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Spring was, to Erin, objectively the best season.

The walk back from campus to the bus stop only hammered the idea home for him. It was the first day that he felt comfortable without a jacket on outside; And therefore, the perfect time to fully unleash his wardrobe.

A pair of black jeans, stylishly rugged and worn, with a smattering of holes at his thick, pale thighs covered the legs, terminating below at a pair of fashionably dark boots. Rocker boots, to be precise. His top was modest, at least; A graphic tee with a metal band logo on it, bits and pieces of his physique revealing itself from its slightly form-fitting size. At least it wasn't alone. Over it was a pink hoodie, no logo on it. Erin wore an appropriately pink beanie, too; One he could put his naturally blonde hair into, to get it out of the way. He usually wore it long, and had it dyed and faded towards its tips with a dusky auburn. That is, when he let it hang out of his beanie and accentuate his form.

It was a short form at that. Erin stood at 5'6", a size difference that was only made all the more obvious from the lanky, tall opossum walking beside him. She was willowy, with cropped white hair and a punk jacket on, its front open to reveal a white, ratty tank top. At least she had a sports bra on underneath. A pair of all-black leather pants completed the look, standing head and shoulders above him.

"You didn't waste any time," she grunted past a lit cigarette in her mouth, her pace slowed to let Erin walk alongside him. The shorter human gave a small bark of laughter, looking up at her with his baby blues. His reply was curt, "'least you don't have to wait half the year to actually dress how you want."

Erin's voice was boyish, matching his physique. Soft. Well, soft-ish. The 20 year-old had some minor musculature, though none were gained as the result of actually trying to build muscle. The very slight definition to his abs, his biceps, and his thighs were there from staying in shape. Like the eyes that'd fall upon him, most of his effort went into his ass.

At least his pants knew where they were supposed to divert attention to. Regular squatting and a semi-daily training regimen made sure that he had a bubbly, wide mass of cake behind him. Before he'd speak, it might've been easy to mistake him for a girl.

Which, funnily enough, was the opposite problem the opossum had. She elbowed him in the bicep, still staring at her phone as the pair walked. "Then grow some fur like me. You can wear whatever you want all the time."

"Yeah, right. I like having a smooth ass."

"Skill issue."

"You're a prick, Lindsay."

The opossum chuckled. Her voice, contrasting Erin's, was deeper. Not by much, but it was a noticeable tone shift. The human's peppy tenor was from the throat, whereas Lindsay's contralto came from the gut. Her voice was a smooth, grim-sounding, slightly dragging. It was a 'goth' voice. "I know. Just keeping you in check."

The bus was slow going, of course. It was a bus, and water is wet. But it was definitely leaps and bounds better than walking. It was a shorter bus, meant to commute college students. It was free, and dealing with afternoon traffic was better than making a 20-minute walk back to the dorms across the city's campus.

“You and I both know that you took that stupid little thing."

Erin gasped. “No I didn't! Trust me, if I did, you'd know it."

Lindsay raised a brow, not bothering to hide a smile. “Oh, sure. Yeah. Like the time you stole my cocksleeve?"

Erin grunted. It was a cute noise, even if he crossed his arms indignantly. A small flush of red met his cheeks, heating his face. “That was different. I told you I was gonna be using it."

She let out a bark of laughter. “Like hell you did. Dude. Just buy your own!"

“No! You know those shits cost a hundred bucks or something stupid like that."

Lindsay stared at him, her face unblinking and unmoving. There was a pause. Erin blinked, cocking his head to the side. Then, Lindsay raised a brow. Erin's expression grew grim. “Don't say it."

The corner Lindsay's mouth quirked upwards. Erin grumbled. “Don't!-"

“Skill issue."

Erin slumped back in his bus seat. “Fuck yourself."

“You'd like to."

“Already did, asshole," he smirked and gave her the finger, making her laugh for a few moments. Her voice was energetic, even if it was a typical goth's subdued notes. “You're getting frustrated at me when I know for a fact you still have that you still have that rock."

“I don't! Honest. Well, not anymore."

Lindsay pounced. “I knew it! You have i- Wait," she leaned back, squinting at him. “Had?"

“I sold it to someone in Farrhoften."

She nodded slightly. “...Okay. Who?"

“Oh, y'know. Someone."

“I'm going to bite you."

“Okay, okay." He scooted an inch away from her, just in case. “Some lady who runs a tavern and, like, a shop out by the coast. A dragon lady."

Lindsay's eyes narrowed. “You sold an engraved meteorite to a dragon?"

“She paid me a lot."

“You didn't tell her it was stolen?"

He paused… Then shrugged a shoulder. “I mean, what are the odds that someone'd be looking for it halfway across the world?"

Lindsay hummed as the bus came to a stop, the hissing of hydraulics accompanying the sound of the doors opening. “You'd be surpri-..."

She paused, looking ahead as a pair of lively, feminine voices became audible. A pair of canine women boarded; Dressed in ripped jeans and tank tops, looking almost like sisters. One of them had a total black coat with a splotch of white at her neck and throat. The other had a russet coat with cream paint flecks at her extremities. Lindsay's voice dropped to a quieter semi-whisper. “It's your girlfriends."

Erin groaned, exasperatedly. “No they're not," his voice dropped to the same semi-whisper, “it was the one time they flirted with me at that party last month. I hardly know 'em."

