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Mixed Up Drinks

Cooper turned pushed the door to the club open, releasing the loud music out into the street. As the Golden Lab pushed his way through the crowd he constantly turned his head around to make sure Jack was following. He was excited to surprise his German Shepherd friend with something he was sure he would enjoy.

After all, it was their one year anniversary since they first met.

Cooper led Jack to a quieter portion of the club and sat down, his tail betraying his want to keep it a secret until they got back to the apartment.

"So, this time I'm gonna get the drinks," Cooper had to practically yell over the thumping bass.

"Sounds good," Jack yawned in response as he rubbed his face.

Cooper got up and quickly went towards the bar. He felt bad for pulling Jack to the bar right after his long shift, but he knew that the payoff would be worth it.

He worked his way through the crowd and stood as he waited for the bartender to see him.

Jasmine, a chestnut brown horse, finished up serving a drink to a different patron before walking over to where the Lab was standing.

"The usual again Coop," she asked.

The usual being two drinks, one referred to as the Heat, and the other called a Rut. Usually, when Jack was the one grabbing the drinks, he would order the Heat for Cooper and a Rut for himself. The drinks worked wonders when paired in such a way, allowing for a couple to go at it for much longer than they usually would.

Cooper's only issue with those drinks was that by the morning their effects would wear off, and he would only be left with a burning tail-hole for the rest of the day.

Cooper grinned stupidly, "Not tonight," he said with as much control as he could muster, "We're wanting something a little more... intense. Could we get a Breeder and a Stud?"

The horse gave a quizzical look, "You sure? Those aren't exactly temporary, and they're considered premium drinks."

Cooper shook his head, "That's good with us."

Jasmine nods, "One moment while I whip those up for you."

The Lab turned around to see what Jack was doing. He could just barely make him out in between everyone else that passed between them. A couple other canines seemed to have recognized him up because they were now sitting at their table.

Cooper turned back around to the bar to see the bartender finishing up the first drink.

"Alright," she said pushing it towards him, "Here's the-"

The Lab yelped when he felt a hand firmly grip his ass.

"Hey handsome," a graveled voice whispered in his ear. Cooper turned to see a massive black wolf towering over him. "What say we grab those drinks and head out. I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

The Wolf's slurred speech and alcohol stink made him uncomfortable. Cooper pushed the wolf's hand off of his butt. "Not interested," he muttered turning back to the bar.

Jasmine had been eyeing the situation as she pushed the finished drink towards Cooper, "Here's that second one."

The Lab quickly dropped a few bills onto the bar and grabbed the drinks before quickly heading towards where Jack was sitting.

While he navigated the groups of people, Cooper tried to remember which drink was which. He would have gone back to the bar to ask Jasmine, but he did not want to turn around and see the wolf again if he was still sitting there.

The one was a deep purple and the other was a bright yellow. He remembered the Rut was a dark blue color, so in his mind it would make sense that the Stud would look similar right? So the purple one goes to Jack and the yellow one was for himself.

He got to the table and took the seat closest to his German Shepherd. He put the purplish looking drink next to him and took a sip from his own cup. The Lab was hoping Jack would not look too closely and realize what was up. He was extremely intent on him not finding out until they were in private.

The other two canines were a couple of Jack's work buddies. Their discussion quickly ping ponged between ranting about their boss and insulting the customers.

Jack seemed to be too into the conversation to notice the difference in drink, because it took less than five minutes for him to finish it completely. Following suit, the Lab downed the last bit of his own drink before returning to focusing on the other two canines.

The one was obviously a Doberman, his short darker fur, longer more intimidating face and pointed ears gave it away. The other one was hard to figure out. He also had darker fur, but it was more gray than brown. His face resembled that of a Pit Bull, but if Cooper was honest with himself, he was not particularly good at noticing the differences between the various types of terriers.

Over the next hour or so the two canines went off doing their own things. During that time, the Lab made sure to head back to the bar to get a few basic drinks for Jack. Jack seemed to have a thing for Jack and Cokes, which he was pretty sure was more due to the name than Jack actually enjoying them.

Cooper would have loved to continue drinking, but convincing Jack to come in the first place required him to accept the responsibility of being the designated driver. To his excitement, though, and thanks to not being intoxicated in the least, Cooper was able to begin noticing the effects of his earlier drink.

