It was just a stupid game they'd played a dozen or so times. It wasn't supposed to be anything... extra. 
	Corey grinned stupidly across the living room at Toby, both of them perched precariously on opposite cushions of the large, U-shaped couch that dominated the basement. Toby was a small husky boy with red and black fluff above blue eyes and between perky ears. Corey was a rat with large, oval ears and scruffy black hair that his parents wouldn't let him get dyed; not that he was bitter about that still. His fur was a dark greyish-brown that blended in well with the suede couch. 
	"You ready?" Toby asked, shuffling forward toward the edge of the couch as if he were about to dive into a pool. 
	Corey flailed his arms around as he nearly fell off the cushy couch, and there was a bark from the floor in front of him, making him grin. "Yeah! So's Spike!" he said, laughing and pointing at the black lab that was running in circles and looking from cub to cub. "See? His whole thingy is out!"
	"Hah! Nuh uh." The husky boy scrunched up his face and laughed, also pointing down at the panting and happy lab. A hint of pink was just barely visible from the end of his sheath as he bounced back and forth along the floor, ready for the game to continue. "Just a bit."
	The rat just stuck his tongue out at his best friend. "It's small like yours!" Corey teased.
	Toby's face reddened a bit, and he looked down at his sheath, which was on full display, because they were both naked for their game. "Shut up! That's not how sheaths work. You ready or not?"
	For their game. 
	Couch Dog.
	A game that only two kids without anything better to do could come up with. When Roblox and Minecraft got boring, and they'd already mastered all the Fortnite dances-the good ones, at least-and tripping the internet filter made them grumble in frustration, there was only so many games they could play before the constant barrage of new material grew old. And so, somehow, Couch Dog had been invented. Corey insisted he came up with it, because Spike was his dog. Toby said that Corey came up with the name, but that the game was his idea because he was a dog boy and Spike was a dog. Neither could agree, but that was months ago, and they couldn't remember. 
	"Three..." Corey said, crouching down just a bit and staying out of the reach of the snuffling, excited dog nose that was poking up at his face now that he was speaking.
	"Two!" Toby called, getting the dog's attention. Spike bounded over and gave the husky boy some snuffling kisses, tail wagging all over the place. He knew how this game was played, too, and the rules were simple:
	-"One!" Corey and Toby said together, trying not to make too much noise. - 
	Survive.
	Instead of jumping, or diving, or anything crazy and wild, both cubs hopped off the couch cushion onto the floor below, instantly sinking to all fours, naked as the day they were born. How they came up with the way the game was played, they couldn't agree on either. Neither really had much of an idea, except that hormones, National Geographic, and some awkward teasing had something to do with it. Probably.
	Spike ran around both the cubs as they slowly crawled forward on all fours, tails tucked between their legs as the dog tried to stick his nose up under to get at their business. He was always very gentle and friendly, giving lots of teasing, confusingly-pleasurable licks to private, hidden areas as they tried to make it to the other side of the large couch without being mounted. A weirdly-bizarre game, sure, but one they'd played for a few months now, after reaching that age where hormones make any idea sound good. Besides, this was just silly fun, it wasn't like they were doing anything weird or gay like touching boners. Not often, at least.
	Toby yipped as that black-furred snout pushed up between his legs, trying to get under his tail. The curly husky tail made it harder, but Toby crawled on, laughing as Spike licked at him and trying to get at his hole. 
	Corey thought that Spike might ignore him this time, and that it would be easy, but the dog bounded away from the boys, knocking the husky against the rat boy as they were about to pass by each other. Then the dog circled around the boys in search of easier prey, and decided it was time to pick on the rat. Corey squeaked and almost fell over when the dog's snout managed to wriggle up under his tail and that wet tongue slid directly over this tailhole.
	It felt so slippery and wet. Foreign, if not for how many times this had happened in the past during their play times. But that was as far as things had gotten, even if it did give them the occasional boner. "Spike! Down!" he said, trying to get the dog to listen to him, though it never worked.
