Three hours. Toba sighed and adjusted herself into yet another sitting angle on the shitty wooden chair, the poor thing creaking under the hefty weight of the badger. A ‘chubby muscle momma’ some half-witted drunkard had called her before she kneed him in the groin and crumpled him into the cobblestone streets. Three hours and they still occasionally heard the city guards stomping past the door to the little hovel she was ducking away in. She sneered. Someone must have tipped them off that she was still in the area or they’d have spread the search out wider by now. No inside lamplights, curtains drawn over the windows to obscure the insides, all the amenities of a trash heap and she’d already spent three damned hours here.

“Keep yer fat fucking ass still, Toba.” A masculine voice growled from the other side of the room. “And Bones, go lay down!” Bones, the feral mixed breed mutt, retreated from Toba back under the table, having finally worked up the courage to sniff the newcomer without growling or baring her teeth over the last few minutes. Toba ignored them both.

The room smelt like unwashed ass and the acrid iron of a dog in heat. She exhaled sharply to clear her nose and threw a leg over her knee, reaching a hand under her fur-lined leather skirt to adjust herself and letting her dark skinned cock and balls hang free over the edge of the chair with a relieved sigh, and impatiently bounced a foot on the tips of her toes. Three hours, still more to go, and she couldn’t even sleep to pass the time due to the stench in the room. At least if one of the smells were gone it’d be more bearable.

She glanced down at the mutt laying casually under the table, as worn down and shitty as any other piece of furniture in the hole she’d dug herself into, the dog currently in the process of licking its cunt clean of the blood and muck that came with its heat. The one mildly enjoyable thing to look at. Bones, or whatever he had called her. Some mix of shepherd and labrador and whatever else got hold of her mother, with a muddy looking golden brown fur. She spat into the corner and sniffed again.

“Dammit, Toba.” Came the voice again as its owner moved its foot out of the way of the spitwad. She craned her head ever so slightly in his direction, finally acknowledging him. A wolf, a bit taller than her if not quite as well built as she was, positioned in the corner and sitting in the only other chair in the room. Brown, tangled fur. A tunic and some poorly stitched trousers that were somewhat clean if you didn’t compare them to something that had actually been washed in the last week. And a snarl on his face, but the wolf’s emotional state was hardly Toba’s problem. “The fuck you want, Gregor?” The badger asked boredly.

“I want you to keep the fuck quiet and at least spit away from me, you worthless cunt.”

Toba shook her head and adjusted herself once again in the chair, scooting her ass close to the edge so she could lean against its back supports, arms crossed under her heavy breasts and fingers rapping impatiently on her biceps. “Gods if I didn’t need to lay low I’d break your jaw for that, Gregor.”

“Fucking... Toba, there’s guards out in the streets hounding your ass, and MINE is on the line for hiding you like this. The least you could fuckin’ do is be more careful.”

Toba immediately twisted her head to look at the dirty wolf and scowled. “Oh? And what if one was listening at the door right now, mutt? Tell me to be careful, but you open your mouth and announce to the damn world there’s a reason to come in here.”

Silence. Aside from the sounds of Bones scratching at herself to relieve the tension of her fleas and the rocking of the table above her as her body shook against one of the legs, silence. Toba sneered and relaxed back into her previous position on the chair. And then a shame tinged and mumbled “You’re right.” From Gregor. “Fucking. Sorry. I guess.”

Toba grumbled and rolled her eyes. “You want to not get the guard’s attention? Be casual. Because if a guard walks by and opens the window to peek in and there’s two fuckers sitting in total silence in the dark, that’s suspicious. But if we’re just talking about bullshit like a normal fucking couple of assholes they’ll move on.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right... Gods I need a distraction. Bones is killing me.”

Toba quirked an eyebrow and smirked at the wolf in his corner. “What’s the matter, Gregor?” She jeered. “Can’t handle the smell of a little bitch in heat?”

