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Their eyes drifted down again, watched the way the leash tightened and pulled with the feral’s strength, then slid up along the line but stopped before they reached his collar, instead bumping right up against smooth, flat feral Doberman backside. The muscles of Parius’s legs worked and tensed in rhythm with his step, his uncropped tail jutted straight up… his puckered, succulent tailhole twitched, shifted, clenched as he walked, two or three plump folds overlapping one another into that inviting central point.\n\nBut then just an inch or two below that, first wedging out from the soft, supple skin surrounding his rim, the feral’s balls swung, bounced, jiggled side to side against his inner haunches with each step he took, and showing the heftier, saggier weight of his full sheath draping down in front. Every time he stopped to hike a leg and mark something else, the bunny couldn’t help but stare and remember how the dog had done that same thing to them just a little while before – mainly because with each of their own steps, they felt the feral’s previous bladderful of piss sloshing around inside of them, still swelling out within their bowels like a heated, frothy water balloon.\n\n“Hey.”\n\nThe bunny’s ears perked and they jumped with the sudden voice from behind them. Paw tightening around Parius’s leash, though they already knew full well which of the two would win were it to come to a test of strength, they turned to look over their shoulder at the coyote ambling along behind them, one paw in his pocket, the other tapping through his phone. Olivine eyes flashed up, then right back down; Raul motioned with his phone.\n\n“Hangin’ in there okay?”\n\nCaelan blinked, then lurched at a tug from the feral. The three continued forward. “Yeah, I’m – yeah. 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Parius visibly perked up as the group approached, his spindly tail wagging harder, which in turn tugged at his tailhole, which then in turn swung his hefty sack around like a pair of billiard balls in a tube sock. He hopped up onto the curb, dragging all of that weight downwards and then back up, and the still-wet end of his sheath flung a little dribble across the cement – and Caelan cursed when they kicked the curb and stumbled up across it.\n\n“Careful there, soldier. Eyes forward.”\n\n“I know, I know, I’m just-”\n\n“Don’t worry. We’ll get you another good look before too long, here.”\n\n“Do you think he’s… gonna…” Caelan loosened the leash a bit to allow Parius more room. “Y’know. Go again?”\n\nAs they spoke they glanced around the park, yet tried to not look as though they were looking. Back at Raul’s place, chest heaving with exertion, tailhole sizzling with the heat of fresh feral dog mark, second sex – nestled right between this and their sack – tingling with the load freshly deposited there as well, the idea of making this short walk and then continuing out here in the open had seemed so interesting, so tantalizing… but now they found themselves hoping that there would be nobody here, to minimize the risk of getting caught. Thankfully all they could see was someone else walking their dog way over at the other end of the park.\n\n“Eh. I dunno.” Raul stepped forward a bit; Parius moved to follow. “I did have him drink a lot before we left in case he wants to mark you again, and lemme tell you, it’s fuckin’ great straight from the tap, but… I mean, he’s a dog. He’s got a mind of his own, and you can’t force him to do anything.”\n\nFrom there Caelan followed the coyote’s loose lead, trailing along the sidewalk, stopping to allow the Doberman to sniff at something or another, the bunny occasionally glancing at their phone to see the passage of time. When he had first brought it up they hadn’t felt any sort of urgency, but now that some ten minutes had passed, the dog’s piss inside of them had certainly begun to overstay its welcome, and they found themselves crossing their legs, clamping their knees together, pinning their cotton-puff tail down along their rump, and-\n\n-then Parius tugged at the leash towards a trash can, sniffed at the base, turned his body as if to show Caelan his pucker again, and hiked a leg. This time, though, Raul stepped over to nudge the bunny with an elbow, and then motioned towards the feral again.\n\n“There he goes,” he rumbled. “Get down there.”\n\n“What-?”\n\n“You asked if he was gonna piss again.” Already the steady sound of trickling flow had begun wafting up. “Here’s your chance. Get down there, bun. Watch as close as you can.”\n\nA firm paw on their shoulder – and Caelan dropped to their knees, clenched around a tingle beneath their tail, bent in closer… pushed their fingers through the thick grass, swallowed, came closer, lifted their head up beneath the dog’s hiked leg. 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They let it fill up until more of it just trickled down the sides of their cheeks and pooled all the foot of the trash can, the heady, dizzying, sickening scent of dog piss mixing with the brighter reek of the refuse – and then knowing that this was what Raul wanted, Caelan closed their mouth, clamped their lips together, wrenched their eyes shut… and swallowed, and did so again, and again, while Parius finished his mark right across their closed lips.\n\nSharp, salty intensity crossed with a strange bitterness suddenly flooded their senses. Their throat tried to close up around the foul fluid and searing heat, but Caelan swallowed again anyway, now pushing through to the distinct sensation of wet dog smell wrapping everything together, a little bit of sour, a lot of bitter. 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Always gets me there.” Raul reached down to not-so-surreptitiously slip a paw into his pants for a quick adjustment, then also nonchalantly brought that paw to his muzzle right after for a sniff. “And then how you can taste it for, like, hours after… I had one friend who was dogsitting for me once catch it in a bottle, and then he’d send videos throughout the weekend of taking sips of it, and – oh, well, what’s going on here?”\n\n“Wh-”\n\nBut Caelan wasn’t allowed to finish their question. Suddenly the Doberman jerked the other end of the leash, hard, and next thing they knew, the bunny was scrambling to keep up as the feral dashed off towards the far boundary of the park, then just as suddenly stopped to sniff the air, then dove down to do the same to the ground, then tugged towards the bushes – and Caelan tried the best they could to keep him from pulling away, but ultimately lost their grip on the leash so that the Doberman went off into the trees.\n\n“Oh, no.” They looked over their shoulder. “Raul!”\n\n“No, no, it’s – it’s fine. I think I have some idea of what got his attention…” The coyote slipped his phone back into his pocket as he approached, then tilted his angular muzzle up to the air. “Smell that?”\n\nCaelan blinked, turned his head, tried. “No?”\n\n“Ah. Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as… you’re still dripping. Well, here, let’s…”\n\nAnd Raul led the bunny around to another spot between the bushes, confidence and familiarity evidently showing that he had come this way before. Caelan crept after him, tail pinning down, urgency continuing to grow and press out at them from inside; maybe, they thought, maybe while he’s looking, I can just… scoot off to the side here, and lift my tail, and-\n\n“Yep. There.”\n\nRaul pointed; Caelan followed, then stopped again at what they saw just in the next clearing. Surely enough there was Parius, rear raised as always, tail wagging, hindlegs splayed… head dipped down and shifting as he lapped away beneath the tail of another dog, squatting down, head raised, ears back. Even from here the bunny could hear the wet, sticky shlup-shlup-shlup, and as they came closer they realized that this was a female dog, and – a very much intact one at that, looking at the way the nearly fist-sized wad of protruding velvety meat bounced, swung, jiggled, shaped around the other canine’s tongue, her full spade hanging down beneath its own weight, flinging off little streaks of drool and arousal at Parius’s work.\n\n“’S’what I thought.” Raul motioned forward. “This is Marsha.”\n\nCaelan blinked. “Marsha?” But they couldn’t look away from this display here, the female – she looked to be some kind of husky mix – with her fluffy tail raised, puckered-pink tailhole streaked and struck with evidence of use flexing against the Doberman’s nose as he continued to slurp away at her, digging deep within succulent wet meat. “Should, um… should he be doing that…?”\n\n“Yeah, why not? She’s one of the local strays. Dunno if that’s her name, but that’s what I call her.” The coyote took another step closer, came around a bit, and then brought his phone up once more for another video. “As you can see she’s intact, and me and Parius both know it. We know her. Y’know, in the biblical sense.” He looked up at Caelan, glanced down at their skirt, then returned again. “You wanna taste? It’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, trust me.”\n\nCaelan thought that Raul intended to go there, and yet still hearing the words sent an apprehensive, excited shiver through their body. Their tail flicked, their heart skipped a beat… their skirt stirred, their tailhole clenched with effort. They blinked, stared at the flexing, tensing tailhole, watched the way that Parius scooped the entire front of his snout inside the bitch’s plump, pillowy sex…\n\n“What, just – some random dog?”