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"Okay, see you later, Mum."

Leif closed the front door and barely managed to hold a squeal of delight in. He rushed towards the window, pressing his snout up against the frame as he watched his parents roll their SUV out of the driveway and reverse onto the road. His mother waved out the passenger window as they drove off, and Leif waved in return. With a heavy, content sigh, he made his way to the sofa and flopped down. This was paradise.

Leif had turned 11 a month ago, and now, he was gaining the responsibilities of a real adult, or so his father said. He had waited for this day for a long time. It was the summer holidays: he wasn't due back for another 4 weeks, and his parents wanted to go shopping. Being sly, and inevitably lazy, Leif had refused to go with them. With a tense air, his parents had eventually agreed to let him stay at home whilst they were out, on very precise conditions: no-one was to be allowed in, and he wasn't allowed to make a mess. Leif, whilst nervous, had excitedly agreed!

The little husky pup lounged himself on the sofa as he pondered what exactly to do with the spare time he had. His parents would be away at the shopping center for a good few hours: he knew this because his mother had planned to get him some new clothes for the new school year. He had had a growth spurt recently and his clothes no longer fit him just right. He'd managed to grow an impressive 3 inches!

He considered the possibility of dragging his games console downstairs for use with his parents larger television in the living room: his own one was a run-down, cheap CRT model that didn't even have a HDMI port. His parents one, on the other hand, was an astonishing 42-inch LCD, and he had wanted to see his games in the crisp luxury of 1080p for a while. And now, he had the chance!

But on the other hand, he was comfy on the sofa. The idea of simply lounging and watching television was almost too tempting to resist. He wished his school friends were over, but whilst he was lazy, he was also obedient: he knew better than to defy his parents wishes on the one day they'd given him the responsibility to stay at home. He heaved himself up into an upright position and scratched his white and black head fur for a moment, his ears tilting to the slightest sounds.

The husky pup eventually decided the games console was probably the best idea. He vaulted over the sofa's head, making his way up the stairs with a wild energy. Before he did anything, he decided it was better to change, so he stipped off his pyjamas and tugged on a thin, summer T-Shirt and a pair of shorts, then sat to tug on some thin socks over his wiggling puppy toes. He then finally scooped up his console and the array of controllers and games he required, and proceeded to make his way downstairs, with his hands full.

As he made his way into the living room, he heard an odd scratching: the sound of something scraping against wood. He frowned as he paused to listen for the sound, trying to catch the source. His ears told him it was coming from the front door. Curiously, he dropped his console down onto the cushioned seats of the sofa and made his way there.

"What is that?" He muttered to himself, finding that it was, in fact, coming from the front door. He stood just by the handle and listened as the scratching became more and more intense. After a while, he heard another noise: a soft whining, high-pitched and almost desperate. He knew the sound well enough to know it had to be a dog of some sort.

Slowly, he unlocked the latch on the door and pulled the handle, swinging it open. He was surprised by what he saw: It was a dog, yes, but it was a rather large one! It was sitting back on it's haunches, it's tail thumping behind it. It appeared to be a husky of some sorts, but it's pattern was a little different to his own. The dog wriggled its front legs as he tried it's best to be obedient and remain seated whilst the cub stared at him. He appeared desperate for something.

"...S'matter, boy? You hungry or something?" Leif eventually asked, and as if on cue, the dog quickly stood up, tapping it's front paws on the ground and circling around itself a few times. Eventually, it barked, startling the anthro pup for a moment.

"Jeez, jeez...okay, let's get you something to eat." He opened the door a little wider, and the dog took no time in letting itself in. It was odd: the dog's coat was shiny, so it must be owned by someone close by. There wasn't much dirt on it's paws, so it must have not been out long. Leif would have expected him to be a stray, but perhaps he was owned by someone, though without a collar, he didn't have a clue who it could be. It was clear the dog wasn't wearing one.

"Slow down, boy!" Leif called as he quickly closed the door. The feral dog had already made it's way into the kitchen and he heard the rustling of various bags. He rushed his way in and found the dog standing up on it's hind legs, leaning it's front paws against the counter as he pressed it's nose to the loaf of bread, concealed within a plastic wrapper.

"Bad boy. Down!" Leif struggled a little, but he eventually tugged enough at the husky's fur around his neck to get him to ease off. The dog whined a little and sat back on his haunches expectantly, looking up at his 'savior'. Leif sighed, wiping his forehead. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea.

"Okay...okay. Meat, right? That'll work." He grabbed a plate from the cupboard and went to the fridge, delving inside. They didn't have much, but he remembered they had had some chicken the other night from the fast-food place down the road. He opened up the bargain bucket and took out a few pieces of boneless chicken, plopping them on a plate.

