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"description": "Summary:\n(All characters furry, anthro)\nCW: Intersex/Trans, Breeding/Mpreg\nWhen Sphinx cat single dad Greggory starts commuting in and out of the city for work, his step-sister agrees to introduce him to her and her husband’s friends. Among them: Burgeoning pitbull actor Cain Stafford. In five years, what can happen between the two?\n\nCharacters:\nMain)\nCain Stafford (Male, Pitbull, Age (298-303): 28-33) An odd-job worker who has landed some acting jobs. Friendly personality, dangerous look.\nGreggory “Gregg” Bast (Trans male, Sphinx cat, Age (298-303): 25-30) Struggling single dad, commuting in and out of city for work. Thinking of getting a tattoo.\nAbel Stafford (Male, Pitbull, Age (303): 0) A healthy, bouncing baby boy. Welcome to the world, pup!\nGregg’s Family)\nRamses Moonstone (Male, Sphinx cat, Age (298-303): 50-55) Gregg’s once-estranged father, now close. Watches Gregg’s cubs when he’s out of town.\nPacific “Siff” Bast (Male, Lion, Age (298-303): 4-9) Gregg’s son. Just starting school, very excited about coloring and letters after ‘G’.\nMoon Bast (Male, Sphinx cat, Age (298-303): 1-6) Gregg’s other son. Still just a kitten; makes kitten noises, likes yarn and biting Grandpa’s tail.\nRegiina King/Royale (Female, Lion, Age (298-303): 25-30) Gregg’s step-sister and Kaiden’s wife. Tentatively introducing him to her husband’s friend group.\nKaiden Royale (Male, Panther, Age (298-303): 19-24) Regiina’s husband, would describe himself as ‘well off’. Arranged marriage right after school; still thinks it’s nice.\nCaesar Royale (Male, Lion, Age (299-303): 0-4) Kaiden and Regiina’s firstborn cub, on the needy side. A little bratty, but likes his older step-cousins and his uncle Gregg. \nFriends)\nFides Goode (Male, Raccoon, Age (298-303): 33-38) Oldest in the friend group. Married to Sweet Alyssum, possibly bisexual. Wants to be a dad, but very nervous.\nSweet Alyssum “Aly, Sweetie” Mephitis/Goode (Female, Skunk, Age (298-303): 27-32) Fides’ wife. Sweet and friendly. Loves the idea of cubs, not into the real deal.\nWhitley “Whit” Crocuta (Nonbinary, Hyena, Age (298-303): 26-31) Gregg’s one-time best friend and roommate while he’s in the city. Massive flirt.\nDaina St Hubert (Female, Dalmatian, Age (298-303): 20-25) A talented actress moonlighting as a waitress. Friends with Cain; has slept with him, not dating him.\n\n\nNotes:\n\nA few days ago, on the 21st of June, it was the five-year anniversary of me starting to post my furry writing online. That felt too big and solid an anniversary for me to let completely slip by, even if this is a little late lol.\n\nI’d played with a few ideas. I knew I wanted to write something related to my pitbull dad/son duo, Cain and Abel Stafford. Even then, there was a variety of things that came to mind to commemorate five years, which was a… perhaps overly-constraining them I wanted to try and work in. Ultimately, though, I hit on this: The ‘story’ of how Abel was born, via my other character Greggory Bast. Gregg and Cain wasn’t initially a pairing I had in mind, but after a bit of tooling the two separately, I found that I really liked the idea of them as a couple.\n\nSo, here it is: The first five years of Cain and Gregg meeting, bonding, falling for each other, and deciding to have a cub together. At first, and even now, it’s just six snippets of their lives together, but I hope its not too discordant that I elected to include a little bit of longer-term narration here and there.\n\n*Spoilers/Extra context*\n\nI will say, this is not the ‘end’ of their story together, nor… exactly ‘happily ever after’ as far as their relationship goes. I tried to hint with the mention of Cain and Daina’s former romance, but sadly these two do not last for long, even after the high-romance breeding lol. Unfortunately, Gregg isn’t really built for figuring out relationships at this point of his life, and Cain is dragged in too many different directions, professionally and romantically, to manage to settle. For now, happy ending, but they do eventually break up, go their separate ways (more or less; they remain friends, and even continue fooling around off and on), and have more than a few rough spots of getting back together, breaking up, fighting, hooking up, etc.\nThings are rarely a smooth road for Gregg, ultimately.\n\n*Spoilers/Extra context*\n\nHope that’s not a buzzkill lol. I DO also hope that this isn’t… clunky. I mean, I’m sure its clunky, I just hope it isn’t too rough for people to read. I don’t really know if I’m… GOOD at non-sexual scenes, at conversation and characters and even sparse narratives. And that’s not even including the two moments I couldn’t think of how to make it work except adding vaguer, longer-term narration not specific to a scene… ugh. It feels so messy.\n\nBleh, anyway, that’s enough rambling from me. Hopefully, if nothing else, you can enjoy 3-4 sex scenes and ignore my rambling narrative in between!\n\n\n\n",
"description_bbcode_parsed": "Summary:
(All characters furry, anthro)
CW: Intersex/Trans, Breeding/Mpreg
When Sphinx cat single dad Greggory starts commuting in and out of the city for work, his step-sister agrees to introduce him to her and her husband’s friends. Among them: Burgeoning pitbull actor Cain Stafford. In five years, what can happen between the two?
Characters:
Main)
Cain Stafford (Male, Pitbull, Age (298-303): 28-33) An odd-job worker who has landed some acting jobs. Friendly personality, dangerous look.
Greggory “Gregg” Bast (Trans male, Sphinx cat, Age (298-303): 25-30) Struggling single dad, commuting in and out of city for work. Thinking of getting a tattoo.
Abel Stafford (Male, Pitbull, Age (303): 0) A healthy, bouncing baby boy. Welcome to the world, pup!
Gregg’s Family)
Ramses Moonstone (Male, Sphinx cat, Age (298-303): 50-55) Gregg’s once-estranged father, now close. Watches Gregg’s cubs when he’s out of town.
Pacific “Siff” Bast (Male, Lion, Age (298-303): 4-9) Gregg’s son. Just starting school, very excited about coloring and letters after ‘G’.
Moon Bast (Male, Sphinx cat, Age (298-303): 1-6) Gregg’s other son. Still just a kitten; makes kitten noises, likes yarn and biting Grandpa’s tail.
Regiina King/Royale (Female, Lion, Age (298-303): 25-30) Gregg’s step-sister and Kaiden’s wife. Tentatively introducing him to her husband’s friend group.
Kaiden Royale (Male, Panther, Age (298-303): 19-24) Regiina’s husband, would describe himself as ‘well off’. Arranged marriage right after school; still thinks it’s nice.
Caesar Royale (Male, Lion, Age (299-303): 0-4) Kaiden and Regiina’s firstborn cub, on the needy side. A little bratty, but likes his older step-cousins and his uncle Gregg.
Friends)
Fides Goode (Male, Raccoon, Age (298-303): 33-38) Oldest in the friend group. Married to Sweet Alyssum, possibly bisexual. Wants to be a dad, but very nervous.
Sweet Alyssum “Aly, Sweetie” Mephitis/Goode (Female, Skunk, Age (298-303): 27-32) Fides’ wife. Sweet and friendly. Loves the idea of cubs, not into the real deal.
Whitley “Whit” Crocuta (Nonbinary, Hyena, Age (298-303): 26-31) Gregg’s one-time best friend and roommate while he’s in the city. Massive flirt.
Daina St Hubert (Female, Dalmatian, Age (298-303): 20-25) A talented actress moonlighting as a waitress. Friends with Cain; has slept with him, not dating him.
Notes:
A few days ago, on the 21st of June, it was the five-year anniversary of me starting to post my furry writing online. That felt too big and solid an anniversary for me to let completely slip by, even if this is a little late lol.
I’d played with a few ideas. I knew I wanted to write something related to my pitbull dad/son duo, Cain and Abel Stafford. Even then, there was a variety of things that came to mind to commemorate five years, which was a… perhaps overly-constraining them I wanted to try and work in. Ultimately, though, I hit on this: The ‘story’ of how Abel was born, via my other character Greggory Bast. Gregg and Cain wasn’t initially a pairing I had in mind, but after a bit of tooling the two separately, I found that I really liked the idea of them as a couple.
So, here it is: The first five years of Cain and Gregg meeting, bonding, falling for each other, and deciding to have a cub together. At first, and even now, it’s just six snippets of their lives together, but I hope its not too discordant that I elected to include a little bit of longer-term narration here and there.
*Spoilers/Extra context*
I will say, this is not the ‘end’ of their story together, nor… exactly ‘happily ever after’ as far as their relationship goes. I tried to hint with the mention of Cain and Daina’s former romance, but sadly these two do not last for long, even after the high-romance breeding lol. Unfortunately, Gregg isn’t really built for figuring out relationships at this point of his life, and Cain is dragged in too many different directions, professionally and romantically, to manage to settle. For now, happy ending, but they do eventually break up, go their separate ways (more or less; they remain friends, and even continue fooling around off and on), and have more than a few rough spots of getting back together, breaking up, fighting, hooking up, etc.
Things are rarely a smooth road for Gregg, ultimately.
*Spoilers/Extra context*
Hope that’s not a buzzkill lol. I DO also hope that this isn’t… clunky. I mean, I’m sure its clunky, I just hope it isn’t too rough for people to read. I don’t really know if I’m… GOOD at non-sexual scenes, at conversation and characters and even sparse narratives. And that’s not even including the two moments I couldn’t think of how to make it work except adding vaguer, longer-term narration not specific to a scene… ugh. It feels so messy.
Bleh, anyway, that’s enough rambling from me. Hopefully, if nothing else, you can enjoy 3-4 sex scenes and ignore my rambling narrative in between!
",
"writing": "[b]Late Winter/Early Spring, 298 D.E. (Dissolution of Exchange)[/b]\n\nStanding outside the streetside restaurant's door, gazing up at the big, floor-to-ceiling windows pouring warm, yellowed light out onto the darkened city streets, Gregg suddenly felt... far more anxious.\n\nThe hairless cat gulped, his hands clasped at his sides to keep himself from fidgeting with the pink and purple button-up shirt he wore. It was the nicest thing he owned at that point, but Gregg was very worried that even that wasn't enough to make him fit in. So many inside the restaurant seemed to be wearing formal attire, elegant dresses and suits, contrasting DEEPLY with the 25-year-old Sphinx cat's button up with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, let alone the loose-fitting jeans that had been `old' five years prior.\n\nHe shivered. He wasn't quite sure if that was the end-of-winter air getting his hairless body, or nerves.\n\n``Fuck,'' Gregg hissed softly, lowering his head and pinching his eyes shut. \n\nMaybe this was a mistake...\n\nA hand touched his shoulder, and he flinched, glancing back. Coming up behind him was his `date' for the evening; dressed in a similar vein of `niceness' as Gregg himself, Whitley had on a white button-up with a sleek, darker jacket over top, dark slacks, and a surprisingly classy set of high-heeled shoes. They smiled as they stepped up next to him, the long-snouted young hyena's jagged maw of teeth forming a surprisingly warm and friendly grin. The attire blended nicely with their overall dark fur patterning, the dark red-brown blending neatly with the warm-tinged dark color of their clothing.\n\n``Hey, Greggy!'' they greeted, squeezing his shoulder as they stepped up next to him, looking at the restaurant. They whistled appreciatively, gazing in at the well-dressed patrons and their classy meals. ``Damn, this place is fuckin' NICE... We are gonna stand the fuck out, huh?'' they teased, smirking down at the shorter feline.\n\nGregg sighed, trying not to tremble too much. ``Y- Yeah...'' he half-grumbled, gazing back at the restaurant. ``Um...''\n\n``... You know,'' Whitley mused, slipping an arm around Gregg's back, leaning into him slightly in a comforting half-hug. ``... You don't OWE her any kind of reconciliation. We could fuck off and get fast food burgers, or something.''\n\nThe cat let out a huff of amusement, leaning into his friend. They really meant it, he knew that, but... He gulped, squaring his shoulders a bit, slender pink tail flicking behind his feet. ``N- No,'' he said as firmly as he could, nodding towards the daunting building, ``I... I WANT to. It may not be the whole family, but... but I think I need to do this. At least this once...''\n\nWhitley nodded, giving him another light squeeze before parting from the embrace, shuffling slightly to give the feline some space. ``Right,'' they agreed, slipping their dark-furred paws into their pants pockets and looking up at the building. ``In that case...\n\n``Let's get in there and order the priciest, biggest meals we can! Your bitch of a step-sister is paying for it, right? Might as well stuff ourselves and have enough for lunch tomorrow!''\n\nThat made Gregg laugh a bit harder, unable to help a toothy cackle that nearly doubled him over. He nodded, Whitley already moving towards the door, joining them and slipping his paw into theirs for a comforting squeeze. Hey, he was already bringing them as his `date' to this little reunion dinner, might as well put up SOME pretense of romantic interest.\n\nWhitley opened the door, their well-trimmed figure shifting aside to guide Gregg inside. The slender cat flushed a bit, surprised by how warm it felt inside for how cold the street had felt.\n\n``Reservation?'' the friendly-looking marmoset waiting by the door greeted with a smile, their long-fingered hands already folding open the book of reservations on the stand in front of them.\n\n``Ah, we're meeting some friends,'' Gregg told them, approaching the stand and, unsure what to do with them, grasping his wrist with the opposite hand in front of him. ``It should be `King', or maybe... er, what was it? `Royale', I think.''\n\n``Mm... Yes, here we are! Royale, party of eight,'' the marmoset read off swiftly, flashing a pleasant smile at the cat that almost made his heart flutter a bit. Damn, they were REALLY cute... Nope, no, don't be weird at the restaurant employees, the feline scolded himself, subtly pinching at the back of his hand to quell the abrupt thought. He still had a bit of pink to his cheeks, however, as the marmoset gestured past the stand, saying, ``I'll show you to your table, sir.''\n\nGregg nodded, Whitley stepping up next to him. The three strode into the restaurant, the elegant marmoset leading the way, tail swaying as they entered and moved towards the back, away from the door and front.\n\nAfter just a few moments, he saw her seated at a table near the back, in a corner of the restaurant's main floor lit overhead by two big chandelier-style arrays of lights. \n\nRegiina... it had only been about five years since he last saw her, but it somehow felt much longer. Still, he definitely recognized the curvaceous, near-amazonian lioness leaning back in her seat a bit, one long, bare leg crossed up over her other knee, the slit in her long, shimmery blue-green dress leaving the limb nearly uncovered. It similarly ended around her bust, her broad shoulders exposed, a set of silver necklaces wrapped neatly around her throat. Her golden fur shone a bit under the warm lighting, aqua-colored makeup around her eyes making them stand out plain as they locked right onto Gregg. Her large figure, taller than most and well-muscled despite her curves, made her stand out starkly against the others in the room, and at the table.\n\nThe lioness smiled, slight and almost smirking, as the marmoset led Gregg and Whitley up to the table, the three others sitting at the table likewise turning to greet them.\n\n``Greggory,'' Regiina nodded in greeting, reaching out a paw without sitting up from her slightly reclined position. Gregg took the hand, giving it a brief wave. ``It's been too long, dear! Glad to see you again.''\n\n``Likewise, Regiina,'' the lanky hairless cat nodded back, shuffling slightly as he released his grip on her paw. He set his other hand on the small of his hyena `date's back, nodding to them as they flashed a greeting smile and saying, ``You remember Whitley, I think? They, uh, live here in the city too, now.''\n\n``Of course,'' the lioness nodded with a slight purr, smiling a bit higher at the tall hyena. ``It really was a shame when you and your mother had to move away when we were kids... Poor Greggory never was much one for making friends, left him awful lonely when you left.''\n\nGregg... opted to pretend that was a sincere statement. Whitley didn't seem to take anything by it either, simply giving a nod with their paws still in their pockets, saying, ``Yeah, I felt pretty bad about it back then... But, hey, we're getting reacquainted again now, so I suppose I can't complain too much!''\n\n``Indeed,'' Regiina nodded, still with that too-sly smile on her lips. Her ears gave a flick, and she glanced to the other three at the table, who Gregg had barely been able to look at without taking his eyes off the woman who felt a little too much like a predatory animal watching wounded prey enter its territory. She did the introductions, slipping a paw around the elbow of the well-dressed, jet-black panther sitting beside her, who offered a broad, toothy grin that was far too innocent to be anything but sincere. ``This is Kaiden, my husband,'' she said, while he lifted a paw in a short wave to the two newcomers.\n\n``I'd heard you got married!'' Gregg chimed, nodding. Then, he flushed a bit, ears twitching down as he admitted, ``Or, rather... Mom mentioned it when I called a few months ago. Ah, but, either way, it's a pleasure to meet you!''\n\n``Likewise!'' The young panther was still grinning, nodding back at Gregg. His smile was insanely warm, and the gold of his wide eyes almost matched Regiina's sleek fur. ``I'd heard a bit about there being another brother, was starting to wonder if I'd ever meet you, haha! Surprised you aren't a lion, to be honest.''\n\n``Ah, yeah, step-brother, really,'' Gregg chimed, chuckling weakly. The panther made a bit of an `ooh' lip motion, nodding and giving a thumbs-up in acknowledgement.\n\nWell, he was... not what Gregg had expected when he'd heard Regiina had gotten married. Though, getting married to a recently-18 son of their father's friend... that part definitely made sense.\n\n``I'm Fides,'' the big-bellied raccoon sitting next to Kaiden greeted, leaning back a bit to peer past the young panther. He looked to be about a decade older than Gregg himself, gray and black fur scruffy but well-groomed, forming a bit of a mustache over his smiling lips, glasses small and round over his eyes. He wasn't quite as well-dressed as Kaiden in his suit, but still fairly nice. ``And this is my wife, Sweet Alyssum.''\n\nThe skunk woman was likewise a bit on the plump side; less so then her raccoon husband, but still chubby and warmly smiling. She wore a purple blouse with frilly sleeves that covered her upper arms, a dark green skirt visible around her waist, her big, fluffy tail curled up to drape over the back of her chair as she tittered and waved at the hairless cat and hyena joining them. ``Hiiii, Greggory! And- I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, ma'am,'' she chimed, glancing up at Whitley.\n\n``Hehe, not a `ma'am' actually,'' Whitley snickered slightly, though their cheeks were visibly pinking up. For reasons Gregg could never quite figure out, being mistaken for a woman seemed to fluster them in a pleasant way. ``But, I'm Whitley! It's nice to meet you, Sweet..?''\n\n``Sweet Alyssum,'' the skunk tittered again, giving another wave. ``But, please, call me Aly! Or Sweetie, but if you call me that, I might make you buy me dessert, hehe.''\n\n``No problem, Sweetie,'' the hyena chuckled, winking back at the short, chubby woman. Her husband just chuckled as well, shaking his head and smiling good-naturedly.\n\nGregg and Whitley went to the opposite side of the table, settling across from Regiina and Kaiden. Specifically, Gregg sat across from the panther, while the hyena slunk down their long-limbed figure and sat across from the lioness at the end of the table.\n\n``So,'' Gregg gulped, sitting far too straight-backed, his paws on the table and tail flicking anxiously through the gap in the back of his chair. ``W- We're waiting for one more couple, right?''\n\nAt the reminder, Regiina gave a tired sigh, rolling her eyes. Kaiden, meanwhile, chuckled, shaking his head amusedly.\n\n``Yeah, yeah, my bud Cain,'' the panther explained, leaning forward as he explained the situation to the hairless cat. He tilted his head towards the tall lioness beside him, adding, ``Regiina here doesn't like him too much, but he's a good enough guy.''\n\n``I'd like him more,'' the lioness huffed, crossing her arms under her bosom, ``if the man wasn't such a- a- a THUG.''\n\nKaiden rolled his eyes at that. Bringing his free paw up to his muzzle, he conspiratorially `whispered' to Gregg and Whitley with a wink, ``He just LOOKS rough around the edges. He really is a nice guy, you'll see.'' Regiina gave another annoyed huff, but didn't seem to have anything to argue the point.\n\nWell, if Regiina didn't like him, Gregg was sure that this `Cain' would be a decent person.\n\nThey didn't have long to wait. A few more minutes of idle conversation with his step-sister, her husband, and her husband's friends, and the final two in their party approached the table, led by a portly salmon.\n\n``Hey gang!'' the muscular, black-furred pitbull greeted with a slight smile. His ears were cropped, standing tall from his big, blocky head, his dark brown eyes near-disappearing in the dark figure he made. Dark, except for the red, pink, and pale scars lacing over his face and visible on his exposed arms, some resembling claws or bite marks, others almost seeming to be burns, others still being indecipherable except that they were clear against his dark, short fur. His broad chest was covered by a tight-fitting deep blue shirt, nice enough but clearly not in the vein of Regiina's dress or Kaiden's suit. Still, he'd clearly put on some decent jewelry, a few rings and a nice watch on his sturdy paws, and a thin chain necklace dangling between his pecs.\n\nGregg noticed all this, and then noticed that he was staring up at the handsome canine. His cheeks and ears were warm, and he flushed, snapping out of the slight daze he'd entered upon seeing the man.\n\n`WOW, he's hot,' the cat found himself thinking, before squashing it down.\n\n``Uh- H- Hi! Cain, right?'' he greeted, setting a paw on Whitley's shoulder, the hyena reclining in their seat. ``I'm Gregg, Regiina's br- er, STEP brother. And this is my friend, Whitley! They were nice enough to agree to come along for a free meal.''\n\nRegiina let out a slight huff at that.\n\n``Nice to meet you,'' Whitley said, extending a paw, which the still-standing pitbull took and shook briefly. They then peered past the big canine, at the slender dalmatian gal standing behind him, winking at her and greeting, ``And helloooo to the pretty doll behind you, hehe.''\n\n``Hiii,'' the dalmatian girl greeted, stepping up beside Cain, who set a paw on the small of her back. Well... that was disappointing, Gregg thought, figuring she was his girlfriend. ``I'm Daina! Nice to see most of you again, and nice to meet you two, Gregg and Whitley.'' She was fairly pretty, a neat contrast to Cain's tall, broad, and scar-littered figure; white fur broken up by the sparse blackened spots, clustered mostly over her slender snout and bare shoulders like freckles. She, like her date for the evening, didn't exactly dress `fancy', but still nice, in a knee-length rosy pink dress that tied behind her long neck, small breasts accentuated by a deep cut and a lacy bind around the abdomen.\n\nCain added, as they stepped behind Gregg and Whitley's seats to head for their own, ``Sorry we're a bit late! Filming went a bit long tonight, and that hack le Croke kept bungling his lines.''\n\n``Ugh, that frog,'' Daina rolled her eyes as she took the seat at the end, across from Sweet Alyssum, the two women giving a smile and silent greeting to each other as she settled into her seat, Cain having pulled it out for her. ``He really HAS to be sleeping with every other director in town, there's no other way that doofus could be landing jobs.''\n\nCain chuckled at that, Gregg unable to help doing the same. The pitbull shifted and dropped into his own seat, right beside the hairless cat, commenting, ``Well, he DOES have a good voice, to be fair. But, yknow, frogs and their tongues, I'm sure that helps.''\n\n``Pfft,'' Gregg snickered, unable to help imagining some thespian frog with an operatic voice proudly announcing to the world that he'd be eating the director's ass to save his job that evening.\n\nThe cat flushed a bit when Cain glanced over at him and shot him a toothy grin, seeming appreciative that someone else at the table enjoyed his `joke'.\n\n``Anyways,'' Regiina cut in, with a smile that didn't go up to her eyes. She picked up one of the eight menus on the table, as well as the standing card with the restaurant's alcoholic options. ``Should we order something to drink?''\n\nThe evening went decently well for a time. They all ordered drinks; mostly wine, a whiskey or two, Whitley ordered some fruity pink and green arrangement with fruit speared in the glass that actually smelled delightful. In time, they also ordered food, chattering and passing tales and facts about themselves with both the newcomers and old friends.\n\nGregg... was enjoying himself. Sure, it helped that he kept lightly brushing against the big, scarred pitbull sitting beside him, his elbow grazing the man's forearm, his knee nudging up against those thick thighs...\n\nHe snapped himself out of it again. Damn. Maybe he should have switched seats with Whitley...\n\nRegardless, he was having a nice time. He learned about Fides and his skunk spouse, their jobs and backgrounds and hopes to eventually have a cub and a suburban home together. He learned about what Kaiden had been starting on now that he was out of school and working at his father's company, though Regiina thought he should aim for a college degree or two to bump himself up a bit higher, faster. He and Whitley explained what they did around town, a step below the panther's nepotism business job, but fortunately everyone seemed to appreciate that they were doing what they could with what they had.\n\n``Oh, I'm an actor, on the better days, heh,'' Cain explained when it came time to him. He leaned back in his seat, scratching at the back of his broad neck with one paw, adding, ``Most days, though, I work at a bar. Some bouncer work, some bartender work, a lot of cleaning glasses; nothing fancy, but it gets me by.''\n\n``Oh, cool,'' Gregg nodded, eyes a bit wide. He'd figured on the actor bit, based on what they'd said upon arriving, but it was still interesting to hear. ``Is that how you two met? Acting, or bar... work?''\n\nThe pitbull nodded, chuckling lightly. ``Yeah, yeah,'' he confirmed, elaborating, ``Actually, Daina and I did an audition together... didn't really speak after, but we knew of each other. Then she came into the bar where I work, recognized me, we talked a bit...''\n\n``Went home together and spent the night,'' Daina cut in with a smirk, nudging the bigger dog with her elbow teasingly. ``If you ever have back pain, just hit THIS guy up. Bring lube, though.''\n\nMost at the table laughed, though Gregg caught Regiina scowling slightly at the crude comment as he snickered. After it settled, the feline asked, ``So, have you two been dating long, then, or?''\n\n``Oh, we're not really `dating' dating,'' Cain said, glancing over at the dalmatian, who took a sip of her wine and gave a casual shrug, smiling slightly around the rim of her glass. ``I mean, we gave it a try, at first. It was good... Really good, for a bit. But eventually it just kinda drifted, life changed, you know how it is. Still good friends, though. And, heh, we do still have fun here and there, when we can.''\n\n``And he's still DESPERATELY hoping for me to take him back,'' the dalmatian teasingly chimed in once again, Cain letting out a bark of laughter.\n\nGregg's cheeks were a bit warm, from alcohol or... whatever. He grinned though, nodding his head back at Whitley gnawing on some toothpick-speared fruit chunks without using their paws. ``Ah, kinda the same deal with this goof,'' the sphinx cat chimed, fiddling with his own wine glass with both paws. ``I, uh, don't really know anyone else in the city, but they've been a lot of help while I'm going back and forth. And it's been nice to get back in touch... er, no pun intended.''\n\n``Ha! Touch,'' Whitley barked, throwing an arm over Gregg's shoulder and setting their long muzzle on his other shoulder with a toothy grin. ``Yeah, we've been doin' a LOT of `getting in touch' hehehe...''\n\nCain and Daina laughed at that, Gregg flushed but able to force out a bit of a laugh. Jeez, how much alcohol was in that stupid fruity drink?\n\n``Does seem like you two have fun together,'' Daina chimed, peering passed Cain's chest at the hyena. ``And nice to not be the only non-couple couple invited to these `date nights'.''\n\nThe hyena near-purred, rumbling against Gregg's neck as they nuzzled at him teasingly, winking at the slender dog girl. ``Well, hey, if you ever wanna see exactly how much `fun' we are...'' the murred suggestively, Gregg's cheeks burning hot at the words spilling out of his half-drunk friend's lips.\n\n``Ok!'' he near-yelped, slapping a paw over the hyena's muzzle, pinning their snout shut with a whimper of interrupted flirtation. ``I think that's enough of THAT, haha! Try some water, Whit, before you decide you need to whip it out over dessert.'' He pressed the snout away from his shoulder, Whitley rolling their eyes but lifting off of Gregg's back and settling back in their seat.\n\n``Heh, quite the character,'' Cain chuckled, before taking a short swig of his iced whiskey. ``So, you said you were new in the city? What brings you?''\n\n``Work, mostly,'' Gregg said, gazing up at the handsome canine. ``I, uh, have been living with my dad- my REAL dad, that is- at this little town a few hours away. But, I got this job offer in the city that pays pretty well, and we need the money for the cubs, so... I spend most of the week here, staying at Whitley's place and helping them pay their rent, and commute back to Dad and the boys.''\n\n``Boys?'' Cain repeated, blinking slightly. ``You're a dad?''\n\nGregg flushed; he hadn't meant to mention his sons tonight, and could feel Regiina's sharp gaze on the side of his head. A glance her way confirmed it, an intense, disapproving burn in her eyes. ``Y- Yeah, two of `em,'' Gregg said, stammering over his words a bit. He gulped, but continued, ``It, uh, it's just been me and my dad watching them... The big one is 4 now, started preschool already, and the little one's just a baby.\n\n``... It, uh. It kinda sucks being away from them so much... But, we talk on the phone most nights, and I try to make the most of my time at home. Still...'' Gregg lowered his gaze, thumbing at the texturing on his wine glass, trying to ignore a bit of heartache.\n\nCain nodded, slipping a broad hand forward and gently settling it atop Gregg's slender paw. He gave a comforting squeeze that made Gregg look back up, assuring the other male, ``I know how that is... My grandpa raised me most of my life. Never really knew my dad much, and mom was... Well, we'll say `out of the picture' so I don't say something more rude. But, we got by, even if it took a lot of work... And it seems like you're putting in as much effort as you can. I'm sure, even if those kids don't understand NOW, they will when they're older.''\n\nGregg smiled softly, nodding and reaching his free hand up to wipe a quick tear from his eyes. ``Yeah... Thanks, Cain. Really.''\n\nThey held each other's gaze a moment, warm, scarred paw atop slender, hairless paw. Gregg was surprised to find that those hard, brown eyes looked almost more... chocolatey up close, warm and... almost sweet.\n\nSweet Alyssum cut the moment, cheering, ``Oh! Food is here, guys!''\n\nCain and Gregg had jumped at the declaration, glancing at her, then over at the waiter approaching with a standing tray and multiple plates of food. They shared a quick look and smile, separating their hands and settling fully into their seats for their meals. But, Gregg's tail kept swaying behind him, almost wagging as he glanced up at the broad-faced canine.\n\nThe night continued.\n\nThey ate, they drank, they told stories and shared thoughts. Gregg was pleased to find that Cain, Kaiden, and Fides had taken a shine to him, giving him an open invitation to join them for some of their `guys nights'. He also found himself getting along well with Sweet Alyssum, the skunk charming him a fair bit with her high, kindly demeanor, as well as Daina, though she seemed to have hit it off more with Whitley then anyone else. He even managed to talk with Regiina a bit without feeling like prey stuck in a trap, which was a wonder for them.\n\nAs they all shuffled out, some half-drunk and the rest just a bit buzzed, divvying up cabs to return to their respective homes and apartments, Gregg found himself staring at the bit of paper with five new cellphone numbers written on it, each in a different handwriting. He was smiling, unable to help staring a bit at Cain's straight-lined, scratchy-written number.\n\n*\n\n~~~\n\n~~~* Break *~~~\n\n[b]Summer, 299 D.E.[/b]\n\nGregg stood in the apartment's kitchen, anxiously tapping his bare footpaw on the linoleum floor as he gazed over the assortment on the counter. The late afternoon sunlight poured in through the windows across from him, in the small space set up as a living room. Couch, love seat, lamp, television... all a bit old and worn, but in decent shape.\n\nThe feline cocked his head a bit, gazing at the drinks and snacks he'd gotten out. ``I don't know... does it look like enough?'' he asked, calling a bit loud, peering down the nearby hallway into the rest of the apartment.\n\n``Sure, sure, looks fine,'' Whitley chimed, striding down the hall as Gregg looked. They were dressed in a nice button-up shirt in a slightly lavender-adjacent color, their slacks adorned with a silver chain from one belt loop to one on the back of their waist. A few bracelets adorned their wrists, some dark and plain, a few others colorful and pastel.\n\nGregg cocked an eyebrow. ``Are you... going somewhere?'' he asked, gesturing to the oddly put-together attire. \n\nThe hyena flashed a grin, adjusting their half-rolled sleeve. ``Oooh, just goin' on a little date... With that cute dalmatian gal your buddy Cain is friends with,'' they stated, cackling lightly.\n\nThe hairless cat sighed, bringing a hand up to his face. ``Are you seriously ditching me tonight to go hook up with some cutesy dalmatian?''\n\n``Absolutely.''\n\n``... Fine,'' Gregg huffed, lowering his hand. Then, nodding to the set-up on the counter, he asked, ``Seriously, does that look okay? I've... I mean, I've never HOSTED friends before. Two sleepovers when we were 12 are about as close as I ever got.''\n\n``Aww, the sleepovers,'' Whitley sighed, bringing a paw to their chest wistfully. ``So much pizza, so many sodas... So many late-night blow-``\n\n``God, would you just tell me if this looks like enough shit?'' Gregg half-snapped, slapping the cackling hyena's shoulder. His cheeks were getting pink, and he huffed, admitting, ``I just wanna make a good impression, okay? Seriously, help me out.''\n\nThe hyena rolled their eyes. Looking at the assembly, they hummed, then nodded. ``You can get out the beer from the back of the fridge too, I don't mind sharing one night,'' they pointed out, gesturing to the fridge. ``Plus, those guys seem like beer drinkers.''\n\n``Fair... point,'' Gregg nodded, thankfully. He went to the fridge, opening it and digging for the mostly-full case of beer.\n\n``Kay, I'm gonna run!''\n\n``Use condoms!''\n\n``Pfft, bold of you to assume I'm gonna top tonight!'' Whitley chimed back, waving at the door as they slipped out. ``Seeya!''\n\nThe door shut, and Gregg exhaled, setting the beers on the counter. \n\nHopefully the guys wouldn't expect TOO much out of him...\n\nIn time, they all arrived together, admitting to having done some car-pooling to avoid too much traffic. Fides led the group, greeting the feline with a big, back-creaking hug that left him a bit more breathless then he expected, sagging as the raccoon entered the small apartment and went for the small living room area. Kaiden followed him up, flashing a toothy grin at the fellow feline, the two sharing a quick hand-shake; even after a bit over a year, he still wasn't too sure about his step-sister's husband. Cain, though...\n\nGregg found himself pausing, smiling dopily up at the blocky-muzzled canine as he stepped in, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. ``H- Hey, Cain!'' the cat greeted, extending a paw, then hesitating, as he wasn't sure exactly what kind of greeting the dog might go for.\n\nCain smiled back, slipping his paws from his jacket and, to Gregg's blushing pleasure, leaning down for a casual embrace. His arms gave the cat a squeeze, Gregg slipping his own around the big canine's sturdy waist, before parting, Cain setting his big paws on the feline's narrow shoulders. ``Good to see you again, man,'' he nodded, flashing a toothy grin.\n\n``Likewise!'' Gregg agreed, still warm in the face as he stepped aside and gesturing Cain inside. ``Oh, come on in! It, uh, looks like Fides and Kaid are already getting into the beer, heh.''\n\nThe dog nodded, stepping inside, Gregg shutting the door behind him and moving to follow.\n\nThe living room area was small, a three-walled space across from the kitchen area with a set of big, high-set windows on the wall letting in light, a three-person couch shoved back against one wall, a television atop a small entertainment system across from it, a coffee table in the middle of the room, a smaller recliner and a shelf of movies and books shoved further back.\n\nFides, a beer in hand, had settled at one end of the couch, his ample rump sagging into the soft cushions. ``Ah,'' he sighed, finishing a swig of the cheap beer. ``Not the best, but damn, you have good taste, Gregg!''\n\n``Heh, it's not mine, actually,'' Gregg admitted, watching as Kaiden opted to sit on the carpeted floor, the youngest of the group clearly not minding doing so as he snatched a beer and cracked it open. ``Whitley let me borrow their beer; I'll have to pay them back, but it should be fine.''\n\n``Oh, yeah, where are they? I kinda assumed they'd join us,'' Cain admitted, crossing around to the recliner, grabbing a beer for himself.\n\nGregg stepped past Fides, going for the other end of the couch, right next to Cain's chair. ``They had a `hot date'. Oh, with that friend of yours, Daina, actually,'' he added, choosing not a beer, but one of the sodas. He... wasn't much of a drinker, most days.\n\nThe pitbull grinned toothily at that. ``Oh, reallyyyy?'' he mused, chuckling. ``Well, here's hoping Whit knows what they're getting into. That girl can be a LOT to handle...''\n\n``I'm sure that's why you broke up with her,'' Fides cut in. ``A lot to handle, surely...''\n\n``As it happens, there wasn't much of a `break up','' the dog countered, jabbing a finger past Gregg at the raccoon. ``We just kinda... stopped dating. But, she's still fun in the sack.''\n\nThe group continued chatting, not really paying attention to the TV as it played some rerun sports game. Gregg was enough of a casual fan to have had an interest when it was new, but he certainly didn't mind that the fun seemed more circled around them all shooting the shit, eating and drinking.\n\n``Oh, so,'' Cain said, perking up in his seat, turning to Kaiden on the floor nearby. ``I heard about the kid! Congrats to you and Regiina, you most be so excited,'' he chimed, smiling at the panther.\n\nThe black-furred younger male grinned, nodding happily and bringing a paw to the back of his head in mild embarrassment. ``Oh, yeah, it's amazing! I- I mean, I never really thought I'd have cubs, but now I'm a DAD. It's... weird. But, man, little Caesar is adorable...''\n\n``Oh, I know, I saw the pics Regiina was passing around last month,'' Fides added, a smile under his bushy grey-furred mustache. ``Cute little bugger... You're lucky he took after his mom, obviously.''\n\n``Ha! Jerk,'' the panther let out a bark of laughter, before throwing a playful punch at the bigger man's leg, about as high as he could reach. The raccoon let out a good-natured laugh, the others joining in. ``I'm just glad to not have to deal with `pregnant' Regiina anymore. Oof, if she's rough around the edges normally, she was... razor-sharp those last few months.''\n\n``Rough,'' Gregg agreed, nodding. Then, he gave a sly smirk, adding warningly, ``Though, you always might have another.''\n\n``Uggh. Don't remind me,'' Kaiden half-groaned. Before adding, more lightly, ``Though... It WOULD be nice for Caesar to have a little brother or sister... I mean, I was an only child, and it always felt kinda lonely, right?''\n\n``I don't know,'' Gregg shrugged, the hairless cat fingering at his can of soda. ``I mean, I was an only child for a while, before my mom married Regiina's dad and I ended up with step-siblings. It was... a rough transition.''\n\n``I mean, I had a big sister,'' Fides noted. ``It was kinda nice... kinda difficult. We fought a lot, but it was good some days, when we could work together, heh.''\n\nTheir eyes turned towards Cain slowly. The pitbull, not catching on immediately, sipped his beer, glancing back at them in turn. Then, he blinked. ``Huh?''\n\nKaiden gestured urgingly to the canine, chuckling softly. ``Bud, your turn.''\n\n``Turn? Oh!'' Cain sat up, flushing a bit. ``I mean... I don't know. I was an only child too, and I even grew up in the city, but... I'm not sure if that was a rough upbringing, or if I just had a bad hand as a kid. My first real friends were a bunch of shitty punks, I kept getting in trouble or starting it, my grandpa was out working most of the day...''\n\n``Oof, buzzkill,'' the panther admitted, frowning. Then, realizing that that may have come across more... RUDE then he meant, he lowered his head and added weakly, ``Er, sorry.''\n\n``Eh, it's long past...''\n\n``Still,'' Gregg agreed, leaning over and setting a paw on Cain's knee. The dog gave him a light, thankful smile, and he nodded back. \n\nThey were quiet a moment, sitting on the previous exchange. After a short time, however, Fides took a sip of beer, gulped, and spoke up, ``Well, uh... speaking of having cubs!''\n\nThe others jumped at the declaration.\n\n``Wait?''\n\n``Are you and Aly...?''\n\n``Did you-!?''\n\n``Ah, jeez, no, you weirdos,'' the raccoon dismissed, waving a paw and rolling his eyes at them as they settled back in their seats. ``I just meant that, y'know, we're all adults, we've probably THOUGHT about it at least. All getting about that age, at least, heh,'' he added teasingly, winking at the panther seated near him, who chuckled lightly. ``I mean, I know Aly and me have talked about it, a few times, actually.''\n\n``Really?'' Cain inquired, settling back in his seat, glad to be away from the subject of their own childhoods. Gregg could relate...\n\n``Really,'' Fides confirmed, chuckling. ``We both WANT cubs, eventually... at least one, maybe more. She, uh... seems a bit concerned about raising kids in the city, though, and I'm kinda in agreement; I think when it comes to be that time, we'd probably move somewhere quieter.''\n\n``Oh? And that's not just your dad whispering in your ear?'' Kaiden mused, chuckling.\n\nThe raccoon huffed, shooting a light scowl at the feline. ``... Maybe a little,'' he relented, grumbling under his breath about `stupid know-it-all cats'. ``Can't say he's wrong, though. I mean, I grew up in a nicely-sized town, and I LOVED it as a cub! I kinda think I'd want the same for my kids, too, y'know?''\n\n``I get that,'' Cain nodded. The raccoon gave him a look; the dog flushed, perhaps noting that of the three of them, he was the only who was both cub-free and partner-free. ``Ah, I mean... I dunno, I want a cub or two someday, yeah? Not really something I'm... YEARNING for or whatever, or that I think will complete me, but... Its just always been something I knew I wanted in my life, I guess.\n\n``Aaaand... I think I'd at least want to be living outside the city, maybe? Somewhere nearby where I can still work, and we can still see the sights that are here, but... Eh, growing up in the thick of it, around SO MUCH, it uh... pushed me in ways that I don't like, looking back.''\n\n``Fair,'' the panther nodded thoughtfully.\n\n``Hey, I already said I don't really like the idea of raising a kid in this city,'' Fides shrugged, chuckling. He took another sip of beer, adding, ``But, y'know, you're gonna have to commit to one of these gals we set you up with if you really want that. Or, uh, at least one of the guys.''\n\nGregg cut in lightly, ``Hey, you never know! He could adopt on his own, or surrogate or something.''\n\nFides opened his mouth to retort, but clearly had nothing, sighing. ``Well, what about you? Any interest in moving your kids to the city? Have `em and your dad closer while you work, or whatever?'' the raccoon inquired, looking at the hairless cat.\n\n``Ah,'' Gregg uttered, blinking. Somehow, he hadn't thought the conversation topic would hit him. He gulped, thinking a moment... ``I... don't know. Not having to spend so much time away from them would be nice, but... Eh, for now, I don't see myself changing things too much on them, or on myself. I'm not really sure WHAT my life might look like going forward, heh...''