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Master Ruin X Pet Bloodmoon Twins
The Red Twin acts like a dog, and the Blue Twin acts like a cat.
The red twin is named Crimson, and the blue twin is named Grimmy.
Content Warnings: Pet Play, Pillow Humping (Implied), Blood, Gore (Animal Gore), Getting Caught, Biting, Scratching, Public Sex, Degrading Kink, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Barbed Penis, Rough Anal Sex, Spanking, Praise Kink, Choking, Shower Sex as Aftercare, and Animal Death.
Third Person’s POV:
Ruin wakes up from bed, and his pet Crimson greets him with a nuzzle and a lick. Ruin heads to the bathroom, washes up, and exits.
He discovers that one of his pillows was wet with jizz. He gets dressed before grabbing the pillowcase to wash it.
He asks his houseman, Eclipse, to wash the pillowcase. Ruin goes to the dining room to see his breakfast on the table. He sits on the chair, places a napkin on his lap, and begins eating. While he is eating his breakfast, Crimson sneaks under the table to tease him.
While As Ruin drinks his tea, Crimson climbs and nips Ruin’s crotch, making him flinch and spill the tea. Luckily, the majority of the tea lands on the napkin on his lap.
“CRIMSON!!” Ruin lowers and glares at Crimson, “You made me spill my tea!”
Crimson slyly smiles and riles Ruin up by nuzzling in his crotch and nipping until Ruin gets an erection.
“You're a few steps away from being a bad boy!” Ruin warns. “Keep it up!”
Ignoring Ruin's warning, Crimson nuzzles Ruin's tented pants, snatches the napkin from his lap, and dashes off.
“Oh Crimson…” Ruin resumes eating his breakfast as he adds, “That bloody dog!”
Crimson’s POV:
I’m playing with my master's napkin, chewing the fabric and rolling it over. I pull the napkin each time it gets stuck. I roughly chew and pull the napkin until it tears apart.
I violently shake the napkin, shredding it into little pieces. My tail wags nonstop as I feel my pent-up energy evaporate.
I enter the living room and see my brother, Grimmy, crawling, his hypnotic eyes focused on something plump and small, a grey mouse.
The mouse skitters with a big breadcrumb in its mouth. It looks around for anything in its way before taking it out and munching the remaining crumbs.
Grimmy’s body wiggles while he sneaks closer to the mouse. Since the mouse was too busy and focused on its meal, he pounced, his paw pinning the mouse’s body, and the mouse squealed, trying to skitter away from him. But he lifts the mouse by its tail and bites the bottom half of its body.
Some blood landed on my brother’s sharp teeth as he munched on the mouse's guts. I resume pulling and tearing the napkin until it's shredded into tiny pieces.
“Brother, how many mice did you kill today?” I ask.
“I have killed five so far. I'm aiming for ten today.” He answers.
“That's great! I've torn LOADS of Master’s napkins this week!” I brag.
“Nice,” he adds, “But I would refrain from tearing too many napkins; Master would be mad if you keep doing it.”
My ears droop as I drop the small piece from my mouth and frown. He looks outside and smiles.
“I have an idea,” he says, approaching the door and instructing, “Follow me.”
My ears perk up as I follow him. He opens the door, and my eyes open wide. Outside was a colorful garden. Littered with red roses, pansies, and tulips.
“Thank you, brother!" I turned to give him a tight hug, "Thank you for giving me another area to play in!”
“You're welcome; I'll check on you soon.” He returns the hug and pats my back.
He walks away to search for more pests as I dash and jump into the tulips. I rip the bright red bulbs off the stems, tearing the petals, and leave. My paws scoop the fresh dirt, digging a big hole.
While digging, I find a couple of rocks and toss them on the grass. I dug the hole big enough to hide large items. I take the torn tulips and bury them in the hole to hide my mess.
Once I'm done, I decide to put the rocks by the nearby door for my brother to pick up. I then look around for more areas to play in. My eyes suddenly spot a small chipmunk, its bulging cheeks filled with nuts.
