“I can’t believe I agreed to this…” Dylan muttered as he was applying the last of the eyeliner needed for the look. 

“You owe me a favor,” Dante said with a smug look on his face. “And if anything this will do you some good. Kick back, have some fun. It’s just for one night.” 

They were both in the bathroom. It was pretty late already but both were wide awake and getting ready to head out. Dante had been invited to a party with other goth dogs but this one required pairs. So he asked Dylan to make an appearance with him as his alter ego, Danny. 

“I guess…” Dylan sighed as he finished with the makeup. The last touch was the positioning of his ears. “How do I look?” 

“Looks like Danny is back,” Dante said as he approached his older brother. 

“Whatever,” Dylan said with a half shrug and roll of his eyes. This reaction took him by surprise. It just came out so naturally. “So, are we going?” 

“Yeah, the party should have started by now. So we’ll be showing up fashionably late,” Dante said with enthusiasm. 

“Nice,” Danny said with a small smile.  

The pair were out and strolling down the mostly empty streets of Camden. Dante led the way and Dylan was given more time to get into character. That turned out to be surprisingly easy. Even though it had been a while since he had been Danny, the moment he donned the appearance something within him just ‘clicked’ and he just knew just how to act and what to say. 

For as long as he was wearing the eyeliner, spots on his left ear, and the spiked collar, he was no longer the clumsy and socially awkward Dylan Dalmatian. He was Danny. The party was being held in some abandoned warehouse along the harbor. The music could be heard and Danny felt himself becoming excited but in a low-key way. Dante continued to lead the way, guiding them to the front of the warehouse where there was a pair of bulldog bouncers. 

“Dante Dalmatian,” the black colored canine confirmed his name to them. “And this is my plus-one, Danny.” 


“Hey,” the other young dog said. 

The bulldogs nodded and let them inside of the warehouse and Danny hot to see that the place was fully decorated and a rave was going on already. A multitude of dogs in emo and goth styles were either dancing or just hanging out with others. As he looked around, Danny started to notice that there were a lot of pairs. 

“Dante!” Some other dog was walking up to them and following suit were others. Dante was apparently familiar with them as he greeted them and then introduced Danny. 

“So this is your little boytoy you were telling us about,” one of them said. “He’s even cuter than you described.” 

Danny perked up a bit hearing that and so did Dante. He was quick to excuse them both, all but pushing Danny away from his friends. 

“Boytoy?” Danny repeated. He didn’t sound angry but obviously wanted to know what was going on. 

“Alright, I didn’t tell you earlier because I knew you would freak out and wouldn’t have come but this party is actually kind of a couple thing. I needed a partner to get in and the only dog I could think of was you,” Dante explained. He was expecting to be yelled at for not being completely honest with his older brother but instead the other canine just blinked and then he sighed. 

“That makes sense,” Danny said. He looked away and then shrugged. “We’re already here anyway.” 

“So, you’re cool with it?” Dante asked hopefully. When Danny nodded he was quick to hug the other canine. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ve been wanting to go to one of these parties for the longest time. I’ve heard they get totally crazy.” 

It turned out that Dante was telling the truth but even he was surprised by what the party had to offer. It wasn’t the kind of parties that he was used to. Most of the other canines in attendance were significantly older. There was a certain energy in the air that Dante couldn’t place but as he said earlier, things changed as the party raged on. The music became louder and more intense. 

Those not dancing to the music were instead close to each other, very close. Dante felt himself blushing as he caught sight of couples passionately kissing and some were doing much more than that. He was looking for a place to use the restroom and wound up walking in on a pair of dobermans. One was on top of the other and both were males, made very apparent by the pointed crimson that was bobbing between the bottoming one’s hindlegs. 

When Dante returned he found Danny talking to his friends. This made Dante worry a bit. He didn’t know if his brother could handle a conversation with them. But as he came closer he saw that things were well. In fact they were all getting along just fine. Danny was telling them how he was actually from out of town and came to visit Camden every now and then. He and Dante were in a long distance relationship and he traveled all over, his humans being band members that were looking to get big. 

