Mile after mile passed. The highway was dead at this time of night. The rolled down window let the sound of road noise and a warm breeze roll through the car's interior. These were both working their way towards lulling the driver towards a very untimely nap. He could sense it was time to stop for a while and stretch, maybe grab a coffee.  

   A few minutes, miles, and one right turn later he was at the rest stop.  Parking next to the main building of snack machines and bathrooms, the driver hopped out of his car. Hop may have been an understatement...half fell is closer to the truth. The driver had a hard time managing things made for full size people. 

 Kizgin was a short guy. That too would probably count as an understatement. Standing at only a whisker over three feet, he was often mistaken for an unaccompanied child. This had been the bane of his existence whenever he went out. Shopping, getting gas, even trying to get seated at a restaurant usually ended in a lot of awkward apologies and more than a few blank stares after his voice arrived at the ears of what ever cooing baby talker was addressing him.  

  He was a canine, mostly of Norwegian ancestor, though there was a small bit of Turkish decent somewhere back down the generations. Norbottenspets was what it said on his birth certificate so he just went with that. His family had always told him his ancestors were great warriors but he could only imagine how that could be possible with such small stature. Most of his life he had wished to be taller, stronger. When middle school came and all of his friends started growing and stayed small you couldn't of encountered anyone more let down and angst ridden.  It was only thanks to the power of books that he was able to function normally and combat the depression that came with losing friendships and being labled "weird".  It was a life lesson, and Kizgin learned it early and well. It ended up being just fine, as he met a life long friend in a female mouse named Matilda. Together they braved the world of being small in a very big middle school. And then High school came and Matilda grew a bit in different ways. The mouse had developed rather large breasts and much wider hips, giving her alot more attention than she had ever wanted. Kizgin aided her would be suitors by acting as her stand in boyfriend. Although anyone with half a brain could tell by the way the boy walked and talked that he probably didn't have much interest at all in his "girlfriend".  

  Picking himself up with a gruff grumble from the pavement, wiping his paws over his vest and dress shirt, giving his khakis a tug at the belt, the small dog could hear his phone ringing from his center console. 
 "Huff...and I just got out, damn it." Kizgin clambered back up the seat and retrieved his device.  "Yeah?", he quickly exclaimed to whoever had caused him to climb his seat once more. 
 "Well hello to you too!" an equally annoyed familiar feminine voice. 
 "OH, sorry Tilly. I just had to mount an expedition to answer. Left the phone in the car again." 
"Expedition? I thought you drove a Smart Car?", giggles could be heard. 
"Ha....ha. The hilarity. Anyway, I'm still on the road, just stopped off for a stretch at a rest station off Route 9. I should get into town before midnight." 
"Alright, Kizzy. Don't forget the wine this time. You owe me after you drank two of mine last year. Or was it three?  Remind me, how many did it take before you were hitting on that Zebra guy?" 
"...", he couldn't believe she brought it up already.
"You there?" 
"Yes, bitch. And please never bring up the Zebra again. Five bottles!  Would that be enough alcohol to make you forget that piece of Kiz trivia?" 
"Was it really that bad? I thought it was cute, hanging on his arm and asking him how tall he was. How did that end again?" giggling intensifies.
"Don't fucking say it!" 
"YOU PANTS'D HIM AND HE RAN! HAHAHAHAH!" 
"Huff...you...cunt."  
"Love you too, honey, see ya soon!"  

Kizgin tossed his phone back on the seat and fought off the blush spreading across his face. It's not like he was like that all the time. It was just the one time. Sort of. Okay he may tend to get a bit paws on when the wine flowed. Of course she didn't know he looked him up to apologize the next day, and what that turned into. His mind wandered to the thick thighs and heavenly scent of the zebra's body when it was pressed against him.  
 Shaking off the perverted thoughts, he locked up the car and made his way into the small building. Once inside the usual sights and smells began their sensory assault. A few flickering light fixtures, the scent of stale chips and spilled soda. The only change machine was out of order, or course, and the snack machine's dollar slot had a hand written note over it reading "Change Only!".  
 "Wonderful. Guess I'm sticking to my diet after all." The dog gazed downward at his more than slight paunch. Sighing and adjusting his glasses he moves to the drinks machine and purchases a few bottles of water, one for the road and one for the next morning which he would surely thank himself for later. Setting the bottles down behind the machine, Kizgin makes his way to the Men's room. 

