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"You said you had an extra ticket!" Matsi said, leaning over the table and gripping the edge so hard his knuckles turned white under his dark fur. He glowered at the husky across the table from him,

Darek averted his gaze, sucking innocently on his straw, even though the strawberry milkshake was reduced to nothing but a few wisps of whipped cream at this point. His eyes flicked back forward, caught Matsi's, and he looked away again, clearing his throat. "Okay, I did, but like..." he drummed his fingers on the table, looking for the right things to say.

Matsi's eyes narrowed and he leaned back against the booth. "But. What?" he asked, each word punctuated as he fought back any angrier responses by smiling through bared and clenched teeth.

"Well, okay, so..." Darek took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts and pushing the empty glass away. "I originally bought two tickets. One for me, one for Jamie, cause I thought you would have bought them before they sold out. Then you said you didn't have one, but I'd already promised Kyle that I was going to take him if Jamie bailed, and then I found out that you didn't have a ticket. Jamie actually bought two tickets, so I was taking Kyle, but it turns out Jamie said he was going to take Kyle, so I was going to take you, but then Jamie's sister guilted him into taking her, and so I was going to take Kyle since I hadn't even asked you, but then Kyle actually won two tickets from the radio, and I thought that he was going to use them, but he sold them for like, ten times the original price, and... yeah."

Matsi blinked a few times as he listened to the husky ramble on at high speed for a minute, trying to follow the train of logic behind everything. "So," he said, his anger momentarily quelled by confusion. "You're taking Kyle?"

"No, I'm taking Cameron," Darek said, beaming nervously at Matsi.

In preparation for the upcoming concert, both huskies had dyed themselves in order to stand out and get some attention in the crowd. Darek, who was now forest green and white, looked positively normal across the dark husky who had adopted brightly colored rainbow spots and more of the same hue across his tail and hair. Matsi was glaring unamusedly across the table at Darek and was about to say something when Darek burst out into silent chuckles.

"What's so damn funny?" Matsi demanded, pouting even harder now, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm sorry," Darek said, shaking his head and looking away. "I know you're mad, but with all the bright colors it's hard to take you seriously," he said, covering his muzzle behind a paw.

The colored husky huffed and stared out the window, ears splayed to the side. "So I don't have a ticket to the concert. That's just great. Been looking forward to this for forever."

Darek's smile faded and he looked down at the table, shrugging. "I know, I'm sorry... but! I know how you can sneak in! My brother did it last year!"

Matsi quirked an eyebrow. "Sneak in?"

"Course! It happens at lots of concerts. Just gotta know here to get in," the green husky said, fishing around in his pocket before pulling out a few bills and leaving it on the table.

Matsi left a few more for his own meal and followed after Darek. "You really think I can sneak in?"

"Definitely! I'll show you where to hop the fence, and you can meet us inside after you make it through," Darek said confidently, tail wagging back and forth as they piled into his car.

"If you're so sure of this, why don't I take your ticket and you can hop the fence," Matsi suggested, buckling his seatbelt and folding his arms back over his chest to continue pouting.

Darek shifted around uncomfortably, chewing on his bottom lip. "Well, because it's my ticket."

Matsi sighed and leaned his head against the window of the passenger door. "This sucks," he muttered.

The green husky reached over and patted Matsi's thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I promise that you'll be able to see the concert, okay?" he said.

The rest of the ride back to apartment was quiet as Matsi continued to grumble about his predicament. He'd come to accept his fate, though, and he might have been annoyed at Darek, but he'd mostly gotten over that as well.

Matsi dropped his keys and wallet on the table in the Livingroom before wandering back to his bedroom, ready to turn in for the night. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at the clothes hamper just inside his closet and missed. The rainbow-colored husky nearly jumped when he turned around and found Darek standing in his room in only his t-shirt and boxers. "What's up?"

Darek closed the distance between them and slipped his paw up over Matsi's chest, teasing through his thick, black fur with his claws. "Mmm, I'm thinking I'll have too much energy to fall asleep right now, so..."

Matsi shivered as claws teased across his flesh and he closed his eyes for a moment. "So...?" he asked, knowing full well what Darek wanted, but wanting to hear it for himself anyway.

