Relief 7 - The Closer We Are
Relief 7-The Closer We Are.
By MonsieurFoxy
After a full afternoon of cleaning and sorting the wreckage of their living room, Jake and Jesse sat back on their favorite couch, a little cramped now with the change in Jesse's body size. The well-worn couch sagged and gave out a whining groan of protest at the weight that came to rest on it as Jesse gingerly relaxed back and put his arm around behind his lover. Jake, having done the majority of the mental work of where things went, and remembering how much he had to do still the next days to catch up on his work, leaned back into the warmth of Jesse's muscled arm. Jake's neck popped as the muscles unknotted and stretched in the heat radiating from Jesse's arm. It was like a thick fur rug over marble, if the marble had a heartbeat that caused the massive torso connected to that arm to rise and fall, with the soft, cavernous sound of Jesse's breathing.
Jake sighed contentedly, and then sat up as a thought struck him.
"Jesse?"
"Huh? What's up Jake?"
"Do you think that there could be someone else out there like us?"
"Dunno, how would we go about finding out?"
"I don't have the slightest idea. Just a random thought that occurred to me. I mean, what are the chances that this is just a random accident of nature. I mean, what about basic physics? How do I explain your sudden ability to think, plan, speak, and reason? How do I make sense of the fact that you learned to do all this pretty much instantly?"
"Sorry, Jake, no clue."
"That's not your fault. But do you remember me working in the printshop, and how I use the big printing presses for large invitation card batches?"
"Hmmm, yeah now that you mention it, I do. I was always frustrated that you could spend so much time around them and just tune me out. I got mad once, and peed on the biggest one."
"Yeah, I scolded you pretty harshly that time."
"You want me to help you play catch-up on the work?"
"Exactly."
"I guess we should actually sleep now, then."
"I think we'd better."
With that, Jake stood slowly, and pulled Jake directly up off the couch, and into his arms. He cradled Jake against his sculpted chest, and snuggled Jake's head under his chin, before gently carrying him through the house, and down the hallway, to their bedroom. He laid Jake out, and slowly pulled the covers down the bed, and rolled them together at the bottom of the bed. Jake, nonplussed by Jesse's Jesse's actions, tried to sit up to pull the blankets up over himself, before being pushed flat again, as Jesse stepped over him, and Jake found himself folded up in the middle of a muscle-and-fur blanket named Jesse, as Jesse curled up around Jake, covering him almost completely.
"See? We don't need blankets. I'd probably just chew on them in my sleep anyways."
"Well, I guess I can't complain. Good-night, Jesse."
"Good-night Jake."
Jake craned his head around to meet Jesse's muzzle craning down, and they kissed as best they could before settling back down to sleep.
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Jake awoke slowly, his body becoming alert and aware of itself by stages. First, his legs and arms tingled and then became responsive. His first conscious act to reach down and scratch between his thighs, awakening his morning wood. Then his heart sped just a little, pumping more blood to his member, quickly changing it from a soft supple bit of flesh, to a throbbing, veined, hyper-sensitive, rock-hard shaft rising from his crotch to rub against the underside of Jesse's brawny muscled forearm. Jesse sniffled in his sleep, his body not quite awake yet, and cuddled Jake even closer to him, reminding him that he needed to relieve himself. As he tried to sit up, Jesse's arm tightened further, pulling him back down, and instinctively positioning his smaller mate's round firm asscheeks perfectly for his own morning erection to spear right up Jake's crack. Jake now realized what was coming, and simply stopped resisting, and allowed Jesse's copious maleness to slide comfortably up and down his crack, oozing clear, slimy pre. Jesse now cracked one eye open and peered down to see what was making him so horny. His nostrils dilated, taking in first Jake's arousal, and then his own growing musk. His hips jumped back and forth a little all on their own, and before either of them could say a word, caught the lip of Jake's opening, and slid right in.