She raised a brow. “I'm surprised you haven't tried to do something with them since then."

Erin shook his head. “They're… A little much for me, honestly."

The two women seemed to be talking to themselves in a somewhat hushed tone; A surprise, since usually they're loud. And, according to Erin, obnoxious. It was difficult to make out exactly what they were talking about. Something involving money? A dormroom? They were definitely stressed, both hunched over a cell phone, either watching or looking at… Something.

But as much as Lindsay and Erin tried to get a look at them, the bus driver shouted that it was Erin's stop. Maybe next time.

It was a one-bedroom apartment. For a college student, it was something close to being well-appointed. It wasn't the dorms, at least. It sat on top of a local Chinese place, rented out for cheap, partially due to the fact that it had to compete with the housing offered by the college. Not that Erin would say there was any competition in that regard. Being by himself in a one-bedroom apartment with a complete kitchen, a laundry suite, and a bathroom he didn't have to share with anyone else was a Godsend. The apartment had been his since he'd first started attending college a year and a half ago. At least the landlady was nice; And, coincidentally, the same woman that ran and owned the Chinese place downstairs. The short, almost grandmotherly panda always made him smile.

Even if she was the landlady. She didn't even mind that he had visitors and friends over for the occasional get-together or party.

A few of which he makes sure to record.

Erin caught himself making an eye towards the dildo sitting on his computer desk, next to his monitor. It was canine in shape, angrily red, with a suction cup at its base to better adhere to surfaces, like the wood of a desk, the floor, or the walk-in shower wall. It was an expensive thing, but the videos he'd made of himself and it had paid for it several times over. He felt a familiar, pleasant ache when he looked at it, and a smile grew on his face. “Howdy, you."

He gave the spade tip a small flick, leaning down to turn his computer on, setting his backpack down. It was in the corner of his bedroom, a modestly sized room that had the essentials; Save for the fairy lights he had strung up, and the decorative sheet that covered the ceiling. It was a very… Trendy look. Even if it was cozy.

Even if Erin was horny. Dammit, Lindsay. He'd “borrowed" her fleshlight, and thinking about it again? Now he remembered his videos he'd posted to his naughty socials. He'd sat in his bed, on his phone, pulling it up again in his camera gallery.

It was a view from behind. Very… Dangly. Which is what tended to happen when one was bent over on all fours for someone with low-hanging balls. A possum tail was barely in view above a feminine, flexing pair of slim, tensile glutes. The slapping of hips and fur against flesh pumped from the phone speakers. A pale, fleshy sack, pleasantly plump, was getting battered by furred orbs, a white-furred waist smacking a set of round, impeccably sculpted asscheeks red. Lindsay sounded cute when she moaned… But so did Erin, above the smacks of her endowment being pumped into him from behind, and the sounds of her palm smacking his assets around.

Erin felt his pants ache and flex with the growing arousal. He bit his lip, and his zipper came loose. He was huffy now… And he glanced at the knotted thing sitting on his desk. “Alright, fine. C'mere, you."

That canine dildo was pulled off the desk with a little “pop", and the door to the bathroom closed. The shower turned on, the dull running of water drowning out the sounds of Erin working off his frustrations in the shower with his preferred toy.

It was easier to clean up this way.

Classes were… Not boring, not by any stretch, but Erin was glad when he was able to pack his laptop back into his backpack and head up. The professor, a tall and slim avian man, was reminding his students about a mid-term two weeks from now. Erin would have time, he was sure.

At least it was a nice day out today. It was finally warm, and he could wear the kind of clothes he really wanted to, which was usually code for “as little as humanly possible". He enjoyed the looks, the flirting… And even the occasional hand on his body. Where quite a few would find it humiliating, he found it empowering; Especially when he could show off the curves in both the front and back of his pants. Very short shorts, and a tank top that was tied off in the front to keep his largely flat midriff exposed. He was lucky; Most of the fat in his body went to the junk in the trunk. Or the passenger's seat. A pair of black converses completed the look.

He was strolling back to the bus stop by his lonesome. Lindsay had split from the class right afterwards. Something about a study-meetup with a friend for lunch… Which was normally code for something that probably shouldn't be mentioned in mixed company. Which was fine by Erin. He usually got to see the pics and videos she took.

Though it did make for a quiet, introspective trek back to the bus stop. He had tried putting his headphones in and listening to something, but a nagging in the back of his brain kept him from turning it off and just grooving. Something like a funk had descended on him… And a peculiar arousal.

An arousal for what?

Harley was… Tall. Broad. Muscled. Her fur was mostly black, save for some splotches of white at her throat and her chin. Her musculature was modest, and so was her chest. In a tank top and a sports bra, her bust was easily contained. More difficult to do so, however, was the dual-ended junk in the trunk. Dual ended, since she wasn't just straining the fabric of her rear alone; There was a curiously immense amount of stretching between her legs, as well. She had curious proportions, built like a naturally curvy fitness instructor, albeit one with a butch haircut atop her head, dyed raven-black.

That's not to say her “sister" possessed any less of a physical presence. Her russet-colored fur was marred with the occasional splash of black and white, with black on her head and her visage, and white mostly coating her chest and her belly. A belly that was notably round, or at least moreso than her sister. She had the physique to back up her size, but the roundness to her form was more filled-in than Harley's. Max's semi-motherly figure was contrasted by a similar issue between her own legs. Her chest was at the whims of the struggling fabric, stretched and strained to a similar degree as her gym workout pants, the poor things. Capping it off was her hair, dyed a sort of violently loud sea-green. More recently, she'd decided to make it a mohawk.

