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Zola sighed as he strode through the front door, wiping his paws off on the door mat as he swung the door closed. "Tali, you home?" Swivelling his dish-like ears, he looked around for a moment before dropping his keys in the bowl and pulling off his jacket. Odd. Typically he did get home before his mate, but Tali had the day off today. At least, he thought Tali did.

Tail swishing behind him, he tossed his jacket onto the rack and made his way down the hall. He could smell his mate, but that didn't exactly mean much - they had been living together so long, that the whole house smelled permanently of the two of them. It did seem like there was something else hanging around, but until he had a bit of food in him, the African wild dog couldn't be bothered to check it.

Poking his head into the kitchen, Zola was unsurprised to see that no food had been pulled out. He shook his head ruefully, a small smile tugging at his mouth as he walked over to the fridge to fetch some leftovers. "Hopeless, you're hopeless Tali." The deal was always the same - if Tali pulled food out before he left for work, Zola would cook it for him. If not, it was leftovers. It seemed like a suspicious amount of times that his mate would forget, and Zola would have started to suspect that Tali was just trying to avoid his cooking if he didn't clearly enjoy it so much. Guess he's just an idiot... A lovable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless!

The sound of claws tapping against the hardwoods on the floor above made him look up sharply, ears perking and tail raising. "Tali? That you?" He chuckled, tossing a packet of frozen beef onto the counter. "It's leftovers again, you dumbass." Turning around, he put a few more things out on the counter, but... The way that Tali was coming down the stairs sounded bizarre, like he was just barely keeping himself from falling, limbs akimbo. Looking back to the stairs, he saw his mate's tan face appear - and then a four-legged body followed it as the feral dog trotted off the stairs and into the kitchen.

Zola reacted by not reacting at all, stupefied and jaw agape. That dog... Looked almost entirely identical to his mate. Anatolian Shepherd, just like Tali. Same tan fur patterns, same dark muzzle, same flopped ears, same perk to his tail. Except... It clearly wasn't Tali, because Tali didn't have four legs. Still, the resemblance was uncanny.

Shaking his head, Zola hesitantly approached the dog, hand outstretched. "Hey boy, it's okay," he cooed, holding his hand before the dog's nose to allow him to catch Zola's scent. For a moment, the dog just sniffed at his hand, but then with a tail wag, a warm wet tongue licked at his hand.

Taking this as permission, Zola slowly scratched behind the dog's ears. "You're a good boy, eh? Not my Tali, but you sure look similar!" Plopping himself down on the floor, he let his hands roam around the dog's panting head and chest. He scratched at the dog's neck quickly; no collar, but he hadn't thought he had seen one. "So, what are ya doing here, boy?" Boy? Zola ducked his head down, and then popped it back up immediately, a blush darkening his cheeks below his paint fur. Definitely a boy, and a packer at that... In fact, that's another way he looks a lot like Tali. Un-neutered, too. Odd.

He stayed patting the dog for a couple minutes, but the dog couldn't exactly explain why he was there. "Tali bring you here, bud?"

Bark!

"That a yes or a no?" Zola chuckled to himself, patting the dog's flank. "I guess you're not going to answer me, eh?" The couple texts he had sent to Tali hadn't been answered, and neither had his attempt to call Tali. Scratching idly at the dog's ears, he shook his head. "Guess you're just going to be Tali 2.0, for now. That work for you, boy?"

Bark bark!

"Right on, pal." Giving Tali 2 a final pat, Zola slowly stood up, stretching stiff legs. He sighed in relief as his knees popped, walking back into the kitchen. Guess beef will work for him too, Zola thought to himself. Popping the freezer open again, he stretched up onto his tiptoes and reached back in, pulling out a second pack. Just in case.

Checking his phone one last time, he still couldn't see any messages from Tali. Weird. "I'm gonna go have a shower, boy... You just hang out here and... I dunno, try not to chew anything?"

***

Zola was interrupted from drying out his stiff fur by a scratching sound at the door of the bathroom. "Tali?" he asked without thinking, patting his towel against his head. The only answer was a low whine, so that answered that question. "Just hang on... Tali," he called out, hastily patting dry a few wetter spots. "Damn it, can't even leave him alone for twenty minutes... And I still don't get why he's here!" Muttering under his breath, Zola hung his towel up on the rack after wringing it out over the tub.