\n\n“Not some random dog.” Raul dropped down to get a better angle. “Marsha. A dog that me and my dog have both hit a few times already. Better get in there quick, though, or Parius is gonna keep her busy for the next twenty minutes or so…”\n\nCaelan looked over to the pair again, both of their tails wagging, and was about to make another response when suddenly mismatched brown and blue eyes flicked over Marsha’s shoulder to him. She blinked at him, dropped her mouth open, panted in the open air, and gave that same inviting twinkle that the Doberman shoveling up inside of her had earlier in the night.\n\nThey swallowed, mouth still burning with the rich metallic-waste taste of feral canine urine, and took a tentative step forward. “Do I… just…”\n\n“Yep. That’s how I always do it. Well, usually I’ve got my dick in my paw, but, y’know. She knows a tongue at least as well as that.”\n\nSo for what was probably the fourth time already that night, Caelan moved forward to do something that they never thought they would before. The Doberman glanced over at the bunny’s approach and then, as if wanting to see them do the same, slipped his snout of Marsha’s spade, flicked his tongue over his chops to smear off the sticky, slimy mess matting down his fur, and then took a step and a half back to allow them the space.\n\nThen finally they discovered what Raul had meant, the closer they came. All around Marsha’s hind end hovered a thick, dense cloud of scent, a kind of bestial, animalistic musk with those same notes of rusty metal and high ammonia yet cut through with something else, something warmer, richer, drier… and that scent kept on growing until Caelan suddenly had to jerk back again, the wet, slimy flesh squishing up against their lips and leaving a sticky strand of juice when they did so.\n\nBut Marsha just wagged her tail again and squared her stance, now looking around her shoulder at the investigative stranger. Caelan swallowed, cleared their throat, leaned in, took another sniff… then lifted a paw up to touch, to poke, to squeeze, to spread, tugging the plump, fat lips apart to turn soft, gentle pink into rich, glistening wet inner red.\n\nUnable to resist, then, they leaned in until their nose brushed against the upper rim of the feral’s spade, jerked back, moved in again… and this time continued forward until that soft meat squished beneath the contact, and then drew in a slow, focused breath. Intense scent wafted up, tickled at their throat, filled their lungs, then fizzled back out as they exhaled, then did so again and again – and Caelan turned their body to the side to work a paw beneath their skirt, fingers now running over their hard shaft, gripping, stroking gently.\n\nAnd then they closed the distance and followed Parius’s example, allowing the bitch’s full sex to slop around their mouth, enclosing their nose within thick wet meat. There they remained for a moment, then slipped their tongue out to drag across those inner walls, scooping up from inside, replacing saliva with sticky heat; and slowly they worked their way up and out, finding the little rings of muscle, the tighter bounds of the walls, the dog’s buried clit.\n\nThere was no way that Caelan would be able to fit the whole thing in their mouth, try as they might to do just this. The husky’s tail wagging with even more intensity now, they pulled back, swallowed, swallowed again with the sticky slickness, then parted their lips and came in to now suck along the lower tip of the dog’s sex, drawing this plush, supple flesh in, feeling the intense, wet heat, drawing out the slickness of her warmth. They closed their eyes again and sighed out, tongue nestling snug in between these deep folds, lips pressing into the center, nose almost nudging up against her tailhole.\n\nBut not quite: her spade hung so far away from her body, a little bit bigger than fist-sized now that Caelan was right on top of it, they that had to press themselves forward and squish it further into their mouth to nudge their nose up to the center of her pucker, where all of those greasy, flaky folds of skin tugged together, tightened against the touch, relaxed out again. Somewhere behind them they heard Parius’s energetic breathing, and wondered offhandedly if Raul had decided to take things into his own hands with the other feral.\n\nCaelan kept themselves busy there for a while longer, running their tongue up along the exterior base of Marsha’s spade so that it lifted up, then sagged down beneath its own weight again; or they swirled around the folds and dug in, reaching as far as they could yet knowing they were far from bottoming out; or they would run a paw up around the base and squeeze, stretching her out from outside so that the plump flesh blossomed against their lips, smearing sticky, animalistic heat across their muzzle already soaked with it; and then they would draw back, swallow, drag the flat of their tongue across her again, then move up to her tailhole where they could seal their lips and suck, the ring of muscle again tightening and then relaxing, then finally pushing in such a way that made them square their shoulders and straighten up, tongue dancing over her wrinkles, poking at the center, digging just gently into the intense, sharp heat inside, and-\n\n-their belly rumbled, and a cold shiver spiked up the bunny’s back, and they pulled themselves away to halfway roll over. Sure enough Raul had come closer and now rubbed along the Doberman’s fully hard shaft with one paw, phone camera still aimed with the other; when he noticed Caelan looking his ears perked and he drew that paw away, to then lap the greasy wetness off his pads.\n\n“What’s up, bun? Second thoughts?”\n\n“No, I…” Caelan wriggled, blushed… brought their knees together, lifted their tail, angled their hind end towards the coyote and his camera. They hoped that the twitching urgency of their tailhole showed their need. “Have to – y’know. Go. Since Parius…”\n\n“Donated an entire bladder’s worth straight to your bowels, yeah. Okay.” He adjusted where he aimed the camera and tapped the screen to zoom in. “So go.”\n\nThey knew that that would be his response, and yet again hearing it still made their tail quirk and blush deepen. Caelan tried relaxing a little bit… then felt an escaped squirt, and clenched back around it. “W-wait. Right – here?”\n\n“Yes. Right here. Right now.” Grass rustled as Raul came closer, that paw smeared with dog pre squishing in against the bunny’s bared rump and giving them a spread. The thumb teased down along their tensed tailhole, brushed over the hot, slick lips of their second sex, then came back up again. “I wanna see.”\n\n“Well… I-” And Caelan jerked to the side again when Parius hopped up to take over on the bitch, one hindleg coming down dangerously close to the bunny’s shoulder, then thick girth pumping forward, balls swinging, hips thrusting. They couldn’t look away from the action, the wet splop of the stud finding his mark and sinking in, the husky widening her stance and lifting back up against him, fat spade stretching around him and sucking him deep.\n\n“Come on. I’m waiting.”\n\n“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just…”\n\nAnd then when it came, it came all at once: Caelan relaxed just a little bit, tightened up again, relaxed again, then put the slightest of effort behind a push – and then felt the entire lower section of their filled bowels strain and sputter and explode outwards, the dog’s heat kept warmed within their body rushing, spilling, pouring noisily out. It stung somewhat as they released Parius’s piss, the hot, slightly acidic fluid tingling across their nerves as it dumped out, first squirting across the grass, then trickling down over their second sex, around their hanging balls, along their thighs.\n\nThey knew that Raul was recording this, too, and that paired with the wet, sloppy slapping of the dogs mating so close to their head that they could smell it, just embarrassed them further – as well as continued to arouse them. Caelan swallowed, clamped down around the flow, felt their guts roil and rumble again, tried to hold it in even though they still felt the simmering, slimy mess dripping down their revealed backside, then shifted to move their footpaws out of the way to dump the rest and-\n\n-and with a rustle of grass behind them, suddenly there was a paw pushing against their rump to spread them apart, and a broad, flat canid tongue slurping up the dripped mess, and then Raul’s lips sealed around the bunny’s tailhole right as they pushed again. They tried to contain the mess, but by that point it was already too late: even with the coyote’s maw wrapped around their tailhole, their sensitive ears flicked back to pick up the puttering, sputtering eversion.\n\nRaul’s cheeks ballooned out with the sudden burst of mess, and a moment later hot, humid, heavy air puffed out from flared nostrils across the underside of the bunny’s tail. Caelan deliberately avoided looking back at him, not wanting to see the disgust on his face that they knew was their doing, but – despite this they felt the coyote’s tongue flick forward to drag across their now opened, trembling tailhole, then the pressure of a swallow, and a second, and a third, and then Raul began sucking at them, slurping out the remaining drips caught in between overlapping folds of interior meat, swallowing again, breaking the seal to catch his breath, sucking again.\n\nDazed, overwhelmed with the sensation of relief crossed with enjoyment, Caelan lifted their head and looked to the side, and for a while watched the intense, sloppy motion of Parius railing the stray bitch here, his thick shaft pumping deep inside of her plump, pillowy spade, filling her up, stretching her out, then swinging back out again, with slightly frothy dribbles of the juice of their union dripping down, jiggling in the air, breaking beneath the force.