"Cameron, could you come down please?"

A groan from upstairs signalled the teen boy's acknowledgement of his mother's call. After a few moments of shuffling, the thudding, pouting footsteps of the 14-year-old came from upstairs and made their way down to the lower floor hallway, before heading towards the kitchen. Cameron, a moody and hormonal Doberman, rolled his eyes and pressed his hands to the counter, leaning forwards and waiting expectantly for his mother's command.

"Cole needs walking." His mother didn't even look up from cleaning the dirty dishes in the sink, but her intuition knew her son was there. Cameron very audibly groaned, rolling his head back in frustration.

"But mom, I'm...not even dressed!" The Doberman gestured at himself, bringing attention to his pyjama shorts and loose shirt. "And I have a friend over..."

His mother turned her head slightly to survey his getup out the corner of his eyes, as if she didn't believe he was telling the truth. Pursing her lips she returned to the dishes, humming softly in thought for a moment before parting her lips to speak.

"You have a friend over and you're dressed like that?" She didn't sound concerned, but there was a teasing tone to her voice before it flattened out into something more firm. "Get dressed. Take your friend with you, too. A bit of fresh air will do you some good instead of sitting up there playing video games all day."

"Ugh," Cameron pushed himself up off the counter, brow furrowed and muzzle clamped in something akin to a pout. He turned on a heel and trudged out the door, grumbling and growling under his breath as he stomped back up the stairs.

"Take Ash with you too!" His mother called after him, and she smirked as she heard Cameron's loud and visibly annoyed groan in response.

Ash was the last person that Cameron wanted to spend time with. His stepbrother, 1 year his junior, was obnoxious and socially awkward, and he didn't like him. But he didn't get to chose who his step-brother was-- that was down to his mom and step-dad, who had married 2 years prior. Ever since then, Cameron has done his best to avoid Ash wherever possible. It was cruel, but he didn't consider him to be his brother; he was just another person that lived with him. Cameron adjourned back to the bedroom, swinging to door open to reveal his friend Rocco, a European Pine Marten, who had slept over the previous night. His parents were out of town for the weekend on business and Cameron's parents had opted to take him in to help them out.

"You gotta get changed," Cameron grunted, eyeing Rocco's dismayed face, controller in hand. "Mom wants me to walk the dog, and she said you've gotta come...and Ash."

"Ugh." Rocco grimaced, pausing the game and setting the controller down, reaching up to smooth the spiky tufts of white hair atop his head. "Okay, I'll get changed in the bathroom."

"I'll kick Ash's ass to get him moving." Cameron turned on his heel again and left the room, padding down the hallway to his step-brother's room. Cameron dreaded having to talk to him, but he sucked it up for the sake of his mother. Without knocking, he twisted the handle and barged in.

"Ash, mom says you g--" Cameron began, but froze when he realised he'd caught Ash in a compromising position. The 13-year-old Labrador was sitting at his computer desk, pyjama pants around his ankles and erection in hand, beating it to something on screen. Ash's head snapped in Cameron's direction and his eyes widened before he frantically tried to bother cover himself and minimise his screen, so that Cameron couldn't see what was on it. The Doberman caught sight of what looked to be a guy pissing on a woman before he covered his eyes, disgusting.

"Ash, what the fuck!" Cameron bellowed, feeling his cheeks warming as he retreated and quickly slammed the door. Embarrassment rushed through him, followed by disgust before he pushed it to the back of his mind. He wanted to forget what he'd just seen. Clearing his throat, he hesitated by the door, not sure what to say.

"Fucking hell..." He muttered, before raising his voice. "Ash, mom says you gotta walk the dog with me, or whatever."

He didn't elaborate further and quickly strode back down the hall as Rocco came out from his bedroom, clothes in hand. He quirked an eyebrow at his friend and Cameron simply shook his head-- it was not worth talking about.

Roughly 5 minutes later, everyone was dressed, for the most part. Rocco had thrown on his clothes from the previous day as any messy teenage boy would, and Cameron had pulled on whatever he could find lying around his room that looked clean, which just so happened to be a pair of jeans and a hoodie, pulled over his sleeping clothes. Ash joined them soon after, fully dressed in skinny jeans and a sweater that clung to his boyish curves. He looked too embarrassed to speak and didn't even make eye contact with Cameron, who equally avoided him like the plague.