	"Hey! No cheating!" Toby complained with a laugh, bumping his hips against the rats as he kept crawling past Corey to the other side of the couch. That distance felt like a yawning chasm at times, when it was really only eight or so feet. Quite the distance for a small cub, all the same.
	Corey felt his little member start to stir between his legs and he hurried forward, trying not to go to fast. He managed to get his tail back down and block the dog's path, and Spike lost interest. A yelp from behind him told the rat that the dog found easier prey. Corey's head bumped into the couch, and he looked up, alarmed at having reached the other side so quickly. He laughed and climbed up on top of it, looking back at the husky. "I win!" he hissed, keeping his voice down. "Turn around!" he called.
	Toby's head whipped up and he looked over his shoulder, the white fur on his face tinged pink from embarrassment. Spike had managed to get his nose up under the husky's curly tail again and was lapping wetly at the boy's hole. "Stop it, Spike!" he whined. "No fair. You cheated!" he hissed back, turning in a small circle and breaking the dog's contact with his intimate bits. His sheath had swollen up and his own tip was now sticking free of his sheath, but luckily the dog had momentarily lost interest.
	"What! Nuh uh! You even bumped into me, and I just kept going!" the rat huffed out indignantly, pulling his bare tail across his lap and grinding his stiffy against it. It was dripping again, which he hadn't gotten used to, and he tried to hurriedly wipe the pre off against his thigh, embarrassed. 
	Toby wasn't arguing, though, he just kept his head down and slowly crawled back across the floor to where Corey was. That was part of the rules. Whoever "lost" the race had to turn around and head back, then...
	Corey grinned as he watched the husky crawl towards him and he sat down on the edge of the couch with his legs spread, his little member poking up from his crotch. "I'm waiting."
	The husky boy glanced up, saw the rat boy's dick, and let his head drop down as he scowled, embarrassed. The loser had to kiss the other boy's dick. Toby usually lost the game, and complained about playing it, but he was usually the one suggesting they play it. Whenever Corey wasn't suggesting it, anyway. "I'm hurrying!" he grouched, letting out a startled yip when Spike bowled him over onto his side and kept moving.
	Corey laughed and gave his hips a little shake. His uncut dick was only a few inches long, but he used a few fingers to pull the dark flesh back and expose the dark, plum-colored gland beneath. "Yeah, get him, Spike," the rat teased, encouraging the dog as best he could. Spike loved to nuzzle and nudge hard against them, knocking them over. He might not have weighed as much as they did, but the cubs weren't used to trying to center themselves on all fours, so they made for easy targets.
	Toby was almost to the couch when Spike refocused his attention on the husky's curly tail. That snout snuffled up under the fluffy appendage and a wet, slobbery tongue violated the cub's hole once more. "Wah! Spiiiiike!" the husky whined, fingers digging into the plush carpet underneath. He whimpered, his sheath swollen and most of his member sticking free. It always felt so weird and gross to have something touch him under his tail, but it made his cock swell and bead with pre.
	The rat watched, not really feeling anything overtly sexual about the encounter. It was all in good fun. Just a game they'd made up and played. It was funny seeing Spike get all riled up, the two cubs unknowingly keeping that dog pent up as they teased and strutted about. To them, he was just being playful. They had no idea what blue-balls were. The rat gave his small member a squeeze at the base, shaking it. "Yeah, good dog. You too, Spike," he said, an old joke that Toby hated.
	"I'm gonna get you back, you know," Toby said, crawling forward until he was almost close enough to kiss his friend's uncut cock. Then the big dog that was trying to lick at his tailhole jumped up onto his back. "Noo, Spike! Bad!" the husky cried out, though there wasn't any real urgency to his voice.
	This was part of the game, and the only definitive way to lose. If Spike mounted you, you lost. It happened sometimes, but not often. The dog would jump up, latch on with his legs, and start trying to hump them. Once, Corey even said he felt the dog's thingy touching his tail, which Toby called gross until he remembered that his dick was like the dog's. Corey was a good friend and reassured him that having a dog dick was perfectly cool, at least.
