Anon’s special order. (Anon x Panini)

                                                     Anon’s special order
                                                         By:Anondive

>"Mr. Anonymous, you can’t be serious....you want to see Panini...my apprentice...nude?!” Endive incredulously asked in wide eyed confusion from across the counter.

>Anon nodded his head in confirmation.

>”Mr. Anonymous, I have been extremely tolerant of your...eccentricities in the past because you are a valued customer but surely you can see why that is completely out of the—-!”

>Her words were halted instantly and her already wide eyes bulged in disbelief as the man dumped a large bag of money on to the counter.

>”Question...PANINI!”

>Panini popped her head around the corner from the kitchen and looked curiously at her mentor, “yes, Ms. Endive?”

>“You heard the man! Get nude!” Endive demanded as she stuffed the front of her dress with money.

>“N-nude Ms. Endive?! But—-“ Panini asked in shock.

>Endive rolled her eyes and cut her stuttering apprentice off mid sentence.

>“But nothing, you silly girl!” She snapped before turning to look at Anon with a smile, “The customer is always right.”

>”Um...yes right away Ms. Endive...” Said Panini as she nervously moved back into the kitchen.

>Endive turned to look at Anon, still smiling as she finished shoving money down the front of her dress, “Please take a seat Mr. Anonymous, your order will be ready shortly.”

>The man nodded and took a seat in a plush chair beside the counter as Endive entered the kitchen to check on his "order".

>He could faintly hear a hushed conversation.

>Anon focused on the muffled voices and could make out what sounded almost like an argument

>”Ms. Endive d-do I really have to?” Panini nervously asked. Anon could practically feel Endive's eyes roll from his seat in the foyer.

>“Yes, my dear, you REALLY do. Mr. Anonymous has paid for his dish, very VERY well might I add and what is the first rule of being a chef Panini dear?” Endive asked impatiently.

> “...Always wash your hands?” Panini replied, more question than answer.

>”No Panini...the OTHER first rule; the customer is always right. Now, get. NUDE.”

>"...Yes, Ms. Endive." Panini sighed.

>Roughly ten minutes had passed since Anon had taken his seat in the foyer; knowing what was coming made the minutes feel like hours.

>Endive suddenly re-entered the foyer with a wide smile.

>”Well, Mr. Anonymous, I thank you for your patience your dish proved to be...err, troublesome, but as with all things I have once again outdone myself!” She said, still smiling. After a moment of nothing happening however her smile fell,  “ Ahehem! I have ONCE AGAIN OUTDONE MYSELF!” She repeated.

>Again nothing happened.

>Endive turned toward the kitchen door with a deep frown.

>“PANINI THAT WAS THE SIGNAL! GET OUT HERE THIS INSTANT!” She boomed.

>”...Y-yes Ms. Endive” Came the pink girl's nervous reply, barely audible through the kitchen door.

>The door slowly creaked open.

>Anon leaned forward in his chair, his eyes completely and utterly focused on the widening gap of the door.

>There, in the now fully opened door stood Panini, her cheeks red, her eyes turned downward focusing on the tiles of the floor, and she clutched an apron to her body.

>Anon's mouth hung open.

>He could tell by her exposed shoulders and the smooth pink fur that revealed itself along her sides that she was wearing nothing, save for that apron.

>”Panini, do be a dear and remove the LID from Mr. Anonymous’ order won’t you?” Endive “asked”.

>Panini’s eyes turned upward to glance between her mentor and the still seated Anon.

>Her mouth opened and closed in rapid succession as she searched for the right words.

>”I’m sorry, Numnums!” she whispered to herself as she dropped the apron, revealing her tight young body.

>”Don’t forget the garnish, Panini, while just for show is an extremely important part of any dish.” Endive stated , giving Anon a smug side glance and a  smirk.

>The pink girl seemed confused by her mentor's words, then her eyes widened in realization as she turned her head to look squarely at Anon. Her cheeks burned even brighter as she spoke, “O-oh, um...right...” she then clasped her hands behind her back and heaved her miniscule chest outward, the effort of the act making her lack of a proper bosom nearly unnoticeable, “O-o-order up M-mr. Anonymous” She said, screwing her wide eyes shut.

>For a moment the man couldn't move as he sat thunderstruck at the sight before him.

