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University is a difficult place; attending lectures, making friends, keeping said friends, and on and on. I lay in my room, a room typical of any pine martin, that is to say messy. Books strewn about and clothes discarded about the place; I don't mind it but from the guests I've had I've gathered it's rather messy. I'd had a rather....eventful night last night and I can't exactly blame it on being drunk because all I'd had was one glass of spiced rum.

It all started so well, there was music and dancing, something I try not to do, and lots of friendly people.

"Hi! I'm trying to be social so I walked up to you and I don't think this is how it's done!" A Labrador shouts over the music. "I'm Oliver! You are?"

"Peter!"

"And what you studying Peter!?"

"Physical geography! You!?"

"Psychology!" This sort of dialogue is typical between new university students getting to know each other. I looked Oliver over, not in a romantic way but in a know-the-person-and-what-they-look-like way, the feeling I should definitely move away from the golden canine before I do something stupid like I always do around canines popping up in my head and I know from experience to listen to it. "Oh shit!" I look to Oliver in concern.

"What is it!?" 'You should really get going.' My sensible side tells me.

"I've got a splitting headache all of a sudden! You mind coming with me to somewhere quieter!?" 'You should really get away from him!'

"Sure!" I say and we both manoeuvre our way out of the party and into the quiet campus, lamp posts illuminate it surprisingly well and even though it's the dead of night there's light enough to get to wherever Oliver wants to go.

'He's fine! Leave!' The sensible side of me screams now. I follow Oliver down some stairs and away from block 19, moving towards some other destination. My eyes drift and soon I'm looking at Oliver's shimmering golden fur sparkling in the street lamp light, a growing thought in my head telling me one thing and the sensible side of it shrinking as I gaze over Oliver.

"This is me, we could have coffee and talk if you'd be up for that."

"Yes!" Oliver gives me a shocked look at my sudden outburst. "Yes." I say more calmly. "Sorry, I have a condition and.....um, forget it."

"Well, I'll make some coffee and if you feel up to it we can talk more about stuff." He swipes his card and pulls the door open, ushering me to enter first. I oblige him and soon he jogs past me, the brushing of the soft fur of his arm over my coarse fur sends an involuntary shudder through me. 'Peter.....why can't you just leave this.....incredibly handsome and charming canine alone?' I whine to myself internally as Oliver opens a second door and leads me down a hallway and into a kitchen. "Just sit down anywhere." I choose a comfy-looking sofa at the far end of the room, furthest from the kitchen area and the other canine sitting at the table whom I'd become aware of almost instantly as I entered.

"Who's this then, Oliver?" The mountain dog says, thick white and brown fur covering him and drawing my attention.

"This is Peter, he's studying Physical geography."

"I'm Sam. You seem a little tense, Peter, there's no need to be nervous around us, we're both very friendly." 'This is hell! Two!' This is the last cry from my sensible side before my condition takes over almost completely. Oliver presents me with a mug of coffee and I try to sit in such a way that doesn't reveal a growing problem I'm having in the presence of the canines. My bushy tail curls in a comforting way but that does little to alleviate things. Whatever we all talked about was a blur, I'd nod or say something and that's it. My mind was far too busy trying to both hold myself back and push me to give in and listen to what I knew was my condition acting up.

"I was thinking we could, um, if you wanted that is, uh, go to my bedroom." I must have zoned out because as I look about Sam is gone.

"Yeah." My mouth says automatically as my constitution starts breaking down, borderline collapsing. My mug is empty and Oliver takes it away, placing it by the sink and then gesturing for me to follow him out of the kitchen. He swipes his card and the electronic lock on his door clicks open with a beep. He opens the door and that's when things got really serious. My senses were bombarded by the scent of canine, my compulsive lust disorder kicking into overdrive and making my mind go syrupy.