The green husky's grin widened and he slid his paw around to the front of Matsi's jeans. "So, I was hoping maybe you'd help me take a load off real quick before bed."

The black and colored husky let out a soft sigh, his paws lifting up to rest on Darek's hips, fingering the hem of his boxers. "And what do I get out of this?" he asked, a small smile playing across his lips.

Darek leaned close and pressed his lips to one of Matsi's ears, nibbling lightly. "It's been a few days... I'm sure you'll quite a very generous reward."

Matsi's fur stood on end at the comment and his eyes opened to glance down between them. His fingers dug in under the waistband of Darek's boxers and he tugged them down a few inches to reveal the plump, white sheath between his friend's thighs. The tip of his shaft was already poking free, and it made the rainbow dog's mouth water at the sight.

Darek let his paws fall from Matsi's hips and he pulled his own shirt off, dropping it to the floor as he watched Matsi sink to his knees. His boxers were pulled down and he kicked those aside as well, widening his stance as a cool nose pressed up under his balls. "Ooh, I can always count on you," he whispered running his fingers through his roommate's hair and holding his head firmly between his legs.

The dog whined where he knelt, tongue flicking out and teasing those heavy, white orbs. Each felt heavy and full as he lifted each with his tongue, drawing them into his muzzle to suck on them. Above him he could hear Darek letting out soft, encouraging whispers and those fingers scritched affectionately behind his ears.

Through his half-lidded eyes, Matsi could see Darek's length slowly emerging from his swollen sheath, thickening before his nose and already dribbling clear fluid down the underside. He dragged his tongue up along the fat sheath and over the thick length, gathering the tangy pre up before he reached the tip. His lips closed down and another spurt coated the roof of his muzzle as he pushed down.

Darek groaned and took both of Matsi's ears in his paws, rubbing in small circles as he stood on his tip toes, trying to sink more of his length between the other husky's lips. His shaft pulsed against the warm, wet tongue and slid further from his sheath before Matsi's lips teased at the edge of his furry pouch.

Matsi's lips pressed down hard on the green husky's sheath, teeth just barely grazing the skin as he pulled upwards. It had the desired effect of tugging the stretchy skin back upwards, resheathing the dog's cock until Matsi was able to close his lips on the end, flicking his tongue against the entrance.

His friend woofed in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders and digging claws into his flesh. Matsi grinned inwardly as he held his friend's sheath closed with his maw, tonguing the entrance of the sheath and keeping him trapped. He could feel the thick length fighting to surge past his tongue and out into his maw, but his lips kept the holder sealed. Matsi pressed his tongue against the bare flesh at the tip and then sunk it inside, swirling it around inside Darek's sheath and tasting more of the husky's pre that had been leaking profusely from the tip.

Darek gasped and hunched over Matsi's kneeling form, nearly knocking them both over as he tried to hump forward against the warm muzzle. Matsi's tongue was teasing around inside his full sheath, teasing his bare flesh and drawing out several more spurts of pre.

Matsi relaxed his muzzle, tongue still deep within Darek's sheath, and the husky's cock surged forward, no longer constrained. Matsi felt the thick flesh against his tongue and he used his lips to skin back the husky's white sheath all the way, taking him fully until the dripping tip was pressed against the back of his throat. He felt the claws on his shoulders dig in roughly and he moaned happily around his roommate's girthy length.

With Matsi's teasing out of the way, Darek took full control of the situation. He ground his hips forward, full balls slapping his roommate's chin as he began to thrust in short, staccato motions. Darek's tail wagged back and forth excitedly and his tongue lolled out to one side as he humped away.

The rainbow-spotted husky gagged slightly as Darek's member began assaulting the back of his throat. Pre spilled out over his tongue like a leaking dam and he had to swallow constantly to keep from drowning. Occasionally Darek would grind himself against the other husky's nose, flexing his cock while holding Matsi's head in place.

With his lips sealed tight around Darek's shaft, the green husky's growing knot began smacking against his muzzle, seeking entrance. Matsi finally relented and opened his maw wide, taking the growing bulb between his lips and clamping his maw down hard.

