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"Lone Digger" by Linkin Monroe

The sound of the pulsing beat of swing music could be heard even from the entrance of the club as Charlie and his two friends approached. The two doors had a very distinctive appearance of a glowing face and arms sticking out to the sides. Charlie kept his paws in his letterman jacket pockets, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. Dennis had invited him to tag along with their buddy Billy, and while he was reluctant to go with them at first, Dennis wouldn't take no for an answer.

The three males walked up to the door, well-groomed and dressed for a night out on the town. The three cats almost looked alike, though Dennis was the biggest in terms of muscle and Billy stood taller than the other two. They wore the same letterman jacket and pants, something Dennis had insisted on that they look sharp. "Appearance is everything!" he had said as he made Charlie put the jacket on.

The doors parted and they entered, passing by the bouncer who stared at them as they walked by. The bouncer was a bull, dressed sharply in a vest that could barely contain his barreled chest. His arms were folded, his biceps bulging the rolled-up sleeves of his white dress shirt. He wore nothing below the waist, so his sizeable junk was out on display. His sheath was soft, but his nuts swung like wrecking balls between his thick thigh. He didn't say anything to them as they passed by, but the look in his eye told them to not cause trouble, and that was enough to strike fear into Charlie's chest.

While some may find that the bull's half nudity was cause for alarm, it was quite normal to see furs walking around half dressed. No one really cared or paid it much attention and made things less awkward when checking someone out when you could see what they were packing. While pants were still common to see, especially amongst those who were less confident about showing off their genitals.

Dennis led the way with Billy and Charlie flanking his sides. The club music was getting louder and more intense as the hallway opened up into a wide room. Furs of various types and sizes filled the room, from a donkey to a crocodile. A female gazelle wearing barely anything to cover herself stood inside a box barely big enough for her body which moved to the music, almost hypnotizing to watch.

Dennis snapped his fingers, leading the group to a table. They took their seat, and almost immediately a waitress came up to take a drink order. While Dennis ordered for all three of them, Charlie looked across the table and through thick smoke spotted three dogs sitting in a booth. 'Doberman.[/]' He hissed to himself as the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up as he felt his claws extend and dig puncture the cushion of his chair.

While thousands of years had evolved them to where they were now, rivalries still existed. Charlie glared at the three Doberman sitting in the booth, watching them as if they had just insulted his mother. Based on how they were dressed, Charlie deduced they were of significant importance. All three wore sharply custom tailored suits and silk ties. Must have come here directly from work.

The one in the middle was taking a long smoke from his cigar, his eyes closed as he rolled the rich flavors in his mouth. He pulled the cigar away and looked at Charlie, his eyes were dark as if he were analyzing the feline and then exhaled a smoke ring in Charlie's direction.

Charlie realized they were all looking at him now, and then a nudge from Dennis broke the spell that had bound Charlie to stare at the center Doberman.

"Drink this, and don't pay the mutts any attention," Dennis instructed as he handed Charlie a white Russian.

Charlie looked at the drink that Dennis had put into his paw and sniffed it. He could smell the vodka, coffee liqueur and... "Is this whole milk?"

"Yeah, shut up and drink it."

"You know I only drink one percent."

"Like I said, shut up and drink it, and don't look at the mutts."

Dennis, Charlie, and Billy brought the shot glasses to their lips, tilted the rim up and swallowed the cold drink in one swift motion. They slammed the empty glasses down and the waitress took them to bring them refills.

"Damn, look at the ass on that babe," Dennis grinned as he checked out the gazelle moving in the dance box. "I'd paid to take her home to show me how she can dance like that on my dick."

Billy laughed at his friend's remark but had fallen on deaf ears for Charlie. He had returned to staring at the three Doberman, their gazes never faltering as they watched the cat. There was something about Doberman that made them such good guard dogs, their appearance screamed intimidation. Those cropped ears standing erect at attention at the slightest hint of danger.

"Charlie?" Dennis asked and then noticed his absent-minded friend was watching the Doberman. He poked Charlie's side, making the cat jump in his seat and glare at his friend. "What did I just finish saying?"

"Don't look at the mutts?" Charlie repeated the last thing he remembered hearing.

Dennis groaned and pointed a finger at the female dancer. "I said I'd pay to take her home to show me how she can dance on my dick."

"Oh." Charlie looked at the erotic dancer, the way she moved almost made it seem like she lacked any bones.

