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Welcome to the FIRST PART of the Hockey Hunk Season 2 season finale! I've had to split the chapter into to parts due to having limited time to write - but hey, this means more story!

The second part will be posted at the usual Hockey Hunk hour tomorrow on Saturday 25th of February, concluding the run of the season.

Why not comment on the chapter and the season as a whole once you're done reading? it's been a long way in the making and I'm always glad to hear from all of my readers. All feedback is more than appreciated.

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Have a fun read!

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At first, the foremost experience was scent.

Victor lingered in his room, having impregnated every surface and every object with his very own personal fragrance, a fact that could not be lost for someone equipped with the nose of a cat, and I happened to be a big cat indeed. It filled my nose with the deep breath I took, one of arousal, expectation and relief at the silence and calmness of the moment, and let's be honest, a little bit of a gasp in reaction to the sound of a door being locked might not be inappropriate at all.

"Click," the door said.

I heard the rumble first, coming from behind me. I didn't have the time to turn around to face the source of the sound before arms blanketed me from both sides and pulled me into a backwards embrace against the firm, broad chest of the Dobie who was just tall enough to conveniently kiss the top of my head without any trouble at all.

"Hmmmmmm..."

He breathed and smelled me, making me shiver in his arms as my arousal grew and made a new land speed record in my pants. My tail swayed and tried to coil itself around Victor's legs, but my aim was off, it was dark, I was distracted, it did not care so much, as long as I managed to catch his calves with a bat or two, I was fine.

Victor had caught me well, though, holding me and squeezing me against himself, contently rumbling at my presence, I was sure of that, and found the idea a happy one. I could feel pressure against the small of my back and knew that the Dobie harbored similar feelings and thoughts to mine, something that his body signaled eagerly. I pushed myself against him the best I could, standing there without any leverage as I was, but what I had was Victor, his arms, and his presence.

The moment held on for several pleasant, quiet seconds, hanging in the dark half space of the room. My eyes were closed, anyway, it mattered none, where we were, but with one another. I didn't know any words to speak, either.

Victor, on the other paw, had many ideas. So did his paws, stroking over my belly and chest and making me purr ever so softly, while the Dobie tilted his head and pressed our cheeks together, so that when he spoke, he was murmuring to the corner of my muzzle, in an almost-kiss that made my lips tingle nonetheless.

"I'm sorry that my brother is insane," Victor whispered, rubbing over my abs.

I rumbled and tried to stay still, resisting the urge to rock my body against his, to provide him the extra pleasure of having my warm body press more firmly against his hard flesh poking at my back quite evidently.

"Never mind," I replied, quite resolute in my opinion that at this moment, Cobb was the last thing I wanted to think about.

Victor chuckled, a hot breath escaping from his maw and stroking my face in a way that was bound to cause an extra blush over both of my cheeks, not only the one in the warm embrace of Victor's own, softly fuzzed cheek. It tickled my whiskers just enough to make me wrinkle my nose, but that was inevitable.

I moaned when Victor's tongue lapped over my lips, quickly. His rumble intensified and his arms felt even thicker and firmer around me, holding me close to him, while we stood there, both of us with each other's taste on our lips.

"It must...run in the family, though...insanity" Victor husked, keeping the lips he newly wetted with his tongue well-tickled by his breath on them.

"Huh?" I gasped.

Victor's paw on my belly stroked lower and cupped the front of my pants and squeezed on my FedSex express delivery package, bringing out a groan from my more modest vocal faculties that tended to go for the high end rather than Victor's low and deep, and sexy, end. I throbbed and pressed into his touch.

"Cobb's ten feet away but I...I don't think I can wait until tomorrow," Victor's voice was low and deep, just the way I knew it to be, when there was little light, a bit of booze in his system, and a lot of erotic tension in his highly erotic body.

My chuckle was laced with a purr that trembled from my own chest and throat, amiably, while I hung there, willingly suspended between Victor's paw pressing on me and his body, warm, inviting, and in the mood, so he told me. I would have known even without telling, simply from the intensifying musk that was definitely already present in the bedroom's self-contained atmosphere. I wasn't too far behind, either, not that it was a race.

"What do you plan to do about it?" I whispered, directing the words from the corner of my maw so that Victor's whiskers would get the same ticklish treatment as mine had received before.

Victor snuffled, warmly, and then he tilted his head and stroked his lips over my temple, before an even warmer breath ruffled my head furs briefly, just momentarily, as the sensation of some very carefully controlled teeth graced over the rim of my nearest ear. I couldn't help but gasp. Victor's quick breath through his nosepad told me that my ear had flicked reflexively and tickled him there.

"We can bite the pillow," he whispered into that very same ear.

