Curiosity
Curiosity Fucked the Pooch
Hunter/Muzzle, Hunter/Blitz
Please Note: I do not own, or claim to own, the characters used herein. The rights to said characters belongs solely to their creators, and I mean no harm in writing this story. That said and my tail semi-covered, this story involves characters named Hunter, Blitz and Muzzle, the last of which is a feral dog. I'd suggest you do a little research on the Road Rovers series before reading this; it's one of my favorite cartoons and many of the episodes can still be found online. I think, at least, that doing so will heighten the experience of this story. Anyways, please comment/constructively criticize. I'm all ears for helpful suggestions!
Hunter couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning in his bed, the lean golden retriever just couldn't find the blissful release of unconsciousness. His bed sheets seemed to make him itch everywhere, his pillow was lumpy, and, no matter how much he moved around he just couldn't seem to find a position that allowed him to relax. When his stomach rumbled, he knew immediately the cause of all of these nuisances.
The smooth-coated retriever swung his legs off of his mattress and sat up, stretching his arms above his head as if he were waking up in the morning. The muscles in his neck and shoulders flexed, and he arched his back to dispel the stiffness working its way into him. He wore a simple white undershirt and a pair of similarly colored tight briefs, his usual sleeping attire. As he stood his right paw rubbed the back of his neck and his t-shirt slid up his body, revealing his cream colored underbelly to the darkness of his room.
Hunter opened his door and made his way into the hallway of the Road Rover Mission Control building, pausing on the threshold just long enough to decide that he wouldn't need to put on a pair of pants because none of the other rovers would be up at this hour. Glancing back into his room before he closed the door, the retriever made a mental note of the red numbers flashing 3:46 on his bedside table. He turned and headed down the hallway, passing the doors of his cano-sapien companions as he walked softly to the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, Hunter's keen eyes picked up the rising and falling chest of Muzzle, his long-time companion before becoming a Rover, under the kitchen table. Muzzle was a beautiful physical specimen, and the only one of the Rovers to not have been trans-dogmafied. Whenever the rovers were in trouble during a mission they would release the Rottweiler from his usual confines of a straitjacket and he would literally tear their foes to shreds, earning him the nickname of "Muzzle" due to the jaw-locking device he wore while they were out. However, his insatiable appetite and violent attitude had worn off around the rovers and around Mission Control, so they allowed him to roam free here. Padding softly over to him, Hunter bent down and patted his head, to which the feral dog responded by licking the retriever's paw.
"Are you hungry too, Muzz?" Hunter cooed. The rovers always treated the rottweiler sweetly, since he acted so nice around them.
Muzzle stood and stretched, arching his back so that his light brown chest scraped the floor and his rear end was raised in the air. He trotted out from under the table to join Hunter, who had moved over to the refrigerator and had the door open. The light pooled out onto the linoleum, raising soft shadows of the two figures against the cabinets behind them. Luckily for the two canines, the leftovers seemed to pile out of the opened cooler. It seemed as if Shag, the sheepdog rover and gourmet cook, had outdone himself at dinner, and all of their favorite dishes were there. Hunter pulled out a few of the Tupperware containers and spilled the contents onto the floor, a favorite way for all the rovers to eat, "Dig in, buddy."
The two feasted from the ground until the meal was gone. When they were finished they sat back against the cabinets behind them and Hunter allowed a long sigh to escape his lips, to which Muzzle responded with a gargantuan belch. The retriever shot him a quick glance, attempting to jokingly warn him not to wake up the other rovers. The sight that met his eyes sprung a fierce fire in his loins: Muzzle rested on his back so that he bent at midway against the counter, much as any normal cano-sapien would sit. However, what caught Hunter's attention was between the rottweiler's spread legs, as the light from the open refrigerator perfectly accentuated the unmentionable region of his companion.
Muzzle's sheath had filled out so that the shape of his thick dog-cock was impossible to miss. The tip of his bitch-banger peeked out from its hiding place, and its base was swollen into his huge knot. His brown ball-sack was also larger than anything Hunter had ever seen, and, having filled his hunger, he was overwhelmed with the need to satisfy another craving.
He brought his left paw around to rub Muzzle's head, and slowly traced it down his neck and chest, gauging the rottweiler's reaction with each movement. As the retriever's paw traced his stomach and swiftly tickled his sheath, the dog grunted softly, a sign that Hunter took to mean he enjoyed the feeling. The paw came back to rest on the full sheath, fingers wrapping around the sides and beginning to massage the member incased within it.
Hunter slowly began raising and lowering his paw, urging more and more of the rottweiler's meat from its hiding place. As the sheath slipped back, the yellow dog stared in awe at the full 10 inches of doghood that rested now on the lighter brown underbelly of his companion. Gazing at that thick cock, Hunter suddenly became aware of his own throbbing member that had snaked its way out of his sheath and now pocked its tip out of his briefs. He shifted his weight, the tight band of his underwear causing him discomfort. The golden retriever stood and slipped off his briefs and undershirt.