He wasn't sure what to say to that exactly, but gratefully welcomed the fresh shots of white Russian to interrupt any further conversation about what his friend would do in bed. The three felines purred as the cold milk tickled their throats and filled their stomachs. Neither Dennis or Billy knew that Charlie wasn't interested in the opposite sex, so participating in a conversation about them wasn't something he cared to do.

The waitress took the empty shot glasses away, disappearing into the smoke as she walked past the three Doberman. Charlie wanted to look at them, just to see if they were still looking at him. 'Just one peek,' he told himself as he looked out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the middle Doberman had his sights on him.

Charlie lost his view on the Doberman when the waitress returned, stopping at the canine's table. She held the tray that held the next round of white Russians. Charlie was certain the Doberman was saying something to her, but even with his acute hearing, the sound of music drowned out any possible way to overhear the conversation.

But no sooner had she been stopped, she was away, heading back to the cat's table. She handed them each their shot glass and then bent forward so they could hear her say.

"Your friend over there says this round is on him."

She pointed to the smoking Doberman who was still looking at Charlie, his expression was impossible to read. Dennis quirked an eyebrow as he looked from her to the Doberman in the business suit to Charlie than to his shot glass.

Dennis wasn't the kind to turn down a drink, though he never imagined he'd get a free drink from a dog of all species! "Mazel tov!" he exclaimed, lifting his drink to the three Doberman and then gulped it down. Billy and Charlie followed suit, but Charlie was feeling a bit suspicious, if not a little tipsy.

"I wanna go dance," Dennis slurred his words a bit as he got up from the table and caught sight of a female dancing by herself. Maybe if he played his cards right, he would be able to ditch his friends and take her home. He stumbled down the two steps onto the dance floor to introduce himself.

"We better go make sure he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else," Billy muttered as he got up from the table and patted Charlie on the back. The effects of the alcohol hadn't bothered Billy as much as it had Dennis or beginning to take a hold of Charlie.

Charlie spun in his seat, content to watch his friend make a fool of himself from the elevated area and not embarrass himself by dancing by himself. His foot tapped along with the beat, damn this song was so catchy. He forgot about the Doberman as he laughed at Dennis strike out with the female, in fact, he was certain she just left the club altogether.

Something tingled on his neck, his senses aware of someone standing behind him. He turned, ready to strike if he needed and found he was face to face with the Doberman. His two friends were still at the table.

"Noticed you were alone," the Doberman said, his voice was deep and the curt way he spoke made Charlie think the Doberman didn't make small talk very often. "Hope my presence doesn't discomfort you."

Charlie stiffened in his seat as the Doberman leaned against the table and looked at the dance floor. Either the dog didn't realize the cat didn't respond or continued to make conversation. "Your friends look like they're having fun. Do you dance?"

"Why? Are you asking me to dance?" Charlie retorted to the stranger. He didn't mean to sound rude, but could anyone blame him? Cats and dogs were notoriously at each other's throats. You couldn't trust a dog.

"Yes, I am." The Doberman replied, again ignoring Charlie's blatant sarcasm, or taking it as interest. He extended one of his brown paws for Charlie to take to lead him out to the dance floor as a new song began to play.

Charlie blinked in surprise at the canine's response and then glared at the paw up to the Doberman's relaxed expression. Was this some kind of sick twisted joke? Surely Dennis and Billy wouldn't do something like that to him, there's no way they would talk to dogs or pay one to dance with him. Even then, they didn't know he was gay.

This time, the Doberman noticed Charlie's hesitation and folded his ears. "Oh, right. You're a cat, and I'm a dog." His laugh was short and nervous as he shrugged. "I understand, didn't realize I was infringing on age-old rivalries. I'm a businessman, I'm used to interacting with furs of all species, including felines. Work kind of blurs those lines for me. I just thought you looked really cute in that jacket and wanted to dance."

Charlie was taken back by the kindness in the Doberman's voice and his response. His heart pounded in his chest, he swore he could feel it about to break out of his rib cage. Was he actually considering this dog's offer? His paw shook with his nerves. This was ridiculous. A cat dancing with a dog?

The Doberman stood there a few moments longer and lowered his ears slightly as he realized the cat wasn't going to accept. "Damn, in all my years in my company, this is the first offer that's been rejected." His arm fell to his side when Charlie's paw grabbed the Doberman's wrist and stood up.

