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Anthony leaned forward, arms folded on the picnic table in front of him. Nice day out today - sun shining warmly in the sparse spaces between thick, puffy clouds; a pleasant breeze rustled through the full trees overhanging the fence, and caused the tire swing hanging from the tall oak in the middle of the backyard to sway; other than that breeze, the only sounds breaking the afternoon's silence belonged to the occasional car driving by, the quiet hum of the pool jets and machinery, and the feral German shepherd dog running around the yard while his master repeatedly threw him a small red ball.

He straightened up a little, swiped the bottle from the other side of the table - cream soda - and took a sip of it. Still cold even despite sitting outside for a while; his fingerpads left clear marks in the foggy condensation that had gathered on the outside. This was the first time that Darrell had invited him over, and while Anthony was nervous, he tried not to show it. Being a rabbit, this was somewhat tough - tall ears showing most when he was anxious, startled, disappointed, saddened... Darrell had noticed that trend very early on in their relationship, and took it to his advantage.

Not that he was a bad guy. The rabbit took another sip of the cream soda, and then leaned forward to place it back on the other side of the table. Darrell was also a German shepherd, leading the feral one around the yard with that little red ball; tall, fairly stout but not overweight in the slightest, wide-shouldered with a flat stomach. Today he wore floral-print orange-and-white swim trunks, showing off the faint ripples of muscle underneath his bellyfur, as well as the sleek tautness along his arms and legs. He looked like the kind of guy dog who used to spend a lot of time outside.

Anthony had actually met him online, through a dating service. Not the first thing he would reveal to someone who asked, but it had worked. Their first week or so of talking had gone well, smoother than with anyone else the rabbit had tried his chances with, and then they agreed to meet up at the ice cream shop along 19th Street, and... after seeing the shepherd face-to-face for the first time, after hearing his voice, noticing how his ears and face showed shyness while his voice and actions belied his true confidence - after all that, it didn't surprise Anthony at all to find out that Darrell's favorite ice cream was rocky road. "That's such a dad flavor," he'd remarked, while trying to fish a frozen gummy bear off out of his own, rich chocolate. His favorite.

"You know," the German shepherd responded, his white fangs glimmering in a smile between bites,"that's exactly what my kids tell me whenever I take them out."

Then the two of them went to a movie, a nice recently-released animated feature that Anthony had, admittedly, been wanting to see since he had first heard about it. The movie itself wasn't disappointing, and neither was what came after. Talking for two or three weeks over text and instant messaging, and then this would have counted as their first_date_, as they clearly had more than just friendly intentions for each other... so Anthony should have expected something when they had to part after the movie.

He should have, but he didn't. So when Darrell took both of the rabbit's paws in his own, smiled down at him - since he stood a good head and a half taller than him - and drew him first into a hug and then planted a kiss on his forehead... Anthony's tall ears had gone down as if someone had tugged down on them, and he could feel his cheeks burn with a blush. The shepherd smelled of leather, and of dog, and faintly of chlorine - Anthony had learned why as soon as he'd been brought out back - and cigar smoke, altogether a pleasant, lingering aroma.

That movie had been another week ago. This afternoon, today, was again the first time that Darrell had invited him over, and Anthony had been more than happy to spend a little extra time being guided from room to room in the rather spacious and well-kept house, and to hear about the extent of the shepherd's lawn care, around-the-house projects, and whatever else. He had a nice, smooth voice, and Anthony found it definitely pleasant to hear; one of his past boyfriends enjoyed hearing himself speak quite a bit more than Anthony had, and he had often found himself tuning that one out.

The chair across the table from him creaked as Darrell settled down into it, bringing him out of his thoughts. The shepherd downed the rest of his cream soda in three gulps, then placed the bottle back upon the surface of the table before reaching down to pet between his dog's ears.

"How y' doing, Tony?" he said in that voice of his, cool as the water of the pool. Anthony had just recently gotten out of it: Darrell had offered for him to try it out, and then after learning the rabbit had left his swimsuit at home, had produced a rather revealing red speedo for him to wear instead. After pushing him into the pool, and therefore keeping him from continuing to wear the clothes in which he had arrived.

Of course, there was... also the thing that Darrell had about Anthony's endowment. He figured that the German shepherd had noticed it when the two had stopped in the bathroom on a trip to the mall the other week, and had taken neighboring urinals - because, while looking around in a clothing store, Anthony had been startled and very_embarrassed to suddenly find the shepherd's paws at the front of his pants, undoing his fly. _"Just checking your waist size," Darrell had offered in explanation, though the way his lips curled up in a grin belied his true intent. The squeeze that he gave to the large bulge under the rabbit's boxer-briefs had shown that, too.

