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NSFW\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nBandit clicked his seatbelt and stuck his nose out the open window. \"Love ya, kids; gotta boogie!\"\n\n\"Bye, Dad!\" Bingo smiled, bright as a button, and gave a shy, but brave, wave.\n\n\"Have fun, bro— Hey!\" Stripe's farewell was cruelly struck down by a foam pool noodle to the muzzle.\n\n\"Sorry, Uncle Stripe!\" Brandishing said pool noodle, Bluey resumed jousting with her cousin. \"I challenge you again, Sir Muffin!\"\n\nSeizing his chance to escape, he pulled out of his brother's driveway. The car puttered down the road, rattling with dropped cups and toys.\n\nThe first stage of his weekend complete, Bandit yapped to his dashboard. \"Okay, phone: play music.\"\n\n\"Now playing Chunky Chimp's Adventures: The Album…\" The stereo cheerily blasted out the ballad of a misunderstood young cartoon chimpanzee, already in progress.\n\nHis eyebrows dropped. \"Okay, phone. Very funny. Play *Bandit's* music.\"\n\n\"Now playing Respect for All Lifeforms…\" The indie rock riffs of Custard grooved through the car. He'd barely gotten to listen to this new album.\n\n\"Much betta.\" New tunes had started to pile up the last half-dozen years. He had some catching up to do if he wanted to know it as thoroughly as the Polly Puppy theme song, which his pride very much wished. As he motored back home, he started a wiggly dance in his seat. \"And these are the days that the mathematicians fear-ear-ear!\" His blue paws drummed on the steering wheel. \"Will we ever —ugh!— be that funky again? Will we ever —oh yeah!— be that funky again?\"\n\nThe music muted as his phone rang on the dash. Seeing Chilli's face on the screen, he hit the accept button. \"You've reached the Brisbane getaway car. Please, state the bank branch you wish to rob.\"\n\n\"Bandit?\" His wife's voice echoed through the abnormally-quiet car.\n\n\"Ma'am, please, my phone isn't designed for calls from such pretty ladies. It tends to —chsssssssssssssshk— short out. Oh —chsssssssssssssshk— biscuits, there it goes already. You must be one pretty lady.\" \n\n\"Bandit Heeler, you are a flirt.\"\n\n\"You know, I've spent my whole life thinking I was a dog, but that would explain a lot.\"\n\nShe chuckled, then her tone turned as serious as a checked bag limit. \"I just got off the phone with Frisky. The whole wedding's been postponed!\"\n\n\"What? Wowsers.\"\n\n\"Yeah, the bride has mange.\"\n\nHe winced. \"Yikes. The 49-dog-year itch.\" Gripping both paws on the steering wheel, he resisted the urge to scratch. \"Speaking of mites, guess I'll go pick the kids back up.\"\n\n\"You already dropped them off?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Muffin was on a rampage because a rhinestone came off her tiara. You ever wonder if Bingo's missing terrible twos went to her? She's in at least her second year.\"\n\n\"…You don't *have* to.\"\n\nThe city rolled by his windows. \"Have to what, love?\"\n\n\"You don't *have* to pick the kids back up.\" Uncertainty tinged her voice.\n\n\"Whoa, what a concept.\" He glanced at the phone, as if her contact picture could see him. His eyebrow crooked. \"Ever?\"\n\n\"Bandit Heeler!\" She chided him, chuckling. \"We are not abandoning our pups!\"\n\nHe smirked. \"Look, I'm just saying: between the two of them and the two of us, we've put in twenty years of parenting. I'm sure they'll make their way in the world.\"\n\n\"Just come home.\" A series of scuffs and light growls of effort echoed through the phone. \"I need your paleontology expertise to date this jam-and-cheese toastie I'm excavating from the bottom of the kitchen counter.\"\n\n\"If its sell-by date was less than 12,018 years ago, I'm not qualified to say.\"\n\n\"See you soon, babe.\"\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nThis Bluey fanfiction is called: \"Kidless Weekend.\"\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nChilli made a valiant effort to tidy the living room. She had sifted about half the debris into toys and rubbish when she heard the front door open.\n\nDancing the locomotion into the room with a steady erection, Bandit chugged up to her and traced his nose along hers for a smoochy-kiss. His eyes sparkled with an invitation to play. \"Hey there, sexy lady.\" He waggled his hips back and forth. That fluffy sheath swayed back and forth, anchored by his balls, which bounced against one thigh then the other. \"I am hot for what you got and ready to knot.\"\n\nThe tan dog rolled her eyes. \"It is *so* like you to barge in here just when I was finally making some headway on chores.\"\n\n\"Oh right. Chores. I'll get crackin' then.\" With a sultry expression, her husband sauntered backward while tracing his hands through his own thick blue fur. He made various noises with his mouth that approximated music. \"Unz-unz-unz-unz, whacka-whacka-wahhhh.\" He squatted with a seductive pout and wagged the various breakfast cereal bits and a parade of Lego figurines off the end table.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Chilli attempted to put on her serious face, but it didn't fit properly.\n\nHe lifted his hands to either side and whacked his tail against the table lamp. \"What does it look like? I'm dustin' the table.\"\n\nShe stifled a snicker. \"With your bum?\"\n\n\"With my tail, thank you very much.\" He huffed with mock insult, then held up the appendage and pointed to it. \"We Heeler boys have very luscious tails, suitable even for light dusting.\"\n\nSetting down an armload of plush critters, she lifted a hand to his chest fluff. He was cute, she had to give him that.\n\nA cheeky grin spread on his sturdy muzzle. His chest puffed under her touch. \"I knew you'd see it my way.\"\n\nShe shoved him onto the sofa.\n\nHe landed with a woof. His eyes went wide with intrigued surprise. An unseen toy squeaked under his weight.\n\nHands braced on his thighs, she knelt with playful growl. Her muzzle tilted up to his. \"So, just what were you thinking, Mr. Heeler?\" Her fingertip circled the entrance of his sheath and orbited his upright canine dick.\n\n\"Umm, well…\" Legs spread around the kneeling dog, Bandit's hand curled fondly along the smooth fur between his wife's silky ears. That expensive conditioner was making a difference, he had to admit. \"I dunno if I had ideas beyond 'get stiffy, show wife.'\"\n\n\"Well, I've got an idea for you…\" Chili's fingers traced over his sheath, pulling it back down his length, already showing the first swell of a knot. Her paw pads pressed the supple flesh against the back of that bulge, sending jolts of pleasure through her husband. That red length throbbing against the side of her muzzle, she drew back and let her long canine tongue drag along the underside—her smiling eyes never leaving his.\n\n\"Mmmmf!\" He shuddered, dripping precum onto her pink tongue. \"Is— Hah! …Is it squeezey-pleasey?\"\n\nShe nodded, eyeing his dick with a wag. \"Yeah, it's squeezey-pleasey.\" Every word puffed hot breath across his bare tip, a shimmer of sensation, making him twitch and drip. Her muzzle slid over his cock, wet heat smooth across every surface. Those magic fingers worked the back of his knot, using his sheath to do so, now and then joined by the flicking tip of her tongue.\n\nThe world got a little hazy for the blue horndog. His own tongue lolled out at the stimulation. \"Oh cheese and crackers…\"\n\nHer eyes remained locked on his. She didn't need to look down for her tongue to loll its way back onto his twitching length. The salty tang of his precum greeted her as she licked across the tip.\n\nBandit twitched on the cushions. A delicate whine escaped his blocky muzzle. Somewhere under his shifting bum, that toy reinflated with a slow squeak.\n\nHis wife panted down the shaft of his cock. She was rewarded with a light pulse of fresh flavor on her tongue as she lowered her muzzle onto him. That silky smooth texture greeted her tongue, a sensation that had crept into her thoughts plenty of times over the last few busy weeks.\n\nThe blue heeler whined with need. Those thick white paws rose to his fluffy chest in an unconscious request for her to continue. His heels pushed along the rug as he braced against the pleasure.\n\nShe wagged. Her husband could be too loud at times, but she appreciated all this clear feedback when she had his cock in her mouth. She gave a light suck and started bobbing her head. A particular pulse of his knot reminded her paw pads to wiggle behind it.\n\nAgainst her knuckles, eager balls jumped a little in his supple sack. The larger canine huffed and moaned. His breath stirred the fur of her ears, which of course stayed upright to listen. Her tail swished behind her, set in faster motion by the sounds.\n\n\"Uuuuuuuuhh!\" His hips bucked up toward her smiling muzzle. Heavy paws traced through her silken pelt. \"Chilli… I— Arf!\"\n\nHer tongue traced around and around his cock. Her fingers wiggled around the base to tease the sheath up and down and press it against the underside of his bulge. On her shallower motions, her lips kissed that handsome knot; on deeper ones, she traced over the front of it with her lips. Her curvy hips wiggled as she started feeling wet from blowing her spouse.\n\nBandit's raised paws clutched to fists. His stocky frame shivered on the sofa. His bum tensed as he restrained the instinct to hump his wife's affectionate muzzle. He whimpered on the edge of orgasm.