Gregor's ears flattened against his skull, and his eyes flashed with annoyance. "It's not funny," he growled. "It's driving me crazy. Can't even open the damned door to let the stink out or it might invite the guards in."

"I swear," the wolf muttered, lost in his frustrations and bouncing his leg as he sat in his chair, "If I don't get laid soon, I'm going to lose it.”

Toba snickered and pulled herself free from her own seat, feigning a need to stretch, and casually slid her chair over to the table where Bones still lay. “It sounds like you really need to take the edge off," she teasingly commented, plopping herself down and scooting in as deep as she could, making sure her junk dangled tantalizingly in front of the curious dog.

“You know what?” The badger continued, quietly patting her inner thigh beneath the table to subtly invite Bones closer. “We’re trying to act casual, right? Girls. How about you tell me all about the girls you like, huh, Gregor? And I don’t mean looks.” Her breath almost imperceptibly caught in her throat as the dirty gold dog pressed her snout firmly against Toba’s junk, sniffing voraciously around her hanging, and steadily swelling meat, a constant ‘thump, thump, thump’ as the dog’s wagging tail hit the table leg behind her. “Tell me what you like them to do to you. What you, ah, like to do to them.”

Gregor snorted in his corner. “Ha, sure, this is what you choose to talk about. I complain about the smell, sure, but any topic in the world to try to ‘act casual’ and you can’t help but go for sex.” He feigned confidence, but Toba could hear him squirming in his seat, hear his claws snag on the fabric of his trousers as he adjusted his own dick. ”What’s the matter? Can’t handle the smell of a little bitch in heat?” He taunted, throwing her own words back at her.

But Toba just shrugged and smiled, maneuvering her cock beneath the table to give Bones access to the underside, the heat stricken mutt now eagerly lapping away at the sweat and musk that coated the badger’s nether region. “No, no, Gregor.” Toba chuckled, idly giving the dog’s chin and throat affectionate scritches while she worked the badger’s shaft completely over, soft, velvety, slobbery tongue snaking its way from tip to base, over her balls, even wedging her snout between groin and thigh to lick the inner depths. Anywhere and everywhere that tongue could reach, it was going. “Don’t worry,” she continued. “I’m completely in control of what I’m doing.”

A grunt from Gregor and another moment of silence, then a short chuckle. “Well, you’re no stranger to it, I guess, so...”

“Mmph, yeah, go on?” Toba replied wistfully, hand around her cock gently sliding back the foreskin to lead the dog’s eager investigations there, sniffing for barely a moment before that tongue bathed the woman’s dick in even more carnal affections, straining her tongue around the foreskin to try to lick beneath it.

“I don’t much care for what they’d do to me. I like them to resist, instead.” A deep breath behind her as the muddy brown wolf reminisced. “Gods, the feel of them on my knot as they try to pull off of it, haha! I don’t know if they understand how much worse they’re making it on themselves, but the way they twist and clench when they struggle.” There’s a low, lustful growl from the corner Gregor had set himself in and more ragged scratching of claw on cloth as he felt himself up. “Damned Bones, damned heat. What I wouldn’t give to just snatch some whore from the street to use. Someone close, someone quick.”

Meanwhile, Toba's other hand grasped onto the back of Bones’s head, steadying the dog as she began to probe her dick against the mutt’s jowls and teeth. Bones didn’t quite get the intent, and continued her eager dressing of the badger's cock with saliva, the dog turning her head this way and that to reach every last corner and recess of the badger’s rock hard dick. "Uh-huh, yeah," Toba groaned, letting her eyes drift closed in pleasure and hunching forward over the table. "It should, ngh, definitely be someone close by."

