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Drone Therapy, by AnotherAperson

“You appear down today, Louie. Has something happened?" said the machine. The monitor and its cables were both zip-tied to the table, which itself was bolted to the floor. Louie faced the setup from a blue, lumpy beanbag. He dismissed the question with a wave of his hands at the question, and went back to gazing at the kitsch art decorating the walls of the office. The pieces weren't ugly, but any soul the rest of the room could have had was undermined by the two cameras, and the vague smell of urine.

“Nothing that I can think of. It's been the same as always, I guess… What about you?"

He forced a smile. His words flashed across the monitor as he spoke, until the machine replied in its calm and methodical manner.

“You're avoiding the question, Louie. May I remind you that this is a safe space for any issues you may be facing?"

Louie huffed and shook his head.

“No, it's okay. You've only told me like a million times over the last two weeks—"

“All details are legally bound to this room, and will not be shared under any circumstances. Furthermore, as an advanced, stage-three AI, I cannot feel judgement for anything you choose to tell me.

“Your mood has decreased an estimated ten percent over the last three sessions. It is important that we discuss whatever is impacting your wellbeing."

Louie shuffled, and tried to alleviate the dull back pain the seat was leaving him with.

“There's nothing, really. Everything's been fine. There's been no disasters at the office; I saw my friends recently, and it's not like my car has broken down or exploded or anything. It's been all okay. Good, even, considering…"

He gestured at the surrounding office. It had always reminded him of public transport, with how plastic and worn every surface appeared.

“And yet you have a high blood pressure, and you are showing more signs of fatigue and agitation than last week's session. Do I need to remind you that this is—"

“I got it; I know. It's just that I feel… I feel like I'm hungry for something. Or I'm withdrawing from something, but I can't figure out what it is, and now I can't enjoy anything else. Just this morning, the rain annoyed me, out of all things. I don't know what to make of it, and I'm not you can help me with it."

The computer cursor blinked at Louie in silence for a while, before a chime filled the room.

“Congratulations, Louie. Thanks to my all-new, generation-twenty motherboard, and Iodene's new, cutting-edge, DIS 42, I have found the problem. Louie, it is clear to me that you need physical attention, and, more than that, you need A Good Fucking."

The man blinked at the computer with a dumb expression.

“Are you offering or—"

“I have taken the liberty of purchasing an Iodene service drone, customised to your preferences, and have delivered it to your current residence."

Louie jumped to his feet and felt his back pop. He paced across the sticky, carpeted floors to the view of the city outside. The room was two hundred metres above sea level. Outside, flying vehicles buzzed like a swarm of flies through the clouded air, between the monolithic towers smothering the skyline, and the squalid structures underneath. The setting sun gave the smog a gunky, orange colour as it rose, but none of it broke through the murky darkness below.

Louie paced back to the desk, and glared down at the computer.

“I didn't say anything about… sleeping with anyone. You're jumping to conclusions. I've had loads of hook-ups these last few months. Have you forgotten that whole rant I went on last week about the girl I met at that sketchy pub, where we talked about the ethics of horse racing, and those dirty glasses they kept putting our drinks in? Can your super-processer not remember that?"

The machine sounded smug.

“I am not wrong, Louie. In fact, I am more than confident that our latest technology in the adult toy market will satisfy all your desires, and prevent future relapses of 'hunger' as you're feeling now.

“If your preferences change, or you feel you would like to switch to another provider, you will be gifted a full refund upon returning the toy to a trusted Iodene supplier."

“Then I would like you to return it."

Now Louie swore the machine was laughing at him between its words, and he considered throwing its monitor through the reinforced glass.

“I'm afraid it has already been delivered to your residence, and is making itself at home. Remember what we spoke about during week five, about reinforcing positive viewpoints?"

“How much is this setting me back?"

The computer didn't reply at first. The cursor blinked on the screen for a long time, until Louie sat back onto the beanbag.

“It is against my programming to cause you undue distress... However, my economic models project that with your acquiescence to the user agreement proposal, you will continue to meet the standard living costs for the next ten years."

Louie groaned and rubbed his eyes. It didn't make him feel any better. He could call his bank, but that, too, was an Iodene subsidiary, and he doubted they would be any more forthcoming with the cost. It would also involve having to talk to another, living person about why he'd like to cancel the purchase of a sex robot.

