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Ding-dong.

The hyena pulled himself up off the couch, stretched his arms over his head, gave voice to a wide yawn, and then finally started over towards the front door. That must be Brendan, here with his pet dog; the hyena had been approached and asked if he was free this weekend, as Brendan and his girlfriend had planned to go out-of-town and needed someone to watch their dog.

Thunk of the deadbolt, _click_of the lock - and the hyena opened the door to see just those three. Light brown-eyed otter Brendan with one paw hefting a large bag and the other around his slim, smiling girlfriend's waist, and then that dog of theirs between them, a rather large (and very intact, the hyena had noticed in the past) feral husky.

"Lucas! I was hoping you'd be awake."

"Hey, dude - come in, come in..." Lucas, the hyena, stepped to the side. Brendan looked like he was doing well; the two of them had shared a few classes in college, back before the otter had dropped out. 'I landed a nice job,' Lucas could remember being told... and, given Brendan's clean clothes, well-groomed fur, new shoes, and new car sitting out by the driveway, it looked like he was doing pretty well for himself. "Probably can't stay for long, huh?"

"Nah, nah. I mean, we could, but that'd throw off our schedule - we're supposed to make it to Langdon by midnight-" Right now, the sun shone brightly outside in early afternoon. "-and then from there hop on over to my brother's place. I'd like to bring him along - God knows my brother would like that, too - but we just don't have room this time, and besides, it's a quick visit, anyway. Big guy isn't particularly fond of travelling."

As if knowing that he was the subject of conversation, the big husky barked, taking Lucas by surprise. He knelt down and ruffled the dog's headfur - and received a firm nuzzle upward against his paw in return. "Doesn't seem too bothered by the ride over here."

Brendan adjusted his grip on the bag. "Probably recognized where we were going. He's a lot smarter than we give 'im credit for. This'll be the... what, third time he's stayed with you? Thanks, by the way. It's a real help."

"Oh, yeah, no problem... c'mere, Kahlo..." Lucas took the dog's leash from Brendan's girlfriend and led him further into the house. Last time he'd watched the husky, Kahlo had spent most of his time lounging on the couch in front of the TV, either on his side or on his back - which had been how Lucas had learned that he still had a very full sack between his legs. Interesting of Brendan to not get his dog fixed, but hey, that was his choice.

Lucas wasn't complaining.

"Okay..." This time, it was the otter's girlfriend who spoke. She had a nice, even voice, quiet but still noticeable. "I _think_everything's in the bag. Right? Food, some treats, his favorite toys... yeah, he's an adult, but at times you'd think he's just a big puppy. I guess he kind of is. Aren't you, boy? Huh?" She knelt down, and the dog quickly bounded over to her and licked at her face, tail wagging. "Aren't you? Yes you are..."

Brendan looked through the bag as he brought it towards Lucas. "His special food bowl... you know, he won't eat without that... his walking leash, his blanket. You know he's house-trained, and too big for his crate, anyway. He won't pee on anything indoors." The otter's ears flicked. "Well. Unless you tell him to, apparently. My brother figured that one out..."

Lucas took the bag with a smile, and then reached out to pet Kahlo when the dog came back over to him. A slightly-wet nose pressed first against his palm, and then against his knee, then his inner thigh, and then the fly of his pants, where it remained for a moment. He tried to ignore it.

"Anyway, we should probably be going. Thanks again, man." Brendan started towards the door, but turned around before he reached it. "I already paid you, right?"

"Indeed you did." Lucas did not mention how he had already spent most of that money. "You two have fun, alright? And say hi to your brother for me, will ya?"

"Yeah. See you, Lucas."

Brendan's girlfriend waved as she closed the door behind her. "Bye!"

...and then the hyena was left alone once more with this big feral husky, wagging his tail and sniffing at him. Brendan had left the bag near his foot; when Lucas nudged it, it felt a lot heavier than last time. Those two must really want their dog to be well-taken care of this time.

Well, Lucas thought, strengthening his grip on Kahlo's leash to bring him into the other room. They can count on me! I'll be a better dogsitter than before! This time, they'll want to pay me extra!

Just as he had kept quiet today about how he'd already spent his payment, last time he had to watch Kahlo - when Brendan had to go to some obscure convention for people deeply involved in his line of work, whatever it might be - the hyena had kept his mouth shut about how the dog had humped first the leg of his couch, and then his own leg, and then him... he had been clothed at the time, and the odd sensation of warm, runny moisture spurting out against the seat of his pants and up his shirt from behind had grossed him out a little bit at the time, but when he managed to squirm out from underneath the dog and stand up, he had to readjust his pants a little, on account of them having gotten a little tighter. So _that_gave him something to think about, and now... well, his heart had picked up a little when Brendan had sent him the text asking if he could offer his services again.