"One dance, mutt. That's it. And if you try anything suspicious, I'll make sure you regret it."

"One dance," the dobie nodded in agreement and smiled softly, leading Charlie down the two steps to the dancefloor.

Charlie blushed to himself as he convinced himself that it was the alcohol giving him the liquid courage to follow the Doberman. He ignored Dennis and Billy's eyes as they caught sight of him being led by the Doberman into the dance floor, his ears burning in shame and embarrassment. He found himself looking up at the Doberman who was a whole head taller than him. If he could look past that slim pointed snout and those long pointed ears, the dobie was actually pretty handsome... for a dog.

He blushed as they started to move with the music, the Doberman leading the way as they moved their arms and their hips side to side. Charlie closed his eyes as he let the music take over his body, finding that any preconceived ideas of cats vs dogs wash away as he relaxed and moved with his partner. They were one at that moment, moving in synchronization. He felt those paws cautiously touch his hips, holding him as he moved his ass. Part of Charlie's mind wanted to react in a way to harm the Doberman, but the other part wanted to keep going.

Charlie turned his body, moving so his back was pressed to the Doberman's chest, lifting his arms up as he felt up the Doberman's sleek fur and neck. Arms outstretched, he was able to touch those cropped ears, stroking them as the Doberman's paws began to wander over Charlie's body. Charlie purred as he pushed back, and realized he was gyrating his ass on the Doberman's groin.

There was a deep rumble of approval from the canine overhead, who took that as an invitation to grind back. Again, Charlie felt the urge to stop him, but at the same time, he was having the most fun he had in a long time. He didn't stop, he just kept moving and ran his claws through the Doberman's short fur. Despite it being so wrong in society, Charlie never felt so right before. There was something about the Doberman that just lowered his defenses, and he wanted to explore the rabbit hole.

The music ended at some point, and the Doberman stopped moving as the song transitioned to the next. He turned Charlie around to thank him for the dance when Charlie unexpectedly grabbed him by the tie and pulled it, making the Doberman bend forward as the cat growled seductively. "Did I say to stop dancing with me?"

The Doberman lifted his two dotted brows and tilted his head to the side as if somewhat confused by the cat's statement. "Well... you did say one dance..."

Charlie scritched the canine's chin with his free paw as he grinned, feeling somewhat emboldened and confident. Hell, if he was gonna publicly dance with a handsome canine stranger, he was gonna make the most of it. "And I wasn't done with my one dance."

Although Charlie couldn't see it, the Doberman's nub wagged excitedly behind him. He loosened his grip on the Doberman's tie and let him straighten up. "Now, where were we?"

"You were going to tell me your name," Charlie purred as he stepped up to be chest-to-chest with the Doberman, looking up into his dark eyes.

"Mark," the Doberman spurted out, almost immediately as Charlie began to move his hips and dance with. "And you are?"

Charlie grinned as he unbuttoned the Doberman's suit coat jacket and placed his paws on Mark's hips, his thumbs lightly rubbing over the canine's obliques, feeling the muscles tense up under the white dress shirt. "Gonna grind on you," Charlie breathed softly.

He broke eye contact with the dobie and spun Mark around and pushed up behind him, hearing Mark's gasp of surprise as the dobie felt his bulge push between those form-fitting dress pants. The nub tail between the coat flaps wagged as Mark seemed receptive to this change, the Doberman moved with the change of music as Charlie admired his backside.

"My name is Charlie," Charlie said as he throbbed in his jeans, feeling some precum get smeared around inside his tight underwear. He was certain that Mark could feel it, especially since the Doberman was grinding his firm ass back against it, swaying his hips.

Charlie wasn't sure how many songs passed, but as each song ended, he and Mark never once stopped bumping and grinding against each other. The barriers he'd built up over his entire life were crumbling down as he became more attracted and aroused with the Doberman. Hours passed, Charlie wasn't sure what had become of Dennis and Billy, but he didn't care. He was having the time of his life and didn't want the night to end.

It was during the middle of a song that Mark leaned forward as they were facing each other and whispered into Charlie's ear.

"I really want to get you alone."

Charlie purred and turned around, licking his lips as he pushed back against the canine's aching erection that was confined in those dark slacks. It hadn't gone down once since the second dance, and Charlie was just as desperate for relief. He heard Mark murr as the dobie instinctively pushed against Charlie's ass. Charlie reached up and scritched the Doberman's chin, a spot he had found was like a pleasure spot for the canine.

