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Watch someone's dog for a day. Maybe walk it, feed it, whatever, and get a couple misplaced prescriptions of Oxycontin in exchange. It was a job simple enough for a moron, and that made it perfect for Lars. And speaking of Oxy, had a tablet in the morning, another on the drive over to the house, and another in the car before Kahnso dropped him off.

"Just don't piss in the goddamn sink," the vixen warned.

"I only did it once," the panda said, frowning.

Like a parent dropping her young son off for his first day in kindergarten, Kahnso smooched Lars on the cheek. Then she reached across - for a second Lars thought she was going to lean over in his lap and suck him off and he started to get a chub going - and opened the door. Her burly paw then cupped his shoulder and pushed him until he got out.

"Be good," she growled. "I find out you killed this guy's dog and I'm gonna break your jaws."

"Okay," said the panda, shrugging. He was used to her threats. Took them seriously, all of them; he'd seen her do things, things that would make a more complex mind snap in half. Kahnso was dangerous and frightening, but Lars loved her more than he could put into words. He was of a simple mind, florid language and nuanced description well outside of his skills, but he understood love.

He got out and watched as she drove off, and for a second he felt himself like a little kid on the first day of kindergarten. No mommy. No supervision. Nobody to coddle him. He turned and went inside with the key he'd been given earlier. The Oxy was really starting to make him feel good and it melted his anxieties.

This was not a typical drug dealer's home, a fact which even Lars could see. It was too nice. There was a flower bed running the length of the home's facade, full of lovingly-cultivated flowers which Lars could describe only by colors and vague shapes. Inside was beige, so much soft and neutral beige; beige and doilies and the neutral smell of a home which had never been smoked in, a home where the occupants bathed regularly and never itched their balls. It was, the panda decided in a rare moment of intuition, a grandmother's house.

Too stupid to feel self-aware in such clean surroundings, Lars sat his musky behind in a plush cream-colored chair and took in the inoffensive single-story home. He began to think a little bit that he could get used to surroundings like these; maybe once his smell started to bite into the carpet and the furniture, and if you added in some liquor, the requisite war chest full of drugs...

Eager barking from the kitchen jerked the panda from his reverie. Lars had a primitive vision of snapping jaws, snarling, drool flying from flesh-rending teeth. A guard dog, a drug dealer's dog, the kind trained to rip open the femoral artery (Lars had no idea which artery was which, he just knew that having them torn open was bad). Instead of a Doberman or a Pit Bull, a tremendous Great Dane trotted into the living room, barking joyfully at the guest, its short whip of a tail swaying, eyes bright. The dog, like the home, was a neutral brown color.

"Oh, hey," Lars said, relieved and remembering. "Posy, right?" He ruffled the dog's pert ears, stroked around her big blubbery jowls. Posy grumbled happily, tail whap-whapping, muzzle shoving its way into his paws. "Hey, good girl. Hi there. I'm babysitting you, yeah, I sure am." He was smiling now. Lars liked dogs when they were friendly. He patted her on the shoulders, said to her in a cooing voice, "Yeah, I sure am. I'm getting a whole bunch of Oxy for taking care of Posy, yes I am."

Posy barked, delighted by Lars and the way he touched her. She bit his arm, play-gnawing. Lars flinched and Posy released him, her ears splaying. She whined and put fore paws up on his lap, tried to lick his snout - tried to apologize.

Her huge, pink tongue slathered across Lars' cheek, laying down his fur with drool. There was no thought behind what Lars did next; it came as naturally as breathing. He opened his mouth and he caught her tongue and lapped right back. Posy slobbered her way through his mouth happily and stupidly, over his teeth and gums and palate, unmindful of his horrible breath since she, herself, had foul-smelling dog breath.

Lars moaned. He felt over Posy's lank, long body. Fingers feeling over her nipples, six, eight, maybe ten of them. He was bad at counting. He knew Kahnso had six-plus-two (six on the belly, two on her breasts) only because he spent every day with her. Posy was exciting and alien to him. Exploring her was a new frontier; Lars had never fucked a dog before in spite of his great love of his girlfriend and her swollen canine vulva.

