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“I mean, there’s always the option for truth or dare again. Especially with – you know who here.”

Ian’s heart skipped a beat, even though he had been anticipating, dreading, hearing those words since his sister had once again dragged him in there. At least there’s no dog this time, he told himself again and again, trying to ignore the phantom twinge and pulse of arousal that that particular memory ignited in him; as soon as Bailey had grabbed him from his room and bodily dragged him back down the hall to her own, her grasp warm and firm and surprisingly comforting along his wrist, his first thought had been oh, God, for his second to follow with not this again, and his third, of course, being I wonder what they’re gonna make me do this time…

Nervously he looked from face to face: his sister sitting back against the foot of her bed with her legs crossed, once again wearing shorts, once again having foregone the boxers she needed to wear to keep her plump, meaty spade contained; Kara, the dark-furred wolfess who honestly frightened him a bit, her fangs sharp and her gaze even sharper; and then Jenna, the mink, who stared at him with unbridled but somewhat amused disgust over the edge of her phone.

Ian swallowed. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I can, um, leave, if…”

“Absolutely not,” Bailey said, right on top of Kara’s rumbled “Like hell you can.” A gentle breeze blew in from through the window opened above and behind her shoulder, ruffling through the wolfess’s thick fur, wafting her scent across where he sat directly across from the three of them; Ian tried not to breathe in too deeply, though the thick, stifling summer day outside made it somewhat difficult to ignore the stinging pinch of sharp sweat underneath that curl of warm air. “There’s still a few bottles of beer out in the fridge. Go get one of those, slam it, and then we’ll go from there?”

“Eh.” Jenna settled back a little bit further and lifted her phone in front of her muzzle, the claws of her thumbs tip-tapping away at the screen. “What’s the point? It was only fun when Ivy was here to… participate.”

Yet again all three sets of eyes slid over to Ian. The wild dog avoided all of them.

“That was fun,” Bailey agreed, “but she’s being boarded right now, so it’s just us. But then, what could we do? He-”

“I’d say he could suck my pussy,” Jenna went on, still wrapped up in her phone, “if I didn’t know where it’s already been. His mouth, I mean.”

“And he’s your sister,” Kara added, “so while he fucked the dog, I don’t think it’d be good for him to do the same for you. Besides, I don’t think you’d be into that, either, Bailey.”

For a moment the siblings shared a glance, Bailey’s dinner plate ears flicking back and then twitching upright again. She quirked her mouth, licked her lips, then turned her head to the wolfess. “Yeah, let’s not go there. And, I mean, y’all’ve seen his…” She motioned over towards him, specifically between his legs. “What he’s packing. Or, I suppose, what he’s not.”

Ian tried to scrunch himself down into a smaller space, bringing his legs closer together; he knew that this would make it seem to the others that he was embarrassed about his sister’s mockery, which he was, when in reality he mostly wanted to hide how her words had given him another stir and throb.

Kara shrugged and leaned back to rest her elbows along the sill of the opened window. The fabric of her shirt tugged up along her belly a little bit, revealing a single glittering silver piercing through her navel; she reached to one side to adjust the strap over her shoulder and then did the same for the other, each time with the puff of thick, curled fur beneath each arm spreading out and sparkling with sweat in the late afternoon sunlight. “I dunno,” she said, and glanced from one wild dog to the other. “Could be perfect for some first-time anal. In case there’s anyone here… who…”

Gradually her ears started to lower back, and her gaze flicked back and forth from between the wild dogs, to Bailey and Jenna each in turn. Bailey’s large ears perked; Jenna blinked and looked up at her phone, the mink’s little nose twitching in the blowing breeze as she, too, likely picked up the shift in Kara’s scent. Underneath the familiar warm layers of canine sweat, if Ian’s nose all the way over here could pick up the subtle shift towards slight discomfort and self-consciousness, then surely so too could the other girls right next to her.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Jenna clapped her phone down into her lap. “Kara.”

The wolfess’s ears flicked back up. “What? I’m just saying that – just in case-”

“Are you saying you haven’t taken it up the butt?”

“I mean – I-”

Now Bailey leaned in as well, tilting herself to one side but keeping her legs crossed, her knee near Ian lifting up. He glanced down the leg of her shorts, saw the way her black-fleshed spade squished against her opposite thigh with the movement, and a second a half later finally peeled away from the other leg beneath its own weight. “Kara. C’mon, now. Not even a tongue? Not even your own fingers?”

