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Not one bit.\n\nTheir ears perked again, this time reflexively towards the quiet click of the door’s lock. They blinked, swallowed, straightened up, patted themselves down to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything, cleared their throat, scrambled to check that this was indeed the right address, and then nearly dropped it when the door pulled open.\n\nAnd there inside stood the same coyote from the other end of this past weekend’s conversation. Or, at least, so Caelan assumed: the color palette along his fur looked the same from what the bunny had been allowed to see, which so far had been the section of his body roughly between his belly button and the middle of his thighs, without any clothes obscuring the view. Caelan realized they were staring – the coyote had looped his thumb into one of his pockets, tugging his pants just far enough down at the corner to show that, just as he had promised in his messages, he wasn’t wearing underwear – and looked up at the angular muzzle above him.\n\nWhen a coyote stared down a bunny, both knew that things could go only one way. Raul’s muzzle cracked in a slow, satisfied grin, the canid not even trying to keep from flashing his sharp fangs; Caelan’s cotton-ball tail gave a nervous flick, though it was the exhilarated, excited kind of nervousness, like cresting the peak of a rollercoaster out at an amusement park. Their fingers tightened around their phone, and they half-raised their other paw in an attempted wave.\n\n“Uh,” and the bunny swallowed, “hey. I’m – Caelan, I’m here for…”\n\n“Oh, good. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Raul stood there a moment longer, looking over his prey, then stepped back and held the door open with his shoulders. He motioned inside; Caelan looked up at him, tried a smile, and stepped forward, once more diving into the so-familiar swell of anxiousness mixing with excitement, anticipation so closely entwined with eagerness. The first hookup was always a risk, of course, but so far nothing had treated him so bad that-\n\nFrom further in the house and around the corner there came the telltale tck-tck-tcking of bare claws along tiled floor. The bunny’s ears perked again, and he froze, and frowned… then reflexively took a half-step back towards the door when another canine head poked around the corner, this one closer to the floor. Not much more so, though: the feral strode confidently out from the kitchen, the caramel and dark chocolate coloration of the Doberman standing stark contrast to the white tiling, then stopped to look over the unexpected visitor. Ears and tail both left uncropped, it struck a prim, commanding figure there, all sleek angles and sharp lines, smooth and tightly muscular.\n\nYellow eyes glistened at Caelan. Behind them, the door closed and locked again, and this sound was enough to break the moment: the dog dipped its head and bounded forward, tail swinging behind it, action and intent and determination. Caelan gasped, brought a paw up to shield their throat, tried to turn away – and received an inquisitive snout lifting up underneath their chin, the wet-leather nose smearing through their fur as it sniffed at them, the broad, velvety tongue flopping out to caress their neck, sending little shivers down their back, punching the fear down into simmering embarrassment. They laughed a little bit, reaching out to run their fingers along its thick, silken coat, then stumbled back as both forepaws came up to brace against their shoulders so the dog could inspect their unexpected visitor.\n\n“Sorry, sorry,” Raul rumbled, though he certainly didn’t sound like it. “That’s Parius, and he really likes meeting new people. Down, boy.”\n\n“Parius?” Caelan twisted his muzzle this way and that, trying to avoid receiving the traditional inside-of-the-mouth feral dog kiss, and then finally managed to step their way out of the splash zone at an urging paw from the coyote. The feral Doberman thumped back down to the ground, though took long enough in doing so for the bunny to notice, realize, and then briefly enjoy the discovery that he was very much intact, his velvet-skinned sheath ringed with moisture at the lip jiggling from his belly, and his balls swinging with the movement before he dropped back down. Tail wagging, the Doberman turned to his owner and lifted his head into the encouraging pets.\n\n“Yeah.” Raul brought his other paw in, smushing the feral’s muzzle forward. “Don’t you, boy? They’re a band I like, and he’s got pretty similar energy to them. Really… fast, kinda aggressive, but good-natured. Anyway.” Still stroking between Parius’s ears with one paw, Raul jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Bedroom’s this way. You all ready?”\n\nAnd immediately Caelan’s heart leapt back to its original rhythm. “Yeah,” they said, and swallowed; it wasn’t until the coyote turned his back again to lead them down the hallway, brushy tail swishing around his legs and the feral’s muzzle, that the bunny let themselves follow their initial line of thought. No underwear… part of Raul’s shirt hem had caught above the base of his tail, and as he walked Caelan watched the way the muscles layered beneath his fur twisted and tugged, and how they could still tell this fact from here.\n\nAlready they knew everything that Raul had to offer them, and knowing this just made the anticipation that much greater. They envisioned reaching forward as both of them walked, imagined slipping their paws underneath that shirt to feel the fur underneath, then pushing their fingers down beneath the hem of his pants; they imagined brushing along the thick, squishy-firm heft of the coyote’s sheath – “I’ll hold off on cleaning it for you ‘til you can do it for me,” he had sent when they were arranging this hookup; “I wanna hit that mouth first, and then that puss,” warm, wet flesh nestled snug between the bunny’s sack and tailhole, great fodder for creatively-framed photos – with one paw while letting the other go down further, wrapping around his hefty balls, feeling their weight, knowing that they would soon unload them again and again, and…\n\n“Right in here,” Raul went on. He nudged the door open with a bare footpaw and motioned his visitor in; Caelan nodded their thanks, trying not to show their stirring arousal, and stepped in, though had to push their way past the excited feral as well. In the back of their mind, they wondered… “Go ahead and get on your knees there. I’ll get ready in a sec.”\n\nSo smooth, so confident. If Caelan hadn’t already started stirring in their pants, then that certainly would have done it. The bunny continued into the master bedroom while Raul stepped off towards the bathroom, swinging the door behind himself yet not fully shutting it. The visitor looked after him for a moment and then turned back to the bed – Parius now stood partially between them – and stepped forward.\n\nUsually their hookups wanted them to strip completely down. So they started at their shirt first, pulling it up, tossing it to the side; then the pants followed, cloth belt coming easily through, pants button and zipper going soon after with only the slightest of hesitation; and as the bunny bent down they slid their underwear right off with it, and took the moment to enjoy the always-new sensation of being naked in some new, unknown place.\n\nThe house smelled of coyote and dog, faint yet noticeable. A warm, sharp, musky acridity tinged every breath drawn in, serving to further fuel the background arousal already simmering within the bunny. They rubbed at an itchy spot with their arm, glanced down at the attentive Doberman, remembered what he carried between his hind legs… and then, a little nervous, lowered themselves down to their knees-\n\n-and instantly received the same greeting all over again, Parius padding forward and resuming his thorough investigation of Caelan’s short snout and the inside of their mouth. Hot, dank breath puffed over them again and again, tepid and swampy, musty and heavy; it made their eyes water and curled their nose, but the constant attention from the feral still had its effect on them, and before they knew what they were doing the bunny had leaned back where they knelt, one paw brushing down along Parius’s shoulder while the other tried – somewhat weakly – to brush him away. In the small snatches of opportunity in between licks, Caelan managed to catch the dog’s eye, and the bright, sharp glistening there made them wonder if Parius knew what he was doing, or if Raul had perhaps instructed him to do this, to warm the visitor up for his later usage.\n\n“Come – on-” the bunny murmured, still turning their head this way and that. “Down. Down, boy, I’m not – you’re-” …and in between, they still watched that plump, velvety sheath bouncing from side to side, the loose, supple blankets of skin jiggling with excitement, balls underneath similarly bobbing, bumping against one another, slapping against the dog’s inner haunches.\n\nA sharp whistle from over near the bathroom caught both of their attention. Parius and Caelan looked over at the same time: the former’s tail picked up its wagging all over again, and the latter’s jaw dropped open. There stood the coyote, fully nude as he had been in so many of the pictures he had already sent over, tapered tip of his shaft glistening where it protruded from the end of his sheath. Even from here Caelan could see the ring of built-up liquid musk gathered at the lip, thick and greasy, dank and damp.\n\nFeeling their gaze, the canid grinned, struck a pose, then tossed his head back and laughed. “Everything you expected?”\n\nCaelan didn’t know what to say for a moment. 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Sure enough jutting between the bunny’s thighs, the evidence of their arousal twitched steadily, worked to that point from the feral’s unrelenting attention. Caelan swallowed, wet his lips – already slimy with dog saliva – and looked up again, pointedly avoiding the Doberman’s smug gaze. Or am I imagining that…?