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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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“Alright, enough! Now you two will shut your yaps until we get to the goddamn reservation, is that clear?” Frank growled and stared dead ahead, his knuckles turning white beneath his fur from gripping the steering wheel of his Jeep Cherokee so damned tight.

“But dad he…” Gabe tried to argue, but the look his father shot him told him to drop it. “Yessir…” the younger Belgian Malinois grumbled and folded his arms across his chest while slumping down in his seat even further.

The whole problem had occurred when Jessica Drew had moved in next-door. It was as if both of his teenage sons had lost their damn minds because of that vixen, granted she was smoking hot, but still. Frank had thought he’d taught his twin boys better than that, especially since they were now both eighteen and about to head out into the world. Instead of focusing on college or jobs, these two goobers had started “flexing” on each other to try gain Jessica’s interest. As young men tend to do, the jokes and pranks quickly escalated until the cops finally had to get involved. That was the last straw for Frank, he had had it up to his neck with their antics.

It was an offhanded comment by his wife, the boy’s mother, that they really needed to do some soul searching like the good old days. That had given Frank the bright idea to take them out of the city and to the reservation, if anyone knew about finding inner peace around, it would be the tribe’s people. Luckily there was a well-known medicine man living on the reservation as well, exactly what he needed to get his boys to see eye to eye again.

The drive was unfortunately a long one, especially once silence was enforced, but it was better than listening to Gabriel and Churchill go at each other’s throats. The hot weather certainly didn’t help cool their hot tempers either, even Frank was sweating like a pig in a bacon factory, which made him wish he had opted to let Colby, that cute spiky blue haired hyena girl, fix his aircon when she offered. It was too late now, they were already almost to their destination finally, just a few clicks of bumpy dirt road left to go and soon they would see it.

“A teepee? Are you fucking serious right now?” Church sneered as he spotted the large tent up on the hill with a whisp of smoke lazily drifting up to the heavens above.

“Yes, Church, I am serious. And mind your fucking language!” Frank growled and ground his teeth. The sooner they got this show on the road, the better, at least as far as he was concerned. There wasn’t much in the way of parking around the tent, so Frank just pulled in alongside the teepee so as not to block the entrance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much cooler outside than inside the car he noted as he turned off the engine and climbed out.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t have brought some clothes or a sleeping, something?” Gabe asked curiously as he looked around. The closest civilization was a few abandoned houses far off in the distance, not even a convenience store in case they needed something.

“We’re only going to be here for a couple of hours, one-night tops” Frank sighed and rubbed his hands across his face while resisting the urge to throttle Gabe.

“What’s the matter, chicken?” Church mocked and began pantomiming a chicken flapping its wings.

“Enough! Get inside the wigwam, now!” Frank snarled and glared at his two boys, before another argument could break out.

“It’s a teepee, you’re two tents” Church mumbled under his breath as he entered the teepee.

“Lord give me strength…” the older dog groaned and pinched his fingers at the bridge of his nose before following his sons inside the tent.

“Fuck me, why is it so hot in here?” Church moaned as he entered the tent after his twin brother and immediately began soaking through his clothing.

“It’s part of the ceremony, right…uh…” Frank replied tersely, turning to look at the brown and white Tabiano patterned mustang, who was sitting on the far side of the tent and looking at him quizzically.

“Oh…uh…Heyoka” he offered when he noticed Frank staring at him expectantly.

“See boys, just as I said. Heyoka has thankfully already started the ceremony” the older dog explained to his two boys. Frank was a bit confused though, the website had stated the medicine man had many years of experience, but Heyoka looked to be his age, if not a few years younger. Perhaps he just aged very well and looked younger than he really was?

“Ceremony? Oh, yes…sure. Uhm…you fellas are a little over dressed though” Heyoka pointed out, seeing as he himself was almost completely bare and wearing little more than a loincloth and a few colorful feathers woven into his long dark mane.

“Really? Uh, the website never said anything about a dress code” Frank frowned at this turn of events. They were just meant to come out here, sit in the sauna and sweat it out a bit so his boys would burn off some of that pent up energy of theirs.