The wolfess glanced back and forth again, pointedly ignoring Ian sitting here before the three. “Wait. Why is this suddenly about-”

Bailey rested a paw on her thigh. “You know where this is going.” Jenna leaned in from the other side to do the same. “Yeah! It’s a group activity. Lillian and Bailey didn’t hesitate in kissing last time – and I saw the way you went for-”

“Okay! Okay.” She drew herself up with a deep breath, held it, sighed, and then finally regarded the other wild dog again. “What about him? I don’t want to… you know, while he’s looking.”

The other girls turned to look at him as well. Bailey blinked; Jenna scoffed, barely hiding the noise behind a paw.

When Bailey spoke, still she looked at her brother. “Kara. He’s gay. He won’t care. Hell, you probably won’t even have to tell him to turn away. He’ll do it on its own.”

“Gay. Does a gay boy not only pound a dog’s pussy, but cum inside of her so hard he can’t stand afterwards?”

Jenna tilted her head. “Well… yeah? I thought we talked about that. Isn’t that their whole thing? They all fuck dogs?”

“That’s not the point here. Kara.” Bailey brought her other paw in, lining it up dangerously close to the wolfess’s waistband. “Come on. Who needs the bottle? Ian will eat your ass.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? There’s no literal, actual dog here, so I’ll have to be the next worst thing?”

“C’mooon.” Bailey dragged her weight down along the wolfess’s body, pulling her shorts as she went. “Turn tail and hike it. You’ll love it. I promise. Face the window, now…”

For the first time Ian watched as Kara’s stoic facade started to crumble. Again her ears went back; the wolfess looked from wild dog, to mink, then back to wild dog; she opened her mouth, moved as if to bat Bailey’s paws away, then looked away again, a blush tinting the insides of her ears.

“Okay. Okay. Fine.” She sighed and stood up; Bailey leaned back just far enough to allow her the space to do so, though Ian noticed the way his sister’s eyes remained fixed on the front of the wolfess’s pants. Even from where he sat he could see the distinct, weighty bulge pressing out from inside so much like Bailey’s, the fabric of her pants darkened slightly from the gathered sweat of the hot day. “Just – don’t laugh, okay?”

Jenna blinked. “Why would we-” And then her ears perked. “Oh. Oh. That’s right. You’re like Bailey, in that you’ve got…”

A look from the wild dog silenced her. Bailey glanced over her shoulder, looked her brother up and down, and bit her lower lip as if in thought; then a moment later she turned back to Kara, smiled up at her, and closed the distance again, once more running her fingers along the lupine’s waistband.

“Remember what I said about you last time, Kara?” she purred. Her paws came in towards the center, teased at the button, popped it free, moved on to the zipper underneath. Despite his relative disinterest, Ian couldn’t help but squirm and try to get a better looked: it indeed looked as though she wore boxers, too, just like his sister… “About how you eat ass like-”

“-Like I just spent forty days in the desert. Yeah. I remember.” She swallowed. “Look, just because I like giving it doesn’t mean – that-”

“Oh, God,” Jenna interjected, and raised her phone again. “I can see it jiggling through your underwear. I don’t know how y’all can manage with – all of that-”

But then she broke off, her words interrupted by a shocked gasp. Even Bailey twitched backwards a little bit, her wide ears perking straight upright in surprise; baffled, Ian scooted to the side a little more, then even more, until he fell over onto his elbow and looked up at where his sister had the wolfess’s pants and underwear halfway down her thighs, and-

Bailey let out a low, shivering sigh. “Holy fuck, Kara.”

Ian’s gaze trailed up those smooth, toned legs, and where he was expecting to see plump, hefty, meaty lupine spade sagging down like his sister’s, instead her full sack draped down across one leg, balls spread apart within the heat of the summer day, with her equally heavy sheath hanging off to one side a bit. All of the heft, the meat, the weight was still there; she covered her muzzle with one paw and turned to look away, shifting her weight to her other footpaw… with her balls and sheath also taking a few seconds to peel away, swing in the open air, and plop into the shift. Thick, dense dark pubic fur puffed out to hide the base of her sheath and sack, similarly glistening with the moisture of gathered sweat; Kara reached down and scratched through that full bush.

