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"Field Practice"

"Alright, Dusty..." Hunter said as he inserted the neon yellow, slightly slobbery tennis ball into the barrel of the launcher he had in his right hand. "We're going to do this whole course now." The retriever looked at the coyote who stared back at him with his hands across his chest.

Dusty was dressed in a complimentary suit of Road Rovers armor prepared just for him, the shiny dog head buckle, the fancy new 'RR' etched over the heart of his chestplate, it was a new look that Master Shepherd was going for before the team broke up ten years before, and it still looked as good as new. He slowly made his way toward the starting line, his tail swishing behind him as he placed his fingers to the ground and lowered himself to one knee. "Now, Hunter remember...?"

"I know, I know." Hunter replied with a chuckle. "I won't run and fetch it this time, this is all you and those new Super Kickers of yours." He said, his voice trailing off as he programmed the launch into the gun. "Now, you have thirty seconds to reach the end of the course before this puppy pops and sends the ball sky high. You catch it, you win. Are you ready?"

Dusty exhaled slowly, putting his fingertips flat to the ground and looking forward. "Ready." He said.

"Get set..." Hunter's words made Dusty clench his backside to get ready for a burst of speed, even in the armor he was wearing, he could feel every part move, every muscle shift and he then inhaled slowly. They hung long in the air, which made his anticipation rise slowly within his chest. He could practically hear the hands of his watch ticking as he waited there; poised to strike. "GO!"

As soon as Hunter's final word barked from his muzzle, Dusty took off like a shot. His feet kicked up a hefty cloud of dust as the armor's built-in, rocket propelled boots thrust him hard and fast toward the obstacle course. He glanced behind him, watching as the tennis ball was launched in a high, almost imperceptible arc up into the clear blue sky and Dusty felt the wind wrap around his face and even made his muzzle flap as he faced forward again to get to his first obstacle. He hiked up his feet and danced through the long line of staggered tires, his feet expertly landing in each one's center, each of which shooting up a geyser of sand as he lifted his foot to move onto the next one. He reached the end of the tires and was instantly on a round track. He then threw himself to the monkey bars and swung forward, skipping three to four rungs at a time until he reached the end. He kicked his feet up and swiveled back before dismounting and landing at the starter mark of the track. He then bolted down the track, making it to the end where there was a climbing wall waiting for him. Grabbing the rope, he began to climb, using his feet to anchor him to the wall as he made his way up and over the twenty foot obstacle. He flung himself over the wall and dropped to the ground, still feeling impressed over how cushioned the drop was against his ankles.

"Go! Go! Go!" He could hear Hunter egging him on as Dusty thrust his legs forward, feeling another burst of speed as he could see the ball falling from the sky directly toward the end of the stadium.

Dusty hit the bleachers and ran up the center row of steps like he was in a runway, it was closer now, he could hear the sound of the ball wobbling from the atmosphere and heading straight back down to earth. He needed to intercept it. He reached the top of the steps and saw it; a little more than a dot in the sky but it was falling toward him fast. He didn't stop, he leaped with all his might from the bleachers, causing the metal to rattle and fill the sky with the profoundly loud noise of his departing the ground. Dusty turned slowly, mid-air probably close to one hundred feet off the ground and the ball was flying straight toward him. He opened his mouth and--

The impact nearly sent him flying backwards, but Dusty managed to catch the ball in his teeth before it ended up in the back of his throat. The surprise threw him back a little bit, but he managed to recover his descent a little by performing an aerial backflip as he fell from the sky over a hundred feet in the air and came down hard to the ground. The impact shielded his feet and his knees, but his torso buckled over and he let out a loud gasp for air before he crumpled to the ground. Everything in him screaming in pain, Dusty almost immediately blacked out.

"Dusty? Dusty! Are you okay?"

Hunter's words slowly began to lull Dusty into unconsciousness as he looked up and could see the worried canine over him, almost close enough to--"Nnnh fine..." Dusty said at last as he took a deep breath. "Just got the wind knocked out of me, I think."