Hell, he had trouble fitting into this speedo and remaining in it for the short time he'd spent swimming. That was part of the reason that he'd elected to get out of the pool, and also probably part of the reason that Darrell had chosen it for him to wear. At first, the rabbit had been stunned that Darrell would so brazenly grope and feel him up, but then... well. He didn't exactly get used to it. Being made to try on tight underwear at clothing stores; one time they had gone to a bookstore, and Darrell had leaned forward and grinded himself under Anthony's poof-tail while grabbing a book from a higher shelf - and then brought his paw down around front to squeeze at his bulge; and then there was the time the shepherd just straight-up pantsed him while they were preparing to go out again...

All good-natured things. Darrell always made sure to repeatedly tell Anthony, "if I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, okay? I only like messing with you. I don't want to actually - you know..." So there was that.

The rabbit swallowed, the sweet taste of cream soda still on his tongue. "I'm good," he said; his fur had just about fully dried off, and the chill of moisture had changed into pleasant sun-warmth a while back. "Just relaxing, enjoying the afternoon... we have any plans for the rest of the day?"

"Just hanging out here, really. I was thinking of setting up the grill in a little and cooking steaks for the two of us, maybe put on a movie or something - wouldja like that?"

Something brushed against the rabbit's leg and started pressing at his upper thigh, making him jump - but when he looked, it was just Darrell's dog, a feral German shepherd named Pogo. Tall triangular ears, black and light tan coat, strong muzzle, strong shoulders, strong legs, perfectly-angled back... all in all, an excellent match for Darrell. Anthony reached down and patted the feral's head. "Sure. I mean - if that's what _you'd_like to do."

"Hey, that's why I'm asking you." The shepherd raised a paw just as Anthony started to reply. "Yeah, yeah, I know - you're a follower, not a leader. I read that on your profile, and I've figured it out by now anyway. That's perfectly fine. I mean... Tony, I just want _you_to be happy. You know?"

Even with him petting Pogo's head, though, the feral still apparently wanted more attention, and continued nosing forward along the rabbit's leg. He could feel the dog's stiff whiskers poking into his skin through his fur and tickling along his sensitive thighs, and he could hear him sniffing at him. Probably just smelled of chlorine and sweat. Although, that nose of his was getting dangerously close to his speedo. "Hey - I wasn't gonna say that!"

Arched eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk. Darrell turned to the side in his seat and ran the pad of a finger along the lip of his soda bottle "Bet you were."

"I was gonna say-" - firm nose, lifting up underneath the bulge of his shaft in his speedo, sniffing and snuffling and making him jump a little. He tried batting Pogo away, but every time he did, the dog came back and nuzzled up against him with a little more force. It quickly became hard for him to keep his voice even, especially - especially as the dog found the space between his speedo and his leg, and shoved his nose up between there and against the base of his cock... "-do you - do you have... potatoes to go with the steak-?"

Darrell kept eye contact with him for a moment longer, and Anthony again struggled with keeping his ears upright. Pogo was loudly sniffing at him, getting a taste of his musk, and he could feel each exhalation of breath across the base of his cock and long his sack. He just wished, pleaded silently, that the feral wouldn't begin licking, because then he certainly wouldn't be able to remain confined within the fabric. Even the warm, moist breaths across his skin was enough to start making him stiffen up. "Are you sure that's what you were gonna say?"

"I-" But, there it was. First one lick, and then another, and another, at the base of his shaft in his pubic fur, then back a little and along the outside of his speedo. He could still feel the heat of the dog's tongue, though, its slick smoothness, as well as the moisture of its saliva. He hated it, but... a few more seconds, and he was throbbing underneath the feral's muzzle. "-Yeah, I mean - do you think - baked? Maybe? Baked potatoes?"

It was hard to tell if Darrell knew what was going on. Anthony felt more than certain that his noises and wriggling and ears gave it all away, but still, he tried to push Pogo away... and still failed. The dog's tongue now repeatedly dragged up along the outline of his cock through his speedo, which as he'd expected had failed to keep his endowment_confined: at the end of each lick, that warm, flat, broad tongue traced up over the underside of his revealed head, only making him squirm even more. The part he hated most about it was that the feral's licking felt damn _good.