\n\nShe squeezed his knot hard.\n\nThe blue canine's mouth hung open in increasingly desperate panting. At last, he tensed. \"Ch— Chilliawooooooooooooooooooooooooo!\"\n\nHer eyes went wide. Not just from the pulse of thick cum across the roof of her mouth, but also because they had for years had to keep their lovemaking quiet. An instant later, she realized the kids were out, just in time to swallow. The heat of his cum coursed down her throat.\n\n\"Hah! Oh man… Whew…\" He rubbed her scruff. \"Great stuff, babe. Wow… You still got it.\"\n\nShe sat up and traced a tongue along her Bandit-flavored lips. \"You know, your cum tastes better than I remember.\"\n\nThrough the haze of afterglow, he shone a smarmy smirk. \"I must be gettin' sweeter on you as the years go by.\"\n\n\"Aww.\" She nuzzled his retreating dick.\n\n\"Also, I ate a whole carton of ice cream this morning.\" He shrugged.\n\n\"Bandit!\" She laughed into his thigh. \"You have to leave some for the littles.\"\n\n\"It was double-shot mocha! The kids all said it tasted like mud.\"\n\n\"Does Stripe know you raided his ice cream supply?\"\n\n\"He needed the room in his freezer for the ice lolly castle.\"\n\nShe sat up straighter. \"Oh no.\"\n\n\"What? Did I get it on the cushions?\" He looked around for canine cream on the peach sofa.\n\n\"No. It's worse…\" She tipped forward to rest her forehead against him with shame. \"No. It's worse…\" She tipped forward to rest her forehead against him with shame. \"I think we're out of practice with this sort of thing.\"\n\n\"What'd you mean?\"\n\nShe buried her face in his stomach, pliant with pudge and plush. \"You called my finger wiggles a 'squeezey-pleasey' and I just rolled with that. It didn't even register as weird.\"\n\nHe patted her shoulder. \"It's the kids' fault. We're always talking too clean around them.\"\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nOnce the couple recovered, they got up from the sofa with a relieved squeak from the unseen toy, then headed to the kitchen and resolved to pour themselves adult beverages. Hydration was important, they agreed, especially since the subtropical summer didn't wait for them to shed their winter coats. Granted, his panting wasn't entirely from the heat.\n\nPerched on a step-stool, Bandit poked his nose into the last of the cabinets. \"Look, I'm on a mission to make this weekend as adult as possible.\"\n\n\"It's been pretty adult so far.\" Leaning against the sink, Chilli appreciated that this stage of the search had raised her husband's bum to eye level. She considered grabbing it, but didn't want him to fall to his doom. \n\nHe sniffed into another shelf and sneezed at the dust. \"I coulda sworn we bought booze at some point…\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"We did, but then we had kids.\" Opening the fridge, she fetched a pitcher of pink lemonade and poured it into the ice waiting in two indestructible cups. Every step reminded her of the wet heat that lingered between her thighs. \n\nA quick tug on his tail drew the dog's attention downward. He hopped to the floor. His eyes darted to the closing fridge, as if a sunny yellow can of XXXX Gold had descended there from the heavens since his last inspection. A sigh slumped his stocky frame. \"We were party animals at one point, right?\"\n\n\"Oh yeah, the wildest.\" She handed him a consolation soft drink. \n\nHe took a swig, the ice clinking bluntly against the plastic confines. \"We were unstoppable at charades.\"\n\n\"We do tend to pick up on each other's signals.\" Her tail brushed the cupboard doors as she tilted eyebrows in his direction over the neon rim of the cup.\n\nHis ear twitched, at least partly catching her flirtatious transmission. \"No karaoke machine was safe.\" His free paw lifted to the cityscape beyond. \n\nShe downed the last of her lemonade, but she could still smell Bandit on her breath. The steady sway of her tail jostled her bum, teasing her just enough to make her wiggle in place, claws clicking as paws padded on the floor. \"I can still get you to howl now and then.\" Setting her cup aside, she ambled up nose-to-nose with him. \n\nHis muzzle angled down to hers as his eyes widened. \"H-hey, Chilli dog.\"\n\n\"Hey...\" Whispering through his whiskers, she puffed hot breath along his lips. A lemon-fresh tongue lapped out to drag under his chin. \n\nWith an unsteady giggle, the larger canine found himself pinned to the counter. \"Something on your mind?\"\n\n\"Same thing that was just in my mouth.\" Her tan fluff pressed to his blue. Up on tip-toes, she nuzzled the pink inside his ear, depositing a soft growl there. \"You.\"\n\nBandit's ears flicked down with a pleased whimper. A goofy, lopsided smile spread over his muzzle. \n\nShe pressed her black nose to his. Her lips delivered some serious smoochy-kisses. \n\nRemembering kissing was a team sport, Bandit fumbled down his drink, which tumbled into the sink. He found more success wrapping his arms around her. His fingers traced the scruff of her neck, claws scrubbing lightly through her pelt as she licked her way to his tongue. It was cold from the iced drink, but her eager canine lust warmed it back up for him. Within a few seconds, they were officially making out against the counter top. \n\nMuch as she loved having their kiddos around, the lack of alone time with Bandit meant she was one pent up pup. She hadn't gotten enough of him and now she couldn't get enough. That didn't stop her trying. She wanted him all over. Her whole body worked against his, mingling their fur. She wanted more of his scent. Her cold nose pressed to his chest with a deep breath. She wanted to taste more of him. Her tongue traced the smooth, broad width of his.\n\nFor his part, Bandit enjoyed the attention. He had a very enthusiastic lady running her paws through his thick pelt, petting him like the good boy he was. His tail swept an arch on the cupboard door like a windscreen wiper on the fastest setting. He shivered into her kisses, his burly frame bending back onto the counter like a big blue tube of cookie dough.\n\nShe took his hand and led it down between her legs. Then, to clear up any confusion, she humped it until every one of his paw pads were slippery with canine arousal. Grinding her clit into his palm, she growled into his neck ruff. \n\nStill catching his breath from the kisses, Bandit's gaze was hazy with pleasure as he looked down to her crotch and started tracing a fingertip up and down her slit. He started a few times to say something, but sunk back into primal panting. Something hot and hard poked her arm. In spite of the recent blowjob, the tip of his cock made a cameo appearance. It poked pink from its sheath. That was a quick recovery. Maybe he'd been too busy to lend himself a paw the last few days. Maybe the girls had kept him too busy. Or maybe he just liked having his horny wife hump his hand that much. \n\nThe sight made her squeeze her thighs on his hand, but she managed to spread them apart again with only a low whine. Her instincts yowled for her to grip his fingers there and thrust against them, but she knew he needed space to move them for the real fun to start. \n\nA couple fingers took turns pressing into her. She took a wider stance, allowing him to get the fur of his fingers wet, so he could move more slickly. She was rewarded by him doing that bicycling motion while fingering her fully. She pressed her face to the curve of his neck, where it fit so perfectly.\n\nShe had long attributed his manual dexterity to video games. He'd claimed various fighting game combos worked on her, but when she looked them up online they never seemed to map to what he did down there. And yet she couldn't believe he was just button-mashing. \n\nUnfortunately for her line of reasoning, he started doing the maneuver where he rumbled his knuckles along her clit like he was rolling a coin across them and all coherent thought canceled immediately. A happy yap shot from the bottom of her lungs, leaving her muzzle spread in a delicate and lingering gasp. \n\nLost in bliss, she was next aware of him tracing his pinky finger up and down her entrance while getting his thumb to do a sort of vibration on her nub. One of her fancier toys needed two motors to shake like that. He was doing it by wiggling his thumb and over-tensing his arm, at least as far as she could see through a blur of delight.\n\nNext, he got serious. She grabbed hold of his fur to keep from falling over into a shuddering puddle. In a vivid flash, she was reminded of his ability to make a hand-puppet break-dance. His hand, larger than hers, was able to reach her G-spot and clit at the same time at a different angle than hers had ever managed. The wet sound of her husband's paw between her legs, getting wetter all the time, made her toes curl against the cool kitchen floor. \n\n\"B-Bandiiiiiiiit!\" Eyes shut, she howled with pleasure. The howl was directed into his fur, of course, so as not to scandalize the neighbors to either side. She shivered on his hand, the seconds stretching out before her, rocking on waves of ecstasy, until finally she slumped against him. Whether she had one orgasm with several bursts of pleasure or two quite close together, she couldn't say—not that she could say much coherently at the moment. Now and again, a tremor of delayed rapture would translate through her, but his arm held her upright. She had his other hand clamped so hard between her legs that she had a backup means of avoiding the floor. \n\nOnce the kitchen stopped wobbling under her, she moaned into his chest fluff, which felt particularly luxurious. \n\nHis hand released at last, her husband cupped her cheek and lifted her face into a nuzzle. She could smell her own arousal on it. And she could feel his poking against her stomach, right through the fur to leak a little precum straight onto the skin beneath. \n\nChilli glanced up at him with dogged adoration. Her tail wagged higher and higher. \"Bed?