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Thank you very much for the support ^^", "writing": "\"Are we there yet?\" The squeaky, young voice of the mouse called out from the back seat. \n\"No sweetie, it will take a while yet.\" His mother answered in the stoically patient tone of voice parents use when their cubs are far too impatient. \n\nA few minutes passed and the boycub called out again, \"When are we there? Daddy?\" \n\"Just a few more miles, Jeremy, now be patient please!\" A bit more of a stern voice, yet the elder mouse's tone had an undercurrent of mirth and he shared a look and a smile with his wife, who reached over and squeezed the paw that was holding the steering wheel. Focusing back on the road, the remaining journey passed without incident, although Jeremy was constantly fidgeting in his seat, unable to contain his excitement. \n\nThe 9-year-old mouse practically screamed when they entered a gravel road, a big sign with an imprint of a dog's paw and the name of the animal shelter, PRECIOUS PUPPERS.\n\nInside the reception of the shelter, they were met by a young goat woman dressed in practical overalls that were spattered with mud. Jeremy's parents had arranged beforehand to be shown the dogs that were up for adoption, and the friendly employee brought them to the kennels where a multitude of dogs were kept in separate, spacious cages.\nAs soon as the door opened to the kennel, the canines began to bark loudly and it was quite the cacophony there, making the young mouse squint his eyes and cover his ears.\n\"Don't worry kid, they are just excited to maybe adopted!\" The young woman said, kneeling down and giving him an extra wide smile, the cub returning it uncertainly. He looked around and thought his house would be a better living space than what the dogs had to live in here.\n\nSome of the dogs calmed down, but a few kept on barking. Jeremy got close to one of the cages and the barking dog within was revealed to a golden-brown coated German Shepherd. It was wagging its tail furiously and seemed friendly enough, but the mouse's dad put a paw on his shoulder and dragged him away. \n\"We aren't getting a barker!\" He said somewhat sternly and the cub nodded, a bit sad about the dog, but hoping one of the others would be a better fit. \n\nThey checked out several dogs. One was a Cocker Spaniel that seemed friendly enough, tail wagging slowly, but when Jeremy approached it the canine snarled, causing the mouse to squeak out in fright. \n\"Yeah. Not that one either..\" His mother said worriedly, gesturing for the employee to lock the dog up again. \nAt the next cage a big and broad dog was standing to attention. It had a short, pointy tail and a wide face with heavy jowls that made it look a bit goofy. \n\"Aren't those dangerous?\" Jeremy's dad said, gesturing at the canine. \n\"Mostly to very small cubs that don't understand dogs' body language. However, Pavlov here is a total sweetie. The only reason he's here is because his owner tragically died in a car accident. Such a shame really, the gal was just 21 years old...\" \nJeremy stepped closer to the cage and the Pitbull's tail wagged a bit faster, the dog beginning to pant a little as it got some attention. The mouse's dad shrugged and gestured for the cage to be opened and the big dog plodded out, getting over to the mouse cub and sniffing at his body, before it put its head to his paw and gave it a couple of lick. \nThe mouse smiled seraphically and scratched the dog under his chin, the canine panting more heavily, tail wagging. Pavlov sat his rump down and enjoyed the scritching without making a fuzz, calming the worries of Jeremy's parents. \n\"Seems like they like each other,\" the employee said with a smile, the adults standing in silence for a bit watching the cub gently pet the canine who had his eyes closed.\n\"What do you say, Jeremy, want us to take Pavlov here home?\" His mom said, and the cub almost jumped in excitement and squealed out happily, the dog following his lead and barking a little, making a jump of its own, tail wagging in a blur. \n\n--------------------------------------------\n\nThat afternoon, the mousecub and his dog were already bonding in the backyard. Sticks were thrown and rope-toys were tugged. Despite its size and the reputation of the breed, Pavlov was proving to be a gentle, playful and affectionate dog, just as often coming over for scritches as he did for playtime, with Jeremy happy to provide either. \nThe dog was even well-trained enough for him to walk it, never pulling on the leash more than the mouse could handle and heeling when ordered to.\n\nOf course, the sensible parents sent them to dog school where they found out the dog already knew the various commands and tricks. \n\nA month later, at the height of summer, Jeremy and Pavlov were playing alone in the backyard. The mouse's parents were out grocery shopping and he was currently fooling around with the water hose. The Pitbull was warblwarbl'ing at the water jet, tail wagging furiously in joy, the cub getting his clothes more and more wet.\nHis t-shirt and his shorts clung to his body, and he had to struggle to remove them, the big canine coming over and snuffling at his stomach, pawing at the ground, eager for more play. \nThis happened just as Jeremy was in the process of taking off his shorts, and he was caught off balance, stumbling and falling to the grass with an \"Oooof!\".\nThe 3rd grader's tail was whipping about, his undies clinging tight to his slender butt. Pavlov leaned in and barked, sniffing at the cub's crotch, and the mouse whined as the dog's snout made direct contact with his little package. \n\"No! Bad dog!