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One afternoon you're relaxing in your room, casually sitting at your desk and typing away on your computer, chatting with friends. Your door suddenly opens, making you jump slightly before you let out a frustrated groan. Once again your roommate, a tall and tough doberwolf named Dust, barges into your room without knocking, standing in the doorway wearing some light gymwear. "Hey dweeb, I'm going to the gym. Order some pizza for us later." He said in his usual smug and somewhat mocking tone. You roll your eyes, looking back at your computer. "I'm not paying for your supper again, ass." You grunt, and he huffs. "I ain't giving you any if I buy it myself, then." He says before leaving, not even closing your door. Of course.. "I keep telling you to close the door, dickhead!" You shout after him, hearing the front door shut a second later. You grumble, standing up and closing the door to your room before returning to what you were doing.

A few minutes pass before you decide that now would be a good time to clean the apartment, while he can't make a mess. Your room is already nice and tidy so you start with the kitchen, cleaning the dirty dishes (which were mostly his) and putting them away, wiping down the counters, and cleaning the cupboards. You go over to the living room, groaning with frustration at the mess. It looked like Dust decided to leave his dirty pajamas on the couch, a tanktop, pajama pants, and a pair of boxers lazily thrown onto the cushions, damp and dark with sweat.

"Asshole.." You mutter, picking up the pants and top, then simply staring at the boxers, and staring, and staring more. Ugh, you don't want to touch those. You continue on, throwing the pants and top into a hamper. Stupid dog always leaves his sweaty clothes everywhere, making the place stink like him.. He slept on your bed one time after a hot night out, and you never got the smell out of those blankets. You didn't throw them out and still used them from time to time, but that was just because blankets were expensive!

You eventually finish cleaning everything, not including Dust's bedroom, sitting on the couch with a tired sigh. That's when you realize the boxers are still there. Those smelly, sweaty boxers, stained with the doberwolf's stench. You frustratedly go to grab them, and immediately bring them right up to your face and take a deeeeep whiff. Fuck. You groan, face hot as your cheeks burn bright red, feeling ashamed yet so, so aroused. That big jerk, always so rude and brash, always making fun of you.. You hold the boxers to your face with both hands, sniffing the musk again as you slowly slide onto your back on the couch, cock hardening in your pants and tenting them out, throbbing hard before you even go to touch yourself.

You let the boxers rest on your face, both of your hands going down to your crotch to pull down your pants and underwear, freeing your cock and immediately starting to stroke it fast and hard, the doberwolf's musk fuelling the flames of your lust. You even lick the fabric, tasting.. mostly the fabric, but you get some of the distinct taste of his sweat too. Even though most of the day has already passed and his warmth isn't with the underwear anymore, his scent is plenty strong, giving you lots to sniff and huff, encouraging you to jerk off even quicker.

It doesn't take you long to reach the peak of your pleasure, nearly going over the edge, but you stop and manage to hold yourself back before going too far. You bite your lip as you deny yourself a climax, starting to edge yourself while precum drips from your urethra, drooling onto your belly and hand while you fap, not thinking at all about the time passing. Your phone is still in your bedroom, so you don't hear the text tone from your roommate asking if you bought food. You even miss the alarm you set for yourself just to remind you that he'd probably be home soon.

You're so damn engrossed in your edging you don't hear the front door open, nor the heavy footsteps coming down the hall, until.. "The fuck you think you're doing?" Dust says from only two meters away, glaring down at you while you jerk off on the couch with his underwear on your face. You shriek in surprise, but it's too late. He's seen everything already, and you're too close to the edge to stop yourself. The surprise gets you to go over the edge, and you whimper out a quiet 'nooo' as your cock throbs in your hand, shooting thick ropes of cum all over your belly and chest. Your face is as red as a tomato and feels as hot as magma, and you can't even bring yourself to look at him, throwing his boxers to the floor.

