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“Dogged Days"

Dusty wasn't sure what he was dreaming about before he woke to his alarm, gently buzzing him awake at six-thirty in the morning. He opened his eyes and yawned, looking at the dark ceiling over his head. For a moment, he was confused and then he remembered that he had slept in Hunter's room the night before. The Road Rovers had been called away to an important conference of the world leaders; and in their guises as ordinary pets, they would be able to keep a better eye on their masters. He'd hoped they would have made it back by sunrise, but obviously with the fact that Hunter hadn't come in to find him laying in nothing but white briefs and red socks in his bed, they had been delayed. He sighed and laid his head back on the plush pillow, wondering what he was going to do with this unexpected day off. He realized that he'd woken up hard as a rock, and his cock was poking out from under the waistband of his underwear, practically looking at him as it throbbed in the darkness. He touched it and gasped as it leaped up and then came back down with a dull slap to his belly. The burning sensation of arousal coursing through his loins; he hadn't been able to really get off in two weeks now, and his full blue balls were raging for release. He pulled the front of his underwear down and began to stroke himself, moaning softly as he did so. He could feel streams of precum drooling down over his thumb as he twisted his hand along his length. He let out moans of lust as he imagined feeling Blitz and Exile and Hunter all over him, sticking their warm, stinking feet in his face, letting their socks pour into his senses, wiggling their toes and clutching at his muzzle as he got fucked again and again and again...

Dusty reached off into the dark, the coyote checking for something, anything to enhance his imagination and he came across a balled up sock. It smelled like Hunter and as he put that hunter-green sock to his face, he inhaled sharply. Imagining that golden's foot shoved against his face, forcing him to inhale his musk forcing him to feel every inch as he stroked himself faster and faster, he tucked the sock over his muzzle and inhaled, trembling out a moan as he moved his other hand down to grip both of them around his flesh. He let out a soft huff and moaned, he could feel the fibers of the sock pulling at his muzzle as he tugged at the sock with one hand, and his cock with the other. It was overwhelming, he could smell Hunter's odors deep in the fabric and it made him tremble. He remembered Hunter's feet now stretching out over his face. He moaned louder, his stroking becoming shorter, becoming faster as he felt the familiar sensations washing over him. His precum was draining thick now, he could feel his balls tightening he whimpered in anticipation of his release, taking in a deep long breath and rolling his eyes back as he finally released.

The coyote's seed shot hard as his body convulsed uncontrollably for a few moments. Several volleys struck him directly across the sock as he let out a loud howling noise and left a thick, wet mess all over his stomach and chest. Eventually his climax began to subside, and he began to catch his breath, slowly removing the sock from his face as he watched his spunk soak into the fur along his stomach and practically vanish into it. He slowly released himself and received an almost-spiteful shot of seed as a result of releasing the pressure.

“Oh holy fuck..." He panted. “That was the hardest one yet...and the messiest." He looked at the used sock dangling wet in his hand. “I wonder if Hunter'll notice?" He sat up. “No, it's only right I put this in the wash before he gets back. What would he think if he heard I was playing around in his clothes while he was gone?" He slid to the edge of the bed and stood up, stepping off it with an air of exhaustion from how hard he actually came. He crept to the door and looked outside. He knew that Colleen had also gone on the mission, having reunited with the Queen of England for this conference; he was almost completely alone at the lair...with the exception of Muzzle, who was home here, and Shagg who...despite being the pet to a high ranking political leader, didn't get many opportunities to go home. He crept out quickly and began down the long corridor toward the staff showers at the other end. He reached the second door and the sound of speaking could be heard from the next room. He screeched to a halt and ducked into the empty room he had been passing just in time to see Shagg and the Rovers' Master exit the dining area. As usual, Dusty couldn't understand Shagg's language, only focusing on the human speaking next to him.

“Yes. So they should be home tomorrow. I'm also looking forward to my good boys and girl coming home. Aren't you Shagg?" Shagg uttered out what sounded like nonsense to Dusty, but instead the Master laughed in delight. “I couldn't agree more. Come on then..." He paused, sniffing the air. “That's...funny, do you smell..." He paused again at Shagg's bizarre stare. “Nevermind. Come on then..." He laughed as they continued down the corridor, vanishing at the very end of the hallway into another room.