\n\nOne of Caelan’s footpaws scooted back along the grass. They tightened down again, felt Raul’s tongue slip up inside of them and then slurp out, then pushed… and felt a few more small, messy squirts of Parius’s piss from earlier jet out into the coyote’s waiting mouth, judging by the way he jerked with surprise, huffed, and then swallowed against them again. The bunny turned their head to bring themselves more fully beneath the paired dogs, tongue reaching out towards that hanging rope.\n\nFurther underneath the two dogs, Parius’s loose, heavy balls swinging forward, bouncing and juddering against one another with his fierce rhythm, Caelan found themselves wrapped within the hot, heady pressure of feral canine arousal. A bit of that sludge dripped down onto their tongue, and they slurped it in, rolled it around, swallowed it… felt it coat their throat and slide around within their mouth, filling their head with that same, savory-metallic presence that wafted all around.\n\nEvery time Parius tugged back out of Marsha, the inner lips of her spade squished, stretched to accommodate, speckled pink skin swollen and glistening with wet warmth turning slightly outwards to show the succulent inner folds of meat that sleeved so snug around the male’s length. Then he thrust back in, pounding himself against her, supple skin of his sheath wrinkling in against itself, balls swinging forward to bump against the underside of that plump fist-sized mass, then swung right back again.\n\nFeeling that the bunny had given all they had, Raul turned his attention from sucking to slurping, now dragging his tongue up along the rear fringe of the bunny’s lips and across their tailhole, the stretched, loosened muscle easily giving way to allow him in. Every time he curled along Caelan’s lower bowels the bunny couldn’t help but clench again, their teeth gritting and ears flicking back; they moaned out, shivered, pressed themselves back, and then finally lifted back up onto their paws to nuzzle in close to the paired dogs.\n\nMarsha looked back at them and adjusted her stance, gladly allowing the extra participant in. Caelan closed their eyes and turned their muzzle so that each thrust brought Parius’s balls swinging against their cheek, every impact leaving a simmering, somewhat slimy warmth; they swallowed again, opened their mouth, and folded their tongue forward, first dragging it over the stretched flesh of the husky’s spade, then working back towards where the male slid in and out of her, his hard cock streaked with the warm slickness of her juices as well as his own arousal, revitalizing that taste in their mouth.\n\nRight here in the splash zone, each thrust forward bumped against the side of their snout and nudged them in against Marsha’s rump, Caelan’s nose burning with the scent of dog, their mouth watering, their own shaft twitching underneath them as Raul continued to freely feast beneath their tail. In between thrusts they looked over, mouth open and tongue out cupping beneath Parius’s half-buried shaft, the male’s knot beginning to twitch and pulse with the approach of his finish – and from here they could see Raul hunched over, eyes scrunched shut, lips curled back with how deeply he lapped against and inside Caelan’s tailhole, one arm keeping the bunny stretched and the other working vigorously between his own legs. Thick, discolored dribbles of reprocessed feral dog piss dripped from the corners of his lips, staining the fur deep yellow.\n\nAbove them the noise of the dogs going at it drew them back. Breaths quickened, the wet, sloppy thrusts drove closer and closer together – and then Parius adjusted his stance, pumped forward, grinded against Marsha while buried inside of her, and Caelan heard his shaft slip in to the base, and the quick, fervent tugs that followed once his knot swelled up inside of her, the bitch’s already sizeable spade pumping out further around the tie, and visibly pulsing with each spurt deep inside. Doberman draped his muzzle along her back and panted into the evening air; husky rumbled within her chest and pushed back against him, her own haunches grinding in the air as if to milk him further, both of their mouths open, dripping drool.\n\nCaelan swallowed, wet his lips, tasted the still-tingling, still rich echo of Parius’s second batch of piss just further back in the park, now mixed with the fuller spice of what they had lapped up from here, and moved to again run their muzzle in between tied stud and bitch, lips pursed, sucking at the dripping ooze, the mix of cum and liquid arousal.\n\nBehind them Raul sucked at their tailhole again and then pulled off of them, mouth coming free with a pop and a gasp. Caelan jerked with the sudden change in pressure, arched their back, and glanced back again, just in time to see the coyote straighten up, give his hard cock a few more strokes, and then line up to plunge in.\n\nHere we go, the bunny thought, heart racing. Here we go. He’s gonna fuck me, and his knot’s already out and he’s gonna push that inside of me, and he’s gonna cum inside me and then also piss in me, and then suck all that back out, and-\n\nAnd Raul began just as they had expected, but then stopped there as well. Paw still running back and forth across his length, stroking across slick, slimy red flesh, the coyote sighed out, nudged his tip against the bunny’s well-prepared tailhole, then thrust himself in – but then stopped just there, past the blunted rim of his tip. His paw smeared back behind his knot, forefinger and thumb wrapping around in the usual grip, and he tugged at himself, yanking his length forward into the bunny’s desperately clenching tailhole; he grunted, and jerked, and swallowed, his teeth gritted-\n\n-and then bucked, and did so again, and again, and then finally sank the rest of the way in to the upper rim of his knot, full shaft still throbbing as he, too, dumped his load deep inside the bunny’s freshly-emptied bowels. In the absence of Parius’s mark inside of them Caelan thought they could feel the searing heat of Raul’s seed spurting out into them. Still going through the aftershocks of his orgasm, both of them then leaned to the side as Parius began his dismount, then turned rump to rump to further seal the tie – and Caelan watched, mouth watering again, at the way his balls slid and sagged, skin glistening with leaked wetness.\n\nJust as smoothly as he had buried himself inside the bunny did Raul then draw back out, cock slickened tip to knot with his own load. Panting, Caelan rolled over to sit down in the grass, their own shaft still twitching against their belly – and then promptly found themselves yanked forward towards the coyote’s still-hard shaft, smelling of canid musk, fresh cum, and old piss, all wrapped together with the distinctive scent of themselves. Already knowing what he wanted, Caelan parted his lips and allowed the canid to thrust in along their cupped tongue, that layer of cum easily smearing off, mixing with saliva, spreading within their mouth… and even as they worked their tongue around him, sucking and slurping and swallowing, careful not to tease too far along Raul’s sensitivity, they received a few more squirts of cum mixed with pre.\n\nAbove them, Raul tilted his head back and sighed with pleasurable relief. He tugged back, smeared himself off, thumped his cock against the bunny’s cheek, wiped himself across matted, smudged fur. “There. God. Needed that – and he did, too, looking at how much he’s twitching. Did you enjoy yourself?”\n\nCaelan straightened up, wiped their mouth, sat back, and then slid their paws down their body. Their heart fluttered at the way Raul’s gaze dropped to follow the one going to stroke along their shaft, and then the other lifting up beneath their balls to tease at their second sex.\n\n“Yeah,” they answered, truthfully. “One of the… best times of my life. Um, how did that – y’know, when you…”\n\n“Sucked my dog’s piss out of your asshole?”\n\n“Y-yeah.”\n\n“Yeah, like I said, it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever tasted, and no matter how many times I go for it, it doesn’t get any better. But it does go right through me, so about the time he’s ready to go,” and he reached over to scratch the panting Doberman’s head, “I’ll be ready to… you know, go. But, good news: I brought my urinal with me.” He winked at the bunny as Caelan continued to enjoy themselves before him. “Oh, by the way, don’t get too into what you’re doing. Once this tie comes loose, you’re gonna have to stick your muzzle as far inside Marsha as you can and suck out everything Parius is pumping into her. We don’t want any extra strays running around, after all. I’m not an irresponsible dog owner.” He reached down, took up Parius’s leash, and then looped it around his paw a few times, heavy shaft and sack hanging down towards the grass, the former still dripping from the tip.\n\nHe watched the two dogs for a bit, both of them panting and wagging, each in paradise, and then looked down to Caelan again. “You’ll wanna spend the night too, I bet?”\n\nThe bunny shivered, fingers sinking up to the knuckle, then slipped them back out and tried their best to flip their skirt over their shaft again. “I-if I could.”\n\n“Of course. I’ll get the booze out when we get back, and then we can see where the night takes us. I might have some friends that’ll be up for coming over, too…”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Caelan swallowed and tried to focus their attention on holding the leash, the woven fabric tugging tight around the bunny’s paw at the direction of the feral dog ahead of them. As the group walked, Parius would dip his head down and sniff at the base of a pole, or along a tree, or one time rather intensively at the rear tier of a car parked on the curb – after which the large feral Doberman stepped forward, hiked a leg, and left a few spritzes of his own, before continuing on the way.