Jake and Jesse both groaned in pleasure, one at the tightness around his shaft, the other at the size of that shaft stretching his insides. Jake moaned a little louder, and lifted his right leg up and away from his left, as the shaft continued probing deeper inside him, and opened his hips to try and ease the penetration. He was still slick from the last two days of almost continuous sex, but Jesse's shaft stretched him almost as much as it did the first time. Jesse now panted, and positioning his muzzle next to his mate's ear, panted, "Good morning, Jake. I love you."
Jake's rejoinder was lost as Jesse hilted in him, driving the breath from his lungs, and rubbing right across the back of his prostate, robbing him of both breath and reason for a few blissful seconds. Jesse just grunted, and pulled halfway out, before pistoning forward slowly, to hilt himself again. Just enjoying the tightness, and the heat from Jake's body that seeped through his shaft and down into his balls. Slowly, as they both began to breath harder, and Jesse rolled over to cover Jake and fuck him sideways, Jesse's balls swelled and an answering heat began to echo back up to his shaft, making his knot begin to show. The slight thickening caused Jake to throw back his head and groan loudly, the sensation driving him over the edge as his nuts contracted and squeezed his first cum out and right onto Jesse's waiting tongue, as the added pressure on his buried shaft caused him to bark loudly, and jump forward. Which caused Jake to cum again, his cock jumping and swaying wildly with the sudden motion and second almost continuous crescendo of his nervous system.
Jesse's knot fully inflated, just in time to fetch up tight against Jake's stretched hole, and make him cry out in pleasure, the overload to his nuts and nerves making him giddy and light-headed. He arched and reached his right arm around under Jesse's armpit and pulled himself down, tying himself securely upon his big lover's knot, and making them both cry into the kiss that they shared, Jesse feeding a little of his lover's cum back to him, snowballing with him as they shared breath, saliva, sweat, seed, and tongues.
They both bucked now, Jesse's movements restricted by the knot trapped deeply inside his mate, and Jake back into his thrusts, trying to drag that knot deeper inside his ass. They rolled over to the left, letting their bodies naturally curve around one another, and cradle together, as they floated on an afterglow, as Jesse's balls continued to let go and blow every drop of seed they held into his partner's guts. Jake panted and groaned, wincing as the pressure built up again inside his gut as Jesse's enormous load had nowhere to go but deeper into his tract, causing his lower abdomen to actually dome out slightly from the volume that was trapped by Jesse's amazing knot.
Jesse panted and groaned as my body began to spasm around his meaty knot, and I moaned as I felt the pressure begin to subside as the cum flooded up into my small intestine, and even my stomach.
Jesse tried to speak, but only pants came out. *pant* *Pant* "I thought I was going to die for a second there. You came, and squeezed me so hard I thought my heart would burst."
"Same here. My guts won't let me fit any more in. Maybe we shouldn't do this first thing in the morning again."
"I'd agree to that. But I get you as soon as you come out of the shower each morning to make up for it. And I get to fuck you for as long as I want before we start work for the day."
"Alright, but only if you promise not to sleep all day because you got tired out from humping my ass for hours on end. I'm going to need your help to keep up with this load of backed-up orders!"
"Deal."
By this time, Jesse's knot had shrunk down, and I was able to gingerly start tugging on it, to see if it was ready to pop free and let us both up to use the bathroom and shower and eat. It shifted, and I could feel that it had lost some of it's firmness, and now seemed to pulse and deflate in time with his heart, which was also thudding deep inside his chest. I could feel his ribcage thrumming with the force of his heart pounding away as it tried to catch up with his body.
Jake tried tugging again, and this time Jesse's knot gave and came loose, along with a small wave of spent cum. It poured out, along with a wet *splorch* I quickly clenched down and tried to not let it soak the mattress, and waddled as fast as my legs would go to the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my guts, as my body tried to cope with my lover's immense load.
