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Edward nodded along as he listened, attention split halfway between his passenger and the road ahead of him. Earlier in the drive he had turned the radio way down, wanting to hear more of what Elias here had to say instead of whatever trash slop was popular on the airwaves these days, and he hadn’t yet regretted the decision: already he had gotten so wrapped up in the story that he had missed the proper turn twice, and had had to loop back.

He still couldn’t quite believe his luck tonight. Elias and Edward had been a pair of friends from way back in high school, one of the ones where they spent practically every lunch together and often hung out on the weekends outside of class hours, alternately running around the various neighborhoods and parks around the area or cloistering themselves in one or the other’s bedrooms with whichever new game had just come out, and that friendship had continued up through college and then slowly fizzled out. Edward hadn’t really thought about him in years, until just earlier tonight when a chance encounter at a bookstore of all places had made him do not a double-take, but a triple-take at the oddly familiar face over in the next aisle.

So in classic introvert fashion he had sidled up and pretended not to notice, instead looking over the various spines presented on the shelves. At the edge of his vision he saw Elias glance over at him, do so again, then do so again, until finally he leaned far enough forward that there was no way Edward could have missed him. Now he was at least glad that Elias had taken over the conversation, as Edward could feel his throat starting to get dry from all the talking halfway through when they had returned from the bookstore to Elias’s apartment nearby. A quick text sent home had informed Annie that he took a quick detour…

Oh, take your time ;), she had sent back. I’ll have something ready for you when you walk through the door…

…and for the next half-hour the two old friends spoke about where they had been, what they had done, and what they planned to do, culminating in Edward inviting him back to his place for the night to get to know his wife. Elias had shown genuine surprise at that as well as genuine interest, and now ever since the two had left his place he had kept busy with going over his various attempts at relationship since college.

“...Yeah, so,” he went on, head turning as Edward pulled up into the driveway, “that one was a real shame. Considering the farm and everything.”

“Yeah, I bet. That would’ve been nice.”

“Woulda been more than nice. All the opportunities missed out on… ah, well.” Elias stood up out of the car, stretched his hands over his head, and groaned with relief. “Ah. Man. So. Annie from like - Annie Annie?”

Edward felt himself blush. He hit the button to lock the car. “Yeah. Hard to believe, right?”

“I mean, not really! Always thought y’all hit it off real nicely. Never told you but I kinda had a crush on her myself…”

He couldn’t help but smirk at that. “El, you didn’t have to tell me. Didn’t have to tell anyone, in fact.”

“Oh, God, are you serious? And you remember that, after all these years?”

“Of course I do. It was hot gossip at the time.” Once up the steps to the front door he fished around for his phone, tapped the screen to see that no new messages had come in, and then worked the key into the lock. “But you know what they say about love triangles.”

Elias strode up behind him. He was a little bit taller, a little bit lankier than Edward. “Unlike some of us here, I’m not quite so lucky to be as experienced. Let’s assume I don’t. What do they say?”

The key turned with a soft chunk and Edward shouldered the door open on smooth, slick hinges. Upon purchasing the house he and his wife had started making small, piecemeal improvements to the place, progressively eliminating evidence of its original construction date in pursuit of the more modern style favored by both. From inside wafted the soft, familiar scent of home, indescribable in itself but so far different from the world outside.

What a good day, he thought, and pushed the door the rest of the way open so that Elias could come in after him. And something tells me it’s gonna be a good night, too.

“More often than not,” he went on, “instead of a triangle it’s a love angle, and it’s usually the gal who’s in the corner wedged between two guys.”

“Oh damn. That’s deep. Kinda hot, though.” Elias looked around. “Nice place. You truly are your mom’s son.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Edward peered down the hallway, then around into the kitchen as well. He thought he could hear Annie somewhere, but couldn’t quite place where the sound was coming from. “Annie! I’m home.”

“I mean that I recognize like half of this stuff from when I’d come over and spend the night back in school. Jesus. Y’all kept this clown picture?”

“Of course we did. That was my favorite Goodwill find, and Annie loves it.”

“Oh. Shit. She is a keeper, huh?”