Dante was shocked by how easily Dylan was able to spin this whole tale to go with his look. It was smart though. There was already an explanation of why they had never seen Danny before and why they wouldn’t be seeing him again for a while. Dante approached them, doing his best to act casual. 

“Oh, Dante. We were just talking to your boyfriend,” one of his friends said. “You never told us that his humans are in a band.” 

“Well they are pretty underground,” Dante said with an awkward chuckle. As he spoke Dylan sat next to him and got close. It made the inverted colored dalmatian feel…weird. He brushed it off as he kept speaking to the others. After a while that feeling eased and he was able to have fun. 

Eventually two of them disappeared for a bit. One came back with a bottle in their mouth and the other came with a stack of thin plastic bowls that could be thrown away. They were set down in between them all. Apparently they were going to have some drinks and asked Dante and Danny if they wanted any. 
 
“Well…” Dante stammered. 

“Yeah, sure,” Danny said, much to Dante’s shock. Dante couldn’t believe that Dylan would even be involved in something like this. But the goth presenting dalmatian watched as his bowl was filled and then he dipped his head down to drink from it, much to Dante’s increased shock. Was this really happening? Was he just dreaming all of this? What was Dylan thinking?!

Dylan wasn’t thinking because he wasn’t there. Right now he was Danny, and Danny saw no issue with trying the dog-friendly alcohol out. In fact he liked the taste of it and kept lapping it up. He noticed that Dante wasn’t having any but that didn’t bother him. He and the others had their fill and then one suggested they do some dancing. Danny was up for it and they all went to the dance floor to join the rave. 

Dante expected Dylan to the one tagging along but he was the one feeling out of his element and just trailing behind everyone else. He still didn’t know what was up with Dylan but he started to wonder if he should take a page out of his book and just cut loose too. Didn’t he want to finally get the experience that these kinds of parties offered? There was some leftover alcohol left so he poured himself a bowl and started to drink from it. He wasn’t a fan of the taste but finished his bowl off and went to join the others. 

When it happened exactly, Dante wasn’t sure but he started to feel really good. He wasn’t worried anymore. The music was good, the snacks were good, and hanging out with his friends and Dylan at the same time was good too. They had done a bunch of dancing and took a small rest. Talking somehow led into a game of spin the bottle in which the pairs would sit side by side. The bottle would be spun and whatever couple it landed on would kiss and then have their fun in their back. Danny and Dante agreed and as luck would have it the bottle pointed directly at them after the first spin. 

Though tipsy, Dante still had enough of his wits to realize that he needed to kiss his brother to keep up the illusion in front of his friends. While he asked himself if he could really do that, Dylan went ahead and pressed his mouth right to Dante’s. Leading into it, he pushed his tongue into the inverted dalmatian’s muzzle. Dante was shocked, groaning with wide eyes but then all of a sudden he was relaxing. The kiss was oddly…soothing. His eyes started to close a bit as he felt tingles running down his spine. 

The pair of dalmatians were getting more into it as everything else around them was fading into the background. Dante could feel the smooth and long canine tongue rubbing over his own. He never would have guessed that Dylan knew how to kiss, let alone that he would be so good at it. As best as he could, Dante was returning the kiss, grinding his own tongue against his brother’s. In return the kissing from Dylan got more aggressive; his tongue slid in deeper and it was moving more, sweeping the various surfaces of the inverted dalmatian’s mouth. 

Neither were paying attention to the other canines that were watching. Danny and Dante were already kissing for longer than they needed to. Their eyes were closed and their paws were starting to roam over each other. Even with the music playing from the nearby dancefloor, they could hear the couple’s moans and sucks. They were melting into each other, clearly becoming all the more enthralled with each other. Danny kept pushing into Dante and the makeout session was becoming more aggressive, he was the one leading again. Dante wound up being pinned against the wall they had both been leaning against. 

“Jeez, get a room, you two,” one of Dante’s friends said with a sly chuckle. The dalmatians pulled away from each other then. Dante was blushing furiously while Danny just had a small sly smile on his face. 

