Russ sighed. He’d been in the house all weekend, too tired, lazy, and bored to do much other than binge on frozen pizza and idly watch television. The dog’s phone vibrated, getting him to peek at his messages. It was his buddies, who had placed him in the group chat of their friend group. Yo Russ, we were gonna go spend the afternoon at Jango’s Arcade! Want in? Ugh… he really wasn’t feeling up to it. As much as he loved his friends, Russlenova wished sometimes they’d just leave him alone and not be so caring! Can’t a mutt just mope around not be social for a good few.. months? Shit. When was the last time he actually did something? Already retired at 37, the hunky rottweiler often found himself in a rut. Single and in a modestly sized house, he had plenty of money for the rest of his life to live comfortably; albeit he didn’t clean or declutter the place as much as he should. Why bother? No one really came over, or at least he tried not to host his friends at his place as much as he could. They’d definitely give him a few ass whacks for being a slob! Russ: Um.. well I TOTALLY would, but I’m just sooo busy with all this.. uh, stuff I got going on. Derrick: -Yeah I bet. All those vinyls that need dusting and those James Bark films to binge. Cmon, get your ass out of that cave and cheer yourself up! Plus, Ethan is buying the drinks. ;D Well, you can’t say no to free beer. Maybe a few pints would get his mind off his loneliness. …And maybe some skeeball. Russ: …wings on him too? Ethan: Fine, cheapass. But next time you’re getting lunch. Russ: See you guys in an hour. Just don’t embarrass me like last time, okay? I almost had that vixen’s number, you dumb fucks. Derrick: XDDDDDDD The rottie peeled himself out of his recliner, stretching and rubbing his eyes before giving his underarms a good whiff. Yeah… he reeked. A good shower, teeth brushing and fresh clothes were probably better at the arcade then his current appearance. A scaly mass brushed up against Russ, yipping for attention. “Alright Mercury, Daddy’s gonna head out today, think you can not burn down the house while I’m gone?” The rottweiler chuckled and gave his pet drake a loving scritch on the horns, his thick leathery tail wagging and thumping against the chair. “Shreeeee! Cree cree!” The bright orange beast nodded and licked his master’s ankles, giving them a gentle nip with his toothy maw. “I better not find out you had any little mates over either! You are to guard this house, not bring in uninvited guests, got it scales?” Russ gave his drake a love slap on the butt, heading upstairs and getting a nice hot shower, scrubbing the fur wash in nice and thoroughly before hopping out, cleaning his fangs and getting all nice and dolled up in the mirror. Maybe use some of that new Axe spray his buddy got him. Maybe a nice woman would actually be interested in the gruff mutt today! 2 pm on a Saturday could still have some girls at the arcade, right? Eh.. if he was lucky. He threw on an XXL Polo, a nice burgundy to compliment his light and dark brown fur. His pecs filled out the tee well, the short sleeves showing off his biceps and toned forearms. Russ toyed with his beer belly in the mirror, jiggling it around the confines of his shirt and smirking. He slipped some socks and shoes on, completing the outfit with only those few articles of clothing, fuzzy sheath and nuts hanging out in the breeze. Ready to go! This was the bottomless district after all, pretty much no one wore any lower coverings here. Russ hopped in his car, heading down to the arcade and actually looking forward to it. “Aye, Drooly, you made it!” Ethan greeted the rottie with the nickname he hated, as the two slapped their paws together and bro-hugged. “Yeah yeah, you’re lucky my weakness is beer. Don’t expect any fair games when you call me that, Goldilocks.” Russlenova shot back at the golden retriever, taking a seat at the booth and snagging some hot wings from the shared basket. The three guys chatted and caught up, chowing down on chicken and beer in the loud arcade for all ages. Swarms of cubs squealed and ran around unsupervised, their bits swinging out for all to see just the same as their worn out parents who drank and tried getting a break. “So, you ready to get your puffy tailhole beat at skeeball now or what, Russ?” The rottweiler grew a bit red in the snout at the remark, flexing his fuzzy nub behind him. “Sh-shut up Derrick, last time was a fluke!” He growls and grabs his bucket of tokens, padding to the lanes with his friends and slamming a coin into the game. The 3 laughed