My instincts triggered as I chased the chipmunk. The small rodent spots me and scurries away. My eyes locked on the rodent as I bumped into the plants and chairs.
I race after that rodent, pacing after it. However, it dug under the gates, and I crashed into the bars. The chipmunk skitters away to a burrow. I tried to free myself, but the handles were too tight to slip through.
Ruin's POV:
After finishing my breakfast, I entered the living room only to see the napkin torn into tiny pieces. Anger fuels inside me as I see some of the pieces hidden under the sofa.
I sigh and decide to go outside for fresh air. However, I spot a giant CHAOTIC mess. The red flowers were torn, holes were formed all OVER the place, and the rocks were littered on the ground.
I nearly tumbled on one large stone. Growling in frustration, I thought of a common suspect who possibly trashed my lovely garden.
It must be Crimson, that bloody dog who snatched my napkin earlier… I thought.
I spot a track of muddy paw prints on the ground and follow them. I hear familiar whimpers and struggles coming from the gates.
I found Crimson, half of his body stuck between the bars. He barks for help as I sneak behind him and grab his ass.
He yelps as I spank him, “HOW DARE YOU TRASH MY GARDEN?!”
My spanks intensify, amplifying the pain. I pull down his pants, spanking both sides of his buttocks. Crimson cries as I slap him a couple of times.
“Master, please! I'm sorry!” He whines.
“You're not sorry, Crimson!” I lower close to him and yell, “You were only sorry that you got CAUGHT!”
I feel my erection form as I keep slapping his butt.
“Please! I promise I'll never trash your garden again!” he cries.
“You promise? Well, in this case…” I halt and think of a solution until, “How about you let me fuck you here? Right now?”
Crimson paused at my suggestion. I felt his body heat up.
“Ok… I promise, just be gentle…” He says.
“Alright, Crimson.” I take off my belt and drop my pants on the ground. “First things first.”
I spread his cheeks, free my tongue, and rim his hole. Crimson's body shivers from my licks, saliva lubricating his hole. However, it's not enough for proper penetration.
I feel my erection harden, precum trickling down my thigh. After a few licks, I aim my shaft at Crimson's tight hole, circling and lubricating it enough to safely thrust in.
Crimson gasps, his small body trying to process my long length. I thrust inside him a few times until he adjusts. I groan, feeling his hole tighten around my large cock.
I pound inside him, his tightness challenging me to fuck him harder. I feel aroused by his moans and whimpers. Despite having anal sex outside, I wouldn't care if a nearby neighbor caught me “punishing” my naughty dog.
My hands held his hips as I rammed his ass, occasionally slapping one side of his buttocks. I didn't know Crimson was that tight, let alone adjusted to my large size so quickly.
I start to thrust erratically inside him, growling and aroused. Chasing that orgasm each time I cram my cock inside him. I hear a couple of footsteps and see a man walking by us.
When he found us, his eyes widened, flinching after realizing what I'm doing to Crimson.
I warned him. “Run along now; he’s punished.”
The man gags after seeing Crimson’s eyes roll up, his tongue sticking out. The neighbor slowly walks away and suddenly dashes off. I feel his hole tighten around my shaft. I spread the cheeks of his butt, roughly thrusting until my cum spews inside him. I thrust my cock a few times to fill his hole until he’s stuffed like a cream puff.
I pull out my dick, seeing my cum dripping out of his ass. I let out my tongue and lick his stuffed hole. His body twitches at my moist tongue, but he tolerates it. My warm semen melting on my tongue hardens my cock once more, but it’ll have to wait for now. First, I have to put Crimson to bed. Luckily, Crimson’s body starts to get limp and tired from his “punishment.”
I safely removed him before carrying him home to a pet room. The room was made for him and his brother. Laid his body on the large dog bed and covered him with a blanket. He snores lightly as his tail twitches. I chuckle at his reaction.
“Sleep now, Crimson.” I then suddenly remember, “I wonder who let him out…”
Is it Grimmy? That bloody cat always encourages Crimson to cause mischief…, I thought.