\"\n\nA bright expression dawned across his face. \"Race ya.\"\n\nShe kissed him hard. Feeling him throb against her as she lapped at his tongue, she realized this was how one is meant to start a race. She eased back, but the damage was done. Bandit was once again a waggy mess. She staggered, finding herself just as much a mess—in particular where he'd been showing off his fine motor skills. Leaning on each other for support, they wobbled off. They made it all the way to the landing before they ran into the coral-pink sofa. \n\nDizzy from smooches, scents, and sensations, Bandit toppled over backward on the chaise-lounge section. \"Ooof! Help me up, love?\" He reached up a paw, but the firm red cock sticking up from his sheath was what got his wife's attention. \n\n\"Ohhh, no.\" Her chuckle verged on a growl as she climbed onto him. \"I've got you right where I want you.\" \n\nBandit wiggled with anticipation under her as he was straddled. \n\nReaching down, Chilli grabbed her husband's dick and gave it a few strokes of encouragement. Her gaze flashed at him from sultry eyes, her voice low and confident. \"Ready to get ridden, hon?\"\n\nThe larger dog whimpered with desire. His hips bucked up into her grasp. His tail swished under hers. \"Uh-huh!\"\n\nInching up, she raised her slit level with his tip, then dragged it through her wet and tender folds. \"You want it? Hmm?\"\n\nAlmost horny beyond words, he managed to squeak out an answer between clenched teeth and needy whines: \"Yes, please!\" \n\nShe sank down into him. For the first time in far too long, her lips pressed to his pushed-back sheath. He felt so hot and slick in her after all this fooling around. \n\n\"Oh my gosh!\" Bandit gasped, balls deep in his wife. Shaky paws found their way to her hips and urged her on. \n\nShe bounced on the sofa, glad they'd sprung for a sectional with this much padding. Much easier on the knees when fucking a hunky doggy. \n\nA combination of tightness from not fucking in a while, the knot swelling too fast from not fucking in a while, and a lack of team synchronization from not fucking in a while meant Chilli was not getting his knot in her no matter how eagerly she bounced. However, it didn't stop her from learning forward to grind her clit on it and get some bonus smoochy-kisses. \n\nThe handsome boy dog under her huffed as her every downward motion pressed the breath from him and urged him to spurt his cum into her. He gripped her hips hard and moaned into her muzzle softly.\n\nShe might not get knotted, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy his knot. She reached between it and his balls, then cupped his bared bulge with her fingers and worked it up into her soaked slit. \n\nBandit shuddered. Powerful hips thrust up into her and lifted her off the cushion. A twitch of his dick heralded the first shot of canine cum squirting against her walls. He lay back, twitching and whimpering, rolling his hips along hers for maximum stimulation. \n\nThe tan canine sat up to watch the show. Her hand found its way to her clit. She rubbed it against that pulsing and swelling knot. With a trembled bark, she tensed her muscles on him in rippling pleasure. \n\nThe pair watched each other orgasm with echoing shudders. They panted together in the rare quiet of the den. \n\n\"Wackadoo…\" His chest rose and fell under her paws. \"I didn't know I had another one in me...\"\n\n\"Well, you sure got it into me.\" Mrs. Heeler waggled her hips side to side so his dick slid along her walls, gliding on a layer of fresh canine spunk.\n\nHis softening knot twitched a little harder beneath her. \"And you were worried you couldn't talk sexy anymore?\" He scratched fondly under her chin. \n\nHer fingers buried in his chest fluff, her passage stuffed full of his dick. Eyes closed, she enjoyed his touch, even as her ears tipped down with embarrassment at his praise. \"Okay, maybe I just had a rough start.\"\n\n\"You can be that rough with me anytime, hot stuff.\"\n\n\"Better watch yourself, Bandit Heeler. I'm liable to get wild with you.\" She leaned forward and booped her nose to his, tail a blur. \n\n\"Alright, but this time *I* get to be She-Ra. You know Catra's visor pinches my ears.\" He wiggled them tenderly.\n\n\"I'd forgotten about those. You did look good in tights.\"\n\nThe Heeler herd had recently attended a comic convention and dressed for the occasion. Chilli had, under the influence of a triple Please Face, purchased costumes. She had donned She-Ra regalia for the first time since the 80s. Bandit had been out-voted into wearing a matching cat girl outfit. Bingo wore a Kowl onesie, who proved a tame enough character to inspire quirkiness in place of predation. And Bluey had, after much side-eye, been allowed to break the theme by going as Chutney Chimp, who had once again switched places with Chunky Chimp as her cartoon primate of choice. \n\nBandit pouted at being seen in public with fur chalk and plastic claws, though the voluminous wig at least made him feel like a rock ‘n roller. But convention-goers like a bit of grumpiness in their Catras, so he proved popular. This Catra's willingness to kiss She-Ra on demand for photos had only increased their popularity. Flirting ensued. The only thing that had stopped them from frantic cosplay sex when they got home from the con was that they had been at a con the whole day with two kids. \n\n\"I coulda at least gone as Swift Wind.\" He shrugged under her, his grin smarmy. \"After all, I'm already hung like a stallion.\"\n\n\"And have the ego of one.\" Grinning too, she tapped a fingertip on his nose.\n\n\"I think I'm justified there. I just came twice in under an hour.\"\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nIn their bedroom, Chilli hopped onto the bed bum-first. Arms propped on the sheets, she leaned forward with a wag. \"We can't just have sex the whole weekend.\"\n\n\"Au contraire, mon piment.\" Her husband danced into the room, tracing his body to the door frame in a sensual slide. He cast her a flirty look. \"Aside from snacks and bathroom breaks. We could double-book the shower, save time.\" He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. \n\nHer passage tensed at the memory of shower sex. The hot water always helped her relax and take his knot. How long had it been anyway? \"We should do more than one type of adult activity.\"\n\n\"What? Like ghost hunting?\"\n\n\"How is that adult?\" \n\n\"Well, we wouldn't let the kids do it. They'd be up past their bedtime.\"\n\n\"I was thinking more like a movie.\" She nabbed the tablet from the nightstand drawer. Her paw pulled up the streaming app and dug through a spilled crayon box of recommended cartoons. \n\n\"Rated R for righteous?\" He performed a series of kung fu movie punches and kicks that were as fast as lighting, give or take. \"What's that one that came out where each species of dinosaur has their own martial arts style?\"\n\n\"That…\" Her gaze narrowed. \"…isn't a real movie.\"\n\n\"Aww, man.\" He slumped a little. \"Was worth a shot.\"\n\nShe held up the tablet. A lone dog's back faced the camera, field hockey stick sling over her shoulders with the title, Home Turf, emblazoned across in a dramatic font. \"I've been meaning to watch that field hockey biopic.\"\n\n\"Hmm.\" He stroked his chin at the device. \"How many dinosaurs does it have?\"\n\nShe took his hand, then pulled him close to look up into his eyes. \"We'll have to watch it to find out.\"\n\nThey watched it together on the bed and had a cuddle. It had no detectable dinosaurs. However, it did have a plucky protagonist, injured during the championship game. Laid up in a hospital bed, in a full-body cast, she felt her career was over, but she heard the words of her partner cheering her on. A montage ensued of her doing physical therapy and training, followed by her coming back to win the big game. As the team celebrated, the music soared as her partner said she always believed in her. \n\nBandit cried joyful tears into his wife's pelt.\n\nShe patted his back. \"Aww, babe…\"\n\n\"Don't mind me.\" He sniffed. \"I've just got something in my heart.\"\n\nHer arms and legs wrapped around him. \"My big softy.\"\n\n\"I thought it was just gonna be about chasin' balls. I wasn't prepared.\"\n\n\"Yeah, the trailers really played up the hockey scenes. That actor really trained up. She has some solid technique.\"\n\nBandit peeked up from his wife's chest fluff, having largely composed himself. \"Gonna try some of it out on the field?\"\n\n\"Well, I was thinking of her smooching technique specifically.\" She ran a claw down his spine. \n\n\"Oh? Ooooh, you mean the thing where she slipped her girlfriend tongue, while…\" An eager shiver interrupted him. \n\nShe nodded. \"…while scratching under her chin?\" Her fingers combed his neck ruff. \"Would you maybe wanna try it?\"\n\n\"Maybe…\" He chuckled with a waggish wag.