The Puppy Sitter: Everybody’s secret
By: Baracudaboy
Rating: NC-17
Genre: gay, anthro/feral sex, interspecies, drug use, paws
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“And now we shall watch as the contestants try to eat 20 cockroaches for 2000 dollarsssss!” , click, “And then I told Snookie I’ma smack you up” click, “only $19.99” click. Stretched out on his old ratty couch Gregory switched from channel to channel, sometimes flipping back and forth between two with no regard for what they were showing.
He sighed and looked over at the digital clock in the shape of a doughnut on the desk nest to the couch. It was about half past 12 and he was sitting in his living room bored hungry, he had volunteered to take care of his friends pet dog for a few days since his friend was leaving on vacation and he was supposed to arrive at any minute.
 
He normally would have been in his bedroom blasting dubstep or out for a longboard ride at this hour but he had promised he’d wait here as his friend was dropping his dog off as he left town to for his vacation. He yawned and reached for the bong on the small coffee table in front of him, flicking his bic and inhaling some thick clouds of smoke before sputtering a little and cough into the space around him.
He didn’t have much to do as it was his day off work but he planned on a walk when old bowser got there, the air would do him good and maybe the old dog would let him ride behind on his skateboard as he led. He got up to make himself some toast and the doorbell rang as he was putting the pieces of bread in the toaster.
 
He opened the door and smiled up at a tall spunky green husky who stood grinning in his doorway. “Hey Barka” Gregory said and grinned back. “Going to get all the booty you can handle bro?” he asked and punched Barka in the chest. “Barka laughed his short yip of a laugh and punched Gregory back. Barka was going to Vegas for a couple days and had been nearly jumping out of his shorts for a week talking about all the tail he was going to score. Now Barka was by nature a very straight little doggy but secretly had been hinting for a while now that the Vegas trip was going to be an experiment with rolling on the other side of the bed, if you know what I mean.
Barka had told Gregory that he had met another guy online, a buff tiger by the name of Rodney who wanted to show him around Vegas as a friend and well, maybe more.
Gregory had never taken care of a pet before, his parents had kept feral cats as a child, a ritual he never had really gotten used too but he was optimistic, he knew having an animal around the house even for a short amount of time would surly brighten him up and get him out of the house.
He had been working a night shift at the local bank as a security guard for a good month now and felt exhausted and drained nearly every day after work.
He had been neglecting his many friends but felt it also did him some good to take a bit of time alone. Too much time with friends tended to turn him into a shoddy copy of them and that wasn't what he wanted.
Barka was pacing around the living room as Gregory mused about the situation at hand. “I am so fucking nervous Gregs, like damn dude, I don’t know if I can meet this guy, what is hes some fuckin old man or some kind of set up, like what it my parents put someone up to this”
Gregory looked over at Barka and began to laugh. “You haven’t talked to your parents in years, why do you give a shit what they think?” Barka frowned “I guess I’m just frantic is all, you know how I get”
 
Barka was skittish by nature due to abuse as a child, he was very distrustful of most people but he and Gregory had grown up together and done most things together that a significant bond had formed between the two, almost like brothers.
“You’ll be fine dude, I promise. Once you get a taste of a cock in your ass your not going to want to turn back” he yelled crudely as he went to go fetch the toast that has just popped up, golden and perfect like he liked it.
“Gross....haha, joking” Barka rubbed the back of his neck and stopped pacing, sitting down on the couch in the living room.
 
The kitchen had an open window to the living room so Barka kept talking as Gregory prepared his toast. “I’m just afraid I’ll get there and I’ll freak out and not know what to do”
“Well, from what you’ve showed me of your chat logs with him he seems very understanding of that fact, you’ll be fine” The green husky tried to speak again on his worries but stopped as he had to dodge a piece of toast flying at his face. “Shut the fuck up, you’ll be fine, you’re a big boy” Gregory said and laughed as he walked in and sat down next to Barka munching on butter garlic toast. “Now tell me, how do I take care of the mutt”
Gregory was referring to the very quiet and obedient dog that sat at the side of the couch, nearly out of eyes sight from the husky and the orange feline.
“Oh, well, not much actually, Charlie here, hes very self maintaining , had lots of years to practice, just feed him two times a day  some of that dry kibble, keep his water full at all times, change it every other day and give him his vitamins once every morning when you wake up, other then that, maybe a walk every other day would be nice, but hes usually just a..um, lap warmer for me” The side of Barka’s mouth twitched as he said that but if Gregory noticed he didn’t let on.
 