Darek grunted and bent over his friend's body, gripping his head in both paws and thrusting hard. His growing knot was trapped in Matsi's muzzle and he could only thrust a couple inches as his bulb swelled faster from the attention. He could feel his balls drawing up to his body as his orgasm built and he made soft growling noises as tried to shove his knot in deeper.

Matsi's jaw ached as the engorged bulb stretched his jaw wider still. He no longer had to keep clamped down to prevent Darek from pulling back, the knot was too thick to just pull free. He brought a paw up between Darek's legs and gripped the heavy, white sac. Darek was huffing and puffing above him, jerking his hips and shooting jet after jet of watery pre out against the back of Matsi's maw.

The colorful black husky couldn't keep up with his roommate's production and pre ran from the corners of his plugged maw, running down his neck in small rivulets. His own cock, forgotten, strained against his jeans, a large damp spot spread across his crotch from where he'd been leaking since getting to his knees.

Darek gave no warning as his orgasm finally hit. He barked loudly and held Matsi's head in place as his cock throbbed violently between his friend's lips. Cum poured out in thick, potent ropes, forcing the kneeling dog to swallow hurriedly. He lost that battle after only two pulses from the thick shaft wedged against his tongue and cum drooled from his maw through his black fur.

Matsi tried to pull back, but Darek's swollen knot plugged his mouth and kept him in place. His eyes watered and he gurgled as more cum ran past his lips and down his neck. Suddenly the paws on the back of his head were gone and Darek's thumbs jammed between his teeth, forcing his muzzle apart almost wider than it could stretch. The thick, fist-sized knob of flesh was pulled back and cum ran from Matsi's stretched jaw like a veritable river.

The black husky's eyes squeezed shut as his muzzle was freed, and he felt ropes of the other husky's seed splatter over his face and neck as Darek stroked himself through the last of his orgasm. When Darek's orgasm finally died away, he wiped his shaft off against a clean patch of fur on Matsi's cheek, chuckling as he surveyed the damage.

"How's your jaw?" he asked, panting happily as his knotted cock bobbed between his thighs.

Matsi raised a paw and rubbed at his muzzle, smearing cum into his fur as he worked out the soreness. "I'll live," he muttered, aching too much to smile. He grunted as he felt a foot paw suddenly press at the front of his jeans against where his forgotten shaft was straining at the fabric.

Darek grinned and ground his footpad against the hard lump in Matsi's jeans, tail wagging behind him. "Ooh, I guess you didn't mind too much," he said, still panting as he came down from his high.

Matsi's heartrate doubled and he lurched forward suddenly, moaning out as he came. He'd been so close to the edge and hadn't realized it, and his body convulsed as he shot his load against the inside of his jeans, leaving quite the mess. His cock pulsed and throbbed against Darek's pad and his cum made the damp spot on his jeans darker and wider, leaving the fur on his crotch and thighs a gooey mess.

Darek's ears perked up in surprise and he sniffed the air, able to smell the husky's potent load from where he stood. "Oh damn..." he muttered, pulling his foot back and looking down at his roommate. "You were worked up that much?"

The black husky spasmed where he knelt and fell forward, catching himself with his paws. "Nngh, I... I guess," he said hoarsely, throat a bit sore from having his friend's length jammed down it. He carefully pushed himself back up to a kneeling position and looked down at the front of his jeans. They were drenched and he could smell himself even with Darek's seed coating his face and flooding his senses.

"Well, I'm definitely sleepy now. Thanks for the help," Darek said, picking up his discarding clothing and padding over to the door. His engorged length bounced in front of him as he walked, a few drops of cum oozing out to fall to the carpet.

Matsi didn't have much energy left in him either, but pulled himself to his feet so he could get cleaned off. Twenty minutes later, his jeans and boxers now in the washer, he flopped down on his bed, exhausted and dreading what trials he'd have to overcome the next day.

"See, here you go," Darek said, pointing off through the passenger window at the tall, chain fence. It ran around a large complex in the lot behind the amphitheater. It was a small generator and storage space, set apart from where everyone would be gathering.

"How's that going to help me get into the stadium?" Matsi hissed, glaring back at Darek before turning his attention back to the fenced in building.