and joked competitively, Russ trying to keep up despite being somewhat buzzed. The 5th round they played was cut short by Derrick shouting in shock, a groan and a wet sound was heard. “YO! Ethan, come on dude, why’d you order the bourbon! Eughhh…” The retriever had vomited on Derrick’s footpaw, clutching his toned abs and moaning. “Alright, off to the boy’s room.. just lean on my shoulder.” The pair gave Russ an apologetic look, and the canine nodded them off understanding. Ethan always liked to talk big but couldn’t hold out. At least he could play a few more rounds of his favorite game without having his blacked asshole made fun of. Popping another token in the slot, the heavyset mutt perked his ears as he felt his tail nub tugged on. “Hmm?” “Scuese me mister doggy! You got any extra tokens?” A soft squeaky little voice pipes up, Russ looking down to see a young mouse boy the one who tugged on his tail. “Oh, hey there little guy. Tokens you say? Um, yeah for sure. Here kid.” Russ scooped up a massive pawful of the brass coins from his huge bucket, shocking the kid as he dumped them in his empty one. He was surprised the young lad was brave enough to approach him in the first place, most cubs ran away in fear of the 250 lb mutt. They just assumed he was scary and mean since he was big and tall at 6’2”. “H-holy cheddar cheese!!! All these are for me, sir?” The cute little mouse cub smiled gratefully up at the middle aged dog, his long hairless tail swaying energetically making his free hanging privates bob around. “Well yeah, they’re in your bucket now right? Go crazy dude.” He smiles down, chuckling at the eager boy as the mouse plunks a coin in, the balls rolling down into the open before he tries pulling one out. “Grrrr… these things are a little heavy!” Russ glances back at the kid in the other lane, reaching over to grab the wooden-polyurethane sphere and plink it in the rodent’s paws, causing him to nearly drop it with his little noodle arms. “There ya go, kiddo. Oh, oops.. may not be ready for this game yet buddy..” He saw how the boy struggled to handle even one of the balls, but he looked desperate to try it out for the first time. “Aw.. I.. I’m not? But.. all my friends say they can..” The small white furred male looked down sadly, tugging on Russ’s heartstrings. “Err.. well uh, here, you can play! I’ll help you.” The rottweiler moved into the boy’s lane, standing behind him and picking him up by his tiny waist. He hoisted him up and stood him on the lane’s track itself, now tall enough to make a good shot. The dog gently gripped that hairless paw in his own, wearing him like a fuzzy glove. “Mister? What are you doing?” “You wanna be able to play, don’t you? Here, you’ll stand up here, and since the ball is kinda heavy for you, I’ll hold your paw up and help you bowl it. Sound good?” The small rodent smiled warmly and gave a nod, excited that he was getting some assistance. “Thanks a bunch Sir!” The mutt nodded, giving him a little hair tussle. “You’re welcome little dude, and you can call me Russ.” “Okay, thanks mister Russ! My name’s Chip! Let’s do this!” The dog rolled his eyes when he continued to add “mister” to his name, but it didn’t bother him. Heh. Cute name for a cute cub. Russ pulled back his arm with Chip’s, showing him the technique. “See? We just swing our arms… and release. There it goes!” The solid ball rolled up the ramp with a nice speed, launching up and landing in the center goal. “Woah!!! We got a 5000 Mr. Russ!” Chip giggled, wagging his tail like a happy puppy. “You sure did kiddo!” Russ exclaimed, and tried to let Chip think he mostly did it himself. “Wanna do a few rounds with me?” The mouse nodded and they finished up the remaining balls quickly, mostly making every shot due to Russ’s expert throws. After they used most of the tokens, Chip’s tummy began to growl. “Hey, you had lunch yet kid?” Russ cocked an eyebrow. “Well.. mom and dad did send me off with extra meal money today.. but I may have used it on more tokens after I ran out of my game money.” Chip folded his big round ears down over his eyes, aware of his irresponsible choice. “Ah, that’s no big deal. We got plenty of food back at the table. Cmon, let’s get you your lunch.” The rottie led his new little friend back to the table, where the guys had returned to again. Ethan was resting his head against Derrick’s chest, the healthier male holding an ice pack on his skull to help his friend’s headache. “Hey, Drooly. Tough guy here isn’t feeling too good as you saw before, so we’re probably gonna head home soon. Aye, who’s