Gregor snorted and gave a quick laugh. “What, Toba, are you actually offering? It certainly sounds like you’re prep-” eyes snapped to Toba, finally taking in just what was going on beneath the wobbly, ramshackle table, the dog’s head bobbing and turning as it struggled against Toba’s grip to continue slobbering over her groin. "The fuck?" he started, but Toba's grin and a casual side eye as she looked over at him stunned him back into silence. "Hey, would you look at that?” She chuckled, her breath heavy. “Turns out a bitch in heat is interested in dick. Who would have thought?"

The wolf jumped up from his chair, sending it clattering to the floor, his cock straining against his trousers going temporarily unnoticed. By him, at least. "Toba, you can't just-"

"Oh, come on," Toba interrupted, her voice thick with a mix of desire and amusement. "You're worried about the guards, you're worried about getting your rocks off. You need to act casual, right? What’s more casual than getting laid? This is a win-win."

Toba rolled her eyes at Gregor’s baffled silence and went back to pulling the dog’s head onto her cock with a growing hint of frustration as the dog continued to cluelessly lick and slobber over her. "I don't know how you dumb fuckers buy a whore straight from a fucking whore kennel," Toba groaned out at Gregor, "intent to fucking whore her out and make more whores, and not once does it ever cross your mind that you have a prime opportunity to get your dick wet."

Gregor stood there, his resentment towards Toba growing. He'd always known she was a degenerate, but the way she was just casually pleasuring herself with a dog, his dog, and right in front of him as though she had every right to do it. There was no word to describe it. But with his blood boiling, the scent of Bones’s heat, the thoughts he’d had running through his head only moments ago, and now the sight of Toba’s cock mashed against his dog’s muzzle, straining to get in... his resolve was crumbling. He slowly slumped himself back into his chair, trying to adjust his erection which was now pushing painfully against the fabric of his pants. "You're disgusting," he managed to spit out, though his voice was strained.

Toba's hand grew more insistent, grabbing the dog’s head and wrestling the eager mutt away from her groin to angle her dick back to the dog’s mouth. The dog's tail thumped happily against the floorboards, still frantically licking at the head of Toba’s cock, and she let out a muffled whine of excitement. But Toba's patience was wearing thin. "Take it," she grunted, pushing her cock against Bones's snout. "Take it all in, you little slut."

With a quick adjustment of her hands, Toba pried open Bones's jaws and shoved her cock into the dog's mouth. Bones yelped and shot up onto all fours again to try to pull away, but the badger's grip was like a vice. The dog's teeth scraped the tender flesh and Toba let out a snarl, pulling back for a moment before ramming her cock in deeper. Bones coughed and choked, the badger’s thick cock forcing the dog’s tongue flat against her lower jaw as it wedged its way deeper, towards the back of the canine’s throat.

Gregor watched, torn between his anger at Toba and his own arousal. The sight of Toba forcing herself on a dog, his dog, was both disturbing and admittedly exciting. He couldn’t even say he was offended by the blatant bestiality. It had never crossed his mind before and he’d always been against it on principle, but here and now, with it in front of his very own eyes, it didn’t bother him. What did bother him, however, his cock throbbing painfully hard against the poorly woven cloth that contained it, was that it was HIS fucking dog with someone else’s dick inside of it.

He stood up with a furious growl and stomped over to the pair, planted his hands on the edge of the table and swung it clear over its end to expose the intimate pair. Toba’s eyes snapped open and she scowled up at Gregor, muscles tense, partially risen from her chair, ready to shove the dog off of her and launch into a fight with the wolf, but Gregor instead immediately dropped to his knees behind Bones, clawed hands fumbling on the waist of his pants. The man was furiously muttering to himself as he struggled to wrestle flesh free from cloth before ultimately deciding to just tear the worthless fabric open, his heavy, pre-drooling canine cock flopping against the now intensely struggling dog’s tail, and grasped the dog’s flanks in both hands.

Toba cackled and a grin as wide as the fabled Cheshire cat’s spread across her jaws. "Atta boy!" She crowed, her congratulations thick with relief and desire. Immediately she grabbed Bones by the ear to make the poor mutt yelp and yanked the dog back against her, burying her fat badger cock into the depths of that snug doggy throat once more. No longer bothering to hide her passions, Toba rolled her head back onto her shoulders and groaned out in pleasure.