\" Jeremy laughed out, the contact making his pecker tingle a little in a most naughty way, and he blushed as he pushed the canine's broad head away. Pavlov arf'ed and jumped back, stretching his front legs with his butt high and tail wagging. \n\"Let me just get out of these...\" The mouse struggled to remove his shorts completely and got up again, his wet underwear clinging to his form, though he didn't feel the need to be ashamed of the obvious outline of his little package as the backyard was well fenced in. \n\nJeremy got a hold of the hose again and their play continued, both cub and canine utterly drenched, Pavlov occasionally running through this patch of flowerbed or that vegetable garden bed, his fur increasingly muddy. \n\nWhen his parents came home, they laughed out at the sight of their wet cub and their dirty dog, although Jeremy's mom got a bit ornery when she saw the destructive trail through her well-maintained garden beds. \n\"Jeremy! You get that muddy mutt in the shower right now!\" Her voice fairly sharp, the cub's big, round ears folding over his skull as he heard the rebuke. \nPavlov whined as he put the hose away, but followed obediently, the shower at the back entrance through the utility room, muddy pawprints going over tiled floor. \n\nThe boycub threw off his wet undies, his little package hanging loose despite the wet due to the hot summer temperature. Pavlov stuck his muddied snout in and licked at it, causing Jeremy to giggle as the canine's broad tongue tickled him. Being naked and in this enclosed space gave it all a bit of a naughty feeling, and the cub didn't protest as the dog licked his pouch and pecker several times, a new feeling blooming in his crotch.\nBlushing and feeling even more warm, he eventually pushed the Pitbull away and lead him into the shower stall.\n\nDespite having enjoyed playing with the hose, the shower head elicited a much different reaction from the dog. Jeremy giggled again as he noted how it tucked its tail down, thinking that Pavlov might be sad he had to get clean. Regardless, the cub rinsed down the dog before getting the special dog shampoo, taking care not to get it inside his ears or at his eyes as he lathered him up. Slowly the big canine relaxed, and sat down on his rump, although his expression was definitely less than pleased. \nThe underside was full of bits and grass, and Jeremy got on his knees in front of the dog, reaching under his body and lathering it up, eventually getting to his crotch. \nChanging his position a little, Jeremy felt a naughty sensation as he reached for the canine's sheath, noting its difference between his own bits. The Pitbull had a heavy-looking ballsack, and Jeremy blushed as he touched it, noting the softness and the plumpness as he lathered up the muddied skin there. Pavlov's panting was getting more slow and deep and the cub noted a bit of red sticking out of the dog's sheath. \nHis penis!\nHe trembled a little as he focused on the cleaning, not quite daring to touch the dog's sheath now that he saw the bulge from within, the dog's member throbbing a little, growing just a little bigger.\n\"Huh, guess you like this...\" \nJeremy lathered up the inner thighs and then got his dog to stand up so that he could take care of the back legs. His delicate touches made Pavlov pant even heavier and a couple of inches of red meat was sticking out now. \nFinally, curiosity got the better of him, and he reached out to touch the inflated sheath, the Pitbull whimper-growling as his little mousepaw touched his boner through the skin. \nIt was warm, hot almost! The sensation of naughtiness made Jeremy pull back his paw, getting to his feet again, blushing heavily. \n\nPavlov looked at him and whimpered a little, lifting on of his legs, showing off the now 3 inches of dogmeat that stuck out his sheath, the thick bulge still hidden within another curious sight for the young mouse.\nStill, despite a warmth burning in the bottom of his stomach and a tingly sensation in his crotch, Jeremy proceeded to rinse the shampoo out, not quite ready to commit to any naughty play just yet.\nAs the mud and grass and frothy shampoo drained off the canine's pelt, his member retreated back into its sheath and after a good toweling and airdrying, Pavlov was ready to be allowed into the house again, homing in on his doggy bed, curling up and falling asleep, tired after the extensive play with his young master.\n\n\n----------------------------\n\n\nSummer turned to fall, fall to winter, and a red-cheeked Jeremy came home from walking Pavlov through heavy snow. The mousecub shook from the cold despite being geared up with gloves and warm hat and he mentally cursed at his dad's \"don't touch the thermostat!\" mentality, which means he wouldn't heat up as quickly as he would have liked. \nPavlov was feeling the cold as well, not exactly a long-coated breed, and Jeremy felt sorry for the canine who was shivering a little. \n\nIt was one of the winter holidays, but his parents both had to work, and there was hours before they came home, so the mouse decided to play a bit of dress-up with his dog, knowing his mom wouldn't approve of soiling his clothes as he intended. \nHe led the big and broad canine inside his room and fetched out a couple of pairs of socks. \n\"This will help you stay warm!\" He told Pavlov, who looked at him with his head askew as the mouseboy put on the socks, four pawpads now insulated from the cold.