Any thoughts someone might have about approaching them would be harried, somewhat, by the fact that both of them were talking to each other intensely. Their voices were lowered intentionally, but overhearing them was almost a guarantee. They weren't built for stealth. Something about banking issues, transfer confusion, and a network outage? It was hard to say, but leaning against the shelter of the bus stop, it was hard to ignore them, bent over a single cell phone between them.

Erin almost stopped short when he saw the pair. They'd made eyes at him before, and he wasn't particularly in the mood to take them home. He already had an idea of how to relieve the growing pressure in his core, and the itch in the back of his head. The two were usually all over him, but now… They didn't even notice him. They just stared at the phone, talking into both it and to each other in harried, semi-hushed voices.

Erin leaned against the wall of the building the sidewalk was next to, a local tabletop games store, and tried his best to look at his phone, or listen to his music… But he had one earbud out, and he cast furtive glances at the pair. “The college is gonna be angry", one said. “We don't have-"... Something, he didn't hear the rest, but one of the two seemed to notice the eyes on them. Max's head angled upwards and met Erin's gaze. Her face, usually mischievous and intent on mayhem, was now… Worried. Anxiety and dread carved wrinkles into her face, around her eyes and her muzzle, her brow furrowed. Max's eyes didn't even linger on Erin's, she just looked at him long enough to realize he was present, before she spoke into the phone again.

Erin hated that he suddenly became anxious on their behalf. He didn't really know them, and he frankly thought that they were coming on strong at the best of times. This was their business, not his… But even so.

The bus was here. People filed in, Erin slipping past the pair of canines and taking his seat quietly, his plush bottom meeting the plush seat. All of those waiting were on… Save the two. There was a brief pause as the last person took their seat. The bus driver, a portly ursine man, leaned toward the door and said something out of earshot to the pair. They, too, promptly filed onto the bus, towards the front. Erin liked to sit in the back. If only to look at porn on his phone without anyone seeing.

Minutes passed, as did bus stops. By the time the bus had completed its rounds on campus, it was empty save for Erin, a small handful of others, and the two canines. When Erin's attention re-focused on them, they were off the phone, talking to each other. Their voices were even more despondent, somehow, than he heard them at the stop. Their attempt to be quiet wasn't working, now, and Erin could make out the crucial details.

The pair had voices that Erin would describe as husky, but Harley's had a slight southern twang to it. “So the college never got paid for last month's dorm rental?" Max's voice was a fairly typical midwestern vibe. “Mom said the bank said they didn't receive the automatic order." “How? It's automatic! You can't fuck that up that hard." “And right now they can't access that account because of… What'd the bank say? Internal issues? What the fuck ever."

Harley's voice sounded miserable. “I can't believe the college locked us out."

Erin's heart sank. There were some things, in his mind, that people simply shouldn't have to put up with, or endure. This, in his eyes, was one of them. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he waited until there was a pause in their conversation. They didn't even notice him approach from behind.

“Do you need help?"

The pair glanced up at Erin, and then to each other. Their expressions switched to… Confused? Surprised? Hard to say, but there was several moments' silence shared between them…

“...Yeah."

Max struggled to get the word out of her throat. Harley didn't look any better. “We," she started, then stopped.

“...The college locked us out of our dorm room because of some bullshit."

Erin leaned forward against the backrest, towards the pair. “Do you have anywhere else to stay?"

Max winced. “No, 'cuz all our friends are also in dorm rooms and we can't exactly stay the night with them."

“Ooookay, so do you know when they'll let you back in?"

Harley took an exasperated breath. “No, we don't. The bank our family uses has its own issues and they have no idea. They can't even do transfers in or out, and we don't have any other accounts that we can use." She leaned back in her seat. “The perfect storm of horseshit."

Erin sat on that information in his head. Maybe it was the intent look on his face, but the two found themselves leaning forward, towards him, waiting to hear what he'd say next.

“...I have an apartment with a couch and a blow-up. It's… Y'know. Not a lot, but… It's there."

The girls' eyes lit up

It's not that Erin hadn't shown his apartment to others, or that he didn't have others visiting semi-regularly. But he usually had some time to lead up to it. One minor issue about letting someone into his apartment on-the-fly is…

Well, a lot of his “compromising" paraphernalia was still strewn about. It's not like anyone would be surprised that he had dildos, fleshlights, and so on, but it was another for people to see it. And, much to his horror, it was something he'd forgotten about.

The pair of canines had their backpacks with their school supplies and their laptops, and whatever personal items they carried with them during their day, but that was it. All the same, their “luggage" met the floor and the wall next to the door. Erin's apartment was visually noisy, but there was a method to the madness. His lights all had pleasant, warm light emanating from them, and towards the bedroom was a violet-tinged aura.

The front door closed with a click and locked behind him. He ran into the landlady on his way in, past her shop. He gave her the brief version of the events, and to her credit, she simply smiled and nodded her head. She even said something about how nice Erin was to offer them a place to stay for a bit. The two canines smiled for the first time as the short, grandmotherly panda placed her hands on their shoulders and said they're welcome to stay as long as they need to.