\n\nThe others nodded, clearly relating more than a little to the idea. Sure, Fides and Kaiden had spouses and growing families, but they were far from the types to assume their whole lives were laid out before them. \n\nCain, least of all.\n\nThe pitbull nodded, tapping his empty beer. ``No kidding... As much as having a cub is something I want sometime, not too sure I'd do it while my work is so tenuous.''\n\n``Could always quit the acting gig, focus on the bar,'' Fides pointed out, for what was clearly not the first time judging by the dog's low groan and slumping in his seat.\n\n``Uggh... I know, I know, but... I REALLY want acting to work out,'' he grumbled, though winced when he realized how much like a pouting cub he sounded. He still grumbled further, adding weakly, ``I mean, I've had a few good runs, here and there...''\n\nGregg, sympathetic to the canine's acting aspirations, once again reached out and set a paw on his leg, assuring, ``I'm sure you'll make it work... I mean, I saw you in that crime thriller flick from a few years ago, you were awesome! Way better than that hack in the lead role, ugh...''\n\nCain let out a bark of laughter, Kaiden and Fides chuckling along. ``Yes! God, that fuckin'... what was it, `Dog-Eat-Dog World'? Awful title, but my character was SICK.''\n\n``So, is that all it'll take?'' Fides half-teased, winking at the dog lightly. ``A few solid movie jobs, and you'll knock some dame up and have a puppy or two?''\n\n``Nah, nah,'' Cain dismissed, shuffling to sit back up in his seat. Gregg bit back a yelp of surprise when the big muscular pitbull tilted his gaze over to him, eyes meeting the feline's as he added, ``I'd... like to wait for the right person, first, too. That'd be the real deal-maker, cub wise, hehe.''\n\nGregg was quick to bring a paw up over his mouth, trying to hide the pink blooming on his cheeks. From the corner of his eye-averted gaze, he just saw the canine smirk at the reaction, but the other two didn't seem to notice, Kaiden teasing Cain in a mock-wistful voice about being such a romantic puppy-dog, while Fides let out a bark of laughter, the raccoon noting that a good partner did seem helpful.\n\nThey continued conversing a bit, until...\n\n``Oh! I was wondering,'' Kaiden perked from the floor, pointing a finger inquisitively at Gregg. The hairless feline blinked, surprised by the abrupt start. ``Hah, I uh... have sorta asked Regiina a few times, but never gotten a real answer... and feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up if its not something you wanna talk about, but...\n\n``So, uh, your cubs. Who was their mom? Or, moms?''\n\nGregg's eyes stayed wide, but now he blushed, ears tilting down as he averted his gaze. ``O- Oh...''\n\n``Kaid, for fucks sake,'' Fides groaned, slapping a paw over his face.\n\n``Oh, like you weren't curious!''\n\n``Yeah, duh, but I'm not such an asshole I'd come out and ASK that!'' the raccoon scolded, kicking a foot forward and hitting the panther in the stomach. He grunted, shoving the leg away.\n\nCain leaned over, setting a paw comfortingly on Gregg's shoulder. ``You... really don't have to talk about that,'' he assured, shaking his head lightly and offering a slight smile.\n\nGregg gazed back at the brown-eyed pitbull, and gulped. Still red in the face, he sighed, and said, ``N- No, it's... I mean, it's a valid question, I guess?'' He huffed, leaning back in his seat, Cain's paw falling from his shoulder as he did. ``Um... the thing is... their mom is, uhh... sorta me.''\n\nThe other three paused. Blinked a moment.\n\nFides got it first, making a silent `oh', and nodding understandingly.\n\nCain stared, cocked his head. Considered... and then his cheeks got warm as his eyes went wide. ``You... Ah. That's...''\n\n``I don't get it,'' Kaiden said, scratching at his head. ``Their mom is you? But...''\n\nGregg sighed, and sat back up, setting his paws on either side of his thighs. ``The thing is, I... er, don't have normal guy parts. I've got a, er... vagina,'' he explained shakily to the other feline, glancing at a blushing Cain and a slowly-nodding Fides on either side of him.\n\n``... Oh!'' the panther gaped, eyes wide. ``Oh... Oh, I feel like an ASSHOLE now.''\n\n``N- Nah, it's fine,'' Gregg assured, smiling weakly and waving the statement off. ``I mean, I was... probably gonna mention something about it at some point anyways, and... I don't really like `hiding' it from people, so... It's fine, really.''\n\n``S- Still, shit,'' the panther huffed lightly, lowering his head, ears down. ``That's, uh... I mean, I guess Regiina's weird roundabout answers make more sense, now, but... Uh, y'know, as your brother-in-law, I feel bad for bringing it up out of the blue like that. S- Sorry.''\n\nGregg shook his head, insisting, ``No, no, really! It's okay, Kaid. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And, like I said, I was trying to figure out how to mention it without making it a THING, but this works fine!'' The hairless cat chuckled a bit, forcing a wider smile then he really meant, feeling like his heart had stopped beating the instant it came up. \n\n``... Well, thanks for trusting us to know,'' Cain ultimately said, gathering himself as well. He hesitated with his hand a moment, then set it on Gregg's knee, squeezing lightly. ``Obviously, that doesn't change anything with us, right, guys?''\n\n``Course not!''\n\n``No way.''\n\n``See?'' the pitbull smiled, and Gregg couldn't help but smile back, relaxing some. ... And maybe unable to help a slight shiver of excitement at the weight of that strong, rough-padded hand on his leg, just beneath the edge of his shorts so he could feel it against his skin.\n\n``Right... Thanks, guys,'' he nodded, squirming uncomfortably. He glanced at Cain, who casually reclined back and took another sip of his drink. ``Uh... Now, something else to talk about, please?'' the cat half-begged, giving a weak chuckle.\n\nThe panther nodded, then got a confused look on his face. ``... Wait, if you were the one who gave birth then... who were the dads?''\n\n``Kaiden!''\n\n``Kaid! Shut up!''\n\n``What?!''\n\nOnce again, the evening passed. It got later and later, the group chatting, hanging out, watching a few movies and sports games.\n\nAt long last, Kaiden and Fides elected to head out and take a cab back to their respective homes, Cain opting to hang back to help clean up. Gregg tried not to blush at the offer, but he was pretty sure he let out a dopey giggle and an excited ``Okay!'' when the handsome pitbull had offered.\n\nWorking together, the two carried the garbage and left over snacks and drinks back into the kitchen. \n\nCain popped the fridge, starting to shove untouched soda cans in, while Gregg went to the garbage can, stuffing empty bags of chips and cans in, huffing in annoyance as it overfilled and struggled to squash down.\n\n``Ugh... stupid thing...''\n\n``Hey, Gregg?''\n\n``Hm?'' the cat inquired, perking up and turning to face the dog. The kitchen was so small, they were practically hip-to-hip, and he reflexively shifted to press his hip back against the counter behind him, affording as much space as he could. His cheeks were still warm as he looked up at the standing canine, who smiled and closed the fridge. ``Y- Yeah, Cain?''\n\n``So...'' he mused, leaning against the fridge door, his arms crossed against his broad chest. The pitbull gave a half-apologetic smile, chuckling weakly, ``W- Well, maybe I'm just kinda drunk, but uh... A- And its cool if not, obviously, I'm not gonna be weird about it...''\n\n``Heh, Cain,'' the cat let out an amused huff, shaking his head. ``Whatever it is, it's... probably fine? Just ask, man.''\n\nThe dog clapped his muzzle shut, and then flashed a smile. ``Hah, f- fair,'' he admitted, nodding. ``So, I was wondering... Could I go down on your pussy?''\n\nThe feline... stared, wide-eyed. His face burned hot, ears perked and red. He opened his mouth to reply, and a shaky squeak left his lips instead, immediately making him snap his head to the side and clasp a paw over his muzzle, stunned at his own reaction.\n\n``Ah, sorry, like I said, I'm kinda drunk, and just... curious, y'know? I mean, I've eaten pussy, it's fun, but never... uh, a GUY'S pussy, y'know? Er, but if that's weird, or gross, or, uh-``\n\n``NO!'' Gregg snapped in shock, lunging forward, both paws suddenly on the stammering dog's chest. ``Er, I mean,'' he said, staring up at those wide eyes of Cain's, ``I just... I- If you want, I guess...?''\n\n``... You sure?'' Cain asked, bringing a paw up to scratch at the edge of one of his cropped ears. He had a plain blush on his cheeks as he added, ``I mean, I'm just being dumb, I think...''\n\nThe cat gulped. Then, he shakily stepped back, removing his paws from Cain's chest and instead moving them to his own shorts, unbuttoning them swiftly. With the big dog's eyes on him, he clumsily dropped the shorts, then settled back in his underwear, paws resting on the edge of the counter. ``Um, here,'' he said, wincing slightly at his own clumsiness as he kicked the shorts out of the way, and hopped up, settling his rump on the smooth counter. It was cold, making him shiver slightly, but he relaxed a moment later, parting his legs wide.\n\nCain... stared, eyes wide and cheeks hot. His nub of a tail wagged, and he was developing a distinct bulge in his pants. ``F- Fuck...'' he huffed, licking his lips at the sight before him.\n\nGregg, blushing, reclined a bit, holding himself up with one hand behind him on the counter. The other slipped forward, his sleek T-shirt riding up high a bit from the movements so that it exposed a few inches of flat, pink-skinned belly. His long, slender legs extended out either direction, dangling at the knees over the ledge, his bare paw-toes curled slightly in the air as he sat on the counter. Face red, he dipped his fingers low, gently bunching up the soft material of his underwear, tugging it aside to expose himself.\n\nCain gulped. The slit was slightly puffy, vulva lips thick and meaty; there were more red-pink then the surrounding skin, a rosy shade that stood out starkly against his lighter skin, even where it darkened around his smooth groin. They didn't go down straight, the plump folds, swaying outwards twice before drooping back over each other, soft-looking and warm. At the apex of his entrance, the distinct figure of a surprisingly thick clitoris hung, arching down over his hole, a slight `hooding' of tan skin curling over the glans-like head.\n\n``Wow...'' the dog huffed, stepping closer, heart racing. He set a paw on Gregg's bare thigh, the cat shivering at the slight touch. He was salivating, a bit of drool building up at the corner of his lip as he rumbled softly, ``That looks... Fuck, man, that's a NICE looking cunt...''\n\nGregg huffed in amusement, and arousal, shifting his paw to tuck the front of his underwear more to the side, out of the way. It was a bit uncomfortable, but... ``Th- Thanks, Cain... \n\n``Mmf, now, c'mon, you said something about wanting to eat me out?''\n\nThe dog nodded, flashing a grin and hungry eyes up at the near-bottomless, exposed feline. ``Just lean back and let me work,'' he murred, winking. Then, he dipped down, shifting to his knees in the kitchen.\n\n``Ooh...'' Gregg murred, shivering as a hot, canid exhale rustled against his sensitive lips, toes curling reflexively. His tail flicked, as both of Cain's hands curled against his soft thighs, squeezing and urging them further apart, until he was tugging himself almost to the edge of the counter, panting softly. ``Ah... G- Go ahead, big guy...''\n\nCain licked his lips, eyes locked on that exposed pussy. He slipped forward, sniffed lightly, breath sending a shiver through the feline...\n\nThen, he extended his flat, dripping canid tongue, starting off with a long, teasing lick up along one side, dragging over the slightly rippling folds of vulva. He murred as he did, happily and deeply, rumbling against the sensitive cat slit, Gregg gasping softly at the gentle and eager touch of the dog's tongue.\n\nSlowly, Cain began slurping away, tilting his head left and right to adjust his angle, lapping at the warm, meaty folds. He didn't go inside yet, no; he just wanted to taste the cat's surface, to feel his lips against his tongue.\n\nThe dog tilted his head to one side, slipping his paw deeper and taking over holding the feline's underwear, dragging it to the side more firmly and pressing his snout between the cat's legs firmly. Gregg yelped, twitching, legs bumping into Cain's shoulders as the dog sniffed and tongued lightly, teasingly, his chest heaving. ``Ooh, g- god, Cain,'' he huffed, bucking his hips slightly against the blocky muzzle, wincing with stimulation as he gazed down at how the dog's snout scrunched against his soft pubic mound.\n\n``Mmf...'' the dog grunted, pausing briefly, licking his lips as he slipped back from the spit-glistening pussy. He hummed, glancing up at Gregg's blushing, pleased face, and dove back in, giving a long, sloppy lick from taint to clit.\n\n``Aaah...'' Gregg groaned, toes splayed as the canine man sampled the taste of his arousal. His tail swayed, his body trembling slightly as he was lapped at messily. His now-free hand slid up that long, sturdy snout, finally resting at the larger male's ears, gently curling around one for purchase as he was eaten out. ``G- Good boy... Mm... G- Good puppy...'' he panted, shuddering and leaking against the broad, slick tongue.\n\nCain's hands hooked against those slender, quivering thighs, murring lustfully as he licked all over the surface of that plump feline pussy. \n\nDull claws pressed into soft flesh, canid fangs barely grazed sensitive folds, muzzle soaked with saliva and arousal. That slick tongue slurped, then pressed... slipping between his soft folds, the cat shaking and whimpering as it pushed into his depths. \n\nHe squirmed, panting heavily, the wet sounds of Cain tonguing and kissing and suckling on his plump pussy filling the feline's ears. His clit ached, standing more erect, grinding against the dog's dark, round nose, sensitive tingles of pleasure racing up his spine each time the canine pressed his snout firmly against his pubic mound.\n\n``Oooh... C- Cain...'' he whined, toes curling, legs quivering.\n\nHe clenched on the softly-intruding tongue, feeling it squirming in and out slightly, the dog murring against his cunt as he worked at it. It caressed his slick, sensitive insides, electricity racing up his spine as heat bloomed in his belly, tension winding tight.\n\nSlowly, Cain withdrew, dragging out of the hole, lustfully panting as he broke his deep, slobbery kiss with the warm, pink folds. He gave a groan, his hot breath brushing against the glistening flesh, Gregg's fingers curling against his short-cropped ear. The dog panted softly a moment, then leaned back in, maw opening wide to slot around the plump, smooth pubic mound to drive his tongue in as deep as he could get it, curling and pressing and lapping hungrily as his sharp teeth pressed against the sensitive skin.\n\n``G- God, Cain...'' the cat whimpered, chest heaving. He was gushing in the canine's maw, able to hear the other male thickly gulping down his arousal every few moments. The thick muzzle around his groin forced his legs further apart, his entire body alight. ``I- I'm... Ah... C- Cain, I'm gonna...''\n\nThe canine didn't stop. If anything, he grew more aggressive, growling slightly as he continued to lick, tongue, thrust, slurp, stretch... His fangs sharp against Gregg's soft skin, his lips warm and measured, his tongue slick and eager...\n\n``Aah...'' Gregg whined, eyes slipping shut, squirming on the counter as he was eaten out. ``S- So... Mmf, kee- keep going...'' he purred heavily, leaning over the dog's large head, legs quivering on either side of the canine. ``K- Keep... Ooh, fuck...'' he shuddered, biting his lip, tail gone stock-straight, trembling as much as the rest of him.\n\nHeat built, as that slick canid tongue worked almost rhythmically against his leaking, desperate cunt. His heart raced, his breathing hitched, he was so, so, so-\n\n``Gaah!'' he yelped, limbs tensing, fingers tightening around both of the dog's ears. He exhaled sharply, jaw dropping as he panted heavily, spurting messily all over the muzzle between his legs. The canine's snout was soaked in a second, spurting messy climax gushing over his furry face, surging heavily. ``F- Fuck! Fuck...''\n\nCain kept licking, almost encouragingly `milking' the feline's climax as he whimpered, face red with overstimulation. His toes splayed, quivering in the air, as his sensitive folds were licked at, no longer deep-thrusting probing; the bulky canine had returned to those inch-or-two deep laps, caressing his vulva and entrance repeatedly. His grip on those soft, trembling thighs loosened, one hand even encouragingly stroking at his leg, urging him through his abrupt, starry-eyed orgasm.\n\n``Ooh... Oh... G- God...'' Gregg panted heavily, slowly collecting himself. \n\nHe gave a whimper, flinching as the canid tongue gave him a long, lip-parting lick. Cain then gave his freshly-milked pussy a loving kiss, brushing his tongue at that soft, slick entrance, before parting, face slimy and glistening with slobber and feline climax.\n\nHe licked his lips, humming happily at the taste, eyes tilting up to meet Gregg's, warm and soft. ``Mmm... You taste better than I expected, kitty...'' he rumbled.\n\nGregg flushed, shakily removing his paws from the dog's ears. ``Ah- S- Sorry, about the ears,'' he said, clumsily leaning back again, setting his paws behind himself. He whimpered softly, flinching as his groin tingled and near-ached. ``F- Fuck...''\n\n``No worries, I'm used to it,'' the dog assured, licking his lips again. He released the feline's underwear, letting it slip back over his messy groin. Immediately, the soft cloth was soaked.\n\nThe feline stared a moment, red-faced and mildly light-headed. ``... You uh... are really good at that, apparently,'' he huffed, giving a light chuckle. Then, without thinking, he slipped a hand forward and gave Cain's blocky head a light pat. ``Heh... Good pup.''\n\n``Mm... Pup, huh?'' the pitbull murred, still kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of his groin, gazing up at him. He lazily brought a hand up, using two fingers to smear some of the mess from his furry snout and tuck the digits between his lips. Gregg watched, a shiver running up his spine in his excitement, as the dog audibly slurped and gulped, removing the spit-cleaned fingers from his maw.\n\n``Heh... Definitely a good little pussy-eating puppy,'' Gregg purred back, tail starting back into a swaying motion. ``Gonna have to get you to do that more often.''\n\n``Oh, I'd be happy t-``\n\nThe door clicked, and swung open. From where they were, they were in plain view as the `intruder' opened it.\n\n``Hey, Gregg, I- Whoa!''\n\n``... Wow!''\n\nGregg flushed, gazing back behind himself through the kitchen `window' at the front door. Whitley stood in the entryway, staring a moment, and then grinning toothily as they took in the sight of Gregg near-bottomless on the kitchen counter, with Cain's big, blocky head peaking up from between his legs. Just behind them, wearing a baby blue top and black short-shorts, was Daina, who'd broken into a similar grin.\n\n``Aw, good for you Cain, getting your snout wet!'' she cheered, the dalmatian giving a light clap for her friend. The other dog blushed hotly, averting his gaze, almost trying to hide behind Gregg's middle.\n\n``Damn, you work FAST,'' Whitley chuckled, shaking their head, slipping an arm around Daina's shoulders. ``Well, hey, if you two wanna fool around...''\n\n``Ooh, totally!'' the girl chimed, ears perking and a smile on her slender muzzle.\n\n``N- No!''\n\n``I, er- I should go, sorry, I-``\n\nGregg and Cain both stammered out apologies and refusals, the entering duo letting out matching laughs. ``Fine, fine!'' Whitley dismissed, waving a paw. ``Well, in that case, me and the pretty pooch here are gonna go back to my room... Offer still stands if you wanna join in later, this gal is INSATIABLE,'' they added, winking at their blushing roommate, the two stepping around the kitchen area, heading down the nearby hallway towards the bedrooms.\n\nBefore they passed fully, Whitley paused, glancing over their shoulder. ``Oh, and Gregg? Good on you for getting out there again! I know it's been a bit, heh,'' the chimed to their friend.\n\nGregg, still red-faced, half-hiding his face behind both hands, sighed. Then, though, he gave a soft smile, glancing down at the equally-embarrassed pitbull still kneeling in front of him. ``... Thanks. He's, uh... a cool guy.''\n\nWhitley gave a thumbs up, then was promptly yanked by the shirt collar down the hall by Daina's deft paws. The two let out a playful laugh together, and then the door to Whitley's bedroom shut.\n\nThe two in the kitchen remained frozen a moment.\n\nThen, bashful, Cain stammered weakly, ``I, er, should... really, probably get going. Um, thanks, for...''\n\nGregg, relaxed a bit from being caught, gave the dog a smile, before reaching a paw down to him. The pitbull took it, getting some help standing up, rising to his full frame and looming high and broad in front of the lanky, counter-seated feline. Gregg chuckled lightly, saying, ``Thanks, Cain... For, y'know, being cool about the `guy with a pussy' thing... And, uh...''\n\n``For... eating you until until you came so hard you got light headed?'' Cain slowly offered, cracking a toothy grin.\n\n``Heh. Right, that,'' Gregg nodded. ``... You sure you don't wanna just... spend the night? Er, not like, WITH me, with me, that is, I just meant on the couch, unless...''\n\nCain chuckled at that, and nodded. ``Yeah, that's... The couch, that is, would be fine. The other thing, heh, maybe another time when my breath doesn't smell like beer and pussy,'' he decided, nodding.\n\nGregg resisted the temptation to admit that those were not deal-breakers for him. \n\nInstead, he shakily hopped off the counter, not bothering to put his shorts back on. Dipping into the apartment's closet, he retrieved a few spare blankets and pillows, handing them to the diligently-waiting Cain in the living room. He couldn't help but pause, watching for a moment as the pitbull laid out a blanket on top of the cushions for comfort, shoving the two pillows and squishing them up against one arm rest for him to rest his head on.\n\n``This should work,'' the dog nodded, turning to face him with a light smile.\n\n``Cool, cool,'' the cat nodded, fidgeting his paws in front of himself. He gulped. ``Um... have a nice night. Let me or Whitley- Er, maybe just let me know, if you need anything.''\n\nThe canine's smile didn't drop, as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and leaned down. To Gregg's warm-face surprise, he pressed a light kiss to the feline's smooth cheek, just a quick, soft peck.\n\nStanding back up, Cain smiled down at him warmly. ``Goodnight, Gregg.''\n\n``... Night,'' Gregg returned, smiling up at him. \n\nHe slipped back almost reluctantly, moving to head down the hall, unable to take his eyes off the canine who casually turned and moved to settle on the couch. Gregg exhaled shakily, averting his gaze, heading down the hall towards his bedroom.\n\nThrough the opposite door, he could just hear mixed moaning, grunting, and wet, squelching noises.\n\nThe cat blushed, and huffed. \n\n``I swear to fucking god if you two keep me up...'' he grumbled near-silently at Whitley and Daina, before stepping into his own bedroom. The door closed, the apartment falling quiet as the two settled in for the night... quiet, at least, except for the ongoing sexual noises from Whitley's room.\n\nThankfully, they kept it down.\n\n*\n\n~~~\n\n~~~* Break *~~~\n\nCain and Gregg continued fooling around.\n\nIt was just something casual, they'd both insist. But, every now and then, one or the other would send some text or make some phone call, wondering if they could `hang out' in private.\n\nMore and more, it became regular. From random gaps in their sexual exploration together, to a few times a month, to nearly once a week. Both of them noticed the increase in frequency, the drifting away from other partners and play.\n\nNot fully, of course. Neither of them were the types to be fully monogamous even in the best if situations, really.\n\nBut it was rare that Gregg found himself returning to the same person so frequently, so regularly, so... eagerly. Even his time with Whitley had always just been something light.\n\nGregg... tried not to get his hopes up. \n\nHe'd had his fair share of crushes, and he was VERY sure his feelings for Cain had become a genuine attraction and attachment. But... at the same time, he was unsure how the pitbull saw him. Were they friends who fooled around? Was it all just a step above masturbation, just indulging in another for the sake of sexual release? Did Cain feel the same lightness in his belly, the same fluttering in his chest, when they met, and touched one another?\n\nWhen they kissed... Gregg sometimes felt a twinge of worry. Did the muscular canine even think the same things as him?\n\n`Kiss me longer...'\n\n`Hold me closer...'\n\n`Touch me more...'\n\n`Whisper my name again...'\n\nFor the most part, he tried not to think about it. Tried not to let himself get carried away, fantasizing about... domestic comfort, or plain devotion, or anything of the type.\n\nSome nights, after they'd slept together, bodies still wet with sweat and tied-off condom cast aside, half-laying together... Gregg found himself staring at the near-asleep dog, panting lightly beside him. The question on his lips, almost at the end of his tongue, nearly calling the other male's name...\n\n[b]Exact Start of 300 D.E.[/b]\n\n``Happy new year!''\n\nLittle hand-held confetti poppers burst in the air, scattering tiny scraps and strings overhead in the big, comfortable apartment. On the television playing at the head of the room, scenes from another city displayed the annual event, showing cheering folks of all kinds on the streets.\n\nInside the room, over a dozen people drank, partied, and cheered.\n\nGregg, laughing, had been swiftly snatched up by Cain from behind, the big muscular pitbull hooking his arms around the lanky cat's chest and pressing a teasing few kisses to his cheek. ``Happy new year, scrawny!'' he cheered in his friend's ear, making him cackle louder while trying to keep his can of cheap beer from spilling.\n\n``Yeah, yeah!'' Gregg shouted over the din of the apartment, barely able to hear his heartbeat pulsing heavily in his ears. He gave Cain's forearm a light smack with his free hand, ordering him, ``Now put me down, you big lug! Or I'm calling Whitley!''\n\n``Aww, good luck with that,'' Cain chuckled, though he did set his smaller friend down on his feet again. Gregg turned to face him, standing very close to the big dog, smiling up at him and holding his drink with both hands. ``Pretty sure I saw them and Daina fooling around on the porch... and the couch... and then dragging each other off to one of the bedrooms half-dressed, hehe.''\n\n``Ugh, that dog,'' Gregg rolled his eyes, grinning.\n\n``Right? And here I was hoping to drag her off myself,'' the pitbull sighed jokingly, a paw settling on Gregg's side lightly. \n\nThe feline resisted a shudder, licking his lips. ``Well...'' he mused, purring slightly as he fingered at the rim of his can. ``If you wanted to get dragged off to a bedroom THAT bad...''\n\nCain flashed a grin down at him, toothy and dorky and too cute for his own good. ``Yeah...?'' he murred back, leaning down a bit, his blocky snout so close to Gregg's furless face that he could feel the larger male's hot breath on his skin.\n\nGregg gulped. Then, he firmly set his can on the nearby counter, and reached his hands out to grab Cain's hand, giving it a tug. ``C'mon, big guy,'' he urged, taking a step backwards.\n\n``Lead the way, cutie...''\n\nThe cat's ears were burning hotly as he turned and, still holding onto Cain's hand, dragged the big dog out of the big `party' room and towards one of the offshoot hallways of the big apartment. He'd been around Kaiden and Regiina's place enough to know which way led to the guest rooms, having stayed a few nights after `guys nights'.\n\nThus, he had no trouble heading towards one, and giving the door a quick knock. After a second and no call from inside, Gregg pushed the door open to reveal a dark bedroom, nicely furnished well enough but plain. He snapped the light on as he passed through the threshold, still dragging an amicable Cain behind him, the scarred black dog chuckling lightly as he stepped inside, Gregg finally relinquishing his big paw.\n\n``So...'' Cain hummed, stepping to the side of the door and nudging it shut behind himself, pressing the lock shut without looking away from the slender cat standing in front of him.\n\nGregg, blushing hotly, nodded. He wore one of his nice button-up shirts, as well as a long-sleeved undershirt; those would be a pain to remove for what he wanted, so instead his paws went right for his own belt buckle, undoing it, unzipping his pants, and, facing away from Cain, bending down to shove them to his ankles. He was sure to give his long, hairless tail a playful flick upwards, flagging it upwards to present both his puckered, red-rimmed tailhole, as well as the bottom edge of his already-moist pussy.\n\nHe stood, letting the shirt hang down over his pelvis, though his raised tail kept the back of it from fully hiding his rump. Peering back at Cain, he smiled lightly.\n\nThe big dog was pressed back against the door, a bulge plain in his jeans as he stared lovingly and lustfully at the hairless cat. There was a redness to his blocky snout, and a dazedness to his eyes, but also a focus and a need that made Gregg's heart race in his chest. ``Fuck...'' the canine huffed, licking his lips excitedly as his bulging erection twitched, visibly wetting a small spot on his pants.\n\n``Heh...'' Gregg hummed lightly, turning and striding up close, closing the distance between them. He practically lay his chin on the big canine's broad chest, gazing up at him with wide eyes and an eager smile. One deft paw slipped fingers under the edge of Cain's jeans, tugging lightly, while the other moved to cup the hot, turgid bulge of his cock. He could feel it throb through the cloth against his hand, making the feline shiver and purr, ``Wanna get out of all that, big guy...?''\n\n``Fuck yes,'' Cain huffed hotly, the exhale pouring over Gregg's face. \n\nThe dog's hands went for the edge of his sleeveless shirt, tucking his chin down and to the side as he began to pull it up from his broad, muscular belly. While Cain did that, Gregg gazed down intently at the man's pants, and his bulge, unbuckling and unzipping them swiftly. He could feel hot arousal dripping down the inside of his thigh already, the low-hanging cloth of his shirt brushing against his aching clit as he shoved the pitbull's jeans down to expose a pair of form-fitting boxer shorts.\n\n``Mmf, fuck,'' Cain huffed huskily, dragging his shirt up past his clipped ears, tossing the garment aside. Free, his hands went to Gregg's shoulders, one grasping up high on his arm, the other curling around the back of his neck. ``G- Gregg... Fuck...''\n\n``I know, puppy...'' Gregg purred, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the larger male's bare chest, peering up at him. The dog shuddered at the feeling, especially as the hairless cat began lightly pawing at his firm bulge, standing out straight and straining the material of his underwear. He even gave the scarred pitbull a long, loving lick up one pec, sure to swirl his tongue against the sensitive, erect pink nub of his nipple. The taste of salty sweat tingled on his tongue as he sighed warmly, ``You taste so good, big boy...''\n\nCain let out a whimper, head tilting back against the door, fingers curling lightly against the feline's body. His jeans had slipped down to his ankles with nothing to hold them up, and he shakily took one step out of them, his broad paws curling against the carpeted floor.\n\nGregg gave his chest another long, teasing slurp, eyes closed to savor the man's sweaty flavor, a shudder running down his spine and making his tail flick, his pussy drip a bit heavier. He purred, ears flicking as Cain groaned out in pleasure again, his paws lightly stroking at the shape of that thick, canine cock in his underwear, still not letting it out.\n\nTrembling and leaking precum through his boxers, Cain huffed and panted, squirming against the door as the lithe feline kissed and licked his chest, pawed at the shape of his throbbing knotted cock, feeling its already-swollen knot pulse against his fingers. At the same time, Gregg's toes curled against the floor, his tail flicking and his cunt wet and aching, arousal dripping down his thighs as his sensitive clit stood hard and brushed against his shirt's edge. Panting, hot and heavy, filled the room as the cat explored his friend's body, tonguing at his chest, pawing at his cock, inhaling his strong, earthy scent...\n\n``Grr, fuck!'' Cain groaned, bucking his hips against Gregg's hands. \n\nThe cat yelped as suddenly, the dog slipped his arms down and hooked them around his waist, lifting him off the floor and yanking him against that spit-slathered chest of scars, pulling him close. ``Mmf, fuck, Gregg,'' the dog growled lustily, grinding his bulging cock against the cat's groin, feeling its heat and moisture as the feline clumsily slipped his legs around the other male's hips for purchase, moaning lustfully as his bare cunt ground against the canine's underwear bulge.\n\n``Ah, Cain-``\n\nGregg's moan was cut off as, abruptly, the dog's lips met his. Cain murred, hugging the slender feline against his broad chest, one hand curling fingers between his bare ass cheeks, the other clinging to his back, as he kissed the other male deeply.\n\nTaking a step forward, Cain continued the lustful kiss, his broad canine tongue pushing into the feline's maw with ease. Slobber dripped down their chins, eyes closed as the big dog shuffled steadily towards the nearby bed. His fingers curled and pressed, slipping passed the slender cat's sweat-moist tailhole, easily surging inside and making him whimper and clench on the intruding digits. Their tongues mingled, their arms and hands curled against each other, their aching, needy sex separated by only a flimsy wall of cotton.\n\nCain stumbled the last step, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, curling his tongue against Gregg's and fingering the cat's asshole steadily, working two fingers all the way up to the knuckles in his guts. Then, abruptly, he tipped the smaller male forward and dumped him onto the bed.\n\nAdmittedly, it caught him off guard. Gregg tumbled, landing with a surprised `oomf', his legs spread and his shirt tucked up high enough to expose his red-lipped cunt, slimy with clear arousal. His muzzle was slathered with dog spit, and he blinked in confusion for a moment, panting. Then, he let out a laugh, tilting his head back and bringing his paws up to cover his face, legs trembling but making no move to hide his hole from the looming Cain.\n\nWho, it turned out, also couldn't help but laugh. He slipped a hand forward, gripping Gregg's knee, and murred, ``Sorry, cutie... Mmf... Just couldn't stand any more of that FUCKING teasing...''\n\n``S- Sorry, hehe,'' Gregg smiled, grinning up at the larger male. His tail swayed, slipping between Cain's spread legs, right beneath his thickened bulge.\n\nThe dog licked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of Gregg's lips still on them. ``No need to be sorry... Normally, I like a little teasing, but FUCK, right now I just wanna breed you...''\n\nGregg found himself purring, toes curling. Breed him... Fuck, that sounded really good, but, ``Mm, as good as that sounds, handsome... Unless you're ready for some puppies, better scrounge up a condom... Or just use my tailhole, heh,'' he added, winking up at the canine.\n\nCain huffed, almost a whine on his lips. But, he nodded, admitting, ``I didn't think I'd be getting lucky tonight, to be honest, so no condoms... But, I can HAPPILY dump a load in your cute ass, kitty-cat.''\n\nShuddering at the lewd words, Gregg nodded, tucking his legs up higher until they were up against his clothed chest, slipping one arm around the back of his knees, the other going down low to grasp one of his plump, smooth ass cheeks. His asshole, slightly loosened from the earlier fingering, winked at the larger male as well, as Gregg purred, ``Then get over here, big guy, fuck... Mmf, a- and finger my pussy while you do...''\n\nCain nodded. He set one paw up on the other side of his friend's hip, thumb hooking deep against his body to spread his slick, needy pussy folds. The other shoved his boxers down, letting his fat dog cock spring free, bouncing and dripping from his hips.\n\nGregg gulped, his cunt quivering at the sight of it. God, how could a cock look so good...?\n\nMaybe a litter of puppies would be worth feeling that thing swelling up, pumping deep into his needy womb-\n\nNope! Well, yes, FUCK yes, that sounded amazing, but... Gregg shook his head briefly, trying to clear out those thoughts. Damn, he already had two kids he could barely take care of.\n\nNow naked, Cain huffed hotly, his broad black-furred chest heaving. He set a knee forward on the bed, making it sag with his weight, Gregg shuddering as he felt the man's thigh touch his rump. Reflexively, the cat's lithe little tail curled, slipping possessively around the pitbull's thigh, coiling slightly as he clambered up to kneel on the bed right beneath Gregg, his fat dog cock bouncing and smacking hotly against his groin, making the feline shiver and purr needily.\n\nCain huffed, grasping both the base of his swollen canine dick, and his friend's rump, helping spread his puckered, well-used asshole as he peered down at it and the slick pussy above. ``Mm... Sure I can't just use your pussy? I bet I could pull out before I cum, heh,'' the dog mused, using his paw to smear and grind his sweaty canid prick against the other male's vulva.\n\nThe warm folds brushed and grazed against that hard dog cock, and Gregg whimpered, toes curling and splaying as he let out a shaky moan. ``Ooh, fuck... M- Mmf, j- just fuck my ass already, Cain... We both know you love me too damn much to pull out before you cum.''\n\nThe dog huffed, smiling, and nodded. ``That's true...''\n\nHe froze. Had Gregg just said...? And Cain had agreed. He gulped as Cain drew his hips back, and he could almost picture those muscular ass cheeks relaxed and nubby tail waggling as he lined himself up...\n\n``I- I...'' Gregg huffed, biting his lip, face red as he felt that tapered doggy tip kiss his anus, the ring opening easily from plenty of use over his lifetime. He clenched on it as the first inch pushed inside, slick canid precum lubricating the way... ``I love you too...''\n\nCain bucked, a light growl leaving his throat as he shoved a good few inches into the cat, making his head tilt back and back arch as it thrust into his bowels good and rough. His tail curled a bit tighter, and his raised legs trembled. Then, he processed the words, blinking, and then smiling softly as, dick still impaled in the cat's rump, he reached his now-freed hand up to Gregg's face, cupping his cheek. ``... You love me?''\n\n``... You kinda said it first, a second ago,'' Gregg flushed, gazing up at that handsome, blocky face, the scars only adding to his alluring visage. He gulped. ``T- Technically...''\n\nCain grinned, then, grasping Gregg's hip to keep him steady, worked his cock in deeper. Gregg whimpered, eyes flicking shut and lips falling apart into a low moan of ecstasy as steadily, ten inches of dog cock slipped up into his well-stretched guts, his clitoris twitching and a little reflexive spurt of fluids burbling from his red-lipped pussy.\n\nOnly when that thick, hot knot pressed up against his rim, straining the already-aching feline asshole, did Cain set his paw up beside Gregg's head, leaning down so they were nose-to-nose once again. His smile met Gregg's stunned, panting face.\n\n``... I do love you, Gregg,'' Cain agreed, leaning in for a second kiss. Gregg purred heavily, leaning up to meet his lips.\n\nIt was... different. Different from the lustful, needy makeout they'd had earlier, over the past few months. More... tender, and loving, and deliberate. When he felt Cain's tongue brush against his fangs, it felt purposeful, testing, understanding... When the dog's long canines nipped briefly at his lower lip, it wasn't a frantic move, but a bit teasing, intent...\n\nWith most of the man's cock buried in his bowels, the two males made out on the bed, kissing softly and worshipfully. Trying to engrain one another's taste and feel into their minds forever, like they could make the moment last... last an eternity-\n\n`KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!'\n\n``Gah!'' Cain cried out, snapping his head up at the same time as Gregg yelped in shock. He... might have accidentally bitten Cain's lip harder then he'd meant to.\n\n``Gregg? Youuuu in there?'' a voice called, a bit drunkenly slurring but nothing too bad. It sounded like... Fides?\n\nThe feline, red-faced and wide-eyed, blinked a moment. Then, processing, still holding his legs up out of the way as Cain's fat knotted cock throbbed under his tail in time with his pulse, Gregg stammered, ``I- I am, y- yeah! Um, er, is something... F- Fuck, is something wrong?''\n\n``Nah, nah, just... *hic*, just wonderin' where ya got off to... Any idea where Cain is?'' the portly raccoon called through the door. ``He disappeared too, weird...''\n\nGregg sighed, rolling his eyes, and smiled up at Cain. The pitbull huffed, then leaned his head back and called to the door, ``Yeah, I'm right here, bud. We're uh... kind in the middle of something right now...'' His dick pulsed inside Gregg, and the feline reflexively clenched on it, squirming slightly as hot canid pre poured into his bowels.\n\n``Oh. Ooooh! Haha, gotcha. Okay, you two have fun... Play safe!'' Fides called through the door, giving it a tap.\n\nCain huffed, turning his brown-eyed gaze back down at Gregg, who was fighting back a laugh. ``I'm already knot-deep in your ass right now, what more does he want?'' the pitbull teased, shifting back to leaning over the slender feline.\n\n``Hey, you're the dork with no condom,'' Gregg teased back breathlessly, winking. His tail twitched, wrapped around Cain's leg, and he urged, ``N- Now c'mon... as cute as the kiss was, if I don't cum in the next few minutes, I'm gonna clit-fuck your muzzle until you're drowning in my fucking mess.''\n\nThe pitbull blinked, then murred salaciously, leaning down for a kiss that Gregg, purring still, returned eagerly enough. ``Now, if you're trying to threaten me,'' he huffed once they parted, ``you might wanna do it in a way that DOESN'T sound hot as fuck...'' He grasped the cat's smooth, hairless body to keep him in place, rolling his hips back and dragging a few inches of red knotted dick out of him...\n\nGregg gasped softly, quivering slightly as he felt that hot, throbbing canine cock drag inch by inch out of his slickened depths. He clenched his eyes, tightening his now two-armed grip around his knees to hold them up, toes curling as Cain pulled nearly halfway out of him.\n\nGrasping the feline's pelvis for purchase, Cain gave a soft growl, baring his teeth as he gazed down at the succulent anal ring suckling along his glistening, red length. His heart raced, his nub-tail wagged happily, and he could feel a bit of salivation dripping down his chin, watching his knot pulse and dick twitch half-inside the cat's ass.\n\nHe surged forward, and immediately set a rough, pounding pace against Gregg's well-used asshole. The feline yelped at the first thrust, throwing his head back and locking his gaze, distantly, on the ceiling as he was viciously rutted into by the big, horny pitbull. Strong hands clung firmly to his narrow hips, his pink-padded toes splaying and curling as pleasure rattled up his spine and made his back arch, tail flexing and curling and twisting as his bowels were stretched, filled, RUINED...\n\n``Grr, fuck,'' Cain huffed, slobber dripping from his lips as he leaned over Gregg, still ramming his cock forward, hips plapping noisily against the cat's smooth ass. His heavy balls swung, moist with dripping pre spilling from the tight entrance, smacking rhythmically against his body.\n\nGregg couldn't help but yelp, clamping his arms around his knees, barely able to catch a breath as he cried out, ``Fu- Ah! Mmf! C- Cain! Ah! Oooh, god! Cain!''\n\nIt was music to the dog's clipped ears, and he growled lustfully, slamming his knot up against that slickened, sore ass. He shifted his grip, one paw grasping up high on Gregg's thigh to hold him in place, the other slipping higher, just above his cock, straight to the feline's gushing, red and pink folds.\n\nThe sphinx cat whined, trembling hard as he felt two thick, sharp-clawed digits shove messily into his sloppy cunt, curling upwards against his needy insides. He clenched, gasping and whimpering, as he felt Cain continue to thrust into his ass, pumping precum deeper and deeper, slamming his knot up against that tight hole, begging for entry. Another yelp left him as the big dog, somehow keeping his pace even as he diligently toyed with his friend's drooling slit, twisted his fingers, splaying them a bit to stretch the inside of his hole, claws scraping ever so slightly in a way that sent hot surges up through his flat belly.\n\nSteadily fingering the cat, Cain murred, licking his chaps as he easily slipped a third finger in, tucking it in close and thrusting all three knuckles-deep into that eager hole. Gregg whined, face red as he tilted his head back to yowl with need, feeling them twist, and curl, and thrust as the steady pace of anal rutting continued, on and on and on...