\n\nAs the credits still rolled, she bumped her nose to his and dragged her claws gently against the fur of his jaw. Light kisses followed. Her tongue slipped past his lips to softly tease. Dramatic music continued from the tablet. What was a sports biopic for if not to inspire the audience? \n\nHe rolled onto her and pressed her onto the mattress with the full weight of a fluffy blue dad-bod. That blocky muzzle pressed to hers. Smooth and warm, his tongue traced over hers. \n\nLegs spreading around him and tail smacking the sheets, Chilli Heeler panted her every breath to his. Her muzzle turned to let him kiss deeper. Urged on by desire, her hips bucked up to his.\n\nAfter tracing his long canine tongue up along the roof of her mouth, he paused for a breather, propped on his arms and smiling down at her. Hard and hot, his cock pressed to her leg, precum seeping into the fur. \"Okay, yeah, that's pretty good.\"\n\n\"You know what else would be pretty good?\" Reaching down, her fingers curled around his bared shaft. She angled it so the drippy tip dragged up and down her slit. \n\nA wordless whine escaped his thick muzzle.\n\n\"What'd ya say, Bandit?\" Her fingers wiggled on either side of his fluffy sheath to drag it back and forth over his stiff length. \"You up for a little more practice?\"\n\n\"Uhh— Mmm!\" Her husband shivered at an especially nice rub on his length, accompanied by a wet noise as it slipped along her entrance. \"Uh-huh!\" \n\n\"Because I need something.\" She bent forward, her muzzle brushing his ear, her every word a low growl of lust. \"Your knot.\"\n\nThe larger dog trembled atop her and matched it with a throb in her grasp.\n\nWith a wag at the effect she was having, she pressed her nose to his and delivered a light smooch. \"That sound good to you?\"\n\nBandit nodded rapidly. \"That sounds pretty good, yes, actually.\"\n\n\"Okay. Lemme put this away.\" She took a brief pause to put the tablet on the nightstand, but then realized her current downward dog pose was quite similar to a canine presenting her bum to be mounted. She wiggled it while giving him a playful waggle of the eyebrows. \n\nBandit, already poking pink from his cream-furred sheath, took the hint. Rolling over like a good boy, he climbed on her back and did his best to hump her muzzle-first into the pillows. His growls and grunts echoed through the room as he pumped her full of thick doggy dick. No need to be quiet when they were alone in the house for once. \n\n\"Oh yeah! Please! Keep going!\" She reached between her spread thighs to feel where his length was slicking in and out of her. Trembling fingers barely had time to rub her clit before she shivered and yapped, squirming under him as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. Orgasm overtook her, leaving her squirming under him and whimpering into the sheets. Her paws gripped a pillow, unfluffing it with all her might. \"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!\"\n\n\"Umf! Yeah! You feel so good squeezin' on my cock, Chill!\" Those sturdy paws gripped her waist, keeping her angled up just right as she squeezed down on him. He'd gotten back into form over the last few rounds of practice, knowing just when to time his last big thrust to press that knot firmly past her entrance. \n\nStretched and sensitive, she felt every pulse of his knot swelling within her. A body-wide shiver tugged on it, in case she needed confirmation she was fully stuck. Aftershocks of pleasure shuddered through her as her hunky husband spurted her full of canine cum. \"Oh… Oh wow…\" \n\nThey gasped as one: she as her orgasm faded to tender afterglow, he as his arose like the first beam of sun over the horizon, though quite a lot messier.\n\nKnotted firmly, Chilli panted on the bed. Her hips remained presented. Her passage was spread wide in all sorts of satisfying ways by a familiar bulge. \"Love you.\"\n\n\"Love ya —whew!— too, sweetie. Umf!\" Her husband huffed atop her. His bulk pressed her down into the mattress. Now and again, a shiver of his body or a throb of his knot announced another spurt of canine sperm pumped into her. \n\nShe wagged against her mate's stomach. All was right with the dog's world. \n\nFor quite a while, Chilli had no idea how long and that was quite nice for a change, they stayed stuck doggy style and enjoyed each other's company. \n\n\"Wackadoo! Whew…\" She panted, cobbling together a thought or two. \"I haven't cum that hard in a while.\"\n\nA satisfied growl at her scruff set off shivers through her whole body. Between his stocky frame and his secure knot, he didn't let her shiver very far—not that she minded. \n\nBut they hadn't heard the last of the tablet. The Faceytalk ringtone interrupted with a flutter of synthesized xylophone. \n\n\"No worries. I've got it.\" He eyed the tablet and rolled them both to the side. \n\n\"Bandit, no.\" Her voice rang resolute for a dog hauled backward by the knot inside her. She gave a somewhat less resolute whine of pleasure. \"Just… mmrrrmmfff! Let it ring, love.\"\n\nHe jerked a thumb at his smartphone, which was also blinking and plinking on the opposite nightstand. \"But it's doin' the thing where it rings on my phone and the tablet, so it gets stuck and rings forever.\" \n\n\"Okay, fine, but stop moving around. You're being very —umf!— distracting inside me.\"\n\n\"Distracting?\" He snickered. \n\n\"You know I can't think straight when you tie me!\"\n\nHumping in reverse and dragging her along by the muff, the big blue dog inched toward the buzzing tablet. \"I've juuuuuust gotta decline the call.\" \n\nHis wife was aware of them reaching the headboard and sitting up together, though the constant jostling of his cum-covered cock inside her meant she could only whimper with fullness and bliss. Her thighs pressed together as she was hauled onto his lap with a bump and a bounce, leaking a little of her passion onto his balls. \n\nHe grabbed the tablet, flipped it onto her lap, pressed the button, and smirked with relief at a hard job well done. \n\nThe table didn't make the hang up noise. It made the answer noise. \n\n\"Hullo!\" Bingo and Bluey popped merrily into full screen. \"Hi!\"\n\n\"H-h-h-hi, kids!\" Chilli's ears struggled to rise from being pressed flat by embarrassment. \"How's it going?\" She just had to play it cool.\n\nUnder her, Bandit moaned as her muscles squeezed his knot hard.\n\n\"We just called to say good night.\" Bingo hugged a plush bunny into frame. \n\nHer sister tilted her head. \"Why are you sitting on Dad's lap?\"\n\nA theory dawned on the younger pup, brightening her muzzle. \"Were you two tickling? Mum, did you win?\"\n\nTheir mother chuckled. \"Well…\"\n\nBandit, fresh off riding her, rode to her rescue. \"Yeah, she won.\"\n\nBingo's face scrunched up in deep thought. \"Dad? What do you and Mum *do* when we aren't there?\"\n\nThe blue-furred pup turned to her sister. \"Nothing, Bingo. They power down like robots when we go to bed.\"\n\nHer delicate muzzle dropped open, the tan puppy stood in awe of her older sibling's wisdom. \"Oooooooh! That makes sense.\"\n\nChilli propped her paws on her hips. \"Hey, wait up. We do not.\"\n\nBoth girls snickered.\n\nHer husband's free hand made slow-mo karate chops. His tone became mono. \"Affirmative, master! Mummy Robot and I are plugged in together to recharge. Beep-boop.\"\n\nThe girls squealed with delight at him playing along. \"Daddy Robot!\"\n\nTheir only parent with a sense of shame pressed a hand to her face.\n\nMeanwhile, the pups drew a robot face on top of their father.\n\n\"Are you girls having fun with Muffin and Socks?\"\n\n\"Yes. We're sleeping in laundry baskets because we're zoo animals.\" Bluey hoisted the phone to show the plastic enclosures, each made up with blankets and two containing cousins. \n\n\"We just called to make sure you weren't bored without us. And to say—\" Bingo waved her plush bunny's paw, her voice going velveteen soft. \"—goodnight.\"\n\n\"G'night, squirts.\"\n\nChilli blew kisses into the video call. \"Mwah! Mwah! Sweet dreams.\"\n\n\"Goodniiiiiiiight!\" Bluey sang operatically, then continued in the Queen's fanciest English. \"Mummy Robot and Daddy Robot, I will be switching you off now.\" With a cheeky smirk, she pressed the hang-up button. \n\nOnce the call ended, Chilli congratulated herself. \"I think we handled that pretty smoothly.\" \n\n\"Cool as a couple a' canine cucumbers, babe.\" He patted her shoulder, still sheath-deep in her. \n\nShe leaned forward to set the tablet down.\n\nHis knot popped free.\n\n\"Whah!\" Untied unexpectedly, she flopped snout-first onto the sheets with a shiver. \n\n\"Oh biscuits!\" Bandit yapped with overstimulated joy as he cock flipped up, bounced on his soft stomach, and splattered one final pulse of white cum into his black nose. \n\n~ ~ ~\n\nThis is the song Bandit is singing at the start. His voice actor is the lead singer in the band.\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzCJQkbGzMk\n\nArt: Slate\nhttps://www.furaffinity.net/user/slate\n\nEdits: Kohaku Nightfang, Traveling Song\n\nLocalization: Boltfan117\n\nBluey is just an amazing series. I've wanted to write a fanfic of it for a long time. I especially wanted to see Bandit and Chilli have a little fun together, since they're both such cuties.\n\n- Tempo\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Bluey: Kidless Weekend
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Chilli and Bandit get an unexpected weekend without the kiddos. NSFW

