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Puppy Predicament – Story by Kaz

Chapter 1: Puppy Go Brrr(ap)

The low rumbling of intestinal distress was joined by the straining sound of leather tightening and metallic jingling. A soft whimper escaped John, a pudgy and short chocolate lab pinned on his back on the unmade bed. Wearing a large pup hood in a deep electric blue, he was presently nude save for the hood and a thick leather collar attached to the end of a leash that was being pulled.

On top of John sat Sieggy, a much taller brown wolf with cream-colored spots splattered across his body in seemingly random arrangements. Both men were nude. Sieggy was perched directly on John’s muzzle, the material of the pup hood rubbing against his inner rump cheeks as his thick and humid ass spread over the smaller man’s face.

“Aw, c’mon I heard that whimper. What’s the matter pup? Can’t handle a little…turbulence?” Sieggy’s voice was sultry in its way, thick accent adding a layer of intrigue to his tone as he teased the pinned labrador. Sieggy’s belly was rumbling quite fiercely at this point, a warning sign of something brewing…Sieggy tugged on the leash, pulling John’s face closer still to his pucker. Underneath his tail, Sieggy was sporting a thick coating of greasy swamp ass from a day’s hard labor. The humidity back there could rival even the swamps of the deep south. He could hear, in between John’s whimpers, the excited snuffling. As John’s hot breath rolled out in expectant waves over Sieggy’s anal muscle, the wrinkled flesh tensed and squinted before relaxing again. A gentle pulsating that made him more excited by the second.

John’s world was covered in a thick layer of deep chocolate ass-fur. Sweat had pooled on the exterior of his pup hood, joining legions of other stains in the material. He owned quite a few of them, but this one was special – this was his playtime hood. One that didn’t get cleaned and made presentable again. One that bore Sieggy’s entrancing anal funk so that John, obsessed with him, might later enjoy it when he was gone. And enjoy it he did. Between his thighs, his cock had unsheathed itself, dancing to and fro and pulsating with his heartbeats. The unimpressive length dribbled pre already just from the small amount of stimulation Sieggy was providing.

“Ah, there look at that thick pre running down your dick. You need this, don’t you pup. No, don’t speak. Answer me with your tongue…” Sieggy’s belly gave another low rumble of protest, and he brought his free hand to it, cradling it and sighing. Meanwhile, his heavy balls rested securely on John’s upper chest just below his own dancing erection. Now his penis was quite unique to John’s. It bore the standard canine shape in the tip only. Instead of a sheath, he had foreskin. Genuine, honest-to-goodness humanoid foreskin. It bunched over his tip when he was soft, protecting it from contaminants and irritants. Pulled down as it was now, it revealed a glistening fleshy tip in the shape of a spade, with a divot for his urethral opening in the center. Just like a dog. At his cock base were two unassuming lumps on either side of the shaft that could swell to remarkable size when Sieggy was fully erect. Currently he was oozing his spunk syrup directly onto John’s upper chest and belly. Something he knew John didn’t mind.

John didn’t hesitate when commanded to lick. He pressed his hooded snout forward and his tongue darted out almost like he was trying to stab Sieggy with a knife. The speed and intensity with which he licked was commendable to say the least. His strong and thick muscle trembled with his excitement as it parted the small jungle of anal fur hiding the treasure. He could feel the warm, tender flesh flex against his tongue, the wrinkles rolling over his taste buds like some god given treat. His eager tongue picked off a fleck or two of Sieggy’s prior bowel movements, the fecal stains clinging to his tongue and forcing Sieggy’s foulest flavor directly onto his palate. John’s cock gave an anxious twitch at that new flavor and he whimpered again, though his whimper was cut short when Sieggy blasted ass – hard. His bowels had given up on holding back and he let out a raunchy fart directly into John’s face. The vibration of the hole against John’s eager lips made him groan as Sieggy pressed more insistently, giving the leash another tug. The heat and moisture from the fart stuck to the inside of John’s hood, clouding his vision with his favorite scent – Sieggy’s ass.