\n\nRaul waved a paw over to Parius again, then leaned back. He squished his other down against the rim of his sheath, letting the thick, supple skin slip smoothly back; thick strands of gathered wetness stretched between the velvety interior of his sheath and the surface of his shaft, the rich red flesh immediately swelling out under an indulgent throb. “Be my guest, if you want,” he rumbled, and ran his fingerpads across himself. “Make sure you get as much of his drool as you can, though. It’s got a real nice texture for when you suck me off. Besides, I always like to watch.” \n\nWell… Caelan squirmed where they knelt again. Parius wagged where he sat, waiting for the bunny’s decision. I kinda have to, now, don’t I? And admittedly this was something that they hadn’t done yet, though the thought, subject, and fantasy had definitely come up before. So the bunny approached it as though they were kissing any other stranger whom they had just met: they looked the feral dog in the eye, gave their best attempt at a sultry wink, then reached forward with one arm, draped it over the beast’s shoulder, leaned in, tilted their head… it was a little bit strange feeling the differences in body shape like this, with the shoulder angling down at a much sharper angle, the texture and thickness of the pelt and skin both considerably different, and then as they came closer, picking out the different pace of the breathing, the weight of scent and humidity, everything about it.\n\nCaelan closed their eyes…\n\nAnd almost immediately jumped as Parius leaned in to close the distance, first sniffing at the bunny’s short muzzle again and then flopping his tongue out. It scooped up underneath Caelan’s chin and across their mouth, forcing them to at first reflexively clench their lips together and squinch their eyes shut. A little scoff from Raul at the edge of the bed brought them back, though, and beneath the continuing barrage of affection the bunny took a breath – smelling of rich, heady dog – then swallowed and relaxed. Their lips came apart, then flopped and pulled and smacked around under the motion of the broad, flat tongue pushing across them again and again; still the bunny squirmed and tried to resist, the sticky, velvety saliva brushing across their teeth and gums and dripping down their chin, but even amid the burgeoning disgust their arousal still continued to swell, and… and they brought their paw up along the Doberman’s muzzle, feeling the short, thick fur, the shape of the feral’s head, the muscles in his neck as he continued to lap away.\n\nSo Caelan opened his eyes again, looked first at Parius – who still wore that same self-satisfied look in his eyes, if ever a dog could do such a thing – then over at Raul, who nodded his notice while continuing to rub at himself, forefinger and thumb squishing the slick skin of his sheath over his tapered tip as it grew. The bunny took in another breath, nearly coughed under the high, tickling buzz of wet dog smell, then licked their lips – accidentally caught Parius’s as well – and turned their head to dive in.\n\nImmediately the feral dog’s tongue found its mark, this time skipping the bunny’s muzzle entirely and instead plopping inside their mouth. Like a ribbon of thick, wet velvet it smacked up against the roof of their mouth, pulled there, curled out from within their lips; then again, pushing their own tongue back into their mouth, then out across a cheek so that they could feel it tug with the tension; then in again, folding across the tongue this time and pushing towards the back of their throat, so that when they reflexively swallowed they felt the thick, squishy muscle compress, filling what space was there so that they had no choice but to slurp and suck and swallow around it.\n\nThick, loose saliva dribbled within their mouth, smeared across their lips, splattered on their nose. Caelan shivered amid the kiss, one arm still around Parius’s thick neck, the other pushing down the dog’s front. Throughout it the bunny was kept sharply aware that this was indeed a feral dog they were kissing: the lips were too loose, the shape of the jaw not quite right, the tongue too wide, and then especially the handling of everything a bit too… energetic, too sloppy, too animalistic.\n\nThough there had been a hyena once who kissed like this, and who had tried to literally suck the breath from Caelan’s lungs.\n\nMouth flooded with the taste of wet dog, their own saliva sealed within the thicker, stickier, slimier, yet somehow drier sensation of the feral’s, Caelan swallowed again, huffed out from their nose, slid their paw behind Parius’s head, and pulled the feral in until fangs clacked against teeth. The dog dragged his lips wetly across the bunny’s maw as he continued to lap away at him, mussing his fur, coating his nose in sticky drool so that each inhalation popped with a small, sticky bubble. Before long the bunny was also curling his tongue out, deliberately trying to push it back against Parius’s; the two pressed and pushed and slopped together, once in the bunny’s maw, once in the dog’s, then in between, then back and forth again. They forgot where they were or what they were doing, instead diving wholeheartedly into the contact here, hard shaft twitching between their legs, wanting only to feel how far into their throat that tongue could go, and wanting to drink down as much of the feral’s drool as they could, and-\n\n“Parius.” Raul snapped and whistled. Instantly the heat of the dog’s maw retreated from around Caelan’s muzzle. “Enough. Good boy. Leave some for me, at least.”\n\nCaelan came back to themselves, their muzzle streaked and smeared with warm, silky stickiness, their throat tingling, their belly rumbling gently with how much feral saliva they had swallowed… their shaft twitching hard, their other sex tingling beneath their body. Ropes of it still hung from their lips; panting, they reached up, wiped some of it off on their wrist, grimaced at the frothy strands that pulled away, then finally looked over to where the coyote sat. Then back to the feral dog, who sat at attention by the foot of the bed with his own hard shaft resting out across the carpeted floor, already spreading a dank puddle of dripping warmth with each twitch – then back to Raul again, and his similarly hard cock resting across his sand-colored belly. Thumb hooked around the base, he gave himself a waggle.\n\n“You’re over here for me, not my dog,” the coyote purred, amusement sparkling beneath his voice. Caelan blushed, wiped their mouth again, and scooted closer; Raul sat up further and spread his legs apart. “But if you wanna, let me know and I’ll make sure my good camera’s charged.”\n\n“…Yeah,” the bunny managed, and swallowed again. They could feel Parius’s drool coating the inside of their throat and simmering in their belly; they suppressed a small, frothy belch as they came forward, one paw resting on Raul’s knee, the other reaching down to give themselves a little stroke… “Yeah. I know. You want me to, just…”\n\nThe coyote leaned languorously back onto his elbows, but still kept his visitor in view. “Go nuts. Do whatever you like. I’m sure I’ll like it.”\n\nEven before they leaned in Caelan could both smell and feel the musk wafting up off of the canid’s revealed length. Fully hard yet with the knot unswollen, the slick, greasy red flesh protruded out from his luscious sheath; Caelan wrapped a pair of fingers and a thumb around the soft, squishy skin and worked it back and forth, getting a feel for its stretch, its give, how supple it was. The lip of Raul’s pushed a thin coating of gathered slickness before it where it went, scooping sweat mixed with pre and whatever else across his length; each stroke sent a shivering throb through him, and before long Raul’s head had flopped all the way back, his eyes closed, his mouth open.\n\nCaelan swallowed, still tasting nothing but thick feral dog saliva, and leaned in closer. Their nose tingled with the rich, salty spice of unwashed coyote, arousal stirring further; Raul’s sack slid nicely into their palm, the loose, soft skin rolling easily between their fingers and across their pads, hefty balls inside stirring, shifting slowly. Just like in the pictures and videos yet so much better in person; inviting, intoxicating, tantalizing… finally Caelan closed the distance, first just pressing their nose forward into that luxurious spot between sheath and sack, where the fur and skin tented inwards to create a small pocket perfectly sized for the end of their snout.\n\nTheir eyes fluttered shut, their lips parted open, and they drew in a slow, languid breath through nostrils buried amid slightly greasy fur. As they did so Raul throbbed again, firm flesh swelling within the depths of his sheath, pushing out against the bunny’s snout smeared and slickened with feral saliva; Caelan shivered where they knelt, pulled themselves closer, and then nuzzled up across the coyote’s sheath towards the lip, where supple skin gave way to slick meat instead.\n\nImmediately the gathered grease spread across their nose and lips. Caelan swallowed, took in another breath, grimaced at the sharp bite of intense scent, then parted their lips and dragged their tongue across the coyote’s length. Rather than their drool coating Raul’s cock, it was the coyote’s slickness that smeared across them instead, thick and sticky, slimy; the bunny worked at it, lapping up towards his tapered tip, swirling his tongue there, diving back down, until their breath finally reeked of coyote instead of feral dog.\n\nOne of Raul’s paws had gone up to his muzzle, halfway covering his opened mouth, while the other stroked idly at Parius’s neck where the Doberman sat at the foot of the bed. Caelan felt as though they had an attentive, eager audience; they repeatedly looked down between the feral’s hind legs as they worked, now wrapping their lips around Raul’s tip, now diving down so that that hot, thick flesh twitched in the back of their throat, and saw a similarly pulsing shaft still resting across the carpet.\n\nBriefly, they thought about reaching over, wrapping their paw around Parius’s cock, and stroking him as well while attending to Raul… but then a small buck from the coyote accompanied by a paw squeezing between the bunny’s mismatched ears redirected their attention, and the next thing they knew they were squeezing their eyes shut against a stirring gag from the predator’s tip poking into the back of their throat, the thick, wrinkled rim of his sheath pursed against their lips like a sloppy, slimy kiss.