"Where were you thinking?" Charlie asked as he glanced around for his friends, feeling a slight twinge of hesitation to leave them behind, or to go alone with a dog. What if this was just a trick?

"Could rent a private room here," Mark suggested as he panted on Charlie's neck and nibbled up the smooth dark fur, inhaling the faint hint of cologne on Charlie's neck.

The club was notorious for its seedier areas, private rooms designed specifically for people looking to have sex without worrying about being seen by people outside the establishment or having to take a one-night stand home and awkwardly paying their cab fare. It wasn't uncommon to see even someone underneath a booth table orally servicing someone else if that's all they wanted.

Charlie nodded, uncertain himself if he would be comfortable taking Mark to his flat or going with Mark to his place. But at the same time, he found himself hoping this wasn't going to be a one-night stand. He felt Mark grab his wrist, guiding him from the dance floor and up the two steps. Charlie giggled to himself as he followed along to the bar.

Mark rented a room for the night, took the key and lead Charlie into an elevator. It dinged as it opened, the two elevator doors parting to the side to let them in. Mark pressed the second story button and waited for the two doors to close before he grabbed the back of Charlie's head and pulled him in for a kiss.

Charlie blushed and moaned in surprise, pushing into the kiss. Kissing a dog was a lot different than any other male he'd kiss before. The muzzle was longer and a lot more wet than other guys he'd kissed in the past. He felt Mark's tongue touch his lips and after a brief moment of hesitation, Charlie's own raspy tongue slipped past his teeth and met it.

The club was only two stories tall, so the ride up was short, but the kiss felt like it lasted an eternity. They broke the kiss as the elevator doors parted to let them out. The beat of the music could still be heard, a dull, rhythmic pounding echoed in their ears as they walked down the dark corridor of doors. The only illumination was red lights along the baseboard, dimmed down low but still provided enough light to see the silver room numbers on the doors.

Mark pulled his jacket off as he led the way, his body features more easily visible under the white dress shirt. He slung the jacket over his shoulder as he rolled up a single sleeve to his elbow. Charlie followed behind, slipping his arms out of the red sleeves of his letterman jacket, but still kept it around his shoulders.

"Here it is," Mark said, his voice sounding a little nervous as his paw brought the key to the door and unlocked it. He placed his paw in the middle of the door, standing aside as he pushed the door in, holding it open for Charlie.

Charlie slipped past and glanced around, finding the room to be sparse. There was a bed, single chair, a box tv on top of a desk and a bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower. Almost something you would find in a motel. Not the most idea ideal place, but just enough for what would go down.

The door closed behind Charlie, Mark locked it behind him and wrapped his arms around the cat and pushed his pointed snout against Charlie's neck to sniff him again. "If at any point you want to stop, you just say 'cucumber', and I'll stop."

Charlie wanted to ask him the meaning behind the safe word when he felt the dog bite down on his neck, making him moan out as a paw rubbed down from his cotton t-shirt and into his pants. There was brief fumbling before the button was loosened and Charlie's shaft was enveloped by the canine's paw. It rubbed over the cockhead, making it slick as precum oozed over the paw pads.

Charlie could feel Mark grind more eagerly against his backside, moaning the whole time he pushed forward into the welcomed paw and then back against Mark's groin. Fuck he needed this so bad, Charlie turned around and grasped Mark's belt with both paws and unfastened it, pulling it off and pulled those black slacks down.

Mark stood in a pair of very comfortable looking trunks, his bulge properly pronounced. Charlie could just make out the shape of two plump nuts and the canine's foreign looking shaft causing it to tent into a point.

"Lose the underwear dog," Charlie ordered, which Mark quickly obeyed, the big Doberman hooked his thumbs inside his waistband and shucked the expensive looking underwear to his ankles and stepped out. Freed, his sheath hung out with the weight of the shaft filling it. The pointed tip poked from the end of it, a clear bead of fluid collected at the tip. His balls hung low, hefty and about the size of kiwis. The fur was just as short as the rest of his body and they swung back and forth with every movement Mark made. Charlie could just imagine the amount of cum churning inside those bad boys.

Mark made a playful pose, lifting his arms up and putting his paws behind his head as he posed half-naked in just his white dress shirt and black tie. He stuck the tip of his tongue out at Charlie before he reached up to unfasten his tie but was interrupted when Charlie grabbed it with a paw and pulled him forward as if it were a leash.