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Bandit clicked his seatbelt and stuck his nose out the open window. "Love ya, kids; gotta boogie!"

"Bye, Dad!" Bingo smiled, bright as a button, and gave a shy, but brave, wave.

"Have fun, bro— Hey!" Stripe's farewell was cruelly struck down by a foam pool noodle to the muzzle.

"Sorry, Uncle Stripe!" Brandishing said pool noodle, Bluey resumed jousting with her cousin. "I challenge you again, Sir Muffin!"

Seizing his chance to escape, he pulled out of his brother's driveway. The car puttered down the road, rattling with dropped cups and toys.

The first stage of his weekend complete, Bandit yapped to his dashboard. "Okay, phone: play music."

"Now playing Chunky Chimp's Adventures: The Album…" The stereo cheerily blasted out the ballad of a misunderstood young cartoon chimpanzee, already in progress.

His eyebrows dropped. "Okay, phone. Very funny. Play *Bandit's* music."

"Now playing Respect for All Lifeforms…" The indie rock riffs of Custard grooved through the car. He'd barely gotten to listen to this new album.

"Much betta." New tunes had started to pile up the last half-dozen years. He had some catching up to do if he wanted to know it as thoroughly as the Polly Puppy theme song, which his pride very much wished. As he motored back home, he started a wiggly dance in his seat. "And these are the days that the mathematicians fear-ear-ear!" His blue paws drummed on the steering wheel. "Will we ever —ugh!— be that funky again? Will we ever —oh yeah!— be that funky again?"

The music muted as his phone rang on the dash. Seeing Chilli's face on the screen, he hit the accept button. "You've reached the Brisbane getaway car. Please, state the bank branch you wish to rob."

"Bandit?" His wife's voice echoed through the abnormally-quiet car.

"Ma'am, please, my phone isn't designed for calls from such pretty ladies. It tends to —chsssssssssssssshk— short out. Oh —chsssssssssssssshk— biscuits, there it goes already. You must be one pretty lady."  

"Bandit Heeler, you are a flirt."

"You know, I've spent my whole life thinking I was a dog, but that would explain a lot."

She chuckled, then her tone turned as serious as a checked bag limit. "I just got off the phone with Frisky. The whole wedding's been postponed!"

"What? Wowsers."

"Yeah, the bride has mange."

He winced. "Yikes. The 49-dog-year itch." Gripping both paws on the steering wheel, he resisted the urge to scratch. "Speaking of mites, guess I'll go pick the kids back up."

"You already dropped them off?"

"Yeah. Muffin was on a rampage because a rhinestone came off her tiara. You ever wonder if Bingo's missing terrible twos went to her? She's in at least her second year."

"…You don't *have* to."

The city rolled by his windows. "Have to what, love?"

"You don't *have* to pick the kids back up." Uncertainty tinged her voice.

"Whoa, what a concept." He glanced at the phone, as if her contact picture could see him. His eyebrow crooked. "Ever?"

"Bandit Heeler!" She chided him, chuckling. "We are not abandoning our pups!"

He smirked. "Look, I'm just saying: between the two of them and the two of us, we've put in twenty years of parenting. I'm sure they'll make their way in the world."

"Just come home." A series of scuffs and light growls of effort echoed through the phone. "I need your paleontology expertise to date this jam-and-cheese toastie I'm excavating from the bottom of the kitchen counter."

"If its sell-by date was less than 12,018 years ago, I'm not qualified to say."

"See you soon, babe."

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This Bluey fanfiction is called: "Kidless Weekend."

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Chilli made a valiant effort to tidy the living room. She had sifted about half the debris into toys and rubbish when she heard the front door open.

Dancing the locomotion into the room with a steady erection, Bandit chugged up to her and traced his nose along hers for a smoochy-kiss. His eyes sparkled with an invitation to play. "Hey there, sexy lady." He waggled his hips back and forth. That fluffy sheath swayed back and forth, anchored by his balls, which bounced against one thigh then the other. "I am hot for what you got and ready to knot."

The tan dog rolled her eyes. "It is *so* like you to barge in here just when I was finally making some headway on chores."

"Oh right. Chores. I'll get crackin' then." With a sultry expression, her husband sauntered backward while tracing his hands through his own thick blue fur. He made various noises with his mouth that approximated music. "Unz-unz-unz-unz, whacka-whacka-wahhhh." He squatted with a seductive pout and wagged the various breakfast cereal bits and a parade of Lego figurines off the end table.

"What are you doing?" Chilli attempted to put on her serious face, but it didn't fit properly.

He lifted his hands to either side and whacked his tail against the table lamp. "What does it look like? I'm dustin' the table."

She stifled a snicker. "With your bum?"

"With my tail, thank you very much." He huffed with mock insult, then held up the appendage and pointed to it. "We Heeler boys have very luscious tails, suitable even for light dusting."

Setting down an armload of plush critters, she lifted a hand to his chest fluff. He was cute, she had to give him that.

A cheeky grin spread on his sturdy muzzle. His chest puffed under her touch. "I knew you'd see it my way."

She shoved him onto the sofa.

He landed with a woof. His eyes went wide with intrigued surprise. An unseen toy squeaked under his weight.

Hands braced on his thighs, she knelt with playful growl. Her muzzle tilted up to his. "So, just what were you thinking, Mr. Heeler?" Her fingertip circled the entrance of his sheath and orbited his upright canine dick.

"Umm, well…" Legs spread around the kneeling dog, Bandit's hand curled fondly along the smooth fur between his wife's silky ears. That expensive conditioner was making a difference, he had to admit. "I dunno if I had ideas beyond 'get stiffy, show wife.'"

"Well, I've got an idea for you…" Chili's fingers traced over his sheath, pulling it back down his length, already showing the first swell of a knot. Her paw pads pressed the supple flesh against the back of that bulge, sending jolts of pleasure through her husband. That red length throbbing against the side of her muzzle, she drew back and let her long canine tongue drag along the underside—her smiling eyes never leaving his.

"Mmmmf!" He shuddered, dripping precum onto her pink tongue. "Is— Hah! …Is it squeezey-pleasey?"

She nodded, eyeing his dick with a wag. "Yeah, it's squeezey-pleasey." Every word puffed hot breath across his bare tip, a shimmer of sensation, making him twitch and drip. Her muzzle slid over his cock, wet heat smooth across every surface. Those magic fingers worked the back of his knot, using his sheath to do so, now and then joined by the flicking tip of her tongue.

The world got a little hazy for the blue horndog. His own tongue lolled out at the stimulation. "Oh cheese and crackers…"

Her eyes remained locked on his. She didn't need to look down for her tongue to loll its way back onto his twitching length. The salty tang of his precum greeted her as she licked across the tip.

Bandit twitched on the cushions. A delicate whine escaped his blocky muzzle. Somewhere under his shifting bum, that toy reinflated with a slow squeak.