Still dripping slightly, Zola pulled the bathroom door open slowly, revealing one very sad looking dog laying at the bottom. As soon as the dog saw his face though, his tail began beating back and forth in a rapid staccato pattern, eyes dancing and ears up. "Relax, boy!" Zola exclaimed, scratching at the excited dog's head. "I was gone for what, twenty minutes tops?"

Suddenly, Tali 2.0 leapt up, planting his paws against Zola's shoulders. The sudden weight knocked him backwards, and with a choked yell he fell back on his ass, tucking his tail out of the way out of reflex. The heavy dog landed on him, paws landing straddled around his shoulders and belly pressed into his legs; panting, he looked at Zola with a distinctly satisfied expression on his feral face. Leaning down, he started licking up and down Zola's freshly washed face, lines of saliva matting down his once-clean fur.

"Get off me, you doofus..." Zola laughed, pushing at Tali 2's heavy head and trying to escape his relentless tongue assault. However, the dog didn't budge, but instead doubled down on his attack, licking up and down Zola's neck and muzzle. "Come on, boy... Seriously." Zola put both of his hands against Tali's chest, and even though the dog weighed almost as much as Zola himself, he was finally able to shove him back off his chest. "Dogs," Zola muttered.

However, just when he thought he'd escaped, Zola suddenly felt an entirely different sensation sparking through his lower half. Snapping his head down, he was bewildered to see the feral dog lapping at his sheath and balls - and not just licking, but lapping his tongue over the tip of his sheath again and again, delving in slightly and tickling at Zola's hidden tip. "Whoooa, boy... Take it easy."

Zola didn't immediately push him away though - it took his befuddled mind a moment to register what was happening, and in that time Tali 2 moved on from his sheathed cock to his balls and below, and was now lapping at his tight tailhole. "C'mon, boy..." Brain finally catching up, he pushed against the dog's thick head again, trying to close his legs, but Tali 2 was having none of it. Using his blocky head like a wedge, he shoved his way between the anthro's furry legs and dove back down at his sheath, attacking it with a frenzy of licks. "Knock it oooooff." Zola couldn't help but moan - much to his chagrin, he could feel his cock starting to respond to the unwanted attention, swelling up in his tight sheath.

Embarrassed, he managed to plant a foot against the dog's thick chest, and finally managed to shove the determined dog off. Scrambling to his feet, Zola looked down at himself and blushed - not only was his entire crotch absolutely slathered in dog slobber now (thick strings of it clinging to his balls of all places!), but the tip of his tapered red cock was sticking out of his sheath. Fucking hell, he thought with a grimace, he really got me going there.

Zola glared at the dog for a moment. "You know, you aren't even supposed to be here, damned perverted dog." He tried to make his voice stern, but he couldn't keep it steady. "And now you've got me all worked up, without even my mate for a quickie."

He waved a finger at the dog. "And no, that doesn't mean you get to finish me off, you horndog."

Tali 2 tilted his head and sat down, whining lowly. His ears went down, but his tail stayed wagging slightly.

"Yeah, you know you aren't supposed to do that kind of shit, eh?" Zola crouched down, keeping his crotch well away from the dog's face while he scratched at Tali 2's ears again. "It's okay, boy, don't worry about it."

Whining slightly, Tali 2 shifted on his haunches, and for a brief moment Zola saw a hint of red protruding out of the dog's prominent sheath. Fuck me, he got turned on by that too? Zola felt his mostly sheathed cock give a pulse, and with burning cheeks he leapt back to his feet. "Let's get us some dinner, boy." And hopefully put this behind us.

***

Try as he might, though, Zola simply couldn't get the thought of the dog's wide, slick tongue out of his mind. Sure, he had gone through the motions of an ordinary night - shortly after his shower, Tali had finally texted him, just to say that he would be home late, and that he had found a dog. No shit, I kinda noticed, Zola thought with a grin, responding in an equally snarky manner. Dinner was made with little problem, other than the fact that there was now an even bigger mooch in the house than Tali. As usual, he went around the house in the nude - it wasn't like there was usually anyone there but his mate to see, and he never really felt the need to cover up around Tali. Thankfully, Tali 2 seemed to have calmed down since the 'incident' outside the bathroom - now, he was just following Zola around calmly, giving the African wild dog his best puppy dog eyes as food was being thawed.

