, Barty always got right to it, especially when he wanted to toy with him or his friends. But today? Today felt different. The sting from his alcoholic breath wasn't amazing, but the delicate pressure with which he lay himself onto Puro, how careful he was being. This wasn't a game, another research session for a story, or some other session of teasing. This was real.\n\nPuro couldn't resist.\n\nHe didn’t want to.\n\nPuro allowed this big hunk of Otter to take him away. His tongue slid into Puro's mouth, attempting to coil around his, but Puro hadn't done this before. What am I supposed to do? He wondered as he felt the moist otter tongue constantly lick his. Barty only went deeper, using his world-bending powers for lewd purposes as he ensured his tongue was inside Puro's mouth. Puro wrapped his arms around Barty's wide waist, letting the chips fall where they may. An intimate session with Barty certainly wasn't on his Bingo card this year.\n\nBarty pulled his long tongue out of Puro's mouth, finding it stained black. “Now bend over for Daddy, Cutie. It's about time I dick you proper.”\n\n“What?”\n\nBarty said it again, firmly. “Bend over, so I can fuck you, silly boy.” Barty kissed him again. Puro was so surprised by the command that he obeyed immediately. Hot water fell on his back as he presented his ass to Barty, sitting on all fours like a proper puppy. “Good boy!” Barty cheered as he summoned a leash without snapping his fingers. He attached it to Puro's collar and fell to his knees, spreading his soft, fat, slappable cheeks. He had seen Puro’s asshole several times, but never under these circumstances. Even after being violated with tentacles, his previously enormous futa cock, and many other things, it still looked tight. “Here I come, good boy.” He shoved his face betwixt his asscheeks and started licking the tantalizingly taut boyhole.\n\n“OOOOOOOOH!” Puro couldn't help but moan. Something was penetrating his body, and it wasn't against his wishes. Just by that pretense, it felt more amazing. Barty's tonguework didn't have any rhyme or reason, just swirl around the edge and go as deep as possible. The goo deep within the moist caverns of Puro's booty seemed to taste richer. He couldn't stop eating him out, all to the symphonic moans and whines of his G.B.O., or Good Boy Orchestra for short. \n\nBarty tugged on the leash, jerking Puro out of his musical state. “Who's a good boy?” Puro moaned, embarrassed to answer. “Who's my cute, obedient, good boy?” He tugged again.\n\n“I am!” Puro shouted at the top of his gooey lungs, his voice echoing in the bathroom.\n\n“Say it for me. Say what you are.”\n\nPuro hung his head, his face turning a bright red. He's really working me! “I'm the… the…cutest, goodest, oooooooooooooooh, goodest boy! OHhohohohohoho!” \n\n“Yes, you are, good boy.” Barty stood up on his knees and grasped Puro's thighs, so soft and squishy. “And I bet you're ready for my cock.” Barty stroked his wet, aching member. It was begging to thrust into the gooey wolf before him. “Here I come!” Despite his better judgment, Barty lined up his eight-inch hog with Puro's moist entrance and thrust inside to the base, savoring the gooey, slick walls within. \n\nThe noises that shot from Puro's mouth were indescribable. So submissive, cute, and yet dripping with lust. An audible keysmash wouldn't even begin to describe it, but if the author tried to spell it out, it would be like this:\n\n“HOOOOOOOOOOOMYGODDDDDDXDVDDDDDDDAADGXSGNNFGJNBDZSZSXFVHJ ING. Barty! You're so thick! Holy moley! Your cock is so hot inside meEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!” \n\nHis ass jiggled with each slight movement. It was so enticing that Barty had to spank him. Puro yipped, so Barty spanked him again. Another yip. “So musical.” As fun as it was to tease the boy, this wasn't what he wanted. His cock was twitching within Puro's gooey cavern. “Sing for me, puppy.” He grabbed the leash, slapped his hands onto Puro's thighs, and started thrusting. \n\n“Goh! Oh! Fuck! Barty!” He grasped at the wet tiles, looking for purchase, but Barty was keeping him in place. The hot water washing down his back only made it more slippery. Barty tugged on the leash and continued pounding Puro's ass. “Yes! I'm your puppy! I'm your obedient puppy!”\n\n“Bark for me then, Puppy.”\n\n“Arf!” Barty sneered, knowing Puro was in the zone now. “Arf, arf, arf!”\n\nThe water continued to fall, and Barty was soaked to the skin. What brought Barty out of his focus was the tightening in his loins. He was about to cum! “Take my seed, Puppy,” he grunted as he sank his hands even deeper into Puro's body. “Take it all!”\n\n“Yes! Cum inside me, Barty!” Puro begged as he planted his head against the floor, only to be yanked back up again. With one final thrust, Barty drained his balls into his good boy. One pump at a time, he could feel it getting hotter around his cock as Puro’s body got to work at absorbing it. “I can feel your cum!” Puro slammed his ass against Barty's pelvis, hoping Barty would go deeper. It was times like this that he wished that he wasn't made of goo. The feeling of Barty's seed inside him, swelling his insides; what would that have felt like? He didn't have to wonder because Barty wouldn't stop cumming, his cock like a tap permanently in the on position. Puro could feel his body getting heavier and heavier, and was his goo getting paler? Oh my god! It is! He was turning white from the sheer amount of jizz being pumped into him. \n\n“Tell me if you're gonna burst, good boy. Daddy doesn't wanna make you go splode, right?” Barty tugged on the leash, relishing the opportunity to let loose without any pretense of research or teasing. This was pure, unadulterated, lust-driven sex. Yes, the leash was an added bonus, but he knew that Puro liked it. He noticed Puro was looking different. \"Hehehe, looking cuter by the second,” Puro whined, knowing full well Barty was doing this on purpose. All he needed was a different mask, and he would have looked like Dr. K.