Jesse settled back on the bed, his nuts feeling loose and lighter as they rested against one thigh. This morning had been exceptionally intense, and he hadn't been joking with Jake when he said that his heart nearly burst. There was a tiny ache there now, already fading with the afterglow. He smelt at the stains in his fur, and the stains in the bed for a moment, savoring the mingled scents of his lover and himself. Then he slowly crawled off the bed, and started to pull the sheets off the bed, before the puddle of cum began to soak the mattress underneath. He wadded them up to carry to the washing machine, and felt his cock slip back inside his sheath as he straightened up and walked through their bedroom door. He rolled the phrase, "their bedroom" around in his mind, finding ineffable contentment in the thought. He soon forgot about that as he felt and smelt the cum begin to soak down through the soiled sheets, and drip against his footpaws as he walked down the hallway. He walked faster, and put a paw underneath to catch the leakage best he could until he reached the washer.
Jake sat for a moment on the toilet, enjoying the release of the painful pressure in his gut from Jesse's enormous load. Then he felt the flip-side of that feeling; the emptiness in his gut. His hips were loose and relaxed, stretched by Jesse's knot, and soaked in the intense heat from his load. Jake grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and wiping the excess from his well-worked hole, flushed and stepped across to the shower, turning on the chromed knobs until the water was where he wanted it temperature-wise. He slid in after a few seconds, and sighed deep in his chest as the hot water sluiced away sweat and drying cum. He hung his head, letting the hot water and gravity stretch his neck and relieve the crick that was developing there. He rolled his shoulders, and felt the loosening of muscles and tendons there as well. Jake turned, letting the hot, needlelike spray of the showerhead beat against his face and his closed eyes. It refreshed and finished waking him up. He soaped himself quickly but thoroughly, to get as much of the musk out of his skin as possible, so he didn't walk around smelling like sex all day. After he finished, he turned off the water, and opened the curtain, to reach for a towel, when a warm, strong set of furred hands lifted him over the edge of the tub, and wrapped a towel around him. He looked up at Jesse's muzzle, quirked playfully up on one side.
"Hey, Jesse."
"Heya back, Jake."
"So...... we've got to get some work done today, okay?"
"Sure, just show me what you want done."
"Hmmmm, do you have any ideas as to what you might actually know to do?"
"Nope, but I bet I can learn pretty quickly, as I DO remember watching you from the floor, and from leaning up to see your worktop."
"I guess that'll have to do."
Jesse turned out to be a pretty dab hand at handing Jake the things he asked for, but he did have trouble reading the type sets, since the letters were all backwards. The one time Jake let Jesse try to set the letters, they spent another half an hour painstakingly picking them out of the machine when Jesse dropped some of them into the machine the tray was perched atop. Then a few more when he bumped the whole thing, and it wasn't yet clamped into a printing frame. After that, Jesse just watched, and helped by carrying the reams of custom-made paper and vellum from the storage closet at the back of the shop. Around noon, Jake's stomach rumbled, followed by Jesse's bigger one, and they both grimaced at the noise, realizing that they barely had made a dent in the outgoing orders. But their stomachs rumbled again, and they left the basement for some food.
As I climbed the stairs, I became aware that Jesse's nose was right at butt-level as he followed my up to the hallway leading past the kitchen. He sniffed, and I groaned and good-naturedly reached behind me and poked him in the nose to shoo him away. Jesse responded by picking my up under my armpits and lifting me right up the last couple of steps, and carried me clear into the kitchen and sat me down, pushing the chair back in, with me in it. He made it clear that he was going to make up for spilling the letter-dies earlier, by making lunch for me. He rummaged in the fridge, and pulled out the veggies, cold-cuts, and some condiments, and I quickly realized he wasn't cooking, but making sandwiches for us both.
"Hey Jesse?"
"Yeah, Jake?"
"You making sandwiches?"
"Yup."
"Don't forget to-"
Jesse interrupted me and chuckled, the sound lifting the hair on the back of my neck a little, coming out strangely from his broad muzzle. He craned his head around and gave me the biggest, toothiest grin I have ever seen on anyone, and replied, "Of course, I remember: no mustard, light on the pickles, extra tomato".
