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DISCLAIMER - Being stuck inside during a massive lockdown can make people do strange things. It can redefine relationships, particularly between people and their weird stoner roommates who have recently discovered the kinds of drugs that turn people into dogs. If you do not want such a relationship to be redefined in graphic, graphic detail, then I advise looking for your quarantine entertainment elsewhere. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Lockdown: A Canine Diversion

Uneven blades of light seeped in through the slats of the bent venetian blinds, keeping the heat of the early summer at bay. In the dimness of the cramped, shared apartment living room, two figures sat at opposite ends of the old sofa with a blue packing blanket draped over it, watching the television propped up on a cardboard shipping box against the other wall.

On the left side, Montgomery sat with his laptop propped up on the knees of his navy slacks. The young man with nappy black hair and olive skin wore a checkered black and white button-up shirt, clean, but somewhat wrinkled as one hand rest aimlessly on his trackpad as his eyes remained fixed on the television, watching a Japanese gameshow in which four contestants were carefully balanced atop a wall of brightly painted green and blue boxes.

On the right side of the same couch, Evan sprawled out, plush grey and white tail wagging as his paws hung in the air, clothes discarded in a heap next to the couch. He wriggled his fluffy canine body against the crook of the armrest, tongue lolling out as he panted.

"Hey, we should turn on the AC." The husky said to Montgomery, eyes fixed on the screen as an old man dressed as a ninja walked onto the gameshow stage, drawing a curved sword to slash a diagonal gash in a box before throwing a smoke bomb that didn't fully hide his retreat off stage left. The towers of boxes remained intact, though the participants did not seem happy on either team, complaining vociferously.

"What?" Monty looked over at his now canine roommate as if pulled from a thought. He glanced at the thermostat a few feet away next to their meager kitchenette. "No way. It still says it's 23 in here." He ran his fingers through his tangled hair and yawned. "You shouldn't be taking that stuff when you know it's going to be hot out anyway."

"Hey, it's not like I chose specifically. This one's a variety pack." Evan rolled onto his paws and nodded at the open bottle of pills on the coffee table nestled between a toppled box of Cheese Snaps and a bag of kettle corn. The label was covered up by a sticker in microscopically fine print from the state quality control board. "Anyways, this is great. I'm so fuckin' fluffy." He wriggled his curled tail and shifted his wight from paw to paw. "You really gotta try this, man. It makes everything _way_more interesting."

"No, thank you. Unlike you, I've got work to do." Monty straightened his collar and looked back down at his laptop, finger tracing over his trackpad aimlessly.

The husky chuffed, padding over to nose at his roommate's screen. "No, you don't. Everything's been shut down for two months. Your company isn't even open."

"That doesn't mean that I can't be productive!" protested Monty, pulling his laptop back from the inquisitive canine. "Some of the greatest things in history were written during quarantines."

"Like what?" The husky cocked his head to one side, tongue lolling out as his blue eyes beamed.

"Like . . . Newton came up with gravity."

"While stuck in his tiny apartment?" the husky queried.

"Well, no. In an orchard. You know . . . apples." Monty sighed as he looked around the one small shared kitchen/dining/living room of their apartment, the stained beige carpet blazing with the slices of the sun. "But there were a lot of great writers who took inspiration from staying isolated during a plague."

"Like the people who wrote zombie movies?" Evan flopped over onto his back, looking at the TV upside down, tail whumpping against the sofa, paws hanging above him. "Man, people got the apocalypse really wrong. It's super boring."

"This isn't the apocalypse." Monty corrected his currently canine roommate. "We just have to lie low for a few more weeks."

"That's what they said two weeks ago," Evan complained, squirming between the cushions.

"And also, I'm not talking about shitty zombie movies from the nineties," Monty continued.

"Hey . . ." Evan grumbled in protest.

"I mean real greats: like Shakespeare's King Lear, or Boccaccio's Decameron." Monty listed the few names he remembered from his university literature class while staring fastidiously at his screen, typing out a few words before mashing backspace and shaking his head.