Gregory raised himself a bit up from the ratty old couch and looked down at at Charlie a large older Akita. Charlie wasn't as old as the talk about him seem to let on, it was just the running joke that he was so lazy that he acted like a old tired worn out dog.
Charlie was actually just a stoner dog at heart, since the first day he had been brought home as a puppy he had run straight into clouds of weed smoke that Gregory and Barka blew around the room near him. Soon enough he was toppling over things and nearly purring (if dogs could purr), in the laps of both the orange feline and the green canine.
It was a cute sight, from then on they let him walk through as many clouds of smoke as he pleased, he became a husky lazy pup but his master adored him anyway and babied him and spoiled him like no one else.
Charlie looked up and Gregory and whined a bit then huffed a cute little huff and wagged his tail, thumping it against the side of the couch. Gregory smiled and sat back down. “I’m pretty sure I can handle this stoner mutt, we’ll bake brownie together” and both he and Barka laughed and shared another bong hit, as did Charlie.
Barka eventually rose and said he had to be going, Gregory wished him good luck in Vegas and patted him on the back as he walked on the door and it closed behind him.
Gregory heard the husky get into his car and drive away, when he turned about he nearly jumped out of his fur, Charlie was standing behind him, tail wagging nearly at the speed of light, tongue lolling out of his mouth and thick spindles of drool dripped from his maw.
“Uuuh, whats up buddy, you get into my coke!? You looked cracked out” Charlie yipped loudly and Gregory covered his ears as he winced at the loud sound.
“Settle the heck down, whats gotten into stoner dog, you having a bad trip of something” he said jokingly but frowned a bit. He hoped that now that Charlie’s master was gone he wouldn’t suddenly have to deal with a dog gone wild but that looked what might have been happening.
Charlie skipped around and yipped some more, rubbing against Gregory’s leg and furiously licking Gregory’s foot paws.
“Haha, stop that, that tickles” Gregory said and shook him off. “I bet your just hungry, doggy munchies or some shit!” he said and chuckled, fetching Charlie some kibble with a little bit of chicken broth on it.
 
It was around 2 pm that Gregory took Charlie for a walk, surprisingly with Charlies new hyper attitude he happily pulled the cat along behind him on his longboard, Gregory held onto the leash for dear life as charlie got the tip that he could let loose and he raced down the side walk at alarming rates and down smaller streets, nearly taking him out on sharp corners several times.
By the time they got back to Gregory’s house Charlie had calmed down a bit and now ran at a jogging pace.
When they got back inside Gregory gave Charlie some water then went over to the couch and turned on his Xbox and began to play Fable 2. Charlie finished eating and came into the living room, getting up on the couch and plopping himself alongside Gregory he seemed to quickly slip into a quiet huffing slumber.
 
It was about an hour into his game, at around 8pm that he felt something tickling his feet. He looked over and saw that Charlie had settled his head next to the cats foot-paws that were curled up on the couch next to him and he was licking in between his toes.
Gregory laughed and squirmed but let the dog continue since it felt nice and didn’t disturbed him too greatly. He was battling a particularly hard enemy in Fable 2 and as he kept trying to ignore Charlie licking at his toes and in between each digit it became very hard to concentrate.
A blush crept over his muzzle, he had forgotten how sensitive his feet were, it had been a very long time since anyone had touched him and now Charlies ministrations were sending small electrical shocks up into his body, into..certain places.
He suddenly growled and nudged Charlie away, distancing his feet from the dog and frowning over at him. “No Charlie, bad dog, don’t do that, not a good thing mutt”
 
The dog merely huffed at him and laid his head back down away from Gregory’s feet and the cat went back to playing video games.
It was not long after that Charlie began licking the felines foot paws again, Gregory mewed a small mew as the thick wet tongue of the dog slid in and out from in between the thick fur of his foot paws, Charlie licked over the paws pads on each food, snuffling his nose into the, nibbling a little here and there before once again sliding his tongue against Gregory’s sensitive fluffy feet. Gregory blushed hard in the dim light of his living room and drew in a sharp breath.He jumped up from the couch and looked down at Charlie knowing he couldn’t scold him since technically he hadn't done anything wrong, just got a stupid cat flustered, that was all.
 