“Oh, you’re telling me. Speaking of, I think she’s - hey, Annie-”

Edward swung himself over into the living room, ready to present his recently rediscovered best friend. Annie would know who he was, of course: at the beginning of their relationship Edward spoke fondly and quite often of Elias, to the point where he felt like Annie was almost as familiar with him as he was. The sounds he had heard back in the entryway were indeed coming from here, and he waved Elias forward so that he could show him off, and-

-for a moment didn’t know what he was looking at, and then suddenly he did, having seen and welcomed it so many times before. The strong, streamlined shape of a feral German shepherd dog pressing her hind end up against one of the walls, rhythmically working sleekly muscled haunches to lift herself back against the silicone toy suction-cupped there. The dog’s ears perked and her eyes flashed open, and she swung her head over to look at her unwitting visitors just as she pulled forward again, hindpaws braced against the foot of the wall, tail hiked to show the succulent pucker of her tailhole clenching in with delight, plump wet lips of her full, intact canine spade sucking out around the shaft of the toy. The surface of the material glistened with natural wetness, and a thick, stringy strand of her arousal swung down underneath her, reaching towards a slightly frothy puddle along the floor there. First enjoyment and sultry warmth simmered across her oddly intelligent muzzle, tongue lolling out of her mouth and dribbling its own sticky strand, but then she looked past Edward’s shoulder and caught sight of Elias instead.

When he looked back on the event afterwards Edward felt as though he remembered it in slow-motion. In the space between heartbeats he met the dog’s eyes, then glanced over his shoulder at his friend and saw there the surprise, the confusion, the faint touch of amusement and even interest - and then the sparking zap of shock through his system at the rough, harsh bark from across the room, as the German shepherd pressed herself flat against the wall again - “get out!”

“Shit, um,” and he turned, swung an arm in front of Elias’s chest, and guided him out of the room. “Sorry! Sorry. That wasn’t - um, that’s - ah…”

Suddenly the house felt far more quiet than it had a moment ago. Edward heard his own breathing loud in his ears, swallowed, felt the dryness in his throat, walked across the next room to the wall by the hallway door, and leaned against it. Elias remained where he stood a moment longer, shoved his hands into his pockets, and then slowly came towards him.

“So. Uh.” He nodded over towards the living room. “Didn’t mention y’all got a dog. Nice one. Real pretty. Looks… uh…”

Thoughts running each a hundred miles an hour, yet all going in separate directions. Edward ran a hand across his face, held it there, sucked in a breath, let it out again. “Well, I mean, that’s… um, German shepherd, she…”

“Yeah. So.” Elias tapped his chin in thought. “Two questions. Was that, like, a… uh, dildo? That’s quite a trick.”

“El, I-”

“And did your dog talk? Like, say words?”

Finally, embarrassment mounting, Edward thumped his head back against the wall and said, a little louder than he had wanted, “That’s Annie.”

Elias pursed his lips, silent for a moment as he rolled the new information back and forth in his mind, figured out how it tasted, whether he believed it. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, took a breath.

“So,” he went on, in a lower voice, “when you say you married Annie, you mean like - your dog? And that’s not, like… Annie, Annie, but…”

“No! No, no, no. That’s Annie. That’s Annie. It’s…” He slid down the wall to the floor. “Yeah. I wouldn’t believe it either, and for a while I didn’t. It’s… when she’s… like…” Again he sighed. Will she be mad at me for telling him? “It’s weird. Well - not, like, weird weird, but more like unusual, but, like… when she gets… turned on, she… turns into…” Then he looked up at where Elias stood, desperate for him to understand without having to make him say the words.

His friend nodded slowly. “A… dog.”

“Yeah.”

“She… turns into… a dog.”

“Yeah. She turns into a dog.”

“So…”

“So because of that, I’ve… I…” Edward looked away as Elias strode up to the wall across from him and also sat down. “You could say I haven’t… had sex with a human since she and I got married. It’s literally impossible. Well, not literally, but, like…”

Elias raised his hands in front of him. “I know. I know. I get it. That’s, um…” He dropped his chin into his palm and looked the other way, out towards where the late afternoon light filtered in through the back door beyond the kitchen. He started slowly nodding again, then looked back to Edward across from him without turning his head. “...Kinda hot, actually.”

