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For how long you had been traveling, it was no longer clear. Wandering through the middle of nowhere for days on end, it felt like the endless stretch of barren land was starting to get to you. And yet you continued on, powering through the dusty land in hopes that you would make it out the other side or at least find somewhere to recuperate.

The sun was starting to set, meaning you would soon be left wandering through nowhere in the dark. Usually, that wouldn't be an issue but there were tales of strange things happening in a place like this, especially at night. At the very least you wanted to find a campsite or hopefully an inn to stay in. But it seemed the chances of that were slimmer than slim.

With no other choice, you pressed on, keeping your gaze to the distant sky, watching the color steadily shift from blue to a deep orange. It was a nice sight, quelling the worry that bubbled within. You took a deep breath, surprised by how fresh and clean the air was. It paired with the colors of the sky, chasing away your doubts.

While continuing on, your gaze lowered from the sky and fell on something just ahead of you. Standing tall, not far off from where you now stood was a house. But was it always there? There was no sign of it in the distance...

Before you stood a brown, wooden house. It looked very old, many of the boards making up the porch were clearly splintered and split. One of the windows had a large, jagged hole gaping right through the center. But the thing that stuck out to you the most was the lack of a door on the house.

All signs pointed to this place being trouble but the set was now set and you needed a place to stay for the night. As far as you could tell, the place was abandoned. There was a weird feeling that struck as you approached but you shook it off as nerves. After all, it was just going to be for a night...

The boards of the porch, weakened with age, creaked under your weight but held firm. Each of your steps were broadcasted for anyone else that was nearby to hear. But you hoped that wasn't the case. If anyone did live here it had to be a long time ago. There was no sign of anyone inhabiting the house. Ahead of the open door frame was pitch black and the only thing you could hear was your own breathing...

Your hand reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone. With just a few taps of your thumb, you turned on the device's flashlight. The beam of white light cut through the dark, revealing to you what the living room contained.

Pointing your phone back and forth, you could see what looked to be an ordinary home. The only thing that stood out was the clear signs of age. Wilted and torn wallpaper, a chair that was littered with tears, exposing the material within, and a lamp that was clearly knocked to the ground. Shards of glass surrounded the yellowed lampshade and the tube was snapped in half, exposing the wires running up the lamp's body.

"Hey."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Your phone fell from your hands, tumbling to the floor before falling flat on it's screen. The beaming flashlight pointed straight up, illuminating the entire room.

"Hey, you..."

You jumped again and turned around, facing the direction the sound came from. At first you weren't sure what you were looking at. Standing on an old, rickety flight of stairs was something. You couldn't tell exactly what it was but it looked furry and pink... That something bounced down the stairs before reaching the floor. You stood there, frozen as that strange thing stepped closer, just barely touched by the light of your phone.

Before you stood a dog, standing at just half your own height. From what you could see, his whole body was covered in pink, matted fur. Decorating his body in various places were black spots of varying sizes. You noticed the canine was trembling heavily as his gaze locked with your own.

"W-what are you doing here?" The words came out of the dog rather quickly. He pointed a digit at you, his eyes bouncing up and down, looking you over. He continued to tremble but oddly enough there was no hint of fear in his voice or expression.

Figuring this place must have or now belongs to the canine, you explained to him your predicament. All you needed was a place to spend the night and you would be along your way in the morning.

While you spoke, the pink dog's eyes were scanning all over your body. But you noticed that while he looked at your head and chest, the canine's eyes would stay a bit longer when they reached your hips. While he continued to tremble, the pink mammal twiddled his paws together.

As soon as you finished explaining, the dog nodded his head fiercely, clearly trying to make it look as if he was listening.

"I... I have a bed upstairs that you can stay in." The dog's words were harmless enough but there was something about the quick look he flashed you and the inflection in his voice that struck you as off. But the journey was starting to catch up to you. The pack you carried on your back now felt like stone and your legs were shaking a bit.

The dog turned around and led the way up the creaking and groaning stairs. You were quick to scoop up your phone, thankful it wasn't damaged. With that issue taken care of, you were left to follow the canine. While the both of you ascended to the upper level, the canine casually introduced himself as Courage. It came out suddenly and Courage didn't dwell on it either, putting some distance in between the two of you as he raced up the stairs.