No, the problems resurfaced when he sat down to eat his dinner. Despite the fact that Tali 2 had only been interested in the food moments earlier, the instant his still-bare ass hit a chair at the table, the dog's blocky muzzle drove directly between his legs again. At first, Zola tried to distract Tali 2 with some food - maybe he'll lose interest if I toss him some chicken? It was to no avail. Even waving the food in front of the dog's slavering jaws where he couldn't possibly miss it did nothing to dissuade the sloppy canine from licking at his bare balls. Fucking horny dog, he thought, barely suppressing a moan. He had to admit, he loved having his balls played with, and although Tali himself would suckle on them as often as Zola would allow - there was something about the feral's big tongue washing over his precious orbs that just felt amazing.

So, Zola let it happen. He tried to hold his arousal back, tried to finish his dinner like he wasn't having his balls lavished with attention - but it just wasn't possible. Within no time, his tapered tip had poked free of its furry sheath, and given that the occasional tongue flick made its way onto his sheath, it was only seconds later that he was half unsheathed and throbbing. His knot wasn't hard yet, but he could feel its beginnings still trapped; before he could even gasp, he felt the subtle pull from his groin as a little jet of pre spurted from his tip. It had barely splattered against his now-matted belly fur before Tali 2's tongue was there, and like the feral dog was drinking some precious nectar, it was gone without a trace.

This dog is determined, Zola thought, shivering. Well... What's the worst that could come from humouring him? Again, a deep blush darkened his cheeks. After the first burst of pre, he had begun spurting regular little jets, and each of these was licked up in turn. His knot was actually starting to get uncomfortably swollen in his sheath - and that was what prompted him to get up. Patting Tali 2's head, he wagged involuntarily as the feral's head followed his groin, tongue still lathering up the already-sopping fur on his balls. Relentless. "C'mon, boy, let's take this somewhere..." He looked around a moment, seeing his half-eaten dinner cooling on the table. "More appropriate."

If anything, Zola's blush only darkened as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. The claws clicking against the hardwoods behind him only reminded him of how real this was, and exactly what he was planning to do. Which is... What? He wasn't quite sure, but was fairly confident that he would be sore the next day if things went through the whole way. For a brief moment, as he walked into the bedroom, he thought of his mate - but let's face it, Tali is a bit of a freak anyways. Zola chuckled nervously, patting the excited feral's head as he trotted by. He would probably be right here beside me.

Unbidden by Zola, Tali 2 hopped up onto the couple's queen sized bed. Sniffing around for a moment, he quickly turned his attention back to the wild dog. He sat down, sheath taut between his haunches, balls resting on the comforter, and tilted his head as if to say Well?

Zola gulped. The feral looked so damn similar to his mate, it was uncanny. Aside from the whole four-legged thing, of course, he could be Tali. The thought excited Zola, and with a grin he felt his hesitation drain away as arousal coursed through his body once again. "Fine, you want to fuck, boy?"

Bark!

I'll take that as a yes, Zola grinned. Wagging his tail subconsciously, he hopped up on the bed in front of the dog and bowed, bumping his head up against Tali 2's neck and licking his fur. Growling playfully, he wrapped his arms around the dog's body and shoved; Tali 2 wagged his tail and flopped over on his back happily, grinning in a very dog-like way.

Now that the dog was rolled over, Tali took a moment to really inspect just what he was working with. Lined up towards his muzzle, the dog's heavy sheath bobbled as the dog wagged. It's thick, loose length was lightly covered in white fur; his balls were dark and rough skinned in the way of ferals, with a light dusting of the same creamy fur across them. The sheath was slightly bulged out at the base; clearly, the feral was enjoying himself.

Zola reached down, but stopped just shy of Tali 2's sheath. Even though he'd gone this far, those last few centimetres felt like an eternity. If I stop now, if I just... Get up, get off the bed, leave the room... It'll never have happened. He chuckled to himself. At this point, nothing had actually happened, beyond the dog licking him. However... It felt like he would be passing some intangible barrier by resting his hand down on the wagging dog's thick sheath.