"Cole!" Cameron called out to the house, and not two moments later the clattering of claws against laminated flooring brought their attention to the short-furred American Akita trotting their way from the living room. He approached Cameron, briefly turning his head to sniff and at their ankles. With a snap of Cameron's fingers got the well-trained dog to sit, and he clipped the leash to his collar, making sure it was secured.

"Let's get this over with." Cameron grunted, turning and opening the front door. The three teenage boys filed out as their mother called for them to be safe, and within moments they were off down the path and onto the pavement.

Cameron's family lived in a little exurban neighbourhood, on the far edges of London, their home city. Whilst there were plenty of residential houses dotted around the area, home to thousands of people if not more, there were a good deal of greenery in the way of clumps of forestry, ponds and fields which were perfect for walking animals. Cole in particular enjoyed the forests the most, and Cameron was inclined to pick those over anywhere else. 

So, on that particular day, their journey took them from their quiet little street to a path that cut through the residential area and led to a pond that stretched back into a river further down. On the left was a path they could take into the forest that surrounded that river-- a perfect and commonplace for Cameron to take Cole for a walk. They stepped off the path and wandered into the woods for a while, though they were still able to see where they'd come from if they tried hard enough.

"So uh...Cam," Rocco began, stepping in line with his friend as Ash took up the rear, keeping his head down. "What was it you yelled about earlier before we left...?"

Cameron glanced to his friend and thought of a good way to embarrass his step-brother. Clearing his throat, he spoke a little louder than usual as they began to enter the forest, away from other people.

"Oh, I just caught my step-brother jerking off to someone getting pissed on." He said it so matter-of-factly that Rocco's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard. A moment of silence fell between them before Rocco erupted into laughter, covering his mouth and glancing back at the Labrador, who had lowered his head even further. 

"Is it true, Ash? You like pissing on people, huh?" Rocco teased and Ash raised his head to glare at him, conjuring up all the menace he could muster-- which wasn't much, Cameron knew that. As much as he disliked Ash for being so obnoxious, Ash wasn't really a bad guy-- he never got into fights at school and always did his homework. If anything, he was just a dork.

"W-What, you don't have fetishes too?" Ash tried his best to counter, and failed badly, but his question made Rocco pause, glancing to his friend.

"What do you mean, fetishes? The hell are those?" The Pine Marten asked and Ash awkwardly shifted as they walked, stepping to the side and speeding up to match Cameron's walking speed, falling in line with him on the opposite side to Rocco.

"It's uh, it's the stuff that turns you on." Ash explained, and Cameron turned his head to him, grimacing. Ash's tail was wagging; the 13-year-old was enjoying talking about turn-ons. Cameron's insides churned at the thought and he averted his eyes.

"So like, titties?" Rocco scoffed, nudging Cameron's side, which made the Doberman smirk in response.

"I guess so yeah," Ash acted as if it was a serious question. "Like, if you like them a lot I guess..."

"And what, you have a 'fetish' for pissing on people? Is that some dog thing?" Rocco grunted, before glancing to Cameron. "Uh, no offence, Cam."

"Well, not peeing on people..." Ash trailed off, before clamping his mouth shut, realising that he'd maybe said much more than he needed to. Cameron glanced to him, disturbed, but Rocco just pressed for more.

"Wait...so you want to get pissed on?" Rocco emphasised the last word as his eyes widened, both surprised and freaked out. "The hell, dude?"

"Can't you just be normal and be into pussy or something?" Cameron muttered darkly as they approached a fairly secluded spot of the forest, where Cameron often took Cole to let him run wild between the trees. 

Cole was familiar with the place too, for he began to trot forwards, tugging on the leash and walking around in circles, his curled tail wagging. The feral was getting excited to run around and play with the brown leaves that covered the forest floor, and Cameron wasted no time in unclipping the leash from the dog's collar. The Akita waited patiently for Cameron's signal, tapping his front paws on the ground, letting out little growls under his breath. After a moment of pause, Cameron made a quick and sharp gesture that jump-started Cole's legs; he turned and bolted across the grass, kicking up leaves and weaving in between the trees, expending some of his pent-up energy. The teenagers didn't have to do much else, other than pick up after him if he made a mess.