\n\nBarty yanked his cock out of Puro's stretched, gooey hole, staring at what he had done. “Oh my god…” Puro was breathing heavily like he had run a mile. “I feel so bloated.”\n\n“Why, don't you go look?” Barty sniggered. “I think you're rather handsome like that.”\n\n“What?” Puro struggled to get his footing and make his way over to the mirror. His legs were so shaky that he could barely stand as he crawled to the vanity. His belly felt so heavy, sloshing with cum. As he pulled himself up, the sight that met him nearly sent him back to the floor. Gone was his vanta black goo, replaced with creamy white. He was indeed bloated; so much so, in fact, that his lower body nearly looked exactly like Barty’s! Aside from his gooey fox tail and cock, he was as pudgy and soft as he was. Oh my god… The idea of Barty claiming him to such a degree that they nearly looked the same was so hot.\n\n“Oh? You wanna be my twin now?”\n\nPuro covered his mouth, falling to his knees. He shook his head wildly. NONONONO! I wanna be me! I wanna be me! I wanna be me!\n\n“Fine. You look so cute. Absolutely adorable. In fact, I bet you're subbier than ever before.”\n\nThe white goo around his face was turning red. “Shuddup!”\n\nBarty snapped his fingers dramatically, and the room started to shift and phase. The room grew three times as large, the shower and toilet vanishing, replaced with an enormous bed sunk into the floor. “We’re not done yet, cutie.” Barty strode to the edge of the bed and turned around to face him. The low purple light cast a sensual aura around the musclegutted man. Fully nude and somehow dry, he spread his arms wide and fell backward, flopping onto the bed. “It’s your turn.” Puro stared at him as he watched the otter readjust on the bed, shifting to all fours and presenting his jiggly rear. “I know you want a shot at me.” His hands shot back and gripped his cheeks with an audible plap. “For all those times I used you for research.”\n\nPuro snickered. “Sure, and all those files in my homework folder are actually essays and worksheets.”\n\n“But don’t you?” Barty Spread his cheeks wide, his asshole exposed. The cock that had just moments ago been plunging into Puro’s hole was now rock hard, aching for stimulation. “You know what Shifty says.”\n\nThe phrase that had permeated their conversations lately, lewd or not. ‘Turnabout is Fair Play.” \n\nPuro remembered editing a story with that name. Though in their case, it wasn’t a story at all, but a real, traumatic experience. For you, though, it was an entertaining story with twists and turns up the wazoo. Puro felt his cock twitch wildly. Maybe I do want this.\n\n“What if I told you,” Barty said while wiggling his butt seductively, “that this is one of the ways to get me moaning like a slut?” He smirked, knowing all the times he had teased Puro just to hear those noises he made. \n\nWhat?! Puro glanced at his gooey white paw, the beans distracting him only slightly. \n\nThere’s no way. He imagined Barty being as submissive as he was. It just didn’t seem to work. It didn’t fit! But his curiosity was getting the better of him. He clenched his fist and looked at Barty’s hot asshole, musk practically gushing from it like steam from a freshly baked pie. Puro approached slowly, nervously; any confidence that he had was lost in translation. He fell to his knees and looked over his target.\n\n“Oh ho. Puppy is gonna go for it,” Barty teased. “Do it. Fuck me proper, Puro.” \n\nWhat does he mean by that? Proper? Oh no, I’m gonna do it wrong! Oh no… Puro fell forward, his body overheating with nerves. He splatted against Barty’s behind.\n\n“PURO!”\n\nHe could hear Barty’s voice as if miles away, struggling to pick him up, as his body was liquid and pooled on the floor.\n\nArtichoke.\n\n*\t\t*\t\t*\n\nEverything was hazy. A throbbing pain was resonating within Puro’s gooey head. He groaned. He was on the bed, but something was cradling him. Something furry and firm.\n\n“Puro!” A brown figure was above him: it couldn’t have been anyone other than Barty. No one’s big, firm hands could have been that delicate with him. “You’re ok.”\n\n“I think so?” He grasped his head, noting that the white had drained from his body. “Sorry, I, I…”\n\n“No, I’m sorry. I pushed you too hard.” Barty didn’t give him the chance to apologize. It wasn’t Puro’s fault in the first place. “I shouldn’t have done that so fast. Not everyone is as resilient as I am.” He stroked Puro’s head, the slick goo coating his hand.\n\nAll Puro could do was blush. God damn it, why is he so hot? Barty was always an infinite well of patience. A rock. As emotionally dense as he could be, he was always there when Puro needed him. Honestly, it was a shame he was already claimed. “No. It’s ok.” He sat up and found that he was in Barty’s lap. His blush deepened. Barty’s soft cock was sinking into his side a little bit. “It was just a lot at once, is all.” How was he going to broach this? “I still want to, if you, want to, that is.” Puro paused, trying to gauge Barty’s feelings on the matter. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know I kinda ruined the mood and-”\n\nBarty delicately pressed his fore and middle fingers to Puro’s chin and turned his head to the side. The two were looking each other dead in the eyes. Barty’s intense, smoky blue eyes wouldn’t break contact with his pure white irises. “I still want to.” Barty leaned in. Their lips met. Barty’s moist tongue entered Puro’s mouth, searching for the gooey appendage, yearning to coil around it and taste the inner goo of Puro’s mouth. But Puro was slowly getting overwhelmed again. He was frozen, not sure how to react.