"Isn't that some kind of car?" Evan asked innocently, eyes fixed on the screen as a crew wearing blue spandex rolled out a catapult and fired a head-sized water balloon at a green section of the cardboard wall. It didn't inflict any immediate damage, but the soggy boxes started to sag as the contestant atop them shouted and wagged his finger accusingly.

"No it's a . . ." Monty thought for a second. "Really famous story," he hazarded.

"And that's what you're working on? The next great plague-fueled novel?" Evan let out a chortling wheeze, tongue lolling out as he watched the contestants start to bicker on the screen. He flopped himself over, poking his nose around the edge of Monty's screen despite his roommate pulling the laptop back.

The nearly blank document read "It was a sunny day in Aberdeen. The" with the cursor blinking almost accusingly next to it.

"It's a work in progress," Monty sighed. "It's just really hard to come up with anything while cooped up like this, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Evan huffed, lowering his chin down onto the couch. "Maybe you just need some inspiration." He paused for a moment to yawn, pink tongue curling up over his wet nose. "You could take me for a walk."

"Not in a thousand years," Monty shook his head. "I can just imagine it now. A few blocks from the park you'd dash off after a squirrel, and then I wouldn't see you until tomorrow when I'll have to post bail for your public nudity."

"And you said it was hard to be creative while cooped up!" Evan chortled. "You're probably right though. Shit's just way more interesting as a dog. Like, seriously." He craned his neck over to the coffee table, tongue sliding out and clumsily lapping up two too-perfect orange squares, munching down the snacks with a satisfied grumble. "I totally get why dogs steal people food now," He spoke with his mouth full, licking his chops as his tail whapped about merrily behind him.

"You'd probably say the same thing about dog food." Monty pinched the bridge of his nose and sank back against the sofa.

"Oh, shit. That's a great idea. Do we have any dog food?" Evan sprang up to his paws, ears perking up at the thought.

"Why in god's name would we have dog food?" Monty couldn't fully suppress his laughter as his roommate's ears folded back down.

"I dunno. Maybe you feed strays or something," Evan shrugged.

"Well, the only stray I have to deal with is you, and you're already a handful." Monty chuckled, but let his hand fall onto his husky roommate's head, scratching the soft fur between his ears. "God damnit, this is just so weird."

"You've got to try it," Evan insisted as Monty continued to scritch. "You can get all the inspiration you need from this shit. Seriously, it just makes everything more . . . well, you know. Just more."

"It's still like, the middle of the morning." Monty stretched back against the sofa and glanced at the small time display on the taskbar of his laptop.

It read 1:13pm.

"Err . . . Afternoon." He shook his head. "Man, it's hard to tell anymore."

"That's why you need to do something new, man. Come on, you'll love it." Evan edged close to his roommate, lowering his chin on his lap and looking up with his blue puppy-dog eyes.

"But why though? What's so great about having no opposable thumbs?" Monty asked, rolling his eyes before continuing to pat his roommate's head.

"It makes everything smell important." Evan snuffled up against Monty's checkered shirt. "Like you haven't washed that shirt in awhile."

"Hey, we're getting low on soap. And, it's not like I have to keep it perfectly pressed at the moment." Monty adjusted his collar with tenuous self-confidence. "That's hardly a change though. This whole place smells like old cardboard."

"Well, you also smell a bit pent up." The husky pushed his nose against his roommate's crotch, and looked up, raising a canine brow mischievously. "Smells like you need a distraction."

"Hey!" Monty shoved Evan's prodding face away from him, cheeks flushing in the dim light. "I'm trying to get work done here." He adjusted his slacks. "And that's just what happens when you get stuck inside for months at a time."

"Well, that's one trade off of losing your thumbs," Evan huffed out in laughter, rolling back against the armrest on the other side of the sofa.

"What?"

"This." Evan raised up one of his hind paws, craning his head down between his legs and snuffling in at the fuzzy roll of flesh nestled there. He sniffed out a few times, corners of his black lips turning up before his pink tongue slid out and dragged up the side of his package. A rumble built up in his chest as he lapped around the lose roll of flesh and then slid inside. He pumped deeper with his pink slobbery tongue before being pressed out by the pulsing red pointed tip of his canine shaft.

