Puss In Boots x Donkey (Smut)

An Ass Departed

WARNING - R4PE scene

Donkey awoke. 

His lower body ached with a reminder of the happenings of the night before. The large red ball gag still hung loosely around his neck, and his black latex short, ripped from cock to ass, hung askew on one hoof.  Donkey sighed - what a lucky donkey he was.

Among the silken sheets, Puss lay. Soft purring fell from his slightly parted lips, and his tail, which never rested, twitched back and forth, back and forth, as it always did. His eyes were closed. He was facing away from Donkey, but Donkey could feel his warmth. 

Donkey didn't dare wake the feline. Instead, he watched silently. Puss was one of the most majestic sights the world offered. Him, laying worn out and naked, fast asleep in his bed, was the most cherished sight of all.

"...Mascota... me haces temblar..."

Donkey broke into a smile. Of course. 

"My apologies, Puss." Donkey murmured, throwing the silk back onto Puss's dainty body. 

The cat sat up. "You know Español?"

"You look surprised." Donkey chuckled. He held his head back on the pillow, staring out the window the head of the bed faced. "I've been learning ever since our first encounter, in case I... well." Donkey was embarrassed. "In case."

Puss turned over and curled into Donkey's chest. "How awfully sweet of such a sultry man."

.

After spending the next few hours cuddling, kissing, and enjoying delicious breakfast cuisine, Donkey left Puss's residence (Puss didn't often have to offer the breakfast treatment - he and his partners generally did their business out in public, as that was not only Puss's style, but those who were seduced by him were so smitten they wanted him right there in the moment). He couldn't help the dopey smile that spread across his face as he wandered down the sidewalk - and that hot feeling in his chest, that wouldn't go away either. It was something he had never really experienced before. Donkey often left the houses of his various partners hurt and unsatisfied. But Puss... 

It wasn't soon before Donkey found himself at the same McDonald's he and Puss had meet thirteen days ago. It looked just as ordinary as before, yet now it held so much meaning.

"Yo, Donkey!" A sweating, balloon-like hand smacked down on Donkey's bare shoulder. Donkey jumped - he had forgotten how much of himself was open and revealed. 

"H-hey." Donkey said awkwardly. If he wasn't mistaken, that strong Scottish accent belonged to none other than Shrek. He was well known around the village - a gruff man that handled other men even gruffer. 

Shrek roughly turned Donkey around, so his grizzly face was nose to nose with Donkey. "My my, you look a wee bit more like a wet dream than I remember..." His glazed eyes travelled unsteadily down to Donkey's ripped shorts. Donkey's dick, which had magically doubled in size the night before, still held its state. A flush of embarrassment travelled all the way across Donkey's quivering body. 

"Thanks Shrek, but I've got to be going, my McDonalds order is probably getting cold sitting on the counter-"

Shrek, not at all listening to a word Donkey spoke, stroked his meaty paws down Donkey's fluffy chest, down through the silk red robe Puss had lent him, down, all the way down Donkey. A flush of fear festered in Donkey's chest. He was convinced that he had exited his body and was a mere spirit watching the horrible situation unfurl.

The ogre coughed up a pleased noise of pleasure. "You'll be coming back to mine, won't you, sweet?" His greased fingertips wrapped around the base of Donkey's penis. Donkey's breath completely left him.