The blunt sensuality of his words threatened to turn my knees into jelly and leave me fully in Victor's sexual mercy, and I couldn't really find a fault in that eventuality. Yes, Victor was right, it was likely neigh on insanity to even contemplate any hanky-panky while Cobb was in the vicinity, behind two walls, yes, and at least one locked door, but this was Cobb we were talking about and...but there was also Victor, the big, handsome, hunky Victor, who wanted me and wasn't shy in expressing that want either...

Screw Cobb.

Well, that might have come out a bit wrongly, that, but you know what I meant. Victor was making it, shall we say, easy, to allow one's self to become oblivious to the fact that the Dobie brother was likely dozing off his beers only the ten feet or so away as Victor put the distance. Victor was turning me on, and there was no mistaking that blunt point of pressure against my back either, which told me that the Dobie was running hot and heavy into this thing we had going on here.

"Uh huh," I put my thoughts into two voiced breaths.

That was enough for Victor to walk us over to the bed and unceremoniously dump the two of us down on the king-sized center of interesting activities. My ears flicked a little at the squeaking sounds coming from the bedsprings that sounded oddly loud, momentarily worried that Cobb might get ideas from that should he ever heard it. I pushed that thought away rather quickly, though, obviously he would HAVE TO know that we would be sleeping in the same bed, and even if he heard the odd squeak, that was only the two of us getting to the bed and chastely taking out respective sides on the bed and saying a polite goodnight and...

Being slowly humped by the tall and broad male on top of me, pressing me on the mattress with his bulk and kissing my neck was more than enough to wipe away any remaining doubts over whether this was a good idea. My tail snaked between our bodies, tickling him in all sorts of places, I was sure, while his warmth surrounded me from all sides. My neck started to feel slick and ticklish from the kisses and laps Victor was putting there at a good pace. His arms crossed my chest and my belly and his paws, sandwiched between my body and the bed, were spread wide and holding me, maximizing the amount of Dobie contact that could be had by a lion blissfully pinned on the bed. I purred, rumbled, and pressed my face against the nearest pillow to make sure I was not making too much sound, and found myself instinctually rocking my hips back to meet Victor's heavy motions upon me, with the added benefit that it also stroked my own erection against the bed.

His weight and the deep sounds he was making were definitely a turn-on, working with that part of me that was aroused by strength, muscles, deep musk and assertive behavior from the part of a big, strong male. It wasn't a submissive feeling, only a mild thrill I was familiar with, although not particularly experienced with. I most often played the part of the top, after all, and the guys I had bedded...well...let's just say that superbly athletic muscle hunks were not in the majority on the list that was entitled "The Guys and That One Girl Rory Gliese Has Had Sex With". That didn't mean I hadn't lusted after furs of that body type and personality, hell yes, who HASN'T, seriously, but the personal experiences...well, I was racking hours into that even as I laid there, subjected to a sensual Victor attack and enjoying every deep, musky moment of it.

It carried on for a little while, before Victor arched his back and made enough room underneath himself that I could turn over my back and free myself to be a bit more active in our sexual antics. He came down on me again, pressing that thick body of his against mine and letting me really know that he was there by continuing to rock our hips together, stroking our erections together through the cloth of our pants, adding rough friction on our sensitive, likely more than slickened flesh. My paws were on the move, too, catching him behind his neck and pulling on him insistently, to begin the kiss. Victor rumbled and responded eagerly, sending his glasses askew and our tongues into a makeshift wrestling match, bringing a purr from me that resonated through out muzzles. That paw of mine that wasn't busy rubbing Victor's thick neck automatically ran over his heaving back and landed on the Dobie's beefy ass, simply made my squeezing. I hogged everything I could under my paw and pressed, enjoying the rumble my bold grope brought out of Victor.

It became a hectic makeout session, with a lot of spit-swapping going on between our prodding tongues and our lips that kept combining in various ways throughout our heated contact. My paws kept rubbing over Victor's butt and his back, while his own mostly concentrated on ruffling my mane and generally being everywhere they could reach, all the while he kept his weight on his elbows on either side of my head. I was quickly starting to feel very warm and very good, with a hot, heavy, aroused Dobie resting upon me and making sure that I was getting a good ride. It might've only been a week since the last time we were on this position, but that was more than enough to make sure that I was seriously in need of some cat on dog action. It was so easy to fall into the rhythm of it, touching, stroking, gripping, nibbling...simply breathing was fun, since that always brought in a fresh dose of sexy Dobie scent I could not get enough of. All the hardships of the week seemed to be very far away from where I looked at them now, from underneath Victor, subjected to his wholly appreciative ways.

We kept on kissing and feeling each other up until our clothes clearly started to feel like an obstacle towards further enjoyment, and that meant that they had to go. It was still dark for we had not turned on any lights, but my eyes had gotten used to getting by whatever glowed through the curtains on the bedroom window, allowing us to help each other undress without too much of a fumbling. Unless it was intentional, of course, and when I was helping Victor get out of his underwear, my eager paws might have taken a surprising amount of time in making sure that I would pull that elastic clean off his burgeoning pouch without causing any unpleasant...snapping.

