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Danny and Jacob sat together at a bar, Danny with a glass of water, Jacob on his fourth beer. Danny had never cared much for drinking, but enjoyed hanging out with his best friend, and so didn't mind being the designated driver when they went out. Danny was a yellow lab and a bit of an introvert. Jacob was a deer and couldn't keep to himself for more than five minutes.

“Think the guy back there is hot?" Jacob asked. He then quickly added, “Don't look. Just yes or no."

Danny laughed a little to himself at how ridiculous Jacob was already getting only four beers in. “Jake, how do you want me to say if he's hot if I can't look?"

“Just look quick," Jacob clarified. “Sitting in the booth by the pinball machine. Poodle guy."

Danny glanced back behind them. The poodle in question was sitting at a booth with some friends, too wrapped up in conversation to notice the yellow lab who had turned to look at him. The guy was sharply dressed in a black jacket and a shirt underneath that had some album cover on it. He looked handsome enough. Seemed to be having a good time. Danny wasn't attracted to men, really. For that matter, it wasn't people at all that he was attracted to. It was ferals that did it for him, which he was not quick to tell anyone. The only one he'd trusted enough to tell was Jacob. The deer had actually been extremely understanding when Danny had told him, about a year ago, that he was a zoophile. It had been in the week after his pet german shepherd, Hanna, had passed away after a good, long, very well-loved life. Danny had been so stricken with grief that he could hardly leave his bedroom that week. Jacob had been there to listen. After having kept the relationship a secret the entire time it had been going on, talking had been really helpful. Telling all the stories of the moments he and Hanna had had, their little silly routines, the things that he had adored about her. Danny still wasn't “over" Hanna enough to get a new dog. Not even close. But sitting at the bar with Jacob, a little over a year after Hanna had passed, he felt a lot better than he had that week.

Jacob, impatiently waiting for Danny's verdict on the poodle guy at the booth, said, “Jesus, picture him on four legs if it helps you."

Danny turned back around to face forward, giving Jacob a harsh swat on the arm as he was turning. “Yeah, he's cute," Danny said. He glanced around to see if anyone would have heard Jacob's comment, but the spaces beside them at the bar were empty at the moment, and the room was noisy enough to drown out their conversation.

“Should I go say hi?" Jacob asked.

“Could I stop you?" Danny asked back.

Jacob got up and started heading over. Danny turned on his bar stool, sat back with one leg over the other, and watched.

At the booth, the poodle was sitting by himself on one side, while his two friends were sitting on the other side. Danny watched as Jacob slid right into the booth beside the poodle, who in surprise, scooched over and made room for the deer. The poodle asked Jacob a question, and Jacob, smiling, answered and held out his hand for the poodle to shake. The poodle said something and backed off further into the booth, not shaking the deer's hand. Jacob said one last thing to the poodle before getting back out of the booth and heading back to Danny at the bar.

“Not gay," Danny said, sitting back down.

“Why did you think he would be?"

“He looked cute!" Jacob defended. “You agreed he looked cute!"

“That doesn't make someone gay," Danny pointed out, with a bemused smile on his face.

“Whatever," Jacob said, and tilted his antlered head back to down the rest of his drink. When he set the empty glass back down, he said, “I feel more like getting a woman tonight anyways."

Danny snorted. “Good luck with that."

“Asshole."

“Prove me wrong," Danny said.

Jacob turned on his bar stool and scanned around the entire bar. Every woman in the place was already with a man. “Shit."

Danny snickered again, and finished his water.

“Let's go," Jacob said. He stood up, fumbled with his wallet, and placed a few bills on the bar. The bartender raised a hand in goodbye, and Jacob returned the gesture.

Danny left a tip on the bar, and followed Jacob out. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Danny asked, “Where to next?"

“I know a place."

“Gay bar?"

“Go fuck a feral horse's smelly asshole," Jacob said.

“Ooh," Danny said in pretend temptation.

Jacob put an arm over Danny's shoulder and pulled him into a quick side-hug as they walked. After taking his arm back, the deer said, “You've never been to this place, but I think you'll like it."

“Not gonna lie man, the bars are all kind of the same to me," Danny admitted.

“You'll like it," Jacob insisted, and refused to say any more on the subject until they arrived. Danny chalked it up to the deer being drunk, and went along with it.

The two of them walked a few blocks, turned a corner, and walked a couple more. “Sure we're actually going somewhere?" Danny asked at one point.

Jacob nodded, and repeated, “You'll like it."

Eventually, the two of them arrived at a quieter block, where the only place still open was a coffee shop. The illuminated sign in the window called it Insomniac Blend. Danny wagged his tail a little. “This really our place?"