His whole abdomen was beginning to feel warm and fuzzy. Usually he would start feeling needy shortly after the drink would take hold, but this time he was beginning to simply feel refreshed and alert. The Lab simply chalked it up to the drink being stronger than what he was used to.

It was when he glanced over to Jack that Cooper realized he definitely mixed up the drinks.

Cooper knew what taking the drink the Heat did to him, and Jack was showing all of the signs. The German Shepherd was sweating and seemingly out of it. He could not tell how much of Jack's reactions were due to the first drink he had, and how much was due to the alcohol he had consumed within the last hour.

"You feeling okay Jack," the Lab asked as he placed his arm around him.

"Yeah," the German Shepherd said snapping out of his trance, "Just feeling tired," he paused for a moment as his intoxicated brain tried piecing together what he wanted to say next, "I think I'm getting sick."

Cooper gulped. He wanted to make it a night to remember fondly, not like the way it was going.

"You wanna head out," he asked as he stood up.

"I- yeah."

The Lab helped steady the drunken Shepherd and they made their way back to their car.

The drive back to the apartment was painful for Cooper. Between the fact that he had ruined the surprise, and the powerful urges he was beginning to feel in his crotch, the ten minute trip felt like hours. The worst part for the Lab was the exhilarating smell that had begun coming off of Jack.

Cooper wondered if he smelled that way to Jack every other time they had come back from the club.

Once they got back to the apartment, Cooper led the Shepherd back to the bedroom.

"I need a-," Jack muttered between fevered breaths, "I need to take a shower."

The Lab was hesitant at first, but relented as Jack did not seem drunk as much as he seemed overwhelmed by the effects of the drink he had been given.

Once the Shepherd closed the door to the bathroom Cooper went over to his dresser to grab some clothes to change into. He pulled his shirt off and then dropped his pants. His quick undressing slowed as he saw the bulge sitting in his underwear.

His sheath had nearly doubled in size. His cock was undoubtedly be larger than what Jack wielded.

He dropped his underwear and simply marveled at its change. His balls had gone through similar changes. What were once grape sized testicles were now as massive as golf balls.

Without any particular encouragement his shaft quickly came out of its sheath, revealing his absolutely terrifyingly large knot.

Cooper whined as he felt the urge to relieve some of the pent up feelings that had built during the drive back to the apartment. He had to release himself somehow. God, he could still smell the lingering scent of Jack. It was the smell of a bitch in heat.

* * *

Jack was staring at himself in the mirror. The door to the bathroom was shut and locked, to his relief.

His sheath was maybe a third of what it had been that morning. His balls even less. They looked more appropriate on a young pup instead of an adult German Shepherd.

Another wave of heat flashed over his body, focusing itself in his stomach. He began panting. The heat waves had started while he was still at the club, was he suffering from some sort of disease?

His eyes shot wide open at his realization. Cooper must have given him the wrong drink. Why would he do that? He paused for a moment. That damn Lab must have gotten them mixed up. He was too much of a pushover to do anything like this maliciously.

He splashed water over his face and turned his shower on. He made the water as cold as he was able to and jumped in.

The cool water running over his feverish skin was heavenly. He rinsed himself off quickly and jumped back out. As he was drying his fur off, he jolted, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure as the towel rubbed against something sensitive on his abdomen.

Underneath his layer of fur he found four sets of nipples running down his body. Each one just as sensitive as the last.

Jack shook his head. He had never seen Cooper go through anything like this when he had consumed the Heat. Was it just a bad reaction?

"Cooper," Jack yelled as he opened the bathroom door, "You mixed the-"

The German Shepherd was caught off guard by the image before him. The Lab had been vigorously rubbing his impressive length. The sound of the door swinging open caused Cooper jump off the bed.

They stared at each other in silence.

Jack was admiring the unexpected size of his partner's tantalizing cock. He thought about the drink mix-up for a moment to himself. He might as well not let it go to waste, right?

When the wave of heat passed through his body he knew his answer.

"You fucked up the drinks so now you're gonna have to fuck me," he said, with a slight hint of annoyance, as he climbed onto the bed, his rump in the air.

Cooper stood still, processing what was going on. He was obviously not expecting Jack to take it as well as he was.

