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Sometimes in Life, a person wants something badly. Though they may not even realize it. Or have talked themselves out of it because “society” or maybe just some people they knew said it was wrong. Dan had to admit that he had one of those feelings. He’d had it for as long as he could remember, even before he learned what a “kink” was. But it took the aardvark a long time to understand that he had a kink. And even longer to have any sort of comfort with it. Which had brought him to his friend Jeremy.

The goat had a lot of experience with the kinds of kinks that Dan was interested in, though the aardvark hadn’t learned that fact until he’d gotten brave enough to start exploring his desires. Jeremy had been supportive of Dan, though the goat had deliberately held a lot back so the aardvark wouldn’t feel pressured into anything. And so, Dan had slowly been introduced to the world of pup play, and Jeremy guided him through his several controlled experiences. Some had been sexual in nature, but the goat had reserved those for himself as he and Dan already had a friends-with-benefits relationship and he wanted the aardvark to be comfortable with any sexual partners. Slowly, they’d gotten Dan okay with pup play, and expanding his horizons.

Two years into his exploration, the aardvark found himself staring at his gear and having a revelation. His purple neoprene hood sat on the pillows, with a matching bulldog style harness, arm and leg bands, and a black and purple jockstrap laid out below it. It had taken a bit to collect I all, and there had been a few missteps when it came to styles and colors but they’d finally come up with an outfit that Dan loved wearing. Jeremy had also liked them but said it was most important that the pup liked it. And today it was very important that he was happy. Because tonight they were going to explore something the aardvark had been afraid of for a long time. A paw gently touched his shoulder. He turned to see a white goat muzzle smiling at him.

“It’s going to be alright” Jeremy assured him. “We won’t push for anything you don’t really want to do. This is something you want to do. You’ve dreamed about this for a long time.”

“Yeah,” Dan agreed with a shudder. “So long.”

The aardvark returned his attention to his hood, mostly black with a purple muzzle and eyebrows, and thought back to when they had finally pulled his true desires from him. Jeremy had slowly guided him towards accepting the things about himself that the aardvark found strange and somewhat dirty. The goat had helped a lot, though it had come down to one simple idea. Dan needed to let go.

“When you’re ready,” the goat said. “Once you’ve got your gear on, we’ll start.” With that, Jeremy gave him a supportive nuzzle before heading out into the living room.

Dan took a deep breath. He could do this. All he had to do to let go…

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Fifteen minutes later, the aardvark pup trundled out into the living room. He was dressed only in his hood, harnesses, and jockstrap. He waddled a little, as curling up from between his cheeks was a silicone dog tail. The aardvark stopped and posed for a moment, showing himself off to the goat. He had just a hint of pudge around his middle, but it wasn’t out of place on his medium frame. The jockstrap hugged his sheath, tenting a little in the beginnings of arousal, the black and purple standing out against his off white and beige fur. Dan shook his hips to shake the plug tail along with his hairless tail as he walked, clenching a little to keep the heavy plug in place. Fortunately, he didn’t have to go far.

Just across the room, seated on the big sectional sofa, was Jeremy. The goat lounged with his legs spread, displaying that he had stripped down to just a green and black jockstrap that contrasted with his off-white fleece. Jeremy kept that fleece trimmed close, showing off his trim frame and flat stomach. In his paw he held a black collar with purple trim and a leash. He smiled and rubbed his bulge, already tenting as he watched his pup approach. The goat leaned forward as the aardvark knelt before him and rubbed his pup’s head. From that point on, the outside world slowly dropped away, and there was only the pup and his master.

Master guided Pup’s head towards his crotch, whispering for Pup to just relax. He nodded and leaned forward. This was something they had just started exploring, and Pup was still a little nervous about it. He breathed, letting Master’s warm grassy musk fill his nostrils. The aardvark sighed, fighting down the weakening sensation that this was a dirty desire. Master had worked on him to accept this, to learn that it was perfectly acceptable—especially for “canines”. Pups loved musk. Musk was wonderful. It was right for pups to huff others’ musk.

“That’s it,” Master’s voice filled the pup’s ears. “Breathe deep. Let it fill your muzzle. Fill your mind. That’s a good pup.”

Pup obeyed, pressing his nose into Master’s fleece and letting the scent fill him. A warm, foggy sensation spread through his nostrils up into his mind. Pup’s thoughts slowed, being replaced with Master’s musk and his words. His muzzle lolled open, and his long tongue slid out and under Master’s jockstrap. Master’s words continued, encouraging Pup as thoughts continued to vanish replaced by the warm fuzziness of goat musk filled his brain. Pup lapped at Master’s sheath and wrapped around his balls as the words worked into the growing haze.

Breathe. Huff. Drop. Empty.

The words kept repeating themselves inside the aardvark pup’s head. The swirled around, leaving nothing but Master’s words and his spicy, grassy scent. Pup barely noticed as his snout was pushed back and the scent increased as the fabric around the goat’s sheath and balls disappeared. Pup sighed happily, dropping even deeper into the warm trance. A small bit of drool appeared as he tried to focus on the newly revealed prize. Master’s sheath and balls were covering in a fine fleece the same off white as his belly fur. Pup’s previous attentions had his pink shaft already poking out, and now that it was free of its fabric prison it stood proudly erect.

Dig in Pup.