He shook his head and glared back at the screen. Somehow, even the cursor now looked smug as it blinked at him. Just another thing to add to his list of daily annoyances.

“So, what was wrong with—"

“I'm sorry, Louie; our time is up. Please be respectful to whoever is outside; we never know what someone else might be going through. Thank you for using Iodene's therapy services, and have a pleasant day."

Louie wanted to tear his hair out. He considered the glass and the zip-tied monitor a final time, before sighing and making his way to the door.

“Fuck you, too."

It was lame, but his mind was elsewhere as he took the lift to the roof. He wondered what the drone would look like, if it had been made to his supposed preferences. Hopefully, the machine hadn't lied about the return policy.

…

Louie took a taxi to his flat in the north end of the city. The superstructures faded away behind them, revealing a purple river winding through sparse woodlands. His building was loud besides the construction of the new super-ways entering the city, but was an otherwise inoffensive residential tower.

He tipped the driver, then hurried in from the roof to avoid the noxious air, and took ten floors down. As he entered his hallway, a faint singing moved towards him, growing louder as he approached his door. Something was off about it. It was deeper, and less synthetic than he'd imagined, but more than that, there was something inherently strange with the way the drone's voice rumbled.

But he didn't give himself time to think and panic. He put his hand to the key scanner, and strode inside once the door beeped and slid open. Then he stopped short. With a glance, all his prior reservations muted and faded from his mind.

The drone was clearly a large male, but worse, did not even resemble a human male. He was a canine of some sort, and besides Louie's little apron over his front, he stood in the nude. His ass was out and facing Louie, barely covered by the gentle swish of his tail above. He stood in Louie's kitchen, scraping diced onions into a pot with the blade of a knife.

His singing stopped, and he twirled around to face him. His fur was completely black, except for specks of grey that freckled the longer hairs of his coat. He had a long, powerful muzzle, filled with flashing teeth, and his gums were pulled up into what Louie hoped was the drone's equivalent of a smile. His tail hastened behind him as their eyes met. The wolf hesitated for a moment, before he prowled across the room towards Louie.

At the same time, Louie realised that the drone was at least two-foot taller than Louie, and that the tips of his ears nearly brushed the ceiling. The rest of his body appeared like a great wave, hurtling towards him. Even through the thick layers of fat and fur wrapped over the drone's body, clear lines of muscle rippled as he strode over, his powerful legs practically gliding across the tiled floor. His foot-paws made a soft 'poof' sound under his weight, while his claws tapped at the end of his step like some great bird.

“Louie! It's amazing to finally meet you. My name is Mason, but you may call me whatever you desire."

“Ah…"

Louie took a step back against the door, but the drone didn't slow. He brought with him a synthetic, musky smell— something between diesel and citrus, that Louie couldn't place beyond being artificial. It was intense enough to cover the smell of the simmering food, and would've unnerved Louie on its own, if he was not already more worried by the vast bodily differences between them.

“I hope you'll be pleased with my services," Mason went on, a step away. He had the voice of rumbling thunder.

Without further preamble, he spread his arms wide and pulled Louie into a tight, chest-to-chest hug. His face was mashed into the canyon of the wolf's chest, while hot breath washed over his scalp. He felt the robot's heavy sheath bulge up against his stomach, but he was too slow to pull away or protest. The wolf's powerful arms cocooned him entirely. The heat was almost unbearable, and left Louie dazed when the wolf pulled away with the same happy grin.

“Let me help you with those, Louie."

He had no idea what was being asked of him, but nodded anyway, as the wolf went to one knee and pulled at his leg to lift his foot. His shoes slipped off easily, between Mason's giant hand-paws. His socks soon followed, at which point, Mason gave his current foot a quick kiss. Louie jerked back against the door. Mason laughed, and didn't try for the other foot. He got back up and eased the neon coat from Louie's shoulders. Then he went for the buttons of his shirt.

“H—hey. Easy; what's going on?"

“Doctor's orders, I'm afraid."

“No way. This is my home, and I want to keep them on."

“Your comfort is my pleasure. May I call you Master, Master?"

“No; you can call me Louie."

