Ray and Rottie


The mist rolled off his sleek fur in droplets, never truly soaking in. Like he was made for this weather.


His parents came to the Washington coast from Australia, and most other kids his age, even fresh in highschool,  thinks he came from some kind of deserted wasteland, not knowing how cool some of the more southern wetlands can be. The truth is he naturally took to the damp, misty chill wonderfully. It’s not just the oily fur or the leathery bill jutting from his face that set him apart from a lot of kids his age. And lots of kids his age, especially right on the northwest coast wore spandex blend sweaters and hoodies. He was a thinker. Entire worlds play out in his head, some imagination rich and elaborate way to chew on the problems of daily life.


Tonight was one of those nights. Not a simple problem like school girl problem, or even bullies really- despite that being an ongoing problem in general. A more complicated problem. How was he going to afford a bus ticket to a sci fi convention, when his parents affording the apartment they were in was questionable as it was? SHOULD he even try to save up for a thing when he could be helping at home?

His feet carried him almost on pure instinct over damp, mossy concrete from hazy, glowing streetlamp to streetlamp, freeing his mind to turnover such complicated logistical and philosophical problems in his head. So lost in his problems that he’d never notice a mugger or gangster stalking him.


And he was being stalked.


Thankfully, his stalker had no intention of hurting the child. He carried no knife, he wasn’t armed in any way at all. He had no arms after all. His stalker was nearly the same size as our wandering Platypus boy, even on four legs. Stocky and strong bodied, black fur with brown streaks like he’d dipped his paws and tail in chocolate. Strong claws off his paws made a distinctive click-clack on the concrete as he followed the boy in the dark, it’s amazing Ray the platypus never noticed the rottweiler following him. He barely even noticed when the big dog was aside him, like he’d always been the boy’s own dog. Ray didn’t notice, until a damp, whiskered snoot pushed into the boy’s palm.


“Waugh!!” a shocked noise faded into the hazy darkness, unheard and unanswered and Ray fell back, took a seat on the sidewalk. HIs stalker didn’t pounce or overwhelm Ray. Just.. pushed his head in close. The slight wag of an unfixed tail put the thoughtful boy’s adrenaline to drain. “Heeeyyy..” came the confused, but pitched up voice, the natural honey anyone gives their words talking to a pet four-legger. “You’re just a needy guy aren’t you? Huhh? Aren’t yooouuu?” tentative scratches around the ears. Still nervous, a little afraid wandering dog might turn. He feels a collar there and curiously slides it to one side. He can barely make out the stamped metal under the street lamps.

RAY
555 FORT LN
BAYTOWN, WA 55555
LIC#5555

“Ray? I’m Ray too. Same name huh? You look a lot stronger then me th-” ponderous words are licked right off his bill as the friendly dog returns some of the idle affections the boy’s been giving out. Hot dampness on his bill sharply contrasting the cool mist all around them. “Bleck! Wow! Alright. C’mon boy. Fort lane isn’t that far off, let’s get you home.” There was never a debate in his head about what he should do. Here’s a lost dog. He has a collar, his address is on the collar. He’s supposed to take him home. That’s his duty now.

Ray was a much, much better kid then he ever thought he was. Wild animals seemed to trust him. At least, The same-named rottie seemed to sens he was safe with Ray. Child no longer wandering, he had direction and purpose now. And the rottie was well behaved, a bit affectionate. Bumping the kids hips, pushing under his palm, always, always wagging. Never wanding away from the boy. Until they passed a group of trees. Then the rottie went right through the branches and yellow leaves.

Ray figured he had business in there. Which was a little true. Minutes passed. The big dog’s snoot pushed out from the foliage. Short BOOF. It disappeared again. Finally there was a small whine. “Is... are you okay in there?” is something wrong? Is he hurt? He heard the dog’s whine again and that half panicked adrenaline feeling fills his guts again. Not enough for him to brave a dark place yet, “Do you need me in there boy?” A hushed boof comes out. High branches are too thick to just walk in, but Ray’s mind swirels with worry now. The little platypus gets on his hands and knees, and crawls through the trees and bushes.