That said, I had Victor sitting on the edge of the bed with me, naked in my golden-toned glory, kneeling quite comfortably between his beefy thighs. I looked up and saw him lean back and put his paws to his sides for support, clearly planning to relax properly while I remained poised by the musky-smelling treat growing out of his groin. It was too much of a temptation, really, and it hardly took longer than a few seconds from the moment my knees hit the floor before my paws were all over his smoothly furred thighs and my muzzle was going down on him. Neither of us minded that I missed on the first go and simply caused Victor's thick member to brush against my cheek, leaving it smelling like a horny Dobie, sure, but at this point, a little bit of marking action sounded like a very good idea indeed. I practically nuzzled him in that manner for a little moment before I adjusted my angle and ran my tongue along his length on the way back. That forced a deep grunt out of Victor, despite whatever attempts at holding quiet, of course. By the time I reached the blunt tip of his erection, the whole length of his masculine pride was throbbing wildly. I didn't forget the customary slurp with my tongue on the end after the final lap over the pointy-edged tip and then licked my lips instead, to catch any hints of extra Victor-taste that might have gathered there. His taste was as thick as his thighs, currently being groped by my paws even while the majority of my sensory faculties were concentrated on Victor's very personal hockey stuck, throbbing only inches away from my lips.

I spared a paw and stroked it along the silky inside of Victor's thigh, starting from his knee and going to where his thigh became his groin, and tickled my way through the curls of longer, thicker hair so that I could cup his big, warm sac into my palm. To feel its weight made me purr, really, as well as the deep rumble from Victor as he felt me roll his jewels over in my palm, accompanied by a gentle tug.

"Sshhhhit..." Victor moaned, his body heaving noticeably, even if my knowledge of it was more instinct than anything else.

My own pointed cat-hood pulsed deeply between my spread knees, sprouting from my bent loins and making something of a mess on Victor's carpet, I was sure of that. My maw watered as well but at least I wasn't drooling from my muzzle, or at least I didn't think I did, though when being face to face with such a delicious sausage, it might not have been a surprise.

Teasing aside, I wasn't into masochism, though, and as far as I knew, neither was Victor, which meant that I might as well go to town, and I did, opening my muzzle wide to take in the tip and at least half of the inches that formed Victor's thick, throbbing cock. My tongue slid along the underside and slickened it even further, much to Victor's constrained, hissed enjoyment, and I could definitely feel the small buck of his hips, trying to press more of himself into the inviting heat of my muzzle.

"So good..." my Dobie groaned as I suckled on him, teasing every square inch of skin inside my muzzle, making it wet and tasty with each and every little motion of my tongue and my lips, wrapped around Victor.

"Hmmmmmmmrrrrr" I purred, letting the vibrations tease him even further, successfully, too, for I felt his paw land on my neck, heavy due to the very nature of Victor's physique, but simply riding along, not pressing me down on him. He wasn't trying to thrust into my muzzle either, though I could feel the growing tension in his thighs whenever I rubbed them with my free paw that kept up the teasing beyond his firmly squeezed balls. I tried to keep the slurping to a minimum when I started to bob my head up and down along his length, but a few did escape, prompting ear flicks from me, and a passing reminder to myself that I should try to keep this as quiet as possible.

While enjoying such heavy erotic action, however, it was getting more and more difficult to have any kind of control over myself. Maybe it was the booze, my pent-up state or the natural sexual energy of Victor, or the very newness of our sexual chemistry that was fuelling my desire, but soon the only thing I could think of properly was what I was feeling, and what kind of sensations I was giving to Victor at the moment. The tall Dobie sat mostly still but kept on making small sounds of enjoyment. His paw on my neck was an encouraging presence, never pulling or pushing, but the feeling of his fingers digging into my mane and my neck scruff was a pleasure in itself. I was purring constantly as I lapped and licked and sucked and teased him with my oral instrument, making sure that the whole big Dobie member was kept well-attended.

"Let's...huh...huh...let's swap."

Such a deep voice, making my cheeks blaze with heat, my ears flick, and my own feline spear of joy throb with not so hidden delight. I allowed my tongue to zigzag over his sweet flesh on my last pass, going upwards until I parted from his tool with a last lap over the slick, pre-oozing tip, and a smack from my lips.

Victor's other paw landed on my shoulder while his other paw moved to the opposite side, squeezing and kneading on my muscle s there while he coaxed me to stand up. My knees liked the change as much as the rest of me, while I became plastered all over Victor and kissed him, letting our muzzles to mesh together for a long breathless moment. Victor's paws moved over my curved back and landed on my rump on either side, squeezing on the round muscles there much like he had rubbed my shoulders earlier, but this time he had something more substantial to fill his palms. Heheh.

