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Locker Room Dogs 1.5 - Cross Country Prelude

Slamming my side of the door closed, I started to stretch. I wriggled my fingers, watching as the toned muscles moved underneath my skin. In my mind's eye, I was picturing the padding and claws on my fingers, the white fur on my arms soaking up the surprisingly warm spring morning sun. My cock started to harden in my pants.

"Cool it, Rocket," Hunter remarked, coming up behind me to grope at my ass. "You'll need to save that energy for later." His hand lifted higher, tugging on my singlet.

I moaned, the coarse feeling of my harness against my skin should have been off-putting, but it just made feel more aroused. That's not really saying much: these days I'm just rapacious, if it's sex, exercising, or the food needed to help me keep up with the first two.

Thankfully I was able to sate the first hunger fairly often. Not long after my "initiation", I moved in with Hunter and Rex. It was weird - wrong - seeing their "real" names on mail, or used when family or friends called. Then again, lately it's been weird seeing my real name on things. The old me and the new me felt like totally different people. I wondered if the other two felt the same.

Well, I'd decided. Hunter was Hunter, Rex was Rex, and I was Rocket: that's who we really were from now on.

"Are you ready?" Hunter called out, his gorgeous, toned legs bulging with muscle. "Rex is waiting."

I grinned, feeling my pants start to strain at the thought. Rex didn't like to join us for these runs: he was more of a city dog, and both Hunter and I loved going for a run along some of the less busy country roads in the area. As "punishment", he had to get ready to be spit-roasted by two pent-up pups who got up early and drove out, eager to come home and have our "breakfast treat" for being good dogs.

After giving Hunter the thumbs-up, I set the timer on my watch, bounding quickly after Hunter. Racing together was enjoyable: we weren't competing, but it was nice to have company. We moved quickly: being pent-up helped to keep us motivated, and the faster we were done with the run, the sooner we could get some release.

It didn't take long before our bodies were sweating: that was the hardest part, since all I wanted to do was shove my nose into Hunter's butt, or his crotch, and smell his amazing, manly scent. Sometimes I pulled myself back, just to keep my nose downwind of him. I tried to be subtle about it, though; I didn't want him figuring out what I was doing. We both couldn't be down-wind of each other, and it had been my idea first.

Hunter and I had a few short routes - about half an hour or so - for during the week if we wanted to get out for a while. But this was the weekend, so we picked one from our roster of routes that would take us a couple of hours, leaving us panting and ready to explode by the time we got home. Somehow, we managed to have enough energy for a three-way afterwards,

The countryside was also wonderful to be in: clean air felt better to my more sensitive nose, and the privacy gave us the freedom to chat without the risk of being overheard. One of the routes on our roster - saved for when Rex was out of town - was special: it cut through a forest that was deserted during the early hours we went out. Those times, we didn't wait until we got home to "let the dogs out". Sometimes we even ran part of the way in our canine bodies. Sometimes we took turns, actually using our collars for their intended purpose.

This wasn't one of those times, though: this route passed in front of a lot of farmhouses. We were kinky, sex-crazed animals, but we weren't stupid about it. Today was collar-only at most, something that could be quickly removed if anyone was standing around. I wore my harness underneath my singlet, which hid it well. However, it meant that I couldn't take off my singlet the way Hunter did, the material tugging taut over his muscular body, the smooth, firm contours of the body I was intimately familiar with glistening in the sun as he tucked it into his backside, like an ersatz tail.

No wonder I nearly ran into the quad bike.

"Hey, watch it!" warned a voice. I immediately stepped back as mud splattered across my leg.

"Sorry," I quickly apologised, watching as an oblivious Hunter disappeared over the hill. "I was trying to catch up with my friend, and -"

Damn, he was gorgeous.

The guy astride the quad bike wasn't what I would have expected of a farm boy: he was lanky and wasn't square-jawed, and he even wore glasses. All the same, you could tell that beneath his hoodie was a nice, healthy flexible young body. The rolled-up sleeves suggested as much, or rather the arms poking out and clad in tight-fitting plaid. His face looked pretty good too: the glasses suited his face, framing his chocolatey eyes and giving them an enticing sparkle.

