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But he doesn't like being left out of things, so when the twins get a little distracted with one another on the couch, this good boy just HAS to invite himself along~ And the twins now being no strangers to tying knots, well, that just makes it a bit easier :3

Good thing they're here all weekend.", "writing": "Max’s paw ran through short, thick fur and pressed into the skin underneath, the lines of sleek muscle repeatedly tightening, again and again in rhythm with the thrusts that bounded through him. He swallowed again, lungs tingling with the mixed bite of sweat and soap and his sister’s fur shampoo, and the distinct, still lingering warm spice of thick musk and slick arousal still coating his upper lip. One moment the two had been watching TV, the dog they had agreed to watch off sleeping in the other room somewhere, and then the next thing Max knew was that Erika’s pants were hanging off one leg and she had hung her footpaw over the arm of the couch, and she was spreading herself through her panties with both paws, and giving him that look, and – what was I supposed to do about that?\n\nAnother three minutes saw him kneeling at the foot of the couch between her spread legs, the wet velvet of his nose held up against the wet silk of her panties, the other wild dog’s paw firmly between his ears keeping him in place. “I wanna hear you breathing,” she had told him, tapping at her phone with her free paw. “In through the nose, and out through the mouth. And then when I think you’re ready, you can pull my underwear aside and get at it.” And those next several minutes had felt like hours instead, Max with his eyes wrenched shut and his maw hanging open as he drank in his sister’s familiar scent, so similar to his own yet still so different.\n\nThrobbing in his pants, soaking his own underwear with the little spurts and jets of eager pre, he had completely forgotten that the two were not in their own home, and that they were here to make a quick buck for the weekend, by the time Erika’s paw lifted from his head and she tugged him up towards her. He had braced his paws on the back of the couch while she worked at his belt first, then the button of his fly, then the zipper – and she didn’t even let him take his pants all the way off, instead just yanking them halfway down his thighs, wrapping her legs around him, and then using that leverage to tug her brother halfway inside of her, her hefty spade squeezing so deliciously snug around him.\n\nAnd he had gotten right to work as she always wanted and expected from him, pounding forward hard and deep, even bouncing the couch backwards across the tile floor a little bit. She had moaned and gasped and sighed in his ear, her paws grasping his back, and then coaxed him back so that she could turn around – with him still buried deep; he recalled the times she had made him turn rump to rump “just like a real feral, since you wanna fuck like one so badly” and nearly lost his composure right then and there – and grind back onto him. One arm wrapped around her midsection, the other pressed into the cushions of the couch, and Max continued pumping in at her, her tail clinging around his body, the slick, dripping wetness of her arousal trickling down his sack and his inner thighs-\n\n-and then, finally, he remembered the dog. It wasn’t the jingling of the collar that did it, or the quiet, rhythmic panting, but instead the sudden puffs of hot breath along the underside of his tail soon followed by an inquisitive nose. Max had gasped and half-turned to brush him away, but then the tongue joined as well, and Amon – that was the dog, a spry, energetic feral Australian shepherd who really did not know his own strength – focused all of his attention beneath the wild dog’s tail.\n\nIt was enough that Erika had turned her head and hissed at her brother demanding to know why he had stopped, and then, “you didn’t just cum, did you? I can feel you – throbbing…” to which he had swallowed, tasted her on his lips, pushed back a little bit, hiked his tail, and reached one paw back to spread himself.\n\n“N-no,” he had answered, “not yet. It’s just – Amon…”\n\n“Amon?”\n\n“Yeah, he’s-”\n\nAnd then the feral invited himself into the action and hopped up, clumsy forepaws scraping across first the brother’s sides and then the sister’s, his lower body thrusting rapid and fervent. Max gasped again as his balance was upset; then his nose curled with the rich yet oddly flat scent of feral canine arousal, like rust-tainted water crossed with pepper; and then he pushed his rump back until only his tapered tip remained within Erika’s spade, and then Amon found his target, nudged upwards, pressed in-\n\n-and forced Max forward into his current position. The shepherd wasted no time in getting into it, thrusting fast and hard, his full, floppy sack swinging forward against Max’s from behind, the wet stickiness of feral drool and the natural dampness of his arousal smearing across his tailhole, plunging deeper with each thrust – which in turn forced him forward into his sister all over again.\n\n“Oh – God-” she panted underneath him. She reached up towards the back of the couch, gripped there for a second, then slid down with the grating of claws tugging across fabric. “Now – that’s what I’m – hah-”\n\nMax lurched with the feral’s rhythm, squeezing reflexively around the contoured girth, eyes closed, mouth open, heart pounding. He tried and tried again to move with Amon’s pace, but soon gave up and instead just pushed his paws down against the couch as well, lower body held limp so that the shepherd instead drove the rhythm, haunches pumping forward into him, residual momentum carrying him to then bury himself to the sheath inside of plump, wet spade all over again.\n\n“He’s – gonna-” Max swallowed. It was hard to speak, hard to think; he pushed back against the dog, shuddered, squeezed again, pushed. Underneath him Erika tossed her head, glanced up at him, then let her eyes flutter shut. He wet his lips, tried to pull back again, felt himself thrust forward, and shuddered yet again, with a sleek, sticky heat beginning to well up inside of him like a spreading oil flame. “God – he’s gonna… make me piss-”\n\nWide radar-dish ears flapped up. Erika stiffened beneath him. “You better fucking not. Maybe if we were at home, but this – isn’t our couch-” She groaned out, thumped her head against the cushions, and after another breathless moment managed to lift it back up. “Though I’m… feeling the same, a little bit. You oughtta – pound me like this more often, it’s so – bestial-”\n\n“Jeez, I – wonder why…”\n\n“Is he hurting you? We c-”\n\n“No, no – ah – you’re rougher than him, it’s just… a lot at once, and I… don’t think I’ll be – able to – ah-”\n\n“Won’t be able to – God – what? Not piss?”