"This should do." He murmured, turning towards the dog, who grew a rather sudden attention to the plate in Leif's hand. He whined again and huffed hard through his nose, clearly hungry. Leif hesitated, but eventually buckled under the pressure. He set the plate down on the floor and the husky dog went right to it, chewing away happily at the seasoned chicken bits.

Leif sat himself down on the lino floor, curiously watching the dog. Even from here, the canine was big: Leif could only just about see the top of his back. He must be an adult, that must was clear, but he didn't look very old. He was certainly energetic, though. His eyes scanned across the firm body, and he reached a hand up to stroke along the soft coat. The dog didn't seem to mind. In fact, his tail wagged gently as Leif hand his hand over his body.

"...Good boy." He murmured, unsure what he was even praising the dog for. He stroking along his rear end a little before moving right up to his neckline, sticking his hands into the fluff and giggling when he saw his entire hand disappear into it. He stroked along the skin and peered over at the plate. The chicken was just about gone, and now, the dog had craned it's neck around to watch the cub stroking his back.

As Leif grinned again, the larger dog moved. He turned right towards the cub and stepped over him, sniffing away as his face and licking along his jawline and cheek. He had, unintentionally, stood with his front paws either side of Leif's body, and the same with his back. The little up giggled and wriggled underneath the dog, trying to bat his head away. He wriggled backwards and found himself laying fully down. Eventually, the canine stopped and peered up and around the room, giving Leif some time to breathe.

It was then that he saw it. As the pup opened his eyes up and blew a deep sigh, his eyes trailed down and he spotted the dog's private areas. The thick, hanging sheath hung low, not too far from Leif's body. He spotted the massive, swollen ballsack hanging just behind it, and his throat felt dry. It was so large: larger than his own. He didn't know whether he should feel awkward, or excited.

He noticed that the dog wasn't really moving at all, leaving him mostly pinned underneath him. He wasn't sure what the canine expected. Slowly, he shuffled backwards, but found his head bumping against the kitchen cupboards underneath the sink. He grunted and rubbed his head a little, peering up at the dog. He still wasn't moving, apparently. Leif grunted in frustration, but still found his eyes wandering down to the low-hanging sheath and it's accompanying set of nuts.

"...I guess I could. Just to see." His mind told him it wasn't a good idea, but his heart hammered in his chest, and the excitement of exploring it got the better of him. He couldn't reach with his hands, so he lifted up one of his socked feet. He watched, tentatively, as he pressed his toes up against the sheath, pressing down and stroking along it. It felt warm, even through his sock, and he suddenly felt it swelling and pulsing against his foot. He drew back, a little nervous. He wasn't sure what it'd do. But, slowly again, he drew his foot back up, taking the other one with it. He pressed both his feet against the sheath again and felt it once again swell underneath the pressure. The dog appeared to lick it, because he started to buck and hump a little in place. His sheath wriggled back and forth against Leif's socked feet, and the pup watched as he saw something poking from the tip. He spurted out rather quickly, and a dribble of liquid squirted from it's tip, shooting down in a line onto Leif's shirt.

"Ew!" The pup whined, trying to cover his face, but he noticed the dog wasn't stopping. He continued to hump as Leif kept his feet in place, watching the member swell and pulse, squirting more and more strings of the weird, almost water-like fluid. The dog above him whined a little, here and there, as the member grew and grew. He felt something larger at the base, and wondered what it was. He could already feel his socks getting damp and the odd liquid seeping between his toes.

It was odd, but somehow, Leif was still excited. He felt the stiffening tension of his own member pressing against his shorts as he watched the dog hump his little toes, right up to it's firm, swollen base. The thick cock, now at a surprising 8 inches, at first glance, was sliding between his wet socks, splattering the odd fluids everywhere. Leif's shirt was damp and he saw that the dog's fur along his chest was matter as well.

Then, suddenly, the dog pulled off. It walked around the kitchen, looking frustrated and desperate, with his tongue hanging out and it's head darting around. He looked over at Leif again as the pup slowly began to sit up, his shirt damp. He got up onto his knees as the dog padded over, licking at his cheek again.

"Uh, maybe not again, boy." The pup giggled, stroking along the dog's chin and down to his chest. The dog obediently sat for the moment, as if he understood what the pup was saying. Leif watched him for a moment as his eyes glanced down. He could see the member properly now, the thick, swollen base forming some sort of knot that appeared to be keeping him hard, for the moment. It was pressing against the tiled floor, occasionally spurting a thin jet of the odd fluid.

Slowly, Leif patted along the dog's stomach, hoping it would calm him down or get him to settle a little, before he made any real mess of the kitchen, and the pup's clothes. The dog's tail thumped against the ground as he was pet, and he shifted, flopping onto his side and rolling onto his back.