Gregory looked at the clock for the hundredth time that day and decided that it was time he hit the sack. He patted Charlie on the head, shook his own and sauntered off to bed.
As he lay beneath the cold sheets, his fur prickly and sensitive to the temperature he tossed and turned, unsure what was keeping him up. He lay quiet for a minute and listened to the slow snore of Charlie in the living room.
What a dumb dog, did it have some kind of foot fetish, that was inside and stupid he thought, its a dog, it likes kibble...and weed. he laughed to himself in the silence of the night before turning over to face the wall. He yelped a little as his full erection grazed the cold bedsheets. he had been trying to deny for quite a while the growing member between his legs, he had been thinking about the wrong things for it to be acting this way so when it didn’t go away and he blushed and grimaced in the darkness.
 
What Charlie had done to his feet, it had felt so damn good, like nothing he could remember feeling. Sure he had boyfriends in the past who tolerated his foot fetish but he had never had one go as far as put his paws in their mouth, that always seemed a little to far out of bounds no matter who he was seeing.
Gregory was also a bit of a germ freak so the idea of putting a foot in a mouth did seem a little off putting, but it had felt so good, and Charlie was a feral dog, he probably ate worse things on a daily basis so he probably didn’t mind...wrapping his slick hot tongue around Gregory’s toes. The cat shuddered at the amount of detail each thought pertaining to that moment carried.
His erection throbbed hard, pressed against his stomach it felt red hot and tight but Gregory ignored it in angry solitude at the feelings he had felt come over himself, it wasn't the right thing to encourage so he laid there in silence for an hour or two before sleep took him, his thick blue cock still ready to burst.
 
Gregory woke to a feeling in his gut, a very very good one. He swiftly took this as a sign that things were not right and he bolted up in his bed, a plush queen covered in multiple comforters and saw that his feet were sticking out from under the blankets and..Charlie was at is again.
Gregory also noticed that he was rock hard, morning wood this time was especially cumbersome and as he tried to role over and go back to sleep he yelped as the pain of denial creeped into his nether area.
He sat up again and looked down at Charlie who was sitting on the floor at the edge of the bed panting, large tongue out, steamy clouds coming from his maw in the cold morning air. Gregory shivered and pulled the blankets around him, wincing again as his erection scraped against the cotton.
He pulled the blanket forward and looked down at his throbbing erection, it was Saturday and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to walk around and get things done with the state he was in, after a night of denial he knew it would be agony the next time around if he didn’t attend to his needs this time.
He unwrapped himself from the blanket and slid one fluffy hand around the base of his cock, it twitched at his touch and he moaned. Charlie yipped a bit and Gregory’s hand shot away from himself. He couldn’t release in front of the dog...that just seemed weird.
 
He tediously got up from the bed and grimaced as he put on a robe and went out to the living room where he popped in a porn DVD, took a lengthy bong hit and began stroking his engorged cock in time with the thrusts in the video. His orange furred hands slid over his dark blue thickness, he squeezed and pulled at the base, milking himself and moaning.
His hot thickness was not slick with precum and he licked his soft pink paws pads, tongue lapping at himself and slicking himself with more saliva so his paws could run more smoothly over his dripping cock.
The velvety fur of his paws always felt great massaging and rubbing over himself, he closed his eyes, leaned back his head and arched his hips as he retracted a claw from one lithe hand and let one finger slip into the pink pucker of his hungry ass.
 
He finger fucked himself for a time, the high he was experiencing was a good one, he always got a better hit in the mornings after sleeping and not smoking for a couple of hours, one foot on the coffee table in front of him, one foot on the ground, he had worked himself into a good sweating hot frenzy when suddenly the feeling of a hot wet tongue wrapping around his foot paw caused him to gasped and meow loudly as his came hard into his plush paws, thick hot ribbons of cum splooged from his wet ejaculating cock, ropes of beady white coating his thighs, even getting as far as his knees.
 
As he lay there panting the tongue playing with his paws did not leave and it was not long before his thick feline meat was rock hard again and he spasmed a little each time a new lick was placed upon his fluffy appendages.
Charlies licking became more intense as Gregory began to moan and writhe on the couch, letting his other foot fall down for Charlie to get at and Charlie gladly added that one to the playful advances of his tongue.
 