\n\n“I already told you, I’m – not gonna-” Max sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, his claws reflexively digging into the cushion of the couch. He sighed back out, opened his eyes, realized they were unfocused, strained to look forward again; still rocking beneath the dog’s urgent pace, wet heat sizzling beneath his tail. “It just… feels like that, when… you know… when…”\n\nErika shuddered, reached out, and clamped a shaky, sweaty paw around her brother’s wrist. “Max-”\n\n“Yeah… yeah…” he panted, still in rhythm with those deep, potent thrusts. Each push seared inside of him, forcing him to jerk forward and tighten while buried deep inside of Erika underneath him, the pleasure and pressure from Amon pumping inside of him mixing with the unbelievable, intoxicating sensation of her sex sleeving so sweetly around him, the wet, luxurious silken heat keeping him snug, coaxing him further and further. All around the twins swirled the scent of sex and arousal and their own musk, still cut through with that high, metallic spike that both of them by now identified as feral dog. “It’s just – oh, God, fuck, I think he’s – I’m-”\n\nThe forelegs tightened around his sides again, urgency yanking them back down to hook around his waist. He felt the bump of firm muscle and bone against him, the scratching of blunted claws, the slight pressure of calloused pawpads; the shepherd pushed his head down against the crook of Max’s neck, then drew to the side, panting openly, tongue hanging out. Amon pulled himself forward with the other dog for leverage, hindpaw scrabbling at the foot of the couch, balls tugging up, swinging against him – and then he pushed, deeper than he had before, holding there. Max felt the thick, slick skin of the feral’s sheath wrinkle back against itself, then the intense wet heat of the feral’s length buried to the root inside of him, and then… the pulse, the tug, another pulse, a quickly growing swell.\n\nThen another tug, and another, and another, of what felt like a fist-sized mass locked inside of him, pulling at the rim of his tailhole from inside, pressing against him from inside in all the right ways. At first it was too much, way too much, and he gasped, shivered, arched his back, and threw himself upright, trying to push Amon off of him; but then the dog twitched, and twitched again, and Max realized he was spurting inside of him, shooting those hot, quick sprays of his loose load deep, and he discovered he could vaguely feel the wet heat filling his body; and then he really focused in on that thick, tight pressure wedged inside of him, pressing against him each time he moved or shivered or twitched, and he gritted his teeth, and swallowed, and wrapped an arm around his sister’s body to hold her tight against him.\n\n“Max!” she gasped, tossing her head the other way. “Aah, God, you’re gonna – make me-”\n\n“Do it,” he rumbled, and pushed himself inside of her as far as he could fit – and none too soon. Every muscle in his body twitching and clenching, every nerve firing, he could feel his finish just before it began, that oily heat suddenly flaring inside of him and then exploding outwards. His jaw fell open and then clamped around his sister’s shoulder, and he bit down so that she yelped, cursed, and then clamped so wonderfully around him, the inner ring of her sex pulling back along the root of his own shaft, locking him into place as his knot similarly swelled to its full size.\n\nBeneath him, around him, his sister gasped again, groaned, then bucked backwards as she was forced across her peak, muscles tightening, warm succulent flesh squeezing, pulling at his buried length, coaxing him somehow deeper. Max drew in breath after urgent breath of her scent, her shampoo, her presence through his teeth clamped along her shoulder. Sandwiched between her body and the feral shepherd’s on top of him, hearts pounding, chests heaving, Max’s legs trembled underneath him, and his world spun, and for a moment he almost thought he might faint – and then all of that centered back in, bunched together, and finally lost control.\n\nThe first spurt yanked his lower body forward into her, her spade squishing against his sheath, her slick, supple flesh stretched around the swell of his knot – just as he pulled against the feral’s inside of him. Each time he squeezed, he felt Amon twitch and throb and spurt again, while his own muscles struggled to pull taut. After the first several such contractions he wasn’t sure whether anything was actually coming out of him – for the best, really, he thought through the haze of misty pleasure – but then the familiar sticky, slick heat began to trickle out from his sister’s stretched spade, tickling against the base of his sheath.\n\nGradually he released his grip on her shoulder, the skin taking a moment to prick free from saliva-slickened fangs. A heavy sigh dripped out across moistened fur there, and Max settled forward with the weight of the dog bearing down on top of him; Erika grunted, strained against the couch, and eventually gave up, and let herself fall down to the cushions with her legs splayed out behind her, wrapped along Max’s, wrapped along the feral’s. If he closed his eyes for too long he started to get a little bit dizzy, from the shepherd’s deep, rhythmic breaths.\n\n“You… fucker…” Erika panted.\n\n“What? Me?”\n\n“No. The dog.\n\n“I mean… yeah.” Max wriggled. 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And you’ll be caught in place with him on top of you, and I can do… whatever I want…”\n\nMax’s eyes flashed open. “Hey. No. Wait.”\n\n“That’s all we can do ‘til one of y’all slips out. Get comfy.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Max’s paw ran through short, thick fur and pressed into the skin underneath, the lines of sleek muscle repeatedly tightening, again and again in rhythm with the thrusts that bounded through him. He swallowed again, lungs tingling with the mixed bite of sweat and soap and his sister’s fur shampoo, and the distinct, still lingering warm spice of thick musk and slick arousal still coating his upper lip. One moment the two had been watching TV, the dog they had agreed to watch off sleeping in the other room somewhere, and then the next thing Max knew was that Erika’s pants were hanging off one leg and she had hung her footpaw over the arm of the couch, and she was spreading herself through her panties with both paws, and giving him that look, and – what was I supposed to do about that?