For yet another time today Edward felt his heart skip a bit. Did I hear that right? Elias was avoiding eye contact. Edward frowned. “I…”

“Since, I mean…” His friend sat back again. “Shit. Kinda no filter at this point, since you basically just told me, hey, I - fuck a dog on the regular. Sure, it’s still Annie, but she’s also still a dog, right? Though I guess you might be able to argue that she’s also still a human, but also still a dog, but like… man.” Elias shook his head, mouth hanging slightly open. “The number of times I’ve, uh, fantasized about that?”

“About-?”

“Yeah. With a dog? Hooh. And here you are, marrying a gal who can actually give that to you, no lines crossed, no hoops jumped through, no… fences hopped, so to say. I never, like, went for it, or did anything that would put me in a position to - y’know, since it kinda felt… kinda wrong, but… um…”

Edward was speechless. He stared at Elias.

“Does it, like… feel… good? Not that I’ve seen or looked up any, uh, pictures or videos or anything, or like, read stuff online, but like, I… just what I saw there, um… I’ve thought… about…”

And as he trailed off, a rustle of movement from around Elias’s shoulder caught Edward’s eye. He looked over and saw a black-leather nose poke its way around the next wall, soon followed by the rest of the dog’s - Annie’s - muzzle and face. Her ears were back but her eyes attentive, and the slick, floppy lips swung and bounced with the mangled attempt at speech.

“Are you… being serious, right now?” she asked, voice settling roughly into an odd valley between dog bark and human speech. “You really… want to?”

Taken slightly off-guard, Elias jerked to the side and glanced back over his shoulder at her, then looked her up and down as though trying to find the human within the dog. His mouth came open, then closed again, then opened yet again; he looked over to Edward across from him, then back to her again.

“I mean…” Elias cleared his throat. “Fuckin’ yeah? Like I was just saying to him, no filters here considering the circumstances, but it’s, uh… one of my biggest fantasies. With a dog, I mean, not - necessarily - with you, but I mean, not that that wouldn’t be nice, but also not that I’m hoping that - uh…”

While he struggled and stammered Edward looked over to his wife, who now stood at attention, curiosity and interest visible in her posture. Her tail wagged and ears perked when she noticed, then flicked across again: their years together along with her relatively human origins meant had given him better insight into reading her expression and body language than just any other dog, and besides, the fact that she hadn’t yet turned back into her human form gave him another little hint.

“Ah…” Edward sat up a little straighter. “Eli. Hold on a sec. Annie and I have, uh, spoken about it a bit…” Again he glanced over to her for guidance. “In the past. And - you’ve always been one of my best pals, and she knows how much you mean to me, and… maybe…” God. I’ve never been good at stuff like this. Throughout our first several dates, Annie was the one doing most of the talking…”We could… give you the chance to experience that. Your fantasy, I mean.”

Elias stopped where he was, then looked back to Edward again, and back to Annie. Her tail began wagging again and her ears flicked back.

“You mean…”

“You’re here already. And she’s, uh, there already.” Edward rose to his feet and pushed himself away from the wall, so he could step over and run a hand down behind his wife’s ear. She adjusted her stance and lifted up into the touch. “Remember, I said that she’s only… like this… when she’s turned on. So I mean…”

Elias pointed a slightly shaky finger towards the German shepherd. “So you’re… still…” He trailed off again, swallowed, and tried again. “Can I, uh… can I see?”

The canine head underneath Edward’s hand shifted so that she could look up at him, and in that glance he read the same amusement, faint interest, and above all else arousal that let him know he had done right. Annie lifted a forepaw, tilted her head, and then began to swing around, back towards the living room - and kept her tail hiked as she did so, a nod from her head signaling for their guest to follow.

Elias remained stuck in place at first, jaw coming open as he finally was given the opportunity to look over in person what had apparently filled his fantasies so often, for so long. Edward knew the feeling quite well: looking down across the dog’s presented tailhole, the warm, soft tannish-pink twitching and pulsing, pulling slight up and in with each rhythmic clench of her muscles, while the fat, plump flesh of her full spade hung just below, jiggling gently from side to side with each step as she walked. The luscious pink meat glistened with gathered wetness from earlier, and Edward could also tell from experience that her sex had been freshly used, judging by the way the exterior lips held slightly open, showing the richer, deeper shimmering red inside, luxurious silken walls slurping and squishing together.