To put it simply, in the time between then_and _now, Lucas had figured out a few interesting things about himself, aided by some particular internet searches and more than a few videos watched. He led Kahlo into the tiled kitchen, bringing his bag with him.

"So..." the hyena said, trying to give himself something else to think of. However, when he knelt down to remove the dog's collar, he couldn't help but look forward around his smooth-furred body, at the curve of his hind leg, and the fair-sized sheath and heavy sack hanging there, bobbing back and forth with the beast's breathing... but then, a sudden pain jolted through Lucas's finger, and he jumped. The clip of the leash had closed on his paw. "Fuck - ah... lookin' forward to this weekend? Huh, Kahlo?"

Unique name for a dog, but it was a good one. Lucas had never been told the full story behind it, and some of the parts that he had been told, he'd subsequently forgotten. The hyena reached over to the bag, opened it, and brought out a mostly-empty bag of the dog's food along with his bowl. Red plastic, with burgundy lettering across the front - Frida. Lucas could remember that that had been the name of Kahlo's sister, but just what had happened to her, Brendan had never told.

Kahlo continued to sniff at Lucas as he set his things up, even after standing back up. Put the dish out but keep the food up on a shelf; keep both of the leashes together so he doesn't lose one (or both); get the toys out, try to distract the dog with each of them, all of which failed; lay his blanket out over his spot on the couch... and on his way back into the living room, the hyena's angular ears perked up suddenly. Maybe Kahlo was so enticed with his scent this time because - because maybe he could _smell_his change in interest?

Or was that silly? Lucas remained where he stood, watching the big husky pad around the room, rub against his legs, sniff at his bare feet and then his legs again... when the hyena moved to sit back down on the couch, however, Kahlo came running back up and nearly knocked him over. He had to reach out and plant his paws on the edge of the table, ending up in him bumping his shin against the edge - and apparently inviting the feral to stick that curious nose of his up underneath Lucas's tail.

As quickly as he'd bent over, and trying to ignore the sharp, throbbing pain along his leg, the hyena straightened up and started back into the kitchen. "What's your problem, dog?" he said, trying to put some manner of authority into his voice. "Huh? Didn't your owner tell you _not_to stick your nose into places like that? You could - embarrass someone, or - or-"

-or turn them on-

Clicking of clawed paws on the tiled floor. Lucas stopped, sighed, and turned around; Kahlo stood a bit of a ways behind him, and started wagging his tail when he realized he was being looked at.

"I'm gonna take you on a-"

Kahlo barked!

Even with his heart beating in his chest and this odd mix of annoyance and arousal at the back of his mind (and the front of his pants), Lucas couldn't help but smile. He swiped the other leash from where he'd left it. "Yes. A walk. Come here, big guy."

...Big indeed. The husky excitedly trotted in front of him once they had made it outside, and no matter how much Lucas tried to look elsewhere, his eyes always resolutely came back to the dog's rear. Curled tail always lifted up, bobbing with his movements, with his dark pucker on display - and then, below that, the wrinkled and slightly-rough skin of his sack, hanging down between his hind legs and, just like his tail above, swaying with each step. Occasionally Kahlo would stop to sniff at something, at the base of a lamppost or at a fire hydrant or something, and - with his body turned, Lucas could see just the end of his sheath, soft-furred and rounded with a small bit of moist pink flesh peeking out from the tip.

One of his reasons for taking Kahlo on a walk was supposed to be so he could put his mind off the subject. See how well that went - it felt almost as if the husky knew what he was doing, as if he desired for Lucas to do something.

So, after walking the neighborhood for a bit, Lucas decided that he would do something. He'd lead Kahlo over to the nearby park, sit down on one of the benches there, and ignore him, until the dog understood that the only petting he would receive would be on his back.

Also in part so that Lucas could reassure himself that he could resist the temptation. After all, it just felt wrong, the thought of making a sexual move on a friend's dog... Brendan trusted him. Besides, Lucas could just stick with what he'd had so far: pictures, videos, stories online. That was fine. That would work perfectly.

Except, of course, for how no sooner had he sat down on a bench a handful of minutes later, had Kahlo pressed that muzzle of his directly up between the hyena's legs. Today he wore a pair of gym shorts and boxers underneath, so not only was he sure that Kahlo could _very_well pick up his scent, but the hyena could also feel all of the dog's breaths, each hot exhalation over his own sheath. He repeatedly try to push him away, and Kahlo repeatedly returned to press his nose even more firmly against him.