He might have been frozen in indecision, had Tali 2 not decided to take matters into his own paws. Wriggling forwards, he stuck his head up between Zola's legs and started licking once again, slathering both his balls and the base of his sheath with slippery spit.

Fine, I get it, I get it! With a moment's hesitation (and a low groan), Zola reached his shaky paw down and wrapped it around the feral's sheath.

No fireworks. No lightning from on high. No ringing alarms, no one gasping at his perverse audacity. Just... Warmth. Smooth skin, soft and short fur. Gentle pulse. A subtle hint of hardness lurking within.

Emboldened now, the wild dog wrapped his paw firmly around the loose tube of skin, gently grabbing the feral's heavy balls with his other. Leaning down, he buried his nose in the dog's balls, struck this time by not the similarities but the differences between this big shepherd and his own mate. Unlike his mate, who showered daily, shampooed his fur - this dog, while clean, had an entirely unique scent from that of Tali. It wasn't overpowering, but he had a musky, feral scent to him.

Leaning back up, he looked down again. Thick sheath in one hand, his own thickening sheath bobbing before his stomach, and he suddenly had an idea. Well, Tali sure likes it - guess we'll see if his doppelganger does too!

Letting his other paw wander up to his own sheath, Zola pulled it down slightly, letting his tip and the first inch or two of half-engorged canine cock slide free. It didn't take long or much pressure on his base before a gentle squirt of pre splashed from his pointy tip, and with a sigh the wild dog used his fingers to spread the slick fluid over his peaking shaft. When it felt as slippery as it would get, he squeezed lightly at Tali 2's sheath - the feral had lost his residual hardness, and now it just felt soft and loose. Perfect.

Hunching down, Zola pressed the tip of his shaft up against the feral's own soft sheath. Flaccid as Tali 2 was, there was virtually no resistance to his pointed shaft's entry, and with a soft groan the wild dog felt it slide home.

Warm. Slick. Tight. Soft. There was nothing for it but to moan and bite his lip, just barely holding himself back from thrusting his full length in. Sucking in a breath, he slowly pushed forwards, pushing deeper and deeper into the welcoming depths. The feral dog's cock was still soft, but the slick contact of the dog's most intimate flesh rubbing against Zola's own felt incredible. Feeling the dog's sheath pushing back his own was one of the most erotic things he had ever felt.

Wrapping his paw around the dog's now-bulging sheath, Zola slowly pulled back, shivering at the tight warmth surrounding his tip. A sheath never felt the same as being buried balls-deep under his mate's tail - but he would be hard pressed to say which he preferred. The soft, warm sheath with a hint of hardness encased within was an amazing counterpoint to the raw heat and tightness of Tali's rear that he was so familiar with.

With all the licking the feral had given him earlier, Zola was already feeling a bit close, and with the slickness of his and the dog's shared pre helping his cock glide through the dog's sheath, he wasn't sure he could last much longer. Panting steadily now, he started bucking his hips faster. Reaching down, he was surprised to find his knot already half swollen - wrapping his fingers around it, he gently pulled back on his own sheath, wincing slightly as the tight tube stretched around the engorging bulb. Finally, with a satisfied groan his bulbous knot slipped free of his constricting sheath

Wrapping one familiar paw around the base of his knot, Zola couldn't help but redouble his thrusts against the little electric shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. Tail wagging involuntarily and hips flying, muscles straining and cock tip bottoming out against the end of Tali's sheath, he moaned loudly. He wasn't able to thrust as deep as he might have liked; a knotted sheath felt bad when it was one's own sheath, and he couldn't imagine that Tali 2 would enjoy having his own equipment stretched so far. Instead, he thrust with short, powerful jabs, pushing forward far enough to let his knot kiss up against the rim of the dog's fuzzy sheath.

At this stage, Zola's moans were flowing as freely as his pre. Tali always kidded with him, saying he sounded like a bad porno actor, but he couldn't help it - when the feeling struck him, he just couldn't keep quiet to save his life. Shoving over and over again into the increasingly tight and wet confines of the dog's sheath, he shivered at the feeling of the feral's cock slowly expanding against his own. Tali even began to thrust back against him slightly, fuzzy tan-coloured testes shifting and rocking against his abdomen in time with their mutual humping.

