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It’d been a long day, Sam was just on his way back home, where his boyfriend was waiting for him, probably sleeping. His body ached, the heavy golden armor he was wearing was weighing him down, and his fur was tangled. He’d have to brush it out when he got home.
You see, Sam was a bit different from the other hybrids on the server. While the rest of them had a few animal features, he had a full four-legged body, and from the waist up he was pretty human looking.
Although he was a creeper hybrid, it was a bit hard to explain exactly what animal his lower half looked like. He has dark green fur, going darker down his paws, with a few spots of lighter green along his back. The overall shape of his body was probably closest to a big cat, like a tiger but green, with his big paws and long tail.
Finally approaching his complicated redstone door, he sighs. Finally he can take all this heavy armor off and give his aching paws a break. Making his way into the house, he takes off his gold chestplate, sighing in relief as he makes his way into his bedroom to get his brush out.
When he opened the door to his room, he realized he was right about his boyfriend, who was fast asleep on their bed. Ponk had always been quick to fall asleep, in any situation, even if it was inconvenient. He’d fallen asleep riding on Sam’s back once, only to fall off and blame Sam for ‘dropping’ him.
Sam smiled seeing his boyfriend curled up on top of their covers, he was still in his normal clothes, must’ve just fallen asleep too quickly to change, it was cute. He tried to walk quietly to their bedside table, where his brush was. Because of how big his paws are, he tends to make a lot of noise when he’s not careful.
He makes it to the side table without waking Ponk up, he lets out a sigh of relief and opens the drawer, pulling his brush out to deal with his tangled fur. Before he can even close the drawer though, he hears Ponk’s voice coming from next to him.
“When’d you get home?” He sounded tired, not fully awake yet. Looking over, Ponk was sitting up on the bed, staring confused at Sam.
“Just now actually. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up, love.” Sam says lovingly, walking over to his boyfriend and gently pushing him to lay down again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Just go back to sleep.”
Ponk just smiled, and reached his arms up to wrap around Sam’s torso, pulling him down towards him slightly. “But why would I do that when I could have boyfriend cuddles instead?”
Sam laughed lightly, leaning down more into Ponk’s grip, only to pull away again. “Sorry Ponkie, but I gotta brush my fur out before it gets worse.”
Ponk seemed a bit more awake now, letting Sam’s torso go and looking at the brush in his hand. “I’ll just do it for you, win-win. I get time with my favorite person and you get your fur brushed.” He reaches out and takes the brush from Sam’s hand before he can protest.
“But you’re tired, I can deal with it myself, it’s fine.” Sam tries to take the brush back before Ponk’s other hand stops him.
“Don’t give me that, I’m not even that tired, and I know you can’t even reach all the way down your back. Just let me help you, you big dummy.” Ponk giggles, patting the spot next to him on the bed.
Sam gives in, climbing into bed with him. They had a pretty large bed because of Sam’s size. He lays down on his stomach, tucking his paws under him and curling his tail around himself, like a cat would, leaning his elbows down on a pillow.
Ponk sits up a bit more and scoots himself closer to Sam’s lower half, brush in hand. Sam’s fur wasn’t that tangled, most just around his legs and paws from walking around all day. The rest of it was still as soft as it always is.
Ponk always loved Sam’s fur, it’s so soft and shiny, he really takes good care of it. He starts brushing closer towards Sam’s waist, admiring the way the fur smooths out into the same shiny gleam as the rest.
“Have I ever told you how pretty your fur is?” Ponk starts, not really paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.
Sam chuckles at this. “Only like everyday, Ponkie.”
“Well it’s true, you have gorgeous fur.” Ponk giggles. “I’m really lucky that my boyfriend is basically a giant cat.”
A comfortable moment of silence passes as Ponk continues to brush out small knots around Sam’s waist, making his way down his side. Sam relaxes into the pillow under him, it feels nice, like getting your hair played with.
“Hey, this doesn’t mean I’m a furry right?” Ponk randomly says.
It takes Sam a moment to process what he just said. “W-What?” He breathes out a laugh, turning his head towards Ponk. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Okay, good.” Was all Ponk says, turning his attention back to brushing through Sam’s fur.
Minutes pass, or maybe even hours, Sam can’t tell. He was basically about to fall asleep, the way Ponk’s hands move across his back and legs, it was just so relaxing. He could tell that Ponk had stopped a couple of times to just simply pet him too.
It was all so relaxing until Ponk made it to his back legs, closer to his tail. He flinched, pulling his leg closer to himself out of reflex.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” Ponk immediately pulls his hands away, looking at Sam’s face for any signs of discomfort.
“N-No, it’s fine.” Sam says quietly before shoving his face into the pillow.
Ponk hesitantly continued, pulling Sam’s leg out from underneath him to brush around his paw. However, the closer he got to the inside of his leg, the more Sam would move around, making small muffled noises into the pillow.
Stopping again, Ponk pulls his hands away from Sam’s leg. Sam turns his head towards him, confused at why he stopped.
“Are you sure I’m not hurting you? You’re moving around an awful lot.” Ponk asks in a worried tone.
Sam hesitated on his answer for a second, it was embarrassing. He couldn’t just tell Ponk that it felt good, that he was getting off on him brushing his fur. Well, he probably could, they were dating after all, it shouldn’t be that embarrassing.