“Yes sir," Jacob said, and held the door open for the yellow lab.

“If we're going to start going out to coffee shops instead of bars, I could get used to that."

“HA!" Jacob cackled, startling everyone in the place—including the older man drinking coffee at a table in the corner, the barista behind the counter, and Danny as well.

“Indoor voice, dude," Danny said, putting a hand on Jacob's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, and then taking it back.

“Sorry," Jacob whispered back, and then smiled.

The two arrived at the counter.

“Fun night?" the feline barista asked. He stood leaning on his hands over the counter, pen and pad ready to take their order. He was middle aged, and didn't appear thrilled to be up this late.

“Could be going worse," Jacob said.

“What can I get for you boys tonight?"

“4am blend, two sugar, whipped cream on top, spoon of cocoa powder," Jacob recited.

Danny furrowed his brow, and looked over at Jacob. “Do you come here a lot?"

“Boy has he lately," the barista said, pointedly yet deadpan, staring at the deer.

The deer shot back his best-effort charming smile.

“And for you?" the barista asked, turning to Danny.

Before the yellow lab could speak, the deer put an arm around the lab's shoulders, pulled him into a side-hug, and said, “Same for him too. 4am bl—"

“Yeah yeah," the feline mumbled, giving the deer a 'cool it' gesture with one hand. He looked at Danny a moment.

Danny tried to smile back the same way Jacob had, but realized very quickly that if Jacob's charm hadn't worked, then his own didn't stand a chance.

“Christ," the barista muttered, and shook his head. “Nothin but dorks these days." He reached into his pocket, fumbled for something, pulled it out, and set it on the counter. A single key on a nondescript keyring. “I'll have your orders up in just a minute," the feline said, and then turned and began working on the drinks.

Danny saw Jacob suppress a giddy laugh. “You okay?" the yellow lab asked the deer, whispering discretely.

“I'm good, I'm good," Jacob whispered back, nodding. He grabbed the key off the counter. “Come with me."

The deer pulled the yellow lab around the corner, and down the short hall, at the end of which were the men's room and the women's room. “Ordering us random coffee in the middle of the night was not a romantic enough date to make me gay for you," Danny said, half in teasing, half in actual warning. Jacob was pretty good about not genuinely hitting on his friend, but there were times when joking around went too far and Danny had to call him on it. The yellow lab was very suspicious of what the deer had in mind when dragging him to the restrooms.

The deer opened the men's room door, stepped in, and held it open for the yellow lab. “Come on."

Danny, not stepping inside, peered into the restroom. It was a single unit, with a toilet and a urinal rather than a line of stalls. “Jacob."

“Trust me," Jacob insisted, using a fake-angry pointed whisper.

Danny, who did trust Jacob more than he probably should, stepped into the restroom. Jacob closed the door behind them. Then, Jacob turned towards a wooden door on the opposite end of the room, which had no handle, only the lock face for a bolt lock. Danny got the impression it was a janitor's storage closet. Jacob put the key he'd gotten from the barista into the lock, turned it to unlock the door, and took the key back and put it in his front pocket. He then knocked on the door, rattling off a series of oddly specifically paused knocks.

After a second, there was the sound of another mechanism in the door turning, and then the door was pushed open.

Danny, startled to see a woman standing there on the other side of this random doorway in a men's room, stepped back against the door that lead out to the rest of the coffee shop. He felt like he should apologize and leave, even though logically, it was clear that something much more than he'd realized was going on here.

The woman was a greyhound, wearing a long black dress. She stood tall enough that the top of her head was level with the tops of Jacob's antlers. “Your key?" the woman asked Jacob, standing close enough to him that she had to crane her neck downwards to face him.

“Get it for me?" Jacob asked, overbrimming with coy energy as he looked back up at the greyhound.

The woman put a hand flat against his chest, knelt down slightly, and reached the other hand into his pocket. She took his key as he let out a stuttering exhale of enjoyment.

“Thank you," he said under his breath, eyes closed.

The woman rubbed his head, slinking one hand back between his antlers. She then looked over at Danny.

Jacob, snapping out of his pleasured haze, said, “This is my best friend Danny. Danny, Faith."

Danny did his best to smile, and offered Faith a wave, still standing against the door.

Faith stepped forward across the small bathroom and offered Danny her hand, saying, “Oh, good to finally meet you." Danny shook her hand, and felt a little less awkward.

“He's on me," Jacob mentioned, smiling and pointing to Danny. “Don't tell him how much none of you cost. Anything he wants—anything—don't tell him, just put it on my bill."

