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Returning home, even if it is only a half-hour run from the university, for the first time seemed like a wonderful thing up until I actually needed to leave. Me and Samantha had been fooling around, safely to avoid any unplanned complications, during her heat but now the university required its students to return to their homes for a little while as it refurbished the library and a few other places thanks to what they termed as 'unforeseen events'. Samantha and I met up just before we left the university for our homes and we both just knew that we'd be restless without the other to help relieve our 'tension'.

We both say goodbye to the other and before long I'm walking down the stone pavements on the streets of Maple Hills. I reach the street my house is on but just as I do I can hear a car slowing down but not stopping as it follows my casual walking pace, my tongue hanging out as I pant after my run there.

"Here boy! Come on!" A man shouts to me from out of the sunroof of the car, his upper body sticking out and one of his hands waving around a dog treat. "Look boy! I've got a treat for you! Roll over! Roll over boy!" I try to ignore him but something hard hits my head and I turn and give a threatening growl before the car speeds off down the road.

"There're always a few." I sigh to myself as I turn to look down at what had hit my head. On the ground I see a large red KONG dog toy, the ones that have dog treats inside them that the dog plays with and chews to get the food out of. The large red ribbed toy must have been thrown by the man in an effort to antagonise me since, although secretly many sentient feral canines enjoy dog toys and things due to our instincts, it's considered incredibly degrading if one is seen using, or even acknowledges having ever used, a dog toy in polite public company amongst sentient ferals or even worse, anthros. "Well, I shouldn't just leave it here. I could sell it or something." I tell myself before picking the toy up and continuing my walk to my house.

My eyes fall on the comforting sight of my home, its four walls having contained my youth as well as could be hoped for by my parents since I was pretty energetic when I was younger. I pad my way to the front door and walk through, my identification collar meaning the door unlocks for me. Realising the embarrassment, awkwardness, and all the questions from my parents that would ensue if they saw me with the toy in my mouth, I quickly bound up the stairs, down the hallway and into my room.

"Fraser! That better be you because if it isn't I'm going to show you the meaning of-"

"It's fine mum! It's me!" I cut my mother off as I tuck the toy away. I look around my room and it's basically how I remember leaving it before heading to university, Mother probably felt the need to root around in the guise of cleaning it while I was gone. There's a certain leniency when it comes to secret 'activities' in a sentient feral household, especially canine ones. It's damn near impossible to cover up the scent of sex before someone smells it so it's kinda expected that teenagers and adults get humpy sometimes and, at least for my family, sentient ferals accept that it happens and move on; the fact that we don't really wear clothes so everything hangs out for the world to see might also help to desensitise most sentient ferals from that sort of thing as well.

Once the large red toy is tucked away, I make my way back out of my room and pad my way downstairs to the kitchen where I can hear both my parents.

"Fraser!" My mum shouts with joy as I walk in, it's only been a little while since she last saw me but I accept the affection she doles out. "Dad's made dinner so I guess we can start eating now, since you're home." My mum says before I can talk and then forcefully ushers me to a seat at the kitchen table, really a soft cushion on the floor. The kitchen table itself is low down to the floor, so is pretty much everything in a sentient feral house, to make it easier for us to reach the top of it. Opposable thumbs, and sentient ferals' lack of them, mean that sentient feral houses are designed not to need them, from the toilets to the hob in the kitchen, it's all designed thumb free. "So, are you enjoying university? How are your classes going?" My mother questions as we all start eating.

"University's been really fun, I've got a cool roommate and I think I'm doing okay in my assignments." I tell her. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Luise gave birth to a lovely litter two weeks ago. Your mother has been going on about it for ages, buying gifts and things." My dad says in his typically light-hearted way.

"Oh! How's Samantha?" I give a wry smile at this, Mother probably thinks she's made it seem like she'd just pulled the question out of thin air but one look at my dad's face tells me that he also knows what brought this up.

"Samantha's doing fine, we've been hanging out in our free time between studying."

"That's nice." The subtext to this statement is enough to bury me but I try to move the conversation on as best I can.

"I'll tell her you said hi. Oh! I just remembered! She suggested we all do something together to celebrate me and her surviving the start of university. Would that be okay?"

"I'm sure I can think of something fun to do." My dad says with a thoughtful look. "If it's okay with you honey?" He says looking at Mum with what I can tell is his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

"Of course! It'll be nice to see Samantha again, it'll also get her out of that prison her parents call a house."

The night goes on with bits of small talk dotted here and there, my mother constantly trying to draw out more about me and Samantha in her unsubtle way, but soon it's time for bed.

