Maple Syrup Part 3
'Ello guys. This is the third installment of my story "Maple Syrup". I kept it short and sweet to build anticipation for the 4th part. BUT, I did that for good reason. After writing for bit I decided to do something special: Try as many fetishes as I possibly can! I'm open for suggestion! If there's anything you want to see specifically, just send me a message and I promise part 4 will be extra yiffy!
Warning: This story is not to be viewed by fursons under the age of 18 (21 in some places) and contains various bits of wrongness that some people may find unsuitable for their pawing needs. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Maple Syrup
Part 3
By. Neptune Wolf
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I was pretty messy when we left my brother's bedroom to get me all cleaned up. He picked me up and brought me to another area . . .
Broderick's paws were all over my small, soaking wet, body again. The water was cold now but it still felt good. He cleaned every strand of scat soiled fur on my rump, tail, and crotch . . . with his tongue! It was wild! His tongue against my fur was a brand-new kind of sensation. I saw those National Geographic specials where feral animals would clean themselves with their tongues, but I never thought it would feel this . . . good!
My older brother made me get down on my paws and knees as he did it. The feeling of that rough, canine tongue lapping against my entire lower-half was amazing! Brod started with the very tip of my bushy gray tail, lapping at the underside in quick licks and making his way to my tailhole as if my tail was a fuse and he was a flame. It took a lot of will-power to stop from wagging it too much! The tip of his cold, wet nose brushed lightly against my waste-covered anus. I giggled. (I'm ticklish!!!) Brod pulled away, chuckling.
"I told you you'd have fun, baby bro." He said while his paws ran across my rump, gripping the fur that was still sticky with dark, wet, feces from the diaper. He slipped a finger inside my tailhole, wiggling it a bit as he thrust it in and out of me, eliciting a long moan from me. He slipped in another, pushing into my messy rump hard. When he slid them out, wet dark brown fudge-y scat oozed out with it. I blushed deeply, highly embarrassed. But why was I embarrassed when it was HIM who was practically worshiping my dirty tailhole? Oh, that's right. Did I forget to mention that we were in the backyard?
Yes, Brod had taken me to the backyard, next to the garage to be exact, at around 11:30am. And, to top it off, he had me chained to a post from a leather collar my bro 'just happened to have layign around' his room. The sun was bright, the birds were chirping, Mr. Moore was mowing his lawn two houses down, and my brother was pleasuring me in ways I never even knew existed. The lush green grass and the dark brown soil was cool to the touch. As Broderick licked the wet, gooey, smelly mess from my inner-thigh I sighed at just the thought of how many levels of Wrongness was being breached. But I could only do that; sigh . . . and moan a little. His talented wide tongue lapped lovingly across my young furry testicles. Despite the smell, it was wonderful! My red wolfhood stayed completely stiff. This was turning out to be the best birthday ever!
But then Brod made his way lower still; down my inner thigh, across my left calve, before making his way to my footpaw. My being on my paws and knees only gave him access my paw-pads. I looked back to see him smiling as he was caressing my left footpaw.
"Baby bro, you know I love you, right?" He asked. "And you love me, right?" I nodded. "So . . ." He paused for a long moment, massaging my footpaw with both thumbs, one hundred percent of his attention was on my footpaw. ". . . so, you promise that no one will know about this . . . right?"
I hesitated. It crossed my mind. This was way too weird to even comprehend! I shook my head. "Of course not, big Bro." I couldn't tell anyone about this. First of all, I was as guilty as he is! If he even knew I was writing this he'd kill me!
Almost before I gave him my consent, he buried his entire face into the sole of my paw, taking in a deep whiff of my footpaw's scent. I giggled and I could almost feel him blush, but then I felt his tongue lick heel, then my pads and my toes and then my claws. It was a . . . new, something I haven't felt before. It wasn't exactly arousing, it was more along the lines of a relaxing massage. Just imagine if you were at a spa and during your massage the masseuse bathed you with a warm, moist, slightly rough sponge: Heavenly.
A warm breeze blew through my fur, cooling me off suddenly and making me shiver. Broderick never stopped licking my footpaws. He could hear me struggle against the chain from me trying to look back to see exactly he was doing. I was surprised to see him rubbing his cheek against the sole of my footpaw, tickling me with his soft fur. I moaned out a little.
Just then, Mr. Moore down the street turned off his lawnmower. We both sat still for a moment but then ignored it. Brod stood up and flipped me over on my back before sliding out of his boxers (the only thing he had on. Again, his wolfhood was hard as a rock and dripping that wonderful crystalline liquid from the tip. Almost out of nowhere, he had a small bottle of lube in his right paw.
"Now here's something I always wanted to try." He opened the bottle and he poured it . . . on his footpaws! I raised an eyebrow. I felt a bit embarrassed by what he said. It seemed like he was calling me his lab dog for which he could do experiments on. But that thought quickly went away. If he was about to do what I think he was going to do . . .
Brod sat down next to me in the grass. "Just sit still." He said as he adjusted his lubed footpaw over my warm cock. I jumped as I felt the tips of his clawed toes tap against my most sensitive parts. He grabbed my leg and signaled for me to do the same, pouring a generous amount of lube on my footpaw. He began to rub up and down my cock with his footpaw gripping it as best he could with his toes.
It was yet another new feeling for me. The sole of his footpaw was cold and damp from the lube but ti still felt quite wonderful as it slid across my achingly hard member. I began to rub back, eliciting a moan from my big brother. He leaned his head back, seeming to enjoy it at least 10 times more than I was. His breathing was shallow and audible, panting as he lightly humped in rhythm with my footpaw's stroke against his hot cock. Brod must have dreamed of this day for years!