"Show off," Charlie muttered, still holding onto the tie with one paw while the other slipped underneath the hem of Mark's dress shirt. He raked his sharp, short claws across Mark's toned abs and squeezed his hips as Mark stood still in front of him, his muscles tensing up under the cat's paw.

The dress shirt did little to hide how impressive Mark's well-kept body was, the black canine's muscles could be seen underneath the white fabric, and what Charlie could see under the waistline was sleek and smooth, those two firm ass cheeks rippled as Mark stepped forward to stand in front of Charlie. A full head taller than the feline, Charlie couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what they were about to do.

"Don't think I didn't see you staring," Mark wagged as he reached around and effortlessly picked Charlie up by both his ass cheeks, carrying him to the bed. "Now it's your turn to lose your clothes, cat."

Charlie clung to Mark's neck, blushing as whatever feeling of dominance he had over the canine was brushed aside as he was swept off his feet. Charlie's jacket slipped off his shoulders and joined Mark's underwear and jacket on the floor before he was tossed on top of the bed. It creaked under Charlie's weight as he bounced once off the spring mattress. The bed groaned as Mark brought a knee up on the bed and leaned forward, his snout snuffling under Charlie's t-shirt and pushed it upwards toward his face as he dragged his long pink tongue over Charlie's lean stomach.

"OOoooh... Mark..." Charlie moaned as his paws gripped the dobie's cropped ears, shivering under the cooling saliva on his belly fur. The Doberman responded with a happy murr as he pulled Charlie's shirt up and over his head but stopped before it was free of his wrists. He kept it there as he assaulted the cat's armpits and nipples with his teeth and tongue, teasing Charlie to no end.

Charlie writhed and giggled in ticklish pleasure, pinned underneath Mark's body as the canine had straddled his waist and kept his arms over his head. 'Who knew canines could be such teases?' Charlie bucked and kicked his legs as they were only parts that could move freely.

"MM-Mark!" Charlie gasped for air as the Doberman stuck his cold wet nose under his right armpit, sniffing the feline's musk and collecting the sweat Charlie had worked up over the evening while dancing.

Mark stopped and sat up, pulling Charlie's shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind him. He sat back, his ass resting on Charlie's throbbing erection that was still stuck in his pants. 'The damned dog knows exactly what he's doing,' Charlie thought as he felt Mark slowly gyrate his naked rump on top of the bulge.

Charlie watched curiously as Mark's cock hardened and slipped free of his sheath. It was much different from his own, it had a pointed tip and while tubular, briefly slimmed in the center before thickening back up and into a fat bulbous knot at the base where it stuck out a sheath that matched the same color as his tan markings on his face.

Mark noticed Charlie's confused expression and laughed to himself. "Guess this is the first time you've seen a dog's dick," he reached down and stroked himself, oozing precum into Charlie's belly button. "Isn't there some saying amongst you cats... curiosity killed the cat? Hope you've got all nine lives, Charlie because something tells me your curiosity will be well stated after tonight."

Charlie didn't say anything but bit his lip as Mark leaned forward and began to lick his way southward as the dobie slipped down his thighs and calves. The canine's impressive tongue licked his belly button clean as he pulled the dark denim jeans off, leaving Charlie in his own underwear. Charlie's tail swished back and forth as he felt Mark's snout push against his bulge and inhale his scent.

"Grab my ears," Mark said in a way that seemed suggestive but at the same time almost begging. "I desperately need this."

He reinstated what he wanted by nosing Charlie's throbbing bulge and dragging his tongue over what was obviously Charlie's balls under the cotton fabric.

Charlie purred and took ahold of those pointed ears, grinding up into the Doberman's muzzle and held him in place. "Yeah? Got myself a horny cock hound?"

Mark nodded eagerly against the twitching bulge.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get my bone in your mouth."

Almost instantly, Mark's muzzle had found its way past the waistband and Charlie's impressive seven inches deep in the dobie's muzzle. Charlie moaned as he bucked into the wet maw, feeling the tongue wrap itself around his flesh as Mark bobbed on his own. Charlie kept his paws on the dobie's ears, holding them as he gave a few good thrusts upwards between those dark lips that kissed his sheath.