Monty's jaw hung open as he watched his roommate make out with his own crotch in wet sloppy laps. "Oh my, god," he sputtered. "You can't just spend all the time doing . . . really weird masturbation," Monty raised his voice and then lowered it suddenly, hoping their neighbors weren't listening.

"You didn't mind so much when we were watching that weird old porno," Evan paused his lapping to say, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle.

"Debbie Does Dallas is a work of art!" Monty protested, again adjusting his pants, but unable to hide the growing bulge of his Judas erection. "And anyways, one of us has to go grocery shopping."

"We've still got plenty of supplies." Evan licked his chops as he shrugged.

They both looked over to the kitchen counter at the unopened six-pound bag of long grain white rice that Monty had bought before the crisis took off.

"Or, I mean, we could just order from Thai Takeout again," the husky shrugged before returning to his noisy work.

"We already got Thai twice this week," Monty protested.

"But the food's great," the canine pointed out, tail whapping against the cushions. "And the delivery guy has a nice ass."

Monty closed his eyes and groaned. "All right. I'll admit it. He does have a nice ass." He melted back against his corner of the sofa. "We could be saving money though . . ."

"And spending it on what? Going out?" Evan chortled, looking over to one of his hind paws and giving it an experimental nibble.

"You know what, fuck it." Monty snatched up the small black bottle of pills from the table and squinted at the label. Behind the pasted-on government purity testing sticker jargon, he could make out Westminster Mix. "But you're paying this time." He shook one small red and white capsule out onto his palm and scrutinized it like a jeweler assaying a piece of cut glass.

"But I'm just doing this for research." Monty reached out for a can of diet grape soda, shaking it and finding it empty before grabbing another that was at least half full. "You know, to really find out how _some_people dealt with the isolation." He scowled over at Evan before popping the pill into his mouth and washing it down with a long swig of suddenly sweet soda, the artificial saccharine fading into a sour tang.

"There you go!" Evan rolled back over onto his paws. "You're gonna love it. For serious. This shit is great." He trotted back over towards his roommate's side of the sofa, pointed prick just barely jutting out from his fuzzy sheath

"You keep saying that, but I don't think I believe you." Monty scowled. "This is going to end up like that time you convinced me to try LSD."

"I totally admit it. That one was my bad." Evan bobbed his head from side to side as if weighing his admission.

"I was chased by insurance salesman that were also clowns," Monty glared at the incorrigible husky.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have brought in the mail and given you cotton candy." Evan bumped his head against Monty's arm. "Don't worry though. This stuff isn't at all like that."

Monty brushed some grey fluff off of his arm and rolled his eyes. He couldn't keep frowning as Evan beamed up at him though. "So, what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, if you really don't want hair on your shirt, you should probably take it off," Evan suggested.

Monty scratched under the collar of his shirt before meticulously undoing the buttons. It was a bit hot for a long-sleeved shirt anyways. "So, what kind did I get?"

"Hmmmm . . ." Evan nuzzled in against Monty's bare side, cold nose causing the man to tense up and jerk back against the sofa. He sniffed in quizzically. "I'd say a chihuahua."

"What!?"

"Maybe a Pomeranian."

"You can't be serious."

The husky snorted back his laughter. "Naw. I have no idea." His eyes closed as he grinned, tail swishing behind him. "You might want to work on that belt though."

Monty grumbled, shifting his weight as he yanked off his belt while muttering under his breath. "God damnit. Why'd I let you talk me into this. I'm probably going to end up as a goddamn pug. My grandma had a pug. The thing sounded like a broken air pump. It was about as smart too . . ." He paused for a moment to yank down his pants, leaving only his tented maroon boxers.

"I'm pretty sure you're not a pug," Evan chortled.

"Yeah? And what's the joke this time?" Monty scowled down at Evan's wagging tail and open-mouthed grin.

"They're like, black and grey, right?"

"Yeah, and ugly as hell, but what does that . . ." Monty paused as he looked down at his chest, his eyes going wide as he saw his chest hair subsumed in a spreading glossy deep brown wave. "What the actual fuck . . ." He paused to raise up a finger, shivering slightly as he ran it through his short, smooth fur. "Oh god, that feels weird."