This wasn't the first time he'd had a feral dog's tongue between his legs, along his cock, at his head - pressing in, making him gasp and swallow and throb... but, this would be the first time he'd done it with someone else watching him from no more than three or four feet away. If he were to stretch his leg out, he'd be able to tap his foot against Darrel's.

The other German shepherd nodded and leaned back in his seat. His ears remained relaxed, flicking around and standing upright every now and then if they caught the sound of a car driving by, or of a particularly loud bug further out in the spacious lawn - but, it was the look in his eyes that made Anthony wonder. "Baked potatoes, huh? ...Yeah, that'd probably be good. If there's one thing I don't regret from my marriage to my ex-wife, it's asking her how to cook a baked potato - hey, don't look at me like that! You'll understand when I make it for you."

However, the face that Darrell had called him out on was not one of confusion or mockery. Rather, it was a face of tension, of stress and worry - all atop deep, resounding pleasure, however reluctant and unwilling. Pogo continued to lap at his cock, both through the material of his speedo and outside of it... and his attention had gotten Anthony dangerously close. He had to squeeze the arm of the chair, had to press his feet against the dog in attempts to push him away, but - every second more brought him closer and closer. It didn't at all help that he hadn't had time to paw off in three days, what with various commitments and plans.

The rabbit licked his lips, pressed them together, swallowed - placed his bare footpad firmly against Pogo's front and pushed... and only got a second of relief before that sweet smooth tongue was back against him, now pressing up underneath his sack towards his tailhole.

"Whoa- something just-"

Darrell suddenly stood up, looking mildly shocked - and peered under the table. He remained bent over for a few seconds, during which Anthony could feel his blush deepen; thankfully, though, the feral heard the noise and turned to look at his master. A second later, the rabbit felt a tail wagging against his ankle.

He wished he could just slide down out of his chair and disappear into the ground. When Darrell came back up, his ears had half-folded back, and his whiskers drooped down a little.

The German shepherd pointed a finger down under the table. "Was Pogo just... I mean, your - I can see-"

He trailed off. Anthony didn't know what to say - his heart was pounding in his chest. After a moment, almost without him deciding to do so, he managed to nod.

What happened next took him by surprise, however: Darrell remained staring at him for a moment longer, and then his lips curved up into a smile, into a grin, and he let out a loud laugh. Pogo barked along with him under the table, and soon ran out and back into the yard.

"Damn, Anthony - guess Pogo really_likes the way you smell, huh? And the way you _taste too, apparently. You know ferals - no shame, no... no inhibitions about anything..."

Oh, yeah. Anthony definitely knew that about ferals. Certainly more than the shepherd thought he did.

"You should be flattered, you know. He did that to me once, right after we got 'im back when I was still married to my ex, and only for a couple seconds. Certainly didn't give me the same sort of treatment that you got..." After reaching up to wipe his eyes, he again pointed down, though this time in the general direction of Anthony's crotch. The rabbit hurried to fit his large shaft back underneath his speedo. "See? I told you what you've got between your legs is somethin' special. Anyway, I think I'll get to starting the steaks - and those baked potatoes..."

And that was that. One German shepherd pushed his chair back, stood up, and started back towards the house, with the other soon close on his heels. Anthony had to take a few minutes to himself to sit back and just breathe, to let his embarrassment (and arousal) go down. Before he had done anything about it, though, Darrell had come back outside with some of the things to start the grill under his arm, and Anthony prepared to stand up and hop back into the pool if needed... but, it looked like Pogo had been left inside.

So, he relaxed, leaned back in his chair, and crossed one leg over the other - but then had to quickly readjust his speedo again. Every time he saw that feral, though, he'd doubtless remember the time when some nuzzling and an unfortunately-placed tongue brought him dangerously close to orgasm... oh well. It could be worse.

~ ~ ~

The way that the afternoon turned, though - Anthony couldn't tell whether it was better or worse. While Darrell worked at the steaks, those clouds encroached upon the rest of the open sky, and squeezed off the last of the sunbeams until nothing but flat grey could be seen stretching in all directions. Then, as if he hadn't already gotten wet enough from the pool water and the feral dog's tongue, the sky decided to open up with first a drizzle, clinking and clattering on the glass surface of the table, before turning into a definite downpour.

Anthony hardly had time to run back to the covered porch before his fur was soaked through with rain - and when he got there, Darrell handed him a plate bearing a seared steak and an admittedly fantastic-looking baked potato.