“Yeah…yes! Traditionally you should only be wearing loincloths, like me” Heyoka began to explain, looking from one to the other at the three shocked looking canines before him. “If you stay in those clothes, you’ll probably fry your brains…” he offered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Fair enough, let’s get changed boys” Frank was the first to begin stripping out of his clothing. At first, Churchill and Gabriel were resistant to the idea, but one look at one another and they just knew it was going to come down to a game of chicken. Soon Heyoka was watching with a slight grin as the three canines stripped out of their clothing and donned a loincloth each from the pile beside the door.

“Now, just close your eyes; try to relax and steady your breathing” the mustang began to lead them through the process. Once silence filled the tent and all three canines were breathing slow and steady, he proceeded onto the next step. “Now, each of you must take a deep breath of the peace pipe” Heyoka said in his best and most mysterious voice.

Heyoka watched with a grin as each canine took a deep hit of the “peace pipe” as he called it, resisting the urge to laugh when each of them coughed and spluttered in turn.

“That’s rather spicy…” Frank coughed and beat his fist against his chest. Whatever was in that pipe was good though, he could feel his tension starting to melt away, his entire body was starting to relax. Even his boys beside him looked like they were starting to relax as well. Their jaws were finally unclenched, as were their fists. For the first time in months, they actually looked like their happy old selves.

“And again, take another” Heyoka offered, handing Frank the peace pipe again. This time the old dog took a much deeper drag, holding it in his lungs for a long moment before exhaling.

“Right on dad!” Church grinned at his old man, watching him blow smoke rings after his second puff.

“Dude, that’s awesome!” Gabe laughed, sounding a little drunk as he watched his dad blow a smoke ring and then a stripe through the center of it. As if shooting a bullseye with a smoke arrow.

By the time the second hit was in full effect, all three canines were smiling and laughing, their eyes almost narrowed to slits. They were almost at the right level for what Heyoka intended, so he passed the pipe around again, this time not needing to tell the visitors what to do.

By the time the third hit took effect, Frank couldn’t even remember his own name, let alone recognize his own two boys. This was exactly what Heyoka wanted, setting pipe aside, he instead shifted over to sit beside Frank. The old dog was rather handsome and still in surprisingly good shape, Heyoka had also seen the nice sized sheath he had on him. Curiously, the stallion reached down and slipped his hand beneath Frank’s loincloth and cupped between his thighs. Franks only response was to grin and laugh at Heyoka, at least before he reached out and returned the favor by groping the stallion back.

“Good, better than expected” Heyoka thought to himself, now brazenly wrapping his fingers about Franks sheath as he started to stroke the mature canine. Slowly coaxing his stiffness out and into the open, all while his two boys sat beside them and watched slack jawed. No doubt they were in the same state as their father, if not worse. They had each taken rather large hits of some potent Peyote and would no doubt be well into the biggest trip of their lives.

“Dude…” Church huffed and licked his dry lips as he watched the strange horse stroking some old dude, he felt like he recognized. He tried to remember, but his memory was so fuzzy, even thinking felt like trudging through knee deep mud. But that was of little consequence, he was so damned horny and aroused, watching the old dogs head be guided down into the horse’s lap to begin sucking his cock was turning him on. Wait, he liked girls, didn’t he? At least he thought he did, but if that was the case, why was he stroking his dick while watching some dude blow another guy? Oh wait, that wasn’t his own hand on his cock, never mind.

Gabe watched the show alongside Church, just like his brother, he could not recall his own name, let alone anyone else’s in the tent with him at that moment. All he did know was that watching the two older guys get freaky right beside him was turning him on something bad. What the older guys were doing looked fun too, so he wanted to do that too! Luckily for him, there was another guy that looked familiar sitting right beside him. He looked very familiar, so they must know each other, right? Surely that meant it would be fine if he then copied what the other two were doing with his new best friend sitting right beside him, surely? So, Gabe did that, at first, he reached beneath Church’s loincloth and began stroking at his sheath, at least until the hot red flesh of his prick began to slide free. When he looked up from the young canine’s lap, he saw the horse and older dog had moved on. It must have been time for him to do the same, so he did.