 The creaking pull door gave way to a small semi foul smelling room. White walls with off green tiled floors making it seem even less appealing to enter, two of the four overhead florescent lights blinking out of time with one another. Padding over to the urinals, the dog stops in his tracks. Of course, he'd have to use the child size.  
 "Huff."  
Standing and beginning to relieve his bladder, Kiz became lost in thought for a moment. Letting his mind wander back to that night, the zebra's jockstrap wadded up in his mouth, how impossibly full he felt as the powerful legs behind him drove deeper and deeper. His rather small member began to awaken in his grasp. Slight tail wags. His stream had run out a few seconds ago and he remains standing at the short urinal, closing his eyes the dog thinks for a moment how dead the road was. He probably could. Maybe, if he was quick. 

 He didn't get the chance as the door creaked open suddenly, shocking the canine into a statue. A moment passes with the sound of shuffling feet and the running of a sink. He couldn't move. Frozen in place, brain not working past the thought of "oh shit oh shit oh shit". A gruff voice pierced the stale air. 
"Kinda young to be out this late, aren't ya lil' guy?"  

 With a strange surge of anger that took him off guard, Kizgin whirled around. 
"I AM THIRTY THREE YEARS OLD, ASSHOLE AND...", the dog realized his error and quickly spun back around. He had just shown committed public indecency. And the victim of the crime looked mean.

 Behind him stood a very large and intimidatingly built Rottweiler. Torn faded jeans and black leather jacket and no shirt, this didn't look like the kind of guy you want to piss off. Shock set in once more, the smaller male began shaking while trying in vein to tuck his small erection away. Again the voice, softer now, broke the silence. 
"Do that again." 
Kizgin blinked a few times, not sure he heard the other male right. 
"W..wha...I" 
"I said, 'Do..it..again', little man." the gruff edge returned. 
"B...but..I'm just..." Kizgin stammered and tried to stop shaking. 
Footfalls behind him announced the incoming male. Suddenly, the small dog was off the ground. Effortlessly, the large man walked to the far stall, kicked in the door and sat his distressed cargo onto the seat. Looking through his paws thinking a punch was coming, Kizgin noticed an odd look on the Rott's face. A large grin looked back at him. He quietly addressed the scared canine. 
"Look at that...where'd all that fire go? Huh? I was worried for a minute there, thought you might beat me up...maybe worse!", a sinister chuckle escaped his muzzle. 
"I..I...I..." 
 "Shhh...shhhhhh. Don't say it, I know...you came here for this. Just get to it and then you can go." the Rott was now openly groping a rather sizeable bulge in his jeans. Now this close, Kizgin could smell the strong musk emanating from the outline. Paws moving away from his face, the dog goes for his phone, realizing instantly he had left it in the car. The big guy noticed this and reasures him. "Oh, no phone?  That's okay lil' guy...I've got one." 
The Rott pulls out his phone and after a few taps, a bright light half blinds the Norrby dog. He'd activated his camera. "Now, get to it...go on. Get that big fuckin' cock." 
 Kizgin whimpered and bit his bottom lip...shaky paws reaching out for the big males belt, missing the leather a few times before starting to unbuckle. 
 "Aww...are your itty bitty pawsies not big enough to work big boy clothes?" 
 The little dog looks up with welling eyes, being blinded once more by the camera light. He finds his voice. 
"T...turn it off...please?" 
 "Turn it off?!? Fuck no, you're gonna be a star. Mmmpphh...you're takin' too long." the Rott man roughly shoves Kizgin back against the tank and quickly unbuttons and drops his pants. No underwear. Just one of the thickest dicks that Kiz had ever been in the same room with. The musk was now assaulting his sensitive nose, turning his body against him. The Rott's exceptionally red tip was issuing droplets of hot precum, dripping all over the Norrby's kahki's. The sight of it was waking up Kizgin's own member, growing out his still open fly to the open mocking of the large male. "HAHA! Oh damn, it really is that small. Wasn't sure, I saw it so fast, but wow man. Do you even qualify as a man? Maybe I should call you Sissy?" 
The small dog had begun to tune out the verbal assault, all his attention now fixated on that unbelievable specimen of man in front of him. Just inches from his face, the heat coming off the male's sex was warming his lips. He knew what was happening, he knew this wasn't right, he knew that he should scream or run or try to fight...but he also knew he wanted that cock. Bad. Now.  Giving into his baser instincts, Kizgin uses both paws to grab the male. His left going down to feel and cradle the Rott's massive balls, massaging them, while his right grasps the base of the man's shaft giving it a gentle series of pumps sending more droplets of precum landing on his vest. 
"Mmmphh...there ya go Sissy, get that dick. Give it a taste." 
His small tongue starts it's long journey from the tip of the head, lapping up the man's juices, as it travels down one side, savoring the taste while he licks down the underside all the way to his pawful of one testicle. He couldn't help making girlish whines and loud lapping sounds as he continued to slobber all over the Rott's cock. Greedily, the Norrby stuffs as much as he could in his muzzle. Not surprisingly he could only manage the first two inches. His small mouth not able to stretch any larger, not for lack of trying. Still, the dog made full use of his paws, using both to roughly pump the Rott's shaft while flicking his tongue quickly across his glans, drinking every drop of salty pre. Kizgin's muzzle suddenly becomes empty, as do his paws. Blinking and looking up to the big dog the little male gave another whimper. 
 "Ahhh...damn Sissy, you sure like my dick don'tchya? Don't wanna cum that fast, I got another idea. Why don't you take those lil' panties off. Oh, forget it, I'll do it for ya." With that the Rott puts his phone in his jacket and roughly tugs off the Norrby's pants, ripping his jockey shorts in the process. Pulling him off the toilet the Rott holds him up for a moment as he kicks his jeans on the floor and sits down, putting the Norrby in his lap. Kizgin looked down to see the Rott's massive erection between his legs, pushing his own shamefully miniature dicklet aside. "Hehheh, look at that Sissy. Ever seen a real cock when you look down there? I bet not. Look at it...look at how small you are...tiny lil' useless man. I bet you.." The Rott quieted himself as he heard the bathroom door creak once again. 
"Okay okay, just meet me back at the van. And don't buy every snack in the machines this time!" the voices owner was walking toward the stalls. The door to the stall was completely forgotten by the Rott and now stood only half closed. In their current position there wouldn't be time to gain privacy. A large paw pressed the door inward. "Oh..sorry I..." 

