Housepets Afterdark	
Chapter 3 part 1	

 The sun was lazily rising back to its spot on the sky, illuminating the Babylon Gardens with its bright, yellow rays. The morning stillness and quietness was disturbed only by the occasional chirp of a bird or two – and a pair of people digging around in rubble. Neither the wolf, nor the hound dog spoke a word, only quietly picking up the pieces of wood that used to form a dog house, filling the air with awkward silence.

 Daryl, the large grey wolf was still feeling sincerely sorry for what he had caused with his mate yesterday – and it was nothing else than the whole mess they were now cleaning up. Daisy, stuck in heat for quite some days now, was helping herself on this unfortunate spot, and the doghouse they thought empty wasn’t able to withstand the way in which the wolf helped her with her problem.

 It broke down, having the two fall right through it at the peak of their act, unwittingly almost crushing the two owners that were disturbed from their sleep. Luckily, both of them were okay – and since Daryl had agreed to build them a new, better house, they weren’t even mad about it. Squeak, the mouse and oddly enough Joey’s partner stayed at home, keeping Daisy company while she did the chores, while Joey decided to help with the new house, which is why he was standing right next to the wolf, picking the planks as well.
 He looked at the much bigger canine, surprised by the look in his face each time he saw him, he wasn’t expecting a wolf of his size to chew on his lower lip so much that it looked like he was soon going to bite it off. It was clear that he meant his apology and that he wasn’t going to build the new house just because he had nothing better to do, and it only made Joey like the guy more. He didn’t want this awkward situation to continue any longer, but the thing that he had on his mind probably wouldn’t help with the awkward part one bit – at least not in his case.

 Yet, he knew that this was exactly the right person to ask, and while the matter seemed awkward and delicate to him, the wolf was no doubt so experienced in that field that it seemed completely normal. Unable to stay quiet any longer, he took a deep breath and threw the piece of wood he was holding onto the pile, opening his mouth.

 “Um, Darryl—“ he started, but he already ran out of words. He had no idea how to put such a question, and it made him twitch nervously at the spot. The wolf looked at him and gave him a small smile, dragging the larger pieces of wood by himself. “Don’t worry, it will be done by tonight.” he reassured him, giving him a firm nod.

 “N-No, that’s not what I meant!” the hound dog defended himself, holding up his paws for a bit. He shook his head and took a breath again, looking into the yellow eyes of the wolf for a bit, before he realized that this wasn’t the smartest thing to do around the canines of his kind and shifted his gaze to the ground accordingly. “It’s about... uh… you and Daisy.” he then finally admitted, his cheeks growing a bit redder under his fur as he tried really hard to come up with the proper question that wouldn’t sound so blunt.

 “Hm? What about us?” Daryl asked, tilting his head slightly to the side in that questioning manner that just reminded him how similar they were, despite all their differences. He twitched at his question, realizing that he had no way of avoiding asking it.

 “Err, well, how… h-how do you do it?” he then asked quietly, his ears drooping a bit. To his surprise, the wolf didn’t laugh at him, but gave him a big grin instead. “Well, that’s easy. It comes naturally, really, you just stuff—“

 “N-No! That’s not what I meant!” Joey gasped, redder in his face than ever before. “I know how that works! But how about… y’know… puppies? Do you… uh… get them like, each time?” he then asked, finding it harder and harder to do so the further they went in the matter, his tongue stumbling over the sentence as if he was afraid he’d say something unacceptable. To his relief, Daryl kept his friendly posture, his grin retreating to a smaller smile, his expression growing a bit more serious.

 “Not at all. The female has to be in heat, which usually happens during the ‘mating season’, as we often call it.” he told him, the hound dog nodding and taking a while to take that in. They continued to work in silence for some more time, the sun continuously inching closer to the spot right above their heads. Time really flew by while they had meaningful things to do.

 “I don’t suppose you know if it’s the same with mice.” Joey then suddenly commented, more or less muttering that to himself as he didn’t really mean to ask that. The wolf stilled for a moment, his sharp eyes picking that up clearer than the hound dog would’ve liked. “Ah, so that’s why you asked.” Daryl said with a thoughtful expression, throwing one of the last pieces away onto the somewhat organised pile.