"OOoh Mark," Charlie moaned as the dobie shifted so that Charlie could prop his legs up over the canine's broad shoulders and his feet rest on his backside. Mark was bent over in such a way Charlie could see the dobie's nub wagging back and forth as he serviced the cat's oozing shaft.

Charlie bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but it was proving difficult with how talented Mark was with his tongue. He didn't want to admit it but he was already close to orgasm. He gripped the cropped ears as he tugged and pulled them, trying to get the Doberman off his cock. His toes curled as he squeezed Mark's head between his thighs, letting out a wiltering mew and a strangled warning.

"C-cumming M-Mark!" he stammered as he arched his back and held Mark's head down. He felt his balls tighten and his shaft swell briefly before he ejaculated into Mark's throat, filling the dobie's throat with warm kitty spunk. They shared a moan as Mark didn't try to pull up, he just kept his head down and swallowed every drop Charlie had to offer.

Even as Charlie's orgasm faded, he felt the dobie's skilled tongue lick his rigid shaft clean, teasing the barbs near the gland. Charlie shuddered as he released Mark's ears and put one of his paws on his own chest, heaving for air as Mark climbed up and straddled the feline.

"Don't tell me you're done after one orgasm," Mark teased playfully as he reached behind him, stroking Charlie's cock behind his wagging ass. "I rented this room out for the whole night, and I expect to milk every minute of it with you."

Charlie wanted to ask for a small break when he felt something squeeze around the tip of his prick. The stroking stopped, and Mark's face grimaced briefly as he held the base of Charlie's dick while he sat back. Charlie could only moan as he felt Mark slowly slide down on top of his dick, the canine's tailhole clenching on top of the spit-lubed dick.

Grabbing Mark's hips from under his dress shirt, Charlie lifted his knees and propped his feet on the mattress and decided to give the dog on top of him what he wanted. He thrust up and into that tight bubble butt, hearing the soft clap of groin colliding with ass and the pleasured moan escape Mark's muzzle. The big canine pushed back as his prostate was hit by the tip of Charlie's dick and the barbs tickled the sides of his tight fleshy tunnel.

Mark bounced on top of Charlie's dick, riding it like a pro as he hunched forward and braced himself on his paws that were placed on either side of Charlie's arms. Charlie kept his paws on Mark's hips, thrusting up as Mark sat back down. Charlie's cock was rock hard again as the dobie's ass squeezed and caressed every inch of it.

Mark arched his back, moaning particularly loud as his prostate was hit repeatedly, causing his own cock to spurt precum over Charlie's stomach as it bounced untouched. Mark looked down at Charlie who had an evil glint in his eye. He was about to ask when the feline pulled out sharply and pushed the Doberman off his lap and to the side. Mark grunted as he fell onto his side, his slightly gaped tailhole tingled as precum oozed out of it and the cat pounced on top of him, lining his tip back to the hole.

"You think I'd just lay back and let you do all the work?" Charlie mrowled as he wrapped Mark's tie around his paw, getting it short and tight around the Doberman's neck.

Mark had to lean up as he felt the distance from his neck and the cat's paw draw closer, his ears pinning back as he felt the feline's shaft sink inside him as the cat pulled him closer to him as he stood off to the side of the mattress.

"OOooh, Charlieeee..." Mark shuddered and moaned as the barbs passed by his prostate, tickling the sensitive area and made his cock flex and squirt precum over the wrinkling dress shirt.

The Doberman kept his legs apart for Charlie as Charlie hilted him, feeling those hefty nuts against his groin as he looked down at the hopeless dobie that was tied around his paw. Charlie couldn't help but purr as he felt a surge of dominance wash over him and pulled back and slammed back in. Mark reacted just how he wanted, he threw his head back and barked loudly as he was taken by a cat. For something that had been frowned upon for countless generations, it felt so right to give into those lustful desires.

With one paw gripping the Doberman's tie, Charlie let his other paw stroke up the Doberman's neck and his gulping Adam's apple before he scritched the good boy's chin. Mark's nub wagged underneath his rump, the movements encouraged Charlie to continue to thrust into the male's tight ass that squeezed around his shaft so wonderfully.

Mark's eyes fluttered as his prostate was pounded and his tie was yanked with each thrust Charlie had to give him. He wanted to grab his dick and cum all over himself as he was filled by Charlie, but his elbows kept his upper half propped up to prevent his tie from strangling him. He focused on clenching on Charlie's prick every time the cat filled him with his rock-hard dick, letting the overwhelming sensations of warm pleasure fill his bowels.