\n\n``Gaaah, fuck, Cain!'' Gregg whimpered, his whole body trembling with need. His toes curled tight, tail clinging, as heat grew and surged and bloomed in his stomach, surging up through his chest and almost making it hard to breathe as he near-wheezed. ``Oooh, fuck, Cainn...''\n\n``Mmm, I hear you, kitten,'' the dog growled back, lustfully and lovingly as he fingered that aching cunt. His hips bounced up against the cat's rump, pounding his near-swollen knot up against that tight entrance; already, he could feel it slipping just a shade deeper every time, the feline's pleasure-racked body unable to keep tense, loosening and slacking as he drowned in the ecstasy that Cain was delivering. ``Almost... Mm, almost there... gonna knot your ass SO fuckin' hard...''\n\nGregg shivered, gazing up at the handsome dog, whose loving, brown eyes were locked on his lower body, worshipfully taking in the sight of his stretched, half-prolapsing anal ring, of his fluid-pouring cunt spilling out a mess onto both them and the bed, on his plump ass cheeks bouncing with every thrust, on the smooth, tan-pink flesh of his half-exposed stomach, which bulged as ten inches of dog cock shoved deep into his bowels...\n\n``Mmmf, f- fuck, Cain, knot meee...'' the cat whined, shivering hard and tucking himself tighter, panting heavily, as heavily as the dog was as he thrust and fingered and growled. ``G- God, gimme your puppies, big guy, fuck, I need themmm...''\n\nCain gave another growl, and another finger shoved into his pussy. Gregg yelped, pinching his eyes shut, his whole body alight with aching, surging, electric pleasure, barely able to focus on anything. His chest burned as he reflexively held his breath, toes curling tight as nearly a whole hand and a whole dog dick strained his insides.\n\n`Plap, plap, plap!'\n\nThe dog's hips bounced up against that smooth rump, knot getting slightly deeper, slightly deeper, a bit deeper...\n\nHis fingers worked in and out, twisting and spreading and curling in those fertile depths, squelching messily as his heavy surging arousal gushed out around the steady digits.\n\nPanting and growling and flesh on flesh and messy wet penetration filled Gregg's ears, his whole mind and body lost in it, heat building and building and building in his stomach, in his groin, in his fucking WOMB...\n\n`POP!''\n\nCain howled, sharp and desperate, as all at once the fat globe of his knot slammed passed Gregg's amazingly sore asshole. He tried once, then twice, to pull it back out to continue fucking, but only succeeded in bulging the soft, red-rimmed flesh, the feline unable to help clenching hard as he felt it swell and throb and PULSE inside him heavily, gasping sharply.\n\nThen, the dog thrust his fingers forward, somehow tucking his thumb in, and with the massive amount of slick, slimy mess gushing and surging and soaking his cunt... the canine's whole thick fist pushed up inside Gregg, straining his red-lipped pussy and grinding against his aching clit, sinking wrist-deep before tilting, and CURLING into a strong, thick fist lodged at the inside of his hot, wet hole.\n\nAlmost at once, Gregg and Cain came.\n\nThe dog tensed, head lowered, eyes clamped shut and teeth bared in a ferocious, desperate rumbling growl as his balls tensed hard, held tight against Gregg's rump. He seemed to flex his entire body, just slightly, with each massively strong surge of potent canine jizz that pumped into the feline's bowels.\n\nOne shot, then a second, then a third... tapering off slightly, but still so potent and thick and hot that it felt like his belly was being flooded with warm water from the tap. \n\nGregg squirmed slightly, shuddering and eyes rolled back as he felt it swell his insides, surging deeper and deeper and deeper still, fat knot so thickly swollen that not a drop of it was able to push out and spill. It was so much, too much...\n\nAs it surged on and on, Gregg's body trembled, and abruptly, he too came. With a fist lodged in his aching cunt, it was hard to manage much; but even Cain in his orgasmic splendor could feel the abrupty, rhythmic tightening around his wrist, wet folds clamping on his sturdy fist, as a sudden surge of gushing fluid spurted out from just below the feline's oversized, `erect' clitoris, spurting messily up the pitbull's scarred forearm.\n\nNeither spoke as they came, shuddering and panting and barely able to breathe together. Gregg came down slow, somehow inhaling again, shuddering out an exhale as he felt Cain's fist tilt and drag slightly at his insides, and-\n\n``F- Fuu...'' he whined, eyes pinching shut as, overstimulated, he managed to cum a second time as Cain filled him. His grip on his legs released, and his legs fell forward, slipping almost easily to either side of the broad canine's hips. That motion, too, shifted how his body engulfed Cain's paw, making him tremble and tighten a third time; he was pretty sure he didn't cum that time, but gods did he feel close.\n\nCain shifted, exhaling sharply. His fist loosened, and-\n\nFuck. Gregg whimpered, face flushed red and maw apart in a heavy, overstimulated pant as he climaxed again... Ortus, he'd never cum so hard, in such quick succession.\n\nHis legs weakly hooked around Cain's thighs, sagging low against the bed as he fell limp; his tail did the same, falling loose and slender to the bed between their legs. Cain, for his worth, panted heavily and steadily, slowly seeming to catch his breath as the strong surges of dog cum jetting into the cat's guts slowed from strong, roping blasts up his ass, to a steady and thick flood of seminal mess pouring and pushing...\n\nGregg wheezed, whimpered, shivered. He nearly yelped when, tentatively, his pitbull partner relaxed his fingers fully and withdrew his hand from the feline's aching, thick-lipped cunt, watching the slick folds drag against his digits needily, as if trying to keep them inside.\n\n``F- Fuck...'' Cain huffed, taking a look at his messy hand. From the tips of his fingers up to mid-forearm, his paw was SOAKED with Gregg's arousal and climax, glistening and slimy and dripping heavily from his thin fur. He caught Gregg's eye, gazing dazed up at him, and the dog winked, teasing, ``Quite the mess, kitten...''\n\nGregg watched, and let out a soft whimper, as the canine brought his paw up to his muzzle. He gave it a tentative sniff, murring softly as his dick disgorged more semen into the feline. Then, he gave his palm a long lick, humming happily as the taste of feline orgasm coated the flat, slick appendage. From the base of his palm, up to the tips of his two fingers, and then Cain slipped the two messy digits passed his lips, closing his muzzle down around them and suckling softly, audibly savoring the taste luxuriously.\n\n``Holy fuck...'' Gregg whimpered softly, clenching on the knot pulsing heavily in his bowels. He ached, he tingled, he... ached, mostly. One of his arms sagged limp at his side, the other tucked almost reflexively over his muzzle, as if trying to hide the salivation dripping down his chin.\n\n``Mmm... Fuck, you taste so good, kitten...''\n\nCain murred, giving his palm one more heavy, slobbery slurp, before looking back down at Gregg. Then, he smiled slightly, tired and pleased with himself.\n\nThe dog sagged forward, slipping the paw that wasn't soaked with pussy juice forward and onto the bed for purchase, lowering himself on top of Gregg. The feline accepted the embrace eagerly, slipping both arms forward to hook around that thick, muscular neck as, still knotted inside his rump, Cain lay against his chest, head tucked up under his chin.\n\n``Hooh... F- Fuck...'' Gregg panted, trembling slightly. His heart was racing, but slowing, and he could feel a similar pulse throbbing through that fat knot... god, his rump was going to be sore.\n\n``Mmm...'' Cain murred, slipping his messy paw up under Gregg, hooking both of his paws down around his back, tucked clumsily inside the feline's shirt. He nuzzled against the cat's clothed chest, panting softly. ``G- God, your ass feels amazing around my knot...''\n\n``Heh.'' The cat huffed, shivering as he felt it tug at his guts. He pressed a light kiss to one of those cropped, sharp-pointing ears, teasing, ``Well, it better... I'm guessing it'll be under my tail for a little while...?'' He bit his lower lip, part of him hoping Cain wouldn't be able to leave for... oh, he didn't know how long. He just wanted to hold the larger male like that for a while...\n\nCain nodded against him, eyes still closed as his breathing slowed, the pulse in his knot steadying but still strong, distinct. ``Yeah... Ah, u- usually like... half an hour... probably longer, fuck, that was good...''\n\nGregg nodded back, nuzzling at the top of the canine's head and holding around his neck gently.\n\nEventually, they collected themselves to shift a bit. They clambered fully onto the bed, still locked crotch-to-rump, twisting slightly so that they lay spooning, Cain embracing the slender feline from behind as they settled on the bed. Gregg even gratefully let the canine help strip his button-up and undershirt off, peeling himself as naked as Cain was, flat chest glistening with sweat as they lay together.\n\nLay together, cuddling, knot-tied. Gregg felt exhaustion hitting hard, resting with his head on Cain's bicep for a pillow. It was so comfortable... He could have slept like that forever, held by the big, muscular canine.\n\n*\n\n~~~\n\n~~~* Break *~~~\n\nTheir relationship, as it was, persisted.\n\nGregg was more than excited to be taken on a few dates. Cain, ever the gentleman, never seemed to expect more than a fun evening on the town, but... well, the cat was too sexual a person for those lovely evenings and afternoons to NOT usually end with them slipping a condom on the dog's fat, throbbing cock, and pound out a load or two.\n\nUsually at home. Usually.\n\nAnd along with their confessions of affection, came more... intimate conversation. No longer just friends who had sex, they started talking like... partners.\n\nIt gave Gregg a rush each time. \n\nA surge of excitement, and joy, every time Cain mused lovingly about spending more and more of their lives together. Every time the canine thought aloud about them getting together when they had the money, buying some place just outside of the city like he'd spoken of their first night, living together with Gregg, and his cubs.\n\nThe cubs... Cain had ADORED the two boys the first time they met, the pitbull having gone with him to the small town where the cat's father and sons still lived. Gregg was almost surprised that he was such a natural with kids, easily settling at their level. The first time he entered the living room to find Cain seated next to the coffee table where Siff and Moon were drawing, making his own clumsy little crayon drawings with the cubs, the smile had been etched onto the hairless cat dad's lips the whole day.\n\nNever leaving those cubs out of the conversation, always mentioning them in talks of the future... somehow, that touched Gregg more than he thought it might. Like Cain never had a doubt in his mind that they'd stay together, that the boys would be right there with them.\n\n``A nice house... not too big, but enough space for everyone,'' Cain had mused once, laying on his back in Gregg's bed. The feline snuggled up against his side, head resting on those broad pecs, gazing lovingly up at his face. ``Room for us, and the boys... and, heh, any more cubs that might come along...'' he added, smiling and blushing as he stroked the cat's side. ``Nearby, where we can see the others, but not in the middle of the city...''\n\n``Sounds nice...'' Gregg agreed, nuzzling into his companion's chest.\n\nThey'd held each other, talking about the future. Cain, oh so visionary about a house and a neighborhood, maybe a ring but certainly a commitment. Of the cubs with plenty of space to play, of hypothetical cubs with floppy little pitbull ears.\n\nSpeaking of cubs, though...\n\nNeither seemed willing to admit that the prospect of breeding enticed the two. That every time Cain growled sensually about pumping puppies into the feline, he grew just a bit wetter. That every time Gregg teased his fertile slit against the dog's bare dick, it made him throb and leak.\n\nA breeding kink felt risky for the two. More than risky, though, it felt... deeper. Like if they did, it'd be taking a massive step.\n\nTo breed and fuck, to impregnate, to sow seed... but also to start something together, to bind them together, to maybe have a cub together.\n\nIt felt confusing, some days. How could something be a sexual, button-pushing thrill, and also a sincere emotionally touching step in their relationship? Perhaps that was part of why the conversation was less touched on, just gentle brushes at the idea of having a cub together, of not playing it safe, of truly and sincerely... mating.\n\n[b]Late Autumn, 301 D.E.[/b]\n\nSaliva, arousal, and lube dripped from his well-used cunt, perched on his kneels with his tail raised so that both tailhole and pussy oozed messily into the carpet below. Gregg groaned happily, leaning up against the edge of the bed, slotting his muzzle back between the two ample, muscular, and black-furred ass cheeks hanging over the edge of the mattress, purring as he tongue-fucked the pink, loosened hole. He still wore a light T-shirt, hanging over his chest and upper arms, but the rest of him was bare and dripping sweat and other fluids.\n\n``Oooh, fuck...'' Cain murred, hips quivering as he kept his haunches raised, nub tail flagged upwards as Gregg ate his ass. His chest angled down against the mattress, chin rested on his folded arms as he enjoyed the eager rimming. ``Mmf, g- god, Gregg... Either my ass is the tastiest thing you've ever had, or you- MMF!- y- You must really like this...''\n\nThe cat purred, rumbling against the sensitive rim, giving it one last sloppy kiss and suckling the slightly puffy hole. Then, he leaned back, strands of slobber linking his hairless snout to the puckered hole. ``Mm... It's definitely both...'' he said in return, huffing hotly on the winking hole.\n\nBobbing beneath Cain's raised rump, his swollen canid prick twitched and spurted precum desperately, the anal stimulation driving him wild. And, of course, driving him towards another orgasm, the signs of which still stained the feline's rump, his face, his paws... and Cain's bedding, a few visible stains and ropes clinging to the material he lay on.\n\nHis toes curled, and Cain huffed, rocking his hips back to meet Gregg's lips again, shuddering and blushing as he felt the feline get right back into tonguing and kissing his puffy anus. ``Mmf... Sh- Shit, I'm so close...'' he whined, shivering and bucking his hips.\n\nGregg had had both of his paws on Cain's hips, holding them in place, spreading the plump, muscular cheeks apart so he could get at every inch of sweaty taint and puffy asshole. At the whimper, he smirked, pausing his rimming just briefly so he could peek down and slip a paw around the turgid red cock.\n\n``Mmf...'' Cain grunted sharply, biting his tongue. His cock throbbed HARD against Gregg's hand as he gave it a few light, slick strokes.\n\nThere was no way the dog was lasting long...\n\nGregg hummed lovingly, delivering a long, lewd lick from the base of Cain's heavy, black-furred balls, all the way up his sweat-matted taint, up to his hole. As it winked and ground back against his open maw, tongue slurping teasingly at its entrance, however, the feline kept going up, kissing at one plump ass cheek before trailing his tongue up higher, until it flicked teasingly off the tip of his cropped tail.\n\nSomehow, that pushed some buttons, because Cain whimpered sharply, clumsily slapping a paw over his own eyes, muzzle red and lips quivering as he struggled not to cry out or cum. ``Mmmmgh... F- Fuck...'' he barely bit out, trembling.\n\nThe feline liked the sound of that, leaning in to give one more long, teasing lick along the length of his nub tail, tilting his head to lavish it with a slurp as if it was the dog's cock, not the twitching, leaking red girth beneath him. Cain let out another whine, hips trembling, asshole clenching and loosening desperately, his cock pulsing and dripping onto the borderline-ruined covers beneath him.\n\n``Aww, poor puppy... Want me to tongue-fuck your ass until you nut your brains out?'' Gregg purred, nuzzling at one of those plump, sweaty ass cheeks.\n\nThe dog groaned, his knees shifting closer together on the bed, toes splaying and curling repeatedly. ``Gah... Mmf, ah, p- pl- god, please...''\n\nThe feline smirked. ``Aw, puppy does have manners!'' he cooed, stroking the leaking cock in his paw, the other massaging the dog's black-furred rump. Then, he leaned forward, eyes slipping shut as he purred, ``Since you said `please'...''\n\nHe slipped his ass-groping paw higher, grasping the dog's tail and yanking it slightly to get it higher. His messy snout slipped between those plump, trembling cheeks, and his lips parted as he came into contact with the puffed-out, well-used anus beneath that adorable little tail. He murred and slurped noisily, grinding his muzzle under Cain's tail, making the dog moan and whimper even louder, back arching and tail wagging against Gregg's paw as he was eagerly and hungrily eaten out.\n\nAnd the tongue... Gods, the tongue, Cain whimpered, shivering as he felt it shove deep into his guts, probing and teasing at his slick walls, struggling to clench on it for even a moment before a surge of pleasure through his cock made him go limp, loosening around the saliva-dripping intruder.\n\nAs Gregg purred lovingly, he curled his tongue, angled down, and thrust, grinding right over the canine's prostate. That elicited another sharp whine of pleasure, his hips shoving back against his face eagerly, trying to get another.\n\nAnd another Gregg gave him. Again, and again, tongue-massaging his practically aching prostate with gusto.\n\nShove, yelp, spurt of precum. Shove, yelp, spurt of precum.\n\nCain was panting heavily, frantically, desperately, his cock pulsing so hot and powerful it felt like every drop of blood he had was in the thing, nearly stinging with need as he was lazily stroked and expertly tongue-fucked, his pulse skyrocketing, his heart hammering so hard he could feel it behind his EYES-\n\n``F- Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK...'' Cain yelped abruptly, hips bucking forward, then back against the feline's snout, grinding on his face.\n\nIt had finally happened.\n\nThe stimulation had at last pushed the canine over the edge, and with a strong surging BURST of potent puppy nut, the big, muscular pitbull man shot his load right into the covers below. It throbbed and thrummed hotly against Gregg's still-massaging paw, pumping up and down slowly, milking more and more ropes of pumping dog cum, Cain moaning in a low, sustained whine as he was tongue-fucked throughout the climax, every nudge to his prostate making another swelling rope of cum leak ineffectually from his tip.\n\nSo intense it had him seeing stars, Cain wobbled, legs trembling and hips quivering around the cat's still-slurping lips, the tongue in his tailhole squirming and thrusting and teasing relentlessly.\n\nGregg slipped his paw lower as the orgasm started trailing off, no longer MASSIVE surges of wasted dog cum, but now settling into a sustained oozing of thick, white seed, those fat canid balls tucked up tight against his taint as they were emptied fruitlessly.\n\n``Gaah... F- Fuck... oh, f- fuggin...'' the dog woozily droned, one arm slipping forward without thought, the other half-curled over the top of his own head. He heaved weakly, panting, clenching his anal ring around the tongue in his guts. ``Mmf... Mmf!''\n\nCupping his paw beneath that gushing tapered tip, Gregg let hot semen spill into his cupped palm. He continued tonguing that ample dog rump, massaging the twitching nub of a tail as he milked the man's prostate dry, purring lovingly, his own holes dripping on the carpet below. He could feel, through that twitching bowel, that Cain's orgasm was slowly, slowly tapering off, surges getting further apart, trembling pleasure settling.\n\nSo, languidly, he pulled back, slurping his tongue out of that musky, sweat-moistened ass. He gulped, licking his lips as he gave the short tail another little stroke with his thumb, staring at the red-pink, puffy asshole at eye level with him.\n\n``Goddamn...'' he huffed, hot breath making the hole wink and Cain whimper. The cat chuckled, giving an ample ass cheek a swat, teasing, ``You KNOW if I had a cock, I'd be fucking you silly and making you call me `daddy', right?''\n\nCain... could only whimper at that, his thighs trembling weakly. The paw on his cock continued to fill, and then overfill, with dog jizz.\n\nGregg chuckled. ``There, there, big guy,'' he soothed, releasing his loose grasp on that softening puppy dick. He kept his cum-filled paw upturned, not wanting to spill it. ``That's a good pup... You go ahead and relax now, big puppy.''\n\nAt the words, Cain huffed, but with a grunt he let his legs slip out from under him, splaying to either side and letting his pelvis drop to the mattress, squelching into his mess. With how he did it, of course, that knot-swollen red cock slipped back and angled right at Gregg, dripping and oozing over the edge of the bed, while his raised tail continued to give a view of the slobber-glistening asshole.\n\nThe cat huffed, licking his lips at the sight. But, he glanced at his handful of cum, leaning down and giving it a slurp with his tongue. ``Mm...'' he hummed happily, giving the dog's seed another taste. Salty, and rich, and gooey... just how he liked it.\n\nHe stood, a bit shaky with only one hand to help him, rising to his feet. The naked cat gave a slight shiver, feeling how loose and empty both his ass and pussy were, delightfully slick from an afternoon of fun with the pitbull. Speaking of... Gregg smirked, stepping around the bed, heading towards Cain's head. ``Hey big guy... open up...'' he murred teasingly.\n\nCain didn't even hesitate. The dog kept his arm thrown over the top of his head, hiding his eyes, but obediently tilted his head back, jaw craning open at the request, tongue lolling forward. He even gave a soft, ``Aaah...'' as his tongue lolled, wet and eager, forward.\n\nGregg leaned down, setting a paw on Cain's back. Then, unceremoniously, he tilted his cum-filled paw over the exposed tongue, letting the dog's seed pour right into his own maw.\n\nThe pitbull gave a shiver, maw clamping shut, but then... ``MMmf...'' he hummed, shivering and gulping once, then twice. His tongue slipped out, licking his lips as if he'd just finished a tasty treat.\n\nWhich... well, he kind of had.\n\nThe cat chuckled, purring and praising, ``Good pup! Tasty little snack, huh?''\n\nCain huffed, and finally slipped his other arm forward, laying on the bed face-down, legs cocked out to either side, tail raised. His arms both stretched out forward away from his muzzle, he no longer had no view, tilting his head and cracking an eye to look up at the feline. ``Mm... Definitely tasty, heh...'' he agreed, giving his lips another lick.\n\nRolling his eyes but smiling good-naturedly, the cat stepped naked towards the headboard at the top of the bed, reaching for one of the two cellphones laid atop it. Neither had made noise, but better to check as they came down. ``Yeah, yeah, everyone loves their own taste,'' Gregg mused, winking at the dog, who gave a soft, tired huff.\n\nCain closed his eyes again, relaxing a moment. That is, until Gregg, flipping open his phone, let out a soft curse. ``Huh? What?''\n\n``It's- It's my dad!'' he pointed out, holding the phone out, though Cain barely had a second to read it before the feline yanked it back and reread the text he'd received while they were having fun. ``He drove the boys up EARLY... ah, fuck, I told him to stop doing that...'' Gregg grumbled, scratching at his smooth head anxiously.\n\nThat got the canine's attention.\n\nHe sat up, hands beneath his chest as he shifted, eyes widening. ``What?!'' he demanded, blinking in shock. ``But, that's- Do you have time to clean up? How close are they?''\n\nThe cat continued reading briefly, keeping Cain in an anxious suspense. Then, he let out a sigh, still frustrated but part relieved. ``Okay,'' he said, folding the phone and clasping it in both hands. ``... He IS a day early. They're still like an hour out, so should be time to clean up, but... Fuck, it'll take too much time to get back to my place, how the fuck am I gonna meet them there AND have time to wash up before...?''\n\nCain had a thought, tucking his legs up and shuffling a bit so he was sitting on the bed, thankfully out of his own cummy mess on the covers. ``Uh...'' he began, weakly.\n\n``Hm?'' Gregg asked, cut off from his own thought process and looking at the dog. ``What?''\n\nThe dog flushed, lowering his head, pointed ears twitching down. ``Er, I just, uh... I- I mean, if they're coming from the Eastern Highway, then, well... my place is the same distance as your place from there, and, you're already here, so... Uh...''\n\nGregg blinked. Then, he relaxed, giving a soft smile to the clearly-nervous dog. ``You... would be fine with me meeting them here?'' he asked, touched.\n\n``... W- Well, yeah! Of course,'' Cain assured. ``... I just... wasn't sure if that was a weird thing to offer, or...''\n\nThe cat let out a relieved exhale, then slipped forward, put his knee on the bed, and lunged into a hug, wrapping his arms around Cain's neck. The dog yelped, but quickly slipped his own beefy arms around Gregg's back, hugging him in return. ``That'd be awesome! Thank you so much, Cain! Really,'' he insisted, breaking the short embrace to smile at the pitbull, who allowed himself a smile back. ``Oh! I should text them the address here instead of my place... And, y'know, one of us should probably hop in the shower.''\n\n``Right, right,'' Cain nodded, blushing a bit and wincing. Stupid tiny apartment shower... For a brief, perhaps-stupid moment, he'd imagined them showering together to save time. He shook his head, clearing the mental image, and said, ``Uh, I can shower first, and then I can clean up while you wash.''\n\n``Sounds good,'' Gregg nodded, setting his phone back down.\n\nCain nodded back, shuffling to the edge of the bed and stepping off, standing to his full, broad-shouldered height. And giving a reflexive shiver; his canid prick had receded a good amount, the knot deflated without anything enclosed around it, but it was still sensitive, and the slick, slimy feeling of feline saliva under his tail likewise made him tremble a bit.\n\nWhile Gregg did what he could to gather his clothes back up, Cain rushed into the bathroom, starting the shower cool. Opting to save hot water for Gregg, he took a swift, clumsy cold shower, wincing at the very unpleasant shiver it sent down his spine. Diligent, however, he scrubbed himself as swiftly as he could, a dab of shampoo in one paw lathering in his thin fur here and there, sure to scrub between his cheeks to clear the slick feeling away.\n\nIn just under four or so minutes, he completed his shower, turning it off.\n\n``Hey, done already?'' Gregg was saying, stepping into the bathroom. The room itself wasn't too small, with plenty of space for the naked pitbull to open the shower curtain and grab a towel, stepping out of the standing tub.\n\n``Yep,'' Cain nodded, drying his blocky muzzle with the fluffy towel. He was... almost surprised how relaxed he felt being casually naked around the similarly-underdressed cat, giving a slight smile. ``I saved the hot water for you; I know you like `em hot, heh.''\n\n``Aw, thanks! You didn't have to do that,'' Gregg smiled, fingering at the hem of his shirt.\n\nCain continued drying his face, rubbing it over his entire head as water dripped coolly off his short-furred body. It'd be a pain to dry fully, but he would live. As he did, Gregg stripped off the last of his clothing, the shirt, holding it in his paws as he spoke.\n\n``I... will probably need to borrow a shirt...'' the cat pointed out, giving the clothing a sniff.\n\n``That's fine, I- Wait, is that a tattoo?!'' Cain blinked, lowering the towel to his chest and staring in awe at what adorned the cat's bared shoulder.\n\n``Huh? OH!'' Gregg blinked, then tilted up his arm and down his chin to glance at it. Distracted from the matter at hand, he said, ``Yeah, I guess this is the first time you've seen it! Whitley thought it would look good, and Kaiden knew the tattoo artist, so... Like it?''\n\nCain stared, then smiled, mindlessly drying off his shoulders and chest as he agreed, ``Yeah! It looks pretty good... But, uh, what is it?''\n\n``Just some patterns n' stuff,'' the cat shrugged, casting his shirt aside, striding naked past the canine. He bent down to turn on the shower's water, turning it to hot. Sure enough, up close, Cain could tell for sure the lines weren't anything in particular, just geometric patterns randomly lacing over his shoulder, contained in a big tear-drop shaped outer border of repeating squares and lines.\n\n``Cool, cool...'' the dog nodded, sincerely, a slight smile still on his lips.\n\n``Yeah,'' Gregg agreed, shooting a grin over his shoulder as he felt the warming water stream. ``I'm actually thinking of getting some more! I always kinda thought some tattoos would be neat, but living at home for so long... Well, it wasn't exactly the kind of household where you mention wanting tattoos, heh,'' he commented, giving the water another feel. Nodding in satisfaction, he stepped forward into the shower, letting out a soft groan as the hot, steaming water poured down his front.\n\n``Hm. Alright, you wash up, I'll get some cleaning done,'' Cain said, stepping towards the door, still dripping water, towel in hand.\n\n``Sounds good!'' the feline replied, nudging the shower curtain closed, more to avoid making a mess than for privacy. In fact, he left enough open that Cain hesitated at the door, staring at the shower, able to see the lanky cat idly scrubbing at his smooth body with his hands, going from plump ass to slightly curved hips, to chest, up to his tattooed shoulder...\n\nCain found himself warm-cheeked, and embarrassed as he averted his gaze. Silly, maybe, but part of him felt silly staring at the other man as he showered, even if they HAD just been having sex.\n\nCain dressed, Gregg showered, they cleaned up the small apartment together. There wasn't much to the place, thankfully; one main bedroom, and a spare that had had a rotating list of roommates but was, at that time, empty. A small kitchen with some space for a dining table, a living room, a closet where they shoved some excess mess.\n\nDown the stairs, there was a knock on the front door. Cain and Gregg had settled on the couch, impatiently watching television while waiting for the cat's family to arrive.\n\nGregg perked at the knock, offering a smile and kiss to his companion. ``I'll get that!'' he chimed, comfortable answering the door at Cain's place. The dog gave a nod in agreement, likewise not minding one bit.\n\nCain listened from the living room, right beside the stairwell to the front door. He heard them greet one another, heard Gregg's sons say hello to their dad, heard a lighter greeting between Gregg and his father. He fiddled with the remote in his paw anxiously, tapping his foot and waiting for them. After a second, footsteps up the stairs.\n\nHe perked as the cubs ascended first, having bounded up the steps in cozy jackets.\n\nThe little lion at the front, clearly the elder sibling, gasped and grinned. ``Cain!'' he cheered, his little brother letting out a squeal of happiness as both cubs bounded across the room to the couch where Cain sat, grinning.\n\nThe pitbull accepted a big hug from both boys, scooping them up and squeezing them. ``Hey, boys!'' he greeted, laughing loudly as they cried out at the `too tight' hug.\n\nSetting them down, the two cubs remained sidled up against the couch in front of him. \n\nPacific, or Siff, was the little lion, a little red scruff atop his head of the start of a mane. The rest of his fur was brown-yellow, scruffy and light. His big grin had a few gaps, where baby teeth had clearly fallen out and not yet started growing back in. The little lion cub wore a puffy blue jacket, brown shorts, his paws bare. Though smiling and outgoing, the cub kept his paws fiddling at his belly, tugging at the shirt or jacket zipper, folding or fidgeting fingers, that kind of thing.\n\nThe other cub was Moon, closely resembling an adorable, shrunken-down version of Gregg himself. The same pink-tan skin, a bit more pink then his father, with some darker skin mottling over one eye and ear, with big, gold-yellow eyes that gazed up at the pitbull warmly. His little paws grasped at Cain's pants leg, claws inadvertently digging in and pricking at his flesh; the dog didn't mind, though. He had a jacket on that was clearly too big, tucked up thick around his little arms, his baby-fat pudgy little body engulfed by the off-red jacket that hung past his knees, similar shorts to his big brother completing the look.\n\n``Cain, Cain!'' little Moon was saying, tugging at his leg. ``Piggyback? Piggyback!''\n\n``Hehe, sorry little guy, probably no time for a piggyback right now,'' the pitbull apologized, reaching down to pat the cub on the head. At only four, the kitten pouted, eyes wide and pleading. So, Cain leaned down conspiratorially as the adult cats ascended the steps, `whispering', ``Buuuut, if you're GOOD, we can in a bit, after your dad and grandpa have done some sightseeing, okay?''\n\nThat placated the furless kitten, who flashed a grin. ``Yay! Piggyback!'' he removed his little claws from Cain's leg, clapping his paws and bouncing away on shoe-covered feet. It was common for younger cubs to wear shoes, better to protect their soft paw pads until they'd toughened up a little.\n\nSiff giggled at his brother's clapping and happy-bouncing. ``Hehe! C- Can we do some drawring later?'' he asked, looking up at Cain, then back at Gregg and Ramses reaching the top of the steps. ``I couldn't drawr at ALL on the drive, cuz I lost my um... flat-lap-thingy.''\n\n``Aw, did you?'' Cain asked, glancing up at the older hairless cat beside Gregg. The man had more dark mottling then Moon did, and a fair bit more wrinkling to his muzzle, bare head, and under his eyes, but otherwise resembled Gregg greatly. He wore a green vest with several pockets, a plaid button-up shirt beneath that looked thick and comfortable, and jeans. ``That's a shame. But, sure, when there's time, we can do some drawing together, buddy.''\n\n``Okay!'' the lion cub nodded, clearly pleased with the answer. He bounded away, Moon tottering over to the big book shelf nearby to gaze, likely unable to read much of the covers but liking the look of them. Siff, meanwhile, went up to his grandpa and dad, grasping both their legs and saying up at them, ``Cain said, um, that he can draw with me, uh, later! Later is good, right, Daddy?''\n\nGregg grinned, glancing up at Cain, who relaxed in his seat. Squatting down to the little lion's level, the hairless cat dad nodded and agreed, ``Yeah, drawing later sounds good! Was the drive okay, other than no drawing?''\n\n``Uh-huh! Grandpa drove REALLY fast.''\n\nGregg's expression pinched, though he kept a grin on his lips as he looked up at his father, who gave an awkward cough. ``DID he now? And... did Grandpa tell you not to say he went really fast?''\n\n``He did!'' the cub nodded, wide-eyed, as if his father had accomplished some mind-reading trick. ``He, um, said cuz we were late leaving home, we should go REALLY fast to bake up time.''\n\n``Make up time,'' Gregg lightly corrected, chuckling at the cub. The boy nodded, wide-eyed still, mouthing the words `MAKE up time' to himself silently. ``You know, Grandpa, you wouldn't have HAD to `make up time' if you'd driven out tomorrow, like we... uh, agreed?''\n\nRamses, the older cat, crossed his arms, shrugging. ``Well, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get one more day in. Right?''\n\n``Of course I'm happy to see the boys one extra day,'' Gregg nodded, smiling at his lion cub son. He stood, resting a paw on the fluffy kitten's scruffy-furred head, eliciting a soft, pleased purring from the boy. ``But, y'know, I had to scramble to get ready for you guys to be here early, and I feel bad doing it here at Cain's.''\n\n``Wait, why were you at this guy's place?'' Ramses asked, raising an eyebrow, glancing from his son to Cain.\n\nGregg gave a distinct stare. Didn't answer aloud, seeing as how cubs were present.\n\n``... Oh. OH! Well, for gods' sake, you could just say you were busy playing with your boy-toy today, I'd have waited til tomorrow,'' the older cat pointed out, grumbling a bit. \n\n``Wassa `boy toy'?'' Moon asked, looking away from the shelves of books that he'd been picking through, fingering lightly at the covers but not pulling any of them out.\n\nCain flushed, and Gregg winced. ``Dad,'' he said scoldingly, glancing at his father, whose ears tipped down in embarrassment at that. Then, looking to Moon, and then down at Siff standing at his feet, he said, ``Ah, a boy-toy is just... kind of a silly grown-up thing to say about a man, who uh... `plays' with someone a lot...? Ugh, how do I explain that.''\n\n``So, is Cain a boy-toy?'' Siff asked, cocking his little head, gazing up curiously at his dad, then back at the blushing canine on the couch.\n\n``No, don't say that, and Grandpa shouldn't say that either,'' Gregg patiently said, before nudging an elbow at Ramses' arm. The older cat gave another grumble, rubbing at his arm and muttering under his breath about `watching his phrasing' around cubs. To cut off any more questioning, though, the cat said aloud, ``Well, I'm ready to go check some stuff out if you are, boys! You wanted to see the BIG big statue, right?''\n\n``Yeah! Big big statue!'' Siff cheered, eyes alight.\n\n``Big!'' Moon cheered as well, bounding away from the shelf and towards his father, clasping onto his other arm with little claws that made the hairless cat wince, but still smile.\n\nGregg, Ramses, and Cain all chuckled at the cubs' excitement. Ramses held out a paw, which Moon reflexively took, letting his grandpa walk him down the stairs to head out sight-seeing. Siff, meanwhile, diligently took his dad's paw, excitedly bouncing on his little paws but not pestering.\n\nGregg, however, paused and looked over at Cain. ``Hey, do you wanna come?'' he asked the pitbull, smiling warmly and blushing a little.\n\n``O- Oh,'' Cain blinked, surprised by the offer. ``I mean, I...''\n\n``Ooh! Please come! Please? Please!'' Siff said, gazing pleadingly up at the dog.\n\nCain chuckled at that, reservations melting away. ``S- Sure, why not? Gimme a sec to grab my coat.''\n\nAll five, three adults and two cubs, descended the stairs and exited the apartment, Cain closing and locking the door behind them.\n\n``Is that a bar?'' Ramses asked, peering to the side at the lower floor of the building where Cain lived. Sure enough, the big windows revealed the inside of a bar, currently open but at that point not many patrons.\n\n``Yeah,'' the pitbull nodded, tucking his keys in his pocket. ``I work there most nights, and the owner lets me live upstairs for... w- well, still a rough rent pay, but better than some places the same size.''\n\nThe older hairless cat nodded. ``I get that. Used to live DOWNSTAIRS from a restaurant back home for a few years. Was a decent place, and the owner n' his wife were friendly enough.'' They moved towards the car that Ramses, Siff, and Moon had driven into the city in, a big, old-but-not ancient truck, the back covered with a canopy, a front and back seat in the cabin of the car.\n\nCain was anxious to be joining Gregg's family on an outing like that. After all, usually he just met them for brief hang-outs at one home, apartment, or another. The `vacationing' hangout felt more like... well, more like a family thing.\n\nBut, as the day went on, checking out tourist locations and the like, as well as a few spots for food and treats, he relaxed into things. Watched the cubs, chatted with Gregg's dad, helped them navigate odd little urban experiences where they could. He even spent a good deal of the day holding Gregg's hand, warm and casual and... simple, in a way that had his stomach twisting happily.\n\n``You know,'' Gregg commented as the evening trailed on, as they were about to head back to Whitley and Gregg's apartment for dinner at their place. He slipped an arm around Cain's middle, hugging up against the pitbull as they waited for Siff, Moon, and Ramses to return from a public restroom. ``... You'd make a pretty good dad someday, I think...''\n\nCain smiled at that, setting an arm around Gregg's shoulders and leaning into him. ``Really?'' he asked, touched.\n\n``For sure,'' the cat nodded, chuckling. ``You've always been great with the boys, and it was a big help having you along today, running around and checking stuff out...''\n\nThe dog was... well, elated, really. His cheeks were warm as he leaned against Gregg closer, leaning down to press a kiss to the hairless cat's cheek. ``Thanks, Gregg. Both for inviting me, and... well, everything.''\n\n``Heh. I love you, big guy.''\n\n``I love you too...''\n\n*\n\n~~~\n\n~~~* Break *~~~\n\n[b]Mid-Summer, 302 D.E.[/b]\n\n``Mm,'' Gregg hummed, eyes going wide, his slitted pupils shifting as big as they could get as he stared forward at Cain. His fork dangled from his lips, a little smear of chocolatey cream still visible on one side. He gasped, lowering the utensil, and said in awe, ``This... is the BEST fucking cake I've ever had. Oh my god...''\n\n``Hehe,'' Cain couldn't help but snicker, turning away and laughing into his paw. ``GOD, your face! You look so cute,'' he chuckled, collecting himself after a second as Gregg happily licked his lips of the smear of cream, taking another eager bite.\n\nThe restaurant around them was... not quite `noisy', but not quiet either. It was that kind of nice din of conversation rattling around in a big, open room, with low lighting and big, open windows showing a grand view of fuck-all. It was far from the kind of fancy restaurant they'd met in; just a normal, run-of-the-mill, diner-food-style place with thick, juicy burgers, crispy fried fish, and, apparently, the BEST fucking cake that Gregg had ever had in his life.\n\nHe scarfed down another bite, Cain chuckling again and grinning as he watched his... well, watched Gregg devour the confectionary in a few large, maw-filling bites. ``Slow down, you're gonna choke, you dork!'' he scolded jokingly, rolling his eyes. ``And if you die, I'm raising your boys to be ninjas.''\n\nGregg `hrked', stopping and taking a quick sip of water to clear his throat. Then, incredulous: ``I'm sorry... ninjas?''\n\n``Siff asked,'' Cain shrugged, taking a bite of his own cake. Fuck... that WAS good. ``After I told him about that uh... fuckin' kung fu movie I was in a few years ago.''\n\n``My precious, innocent little son asked you to train him and his brother as ninjas?'' Gregg asked, grinning toothily, clearly able to picture just that. Wide-eyed little lion cub, gazing up at the beefy, scarred pitbull, maybe presenting a drawing he'd made of himself and his 4-year-old little brother in ninja outfits. Probably cutting a bad guy in half or something.\n\n``He DID,'' Cain confirmed, nodding as he chewed a bite of cake. He swallowed, then explained, ``But, I told him that cubs with parents weren't allowed to be ninjas. So, he made me pinky promise that if you exploded or choked on cake or whatever, I'd train him and Moon to avenge your death. Or whatever.''\n\n``Aww, my boys,'' Gregg snickered, unable to help a snort of laughter.\n\nThe two men laughed together, finishing their cake slowly. Then, at long last, they got the check, Cain covering the bill happily. ``I think if a guy doesn't pay for his date on said date's BIRTHDAY, they like... take away your driver's license, or break your kneecaps, or something,'' Cain explained with a wink, as he set the cash on the table. Including a generous tip.\n\n``Yeah, I think I'd heard that...'' Gregg mused thoughtfully. Leaving the restaurant arm-in-arm, the duo stepped out into the cool evening air. \n\nApproaching Gregg's car, Cain asked, ``So, what's next? Wanna head to a bar for a drink? Or is there some other dessert you wanted, oh most handsome of birthday boys?''\n\nGregg smirked as he stepped up to his car door, unlocking it with the key. ``As it happens... I think its time to head home,'' he stated, still smiling knowingly. Cain's own smile dropped a bit.\n\n``Aw, but... Its way past Siff and Moon's bed time. They'd be sleeping, so...''\n\n``It is...'' the hairless cat nodded, moving to slip into the drivers seat, Cain getting in the passenger side. He flashed a toothy grin, then half-purred, ``Which is why I may have agreed to let Siff go to a convenient sleepover with some other boys at school, and why I asked my dad to take Moon on a little weekend camping trip...''\n\nCain gasped, then smiled toothily. ``Aww... Did you send away your whole family on your birthday, just to spend it with lil ol me?'' he near-cooed, leaning over to press his blocky snout against Gregg's shoulder teasingly.\n\nGregg let out a laugh, shoving the big muzzle away from him, a matching grin on his face. ``Maybe, maybe! And maybe I just didn't wanna share my cake; think of that, lil pup?''\n\nThe pitbull chuckled, sitting up in his seat and buckling his seatbelt as Gregg did the same. ``So... to your place then? For a little... private time?'' he mused.\n\nGregg nodded, starting the car. ``Yeah... and after `private time' you can get your dick wet, big guy,'' he returned, smirking.\n\n``Score!''