"You okay Peter?" Oliver can see that something's happened to me. "Listen, I really like you and I, um, I'd like to-" Before he even gets to finish what he's saying I'm moving over to the bed. I flop onto the bed and gaze at Oliver, his golden fur seeming like it's the most majestic thing in the universe. "Peter?" Oliver asks confused, he no doubt thinks I'm acting weird. Without a word I start stripping off my clothing, top first then trousers, then finally pants, until I'm presented to the canine nearby in all my brown-furred, white-bibbed glory. "Oh, I guess I'll take that as a yes to doing this with me. You're sure?" As Oliver says this he undresses slowly, more and more of his arousing body being released from its confinement and free to be gawped at by me as my CLD is in full swing. "Um....." Oliver's fully exposed body makes me almost start drooling, the dog's plump golden sheath exposing the tip of his red member means my eyes are glued to it. I don't care that Oliver isn't sure what to do, all I care about is- "You look really out of it man, you okay?" There's real concern in Oliver's voice and I can see that not answering him will lead to me not getting what my head is shouting at me for, my own sheath tingling in anticipation.

"Yes, I- oh god. I've got a condition with canines. I get really really horny and um," I need to try and distract myself as I speak so I can talk normally and not just pounce on Oliver and go to town. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. Do you really want to, um, do this with me or is it your condition?" Oliver ruffles the fur on the back of his head nervously. "Cause I really like you and I'm game if you are. We don't have to though."

"I-" My constitution fails and the next thing I know I'm on top of Oliver who's on his back and more than a little startled. "Sorry!" I apologise but can't seem to work up the will to move off him.

"You're quite light really. If we're doing this I'd prefer it to be on the bed though, if it's all the same to you." To my surprise Oliver shimmies out from below me while lifting me up and literally carries me to his bed, placing me down gently and then getting on it himself. Like a coiled spring, my lanky body jumps between Oliver's legs, the tip of my snout rubbing up against his bulging sheath and being filled with the most heavenly scent in the universe. Without a word, I drag my tongue over his sheath a few times, more than eager to get at what's held inside. My tongue lathers Oliver's sheath in my saliva and with each lick he shivers and gasps as his penis slowly starts emerging; I see this and immediately dive down onto his pointed tip with my muzzle, careful not to knick it with my sharp teeth.

I couldn't keep my head straight, I was in heaven at that moment; I had my muzzle around a canine's member, not a lot but I didn't care, and I could already taste his salty pre as I sucked and licked over everything I could, even sticking my tongue deep into Oliver's stretchy sheath to coax more of his delicious length out and into my mouth. He understood quickly that he wouldn't be able to stop me now that I'd gotten what I'd wanted and after a few seconds of sucking I don't think he cared, my tongue and moist mouth feeling too good over his rocket. My member had been fully out of my sheath almost since I'd walked into Oliver's room so it now bobbed around between my legs as I suckled over the canine.

"P-peter!" Oliver moans, "I- give-" Oliver can't seem to tell me what he wants, I don't really care though, my snout is pressed up against his pubic fur and his musky scent is filling my head with pleasure. Oliver's obvious ploys to try and get me here had only made it easier to lose to my CLD and now I was exactly where I wanted, between his legs.

Soon, to my delight, his tip started tickling the back of my throat and eventually, thanks to Oliver's subconscious humps, his length was in my throat. But I wanted more. I wanted everything to be shoved inside me and to let Oliver unload his balls deep within me, filling my stomach with his life-giving seed. So I did something I knew would force him to do just that; with a grunt and a gag, I forced myself even harder against Oliver's pelvis and felt as a large bulge entered into my muzzle, my lips quickly locking closed behind it to keep it inside. Oliver gave a strong moan as his growing knot was taken into its new warm, moist prison and I could feel it rapidly expanding to full size now that it had entered what the canine's instincts must have told him was a warm hole to empty himself into. I was all too happy to have Oliver's instincts think whatever they needed to have his seed pumped into me.

There was only one thing my lust-addled brain didn't think of before executing my plan, now that knot had grown to full size, Oliver would start unloading himself into me and I'd not be able to pull myself off his dick without breaking my jaw. Oliver at this point had lost to his own lust and I felt a paw on the back of my head pushing me against his thrusts as he humped into my tight throat, bulging it out and making my gag reflex hate me. Canines aren't built to last long so after only a few more sharp thrusts Oliver snarled in pleasure as his balls drew up and his penis pulsed out his first strong jet of canine cum directly down my throat, making me need to swallow around him which only seemed to excite him more and make him release another jet of his cum into me. I didn't care about the slight pain in my jaw or the fact that it kind of hurt how hard Oliver was forcing me against his pelvis, I only cared that I was being force-fed a canine's copious amount of cum. And copious it was because I had a hard time gulping it down, some dribbling out of my muzzle and onto Oliver.