\n\nRaul held there for a moment, back arched, teeth gritted, and then fell back, a decadent sigh dribbling from his parted lips. With effort he pulled himself back up onto his elbows and smirked down at Caelan between his legs, pumping his hips in rhythm with the bunny’s bobbing, knot still unswollen but beginning to pulse out within his sheath.\n\n“Not – bad…” Raul purred, voice dripping with pleasure. At Caelan’s side Parius turned his head, sniffed at something, stood up – the bunny was briefly distracted by a clear, unbroken view of hefty feral cock hanging down and bouncing in the open air, sleek balls dragging forward behind the plump sheath as well. “I can tell you’re… practiced…”\n\nSimmering with delight at the compliment, Caelan rolled their tongue around the coyote’s tip another few times and then pulled themselves off to resume stroking, fingerpads now slickened with saliva as well as pre. Each time they pumped down, they deliberately bunched the coyote’s sheath in against itself and squeezed down beneath his slowly swelling knot, each time drawing another shiver and buck from the canid.\n\n“Thanks,” they murmured in embarrassed response, each exhalation sizzling as though they had just drawn a lungful of air from directly within the depths of the coyote’s sheath. Actually… and Caelan lifted their hind end up a bit to find a better angle so that they could move down, purse their lips against that sheath, and then begin scooping around within its warm, velvety folds with their tongue. “I… love… your dick, Raul, and I’d… love to be able to-”\n\nThen, suddenly, a cool, wet shock ricocheted up the bunny’s spine from right underneath their tail. There was a rush of air, a huff of hot breath, then another forceful scoop, as feral Doberman nose lifted right up against the revealed pucker of their tailhole. Thrown off-balance, they bunched forward, just barely missed catching Raul’s balls along the edge of the mattress, and looked back behind themselves at the investigative dog. Parius pressed his nose forward against Caelan’s tailhole while his sloppy lips mushed and mashed against the bunny’s lower lips instead, similarly slick, slimy, wet with burgeoning arousal; the sensation of the contact invigorated them, forcing them to shiver, grip onto the sheets, grit their teeth, nuzzle in against Raul’s sack again.\n\n“Wait – wait…” Caelan murmured, trying to focus on the task at hand. They waved a paw down around their rump, trying to shoo the feral away. “Let me just – do this, and I’ll…”\n\nA strong paw settled between Caelan’s ears, briefly tilting him away from the coyote’s twitching length. “Hey, now, he’s part of this deal, too,” Raul purred. He stroked himself with his other paw. “You’ve already invited him in. Most folks try to make the kiss as short as possible, but you – goddamn, it looked like you were trying to breathe through his lungs.”\n\n“But didn’t you-” Caelan grimaced as Raul slid a thumb into the corner of their mouth, forcing their jaws open. “-just say that you wanted me – to-”\n\n“Yeah. And you did a kickass job. But,” and now the coyote reached down, hooked his paws beneath the bunny’s shoulders, and lifted them up further, “now I wanna see him fuck the shit out of you. His enjoyment is my enjoyment. And by that I mean that whatever one of us hits, the other gets to, too. What do you think?”\n\nThroughout this Parius had continued in his investigation, nose sniffing around the sensitive skin of the bunny’s tailhole, working down towards the plump, slick lips just underneath. He focused more thoroughly on the latter here, audibly snuffling away at them; right as Caelan opened their mouth to give their response, that broad, flat tongue flicked out again and dragged smoothly, sweetly up across delicate, sensitive folds of meat, and ruined that response before it formed. Then the tongue came out again, and again, and the Doberman tilted his head and worked in at the bunny’s second sex.\n\nEverything that they had received around, outside of, across, and within their mouth, now reflected underneath the bunny’s tail as well. They grasped at the bedsheets, nose pressing in between saliva-slickened coyote balls, as the feral dog worked away at then, slopping hungrily into sensitive depths: sweet waves of sensation washed across from behind, bringing with them the swelling, shivering brightness of approaching orgasm, rooted somewhere within their loins where their external equipment shared their roots. Caelan swallowed and swallowed again, licked their lips, half-lifted their muzzle – blinked as Raul angled his cock down to smear the slime of his own arousal back across their fur, coating them further in his rich scent.\n\nParius quickly found Caelan’s clit. Each flick of the tongue sent a sparkling lance of intensity through them, muscles tightening, nerves firing; they discovered that they were drooling, and rather than wipe the mess up, instead just turned their muzzle further, curled their tongue beneath Raul’s sack, and slurped first one and then the other ball into their maw, suckling gently. The coyote cooed beneath his breath and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, now sitting upright; Caelan looked up at him, eyes half-lidded beneath swelling enjoyment, and shifted to work his balls more comfortably into their mouth, sucking off the gathered sour saltiness, deliberately pressing their nose into the bulge of the growing knot still nestled within thick, slick fur.\n\nFrom there the dog adjusted his stance, puffed out another blast of hot, humid breath, and then lifted up again, and now lapped hungrily at the bunny’s tailhole as well. This was an entirely different feeling, more insistent if less intense, just as relaxing, invigorating, inviting; Caelan turned their head to nuzzle into the hot, dank space between Raul’s sheath and his inner thigh, sucking hungry breaths of rich coyote musk through the fur there.\n\nFor a few minutes Caelan just floated, enjoying the nearly overwhelming attention, buried amid scent and spice and musk and the wet, sticky slickness of saliva both their own and the feral’s. This led them back to the heart-pounding understanding that it was that same feral tongue scooping up underneath their cotton-ball tail, dragging across lips swollen with arousal, pushing into the pucker of their tailhole – places where no feral, no dog, had ever gone before, but given how this felt now… goddamn, the bunny thought, dazed, he’s… better than a good half of my hookups… and he’s doing it all for himself, and-\n\nAs if on cue Parius drew back – there was the wet, sloppy smack of his broad tongue flicking out around his chops, the dog’s muzzle likely streaked with bunny scent now – and Raul nodded to him over Caelan’s shoulder. Still halfway lost in the fog of arousal, the bunny tried to lift their head and turn around, but then felt themselves forced forward again as dense, muscular weight pushed down from above and behind. Strong, bony forelegs wrapped about their chest, then slid back to their waist; the dog’s muzzle came in alongside their head, one floppy lip dragging across their cheek, breath puffing out again and again; and before they could respond or react the hips began to churn as well, streaking a firm, wet heat across their hip first in one direction, then another, then slightly lower, then up again, as Parius fervently thrust in trying to find his mark.\n\n“Let him,” Raul commanded, paws coming forward to caress the bunny’s chin. “Normally he gets two handjobs a day, but we’ve been holding him off so he’ll have enough to fill you, if you want to. Do you?”\n\n“Yes,” Caelan breathed, without thinking about it. They nodded. “Yes. God, yes. Let him…” And they reached back between their legs, bracing their chest against the mattress, one paw spreading their saliva-slickened lips, the other reaching up, fumbling around, finally feeling the dog’s pulsing shaft – it was wetter than Raul’s, a little bit greasier, definitely hotter – and angling him down, away from their tailhole…\n\n…so that the next thrust found its mark and sank quickly, sweetly inside of them, pushing past the clenching walls of flesh and muscle, forcing the bunny to arch their back and suck in another sweet gasp. Parius hit it fast and hard, forelegs clamping down around the visitor’s waist as he pounded into them, heft balls swinging against Caelan’s own from behind; quickly the sound of wet, meaty smacking filled the room, each one accompanied with another breathy moan forced out of the bunny.\n\nTheir entire body lurched with the fervid motion, their own hard shaft bouncing beneath their belly, flinging off sticky ropes of pre forced out from the intense sensation. Distantly, distracted, they tried to resume their work on the coyote, lifting the other canid shaft against their muzzle and taking it back into their maw, but their focus was split: Parius’s breath puffed out across their neck, and the dog’s deep, firm chest pushed down against them from above and behind, keeping them sharply aware of the feral’s presence on top of them.\n\nIt felt like nothing else they had received before, despite having taken countless partners of a similar shape and size. There was just something about the way the feral moved, something about his energy, his indulgence, his interest; he pounded into Caelan’s sex with rampant disregard for the bunny’s comfort or noises, leading them to grasp at the covers, grit their teeth, and bury themselves within Raul’s sheath all over again, as the pleasure melded to discomfort and then back again. They could feel the dog’s arousal simmering through their system, as his contoured length twitched, throbbed, grew inside of them, swelled out at the middle.