"Really coming down out there, huh?" the shepherd remarked over dinner. The two of them had decided to sit down in front of Darrell's TV - a large thing, wider across than Anthony was tall - on the nice fabric couch, and watch whatever programs came on. However, with a few flashes of lightning and resulting thunder, the picture skewed, glitched, stopped, then blinked out - and in its place showed a "SIGNAL NOT FOUND" error.

Anthony had folded his paws in his lap, starting to feel a little awkward. Almost no light other than the sparks of lightning came in through the windows and skylights in this room, so looking all around made him feel as if night had already fallen - when in reality, sunset was still about a half-hour away. And, besides, the clothes he'd worn here hadn't yet had time to dry off, and...

...he swallowed. And they'd left those clothes outside, sitting beside the pool. Heavy rain pounded on the roof and drummed against the windows.

"So I was thinking."

Darrell's voice startled him. Anthony looked over: the German shepherd sat there, one paw slowly stroking between the ears of his pet dog curled up beside him.

"Since the weather took such a turn for the worse, and because your clothes still need washing - and 'cause there's no way any of mine will fit you - I was thinking..."

He spoke slowly, quietly, as if nervous or worried about something. Pogo lifted his head and focused his smooth brown eyes on his master, then, when Darrell stopped petting him and lowered his paws to his laps.

"...Anthony, why don't... why don't you spend the night here? I mean, not - not in my bed, but, like... I dunno, on the couch?"

Claws started picking at loose threads on the couch cushions. After another moment, Pogo's maw stretched wide in a cavernous yawn, and he hopped down and left the room. His clawed feet _click, click, click_ed on the tiled floor.

"I mean... the - my kids don't visit me anymore, so I had no reason to keep the spare room a bedroom, so... it's the best I can offer..."

The rabbit felt an odd surge of confidence warm his heart at seeing this big older German shepherd, about twice his age - after all, the guy had had a wife, and had kids; and not to mention this spacious house and just-as-spacious pool and yard... meanwhile, Anthony still lived with his dad at home - and the rabbit reached over, placed his paw on Darrell's, and squeezed. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the shepherd's triangular ears perk up.

He swallowed, and gave a gentle smile. "I'd be happy to. After all, there's no way I'd ask you to drive me home in this storm..."

So the two of them stayed up for a few hours longer, sitting down in what used to the guest bedroom and playing a video game console that one of Darrell's kids had left, until the power flickered out and stayed out. Then, they moved into the kitchen and started doing a jigsaw puzzle by light of a camping lantern, paws grazing along one another every now and then and bare footpads touching... and Anthony almost wanted to stay up longer just to see where the night would bring them. However, the pressure of sleep started to press on his eyes, and he did have to be home fairly early tomorrow, so after piecing the outer edge pieces of the puzzle together, he stood up, stretched his arms over his head, and let Darrell know he was heading off to bed.

The German shepherd nodded, stood up, drew him into a warm hug... and then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his speedo and tugged it halfway down, bringing Anthony's shaft into full view. Of course the rabbit turned to the side, blushing hotly, and rushed to cover himself back up, but Darrell only laughed about it:

"Sorry! Sorry. I couldn't help myself. Seriously, though, you might want to sleep naked instead of keeping that thing on longer - it looks more than kind of tight on you, and I'm sure neither of us want to cut off your blood circulation. Right? Now, here, let me give you a kiss - and I'll see you in the morning, dear..."

Except, it wasn't that simple. The storm had retreated a bit, leaving the rain to drum on the roof and windows with any instance of thunder sounding muted, dulled, far-off. Anthony lay down on the same fabric couch on which the two had eaten their dinner, a single thick blanket pulled up over him... but, within twenty minutes of lying down had found his speedo to be too tight, and managed to shimmy it off his legs and to the ground. Then, some time later while his mind had wandered off into some odd place, he drifted off-

-and then woke up what felt like soon after, if not for the clear blue sky and gentle sunlight filtering in through the windows. He squirmed, rolled onto his side, and yawned... he'd been having _quite_the interesting dream, its effects still apparent between his legs. Hell, it took him a few seconds to realize that, at some point during the night, the blanket had slipped off of him, leaving him naked and on display on the couch.

Still half-asleep, he reached down, closed his paw around his hard cock, gave it a soft squeeze and a stroke, and perked an ear... no noise came from anywhere else in the house, other than the quiet hum of the air conditioning. Maybe he could take some time to himself, to relax. That is, if he didn't fall back asleep first...

