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"Every Dog Has his Day"

Dusty raised his arm as Dr. Peregrine examined him; Alexander Peregrine had been the closest thing he ever remembered having to a father, even before the--change from a regular pup into this humanoid animal, he didn't know his parents. He didn't know his siblings. He didn't recall his life before coming to live with him. And when he was changed, he aged like a normal human, now only eight years old, he stared at the doctor who pressed a stethoscope to his chest and listened to his heart. Then again, and again, but this time in his armpit. He recoiled his arm and giggled.

"Dusty." Peregrine said with a stern, but amused look on his face. "You have to hold still..."

"But I don't like to hold still, Doctor." Dusty said before raising his other hand and scratching behind his left ear. "This is so long."

"Mmhmm." He said as he continued his examination. "Well you aren't the only boy who fidgets."

"But I'm not a boy. I'm a dog." He boasted proudly.

"You are a coyote. So maybe a little bigger than a dog...well at least once you've grown up." He paused. "Say, Dusty. What did you want to be when you grew up?"

"When I grew up?" Dusty replied. "I've never given it much thought. I guess I've never had to."

"You're very smart for eight years old...or...sorry you're about a year and a half, aren't you?"

"Practically an adult."

Peregrine smiled. "You know, when you became...what you are now, it was about a year ago after my son died... you're just as smart as he was."

"Is that all I am?" Dusty asked. "Your replacement son? Something that can be bought like meat at the market?"

"What? No. Not at all."

"But you paid someone to make me--"

Peregrine's face grew completely frigid. "Now you stop that. That's not true. What I did, I did to save your life, you know that." Dusty flumped down in his seat and crossed his arms, pouting. "Doctor Shepherd gave me the use of his Transdogmifyer so I could--so I could help you." He patted Dusty on the leg and smiled. "I wanted to give you a life that you wouldn't have had if you'd remained...like an ordinary coyote."

"...thank you..." Dusty said, pushing a smile to his muzzle.

"Now that you have a full life to live, what did you want to be when you grew up?"

As if the timing was perfect, a loud news alert echoed through the house, drawing his attention to the television as it came on, revealing several dogs; a husky, a doberman, a golden retriever, a sheep dog, a collie and a rottweiler. All of them anthropomorphic like him. It was an instant attraction to the coyote, whose ears perked up at the sound of the broadcaster.

"And now, we go live to town hall where the famed "Road Rovers" are going to be accepting a key to this fine city for once again saving it from the dark clutches of the evil General Parvo and his mistress, the Groomer!"

As the camera panned into the mayor handing a large key-shaped item to the rovers, they all joined in at once for a howl. "Very good! Very good dogs!" The mayor spoke happily with a smile on his face. "Thank you for once again saving our fair city from that nefarious Parvo. Rovers, do you have anything to say?"

"I would not have predicted this!" The retriever named Hunter said with a laugh of amusement. "This is truly an honor!"

Dusty smiled watching the news, he had settled on the couch in front of the TV to watch. Peregrine walked over and leaned over to look at the coyote. "Dusty?"

"I want... to be a Road Rover." He said with a starry-eyed glaze over his eyes. "Can I?"

"Well... if you study and be a good boy, then yes...I can see if Doctor Shepherd could get you onto their team someday..."

It wasn't a month later though that the Road Rovers broke up...and devastated Dusty.

***

Ten years passed like the blinking of an eye, and Dusty did grow up like a human. He went to school, he graduated. Doctor Peregrine even got him into a prestigious college; with the kind of money he was worth, it was only a matter of time and zeroes for the campus to adjust for a human-formed canine to join their student body. He had grown taller, his coyote nature gave him a tall, broad but wiry frame. While his neck was the only part of his torso to really get thick, the rest of his limbs seemed gangly in comparison. He hadn't realized his dreams of becoming a Road Rover, but due to his martial arts training and his schooling, he was more than a match for any would be bullies and he always did well to stand up for himself.

Peregrine on the other hand had become even more famous as he moved up into the top one percent of the richest men in the United States, and top five percent in the world at large. With the wealth came great opportunities, and constant warnings that they might have enemies which had plagued him for most of his teenage years. But he never did get into the habit of calling Peregrine his father. His level of control had increased, and it continually infuriated him, cutting into his life both in school and out of school.