\nThen the big dog barked, a deep \"woof!\" that took Jeremy by surprise and the canine stepped in, licking at his face, then snuffling at his crotch. Pavlov was panting deep and heavy, his snout insistent as he nuzzled at the boycub's package. \n\"What's gotten you so excited?\" The mouse wondered aloud, taking a step back, his paws battering at his companion's head. The dog just woof'd again, nibbling at his outdoor winterpants that he would have to get off anyways. Jeremy shrugged, knowing his parents would be gone for a good while yet, and pulled them off, Pavlov nearly toppling him as he crammed his muzzle against his underwear, sniffing and licking at the small bulge there. \n\nFeeling a stirring like he had in the summer, Jeremy felt naughty enough to let the dog lick him until the fabric was soaked in slobber. Then he whimpered as the broad muzzle of the Pitbull bit at the thin garment, pulling it down until his package was revealed. His little dick was hard, surprising him, the shaft perhaps an inch, foreskin covering the tip despite its hardness. \nPavlov licked him harder now, all over his crotch, and the mouse felt tingles turn to lightning in his crotch from the repeated assaults. \nIt felt so naughty.\nIt felt so nice.\nJeremy whimpered and whined, grabbing the broad skull, humping back a little, his instincts telling him what to do. \nPavlov licker harder, muffling and snurfling at the cub's crotch, the entire area slick with doggy saliva, the mouse moaning louder until he felt something start from the inside of his dick. Almost like he had to pee. He cried out, feeling almost like loosing control of his bladder and surges of electricity wracked his body, his member stiff and trembling as he experienced the first climax of his life. \n\nThe dog's insistent licking soon turned unbearable, and Jeremy tried moving away, his knees wobbly and tangling in his outdoor pants. He meeped out as he stumbled and fell, Pavlov jumping on him, putting his heavy weight on his back. \n\"No, Pavlov! Wait!\" The cub meeped again as the canine's paws locked into place and he felt something stiff, warm and wet prod at his backside. \n\"Pavlov! You can't do that!\" \n\nBut he could. \n\nOn the floor, legs tangled up in his heavy outdoor pants, member still tingling from his orgasm, Jeremy felt his dog's member poke and prod at the cleft of his rump. He cried out again, trying to shift away, but the strong dog kept him in place and his somewhat obstructed legs made escape impossible. \nHe gasped at the repeated pokings jabbed something [i]inside[/i] his pucker and then whined as more of the shaft slid in. \nThen more. It burned a little, Jeremy whining as he was stretched, but Pavlov was squirting some fluid all over that lubed him up, making it easy for more of the shaft to cram in. The Pitbull was panting heavily, gyrating his hips with some experience, not turbothrusting like a virgin dog would.\nNot that Jeremy knew the difference, but he felt it, the pokings getting deeper inside, the warmth filling him up, the hot preseed shooting inside his virgin passage, lubing it up for more dogdick to enter. \nHe felt something bigger poke, the stretch turning almost painful and yet also making a new sensation appear in his body, the expansion of his pucker making his stiff dick throb as the dog pushed again and again at his pre-slicked tailhole. \n\nIt felt... Good. Surprisingly good. The cub moaned out and even pushed back, somehow wanting more of the warm pressure, and Pavlov obliged, his hips rutting him more firmly, speeding up, his heavy nutsack smacking against the mouse's tiny pouch. \nPOP!\nThe knot finally burst through the tightness and Jeremy whined out from the big stretch, then melted into the floor as he felt the hot pressure just growing and growing and growing. \nPavlov was panting and growling, his thrusts shorter and more erratic as his member locked tight and expanded rapidly, filling up the tight space under the cub's tail. The canine's pucker winked as he came, hot dogseed spewing into the mouse's asshole in a quantity big enough for some of it to be pushed out to spatter to the floor. \n\nThrob.\nThrob.\n[b]Throb[/b]\n\nJeremy felt full to bursting. He clenched his teeth and whined out as his entire backside was filled with hot dogmeat. He felt a poking at the inside, pushing against his stomach. \nAnd above it all, a needy, immense, fantastical pressure on his prostate, his member throbbing in tandem with the canine's cock as it pushed and expanded against it. He felt each little hump like lightning and couldn't help but clench up, milking the dog even more as he abandoned all propriety and screamed out in pleasure, his dick spasming as he climaxed a second time. \n\nThe mousecub was shivering on the floor, utterly spent, a huge dogcock filling his rectum with its potent seed. Pavlov was panting heavily into his ear and then licked at his face, leaning his entire weight on the collapsed cub, both of them resting as their orgasms slowly subsided.\n\n\nWhen his parents eventually came home, they found their boy curled up on his bed, spooning his canine companion. \n\"Ahhh, winter always makes you extra tired!\" Jeremy's father commented, not bothering to wake the cub or the dog, letting them get their well-deserved sleep. \n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Are we there yet?" The squeaky, young voice of the mouse called out from the back seat.
"No sweetie, it will take a while yet." His mother answered in the stoically patient tone of voice parents use when their cubs are far too impatient.