Another three minutes saw him kneeling at the foot of the couch between her spread legs, the wet velvet of his nose held up against the wet silk of her panties, the other wild dog’s paw firmly between his ears keeping him in place. “I wanna hear you breathing,” she had told him, tapping at her phone with her free paw. “In through the nose, and out through the mouth. And then when I think you’re ready, you can pull my underwear aside and get at it.” And those next several minutes had felt like hours instead, Max with his eyes wrenched shut and his maw hanging open as he drank in his sister’s familiar scent, so similar to his own yet still so different.

Throbbing in his pants, soaking his own underwear with the little spurts and jets of eager pre, he had completely forgotten that the two were not in their own home, and that they were here to make a quick buck for the weekend, by the time Erika’s paw lifted from his head and she tugged him up towards her. He had braced his paws on the back of the couch while she worked at his belt first, then the button of his fly, then the zipper – and she didn’t even let him take his pants all the way off, instead just yanking them halfway down his thighs, wrapping her legs around him, and then using that leverage to tug her brother halfway inside of her, her hefty spade squeezing so deliciously snug around him.

And he had gotten right to work as she always wanted and expected from him, pounding forward hard and deep, even bouncing the couch backwards across the tile floor a little bit. She had moaned and gasped and sighed in his ear, her paws grasping his back, and then coaxed him back so that she could turn around – with him still buried deep; he recalled the times she had made him turn rump to rump “just like a real feral, since you wanna fuck like one so badly” and nearly lost his composure right then and there – and grind back onto him. One arm wrapped around her midsection, the other pressed into the cushions of the couch, and Max continued pumping in at her, her tail clinging around his body, the slick, dripping wetness of her arousal trickling down his sack and his inner thighs-

-and then, finally, he remembered the dog. It wasn’t the jingling of the collar that did it, or the quiet, rhythmic panting, but instead the sudden puffs of hot breath along the underside of his tail soon followed by an inquisitive nose. Max had gasped and half-turned to brush him away, but then the tongue joined as well, and Amon – that was the dog, a spry, energetic feral Australian shepherd who really did not know his own strength – focused all of his attention beneath the wild dog’s tail.