 “Well, it’s not like it matters, anyway. I mean, with the size differences between us two, it would be impossible even with the knowledge of how it works.” Joey sighed, staring at the empty place where they small house used to be. “How about you though, Daryl? Do you want puppies?” he then asked, facing the wolf.

 “Well… To be honest, yes, I’d love that. I’ve wanted puppies of my own ever since my brother Miles got his.” the large male admitted, a small smile growing on his face as he spoke. “It might very well happen as well, because Daisy is in heat for quite some time now. And well, after what happened yesterday…” he trailed off and looked at the pile of the planks and rubble that they have collected, shaking his head. “But I haven’t talked with Daisy about it yet… I should do so really soon, but I don’t know how she’d react.” he then said and laughed. “I’m sorry to hear about you and Squeak though; I would help if I could. I’m sure Daisy would do the same.”

 Joey smiled sadly and nodded, looking up at the sky. It was almost noon already; it was just about time for them to go get lunch. “Don’t worry about it, there’s no way you could really help with that, or Daisy for that matter.” he said and sighed, taking one last look at the empty space. 

* * *
 Just as the two opened the door, the scent of freshly baked meat hit their noses. Breathing in, they both took in as much of the wonderful scent as they could, their maws already watering. “We’re back!” Daryl then announced, walking to the kitchen where the two females already waited for them with the lunch. The wolf walked over to his mate and gave the Labrador a tight hug, who gave him a smooch on his cheek in return.

 “What are we having?” he then asked, giving her a warm smile. “It smells great, I have to say that right now.” he added, Joey quickly nodding and agreeing with his friend. They both walked over to the table and took the seat, watching Daisy with expectation in their eyes.

 “Well, since some of us will be leaving after lunch, I’ve decided to do something a bit special.” she told them with a grin. “I made steaks.” she then said and smiled, setting empty plates in front of everyone, leaving one for herself as well. Squeak rested next to Joey again, she didn’t really need a plate of her own since she ate so little in comparison.

 “What? Who’s leaving?” the hound dog asked in confusion, looking at the Labrador confusedly, but when she just gave him a sneaky smile, he turned his gaze to the small mouse, hoping that she at least would give him some answers. She just laughed however and shook her head. “We’ll tell you after lunch.” she told him with a grin, seeming exceptionally cheerful, compared to the last few days.

 Joey looked at the other male, but he just gave him a resigned shrug. Sighing, he slowly nodded. “Okay, okay.” he agreed then, shifting his gaze back to Daisy who just set a bowl full of baked potatoes on the table, adding a plate with a small pile of steaks on it. “Take whatever you want.” she then said and took a seat as well, giving them an encouraging look.

 “Gladly.” the wolf said and grinned, putting a bit of everything on his plate in generous amounts. He wasn’t big for nothing; he ate a lot as well. Joey followed soon after, being much more timid in the amount of food, taking almost less than Daisy did right after him. She gave him a small pout, so he quickly added some more, as if he was afraid he might upset her if he didn’t eat much of the food she made herself.

 It turned out that the steaks not only smelled wonderful, but they tasted even better. Baked on the outside, yet with a raw touch in the middle, they were one of the best, if not the best, steaks they all ever had. “This is great!” Joey exclaimed after his first bite, giving Daisy a surprised look. She just gave him a wide grin and laughed. “Don’t underestimate my cooking skills, hon.” she told him, looking over at her mate who silently agreed with his friend by nodding and happily chewing on the meat. He had quite some experience with her cooking already, which was one of the reasons why he was looking forward to the lunch so much.

 They all ate in silence, the food disappearing surprisingly fast, despite of the seemingly huge amount it was presented with. Squeak had some tiny sized bites as well, though it was like nothing compared to what the others ate. With their minds relaxed and their bellies full, they all just leaned back in their seats and smiled, enjoying the calm feeling.