"Not bad though, right? Like, I totally get why dogs want to be petted all the time." Evan sniffed up against Monty's chest as the fur began to spread faster, glossy darkness covering up his light brown skin. The husky lapped out experimentally, licking at the edge of the fur with his warm wide tongue, causing Monty to giggle and snort.

"H-hey!" Monty shuddered as Evan lapped up over his nipple, which stiffened and stood out in stark pink contrast to the burnt brown wave of short glossy fur.

"Do you want me to stop?" Evan licked his chops and looked up at his roommate expectantly.

Monty huffed, tongue lengthening slightly as it licked his upper lip absentmindedly. "I guess not."

"Good," Evan chuckled, nibbling at the exposed pink peak as it shrank back.

Monty writhed back against the couch, sucking in air through his teeth as Evan's tongue scraped against his thickening coat of short dark fur. A strange effervescence built up in his chest, almost like the convulsion before one joins in with the laughter from a sudden joke. Instead of laughing though, he opened his mouth and his tongue lolled out, his breaths ringing out as increasingly animal panting. Even his back against the sofa behind him felt prickly and strange.

Evan's ears flicked as Monty let a hand rest heavily against the top of his fluffy head, fingers tensing every time the husky lapped out against his roommate's prickling skin. He snuffled down his chest, cold nose drinking in his developing scent, a woodsy blend of intrigue with the acrid tang of surprised anticipation. He nibbled at Monty's flesh below his nipple, finding another faint bump that swelled as he pinched it tenderly between his small front teeth.

Monty's spine stiffened as he looked down, a tight knot roiling in his stomach as he watched two rows of vestigial teats blossom through his glossy coat.

Evan paused, shaking his head and looking up at his dazed partner with a chuckle. "You good?"

"I guess." Monty took a deep breath. "It's just . . . _really_weird is all. Like . . ." His tongue licked out over his lips as he considered. "Like touch is just different." He held a hand up in front of his face, brows furrowing as he watched his nails begin to darken. "It's all different." He sniffed his hand experimentally.

"I told you this shit was good," Evan beamed. He bumped the top of his head against Monty's belly. "And I wasn't lying before."

"Lying?" Monty asked as a distracted afterthought as he reached down and ran a finger over the fur on his chest, feeling the hot sensitive nubs of his new nipples contrast with his prickly fur.

"You really do smell pent up." The husky lowered his muzzle, snuffling at the bulge in Monty's dark red boxers, drinking in his growing lust before lapping out against the thin cotton fabric, feeling Monty's heat pulsing through it.

Monty groaned, legs stiffening out straight, hands wrapped around Evan's head as the husky slathered his occluded cock and balls in canine affection. He could feel the muscles bulge with unbridled enthusiasm in his canine companion's shoulders as his member stiffened and strained against the flickering pink rasp. The man's low groan rose in pitch to a wheezing whine, sensations boiling as the strange pleasure evolved under his sodden boxers. It felt like he was getting harder and harder, balls tensing and tightening, but instead of climax, the feelings just got more and more intense, condensing down into a molten point of pleasure.

Evan grumbled happily, feeling Monty's cock slowly pulling back through the fabric of his boxers, tip stiffening and thinning down into a leaking point, the salty taste and heady smell of virile male driving him wild. His tail whipped about behind him as he felt the soft jostling flesh of Monty's forming sheath crawl up the base of his shaft, his testes bulging as they pulled back tighter against his body. His dark lips curled up in a smile as he pushed his head forward, resting his chin against Monty's belly and looking up at him with his wide blue eyes.

"W-why'd you stop." Monty panted, chest heaving even as it began to slim down slightly.

Evan wurfed up at him with a smile before bending back down, clamping his jaws around the elastic waistband of the sodden boxers and yanking back like a dog with a chew toy. With a lurching elongated rip, he tore the fabric away, tossing the ruined mess to the side with careless canine eagerness.

"Hey! Bad dog!" Monty snapped out of his daze, looking over at the shredded heap of his ruined undergarment. "What was that for! I can't exactly go buy more of those at the moment so why don't you . . ." His tirade faltered as he looked down between his legs. His package was completely inhuman, a carmine spike poking from the loose roll of a plump dark furred sheath. He shivered as it throbbed, a bead of glistening pre welling from the chiseled tip. He could smell it: a peppery reek that was distinctly his own. His head lolled to the side as his tongue flicked up against his darkening nose, trying to process the new smells and sensations.