Pup rocked for a moment as the words sank in to his musk clouded mind. As they registered, the aardvark leaned forward and took the rounded tip of Master’s muzzle into his narrow muzzle. The scents intensified, driving Pup further into trance, further into relaxation, further into submission as they rose off Master’s shaft and into his mind from inside his mouth. The salty flavor of pre settled on his tongue as he wrapped it around the thick shaft and closed his muzzle around it. Then, he waited. Pup had no thoughts; no desires save to please Master. But a silly pup like him couldn’t know how to do that one his own.

A gentle pressure on the back of his head forced him down the warm thickness. Pup moaned, but was relaxed enough that he barely gurgled as the full length of Master’s cock slid into Pup’s muzzle. The pressure held his nose against the warm fluff of Master’s groin until his throat began to spasm. But Master was good to Pup, the goat sensed that his “dog” needed more air and gently pulled Pup’s head off his shaft. Pup gasped and panted, his tongue still reaching out to the goat’s cock. For a moment, Master held Pup away from prize, letting the aardvark pant and squirm as the goat’s cock throbbed enticingly in front of him. As Pup’s eyes focused, he saw a blob of pre form on the tip. Pup moaned needily as he waited to be told what to do next.

Master left him there for a long moment, holding the top of Pup’s head as the goat swished his hips to smear pre over the nose of Pup’s hood. The salty scent seeped in through the neoprene, further relaxing the pup and setting the hypnotized aardvark to drooling as his body slumped back. The pressure on his head moved to his shoulder, holding Pup up and returning him to the warm thick goat cock. It slid easily into Pup’s muzzle, provoking moans both from Master and Pup. Slowly Pup took the entire throbbing shaft into his maw. He held it for a long moment, and then began to bob.

Pup went slowly at first, guided by Master’s paw and his shoulder. As Pup sucked, that pressure disappeared, replaced by a contented sigh. Master’s cock shoved deep in Pup’s muzzle as the goat leaned back, letting the aardvark pleasure him. And Pup did exactly that, bobbing at the pace that the goat had set, letting his tongue wrap around Master’s shaft and slide and squeeze as he went. Pup didn’t rush, his mind empty save for the intoxicating scent of the goat and the joy that he was bringing him pleasure. Pup was barely aware of his own shaft straining against the confines of his jockstrap—it wasn’t important. All that mattered was pleasuring Master, Master’s pleasure was Pup’s pleasure. And the spreading warmth as the fabric absorbed his pre was so nice…

Pup sighed contentedly around the warm thickness in his muzzle, lost in the haze of pleasure. It took a few moments to realize that even though he hadn’t changed his own pace, Master’s cock was sliding deeper into him and moving faster. It wasn’t until he felt the soft thump of fleece against his nose that he realized that Master was bucking his hips. Pup braced himself, putting his paws on the edge of the sofa cushions, but did not attempt to increase his pace. Master was in charge—Master would decide when he got off. Pup was just a toy for Master’s enjoyment, and nothing else brought him greater joy.

Pup held himself off the couch, drooling around the cock sliding at a rapid pace in and out of his muzzle, but otherwise holding himself still. Below him, Master’s moans had become shorter, sharper, broken by whispered swears and panting. Pup’s own cock twitched in response to the realization that Master was getting close. But he did nothing but remain still other than to press a little harder against the couch. He was just a toy after all. His purpose was to be used, not to think. To be used was the greatest joy a pup could have. Pup remained still, but focused on making sure he was breathing through his nose and relaxing his throat as the bucking became frantic and the pants became breathless.

Pup barely had time to draw in a deep breath when a paw shot out to grab his head and yank him into Master’s crotch fleece. The goat gasped, a sound that became a long moan as he thrust and held Pup’s head. The cock throbbed in the aardvark’s muzzle, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Then a warm, salty spray spurted down his throat. Pup closed his lips around the shaft as it throbbed and spurted again, trying to keep Master’s generous gift in. he unwound his long tongue from Master’s cock to assist him. It took some effort, but he managed.

Without warning, the pressure on the back of his head was gone, and the fleece against his muzzle fell away as Master flopped back on the couch panting. For a long moment, Pup was left kneeling there as the goat recovered. His eyes were pointed directly ahead, and he could see Master smiling happily at him. Pup wagged proudly.

After a minute or so, the goat sat up and reached behind Pup’s ears to fiddle with something. There was the soft noise of a zipper coming undone, and then the light pressure on Pup’s face came away. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt himself return to being Dan—an aardvark with a raging boner and the lingering taste of cum in his muzzle.

Jeremy dropped the hood next to him on the couch before reaching up to rub between Dan’s tall ears.

“How you doing?” the goat asked.

“Good,” Dan replied slowly, and after a couple of false starts. Words took a while to come back when a scene was finished. “That was… wow.”

“You really got into it. It was hot to watch you drop.”

Heat rushed to the aardvark’s snout and ears. “I dropped hard… And it was so easy.”

“That’s good, right? If it’s what you wanted there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I know. But it still is… new and scary, I guess.”

Jeremy nodded and motioned for Dan to stand up. “I get that. That’s why I didn’t push too hard this time. I did get the sense you were enjoying it though. Would you want to do it again?”

Dan got to his paws before answering. In past times, he would have hesitated. But not now. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

“Well. Then we shall. But for now, let’s get this plug out of you so you can sit down while we get you taken care of…”