 “Anyway, to clear things up—“ Daisy then started, looking over them all, her yellow hues stopping at Joey and Daryl for a moment. “While you two were gone, we had a little talk.” she said, nodding to Squeak as to clarify who she meant. “She told me about the difficulties you and her are having, and while I can’t help directly, I know who might be able to do so.” she concluded, giving both the mouse and the hound dog a warm smile.

 “R-Really?” he asked, completely taken aback with that statement. He had already pretty much resigned on the whole matter based on his previous discussion with Daryl, and hearing Daisy’s words just stirred all his emotions again. The defeat was gently streaked with renewed hope, a bit of uncertainty slipping into the mix and twisting it all up.

 Daryl gave her a curious look, wondering who his mate might have in mind. Before he could ask though, the mouse decided to pick up where the dog left, resuming the explanation. “Apparently, a mysterious black cat by the name of Sabrina lives at the edge of the Babylon Gardens. We don’t really know much about her, but from what Daisy had heard, it is clear that she is no ordinary cat. She might have some unusual powers or something… And she might know a solution for our problem!”

 Joey blinked, his hope wavering a bit. This wasn’t really what he was expecting – someone they didn’t even really know, with no guarantee that she really was what the rumours made her out to be. Daryl had suddenly interrupted his line of thoughts though, to his surprise nodding at the words with a thoughtful look. “You’re right. The thing is that Sabrina doesn’t live alone. She’s supposedly a student of someone much more powerful than herself, so even if Sabrina won’t able to help us, I am sure her mentor will.”

 Daisy blinked, leaning a bit closer. “Us? But Daryl, you…” she started, but he lifted one of his large paws to shush her. “I am coming as well, sweetie. It’s a long walk to the edge of the Babylon Gardens, and who knows what might happen to you along the way. I’ll go as well to make sure everything goes as it should.” he told her, his tone set and certain, making it clear that he wasn’t about to discuss this matter, he was coming no matter what.
 The Labrador stirred in her seat for a bit, but she just smiled afterwards and nodded. “Okay then. After all, the more, the merrier, right?” she joked, everyone agreeing with her with a cheerful laugh. Joey got over his doubts as well and clung to the hope with everything he had, the mentor they mentioned sounded much more promising than what they had to offer before. His lips stretched in a warm smile as he looked at his partner, before setting his eyes back at Daisy.
 “So… When are we leaving?”

* * *
 To say that the journey was long would be an understatement. It was longer than anyone but Darryl had ever walked in one go, the wolf being used to such walks since his pack moved a lot. They walked for hours, and the reddening sun was already hiding behind the tips of the nearby trees when they took a turn, walking along a barely noticeable path. It was clear that it wasn’t used often, and if Daisy hadn’t turned, the others would’ve overlooked it completely.

 “Are you sure we aren’t lost?” Joey asked, his feet already sore. He wasn’t used to such long trips, he had spent most of his life at the same street playing games or hanging out with his equally weird, or in some cases even weirder, friends.

 “Yep, it can’t be far now.” the Labrador in the front reassured him, Daryl walking right next to her, while the rest followed behind. The large wolf looked like the most energetic one of them all, right next to Squeak who didn’t have to move an inch from the hound dog’s shoulder she was perched on the whole time.

 “It looks like the right place to me.” Daryl suddenly said, he kept silent throughout most of the journey, saving his breath. He then looked around at the complaining male and grinned. “I mean, if I was a mystic creature of sorts, I’d live somewhere farther off and hidden as well, to prevent people like you bothering me too often.” he teased, laughing.

 Joey muttered something in return and increased his pace, as if he was trying to prove that he would do anything it takes to get to their destination – or he was just trying to be faster than the wolf, which was a silly idea. Just as he had passed the large male in his stomping jog, the canine chuckled and ran right after him.

 “Bah, you are just like pups sometimes.” Daisy commented with a smile, pouting a bit and keeping to her relaxed walk. The house wasn’t going to run away from them, so she figured she could just as well take her time. And indeed, she didn’t even have to walk for long before she caught up to them both, both of the dogs standing in a surprised stupor.