How can a seven minute walk feel so long? Caelan kept on thinking. Their eyes drifted down again, watched the way the leash tightened and pulled with the feral’s strength, then slid up along the line but stopped before they reached his collar, instead bumping right up against smooth, flat feral Doberman backside. The muscles of Parius’s legs worked and tensed in rhythm with his step, his uncropped tail jutted straight up… his puckered, succulent tailhole twitched, shifted, clenched as he walked, two or three plump folds overlapping one another into that inviting central point.

But then just an inch or two below that, first wedging out from the soft, supple skin surrounding his rim, the feral’s balls swung, bounced, jiggled side to side against his inner haunches with each step he took, and showing the heftier, saggier weight of his full sheath draping down in front. Every time he stopped to hike a leg and mark something else, the bunny couldn’t help but stare and remember how the dog had done that same thing to them just a little while before – mainly because with each of their own steps, they felt the feral’s previous bladderful of piss sloshing around inside of them, still swelling out within their bowels like a heated, frothy water balloon.

“Hey.”

The bunny’s ears perked and they jumped with the sudden voice from behind them. Paw tightening around Parius’s leash, though they already knew full well which of the two would win were it to come to a test of strength, they turned to look over their shoulder at the coyote ambling along behind them, one paw in his pocket, the other tapping through his phone. Olivine eyes flashed up, then right back down; Raul motioned with his phone.

“Hangin’ in there okay?”

Caelan blinked, then lurched at a tug from the feral. The three continued forward. “Yeah, I’m – yeah. Why?”

“Well, I’ve just been in your position before. Y’know, with the…” He motioned again, then gave an expressive little bump from his hips. “You know. Just without the… dress and crop top. So if you need to go, too, just let me know, and we can find a nice little spot off to the side for you.”