“Eli.” Edward snapped his fingers and pointed to work him out of his reverie, not unlike he would treat another dog. “C’mon. Into the living room.”

“Oh. Right. Shit. I, uh…”

“Believe me, I know.”

And he really did. He couldn’t take his eyes off his wife, the dog, as she padded across the living room floor and then hopped up to the couch, each and every movement outwardly canine yet still undeniably her. It was in the way she held herself, the way she looked back first at Edward and then at Elias behind him, how her tail wagged, how she could barely contain her excitement as her husband approached, leaned over, and bumped his face against her muzzle.

Edward received a warm, somewhat wet lick across the jaw. “This okay?” he murmured, low enough so that only she would hear.

“Make him kiss me,” she rumbled back, the words broken and sloppy when filtered through the feral vocal apparatus. Still Edward could pick them out, and still they sent a surprising little burst of electric arousal through his system. So, he thought, once she got over the initial shock - I’ll still feel bad about that for a while - and realized who this is…

The two hadn’t spoken specifically of bringing Elias in, since until today Edward thought that he had become nothing more than a piece of his past, but the idea of expanding their relationship and introducing what they had to some closest friend had indeed come up and cemented itself as a goal for the two of them. Elias stepped into the room behind the two of them and paused there, disbelief ripe on his face as he looked from Edward to Annie and back. He reached down, paused again, slipped his hand into his pocket, and made quite an obvious attempt at adjusting himself.

“So I, um…” He pointed between the two of them. Edward smirked and moved over to sit beside the dog. “Do you want me to, just…”

“What’s the matter, El? Never been in a threesome before? What about all those stories you gave me in college where-”

“Hey! No, no, I have, but it’s just, like… never with, um… a dog.”

Edward reached over, draped an arm around his wife, and let his hand stroke around to her belly. She shifted a little bit, wagged her tail… then lifted up as his hand made its way underneath her haunches. Warmth quickly trickled and strengthened into a simmering, wet heat: he felt over the wrinkled skin of her tailhole, the clenching, pursing pucker of the center fold, then pushing down a bit further, the luscious damp warmth of her spade spread against the cushion.

“Not for lack of trying, though, huh?” Edward went on. Annie leaned in against him, one of her hindlegs lifting up and kicking gently as he plunged his fingers deeper, feeling the familiar squish and slide of warm wet interior flesh slurping around him.

As expected, Elias’s gaze dropped down to the matter at hand. “W-well, I mean,” he stammered, “I said that I hadn’t-”

Annie interrupted with something halfway between a playful growl and a breathy moan, drawing both of them to look over at her. Edward smiled and turned back to Elias before him.

“Ever kissed a dog before?”

That certainly got his attention. He took a half-step forward, stopped, then continued at Edward nodding him along. “Not… like…”

So Edward slipped his fingers back out of his wife’s canine sex, deliberately spread them there in the air to show the glistening wetness, and brought them to his mouth. Elias watched, enraptured, as he licked the slightly sticky, somewhat musky warmth off.

“Wanna try?”

It felt like being in high school again, nervously talking about dreamed, imagined, and occasionally real first-time experiences. Normally Elias presented himself as bold and confident, but here and now Edward was starting to feel the anxious anticipation dripping off of him like sweat: he shuffled forward, turned, lowered himself to the couch a good half-foot away from where the dog sat, and then looked as though he were deliberately trying not to stare. He swallowed, drummed his fingers along the edge of the cushion, cleared his throat, swallowed again.

“Do I… just…”

But then Annie was on him, moving with the quick, sudden spurt that only a feral German shepherd could. Tail wagging, tall ears flopping, she turned, braced a forepaw along Elias’s thigh, and nuzzled eagerly in alongside his face, smearing her wet nose across the skin of his cheek. He jumped with an awkward laugh, half-turned away, wet his lips again, glanced across at her.

“Smells like… uh…”

“Dog breath,” Edward finished, leaning forward so that he could watch. “Yeah. Comes with the territory. You get used to it. In fact, sometimes it helps.”