"But when did I ever tell you that?"
"Easy. You never put any on your sandwiches, and you always gave me the last bite."
"Oh, well duh. Of course you remember that. How many times have I eaten sandwiches when I'm working?"
"A lot."
"I was speaking rhetorically."
"Rhetori-what?"
"Rhetorically. You know, asking a question out loud, and not expecting an answer, because you figure the other guy alread knows?"
Jesse was silent for a second, putting the sandwiches together while he digested that tidbit. He turned, and set a pair of plates on the table, and then sat down. One thing became immediately clear: his plate was piled with a bunch of meat, and not much else. Jesse gave me a look that said clearly, he wasn't a vegetarian. So we both chowed down, and after getting up twice to refill our glasses, and once for some napkins, we finished and put our plates in the dishwasher. Then, as I was turning for the basement, I was once again grabbed from behind by Jesse, and hugged to his furry chest. He snuffled in my ear for a second, and said,"you know, you're adorable, right? Like my own soft warm snuggle-toy."
"Is that so?" I asked, squirming a bit, and feeling a little indignant.
"Yup, that's part of why I love you so much."
His answer forestalled my tart rejoinder, and he carried me back down the stairs, before setting me on my feet at the bottom. We glanced once at each other, and went back to work. I managed to finish off one more day's-worth of backorders, and get about one-third of the next day of backorders done, before we ran out of room for finished orders to cure on my drying racks, and we had to call it a day. As we walked up the stairs, this time, I jumped, as a Very wet tongue licked the back of my neck. Jesse again, feeling affectionate and purposely showing it doggy-fashion. At the top of the stairs, the light from the setting sun slanted in through the kitchen, and painted a golden-red square on the floor of the hallway.
"Are we done for the day, Jake?"
"Yep. I would've wanted to do a little more, but my curing racks are full, and that pigment-based ink has to cure a little, so it doesn't smear when I stack and package that batch of invitations."
"Oh. Well, does that mean I can cuddle you some more?"
"Sure. AFTER I get a shower, and wash all the paper dust, ink, and oil off both of us. I ruined a couple couches that way before I learned to keep work at work."
"Can I help you wash?"
"Of course you can, Jesse. I love having someone to do my back for me, and you're too funny when you're soaking wet."
"Well, washing's a lot more fun when I can get the soap out of my nose, and keep it out of my ears."
"Good point. I can't say as I'd like to get soap there either."
We went to the bathroom, and I experienced a chuckle at Jesse's expense, as he knocked into the top of the doorframe, and yelped softly, as the top of his skull clipped the wood. I heard a slight crackling noise and stopped laughing, as I noticed a couple of tiny splinters clinging to Jesse's short fur. I motioned him over, and checked him for cuts or splinters in his skin, but his thick, short fur protected him. The doorframe on the other hand, would need some wood putty, and a new coat of paint. Oh well.
Jake chuckled, as my forehead stung a little, but I shrugged it off, and shook my head, both to reorient myself, and to shake the splinters of wood out of my fur. I bent down, and let Jake's soft hairless hands brush over my nose and muzzle, a concerned expression on his face erasing the amusement of a moment before. I snuffled softly, just enough to move the hair across his forehead a little.
I inhaled his scent, a mixture of coolness from the basement, ink, paper, oil, and brass from the letter dies. Anywho, I wanted to smell HIM.
His natural scent, his skin, shampoo, soap, and the lotion he used on his hands and somehow always managed to get worked into my fur as he petted me and took care of me when I was still four-legged. Anywho, I figured out the shower knobs fast enough that the water was already warm for him and just hot enough to suit me, and stepped in and grinned my biggest cheesiest grin at him as he stripped off his dirty coverall and his underpants.
He tried the water with a finger, and actually turned it up a tick or two. Then he jumped in, clinging to my water-soaked chest, and leaned into me. My footpads gripped the bathtub quite well, and I hoisted him higher, so his head and shoulders were clear of the water streaming from the showerhead. He laughed, and tweaked my ear lightly, before rubbing behind it.