Dusty breathed another sigh of relief before exiting his room at a sprint and making it to the showers, where he again skidded to a halt and tossed Hunter's sock into the hamper. He made his way to the showers and turned them on, filling the room with the sound of water pouring down onto the cool blue tiles before stepping onto the pad himself and he began to bathe under the water to clear the cum jets from his fur and...other regions. He wasn't too much a fan of the wet dog smell, but he wasn't about to have his bodyguards return home to the smell of spunk and funk that they themselves didn't cause. He rinsed his waist down, letting the water drain away the seed before finally allowing himself to relax some. As he finished, he went to the locker designated for him and dried himself off, giving off a sigh of relief as he put on a pair of red briefs and white socks before pulling a tank top shirt over his chest and making his way to his quarters. He couldn't have even imagined what those guys would think about his little misadventure...?

***

The next morning came in a blink, Dusty waking up to the sounds of exhausted, heavy footsteps outside his quarters. He sat up and listened, he could hear familiar voices and he rushed to the door and opened them to see an extremely exhausted squad of dogs walking past the doorway.

“Oh hello Dusty. Have a good night?" Colleen asked politely.

“Yeah I guess." Dusty replied. “How about you guys? The world still at peace?"

“As much as it can be." Colleen yawned wide and stretched her arms. “But for me, I just need some peace and quiet. Have a goood day chaps. I've got a date with a pillow." She walked away, leaving Dusty standing with Blitz and Exile and Hunter who smirked at him.

“So did you behave yourself while we were away?" Hunter asked facetiously.

“Not at all."

“Atta boy!" He nudged Dusty's shoulder. “But I'm gonna go hit the hay too, I think Blitz was actually the only one to actually sleep during that flight."

“I'm not sure how that's possible. The turbulence was so bad it gave me a queasy stomach." Exile complained, rubbing his stomach.

“It was just like a gentle rocking of a cradle." Blitz explained, rocking his hands back and forth. “If you have known the love of a good mother growing up as I have, you would be--hey!" Blitz looked up to see that Hunter and Exile had both vanished. He groaned and slapped his hands down at his sides. “Aww man..."

“So Blitz." Dusty said, stepping up to him. “My father had given me some allowance for a new outfit or two today and I was planning on heading to the mall, would you like to come guard my body?"

“Huh. Such an interesting way to put it. But sure. As long as I can have a peppermint milkshake on the way."

“Peppermint milkshakes? Sounds tasty in practice, but I don't know."

“Oh! Dusty. You have not even lived!"

The Uptown Mall was already teeming with visitors by the time Blitz and Dusty arrived; Blitz having transported the coyote there in a large, black SUV didn't turn very many eyes, but the fact two big canines climbed out of the vehicle certainly did. A mixture of gasps in surprise and shrieks from the unsuspecting humans made Dusty question their decision to come out to such a public place. Blitz was undeterred, however and soon enough the pair were walking through the stores one, after the other to try and find a couple of nice outfits for the humanoid coyote. They stopped in the food court, where Blitz managed to snag a peppermint milkshake as they discussed their battle plan of attack on several clothing stores. As they made their way to a clothing store marked The Gallery, Dusty noticed a particularly awesome looking pair of jeans. They entered the store and he pulled a pair off the rack, he held it over his waist and looked at Blitz.

“Think these'll fit me okay?"

Blitz shrugged as he sipped at his shake. “Hard to tell, you're not wearing them."

“Fine. Just a second."

Dusty walked to the dressing room with the pants and stepped inside, he emerged a few moments later dressed in the jeans and instantly Blitz nearly dropped his milkshake as his mouth dropped open a bit and he stared. The pants were so tight on Dusty that he could practically see the outline of his cock through them. Turning around, he could see Dusty's firm, round butt under his swishing tail, and in spite of any manner of self control, he felt himself get hard in his own jeans as he watched the coyote make a slow turnstyle turn on his heels. “How's that? Any better?"

Blitz struggled to speak for a moment, shaking his head and then drinking hard from his straw again before he remembered how. “Oh--oh yes. Yes very nice! Very freaking nice, Dusty!" He clapped his hands in applause, almost spilling his shake as he did so.

Dusty blushed under his fur; he knew exactly what he was doing and somewhat loved driving Blitz wild. He bowed low and winked at him before turning and making his way back to the dressing room. He half expected Blitz to follow immediately, but he was surprised when he didn't. It was only about thirty seconds though; as Dusty seated himself in the changing rooms to switch back out of these pants, there was a not-so-subtle knocking at his door.

“Pants inspector." Blitz's deeper sounding voice seemed all the more unconvincing as he apparently tried to be subtle about the whole thing.

“OH really? What can I do for you, Mister Inspector?" Dusty leaned in close to the door, gently unlatching it before the doberman suddenly burst into the room.