 “What’s wrong? Did your legs rebel against you?” she joked, giving them a prod to their sides. Joey jumped a bit at the poke and rubbed the spot, Daryl just twitching a bit and giving her a small smile. “Nah. I think we found what we were looking for.” he corrected her, nodding his head in towards them.

 It was getting dark quickly, and if she wasn’t used to the darkness already, she wouldn’t probably even notice what he meant. The house that was hiding in the general direction of his nod was blending so well with its surroundings that if it wasn’t for the distinct lights in the windows, it would be almost invisible.

 Just as they all stared on the residence, the walls made out of wood and even the roof covered with leaves became more defined, as if the whole structure was plunging out of the shadows that were spilled all over it like the most efficient camouflage in the dark there was. What they saw now was an eerie looking house, the building seemingly adapted to its surroundings by itself as the wood used for the walls looked unexplainably alive, yet it was still made into planks. The illusion must’ve been caused by the small branches and roots wrapped all around it, seemingly connected to the wood itself. Yet, the windows were clearly made out of transparent glass, the white curtains behind of them making no effort at hiding the warm light coming from the inside, causing the whole place look strangely inviting.

 “Um… Let’s go knock on the door?” Daisy then offered, reclaiming her position of the leader of the party. She patted Joey on his back gently, pushing him out of his spaced out state. He shook his head and followed right behind, Daryl taking the rear, giving the path behind them one last look as if to make sure no one was following them here. A squirrel, hiding on one of the nearby trees gave him a confused look before it trotted off, obviously not used to such large creatures roaming this almost abandoned place.

 Daisy stepped right in front of the door, Joey almost pressed against her, his eyes almost glowing with curiosity and expectation. Daryl returned to them as well, watching as the Labrador lifted her paw to gently knock against the wood – but before she was even able to touch it, the door suddenly opened.

 “Welcome, visitors.” a cat standing in the doorstep right in front of them said with a warm smile residing her beautiful muzzle. Her fur was completely black and shiny like obsidian, her figure slender and majestic. She measured them all with her yellow eyes, which were the only two things distinct from the blackness on her body – apart from the yellow collar hugging her neck with a golden ankh charm dangling from it right above her chest.

 Joey almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden appearance, completely unprepared for something like that to happen. Daryl gave the cat a suspicious look and Daisy, a bit shaken as well took a careful step back. Sabrina, which was apparently the cat’s name, at least according to the rumours, just shook her head and giggled with a sweet, ringing tone.

 “Don’t look so surprised, I was expecting you.” she told them with a sly smile, taking a step back and leaving the doorstep empty. “Come on in, I’ve made tea.” she then told them, motioning them inside. Daisy gave her a hesitant smile in return, stepping in with the two males following quickly behind. The room they found themselves in looked surprisingly cosy. It had everything – a small kitchen in the corner, a comfy, yet a bit unusual looking sofa in the other one, a small wooden table in front of that with some candles that were the source of the inviting light. One of the walls was lined with bookshelves and the last one was quite empty, just with large, wooden doors right in the middle. The thing that stood out the most was right in the middle of the room though, a spherical shape resting on a chest-level stand, covered with itch black silk.

 “Come on, grab a seat. Don’t be shy.” the feline then told them with a grin, nudging them towards the sofa. It looked comfy from the distance already, but when they almost sunk in with their rears into the incredibly soft surface, they couldn’t hide the delight on their faces that the comfort derived. Joey looked especially happy, finally getting to rest his sore feet.

 Sabrina was already in her small kitchen, carrying a large plate with a pot and a set of mugs carefully settled on top of it back to her visitors, her motions graceful and gentle making her walking look almost like an art. She carefully set the tray on the table and started to pour hot water over the leaves nestled at the bottom of each mug, the distinct smell of green tea soon filling the air.