	Corey was holding a paw firmly over his muzzle to keep from laughing to hard. The rat was vibrating with mirth as he watched his big, black dog hump away at his friend's butt, looking for something to stick himself into and failing as he always did. It'd be way too scary a game if the dog had a chance of... you know. The rat shuddered at the thought, but his dick pulsed in his grip, mostly unnoticed.
	"Get him off me already," Toby said, lifting his head as best he could to look up at his friend. He was pouting big time, a sullen expression across his face as he tried to keep from getting knocked over. The dog's forepaws had finally found a good purchase around his hips and Spike was humping slowly as if looking for something but not finding any stimulation.
	"Kiss my dick first," Corey said, grinning down at the husky and shaking his small member in his grip. Pre was starting to beat around his bunched up foreskin again.
	Toby's muzzle hung open, affronted, and he growled cutely. "That's not fair!" he hissed, wiggling his hips around and trying to free the dog from him; Spike was being unusually persistent.
	"Too bad! You're gonna get me back anyway, right?" Corey asked with a mischievous grin. He pointed his dick towards his best friend's muzzle, then scooted back an inch or two onto the couch.
	The husky's eyes were wide anger, though his muzzle turned up at the corner. He would get back at the rat, and they both knew it. "You're such a fucker." Toby hissed that last word, his face red, even though he was trying not to laugh, himself.
	Corey gasped at the bad word and gently whapped the husky's face with the tip of his tail before dropping it on the floor. "Oh man, if your parents heard you say that."
	"Shut up, just let me kiss your thin-eek! Spike! Stop that-your th-thingy... and get him off me, he's being," the small husky huffed as that tongue suddenly pushed a bit deeper into him, making his brain fuzz a bit. "W-weird," Toby whimpered. 
	And you weren't allowed to push away the dog. Not in Couch Dog.
	"What's stopping you?" Corey asked, laughing at his friend's predicament. He'd been in a similar one when Spike seemingly got too into their game; that was when he'd felt the dog's dick on his tail. He decided to help his friend out, though, and scooted forward just a bit to close the gap.
	Toby lifted his muzzle and locked his eyes on Corey's four-inch member. There was a bit of pre at the tip that he secretly liked seeing whenever he had to kiss his friend's dick, but if he didn't make a big deal about it, that'd be too gay. He was about to open his muzzle to give a half-hearted complaint when Spike's insistence finally paid off.
	The lab's leg's pulled the boy's hips up into position, and his back feet shuffled forward a few inches as he tried to find a good spot for his sheath. Normally, the dog would find nothing, as the boys instinctively kept their tails lowered to protect themselves, both from the dog and preteen embarrassment. All the banter had distracted Toby, though, and Spike's nosing had worked the husky's curly tail up and out from between his legs until it was curled against his lower back, providing full access to what lay beneath.
	The dog's tapered tip nestling against warm flesh and causing a surge of blood-flow to the dog's member. "Wah! Corey! Help me," the husky whined, trying to glance back over his shoulder, his hips shaking side to side to try and wrest himself free.
	Corey just laughed, not really knowing what was going on. "Fine, if it'll keep you quiet," he said, moving his hips forward and pressing the head of his small member against the husky's lips. "There, kiss it, and I'll get him off," the rat said.
	Toby was still trying to shake Spike free, a bit more than the rules said you were allowed to do, really, but the husky looked desperate. He could feel wetness under his tail and was starting to panic. "He's trying to..." His voice trailed off as his inexperience left him with no good way to articulate it without making him blush.
	Corey was smart, though, and knew what his friend was trying to say, but he didn't believe him. Toby loved to make a big deal about not kissing his dick when he lost, and the rat didn't mind teasing and playing along. It was just a silly game anyway. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, his thingy is all small and pointy like yours," he teased. He reached down and tugged on one of Toby's ears, making the husky whine. "One kiss is all it takes, you dork." They always followed the rules of Couch Dog.