"Ahahahah, are you sniffing my underwear?! And you came to it too, what a fag~!" He laughs mockingly, dropping his gym bag and putting his hands on his hips. "F-fuck off..!" You shout half-heartedly, wanting to just shrink away and disappear. He steps closer to you and you can smell his musk, different from the scent that's clinging to the underwear you tossed aside, more hot and steamy. "I always had a hunch you were a huge musk slut, but I didn't expect to find you jerking off while you're nose deep in my sweaty boxers." He snickers, standing almost right next to you as you hold your hands over your face. Even being unable to see him, you can feel how he's staring, leering at your body, your half-erect prick still exposed.

"Hey bitch, look up at me." He says in a commanding yet not quite angry tone, and you peek up at him through your fingers. He's still in his gym clothes, which look positively soaked with sweat, even his fur glistening from it. "You love my musk that much? Then you better get a good whiff~!" He says, and before you can react, he grabs the back of your head and shoves you face first against his crotch, immediately feeling the heat of his groin through his clothing, his scent making your nose burn before you even breathe in. You try to push against him with both hands on his muscular hips, your groans muffled, but he's too strong for you to get away- not that you're really trying your hardest to get away.

You hold your breath until you can't anymore, forced to inhale deeply directly against the bulge of his sizable sheath and balls, instantly flooding your nose and lungs with his musk. It hits you like a train, a shudder going down your body that you're sure he feels, and your cock twitches in reaction. He definitely didn't take a shower after the gym, as was usual, nor did he take any shower in the past few days, also as usual. As far as you know he only ever showers once a week (and he uses your soap every time) with tomorrow being the day he's meant to do so, so his already potent musk is even more overbearing. "Yeah, sniff it~" He chuckles, pulling you so close that you can't breathe in at all, holding you there for a few seconds while his sweat drips on you before letting go, allowing you to pull back just enough to take a sharp breath in. You glare up at him, trying to let him know how much you hate this, but your shameful arousal and deep enjoyment betrays you. Looking at him from such an angle only makes you hornier, much to your dismay.

"Smells good, huh? I bet you want more." He asks as he pulls you back again, holding tight to your hair. You barely manage to muster out a weak groan in response, coming off more like a pleasured moan- which it probably is, not that you'd admit it- and his grin widens. "That's what I thought. Be a good little sweat rag~" He tells you, roughly pulling you up into a sitting position by your hair. You barely get a look at him lifting his other arm, seeing the extra fur underneath absolutely drenched with steaming sweat, before he shoves you into it face first, practically smothering you with his swelteringly hot musk. The stench of his armpit is a whole other level of intoxicating, practically choking you with its potency, leaving you unable to get even the smallest breath of fresh air. You're soaked by his sweat immediately, feeling it drip off of you or 'accidentally' getting into your mouth, the salty taste staining your tongue and making you wince.

"G-gross! Get-" You grunt as you pull your face back for a moment, only to have him shove you right back in mid sentence, your mouth still open. You get a much more direct taste this time, sweat running right into your mouth, your tongue pressed up against the matted fur. You're so surprised and overwhelmed by the tastes and smells that you don't even think to curl your tongue back. Maybe you do think about it, but your arousal overpowers your common sense and shoves the idea aside so you can keep sniffing and tasting him. He makes sure to really grind you in there, rubbing his sweaty fur against you and marking you with his musk, ensuring that even if you manage to eventually wash off his smell you'll never forget it. Your dick is hard as steel, already dripping precum again, and you know he can see it. He hasn't said anything more about it, but that doesn't exactly make you not feel embarrassed.

You don't know how long he keeps you down there, trapped in his musky armpit and forced to breathe his stench, but eventually he does let you go. You only notice a few seconds after he takes his hand off of your head, too busy sniffing away, very clearly not even trying to avoid his scent anymore. Once you do notice you jerk away, turning your head and crossing your arms. "I-I hated that, it was disgusting..!" Your lie couldn't be more obvious. "You can keep hating me in the bedroom, c'mon." He says, giving his crotch a squeeze that makes you shiver, before he turns away and walks right into your bedroom. "H-hey! You jerk, you're gonna make my room smell like dog!" You shout after him, trying not to get more aroused at the thought of your room smelling like his sweat.

