The Border Collie stepped under the awning of the back porch, feet moving tentatively as if expecting a land mine to go off under his toes. It had been a dull summer day, all things considered. Most of it he hadn't even spent at home, but out looking for ways to amuse himself. It was when he got home and started to settle in that a text message changed everything. It came from a girl named Sam - his girlfriend, or at least he thought she was. She wanted him to come over.

And that was where the dog now stood, at the back porch of Sam's house. He knew where she lived, had seen her house plenty of times, but he had never been inside. The boy - named Pink - knocked on the screen door. It rattled softly, far too loudly as far as Pink was concerned. He was fidgety and nervous. He had every reason to be; Sam could be pretty mean, and Pink didn't know what her angle was tonight.

She came to the door a few moments later. Pink saw her through the mesh and smiled at her. Surprisingly for Pink, she smiled back, lighting up her masked raccoon face in a way that the dog was not used to.

"Hey, come on. It's hot out here," Sam said, opening the screen door.

"Uh, it's not that bad," Pink conversationally offered, even though he knew it was bullshit. The cold rush of air conditioning was like an oasis to Pink. He stepped inside and glanced around, not really taking in anything. "Nice house," he said blandly.

Sam eyed him, smirking. "This is the utility room."

Pink blinked at her. "Well-, I mean, it's a nice utility room."

The raccoon laughed - a sweet sound which surprised Pink even more than the smile had - and kissed his cheek. "You hungry?"

Pink nodded. "It's been a while since I ate..."

"Then c'mon," Sam said, grinning and pulling Pink along by the paw.

Pink and Sam sat together in her bedroom, door open, a plate of hummus and baby carrots between them. Pink ate ravenously; he had never eaten hummus before, but found he liked it. Sam watched, smiling a bit too warmly to be the Sam that Pink knew.

"School's been kinda crappy this last month," Sam said. "I dunno about you, but English Lit is pretty dull shit."

"Oh, yeah," Pink quietly agreed. English Lit didn't bother him too much. School in general did not bother Pink except for unexpected boners, something which happened to him often enough that he wore baggy jeans as a precaution.

Sam swirled a carrot in the hummus then popped it in her mouth. She glanced at her cell phone for the time - almost eight PM - then said, "My folks are late tonight. I mean, I knew they would be."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she put it away and smiled, "they're at some bar mitzvah. I got out of it by saying I was on my period."

Pink paused in the middle of a bite. His slightly widened eyes made Sam laugh.

"I'm not, though!" she giggled, swatting his arm. "Jeez."

"Oh-, that's good, then, right?"

"Yeah, it's good," Sam said, not giggling but chuckling. She sidled up to Pink, resting her shoulder against his. Then she nuzzled him, kissed his cheek. Gradually Pink lost his deer-in-the-headlights expression and began to nuzzle and kiss back. Sam said quietly, "You want to mess around?"

Pink nodded quickly, words too much to ask of his suddenly clumsy tongue.

Sam's fingers opened Pink's fly. The dog watched, feeling oddly helpless as his boxers were exposed. The raccoon's fingers slipped underneath the waistband. As her digits touched flesh, she smiled slyly and said, "Hard already. You're predictable."

The Border Collie grinned sheepishly. He brushed a paw up Sam's flank under the covering of her shirt. He cringed subtly as he touched her breasts; Sam rarely gave boob without some bitching in return. But she cupped his paw on the outside of her shirt and said quietly, "Yeah, touch my tits. Your paw feels good."

"So does yours," huffed Pink. By then the dog was more than a bit unnerved. He came close to cracking a joke, demanding to know where the real Sam was, but it was easy for him to imagine how fast the moment would die. He licked her cheek and she nipped his tongue with fairly sharp raccoon teeth. Pink shuddered and Sam pushed a kiss on him, her tongue snaking past his lips, bullying his own tongue down in a way the dog melted for. His small, knotted penis ached in her grip; precum leaked through her fingers.

Under the covering of his boxers, Sam masturbated the dog. Her paw never traveled far, not needing to with Pink's cock. She hesitated in the kiss but not her handjob. Her eyes never lost their uncharacteristically playful glint and the contact was steady. She said as she firmly masturbated him, "Up for some pussy?"

Pink's blush grew. His cheeks felt as hot as embers and his toes curled. He nodded quickly, again too clumsy for words.

Sam grinned. She pulled back her paw, got up on her knees, slid down her shorts and dropped down, catching herself on her paws. Her bushy ringed tail flagged above the small curves of her behind. She said to the dog, "Fuck me, dude."

The dog ogled Sam's rear hungrily. This was how he loved her best: almost entirely clothed with just enough removed for access. He made himself ready the same way, tugging his boxers under his balls before throwing himself over her. He hugged her, nuzzled her neck through her short, boyish hair and allowed himself a growl. Instead of chiding him, Sam cooed and rolled her behind against his hips.