	Toby was trying not to panic as he did his best to fend off the lab that was starting to jab harder at his behind. He heard his friend's words and that gave him an out: kiss his friend's dick. He turned his muzzle, searching for Corey's dick before he finally lost the game for real.
	Thin as it was, still unswollen and drizzling pre after being teased from their game-and not just tonight-Spike's spike pierced the husky's butt like a wooden steak through a vampire. Toby's muzzle went wide to howl, but the dog's force rocked him forward and his muzzle engulfed the rat's uncut member in one go. Four inches was a lot for the young husky, whose muzzle was doing not-enough to muffle his howls of discomfort.
	The rat boy had been hard the whole time, watching with unregistered interest as he tormented his friend. After all, this was just a game. Sometimes you got hard during Couch Dog, but like, boners were normal. It was only gay to do... well, the gay things. When Toby's muzzle suddenly enveloped his small dick, half-pulling back his foreskin, he squeaked in alarm and clamped a paw down over the back of Toby's head. "Wh-whoa, wait."
	Toby struggled and pushed with his paws, trying to get his muzzle free, his hips trying to move but now held firmly in place by the dog. Barely a second had passed since he'd ended up spit-roasted in the worst way, and he struggled to get free. Spike had no intention of letting up, now that he'd finally found the release he'd been unwittingly denied after months of Couch Dog. He pulled with his forepaws, his slick length pushing deeper into the husky kid and pushing back that black-furred sheath.
	The husky garbled something unintelligible around his friend's dick, gasping for air and pushing back on the couch to get his face free. Instead, all he did was arch his back and push his butt back in the attempt, working that now-thrusting dog dick deeper.
	Corey saw... none of this. When the husky's mouth ended up around his cock he froze and tried to mentally process if he should be okay with this. He'd already had inklings from things his parents had told him that being gay wasn't bad, and that it would be fine if he ended up that way, and he knew he wouldn't care if his friend was, but...
	The rat decided that his preteen crisis could be put aside for a few minutes, because one thing was certain. Toby's muzzle felt good.
	When it came to technique, there was none, but to the rat, that warm, wet muzzle slobbering around his dick felt so much better than his inexperienced paws. Sure, Toby was complaining about something, but the rat was too busy exploring this new feeling.
	Spike shifted backwards just a step, pulling the preteen boy's body with his forepaws so he could keep his swelling doggy cock in the warm hole. The lab couldn't risk those pesky boys keeping him riled up even longer, after all. With that tug backwards, though, Toby was able to pull his head free from Corey's shaft and let out an anguished wail that was cut short almost as fast as it began by a muddy-grey paw.
	"What's wrong with you? It's just a..." the rat's voice trailed off as Spike finally got leverage and began thrusting away. He'd been inside the boy for a handful of seconds and already dumped a fair bit of pre into his passage. Corey held the back of his friend's head, and had his other paw clamped over the husky's muzzle to keep him from making noise. He watched, dumbstruck, as he saw Spike's hips start thrusting back and forth, a flash of pink disappearing under the husky's curl. He knew what it was. This was sex. It just... he wasn't sure he understood. This was just supposed to be a game.
	Toby sure understood what was going on, a lot quicker on the uptake with the dog now thrusting into his no-longer-virgin hole. At least the dog was, in canine fashion, filling him with plenty of watery cum to help lube the way. He let out a pitiful whine and tried to bring a paw up to his muzzle, but he felt too unsteady on his paws and didn't want to collapse, not knowing that might make this situation a bit easier. The lab's cock hurt, but not enough to cry about. He'd stuck a finger in himself a few times when experimenting in the shower with body wash, but that had felt way better. Spike was being rough and possessive, trying to keep as much of his swelling cock inside the kid as he could, huffing and panting over top the husky's neck.
	With almost a full minute having passed since this debacle started, Corey's brain finally clicked on. The rat's eyes went wide, and he whipped his head side to side, as if suddenly worried he'd find his parent standing over him. With his first, real concern out of the way, he looked down at the husky who had finally managed to bring a paw up to try and pry Corey's own paw away. The husky was still making a lot of noise.