I hear some glass breaking from a nearby room. Before I walk out, I glance at Crimson sleeping peacefully before leaving to investigate the sound. I pace throughout the halls and hear more glass breaking. Frustration and fear build up as I arrive in the room, only to see Grimmy catching a rat. After biting its body, he turns to see me.
I cross my arms, stomping my feet in annoyance. “What is this mess, Grimmy?”
Grimmy steps backward, his ears flattened and tail hidden by my reaction. With the dead rat in his mouth, he steps back as I try to approach him.
I beckoned him, “Grimmy, come here.”
He growls as I begin pacing towards him, making me halt. He steps back a couple of times until he takes off running. I race after him, and he jumps on top of a bookshelf and knocks over a few books to delay my chase. Luckily, I caught the books and landed them on the sofa.
He flees the living room, hoping that I’d lose him. My eyes locked on his fluffy tail as he ran down the stairs, entering my gallery.
“Come here, Grimmy!” I warned him.
He jumps on a few obstacles, knocking over three vases, two bust sculptures, and one piece of art to block my pursuit. 2 vases and a bust shatter on the floor into tiny pieces. He is in SO MUCH TROUBLE!!!
As I run closer to him, I try to grab his tail, but he suddenly swerves, fleeing the gallery, and leaps on a console table. He kicks the cloth off, landing on my face, forcing me to halt my chase.
Nearly tripped on a large lump in the hallway carpet. I angrily growl as I remove the tablecloth, frustrated by Grimmy’s actions. He may be smart with his moves and is huge at helping my mansion be free from pesky rodents.
But he's been a bad cat today; he needs a BIG punishment for making a big mess in the living room and hallway. I call Cosmo and order him to clean the messy hallway and living room. I walk down the hallway and hear Grimmy’s light footsteps enter the kitchen.
I instantly hide behind a large hallway cabinet, stalking him as he roams around the kitchen. His ears perk as he spots a rat hiding under the table, lowering his posture.
While focusing on the rat, I think of making a trap. I open the nearby drawer, scrambling for a large cloth that can trap Grimmy’s small body.
Grimmy’s POV:
The rat is currently eating some leftover apples that Ruin dropped yesterday. I take a few small, silent steps towards it. The rat stops eating and examines the kitchen for any predators. Luckily, it resumes eating its fruity meal. I crouch further, shaking my bum for proper balance, and pounce at it.
The rat squeals as I sink my teeth into its slender body. I pin its tail to prevent its escape. My teeth dug into the rat's organs, blood spilling from its body as I tore the body apart. The rat’s body goes limp, dying as I pull its fresh organs out of its stomach.
I drop the rat, devouring its moist organs before swallowing its entire body. I lick the remaining blood on the tiled floor. Sudden knocks come from the walls outside the kitchen, making me jump.
I turn towards the exit, but no one is there. My ears turn back, curious and frightened. I take a few steps, alert to my surroundings in the kitchen, occasionally turning my head to catch any noise.
I step out of the kitchen and cautiously.
I suddenly spot another rat passing by in the hallway. However, before I could pounce, I was suddenly wrapped in a cloth like a bag. The bag was tied tightly, making it futile for me to rip it apart.
Ruin’s POV:
FINALLY! I got him!
I chuckle at Grimmy's muffled growls as I take him to my room. I opened the door, tossed the bag on my bed, and locked the door.
I untied the knot and was met with Grimmy’s claws nearly slashing my face! My eyes widened at his reaction as he hissed.
My face was scrunched, irritated by his reaction. His ears flattened, and his tail puffed as he hissed.
“You caused enough trouble, Grimmy! Your brother TRASHED my garden!” I yell, trying to restrain him, “How dare you! Encouraging him to make more MESSES?!”
He thrashes around, attempting to bite my arms. “Don’t be BRATTY to your owner! You are a bad kitty today!”
He flees into my pillows, trying to hide from my grasp. “Keep this up, and you will be LOCKED in a cage tomorrow! In the BASEMENT!!”
Grimmy’s soft growls vibrate through the pillows of my bed. I quickly realized my tone was too harsh and threatening. I choose to sit on the bed and wait for an entire minute until Grimmy’s head appears.