“Yeah, I think a room is exactly what we need. Can you point us in the direction?” Danny asked. Dante went wide eyed again. When the location was given, Danny was leading Dante away. 

“Uh, Dylan… What are we doing?” Dante dared to ask. 

“We’re just gonna have some fun.” The other canine kept walking without looking back, leading him and Dante to the back of the warehouse where old boxes and other things were stored. As they weaved through the stacked objects, the two could hear and see other couples having their fun. 

“Seriously, Dylan. I think maybe it’s about time we call it a night,” Dante said as he was starting to feel nervous. 

“But the night’s just getting started.” 

“But, Dylan-” 

All of a sudden the other dalmatian turned around and shoved Dante against one of the boxes. Dante found himself pinned and face to face with his brother. “Dylan’s not here right now. You’re here with Danny and Danny wants to have some more fun.” 

“W-What kind of fun?” Dante asked despite the weird feeling of unease that was welling up from his center. Danny chuckled as he took hold of Dante’s paw. He guided it down and Dante gasped as he felt a warm and pulsing pointy thing against his pawpad. Daring to look down he could see that it was indeed Danny’s cocktip. It was poking out of the other dalmatian’s sheath. He could have pulled his paw away but Dante kept it there and he even started to rub at the tip, making Danny groan. 

“Fun with your boyfriend,” Danny eventually answered. “It has been a long time since we’ve seen each other. So how about showing just how much you’ve missed me?” 

Dante would have stammered a response but Danny was using his paws to guide him down. Sitting back on his rump and spreading his legs, the black and white goth brought attention to his groin while easing Dante’s muzzle all the closer to it. “I know you know what to do. I’ve seen those magazines you hid away.” 

“Y-you have?!” Dante gulped. He naturally assumed that he was in trouble and braced himself for a lecture but instead his lips were pressed to the red tip that was sticking out from the sheath. 

“Let’s see how much you’ve learned,” Danny prompted. 

“Uh, okay…” Dante said. Of course there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that it wasn’t right. He was doing this with his brother… But Dylan-- No, Danny was okay with it. He was encouraging him to do it. Dante couldn’t deny his own building arousal. The inverted dalmatian had plenty of dreams and fantasies of having a sheath in front of his face but he never expected the real thing to play out like this… 

“Need some help?” Danny asked. 

Dante responded to this question by running his tongue over the sheath and tip. And then he did it again. This was his first time but he knew what to do thanks to the magazines. Lapping his tongue over the tip caused the rest of Danny’s length to come out from the sheath. Dante continued to lick at the inches that were coming free but at a certain point he stopped and started to just stare. 


Dante didn’t know what to expect and yet he was beyond stupefied by the amount of red rocket that his brother had. He hadn’t ever noticed, not intending to look at his sibling in that way. But even then the sheath itself was being stretched around the thickness that was sliding out. Long and fat, Danny had something that would look more natural on an older and bigger breed of dog. 

“Is it too much?” Danny asked. He didn’t sound nervous or embarrassed. Instead his voice was dripping with pride and confidence. 

Dante shook his head and he went back to licking the huge doghood. He ran his tongue across the length, moving his head upwards until he reached the tip. The dark red thing was pulsing against his tongue and when he got to the end a second time, Dante was given another surprise in the form of precum. He got a taste for it and found it better than he was expecting. A bit salty but he liked the warmth and texture. 

Danny started to moan, planting one paw against the wall to keep himself steady. Dante’s licks were sending shocks through him. His cock was pulsing even harder as he watched Dante run his tongue all over, even licking up his precum. The inverted dalmatian started out as the nervous one while Danny was confident and leading. But as he got more into it, Dante regained his confidence and he was willing to do more than just lick. 

It was his turn to take the other dalmatian by surprise and he did so by rising up and taking the tip of Danny’s length into his muzzle. He started off by sucking on it gently and Danny’s paw was on his head again, pushing him downwards some before guiding it into bobbing up and down. Dante did his best to handle the thickness while moving his tongue all over the solid flesh. Hearing Danny’s deeper moans was bringing him even more arousal in return, making his sheath swell a bit as his own rod was sliding out. 