"Dusty. You know you can't go to some... party this weekend?" Peregrine said, barely acknowledging the coyote without looking up from his paperworks.

Dusty chuckled amusedly. "Oh come on, doc. Everyone in my class is going to be there, and it's the first chance I've had to feel actually normal since I started school!"

The doctor looked up at Dusty, his eyes narrowly looking over his half-rim glasses with that look of exhaustion Dusty knew too well. "You know why you can't. Who says you can't be normal without going to some dumb party."

"Doc, it's not like it's some ritualistic sacrifice or something. It's just going out, having a few beers, hanging with some peers. You know... like everyone else does."

"You are not like everyone else." Peregrine answered coldly, his gaze going back to his paperwork. "We only agreed to a college because you said you would be careful."

"Right, well I didn't expect to be under house arrest every minute I was out of the house. You and your... secret service guards keeping tabs on me twenty-four seven isn't exactly the freedom I need."

"Dustin." Peregrine had lengthened the coyote's name in the events that he got irritated with him; which happened pretty often. He sat back, putting his papers down. "Sit." Dusty sat instinctively across from the doctor. "Listen. I know, you turned eighteen a few months ago and you have your entire life ahead of you, I get it. But there is something you need to know."

Dusty's ears perked a bit. "What is it?"

"I was hoping to tell you over dinner, but as this is going to possibly impact your plans for the evening, I should just tell you straight out. There was a threat made on your life..."

Dusty's ears drooped some. "What?" He asked in a surprisingly deadpan way.

"That's why I went through the trouble of hiring a bodyguard for you. Now, you might not like it, but hear me out--"

"That is the lowest thing anyone could ever do for me." Dusty growled. "To think I can't take care of myself--I mean what sort of a threat are you imagining is going to come after the adopted anthropomorphic canine of a doctor, no matter how prestigious he is, no matter how much you're worth, Peregrine nothing would have prepared me for the fact that you don't think I can take care of--" Dusty's words froze in his throat as the office door opened and a familiar figure stepped inside.

He was wearing a white tank top shirt that pressed hard against his chocolate fur, dark and milky brown colors accenting the canine's body. A pair of camouflage pants hugging every inch of his waist and legs, leaving just a hint of his bulge underneath. Instantly, Dusty felt tighter in the pants as he looked up and about a foot above him loomed Blitz from the Road Rovers and his mouth fell open. "You--you're..." He couldn't even eek out the words.

"Ja...? Are you Dusty then?" He looked the coyote over and even gave him a courteous sniff before looking at Peregrine. "This is him, right?"

"Yes. Yes that's him." Peregrine said. "Dustin, I trust you know Blitz?"

Dusty could hardly believe it, he'd never imagined he'd be smelling the musk off of Blitz, even those boots he was wearing radiated a certain odor from his naked toes within. His throat had gone dry. "I mean...wow I'm... a huge fan."

"You are?" He scratched his head.

"I mean you and the other Road Rovers, I wanted to join you guys, but you broke up before I ever had the chance to--"

"Oh... that..." Blitz exhaled sharply. "We had a difference in opinion over who should be leader and it escalated to the point where even Master Shepherd couldn't control it. Eventually we had to break up." He shrugged.

"Blitz I'd like for you to take Dusty to his classes today. He seems to--resist my own bodyguards, which is why I hired you. Maybe you can help reign him in a little bit."

"I'm standing right here." Dusty said with a glare.

"I'll go bring the car around then." Blitz said as he slipped a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and vanished from the room.

"Now, Dusty. I want you to treat Blitz with better respect than you give my own guards, he's your personal guard now and I don't want to hear another word out of it."

"Oh... no, sir I won't complain one bit." He said as he hurriedly left the room to get ready.