"... I said you should watch where you're going." I suddenly realised I was being chided. "There's stock trucks and all sorts of things travelling along these roads sometimes." His voice was slightly high-pitched; probably strained from the shock.

"That's swe-" I quickly caught myself. It was hard - I was hard - but I had to be careful. Well, even more careful.

But boy, did I want him badly.

Trying to pull myself together, I responded, "Thanks. I'll be more careful in future, I promise."

"Okay," he stammered, looking slightly awkward as I eyed him up. He revved the bike, which I took as my cue to fuck off.

"See you around, I guess," I promised.

I ran a little way up the road, imagining I could feel his eyes on me. I turned to look as he hopped back on the bike after, I guess, picking up the mail from the mailbox, and drove it home.

Hunter had his hands on his hips when I finally met him as he was heading back. I bit my lip, forgetting my encounter for a moment. Whenever Hunter stood still, it seemed like he naturally fell into a pose that, if I saw the image online, I'd save for later. His sweat accentuated his skin, giving him a healthy glow as he stood framed by the green of nature. "What kept you?" he asked, a mixture of annoyance and concern. That was fair enough: I wasn't the only one feeling horny right about now.

One thing we all agreed to, and which felt natural to do anyway, was not to keep secrets about our feelings for one another: while we technically had an open relationship, our dog-ness kept us from really utilising it outside of our pack of three, so we really didn't have much of an option if we wanted to really confide in people. "I just ran into a cute farmboy. Well, he almost ran into me." I quickly described my encounter in more detail.

Hunter grinned, groping at me, "Sounds like he's got someone all riled up."

The run back was agonising. Physically, it was fine. My legs kept up the pace, although I slowed down as we ran past the farm, hoping I'd see him again. Mentally, however, was a different story. The whole time I was thinking of all of the dirty things I could coax my mysterious farmboy into doing. I used to be a shy guy, so I know how fucking kinky they could be if they were unleashed in the right circumstances.

My cock waggled about before me, like it couldn't decide if it wanted to be hard or not. It escaped the confines of my boxers, the tip sliding up along the mesh inner lining of my pants. Farmboy was constantly in my thoughts: I'd started wondering what kind of dog he'd become, and how cute he'd look in a collar, fur and nothing else. It felt unfair, like a child being shown a toy but being unable to play with it.

Once we got back to the car, I pulled off my singlet and had Hunter unfasten my harness. Just having him near me, especially covered in post-run muskiness, got me completely hard almost instantaneously. I got into the car, wriggling out of my pants and boxers as I sat in the passenger seat. Hunter was a careful driver, and nobody important was going to see my nakedness that would find it strange.

Resting my head against the window, I looked out at the window, wondering where Farmboy's farm was in relation to where we were. I was so caught up I didn't notice Hunter had got in beside me until I felt his hand around my erection.

"Wait," he joked, "this car isn't a stick shift..." I grinned back, and we kissed a little: we didn't dare do it long, and Hunter started up the car. While he drove, I tried to look forward to the fun we'd be having for the rest of the day, but my mind stubbornly stuck on Farmboy.

When I sighed, Hunter guessed, "Thinking about that cute guy you saw, huh?"

"Yeah," I admitted, toying with the pre-cum drip on the end of my dick as I looked out the window.

"You want to turn him into one of us," Hunter stated. "Oh, don't worry, I can tell. I've had that feeling plenty of times, I'm familiar with that particular look."

"How did you know?" I asked, "I mean, for Rex and me."

"Just smell the dog in them," advised Hunter. "If it's there, then you'll know." To serve as a distraction, Hunter had me call Rex. "Let's get him all hot and ready to go when we get in, you could definitely use the distraction."

"'Yello?" Rex answered not long after I called. "You guys on your way home? I got 'breakfast' waiting for ya." I heard a meaty smack on the phone: my mind could only imagine which part of Rex's body had made that sound.

"Got your collar on?" I asked.

"Mmhmm!" Rex grunted.

"Good boy, Rex!" I whispered down the phone, waiting until we reached a red light. Immediately, I felt a twinge of arousal pulse through me. Hunter felt it, too: I could see the outline of his cock thickening under the fabric of his pants.