The pressure, the sensation, the knowledge_of all this... Lucas glanced first to one side and then the other, and saw off in the distance a small group of people. They were too far to really notice anything, and even if they _did... well, it's not like he was making_Kahlo do this. He rested his paw on the back of the dog's head and rubbed there. _Maybe, he thought, it'll be better to let him do what he wants, let him smell me, and then he'll stop...

Swallowing down his nervousness, the hyena lifted his hips up a little, against the feral's nose. He could feel it twitch, could feel Kahlo press against him, sniff at his sheath - as well as the part of the hyena's cock that had begun to slip out of that sheath, coaxed on by the warmth and attention. Admittedly, it did feel nice, and the taboo of the whole thing gave him these sweet, nervous jitters - which turned into a startled jump, then, when the feral moved his head back and shoved his muzzle up one of Lucas's pants legs.

A hot puff of breath against his bare upper thigh - then a nose against his fur - and then a tongue, long and broad and flat, dragging up along the side of his sheath. Not like any other tongue he'd felt before, and when it ran over the revealed flesh of his shaft, he couldn't help but breathe out a tight moan and again lift his hips up. Apparently intrigued by the scent and taste, Kahlo continued to lick at him, readjusting his position on the ground in front of the bench and pushing his muzzle in deeper, so that he could get his tongue over every inch of the hyena. Lucas swallowed, let his paw fall away from Kahlo's head, leaned back... warm, moist dog tongue caressing his sack from the side, digging against his sheath and pulling his cock out even further, dragging up along the slick flesh of his shaft.

As his arousal grew, his reluctance faded. Lucas held the leg of his shorts open to easier allow the dog's muzzle in, and Kahlo took the opportunity. No doubt the feral enjoyed having his nose in such a space, where warmth and musk and scent always swirled around with each little movement - and, of course, Lucas enjoyed it, too. He licked his lips, swallowed, lifted his hips up a little more, and then slid his other paw down underneath the waistband of his shorts and boxers, keeping one eye on that group off in the distance.

Things quickly started to get a little... tight, though, especially as the hyena started to be able to feel the bulge of his unswollen knot stretching out the supple skin of his sheath. And, besides, there was no room for him to stroke himself while Kahlo licked at him... so, after gathering his courage for a few seconds, he gently pushed the feral's muzzle out of his pants, gripped the waistband of his shorts and underwear in his other paw, and - and tugged them down, bringing his sack and hard cock into the open air.

Early afternoon; were anyone to walk by or start coming this way from the clear other side of the park, they would probably be able to see what was going on on this particular bench. So I better make this quick, Lucas said to himself; with his thumb he tilted his cock towards Kahlo again, and the dog got right back to work, dragging that sweet smooth tongue of his up along the presented underside again and again. With each lick, it felt like it - like it stuck a little: it pressed against his cock first, and then tugged upwards, leaving a kind of dry moisture on his shaft that just made him - shiver all over, that made him throb and quicken the pace of his paw.

Lucas stroked himself while Kahlo licked him, and he intentionally kept the dog's muzzle at the base of his cock, near the slick lip of his sheath and the swell of his knot that had just barely started to show. That was where that damn tongue felt the best, where it caused him to jerk his hips forward and swallow down breath after sweet breath... and, occasionally, Kahlo tilted his muzzle down and pressed his nose against the hyena's sack and base of his sheath, which was a different feeling all its own.

He was so worked up, even with how he'd just gotten off maybe half an hour before Brendan arrived to drop his dog off... Lucas had gotten a little excited about the weekend ahead of him, and as such, had navigated to his newfound favorite website since the otter's last visit. A few videos, several pictures saved, and maybe thirty minutes later, Lucas had to lean back in his chair and quickly tug his shirt up so as not to get any stains there - and yet here he was now, already able to feel the approaching heat of climax. Never before had he felt a feral dog's tongue on his length, and now that he had, he could see why those videos he found tended to be mere minutes in length.

Not wanting to finish up quite yet, again the hyena pushed the feral's muzzle away, but this time turned to the side and patted the spot on the bench beside him. "Here, Kahlo. C'mon, boy. I think you deserve a bit of a special treat."

Recognizing either the action or the tone of voice, the husky wagged his tail a little faster than it already went, and briefly readjusted his position so he could jump up onto the bench. At this height, Lucas could either bury his muzzle directly into the soft scruff of the feral's neck... or lean down a little and get a more-than-perfect view of the the dog's equipment. After standing there for a bit, tongue hanging out of his mouth, Kahlo lowered his rump and sat down on the bench, tail still wagging. With him sitting like that, his sack pressed slightly against the surface of the bench, and his sheath rolled back a little to yet again show the glistening red flesh of the end of his cock.