Getting dressed was a breeze, Dusty practically flew up to his bedroom and got his outfit together, readying himself for the day; he put on a short sleeved flannel-looking shirt and a pair of blue jeans before putting his boots on and grabbing his satchel with his laptop. As he skidded down the railing of the stairs he noticed that Blitz had already pulled up with a limousine outside the front door and hurriedly made his way toward it. The back door had already been opened and he climbed in without paying much attention to the driver. He'd have plenty of time to gush over the doberman and was ready to go spend the day in classes with him nestled outside in the hot car getting all sweated up for the afternoon trip home. He was over eighteen now and there was only so much a dog could take after all. But as the door closed behind him, he heard the lock latch and another smell expelled from the air conditioning vents. He barely noticed anything other than feeling sleepy, and an oddly familiar figure in a gas mask looking at him through the driver window before everything around him went black. The last thing he could hear was the sound of the car starting up and pulling forward...

***

The room was dark around Dusty as he woke up; his groggy groans echoing in his ears as he roused. "What--where--?"

He shook his head and felt that he was sitting in an awkward position, his legs inclined up some, his shoes having been removed and leaving his socks on. He peered at them awkwardly before hearing a door slam open and a hulking man with a long beard entered the room. "Well. Look who's finally awake."

"Wait--aren't you...?" Dusty started.

It was General Parvo; the greatest nemesis of the Road Rovers. After his defeat ten years ago, the rovers had separated and he hasn't been seen since. To Dusty's surprise, the general was much larger than he remembered, he had large muscles and an impressive pectoral array across his chest. Most of his mechanical components had been replaced with actual flesh, he'd noticed a normal pair of human legs draped under those tight black pants he was wearing. He scoffed and looked at the back of his fingers, casually admiring his nails before glancing back at him. "Oh, so you've heard of me, have you?" Dusty nodded and watched as Parvo admired his feet briefly before moving in closer. "Do you know how long I've wanted to bring in one of you blasted Cano-sapiens to dish out my vengeance for years of embarrassing and utterly horrible defeats I've faced? And now I've got one of you, right in my grasp! Finally!"

"But--I'm not one of the Road Rovers, I was created by Doctor Peregrine using Professor Shephard's technology only a year or so before the Road Rovers broke up."

"Not like that matters." Parvo said, removing one boot and exposing his large left foot, which left even one toe hanging from it and firmly shoved it against Dusty's chest, rocking him back slightly as he leaned his weight into him. "I will get my revenge..." He said as he grinned wide.

Dusty's throat felt dry as Parvo pushed him back some. "What--what are you going to do to me?" He didn't want to admit that this was hot; not only the musky smell emanating from Parvo's foot, which was somehow flesh again since the last time he'd seen him on the news, but the fact that it felt so real and so warm against his chest was making him hard.

Parvo slid his foot up, maintaining a sturdy balance as he brought it higher and higher, occasionally using his toes to drag Dusty's shirt down little by little until the buttons began to give way and exposed his lean, but poofy-furred chest. Dusty blushed and pulled his head back, resisting Parvo's toes as they kept insisting and reaching his neck. There was no way he liked a scum like Parvo. There was no way this was turning him on so hard--but the fact that he was one of *their* villains...the fact that he was being targeted because of who Peregrine was--who he was...he wanted it badly..."Don't worry kid..." Parvo said with a grin as his foot descended down the coyote's torso straight to his stomach, his heel rubbing against his bulge and grinding into his package. "Soon as your master pays your ransom, you'll be home free...at least...after I've had my fun with you."

Dusty felt the general's toes spread slightly as they brushed over his cock, still buried deep down in his pants, the man's whiskers seemed to raise up in a malicious smile as he noticed. "Oh, I didn't expect this." He gave a laugh. "Seems like the puppy likes what he--" A buzzing noise immediately tore his attention away and he moved over a foot to the wall, slamming a hand down on the button. "WHAT IS IT? I am busy!"

Just then, as if on cue a loud explosion heard from somewhere distant then shook the compound. A voice replied and Dusty immediately recognized it as Parvo's accomplice the Groomer. "General, we've got a problem. A certain... infestation of those canines you don't want me to talk about--"

As Parvo argued with the intercom, Dusty was at work trying to unbind his hands. "Which canines are you talking about?"

"The Road Rovers, sir! At least four of them are trying to break in! It's as if they know the kid's here--"

"Don't even mention those Rovers to me!" Parvo growled. "I don't care what you've got to do, just take care of them!"

