Chapter 01: Good Morning, Rookie

Aritimi had to wake much earlier than she used to because she was about to take her former pupils on a special trip.

She just finished her morning workout, which was more like a midnight workout at this point. Her pregnancy made her life harder, but she didn’t alter her daily routine just because of that.

She walked into the kitchen, her naked body, which she always works out without clothes, was covered in a sheen of sweat.

With a devilish grin, she picked up a whole jar of peanut butter and opened it.

She wasted no time. Dipping three fingers deep into the creamy, salted depths of the jar, she scooped out a generous dollop, the thick paste clinging to her skin.

With a slow motion, she began to adorn herself. She started with her nipples, circling the sensitive peaks with the rich oil until they were coated and glistening. From there, her hand drifted lower, sliding between her thighs to smear the peanut butter across her clitoris and the soft folds of her pussy. The contrast of the cool, thick cream against her heat-flushed skin sent a sharp spark of pleasure through her, a grounding sensation that reminded her she was very much alive and very much changing.

“Bluey! Come to mama!” she called.

Almost immediately, the sound of paws broke the kitchen’s silence as the creature dashed into the room.

Bluey was a monster called Cobalt Canine. She adopted him after the Luparegina fiasco. He looked like a normal dog, but with blue fur.

“It’s all yours,” Aritimi grinned, presenting her peanut buttered breasts to the beast.

“You’re a greedy little monster, aren’t you?” Aritimi chuckled, the sound vibrating in her chest as Bluey began to lap at her skin. The creature’s tongue was rough, a rhythmic sanding that sent shivers racing from her sternum down to her toes. He worked with a focused intensity, his wet nose nudging her ribs to get a better angle at the remaining dollops of peanut butter. The sensation was a chaotic blend of ticklishness and sudden, sharp heat, making her breath hitch in the quiet of the early morning.

“Easy, you glutton,” Aritimi laughed, her voice thickening as she leaned back against the cool granite of the kitchen counter. She let her head tilt back, eyes closing as Bluey’s tongue found the dip of her waist, cleaning the stray smears with a dedicated, rhythmic precision.

Then came the main course. Aritimi shifted her weight, spreading her legs slightly wider to give Bluey unrestricted access to the thickest deposits of the peanut butter. As the Cobalt Canine’s tongue finally found the center of her heat, the rough texture of his tongue acted like a living exfoliating cloth, swirling against her clitoris with a mindless, hungry enthusiasm. She gasped, her fingers digging into the granite countertop, the cold stone a stark contrast to the fire blooming between her thighs. Every lap of his tongue was a rhythmic, wet pressure that sent jolts of electricity straight to her core, making her hips instinctively roll against him.

“Yes! Right there, you clever boy,” Aritimi moaned, her voice dropping an octave. Then she noticed Bluey’s red rocket. His erection was already beet red, waiting to be touched.

“Umm, what a good boy. You know what Mommy likes,” she purred, reaching down to wrap her fingers around the pulsing, velvet heat of his length.

Bluey let out a low, rumbling whine that vibrated through Aritimi’s lower body, his tail wiggling in a frantic, rhythmic beat.

She began to jerk his cock with slow, rhythmic pulses, her palm catching the beads of pre-cum that acted as a natural lubricant.

“Oh, you already cleaned me. You were a really hungry boy today,” she chuckled. Her pussy was squeaky clean now, even her pubic hair was shiny and wet.

“Lie down,” Aritimi ordered softly, her voice a low, honeyed command.

“Good boy,” Aritimi murmured as Bluey obeyed, his heavy paws thumping against the linoleum as he flopped onto his back, legs splayed in a posture of total surrender. He looked up at her with wide, eager eyes, his chest heaving with anticipation. Aritimi didn’t move immediately; she took a moment to admire the sight of him, the vibrant blue of his fur contrasting with the flushed, beet-red heat of his erection.

“Now, stay very still for Mama,” Aritimi whispered, her voice thick with a playful warmth.

Aritimi didn’t just sit; she flowed. As she lowered herself over him, her body shifted with a subtle, wet sound, her muscles undulating beneath her skin like a tide pulling back from the shore.

She began to rock, her hips moving in a slow, grinding circle that allowed her to feel every ridge of his heat. The sensation was overwhelming; a thick, pulsing pressure that filled her, grounding her in the physical reality of the moment. Aritimi let out a long, shuddering breath, her head falling back as she surrendered to the rhythmic friction. Every slide forward felt like a spark igniting in her core, and every pull back left her craving more.