Good Company
#2 of Safety
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Shadowy figures pass the clouded window making lewd noises as they walk past. Their voices, being picked up by my alert ears send me into a silent panic.
"Ha, there did you see that, some idiot blue-fur just ran past us!" one voice says.
"I saw him too," says another in a deep raspy tone, "Let's get him!"
The group of shadows run off away from the small abandoned shop, in which I'm sitting, after some poor fur who just happened have some blue fur. Rooting and howling as they run through the lamp lit streets, the group make their way towards the helpless innocent fur.
One yells off in the distance, "Guys, I found him!" the aggression in his voice makes him sound feral, growling accentuating each syllable.
I close my eyes, plugging my ears so I don't have to hear the sounds of pain I know are coming. I sit cringing at the disgusting thoughts of reality.
A single pair of running footsteps approach the building, running past whimpering. The poor fur must have escaped. Then, unplugging my ears, I hear the rowdy riled up sounds of the group chasing him. They scream and shout for him to come back but the fur never hesitates for a moment, running faster than the group can.
The group's steps get closer and closer, stomping loudly in their aggressive pursuit. I hear the heavy panting of some of the members. They're right outside the cloudy window. Casting dark shadows on the large window, the group of six or seven panting furs stands directly in front of the old store where I'm hidden.
"Fuck it, the blue-fur's not worth it anyways," one voice pants, catching his breath.
Please don't see me. Please don't see me.
I shift slightly, trying to remove myself from the light of the window. My foot paws knocks over a glass bottle onto the floor. I see it fall and crash in slow motion, knowing the sound will alert the angry mob of my presence.
The group outside immediately silences, their ears pointing purposefully upwards in attention. One of them gestures towards the door, "Hellllooo little bluey," he says in a sing-song voice.
POUND POUND
He slams on the door with his paw, "Why don't you be a good little boy and open the door," he says with increasing aggression.
POUND POUND!
I awake in a cold sweat, breathing hard, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.
Knock knock knock
"Aiy!" I yelp, ducking under the covers at the sound of knocking on the bedroom door.
"Lucas, Christ kid when are you gonna get over your fear of breakfast?" Maximillian pokes his through the open door. A wave of relief washes over me as his kind eyes find mine. He walks over and hands me the tray of food, "Another nightmare?"
I nod slightly, my heart still beating hard against my rib cage.
"Well I guess it makes sense," the wolf says shrugging his shoulders, "It'd be weird if weren't a bit traumatized knowing what you've been through."
"I guess," I say picking at the food on my plate, not really hungry at the time being.
Maximillian looks over to me and notes my drooping ears, "Hey, you know what, I've got something that might put a smile on your face," he says excitedly jumping from his seat and heading towards the door, "I'll be right back."
My ears perk up in curiosity as he leaves the room. His steps echo through the wooden house. As a door opens far from my room, I hear Maximillian whistle, followed by a second set of footsteps as the door shuts. The jingle of tags on a collar rings down the long hallway as the two sets of steps approach the door of my room. Maximillian enters back into the room, "Come on Jack!" he pats his thighs summoning the creature forth. A tan and black snout appears though the askew door. It sniffs at the air, probably picking up the scent of the bacon that's on my plate, then enters: it's a large feral German Shepherd. He looks at me, head cocked to the side in curiosity, inspecting me with both sight and smell. "This is Jack," Max says, ruffing up the fur between the pointy ears of the dog, "He's big but don't worry he's the nicest dog you'll ever meet. And he-" Max kneels down and pets Jack, "Will be keeping you company while I'm gone. Go on!"
Jack jumps on to the bed and gives my face a healthy licking, "You're leaving?" I say, heart dropping.
"Well how do you think you're getting your breakfast? I gotta go grab some more food," he says walking over and giving Jack a pat of the head, "Don't worry, Jack's good company, and it'll only be for a couple hours."
"Okay," I say in a drawn out sigh, "Just... come back soon."
"Like I would do any differently," he sarcastically replies, "I'll be as fast as I can."
"Thanks."
Max exits the room walking quickly through the house to the door. The front door opens, then slams shut, echoing through the house with a low pitched boom. After the sound recedes from my ears, I begin to take a closer look at Jack: he is a gorgeous dog, his fur well kept, muscular and well fed. His eyes, a dark amber surrounded by black fur that have a look of intelligence I have never seen in a feral before. His pink tongue lolls of the side of his muzzle, moving up and down with each excited breath he takes, "Well hi there Jack," I say, scratching him behind the ears, "You're a nice guy aren't ya?"
Growling in approval he lies down next to me. I scratch the side of his torso, pushing playfully at his chest. He rolls over on to his back, exposing his soft belly for a rub. I blush and look away for a second, noticing the large sack in between his hind legs. "Guess you aren't fixed then are you boy?"
