Playing The Game; Part 3

	Toby Halstead glared irritably at his phone, and the string of messages from Collin Darby displaying on the lock screen. Collin had been absent from school all day today, and Toby had missed him. He’d had Tina for company, of course, and he always liked when she was around, but Collin was kind of his only male friend. He’d already been given Collin’s homework to take to him, as requested by Collin’s mom, but he hadn’t had the chance yet. As soon as he’d stepped in the door, his mom had planted him at the dining room table and told him to get to work on his homework.
	He was having trouble concentrating though. His mind drifted back to the fun and sex-soaked antics at Tina’s birthday party just a few days ago. Collin was his only male friend, sure--for now. He liked Timothy, and he hoped they’d be good friends, even though they’d only known each other three days.
	And in three days, he’d exchanged numerous cheek-reddening photos with the insatiable mouse. In fact, just under the string of texts from Collin, one from Timothy was listed with the words “attachment sent” in it. Toby made sure no one was nearby--it was risky checking the mouse’s messages at the dining room table, but he didn’t want to alarm his mother, Elise, who was bustling around the kitchen making vegetable stroganoff and humming off-tune, by hurrying out of the room. She was busy anyway.
	He opened up the message to see Timothy’s perky butt, tail pulled to the side, with a finger deep in his tailhole. It was kind of dark and Toby couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Timothy was in a… bathroom stall? Had he sent this from school?? Toby blushed, biting his lip. That mouse was crazy! And hot, he reminded himself. He adjusted himself in his seat to relieve the sudden discomfort of an erection jabbing at his pant leg at a weird angle. He’d have to respond to Timothy later--it looked like Collin was up in arms about something.
	You home?
	Call me when you get this. I need your help.
	Hello?
	Come on, dude, answer pleeeaase!
	Toby sighed, slipped into the den while Elise was bent over with a rolling pin, rolling out the dough for her stroganoff noodles, and dialed his friend.
	“Hey dude,” Collin said.
	“Okay, what’s the emergency?” Toby asked.
	“I need you to bring me my homework, but, uh… you can’t go in the front gate.”
	“What?? Why not?”
	A pause. “Er… It’s my dad. He got day drunk again, started ranting about school ruining my brain, making me a faggy art school kid.”
	“Clearly he’s never seen your stick figures,” Toby jabbed.
	“Hey!” Collin said, clearly hurt.
	“Sorry,” Toby said sheepishly.
	“Anyway, I don’t think he’d do anything to you, but he gets pretty crazy. I don’t wanna take the chance. And I can’t leave or I’ll get a beating.”
	“So what am I supposed to do?” Toby griped.
	“Go to the southwest corner of the fence. There’s some holes in the wood planks, just enough to put a foot through. Climb over the fence and I’ll meet you on the other side.”
	“What about Killer?”
	Killer was a massive doberman, nearly as tall as Toby and definitely heavier. Collin said he was domesticated, but he looked awful feral to Toby. He hadn’t barked or snarled when Collin introduced him, but the big dog had stared at Toby with such an intensity that the bat definitely felt like prey in the most primal sense of the word. Then Collin had hugged the dog, who turned and licked the cub’s face with an enthusiasm that would have been disarming if not for the scary-ass staring contest that had just gone on.
	“Killer’s a big baby,” Collin said dismissively. Somewhere in the background, an older male voice yelled at something; it sounded like a sporting event of some sort, presumably on TV. “He’s really sweet, I promise. If he gets there before I do, just hunker down and offer the back of your paw. If he licks it, you’re good. Just keep your pants on, okay?”
	Weird way to phrase ‘be patient,’ Toby thought, but finally agreed. “Alright, fine. Southwest corner, holes in the fence. Got it.”
	“You’re a lifesaver, Toby!”
	Toby stifled an exasperated sigh.