that down there?” Derrick craned his head above the edge of the table, getting a good look at the mouse boy. Russ smiled warmly and gave Chip a pat on the back, rubbing gently in circles to help him feel more comfortable around the other males. “Guys, this is Chip. He just needed some help at skeeball, and turns out he’s pretty much a pro! Way better than you losers usually do.” The canine gave a laugh and a snort, clearly hyping up the kid. “H…hello, there..” His eyes darted around nervously, flexing his little toes on the marbled carpet. “G’day Chip, you hungry? We got chicken wings, if you like those!” The boy pipes up, nodding eagerly. “Oh yes please mister! Those are my favorite!” Russ scoops up the mouse into the booth, sitting on his right as he was sandwiched between his gruff new friend and the light yellow retriever. For whatever reason Russ had put them all on the same side of the booth. “Go on dude! Have at it!” Derrick encouraged. Chip licked his lips, grabbing two big pieces of meat and chowing down- not seeming to care about the bright red glaze coating them. “Oh, careful kid, those are the spi-!” Derrick paused and watched the prepubescent rodent gobble up the fiery-hot scorcher wings with seemingly no issue. The hungry lad licking and picking the bones clean before adding more into his muzzle, no doubt enjoying the intense heat to go with his poultry. “Holy shit, Russ… where did you find this kid..? He’s mowing through the hottest wings on the menu! Chip, does that not burn like hell?” Chip swallowed his mouthful and giggled, shaking his head. “These are supposed to be hot? This sauce packs flavor!” he retorted confidently, clearly raised in a spice loving household. He belched and dropped the remaining bones, taking a long swig of the chocolate milk that the grinning rottie had ordered him to pair with his meal. “URRRRRRP!” Chip gave a loud belch, earning a hearty laugh from everyone at the table, including Ethan.. looking not so sick anymore. The little mouse realized his sloppy rudeness but gave a blushing smile, giggling cutely at the approval from the grown ups patting his back. “Excuse me..” Derrick stretched his arms out, and turned his head, giving a good neck crack. “Well, this was fun, we should definitely do this again guys. Cmon Ethan, better come spend the evening with me, don’t want your wife nagging about your day drinking again. Good thing we carpooled, huh? Oh, was great to meet you Chippy!” The brown feathered eagle wrapped a wing around the boy, kissing the top of his head with his beak. This caused Chip’s face to flush deep red, the adult having so casually gave him a goodbye peck as a stranger. “Nice to.. meet you too..” the rodent’s round ears folded over his eyes, while Russ waved his friends goodbye while stroking the flustered cub’s shoulders. “Don’t mind him, he’s just.. affectionate.” The mutt chuckled and left a 100 dollar bill to more than cover the bill, standing up and cracking his back. “I’ll say..” Chip mumbled, clutching his tail to his chest after giving another involuntary burp. “So, boy. How’s about we pop over to my house and chill from all those wings? I know I need a rest. Of course, if you think your folks won’t mind.” Russ licked his cold wet nose. “What, really? You mean I can hang out with you?!” Chip wagged that hairless rope of his, not used to having a friend before. He didn’t even think of the potential dangers one might face when going home with a stranger, his innocent mind running rampant with fun ideas of what other fun this day could bring. “Oh, they won’t mind! I don’t hafta be home till 8 tonight! Mom and Dad usually prefer me to get my energy out while I’m out of the house anyway!” The dog licked his lips a bit slyly and nodded, reaching down to take the little one’s paw in his own before escorting him to his vehicle. “How old are ya, Chippy boy?” “Me? I just turned 8 last week! I got so many presents from my grandparents! Hot wheels and Legos and and and, uhhh, a new Playstation 5 and games to go with it..” on and on the mouse went, a bit more jittery than before. Russ rolled his eyes and guessed the boy had ADHD, something that the rich chocolate milk probably didn’t help with. But fuck, was he adorable. “Mhmmm.. very nice kiddo. 