 Both males remained motionless at the entry of the third male. The one to break the silence was the least expected, Kizgin meekly raised his voice. 
 "B...Baxter?"  
"Kiz? What are..", the Zebra began but the small dog saw his chance and took it. Quickly, he spun on the Rott and gave him the hardest head butt he could muster, cracking the large male's nose snapping his head back. Looking back at his friend with the best accidental timing ever known, he shouts. 
"FUCKING HELP ME!"
The zebra sprints forward and pins the still shocked Rott against the seat while Kizgin used his cubscout training to quickly tie the Rott's belt around his forearms. He gave Baxter a quick hug around his midsection before catching his breath. The Rott now tied up and looking frantic began shouting. 
"WHAT THE FUCK..FUCKING BITCH...YOU'RE GONNA GET IT NOW SISSY..YOU JUST FUCKING WAIT..I'M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD...YOU TOO STRIPES...GONNA...FUCKING..." 
Kizgin finds his ripped jockey shorts and roughly stuffs them into the raving Rott's muzzle. "You're going to be be fucking quiet.  Bax, this asshole was getting a little too friendly. You feel like helping me teach Mr.Big Dog here a lesson?" 
 "What did you have in mind, pup? Wanna leave him here with his clothes in the next county?", Baxter continued to hold the struggling Rott, his years of Crossfit and weight lifting was proving more than the big dog was used to fighting against. 
"Oh...", the small dog had an evil look come across his face, making eye contact with the Rott, "I've got another idea. Pin him chest down on the bowl." 
The Norrby got out of the way as his large friend maneuvered the dog around to the requested position. The large dog's bobbed tail gave no cover to his pink winking tailhole. Kiz didn't wait long to start pulling down Baxter's track pants, noticing briefly he was wearing the same jockstrap. "Mmpphh..fucking love those." Kizgin pulled his attention away to the front and let his paws begin to massage and pull at the equine's sheath. "I want you hard, you're gonna give this piece of shit a night to remember." Baxter looked surprised, but didn't say anything in protest, simply keeping the Rott in place as the small dog pulled the jockstrap fabric to the side, letting all of the zebra spill out into the cool bathroom air. 
 Taking the time to administer a few licks and kisses across Baxter's tip, the little dog watched as the zebra grew to full mast, an impressive sigh, just short of the Rott's own. Kiz turned to the Rott's bottom leaning down to get just above his exposed rump, he cleared his throat and spat directly on his puckering hole. That got quite the reaction from the big male, he struggled valiantly against the zebra's grip, but couldn't get free, wailing through the small dog's jockeys in his mouth. 
"Alright big boy, we're gonna take that ass on a ride. First my little dick, then my big horse-dicked friend here. If you struggle less you may end up enjoying it, either way, I don't really care...I know you wouldn't have shown me any mercy. I would say something about learning a lesson...but I don't give a shit what happens to you after this, you'll just be one more asshole who thought he was big enough to fuck whatever he wanted...but ended up fucked." With that Kiz stroked his fully engorged three inches and began to rub it against the Rott's backdoor, teasing his intentions. 
"You're really gonna do it? Fuck, this is kinda hot...alright I'm next." Baxter's excitement was very apparent, his cock pulsing and beginning to drip on to the Rott's back. Kizgin's paw wiped a large glob of his friends precum from his partially flared tip, smearing it across the Rott's backside. With out another thought the Norrby pressed himself past the large male's ring.  Sinking slowly down to the hilt, the little dog lets out a contented sigh. The warmth of the big dog's butt pulling his tiny cock inside, seeming to hold it in place with its tightness. Kiz could feel a few jets of his own pre beginning to coat the insides of the big male. He felt the Rott's body begin to convulse lightly, then a bit more, Kizgin realized the bastard was laughing. Face reddening, the small dog pulled himself free of the Rott's ass, cock dripping abit on to the off green tile. 
 "Think it's funny huh?  Little doggy humping you? I'd imagine if you could talk you'd say something like, 'Is it in yet? Hur hur dur!' Well, don't you worry, honey...It's my buddy's turn at bat now." Kizgin takes his Zebra friends shaft in his grasp and pulls him over behind the other dog. Pressing the tip against the now semi lubed tailhole. "You ready? I hope not." 