\n\nThe drive was quick. Even so, it felt all too long. \n\nCain had set a paw on Gregg's thigh, squeezing and kneading lightly, before slipping it up to settle on the feline's flat belly, fingers dipping under his loose shirt. The mild distraction was welcome, as the road was quiet at that time of evening, not a single car, pedestrian, or wild animal on the street.\n\nThe feline purred, shivering as he felt Cain's dull claws scrape lightly at the soft flesh of his abdomen. He could feel his tail try to flick incessantly, but sitting in the car it was half-coiled around his rump. Instead, he gulped, biting back a louder purr.\n\nSoon, though, they pulled into the big gravel parking area in front of Ramses' home. The small house sat quiet, the front porch light on but otherwise dark.\n\nAlmost desperately, the two men slipped out of the car, went towards the door... and were immediately on each other before they'd even gotten inside. Cain scooped Gregg up off his feet, the feline yelping as, keys jangling in his paw, he was pressed up against the support beam for the porch awning, shivering as he felt the larger male enclose him, arms around his middle, fingers pressing at his soft body, lips grazing against his.\n\n``C- Cain...'' the cat whimpered, before the larger male kissed him. He was on his tip-toes, and even that wasn't enough to close the height difference, so Cain had to stoop slightly to lock their muzzles together lovingly.\n\nPurring vibrated against the pitbull's lips, and he could feel it radiating against his chest, pressed to the feline's front. He stroked a hand up Gregg's back, feeling him shudder under the rough paw-pads, tail curling in the air a bit, before he slipped it low, parting their kiss only briefly before cutting off Gregg's shuddering gasp of his name again. This time, his hand went all the way down, the other grasping the support beam behind the cat, as he took a handful of that plump, soft feline rump.\n\n``Mm!'' Gregg murred sharply, squirming slightly. He could feel Cain's erection grinding against his stomach... But, he parted the kiss slightly, shivering in the night air, shakily getting out, ``W- We have neighbors, Cain, hehe...''\n\n``Mmm... then they can watch,'' the pitbull rumbled back, licking his own lips, before licking Gregg's. ``Maybe some of those bored, small-town husbands can learn some tricks to use on their wives...''\n\nGregg snickered at that, tilting his head away from Cain, but that only let the big-headed dog slip his blocky muzzle up against the feline's slender neck, nibbling lightly. ``Ah! C- Cain... Mmf, god, as much as I kinda wanna see how far we can get before Missus Foxwheel calls the cops, I don't think that'll be a fun way to end the evening... even if MISTER Foxwheel might appreciate a peak at your big, sexy ass, heh.''\n\nChuckling, the dog nodded, pressing one last kiss and one last firm ass-grasp to his feline partner, before reluctantly shifting back.\n\nNot far back, mind. By the time Gregg was shifting forward, slipping up the steps towards the door, Cain was already on him again, just... that time, the dog was urging him towards the door, paw on his hip, lips on the back of his neck, breath making his large, pointed ears twitch.\n\nHe couldn't get the door open fast enough. Shakily, Gregg unlocked the door, shoved it open, dragged Cain inside... and the instant it was swung shut behind them, they were kissing again, this time with Cain shoved up against the now-closed door, growling softly as the feline used his sharp fangs to teasingly nip at the larger male's bottom lip, giving it a slight tug before releasing and kissing the surely-stinging bite.\n\n``G- God,'' Cain huffed, enclosing Gregg in a thick-armed hug, kissing him back hungrily.\n\nGregg kissed him again, then, huskily, whispered against his lips, ``Bedroom...?''\n\nCain nodded. Once again, Gregg turned, holding the handsome canine's paw and dragging him through the living room, past the kitchen, and towards the master bedroom where Gregg himself usually slept alone. Cain couldn't help but spare a few quick glances in the two other bedrooms along the way, both doors ajar, both rooms empty except for, respectively, a boxy old computer on a desk, and a littering of cubs' toys.\n\nThe whole house, all to them.\n\nThey stepped into Gregg's bedroom, the hairless cat reaching his free hand out blind and snapping on the main lights, warm overhead bulbs illuminating the cozy space.\n\nIt wasn't a huge room, of course. Nothing in the house was all that big; at one point, Cain knew, it had just been Ramses, Gregg's father, living there alone. But, the master bedroom was a bit sizier, with a closet and bathroom door off to his right, a curtained sliding glass door to the left that led out onto the porch. A standing wardrobe and dresser were squeezed into one of the corners, and a low-set, queen-sized bed loomed in the middle of the far wall, open on both sides except for a mismatched set of night stands. Cozy knit blankets lay over the plump mattress, thin pillows laying in layers of three at the head of the bed.\n\nHe found himself smiling; sure, they usually met in the city, but when he did have time to make the trip out to the small, desert town, he did adore sleeping in that bed with Gregg. It was certainly more comfortable then what he had in his apartment, at least.\n\nThough, based on the lustful gaze the back-stepping feline shot him, dragging him towards the bed, not much `sleeping' was going to be occurring.\n\nGregg smiled, grasping Cain's paw with both hands, winking up at him. ``All alone, in a lonely single dad's bedroom... wonder what we could do now?'' he teasingly mused aloud, releasing Cain's hand to step back, crossing his arms thoughtfully over his chest. Cain took the hint, chuckling softly and reaching for his shirt hem. \n\nSteadily, they both set to undressing, barely able to take their eyes off one another. \n\nCain, as always, hesitated a moment before taking off his shirt... Gregg had often insisted that the scars didn't bother him in the slightest, if not being an allure of their own, but old anxieties died hard. Still, it was assuring to have the feline lovingly purring at the sight of his bare chest, broad and muscular with lacings and crossings of various pink and red scars marring the otherwise sleek black. A moment later, his pants and underwear joined the growing pile of clothes nearby.\n\nLess body shy in general, Gregg had no qualms with discarding his shirt and pants. The only thing that slowed him down was getting distracted staring at the handsome pitbull, cheeks flush and eyes wide as he drank in the sight of his strong figure. His own slender body came into view in fits and starts, much easier then Cain did. In contrast to the smattering of scars on Cain's figure, Gregg's smooth, pink-tan flesh was interrupted by the dark, clear lines of tattoos, patterning over both shoulders, decorating one thigh, blazoned over the high part of his back; a few smaller bits even decorated the small of his neck, the crook of his wrist.\n\nIn moments, they were standing naked in front of each other.\n\nGregg purred softly, opting to give a slight show and gently stroking one paw up the opposite side of his abdomen, swaying his hip a bit to give a clear view of the curve to his waist. Not so pronounced he looked feminine, but definitely enough that his ass was plump, tail flicking as the pink folds of his vulva visibly glistened just a bit with arousal, clitoris just starting to become pronounced at the apex of his lips. His flat, bare chest heaved a bit as he inhaled, trembling with excitement and nerves.\n\nCain huffed at the sight, licking his lips. He did his own bit of showing off, flexing his arms and chest some so that his musculature was more pronounced. After all, he DID know the feline liked how strong he looked, shuffling on his feet slightly so that his heavy, black-furred ball sac swung a bit, the bobbing tip of his red canine cock twitching as it half-extended from his meaty sheathe. His tail continued to waggle, the little nub a blur as he stroked a paw up his flat, firm belly.\n\nThe feline sighed softly, stepping a bit closer and setting a paw on top of Cain's hand on his belly. ``God, you are... so hot,'' Gregg praised lovingly, his other paw slipping up to the larger male's plump pec, fingers grazing the perked, dark nipple.\n\nCain shivered, huffing softly as he set his own hand forward on the feline's smooth hip, stroking it lightly. Feeling bashful, he returned, ``You're the hot one...''\n\nA playful smirk, and Gregg leaned in to kiss at the larger man's chest, so close that he was even able to teasingly lick across one nipple. Cain twitched at that, sucking in a breath. ``... How's about we're both hot?'' the cat decided, hand slipping low to curl under-handed against the dog's fat sheathe and growing prick.\n\nThe touch to his cock made the dog flinch, gasping as he couldn't help a spurt of precum that dribbled onto his partner's fingers. ``Mmf... Th- That works,'' he agreed, stepping a bit closer.\n\nGregg bit his lower lip, gazing up at Cain's handsome, broad face for a moment, before dipping his eyes lower to the canid cock twitching in his paws. He could see that the knot was still trapped, though it hadn't swelled too much... He almost considered leaving it, the feline knowing how whiny and needy the pup could get with that kind of overstimulation, but... no, it wasn't a night for that.\n\n``I'm gonna free your knot, okay, puppy?'' the feline murred, tilting his head up slightly to kiss at the larger male's chest, still lightly stroking his exposed red length.\n\n``Mmf... Y- Yeah, g- go ahead,'' Cain stuttered, shivering and nub tail wagging as he was pawed at. He gave a wince as the cat's fingers slipped lower, grasping at his thick, meaty sheathe, squeezing his knot through the barrier of warm flesh. ``Mmf!''\n\n``I know, bud,'' Gregg purred, swaying his hips slightly as he sidled up against the standing canine. Fortunately, though the dog's legs grew a bit shaky, the dresser was close enough beside them that he could set a hand on it for balance. ``Just relax, and let me help you out down here...''\n\nCain nodded, letting out a low moan as Gregg began teasing at his shaft and sheathe by touch. The throbbing shaft, tapered and red, slick and a bit soft on the outside, but the feline purred a bit as he felt the thin bone inside; canine anatomy sure was odd, wasn't it? Still, he persisted in closing his fingers around the narrow tip, brushing at it lightly, stimulating the canine into drooling more precum onto his nimble digits.\n\nThen, smearing the mess on both paws, Gregg moved one down his length, towards that thick, dark-furred sheathe. He grasped it for a moment, squeezing and stroking a bit, enjoying the sound of Cain grunting and shuddering as he dribbled and spurted pre, some of it jetting up onto the feline's belly.\n\n``G- God...'' the dog huffed, leaning his head down, muzzle slotting against the cat's neck. He inhaled lightly, shivering and setting his other hand on Gregg's bare hip, squeezing the soft, curvy flesh. ``Mmf...''\n\nGregg slipped his fingers up just a bit, to the entrance of that plump sheathe. Then, testingly, he rubbed along that red length towards the `entrance', nudging the tips of his fingers under it, to the canine's sensitivity-driven groan of pleasure. ``Hehe, still like your sheathe played with, huh?'' he teased lightly, hooking two fingers under the holster of warm flesh, tugging lightly.\n\n``MMf! Y- Yeah, f- fuck...'' Cain panted heavily, his tongue lolling from his maw as he bucked his hips against Gregg's hands, grip tightening on his narrow hips.\n\nThe feline chuckled, kissing at his chest again. ``Mm, good boy...'' he purred, giving one of those pert, dark nipples a long lick, at the same time as he tucked his slick fingers in a bit deeper, working his way into that warm sheathe. The precum on his digits helped lubricate the way, making it easy to get under the stretchy flesh.\n\nNow inside a little, he began moving around the sides, gently and lightly. \n\nHe did the same with his other hand, leaving that fat dog cock to bounce and dribble against his flat, hairless stomach. Nuzzling at the broad, furry chest before him, Gregg fingered open the thick sheathe, working it slightly open enough to get the swelling sheathe free.\n\n``Gah... Mmf... F- Fuck...'' Cain shuddered, bucking his hips again, whining as those narrow digits shoved deeper into his sheathe, cock spurting messily on his stomach.\n\n``Hehe, needy pup,'' Gregg teased lightly, licking at his sensitive nipples again. ``Shame you're already this hard... bet you'd nut your brains out if I fingered your big, thick, puppy sheathe, huh?''\n\n``Mmf... J- Just get the knot out,'' the dog whined, shivering. With multiple fingers working open his sheathe, surely it was loosened up enough to easily disgorge the bulb of flesh... assuming the feline stopped blocking its way with his probing digits. The cat purred teasingly, continuing for a few moments, fingering the soft, sensitive flesh. ``G- God...''\n\nAt last, Gregg tugged his slimy fingers back, slipping them up the dog's length to stroke it a few times. And, with a soft, squelching `pop', the entire thing slipped forward, all ten inches of red, swollen dog cock surging forward against the cat's smooth abdomen.\n\n``Oooh, there we go, fuck...'' Cain groaned lowly, panting hotly as his entire cock throbbed hotly in the cool bedroom's still air. He hissed lightly, head lifting and toes curling as Gregg's fingers lightly cupped his exposed knot, giving it a slight squeeze. ``Mmf...''\n\nGregg purred, nuzzling at his companion, gazing up at the handsome canine's face. ``Hehe, I never get tired of playing with your dick,'' he mused, giving it a few sloppy, wet strokes.\n\n``Ah... Well, it's a lot to play with, after all,'' Cain huffed, lowering his gaze back down from the ceiling to his partner, smiling. He set both hands on the feline's narrow hips, while Gregg continued playing two-handed with his meaty dog cock.\n\nGregg chuckled a bit, licking his lips. ``C'mon, handsome,'' Gregg purred.\n\nHe released both hands from that thick canid dick, reaching to grasp Cain's paws on his hips, shivering as he felt how moist his own pussy was. The pitbull smiled, murring softly as he was taken by both hands and led along by the lanky feline.\n\n``Come lay on the bed...'' Gregg urged, stepping backwards towards the bed in question, licking his lips. ``I want a taste of that cock now that its unwrapped.''\n\n``Too soon,'' Cain huffed in amusement, but winked at the feline. He continued allowing the small cat tug him along, footsteps thumping on the carpeted floor. Two steps, and he was at the bed, slipping a knee up onto it and turning to drop onto his bare rump, the mattress sagging a bit with his weight. ``Mm... These blankets are still pretty comfortable, heh,'' he chuckled, shuffling back, his canine cock bouncing between his legs.\n\n``Yeah, yeah, I'm sure they feel great on your big, furry ass,'' Gregg rolled his eyes, smiling. He released Cain's paw, instead shoving at his chest, trying to urge his upper body down against the pillows. ``Now, lay down! I'm serious, I have GOT to get that cock in my mouth, heh.''\n\nCain grinned, flopping backwards and swinging his legs all the way up onto the bed. He even, like the gentleman he was, spread his legs apart, knees a bit raised as he made space for the feline to get at his prick. Gregg clearly appreciated this, as he too slipped up onto the bed, lanky body settling down at the foot of the bed, rump raised in the air and pussy dripping as he set his hands on Cain's thighs, nose mere inches from the leaking dog cock.\n\nHe inhaled, lightly, smiling and purring. ``Mmf...'' Gregg huffed, licking his lips as he cupped the base of Cain's knot with one paw, holding it in place as it dribbled softly. ``You smell nice fresh out of the shower...''\n\nThe dog shuddered, laying back and folding his arms behind his head, gazing down at the handsome feline about to suck his dick. ``Yeah?'' he teased lightly, intentionally flexing his dick and making it twitch in those soft-padded paws. ``As nice as my musky armpits, or not as good?''\n\nGregg shot a look up at him, smiling. ``We'll call it a tie,'' he decided, before closing his lips around the leaking, tapered tip. He and Cain both moaned at the same time, him around a mouthful of dog cock, the pitbull groaning openly into the bedroom.\n\nBobbing his head slowly, Gregg took his time in lavishing the thick, turgid member. He purred continuously, the vibration of his throat radiating against the sensitive erection, Cain giving a soft groan of pleasure and laying his head back, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feline's steady expertise.\n\n``Mmm...'' the dog murred, shuddering as Gregg went deeper, taking several inches into his maw. One paw gently squeezed and kneaded at that aching, swollen dog knot, the other stroking lightly at his thigh, Cain in heaven as he was sucked off. His toes curled on either side of the bent-over feline, trembling for a second as his cock flexed and disgorged a healthy surge of salty pre, spurting against the back of Gregg's throat and coating his tongue; he swallowed, purring contently at the warm, familiar taste.\n\nThe cat shivered a moment, feeling that leaking tip almost reaching the entrance to his throat, but held off. Slipping up, keeping the head of that canid cock between his lips, tongue swirling and lapping at it as he hummed softly, tilting his head to one side to lavish his companion's head.\n\n``F- Fuck,'' Cain grunted, bucking his hips by reflex when Gregg went down; he winced as he felt his tip shove down the feline's eager throat, `glrk'ing briefly, but with experience came control. The cat didn't gag much, smiling as much as he could around a mouthful of dog cock, bobbing his head up a bit and then down further, and further, slowly and tantalizing, Cain's legs trembling and his chest shuddering as he took in a shaky, gasping, ``Oooh, f- fuck...''\n\nUp slowly... down slowly... that tight throat engulfing his tip, Gregg's lips suckling down further and further...\n\nUp slowly, tongue dragging out the underside of his mouth, slurping along that hard, red length...\n\nDown again, eyes closed, purring happily as leaking dog cock pushed down his throat further, further...\n\nGregg hummed happily, slipping both hands around the base of Cain's cock, squeezing his knot lightly, teasingly, as his lips pressed to the top of the thick, throbbing bulb. His tail swayed happily above his bare rump, arousal trickling down his inner thighs as he sucked off the large canine, who actually let out a whimper of pleasure and struggled not to buck his hips, bringing a finger to his muzzle to bite down on it to restrain himself.\n\n``F- Fuck,'' he hissed, abdomen trembling as he sucked in a breath. ``Fuck, you're too good at this, Gregg...'' he groaned, head dropping back, raised hand quivering against his chest. \n\nHis other hand slipped down as Gregg slipped up, keeping half the hard dog cock in his mouth before bobbing back down to knot-deep, giving it another squeeze. Encouragingly, his large, strong paw curled against the edge of the feline's pointed ear, kneading lightly, urging him onward.\n\nAnd onward Gregg went. A slight smile around the thick cock, and he began bobbing a bit faster, slurping and suckling messily, slobber dripping down his chin and down the pulsing length of canine meat.\n\nThose heavy, furry balls bounced slightly with his bobbing, especially as Cain sometimes bucked his hips upwards, gasping sharply as he shoved another few inches down Gregg's throat. The hairless took it all in stride, grinding his leaking cunt and aching clit on the bedding beneath him as he gagged himself expertly on the dog's swollen red cock. It throbbed in his throat, making him shudder, eyes closed in focus as he worked.\n\nHe went knot-deep, kissing the thick bulb again, purring deeply and heavily, making Cain whimper yet again, head back and paw grasping at the cat's ear for purchase as surges of thick precum gushed into his gullet.\n\nThen, slowing down, Gregg drew off, rising up inch after inch, lips parting and baring his teeth ever so slightly as he withdrew the cock from his throat and drew up all the way. He gasped, panting slightly, slipping one hand up the slimy, saliva-soaked shafter, pawing at it lightly and gazing up at Cain, who cracked open an eye to meet his gaze. Licking at the leaking tip, Gregg teased, ``Having fun giving me my birthday present, pup?''\n\nThe dog huffed, nodding as he released that big, pointed ear. ``Mmf, y- yeah,'' he admitted, bucking his hips and spurt a glob of pre that spattered on the feline's muzzle. Gregg near-casually lapped at his lips, cleaning up the mess. ``Fuck, you look so good with your throat wrapped around my dick, you know that?''\n\n``Mm, flatterer,'' Gregg winked, giving the shaft a long lick from knot to tip, pawing at the sheathe as he did.\n\nAnd when he reached the tip, his eyes slipped closed, and he enclosed his lips around it again, bobbing down deeply and making the dog murr and shiver happily.\n\n``Ah... Lemme grab a condom,'' Cain huffed, panting through the eager blowjob, his toes curling as Gregg squeezed his knot lightly in rhythm with his slurping lips. The dog reached a paw towards the nightstand beside him, sliding open the top drawer. ``You keep some in here, right?''\n\nGregg's eyes peered up at the dog, maw still full of cock. Thus, he pulled back fully, gasping and sighing softly, leaning his cheek up against the warm dog shaft and nuzzling at it lightly, before musing, ``What if... Ah... I didn't want you to wear a condom?''\n\nThe dog paused, blinking, confused. ``Huh?''\n\nGregg gulped, his cheeks as red as the knot he was nuzzling, licking his lips of its warm, musky taste. He gave it a few strokes, leaning up a bit and saying, ``I mean... Uh, what if, suppose... All our talk about the future, and together, and... y'know, h- having...\n\n``What if the stuff we've said about having a cub together someday wasn't... just talk? What if I said... what if I wanted to really do it, here and now?''\n\nCain stared, heart racing. His cock was still hard, twitching in the feline's soft grasp. He sat up, planting his paws behind him and meeting the cat's nervous eyes, watching him swallow a lump in his throat. ``Are...'' the pitbull began, wide-eyed, ``Are you... serious?''\n\nGregg hesitated, then nodded, shifting to settle his knees beneath himself so he was kneeling between the big dog's legs, his hands still lightly grasping the thick canid dick before him. He lightly stroked it; not really to `goad' his companion, or anything like that, just... almost a nervous tick. He elaborated softly, ``Well, it's just... things have been good, lately. Right? With... with your jobs, and my jobs, and even Dad. And... and with US. A- At least, I thought things were good between us, I mean...''\n\nOne of Cain's hands slipped forward, gently nudging his paw away from his dick. Then, the thick fingers slipped between Gregg's narrow ones, folding together and grasping his hand lightly. He met Cain's gaze, soft and understanding... \n\n``They... they are,'' Cain agreed, nodding, a slightly smile on his lips. ``... It... it was never just talk. I mean, yeah,'' he blushed a bit, lowering his gaze to his still-erect dick, ``part of it was just kinda fetish-y dirty talk. Knock you up, pump my puppies into you, that kinda thing, it sounds hot, heh.\n\n``... But I really do want that with you,'' he confirmed, giving the paw he held a tug, leaning forward. Gregg smiled back and leaned forward too, the two bringing their muzzles close. And, over the canine's leaking knotted dick, they shared a soft, loving kiss.\n\nWhen they parted, Gregg gasped softly, a shiver of excitement running through him and making his long tail flick. ``S- So... We're doing this?'' he asked, heart racing, slit moist.\n\nCain nodded, murring back and reaching his other hand up to cup the slender feline's jaw, his thumb tenderly rubbing at Gregg's cheek. ``We're doing this...''\n\nThey kissed again, but this time, they didn't part right away. Instead, Cain continued to hold one of Gregg's paws, the other slipping under his arm and beginning to tug him up his body. The feline shuffled, slipping up past that throbbing dog cock, lanky figure slinking upwards. He swung his knee up over Cain's thigh, planting it on the bedding above, mirroring the motion on the other side, before settling his rump down, gasping as he felt Cain's cock grinding against his holes, smearing against the folds of his pussy and the pucker of his asshole, tail flagged high as he straddled the larger male.\n\nThey continued kissing, tongues mingling, the tastes of each other blending into a single flavor that sent electricity through them both. Cain fell back, laying his head back on the pillows, broad chest heaving slightly as Gregg caught himself, one paw on each ample pectoral while sitting atop the dog's muscular frame.\n\n``Mmmf...'' Cain grunted, their lips parting a moment as they messily made out, gasping when Gregg's fangs caught his lower lip for a moment, tugged, and released. Their paws squeezed together, fingers laced tight. ``Ah... Y- You're... you're sure?''\n\n``I am,'' Gregg agreed immediately, eyes closed, face warm and long back arched as he swayed his hips, grinding against the turgid cock beneath him. He could feel dog pre smearing on his taint, shivering as it prodded at his holes clumsily. ``I... I want your puppies, Cain. Mm....'' he whimpered softly, his moist slit dripping on the canine's thin-furred abdomen.\n\nTheir lips met again, Cain slipping his free paw down the hairless feline's smooth, tattooed back. Gregg's hands on his chest squeezed lightly, massaging his strong pecs, as the broad pitbull hand drifted lower, before slipping down off the cat's sleek hip to find the base of his cock, grasping it just below the knot. He milked another smear of precum that glistened wetly on Gregg's taint, the cat shivering as he raised his hips higher, toes curling and tail thrashing eagerly.\n\n``Ah... Here I go,'' Cain rumbled huskily, gazing down between their bodies, so utterly contrasted in size, build, and color. He gulped, face warming again, as he angled his tip towards that warm, slick cunt between Gregg's legs.\n\nThe feline purred, his clitoris erect and aching, as he too lined himself up, leaning against Cain's chest as he felt the hot canid tip brush his folds. He kept purring excitedly as, slowly, he lowered his hips, thighs trembling with the effort of going so slow, letting out a gasp as, easily, the slick tip pushed inside him. ``Oooh...''\n\n``Mmm...'' Cain murred, toes curling as his thick rod was engulfed a few inches by Gregg's slit. The moist folds spread open, squelching messily and discharging a bit of glistening arousal that trailed down the intruding dog cock; whether it was feline or canine fluids, neither could tell. Their laced-together hands squeezed again, half comfort and half excitement, the breeding pair clinging tight as inch after inch of canine dick was worked up into that fertile pussy. ``G- God, you feel amazing bare...'' the dog rumbled, shuddering and gushing precum into the eager hole.\n\nGregg huffed, clenching on the six or so inches of dog meat buried in his cunt, shuddering. ``Fuck... Mmf, imagine how good it'll feel to dump your load in my womb...'' he purred lustfully, eyes alight with a hungry fire, heat thrumming in his abdomen.\n\nThe dog growled at that, reaching the paw he'd been lining his dick up with to settle on the feline's slender hip, grasping firmly. He gave him a tug, shoving another inch in, murring, ``Yeah... Mm, knowing you, you'll cum your brains out when I pump my fucking puppies into you, huh?''\n\nThe feline went lower, squirming in Cain's lap, squeezing his paw as the other rested on his chest, limbs trembling. He bit his lip, getting out, ``Y- Yes... God, I want you to breed me, Cain...''\n\nCain huffed, shifting to adjust his grip on the cat's paw, reaching down so that he grasped both sides of Gregg's waist, one of the feline's hands pinned under his firm grasp. He gave a growl, and thrust his hips up, slamming his knot up into that eager, wet, well-used cunt. Pounding, hard and rough, making the feline yelp and squirm, eyes watering up with tears from the aching pleasure of being rammed at, desperate to-\n\n`Pop!''\n\n``F- Fuck...'' Gregg whimpered, legs giving out. He fell down into Cain's lap, the dog grunting as the slight feline barely kept himself mostly upright, panting heavily as one hand perched on the dog's broad chest.\n\nHe could feel the thick bulb of a knot throbbing at the inside of his pussy. Folds engulfing it tightly, milking precum into it as he gasped and clenched by reflex.\n\n``Mmm... G- Good boy,'' Cain groaned, head tilting back, eyes closed and cheeks warm as he felt the leaking feline cunt clamp around his knotted cock. He bucked his hips, but sadly, could get no deeper, his pubic fur and sheathe soaked in the feline's mess. ``G- God, you feel so amazing... S- So fucking good...''\n\nGregg was purring steadily, eyes closed, biting his lower lip as he squirmed atop the thick knot. Finally, he exhaled sharply, a whimper leaving him, as he shifted his legs, tucking his feet up against Cain's thighs. ``Y- Your knot feels so thick...'' he panted heavily.\n\nThe dog flushed a bit, but grinned, squeezing the feline's smooth middle. ``I'm excited...'' he nodded, licking his lips lustfully, ``God, I can't wait to breed you... Pump my puppies deep into your hole, watch you swell with them, cuddle-fuck you while you're FULL of my cubs...''\n\nA shiver went up Gregg's spine, and he whined desperately. \n\n``Yes, fuck, yes,'' he panted, slipping his paw out from under Cain's hand, settling both atop the man's chest. He leaned forward, face warm and sweat beading up on his trembling figure. ``F- Fuck, I want you to cum in me every day... Every day I'm pregnant with your pups, every day they're growing in my womb... Fuck, I wanna ride your knot until I'm ready to BURST...''\n\nCain gave a growl, drawing a paw back and swatting the feline's soft, smooth rump, making him yip. The plump ass cheek stung a bit, Gregg shivering.\n\n``Then get to it, f- fuck...'' he rumbled, slipping the paw around to grasp Gregg's tail base like a handle, rolling his hips up against the eager pussy. ``Can't fuck you while you're pregnant until you take my seed raw, kitty...''\n\nWith Cain's two-handed guidance, the slender, heavily-panting feline lithely lifted up, both of them moaning in pleasure as the thick bulb of the dog's knot popped free. He lifted a few inches, their eyes closed, their bodies moving as one. Then, legs trembling as he descended, Gregg lowered his hips, vulva folds `rippling' around the intruding length of cock, squelching messily for a few inches, before grinding on the knot just a moment, and...\n\n`Pop!' It entered him again, Gregg gasping sharply.\n\nSlowly, eagerly, they settled into a pace, Gregg knot-fucking himself on Cain's erect cock. The dog growled and bucked, but resisted the temptation to take over the pace, panting heavily, leaking like a faucet in those hot, slick depths. His balls ached with the need to impregnate, his gaze locked lovingly on the feline's red, happy face.\n\nThe messy noise of sloppy sex filled the room, broken by moans and grunts, whimpers of pleasure, soft utterances of devotion and arousal and need...\n\nUp, and down, up and down, plapping with each drop into the dog's messy lap. The hands on his hips, engulfing his middle, were the only thing that kept him going, Gregg's entire body on fire and tingling, panting heavily, his flat feline tongue lolling from his maw as he bounced on that thick, throbbing dog dick.\n\n``G- Gah...'' he groaned, wincing as the knot popped free of his cunt again. It was getting so much easier, easier to extract and push in each time. ``S- So hot...'' Gregg purred, toes curling as he rode the dog.\n\n``I know, kitten...'' Cain rumbled, his own tongue lolling. His heart hammered in his chest, thumping against the slender paws resting on his pecs. He guided Gregg's hips down, then up, then down again, grinding up against that leaking pussy. ``G- God, I'm so close...''\n\nGregg whined, desperate for that hot, potent seed. His body trembled, and he locked eyes with the dog, peering lovingly at those warm, brown irises. ``F- Fuck...'' he purred, dropping forward, still locked on the fat knot in his cunt. He lowered his muzzle, Cain offering a knowing smile and leaning his long neck forward, catching the feline's lips in a lustful kiss.\n\nThey made out, Cain slipping one paw up the feline's back, pressing their chests together as they kissed hungrily, lips and tongues and teeth mingling and caressing and teasing. As they did, Cain's other hand tucked Gregg's thigh up higher, making him straddle more tightly, grasping his tail like a handle and holding it high, practically presenting the feline's puckered, winking anus for an unseen audience.\n\nThen, with a growl against Gregg's eager lips, he began thrusting, hard and rough, up into that eager, fertile pussy. \n\nHis balls swung heavy, smacking up against Gregg's rump, the feline yelping in surprise and delight as he was rutted up into. They kept their muzzles locked together, squirming against one another as Cain thrust, and thrust, and thrust, now almost painfully knot-fucking his eager partner.\n\nCain's pelvis ached with the need to cum. To breed. To IMPREGNATE the lustful, alluring feline.\n\nGregg's whole body burned, red-hot and desperate, abdomen both empty and so, so full.\n\nTheir lips held tight, tongues curling together, dancing and twisting and swaying, groans and pants and moans for more lost between one another's hungry maws.\n\nThrusting, thrusting, thrusting, pounding upwards, pinning the cat to his chest as he rammed up into that gushing, sloppy pussy. A growl and a purr, mixing together, becoming a single vibratory tone that radiated through the two of them, filling their chests and their throats and their mouths and their brains... Bodies aching for release...\n\nGroaning into Gregg's lips, Cain thrust one last time, yanking the cat's tail down to meet him in a tight, grinding thrust as, at last, he came.\n\nGregg yelped, and then purred, his clitoris grinding against Cain's abdomen, and then, all at once, a new heat filling him and pushing him over the edge.\n\nThe two kept kissing as they came, a sudden gush of messy fluids spurting between them. \n\nRopes of hot, thick dog seed pumped deep into the feline's hole, his fertile depths positively soaked and overflowing and swelling in a moment. He gasped, parting their kiss for a second, as his stomach burned with the heat of potent dog jizz, before Cain lunged up and kissed him again, silencing his whine of pleasure. The cat gave in easily enough, both of them with their eyes closed as they enjoyed one another, enjoyed their bodies, enjoyed their breeding.\n\nGregg kept rocking his hips, pumping on top of the thick knot, never pulling off of it as it THRUM THRUM THRUM'ed heavily inside him, gushing semen in thick rivulets that surged into his guts. \n\nIt felt... more electric then letting the dog cum in his ass. \n\nMore... satisfying, somehow, as it surged eagerly into his very womb.\n\nThey clung together, Gregg pumping against the thick knot, clenched around it to keep it locked inside, milking every potent drop. The hot, wet soak drenched their mingled parts, Cain's furry balls positively sopping with arousal, his pubic fur matted, Gregg's smooth thighs and groin glistening. Soon, the feline's pumping hips slowed, his limbs quivering tiredly, their lungs burning, their bodies aching.\n\nWith a messy spurt of overfilled cunt, dog semen spurted out around the edges of Cain's knot. The well-used pussy was too loosened compared to his tailhole, and with a surge, creamy white seminal fluids spilled, joining the clear, slimy mess they'd made.\n\nTheir kiss parted, both too exhausted to keep it going. Gregg whimpered, flopping his head down against Cain's chest, tucking his muzzle under the dog's jaw. ``Gah... Hah... F- Fuck...'' the feline whimpered, squirming, clenching on the thick knot still surging in his guts, pulsing deep into his womb.\n\n``Aah...'' the dog moaned softly, his chin settling down against the top of Gregg's head, clinging to him tightly as he... with any luck, that is... impregnated him. His legs trembled, toes curling and flexing with every renewed surge of ejecting semen. ``S- So... So warm...''\n\nThe feline purred, pressing against that broad, scarred chest. His arms splayed to either side, hands tucked in to cling to the dog's shoulders. He trembled, the ache of his well-used pussy slowly dawning on him, the heat and wetness pushing to the forefront.\n\nIt was... heavenly.\n\n``Mmmm...'' Gregg squirmed, curled legs trembling as he tried to shift a little, clinging to the big dog that was knocking him up. He nuzzled at the underside of his muzzle, kissing at the larger male's jawline. ``F- Fuck, this is... S- So good, you're amazing... Fuck, Cain, I love you...''\n\nThe dog twitched, his grasp on the soft, feline figure tightening a bit. Then, it lightened, and he shifted to gaze, eyes warm and soft like chocolate, and smiled. They shared a kiss, more tender.\n\nCain sighed into those soft lips, ``I love you too... So much, god...''\n\nThey must have passed out, clinging and sticky and loving. \n\nCain stirred briefly, becoming aware that they were both laying naked in the bed, still with Gregg settled on top of him, the heated mess of their breeding lukewarm around their groins. He cracked open an eye, wincing at the still-on bedroom lights, but unwilling to get up and shut them off.\n\nInstead, he glanced at Gregg asleep on top of him, pressing close to his broad chest and nuzzling into his throat. He smiled, gently tugging the rest of his softened red dog cock out of the feline's hole, wincing as he felt a warm surge of mess spill out and onto himself.\n\n... Oh well. They could shower in the morning, after a nice, long, sleep.\n\nHe tilted, shifting Gregg over to the side of the bed, laying him on some of the pillows. He turned with the sleeping feline, sure to keep him pressed up against his chest as he lay face-to-face with the cat, kissing at the top of his brow. ``Mm... Our own cubs...'' he hummed softly, thoughtfully, a hand slipping down to brush against that abdomen that may have been active with new, growing life.\n\nBefore he knew it, Cain fell asleep again, cuddling Gregg, a paw cupping against the resting place of their newly-conceived offspring.\n\n*\n\n~~~\n\n~~~* Break *~~~\n\n[b]Spring, 303 D.E.[/b]\n\nIt had been a... very stressful few days.\n\nCain had barely slept, even when he'd been ushered back to his apartment when it was clear it'd be several hours yet. But, the pitbull had been far too anxious to actually sleep. Rest, a bit, but even that was little and less.\n\nRamses, Siff, and Moon had been staying in the city for a few days, as they'd known it was nearly time. The boys had been excited, both to be staying with Regiina, Kaiden, and Caesar at their more multiple-guest-friendly abode, but also for... well, everything going on.\n\nSitting in that hospital waiting area, anxiously tapping his foot, part of him sure he was about to hear horrible news... Cain hated it, just wanting it all to be over already.\n\nHours, and hours, and hours again; but at last...\n\n``They're ready for some visitors,'' the nurse, a kind-faced kangaroo woman, said as she stepped up to the gathering of people. \n\nCain, of course, as well as Ramses and the boys; plus Regiina, Kaiden, and even 4-year-old Caesar, who just looked tired and confused. Adding on had been Fides and Sweet Alyssum, as well as Whitley, Daina, and even two of Regiina's brothers, who'd introduced themselves as Indigo, a 16-year-old hairless cat, and a lion arm-in-arm with his massive she-wolf partner, the two introducing themselves briefly to the group as Caligula and Aelia.\n\nLooking at thirteen people sitting in the waiting room, including some young cubs, she gave an apologetic look to them, adding, ``But it should just be a few people, if you can. They still need their rest.''\n\n``We understand,'' Regiina nodded, holding her purse and looking strongly composed. She turned, let out a sigh, and looked up slightly at Cain, who'd stood when the nurse entered. ``... Go on. He'd want to see you first,'' she said, tilting her head towards the nurse.\n\nCain blinked. ``You... are letting me go ahead?''\n\nThe lioness locked a stare on him, and let out another sigh. At her side, Kaiden gave her shoulder a light squeeze and nodded to her.\n\n``... I'm not a MONSTER, Cain. Just... go, and make sure they're doing alright.''\n\nThe pitbull offered a light smile, as the feline couple, and their 4-year-old, moved to settle back on their seats. Cain opted to turn to Ramses, sitting with Pacific on one side of him and Moon on the other. ``I... could take the boys to see him too, if you want?''\n\nThe cubs looked up at their grandpa, who likewise nodded. He'd been holding Moon's paw, assuring the confused and anxious little kitten; at 6, he seemed to understand enough to be worried, but not enough to find even imaginary assurances for himself. Thus, when Cain held out a paw to the boy, he took it, giving a soft sniffle and wiping some remains of tears from his eyes. Siff was more composed, but visibly fidgeting his paws, stepping up next to Cain.\n\nTogether, the three stepped back towards the nurse, who smiled. Cain noticed, glancing at her nametag, that her name was `Blake'. \n\n``Hi, boys,'' she greeted, leaning down a bit to the mismatched kittens. Blake gave a slight smile, nodding to the two cubs, and then to Cain saying, ``You ready?''\n\nCain nodded back to Blake, and the four stepped through the doors. It was a short walk, but it felt longer, Cain gently squeezing Moon's paw in his grasp, the kitten having to take several quick steps to keep up with the pitbull's long-legged stride. He barely noticed when Siff's paw slipped into his other hand, both hands clasping his large paw.\n\nSoon, Blake nudged open one of the hospital room doors, stepping through and holding it open for them.\n\nGulping anxiously, the pitbull stepped through, two cubs at his heels.\n\nThe room was small, and thankfully private. Big windows let in plenty of light, and a tiny television played... something in the high corner. Past the door was a single bed, wide and stark-white.\n\nSitting on it was Gregg, dressed down in a hospital gown, wrapped in one blanket and clutching another to his chest lightly. He looked tired, but was smiling, and his eyes were red.\n\n``Hey guys...'' he greeted lightly, blinking some tears away. ``Come say hi.''\n\nCain, Siff, and Moon slipped up to the bed, Cain and Moon going to one side, Siff opting to step around the other. The little lion cub peeked up past his father, while Cain smoothly scooped Moon up from the floor and settled him sitting on the edge of the bed where he could see.\n\nWrapped up in the blanket in Gregg's paws was... a cub. \n\nTiny and pink faced, his little eyes closed. His tiny arms and chest were uncovered, giving a little squirm and high-pitched yawn as he tilted in his father's arms.\n\n``Wow...'' Siff gasped softly, staring at the little pup.\n\n``He's... so small,'' Moon pointed out, just as softly, as if scared to speak too loudly and scare the little newborn.\n\nCain had tears in his eyes, staring down at the little dark-furred pitbull puppy in Gregg's arms. His little pink chest, rising and falling in sniffling breaths. The smallest little pudgy paws grasping clumsily, at the blanket, at Gregg's gown, at nothing at all.\n\n``He's...'' the pitbull tried to start, only to choke off.\n\n``Cain,'' Gregg said, slipping a paw down to take Cain's hand. ``Meet our son, Abel.''\n\n``... He's perfect,'' the muscular, scarred man decided, reaching his other paw towards the little pup. Softly, he greeted, ``Hi, Abel... I'm... I'm your dad.''\n\nThe little pup was still too young to oepn his eyes, but that didn't stop a little grabby hand from clasping around the index finger his father extended towards him. Barely able to cling to half the man's thick, sturdy digit, baby Abel still managed a little whining yawn again, `tugging' the adult pitbull's finger towards his toothless muzzle.\n\nHe gave it a testing bite, then seemed to decide it was not food. Still, he kept holding Cain's finger, the man's heart in pieces.\n\n``Hehe,'' Moon let out a soft laugh, peaking at the pup. ``He's holding your hand.''\n\n``Yep,'' Gregg nodded, smiling up at Cain, giving his other hand a squeeze. Then, he looked at Moon, formerly the youngest of his sons, and reminded, ``You're a big brother now, remember? Think you can be a good one?''\n\nThe furless kitten bit his lower lip in worry. But then, he gave as close to a steely look as a 6-year-old hairless cat boy could manage, and nodded. ``I'll- I'll do my best.''\n\nSiff was content to watch, tail flicking, eyes wide with interest, as little Abel squirmed and grasped and yawned again. He'd been too young to really remember when Moon had been born, but Cain confirmed with a glance that there was no way the little lion would be forgetting that experience.\n\nNone of them would, really.\n\nThe following days would be a blur, but nothing would make Cain or Gregg forget the sight of that tiny, blind, floppy-eared and pink-bellied little pitbull cub. Their cub.\n\nNeither of their lives would be perfect, but... \n\nIf nothing else, even apart, they'd made themselves family.\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Late Winter/Early Spring, 298 D.E. (Dissolution of Exchange)
Standing outside the streetside restaurant's door, gazing up at the big, floor-to-ceiling windows pouring warm, yellowed light out onto the darkened city streets, Gregg suddenly felt... far more anxious.