Church groaned loud when a sudden warm wetness enveloped his cock, when he looked down, he saw the other young dogs head bobbing in his lap. God, it felt good, he could see why the two older guys were doing this. With his fingers grabbing a handful of hair of the head in his lap, Church lay back and began to lightly thrust up into the eager maw wrapped about his length.

“Ow, Christ!” Frank yelped as Heyoka broke his seal and stuffed the first inch of his thick spit slicked mottled cock up the married canine’s rear. The mustang had the older dog’s legs up against his shoulders as he guided his blunt tip against Frank’s pucker. Heyoka more than expected the old dog to stop him, but surprisingly he didn’t. Not even when the stallion got the first few inches of his meat under the father of two’s tail, goddamn he was tight. Heyoka knew he was in virgin territory here, which only made his grin grow exponentially. He loved breaking in newbies and by the look of it, he had two more to initiate.

Beside him, the twin boys had gotten into a classic sixty-nine position and were merrily sucking each other’s dicks. Heyoka should have been disgusted by seeing this, but he was a deviant in his own right and all it did was excite him more. Especially seeing as he was busy plundering their father’s virgin rear. Slowly Heyoka shifted his hips forward with every stroke, gradually working more and more of his cock up Frank’s back passage, until his hips met the canines rear. The way Frank’s cock throbbed and jumped, along with how it practically drooled sticky precum down over his chest, one would be forgiven for thinking he was enjoying this. To some degree he probably was, thanks to the Peyote. But in reality, it was really just because of the amount of cock he had under his tail and how it was grinding against his prostate. A fact which became abundantly clear when after only a few strokes, Frank growled deeply as he came hard.

Heyoka watched with satisfaction as the old dog painted his chest and face with his own seed, while stirring his hips against Frank’s behind to grind his length against the dog’s prostate and wring every last drop from him. By the time the mustang finally withdrew his still stiff length from the older dog, Frank was barely conscious, which suited Heyoka just fine. He had other plans and more rears to break in, thankfully the twins hadn’t climaxed yet and were still mid sixty-nine.

“I hate to break this up boys, but it’s my turn” Heyoka interrupted as he firmly pushed the two young men apart. It was surprisingly easy to get them to turn around and get on their hands and knees for him he found. Soon the Tobiano mustang was presented with two young virgin behinds, their nice thick and heavy cocks hung low below their bellies, with nice tight little pink stars nestled beneath their raised tails. He was going to enjoy this, that was for sure. Heyoka knelt behind church first, one hand grabbing at the base of the young canines tail to lift it higher and keep it there, allowing the mustang to lean down and begin lavishing attention to his virgin pucker. Gabe’s ears perked at the pleasured sounds his brother was making, his curiosity getting the better of him and causing him to turn around and see what the stallion was doing. By now, Heyoka had managed to work his thick tongue past the tightly clenched opening of the canines snug opening and was beginning to fuck him with his oral muscle a little. A hand reached below to grasp and start stroking at Church’s cock, making sure to keep time with the tongue-fucking. Sure enough, Church soon began bucking into the stallion’s hand before grinding back against his tongue.

Once Heyoka was satisfied Church was ready, he moved over to Gabe and began the same treatment. Gabe was a bit more vocal than his brother it seemed, soon filling the tent with his needy groans and whines, especially when Heyoka began tongue fucking his ass while stroking his drooling cock below. All while Church lay with his head on an arm with a dreamy smile on his lips, while his free hand reached below to stroke at his achingly hard cock.

Again, satisfied that Gabe was now also ready, Heyoka got onto his knees behind the young canine. Having released Gabe’s member, the stallion had a free hand again to grasp his own length while maintaining his grip on the dog’s tail. His broad tip nudged against the spit slicked tail hole before him before pressing in firmly against the center. Gabe groaned and grunted as Heyoka steadily worked him open, until he managed to pop his tip past the young dogs muscled opening. Once he had purchase, his entry beyond was much easier and soon his hips met the firm buttocks of the mutt beneath him.