\n\nI’m really doing it, Caelan thought, rubbing Raul’s shaft against their lips. They turned around to watch the dog mounted atop them: the Doberman’s eyes fluttered partially open, and after a second he focused in on Caelan, satisfaction evident beneath his pleasure. He huffed, flopped his tongue out against his chops, and squeezed the bunny’s waist again, pulling himself closer to continue his railing. I’m… getting fucked by a… feral dog while… his owner watches, and – I’m – he’s-\n\nSuddenly Parius huffed, rumbled deep in his chest, and then slowed his pace, his thrusts lengthening out and slowing down. Even before they could recognize what had happened Caelan felt the result of the dog’s peak, as the hot, watery jets of his load spurted out deep inside of them, slowly filling them like a water balloon on a trickle. Arousal stirring, Caelan dove back down along Raul’s length again, wanting to taste his cum as well; two fingers wrapped behind his knot – Parius’s, thankfully, had swollen outside of Caelan’s sex – and tugging with his bobbing put the coyote through a slow, steady rhythm of irresistible thrusts, every muscle in his body tensing as he did so.\n\n“Good… boy…” Raul rumbled. He had fallen back to the bed, chest stirring with slow, steady breathing. “That’s a… good dog, fill ‘em up… good boy, good boy…”\n\nHead now bobbing along Raul’s shaft, the coyote’s knot beginning to slowly swell against their lips, Caelan reflexively worked their hips back around Parius’s still-buried length as well. It was strange how hot the dog was, almost searing them from the inside; they reached down with their other paw, gave themselves a stroke, reached back further, fingered at their lips stretched around the beast’s shaft, reached back to touch the twitching knot, the jiggling balls, then back up again. Parius huffed again, shifted – and then flopped free, the sudden shift in pressure forcing Caelan to gasp and arch their back around a flood of fresh, wet feral dog seed pouring out of them, splashing across their paw and staining the carpet underneath.\n\nIt was so, so easy to press three fingers up inside themselves afterwards, everything wet and slick from the dog’s load. They fingered themselves as they continued to work at Raul, their own arousal coming in rhythm with the coyote’s. I want to ride him, they thought, their eyes drifting shut; just like we talked about in our messages. But I wanna use the dog’s cum for lube. I wanna feel my dick slapping against his belly, and I want him to pound me good and hard so that he forces me to cum without touching myself, and then I want him to tie me good and hard so I can’t go anywhere, and then – I’ll – \n\nBut then Parius decided to re-mount the already tired bunny, knocking Caelan’s thoughts off course. Muzzle full of twitching coyote cock, their eyes flashed open and they turned to look, panic swelling within them as that still-hard, still spraying tapered tip poked against their tailhole, nudged in, and then began to sink inwards with surprising care. Still, though, Caelan turned their head and reached back, trying to push the dog off, wanting at least some time to stretch and get ready before-\n\n-but then a firm paw between their ears tugged them down until their lips squished against Raul’s sheath, stretched taught around his swelling, pulsing knot. The coyote gritted his teeth, arched his back, bucked, bucked again – and then flooded the bunny’s mouth with several hot, thick spurts of his own peak, similarly tasting like wet dog mixed with iron, strung underneath with a certain bright, bittersweet sharpness. Distracted, Caelan eagerly drank down each spurt, feeling the velvety thickness coat their throat on the way down, rubbing at the root of Raul’s sheath and beneath his balls until he finally fell back again – and then resumed trying to brush the dog away.\n\n“No, no,” the coyote breathed, tense with his own approach. He squirmed, reached for Caelan’s head, directed them back towards his shaft where his knot now pulsed out within his sheath. “He’s not… going for a round. He just… wants to… fill you up.”\n\n“He already – did that,” Caelan half-complained, but resumed lapping at the underside of the offered tip. “More than the stallion I fucked last weekend…”\n\n“We trained him to… always piss after he cums, too. Hope you’re… ready…”\n\n“What?-” was all the bunny could say before the sudden, intense pressure of the feral dog shoving himself deep inside their bowels, pushing the slick, tight walls of meat apart around his still-twitching cock. Caelan gasped, bucked forward, nuzzled again into the side of Raul’s similarly hard shaft, their breath still tainted with the taste of coyote seed; a deep, distant ache thrummed within their loins, unpleasant yet still invigorating. They felt the residual, rhythmic throbs throughout the dog’s shaft, the beating of his pulse combined with the irresistible spurts of remnant cum painting Caelan’s insides; Parius shifted and squirmed atop them, one forepaw pushing against the edge of the mattress – Raul scooted to the side, gently smacked his cock against Caelan’s cheek, then worked himself back between the bunny’s lips – then grunted, huffed, grunted again, squatted partially down so that his hips pushed against Caelan’s… and then as soon as he began, the bunny could feel that, too.\n\nJust like everything else about the dog it was far, far hotter than they had expected. Caelan squirmed beneath the feral’s weight, at once trying to find a more comfortable position, trying to pull themselves off of the dog, and trying to push further back, nevertheless wanting him deeper, wanting that knot inside of them, wanting him to – continue filling them up, his piss fresh from the source hosing in and welling its way deeper into their guts, palpably swelling out their bowels and belly from inside.\n\nCaelan groaned out, lips once more wrapped gently around Raul’s tip, careful not to work his tongue too energetically for fear of oversensitivity. Still the bunny couldn’t help but rock their hips forward and back, belly sloshing with the dog’s volume already, stray squirts and spurts bubbling out from their tailhole stretched around the beast’s shaft; Parius continued to huff and grunt as he drained himself, a hindleg lifting up, scrabbling across Caelan’s thigh, then pushing back down again, the pleasure of his release nearly as great as that of his peak. At one point he throbbed again, tugged slightly back so that a loose spray of hot, fresh mark squirted out and across the bunny’s well-used sex and sack hanging beneath, then pushed back in to the knot, locking everything inside of them-\n\n-and yet again Caelan’s eyes flashed open when the same began at the roof of their mouth as well. They grunted, shifted, tried to pull back away from the spreading, musky heat, rich and sharp and salty, but Raul held them down in place, his own stream beginning as a threeway split dribble and then unifying into one. The taste and heat made the bunny’s eyes water, and they grimaced around the unyielding flow from both ends; their cheeks ballooned out with the growing volume, their breaths became tainted with the greasy, oily touch of fresh coyote mark, their throat burned, their tongue sizzled – and before long they had no choice but to swallow it down, and then again, and again, the sharp heat trickling from the corners of their mouth, their belly roiling with the added volume.\n\n“That’s right…” Raul drawled, his head rolling back again. Slowly he churned his hips upward, pressing himself snug between Caelan’s lips, spraying his mark across the roof of their mouth and then directly into the back of their throat. “Been holding this in, too. Always feels better to… cum on a full bladder… Parius learned it from me, after all…”\n\nThe dog was the first to dismount, his stream dwindling to a finish even though he remained hilted, twitching, pulsing, throbbing enough that the bunny felt the movements within the ring of his tailhole. When he finally pulled free it was with another sloppy, squirting spray of loose piss, hot and frothy; Caelan gasped through their nose and bucked forward, trying to clench back around the flow, and just barely managed to avoid spluttering Raul’s back out across the coyote’s lap as well. Raul rubbed at their head, thumb circling back and forth, and then similarly fell slowly back as he finished up, his balls stirring, knot pulsing, hips pumping once he had no more to give. Caelan remained with their lips touching against knot, swallowed, then a second, and a third – and a fourth to clear the greasy stickiness that coated their throat – and then finally came up, panting. \n\nTheir head swam with so many sharp, acrid scents and tastes – feral dog musk and piss, Raul’s sweat, his seed, his mark coating their throat… Caelan swallowed again and leaned down to scoop their nose beneath the coyote’s balls again, then rumbled with delight when he leaned back and scooted forward to allow them a better angle.\n\nThe paw on their head came around to lift their chin, dragging them along the coyote’s balls, sheath, and shaft again. Behind them Parius nosed under Caelan’s cotton-puff tail, sniffed, and then began lapping up his own mess.\n\n“Not bad at all,” Raul purred. He licked his chops. “I’ve got the rest of the night free, if you’ve got nowhere else you need to be. No pressure, though.”\n\n“Yeah,” Caelan replied, again without thinking. They swallowed, and tasted nothing but canid piss. “Sounds good. Is your – good camera charged?”\n\nThe coyote blinked, scoffed, and nodded over his shoulder to the nightstand. “Charging right now.” \n\n“Can you get – Parius to…” Caelan’s legs wobbled, and they dropped down to their knees. From their they rolled over, pushed their back against the bed, and this time welcomed the dog when he came in for a thorough, wet kiss. “…fill up again? Maybe get a video of him – um…”\n\n“I know what you’re saying. And, yes, we can. There’s actually a good spot just about a seven minutes’ walk from here, if you wanna do it there…”\n\nCaelan’s heart leapt again. “Sounds like a fuckin’ dream.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Caelan rolled forward and back on their footpaws, trying to quell their nervousness in looking through the surrounding neighborhood. It seemed like a pretty nice place: well-kept, with thick trees coming in over the main street, the properties neat and organized… the sound of the highway audible, if the bunny perked their lop ear alongside the upright one, yet not at all overwhelming.