It’s so dark in here. Everything smells like old leaves and damp soil. He can’t make out much. His bill tells him things though. He’s never been able to explain his bill’s EM sense. It’s feelings. He knows the soil under his hands and knees is soft, thick with grass. He knows there’s a stone wall separating public greens along the side walk from private yard. It’s a tiny little private spot, and this dog he’s found is there, pushing his head close. Licking his bill, licking his cheeks.

“Awww, you just need a little break is that it?” He carries on his one sided conversation. Still on his hands and knees, the rottie for just a moment seems more feline then canine when he rubs his entire body down Ray’s side. He feels heat, breath over his tail and the seat of his sweats. Nothing weird. Dogs do that right? Sniff butts? That’s just normal dog stuff. Ray wonders exactly what his new friend can tell from sniffing his- OOF.

The weight of a big dog’s chest drops on Ray’s back. Claws hook around his hips, and he feels pressure against his tail. It’s only for a moment. The rottie slides off, and gives Ray a short whine as he licks the side of his bill, still just wag wagging away. The boy’s not a dummy. It makes sense now. Wandering in the lonely night. Finding a friendly person, leading them somewhere private.


The little platypus kid wasn’t oblivious or utterly innocent to what was happening. He thought about it a lot actually. Not with four legged people mind. Girls at school. Boys at school. He’d even snuck a Penthouse magazine or two, and loved reading the letters more then just the nudie pictures in it. All fantasy though, all stuff to think and squirt in bed to. He didn’t think his first time would be with a wild animal though.

Is this going to be his first time? Excitement strains his sweats. Twitches. Tells the boy in no uncertain terms this is going to be his first time. He wants it. He’s asking nicely right? As nice as a feral pet can ask. No force, no nipping, no growling, just communication. All he has to do to say yes is pull a little, pull back on his sweats, pull on his underwear.

Both are at the kid’s ankles, Ray even pulls on his own tail, spreads his cheek with his other hand. Boy’s undertail flesh twitches to the damp night air. He’s had things up his butt before. Plunger handles and the like, but nothing real. Nothing like- ooooooohhhh

Ray thought his feral friend was just going to go right at it, get to business. The tongue is such a nice surprise. Quiet, wet slobbery slurping sounds fill the secret little space, very good boy just bathing, slurping, licking the kid’s little asshole, heating him up, relaxing the boy. The boy NEEDED to relax for this. Lick. Sclorp, schlurp, again and again, the platypus’s bill hangs just a bit apart. Soft happy sighs fall from between the leather lips, until he’s relaxed just enough that now and then the dog’s eager slurping can sneak a few swipes right into the kid.

It’s relaxing enough that he almost doesn’t notice the weight on his back again. He notices the lack of licking before realizing the rottie with his name is up there. Hump, hump hump. Wag, wag wag. The canine takes a few stabs at Ray’s butt cheeks. Ray reaches back, pushes on and guides the dog’s sheath up a bit. THERE it is. Slender and hot, slips right into place, fuzzy pelvis on platypus butt thumping, almost whapping together, Dog letting his instinct take him away.

Oh geez, oh heck- it’s real. This is real. It’s not a story, it’s not some dream or fantasy he had. Ray hangs on to his own bill, like it might hold back some of the little squeaks. It doesn’t even hurt- Shouldn’t this hurt? It just feels sloppy, feels like a slimy slick pressure surging into him again and again and again. The dog certainly feels lucky, happy to have such a nice snug little butt around his growing, expanding cock. He’s gunna fill his friend up, make his friend happy, fill him up good. Getting to have simple dog thoughts instead of the more complicated dog thoughts. Plip plap paf pap pap.