"I did not like that impact." Hunter said. "I think it's best you keep those boots to straight running and not flying. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Dusty sat up abruptly and grunted. "I said I'm fine." He said as he took Hunter's outreached hand and got to his feet, only to immediately wobble and almost fall down. Hunter caught him and righted him again. "Woo. As soon as everything stops spinning, at least." He said.

"Alright kiddo. Let's get you home. Your dad would probably be mad if I killed you with your new suit today."

"I keep telling you he's not my--"

"Fine. Fine, your master...doctor...whatever he is. Doctor Peregrine wouldn't be happy."

Dusty smiled slightly, unsure of whether Hunter was actually right about this or not, but he decided it's best not to take that chance.

The car ride home wasn't long, but it was intensely quiet. Hunter occasionally glancing through the rear view mirror at Dusty and Dusty simply looking out, watching the world fly by. A soft breeze flowing through the cracked window brushing his fur back. After getting out of his armor, Dusty was dressed in his usual casual outfit; a pair of hiking shoes, khaki shorts that fell just barely to his knees and a black v-neck shirt that fluttered ever so slightly loosely on him. He wasn't seriously injured in the fall, but Hunter worried the coyote might have gotten a bruise or two to his ribs. But his stubbornness was irritating, to say the least. Three weeks since he became their charge and he was already diving into experiments that could kill him, it was definitely a habit of his.

Dr. Peregrine's house was quiet when they pulled into the driveway, clearly the doctor wasn't home and as Hunter came to a stop, Dusty rested against the back seat and looked at him. "Want to come in?" He asked. "The doc's out of town for the weekend, some conference in Nuremberg or something."

"Oh. Sure."

The two got out of the car and made their way to the house; a sudden silence in the local neighborhood had the retriever continually looking around for any threats that might come for them, but his worries proved to be pretty useless and they entered as normal.

Hunter helped to carry the case containing Dusty's armor to his room and as he put the supplies down, he turned to see the coyote standing behind him. "You do realize what you've gotten yourself into, right?" He asked playfully before putting his hand on Hunter's chest and giving the bigger canine a shove, sending him onto Dusty's bed. Before he could bounce off the soft, pillowy mattress, Dusty was on top of him, preventing him from going anywhere.

"D-Dusty, should you really be doing this?"

Dusty's hands were already on Hunter's pants, pulling them apart and pulling them back without a word as he enjoyed the black string bikini underwear he wore underneath. Such a delicate pair that he could slide his thumbs under the hip strings and he could pull himself to the retriever's packaged bulge and push his nose into it. It had a soft squish to it as he felt the balls roll around over his nose. He'd been perspiring a little; a strong, salty musk emanated from Hunter's undies that aroused the coyote and made it harder for him to remain crouched. He slid back slightly, but for the moment, kept his nose on Hunter's crotch. He pulled back the canine's pants, exposing his thighs, exposing his legs, and then felt the resistance as it got stopped at his boots. His tongue worked along the pouch as he kicked his shoes off and then sat up, sliding his feet underneath the pants and began to work Hunter's boots off. Meanwhile his toes began to work at Hunter's crotch, feeling the meat expand as the dog leaned back and huffed, twitching at the touch as Dusty's feet worked over and began to play with his cock slipping out of his underwear. Peeling off Hunter's boots revealed a pair of standard white socks with silver tips. Very sporty, very Hunter. He managed to pull his pants off all the way and dragged one of Hunter's feet to his face. Dragging his tongue over each foot, he licked and nipped at each of his toes, then switched to the other, dragging his tongue over the base of Hunter's feet. He could feel Hunter's cock pulsing against his feet, a drenching of precum coating Dusty's socks as he simply pushed more firmly against it which only made it seem like it was draining more. Hunter then took one of Dusty's feet and let out a moan, licking the salty, musky sex that had just soaked his socks.