* * *
	Toby Halstead stared up at the imposing metal-laced wood fence that blocked the way into Valiant City Junkyard. It seemed like a properly imposing name for an imposing chunk of land. Half an acre of wrecked vehicles, discarded transformers, broken city equipment, and countless other forgotten treasures stacked in uneven rows created a labyrinth to which Toby knew he’d never learn the way out. Somehow Collin lived in that place, knew it like the back of his paw. The burly bear cub had brought the scrawny bat pup in there once before a few weeks ago, to introduce him to his parents--an event that would stay with Toby a long time. He didn’t always get along with his parents, and he still recalled with some horror the spanking incident with his mother, but at least his parents weren’t as awful as Collin’s.
	Collin’s dad was the biggest bear Toby had ever seen, nearly seven feet tall and massive with muscle and fat under a thick coat of glossy mahogany-colored fur. He’d been wearing a wife-beater, filthy denim jeans, and a thick black apron of some rubbery material. He’d flipped up the flat metal mask over his face he’d been using for welding, and cuffed his son on the side of his head. The strike had been hard enough to send Collin to the ground.  “I don’t got time to meet your boyfriends, faggot,” he’d snapped, “I gotta get this fender welded by tomorrow an’ yer interruptin’. Fuckin’ git, boy.” Without another word, he’d gone right back to welding. Collin’s mother, massive and imposing in her own right but still a full foot shorter than her husband, hadn’t said anything. She’d just kept welding, ignoring the violence visited upon her son. In a way, Toby felt like that was worse. She just pretended her son wasn’t there as he was beaten. When Toby had helped his friend up, Collin’s little round ear was trickling blood.
	Toby inspected the aforementioned section of fence, and sure enough, there were three widely-spaced natural holes in the ugly lime-painted wood panels. Toby peered through one of them and into the junkyard beyond. He couldn’t see much--there was something in the way, a radiator maybe--but he didn’t see any movement. He checked his phone. It was five to seven. Collin said he’d make an excuse to come outside and be here at seven on the dot.
	Toby liked to think he was pretty self-aware. One solid piece of evidence for this belief was that he understood all too well how bad he was at literally anything physical. It didn’t even limit itself to sports--phys ed in general was a nightmare. Heck, more than once he’d tripped on the stairs at school. That got lots of laughs from everyone except Toby. Well, and Tina now. The snow leopard cub used to laugh at him, now she just pulled him up and told him to stop embarrassing her. He couldn’t help that he had duck feet!
	He decided he’d better start climbing. Even though the fence was only about seven feet high, it was going to take him at least five minutes to get over this stupid thing. He grumbled something about low protein in his diet and pulled himself up by the highest of the three holes, scrambling to get a foot into the lowest one about two feet off the ground. The whole ordeal took almost a full minute, and Toby glanced down the street both ways to make sure no one had seen it. He wasn’t even thinking about getting in trouble for “breaking into” the junkyard; he just didn’t want anyone to see that emasculating display. Thankfully, the junkyard was on the edge of town and the streets were empty.
	He reached up and grasped the top of the fence, then lifted his left foot to the middle hole. There was another cheek-reddening moment where he almost panicked because he thought his right foot was stuck in the first hole, but it turned out he just needed to tilt his foot slightly to get out. He decided again that he was really glad no one was around to witness this debacle.
	At the top of the fence, a steel pole kept the pointed wooden planks in place. He gripped it through a gap between two boards and lifted his leg over the fence, resting his crotch between two other boards, then made the mistake of glancing down the other side and immediately felt dizzy. Was he really that high up? It was only seven feet, right? Why did it look so far?
	To his left, a stack of SUV’s, stripped down to their frames of everything but a few bumpers and seats, offered a rusty but apparently stable ladder to climb down. It would have to do, he supposed. He reached out his free paw to grab the bumper of the topmost metal skeleton, but it was just out of reach. Collin hadn’t told him it would be so hard to climb down the other side! Of course, the bear cub had a few inches on Toby, so he could probably reach this with ease. Toby would have to lean out over the empty space between the fence and the stack. His head swam, and his stomach turned a little. This was, he decided, about the worst time in the world to discover he didn’t like heights.