Across the phone line, I heard Rex whimper. The phone must have dropped out of his hands, and I hung up, grinning over at Hunter. We laughed, but I'm pretty sure we both felt aroused thinking about Rex's forced transformation too. Still, my mind went back to Farmboy: supposedly, they grow them big down on the farm, and I was curious to know where that was the case.

Hunter worked in finance, and with his massive income had bought a nice place outside the city. That meant dog-man sex under the stars, by the pool, or anywhere, howling as loud as we wanted. It also meant that me getting out of the car buck-naked wasn't a huge problem. Putting my harness back on in preparation for today's fun, my hands lingered over my athletic body. Ever since my transformation, my physique had improved. Now both human-me and dog-me were toned: nice round pectorals, a six-pack and the contours of some of the muscles in my arms and legs easy to follow.

It was really easy to stay motivated in this pack, and I had some great gym memories to entice me.

"Rocket," Hunter whispered into my ear, coming up behind me to grope at my warm pectorals, his bulge pressing up against my butt in an encouraging way. "Speak."

"Hunter, fetch!" I moaned, trying to hold the dog-man in me inside enough to get the words out. I let out a howl as I bounded up the front steps, fur beginning to bristle out in a wave of tingly pinpricks.

Hearing Hunter's pleasure behind me, I sniffed the air, my muzzle pushing out to help me figure out where Rex had hidden himself. Hunter grinned at me, black flecks of skin appearing around his nose, golden waves of short fur shimmering as we ran past each other.

I always liked this game: one of us - this time, as usual after our runs, it was Rex - got to be the "prize". Whoever found where the "prize" was first got to pick which hole they wanted. Even though I didn't always win, or the "prize", it didn't matter: fun was fun.

Changes rippled over my body as I hunted systematically around the bottom floor. Transforming into my dog-man self never seemed quite as long as the first time: either that, or I just wanted it more. I searched, trying to keep away from Hunter, but also staying alert to his presence. The two of us had played this game often enough that, once my proper nose and ears had grown in, I could tell whether he was on the trail or still fumbling around. If he found a clue first, I wanted to be hot on his heels.

Feeling my ears elongate, I put them to use sifting through the sounds of snuffling and moaning. Rex, I deduced, has a pillow wedged into his muzzle to keep himself from moaning too loudly. I'd gotten used to Rex's noises, and knew he'd been fully transformed since the call. That wasn't too surprising, since he was as pent up as either Hunter and me.

Dropping to all floors on fuzzy, but still mostly human, hands, I sniffed at a suspiciously sticky substance forming a smear on the kitchen tiles. I knew this smell quite well, and the dropped phone beside it only confirmed my suspicions. By the time I pressed up, I could already feel the bouncy padding puffing out my flesh, the nub of my brilliant, fluffy tail wagging as it stretched from my body.

I'd got the scent.

I bared my sharpening teeth slightly, noticing the tell-tale streak of Hunter's hot, golden body dashing for the same stairs I'd aimed for. Either he had noticed me moving, or he found some other clue that Rex is upstairs, probably hiding in one of the bedrooms if the muffled moans were anything to go by.

Hunter had the home advantage, but I'd not given up. Our bodies smashed gracelessly into each other, a tangle of bristly bodies tumbling on the stairs. My nose filled with the scent of his erection, and mine strained further. I still didn't know how I ended up with such a massive dog cock when my human one was pretty much average, but I wasn't going to complain about how it turned out. It just made getting transformed just that much more enjoyable for everyone.

Somehow, the pair of us managed to get up the stairs, although we'd both left a trail of sticky pre-cum upstairs. Rex's scent was stronger up here, tracking it becoming easier as our muzzles continued to push out of our changing bodies.

I lucked out: the master bedroom was in the first door, right after the top of the stairs, when I pushed it open, I saw the muscular pit-bull lying on the bed. He'd been wearing his collar, but had also somehow managed to put on one of Hunter's leather dog-masks and get some restraints around his wrists before changing too much to make it trickier to do that to yourself. The black leather of the mask squeezed out - it wasn't designed to go over a real dog's head, after all - and I could hear the zipper running around the mouth crackling as it tried to stay shut.

"I win!" I boasted as Hunter came up behind me.

"Nice, dude!" Hunter grinned, pushing his changing cock up against the bristling fluff of fur dog-me had growing around my ass. His strong arms reached around me, toying with my nipples as he asked, "so, which hole does that huge cock of yours want?"