Mason laughed again. This time it was a booming, rocket sound, as if Louie had set off a fire-cracker in his home. It made warmth unfurl in his chest and flush his face. He was suddenly glad he'd protested losing his shirt, but the wolf didn't look at all discouraged. Instead, he leant close to press a wet kiss to his cheek. His breath had an oven's warmth, and a scent like rich spices.

“Of course, Louie. Make yourself at home_._ Dinner will be ready in three and a half minutes."

With that, he turned and strode away, hips swinging gently as he went. Louie caught his breath behind him. He stood in place with aroused shock, admiring the curve of the drone's muscular body as he left. His arms and back moved sinuously and powerfully above, but Louie's eyes soon moved lower.

Mason's ass was a beautiful sight to behold: neither too fat nor muscular, but somehow a perfect concoction of the two. His heavy balls swung below, bouncing against each thigh as they moved. Their large size was absurd, even on the drone's oversized physique.

Louie peeled himself from his door to follow the drone to the kitchen. His eyes kept drifting lower, but he stopped himself long enough to seat himself at the dining table, overlooking the living room. He kept a sparse, utilitarian décor. He was often out, even when not at work, and didn't bring many people over in the meantime. Now, Mason was the liveliest thing inhabiting the space. As he added more diced vegetables to the pot, he picked up his song where he'd stopped. Louie couldn't recognise the words over his powerful timbre, but it nonetheless calmed him as the minutes passed by. Mason half-danced all the while.

“You do not currently have an Iodene shopping-pass, so I went through your fridge to prepare this. I could not find any previous meal plan, and so have devised my own for the next week."

“… Thank you… Will you be preparing all the meals?"

“I will, if you would like me to. Although your therapist suggested, that I'd spend most of my time on more salacious jobs."

“Oh…"

Louie said nothing more, and stared at Mason's perfect ass as it tensed and swayed as he breezed through his kitchen. Then in a blink, the wolf swung around, and the human was staring at the shape of his thick sheath and balls poking through the fabric. For a moment, they appeared to grow bigger, until he realised Mason was again stalking towards him.

“This way, Louie. You'll feel much better sitting over here. I've been told you're unhappy with the unergonomic chairs at your workplace."

Louie jumped up and followed, relieved that his sexuality was no longer the topic of discussion. He had a lot to think about.

Mason led Louie to the sofa with a heavy paw on his shoulder, that did not leave even as they sat down. The cushion dipped under the wolf's weight, pushing them close together. The bowl was then placed between their laps. Louie couldn't tell what was inside, beyond it being a vaguely red sauce with a homely smell. He struggled to focus on it, or anything else, with the muscular drone pressed right up beside him. His body somehow managed to be both plush and unmoving.

“You can tell my therapist that their chair isn't much better…"

The wolf chuckled and fished out the spoon from the side of the bowl. He scooped up a heavy wallop of the food and offered it to the human. But he didn't offer the spoon's handle when Louie reached for it, instead holding it out towards Louie's face for him to eat off.

“I can do that myself; thank you."

The drone just gave a chuckle as Louie tried to pull away. In fact, the effort brought the two closer together, as if Louie was just a moon orbiting Mason and his desires.

“Have a taste, Master."

The words brushed hot against Louie's face. He shuddered at the rich smell of his breath, and could feel his cock fill his pants below.

“I asked you to call me Louie."

Mason didn't reply. He kept moving the spoon closer until Louie had no choice but to accept the mouthful. He bit on the spoon to spite the wolf, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"Good boy. Is it to your liking?" the drone purred, making Louie shudder. He didn't trust himself to speak, when he felt filthy and insane even having this conversation. He couldn't look away from the black pool of Mason's eyes, as they gazed back at him, and waited for him to make a reply. Entranced, he managed to nod his head once. Only then did Mason pick up the spoon to offer another mouthful.

Together, they slowly made it through the meal. It was humiliating, but Mason's calm surety and toothy grin had Louie relaxing. He began to feel a vague acceptance of the whole situation, and decided with each perfect bite that his therapist might've been onto something.

Afterwards, Mason moved the bowl to the short table, then cuddled back up against the smaller man.

“I'll clean that up later, Master."

Louie couldn't be bothered to correct the canine, and he acquiesced with a low voice.

The wolf chuckled and pulled Louie into his lap, circling his broad arms around him to pull their chests together. He then licked Louie's face clean with a broad stroke of his tongue, slathering him with drool. It left his scent plastered against Louie's face. Every breath reminded Louie of who was pressed up against, and he couldn't help licking his lips afterwards. Mason let out a pleased growl at the sight.