	"I-I can't, dude, if someone hears," he whispered, eyes watching, transfixed, as the dog's shaft pistoned into the husky's upturned tail. His uncut member was drooling pre, most of it being wiped off against Toby's muzzle as the husky struggled to free his muzzle. Corey was just stronger and had better leverage.
	Toby glared daggers up at his "best friend" through eyes that started to glisten. Spike was not small, not by any stretch-and there was stretching being done-of the imagination, and his knot was beginning to swelling and tug at the young pup's abused hole. The husky tried to clench down to keep the dog out but found it easier to relax and just accept it instead of struggle. Once he did that, the pain started to... lessen wouldn't have been how Toby thought of it, but his dick was starting to stir in his sheath again, at least. A welcome distraction.
	"Spike, down!" Corey tried whispering, his paw still clamped over Toby's maw. When the dog kept thrusting away, the rat was secretly glad. He felt bad for his friend, but that look at Toby was giving him said, "revenge", which meant the dog couldn't be too mad. Besides, watching Spike and Toby do the whole sex thing made his boner twitch against the husky's cheek.
	The poor husky boy was resigned to his fate and just slumped forward against the rat who was practically holding him hostage. All sorts of revenge schemes were going through his mind, but it was hard to focus on any of them with how Spike's knot was starting to stretch him out more. He knew about knots, being a husky, and his own would swell up to about the size of a golf ball when he pulled it free while jacking off. He hoped that Spike wouldn't be too much bigger, because he already felt so full. Something inside him felt good, though, and a few of the dog's erratic humps would sometimes send a zing of pleasure down his spine that made him momentarily fine with the pain under his tail. It wasn't as bad now, and the dog was flooding his guts as he humped away, but that start had been rough. Maybe if he had some of that body wash...
	With his body more relaxed, Spike was able to thrust with increasing fervor and speed. His hefty, black sac smacking noisily into the husky's. The dog's knot had swollen enough that it could no longer slip free from the husky kid's passage, and it was much larger than a golf ball. The dog's fevered thrusting began slowing as he lowered one forepaw to the floor, humping slowing to a steady rock of his hips that made the husky underneath whine and whimper.
	Corey no longer had to hold the back of Toby's head to keep him in place. Once he'd given in, the rat could keep the husky "quiet" with one paw and paw his dick with the other. He used a finger and thumb to stroke his foreskin back and forth over his dark glans, warm pre rolling down over his fingers. He was too engrossed in watching his dog hump his friend to feign caring about that, though. 
	Spike's rocket had been squirting watery cum up inside him since he'd rammed himself home, and the panting, humping lab was starting to wind down as his knot fattened up completely, keeping him tied to the young husky who was whimpering and squirming under him. The dog just slumped against the boy's back, tail held high as he drained his pent up load in one of the two boys that had been teasing him for far too long.
	The rat was jerking his member as fast as he could, his peak speeding towards him. As a preteen boy, any sort of sex was exciting to see, even if this wasn't what he normally fantasized about. At some point, Toby had managed to bite down on a few of his fingers-not hard-and was not whimpering around them while the dog pounded away. Corey's eyes were locked on the action as he stroked his foreskin back and forth over his leaky head, blowing right past the point of no return without even any consideration.
	Corey grunted shyly and hunched forward as his member throbbed between his fingers and a rope of preteen rat jizz sprayed right across Toby's muzzle and cheek. The husky boy didn't react other than squeezing his eyes shut, a bit preoccupied with a far larger load being emptied into his other end. His fingers curled around the husky's snout, holding onto his bottom jaw with a few fingers holding down Toby's tongue. Corey shuddered all over, toes curling into the carpet as he held back a squeak, cum jetting from his member harder than he ever remembered cumming before. Some landed in the husky's open maw, some got on the couch, most made a mess of Toby's face.