Pink gripped his penis by the knot and moaned as he did so. He guided it, pushing and dragging it over fur, finding eventually the split of her sex. Her heat was incredible to the dog and he groaned as he entered her. "Oh, fuck," Pink gasped. His knot bumped her and he shivered.

"Feels good," Sam sighed. She pulled up her shirt, baring the mild curves of still-growing breasts. "Touch my tits again, dude. I like when you do that."

"You do?" Pink blurted. He slid his fingers across her right breast, his left paw holding his weight; he had learned the hard way Sam did not enjoy holding them both up. As his digits strummed her pert gray nipple, he felt a rush of pleasure. His paw softly cupped the small mound and held it, rubbed it.

Sam, moaning warmly, pushed into Pink. Again she cupped his paw on her breast. Her eyes closed but her smile was wide. "I like it, yeah. You gonna fuck me now?"

"Sure, yeah," Pink murmured. Moving his hips was slow, a little awkward even. Pink was good but nervous, something that tended to plague him - especially with Sam. But as the raccoon cooed for him and pushed back occasionally, the dog relaxed. Not all at once but instead like steam blowing off a boiler, making him a little calmer, more stable. Still he murmured into her ear, "You know, I'm-, uh, not really gonna last..."

"You never do," Sam remarked with a hint of her usual attitude. She laughed, almost giggled. "That's okay. Just put the knot in me for once, would you?"

"Knot you? Really? What about your folks?" Pink asked, excitement at putting it in and fear of being busted almost canceling each other out. Even as he voiced this concern, he was grinding the relatively thick bulb of his knot against her pussy, making the immature folds of her sex give and part slightly with each push. His tail wagged madly above his small round behind.

Sam pushed her behind into Pink. The dog's knot bumped with her pussy as the rest of the shaft prodded in deep. A shudder raced up her spine as if a drop of ice water had fallen on her neck. "Ooh, fuck-, fuck yeah, dude," she huffed. "They won't bust us, they're gonna be gone for ages, bar mitzvahs go on fore-e-ever... just do it, all right?"

Pink licked her neck. He even dared to put some of his weight on her. Sam wobbled a bit but held him up and the dog allowed himself a grin. Now he kissed her cheek, and Sam surprised him again when she turned her head as far as she could. She kissed him back, hard and hungry. Their lips parted and tongued locked, twisting and grinding like serpents making love. Pink's fingers pinched a nipple and Sam let out a whine, a noise the dog had never heard from her before.

Hips moving with desperate speed and force, Pink drove his small cock into Sam as if afraid she would change her mind. His slim form shuddered with pleasure and his balls pulled in taut, heading for the warmer climate of his groin. He clung onto Sam, putting all of his weight on the raccoon who grunted but held steady; the kiss broke off and Sam bit his face softly. Pink whined and then bit her right back, lovebites on her snout and cheek earning him no reprisal.

The Border Collie's knot popped past the threshold of Sam's pussy. The raccoon's back arched and she hissed, then groaned, trembling under Pink but not because of his weight. She said with an airy whimper in her voice, "Oh [i]fuck,[/i] I'm cumming."

Pink pressed against Sam as much as he could with his knot buried inside of her. He bit her neck, but never too roughly. He kissed her, but not with tongue. His breath came in sharp, shallow puffs and his cock ached inside of her, wrenched upon by her clenching vaginal muscles, heated by the warmth she gained in her orgasm.

"Ooh shit, fuck," Pink bleated, leaning on Sam and hugging her tight. He nuzzled her neck and whimpered when he came. Fat ropes of cum gushed into the raccoon - as fat as Pink's could be, at least. For this Sam crooned and curled her bushy tail around his back. Pink nuzzled her, licked her where he had bitten. He pawed at her breasts but lazily as if in afterthought.

"Good fuck, dude," Sam said, warmth in her voice. "She laid down on her belly gradually and sighed as she came to be splayed out. Pink laid awkwardly on top of her; he waited for her to complain but she never did.

"That was really good," Pink agreed, still huffing and hot. He licked her ear tentatively. It flicked, but Sam said nothing. "So, um, what now?"

Sam considered. Then she smiled. "My grass is in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Can you reach it?"

"Think so," Pink murmured, moving onto his knees. Sam moved with him a bit, accommodating him, sometimes huffing as his knot tugged at her. He pulled open the bottom dresser drawer and fished out a baggie of sticky buds and a pack of rolling papers.

"Sweet," Sam giggled, lying flat again. She splayed her legs around Pink and bent them at the knees like a little kid playing video games too close to the TV. As she rolled up a joint, she said to Pink, "This was really fun, dude. I should invite you over for hummus more often."

Pink watched her fingers work. He kissed her on the cheek and closed his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, I had fun."

"Now, um," Sam mumbled, "where the heck is my lighter...?"