"Yessir!" Groomer's voice was cut off instantly as Parvo turned off the comms and turned his attention back to the bound coyote.

"Now... where were we?" He asked as he loomed in on Dusty's face. "You happen to like this, huh?" He said as he placed his foot back between his prisoner's legs, resting his heel on his crotch. He then reached down and unclasped the buckle of his belt, letting his hips slide from his pants. Dusty could see that Parvo was wearing some rather tight and holely underwear, boxer briefs with an almost sickly green color and cat faces printed across them. Not exactly the hottest underwear in the world, but as he breathed in, he could definitely smell the man's musk as it was unleashed upon the room. With his foot propped up though, he couldn't bring his pants down more than halfway as his foot edged up and up the coyote's bare chest. "Mmm... now there's a reason to like a dog..."

"Well, there's something you should know..." Dusty said as he felt his bindings suddenly loosen from around his wrist. "I don't stay down easy..." He grinned before suddenly flinging his legs forward, wrapping them around behind Parvo's ankles, and using his newly freed hands to push him backwards over his feet.

"WHAA--" Parvo grunted as he fell to the ground and suddenly Dusty was on top of him, using his socked feet to smother his face with their warm fabric cling. The coyote wasn't heavy and stepping up onto Parvo's massive body wasn't much of a chore, but balancing his foot on Parvo's face while using his other to grind into his crotch was a task. Parvo grunted and struggled under Dusty's weight. "What--are you--?"

Dusty grunted and affirmed his stance. "What, you don't like this? General Parvo, I thought you of all people would appreciate a good grinding to the face." He pushed his weight down and his foot tipped slightly into the man's mouth. Despite everything, Parvo was hard as a rock, and Dusty could have used his cock as a diving board his heel was getting a good dip of something wet too as he watched Parvo's face contort into an orgasmic moan. He knew he didn't have much time and grabbed his phone from his pocket to record this moment. "Now for your end of the bargain, I'm going to post something just as embarrassing..." He turned on the recording as Parvo huffed in response.

"D-don't yo-you dare! I will kill you! I will reek vengeance upon all of Cano-sapian kind! Do you --mpphh! MMMPH!" He moaned loudly into the coyote's wiggling toes, his eyes rolling back as his body began to convulse and his underwear began to soak themselves down in his seed. The smell of sex flooded Dusty's senses and he rolled his eyes back, wholly aroused by the moment, and Parvo's fading, whimpering moans as the coyote licked his teeth in enjoyment. Vengeance is a dish best served cum-covered, after all. "P-please! AHH! HAAHHH!" Parvo's whimpering of excitement only got Dusty more excited, the pain of his cock pushing against his denim getting more and more obvious as he slid the zipper down ever so slowly and extracted his throbbing meat. He closed his eyes and felt Parvo's cock between his toes, it was throbbing, getting warm and wet against his socks, the man's underwear growing darker and darker as his body writhed in anticipation.

"I think this is the least you owe me for trying to kidnap me." He said as he dangled his cock over Parvo's head, but didn't move his foot from the shaft.

Parvo said nothing, he glared defiantly at the coyote for a moment before sitting up and hungrily wrapping his lips around the cock. Dusty shuddered and giggled slightly as he felt the cat man's whiskers brush over his flesh. He got harder in an instant as Parvo's hands wrapped around his backside and pulled him closer. But Dusty didn't lift his foot, and instead began to grind in a little harder. Parvo began to shake, the glisten of sweat on his forehead began to shine against the light, his eye twitched and with a loud gasp he climaxed.

Even through his sock, he could feel the pulse and with his toes, he pulled back the waistband to let the geyser gush out all over his stomach and shirt. Parvo arched his back and somehow that projected his fluids up over his head, making his body shake and then collapse to his back.

"Cats..." Dusty thought as he watched the humanoid feline squirming about on the ground like some cat looking for belly rubs, his shirt and face wet from his own jizz while Dusty's half-hard cock still hung from his pants. "Never finishing the job..."