>He drank in every detail of the small girl's naked form; from the way her legs nervously shook, to the way her thighs clung together, denying him the view he craved, up to the way her diminutive chest rose and fell as she breathed deep trying to calm herself, and finally up to the tears of embarrassment that spilled down her cheeks as she reopened her wide, pink eyes.

>As Anon stood and walked over to where his “dish” stood, he circled around behind her to further inspect his prize, as he did he noticed it.

>The final straw that broke his already barely contained libido.

>There, as he looked down just past her short tail at the two mounds of her pink buttocks, he noticed the slick fur, made damp with arousal. The revelation that she was seemingly turned on at being presented to him as little more than a paid for serving of eye candy caused the last bit of his reasoning to break.

>He quickly knelt down and reached around to her chest with one hand to give her rapidly hardening nipple a soft tweak, while his other hand wedged two fingers within the valley of her thighs. The last thing Anon registered before Endive's surprisingly strong hands pried him away was: firstly the boiling heat between Panini’s legs and secondly the small and clearly excited “Oh my gosh!” the pink girl squeaked out as his fingers made contact.

>”Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Anonymous! You paid to look NOT to touch, that being said I do believe that concludes our business here today. Have an excellent day Mr. Anonymous. Do come back and see us again!” Endive said with a smile.

>Wide eyed and rock hard, Anon quickly reached for his wallet.

>Unfortunately it was empty “FUCK!!” He thought to himself.

>He looked up from his wallet to see Endive making her way through the kitchen door.

>“Come along, Panini dear, we’ve work to do.” She called over her shoulder.

>Anon’s eyes quickly darted down to the small pink girl in front of him.

>She looked over her shoulder toward the kitchen door. It almost looks like she was frowning.

>“Coming Ms. Endive!” She called before looking over to Anon as she reached down to clutch the apron to her chest, “Bye Mr. Anonymous! ...Please come again~.” She said with a wink as she hurriedly made her way to the kitchen leaving him alone in the foyer.

>“Wait...did she just..” He thought to himself as he turned and reluctantly exited the building.

--2 days later--

>Anon arrived at Endive’s to pick up his lunch order. Sexy stuff aside, a guys gotta eat.

>As he arrived, the sounds of things crashing and a shrill scream echoed from the entrance

>“I’M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!!” A voice screamed as a rotund...something or another shot past him like a purple blur from the opened door.

>“I have GOT to find a new obsession! Ugh...Chowder! Ms. Endive is gonna flip! ” Panini lamented as she picked up the shattered pieces of ceramic.

>She noticed Anon as he entered and offered the man a sly smile, “Heeey, Mr. Anonymous~.” She said huskily, her face going slightly red and her eyes going half lidded as she looked up at him in the doorway.

>Anon was almost taken aback by the tone of her greeting, and even more so by the look on her face.

>”Hey, Panini, something, uh...happen?” He asked, gesturing toward the mess in the foyer.

> Her smile faltered for a moment and was replaced with an irritated frown.

>"More like someONE happened, ugh! Ms. Endive is gonna be so mad!” she groaned, her eyebrows knitted together in frustration as she picked up a piece of ceramic and added it to the growing pile she held in her arms.

> Anon recognized the pieces for what they used to be: one of Endive's “lovely” ceramic cherubs. This one in particular he recognized as the one that sat on the counter there in the foyer.

>'Yeah...not good' He thought to himself. Endive was definitely gonna notice its absence, “So...going off the lack of yelling I’m assuming Endive isn’t here?” Anon asked as Panini tossed the heap of ceramic pieces into the trash bin behind the counter.

>Upon hearing the man's words her head whipped around to look at him, eyes wide, a bright red blush across her pink cheeks.

>“Um...no s-she had to head into t-town...to the m-market to pick s-something up for your order.” She said, nervousness creeping into her voice.

>’Aww, poor thing. Where’d all that confidence go?’ Anon smugly thought as he looked down at the poor blushing girl before him, ‘Well, may as well have some fun with this.’ with that thought, he leaned across the counter, resting his head on one hand and looking the girl in the eyes, “So~ what you’re saying is...it’s just you...” He said, nodding toward her “and me~...” He finished with a grin.

>If Panini’s face was warm before; it was on fire now as Anon looked at her, his eyes half lidded, a smile on his lips.

>“Well...w-we--“ Her sentence was suddenly cut short by the sound of the entrance door opening.