“Oooh, okay," Faith said, and stroked the back of her fingers down the side of Danny's muzzle. “You into any special kind of girls, Danny?"

“HAAA!" Jacob cackled, so loud that Danny was confident that it had once again started the old man outside drinking his coffee.

“I'm uh, maybe in the wrong place," Danny said, doing his best not to be rude about it, but pressing himself back even harder against the men's room door to try and slink back from the greyhound woman's touch.

Jacob walked over, and took Faith's place in front of Danny. “If you want to leave you can leave—"

“I really want to leave," Danny admitted.

“But!" Jacob went on. “I think you'll really like it. I think it'll be good for you. Trust me. You told me you don't hate how at least some women look, right?"

Danny sighed. “Look, dude. I appreciate it, but even that's like, one in a thousand. I don't know."

“Come look," Jacob insisted. “If you don't like it you can just hang out and I'll be in and out in fifteen minutes."

Faith snickered.

“Ten minutes," Jacob amended. As an aside to Faith, he said, “You know I'm good about my aftercare."

Faith acknowledged that yes, he actually was.

“C'monnn," Jacob said.

Danny considered it. He looked over at Faith, and asked, “Would it be weird if I don't end up interested in anyone?"

“Happens," Faith said with a shrug. “I wouldn't be bothered."

Danny took a deep breath, and then said, “Okay. Sure."

Jacob's hands shot up into the air in celebration, and he turned and walked through the secret door. Danny looked to Faith, who gave an 'after you' gesture. Danny followed Jacob in. Faith went through behind Jacob, and closed and relocked the door.

Past the door, there was a stairway leading down. The walls and ceiling were draped in dark red curtains, and the floor was carpeted black. Down at the bottom, a red light emanated from around the corner. Danny felt a fluttering in his chest as the three of them went down the stairs. Going out tonight, he had expected to have fun watching Jacob flirt, and then maybe drive the deer home or maybe drive home by himself. He hadn't expected anything remotely like this. It was true that he wasn't completely unattracted to women. It was rare, but it did happen. He had been at it solo for long enough that as he came to the bottom of the stairs, he genuinely felt he might go for it, if it seemed right. He had always been at least mildly curious what it was like with another person. It might not hurt to try.

Stepping around the corner, Danny was surprised to see a fairly large room down here under the coffee shop. Lit by low red lighting and decorated in black and crimson, the room was furnished all around with comfortable looking couches and big cushioned chairs. Throughout the room, half a dozen women sat relaxed, some of them wearing a slim dress like Faith, others wearing little to nothing. Danny gulped.

Seeing the three enter, a doe sitting on one of the chairs stood up and began walking towards them, dressed in a black lacy bra and otherwise completely naked. Danny glanced down at her nudity, then quickly back up, unsure if it was impolite to look. He figured it was almost certainly fine to look, but he wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

Jacob walked forward towards her, and when the two of them met, Jacob tilted his head and gave her a long kiss, and with his hand, squeezed her ass and then worked his way around to the front and slid his middle finger into her vagina. Danny guessed—almost hoped—that they had met before. After the kiss, Jacob gave her a tight hug. She hugged him back, though not nearly as tight, by the looks of it. After the hug, the deer stood beside the doe, facing Danny and Faith.

“Ellie, this is Danny," Jacob said, seeming very excited to show his friend around.

“Oh! Pleasure," Ellie said, smiling and giving Danny a wave.

Danny waved back.

“Mind if Faith shows you around?" Jacob asked Danny. The deer was looking over his shoulder, seeming interested already in disappearing with his doe friend. All around the room were doors, behind which, Jacob assumed were the rooms where all the business happened. Each door had a little foot-by-foot window at eye level, which Jacob was unsure of how to feel about. He supposed, given everything else, that the idea of being looked in on wasn't crazy compared to the rest of all this.

In response to Jacob's question, Danny said, “Yeah, that'd be alright." As he said it, he gave a glance over to Faith to make sure it was alright with her too.

Faith hooked her arm around the nervous yellow lab's.

“Cool," Jacob said, smiling. “Really, if you're at all interested in anyone in this place, have fun. These people don't judge. About anything." With that, Jacob winked at Danny, and then turned and headed for a room with Ellie.

“Ooooh," Faith said, looking down at Danny. “You're into something."

Danny smiled awkwardly, and scratched behind one of his floppy yellow lab ears. “Kinda."

“What is it?" Faith asked, her tone implying genuine curiosity.

“Rrrrather not say," Danny admitted. His heartbeat began to beat faster in his chest.

