Saturday Morning Cupcakes

Greetings, here is another story in the furry scenario I created some time ago.

The first story there is located here, you can read it before this one, but isn't mandatory.

Feel free to leave any comment you find oportune, even bad things, please. Stones and sticks can break my bones, but critics just make me stronger, as well as some praise now and then. :)

At last but not less important, thanks to srb for all the help on editing, I still do the stupidest grammar mistakes while writing.

“I’m so tired... Let’s just stay home and fuck all day long?” The woman said, yawning and stretching in the long bed under the sheets, looking at the rising sun through the curtains...

They were a young couple, a bombshell blonde in her twenties, and he wasn’t any better than the average bear, except that he was an anthropomorphic Doberman, a furry citizen in flesh and bone to be exact.

“I wanted to, but I need to fix the car, the brakes are almost gone, cupcake...” The dog man scratched his face, leaving the bed in his briefs.

The alarm clock at the bedside ticked at six hours, saluting the couple with a hit from the eighties, “Hungry like a Wolf”.

“Just a quickie then? Pretty please?” She said, pulling his short tail through a hole in his briefs while he stands.

“Ouch! Don’t pull it, I’ll have it cut off next week Daisy,” He stepped back and sat to stop her from pulling it harder.

“Why? It’s so cute... And you know that your doggie bat there loves when I do it...” She pulled it again.

She crawled on the bed to hug his back, kissing his thin Doberman lips, checking his package with both hands, playing with his nutsack.

Since he started to change, it got a lot darker and dangled far down than usual, as well as his cock, the foreskin became red and veinier than normal.

He had to buy new briefs to keep them tighter, after sitting down over his sack twice.

At least he didn’t needed to worry about trimming his pubes anymore, all of his crotch was bald, very Doberman-like.

“Don’t call it a doggie bat. It isn’t like a dog one...” He enjoyed the cuddling, but looked annoyed.

“Not yet... But you’re the dog now, Dave!” She said, jerking his hardening shaft.

“And I suppose you’ll be my owner then?” Dave said, even more annoyed.

“Yeah, and we’ll be doing doggy style every time, hahahaha!!” She sniffed his neck, kissing his ears, already turned on dog-shaped ones, almost in the top of his head, the base covered by his short black hair.

“I’d prefer some human-style sex, you know? Like this!” He said, falling on his back over her on the bed.

She was enjoying it a lot, letting go of his private parts to pass her hands by his furry tummy and chest, twisting his tiny nipples.

He turned himself