"You okay there, buddy?" Evan grinned up at him before giving him an eager wink. He leaned down and drank in his roommate's scent before lapping out, scraping his pink tongue over the tip of Monty's pulsing canine prick, tasting the salty musk of his need.

"Y-yes . . ." Monty hissed out, nails curling into claws as they dug into the padded armrest. "But you owe me a pair of boxers . . ."

"That's fair." Evan nodded sagely. "Maybe I can pay you back in other ways though . . ." He crooned, leaning in and kissing the shuddering tip of Monty's shaft before letting his wide warm tongue slide into his sheath, making the soft, pliable skin bulge from the inside as he thrust deeper, swirling around the pulsing animal shaft as it began to push out, thrumming with Monty's heartbeat.

Monty's entire body blazed with pleasure, radiating out in crackling bolts from his crotch. His jaws creaked as they hung open, pushing out slightly, canines sharpening as a growl rose in his chest. It started as a throaty rumble, but ended in an abrupt yipe as Evan pulled back and nibbled tenderly at the pointed tip of his throbbing cock.

Evan pulled back as Monty blushed, covering his mouth with his hands, feeling his fingertips swell against the skin of his cheeks. He shuddered, taking a moment to collect himself, looking down at the incorrigible husky that grinned back up at him.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked, trying to sound composed, but unable to keep the keen of a canine whine out of his voice.

"Oh, I was just reflecting on my misdeeds as a bad dog," Evan replied coyly. "But I think I can make it up to you . . ."

"You'd better," Monty smirked, canines poking out of his smile. " . . . So what am I anyways? Definitely not a pug."

"Well, it's hard to say . . ." Evan sniffed in at his thigh as the fur continued to trickle down in a prickling wave. "I was going to say chocolate lab, but I think your fur's too short."

"Can't you just smell what I am with your wonder-schnoz?" Monty huffed as he reached down and pinched in at the edges of his sheath between his stiffening fingers, hissing in a breath and pulling back at the sensitivity.

"That's not how it works." Evan huffed out in laughter. "But here, let's make it a bit easier to tell, hmm?" The husky put his paws on Monty's shoulders and pressed his fuzzy underbelly against Monty's smooth-furred chest. "We'll just have to encourage the changes along, won't we?" He thrust in with his hips, rubbing their taut sheaths against one another as their heavy balls collided and tensed. His panting muzzle was inches from Monty's face as he waggled his eyebrows and lapped in against Monty's darkening nose. "Then you can smell for yourself."

Evan pressed in, lapping across Monty's lips as they began to stretch, thinning and darkening. Monty opened his creaking jaws, turning his head to the side and joining in the wet squelching kiss. The husky's tongue ground against his own even as Monty's tongue grew flatter and longer, feeling too large for his mouth. The changing man's sharpening canines clacked against Evan's own as his front teeth pulled smaller. Monty rubbed at the sides of Evan's fluffy neck with his hands, and then his wrists as his fingers pulled back, bulging into pointed padded paws, thumbs pulling back into dainty dewclaws.

The husky ground forwards with his hips, mashing their fuzzy packages together, coaxing out their bulging shafts which rubbed against their fur, his plush, and Monty's slick one way and bristly the other. Straddling either side of his roommate, Monty's legs cracked and popped, pulling back as his feet stretched out, toes curling out and swelling into padded paws that paddled in the air. As their balls butted together with heavy tickling pats, his ass clenched, hips shifting as an intense pressure built up, leading to a burst of pleasured relief, spine creaking out into a slim tail. His anus clenched and tightened, pushed out to animal prominence as his new sleek chestnut appendage pulled this way and that, Evan's eager tail whapping against it as they continued their frenetic kiss.

Monty let out a growling whine of pleasure, halted sporadically by their wild lapping as his face continued to creak forwards. He could see his muzzle in his vision, darkening eyes crossing as he saw his deep brown fur and wet black nose. The changing man could smell the both of them, the pre smeared against their belly fur like a pungent dual-natured cologne. As his pointed nose drank in their needy animal reek, wiry whiskers prickled out on either side of his snout, a thin stream of drool running down the corner of his mouth. His belly and chest slimmed down, his features streamlining as his muscles twitched beneath his thin glossy coat.