"So, you wanna try it?" Rocco said rather abruptly, causing the other two boys to pause. Neither of them knew what he meant, so Rocco began to gesture unzipping his pants and jutting his hips forwards like he was relieving himself. Cameron grimaced again.

"Rocco, the fuck? That's my step-brother." He thumped his friend's arm and Rocco innocently blinked at him.

"What? He's the one into it, and you know I'm bi, so it's fine. What're you getting so attached for? You always said he wasn't your brother," Rocco scoffed, visibly hurt that Cameron would turn on him. "Whatever, I guess you're both just pussies anyway."

"I'll do it." Ash confirmed, puffing out his chest bravely and looking decidedly confident-- or perhaps it was all just bravado. Cameron reached out to grab his step-brother's shoulder, shaking it for a moment.

"No, you ain't. The hell dude, you're 13. Have some dignity." Cameron growled, feeling like he was the only level-headed one here.

"You can't tell me what to do." Ash rather abruptly stood up for himself, which took Cameron by surprise. The Doberman parted his lips to speak, but couldn't come up with any words. He clamped his mouth shut again and quietly seethed, angry that Ash went against him-- but logically, he knew he couldn't stand in the way of what Ash wanted to do. He wasn't going to tattle on him, either; he was no snitch.

With an almost smug smile, Ash walked past Cameron and towards Rocco, approaching one of the nearby trees. Rocco grinned widely at the thought of what they were about the do and Cameron growled to himself, turning away from them and watching the path from where they were standing, which was a considerable distance. If he couldn't tell Ash what to do, he'd at least stop them both from getting into trouble.

"Wait," Cameron heard Rocco speak. "You should take your clothes off. It'll be hard to explain to your mom what happened to your clothes if they're, uh..."

"Right." Ash seemed to agree with him, and Cameron turned his head slightly to peek out the corner of his eye, both curious and concerned, though he didn't know why he was. He watched discreetly as Ash pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt, revealing a particularly boyish frame with little to no muscle definition-- the typical form of a kid who didn't do a lot of exercise but at least ate well. He tentatively hung the clothes on a thick low-hanging branch nearby and then started to pop the button of his jeans, slipping them down past his hips along with his underwear. Cameron caught one look at his step-brother's bouncing sheath before he averted his gaze, feeling uncomfortable.

"Damn, you got a nice ass, Ash." Cameron's eyes widened when he heard Rocco complimenting his step-brother's body and he did his best not to think much of it-- Rocco was a horny teenager just like everyone else, and Cameron knew how lewd he could be, especially considering he was bisexual. Cameron had dealt with a few comments like that before himself, though he'd never reciprocated them and mostly ignored them. Glancing back again, Cameron saw Ash get onto his knees beside the tree, his clothes all neatly hung up together. The 13-year-old lifted his hands, palms up, as Rocco popped the button of his pants and tugged his sheath free from the confines of his pyjama bottoms hidden beneath. In the background, Cole sniffed around the trees and dug up leaves, sometimes trying to take a bite of something on the floor that smelt nice. Cameron paid it no mind-- though it would be more accurate to say that he wasn't even paying attention, his gaze focused solely on what was going to happen next.

"Open wide." Rocco grinned wide and stood there for a moment, coaxing the inevitable from inside of him, his tapering tip peeking from out of his sheath. Rocco's member wasn't typical to his species-- he had his hybrid bloodline to thank for that. After a few seconds of suspenseful anticipation, a trickle of piss oozed, leaked and eventually became a steady stream, originating from the tip of his barely hard cock. It travelled into a reasonably neat arc, droplets spreading out from the main stream and dotting over Ash's front as the main stream hit the 13-year-old's open mouth. The Labrador lapped and caught the stream, his canine instincts momentarily kicking in to try and bite the water, flicking his tongue towards the back of his throat to try and gulp it down as quickly as possible. 

Of course, his gnashing lips and flicking tongue did not make it anything other than messy-- urine splattered everywhere, dribbling down his chin and onto his chest, pooling in his palms, warm and wet, and dripping onto his knees, legs tucked underneath him. His arousal became vividly obvious, his red knotted cock sliding from his sheath and his knot rapidly swelling at the base soon thereafter.