Dusty was getting hotter by the second, pulling his shirt off while his inspiration sucked at his feet. He wanted to fuck him so badly and eventually Dusty couldn't resist anymore. He got up onto his knees and with an unexpected strength, pulled Hunter toward him so that their underwear met, bulge to bulge. Hunter acquiesced to the move and leaned back some, lowering his underwear to expose his pink flesh and Dusty ran his pouch against it. Pulling his underwear down just enough to slide his shaft from it. The pair hugged passionately and almost immediately, Dusty felt his cock slip into the hound's warm ass. They gasped and moaned together as Dusty was already on the verge of his climax while Hunter's cum continued to drip heavily down between them. A soft sloshing noise could be heard as their bodies pressed together. The smell of sex and musk immediately overwhelming them as Dusty pushed Hunter up against the pillows behind his head. Hunter let go and fell back onto his back, lifting his legs for the coyote and giving him freer access to fuck him. Hunter closed his eyes and moaned loudly as his large arms reached back and clutched at the pillows behind him. The sound of the bed creaking under them became a steady beat as Dusty worked at Hunter's body. His hands working up that muscular torso, his underwear now thumping against his balls as their bodies twisted.

"Ahh-fu-fuck I'm--coming!" Hunter panted loudly as he threw his head back, gritted his teeth and sent a volley of white clear over his head and into the pillows behind him. Dusty took advantage of this and gave Hunter's face a like, combining their saliva with his still shooting seed. This was really getting to Dusty who felt his own climax fast approaching.

"M-Me...t-too!" Dusty said as he huffed and grunted, suddenly feeling himself release deep into the dog's ass.

Floods of cum began to spill out of Hunter, all over the sheets under them as Hunter came again, a second, less intense volley soaking their stomachs as they pressed into each other. A final quake of their climax exhausted them, and Dusty collapsed into Hunter's body, cuddling up with him. The combination of the day and the intense release suddenly exhausted the both of them, and as they curled up against one another, their eyes just couldn't stay open.

It was getting late in the afternoon, Dusty was still taking in Hunter's scent as the pair laid up near the crumpled up and still somewhat musky-smelling pillows at the head of the bed when his ear picked up the sound of a door closing. It was the front door, and in a mad panic, he bolted upright. Peregrine couldn't be back already, it was still Friday afternoon. He wasn't supposed to be back until Sunday night. Frantically, he began to gather the clothes strewn about on the floor that he'd tossed during their free-for-all and as Hunter roused with a look of confusion on his face, the sound of the bedroom door open made Dusty freeze in terror.

He turned around to give off a sigh of relief as Blitz was standing in the doorway staring at them in disbelief. "Oh! Oh man, Blitz you scared the fleas off of me--" He paused and subconsciously scratched his ear. "That-that is if I had any... I thought you were Dr. Peregrine."

"No, are you serious? He's not due back until Sunday." Blitz said raising his eyebrow in confusion, then looked around. "But it is funny that I catch you two making such a mess. Ah-hah hah..." He laughed with an exaggerated hugging of his ribcage. "Oh if I were a fly on the wall--"

"Well, we do have security cameras." Hunter suggested."

"That we do." Blitz pondered. "But there was some reason for me being here--Oh yes! Dusty, you are due at class. Don't you remember? Your last one of the week."

"Oh. Right. Math class." Dusty realized, dripping with facetiousness. "Can't I just skip it tonight? I'm kind of busy."

"No, no, no. Doctor Peregrine put me in command of this house while he was away. I'm not going to be having him blame me for--for whatever this is."

"It was just a little fun." Hunter shrugged. "Dusty really hurt himself training with me this morning. Not like you could tell right off, but it's true..."

"I don't care. Let's move, mister." Blitz commanded, pointing toward the door.

"Can't I at least get dressed?"

Blitz blushed and put his hand behind his neck uncomfortably. "Oh. Right. Yes, go get dressed first!" He announced, pointing at the dresser. "I'll be waiting for you in the car. Hurry along, ja?" He said as he headed out the door.