“Yeah, I bet…” Slowly Elias turned his head back. He brought a hand up, held it in the air near the dog’s shoulder, dropped it again, lifted it again, and finally settled on running it through the fur of her neck. “So then… like…”

Also like back in high school, the kiss began with stuttering awkwardness, both moving forward, bumping together, jerking back with surprise. Annie breathed the closest approximation to a laugh that she could manage in this form, then leaned in again, black leather lips slopping apart; Elias tried to maintain the standard human pursed-mouth shape, but quickly figured out that this would be inefficient with the other participant.

Quite an experience, Edward thought, watching as his best friend and his wife found their rhythm and settled more organically into this new, unique contact. It takes some doing, and a lot of learning, but that’s a big part of it. The rough, wet slobbering of canine tongue and lips flopping, slurping, circling around the shorter, somewhat firmer human arrangement, Elias’s eyes already closed and his jaw hanging open as he tried to meet the dog’s advances, her broad tongue folding across his lips, his gums, his teeth, her jowls rubbing against his cheeks… he swallowed open-mouthed, took in a breath, grimaced as that breath was almost entirely hot, humid recycled dog’s breath, then turned his head again-

-and Edward couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the way the two locked together there, Annie turning her head one direction and Elias the other, mouths meeting and coming together, so that she practically sealed her muzzle against his cheeks. Throats pulsed, jaws and lower mouths churned, cheeks occasionally ballooned out with breath exhaled from one into the other, nostrils flared - and of course thick, frothy drool gathered and began to dribble out between them, running over Annie’s glossy fur.

“See?” Edward tried, leaning forward further. Elias’s eyes flashed partially open, met his, then leapt away again; Annie’s tail wagged. “Not so bad, isn’t it?”

“I feel like I’m-” Elias pulled away, spluttered, and cleared his throat again. Annie felt as though she were charged with energy, hind end vibrating where she sat, forepaws nudging at the cushions. “God. Like I’m making a mess.”

“Yeah. Isn’t it great?”

“Are you sure this is okay, though? It’s, like…”

Annie swung her head around and looked at her husband, mischief and amusement glimmering in her eyes. He couldn’t resist cupping her muzzle in his hand and lifting her to him, placing a much gentler, much sweeter, much drier kiss against her saliva-slickened mouth, despite how doing so just further fueled the flame already simmering inside of him. Then he leaned in, running his fingers through her fur, and murmured into her ear:

“You can go and get ‘im if you want, beautiful.”

And discovered that he wouldn’t have to tell her twice. Annie immediately stood upright there on the couch, paws pressing down into the give of the cushions; Edward laughed and turned his head away against her quickly wagging tail, the brushy fur tickling his nose and ears. A few spaces down from him Elias started saying something but then trailed off as the large feral approached, then gradually stepped in over him-

-and then she was on top of him, barrel chest pushing down against his while she hungrily, eagerly lapped and licked across his face, tongue curling over his lips and into his mouth again and again until he managed to adjust and let her back in, the sounds of his hungry suction slopping out into the spaces in between. Both hands came up across her neck and then ran down her back, scritching into her thick fur, feeling the shape of her body and form beneath her pelt; her tail wagged, slowed, then picked up again as one hand came close to there - and faltered, settling right above the base, fingers curving and digging into her fur but going no further.

So Edward scooted forward, paused to adjust himself in his own pants, and reached for Elias’s other hand. He jerked it away at first, eyes flashing open, then relaxed a bit, tilted a bit as Edward guided him down, and then jerked again when his friend coaxed him to run his fingers across puckered dog tailhole and the thick, soft flesh of her protruding sex underneath. Elias poked there, realized what he was touching, jerked his hand away again, and then shakily returned it to that spot there, now exploring the presented area.

And slowly, gently, he began to grind up against the dog on top of him, head turning the other way now, lips pursing forward. Annie had closed her eyes as well and settled into the rhythm of the kiss, both of her paws resting over his shoulders: she had slowed in her hungry licking and lapping of his face, but now Elias deliberately slurped at her broad, flat tongue as it flicked out, trying to catch it once more between his lips. Finally he succeeded, and shivered, and drew forward so that his lips pressed against hers, while the length of her tongue remained inside his mouth - and as his fingers worked gently at the soft, slick warmth of her sex, slipping around within squeezing inner walls, he sucked at her tongue, drawing his head forward and back, her saliva mixed with his own gathering at the corners of his mouth and dripping to the sides.