"Damn...pretty eager, aren't you?" Rocco grinned wide, his own member growing as well, from what Cameron could see. "Hey Cam, you should get in on this."

"What? No." Cameron was against the idea, but his loins tingled. Like any hormonal boy, even the sight of sex and inappropriate things, even if he wasn't wholly into them, turned him on. He didn't even know if he was into guys-- his indecision, combined with his obvious arousal, made things confusing. The rustle of leaves behind him alerted him to Cole, who had approached from across several others trees, lured in by the scent of piss. He sniffed around Ash's naked body, taking in the scent of marked territory, and turned to the side, hiking his leg up. To everyone's surprise and Ash's delight, the dog marked him like it would a tree trunk, splashing streaks of animal urine across the teen's upper leg. It trickled down and around his thigh and soaked into the dirt beneath him.

"Damn," Rocco muttered under his breath, idly stroking his sheath as his member grew harder, his other hand idly reaching up to scratch the yellow part of his fur, around his chest and neck. "This is kinda hot. Want to polish me off, puppy?"

Cameron's eyes widened as he watched Ash lean forwards, confident and unabashed. The tapering end of the pine marten's cock, canine-esque in shape, prodded the Labrador's lolling tongue before sliding into his mouth, pushing to the back of his throat. His swollen knot bumped with the 13-year-old's muzzle and Ash groaned under his breath, flicking his tongue around to coat every inch in spittle and clean up the few remaining droplets of pee from the end.

Cameron could only think one thing: that this was fucked up. Yet, he was aching in his own jeans, and tempted to join in. He watched, his once discreet peeking becoming a not-so-subtle stare as Ash bobbed back and forth, clearly inexperienced yet eager to learn and please. Rocco evidently enjoyed his blowjob and Cameron knew from experience that this was not the pine martens first time. Rocco's hands clasped eagerly around Ash's golden-furred face as he humped into him, thrusting his cock down into Ash's throat as Cameron's ears twitched and twisted to the audible sounds of mild gagging and suckling. Rocco's rhythmic motions shook his pants loose from around his hips and they fell to his ankles, exposing his pyjama shorts to the brisk autumn air.

Rocco inevitably pulled back, though it wasn't from being close to finishing. Instead, he idly stroked his cock and made a gesture with his other hand, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Get on all fours. I wanna pound that ass of yours." Rocco's dominant streak became known as he ordered Ash around, and the Labrador was clearly quite into it. Cameron had to wonder if Ash had been crushing on Rocco all this time or he was just taking advantage of their sexual attraction for the fleeting moment that he had it. Cameron couldn't be sure if anything anymore, especially given the way Rocco was acting-- but even the pine martens plans were quickly and abruptly thwarted by Cole, the family dog. 

As Ash shifted onto all fours and scooted, turning a full 180 degrees so that he could lean up against the tree if necessary, Cole stepped around him and all but pushed Rocco out the way, his head dipping down in between the teen's cheeks. He lapped where no-one thought he would, and Ash trembled as the animal's wide and wet appendage ran up his taint and across his virgin asshole, licking and tasting his arousal first-hand. He lapped only once or twice, content with just that, before suddenly vaulting forwards and hooking himself around the teen's person. American Akitas were small dogs, but Ash was also a short boy, which made him the perfect height for the feral animal to hump forwards, its sheath meeting neatly between the Labrador's cheeks.

"W-Wait a minute--" Ash stammered, both turned on and confused, but the Akita was already starting to hump. Cole's hips loosely grazed back and forth as his hind legs found purchase in the dirt, front paws hooking and clenching around Ash's fairly androgynous form. Blood surged to the dog's cock and it slipped forwards, bouncing around Ash's pucker before it found its mark, slipping inside with ease thanks to the wet droplets of natural lubricant oozing from the end of its tapered cock. Cole humped forwards as the blood pumped more eagerly to his member, the cock swelling inside Ash's ass and stretching that ring as the dog affirmed its grip with its front legs and settled its stomach and chest down on Ash's back. The Labrador gasped under his breath and let out a high-pitched, surprised moan as the cock grew inside of him, rapidly and quickly reaching full mast as the knot swelled outside of his knot, kissing and teasing with his searing, stretched virgin ring.