>Anon sat the arm he was resting his head on, on to the counter and turned slightly to find Endive entering the building.

>‘Aw...funs over for now I guess.’ He thought to himself as he shot a quick side glance at Panini he laughed internally at the look on the poor girl's face.

>Panini stood behind the counter, her face burning red, her eyes wide, but now with an almost invisible frown on her lips “W-well *ahem*.” She cleared her throat to regain her bearing, “Welcome home, Ms. Endive! Do you need help bringing anything in?” The pink girl asked, always one to try and be helpful.

>Anon stood up straight as Endive entered the building and registered her apprentice's question, “Why, yes actually. Be a dear and go grab the grapples and the bag of tomatoes.” She said in reply.

>Panini took one last look at Anon, her blush deepening before she rushed out from behind the counter and out the front door to retrieve the groceries leaving Anon and Endive in the foyer.

>“Good day Mr. Anonymous, I’m terribly sorry about your order. I ran out of tomatoes while preparing the sauce.” Endive said in greeting and pseudo apology.

>“Hey, don’t even worry about it. I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.” Anon offered in response as Endive made her way past him toward the kitchen.

>As she made it just past the counter, she stopped dead in her tracks.

>Anon followed her gaze and knew exactly what she was looking at. ‘uh oh’ He mentally groaned to himself.

>At that moment Panini re-entered the building holding a large bag of grapples and a slightly smaller bag of tomatoes. “Panini..” Endive started as the girl took in the scene before her, her eyes went wide and her pupils shrank, “What happened to my cherub?”

>”Well M-ms. E-Endive--“ Panini began to try and offer an explanation, but was swiftly cut off by her angry mentor.

>“Oh, don’t tell me! You let that paunchy oaf Mung Daal calls an apprentice in here again, hmm?!” Endive sneered, Anon looked down toward Panini, her face is red from embarrassment, her gaze turned cast downward, squirming under the weight of Endives anger, “um, well...I...” She again tried to explain the situation.

>”Why you dally with that purple ingrate is beyond me! Honestly, Panini! Is nothing sacred?!” Endive growled, cutting her apprentice off yet again.

>“I-I’m sorry M-ms. Endive.” The pink girl squeaked out, sounding absolutely depressed, her lip quivering.

>‘Uuuugh, I cant watch this. Fuck it, here goes nothing.’ Anon thought to himself before opening his mouth, “Actually...”

>As the word left his mouth, both Panini and Endive turned to face him. “That’s on me Ms. Endive. Sorry about that, my shoe was untied. I tripped and accidentally knocked your cherub off the counter.” He turned to look at Panini and smiled, her mouth hung open in shock.

>Anon then turned back to Endive, “Panini was just trying to be polite and cover for me. I really am terribly sorry about that.” Endive looked skeptically from Panini to Anon, “...Yes well, perhaps I may have overreacted...SLIGHTLY, thank you for your honesty Mr. Anonymous. It's nice to know there are still SOME gentlemen left in the world. Panini you shouldn’t try to cover for people like that, it will only come back to bite you, dear!” Endive chastised.

>“Umm...I...yes, Ms. Endive.” Panini said, looking absolutely shell shocked.

>‘Well, I’m still alive, so, that’s a plus.’ Thinks Anon.

>“And don’t fret Mr. Anonymous, all is forgiven. I shall simply wrap the price of my...formerly...lovely cherub, into your bill today.” Endive said with a smile on her face as she continued toward the kitchen.

>”Of course, Ms. Endive.” Anon replied as he turned to find a blushing Panini still holding the bags of produce staring right at him. To his surprise, she made no attempt to look away upon being noticed, instead her eyes stayed locked on to his own, her blush grew darker as she opened her mouth to ask a question, but as has become all too familiar, she was cut off by Endive's voice calling from the kitchen.

>“Panini! Bring those tomatoes dear! There is still work to be done!” Causing Panini to jump and break her focus from Anon as she turned instead toward the kitchen and offered a “yes, Ms. Endive!” In response; however, before she left she looked once more to Anon, who offered her a wink in reply to her unspoken question, this small gesture seemed to be the answer she was looking for. She smiled, her eyes again became half lidded as she clutched the two bags to her chest and began her walk toward the kitchen in an almost trance like state.

>’Too cute.’ Anon laughed to himself as he sat down in the familiar chair in the foyer and began looking at the cover of a magazine that sat on the end table next to said chair.

