Dog Days of Summer
Story by MGEddie on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
Another awesome story by :iconAstroSecant: This one is about a human finding out his pet dog turned into a horny anthro as well as the neighbor's dogs. This story also contains a feral part so if you want to skip it for some hot anthro action than go ahead. The feral part is about in the middle of the story, where Eddie meets the neighbor's dogs. Anyways, I hope you like it and make sure to check out his page.
Eddie wasn't exactly a morning person. It seemed like no matter how much he slept, he woke up in the morning feeling groggy and exhausted, and only liberal amounts of caffeine broke him out of it fast enough to not lose a good portion of his day. It had come to the point that he couldn't really appreciate mornings the way some did, regardless of how they went.
But he had to admit, waking up to a hot tongue on his cock was one of the better ones he'd had.
His vision was still blurry and his head still cloudy, but he was awake enough to very much enjoy the feeling around his dick and balls. A long, hot tongue and large mouth slurping around them, licking and sucking with a fervor he could only have dreamed of finding...if it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, it was the best he could remember. His fingers clutched the bedsheets as his head ground against the pillows, his body wanting to buck and his sleepy mind doing what it could not to disrupt the rhythm of his partner.
Until the fog lifted enough for him to remember he'd gone to bed alone.
Then who-
He had just enough wherewithal to lift his head up and look down his body and bed at who was giving him such pleasure, and the moment he did he froze dead.
What the bleeding fuck?
It was fairly dark, the morning sun was only just making its appearance, but there was enough ambient light for him to make out the head of a large canine - HIS canine. Shooter, an American Bulldog he'd had for a few years, a faithful and friendly canine companion, but he'd never been THIS friendly. But apparently this morning he was a lot of things he wasn't normally...because despite being the head of his dog, his body was very decidedly un-dog-like. It fact, it looked more human, though he could still make out familiar fur patterns in a couple of places.
Somehow, Shooter was an anthro. And a very eager anthro.
Eddie momentarily felt like he should be stopping this, but the vigorous oral treatment was putting that idea right out of his head. Shooter was just so thorough - quietly grunting and snorting here and there as he lavished attention all over the human's erect shaft, his hanging balls, and pretty much the entire rest of his groin to boot. And then he'd dive down and suck a bit while pulling back up, enveloping him in wonderful heat. Finally he couldn't help himself, he let go of the sheets and brought his hands down to the canine's head, holding him down there as he moaned in weary pleasure.
The action froze Shooter for a second, as his eyes darted up at the human. Clearly he hadn't known that Eddie was awake...but when there was no sign of Eddie trying to push him off, he resumed his treatment, perhaps even more eagerly. His mouth stayed shut around Eddie's cock more consistently now, but his tongue would still shoot out here and there to lick over other areas...no wonder it was the best Eddie had felt, no human could physically pull off the feats that Shooter was performing. How the bulldog knew how to do this, he had no clue...but in the heat of the moment, it was hard to care.
It didn't feel like that long before Eddie felt his balls tighten - with a groan he came, firing off several hearty shots of milky white fluid into the canine's welcoming maw. It felt like a fast trigger, but then again, he had no clue low long he'd been teased in his sleep. Shooter didn't seem to have any issue with his climax, eagerly drinking down every droplet of Eddie's cum without even so much as a pause. His tongue even wrapped around Eddie's throbbing shaft, tightening and shifting up and down to milk him until he could shoot no more.
Finally dry, Eddie could only lay on the bed, panting hard. What a way to wake up...but then the reality was pushed back onto him, in the form of Shooter's huge body bounding up alongside him. The now-anthro canine wrapped his beefy arms tightly around him, almost too tight at first, smushing Eddie into his furry chest. There was no question that Shooter was very much bigger than he was, by a foot at least if not more, and built a lot more muscularly...he was getting a very full faceful of that evidence right that moment. He tried pushing away, to give himself some space, but those ripped arms had him held so fast that it was hopeless...though, they did ease up just a bit, allowing him to get a bit more comfortable.
I'm not going anywhere for a while, am I?
Well, Shooter did have a habit of laying on him at the most inopportune times...for a certain definition of "inopportune." And Eddie liked having him lay on him normally...this wasn't exactly normal, but it was still more or less in line with his dog's temperament. However drastic the change was, it did seem like it was still Shooter underneath...hopefully he wouldn't be proven wrong later. With a resigned sigh, he cuddled up to the canine, falling back into sleep with that big muzzle rubbing up along the top of his head.
When Eddie awakened again, the room was much brighter, the warm July sun beating through the blinds and lighting up the room nicely. He was alone in his bed...no big anthro hound wrapped around him, smushing his face in a muscular chest. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
Must've just been a dream...pretty weird one, but it wasn't that bad, I guess. The cognitive dissonance of the 'dream's' vividness and the feeling of dried saliva all over his crotch was deftly shunted aside.
He stretched and arose, and immediately headed for the shower. He left the bathroom door open as usual, to let the steam escape, not like there was anyone to intrude on him anyway. As the stream of warm water began to cascade down on him, his mind wandered back to the dream...was it weird, imagining that happening to his dog? Some dreams meant something...he didn't know if this was one of those or not.
True, something along those lines was in his fantasies. He was certainly a furry enthusiast...anthro art was a lot more appealing to him than anything else, especially THAT kind of anthro art. And canines were easily his favorite form - something about those big furry bodies, thick pointed cocks with swollen knots, and those friendly and welcoming canine faces just held more appeal to him than anything else. And he would be lying if he'd said he'd never imagined something between him and Shooter...he'd started having some bestiality fantasies here and there, mostly involving dogs, nothing he'd ever acted on but it was in his mind. He'd never really thought about trying anything like that with Shooter, though, he wasn't sure if that was really a line he wanted to cross...
Well, fuck, maybe that's all it is. I'm fantasizing about furries and dogs and thinking about Shooter, of course he'd show up in my dreams. It's the stuff you're closest to that usually shows up, isn't it? That's all the dream was, just the stuff that's closest to the top of my mind...
Caught up in his musing, he was thrown completely off-guard when he felt huge arms wrap around his chest and stomach. He yelped loudly, struggled for a moment to get away...then felt a hot tongue lapping against his face. He turned a bit, just enough to see the huge muzzle of Shooter right next to him, looking at him with a pleased grin.
Or maybe all of that is crap because it wasn't a dream at all.
How could it not be, though? How could this have happened? Eddie's mind was reeling. "Boy...what happened to you? How'd you...change like that?"
Shooter cocked his head to the side, and then shrugged his shoulders - a gesture that looked a bit exaggerated and silly. He must not have been able to talk, Eddie realized...the gesture showed clear intelligence, as well as it being a pretty direct response to his question, so he wasn't just a dog's mind in an anthro's body, but he wouldn't be having any scintillating conversations with Shooter any time soon.
Which was just the start of the problems. How was he going to deal with an anthro canine in his house? Certainly he couldn't take Shooter anywhere, let him outside where he could be seen...and if he had any guests over, even if a neighbor stopped by to say hello, they could see him. And if they did, would they call someone? Have him taken away? The government, some lab, someone else who wouldn't care about him and would only hurt him? Unless anthro dogs were popping up all over the place, Shooter was in danger just by existing.
The bulldog could sense Eddie's anxieties...even without knowing what they were about, he still wanted to provide some relief to Eddie. With a bit of a gentle murr he reached one big paw-like hand to Eddie's groin, grasping his cock and balls with a decent tightness and rubbing them around, toying with them the best way he knew how. Eddie moaned and leaned back into him, relaxing a bit...the tension was being drained out of him by the sensual contact, it was still one of his fantasies come alive and Shooter was helping him feel pretty good about it. Maybe he could worry later...
He felt something thick and heavy rubbing against his back...the canine sheath was rubbing against him, wet and eager. He hadn't seen anything on Shooter last night thanks to the angles the canine had approached him at, but just feeling that sheath now, he was sure that there was a huge cock hiding in there...and he really wanted to get it inside him. He wouldn't have been surprised if Shooter was desiring the same thing...he started pushing back into the sheath, shifting his body up and down against it and trying to stimulate it, maybe make the cock make its emergence...that got a deep murr out of Shooter, and he intensified his groping and started humping against Eddie a bit. They both knew what they wanted, all that was left was to do it.
"C'mon, boy, let's take this to the bedroom...it'll be more comfortable there." A bit of interruption of his shower wouldn't be a problem, considering that he was planning to get pretty messy anyway. He turned off the water and climbed out of the shower, and was almost taken to the floor by Shooter, who was licking at his face. He didn't seem to want to wait! "H-hold on, Shooter! It's gonna be a real pain trying to do it on the hard floor here..."
He was just able to keep Shooter upright, though the dog was doing his best to try to drag him down through the walk from the bathroom to the bedroom. Eddie could also feel his cock starting to emerge from its sheath and rub against his body...just from the contact he was getting, he could tell it was going to be as big as he'd imagined, if not bigger. Heck, he was finding it difficult not to let Shooter take him down and rut him where they were, but if Shooter was going to be this rough he definitely wanted a soft surface underneath him to take some of the edge off.
Finally they got to the bed, and Eddie was almost tossed on with how eagerly the dog was pushing him on. As soon as he laid down Shooter was on top of him, licking his face eagerly and grinding his sheath and growing cock against the human's naked body. That long organ was slick and hot against his skin, smearing the lingering water from the shower with his sticky emissions. He couldn't help but moan a bit as he felt those big, strong paws grab his ass tight, squeezing a bit and rubbing them all over. Shooter was anything but subtle.