"Duh, there's a tunnel that runs underneath it and comes out in several spots, one of them being one of the corridors to the seats. You'll be able to get right on in," Darek told him.

Matsi huffed and shook his head. "It can't be that easy. If it was that easy, more people would sneak in."

"They don't know about it. My dad used to do electrical work out here though, and he told me about the tunnel," the green husky assured him. "You'll be fine."

Matsi grumbled and opened the door to the car, slamming it behind. "I can't believe I have to do this."

"Well hey, it's this, or no concert."

"Yeah, I know. I'll meet you inside near the side, okay?" the black husky said, pulling his hood up over his head to hide his face. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a brightly colored t-shirt that he covered up with his black hoodie. There weren't many lights around the building he was about to break into at least.

As Darek drove off, he skulked towards it, feeling very exposed out in the open field as he approached the fence. Plenty of worries ran through him. What if the fence was electrified? What if there were cameras? Or motion detectors with lights? He couldn't let any of that bother him, though, and he picked up the pace before he could change his mind.

It had been years since he'd ever climbed a chain-link fence, and he'd never climbed one this high. It was nearly twenty feet high, and his heart sank as he neared the top, eyes focusing on the coiled rope-looking metal along the top. Barbed wire.

"Goddammit, Darek, I'm going to kick your ass," he muttered, climbing up further and inspecting the top. It was just barbed wire, thankfully, and not razor wire. If he was careful, he could ease over top without hurting himself.

Matsi gripped the wire between a set of barbs and pulled it down until it was flat against the top rail of the fence. He eyed a spot further down along the wire and brought his foot up onto it to pin it down to the rain. Slowly, he eased himself up and over the edge of the rail, feeling a couple of the barbs tease against his arms and legs, but not doing any harm.

He thought it was going well until he made it completely over. One of the barbs snagged on a belt loop on the back of his jeans and as he lowered himself he heard, and felt, as the denim tore a gaping hole along the back of his jeans, exposing his bare ass since there were no boxers beneath.

A lot of cursing followed in those few seconds as Matsi scrambled down the inside of the fence, a scrap of black denim left behind on the barbs. The jeans were still staying up on his hips, at least, but his ass would be on full display to anyone standing behind him.

Matsi began pulling his hoodie up and off his head. He'd be able to tie the garment around his waist and keep himself covered during the concert at the very least. He'd just gotten the tight hoodie up over his torso, and his arms were struggling above his head when a loud bark sounded behind him.

The black husky spun around, hoodie half inside out and covering his head. He couldn't see anything and his arms were essentially bound above his head as he tried to get out of his hoodie. His heartrate quadrupled as soon as he heard the bark and he took a quick few steps backwards before stumbling over his own feet and falling back onto the ground.

There was the sound of claws skittering across cement and then another bark sounded only inches away from his head. Matsi rolled over onto his chest, curling up and trying not to whimper as the dog barked at him several more times before a large voice called out.

"Fang, sit!"

The barking came to a halt, but Matsi could hear the dog's exciting whining. He scrambled to free his head, pushing his hoodie off all the way. A miniature sun hit him in the face as he lifted his head to look at the source of the voice and he cried out in pain and closed his eyes. Fang barked again.

"Bright, eh?" the man said, walking closer and clicking his flashlight back down to a normal brightness. "Mind telling me what you're doing back here?"

Matsi's heart was still racing and he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and die. "I-I just wanted to go to the concert," he said, his voice much higher than it normally was.

The man laughed again and looked off towards the big amphitheater off behind the complex. "Well I don't think you'll be getting to see the show tonight, unfortunately," he said, pulling his walkie talkie off his belt and fingering the button on the side.

The black husky could have broken down right there. He was terrified of being eaten by the dog at his side, and he wasn't going to see the concert after waiting for so long. "Please... I'll do anything. I just want to see it," he said, opening his eyes again, slowly at first until he was certain there was no blinding flashlight.

The man was dressed in a simple pair of blue khakis and a tan button up shirt, looking much the part of security. He a tall, brown and white horse with his mane cropped short to his head, and his dog was a hulking, brown and black German shepherd.