The hairless cat gulped, his hands clasped at his sides to keep himself from fidgeting with the pink and purple button-up shirt he wore. It was the nicest thing he owned at that point, but Gregg was very worried that even that wasn't enough to make him fit in. So many inside the restaurant seemed to be wearing formal attire, elegant dresses and suits, contrasting DEEPLY with the 25-year-old Sphinx cat's button up with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, let alone the loose-fitting jeans that had been `old' five years prior.
He shivered. He wasn't quite sure if that was the end-of-winter air getting his hairless body, or nerves.
``Fuck,'' Gregg hissed softly, lowering his head and pinching his eyes shut.
Maybe this was a mistake...
A hand touched his shoulder, and he flinched, glancing back. Coming up behind him was his `date' for the evening; dressed in a similar vein of `niceness' as Gregg himself, Whitley had on a white button-up with a sleek, darker jacket over top, dark slacks, and a surprisingly classy set of high-heeled shoes. They smiled as they stepped up next to him, the long-snouted young hyena's jagged maw of teeth forming a surprisingly warm and friendly grin. The attire blended nicely with their overall dark fur patterning, the dark red-brown blending neatly with the warm-tinged dark color of their clothing.
``Hey, Greggy!'' they greeted, squeezing his shoulder as they stepped up next to him, looking at the restaurant. They whistled appreciatively, gazing in at the well-dressed patrons and their classy meals. ``Damn, this place is fuckin' NICE... We are gonna stand the fuck out, huh?'' they teased, smirking down at the shorter feline.
Gregg sighed, trying not to tremble too much. ``Y- Yeah...'' he half-grumbled, gazing back at the restaurant. ``Um...''
``... You know,'' Whitley mused, slipping an arm around Gregg's back, leaning into him slightly in a comforting half-hug. ``... You don't OWE her any kind of reconciliation. We could fuck off and get fast food burgers, or something.''
The cat let out a huff of amusement, leaning into his friend. They really meant it, he knew that, but... He gulped, squaring his shoulders a bit, slender pink tail flicking behind his feet. ``N- No,'' he said as firmly as he could, nodding towards the daunting building, ``I... I WANT to. It may not be the whole family, but... but I think I need to do this. At least this once...''
Whitley nodded, giving him another light squeeze before parting from the embrace, shuffling slightly to give the feline some space. ``Right,'' they agreed, slipping their dark-furred paws into their pants pockets and looking up at the building. ``In that case...
``Let's get in there and order the priciest, biggest meals we can! Your bitch of a step-sister is paying for it, right? Might as well stuff ourselves and have enough for lunch tomorrow!''
That made Gregg laugh a bit harder, unable to help a toothy cackle that nearly doubled him over. He nodded, Whitley already moving towards the door, joining them and slipping his paw into theirs for a comforting squeeze. Hey, he was already bringing them as his `date' to this little reunion dinner, might as well put up SOME pretense of romantic interest.
Whitley opened the door, their well-trimmed figure shifting aside to guide Gregg inside. The slender cat flushed a bit, surprised by how warm it felt inside for how cold the street had felt.
``Reservation?'' the friendly-looking marmoset waiting by the door greeted with a smile, their long-fingered hands already folding open the book of reservations on the stand in front of them.
``Ah, we're meeting some friends,'' Gregg told them, approaching the stand and, unsure what to do with them, grasping his wrist with the opposite hand in front of him. ``It should be `King', or maybe... er, what was it? `Royale', I think.''
``Mm... Yes, here we are! Royale, party of eight,'' the marmoset read off swiftly, flashing a pleasant smile at the cat that almost made his heart flutter a bit. Damn, they were REALLY cute... Nope, no, don't be weird at the restaurant employees, the feline scolded himself, subtly pinching at the back of his hand to quell the abrupt thought. He still had a bit of pink to his cheeks, however, as the marmoset gestured past the stand, saying, ``I'll show you to your table, sir.''
Gregg nodded, Whitley stepping up next to him. The three strode into the restaurant, the elegant marmoset leading the way, tail swaying as they entered and moved towards the back, away from the door and front.
After just a few moments, he saw her seated at a table near the back, in a corner of the restaurant's main floor lit overhead by two big chandelier-style arrays of lights.
Regiina... it had only been about five years since he last saw her, but it somehow felt much longer. Still, he definitely recognized the curvaceous, near-amazonian lioness leaning back in her seat a bit, one long, bare leg crossed up over her other knee, the slit in her long, shimmery blue-green dress leaving the limb nearly uncovered. It similarly ended around her bust, her broad shoulders exposed, a set of silver necklaces wrapped neatly around her throat. Her golden fur shone a bit under the warm lighting, aqua-colored makeup around her eyes making them stand out plain as they locked right onto Gregg. Her large figure, taller than most and well-muscled despite her curves, made her stand out starkly against the others in the room, and at the table.
The lioness smiled, slight and almost smirking, as the marmoset led Gregg and Whitley up to the table, the three others sitting at the table likewise turning to greet them.
``Greggory,'' Regiina nodded in greeting, reaching out a paw without sitting up from her slightly reclined position. Gregg took the hand, giving it a brief wave. ``It's been too long, dear! Glad to see you again.''
``Likewise, Regiina,'' the lanky hairless cat nodded back, shuffling slightly as he released his grip on her paw. He set his other hand on the small of his hyena `date's back, nodding to them as they flashed a greeting smile and saying, ``You remember Whitley, I think? They, uh, live here in the city too, now.''
``Of course,'' the lioness nodded with a slight purr, smiling a bit higher at the tall hyena. ``It really was a shame when you and your mother had to move away when we were kids... Poor Greggory never was much one for making friends, left him awful lonely when you left.''
Gregg... opted to pretend that was a sincere statement. Whitley didn't seem to take anything by it either, simply giving a nod with their paws still in their pockets, saying, ``Yeah, I felt pretty bad about it back then... But, hey, we're getting reacquainted again now, so I suppose I can't complain too much!''
``Indeed,'' Regiina nodded, still with that too-sly smile on her lips. Her ears gave a flick, and she glanced to the other three at the table, who Gregg had barely been able to look at without taking his eyes off the woman who felt a little too much like a predatory animal watching wounded prey enter its territory. She did the introductions, slipping a paw around the elbow of the well-dressed, jet-black panther sitting beside her, who offered a broad, toothy grin that was far too innocent to be anything but sincere. ``This is Kaiden, my husband,'' she said, while he lifted a paw in a short wave to the two newcomers.
``I'd heard you got married!'' Gregg chimed, nodding. Then, he flushed a bit, ears twitching down as he admitted, ``Or, rather... Mom mentioned it when I called a few months ago. Ah, but, either way, it's a pleasure to meet you!''
``Likewise!'' The young panther was still grinning, nodding back at Gregg. His smile was insanely warm, and the gold of his wide eyes almost matched Regiina's sleek fur. ``I'd heard a bit about there being another brother, was starting to wonder if I'd ever meet you, haha! Surprised you aren't a lion, to be honest.''
``Ah, yeah, step-brother, really,'' Gregg chimed, chuckling weakly. The panther made a bit of an `ooh' lip motion, nodding and giving a thumbs-up in acknowledgement.
Well, he was... not what Gregg had expected when he'd heard Regiina had gotten married. Though, getting married to a recently-18 son of their father's friend... that part definitely made sense.
``I'm Fides,'' the big-bellied raccoon sitting next to Kaiden greeted, leaning back a bit to peer past the young panther. He looked to be about a decade older than Gregg himself, gray and black fur scruffy but well-groomed, forming a bit of a mustache over his smiling lips, glasses small and round over his eyes. He wasn't quite as well-dressed as Kaiden in his suit, but still fairly nice. ``And this is my wife, Sweet Alyssum.''
The skunk woman was likewise a bit on the plump side; less so then her raccoon husband, but still chubby and warmly smiling. She wore a purple blouse with frilly sleeves that covered her upper arms, a dark green skirt visible around her waist, her big, fluffy tail curled up to drape over the back of her chair as she tittered and waved at the hairless cat and hyena joining them. ``Hiiii, Greggory! And- I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, ma'am,'' she chimed, glancing up at Whitley.
``Hehe, not a `ma'am' actually,'' Whitley snickered slightly, though their cheeks were visibly pinking up. For reasons Gregg could never quite figure out, being mistaken for a woman seemed to fluster them in a pleasant way. ``But, I'm Whitley! It's nice to meet you, Sweet..?''
``Sweet Alyssum,'' the skunk tittered again, giving another wave. ``But, please, call me Aly! Or Sweetie, but if you call me that, I might make you buy me dessert, hehe.''
``No problem, Sweetie,'' the hyena chuckled, winking back at the short, chubby woman. Her husband just chuckled as well, shaking his head and smiling good-naturedly.
Gregg and Whitley went to the opposite side of the table, settling across from Regiina and Kaiden. Specifically, Gregg sat across from the panther, while the hyena slunk down their long-limbed figure and sat across from the lioness at the end of the table.
``So,'' Gregg gulped, sitting far too straight-backed, his paws on the table and tail flicking anxiously through the gap in the back of his chair. ``W- We're waiting for one more couple, right?''
At the reminder, Regiina gave a tired sigh, rolling her eyes. Kaiden, meanwhile, chuckled, shaking his head amusedly.
``Yeah, yeah, my bud Cain,'' the panther explained, leaning forward as he explained the situation to the hairless cat. He tilted his head towards the tall lioness beside him, adding, ``Regiina here doesn't like him too much, but he's a good enough guy.''
``I'd like him more,'' the lioness huffed, crossing her arms under her bosom, ``if the man wasn't such a- a- a THUG.''
Kaiden rolled his eyes at that. Bringing his free paw up to his muzzle, he conspiratorially `whispered' to Gregg and Whitley with a wink, ``He just LOOKS rough around the edges. He really is a nice guy, you'll see.'' Regiina gave another annoyed huff, but didn't seem to have anything to argue the point.
Well, if Regiina didn't like him, Gregg was sure that this `Cain' would be a decent person.
They didn't have long to wait. A few more minutes of idle conversation with his step-sister, her husband, and her husband's friends, and the final two in their party approached the table, led by a portly salmon.
``Hey gang!'' the muscular, black-furred pitbull greeted with a slight smile. His ears were cropped, standing tall from his big, blocky head, his dark brown eyes near-disappearing in the dark figure he made. Dark, except for the red, pink, and pale scars lacing over his face and visible on his exposed arms, some resembling claws or bite marks, others almost seeming to be burns, others still being indecipherable except that they were clear against his dark, short fur. His broad chest was covered by a tight-fitting deep blue shirt, nice enough but clearly not in the vein of Regiina's dress or Kaiden's suit. Still, he'd clearly put on some decent jewelry, a few rings and a nice watch on his sturdy paws, and a thin chain necklace dangling between his pecs.
Gregg noticed all this, and then noticed that he was staring up at the handsome canine. His cheeks and ears were warm, and he flushed, snapping out of the slight daze he'd entered upon seeing the man.
`WOW, he's hot,' the cat found himself thinking, before squashing it down.
``Uh- H- Hi! Cain, right?'' he greeted, setting a paw on Whitley's shoulder, the hyena reclining in their seat. ``I'm Gregg, Regiina's br- er, STEP brother. And this is my friend, Whitley! They were nice enough to agree to come along for a free meal.''
Regiina let out a slight huff at that.
``Nice to meet you,'' Whitley said, extending a paw, which the still-standing pitbull took and shook briefly. They then peered past the big canine, at the slender dalmatian gal standing behind him, winking at her and greeting, ``And helloooo to the pretty doll behind you, hehe.''
``Hiii,'' the dalmatian girl greeted, stepping up beside Cain, who set a paw on the small of her back. Well... that was disappointing, Gregg thought, figuring she was his girlfriend. ``I'm Daina! Nice to see most of you again, and nice to meet you two, Gregg and Whitley.'' She was fairly pretty, a neat contrast to Cain's tall, broad, and scar-littered figure; white fur broken up by the sparse blackened spots, clustered mostly over her slender snout and bare shoulders like freckles. She, like her date for the evening, didn't exactly dress `fancy', but still nice, in a knee-length rosy pink dress that tied behind her long neck, small breasts accentuated by a deep cut and a lacy bind around the abdomen.
Cain added, as they stepped behind Gregg and Whitley's seats to head for their own, ``Sorry we're a bit late! Filming went a bit long tonight, and that hack le Croke kept bungling his lines.''
``Ugh, that frog,'' Daina rolled her eyes as she took the seat at the end, across from Sweet Alyssum, the two women giving a smile and silent greeting to each other as she settled into her seat, Cain having pulled it out for her. ``He really HAS to be sleeping with every other director in town, there's no other way that doofus could be landing jobs.''
Cain chuckled at that, Gregg unable to help doing the same. The pitbull shifted and dropped into his own seat, right beside the hairless cat, commenting, ``Well, he DOES have a good voice, to be fair. But, yknow, frogs and their tongues, I'm sure that helps.''
``Pfft,'' Gregg snickered, unable to help imagining some thespian frog with an operatic voice proudly announcing to the world that he'd be eating the director's ass to save his job that evening.
The cat flushed a bit when Cain glanced over at him and shot him a toothy grin, seeming appreciative that someone else at the table enjoyed his `joke'.
``Anyways,'' Regiina cut in, with a smile that didn't go up to her eyes. She picked up one of the eight menus on the table, as well as the standing card with the restaurant's alcoholic options. ``Should we order something to drink?''
The evening went decently well for a time. They all ordered drinks; mostly wine, a whiskey or two, Whitley ordered some fruity pink and green arrangement with fruit speared in the glass that actually smelled delightful. In time, they also ordered food, chattering and passing tales and facts about themselves with both the newcomers and old friends.
Gregg... was enjoying himself. Sure, it helped that he kept lightly brushing against the big, scarred pitbull sitting beside him, his elbow grazing the man's forearm, his knee nudging up against those thick thighs...
He snapped himself out of it again. Damn. Maybe he should have switched seats with Whitley...
Regardless, he was having a nice time. He learned about Fides and his skunk spouse, their jobs and backgrounds and hopes to eventually have a cub and a suburban home together. He learned about what Kaiden had been starting on now that he was out of school and working at his father's company, though Regiina thought he should aim for a college degree or two to bump himself up a bit higher, faster. He and Whitley explained what they did around town, a step below the panther's nepotism business job, but fortunately everyone seemed to appreciate that they were doing what they could with what they had.
``Oh, I'm an actor, on the better days, heh,'' Cain explained when it came time to him. He leaned back in his seat, scratching at the back of his broad neck with one paw, adding, ``Most days, though, I work at a bar. Some bouncer work, some bartender work, a lot of cleaning glasses; nothing fancy, but it gets me by.''
``Oh, cool,'' Gregg nodded, eyes a bit wide. He'd figured on the actor bit, based on what they'd said upon arriving, but it was still interesting to hear. ``Is that how you two met? Acting, or bar... work?''
The pitbull nodded, chuckling lightly. ``Yeah, yeah,'' he confirmed, elaborating, ``Actually, Daina and I did an audition together... didn't really speak after, but we knew of each other. Then she came into the bar where I work, recognized me, we talked a bit...''
``Went home together and spent the night,'' Daina cut in with a smirk, nudging the bigger dog with her elbow teasingly. ``If you ever have back pain, just hit THIS guy up. Bring lube, though.''
Most at the table laughed, though Gregg caught Regiina scowling slightly at the crude comment as he snickered. After it settled, the feline asked, ``So, have you two been dating long, then, or?''
``Oh, we're not really `dating' dating,'' Cain said, glancing over at the dalmatian, who took a sip of her wine and gave a casual shrug, smiling slightly around the rim of her glass. ``I mean, we gave it a try, at first. It was good... Really good, for a bit. But eventually it just kinda drifted, life changed, you know how it is. Still good friends, though. And, heh, we do still have fun here and there, when we can.''
``And he's still DESPERATELY hoping for me to take him back,'' the dalmatian teasingly chimed in once again, Cain letting out a bark of laughter.
Gregg's cheeks were a bit warm, from alcohol or... whatever. He grinned though, nodding his head back at Whitley gnawing on some toothpick-speared fruit chunks without using their paws. ``Ah, kinda the same deal with this goof,'' the sphinx cat chimed, fiddling with his own wine glass with both paws. ``I, uh, don't really know anyone else in the city, but they've been a lot of help while I'm going back and forth. And it's been nice to get back in touch... er, no pun intended.''
``Ha! Touch,'' Whitley barked, throwing an arm over Gregg's shoulder and setting their long muzzle on his other shoulder with a toothy grin. ``Yeah, we've been doin' a LOT of `getting in touch' hehehe...''
Cain and Daina laughed at that, Gregg flushed but able to force out a bit of a laugh. Jeez, how much alcohol was in that stupid fruity drink?
``Does seem like you two have fun together,'' Daina chimed, peering passed Cain's chest at the hyena. ``And nice to not be the only non-couple couple invited to these `date nights'.''
The hyena near-purred, rumbling against Gregg's neck as they nuzzled at him teasingly, winking at the slender dog girl. ``Well, hey, if you ever wanna see exactly how much `fun' we are...'' the murred suggestively, Gregg's cheeks burning hot at the words spilling out of his half-drunk friend's lips.
``Ok!'' he near-yelped, slapping a paw over the hyena's muzzle, pinning their snout shut with a whimper of interrupted flirtation. ``I think that's enough of THAT, haha! Try some water, Whit, before you decide you need to whip it out over dessert.'' He pressed the snout away from his shoulder, Whitley rolling their eyes but lifting off of Gregg's back and settling back in their seat.
``Heh, quite the character,'' Cain chuckled, before taking a short swig of his iced whiskey. ``So, you said you were new in the city? What brings you?''
``Work, mostly,'' Gregg said, gazing up at the handsome canine. ``I, uh, have been living with my dad- my REAL dad, that is- at this little town a few hours away. But, I got this job offer in the city that pays pretty well, and we need the money for the cubs, so... I spend most of the week here, staying at Whitley's place and helping them pay their rent, and commute back to Dad and the boys.''
``Boys?'' Cain repeated, blinking slightly. ``You're a dad?''
Gregg flushed; he hadn't meant to mention his sons tonight, and could feel Regiina's sharp gaze on the side of his head. A glance her way confirmed it, an intense, disapproving burn in her eyes. ``Y- Yeah, two of `em,'' Gregg said, stammering over his words a bit. He gulped, but continued, ``It, uh, it's just been me and my dad watching them... The big one is 4 now, started preschool already, and the little one's just a baby.
``... It, uh. It kinda sucks being away from them so much... But, we talk on the phone most nights, and I try to make the most of my time at home. Still...'' Gregg lowered his gaze, thumbing at the texturing on his wine glass, trying to ignore a bit of heartache.
Cain nodded, slipping a broad hand forward and gently settling it atop Gregg's slender paw. He gave a comforting squeeze that made Gregg look back up, assuring the other male, ``I know how that is... My grandpa raised me most of my life. Never really knew my dad much, and mom was... Well, we'll say `out of the picture' so I don't say something more rude. But, we got by, even if it took a lot of work... And it seems like you're putting in as much effort as you can. I'm sure, even if those kids don't understand NOW, they will when they're older.''
Gregg smiled softly, nodding and reaching his free hand up to wipe a quick tear from his eyes. ``Yeah... Thanks, Cain. Really.''
They held each other's gaze a moment, warm, scarred paw atop slender, hairless paw. Gregg was surprised to find that those hard, brown eyes looked almost more... chocolatey up close, warm and... almost sweet.
Sweet Alyssum cut the moment, cheering, ``Oh! Food is here, guys!''
Cain and Gregg had jumped at the declaration, glancing at her, then over at the waiter approaching with a standing tray and multiple plates of food. They shared a quick look and smile, separating their hands and settling fully into their seats for their meals. But, Gregg's tail kept swaying behind him, almost wagging as he glanced up at the broad-faced canine.
The night continued.
They ate, they drank, they told stories and shared thoughts. Gregg was pleased to find that Cain, Kaiden, and Fides had taken a shine to him, giving him an open invitation to join them for some of their `guys nights'. He also found himself getting along well with Sweet Alyssum, the skunk charming him a fair bit with her high, kindly demeanor, as well as Daina, though she seemed to have hit it off more with Whitley then anyone else. He even managed to talk with Regiina a bit without feeling like prey stuck in a trap, which was a wonder for them.
As they all shuffled out, some half-drunk and the rest just a bit buzzed, divvying up cabs to return to their respective homes and apartments, Gregg found himself staring at the bit of paper with five new cellphone numbers written on it, each in a different handwriting. He was smiling, unable to help staring a bit at Cain's straight-lined, scratchy-written number.
*
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~~~* Break *~~~
Summer, 299 D.E.
Gregg stood in the apartment's kitchen, anxiously tapping his bare footpaw on the linoleum floor as he gazed over the assortment on the counter. The late afternoon sunlight poured in through the windows across from him, in the small space set up as a living room. Couch, love seat, lamp, television... all a bit old and worn, but in decent shape.
The feline cocked his head a bit, gazing at the drinks and snacks he'd gotten out. ``I don't know... does it look like enough?'' he asked, calling a bit loud, peering down the nearby hallway into the rest of the apartment.
``Sure, sure, looks fine,'' Whitley chimed, striding down the hall as Gregg looked. They were dressed in a nice button-up shirt in a slightly lavender-adjacent color, their slacks adorned with a silver chain from one belt loop to one on the back of their waist. A few bracelets adorned their wrists, some dark and plain, a few others colorful and pastel.
Gregg cocked an eyebrow. ``Are you... going somewhere?'' he asked, gesturing to the oddly put-together attire.
The hyena flashed a grin, adjusting their half-rolled sleeve. ``Oooh, just goin' on a little date... With that cute dalmatian gal your buddy Cain is friends with,'' they stated, cackling lightly.
The hairless cat sighed, bringing a hand up to his face. ``Are you seriously ditching me tonight to go hook up with some cutesy dalmatian?''
``Absolutely.''
``... Fine,'' Gregg huffed, lowering his hand. Then, nodding to the set-up on the counter, he asked, ``Seriously, does that look okay? I've... I mean, I've never HOSTED friends before. Two sleepovers when we were 12 are about as close as I ever got.''
``Aww, the sleepovers,'' Whitley sighed, bringing a paw to their chest wistfully. ``So much pizza, so many sodas... So many late-night blow-``
``God, would you just tell me if this looks like enough shit?'' Gregg half-snapped, slapping the cackling hyena's shoulder. His cheeks were getting pink, and he huffed, admitting, ``I just wanna make a good impression, okay? Seriously, help me out.''
The hyena rolled their eyes. Looking at the assembly, they hummed, then nodded. ``You can get out the beer from the back of the fridge too, I don't mind sharing one night,'' they pointed out, gesturing to the fridge. ``Plus, those guys seem like beer drinkers.''
``Fair... point,'' Gregg nodded, thankfully. He went to the fridge, opening it and digging for the mostly-full case of beer.
``Kay, I'm gonna run!''
``Use condoms!''
``Pfft, bold of you to assume I'm gonna top tonight!'' Whitley chimed back, waving at the door as they slipped out. ``Seeya!''
The door shut, and Gregg exhaled, setting the beers on the counter.
Hopefully the guys wouldn't expect TOO much out of him...
In time, they all arrived together, admitting to having done some car-pooling to avoid too much traffic. Fides led the group, greeting the feline with a big, back-creaking hug that left him a bit more breathless then he expected, sagging as the raccoon entered the small apartment and went for the small living room area. Kaiden followed him up, flashing a toothy grin at the fellow feline, the two sharing a quick hand-shake; even after a bit over a year, he still wasn't too sure about his step-sister's husband. Cain, though...
Gregg found himself pausing, smiling dopily up at the blocky-muzzled canine as he stepped in, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. ``H- Hey, Cain!'' the cat greeted, extending a paw, then hesitating, as he wasn't sure exactly what kind of greeting the dog might go for.
Cain smiled back, slipping his paws from his jacket and, to Gregg's blushing pleasure, leaning down for a casual embrace. His arms gave the cat a squeeze, Gregg slipping his own around the big canine's sturdy waist, before parting, Cain setting his big paws on the feline's narrow shoulders. ``Good to see you again, man,'' he nodded, flashing a toothy grin.
``Likewise!'' Gregg agreed, still warm in the face as he stepped aside and gesturing Cain inside. ``Oh, come on in! It, uh, looks like Fides and Kaid are already getting into the beer, heh.''
The dog nodded, stepping inside, Gregg shutting the door behind him and moving to follow.
The living room area was small, a three-walled space across from the kitchen area with a set of big, high-set windows on the wall letting in light, a three-person couch shoved back against one wall, a television atop a small entertainment system across from it, a coffee table in the middle of the room, a smaller recliner and a shelf of movies and books shoved further back.
Fides, a beer in hand, had settled at one end of the couch, his ample rump sagging into the soft cushions. ``Ah,'' he sighed, finishing a swig of the cheap beer. ``Not the best, but damn, you have good taste, Gregg!''
``Heh, it's not mine, actually,'' Gregg admitted, watching as Kaiden opted to sit on the carpeted floor, the youngest of the group clearly not minding doing so as he snatched a beer and cracked it open. ``Whitley let me borrow their beer; I'll have to pay them back, but it should be fine.''
``Oh, yeah, where are they? I kinda assumed they'd join us,'' Cain admitted, crossing around to the recliner, grabbing a beer for himself.
Gregg stepped past Fides, going for the other end of the couch, right next to Cain's chair. ``They had a `hot date'. Oh, with that friend of yours, Daina, actually,'' he added, choosing not a beer, but one of the sodas. He... wasn't much of a drinker, most days.
The pitbull grinned toothily at that. ``Oh, reallyyyy?'' he mused, chuckling. ``Well, here's hoping Whit knows what they're getting into. That girl can be a LOT to handle...''
``I'm sure that's why you broke up with her,'' Fides cut in. ``A lot to handle, surely...''
``As it happens, there wasn't much of a `break up','' the dog countered, jabbing a finger past Gregg at the raccoon. ``We just kinda... stopped dating. But, she's still fun in the sack.''
The group continued chatting, not really paying attention to the TV as it played some rerun sports game. Gregg was enough of a casual fan to have had an interest when it was new, but he certainly didn't mind that the fun seemed more circled around them all shooting the shit, eating and drinking.
``Oh, so,'' Cain said, perking up in his seat, turning to Kaiden on the floor nearby. ``I heard about the kid! Congrats to you and Regiina, you most be so excited,'' he chimed, smiling at the panther.
The black-furred younger male grinned, nodding happily and bringing a paw to the back of his head in mild embarrassment. ``Oh, yeah, it's amazing! I- I mean, I never really thought I'd have cubs, but now I'm a DAD. It's... weird. But, man, little Caesar is adorable...''
``Oh, I know, I saw the pics Regiina was passing around last month,'' Fides added, a smile under his bushy grey-furred mustache. ``Cute little bugger... You're lucky he took after his mom, obviously.''
``Ha! Jerk,'' the panther let out a bark of laughter, before throwing a playful punch at the bigger man's leg, about as high as he could reach. The raccoon let out a good-natured laugh, the others joining in. ``I'm just glad to not have to deal with `pregnant' Regiina anymore. Oof, if she's rough around the edges normally, she was... razor-sharp those last few months.''
``Rough,'' Gregg agreed, nodding. Then, he gave a sly smirk, adding warningly, ``Though, you always might have another.''
``Uggh. Don't remind me,'' Kaiden half-groaned. Before adding, more lightly, ``Though... It WOULD be nice for Caesar to have a little brother or sister... I mean, I was an only child, and it always felt kinda lonely, right?''
``I don't know,'' Gregg shrugged, the hairless cat fingering at his can of soda. ``I mean, I was an only child for a while, before my mom married Regiina's dad and I ended up with step-siblings. It was... a rough transition.''
``I mean, I had a big sister,'' Fides noted. ``It was kinda nice... kinda difficult. We fought a lot, but it was good some days, when we could work together, heh.''
Their eyes turned towards Cain slowly. The pitbull, not catching on immediately, sipped his beer, glancing back at them in turn. Then, he blinked. ``Huh?''
Kaiden gestured urgingly to the canine, chuckling softly. ``Bud, your turn.''
``Turn? Oh!'' Cain sat up, flushing a bit. ``I mean... I don't know. I was an only child too, and I even grew up in the city, but... I'm not sure if that was a rough upbringing, or if I just had a bad hand as a kid. My first real friends were a bunch of shitty punks, I kept getting in trouble or starting it, my grandpa was out working most of the day...''
``Oof, buzzkill,'' the panther admitted, frowning. Then, realizing that that may have come across more... RUDE then he meant, he lowered his head and added weakly, ``Er, sorry.''
``Eh, it's long past...''
``Still,'' Gregg agreed, leaning over and setting a paw on Cain's knee. The dog gave him a light, thankful smile, and he nodded back.
They were quiet a moment, sitting on the previous exchange. After a short time, however, Fides took a sip of beer, gulped, and spoke up, ``Well, uh... speaking of having cubs!''
The others jumped at the declaration.
``Wait?''
``Are you and Aly...?''
``Did you-!?''
``Ah, jeez, no, you weirdos,'' the raccoon dismissed, waving a paw and rolling his eyes at them as they settled back in their seats. ``I just meant that, y'know, we're all adults, we've probably THOUGHT about it at least. All getting about that age, at least, heh,'' he added teasingly, winking at the panther seated near him, who chuckled lightly. ``I mean, I know Aly and me have talked about it, a few times, actually.''
``Really?'' Cain inquired, settling back in his seat, glad to be away from the subject of their own childhoods. Gregg could relate...
``Really,'' Fides confirmed, chuckling. ``We both WANT cubs, eventually... at least one, maybe more. She, uh... seems a bit concerned about raising kids in the city, though, and I'm kinda in agreement; I think when it comes to be that time, we'd probably move somewhere quieter.''
``Oh? And that's not just your dad whispering in your ear?'' Kaiden mused, chuckling.
The raccoon huffed, shooting a light scowl at the feline. ``... Maybe a little,'' he relented, grumbling under his breath about `stupid know-it-all cats'. ``Can't say he's wrong, though. I mean, I grew up in a nicely-sized town, and I LOVED it as a cub! I kinda think I'd want the same for my kids, too, y'know?''
``I get that,'' Cain nodded. The raccoon gave him a look; the dog flushed, perhaps noting that of the three of them, he was the only who was both cub-free and partner-free. ``Ah, I mean... I dunno, I want a cub or two someday, yeah? Not really something I'm... YEARNING for or whatever, or that I think will complete me, but... Its just always been something I knew I wanted in my life, I guess.
``Aaaand... I think I'd at least want to be living outside the city, maybe? Somewhere nearby where I can still work, and we can still see the sights that are here, but... Eh, growing up in the thick of it, around SO MUCH, it uh... pushed me in ways that I don't like, looking back.''
``Fair,'' the panther nodded thoughtfully.
``Hey, I already said I don't really like the idea of raising a kid in this city,'' Fides shrugged, chuckling. He took another sip of beer, adding, ``But, y'know, you're gonna have to commit to one of these gals we set you up with if you really want that. Or, uh, at least one of the guys.''
Gregg cut in lightly, ``Hey, you never know! He could adopt on his own, or surrogate or something.''
Fides opened his mouth to retort, but clearly had nothing, sighing. ``Well, what about you? Any interest in moving your kids to the city? Have `em and your dad closer while you work, or whatever?'' the raccoon inquired, looking at the hairless cat.
``Ah,'' Gregg uttered, blinking. Somehow, he hadn't thought the conversation topic would hit him. He gulped, thinking a moment... ``I... don't know. Not having to spend so much time away from them would be nice, but... Eh, for now, I don't see myself changing things too much on them, or on myself. I'm not really sure WHAT my life might look like going forward, heh...''
The others nodded, clearly relating more than a little to the idea. Sure, Fides and Kaiden had spouses and growing families, but they were far from the types to assume their whole lives were laid out before them.
Cain, least of all.
The pitbull nodded, tapping his empty beer. ``No kidding... As much as having a cub is something I want sometime, not too sure I'd do it while my work is so tenuous.''
``Could always quit the acting gig, focus on the bar,'' Fides pointed out, for what was clearly not the first time judging by the dog's low groan and slumping in his seat.
``Uggh... I know, I know, but... I REALLY want acting to work out,'' he grumbled, though winced when he realized how much like a pouting cub he sounded. He still grumbled further, adding weakly, ``I mean, I've had a few good runs, here and there...''