A few minutes passed and the boycub called out again, "When are we there? Daddy?"
"Just a few more miles, Jeremy, now be patient please!" A bit more of a stern voice, yet the elder mouse's tone had an undercurrent of mirth and he shared a look and a smile with his wife, who reached over and squeezed the paw that was holding the steering wheel. Focusing back on the road, the remaining journey passed without incident, although Jeremy was constantly fidgeting in his seat, unable to contain his excitement.

The 9-year-old mouse practically screamed when they entered a gravel road, a big sign with an imprint of a dog's paw and the name of the animal shelter, PRECIOUS PUPPERS.

Inside the reception of the shelter, they were met by a young goat woman dressed in practical overalls that were spattered with mud. Jeremy's parents had arranged beforehand to be shown the dogs that were up for adoption, and the friendly employee brought them to the kennels where a multitude of dogs were kept in separate, spacious cages.
As soon as the door opened to the kennel, the canines began to bark loudly and it was quite the cacophony there, making the young mouse squint his eyes and cover his ears.
"Don't worry kid, they are just excited to maybe adopted!" The young woman said, kneeling down and giving him an extra wide smile, the cub returning it uncertainly. He looked around and thought his house would be a better living space than what the dogs had to live in here.

Some of the dogs calmed down, but a few kept on barking. Jeremy got close to one of the cages and the barking dog within was revealed to a golden-brown coated German Shepherd. It was wagging its tail furiously and seemed friendly enough, but the mouse's dad put a paw on his shoulder and dragged him away.
"We aren't getting a barker!" He said somewhat sternly and the cub nodded, a bit sad about the dog, but hoping one of the others would be a better fit.