Blitz's foot kicked the dressing room door shut behind him as he pinned Dusty into the back wall; firmly pinning him to it with his arms while his lips kissed the other canine deeply. Dusty was not prepared for the abruptness of Blitz's entrance, he exhaled sharply, dropping the pants from his hand to the floor as he inhaled the doberman's scent, being pushed hard against the wall. His hands tightened around the dog's hips as he forced his body on him. Eventually their lips parted, and Blitz panted in his face.

“S-sorry I couldn't resist...you looked so damn sexy in those jeans, I just had to..." He huffed and his hand grabbed the coyote by the crotch. “I really hope you can help me with my problem..." He suggested, his thick crotch pressing hard against Dusty's chest.

Dusty smirked, moaning softly as the doberman's anxious hand grabbed his crotch and groped him hard. “H-happy to help..." He said as he grabbed Blitz's pants by the waistband.

His hands moved around to the front and he unfastened the button at the front of the doberman's own jeans. He yanked at them, feeling them catch and then pull past his massive erection buried in those black and gold-trimmed boxer briefs of his. He smirked and tugged the shorts down, making Blitz's cock bounce out into the open, and he let out a moan as the coyote started stroking him. Dusty smiled as Blitz leaned back slightly, regaining his hand hold on the bench behind him as they kissed again. His cock was wet, and slick and slippery under Dusty's fingers, he could feel Blitz's heavy, swaying balls underneath as he grabbed hold of them and pressed his nose right under and inhaled the doberman's scent, letting it flood into his sinuses as he breathed deep. He continued to drag Blitz's pants down and noticed the doberman's boots. He clicked his tongue and lifted Blitz's left foot first, he pulled and freed his foot from its confines; instantly the smell of a well worn sock and boot hit his nostrils, causing them to flare with the musky aroma. As he pulled the boot off he stuck his nose into it, inhaling sharply; which got him hard immediately. He then put the boot down and took one of the socks in his fingers; it was a simple sock, gray with red stripes circling around it. Dusty's tail wagged a bit as he looked up at Blitz's lustful face and slowly began to pull it off. As he did so, he lifted the foot and pressed his nose warmly against it, he inhaled slowly as he dragged the sock off the doberman's feet, watching them wiggle as they touched the cool air. He then grabbed Blitz's right foot and did similar, only this time he practically pushed his face deep down to the boot to inhale the smell. He'd almost lost track that he was still stroking Blitz's cock with his free hand and Blitz was moaning loudly, his massive arms raised up over his head and holding onto the room's shorter ceiling like some monstrous sized beast had taken over the entire room. Dusty removed the shoe from his face and it fell to the floor at his knees as he reached and grabbed the sock and began to rub his fingers along it, opting to just leave it on and instead rub the fabric along the sensitive bottom of Blitz's right foot. Blitz huffed and moaned softly as he tried in vain to drag the sock off his foot. Dusty didn't allow this, instead grinning at Blitz's misfortune of trying to get the sock off. Dusty dragged his tongue along his teeth and smirked as his lips rested against the throbbing tip of the doberman's cock as he grabbed the other sock that had been discarded a moment before, and wound it tightly around the shaft's base. He then brought his lips to Blitz's flesh and slowly dragged his lips down over its length.

“Oh f-fuck...Dusty..." Blitz panted, his hands grasping at the coyote's head and pulling him more forcibly toward him.

Dusty felt Blitz's body tremble at the touch, the warm sock now dragging its fibers over his cock only caused it to pulse and to throb more. Dusty could taste the warm flavor washing over his tongue and down his throat as Blitz's precum began to drain in volume down his gullet. He swallowed and felt the cock tight in his throat and Blitz was still pulling. He tightened the sock wrapped around the base of his shaft, he could feel it move and pulse with the doberman's heartbeat. He could hear the growl rising in Blitz's throat as his entire body quaked, he huffed and continued to push his cock deeper and deeper as Dusty indulged himself with the man's gratuitous flesh, enjoying the playful teasing he was making of Blitz's cock. He knew he was driving him wild and he loved it.

“Oh okay that's it!" Blitz suddenly announced as his hands grabbed and pulled Dusty's lips from him, drool and saliva dripping out like a small fountain of moisture as he suddenly turned Dusty over and slammed him firmly against the wall behind him. Dusty caught himself by his hands as Blitz grabbed is waist and without any sort of care, yanked his underwear down to his thighs, his wet, sloppy cock glided along Dusty's golden brown ass and with one fell swoop, plunged into him hard.