8 is a perfect age to start learning all kinds of new things, too…” The rottweiler buckles them both in, allowing his newfound cub to sit shotgun and giving his white hair a tussle. The two talked the whole ride home, Russ noting some useful things in the back of his mind while occasionally eyeing the kid’s limp little sheath. His genitals seemed to be a hybrid of sheath and humanoid nature, a mushroom shaped head seeming to always peek out of the fuzzy white pouch. Could that really be its constant state? Most packages he encountered were either all the way in and fully hidden, or sheathless and always dangling out in the open. Well, besides most folk’s balls being on their usual display. It was an interesting find for sure. “Alright kid, we’re here! Oh, erm. Stay behind me when we get inside.” Russ added cryptically, making Chip wring his paws apprehensively. “Do you have a pet doggy Mister Russ?” “You could say that…” the rottie opened the door glancing around, and as they crossed the threshold, Mercury jumped out from hiding and began sniffing and licking the mouse. “Scrrrrrupp! Scree scree!! YIP!” The blood orange drake was held back by the tall mutt and scolded. “Mercury, no! Calm down, boy! This is our guest, not fresh meat! You’ll freak him out if you keep tasting him!” Of course, Russ knew his pet didn’t eat living organisms, let alone any anthros. He just assumed Chip wouldn’t want to be tackled by a bouncy, energetic feral creature even bigger than the cub. “This is Chip, he’s gonna hang with us today alright? Be a good boy and treat him nice. No biting!” The little mouse shyly peeked out from behind his adult friend’s rump, glancing at the drake who was at eye level. Mercury’s forked tongue hung out drooling, panting, his leathery tail swaying. “Churrup!” Chip slowly approached the feral, noticing his collar and tag jingling around his neck. He reached a paw out to let the reptile get a sniff. “H-hello, Mercury.. it’s nice to meet you. I won’t hurt you, I promise, just don’t hurt me okay?” Merc nodded, seeming to understand most of that. Drakes were smart at times, at least this one was. “G-good boy! Hehe! Do you like belly rubs?” The pet nodded and yipped, rolling over on the floor happily exposing the golden yellow underbelly of his. Chip extended his paw again and gave it a big rub, cooing as it suddenly warmed up like an electric blanket. “Woah! Neat trick!” Russlenova grinned as the two hit it off, heading into the kitchen to grab another beer and left them to play. Maybe he could get a nap in or something, let the kid enjoy some one on one time with Mercury. The dog padded into his living room, pondering some fun ideas for the mouse. That plump little butt was captivating.. no doubt a virgin pucker. As he lay on the couch reading a magazine, he stroked and fondled his hefty sack while listening to the giggles and chitters from the other room. Chip smiled down at the drake, laying in a sploot position with his hindquarters up in the air, hips wiggling. “What? You wanna play, boy? What do you like to play?” Mercury yipped and wrapped his strong tail around the cub’s wrist, guiding him to his play area with his pet bed and toys scattered about. The scaly beast scooped up a well worn rope toy in his jaws and shook it around, offering it up to Chip to take it. He smiled and obliged, causing the drake to tug and fight him for it. “Oh, tug of war huh? I don’t know if I’m as strong as you, big guy!” Chip tightened his grip on the rope with both paws, grunting and pulling back while Merc growled playfully and yanked. The reptile took it easy on the cub, hoping to get some kind of challenge from him. “RRRRRG, cmon, let go already! I’m not good at this- WHUP!” the mouse fell forward as the toy was suddenly yanked forward with all of Mercury’s strength, sending the 8 year old head first into a large pile of squeaky plush pet toys. Chip caught his breath, shaking his head a few seconds later, when a hot moist snout abruptly slipped between his soft rump cheeks and began sniffing curiously. “Merc get o-OOH!” The drake dragged his rough, slimy tongue over Chip’s sweet smelling tailhole. Having no hindrance with tasting up the boy, Mercury happily closed his eyes and started rimming the mouse over and over. Pant… pant.. “Ooooh, Mercury, cut it, ah.. cut that.. Out.. that f-feels weird!” The cub’s paws shook, clenching a plushy in front of him as new, odd feelings slipped up his spine. “R-Russ…?! I n-need heEEaaahhhh…!” Chip tried getting up, but the drake held his lower half down with his strong forepaws and dug that flexible appendage past his sphincter; eating out the cub and slurping up his flavor with vigor. Russ’s ears perked up in surprise, hearing the cub calling for him and immediately running into the other room. The dog was greeted with a shockingly lewd display of his horny lizard lapping away at