It was enough that Erika had turned her head and hissed at her brother demanding to know why he had stopped, and then, “you didn’t just cum, did you? I can feel you – throbbing…” to which he had swallowed, tasted her on his lips, pushed back a little bit, hiked his tail, and reached one paw back to spread himself.

“N-no,” he had answered, “not yet. It’s just – Amon…”

“Amon?”

“Yeah, he’s-”

And then the feral invited himself into the action and hopped up, clumsy forepaws scraping across first the brother’s sides and then the sister’s, his lower body thrusting  rapid and fervent. Max gasped again as his balance was upset; then his nose curled with the rich yet oddly flat scent of feral canine arousal, like rust-tainted water crossed with pepper; and then he pushed his rump back until only his tapered tip remained within Erika’s spade, and then Amon found his target, nudged upwards, pressed in-

-and forced Max forward into his current position. The shepherd wasted no time in getting into it, thrusting fast and hard, his full, floppy sack swinging forward against Max’s from behind, the wet stickiness of feral drool and the natural dampness of his arousal smearing across his tailhole, plunging deeper with each thrust – which in turn forced him forward into his sister all over again.

“Oh – God-” she panted underneath him. She reached up towards the back of the couch, gripped there for a second, then slid down with the grating of claws tugging across fabric. “Now – that’s what I’m – hah-”

Max lurched with the feral’s rhythm, squeezing reflexively around the contoured girth, eyes closed, mouth open, heart pounding. He tried and tried again to move with Amon’s pace, but soon gave up and instead just pushed his paws down against the couch as well, lower body held limp so that the shepherd instead drove the rhythm, haunches pumping forward into him, residual momentum carrying him to then bury himself to the sheath inside of plump, wet spade all over again.

“He’s – gonna-” Max swallowed. It was hard to speak, hard to think; he pushed back against the dog, shuddered, squeezed again, pushed. Underneath him Erika tossed her head, glanced up at him, then let her eyes flutter shut. He wet his lips, tried to pull back again, felt himself thrust forward, and shuddered yet again, with a sleek, sticky heat beginning to well up inside of him like a spreading oil flame. “God – he’s gonna… make me piss-”

Wide radar-dish ears flapped up. Erika stiffened beneath him. “You better fucking not. Maybe if we were at home, but this – isn’t our couch-” She groaned out, thumped her head against the cushions, and after another breathless moment managed to lift it back up. “Though I’m… feeling the same, a little bit. You oughtta – pound me like this more often, it’s so – bestial-”

“Jeez, I – wonder why…”

“Is he hurting you? We c-”

“No, no – ah – you’re rougher than him, it’s just… a lot at once, and I… don’t think I’ll be – able to – ah-”

“Won’t be able to – God – what? Not piss?”

“I already told you, I’m – not gonna-” Max sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, his claws reflexively digging into the cushion of the couch. He sighed back out, opened his eyes, realized they were unfocused, strained to look forward again; still rocking beneath the dog’s urgent pace, wet heat sizzling beneath his tail. “It just… feels like that, when… you know… when…”

Erika shuddered, reached out, and clamped a shaky, sweaty paw around her brother’s wrist. “Max-”

“Yeah… yeah…” he panted, still in rhythm with those deep, potent thrusts. Each push seared inside of him, forcing him to jerk forward and tighten while buried deep inside of Erika underneath him, the pleasure and pressure from Amon pumping inside of him mixing with the unbelievable, intoxicating sensation of her sex sleeving so sweetly around him, the wet, luxurious silken heat keeping him snug, coaxing him further and further. All around the twins swirled the scent of sex and arousal and their own musk, still cut through with that high, metallic spike that both of them by now identified as feral dog. “It’s just – oh, God, fuck, I think he’s – I’m-”

The forelegs tightened around his sides again, urgency yanking them back down to hook around his waist. He felt the bump of firm muscle and bone against him, the scratching of blunted claws, the slight pressure of calloused pawpads; the shepherd pushed his head down against the crook of Max’s neck, then drew to the side, panting openly, tongue hanging out. Amon pulled himself forward with the other dog for leverage, hindpaw scrabbling at the foot of the couch, balls tugging up, swinging against him – and then he pushed, deeper than he had before, holding there. Max felt the thick, slick skin of the feral’s sheath wrinkle back against itself, then the intense wet heat of the feral’s length buried to the root inside of him, and then… the pulse, the tug, another pulse, a quickly growing swell.