Ray doesn’t even really notice when he squirts into the grass under him, boy’s stiff cocklet twitching, spraying the grass under him, like it’s being pushed out of him through his butt! Ray does notice the growing pressure far far more. The Rottwhiler’s shaft is growing, swelling up, one surprise that he didn’t know about dogs at all. He feels the one time the dog pulls and can’t pull out- plugged up. The dog on top of him stops jackhammering his ass, and settles down. A little panic starts to build again, but a lick over his head pushes it back down. The dog doesn’t panic, pull or tug. The dog wants him to relax. And the boy does his best.


That pressure just grows though. More aware of everything now that he’s squirted out his lust. More aware of the heat, the hot throb and pulse lodged in his asshole. More aware of the damp weight on him, smell of dog, smell of wet dog everywhere. He did that. He gave his first experience to a wild animal, he chose it, he knows he did it. And now he’s stick with that. Stuck like this. Is it ever going to stop? Is it stuck forever? It just keeps going and going and- SPLUT.

Before panic can return, the sloppiest, messy sound Ray’s ever heard and will ever hear in his entire life announces that his sore undertail is finally free. A slimy heat slithers down the back of the boy’s sac, down his thighs. A wet, rude little airy splurch of a noise brings more spunk out with it, and the good good boy he gave his virginity to goes to clean it up. Lick, lick again, cleaning his own mess, secretly admiring just how much of HIS special friend-squirts he got up inside the new friend he made today.

Ray better get this dog home and get himself home before too many people start worrying about him. He pulls up his underwear, he can feel the slimy feeling seeping into the fabric against his seat. Maybe it will keep it from his sweatpants. The dog’s still wagging, the whole way to his home, but not quite as boundlessly energetic. Ray half wonders if the dog’s master is going to notice anything.

It’s almost enough to keep him from ringing the doorbell once they get to the address on his collar. It’s an upper middle class kind of house they come to, one of those single family homes with a porch and garage and everything. At the same time the boy manages to ring the doorbell, the dog gives one single BARK. Lights come on. A silhouette raches the door and opens it and Ray meets Ray’s owner- A rottweiler. Not a four legged pet, no. A regular two legged rotty man with a wide smile and calm, lazy eyes. A bathrobe hangs open and Ray tries not to notice the man’s more intimate details, even if they hang openly out on the porch.

“Oh, why you brought my dog back! Lil Ray’s been getting out of the yard a bit. What’s your name little man?” His open robe sure has the kid distracted. He’s just done something very very naughty with this man’s pet, and rather then being relieved of such thoughts, they surge back, the feeling, the excitement, the shame at the edges, he stammers his answer after a delay like he’s just realized he’s been prompted and has to review in his head what was said to him. “R.. Ray, sir?”

A moment of shock comes over the dog’s owner, “You’re KIDDING! I’m a Raymond too! You and my friends can call me Big Ray though. Here. Wait there a sex, kid.” ...Wait, did he say that on purpose? The feral dog follows the two legged rottie inside, door left open. ...The kid can smell it. Sense it on his beak. The same kind of wet dog, dog spunk smells that he left back in the bushes. Big Ray comes back and just about pushes some papers at the kid.

“Alright, fourty bucks. You know, For bringing me my dog back? Address and phone number too. I REALLY gotta get to sleep, but if you want a few more twenties, why don’t ya swing back around next friday and dogsit for me? You’ll get pizza, get paid, get to pet a dog ALL night, you’ll love it! Have your mom call me if ya gotta. Sound great right?” The adult rottwhiler man talks so fast, the boy can only stammer a little “S.. sure?” in response before he gets ruffled up oliver his head.

“Great! Can’t wait! See ya then!” The door closes rather suddenly before the kid can express his confusion or develop any sort of hesitation to the offer. What just happened there?

Well. He has a bit of a walk home yet. He can still feel the jizz running down his thigh a bit, seeping through the underwear. He has time to sort out what happened before he gets home. Time to admire his fortune, his good luck. Steady cash and more dog love.

The spunk rolled down his sleek fur in droplets. Like he were made for this.