They checked out several dogs. One was a Cocker Spaniel that seemed friendly enough, tail wagging slowly, but when Jeremy approached it the canine snarled, causing the mouse to squeak out in fright.
"Yeah. Not that one either.." His mother said worriedly, gesturing for the employee to lock the dog up again.
At the next cage a big and broad dog was standing to attention. It had a short, pointy tail and a wide face with heavy jowls that made it look a bit goofy.
"Aren't those dangerous?" Jeremy's dad said, gesturing at the canine.
"Mostly to very small cubs that don't understand dogs' body language. However, Pavlov here is a total sweetie. The only reason he's here is because his owner tragically died in a car accident. Such a shame really, the gal was just 21 years old..."
Jeremy stepped closer to the cage and the Pitbull's tail wagged a bit faster, the dog beginning to pant a little as it got some attention. The mouse's dad shrugged and gestured for the cage to be opened and the big dog plodded out, getting over to the mouse cub and sniffing at his body, before it put its head to his paw and gave it a couple of lick.
The mouse smiled seraphically and scratched the dog under his chin, the canine panting more heavily, tail wagging. Pavlov sat his rump down and enjoyed the scritching without making a fuzz, calming the worries of Jeremy's parents.
"Seems like they like each other," the employee said with a smile, the adults standing in silence for a bit watching the cub gently pet the canine who had his eyes closed.
"What do you say, Jeremy, want us to take Pavlov here home?" His mom said, and the cub almost jumped in excitement and squealed out happily, the dog following his lead and barking a little, making a jump of its own, tail wagging in a blur.

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That afternoon, the mousecub and his dog were already bonding in the backyard. Sticks were thrown and rope-toys were tugged. Despite its size and the reputation of the breed, Pavlov was proving to be a gentle, playful and affectionate dog, just as often coming over for scritches as he did for playtime, with Jeremy happy to provide either.
The dog was even well-trained enough for him to walk it, never pulling on the leash more than the mouse could handle and heeling when ordered to.

Of course, the sensible parents sent them to dog school where they found out the dog already knew the various commands and tricks.

A month later, at the height of summer, Jeremy and Pavlov were playing alone in the backyard. The mouse's parents were out grocery shopping and he was currently fooling around with the water hose. The Pitbull was warblwarbl'ing at the water jet, tail wagging furiously in joy, the cub getting his clothes more and more wet.
His t-shirt and his shorts clung to his body, and he had to struggle to remove them, the big canine coming over and snuffling at his stomach, pawing at the ground, eager for more play.
This happened just as Jeremy was in the process of taking off his shorts, and he was caught off balance, stumbling and falling to the grass with an "Oooof!".
The 3rd grader's tail was whipping about, his undies clinging tight to his slender butt. Pavlov leaned in and barked, sniffing at the cub's crotch, and the mouse whined as the dog's snout made direct contact with his little package.
"No! Bad dog!" Jeremy laughed out, the contact making his pecker tingle a little in a most naughty way, and he blushed as he pushed the canine's broad head away. Pavlov arf'ed and jumped back, stretching his front legs with his butt high and tail wagging.
"Let me just get out of these..." The mouse struggled to remove his shorts completely and got up again, his wet underwear clinging to his form, though he didn't feel the need to be ashamed of the obvious outline of his little package as the backyard was well fenced in.

Jeremy got a hold of the hose again and their play continued, both cub and canine utterly drenched, Pavlov occasionally running through this patch of flowerbed or that vegetable garden bed, his fur increasingly muddy.

When his parents came home, they laughed out at the sight of their wet cub and their dirty dog, although Jeremy's mom got a bit ornery when she saw the destructive trail through her well-maintained garden beds.
"Jeremy! You get that muddy mutt in the shower right now!" Her voice fairly sharp, the cub's big, round ears folding over his skull as he heard the rebuke.
Pavlov whined as he put the hose away, but followed obediently, the shower at the back entrance through the utility room, muddy pawprints going over tiled floor.