His focus was kept on Danny’s cock as more of it was being pushed into his mouth. Danny was guiding his head down further and more inches were sliding over Dante’s tongue. The flavor of leaking precum kept his mouth watering and he licked with more fervor to collect all of the substance. A harder push came and Dante groaned when he felt his throat being penetrated and spread. 

Danny started to move his hips, pumping against the increased tightness of Dante’s windpipe, making the other canine gag and groan. Much thicker past the tip, Dante was having some trouble when it came to smoothly taking the other dalmatian’s length. Taking deep breaths through his nose, doing his best to relax, Dante managed to welcome more of it down his throat and in return Danny gave him louder moans, stronger pulses, and more precum that was sticking to the walls of his muzzle passage. 

As more precum was being spilled, Danny’s thrusts were becoming smoother and even more of his cock disappeared past Dante’s lips. The moans from him were turning into even deeper and more heated pants. On the receiving end of the big meaty flesh, Dante’s eyes were lidding and his muffled moans were head alongside Danny’s. As best as he could manage, his head was sliding down and up in time with Danny’s guiding paw. 

Things were speeding up, more precum was being spilled and swallowed. The two were more working in tandem, giving and receiving. Dante hadn’t realized that he had taken so much until he felt the heavy pulses down in the midsection of his throat. Just knowing it was in so deep; his body tensed and a rope of precum was spurt across to the dusty warehouse floor. Joining the first paw on his hand was the second one. Danny used them both to slide Dante’s mouth up and down harder and faster. Dante felt even more fat inches plunging their way down further, making him gag and shiver. 

“Oh your muzzle feels so good,” Danny muttered. “Keep licking and swallowing on it.” Dante did his best to do what he was told, drinking down the precum that was running warm down into his stomach. Having his mouth used like this was such a turn on for him. He imagined himself being the one in the more dominant position but having his throat stuffed full of dog cock felt oddly natural to him. 

“Here it comes! Get ready!” Danny growled as he thrust in a final time. His knot popped free and the size of it caused Dante to lose his stride. Danny did the rest for him, pushing the black dalmatian’s mouth all the way down to the throbbing bulb. The first spurt came hard and Dante felt the warmth blossoming from the load that splattered against the walls of his throat. He was stunned for a moment before swallowing, pulling it down into his stomach just like the precum. The taste of the rich load reached his tongue and the flavor made him moan and shake even more. Each swallow came with a squeeze on Danny’s member that made him grunt and huff. 

Once he was done, Danny let Dante go. The mouth was pulled from his shaft and they were both left gasping from the respective rush that they were feeling. 

“That was…a lot,” Dante said as he licked his lips. 

“Yeah, I guess it was,” Danny said in an even tone. He sat back fully, looking pretty relaxed but Dante started to shift, not just from his own unattended erection but Danny’s that was still fully hard, glistening from the mix of spit and cum. “Hmm… Wanna go another round?” 

“Y-yes!” Dante responded eagerly. 

“Ooohh… T-this wasn’t what I was expecting…” Dante panted. He was in a slightly dazed state, his face pressed against the wall as he felt the pleasure of Danny’s tongue running over his tailhole. It was already shiny from multiple layers of canine spit. The licks themselves were a bit rough and just enough pressure was applied to make his tailhole open up a bit. 

Danny was rimming his “boyfriend” in a rather casual manner but he was enjoying the other boy dog’s taste. Dylan wouldn’t have ever been so keen on running his tongue along someone else’s backside. But Danny felt himself becoming heated all over again from the hole’s winking and the whines that were coming from Dante. They became much louder when he started to sink past the rim without warning, sliding his way into the soft and warm tailhole. Dante felt his body lock up for a moment before the first licks to his insides came. 

Warmth was traveling through the whole of his body just as the pleasure was becoming much stronger. It was a kind that he hadn’t ever experienced before. As the tongue was reaching further, Dante was forced to react. Certain spots were being touched that made him jump or gasp and all of it was making his length throb and leak even more than before. His knot popped out and the whole thing was twitching in time with his racing heartbeat. 