You know that if you don't follow him, if you even just said 'no', it'd all be done with. He'd probably come back out a minute later, make some snide remark, and return to his own room. Yet still you find yourself standing up and stomping over, opening your mouth to tell him off but stopping once you see him fully nude by your bed, his cybernetic spine out in the open, as well as the rest of his nude body, including his nuts that dwarf your own and the pink tip of his cock poking out of his fat sheath. "Get on the bed, slut." He tells you in a stern tone. You pause, looking back and forth from his face to his crotch, before silently stepping forward and sitting on the edge of your bed, failing to look away from him for more than a second at a time. "Y-you better leave me alone after this.." You mumble, really hoping he doesn't leave you alone after this.

"As if." He laughs, putting his hands on your thighs and forcing you to spread your legs before he steps in, making you squeak as your legs are pushed to the sides of his hips. Your eyes go wide as he brings his crotch right up to yours, pressing his sheath against the bottom of your shaft while more of his own grows out, his sweaty balls burying and smothering your own. "Heh, look at that little thing.. do you have to tell girls when you're in?" He teases you, eyes on your five-inch cock. You think about telling him otherwise, but as his length keeps getting bigger and harder your words catch in your throat. It's already bigger than yours in both length and thickness, and he's not even fully hard.

He slowly grinds against you and rubs your dicks together, his member entirely erect now with only the knot left in his sheath, giving it a good stretch. His shaft is covered in a thin layer of sticky slime from the inside of his sheath, giving off a new kind of musk and hot enough for it to steam. It makes it easier for him to frot with you, but you can tell it wouldn't last long enough for anal. You give yourself a mental slap on the wrist for thinking about him fucking you. Unfortunately it seems like he has the same thought, slowly pulling back and dragging his tip against your shaft and across your balls, leaving a trail of precum behind, before prodding against your ass. "W-woah, don't you think it's a bit soon for that?" You whine as you clench tight, and he raises an eyebrow. "What, you want me to fuck your ass or not?" He grunts, still pressing against you while pre dribbles against your hole. There's a long, quiet pause between you two. "I-I do, but.." You mumble.

"I'll be quick, then." He snickers, suddenly squeezing your thighs tight and thrusting forward, forcing himself into you and painfully stretching you open, making you cry out. It's only an inch or two but it feels massive, and even the toys you've used in secret weren't as thick as him. "F-fuck, owww..!" You groan, the intense sensation from your rump distracting you from the feeling of your own pre dripping all over your crotch and belly. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He asks. Just as you open your mouth to reply he shoves several more inches into you, getting you to let out an embarrassing yelp. His cock presses hard against your prostate, milking more precum out of you with an intensity you aren't used to, but before you get any time to adjust to that pleasure or the pain, he thrusts again. This time he goes all the way, burying his shaft right up to his sheath, letting you feel a hint of what's to come- not much though, since you can barely process the feeling down there with everything else that's happening.

You look down to your crotch, seeing something you didn't expect: Your stomach has a decently sized bump in it, pushing out from the inside. As obvious as it is you aren't certain what you're looking at in the heat of the moment, only realizing when Dust suddenly jerks back and the bulge recedes, only to reappear when he soon slams in again. You instantly lose what little focus you had from those movements and groan in discomfort as you set your head back down, your hole spasming around his shaft while he settles into a steady rhythm of pummeling your insides. The lack of proper lube isn't helping one bit, though it doesn't seem to bother him. "I-it's too big.." You mumble, fists clenching the blanket under you while the doberwolf gives you the stretching of a lifetime. "You'll get used to it eventually you little fag, or at least you'll cum from it~" He laughs while he continues his heavy thrusts, his nuts swinging and smacking against you again and again. You hate that he's right, it sure as hell really hurts but it's starting to feel more and more pleasurable too, his girth grinding against your prostate as he moves, thick globs of precum spurting from your urethra without a single touch.