\n\nThen he thought. When was the last time they had done something like this? Maybe once or twice they kissed, but that was while he was getting relentlessly fucked, teased, toyed with, or something else. This was different. Intimate even. Just him and Barty. He closed his eyes and let it happen.\n\nBarty found Puro’s tongue and dextrously slid underneath it, teaching the submissive goo-wolf how to french while not under duress. \n\nTime seemed to slow down as the two simply enjoyed it. Barty reached for Puro’s cock and delicately rubbed it, ushering the knotted member out from its sheath. The moans leaking from Puro’s mouth only made the slow, sensual moment more satisfying. \n\nPuro suddenly felt Barty’s strong hands grasp his length. “OH!” He grasped Barty’s knees. How was this man, with such strong and rough hands, so delicate? His red rocket was so sensitive that the slightest touch from Barty’s hand sent tingles up his non-existent spine.\n\nBarty pulled his tongue out of his mouth, goo coating his lips. He licked his lips and smirked. “Are you ready for me?” He pressed his forehead to Puro’s. “Is puppy ready to fuck Daddy?” Puro nodded wordlessly. “Good boy.” He lifted Puro from his lap and returned to all fours. “Now, take it slow. Daddy hasn’t been properly penetrated in a while.” In the low light, Puro could see the musk spilling from Barty’s gaping ass. Hearts filled his eyes as he grasped Barty’s plump asscheeks and sniffed his prize. Sweat, unwashed cum, and the slightest aroma of scat. What a gift for a Good Boy like Puro. “Now, shove that tongue deep in there.”\n\nHe didn’t have to be told twice. Puro’s long, gooey muscle glazed the entrance like a donut before sliding in. The flavors that awaited him were beyond compare. He couldn’t even put it into words! One thing was for sure: his cock was the most honest and telling part of his body. Gooey precum was dripping like a leaking faucet. Puro’s tongue snaked deeper and deeper into Barty’s body; whatever he came across was instantly absorbed into his body.\n\n“Ho…” Barty moaned softly, his front half falling onto the bed. “Fuck, go deeper.” At last, the dom was showing his submissive side, but only a glimpse. Puro continued to drive his tongue even further into his cavernous body, the various twists and turns giving him more flavors to savor. \n\nWhen at last Puro had had enough, and he suspected Barty was loose, he slowly returned his tongue to his mouth. “Alright,” he took a deep breath, standing on the bed and bending his knees. “I’m ready.” His shaft definitely was; it was throbbing and begging to penetrate the Otter’s hole. Now that it was completely lubricated, it would be a swift plunge inside. “Remember the safe word.”\n\n“Artichoke.”\n\n“Ok, I’m going in.” Puro grasped Barty’s hips firmly as he considered what he was about to do. At last, he was having a go at Barty. At last, he could fuck the guy who had destroyed his hole so many times. But more importantly, it was out of love and respect. Pressing the tip of his member to Barty’s gooey entrance, he slowly slid it inside. Barty’s low groan of satisfaction told him that he was doing well so far. Keep going. A few more inches to go. Five to be exact. Six inches of knotted cock just for Barty. He listened to his partner, keeping in mind any noises he made that sounded remotely pained. Bliss washed over his body as his cock went deeper and deeper. Barty’s warmth was spreading up his cock and into his body.\n\nWhen he reached his knot, Puro hesitated for a moment. I shouldn’t.\n\n“Save it for last. Fuck me good and hard, Puro.”\n\nThat answers that. Pulling back to the tip of his tapered cock, he thrust back in. Barty let out a higher-pitched moan. He didn’t hold back as Puro continued. As Barty promised, this is the one time anyone would get to see him in a submissive, moaning position. Puro was almost too focused to notice! Back and forth. In and out. He was focusing intently and maintaining a rhythm and not cumming immediately. “Oh, god. You’re so tight, Barty.”\n\n“I don’t, OH, get any action down there, very often,” Barty struggled to spit out between Puro’s thrusts. “You’re doing so good. Fuck me harder. FASTER!” Puro obeyed, letting himself go. Doubling his efforts, he pulled Barty closer as he thrust forward, increasing the pleasure twofold. This was a bad idea. It only brought him closer to cumming. The sensations of his goo, heated by Barty’s body, surrounding his cock, were nearly too much for his dick to manage. \n\n“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He couldn’t hold it any longer.\n\n“Knot me, Puppy!” Barty shouted with lust dripping from his words. “Fill Daddy with your seed. Mark him as yours!”\n\nAnd with that, Puro gave one last, powerful thrust, shoving his knot into Barty. The two were stuck together as Puro’s goo spewed from his cock and filled the submissive otter with hot spunk. Barty could feel his belly inflating as Puro let loose. The two moaned in unison, letting their depravity take the wheel. Puro dug his hips deeper into Barty’s ass, the silly thought of getting him pregnant crossing his mind. Little gooey otters running around. \n\nPuro fainted again, his cock still shooting seed into Barty.\n\n“Oh no, not again.” Barty sighed as he lay there, letting his massive belly fill. Carefully, he flipped over and spun Puro around so he was lying on his own inflated belly. Even now, there was no escaping post sex cuddling. When he woke up, there would be a steaming hot otter there, warming him up, maybe still stuck to him. “Good boy, Puro.” He kissed his forehead as the two lay down to rest.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Just the Right Amount of Margarita