The German Shepherd turned his head around, "Well?"

The Lab eagerly launched himself onto the German Shepherd. His cock quickly burying itself into Jack's tight hole, a surprised yelp being the only sound Cooper could hear.

The rutting Lab could not contain himself for even a moment to consider if Jack was ready or not. The room was filled with the scent of a bitch in heat and it was driving him insane. His lust had overwhelmed him and the only way he could control himself was by releasing it.

Jack's eyes bulged wide open in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Cooper ravaged his ass. His inexperienced innards held the Lab's length with a death grip. He was unprepared for an average sized cock, let alone one that had suddenly grown to twice that.

Cooper immediately began thrusting with an energy he never felt before. The Shepherd's passage tightly massaged his throbbing rod as he pulled out partially, simply to relent again as his shoved himself deeper back in. The sound of slapping flesh mixed with Jack's exited panting.

He was not sure if this was the first time Jack had ever bottomed, but he could tell it was the first time in a long while. The night did not turn out how he had wanted it to, but he would be damned if he did not admit that he was preferring it this way.

Cooper's rhythmic thrusting quickly sped up. The in and out having less and less time between them.

Jack's mind was set ablaze by the intense feeling within him. Every thrust of the Lab's length into him was punctuated by his own insides tightening around it. His ring was burning in pain, but the rest of his body was screaming with glee. The German Shepherd had not thought that such a mix of sensations was possible until this point.

His own cock was rock hard. Jack tried to grip it with his hand to increase his own pleasure, but due to its shrunken size and the intense rocking caused by Cooper's body, he quickly gave up on the idea and let himself be led by the Lab.

By this point they were both heavily panting. Cooper could sense he was getting close to his own climax, and could intuit that Jack was as well. In a swift instinctual move, Cooper firming grabbed the Shepherd's thighs and drove his knot into Jack's already packed rear.

Jack loudly yelped once again because of concoction of sensation that went through him. His own cock fired its load all over the bed below him.

The Lab thrusted two or three times before letting his own torrent of spunk flood the Shepherd's insides. Cooper howled as wave after wave of his cream filled Jack even fuller.

Jack gulped in as he felt the warmth flood through his intestines. Eventually pooling into a single spot. He held his breath as the Lab continued to unload his shot. His bloated insides were screaming in pain. Cooper's downpour seemed unending.

Just as he thought he was going burst the flow stopped.

The exhausted Lab fell to his side on the bed, pulling the knotted Shepherd with him.

Jack could hear the snoring behind him almost instantly. There was no real surprise to how quickly Cooper passed out. In his mind, that dog probably burned a marathon's worth of calories with how vigorous of a fucking he had just given.

The German Shepherd groaned and rubbed his belly. Between the almost horse sized cock stuck between his legs and what felt like gallons of sperm he had just been filled with, a sizable lump sat where his six pack usually was.

Jack let himself bask in the warmth of his partner. He had never been the little spoon with Cooper before, and it was a nice change of pace.

The Shepherd yawned, feeling the exhaustion from his long day, and drifted off into the cozy embrace of sleep.

* * *

The sun had not yet begun to rise when Jack had launched himself off the bed and into the bathroom. The suddenly commotion and the sound of vomiting waking the Lab up.

Cooper drowsily picked himself out of the bed and made his way over the the bathroom. He leaned on the doorway, blearily he looked at the Shepherd unloading his stomach contents into the toilet as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Once Jack had finished and began feeling better he stood up and rubbed his face. He glanced down at his own body, noting the slight bump in his gut, and his still tiny dick.

"Hey," he said, still somewhat out of it, "When does this heat thing wear off for you usually?"

"Heat thing," Cooper's brow curled as he thought about what Jack was referring to, "You mean the drink?"

"Yeah."

The Lab suddenly jolted awake, "I thought you knew I mixed up the drinks."

"Yeah," Jack nodded, "You gave me a Heat, and you got a Rut."

Coopers eyes went wide as he realized why the Shepherd had been so relaxed with the night before, "Jack, I didn't order those two drinks. I ordered a Breeder and Stud. Those two are permanent."

It was a few moments before Jack understood what Cooper was telling him.

"Oh you motherfucker," he muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well, I mean, I guess I will be in a few of months."