So then it was more just the situation, and yet Caelan couldn’t figure out exactly why. It wasn’t like this was something they hadn’t done before: every night before settling in for bed, they usually had a fresh batch of incoming nudes to enjoy from past hookups. Also usually unsolicited, as many of those hookups they had stopped speaking with after their initial connection, but – Caelan didn’t mind. Not one bit.

Their ears perked again, this time reflexively towards the quiet click of the door’s lock. They blinked, swallowed, straightened up, patted themselves down to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything, cleared their throat, scrambled to check that this was indeed the right address, and then nearly dropped it when the door pulled open.

And there inside stood the same coyote from the other end of this past weekend’s conversation. Or, at least, so Caelan assumed: the color palette along his fur looked the same from what the bunny had been allowed to see, which so far had been the section of his body roughly between his belly button and the middle of his thighs, without any clothes obscuring the view. Caelan realized they were staring – the coyote had looped his thumb into one of his pockets, tugging his pants just far enough down at the corner to show that, just as he had promised in his messages, he wasn’t wearing underwear – and looked up at the angular muzzle above him.

When a coyote stared down a bunny, both knew that things could go only one way. Raul’s muzzle cracked in a slow, satisfied grin, the canid not even trying to keep from flashing his sharp fangs; Caelan’s cotton-ball tail gave a nervous flick, though it was the exhilarated, excited kind of nervousness, like cresting the peak of a rollercoaster out at an amusement park. Their fingers tightened around their phone, and they half-raised their other paw in an attempted wave.

“Uh,” and the bunny swallowed, “hey. I’m – Caelan, I’m here for…”

“Oh, good. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Raul stood there a moment longer, looking over his prey, then stepped back and held the door open with his shoulders. He motioned inside; Caelan looked up at him, tried a smile, and stepped forward, once more diving into the so-familiar swell of anxiousness mixing with excitement, anticipation so closely entwined with eagerness. The first hookup was always a risk, of course, but so far nothing had treated him so bad that-

From further in the house and around the corner there came the telltale tck-tck-tcking of bare claws along tiled floor. The bunny’s ears perked again, and he froze, and frowned… then reflexively took a half-step back towards the door when another canine head poked around the corner, this one closer to the floor. Not much more so, though: the feral strode confidently out from the kitchen, the caramel and dark chocolate coloration of the Doberman standing stark contrast to the white tiling, then stopped to look over the unexpected visitor. Ears and tail both left uncropped, it struck a prim, commanding figure there, all sleek angles and sharp lines, smooth and tightly muscular.

Yellow eyes glistened at Caelan. Behind them, the door closed and locked again, and this sound was enough to break the moment: the dog dipped its head and bounded forward, tail swinging behind it, action and intent and determination. Caelan gasped, brought a paw up to shield their throat, tried to turn away – and received an inquisitive snout lifting up underneath their chin, the wet-leather nose smearing through their fur as it sniffed at them, the broad, velvety tongue flopping out to caress their neck, sending little shivers down their back, punching the fear down into simmering embarrassment. They laughed a little bit, reaching out to run their fingers along its thick, silken coat, then stumbled back as both forepaws came up to brace against their shoulders so the dog could inspect their unexpected visitor.

“Sorry, sorry,” Raul rumbled, though he certainly didn’t sound like it. “That’s Parius, and he really likes meeting new people. Down, boy.”

“Parius?” Caelan twisted his muzzle this way and that, trying to avoid receiving the traditional inside-of-the-mouth feral dog kiss, and then finally managed to step their way out of the splash zone at an urging paw from the coyote. The feral Doberman thumped back down to the ground, though took long enough in doing so for the bunny to notice, realize, and then briefly enjoy the discovery that he was very much intact, his velvet-skinned sheath ringed with moisture at the lip jiggling from his belly, and his balls swinging with the movement before he dropped back down. Tail wagging, the Doberman turned to his owner and lifted his head into the encouraging pets.

“Yeah.” Raul brought his other paw in, smushing the feral’s muzzle forward. “Don’t you, boy? They’re a band I like, and he’s got pretty similar energy to them. Really… fast, kinda aggressive, but good-natured. Anyway.” Still stroking between Parius’s ears with one paw, Raul jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Bedroom’s this way. You all ready?”

And immediately Caelan’s heart leapt back to its original rhythm. “Yeah,” they said, and swallowed; it wasn’t until the coyote turned his back again to lead them down the hallway, brushy tail swishing around his legs and the feral’s muzzle, that the bunny let themselves follow their initial line of thought. No underwear… part of Raul’s shirt hem had caught above the base of his tail, and as he walked Caelan watched the way the muscles layered beneath his fur twisted and tugged, and how they could still tell this fact from here.

Already they knew everything that Raul had to offer them, and knowing this just made the anticipation that much greater. They envisioned reaching forward as both of them walked, imagined slipping their paws underneath that shirt to feel the fur underneath, then pushing their fingers down beneath the hem of his pants; they imagined brushing along the thick, squishy-firm heft of the coyote’s sheath – “I’ll hold off on cleaning it for you ‘til you can do it for me,” he had sent when they were arranging this hookup; “I wanna hit that mouth first, and then that puss,” warm, wet flesh nestled snug between the bunny’s sack and tailhole, great fodder for creatively-framed photos – with one paw while letting the other go down further, wrapping around his hefty balls, feeling their weight, knowing that they would soon unload them again and again, and…

“Right in here,” Raul went on. He nudged the door open with a bare footpaw and motioned his visitor in; Caelan nodded their thanks, trying not to show their stirring arousal, and stepped in, though had to push their way past the excited feral as well. In the back of their mind, they wondered… “Go ahead and get on your knees there. I’ll get ready in a sec.”

So smooth, so confident. If Caelan hadn’t already started stirring in their pants, then that certainly would have done it. The bunny continued into the master bedroom while Raul stepped off towards the bathroom, swinging the door behind himself yet not fully shutting it. The visitor looked after him for a moment and then turned back to the bed – Parius now stood partially between them – and stepped forward.

Usually their hookups wanted them to strip completely down. So they started at their shirt first, pulling it up, tossing it to the side; then the pants followed, cloth belt coming easily through, pants button and zipper going soon after with only the slightest of hesitation; and as the bunny bent down they slid their underwear right off with it, and took the moment to enjoy the always-new sensation of being naked in some new, unknown place.

The house smelled of coyote and dog, faint yet noticeable. A warm, sharp, musky acridity tinged every breath drawn in, serving to further fuel the background arousal already simmering within the bunny. They rubbed at an itchy spot with their arm, glanced down at the attentive Doberman, remembered what he carried between his hind legs… and then, a little nervous, lowered themselves down to their knees-

-and instantly received the same greeting all over again, Parius padding forward and resuming his thorough investigation of Caelan’s short snout and the inside of their mouth. Hot, dank breath puffed over them again and again, tepid and swampy, musty and heavy; it made their eyes water and curled their nose, but the constant attention from the feral still had its effect on them, and before they knew what they were doing the bunny had leaned back where they knelt, one paw brushing down along Parius’s shoulder while the other tried – somewhat weakly – to brush him away. In the small snatches of opportunity in between licks, Caelan managed to catch the dog’s eye, and the bright, sharp glistening there made them wonder if Parius knew what he was doing, or if Raul had perhaps instructed him to do this, to warm the visitor up for his later usage.

“Come – on-” the bunny murmured, still turning their head this way and that. “Down. Down, boy, I’m not – you’re-” …and in between, they still watched that plump, velvety sheath bouncing from side to side, the loose, supple blankets of skin jiggling with excitement, balls underneath similarly bobbing, bumping against one another, slapping against the dog’s inner haunches.

A sharp whistle from over near the bathroom caught both of their attention. Parius and Caelan looked over at the same time: the former’s tail picked up its wagging all over again, and the latter’s jaw dropped open. There stood the coyote, fully nude as he had been in so many of the pictures he had already sent over, tapered tip of his shaft glistening where it protruded from the end of his sheath. Even from here Caelan could see the ring of built-up liquid musk gathered at the lip, thick and greasy, dank and damp.

Feeling their gaze, the canid grinned, struck a pose, then tossed his head back and laughed. “Everything you expected?”

Caelan didn’t know what to say for a moment. They nodded. “Um. Y-yeah, I’m… I was just…”

“Good to see that he likes you.” The nearby mattress squeaked and sank beneath his weight. Raul scooped his fingers behind his sack, gave his balls a gentle squeeze, then tugged them forward to hang off the edge. Then that same paw went to the feral’s head to scratch behind his ears; Parius tilted his muzzle back, finally sitting down – and giving Caelan his first unobstructed view of his impressive equipment – but still kept those sharp eyes on the visitor, as though judging them, daring them. “You don’t have to be shy. You wanna kiss him?”