“Feeling better?” I ask.
Grimmy’s ears flatten as he scoffs, his head hiding back in the pillow pile. I sigh. What am I going to do with this cat?
An idea suddenly appears in my mind: the first potential scenario to resolve is sex.
I wonder if Grimmy is in the mood for sex… I ponder.
“Grimmy? I have an idea.” I say, moving towards the pillows.
“What is it?” He groans, the pillows covering his speech.
“I will not punish you at all.” I lift a pillow on top of the pile. “I have a better solution; I don't know if you'll like it.”
“Hmm?” Grimmy’s head looks up.
“Instead of the cage, why don’t we have sex?” I suggest.
His face reddens, his ears perk, and he snatches the pillow to hide again.
I scoot near him and whisper, “I'll be gentle, Grimmy, I promise.”
His growls are muffled against the pillow. “Ok, it's better than the cage anyway…”
I pat my lap for him and ask, “Good kitty, want some pets?”
Grimmy's body leaves the pillow pile. I beckon him as he approaches. I scratch his cheeks, making him purr as he rubs against my hand.
He plops on my lap, exposing his stomach. I gently rub his stomach; however, he suddenly grabs my hand and nibbles my fingers like a bear trap.
Despite the nibbles, I keep petting his belly.
His nibbles turn into harsh bites, signaling overstimulation.
Knowing Grimmy, he’s a big menace. He loves to tease and trick guests by exposing his stomach. Along with revealing his stomach, he makes a cute face, his mismatched eyes half-lidded, and he is affectionate.
I notice a bulge forming in his pants. I remove my hand. His hands reach for my hand, as if he's begging for more rubs. Instead, my hand dives down instantly to touch his tented pants, fondling harshly.
He mewls and growls as I keep playing with his erection before pulling his pants down. I stroke his barbed, erect cock, making him relax. His eyelids lower as he enjoys the sensation.
Strings of white semen land on my hand, which I use for lubrication as I build up the pace. Loud wet noises fill the room, making my erection form a tent against my pants.
My free hand softly fondles his balls. I accelerate the speed as Grimmy’s relaxed purrs vibrate his body. I abruptly squeeze his balls, making his eyes widen and catch my hands.
His sharp teeth dig into my arm, and I moan from the harsh pain of his bite. I quickly pulled my bitten arm away, pinning my free arm on his throat as he choked at my grip.
“I was about to be nice and soft to you, but since you bit my arm, you're getting a harsher punishment.” I release my hand away from him and demand, “Roll over.”
Grimmy pauses as his ears lower, confused by my instruction. I squeeze his balls harder with my damaged arm as I repeat, “Get on the bed and roll over for me, Grimmy. Your punishment would not be the cage. I have something else in mind.”
His sharp ears lift as he gets off my lap, and he growls as he crawls further on my bed and halts near a window.
I joined him and instructed. “Get on all fours, but keep your legs apart.”
He did as I said, his fluffy tail shuddering as I examined his nude rear end. His tail attempts to cover his buttocks, but I lift it using my damaged hand.
He tries to look at me, but I order him, “Don’t try to look at me! Focus on the window instead!”
Grimmy whimpers as he looks around at the wall. I use my undamaged hand to spread one cheek, revealing his tight hole. I let out my tongue and lightly lick it, making Grimmy's body shudder.
I keep licking and add my bitten hand to spread his second cheek. Using my tongue to apply saliva on Grimmy’s hole before spreading his cheeks and penetrating inside. He may taste strong and musky on my tongue, but that's my favorite part of him.
He does clean himself after hunting a few pests. Sometimes, when he can’t clean all of his important spots, he would let me lick him in difficult areas that he can’t reach.
Thinking about those times makes my cock throb hard. I feel some precum stain through my pants. I lick his hole in circular motions before softly kissing it.
I stop to remove my pants, letting out my hard, slimy cock. I decide to pretend to insert my member by rubbing my cock on his hole in circular motions before switching to my clean middle finger and inserting it inside of him. He whimpers at the feeling of my finger digging inside his hole.