At the very top, the canine turned around and watched you make the climb over the last few. Your eyes adjusted to the surrounding darkness and you were able to make out the dog ahead of you. He watched your movements closely, eyes drifting over your body in motion. Again, they lingered on your hips. This time you were sure of what you saw but said nothing. So far Courage seemed to be harmless. Sure he was a bit jumpy but you were sure it wasn't anything to worry about.

Taking the lead again, Courage bounced down the hallway, breezing right past a few rooms until he stopped at the door on the very end. He waved his paw at you, and you assumed he was urging you to hurry. You tried your best as you neared the door. As soon as you caught up, Courage opened the door and raced inside.

To your own surprise, the door didn't lead to a room, but rather another flight of stairs. Luckily there were only a few of them, leading up to what you assumed was the attic. Sure enough, a few more steps and you there. But the space was rather barren. There was nothing to note except a computer in the corner that was clearly old and busted.

On the other side of the attic was indeed a bed of sorts. Really, it was two mattresses stacked on top of each other but at this point you were too tired to care. There were much worse places that you had slept for the night after all...

The moment you set foot in the attic, a wide grin spread on the pink dog's face, giving a clear view of the strangely perfect holes in some of his teeth. Not only did the holes go straight through but they were perfect circles as well.

You tore your gaze away before you were caught staring. Instead you finally eased the pack off of your back, letting it fall to the floor with a thump. With the weight finally off your back, you couldn't help but groan and stretch. As you did, you could see Courage staring at you again, clearly looking at your navel, exposed by the lifting of your shirt. The moment you were done stretching his own gaze averted, now focusing on the bed again.

You looked at the bed as well, it looked comfortable enough and you were almost desperate to ease all the tension and aches in your body. You neared the stacked mattresses but stopped once you were close enough to take a good look.

Like everything in the old house, they looked to be rather old. There were a few tears on the surface, exposing the foam underneath. A lot of the bed's surface, namely the middle, was a very visible yellow. You assured yourself it was due to age rather than any of the alternatives that crept into your mind.

You heard the pitter-patter of feet on the floor, steadily approaching you. Courage was soon right there, a grin on his face as he heaved himself on the bed.

That attic actually had a working light bulb that dangled from a thick cord hanging from the roof. That gave more than enough light for you to get a proper look at Courage. It was clear to see, even in the shadows, that the canine was short. But he sported a rather large gut, protruding out in a relatively large, furry mound. Above them rested a pair of thick moobs, perfectly rounded like his belly.

Naturally, your eyes drifted lower but you didn't expect the pink canine to be completely nude. Just barely able to be seen under his gut was a tight sheath and further below was a pair of fur-covered balls. They swung as Courage continued to struggle, still attempting to get on top of the stacked mattresses.

Oddly, the sight amused you. Under the light of the attic's bulb you could clearly see a bumbling canine that was clearly having trouble. The mattresses were both large and stacked on top of each other until they reached the canine's own height.

You decided to help him, getting on the other side of the mattress. While Courage attempted to hop on the bed again, you pushed against his body. Your hands were at first on his back, carefully easing him up. But the canine got his footing and leaned forwards, making your hands slip along his wide, soft rump. A small gasp came from the both of you but as Courage glanced behind him you drew your hands back quickly. It was only for a split second, but you were sure you could see a quick smile spread across the canine's muzzle.

Courage rolled onto the bed, laying flat on his back. He glanced at you again before patting the mattress's surface.

You returned to the other side of the bed and eased yourself down on the bare mattress. To your own surprise it was rather comfortable. But the moment you laid down properly there was something that struck you. So close to the soft surface you picked up a smell, a rather strong one. The entire bed reeked a strong, biting scent. You couldn't place what it was exactly, but it seemed to be a mix of many different things. But as you continued to sniff it became clear that the smell had to do with the heavy yellowing that intensified towards the center of the mattress.

You weren't even sure why you were sniffing the bed. The smell was most certainly bad but there was something about it that just compelled you to keep inhaling. The scent was certainly bad but it didn't disgust you. Rather it oddly made you feel a bit excited. A few more whiffs and your heartbeat picked up a bit. The stale rank odor was also strong enough to be tasted. Despite the bitterness that touched your tongue you noticed that your mouth was starting to water.

"Comfy?"

The dog's voice got your attention and you looked in his direction. To your own surprise that canine was facing you, lying on his side, resting his head on his paw. You couldn't help but notice that his other paw was drifting down the pink dog's fat body. Tracing between his moobs and towards the large curve of his belly. You watched it all, your eyes following the canine's slowly drifting digit.