>‘Seriously? Marble columns monthly...why woul--‘ He was pulled from his thoughts by a small thud, followed by a feminine “Oops.” as he looked up and saw: firstly that a tomatoe seemed to have fallen to the floor from its bag. Secondly that Panini had set the bags on the counter, and last but certainly not least, that said pink girl had now, instead of squatting or bending slightly to reacquire her fallen produce now bent clean over at her waist and reached down to grab it.

>Anon couldn't help but turn his eyes toward her round behind, her green dress just barely covering it.

>He drank in the sight before him, staring in appreciation.

>Panini, froze as she felt his eyes on her, she turned her head to the side from her bent over position to meet his gaze. Her face again lit up, but this time felt...off, something was different, Anon could feel it, Panini smirked and bent down further than before, her dress rising up that extra life affirming inch to reveal the bottom of her white panties. Anon could faintly make out some kind of light green designs on them, hearts if he had to guess.

>He was almost shocked by the boldness of her move, but just as quickly as the gift was given, it is taken away as she picked up the fallen tomatoe before looking back at Anon with a wink of her own.

>“Your order should be ready soon...Mr. Anonymous~.” She heatedly said, giving her bottom lip a gentle bite before scooping up the bags she had sat down and entering the kitchen to assist her mentor.

>”Well, that was unexpected.” Anon said to himself, smiling and settling back into his seat. He began idly flipping through the pages of a magazine while he awaited his order.

>After about 15 minutes the sound of the kitchen door opening drew his attention away from his (admittedly dull) magazine. Exiting the kitchen and taking her place behind the front counter, was Panini.

>“So sorry for the wait, Mr. Anonymous~” She apologized, her voice husky as his name left her mouth.

>He stood and walked to the counter, leaning again as earlier, with his head resting on one hand, “Hey, it’s fine,” he said reassuringly, before adopting a flirtier tone of voice and continuing, “Some things are worth the wait~.” He finished upon hearing the double entendre, the pink girl leaned over the counter from her stool top seat, resting her face in both hands, elbows planted on the counter, looking directly into his eyes, or trying to at least, it seems as though each look served to intensify her blush and redden her complexion another shade.

>“Ms. Endive says your dish is gonna take a little while, she wanted me to tell you...“

>Anon could tell something was amiss from the way her eyes seemed to carefully glance back and forth between himself and the kitchen door as she spoke, as if to insure that they were alone.

>“...t-to leave your a-address with us here a-and th-that it will be...delivered right to your...“ Panini subtly licked her bottom lip before finishing her sentence, “House, no extra fee, of course!” She smiled, her eyes still shifting to the side every here and there.

>’Well, whether I get food or not, this ought to be good.’ Anon decided with a smile, “Sounds fine to me, got a pen and paper back there?” He asked.

>Panini’s eyes widened her mouth becoming a small o as though she were in mild shock, “Y-you mean that worked!?” She blurted out, causing Anon to smirk and raise a brow.

>“I-I-I mean yes! Of course, pen and paper, hahaha!” Panini quickly squeaked out, before giving loosing a nervous laugh as she frantically dug through a drawer for said items. She found them after a few moments and handed them to Anon, as he began to write his address on the sheet of paper he glanced up at the small pink girl, who quickly diverted her own gaze, doing her best to seem especially innocent.

>As he finished writing his address, he slid the paper across the counter to Panini who quickly snatched it up, bringing it to her face and smiling widely. She looked back up to him, face as red as ever, “We’ll have it to you ASAP, apprentice's honor, Ano- Mr Anonymous!” She promised.

>’First names now huh? alright then.’ Anon thought to himself, “I’m looking forward to it Panini.” He said, offering the young girl a smile. He could see her body become rigid as her name left his lips.

>‘Ohmygoshohnygishohmygosh!’ Her thoughts echoed a mile a minute, “I-I better go help Ms. Endive!” She spouted as she hopped off her stool and headed toward the kitchen in a rush as he watched her depart, she suddenly stopped right before the kitchen door and turned to look at him, eyes half lidded.

>“See you soon, Anon~” She said with a dreamy sigh as she opened the door and disappeared.

>Anon just smiled to himself and exited the building, heading home to prepare for whatever was coming his way.