Gregg, sympathetic to the canine's acting aspirations, once again reached out and set a paw on his leg, assuring, ``I'm sure you'll make it work... I mean, I saw you in that crime thriller flick from a few years ago, you were awesome! Way better than that hack in the lead role, ugh...''
Cain let out a bark of laughter, Kaiden and Fides chuckling along. ``Yes! God, that fuckin'... what was it, `Dog-Eat-Dog World'? Awful title, but my character was SICK.''
``So, is that all it'll take?'' Fides half-teased, winking at the dog lightly. ``A few solid movie jobs, and you'll knock some dame up and have a puppy or two?''
``Nah, nah,'' Cain dismissed, shuffling to sit back up in his seat. Gregg bit back a yelp of surprise when the big muscular pitbull tilted his gaze over to him, eyes meeting the feline's as he added, ``I'd... like to wait for the right person, first, too. That'd be the real deal-maker, cub wise, hehe.''
Gregg was quick to bring a paw up over his mouth, trying to hide the pink blooming on his cheeks. From the corner of his eye-averted gaze, he just saw the canine smirk at the reaction, but the other two didn't seem to notice, Kaiden teasing Cain in a mock-wistful voice about being such a romantic puppy-dog, while Fides let out a bark of laughter, the raccoon noting that a good partner did seem helpful.
They continued conversing a bit, until...
``Oh! I was wondering,'' Kaiden perked from the floor, pointing a finger inquisitively at Gregg. The hairless feline blinked, surprised by the abrupt start. ``Hah, I uh... have sorta asked Regiina a few times, but never gotten a real answer... and feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up if its not something you wanna talk about, but...
``So, uh, your cubs. Who was their mom? Or, moms?''
Gregg's eyes stayed wide, but now he blushed, ears tilting down as he averted his gaze. ``O- Oh...''
``Kaid, for fucks sake,'' Fides groaned, slapping a paw over his face.
``Oh, like you weren't curious!''
``Yeah, duh, but I'm not such an asshole I'd come out and ASK that!'' the raccoon scolded, kicking a foot forward and hitting the panther in the stomach. He grunted, shoving the leg away.
Cain leaned over, setting a paw comfortingly on Gregg's shoulder. ``You... really don't have to talk about that,'' he assured, shaking his head lightly and offering a slight smile.
Gregg gazed back at the brown-eyed pitbull, and gulped. Still red in the face, he sighed, and said, ``N- No, it's... I mean, it's a valid question, I guess?'' He huffed, leaning back in his seat, Cain's paw falling from his shoulder as he did. ``Um... the thing is... their mom is, uhh... sorta me.''
The other three paused. Blinked a moment.
Fides got it first, making a silent `oh', and nodding understandingly.
Cain stared, cocked his head. Considered... and then his cheeks got warm as his eyes went wide. ``You... Ah. That's...''
``I don't get it,'' Kaiden said, scratching at his head. ``Their mom is you? But...''
Gregg sighed, and sat back up, setting his paws on either side of his thighs. ``The thing is, I... er, don't have normal guy parts. I've got a, er... vagina,'' he explained shakily to the other feline, glancing at a blushing Cain and a slowly-nodding Fides on either side of him.
``... Oh!'' the panther gaped, eyes wide. ``Oh... Oh, I feel like an ASSHOLE now.''
``N- Nah, it's fine,'' Gregg assured, smiling weakly and waving the statement off. ``I mean, I was... probably gonna mention something about it at some point anyways, and... I don't really like `hiding' it from people, so... It's fine, really.''
``S- Still, shit,'' the panther huffed lightly, lowering his head, ears down. ``That's, uh... I mean, I guess Regiina's weird roundabout answers make more sense, now, but... Uh, y'know, as your brother-in-law, I feel bad for bringing it up out of the blue like that. S- Sorry.''
Gregg shook his head, insisting, ``No, no, really! It's okay, Kaid. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And, like I said, I was trying to figure out how to mention it without making it a THING, but this works fine!'' The hairless cat chuckled a bit, forcing a wider smile then he really meant, feeling like his heart had stopped beating the instant it came up.
``... Well, thanks for trusting us to know,'' Cain ultimately said, gathering himself as well. He hesitated with his hand a moment, then set it on Gregg's knee, squeezing lightly. ``Obviously, that doesn't change anything with us, right, guys?''
``Course not!''
``No way.''
``See?'' the pitbull smiled, and Gregg couldn't help but smile back, relaxing some. ... And maybe unable to help a slight shiver of excitement at the weight of that strong, rough-padded hand on his leg, just beneath the edge of his shorts so he could feel it against his skin.
``Right... Thanks, guys,'' he nodded, squirming uncomfortably. He glanced at Cain, who casually reclined back and took another sip of his drink. ``Uh... Now, something else to talk about, please?'' the cat half-begged, giving a weak chuckle.
The panther nodded, then got a confused look on his face. ``... Wait, if you were the one who gave birth then... who were the dads?''
``Kaiden!''
``Kaid! Shut up!''
``What?!''
Once again, the evening passed. It got later and later, the group chatting, hanging out, watching a few movies and sports games.
At long last, Kaiden and Fides elected to head out and take a cab back to their respective homes, Cain opting to hang back to help clean up. Gregg tried not to blush at the offer, but he was pretty sure he let out a dopey giggle and an excited ``Okay!'' when the handsome pitbull had offered.
Working together, the two carried the garbage and left over snacks and drinks back into the kitchen.
Cain popped the fridge, starting to shove untouched soda cans in, while Gregg went to the garbage can, stuffing empty bags of chips and cans in, huffing in annoyance as it overfilled and struggled to squash down.
``Ugh... stupid thing...''
``Hey, Gregg?''
``Hm?'' the cat inquired, perking up and turning to face the dog. The kitchen was so small, they were practically hip-to-hip, and he reflexively shifted to press his hip back against the counter behind him, affording as much space as he could. His cheeks were still warm as he looked up at the standing canine, who smiled and closed the fridge. ``Y- Yeah, Cain?''
``So...'' he mused, leaning against the fridge door, his arms crossed against his broad chest. The pitbull gave a half-apologetic smile, chuckling weakly, ``W- Well, maybe I'm just kinda drunk, but uh... A- And its cool if not, obviously, I'm not gonna be weird about it...''
``Heh, Cain,'' the cat let out an amused huff, shaking his head. ``Whatever it is, it's... probably fine? Just ask, man.''
The dog clapped his muzzle shut, and then flashed a smile. ``Hah, f- fair,'' he admitted, nodding. ``So, I was wondering... Could I go down on your pussy?''
The feline... stared, wide-eyed. His face burned hot, ears perked and red. He opened his mouth to reply, and a shaky squeak left his lips instead, immediately making him snap his head to the side and clasp a paw over his muzzle, stunned at his own reaction.
``Ah, sorry, like I said, I'm kinda drunk, and just... curious, y'know? I mean, I've eaten pussy, it's fun, but never... uh, a GUY'S pussy, y'know? Er, but if that's weird, or gross, or, uh-``
``NO!'' Gregg snapped in shock, lunging forward, both paws suddenly on the stammering dog's chest. ``Er, I mean,'' he said, staring up at those wide eyes of Cain's, ``I just... I- If you want, I guess...?''
``... You sure?'' Cain asked, bringing a paw up to scratch at the edge of one of his cropped ears. He had a plain blush on his cheeks as he added, ``I mean, I'm just being dumb, I think...''
The cat gulped. Then, he shakily stepped back, removing his paws from Cain's chest and instead moving them to his own shorts, unbuttoning them swiftly. With the big dog's eyes on him, he clumsily dropped the shorts, then settled back in his underwear, paws resting on the edge of the counter. ``Um, here,'' he said, wincing slightly at his own clumsiness as he kicked the shorts out of the way, and hopped up, settling his rump on the smooth counter. It was cold, making him shiver slightly, but he relaxed a moment later, parting his legs wide.
Cain... stared, eyes wide and cheeks hot. His nub of a tail wagged, and he was developing a distinct bulge in his pants. ``F- Fuck...'' he huffed, licking his lips at the sight before him.
Gregg, blushing, reclined a bit, holding himself up with one hand behind him on the counter. The other slipped forward, his sleek T-shirt riding up high a bit from the movements so that it exposed a few inches of flat, pink-skinned belly. His long, slender legs extended out either direction, dangling at the knees over the ledge, his bare paw-toes curled slightly in the air as he sat on the counter. Face red, he dipped his fingers low, gently bunching up the soft material of his underwear, tugging it aside to expose himself.
Cain gulped. The slit was slightly puffy, vulva lips thick and meaty; there were more red-pink then the surrounding skin, a rosy shade that stood out starkly against his lighter skin, even where it darkened around his smooth groin. They didn't go down straight, the plump folds, swaying outwards twice before drooping back over each other, soft-looking and warm. At the apex of his entrance, the distinct figure of a surprisingly thick clitoris hung, arching down over his hole, a slight `hooding' of tan skin curling over the glans-like head.
``Wow...'' the dog huffed, stepping closer, heart racing. He set a paw on Gregg's bare thigh, the cat shivering at the slight touch. He was salivating, a bit of drool building up at the corner of his lip as he rumbled softly, ``That looks... Fuck, man, that's a NICE looking cunt...''
Gregg huffed in amusement, and arousal, shifting his paw to tuck the front of his underwear more to the side, out of the way. It was a bit uncomfortable, but... ``Th- Thanks, Cain...
``Mmf, now, c'mon, you said something about wanting to eat me out?''
The dog nodded, flashing a grin and hungry eyes up at the near-bottomless, exposed feline. ``Just lean back and let me work,'' he murred, winking. Then, he dipped down, shifting to his knees in the kitchen.
``Ooh...'' Gregg murred, shivering as a hot, canid exhale rustled against his sensitive lips, toes curling reflexively. His tail flicked, as both of Cain's hands curled against his soft thighs, squeezing and urging them further apart, until he was tugging himself almost to the edge of the counter, panting softly. ``Ah... G- Go ahead, big guy...''
Cain licked his lips, eyes locked on that exposed pussy. He slipped forward, sniffed lightly, breath sending a shiver through the feline...
Then, he extended his flat, dripping canid tongue, starting off with a long, teasing lick up along one side, dragging over the slightly rippling folds of vulva. He murred as he did, happily and deeply, rumbling against the sensitive cat slit, Gregg gasping softly at the gentle and eager touch of the dog's tongue.
Slowly, Cain began slurping away, tilting his head left and right to adjust his angle, lapping at the warm, meaty folds. He didn't go inside yet, no; he just wanted to taste the cat's surface, to feel his lips against his tongue.
The dog tilted his head to one side, slipping his paw deeper and taking over holding the feline's underwear, dragging it to the side more firmly and pressing his snout between the cat's legs firmly. Gregg yelped, twitching, legs bumping into Cain's shoulders as the dog sniffed and tongued lightly, teasingly, his chest heaving. ``Ooh, g- god, Cain,'' he huffed, bucking his hips slightly against the blocky muzzle, wincing with stimulation as he gazed down at how the dog's snout scrunched against his soft pubic mound.
``Mmf...'' the dog grunted, pausing briefly, licking his lips as he slipped back from the spit-glistening pussy. He hummed, glancing up at Gregg's blushing, pleased face, and dove back in, giving a long, sloppy lick from taint to clit.
``Aaah...'' Gregg groaned, toes splayed as the canine man sampled the taste of his arousal. His tail swayed, his body trembling slightly as he was lapped at messily. His now-free hand slid up that long, sturdy snout, finally resting at the larger male's ears, gently curling around one for purchase as he was eaten out. ``G- Good boy... Mm... G- Good puppy...'' he panted, shuddering and leaking against the broad, slick tongue.
Cain's hands hooked against those slender, quivering thighs, murring lustfully as he licked all over the surface of that plump feline pussy.
Dull claws pressed into soft flesh, canid fangs barely grazed sensitive folds, muzzle soaked with saliva and arousal. That slick tongue slurped, then pressed... slipping between his soft folds, the cat shaking and whimpering as it pushed into his depths.
He squirmed, panting heavily, the wet sounds of Cain tonguing and kissing and suckling on his plump pussy filling the feline's ears. His clit ached, standing more erect, grinding against the dog's dark, round nose, sensitive tingles of pleasure racing up his spine each time the canine pressed his snout firmly against his pubic mound.
``Oooh... C- Cain...'' he whined, toes curling, legs quivering.
He clenched on the softly-intruding tongue, feeling it squirming in and out slightly, the dog murring against his cunt as he worked at it. It caressed his slick, sensitive insides, electricity racing up his spine as heat bloomed in his belly, tension winding tight.
Slowly, Cain withdrew, dragging out of the hole, lustfully panting as he broke his deep, slobbery kiss with the warm, pink folds. He gave a groan, his hot breath brushing against the glistening flesh, Gregg's fingers curling against his short-cropped ear. The dog panted softly a moment, then leaned back in, maw opening wide to slot around the plump, smooth pubic mound to drive his tongue in as deep as he could get it, curling and pressing and lapping hungrily as his sharp teeth pressed against the sensitive skin.
``G- God, Cain...'' the cat whimpered, chest heaving. He was gushing in the canine's maw, able to hear the other male thickly gulping down his arousal every few moments. The thick muzzle around his groin forced his legs further apart, his entire body alight. ``I- I'm... Ah... C- Cain, I'm gonna...''
The canine didn't stop. If anything, he grew more aggressive, growling slightly as he continued to lick, tongue, thrust, slurp, stretch... His fangs sharp against Gregg's soft skin, his lips warm and measured, his tongue slick and eager...
``Aah...'' Gregg whined, eyes slipping shut, squirming on the counter as he was eaten out. ``S- So... Mmf, kee- keep going...'' he purred heavily, leaning over the dog's large head, legs quivering on either side of the canine. ``K- Keep... Ooh, fuck...'' he shuddered, biting his lip, tail gone stock-straight, trembling as much as the rest of him.
Heat built, as that slick canid tongue worked almost rhythmically against his leaking, desperate cunt. His heart raced, his breathing hitched, he was so, so, so-
``Gaah!'' he yelped, limbs tensing, fingers tightening around both of the dog's ears. He exhaled sharply, jaw dropping as he panted heavily, spurting messily all over the muzzle between his legs. The canine's snout was soaked in a second, spurting messy climax gushing over his furry face, surging heavily. ``F- Fuck! Fuck...''
Cain kept licking, almost encouragingly `milking' the feline's climax as he whimpered, face red with overstimulation. His toes splayed, quivering in the air, as his sensitive folds were licked at, no longer deep-thrusting probing; the bulky canine had returned to those inch-or-two deep laps, caressing his vulva and entrance repeatedly. His grip on those soft, trembling thighs loosened, one hand even encouragingly stroking at his leg, urging him through his abrupt, starry-eyed orgasm.
``Ooh... Oh... G- God...'' Gregg panted heavily, slowly collecting himself.
He gave a whimper, flinching as the canid tongue gave him a long, lip-parting lick. Cain then gave his freshly-milked pussy a loving kiss, brushing his tongue at that soft, slick entrance, before parting, face slimy and glistening with slobber and feline climax.
He licked his lips, humming happily at the taste, eyes tilting up to meet Gregg's, warm and soft. ``Mmm... You taste better than I expected, kitty...'' he rumbled.
Gregg flushed, shakily removing his paws from the dog's ears. ``Ah- S- Sorry, about the ears,'' he said, clumsily leaning back again, setting his paws behind himself. He whimpered softly, flinching as his groin tingled and near-ached. ``F- Fuck...''
``No worries, I'm used to it,'' the dog assured, licking his lips again. He released the feline's underwear, letting it slip back over his messy groin. Immediately, the soft cloth was soaked.
The feline stared a moment, red-faced and mildly light-headed. ``... You uh... are really good at that, apparently,'' he huffed, giving a light chuckle. Then, without thinking, he slipped a hand forward and gave Cain's blocky head a light pat. ``Heh... Good pup.''
``Mm... Pup, huh?'' the pitbull murred, still kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of his groin, gazing up at him. He lazily brought a hand up, using two fingers to smear some of the mess from his furry snout and tuck the digits between his lips. Gregg watched, a shiver running up his spine in his excitement, as the dog audibly slurped and gulped, removing the spit-cleaned fingers from his maw.
``Heh... Definitely a good little pussy-eating puppy,'' Gregg purred back, tail starting back into a swaying motion. ``Gonna have to get you to do that more often.''
``Oh, I'd be happy t-``
The door clicked, and swung open. From where they were, they were in plain view as the `intruder' opened it.
``Hey, Gregg, I- Whoa!''
``... Wow!''
Gregg flushed, gazing back behind himself through the kitchen `window' at the front door. Whitley stood in the entryway, staring a moment, and then grinning toothily as they took in the sight of Gregg near-bottomless on the kitchen counter, with Cain's big, blocky head peaking up from between his legs. Just behind them, wearing a baby blue top and black short-shorts, was Daina, who'd broken into a similar grin.
``Aw, good for you Cain, getting your snout wet!'' she cheered, the dalmatian giving a light clap for her friend. The other dog blushed hotly, averting his gaze, almost trying to hide behind Gregg's middle.
``Damn, you work FAST,'' Whitley chuckled, shaking their head, slipping an arm around Daina's shoulders. ``Well, hey, if you two wanna fool around...''
``Ooh, totally!'' the girl chimed, ears perking and a smile on her slender muzzle.
``N- No!''
``I, er- I should go, sorry, I-``
Gregg and Cain both stammered out apologies and refusals, the entering duo letting out matching laughs. ``Fine, fine!'' Whitley dismissed, waving a paw. ``Well, in that case, me and the pretty pooch here are gonna go back to my room... Offer still stands if you wanna join in later, this gal is INSATIABLE,'' they added, winking at their blushing roommate, the two stepping around the kitchen area, heading down the nearby hallway towards the bedrooms.
Before they passed fully, Whitley paused, glancing over their shoulder. ``Oh, and Gregg? Good on you for getting out there again! I know it's been a bit, heh,'' the chimed to their friend.
Gregg, still red-faced, half-hiding his face behind both hands, sighed. Then, though, he gave a soft smile, glancing down at the equally-embarrassed pitbull still kneeling in front of him. ``... Thanks. He's, uh... a cool guy.''
Whitley gave a thumbs up, then was promptly yanked by the shirt collar down the hall by Daina's deft paws. The two let out a playful laugh together, and then the door to Whitley's bedroom shut.
The two in the kitchen remained frozen a moment.
Then, bashful, Cain stammered weakly, ``I, er, should... really, probably get going. Um, thanks, for...''
Gregg, relaxed a bit from being caught, gave the dog a smile, before reaching a paw down to him. The pitbull took it, getting some help standing up, rising to his full frame and looming high and broad in front of the lanky, counter-seated feline. Gregg chuckled lightly, saying, ``Thanks, Cain... For, y'know, being cool about the `guy with a pussy' thing... And, uh...''
``For... eating you until until you came so hard you got light headed?'' Cain slowly offered, cracking a toothy grin.
``Heh. Right, that,'' Gregg nodded. ``... You sure you don't wanna just... spend the night? Er, not like, WITH me, with me, that is, I just meant on the couch, unless...''
Cain chuckled at that, and nodded. ``Yeah, that's... The couch, that is, would be fine. The other thing, heh, maybe another time when my breath doesn't smell like beer and pussy,'' he decided, nodding.
Gregg resisted the temptation to admit that those were not deal-breakers for him.
Instead, he shakily hopped off the counter, not bothering to put his shorts back on. Dipping into the apartment's closet, he retrieved a few spare blankets and pillows, handing them to the diligently-waiting Cain in the living room. He couldn't help but pause, watching for a moment as the pitbull laid out a blanket on top of the cushions for comfort, shoving the two pillows and squishing them up against one arm rest for him to rest his head on.
``This should work,'' the dog nodded, turning to face him with a light smile.
``Cool, cool,'' the cat nodded, fidgeting his paws in front of himself. He gulped. ``Um... have a nice night. Let me or Whitley- Er, maybe just let me know, if you need anything.''
The canine's smile didn't drop, as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and leaned down. To Gregg's warm-face surprise, he pressed a light kiss to the feline's smooth cheek, just a quick, soft peck.
Standing back up, Cain smiled down at him warmly. ``Goodnight, Gregg.''
``... Night,'' Gregg returned, smiling up at him.
He slipped back almost reluctantly, moving to head down the hall, unable to take his eyes off the canine who casually turned and moved to settle on the couch. Gregg exhaled shakily, averting his gaze, heading down the hall towards his bedroom.
Through the opposite door, he could just hear mixed moaning, grunting, and wet, squelching noises.
The cat blushed, and huffed.
``I swear to fucking god if you two keep me up...'' he grumbled near-silently at Whitley and Daina, before stepping into his own bedroom. The door closed, the apartment falling quiet as the two settled in for the night... quiet, at least, except for the ongoing sexual noises from Whitley's room.
Thankfully, they kept it down.
*
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~~~* Break *~~~
Cain and Gregg continued fooling around.
It was just something casual, they'd both insist. But, every now and then, one or the other would send some text or make some phone call, wondering if they could `hang out' in private.
More and more, it became regular. From random gaps in their sexual exploration together, to a few times a month, to nearly once a week. Both of them noticed the increase in frequency, the drifting away from other partners and play.
Not fully, of course. Neither of them were the types to be fully monogamous even in the best if situations, really.
But it was rare that Gregg found himself returning to the same person so frequently, so regularly, so... eagerly. Even his time with Whitley had always just been something light.
Gregg... tried not to get his hopes up.
He'd had his fair share of crushes, and he was VERY sure his feelings for Cain had become a genuine attraction and attachment. But... at the same time, he was unsure how the pitbull saw him. Were they friends who fooled around? Was it all just a step above masturbation, just indulging in another for the sake of sexual release? Did Cain feel the same lightness in his belly, the same fluttering in his chest, when they met, and touched one another?
When they kissed... Gregg sometimes felt a twinge of worry. Did the muscular canine even think the same things as him?
`Kiss me longer...'
`Hold me closer...'
`Touch me more...'
`Whisper my name again...'
For the most part, he tried not to think about it. Tried not to let himself get carried away, fantasizing about... domestic comfort, or plain devotion, or anything of the type.
Some nights, after they'd slept together, bodies still wet with sweat and tied-off condom cast aside, half-laying together... Gregg found himself staring at the near-asleep dog, panting lightly beside him. The question on his lips, almost at the end of his tongue, nearly calling the other male's name...
Exact Start of 300 D.E.
``Happy new year!''
Little hand-held confetti poppers burst in the air, scattering tiny scraps and strings overhead in the big, comfortable apartment. On the television playing at the head of the room, scenes from another city displayed the annual event, showing cheering folks of all kinds on the streets.
Inside the room, over a dozen people drank, partied, and cheered.
Gregg, laughing, had been swiftly snatched up by Cain from behind, the big muscular pitbull hooking his arms around the lanky cat's chest and pressing a teasing few kisses to his cheek. ``Happy new year, scrawny!'' he cheered in his friend's ear, making him cackle louder while trying to keep his can of cheap beer from spilling.
``Yeah, yeah!'' Gregg shouted over the din of the apartment, barely able to hear his heartbeat pulsing heavily in his ears. He gave Cain's forearm a light smack with his free hand, ordering him, ``Now put me down, you big lug! Or I'm calling Whitley!''
``Aww, good luck with that,'' Cain chuckled, though he did set his smaller friend down on his feet again. Gregg turned to face him, standing very close to the big dog, smiling up at him and holding his drink with both hands. ``Pretty sure I saw them and Daina fooling around on the porch... and the couch... and then dragging each other off to one of the bedrooms half-dressed, hehe.''
``Ugh, that dog,'' Gregg rolled his eyes, grinning.
``Right? And here I was hoping to drag her off myself,'' the pitbull sighed jokingly, a paw settling on Gregg's side lightly.
The feline resisted a shudder, licking his lips. ``Well...'' he mused, purring slightly as he fingered at the rim of his can. ``If you wanted to get dragged off to a bedroom THAT bad...''
Cain flashed a grin down at him, toothy and dorky and too cute for his own good. ``Yeah...?'' he murred back, leaning down a bit, his blocky snout so close to Gregg's furless face that he could feel the larger male's hot breath on his skin.
Gregg gulped. Then, he firmly set his can on the nearby counter, and reached his hands out to grab Cain's hand, giving it a tug. ``C'mon, big guy,'' he urged, taking a step backwards.
``Lead the way, cutie...''
The cat's ears were burning hotly as he turned and, still holding onto Cain's hand, dragged the big dog out of the big `party' room and towards one of the offshoot hallways of the big apartment. He'd been around Kaiden and Regiina's place enough to know which way led to the guest rooms, having stayed a few nights after `guys nights'.
Thus, he had no trouble heading towards one, and giving the door a quick knock. After a second and no call from inside, Gregg pushed the door open to reveal a dark bedroom, nicely furnished well enough but plain. He snapped the light on as he passed through the threshold, still dragging an amicable Cain behind him, the scarred black dog chuckling lightly as he stepped inside, Gregg finally relinquishing his big paw.
``So...'' Cain hummed, stepping to the side of the door and nudging it shut behind himself, pressing the lock shut without looking away from the slender cat standing in front of him.
Gregg, blushing hotly, nodded. He wore one of his nice button-up shirts, as well as a long-sleeved undershirt; those would be a pain to remove for what he wanted, so instead his paws went right for his own belt buckle, undoing it, unzipping his pants, and, facing away from Cain, bending down to shove them to his ankles. He was sure to give his long, hairless tail a playful flick upwards, flagging it upwards to present both his puckered, red-rimmed tailhole, as well as the bottom edge of his already-moist pussy.
He stood, letting the shirt hang down over his pelvis, though his raised tail kept the back of it from fully hiding his rump. Peering back at Cain, he smiled lightly.
The big dog was pressed back against the door, a bulge plain in his jeans as he stared lovingly and lustfully at the hairless cat. There was a redness to his blocky snout, and a dazedness to his eyes, but also a focus and a need that made Gregg's heart race in his chest. ``Fuck...'' the canine huffed, licking his lips excitedly as his bulging erection twitched, visibly wetting a small spot on his pants.
``Heh...'' Gregg hummed lightly, turning and striding up close, closing the distance between them. He practically lay his chin on the big canine's broad chest, gazing up at him with wide eyes and an eager smile. One deft paw slipped fingers under the edge of Cain's jeans, tugging lightly, while the other moved to cup the hot, turgid bulge of his cock. He could feel it throb through the cloth against his hand, making the feline shiver and purr, ``Wanna get out of all that, big guy...?''
``Fuck yes,'' Cain huffed hotly, the exhale pouring over Gregg's face.
The dog's hands went for the edge of his sleeveless shirt, tucking his chin down and to the side as he began to pull it up from his broad, muscular belly. While Cain did that, Gregg gazed down intently at the man's pants, and his bulge, unbuckling and unzipping them swiftly. He could feel hot arousal dripping down the inside of his thigh already, the low-hanging cloth of his shirt brushing against his aching clit as he shoved the pitbull's jeans down to expose a pair of form-fitting boxer shorts.
``Mmf, fuck,'' Cain huffed huskily, dragging his shirt up past his clipped ears, tossing the garment aside. Free, his hands went to Gregg's shoulders, one grasping up high on his arm, the other curling around the back of his neck. ``G- Gregg... Fuck...''
``I know, puppy...'' Gregg purred, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the larger male's bare chest, peering up at him. The dog shuddered at the feeling, especially as the hairless cat began lightly pawing at his firm bulge, standing out straight and straining the material of his underwear. He even gave the scarred pitbull a long, loving lick up one pec, sure to swirl his tongue against the sensitive, erect pink nub of his nipple. The taste of salty sweat tingled on his tongue as he sighed warmly, ``You taste so good, big boy...''
Cain let out a whimper, head tilting back against the door, fingers curling lightly against the feline's body. His jeans had slipped down to his ankles with nothing to hold them up, and he shakily took one step out of them, his broad paws curling against the carpeted floor.
Gregg gave his chest another long, teasing slurp, eyes closed to savor the man's sweaty flavor, a shudder running down his spine and making his tail flick, his pussy drip a bit heavier. He purred, ears flicking as Cain groaned out in pleasure again, his paws lightly stroking at the shape of that thick, canine cock in his underwear, still not letting it out.
Trembling and leaking precum through his boxers, Cain huffed and panted, squirming against the door as the lithe feline kissed and licked his chest, pawed at the shape of his throbbing knotted cock, feeling its already-swollen knot pulse against his fingers. At the same time, Gregg's toes curled against the floor, his tail flicking and his cunt wet and aching, arousal dripping down his thighs as his sensitive clit stood hard and brushed against his shirt's edge. Panting, hot and heavy, filled the room as the cat explored his friend's body, tonguing at his chest, pawing at his cock, inhaling his strong, earthy scent...
``Grr, fuck!'' Cain groaned, bucking his hips against Gregg's hands.
The cat yelped as suddenly, the dog slipped his arms down and hooked them around his waist, lifting him off the floor and yanking him against that spit-slathered chest of scars, pulling him close. ``Mmf, fuck, Gregg,'' the dog growled lustily, grinding his bulging cock against the cat's groin, feeling its heat and moisture as the feline clumsily slipped his legs around the other male's hips for purchase, moaning lustfully as his bare cunt ground against the canine's underwear bulge.
``Ah, Cain-``
Gregg's moan was cut off as, abruptly, the dog's lips met his. Cain murred, hugging the slender feline against his broad chest, one hand curling fingers between his bare ass cheeks, the other clinging to his back, as he kissed the other male deeply.
Taking a step forward, Cain continued the lustful kiss, his broad canine tongue pushing into the feline's maw with ease. Slobber dripped down their chins, eyes closed as the big dog shuffled steadily towards the nearby bed. His fingers curled and pressed, slipping passed the slender cat's sweat-moist tailhole, easily surging inside and making him whimper and clench on the intruding digits. Their tongues mingled, their arms and hands curled against each other, their aching, needy sex separated by only a flimsy wall of cotton.
Cain stumbled the last step, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, curling his tongue against Gregg's and fingering the cat's asshole steadily, working two fingers all the way up to the knuckles in his guts. Then, abruptly, he tipped the smaller male forward and dumped him onto the bed.
Admittedly, it caught him off guard. Gregg tumbled, landing with a surprised `oomf', his legs spread and his shirt tucked up high enough to expose his red-lipped cunt, slimy with clear arousal. His muzzle was slathered with dog spit, and he blinked in confusion for a moment, panting. Then, he let out a laugh, tilting his head back and bringing his paws up to cover his face, legs trembling but making no move to hide his hole from the looming Cain.
Who, it turned out, also couldn't help but laugh. He slipped a hand forward, gripping Gregg's knee, and murred, ``Sorry, cutie... Mmf... Just couldn't stand any more of that FUCKING teasing...''
``S- Sorry, hehe,'' Gregg smiled, grinning up at the larger male. His tail swayed, slipping between Cain's spread legs, right beneath his thickened bulge.
The dog licked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of Gregg's lips still on them. ``No need to be sorry... Normally, I like a little teasing, but FUCK, right now I just wanna breed you...''
Gregg found himself purring, toes curling. Breed him... Fuck, that sounded really good, but, ``Mm, as good as that sounds, handsome... Unless you're ready for some puppies, better scrounge up a condom... Or just use my tailhole, heh,'' he added, winking up at the canine.
Cain huffed, almost a whine on his lips. But, he nodded, admitting, ``I didn't think I'd be getting lucky tonight, to be honest, so no condoms... But, I can HAPPILY dump a load in your cute ass, kitty-cat.''
Shuddering at the lewd words, Gregg nodded, tucking his legs up higher until they were up against his clothed chest, slipping one arm around the back of his knees, the other going down low to grasp one of his plump, smooth ass cheeks. His asshole, slightly loosened from the earlier fingering, winked at the larger male as well, as Gregg purred, ``Then get over here, big guy, fuck... Mmf, a- and finger my pussy while you do...''
Cain nodded. He set one paw up on the other side of his friend's hip, thumb hooking deep against his body to spread his slick, needy pussy folds. The other shoved his boxers down, letting his fat dog cock spring free, bouncing and dripping from his hips.
Gregg gulped, his cunt quivering at the sight of it. God, how could a cock look so good...?
Maybe a litter of puppies would be worth feeling that thing swelling up, pumping deep into his needy womb-
Nope! Well, yes, FUCK yes, that sounded amazing, but... Gregg shook his head briefly, trying to clear out those thoughts. Damn, he already had two kids he could barely take care of.
Now naked, Cain huffed hotly, his broad black-furred chest heaving. He set a knee forward on the bed, making it sag with his weight, Gregg shuddering as he felt the man's thigh touch his rump. Reflexively, the cat's lithe little tail curled, slipping possessively around the pitbull's thigh, coiling slightly as he clambered up to kneel on the bed right beneath Gregg, his fat dog cock bouncing and smacking hotly against his groin, making the feline shiver and purr needily.
Cain huffed, grasping both the base of his swollen canine dick, and his friend's rump, helping spread his puckered, well-used asshole as he peered down at it and the slick pussy above. ``Mm... Sure I can't just use your pussy? I bet I could pull out before I cum, heh,'' the dog mused, using his paw to smear and grind his sweaty canid prick against the other male's vulva.
The warm folds brushed and grazed against that hard dog cock, and Gregg whimpered, toes curling and splaying as he let out a shaky moan. ``Ooh, fuck... M- Mmf, j- just fuck my ass already, Cain... We both know you love me too damn much to pull out before you cum.''
The dog huffed, smiling, and nodded. ``That's true...''
He froze. Had Gregg just said...? And Cain had agreed. He gulped as Cain drew his hips back, and he could almost picture those muscular ass cheeks relaxed and nubby tail waggling as he lined himself up...
``I- I...'' Gregg huffed, biting his lip, face red as he felt that tapered doggy tip kiss his anus, the ring opening easily from plenty of use over his lifetime. He clenched on it as the first inch pushed inside, slick canid precum lubricating the way... ``I love you too...''
Cain bucked, a light growl leaving his throat as he shoved a good few inches into the cat, making his head tilt back and back arch as it thrust into his bowels good and rough. His tail curled a bit tighter, and his raised legs trembled. Then, he processed the words, blinking, and then smiling softly as, dick still impaled in the cat's rump, he reached his now-freed hand up to Gregg's face, cupping his cheek. ``... You love me?''
``... You kinda said it first, a second ago,'' Gregg flushed, gazing up at that handsome, blocky face, the scars only adding to his alluring visage. He gulped. ``T- Technically...''
Cain grinned, then, grasping Gregg's hip to keep him steady, worked his cock in deeper. Gregg whimpered, eyes flicking shut and lips falling apart into a low moan of ecstasy as steadily, ten inches of dog cock slipped up into his well-stretched guts, his clitoris twitching and a little reflexive spurt of fluids burbling from his red-lipped pussy.
Only when that thick, hot knot pressed up against his rim, straining the already-aching feline asshole, did Cain set his paw up beside Gregg's head, leaning down so they were nose-to-nose once again. His smile met Gregg's stunned, panting face.
``... I do love you, Gregg,'' Cain agreed, leaning in for a second kiss. Gregg purred heavily, leaning up to meet his lips.
It was... different. Different from the lustful, needy makeout they'd had earlier, over the past few months. More... tender, and loving, and deliberate. When he felt Cain's tongue brush against his fangs, it felt purposeful, testing, understanding... When the dog's long canines nipped briefly at his lower lip, it wasn't a frantic move, but a bit teasing, intent...
With most of the man's cock buried in his bowels, the two males made out on the bed, kissing softly and worshipfully. Trying to engrain one another's taste and feel into their minds forever, like they could make the moment last... last an eternity-
`KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!'
``Gah!'' Cain cried out, snapping his head up at the same time as Gregg yelped in shock. He... might have accidentally bitten Cain's lip harder then he'd meant to.
``Gregg? Youuuu in there?'' a voice called, a bit drunkenly slurring but nothing too bad. It sounded like... Fides?
The feline, red-faced and wide-eyed, blinked a moment. Then, processing, still holding his legs up out of the way as Cain's fat knotted cock throbbed under his tail in time with his pulse, Gregg stammered, ``I- I am, y- yeah! Um, er, is something... F- Fuck, is something wrong?''
``Nah, nah, just... *hic*, just wonderin' where ya got off to... Any idea where Cain is?'' the portly raccoon called through the door. ``He disappeared too, weird...''
Gregg sighed, rolling his eyes, and smiled up at Cain. The pitbull huffed, then leaned his head back and called to the door, ``Yeah, I'm right here, bud. We're uh... kind in the middle of something right now...'' His dick pulsed inside Gregg, and the feline reflexively clenched on it, squirming slightly as hot canid pre poured into his bowels.
``Oh. Ooooh! Haha, gotcha. Okay, you two have fun... Play safe!'' Fides called through the door, giving it a tap.
Cain huffed, turning his brown-eyed gaze back down at Gregg, who was fighting back a laugh. ``I'm already knot-deep in your ass right now, what more does he want?'' the pitbull teased, shifting back to leaning over the slender feline.
``Hey, you're the dork with no condom,'' Gregg teased back breathlessly, winking. His tail twitched, wrapped around Cain's leg, and he urged, ``N- Now c'mon... as cute as the kiss was, if I don't cum in the next few minutes, I'm gonna clit-fuck your muzzle until you're drowning in my fucking mess.''
The pitbull blinked, then murred salaciously, leaning down for a kiss that Gregg, purring still, returned eagerly enough. ``Now, if you're trying to threaten me,'' he huffed once they parted, ``you might wanna do it in a way that DOESN'T sound hot as fuck...'' He grasped the cat's smooth, hairless body to keep him in place, rolling his hips back and dragging a few inches of red knotted dick out of him...
Gregg gasped softly, quivering slightly as he felt that hot, throbbing canine cock drag inch by inch out of his slickened depths. He clenched his eyes, tightening his now two-armed grip around his knees to hold them up, toes curling as Cain pulled nearly halfway out of him.
Grasping the feline's pelvis for purchase, Cain gave a soft growl, baring his teeth as he gazed down at the succulent anal ring suckling along his glistening, red length. His heart raced, his nub-tail wagged happily, and he could feel a bit of salivation dripping down his chin, watching his knot pulse and dick twitch half-inside the cat's ass.
He surged forward, and immediately set a rough, pounding pace against Gregg's well-used asshole. The feline yelped at the first thrust, throwing his head back and locking his gaze, distantly, on the ceiling as he was viciously rutted into by the big, horny pitbull. Strong hands clung firmly to his narrow hips, his pink-padded toes splaying and curling as pleasure rattled up his spine and made his back arch, tail flexing and curling and twisting as his bowels were stretched, filled, RUINED...
``Grr, fuck,'' Cain huffed, slobber dripping from his lips as he leaned over Gregg, still ramming his cock forward, hips plapping noisily against the cat's smooth ass. His heavy balls swung, moist with dripping pre spilling from the tight entrance, smacking rhythmically against his body.
Gregg couldn't help but yelp, clamping his arms around his knees, barely able to catch a breath as he cried out, ``Fu- Ah! Mmf! C- Cain! Ah! Oooh, god! Cain!''
It was music to the dog's clipped ears, and he growled lustfully, slamming his knot up against that slickened, sore ass. He shifted his grip, one paw grasping up high on Gregg's thigh to hold him in place, the other slipping higher, just above his cock, straight to the feline's gushing, red and pink folds.
The sphinx cat whined, trembling hard as he felt two thick, sharp-clawed digits shove messily into his sloppy cunt, curling upwards against his needy insides. He clenched, gasping and whimpering, as he felt Cain continue to thrust into his ass, pumping precum deeper and deeper, slamming his knot up against that tight hole, begging for entry. Another yelp left him as the big dog, somehow keeping his pace even as he diligently toyed with his friend's drooling slit, twisted his fingers, splaying them a bit to stretch the inside of his hole, claws scraping ever so slightly in a way that sent hot surges up through his flat belly.
Steadily fingering the cat, Cain murred, licking his chaps as he easily slipped a third finger in, tucking it in close and thrusting all three knuckles-deep into that eager hole. Gregg whined, face red as he tilted his head back to yowl with need, feeling them twist, and curl, and thrust as the steady pace of anal rutting continued, on and on and on...
``Gaaah, fuck, Cain!'' Gregg whimpered, his whole body trembling with need. His toes curled tight, tail clinging, as heat grew and surged and bloomed in his stomach, surging up through his chest and almost making it hard to breathe as he near-wheezed. ``Oooh, fuck, Cainn...''