He of course thinks nothing of it, completely unashamed showing off his sheath as long as a he gets his belly rub. I get over the embarrassment, shaking my head and continue rub his belly looking anywhere other than between his legs... But my curiosity gets the best of me. I stare long and hard at the two balls between his strong hind legs that connect to a plum sheath. This dog must be packing something huge, I think to myself, staring wide-eyed at the size of his sheath. Without realizing it, I had stopped rubbing Jack's belly a few seconds ago. Jack gets impatient and wriggles in anticipation, waiting for me to continue his belly rub. As he shifts, my paw grazes over his sheath accidentally. I retract my paw quickly, scared and secretly exhilarated by what just happened.
Jack's tongue hangs out even further than before as he begins to pant heavily. Well I looks like he likes it... I guess it couldn't hurt, I reach out cautiously and wrap my paw around his sheath. Jack, in a mixture of whining and growling, shows his approval with an involuntary thrust of his hips. I'm red in the face, starting to pant myself as I begin rubbing my paw across his sheath. Jack's breathing becomes heavier, vocalizing his approval as I stroke his full sheath, "Grrff," he growls, as a dot of red appears at the entrance of his sheath. I continue rubbing, moving faster as the dog's red rocket peeks out, engorging faster the more I stroke.
Jack is panting hard now, his cock hanging out over a foot long with something big still to come. Stroking with and increased intensity, I feel a bulge forming in his sheath. I realize that I have a bulge of my own, tenting my pants with a wet spot of the tip. I continue stroking Jack's inflated sheath as I unbutton my pants to release my unattended cock. As soon as I release my shaft from its confines it springs to life, thwapping against my chest. I grab my shaft and start stroking as I move my paw other paw off of Jack's sheath and onto his long red cock.
Jack shifts in excitement, getting up from lying down so he may assume a more appropriate position. He starts humping my rough padded paw, slicking it with copious amounts of pre-cum that pour out of his tip. He pumps his hips rapidly, bumping my paw against his sheathed knot with every thrust. I push as he pushes to release his imprisoned knot. It slides out of his tight sheath, the size of a tennis ball. I gasp in excitement, blushing at its size. I match the rhythm of his thrusts with the strokes of my own cock. I gaze longingly at the glistening red rod as it pumps through my paw, I wonder...
I let go of own hard cock, grasping a second paw around Jack's knot. As he grunts in delight, I bend under his body and lick the tip of his thrusting cock. With each push I get sample of the salty taste of German Shepherd pre, loving every taste I get. I dive in further, engulfing more and more of his shaft in my mouth. His thrusts intensify, rocking my head back with the force of his humping. I let go, letting him thrust as far in my mouth as he wants, and begin furiously stroking my waiting shaft. His cock quickly finds the back of my throat, coating my tongue with pre as it goes in.
"Mm- mmm- mm-" I groan in delight at the salty taste of his cock. Jack takes a few last strong thrusts, the humps forward, driving his length into my throat, his knot itching to get inside my mouth. Throbbing, his cock pumps sticky seed into my stomach, pumping me full of doggy cum. I pull back, allowing myself to breath and get a taste of that wonderful fluid. I drink up every last bit, my stomach bulging with the sheer volume of cum. I lick my lips and I pull the cock out of my mouth, making sure to get every last taste.
Jack backs up, panting with his tongue hanging low, and spots my unfinished rod. He wraps his long tongue around my shaft, licking up and down every inch of my red rod. Then moving lower, he runs his tongue across my full balls, evoking a gasp of pleasure from my mouth. His licks are bringing me so close to finishing, he must sense this as he pulls his head back, then engulfs the entirety of my cock in his muzzle, "Mmm, YES JACK!!" The heat of his mouth finishes me instantaneously. I pump me seed into his mouth, thrusting my hips with each spurt of cum. I collapse, lying down along with Jack whose mouth still warms my cock. I'm panting with a huge grin of pleasure on my face, "Good boy, Jack," I say petting his head still containing my cock.
"I told you he was good company didn't I?"
I jump, quickly pulling the covers over the dog sucking my dick, "It's... I-"
Maximillian strolls over, and casually lifts the blanket back up, "Don't worry about it kid," he strokes Jack's fur, "You put on a good show. Nobody can resist that dog anyways, not even me." He takes Jack's throbbing cock and squeezes hard, producing a glob of cum on the tip. Dipping his head, he closes his eyes and takes a long lick, slurping up the cum, "Aah, never gets old."
I'm stunned as he kisses up and down Jack's cock, passionately caressing it as a thing of beauty, "How about another round, Lucas?"