"Okay...boy..." Eddie had to push a bit on his body to get him to get the hint, and the anthro canine lifted himself up a bit so that Eddie could roll over and offer his ass up to him. Eddie was red-faced but almost as eager as Shooter was for what was to come...he wiggled his rear a bit, beckoning to Shooter to come and get it. And come and get it he did, sniffing at Eddie's rear and holding Eddie's legs tight, getting his nose right up against his human. The touch and the motion of the air from Shooter's breath tickled a bit, feeling very nice and making Eddie shiver slightly.
But Shooter was hardly content with just sniffing. Soon enough his big, hot, wet tongue got into the act again, he started to lick and slurp over Eddie's asshole, soaking his cleft in saliva and rubbing fiercely against his pucker. Eddie moaned loudly and clutched the bedclothes, shifting and squirming around as he was worked over by that tongue...moans turned to gasps and cries as Shooter worked deeper, pushing his tongue inside and slathering spit all over his passage. It was intense and fantastic, he was certain he could've blown just from that treatment alone if it was kept up for long enough.
Shooter, however, didn't seem to have the patience for that - he was a horny dog and all this was getting him more worked up than ever. Once his muzzle left Eddie's ass, he was on top of the human in an instant, bent over him and pressing down on him, keeping him in place as he lined himself up. Eddie could feel the frenetic pace Shooter was going at...and with the huge piece of meat he was sporting, if he was planning to be that quick when they fucked, he wasn't sure it would be as fun as he would've liked. "Ah...be careful, boy...go in easy..."
If Shooter heard him, he either didn't understand or didn't really pay attention. A moment later, the tip of his cock caught Eddie's asshole, and the human buried his face in the pillow and yelled out as it sank in HARD. Shooter let out a bit of a howling call as his shaft embedded itself almost halfway into Eddie's underprepared hole, stretching him beyond any past experience and certainly beyond the point of pain. He tried to pull away but in his position there was nowhere to go, Shooter was calling the shots and he wasn't feeling the same way Eddie was about it. He kept bucking hard, forcing more of that huge thick shaft inside, pounding away until everything but the knot was embedded deep within the human.
Eddie was hoping that that would convince Shooter to ease up, but the dog had other ideas. Shooter's tongue was lolling out, the tightness around his cock was insanely pleasant, about the best pleasure he'd ever felt, and he wanted more of that right then and there. He drew his hips back quite a ways and started slamming in with almost feral vigor, driving his cock in and out of that tight passage with strength enough to easily overcome the tension Eddie was putting up against it. He held Eddie even tighter, making sure he wasn't going anywhere any time soon, not until he'd had his fill.
It was a rough fuck, Eddie wasn't sure how he managed to stay conscious through the start of it, but he did manage to, and he was glad he did. His ass wasn't really fully able to get used to the size of the thing ramming into him, it was just too big for that...but it was getting easier, he was getting more accustomed to the stretching, and the copious precum was lubing him up and making each thrust cleaner and less grating on his rear. As the pain receded, the pleasure was taking over...Shooter was an instant expert at hitting his prostate, whether he meant to be or not, providing extra jolts that made Eddie see stars in a different way, and the rubbing against his inner walls was starting to feel really good. The partly-uncomfortable cries were giving way to moans again, and he was relaxing just a bit into Shooter, letting the canine ride into him as he pleased.
Shooter seemed to have boundless energy, maintaining a rocketing pace in and out of Eddie, fucking him like he was a needy bitch in heat. The human clawed at the covers as the pleasure started to become almost too much...Shooter was just so big and strong and induced such a wild euphoria in his body that it threatened to knock him out cold. His own cock was almost at the breaking point, it felt like he might cum at any moment, and like he might go crazy if he didn't, something needed to break and provide him relief.
The canine fucking him had no awareness of that tension, only his own. He was starting to drive in even harder, slamming down on Eddie as his knot started to push itself against the human's ass on each thrust in. Eddie's moans started to take on a tenser tone as he felt the stretch increase each time the knot pounded against him, demanding entry inside his body...whether he was an agreement or not, he knew it was going to get in there, and was trying to relax for it, but there was nowhere to relax to, he was already overstretched by what was inside him and that bulge was just adding to the pressure. He started shifting a bit...and then yelped into the pillow again as Shooter suddenly latched onto his shoulder, his teeth digging in as he tried to hold Eddie in place for his knot, not quite drawing blood but hurting nonetheless.
He didn't have to put up with the bite for too long. With one final, powerful thrust, that fat knot found its way into Eddie's ass, expanding his ass wildly and stretching him out one final way before locking into him. Eddie yelled out loudly as his climax hit then and there, spurting his load onto the bed as pain and pleasure once again joined to send his body into overdrive. His yell was almost drowned out by the howl Shooter let loose, though, as the bulldog unloaded into his body, thick musky cum painting his walls and flooding his bowels. Eddie could have sworn he could feel those big doggy balls pulsing with every shot of seed that was being sent into him, forcing it deeper into him, filling all the available space and then some. It felt like there was enough to make him swell up, though he didn't feel it...he was starting to get a bit of a bloated feeling but not a bulging one, though perhaps only just.
He felt Shooter's weight collapse onto him, and he was unceremoniously pushed into the bed, sandwiched between what had to be a few hundred pounds of dog and the fabric of the bedclothes. Not that he minded laying down necessarily...the fuck had taken a ton out of him, he was more drained than he thought he would be. And he knew it was going to be a while before they got apart...Shooter's knot was keeping them in place until well after he was done, and he was still blasting more seed into Eddie. Something hot and wet was rubbing at his face...Shooter was licking him, finally seeming to be doing something gentle with him. He moaned a bit at the warmth, his breaths calming down...Shooter was pawing at him too, his touch almost sensual, paw-like hands kneading his muscles relaxingly. As exhausted as he was, the contact was too relaxing for him to handle, and he passed into blissful slumber.
Hot wetness was how he woke up once more, but with a decidedly different detail.
He shifted a bit and moaned tiredly as he felt Shooter's tongue working over his ass again, licking at the surface and just inside the hole. He still felt tired and sore, but not as bad as he'd feared he would, and Shooter seemed to be doing his best to try to make it better. The tongue felt really nice, helping relieve him of the lingering aches, and encouraging him to rouse himself. "Mm...good boy, Shooter...that feels really good. Really needed that after how hard you went on me...never thought it was possible to be fucked that hard..."
Shooter chuffed a bit, almost apologetically. He rose up and let Eddie roll over and get up off the bed. He took a glance over at the clock, wincing a bit as he saw that it was almost 1 in the afternoon. Shooter's activities had had him sleeping for a rather long time...well, there was nothing he could do about it now, he just had to get up and greet the day, with a butt full of dog jizz.
But first, he actually had to get cleaned up.
He was in and out of the shower in a relative flash; he didn't really want to spend extra time in there, just get himself more or less presentable. True, there was no one around except Shooter, and Shooter wasn't likely to care how he looked, but he liked to start things off fresh, and right now he had a lot of scent all over him. A quick cleaning was all he had the patience for, though, and there was no getting out all of that thick seed that Shooter had pumped in him, especially as deep as it went...he just tried to get as much of the leakage as he could, and found himself mildly successful on that front, but he could tell more was primed to come out. Maybe he just wouldn't get dressed right away, let as much of it get out of him as he could...it wasn't like he had anywhere to be. Shooter seemed content not to join him this time, though he could see the dog's eyes on his body as he emerged; it was clear that he was still interested in something, if the swell of his sheath was any indication.
After drying off, he headed down for the kitchen, Shooter following behind him like he was Eddie's enormous shadow. As unsubtle as ever about what he wanted, nudging and grabbing at Eddie here and there, his cock starting to poke out again...Eddie wasn't offering, but he wondered how long Shooter's patience would hold out. Hopefully the canine could control himself, because he was starting to feel sore again...the passage of time had let the ache return a bit.
Lunch was a simple affair for him, as it usually was, just a sandwich, some chips, and fruit...but this time there was an added complication in the form of the big canine. Somehow, just giving him dog food like usual didn't seem right, but he didn't really have anything that seemed like it made sense to give to him. Could he eat stuff that a regular dog couldn't eat, or would the common poisons still apply to him? In the end, he decided to just give him some leftover steak from a couple nights ago, as well as some sliced apples, which he was pretty sure wouldn't turn Shooter either way. He put the plate at the table, and beckoned Shooter to sit down in the chair; after a few moments of confusion, Shooter seemed to get the idea, mostly imitating Eddie as he sat, though he wasn't exactly the best of manners at the table. The dog seemed more than satisfied with the meal, diving right in and snapping it up rather quickly.
Silverware will be a later lesson, I guess.
After lunch, Eddie still felt pretty beat; it wasn't going to be a very productive day, it seemed. Then again, events like this didn't happen every day, maybe it was best he took some time to try to adjust to it. He headed over to the living room and sat on the couch, turning on the TV; Shooter sat next to him, and Eddie rested on him a bit as he watched, only halfway paying attention to the program. His mind was still on the ramifications of having an anthro canine in the house; none of the questions he'd had had really been answered, and he was still worried about what might happen if someone found out. Best case scenario was that no one would find out, but he had to be prepared in case someone did...
He felt an arm go around him, pulling him closer. Shooter wanted him close by...he sighed a bit and leaned further into the canine, enjoying his warmth and the thickness of his muscles. He really did wish Shooter could speak to him, it would make things a whole lot smoother...he wasn't even entirely sure how much the dog understood, it was clear that he was sharper than an average dog would be but did he really know what Eddie was saying, or only just kind of figuring it out based on how he sounded? He hadn't really seemed to register Eddie's request for a gentle ride...though, that might have been because he was a rambunctious fucker. Some dogs were, he knew that well.
Shooter's arm suddenly went lower, wrapping around his chest and lifting him onto the canine's lap. Both arms wrapped around him, and the bulldog's head resting on top of his own...he felt so secure in the big, muscular embrace, happy and content, and sank into Shooter's body, letting all the tension escape him. His head turned away from the TV, he'd long since stopped paying any attention to that, it was hard to focus on TV when there was a big sexy dog to look at and touch. He rubbed himself into the muscled chest, enjoying the feel of the short fur and tough meat against him.