I moaned into his muzzle, delirious with the feeling of Victor's spit-slickened cock rubbing against my own, definitely thicker, maybe longer, too, reminded me of his erotic prowess. He was equally big everywhere and that suited me fine, especially now that I could again kiss him and have my paws all over Victor's rump as well. We rocked and humped onto one another, enjoying our bodies to the fullest, until the Dobie parted our muzzles and then simply lapped over my lips, putting his taste there for my purring enjoyment.

"Wow..."I breathed out, struck by the sensuality of the feeling of that thick tongue sliding over my muzzle.

Victor rumbled in a rough, sensual voice, and then gently guided me to sit down on the edge of the bed for my turn at getting some muzzle action, this time from a Dobie who formed a formidable mound of masculinity even while keeling between my own slightly trembling, spread legs. My tail flicked between my ankles, too, and I was pretty sure that sometimes I did catch Victor's protruding cock, thick, wet and heavy, pulsing unattended for now since the Dobie in question was busy reciprocating my earlier service.

His big paws rubbed over my belly and my thighs and my rear before one of them sneaked between my thighs and cupped my balls into his palm. This being Victor, he had enough paw to spare to also catch the base of my cock and the messy fold of skin and fur that was my withdrawn sheath. My eyes widened a little when I felt him begin to rub that skin against the firmness of my cock within. It wasn't a wholly alien feeling by any means, I did have two paws, after all, but coming from Victor's friendly, curious fingerpads, it felt heavenly. It probably was no surprise to Victor that when he dipped his head down and licked my pointy little tip, he already found a copious amount of pre to lick up, making me purr even louder.

I pressed my knuckles against my lips once I felt the heat of Victor's muzzle close down on me. I throbbed and held my breath for a moment before I drew it inside my lungs in a harsh, deep gasp, filled with more mingling sexual musk. Victor's longer muzzle and my feline endowment also meant that the Dobie had no trouble going down on me so thoroughly that I was sure that at some point he was actually kissing his own fingertips, still poised on the base of my shaft. I could understand why Victor had had trouble keeping still during my side of the blowjob, it really took me effort to remain simply sitting on my somewhat groped rump while Victor played with the cat. It was just as good as the last time we did this, in that locker room, when Victor surprised me with a pre-game special, and I knew very well that I might not be able to keep this going for very long should Victor intend to go all the way with this. That would be his choice, I decided even through the haze of desire filling me. I knew that as a cat, I held a few loads, easily, it would be not difficult for me to give Victor a tasty mawful and then have seconds or thirds for other purposes, should he want that as well. Maybe that was the best thing about being a cat...it was easy to ensure customer satisfaction.

I wasn't thinking lame puns while having a muzzlejob, though, far from that. I was mostly concentrating on feeling it rather than analyzing every stroke of the grooved tongue or the slurping up and down motion of his muzzle, or trying to trace the flicks of his ears in the semi-darkness of the room while I sat there and simply hang on for the ride. My paws rubbed his shoulders and neck, with a gentle helping of claws, too, which of course resulted in rumbles that turned my Dobie into a living vibrator and treated me to a teasing that had to be as devious as the round of muzzle action I had given to him earlier.

It can't have been more than a couple of minutes of this intense play before my balls started to draw themselves up closer to my body, still gripped by Victor expertly, but now clearly signaling their immediate intent. The heat tickled in the pit of my belly, growing from that initial hint into a full blaze, and adding to the tension flowing through my body. It reached everywhere, to my upper body and even to the tip of my tail, causing it to bat the floor. My claws pushed themselves out more and rubbed against Victor's skin, passing the smooth furs in search of the warmth provided beneath.

I gasped.

"I'm gonna...ahh...", I managed, giving him the considerate and polite option to decide what to do, based on his mood, of course, while I closed my eyes and allowed myself to concentrate on what was at paw.

Victor simply rumbled, deeply, sensually, and kept on sucking on me until there was no way I would be holding back anymore. With a buck of my hips and a loud hiss from my muzzle, my body quivered and the fire became an electric bolt pushing through my spine and lighting up the pleasure centers in my body. I gripped onto Victor's shoulders, for balance and for the fact that I wanted to feel him while I went through my orgasm, rumbling and biting my teeth together and trying to keep it down.

Down he was, too, keeping me inside his muzzle all the time while I throbbed and jumped and poured myself into him, suckled by that warm maw that must've been swimming with my stuff by the time I was done and left panting and rumbling and over-sensitive while still imbedded inside my Dobie. Victor knew this quirk of feline mating, I knew from past experience and from different kinds of acts, and he was considerate and was very careful with my barbs while he allowed my cock to slip from his muzzle. The slap of my curved member against my belly still made me hiss again, from the intensity.