From where he sat Edward was allowed a hell of a view. He leaned forward a bit further, glanced up as a trembling shudder racked his friend’s body, and reached over to hoist Annie’s tail a little higher, gladly letting his thumb drift down across the clenching wrinkles of her tailhole, the center folds there squeezing in at his skin, tugging softly, pulling free as she lifted up and then pushed back down against the fingers now buried to the first knuckle inside of her. Even from here he could hear her eager, hungry panting, breaths puffing out through flared nostrils across Elias’s face or into the spaces in between the kiss itself.

Finally Elias pulled himself back out, eyes unfocused, mouth open and dribbling, chest heaving with unsteady, eager breathing. He rested his head back against the arm of the couch and took a few moments just to catch his breath, fingers pausing in their exploration of the German shepherd atop him; Annie, meanwhile, looked back over her shoulder at her husband, lifted her tail for his sake, and continued pushing herself down against those fingers.

“God,” Elias breathed, sounding dazed. “I never… thought…”

Edward smirked. “That you’d bump back into me again after years without talking, and then before the night is out, you’d find yourself on my couch making out with the dog?”

He lifted his head and scowled at him, then slid his fingers back out of her. Annie gasped and bucked at the air, tail wagging. “Well, I mean, when you put it that way…”

“Hey, hey.” Edward watched as Elias brought that slickened, dripping hand close to his face, sniffed at it, recoiled a little bit, sniffed again, then tenderly poked his tongue out to take a taste. “I do it nearly every night.”

“Lucky fucker.” Elias swirled his tongue out across his lips, swallowed audibly, and squeezed his hands along Annie’s rump, still between his legs. “Must be nice.”

“Oh, it is. And speaking of that…”

Elias lifted his head. Edward met his eyes, then looked over to Annie atop him. The German shepherd wagged her tail and let her mouth drop open, tongue lolling out.

“Would you wanna… y’know…”

Disbelief rocketed across his friend’s face. Elias looked to Annie atop him, who returned his look, and then back to Edward.

“What’s that they say? Screw the pooch?”

“Well - I mean - as long as she’s-”

She was. Annie hoisted herself up, forepaws pressing the breath out of Elias with a huff, then spun around in place, dropped down into something close to the play-bow expected of an overexcited feral dog, and then leapt down off the couch only to cross the room to the nearby recliner and hop up onto it. She continued forward, resting her forepaws over the back of the chair and bracing her hindpaws on the cushion, tail swishing side to side and lifting up - with her arousal-swollen canine spade hanging freely down underneath her, a thick dribble of oozing warmth gathered at the blunted point, the lines of flesh and muscle rhythmically tugging up towards her body with the beat of her heart.

Edward smirked. “That’s a yes from her, then. And you, El-”

And he was already there too. When Edward next looked over Elias had thrown himself back on the couch, both hands working eagerly at the buckle of his pants. He lifted himself up, tugged pants and underwear swiftly down, drew himself out into the air. Edward had never really been interested, but still had to admit that the curiosity was there, and took the opportunity to finally look as his old friend gave himself a few slow, steady strokes, certainly fully hard from the progress up until this point.

“Will I…” Elias glanced over, made eye contact, then instantly realized his mistake and looked away again. “Need any, uh, lube?”

“Oh, that’s the fun part.” Edward still remembered the first time that he and Annie had taken the step and gone for it, long after he had gotten over the initial shock of her, so to say, condition. “Why don’t you go and find out?”

“Promise you won’t tell?”

“Dude, she’s my wife.”

“Okay. Yeah. Okay.” Elias swung his legs over the edge of the couch and stood up, then took a moment to shuffle his pants off his legs and step out of them. “...Boy, that’s a weird thought. ‘I fucked my best friend’s dog, who is also his wife.’ Or maybe it’s more ‘wife who is also his dog’?”