I licked my lips, feeling their changing texture with my elongated, growing tongue. I didn't want to confess the true answer - Mysterious Shy Farmboy's - especially as that wasn't one of the available options. Instead, I turned around, grabbed his ass, and answered, "Yours."

"I'm not the prize," Hunter pointed out.

"Yeah," I replied, speaking loud enough that I was sure Rex could hear, "but we're bad dogs, and we've got a good dog as our prisoner. All pent up. Nowhere to go. No way to relieve himself of all that energy. He just has to watch."

Rex moaned, squirming on the bed, the mattress groaning as his huge muscles squashed it. I knew he'd get off on this. Although his "real job" was working at the gym, what he enjoyed doing more was being treated like a pet or slave. Most of the chores he did: I'd never lived in a cleaner house, especially considering all the stuff we got up to in it. He had a "normal" bedroom for show in case someone came calling, but the deceptively-large closet in it was where he really slept, in a big dog bed Hunter had bought for him. The dog bowls on the floor in the kitchen were his.

Hunter knew how to pick guys who loved being dogs, but Rex just adored being a faithful, subservient man-beast way more than either of the two of us. I just hoped Farmboy would feel the same, because I was going to go back.

It was his face I saw as I pushed Hunter down onto his knees, my hands wrapping around his furry head as his short, but growing, muzzle stretched around my tingling, expanding cock. As soon as he opened up for me, I thrust all the way in. As fun as having a big dick was, it made getting deep-throated close to impossible, and I was determined to get it slick as soon as possible.

While I fucked his face, my senses bombarded me with information. The way the chafing of my harness diminished as my coat continued to come in, pushing it away from my bare skin. The sound of Rex, the big old bitch, squirming on the bed, tail waggling furiously, muzzle whimpering under the tight binds of leather: if he'd been human, I'd imagine his cock would have been almost as red as it was right now. The feel of Hunter's fur growing under my hands as I thrust my cock forward and pulled his head towards me at the same time. The tingling in my fingers and toes as I wriggled them, claws curling out and pads swelling as my hot blood pounded around my body.

Above it all, though, was my cock, growing in size and changing in shape deep inside Hunter's muzzle. After a while, I got the tap: the small, deliberate touch of one of the others against me that we'd agreed on as a signal that I needed to back off. Huge cocks needed to be handled carefully, since there was the real risk of damage if we played and didn't take enough care. Or in this case a killing of the mood: the damned gag reflex could be a pain sometimes.

I pulled my cock out, the veins already bulging out on the sensitive red skin that ran the length of my dog self's shaft. It was already looking pretty inhuman, and I could almost see the changes happening as the part that gave me my new name reshaped in front of my eyes. Then it was disappearing again, now that Hunter had had time to catch his breath.

Pushing my hand through the harness straps, I rubbed my stomach. Like when I did this for Hunter or Rex - sometimes both at once if we were feeling really naughty, which was most of the time - it sent tingles of excitement running through my skin. It really felt invigorating. I opened my muzzle, tongue lolling out as Hunter coaxed me a little closer to the edge, making sure not to go too far. We'd read each other's bodies often enough that we all could recognise the signs when someone was getting really close, and how far we could be pushed before it went too far.

Cold air hit the length of my dick. Hunter's head slid between my spread legs, his body twisting on the ground, and soon I felt a cold, wet nose pressing up against my behind. I bent over, slowly lowering myself down as I kept my butt raised in the air. A horny dog-man's tongue flicked over the edges of my ring.

The thrashing on the bed became more intense. Rex's cock had stained his short fur damp with pre-cum. His wriggling balls seemed to almost actually turn blue. I could almost hear him begging for release, and not from the bondage he'd put on himself. But I knew he could last just a little bit more - the guy could take a fair amount of punishment this way before he went overboard - so instead of breaking off just then and heading to join him on the bed, instead I howled a little, enjoying the feeling of my paws on the floor and a nice muzzle checking out my rear end.

That was only few a few seconds though. I could feel the fuse starting to burn too short for comfort. We all needed it too keenly now. Hunter made the first move, playfully snapping at my leg before crawling towards the bed. I quickly followed suit, tongue sliding out as I panted to cool myself down and centre myself a little.