	He closed his eyes, but that actually felt worse, so he opened them again and swallowed hard. He took a deep breath, and leaned out…
	His paw grasped the bumper. In a panicked effort to get it over with, he pushed off the fence and grabbed the bumper with his other paw. Only then did he realize the crotch of his jeans was caught on a screw jutting out of the metal pole. Unfortunately, he couldn’t backtrack--he’d already shifted his weight forward, and his left leg was already sliding out from between the fence’s points. Before he knew it, there was a horrifying ripping noise, and Toby dangled from a crushed bumper with his bare butt sticking out of a huge hole in his jeans. This was punishment for agreeing to go commando for Tina’s benefit.
	He struggled and kicked and whimpered, dangling helplessly, on the verge of tears, before realizing sheepishly that the ground was actually only about two feet beneath his shoes. He dropped down, cheeks red, wondering how he was going to get home with his bare tush out for the world to see.
	He took stock of his surroundings. This area of the junkyard seemed to be mostly shelled vehicles. Just like the SUV’s, they were missing nearly all their parts. He supposed the Darby’s just took parts off them as they needed them, resulting in a mishmash of gaps and holes in the vehicles. The stacks created a sort of clearing with two exits, one to the north and one to the south. No grass grew anywhere in sight, just hard-packed dirt.
	As Toby tugged his pack off his back, getting ready to hand Collin his math homework the second he showed up, Toby’s big ears swiveled as they picked up the faint sound of big paws padding through dirt. He froze, stomach clenching. That was definitely not Collin. He slowly turned to see Killer padding into the open from behind a stack of partially crushed station wagons.
	“Fuck,” Toby wheezed.
	Killer didn’t snarl, but he padded forward slowly and purposefully, his big brown eyes never leaving Toby’s face. The muscles in his shoulders and hindquarters rippled under his brown-spotted black fur as he moved. When he was five feet from Toby, he stopped, sniffing inquisitively. Toby very, very slowly sank to one knee, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to think happy thoughts as he very, very slowly extended his paw toward the dog, heart pounding, waiting for the awful sensation of sharp fangs burying into the thin, membranous flesh of his vestigial wing or the stringy meat of his forearm.
	He nearly jumped out of his fur when he felt a huge, warm tongue lap the back of his paw. He risked a peek to see Killer sitting in front of him, licking happily at his paw and wrist. Toby sighed in relief, moving his paw up to tentatively stroke the dog’s neck. Killer panted and leaned into the strokes. “I guess you really are a good boy, huh?” he muttered. Killer responded by leaning forward and licking Toby’s face. He laughed, leaning away from him. “Dude! It’s so wet! Stop!”
	Killer didn’t stop. He stood up and put his forelegs up on Toby’s shoulders to get better access to his face. Toby was not nearly as heavy as Killer, and he fell onto his back. “Killer, stop! Ack!”
	The doberman lapped even more intensely at Toby’s face, trying to get his big, wide tongue into Toby’s mouth to lick there. The bat pup tried to keep his mouth clamped shut as he pushed uselessly against the big dog’s chest, but he’d never been good at breathing through his nose. Eventually, he opened his mouth to gasp, and Killer’s huge tongue instantly dove into the cavity, lapping at the bat pup’s tongue and teeth.
	Now that he was in, Toby realized the dog’s tongue didn’t taste as gross as he’d assumed it would. He felt the dog’s chest fur under his fingers, no longer trying to push him off. He was too big, it was pointless. He’d just have to wait for Collin to get here and rescue him from all this loving.
	While Killer licked his mouth, Toby felt something press against his thigh. He tried to twist in place to see what it was, but Killer’s big head and chest blocked his view. Then whatever it was slid back and forth, and left a thin trail of wetness behind. Toby leaned his head as far to the side as he could, and finally saw what was rubbing against him. There, red, shiny, and throbbing, was his first ever look at a feral dog penis. It tapered at the tip, with a growing bulge at the base just above the testicles, where it emerged from the sheath. Toby’s addled wits took way too long to put two and two together.