 “How… How did you know we were coming, anyway?” Joey then asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he watched her fill the mugs. She just flashed him a grin and laughed in her sweet, cheerful fashion in response, filling up the last cup. They noticed that there was five of them, but no one dared to ask for who the extra one was. Just as she was taking the pot back to the kitchen, a gentle, yet clearly audible ring carried itself through the room. Sabrina smiled, taking the signal in mind and setting that pot back to where she took it from, giving them all one last wink.

 “I’ll explain everything once my mistress is finished.” she told them with a nod, moving to the large wooden door and opening them a little. “Make yourselves at home while I’m gone, I’ll be back in a bit.” she then promised, before her gentle frame slipped behind the wood and the door closed behind her with a silent click.  The dogs and the mouse all looked at each other, their expressions best described as the mix of happiness and confusion. They just waited in silence for their tea to get to the drinkable temperature, the hot liquid steaming columns of the delightful scent.

 Eventually, Daisy just couldn’t sit and wait anymore, and after a bit of struggling, she managed to get up from the incredibly soft sofa. Daryl gave her a questioning look, but she just leaned closer and smooched him right on his cheek, smiling. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll just take a quick look around here.” she explained, walking around the room. Despite what it looked at first, it was surprisingly large. The bookshelves had cabinets which she didn’t dare to open between them; though she was sure she somehow missed those before. There were a lot of things in this one room already, and it was clear that the residence continued much further, the rest sealed off behind those large doors. After completing a circle around the cosy room, her eyes rested on the bulging sphere resting under the black sheet. She couldn’t help but wonder what was hidden under the cloth, after all, being in the middle of the room earned it the first place on the list of interesting things in the strange house.

 Gingerly, she took the corner of the silk between her fingers, giving it a gentle tug. Providing no resistance, the cloth slipped along the slick surface of the object hidden beneath, falling off and revealing a large, perfectly round crystal sphere. Letting out a surprised gasp, she looked at the perfectly polished gemstone, watching her bulged out and deformed reflection giving her a confused and surprised look. Snickering at how she looked in the sphere, she admired the precious prettiness. She was almost about to cover it up again, not wanting to be rude, but then her reflection disappeared and clouds of mist started to appear within the clear crystal.

 Intrigued, she fixated her yellow hues on the centre of the ball, the cloud twisting around, going from the snow white to flickering silver! And as if that wasn’t enough, the odd, twisting shapes within started to change colours even further, until what she was looking at was a lifelike, just smaller picture of Fox. It seemed like he was trapped inside of the ball… along with his whole house, because he was just walking over to his own door, opening them moments after. She couldn’t hear what was going on over there, but to her surprise, his visitor was King!

 What was he doing in the husky’s house? She couldn’t it but guess that it had something to do with what happened yesterday at Sasha’s place. King was probably confused about himself considering what he went through that evening, and judging by Fox’s big smile, he was more than happy to see him come. Not saying a word, she just stared intently at what was going on in the crystal sphere, completely forgetting about her surroundings.

* * *
 “Ah, King! I was hoping you’d come.” the husky said with a pleased, bright smile, letting the male in. He closed the door behind him and turned around to face the corgi, looking the dog he secretly liked so much up and down. He just simply couldn’t get enough of his gorgeous body, and having him so close and in his own house made him all excited. So excited that he had to grab a firm hold of himself, so he wouldn’t do something too hasty. 

 “Hi, Fox.” the canine replied, a small, a little bit shy smile on his muzzle. He felt really awkward about visiting his friend like this, especially due to the reason for his visit. He didn’t even have the time to say anything more and Fox was already walking to the living room, taking his friend’s unusual behaviour as something completely normal.

 “You’re here because of yesterday, right?” the husky then asked with a hopeful look on his face, King’s defences suffering another hit as he was seen right through. Twitching, he tried to hide the growing blush on his face that the husky found so adorable, looking away and feeling ashamed for himself. His mind told him that he shouldn’t be blushing like that in front of another male, but then again, his mind also told him that he shouldn’t be enjoying what he liked so much yesterday either. To say that the corgi was confused wouldn’t quite describe his situation, because he was… curious as well.