That so-familiar pleasureable spasm started from my ear, and spread through my upper body. I set him down in the tub, and knelt over him, the water further saturating me and running down over him. I grunted, because the tub was hard against my knees, but they soon settled against the tub and Jake's thighs. The discomfort was blotted out by the warmth and the scent of my natural musk, and the oil and ink on both of us, swirled from my fur, and circled down around the drain. Jake grabbed the soap and started on my head, carefully rubbing the bar in circles around my my skull, but shielding my eyes with the other hand.
Then he'd put down the bar, and push my head back into the spray, and shielded my nose instead. I'd close my eyes and roll my head on my shoulders a little, feeling the sharpness of the soap wash free all the powder and oil from my hide, and it felt sooo good. I couldn't help letting out a puppyish whine of happiness as I got clean. I picked up the bar and started lathering Jake, but from the bottom up, as I sudsed up his feet and his legs up to the knees. He returned the favor by lathering my chest and as much of my shoulders and upper arms as he could reach from his seat under me.
Jesse's wet dog odor began to replace the smell of oil and matched the smell of the soap I used. Then he began to whine, a low, vibration that rose from his chest and was accompanied by a big puppy grin. I chuckled, then had to squirm, ticklish as he cleaned my feet and ankles. He stopped at just below my knees, and then gave me a huge lick on the face.
His tongue reached from the point of my chin, and out to each of my cheekbones, and up over my forehead. I made a noise of mock-disgust as his slightly pungent doggy-breath engulfed me. I quickly reached up on either side of his head, and rinsed my hands before bringing them down to wipe the spit from my face.
Then I had to poke him in his armpit, to get him to lift his left arm. I scrubbed there, rewarded by a waft of pure musk, as his body released it's sweat and natural odors. After he dropped his arm, and raising the other one, sniffed, before moving his head away, and grimacing slightly. Apparently, to his stronger nose, his musk was apparently stronger than before, and was enough to bother him.
But as I soaped and rinsed, and repeated until his front was clean, from nose to belly button, he became more relaxed, and then he took the soap from me and went directly for my naughty bits, sitting lax in the heat and humidity, between my thighs, resting on the bathtub bottom, and lathered them gently, and with far more attention than I felt was strictly necessary.
Even so, he had a silly grin on his muzzle the whole time, and I felt the twitching as my face tried to let loose a grin that mirrored his. His paws were very talented, as he cleaned everything, from thigh to thigh, navel to taint.
When he moved, and water cascaded down his chest, and down over his own package, to wash away all the soap. With his slightly longer fur matted down, it emphasized how much bigger he was, and one of his balls, hanging low and taut in his sack, was bigger than both of mine, and my soft cock, combined. I blushed a little at the thought that he was so much bigger, and yet, I was too comfortable to look away.
But his paw caught me under my chin and lifted my head, to meet his eyes. The love reflected there, and the contentment that his face was able to convey to me, washed the blush away with a gentler warmth that had very little to do with the temperature of the water, or my feeling of embarrassment. My heart throbbed, and I felt the blood rush through my, and a buzzing began as I realized how much a part of me, my life, and my heart this hulking mass of fur and emotions had become.
We had started as owner and pet, and were still owner and pet, but also partners, lovers, and mutual caretakers. We were both more than we had started out separately.
I leaned forward, and slipping a hand over each cheek, guided his big head down to mine, and kissed his muzzle. Those sharp canines, and that long, strong tongue wrestle with mine for a moment, then lay quiescent as our kiss gentled and became about union, meeting, and recognition, more than lust or pleasure.
The rest of the shower was lost to me, as we nestled together in that tiny shower, cleaning but already glowing with the purity of our feelings for each other.
End of part 7. Comments welcome! Sorry for the delay, I hope to get my writing back on some kind of schedule!