On whims only a dog could truly comprehend, Posy dropped down from the stranger's lap and licked her chops. She studied him a moment, mouth open, panting, seemingly smiling. Then she turned around, twisting herself into a tight curve as if to chase her own tail. She slathered her tongue across the large pink pucker of her asshole for several moments and Lars watched closely, transfixed and jealous. If he could have licked his own asshole, he suddenly realized, he wouldn't have needed Kahnso nearly as much as he did.

"Hey, good girl. That's cool," Lars calmly said. He stood up and pulled down his sweat pants. His erection caught on the waistband and bounced when it was freed. "You lick mine too, girl? Huh? Lick my asshole too?" He kicked away his pants, turned, and bent over the chair unmindful of the precum he was smearing on the cushion. His tail flagged high over his round ass, the smell of which was thick and musky.

Posy nosed his crack, snuffled him. She took a gentle lick over his balls, then barked playfully.

"No, come on. Deeper," urged Lars. He pulled one of his cheeks aside and bared the pink ring of his asshole. Sweat gleamed in his fur like dew on a lawn the morning after a hot night. "Lick my asshole."

The Dane crammed her snout rudely into his crack. There was a language she understood. Her nostrils flared against his musky rim, snuffling, inhaling his identifying stink. She barked happily, glad to know him. Then she slobbered his asshole, but not just that. Her tongue was wide and wet and her love was indiscriminate. She slurped Lars' ass crack, his balls, his thighs. Nosed his asshole again, smelled it, lapped it some more. Whether she was trying to clean the panda or just interested in him in some obscure doggy way, Lars had no way of knowing. He just loved the feeling.

"Oh, yeah, good girl, great dog," Lars moaned, smiling wide, handsome face lighting up with his characteristically dopey smile. He cooed to her in near-baby talk, "Who's a good girl? Who likes panda butt? Posy does, doesn't she?"

Posy was elated by Lars' praise. Her tail wagged madly, swinging so forcefully that her narrow hips moved with it. Her tongue slobbered and slapped into his ass crack like a struggling fish, beating against his asshole and his taint and tail again and again.

Lars fondled his cock. He took his paw off his ass cheek to do so but Posy kept digging her tongue into his cheeks. "Good dog, good doggy," Lars cooed, meaning every word.

The Great Dane nuzzled him lower, exploring his balls, finding them interesting in a fleeting way. She slurped them, curling her tongue around them. Still Lars praised her and she decided that they must be pretty nice too, and so she kept lapping them, hungrily slathering his nuts with her drool, her wagging tail a blur.

"Oh fuck yeah, lick my nuts, good dog," Lars sighed, smiling big and wide. He started to jerk off and thought that that was pretty good, having Posy eat his ass and slobber his balls. Then the dog, in her mercurial way, lost interest in his sack and sat down.

The panda waggled his butt for her. "Posy, c'mon girl. Come on, good doggy-woggy." But Posy stayed put. She grumbled, barked. When Lars finally straightened up and turned, she reared up as if to pounce, and then planted her paws on his stomach. Lars caught her and leaned down, got a slurp on his lips. He wanted more but Posy hopped down. She spun on the spot and grumbled.

"What? What do you want?" Lars asked, tilting his head. "Can't you lick my butt some more?"

Posy barked at him. It was a brief and friendly bark. She ran off, collar tags jingling musically, and stopped at the back door. She waited for Lars and when the panda didn't come, she ran back to him, spun in place, and ran back to the door in an even bigger hurry.

"Oh, I get it," Lars said, and was proud of his deduction. He pulled up his pants and walked with her. He let her out the door and followed her out into the fenced-in yard. Posy pranced in the groomed grass, flopped into it, rooted in the sun-warmed yard.

Lars looked around. The backyard, too, fit a grandmother; a snaking flowerbed lined with smooth stones ran the length of the yard, a small wooden bridge passing over it in roughly the middle. The fence was made of tall stockade planks, and groomed hedges hugged them closely. The panda thought it was a good place to jerk off if he was inclined to whack it outside, which he sometimes was.