 “T-That’s… “ he started to reply to his friend, before he bit onto his lower lip and shook his head, his muzzle more relaxed when he spoke again. “That’s right.” He looked around the room briefly, this being the first time he had ever been in Fox’s house, who still had his eyes just for him. He then suddenly moved as if breaking free of his trance, giving King a bright smile.

 “Well, take a seat.” he said, sitting down on his sofa, waiting for the corgi to take the place next to him. He purposefully sat in a way that gave the canine no choice but to take the seat right next to him, leaving him no space to scoot away to. Hesitantly, King sat where the husky wanted him and immediately wiggled in his spot a bit, feeling a bit fuzzy in his stomach for a reason unknown to him. He spent most of the day thinking about what happened at Sasha’s house, trying to deny how he felt about being tied by his friend. It was embarrassing for him to admit, but he liked it—and the only way to be absolutely sure was to expose himself to the male again, however hard that was for him.

  “I’m sorry for intruding like this…” he started, carefully searching for words. “…but I wasn’t able to stop thinking about yesterday. To be honest, you surprised me back then. I’ve never thought such things possible, and naturally, I’ve always taken them as wrong. I am straight, and I like women. If I wasn’t so caught up in the situation, I would surely disagree with what we did later on…” he said quietly, heaving a sigh and giving the husky a puzzled look. “The thing is… After yesterday, I am not so sure of my orientation anymore.” he then admitted, his ears drooping a bit as he was confused by himself alone.

 Fox just gave him a smile and leaned closer a bit, wrapping his arms around the male in a gentle, friendly hug. The corgi twitched a bit at the sign of affection, but he didn’t resist. He just wasn’t used to all this… And he wasn’t sure if liking them anyway was the right thing to do. Resigning at the nagging thoughts, he just leaned back against the handsome husky, waiting for what he had to say; his stomach decided to tie knots on itself meanwhile, making him feel all funny.

  “I know exactly how you feel, man.” his friend told him with a laugh, holding him close to himself in that gentle hug. “I was going through that stage quite some time ago. I’ve tried to resist and hide my feelings, thinking that I was just confused and wrong… But you know what? Yesterday, I just thought “Screw it!” and went all out. And it felt nice… More than nice, actually.” he continued, grinning from ear to ear.

 King chuckled nervously, shaking his head gently. “Well, I liked how it felt, I can’t deny that now, even if I’d like to.” he said, before he stopped and frowned a little bit. “Don’t ask me why, morals probably…” he then added, shaking his head. The more he said, and the more time he spent in that close embrace with such a lovely person, the less he trusted his odd beliefs. So what he liked another male? Anyone who would have a problem with that could go to hell for all he cared… And besides, it didn’t mean he’d like only men either, so it surely wasn’t that bad…

 Fox just watched the other male intently, his hues, just a slightly darker shade of blue than his, fixated on his adorable face. He couldn’t help it but smile as he saw the corgi thinking intently about the whole matter, the resolve in his face slowly enough winning over the confusion. As if to cheer him on, the husky leaned closer and nudged his cheek with his cold snout, the male just giving him a small smile and a look instead of flinching and wiggling away as he would expect him to just a day before.

 “Well, the only way to find out…” he started, a grin showing on his muzzle as it was still just mere millimetres away from the other’s face. “…is to try it again, don’t you think?” he finished in a low voice, a quiet murr rumbling through his throat as the heat between his legs noticeably grew just from the sole thought… just as it did before from the hug alone. And after letting his gaze slip down between the corgi’s legs as well, the swollen, hard and proudly standing shaft was a clear sign that he was contemplating that very thought as well.

 “Uh… That’s… That’s true.” King admitted, the blush signalling just how awkward he felt noticeably intensifying again. He then looked into the husky’s darker eyes, holding them for a moment. “I don’t really know what to do though.” he then admitted with a shy smile, tilting his head a bit.