>”Ah, Good you’re back. Be a dear and grab the egg beater, Panini.” Endive said as her apprentice entered the kitchen. Panini; however, was entirely too focused on the piece of paper in her hand to hear a word being said to her.

>‘you can do this Panini! You got this!’ She thought to herself.

>”...Panini...PANINI!” Endive's voice shouted, breaking her from her internal dialogue.

>“Huh, what?” The pink girl absent mindedly asked.

>“Wake up, you silly girl! I asked for the egg beater, but never mind that. Did you tell Mr. Anonymous that his order was nearly ready?” The orange woman inquired, her voice tinged with irritation.

>The question caused Panini to stand straight, her eyes shifted to the side, she knew she had to think fast, “U-um actually Ms. Endive...he said he had some uhhh...business t-to take care of, and asked if we could drop his order off in a while!” She improvised before inaudibly whispering "Nailed it!" To herself.

>Endive let out a groan “Uuuuugh, that man I swear...I JUST got back from the market and he wants this order delivered?! After he broke my cherub no less I me--“

>“I’LL DO IT!” Panini quickly volunteered, causing her mentor to raise an eyebrow, “I mean...I can do it, Ms. Endive! I don’t mind at all.” She quickly corrected, smiling widely at her cooking master.

>“...Are you certain, Panini? Your shift is over in an hour--“ Endive began to question.

>“I don’t mind one bit, Ms. Endive! How can I be a great chef like you if I’m afraid of a little extra work, right?” The pink girl countered, silencing her mentor's questioning.

>Endive smiled brightly at the praise from her apprentice, “My my, you are dedicated aren’t you, dear. Very well, you may deliver Mr. Anonymous’ order. I trust he left an address?”

“Got it right here, ma’am!” Panini exclaimed, raising the piece of paper in the air with a wide smile on her lips and a slight redness on her cheeks

—-1 hour later——

>As Panini began her walk from Endive’s with a serving dish (and a bill) in hand, she couldn’t help but smile to herself as she went over the events of the day; from the broken cherub, to that feeling she got when Anon said her name. She blushed as the last memory played across her mind, her expression became more akin to a smirk than a smile, ‘hope you’re hungry, Anon~’ She slyly thought to herself.

>Anon was sitting in his living room growing more and more bored by the minute, when the sound of the door bell pulled his attention from his boredom. He rose from the couch and walked to the door.

>He looked through the peephole, remembering the words of his mother: “Always check before you open the door Anon! Otherwise gypsies and weirdos might sneak in!” She would always shriek at him.

>‘Thanks mom!’ He thought fondly as he peered through to the other side. He smiled as he saw a pair of large pink ears

>He unlocked the door, opening it up to greet his guest.

>As the large door before her swung open to reveal the smiling man within, Panini felt her heart beat speed up, of the thousand things she thought of to say on the walk there; none came to mind as she looked up to his face. Only “H-hey Anon~!” Escaped her.

>‘Get it together, girl!’ She mentally chastised herself to regain a modicum of her bearing.

>Anon chuckled at the girl's stupor and opened his mouth to greet her, “Well hey, Panini. Endive send you with the delivery? Come on in.” He said as he stood aside, allowing the girl entry.

>As she crossed the threshold of his front door she grinned.

>‘Jackpot!’ She smugly thought to herself. Her eyes were half lidded and a grin was plastered on her face as she followed Anon through his home.

>Anon took a backwards glance at his small pink guest. He took special note of the almost hungry expression on the girl's face and smirked, ‘Now, what are you up to?’ He wondered as they entered his dining room he gestured to the table, “Heeeere we are!” He announced.

>Panini sat the serving dish down on the table and turned to look up at him.

>“Anything else~” She playfully drawled, “I can do for you...A-anon~?” She said, doing her best to keep her confidence at its zenith.

>Anon’s brows rose slightly at that. He had known the pink girl would flirt, but didn’t expect it to be so outright.

>‘Well, this ought to be fun.’ Anon decided with a grin, “Hungry?” He asked before pulling a chair out for her.

“HUNGRY?! I mean...um...s-sure!” She answered, sounding almost exasperated as she took a seat. Her eyes narrowed as she began to plot, “Think, Panini, THINK!” She angrily whispered to herself, trying to etch out a new strategy.

>“Gimme just a sec and I’ll go grab some plates and what not.” Anon said as he turned to leave the room.