Muzzle seemed confused when the pleasure stopped and his friend stood, but he quickly followed suit and raised himself to all fours next to Hunter. As the retriever removed his clothes and allowed Muzzle to gaze at his naked form, the rottweiler's burly meat throbbed, standing entirely at its full length. The feral dog lifted his head to lick softly at his companion's sweet cock, trying to please Hunter as he had done for him.
However, an idea quickly worked its way into the retriever's head, and he climbed back onto the floor, only this time getting on paws and knees next to the brown canine. Muzzle cocked his head at first, but, understanding Hunter's intentions, he walked around the naked dog so he was in prime mounting position. Hunter's tail rose, allowing the feral dog access to the pink bud beneath it. Muzzle shoved his nose in its place, and lapped softly at the retriever's anus, lubricating it for the monster that hung between his legs.
Hunter trembled, unsure if he really wanted what was about to come and unable to force himself to come to a decision. Without warning the licking at his ass stopped, and he felt a heavy weight on his back. His tailhole was split mercilessly by the tip of the rottweiler's thickness, and the rest of the length quickly followed into the depths of Hunter's virgin rear.
Hunter sucked in a breath as the beefy rod intruded on his most private area. The sudden, forceful widening of his rectum was painful at first, but when he'd gotten down on all fours he hadn't been thinking about the possibility of the experience not being enjoyable. As the rottweiler on top of him began pulling its puppy-maker experimentally out of his ass, the stretching pain subsided and Hunter got a good feel for the thickness inside him. It was the most curious sensation that he had ever experienced; it was as if a gaping cavern within him was filled. He would have been content to simply stay in that position, with his feral companion's maleness poking at his innards.
Just as that thought crossed the retriever's mind, Muzzle poked his cock back into his depths. The rottweiler began a steady, smooth rhythm of alternating thrusts and withdrawals, companying each pump of his hips with a lustful grunt that echoed in the ears of the golden dog that he was making his bitch. The tight walls of Hunter's anus were heaven for the rottweiler's meat pole; the retriever's inexperienced anal muscles were involuntarily massaging his assailant's tool. The caressing feeling around his doghood sent Muzzle into a humping frenzy, pounding Hunter's rear relentlessly.
Hunter braced himself as he was forced forward by the rottweiler's sudden assault. He felt Muzzle pull his entire length from his backside before driving dynamically back into the retriever's tailhole. The fury of Muzzle's thrust powered Hunter to his forearms. A gasp escaped the yellow hound's lips as he felt the full length of the ten inch cock slide into him, including the knot that was easily the size of his fist. The pressure inside him drove Hunter mad, and he almost blacked out from the ecstasy. He felt the muscles in his own cock begin contracting, and streams of pearl white flew from its tip and coated the floor. He involuntarily began humping the air as he came, milking the shaft that was imbedded deep in his ass.
Muzzle assisted the retriever's manipulative contracting rectum with a series of swift, remorseless humps, coercing his own orgasm to appear. The feral dog's snorts and grunts echoed off the kitchen walls as his short thrusts drove his rod against Hunter's continuously kneading anus. The tip of his thick prick pummeled the retriever's prostate, prolonging Hunter's orgasm as well as the massage the rottweiler's meat was receiving. Finally, Muzzle couldn't hold out any longer and began painting the inside of Hunter's ass with threads of his sticky, hot cum.
Hunter moaned as he felt spurts of the rottweiler's thick seed spurt into his rear. The knot stretching his sphincter prevented the juice from seeping out onto the floor, and the retriever was quickly stuffed with Muzzle's fluid. The dog on top of him continued to softly hump him as he filled him, and with each inward push Hunter moaned softly. His battered rectum ached, still crammed with the rottweiler's meat, but the retriever wanted the feeling to last. As the cock inside him ceased its throbbing, Hunter was content, his hunger finally satisfied.
The dog on top of him slid sideways from his back, swinging his right hind leg over Hunter's rump. The thick dog cock still held the two together, and they rested butt to butt as Muzzle's jizz continued to seep slowly into Hunter.
The kitchen light suddenly flickered on, and the sound of someone softly tip-toeing towards the refrigerator met Hunter's surprised ears. He didn't want to be caught, tied butt to butt with the feral dog, and he was momentarily hidden from view by the island in the middle of the kitchen, but the paw-steps were quickly getting closer. Hunter tried to scramble around the obstruction to avoid being caught, but the throbbing monster in his ass held him tight to the spot. He closed his eyes and hoped with all his might that he would become invisible.
A deep chuckle caused the retriever to open his eyes. He stared at a pair of black-furred feet, and knew immediately that he'd been found out by Blitz, the Doberman pinscher of the group. Hunter hung his head as Blitz squatted in front of him wearing only a pair of red silk boxers. The Doberman reached his paw under Hunter's chin and lifted his face up until their eyes met. A mischievous smirk grew on Blitz's face as he mocked the retriever in his deep-German dialect, "Aww, does the fearless leader like doggy-cock?"