Which was nice downstairs, but now that they were here, and able to see that the door to the bathroom was open and had a canine-shaped dildo out in the open… Erin wanted to die. His face went a little red as Max politely giggled to herself, looking back at Erin with a small smile on her face. “Hey, if you wanted the real thing y'could've asked."

Even as he tried to get a response out, Harley poked her head into his cute room. The fairy lights he had strewn up cast a pleasant light, able to switch between slightly dimmed mood lighting that cast warm, natural colors, and the more colorful option that made a pleasant, pale violet. His bed was wide and comfortable, a beanbag in the corner, a desk in the other… And on the bed was a fleshlight. Harley chuckled and looked back into the main room, where the front door connected to a kitchenette, which itself led to a small common area.

It was decorated modestly. A couch, a television, a gaming console, and a small coffee table in front of it. But the most eye-catching thing in there was the curvy canine bickering with a clearly flustered Erin, who had hastily shoved his toy back into the bathroom cabinet, where it belonged. Out of sight, but not out of mind, clearly.

“Cute place," Harley interjected, more than a little smug at outing Erin for the boyish pervert he was. The blondie grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest with a loud “harumph", letting a breath out through his nose. “You two are fucking horrible."

“Emphasis on fucking?"

That earned Harley a punch to the shoulder, with the twins laughing at Erin's misery, who couldn't help a small smile creep along his face. “Be nice!"

“Hey Erin," Max's voice emanated from the bathroom's closed door. Erin looked up from where he was plugging in the inflatable mattress' cord to the wall socket. “Yeah?"

“Can I borrow your fleshlight?"

Harley laughed, sitting on the couch and watching the TV, now also looking at the bathroom door. Erin growled and flushed a little. “N-no! It's mine!"

“But I'm horny as hell," the voice echoed, getting another little snicker from Harley, and a scoff from the human boy. “I'm letting you stay in my apartment! I think you'll be fine using your hand."

There was a moment where the space was occupied by the whirr of the air pump for the air mattress going, before the bathroom door creaked open. Max's face poked out, the splotchy russet mixed with black and white, her mohawk matted slightly. Her expression was almost apologetic. “...I know. Sorry."

Harley nodded at Erin, who glanced up at her. “We know, we know. It's just…"

She shrugged a shoulder, but Erin's expression softened up. They knew, he thought, even if they had trouble admitting it. Erin paused, rolled his eyes and tried to keep a small smile from forming as he ducked into his bedroom. “Alright, fine. But only because you apologized," he then passed her the durable, see-through thing. She grinned and nodded at him, before… She smirked, still with just her head poking through the slightly steamy gap into the bathroom. “Could always join me, y'know."

Erin laughed. “All to save on water, right?"

That earned a little chuckle from Max. “Hey, I did ask if you wanted the real thing sometime. But, y'know. No means no."

Harley had a brow raised, watching the pair but not speaking up… Yet. She wanted to wait and see where this was going, first. But she got her answer as Erin rubbed the back of his head. “...I… Well… Y'know..."

It was maybe a surprise to Erin that Harley didn't follow them, but she was content with hanging back for now. Maybe Erin should've been thankful; The logistics of his shower demanded that with Max's bodily size, it was more or less at capacity. More than one dog at a time, along with him, would get complicated fast.

And he needed the room, since he was doubled over against the tiled wall. Squatting behind him was Max's slightly pudgy form, her muzzle stuffed in the curvature of his pert, bubbly ass. There was little doubt that Max had wanted to do this to him for a while, and her eager tongue betrayed her need. Of course, Erin was not unfamiliar with the feeling of a tongue across his ass, and the thick, snug rim that lay between his cheeks, but Max was hungry.

Her mouth was undeterred, moving of its own volition, independent of any thought or urge she would've had to the contrary in her brain. Her lips latched to his flesh and her tongue dug deep, parting his rim and digging inside, deep and deeper still.

His prostate was easy to find, with her tongue and oral skills as honed as they were. The noises of supple flesh being worked apart and slathered on by her entire mouth echoed over the sound of running water, Erin's throat filled with higher-pitched, almost girlish noises of pure bliss. His ass wasn't the only well-sized endowment of his, and even those orbs of his hung with weight, his thick backsack firming up and tensing in rhythm with the pace at which his maleness ached.

It was a modest, pulsating thing, pleasantly sized and hard as could be, a single rope of pre shooting from the foreskin-shrouded tip, revealing the first inch or so of his bare head while it swelled in size with each surge of arousal in his core. His forearms braced against the wall of the shower, staring back at Max over a shoulder, at the bit of head that poked out above and behind his rear end.

Before long, it was his own turn. Now he was in his own squat, the slightly pudgy canine's back to the wet wall of the shower, staring down past her wet, matted hair at the twink latching his mouth to her own hefty hangers. She hadn't been lying earlier about her endowment; A powerful, fleshy crimson pillar, knotted at the base, had surged out from the fuzzy, russet-colored pocket between her legs. Now, it was her turn to fill the shower with moans, combined with Erin's overaroused breaths, steam rising to paint everything with an almost dream-like haze. Her canine spade tip painted his face, but he didn't even wince as strands of virile pre landed on his face. He even had his mouth open for a few of them.