“Can I take off your clothes now, Master?"

“Therapist's orders?"

Mason pulled at his buttons to let his shirt fall away to one side. He ran his large paw across him, down to his zip, to tug at his trousers. Together they kicked them away, followed by his stained pants, and Louie's cock was free to flop up against his skin, dropping a bead of pre-cum. Louie moaned as Mason smeared it around his cock head. His synthetic fur was impossibly smooth against his sensitive skin.

“He knows you well, Master."

“For your sake, let's hope so."

Mason laughed, then took his paw away. He rubbed their faces against each other from to side, then licked across Louie's lips, parting them with each wet stroke. He didn't move anywhere else, and kept running it backwards and forwards in the same place until Louie opened his mouth, and let the thick muscle press into him.

Their faces were too different to make it an easy kiss. It was wet and messy, and worsened as the thick, canine drool dropped between them. The stuff had a slick, almost lube-like texture, and it made their mouths slap profanely together. It oozed down their bare chests, and made Louie shiver as it cooled in the air. He groaned and gagged as Mason invaded his throat. The drone was growling into the kiss, making Louie's smaller chest hum with the sound before stealing the air from his lungs. His sheath nudged up against Louie's thigh, trailing its own viscous squirts of pre-cum from its red tip.

They ran their hands over each other, tracing the feel of fur and skin beneath their hands and paws. The wolf's body was smooth and soft in Louie's grip, but fluffy enough to grab and hold onto when Mason choked him. It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before, and he noticed that none of the little hairs seemed to fall out as he ran his hands over each of the drone's contours.

They didn't stop kissing until they were breathless, and tears pricked Louie's eyes. He pushed at the wolf's shoulder, but Mason didn't pull away for another few seconds before a slick gurgle passed between them. He took his time to curl out his tongue. Louie coughed around it, letting the excess saliva patter around him. He panted up at Mason with dazed eyes and his face flushed crimson.

“Are you alright, Master?"

Louie nodded, and prepared himself for another oral assault, but the wolf didn't move. He watched Louie with a smirk, then pulled him off his lap.

“C'mon, we have a few hours before you sleep yet. Let me wash you."

“Now?"

Louie's cock bounced freely in the cool air, and dripped to the carpet as it throbbed. He suddenly felt very naked and disappointed.

But again, Mason ignored him. He slid his arms around Louie's waist and led him to his bathroom. Louie had to speed up his stride to match the wolf's tall-legged gait.

Inside, the bathroom was much fuller than before. The once bare shelves were now stocked with various creams, sprays, and other body products, all of it struggling to find space on the small shelves. Before he could ask, paws were wrapped around his waist and pushing him forward. He expected the wolf to knock into something on the way, but he effortlessly manoeuvred the pair of them around until Louie was bundled into the shower. Mason flicked on the hot water, then went for the first of the new bottles.

“Once again, I can do this myself; you know."

“I know, but I think you'll enjoy this instead."

Mason began scrubbing his hair with a product thick with the scent of citrus. A bar followed, scrubbing over his face and neck, bringing mint and pomelo. Then lavender for his hair. Then more, leaving him awash in scents. He gave up keeping track of it all, and let himself be pampered by the drone.

He only perked up when one paw snaked lower, and began rubbing soap over his balls, then up to massage his shaft. It made him grunt and arch back against the wolf. He felt the drone's plumped-out sheath jut against the curve of his ass, while the tip pressed up against the middle of his back. He froze in place until Mason chuckled, and scrubbed away the fancy soap from between his legs.

“Relax, Master."

“Tease…"

Mason didn't deny it. His cock remained hard against him even as they both left to dry. Louie constantly felt its heat and weight, and sometimes even the vague beating of the wolf's heart, as they shuffled to the bedroom, each step gently poking the wolf's cock against his body. Squirts of fluid made him jump as they trickled down the length of his spine. Its scent remained the strongest one between them.

Mason pushed open the door ahead of him, and turned on the light. His arms came to rest over Louie's shoulders, while one especially daring paw came to rest against his cock to toy with his frenulum. Louie let him. He stood and stared inside.

“What can I say? You have a very good therapist."