I don't know if it's gonna last, but I'm glad it happened for even a little while.
He could feel Shooter rub against him, nuzzling him happily, and hear the swishing of his tail against the couch and the thumping of his heart in his chest. The canine was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying the canine...Shooter always did like being close to him, and he must have liked it even more with a mind that was more apt to understand it. Cuddling with dogs was one of Eddie's favorite activities, Shooter was of course his current favorite but he'd been with other dogs in the past that had been lovable cuddlers as well. Of course, none of them was human-like in shape like this, and had been able to hold him so close...that was something really special.
Shooter started licking at him, on top of his head and on his face, giving him sloppy doggy kisses. Inspiration struck Eddie...maybe he could teach Shooter a different type of kiss. He pulled his head away from Shooter's licks, turning towards him and lifting a hand to Shooter's muzzle. Curious, Shooter stopped licking and waited for him...his face was a bit red as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Shooter's muzzle, his tongue entering the dog's mouth as he showed him how a human kissed. There was a brief hesitation on Shooter's part, but it wasn't long before he started to imitate, working his tongue against Eddie's and pushing it into his mouth. He could taste Shooter's odd taste, it was heavy and had an odd tang to it, but wasn't bad, not like his normal dog breath.
They kept their faces together as they started to grind and rub into each other. Soon Shooter was pulling him down, laying on the couch with Eddie on top of him, holding him close as he kept his lips locked with his human's. For a dog who'd just only started figuring it out, he was doing a good job, Eddie was finding it to be rather aggressively passionate, overpowering...Shooter's tongue was so much bigger and stronger than his, and twined around his and pushed it around almost at will. It was oddly thrilling...he finally had to pull back for air, panting a bit as he looked down at Shooter. "Really good job, boy...I love you." Shooter chuffed in response and returned to kissing him, bringing his head up to meet Eddie's and continuing to rub their bodies together.
But the dog's attention was soon turning elsewhere...the grinding was getting a rise out of both of them, but it was much more prominent in Shooter, his naked groin easily producing its immense dong to the open air once more. Eddie felt those paws grab at his rear again, cupping his cheeks and rubbing and jiggling them, the same way he did earlier that morning. Except this time, he could feel the soreness from the earlier pounding coming back a bit...it wasn't that he didn't want another chance, but feeling the way he did, he wasn't sure he could handle it. "No more today, boy, you really worked me over earlier."
That got a whine out of the dog, and Eddie looked up to see a pouty bulldog face with big puppy-dog eyes. It almost got a giggle out of him - such a big beast trying to look so sad and forlorn - but it had worked on him in the past with just the regular dog, and he just tried looking away, not wanting to give Shooter ammo against him. Until the dog's hand cupped his jaw and turned it back towards that pouty face, making sure he couldn't miss it. Oh, he was milking it for everything he could...just because he couldn't talk didn't mean he wasn't a devilish little shit, clearly. But it was hard to argue with results...he could see how much Shooter wanted it, and didn't he want it as well? Maybe if they went easier... "Oh...all right, we can do it again. But just-"
He didn't get a chance to finish, as Shooter barked happily and flung himself up with very surprising speed. Eddie let out an "OOF!" as he found himself quickly on his back with the dog over him. Immediately that thick cock was probing around again, trying to find his ass and shove in just like it had that morning...it was all he could do to yell out "STOP!" before Shooter got inside him. The dog looked hurt, giving him that look again but holding himself back from entering Eddie. "Not like...this. Let's...lay back and put me on your chest again."
There was a strained groan from Shooter - even though it wasn't pushing in, Eddie could swear he could feel the dog's shaft throbbing like it was trying to stretch into him. He really wanted it...they'd have to work on holding him back a bit, or Eddie would never be able to sit down again. But Shooter was complying nonetheless, turning them back topsy-turvy once more and letting Eddie sit on top of him. Once he was settled, Eddie turned around, facing the thing that had impaled him earlier that morning. Even now, he still could hardly believe how big it was...it rivaled some of the pictures he'd looked at on a few art sites. No wonder his ass was still sore, he was probably lucky it wasn't broken wide open. And though Shooter wanted action, he still needed a break.
But that didn't mean there wasn't another option. His hands weren't sore...perhaps they could satisfy the canine, and he could perhaps learn a few things about how to take care of his own urges rather than sate them on Eddie all the time. He would try his best, but the dog needed to learn how to give him the occasional break. He started stroking the big, throbbing dick, rubbing it all over with both hands, using his thumbs to massage the flesh with special dedication, especially the tip which was drooling heavily with precum. He could hear groans and grunts from Shooter behind him, and the dog was trying to buck up into his hands...clearly, he enjoyed the treatment, but wanted something more vigorous.
Well, he could do vigorous. He tried jerking Shooter a bit harder, gripping him tighter and rubbing him up and down faster and faster, unsure of where the limit was. The pre getting smeared all over made it a bit easier, his hands were a mess but they traveled faster over the length and provided more coverage for sure. He even brought his hands down to massage the huge knot a bit, knowing that that was especially sensitive. Each action made Shooter louder, made his bucking harsher, enough that Eddie was starting to find it difficult to keep his place.
Then he felt big hands grip his sides. His eyes widened as he was lifted, and turned around in the air, his ass placed over the tip of the dog's cock. He could see the look in Shooter's face, the tension in his eyes and slight baring of his teeth, he wasn't about to do this lightly! "Shooter, wait, hol-AAAGH!" Eddie let out a loud yell as he was impaled again on the thick piece, all the way down to the top of that bulge. He leaned forward and grabbed at Shooter's chest, his nails scratching a bit as he tried to grip something to get a hold of himself...he was still stuck in the squall, though, Shooter was jerking him up and slamming him down wildly, without any real sense of control. It wasn't easy on his sore ass, but he didn't have the strength to stop the dog, all he could do was try to let the pain get overrun by pleasure, if that was possible.
Thankfully, it was. Shooter wasn't letting up for a moment, but the soreness was fading slowly; his body was adjusting, remembering from the first romp and working to ease the strain despite being taxed so much before. And as he relaxed, it started to feel good again...there was still an excess of ache but he was starting to be able to manage it.
And then Shooter stopped. He held Eddie, fully in except for the knot, and then drew him close to his body, rubbing his arms over the human. He could feel a tension from the canine, it had been an effort to restrain himself...but he must have known that it was hard on Eddie, and he wanted to make sure he was okay. The dog's muzzle rested against his head and neck, rubbing him and grunting a bit, while his hands wandered around Eddie's body, fondling his sack and caressing his sides and stomach. They were pleasant touches, and they were making him feel better by the moment. Eventually, he relaxed fully, the ache receding to a very low thrum, allowing him to simply moan quietly at the fullness in his gut.
Shooter seemed to sense this, and just in time - he couldn't have waited much longer. He rose from the couch, carrying his human with him, before rotating him around on his cock. Down they went again, the bulldog on top this time, Eddie facing him underneath. Knowing that Shooter was about to get going, he raised his hands up and wrapped them around the dog, keeping him close and signaling that he was ready.
And Shooter didn't wait a second longer. He started on a vicious pace, slammed hard into Eddie, a rougher ride than even this morning. The needy canine seemed like he had virtually no control, mercilessly plowing the human like his life depended on it. Eddie's hands gripped his skin and fur, taking fistfuls of flesh and clamping down desperately, trying to endure the feral fucking and crying out from the pleasure it was drilling into him. The ache was starting to return a bit, but it felt like a good ache this time, not from tension but from being well-pumped. He squirmed deliriously under Shooter, starting to feel a bit dizzy and faint from sensory and pleasure overload.
That was when they heard the knock at the door.
Shooter froze in mid-thrust, cock planted in deep as possible, his head looking towards the door, ears perked up in alertness. He waited a moment, then started moving again, slowly...his thrusts were more cautious, but still insistent, clearly showing he didn't want to stop. Eddie shook his head desperately. "N-no! I...I have to get that, Shooter! If they heard something..."
Shooter chuffed and tried thrusting in harder, deeper, trying to trigger the pleasure in his human again so he would agree. Eddie groaned a bit, it felt good now, stopping would take that away, but he had to...if they thought an assault was taking place, they might call the police. And that would mean no more Shooter. He tried pushing Shooter off; the dog continued to jab him insistently. Desperate times called for desperate measures. "Shooter! Get...off me...right now, or...we won't ever do this again!"
He felt bad about making that ultimatum, but it did the trick. Shooter growled unhappily but pulled out of him, leaving a sticky trail of precum behind. They let go of each other and Eddie was able to rise up. "Good boy. Go hide somewhere...no one can see this." Shooter let out a huff and padded off upstairs; Eddie could see his cock swinging from side to side when the dog's back wasn't turned, swaying in time with his steps. He couldn't help but grin a bit...maybe it was partly relief as well. They were safe, for now...except, he had to answer the door, and there was another, more insistent knock coming.
"Coming! Just a moment!" Eddie scrambled around, and spotted a laundry basket with unfolded clean laundry. It wasn't a fantastic thing to be using clean laundry when he was kind of a mess, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He grabbed a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt, threw them on, and headed to the door, opening it.
"Goodness, are you all right?" It was Mrs. Purim, a kindly old lady in her 60's from down the block. Eddie knew her fairly well, he'd helped her out several times around her house, cleaning and fixing things. Her husband was off on business a lot, and though she was in good health her movement wasn't all that great, so the help was the least he could do. She had a couple of dogs herself, too - Tank and Titan, a Great Dane and a bull mastiff, who were plenty rambunctious, mostly friendly but also there for protection. He'd helped deal with the dogs a few times, taking them for walks and helping her get them to the vet. She was definitely the last person Eddie wanted finding out about what was going on, she'd have a heart attack.
