Bonus Story - Breakfast in Bed (Patreon)

Daylight Savings Time meant shorter days for most people, but for Azzan it was almost longer in a sense, she was the proverbial night owl, except she was a bat. She was accustomed to waking up at the crack of dusk, but today she felt particularly lazy since she had stayed the day over with a friend, one that had just woken up with her. The rumblings of doggirl that wriggled in their cuddle grasp together, a happy pair nestled in one another’s arms. Azzy was content to simply stay there after briefly awakening to the moonlit sky that beamed through the curtains, eyes closing tightly at the insult to her desire for sleep. 

But that wasn’t to be, instead she was nudged a few times, first with a sweet little nose that rubbed underneath her chin, then more insistently with licks and kisses along her face. “Wake uuuuhhhp..” The blissful dreamworld that she had once occupied fell to the a misty blur as Azzy began to wipe the sleep from her eyes to see Sherri with those big brown eyes staring in her direction, the sound of her tail slowly thumping against the bed following. “I want breakfast in bed..” 

Azzy gave an incredulous stare in Sherri’s direction, the words having brought the bat to full consciousness. Sherri’s gumption was so flagrant that after a few moments it brought a highpitched squeaklaugh from her lips, the same sort of chirp that she’d used to navigate in the dark with her sonar was now spilling from her. “You are such a little brat!” Azzy giggled and with Sherri in her grip she tightened it, squeezing the doggirl closer and using her fingertips to poke and prod at the doggirl’s sides eliciting a returning giggle from the ticklish doggirl, “You wake me up, and then, and then, you demand you get breakfast in bed?”

“I want pancakes!” Sherri barked out excitedly, her body writhing as the prodding digits poked into her belly and along her sensitive spots that made her squirm and flinch. “With chocolate milk!” 

“Oh aren’t you the little pampered missy?” Azzy’s slightly larger form chased upon Sherri’s squirming body, her head leaning inwards and triumphantly capturing her floppy ear between her teeth. “With blueberry syrup hmmm?”

The bratty doggirl was successfully pinned in Azzy’s grasp, her tail clapping against the bedspread as she glanced up with her bright brown puppy dog eyes, “That sounds goooood, now go onnn.. I wanna get back under the blankets!” Her legs wriggled trying to shuffle her pawbs back underneath the warm fleece covers, “And make sure to put some fresh fruit slices on there! I got some bananas that should be ripe by now.” 

Azzy simply smiled, a gentle sweet smooch pressed upon Sherri’s snout as the batgirl resigned to her fate as the breakfast maker. “Mhmm. Wait here sweetness, I’ll be back in a few.”

…

Azzy might have honestly complained about being made to get up and make breakfast, she might have thought about giving the doggirl a little more pushback, but that Sherri had previously taken Azzy to the moon and back in the moments before sleep claimed them that morning. It made the task of preparing breakfast untenable. Her erection proudly standing upright and making opening the refrigerator door a potential mishap that she narrowly avoided. When she returned to the bedroom Sherri was a little surprised, still awake and in bed with her phone in front of her face with the bright glimmer against her outline when Azzan flicked the lights on. 

“That doesn’t look like breakfast..” Sherri said curiously as the still naked bat sauntered into the room, deviously swinging her luscious hips back and forth as she strut her way close with a bright grin on her lips. Sherri’s expression turning to one of confusion as Azzy loomed overhead.

“My dear, Sherri,” Azzy spoke with a cheesy French accent as she stood up properly, her still hard erection now positioned close. “Breakfast,” She revealed the plastic squeezebottle filled with almost toxicly sweet syrup. “Is served.”