"Dusty? Dusty are you here?" Blitz's voice could be heard from somewhere in the complex; with the coyote's ears, he could be anywhere within a two-hundred meter radius, but it would be better if he didn't see this compromising position.

Quickly, he pulled his pants back up and returned his still-dripping meat to the inside of them. Looking over Parvo's prone form on the floor, he smirked and stepped out into the other room, his mission of paying him back done.

It wasn't long before Dusty met up with Blitz, and together along with his allies, Hunter and Exile, they left the complex none the wiser. It was a pretty quiet car ride back; no one seemed to question why Dusty had no shoes on, and his white, gray-heeled socks rested on the ground, one of them soaked to show off his toes underneath. They also didn't question the smell of sex in the vehicle as they rode through town. Dusty simply observed his heroes; Exile, muscled and a bit thick in the abdomen seated across from him to his left. And Hunter, the muscular and slimmer golden lab retriever to his right. Both dressed in their familiar Road Rovers outfits while Blitz sat behind Dusty in the driver's seat.

"So... this was your first mission together in like ten years, right?" Dusty asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I suppose." Exile hummed, tapping his finger to his lips. "It has been quite a long time."

"So what about you, Dusty?" Hunter said, changing the subject. "How's it feel to be a cano-sapien? I thought our master never shared his tech with anyone?"

Dusty shrugged. "I guess he owed doctor Peregrine a favor."

"You mean, you don't call him 'Master'?" Hunter asked?

"Or dad? I mean he is like your dad. Yes?" Exile added.

"Nobody's my master." Dusty shook his head. "And he's not my dad."

Again a long silence fell in the car, allowing the smell from Dusty's sock to fill the cab. Exile sniffed his armpit first and pondered. "What--is that?" He asked. "Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just me?"

"Oh, you're a husky, Exile. You're always hot in this climate--" Hunter spoke. "Although, I'm also feeling a little warm myself." He said as he reached back and unclipped the buckle on his harness, pulling it off to reveal a body of golden fur. "Whew!" He exclaimed.

Dusty looked down to see that without his armor covering it, that Hunter had a rather impressive bulge pressing against the front of his pants. "Would you--like some help with that?" Dusty asked as he leaned forward out of his seat and kneeled on the floor in front of Hunter.

"Huh?" Hunter was confused as Dusty began to pull one of his boots off, revealing a pair of black socks underneath, which the coyote immediately brought to his nose for a nice, big whiff. His tail started wagging a bit and Dusty then removed Hunter's other boot without looking up from the first. Hunter gasped as he felt the cool air wash over his socked foot while the first was sniffed and licked on. "Wh-what is this?" He asked breathlessly.

"Oh come on. You don't think you could just strip down like that in front of me and not get a reaction." Dusty asked. Looking up, he saw that Exile was watching with intent interest. "You want to join in? I"m sure you can find something to look at here..." He grinned.

"I wasn't certain you'd ask." Exile blushed as he too climbed down from his seat behind Dustin and lifted the canine's foot to sniff it. "But I was wanting to see where this smell was coming from."

"Guys--" Blitz moaned as he glared into the rearview mirror. "Have some decency will you?"

But Exile was already sniffing Dusty's sock, his tail wagging wildly, his cock pushing hard against his pants as he struggled to also remove his armor as the intensity of the sexy aroma began to overtake him. Dusty had already moved up to Hunter's lap, sniffing across it as the golden canine unfastened his belt and revealed a black pair of briefs underneath. Dusty's nose sniffed across the white stripe of his waistband and pressed into the soft pouch underneath it that had already hardened on the top part. Hunter's tongue was hanging out and he raised his feet, running them along Dusty's legs, tugging at the pants he'd already loosened until they pulled back some over Exile's head. Exile pulled the rest of Dusty's pants back and took them off so the coyote was dressed now in only his briefs and socks. Exile removed his own pants now, revealing he had on a string-waist bikini brief, deep purple in color to contrast the light blue and white of his normal fur. He leaned over Dusty's backside and sniffed it through his underwear, providing a generous tongue to drag along the soft fabric covering his ass before returning to those tightly socked feet.