You had no idea why you were watching the canine do such a thing and yet your gaze remained. Not only that but you were inching closer to Courage. The only thing that made you realize was the sudden twitching of your own nose. Similar to the bed, there was a powerfully pungent stench before you. But rather than being confined to the fabric, the aroma was hanging heavy in the air. It filled your nose with even more of the smell. It's effects were twofold now.

Just a single whiff was enough to make you lightheaded. You could just barely feel your heart pounding or the thin line of drool leaking from your mouth. With the little focus you had, you were still trying to figure out how something could smell so bad while making you feel good at the same time. It was almost like you were hungry. You could feel something stirring within yourself but your mind was still heavily hazed by the scent surrounding you.

There was something that managed to pull you from the drifting of your mind. But it was nothing that you did. Instead it came from Courage. While you were all but consumed by the heavy musk that wafted from his own unwashed body, the pink dog's digits traced lower and lower. They soon made it to his tight sheath. Just a few little pressed was enough to make his red tip poke from the furry pouch.

A little stroking was all it took for the rest of his length to extend. A little moan came from the dog as his knot popped from the tight hold of his own sheath. That noise was enough to cut through your befuddled mind. Blinking and focusing on what lay ahead of you, there was Courage, casually stroking his cock right in front of you.

Looking past his large belly, you noticed that his length wasn't much, looking to be about three inches at most. But that didn't stop the pink dog from letting out unrestrained moans. His paws scored up and down his shaft, teasing against his tip before pounding his paw against his knot.

To your utter shock, just about four more strokes was all it took to make the canine lift his head. A howl pierced through the quiet atmosphere of the attic. Thin ropes jetted from the cock that pulsed and bumped against his stomach. Those ropes spurt in your direction, but didn't reach you. Instead they came to streak and dot the space between you. That seemed to explain the yellowed state of the mattress' surface and the sour odor that was now set deep in the fabric.

Your attention shifted from the gooey streaks to the canine, who started to moan yet again. As if his climax never happened, Courage was back to dragging his paw up and down his twitching inches. All the while, his eyes were drifting up and down your body. He was using you alone as material while he jerked himself off.

He came even sooner this time, snarling as his cock sprayed more strings of his seed against the bed's surface. A series of heavy pants came from the chubby dog before he looked you in the eyes. Instead of looking embarrassed, a grin spread over the canine's muzzle.

"Hehe... Sorry about the mess. I'm here all alone and I got nothing to look at."

From the looks of the attic alone you could see Courage wasn't lying. The room was all but barren, save for the makeshift bed the two of you would laid on and the computer that was busted and probably too old to run anything worth looking at.

You brought your gaze back to Courage and nearly jumped out of your skin. The dog's nose was right in front of you. A series of heavy snuffs came, puffing the dog's warm breath on your face. How did he get so close, and without making a single sound? It didn't really matter anymore. He was now right before you.

As Courage was literally a mere few inches before you, his scent was intensified and unfiltered, burning into your nose. Being in its presence for so long warped your perception of the deep, masculine smell. There was now nothing unpleasant about it all, rather you were sniffing alongside the canine, taking in his own musk, wanting more with each whiff.

"You smell good," Courage said, reeling his large muzzle back.

You told him that he smelled good as well.

Upon hearing that the canine blushed and let out a goofy laugh.

"R-really? The bath's been broken for about two years... Y-you really think I smell...good?"

You nodded and told Courage about the strange allure of his smell. Another laugh came from the canine. Spreading on his muzzle was a light blush.

"I...I've been here for a long time...all by myself... I know you're going somewhere but tonight. Would you mind if I..?"

Before the canine could even finish, you nodded. You understood the pink dog's situation, all alone in the middle of nowhere. It was more than clear that Courage was desperate for someone else's company. Besides, you wanted to get closer to the other male. His scent was so alluring and your whole body pulsed with heat.

Courage beamed and gave a little huff as he turned his body around. Spreading his legs, Courage presented his small cock and the pink balls that dangled underneath. They were right there before you and the canine gave you a series of nods, urging you to go ahead.

You decided to start slow. You shifted your own position into lying on your stomach, inching your face closer to the dog's bits. It was more than clear now where the source of that rank smell was coming from. Despite the cock being so small the smell coming from it was daunting. It punched right into your nose, burning within. The taste was clear on your tongue, the bitter acidic taste of piss. And judging from smell alone it was clear that Courage's cock was left to ferment in the liquids that came from it.