Sieggy could feel more than gas rumbling…as much as he enjoyed the sensation of John’s tongue on his pucker he knew he had to move along soon. Still, he couldn’t stop the creamy smear of earthy waste that bloomed out of his hole, prompting a muffled squeak from John as Sieggy’s soft, buttery waste crackled out of him. Not a whole load mind you, just enough to muddy up his entire ass crack. And enough to leave thick smears on John’s hood and more importantly his tongue.

“Ahah, look at you, pup. You need it, don’t you? Need my dirty hole to fill you up. You look like you’re about to bust on the spot! Don’t do that now, you know you want to feel my warm soft shit pressing in on all sides of your cock, don’t you…that’s what good boys get…” Sieggy knew he held the upper hand. That much was evident as he pressed his ass harder, feeling himself slip around lubricated by his own smear of peanut butter-like waste, sliding over John’s face and pup hood like a toboggan down a wintry slope.

John didn’t want to waste his breath with responses – not when he could use his precious inhales to drown on Sieggy’s fecal stink. The rich meaty stench layered with the sulfur undertones of flatulence completely enveloped his world. He closed his eyes and hung his tongue out as he felt Sieggy moving – using his face as impromptu toilet paper. But Sieggy’s colon wasn’t finished quite yet. As Sieggy had tried to push out another fetid fart, his colon had pulled a sneak attack and let out a fist-sized mound of creamy waste. More solid this time but just barely soft enough to smear, Sieggy instinctively clenched his cheeks together, feeling his warm fluttering hole and crack get completely smothered in his own mess. Like peanut butter in a shag carpet honestly. The powerful odor of poor diet dogshit invaded John’s senses and for a moment he thought he might pass out. He could feel the exceedingly warm mound of waste pushed against his mouth and nose. Hell, his nostrils even got a bit plugged by some. He opened his mouth and rapidly lapped, licked at what he could, using his tongue as a spoon to try and scoop as much of the soft mound into his gullet as possible. The clay-like texture of shit accumulated nicely on his tongue, one of his favorite sensations. Most people would assume shit tasted awful…but John would disagree. He thought of it more like a mildly bitter texture rather than a flavor. And Sieggy’s was quite intense.

Sieggy relented on the leash-pulling for a moment as he pulled himself off John’s face, scooting himself down the lab’s body. He snuck a peek back at the now-grunting canine so he could watch him slurping down shit like a buffet. Gods it was hot, so incredibly hot. Sieggy bit his lip as he dragged his sweaty nuts over John’s bare body before reaching his target, straddling John’s hips and pressing back with his rather large and filthy ass. His fur was moistened by the creamy waste that had been compacted between his cheeks, thick strands of it webbing between his cheeks when he pulled them apart again, enough to scoot back and slide John’s cock right in between them. Sieggy sighed and let his cheeks go with a wet splorch as they thudded together, completely devouring John’s cock and hiding it from view.

“Gooood puppy. Look at you chowing down. I can feel how hard I make you…I can feel it against my shithole…you want in, don’t you pup? Need to bury that tiny little bone, huh? Eating my shit and sucking my farts wasn’t enough for you, eh? Nasty lil’ pup…” Sieggy often got carried away talking, as though he liked to hear himself talk. John didn’t mind, as enraptured with his voice as he was the sensations Sieggy could deliver to him.

John blushed intensely as he felt his cock sink into the softest, wettest, warmest confine it had ever been in before. Oh gods, the sensation of the soft half-eaten mound of shit massaging him like some disgusting DIY sex-toy. It was intense. The way Sieggy’s swampy cheeks made everything a bit warmer and wetter. He couldn’t tell if he was inside Sieggy’s hole or just between his cheeks…fuck he couldn’t hold back anymore as Sieggy goaded him and wiggled up and down that was it. He whined as he lost the battle and unimpressive ropes of hot wasted seed shot into Sieggy’s ass crack.

Sieggy could feel the twitch and added moisture, and he laughed. “Oh no, puppy couldn’t behave and hold it.” He tutted disapprovingly and slowly pulled his ass off John’s lap, beginning to scoot backwards up his body, leaving thick brown smears as he went. “I guess someone doesn’t get to bury a bone today. Too bad…premature pup…clean me up now…” Sieggy rubbed it in, teased John just before retaking his favorite seat on the lab’s face…