Mr. Dryfus and Shadow
Mr. Dryfus and Shadow
This story contains anthro canine/humanoid m/m sexual situations. if this is objectionable to you or illegal in your location for any reason (including your age, access area, and all other reasons), then you are required to navigate away from this page and stop reading this story. Dedicated to a friend.
Matt 'Cocoa' Dryfus was just coming home after a long day at the vet's office. The tall black Labrador retriever had a cell phone trapped between his cheek and shoulder, as he stood on the porch of his two bedroom two bath suburban home. The sounds coming from the receiver were both soothing and frustrating to the young professional, as his wife explained that she would be on the road for another week and a half.
"Ryan blew out his voice in Chicago, so the whole tour was pushed back for make up dates. I'm sorry baby." Debbie murmured, the collie bitch's voice drifting across the country to Matt's floppy ear.
The news actually made the canine whine a little bit, "I... I understand baby. It's just been frustrating with you out on the road for so long. I'm at my wit's end at work, up to my neck in pets and pulling 11 hour shifts while we break in the new guy. It's been rough."
Debbie's tone took on an unexpected lilt, somewhere between teasing and cruel, "Oh I know sweetie. And to think, I'm about to go into heat as well. And I'd have an entire month off when this tour is over for you to... take care of that for me. As it is, I'm forced to surround myself with horny rockstars and groupies..."
The black lab dropped his keys as he listened to his mate's words, "W-what?!" He fumbled for the keys, finally scooping them up off of the welcome mat. "Why are you TELLING me this? What the fuck Deb, I..."
"Which is why I booked my own hotel room, and I called Mandy an hour ago and told her to make sure that Shad would be ready for you by the time you got home."
Matt nearly dropped his keys again, but managed to unlock the front door after a few seconds. 'Shad' was his wife's nickname for their pet, Shadow. Matt had rescued Shadow from work a couple of years ago, when his owner abandoned him rather than pay his vet bill. The conscientious veterinarian had his new pet's tubes tied so that he could be let out of the house without adding any new litters to the world. Then the dog gifted Shadow to his wife as a slightly early anniversary gift, and the two had been inseparable ever since.
"Now don't be a prude dear. You've done it before, and so have I. And I have the video to prove it. So as I sequester myself in my own personal abbey, you enjoy yourself, and I'll be home soon."
The black Labrador was silent for a couple of seconds. He didn't deny what she said, and he wasn't going to deny himself tonight. He simply responded, "Love you." before hanging up the phone and putting it in his pocket. He stepped inside and quickly locked the door. The canine took his time, slowly stepping out of his labcoat to hang it on a hook. Then he walked into the master bedroom. He stripped his shirt off and allowed himself the luxury of a stretch and a couple of deep breaths to steady himself. But the pants had to come off, they were too tight, and the call from his wife had him too worked up. The dog stood, naked, in front of the full length mirror. His corded thighs framed big black-furred churning balls. With a shaking paw, Matt slowly fisted back his sheath so that he could finger that 8 inch ebon spike. He touched himself for nearly a minute, before calling out, "Shadow! Come here boy!"
It was only a few seconds later that the canid caught a glimpse of the smaller form in the mirror, padding across the floor. In his best commanding voice, Matt said, "Up on the bed Shad. Get up there boy!"
By the time the lab turned around, his pet was up on the bed. Mandy had prepared Shad well. He stared up at his master with baby blue eyes, while licking his trembling, soft feminine lips. The lad's tan, hairless skin was freshly bathed, still slightly moist and more pinkish with the heat of his bath. The pinkest parts of the elf were at the very tip of those slightly pointed, blushing ears that were only partly veiled by his thick caramel blonde hair, and his turgid five inches, kept engorged by a firm pink rubber cockring. Matt's own length throbbed and spat out a copious glob of precum when he saw how his pet had reclined: with a knee tucked up to his chest so that his master could see what was on offer. The canine slowly spread his own natural lube from his narrow tip all the way down to the dog's thick base as he eyed his prize. Though he was sure that Mandy hadn't done it herself, Matt assumed that Shadow was instructed to lube his asshole liberally. That tight, clean pucker shined with a light sweet oil. There was no need for protection, not even a thought or hint of a condom, which allowed the boy to treat himself with the finest synthetic lube on offer.
