Backrub (XXX)

It wasn't time to get up yet, but something gnawed on me. It left me restless, and I needed to move... to do something. So, I carefully eased myself out of the pack's warm embrace and heard the others grumble as they hovered on the edge of waking up.

Finally, I managed to stand up on two legs. The room was quite dark, but the drapes along the window revealed that morning would soon arrive. I focused on my paws, made sure my claws were held high, and padded over to the bathroom door.

It would be too much of a hassle to get dressed for a walk, but a sip of water and a moment by myself might help me unwind. I eased the bathroom door open, stepped in, and carefully pulled it shut.

The tiled floor was pleasantly warm against my pads, and it helped me relax as I peered into the bathroom mirror. My appearance was something of a mess, with the longer hairon my head sprouting in random directions, a damp spot along my lips indicating that I had drooled, and the tangled mess of fur on my shoulder. I started brushing it down with my claws and bared my teeth to the mirror. Glinting white fangs, black lips, and a red tongue. I liked the look of it, the mean glint it gave me as I smirked back. With a chuckle, I looked down at the sink and got the water running.

As I was about to dip my head down for a sip, I heard something. The slightest creak followed, and the door eased open as a pair of eyes peered in. I watched as Peter slipped inside and shut the door behind him.

"Thirsty?" Peter whispered as he inched closer and cracked a smile at me.

"Yeah, I am," I said as he stepped up.

To my surprise, he almost pushed me aside as he leaned down by the sink. I perked my brow in wonder as he began to drink, then caught a mischievous glimpse as he peeked up at me.

Ah, he's teasing...

I glanced toward his rear, reached out, and caught the base of his fuzzy tail. Peter seemed to choke a little as I squeezed his now wiggling tail and grew a smirk of my own.

Moments later, he pulled back from the sink, and I let go of his tail as he stood tall. He licked his chops and faced me while keeping that mischievous expression of his.

"Something on your mind?" I wondered.

As he stood there, he started to grow a little taller. I kept my gaze on his golden-brown eyes, seeinghim wiggle a little as he did his best to balance on his clawed toes. I followed suit to keep my edge over him.

"That's cheating," Peter mused with a grin.

"Uh huh?" I said, allowing myself a smug smile.

Peter reached up, straightened the thick fluff of his hair, and managed to make something of a cone. Unfortunately, it didn't reach as high as his already perked ears. Suddenly, he shifted tactics, and seemed to grow another couple of inches. It took me by surprise, until I realized that he had just leaned onto the sink.

"And that isn't?" I whispered and perked my brow.

"Sue me," Peter smirked with a wild grin.

I reached out and dug my hands into the thick fur along his waist, making Peter wobble. By the time I started scritching his ribs, he dropped to the ground with a thud while snickering.

He stepped back, but kept eyeing me as he motioned to the sink, "I thought you were thirsty."

"Yes, but I know you're up to something..." I said and tipped my head.

"Maybe... But why not let me worry about that?" Peter said,thenmotioned to the sink yet again.

"Hmm," I whispered and turned my attention to the sink once more.

As I leaned down by the still running water, Peter moved behind me. I ignored it, and let my tongue hit the water as I felt his hands touch my side. There was a sensual tingle as his claws brushed through my fur and traced the outlineof my abs.

His snout soon followed--it traced down my spine, while his grip tightened along my hips. He sniffed and combed my back as he inched closer to the base of the tail.

I lapped at the water, gulping down what I could, while trying to avoid focusing on him.

One of his hands stroked the length of my tail, causing a ripple up to shoot up my spine. A tickle of goosebumps made my fur tense up, and my tail began to lift a little.

A dark chuckle followed as I leaned onto the sink, and found myself with... less than pure thoughts.

None of us wore anything more than fur, as was preferable when sleeping together. Normally it was pretty easy to keep things... civilized. But, the shift from one setting to another was both quick and simple.

The water was still running, but I ignored it as I focused on his touch. One hand slipped to my belly, caught the pleasure trail of longer fur, and followed it downwards to the part where it split. The sheath was next, and I closed my eyes as his pads felt the weight of it.

A gentle rub, that teasing sway against the webbing that made me more aware of everything gathered down there. Peter crouched behind me, and I could feel his nose brush along my rear. My eyes shot open as he poked my balls with his snout, and I could hear him huff in amusement.

"Let's... try to be quiet," I whispered.

"I'll do my best," Peter snickered.

I let out a guttural moan as he peeled my sheath back, and my shaft began to pound as it grew heavier with a rush of warmth. The presence of his nose was... different, but...

Another gasp followed as I felt his tongue against my sack. A bit of wet warmth, and a hint of movement as they were shuffled about. The scents within the room grew rich: an animal aroma, a pungent maleness, that sting of male arousal as I felt my shaft tense up with a small spurt of pre.

My own scent spiked. Part of it coming from my own erection, but there was something else to it. It seeped from my fur as my skin burned with heat, and it grew more insatiable with the attention of his tongue, blossoming in the small bathroom with a pungency that made my head swim. I panted as I looked behind me, and saw him stroking his own sheath, nurturing the blood-red canine shaft between his legs.

I gulped and lifted my tail higher. It'd been a while, but I looked forward to being on the receiving end once again. His nose inched higher, and a sudden dab of warmth hit a spot I did not expect. It made me shudder, and Peter chuckled in return.

"That's... That's not where your tongue is supposed to be," I whispered.

He didn't say a word as he suddenly withdrew and stood up.

"... What are you waiting for?" I said, and couldn't help but grit my teeth.