His mouth was just as talented as hers. He was short, but his mouth had capacity to it, and the inches of vast, knotted meat disappeared into his gullet. It took a certain kind of talent and patience to let a thick thing like it bulge out his throat without choking, but Erin had eliminated his gag reflex after some time and effort, and to great affect! He bobbed, inching back and forth, though after a few pushes and pulls, Max was unable to keep her hips from working themselves up. Her mouth was open, her heavy, panting breath rolling out to mix with the steam from the shower's heat, her canine-hood swelling out in his throat with every bit of her pre-essence pumped into his mouth.

Erin lost track of time, either a few dozen seconds or a handful of minutes passing before her knotted cock pulled free from his eager face, leaving him more than a little messy and drool-covered. His lips attacked her knot directly, burying his face below her mast to drag his tongue over the mound of meat at her base, his cute little hands finding the furred heavy hangers to tug and squeeze them to life, better coaxing their loads to rise up from her core.

Then, it was time. He knew he wanted it, Max wanted it… And he pulled away, grinning wide, up at the pudgy, overeager canine. Her smile was adoring and overly aroused, even while Erin straightened up and started to turn…

Though his eyes met Harley's gaze. At first, he simply registered her, but then halfway through he did a double-take. And, apparently, so did Max. His voice rang out first. “Wait, what? Harley, what the hell?"

Harley's bared body was made thick with both her natural curves and her own toned musculature in equal measure, her abs able to be seen through her fur, her modest bust on display, as well as her own length of canine meat. Contrary to Max's crimson rod, Harley's was just shy of being totally dark, a near-ebony slab that glistened at its tip with her accumulated pre. Otherwise, the two were roughly comparable, one of Harley's hands stroking herself openly, leaning back against the bathroom's counter, half-sitting on the edge. She licked her lips at the little show. “Fun stuff so far. Don't mind me, keep goin'."

Max growled a little, though she broke out in a grin, palming Erin's ass while locking eyes with her sister. “Sorry dude, forgot to tell you that we like to share. It's just that I was hoping she'd be patient for once."

Harley stuck out her tongue at her sister, though Erin couldn't help but give off a small laugh. “Ladies, please. Just… Take turns. We got time," he arched his thick ass for Max, before she got to see it in all his glory, with his legs apart and him bent over, his chest and palms pressed to the wall. “I can work with a group or a crowd, so… No biggie," he locked eyes with Harley again, “but ask."

Harley raised her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, chief. Your house, your rules," she nodded, the point having been made. The ruder, yet cocky and confident onlooker simply blended into the scenery for now, watching from beyond the clear glass as Max aligned herself with the cute, almost breedable form in front of her. Her tip, wet and lubed with equal parts spit and precum, swelled while it kissed Erin's thick, yet prepared and loosened entrance. A low groan echoed; A pair, actually, and with one paw at the base of her own meat, guiding her forward and keeping her on-target, with her other paw braced against Erin's waist…

The sensation of her hardon plying apart his walls, burying itself into his body made them both howl with absolute bliss. Already, Max was fighting off her body's natural urge to unload itself, as was Erin, whose arched back couldn't hide how the waves of pleasure shook his spine. She wouldn't get very far on the first stroke; He was still quite snug, and she was a big girl; It'd take some work.

Work that she was more than happy to give. Her dappled fur stood on end and her thick belly went taut with her core tightening up, her hips doing their best to push forward, with both hands grasping at Erin's waist, pulling him back at the same time her waist shot towards him. Harley got to see every moment, despite the slightly fogged glass… Which she remedied by opening the sliding glass slightly to let the steam out, then leaning back again with a grin on her face.

Her sister put in good work, her crimson rod soon able to shove itself with surprising force into the prone femboy. She had upgraded her grip, switching from his waist to his shoulders. She was almost a foot taller than he was, ditto with Harley, and she was able to utilize her weight and mass to buck and pump. Her knot kissed his entrance with each swing, now; Much like how her own fist-sized balls smacked wetly at Erin's own cute, yet sizable pair. With an endowment like his, it was hard to imagine him only bottoming, but clearly he still loved the feeling of Max's meat lodged in his cute, thick hole…

He might be able to get them back eventually, but for now, he was getting more or less mounted by Max. Her cute belly squished, slightly, against his thick ass and the small of his back with each rapid pump, her upper half leaning over him, panting, her eyes shut tight and her mouth stuck open, with her tongue out and breath billowing out. Erin wasn't much better off, unable to hide just how much Max coaxes out adorable little whines from him; Whines that he'd assure them turned into deep grunts when he's a top.

Whether true or not, Max spared no ounce of effort in rocking his body, her breasts bouncing and smacking her body with light, wet taps of flesh on flesh, mixing with the heavier and louder claps of her waist hammering his rippling ass, stretching his hole to near capacity with each heavy, harried stroke.

Max, like all with the biological imprint of having a knot, couldn't resist the urge to try and tie him with her. That crimson meat at her base flared out, much like her precum-drooling tip did, swelling out in Max's belly and filling it with wet, hot weight that was positively addictive. It almost distracted his sex-shrouded mind from the sensation of her intentionally working her knot at his stretched, messy entrance, thick with saliva and pre, to shove herself inside…

Erin tried to say something, but all that left his mouth were those cute, high-pitched moans of his. The words just wouldn't form in his throat, perhaps rocked around too much or distracted by the way Max's claws dug lightly into the flesh at his shoulders, her position able to give off an immense amount of power, focused squarely in pumping herself into a frenzy, her hips a blur, her balls swinging with the force of fists…

And a stinging, full-feeling ache that pierced Erin's mind as that knot finally parted him enough to slip inside. Immediately, it swelled and fattened, bulging out, the pair's moans reaching their crescendo as Max started to unload inside of him, sending shockwaves of pure, unbridled bliss through the both of them. Their orgasms were almost in-sync, too. Erin's own heavy, twitching meat found a new job painting the wall of his shower white.