"I'm fine...just moving some stuff around, it's kinda heavy. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Just be careful, dear, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. I'm just wondering if you have any milk to spare? I'm baking for my sewing club and I just misread the instructions...I need more than I had."
"Oh, yes, of course! You can just take the whole bottle, I'm planning on getting groceries again soon." Eddie rushed in and grabbed the bottle of milk for her, returning with a much more relaxed smile; he knew she'd worry if she thought something was wrong, so being calm and collected was the way to go. "Here you go! I hope you have a good time!"
"Oh, thank you so much! You're such a nice dear. Do be careful now!"
"I will, Mrs. Purim. Thank you!" He gave her a smile and watched as she walked back down the walk, then closed the door and let out a relieved sigh. That had been kind of a close call, but he'd gotten away with it. Now he'd just have to hope Shooter wasn't in too foul a mood at being interrupted...Eddie knew he'd have to make sure he understood how important it was that they didn't arouse any suspicion. Shooter seemed to understand him even if he couldn't talk, he had to be able to interrupt his instincts if it was necessary. He just didn't seem to know what was necessary yet.
He got all of one step back from the door before a huge, heavy body slammed into him from behind, shoving him against the door and sandwiching him between wood and beef. Apparently, Shooter had no interest in waiting a second longer than he had to. He could feel the big dog's body grinding against him, his still half-hard dick rubbing against the gym shorts and leaking onto his shirt, getting it nice and smelly with musky precum. It didn't take long for the bulldog to get back to full stiffness...the thick shaft shoving in between his cheeks, making the fabric of the gym shorts ride up his crack and getting the fluid all over it. If Eddie didn't figure something out, he was going to get fucked against the door, and that wasn't going to be the most comfortable place for a wild rutting.
He pushed away from the door, right into Shooter's thick arms, which wasted no time wrapping around him. With effort, he pulled the dog with him, trying to get to someplace a bit more comfortable...the couch was the best option, he doubted he could make it all the way to the bedroom. Shooter wasn't making it easy to move, though, keeping him close and grinding against his body, threatening to try to fuck him right through his shorts...with the strength he'd already shown, it might very well have been possible. He kept sort-of dragging Shooter until they got to the kitchen, still a ways from the living room and the couch, when he felt the impatient canine take over fully.
One arm wrapped fully around Eddie, holding him right next to that big beefy body; his other arm slammed down onto the table and swept right across it, knocking the few various objects off of the table and onto the floor. Eddie winced a bit as he heard a napkin holder and salt and pepper shakers hit the floor; thankfully it didn't sound like anything broke. A moment later, he was lifted bodily and thumped onto the table, face up, with a view directly into Shooter's incredibly tense face. This was beyond what he'd experienced on the couch, no way he was going to be able to stop the dog now. That massive cock was over him, drooling pre onto his clothing, and Eddie could swear he could see it visibly throb in front of his eyes, as needy as its owner.
He wasn't in position to be able to get his clothing off, the way he was pinned to the table. Shooter had the solution right offhand, not one that Eddie would have wanted - he reached a thick hand out for the collar of the human's shirt and yanked, the fabric ripping apart in several places before the whole front was pulled away. The tattered remains were yanked from underneath him, leaving a bit of heat on his back from the friction. Eddie's shorts soon met the same fate, the elastic waistband being stretched harshly by the dog's powerful muscles before snapping and allowing the rest of the fabric to tear. The destroyed garment was cast aside without a care, leaving Eddie to realize that he had to teach the dog how not to destroy his entire wardrobe when he got needy. Thankfully they weren't expensive clothes...
The impressive show of strength from Shooter continued as he roughly grabbed Eddie's legs and yanked them wide open, then pulled them around his body, putting himself in between and ensuring they couldn't deny him what he wanted. Eddie gave in, curling his legs around the thick body and lifting to allow the tip of the doggy cock to bump against his ass. He opened his mouth, hoping to tell Shooter to be gentle, but all that came out was a loud cry as he was speared ruthlessly, the length up to the knot being shoved in all at once. It burned hot in his not-quite-prepared ass, but it wasn't as bad as he feared - the humping on the couch had left him quite well-stretched, and he was quick to adjust. A good thing, because Shooter wasn't helping him at all, driving in powerfully, ravaging Eddie's asshole with his thick shaft.
It probably shouldn't have felt this good, Eddie realized, but he wasn't about to complain. His body was wracked with pleasure, the heat and thickness and raw force instilling an intense ecstasy all throughout him. Now he was glad he hadn't told Shooter to go slow...well, he might not have listened anyway, but he still would've risked denying himself these feelings. He'd pay for it later, but it was good enough now that he didn't even feel the soreness from the first go that morning. He was even tempted to beg for more, but all he could issue were breathless cries as he writhed underneath the canine's furious assault.
Once again it felt like Shooter had boundless energy and strength, and the force with which he was hammering Eddie never let up for a moment. The thick knot pounded against his tense hole over and over again, and his swinging balls smacked against the human's rear with a slap on every entry. The canine's mouth was lolled open, dripping drool onto Eddie, making even more of a mess on him, and his hot breath wafted into his face, filling his nose with the heavy scent of dog breath. With every thrust he leaned a little further over, until he let go of Eddie's hips and planted his hands on his arms instead, pinning him down and ramping up the pounding even harder. He was drawing out less now, his thrusts shorter but more powerful as he tried to ram his knot into Eddie's asshole with almost a desperate need.
Eddie could feel himself starting to give and stretch back out, a bit painfully as his exhausted hole was once again forced to open for Shooter. The dog's muscles had him held fast, unable to do more than squirm a little under the assault, moaning quietly in mixed euphoria and discomfort. Even here, though, it was feeling good, feeling thrilling...he couldn't tell Shooter to stop, even if he could the dog almost certainly wouldn't, and maybe it was wrong but there was a certain odd thrill in his lack of control. For the moment, at least, he was Shooter's bitch, and however the dog wanted to do him, it was only his place to take it and enjoy it. And enjoy it he did, losing himself in the squall of sensation coursing through him as the dog pummeled his prostate and savaged his sphincter, breaking him slowly open for the knot to take him over.
And finally it did. The grip of his arms became almost painful as he was pulled towards Shooter for one last thrust that slammed his knot home and refused to release the pressure. Eddie cried out as his sore hole finally gave in and spread for the thick bulge, the obscene stretch once again locking the canine inside him. It was too much for him, the pleasure was overpowering, and he hit his climax, clenching down even more tightly on the thick shaft and knot as he squirted his load all over his stomach. That was all Shooter needed, he howled out in conquest as thick jets of dogseed splashed into his human once again, replacing everything that had dribbled out earlier and then some, his balls especially productive thanks to the earlier interruption. The huge, hot gushes of fluid in his body made Eddie moan out loud, soothing the burn from the intense fucking and making him feel warm and steadily more relaxed. The knot barred anything from getting out, allowing the heavy load to start restoring the slight feeling of bloating from before...he couldn't believe how much there was, Shooter was pumping him like he was a breeding stud. How lucky he was to be the bitch getting that load!
Eddie felt a deep exhaustion overtake him as the high of his orgasm drifted away, and he was slack on the table, utterly spent and unable to muster the energy to move very much. Shooter dropped on top of him, his big body covering Eddie's, his stomach smearing Eddie's mess all over the place between the two of them. The two laid there panting for several minutes, just breathing together, Shooter occasionally giving Eddie gentle licks on the face or shoulders. It felt good...after the rough ride, a bit of gentleness to help ease things. He rather appreciated it, even if he wasn't able to express it at the moment.
Finally, he felt Shooter's big arms wrap around him, and slowly lift him up from the table. The dog was surprisingly careful, doing everything he could to avoid pulling on Eddie and putting pressure on him with his still-swollen knot. Eddie wearily wrapped his arms around Shooter as he was carried, up the stairs and to the bedroom. The dog pushed the door open with a foot and headed directly for the bed, laying the two of them down on their sides to rest. He kept nuzzling Eddie a bit and licking him here and there, doing all the things Eddie enjoyed, there was no question he was trying to make him feel good.
His ass was starting to get sore again, and there was no doubt in his mind that he'd be walking funny for a while. He was going to have to shower again in the morning and get all the dried cum off of him and outside of him, if he wasn't too sore to even get up and move around. His bedsheets were going to be a complete mess from everything that leaked out of him after Shooter's knot deflated. But as he drifted off to sleep in the canine's big arms, he would not have argued for a second that it wasn't worth it.
Wetness was what woke him up once again, but in a different way. Eddie moaned a bit as he was roused by a slurping along his asshole, licking him and providing a nice, soothing warmth that was easing the soreness. He clutched his fingers to the covers and slowly raised his rear into the licking, before he'd shaken off the cobwebs enough to realize what was happening. Bleary-eyed, he looked back, and for a moment was struck dumb.
Shooter was there...and back on all fours, like a normal dog.
For a brief bit, he wondered if his mind had been playing tricks on him. Had Shooter really turned into an anthro for a day, or had he just totally dreamed that? But as the haze of sleepiness lifted, he registered the heavy scent of canine cum that he'd gotten to know a bit too well yesterday, and the soreness in his ass from the pounding he'd gotten, abated but not absent. No, it hadn't been a dream...Shooter had just somehow turned back to normal. Or had he?
Shooter noticed he had come around and chuffed a bit, looking at him expectantly. No, it wasn't normal, at least not fully...his body was as it was, but Eddie was certain that he saw the same clarity in his eyes that he'd had as an anthro yesterday. "Hey, boy...you still understand me?" The slight nod and grunt on perfect cue was enough for him. "Huh...how'd you turn back into your usual form?" In response, Shooter just cocked his head and did a weird doggy impression of a shrug. Well, he hadn't known how things had gone the other way, either.