Then another tug, and another, and another, of what felt like a fist-sized mass locked inside of him, pulling at the rim of his tailhole from inside, pressing against him from inside in all the right ways. At first it was too much, way too much, and he gasped, shivered, arched his back, and threw himself upright, trying to push Amon off of him; but then the dog twitched, and twitched again, and Max realized he was spurting inside of him, shooting those hot, quick sprays of his loose load deep, and he discovered he could vaguely feel the wet heat filling his body; and then he really focused in on that thick, tight pressure wedged inside of him, pressing against him each time he moved or shivered or twitched, and he gritted his teeth, and swallowed, and wrapped an arm around his sister’s body to hold her tight against him.

“Max!” she gasped, tossing her head the other way. “Aah, God, you’re gonna – make me-”

“Do it,” he rumbled, and pushed himself inside of her as far as he could fit – and none too soon. Every muscle in his body twitching and clenching, every nerve firing, he could feel his finish just before it began, that oily heat suddenly flaring inside of him and then exploding outwards. His jaw fell open and then clamped around his sister’s shoulder, and he bit down so that she yelped, cursed, and then clamped so wonderfully around him, the inner ring of her sex pulling back along the root of his own shaft, locking him into place as his knot similarly swelled to its full size.

Beneath him, around him, his sister gasped again, groaned, then bucked backwards as she was forced across her peak, muscles tightening, warm succulent flesh squeezing, pulling at his buried length, coaxing him somehow deeper. Max drew in breath after urgent breath of her scent, her shampoo, her presence through his teeth clamped along her shoulder. Sandwiched between her body and the feral shepherd’s on top of him, hearts pounding, chests heaving, Max’s legs trembled underneath him, and his world spun, and for a moment he almost thought he might faint – and then all of that centered back in, bunched together, and finally lost control.

The first spurt yanked his lower body forward into her, her spade squishing against his sheath, her slick, supple flesh stretched around the swell of his knot – just as he pulled against the feral’s inside of him. Each time he squeezed, he felt Amon twitch and throb and spurt again, while his own muscles struggled to pull taut. After the first several such contractions he wasn’t sure whether anything was actually coming out of him – for the best, really, he thought through the haze of misty pleasure – but then the familiar sticky, slick heat began to trickle out from his sister’s stretched spade, tickling against the base of his sheath.

Gradually he released his grip on her shoulder, the skin taking a moment to prick free from saliva-slickened fangs. A heavy sigh dripped out across moistened fur there, and Max settled forward with the weight of the dog bearing down on top of him; Erika grunted, strained against the couch, and eventually gave up, and let herself fall down to the cushions with her legs splayed out behind her, wrapped along Max’s, wrapped along the feral’s. If he closed his eyes for too long he started to get a little bit dizzy, from the shepherd’s deep, rhythmic breaths.

“You… fucker…” Erika panted.

“What? Me?”

“No. The dog.

“I mean… yeah.” Max wriggled. He reached back with one paw, touched at his rump… felt the sheer, intense humid heat of the feral’s orgasm still dribbling from within his stretched tailhole, and the extra strain on the muscle there. “I’m gonna be fucking sore tomorrow…”

“That big?”

“Not – not really. Just… I didn’t do any extra prep or – practice this time. It helps that it… doesn’t swell up ‘til after…”

“Doesn’t make it any easier for me.”

“Do you wanna try him out after?”

“One is more than enough for me.” Erika tugged forward, drawing a sharp hiss from her brother buried inside of her. “And on that subject, you and I are gonna have to have a good, long talk about it.”

Max grimaced. “Forty minutes long?”

“Forty? I thought yours only went for twenty-”

“Sure. But Amon isn’t me, is he?”

“Well, that’s more your problem than mine, isn’t it? You’ll slip free, and I’ll get to climb out from underneath you, and then-” Erika shuddered. “Ooh. Now there’s an idea. And you’ll be caught in place with him on top of you, and I can do… whatever I want…”

Max’s eyes flashed open. “Hey. No. Wait.”

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