``Mmm, I hear you, kitten,'' the dog growled back, lustfully and lovingly as he fingered that aching cunt. His hips bounced up against the cat's rump, pounding his near-swollen knot up against that tight entrance; already, he could feel it slipping just a shade deeper every time, the feline's pleasure-racked body unable to keep tense, loosening and slacking as he drowned in the ecstasy that Cain was delivering. ``Almost... Mm, almost there... gonna knot your ass SO fuckin' hard...''
Gregg shivered, gazing up at the handsome dog, whose loving, brown eyes were locked on his lower body, worshipfully taking in the sight of his stretched, half-prolapsing anal ring, of his fluid-pouring cunt spilling out a mess onto both them and the bed, on his plump ass cheeks bouncing with every thrust, on the smooth, tan-pink flesh of his half-exposed stomach, which bulged as ten inches of dog cock shoved deep into his bowels...
``Mmmf, f- fuck, Cain, knot meee...'' the cat whined, shivering hard and tucking himself tighter, panting heavily, as heavily as the dog was as he thrust and fingered and growled. ``G- God, gimme your puppies, big guy, fuck, I need themmm...''
Cain gave another growl, and another finger shoved into his pussy. Gregg yelped, pinching his eyes shut, his whole body alight with aching, surging, electric pleasure, barely able to focus on anything. His chest burned as he reflexively held his breath, toes curling tight as nearly a whole hand and a whole dog dick strained his insides.
`Plap, plap, plap!'
The dog's hips bounced up against that smooth rump, knot getting slightly deeper, slightly deeper, a bit deeper...
His fingers worked in and out, twisting and spreading and curling in those fertile depths, squelching messily as his heavy surging arousal gushed out around the steady digits.
Panting and growling and flesh on flesh and messy wet penetration filled Gregg's ears, his whole mind and body lost in it, heat building and building and building in his stomach, in his groin, in his fucking WOMB...
`POP!''
Cain howled, sharp and desperate, as all at once the fat globe of his knot slammed passed Gregg's amazingly sore asshole. He tried once, then twice, to pull it back out to continue fucking, but only succeeded in bulging the soft, red-rimmed flesh, the feline unable to help clenching hard as he felt it swell and throb and PULSE inside him heavily, gasping sharply.
Then, the dog thrust his fingers forward, somehow tucking his thumb in, and with the massive amount of slick, slimy mess gushing and surging and soaking his cunt... the canine's whole thick fist pushed up inside Gregg, straining his red-lipped pussy and grinding against his aching clit, sinking wrist-deep before tilting, and CURLING into a strong, thick fist lodged at the inside of his hot, wet hole.
Almost at once, Gregg and Cain came.
The dog tensed, head lowered, eyes clamped shut and teeth bared in a ferocious, desperate rumbling growl as his balls tensed hard, held tight against Gregg's rump. He seemed to flex his entire body, just slightly, with each massively strong surge of potent canine jizz that pumped into the feline's bowels.
One shot, then a second, then a third... tapering off slightly, but still so potent and thick and hot that it felt like his belly was being flooded with warm water from the tap.
Gregg squirmed slightly, shuddering and eyes rolled back as he felt it swell his insides, surging deeper and deeper and deeper still, fat knot so thickly swollen that not a drop of it was able to push out and spill. It was so much, too much...
As it surged on and on, Gregg's body trembled, and abruptly, he too came. With a fist lodged in his aching cunt, it was hard to manage much; but even Cain in his orgasmic splendor could feel the abrupty, rhythmic tightening around his wrist, wet folds clamping on his sturdy fist, as a sudden surge of gushing fluid spurted out from just below the feline's oversized, `erect' clitoris, spurting messily up the pitbull's scarred forearm.
Neither spoke as they came, shuddering and panting and barely able to breathe together. Gregg came down slow, somehow inhaling again, shuddering out an exhale as he felt Cain's fist tilt and drag slightly at his insides, and-
``F- Fuu...'' he whined, eyes pinching shut as, overstimulated, he managed to cum a second time as Cain filled him. His grip on his legs released, and his legs fell forward, slipping almost easily to either side of the broad canine's hips. That motion, too, shifted how his body engulfed Cain's paw, making him tremble and tighten a third time; he was pretty sure he didn't cum that time, but gods did he feel close.
Cain shifted, exhaling sharply. His fist loosened, and-
Fuck. Gregg whimpered, face flushed red and maw apart in a heavy, overstimulated pant as he climaxed again... Ortus, he'd never cum so hard, in such quick succession.
His legs weakly hooked around Cain's thighs, sagging low against the bed as he fell limp; his tail did the same, falling loose and slender to the bed between their legs. Cain, for his worth, panted heavily and steadily, slowly seeming to catch his breath as the strong surges of dog cum jetting into the cat's guts slowed from strong, roping blasts up his ass, to a steady and thick flood of seminal mess pouring and pushing...
Gregg wheezed, whimpered, shivered. He nearly yelped when, tentatively, his pitbull partner relaxed his fingers fully and withdrew his hand from the feline's aching, thick-lipped cunt, watching the slick folds drag against his digits needily, as if trying to keep them inside.
``F- Fuck...'' Cain huffed, taking a look at his messy hand. From the tips of his fingers up to mid-forearm, his paw was SOAKED with Gregg's arousal and climax, glistening and slimy and dripping heavily from his thin fur. He caught Gregg's eye, gazing dazed up at him, and the dog winked, teasing, ``Quite the mess, kitten...''
Gregg watched, and let out a soft whimper, as the canine brought his paw up to his muzzle. He gave it a tentative sniff, murring softly as his dick disgorged more semen into the feline. Then, he gave his palm a long lick, humming happily as the taste of feline orgasm coated the flat, slick appendage. From the base of his palm, up to the tips of his two fingers, and then Cain slipped the two messy digits passed his lips, closing his muzzle down around them and suckling softly, audibly savoring the taste luxuriously.
``Holy fuck...'' Gregg whimpered softly, clenching on the knot pulsing heavily in his bowels. He ached, he tingled, he... ached, mostly. One of his arms sagged limp at his side, the other tucked almost reflexively over his muzzle, as if trying to hide the salivation dripping down his chin.
``Mmm... Fuck, you taste so good, kitten...''
Cain murred, giving his palm one more heavy, slobbery slurp, before looking back down at Gregg. Then, he smiled slightly, tired and pleased with himself.
The dog sagged forward, slipping the paw that wasn't soaked with pussy juice forward and onto the bed for purchase, lowering himself on top of Gregg. The feline accepted the embrace eagerly, slipping both arms forward to hook around that thick, muscular neck as, still knotted inside his rump, Cain lay against his chest, head tucked up under his chin.
``Hooh... F- Fuck...'' Gregg panted, trembling slightly. His heart was racing, but slowing, and he could feel a similar pulse throbbing through that fat knot... god, his rump was going to be sore.
``Mmm...'' Cain murred, slipping his messy paw up under Gregg, hooking both of his paws down around his back, tucked clumsily inside the feline's shirt. He nuzzled against the cat's clothed chest, panting softly. ``G- God, your ass feels amazing around my knot...''
``Heh.'' The cat huffed, shivering as he felt it tug at his guts. He pressed a light kiss to one of those cropped, sharp-pointing ears, teasing, ``Well, it better... I'm guessing it'll be under my tail for a little while...?'' He bit his lower lip, part of him hoping Cain wouldn't be able to leave for... oh, he didn't know how long. He just wanted to hold the larger male like that for a while...
Cain nodded against him, eyes still closed as his breathing slowed, the pulse in his knot steadying but still strong, distinct. ``Yeah... Ah, u- usually like... half an hour... probably longer, fuck, that was good...''
Gregg nodded back, nuzzling at the top of the canine's head and holding around his neck gently.
Eventually, they collected themselves to shift a bit. They clambered fully onto the bed, still locked crotch-to-rump, twisting slightly so that they lay spooning, Cain embracing the slender feline from behind as they settled on the bed. Gregg even gratefully let the canine help strip his button-up and undershirt off, peeling himself as naked as Cain was, flat chest glistening with sweat as they lay together.
Lay together, cuddling, knot-tied. Gregg felt exhaustion hitting hard, resting with his head on Cain's bicep for a pillow. It was so comfortable... He could have slept like that forever, held by the big, muscular canine.
*
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~~~* Break *~~~
Their relationship, as it was, persisted.
Gregg was more than excited to be taken on a few dates. Cain, ever the gentleman, never seemed to expect more than a fun evening on the town, but... well, the cat was too sexual a person for those lovely evenings and afternoons to NOT usually end with them slipping a condom on the dog's fat, throbbing cock, and pound out a load or two.
Usually at home. Usually.
And along with their confessions of affection, came more... intimate conversation. No longer just friends who had sex, they started talking like... partners.
It gave Gregg a rush each time.
A surge of excitement, and joy, every time Cain mused lovingly about spending more and more of their lives together. Every time the canine thought aloud about them getting together when they had the money, buying some place just outside of the city like he'd spoken of their first night, living together with Gregg, and his cubs.
The cubs... Cain had ADORED the two boys the first time they met, the pitbull having gone with him to the small town where the cat's father and sons still lived. Gregg was almost surprised that he was such a natural with kids, easily settling at their level. The first time he entered the living room to find Cain seated next to the coffee table where Siff and Moon were drawing, making his own clumsy little crayon drawings with the cubs, the smile had been etched onto the hairless cat dad's lips the whole day.
Never leaving those cubs out of the conversation, always mentioning them in talks of the future... somehow, that touched Gregg more than he thought it might. Like Cain never had a doubt in his mind that they'd stay together, that the boys would be right there with them.
``A nice house... not too big, but enough space for everyone,'' Cain had mused once, laying on his back in Gregg's bed. The feline snuggled up against his side, head resting on those broad pecs, gazing lovingly up at his face. ``Room for us, and the boys... and, heh, any more cubs that might come along...'' he added, smiling and blushing as he stroked the cat's side. ``Nearby, where we can see the others, but not in the middle of the city...''
``Sounds nice...'' Gregg agreed, nuzzling into his companion's chest.
They'd held each other, talking about the future. Cain, oh so visionary about a house and a neighborhood, maybe a ring but certainly a commitment. Of the cubs with plenty of space to play, of hypothetical cubs with floppy little pitbull ears.
Speaking of cubs, though...
Neither seemed willing to admit that the prospect of breeding enticed the two. That every time Cain growled sensually about pumping puppies into the feline, he grew just a bit wetter. That every time Gregg teased his fertile slit against the dog's bare dick, it made him throb and leak.
A breeding kink felt risky for the two. More than risky, though, it felt... deeper. Like if they did, it'd be taking a massive step.
To breed and fuck, to impregnate, to sow seed... but also to start something together, to bind them together, to maybe have a cub together.
It felt confusing, some days. How could something be a sexual, button-pushing thrill, and also a sincere emotionally touching step in their relationship? Perhaps that was part of why the conversation was less touched on, just gentle brushes at the idea of having a cub together, of not playing it safe, of truly and sincerely... mating.
Late Autumn, 301 D.E.
Saliva, arousal, and lube dripped from his well-used cunt, perched on his kneels with his tail raised so that both tailhole and pussy oozed messily into the carpet below. Gregg groaned happily, leaning up against the edge of the bed, slotting his muzzle back between the two ample, muscular, and black-furred ass cheeks hanging over the edge of the mattress, purring as he tongue-fucked the pink, loosened hole. He still wore a light T-shirt, hanging over his chest and upper arms, but the rest of him was bare and dripping sweat and other fluids.
``Oooh, fuck...'' Cain murred, hips quivering as he kept his haunches raised, nub tail flagged upwards as Gregg ate his ass. His chest angled down against the mattress, chin rested on his folded arms as he enjoyed the eager rimming. ``Mmf, g- god, Gregg... Either my ass is the tastiest thing you've ever had, or you- MMF!- y- You must really like this...''
The cat purred, rumbling against the sensitive rim, giving it one last sloppy kiss and suckling the slightly puffy hole. Then, he leaned back, strands of slobber linking his hairless snout to the puckered hole. ``Mm... It's definitely both...'' he said in return, huffing hotly on the winking hole.
Bobbing beneath Cain's raised rump, his swollen canid prick twitched and spurted precum desperately, the anal stimulation driving him wild. And, of course, driving him towards another orgasm, the signs of which still stained the feline's rump, his face, his paws... and Cain's bedding, a few visible stains and ropes clinging to the material he lay on.
His toes curled, and Cain huffed, rocking his hips back to meet Gregg's lips again, shuddering and blushing as he felt the feline get right back into tonguing and kissing his puffy anus. ``Mmf... Sh- Shit, I'm so close...'' he whined, shivering and bucking his hips.
Gregg had had both of his paws on Cain's hips, holding them in place, spreading the plump, muscular cheeks apart so he could get at every inch of sweaty taint and puffy asshole. At the whimper, he smirked, pausing his rimming just briefly so he could peek down and slip a paw around the turgid red cock.
``Mmf...'' Cain grunted sharply, biting his tongue. His cock throbbed HARD against Gregg's hand as he gave it a few light, slick strokes.
There was no way the dog was lasting long...
Gregg hummed lovingly, delivering a long, lewd lick from the base of Cain's heavy, black-furred balls, all the way up his sweat-matted taint, up to his hole. As it winked and ground back against his open maw, tongue slurping teasingly at its entrance, however, the feline kept going up, kissing at one plump ass cheek before trailing his tongue up higher, until it flicked teasingly off the tip of his cropped tail.
Somehow, that pushed some buttons, because Cain whimpered sharply, clumsily slapping a paw over his own eyes, muzzle red and lips quivering as he struggled not to cry out or cum. ``Mmmmgh... F- Fuck...'' he barely bit out, trembling.
The feline liked the sound of that, leaning in to give one more long, teasing lick along the length of his nub tail, tilting his head to lavish it with a slurp as if it was the dog's cock, not the twitching, leaking red girth beneath him. Cain let out another whine, hips trembling, asshole clenching and loosening desperately, his cock pulsing and dripping onto the borderline-ruined covers beneath him.
``Aww, poor puppy... Want me to tongue-fuck your ass until you nut your brains out?'' Gregg purred, nuzzling at one of those plump, sweaty ass cheeks.
The dog groaned, his knees shifting closer together on the bed, toes splaying and curling repeatedly. ``Gah... Mmf, ah, p- pl- god, please...''
The feline smirked. ``Aw, puppy does have manners!'' he cooed, stroking the leaking cock in his paw, the other massaging the dog's black-furred rump. Then, he leaned forward, eyes slipping shut as he purred, ``Since you said `please'...''
He slipped his ass-groping paw higher, grasping the dog's tail and yanking it slightly to get it higher. His messy snout slipped between those plump, trembling cheeks, and his lips parted as he came into contact with the puffed-out, well-used anus beneath that adorable little tail. He murred and slurped noisily, grinding his muzzle under Cain's tail, making the dog moan and whimper even louder, back arching and tail wagging against Gregg's paw as he was eagerly and hungrily eaten out.
And the tongue... Gods, the tongue, Cain whimpered, shivering as he felt it shove deep into his guts, probing and teasing at his slick walls, struggling to clench on it for even a moment before a surge of pleasure through his cock made him go limp, loosening around the saliva-dripping intruder.
As Gregg purred lovingly, he curled his tongue, angled down, and thrust, grinding right over the canine's prostate. That elicited another sharp whine of pleasure, his hips shoving back against his face eagerly, trying to get another.
And another Gregg gave him. Again, and again, tongue-massaging his practically aching prostate with gusto.
Shove, yelp, spurt of precum. Shove, yelp, spurt of precum.
Cain was panting heavily, frantically, desperately, his cock pulsing so hot and powerful it felt like every drop of blood he had was in the thing, nearly stinging with need as he was lazily stroked and expertly tongue-fucked, his pulse skyrocketing, his heart hammering so hard he could feel it behind his EYES-
``F- Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK...'' Cain yelped abruptly, hips bucking forward, then back against the feline's snout, grinding on his face.
It had finally happened.
The stimulation had at last pushed the canine over the edge, and with a strong surging BURST of potent puppy nut, the big, muscular pitbull man shot his load right into the covers below. It throbbed and thrummed hotly against Gregg's still-massaging paw, pumping up and down slowly, milking more and more ropes of pumping dog cum, Cain moaning in a low, sustained whine as he was tongue-fucked throughout the climax, every nudge to his prostate making another swelling rope of cum leak ineffectually from his tip.
So intense it had him seeing stars, Cain wobbled, legs trembling and hips quivering around the cat's still-slurping lips, the tongue in his tailhole squirming and thrusting and teasing relentlessly.
Gregg slipped his paw lower as the orgasm started trailing off, no longer MASSIVE surges of wasted dog cum, but now settling into a sustained oozing of thick, white seed, those fat canid balls tucked up tight against his taint as they were emptied fruitlessly.
``Gaah... F- Fuck... oh, f- fuggin...'' the dog woozily droned, one arm slipping forward without thought, the other half-curled over the top of his own head. He heaved weakly, panting, clenching his anal ring around the tongue in his guts. ``Mmf... Mmf!''
Cupping his paw beneath that gushing tapered tip, Gregg let hot semen spill into his cupped palm. He continued tonguing that ample dog rump, massaging the twitching nub of a tail as he milked the man's prostate dry, purring lovingly, his own holes dripping on the carpet below. He could feel, through that twitching bowel, that Cain's orgasm was slowly, slowly tapering off, surges getting further apart, trembling pleasure settling.
So, languidly, he pulled back, slurping his tongue out of that musky, sweat-moistened ass. He gulped, licking his lips as he gave the short tail another little stroke with his thumb, staring at the red-pink, puffy asshole at eye level with him.
``Goddamn...'' he huffed, hot breath making the hole wink and Cain whimper. The cat chuckled, giving an ample ass cheek a swat, teasing, ``You KNOW if I had a cock, I'd be fucking you silly and making you call me `daddy', right?''
Cain... could only whimper at that, his thighs trembling weakly. The paw on his cock continued to fill, and then overfill, with dog jizz.
Gregg chuckled. ``There, there, big guy,'' he soothed, releasing his loose grasp on that softening puppy dick. He kept his cum-filled paw upturned, not wanting to spill it. ``That's a good pup... You go ahead and relax now, big puppy.''
At the words, Cain huffed, but with a grunt he let his legs slip out from under him, splaying to either side and letting his pelvis drop to the mattress, squelching into his mess. With how he did it, of course, that knot-swollen red cock slipped back and angled right at Gregg, dripping and oozing over the edge of the bed, while his raised tail continued to give a view of the slobber-glistening asshole.
The cat huffed, licking his lips at the sight. But, he glanced at his handful of cum, leaning down and giving it a slurp with his tongue. ``Mm...'' he hummed happily, giving the dog's seed another taste. Salty, and rich, and gooey... just how he liked it.
He stood, a bit shaky with only one hand to help him, rising to his feet. The naked cat gave a slight shiver, feeling how loose and empty both his ass and pussy were, delightfully slick from an afternoon of fun with the pitbull. Speaking of... Gregg smirked, stepping around the bed, heading towards Cain's head. ``Hey big guy... open up...'' he murred teasingly.
Cain didn't even hesitate. The dog kept his arm thrown over the top of his head, hiding his eyes, but obediently tilted his head back, jaw craning open at the request, tongue lolling forward. He even gave a soft, ``Aaah...'' as his tongue lolled, wet and eager, forward.
Gregg leaned down, setting a paw on Cain's back. Then, unceremoniously, he tilted his cum-filled paw over the exposed tongue, letting the dog's seed pour right into his own maw.
The pitbull gave a shiver, maw clamping shut, but then... ``MMmf...'' he hummed, shivering and gulping once, then twice. His tongue slipped out, licking his lips as if he'd just finished a tasty treat.
Which... well, he kind of had.
The cat chuckled, purring and praising, ``Good pup! Tasty little snack, huh?''
Cain huffed, and finally slipped his other arm forward, laying on the bed face-down, legs cocked out to either side, tail raised. His arms both stretched out forward away from his muzzle, he no longer had no view, tilting his head and cracking an eye to look up at the feline. ``Mm... Definitely tasty, heh...'' he agreed, giving his lips another lick.
Rolling his eyes but smiling good-naturedly, the cat stepped naked towards the headboard at the top of the bed, reaching for one of the two cellphones laid atop it. Neither had made noise, but better to check as they came down. ``Yeah, yeah, everyone loves their own taste,'' Gregg mused, winking at the dog, who gave a soft, tired huff.
Cain closed his eyes again, relaxing a moment. That is, until Gregg, flipping open his phone, let out a soft curse. ``Huh? What?''
``It's- It's my dad!'' he pointed out, holding the phone out, though Cain barely had a second to read it before the feline yanked it back and reread the text he'd received while they were having fun. ``He drove the boys up EARLY... ah, fuck, I told him to stop doing that...'' Gregg grumbled, scratching at his smooth head anxiously.
That got the canine's attention.
He sat up, hands beneath his chest as he shifted, eyes widening. ``What?!'' he demanded, blinking in shock. ``But, that's- Do you have time to clean up? How close are they?''
The cat continued reading briefly, keeping Cain in an anxious suspense. Then, he let out a sigh, still frustrated but part relieved. ``Okay,'' he said, folding the phone and clasping it in both hands. ``... He IS a day early. They're still like an hour out, so should be time to clean up, but... Fuck, it'll take too much time to get back to my place, how the fuck am I gonna meet them there AND have time to wash up before...?''
Cain had a thought, tucking his legs up and shuffling a bit so he was sitting on the bed, thankfully out of his own cummy mess on the covers. ``Uh...'' he began, weakly.
``Hm?'' Gregg asked, cut off from his own thought process and looking at the dog. ``What?''
The dog flushed, lowering his head, pointed ears twitching down. ``Er, I just, uh... I- I mean, if they're coming from the Eastern Highway, then, well... my place is the same distance as your place from there, and, you're already here, so... Uh...''
Gregg blinked. Then, he relaxed, giving a soft smile to the clearly-nervous dog. ``You... would be fine with me meeting them here?'' he asked, touched.
``... W- Well, yeah! Of course,'' Cain assured. ``... I just... wasn't sure if that was a weird thing to offer, or...''
The cat let out a relieved exhale, then slipped forward, put his knee on the bed, and lunged into a hug, wrapping his arms around Cain's neck. The dog yelped, but quickly slipped his own beefy arms around Gregg's back, hugging him in return. ``That'd be awesome! Thank you so much, Cain! Really,'' he insisted, breaking the short embrace to smile at the pitbull, who allowed himself a smile back. ``Oh! I should text them the address here instead of my place... And, y'know, one of us should probably hop in the shower.''
``Right, right,'' Cain nodded, blushing a bit and wincing. Stupid tiny apartment shower... For a brief, perhaps-stupid moment, he'd imagined them showering together to save time. He shook his head, clearing the mental image, and said, ``Uh, I can shower first, and then I can clean up while you wash.''
``Sounds good,'' Gregg nodded, setting his phone back down.
Cain nodded back, shuffling to the edge of the bed and stepping off, standing to his full, broad-shouldered height. And giving a reflexive shiver; his canid prick had receded a good amount, the knot deflated without anything enclosed around it, but it was still sensitive, and the slick, slimy feeling of feline saliva under his tail likewise made him tremble a bit.
While Gregg did what he could to gather his clothes back up, Cain rushed into the bathroom, starting the shower cool. Opting to save hot water for Gregg, he took a swift, clumsy cold shower, wincing at the very unpleasant shiver it sent down his spine. Diligent, however, he scrubbed himself as swiftly as he could, a dab of shampoo in one paw lathering in his thin fur here and there, sure to scrub between his cheeks to clear the slick feeling away.
In just under four or so minutes, he completed his shower, turning it off.
``Hey, done already?'' Gregg was saying, stepping into the bathroom. The room itself wasn't too small, with plenty of space for the naked pitbull to open the shower curtain and grab a towel, stepping out of the standing tub.
``Yep,'' Cain nodded, drying his blocky muzzle with the fluffy towel. He was... almost surprised how relaxed he felt being casually naked around the similarly-underdressed cat, giving a slight smile. ``I saved the hot water for you; I know you like `em hot, heh.''
``Aw, thanks! You didn't have to do that,'' Gregg smiled, fingering at the hem of his shirt.
Cain continued drying his face, rubbing it over his entire head as water dripped coolly off his short-furred body. It'd be a pain to dry fully, but he would live. As he did, Gregg stripped off the last of his clothing, the shirt, holding it in his paws as he spoke.
``I... will probably need to borrow a shirt...'' the cat pointed out, giving the clothing a sniff.
``That's fine, I- Wait, is that a tattoo?!'' Cain blinked, lowering the towel to his chest and staring in awe at what adorned the cat's bared shoulder.
``Huh? OH!'' Gregg blinked, then tilted up his arm and down his chin to glance at it. Distracted from the matter at hand, he said, ``Yeah, I guess this is the first time you've seen it! Whitley thought it would look good, and Kaiden knew the tattoo artist, so... Like it?''
Cain stared, then smiled, mindlessly drying off his shoulders and chest as he agreed, ``Yeah! It looks pretty good... But, uh, what is it?''
``Just some patterns n' stuff,'' the cat shrugged, casting his shirt aside, striding naked past the canine. He bent down to turn on the shower's water, turning it to hot. Sure enough, up close, Cain could tell for sure the lines weren't anything in particular, just geometric patterns randomly lacing over his shoulder, contained in a big tear-drop shaped outer border of repeating squares and lines.
``Cool, cool...'' the dog nodded, sincerely, a slight smile still on his lips.
``Yeah,'' Gregg agreed, shooting a grin over his shoulder as he felt the warming water stream. ``I'm actually thinking of getting some more! I always kinda thought some tattoos would be neat, but living at home for so long... Well, it wasn't exactly the kind of household where you mention wanting tattoos, heh,'' he commented, giving the water another feel. Nodding in satisfaction, he stepped forward into the shower, letting out a soft groan as the hot, steaming water poured down his front.
``Hm. Alright, you wash up, I'll get some cleaning done,'' Cain said, stepping towards the door, still dripping water, towel in hand.
``Sounds good!'' the feline replied, nudging the shower curtain closed, more to avoid making a mess than for privacy. In fact, he left enough open that Cain hesitated at the door, staring at the shower, able to see the lanky cat idly scrubbing at his smooth body with his hands, going from plump ass to slightly curved hips, to chest, up to his tattooed shoulder...
Cain found himself warm-cheeked, and embarrassed as he averted his gaze. Silly, maybe, but part of him felt silly staring at the other man as he showered, even if they HAD just been having sex.
Cain dressed, Gregg showered, they cleaned up the small apartment together. There wasn't much to the place, thankfully; one main bedroom, and a spare that had had a rotating list of roommates but was, at that time, empty. A small kitchen with some space for a dining table, a living room, a closet where they shoved some excess mess.
Down the stairs, there was a knock on the front door. Cain and Gregg had settled on the couch, impatiently watching television while waiting for the cat's family to arrive.
Gregg perked at the knock, offering a smile and kiss to his companion. ``I'll get that!'' he chimed, comfortable answering the door at Cain's place. The dog gave a nod in agreement, likewise not minding one bit.
Cain listened from the living room, right beside the stairwell to the front door. He heard them greet one another, heard Gregg's sons say hello to their dad, heard a lighter greeting between Gregg and his father. He fiddled with the remote in his paw anxiously, tapping his foot and waiting for them. After a second, footsteps up the stairs.
He perked as the cubs ascended first, having bounded up the steps in cozy jackets.
The little lion at the front, clearly the elder sibling, gasped and grinned. ``Cain!'' he cheered, his little brother letting out a squeal of happiness as both cubs bounded across the room to the couch where Cain sat, grinning.
The pitbull accepted a big hug from both boys, scooping them up and squeezing them. ``Hey, boys!'' he greeted, laughing loudly as they cried out at the `too tight' hug.
Setting them down, the two cubs remained sidled up against the couch in front of him.
Pacific, or Siff, was the little lion, a little red scruff atop his head of the start of a mane. The rest of his fur was brown-yellow, scruffy and light. His big grin had a few gaps, where baby teeth had clearly fallen out and not yet started growing back in. The little lion cub wore a puffy blue jacket, brown shorts, his paws bare. Though smiling and outgoing, the cub kept his paws fiddling at his belly, tugging at the shirt or jacket zipper, folding or fidgeting fingers, that kind of thing.
The other cub was Moon, closely resembling an adorable, shrunken-down version of Gregg himself. The same pink-tan skin, a bit more pink then his father, with some darker skin mottling over one eye and ear, with big, gold-yellow eyes that gazed up at the pitbull warmly. His little paws grasped at Cain's pants leg, claws inadvertently digging in and pricking at his flesh; the dog didn't mind, though. He had a jacket on that was clearly too big, tucked up thick around his little arms, his baby-fat pudgy little body engulfed by the off-red jacket that hung past his knees, similar shorts to his big brother completing the look.
``Cain, Cain!'' little Moon was saying, tugging at his leg. ``Piggyback? Piggyback!''
``Hehe, sorry little guy, probably no time for a piggyback right now,'' the pitbull apologized, reaching down to pat the cub on the head. At only four, the kitten pouted, eyes wide and pleading. So, Cain leaned down conspiratorially as the adult cats ascended the steps, `whispering', ``Buuuut, if you're GOOD, we can in a bit, after your dad and grandpa have done some sightseeing, okay?''
That placated the furless kitten, who flashed a grin. ``Yay! Piggyback!'' he removed his little claws from Cain's leg, clapping his paws and bouncing away on shoe-covered feet. It was common for younger cubs to wear shoes, better to protect their soft paw pads until they'd toughened up a little.
Siff giggled at his brother's clapping and happy-bouncing. ``Hehe! C- Can we do some drawring later?'' he asked, looking up at Cain, then back at Gregg and Ramses reaching the top of the steps. ``I couldn't drawr at ALL on the drive, cuz I lost my um... flat-lap-thingy.''
``Aw, did you?'' Cain asked, glancing up at the older hairless cat beside Gregg. The man had more dark mottling then Moon did, and a fair bit more wrinkling to his muzzle, bare head, and under his eyes, but otherwise resembled Gregg greatly. He wore a green vest with several pockets, a plaid button-up shirt beneath that looked thick and comfortable, and jeans. ``That's a shame. But, sure, when there's time, we can do some drawing together, buddy.''
``Okay!'' the lion cub nodded, clearly pleased with the answer. He bounded away, Moon tottering over to the big book shelf nearby to gaze, likely unable to read much of the covers but liking the look of them. Siff, meanwhile, went up to his grandpa and dad, grasping both their legs and saying up at them, ``Cain said, um, that he can draw with me, uh, later! Later is good, right, Daddy?''
Gregg grinned, glancing up at Cain, who relaxed in his seat. Squatting down to the little lion's level, the hairless cat dad nodded and agreed, ``Yeah, drawing later sounds good! Was the drive okay, other than no drawing?''
``Uh-huh! Grandpa drove REALLY fast.''
Gregg's expression pinched, though he kept a grin on his lips as he looked up at his father, who gave an awkward cough. ``DID he now? And... did Grandpa tell you not to say he went really fast?''
``He did!'' the cub nodded, wide-eyed, as if his father had accomplished some mind-reading trick. ``He, um, said cuz we were late leaving home, we should go REALLY fast to bake up time.''
``Make up time,'' Gregg lightly corrected, chuckling at the cub. The boy nodded, wide-eyed still, mouthing the words `MAKE up time' to himself silently. ``You know, Grandpa, you wouldn't have HAD to `make up time' if you'd driven out tomorrow, like we... uh, agreed?''
Ramses, the older cat, crossed his arms, shrugging. ``Well, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get one more day in. Right?''
``Of course I'm happy to see the boys one extra day,'' Gregg nodded, smiling at his lion cub son. He stood, resting a paw on the fluffy kitten's scruffy-furred head, eliciting a soft, pleased purring from the boy. ``But, y'know, I had to scramble to get ready for you guys to be here early, and I feel bad doing it here at Cain's.''
``Wait, why were you at this guy's place?'' Ramses asked, raising an eyebrow, glancing from his son to Cain.
Gregg gave a distinct stare. Didn't answer aloud, seeing as how cubs were present.
``... Oh. OH! Well, for gods' sake, you could just say you were busy playing with your boy-toy today, I'd have waited til tomorrow,'' the older cat pointed out, grumbling a bit.
``Wassa `boy toy'?'' Moon asked, looking away from the shelves of books that he'd been picking through, fingering lightly at the covers but not pulling any of them out.
Cain flushed, and Gregg winced. ``Dad,'' he said scoldingly, glancing at his father, whose ears tipped down in embarrassment at that. Then, looking to Moon, and then down at Siff standing at his feet, he said, ``Ah, a boy-toy is just... kind of a silly grown-up thing to say about a man, who uh... `plays' with someone a lot...? Ugh, how do I explain that.''
``So, is Cain a boy-toy?'' Siff asked, cocking his little head, gazing up curiously at his dad, then back at the blushing canine on the couch.
``No, don't say that, and Grandpa shouldn't say that either,'' Gregg patiently said, before nudging an elbow at Ramses' arm. The older cat gave another grumble, rubbing at his arm and muttering under his breath about `watching his phrasing' around cubs. To cut off any more questioning, though, the cat said aloud, ``Well, I'm ready to go check some stuff out if you are, boys! You wanted to see the BIG big statue, right?''
``Yeah! Big big statue!'' Siff cheered, eyes alight.
``Big!'' Moon cheered as well, bounding away from the shelf and towards his father, clasping onto his other arm with little claws that made the hairless cat wince, but still smile.
Gregg, Ramses, and Cain all chuckled at the cubs' excitement. Ramses held out a paw, which Moon reflexively took, letting his grandpa walk him down the stairs to head out sight-seeing. Siff, meanwhile, diligently took his dad's paw, excitedly bouncing on his little paws but not pestering.
Gregg, however, paused and looked over at Cain. ``Hey, do you wanna come?'' he asked the pitbull, smiling warmly and blushing a little.
``O- Oh,'' Cain blinked, surprised by the offer. ``I mean, I...''
``Ooh! Please come! Please? Please!'' Siff said, gazing pleadingly up at the dog.
Cain chuckled at that, reservations melting away. ``S- Sure, why not? Gimme a sec to grab my coat.''
All five, three adults and two cubs, descended the stairs and exited the apartment, Cain closing and locking the door behind them.
``Is that a bar?'' Ramses asked, peering to the side at the lower floor of the building where Cain lived. Sure enough, the big windows revealed the inside of a bar, currently open but at that point not many patrons.
``Yeah,'' the pitbull nodded, tucking his keys in his pocket. ``I work there most nights, and the owner lets me live upstairs for... w- well, still a rough rent pay, but better than some places the same size.''
The older hairless cat nodded. ``I get that. Used to live DOWNSTAIRS from a restaurant back home for a few years. Was a decent place, and the owner n' his wife were friendly enough.'' They moved towards the car that Ramses, Siff, and Moon had driven into the city in, a big, old-but-not ancient truck, the back covered with a canopy, a front and back seat in the cabin of the car.
Cain was anxious to be joining Gregg's family on an outing like that. After all, usually he just met them for brief hang-outs at one home, apartment, or another. The `vacationing' hangout felt more like... well, more like a family thing.
But, as the day went on, checking out tourist locations and the like, as well as a few spots for food and treats, he relaxed into things. Watched the cubs, chatted with Gregg's dad, helped them navigate odd little urban experiences where they could. He even spent a good deal of the day holding Gregg's hand, warm and casual and... simple, in a way that had his stomach twisting happily.
``You know,'' Gregg commented as the evening trailed on, as they were about to head back to Whitley and Gregg's apartment for dinner at their place. He slipped an arm around Cain's middle, hugging up against the pitbull as they waited for Siff, Moon, and Ramses to return from a public restroom. ``... You'd make a pretty good dad someday, I think...''
Cain smiled at that, setting an arm around Gregg's shoulders and leaning into him. ``Really?'' he asked, touched.
``For sure,'' the cat nodded, chuckling. ``You've always been great with the boys, and it was a big help having you along today, running around and checking stuff out...''
The dog was... well, elated, really. His cheeks were warm as he leaned against Gregg closer, leaning down to press a kiss to the hairless cat's cheek. ``Thanks, Gregg. Both for inviting me, and... well, everything.''
``Heh. I love you, big guy.''
``I love you too...''
*
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~~~* Break *~~~
Mid-Summer, 302 D.E.
``Mm,'' Gregg hummed, eyes going wide, his slitted pupils shifting as big as they could get as he stared forward at Cain. His fork dangled from his lips, a little smear of chocolatey cream still visible on one side. He gasped, lowering the utensil, and said in awe, ``This... is the BEST fucking cake I've ever had. Oh my god...''
``Hehe,'' Cain couldn't help but snicker, turning away and laughing into his paw. ``GOD, your face! You look so cute,'' he chuckled, collecting himself after a second as Gregg happily licked his lips of the smear of cream, taking another eager bite.
The restaurant around them was... not quite `noisy', but not quiet either. It was that kind of nice din of conversation rattling around in a big, open room, with low lighting and big, open windows showing a grand view of fuck-all. It was far from the kind of fancy restaurant they'd met in; just a normal, run-of-the-mill, diner-food-style place with thick, juicy burgers, crispy fried fish, and, apparently, the BEST fucking cake that Gregg had ever had in his life.
He scarfed down another bite, Cain chuckling again and grinning as he watched his... well, watched Gregg devour the confectionary in a few large, maw-filling bites. ``Slow down, you're gonna choke, you dork!'' he scolded jokingly, rolling his eyes. ``And if you die, I'm raising your boys to be ninjas.''
Gregg `hrked', stopping and taking a quick sip of water to clear his throat. Then, incredulous: ``I'm sorry... ninjas?''
``Siff asked,'' Cain shrugged, taking a bite of his own cake. Fuck... that WAS good. ``After I told him about that uh... fuckin' kung fu movie I was in a few years ago.''
``My precious, innocent little son asked you to train him and his brother as ninjas?'' Gregg asked, grinning toothily, clearly able to picture just that. Wide-eyed little lion cub, gazing up at the beefy, scarred pitbull, maybe presenting a drawing he'd made of himself and his 4-year-old little brother in ninja outfits. Probably cutting a bad guy in half or something.
``He DID,'' Cain confirmed, nodding as he chewed a bite of cake. He swallowed, then explained, ``But, I told him that cubs with parents weren't allowed to be ninjas. So, he made me pinky promise that if you exploded or choked on cake or whatever, I'd train him and Moon to avenge your death. Or whatever.''
``Aww, my boys,'' Gregg snickered, unable to help a snort of laughter.
The two men laughed together, finishing their cake slowly. Then, at long last, they got the check, Cain covering the bill happily. ``I think if a guy doesn't pay for his date on said date's BIRTHDAY, they like... take away your driver's license, or break your kneecaps, or something,'' Cain explained with a wink, as he set the cash on the table. Including a generous tip.
``Yeah, I think I'd heard that...'' Gregg mused thoughtfully. Leaving the restaurant arm-in-arm, the duo stepped out into the cool evening air.
Approaching Gregg's car, Cain asked, ``So, what's next? Wanna head to a bar for a drink? Or is there some other dessert you wanted, oh most handsome of birthday boys?''
Gregg smirked as he stepped up to his car door, unlocking it with the key. ``As it happens... I think its time to head home,'' he stated, still smiling knowingly. Cain's own smile dropped a bit.
``Aw, but... Its way past Siff and Moon's bed time. They'd be sleeping, so...''
``It is...'' the hairless cat nodded, moving to slip into the drivers seat, Cain getting in the passenger side. He flashed a toothy grin, then half-purred, ``Which is why I may have agreed to let Siff go to a convenient sleepover with some other boys at school, and why I asked my dad to take Moon on a little weekend camping trip...''
Cain gasped, then smiled toothily. ``Aww... Did you send away your whole family on your birthday, just to spend it with lil ol me?'' he near-cooed, leaning over to press his blocky snout against Gregg's shoulder teasingly.
Gregg let out a laugh, shoving the big muzzle away from him, a matching grin on his face. ``Maybe, maybe! And maybe I just didn't wanna share my cake; think of that, lil pup?''
The pitbull chuckled, sitting up in his seat and buckling his seatbelt as Gregg did the same. ``So... to your place then? For a little... private time?'' he mused.
Gregg nodded, starting the car. ``Yeah... and after `private time' you can get your dick wet, big guy,'' he returned, smirking.
``Score!''
The drive was quick. Even so, it felt all too long.