“Aaaand, that’s that.” Barty sat at his desk as usual, finishing up yet another story. Ever feeding his one hobby, and borderline addiction, he sent it off to his editor in the basement.

A thought crossed his mind, since he suddenly had some free time on his hands. He had plowed through this work, feeling the vibes and letting his fingers do the talking. But most importantly, with his lewd commissions, he let his dick do the thinking. What am I gonna do? This wasn’t the first time he was faced with free time and no idea what to do. He turned to look at his commission board and found that there were still more names; more work to be done. “I suppose an evening off wouldn’t hurt.”

Barty was getting better at recognizing when to take time off. Before, he would have moved right on to the next story and not given himself a moment to breathe. This still begged the question: WHAT TO DO?!

“I bet Puro hasn’t really taken time off either.” Barty rose from his desk chair and gazed at the door that led to Puro’s basement. What had he done for Puro since bringing him here against his will? Given him a room of his own, powers of the universe, and freedoms, sure, but like, what has he done to thank him for staying? Frankly nothing.

Barty had made him sniff and lick his paws when he arrived (even if Puro enjoyed it), dumped him into a pool of goo, and then fucked him with his gooey futa cock after the goo transfurred him, allowed Shifty to take over his body and toy with him, AND vore him unceremoniously! Not a single time did he let Puro toy with him or let him choose, unless you count him letting Puro choose whether to be dommed or not with the BDSM stuff…

And that wasn’t ok in his book.

This would have to be remedied.




Puro’s email pinged. “Another story?” The goo-wolf rose from his dog bed, thinking about what he was going to do. “How does he write so much?” He sat in his chair and started looking over the story. “Oh,” he groaned. “My poor head.” It had been a few days since he had taken a break from looking at a screen. He needed time to look away. No more screens. His head was getting hot.
  
The door to the basement opened, and someone was descending the stairs. “I heard that,” a voice called.

Oh my god! He opened the document and reluctantly started reading it. His eyes burned. “I just got it.”

“Hold on a sec,” the otter called as he crossed into the basement. Puro turned, confused. Barty was never one to wait. He didn’t like delays, as patient as he was with Puro. “I’ve been thinking.”

Puro’s brain went into overdrive. Oh no. He’s gonna say something bad. I’m too slow! I can’t keep up! He’s gonna fire me and send me back to the real world! He started to panic. Looking at his gooey paws, he didn’t want to look Barty in the face.

“I haven’t really taken a day off. Well, not by choice anyway.” There were those few times when things came up and he couldn’t write at all. “What say you and I take some time to ourselves?” He placed a hand on Puro's head, petting him, his hand sinking into his body ever so slightly. He wanted to just get to it, but he needed to ask first. What if Puro was busy? He hated waiting, but he’d do it anyway.

“I mean…” Puro was surprised. “Like what?” Relief washed over him like a cooling wave.

“Oh, I thought of something.” Barty snapped his fingers, and the basement disappeared. Instead, colorfully painted walls depicting a downtown shopping district in Mexico surrounded them. Hard wooden tables, painted with bright primary colors, with a carved design that no one truly understood, and coated with a glossy finish. “I know how much you like Mexican food.”

Puro couldn't help but blush; however, something was stopping him from accepting this. “Wait, what's the catch?”

“There is no catch.” Barty sat down. “We've both been working far too hard without a break. Why not just sit down and relax?” Barty slid into the booth and gestured to the spot across from him. “Come on.” Puro cautiously slid into his seat. Steaming hot plates of food appeared before them. A plate filled with burritos sat in front of Puro, the steam flowing off of it so heavily that it would fog up someone's glasses immediately. Barty was far more decorative. Half a cored and scooped-out pineapple, filled with fajita veggies and chorizo, topped with a gigantic chicken breast, wide and thin slice of skirt steak, and three skewers of grilled shrimp. In between them, a pitcher filled with mango margaritas sat with two glasses. “Just you, me, and some evil plans. Can't be that bad, right?” Barty reached for the pitcher and started pouring two glasses.