Charlie's movements became more sporadic as he felt his second orgasm rapidly approaching, his grip on the tie loosening as he instead pushed Mark down on his back, hunching over him as his paw gripped the Doberman's neck. Mark's breathing became ragged, but he never told him to stop, so Charlie kept going. He slammed his hips back and forth repeatedly, the hard-wet slaps echoed in the room as Charlie felt his balls pull up and he let out a high-pitched mew and unloaded inside the Doberman.

Mark gripped the bedsheets as his eyes rolled back and felt Charlie cum inside him, each spurt made the Doberman tighten his thighs together, holding Charlie between them as his own balls couldn't hold back anymore. He howled and arched, spraying his own load across his dress shirt, Charlie's forearm and even hit his chin. They collapsed in a heap after their orgasms faded, Charlie slumped on top of Mark, feeling sticky as he lay on the Doberman's cum stained shirt.

Panting, Mark held Charlie in his arms as they basked in the afterglow and listened to the cat breathe heavily. He could feel Charlie's cock twitch as it softened within him, letting excess cum leak out around the length and dribble down his crack and to his wagging nub tail. He heard Charlie purr deeply as he took a moment to catch his breath.

"Enjoy yourself?" Mark finally piqued up, his ears perked as he lifted his head slightly to lick Charlie across the top of his head.

"Ack, dog slobber," Charlie grumbled as he felt his black fur get slicked up and reached up to mat it back down. "I did up until you licked me!"

"That's not what you said when I was licking you earlier," Mark feigned being hurt and then rolled them over so he was now looking at Charlie and growled deeply. "Now it's my turn."

"Your turn?" Charlie asked cautiously, his tailhole clenching instinctively from the tone in the Doberman's voice. He wasn't sure how he felt about letting a dog back there.

Mark delivered a swift and sharp spank across Charlie's ass as he rolled Charlie onto his stomach. There wasn't much Charlie could do against the Doberman's strength, he was lifted up onto all fours with his tail sticking straight up in the air as the Doberman got up behind him, doggy-style.

Charlie froze as he felt the Doberman's maleness rub between his ass cheeks and blushed furiously. It felt bigger than it looked, and even that was almost intimidating enough. His hips were held steady as Mark continued to hot dog his bone against those soft cheeks, panting to himself as he watched his cock harden again as he leaked precum over the tight pink pucker in the middle of Charlie's ass cheeks.

He paused a moment when he noticed Charlie's stiffened back and hesitant breathing. Mark leaned over and licked Charlie's neck and nibbled on his ear before whispering, "This isn't your first time bottoming is it?"

Charlie shook his head quickly, blushing as he looked back at the concerned Doberman. "No, no!" He said a little too quickly and then paused. "Just... fighting off preconceived ideas of dogs."

Mark stopped and pulled back, his cropped ears folded back and he looked a little hurt. "Still don't trust me?" Mark asked as he sat down on his messy rump, holding his paws on his lap as if to cover himself up.

Charlie felt guilt suddenly build up inside him and he moved to sit next to Mark, taking one of those tan colored paws in his and squeezed it. "No, Mark, I didn't mean it like that. You've been nothing short of a gentle-dog, and have helped me overcome a lot of misconceptions about dogs. And..." He paused as he felt his cheeks blush under his black fur. "I want you to make love to me."

Mark smiled half-heartedly as one of his ears perked up at Charlie's final sentence and lifted a brow. "You know, I won't be a gentle-dog when I'm making love to you. You might wake up bruised in the morning."

Charlie mrowled and straddled the Doberman's lap, feeling the shaft rub up under his balls and taint as his arms wrapped around Mark's neck and purred. "A little pain never hurt anyone," he encouraged as he bit the Doberman's neck, just enough to break the skin and taste the Doberman's blood.

"Ow, what the fuck?" Mark growled as he felt the stinging pain as Charlie's teeth bit his neck, his predatory instincts kicked in.

"Giving you something to remember me by after tonight," Charlie shrugged as he moved his hips until he found what he was looking for. Mark's pointed cock tip prodded his rear entrance, twitching in need. "Fuck me, Mark, claim me like the good for nothing dog you are..." Charlie did his best to sound needy, he was. So, what if it was a little embellished.