Dusty's nails scratched against the wall, he howled in pleasure as Blitz pushed every inch into him within three or four long, hard thrusts. Dusty's eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out and he felt himself riding hard on the dog's thick forceful cock. He thrust in harder, almost pushing Dusty flat against the wall, he held onto Dusty's hips though and pulled him back out straight again before thrusting in once again, making him gasp in pleasure. It was then that he remembered that they were in a store, a very public store and he was being exceptionally loud. Dusty clapped a hand over his mouth but continued to muffle out his moans of pleasure as the doberman fucked him good. Deep thrusts, eight, ten, no it felt like twelve inches plunging straight into his depths and each time he hilted, Dusty grasped the overhead shelving and still threw himself back against it. Their bodies pounded together, soft furry clapping between them echoed and it didn't take Blitz long to change their positions again.

“You want to tease me? I'll show you!" He growled more dominantly as he forcibly flipped Dusty over and lifted him up.

Dusty's back slid up the wall a bit as Blitz spread his legs apart and slid in between them. Lifting his feet up he was holding Dusty up sheerly by his feet and pressing him into the wall as his grip tightened on the soles of the coyote's feet, his hands wetly spreading across the skin between his toes, squishing and pulling as he thrust even deeper, almost bending him double as he fucked Dusty senseless. “F-fuck!" Dusty huffed and howled as best as he could with his stomach tightening around the invading cock. He could feel Blitz twitch and he could hear the doberman growling in his ear as he began to huff louder and louder.

Both of them came at the same time, Dusty felt his body fill with a flood of cum as Blitz pinned him hard against the wall and at the same time Dusty himself climaxed. It was almost perfectly synchronized, like very pulse Blitz sent into Dusty poured out of his cock and shot all across his body.

Both remained in this pose for several moments, each of them breathing heavily onto the other before Blitz captured Dusty's lips in a kiss. “Hope you learned your lesson." He teased before finally releasing the coyote from his cock and helping him back to his feet. Both of them weak in the knees as they started to search for their discarded clothing. As Blitz and Dusty put on their socks and underwear respectively, Dusty noticed that someone had gotten cum all over the jeans he had tried on. “Well..." He said as he picked it up and looked it over. “It...looks like I now own these pants." He said with a laugh.

Blitz grinned wildly. “Well I recommend wearing it every chance you get then." He said. He briefly slid his sock under his nose, inhaling the smell momentarily before putting it back on his left foot. As he got back into his pants he inhaled sharply and looked at his watch. “Oh, is it that time already?" He paused and frowned. “You're supposed to be meeting Exile for drills about now. Come on, let's hurry out of here."

It was 11:47am according to the Hummer's radio clock as Exile pulled up to the track field. Exile was standing by the side of the parking lot, dressed in dark blue shorts, a sporty white tee shirt and a baseball cap. The shining around his neck brought Dusty's attention to the whistle he was carrying; he looked angry. His arms were crossed and his foot was tapping on the pavement as Dusty and Blitz got out of the truck.

“Sorry we're late." Blitz said. “We lost all track of time and--"

“Look, we all have our duties, Blitz. Hunter won't wait for me. So you shouldn't make me wait." He looked at Dusty, his expression softened. “Are you okay?"

Dusty was distracted by the long white socks the husky wore, they almost reached his knees; it was a very different look than he ever expected, but as his eyes panned up to the icy blue eyes, he smiled. “Yeah I'm alright."

“Good. Now come and give me fifty push ups." He said as he pointed to the grassy field directly behind him.

Blitz passed a shrug to him before he made his way back to the truck. “Blitz!" Exile shouted, causing the doberman to pause for a moment and look back. “Don't let this happen again, yes?"

“Sure. Sure." Blitz replied dismissively, patting Dusty's shoulder as he walked past. “Good luck..." He whispered before climbing into the truck and taking off like a bat out of hell, quickly disappearing in the distance.

“Dusty!"

Dusty responded with a jump and jogged over to where Exile indicated and began to do his push ups as the husky paced around him. Ten, fifteen, twenty push ups, Dusty wasn't even slowing down. “Okay, physical training is very important." He uttered succinctly and slowly. “It trains the body to put up to rigorous conditions; you are still interested in becoming an official member of the Road Rovers, yes?"

“Ye-yes..." Dusty replied between sharp gasps of air, watching Exile's feet as he walked around him.

“Good." Exile replied. “When you get to fifty we will do ten more, but for these push ups you will push off your hands, clap them under you and land to finish each rep."

Dusty grunted as he was starting to slow down already as he reached forty push ups. He nodded his response and grunted as he made it to forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine... “Fifty..." He huffed and then bounced off his hands, he clapped them under him, then went back down again. He tried again. “Fifty-one!" He grunted clapping his hands, but this time he missed his return and fell flat on his face. “OOF!"

“Not bad." Exile nodded, clicking his watch. “Try again."