Over time your groans of pain gradually shift into moans of pleasure, your legs instinctively squeezing against his sides and wrapping around his waist while he hammers away at your poor ass. Your bed creaks loudly from the rocking, though the sound is drowned out by those coming from the two of you. You feel his hot precum filling you up, giving some better lubricant for him to fuck you senseless while plenty of it simply squirts back out of your stretched hole, getting all over his balls and your own, staining the blanket under you, and making a small puddle on the floor. You don't even feel how close you are to cumming until it happens, suddenly tensing up and crying out in bliss as the hybrid's cock forces an orgasm out of you while your own dick remains untouched, throbbing hard and shooting rope after rope of cum across your body, some even splattering on your cheek. More comes out with each deep thrust into you, your sensitive prostate getting milked for all its worth by the relentless pounding, and all you can do is keep taking it while you drool onto your bed.

"Look at you, you don't even need to use your dick to cum like a little bitch~" Dust teases you while still humping, occasionally pausing to grind his knot against you and threatening to push it right in. "I-it'll never fit..!" You groan, not having the strength to dispute his insult. "You better hope it'll fit, it's going in you either way!" He growls, his hands sliding up to the sides of your belly before he shifts rhythm, going from fast and deep thrusting to a shorter, even quicker pounding, and at that point you simply give up. Your arms flop to your sides while you pant and moan, your cock sore from cumming so much while having nothing left to give, the stimulation on your prostate not stopping for a single moment. It even makes your eyes tear up, not that you aren't enjoying it.

You're barely able to stay conscious as he goes on, your ass almost numb at this point. There's still enough sensation for you to feel him stopping, pushing hard against you and trying to force his wide knot all the way in. "N-noooo.." You whimper softly, looking up at him but trying to pull him deeper with your legs at the same time. "Fuckin' take it you cumdump..!" He growls, pressing his claws into your sides. A shiver goes down your spine as the knot's thickest point stretches you apart, your rear unable to even clench with how far it's being spread. With one last shove it pops into you, swelling up even larger and locking the two of you together just as he begins to cum. His member throbs and pulses powerfully, pouring his hot seed deep into your guts and filling you with a kind of warmth you've never felt, giving you a second, mini orgasm as you're filled and filled.

Dust moans lowly, holding you tight while his hips occasionally jerk and push against you. It feels like he's been cumming for an eternity, stuffing you full with more semen than you thought possible. Though your vision is blurred by tears you look down at your belly, seeing the large bulge- which is even bigger than earlier now that you've been knotted- slowly rounding out as you're filled past capacity with doberwolf cum, not a single drop able to leak back out around his immense knot. You feel like you're about to burst by the time he's finally done, and he lets out a happy sigh. "Mmph.. gave you a real nice breeding. How's it feel~?" He chuckles, moving a hand to your belly and pushing against it, wiping the cum that got smeared on his hand off on the blanket next to him. For a moment you swear you can taste his seed at the back of your throat. "S-shut up.." You groan weakly, resting your head back down. All you can smell is him now, your room tainted by the hot musk of a rough fucking session, his body even sweatier now than when he got home. He just laughs at your response, giving your stomach a light smack.

"Well I'm not going anywhere until my knot shrinks. Unless you'd rather I pull out now and split you in two?" He asks, giving your hole a little tug. "N-no! I mean, no, w-we can just wait until then." You huff loudly, everything about you giving away how badly you want to keep his cum inside you. He shakes his head, leaning forward and putting his hands next to your head, his body right over yours. "In that case, I'm going to take a little nap.. You get comfy down there~" And with that he lays right on top of you with his head resting on his arms, smothering you in fluffy, sweaty fur, his body weighing far too much for you to move him. With the height difference between you two your head is by his chest, and trying to move your head too far in either direction only gets your nose into an armpit again. You feel a little bit nauseous having him pressing against your stuffed belly, but all you can do is deal with it. Deal with it, and keep sniffing his musk as you finally get some rest..