“Your choice," Faith said. “He's right though. We really don't judge."

“Yeah, I mean, I appreciate it, but…"

“Your secret to keep," Faith said, dropping the subject. “Wanna meet the other girls? See if any of them do it for you?"

“Heh. S-sure," Danny said. He felt a lot more nervous with Jacob not there anymore, but at the same time, he was eager to see if any of the women here were his type.

“And remember," Faith said. “I'm always an option too." With that, the greyhound leaned over and kissed the top of Danny's head.

Danny wagged a bit, and said, “Thanks, I'll uh… keep it in mind."

The two of them went around the room. They met with each woman, shared names, and Danny learned a little bit about each of them. They all seemed nice, and Danny could acknowledge that they were beautiful. Their naked or semi-naked bodies sent shivers through the yellow lab. But when he and Faith sat down on a couch together after meeting everyone, Danny admitted that he could hardly imagine himself with any of them. That he felt it would be more uncomfortable and awkward than fun.

“Is it feet?" Faith asked.

“I—what?" Danny asked back.

“Your thing you're into," Faith said. She slinked out sideways along the couch, and rested against Danny's side. Danny, unsure of what else to do with his arm on that side, rested it over the greyhound woman, who then took his arm and held it softly against her chest. “If it's feet, Tamara can take off her shoes and give you a look. A lot of guys who are into feet are into her."

With a giggle, Danny said, “It isn't feet."

“BDSM?" Faith asked, and nuzzled the back of her head against Danny's ribs, eliciting another laugh from the yellow lab. “I'll keep guessing weirder stuff until you tell me."

“It's not BDSM," Danny said.

“Scat?"

“Gross."

“Cubs?"

Danny made a gagging sound, half fake, half genuine. “Not cubs."

“Weirder than cubs?" Faith teased.

“Less weird than cubs," Danny insisted, feeling uncomfortable even talking out loud about cubs. In the spur of the moment, before he could second-guess himself, he decided he might as well go for it. “Ferals."

“Reeaallly?" Faith said, sounding surprisingly interested, like she suddenly had something she could offer him.

“Not like, someone pretending to be a feral," Danny clarified, in case it had been unclear. “Like, actual ferals."

“Ever done it with one before?" the greyhound asked.

“My dog," Danny said. “My uh, last dog. Had her a long time. We did a lot together."

“Aw."

Danny shrugged, not really wanting to talk about Hanna with someone he'd just met. Even if he could talk with her about his interest in ferals, it still felt a bit sensitive to talk about the dog he'd loved specifically.

“Follow me," Faith said, and then got up from the couch.

Danny stood and followed after her. She was headed for one of the doors.

“How's she look for you?" Faith said, using a hushed voice. The two of them stood in front of a door to a private room. Faith stepped aside so that Danny could look through the little window.

At first, Danny wasn't sure what he was meant to be looking at. Through the window, there was a space that looked like it was about the size of a hotel room, with a large bed against the far wall, dominating the room's space. The bed was covered with dark-red sheets. Beside the bed, a nightstand with a few things on it. Danny noticed a few things on the floor as well. In the dim red light it was difficult to say, but he swore that the things he could make out on the floor were a brown horse dildo, a red canine dildo, a white bone-shaped chew toy, and a stuffed animal shaped like a feral rabbit. Then, looking up at the bed again, Danny finally noticed the shape of a feral rottweiler dog, curled up and sleeping.

Danny's heart suddenly started racing.

“Like her?" Faith prodded.

“She looks adorable," Danny said. “Does she—"

“Oral, vaginal, and anal," Faith said.

“No, I," Danny began, and then tried again. His interest couldn't have been more piqued after hearing that, but that hadn't been what he was asking. “Would she be okay to wake up right now? I know it's late."

Faith turned the doorknob, and immediately, the rottweiler perked her head up. Faith opened the door, and the rottweiler hopped off the bed and came walking over, tail wagging happily. Faith bent down and lifted the rottweiler up. She handed her to Danny. As he held her, she craned her neck up and licked at his face. Danny smiled, and at first, he craned his head away trying to escape her kisses. Then, he remembered where he was, and what was on the table, and how Faith had proven that she didn't judge. Danny dipped his head down to meet the feral dog's kisses head-on, letting her tongue slobber its way into his mouth, licking back at the soft fur on her chin, stroking the back of her head as he held her. After a little moment, he said that she was a good girl and set her down. She went back into her room, picked up the bone-shaped chew toy, and brought it out to him. He knelt down and gently played tug of war with her. She was a medium breed—not small, but he could almost certainly win tug of war if he actually put his effort into it. But instead he made it seem even, and she happily played along, tail wagging rapidly behind her.

