Valentine
By Dirt
	Timothy gives off loud grumbles as he forces the door to his house open and stomps his way inside. The walls shake a bit as he slams the door behind him in anger and exhaustion, glad that his day was finished. Tim had not been quite a fan of this day and his mood showed it. All day the fox groaned whenever his coworkers approached him to wish him happy Valentine’s. While he was at the store, he made a little girl jump by giving her a dirty glare. The little cub had tried to pass him out a free Valentine’s to every one shopping. The kid’s parents returned the stare throughout the entire time he grabbed his bottle of wine and purchased it.
	Tim’s mood earlier in the week was much different than he was now. The fox’s ex-boyfriend, Matt, was heading back into town and the two had planned to share a bottle of wine together. The two of them split because of Matt’s traveling work, but their relationship ended on a good note. Unfortunately, the Border Collie couldn’t rearrange his time to fit Tim in his schedule. Tim felt terrible that he was actually going to be spending this Valentine’s alone again.
	As the thought passed through Tim’s head, he was instantly tackled by another Border Collie. This one was quite a bit smaller though and quite a bit more slobbery. Tim’s feral Border Collie jumped up onto Tim, pushing his forepaws right onto his chest. The black and white furred canine struggled to stand on his hindlegs to say hello. The dog tried to jump up to lick his owner’s muzzle, but Tim was too tall to be reached. Tim had to catch himself from fall and dropping the bottle, but his grumpy attitude quickly melted away.
	“Hey Wit! Who’s excited to see daddy?” Tim asked in a patronizing tone, only making Wit more excited.
	Tim helped Wit out by reaching his muzzle down and landing a kiss straight on the dog’s wet nose. Wit returned his own kiss, furiously lapping at Tim’s muzzle and covering the fox in his saliva. Tim had to pull away, wiping his mouth clean from the dog drool before laughing at the antic. Despite his love for Wit, he could not stand the violent licking that he constantly received from the canine. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad about it either and usually gave him free reign to cover him in slobber.
	Tim went about his usual night time routine. He took Wit for a quick walk to go potty, ‘accidentally’ forgetting to bring a plastic bag with him. He then undressed like he usually did and popped open his bottle of wine. The fox spent the rest of the night naked on his couch with Wit, cuddling with the feral at his front as he watched helpless romantic movies. The movie that he was watching might have been a new release, but it was still the same old story that he was used to. The story that never included him.
	“Why must they torture me?” Tim asked drunkenly to his dog.
	Wit might not have been fully aware of what the plot of the movie was or why his owner had become a drunken mess, but he was quite familiar with what cheered Tim up. Wit quickly turned his body around to face Tim’s. The canine ran his head against Tim’s neck, taking long laps at his fur to calm his master down. It worked well. Tim arched his head back to give the dog more to play with. He loved Wit’s infamous neck kisses and no matter how innocent they seemed to be, they always managed to get Tim going.
	“Oh, Wit.” Tim whispered, feeling a bit guilty that he was getting excited about his own dog.
	Tim tried to settle himself down, but the wine was starting to get to his head. When it usually got to this point, Tim always calmed Wit down by taking him out for a walk or playing catch with him in the backyard. However, Tim was a bit too naked to do either of those and a bit too drunk to want to stop Wit. He gasped as the dog ran his tongue up and down his sensitive neck. He even dug his claws into the couch cushions when Wit gave him a playful nip.
	“Oh God! For a dumb dog, you sure know how to treat me.” 
	As if Wit understood what Tim was saying, he gave him another quick nip at his neck, this time biting a little bit harder. It was more than enough to make Tim let out a loud moan and wrap his arms around Wit’s head. Tim ran hs paws up and down Wit’s back, scratching him in all the right places while Wit licked him in all of his. The two of them continued their ‘foreplay’ until Tim couldn’t bare it anymore. 
Tim reached his paw down underneath Wit and began to stroke at the canine’s tummy. Tim honestly tried to get Wit fixed when he was just a little puppy, but seeing the little border collie made him feel too guilty about it. Now that he was older, he didn’t want to do it either, afraid that he might lose his companion’s trust. He rubbed at Wit’s tummy, knowing that the Border Collie was not going to be able to resist the proximity of the touch. Without much of a delay, a pink lipstick shaped tip shot out of Wit’s sheath.