A thump to the side brought their eyes over, in time to see Jenna reaching for where she had dropped her phone. “I always – thought that you had – like-”

“A spade?” Kara scoffed between her fingers. “Yeah. I bet you did. It’s way easier to pass all of this off as that, since – I mean, you’ve seen Bailey’s, and-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, girly.” The wild dog reached up, scooped her fingers in between Kara’s balls and her thigh to peel them away once again, and rolled them comfortably into her palm. The wolfess gasped in surprise and gave what had to be a reflexive buck forward, her sheath swinging forward and then tugging back, a brief flash of rich, glistening wet meat poking out from the end before sliding back in. “You’re so much bigger than Ian.”

“I mean… yeah?” Bit by bit her embarrassment started to trickle away. Kara dropped her arms to cross them over her chest, and looked at the other wild dog still sitting stunned. “Not hard to do that. Also why I didn’t wanna do this in front of him. It’s different when it’s something he’s into.”

“Well, sure, but he’s not here for that.” Once again Bailey regarded her sibling with a lick of the lips. “Okay. You’re fucking – packing, but – c’mon. Turn around. Hike that tail. Ian, get the fuck over here.”

Hearing his name made his heart skip another beat. He swallowed, tried to think up a response, couldn’t, and instead just did as told, scooting over to the side to avoid coming near Jenna as he approached. She was wrapped up in her own business, however, as she angled her phone camera in towards Kara’s thighs, following the heft and sag and swing as the wolfess turned around and knelt down. Bailey giggled, tail wagging, and came up to sit back along the windowsill next to where Kara knelt over; the wolfess looked up at her, flicked her ears, and grumbled something under her breath, for the other canine to then hide her muzzle behind a paw and murmur something in return.

A moment later Kara giggled as well, and once more her tail lifted up. Ian watched, enraptured, as that simple pull tugged up along the exterior of her tailhole, straightening out the wrinkles, pulling everything taut and firm and smooth; she gave a little flex and wink, taint pulsing out with the tension, balls still slowly shifting in the heat underneath her, and then finally turned to look over her shoulder.

“Well?” she said, in that same rough, gruff voice that he had come to recognize from her. “What’re you waiting for? Go ahead and… dig in, loser, Bailey wants you to-”

But then she cut off into a quick gasp, Bailey’s paws coming down across her bare rump from above and behind, fingers pulling close to her rim, gripping in, spreading out. The wolfess reflexively clenched once again, center ring of muscle pulling more tightly inwards, span of skin pulling, tightening, still glistening with sweat, and then relaxed back out; Bailey dug in even closer, circling her fingerpads around that sensitive rim, poking and prodding through each of Kara’s little clenches and gasps and winks.

“Right here,” the wild dog purred, and leaned in from above. She scooted her muzzle in alongside Kara’s raised tail to hold it off to the side. “Think you can handle that, Ian?”

He squeezed his legs together. “Bailey-”

“Do you need a demonstration first?” She lowered herself down further, still pressing with her fingers; Jenna brought her phone closer, Kara lowered her head down and sucked in another slow breath… and then Bailey welled up a thick glob of drool in her mouth, swished it from one side to the other, then pursed her lips, held herself down, and let it drip directly down across the wolfess’s bared tailhole. Another little wink and flex, followed by two of those fingers scooping up through the sticky wetness, smearing it across… sinking in past her flexing rim, both fingers at once, then one coming out and pressing back in, to be soon followed by the other doing the same to fold the moisture deeper into her.

Every time she did so Kara tensed up again, her tail lifting, her shoulders bunching, her tailhole clamping in around Bailey’s fingers. Ian found himself drawn in closer and closer, until his nose tingled with the force of the wolfess’s musk: so sharp, so rich, so intoxicating, drifting up from the curls of fur poking out around the base of her sack and reaching up along her bared rump, dark black hazing over the warm pale pink of bare skin. As he approached his sister dug her fingers in once more, then slid out towards the rim and tugged; Kara tried to clench again, only for another two fingers to slide in along the opposite side of her rim and pull from there.

“Okay,” Bailey said with a flick of an ear, “first off, Kara, I do not believe you’ve never stuck anything up here.”

The wolfess grumbled.