Underneath the combined weight of the three of us, the bed complained but we ignored it. Soon we were just a mess of limbs, heads, tails and dicks, thrusting and grinding up against each other as we tried to find some way of relieving ourselves of the hot throbbing attention our cocks were demanding of us. I just closed my eyes and went along with whatever was happening, going where my body took me.

My probing muzzle found a cock. I opened up, and let it slide in, trying my best to keep my fangs out of the way. From a quick taste, I could tell it was Rex's: his rocket quivered with urgency, one you could only get when you wanted to get off but you couldn't do anything about it. Hunter also had a different "flavour" to him as well, which helped to tell them apart when I had my eyes closed or - sometimes, when we didn't feel we were kinky enough - blindfolded.

Hunter's left paw was on my shaft, yanking it underneath me. His other muscular arm wrapped around my body, pulling me over until I was lying on top of Rex, ass in the air. I raised my tail as I heard the muffled clatter of a zip being pulled down. Tips of sharp teeth glanced along the surface of my still-growing dog cock as it slid down into Rex's waiting muzzle. I shifted my legs around a bit, trying to get into a comfortable position I knew we could last in: there wasn't anything worse than really wanting to go at a cock but being unable to breathe. Getting on all fours, as best I could without squashing Rex or having either of our penises out of range, we continued to suck each other off, leaving Hunter free for whatever mischief he had planned for us.

I heard a drawer slide open, and guessed Hunter was looking around for one of the toys. My ears picked up a loud squirt as he lubed up something rather generously. Something firm pressed up against my ass. It wasn't Hunter's dick - it wasn't hot and throbbing enough for that - but whatever toy he was using on me was new. The cheeky bastard pushed it all the way in, my ring relaxing after the first firm nudge against my hole.

Feet creaked the floorboards as Hunter walked around us. I wasn't too sure what his game was, but I was already pretty occupied. Even though Hunter was mesmerising in his hotness, and enjoyed everything we did together, I had a definite soft spot for sucking off Rex. He was gruff and fierce, but once you got to know him, you got to know what a complete softie and tremendous slut he was. He always seemed so needy, so appreciative at getting any attention at all. His cock was almost eager to please as well, especially for certain hungry, keen young pups that he lived with.

Hunter squeaked onto the bed near my head. His hand lingered on my head, giving me a quick pat to bolster my mood - I didn't need it, but definitely appreciated it - then squirmed up close. Furry pectorals wrapped around my head as he pushed closer to us. I figured out what he was after: the other of Rex's hole, the one I as the winner of our earlier "hunt", hadn't claimed.

Suddenly, the thing in my ass started vibrating, sending my insides quivering. I never knew if this was a dog-man thing, or just if I was especially blessed, along with my massive endowment, but I couldn't get enough of having a dick in my ass. This was the next best thing, and my dark nose snorted hot air onto Rex's sack.

I had to stop, letting the pleasure wash over me, unable to do anything. I felt my cock drip a little, the fluid dribbling down Rex's throat as the vibrating toy tantalised my prostate. My head started swimming, almost as like I'd already orgasmed. Clawed fingers sank into the sheets, as I dug in to steady myself. Luckily, Rex had gotten the shabbier sheets ready for our romp. Hunter took the time I spent distracted to slide into Rex. I felt teeth gently digging into my soft shaft as Rex was penetrated, his body bouncing along the bed as Hunter started thrusting in.

Once I'd recovered from the pleasurable distraction, I started sucking again, the vibrator continuing to thrum against my prostate, teasing my pre-cum out of me. Our bodies wriggled and writhed together, cocks slamming down throats and up assholes, lubricating fluids oozing out of us while we fucked like wild animals.

"Fuck you, Hunter," I thought, cursing him as I felt a weakness in my legs. He knew perfectly well what buttons to push to get me going, and had shoved one right up my tail hole in order to get me to cum first. It didn't matter how hungrily I deep-throated Rex, or how much I tried to hold it back. My pre-cum was almost pissing out of me, my knot swelling hard and large as it strained and throbbed with the fast pace of my heart.

I had to let go.