"Right. Right..." Dusty said closing the door behind him and giving off a sight. "He needs to get a hobby."

"Well, look at it this way. You're only second on his priority list, he always comes first."

"Reeeeally?" Dusty pondered, stroking his chin in a conniving manner at that phrasing.

The drive to the college grounds was fairly uneventful. The dutiful Blitz with a pair of dark sunglasses and suit provided by Peregrine driving Dusty to school in a limousine like he was escorting the president or something. It was clearly embarrassing for the coyote, who exited the car and was halted by Blitz in order to be escorted to class.

"You know there are better ways to make sure I arrive safely." Dusty said. "I could wave to you as you're driving away in the car or something?"

"Nope. Your father gave me specific instructions on how I'm supposed to be doing this, and you will not distract me from my duty."

"Oh, I won't. Huh?" Dusty said to himself as they headed down the hall toward the classroom. "Oh, hey Blitz. Do me a favor? I've got to go find a hydrant. Could you go in and save my seat for me? It's four rows from the front, three seats down on the left hand side."

"But-but you don't want to show me where it is first?"

"You're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle it." Dusty teased and gave Blitz a butt swat as he made his way past, heading for the bathrooms.

Blitz swallowed as he nervously opened the door to the generally quiet classroom. Two dozen students immediately looked up at him as he made his way down to the fourth row and he chuckled nervously. "No need to stare. I'm simply here to save a seat--scuse me? Pardon me?" He waded through several students before finding the seat and flopping down onto it with a great sigh of relief. He then waited, and waited. He put an elbow on his desk and rested his head onto his hand as he checked his watch. "Where is he?" Blitz thought as he turned toward the desk, which was all one section, like the desks below him, a singular panel of wood covered on top and back with practically no visibility to them.

Blitz leaned back and sighed before feeling a pair of hands grab at his belt. He jolted for a moment and sat upright, looking down only to see a pair of fuzzy paws grabbing at his pants. He could barely even see Dusty with how dark it was under that desk and he grunted, trying to push him away, only to notice some students staring at him and he immediately stopped struggling. "What are you--doing?" He asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice low.

"Relax, commando. And don't make a spectacle of yourself. You're going to enjoy this one."

Blitz's hands grabbed the desk for a moment and he crossed his arms in front of him, trying to be non-chalant as the coyote unfastened the belt and dove his nose straight into the man's crotch. He felt a great shiver as Dusty's hot breath blew back his crotch fuzz and left a wet mark of saliva on his worn red bikini underwear. "Oh kinky, red under black? You sly dog." He grinned as his teeth gnarled against the fabric, getting an immediate rise from the doberman's thick, well hidden endowment. He huffed and his feet tapped the baseboard of the hidden wall underneath the desk as Dusty continued to play with it. Dragging his tongue along Blitz's underwear and diving deep down under his crotch to taste the musk of his taint, slightly peeling back on the fabric just enough to run his tongue along its brown bare trail. It even briefly touched his fleshy ring he was sitting on, prompting Blitz to slide his hips forward slightly. Looking around, he noticed that the students were looking at him again and he regained his composure.

"Dusty--get out here right...now..." He said in between breaths before noticing that Dusty had already extracted his own cock and was stroking it, barely hidden by the doberman's legs.

"Oh don't worry. Mister Carson won't be here for like another fifteen minutes, I'll be done by then." Dusty spoke barely audibly to the dog as he pulled back on the front of his underwear, letting the large spire of meat flick out into the open and making him shake involuntarily as the coyote quickly wrapped his lips around it and began to suck down on it.

Blitz had his face practically buried in his hands at this point as the warm, wet tongue of the younger dog went down every inch without any type of hesitation. It felt so good, so hot, he was already leaking precum into Dusty's mouth and feeling his throat constrict as it swallowed every drop before sliding back toward the head again. He sighed nervously and tried to look natural sitting there, getting his cock sucked in a room full of people was nowhere near his bucket list, but there was something oddly arousing about the risk of getting caught. He tried to pass it off but was doing so poorly. One of the students in the third row looked up and asked. "Are you okay, mister?"