Looking even closer you could indeed see the bottom of Courage's knot was covered in a yellowed substance. Based on how much you saw the canine cum and so quickly, one after another, it wasn't hard to piece how the state of Courage's smelly body and his even smellier cock came to be...

Somehow, piecing that information together only made you all the more excited. By all accounts you were staring down a canine's small cock that was riddled with filth, both fresh and fermented and yet your own body was flush with heat and your mouth watered no less.

You inched even closer to the canine until your nose hovered over the base of his cock. You continued to huff the smelly dog's scent. Every breath of the power scent burned on its way down but in the best of ways. You were about to take another deep whiff but a sudden whimper came from Courage, making you draw back.

Just the sensation of your warm breath puffing against his cock was enough to make the pink dog seize up. You were surprised to see his length bouncing as it sprayed more of his seed across his wide belly. Courage himself whimpered and his thick legs shook from the pleasure of his third consecutive climax.

It seemed to tapered out rather quickly as it happened. With his pelt decorated in ribbons of his own seed, Courage looked over his large belly, looking to see what you were going to do next.

You recovered from your own shock and reached out with your hand. You could see that Courage was already trembling as it drew closer to his length. You were sure that if you just kept your touch light enough...

But the moment your hand made contact with the dog's shaft, Courage grit his teeth and blew yet another load, this one quickly coating your finger's in the excited canine's spunk. It clung to your fingers and seeped in between them, hot and sticky.

"S-sorry, I n-never could last long..." Courage said in between pants. He had an apologetic look on his face all the while. You really couldn't hold it against the canine. If that was the way he was, you were determined to work with it rather than against it.

You bit the bullet and did what you wanted the moment you laid eyes on Courage's unwashed length. You aimed the canine's cock towards you and opened your mouth, taking the inches into your mouth rather easily.

Knowing that you didn't have much time you worked quickly, swirling your tongue against the shaft, lapping up the thick mix of piss, sweat, and cum that left a scorching bite on your tongue. Despite that you found the deep flavor pleasant and your tongue continued to press and drag against the canine's length.

While your face was pressed in between his legs, Courage was already panting heavily. His toes were curling against every lip and slurp you plant on him. He was trying hard to resist the urge to blow his load but he was so excited just from your presence and the sensation of your hot mouth and your wet tongue was the icing on the cake, too much for him to bear.

Nearly howling, Courage was struck with the sudden hard bolt of pleasure. It coursed through his being, sending him over the edge. Try as he might, he couldn't stop his cock from pulsing and shooting his seed yet again.

You expected as much and continued servicing Courage's cock as it pulsed against your tongue. Hot, bitter ropes spurt and dripped down from the roof of your mouth. You powered through it, swallowing against the canine's shaft. It didn't last very long and Courage's cock remained hard, prompting you to pick up where you left off.

This time you focused your licking away from the tip and shaft, instead aiming for the knot, namely the layers of fluids that were just begging to be lapped by your tongue. It was easy enough to reach it and you nearly melted against the somehow deeply bitter yet delicious taste of the fermented fluids left to congeal under the canine's bulbous knot.

While you were treating yourself, Courage himself was left breathless for a moment. His knot was the most sensitive part of your cock and just the feeling of your tongue scraping against the thick film of old cum and piss... It left him reeling and trembling, hardly able to think straight.

You indulged yourself in the pink dog's filth, savoring the taste of his cock. While your mouth was working you took deep whiffs of his powerful musk. The scent instantly made you lightheaded, adding an edge to the already thrilling experience. You dragged your tongue against the underside again, collecting more of the sour fluid. There was no sense of shame or disgust as you gave into your desires. You aimed to more or less clean Courage's cock, lapping up as much of the virile stuff as he could.

You could feel Courage starting to stir underneath you and his breathing was picking up dramatically. It was only a matter of time now...

Courage was trying his best to hold off even longer than before. The feeling your tongue against his shaft was one thing but you were swirling and dragging your tongue directly against his knot. That was an intense brand of pleasure he wasn't prepared for. The pink mutt knew resisting it was a losing battle but he still attempted nonetheless...

"Oooaaah..."

Another deep groan came from the now cumming hound. Now those hot pulses were striking against the back of your throat. You had no trouble swallowing them down as you waited from Courage to settle down. At this point your tongue was heavily coated, both in piss and old cum but also the fresh ropes of seed coming straight from Courage's balls.