Finally, it was more than Zola could bear. Hunching down over the dog's belly and leaning on one elbow, he gripped furiously behind his own knot and thrust once... Twice... Three times... And then with a choked howl through gritted teeth, he felt the glorious rush of orgasm, and before he knew it he was squirting his thin, potent seed deep into the feral's sheath.

Grinding down against Tali 2's swelling cock, Zola felt his furry balls slap up against the feral's belly over and over as he thrust with abandon, electric pleasure of cumming blasting through his entire body as he coaxed out every last drop of seed his testes possessed. A warm wave washed over his groin, and he was vaguely aware of the fact that the dog's sheath was now overflowing with his white-hot seed and spilling out onto Tali 2's belly.

Eyes clenched tightly shut, he gave a couple of last slow jabs, and then sighed with contentment, letting his cock slip free of its erstwhile prison. Orgasmic high slowly fading, he let his eyes drift open slowly and looked down to see the mess he had caused.

There was jizz everywhere. His belly was lightly speckled with his pre, but his groin and Tali 2's belly were coated in the thin, pearlescent fluid. The dog's loose, off-white sheath was still dripping, a light strand of milky cum connecting his own still-pulsing tip to the loose fleshy tube. All around them, the sheets were speckled with damp spots from their mingled pre and saliva, and his own cock still pulsed with feeble drips of cum every few seconds.

Apparently, Tali 2 wasn't finished by a long shot. Even as Zola watched, the feral canine's own cock made its appearance, tip poking free slowly from his soaked sheath. Unable to resist, the wild dog ducked down, unashamedly grasping the dog's pulsing sheath and squeezing it around the feral's boned shaft. Playing with Tali's heavy orbs, he planted his lips around the feral's still-soft tip, groaning as the mix of flavours - at once familiar and foreign - washed over his tongue. His own musky semen, a flavour he had more than a passing familiarity with (why be flexible without taking advantage of it?), and Tali's own pre-seed - a salty, almost coppery taste, thin and watery but potent.

The effect of his lips tightening around Tali's pulsing tip was immediate. At the sudden pressure, the feral's hips instantly jerked, shoving his groin against Zola's muzzle and thrusting his now-unsheathing cock deep into his muzzle with a sharp jet of pre. Spluttering around the unexpected mouthful, Zola pulled back, the dog's next jet of pre spearing across his nose to splatter into his face fur. Feral pre and his own cum mingling and dripping from his mouth, Zola laughed as he coughed. Now here's a situation I wouldn't have seen when I got out of bed this morning.

With the warm lips removed from his cock, Tali 2's hips thrust a couple more times then slowed, balls jiggling gently with each twitch. Without Zola's lips to hold his sheath back, it slipped back over his long pink shaft until again only the tip remained invitingly exposed. The feral, now panting, looking back at Zola as if to say, That it?

Zola had always been a sucker for puppy dog eyes. Licking his lips again, he leaned back down, letting his tongue gently caress the dog's shaft. Now that he knew how Tali would react, he figured he could keep up with the feral's frantic thrusts. Again, the sharp flavour of virile male flooded his taste buds, a jet of pre splashing out almost the second his lips closed around the pink shaft.

As though he understood that he couldn't thrust as hard into Zola's muzzle, Tali 2 managed to restrain his hips to gentle jabs, and this time Zola was prepared for it. Lining his muzzle up parallel to the dog's sheath, he again pressed back the fleshy tube, exposing the feral's sensitive cock to his roving tongue. Zola's cheek pressed up against the dog's soft belly fur as he bobbed his muzzle, using his lips to keep the dog's sheath bunch up around the base as the soft shaft rapidly inflated. Tali's balls bobbled and bounced gently off his nose with every twitch of the feral's hips with almost metronomic rhythm.

Tali 2's knot was swelling slightly now, and to Zola's shock he felt his own flagging cock beginning to pulse anew. The spurts in his muzzle were growing in frequency and volume, and the texture was slowly thickening with each. Suckling happily, he again let his paws wander over the feral's hefty balls - and then nearly shit a brick when another paw joined his on the dog's nuts.

Gasping, he immediately inhaled the feral's next spurt of pre and coughed, spluttering and choking as he pulled his head back. Naturally, as soon as the dog's shaft had cleared his muzzle, the next volley splattered Zola directly in the eye, and with a curse under his breath the wild dog shook his head, rubbing at his eye. That fur on that paw had been the same colour as Tali 2's - that could only really be one person. At the realization, his heart finally dropped out of his throat.

