Zuma turned his head around to look at Rubble. He smiled and arched an eyebrow. "I guess you make a good point. Alright then," He looked away again and let his limbs and butt fall limp. "Fill me up, Rubble. BREED me!"
Rubble did just that. He crammed his tool as deep between Zuma's doughy buns as he could reach. Globs of semen oozed out between Zuma's ass cheeks and his cock, falling to the mat below. Zuma hated being teased like that rather than receiving the real treat he was anticipating.
Fortunately, whether it be from sheer dumb luck, or just Rubble's clumsy timing, the bulldog finally reached his awaited climax. A healthy load of semen surged forth from the flat tip of his dick, filling Zuma's waiting behind all the way through to his torso, and causing a long, loud exchange of moaning and groaning between the two pups.
"Ooohhh... MAN, that f-felt g-great, d-dude!" Zuma stuttered out a while later, once he had woken back up from a few good minutes of blissful euphoria. "A nice little quickie. Way better than listening to Mayor Goodway drone on about some lame self portrait that Chickaletta made." His eyes widened with joy as he turned himself around on his belly and brought his lips to the cum-slick tip of Rubble's cock, which was pointed straight at him. "Do you need me to do a little cleanup, Rubble dude?"
"Nah, I think I can make it to the bathroom from here." Rubble muttered, scratching his stomach as it produced another loud growl. "Then I'll grab a quick snack and get to cleaning the treads on my digger, and then..."
"Zuma! Rubble! I'm home!" Their thoughts were penetrated and a shocked silence fell upon them as Skye's voice called out from the main lobby. The cream-coloured helicopter puppy came skipping in through the doors a moment later.
"I was getting bored down at that exhibit. And I'm not exactly Adventure Bay's number one art enthusiast, so- WOOOAAAAH!" Skye came screeching to a stop as she witnessed the two sweaty males pups before her, dripping with each other's fluids, a look of sheer horror on her face.
Rubble couldn't find a decent enough excuse to get out of the situation, so instead, the big dumb lug smirked and gestured above him at Zuma. "Hey, Skye. Do you need to brush up on your lifeguarding skills?"
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Loud House Experience Chapter 4
Fanfiction4th to 13th July 2023 months after Lincoln goes missing, the gang is no closer to finding. can they find him, or will it be too late?