As most of the other dalmatian’s tongue reached its way in, Dante was finding it a bit hard to keep himself upright and steady. Danny’s tongue was moving in all the right ways, touching all the right areas. It made him wonder if Dylan had done these kinds of things before. Either way the licks were becoming stronger at this point, sending stronger waves through Dante. As it continued pushing and exploring him, Dante could feel that his hole was becoming all the warmer and slicker from the abundance of saliva. 

Danny retrieved his oral appendage from the stretched hole and was quick to climb on top of Dante, getting himself in position and securing a grip with his front paws. He could feel Dante shivering beneath him. The other goth’s tail was already lifted, providing easy access to his freshly licked opening. 

“Ready?” Danny asked with a low and dominant tone. 

“R-Ready…” Dante confirmed with a nod and gulp. 

Dante bit his lip when the tip found its mark. Pushing its way in brought a mix of pain and pleasure with the latter being the stronger sensation. The penetration was slow but also smooth thanks to the rimming. Dante felt the pain easing and the pleasure was suddenly much stronger, leaving him moaning and already panting heatedly as the fat flesh was parting the walls of his tailhole. 

Every inch was being pushed into him; so hot, hard, and warm. When the knot was pressed firm to his hole, Dante realized that he had taken the whole thing. The heat from it and the throbs against his walls were causing the inverted dalmatian’s cock to throb and leak even more precum onto the floor. Danny pulled back and then started to hump into the other goth dalmatian, pumping his throbbing member against the spit-slathered surfaces. He was already going down to his knot, bumping it against the clenching rim repeatedly. 

The pair were moaning like the others that were tucked away in the corners of the warehouse’s abandoned stock. Danny was already going at a timed pace, rocking himself and Dante’s bodies when he pushed all the way in. The flesh’s thickness kept itself pressed firm to the plush walls. Dante had to press a paw against the wall to keep himself upright while the rest of his body was shaking from the increasing tingles. 

“Oh, Danny!” Dante exclaimed. “You feel so good!” 

“You do too,” the other dalmatian said as he kept at it. “Push back against me, babe.” 

Hearing ‘babe’ triggered something inside of Dante. He was quick to do as he was told, all but shoving his body back in time with Danny’s next incoming pump. This made the pleasure between them all the stronger. Keeping up with each other from then on they were both moving their bodies, working together to make the fat cock reach as deeply as possible. That spot inside of him, his prostate, was being touched firmly. Things got more intense when the thrusting became faster. Danny’s growl made him shake and that came before the black and white goth bit down on his scruff. 

“Aaahhh! Danny!!” Dante yelled out. He couldn’t take anymore and was undone when the thrust came. His bobbing shaft started spraying seed onto the ground and the wall, painting the surfaces with ropes of his sticky release. 

Danny started rutting even faster, encouraged by the hard clenches that came from Dante’s climax. Another firm shove came with his own orgasm but also the insertion of his fat knot. It popping in caused both to shout. Danny was growling and drooling against Dante’s scruff as he rode out his own high, pumping all of his loads into his boyfriend. He kept humping into the hole he was locked into, milking out as much as he could. 

“Danny…that was amazing,” Dante panted when it was all over. 

“Yeah, I know,” Danny responded with a nonchalant tone. 

Much later that night the two were leaving the party side by side. Dante wasn’t sure what to say. He knew that once this night was over, Danny would be gone and Dylan would be back. 

“Something wrong?” Danny asked. 

“Oh it’s just… I had a lot of fun tonight. And…I know I’m not gonna see you for a while,” Dante said. 

“Hmm, yeah. Gonna have to head out on the road again. But I’ll come back and when I do we can have some more fun,” Danny offered. 

“I’d like that,” Dante said as he pressed himself to Danny’s side. 

When Dante woke up the next morning Danny was gone and in his place was Dylan. The older dalmatian was back to making sure that things were on schedule and there were no messes being made. Dante smiled as he got up to get breakfast. He was already missing Danny but also knew that he wouldn’t ever be far away. While he couldn’t be certain, Dante had a feeling that he would be seeing Danny again soon…