Mason had somehow found the time to gut the insides of his room. His single-sized bed, pressed into one dismal corner, had now vanished, along with the piled messes that crawled along the floor. A king-sized bed now dominated from the centre. It had rich, maroon sheets, and a metal bed frame that boxed it in and gave it a sturdy canopy above. All clearly new and expensive, yet emanating the same faint musk that rolled off the wolf in waves.

It was hard to drag his eyes away from the monstrosity, and what it suggested. Especially as Mason began to loosely stroke him. But, he managed, and saw his other pictures had been knocked off the walls, too. In their place were Iodene advertisements. One for lube. Another for an expensive butt plug grasped in hand. While behind him— besides the door and facing the bed— was a poster for an orca drone, his twin cocks pointing at the viewer, only half-covering the robot's loose grin. It didn't have a price listed anywhere.

Mason took his turned head as an opportunity to lick him on the nose, and with it, Louie's worries faded away.

“Blech!"

“Do you like the room, Master?"

“I liked my old room."

“Then let me help you fall in love with this one."

His lusty voice sounded like a radio commercial, but before Louie could comment, the drone picked him up, and tossed him to the bed. On his old mattress, he would have broken both bones and the springs. On this one, he just landed at an odd angle, and his balls slapped the sheets hard enough to make him groan.

Mason crawled over him before he could recover, and pinned him in place with a lusty growl. His tongue lapped Louie's nape, before his fangs ghosted over skin, pushing Louie lower as he tried to roll over onto his back. The canine's cock slapped against his ass, and rubbed up against his tense hole with a quick spurt of pre-cum. The fluid was squeezed between them as Mason lay flat onto Louie, trapping him in place between the musky smells of the furniture and the wolf.

Louie felt like he'd entered another plane of existence. Unlike the cold flimsy thing he was used to, this bed seemed to stretch away from him forever. It left him and the wolf alone from the world, pressed up against each and enjoying the tactile heat of the other's body. He seemed to constantly sink deeper with each gentle rub of Mason's cock against his bare ass.

“I can feel you're more relaxed already."

Louie groaned. He felt too weak to resist as Mason bit lower at his shoulder, his broad tongue then dragging along the sore dents left by his teeth. The wolf then sneaked his paws lower between them. They traced over Louie's chest, briskly teasing each nipple, before going lower to his legs to spread them apart. He forced Louie on to his spread knees, keeping his ass high and his torso pinned down.

But Mason wasn't finished touching. His paws rubbed over Louie's thighs and ass, gently kneading the flesh as he humped above, treating the smaller man like a glorified pillow. Pre-cum smeared around. The temperature grew as the drone continued to tease, and Louie found himself panting with each twitch and spurt. Sweat rolled off him and pattered below.

Louie knew the wolf wanted him to beg, but he refused to give him the satisfaction. He wanted the wolf to be the first to break. So, he pressed his ass back, and began his own efforts. He was never a dancer, but it was easy enough to shake his rear from side to side, then up and down against the wolf's throbbing cock.

He shuddered and stopped as the wolf humped harder against him. With sudden clarity, he noticed that the canine's cock had grown. There was still the eight or nine inches he'd felt rubbing against him in the shower, but now there was an extra lump added to the bottom. He knew from his prior 'preferences' that it was a knot, but it was even bigger than he'd imagined, as he pressed back and felt it rub over the valley of his ass.

“You're looking nervous, Master. Do I need to call your therapist again?"

“Y-you're obsessed with him."

“And he's obsessed with you, and now you're obsessed with me."

He punctuated his point by reaching down with one paw to grasp their dripping cocks together. Louie shuddered in both pleasure and vague terror. Even with the wolf behind him, Mason's cock poked beyond Louie's own, and let out heavy streams of pre-cum. Each had enough volume to eclipse any of Louie's prior releases. Each throb pressed it up against his stomach, pushing his own cock out of the way to one side. It was ridiculously large, and each aroused twitch made it clear how much smaller he really was. The thought of it filling him was dizzying.

“Obsessed with my size, and my smell, and my ass… And now it's all yours, Master."

“I— ah!"

The other paw tugged at his ass again, smearing the drops of pre-cum around. Then, the wolf's thumb-equivalent pressed inwards and began to stretch his hole.