“Danny, Olive, Olive, Danny," Faith said, introducing the two.

“Hi Olive," Danny said, using a talking-to-a-feral voice as he continued to pull on the chew toy. He then recomposed himself for a second, and glanced around. He realized that the other women in the room were all peeking over their chairs and couches at him. When they saw him look, most of them shot back behind the chairs and couches. Danny heard one of their laughs echo through the room before she had been able to help herself.

Embarrassed, Danny settled down a bit. Rather than playing tug of war, he reached out and pet Olive's head.

“I can leave you two on your own if you'd like," Faith offered. “Just to play, or… for other stuff." She ran a hand down the back of Danny's head as she began to walk away. “If you decide you want to have some fun, there's some lube and a list of her commands on the bedside table. She can take the horse dildo in there in any hole, so, I'm assuming she won't have an issue with whatever you're packing. No offense."

“None taken," Danny said.

“Enjoy yourselves," Faith said, and then walked back to the other women.

Danny looked once again to the women in the room. One of them was still peaking over her chair at him. As he turned and stepped into the private room, he heard another uncontrolled burst of her laughter echo after him.

Olive, carrying her chew toy in her mouth, followed Danny into the private room. Danny closed the door behind her. She hopped up onto the bed and laid down on the foot of it, chew toy still in her mouth. She looked up at him, tail wagging. Danny sat down beside her on the bed. He ran his hand down her back, petting her sleek, soft coat over and over again. “What do you think, girl?" he asked.

Olive just wagged her tail at Danny talking to her. She continued to chew on her toy.

Danny got up, went to the bedside table, and picked up the sheet of commands, shuddering at the implications of the fact that her sheet of commands was laminated. At the top, it said, “Hello! My Name is Olive. I know these tricks:"

In a bulleted list, the sheet then listed seven commands: lickjob, sit, hold still, stand up, lie down, on your back, ass up.

At the end, the sheet said, “P.S.: It's okay if I eat the lube. In fact, I think it's fun to lick off ;)"

Danny felt shivers run through himself. As he had been reading the list, he'd felt a stirring inside his sheath. He turned and looked at Olive, who was looking over her shoulder back at him.

“Is this all true?" he asked her jokingly, pointing at the sheet.

Again, she wagged her tail at him.

Danny let out a very, very long sigh, running his hands back against his face. He was practically bursting to get out of his pants. “Okay," he said. “Okay, yeah, fuck it."

Danny undid his belt. Olive got up and sat on the bed in front of him, facing him. He set his belt aside, and then unzipped his pants. He pulled down his pants and underwear together, revealing his golden retriever manhood to the feral rottweiler. He trembled as she sniffed at his package enthusiastically. It had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched him down there. “Goooood giiiirl," he said, allowing her to continue as his red rocket slid out from his sheath. Before long at all, his member was rock hard and completely exposed, being inspected thoroughly by the feral dog's sniffing. He glanced over at the window on the door, and was greatly comforted to find the two of them were alone, unwatched.

“Not sure how I feel about these sexy commands, girl," he told her. He pet her head as she dug her nose into his balls. “I never liked the idea of training this stuff."

Olive sat back, and tilted her head at Danny.

With a smirk, Danny said, “Ass up."

Olive spun around to face away from Danny and then bowed her head and front half down, leaving her backside in the air, tail raised high, exposing her beautiful canine vulva and her beautiful canine asshole to Danny.

Danny giggled a little. “Guess you don't mind being trained, huh?" he said. He reached out and scratched the side of her butt. She leaned her butt into his scratches, wagging her tail.

Danny took a second to take off all of his clothes from head to toe. Naked, he crawled up onto the bed and sat with his back against the cushioned headboard. “Lickjob," he said.

Immediately, Olive laid herself down in the spot between his legs. She rested her front paws on his hips and began licking his hard cock, giving him long, thorough licks from the base all the way to the tip, over and over again. He reached down and pet her soft back as she licked at his manhood. He squirmed in pleasure from her licks, legs and toes curling and straightening. As she kissed and slobbered at his manhood, he felt his knot beginning to swell.

“Do you know stop?" Danny asked the feral rottweiler.

Olive stopped and looked up at him, head tilted.

“That works," he said.