The horse grinned and clicked his walkie talkie once before releasing the button. "Hmm, you know how many people say that? Granted, it's been a couple months since someone tried to sneak in this way. But everyone always says the same crap. "I'll do anything," "I'll pay you," "Let me suck your cock." He snorted and shook his head. "It's all just talk. Don't worry, I'll be nice and have security throw you out instead of having you arrested."

Matsi's head snapped up at that, realizing now just how much trouble he really could be in. "N-no wait! I will, though! I'll do anything! Please. I'll just leave. I don't need to be thrown out." He moved to stand up and the dog at his side growled menacingly making him cower and stay right where he was.

"Uh huh. Come on, kid. Just stay where you are, or Fang will bite you," he teased.

Matsi's face blanched and when he heard the shepherd growl again he curled into a ball with his back away from the dog. "I just want to leave..."

"You'll be leaving soon enough." The horse took a step closer, bringing the walkie talkie up to his mouth. "Roan to main security," he said, waiting for a reply.

Fang, apparently impatient with just sitting there, got up and trotted around the prone husky, tail wagging excitedly. Roan knew that Fang wouldn't actually bite the downed trespasser, so he didn't bother to tell him to stop. Fang leaned his muzzle down, sniffing at the husky's curled tail and then shoved his nose right under it, through the large torn open spot.

Roan chuckled as his dog's nose dove right under the husky's tail, already having noticed both the torn denim and the scrap still on the barbs. The husky's body straightened and his tail lifted high out of the way before flicking back down in embarrassment.

The radio crackled in Roan's hand. "Main security to Roan, go ahead."

The horse considered the husky for a few seconds before clicking the button again. "Roan here. False alarm. Just a damn coyote playing around back here."

Matsi lifted his head again, looking back at the horse while the dog continued to try and sniff at his rear and over his sides. "A-are you going to let me leave?"

"Anything, you said?" Roan asked, crossing his arms over his chest, flashlight still trained on Matsi's legs.

"I'm sorry?"

"You said you'd do anything to get into the concert," Roan repeated.

"Oh!" Matsi's relaxed a few degrees, but was still walking on eggshells as he swallowed nervously, unsure what he was about to agree to. "Yes. Please."

The horse stepped closer and glanced around the empty field, making sure no one else was trying to sneak their way to the compound. "Alright. I'll let you on into the concert. But first, you gotta finish stripping out of those clothes."

Matsi shivered, though it wasn't because of the warm summer night's breeze. "A-alright," he said, slowly getting to his feet when the shepherd didn't object.

Fang circled the husky, panting happily and snuffling around everywhere. His nose darted back up under the curled tail again, drawing another yip from the husky.

Matsi pulled his t-shirt off first and dropped it where his hoodie lay, fingers undoing the button on his pants and tugging the zipper down. He had to push Fang's head away as the dog immediately tried to start sniffing at his sheath. "Y-your dog is uh, kind of in the way," he said, laughing nervously as he finished stripping down.

"Well my dog is kind of going to be in you," Roan said, a wide grin spread over his broad muzzle.

Matsi's body froze and he stared wide-eyed at the horse, his own muzzle hanging open a few inches at what he just heard. "Wh-what?!"

Roan flicked off his flashlight, leaving them in darkness only broken up by the moon and nearby concert lights. "You heard me," he said. "You said you'd do anything."

"B-but I thought that you were going to... I mean... he's..." Matsi glanced down at the German shepherd who was trying to examine every inch of his lower body. It was something he'd looked at a few times before, but never anything he'd ever imagine actually doing.

Roan raised the walkie talkie back up towards his muzzle, fingering the button once more. "Would you rather security escort you out?"

"No!"

"Then get on all fours," Roan said, motioning to the ground with the big comm device.

Matsi's eyes flicked from the horse to the dog, weighing his options. The guard didn't appear to be armed, but his chances of getting away were basically none. He could just let security kick him out, but then he wouldn't get to see the concert. He really wanted to see the concert.

The husky sighed to himself and knelt down on the concrete, pulling his discarded jeans under him to give him a modicum of protection. Before he could talk himself out of it he leaned forward and took up the all-fours position as commanded.