>“That’s it!” Panini exclaimed aloud, causing the young man to turn and give her a puzzled look, “I-I mean, I’ll get the tableware Anon...you’ve done soooooo much for me already~.” She said sweetly, her confidence (or libido), returning to its peak.

>“Well...ok if you’re sure. The kitchen is right through there.” He said, pointing to an entryway on the far end of the room

>“GOTITBERIGHTBACK!” The girl boomed before disappearing through the doorway in a pink blur.

>Once in the kitchen, Panini smiled to herself, her face reddening.

>“Ok, you want to play hard to get, Anon? I can work with that~.” She said to herself with a sly chuckle as she looked around the kitchen, trying to come up with a plan and finding it somewhat difficult to think clearly with the now all too familiar heat flowing through her veins.

>She began to grow frustrated when an idea formed, “yeeeeah, that’ll do~!” She said with a red face grin.

>Anon sat at his dining table, awaiting the return of his pink houseguest and smiling to himself as he about his day.

>This whole day had been entertaining, 'Well, aside from the bill for that stupid cherub, but you gotta take the good with the bad' He decided, when a feminine voice pulled him from his reminiscing.

>“Hey, Anooon?” Panini’s voice called from the kitchen, “Can you come here for a second?”

>He wondered for a moment what she could need. He stood from his seat and walked into the kitchen.

>The sight he beheld as he crossed the threshold made his eyes widen and his heart race: there bent down at the waist, digging through a bottom drawer, was his guest. Her dress riding even higher than before. She looked back at him.

>“I c-cant seem to find the silverware! Mind helping me out~?" She slyly asked as she returned to looking through the drawer.

>Every part of Anon’s brain told him to march over to his obviously amorous guest and introduce her to his countertops, but he controlled himself, ‘Can’t...let her win...this...easily!’ He decided before taking a deep breath and trying to stifle the fire burning in his blood as he began to walk toward Panini.

>Panini’s heart beat so hard that she could feel it thud in her chest. Her breathing became heavier with his every step toward her. She felt the heat in her core grow exponentially and she allowed herself a smug grin.

>‘Fiiiiinally~!!’ She thought to herself, biting her lip in anticipation of her long awaited prize, but as he reached her after what to her was hours, but was truly only agonizing seconds, her hopes were dashed.

>“Well, yeah you can’t find the silverware down there! It’s in the top drawer, silly.” He quipped as he reached to the top drawer, removing two forks, before opening the cupboard and grabbing two plates as well.

>The frustrated pink girl righted her posture, recovering from her tantalizingly exaggerated bend. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank to pin pricks, “WHAT!” She shouted with all the thunder her feminine voice would allow. Anon who had already made his way to the door, simply turned his head to her and winked.

>As he sat the plates and silverware down on the table and was preparing to divvy up the meal, he heard the sound of unusually heavy footfalls closing in on his current location.

>He turned his head toward the sound to find Panini, face red, eyes narrowed and fists clenched.

>“Yoooouu...” She hissed.

>Anon couldn't stop himself from smiling as innocently as he could muster, “What about me, Panini?” He inquired.

>Her frustration turned to anger, “WHY...WONT...YOU...TOUCH...ME!!?”

>He offered one last smile before approaching the angry, shaking girl. He lifted her off of her feet, and into a bridal carry before whispering, “All you had to do was ask~."

>”All you had to do was ask~.” Seven words, seven simple words that caused her already rapidly thumping heart to pound within her chest. Her breath hitched as he lifted her in his arms. Her smaller form was easily lifted by the young man’s strong arms. As she was lifted, the sudden realization of the difference between their physiology only made the heat on her cheeks (and between her legs), grow exponentially hotter.

>Her wide eyes settled into a familiar half lidded gaz. Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck.

>She brought her lips crashing into his, after a moment in what felt like more instinct than a conscious decision, her tongue prodded at his lips. He looked at the face of the girl in his arms, at the glimmer in her eyes. He realized that at this point even he wasn’t sure which one of them wanted no, NEEDED this more and his lips parted, allowing the girl's tongue entry as his own embraced and intertwined with it.

>He spun toward the dining table and broke the kiss, looking again at Panini and seeing that despite the still very present look of hunger, there was also a hint of confusion. Anon simply smiled as he sat her on the edge of the table before using his free arm to sweep the dinnerware and even the meal, from its surface.