Licking at his sticky and matted face, Zola stood up, putting his paw on his mate's own as he spun to face the big anthro anatolian shepherd. "You really need to give me warning before you pop up like that," he growled, wiping roughly at the side of his muzzle with the back of his paw. Despite the fact that his mate was a good foot taller than Zola, the wild dog still easily pulled Tali's head down level with his own and pulled him into a deep kiss. Gripping the tall man's chest fur tightly, Zola pushed his tongue deep into Tali's muzzle - despite the fact that it was still coated in a liberal layer of feral pre, he met no resistance as he shared a passionate tongue dance with the shepherd.

Tali reluctantly pulled away after a long moment, gently pushing Zola back so that he could catch his breath. Licking at Zola's black nose, he shivered at the coppery flavour of feral seed clinging to it. "You sure don't waste any time, do you?" he said with a wry grin, looking behind his mate at the big dog lounging on the sheets. The feral's shaft had retreated back to a pink, pulsing tip again, but the visible thickening of his sheath at his knot was easily visible through his short fur.

Snarling half-playfully, Zola glared at his mate. The taller dog was only half dressed - his shoes and business shirt had disappeared at some point between the front door and the bedroom, but he still wore his snappy gray slacks, a loosened belt dangling from their loops over the popped button. He wore a faintly bashful grin on his face, thin black lips drawn up crookedly to the left. Despite his thick fur, Zola knew him far too well to not be able to see the slight reddening of the inside of his folded ears that spoke of a heavy blush warming his cheeks. "Don't give me that shit, Tali. I know you too well - I'm half convinced that the reason this guy is in the house is because of his insatiable licking," Zola growled, waving back at the feral, who now true to form was licking at his sloppy crotch.

Keeping up the act, Zola ignored Tali's protestations. Snarl still on his face, he took a step towards Tali and grabbed the shepherd's package through his pants none-too-gently. Reaching his other paw around, he unclasped the tie over Tali's tail; working it out around his mate's tail, he then gripped the waistband and yanked. Whispering softly down his toned legs, the trousers pooled around his paws, leaving the big dog wearing only a pair of satin boxers. To Zola's delight, the boxers were already tented out slightly around the tip of Tali's sheath, a dark wet spot dappling the soft fabric.

A predatory teeth-baring grin wreathing his muzzle, Zola ripped down Tali's underwear and bared his pride to the air. At first glimpse, it looked almost identical to what the feral was packing - short off-white fur covering the dark-skinned balls, the same covering his long sheath to the distended tip. Zola didn't waste time comparing though - grabbing Tali's heavy orbs in one paw, he wrapped his other around the shepherd's sheath and pulled down, disgorging his thin pink shaft to the wild dog's mercy. It was bare for a scant second before Zola had wrapped his lips around it.

Thrilling in the feeling of his mate's most intimate anatomy throbbing in his muzzle, Zola wrapped his writhing tongue around the pulsing tip. Here the differences between the feral and his mate were apparent - and not only just because Tali wasn't currently gagging him by thrusting balls-deep into his mouth. The taste, for one - Tali 2's pre had been coppery, almost a metallic taste, but the pre that the real Tali's burgeoning cock squirted into his muzzle was a sweeter and far more palatable flavour. His musk was light, but the smell of it still tickled Zola's nose in all the best ways.

With a barely suppressed groan, Tali reluctantly pulled his mate off of his cock. "Tell you what," he panted, patting the wild dog's head. "Why don't you hop up on the bed, and then we can continue this?" He nodded in his feral doppelganger's direction. "Besides, after getting him worked up like that, it would be cruel to leave him hanging!" Tali 2 had flipped over onto his belly and had been slowly inching his way towards the pair; seeing them look back at him, he barked excitedly and hopped to his paws. As his exposed tip spurted a single jet of clear pre, Tali gave a mock sigh. "Besides, he'll ruin the sheets if we leave him like that."