Shooter went back to licking his ass before he could ask another question, making him moan out again. It felt really good, easing the soreness reasonably well...though, if he was anything like yesterday, it wouldn't be long before he would want something else, he was sure. Already he was shifting up, trying to get into position, doubting that he had the energy to push him away; to his surprise, though, Shooter nudged him back down, continuing to lick at him and making no indication of wanting more. Something Eddie and his aching hole appreciated; he was able to just relax and enjoy the sensations. As fun and as good as the rutting felt, he doubted he would be able to keep up with that kind of libido all the time.
The licking continued for several minutes before Shooter abruptly stopped and hopped off the bed. Eddie looked over at him, and he was looking back expectantly; he might not have wanted sex, but he seemed to want to do something more than rim Eddie all day. "Mmph...yeah, you're right, buddy, I should get up." He slowly pulled himself to a sitting position on the bed, wincing slightly as the ache intensified a bit, but it didn't get intolerable. At least he'd be able to walk, but it would have to be slow...the soothing warmth from Shooter's licking had helped, though.
He took a quick shower and headed down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Shooter was sitting patiently at his bowl; enhanced mentality or not, he didn't seem to be questioning the idea of going back to dog food. Eddie wasn't entirely sure whether he'd be back to his big anthro self at any time - at this point, he had no clue what was going on, everything seemed to be pretty random as far as he could tell - he had to figure out a plan for food if he did return that way. Spooning dog food into the bowl, he privately admitted he was a little thankful for the reversion, though - as much of a wild fantasy-come-true that having the big anthro dog around was, this was a lot less likely to result in the feds smashing down his door.
His own breakfast was its usual affair, until he was just about finished and heard the phone ring. Not a common occurrence on a Saturday...curious, he picked it up, feeling a prickle of trepidation. Was it someone who knew something about yesterday? "Hello?"
"Oh, hello...Eddie?"
Relief washed through him. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Purim. How's it going?"
"Oh...I suppose it could be going better. My dear Huey's gone and gotten himself hurt on the job."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that! Is it serious?"
"Thank you, dear. It doesn't sound like it's grave, but I need to go see him, and I'd like to be with him in case they need to do any operations. My daughter is...oh, she's just pulled in to pick me up. Do you think you could check in on Tank and Titan while I'm gone? I just need you to come in and make sure they're fed, and maybe spend a little time with them, make sure they're not getting out of control. It should just be a couple of days."
"Oh, yes, of course! I can help you out for sure! I just need a way to get in."
"Certainly, certainly. I've left a key under the planter on my doorstep...you can keep it with you after you pick it up. My boys don't need much, just make sure to give them a cup of dog food twice a day, check on their rooms to make sure nothing is chewed up that shouldn't be, and make sure they're behaving like they're supposed to be."
"I'll do just that, Mrs. Purim. Best of luck to you and your husband!"
"Oh, thank you so much. I'll let you know how things are going as soon as I can. Good-bye."
Eddie hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. He'd have to stop worrying about this, it was going to give him a complex, and things were complex enough already. Shooter nudged him curiously, and he rubbed the canine's head. "No worries, boy...I just have to go make sure Tank and Titan don't tear their house apart. You remember them, right?" Shooter woofed quietly and nodded, and Eddie chuckled a bit; the three of them had had a few rambunctious moments in the past, it was no surprise that he remembered. "Don't worry, we'll be able to spend some time together until the afternoon. I'll just need you to be good while I'm out there, okay?"
The happy wagging tail was enough of an answer for Eddie. Now all he had to do was get himself moving around enough to work off the soreness so he could walk over to Mrs. Purim's place when the time came.
Time passed, and Eddie was able to at least pretend he could walk normally despite the soreness. Being active helped; he did some cleaning around the house, organizing of shelves, and all around light housework in order to help his body's muscles recover. Shooter was nearby the whole time, avoiding getting underfoot but clearly wanting as much time with Eddie as possible, and he got plenty of petting and even a belly rub for his trouble. It had him feeling happy and accomplished, and once lunch was in his belly he was off to the other house.
Mrs. Purim's house was bigger than his was, and a bit nicer; she and her husband were reasonably well off, and they'd gotten a rather nice old home that predated his by a good half century. It also had a big yard, perfect for the two masses of dog that the couple owned. As Eddie retrieved the key and stepped inside, said masses greeted him with significant enthusiasm and volume - and they were significant masses.
Eddie always found it funny that two sweet old people had such big canines. Sure, it was probably for protection, but he would've expected people like them to have very small, possibly yappy dogs. But these couldn't have been farther from that. Titan was a mastiff, big and broad, with a dark brown patterned coloring on his fur that made him look quite handsome. His slightly leaner but taller companion was Tank, a Great Dane and the biggest dog Eddie had ever personally met. They were clearly capable of protecting against intruders, but Eddie thankfully was familiar with them, and they with him, so all they did was try to jump on him in greeting. Which in itself was rather dangerous, since they could take him down in an instant.
"Hey there, you two. Have you been good dogs while your parents have been away?" He rubbed both canine heads as they competed for attention in front of him. "You haven't been destroying the house, have you?" He got no obvious response from them, and laughed a bit as they kept trying to jump on him, keeping pushing them down as much as he could so he wasn't taken to the ground. They clearly needed to let off some steam, a bit of playtime in the back yard was going to be warranted.
He eventually managed to get through to the kitchen, trying to figure out the states of their food and water bowls. They were both empty, as expected, so he quickly filled them up, barely able to get around the rambunctious dogs; they had stopped jumping on him, but were still milling around him and sniffing at him. He felt a bit of heat in his face as he realized that they might be able to smell Shooter on him...well, at least they weren't going to tell anyone. There was no need to be embarrassed about it with them, they wouldn't judge, couldn't judge...right?
He expected the dogs to dive in on the food the moment he added it to the bowl, but they didn't seem particularly interested in it. They were much more interested in him, and still being quite eager to jump around and get his attention. "Phew, you two are just full of energy today, aren't you? All right, let's get you two outside, you really need to get tired out."
He led both of them outside, to the spacious back yard, which was pretty well-kept and neat, not a lot of extraneous stuff hanging around. There were a few sticks sitting around the yard, though, which looked like they'd been chewed a good bit. That was what he was looking for - sticks were a bit easier to deal with than balls, less chance of going where he didn't really want it to go. He picked one up and tossed it out into the air, sending it several feet across the yard. Tank and Titan rushed after it immediately, almost bowling each other over to get to the stick. There was a brief scuffle at the end, which Titan eventually won, grabbing the stick and galloping back to Eddie and dropping it. Tank followed him back, growling a bit.
"Don't worry, Tank, you'll have your chance," Eddie said with a bit of a light laugh. He threw the stick again, and again the two canines raced off, trying to reach it before the other. Tank did indeed win this time, he was a bit faster than Titan and without the other dog blocking him he was the first to reach. Titan nipped at the stick, trying to steal it from him, but Tank was prepared for him, keeping it out of reach as he brought it back to Eddie. He looked rather pleased with himself as he dropped it at Eddie's feet.
Over and over, Eddie tossed the stick, following on to another one after the first one was chewed to oblivion. For the most part the dogs brought the sticks back and waited for Eddie to hurl them again, but a few times they engaged in an impromptu game of tug-of-war with him, which he inevitably lost - like he could win against giants like them, all it really did was tucker him out. The two seemed to be in a competition with each other, who could get to the stick most often and bring it back, and would sometimes tussle over it, never violently but with plenty of energy. It almost seemed like they were starting to play by a rule at some point, where as soon as they got within a certain distance of Eddie the dog without the stick would let the winner bring it...but maybe that was Eddie's imagination, from how Shooter was acting after his changes in the past day.
Finally, Eddie felt too tired to go on; the throwing wasn't that strenuous, but his arm was getting sore from all the tug-of-war, and exhaustion was catching up with him from all his activities yesterday with Shooter. He flopped onto the ground, trying to signal to the two canines that he was done. They seemed to stop paying attention to him for a while and fought over the stick for a few minutes, until it broke and left each of them with their own piece. Once they were able to share, they apparently lost interest and headed back over to Eddie.
Tank stood over him fully, leaning his head down and licking a bit at the human's face. Eddie closed his eyes and started rubbing Tank's head; sometimes he was just a big puppy, couldn't get enough of giving or getting attention. The dog's huge body slowly laid down on top of him as he kept licking; Eddie wondered sometimes if he thought he was a pomeranian or something, Tank was such a lap dog with people he knew despite the fact that no lap in the world could fit him. Titan wasn't much different, though he was a bit smaller he was also heavier, and found himself shoved off a bit more often. Since Tank already had him covered, Titan just laid down around Eddie's head, big body nudging up against the top of the human's head and rubbing his fur into his hair.
Tank moved slightly after a few minutes, not letting Eddie up but giving him a chance to move a bit and rest his head on the mastiff up top. Both hot, furry bodies were now nestled up against him, putting a nice pressure on him that felt like a hefty comforter. His arms wrapped around Tank's furry body, and his eyes closed as tiredness took him over...ah, it felt so good to be here, surrounded by more dog than he knew what to do with...
Eddie awoke with a start. He didn't know how long he was asleep...it couldn't have been long, the sky was still pretty light, it was still the middle of the afternoon. Tank was snoozing on top of him, Titan doing the same behind his head...he didn't really want to wake them, not after they'd been playing for so long, they'd worked out a good bit of energy for sure. Eventually he'd have to, but he was a fan of letting sleeping dogs lie, as long as possible.
He shifted a slight bit, and felt something...something big and somewhat firm, nestled against his groin. He blushed a bit at the contact...it was definitely getting a response out of him, just from the touch alone. It had to be Tank's sheath or balls or something...how hadn't he noticed that before? Maybe he'd shifted up on Eddie in his sleep or something.