It didn't take Dusty long to indulge in Hunter's bulge before slowly dragging his underwear back a bit and wrapping his tongue around the cock that emerged. Hunter gasped in surprise and moaned. "I--would not have predicted this..." He panted his catchphrase in ecstasy as his toes curled earning nibbles from the husky who passed between both sets of feet in his tongue bathing of their socks.

None of them had noticed that Blitz had stopped the car and was watching the three of them intensely through the mirror now, having pulled the armor off his massively muscular chest, he was already stroking his hand into the depths of his pants and enjoying the rough sensation of his underwear. They hadn't noticed until he'd gotten out of the car and opened the back door in nothing but his striking fire engine-red jockstrap. Aggressively, he grabbed Exile by the legs and tugged his pants clean off of him before running his tongue over the husky's ass, pulling the fabric back to press it into his ass and making Exile howl.

"Why do you have to be such a weird boy?" He said as he looked at Blitz with a grin. "Is about damn time you did something about it."

"Oh I'm going to do something about it, you damn dog." He said as he pulled Exile close and rubbed his massive bulge over his ass now. He slowly drew back the front of his strap and exposed his thick mass of flesh before pushing it hard against Exile's ass. Exile winced and indulged the doberman's cock as it began to push into him, deeper and deeper as it caused a sudden drain of precum to start flooding his own underwear.

"Oh, fuck!" He grunted.

Dusty took the moment to his advantage as he climbed up onto Hunter's lap, straddling him, feeling the warmth of his meat between his cheeks as he rode him face-to-face. The pair kissed briefly and Dusty pressed into Hunter, his cock leaving wet marks in the dog's fur as he avoided the roof enough to slip Hunter's meat against his ass and he sat down. But grunted as golden lab penetrated the coyote's wanting ass. "Nnnhhh!" Dusty let the sound of lust out of his lungs and began to slam down onto him. With quarters this close it was pretty tough for his body to contort the way it wanted, and Hunter took the hint, wrapping his arms around Dusty's waist he leaned forward and let the coyote freefall into the seats across, pinning him down and lifting his legs up to drive in deeper.

Blitz then grabbed Exile's hips and seated the two of them behind Hunter, letting the Husky reverse on him so they faced Hunter's bobbing ass. Exile sat up in between his former teammates and was able to angle himself in toward Hunter, penetrating him in one of the hottest four-way poses imaginable. Blitz's forceful fucking only pushed Exile deeper into Hunter which made Hunter buck hard into Dusty, who held onto the roof for dear life. Dusty, who was moaning the loudest at this point began to climax, his cum spilling out over his waist and his underwear before suddenly erupting into a geyser of seed that began to coat his stomach and Hunter's own muzzle as he leaned down to catch as much of it as he could. He came too, his overloaded 'gun' suddenly flooding the coyote and spilling seed all over the seat under them. This set off a chain reaction that got Exile, then Blitz to start cumming. Their bodies grinding and holding hard together for several minutes. It was during the recovery that they realized they had parked on the side of a busy highway, and several cars had slowed down to observe their exploits in the back of the large car holding the four dogs.

Dusty emerged from the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. The four dogs hadn't wasted any time to get cleaned up upon their return and Peregrine was good enough to allow them to use his showers. He was surprised to see the doctor standing in his bedroom with his arms crossed. "Care to explain yourself?" He asked.

"Erm..." Dusty stuttered. "Stress relief?"

"I meant getting yourself kidnapped." Peregrine said sternly. "I mean, upside is that you've got three of the Road Rovers now under my hire to protect you, but why would you need three bodyguards?"

"Oh... I guess just to make sure I don't get kidnapped by Parvo again." He said with a smile. "Plus I mean... it's my dream come true to be one of them, right?"

Peregrine raised an eyebrow. "I guess...but are you sure you can handle it?"

Looking past Peregrine for a moment to see Blitz and Exile walking down the hall away from them with Hunter rushing out to meet them, all three naked aside from the towels strapped around their waists, Dusty felt a surge of need buzzing in his cock, which he quickly hid from the doctor's view. "Oh... trust me, I want to be able to handle all three of them." He said with a smart-alec grin. Peregrine stared at him with a look of confusion plastered on his face.

THE END