FSE

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Standard warnings, read the tags, don't be underage, blah blah blah.

--Most characters are owned by me unless I have specified elsewhere--

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It's one of those dreams you get when you don't dream at all for a while. It's a slight blackness in an empty void with a dull ringing in your ears. Like staring into space just while asleep. Nothing to do except to just be there, staring into the nothingness until you get jarred and pulled to some form of semi-consciousness.

He squints a few times before blinking, a familiar light pouring into a room from the more than usual closed shades. The blurry view of his office comes into what can't quite be called focus from the vantage point from the top of a smooth surfaced desk. The dog groans a little, as he blinks again, his eyes centering on a towering mountain of white. He sits up a bit, rubbing his eyes as the mountain in a casual business suit casually chuckles "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, did I wake you? May I call you 'Jack'?".

"W-wha-? Oh, Mr. Cooper" he says, shaking the grogginess away with a toss of his head. "Uh, yeah. Jack's fine." Jack's paw moves to his face only to find it quite damp and a large puddle of drool on his desk. He opens a drawer pulling out a roll of paper towels and starts mopping it up. "Er.. Pardon me for being a little forward; I didn't expect a visit..." Jack gives a weak smile of confusion to the rather large polar bear sitting a few feet away from him. "No worries at all, Jack. I had just got here. I was just in the area when I thought I'd pay our newest member a visit. Mrs. Farlaway let me in, I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time..."

The large jowled basset hound rubs the back of his head in embarrassment for being caught sleeping on the job yet again by both his guest and secretary. "N-no, right now's perfect. No clients today and such. So, what can I do for you Mr. Cooper?" The dog asks with an air of blatant curiosity. His nose gives a small sniff in the air catching a whiff of the bear's cologne as well as the hint of a very strong male musk. "I'm glad you asked." the bear says with a soft pleased growl behind his voice. "We had such a great chat back at the club; I wanted to give you a personal welcome." Taken aback Jack can't quite hold back a soft blush, though he's still not exactly sure what they had talked about... he was pretty hammered after all. "Oh, um, thank you. I'm still not sure what 'gold membership' is..." he trails off, looking for hints from the bear.

Mr. Cooper sits quietly with a smirk "Oh, I'm sure you'll like it. Each membership is custom tailored to their patron, and with a level like yours, there's quite a lot to the amenities." Those big black lips give a wide predatorial grin, displaying all those sharp teeth. Jack's nose twitches again, finding himself taking a very deep sniff of the air. Without even thinking he gives out a little bit of a moan, never before having smelled such a strong scent. He breaths out slowly, his eyes wide with embarrassment. The bear chuckles as he watches with great amusement. "You see, Mr. Anderson, There are almost no rules to members, except for one." Mr. Cooper mrrs out softly and starts to unbutton his suit pants.

Stunned, Jack sits there, watching the massive polar bear start to undo his pants right before him. As soon as the fabric pulls free from his black underwear, the heavy musk hits the dog's nose like a ton of bricks. His eyes well up with tears, yet he can't help himself from eagerly leaning over the desk to take a very deep sniff, breathing in a lungful of the bear's hot male scent. His fingers grip the desk as if grasping for his heterosexuality. As he spreads his legs, Mr. Cooper just gives another deep belly chuckle "There, you go Jack" he coos, enjoying the hound's conflict "Like I was saying, 'barely any rules save for one.' I own everything that's a part of the club. Which, Mr. Anderson, includes you now?"

The bear's tone is surprisingly soft, though whether or not Jack herd him was another question. The dog was busy sniff sniffing at the air, leaning far over his desk, knocking over his various trinkets and name plate. With a smile the bear pulls up his paw and extends his finger in a "come hither" motion, which Jack mindlessly obeys. He gets out of his chair and comes around his desk to the bear. That big polar bear paw pushes onto his shoulder, gripping and rubbing it as he pushes the basset hound down. "There's a good boy, you like being property don't you?" He chides with a belittling tone. Jack can only whimper a little and nod, that thick smell pressing against his will power to do anything but obey.

Once that hound was properly kneeling, Mr. Cooper sits back in his chair. He pets Jack on his head, between his ears, more like someone would a more four legged animal than a person. "Good puppy" he coos, his paw pulling that dumbfounded muzzle towards his open fly. Jack pants hotly, so close to that lap, and being pulled into it. Before long, his nose bumps against that fleshy mound. He obediently takes a large sniff. His eyes sleepily blink as that hypnotizing musk push his will away. Jack starts to nuzzle the bear's heavy sheath through those tight undergarments.