 Baxter couldn't hold himself back any longer, pressing forward while Kiz guided his cock downward, they both struggled for a moment to gain access as the Rott began making a lot more noise than before, making frantic rocks with his shoulders. With all of his strength the big dog tried to push back against the Zebra and knock him back, but a gross miscalculation caused the equine's cock to breach the Rott's ass. Baxter let out a loud sigh as he felt the man's insides stretch and pulse around the three inches that had gained entrance.  
"Ahhhh fuck...it's in! He's tight too, at least he used to be. Heh." Baxter gave a little grunt as he started to fuck the Rott in earnest, building up a nice even pace, getting another inch inside every few seconds until with one hard push the zeb's balls came to rest atop the Rott's own. "Damn, I bottomed out. I thought you were the only guy who could take all of me, Kizzy." 
"Pfffttt, this doesn't count. And who said you could stop!", Kizgin slapped the zebra's ass, giving himself another idea. Baxter slowly drew back his cock before plunging it deeply inside once more, picking up speed he continued his onslaught against the Rott's tailhole. The Norrby licked his chops as he positioned himself behind his friend and with one paw pulling apart the Zeb's cheeks, gave the donut shaped ring a deep kiss, his little tongue snaking its way inside as his other paw stroked his now very leaky cocklet. 
"Oh fuck, gonna cum...gonna...ahhh...", the zebra let out a loud deep grunt as he shot deep inside the Rott's ass, so much spilling out the dog felt like was about to burst. The Rott's muffled yells suddenly turned to muffled moans, feeling so much cum sloshing around inside of him, his cock betraying him, the thought of that huge dick at its limit in his tailhole sent him over the edge, his seed spilling out all over the tiling and making a shameful pool underneath him. Baxter pulled out from the know wrecked Rott tailhole, the bulk of his gargantuan load spilling out quickly after, mixing into a sizeable cumpuddle on the floor between them.  He catches his breath, feeling the Norrby still chowing down on his rump. "Huff...huff...well Kiz, you gonna...huff...cum inside him too?"  
 Kizgin stops his rimming as another idea strikes him. He wipes his mouth off with the back of his sleeve. 
"You got your phone on you?" 
"Uh..yeah. Why?" 
 "I want you to record this. Just do it, don't ask." 
"O...kay?" Baxter did as he was told and quickly fished the phone from his pocket, turning on the camera and nodding to Kiz. The small dog motioned to film from a lower angle and tapped the Rott on the shoulder. Just as the big dog turned his head, Kizgin pumped his shaft as hard as he could and blasted a thick trail of cum right across his nose and muzzle, subsequent ribbons landing on his neck and headfur, a single drop seemingly dangling on it's own from the tip of one ear. The little dog looked very pleased with himself as he turned around and made the paw across the neck sign for "cut". 
 "Woooo...alright. That's a keeper.", Kizgin motioned for Baxter to let the Rottweiler up. Baxter reluctantly did as he was instructed. Instantly the Rott was up and whirled around to face the two of them, murder in his eyes. "Just a second pup...now we both have some juicy videos don't we? Wanna see how many places we can upload your gaping asshole and cum covered face? Then go ahead and try something. Otherwise, you sit down...and be a good boy." 
The Rott's gaze narrowed and a solid ten seconds passed before he finally sat down. The two friends exchanged a triumphant look and got dressed. As the door creeked open the Rott stayed seated. He had to be a good boy...for now.