Enjoying the sunlight on his malnourished body, Lars sat in the grass and was beset by Posy. The dog brushed against him, then sat down heavily. Lars hooked an arm around her and smiled. "Good girl, Posy." Posy barked.

The panda glanced around the yard. Even if the fence had been chain link, he would have probably masturbated; Kahnso's frequent assertions that Lars suffered retardation were on the money. He whipped out his thick, dark penis and began to fondle himself, bringing back the erection Posy had first given him.

To Lars' delight, Posy took an interest in this process. She nosed into his groin, snuffled it, and then lapped at his penis with long, slobbery slurps. Lars sat back in the grass, grinning and closing his eyes. "Good girl, Posy, you're such a good girl, yes you are, yes you are."

Posy slobbered him. His penis soon glinted with drool in the sunlight. He patted her head, rubbed her ears, and his praise never stopped. It was a nice feeling, having his prick washed by a dog, but it wasn't going to be enough to make him cum. Not that it bothered him. High on Oxy, Lars took pleasure in the simple things like sunlight and having a dog lick his genitals. He sighed.

Lars laid back in the soft carpet of grass. Posy slurped his crotch a few more times and then stood over him, panting, tongue dangling past floppy jowls. Specks of drool fell from it as it wobbled with each pant.

"Hey, why'd you stop? You wanna kiss some more?" Lars asked her, petting over her head, rubbing her ears. Sometimes he rubbed Kahnso's ears and she liked that a lot. Posy liked it just as much. She grumbled pleasantly, pushing into Lars' paws, bringing her snout closer and closer to his face. Pungent dogbreath washed over his muzzle. Lars, used to bad teeth and meth breath from Kahnso, was unfazed by the smell.

The panda felt along her lanky, healthy body. His fingers strummed her nipples and he smiled, thinking of Kahnso again and the six vestigial nipples on her belly. He had never once seen milk come out of her. That would have kind of hot, he thought. Then he felt lower, palming around her hips. His fingertips brushed across the mound of her vulva and he quickly went back to it, began to tickle and pinch it in gentle fingers. Dealing with the temperamental Kahnso had taught him how not to handle pussy.

Posy huffed in his face. Her tail pulled eagerly to the side and she looked down at the panda with vacuous eyes, basically mirroring the panda's dopey expression. Lars kissed her on her jowls and said, "Your pussy is nice. My girlfriend has one. She doesn't call herself my girlfriend, but, you know. She is. I guess."

She listened to him contentedly, understanding nothing but enjoying his gentle tone. She licked his lips briskly and huffed in his face. The thick dark lips of her vulva were spongy and hot, and as Lars played with its mound, she began to grow wet. Posy was an intact girl. Although her estrus was a few weeks away, Lars' stimulating touch was enough to spur along her instincts, bringing to the surface her need to breed.

"Wow, you're getting all, like, wet and stuff," said the panda with a hint of pride. Lars was pleased with himself for his ability to make nearly any woman - or man - he wanted horny. Even a dog was not immune to his stupid charm.

"Hey, turn around, like-, you know," Lars mumbled. An idea was flickering in his mind, making its way through vast empty spaces where brain cells had wilted and died like blighted flowers. He nudged Posy back and sat up. The horny dog whined and turned around, perked her bottom out, hoisted her tail.

"Nice, good doggy," Lars said, eyes fixed on the plump mound of her vulva. He brushed his nose into its lips and drew in a sniff. The stink of her pussy was deep, almost foul, but Lars was used to the strong stink of dog pussy. He was too stupid to realize what it said about Kahnso that her pussy smelled no better than Posy's did.

"You smell nice," Lars gasped between snuffles. "Oh, man, your pussy smells really good. Yeah." He slurped its puffy lips, tongue swabbing through them, working over the pink inside. Without giving it much thought he nosed her anus and he snuffled that too, inhaling the potent musk from Posy's big pink asshole just as lovingly as he had from her cunt. Posy whined softly, panting, drool pattering into the grass.