That conversation long forgotten in his drunken haze back in the club the night before starts to bubble back to the surface. He remembers the bear offering him a seat at the bar. He takes the seat, and the free drink that's offered, one of many in that night. He talks about the good time he's having, the bear offers a better time. The two share stories about work and jobs, weather, sports, the general small talk conversations. He remembers the bear petting his drunken muzzle a little before pulling him into a kiss. The next moments are lost footage of memory, but near the end of the event, Jack remember eagerly paying for a round for the entire bar as well as a large donation, for which the bear is shocked and surprised.

Jack blinks softly, his mind drifting back into a fog as he watches the bear's heavy paw grip his underwear and pull it down. The direct scents hitting his muzzle making him gag from the strength of the musky pheromones. That big paw keeps rubbing his head, enticing him closer and closer until he nuzzles up against the sweaty sheath. "Good, puppy!" the bear coos hotly at the basset hound. "Now lick." Before even thinking about it, that broad doggy tongue starts to slurp up against the damp sheath, granting a moan of approval from the big ursine.

That thick sheath brings salt and musk into the dog's sensitive muzzle. His nose pressing right up against that fleshy thing with that hypnotizing musk. The bear shifts about letting the hound get a full mouth full of those large bear orbs. Jack starts to lick and slurp as the heavy salty round things are pushed into his muzzle. He moans out loudly enjoying himself, despite his forgotten orientation. The bear rubs his thick belly, moaning at the wonderful attention. The silky softness of those large jowls feeling so good while he begins to rub himself. The bear's member starts to stir, thickening that sheath and the black mushroom shaped tip begins to poke free.

Jack doesn't need to even be told, that musk the only thing he can breathe in pulling his maw upwards toward that slick slimy black flesh. His maw slobbers its way up to that pole. The shiny ebony shaft pushes out against the hound's moist nose. He slides the cock up gently letting it dip into his maw. It's moist and slightly slimy as if the bear didn't wash inside his sheath very often. His nose wrinkles as he groans, but the bear's paws hold his muzzle still, grunting out as that thick bodied mushroom starts to grow. The dog's expressionless muzzle drools out into the bear's lap; he begins to nurse heavily on that thickening cock. Sucking heavily as the bear bobs Jack's head upon it.

"Oh, Jack, this is so what I need right now." the bear pants, grunting out as if the dog could even comprehend his words. The polar bear just loves how his musk has its way with people. He moans out loudly, his thick ursinehood pushing to its full 12 inch length. He rub's the dog's neck feeling the bulge of his shaft within it, pulling back just enough so the mutt could breath. He rubs over those giant floppy ears, enjoying just how cute they make that straight pup as his thick paws grip against them, using them as handles while he pumps that hot warm muzzle along the bear's throbbing length. Every once and awhile, the polar bear pulls those ears hard enough to sink that muzzle down to the hilt, pushing that nose up under his big fluffy gut, and holds it there till Jack starts to gag before letting him up to breathe again.

Jack moans out against that hot shaft. Feeling that slimy black skinned member slip between his leathery muzzle lips until he breathes in the sweaty musk from under that belly that starts to rest upon his nose. He can't help but wag his tail in utter excitement as he services such a strong male. His brain keeps making small hardly noticeable protests of "no wait, I'm straight!" but it hardly seems to matter as he does everything he can to make Mr. Cooper happy. After all, how could something that smells so good be so bad? Jack fights with this dilemma for a while before the bear yanks his ears painfully, pulling him away from that heavy slobber moistened member. The dog's drool dribbles in a puddle on the floor as he's pulled away.

The dog blinks a little bit before the bear pulls up harder on his ears forcing Jack to climb into the white beast's lap. He doesn't know when, but somehow, somewhere the basset hound has removed his pants, leaving him nude from the waist down. With a heavy paw, the bear mrrs softly gripping his member, giving it a few tugs before angling it between Jack's thick wrinkled basset hound rump. He pokes that flat wide ursine tip at the pink puckered hole. "Now, SIT!" the bear roars out with a hard commanding tone. Jack's ears perk up as he obeys, accidently jamming the tip of that fat cock into his rear with a loud yelp. The bear's claws close around his muzzle keeping it shut as to not alert anyone on the outside of the office. The basset hound's tail flags, being spread so widely around that hard bear rod, making his back arch. Jack pants hotly as the polar bear starts to guide his hips down, forcing more and more of his long thick shaft into the pudgy basset hound.