Cain had set a paw on Gregg's thigh, squeezing and kneading lightly, before slipping it up to settle on the feline's flat belly, fingers dipping under his loose shirt. The mild distraction was welcome, as the road was quiet at that time of evening, not a single car, pedestrian, or wild animal on the street.
The feline purred, shivering as he felt Cain's dull claws scrape lightly at the soft flesh of his abdomen. He could feel his tail try to flick incessantly, but sitting in the car it was half-coiled around his rump. Instead, he gulped, biting back a louder purr.
Soon, though, they pulled into the big gravel parking area in front of Ramses' home. The small house sat quiet, the front porch light on but otherwise dark.
Almost desperately, the two men slipped out of the car, went towards the door... and were immediately on each other before they'd even gotten inside. Cain scooped Gregg up off his feet, the feline yelping as, keys jangling in his paw, he was pressed up against the support beam for the porch awning, shivering as he felt the larger male enclose him, arms around his middle, fingers pressing at his soft body, lips grazing against his.
``C- Cain...'' the cat whimpered, before the larger male kissed him. He was on his tip-toes, and even that wasn't enough to close the height difference, so Cain had to stoop slightly to lock their muzzles together lovingly.
Purring vibrated against the pitbull's lips, and he could feel it radiating against his chest, pressed to the feline's front. He stroked a hand up Gregg's back, feeling him shudder under the rough paw-pads, tail curling in the air a bit, before he slipped it low, parting their kiss only briefly before cutting off Gregg's shuddering gasp of his name again. This time, his hand went all the way down, the other grasping the support beam behind the cat, as he took a handful of that plump, soft feline rump.
``Mm!'' Gregg murred sharply, squirming slightly. He could feel Cain's erection grinding against his stomach... But, he parted the kiss slightly, shivering in the night air, shakily getting out, ``W- We have neighbors, Cain, hehe...''
``Mmm... then they can watch,'' the pitbull rumbled back, licking his own lips, before licking Gregg's. ``Maybe some of those bored, small-town husbands can learn some tricks to use on their wives...''
Gregg snickered at that, tilting his head away from Cain, but that only let the big-headed dog slip his blocky muzzle up against the feline's slender neck, nibbling lightly. ``Ah! C- Cain... Mmf, god, as much as I kinda wanna see how far we can get before Missus Foxwheel calls the cops, I don't think that'll be a fun way to end the evening... even if MISTER Foxwheel might appreciate a peak at your big, sexy ass, heh.''
Chuckling, the dog nodded, pressing one last kiss and one last firm ass-grasp to his feline partner, before reluctantly shifting back.
Not far back, mind. By the time Gregg was shifting forward, slipping up the steps towards the door, Cain was already on him again, just... that time, the dog was urging him towards the door, paw on his hip, lips on the back of his neck, breath making his large, pointed ears twitch.
He couldn't get the door open fast enough. Shakily, Gregg unlocked the door, shoved it open, dragged Cain inside... and the instant it was swung shut behind them, they were kissing again, this time with Cain shoved up against the now-closed door, growling softly as the feline used his sharp fangs to teasingly nip at the larger male's bottom lip, giving it a slight tug before releasing and kissing the surely-stinging bite.
``G- God,'' Cain huffed, enclosing Gregg in a thick-armed hug, kissing him back hungrily.
Gregg kissed him again, then, huskily, whispered against his lips, ``Bedroom...?''
Cain nodded. Once again, Gregg turned, holding the handsome canine's paw and dragging him through the living room, past the kitchen, and towards the master bedroom where Gregg himself usually slept alone. Cain couldn't help but spare a few quick glances in the two other bedrooms along the way, both doors ajar, both rooms empty except for, respectively, a boxy old computer on a desk, and a littering of cubs' toys.
The whole house, all to them.
They stepped into Gregg's bedroom, the hairless cat reaching his free hand out blind and snapping on the main lights, warm overhead bulbs illuminating the cozy space.
It wasn't a huge room, of course. Nothing in the house was all that big; at one point, Cain knew, it had just been Ramses, Gregg's father, living there alone. But, the master bedroom was a bit sizier, with a closet and bathroom door off to his right, a curtained sliding glass door to the left that led out onto the porch. A standing wardrobe and dresser were squeezed into one of the corners, and a low-set, queen-sized bed loomed in the middle of the far wall, open on both sides except for a mismatched set of night stands. Cozy knit blankets lay over the plump mattress, thin pillows laying in layers of three at the head of the bed.
He found himself smiling; sure, they usually met in the city, but when he did have time to make the trip out to the small, desert town, he did adore sleeping in that bed with Gregg. It was certainly more comfortable then what he had in his apartment, at least.
Though, based on the lustful gaze the back-stepping feline shot him, dragging him towards the bed, not much `sleeping' was going to be occurring.
Gregg smiled, grasping Cain's paw with both hands, winking up at him. ``All alone, in a lonely single dad's bedroom... wonder what we could do now?'' he teasingly mused aloud, releasing Cain's hand to step back, crossing his arms thoughtfully over his chest. Cain took the hint, chuckling softly and reaching for his shirt hem.
Steadily, they both set to undressing, barely able to take their eyes off one another.
Cain, as always, hesitated a moment before taking off his shirt... Gregg had often insisted that the scars didn't bother him in the slightest, if not being an allure of their own, but old anxieties died hard. Still, it was assuring to have the feline lovingly purring at the sight of his bare chest, broad and muscular with lacings and crossings of various pink and red scars marring the otherwise sleek black. A moment later, his pants and underwear joined the growing pile of clothes nearby.
Less body shy in general, Gregg had no qualms with discarding his shirt and pants. The only thing that slowed him down was getting distracted staring at the handsome pitbull, cheeks flush and eyes wide as he drank in the sight of his strong figure. His own slender body came into view in fits and starts, much easier then Cain did. In contrast to the smattering of scars on Cain's figure, Gregg's smooth, pink-tan flesh was interrupted by the dark, clear lines of tattoos, patterning over both shoulders, decorating one thigh, blazoned over the high part of his back; a few smaller bits even decorated the small of his neck, the crook of his wrist.
In moments, they were standing naked in front of each other.
Gregg purred softly, opting to give a slight show and gently stroking one paw up the opposite side of his abdomen, swaying his hip a bit to give a clear view of the curve to his waist. Not so pronounced he looked feminine, but definitely enough that his ass was plump, tail flicking as the pink folds of his vulva visibly glistened just a bit with arousal, clitoris just starting to become pronounced at the apex of his lips. His flat, bare chest heaved a bit as he inhaled, trembling with excitement and nerves.
Cain huffed at the sight, licking his lips. He did his own bit of showing off, flexing his arms and chest some so that his musculature was more pronounced. After all, he DID know the feline liked how strong he looked, shuffling on his feet slightly so that his heavy, black-furred ball sac swung a bit, the bobbing tip of his red canine cock twitching as it half-extended from his meaty sheathe. His tail continued to waggle, the little nub a blur as he stroked a paw up his flat, firm belly.
The feline sighed softly, stepping a bit closer and setting a paw on top of Cain's hand on his belly. ``God, you are... so hot,'' Gregg praised lovingly, his other paw slipping up to the larger male's plump pec, fingers grazing the perked, dark nipple.
Cain shivered, huffing softly as he set his own hand forward on the feline's smooth hip, stroking it lightly. Feeling bashful, he returned, ``You're the hot one...''
A playful smirk, and Gregg leaned in to kiss at the larger man's chest, so close that he was even able to teasingly lick across one nipple. Cain twitched at that, sucking in a breath. ``... How's about we're both hot?'' the cat decided, hand slipping low to curl under-handed against the dog's fat sheathe and growing prick.
The touch to his cock made the dog flinch, gasping as he couldn't help a spurt of precum that dribbled onto his partner's fingers. ``Mmf... Th- That works,'' he agreed, stepping a bit closer.
Gregg bit his lower lip, gazing up at Cain's handsome, broad face for a moment, before dipping his eyes lower to the canid cock twitching in his paws. He could see that the knot was still trapped, though it hadn't swelled too much... He almost considered leaving it, the feline knowing how whiny and needy the pup could get with that kind of overstimulation, but... no, it wasn't a night for that.
``I'm gonna free your knot, okay, puppy?'' the feline murred, tilting his head up slightly to kiss at the larger male's chest, still lightly stroking his exposed red length.
``Mmf... Y- Yeah, g- go ahead,'' Cain stuttered, shivering and nub tail wagging as he was pawed at. He gave a wince as the cat's fingers slipped lower, grasping at his thick, meaty sheathe, squeezing his knot through the barrier of warm flesh. ``Mmf!''
``I know, bud,'' Gregg purred, swaying his hips slightly as he sidled up against the standing canine. Fortunately, though the dog's legs grew a bit shaky, the dresser was close enough beside them that he could set a hand on it for balance. ``Just relax, and let me help you out down here...''
Cain nodded, letting out a low moan as Gregg began teasing at his shaft and sheathe by touch. The throbbing shaft, tapered and red, slick and a bit soft on the outside, but the feline purred a bit as he felt the thin bone inside; canine anatomy sure was odd, wasn't it? Still, he persisted in closing his fingers around the narrow tip, brushing at it lightly, stimulating the canine into drooling more precum onto his nimble digits.
Then, smearing the mess on both paws, Gregg moved one down his length, towards that thick, dark-furred sheathe. He grasped it for a moment, squeezing and stroking a bit, enjoying the sound of Cain grunting and shuddering as he dribbled and spurted pre, some of it jetting up onto the feline's belly.
``G- God...'' the dog huffed, leaning his head down, muzzle slotting against the cat's neck. He inhaled lightly, shivering and setting his other hand on Gregg's bare hip, squeezing the soft, curvy flesh. ``Mmf...''
Gregg slipped his fingers up just a bit, to the entrance of that plump sheathe. Then, testingly, he rubbed along that red length towards the `entrance', nudging the tips of his fingers under it, to the canine's sensitivity-driven groan of pleasure. ``Hehe, still like your sheathe played with, huh?'' he teased lightly, hooking two fingers under the holster of warm flesh, tugging lightly.
``MMf! Y- Yeah, f- fuck...'' Cain panted heavily, his tongue lolling from his maw as he bucked his hips against Gregg's hands, grip tightening on his narrow hips.
The feline chuckled, kissing at his chest again. ``Mm, good boy...'' he purred, giving one of those pert, dark nipples a long lick, at the same time as he tucked his slick fingers in a bit deeper, working his way into that warm sheathe. The precum on his digits helped lubricate the way, making it easy to get under the stretchy flesh.
Now inside a little, he began moving around the sides, gently and lightly.
He did the same with his other hand, leaving that fat dog cock to bounce and dribble against his flat, hairless stomach. Nuzzling at the broad, furry chest before him, Gregg fingered open the thick sheathe, working it slightly open enough to get the swelling sheathe free.
``Gah... Mmf... F- Fuck...'' Cain shuddered, bucking his hips again, whining as those narrow digits shoved deeper into his sheathe, cock spurting messily on his stomach.
``Hehe, needy pup,'' Gregg teased lightly, licking at his sensitive nipples again. ``Shame you're already this hard... bet you'd nut your brains out if I fingered your big, thick, puppy sheathe, huh?''
``Mmf... J- Just get the knot out,'' the dog whined, shivering. With multiple fingers working open his sheathe, surely it was loosened up enough to easily disgorge the bulb of flesh... assuming the feline stopped blocking its way with his probing digits. The cat purred teasingly, continuing for a few moments, fingering the soft, sensitive flesh. ``G- God...''
At last, Gregg tugged his slimy fingers back, slipping them up the dog's length to stroke it a few times. And, with a soft, squelching `pop', the entire thing slipped forward, all ten inches of red, swollen dog cock surging forward against the cat's smooth abdomen.
``Oooh, there we go, fuck...'' Cain groaned lowly, panting hotly as his entire cock throbbed hotly in the cool bedroom's still air. He hissed lightly, head lifting and toes curling as Gregg's fingers lightly cupped his exposed knot, giving it a slight squeeze. ``Mmf...''
Gregg purred, nuzzling at his companion, gazing up at the handsome canine's face. ``Hehe, I never get tired of playing with your dick,'' he mused, giving it a few sloppy, wet strokes.
``Ah... Well, it's a lot to play with, after all,'' Cain huffed, lowering his gaze back down from the ceiling to his partner, smiling. He set both hands on the feline's narrow hips, while Gregg continued playing two-handed with his meaty dog cock.
Gregg chuckled a bit, licking his lips. ``C'mon, handsome,'' Gregg purred.
He released both hands from that thick canid dick, reaching to grasp Cain's paws on his hips, shivering as he felt how moist his own pussy was. The pitbull smiled, murring softly as he was taken by both hands and led along by the lanky feline.
``Come lay on the bed...'' Gregg urged, stepping backwards towards the bed in question, licking his lips. ``I want a taste of that cock now that its unwrapped.''
``Too soon,'' Cain huffed in amusement, but winked at the feline. He continued allowing the small cat tug him along, footsteps thumping on the carpeted floor. Two steps, and he was at the bed, slipping a knee up onto it and turning to drop onto his bare rump, the mattress sagging a bit with his weight. ``Mm... These blankets are still pretty comfortable, heh,'' he chuckled, shuffling back, his canine cock bouncing between his legs.
``Yeah, yeah, I'm sure they feel great on your big, furry ass,'' Gregg rolled his eyes, smiling. He released Cain's paw, instead shoving at his chest, trying to urge his upper body down against the pillows. ``Now, lay down! I'm serious, I have GOT to get that cock in my mouth, heh.''
Cain grinned, flopping backwards and swinging his legs all the way up onto the bed. He even, like the gentleman he was, spread his legs apart, knees a bit raised as he made space for the feline to get at his prick. Gregg clearly appreciated this, as he too slipped up onto the bed, lanky body settling down at the foot of the bed, rump raised in the air and pussy dripping as he set his hands on Cain's thighs, nose mere inches from the leaking dog cock.
He inhaled, lightly, smiling and purring. ``Mmf...'' Gregg huffed, licking his lips as he cupped the base of Cain's knot with one paw, holding it in place as it dribbled softly. ``You smell nice fresh out of the shower...''
The dog shuddered, laying back and folding his arms behind his head, gazing down at the handsome feline about to suck his dick. ``Yeah?'' he teased lightly, intentionally flexing his dick and making it twitch in those soft-padded paws. ``As nice as my musky armpits, or not as good?''
Gregg shot a look up at him, smiling. ``We'll call it a tie,'' he decided, before closing his lips around the leaking, tapered tip. He and Cain both moaned at the same time, him around a mouthful of dog cock, the pitbull groaning openly into the bedroom.
Bobbing his head slowly, Gregg took his time in lavishing the thick, turgid member. He purred continuously, the vibration of his throat radiating against the sensitive erection, Cain giving a soft groan of pleasure and laying his head back, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feline's steady expertise.
``Mmm...'' the dog murred, shuddering as Gregg went deeper, taking several inches into his maw. One paw gently squeezed and kneaded at that aching, swollen dog knot, the other stroking lightly at his thigh, Cain in heaven as he was sucked off. His toes curled on either side of the bent-over feline, trembling for a second as his cock flexed and disgorged a healthy surge of salty pre, spurting against the back of Gregg's throat and coating his tongue; he swallowed, purring contently at the warm, familiar taste.
The cat shivered a moment, feeling that leaking tip almost reaching the entrance to his throat, but held off. Slipping up, keeping the head of that canid cock between his lips, tongue swirling and lapping at it as he hummed softly, tilting his head to one side to lavish his companion's head.
``F- Fuck,'' Cain grunted, bucking his hips by reflex when Gregg went down; he winced as he felt his tip shove down the feline's eager throat, `glrk'ing briefly, but with experience came control. The cat didn't gag much, smiling as much as he could around a mouthful of dog cock, bobbing his head up a bit and then down further, and further, slowly and tantalizing, Cain's legs trembling and his chest shuddering as he took in a shaky, gasping, ``Oooh, f- fuck...''
Up slowly... down slowly... that tight throat engulfing his tip, Gregg's lips suckling down further and further...
Up slowly, tongue dragging out the underside of his mouth, slurping along that hard, red length...
Down again, eyes closed, purring happily as leaking dog cock pushed down his throat further, further...
Gregg hummed happily, slipping both hands around the base of Cain's cock, squeezing his knot lightly, teasingly, as his lips pressed to the top of the thick, throbbing bulb. His tail swayed happily above his bare rump, arousal trickling down his inner thighs as he sucked off the large canine, who actually let out a whimper of pleasure and struggled not to buck his hips, bringing a finger to his muzzle to bite down on it to restrain himself.
``F- Fuck,'' he hissed, abdomen trembling as he sucked in a breath. ``Fuck, you're too good at this, Gregg...'' he groaned, head dropping back, raised hand quivering against his chest.
His other hand slipped down as Gregg slipped up, keeping half the hard dog cock in his mouth before bobbing back down to knot-deep, giving it another squeeze. Encouragingly, his large, strong paw curled against the edge of the feline's pointed ear, kneading lightly, urging him onward.
And onward Gregg went. A slight smile around the thick cock, and he began bobbing a bit faster, slurping and suckling messily, slobber dripping down his chin and down the pulsing length of canine meat.
Those heavy, furry balls bounced slightly with his bobbing, especially as Cain sometimes bucked his hips upwards, gasping sharply as he shoved another few inches down Gregg's throat. The hairless took it all in stride, grinding his leaking cunt and aching clit on the bedding beneath him as he gagged himself expertly on the dog's swollen red cock. It throbbed in his throat, making him shudder, eyes closed in focus as he worked.
He went knot-deep, kissing the thick bulb again, purring deeply and heavily, making Cain whimper yet again, head back and paw grasping at the cat's ear for purchase as surges of thick precum gushed into his gullet.
Then, slowing down, Gregg drew off, rising up inch after inch, lips parting and baring his teeth ever so slightly as he withdrew the cock from his throat and drew up all the way. He gasped, panting slightly, slipping one hand up the slimy, saliva-soaked shafter, pawing at it lightly and gazing up at Cain, who cracked open an eye to meet his gaze. Licking at the leaking tip, Gregg teased, ``Having fun giving me my birthday present, pup?''
The dog huffed, nodding as he released that big, pointed ear. ``Mmf, y- yeah,'' he admitted, bucking his hips and spurt a glob of pre that spattered on the feline's muzzle. Gregg near-casually lapped at his lips, cleaning up the mess. ``Fuck, you look so good with your throat wrapped around my dick, you know that?''
``Mm, flatterer,'' Gregg winked, giving the shaft a long lick from knot to tip, pawing at the sheathe as he did.
And when he reached the tip, his eyes slipped closed, and he enclosed his lips around it again, bobbing down deeply and making the dog murr and shiver happily.
``Ah... Lemme grab a condom,'' Cain huffed, panting through the eager blowjob, his toes curling as Gregg squeezed his knot lightly in rhythm with his slurping lips. The dog reached a paw towards the nightstand beside him, sliding open the top drawer. ``You keep some in here, right?''
Gregg's eyes peered up at the dog, maw still full of cock. Thus, he pulled back fully, gasping and sighing softly, leaning his cheek up against the warm dog shaft and nuzzling at it lightly, before musing, ``What if... Ah... I didn't want you to wear a condom?''
The dog paused, blinking, confused. ``Huh?''
Gregg gulped, his cheeks as red as the knot he was nuzzling, licking his lips of its warm, musky taste. He gave it a few strokes, leaning up a bit and saying, ``I mean... Uh, what if, suppose... All our talk about the future, and together, and... y'know, h- having...
``What if the stuff we've said about having a cub together someday wasn't... just talk? What if I said... what if I wanted to really do it, here and now?''
Cain stared, heart racing. His cock was still hard, twitching in the feline's soft grasp. He sat up, planting his paws behind him and meeting the cat's nervous eyes, watching him swallow a lump in his throat. ``Are...'' the pitbull began, wide-eyed, ``Are you... serious?''
Gregg hesitated, then nodded, shifting to settle his knees beneath himself so he was kneeling between the big dog's legs, his hands still lightly grasping the thick canid dick before him. He lightly stroked it; not really to `goad' his companion, or anything like that, just... almost a nervous tick. He elaborated softly, ``Well, it's just... things have been good, lately. Right? With... with your jobs, and my jobs, and even Dad. And... and with US. A- At least, I thought things were good between us, I mean...''
One of Cain's hands slipped forward, gently nudging his paw away from his dick. Then, the thick fingers slipped between Gregg's narrow ones, folding together and grasping his hand lightly. He met Cain's gaze, soft and understanding...
``They... they are,'' Cain agreed, nodding, a slightly smile on his lips. ``... It... it was never just talk. I mean, yeah,'' he blushed a bit, lowering his gaze to his still-erect dick, ``part of it was just kinda fetish-y dirty talk. Knock you up, pump my puppies into you, that kinda thing, it sounds hot, heh.
``... But I really do want that with you,'' he confirmed, giving the paw he held a tug, leaning forward. Gregg smiled back and leaned forward too, the two bringing their muzzles close. And, over the canine's leaking knotted dick, they shared a soft, loving kiss.
When they parted, Gregg gasped softly, a shiver of excitement running through him and making his long tail flick. ``S- So... We're doing this?'' he asked, heart racing, slit moist.
Cain nodded, murring back and reaching his other hand up to cup the slender feline's jaw, his thumb tenderly rubbing at Gregg's cheek. ``We're doing this...''
They kissed again, but this time, they didn't part right away. Instead, Cain continued to hold one of Gregg's paws, the other slipping under his arm and beginning to tug him up his body. The feline shuffled, slipping up past that throbbing dog cock, lanky figure slinking upwards. He swung his knee up over Cain's thigh, planting it on the bedding above, mirroring the motion on the other side, before settling his rump down, gasping as he felt Cain's cock grinding against his holes, smearing against the folds of his pussy and the pucker of his asshole, tail flagged high as he straddled the larger male.
They continued kissing, tongues mingling, the tastes of each other blending into a single flavor that sent electricity through them both. Cain fell back, laying his head back on the pillows, broad chest heaving slightly as Gregg caught himself, one paw on each ample pectoral while sitting atop the dog's muscular frame.
``Mmmf...'' Cain grunted, their lips parting a moment as they messily made out, gasping when Gregg's fangs caught his lower lip for a moment, tugged, and released. Their paws squeezed together, fingers laced tight. ``Ah... Y- You're... you're sure?''
``I am,'' Gregg agreed immediately, eyes closed, face warm and long back arched as he swayed his hips, grinding against the turgid cock beneath him. He could feel dog pre smearing on his taint, shivering as it prodded at his holes clumsily. ``I... I want your puppies, Cain. Mm....'' he whimpered softly, his moist slit dripping on the canine's thin-furred abdomen.
Their lips met again, Cain slipping his free paw down the hairless feline's smooth, tattooed back. Gregg's hands on his chest squeezed lightly, massaging his strong pecs, as the broad pitbull hand drifted lower, before slipping down off the cat's sleek hip to find the base of his cock, grasping it just below the knot. He milked another smear of precum that glistened wetly on Gregg's taint, the cat shivering as he raised his hips higher, toes curling and tail thrashing eagerly.
``Ah... Here I go,'' Cain rumbled huskily, gazing down between their bodies, so utterly contrasted in size, build, and color. He gulped, face warming again, as he angled his tip towards that warm, slick cunt between Gregg's legs.
The feline purred, his clitoris erect and aching, as he too lined himself up, leaning against Cain's chest as he felt the hot canid tip brush his folds. He kept purring excitedly as, slowly, he lowered his hips, thighs trembling with the effort of going so slow, letting out a gasp as, easily, the slick tip pushed inside him. ``Oooh...''
``Mmm...'' Cain murred, toes curling as his thick rod was engulfed a few inches by Gregg's slit. The moist folds spread open, squelching messily and discharging a bit of glistening arousal that trailed down the intruding dog cock; whether it was feline or canine fluids, neither could tell. Their laced-together hands squeezed again, half comfort and half excitement, the breeding pair clinging tight as inch after inch of canine dick was worked up into that fertile pussy. ``G- God, you feel amazing bare...'' the dog rumbled, shuddering and gushing precum into the eager hole.
Gregg huffed, clenching on the six or so inches of dog meat buried in his cunt, shuddering. ``Fuck... Mmf, imagine how good it'll feel to dump your load in my womb...'' he purred lustfully, eyes alight with a hungry fire, heat thrumming in his abdomen.
The dog growled at that, reaching the paw he'd been lining his dick up with to settle on the feline's slender hip, grasping firmly. He gave him a tug, shoving another inch in, murring, ``Yeah... Mm, knowing you, you'll cum your brains out when I pump my fucking puppies into you, huh?''
The feline went lower, squirming in Cain's lap, squeezing his paw as the other rested on his chest, limbs trembling. He bit his lip, getting out, ``Y- Yes... God, I want you to breed me, Cain...''
Cain huffed, shifting to adjust his grip on the cat's paw, reaching down so that he grasped both sides of Gregg's waist, one of the feline's hands pinned under his firm grasp. He gave a growl, and thrust his hips up, slamming his knot up into that eager, wet, well-used cunt. Pounding, hard and rough, making the feline yelp and squirm, eyes watering up with tears from the aching pleasure of being rammed at, desperate to-
`Pop!''
``F- Fuck...'' Gregg whimpered, legs giving out. He fell down into Cain's lap, the dog grunting as the slight feline barely kept himself mostly upright, panting heavily as one hand perched on the dog's broad chest.
He could feel the thick bulb of a knot throbbing at the inside of his pussy. Folds engulfing it tightly, milking precum into it as he gasped and clenched by reflex.
``Mmm... G- Good boy,'' Cain groaned, head tilting back, eyes closed and cheeks warm as he felt the leaking feline cunt clamp around his knotted cock. He bucked his hips, but sadly, could get no deeper, his pubic fur and sheathe soaked in the feline's mess. ``G- God, you feel so amazing... S- So fucking good...''
Gregg was purring steadily, eyes closed, biting his lower lip as he squirmed atop the thick knot. Finally, he exhaled sharply, a whimper leaving him, as he shifted his legs, tucking his feet up against Cain's thighs. ``Y- Your knot feels so thick...'' he panted heavily.
The dog flushed a bit, but grinned, squeezing the feline's smooth middle. ``I'm excited...'' he nodded, licking his lips lustfully, ``God, I can't wait to breed you... Pump my puppies deep into your hole, watch you swell with them, cuddle-fuck you while you're FULL of my cubs...''
A shiver went up Gregg's spine, and he whined desperately.
``Yes, fuck, yes,'' he panted, slipping his paw out from under Cain's hand, settling both atop the man's chest. He leaned forward, face warm and sweat beading up on his trembling figure. ``F- Fuck, I want you to cum in me every day... Every day I'm pregnant with your pups, every day they're growing in my womb... Fuck, I wanna ride your knot until I'm ready to BURST...''
Cain gave a growl, drawing a paw back and swatting the feline's soft, smooth rump, making him yip. The plump ass cheek stung a bit, Gregg shivering.
``Then get to it, f- fuck...'' he rumbled, slipping the paw around to grasp Gregg's tail base like a handle, rolling his hips up against the eager pussy. ``Can't fuck you while you're pregnant until you take my seed raw, kitty...''
With Cain's two-handed guidance, the slender, heavily-panting feline lithely lifted up, both of them moaning in pleasure as the thick bulb of the dog's knot popped free. He lifted a few inches, their eyes closed, their bodies moving as one. Then, legs trembling as he descended, Gregg lowered his hips, vulva folds `rippling' around the intruding length of cock, squelching messily for a few inches, before grinding on the knot just a moment, and...
`Pop!' It entered him again, Gregg gasping sharply.
Slowly, eagerly, they settled into a pace, Gregg knot-fucking himself on Cain's erect cock. The dog growled and bucked, but resisted the temptation to take over the pace, panting heavily, leaking like a faucet in those hot, slick depths. His balls ached with the need to impregnate, his gaze locked lovingly on the feline's red, happy face.
The messy noise of sloppy sex filled the room, broken by moans and grunts, whimpers of pleasure, soft utterances of devotion and arousal and need...
Up, and down, up and down, plapping with each drop into the dog's messy lap. The hands on his hips, engulfing his middle, were the only thing that kept him going, Gregg's entire body on fire and tingling, panting heavily, his flat feline tongue lolling from his maw as he bounced on that thick, throbbing dog dick.
``G- Gah...'' he groaned, wincing as the knot popped free of his cunt again. It was getting so much easier, easier to extract and push in each time. ``S- So hot...'' Gregg purred, toes curling as he rode the dog.
``I know, kitten...'' Cain rumbled, his own tongue lolling. His heart hammered in his chest, thumping against the slender paws resting on his pecs. He guided Gregg's hips down, then up, then down again, grinding up against that leaking pussy. ``G- God, I'm so close...''
Gregg whined, desperate for that hot, potent seed. His body trembled, and he locked eyes with the dog, peering lovingly at those warm, brown irises. ``F- Fuck...'' he purred, dropping forward, still locked on the fat knot in his cunt. He lowered his muzzle, Cain offering a knowing smile and leaning his long neck forward, catching the feline's lips in a lustful kiss.
They made out, Cain slipping one paw up the feline's back, pressing their chests together as they kissed hungrily, lips and tongues and teeth mingling and caressing and teasing. As they did, Cain's other hand tucked Gregg's thigh up higher, making him straddle more tightly, grasping his tail like a handle and holding it high, practically presenting the feline's puckered, winking anus for an unseen audience.
Then, with a growl against Gregg's eager lips, he began thrusting, hard and rough, up into that eager, fertile pussy.
His balls swung heavy, smacking up against Gregg's rump, the feline yelping in surprise and delight as he was rutted up into. They kept their muzzles locked together, squirming against one another as Cain thrust, and thrust, and thrust, now almost painfully knot-fucking his eager partner.
Cain's pelvis ached with the need to cum. To breed. To IMPREGNATE the lustful, alluring feline.
Gregg's whole body burned, red-hot and desperate, abdomen both empty and so, so full.
Their lips held tight, tongues curling together, dancing and twisting and swaying, groans and pants and moans for more lost between one another's hungry maws.
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, pounding upwards, pinning the cat to his chest as he rammed up into that gushing, sloppy pussy. A growl and a purr, mixing together, becoming a single vibratory tone that radiated through the two of them, filling their chests and their throats and their mouths and their brains... Bodies aching for release...
Groaning into Gregg's lips, Cain thrust one last time, yanking the cat's tail down to meet him in a tight, grinding thrust as, at last, he came.
Gregg yelped, and then purred, his clitoris grinding against Cain's abdomen, and then, all at once, a new heat filling him and pushing him over the edge.
The two kept kissing as they came, a sudden gush of messy fluids spurting between them.
Ropes of hot, thick dog seed pumped deep into the feline's hole, his fertile depths positively soaked and overflowing and swelling in a moment. He gasped, parting their kiss for a second, as his stomach burned with the heat of potent dog jizz, before Cain lunged up and kissed him again, silencing his whine of pleasure. The cat gave in easily enough, both of them with their eyes closed as they enjoyed one another, enjoyed their bodies, enjoyed their breeding.
Gregg kept rocking his hips, pumping on top of the thick knot, never pulling off of it as it THRUM THRUM THRUM'ed heavily inside him, gushing semen in thick rivulets that surged into his guts.
It felt... more electric then letting the dog cum in his ass.
More... satisfying, somehow, as it surged eagerly into his very womb.
They clung together, Gregg pumping against the thick knot, clenched around it to keep it locked inside, milking every potent drop. The hot, wet soak drenched their mingled parts, Cain's furry balls positively sopping with arousal, his pubic fur matted, Gregg's smooth thighs and groin glistening. Soon, the feline's pumping hips slowed, his limbs quivering tiredly, their lungs burning, their bodies aching.
With a messy spurt of overfilled cunt, dog semen spurted out around the edges of Cain's knot. The well-used pussy was too loosened compared to his tailhole, and with a surge, creamy white seminal fluids spilled, joining the clear, slimy mess they'd made.
Their kiss parted, both too exhausted to keep it going. Gregg whimpered, flopping his head down against Cain's chest, tucking his muzzle under the dog's jaw. ``Gah... Hah... F- Fuck...'' the feline whimpered, squirming, clenching on the thick knot still surging in his guts, pulsing deep into his womb.
``Aah...'' the dog moaned softly, his chin settling down against the top of Gregg's head, clinging to him tightly as he... with any luck, that is... impregnated him. His legs trembled, toes curling and flexing with every renewed surge of ejecting semen. ``S- So... So warm...''
The feline purred, pressing against that broad, scarred chest. His arms splayed to either side, hands tucked in to cling to the dog's shoulders. He trembled, the ache of his well-used pussy slowly dawning on him, the heat and wetness pushing to the forefront.
It was... heavenly.
``Mmmm...'' Gregg squirmed, curled legs trembling as he tried to shift a little, clinging to the big dog that was knocking him up. He nuzzled at the underside of his muzzle, kissing at the larger male's jawline. ``F- Fuck, this is... S- So good, you're amazing... Fuck, Cain, I love you...''
The dog twitched, his grasp on the soft, feline figure tightening a bit. Then, it lightened, and he shifted to gaze, eyes warm and soft like chocolate, and smiled. They shared a kiss, more tender.
Cain sighed into those soft lips, ``I love you too... So much, god...''
They must have passed out, clinging and sticky and loving.
Cain stirred briefly, becoming aware that they were both laying naked in the bed, still with Gregg settled on top of him, the heated mess of their breeding lukewarm around their groins. He cracked open an eye, wincing at the still-on bedroom lights, but unwilling to get up and shut them off.
Instead, he glanced at Gregg asleep on top of him, pressing close to his broad chest and nuzzling into his throat. He smiled, gently tugging the rest of his softened red dog cock out of the feline's hole, wincing as he felt a warm surge of mess spill out and onto himself.
... Oh well. They could shower in the morning, after a nice, long, sleep.
He tilted, shifting Gregg over to the side of the bed, laying him on some of the pillows. He turned with the sleeping feline, sure to keep him pressed up against his chest as he lay face-to-face with the cat, kissing at the top of his brow. ``Mm... Our own cubs...'' he hummed softly, thoughtfully, a hand slipping down to brush against that abdomen that may have been active with new, growing life.
Before he knew it, Cain fell asleep again, cuddling Gregg, a paw cupping against the resting place of their newly-conceived offspring.
*
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~~~* Break *~~~
Spring, 303 D.E.
It had been a... very stressful few days.
Cain had barely slept, even when he'd been ushered back to his apartment when it was clear it'd be several hours yet. But, the pitbull had been far too anxious to actually sleep. Rest, a bit, but even that was little and less.
Ramses, Siff, and Moon had been staying in the city for a few days, as they'd known it was nearly time. The boys had been excited, both to be staying with Regiina, Kaiden, and Caesar at their more multiple-guest-friendly abode, but also for... well, everything going on.
Sitting in that hospital waiting area, anxiously tapping his foot, part of him sure he was about to hear horrible news... Cain hated it, just wanting it all to be over already.
Hours, and hours, and hours again; but at last...
``They're ready for some visitors,'' the nurse, a kind-faced kangaroo woman, said as she stepped up to the gathering of people.
Cain, of course, as well as Ramses and the boys; plus Regiina, Kaiden, and even 4-year-old Caesar, who just looked tired and confused. Adding on had been Fides and Sweet Alyssum, as well as Whitley, Daina, and even two of Regiina's brothers, who'd introduced themselves as Indigo, a 16-year-old hairless cat, and a lion arm-in-arm with his massive she-wolf partner, the two introducing themselves briefly to the group as Caligula and Aelia.
Looking at thirteen people sitting in the waiting room, including some young cubs, she gave an apologetic look to them, adding, ``But it should just be a few people, if you can. They still need their rest.''
``We understand,'' Regiina nodded, holding her purse and looking strongly composed. She turned, let out a sigh, and looked up slightly at Cain, who'd stood when the nurse entered. ``... Go on. He'd want to see you first,'' she said, tilting her head towards the nurse.
Cain blinked. ``You... are letting me go ahead?''
The lioness locked a stare on him, and let out another sigh. At her side, Kaiden gave her shoulder a light squeeze and nodded to her.
``... I'm not a MONSTER, Cain. Just... go, and make sure they're doing alright.''
The pitbull offered a light smile, as the feline couple, and their 4-year-old, moved to settle back on their seats. Cain opted to turn to Ramses, sitting with Pacific on one side of him and Moon on the other. ``I... could take the boys to see him too, if you want?''
The cubs looked up at their grandpa, who likewise nodded. He'd been holding Moon's paw, assuring the confused and anxious little kitten; at 6, he seemed to understand enough to be worried, but not enough to find even imaginary assurances for himself. Thus, when Cain held out a paw to the boy, he took it, giving a soft sniffle and wiping some remains of tears from his eyes. Siff was more composed, but visibly fidgeting his paws, stepping up next to Cain.
Together, the three stepped back towards the nurse, who smiled. Cain noticed, glancing at her nametag, that her name was `Blake'.
``Hi, boys,'' she greeted, leaning down a bit to the mismatched kittens. Blake gave a slight smile, nodding to the two cubs, and then to Cain saying, ``You ready?''
Cain nodded back to Blake, and the four stepped through the doors. It was a short walk, but it felt longer, Cain gently squeezing Moon's paw in his grasp, the kitten having to take several quick steps to keep up with the pitbull's long-legged stride. He barely noticed when Siff's paw slipped into his other hand, both hands clasping his large paw.
Soon, Blake nudged open one of the hospital room doors, stepping through and holding it open for them.
Gulping anxiously, the pitbull stepped through, two cubs at his heels.
The room was small, and thankfully private. Big windows let in plenty of light, and a tiny television played... something in the high corner. Past the door was a single bed, wide and stark-white.
Sitting on it was Gregg, dressed down in a hospital gown, wrapped in one blanket and clutching another to his chest lightly. He looked tired, but was smiling, and his eyes were red.
``Hey guys...'' he greeted lightly, blinking some tears away. ``Come say hi.''
Cain, Siff, and Moon slipped up to the bed, Cain and Moon going to one side, Siff opting to step around the other. The little lion cub peeked up past his father, while Cain smoothly scooped Moon up from the floor and settled him sitting on the edge of the bed where he could see.
Wrapped up in the blanket in Gregg's paws was... a cub.
Tiny and pink faced, his little eyes closed. His tiny arms and chest were uncovered, giving a little squirm and high-pitched yawn as he tilted in his father's arms.
``Wow...'' Siff gasped softly, staring at the little pup.
``He's... so small,'' Moon pointed out, just as softly, as if scared to speak too loudly and scare the little newborn.
Cain had tears in his eyes, staring down at the little dark-furred pitbull puppy in Gregg's arms. His little pink chest, rising and falling in sniffling breaths. The smallest little pudgy paws grasping clumsily, at the blanket, at Gregg's gown, at nothing at all.
``He's...'' the pitbull tried to start, only to choke off.
``Cain,'' Gregg said, slipping a paw down to take Cain's hand. ``Meet our son, Abel.''
``... He's perfect,'' the muscular, scarred man decided, reaching his other paw towards the little pup. Softly, he greeted, ``Hi, Abel... I'm... I'm your dad.''
The little pup was still too young to oepn his eyes, but that didn't stop a little grabby hand from clasping around the index finger his father extended towards him. Barely able to cling to half the man's thick, sturdy digit, baby Abel still managed a little whining yawn again, `tugging' the adult pitbull's finger towards his toothless muzzle.
He gave it a testing bite, then seemed to decide it was not food. Still, he kept holding Cain's finger, the man's heart in pieces.
``Hehe,'' Moon let out a soft laugh, peaking at the pup. ``He's holding your hand.''
``Yep,'' Gregg nodded, smiling up at Cain, giving his other hand a squeeze. Then, he looked at Moon, formerly the youngest of his sons, and reminded, ``You're a big brother now, remember? Think you can be a good one?''
The furless kitten bit his lower lip in worry. But then, he gave as close to a steely look as a 6-year-old hairless cat boy could manage, and nodded. ``I'll- I'll do my best.''
Siff was content to watch, tail flicking, eyes wide with interest, as little Abel squirmed and grasped and yawned again. He'd been too young to really remember when Moon had been born, but Cain confirmed with a glance that there was no way the little lion would be forgetting that experience.
None of them would, really.
The following days would be a blur, but nothing would make Cain or Gregg forget the sight of that tiny, blind, floppy-eared and pink-bellied little pitbull cub. Their cub.
Neither of their lives would be perfect, but...
If nothing else, even apart, they'd made themselves family.
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