For a medium sized dog, Wit was rather well endowed. Even though it was just the tip of the shaft, Wit’s dick was full and thick. Like a fountain being turned on, Wit’s dick was freely dripping pre onto the couch and Tim’s fur. Tim readjusted himself so that Wit could get on top of his front. The two of their erect shafts ground up against each other in the heat of the moment. Wit was surprisingly good to letting Tim lead him through the  whole thing, despite the fact it was their firs time together. 
Tim reached his paws downt and grabbed the base of Wit’s shaft with one hand  and his own with the other. Wit only stopped licking his owner for a second, confused about what was going on but trusting his master to not lead him wrong. Tim noticed the Border Collie’s concern and decided to reassure his pup that everything was going to be alright. He reached his muzzle up to Wit’s and began to lap at it the way Wit would lap at his. The two of them began to run their tongues straight into each other, ‘kissing’ each other lovingly while Tim did his work.
The fox stroked the Boder Collie’s dick slowly, matching his pace with the pace that he wanted on himself. Wit did not seem to mind their stroking, bucking his hips every now and then to try and cum to an early finish of his own. Tim was sure that he would not let Wit cum until he had everything that he wanted from him. And right now, he only wanted one thing from Wit.
Tim continued to stroke the dog off until he knew that Wit was becoming impatient for the real thing. Tim saw the look of determination on Wit’s muzzle and quickly turned himself around for Wit. Tim might not have been too lucky with actual people, but he definitely had enough experience to last him a lifetime. Tim raised his backside just to perfectly grind the dog’s shaft between his ass. Wit wanted to continue just licking his master, but he could feel his primal instincts kicking in.
The canine shoved his dick around in the air, looking for Tim’s hole so he could begin to mate with him. Tim laughed when he realized that Wit couldn’t find it on his own, so he reached his hand out and grabbed the dog’s erect member. It took him a while to find it as well, but as soon as he placed his tailhole against Wit’s shaft, the canine knew what to do. Wit shoved himself straight into Tim, getting a sharp yell from the fox as he tried to adjust his tailhole for the Border Collie. 
Wit was rough for his size, pushing it in almost halfway before hilting at his knot. Tim shifted about, not used to too many unlubed dicks inside of him. Still, his toys and his training had given him the proper skills to handle the situation. He relaxed himself and arched his back for Wit, letting the dog control his pace while still being comfortable. Wit was definitely not interested in whether Wit would actually be able to go with dry fuck, too busy humping away at Tim’s asshole .
Unlike most of Tim’s actual fucks with anthro canines, Wit was already hilting his knot against the his tailhole. Tim tried to tell himself that it was just going to be a quick pinch and it would be over, but Wit wanted this knotting to last long. He continually hilted himself against Tim’s tailhole, stretching him out just a little bit before pulling back out. Wit continued to keep up his strategy, stretching Tim  little more with each thrust. Tim was hardly able to contain himself, at this point. Every time he was stretched a little more by Wit, Tim would let out a loud moan, almost howling like his primal ancestors. 
It did not take Wit too long to reach his goal. After about ten more consecutive stretches, Wit gave a single long thrust straight at Tim’s tailhole. Time called out “Wit” loudly, half in the sheer pain of being stretched so wide and the pleasure from being knotted by the other male. Even Wit let out a loud bark as his knot finally reached the halfway mark and slipped inside of Tim’s rectum. The pressure from the fox’s tailhole on his knot sent Wit into an easy orgasm just as he hilted inside of him.
Tim’s eyes grew wide as he realized that he let his own dog finish inside of him. What was weirder was the way he knew that Wit had just reached his orgasm. He could feel the dog’s shaft spew out load after load into his ass, filling the fox with his thick cum. Wit even decided to top off his love making by stretching himself out on Tim’s back and giving him a light bite on the back of his neck. Tim arched himself again, letting Wit dig his teeth into his nape. Tim found it too much to just sit around and let the canine pump him full of seed. He reached his own hand down to his erect shaft and began to stroke at it, hoping to find his own orgasm before Wit would deflate and pull out. Before he could do that though, the sound of his front door opening up caused him to freeze up.
“Tim? It’s Matt! Are you awake still? I was knocking but no one answered, so I just thought-Jesus Christ!”