With a small noise of your own, you eased Courage's spent cock from your mouth, taking a moment to swallow down the fluids that filled your mouth. The feeling of the stuff slithering down your throat felt good. Once that was taken care of you turned your attention back to Courage.

Despite how heavily he was panting and how much he had released, his crimson length was still hard and bobbing for more.

As much as you enjoyed the canine's taste there was more than you wanted to do with Courage. You figured it wouldn't hurt to let him take control. This time you were the one changing position before a confused Courage. He watched you turn yourself around his eyes were wide and he trembled again at the sight of your hole now presented before him.

You gave Courage a small nod and he quickly heaved himself up, all but tackling into your backside. You gave a small huff, feeling the canine's cock poke in between your cheeks. Immediately there came warm drips of either precum or full ejaculate. You couldn't really tell as your face was resting against the smelly bed. You trusted Courage to just take you but you also had a feeling that he wouldn't hurt you either.

Taking hold of your hips for stability, Courage got even closer, pressing himself in between your asscheeks. It grazed over your hole, making you shiver just a bit. Either Courage noticed this or the two of you were on the same wavelength; his hips rocked back and forth, slipping his cock against your hole over and over. Steadily, more and more hot fluids were spurt against your rim. It was smeared against your ass, making you feel sticky and wet in the best of ways.

"Mmph... It's so soft and...and... Mmrrph..!"

Another buck of Courage's hips came, a bit of power behind them. Following it was the pulsing and swelling of his cock, followed by the volleys of seed that spurt from his pulsating tip. A long winded sigh came from Courage, reveling in yet another quick burst of heavy pleasure. In just about a minute he was ready to go again and his humping started anew.

The strings of spunk in between your cheeks worked as an added lube for Courage. He wasted no time picking up the pace of his hotdogging.

You could easily hear the dog's fervent panting and the light squelches of his cock squishing in between your mounds. Every press and slide of his length against your hole brought you flashes of pleasure as well.

You felt Courage tremble against you yet again. More spurts of warmth gushed against your ass, making your backside feel hot and sloppy. Through it all, Courage continued to hump his cock against you, shooting a few ropes against your lower back. The humps soon slowed and Courage sighed as he took hold of himself.

Moaning against his own touch, Courage aimed his cum-slathered cock against your hole. He pressed forwards and the tip easily sunk inside. A moan of your own came out as the dog sunk the rest of his short cock inside of you.

Courage gripped you even tighter and pressed his body against you own, resting his large belly on your back. Bouncing his lower half up and down, the canine was finally rutting into you. His cock, plenty lubed with all the cum that coated his cock and the abundance pre that dripped right inside of you.

Despite there not being much for the dog to work with, Courage managed to reach your sweet spot, coaxing moans from you while sending bolts of pleasure that scored through your body. You were surprised by the amount of force the canine was putting into his actions. He even managed to rock your body back and forth.

Courage's grunts grew stronger, matching the increasing strength of his rutting. He was in total bliss; the hot walls of your ass gripping his pumping cock was the best thing he ever felt. Naturally, it forced yet another climax out of him. But Courage powered right through it, continuing to plunge his cock in and out of your hole while his shaft pulsed and his tip let off rope after rope.

You were once again surprised by the canine's display. You could feel hot cum clinging to your insides and from the grunts from above it was clear that Courage had reached his peak. What really caught you off guard was his steady pumps deep within you. If he was indeed cumming it seemed to have no effect on him, or the canine was forcing himself onward, delivering thrust after thrust despite the hard pulses of his cock.

Courage muttered to himself as he gripped you tighter, slightly digging his claws into your skin. Try as he might, the canine was all but powerless against your hot and now squishy ass. He humped into you even harder before giving on last hard push. That was enough to shove his knot past your rim. Another howl pierced the quiet ambiance of the attic as the strongest orgasm so far overtook his being.

***

It was extremely late when I was all set and done. The bed was littered in new ropes of spunk that would eventually dry and add to the surface's scent. But it didn't bother you as you lied on top of it. Your focus was instead on the canine that showed you such a good and interesting time. A pleasured noise came from the canine as you slowly stroked the soft, fluffy fur of his chest.

As you did that, your own eyes became heavy. You cuddled up close to the pink dog, pressing your face against the fur of his neck. His scent calmed you and made sure you were going to have good dreams.