“I-” But that really caught them off-guard. The bunny stared from dog to coyote and back, mouth open, mind butting up against a brick wall. “You… huh?”

Raul motioned down. Instinctively Caelan tried to bring their knees together. “Looks like you like it.”

So they glanced down as well, as did Parius before them. Sure enough jutting between the bunny’s thighs, the evidence of their arousal twitched steadily, worked to that point from the feral’s unrelenting attention. Caelan swallowed, wet his lips – already slimy with dog saliva – and looked up again, pointedly avoiding the Doberman’s smug gaze. Or am I imagining that…?

Raul waved a paw over to Parius again, then leaned back. He squished his other down against the rim of his sheath, letting the thick, supple skin slip smoothly back; thick strands of gathered wetness stretched between the velvety interior of his sheath and the surface of his shaft, the rich red flesh immediately swelling out under an indulgent throb. “Be my guest, if you want,” he rumbled, and ran his fingerpads across himself. “Make sure you get as much of his drool as you can, though. It’s got a real nice texture for when you suck me off. Besides, I always like to watch.”

Well… Caelan squirmed where they knelt again. Parius wagged where he sat, waiting for the bunny’s decision. I kinda have to, now, don’t I? And admittedly this was something that they hadn’t done yet, though the thought, subject, and fantasy had definitely come up before. So the bunny approached it as though they were kissing any other stranger whom they had just met: they looked the feral dog in the eye, gave their best attempt at a sultry wink, then reached forward with one arm, draped it over the beast’s shoulder, leaned in, tilted their head… it was a little bit strange feeling the differences in body shape like this, with the shoulder angling down at a much sharper angle, the texture and thickness of the pelt and skin both considerably different, and then as they came closer, picking out the different pace of the breathing, the weight of scent and humidity, everything about it.

Caelan closed their eyes…

And almost immediately jumped as Parius leaned in to close the distance, first sniffing at the bunny’s short muzzle again and then flopping his tongue out. It scooped up underneath Caelan’s chin and across their mouth, forcing them to at first reflexively clench their lips together and squinch their eyes shut. A little scoff from Raul at the edge of the bed brought them back, though, and beneath the continuing barrage of affection the bunny took a breath – smelling of rich, heady dog – then swallowed and relaxed. Their lips came apart, then flopped and pulled and smacked around under the motion of the broad, flat tongue pushing across them again and again; still the bunny squirmed and tried to resist, the sticky, velvety saliva brushing across their teeth and gums and dripping down their chin, but even amid the burgeoning disgust their arousal still continued to swell, and… and they brought their paw up along the Doberman’s muzzle, feeling the short, thick fur, the shape of the feral’s head, the muscles in his neck as he continued to lap away.

So Caelan opened his eyes again, looked first at Parius – who still wore that same self-satisfied look in his eyes, if ever a dog could do such a thing – then over at Raul, who nodded his notice while continuing to rub at himself, forefinger and thumb squishing the slick skin of his sheath over his tapered tip as it grew. The bunny took in another breath, nearly coughed under the high, tickling buzz of wet dog smell, then licked their lips – accidentally caught Parius’s as well – and turned their head to dive in.

Immediately the feral dog’s tongue found its mark, this time skipping the bunny’s muzzle entirely and instead plopping inside their mouth. Like a ribbon of thick, wet velvet it smacked up against the roof of their mouth, pulled there, curled out from within their lips; then again, pushing their own tongue back into their mouth, then out across a cheek so that they could feel it tug with the tension; then in again, folding across the tongue this time and pushing towards the back of their throat, so that when they reflexively swallowed they felt the thick, squishy muscle compress, filling what space was there so that they had no choice but to slurp and suck and swallow around it.

Thick, loose saliva dribbled within their mouth, smeared across their lips, splattered on their nose. Caelan shivered amid the kiss, one arm still around Parius’s thick neck, the other pushing down the dog’s front. Throughout it the bunny was kept sharply aware that this was indeed a feral dog they were kissing: the lips were too loose, the shape of the jaw not quite right, the tongue too wide, and then especially the handling of everything a bit too… energetic, too sloppy, too animalistic.

Though there had been a hyena once who kissed like this, and who had tried to literally suck the breath from Caelan’s lungs.

Mouth flooded with the taste of wet dog, their own saliva sealed within the thicker, stickier, slimier, yet somehow drier sensation of the feral’s, Caelan swallowed again, huffed out from their nose, slid their paw behind Parius’s head, and pulled the feral in until fangs clacked against teeth. The dog dragged his lips wetly across the bunny’s maw as he continued to lap away at him, mussing his fur, coating his nose in sticky drool so that each inhalation popped with a small, sticky bubble. Before long the bunny was also curling his tongue out, deliberately trying to push it back against Parius’s; the two pressed and pushed and slopped together, once in the bunny’s maw, once in the dog’s, then in between, then back and forth again. They forgot where they were or what they were doing, instead diving wholeheartedly into the contact here, hard shaft twitching between their legs, wanting only to feel how far into their throat that tongue could go, and wanting to drink down as much of the feral’s drool as they could, and-

“Parius.” Raul snapped and whistled. Instantly the heat of the dog’s maw retreated from around Caelan’s muzzle. “Enough. Good boy. Leave some for me, at least.”

Caelan came back to themselves, their muzzle streaked and smeared with warm, silky stickiness, their throat tingling, their belly rumbling gently with how much feral saliva they had swallowed… their shaft twitching hard, their other sex tingling beneath their body. Ropes of it still hung from their lips; panting, they reached up, wiped some of it off on their wrist, grimaced at the frothy strands that pulled away, then finally looked over to where the coyote sat. Then back to the feral dog, who sat at attention by the foot of the bed with his own hard shaft resting out across the carpeted floor, already spreading a dank puddle of dripping warmth with each twitch – then back to Raul again, and his similarly hard cock resting across his sand-colored belly. Thumb hooked around the base, he gave himself a waggle.

“You’re over here for me, not my dog,” the coyote purred, amusement sparkling beneath his voice. Caelan blushed, wiped their mouth again, and scooted closer; Raul sat up further and spread his legs apart. “But if you wanna, let me know and I’ll make sure my good camera’s charged.”

“…Yeah,” the bunny managed, and swallowed again. They could feel Parius’s drool coating the inside of their throat and simmering in their belly; they suppressed a small, frothy belch as they came forward, one paw resting on Raul’s knee, the other reaching down to give themselves a little stroke… “Yeah. I know. You want me to, just…”

The coyote leaned languorously back onto his elbows, but still kept his visitor in view. “Go nuts. Do whatever you like. I’m sure I’ll like it.”

Even before they leaned in Caelan could both smell and feel the musk wafting up off of the canid’s revealed length. Fully hard yet with the knot unswollen, the slick, greasy red flesh protruded out from his luscious sheath; Caelan wrapped a pair of fingers and a thumb around the soft, squishy skin and worked it back and forth, getting  a feel for its stretch, its give, how supple it was. The lip of Raul’s pushed a thin coating of gathered slickness before it where it went, scooping sweat mixed with pre and whatever else across his length; each stroke sent a shivering throb through him, and before long Raul’s head had flopped all the way back, his eyes closed, his mouth open.

Caelan swallowed, still tasting nothing but thick feral dog saliva, and leaned in closer. Their nose tingled with the rich, salty spice of unwashed coyote, arousal stirring further; Raul’s sack slid nicely into their palm, the loose, soft skin rolling easily between their fingers and across their pads, hefty balls inside stirring, shifting slowly. Just like in the pictures and videos yet so much better in person; inviting, intoxicating, tantalizing… finally Caelan closed the distance, first just pressing their nose forward into that luxurious spot between sheath and sack, where the fur and skin tented inwards to create a small pocket perfectly sized for the end of their snout.

Their eyes fluttered shut, their lips parted open, and they drew in a slow, languid breath through nostrils buried amid slightly greasy fur. As they did so Raul throbbed again, firm flesh swelling within the depths of his sheath, pushing out against the bunny’s snout smeared and slickened with feral saliva; Caelan shivered where they knelt, pulled themselves closer, and then nuzzled up across the coyote’s sheath towards the lip, where supple skin gave way to slick meat instead.

Immediately the gathered grease spread across their nose and lips. Caelan swallowed, took in another breath, grimaced at the sharp bite of intense scent, then parted their lips and dragged their tongue across the coyote’s length. Rather than their drool coating Raul’s cock, it was the coyote’s slickness that smeared across them instead, thick and sticky, slimy; the bunny worked at it, lapping up towards his tapered tip, swirling his tongue there, diving back down, until their breath finally reeked of coyote instead of feral dog.

One of Raul’s paws had gone up to his muzzle, halfway covering his opened mouth, while the other stroked idly at Parius’s neck where the Doberman sat at the foot of the bed. Caelan felt as though they had an attentive, eager audience; they repeatedly looked down between the feral’s hind legs as they worked, now wrapping their lips around Raul’s tip, now diving down so that that hot, thick flesh twitched in the back of their throat, and saw a similarly pulsing shaft still resting across the carpet.