The red panda sat back and looked at the dark spade-shape of Posy's vulva for a moment. Lars enjoyed a love for the shape and feel of canine pussy and was not unlike a connoisseur perusing fine art. He was incapable of putting his feelings into complicated words, but he loved it. "Your pussy looks so good," he sighed to the dog like a happy lover. His cock throbbed.

Posy barked. She dipped on her front legs and perked her narrow rump out, whining again, wanting to breed. A plump globule of colorless, musky vaginal fluid fell from the edge of her spade into the grass.

Lars stood up and stepped out of his pants. The feeling of being bottomless outside was nice. He decided that when he was back at home, he would try to talk Kahnso into having sex with him out by the pool. The sun was pleasant.

"Okay, Posy," Lars said, pressing up against the tall dog. His unguided penis brushed with her anus. He grabbed his black, greasy cock and slid its rounded tip against the split of Posy's cuntlips. Again the dog softly whined. Lars grinned. "Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you. You remind me of my girlfriend."

It actually surprised Lars, as he pushed his way into Posy's snug box, just how similar to Kahnso she felt. Posy's spade was a bit smaller but Lars barely noticed that. He pressed deep inside of the huffing dog until his fingers brushed her sex, and then he let go of his cock and pressed it the rest of the way inside. Just like that, he was buried inside of the dog's deep pink tunnel, being gripped and warmed by its humid flesh. He shuddered as he grasped her hips.

"Oh, fuck," Lars wheezed. "Your pussy feels nice. Yeah." Posy grumbled contentedly.

Enjoying the sun on his back and the Great Dane wrapped around his cock, Lars started to fuck the big, fawn dog. Slow and dozy on his drugs, he fucked her with loping strokes of his hips. There was no rush, and that was good for Lars, who felt like he was going to last a while. He petted over her sides, feeling her many stiff teats, enjoying them with perverse lust.

Posy panted and huffed, tongue dangling from her maw. Posy liked the panda. He smelled good, he liked her kisses, and he was breeding her. It had been years since she had last been bred. Once she had been gravid with nine puppies. Motherhood seemed to go by so fast. They nursed from her, they bounced and played and grew, then one by one they were gone. Posy forgot about them, but the urge to breed never left. She pressed back into Lars, huffing, whining playfully. His penis was the wrong shape but it felt good.

The lanky red panda caressed Posy's sun-warmed back, sliding fingers through her silky coat. Lars was not one to notice, but the dog's grooming was as impeccable as her fitness. Posy was a perfect bitch. Lars appreciated her in raw, lustful terms; he liked the musky stink of her genitals and the way her big, dark spade warmed his cock. He loved her slobbery doggy kisses. For different reasons altogether, Lars thought Posy was a perfect bitch too.

He strummed her nipples again. The urge to suck on them flitted through his mind. Sometimes he suckled Kahnso's, usually just her breasts but sometimes her belly. She was ticklish and tended to punch him, while giggling, if he tried it. He wondered if Posy was ticklish too.

Lars said quietly, almost mumbling his repetitious words, "Good girl. You have a nice pussy. Really good girl." Posy's tail wagged.

The panda's body and mind both seemed warm and soft under the influence of the pills. A dreamy smile spread across his muzzle. He pushed against Posy, moaning at the tickle of pleasure he received. His nerves were not numb but his sensitivity had been considerably dulled. But what pleasure did make it through the druggy haze was potent and sweet.

"Hey. I have an idea." Lars pulled back, cock slipping free of Posy's thick cuntlips. Her wetness clung to his penis, marbling its black surface, making it sparkle unevenly in the sun like a rough gem. He marveled at this briefly as he sat back, then laid back. A cloudless blue sky hung over him and he felt warm and content, swaddled by soft grass.

Posy barked and huffed while turning around. She nosed Lars' standing cock, smelled its musky length, and then slurped it several times. Her long pink tongue slid around his shaft, gently tugging it, and Lars shuddered.