Gabe couldn’t stop himself from whining when the horse began to move his hips and start fucking, there was a bit of pain from taking his first cock, but it was more so the almost overwhelming pleasure of having his prostate mashed into fine paste. Even without touching his own cock, Gabe was still spurting shots of precum up between his hands. A few more, perhaps half dozens strokes more and Gabe felt his balls trying to turn inside out as he came harder than he ever had before in his young life.

Heyoka laughed as the young canine collapsed beneath him, his turgid cock slipping free of the dogs wonderfully tight and no longer virgin pucker. He wasn’t done yet; it was Church’s turn. The little slut was ready and waiting it seemed, his fluffy tail was raised and wagging as he presented his rear. Heyoka didn’t want to disappoint the young man and eagerly mounted him next. Again, the young mutt growled and whined as his until now, untouched backdoor was worked open to allow the stallions thick cock entry. Fuck these two brats were tight, he loved it! Heyoka wished he could keep the party going forever!

The stallions train of thought was interrupted however, when a newly awoken Frank crawled around behind him and over to the almost passed out Gabe. Heyoka watched curiously as the old dog spooned up against his son, at first making the horse wonder if they were just going to cuddle and sleep off the drugs until morning. But the sound of the young dog’s groans soon proved that to be a fallacy, instead, Heyoka watched as Frank lined himself up with Gabe’s no longer virgin rear and smoothly sheathed himself deep, in one stroke. He watched the older dog fuck his son for a few moments longer before a devilish idea came to mind.

Without removing his own length from Church’s backside, Heyoka managed to maneuver himself and the young dog up behind Frank. Thankfully Church didn’t need much coaxing of direction for what the horse had in mind. Within moments, Heyoka had started a train of fucking. He was balls deep in Church, while Church fucked his father, who was fucking his brother. It was perhaps the most erotic thing Heyoka had ever done! At times he directed the motions of the fucking, at other times one or both Church and Frank would go counter to the rhythm of thrusting forward into the tight rear before them, or back onto the hard cock behind them.

Finally, after what felt like days, Heyoka finally reached his own climax as he flooded Church’s backside with his pent-up load. When his climax finally hit, the stallion couldn’t help but buck hard into the young mutt, which accidentally popped his knot into his fathers behind. This set off a chain reaction, as the old dog felt his sons knot pop inside his behind and his first instinct was to buck away from it. This in turn simply reenacted the act of tying, only now it was his knot inside his other sons behind. Heyoka couldn’t help but laugh as he stood up and stroked the last few shots of his cum across the three now tied canines.

With his balls empty and his head clearing of the Peyote, Heyoka noticed the time and decided to make a hasty retreat. With one last look at the three tired and panting canines, he collected his clothing and left the teepee, whistling a tune as he walked down the dirt road toward the houses in the distance.

“What the fuck is going on here!” An angry voice shouted a short while later, waking the three passed out nude and still very tied together canines. When they turned to look, an old stallion with a grey mane and dressed in full regalia knelt inside the doorway to the tent.

“Who’re you?” Frank asked, half awake and still rather high.

“I’m the medicine man” the old horse snorted in disgust, finally catching the scent of cum and sex in the air.

“Wait, if you’re the medicine man, then who was Heyoka?” Frank said as he tried to sit upright, but found he was still firmly stuck between…oh shit! Suddenly sober from the appearance of the actual medicine man, Frank suddenly became aware that not only had he tied one of his sons, the other had tied with him too!

“Heyoka? What the fuck was that prick doing here? Did he steal anything?” Medicine man snorted as he hurried inside his tent and went to look inside a small bag previously hidden on one side of the tent. “Goddamn bastard! He stole all my drugs again! You three, get dressed and get the fuck out of my tent before I call the tribal police!” the old horse snorted.

“We uh, need a moment…” Frank indicated, nodding down at their crotches where they were still effectively butt to groin.

“Out!” the medicine man bellowed, making the three canines’ wince and awkwardly grab their clothing before crawling out of the tent centipede style.

“Let’s not tell your mother about this…” Frank mumbled a little later, once they had all finally gotten unstuck from one another and dressed, finally back on the road toward home. At least this time he didn’t have to argue with his boys to stop arguing, mostly because no one could meet each other’s gaze.