And it was giving him thoughts...very dangerous and lewd ones, to be sure. He knew he wasn't supposed to think about anything like that, these were dogs under his care and he shouldn't take advantage of them. But...he'd avoided fantasies about Shooter, not sure he was comfortable with that, but he'd not really had any such reservations about Tank and Titan. It was hard to help, they were probably the two biggest dogs he knew, and the idea of big dogs with big dongs doing big dog things to him had started to turn him on in recent times. He'd told himself he didn't plan on actually doing anything, but with the heavy weights already on him, it was hard not to imagine himself being pinned down, primed for a drippy red tool to poke at his ass, then spear him and break him wide open, pound him until they swelled and tied him...
The pressure at his groin was getting stronger. And it wasn't from Tank. Not physically, at least.
Trapped under the dog, racy thoughts overflowing in his head, he was starting to feel a little discomfort; his dick was trapped in a somewhat awkward position, and its stiffening was threatening to cause him some significant issues. He grunted and shifted a bit, trying to get some relief...and as he did, he felt Tank shift and rise up, yawning a bit and rousing from his slumber. He did rise up a little bit, providing needed relief to Eddie's crotch...the discomfort faded as he rocked to the side, rolling out from under Tank as the Great Dane arose and stretched. Titan was quick to rouse as well as the pressure from Eddie's head was removed from his side.
Mmph...well, I didn't want to be sleeping forever anyway. Guess I should think about getting back home...bet Shooter's waiting for me. Wonder if he's gonna be like normal, or if he changed back...
Suddenly he felt a nose press up against his crotch, rubbing against his aching boner. He eeped a bit and tried to push Titan away from his groin. "Hey, no, don't do that." But Titan wasn't going to be deterred, continuing to push against him, while Tank rapidly joined in...now he had two sniffing dogs around his crotch. Just what I needed...you two have no idea how sexy I find you, do you? But I can't be out here having dogs going after me here, it's not THAT private.
He pushed away again, and managed to finally get inside the house with both dogs trailing behind. Both of them were still swarming him, sniffing and rubbing against him, almost jockeying for position. "What's gotten into you two? I don't remember this last time I was here...believe me, I would remember."
Of course, he got no response. He really needed to get out of here, get back home before he was overwhelmed by canine, even though there was a small part of him that wanted to let them do more...okay, a large part of him. It wasn't right, though...these weren't his dogs, there was no way he had permission for something like this...but they were the ones pushing him, they clearly wanted something...but it was a crime, he'd get into trouble...but no one would find out if he was careful...
And then Tank buried his muzzle in Eddie's crotch, licking at his pants where they were tented. Even though there was fabric between him and that tongue, there was enough wetness coming through to make him moan and shudder...and maybe it was just weakness, ceding to temptation, but he couldn't say no to this anymore. He wanted it, almost needed it, his fantasies were coming alive to him and he didn't have the desire to say no.
There was a spare bedroom up the stairs, a room that usually sat empty since he knew the Purims didn't have a lot of guests except during the holidays. That was where he went, as quickly as he could, the two canines eagerly following. No sooner did he get in than he was set upon by Titan, the mastiff trying to get into his shorts before he could even get them off. The force of the canine pushed him onto the bed, sitting on the edge and trying to get around the curious nose in his business. He had to fight for space, but he got his pants unzipped and dropped a bit, and immediately Titan started lapping at the fabric around his balls, while Tank went over him to take care of the bulge.
Eddie rubbed both Tank's and Titan's heads a bit, trying to settle them down a bit, a giddy grin on his face; they were more eager for this than anything he'd ever imagined. And they seemed to know what they were doing, too...had whatever affected Shooter affected them, too? Their behavior wasn't entirely as clear-cut as Shooter's, but some of the things they had been doing seemed more calculated...imagining them as having become smart and aware like Shooter had made it feel a bit less deviant. Maybe he could imagine, at least...
Finally he got them calmed down a bit, enough for him to free himself properly. He was able to drop his boxers off his legs and spread himself wide, providing much better access to his rock-hard cock and hanging balls. And the dogs went to town, Tank rapidly slurping over his length, a messier, more slobbery blowjob than he had gotten from Shooter, while Titan attacked his balls, his tongue slathering them with doggy spit and rolling around his sack at times. Eddie's head rocked back, his fingers now gripping the covers as he was wildly pleasured by those two tongues...and they didn't stay static, either, the two canines shifted positions without warning, each one getting plenty of time to each part of him.
It took only a couple minutes before the pleasure bubbled over. A loud moan rushed out from Eddie as he felt his climax hit, seed spurting out of him onto the floor and the two dogs. They rushed at him, each fighting to lick up the semen coming out of him, demanding as much of that taste as they could get, tongues lapping over his penis to spur him to produce more. When he ran dry, they licked it off each other, and off of the floor, cleaning it all up in rapid time.
Eddie slumped back a bit, panting; he hadn't been totally prepared for that, it was more than he expected. No way he thought he'd have that much fun getting a blowjob from two dogs...but they weren't close to done yet. Titan was getting impatient, without warning he jumped on Eddie, pushing him down on the bed; he felt something long and hot pushing against his shirt, squirting musky liquid onto it. Titan's cock was pretty visible, and it was pretty impressive, he was a big dog and had a big tool to match. Maybe not quite as big as what Shooter had given him yesterday, but it wasn't that far off.
He managed to push Titan off of him. "Okay, boy, just give me a second, I'll give you what you want!" Whether Titan understood or not, he complied, backing away just long enough for Eddie to take his shirt off and toss it on the ground. It was gonna smell for a while, until he got it washed, but he didn't mind that much...the thought that Shooter would notice didn't register to him at the moment. Now naked, he shifted position, lowering his legs off the bed and turning over so that his ass was up as much as possible with his knees on the ground and chest on the bed.
Almost immediately, he felt a heavy weight on his back, the huge body of Titan pressing down on him and pinning him on the mattress. His head was right next to Eddie's, hot breath panting onto his neck and ear. If he was going to have second thoughts, it was too late to do anything about it now. But with the thick cock jabbing for his hole, and Tank licking over his ass and balls continuously while he was waiting his turn, it was tough having first thoughts, let alone second.
It took a minute of humping and shifting, but the tip of the canine cock finally found his ass, and Titan drove in without a moment's hesitation. Eddie groaned loudly as he was filled up once again, the whole shaft spearing in quickly and forcefully. It might have been rather distressing if Shooter hadn't stretched him wide out multiple times yesterday and gotten him used to the feeling...as it was, the discomfort was rather muted, and the stretch felt surprisingly good. He reared back a bit into the rapidly-shifting furry body, letting Titan rub against him as he railed Eddie roughly. Tank had backed away from the two of them, sitting to the side, his own thick shaft hanging out and waiting for its turn.
Titan was as relentless as Shooter had been, slamming into him without a hint of fatigue or concern for the target of his affections. It felt fairly familiar, even, to the first time Shooter had had sex with him, the relentless humping and the thickness of the cock driving over and over into his rear, stretching it with a fury...but one difference became apparent rather rapidly. Eddie felt the canine's knot swelling up on him during the humping, not pounding against his hole like Shooter's had...he had been pumped up almost right off the bat, and slamming the big bulge against him on every thrust in, but Titan's knot was thickening as he drilled in instead. After a few minutes, it had swollen to the point where he couldn't pull out easily, and he didn't try, instead taking much shorter thrusts that rocked the expanding bulge back and forth inside Eddie. The upshot was that it was much more rapidly pushing against his prostate and making his own dick tingle with pleasure, reviving it from its spent state.
Fortunately, Titan was quicker on the trigger than Shooter was, a little bit easier on his still somewhat aching and weary body. It was only shortly after his knot swelled to its fullest that he felt a burst of thick fluid inside him. Titan was cumming hard and fast, filling him with a hefty load that definitely reminded him of Shooter's offering - similar heat and consistency, not to mention the volume. He moaned loudly as he felt himself getting well filled up, the knot ensuring everything stayed deep inside him. Another warmth was added to his face as Titan started licking his cheek, attending to him with significantly more calmness than he had shown pretty much all day.
He figured he could relax, but the second surprise was coming - without warning, Titan lifted himself and start to turn, rotating his cock inside Eddie as he twisted around. Eddie grimaced a bit as he felt the thick knot work around inside him, moving with great difficulty due to the tight fit, until Titan was fully facing away from him. That was definitely something that Shooter hadn't done...he wasn't sure if it was something to do with him having been anthro versus a regular dog, or just having the presence of mind not to do something that was rather uncomfortable. But once Titan stopped moving, the discomfort stopped being an issue, and he could relax again.
Tank was getting back involved as well; he'd stepped back over, and was licking at Eddie's ass, providing a soothing heat and wetness on his rear and helping him to relax. He looked back a bit to see the Great Dane lapping endlessly at his hole, either trying to speed things up or make Eddie feel better, either way he was glad for it. He could also see what was hanging between Tank's legs...it would be hard to miss something that immense, it was bigger than even Shooter as an anthro had been, a real bitch-breaker. And there was no way it wasn't going inside him...well, maybe he could ease things up on himself a bit if he was in the right position.
Finally, Titan's knot had receded enough for the mastiff to pull out of Eddie, with a slight pop as he came out. Eddie could feel fluid rushing out, but Tank was just as quick to lick it up, rapidly slathering saliva all over his ass as he drank down his compatriot's jizz. His tongue pressed inside Eddie's distended asshole, diving in to slurp up more of Titan's seed and soothing the strained flesh even more effectively. Titan was unresponsive to all of this; he hopped up on the bed and started cleaning the stray cum off of his cock and groin, seemed to lose interest in anything else.