With another quick lick to Tali's throbbing shaft, Zola hopped to his paws and crawled onto the bed, nuzzling at the feral for a moment before turning around. Lifting his tail and swishing it to the side, he rolled his hips downward slightly, exposing his tight pucker to the feral once again. He patted at his haunch encouragingly, but the feral apparently didn't need the help. Stretching forward, he sniffed at the musky hole for a moment before swiping his wide tongue across it. Just as earlier, he apparently loved the taste - the next swipes grew stronger as he delved deeper.

Zola's moan was cut off abruptly as his mate grabbed his muzzle and shoved his cock up against the wild dog's lips once again. Grinding his hips back up against the dog's questing tongue, he happily opened his maw again and took his mate's cock up to the sheath. Swirling his tongue around the ruddy shaft, Zola grabbed possessively at Tali's ass, using it to pull his mate closer. Growling lightly around the shaft, he let the tip of it rub up against the ridges on the roof of his mouth, suckling tightly.

Abruptly, the feral's tongue disappeared from his ass, but Tali 2 didn't leave him hanging for long. Half a second later, the feral's bulky weight landed on his back. Clasping his forepaws around Zola's hips, he began thrusting quickly and erratically. Zola could feel his hot, slick pre jetting across his backside, but apparently Tali 2 was having trouble finding his mark - letting go of Tali's ass for a moment, he propped himself up with his other hand and reached around behind him. It only took a moment to find the feral's heavy sheath; shifting his hindquarters, Zola pressed the end of Tali 2's sheath up against his tight pucker...

The wild dog couldn't help but yelp as the feral shepherd's thin shaft drove home, spearing him open on its slick length. Silently thanking his lucky stars for his earlier deep rimming slickening up his passage, Zola still couldn't help but squirm as the dog slammed his hips forwards again, letting his pendulous balls slap up against Zola's own.

"You okay there?" Despite his assertive act, there was a genuine note of concern in Tali's voice.

"Ngh... I'm fine," Zola grunted, words muffled around his mate's cock. There was nothing of Tali's concern in his look-alike's actions - driven by wild instinct to sow his seed, he had instantly started jackhammering his hips against Zola's ass. Balls slapping in a rapid staccato beat, his cock had instantly started engorging as he worked into the wild dog. "Just... Oooooooooooh."

It took a couple moments for his muscles to accommodate and stop fighting against the invading shaft, but the dog's deep jabs had started driving his tip directly against Zola's prostate and showed no sign of letting up. "Oh fuck," he whispered. His cock throbbed anew, fresh jets of pre beginning to splatter up against his belly as he adjusted to the rough pounding. "Fuck yes..."

Grabbing Tali's ass again roughly, Zola yanked him forward again. Thankful for his long muzzle, he still coughed a little as his mate's pointy tip grazed at the back of his throat. With the feral's heavy thrusts grazing his prostate, a deep-seated fire had awoken in his groin, pleasure spiking up higher and higher with each hump - and he didn't want to be the only one to blast off early! Wrapping his lips tight around his mate's cock, he started pulling at Tali's hips, simulating thrusting until the anthro got it.

Zola always had been sensitive, and the dog's thrusts set him off almost immediately. Hands-free, he felt his whole body clenching up as a hot spike of pleasure jolted through his cock - not a full orgasm, but a mini. Outwardly, it just looked like he spurted an extra strong jet of pre, but inwardly he was writhing in ecstasy. It took a moment to come down from - they always did, and always left him shaky and gasping. However, his mate didn't allow him much room to breathe deeply.

Tali started thrusting into Zola's muzzle lightly and carefully, in a dramatic contrast to his double. However, the sight of Zola suckling on the feral canid's shaft had apparently excited him more than he knew - his own orgasm was rapidly building, and gradually he abandoned his constraints, thrusting harder and harder. Balls slapping up against Zola's chin, he grabbed the back of his mate's head and started pulling him deeper and deeper.

The thick musk hanging in the room from three virile, rutting males would have been hard for anyone to ignore, but it only egged them on, driving each to new heights of arousal. Zola could feel the feral's knot now, popping in and out lightly on each thrust. It was still small, but it was clearly growing on every thrust. In any other state of mind, he might have wondered just how big it would get, how it would compare to Tali's or his own - but right now, he just needed it inside of himself. Reaching around again, he nestled his paw between the feral's bouncing balls and his own ass, clutching at Tali 2's knot and driving it deeper.