“Uh,” Puro hesitated, pulling on his collar. “I don't really want a margarita.”

“Oh, ok.” Barty brought the half-full glass, meant for Puro, to his lips and slugged it. Instant regret washed over him as the sting from the alcohol filled his nostrils and permeated his throat. “WOO! Not doing that again.” Barty brought his filled glass over to him and sipped at it.

“How did you know I like burritos?”

“Gee, all the burritos in your freezer?” Barty yanked the skewer from his bastardization of Mexican cuisine and pulled a shrimp away with his teeth. “That and you told me once.”

“Oh.”

“I forgot the chips and salsa!” Barty snapped his fingers, and a huge basket of hot chips and cantina salsa appeared in the center of the table.

“Well, let's not wait.” Puro dug into his gooey body and pulled out a small shaker of hot seasoning. It was labelled Cayenne Pepper, but they both knew it was far more than just that, as Barty had been bitten by its foul kick more than once. Some concoction to spice anything up to unholy levels. The label read, ‘Totally just Cayenne Pepper, trust me bro’ and gave his burritos a hearty dusting of it.

After drinks and noms were had, they felt quite full, and Barty exceptionally silly. “Hey, Puro.” Barty leaned heavily on the table, nearly flipping it. “Guess what's next? I DARE you. You'll never guess it. Never, ever, ever. Heheeheheheheeeee.”

Puro looked worried. He hadn't seen Barty this silly before, and doubly not due to intoxication. “Did you, uh, uhm.” He couldn't answer, even with Barty staring at him in a loose, silly expression. He was just too subby for this. “Is it something sexy?”

“YES!” Barty jumped up, his hands in the air, his gut bumping the table. “You're gonna come with me.” He grabbed Puro by the arm and pulled him away. The world shifted. Away went the Mexican restaurant in a haze of warbling colors, and before them appeared a bathroom. The yellow tiles that went halfway up the wall had blue fleur-de-lis every other tile or so in a pattern, leading to an enormous open shower. “But first, the prepwork.” He wobbled past the toilet and into the shower, where he quite literally ripped off his shirt and jeans, revealing his throbbing, girthy erection. “C'mooooooooooon, cutie. hic. Get in here.”

After a moment's hesitation, Puro wandered in after him. “Did you have too much?” Not having any clothes aside from his mask, which couldn't come off, he stepped into the shower. It was bigger on the inside; practically a TARDIS, likely enough room for four Bartys to shower together with room to wiggle around in. “What exactly is this place? I never took you for a yellow kind of person.”

“Oh, I, well, fitzjolt made this place for one of his old stories. Seems a shame to never use it again.” He fiddled with the rudimentary dial for the temperature control. “I donnow, somethin’ about an outdated origin story and ‘borgs? Must be a Trekkie. Ha! NERD!” His voice echoed in the bathroom. Not even Puro was sure about that one. “But now that I've got you in here, AHA!” Steaming hot water spewed from the rainfall showerhead, immediately dampening Barty's fur. The water seemed to glide off Puro’s hydrophobic body. Barty turned to face his subby editor. “I can finally tell you what my full plan is.”

There it was: that dangerous, lewd smirk. Barty closed the glass doors to the shower, leaving the two alone. Puro seemed hesitant seeing his face. He knew full well what could happen when Barty got in a mood, and he didn't know what happened to his judgment after alcohol. He opened his mouth to speak, but was gently stopped by Barty’s sopping wet hand. It was a delicate touch, enough to show him that Barty was still serious. He decided to let the otter speak.

“You. Me.” Barty pointed to each of them respectively. “I'm gonna lay some super duper serious lovin’ on ya. Our safe word is Artichoke.” He leaned in close and whispered above the rainfall. “Don't be afraid to use it.”

“Hait fwat? Puro shouted through Barty’s hand. In one swift motion, Barty pulled his hand away and planted his lips on Puro's, going in at an angle because of his mask. Puro screamed only for a split second because he didn't know what Barty meant by his warning, but then, he realized what he was doing. Never one for the romantic stuff, or much for foreplay, Barty always got right to it, especially when he wanted to toy with him or his friends. But today? Today felt different. The sting from his alcoholic breath wasn't amazing, but the delicate pressure with which he lay himself onto Puro, how careful he was being. This wasn't a game, another research session for a story, or some other session of teasing. This was real.

Puro couldn't resist.

He didn’t want to.

Puro allowed this big hunk of Otter to take him away. His tongue slid into Puro's mouth, attempting to coil around his, but Puro hadn't done this before. What am I supposed to do? He wondered as he felt the moist otter tongue constantly lick his. Barty only went deeper, using his world-bending powers for lewd purposes as he ensured his tongue was inside Puro's mouth. Puro wrapped his arms around Barty's wide waist, letting the chips fall where they may. An intimate session with Barty certainly wasn't on his Bingo card this year.