I didn't have much time to simply sit there panting before Victor was moving up again, kissing me on the lips and whispering to make room. I simply rolled over to my back on the bed and pulled my legs and my tail up there, so that he could easily follow me and find his comfortable place. That, I soon discovered, was again on top of me, hugging me with his arms and thighs, making our bodies connected with as much skin and fur area as possible. My sensitive, momentarily drained cock rested against his belly again, joined by the thick presence of his own still eager and unsatisfied doggie member with its pulsing, sizeable knot adding an extra sensation for my overactive skin. My whole body had become a sexual organ by this point, my skin, caressed with every motion of Victor on top of me, adding to the pleasure I was experiencing every moment. It felt good to be...taken care of, in a manner, like that, kissed, stroked and touched, and being kissed with rather funky-tasting lips, too, and that tongue that didn't drip simple spit while it pushed into my muzzle...the Dobie really knew what he was doing.

I was busy rubbing his rump around the base of his short, flicking tail, when our lips parted and I felt Victor's breath wash my face hotly, immersing me in a wave of Victor for a brief moment before he spoke. Even in the dim light, I could see the soft glint in his eyes, full of desire for our mutual...joined interest.

"You...good?" Victor whispered in his bedroom voice, so close, and resonant.

I smiled and replied initially by flexing my hips a little, so that he would feel the slick stroke of my hard, newly throbbing cock against his belly, stained with my pre and small droplets of my seed, from my earlier climax. It was an especially thrilling idea, marking the big Dobie with my most intimate scent, right there.

"I'm great," I husked, honestly, and with pleasure and purr in my voice, and my paws on Victor's ass, incidentally.

Victor lapped my lips in a hot curve starting from the corner of my muzzle and reaching to the other side, in a slow action that left me craving for more kisses.

"Rory?" he whispered.

"Hmmmmh?" I rumbled contently.

Victor seemed to still for a moment before his words found me once more.

"You...uh...mind if I do your back there, tonight?" his words were as hot on my face as they were on my ears.

I let a small, surprised breath, though still in perfect comfort on my place, settled beneath the rapidly breathing Dobie's body. His passionately spoken question did cause a small twinge of nervousness in my belly, though. This was the first time he made that wish...I can't say I had been expecting it at the moment, considering that in all of our past experiences...though I did know that I had told him, before, after one of our trysts that yeah, sometimes I was in the mood for some back there action. But that had mostly been with Peter, as of recently, and in the few odd times when Gra...

I huffed to myself, again reminding myself that going through my sexual history while actually having sex was not a good idea when it came to keeping up the mood in as passionate state as possible. The truth was that yeah, I had told Victor that sometimes I did take the bottom role, and considering that Victor was now asking me whether he could have the honor, I knew that it might be time to prove my...open mind when it came to that side of man on man sex. I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, too, if only for the fact that it would be the first time, and...yeah...Victor wasn't a small boy down there, and my back there was used to infrequent feline visits, but Victor was a doggie and...

I must've been quiet for too long to Victor's comfort, because soon he was speaking again, in a voice that seemed to be slightly more subdued than before, perhaps already anticipating my perceived response.

"Or you can do mine, I don't mind..." Victor rumbled, gazing down to me.

I rubbed my paw over the Dobie's back and tried to smile, despite my moderate case of nerves.

"I didn't say no," I spoke quickly, hoping to help him relax as soon as I could before the mood had any chance to plummet, "consider me a bit surprised, that's all...."

Victor let out a deep breath.

"Well, still..."

"It's simply been a while," I added, hoping that it might help alleviating Victor's fears of accidentally offending me with his surprise buttsex request.

"If you want to wait..." Victor spoke, again quickly, clearly not wanting any unease to grow into the situation. That would've been the last thing I wanted, too.

"No," I hurried to speak, pressing my paws over the small of back, just above the base of Victor's stub of a tail, "no, I think it's...it's a great idea..."

I added a bit of a rumble, for emphasis, and licked his chin quickly. Victor's own rumble rose from his chest again, even through the kiss he pressed over my lips, long and deep and wonderful, for as long as it lasted.

"Very well then," my Dobie husked, once we were done kissing and again simply relaxing, regaining our stamina for future exercises.

My nervous twinge, lingering on the pit of my belly, remained, and prompted me to speak softly, after a little pause, tentatively, too, because it wasn't very easy to say.

"Uh...Victor..."

"Hmm?" the attentive Dobie replied, close by and reliable, as I knew him to be.

"Just...uh..." well, I am not a prude, I knew as much, but to say something like that, even to someone who sucked you off a couple of minutes earlier, it was something of a...well. "I've never...uh...taken a knot."

Hmm.