"Peter? Oh my god! You took the knot in your mouth!" Oliver says as he comes down from his high. My only response is to give an audible swallow as his penis keeps throbbing and sending out more of his watery cum. "Um.........just keep swallowing?" He offers as advice. I don't need to be told and I spend a significant amount of time sending his delicious fluids down into my stomach with 'gluk' sounds each swallow. I lose trace of time, it seems meaningless now that I have a canine pumping his seed into me. "I think I might be able to pull out now." Oliver says after what I can assume is a long time based on how long knots last. "Peter?" He shakes me a little to snap me out of the lusty trance I'm in, gulping every now and again to fill my stomach and stop myself from drowning in cum. "I said I think you can pull yourself off now." I make no attempt to do anything like that, why deny myself the precious and arousing- my fun is interrupted by Oliver tugging me off his dick and placing me down on the bed again.

"P-please, I need-"

"Man you're a horny pine martin right now. You say this is because you have a condition that makes you become really horny around canines?" I nod my head and despite drinking down everything Oliver could give me, my lusty state hadn't improved much, in fact it has gotten worse. I wriggle around in Oliver's grasp trying to move to get into position to try and get him to fuck me and he chuckles a little at my struggle.

"Please! Just fuck me." I plead to him. In surprise he lets go just enough for me to slip out from his grasp and immediately start presenting my dark black tailhole to him on all fours with my tail raised and out of the way.

"Just give me a sec, man. Need some time before I can go again. How about I introduce myself properly to you in the meantime?" I don't say a word, instead I stay in my position and try to make myself look as breedable as possible, dark tailhole on display and ready for whatever Oliver wants to do to it. I all but collapse as I feel something brush up against my hole, finally I'll get used like in one of the billion fantasies floating around in my head. A gasp dripping with need leaves my muzzle as Oliver starts working the underside of my tail over with his tongue, his large flat appendage pushing and tugging at my tight ring, kneading it and getting it ready for what I really want. This gasp quickly turns into me dooking, a sort of clucking noise exclusivity made by ferrets and the like when we're happy, as his tongue brushes over my ring which reflexively clenches in on itself as his large canine tongue brings me so much joy. I can't keep myself restrained and moans and gasps dribble out of my muzzle as Oliver greets me intimately. I don't doubt his flatmates can hear me but right now I don't care about anything but the canine lapping at me. My arms buckle as Oliver pushes his tongue through my ring and forces it as deep inside me as he can, his muzzle opened wide and the tip of his snout brushing against my tail which is flicking around happily.

Wet sucking sounds permeate the room as Oliver gets invested in eating my ass; his dexterous tongue finds the walnut-sized bulge that is my prostate and begins violently playing with it, turning me into even more of a mess than I already am and I can't be happier about it, my CLD meaning that nothing seemed better than having a willing canine doing basically anything sexual with me, be it eating my ass or using their cookies or knotted cocks on me. Everything seems to become fuzzy, or even fuzzier, and I fail to hold in a loud whine as Oliver pulls himself away from under my tail, a thin string of saliva still connecting my tailhole and his muzzle. I don't have words, or at least none that could be classed as intelligible, and instead I get back up onto all fours and quickly present myself to Oliver, whose tip is pointing out of his sheath now that he's had some time to recover.

Canines have been my object of interest, borderline obsession, since before I can remember. But once puberty struck things got a whole lot more interesting. I'd see a canine, any canine, and get intensely needy and one of my friends or my parents would need to drag me away before I did anything seriously stupid. I've been to counsellors and psychologists for it, the best they can tell me is to try and limit my contact with canines.

My contact with Oliver will certainly not be limited if I can help it. In typical canine fashion, Oliver sticks his snout under my raised tail and gives a few sniffs before growling to himself and quickly mounting me from behind with his arms around my body, his golden sheath and exposed tip hovering in front of my waiting tailhole.