Gregory was too stoned and pleasured to mind what was happening but as Charlies tongue began to climb higher up his leg he looked down and a deep blush spread over his muzzle, the Akita was now snuffling at his thighs, lapping with his big sloppy tongue at the ropes of fresh cum that spotted Gregory's auburn fur.
The dogs tongue slid easily along the felines lush coat, a heavy warm feeling that made the cat moan under his breath, quietly he kept denying that he was liking the treatment he was getting, any second now he would have to push Charlie away, go take a shower and go out for a longboard ride to keep up at his lazy excuse for exercise.
Charlie continued getting closer and closer to Gregory’s crotch and when the feline felt the wet drooling tongue of Charlie, his best friends pet wrap around his pulsing cock he could do nothing but tense and jerk as Charlie increased his speed, lapping furiously at the cat drenched member.
 
Gregory grabbed hold of Charlies head and pushed his cum slathered muzzle down on to his dick, Charlie obliged like he had done this before and let his tongue roll around on Gregory’s dick with practiced ease.
Gregory thought to himself all the trouble hes get in, all horrible things he was doing right now but the enjoyment overpowered any emotion he felt.
He was stoned out of his mind and face fucking his best friends dog, he didn’t understand why it felt so good but he was too out of it and insane to try and change what was happening, he continued to fucking Charlies mouth until the sensations in his member reached their peak and he shot creamy spunk into Charlies waiting mouth, rubbing his receding dick along Charlies lips and maw until they were frothy with his drippy spooge.
 
Gregory collapsed in a heavy sweaty pile on his couch as Charlie sauntered away to lap at some water and probably clear the taste from his mouth. Gregory’s amber fur was thick and heady with the scent of dog drool and his freshly wasted sperm, his thighs were coated in this aromatic mix of fluids and when he rose from the couch to drag himself into the shower his head spun with the horrible reality of the situation, the satisfaction he had just had, and the invigoration he felt creeping over him.
He let the water run so hot that it burned against his fur, he felt ashamed, unclean, wrong in what he had done, so wrong that he didn’t know how to possibly make it right.
At the same time he felt a throbbing need arise inside of him, like something had clicked into place like a peg finally finding its hole, he couldn't explain it but it was what it was, a satisfaction.
 
Later that day after a short nap, a sandwich and a bit of TF2 Gregs decided to go for a longboard ride to a park that was about 2 miles from his house. He took a couple good rips from his bong, reluctantly watching Charlie dance through the clouds, tongue lolling like a happy rag doll. He pushed off and let all the feelings of regret and confusion melt away, he knew Charlie would be fine alone at home for an hour or so and he needed to get some fresh air into his lungs, he felt like they were heavy, weighed down with the full truth of what he’d let happen to him that morning.
He felt so confused and at the same time ever so shameful, there was no going back he told himself over and over again, he had done something horrible and now he couldn’t take it back. What would he tell Barka, would he be able to tell him at all, and should he tell him!?
All these thoughts began to plague Gregory harder, which each push the agony of the situation fell over him like a thick blanket, suffocating him with its guilt.
He knew sooner or later he’d have to tell his green husky friend, it would be his fault if he didn’t and Charlie tried to mount him or attack him sexually or something. He hadn’t scolded Charlie for what he had done so now he probably saw it as a treat or something and not something so very wrong...
 
He skated up to the park where he has taken Charlie for a walk the previous day but when he arrived there it was populated with many others walking their dogs and playing with them. Gregory felt his head spin with a little bit of sickness and all the feral canines running around doing normal canine things did not ease him whatsoever.
 
He didn’t stay for long at the park and decided that anything would be better then sitting in a park looking at accomplices in in his sin. It wasn't like the feline hadn't thought about such things before, it was only natural to he thought, to wonder about a species so different but so similar to himself. They both had fur right? They both loved raw steak.
But similarities only did so much to ease him, there was an important divide between anthros and ferals, sex between a female anthro and a feral male was known to birth disfigured and horrid pieces of already shattered life, beings that would not survive to ever see a second day.
 
Gregory was male though...and so was Charlie, could anything bad really come about from such actions if they were not able to make a monster child together? Gregory sighed and clutched at his chest as he speeded along alley ways and sidewalks, it hurt, a deep tightness that reminded him of how he had felt the first time these feelings had tip toed across his mind.
He shook his head back and forth quickly, nearly wiping out on an old lady as he passed her at near light speed.
He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he had to do something, hes feel guilt for the rest of his life if he didn’t come clean about the atrocity he had committed.
 