The big bellied polar bear grunts out. "Oh, it's been a long time since I've fucked such a tight bitch." he moans out to himself. His paw relaxes off of the dog's muzzle as more of his flesh pushes into that tight quivering hole. "I'm surprised you're still a virgin with an ass like that" he teases. He gives a hard thrust, shoving up and deeper into the hypnotized dog. His paw rubs over those wide hips, pushing a finger underneath and rubbing at that hole, feeling just how stretched it is. The bear groans loving the power over the poor abused doggy. Jack moans out, feeling so full of his master's cock. He pushes down one last inch feeling the bears spit soaked ball fur press up against this rump. The bear moans loudly as he can feel each wag of the basset hound's tail from within that tight ass. The inside of Jack's twitching and squeezing hole is velvety and warm around the urine's heavy pulsing member.

The bear pulls out, pushing the hound up so far, sliding against that long track of a cock. He pulls that pole just to the very tip, letting that twitching tail bud squeeze down just behind his fat head. The bears other claw starts to press down on that pert rose bud. He slowly slides the mutt down on his cock letting that tail hole roll over his paw finger and that ass slide his paw down until his shaft hilts. He pulls his finger out of that over stretched hole on the way out again then returns that rump to its correct place, nestled tightly against his balls.

The bear starts thrusting up again into his captive thrall, starting a slow but hard pace, pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. The polar bear's breathing is hard and heavy, focused on the task at hand, using his tight little flesh light. The bear's filthy paw finger finds itself pressing into those wiggling jowls, and Jack can't help but start suckling on it eagerly. His tongue lapping up onto the paw finger as if it were another cock, finding it only a finger tasting of his insides, plundered moments ago. Even still his tongue traces against the pad, focusing on cleaning the fur and the sharp bear claw.

He roars out, standing up. The bear changing position, putting Jack on his back on top of his own desk as Mr. Cooper builds into a more powerful thrust. The bear revels in his thick cock scraping the insides of that tight dog ass. The basset hound looks so cute like that. On his back, black polar bear cock buried between those large ass cheeks. Tail waggling like a happy pup. One thick bear paw rubbing up his head, gripping those wide and long basset hound ears while the other has a finger stuffed into the bear's maw. The bear sucking upon that paw finger like a cub on a milk swollen tit. How cute indeed. The bear thrusts wildly, foam starting to froth at his leathery black muzzle lips as he pounds hard and fast into that tail star.

The mountain of a bear starts to orgasm hard with a deep bellow that shakes the blinds on the windows. His cock pulsing hard as it begins to spew forth piping hot ursine seed into his club's newest member. Jack grunts out as he feels his belly start to fill with the thick jelly. The bear collapses on top of the hound, panting hard as he grinds his cock into that cum filled ass. "Good boy, good 'lil pup" He moans and teases through his afterglow.

That fur, Jack's thick dog hood grinds up into that silky bear fur. He squeaks as his knot thumps heavily and heavy basset hound puppy batter spurts out in between their two bellies. Whatever is left of his consciousness slips quickly back into darkness.

Mr. Cooper slowly pulls out his softening member out of the dog and leans back admiring his handiwork. The basset hound's diamond shaped hole now gapes widely in a sticky yawn drooling thick globs of bear cum. The polar bear mrrrs sliding his paw out of Jack's mouth, gripping his ears and pulling that muzzle closer. The large bear holds the root of his messy cock in one paw and the dog's ears in another as he pushes his fast cock head back between those loose lips, cleaning him off. He thrusts that limp member a few times into that wet maw, making sure it's clean enough before pulling fully out and wiping the remainder off on the bridge of Jack's nose.

The bear pants sitting back in the chair letting the dog flop down onto the desk's top. A few quiet moments pass before the polar bear stands up again and pull back his pants back up. The bear pats the used pup on the head a few times mrring "good boy" a few times before starting to head out the door. The polar bear puts on his hat and heads out. Mr. Cooper smirks, giving the so hot and bothered vixen, Mrs. Farlaway, a nod as he goes by. The bear mrrs taking in a large sniff of the air, knowing she's been watching through the door's key hole the entire time, more than obvious she's been fondling herself as well.

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Jack groans out, awakening once again with his head on his desk. Though this time, is a little different. He's still in a puddle of his own slobber but his mouth tastes funny. The room smells funny. He finds himself moaning as he can smell lingering manly musk. He vaguely remembers the bear coming in to talk to him, but nothing beyond pleasantries. As he sits up, he whimpers, his rump incredibly sore.

Something on his desk catches his eye. A large piece of laminated paper floats lazily in his puddle of doggy drool. Reading he scratches his head.

"-Dear Jack,

Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I had a great time. I had fun discussing when to throw your party. How does next Saturday sound?

_Sincerely, _

Mr. Cooper"

Jack can't quite figure out why, but he suddenly pulls the note in to sniff it, even more confused on being frustrated that it's laminated and can't smell the paper itself.