But all dreams must end, and this one ended with the creaking open of the backyard fence. The fence itself was 6 feet of timber and the hinges were at least 8 years old and rusting, making a loud creaking noise whenever it was opened even a little bit. But this time, it was open all the way. We both sat there like deer caught in headlights as the older kangaroo walked closer to us with a strange look on his muzzle (why wouldn't he?). I probably had an even more stranger look on mine.
He walked closer, very slowly as if he were wading in alligator infested swamp waters. Me and Brod were frozen.
". . . Broderick? Alex? W-what are you doing?" He asked inquisitively, seeming oddly interested in what we were doing. That's when Brod quickly stood up, stumbling as he tried to cover his wolfhood. I bolted up, but fell abruptly back down with a 'Meep!' once I remembered the chain around my neck.
"Mr. Moore! Um . . . Hi! How are ya?" My bro asked startled, yet with an embarrassed, friendly smile, only one paw barely coving his 8 inches of hard meat but his tail tucked between his legs helped a little. The 'roo only blinked in response, trying to piece together what he walked in on. Brod held out his paw for mr. Moore to shake. He hesitated from shaking his paw but did anyway, making time to stare at my Brod's lean body completely covered in gray fur except for his chest and inner thigh which was an off-white and me with a leather collar and chain around my neck.
I didn't know my 17 year old brother was bashful. As soon as Mr. Moore shook his paw, he wagged his tail, forgetting he was still nude. I just shook my head, not saying a thing.
"So, what brings you here?" Brod asked. The older 'roo from down the street shook out of his slight daze. He sniffed the air, catching an odd odor.
"I'm here to borrow a few lawn bags from the garage. Your dad gave me a key." He said dangling his set of keys. Brod simply pointed to the garage behind him as if nothing strange had happened moments earlier. The athletically built kangaroo walked by and opened the garage. There was a strange calm. I only waved awkwardly as he passed by me.
He came out moments later with the lawn bags and closed the garage. He walked towards the gate with only a nod to my brother who was still smiling like an idiot. Then Mr. Moore stopped and looked back, pointing in our general direction but at nothing in particular.
"Not trying to be nosy here, but, uh, were you two brothers pleasuring each other with your footpaws while one is being chained to a post . . . and something involving shit?" He had an eyebrow raised. We both looked down in shame as if a dark cloud descended over us. Mr. Moore snickered a little. I looked up at him. "Hehe, seems to me like you two need a donkey and a midget to complete this outfit."
I raised an eyebrow, my brother suddenly regained his wits when he heard Mr. Moore laugh. Brod stepped closer to the older 'roo, reaching past him to close the gate, keeping us all in. He gave Mr. Moore a toothy smile. He put a paw on the 'roo's shoulder, his erect canine ears folded back and his muzzle bristled in anger and in his most serious voice he said:
"Look, if you tell anyone about what you saw here today, you'll be eating through a straw for the next few months, okay?" Mr. Moore chuckled.
"You know, you'd be more intimidating if your cock wasn't dripping on my leg." Broderick looked down, caught off guard by the realization. Both me and Brod were caught off guard by what he said next. "If you're into kinky stuff, I'll let you borrow my dog, Fido. He's a nice and big mellow German Shepherd's Dog, about 3 years old."
I raised an eyebrow and Broderick was silent. We always heard Mr. Moore's feral dog barking. He was the only one of the block who owned a Feral canine since the Governor re-approved their sell and ownership to Non-Feral Animals. (This created a great uproar about who or what was considered 'feral' and about feral rights and blah blah blah politics, yada yada yada civil rights, whatever. Anyways, having a feral pet was rare and expensive.) I got to see Mr. Moore's feral dog frequently since he made great effort to walk it everyday for at least an hour. Seeing that dog made me hard whenever I saw it. "Fido" was rare and exotic. Made me wonder if their 'boy parts' were like my 'boy parts'.
The older 'roo cracked a smile when Brod let go of his shoulder.
". . . really?" My big bro asked starstruck as if Mr. Moore just told him he could drive his new Ferrari. It was essentially the same thing! Owning a feral pet was something only for High Society, especially with the new fees and taxes for having them. A dog like Mr. Moore's probably cost about 15 grand, and that was just the license fee! Counting all of the special fees and laws, the 'roo had to be caughing up at least an extra 2 to 3 thousand bucks a month to own Fido! His feral German Shepherd's Dog was the only feral dog I'd ever seen in my entire life. I always wondered what it'd be like to pet him. Mr. Moore smiled even more noticing my 17 year old brother wagging his tail like a pup.
"Sure ya two can borrow my dog! I always like to help out boys in need of a lil fun around the neighborhood." My ears perked and I stood up, the heavy chain giving me just enough slack. Mr. Moore walked back to me, examining the chain and collar. "Looks like you two are quite . . . advanced for your age. I didn't get into bondage until well into my 30s." He said with a laugh, his thick tail swishing a bit. I was stunned to say the least, but that was masked by my interest. I am surrounded by perverts?
My brother unleashed me, but left my black leather collar on. My fur was still wet, but starting to dry out a little. Mr. Moore wouldn't take his eyes off of my nude body, shamelessly checking out my stiff wolfhood. He licked his lips before asking,
"So, what's the occasion? Apparently your parents aren't home."
"It's Alex's 13th birthday. Thought I'd do something special for him." Brod said rather bluntly. The kangaroo grinned.
"Even more reason I'll let you two boys borrow Fido. . . but, you'll have to do something for me in return." At this point, we were both hooked. There was nothing that could make us say no. Mr. Moore paused for a moment. "I'll let you two play with Fido all ya want, if you let me record it." He said with a smile. We both paused it it was me who shouted, practically bouncing on my heels; "Deal!!!".
[end of part 3]
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