He bent down and picked her up, sliding her body over his. He slid down the mattress. He laid above the covers with her, nude body to nude body, her resting on top of his chest, her legs splayed out to either side of him, the raw heat of her sex resting against his stomach. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

Olive looked down at him. Wagging her tail, she began to kiss him again. He kissed her back, letting her slobber fall into his mouth. He pressed his lips into hers, explored her teeth with his tongue. He lost himself in the joy of being so intimate with a feral dog again. He had half forgotten how genuinely nice it was. He hugged her weight closer against himself, reveling in the feeling of her fur on his.

After he had had his fill of cuddles, Danny rolled over onto his side, letting Olive slide off of him and onto the bed. Still rock hard, he walked over to the floor where the various 'toys' were. He picked up the big brown horse dildo. It was easily a foot long, if not more with the balls, and as wide around has his wrist. He looked at Olive. The rottweiler had gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, tail wagging.

“You can take all of this?" he asked.

Again, Olive wagged.

“Hold still," Danny commanded.

The rottweiler remained still. Danny walked up to her. As he came up to her, her mouth was perfectly even with his manhood. Unable to resist, he set the horse dildo beside her on the bed for the moment. He put a finger into her mouth, and opened her jaw. The rottweiler didn't give the slightest movement in reaction, and allowed her jaw to be opened. Through her now open mouth, Danny slide his penis into her muzzle, and moaned as her warm, soft, beautiful tongue pressed fully against the most sensitive parts of his shaft. He began pumping his hips gently back and forth, the tip of his member sliding against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Slowly, he gave a deeper thrust, until the tip of his cock pressed against her throat. He left it there, wagging his tail at the pleasure, before he pulled back out.

“On your back," Danny commanded.

Olive burst to life, tail wagging furiously as she tumbled over and laid on her back, legs spread wide, belly up, her sex facing towards Danny. Danny rubbed her belly, eliciting even more tail wags and even a thumping leg. He bent down and kissed her belly where he'd been rubbing it.

“Hold still," he commanded.

Olive again went statue still.

Danny walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube. He double checked that it was water based, which was the safest for ferals. After confirming that it was, he set the lube down on the bed so that the lube was to one side of the rottweiler's presented butt, and the horse dildo was to the other. Then, Danny knelt down on the floor, putting his face between Olive's spread legs.

He first ran his tongue over her feral canine vulva, giving the entire surface of it a wide, long lick. He kissed her pussy and lapped at it again and again, worshiping her sex. He got up higher and kissed the middle of her chest, then planted kiss after kiss lower and lower, down to where her fur thinned, down between her nipples, until again arriving at her vulva and kissing it for a long time, working his tongue inside, tasting her in and out.

Then, he lowered himself even further, down to the underside of her tail. He kissed her asshole, then licked it, over and over. When she was relaxed and loose enough he licked even deeper, his tongue slipping into her feral anus. He coated his tongue in saliva and prodded, until getting his tongue past her opening and deep inside of her, sliding his tongue along her inner walls.

When he was satisfied eating her out, he shuffled back a step on his knees. He took the horse dildo, and held it with one hand against his chest. Then with the other hand, he took the lube, and began coating the horse dildo it lube, rubbing it all over from the tip to the base. After coating the horse dildo more than sufficiently, he took was was leftover on his hand and rubbed it against Olive's tailhole, coating the outside.

He placed the head of the horse dildo against the feral rottweiler's ass. It seemed like a completely impossible fit, and he worried that Faith had been messing with him. At the slightest sign of the rottweiler hurting, Danny would stop.

Carefully, going very, very slowly, Danny began pressing the head of the horse dildo against Olive's tailhole. As Danny pushed, Olive's tailhole opened, and stretched wider and wider to accept the slightly bulbous head of the horse dildo as it pushed its way into her. With half of the head in, Danny was already amazed by how much the feral rottweiler's anus had expanded to take the toy. Danny continued to push. Soon, he couldn't even see her anus behind the fur, the dildo had expanded her so wide that the butt fur now concealed the actual point of penetration. He continued pushing in, until suddenly, it became much easier. The entire head must have gone in, and she was now taking in the shaft. Danny continued to push, and push, watching her carefully for any sign of pain. Eventually, the horse balls rested against her vulva.

Danny, amazed, let go of the dildo, and looked at the fit for a moment. They hadn't been lying at all: anything Danny could give, Olive could absolutely take.

Slowly, Danny pulled the dildo outwards. As he did, the way that her anus had been concealed before by the fur was reversed. While he pulled out, he could see how thinly stretched her tailhole was around the toy, and he was amazed that she hadn't reacted with the tiniest wimper, and had hardly even squirmed. After pulling it halfway out, he couldn't help himself, and began pushing it back in again. He carefully pumped her in and out with the horse dildo over and over again, mesmerized by her ability to accept something so massive into herself. He pumped the dildo in and out of her a little faster, causing her to rock back and forth on the bed. Far from displeased, he actually caught the feral rottweiler begin wagging her tail a few times before catching herself and holding still again. He kissed her belly, and continued to rock her back and forth with the pumping dildo.