"Rocco, shouldn't get him off him?!" Cameron was suddenly scared for Ash's safety as the dog began to hump, shifting into a rapid and rough rhythm that had its feral balls jiggling back and forth and its tail wagging in delight. Rocco made a gesture akin to dismissal, stepping out his jeans and scooping them up, tossing them onto the same branch as Ash's clothes. He then turned to his friend, quirking an eyebrow. Cameron looked between Rocco and his step-brother, listening to Ash's mixtures of groans and gasps as the wet slapping sounds of the moist knot against Ash's steadily lubing hole bounced around the acoustics of the small forest.

"I don't get you, Cam," Rocco grimaced. "One minute you say you hate 'im, now you're worrying about 'im. What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, I just..." Cameron trailed off, unsure what to think. It was hard to form his thoughts when all that assaulted his mind was Ash's sounds of pleasure mixed in with feral, animalistic pants from their dog. Rocco sighed, realising that he's not going to be able to get a clear answer out of his friend, and instead hooked an arm around his shoulder.

"Instead of overthinking..." Rocco suggested, reaching out with his other hand to grab Cameron's own, guiding it towards his still erect, knotted cock. "Why don't you just enjoy the moment and worry about it later?"

Cameron hesitated, feeling the warm pulsing of his friend's cock against his palm, mixed with the spit of his step-brother. He grimaced, unsure, before he started to stroke, gently but slowly sliding his fingers and hand from tapered tip to base, near the knot. Rocco sighed with delight at the touch and moved his hand away, sliding the one on Cameron's outermost shoulder down towards his hip and using the other to grope the front of his friend's jeans, feeling his hard erection through the fabric.

"See? You're clearly enjoying this." Rocco muttered, slowly thrusting into Cameron's hand, each little hump eliciting a bead of pre-cum and a wild, vivid throb that Cameron could feel even at his fingertips. All the while, Ash was relentlessly used by their family dog, his ring stretched to a limit he never thought possible as he swam in a sea of pleasure and discomfort. For all his bravado, he'd never taken a dick before and he didn't expect the Akita to be so big, but the cock was sizeable, especially around the middle, and it pushed against a spot inside him that had his moaning and trembling, his own member twitching mere inches from the leaves beneath them, spurting tiny dribbles of pre-seed. Cole showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, but the way his knot mashed with Ash's ass was threatening.

"That's it, just like that." Rocco huffed, hooking his thumb into the outer waistband of Cameron's jeans and pushing them down slightly, trying to expose more of his body. Cameron was the type to wear loose clothes, which made it easy for his jeans to slip past his hips once they became uneven, though it took some coaxing to ease them over the lump of his erection. When they did finally fall to his ankles, the teen's arousal was immediately obvious; his cock tended his pyjama shorts which he hadn't changed in his haste to leave the house, and Rocco firmly and deliberately curled his fingers around the length through the fabric, feeling each warm, throbbing pulse.

It wasn't the cock in his own hand that aroused Cameron so, but the sight of his step-brother being so easily and fiercely fucked by an animal. He never thought he'd be so turned on by such a sight, but the damp spot on the front of his pyjama shorts was an obvious sign of how pent-up he'd become in just a short amount of time. Rocco followed the trail of his gaze and smirked, relinquishing his grip on Cameron's cock and tugging down his shorts, revealing his member fully. Rocco began to stroke him as they watched Ash get fucked, lost in the sea of moans and pants.

Ash couldn't take it for much longer; the pounding against his prostate coupled with the tugging of his ring and the general situation he was in was sending him closer and closer to the edge. As his pleasure grew, the dog humping his ass felt better and better until Ash felt subconscious of his loud moans and clamped his mouth shut, huffing and whimpering audibly from his pursed muzzle, trying not to be so loud-- after all, they were in public.

Suddenly, the knot that had been so relentlessly kneading against his sensitive young ass pushed forwards with a greater strength and intensity than before, and Ash's ring loosened to accommodate it before he even realised it. To Rocco and Cameron's surprise, the dog tied with him completely and then continued to hump, moving barely the few inches it could to reflexively tug its knot and massage Ash's innards in turn, which made the Labrador's tight tunnel clamp down and squeeze, milking that knot to completion. After a few moments, Cole halted completely, climaxing in an instant as Ash did the same, the warm throbbing of the cock's cock stimulating his prostate and sending him over the edge. 