"Hey, good girl," the panda said, but his mind was on her box. Tongue was good, pussy was nicer. He pawed at her head and she walked over him, tail wagging, slobbery tongue dangling out of her mouth. Lars grabbed her narrow hips and pulled her down; Posy sat obediently without seeming to care as the panda's cock touched her loins.

"Good girl, Posy. Like this. Just hold on," Lars murmured. He was barely uttering coherent words, but Posy liked his sweet tone. She would have done anything for the panda due to his kind voice.

Lars guided his cock to the dark lips of her vulva for the second time. He was used to this position too; Kahnso straddled him in drunken stupors at times, and Lars would be forced to find his way by touch alone. He plunged his cock back into Posy's spade with ease. The dog huffed and looked at Lars curiously. This was not how she mated, but she was not one to complain, especially not if her new friend was the one breeding her.

With his back on the warm grass and the world more stable around him, Lars braced his feet on the ground and he started to fuck the dog again. He held her hips loosely, letting her drift as he brought his hips up into her sex. His balls swung high and came down low; his sack was relaxed in the heat, hanging to mid-thigh from an upright position. It provided a soft clap as the panda fucked his canine friend.

Hunched over the red panda, Posy lovingly slurped his face and gave him a soft bark. Lars cooed to her. He kissed on her nose and her cheek, then licked back. Posy's tongue slopped across his in a long, wet drag and the red panda's jaw fell open. As Posy's tongue slid over the inside of his maw, he groaned in a deep and sexual manner. He began to suckle her tongue, welcoming it and keeping it inside his mouth where Posy used it to slobber and slurp excitedly.

Oxy or no, Lars was deeply invested in the sex now. The long, wet tongue of his canine lover enthralled him as much as her deep, inviting sex and he took both hungrily. He pounded the dog with harsh thrusts, fucking her hard, fucking her the way he fucked Kahnso. Posy was an experienced bitch; thick knots had done nothing to ruin her elasticity or turn her off of breeding. She pushed into Lars with a need of her own. She did not understand the kissing or the position she was in with Lars, but the fact that the panda was capably breeding her was obvious even to a dog.

Lars fucked Posy with all the strength he had in his wiry body. Like masturbating too soon after a climax, he was fighting against the drugs in his body, struggling to work himself to an orgasm. It was a fight he was used to having. Sweat oozed through his fur. Slobber caked his snout. Posy's tight box was milking him, seeming to mouth his cock with its contractions.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Lars burbled around Posy's slobbery, slinky tongue. The electrifying sensation of an orgasm was taking hold, making his legs tremble and his balls snug up tight against his sweaty loins. He mashed his mouth into the dog's wide maw, locking jaws with her, suckling her mouth, letting the slobber cake his fur like a thick lather.

"Mmh, fuck, fu-u-uck," bleated Lars, the words mushy and indistinct spoken into Posy's slobbering maw. The dog herself was obedient and sweet and so happy that her new friend liked to kiss and breed. She was happy with Lars and liked being bred by him just fine; and she kept slobbering and slurping because he was slobbering and slurping her back, making a mess of drool that she was simply unconcerned with as a dog.

Lars held on tight to Posy as if to keep her from floating away. He pulled the dog down and brought up his bony hips, and he bottomed out in her as he came. His cum gushed in fat, hot strips into Posy, satisfying the dog with incompatible semen. He groaned into the kiss; he couldn't remember the last time he had gotten such a slobbery kiss from Kahnso, and she never skimped on the drool. Posy gave the best kisses he could ever remember.

Finally Lars fell back into the grass, arms and legs splayed as if for a snow angel. The dog mouthed him, tongued him a moment more, and then she pulled back her tongue. Drool dribbled from her jowls and nose in great, shimmering ribbons. Lars looked at her, dazed and rather stupid, and then smiled. He gave her head a friendly ruffle. Posy gave him a redundant slurp on his well-slobbered cheek and pulled herself up and off of him. With no knot to keep her put, she did not feel inclined to stay on his cock.

