Ask Me Anything - MuffCon (Patreon)

“Sherri, you have to let me go this weekend! This is my destiny!” As Sherri worked on the account books for the month Otis was more than insistent in his desire to go to the local gaming convention that weekend. It wasn’t a large convention like the Comic-Cons, but it was dedicated to Console Gaming of all sorts. Playstation, Nintendo, X-Box, and even the older gen consoles like Dreamcast were at the various vendor booths. “I’m a console gamer, you know that.”

Her eyes glanced up at him with a slight glare as if to ask ‘Don’t you have some work you should be doing?’ With a heavy sigh she leaned back from her computer and ran her fingertips through her brunette tresses. “You’re going to be able to go, I have you scheduled to work on Saturday and Sunday, so you’ll get to go on Thursday and Friday.” The look on his face told her that wasn’t enough. The convention wasn’t as exciting for her as it was him, she liked consoles sure, but she saw this as a financial opportunity. While the Magic scene wasn’t as big at console conventions, she’d be the only game in the hall and it’d be easy to make some quick collection buys while people traded their cards for video games, and at only $150 for the whole event? It was definitely worth going. 

Otis placed his hands on the table, leaning forwards, she obviously didn’t understand. “Sherri, it’s Button-Con … BUTTCON!” His eyes widened and his mouth spread into a bright smile as his husky tail flapped back and forth excitedly. 

Her eyes leveled him with a flat stare, she heaved a sigh and relented. There was only one way to solve this. “Okay, we do this the old fashioned way. Smash Bros. 3 Lives. I win? You work the booth on Friday and Sunday, if you win, you get Friday and Saturday.” She offered her palm.

“Deal!” Otis blurted. “But I pick the field!” His hand shook. Good dog. 

There was tension in the air but it was like they were a couple of pups, Otis sitting on the floor with his favorite bean bag chair underneath and Sherri with her pert little butt resting on the counter, legs dangling back and forth as they both gazed up at the screen. It had started off as a fair match, Otis knew the map of Hyrule Castle quickly scored against Sherri but the tides were quickly turning. The controller was struggling to listen to his movements and Otis’ Donkey Kong stood idle as Sherri decimated him with the Pokemon Trainer Charziard. It didn’t take much for the first point scored against him and Otis only made a gruff sound of disappointment. He was sure he had hit the block button for her flaming onslaught. 

But the second time his character wouldn’t respond after the first hit that sent him off of the stage, and simply flopped over into the yonder that stole a life from his bar. It wasn’t a big deal, he had taken on teams of people at the same time with only one character left. But as the Charizard raced towards him and his character simply held the same idle fighting posture as when it landed he started tapping the buttons rapidly. “Hey.. Hey Sherri I don’t think my controller is working.” He called out trying to hit the pause button as Sherri smacked and knocked at the defenseless DonkeyKong.

Of course his controller wasn’t working… She hadn’t charged it last night!

The husky frowned down at his controller and then looked up to Sherri, only to find that she had disappeared from her spot upon the counter. His head turned and there she was, sporting a grin and her hands upon her hips, her jeans and panties free from her thighs with only her bare pussy showing towards him. “Well. I won.” 

Normally he would have leapt at her, win or lose, but this loss seemed to sting a little more than he was willing to admit. He wasn’t a sore loser but he turned his nose to the side and looked away. “Sorry, Sherri. I’m just not in the mood.” 

He felt a familiar pair of hands press against his shoulders, and his balance failed as he fell upon his back, the culprit, Sherri, sneered down at him with a lustful grin. “Too bad! You got a VIP Pass to Muff-Con!” and in an instant her thighs had surrounded his head with her juicy pussy cleft pressing against his muzzle. Her syrupy sweet flavor trickling down her lips and dripping onto his ivory fur.

He normally couldn’t resist her flavor, and it seemed that even in abnormal circumstances it was the same. His gruff attitude had to be put behind him, his ears folded back as his bright pink tongue extended and sampled the sweetness that made his spine tingle with excitement. It wasn’t her ass, but he didn’t care either way. The way she tasted was exhilarating regardless of where his tongue sampled! The sweet droplets that stuck to his tongue with his exploratory slurps made him flush with excitement, his cock slowly poking against the tip of his jeans and creating a canopy in his pants.

“Nnhh I knew you couldn’t resist!” Sherri gloated, her hips slowly rolling back and forth smearing her cunny sauce against his muzzle and letting his tongue slurp and wriggle its way around her pussy. Her footpaws pressing into the ground as she felt his palms wrap around her thighs and hold her still to let his tongue dip between her folds, his skilled muscle wriggling against her entrance and curling inwards as it dipped inside. The sound of his endlessly slurping tongue ringing out into her ears as she tipped her head back, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moaned out. “Mmhhh.. Hnnhh..” She groaned, her tail curling into itself as she held upon his head like they were reigns to keep her from falling off his face-saddle. 

Her body seemed to tighten with every lick he offered, the sweet pink tongue and the velvety sensation that dragged against her lower lips was becoming too much. Her eyes squinted as she stared down at him, her mouth open and panting like a hot bitch in heat as her clawtips squeezed into his ivory fur. “Nnnhh.. Hahh.. Mhh.. Mhh!” Sherri moaned, her tail flapping about behind her as hot droplets of drool spilled down her jaw in disregard of anything but fulfilling her own lustful needs.

His tongue continued to dart inwards, wiggling around between her folds and slurping upwards against her clit, rounding the little pebble as it firmed to his touch. His licks had pulled it from its shy hiding spot and was now open, exposed, allowing for his lips to capture the tiny button and suckle firmly on her clitty. The resulting squeal that came from Sherri’s lips being all the validation he needed in his decision to tease her to ecstasy. His claws grasped into her thighs in a similar manner that she squeezed upon him and he continued to suckle, drawing out the elated yips from Sherri as she closed in and then suddenly…

SPLT!

The thin clear squirt of her pussy juices that trailed against his lips and tongue brought an excited smirk to the doggo’s maw. Suddenly that defeat didn’t seem so bad, he could hear Sherri whimpering happily overhead as he caressed her pussy mound with tender licks of his tongue. “…Game.” He muttered softly to himself.

…

It had almost been an hour since Nick decided to take his lunch break at the nearby sandwich shop rather than listen to Otis and Sherri quibble about work schedules. Game consoles were dumb anyways. Who would want those lumps of junk when you could just build an amazing PC? He looked over to see Sherri leaning over the counter and a happy grin on her lips as she typed in on her computer and Otis was slumped and sitting upon the floor personally redeeming himself by playing Smash Bros on the switch. “Huh. So… Who won?” Nick lifted an eyebrow. 

Both of them looked up. “I did!” They said in unison before glaring down at each other. 

It wasn’t until Sherri looked up at Nick with her tail twirling side to side that the horse felt genuinely nervous. “Hey Nick, how about you work on Saturday and Sunday at the convention this week?” 

The horse gave a defeated stare. He knew he should have just kept his mouth shut.