Briefly, they thought about reaching over, wrapping their paw around Parius’s cock, and stroking him as well while attending to Raul… but then a small buck from the coyote accompanied by a paw squeezing between the bunny’s mismatched ears redirected their attention, and the next thing they knew they were squeezing their eyes shut against a stirring gag from the predator’s tip poking into the back of their throat, the thick, wrinkled rim of his sheath pursed against their lips like a sloppy, slimy kiss.

Raul held there for a moment, back arched, teeth gritted, and then fell back, a decadent sigh dribbling from his parted lips. With effort he pulled himself back up onto his elbows and smirked down at Caelan between his legs, pumping his hips in rhythm with the bunny’s bobbing, knot still unswollen but beginning to pulse out within his sheath.

“Not – bad…” Raul purred, voice dripping with pleasure. At Caelan’s side Parius turned his head, sniffed at something, stood up – the bunny was briefly distracted by a clear, unbroken view of hefty feral cock hanging down and bouncing in the open air, sleek balls dragging forward behind the plump sheath as well. “I can tell you’re… practiced…”

Simmering with delight at the compliment, Caelan rolled their tongue around the coyote’s tip another few times and then pulled themselves off to resume stroking, fingerpads now slickened with saliva as well as pre. Each time they pumped down, they deliberately bunched the coyote’s sheath in against itself and squeezed down beneath his slowly swelling knot, each time drawing another shiver and buck from the canid.

“Thanks,” they murmured in embarrassed response, each exhalation sizzling as though they had just drawn a lungful of air from directly within the depths of the coyote’s sheath. Actually… and Caelan lifted their hind end up a bit to find a better angle so that they could move down, purse their lips against that sheath, and then begin scooping around within its warm, velvety folds with their tongue. “I… love… your dick, Raul, and I’d… love to be able to-”

Then, suddenly, a cool, wet shock ricocheted up the bunny’s spine from right underneath their tail. There was a rush of air, a huff of hot breath, then another forceful scoop, as feral Doberman nose lifted right up against the revealed pucker of their tailhole. Thrown off-balance, they bunched forward, just barely missed catching Raul’s balls along the edge of the mattress, and looked back behind themselves at the investigative dog. Parius pressed his nose forward against Caelan’s tailhole while his sloppy lips mushed and mashed against the bunny’s lower lips instead, similarly slick, slimy, wet with burgeoning arousal; the sensation of the contact invigorated them, forcing them to shiver, grip onto the sheets, grit their teeth, nuzzle in against Raul’s sack again.

“Wait – wait…” Caelan murmured, trying to focus on the task at hand. They waved a paw down around their rump, trying to shoo the feral away. “Let me just – do this, and I’ll…”

A strong paw settled between Caelan’s ears, briefly tilting him away from the coyote’s twitching length. “Hey, now, he’s part of this deal, too,” Raul purred. He stroked himself with his other paw. “You’ve already invited him in. Most folks try to make the kiss as short as possible, but you – goddamn, it looked like you were trying to breathe through his lungs.”

“But didn’t you-” Caelan grimaced as Raul slid a thumb into the corner of their mouth, forcing their jaws open. “-just say that you wanted me – to-”

“Yeah. And you did a kickass job. But,” and now the coyote reached down, hooked his paws beneath the bunny’s shoulders, and lifted them up further, “now I wanna see him fuck the shit out of you. His enjoyment is my enjoyment. And by that I mean that whatever one of us hits, the other gets to, too. What do you think?”

Throughout this Parius had continued in his investigation, nose sniffing around the sensitive skin of the bunny’s tailhole, working down towards the plump, slick lips just underneath. He focused more thoroughly on the latter here, audibly snuffling away at them; right as Caelan opened their mouth to give their response, that broad, flat tongue flicked out again and dragged smoothly, sweetly up across delicate, sensitive folds of meat, and ruined that response before it formed. Then the tongue came out again, and again, and the Doberman tilted his head and worked in at the bunny’s second sex.

Everything that they had received around, outside of, across, and within their mouth, now reflected underneath the bunny’s tail as well. They grasped at the bedsheets, nose pressing in between saliva-slickened coyote balls, as the feral dog worked away at then, slopping hungrily into sensitive depths: sweet waves of sensation washed across from behind, bringing with them the swelling, shivering brightness of approaching orgasm, rooted somewhere within their loins where their external equipment shared their roots. Caelan swallowed and swallowed again, licked their lips, half-lifted their muzzle – blinked as Raul angled his cock down to smear the slime of his own arousal back across their fur, coating them further in his rich scent.

Parius quickly found Caelan’s clit. Each flick of the tongue sent a sparkling lance of intensity through them, muscles tightening, nerves firing; they discovered that they were drooling, and rather than wipe the mess up, instead just turned their muzzle further, curled their tongue beneath Raul’s sack, and slurped first one and then the other ball into their maw, suckling gently. The coyote cooed beneath his breath and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, now sitting upright; Caelan looked up at him, eyes half-lidded beneath swelling enjoyment, and shifted to work his balls more comfortably into their mouth, sucking off the gathered sour saltiness, deliberately pressing their nose into the bulge of the growing knot still nestled within thick, slick fur.

From there the dog adjusted his stance, puffed out another blast of hot, humid breath, and then lifted up again, and now lapped hungrily at the bunny’s tailhole as well. This was an entirely different feeling, more insistent if less intense, just as relaxing, invigorating, inviting; Caelan turned their head to nuzzle into the hot, dank space between Raul’s sheath and his inner thigh, sucking hungry breaths of rich coyote musk through the fur there.

For a few minutes Caelan just floated, enjoying the nearly overwhelming attention, buried amid scent and spice and musk and the wet, sticky slickness of saliva both their own and the feral’s. This led them back to the heart-pounding understanding that it was that same feral tongue scooping up underneath their cotton-ball tail, dragging across lips swollen with arousal, pushing into the pucker of their tailhole – places where no feral, no dog, had ever gone before, but given how this felt now… goddamn, the bunny thought, dazed, he’s… better than a good half of my hookups… and he’s doing it all for himself, and-

As if on cue Parius drew back – there was the wet, sloppy smack of his broad tongue flicking out around his chops, the dog’s muzzle likely streaked with bunny scent now – and Raul nodded to him over Caelan’s shoulder. Still halfway lost in the fog of arousal, the bunny tried to lift their head and turn around, but then felt themselves forced forward again as dense, muscular weight pushed down from above and behind. Strong, bony forelegs wrapped about their chest, then slid back to their waist; the dog’s muzzle came in alongside their head, one floppy lip dragging across their cheek, breath puffing out again and again; and before they could respond or react the hips began to churn as well, streaking a firm, wet heat across their hip first in one direction, then another, then slightly lower, then up again, as Parius fervently thrust in trying to find his mark.

“Let him,” Raul commanded, paws coming forward to caress the bunny’s chin. “Normally he gets two handjobs a day, but we’ve been holding him off so he’ll have enough to fill you, if you want to. Do you?”

“Yes,” Caelan breathed, without thinking about it. They nodded. “Yes. God, yes. Let him…” And they reached back between their legs, bracing their chest against the mattress, one paw spreading their saliva-slickened lips, the other reaching up, fumbling around, finally feeling the dog’s pulsing shaft – it was wetter than Raul’s, a little bit greasier, definitely hotter – and angling him down, away from their tailhole…

…so that the next thrust found its mark and sank quickly, sweetly inside of them, pushing past the clenching walls of flesh and muscle, forcing the bunny to arch their back and suck in another sweet gasp. Parius hit it fast and hard, forelegs clamping down around the visitor’s waist as he pounded into them, heft balls swinging against Caelan’s own from behind; quickly the sound of wet, meaty smacking filled the room, each one accompanied with another breathy moan forced out of the bunny.

Their entire body lurched with the fervid motion, their own hard shaft bouncing beneath their belly, flinging off sticky ropes of pre forced out from the intense sensation. Distantly, distracted, they tried to resume their work on the coyote, lifting the other canid shaft against their muzzle and taking it back into their maw, but their focus was split: Parius’s breath puffed out across their neck, and the dog’s deep, firm chest pushed down against them from above and behind, keeping them sharply aware of the feral’s presence on top of them.

It felt like nothing else they had received before, despite having taken countless partners of a similar shape and size. There was just something about the way the feral moved, something about his energy, his indulgence, his interest; he pounded into Caelan’s sex with rampant disregard for the bunny’s comfort or noises, leading them to grasp at the covers, grit their teeth, and bury themselves within Raul’s sheath all over again, as the pleasure melded to discomfort and then back again. They could feel the dog’s arousal simmering through their system, as his contoured length twitched, throbbed, grew inside of them, swelled out at the middle.