Dusty's arms were killing him, but he still spread his arms out under him, lifted himself up and then did another push up. He clapped and dropped again, catching himself for a second try. Another success before slipping and falling to the ground again. “Nnh!"

“That's three, let's see how long it takes you to give me all ten."

It took about an hour, Dusty growing frustrated at failing after one or two push ups each time. Toward the end having seven, he finally managed to get three push up claps in a row, Exile clicked his stop watch and jotted something down on his clipboard. “Okay, how about some lunch? I'm starving."

“Oh same here."

“Great! I'll meet you over there." He said, pointing to a restaurant who's sign was barely visible to the naked eye down a steep hill. It had to be about half a mile away. Exile started walking the other direction.

“W-wait where are you going?"

“Me? I'm going to the car. You will be jogging your way down there on foot, and I'll treat you to lunch before I send you to meet with Hunter. Sound good?"

“Sounds fantastic." Dusty replied with a dull tone to his voice, trying to sound enthusiastic and failing spectacularly.

The jog would have been harder if it was an uphill journey; but a half mile jog in broad daylight traffic made up for that lack of difficulty as he avoided trucks, slipped in and out of crowds, changed sides of the road, and avoided other obstacles enroute to the restaurant. He didn't recognize the restaurant's name “Benny's" but he did see Exile sitting at one of the outdoor tables, still looking at the stopwatch in his hand. By the time Dusty finally arrived, breathing heavily, Exile clicked the watch and glanced at him. “Sixteen minutes, thirty-seven seconds." He clicked his tongue and looked at Dusty. “Sloppy, very sloppy. I have a twelve minute mile under my belt. I expect you to be doing better." He sat back as Dusty seated himself across from him, food was already on the table for them, and Dusty couldn't help himself as he began to chow down on his food, glancing up as the husky smirked back, locking eyes with him.

Dusty slowed down his sloppy eating, wondering if he was doing something wrong. “Mmh...you not eating?"

“Oh... I am eating plenty..." A grin spread across Exile's face.

Dusty let out a surprised gasp as he felt a spread of toes push into the crotch of his pants. At some point he had taken his shoe off and now his socked foot was pushing against him. The sensation made Dusty almost choke on the food in his mouth as he started getting hard instantly. Exile's smile widened as he felt the coyote's cock expanding to his touch. He clenched his foot ever-so slightly, letting the tip of Dusty's bulge slip between his toes. This was already starting to work Dusty up and he huffed a bit. “N-nice... meal..." He agreed, keeping an innocent candor despite the aggressive actions of the husky across from him.

“Oh yes. I discovered this place some time ago, good food. Nice, quiet. Especially during the lunch hours." He smiled and pressed more firmly. “Nice and private."

Dusty knew that Exile knew what he was doing, he moaned softly as his socked toes clenched down on his hidden cock, the bottom of his foot warm and large roaming over his crotch, toe to heel, toe to heel. It wasn't long before the stimulation was getting Dusty wet in his underwear. He huffed and trembled, he was getting closer and closer as Exile began to slowly work his foot up and down the length of his bulge. The fabric of Dusty's pants moved along his crotch, his underwear dragging along his length and the warmth trickling along his crotch was more than enough for him.

“Ahhh!" He exclaimed as his body shook visibly with his orgasm.

Dusty began to cum thick ropes of cum into his underwear. He could hear his flesh squishing against his stomach and crotch under his pants. The warmth quickly spread and Exile chuckled as he felt the warmth reached the thin fibers of his socked feet. He leaned forward confidently, clenching his toes a bit more. “Mmm, now that lets off some of the stress now does it?"

“Oh just a little." Dusty smirked, moaning as he indulged in the contact. “In fact I think you need a little stress relief too..."

“Oh? You think so? Well I--"

“Are you having a good meal sir?"

The sound of a waiter's voice alarmed Exile who looked up and saw the human looking at him, a clipboard in his hands. “Oh yes. Me and my friend here were just talking..."

“Friend?"

There was an awkward pause as Exile noticed that Dusty had vanished from his seat, and a second later, he felt a pair of hands tugging at his still-shoed foot and playing with the socked one that had just gotten him off. Pressing his nose against the musky, odor-laiden socks while suddenly fumbling with his pants; Exile's confident swagger vanished and he felt his face flushing with embarrassment as he felt his shorts get dragged down along with his underwear, his cock flopped out into the open air and a warm, canine tongue dragging along the bottom of his feet, one and then the other before his flesh was engulfed by the coyote's needing mouth. “Oh y-yes...my friend was here...but now I guess he's gone..." He muttered awkwardly as he felt Dusty's muzzle slide down his cock. The awkward face and pausing made the waiter take a step back curiously. “H-he'll probably be right back...maybe...nnhfff... I think I could use... maybe a pitcher of water? Think we can have one?"

