Puss In Boots x Donkey (Smut)

'Mi Mascota'

Donkey rested his head against the polished bar counter, watching the wine swirl in his glass as he tipped it from side to side. It was the twelfth night since his sultry encounter with Puss in Boots, and already he was questioning the purpose of his existence. What was it all for without those sculpted lips that begged to be bitten, without that soft fur and dangerous smile that would keep you hard for days?

People said Puss had that affect on those he bedded. Donkey had never imagined that would ever apply to him.

Donkey's desperation for Puss's pussy had gotten so bad that he'd resorted to ordering BK chicken nuggets instead of his usual Mcnuggets. It was a measure that had to be taken, however - just walking into McDonald's gave Donkey the unstoppable urge to find Puss and fornicate whether he was willing or not (Donkey was a classy man - he would never risk fucking someone without consent). It was a new low for Donkey. He grabbed a BK nugget from his jacket pocket and munched on it sadly.

The taste of the depressing nugget made Donkey want to kill himself. Hastily he pulled out Puss's black lace thong from the same pocket and sniffed it passionately, the sweet scent making Donkey feel better instantly. It was the only souvenir he'd kept from that night with the exquisilent feline, and it was the only thing keeping Donkey from going feral.

Then...
Warm calloused paws fell upon Donkey's shoulders.
His entire body froze, and his heart began to pound like Shrek and Fiona doing it on a small squeaky mattress.

He knew who those paws belonged to. He busted a nut just thinking about it.

"P-p-p-puss?" He whispered.

"Hey, Donkey." Said Puss in Boots. Dear Farquaad - it really was him! Donkey took a moment to admire the sexy ginger. His fit - the classic hat, sword and boots - was sensually attractive. His fur was how it always was; all natural, no gel or dye or anything. His lips looked juicy and soft. His eyes sparkled with the light of a trillion billion suns. God, he was just so aauanghng, so perfect and delectable.

"What are you doing here?" asked Donkey in a voice that betrayed his interest. He shifted on his barstool, his ass already yearning for Puss's kitty stick.

Puss looked Donkey up and down. "This is my usual place. I didn't know they put ass on the menu..." Then his eyes drifted to the thong still clutched in Donkey's hooves.
The cat cocked an eyebrow. "Ah. I'd wondered where those had gotten to."

Shit. Donkey choked back some wine, covering his blush with a manly cough.

The two sat in silence for a moment. Donkey tried hard to cover up the stiffy in his jeans. Puss, of course, noticed immediately, and slipped out his paw so it was resting on Donkey's trembling hand.

"Wanna come back to my place? I'd love for you cum there. " Puss said in his deep alluring voice.

Donkey gasped. 'How scandalous', he thought, blushing even more. "I-I don't understand. I t-thought you only fucked people for one night and one night only..." Donkey couldn't believe it. Was Puss abandoning his whole belief system - all for him?

"Well, that was true," Puss's gently let go of Donkey's hand and let it wander to the ass's thigh. "Until I meet you."

Donkey groaned, already half way to climax.

Puss smirked. "Let's get going, then." He drained the rest of Donkey's wine and placed a quick kiss on Donkey's thicc pink lips. Donkey caught it and kissed back. Puss's tail flicked back and forth and he made a noise of pleasure. He fed into the kiss, letting Donkey dominate, then hastily pulled away.

"Save it for the bedroom." Was all he said before he snatched Donkey's arm and yanked him out the door.

Outside the bar it was raining hard, thunder and lightning cracking through the sky. Puss laughed as he dragged Donkey through it. Both their bodies were soaking wet, their feet meeting puddles with every step. Moonlight bathed the two while they ran through the darkened streets.