Caelan had come over earlier in the afternoon just to hook up with this coyote here, after spending a few weeks texting and getting to know each other – or at least a few specific parts of one another. The dog had been a surprise, though by no means an unwelcome one: if the bunny curled their upper lip towards their nose and focused, they could still just barely pick out the thick, cloying scent of canine saliva from where Parius’s tongue had slurped into their mouth.

And then there was also the lingering ache beneath their cotton-puff tail, where the downright weapon that the feral held within that succulent sheath had pounded up inside the bunny to release first his load and then his bladder. Just thinking about it now, remembering it, feeling it, all the while still aware of that volume of frothy, slick heat sloshing around inside of them, sent an irresistible stir vibrating through the bunny’s loins, which in turn lifted the front of the skirt Raul had put them in – since there was, of course, no underwear underneath. And they knew that they were slowly leaking along the sidewalk, stretched tailhole straining to contain the dog’s volume, their own wrinkled pucker relaxing, then clenching again-

-and then clenching again, tightly, as they waited at the next intersection for the light to change, with no fewer than two unprepped coyote fingers brushing up against their rim, stretching gently, and then plunging right in to the first knuckle. Caelan gasped, their back straightening; beside and slightly behind them Raul chuckled softly, dug his fingers deeper inside the already-filled bunny, curled them around, gave a little wiggle.

They had to grit their teeth and scrunch their eyes shut against the sensation, ring of muscle sucking tight around those intruding fingers while their bowels remained ballooned out, filled literally to the brim with no longer fresh feral canine urine; they felt the reverberations through the liquid, vibrating inside of them, tickling up and around… and then the light changed, and Raul slipped his fingers back out, and he stepped off the curb before Caelan, with those two fingers then dipping into his mouth to clean them off. There was a swirl of the tongue, a forceful swallow, only a slight grimace, and then Raul grinned over his shoulder and motioned the bunny forward.

Their target, the local park, came up just past the other side of the road. Parius visibly perked up as the group approached, his spindly tail wagging harder, which in turn tugged at his tailhole, which then in turn swung his hefty sack around like a pair of billiard balls in a tube sock. He hopped up onto the curb, dragging all of that weight downwards and then back up, and the still-wet end of his sheath flung a little dribble across the cement – and Caelan cursed when they kicked the curb and stumbled up across it.

“Careful there, soldier. Eyes forward.”

“I know, I know, I’m just-”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you another good look before too long, here.”

“Do you think he’s… gonna…” Caelan loosened the leash a bit to allow Parius more room. “Y’know. Go again?”

As they spoke they glanced around the park, yet tried to not look as though they were looking. Back at Raul’s place, chest heaving with exertion, tailhole sizzling with the heat of fresh feral dog mark, second sex – nestled right between this and their sack – tingling with the load freshly deposited there as well, the idea of making this short walk and then continuing out here in the open had seemed so interesting, so tantalizing… but now they found themselves hoping that there would be nobody here, to minimize the risk of getting caught. Thankfully all they could see was someone else walking their dog way over at the other end of the park.

“Eh. I dunno.” Raul stepped forward a bit; Parius moved to follow. “I did have him drink a lot before we left in case he wants to mark you again, and lemme tell you, it’s fuckin’ great straight from the tap, but… I mean, he’s a dog. He’s got a mind of his own, and you can’t force him to do anything.”

From there Caelan followed the coyote’s loose lead, trailing along the sidewalk, stopping to allow the Doberman to sniff at something or another, the bunny occasionally glancing at their phone to see the passage of time. When he had first brought it up they hadn’t felt any sort of urgency, but now that some ten minutes had passed, the dog’s piss inside of them had certainly begun to overstay its welcome, and they found themselves crossing their legs, clamping their knees together, pinning their cotton-puff tail down along their rump, and-

-then Parius tugged at the leash towards a trash can, sniffed at the base, turned his body as if to show Caelan his pucker again, and hiked a leg. This time, though, Raul stepped over to nudge the bunny with an elbow, and then motioned towards the feral again.

“There he goes,” he rumbled. “Get down there.”

“What-?”

“You asked if he was gonna piss again.” Already the steady sound of trickling flow had begun wafting up. “Here’s your chance. Get down there, bun. Watch as close as you can.”

A firm paw on their shoulder – and Caelan dropped to their knees, clenched around a tingle beneath their tail, bent in closer… pushed their fingers through the thick grass, swallowed, came closer, lifted their head up beneath the dog’s hiked leg. Parius looked down at them as he continued emptying his bladder, stream steaming in the early evening air, bouncing, twitching with the natural pulse of his heartbeat and the pace of his breathing; even from where Caelan knelt, so close yet still so far away, they could feel the thick, humid heat wafting off of his mark, could smell the rich, metallic-ammonia bite on the air, and blinked and twitched with the occasional stray splash of fresh mark spattering across their lips.

But then something pressed up against their bared rump from behind, and pushed, and as Caelan suddenly sprawled forward directly beneath the dog’s aim, they looked over just in time to see Raul with one footpaw extended and phone raised to capture the video. Caelan coughed and spluttered, intense heat and flavor even watered down as it was soaking through their fur, spraying across their lips, spattering over their tongue; through eyes halfway closed against the loose spray and shoulders reflexively bucking upwards in protest, they dropped their jaw, came in closer… allowed the feral to fill their mouth to brimming with hot, steaming piss.

From here all they could see was the shifting of the dog’s belly as he breathed, then the glistening wet, tapered tip of his shaft protruding from the end of his sheath, his balls sagging, jiggling underneath, and then the stream itself, arcing down into their maw, occasionally lifting up to splash across their nose, or down over their chest to stain the originally clean white fabric of the crop top that Raul had picked out for them. They let it fill up until more of it just trickled down the sides of their cheeks and pooled all the foot of the trash can, the heady, dizzying, sickening scent of dog piss mixing with the brighter reek of the refuse – and then knowing that this was what Raul wanted, Caelan closed their mouth, clamped their lips together, wrenched their eyes shut… and swallowed, and did so again, and again, while Parius finished his mark right across their closed lips.

Sharp, salty intensity crossed with a strange bitterness suddenly flooded their senses. Their throat tried to close up around the foul fluid and searing heat, but Caelan swallowed again anyway, now pushing through to the distinct sensation of wet dog smell wrapping everything together, a little bit of sour, a lot of bitter. They grunted, heaved, swallowed again; then Parius dropped his leg, accidentally kicking across the bunny’s ear, and Caelan took the moment to catch their breath and wait for the dizziness and nausea to dissipate.

Still, though, there was no escaping the scent of feral male dog mark straight from the tap where Parius had sprayed across the entire front of their muzzle. The bunny wobbled back to their feet, leas in one paw tugging, and with the other tried to wipe the golden wetness out of their fur – which succeeded only in spreading it further around so that they ended up wrapped within a cloud of sparkling, salty ammonia pungency, dizzying in its strength.