Eddie felt Tank pull away from his ass, and knew he had to be quick before the Great Dane mounted him. Despite the fatigue, he managed to push himself upright and lay back on the bed face up, spreading his legs just off the edge of the bed. He could see Tank looking at him quizzically, and beckoned him to come to him. "Just like this, boy...I know it's not normal for you, but it'll be good." He felt a bit silly talking to Tank like this, still doubting whether he understood, but whether he did or it was just instinct driving him to breed, he finally took his place, raising up and planting his forepaws on either side of Eddie and pushing his cock up against the human's ass.
It was a more awkward position for the canine and he wasn't hitting the mark right away. But Eddie rubbed his head to encourage him to continue, and Tank took that as a signal to drop his own head and start licking at Eddie's face. Once again Eddie got a good whiff of dog breath with the scent of semen in there as well...it was a more alluring scent than he had expected. Almost absently, he opened his mouth, allowing that tongue inside, trying something almost like a kiss with him, a sloppy and awkward one, even more so than when he'd tried kissing Shooter yesterday. His mouth wrestled with Tank's tongue a bit, until he felt the tip of that bitch breaker catch his hole.
Eddie cried out a bit and arched his back as he felt the entire cock stab into him hard, and start pounding him relentlessly. He'd thought the position would slow Tank down, make him go a bit easier, but either he was wrong or Tank was just really good at adapting, because from the get-go he was slamming in with even more intensity than Titan had. The thicker, longer shaft stretched him deeper and farther than even Shooter had gotten him used to, though the pain faded quickly and left only an incredible pleasure behind. Tank kept pounding away, slowly making him feel better and better...he hadn't cum from Titan's fucking, but Tank seemed likely to get him over the edge once more.
He brought a hand up to rub Tank's head, trying to encourage him to go faster and harder without being able to form the words. The dane's head was still near his own panting harder and faster as he bucked in, grunting and snorting almost with every thrust. Eddie was starting to feel the swell at the base, making in harder for the canine to thrust in and out of him and stretching him a bit more with each motion...with the size he had, Eddie was definitely feeling it, and yet still loving the hell out of it. Whatever reservations he had had before had been fucked right out of him.
Finally, he groaned out and brought his grip to the covers as his orgasm hit, and hit hard. He shot fast and furious, getting his mess all over Tank, himself, the bed, and even the floor, spurts going every which way as his stiff dick flopped around under the rampant pounding. But Tank got the most of it, once his knot was finally swollen up enough that he couldn't pull out he gave short little bucks that caused squirts to pump out from Eddie's cock, most of much landing on his furry stomach. Just as Eddie's shots tapered off, Tank's began, and he more than made up for the mess - his cock unloaded into Eddie's body, shooting hard and fast, thick hot spunk filling him up yet again. He moaned quietly as he felt his second filling of the day come, packing him nice and full along with the remains of Titan's offering minutes earlier. It felt like he had no more space left to fill, but Tank's load just didn't stop, and that knot kept him all stoppered up and feeling even fuller.
Fortunately, the position they were in made it easy for Eddie to keep Tank from turning; he wrapped his legs around the Great Dane's lower body and used his hands to encourage the canine to stay where he was. It worked well, Tank seemed to get the message and stayed where he was, leaning down and licking Eddie's face softly as he was pet and rubbed. His tail wagged around vigorously, another clear sign that he'd enjoyed this just as much as Eddie had...maybe he was a dog, but he sure seemed just as into it as anything. There was no doubt in Eddie's mind, at least - they'd been the ones pushing him, not the other way around. They still weren't his dogs, but...if no one knew, then it wouldn't really matter, right?
It took a nice long time for Tank's knot to deflate, but finally he felt the pressure ease and a glut of cum splash out of him as the receding dog dong pulled out of him with a loud slurp. The mess got all over the covers and the floor...he knew he'd have to do some significant clean-up before the Purims got home, whether he'd succeed in hiding what happened or not was already going to be in question but he had to try. But not right now...it was getting a bit later than he'd intended to be here, and Shooter was probably going to be wondering after him.
With both dogs off of him and sated, he was able to get to his clothes and put them on - the mess was going to get all over them, but somehow it felt wrong to shower here. He'd clean up and get into some fresh duds when he got home. As he opened the spare bedroom door, he heard a whine from the canines behind him; the two were looking at him with forlorn faces, like they didn't want him to go. Coincidence? Eddie wasn't sure...they had seemed to behave different from how they usually did. Maybe he'd have to test them later, see if they responded like Shooter did. "I'll be back this evening, you two. Don't make any messes...er, any more messes."
Tank walked up to him, nuzzling him a bit on the thigh. Eddie gave him a quick pet on the head. "Yes, yes, I enjoyed it too. Maybe later, I have more things to take care of." Finally Tank seemed to back off and Eddie was able to head out. He knew one guy who probably would be unhappy with him much more quickly...
Eddie's return was heralded by a very large, very furry body almost crushing him against the doorway. Shooter was back to being an anthro - how or why was anyone's guess. Eddie wasn't as worried this time, there was probably some rule to it or something and he'd try to figure it out as time went on, hopefully he could figure out some kind of control for it before it became an issue. What was more of an issue was his sniffing around, and chuffing unhappily at the scents. Eddie knew he wasn't happy...he probably saw the other dogs as competition for his affections now. He tried to reassure Shooter that that wasn't going to happen, but the way the dog trailed him up to the shower, it was clear that his attentions were on Eddie and weren't going to be easily dissuaded.
Still, he was able to get cleaned up, cleaned out, and dressed in something that wasn't stained with doggy jizz. As tired as he was, he didn't feel up for anything more than TV, and so he sat with Shooter on the couch as he watched a couple shows. The dog was holding him close, rubbing him all over and petting him - an ironic gesture in Eddie's mind - while continuously sniffing and huffing. No doubt he could still smell Tank and Titan on Eddie...at any moment, he might decide to try to overwrite their scents on him. Eddie rather hoped he wouldn't, at least not right now - he wanted to show Shooter his affections, but these rapid bouts of sex were really doing a number on his stamina.
It was dark, almost 8:00 PM when Eddie turned off the TV and stood up. "Okay, I've got to go back and check on those two again, make sure they're fed for the night." He'd expected it, but Shooter's scowl was still a bit painful. "Don't be like that...you know I made my word and I have to keep to it. You're still number one, you always will be."
Shooter huffed and growled a bit, folding his arms. Where he'd picked THAT up, Eddie had no idea...maybe something on the TV they'd just watched, he'd only partly paid attention. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll be back, and then maybe we can have some fun, if you're patient. Does that work for you?" It might not work for his tired ass, but Shooter lightened up a bit, which he considered a victory. Maybe a little sacrifice to keep the peace was a good idea, at least until they worked out a bit more control.
The streets were pretty empty at this point in the evening; it was nice to live in a quiet area of town. Eddie was still sure that there was some smell on him, so he was especially glad for the silence tonight. He'd already had to stay away from a couple people on his earlier walk back, trying to look as non-suspicious as he could...he hadn't gotten any looks, but it was still closer than he would've liked.
Once again he turned the key and entered, expected the padding of dog paws on the floor rapidly pattering to greet him. And he heard them...except, far fewer of them than he expected. He barely had time to look up before two furry bodies crashed into him - two tall, upright furry bodies.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Tank and Titan were both there, and apparently both had Shooter Syndrome. Now anthros, now standing tall around him, clearly having gotten smarter as well...now he was even more convinced they were that way earlier. Did the Purims know about this? They couldn't have, could they? There was no way they could have kept this a secret, those two nice old people who were so normal...and how were they going to deal with this? Because these dogs weren't going to go back to normal fully, not if Shooter was any indication.
Of course, first he had to deal with not being sandwiched between the two of them. But Tank and Titan seemed to have little interest in letting him go; they were wrapped around him tight, holding Eddie close and rubbing against him. Grinding thick sheaths and heavy balls into his body, getting his clothes full of their oily musk...and, unsurprisingly, getting him nice and hard again rather rapidly. Even after what had happened earlier, he still had enough energy left in him to get horny again...and he had a feeling he was going to need it.
It wasn't long before the two anthros noticed, and then they started getting really grabby. Titan was at front and was starting to grab his ass, cupping the cheeks and rubbing and spreading them, while Tank from behind was groping his bulge and his balls while he was pushing his sheath against Eddie's back. He could feel the two penises start to make their appearance as they ground against him, leaking pre onto his clothes and getting them all messy...there was no question what was coming, and if he didn't take charge they were going to start rutting right there on the floor.
It's going to happen. It's best if it happens where there's already a mess to clean up.
"Okay, boys...let's just...get to the spare bedroom, okay?" He pushed on them a little, trying to get some space, and finally they let up and let him go a bit. Eddie could tell they were getting quite horny, though, and if they were anything like Shooter...he hurried up to the spare bedroom, throwing off his clothes on the way up, not even bothering to collect them with the dogs hot on his heels. He was naked by the time he reached the door, his own erection bouncing around in the air. Whether he was ready for it or not, one part of him was clearly into this.
He got to the bed and sat down on it, watching Tank and Titan enter the room. Titan was about the same size as Shooter was in every respect, from his height to his weight to the length and thickness of his cock; it didn't really surprise Eddie since the two were about the same size as their usual feral selves as well. But Tank was another story altogether; he was taller, slightly leaner for his size but looked just as broad objectively as the others, an enormous dog-man who was even a bit intimidating. And that bitch-breaker had gotten even more impressive - it was bigger than his feral self's, by a not inconsequential margin. The idea of an even larger knot being pounded into him was making Eddie weak in the knees...oh, he was going to pay for this later, but at the moment it was hard to care.