I stayed very still and hoped that Victor would not be offended by my tentative...request, when it came to that particular form of intimacy. I was speaking the truth, of course, for it was a fact that while I had the occasional dalliance with a canine, I had never actually gone to that...depth of things, and had one of those big things inside me. Frankly said, I wasn't completely sure whether I wanted to try that feeling either...and that was something that might trouble Victor, of course, since he was obviously intent on going all the way with me, and to disappoint him in such a way...

Victor's paw moved over my face and cupped my chin, holding me in a very gentle, intimate manner, like he did now, holding my gaze while our breaths kissed each other's faces. Our mutual arousals had not waned even through out conversation, despite the nerves that must've been present in both of us due to the topic at paw.

"That's alright," the Dobie spoke, his voice full of confidence and desire, things that were easy to associate with Victor. "Not everyone wants it, not even all dogs, heh."

I chuckled softly, enjoying the warmth in Victor's voice, nerves or not.

"Heheh."

Victor softly tilted my head to an appropriate angle to return to the sticky business of kissing me. Our paws began to wander some more as well, though now, for the somewhat obvious reason, every touch and every kiss seemed to carry a special meaning, now that Victor had decide to be the heads rather than the tails in the business of getting it up the ass. It really had been a while, I wasn't making that part up, so the hint of nervousness seemed to be more than natural. I didn't have a problem with the act, no, it was fun when you were in the mood, and even though I wasn't feeling an extraordinary rump-related desire at the moment, I knew that it would be enjoyable, if we took our time and just let things proceed at their natural pace.

I decided to instigate as much and kept on kissing and groping the Dobie for as long as we wanted, and slowly our bodies began their usual X-rated dance over the bedsheets, oozing erotic fluids, throbbing, flexing, and generally having a gay old time while our making out continued. Victor's ample beefcake abs rubbed my cock back to easy full hardness, and there was no mistaking that Victor's very own proud doggie member was ready to rumble...and for a very personal meeting with the Derriere of Rory Gliese.

I still had a bit of a pause when Victor pushed one of his paws between our bodies and then under my tail, carrying on the rest of our play even while he started a new chapter in it, so to speak. It was a rare feeling, someone, even myself, rubbing pads along the curve between my modest leonine rump cheeks and seeking for the point of flesh hidden between them. I gasped and purred into Victor's muzzle when he found his mark and began to make dry, rapid circles around the rim of my tailhole. I knew that he was simply teasing me for now, not yet planning to enter me, but the very simple touch taking place over my hidden bud was more than enough to keep me on the edge. Victor didn't seem to be in any hurry to take it further, either, and seemed to draw extraordinary pleasure from making me gasp and squirm from the simple rub of his fingers on my ass, reminding me in a very tangible way about what else he had in mind.

"Come on," I whispered by the time my cock was getting almost painfully hard for my fully-fledged breathless arousal.

There would be no point for blue balls here, and I was glad that Victor stopped what he was doing, that being, licking my right ear, and squeezed the whole of one of my ass cheeks into his palm and grinned, tilting his head so that I could see his expression with my sensitive eyes. The Dobie's ears flicked rapidly.

"Can we do it like this?" he whispered.

I nodded, quickly, breathing between my teeth.

"Yeah."

Victor kissed my forehead and shuffled a little on the bed, starting to make a move for the other side, where the end table was located, I recalled as much from my past visits into this interesting room.

"Just a sec..."

Victor's slippery cock rubbed against my belly, and I got a bit of a knee, too, briefly and not so firmly, but still enough to make me go "humph!" quickly, much to our chuckling amusement when he felt my abs tense under the brief increase of weight, but then Victor, done shuffling through the night table, was back in business and now sitting on his haunches between my legs.

"Pop."

Oh yes...

The strange, almost medical smell of the lube filled the air, soon to mingle with the rest of the scents that I associated with male rut. It only added to the leaping race of my heart, making it somewhat difficult to keep my tail from batting Victor's legs at every point while he applied the lube to his palm and rubbed his fingers together to warm the stuff a little before it'd go to very sensitive places indeed.

"Heh, I had to...get a new one...we...used the entire old bottle the last time," the Dobie spoke, and even though I couldn't see his face perfectly, I knew that he was grinning.

I chuckled breathily.

"Hope you didn't buy it when Cobb was with you," I smirked to myself.

Victor snuffled and treated me to a pat on my rump from his dry paw before the thoroughly lubed one nudged my ball sac with his wrist and the homed in on its earlier target, this time armed to the...nails? My muscles squeezed down on themselves at the initial contact, tickled by a single fingertip belonging to the chuckling Dobie.

"I might have told you I'm mad before, but not that mad," the Dobie cheeked while prodding my back door with the same fingertip.