Blitz smiled widely at her; in some animals, the face he made could be interpreted as passing gas. But in his case, it was the wide grin of a Doberman on the verge of flooding a coyote's throat with his seed. "F-fine... fraulein. I'm fine...I'm jus-just--" He had to take a breath in the middle of his sentence before he could continue. "I'm just holding a spot for Dusty Peregrine... that's aHH-all." He said, continuing his awkward smile.

The student then rolled her eyes, gave a shrug of "whatever" and turned to continue the conversation behind her. Blitz let out a gasp and thrust suddenly, making Dusty almost gag on his thick shaft. But he grinned and adjusted, he suspected Blitz wasn't trying to 'out' him, but probably letting his instincts take control.

Slipping Blitz's right shoe off, Dusty began to grind his cock against the grasping fibers of the gray-and-black ankle sock he was wearing. The stench of his musk swiftly overwhelming him in the shelter of this desk. He felt Blitz's toes curling around his shaft in a bid to get him off quickly, and it was working. As Dusty choked down, he began to whimper slightly at the feeling of a smelly, sweaty sock rubbing at his own junk. Moving on its own. He was definitely noticing Blitz getting into this and he continued to service the shaft, soaking the meat with his saliva as he got closer and closer.

"Nnnnnhhh ffff---" Blitz could hardly contain himself, his other foot kicked against the desk. But it wasn't enough to turn the attention of the other students. His claw tips were dragging along the wood, making a small shower of sawdust just to his right side. "--UUUUUUCKKKKKK!" He cried out all of a sudden as what felt like gallons of cum suddenly gushed forth into Dusty's throat, filling it faster than he could swallow and making an absolute mess of himself as he too got off, spraying jets of cum underneath Blitz's chair and coating his smelly sock with it. It was almost perfect--almost...

"WHAT is going on here?!"

The voice made Dusty gag up what he couldn't contain, spilling a thick pool of cum over the doberman's leg as the professor finally came storming into the room. Everyone none the wiser, pointed at the strange Doberman in the room, which turned his attention toward him. "And who are you? You aren't one of my students?"

"Ah-we-well I..." Blitz started.

Suddenly, the sound of an alarm going off stopped the teacher in his tracks as he recognized the sound of the fire alarm going off. "Oh, fire alarm. Okay guys. Single file, let's get ourselves outside and then I'll deal with our strange intruder here."

Blitz quickly stuffed himself back into his pants and stuck his sopping sock into his shoe before standing up, watching as all the students departed the room ahead of them as he pulled Dusty out from under the desk. "You are going to be in so much trouble, mister." He pointed out as they headed toward the door. "You're just lucky that fire alarm went off." He opened the door to see Hunter standing immediately on the other side with a coy smirk on his face.

"Something told me you needed a bail out when I saw that professor walk in. If they knew what perverts you two were, they probably would have noticed a thing you were doing in there...naughty, naughty." He teased.

"So you hit the alarm?" Dusty asked.

"Naturally." Hunter replied, buffing his claws against his chest.

"Ja, ja. Thank you for your help Hunter. Now let's get our asses out of here!"

Exile was waiting for the trio when they returned, sitting on the living room couch with his shoes off, a pair of red socks on his feet that traveled up to his ankles as he sat in his gym shorts reading a magazine. His piercing blue eyes glancing up over it as they came in. "Boy you three were gone a while."

"Yeah, we had to sort of clean up." Dusty explained briefly.

"Ah good. Hunter, Blitz. The Master has need of you two. It seems Muzzle got out of his restraints and well--is running riot in London."

"How the heck did he get to--" Hunter pondered. "Oh well, it'll be fun we'll get the whole gang together!"