The new hound's balls tensed, tail creaking out and batting against Evan's own as a pressure grew in his sheath, the skin growing taut as something pulsed and swelled within it. Their emerging shafts ground together, hot pre leaking from their pointed tips. Monty bucked forwards, closing his eyes, lost in sensation as his ears pulled up into points and then folded back along his head. He let out a muffled yipe into Evan's maw as there was an elastic thrum, a red fleshy bulge popping out from his sheath, blazingly sensitive as the husky's white belly fur brushed over his new throbbing knot.

Evan pulled back with a grin, watching Monty staring down between his legs at his turgid canine shaft. "Greyhound." He nodded, licking his lips as he pressed his paws between his own legs, mashing at his tight sheath.

"What?" Monty shook his head, blinking repeatedly.

"Totally a greyhound. Look at how skinny you are." The husky looked down between Monty's legs. "Well, in all areas but one." Despite Evan being bigger than the new svelte greyhound, Monty's cock pulsed just slightly larger than his own. The husky's mouth watered as he looked down at it, tongue flicking up over his panting nose.

"Is that, uhh . . . healthy?" Monty's tongue lolled out as he tried to catch his breath. His heart hammered and he could see the new bulge pulsing in time with it.

"I'd say so. These things are standard-issue-canine. Not sure where all the blood came from in such a pointy boy, but I'd say you lucked out." Evan snuffled forwards, lapping against Monty's exposed cock, smearing slick pre along its length, licking down to tease the edges of his throbbing knot.

Monty gasped at the sensation, scrabbling back against the corner of the sofa, legs scratching at the dingy blue cover. "God, that feels, Rrrrrrrrf." His cock jerked and leaked out another rivulet of slick, pungent pleasure.

"Yeah, these things are great," Evan chuckled, pawing at his own knot clumsily. He rolled onto all fours, looking over his shoulder back at Monty. "What do you think, does the doggy want to bury his new bone?" His fluffy tail waved from side to side, ass tensing every time.

"Oh my god. How long have you been waiting to say that?" Monty rolled his dark eyes.

Evan chortled and bent down on his front paws, raising his rump invitingly.

Monty fell forwards onto all fours, long limbs padding forward gracefully as his eyes followed the path of the fluffy tail in front of him.

"Are you sure?" Monty asked, bending forwards and drinking in Evan's needy scent.

"Yeah. I cleaned up before you came out of your room." He winked back at Monty. "Just in case."

"You planned out all of this, didn't you?" Monty paused, squinting at the incorrigible husky. "You sly dog . . ."

"Now who's making terrible dog puns?" Evan panted in canine laughter, tail waving, pointing down to his ready ass. "I didn't knooOOOoooW!" his words were lost in a surprised bark as his tail and ears both stood on end.

Monty's huffing nose butted against his fluffy balls, followed by his warm tongue, lapping up and letting them pat back down, tasting the salty pre that had dribbled down onto his white fur. In long, loving strokes, Monty lapped up higher, tracing over the husky's taint before his tongue smeared over the clenching pink ring of Evan's ass.

Evan let out a yodeling ululation as Monty teased the edges of his ass, tail wagging as his hole clenched and his body squirmed at the slick hot contact.

"Now that's a new noise." Monty's pointed countenance grinned before he rested a paw on Evan's haunches and lapped in again, dragging all the way up from the husky's balls to his tight tailhole. Evan moaned out, cock leaking out a thin dribble of pre, knot popping free from his sheath while his roommate made out with his ass with decidedly canine eagerness.

"You ready for this?" Monty asked even as he pushed himself up, body seemingly pulled along by instincts as he mounted the husky.

"Less talking. More fucking," Evan panted back at him, chin resting on the cushions of the sofa, tail pushed to the side under Monty's svelte frame.