the 8 year old in his playroom right in the open. Russ stood in awe and watched Chip lay there helplessly, moaning in confusion while he got molested. The canine blinked a few times before kneeling down beside the mouse and smiling calmly. Chip looked up at Russ, expecting the adult to pull Merc off of him, but instead just stroked a paw through his soft white fur. “How’s it feel, bud?” The rodent blinked, gasping every now and then but not actually in any pain or discomfort. “F-f-feels, super weird mister Russ! Why is he licking my bum?! That’s g-gross, hnngh..” The dog massaged his companion’s skinny little arm while groping himself. “Mercury likes to taste new friends. Don’t be afraid little one, he won’t hurt you. It’s completely normal. The air filled with musk from the two mature males, both enjoying the boy. The drake’s moist slit parted open as a fat tip peeked out, riddled with many bumps and spikes as he refused to stop eating his tasty mouse ass. Russ’s own tip emerged in front of Chip’s eyes, a deep red taper on the end while more of the girthy length slid out. Russ gave a whistle. “DOWN, scales!” his pet instantly obeyed, withdrawing from his snack and sitting on his hind paws like a dog. He licked his chops and whined a bit, glancing down at his half erection bobbing in the air. The rottweiler continued petting his boy, gently flipping him over, his butt dripping with drool. “Chip, have you ever been taught about, well.. how do i put this.. “sexual education”?” The cub shook his head, his face very flushed. He didn’t even realize his own little member was stiffening up from its pouch. “N-no? You mean.. sex like, what makes a boy a boy, and a girl a girl?” Chip guessed the adult was referring to gender. “Mmm.. sort of. Have you ever gotten a funny feeling downstairs, when you might have taken a hot bath, or when your mother would clean out your sheath?” The rodent nodded. It happened sometimes, but he had no idea what it meant. Momma cleaned it well with a damp washcloth in the tub, but he was always too busy playing with his bath toys and sinking ships in the water. “Sometimes, it gets kinda pokey and stuff. Is that bad?” he asked while glancing down at the mutt’s own maleness peeking out, about 6 inches emerging and twitching from the brown and black sheath. “Not bad at all, that’s supposed to happen to boys. It means your body likes the way that kind of touching feels, and it’s telling you it’s happy. It even happens to me, see?” The mutt pointed down at his swollen, dripping cock. “It means I’m happy too.” Chip nods as he’s taught, finding himself staring at the shaft. “Wow, it got all big too! Plus yours is red, that’s cool! Huh, mine is..” the mouse returned to his own penis, the humanoid head all the way out the skinny length lurching here and there. Occasional twitches make his little nuts bounce with every slight movement. “But why does my body think I’m happy? Nothing happy happened to me!” “Well, wasn’t Mercury licking your bum?” “Yeah, he was..” “Making friend’s isn’t the only reason he licks butts.” Russ pointed at his drake’s thick spire between its legs. Chip was starting to get it. “Ooooh, his body was making him happy too! I didn’t know butt licking could do that!” The dog nodded again, now caressing the kid’s thighs. “And that’s not all, when a boy’s body tells him he’s happy by getting a stiffy, it means you’re ready to play some special games. Only games that big boys get to play.” Chip blushed a bit as the dog felt him up, but twitched his whiskers and smiled. “Games?? What kinda big boy games?” Russ licked his chops and began fondling those barely-dropped testes, before stroking Chip’s thin cock between his thumb and index finger. “Well I, uh, forget the name. But I swear it’s tons of fun. How about you let Mr Russ handle it for now? Just lay back and enjoy..” Chip agreed and wiggled his hips, moaning cutely as he was fapped. “Um, alright.. Ahh, that does feel nice.. kinda like when Mercury licked my butt.” The mouse rocked his hips and closed his eyes, enjoying the weird touching game the man was playing on his privates. “Can I.. feel yours Mr Russ? Ahhnn.. Mmmmm..” The dog’s heart skipped a beat, excited for the cub wanting to try it on his own accord. He moved closer so the cub could better reach his cock, and gave a nod. “Absolutely kiddo. Try doing it the way I touch yours!” Chip reached out and grabbed the rod, which had grown out fully to his hearty 11 inches, knot tucked away in the sheath still. It was almost 3 inches thick and hot to the touch, nice and slick from