Puss In Boots x Donkey (Smut)

Hee-Haw

Donkey awoke.

He craved mcnuggets.

He didn't just want mcnuggets. He needed mcnuggets. More than the relief of water on one's thirsty tongue, more than one wishes for the sweet hand of the sun to caress their body. Donkey needed mcnuggets.

So he got in his car and drove to the nearest McDonald's.

Quickly fishing some cash out of his scanty lace bra, Donkey shouldered his way through the queue and smacked a fifty on the counter.
"Mcnuggets, please." Donkey snapped at the cashier - a ginger feline with a rather muscled body. The man's back was turned, and he was standing on the tips of his toes, reaching up so that his tight latex apron rode almost over his ass.

Slut, Donkey thought impatiently, trying to squash the guilt of letting his eyes drift down to those thick pussy cheeks.

"Mcnuggets?" He repeated, all aggression sucked from him.

Eventually, the beddable feline turned, grinning coyly, and pushed the money back to Donkey.
"We don't have any mcnuggets - but I can fix you up with something else..." There was a pause, "...cutie."

Donkey barely kept a gasp of pure lust from escaping his throat. How had he not recognized that ass, that bod, that delicious wet dream face - this was Puss in Boots, the playboy millionaire! Donkey's heart began to flutter. He snatched back his fifty and took a long, deep sniff of it. The oils of Puss's paws on the cash smelled like moist heaven.

"W-what do you mean, Puss?" Donkey asked carefully, barely keeping composure. "What can you fix me up with?"

Puss let a sly grin play on his lips as he leaned across the counter. His tail tickled Donkey's chin. Puss let it flicker there for a moment before it traveled down Donkey's throat.

Donkey stuttered nonsense for a moment. He had never felt so aroused by such a simple gesture.

"Well..." said Puss, "I think I saw some Mcnuggets in the deep freezer... why don't we go have a look?"

Donkey felt blood rush to his face. No one had ever been so direct with him. It was more erotic than anything Donkey had ever experienced.

Puss eyed him, Donkey's silence frustrating him. So, stroking Donkey's blushing cheeks, he said, "Let me get in your swamp, Donkey... be my good little pet" As a final act of encouragement, Puss gently pulled down his apron to reveal a glistening pec.

Donkey whimpered. A clear and definite yes.

"Good. See me there in five, pequeño burro erótico." Puss slunk away, leaving Donkey hard and panting.

.

Donkey didn't bother to wait five minuets - he didn't even wait one. Slipping into the back of McDonalds, Donkey soon found the place Puss had spoke off. From behind the freezer door Donkey could hear Puss's boots on the tiles. Each step sent shivers of anticipation down Donkey's spine.

A blast of cold air choked Donkey as he forced open the door. He blushed, immediately spotting Puss amongst the mist. He had discarded his apron to reveal a black lace thong, matching perfectly with his signature boots. In his paws were a spiked leather collar, a leash, and a riding crop. Donkey gaped in awe.

"Hey beautiful." Puss purred, tightening the leash around his fist, "God, your clothes are almost too sexy for me to rip off you." His eyes traveled shamelessly down Donkey's shaking body. He bit his lip and growled, sheer animal passion oozing through his voice.

Donkey was suddenly very glad for his slutty clothing of choice.

"Fine..." said Donkey with new confidence, "I'll save you the trouble."
Slowly, agonizingly so, Donkey began to strip. First his shirt, then his shorts... the lingerie took him the longest. His bra, then his frilly pink panties. The lace stockings came last. Puss stood, watching, his expression carefully masked. But by the way the tip of his tail was twitching from side to side, Donkey knew Puss was enjoying the show.