“Good,” Raul went on, and tapped his phone screen. “Very good. I’m gonna be enjoying that one quite a lot once you head out. I’ve never managed that much from him at once – still a thirsty bitch, aren’t you?”

And there was that twitch and stir again, followed by a throb. Caelan blushed, realizing only now that receiving the feral’s piss, that drinking it down, had brought them fully hard, and that the restricted length of the skirt the coyote had picked out for them meant that anyone else who walked by would be able to get a full, unobstructed view of the bunny’s frontal equipment.

“Y-yeah,” they sputtered, trying their best to push the fabric down, instead just making themselves throb and shiver all over again. Still it was getting harder and harder to hold in Parius’s other mark beneath their tail. “God, that tasted-”

“Bad? Yeah, it’s some of the fuckin’ worst, isn’t it? But it’s still so damn hot. Always gets me there.” Raul reached down to not-so-surreptitiously slip a paw into his pants for a quick adjustment, then also nonchalantly brought that paw to his muzzle right after for a sniff. “And then how you can taste it for, like, hours after… I had one friend who was dogsitting for me once catch it in a bottle, and then he’d send videos throughout the weekend of taking sips of it, and – oh, well, what’s going on here?”

“Wh-”

But Caelan wasn’t allowed to finish their question. Suddenly the Doberman jerked the other end of the leash, hard, and next thing they knew, the bunny was scrambling to keep up as the feral dashed off towards the far boundary of the park, then just as suddenly stopped to sniff the air, then dove down to do the same to the ground, then tugged towards the bushes – and Caelan tried the best they could to keep him from pulling away, but ultimately lost their grip on the leash so that the Doberman went off into the trees.

“Oh, no.” They looked over their shoulder. “Raul!”

“No, no, it’s – it’s fine. I think I have some idea of what got his attention…” The coyote slipped his phone back into his pocket as he approached, then tilted his angular muzzle up to the air. “Smell that?”

Caelan blinked, turned his head, tried. “No?”

“Ah. Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as… you’re still dripping. Well, here, let’s…”

And Raul led the bunny around to another spot between the bushes, confidence and familiarity evidently showing that he had come this way before. Caelan crept after him, tail pinning down, urgency continuing to grow and press out at them from inside; maybe, they thought, maybe while he’s looking, I can just… scoot off to the side here, and lift my tail, and-

“Yep. There.”

Raul pointed; Caelan followed, then stopped again at what they saw just in the next clearing. Surely enough there was Parius, rear raised as always, tail wagging, hindlegs splayed… head dipped down and shifting as he lapped away beneath the tail of another dog, squatting down, head raised, ears back. Even from here the bunny could hear the wet, sticky shlup-shlup-shlup, and as they came closer they realized that this was a female dog, and – a very much intact one at that, looking at the way the nearly fist-sized wad of protruding velvety meat bounced, swung, jiggled, shaped around the other canine’s tongue, her full spade hanging down beneath its own weight, flinging off little streaks of drool and arousal at Parius’s work.

“’S’what I thought.” Raul motioned forward. “This is Marsha.”

Caelan blinked. “Marsha?” But they couldn’t look away from this display here, the female – she looked to be some kind of husky mix – with her fluffy tail raised, puckered-pink tailhole streaked and struck with evidence of use flexing against the Doberman’s nose as he continued to slurp away at her, digging deep within succulent wet meat. “Should, um… should he be doing that…?”

“Yeah, why not? She’s one of the local strays. Dunno if that’s her name, but that’s what I call her.” The coyote took another step closer, came around a bit, and then brought his phone up once more for another video. “As you can see she’s intact, and me and Parius both know it. We know her. Y’know, in the biblical sense.” He looked up at Caelan, glanced down at their skirt, then returned again. “You wanna taste? It’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, trust me.”

Caelan thought that Raul intended to go there, and yet still hearing the words sent an apprehensive, excited shiver through their body. Their tail flicked, their heart skipped a beat… their skirt stirred, their tailhole clenched with effort. They blinked, stared at the flexing, tensing tailhole, watched the way that Parius scooped the entire front of his snout inside the bitch’s plump, pillowy sex…

“What, just – some random dog?”

“Not some random dog.” Raul dropped down to get a better angle. “Marsha. A dog that me and my dog have both hit a few times already. Better get in there quick, though, or Parius is gonna keep her busy for the next twenty minutes or so…”

Caelan looked over to the pair again, both of their tails wagging, and was about to make another response when suddenly mismatched brown and blue eyes flicked over Marsha’s shoulder to him. She blinked at him, dropped her mouth open, panted in the open air, and gave that same inviting twinkle that the Doberman shoveling up inside of her had earlier in the night.

They swallowed, mouth still burning with the rich metallic-waste taste of feral canine urine, and took a tentative step forward. “Do I… just…”

“Yep. That’s how I always do it. Well, usually I’ve got my dick in my paw, but, y’know. She knows a tongue at least as well as that.”

So for what was probably the fourth time already that night, Caelan moved forward to do something that they never thought they would before. The Doberman glanced over at the bunny’s approach and then, as if wanting to see them do the same, slipped his snout of Marsha’s spade, flicked his tongue over his chops to smear off the sticky, slimy mess matting down his fur, and then took a step and a half back to allow them the space.

Then finally they discovered what Raul had meant, the closer they came. All around Marsha’s hind end hovered a thick, dense cloud of scent, a kind of bestial, animalistic musk with those same notes of rusty metal and high ammonia yet cut through with something else, something warmer, richer, drier… and that scent kept on growing until Caelan suddenly had to jerk back again, the wet, slimy flesh squishing up against their lips and leaving a sticky strand of juice when they did so.

But Marsha just wagged her tail again and squared her stance, now looking around her shoulder at the investigative stranger. Caelan swallowed, cleared their throat, leaned in, took another sniff… then lifted a paw up to touch, to poke, to squeeze, to spread, tugging the plump, fat lips apart to turn soft, gentle pink into rich, glistening wet inner red.

Unable to resist, then, they leaned in until their nose brushed against the upper rim of the feral’s spade, jerked back, moved in again… and this time continued forward until that soft meat squished beneath the contact, and then drew in a slow, focused breath. Intense scent wafted up, tickled at their throat, filled their lungs, then fizzled back out as they exhaled, then did so again and again – and Caelan turned their body to the side to work a paw beneath their skirt, fingers now running over their hard shaft, gripping, stroking gently.

And then they closed the distance and followed Parius’s example, allowing the bitch’s full sex to slop around their mouth, enclosing their nose within thick wet meat. There they remained for a moment, then slipped their tongue out to drag across those inner walls, scooping up from inside, replacing saliva with sticky heat; and slowly they worked their way up and out, finding the little rings of muscle, the tighter bounds of the walls, the dog’s buried clit.