Ash never imagined that his first time would be with an animal, nor did he imagine they'd cum at the same time-- but that's just how things worked out. Ash's cock spurted little pubescent strings of seed across the ground, a little more plentiful than usual thanks to the slight edging he'd experienced before they'd left the house. Ash groan and violently trembled, trying to keep his moans in, yet some escaped nonetheless. His tail wagged fervently to the side, wedged between Ash's back and Cole's front, and Cameron stared wide-eyed at their sudden, dramatic finish, his thick knotted cock leaking fluids with each firm stroke from his friend's hand.

"Well, I'm getting a little eager myself," Rocco admitted, the pine marten removing his hand from his friend's cock as he stepped away from him, approaching Ash and the dog whilst dropping his pyjama shorts to the floor. "Don't mind if I do..."

He dropped to his knees behind them, placing one hand on the feral dog's hindquarters to keep him there and raising his tail up. Cole craned his head back, intent to swing around and watch what Rocco was doing, but hesitated and stopped. Moving his hand from the hip to his cock, Rocco sighed through his teeth as he smeared the tapered end of his own cock against the dog's winking pucker, dragging back and forth to smear pre-cum around it before pushing forwards and penetrating the animal for himself. Immediately, the canine's insides clamped down from the intrusion, and Rocco groaned quietly as he pushed forwards, sinking himself deeper until his own knot met with the animal's ass. He moved his hands to the canine's hips and glanced back at the other teen, grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Wanna join me?" Rocco suggested, lifting his bushy tail up and offering himself openly. Cameron could tell immediately what he meant, and he followed his friend's advice, deciding instead to just go with the flow and with what evidently made him stiff as a rock as opposed to overthinking it. He got onto his knees, pressing them down into the dirt on either side of Rocco's legs as he angled his own canine member down, sliding the tapered end between his friend's cheeks. He'd known Rocco for a couple of years now but never imagined he'd actually have sex with him, and especially not when both his step-brother and his dog was involved...yet here we were.

A hiss of delight escaped his muzzle when the tip of his cock smeared and prodded against his friend's hole and his stumpy little tail wagged excitedly, eager for the pleasure. Rocco slowly pushed back, taking the cock inside of him as he withdrew from the feral's ass, and Cameron shuddered on the spot from the delightful feeling of those warm inner walls sliding down around his dick, pre-cum oozing from his cock to help lube up the motion. The Doberman's ears folded down around his head as he reached out, clasping onto the pine marten's brown-furred hips with his equally brown-furred hands.

Cameron didn't have to say anything, for Rocco began to move even without him saying so. The pine marten pushed forwards, sighing as his knot met with the animal's hole again, whilst simultaneously pulling Cameron out of him. The Doberman was tempting to push forwards and thrust into him, before Rocco quickly pulled back, pushing against his cock once more, this time taking it all the way to the base, where Cameron's knot throbbed needily against his entrance. As Rocco began a reasonable rhythm of pushing and pulling, Cole remained dutifully still, tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted. Rocco couldn't tell if he was enjoying it, but the dog's innards flexed and squeezed around with length with every thrust, encouraging him to continue. Beneath them, Ash merely sat there on all fours, knees wobbling from the physical exertion of his sex mere moments ago, his ass tender and his insides weak and quivering.

Rocco effectively did all the hard work, but it wasn't a purely selfless act-- for each thrust he stimulated himself, the dog's insides milking his member as he plunged back and forth-- but he hadn't accounted for how close or how far away Cameron was to climax. He should have noticed already given how much he was leaking in his pyjama shorts, but it became clear when the Doberman's hands clasped around his hips and tugged him back, pulling Rocco back onto his cock. His knot kneaded and pressed against the pine marten's hole and Cameron pushed with a greater ferocity, groaning under his breath in frustration. Rocco did his best to loosen and hissed through his teeth as the knot slipped inside, tying with him. 