His wife panted down the shaft of his cock. She was rewarded with a light pulse of fresh flavor on her tongue as she lowered her muzzle onto him. That silky smooth texture greeted her tongue, a sensation that had crept into her thoughts plenty of times over the last few busy weeks.

The blue heeler whined with need. Those thick white paws rose to his fluffy chest in an unconscious request for her to continue. His heels pushed along the rug as he braced against the pleasure.

She wagged. Her husband could be too loud at times, but she appreciated all this clear feedback when she had his cock in her mouth. She gave a light suck and started bobbing her head. A particular pulse of his knot reminded her paw pads to wiggle behind it.

Against her knuckles, eager balls jumped a little in his supple sack. The larger canine huffed and moaned. His breath stirred the fur of her ears, which of course stayed upright to listen. Her tail swished behind her, set in faster motion by the sounds.

"Uuuuuuuuhh!" His hips bucked up toward her smiling muzzle. Heavy paws traced through her silken pelt. "Chilli… I— Arf!"

Her tongue traced around and around his cock. Her fingers wiggled around the base to tease the sheath up and down and press it against the underside of his bulge. On her shallower motions, her lips kissed that handsome knot; on deeper ones, she traced over the front of it with her lips. Her curvy hips wiggled as she started feeling wet from blowing her spouse.

Bandit's raised paws clutched to fists. His stocky frame shivered on the sofa. His bum tensed as he restrained the instinct to hump his wife's affectionate muzzle. He whimpered on the edge of orgasm.

She squeezed his knot hard.

The blue canine's mouth hung open in increasingly desperate panting. At last, he tensed. "Ch— Chilliawooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Her eyes went wide. Not just from the pulse of thick cum across the roof of her mouth, but also because they had for years had to keep their lovemaking quiet. An instant later, she realized the kids were out, just in time to swallow. The heat of his cum coursed down her throat.

"Hah! Oh man… Whew…" He rubbed her scruff. "Great stuff, babe. Wow… You still got it."

She sat up and traced a tongue along her Bandit-flavored lips. "You know, your cum tastes better than I remember."

Through the haze of afterglow, he shone a smarmy smirk. "I must be gettin' sweeter on you as the years go by."

"Aww." She nuzzled his retreating dick.

"Also, I ate a whole carton of ice cream this morning." He shrugged.

"Bandit!" She laughed into his thigh. "You have to leave some for the littles."

"It was double-shot mocha! The kids all said it tasted like mud."

"Does Stripe know you raided his ice cream supply?"

"He needed the room in his freezer for the ice lolly castle."

She sat up straighter. "Oh no."

"What? Did I get it on the cushions?" He looked around for canine cream on the peach sofa.

"No. It's worse…" She tipped forward to rest her forehead against him with shame. "No. It's worse…" She tipped forward to rest her forehead against him with shame. "I think we're out of practice with this sort of thing."

"What'd you mean?"

She buried her face in his stomach, pliant with pudge and plush. "You called my finger wiggles a 'squeezey-pleasey' and I just rolled with that. It didn't even register as weird."

He patted her shoulder. "It's the kids' fault. We're always talking too clean around them."

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Once the couple recovered, they got up from the sofa with a relieved squeak from the unseen toy, then headed to the kitchen and resolved to pour themselves adult beverages. Hydration was important, they agreed, especially since the subtropical summer didn't wait for them to shed their winter coats. Granted, his panting wasn't entirely from the heat.

Perched on a step-stool, Bandit poked his nose into the last of the cabinets. "Look, I'm on a mission to make this weekend as adult as possible."

"It's been pretty adult so far." Leaning against the sink, Chilli appreciated that this stage of the search had raised her husband's bum to eye level. She considered grabbing it, but didn't want him to fall to his doom.

He sniffed into another shelf and sneezed at the dust. "I coulda sworn we bought booze at some point…"

She chuckled. "We did, but then we had kids." Opening the fridge, she fetched a pitcher of pink lemonade and poured it into the ice waiting in two indestructible cups. Every step reminded her of the wet heat that lingered between her thighs.

A quick tug on his tail drew the dog's attention downward. He hopped to the floor. His eyes darted to the closing fridge, as if a sunny yellow can of XXXX Gold had descended there from the heavens since his last inspection. A sigh slumped his stocky frame. "We were party animals at one point, right?"

"Oh yeah, the wildest." She handed him a consolation soft drink.

He took a swig, the ice clinking bluntly against the plastic confines. "We were unstoppable at charades."

"We do tend to pick up on each other's signals." Her tail brushed the cupboard doors as she tilted eyebrows in his direction over the neon rim of the cup.

His ear twitched, at least partly catching her flirtatious transmission. "No karaoke machine was safe." His free paw lifted to the cityscape beyond.

She downed the last of her lemonade, but she could still smell Bandit on her breath. The steady sway of her tail jostled her bum, teasing her just enough to make her wiggle in place, claws clicking as paws padded on the floor. "I can still get you to howl now and then." Setting her cup aside, she ambled up nose-to-nose with him.

His muzzle angled down to hers as his eyes widened. "H-hey, Chilli dog."

"Hey..." Whispering through his whiskers, she puffed hot breath along his lips. A lemon-fresh tongue lapped out to drag under his chin.

With an unsteady giggle, the larger canine found himself pinned to the counter. "Something on your mind?"

"Same thing that was just in my mouth." Her tan fluff pressed to his blue. Up on tip-toes, she nuzzled the pink inside his ear, depositing a soft growl there. "You."

Bandit's ears flicked down with a pleased whimper. A goofy, lopsided smile spread over his muzzle.

She pressed her black nose to his. Her lips delivered some serious smoochy-kisses.

Remembering kissing was a team sport, Bandit fumbled down his drink, which tumbled into the sink. He found more success wrapping his arms around her. His fingers traced the scruff of her neck, claws scrubbing lightly through her pelt as she licked her way to his tongue. It was cold from the iced drink, but her eager canine lust warmed it back up for him. Within a few seconds, they were officially making out against the counter top.

Much as she loved having their kiddos around, the lack of alone time with Bandit meant she was one pent up pup. She hadn't gotten enough of him and now she couldn't get enough. That didn't stop her trying. She wanted him all over. Her whole body worked against his, mingling their fur. She wanted more of his scent. Her cold nose pressed to his chest with a deep breath. She wanted to taste more of him. Her tongue traced the smooth, broad width of his.

For his part, Bandit enjoyed the attention. He had a very enthusiastic lady running her paws through his thick pelt, petting him like the good boy he was. His tail swept an arch on the cupboard door like a windscreen wiper on the fastest setting. He shivered into her kisses, his burly frame bending back onto the counter like a big blue tube of cookie dough.

She took his hand and led it down between her legs. Then, to clear up any confusion, she humped it until every one of his paw pads were slippery with canine arousal. Grinding her clit into his palm, she growled into his neck ruff.

Still catching his breath from the kisses, Bandit's gaze was hazy with pleasure as he looked down to her crotch and started tracing a fingertip up and down her slit. He started a few times to say something, but sunk back into primal panting. Something hot and hard poked her arm. In spite of the recent blowjob, the tip of his cock made a cameo appearance. It poked pink from its sheath. That was a quick recovery. Maybe he'd been too busy to lend himself a paw the last few days. Maybe the girls had kept him too busy. Or maybe he just liked having his horny wife hump his hand that much.

The sight made her squeeze her thighs on his hand, but she managed to spread them apart again with only a low whine. Her instincts yowled for her to grip his fingers there and thrust against them, but she knew he needed space to move them for the real fun to start.

A couple fingers took turns pressing into her. She took a wider stance, allowing him to get the fur of his fingers wet, so he could move more slickly. She was rewarded by him doing that bicycling motion while fingering her fully. She pressed her face to the curve of his neck, where it fit so perfectly.

She had long attributed his manual dexterity to video games. He'd claimed various fighting game combos worked on her, but when she looked them up online they never seemed to map to what he did down there. And yet she couldn't believe he was just button-mashing.

Unfortunately for her line of reasoning, he started doing the maneuver where he rumbled his knuckles along her clit like he was rolling a coin across them and all coherent thought canceled immediately. A happy yap shot from the bottom of her lungs, leaving her muzzle spread in a delicate and lingering gasp.

Lost in bliss, she was next aware of him tracing his pinky finger up and down her entrance while getting his thumb to do a sort of vibration on her nub. One of her fancier toys needed two motors to shake like that. He was doing it by wiggling his thumb and over-tensing his arm, at least as far as she could see through a blur of delight.