"Night mum! Night dad!"

"Night!" They both shout back as I make my way upstairs and into my room. I let out a sigh of relief, all I could think about was Samantha after Mum first brought her up oh so elegantly. Mother and Father know me and Samantha are dating, and I'm sure my mother is crafty enough to realise that Samantha might at least be approaching her heat soon or may even be in heat. I took a long shower before leaving the university just to avoid either of my parents sniffing out Samantha's heat on me.

My sheath twitches as my mind conjures up the memories of me and Samantha's quality time together recently, 'Why! Maybe I could sneak on over and we could meet up.' I shake my head. There'd be more chance of me being able to stop myself from humping something tonight to calm myself down than there would be of Samantha's parents not finding out about her sneaking away. The trouble that would cause is definitely something I want to avoid for Samantha.

Ever since Samantha went into heat it's like my libido has gone into overdrive, Samantha was always there for me to mate with and empty my balls into her wet, clenching- I shake my head, trying to clear the horny thoughts filling it but it doesn't seem to work, Samantha just keeps cropping up. I move over to my bed and lay on my side, or at least try to but there's something under it that refuses to let me get comfortable. With a frustrated growl, I pull the object out to see the large red KONG toy from earlier, I hadn't really paid any attention to where I'd tucked it away in my rush but now it's out in the open again. I can feel my penis tingle between my legs and I suppress a needy whine as it seems to beg for something around it so I can unload my balls and quell my lust.

All my pillows are still at the university, I'd stupidly left them there thinking this would only be a short trip home and that I'd be fine without Samantha, so that's one humpable option down. Next my brain tells me I could just use my muzzle; It's not wrong, I'm fully capable of taking my entire length into my muzzle, but knotting your own muzzle, as mind-blowingly pleasurable as it is, gets really annoying when you're stuck with your teeth tickling the base of your knot because of the awkward position you're in. A lickjob is always fun but I can tell that in my current state I won't be satisfied unless my knot is firmly lodged inside something just like it would be if I was making love to Samantha and her wet, inviting vagina.

My mind is filled with me and Samantha and my penis swells with mounting need but there's nothing I can hump and knot to get myself off, or is there? I look at the ribbed dog toy lying near my front paws. There's a hole and that's all my horny mind needs as I position myself with my front paws holding the toy with its inviting hole towards my throbbing erection. I thrust my hips forward and need to bite my own tongue as I feel my length quickly enter, the toy's subtle internal ridges teasing my sensitive member pleasurably.

After my first thrust it's all over. There's no way to hold myself back as I hump forcefully into it, my hips moving quickly as I jackhammer into the dog toy. Each time my tip reaches the small hole at the top of the red toy beneath me I imagine it's Samantha's cervix that my tip is moving through, my eyes closed tight as my head spins with lusty images.

I let out pleased snarls as I shoot my pre-cum all over the inside of the toy while humping into it, the growing slickness only adding to my pleasure. The base of my penis bulges up as my knot grows and I soon need to fight to stop myself from whining in satisfaction as my sensitive knot pushes in and out of the hole of the toy as it grows with each forceful thrust. This is it, this is what my horny body needs right now. A hole to stick my penis into and one that's seemingly getting smaller and smaller as my knot expands. I shove my knot through the hole in the toy but this time it's become too big to get back out, instead I can feel my fully engorged knot pressing against the inside of the toy as though it was made to hold it. My tip starts spewing my semen out the top of the toy and onto my floor. My thrusting keeps going as my front paws can no longer keep the toy where it is, the toy knotted between my legs jumps about as I hump the air. It's not perfect, not as perfect as Samantha, but my body doesn't seem to mind as wave after wave of pleasure launches through me, the toy tightly embracing my knot like the muscles of a bitch would. Who knew a dog toy could bring you so much pleasure?

I open my eyes and look between my legs and have to chuckle a little at the strange sight of the KONG toy dangling where my penis should be. I ride out my orgasm and each shot of my semen causes a line of watery off-white to appear on the floor below me. All too soon I feel my knot begin shrinking and with a bit of effort and flexibility I manage to pull the toy off my knot with a gratifying pop. I lick up the evidence of my 'playtime' with the KONG toy from the floor and lay back down on my bed looking at the large red toy. My scent radiates from the toy after my intimate time with it and it's only going to get worse depending on how long it takes the university to finish what it's doing "I think we're gonna find out just how much mental and physical stimulation a puzzle toy can give me."