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Hello you all!

Here's something little I typed out on a nice Saturday afternoon. I don't think I've made anything quite like this before, so, yay!

if you want to comment on the story, please! It'll help me to become a better writer.

Happy readings!

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The blaring noise of a mobile phone alarm clock going off dragged me out of nice dreams of emptiness back into the real world of...

..something huge?

I opened my eyes and found myself muzzle to muzzle with a dark-furred, large, and quite naked Doberman, one thick arm angled off his side while a big paw held the mobile phone and illuminated his face with the ghostly glow of the phone. His ears flicked, and he looked at me, all serious eyes and dark, confident curve to his muzzle.

I yawned and blinked heavily, huffing a tired and rather bad-tasting breath from my muzzle.

"What's the time?"

"Seven am," the Dobie snuffled and rubbed the side of his muzzle with his free paw, his cell phone still acting as a makeshift flashlight.

"Nice," I huffed and snorted.

I felt the surface I was resting on heave and finally realized that I was lying on top of the Dobie's chest, my sticky sheath pressed against his firm belly. I felt a twinge go through my junk and it came back as a slightly achy jab under my balls. I must've lost the count of how many times I blew off my load, and even for a lion with studly equipment like I had, cumming that many times had its consequences.

The Dobie underneath me chuckled, making his chest come my pillow rumble and jitter underneath me.

"Good morning to you too, handsome," a paw landed on my back between my shoulder blades and rubbed me there gently.

His paw was heavy but well in intention, simply laying there for a while after he was done giving me a brief wakeup rub. I gave him a small smile and felt my bushy tailtip flick wherever it was resting on the messy bed. The air smelled rather funky and I suspected that there was going to be lots of sheets laundered after the day was through.

"Yeah, good morning to...I'm not sure if I remember your name to be honest," I felt my ears flatten a little as I realized that in the last night's haze of alcohol and lust I seemed to have forgotten what the Dobie was called.

The dark canine smirked, displaying a set of pearly white teeth.

"Name's Victor, but don't call me Vic, that's just cheesy."

"Good morning, Victor, great to meet you," I replied.

"My pleasure," the Dobie snuffled.

"Yeah, back there, eh?" I chuckled, recalling how he had referred to his beefy hindquarters during our sexual romp only hours before.

It felt weird thinking about it like that, but that was what sleep did to you, distorted the scale of reality. It might as well happened a year ago, not four hours ago. I think that's how long we had slept, if we were lucky, that is.

"Yeah, just back there," his expressive ears flicked again as he looked at me. "And you're called...Rory, wasn't it?"

"That's me," I nodded, rubbing my chin against his chest and enjoying how good he smelled.

"Well, Mr. Rory, unless you're into heavy duty watersports, I'd like to get up and go to the bathroom now," the Dobie called Victor chuckled, his ears tickling the pillow under his head.

I snuffled and paws on his chest a little as I rolled over and landed onto my back next to him on the bed, flopping down with a content sigh. I turned my head over to look at the big dog and smiled a little, watching how he got up from the bed and stretched himself a little. His back rippled and the ass I had pummeled last night looked pretty damn tasty as it was. I caught a whiff of the lube and could see it matted all over his smoothly furred rump cheeks and his taint. I wondered if he too was sore, but he didn't look like that as he put his arms up and gave himself a spine-popping stretch.

I scratched my belly and felt a sticky patch where my cum-soaked cock had rested before slipping back into my now itchy sheath. The smell made me feel a little bit horny again, but I knew that I was a little too spent to get it up so soon afterwards multiple spoogings.

it was still pretty hard to resist the temptation as I watched the Dobie scratch his butt and then turn around to look at me, the image of a content if very tired big cat sprawled on his bed, cum-stained and relaxed after draining his balls that had only been shooting into a wad of Kleenex recently, not the hot rump of a giant Dobie. My eyes feasted on his defined chest and belly and the bulge of his sheath that too showed signs of heavy use. He even scratched that big, dark lump while his spare paw rubbed hi bleary eyes cutely.

"You wanna have some breakfast or do you have to run?" he spoke, his voice a resonant, gentle rumble.

"You offering?" I smiled, tilting my head and smiling.

"I'm offering the use of my shower and some shampoo, and I've got coffee and toast and cereal if you like that. No bacon, though, sorry."

I smiled.

"I wish all one night stands were like this," I chuckled, flicking my heavy tail to coil it around my outstretched leg. "Such a nice service."

The Dobie snickered.

"Well, if you want to thank me for the fun times, you can contribute to the condom fund with a modest donation of, say, five dollars," Victor spoke, deadpan, while giving his belly the scratch of a lifetime.

Must've been all the dried cum over there making it itchy, I decided as my ears flicked and my eyes widened at his words.

"Your fund?" I chuckled.

"You used the whole remaining package of the Catnips," he shrugged, making his biceps bulge in the process.