I’m really doing it, Caelan thought, rubbing Raul’s shaft against their lips. They turned around to watch the dog mounted atop them: the Doberman’s eyes fluttered partially open, and after a second he focused in on Caelan, satisfaction evident beneath his pleasure. He huffed, flopped his tongue out against his chops, and squeezed the bunny’s waist again, pulling himself closer to continue his railing. I’m… getting fucked by a… feral dog while… his owner watches, and – I’m – he’s-

Suddenly Parius huffed, rumbled deep in his chest, and then slowed his pace, his thrusts lengthening out and slowing down. Even before they could recognize what had happened Caelan felt the result of the dog’s peak, as the hot, watery jets of his load spurted out deep inside of them, slowly filling them like a water balloon on a trickle. Arousal stirring, Caelan dove back down along Raul’s length again, wanting to taste his cum as well; two fingers wrapped behind his knot – Parius’s, thankfully, had swollen outside of Caelan’s sex – and tugging with his bobbing put the coyote through a slow, steady rhythm of irresistible thrusts, every muscle in his body tensing as he did so.

“Good… boy…” Raul rumbled. He had fallen back to the bed, chest stirring with slow, steady breathing. “That’s a… good dog, fill ‘em up… good boy, good boy…”

Head now bobbing along Raul’s shaft, the coyote’s knot beginning to slowly swell against their lips, Caelan reflexively worked their hips back around Parius’s still-buried length as well. It was strange how hot the dog was, almost searing them from the inside; they reached down with their other paw, gave themselves a stroke, reached back further, fingered at their lips stretched around the beast’s shaft, reached back to touch the twitching knot, the jiggling balls, then back up again. Parius huffed again, shifted – and then flopped free, the sudden shift in pressure forcing Caelan to gasp and arch their back around a flood of fresh, wet feral dog seed pouring out of them, splashing across their paw and staining the carpet underneath.

It was so, so easy to press three fingers up inside themselves afterwards, everything wet and slick from the dog’s load. They fingered themselves as they continued to work at Raul, their own arousal coming in rhythm with the coyote’s. I want to ride him, they thought, their eyes drifting shut; just like we talked about in our messages. But I wanna use the dog’s cum for lube. I wanna feel my dick slapping against his belly, and I want him to pound me good and hard so that he forces me to cum without touching myself, and then I want him to tie me good and hard so I can’t go anywhere, and then – I’ll –

But then Parius decided to re-mount the already tired bunny, knocking Caelan’s thoughts off course. Muzzle full of twitching coyote cock, their eyes flashed open and they turned to look, panic swelling within them as that still-hard, still spraying tapered tip poked against their tailhole, nudged in, and then began to sink inwards with surprising care. Still, though, Caelan turned their head and reached back, trying to push the dog off, wanting at least some time to stretch and get ready before-

-but then a firm paw between their ears tugged them down until their lips squished against Raul’s sheath, stretched taught around his swelling, pulsing knot. The coyote gritted his teeth, arched his back, bucked, bucked again – and then flooded the bunny’s mouth with several hot, thick spurts of his own peak, similarly tasting like wet dog mixed with iron, strung underneath with a certain bright, bittersweet sharpness. Distracted, Caelan eagerly drank down each spurt, feeling the velvety thickness coat their throat on the way down, rubbing at the root of Raul’s sheath and beneath his balls until he finally fell back again – and then resumed trying to brush the dog away.

“No, no,” the coyote breathed, tense with his own approach. He squirmed, reached for Caelan’s head, directed them back towards his shaft where his knot now pulsed out within his sheath. “He’s not… going for a round. He just… wants to… fill you up.”

“He already – did that,” Caelan half-complained, but resumed lapping at the underside of the offered tip. “More than the stallion I fucked last weekend…”

“We trained him to… always piss after he cums, too. Hope you’re… ready…”

“What?-” was all the bunny could say before the sudden, intense pressure of the feral dog shoving himself deep inside their bowels, pushing the slick, tight walls of meat apart around his still-twitching cock. Caelan gasped, bucked forward, nuzzled again into the side of Raul’s similarly hard shaft, their breath still tainted with the taste of coyote seed; a deep, distant ache thrummed within their loins, unpleasant yet still invigorating. They felt the residual, rhythmic throbs throughout the dog’s shaft, the beating of his pulse combined with the irresistible spurts of remnant cum painting Caelan’s insides; Parius shifted and squirmed atop them, one forepaw pushing against the edge of the mattress – Raul scooted to the side, gently smacked his cock against Caelan’s cheek, then worked himself back between the bunny’s lips – then grunted, huffed, grunted again, squatted partially down so that his hips pushed against Caelan’s… and then as soon as he began, the bunny could feel that, too.

Just like everything else about the dog it was far, far hotter than they had expected. Caelan squirmed beneath the feral’s weight, at once trying to find a more comfortable position, trying to pull themselves off of the dog, and trying to push further back, nevertheless wanting him deeper, wanting that knot inside of them, wanting him to – continue filling them up, his piss fresh from the source hosing in and welling its way deeper into their guts, palpably swelling out their bowels and belly from inside.

Caelan groaned out, lips once more wrapped gently around Raul’s tip, careful not to work his tongue too energetically for fear of oversensitivity. Still the bunny couldn’t help but rock their hips forward and back, belly sloshing with the dog’s volume already, stray squirts and spurts bubbling out from their tailhole stretched around the beast’s shaft; Parius continued to huff and grunt as he drained himself, a hindleg lifting up, scrabbling across Caelan’s thigh, then pushing back down again, the pleasure of his release nearly as great as that of his peak. At one point he throbbed again, tugged slightly back so that a loose spray of hot, fresh mark squirted out and across the bunny’s well-used sex and sack hanging beneath, then pushed back in to the knot, locking everything inside of them-

-and yet again Caelan’s eyes flashed open when the same began at the roof of their mouth as well. They grunted, shifted, tried to pull back away from the spreading, musky heat, rich and sharp and salty, but Raul held them down in place, his own stream beginning as a threeway split dribble and then unifying into one. The taste and heat made the bunny’s eyes water, and they grimaced around the unyielding flow from both ends; their cheeks ballooned out with the growing volume, their breaths became tainted with the greasy, oily touch of fresh coyote mark, their throat burned, their tongue sizzled – and before long they had no choice but to swallow it down, and then again, and again, the sharp heat trickling from the corners of their mouth, their belly roiling with the added volume.

“That’s right…” Raul drawled, his head rolling back again. Slowly he churned his hips upward, pressing himself snug between Caelan’s lips, spraying his mark across the roof of their mouth and then directly into the back of their throat. “Been holding this in, too. Always feels better to… cum on a full bladder… Parius learned it from me, after all…”

The dog was the first to dismount, his stream dwindling to a finish even though he remained hilted, twitching, pulsing, throbbing enough that the bunny felt the movements within the ring of his tailhole. When he finally pulled free it was with another sloppy, squirting spray of loose piss, hot and frothy; Caelan gasped through their nose and bucked forward, trying to clench back around the flow, and just barely managed to avoid spluttering Raul’s back out across the coyote’s lap as well. Raul rubbed at their head, thumb circling back and forth, and then similarly fell slowly back as he finished up, his balls stirring, knot pulsing, hips pumping once he had no more to give. Caelan remained with their lips touching against knot, swallowed, then a second, and a third – and a fourth to clear the greasy stickiness that coated their throat – and then finally came up, panting.

Their head swam with so many sharp, acrid scents and tastes – feral dog musk and piss, Raul’s sweat, his seed, his mark coating their throat… Caelan swallowed again and leaned down to scoop their nose beneath the coyote’s balls again, then rumbled with delight when he leaned back and scooted forward to allow them a better angle.

The paw on their head came around to lift their chin, dragging them along the coyote’s balls, sheath, and shaft again. Behind them Parius nosed under Caelan’s cotton-puff tail, sniffed, and then began lapping up his own mess.

“Not bad at all,” Raul purred. He licked his chops. “I’ve got the rest of the night free, if you’ve got nowhere else you need to be. No pressure, though.”

“Yeah,” Caelan replied, again without thinking. They swallowed, and tasted nothing but canid piss. “Sounds good. Is your – good camera charged?”

The coyote blinked, scoffed, and nodded over his shoulder to the nightstand. “Charging right now.”

“Can you get – Parius to…” Caelan’s legs wobbled, and they dropped down to their knees. From their they rolled over, pushed their back against the bed, and this time welcomed the dog when he came in for a thorough, wet kiss. “…fill up again? Maybe get a video of him – um…”

“I know what you’re saying. And, yes, we can. There’s actually a good spot just about a seven minutes’ walk from here, if you wanna do it there…”

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