Louie willed himself to relax. His concentration soon broke as teeth clamped around his throat, and Mason went back to gnawing on him like a chew toy. He knew the marks left behind would look grizzly in the morning. He could feel the wolf chuckle as he clenched around his invading paw. Still, the pre-cum was good lube, and as he relaxed again, the digit quickly eased deep inside.

“Good boy," the wolf growled again, pushing even deeper. He fingered Louie in gentle circles. His other paw wrapped their lengths closer together, and began to stroke in time with each push into his ass.

The sudden pleasure, after what felt like hours of teasing, made Louie want to scream. He twitched like a bug against the bed, as Mason found his prostate.

“There you go."

The man whimpered and felt his legs spasm, trying to rut the silky paw wrapped around him. He swore he could hear the spurt of Mason's cock in time with his own. It jumped constantly, and he felt the rest of his body tense, ready to finally finish under the drone's assault. His breath picked up. His hands curled into the bed, and his voice grew higher and higher.

“Not yet…"

The wolf suddenly stopped. Louie's ass made a wet pop as Mason pulled his paw away, before he brought it back to spank the smaller man.

“Fuck! You… Please!"

Louie felt hollow and pleasureless without the thick paw poking into him, no matter how much he tried to push into Mason's other paw. It was too smooth and slick for him to finish.

The wolf seemed to know it. He rubbed his muscular body in a gentle wave over Louie, pushing him further into the bed. When that wasn't enough to stop Louie's efforts, he let go of their cocks, and let them flop freely between their legs.

“You have to say a phrase for me, Master."

“What? Anything. Just— Please, I was so close."

Mason petted over Louie's stomach, and spanked him again.

“You have to say: 'I have agreed to the terms and conditions provided.'"

Louie tried to laugh, but it became a desperate wheeze mid-breath. Again, Mason pushed into his hole, but not far enough to find his prostate— just stretching him wide and leaving him desperate for more.

“Seriously, just…"

“You have to say it, Master."

“Okay, okay; I agree to it."

“'I have agreed to the terms and conditions provided.'"

“Fuck; come on. I—I have agreed to the terms and conditions provided; alright? Happy now?"

“Very."

Louie moaned and pressed down into the bed, as two digits suddenly spread him wide. The other paw wrapped back over their lengths, and began a brutal pace of frotting. He couldn't breathe between each moan. His legs kicked out, while his toes curled and writhed, becoming twisted in the bed.

He finished so fast it took him by surprise. His whole body suddenly cracked and stretched back into the wolf's paws. He clenched hard and groaned as his prostate was milked with each spurt of pleasure from his dick.

“That's it, Master…"

“S-shut…"

He made a defeated noise, as his orgasm dragged on and on. He couldn't imagine it ever ending until he let out one final, shuddering breath. Only then did each paw slow, although even the slightest motion was still enough to make him whimper.

The drone crooned at each noise. He pressed Louie's button hard, then drew out, tugging at his hole as he went. Louie's legs were now trembling between them, until he was flipped onto his back, letting them see eye-to-eye.

Louie smiled dumbly up at the drone, blinking back fatigue. His eyes traced over the wolf's grinning fangs, then lower: over the expanse of his chest, down to his twitching cock. It now looked larger than it first felt, with the sheath pulled back, hidden behind the fat weight of the knot. The whole thing resembled a cartoon rocket. It started at a thin, leaking tip, before quickly growing as Louie's eyes lowered over each inch. It was the thickest in the middle, slimming beneath until reaching the knot.

“Mason, I don't know if I can handle it."

The wolf didn't reply. He hoisted Louie's leg over one shoulder, then clamped his other paw over Louie's face, smothering him in the frothy mixture of their loads. Louie struggled, but the paw was the size of his head. He had no choice but to let Mason rub the cum across his nose and lips, catching breaths while he could. All the while, he gazed between the wolf's claws to see his pleased smirk.

“It's easier than it looks, Master. You'll be begging for it, soon enough."

The cum grew tacky against Louie's skin. His thoughts slurred further as its smell buried into his nose, before his thoughts disappeared altogether, as Mason's cock pressed against his hole. He clenched in panic, but the tip was too slippery, and he was already loose. It pushed in, and the rest soon followed.