I gave him a slightly more substantial grin and tipped my knee to the side to expose my feline equipment for his viewing pleasure, my golden sheath and balls fully on display now as I lounged.

"Well, that's what you get when you go for the kitty...we've got a lot to give," I winked at him.

"Do you know how to use a coffee maker?" he flicked a tall ear at me.

"Umm...yeah, I guess," I replied, puzzled.

"Good. We can take turns," he declared, going for the door to the bathroom. "You go and make coffee, and when I come from the shower, you can hop in while I fix us something to eat, eh?"

"Sounds fine by me," I smiled, liking his skills in organizing one-night stands.

"Filters and coffee are in the left cabinet above the maker, the mugs are in the right one, spoons are on the second drawer, and the fridge is unmistakable," he ordered before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Roger, roger," I muttered as I scratched my own belly again and listened to the sound of his piss splattering to the toilet bowl.

I'm not sure if I had ever done breakfast naked before, at least not in some stranger's apartment, but thanks to his instructions, it didn't feel that weird as I flicked on the lights to the modest kitchen-living room combo and went over to the counter to find the coffee and the utensils. I hadn't been to this part of the apartment before, so there were a few surprises to see as I sought out the coffee pot and filters and spoons. He had cookery books, for starters, arranged neatly by the microwave oven.

The coffee maker started to make its familiar hissing pops, and I just stood there, leaning against the counter and trying to rub the sleep away from my eyes. Getting this little sleep wasn't too common for me, and since I had a regular job, it wasn't usual for me to get out on Wednesday eves anyway, let alone stay out all night. I wanted to sit down to one of the comfortable-looking chairs, but decided against it before the shower. I didn't want to leave kitten stains everywhere, knowing that spreading scents was not too polite amongst any furs, let alone two strangers.

The sound of the water running disappeared after a few minutes and Victor emerged from the bedroom, wearing a huge, dark blue bathrobe and a bright green towel slung around his shoulders.

"You found the coffee," he snuffled the air and smiled.

"Yep," I smirked from my naked vantage point.

"You can use any towel you want, I'm having a laundry day tomorrow," he spoke to me as he walked over to the kitchen and pulled open his fridge.

"Thanks," I gave him a small smile and headed to his bathroom.

Everything in that small, tiled room smelled of the Dobie and wet dog in general while I propped myself under the showerhead and enjoyed the flow of hot water. I found a bottle of shampoo and lathered myself well, paying special attention to my naughty bits to make sure I would not be going around the town smelling like gay sex. My tail looped about behind me as I washed my head furs and under my arms and generally took my time to become a well soaked kitten.

I discovered a spare bathrobe hanging from a hook on the wall and decided to give it a try. It was definitely too big for me and hung loosely around my lean body. The hem even touched the floor, but I decided that the smooth fabric felt nice over my wet pelts and my slightly tightened sheath. I tied the belt around my waist and padded over to the kitchen, discovering two bowls of corn flakes and mugs of coffee laid out.

Victor the Dobie sat by the table, one paw holding a big spoon and the other tapping about on a laptop he had brought over and set up next to his bowl of cereals. My eyes were dawn to the green blinking WLAN light on its side as I sat down and gave him a refreshed smile. Victor nodded to me almost absent-mindedly, one eye fixed on the computer screen still.

"Hope the shampoo was fine," he spoke and I could see his nosepad wrinkling as he sampled my post-shower scent.

"Yeah, it was marked good for all fur types and tones so probably it is, "I chuckled, going for the steaming coffee as if I hadn't had anything to drink for a whole day.

Victor continued his idle tapping and even took a spoonful of his cereal without looking, going through the motions of the breakfast without a hindrance. I sipped my coffee and found it too to taste pretty much regular.

"Would you like to use a fur drier for that?" he spoke to me suddenly, pointing a paw at my matted mane, still wet and sticky from the shower.

"Nah, It's fine," I smiled, shaking my head to ruffle the said mane a little, grinning all the time. "I kinda like it how it feels."

"Doesn't look bad either," he flicked an ear at me.

"Thanks," I chuckled.

"Do you get plenty of Lion King jokes from the guys?" he spoke to my, giving a pointed eye to me between spoonfuls of corn flakes.

"Oh?" I mused.

"Being a big lion like that, I'd expect that "he chuckled, "and come on, that movie's given more fetish fuel to teen-aged furs than any other movie that was released when we were cubs. It persists!"

I snickered and rubbed my chin.

"Well, yeah, I guess when I was a bit younger, they used to ask me for some hakuna matata," I smiled toothily.

Victor tapped something into his computer and then turned it around to show the screen to me, and I almost lost the mawful of cereal I had just taken in. On the screen was a picture of a very large and buff male lion with a red-dyed mane, mounted on top of a lioness whose face was contorted in pain from what must've been a humongous cock buried inside her. The glossy title on top of the picture read "MUFASA'S MUFF HUFF - GOING FOR THE WRONG HOLE".