...and the rabbit dream of someone dragging their tongue up along the underside of his length again and again, making him buck his hips forward and grind against their muzzle. He swallowed and breathed a light moan as the broad, smooth tongue traced up his cock, bringing him closer and closer, just like - just like the previous day, when it had been... had been Pogo licking at him...

Anthony jerked awake, heart pounding in his chest and suddenly feeling very self-conscious for lying here, naked, with morning wood twitching in the sunlight. When he reached to pull the blanket back up, though, there was another smooth, moist touch along his cock, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a feral dog's lips moving in the lick - and sure enough, when he looked down he was greeted by the same smooth brown eyes and eager muzzle of Darrell's dog.

"God!"

Startled by such a realization - that dream may have started out as just that, but it was clear to him now that the same thing had been happening outside of it: he couldn't tell whether it was a strand of slick saliva or pre that hung between the end of his cock and his bellyfur - the rabbit lost his balance while still reaching over and _thump_ed onto the tile floor. He tried scrambling back up, but with paws and feet now trying to find traction on the blanket with smooth tile underneath, only ended up flailing around and losing his balance again and again.

Pogo took his chance, though. Anthony had managed to turn himself around and now lifted himself up, but didn't think about his positioning - with his rear facing towards the feral dog behind him. Just how he first felt the dog's rough nose against his cock the previous day, now he felt that nose press up under his little cotton-puff tail, soon to be followed by that lapping tongue, causing him to scramble and lose his balance yet again.

Pogo took a step forward, placing his front paw firmly against the rabbit's thigh as he continued to lick at him, broad tongue dragging along the ridged pucker of his tailhole. Again just like yesterday, the worst part of it was that it felt good - sweet warmth, delicious wetness, and the slight bit of pressure pushing in at him, making him wriggle and - and press back, accidentally of course, while still trying to pull himself up.

He could hear the noises of the feral licking at his tailhole, the wet, periodic lapping each time he brought his tongue back into his maw, only to let it back out and drag it up along the rabbit's rump again. It also didn't help that he'd woken up aroused; that just made the whole thing feel even better. Darrell had mentioned one time in the past that he'd never gotten Pogo fixed, and the dog also seemed to almost always want to "go at it" - but Anthony hadn't expected something like this.

One paw on the cushions of the couch beside him, one paw on the surface of the table on his other side, the rabbit finally managed to stop sliding even with the feral dog's nose and tongue under his tail pushing him forward, and tugged himself up a ways. Maybe as a result, his change in position caused Pogo to cease licking at him, and Anthony took the moment to relax and catch his breath-

-right before the dog's full weight pressed down on his back, front legs over his shoulders and rear paws digging into the flesh of his thigh. He would have shouted out, were he not terrified of what Darrell would say if he saw this. He could feel the motions of Pogo's hips thrusting forward again and again, fast and hard - could feel the firm warmth of his sheath against his rump, the way the supple skin pulled back with his thrusts as he tried to find his goal - and then could feel the slick, intense heat of the feral's cock against his tailhole.

With Pogo's body weighing down on top of him, he could do nothing - nothing but bite back a tense grunt as the tapered end of the feral's cock shoved its way into him, already stretching his tailhole a bit. Thankful as he was for the dog's saliva, in some weird way, it could only help so much: the smoothness of Pogo's entry quickly cut off, especially as his shaft slid further and further out of his sheath with the force of his thrusts. Anthony could just barely feel the kiss of the dog's sheath against the pucker of his tailhole, warm and wet and slick - but, mostly, there was just the pain and discomfort of being penetrated so quickly, accompanied by the faint pulsing pleasure of it.

It was either not too painful, or just pleasurable enough, for his own cock to remain hard and throbbing between his legs under each forceful thrust into him, stretching him a little further, plunging the feral's contoured shaft a little deeper into him. After the tapered point of the first half-inch or so, it suddenly widened out into a blunt end; then from there it thinned a little, to about the same size as the _last_cock Anthony had taken; but then it swelled out again, and beyond there was another slight change in width, until the fat bulge of Pogo's knot started to press against his tailhole too.