When the orange cat returned to his house Charlie was waiting patiently at the door and barked happily even when Gregory dashed quickly out of his way into his bedroom and shut the door tightly behind him.
The next couple of days where a whirlwind to Gregory, he began to smoke more pot and sit around the house in a depressed and lonely state. He made Charlie sleep in the kitchen on a small make shift dog bed so he didn’t have to look at his as much. He tried to avoid Charlie as much as he could during the day, but the nights, the nights were a different story.
 
When Gregs had laid down for the night after spending the entire day worrying about Charlie and what he should do, he felt the lazy canine wheedle his way under the covers down next to his feet. He had tensed in the darkness, ready to cry out and confess all to whoever would listen, but Charlie began to lick Gregory's feet and he was powerless as the day he was born.
Charlies sloppy wet tongue found each digit and cherished it so, Gregory’s hand could not keep itself away from his crotch and every time he would jerk away at the last minute his hand would only find that heated spot minutes later as Charlie continued to ravish his feet.
He let his hand finally stroke himself and that feeling intense ecstasy returned, it took him no time at all till he was yowling and shooting stick ropes into his furry hands.
 
Charlie kept on licking until the cat drifted off to a restless and disturbed sleep. He knew what he’d done wasn't as wrong as what he had done the other night but the fact that he couldn’t seem to control himself left him miserable.
This continued up until their last night together, Gregory had decided that avoiding and ignoring Charlie during the day time was for the best so he timed it where he could feed the Akita in the morning before he left for long rides around the city and time at different coffee shops staring aimlessly out the window.
When the day came for Barka to return and pick up Charlie the orange cat was literally in tears, he still hadn't figured out what do do with this new found situation and sickening revelation about himself but he knew he was going to have to suck it up and face facts. The best scenario would be Barka getting mad and never talking to him again...and the worst, he didn’t want to even think about it.
 
Charlie was in the kitchen when the knock came on the door. It was 3 pm on a Monday and Gregory as glad to have a four day weekend courtesy of his friendly and caring boss who knew how bad  night shifts could work over a person. He was happy that he’d had a day after this one to decompress from whatever explosion he knew was imminent. A whole day was a luxury when you worked night shift.
The orange feline opened the door to meet Barka who was grinning from ear to ear, his fangs dripping excitedly as his tail thumped against the the door frame.
“Uh, come in” Gregory said. “Charlie is in the kitchen” Barka sat down on Greg’s couch and looked over at him, Gregory twitched and stood there awkwardly as Barka began to look a little confused.
“Don’t you worry about Charlie, we can leave him for a second, I want to tell you about my adventures in Vegas!”
Gregory sat down next to him and listened to Barka’s detail to him the lavish amount of sex he had with the friend from the Internet. “And he could just go for days, I don’t think I could walk by the time he was done”
“Uh huh..” Gregory said faintly as his interest and attention for the story waxed and wained. The green canine didn’t seem to notice until there was a whine from the kitchen and he shot up from the couch. “Alright, time to say hello to the toker hound” he said and smiled down at Gregory who's smile was a faint mask over his true feelings about this moment. he rose and walked over to the kitchen door and slowly opened it.
 
Neither of them were prepared for the Akita shaped bullet that shot out from the kitchen and rambunctiously began bouncing around the living room.
“Whoa, you let him take a couple lines or something, never seen him this hyper before” Barka said and laughed, cocking his head to one side and waiting to see what his lovable dog would do.
Suddenly Charlie looked over at Barka and yipped loudly before barreling towards him as if he was ready to jump.
Gregory winced as Charlie literally tackled Barka and let his sloppy tongue lick every corner of the dogs muzzle and face. Gregory watched in horror as Barka began to get a little agitated and tried to push the wily Akita off of him.
Gregory’s fears were coming true, he knew something like this would happen since he hadn't scolded Charlie for his actions two nights before, and had then let him continue with such and wrong actions.
 