You wake up to what feels like a boulder lifting off of you, taking a deep and sudden breath in and nearly choking on your spit, opening your eyes to see Dust staring down at you with his face just inches from yours, wearing a smug as fuck grin. "Well good morning faggot~" He says cheerily. You huff in response, cheeks immediately turning bright red. "..Hey." You mumble, looking away from him. "No comeback? Guess I already fucked all of that out of you." He says before getting up, standing beside the bed again and tugging you down a bit with his knot. You squeak in surprise as a jolt of tender pain shoots through you, your ass all sore from the rutting you received.

"Listen up, slut. You want to do this again?" He says in a surprisingly stern tone, giving you an intimidating glare. "U-uh.. maybe.." You whisper. "Then from now on, you'll be mine, got it?" He says with extra emphasis on 'mine', and before you can ask what he means he continues. "You'll be my little bitch, mypet. You'll do what I want, when I want. And I'm gonna be using you like a fleshlight every goddamn day." He growls in a somewhat predatory manner, your heart sinking in your chest- the thought of such a thing isn't something you've considered at all before, especially with Dust of all people, but after he took control of you in such a way, forced you to nearly choke on his intoxicating musk, fucked you like nothing you've ever experienced before.. "O-okay." You huff, heart pounding in your chest. "Okay what?" He asks, and you have to think for a few seconds. "Okay, master..?" You squeak out, and he grins. "That's a good pet~" He snickers.

He puts his hands on your thighs again, making you spread your legs as much as you can. You wince as he tugs again, his knot definitely back to its smaller size- which is still quite thick for you. "Don't bite your tongue~" He warns you, giving another tug, and another, slowly pulling out.. before yanking back, pulling his entire knot out of you in one go and making you shriek, your ass gaped by the sudden removal of his knot, a small river of cum pouring out onto your blankets while your stomach shrinks back down to its normal size. "O-oww.." You shiver.

"What a mess, you couldn't hold it in at all.. I'll just have to train you later." He laughs, one of his hands going to his crotch and light massaging his prick while it slowly goes soft and retreats into his sheath. You don't respond, staring at the ceiling and panting while you recover, your ass barely able to squeeze shut, your legs like jello. "Hey fag, look here. I got one more treat for you." He says, and you tiredly lift your head to look up at him and then his crotch. You don't get a chance to react at all when he suddenly releases his bladder, letting loose a torrent of hot, steamy, golden urine onto your belly and crotch, quickly soaking the bed around you. "E-ew.." You grumble, but you don't try to stop him at all.

Realization suddenly hits you while Dust is still in the middle of pissing on your body, and you feel both nervous and excited. He's marking you, claiming you as his for anyone to smell. Even if you washed there's no doubt that some of the scent would linger, especially in your room, and if you somehow got rid of it all, the effect it's having on you now is something you'll never forget. Being degraded in such a way, to such a degree, having him drench your body and bed with his urine, and you actually enjoying it.. If you weren't sure about all of this before, you sure are now. There's no doubt left in you that he owns you.

He pushes harder to strengthen the stream, letting his urine splash on your chest for a few seconds and giving you an even better sniff. He runs out soon after, leaving you completely soaked from your waist to your neck, laying in a puddle of his warm piss while it soaks into your bed. You only feel a bit sad that you didn't get to taste it. "H-how am I supposed to clean this all up?" You ask him as he steps back, wiping his cock off on the corner of a blanket before it's fully hidden in his sheath again. "Clean it all up..? Well if you really want to, you can use this, and give it a good sniff afterward. I'm gonna go shower~" He replies, bending down and tossing his sweaty underwear to you, the pair he was wearing when he came home from the gym earlier. They land wetly next to you in the shrinking puddle of urine, and you watch him walk out of your room, leaving you on your own.

"A-ass.." You mutter under your breath, picking up the now dripping-wet underwear. It's not like you can really clean yourself off yet, since you think you'd fall right over if you tried standing up with how wobbly your legs feel, and your ass feels much too sore to sit on. So you do the only thing you can do then, lifting the underwear up to your face and pressing it against your nose, giving it a deep whiff, your cock quickly hardening as you think about your new master~