"Ahaha." Exile laughed. "Niet. I am staying right here. Muzzle bit me last time, remember?"

"Oh that was a love bite. Hardly a flesh wound." Blitz said.

"Yes. The flesh on my ass. No I think not. I will stay here with Dustin and...babysit I suppose is the term?"

"I'm not a baby." Dusty said solemnly.

Exile patted Dusty on the head. "Then we will call it...grown dogsitting?"

"Are you sure you two can be left alone?" Hunter asked. "I mean, you're not very subtle."

"No no. We will be fine, you two can go ahead. We'll see you when you return."

As soon as the door closed, Exile let out a long sigh and dropped the magazine, revealing a hidden bulge now pressing against the front of his shorts. "I thought they would never leave!" He exclaimed. Now, if you don't mind. I've been waiting all day for--this?"

Even Exile felt thrown off by Dusty's sudden eagerness as the coyote thrust himself to the floor in front of the husky, immediately stuffing his nose into the canine's musky socks. Even through the layer, Exile chuckled, feeling tickled by Dusty's whiskers as he dug his nose in and began to sniff and lick thoroughly. His tail wagging so hard that his hips were almost swaying to it, Exile groaned and stretched his toes out, wrapping them delicately around the eager little muzzle as Dusty moved from one to the other, happily sniffing and licking along every inch from heel to toe on each one. "Mmmhhhh!" He huffed and indulged in the hidden wiggly toes as he playfully nipped at each one. Enjoying the taste, enjoying the flavor each foot had to offer.

Exile's feet were extra pungent, they must have been encased in his boots all day, if not all night the night before. They had been sweating and they were just the right amount of moist. Dusty's hands traveled along Exiles' feet, following his socks up and unraveling them as he went until they reached their full extension just below his knees. He'd rarely seen socks go that far, and the patterns of gold in the sea of red made for the perfect eye candy. Every inch of his socks clenched and caught the coyote's wandering paws as they crawled up Exile's exposed thighs and then back down. "Why don't you pull up a chair, comrade?" He asked toothily grinning. "See what you've got to show me?"

Exile didn't have to ask twice, Dusty quickly grabbed one of the nearby bar stools and seated himself directly in front of the husky. Removing his shoes he stretched them over Exile's lap and was nearly yanked off his perch by the husky's eager grip pulling him further up. He grabbed Exile's feet and he stifled a giggle as the husky began to sniff and lick on his socks as well. His were a dark purple with black in a jagged pattern all the way to his ankles. His eagerness turning into a rumbling growl as Dusty's feet came to a rest directly on his crotch. The husky groaned in response, pushing Dusty's feet into his pouch and allowing him to feel exactly how hard he was underneath. He allowed Dusty to curl his toes around the waistband of his shorts and Dusty slowly dragged them off to reveal an ice-blue jockstrap underneath which only got Dusty even more aroused. His throat went dry as he tried to struggle out the words. "So...why bother with underwear when they're about to come off of you anyway?"

Exile chuckled. "I like your confidence. Plus I like a little mystery. You'll have to come convince them off of me."

Again, Dusty didn't need to be asked twice as he immediately found himself on his knees in front of Exile, pressing his snout into that musky husky pouch of his. His tongue rolling wetly over the fabric. Each push of his nose against Exile's hidden balls only pushing his shaft closer and closer to the surface before it suddenly flung out and slapped him on the belly. Exile grunted aloud and watched as Dusty eagerly pulled back on the waistband and began to dive his tongue deep into the scent of his sweaty balls. Further and further down they went until Exile's toes began to curl in excitement. He gave a gruff moan and blushed as Dusty moved up and wrapped his cock into his mouth. Moaning as he dove deeper and deeper, making Exile's hardon somehow harder. Already he was leaking, but Dusty's vacuum of a mouth sucked it up in an instant as he twisted and bobbed his head down along the shaft, straight down to the thick knot at the end and even found enough room in his throat to drag his tongue along his sweaty balls. He came back up and dove down again, and again, working up a rhythm that kept up with his tail's swishing back and forth. At the same time, Exile began to slide his hand down the coyote's backside, slipping under the waistband of his pants and even snapping the band on the coyote's underwear and making him yip in surprise. But he didn't object to the husky's fingers exploring places back there, even pressing their way toward his pucker. He moaned softly as he choked down the shaft pulling back just before his gag reflex, but swallowing several inches down his throat each time.