My muffled moans vibrated along Rex's shaft; as I felt my cum speed along the passage from the base of my cock to my red, pointed tip, rubbing up against the back of Rex's throat. My hands clenched on his wide-spread legs in warning, a fraction of a second before my ejaculate flooded his mouth. I felt him swallow hungrily, tongue valiantly trying to control the flow. "Good luck," I thought, the wave of pleasure cresting over me as I enjoyed the moment, just for me. My cum kept pouring, as though the vibrator was making me extra juicy.

Suddenly I was imagining it wasn't a vibrator, but another cock, pulsing in my ass. The face I connected to it was, of course, Farmboy's. I tried to think of all the dogs I'd seen, working on farms. That seemed appropriate, imagining a dog-man with his lithe, hard-worked body, tongue lolling as he worked extra hard to perform an additional "chore".

Rex's cock slammed deep into me. I was still recovering, but Hunter was still raring to go, and Rex was more than happy to go along for the ride. Not even he could take the quantity I produced, tongue forcing me out as I continued to shoot my sticky, creamy fluids across his hairy chest. Wanting to keep feeling carried away, I started to thrust, unable to stop until my cock ached and my balls had been drained.

Below me, I hear Rex moan. His knot pushed past my front teeth, my lips wrapping around them to squeeze tight, to help get my cuddly teddy bear's cock to start filling me up. Muscles twitched up his legs, slapping against the sides of my snout. My tongue started lapping furiously: Rex really liked it when you gave him a lot of friction, and I wanted him to feel fully satisfied after he came.

Rex did just that a few moments later. I drank up, lifting my head up, hands squeezing on his knot as it pumped out hot, continual lines of his musky fluids. With my position and Rex's cock being much more mouth-friendly than mine, I enjoyed straddling him, letting him squirt his hot loads into me, my mouth only too happy to take it away. I rolled off, continuing to squeeze, but on his side I could allow him to breathe a little easier. It also made it easier for me to get out of the way of the golden retriever pounding up against his ass.

Using the opportunity, I tugged slowly on the large rubbery ring that had been resting up against my ass, pulling out the vibrating shaft, which was still going. I left it buzzing on the bed, rolling off to head into the bathroom, and let Hunter finish up. My insides were still vibrating, and it felt a little uncomfortable. While I enjoyed it, I also didn't want to risk accidentally ruining the mood.

Looking down at the sticky mess covering my huge shaft, glistening under the dull LED lights Hunter had gotten installed. I turned the shower on, letting the warm steam roll around me as I sat on the toilet, enjoying the show as Hunter and Rex got really comfortable.

Finally, Hunter joined us in the enjoyable post-orgasm buzz as he filled up Rex's ass, knotted in place for the foreseeable future. He turned to grin at me, sliding his legs along so he could consider pumping out into Rex but in a more comfortable position.

"Did you like my little surprise?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, but you probably shouldn't have left it on for so long," I complained, squirming my way out of my harness. "I kind of feel a little sick now."

He shrugged, his tongue lolling out as he lifted his head up to, for some unfathomable reason, stare at the ceiling. "You were thinking about how nice it'd be to have had a fourth cock, maybe one fucking you in the ass like you like so much."

"What's this?" Rex grunted.

Hunter laughed, "Rocket picked up a crush. Apparently cross-country runs are for cruising for cute farmer's sons. Maybe you ought to come with us next time, Rex?"

"Shut up!" I groaned, covering my face. If I wasn't covered top to tail in husky fur, I was pretty sure I'd be blushing furiously. I blushed even more as Hunter told Rex of my story, embellishing it well past the point of credulity to make me sound like a complete pervert who could barely hold himself back from jumping on the poor guy.

Okay, it was a little too close to the truth for me to want to consider.

Rex sighed. I heard him shifting on the bed, then asked, "Well, lover boy, mind getting me out of this stuff?"

Hunter rubbed his big, muscled belly. "Hey, I'm going to have you on your back for a while."

Grunting, Rex observed, "Yeah, I can feel that."

Groaning myself, I got off the bed, staggering slightly as I walked over. Pulling on the straps, I freed Rex's hands. He wriggled his fingers appreciatively, taking the opportunity to grope me as I leaned across him, before reaching up to pull the mask off his head.