Barty pulled his long tongue out of Puro's mouth, finding it stained black. “Now bend over for Daddy, Cutie. It's about time I dick you proper.”

“What?”

Barty said it again, firmly. “Bend over, so I can fuck you, silly boy.” Barty kissed him again. Puro was so surprised by the command that he obeyed immediately. Hot water fell on his back as he presented his ass to Barty, sitting on all fours like a proper puppy. “Good boy!” Barty cheered as he summoned a leash without snapping his fingers. He attached it to Puro's collar and fell to his knees, spreading his soft, fat, slappable cheeks. He had seen Puro’s asshole several times, but never under these circumstances. Even after being violated with tentacles, his previously enormous futa cock, and many other things, it still looked tight. “Here I come, good boy.” He shoved his face betwixt his asscheeks and started licking the tantalizingly taut boyhole.

“OOOOOOOOH!” Puro couldn't help but moan. Something was penetrating his body, and it wasn't against his wishes. Just by that pretense, it felt more amazing. Barty's tonguework didn't have any rhyme or reason, just swirl around the edge and go as deep as possible. The goo deep within the moist caverns of Puro's booty seemed to taste richer. He couldn't stop eating him out, all to the symphonic moans and whines of his G.B.O., or Good Boy Orchestra for short.

Barty tugged on the leash, jerking Puro out of his musical state. “Who's a good boy?” Puro moaned, embarrassed to answer. “Who's my cute, obedient, good boy?” He tugged again.

“I am!” Puro shouted at the top of his gooey lungs, his voice echoing in the bathroom.

“Say it for me. Say what you are.”

Puro hung his head, his face turning a bright red. He's really working me! “I'm the… the…cutest, goodest, oooooooooooooooh, goodest boy! OHhohohohohoho!”

“Yes, you are, good boy.” Barty stood up on his knees and grasped Puro's thighs, so soft and squishy. “And I bet you're ready for my cock.” Barty stroked his wet, aching member. It was begging to thrust into the gooey wolf before him. “Here I come!” Despite his better judgment, Barty lined up his eight-inch hog with Puro's moist entrance and thrust inside to the base, savoring the gooey, slick walls within.

The noises that shot from Puro's mouth were indescribable. So submissive, cute, and yet dripping with lust. An audible keysmash wouldn't even begin to describe it, but if the author tried to spell it out, it would be like this:

“HOOOOOOOOOOOMYGODDDDDDXDVDDDDDDDAADGXSGNNFGJNBDZSZSXFVHJ ING. Barty! You're so thick! Holy moley! Your cock is so hot inside meEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!”

His ass jiggled with each slight movement. It was so enticing that Barty had to spank him. Puro yipped, so Barty spanked him again. Another yip. “So musical.” As fun as it was to tease the boy, this wasn't what he wanted. His cock was twitching within Puro's gooey cavern. “Sing for me, puppy.” He grabbed the leash, slapped his hands onto Puro's thighs, and started thrusting.

“Goh! Oh! Fuck! Barty!” He grasped at the wet tiles, looking for purchase, but Barty was keeping him in place. The hot water washing down his back only made it more slippery. Barty tugged on the leash and continued pounding Puro's ass. “Yes! I'm your puppy! I'm your obedient puppy!”

“Bark for me then, Puppy.”

“Arf!” Barty sneered, knowing Puro was in the zone now. “Arf, arf, arf!”

The water continued to fall, and Barty was soaked to the skin. What brought Barty out of his focus was the tightening in his loins. He was about to cum! “Take my seed, Puppy,” he grunted as he sank his hands even deeper into Puro's body. “Take it all!”

“Yes! Cum inside me, Barty!” Puro begged as he planted his head against the floor, only to be yanked back up again. With one final thrust, Barty drained his balls into his good boy. One pump at a time, he could feel it getting hotter around his cock as Puro’s body got to work at absorbing it. “I can feel your cum!” Puro slammed his ass against Barty's pelvis, hoping Barty would go deeper. It was times like this that he wished that he wasn't made of goo. The feeling of Barty's seed inside him, swelling his insides; what would that have felt like? He didn't have to wonder because Barty wouldn't stop cumming, his cock like a tap permanently in the on position. Puro could feel his body getting heavier and heavier, and was his goo getting paler? Oh my god! It is! He was turning white from the sheer amount of jizz being pumped into him.

“Tell me if you're gonna burst, good boy. Daddy doesn't wanna make you go splode, right?” Barty tugged on the leash, relishing the opportunity to let loose without any pretense of research or teasing. This was pure, unadulterated, lust-driven sex. Yes, the leash was an added bonus, but he knew that Puro liked it. He noticed Puro was looking different. "Hehehe, looking cuter by the second,” Puro whined, knowing full well Barty was doing this on purpose. All he needed was a different mask, and he would have looked like Dr. K.

Barty yanked his cock out of Puro's stretched, gooey hole, staring at what he had done. “Oh my god…” Puro was breathing heavily like he had run a mile. “I feel so bloated.”