Having fingers wrapped around his knot drove Tali 2 crazy - somehow, he managed to redouble his speed, rocking Zola's lean body in time with each thrust of his powerful hips. His aim was impeccable, too - every time jabbed and rubbed against Zola's sensitive organ, and the wild dog was powerless to stop from moaning on each impact. Mini after mini ripped through his body, but still the feral was relentless. Of course, his moans were muffled by the thick shaft in his muzzle - but even Tali's knot was thickening, taking a bit more of a stretch each time to allow it to pop in and out.

Zola's own knot by now was pretty much fully engorged once again, cock spewing quick, thin jets of pre across his belly fur and the bed sheets. Tali 2's quick thrusts were doing wonders on him. Now, the feral's knot no longer popped in and out on each thrust - it was a little too swollen for that. It mashed up hard against his tight pucker, but without a little extra help it might become too big to fit at all. Oh no you don't, you little bastard... Zola thought, tightening his grip behind the feral's turgid bulb. Pulling him in as hard as he could, the AWD grimaced as the shepherd's next thrust stretched him, wider and wider... And then...

POP

The wild dog couldn't help but cry out in a combination of absolute bliss and pain. The intense fullness spoke to the size of the feral's knot - at least as big as Tali's own, and definitely a little larger than what Zola was packing. Just like Tali, his feral counterpart's knot managed to wedge tightly up against the wild dog's prostate, and every short powerful thrust of his hips ground it in ever harder. Fuck... He could feel the pleasure spiking again, but more potently this time, building up to a true orgasm.

Growling in ecstasy, he let go of the dog's shaft (because it certainly wasn't slipping out now!) and grabbed Tali's ass possessively. Pulling his mate in closer, he widened his jaws as best he could, and barely suppressed a gag as Tali's knot slipped past his teeth and into his waiting maw. The long, pointy tip jostled and poked around at the back of his throat, suffusing his mouth with the potent flavour of virile male pre. His nose was now buried in Tali's short, musky pubic fur - and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Spitroasted and knotted from both ends, Zola's ecstasy finally peaked, and with a muffled howl he erupted hands free. Streak after white streak of rich seed slashed the bed sheets, but even in the throes of his euphoria he could feel the feral on his back suddenly clench up. Tali 2 gave a couple final, solid thrusts and then collapsed panting onto his back - the jets of hot pre Zola had felt the entire time suddenly got stronger, splashing and filling his inner passages. The knowledge that the feral was cumming at the same time as him gave Zola a visceral thrill, and only heightened his pleasure.

The sight of his mate cumming hands-free at only the work of a feral dog was too much for Tali to bear. Grabbing Zola's head with both paws, he tipped his head back into a long, high-pitched howl as he climaxed. Balls spasming, he dug his claws into the rug, driving his knot as deep as it would go into the wild dog's tight maw.

Zola gulped as quick as he could, but the heavy spurts quickly overwhelmed him. Little rivulets of Tali's thin cum dribbled down his cheeks, pooling on the sheets and soaking his neck fur. He always loved his mate's unique taste, potent and musky with a hint of sweetness, but there wasn't usually this much of it!

Finally, Zola's almost unbearably powerful climax started dwindling, and with a deep growl of pleasure he settled into his warm afterglow, cock still pulsing slow spurts of cum. He could feel hot lines of feral seed dribbling down his thighs, but for the most part Tali 2's knot did a good job of keeping it plugged up inside. Shifting around roughly, the feral twisted himself and flopped back down onto his front paws on the bed, standing rump to rump with the wild dog. Zola couldn't contain a shiver as the thick shaft twisted deep within him, knot squeezing against his prostate on the way.

The wild dog tried to let his mate's knot free from his muzzle, but at this stage it was far too big. It was all he could do to keep his teeth from digging in to the sensitive flesh; despite it not being the most comfortable position, he still wouldn't have traded it for anything. Letting his nose fall forward, Zola sighed happily as he breathed in Tali's musk. Tali's balls pulsed gently against his muzzle, even as his feral doppelganger's own pair bounced lightly against his ass. This is gonna be a weird conversation in the morning, isn't it, he thought to himself with an inward grin. Guess we've got a dog now though. Wagging his tail slightly, Zola couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this full. I could get used to this though.

I could get used to this.