“Oh...uhh sure...anything else?"

“Another--another round of chicken wings maybe?" Exile suggested, barely able to restrain himself now.

“Alright, I'll see what I can do. I'll be right back."

As the waiter left, Exile huffed. “T-take...your time..."

He moaned softly as Dusty dragged his lips from the tip of Exile's cock all the way down to the warm balls underneath, he took a deep breath and pulled his mouth back to the tip again, he grabbed Exile's balls and tugged them firmly as he growled hungrily and dove back down the length again. To his surprise, Exile asserted his position again and grabbed Dusty by the back of the head, forcing his mouth along his length.

“You dirty little dog, pulling that right under his nose like that." He moaned as he felt Dusty's tongue wiggle under his cock; it was clear Dusty was hungry for it, and everything in Exile wanted to just feed him everything outright. He growled and huffed again. “Ohh you hungry little pup, I'll show you..." He thrust forward again, pressing his cock into Dusty's throat. Dusty swallowed the thick shaft as he took a deep breath and could taste the warmth coursing down his throat as he swallowed. It pushed past his gag reflex and Exile began to move him back and forth slowly.

Dusty's tongue licked along the shaft in his mouth, drool was trickling from the sides of his mouth, down over the length of the shaft as it pulsed between his lips. He exhaled and trembled, getting hard again despite Exile making him cum only a couple minutes ago. He slurped down the flesh and back up again, his grip tightening and loosening with each pulse that shot through Exile's balls. Faster, and faster he went, Exile pulling him and pushing him in time with his thrusts, the husky's hips bucking as a wet pool of saliva and precum formed on the seat under him. He shifted his hips and leaned back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he drove Dusty deeper and deeper along his cock. He could feel Dusty's heartbeat, he could feel the need in his eager consumption of his cock, it was almost too much for him and with a loud huff and gruff grunt, Exile suddenly began to cum hard into the coyote's wanting maw.

Dusty was nearly blown back by the sheer force of Exile's explosion, but the husky grabbed the back of his head; ensuring that he remain in place as pump after pump of the bitter-sweet seed was forced deep into his throat, down his gullet and into his stomach. “Bozhe moy!" Exile exclaimed under his breath as his cum flooded the smaller coyote's eager muzzle, finding no bottom it seemed as he fully drained his balls into his mouth. Eventually he shook and trembled, his seed spending itself out with a satisfied pop and spray across Dusty's face. He was still out of breath as the coyote came back out from under the table, taking a napkin to dab off the mess streaked across his forehead and muzzle before the waiter even returned.

“Oh! Your friend is back." He said as he placed the basket of wings and the pitcher of water down in between them. “Good, would that be all."

“I--uh--" Exile's voice trailed off as he shared a naughty glance with the coyote. “I think that'll be all." He said breathlessly.

The waiter smiled politely before quickly turning and leaving the room; Exile was still trying to slip his shoes back on unnoticed under the table as he shot a glance to the coyote. “Holy hell, imagine if we put the same effort into your training as you do with your mouth, you'd be ready to be a Rover in no time."

“Oh, but I am a Rover. Hopefully in every way that counts." Dusty said smirking as he poured himself a glass of water and drank it down fast.

After their lunch, where a full Dusty only had half an order of chicken wings, he leaned back in his seat and belched, still enjoying the musky husky smell when a car horn made him jump from his daze as he looked to see a familiar white sedan had pulled up. It was one of his father's standard cars for driving him around in. The door opened and Hunter stepped out, leaning an arm on the top of the door he laughed. “Well I would not have predicted this; you two having lunch together and your clothes still on?"

“Should have been here five minutes ago." Exile commented under his breath.

“What?"

“Nothing! I guess Hunter is here to take you to your afternoon class, Dusty."

“Classes, is more like it." Dusty corrected. “Come on Hunter. Do I have to go to school?"

Hunter shrugged. “It's all part of the deal you have with your dad. You can hang out with us provided you stick to your school schedule. You're lucky you get a half day as it is. So come on, let's go."

As much as it pained Dusty to go, he bid Exile a fond farewell and left the patio seating area to join Hunter at the car. Hunter opened the door and Dusty slid in, squeaking across the leather seating as the door closed behind him. It was luxurious and large; much like the growing fame and fortune his father had, but now he felt so far away as Hunter got into the front seat and rolled the window dividing them down.

“So did you have fun with Blitz and Exile?" Hunter asked.

“Too much fun..." He replied under his breath.

Hunter lowered the sunglasses on his face and looked at Dusty with his blue eyes. “What was that?"