"You still want to do this, Peter?" My needy side starts to get angry at how long this is taking. 'why can't he just stick himself deep inside me and knot me already?!'

"Y-yes!" The time it takes for him to roll his hips forward and make his pointed tip push up against my hole and through its tight entrance feels like an eternity, but I manage to get through it and my world explodes with satisfaction and pleasure.

Oliver took me like a typical canine, that is to say, that once he found his way through my tight black ring he didn't waste any time in getting his hips to full speed and plunging himself all the way down to his sheath, his knot developing slowly at the base of his beautifully stiff length. With each thrust of his hips, Oliver's member swelled that little bit more, his knot engorging and soon bulldozing through my stretched ring and then making it bulge out as he pulled his hips back to repeat the mind-shattering process all over again. What pain I felt as my ass was abused by the forceful canine was utterly eclipsed by the satisfaction and white-hot pleasure of finally giving in to my CLD and being fucked by Oliver. My prostate was battered by Oliver in his throws of passion and I couldn't have been happier for it. My tailhole soon got the message that it wasn't going to get any mercy from the strong rutting canine mounted on top of me but by that time it didn't matter; Oliver gave a strong thrust and I yelped in both surprise and joy as his knot pushed hard up against my sphincter, it's sheer size forcing my hole to open wide slowly as it crept its way through my expanding ring.

Oliver whines as he feels his knot slowly pushing open my tailhole and doesn't relent in his pushing. I go completely limp as Oliver's thick bulge pops past my dark anus which reflexively clenches hard as it tries to return to normal after being stretched so much. This drives Oliver wild and the sound of his dominant growl as his balls draw up and he begins emptying himself into me fills my ears and sounds like heaven to me in my current state. My face rests against Oliver's bed and the scent of him fills my nose as I can't help but sniff at it, the scent of our sex almost overpowering it. The only thing keeping my limp body up is Oliver's grasp on my lower body and his throbbing knot inside me, my rear the only thing in the air.

I was completely out of it, it was like the entire world just ceased to exist, I was too lost in my own pleasure to even care what was going on around me. The only thing that mattered was buried deep within me and was filling me up with wondrous cum. My entire body spasmed and I let out a series of squeaks as my tapered length spewed my cum below me, my black balls bouncing as they finally got to release everything that had been churning inside them. The contractions of my anus around the root of Oliver's penis and the base of his sensitive knot only meant more pleasure for him, his jets of canine fluids getting stronger as I milked him for all his worth.

"Mmmmmmh....." Oliver comes down from his orgasmic high but his member still pulses as his semen is continuously pumped into me, the wonder of a canine's sexual habits. "You okay Peter? I wasn't too rough with you or anything?" I just lay with my eyes closed, limp as a noodle as I bask in everything that's happened to me recently. "Peter?" Oliver gives me a shake to try and snap me out of it but it doesn't work. "Are you drooling?" I can't help it as I lay there with my muzzle opened lazily, my saliva dribbling out and onto the bed. "Up we come...." Oliver grasps onto my prone body and pulls me back, "Jesus, you've gone all floppy." My lengthy body falls back against Oliver's warm furred chest and my head rests in the crook of his shoulder, my muzzle pointing to the headboard. "Is this a normal thing for a pine martens? Peter?" Oliver asked me as I just lay there with my muzzle open and a look of absolute pleasure lazily plastered on my face. "Peter?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm....."

"Oh thank god! I thought I'd killed you or something!" I clench my tailhole and Oliver moans loudly at the feeling. It takes several more minutes for my senses to return to me, not a problem when a canine's knot is stuck inside your ass and takes near enough half an hour to shrink enough to even consider being able to be pulled out.

"Sorry." Is the first thing I say as I look up at Oliver's face.

"Hey? What's wrong?"

"It's this damn condition, it makes me lose control of myself. Sorry." I try to be sad but the wonderful feeling of Oliver's pulsing member inside me makes me gasp a little.

"I had fun, it seemed you did too, so I don't see anything to apologise for. If anything I think I need to apologise. I feel like I've taken advantage of you because of this condition you have, so, sorry about that." Oliver apologises.