My soft chuckle was interrupted by a more insistent push that reduced the laughter into a small hiss instead while Victor tested out the flexibility of that very special muscular part of me. The slick stroke felt nice on my sensitive skin, of course it did, and the tension he was playing against to also added to my pleasure. It wasn't as if he was forgetting the rest of me, either, no, the Dobie had two paws, after all, and mine were busy rubbing everything I could reach of him as well, so it definitely wasn't a one-sided thing we had going on, not at all. It might've gotten not so fun, anyway, if everything sexual we were doing would've been limited to some thick canine fingers poking at my tailhole. As a part of the package, that was...pretty much fun, especially since Victor was showing a clear deep desire for me, and my body...how could I have not felt flattered by his want to get Victor Junior into the depths of the Rory butt he had intentions on.

The dress rehearsal of the slick fingertip pushing through into me was being intensive to begin with, as I soon learned when he managed to tickle me into submission and stroke his finger through the squeezing closure of my tailhole and into what lie beyond. Did I mention that Victor's fingers were huge? Well, at least relatively speaking and while making their way worming into my guts, they did feel much bigger than I might have imagined. I clung to him with my own paws, keeping us close even while Victor's fingers explored, scissoring back and forth to stroke against the walls of my tight backside, stretching me out for the considerable girth I knew he was endowed with. My nerve fluttered back and forth through my belly while I enjoyed everything as much as I could and reminded myself that Victor would never do anything to hurt me. I knew that he would stop if I told him...if it would be painful...which I doubted it would be, we weren't talking about an equine-equivalent size here, after all...but...yeah, damn nerves.

Things got even more interesting when he added some extra lube and actually began to search for my prostate by rubbing his fingertip along the top side of my hidden back passage. I breathed out deeply when he pushed against that little nub hidden inside there, the contact, brief as it was, more than enough to cause that familiar surge of sensation that made my cock throb, pulsing from the internal stimulation rather than external, a curious feeling to begin with, of course. Victor noticed my reaction and lapped my chin happily.

"There we go," the Dobie grinned, repeating his new favorite game of making my cock jump and pulse, with the added effect of having his THUMB pressing against my tip, so that he could measure the reaction.

Poke...jump...poke...jump...growl...poke...jump...

I was practically breathless by the time he withdrew from me and retook his position between my legs, and I knew that he was ready. I knew that I was pretty much as ready as I'd ever be after a healthy helping of the lube and a lot of stretching and playing to get me used to the fact of having something inside me once more.

That still didn't make it any less belly-churning for me to hear the plastic wrapper being opened, followed by another slick sound and Victor's rumble. I chuckled nonetheless, and poked Victor's thigh with my heel.

"Good old Ursoplus, eh?" I snuffled.

Victor chuckled deeply, throatily, making my cheeks warm.

"From the Smooth Moves range...extra slippery, extra pleasurable, they said on the package," the click of the bottle told me that he was now applying some extra lubrication on his plastic-enclosed shaft, adding a final touch of care before he was ready.

I wriggled myself a little on the bed and smiled.

"Sounds good."

"And it'll feel good too, I hope," Victor replied, shuffling close to me now, so that his thighs touched mine.

I grabbed one of his pillows, quickly, from the other side of the bed, and handed that over to the Dobie who was busying himself with rubbing my thighs to relax them more, I thought, while I poked him with the pillow.

"Here, I've...found these useful," I spoke, almost shyly again.

"Oh...almost forgot..." Victor replied, sounding suitably sheepish while we took joint action to haul my butt up from the bed so that he could push the pillow under the small of my back, for the express purpose of better alignment.

Victor, with his proud, prepared member bobbing in front of him, took his position again, his big, heavy paws landing on my legs, near my knees. I knew this was it.

"How do you like these?" his voice was lowering again to my favorite register...sexual.

I answered the question wordlessly by lifting my legs and wrapping them around Victor's waist, and hooked my ankles against his back. I flicked my tail off to the side and let it loll off the bed, out of the way now.

"This will be fine," I rumbled, stroking Victor's arms with my paws where I could reach them.

Victor let out a deep, low sound, and I knew that he was simply taking a moment to enjoy the posture and the knowledge that he would soon be taking me...but only a moment, before he actually did move, and used his paw to push himself into place.

Yeah...he did feel pretty huge for starters, and I wasn't right in assuming that biting the pillow might be the thing to do, as soon as I felt the blunt tip press against my ring and start making its way into my body via the constant pressure from Victor's strong hips. The kneeling Dobie was putting his weight to it, and that made any sort of resistance pointless, not that I was trying to...but my body needed a bit of coaxing to accomplish what both of us wanted by now. I was willing myself into relaxation and Victor's continuing efforts soon bore fruit when he managed to get past the outer barrier and then press to the inner one...now with something of a purchase to my body, he could move his paw away, and hold me instead, by my sides, so that he could lean over me.