Dusty shook his head dismissively. “Nothing, let's go." He said.

“Okie dokie!"

Twenty minutes seemed to fly as they rode across town to the college that Dusty attended; even for a man in... “his condition" being an anthropomorphic dog, his father had high standards for education. It was still not time for his classes until two-thirty. As he looked at his watch, he saw that it was barely two o'clock. Plenty of time to get in trouble. And as Hunter pulled into the parking spot, he unclipped his seatbelt and sat back, eyeing Hunter as he came to a stop.

“Well! Here we are!" Hunter said as he got out and a few moments later opened the back door. “You ready?"

“No." Dusty said, then he paused. “But...I guess I should be, huh? Walk me to my class?" He asked.

“Sure!"

Their walk into the school was pretty uneventful. The campus was large and spaced out; one of the top institutions in the surrounding seven states; Dusty's father never settled for less than the best for his adoptive son, despite his non-human status. He knew the campus pretty well and as Hunter led him toward his class, he took the dog by one hand and casually led him in another direction.

“But...isn't that--building?" He started but was cut off by a hushing noise from Dusty.

“Come on. This is a shortcut." He assured Hunter as they walked toward a building that had no one entering or exiting from. He grabbed the padlock on the door and flicked his thumb to the correct numbers and opened it.

“Are you sure? This looks like an abandoned building?"

“It's not abandoned." Dusty assured him. “It's just not really used except for Mondays and Tuesdays. Being Thursday they don't really use it at all so they lock it down. Luckily I got the key."

“Well. As long as it's a shortcut..." Hunter's hesitation was cut off by Dusty's eager hand guiding him down the hallway. “Where are you leading me?"

“So, have you ever been to school, Hunter?"

Hunter shrugged. “Not...officially. Although some of our fights against General Parvo crashed through a few classrooms, and I'm here now bringing you to class. But never as a student."

“Oh, perfect." Dusty said as he reached a door near the end of the corridor and slid it open to reveal a dark classroom inside. “Come in, come in. This'll be fun."

“Fun?"

Hunter didn't have much of a say as Dusty led him down the stadium seating to a few student desks seated on the main floor below. “Come here, I wanted to show you what it was like to be a student." He said as he led Hunter to one of the desks and had him sit down at it.

Hunter looked at the desk he was sitting in and checked around one side, then the other in confusion. “So...what do you do with these?"

“Oh you just sit there." Dusty said with a smile.

“Just...sit here? How do you not get bored?"

“You deal." He answered simply as he went over to the teacher's podium and extracted a ruler from within. “Now...you be my student and I'll be your teacher."

“Ha! That's funny."

“Silence!" He replied swishing the ruler so quickly that the air actually broke with a whooshing sound. “Class has begun, Mister Hunter." He said as he paced closer to the desk, looking him over. “Are you ready for your inspection?"

“Inspection? But I haven't even studied!" Hunter exclaimed, then let out a whisper. “I-is that how it's supposed to go? I'm confused."

Dusty didn't answer Hunter, instead lightly bopping the dog on the fingers. “And no talking!" He insisted. Hunter remained quiet as Dusty performed his inspection. He dragged the ruler down Hunter's chest, then over his arms as he sat squirming slightly in the desk's seat. Hunter remained still, confused as the ruler moved over his arms, then down his waist to his pants and to his shoes. “I need to inspect these..." He said, tapping at Hunter's shoes and making him blush.

“My shoes? Wh-why?"

“No talking!" Dusty repeated before quickly dropping to all fours on the floor to investigate Hunter's feet. He was wearing nice, brown leather hiking boots, which he quickly unlaced and pulled off at the same time. He took them each under his nose and took a long, deep smell off of them.

Hunter's shoes weren't filthy like Blitz's had been before; in fact he was pretty sure they smelled new. Not so new that he couldn't pick up the deep, musky scent contained within, but enough to put off his interest in them to only a few moments at a time before putting them down. “Okay. That's good, maybe a little clean but good." He slowly removed them each one at a time, and was rather surprised that he was wearing a pair of dark purple socks under them, neon green stitching made up the surrounds of his heel and his toes, as he watched them wiggle under the fabric. Dusty's tail wagged a bit as the smell of Hunter's shoes and socks were ten times more pungent here. He could smell the labrador's musk as he grabbed Hunter's ankle and pressed his foot flat up against his nose for a good, long whiff. He grew hard at the touch, feeling that warm foot pressed against this face, against his nose as he breathed it in and out.