“Why, don't you go look?” Barty sniggered. “I think you're rather handsome like that.”

“What?” Puro struggled to get his footing and make his way over to the mirror. His legs were so shaky that he could barely stand as he crawled to the vanity. His belly felt so heavy, sloshing with cum. As he pulled himself up, the sight that met him nearly sent him back to the floor. Gone was his vanta black goo, replaced with creamy white. He was indeed bloated; so much so, in fact, that his lower body nearly looked exactly like Barty’s! Aside from his gooey fox tail and cock, he was as pudgy and soft as he was. Oh my god… The idea of Barty claiming him to such a degree that they nearly looked the same was so hot.

“Oh? You wanna be my twin now?”

Puro covered his mouth, falling to his knees. He shook his head wildly. NONONONO! I wanna be me! I wanna be me! I wanna be me!

“Fine. You look so cute. Absolutely adorable. In fact, I bet you're subbier than ever before.”

The white goo around his face was turning red. “Shuddup!”

Barty snapped his fingers dramatically, and the room started to shift and phase. The room grew three times as large, the shower and toilet vanishing, replaced with an enormous bed sunk into the floor. “We’re not done yet, cutie.” Barty strode to the edge of the bed and turned around to face him. The low purple light cast a sensual aura around the musclegutted man. Fully nude and somehow dry, he spread his arms wide and fell backward, flopping onto the bed. “It’s your turn.” Puro stared at him as he watched the otter readjust on the bed, shifting to all fours and presenting his jiggly rear. “I know you want a shot at me.” His hands shot back and gripped his cheeks with an audible plap. “For all those times I used you for research.”

Puro snickered. “Sure, and all those files in my homework folder are actually essays and worksheets.”

“But don’t you?” Barty Spread his cheeks wide, his asshole exposed. The cock that had just moments ago been plunging into Puro’s hole was now rock hard, aching for stimulation. “You know what Shifty says.”

The phrase that had permeated their conversations lately, lewd or not. ‘Turnabout is Fair Play.”

Puro remembered editing a story with that name. Though in their case, it wasn’t a story at all, but a real, traumatic experience. For you, though, it was an entertaining story with twists and turns up the wazoo. Puro felt his cock twitch wildly. Maybe I do want this.

“What if I told you,” Barty said while wiggling his butt seductively, “that this is one of the ways to get me moaning like a slut?” He smirked, knowing all the times he had teased Puro just to hear those noises he made.

What?! Puro glanced at his gooey white paw, the beans distracting him only slightly.

There’s no way. He imagined Barty being as submissive as he was. It just didn’t seem to work. It didn’t fit! But his curiosity was getting the better of him. He clenched his fist and looked at Barty’s hot asshole, musk practically gushing from it like steam from a freshly baked pie. Puro approached slowly, nervously; any confidence that he had was lost in translation. He fell to his knees and looked over his target.

“Oh ho. Puppy is gonna go for it,” Barty teased. “Do it. Fuck me proper, Puro.”

What does he mean by that? Proper? Oh no, I’m gonna do it wrong! Oh no… Puro fell forward, his body overheating with nerves. He splatted against Barty’s behind.

“PURO!”

He could hear Barty’s voice as if miles away, struggling to pick him up, as his body was liquid and pooled on the floor.

Artichoke.

*\t\t*\t\t*

Everything was hazy. A throbbing pain was resonating within Puro’s gooey head. He groaned. He was on the bed, but something was cradling him. Something furry and firm.

“Puro!” A brown figure was above him: it couldn’t have been anyone other than Barty. No one’s big, firm hands could have been that delicate with him. “You’re ok.”

“I think so?” He grasped his head, noting that the white had drained from his body. “Sorry, I, I…”

“No, I’m sorry. I pushed you too hard.” Barty didn’t give him the chance to apologize. It wasn’t Puro’s fault in the first place. “I shouldn’t have done that so fast. Not everyone is as resilient as I am.” He stroked Puro’s head, the slick goo coating his hand.

All Puro could do was blush. God damn it, why is he so hot? Barty was always an infinite well of patience. A rock. As emotionally dense as he could be, he was always there when Puro needed him. Honestly, it was a shame he was already claimed. “No. It’s ok.” He sat up and found that he was in Barty’s lap. His blush deepened. Barty’s soft cock was sinking into his side a little bit. “It was just a lot at once, is all.” How was he going to broach this? “I still want to, if you, want to, that is.” Puro paused, trying to gauge Barty’s feelings on the matter. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know I kinda ruined the mood and-”

Barty delicately pressed his fore and middle fingers to Puro’s chin and turned his head to the side. The two were looking each other dead in the eyes. Barty’s intense, smoky blue eyes wouldn’t break contact with his pure white irises. “I still want to.” Barty leaned in. Their lips met. Barty’s moist tongue entered Puro’s mouth, searching for the gooey appendage, yearning to coil around it and taste the inner goo of Puro’s mouth. But Puro was slowly getting overwhelmed again. He was frozen, not sure how to react.