“Second – you felt how I did it. So do the same. Need you to push, instead of squeeze.”

“But I-”

“Come on. Jenna’s recording.”

Another little shift from the wolfess as she worked herself into a more comfortable position, then a short intake of breath, and then she did as instructed. Ian had enough time to watch the sleek, silky wrinkled folds of interior meat squelch together and press out towards her forcibly gaping rim, thick frothy bubbles of mucus mixed with saliva welling out; Bailey drew her fingers slowly out, allowing Kara’s tailhole to return to its natural gape as she continued to push, bubbles trickling out from inside, luscious flesh squishing together – and then one of Bailey’s still sticky paws gripped the back of his head and yanked him in, right up underneath that raised tail.

Naturally Kara clenched again, tailhole squelching against his lips, the meat of her bowels folding along his tongue. His sister’s paw still forcing him in, squeezing him further until he could feel Kara’s tailhole folding out around his lips, Ian sucked and slurped and swallowed, paws coming up around the wolfess’s legs to pull her back against him, lungs filling with her scent.

“Holy… fuck,” he thought he heard from somewhere behind him, but couldn’t tell whether it was Bailey or Jenna who said that. In front of him Kara lifted her head up, panted, moaned softly… squeezed, clenched, pushed again, pressing those folds of wet inner meat against his tongue as it continued to dig inside of her, treating her exactly the same as the girls had forced him to do for the dog the last time they had all hung out.

As long as I keep doing this, he thought, already able to feel the sticky wetness dribbling down his chin, then they’ll leave me alone… He dug his jaw as deep as he could, deliberately sucked in at Kara’s guts from inside, scooped his tongue in, folded it back out, then did the same again, and again. Panting breaths became interspersed with guttural gulps and small splutters and coughs, wanting to stay down beneath her tail as much as he could, stuck again between wanting to enjoy it yet not wanting the others to see.

At some point his sister’s paw retreated from between his ears so that Kara’s could take its place, and Bailey got up to walk behind him. Ian briefly half-opened his eyes, expecting to see her shadow loom in from above and behind to push him in deeper, or to feel her body against his with her paws sliding up under his shirt, or pushing down into his pants to force him to unload another unimpressive finish out across the carpeted floor, or anything else – but instead she kept on going, and soon Ian forgot about her for now.

Kara’s initial embarrassment seemed to have completely disappeared by now, the wolfess’s paw once again dropping from his head to spread herself instead, tailhole winking, taint pulsing in rhythm against his chin, hefty balls lifting and swinging and shifting underneath. Slowly, gently, Ian tilted his head to one side, turning his hungry suckling to dutiful licking instead, and unfurled a paw from around her leg so that he could instead get a feel for her sack, and maybe even her plump, twitching sheath just before, and-

-a twitch of one of the wolfess’s legs immediately stayed this course in his mind, and right when he expected to receive a sharp reprimand, she pushed herself back away from the windowsill, wrapped her legs around his body, and forced him down to the ground underneath him, pinning his muzzle between the floor and the underside of her tail.

“I saw – the way you-” She reached back underneath herself, wedged her paw between his head and the floor, and yanked him even more firmly up into her rump. “-ate that fucking – literal, actual dog’s ass, and now you – can’t even give me the – fucking ­same-”

Ian’s heart pounded. Oh no – am I – underperforming? I mean, she IS a girl, and it’s… I’m…

I can’t really breathe. When he tried to inhale, it was instead just thick coils of saliva- and sweat-damp pubic fur lifting into his nostrils, the overpowering scent of wolfess filling his lungs like syrup. I have – a calculus project due tomorrow, I can’t – die now. Not like this.

“You can do – better – than – that-”

As she spoke Kara started to grind back onto Ian’s muzzle, paws now coming forward to brace against his lower body. On instinct he lifted up, pants tight, his own arousal throbbing against himself; Kara’s huge, hefty balls draped down along his chest, their full heat searing through his shirt and fur, and as she worked, body rocking forward and back, muscles tensing, heart pounding, he could feel the weight of her shaft as well. In fact the more he focused on it, the more aware of it he became: this thick, powerful, swampy heat radiating out across him, bouncing up in rhythm with each throb.