“Well, I wouldn’t really say my dog-”

Then a barked growl from across the room, Annie looking back over her shoulder at both of them, tail wagging: “Shut up and get over here already!”

So Elias and Edward shared a knowing look, Edward shrugged and gave a little embarrassed chuckle, and Elias strode over towards the German shepherd. Her wagging increased in pace and urgency as he approached, hindpaws constantly shifting along the cushion under her excitement. Each step caused that plump, warm flesh to jiggle and bounce again, flinging thin strands of sticky arousal along her inner haunches and across the chair underneath her.

“Man, oh man, oh man,” Elias murmured, sidling up behind her. One hand went down to curl his thumb around the base of her tail while the other rested at the base of his length, guiding himself forward, stopping just short of touching her. “And you’re sure this is okay? Ed? Annie?”

On the couch he motioned towards her. “Be my guest. Beautiful?”

Annie responded by continuing to wag her tail and this time letting out a sharp, urgent bark. Elias tossed his head back, laughed out loud-

“Okay! Okay, I get it. Let me… j-just…”

-and then Edward watched as the sensation hit him, and imagined it how he remembered it himself. There would be the slick, silken warmth, like luscious wet velvet pushing against him and wrapping slowly around; then the push inside, warm walls parting around him, nestling firm yet soft around the contours, squeezing deliciously back with each throb. And there would be a lot of that from the way it felt, sinking deeper into the feral canine’s sex, feeling the plump lips of her spade part open around him, press up against his abdomen, and suck into place: Elias would be able to feel her muscles clenching around him, both reflexively and deliberately, and then when he started to tug back to begin his thrusting, he would have to war against her sucking around him, the slick, almost greasy pressure from inside smearing across his length, coaxing him into reversing yet again and pressing right back in.

Another shudder bounced through Elias’s body, starting at his abdomen there and then ricocheting up his back, across his shoulders, through his head and his legs. He moved a hand up along Annie’s back towards her belly, feeling across the protruding points of her nipples there, and gripped the back of the chair with the other while he settled more fully into his rhythm.

“Oh, God…” he breathed, head tilting back again. “That’s… wow…”

Edward leaned forward and to the side to get a better angle. Annie’s ear flicked and she glanced back at him, delight and enjoyment strong on her muzzle.

“Yeah. It’s really something else, isn’t it?”

“You’re lucky I’m - only in town to visit, or else I’d…” Elias craned his head down and brushed Annie’s tail to the side. The German shepherd reciprocated by pushing herself back against him and lifting up a bit, drawing another breathy moan from him. “...get… addicted to this…”

“I mean, hey, whenever you have time to visit… sound good, Annie? We could-”

“Yes!” she barked, tail wagging its way out of Elias’s grasp. He gasped, nearly doubled over, and then buried himself inside of her again, balls swinging gently between his legs as he did so. “Yes. Please. Both of you. Just… keep… going…”

Edward shifted, pushed himself up from the couch, adjusted his own pants again, and started over. “Hey, El, you heard the lady.”

“You bet I did…”

Soon the wet, sticky sound of their shared rhythm bounced within the room, Elias panting with the exertion, Annie alternating between rumbles of pleasure, little needy whines, and breathy growling as she, too, was pushed further and further along. Her eyes flashed open as her husband approached the backside of the chair, then folded his arms over the edge and leaned in close to her. Her breaths were hot and humid on his face, raucous, uneven, eager. Just listening to how much she enjoyed this fueled his own arousal even further, until he was touching and squeezing and stroking through the pocket of his pants.

“Hanging in there alright, dear?” he murmured.

The dog nodded, then gasped as Elias leaned a little further over her.

“Better than me?”

She smirked at him, eyes half-lidded before they fluttered shut again. “Will… need…” Her broad tongue swirled out across her chops. “...side by side… compare…”

“Ohh.” Edward lifted his head. “Hear that, El?”

“Challenge - accepted, man, just… give me… a few more…”

“Oh, take your time,” Edward murmured back, leaning in again. Annie shifted where she stood and lifted her head closer to him, anticipating his advance. “Take your time…”

And when he kissed her it all fell back into place, from the familiar, hungry sloppiness of her mouth on his, to the leathery-velvet sensation of her feral tongue across his own, to the quick, sharp breaths puffing out across his face and making his eyes water. But of course he loved it, and would have it no other way - except for, of course, the way she kissed when she was still a human, but even so, those kisses usually ended up as these kisses before too long.