The boycub threw off his wet undies, his little package hanging loose despite the wet due to the hot summer temperature. Pavlov stuck his muddied snout in and licked at it, causing Jeremy to giggle as the canine's broad tongue tickled him. Being naked and in this enclosed space gave it all a bit of a naughty feeling, and the cub didn't protest as the dog licked his pouch and pecker several times, a new feeling blooming in his crotch.
Blushing and feeling even more warm, he eventually pushed the Pitbull away and lead him into the shower stall.

Despite having enjoyed playing with the hose, the shower head elicited a much different reaction from the dog. Jeremy giggled again as he noted how it tucked its tail down, thinking that Pavlov might be sad he had to get clean. Regardless, the cub rinsed down the dog before getting the special dog shampoo, taking care not to get it inside his ears or at his eyes as he lathered him up. Slowly the big canine relaxed, and sat down on his rump, although his expression was definitely less than pleased.
The underside was full of bits and grass, and Jeremy got on his knees in front of the dog, reaching under his body and lathering it up, eventually getting to his crotch.
Changing his position a little, Jeremy felt a naughty sensation as he reached for the canine's sheath, noting its difference between his own bits. The Pitbull had a heavy-looking ballsack, and Jeremy blushed as he touched it, noting the softness and the plumpness as he lathered up the muddied skin there. Pavlov's panting was getting more slow and deep and the cub noted a bit of red sticking out of the dog's sheath.
His penis!
He trembled a little as he focused on the cleaning, not quite daring to touch the dog's sheath now that he saw the bulge from within, the dog's member throbbing a little, growing just a little bigger.
"Huh, guess you like this..."
Jeremy lathered up the inner thighs and then got his dog to stand up so that he could take care of the back legs. His delicate touches made Pavlov pant even heavier and a couple of inches of red meat was sticking out now.
Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he reached out to touch the inflated sheath, the Pitbull whimper-growling as his little mousepaw touched his boner through the skin.
It was warm, hot almost! The sensation of naughtiness made Jeremy pull back his paw, getting to his feet again, blushing heavily.

Pavlov looked at him and whimpered a little, lifting on of his legs, showing off the now 3 inches of dogmeat that stuck out his sheath, the thick bulge still hidden within another curious sight for the young mouse.
Still, despite a warmth burning in the bottom of his stomach and a tingly sensation in his crotch, Jeremy proceeded to rinse the shampoo out, not quite ready to commit to any naughty play just yet.
As the mud and grass and frothy shampoo drained off the canine's pelt, his member retreated back into its sheath and after a good toweling and airdrying, Pavlov was ready to be allowed into the house again, homing in on his doggy bed, curling up and falling asleep, tired after the extensive play with his young master.


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Summer turned to fall, fall to winter, and a red-cheeked Jeremy came home from walking Pavlov through heavy snow. The mousecub shook from the cold despite being geared up with gloves and warm hat and he mentally cursed at his dad's "don't touch the thermostat!" mentality, which means he wouldn't heat up as quickly as he would have liked.
Pavlov was feeling the cold as well, not exactly a long-coated breed, and Jeremy felt sorry for the canine who was shivering a little.

It was one of the winter holidays, but his parents both had to work, and there was hours before they came home, so the mouse decided to play a bit of dress-up with his dog, knowing his mom wouldn't approve of soiling his clothes as he intended.
He led the big and broad canine inside his room and fetched out a couple of pairs of socks.
"This will help you stay warm!" He told Pavlov, who looked at him with his head askew as the mouseboy put on the socks, four pawpads now insulated from the cold.
Then the big dog barked, a deep "woof!" that took Jeremy by surprise and the canine stepped in, licking at his face, then snuffling at his crotch. Pavlov was panting deep and heavy, his snout insistent as he nuzzled at the boycub's package.
"What's gotten you so excited?" The mouse wondered aloud, taking a step back, his paws battering at his companion's head. The dog just woof'd again, nibbling at his outdoor winterpants that he would have to get off anyways. Jeremy shrugged, knowing his parents would be gone for a good while yet, and pulled them off, Pavlov nearly toppling him as he crammed his muzzle against his underwear, sniffing and licking at the small bulge there.