He could put out quite a bit, but nowhere near as much as what Max was capable of bringing to the party. Her canine-hood couldn't stop twitching and kicking inside of his ass and his belly even if it wanted to. His belly was a little bit rounder now, her seemingly endless ropes painting his insides so much that it felt like he might've burst, her body shivering and her hips jutting forward, small little surges of her muscles tightening up on instinct, just to make sure that she spent every last drop… And only then did she relax.

She was covered in sweat, even with the shower washing down much of it, as was Erin; His curved, svelte form was wracked with bliss, his breathing catching in his throat several times, swallowing hard, like he had just run a marathon. He felt both full and empty at the same time, both being emptied and filled simultaneously.

“Oooh… Fffuuuuck."

Max's voice was the first to say something coherent after several long, agonizingly heavy seconds of breathing, gasping, moaning, and grunting. She watched the root of her mighty, knotted thing twitch, tugging at his entrance, balls nestled nicely on his own. “Fuck… That's good."

Her belly rested, for just a moment, on Erin's back, the pair lightly shaking following their blissful, paired orgasms… And then Max started to tug. “R-... Relax," she coached with a shaky voice, but Erin still had enough presence of mind, and practice with his knotted toy, to know what to do. He went limp, leaning on the wall, wincing and keeping his eyes shut as she tugged her knot back, bulging him out again… But, at last, he pulled free after several unsure moments with a deep, guttural grunt. The seed that couldn't fit in him poured out and drooled down his thighs, onto his balls, onto the floor and down the drain, but much of it stayed inside of him, still letting him feel full, but giving his flat belly back to him, at least.

Max's paw struck Erin's ass, before she gripped his side and pulled him upright. He rose, hazily, and her face came in from behind and at an angle. She didn't mind if she tasted herself on his mouth, she'd kiss him all the same. It was a kiss that Erin melted into, the pair groaning into each other's throats, tongues intertwined…

Before Harley let out a small grunt of approval, the pair breaking their kiss to stare at her in unison. Her dark meat ached, her balls taut and bloated out. “That was good, you two, but damn if it didn't need a second dog in there somewhere."

Erin sighed and laughed in the same breath, gesturing at the shower while Max gathered him in her arms, rubbing his belly. She was definitely a cuddler. “Do you see how much room's here? I can only really fit one of you with me at a time, or you two without me."

He wasn't kidding, Harley's back was close to the wall, and her shoulders were only a total of a foot away from the wall or the sliding glass door. He leaned back against Max's front, settling in against her curves, with her breasts poking and squishing on his shoulderblades. “If you want your turn, you can be patient and wait."

Max kissed Erin's cheek, and grinned at Harley some. “Like y'should've been to start with," she chuckled, though Harley gave a small laugh before grasping a nearby towel off its rack. “A'ight, fine," she hummed. “But you'll just have to shower again anyway when I'm done. Might as well just shut it off and come to bed."

Her dark meat pulsed, her white-furred mouth grinned, her gaze covered by the black fur, alternating in patterns. She looked positively villainous, and she knew it. Erin blinked a few times, but the smile returned. “Alright, bet."

Max let Erin go, the water turning off, her meat softening and sliding back within its sheath, bit by bit, but she gave his ass a quick pat. “Just don't break him, Harles."

“Make sure you record this, Maxxy."

Harley's voice was deeper than Max's, a playful, yet still dangerous snarl over her face. Erin was on all fours, but Harley was on top of him. Despite this, Erin's visage was positively brimming with excitement. Clearly, where he had once been tentative, he was along for the ride. “Use my phone, babe," he chimed in, shuddering as Harley's dark tongue dragged itself over the back of his neck, and she gave it a playful bite. He groaned aloud, his energy restored from the shower a few minutes ago. He was still damp, but he was still lubed and wet back there, even if most of the errant mess was gone.

Max had still done a number on him, and though in her fully mounted position, with her legs hunched and apart, her abs pressed to the small of Erin's back, and her hands and arms tucked in around Erin's body, her dark meat stood out below her, pointed down, sliding between his cheeks with her topside pressed to his flexible, slightly agape entrance, still wet with Max's saliva and her cum. Harley's dick oozed precum onto his backsack, sliding her hips up and down to hotdog the grinning femboy. A small “ding" sounded, Erin's phone in Max's hands, turned horizontal and focused on Erin's ass… And, by extension, Harley's ass.

Her ass was toned and taut, but still retaining its excellent curves and addictive shape, spread out wide. At this angle, everything was visible. She had an excellent ass, and a nice, dark-tinted entrance beneath her tail. She was practiced there, too, a pliant but resilient rim seeming to flex with the rhythm of her core, much like Erin. “Go ahead, babes," Max's voice was almost sing-song, watching intently and keeping the phone positioned perfectly for the upcoming action.