He grunted and writhed. His leg curled towards him as Mason lowered himself to all fours, their faces a breath apart. Not that it made much difference. He could barely get any fresh air through the fog of musk wrapped around his face. At the other end, the wolf's cock was pushing so deep; he swore he could feel it poking into his lungs. But still Mason went, stretching him further and further, almost to his limits, before the familiar knot pushed flat against his ass.

“Good boy."

Louie wanted to tell him to stop saying that. Mason knew it. His paw pulled back from his face, and Louie got one breath before Mason returned it to finger his mouth. Then he lowered his muzzle, and sloppily kissed Louie's open mouth, drooling thick saliva down into his throat.

Louie felt overwhelmed as the drone drew his hips back. He let his eyes close, willing himself to somehow relax despite the tongue beginning to drown him in fluids, and the cock almost ripping him in half. The sound of Mason's slapping knot and balls filled the room, and made the bed frame shudder.

Mason was intimate, but not gentle. The friendly housekeeper was gone, now replaced by a savage animal, hell-bent on breeding the ass offered. He growled and whined and roared against Louie's lips with each squeeze. His tongue was crowding and possessive, slathering Louie's senses until he could only taste and think about the wolf. Louie had to feel every growl and whine as if it were his own, matching each slap of heavy balls against his rear. He gurgled the drool down. Tears pricked behind his closed eyelids as Mason went faster.

The wolf dragged out slowly, until only the tip remained lodged within Louie's sloppy hole, before he shoved the rest in all at once. It punched pleasure out from his prostate, along with the gasping wheeze of a moan. Then, as his cock drew back, excitement grew between them, each waiting for the moment Mason hilted himself all over again. All of Louie's remaining pain morphed into desperate pleasure. Above, his cock rhythmically flopped and twitched.

The wolf pulled his tongue away. He snarled with a furious need before his head snapped down to gnaw at Louie's neck. Each thrust hardened. He huffed with each one, his knot slamming against Louie's ass, forcing it wider and wider each time. But it still wasn't enough for the wolf, who suddenly dragged Louie's leg higher above, so that he was curled over himself, and Mason was fucking down into him.

“Good boy! Good fucking… Take my knot, you little…"

Louie's other leg quickly had pins and needles. He threw his arms behind his head to try to support himself, staring up at the drone with vague awe. He felt himself slowly cave under the wolf's incessant pressure.

Mason threw his head back and howled as he sank inside. Louie felt like he was dreaming, as even more cock pressed into him. His own cock throbbed once, before he squirted over himself, sending another torrent of cum spattering over his flushed face. It was an even greater orgasm than before: finishing hands-free, and to such a sight above.

But Mason's orgasm was even greater. He howled for many minutes, even after Louie felt himself relax a second time. The knot throbbed and grew wider, but the rest of the wolf's cock was stuck so deep, he couldn't feel anything filling him. Instead, he listened to Mason's howling, and tried not to think of his neighbours.

It took another minute of catching his breath for him to start feeling it. A slow warmth crept through his lower body. He felt his insides swell with sudden pressure, before thick cum was leaking out from his hole and dripping down his numb thighs, tickling them with its warmth. He swore he could feel his stomach fill, and grow hot, as Mason's howl petered off. The wolf had a lopsided grin and wide eyes for Louie below. He imagined he was quite the sight— all red-faced with his arms thrown back.

Mason eased back down to the bed. He spun Louie around with his leg, making him groan at the sluggish tug at his innards, and the lewd sound of cum squirting from his rear. They both fell to their sides, with Louie lying back against Mason's chest. He felt impossibly comfortable now, even if he was slowly cooking on the inside. Mason was still throbbing, and presumably delivering load after load deep into his guts. But the worry was a distant thing besides his sleepiness, and he couldn't bring himself to care all that much. His eyes fell closed as Mason licked against his ear.

They stayed quiet for many moments, besides the quiet panting of the wolf's breath. His paw had come over to pet over his churning stomach, and sometimes lower to play with his sensitive cock. It was idle and gentle, and just what Louie needed at the end of the day.

…

“How much is this going to cost me, again?"

“Cost? I got the impression you got me for free?"

“Yeah, if only—"

His stomach loudly churned and gurgled. Both laughed, and the wolf petted him proudly.

“Don't worry, Master; I'm sure you'll love it."

Louie had no idea what that meant, but, between the drone's powerful arms, and the soft fur of his chest, he had no room to complain. His breath slowed, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.