The canine licked his lips and quickly crawled onto the foot of the bed. He murmured, "Good boy. How's my sweet pet?" as the dog reached forward with a fuzzy index finger to test the slickness and the tightness of the elf's rear end. The flushing elf replied in a quavering voice, "I'm very well Mr. Dryfus, thank you s-eeeep! S-sir." The lad's eyes squeezed shut as he managed to finish his sentence. The hand that wasn't pulling his knee to his chest balled into a fist, twisting and tugging the bedsheets. The elf's master chuckled through a light panting, and commented, "You always call me Mr. Dryfus. Why not try 'Matt' while we're playing like this?" He slowly fucked his fuzzy black finger in and out of Shadow, watching the boy squirm helplessly. The elven lad whimpered a bit before he could manage to reply, "That just seems... so improper, sir."
The dog couldn't help but laugh at that. "OK boy, OK." Normally Matt would take this slow, but he was so pent up and Shadow was just so tempting. He allowed the elven boy to hold that leg up for him, but he gathered the other leg in the crook of his left arm and doubled the boy up, rolling his weight right back onto his shoulders. Shad gasped and whimpered a little as that hot canine dick probed wetly at his behind. It took only seconds for the black canine to find that tight point of heat and push through, with a strangled howl. A dog's penis is built to penetrate, a firm but fleshy spike to take the willing and the unwilling alike. The black lab's dick hilted all the way to his rapidly forming knot within the lad compressed under him. Shadow cried out and squirmed helplessly as his master started a quick, steady rutting of that tight little hole.
The events of the day, the frustration of not seeing his wife, all of that was washed away for Matt. His world became all about spilling his seed into this boy. His hips rose and fell as he enjoyed the feral act of pinning his pet down, pressing his knees to that hairless chest, and just rutting into that body. All the while the elf squirmed, tears of pain and of utter joy cascading down his cheeks as he fought for breath. If it weren't for the cockring constricting his smallish penis, he might have cum already. But he accepted the fact that the time for his pleasure was entirely up to Mr. Dryfus.
It took less than ten minutes for Matt to stop thrusting, and just grind himself against the trapped elf with the upturned rump. His balls nestled into that tight space between canine thighs and Shadow's spread asscrack. Shad's legs started kicking, fingers and toes clenched as that huge canine knot ballooned inside of his body. When it was the size of a baseball, the dog reached down and rolled the rubber cockring off of the boy's dick. With a breathless squeak, the lad tossed his head back and forth and moaned girlishly! Two rough pulls of the retriever's paw was all it took. He painted his tummy with five rapid squirts of impotent elf seed, and clenched down hard just behind his master's knot. The lab's hips shook, just vibrating for a second. Then Matt lunged in to part his jaws and force his tongue into the boy's open mouth. The floodgates opened, and eight inches of canid manhood pulsed in time with with the dog's heartbeat.
Shadow suckled weakly on Mr Dryfus' tongue. His ears were flushed, but not just with the sensation of feral sex and amazing orgasm. He was flushed with the pride of a job well done, as he felt half a pint of hot doggy jizz irrigate his ass. After Matt broke the kiss, the boy managed to croak, "Thank you, Mr. Dryfus." He pulsed his lewdly speared hole once in a while, to bring as many aftershocks of pleasure to his owner as possible. But the Labrador had allowed the elf's leg to drop from his grasp, and his body sunk to paste black fur to smooth, tanned flesh. He snored lightly in Shad's ear, as the boy wiped his tears off on the underside of his master's muzzle. The lad relaxed and gathered his strength for the long night of mating to come. Though it was somewhat rare for Matt to fuck the boy, when he allowed himself the pleasure it was a lengthly affair. The canine's record was four times before breakfast, but since they started a little bit early, the elven lad was shooting for five!