It didn't take long. From the phone's angle, dark canine meat pumped into Erin's thick, already-stretched hole with the kind of practiced precision that meant Harley was definitely used to this. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue out, panting and grinning with teeth, though her eyes were locked onto the femboy's shaking, pleasure-wracked form when she first sank her dark, raging, knotted meat into his compliant, flexing ass, already dented inward. Clearly, Harley was trying to get as much inside as fast as possible off the first stroke alone, her hips bucking, pushing in and keeping him locked in place.

The phone captured every little movement, every noise they made, and every inch of Harley's dark flesh that she shoved into Erin's tight, welcoming hole, her twitching rod working itself to the knot in almost record time, before she hammered his defenseless ass. Erin almost melted into Harley, his arms almost having given out if not for Harley keeping him upright with her body, though she selfishly had her weight pressed to him as well, even with the fierce, quick motions of her rutting him.

And she was, pumping herself into his body in such a way that any self-proclaimed breeder would look on in envy, her massive sack practically punching his own smaller pair from behind, working in a wide arc with her hips maneuvering to make sure they were hitting with as much force as possible.

It was petty, but she loved the way Erin howled while she worked, his cute, shivering form unable to keep itself from expressing just how good it was. Max was a diligent assistant, too; Hands off, and focusing on maintaining the perfect angle for the phone camera.

Harley was hellishly consistent, focusing on pumping her meat into Erin's prostate, deliberately aiming for it with each smack of her hips into his ass, with a wicked grin plastered on Harley's face. The bite returned, this time to Erin's shoulder, right where it met his neck. He almost came on the spot, only barely able to hang on for dear life. His pride demanded he try and match the hound's stamina. There was no way he could last longer than her; Too fast, too rough, and too confident, she hammered away despite the burning sensation in her abs and waist. This is partially why she kept in shape, especially her core muscles; Or so she'd say.

The seconds bled into one another, as sex-hazed as the two were, it was impossible to accurately keep time in their heads, both matted and glistening with sweat, and even outside of the hot shower their breath steamed in the open air, heavy with sheer arousal and effort spent. Their lungs filled to capacity every time, though Erin's were definitely much more haggard and ragged than Harley's were. He definitely didn't get fucked like this as much as, perhaps, he needed to.

Somehow, Harley dragged it out and on, the seconds turning into minutes. Not too many of them; Harley wasn't superhuman, and mounting Erin with this kind of force, even if fantastic for the camera and even better for the ahegao'd femboy beneath her, required a mountain of effort to maintain. Max was able to keep track, the phone camera reading off roughly two and a half minutes when Harley's thrusts slowed down considerably over the course of a few seconds. But this wasn't her stopping, it was a trade-off; Speed for power.

The smacks of her waist meeting his stinging red asscheeks were heavy enough to make even Max wince slightly, to say nothing of how Erin felt being pumped into hard enough for Harley's own body to rock forward. That knot rocked his stretched rim, her dark meat contrasting especially well with his pale flesh, the lighting of the room keeping the camera's color contrast just right to get the small, perfect details.

At the three minute mark, or somewhere near it, Harley finally introduced her thick, surging knot to his tight entrance. Her canine pillar, overall, was around the same size as Max's, but her knot was a touch bigger than her sister's. Even with the practice from the pudgy, friend-shaped lover in the shower, this was going to be a tight fit.

A tight fit that Erin felt stretch him out, whether he was mentally prepared or not. Harley snarled into Erin's face, her head right next to his, cheek to cheek and knotting his tight little hole like she was paid for it. It only took a few seconds, but every moment stretched out into a year in their minds, though Erin's slightly convulsing form broke out into a long, agonizingly blissful groan. She finally made her bulging flesh fit, just in time for him to paint his bedsheets white at the exact same time, his eyes unfocused and staring at nothing in particular; All of his senses trained on the pleasure running through his body, stretching his poor hole out beyond what he thought he could fit prior.

The next few moments, even the next minute, was a haze in Erin's mind. He could feel the rocking of Harley grinding in his guts, bulging out his belly in the same way Max did, including the same rush of hyper-virile seed that bloated his belly, past even what Max was able to do, with Harley snarling and near-howling in his ear, whining with the force and the effort of keeping up an utterly enormous orgasm of her size, so much so that even though his thick ass was sealed up by her knot to prevent escape, a few errant ropes found a way out anyway, leaking out with the same force she pumped them into him with, not only painting the sheets below and in front of Erin white, but also behind him, under Erin's thick, knotted ass and her massive, fat balls…

Max grinned from ear to ear, the dappled canine getting the last few post-orgasmic seconds of footage in, with Harley groaning and still gently humping Erin's thick ass, despite having her knot inside him, before Max finally stopped recording. “That's a wrap," she chirped and set the phone to the side, palming her sister's flexing, tight ass, even as she continued to grind and hump like she was still working, and not protracting her orgasm. “Told you not to break him," she grinned, and then smacked Harley's rear.

The sound and the impact made the canine bark, twitching in surprise, only to make Erin groan cutely beneath her, finally letting his body settle onto the bed, with his ass remaining up in the air, knotted and tied with Harley's. “I…I didn't. H-hey, boyo," Harley huffed down at Erin, who tried to blink the fog of sex and the addictive afterglow from his mind, but failed. He was in a daze, but his eyes somehow focused, his head resting on its side and looking up with a side-eye at Harley. “W-whaa…"

Harley opened her mouth to speak, but then giggled, a delayed reaction to Erin's cute little moaning “what". “You're fucking cute, y'know that, hot stuff?"