Bones whined, or at least let out some semblance of a whine with Toba’s cock rocking back and forth, in and out of her throat. There was so suddenly so much going on and she didn’t understand any of it. Startled by the table being flung, the sudden rough treatment from the previously affectionate badger, and her master wrestling her tucked tail out of the way as his dick tried fervently to find purchase in her fat, swollen spade all at once. She choked on the badger’s dick as she struggled to break free, paws scrabbling at the floor, back arching to pull away, but Toba, and now Gregor, easily held her in place. Her long canine tongue rolled and tensed against the fat slab of meat in her maw whenever she gagged, her throat tensed, trying desperately to eject the beast that was forcing its way inside her, the underside of Toba’s cock gliding along as she rocks her hips, back and forth, back and forth, sawing her way deeper while a paw on the back of the dog’s head mashed her snout into the badger’s crotch.

Another muffled yelp as Gregor finally finds the angle to ram himself inside those swollen folds and his claws dig deep into the dog’s flanks, yanking her back to meet his desperate thrusts for a loud, wet ‘slap’. "Gods, you’re loving this, aren’t you?" Toba taunted the wolf, hunched deeply over his dog with a shuddering groan. "You've had this bitch for what, years? And you've never once thought to stick it to her?" She ran a hand sensually along Bones’s back, claws raking through the canine’s unkempt fur as the dog was bounced back and forth between them with their mismatched thrusts. "You're such a prude, Gregor."

The wolf’s growl was all the answer she needed and Toba couldn’t help but cackle again. Gregor’s hips were a blur as he fucked his mutt, his already partially swollen knot sliding in and out of Bones’s doggy cunt with a wet ‘plop’ at rapid-fire pace, his knot growing larger, his outward pulls growing slower, until finally it was too swollen to pull back out. The dog whined around Toba's cock and shifted her back legs, trying fiercely now to get away from her master, his still growing knot already bigger than any her previous mates had ever provided her. Bones thrashed in their grip, pushed at Toba with her front paws, but it took the two no effort at all to hold her steady.

“So,” Toba huffed, grinning over at her partner as she used both hands to cram the whimpering Bones’s muzzle into her crotch, cock throbbing deep within the gulping, gagging confines of the dog’s throat. “Better than, hah, playing it safe, huh...?”

Gregor’s response came slow, the wolf man hunched over his victim, slack jawed, drooling, eyes unfocused as he ground his hips against solidly against the dog’s pussy and then yanked back as far as his knot would allow before forcefully mashing their crotches together once more. “C... close...” Came the strained response, absentmindedly swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth. “Ngh... a-aaah...!” He gnashed his jaws together and forcefully slid Bones back to meet his groin trying his damnedest to push as deep into her as he could as he finally unloaded hours if not days of pent up frustrations into whimpering mutt.

“Good... good doggy,” Toba taunted, chuckling breathily as she rolled her hips ruthlessly against the dog’s snout. “Took ya, hah... fuckin’ long enough...” She glanced down at Bones, a wicked smile playing over her lips as the dog continued to thrash in her hands even now, in a desperate attempt to dislodge the woman’s dick. But Toba just clamped a hand on the back of her new plaything’s head and quickly used the other to wrap around the dog’s spread muzzle, clamping down around her dick to give it that last bit of extra tightness and she groaned long and low as she finally hit her peak, the feel of that tongue rolling under her dick, mashing against the base of her cock as she unloaded, rope after long, thick rope coating the inner depths of Bones’s throat and directly into the dog’s stomach. 