"Oh...you want a belly rub, boy?" Leif asked with a sheepish grin, shuffling closer. The husky pup put his hands on the dog's belly again and slowly rubbed, watching at the larger husky lolled his tongue, his tail wagging frantically. Leif glanced to the member, that remained hard and relaxed against the dog's stomach, coating the fur in a fresh coat of pre-cum.

"You're really...uh. I guess...excited?" Leif wondered aloud, half talking to the dog, and almost to himself. His hand slowly reached over and touched the member, alarmed at how warm it felt against his fingers. The dog whined, clearly eager to release, but Leif was nervous. He wasn't sure what to do.

"Huh...maybe I should just let you outside or something, right? So you can play?" Leif, in his young mind, thought that it would help. He slowly turned and shuffled towards the counter, hoping to use the ledge as aid to get up off his knees. Before he had time, however, he felt something warm and heavy press against his back. It was the dog, who had somehow quickly gotten up and mounted him before the cub could notice.

"Hey, wait!" Leif cried out, falling onto his elbows as the husky furiously bucked against him. He felt the dog's member sliding against his shorts as it attempted to find a point of entry, though there was none. It's hind leg shot up and clawed against the cub's rump, the sharp appendages pressed into the fabric of his pants. The cub wriggled underneath the dog, unsure how to get him off. He was damn heavy, and the pup wasn't very strong.

Suddenly, the dog had found it's mark. It's hind leg had shot up far enough so that the claws dug into the shorts. The dog was stuck, and started to pull his leg downwards, taking the shorts with them. Leif hadn't bothered to put on underwear, and it left his rump entirely bare for the dog to use. The cub desperately wriggled as he felt jets of pre-cum spurting across his rump, feeling the tingly sensation of the fluid against his fur. The dog's hind leg was pushed down towards Leif's knee, and he managed to unhinge himself. Immediately, the horny animal set to it.

"No, wait, hol--" Leif began, before he felt the warm member sliding up against his rump, smearing his pucker with the fluid. The cub whimpered underneath the canine as the dog bucked it's hips, the cock prodding and pressing against Leif's ass until it eventually found it's mark. The tip pressed against Leif's virgin pucker and the dog force it's way in.

The cub let out a weak squeal of pain as his ass was violated by the dog's thick, intruding member. The cock slid deep into his ass, and the dog had no concept of adjustment or gentleness. Immediately, it's hips tugged back and it thrust again. Leif felt the warm sensation of the liquids shooting up into his insides as the dog used his body for it's own pleasure.

The fluids quickly built in, and in under a minute, the dog was vigorously humping the cub's rump. It's balls slapped against his ass, it's cock sliding in and out rapidly, filling the air with the wet sounds of their sex, accompanied by Leif's pained groaned and grunts as tears bubbled in his eyes.

"D-Down, boy..." Leif weakly tried to command the dog, but it was to no avail. The dog continued to thrust, it's knot pushing and squishing against the tight, used pucker. Liquids seeped out of the cub's backside, dribbling down to his ballsack and then down onto the floor. The pup groaned softly, trying to wriggle free as the dog lolled it's tongue, humping and snorting through it's nose.

The dog didn't take long to use the boy as much as he wanted. Soon enough, the large, feral husky was thrusting as hard as it could, it's orgasm quickly reaching it's peak. The knot pushed firmly against Leif's rump, and it's little puppy pucker made it almost impossible for the knot to force it's way in unless he relaxed. The dog snorted through it's nose again and tried desperately to hump and knot. Eventually, with enough humping, it made it's way in, and the knot slipped into the cub's tight behind.

With his goal set, and Dog relaxed somewhat and began to move. Leif wasn't sure what he was up to, but he could feel something inside him. The knot was swelling, that much was clear. The dog had managed to turn a full 180 degrees with the cock still inside the cub's behind. The two now faced away from each other, and the dog lolled his tongue, a look of pure pleasure on his face. Lief felt the sudden warmth of cum spurting into his insides, pumping and dribbling down into his most intimate areas. He groaned and shivered, trying to tug away. The knot held fast, and he found himself unable to pull back as the dog emptied it's load into his behind.

The orgasm seemed to go on for minutes and minutes, with no intention of stopping. The cub remained on his knees, his breath heavy as he tried to get used to the cock inside him. The dog made no notion of moving, and the cock continued to spurt and pump into him. Just how long was the canine going to go on for?

Then, he heard it: the click of a lock, the turning of a key. His parents were back. Leif paled.

"Dog, get off, get out of me, quick!" He begged, trying to tug against the knot as best he could. But it was stuck. He was screwed. He heard the door swing open.

"Leif! I forgot my wallet. Everything okay in here?" He heard his father call as he heard the stomping of his boots, making his way towards the kitchen. Leif couldn't see the door, but he knew he was coming.

He heard the footsteps make their way towards the kitchen door, and he heard them stop. The room was silent.

"...Leif?"