>As realization of what was happening hit Panini, she simply smiled a sly, knowing grin and laid back, pulled her dress up to her waist and bit her lip in anticipation as she looked up at him seductively.

>As he looked down at the girl on his table as she boldly presented herself, all but begging for him to quell the fire burning between her legs. He allowed himself a smile, a hungry smile as he bent down to her and reconnected their lips in another desperate kiss. This time there was zero hesitation from either party as their tongues freely embraced and struggled for dominance.

>Her arms reached up to cling desperately to the fabric of his shirt. She wanted nothing more than to fill the aching desire for closeness, she was sick of space between them. She wanted, NEEDED there to be nothing between them, the instincts currently dominating her actions had their priorities set; “CLOSER. MORE!” They screamed in her head, and he was all to happy to oblige.

>He supported himself with his left arm, slowly bringing his right hand to Paninis cheek, adding more passion to the already scorching kiss.

>He slowly he trailed his hand down from its spot on her cheek...down to her chest, lightly groping her near nonexistent breasts as it continued its trek downward.

>With every inch his hand traveled, Panini could feel herself boiling. Her thundering heart felt like a jackhammer in her chest, as he railed downward from her midriff and pushed under the hem of her panties, she spread her legs, allowing him access to anything and everything.

>As his hand neared the top of her boiling sex she could feel herself ready to explode with the anticipation of the moment, as she moaned into his mouth through their kiss. His hand reached just below its mark and dipped into the scorching heat.

>He dragged his middle finger up to just barely brush the pink girls overexcited button.

>“OHMYGOSH!!” She yelped in pleasured surprise.

>She clung to him with even more determination than before.

>”M-more! I-I-I need more!!” She cried out as he gave her already sensitive clit another soft brushing with finger before dipping down to the her soaked opening. His middle finger finally met its mark and sank in to meet the blazing heat within. His head lowered to the girl's neck.

>He peppered her neck with soft kisses as she continued to pant and beg for his ministrations to continue. Her breath was now hot in his ear and once again, he was more than happy to give her what she asked for as he sank his middle finger tantalizingly slowly into the diminutive girl's vice like depths; If the heat externally was scorching, then the blaze within could only be described as nuclear.

>the moment his finger entered her, Panini felt something, she had already felt as if a coil were being wound in her very essence, but this...this was more than a coil. She felt as if all her pleasure and need had formed a knot within her. With every small pump of his digit he tugged on the strings and all she could do was cling to him and lewdly sing his praises until finally, with one last pump of his finger and one last kiss on her neck, it was as if the strings of intertwined Lust and need were seized and pulled to the point of snapping. When his palm pressed down, just barely touching her overstimulated clitoris, the strings snapped.

>Her eyes snapped open widely, her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound could escape her. Her claws extended and dug into his back as a wave unlike anything she had ever felt, unlike anything she’d ever DREAMED of feeling, washed over he.r

>As the flood of pleasure washed over the girl and he removed his finger, a word finally managed to escape her mouth; which up until this moment had been opened in a silent scream of ecstasy. It was so quiet that Anon could just barely make it out.

>“more”

>Anon smiled hungrily at the small girl he had pinned to his table. She stared back at him with a half lidded gaze and a ravenous grin.

>She pushed him from his position over her. She looked him in the eye as she pulled her dress up above her waist to reveal her drenched panties. She reached down and slid off the soaked garments, before reaching her left hand down to her still electrified sex and spreading herself open for him.

>”Anon~...“ She began, “Give me more....pleeeeease~?” She seductively begged, desire heavy in every word.

>Not being one to disappoint, Anon began to unzip his pants, finally allowing his pulsating erection free from its denim prison. As she laid eyes on his throbbing manhood, she could feel the fire in her blood burn hotter, and her girlhood quivered in anticipation.

>“Yessss~...” She lustfully hissed as he once again closed the gap between them, lining himself up with her dripping entrance.

>The moment Anon began to sink his throbbing manhood into her scorching passage, the girl's eyes widened, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her back arched, and her claws dug into the wood of the dining table. Her mind reeled trying, to comprehend the cocktail of sensations shooting through her like jolts of lightning, ecstasy, desire, happiness, even a slight fear that the sensations would overload her, but most of all she felt a feeling of completion unlike anything she had experienced or thought she could experience. As Anon slid inch by tantalizing inch into her dripping sex, she felt as if a puzzle piece that she didn’t even know was missing was suddenly put in to place. It was perfect, it was absolute and she knew that she absolutely craved more.