Once more keeping his eyes on the group of people across the park - they had started walking the other direction - Lucas reached over, pressed his fingers first into the warm fur of the dog's belly, and from there moved his paw down. Since he wasn't looking at the time, his first touch of the dog's sheath startled him a little: immensely warm, short- but soft-furred, skin supple, easy to move... and then, the lip of that sheath opened around the first inch of Kahlo's cock... moist, slick and slightly sticky, also warm. Going by what he'd seen in all those videos, the hyena continued moving his paw down, and gently grasped along the dog's sheath, close to where it met his sack.

And, almost instantly, Kahlo lifted back up a little and started humping forward into the hyena's paw, again and again and again. With the feral so close, Lucas could feel his hot panting against his muzzle and tickling his whiskers... and, as the dog quickly got himself out to his full length, he started to be able to smell him, too. It was a faint scent, hardly noticeable - until he turned his muzzle back to look at the firm red-and-pink veined shaft above his paw. Heavy, musky scent that made his nose twitch, that made his cock throb... he moved his other paw down to it, his pants still tugged down his waist a little. That group of people came back into view on the other side of the park, having briefly disappeared behind a cluster of trees. Lucas felt his heart jump back up into his chest.

The next time he turned his muzzle back to Kahlo, though, with the distant wanting of closing his lips around that twitching dog cock, just for a few seconds to find out what it tasted like - something else shoved its way into his mouth. First it was an accident: seeing his friend's muzzle so close to his own, Kahlo had leaned forward and licked up across the side of the hyena's face, dragging his upper lip up a bit. At first, he recoiled, but after feeling how the dog still thrust forward into his paw - and feeling the jets of warm, runny liquid spurt out against his arm...

Lucas closed his eyes and turned his head more fully to the dog, and received exactly what he had expected. Kahlo licked at his face again, this time full on his lip - and the hyena opened his mouth a little in return, intentionally sliding his tongue out, touching it against the feral's own each time it came back, feeling the odd dragging sensation against the tip and underside of his tongue, just as he'd felt it against these same places on his cock. Just like whenever he did this to another person, no real taste_filled his mouth, other than a faint awareness of his own musk... but, still, _knowing_that he was doing this, knowing that he _intentionally pressed his lips to the feral dog's and slid his tongue out to be licked... again, he quickened the pace of the paw that he stroked himself with, while also tightening his other one around Kahlo's sheath.

The husky had come out to his full length, and now his knot had started to form, too. Lucas tilted his paw so that the base of his wrist pressed against the intense slick heat of that knot, and he gripped and tugged behind the knot, purposely directing the feral's cock to empty his load out over the bench and his own arm and leg. The scent of dog cum had strengthened considerably, now whirling around in the air, adding a bit of flat flavor to each inhalation through his nose... God, he wanted to taste him. But out here in the middle of the park was no place to do that, especially as that group of people grew nearer.

He opened his maw a little further and let Kahlo lick at the roof of his mouth, at the inside of his cheeks, along the surface of his tongue - hell, the feeling just worked him up even further. Spurt after spurt of hot, runny feral cum across the fur of his arm, the wood of the bench, the fabric of his shorts; his other paw moving fast and hard along his own cock; a whole slew of scenarios in his head about all the things he'd do once he got back to the privacy of his home...

...and Lucas lifted up into his paw and shot his own load out over his chest in a few spurts of his own, each one a little less powerful than the one before it, until his seed dribbled out into his pubic fur. Without any time to enjoy the warmth following his orgasm, though, he quickly hid his cock under the elastic of the waistband of his shorts, and stood up to start walking the other direction... which wasn't particularly the best of plans. Having only two paws, both of which squeezed tightly around a knotted cock, he couldn't move his shirt out of the way of his load, and his still-hard cock showed obviously under the loose fabric of his shorts.

Not only that, but he could still pick up the faint taste of Kahlo's slick saliva on his tongue and lips, and that kept him hard for a while, too. It was odd, though; before, the dog had walked in front of him, and now, Lucas had to tug on his leash and pull him along behind him. One time, it felt like Kahlo was intentionally tugging back - so Lucas turned around, prepared to say something to the dog, and then forgot those words.

The husky had sat down, lifted one leg into the air, and now licked his cock back into his sheath, the bulge of his knot receding underneath his sheath. Afterwards, the feral looked up at Lucas, licked his chops, and wagged his tail.

The hyena knew very well where he was going to stick his muzzle once they got home.