His rump felt like it was on fire, but still, each thrust deep into him caused him to clench around the feral's cock, pulsing as it emptied jet after jet of runny pre into him, and made him throb and pant. Now Anthony found himself caught between wanting Darrell to remain asleep so he wouldn't be caught in this predicament, and wishing that he'd walk through the open door on the other side of the room so he could save him - because Pogo clearly had no inclination to stop or slow down. Whenever the feral's foot lost traction on the back of Anthony's leg, the dog readjusted his position and picked his pace back up.

Strong, bony legs pressing down on his back, feral dog's paws curled around his shoulders, muzzle beside his and whiskers tickling at his cheek, thick cock pistoning in and out of him and full, heavy sack occasionally slapping against his own from behind... when Anthony came over, he'd half-expected to end up getting pounded anyway. However, he had not expected the pet dog to be the one to do it. If Darrell was half as energetic as Pogo...

The sharp pain at the rim of his tailhole had gradually turned to the intense heat of a thorough breeding, and with it still came the pulses of deep electric pleasure through his body, even as he still weakly tried to resist. Pogo squeezed tightly down on him, maw hanging open as he panted; all Anthony could breathe whenever he turned his head that way was hot, stuffy feral dog breath, only reminding him more strongly of just who - what - it was that pounded into him. Wet dog, one of his wolf friends had commented to him after a similar experience, you reek of wet dog, Tony. Hot wet dog.

He couldn't tell if the odd warmth he felt deep under his tail was because of the volume that the feral had already unloaded into him, or the result of having the shepherd's thick cock so deep in him - but, he didn't really have time to figure it out, either. Pogo's grip had tightened on his shoulders, and now the feral's thrusts carried even more force than before, more urgency.

Anthony couldn't keep down the yelp this time. First once, then twice, and a third time in trying to squeeze into his tight tailhole - and finally, Pogo's knot slid into him and locked tight, sending both a ripple of sharp pain through him as well as another burst of sweet pleasure as the increased depth and girth pressed against the rabbit in _just_the right place, resulting in a stream of clear pre to drip down along the underside of his cock beneath him. Another two tugs as Pogo dismounted and turned around, still knotted under the rabbit's tail - and Anthony arched his back, sucked in a breath, and let out a shuddering moan, shooting his own load out across the blanket and tiled floor underneath him.

And then, just as the last of the shivering pleasure of his forced orgasm faded from his abdomen, the clicking of clawed feet could be heard on the other side of the room. Still exhausted, Anthony squirmed beside the dog, trying to tug himself free - which only resulted in a more powerful wave of mixed pleasure and pain to ripple through him, _and_through Pogo as well, based on the dog's reaction. Not only could he feel the heat of his own orgasm in his body, but he could feel the warmth of Pogo's as well, trickling down the back of his sack and down onto the floor underneath him. Nothing he could do would undo the feral's tie.

So, instead of trying, the rabbit just closed his eyes, sighed, and thumped his forehead down against the tile floor.

"Oh, Jesus - what've we got here?... Anthony, are you-"

"Shh," he managed. It felt like his cheeks were about to ignite. "Shut up."

Silence for a moment... and then a soft chuckle. "Well, Tony, if you'd wanted a knot under that cute tail of yours... well, I think we've been dating long enough to warrant that - if you'd just asked..."

"How long am I gonna be here?"

"What?" A shadow crossed the tile; Darrell knelt down in front of him. A moment later, Anthony felt his warm paw rubbing behind his large ears. "Tied to my pet dog? Well, I dunno, I've never done anything with him... probably... I dunno, at least twenty minutes? Good thing, too - I was just meaning to watch some TV, and I need a foot rest..."

Anthony lifted his head. "Darrell!"

"Kidding, kidding. However..." The German shepherd in front of him lowered himself down into a sitting position, legs crossed. Then, he reached forward, took the rabbit's muzzle in his paws, leaned in... "I am_going to stay here with you, though. I'm a little jealous, to tell the truth. _I_always wanted to be the one to see how deep I can get under your tail - and then I find out that my _pet dog beat me to it..."

A light kiss to the nose first, and then the lips - and Anthony almost forgot about the other German shepherd tied to him, were it not for the slight tug and jolt of tight pain.

"You said you have to be home early today, right? How about we wait for... this... to resolve itself, and then I'll make us some breakfast and take you home?"

Anthony swallowed again. "I- I mean..." He met Darrell's eyes for a moment, then looked away. "I don't have to be home early... if you wanna... I dunno, spend some... extra time together..."

"Getting to know each other better?"

"...Yeah."

Bright smile, perked ears. "I'd love to."