"Say it," Peter whispered as his hands rubbed my flank.

I felt the heat in my cheeks grow, and listened to my pounding heart as I swallowed.

"Say it," Peter repeated.

My lips rippled with a bit of annoyance, mostly stemming from the fact that that he wasn't screwing me yet, "Please..."

"Good enough," Peter mused.

I felt it, a prod at the base of my tail. Something surprisingly warm, wet, and hard. It fit nicely, the tip poking at the very center of my rear.

Now... Peter...

He pushed, and I held onto the sink. There was something oddly pleasing about that first bit, the surge of emotion it caused. The slow but grinding push, stopping for a moment, only to pull out in yet another tease. Followed by another rewarding push, just a tad deeper.

"You like this?" Peter whispered.

"Give me more..." I ordered, and pushed my rear back.

"... Yes, my Alpha," Peter saidwith an amused edge as he pushed deeper... deeper... harder. I panted over the sink as I took it all, the bump of his knot wedging itselfundermy tail.

"Ungh," I moaned.

"Shh," Peter murmured, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and held tight. His muzzle draped over my shoulder, and he began to thrust. Slow. Deliberate. Little more could be heard than the running water mixed by our steady panting.

It tingled within me and stretched me rather comfortably. Another benefit of my size, I suppose--no discomfort, no sharp tinge, just this warm and pleasing hum radiating within me.

The feeling only grew better as those little spurts of his helped lubricate my insides. My own shaft released the same steady spurts, and each time it made me gasp a little harder. Part of me was worried about where it was ending up, staining the nice front of the sink, gathering on the floor like puddles. The rest of me was amused by the sheer debauchery of it all.

I could hear the pitter patter of liquids between us, and Peter's breath was growing ragged as he panted near my ear. Relaxation washed over me, and our senses began to mingle with one another.

The sensations shared over the link weredialed up a notch. Not only could I feel the steady ripples of emotion as he filled me up, but the driving surge within Peter as well. That gut need for just another push, that blip of instinct as he tried to wedge the knot in. It became easier to sync things between us, to adjust those little imperfections. The way Peter wanted me to crouch just a bit more, or how I wanted him to squeeze the base of my knot just a bit tighter.

It felt as if my thoughts were melting into numb bliss, and Peter kept shuddering as if the experience bordered on overwhelming him. Whatever the case, he seemed to listen to our shared melody. He shifted his hand a little, and slipped his fingers around the sheath that stretched around my knot.

Peter pulled with his hand, and with a gentle pop, the fat knot popped free from my sheath. I could hear awet splatter against the floor, then felt as his fingers sealed tight around the back of my now-exposed knot.

I shuddered at the feel of it all, and let my head rest against the wall, letting out a moan. It felt as if Peter was trying to say something, but all that escaped from his muzzle was a guttural murmur.

My peak was coming, and Peter thrust with vigor. His claws strained against the tiled floor, and I had to push back as his knot tried to pop inside of me.

Twenty minutes...

We shouldn't have, but I didn't care as I pushed back. I wanted that fat knot filling me up, pumping me full with his warm jizz.

Harder...

Peter was shuddering and shaking. His mind felt like it was melting down, and he seemed to barely hear me. My chest was starting to seize up, and I gritted my teeth in an attempt to hold back. My rear stretched wide, and I found myself wishing he hadn't let his knot grow this engorged before getting it in.

Then, it happened. The key fit the lock, and a wet pop followed. I could feel the heat of his shaft along with that final burst of growth as hisknot inflated. My legs were forced wider as I let out a pleased grunt and my ownorgasmbegan to wash over me.

In mere moments, I could see streaks of my cum hit the mirror. It caught me by surprise, but even as I averted my face, the next streak slashed across the wall and sink alike. I arched my back, gave into the glow of ecstasy, and let the mess become a problem for future me.

Warmth filled my insides as Petergrowled.As my own jets calmed a bit, a steady set of squirts added to spill that was already trickling down the front of the sink. Peter grew heavier on my back, and in the midst of it all, my hand slipped from the sink.

I caught myself as I scrambled, but it sent atoothbrush falling tothe floor, and my muzzle hit the water faucet hard enough to switchitoff.The toothbrush clattered loudly, and the lack of the running water made it that much worse. We were panting, our claws clicked on the floor, and could hear thesloppy sounds from behind as Peter made a few spastic thrusts.

"You...okay?"Peter asked--pantinglike a wildbeast--while I stared down at the faucet, dripping with drool from my own exertion.

"... Yeah," I gasped.

"Fuck... That was good," Peter whispered near my ear.

"Well..." I chuckled, "That wiped out around a week's worth of stress in one go," I panted.

"Happy to be of-" Peter panted, "service..."

I chuckled and gulped, while my ears perked at the noise of something.

Suddenly, John's voice came from outside the door, "... Did you guys _just_realize how loud you were, or something?"

I gulped, feeling as my ears folded back while my tail squirmed against Peter.

"... Kind of," Peter said, and kept panting.

"So... like, for how long are you going to be in there?" Allen asked.

I could feel the pressure radiating in my rear as I answered, "... Um, twenty minutes, something."

John muttered, "One of you just had to knot the other!?"

Peter chuckled, "It'll, uh... take a few minutes to clean this up."

John growled from the outside as Allen spoke up, "Maybe we can... go have tea? Watch the sunrise?"

"Watch the sunrise... Seriously?" John asked.

"... It's nice," Allen said.

"... No humping!" Peter hollered and madeanother push thatforced a small grunt from my lips.

John snapped back, "You don't get to say that!"