>He began thrusting he felt his swollen length scraping himself against her slick walls, he noted a change in her demeanor; subtle at first, but as her silent scream and wide eyes gave way to eyes screwed shut in pleasure and a mouth opened screaming her satisfaction, moans of want and need echoed in his head. The girl beneath him was all but drooling and seemed to melt with each slow thrust as the feeling of this formerly unattainable pleasure washed over her.

>”Oh!...Ano-Anon! Y-ohmygosh! You’re s-so d-deep! More!! Please more!” The pink girl screamed.

>‘Time to step it up’ Anon thought to himself as he withdrew all but the tip of his pulsating cock from her vice like sex, he reached down to the girls hips and with one motion, he  pulled her small form toward him, impaling her fully on his hard length. Her already impossibly tight passage clenched around him as if to hold him prisoner, a sentence Anon didn’t mind serving one bit as he looked down at her.

>The girl threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as for the second time that day the knot of pleasure and need was pulled taut and snapped. Waves of pleasure washed over her yet again as she felt Anon's manhood press against her sensitive walls. Her heart thundered, her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her breath was ragged, but she managed to speak as she looked up at him, locking their gazes.

>“More...” She took a deep breath and continued, “Harder...NOW!” she demanded.

>He Released her hips and opted instead to grasp her thighs. He hugged them to his chest before once again slamming the whole of his manhood into her, again and again and AGAIN!

>Panini’s head was thrown back, her eyes opened wide and staring through a haze of pleasure, her mouth spoke words guided by instinct, “Anon! Anon! Keep...going" She cried.

>He continued his task, he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. His own instincts nearly ruled out his own conscious mind. Then came the words that set him over the edge of “nearly”.

>“Anon! Comeoncomeoncomeon!! fffffffFUCK ME HARDER!!”

>The sudden vulgarity from the pink girl drove off any presumed control he thought he still had of himself as he slammed into her wildly. The table shook with the force of his assault. The room echoed with the sound of lewd slaps and lewder screams as the girl’s body once again gave way to the flood of ecstasy.

>He hit his limit as her girlhood clenched and her strained voice screamed out yet again as her essence spilled outward.

>He regained his mind just in time to reluctantly pull his cock from her still twitching passage, and slid his member between her clenched thighs

>Panini looked downward, peering through a haze of pleasure at the pulsating, throbbing thing nestled between her thighs. She offered her lover only a smile that dripped with desire before clamping her thighs even tighter around him.

>She watched as his own essence erupted forth. The first torrent landed squarely on her left cheek, rolling lewdly down her face, the second spattered on to her dress, and the final salvo pooling near her navel. She looked down at him yet again with an expression of absolute approval as the man released her thighs and stood back to admire his work as he began putting himself away.

>He didn’t hear the girl get up, didn’t see her close the distance between them and certainly wasn’t expecting her to reach out and rip the pants from his legs.

>“Mmmm you aren’t done yet, Anon~”

—2 hours later——

—Epilogue—-

>Anon laid on the destroyed remains of what once was his dining room table. He turned his head and watched as his diminutive lover picked her dress up from a corner of the room and wiped her face and chest clean with a damp rag from the kitchen.

>“That was AMAZING, Anon!” She began, “But I should prooooobably be getting back now, Ms. Endive is probably worried sick!” She said as she slipped her dress on, “OH! I forgot to get the money for your order earlier!” She exclaimed before fixing him with a half lidded gaze as she continued, “But in my defense...I was distracted~.” she giggled.

>Anon merely pointed to the shredded pants laying in the kitchen doorway. Panini smiled and walked to them, fishing his wallet from the back pocket and collecting the price of the meal and the...”lovely” cherub out before slipping it back into his pants pocket.

>She turned to Anon with a sly smile, “And don’t you worry about tipping your delivery girl, Mr. Anonymous~.“ She chirped before kissing him on the cheek and walking into the living room.

>A moment passed and Panini’s head popped around the corner to look back at him one more time with lust filled eyes “Byyyyye, NumNums~.” She gushed, “See you tomorrow~.”

>As he heard the door shut behind her, he looked around him, taking in the wreckage of his dining room before smiling and taking a deep breath “holy fuck.”