I only had to tilt my head up a little to kiss him, and we did, slowly and heatedly, even while the sensations in my rump grew until it reached that familiar almost-pain-almost-pleasure threshold and the whole slick tip slipped into me. I gasped and stilled, my body squeezed down on Victor's shaft and threatened to eject it, my tail flicked from side to side and I bit on my lip to stay quiet, for it did hurt a little...but that was the intensity, not any sort of real damage going on.

It really had been a while.

"You ok?" Victor whispered, ever so considerate even when he was poised at the gates of bliss, an inch of him inside me, literally.

I nodded and let out a deep breath.

"Just go on," I huffed, trying to pace my breaths.

"Nghhhhh..." Victor simply breathed.

With the resistance all but dealt with, it didn't take more than a few slow, measured thrusts for Victor to push the full length of his well-slickened hardness into my body. He only stopped when his knot, big and imposing, touched my hole, and I knew that this was as much as there would be, and found it...a lot. I felt fuller than...well, I couldn't remember when I felt more full than that, he was there, he was big and he was filling me up and sending a whole lot of sensations through me. The small discomfort from earlier was all but gone and replaced with that familiar, slightly odd feeling of having something inside my ass in that way, but I was used to it, and I knew that the pleasure would begin soon.

Victor waited for a few moments before he braced himself on his paws and began the mating properly, with slow, shallow thrusts that were testing out just how receptive I was for his humongous-feeling cock of might. I was breathing heavily from the beginning, for his very girth was more than enough to keep my prostate battered with every thrust, no matter how slow they might be. He did have the required reach, too, that went without saying, but...yeah, it was intense, and difficult to try to separate the different sensations this penetration was bringing to me...but I knew that he was big, and he was inside me, and making me feel a lot of things.

I'm pretty experienced when it comes to sex, and as mostly a top and the occasional bottom, I know that when you're doing someone in the butt, that's hardly everything there is to it, no matter how many times you've seen endless ass-pounding on porn. At the very best it's a wholesome experience, where the actual...butt humping is just one of the things that are going on at the same time, to keep both of you happy and doing what feels best. A lot of things were happening now, besides the slow stroke of Victor in and out of my tailhole. We were kissing, that was a certainty, letting out tongues mimic what was going on down below, and swapping often. My paws roamed Victor's back and his paws stroked all over my body, there was ample room for that, considering his angle, leaning over me in the most comfortable manner possible. My legs rode on top of him, keeping us well-connected even from that side, while I allowed Victor to set the pace for our sex.

My cock might have lost a hint of its hardness during the initial entry, but soon it was going at full mast again, bouncing happily over my fluffy belly while Victor put the bedsprings into some good use. I didn't have very much leverage at this posture, but I could do something with the help of my legs, and pull myself towards him while he was trying to withdraw from the tight grip of my body. Victor noticed soon enough and rumbled into our kiss, eager to show me that he knew what I was doing and that he'd do his best to make sure to get as deep into me as I could despite my antics...and he was succeeding too, in making me breathless.

Our secret game continued, slowly gaining intensity until the pace began to quicken and I realized that Victor, whose movements had earlier been rhythmical and steady, was now speeding up. He rolled his hips from side to side, rocking and rolling and adding new, quirky angles to the penetration filling my insides, and his rumbles, trembling through my lips, told me that he was slowly getting towards the inevitable.

Due to his anatomical quirk, however, I knew that there was one more thing I could do to encourage that besides providing my other charms for his pleasure, and that's why I slipped my paw down from Victor's back and then between our bodies, over my belly so that I could grip onto the plastic-protected bulb of flesh that kept pressing against my tailhole with every thrust from the Dobie. I squeezed gently on that especially sensitive part of him and bucked my hips up to him, demanding more.

"Hmmm..."

"Hmmmmmpph"

Our breaths became rougher and faster. Victor's blood rushed, his hips rocked and pushed rapidly, taking me quickly and spreading me open over and over again while his body flexed with his frenzied motions.

"Nghhh!"

Victor tilted his head to the side and went down, this time pressing his lips against my shoulder firmly. I put my paw over his neck and held onto him, still moving myself along to his motions, making sure that my Dobie was getting the best he could get.

A few firm thrusts and a scrape of teeth later his whole body tensed and I knew he was there. I threw my head back and bit my teeth together, trying not to simply roar out my lust while I felt him flex and pulse inside me, his pleasure washing over him and hopefully falling on him like a ton of bricks. The heavy Dobie on top of me almost fulfilled that wish in my part, he was intense, strong and powerful, growling deep in his throat and edging his teeth over a suitable fold of skin and fur in a small mating bite. The hot breath washed through my slick furs, his body filled mine, he was in heat and taking me, I trembled and pulsed...and he was complete.

I laid back in a sensual heap and held him, and I was happy.

TO BE CONTINUED AT THE SECOND PART OF THE SEASON FINALE TOMORROW!!!! STAY TUNED!

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