Monty shrugged and licked his lips, cock bobbing and tail wagging as he pulled himself forward. Evan's dense coat rubbed against his chest as he wrapped his paws around the Husky's haunches. His hind paws shifted his weight from side to side as he ground his cock forwards against Evan's furry thighs, smearing them with pre as he aligned himself. His hips thrust in automatically, making his cock butt up against Evan's plush legs, then poking his taut balls, dragging against his backside.

Evan pushed his rump back, adjusting himself, salivating as he felt that hot rod prod closer and closer.

"This is harder than I expected . . ." Monty growled, stepping forwards, cock bobbing as his chiseled point slid past the base of Evan's tail, sensation making him tense and leak out a dribble of pre.

"You just gotta go . . . a little to the left, no, right," Evan huffed out, teeth gritted as he ground back desperately.

"If you'd stop wriggling I could . . ." Monty's complaint turned into a lusty groan as the point of his cock pressed against Evan's ass, sliding in and spreading the husky's tight warm passage around him. Evan whined in bliss, ass clenching down in waves as the greyhound began to thrust, paws tight around his haunches, plowing in deeper and deeper into his twisting depths.

Evan yowled out, hind legs braced, tearing the blue blanket covering the sofa as he rocked back, feeling that thrumming shaft stretching him out from the inside. His own cock bobbed below him, jerking every time his ass clenched around Monty's marbled shaft. The greyhound's paws gripped in tighter around his hips as Monty Let his head rest between Evan's thick shoulders, tongue lapping out against his neck ruff, panting breaths ringing in his ears.

Monty's eyes went wide as the fleshy bulb of his knot thunked against the straining ring of Evan's ass. Heart pounding, all he wanted to do was bury himself deeper in those torrid constricting confines. His thrusts became shorter, more insistent. He could smell just how much Evan wanted it as well, the reek of canine need hanging in the air as he ground in, whip-like tail standing out behind him as he pulled himself tighter, passion roiling up in the pit of his slim stomach. The greyhound bent his pointed muzzle down, fangs combing through Evan's thick grey pelt, scraping against his loose skin as the husky panted under him.

Evan's ass stretched wider and wider with each insistent thrust, clenching in fits of pleasure whenever Monty pulled back to ram in again and again. A thin string of spittle dripped from the corner of his dark lips. He groaned, whining out, needing to be filled, to have that hot thick mass rammed fully inside of him. He braced himself and pushed back, paws straining the increasingly tattered sofa cover out taut. Monty's teeth nibbled at the back of his neck as he felt that throbbing knot slide deeper, heat spreading him wide, so very close before it pulled back and pressed against him with dogged insistence.

Monty's body felt like it was moving on its own, balls tensing, back arched, paws braced as he stopped rocking back and forth and just shoved in, muscles straining under his glossy coat. He growled out into Evan's flickering ears, fangs bared, claws digging rents, straining against the sofa as he shoved, pulling himself with his clenched front paws, knot blazing with needy pleasure as Evan's ass stretched tight and warm around him. With a feeling like climbing twenty flights of stairs and then tripping on the final step that wasn't really there, the fleshy bulge of his canine cock slammed fully into the husky's ass, which pulled him in fully with a muscular squeeze.

Evan lifted up his head and yowled out in bliss, his ass stretched wide, quivering before clamping down around the pulsing length locked inside of him. His own cock thrummed, bobbing up against his plush white belly and leaking out dribbles of pre. Monty's hips resumed their rocking, pulling and pushing at the husky's ass, jackhammering against his prostate as he let out a wordless wail of bliss.

Word's didn't even occur to Monty as the pressure rose up inside of him, heat building in his chest, thrumming into his body from his cock stuck fast in the husky's twisting confines. His tail pulled up, his own ass clenching as his balls churned and he began to come, white hot essence flooding through his cock and splashing into Evan's passaged that kneaded at his knot. It didn't stop, animal passion flaring up inside of him as he wriggled his lithe form, fur bristling as his skin twitched in time with his uncontrollable orgasm.

Evan huffed as he felt the hot gouts gush into him, breaths coming in ragged heaves. He was so close, his own cock quivering below him. He bent his head back around to the side, raising his leg, tongue straining out and brushing past the tip of his cock, desperately flicking at his throbbing rod, the inconsistent wet slippery contact causing the lust to boil over inside of him, his ass straining as his balls clenched before he jolted out gouts of molten seed, splattering against the side of his muzzle, dripping between his twitching whiskers.