his natural juices. “Why’s it all sticky?” “When boys get older, they make a special kind of milk that dribbles out the more excited and happy they get. If we play with it long enough, you get a nice big surprise that shoots out all hot and warm like a glass of milk-” Russ explained, sighing softly as the kid rubbed and squeezed his huge length. “W-wow dude, your little paws are really good..” the mutt gave Chip’s small member a rub and tug, noticing the size was about 3 and ½ inches, only an inch thick. Very skinny; very cute. Russ pulled away, standing up as their touching ceased. The mouse whimpered. “W-why did you stop?” The dog didn’t answer, calling Merc up with a whistle: the drake’s fat, dangling member swung between his legs, already dripping thick globs of preseminal fluid on the carpet. Russ picked up the rodent and got him on his hands and knees doggystyle, pulling back his tail and giving that slimy hole a few sniffs for himself. “You want to play big boy games, right? Open your little muzzle for Mercury, he’s gonna put his weiner in your mouth. Watch your teeth, too, you won’t want to make him mad.” Chip blinked twice, barely processing what the adult told him before Merc had reared up and the boy felt a pair of heavy limbs resting over his back. He was greeted face to face with the drake’s hot, twitching tool, riddled with bumps and spikes. It was leaking that weird clearish stuff constantly, throbbing and spitting out more every few seconds. His peen was a lot more “happy” than Russ’s! The canine moved behind Chip as he just stared in awe at the feral’s drooling prick, taking his fingers and pinching his nostrils shut so he was forced to open his muzzle for air. “Nggh ahhhhhh-” he was taken by surprise when suddenly he has to gasp, instantly feeling a hot slick object sliding past lips as coating his mouth in sticky juices. “Mmmmmfffph?” The drake churred and began sliding in and out of that sweet, warm mouth around his cock, gently face fucking the cub. Russ patted the cub’s back and squeezed his naked butt, making the boy moan. “Mercury needs this badly, bud. I’m sure you won’t mind helping out, right? Be sure to suck on it like a popsicle, and use that little tongue on the barbs and bumps. He loves that. And if you do good enough, he’ll make you that treat I was talking about!” The cub nodded and blushed from slight embarrassment, but his small shaft throbbing beneath him as he was made to suck off the big lizard. Chip made a vacuum with his mouth and gave firm suckles to the cock, tasting gushes of precum and swallowing now and then when his mouth got full. “Mmmrrreeee- s-scrrrreee..!” The pet drake chittered and drooled from his snout, never feeling a mouth as good as Chip’s around his meat before. He gently pulled out and pressed back in, making sure to go slow and not jackhammer the poor kid. Last time he went psycho on a cub, Russ gave him a good spanking he didn’t forget. Plus, the fleshbag under him would probably stop sucking, and he didn’t want that one bit. “Gplhhfff- mmmhhhffrrrf!” Chip squealed around the rod stuffed in his face as Russ pressed two wet fingers inside his butt, wiggling and scissoring around inside. It made him fidget and squirm in confusion and pleasure, it was such an odd feeling having something going inside him like that. The rodent did his best while slurping on Mercury, trying hard to focus on helping out the lizard. He kept bucking against his lips harder whenever he teased and played with those squishy spikes and ridges against his tongue, suddenly lurching forward when Russ added a third finger to his slippery passage and he unintentionally deepthroated the feral. Taking him all the way inside his muzzle caused Mercury to howl and pressed his crotch all the way in, not letting an inch get missed as he began cumming straight down the boy’s throat and filling up his young belly. Those strong forepaws gripped his frame tightly and left some claw marks as the drake gave Chip an eager helping of lizard milk, the cub tasting its strong, smokey flavor and swallowing down as much as he could as it spilled out the sides of lips. Russ stroked his cock and kept loosening up that mouse-hole, feeling incredibly turned on by his pet shooting ropes into the 8 year old he had brought home. “Boy, you really worked him good, I haven’t seen him cum that hard in a while. Now try and relax, you need another finger in you kid.” End of Part 1. Thanks for reading! I may do a part 2 if there is enough interest, and any constructive criticism is appreciated. Lemme know how I did!