 The husky, unable to resist, leaned closer once more and flicked his tongue across the male’s cheek, only causing the redness under that fur to increase. Chuckling, he gave the corgi a squeeze in the hug, thinking how his friend was quickly growing to be something much more. It was amazing. “That’s okay. You just bend over and enjoy. I’ll take care of the rest.” he said sweetly, grinning wide at the canine.

 He just blinked at him for a moment, before he nodded and slipped out of the hug. He moved to the side of the sofa and bent over, much like he did yesterday, even lifting his tail out of the way this time. The husky stood up as well and stuffed a tip of his finger into his mouth, making sure to soak it in saliva the best he could on his way. Giving it one last lick, he leaned forward to that inviting butt of the male, rubbing the wet finger against his tight hole.

 King shuddered at the touch, his body surprisingly much more willing now that he had experience with it. He let out a groan as the tip of the digit slipped inside, smearing the saliva all around to make sure there would be least friction possible. What he couldn’t manage with saliva would surely be accomplished by the generous amount of pre dripping from the tip of his eager cock, sliding down the stone hard shaft.

 After a bit more of wiggling and twisting, he pulled that finger out, positioning his hands on the corgi’s butt cheeks. “Ready?” he asked him with a grin, giving him a gentle squeeze. The male just gave him a groan in response and waved his tail a bit, which the husky interpreted as agreement. Moving a bit closer, he pressed the tip of his pulsing shaft against the tight hole, slowly increasing the pressure, until the tip slipped into that tunnel. The corgi gasped, letting out a moan as the shaft slid further, stretching out the walls that weren’t used to such conditions to such an extent that they squeezed on the meat tight in an attempt to push it out again.

 “Just relax.” the husky told him, stopping until the clenching stopped again, the muscles around his cock slowly relaxing again. Huffing, the male on the couch twitched a little bit, groaning some more as the stretching and throbbing meat advanced further once more, until it was safely wedged inside of him to the point that their balls met, the husky’s hips pressing against the rump.

 “Oh God… Fox… Yes, ngh…” the male on the receiving end babbled in pleasure, his decision about liking this or not clearer than his own pleasure clouded mind. The dog on top didn’t stay quiet either, groaning and murring in both lust and passion, slowly enough beginning to pull out of that narrow rump, his motion gentle and delicate, filled with affection even in such an act. Just as the throbbing, almost ludicrously thick meat was almost out, stuck in only with its canine tip, Fox began to push in once more, this time being a bit faster than before.

 Just as he fully sunk himself in once more, he repeated the whole process, slowly enough maintaining a gentle and pleasuring pace, pulling out and thrusting back in in shortening intervals, putting more strength behind each following push that he performed. The room was soon filled with their pleased groans and other sounds of passion, the two on the couch slipping into their shared moment completely, ignoring the whole world around them. The husky just kept going faster and stronger, leaving King groaning and moaning louder with each thud, squeezing onto the cushions in front of him as the unusual, incredible feeling filled his mind and body.

 It didn’t take much longer and the constant tight squeezes the thick shaft received was simply too much for the husky to bear. With a loud groan and a little bit of a growl mixed into it, he slammed himself in with everything he got, his heavy balls starting to pump wave after wave of his thick, canine seed into the male, the knot following soon after as it thickened the cock in the base and locked them both in place, ensuring that the liquids had nowhere else to go.

 Filled to the brim, King groaned wildly and squirmed all around the couch, his own shaft exploding with generous amounts of the white, sticky substance, coating the couch in a puddle of semen under himself, the male smearing it all over his belly and the couch with his motions. Gasping for air, he got himself up from the sofa and the sticky mess, each motion causing him to groan a bit more, the knot was really thick.

 He turned around and gave Fox a wide smile, not even having to say a word as his expression did it for him. He was sure about himself already… about himself and Fox even. The husky, delighted to see that, wasted no time and pressed his lips right against the corgi’s, taking the male off guard and sharing a deep kiss with him before he could even realize what was going on. When he did though, he just shrugged and laughed into it, kissing with an affectionate intention of his own. They both then managed to somehow walk their way to the couch, lying down onto it, Fox playing the big spoon and wrapping his arms around King in a tight and loving embrace.