	The husky's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was whimpering through his open maw and nose. Quiet, desperate whimpers as his body trembled all over. His butt ached, and his cock was hard as a nail with his knot having swollen inside of his sheath. Pre was drooling down to the floor beneath him, kept on the edge as he was, but he was too tired from Spike's attention to pay any to himself. "Co-ey..." he tried to whisper around the fingers in his maw. He could taste the rat's cum. It was kind of sweet and musky, neither good nor bad. 
	The rat had slumped hard against the arm of the couch and was looking down at his friend's sticky face. "Oh, s-sorry," he mumbled, letting go of Toby's lower jaw and pulling his paw free, blushing hard. There were a few bite marks on his fingers and paw pad, a bit of his own cum, but mostly just husky drool. "Ew..." he teased half-heartedly as he wiped his paw over his own belly fur.
	Toby worked his aching jaw, his arms starting to wobble from being on all fours for what he thought might have been literal hours. "H-help," he mumbled, about to collapse. Spike, though, chose that moment to dismount. The dog lifted one leg up and over and turned around gracefully until he was butt to butt with the husky boy who had to be muffled once more, because he made all sorts of keening and whimpering noises. That thick knot tugged hard at his insides, and he nearly passed out until the dog stopped moving.
	Corey's face was still red under his brown-grey fur, and he could see where the dog's knot kept them connected. Toby had explained knots to him a time or two, when they masturbated together, but he didn't know just how big it was. "Whoa..." 
	Toby was certain he was going to fall any moment, so he lowered his front-half to the ground, though it was more of a graceful collapse. Luckily, Spike followed, laying down while tied to the boy and just panting happily. His tail thumped against the ground, and he looked back at the husky, and then up to the rat, and let out a pleased woof. The husky just lay on his stomach and side, trembling all over as his body tried to process all the new signals.
	Corey slipped from the couch to sit on the floor and pet his friend's face, feeling a bit bad. "Sorry, was it that bad? Oh!" he grinned and pointed at the husky's swollen sheath, seeing that clear outline of the engorged knot. "Is it cause of that?"
	Toby's eyes were still closed, and he wasn't even paying much attention to what Corey was saying. "Ngh?" he asked, arms hugging to his chest.
	"This!" the rat said, and he leaned forward and wrapped his paw around the husky's sheath, squeezing down on the trapped knot. 
	The husky yelped as the rat's paw squeezed down on his sensitive bits. His hidden knot throbbed, and it made his tailhole clamp down hard in the lab's knot that was still tying them together. It still hurt, but it also helped press down on that sweet spot inside that kept him hard. One of Toby's paws shot to his own muzzle to muffle his cries, and the other clamped down over Corey's paw as his hips ground against them.
	Corey hadn't expected such a strong reaction, though he didn't try to fight back when the husky's paw gripped his own. He watched his friend squirm around on the ground, felt the sheath-covered knot throb beneath his paw pad, and then cum began spurting up into the husky's belly fur. Toby was whining and jerking around like a fish out of water as he came. His tailhole clamped down on the dog's knot, making it feel even more monstrous. He wished his own knot was free so he could squeeze and paw at it, but he could only squeeze it inside its prison, vaguely embarrassed that he'd inadvertently trapped Corey's paw while he came.
	Toby's orgasm slowly died down and he sprawled out on the floor, cock still pulsing in both boys paws as he lay there, exhausted. Spike had his muzzle shoved between their tails and was lapping at where they were tied. Corey was still petting over Toby's face and cheek, trying to see if he was alright. Toby body was so tired that he wanted to fall asleep right there, except his brain was still going. He groaned and tried to turn his head to look up at the rat.
	Corey was frowning slightly and looking expectant, like he'd just asked another question, but he seemed to sense the husky was mostly okay. "Do you want anything? Water? Or, uh, I dunno, a towel?"
	Toby let his head rest back on the floor and he let out a soft whine. "A... rematch," he growled sleepily. He'd make sure he won the next game of Couch Dog.