"You didn't, I could have listened to what my sensible side was telling me and walked away from you at the party but I didn't, that's my fault." We lay together in silence for a bit before Oliver gets curious.

"So this condition, what's it like?"

"Um.......it plays up whenever I see a canine of any sort really. There are exceptions, of course, but it's like every lewd thought I've ever had becomes the only thought I can have. Usually there's someone who can look after me and lead me away from the canine in question when my CLD kicks in but there wasn't anyone to do that tonight so here we are." Oliver takes in the information dump I've laid onto him and soon nods his head.

"Here's a question for you, think about it before you answer okay?" I nod and he continues. "I'm really interested in this condition of yours so I was wondering if you'd, um, allow me to research it with your help?"

"Um......I guess so......" Oliver's face lights up with joy at my answer.

"Great! You can end our research, god I sound like such a scientist, at any point and I swear to you anything we discover or anything you tell me will not be shared with anyone ever unless you give me explicit written permission to do so." I just lay back and relax as Oliver launches into this, I can feel his tail wagging while pressed against the bed by our bodies. "So um...... my knot's going to take a little more time to shrink so I guess we just wait now then." He says with a soft chuckle. Even though my CLD has died down for now, I can't seem to stop myself from wriggling in pleasure at the feeling of the knot inside me.

My penis had returned to my sheath sometime during my delirious state and rests there for the entire time it takes Oliver's knot to shrink. Twenty minutes after our conversation, Oliver murmured to me that he might be able to pull himself out.

"Do it."

"You sure, you seem pretty happy with me inside you, if your lazy wiggling is anything to go by." He teases. He rolled us forward onto our fronts, the feeling of having a strong canine laying on top of me and sandwiching me between his bed and himself is undeniably sexy to me, my CLD seeing to that now that it's been long enough for it to start kicking in a little again. Oliver lifts himself off me and I lift my rear up as he begins pushing down on it and pulling back on his knot, attempting to tug it through my tight ring of muscle and separate us. I need to suppress a long screech as my hole is stretched open; it doesn't last long however and with a pop, Oliver and I are separated. "Hooo, you okay, Peter? Felt like quite the stretch, sorry."

"I'm- I'm fine, just kinda embarrassed about all this." I wiggle my way off the bed and start putting my clothes back on, Oliver doing the same.

"Don't be, you haven't done anything wrong; Like I said before, I had fun and you had fun so it's all good." He tries to reassure me.

"I better be on my way, my CLD might kick back in and I- I'd rather not, um, get stuck again." I said after getting my clothes back on, my nerves telling me to leave quickly.

"Nice to meet you, Peter, I hope we meet again at some point. Just wave or something from a ways off if you can manage it if your CLD kicks in," he responds to my awkward goodbye, "of course, I'm going to need your number so I can text you or something so we can meet up to research your condition." He adds as he remembers our agreement.

After quickly exchanging numbers I left Oliver's room and pushed the green buttons required to leave through the other doors out of the flat. I got outside and began walking back to my own flat, the trip from 14 to 3 isn't a long one but I could feel Oliver's cum slowly leaking out of me and onto my trousers so I speed-walked, borderline ran, to my flat and quickly made my way into my room and into my bathroom to empty myself. A few minutes on the toilet and I was fairly sure I'd gotten the last of it out of me, or at least enough so it wouldn't leak out while I slept. After undressing myself, I lay back on my bed thinking about everything that had recently happened to me; I'd met a canine who seemed nice and we'd spent some time together, albeit that was through the act of sex, and I'm going to be seeing him again quite often. This thought worried me; what if I can't restrain myself? What if I try to get him to fuck me in public? What if- my eyes flicked open this morning after I must have fallen asleep thinking about all the ways things could go wrong.

I look over to my bedside cabinet after recounting all this to myself mentally and tap my phone's screen to check the time, a message from Oliver is there. 'Hey Peter! Just wanted to tell you that, if you're up for it, I've checked and we can meet up for our first research session today at 12:00. If you are....' I unlock my phone clumsily and the message continues, 'up for it meet me outside the library, the side facing that little building for film studies, at around 11:55.' I smile warily to myself, despite my experience with my condition I think maybe things won't be so bad if I meet up with him again.