While I walked back to the bathroom, now intent on having a shower, Rex added, "You ought to be careful, crushing on random guys. You don't even know if this farm boy is gay, let alone if he's got the right make to be one of us."

"He's just jealous," Hunter joked, "that he hasn't had found his own little bitch to turn yet."

"Are we your bitches?" I asked, yelping as the heat soaked through my fur. I was going to shower alone: the other guys didn't like showering much in their dog bodies, but I didn't mind it too much. I did go through a fair amount of dog shampoo as a result, but Hunter hadn't minded paying for it.

"You better fucking believe it!" Hunter exclaimed. I heard a loud slap, and Rex yelping, the mattress groaning. From here, it sounded like Rex was trying to either wrestle him or shake him loose. A grin spread across my muzzle as I tried to picture that happening.

Rex was right, I thought as I washed the fluids out of my fur. I knew I definitely wanted Farmboy to be gay - or gay enough - for a bit of outdoors fun. The problem was that I wasn't sure how I was going to find out. I didn't remember the address, and it was harder nowadays to find out names since phone books had fallen out of style. Plus, I doubt he'd have the chance to hit the local gay bars. "Or locker rooms," I added with a smirk.

"What was that?" Rex called from the other room.

"Nothing," I called out, "just thinking of fun times."

I let the warm water run all over me, watching as my thick knot went back down, my massive cock slinking back into my sheath. I made sure it was clean, giving the tip a nice lick, tasting my fluids, before it got out of reach of my muzzle. Bending over in the shower, I let my ass get pelted with the shower spray, fingers clacking against the bottom of the shower. I don't know why I liked doing this; I guess I kind of liked the idea that some hot water-man would form and fuck me right in the ass. Cleaning out any lubricant residue was kind of secondary, rolling onto my back to finger my sensitive ass to do a proper job.

The shower was huge: definitely enough for a comfortable threesome, as I learned on my first night here. However, on my own it was a little lonely, and I got cleaned up as fast as possible before turning on the warm air jets to dry off my big fluffy body.

Grabbing some towels just in case, I wrapped myself up and went back into the bedroom; Hunter was still knotted inside Rex, the two entertaining themselves by licking each other's paws. "What's up, you dirty dogs?" I grinned, leaping on to bed.

"Won't you just be getting yourself dirty again?" Rex asked, pulling me in for a slobbery dog-kiss.

"Since I met you guys," I replied, groping at his sheath, "I think I've always been dirty."

After we spent a while cuddling and making out, Hunter's knot finally went down and he and Rex headed in for the shower, leaving me alone on the bed to think. Farmboy immediately came to mind, my eyes growing heavy as I rested, rubbing my chest. I imagined he had me collared in some dirty little doghouse on his farm, petting me for a good morning's work. By the time they got out of the shower, my red shaft was nestling in the huge fluff of white fur on my chest.

"Hi," I smiled guiltily, hoping my embarrassment was hidden enough by having fur. I knew it wasn't; even I couldn't miss the scent of nervousness coming off of me.

"What's up?" Rex asked, grabbing onto my cock. "Didn't you get enough before?"

"Yeah," I sighed, letting the feeling of Rex's hands on my body pull my eyes closed. "I just can't get him out of my head, I guess."

Tongues licked on either side of my ear. "Maybe someone needs to go on another run, hm?" Hunter suggested, as he and Rex petted me into sleepy submission.

"I'd like that," I mumbled, falling asleep.

I woke up, yawning and stretching my human arms, careful not to disturb Hunter, who sprawled on his front behind me, still with a trace of golden fuzz on his back. Inching my way off the bed, I slipped onto my bare feet. I sniffed the air, trying to tell over the still-strong scent of cum where Rex had gotten to. The sizzling smell of hot oil perked up my nose, and I headed downstairs, stomach grumbling.

Dressed in an apron and nothing else, Rex hovered over the frying pan, keeping the - from what I could smell - vegetarian sausages crackling hot as he rolled them around. "Hunter up yet?" he asked. He had turned back into a human again as well.

"Not yet," I answered, leaning over on the kitchen bench.

"Well, he's going out to go get my phone fixed," Rex answered, grinning as he grumbled, "since someone made me drop my phone. I think he said something about wanting to take the scenic route." He turned to wink at me.

If I'd still had a tail, it probably would have been wagging.