The two dogs eagerly surrounded him, frotting against his body with their thick dicks, smearing musky fluid all over him and getting him nice and aroused, too. His shaft was getting sore from how often it had been used in such a short period of time, but he didn't care, that wasn't going to stop him from getting his fun. He rubbed himself against Tank and Titan, and petted their muscular bodies wherever he could, encouraging them to take more action. He was going to stink of them so much when he got home...Shooter might have a fit, and in an anthro form, Eddie knew how rough he could get. He'd just have to deal with it, though, because there was no way he was going to try to stop this, even if he had a snowball's chance in hell of being able to in the first place.
Things descended from perfect harmony pretty quickly. Tank and Titan were starting to jockey for position, and it was clear neither one planned to wait for attention this time. They started wrestling a bit around Eddie, humping against him while they snapped and snarled at each other, getting pushy and grabby with each other. The last thing Eddie needed was a full-out dogfight, it was time to take what tiny bit of control he had over the situation. "Easy, you two. I'll take care of both of you at once."
Both dogs stopped fighting and looked down at him; he had his in. Eddie goaded Titan onto the bed first, sitting him down on his knees with his back to the headboard, almost against it. Then he got on all fours in front of the mastiff anthro, leaning in to lick and suck at the tip of his cock, making Titan groan out in pleasure as his tongue lapped against the musky shaft. It took very little time for Titan to get the picture and start getting pushy, grabbing the human's head and pushing it into his cock, eventually forcing Eddie's mouth onto it and pushing in. In his position, his ass was in the air and available for use, and Tank didn't need extra prompting; Eddie soon felt his huge cock pushing against his ass cheeks, rubbing in between and leaving behind plenty of oily fluid. It felt even bigger than it looked...he was twitching, partly in anticipation and partly in nervousness. He handled Tank as a feral, but this might have been pushing it...yet, there was no question that he wanted it, and he pushed back into Tank, telling him he could go at any time.
Tank took the signal and ran with it; he apparently was no more patient than Shooter was. His cock slid down, and the tip parted Eddie's asshole...he felt the clawed hands grip his hips as the canine pushed in, spreading him immensely. It was an absolute miracle that he went slowly - he hadn't yet had one of them do that, in either shape, but as big as Tank was, it was a bit of blessed relief to get eased into it. Not that anything about it was easy, as his ass was pushed beyond its previous maximum in width and depth, the dane dong distending him to a new degree, but it was more manageable this way, and his moans around Titan's cock were only pleasurable, the discomfort limited enough that it was dulled by the competing pleasantness. Tank kept up the push all the way up to the knot, the thick bulge pressing against his rear with a fair bit of force. That was going to be something to get inside...
That was all the gentleness he was getting. Tank drew out and suddenly pounded back in, slamming his knot hard against Eddie's rear and pushing him down a bit more on Titan's dick in the process. Now he really went to town, drilling Eddie like his life depended on it, the thick cock burrowing in and warping his ass each time, and the fat knot striking him each time, that bitch breaker threatening to break him wide open. And Titan was picking up the pace, too; now he wasn't just staying still, he'd risen up onto his knees and was starting to buck into Eddie's mouth, stretching it wider as well. His eyes were watering slightly as he was stretched out in his throat, his air blocked off for moments at a time from the mass inside it. The mastiff's knot was pounding against his lips, too, but there wasn't half a chance that it would find purchase inside him; all it was going to do was make his face sore.
Harder and faster the two went, and Eddie was caught in a squall of pleasure in between. His pre went everywhere, spraying all over like it was before, except it could only really splatter onto his body and the covers below him this time. He was pummeled from both ends, stretched out like he'd never imagined he could be before yesterday, and loving every second of it. His hands gripped behind Titan's knees, keeping himself as stable as he could, and his legs spread a bit wider for Tank's end as he tried to clench down on the dane's dick. With both of them getting rougher, he was sure they wouldn't be lasting much longer, and wanted to do all he could to bring it to the end before he was battered to a pulp.
Then he felt the weight of Tank bear down on him. Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt the canine's jaws clamp down on his shoulder, fangs sinking into the skin. He cried out around the cock in his mouth, but there was nothing he could do to stop it, all he could do was try to endure it. Leaned over like he was, Tank couldn't pull out as far, but made up for it by powering in harder than ever, his knot pushing much more fiercely at Eddie's asshole, demanding passage. Each thrust made the bite feel harder...Eddie silently begged for it, just so that Tank would release from his shoulder.
Finally, his ass was broken in enough to accept it; with a forceful thrust, it sank in, stretching Eddie to his widest before planting with a pop. His jaw shut even more, and his arms wrapped around Eddie as he bucked in a little bit, and very quickly a rapid stream of seed flushed into his hole, joining the remnants of his earlier romp with Eddie. Eddie's head throbbed with mixed pain and pleasure, his own cock starting to shoot off just in time, staining the bedclothes below him...and then it was Titan's turn, the mastiff howling a bit as his thick dogseed starting to rush into Eddie. His fingers were gripping behind his own knot as he forced Eddie to swallow his load, pulling out enough that every shot was directly on his tongue. Eddie did his best, rapidly trying to suck down and swallow the whole thing...there was just so much, and the heavy taste was making it hard to get in, and his throat was a bit sore from the pounding and slow to react...a good bit of cum was starting to dribble out of his mouth onto the bed, adding to the mess on the covers.
Finally Titan pulled out of him, letting several more shots land on Eddie's face. The battered human closed his eyes tight as he was painted with thick jizz, spurting all over him and making sure that thick canine scent wouldn't leave his nose for a long time. It gave him some time to swallow what was in his mouth...but as soon as he did, Titan pushed his way back in and shot more into him, forcing him back into action all over again. It got a bit easier the second time around, he was more ready for it and more able to keep up, though still losing some to the bed.
Above him, Tank finally released his jaws from Eddie, licking at the puncture marks, some of which were bleeding slightly. They were throbbing with pain, much more than his ass did, though Eddie was certain that that wouldn't last long...but Tank seemed to be trying to help, rubbing him soothingly and licking to soften the ache from the bite, providing some needed relief. His cock was still shooting inside him, and Eddie was starting to think he'd swell up and look like he was carrying a litter if it kept on...he was already pretty stuffed, could there even be any more room inside him?
It took a long time for Tank and Titan to stop unloading in him...he wasn't exactly sure how long, he'd rather lost track of time. All he knew was that by the time he felt the two taper off, he was feeling pretty bloating from two spots in his gut, and he was totally exhausted. Titan finally removed himself from his mouth, letting him breath more easily, and he certainly needed it, oxygen had bene limited during the fucking and swallowing and he had been starting to feel slightly fuzzy. Still, he was so satisfied...such an intense fucking, something he'd never imagined happening to him, and he was so glad it had, even if he was going to be sore later.
Eventually the swelling in his ass went down, and Tank pulled out of him. A gush of semen followed his exit, leaving yet another puddle on the bedcover - which was already so wet that he had no idea if it would get clean. He slumped down wearily, sighing heavily, as much as he'd enjoyed it he was glad it was over and he could rest...except, he could feel the canines shifting around him, they didn't seem to be going anywhere. He managed to wipe a bit of Titan's cum off his face and open his eyes...to a sight that wasn't entirely welcome. Both Tank and Titan were looking down at him with steely gazes, at the parts of him that they had utterly wrecked. And both of them were still hard...if they'd gone down at all it hadn't been for long. And the fact that they weren't backing off or cleaning themselves gave him only one message...he wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
The clock was ticking to midnight before Eddie was able to stagger home. No one was out to see him, and he was so thankful for that, because there was no way he could explain his appearance - his clothes were soaked in dog cum, his face and hair were plastered with white, and the stink of sex was all over him...he'd gotten so messy that he'd half-intended to just walk home naked, but the risk was too great even for that short a distance. His walk was unsteady and slow, ass quite tender from the multiple nailings and knottings he'd gotten from each dog. The last couple they hadn't even needed to force him open...he'd need time to recover from that, for sure. His dick had been drained utterly dry, and his cock and balls were aching madly from overuse.
It had been a hell of a night, for sure.
He was able to make it home, but the instant he was in the door, he was met with a deep growl. Shooter was standing at the door, arms folded, looking quite severely down at him. Eddie felt himself shrink away a bit against the door as he closed and locked it; even if the evidence wasn't all over him, he doubted Shooter would have any uncertainty about what had happened. "H-hey...sorry it took me so long...uhm, Tank and Titan, they...had the same thing happen to them as you did."
No response from Shooter. "H-hey, boy...they didn't hurt me or anything. And they're not...you know you're top dog, I didn't stop them but they...they weren't better than you or anything..." It felt ludicrous to be trying to justify himself to Shooter, like he was a cheating lover or something. Maybe because he slightly felt that way...
Suddenly Shooter stepped forward, and an arm lunged out and grabbed at his shirt, tearing the front clean off. The back fell to the ground in a heap, leaving Eddie's upper body exposed...and the bite marks on his shoulder from Tank's first mating with him clear to view. He'd managed to tell them not to do that again, and they had listened, but the once seemed to be enough for Shooter, whose growl turned to a snarl. "H-hey, boy, it means nothing, I didn't even know he was gonna do that, I told him to stop-"
Shooter didn't let him finish. His paw lashed out again and grabbed Eddie's shorts and underwear by the band and tore them straight off, too. He had just enough time to muse that he would really have to stop that before his whole wardrobe was rags before the bulldog snatched him up, grabbing him in a sort of bridal carry and effortlessly walking him up the stairs. His foot roughly kicked the bedroom door open, and Eddie was tossed onto the bed, landing roughly on the mattress and rolling a bit. As he settled, he could see Shooter approaching, his dick already jutting out of his crotch. Eddie didn't need to be a mind-reader to know what was coming...Shooter was going to make well sure that his claim was staked, and beyond being rut over and over, he might end up with a fresh set of bite marks on him before it was all said and done.
One thing was for sure: he wasn't going to be getting much sleep tonight.