Throughout he was sharply aware of the distinct scent of her, the canine’s musk wafting up in thick, wet waves each time Elias thrust forward inside of her again, slick spade-lips slurping along his hard shaft. Edward closed his eyes and ran his hand along Annie’s muzzle, feeling across the short, soft fur, the little bumps and lines of muscle underneath the skin, the long, angular shape of the canine head and face, those muscles and lips pulling, shifting, tugging within the kiss. There was no denying that this was still a dog before him and inside his mouth, but Annie did the best with it that she could, and the two had had ample opportunity to practice and refine their technique over the years.

Behind her Elias’s breathing only continued to pick up, now rushing out between gritted teeth and parted lips. His hands had shifted back to her haunches and gripped into place there, fingers curling down underneath her, legs partially spread as he pounded eagerly up into her. Edward halfway opened his eyes amid the kiss and tilted his head to the side, allowing him to at once slip further forward along his wife’s muzzle and tongue as well as to peer slightly underneath her to watch his friend’s progress: thick, sticky warmth dribbled down his sack and thighs, worked into a faint froth from the constant energetic motion.

“This… really is…” he panted, eyes fluttering open, dancing around, then closing again. He licked his lips, swallowed, leaned forward over the dog further, and fully wrapped an arm around her chest, his quick, intense thrusts turning instead to slow, deep grinds already inside of her, hips pressing up against her feral haunches and lifting her along the chair. “God, I’m… hah-”

For this Edward made sure he was watching. Halfway kissing Annie, her broad, floppy tongue slurping across his lips and teeth and gums with hot puffs of breath tickling his nose and making his eyes water, he could practically feel Elias’s pleasure in those last few insistent thrusts, having done it himself so many times before. There would be the intense, sticky wet heat of Annie’s sex squeezing hungrily around him, sucking gently, seeming to tingle across each and every nerve, pushing everything to its limit; the pressure would begin from inside and then flare out like an explosion, hot and sharp, irresistible, electric. The fingers would squeeze, the toes would curl, the nostrils would flare with a sucking gasp, and then all of that would suddenly burst out and-

-and Edward jerked up and back with the sensation of something spurting across where he kept his arm draped over the back of the chair. Annie panted and moaned out into his mouth, her noises halfway towards a dog’s whimper, while her entire hind end trembled with the wagging of her tail - and Elias doubled over her from behind, continually thrusting alongside the base of her tail, having pulled out at just the last moment. Long arcs of white streaked out across the chocolate and charcoal fur of her back, a few more spurts just now jetting out at the peaks of his thrusts; Edward looked down, saw the evidence there on his arm, and couldn’t help but roll his eyes, moving to wipe it off.

“S-sorry,” Elias panted, and finally straightened up. He swallowed with effort; his entire body still trembled, and even from here Edward could see how thoroughly Annie had soaked him, with glistening slickness smeared over his pubes, across his loins, and down along his thighs. “I realized, uh, if she can still - y’know, be a human, then I probably… shouldn’t, uh…”

“Oh, you’re fine,” Edward reassured him, and leaned back in to kiss Annie again. This time it was more on her terms, mostly tongue and opened lips than anything, lapping forward across her chops, feeling the rounded shapes of her fangs underneath him, drawing the warm, loose canine saliva into his mouth, feeling it when he swallowed it down. “And did you have fun, dearest?”

She panted open-mouthed at him, tail wagging, ears up. “Good,” she managed, then dropped down from the back of the chair. Elias stepped back, still twitching and dripping; Annie turned around, looked up at him, shoveled her nose between his shaft and sack, and focused a few licks there.

“O-oh,” he panted, one hand going out to the arm of the chair. “I didn’t… think about… dog tongue…”

“Mhmm.” Edward shifted again. Where Annie stood now, tail up and swaying, allowed him the same sort of view of which he knew he would never tire. He reached a hand down, squeezed, adjusted again…

“Hey, how long did you say you were gonna be in town, El?”