Next, he got serious. She grabbed hold of his fur to keep from falling over into a shuddering puddle. In a vivid flash, she was reminded of his ability to make a hand-puppet break-dance. His hand, larger than hers, was able to reach her G-spot and clit at the same time at a different angle than hers had ever managed. The wet sound of her husband's paw between her legs, getting wetter all the time, made her toes curl against the cool kitchen floor.

"B-Bandiiiiiiiit!" Eyes shut, she howled with pleasure. The howl was directed into his fur, of course, so as not to scandalize the neighbors to either side. She shivered on his hand, the seconds stretching out before her, rocking on waves of ecstasy, until finally she slumped against him. Whether she had one orgasm with several bursts of pleasure or two quite close together, she couldn't say—not that she could say much coherently at the moment. Now and again, a tremor of delayed rapture would translate through her, but his arm held her upright. She had his other hand clamped so hard between her legs that she had a backup means of avoiding the floor.

Once the kitchen stopped wobbling under her, she moaned into his chest fluff, which felt particularly luxurious.

His hand released at last, her husband cupped her cheek and lifted her face into a nuzzle. She could smell her own arousal on it. And she could feel his poking against her stomach, right through the fur to leak a little precum straight onto the skin beneath.

Chilli glanced up at him with dogged adoration. Her tail wagged higher and higher. "Bed?"

A bright expression dawned across his face. "Race ya."

She kissed him hard. Feeling him throb against her as she lapped at his tongue, she realized this was how one is meant to start a race. She eased back, but the damage was done. Bandit was once again a waggy mess. She staggered, finding herself just as much a mess—in particular where he'd been showing off his fine motor skills. Leaning on each other for support, they wobbled off. They made it all the way to the landing before they ran into the coral-pink sofa.

Dizzy from smooches, scents, and sensations, Bandit toppled over backward on the chaise-lounge section. "Ooof! Help me up, love?" He reached up a paw, but the firm red cock sticking up from his sheath was what got his wife's attention.

"Ohhh, no." Her chuckle verged on a growl as she climbed onto him. "I've got you right where I want you."

Bandit wiggled with anticipation under her as he was straddled.

Reaching down, Chilli grabbed her husband's dick and gave it a few strokes of encouragement. Her gaze flashed at him from sultry eyes, her voice low and confident. "Ready to get ridden, hon?"

The larger dog whimpered with desire. His hips bucked up into her grasp. His tail swished under hers. "Uh-huh!"

Inching up, she raised her slit level with his tip, then dragged it through her wet and tender folds. "You want it? Hmm?"

Almost horny beyond words, he managed to squeak out an answer between clenched teeth and needy whines: "Yes, please!"

She sank down into him. For the first time in far too long, her lips pressed to his pushed-back sheath. He felt so hot and slick in her after all this fooling around.

"Oh my gosh!" Bandit gasped, balls deep in his wife. Shaky paws found their way to her hips and urged her on.

She bounced on the sofa, glad they'd sprung for a sectional with this much padding. Much easier on the knees when fucking a hunky doggy.

A combination of tightness from not fucking in a while, the knot swelling too fast from not fucking in a while, and a lack of team synchronization from not fucking in a while meant Chilli was not getting his knot in her no matter how eagerly she bounced. However, it didn't stop her from learning forward to grind her clit on it and get some bonus smoochy-kisses.

The handsome boy dog under her huffed as her every downward motion pressed the breath from him and urged him to spurt his cum into her. He gripped her hips hard and moaned into her muzzle softly.

She might not get knotted, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy his knot. She reached between it and his balls, then cupped his bared bulge with her fingers and worked it up into her soaked slit.

Bandit shuddered. Powerful hips thrust up into her and lifted her off the cushion. A twitch of his dick heralded the first shot of canine cum squirting against her walls. He lay back, twitching and whimpering, rolling his hips along hers for maximum stimulation.

The tan canine sat up to watch the show. Her hand found its way to her clit. She rubbed it against that pulsing and swelling knot. With a trembled bark, she tensed her muscles on him in rippling pleasure.

The pair watched each other orgasm with echoing shudders. They panted together in the rare quiet of the den.

"Wackadoo…" His chest rose and fell under her paws. "I didn't know I had another one in me..."

"Well, you sure got it into me." Mrs. Heeler waggled her hips side to side so his dick slid along her walls, gliding on a layer of fresh canine spunk.

His softening knot twitched a little harder beneath her. "And you were worried you couldn't talk sexy anymore?" He scratched fondly under her chin.

Her fingers buried in his chest fluff, her passage stuffed full of his dick. Eyes closed, she enjoyed his touch, even as her ears tipped down with embarrassment at his praise. "Okay, maybe I just had a rough start."

"You can be that rough with me anytime, hot stuff."

"Better watch yourself, Bandit Heeler. I'm liable to get wild with you." She leaned forward and booped her nose to his, tail a blur.

"Alright, but this time *I* get to be She-Ra. You know Catra's visor pinches my ears." He wiggled them tenderly.

"I'd forgotten about those. You did look good in tights."

The Heeler herd had recently attended a comic convention and dressed for the occasion. Chilli had, under the influence of a triple Please Face, purchased costumes. She had donned She-Ra regalia for the first time since the 80s. Bandit had been out-voted into wearing a matching cat girl outfit. Bingo wore a Kowl onesie, who proved a tame enough character to inspire quirkiness in place of predation. And Bluey had, after much side-eye, been allowed to break the theme by going as Chutney Chimp, who had once again switched places with Chunky Chimp as her cartoon primate of choice.

Bandit pouted at being seen in public with fur chalk and plastic claws, though the voluminous wig at least made him feel like a rock ‘n roller. But convention-goers like a bit of grumpiness in their Catras, so he proved popular. This Catra's willingness to kiss She-Ra on demand for photos had only increased their popularity. Flirting ensued. The only thing that had stopped them from frantic cosplay sex when they got home from the con was that they had been at a con the whole day with two kids.

"I coulda at least gone as Swift Wind." He shrugged under her, his grin smarmy. "After all, I'm already hung like a stallion."

"And have the ego of one." Grinning too, she tapped a fingertip on his nose.

"I think I'm justified there. I just came twice in under an hour."

~ ~ ~

In their bedroom, Chilli hopped onto the bed bum-first. Arms propped on the sheets, she leaned forward with a wag. "We can't just have sex the whole weekend."

"Au contraire, mon piment." Her husband danced into the room, tracing his body to the door frame in a sensual slide. He cast her a flirty look. "Aside from snacks and bathroom breaks. We could double-book the shower, save time." He snapped his fingers and pointed at her.

Her passage tensed at the memory of shower sex. The hot water always helped her relax and take his knot. How long had it been anyway? "We should do more than one type of adult activity."

"What? Like ghost hunting?"

"How is that adult?"

"Well, we wouldn't let the kids do it. They'd be up past their bedtime."

"I was thinking more like a movie." She nabbed the tablet from the nightstand drawer. Her paw pulled up the streaming app and dug through a spilled crayon box of recommended cartoons.

"Rated R for righteous?" He performed a series of kung fu movie punches and kicks that were as fast as lighting, give or take. "What's that one that came out where each species of dinosaur has their own martial arts style?"

"That…" Her gaze narrowed. "…isn't a real movie."

"Aww, man." He slumped a little. "Was worth a shot."

She held up the tablet. A lone dog's back faced the camera, field hockey stick sling over her shoulders with the title, Home Turf, emblazoned across in a dramatic font. "I've been meaning to watch that field hockey biopic."

"Hmm." He stroked his chin at the device. "How many dinosaurs does it have?"

She took his hand, then pulled him close to look up into his eyes. "We'll have to watch it to find out."

They watched it together on the bed and had a cuddle. It had no detectable dinosaurs. However, it did have a plucky protagonist, injured during the championship game. Laid up in a hospital bed, in a full-body cast, she felt her career was over, but she heard the words of her partner cheering her on. A montage ensued of her doing physical therapy and training, followed by her coming back to win the big game. As the team celebrated, the music soared as her partner said she always believed in her.

Bandit cried joyful tears into his wife's pelt.

She patted his back. "Aww, babe…"

"Don't mind me." He sniffed. "I've just got something in my heart."

Her arms and legs wrapped around him. "My big softy."

"I thought it was just gonna be about chasin' balls. I wasn't prepared."

"Yeah, the trailers really played up the hockey scenes. That actor really trained up. She has some solid technique."

Bandit peeked up from his wife's chest fluff, having largely composed himself. "Gonna try some of it out on the field?"

"Well, I was thinking of her smooching technique specifically." She ran a claw down his spine.