Beside the exhausted panda, Posy sat down and ducked in her head. She slobbered her creamed sex, cleaning herself. Lars watched with half-hearted interest. A moment later she stood, then hunched as if to sit. For a moment her body gently trembled, and then she began to urinate, spilling a wide stream into the grass below. Lars watched the stream closely, smiling. Prior to his orgasm, he would have tried to get a taste. In afterglow, he was content just to watch her piss. "You could have done that on me," he said softly, tiredly.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun, of his afterglow and the buzz. He petted Posy idly, and he drifted into a shallow sleep.

Lars awoke at the sound of Posy's cheerful barking. He started to sit up, thinking with a minor note of worry that the little old granny who owned Posy was home. But it was Kahnso. Lars thought she looked nice in the sun. She had on her jeans, the ones with the shredded knees, and her sports bra. Her breasts were hidden but her six teats were pink and pert in the warm summer breeze.

"Lars, you fucking retard," she scoffed. "The dog? Seriously?"

"How did you know I fucked the dog?" Lars defensively asked. Even Lars' stupidity had its limits; he realized what he had said, and the evidence at hand. "Okay. But like. She came onto me."

Kahnso kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the grass. Then she straddled his bottomless form, glaring at him through the lenses of her sunglasses. "She's a fucking dog, you mongoloid. She didn't come onto you. You're just a retarded pervert."

Lars huffed. He looked at Posy, who stood nearby wagging her tail and panting. "Yeah, well. She eats ass anyway."

"Yeah, probably because your ass smells like a dead animal," Kahnso said. She smooched him on his musky, still slobbery lips. "I taught her to eat ass, actually. Eats pretty good pussy too."

The panda studied Kahnso's face for deceit. He was never good at detecting it even when it was there. "You-, what?"

Kahnso snickered. She stood up and pulled Lars with her. "I've fucked her too, you moron. You think you're the first person to babysit her?" She beckoned Posy over and the Great Dane bounced closer, barking in her sweet way. She nuzzled into Kahnso's big paw and the vixen stroked over her ears. "Yea-a-ah, Posy here's a good girl, isn't she? Isn't Posy such a smoochy-woochy good girl?"

Posy panted and barked at Kahnso's giddy baby-talk. She reared up and Kahnso caught her front legs, laughing. The vixen got a slurp on the face and then Kahnso eased her back to the ground. "Okay, gentle. Gentle, girl. Time to go inside."

Lars pulled up his pants. "You're really sweet with her," he said, smiling.

The vixen frowned at him. "Shut the fuck up. We're leaving."

"But what about Posy?" Lars whined.

"Someone else is watching her now. The granny who lives here, her grandson got off work early." She patted her hip pocket. "He gave me the pills already. Let's go."

Lars followed, but huffed. "I wanted to spend more time with Posy. She gives awesome kisses."

"And I don't?" Kahnso asked, her tone threatening but low.

"Of course you do," Lars quickly, wisely said. "Just-, she's got more tongue. And, uh. Like, more slobber."

"Uh-huh," Kahnso grunted. She went into the house, said goodbye to the dealer and to Posy. Lars ignored the dealer but gave Posy a loving ruffle on the head before he left with Kahnso.

Lars pouted about Posy most of the way home. His answers were monosyllabic and his eyes never met Kahnso's. Finally vixen warmed him up when she pulled the rattling pill bottle out of her pocket at a stop light. She and Lars both dry-swallowed two pills each, and then she pulled into the drive-thru lane of a McDonald's.

On their way home with buzzes coming on and a bag of hamburgers and fries, Lars finally looked at Kahnso. "I had fun with Posy," he said. "So. Um. Thanks."

"You're welcome," Kahnso said, mellowed by the Oxy. She smiled at Lars, a rare smile without her usual evil. "Hey. You said she licked your ass. Bet I can do it better."

Lars smiled back. "Maybe. Are you gonna try?"

She leaned over and smooched his cheek. "Sure am. Dog-fucking retard."

The panda sat back, blushing, smiling even wider. From Kahnso, that might as well have been I love you.