Monty whined out as the Husky's ass began to seize around him like a vice, milking his cock and drawing him on to new heights of ecstasy. Their furry bodies rubbed and ground together, the air redolent with the scents of animal lust and heady musk. Evan rocked his hips, pulling Monty along with him as his cock bobbed up against his fur, each prickle like striking a match as he painted the backs of his front legs in warm strings of seed. They each coaxed each other on in a clenching, jerking spiral of warm fuzzy bliss, Monty's balls aching as he finally stopped thrusting and lay panting on Evan's broad, soft back.

"Well?" Evan wheezed back at him, tongue hanging out as he caught his breath.

"That was . . . intense." Monty nodded slowly. He tried to step back, but winced, his cock still caught fast as Evan's ass clamped around him while he continued to pulse and seep inside of him. "How long is this supposed to last?"

"I dunno." Evan shrugged. "Couldn't be more than like, fifteen minutes?" He groaned as Monty tested the tie again. "If you'd stop squirming!"

"That long?" Monty signed, seeming to deflate atop the larger dog.

"It's like a cuddle enforcer," Evan beamed.

They both paused to look over to the television. That box game show event must have ended minutes ago. Now the contestants were lined up, all wearing their spandex suits with buckets dangling over their heads like comedic swords of Damocles.

"So . . . do you feel ready to write your great American quarantine book now?" Evan asked, eyes fixed on the screen.

Monty snorted, watching a bucket overturn, coating a contestant in inky black slime. "I don't think anyone is going to want to read about how two impoverished roommates got bored, took weird sex drugs, and then bonked each other doggy style in the middle of the day."

"Are you kidding me? That's just what America needs now. The truth!" Evan stood up straight and pointed his muzzle up like a poster dog from some kind of overly patriotic propaganda.

They both laughed, continuing to watch the antics unfold onscreen.

"Hey, let's order that Thai for lunch." Evan tried stepping forwards as Monty yelped behind him, most sensitive flesh still keeping them stuck fast together.

"Agh! Careful," Monty hissed. "How are you going to do that? You don't even have thumbs right now?" He rubbed a paw against Evan's back to demonstrate.

"You can still use phones; paws work as well as fingers. I just need to reach mine, come on . . ." The husky started to move and Monty had no choice but to awkwardly try to step along with him, whining as he strained out over the table, ass grinding down against his exhausted cock. Evan slid his phone towards him with a paw and then picked it up gingerly in his jaws, plunking it down on the couch in front of him.

"I'll just order now through the app, and I'm sure I'll be changed back by the time it arrives." His claws clicked against his screen as he swiped to unlock his phone.

"And what about me?"

"Dude, you get to eat people food as a dog. Trust me. It'll be great!" Evan's tail wagged out from under Monty's side as he slowly navigated the app with a wide, clumsy paw. "You still want pad Thai, right?"

* * *

Lee, the delivery man, knocked at the door of Apartment 26B. He waited, but no one came to the door, which was unusual for two of the restaurant's best customers. With a shrug, he left the warm rolled up paper bag in front of their door and began to walk back to the stairwell.

Maybe they were just getting serious about social distancing.

He'd almost made it to the stairwell when he heard the door creek.

A skinny dark brown dog poked its head out from the door with a dish towel grasped in its jaws. Lee was about to rush forwards to shoo the dog away from the food when it draped the towel on top of the bag and picked it up in its pointed jaws.

Lee's own jaw dropped as the dog noticed him and froze. Its dark eyes went wide before it slowly pulled back inside like it was trying to avoid the detection of a tyrannosaurus.

Lee shook his head. Maybe they were training their dogs during the lockdown . . .

He turned and opened the door to the stairwell as he heard the apartment door creek again. This time, instead of a greyhound, a huge fluffy grey sled dog pushed through the door, blue eyes beaming as it watched him turn and exit down the stairs, fluffy tail wagging as it watched him go.

The delivery man snorted and shook his head as he made his way back to the street. He felt like he was crazy, but he swore that the husky had been watching his ass as he departed.