	Killer had Toby on the ground. His dick was out. He was licking really enthusiastically.
	“Oh,” Toby whispered.
	Stranger still, he wasn’t scared or horrified. In fact, he was kind of curious. Lilith’s dick had looked sort of like this. He wondered if it would taste the same as hers. He supposed there was only one way to find out.
	He kept his mouth open, hoping the tongue bath would distract Killer while he explored. His left paw dropped from Killer’s flank and reached down between the dog’s legs, grasping the throbbing member and gently stroking. Killer stopped licking then, twisting his head around to look at what was happening, but he didn’t growl or move away. In fact, he began humping Toby’s paw. There was too much there for one paw to grasp, so Toby released his right paw and wrapped it around the dog’s erection as well, making a sort of funnel with them that Killer eagerly thrust in and out of.
	Toby bit his lip. Collin would probably be out here soon, but he wasn’t done exploring his new friend. He decided to risk it, and wiggled in the dirt, down the length of the doberman’s body, paws still wrapped around Killer’s thick red meat. After a few moments, the dog’s thrusts ended a mere inch from Toby’s face. He leaned forward, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue.
	A powerful, musky flavor met his tongue when it touched Killer’s tip, which was already wet with what he supposed must be precum. Toby let the dog thrust against his tongue a few times, letting himself get used to the strong flavor. It wasn’t exactly tasty, but the lewdness of the act kept him from disliking it. He felt his own member begin to harden, and he unfastened his jeans with one paw, keeping the other near his face to guide Killer’s thrusts. He began stroking as soon as the zipper dropped.
	Toby wondered if he could get the whole thing in his mouth. He doubted it--this dog was huge!--but he wanted to try. Killer apparently wanted him to try too, because the bat pup had barely moved his mouth forward before Killer adjusted his hind legs and thrust his red rocket directly into the cub’s waiting mouth.
	Killer was not gentle. He thrust hard and fast, and Toby barely managed to get his lips around it before it was pistoning down his throat. He gagged twice before he got himself under control. While Killer fucked his face, Toby let his free paw pump up and down his own rock-hard cocklet faster. His jaw already hurt from Killer’s thickness, but he couldn’t even dream of stopping now. He wanted to know what dog cum tasted like.
	He didn’t have to wait long. Killer’s thrusts soon became more frantic, and the steady stream of precum down his throat suddenly became a musky, runny burst of semen, then another, and another. Toby frantically tried to swallow it all as he stroked himself, but there was just too much. It was potent and prolific, and he coughed around the thick dog cock in his mouth, spitting Killer’s jizz all over his lips and chin.
	After another few moments of ejaculating into the pup’s mouth, Killer stumbled backward and sat down in front of Toby, licking gently at his red rocket to clean the remainder. Toby licked his lips. That had tasted pretty gross, but not like Brussels-sprouts gross. The fun kind of gross. He wiped his face with the back of his paw, staring at Killer’s erection, which had yet to deflate--probably because the doberman continued licking it.
	Toby glanced down at his own erection, bobbing in the air above the ruined blue jeans around his hips. He wondered if he could take it in his butt. He’d taken Lilith in his butt, and she had been about the same size. Maybe a little bigger, even. And he did have this giant hole in his jeans now…
	Toby scooted up to Killer and stroked his ears. The dog finally turned his attentions from his dick to lick Toby’s face, mostly lapping his own cum off the bat’s mouth. Toby opened his mouth again, hoping to keep the dog’s interest in him going. Killer responded in kind, lapping intensely at the inside of Toby’s mouth. Toby reached down a paw and traced a claw gently up and down the length of Killer’s bulging erection. Killer reacted by bowling Toby over again, but this time the cub didn’t resist or cry out. He dropped to his back and rolled over, pushing his butt into the air under the dog.
	Killer immediately mounted Toby, but had difficulty aiming his monstrous cock toward Toby’s tailhole. The cub reached back a paw and helped guide him. The moment Killer found the spot, he slammed his dick against Toby’s opening, making him gasp and whimper in sudden pain. He should have lubed up with some spit first, what was he thinking??