Charlie let out a surprised yelp as he felt two strong paws spread his ass cheeks wide open, and the cock between them start moving up and down, smearing more precum. Mark ducked his head and opened his maw wide, grasping Charlie's neck as he stood up with Charlie in his arms and slammed him into the wall, holding him in place.

"Ooh, don't worry pussycat... I'll claim your ass over and over again until there's more dog than cat inside your pretty insides." Mark growled dominantly, making Charlie quiver in anticipation.

He didn't have to wait long before Mark's shaft penetrated his ass and he was slammed into the wall once more as Mark buried every inch of his bone inside him. Charlie swore loudly and dug his claws into the back of Mark's long and slender neck, drawing more blood as Mark retaliated and sunk his own teeth into the cat's neck. He tasted blood as Charlie's body shuddered as he sank down on the rock hard bone burrowing its way inside him.

Charlie held on for dear life as he was pounded against the wall, supported by one of Mark's paws that held his ass cheeks, the Doberman's arm was outstretched and braced against the wall. Charlie's arms hooked around the Doberman's neck, though one paw scratched the back of his head and one of his ears. Something inside them just clicked and they were just horny beasts, overcome by their lustful desires to be stopped.

A neighbor on the other side of their room pounded on the door and shouted something they couldn't hear and wouldn't stop to listen to. Mark barked as he slammed his swollen knot against Charlie's tailhole, the pink flesh turning a shade of red as it was brutally pounded, puffing up as the pistoning shaft slid in and out of the well-lubricated ring. The feeling of pain and pleasure overwhelmed Charlie as he mewed loudly and let his head drop back against the wall, the top of it moved with his body as he was bounced with Mark's powerful hips and knot.

"Ooh fuck Mark, I want that inside me," Charlie cried out as he felt his tailhole sting from being stretched open, much wider than ever before in his life.

"I'm trying," the Doberman admitted as he growled in frustration, holding his bitch to the wall. There was nothing more than he wanted to do than to tie his knot and fill Charlie with his love seed. He wasn't having much luck as the feline's body lurched on its own when he tried to thrust in, that it would pull away.

Furrowing his dotted brows together, Mark turned around and slammed Charlie down on the bed, dazing the cat momentarily as he wrapped his arms around Charlie and held him in place as he hunched over him. Charlie's claws dug into Mark's shirt, tearing it slightly as Charlie clung to the dobie's back muscles. Mark pounded away, wet squelches of lovemaking could be heard as precum was forcefully fucked deep and then out of Charlie's loosening tailhole before it was plugged away by the knot trying to make its way inside him.

Finally, it gave way, Charlie's tailhole surrendered briefly to the rapid thrusts and the knot popped in. Charlie let out a loud meow as his claws scratched Mark's back as the Doberman bit his bitch's shoulder, tasting blood again as his knot tugged on the feline's rear end before he pushed once more and let loose.

Charlie's eyes shot wide from burning pain coming from where Mark bit him and his tailhole screaming at him for letting a dog bury his knot inside him. Then he felt it. One, two, three... ten intense spurts of cum filling him, with nowhere else to go but deeper inside him. The pain was washed away by the new feeling of being filled by Mark's warm seed, and he relaxed as he surrendered completely to Mark. His eyes rolled back as his legs quivered.

Euphoric waves crashed over him and Charlie forgot everything in the world for a moment, his friends, his job, his family, the things he was taught when he was just a kitten about how dogs were bad. It was replaced instead with being stuck in this moment with Mark forever, filled with his pups. He felt a smile form on his face as he found himself believing such a future existed, before he returned to reality and saw Mark looking down at him, red fluid on his muzzle.

"Is that... my blood?" Charlie asked as he realized that his shoulder and neck still stuck from where he'd been bitten.

"I...uhhh... sorry," Mark stammered as he wiped his lips with the back of his paws. "I may have gotten a little carried away."

Charlie released his tight grip on Mark's back and saw the blood on his claws and shrugged as innocently as he could. "I think we both did... are you in pain?"

"Nothing I can't handle," Mark grinned and tried to look as masculine as he could, which didn't take much effort for the Doberman. "How about we head to the shower and wash off?"

Purring, Charlie clenched on the knot that still throbbed inside him. "How long until this goes down?"

"Usually thirty minutes or so..."

"Think you can go again before that?"

Mark stood up, lifting Charlie up into his arms, his cock twitching in arousal. "I told you, we've got all night."