From off to the side Ian vaguely heard his sister’s voice, sounding as though she were dazed, distant: “Jesus, Kara, don’t – kill the fucker, I… still need to get some use out of him…”

“Shut up,” the wolfess barked, the vibrations of her voice reverberating even down through Ian’s muzzle. He practically fought for his life underneath her tail, digging his tongue as deep into squishy, slippery meat as he could, sucking the sticky slickness out and into his mouth, swallowing down her taste… squirming, shivering, wiggling his legs, wondering if he might be able to cum just from pressing up against the inside of his own pants. “You went and – got me worked up, and I know he can do better, he’s… he’s just…”

Right there, he realized, and flicked his tongue downwards again, pursed his lips, suckled, swallowed. Kara’s breath hitched in her throat; she arched her back, moaned out, and pressed even more firmly back onto him, hips gyrating, entire body trembling. One paw slid away from her rump and around in front, where Ian felt her scoop her balls up, drop them back down against his chest with enough force to push the breath out of his nose and back under her tail, and then move in to stroke at herself.

“He’s… just…”

Ian could feel it coming likely as well as Kara could. Once again he tightened his paws on her haunches, squeezing her down against him, and scooped and swirled his tongue where he could inside of her tailhole, able to feel the reflexive tension of the ring of muscle tightening back around him. His snout wrinkled up with the force of this pressure, nose pushed right up along the underside of her tail; overflowing curls of pubic fur tickled at his cheeks, his nostrils, and his chin, each of these soaked through and dripping with the sticky mix of saliva and natural mucus; each time he paused for breath or to swallow, he could feel, smell, and taste her coating the entire inside of his mouth and throat, the warmth of her tailhole seeping down into his chest, and-

-the wolfess gasped again, pushed back down against him, and clenched tight enough that for a moment Ian thought she might pinch his tongue out of his mouth. Then another clench, and another, each one building up the pressure of an ongoing, trembling pulse deep inside of her – until she finally bucked, and jerked, and bucked again, the thick ropes of her load jetting out with enough force to completely clear the wild dog’s body and instead thump against the wall beneath the windowsill where she had originally braced herself. Again and again she squeezed down underneath the force of her finish, tailhole clenching, holding, then pushing out, only to then clench right back again. Ian couldn’t help but moan up into her flexing, welcoming folds of meat, lips peeled back as she pushed herself down against him, around his muzzle, into his mouth… until finally, eventually, the wolfess fell forward, pulse thumping through her sloppy, gaped rim, chest heaving with unsteady breathing.

“Okay,” Kara managed after another moment. “Okay. I think I’m… I’m done. Did you – get all that, or-” She turned her head, ears immediately perking and muzzle curling back in an annoyed snarl. “Hey. Hey.”

Still pinned underneath her rump, head swimming with the scent of her sweat and his own drool, Ian rolled his eyes over as far as he could and could just barely see his sister on all fours, her tail raised, Jenna’s phone in one paw stretched out along the floor with her muzzle resting on that arm – and the mink’s muzzle buried underneath that hiked tail, only her ears and fingers gripping the wild dog’s rump visible.

One of Bailey’s ears perked. She half-lifted her head, expression foggy, and giggled softly. “Yeah,” she said, and waved the phone; the screen was dark. “Yeah, I… yeah… just… gimme a…”

Kara lifted up off of Ian’s exhausted muzzle. Thick, sticky ropes of juice stretched out between her parted rim and his lips, pulling away and then dropping free across his chest; dazed and breathless, it took him another moment to lift his head and look after her, only now seeing the streaks of her finish staining the wall and floor, and catching a brief flash of her still hard cock swinging between her legs.

“What in the – world happened to-”

Bailey jerked a lazy thumb over her shoulder. “She got – curious. And wanted… to…”

Ian’s ears perked, Even from here he could hear Jenna’s sloppy slurping, sucking, panting, gasping, moaning… I know how that feels. He sat up, cleared his throat, swallowed, cleared it again. Maybe I could… sneak out now, and go take – care of…

But a quick snap brought his attention back. He glanced over and then just as quickly jerked back, Kara’s rich, red-fleshed length hanging heavily down before his muzzle, its simmering heat nearly making his eyes water.

“Hey. You did this.” The wolfess pointed down, and at the same time swung her hips so that everything sloshed heavily with the movement. “Clean it up while they’re busy, and get ready for a round two. I want that on video.”

So much for that.