“Gods,” she mumbled, tremors of pleasure running through her as she slowly, achingly begins to pull out, just enough to let the last shot of cum make it onto the dog’s tongue. “That almost made this shithole worth it.” She chuckled and, gripping the dog by the scruff just tightly enough to keep her from getting loose from the badger’s grip, took her dick in her free hand and squeezed out the last few dribbles of seed to smear her cockhead across the feral’s jowls and cheek. “There we go.” She smiled innocently over at Gregor. “A little bit better, huh?”

“Toba,” Gregor panted, finally having regained a bit of his composure.

“Aww, sorry, hon,” Toba jeered as she wiped the last of the cum and saliva from her dick onto Bones’s snout, the dog standing stock still now that the commotion had finally died, whimpering and barking from the utter girth of knot bloating her cunt. “I don’t do pillow talk. If you want sweet nothing’s we’re gonna need a round two.”

Gregor reached out to snatch the front of Toba’s tunic and yank her close, and Toba just grinned and let him, knowing she had the upper hand if a fight were to break out now.

“You ever fucking stick your dick near my dog again,” he growled menacingly. “There’d better be fucking coin on the table, you hear me?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, and Gregor let her go with a shove and a chuckle of his own. “Fucking sure, Gregor. Don’t think your bitch is gonna come and tattle on me if I take her behind your back, though. And you know I don’t ask permission for shit. Speaking of, though...” The hefty badger grunted as she hoisted herself up onto her feet and sidled around the pair to get a good view of their tie, though Gregor still glowered at her dubiously despite the... attempt at camaraderie.

With Bones’s tail flagged to the side Toba had a clear view of the bulge the wolf’s knot had created, her canine spade absolutely distended with the size of the man filling her, and the little droplets of pre and cum that oozed around the tie to form a steadily growing puddle on the floor, with more trickling out as Bones shifted on her feet. Toba gave a low whistle and patted Gregor on the back. “Damn, you should be proud. Not into dick, myself, but gods it’d be hot to see that thing in action from this side.”

“Hah, well give me a little bit. With her damned heat it won’t be too long before-”

There’s only a brief jostle at the door for warning before it bursts open, Toba and Gregor’s heads spinning to look at the lightly clad guard bursting into the room, “What’s going on i-”

The guard stopped immediately in his tracks, mouth agape as he took in the scene in front of him, eyes darting from Toba, to Gregor, to the dog he was very clearly balls deep inside, and quickly excused himself with a subdued “Oh, uh, s-sorry.” and quietly shut the door behind him as he left.

Toba and Gregor exchanged a look of pure, breathless shock, both expecting the worst, but as the seconds passed and there was no sign of return from the guard the tension in the room evaporated and they both burst into relieved laughter. Toba straightened up, her ample frame shaking from her barking fit, while Gregor placed a hand over his chest to try to quell the adrenaline racing through him. “Gods, I don’t know what would have been worse. Arrest or a heart attack with my dick in my own dog.”

“You know what?” Toba suddenly announced as she thumped her fellow dog fucker on the shoulder. “I think that’s my cue to leave. Guards here are clearly stupid, I’ll probably be fine on my own from here.” She booted a toppled chair from her path and made her way to the door, grinning over her shoulder at him as she reached for the handle. “You can count me teaching you where to bury your bone like a good doggy as repayment for holing me up for a while.”

Gregor snorted and flipped her off, not even bothering to watch her leave as his eyes drifted back to Bones, who was trying to curl in on herself to lick at their groins. “Fuck off already.” He countered. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth. And shut the fucking door behind you, you damn mongrel.”

Toba let out another cackle at the name calling and nodded her head approvingly as she tugged the door open. “You know what? I think I actually like that. Toba the Mongrel’s got a real poetic touch to it. Oh, and, ah, Gregor?” She inquired as she was halfway out the door, with a blatantly fake voice of concern. “You, uh, can’t knock up Bones, can you? Being a dog and all.”

She quickly swung the door closed behind her as a chair was flung and splintered against the rough cut wood, cackling once more in her security of the outside world.