Feeling a stirring like he had in the summer, Jeremy felt naughty enough to let the dog lick him until the fabric was soaked in slobber. Then he whimpered as the broad muzzle of the Pitbull bit at the thin garment, pulling it down until his package was revealed. His little dick was hard, surprising him, the shaft perhaps an inch, foreskin covering the tip despite its hardness.
Pavlov licked him harder now, all over his crotch, and the mouse felt tingles turn to lightning in his crotch from the repeated assaults.
It felt so naughty.
It felt so nice.
Jeremy whimpered and whined, grabbing the broad skull, humping back a little, his instincts telling him what to do.
Pavlov licker harder, muffling and snurfling at the cub's crotch, the entire area slick with doggy saliva, the mouse moaning louder until he felt something start from the inside of his dick. Almost like he had to pee. He cried out, feeling almost like loosing control of his bladder and surges of electricity wracked his body, his member stiff and trembling as he experienced the first climax of his life.

The dog's insistent licking soon turned unbearable, and Jeremy tried moving away, his knees wobbly and tangling in his outdoor pants. He meeped out as he stumbled and fell, Pavlov jumping on him, putting his heavy weight on his back.
"No, Pavlov! Wait!" The cub meeped again as the canine's paws locked into place and he felt something stiff, warm and wet prod at his backside.
"Pavlov! You can't do that!"

But he could.

On the floor, legs tangled up in his heavy outdoor pants, member still tingling from his orgasm, Jeremy felt his dog's member poke and prod at the cleft of his rump. He cried out again, trying to shift away, but the strong dog kept him in place and his somewhat obstructed legs made escape impossible.
He gasped at the repeated pokings jabbed something inside his pucker and then whined as more of the shaft slid in.
Then more. It burned a little, Jeremy whining as he was stretched, but Pavlov was squirting some fluid all over that lubed him up, making it easy for more of the shaft to cram in. The Pitbull was panting heavily, gyrating his hips with some experience, not turbothrusting like a virgin dog would.
Not that Jeremy knew the difference, but he felt it, the pokings getting deeper inside, the warmth filling him up, the hot preseed shooting inside his virgin passage, lubing it up for more dogdick to enter.
He felt something bigger poke, the stretch turning almost painful and yet also making a new sensation appear in his body, the expansion of his pucker making his stiff dick throb as the dog pushed again and again at his pre-slicked tailhole.

It felt... Good. Surprisingly good. The cub moaned out and even pushed back, somehow wanting more of the warm pressure, and Pavlov obliged, his hips rutting him more firmly, speeding up, his heavy nutsack smacking against the mouse's tiny pouch.
POP!
The knot finally burst through the tightness and Jeremy whined out from the big stretch, then melted into the floor as he felt the hot pressure just growing and growing and growing.
Pavlov was panting and growling, his thrusts shorter and more erratic as his member locked tight and expanded rapidly, filling up the tight space under the cub's tail. The canine's pucker winked as he came, hot dogseed spewing into the mouse's asshole in a quantity big enough for some of it to be pushed out to spatter to the floor.

Throb.
Throb.
Throb

Jeremy felt full to bursting. He clenched his teeth and whined out as his entire backside was filled with hot dogmeat. He felt a poking at the inside, pushing against his stomach.
And above it all, a needy, immense, fantastical pressure on his prostate, his member throbbing in tandem with the canine's cock as it pushed and expanded against it. He felt each little hump like lightning and couldn't help but clench up, milking the dog even more as he abandoned all propriety and screamed out in pleasure, his dick spasming as he climaxed a second time.

The mousecub was shivering on the floor, utterly spent, a huge dogcock filling his rectum with its potent seed. Pavlov was panting heavily into his ear and then licked at his face, leaning his entire weight on the collapsed cub, both of them resting as their orgasms slowly subsided.


When his parents eventually came home, they found their boy curled up on his bed, spooning his canine companion.
"Ahhh, winter always makes you extra tired!" Jeremy's father commented, not bothering to wake the cub or the dog, letting them get their well-deserved sleep.


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