There was no way that Caelan would be able to fit the whole thing in their mouth, try as they might to do just this. The husky’s tail wagging with even more intensity now, they pulled back, swallowed, swallowed again with the sticky slickness, then parted their lips and came in to now suck along the lower tip of the dog’s sex, drawing this plush, supple flesh in, feeling the intense, wet heat, drawing out the slickness of her warmth. They closed their eyes again and sighed out, tongue nestling snug in between these deep folds, lips pressing into the center, nose almost nudging up against her tailhole.

But not quite: her spade hung so far away from her body, a little bit bigger than fist-sized now that Caelan was right on top of it, they that had to press themselves forward and squish it further into their mouth to nudge their nose up to the center of her pucker, where all of those greasy, flaky folds of skin tugged together, tightened against the touch, relaxed out again. Somewhere behind them they heard Parius’s energetic breathing, and wondered offhandedly if Raul had decided to take things into his own hands with the other feral.

Caelan kept themselves busy there for a while longer, running their tongue up along the exterior base of Marsha’s spade so that it lifted up, then sagged down beneath its own weight again; or they swirled around the folds and dug in, reaching as far as they could yet knowing they were far from bottoming out; or they would run a paw up around the base and squeeze, stretching her out from outside so that the plump flesh blossomed against their lips, smearing sticky, animalistic heat across their muzzle already soaked with it; and then they would draw back, swallow, drag the flat of their tongue across her again, then move up to her tailhole where they could seal their lips and suck, the ring of muscle again tightening and then relaxing, then finally pushing in such a way that made them square their shoulders and straighten up, tongue dancing over her wrinkles, poking at the center, digging just gently into the intense, sharp heat inside, and-

-their belly rumbled, and a cold shiver spiked up the bunny’s back, and they pulled themselves away to halfway roll over. Sure enough Raul had come closer and now rubbed along the Doberman’s fully hard shaft with one paw, phone camera still aimed with the other; when he noticed Caelan looking his ears perked and he drew that paw away, to then lap the greasy wetness off his pads.

“What’s up, bun? Second thoughts?”

“No, I…” Caelan wriggled, blushed… brought their knees together, lifted their tail, angled their hind end towards the coyote and his camera. They hoped that the twitching urgency of their tailhole showed their need. “Have to – y’know. Go. Since Parius…”

“Donated an entire bladder’s worth straight to your bowels, yeah. Okay.” He adjusted where he aimed the camera and tapped the screen to zoom in. “So go.”

They knew that that would be his response, and yet again hearing it still made their tail quirk and blush deepen. Caelan tried relaxing a little bit… then felt an escaped squirt, and clenched back around it. “W-wait. Right – here?”

“Yes. Right here. Right now.” Grass rustled as Raul came closer, that paw smeared with dog pre squishing in against the bunny’s bared rump and giving them a spread. The thumb teased down along their tensed tailhole, brushed over the hot, slick lips of their second sex, then came back up again. “I wanna see.”

“Well… I-” And Caelan jerked to the side again when Parius hopped up to take over on the bitch, one hindleg coming down dangerously close to the bunny’s shoulder, then thick girth pumping forward, balls swinging, hips thrusting. They couldn’t look away from the action, the wet splop of the stud finding his mark and sinking in, the husky widening her stance and lifting back up against him, fat spade stretching around him and sucking him deep.

“Come on. I’m waiting.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just…”

And then when it came, it came all at once: Caelan relaxed just a little bit, tightened up again, relaxed again, then put the slightest of effort behind a push – and then felt the entire lower section of their filled bowels strain and sputter and explode outwards, the dog’s heat kept warmed within their body rushing, spilling, pouring noisily out. It stung somewhat as they released Parius’s piss, the hot, slightly acidic fluid tingling across their nerves as it dumped out, first squirting across the grass, then trickling down over their second sex, around their hanging balls, along their thighs.

They knew that Raul was recording this, too, and that paired with the wet, sloppy slapping of the dogs mating so close to their head that they could smell it, just embarrassed them further – as well as continued to arouse them. Caelan swallowed, clamped down around the flow, felt their guts roil and rumble again, tried to hold it in even though they still felt the simmering, slimy mess dripping down their revealed backside, then shifted to move their footpaws out of the way to dump the rest and-

-and with a rustle of grass behind them, suddenly there was a paw pushing against their rump to spread them apart, and a broad, flat canid tongue slurping up the dripped mess, and then Raul’s lips sealed around the bunny’s tailhole right as they pushed again. They tried to contain the mess, but by that point it was already too late: even with the coyote’s maw wrapped around their tailhole, their sensitive ears flicked back to pick up the puttering, sputtering eversion.

Raul’s cheeks ballooned out with the sudden burst of mess, and a moment later hot, humid, heavy air puffed out from flared nostrils across the underside of the bunny’s tail. Caelan deliberately avoided looking back at him, not wanting to see the disgust on his face that they knew was their doing, but – despite this they felt the coyote’s tongue flick forward to drag across their now opened, trembling tailhole, then the pressure of a swallow, and a second, and a third, and then Raul began sucking at them, slurping out the remaining drips caught in between overlapping folds of interior meat, swallowing again, breaking the seal to catch his breath, sucking again.

Dazed, overwhelmed with the sensation of relief crossed with enjoyment, Caelan lifted their head and looked to the side, and for a while watched the intense, sloppy motion of Parius railing the stray bitch here, his thick shaft pumping deep inside of her plump, pillowy spade, filling her up, stretching her out, then swinging back out again, with slightly frothy dribbles of the juice of their union dripping down, jiggling in the air, breaking beneath the force.

One of Caelan’s footpaws scooted back along the grass. They tightened down again, felt Raul’s tongue slip up inside of them and then slurp out, then pushed… and felt a few more small, messy squirts of Parius’s piss from earlier jet out into the coyote’s waiting mouth, judging by the way he jerked with surprise, huffed, and then swallowed against them again. The bunny turned their head to bring themselves more fully beneath the paired dogs, tongue reaching out towards that hanging rope.

Further underneath the two dogs, Parius’s loose, heavy balls swinging forward, bouncing and juddering against one another with his fierce rhythm, Caelan found themselves wrapped within the hot, heady pressure of feral canine arousal. A bit of that sludge dripped down onto their tongue, and they slurped it in, rolled it around, swallowed it… felt it coat their throat and slide around within their mouth, filling their head with that same, savory-metallic presence that wafted all around.