Hunter pulled his head away from the Doberman's grasp and stared shamefully at a crack near the base of the kitchen cabinets. He was on the verge of tears, out of character as it was for him. Biting his lip, he raised his head back up to meet Blitz's gaze, "What's it to you?"
"Not much to me. But if you don't feel like letting this get out..." Blitz trailed off as he lowered his paw to the growing bulge in his boxers. Undoing the button that closed the flap in the front, he allowed his maleness to slip forward. Hunter was not only surprised by the astounding mass of dog-meat that Blitz brushed against the tip of his nose, he was startled by the urge that he had to take it into his mouth and taste it.
The retriever took a deep breath before allowing his long canine tongue to snake out and touch the Doberman's member. The taste amazed him; the salinity instantly had him wanting more, and he pulled forward towards Blitz's crotch, hoping to be able to take the large tool in front of him fully into his mouth, only to be reminded by a sharp tugging on his rear that he was still tied to his feral companion.
Blitz dropped from his squat onto his knees and scooted towards Hunter, allowing the retriever access to his cock and jewels. He placed his paws behind his leader's head and massaged his ears softly, hoping that he might be able to coax a great blow-job out of the inexperienced dog. He was not ill-rewarded.
Opening his mouth wide, Hunter took the entire length of Blitz's shaft deep into his maw. He didn't stop until his nose was buried in the Doberman's fur below his belly. Blitz's cock wasn't as huge as the retriever had originally thought; he could easily suck on all of it without having to deep-throat, and he used that to his advantage. His tongue worked up and down the underside of the member. Even though he was inexperienced at it, Hunter could tell what type of touch Blitz enjoyed because whenever he did something that pleased the Doberman, the grip on his ears would tighten and the dog dick in his mouth would move back and then be thrust forward, almost to the back of his throat. Hunter enjoyed this face-fucking and his own member quickly re-filled his sheath and was soon fully erect.
Blitz moaned with every move of Hunter's tongue. He'd secretly had a crush on the leader for a long time now, but in every one of his fantasies he'd been the one sucking on Hunter's cock. This was just as good, he decided, since he still got to mate with the retriever.
Hunter was trying hard to ignore his growing desire to stroke himself, but with each lick and suck of Blitz's cock his want for release heightened. He tried to balance on one of his front paws and move his other back to masturbate himself, but he almost bit down on the meat within his mouth when the Doberman pulled on his ears and humped his mouth. As much as he hated to, he pulled away from Blitz's member and looked the dog in the eyes, "Blitz, I need... relief."
The Doberman's ears perked up at the notion of helping the retriever get off, and he was almost instantly lying on his back under his leader. It didn't bother him that he was resting in Hunter's drying cum as he pulled his leader's hips (as well as Muzzle's, who's thick, throbbing maleness was still trapped within the walls of Hunter's rump) down until the pink dog-meat met his lips. Blitz licked the tip, and, using one hand to hold the base of Hunter's knot and the other to work his balls, began massaging Hunter's rod.
Having his maleness worked by Blitz sent the retriever into a frenzy as he returned to the thickness protruding from the Doberman's boxers. He took every inch of the dog-hood into his mouth and began sliding up and down its length in a quick manner. He did his best to tickle Blitz's cock with his tongue as he worked it.
Blitz was nearing orgasm and began sucking greedily on Hunter's shaft. His own hips began fucking the retriever's mouth once again, and the cock he was suckling on began doing the same (although in much smaller thrusts). Soon the pink meat in his muzzle began throbbing, and Blitz pulled away, allowing Hunter to cover him in thick, white dog-juice.
Hunter quickly received the same treatment, as the Doberman's thrusts increased. String after string of hot ivory spurted into the retriever's throat, and he swallowed whatever he could, allowing the rest to pool on the red silk boxers at the base of Blitz's cock. To him it tasted marvelous, and when the Doberman's orgasm subsided he found himself licking up the small puddle of jizz that had escaped his belly.
Almost as if it knew that the fun was finally over, Muzzle's knot grew small enough to pull free from Hunter's insides with a soggy 'pop.' A tiny bit of the rottweiler's juice dribbled from the retriever's hole, which was licked clean by the feral dog before he wandered away to sleep.
Hunter sat up off of Blitz and smiled goofily at him. His gesture was returned by the Doberman, who climbed to his knees and hugged the leader before he stood, "I'm sorry, I really need to get to bed. I just came out to see what the commotion was..."
The retriever shook his head, "Don't worry about it, Blitz. Go to sleep. But just, before you do-" He trailed off, unable to say what he wanted.
"What is it?" Blitz asked, cocking his head to one side as he did.
"Just," Hunter paused, trying to force the words, "Maybe we could do this again sometimes? When I don't have another dog's cock stuck in me?"
The Doberman smiled and nodded, "Yah, Hunter, I think I'd like that."
Hunter watched as the black and bronze dog padded off to his room before retrieving his briefs from the floor and putting them on. Looking down, he realized the mess that was left by both the food and the sex. Sighing, he climbed back onto all fours and began cleaning so that no-one might know the goings-on of the evening.