“Charlie, boy, whoa, calm down” Barka yelled as the Akita decided that was a plea for more tongue and flailing.
Gregory blushed and looked away but whipped his head back around as an odd sound like gargling startled him.
What he saw made him jump a little, the Akita has successfully overpowered the small frail Barka and had stuck his long slimy tongue into the huskies mouth. Barka thrashed a little bit under the large dog but Gregory could see that he was returning the sloppy kiss with a kind of primal vigor.
Gregory watched as their tongues slided back and forth along each other, beads of drool dripping and coating their maws.
He could see that Barka was still trying to struggle but that his resolve was wearing thing...he knew how that felt.
 
Without thinking on it further Gregory rushed over to Barka who know had his arms out from under the Akita and grabbed hold of his paws, pulling him out from under the panting mutt.
The dog began to pace back and forth, drooling and barking a little.
He sat up and the orange cat was surprised and horrified top see the feral pup sporting a full raging erection, he could see white drops of precum already leaking from the top and when he looked over at Barka who looked cast aside and tired on the couch he could see that his gaze had gone to the same place.
they both had hard red blushes that could be seen through their fur and they looked away from each other like eye contact would have killed them.
Charlie looked from one to the other and panted more heavily as if asking them to do something and do it quick.
“I’m so sorry....” Said Gregory in the silence only interrupted by the feral’s panting.
“For what? I’m the one who should apologize...that moment we just had, I could have gotten away but I didn’t..I never have”
When Gregory heard what Barka said he felt that pain in his chest again, a white hot grip so sudden inside of him, but it began to ease, if what he heard was what he thought he heard that meant that Barka....
Gregory looked over at the green dog who was still laying haphazardly n the couch, panting a little himself.
“Are you...do you...do things...with Charlie?” Gregory asked, the silence around them seemed to become stale and the cat was wary that this was territory that was off limits to his questions.
But when Barka spoke it was a calm collected voice that Gregory was met with.
“If you aren’t okay with me...and..these things that I do, I will leave right now, we shall never have to talk again”
Gregory looked away but looked back at Barka a time and a small faint smile crept over his face. “I understand...and no, you don’t have to go”
The look on the green canine face told Greg’s that it wasn't what he had expected, like someone waiting to be hit the frail husky had tensed up and suddenly relaxed at Gregory’s answer, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, as had one been lifted from Gregory’s.
“You..don’t hate me? You aren’t disgusted?”
“I’m a little confused is all” Gregory said rubbing the back of his neck as he plopped down next to the forlorn Barka. “Dude...its about time you told me what was going on, I want to know since we’re friends...” the orange feline rubbed the back of his neck again, a nervous habit and looked over at Barka who looked sad but feeling better then he had.
 
“It all started a long time ago when my dad used to abuse me, there was a neighbor dog...who I used to go escape to and play with after the beatings. I’d run away to the local children's park and he’d always be there waiting for me.
At that time, when I was young I didn’t have any friends to play with since my father scared them all away when they tried to come over and hang out. So when I met that friendly dog at the playground we became instant friends, we would do everything together, until one day...I was playing in the woods with him and he got too excited.
I also got too excited to say the least and well, this escalated to a point where I was unable to contain myself. I let that dog do so many..wonderful things to me, I felt loved when no one else was there because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, I knew all he wanted was to see me happy and pleasured. I knew it was wrong but at the time it felt so so right.
For a while I let myself be toyed with by a couple different local neighbors dogs until I reached the age I was able to get emancipated. When I finally got my own place I went straight to the local shelter to try and find a dog to fill the hole I know felt inside myself.”
 
“I met Charlie about 5 years ago at the county animal shelter, out of all the dogs there he almost seemed to be waiting for me. As I walked past each feral dog cage I saw that they were all jumping up and down, stupid grins on their muzzles like they were on some kind of drug.
But then I came to Charlies cage, he was sleeping, but as I tapped on the cage to wake him up he came right up to the front of the cage, looked me dead in the eye and barked and wagged his tail. It was like he was trying to tell me “Yes, me I am the one you’ve been waiting for”
 
Barka paused and looked at Charlie who's erection had not ceased but who's attention seemed to be now focused attentively on Barka’s story, like he was listening in too.
“When I got him home we spent our first night tightly wound together like two puzzle pieces...that just fit”
Gregory had kept a straight unreadable face the whole time but now the boldness of getting such a detailed account of the love that both Barka and Charlie seemed to share. It was without any prior planning; what came out of his mouth next.
“Could...I see it...what its like”
The husky next to him visibly started but his face seemed to change rapidly like he was trying to solve some hard math problem in his head.
“Oh Greg’s I should have known you dirty piece of shit. Here I am telling you the biggest secret of my life and all you can think about is sex, thanks for defusing the tension by the way but you really are a dirty horny asshole!”
Gregory chucked and got p from the couch, putting his hands behind his head and laughing down at Barka “Sex and food bro, sex and food!”
 