	Thankfully, Killer brought his own lube. Every time his red rocket pulled out of Toby, he squirted pre all over his tailhole, so each successive thrust got easier. Soon the initial sting faded a bit, and Toby enjoyed the sensation of fullness as Killer’s thick meat filled is tush. He felt himself hardening again without even needing to stroke himself.
	“Toby!”
	Toby nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Collin cry out. He froze, turning his horrified face to the bear cub, who stood at the northern entrance to the “clearing” they were in, backpack in hand, dirty suspenders only buttoned on one strap, running one big paw through his curly ginger hair as a torrent of different emotions crossed his face. Finally he hurried forward. “Killer, stop that! Toby, oh my god! I’m so sorry dude!”
	Toby didn’t know what to say, so he just mumbled, “S’okay--unff--I… mmm…”
	Collin stopped a few feet from Toby and Killer, sweat soaking his fur. “Are you--um. Do you like it?”
	Toby turned beet-red and nodded. Killer kept pumping into his ass, drawing a faint squeak of pleasure from the bat pup.
	Collin blushed. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. I d-didn’t think he’d do it with anyone else…”
	Toby felt painfully hard as Killer continued to abuse his anus. He looked his bigger friend over appraisingly. Collin had once admitted to being attracted to him. He looked the bear cub in the eyes. “I…” He panted, heart racing. He hoped this worked and didn’t freak his friend out even worse. “I still have a hole to fill…”
	Toby had never seen someone take off their pants and underwear that quickly. Within seconds, Collin’s throbbing erection bobbed just over Toby’s snout. Toby grasped it in one paw and guided his bear friend down so he could put it in his mouth.
	Collin’s cock was bigger than Toby’s but that was to be expected, since the bear cub was a year older than him and had started puberty before Toby, but he was secretly pleased to note the bear cub wasn’t a lot bigger. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he liked it.
	Collin tasted a lot better than the dog. He wrapped his lips all the way down to the base of Collin’s shaft, running his tongue up and down the length, gagging when the bear cub hit the back of Toby’s throat. Collin seemed to like that a lot. He grabbed Toby’s big ears and started fucking his face.
	Toby felt a little like a ragdoll as he got pounded from the front and from the rear, Killer’s rough paws on his shoulders making it hard to hold himself up, but Collin pulling on his ears forced him to keep himself on all fours so the cub wouldn’t tug too hard. Besides, if he wasn’t on his paws, he couldn’t keep taking all this delicious bear cock.
	“Toby,” Collin whimpered, “you feel so good…”
	Toby liked that, but he didn’t want to respond, because it meant taking his friend’s member out of his mouth, and he couldn’t have that. Instead, he replied by moaning sweetly, licking even more enthusiastically on the head and shaft of Collin’s thick meat. Collin pumped furiously as Killer did his best to finish off round two. Toby felt a tightness in his balls with each pump from Killer as it rubbed vigorously against his prostate. After a few minutes, his cock twitched and spit a load of cum into the dirt, pulsing as he spurted over and over. He moaned again with each splash of jizz on the dirty ground.
	“Oh god, Toby,” Collin cried, “that’s so hot--I can’t hold it--”
	Toby didn’t want him to. He gripped his friend’s shaft and sealed his soft lips around the head, licking the glans and urethra while Killer’s thrusts became more frantic and erratic. He couldn’t have timed it better if he tried: Collin spilled his seed into Toby’s eager mouth while Killer shoved his knot into Toby’s rectum. The sudden agony was superseded by the intense pleasure of the dog’s cock pressing hard against his prostate as it painted his insides with sticky, hot dog jizz. While Killer filled his ass, Toby eagerly gulped down the warm, thick spunk Collin fed him, all the while tonguing the head of his friend’s cock, trying hard to keep his wits about him while being overwhelmed with stimulation from two holes.
	When Collin finally pulled away from Toby’s mouth, he awkwardly dropped to his knees and gave Toby a kiss. It was sloppy and clumsy, but eager and sweet, too. Toby returned it enthusiastically.