Cameron's cock erupted, splattering the pine marten's insides with his seed and keeping it all firmly tucked away in there. For the Doberman, this was the most pleasure he'd ever felt before-- jerking off was one thing, but busting inside a tight ass was another. His toes curled against the ground as his knot swelled with each throb and spurt, and he groaned in against Rocco's rounded ear, curling his arms around his friend's waist and chest and hugging against him. Rocco was surprised-- Cameron wasn't really the cuddling type.

"Cam," Rocco groaned under his breath, stirred by both the sight of his member half-deep into a dog's ass as well as the sensation of being filled by another cock in his own behind, despite the discomfort. "I'm not finished."

Rocco tried thrusting forwards, but being glued to Cameron's pelvis made it difficult; not to mention each tug only stimulated Cameron more and caused him to affirm his grip, groaning Rocco's name into his neck. The pine marten grunted, squirming defiantly for a moment, before resigning to his fate, stopping his resistance. Slowly, however, Cameron pushed forwards, sliding the pine marten's hips as he went and allowing that pre-cum coated cock to slide right back into Cole's feral ass.

"Let me help you." The Doberman growled quietly, pushing the intrusive thoughts of what he was doing to the back of his mind and taking control of the situation. As he pulled back, Rocco's ass came with it and in turn his cock slid out, and each push of Cameron's hips was the reverse. He effectively controlled his friend's rhythm, and so he decided a little payback was in order. Rather than go slowly, or even moderately, Cameron pistoned his hips and by extension Rocco's own at a rapid and frantic pace, barely tugging back a couple of inches each time so that Rocco felt the full pleasure of the dog's tight hole around every inch of his cock.

"F-Fuck, Cam, slow down!" Rocco half-pleaded, half-groaned as his cock was shoved back and forth, the pleasure rising and rising. His grunts of protest soon turned into low, laboured huffs of desire as his teen balls swung and his knot swelled, the wet slaps of his bulbous base meeting that clenching ring growing wetter and wetter. Cameron watched with a certain degree of curiosity as he felt Rocco's stomach tuck in and his chest heave, his hands curling against the feral's flank. His little huffs of delight quickly mixed into whimpers and high-pitched groans, reaching his peak.

Cameron pushed forwards as fiercely as he could and winced briefly at the sound of Rocco's hybrid knot smacking the dog's ass, before a quick needy hump forwards forced the knot inside, tying with the animal. Rocco tensed up and shuddered, and Cameron could tell instinctively from his low sigh that he's orgasmed as well. The Doberman's cock was milked incessantly by the pine marten's periodically clenching tunnel and they relaxed there, three of them knotted in a something akin to a train. Cameron's loins tingled at the thought of Rocco busting his load inside the animal, and he committed it to memory-- despite his moral compass, he had a feeling he'd be jerking off to it later.

Cole could have likely pulled off at any time, but considering Rocco was tied to him and Cameron was tied in kind, there was a certain degree of downtime before any of them could move, which effectively made things awkward. Rocco cleared his throat, the first to speak.

"I...didn't take you for a cuddler, Cam." He teased, though his tone sounded curious. Cameron grunted in response, tempted to bite his friend on the neck.

"Shut up," He retorted, before sighing through his nose. "...What're we gonna tell my mom? I think she'll be worried that we've been gone so long."

"Eh, just say we sat at the park for a while," Rocco suggested. "Besides, I don't think Ash is going to rat us out...are you, Ash?"

"N-No..." The Labrador weakly obeyed from beneath them, likely taking the bright of some of their weight-- though mostly Cole's.

"What about the mess?" Cameron referred specifically to the piss covering Ash's front and face.

"Uh..." Rocco began. "We'll cover for him and say he slipped in mud or something and wants to get cleaned up."

"Slipped in mud, yeah? With no mud on his clothes?" Cameron pointed out, and Rocco stammered, trying to think of a better excuse. In the end, they could come up with none-- they would just have to hope that Cameron and Ash's mother didn't notice.

As they waited for their knots to deflate, Cameron's mind wandered. After this incident, would Rocco want to do more of these kinds of things with Ash? Would he want to do with Cam himself? Would Cam see Ash in a different light? Would he be nicer to him? Maybe even be friends?

...Nah. Ash is still a dork.