Giving a rough sigh, Exile said. "Okay, that did it." He said as he pulled Dusty off his cock and gave him a grin and a nose lick. "Now you turn around."

Dusty blushed for the first time all day. He was in the habit of being in control, but in Exile's paws he wanted to be fucked... hard. He adjusted himself, but Exile took over, unfastening Dusty's pants and letting them drop easily to the floor. With a swift move, he had Dusty on his knees and pushed him over onto all fours. The husky's tongue was hot against Dusty's taint, licking him from the edge of his balls right up to his ass and taking in his musk that had been hidden for hours under a pair of tight boxer briefs, which had been easily dragged down to his thighs. Deep licks, a few probes of his tongue and Exile grappled both Dusty's cheeks with his hands growling as he too eagerly began to indulge in it. After a few minutes he stood up, pressed a paw down on Dusty's shoulders to push him against the floor, raising his backside up as he began to slide his cock along the fur, matting it with its thick wet coating before pressing it up under Dusty's tail, and then giving a good lustful thrust he suddenly penetrated Dusty, making the coyote howl and grab the floor under him. He wasn't unprepared, but he wasn't exactly ready for how thick it was, how hot it was and how much it managed to fill in the space of a second. Exile growled, losing most of his sense of speech and reverting from canosapien to simply canine in attitude as he bucked deep and hard into the coyote. His hands grabbed Dusty's shoulders and Exile began to plow into him now, his bulbous cock popping in and out of the ring of flesh he was now pounding into. He growling working up to a crescendo as every muscle on the thick husky's body began to reveal itself, even a little dripping of drool came from his mouth as his wilder side slowly emerged. Dusty's eyes felt like they were crossing and his moans grew louder and louder. He'd never dreamed he'd be fucked by his heroes, but to regularly play sex toys with them was a dream come true and before he knew it, he was cumming streams into the floor under him. After two climaxes, Exile wrapped his arms around him and swung him up so that his back and Exile's chest met. Deeper, upward. Dusty felt like his body was about to split in two, he could swear he could feel Exile's cock pressing against his stomach. Harder, deeper, hotter. Exile applied the mating bite to Dusty's neck, who gasped out and began to cum again, this time a fountain that shot up and coated his crotch and stomach with his thick fluid. Exile huffed and growled and suddenly came.

The thick flood that followed instantly filled Dusty and began to spill out. Exile doubled over and came, and came. Pumping deep, thick ropes of seed deep into the coyote until finally his body shook and he gave out, spent and exhausted. "Oy...fuck that was so hot." He panted after a few minutes of breathing deeply.

"Y-yeah... it was." Dusty agreed. "And--are we stuck?"

Exile gave a tug and realized that they had literally tied together in the throes of passion. "Da... but I expected as much. Let's... go to bed, and we can clean this mess tomorrow before Hunter and Blitz get back, yes?"

"Sounds... like a plan." Dusty panted as he was carried into the bedroom.

It was late at night before Hunter and Blitz returned to the house. The rooms were dark, all was quiet and as they opened the door to Dusty's bedroom and spotted the two of them laying together they both walked in, stripping down as they headed in.

"Well. I would have predicted this." Hunter whispered.

"It's a good thing Colleen told us Exile dropped Muzzle off and he hadn't escaped. But he should be punished for lying to us." He whispered.

Hunter nodded. "Oh yeah. Totally, let's punish both of them in the morning. For now, let's see if we can't just...scootch in here, right?"

Blitz grinned. "You first."

THE END