I raised my brow and watched the smirking Dobie. Victor just chuckled.

"It's the first porn I can remember watching," he laughed as he turned the computer back around. "I must've been sixteen or so. A friend from high school had stolen it from his big brother."

I smirked over my coffee cup and chuckled at his memory.

"Bet you weren't watching it for the girl's tits," I mused and winked.

"Hell no, I was so damn boned up watching that lion fuck the shit out of her ass," the Dobie smirked lewdly as he tapped his computer some more.

I wanted to ask whether he had imagined the lion to be mounting the Dobie instead, but I wasn't sure if that was good breakfast talk even after a one night stand. I decided to take a sip of my coffee and just wondered how I could make it through the day with this little sleep.

"Uh, so," I spoke, "do you often watch straight porn before work?"

Victor grinned.

"I wouldn't say that I put a morning wood to waste, if you get my drift," he chuckled. "Primes me up for work, too. Makes me feel energetic and stuff."

"Better than just the coffee?" I grinned.

"Sure," the Dobie smiled toothily.

"Deffo."

A moment passed in silence before he spoke again, putting down his mug.

"I...uhh... I guess if you'd like, there'd be a little bit of time if...," his eyes gave the bedroom door a meaningful look, and I chuckled.

"Thanks for the offer, studmuffin, but even I've got my limits," I spoke a little bit bashfully, feeling my sheath pulse despite my better judgment at the idea of having a little bit of morning fun to go with my coffee.

He rubbed the back of his neck with one of those big paws, ears flicking continuously, like they seemed to do ever so often.

"Well, yeah, you...how many times did you...anyway?"

"Uhhh...," I mimicked his gesture and scratched behind my ear. "About...five, I think."

"That's two better than I did," Victor chuckled into his coffee mug.

"Hope you're not complaining," I gave him a flirty smirk.

"My butt might complain a little bit in a while," he chuckled, "I've got a spare pillow at work though."

I chuckled at the idea of the big Dobie trying to explain to his co-workers why a pillow had suddenly appeared under his rump.

"Well, I did give my best."

"I wasn't complaining," he replied. "It's been a little while, is all. Feels good. Like after a good game, when you've been slammed against the walls a few times. You know you've had a good time."

The big Dobie smirked and enjoyed his coffee again, and I did the same once more.

"Well, uhh...consider it that it's been a while since I slammed, too."

"Really now?" his ears perked.

"Yeah. Not been much into it lately."

"Feeling gray-muzzled are you?" he chuckled.

"Not really, no," I replied, "Just...work and all and..."

"It's that all part that's the problem I think."

I gave him a nod, not really knowing what to add to that. I knew he was right, of course he was. I suppose that it became old after a while, always drinking and dancing and partying. And having random sex, even if it was good sex, like ours had been.

"Yep."

"Well, it was fun," Victor flashed me another one of his grins. "Pretty great fun, in fact."

"At least quantity made up for any lacks in quality, I hope," I chuckled.

"Neither one was neglected, thanks," he replied.

"You're welcome."

We finished up our breakfast trading some small talk before Victor told me that he would have to get going soon enough. I gave him an understanding nod and we headed back to his bedroom to find our clothes and other possessions from the mess we had made on the floor. I pulled on my slightly smelly underwear and trousers and was just buttoning my shirt when Victor handed me my phone.

"Here, I found it from under the bed," he replied with a grin, "someone must've kicked it down there or something."

"Thanks," I smiled as I pocketed the phone and finished with my buttons. "Gee, your bed sure if messy."

I flicked a paw towards the direction of the cum-stained, rumpled bed. Victor shrugged.

"So what? We were a bit of a mess too."

"True," I smiled.

"Well, that's all I think," he spoke after putting the finishing touches to his neat shirt and pants he had gotten out from a big wardrobe on the other side of the room, "I guess this is it, then."

"Yeah, I guess so."

We stood there for a while, watching each other and not really knowing what to say.

"I..I think I have to get going now, so..."

"Yeah, sure," I spoke quickly and followed him as we moved over to the hall to get our coats and generally prepare for getting out of his apartment.

"Good time, I hope," he spoke, paw resting on the door handle.

"Yeah, plenty, thanks," I replied with a careful smile.

"Maybe I'll see you around some day eh?"

"Well, maybe," I scratched my ear.

"Yeah."

The click of the door behind us was as hollow as the polite "good days" we exchanged in front of his apartment block before we parted to our different directions on the sidewalk. The morning air was cool and made my furs bristle a little, but it was also refreshing and nice. The sun was only just rising, burning its first rays over to the slightly cloudy sky. It looked to be a pretty good day, too little sleep or not. My balls ached a little bit, their contents having been pumped inside the Hockey Hunk, but it was a good, masculine feeling. It was good to be a guy sometimes.

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