The green canine laughed and smiled for the first time since the confession and got up too, pushing his index fingers together in a very nervous pose he looked from Charlie to Gregory and back again.
“I don't know if I feel comfortable with this, I’ve never shown anyone before or done stuff in front of others”
“Oh don’t even stress it man, you looked like you were enjoying every second of it when he had you pinned down” Barka turned a deep crimson and twiddled his fingers even faster.
“I don’t really know what to do honestly...” He said quietly.
“Oh haha, I think Charlie knows exactly what to do from the looks of it” greg’s said and slapped Barka soundly on the back. the frail pup teetered but gained his balance again and got down on the floor with Charlie. Gregory sat on the couch in front of them and rubbed his crotch a little, looking over at Barka who blushed even harder if that was possible.
 
Gregory and the green dog hadn't ever played with each other but there had been many times that Gregory had invited him to watch him get fucked by the flavor of the week that he would bring back from the bars, usually a large hungry bear or a strong dominant tiger. Barka had expressed that he very much liked watching but did not want to participate in any of the physical fun himself.
Greg’s had been fine with this, he knew Barka was very sensitive about certain things and it also helped to not complicate things too much between the two friends, Barka watched, Gregory preformed, all was well.
Now though with this new and different revelation Gregory felt it was his turn to watch how Barka interacted in a sexual situation. He had always just assumed he was some type of asexual but he now understood that was not the case at all, just a different choice in species was all, and well, that was actually a lot.
 
The whole past couple of days and its events still spun around in Gregory’s mind but he had a bad habit of getting a nut when he felt down, so what was the perfect way to avoid feeling like shit about all of this? Get in a good fap and see something new.
Greg’s knew it wouldn’t make up for the confession he still had to make to Barka but with this under their belts he knew the green husky wouldn’t be able to complain too much after letting him see such a show.
Barka had been making out with Charlie for some time now, their tongues joining and intertwining in a hot slobbery mess that coated a bit of Barka’s chest fur in thick doggy saliva.
he was making small garbled moans around the large appendage exploring his maw and Gregory began to rub the growing thickness in his pants harder, kneading the straining flesh with his skill paws.
“Take off your pants” Gregory said, anew found vigor invading his senses. The thick smell of feral musk and Barka’s arousal filled the room and Gregory took a deep breath of it all before he began to unzip the fly of his tattered ripped jeans.
The neon green canine too caught up in the moment to notice when  Gregory’s thick blue feline meat broke the bonds of his boxers and became one with his hand as he slowly pumped his swollen flesh.
Barka obliged quickly and got out of his shorts, he had been wearing some tight track shorts that showed the perfect curve of his ass right down the the bushy tail that sprung forth like a large furry feather duster.
The anthro doggy was now naked on Gregory’s floor being engaged by a huge horny Akita and all Gregory would do was watch on as the two played and fit together exactly like puzzle pieces like Barka had said. While Charlie had been awkward and sloppy with Gregory he was practiced and slow with his lover. Gregory grew a little impatient of the two of them siting there making out and doing nothing more.
 
“Get on your hands and knees” Gregory commanded. He knew he was being a little rough, especially since it was Barka’s first time in front of anyone else but his lover it seemed but he didn’t feel to bad about it, he knew if his friend had really felt to odd about it he wouldn’t be here naked on his floor with Charlie right now.
“But I’m not really ready...” Barka said, but got on his paws and knees anyway. Charlie took this as a tip to switch what he was doing.
He wandered around to the backside of his anthro mutt lover and sniffed around his ass. Gregory was sure he was going to mount him any minute but what happened next turned out to be much more of a treat for both him and Barka.
 
Charlie let his muzzle wander dangerously close to the bright pink pucker of the huskies ass before suddenly slipping the full length of his tongue deep inside the tight hotness of the dog ass.
Barka yipped and moaned as Charlie thoroughly tongue fucked his his juicy pink hole, Gregory was going wild and stroked his cock in time with Charlie’s tongue thrusts.
 