Erin was already grinning, but now he beamed, positively radiant with praise. “Ttthank… Thank you… You fuck really good!..."

Harley clearly re-found her confident, cocky center, giving the femboy a few tugs of her knot, shifting it side to side, her meat throbbing in response and in response to his loud, happy whines. “See?" Harley chuffed, breathing through her nose, still hunched over the prone boy below her. “He's fine."

Max's hands remained planted at Harley's asscheeks, spreading them apart, the canine watching that dark entrance tense up and flex. “You're gonna be here a while, though," Max licked her lips, hopping up onto the bed, on her knees behind her sister. Harley blinked, but then rolled her eyes a little. “Haarrleeey, c'mon."

“It's only fair," the slightly pudgy woman's smile becomes hidden by the flesh her face quickly becomes enamored with, her tongue brushing and digging at Harley's enticing entrance. “'Sides. I got another round in me."

Erin got to take a quick peek, with his own haze fading, his senses returning to their full operational standard. “H-hah. You two like t'have a lotta fun between you two, huh? You… Share a lot for being sisters?"

Harley let out a soft moan, still hunched and mounted, but her stance noticeably widened. Though she did roll her eyes at his question. “Not… By blood, dummy."

Max's voice was heard over the soft slurps rising up from Harley's tight, curvy ass. “Harles was adopted," she added, giving her ass a soft smack. “'Sides, sweets; You're not complaining, are you?"

Erin shook his head a little, crossing his arms on the bed and resting his chin on them. “Nope, not one bit. Make her cum in me again."

Harley ran a hand through her short, dark hair with a groan, but she backed her ass into Max's face, taking Erin with him a little bit as a result. “Fiiiine… Ugh. I don't let just anyone fuck my -nhn- ass, you know that, right? Maxxy's the one that likes t'get stuffed, I d- Hnnh… I do the stuffin' between us."

“Really?" Max rose after several moments, giving Harley's ass one more pat, before she rose and let her canine meat slide between the overly dominant breeder's asscheeks, her underbelly grinding against her own tight, spit-lubed hole. “You were really digging that stallion you dated a bit a-"

“That was different!" Erin chuckled as Harley rushed to defend herself, with a little bit of a flush to her face, beneath her fur. “We agreed to share him and you said you wouldn't tell anyone!"

Max winked at Erin. “I might've lied. And besides, we did share him," Max hummed as she lined up her throbbing mast with Harley's tight, dark hole, and she started to push, sending chills up the canine's spine, making her tense and shoot a rope of pre into Erin's already full belly, their conjoined moans intermixing. “But I got to tap his fat ass, too. People love it when you can do both."

As Max sank her crimson meat into her “sister's" ass, with whines and moans coming from Harley, and a grunt rising from Max's throat… Erin knew he was gonna be here a while.

“Shower's free," Erin finally got out, rounding the corner to his bedroom. He got to see the last few seconds; Harley had Max on her back, with her ass up and her legs spread. Cum soaked the both of them. Erin had taken a moment during a lull in the action to excuse himself to the shower; Clearly, the “twins" were more than happy to have a bit of fun with one another, too. Harley's dark, thick knot pulled free from Max's thick, round ass, leaving her stretched and leaking, much like how Harley's dark entrance leaked and was obviously stretched in much the same way.

Erin was leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom, still naked, just watching the aftermath. His dick twitched, still semi-hard, but he tossed a towel at the pair. Harley caught it, catching her breath as she sat up, leaving Max a prone, smiling, cum-filled mess. “My turn," she scoffed, and set off for the shower, but not before pulling Erin in for a quick, tongue-filled kiss that he returned on instinct… And a smack on the ass when she pulled away and set off for the bathroom.

Erin settled onto the cum-covered bed. He had special sheets that could wash it out without the cum bleeding into the sheets underneath, he could just do laundry later, though he picked a clean spot on the bed to lay on. Max joined him, resting next to him, on her side, facing him, with her sheath still swollen but half her canine meat hanging out. “She likes you, y'know."

Erin gave a soft laugh when he heard the distant, muffled running of water from the other side of the bathroom wall. “Really? Huh, could'a fooled me."

Max let an arm drape across Erin's midriff, the femboy rubbing over it with a hand of his own, closing his eyes and laying on his back. “You do know that this is basically saving our hides, right? I dunno if I told you how much you're literally saving us a ton right now."

Erin smirked, but rolled his shoulders with a small, relaxed sigh. “Mn, I know, you don't need to tell me."

Max chuckled. “Harley'd never tell you to your face, but she's so relieved, you have no idea."

Erin opened his eyes slightly, looking at her a little and smiling a tad wider. “I figured, but it's fine. I don't need everyone thanking me for doing something nice. 'Sides, you two… Heh. I should've just bitten the bullet and invited the both of you sooner."

Max giggled, leaning in to give him a small kiss on his lips, which he reciprocated with a gentle smooch of his own. “Yeah, you should've. Though, y'know, we…"

“Come on a little strong? Yeah, I guessed that already."

“Dick," the two of them giggled, smiles on their faces.

Neither Harley nor Max needed either the air mattress or the couch.

Erin's bed was big enough for the three of them.