"Oh? Ooooh, you mean the thing where she slipped her girlfriend tongue, while…" An eager shiver interrupted him.

She nodded. "…while scratching under her chin?" Her fingers combed his neck ruff. "Would you maybe wanna try it?"

"Maybe…" He chuckled with a waggish wag.

As the credits still rolled, she bumped her nose to his and dragged her claws gently against the fur of his jaw. Light kisses followed. Her tongue slipped past his lips to softly tease. Dramatic music continued from the tablet. What was a sports biopic for if not to inspire the audience?

He rolled onto her and pressed her onto the mattress with the full weight of a fluffy blue dad-bod. That blocky muzzle pressed to hers. Smooth and warm, his tongue traced over hers.

Legs spreading around him and tail smacking the sheets, Chilli Heeler panted her every breath to his. Her muzzle turned to let him kiss deeper. Urged on by desire, her hips bucked up to his.

After tracing his long canine tongue up along the roof of her mouth, he paused for a breather, propped on his arms and smiling down at her. Hard and hot, his cock pressed to her leg, precum seeping into the fur. "Okay, yeah, that's pretty good."

"You know what else would be pretty good?" Reaching down, her fingers curled around his bared shaft. She angled it so the drippy tip dragged up and down her slit.

A wordless whine escaped his thick muzzle.

"What'd ya say, Bandit?" Her fingers wiggled on either side of his fluffy sheath to drag it back and forth over his stiff length. "You up for a little more practice?"

"Uhh— Mmm!" Her husband shivered at an especially nice rub on his length, accompanied by a wet noise as it slipped along her entrance. "Uh-huh!"

"Because I need something." She bent forward, her muzzle brushing his ear, her every word a low growl of lust. "Your knot."

The larger dog trembled atop her and matched it with a throb in her grasp.

With a wag at the effect she was having, she pressed her nose to his and delivered a light smooch. "That sound good to you?"

Bandit nodded rapidly. "That sounds pretty good, yes, actually."

"Okay. Lemme put this away." She took a brief pause to put the tablet on the nightstand, but then realized her current downward dog pose was quite similar to a canine presenting her bum to be mounted. She wiggled it while giving him a playful waggle of the eyebrows.

Bandit, already poking pink from his cream-furred sheath, took the hint. Rolling over like a good boy, he climbed on her back and did his best to hump her muzzle-first into the pillows. His growls and grunts echoed through the room as he pumped her full of thick doggy dick. No need to be quiet when they were alone in the house for once.

"Oh yeah! Please! Keep going!" She reached between her spread thighs to feel where his length was slicking in and out of her. Trembling fingers barely had time to rub her clit before she shivered and yapped, squirming under him as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. Orgasm overtook her, leaving her squirming under him and whimpering into the sheets. Her paws gripped a pillow, unfluffing it with all her might. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"Umf! Yeah! You feel so good squeezin' on my cock, Chill!" Those sturdy paws gripped her waist, keeping her angled up just right as she squeezed down on him. He'd gotten back into form over the last few rounds of practice, knowing just when to time his last big thrust to press that knot firmly past her entrance.

Stretched and sensitive, she felt every pulse of his knot swelling within her. A body-wide shiver tugged on it, in case she needed confirmation she was fully stuck. Aftershocks of pleasure shuddered through her as her hunky husband spurted her full of canine cum. "Oh… Oh wow…"

They gasped as one: she as her orgasm faded to tender afterglow, he as his arose like the first beam of sun over the horizon, though quite a lot messier.

Knotted firmly, Chilli panted on the bed. Her hips remained presented. Her passage was spread wide in all sorts of satisfying ways by a familiar bulge. "Love you."

"Love ya —whew!— too, sweetie. Umf!" Her husband huffed atop her. His bulk pressed her down into the mattress. Now and again, a shiver of his body or a throb of his knot announced another spurt of canine sperm pumped into her.

She wagged against her mate's stomach. All was right with the dog's world.

For quite a while, Chilli had no idea how long and that was quite nice for a change, they stayed stuck doggy style and enjoyed each other's company.

"Wackadoo! Whew…" She panted, cobbling together a thought or two. "I haven't cum that hard in a while."

A satisfied growl at her scruff set off shivers through her whole body. Between his stocky frame and his secure knot, he didn't let her shiver very far—not that she minded.

But they hadn't heard the last of the tablet. The Faceytalk ringtone interrupted with a flutter of synthesized xylophone.  

"No worries. I've got it." He eyed the tablet and rolled them both to the side.

"Bandit, no." Her voice rang resolute for a dog hauled backward by the knot inside her. She gave a somewhat less resolute whine of pleasure. "Just… mmrrrmmfff! Let it ring, love."

He jerked a thumb at his smartphone, which was also blinking and plinking on the opposite nightstand. "But it's doin' the thing where it rings on my phone and the tablet, so it gets stuck and rings forever."

"Okay, fine, but stop moving around. You're being very —umf!— distracting inside me."

"Distracting?" He snickered.

"You know I can't think straight when you tie me!"

Humping in reverse and dragging her along by the muff, the big blue dog inched toward the buzzing tablet. "I've juuuuuust gotta decline the call."

His wife was aware of them reaching the headboard and sitting up together, though the constant jostling of his cum-covered cock inside her meant she could only whimper with fullness and bliss. Her thighs pressed together as she was hauled onto his lap with a bump and a bounce, leaking a little of her passion onto his balls.

He grabbed the tablet, flipped it onto her lap, pressed the button, and smirked with relief at a hard job well done.

The table didn't make the hang up noise. It made the answer noise.

"Hullo!" Bingo and Bluey popped merrily into full screen. "Hi!"

"H-h-h-hi, kids!" Chilli's ears struggled to rise from being pressed flat by embarrassment. "How's it going?" She just had to play it cool.

Under her, Bandit moaned as her muscles squeezed his knot hard.

"We just called to say good night." Bingo hugged a plush bunny into frame.

Her sister tilted her head. "Why are you sitting on Dad's lap?"

A theory dawned on the younger pup, brightening her muzzle. "Were you two tickling? Mum, did you win?"

Their mother chuckled. "Well…"

Bandit, fresh off riding her, rode to her rescue. "Yeah, she won."

Bingo's face scrunched up in deep thought. "Dad? What do you and Mum *do* when we aren't there?"

The blue-furred pup turned to her sister. "Nothing, Bingo. They power down like robots when we go to bed."

Her delicate muzzle dropped open, the tan puppy stood in awe of her older sibling's wisdom. "Oooooooh! That makes sense."

Chilli propped her paws on her hips. "Hey, wait up. We do not."

Both girls snickered.

Her husband's free hand made slow-mo karate chops. His tone became mono. "Affirmative, master! Mummy Robot and I are plugged in together to recharge. Beep-boop."

The girls squealed with delight at him playing along. "Daddy Robot!"

Their only parent with a sense of shame pressed a hand to her face.

Meanwhile, the pups drew a robot face on top of their father.

"Are you girls having fun with Muffin and Socks?"

"Yes. We're sleeping in laundry baskets because we're zoo animals." Bluey hoisted the phone to show the plastic enclosures, each made up with blankets and two containing cousins.

"We just called to make sure you weren't bored without us. And to say—" Bingo waved her plush bunny's paw, her voice going velveteen soft. "—goodnight."

"G'night, squirts."

Chilli blew kisses into the video call. "Mwah! Mwah! Sweet dreams."

"Goodniiiiiiiight!" Bluey sang operatically, then continued in the Queen's fanciest English. "Mummy Robot and Daddy Robot, I will be switching you off now." With a cheeky smirk, she pressed the hang-up button.

Once the call ended, Chilli congratulated herself. "I think we handled that pretty smoothly."

"Cool as a couple a' canine cucumbers, babe." He patted her shoulder, still sheath-deep in her.

She leaned forward to set the tablet down.

His knot popped free.

"Whah!" Untied unexpectedly, she flopped snout-first onto the sheets with a shiver.

"Oh biscuits!" Bandit yapped with overstimulated joy as he cock flipped up, bounced on his soft stomach, and splattered one final pulse of white cum into his black nose.

~ ~ ~

This is the song Bandit is singing at the start. His voice actor is the lead singer in the band.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzCJQkbGzMk

Art: Slate
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/slate

Edits: Kohaku Nightfang, Traveling Song

Localization: Boltfan117

Bluey is just an amazing series. I've wanted to write a fanfic of it for a long time. I especially wanted to see Bandit and Chilli have a little fun together, since they're both such cuties.

- Tempo

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