“Ahh hah...what...what now?" Hunter asked his arousal was very apparent as it pressed against the fabric of his trousers, providing an obvious tent over Dusty's head. Dusty smirked and licked his lips in spite of himself. He dragged his tongue over Hunter's foot, he could feel the toes clench down, creating bands of skin for his tongue to meet as it dragged across the rough fabric of his socks. One side, and then the other, and then back again, slowly pulling them off Hunter's feet until they hung there, bare and dangling for him to lick them again.

This time as Dusty licked Hunter's feet, he could see his own spit reflecting off the warm, black paw pads on the bottoms of them. He always had the most interesting smell; usually of ozone and...a hint of burned rubber. But he didn't mind. He licked on the feet until he reached Hunter's toes, then sucked on each of the digits. First his left foot, then his right foot; he watched as Hunter's face was stuck flushed in a permanent blush as he grinned wildly at him.

He grabbed the belt buckle on Hunter's pants and expertly unclasped them and the button on his trousers at the same time, he slowly zipped them down, freeing his cock and the blue boxer shorts underneath.. He grabbed and sucked on Hunter's cock, bringing his lips down to occasionally wrap them around his balls too. Hunter moaned in ecstasy as Dusty moved all over his crotch. His toes were wiggling now from sheer instinct as Dusty took his lips and engulfed the dog's dick in one long, sliding slurp of his mouth. He felt Hunter tremble in pleasure as he let out a loud moan that echoed through the room. Dusty lifted his lips with a long, intense slurp. “And that's why I wanted to bring you here." He grinned as Hunter looked down at him, full of lust. “Now I'm finding this part of the inspection...very nice." He admitted before releasing Hunter's cock and standing up.

Dusty removed his pants slowly, unfastening the jeans and pulling them down past his ankles before stepping out of them. He was hard, he was still covered in the odors of his earlier encounters, but it didn't look like Hunter minded that. He watched as the coyote crossed the room, and then bent down over the podium, he looked back at Hunter. “Now, don't keep the teacher waiting." He said suggestively as he swayed his hips, his dark blue briefs inviting him in.

Hunter shook his head and scrambled out of the awkward desk, his feet almost slippery from how wet they were against the floor he was walking his hardon now so strong that it was pressed up against his stomach. He approached Dusty and pulled down at his underwear, pressing his nose to it and inhaling his musk as he slipped them down just barely past the curve of his ass. He stood up and pressed his tip against Dusty's warm ass, and without a word of warning, he thrust forward, burying his bone completely into the coyote.

Dusty howled out lustfully as his legs spread to accommodate Hunter's surprising girth. They'd had fun before, but never one-on-one. He panted and slapped his hips down into him, the room echoing the impact quite nicely around them as Hunter thrust into him, grabbing his hips and holding him tighter. “Oh fuck...!" Dusty panted as he felt Hunter's thick shaft filling him, his tail pulled to one side as Hunter aggressively fucked him harder. Hunter rested his head on Dusty's shoulder and let out a long moaning whine, pushing himself in deeper and deeper until he felt the popping of his balls against the back of the coyote's ass. Hunter could barely contain himself, his instinct taking over as he got faster and faster, his breathing speeding up and getting louder by the second. He let out a huff through his nostrils before fully thrusting himself deep inside, slamming him to the hilt and doubling him over on top of the podium.

Hunter's growls filled the room, the usually light hearted and warm canine growing feral with lust as he held onto Dusty's butt and thrust into him over and over again. Dusty felt his own arousal pique and he was beginning to drain precum all over the podium that Hunter was using as a fuck-board. It took a few minutes but suddenly, Hunter craned his neck down and clamped hard onto Dusty's shoulder. A love bite, a mating bite as he let out a hissing noise through his nose and started to heavily, and deeply flood the coyote with his spunk.

Dusty gasped at the waves of warmth hitting his prostate, and he couldn't hold it in either; letting out a satisfied gasp and moan as he came, hard and deep. Thick ropes of cum shooting across the podium as they fucked against it

Eventually, Hunter's seed stopped pumping so hard into Dusty and his senses started to return. Slowly he released Dusty's shoulder from his teeth and huffed loudly in his ear. “Oh god...I'm s-sorry..." He panted, sounding almost panicked.

Dusty laughed. “Oh no...that was what I wanted, Hunter."

“R-really?

Dusty nodded. “Yep. This has been a really...really nice day. In fact, I hope it never ends..."

Suddenly as the two were finally able to separate, the door burst open and a security guard wielding a flashlight burst in on them. “HEY! Who goes here?!"

“Oh shit..." Both of them moaned at the same time, still half naked in front of the man who had burst in.

Hunter glared at Dusty in frustration. “Well...now it can't end fast enough." He said as both of them put their hands up in the air in surrender, both still very naked from the waist down.

THE END