Sherri hadn’t the time to put together the idea when she felt Azzy’s body pin her back against the bed, her thighs straddling atop of the doggirl’s frame and her dick primed right between those luscious full breasts, a small bead of pre-cum already bubbling at the tip as her eyes held a frenzied gaze upon them. She licked her lips and Sherri witnessed the squeeze bottle lifted to her mouth, that serpentine prehensile tongue that had previously given her pleasure now wound around the plastic as the sweet blueberry flavor began to slime down through the nozzle, pouring directly upon her tits and layering upon her dick that was quickly smeared in by the warm pressure of said slickened breasts. “Oh.. well, I asked for pancakes,” Sherri teased as her lips leaned forwards placing a tender kiss upon the presented cockmeat, “But I guess breakfast sausage is fine too!” 

Sherri’s languid wriggling tongue felt so amazing against her exposed cock, Azzy breathing deep as she watched the doggirl so sweetly take to her syrup slathered batdick. “Go on..” Azzy groaned, her body trembling as she began to push her hips further, smearing that slickness against Sherri’s tits as the doggirl’s greedy tongue trailed along the tip. The contrasting sensation of the top of her tongue and the bottom sending shivers of pleasure throughout her form. 

Sherri’s mouth began to suckle upon Azzy’s cocktip, drinking it inside as those thick hips moved back and forth plunging that cock between Sherri’s voluptuous tits and met with warm lips that drew upon Azzy’s length almost refusing to let it free until she forcefully pulled back. Her hands joined Sherri’s upon those plump breasts, hands atop of Sherri’s as their bodies began to roll and grind together, the bat taking care to press those soft blue nipples together as the heat of her cock smoothed against syrup slickened fur. 

It was hard for Azzy to not feel selfish as she pleasured herself upon Sherri’s body, her cock eagerly plunging between those luscious tits over and over again while her cunt would grind in the same motion upon Sherri’s abdomen leaving trails of batty pussy nectar dribbling along towards Sherri’s belly button. Sherri didn’t seem to mind in the least, her tongue tracing along the head of the cock that was thoroughly basted in sweet droplets that her palate savored. Sherri’s lips and muzzle were sticky to the touch and the tactile sensation that came from her dick sticking to Sherri’s lips was almost addictive especially when little strands of saliva and syrup became mixed and stringed between lips and cock on the frequent intervals that they made together.

“Sherri.. Sherri..” Azzy huffed and moaned as the warning tingles ran along her spine to the underside of her neck, her cock trembling as she repeatedly bounced her body inwards with the same wanton excitement like she was jackhammer thrusting the doggirl’s pussy. “I’m.. Ohfugh.. Ohfugkhmeee…” A mixture of drool and syrup was spilling along her own body as the bottle had never been set aside, simply aimed downwards without applying pressure and letting the trickle of sweetness come as it would without intervention. “I’m .. so.. so close..” Her eyes winced shut, her toes scrunching as she went faster, and faster, her heavy balls and pussy eagerly dragging against Sherri’s body to continue that stimulating touch as Sherri’s breathing, the way her breasts would rise and fall and squeeze upon her cock drew the essence from deep inside the bat femme’s body.

An involuntary shock gripped throughout Azzy’s body, her tongue contracting as her hands trembled in conjoined grasp between Sherri’s fingers. The squeezing grip of her muscle pinched at plastic causing it to push inwards and pressure flowed from it along with all of that healthy drizzle of blueberry syrup. Her cock began to unleash the stream of heady nectar that churned inside her balls in almost the same way and consistency that the syrup suddenly splattered upon Sherri’s stunned face, the doggirl letting out a yelp of surprise that was quickly muffled by the twin streams of viscous flavor that stringed along her muzzle, catching the roof of her mouth and flooding upon her breasts. 

“Ahem.” Sherri cleared her throat, as Azzy slowly blinked her eyes open.

It took a moment for Azzy to come back to her senses and when she finally did she saw Sherri wearing a frown on her lips. Her face was now soaked in syrup and the contents that once filled the syrup bottle was now plainly strewn all along her face. There was clearly not any syrup left for the pancake breakfast Azzy was still supposed to provide. Sheepishly she smiled with her lower lip tucked between her teeth, “Well.. Maybe we can go out to Denny’s instead..?”