After he had had his enjoyment, and felt that she'd had hers as well, he took the dildo out and set it aside on the bed. He saw that her anus was gaping, and he knelt there and stared into it, watching the way it stayed open, pulsed, contracted, stayed open again. It was completely mesmerizing. Once again, he began kissing and licking her now-gaping tailhole, and licking inside at the walls of her rectum, kissing the fur between her tailhole and her vulva. Part of him could quite gladly stay at it all night, but at the same time, he had been dripping precum basically since he'd taken off his pants and Olive had begun sniffing him. He was desperate to finally finish.

He looked back to the floor behind himself and reached to pick up the red canine dildo. He covered it in lube, and then gently pressed the head of it against Olive's feral butt, to the side of her tailhole. The feral rottweiler again wagged a couple of times before catching herself and stopping. If she had a command that told her wagging was okay then he would gladly give it, but he supposed that in a way, she did seem to enjoy following the commands she knew quite a lot, even the one to hold still. Danny gently placed the head of the red canine dildo against Olive's gaping tailhole, and then pushed it in. The head and shaft went in effortlessly, after she had already been warmed up by the much wider horse dildo. Danny was careful with the canine dildo's knot. He thrust the shaft in and out of her a few times, gradually beginning to push with more and more pressure with the knot against her opening on each thrust, until eventually she was opened wide enough that the knot slipped in. Danny held the dildo deep inside her for a moment, then let go of it. The knotted dildo stayed inside of the feral's tailhole.

Danny stood up. He crawled up onto the bed with Olive, dragging her up higher onto the bed as he did so, getting tail wags from her. With her on her back at the center of the bed, Danny knelt in front of her, lube in hand, more than ready to go. After rubbing some lube onto his cock, he took one more moment to admire the shape of this beautiful rottweiler in front of him, and then he positioned the head of his manhood against her vulva and pushed himself in, her sex gladly welcoming him in. The familiar hot feeling of the inside of a feral dog's pussy was heaven, and Danny let out a loud, involuntary moan of pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt. He told Olive she was a such a good girl, over and over again, and he continued to bask in her heat on his manhood. She pulsed against him, still unbelievably tight given what she was capable of taking.

He began to pull out again. He moved slowly, ready to burst at any second, not wanting to end it already. The feeling of her smooth, warm feral vagina walls moving against his member was bliss. As he moved, her vulva squeezed around his shaft the tightest, teasing out even more pleasure.

He lowered himself down so that his chest was flat over hers, and he kissed the tip of her muzzle. As he again began thrusting in, burying himself inside her sex, he kissed more passionately at her muzzle, until she began to wag, Danny feeling her tail thumping between his legs. Olive kissed Danny back, licking at the tip of his muzzle. Danny began humping, thrusting in and out of her feral vagina, his body pressed down against the heat of hers, the two of them kissing passionately. With one hand he held the back of her head, letting her rest against his cupped palm so that she could more comfortably look up at him as they kissed. With his other hand he stroked down the length of her body, petting her, digging his fingers in between her and the mattress and rubbing again and again down her side.

As he humped her, he could feel her humping against him as well, meeting his thrusts, sending both of them into further and further pleasure. With his hand that had been petting her, he reached down and began pressing on the base of the canine dildo that was knotted in her tailhole, making it pulse inside of her in little thrusts to add yet another source of pleasure for the feral. Danny felt his own knot expanding quickly. He kept himself close against Olive's sex as the two of them continued to thrust, feeling himself swell inside of her welcoming pussy walls.

Knowing he was about to burst, he tilted his head sideways and pushed his muzzle forward towards hers, the two of their muzzles locking together with one another in a deep, deep kiss. Then with one final deep push, he came into the beautiful feral rottweiler, trembling as he shot load after load inside of her, her opening squeezing tight around his base behind his knot.

He pulled up from the kiss. He caught his breath, while Olive continued to crane her head up to him to lick his chin. Still knotted, he continued to spurt into her, the pulses shooting every few seconds.

“That was amazing," he told her, and kissed her for a bit. “Thank you."

Very carefully, he rolled the two of them over, so that he was on his back, head propped up against the cushioned headboard, and she lied on top of him, their sexes still tied to one another. She continued to kiss him, and he continued to kiss her back, both of their tails wagging happily together.