Then he thought. When was the last time they had done something like this? Maybe once or twice they kissed, but that was while he was getting relentlessly fucked, teased, toyed with, or something else. This was different. Intimate even. Just him and Barty. He closed his eyes and let it happen.

Barty found Puro’s tongue and dextrously slid underneath it, teaching the submissive goo-wolf how to french while not under duress.

Time seemed to slow down as the two simply enjoyed it. Barty reached for Puro’s cock and delicately rubbed it, ushering the knotted member out from its sheath. The moans leaking from Puro’s mouth only made the slow, sensual moment more satisfying.

Puro suddenly felt Barty’s strong hands grasp his length. “OH!” He grasped Barty’s knees. How was this man, with such strong and rough hands, so delicate? His red rocket was so sensitive that the slightest touch from Barty’s hand sent tingles up his non-existent spine.

Barty pulled his tongue out of his mouth, goo coating his lips. He licked his lips and smirked. “Are you ready for me?” He pressed his forehead to Puro’s. “Is puppy ready to fuck Daddy?” Puro nodded wordlessly. “Good boy.” He lifted Puro from his lap and returned to all fours. “Now, take it slow. Daddy hasn’t been properly penetrated in a while.” In the low light, Puro could see the musk spilling from Barty’s gaping ass. Hearts filled his eyes as he grasped Barty’s plump asscheeks and sniffed his prize. Sweat, unwashed cum, and the slightest aroma of scat. What a gift for a Good Boy like Puro. “Now, shove that tongue deep in there.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Puro’s long, gooey muscle glazed the entrance like a donut before sliding in. The flavors that awaited him were beyond compare. He couldn’t even put it into words! One thing was for sure: his cock was the most honest and telling part of his body. Gooey precum was dripping like a leaking faucet. Puro’s tongue snaked deeper and deeper into Barty’s body; whatever he came across was instantly absorbed into his body.

“Ho…” Barty moaned softly, his front half falling onto the bed. “Fuck, go deeper.” At last, the dom was showing his submissive side, but only a glimpse. Puro continued to drive his tongue even further into his cavernous body, the various twists and turns giving him more flavors to savor.

When at last Puro had had enough, and he suspected Barty was loose, he slowly returned his tongue to his mouth. “Alright,” he took a deep breath, standing on the bed and bending his knees. “I’m ready.” His shaft definitely was; it was throbbing and begging to penetrate the Otter’s hole. Now that it was completely lubricated, it would be a swift plunge inside. “Remember the safe word.”

“Artichoke.”

“Ok, I’m going in.” Puro grasped Barty’s hips firmly as he considered what he was about to do. At last, he was having a go at Barty. At last, he could fuck the guy who had destroyed his hole so many times. But more importantly, it was out of love and respect. Pressing the tip of his member to Barty’s gooey entrance, he slowly slid it inside. Barty’s low groan of satisfaction told him that he was doing well so far. Keep going. A few more inches to go. Five to be exact. Six inches of knotted cock just for Barty. He listened to his partner, keeping in mind any noises he made that sounded remotely pained. Bliss washed over his body as his cock went deeper and deeper. Barty’s warmth was spreading up his cock and into his body.

When he reached his knot, Puro hesitated for a moment. I shouldn’t.

“Save it for last. Fuck me good and hard, Puro.”

That answers that. Pulling back to the tip of his tapered cock, he thrust back in. Barty let out a higher-pitched moan. He didn’t hold back as Puro continued. As Barty promised, this is the one time anyone would get to see him in a submissive, moaning position. Puro was almost too focused to notice! Back and forth. In and out. He was focusing intently and maintaining a rhythm and not cumming immediately. “Oh, god. You’re so tight, Barty.”

“I don’t, OH, get any action down there, very often,” Barty struggled to spit out between Puro’s thrusts. “You’re doing so good. Fuck me harder. FASTER!” Puro obeyed, letting himself go. Doubling his efforts, he pulled Barty closer as he thrust forward, increasing the pleasure twofold. This was a bad idea. It only brought him closer to cumming. The sensations of his goo, heated by Barty’s body, surrounding his cock, were nearly too much for his dick to manage.                            

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Knot me, Puppy!” Barty shouted with lust dripping from his words. “Fill Daddy with your seed. Mark him as yours!”

And with that, Puro gave one last, powerful thrust, shoving his knot into Barty. The two were stuck together as Puro’s goo spewed from his cock and filled the submissive otter with hot spunk. Barty could feel his belly inflating as Puro let loose. The two moaned in unison, letting their depravity take the wheel. Puro dug his hips deeper into Barty’s ass, the silly thought of getting him pregnant crossing his mind. Little gooey otters running around.

Puro fainted again, his cock still shooting seed into Barty.

“Oh no, not again.” Barty sighed as he lay there, letting his massive belly fill. Carefully, he flipped over and spun Puro around so he was lying on his own inflated belly. Even now, there was no escaping post sex cuddling. When he woke up, there would be a steaming hot otter there, warming him up, maybe still stuck to him. “Good boy, Puro.” He kissed his forehead as the two lay down to rest.
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