Every time Parius tugged back out of Marsha, the inner lips of her spade squished, stretched to accommodate, speckled pink skin swollen and glistening with wet warmth turning slightly outwards to show the succulent inner folds of meat that sleeved so snug around the male’s length. Then he thrust back in, pounding himself against her, supple skin of his sheath wrinkling in against itself, balls swinging forward to bump against the underside of that plump fist-sized mass, then swung right back again.

Feeling that the bunny had given all they had, Raul turned his attention from sucking to slurping, now dragging his tongue up along the rear fringe of the bunny’s lips and across their tailhole, the stretched, loosened muscle easily giving way to allow him in. Every time he curled along Caelan’s lower bowels the bunny couldn’t help but clench again, their teeth gritting and ears flicking back; they moaned out, shivered, pressed themselves back, and then finally lifted back up onto their paws to nuzzle in close to the paired dogs.

Marsha looked back at them and adjusted her stance, gladly allowing the extra participant in. Caelan closed their eyes and turned their muzzle so that each thrust brought Parius’s balls swinging against their cheek, every impact leaving a simmering, somewhat slimy warmth; they swallowed again, opened their mouth, and folded their tongue forward, first dragging it over the stretched flesh of the husky’s spade, then working back towards where the male slid in and out of her, his hard cock streaked with the warm slickness of her juices as well as his own arousal, revitalizing that taste in their mouth.

Right here in the splash zone, each thrust forward bumped against the side of their snout and nudged them in against Marsha’s rump, Caelan’s nose burning with the scent of dog, their mouth watering, their own shaft twitching underneath them as Raul continued to freely feast beneath their tail. In between thrusts they looked over, mouth open and tongue out cupping beneath Parius’s half-buried shaft, the male’s knot beginning to twitch and pulse with the approach of his finish – and from here they could see Raul hunched over, eyes scrunched shut, lips curled back with how deeply he lapped against and inside Caelan’s tailhole, one arm keeping the bunny stretched and the other working vigorously between his own legs. Thick, discolored dribbles of reprocessed feral dog piss dripped from the corners of his lips, staining the fur deep yellow.

Above them the noise of the dogs going at it drew them back. Breaths quickened, the wet, sloppy thrusts drove closer and closer together – and then Parius adjusted his stance, pumped forward, grinded against Marsha while buried inside of her, and Caelan heard his shaft slip in to the base, and the quick, fervent tugs that followed once his knot swelled up inside of her, the bitch’s already sizeable spade pumping out further around the tie, and visibly pulsing with each spurt deep inside. Doberman draped his muzzle along her back and panted into the evening air; husky rumbled within her chest and pushed back against him, her own haunches grinding in the air as if to milk him further, both of their mouths open, dripping drool.

Caelan swallowed, wet his lips, tasted the still-tingling, still rich echo of Parius’s second batch of piss just further back in the park, now mixed with the fuller spice of what they had lapped up from here, and moved to again run their muzzle in between tied stud and bitch, lips pursed, sucking at the dripping ooze, the mix of cum and liquid arousal.

Behind them Raul sucked at their tailhole again and then pulled off of them, mouth coming free with a pop and a gasp. Caelan jerked with the sudden change in pressure, arched their back, and glanced back again, just in time to see the coyote straighten up, give his hard cock a few more strokes, and then line up to plunge in.

Here we go, the bunny thought, heart racing. Here we go. He’s gonna fuck me, and his knot’s already out and he’s gonna push that inside of me, and he’s gonna cum inside me and then also piss in me, and then suck all that back out, and-

And Raul began just as they had expected, but then stopped there as well. Paw still running back and forth across his length, stroking across slick, slimy red flesh, the coyote sighed out, nudged his tip against the bunny’s well-prepared tailhole, then thrust himself in – but then stopped just there, past the blunted rim of his tip. His paw smeared back behind his knot, forefinger and thumb wrapping around in the usual grip, and he tugged at himself, yanking his length forward into the bunny’s desperately clenching tailhole; he grunted, and jerked, and swallowed, his teeth gritted-

-and then bucked, and did so again, and again, and then finally sank the rest of the way in to the upper rim of his knot, full shaft still throbbing as he, too, dumped his load deep inside the bunny’s freshly-emptied bowels. In the absence of Parius’s mark inside of them Caelan thought they could feel the searing heat of Raul’s seed spurting out into them. Still going through the aftershocks of his orgasm, both of them then leaned to the side as Parius began his dismount, then turned rump to rump to further seal the tie – and Caelan watched, mouth watering again, at the way his balls slid and sagged, skin glistening with leaked wetness.

Just as smoothly as he had buried himself inside the bunny did Raul then draw back out, cock slickened tip to knot with his own load. Panting, Caelan rolled over to sit down in the grass, their own shaft still twitching against their belly – and then promptly found themselves yanked forward towards the coyote’s still-hard shaft, smelling of canid musk, fresh cum, and old piss, all wrapped together with the distinctive scent of themselves. Already knowing what he wanted, Caelan parted his lips and allowed the canid to thrust in along their cupped tongue, that layer of cum easily smearing off, mixing with saliva, spreading within their mouth… and even as they worked their tongue around him, sucking and slurping and swallowing, careful not to tease too far along Raul’s sensitivity, they received a few more squirts of cum mixed with pre.

Above them, Raul tilted his head back and sighed with pleasurable relief. He tugged back, smeared himself off, thumped his cock against the bunny’s cheek, wiped himself across matted, smudged fur. “There. God. Needed that – and he did, too, looking at how much he’s twitching. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Caelan straightened up, wiped their mouth, sat back, and then slid their paws down their body. Their heart fluttered at the way Raul’s gaze dropped to follow the one going to stroke along their shaft, and then the other lifting up beneath their balls to tease at their second sex.

“Yeah,” they answered, truthfully. “One of the… best times of my life. Um, how did that – y’know, when you…”

“Sucked my dog’s piss out of your asshole?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Yeah, like I said, it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever tasted, and no matter how many times I go for it, it doesn’t get any better. But it does go right through me, so about the time he’s ready to go,” and he reached over to scratch the panting Doberman’s head, “I’ll be ready to… you know, go. But, good news: I brought my urinal with me.” He winked at the bunny as Caelan continued to enjoy themselves before him. “Oh, by the way, don’t get too into what you’re doing. Once this tie comes loose, you’re gonna have to stick your muzzle as far inside Marsha as you can and suck out everything Parius is pumping into her. We don’t want any extra strays running around, after all. I’m not an irresponsible dog owner.” He reached down, took up Parius’s leash, and then looped it around his paw a few times, heavy shaft and sack hanging down towards the grass, the former still dripping from the tip.

He watched the two dogs for a bit, both of them panting and wagging, each in paradise, and then looked down to Caelan again. “You’ll wanna spend the night too, I bet?”

The bunny shivered, fingers sinking up to the knuckle, then slipped them back out and tried their best to flip their skirt over their shaft again. “I-if I could.”

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