After a while, she lowered her head, resting her chin over his shoulder. He stroked the back of her head comfortingly.

It was only at that moment that Danny noticed, though the door's window, several people crowded around looking at him. Already, his heart was racing and he was out of breath from what he and Olive had just done. He hardly had it in him to freak out as much as he would have if he'd been caught with a feral at any other time. He gave a small wave to Jacob, who was front and center in the crowd, jaw hanging open. Slowly, the deer waved back. Behind him, the women who had crowded around split off, leaving just Jacob. The deer held his hand up to the window and pointed down at an angle towards the door knob, then pointed to himself and then into the room. Danny gave Jacob a beckoning gesture, telling him it was okay to come in. Given that the deer had been watching anyways, it didn't really seem to make a difference with the door between them or without.

The deer opened the door, entered the room, and closed it behind himself. Olive perked her head up at hearing someone enter, but didn't try to turn around, probably very familiar with how being knotted worked. Instead, she rested her chin back on Danny's shoulder, and Danny again went back to petting the back of her head.

“So, yeah," Danny said to the deer, who was standing at the foot of the bed. “If you ever needed proof I was into this, I guess you have it."

“Into it might be an understatement," Jacob said. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't seem mad, or disappointed.

“How long were you watching?" Danny asked. He felt himself beginning to slip out of Olive. Olive, probably feeling it too, squirmed a bit atop the yellow lab's chest.

“Oh I've been watching since you started giving Lassie a rimjob," Jacob said. “I mean, I was in and out. I ducked out for a while when you were getting really into the horse dildo, and when you went back to her ass for seconds. I started calling everyone over so that they could see a pro at work when you finally put it in her. They were impressed, I think. You uh… you weren't kidding about how much they turn you on."

As Jacob finished talking, Danny's member slid out from Olive. Olive, still knotted with the dildo in her tailhole, darted off of Danny's chest and lied down between his legs, energetically licking off his manhood from all of the sexual fluids. As she did, Danny gave an awkward smile up to Jacob.

Jacob snickered, and said, “If a hug would make this less weird, I will gladly hug my naked friend who just finished fucking a hooker feral."

“Alright, yeah, let's do this," Danny said, and began to get up. As he did, Olive stopped paying his manhood attention, and instead ducked her head under her leg and started cleaning herself off instead.

Standing beside the bed, Danny and Jacob gave one another a long hug. It actually did feel a lot better after hugging it out.

“You did have a good time though?" Jacob asked.

“It was amazing."

“Told you it'd be good for you," Jacob said. With a smile, he stuck his tongue out.

Danny sat down on the edge of the bed. He gave Olive the commands “On your back" and “Hold still." Carefully, he put his hand on the base of the dildo that was still knotted inside of her tailhole.

Jacob, seeing this, said, “I don't think you have to— I think they can— okay, you're going for it. You do you." The deer leaned back against a wall, facing the opposite wall rather than looking at his nude friend working a dildo out of a feral canine's backside.

“Still okay with me being a zoophile now that you've seen it?" Danny asked.

“Oh, I am completely disgusted and I genuinely don't think I can look at you the same way again. I thought I was the depraved one and you were supposed to be all innocent, not drinking, never hitting on anyone, just a good boy not out to hurt anyone."

“I'm not out to hurt anyone," Danny defended. As he said it, he pulled the knot out from Olive's butt. He set it down on the bed, and then gave Olive the go-ahead to move again. She rolled back onto her front, and then sniffed the knotted dildo and gave it a couple of licks before going back to licking herself, now focusing on her tailhole. Danny didn't pet her, and instead gave her her space to clean up.

“Yeah, you're not hurting anyone," Jacob conceded. “You're still cool man. Thanks for putting up with my shit."

“Thank you for the same," Danny said.

The golden lab got up from the bed and started putting his clothes back on.

“Hey you didn't catch feelings, did you?" the deer teased, still facing the wall.

“What?" Danny asked. He finished doing up his belt, and bent down to grab his shirt.

“Danny's in love with a hooker dog," Jacob began to chant in a singsongy voice. “Danny's in love with a hoookerrrr."

Danny snickered. “It was an amazing time, don't get me wrong. We should definitely come back. Love feels a little strong."

“I bet it's two more visits before you start asking how much to buy her."

“I don't—"

“Bringing her nice doggy toys, offering to pay for her doggy school."

Rather than get worked up about his friend's teasing, Danny just shrugged, and gave Olive a long pat down the back and a goodbye kiss on the lips. “See ya soon, girl," he promised her.