An hour ago he couldn’t have imagined seeing this in front of his but his throbbing kitty cock told him it was all real and happening so he slicked his furry palm with saliva and thrust up into his own hand as Barka was violated below him.
Charlie let his tongue slowly wander out of the dogs now slick asshole before snuffling it a bit and sauntering around a bit before placing himself with timed practice right behind Barka. Walking forward as if he was going to head butt the anthro pups ass he instead slowly climbed onto his back with a certain precision and placed his head on Barka’s right shoulder, his head lolling forward so that their cheeks brushed each other.
 
Gregory nearly exploded right there and then, he had always dreamed about seeing Barka in a prone position but knew he had never been the one who was worthy of putting him in such a place.
Charlie’s erection was now brushing teasingly up against the fluffy part of the green dogs ass right near his tail, suddenly the feral Akita drew back and impaled Barka with his long dripping doggy dong.
 
Gregory moaned into the warm air of the living room at the same time Barka did. The orange feline watched as the thick red dog rocket impaled the huskies as over and over again.
Charlie increased his thrusts as Barka moaned louder and finally after ramming it into his tight husky hole the knot bugling knot popped inside of him.
Moans came from the green dog in quick short bursts and Gregory came harder then he ever felt he had before, milky white strands erupted from his blue thickness and he meowed low and hard at the feeling of jacking off to his friend being fucked by his lobing and loyal pet.
 
Barka on the other hand did not yet get the pleasure of release, he had done this so many times that it took him more then having a huge knot up inside him. “Come on Hun, oh yeah, oooh” Barka moaned, his lithe body rocking back against his feral lover. Charlie thrust back and his knot exited the huskies butt with a loud snap sound before entering it again “pop pop pop”, it sounded like some kind of gum being popped as the horny feral Akita allowed his knot to slip in and out of the now dripping ass of the green husky underneath him.
Finally charlie drilled the full length of his red throbbing meat into Barka, now panting hard and giving him small thrusts to work with.
 
Barka came in thick creamy spouts on to Gregory’s rug, puddles of steaming anthro husky ejaculate that Gregory would later make Barka lick up for them.
Barka collapsed onto the floor of the living room panting hard and he let Charlie slowly slide his shrinking knot of out his abused and leaking ass.
His pucker gaped, thick waves of jizz streaming from the hole and Gregory grinned down at Barka who's eyes had rolled back in his head, he looked like a stupefied high zombie, a very gay zoophilic one at that.
 
Gregory had no idea what move was best to make next, he had just jacked it to his friend getting ass pounded by his pet dog, he felt a little crazy right now, a little mixed up inside.
The overall feeling though was one of relief, like something had been bottled up for so long and he;d finally let it go, he didn’t see it as something he would need often but something that he cherished as a unique memory, one that he would lock up secret and safe in a far off room with Barka and Charlie in tow.
 
Barka came too about 20 minutes later, Gregory had started to worry but Charlie seemed perfectly happy resting his head on the back of the huskies forest green thickly furred thighs.
He huffed and puffed a little every now and then as if he was bored but there was a strong scent of devotion and love in the air mingled with that of the sweat and musk of their coupling.
Gregory cracked a small smile and leaned over patting Charlie on the head and Barka smiled over at him lazily and with a look of pure calm and comfort on his face.
 
After a short nap Gregory saw both the dogs off and plopped down in his bed, head spinning he clutched for a pillow and held it tightly to his chest. He didn’t know what to think..about anything any more, everything had changed in and instant and now he shared a secret with Barka. He knew it brought them closer together, but he still had yet to tell him about his own personal encounter with Charlie.
The husky probably just thought Gregory got off on watching him, not fantasizing about that thick red rocket shoved as far up his tail hole as it could go...
He would have to think about that tomorrow,  Right now he was content to roll the events around in his mind and anyway he had dreams to dream...naughty ones...
 
 
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Afterword: And before you ask, no, no i have no idea where i am going with all of this, I’m going to just have to wait and see what Gregory decides to do, he’s his own character now, fucked up and weird, but his own. :p
I don’t really feel I have a strong emotional connection to either of them yet so the way I write them and play with them may seem a little cold and awkward but then again I feel like if one of my characters really wasn't okay with something I’d probably find myself unable to write them into such a description :p