A second barely passed before the dog's cold nose was up under Matsi's tail and a broad, pink tongue swiped out over his passage a few times, even dipping in when the husky's ring relaxed.

Roan's chest rumbled and he stepped around in front of the husky, reaching down to tilt Matsi's head back until their eyes locked. "Ready for him? Just lift you tail nice and high and he'll get the idea," the horse said, grinning deviantly and stroking though Matsi's hair as his pet nosed around behind the black dog.

Matsi shuddered and tried to pull his gaze away, but the horse's hand held him steady. He couldn't pull his eyes away, and he knew that his cheeks would be a bright scarlet if not for his dark fur concealing the fact. He wasn't ready for the dog, but when one particular swipe of that tongue slipped inside his passage he gasped and his tail lifted high and out of the way instinctually.

Fang took that as his cue and he clambered atop the husky's rear, forelegs clasping around Matsi's waist as his body pulled close to his new plaything. His hips were already humping away, the tapered tip of his mostly-sheathed cock poking against Matsi's hip, butt, and the back of his balls.

It surprised Matsi and his eyes, still locked with Roan's, widened. His breathing picked up, panicking for a few seconds as the dog growled and panted in his ears. At first he wasn't certain that the dog would even be able to make it in, but then Fang found his mark. The slim shaft, not even swollen, pushed right into the husky's tunnel, unsheathing several inches and exciting Fang further.

Roan let out a low groan of shared pleasure as he watched the look in Matsi's eyes as the dog entered him. He released Matsi's head and quickly undid his own pants, fishing out his hardening equine length. The mushroom head of his mottled member flopped out onto Matsi's nose, a thick bead of pre rolling out onto the bridge of his muzzle.

Matsi, for his part, could have been struck by lightning and not have noticed at this point. He was still trying to process what he was feeling. The dog's length had hurt going in, but its size had left him feeling confident about the encounter, knowing he could take what the shepherd had to offer. It was thickening, though, and Matsi could feel it pistoning through his pucker as heavy balls slapped his own. Something smacked down against his muzzle and before he could focus, his muzzle was being pried open by the horse's fingers.

"Better hope your gag reflex is good, cause this is all going in you," Roan husked out, slipping the spongey head of his cock into Matsi's open maw and sliding in a few inches.

The husky let out a muffled squawk of protest as his jaw was stretched wide. He must have been drooling, because the horse's length didn't have much trouble pushing in against his tongue. He could taste Roan's strong, bitter pre as it pumped out over his tongue, helping to lube the way. His was dimly aware of his own cock, hard between his legs and dripping pre onto the concrete below, and every time the dog would thrust in deep, that stab against his prostate sent a jolt of electricity down his spine and back up along his length.

Fang was focused solely on his own pleasure, his forelegs locked around his bitch as he humped away. Pre was dripping back down from Matsi's hole, running in small rivulets down his balls and the inside of his thighs. Fang's cock continued to swell and expand, the beginnings of his knot starting to pop in and out of the prone husky.

Roan held Matsi's head steady and began thrusting as well, rocking the dog's body back and forth between himself and his shepherd. His cock was quickly slathered in his pre and the dog's drool, and it made it humping into the dog's muzzle much easier. He could feel the husky's throat protest as the head of his length pressed insistently against it. His medial ring teased the dog's lips and Roan let off, pulling back until just the head was resting against Matsi's tongue.

Matsi's nerves were being overloaded as his brain tried to keep him focused on too many things at once. The dog on his back was nipping at the back of his neck, knot swelling as seconds ticked by. His jaw ached as the horse's cock tried to slide down his throat, making it much harder for him to breathe. His own knot had already fully swollen up and was stretching the confines of his sheath as it bobbed and drooled pre down onto the ground below.

Roan gripped both of Matsi's ears and shoved himself forward, the head of his cock starting to flare as it finally pushed into the dog's throat, medial ring sliding between his lips and forcing him to widen a fraction more. Matsi gagged, trying to suck in a breath as the horse's length plumbed his insides. His ears faintly heard the spurting of liquid spraying onto concrete as his cock throbbed dully between his legs, cumming hard.