	Behind him, Killer twisted awkwardly and lifted his leg over Toby, until they were facing away from each other, still locked together by the doberman’s impressive knot. Collin ran his paws through Toby’s neck fur as he kept kissing him, letting them wander down the pup’s arms to stroke his vestigial wings. Toby shuddered and moaned when he did that--he was always really sensitive right after an orgasm, but especially his wings for some reason.
	Collin finally pulled away, crawling on paws and knees to behind Toby, gently touching the other boy’s stretched anus and the sensitive, short length of Killer just behind the knot, then bent down and licked Toby’s rim. Toby gasped, leaning his head down and trying to breathe steadily. “S-sensitive!” he whimpered.
	Collin paused, blushing. “Do you… want me to stop?”
	“N-no,” Toby said with a wavering smile, “just be gentle.”
	Collin squeezed Toby’s butt with one paw, biting his lip. “I will. I just… it looks really hot.”
	Toby grinned. “Thanks. It kinda hurts, but I like it. I feel really full.”
	Collin chuckled. “Yeah, Killer’s huge. I can’t believe you took the knot! I’ve never been able to.”
	Toby blinked. “How many times have you and Killer, um… done it?”
	Collin shrugged, stroking Killer behind the ears. The doberman panted happily and leaned into the bear cub’s paw. “I dunno. A lot. I suck him off all the time, and I usually let him mount me at least once a week.”
	“I sucked on him too,” Toby admitted, “before you got here.”
	Collin’s eyes widened. “I wish I coulda seen it! I’ve done it a lot, but you know. I dunno what it looks like.”
	“Maybe when this knot goes down, I can show you,” Toby said, face beet-red. He wasn’t usually this forward, but he was so glad Collin was good with this whole thing that he was feeling a little more confident than usual.
	Collin seemed to like that idea, because his limp penis began to stiffen again. He ducked down and started licking Toby’s rim once more, and Toby rested his head on his arms, sighing in contentment.
	Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket, startling him. He dug it out and looked at the lock screen: a message from Timothy. Blushing, he opened it up.
	Hey, cutie. Excited for the sleepover on Friday?
	Toby glanced at Collin, hoping he wasn’t being rude. Collin didn’t even seem to notice he’d taken his phone out; the bear cub was happily licking Toby’s anus and the few narrow inches of Killer’s exposed cock. Toby returned his gaze to his phone, biting his lip. Timothy had been very forward with the pics he’d sent the other day. Maybe it was time to return the favor. His small fingers flew over the on-screen keyboard.
	Do… do you like ferals?
	Uh, yeah, sure. I like ferals. Why, do you have a pet or something?
	Toby swallowed nervously, fingers hesitating, before finally responding, No. I mean, do you LIKE ferals. Like, LIKE them?
	There was a pause of a few seconds before several responses came in rapid succession.
	Oh.
	OH.
	YES.
	Toby glanced behind him. “Hey, Collin?”
	“Mmm?” the bear cub answered lazily, clearly savoring his activity.
	“Would you, um… would you mind taking some pictures with my phone? For a friend? It’s okay, he’s cool, I promise!” he added hastily when he saw the cub’s hesitation.
	“I dunno,” Collin said, frowning. “I don’t wanna get busted.”
	“If you do this, I’ll give you the link to his OnlyCubs account. It’s good, I promise.” Collin still looked hesitant, so he gave the cub a heavy-lidded stare and murmured, “and I’ll replace Killer’s knot with your dick. I’ll let you cum in me all you want.”
	Collin’s half-resurrected penis became fully erect. He gulped audibly, but held out a paw.
	Toby grinned and handed over the phone. Timothy was going to absolutely lose his mind. He let the thought of the golden-furred mouse’s cum-spurting cocklet drift through his mind as his phone snapped picture after picture, and he drifted off into post-coital bliss.
	But only for a bit, he thought to himself. He had a promise to keep to Collin, after all.