“I’m sure, you’re fine. It’s just a bit...sensitive.” Sam finally says, quietly, a light blush starting to creep it’s way onto his face.
Ponk, once again, continued brushing the same leg, paying more attention to the inside than before. It was driving Sam crazy, he shoved his face back into the pillow to muffle any sounds that managed to slip past his lips. He could tell he was getting hard, trying his best not to grind his hips into the bed below him.
“Alright, can you turn on your side so I can get your stomach?” Ponk asks, breaking through increasingly heated thoughts.
Oh no, if he turns over onto his side, Ponk will see that he’s hard. Not that anything bad could possibly come from that situation, Sam’s head still said it would, so he didn’t move.
“Sam?” Ponk asks, leaning up to Sam’s face.
“I-I don’t think you need to brush my stomach, I should be fine for now.” Sam stutters out, his face most definitely red by now.
“Oh come on, I’ve already gotten this far, might as well finish.” Ponk chuckles, trying to push Sam over onto his side.
“N-No, really, I’m fine.” Sam sits his upper half up, trying to reach over to Ponk before he actually manages to push him over.
It’s too late though, Ponk manages to roll him onto his side. “You’re such a baby-”
Ponk’s eyes meet Sam’s dick, just before Sam’s back legs tuck themselves up to block himself. “Oh-” Ponk says, face flushing a little bit.
He turns his head to Sam, both faces flushed now. Instead of keeping the shocked expression he had like Sam thought he would, he just smiled, leaning up closer to Sam’s face.
“Sammy, is that what all this was about?” Ponk rests a hand on the back of Sam’s waist, gently petting the fur there.
“I-” Sam cuts himself off, not knowing what to say.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, love.” Ponk smiles again, leaning in to kiss Sam.
Sam immediately melts into the kiss, closing his eyes. It was soft, affectionate. Ponk’s hand comes up to gently push Sam’s upper half down into the bed, making his turn onto his back.
Sam let out a quiet whimper into Ponk’s mouth as his back leans back into the bed, his paws curling up in a cute way, and his tail swishing happily.
Ponk broke the kiss to make his way down Sam’s neck and jaw, pulling small noises out of his boyfriend. Sam’s arms wrap themselves around Ponk’s shoulders.
To be honest, he was still incredibly embarrassed, but he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity like this with his boyfriend, he probably couldn’t if he tried. Ponk bit lightly on a spot under his jawline, making Sam draw in a quick breath.
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed Sammy.” Ponk says in a baby voice, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Sam’s lips again.
Sam whimpers at the comment, he was almost painfully hard now. “Please…” He says breathlessly.
“Aww, d’you need my help again?” Ponk teases, leaning back a bit to gently pet the fur on Sam’s stomach.
Sam let out another whimper as he twitched at the touch, why did it feel so good anytime he touched his fur, it was so intense. He nodded at Ponk’s question.
Ponk muttered an ‘okay’ before moving his hand slowly down towards Sam’s dick. He moved as slowly as possible, teasing, enjoying the small twitches and whimpers Sam would let out as he got closer. Eventually though, his hand comes to wrap around Sam’s cock, slowly stroking up and down.
Sam bucked his hips up, letting out a loud moan. He leaned back against the bed again, gripping the sheets. He’d never been this worked up from just a little touching before, it was weird.
“There you go baby. So pretty.” Ponk praises, continuing his slow pace. Another hand reaches up to pet across his stomach, only making Sam move around more.
“ Ah- Ponkie, please-” Sam breathed out, moving his hips to thrust up into Ponk’s hand. He wished he could kiss him right now, that was one downside about being hybrid like this, Ponk could only reach one side of him at a time.
“Please what? You want me to go faster, Sammy?” Ponk teases again, his hand moving in the same unchanging, slow pace.
Sam moans out again, nodding his head, bucking his hips up again. Ponk just lets him, seeing how desperate he is at this point. He speeds up his pace, watching Sam squirm, his tail swishing back and forth.
Sam’s hands grip at the sheets under him, bucking his hips up into Ponk’s hand. His front paws curled in on themselves, pulling tight against his body as he let out increasingly louder moans.
“Ponk, ah- close- please.” Sam moans out, Ponk only speeding up his hand, paying more attention to the tip.
That was all Sam needed as he felt the tension in his stomach snap, his eyes rolling back slightly as his hips stuttered and he came hard. Ponk worked him through it, slowing down to a stop after a second.
Sam was out of breath, panting, still laying completely on his back, his hands no longer gripping the sheets.
Ponk made his way up to Sam’s face, scooting himself up the bed. He reached over Sam to grab some tissues to wipe his hand and Sam off.
“Jesus christ Ponk, you need to brush my fur more often.” Sam chuckles, sitting up slightly.
“Hm, only if you beg like you did just now.” Ponk answers, pulling Sam to lay down on his side, facing him. Cuddling up to him, he feels Sam wrap his front paws around him, pulling him closer.
“We’ll see, Ponkie.” Sam mutters, clearly tired.
As they start to doze off, Ponk notices Sam fell asleep before him. He nuzzles his head into Sam’s chest, hearing a faint purring coming from him. That’s when he notices that Sam’s front paws, which are wrapped around him, are kneading him. He smiles to himself, his boyfriend really is just a big cat. He slowly drifts off to sleep to the feeling and sound of Sam’s purring and kneading.