“Master, your cock feels so long!” He comments.
I lie, “I know, Grimmy, I was so pent up earlier.”
I begin to thrust my finger at an agonizingly slow pace, wondering how much I can edge him. I see his barbed tentacle cock throbbing. Grimmy whines as I see several drops of precum stain the sheets.
“Can you go faster?” He asks.
“No…” I replied.
Grimmy cries at the slow pace of my thrusts.
“Very pathetic, Grimmy…” I curl my finger inside, getting more reactions. “I haven’t even finished, and here you are, a weeping mess.”
Grimmy tries moving against my middle finger for a faster pace.
“Please!” He mewls, “Go faster!”
“Hold on!” I snap.
I used my free hand to jerk him off, milking his cock for more cum. Grimmy’s body shudders as his back hunches. Making me suddenly thrust my finger inside his hole at a fast pace, Grimmy whimpers as his legs begin to tremble at the intense speed and feeling of my long finger ramming inside of him.
I sneak my index finger inside, keeping the intense pace. Grimmy’s claws shred the sheets as he moans. I feel my member harden, like it's begging to enter inside Grimmy’s tight hole.
His tail raises while his back hunches after a few thrusts from my fingers until his cock spews more milky-white cum, a few drops landing on my hand. The fur of his fluffy tail twitches as I milk more cum on my hand for extra lubrication, but some drops stain the sheets.
I pull out my middle finger and dry it using the dry areas of the sheets. I lick his tight asshole a few times before inserting my slimy cock into it. The tightness of his hole wraps around my shaft, making me ram almost my entire length.
Grimmy cries from the pain and pleasure of my shaft being shoved into his small body. A few slow thrusts before pulling out, I notice his legs tremble and fall.
Unable to get up, I grab his waist and lie on my back, resting my head against the pillow. I balance his body before entering my cock inside his hole. I feel the soft walls squeeze my shaft, feeling drops of precum spew inside. Grimmy wails and whimpers at my big length being pushed inside his small body.
“Your cries are arousing.” I then feel his milky white semen land on my thighs. “I haven’t cum yet, and you made a little mess on my legs!”
“I'm sorry, Master! I couldn’t hold it!” He whines, “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to-”
“Don’t worry, Grimmy. I know you couldn’t control it.” I pause and pet his head. “You can let it all out if you like.”
I feel his body loosening, relaxing the rest of his muscles. I then resume harsh thrusts, feeling Grimmy’s back curl from the sensation.
“Who's a good cat?” I chuckle and praise, “You're taking Master's cock so well.”
He purrs at my praise, his fluffy tail slowly brushing against my chest. The feeling of climax builds up in my cock, making me ram my shaft repeatedly inside him.
“I'm almost there, Grimmy! Hold onto me!” I instruct.
I grip him tight around his waist as I deliver harsh thrusts, making him cry until I feel my cock burst a load of semen inside him. I breed Grimmy to the brim until he can't handle any more cum.
I place him softly on the bed, admiring my cum leaking from his hole. His ears and tail twitch as he releases more cum out of his barbed cock.
“So, are you ready for a bath?” I ask while I massage him from the butt to the back. “I can bring your brother in as well.”
His ears perk at my suggestion as he nods. I carry Grimmy to the bathroom, prepare the bathtub, and turn on the hot water.
I told him to stay there and entered the pet room to collect his brother. He's now awake but tired from earlier. I carried him to the bathroom, but Grimmy was already in the bathtub.
I strip Crimson's clothes off before putting him in the bathtub. Grimmy grooms his brother by using soap and water, licking his face to remove any hard, dirty areas.
I remove my clothes to join them, using the showerhead to rinse their bodies. However, Crimson starts to nip my cock, riling me up.
“You want to do it again?” I return the showerhead and say, “Go ahead, have fun with Master’s cock.”
The twins begin playing and lightly biting my dick, arousing me to cum abruptly.
"You two are good boys helping Master cum.” I pet them before leaving the bathtub. “Let's play more in my room.”
I dry them before having more sex in my room. After that, we rest after a couple of orgasms.
~The End~