"Oof, I knew you'd get into this." Roan whickered, his tail lashing behind him as he spread his feet and began thrusting between the husky's lips. He could faintly smell the dog's seed as it fired onto the ground and he watched with great interest as his shepherd took the husky from behind.

Fang's knot popped in and out of Matsi's passage a few times before it became too big to tug back. His thrusts became short and shallow, cum pumping steadily into the husky and running down his thighs and legs. The inflated knot tugged at Matsi's insides before the dog decided he was done and hopped off, one leg lifting up and over the husky's body until they were butt to butt.

Roan's groaned as he watched his dog tie with the younger husky, his cock pulsing along Matsi's tongue as he buried himself to the hilt in the warm passage. Fang's hips jerked and twitched as if still trying to thrust into someone, though he was now facing away from his conquest. The horse redoubled his efforts and held onto the husky, making short, jabbing thrusts that swung his hefty sac into the dog's chin.

Matsi was in sensory overload now. His passage was clamped down tight on a knot thicker than what his roommate had to offer and thicker still was the long horse shaft that was plugging his throat. His arms were trembling as he fought to keep himself on all fours. His orgasm had sapped most of his energy and the warm summer breeze was cold as it teased between his legs against the river of dog seed pouring from his stretched tail around the engorged knot.

The horse was muttering something unintelligent as he neared his orgasm, bottoming out over and over in the dog's warm maw. He saw his shepherd shift around and tug away from the husky and then that thick knot pulled free with an audible pop before swinging forward between his legs. That was all the horse needed to hit his own release.

Matsi would have screamed out if his muzzle wasn't full. The sudden spike of pain, as well as the added pressure against his prostate before that knot tugged free, set off a second orgasm, weaker than the first. More cum sprayed into the puddle beneath him. Before he had much time to think his throat was suddenly drowned in thick ropes of horse cum that shot from the pole between his lips. His tongue was wedged along the underneath of that behemoth and he felt every throb as more semen pumped into his throat. The colorful husky valiantly tried to keep up with the flow, but it poured from the corners of his mouth much as it had the previous day.

Roan tugged backwards, the head of his cock flared wide as it dragged from Matsi's lips and filled the husky's maw with the spongey flesh and syrupy cum before the swollen head popped free. His fat urethra opened over and over, streams of cum leaving streaks on Matsi's already colorful fur, painting him further.

With his throat finally unplugged, Matsi gasped for breath and then collapsed down onto the ground, feeling the rest of the horse's load spill over his face and neck.

The horse stroked himself until his cock began to droop and soften. "Mmm, I think I wouldn't mind you trying to sneak into more concerts in the future. I'm sure Fang would agree."

Matsi lay there dazedly, staring off at the cinderblock wall of the building as cum ran from three different ends of him. He jerked his head away in surprise when the large German shepherd walked back over to lap at his face affectionately, tail wagging around.

"Now, get your clothes back on, I'll take you through the tunnel."

Darek watched the opening act of the show perform with mild interest, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for his roommate to arrive. He'd dropped him off an hour ago, and he should have been here not long after. Had he gotten caught? The green husky checked his phone again, but there were no messages. He looked around hopelessly, unable to really tell one person from the next with thousands of them littering the amphitheater. Then he finally saw his friend approaching and ran towards him.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been w-" Darek paused. "Whoa," he said, eyes taking in the sight of the colorful husky. He looked like he'd just ran a marathon, and smelled heavily of musk. His fur was wet, scraggly, and his muzzle hung open tiredly.

Matsi just blinked tiredly at his friend, brushing his hair from his face and taking a deep breath. He'd had to clean off as best he could in the bathroom, and he'd gotten looks from virtually everyone who he passed. "It's a long... long story." Speaking hurt, and he winced, rubbing his neck with a paw.

Darek frowned and put a paw on the husky's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "Well, you're here now, and they're about to come out, so you haven't missed much."

That seemed to steel Matsi's resolve and he nodded, turning to face the crowd, ready to wade through to find a good spot to watch from. "Damn right I wasn't going to miss this," he muttered, his voice lost in the din of the audience.