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Getting Low

With swift silent claws, the corgi sneaked through the darkness, his eyes agleam and his paws pattering on the smooth tarmac. His pawsteps were loping, bouncing, tell-tale signs that he was fresh on the streets. Indeed, until a few days ago, the sandy-furred Cardigan Welsh Corgi would never even have dreamed of eating from a dumpster. Yet tonight here he was, a pampered pedigree pooch, in a yard behind a grocery store on the edge of the city, just a whisker away from claiming his meal that night. And there wasn't a china bowl or a box of kibbles in sight.

Still, Evan Seren Llewellyn (to give his full Kennel Club name) knew he had to be careful. These complexes usually had security men on patrol. Even if he escaped, a quick retreat would mean a second night with an empty stomach. And if he was caught, then it would be straight back to his owner. The bitch.

The task was simple enough. Break in, raid an open dumpster, grab some food and break out. Beef, pork, mutton... Sabre said he wasn't picky, and to be honest neither was Evan. In fact, Sabre himself had put it best a moment ago, "You ain't got time to be choosy. You grab something, you scram."

Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.

He padded up to the bins, his nose held high. A pile of boxes and bags lay to one side, and Evan skipped up them, knocking loose a metal can which clattered to the ground. He gasped, freezing solid. However when nobody came, he picked his path more gingerly, until he reached the very top. He ruffled his nose ready for the smell - this was a dumpster after all. But as the scent drifted up to his nose, he took a deep breath in relief and surprise. It was all fresh! The humans had thrown out literally hundreds of portions of food, all of it perfectly edible. Just thrown it out! Meat, fish, cheese, cans and packets, even clear bags full of... ugh... vegetables. How many animals, dogs and humans, were going to bed starving right now, while all this food was kept here jealously under lock and key? An incredible waste.

Standing by the dumpster's edge, Evan stuck his snout in and rooted around, and he soon found a bone. He wrapped his teeth around it and pulled, fishing out a leg of... some kind of meat, Sabre would tell him later what it was. Smelled good though, he thought, slavering just a little as he held it in his jaws.

But just then, he heard a whispered voice. It was Sabre.

"Psst. Evan, someone's coming."

"Huh?"

But Sabre didn't answer. Soon enough though, Evan heard it too. The rapid march of human boot-steps. Evan peered from the dumpster to see a flashlight swept around the corner, and soon a slim-built man in a security guard's uniform came into view. Evan kept low, and crept backwards out of the dumpster, meat in his jaws. The first three steps he managed no problem, but on the fourth his rear paw slipped off the foothold, and before he knew it the world was falling away beneath him.

An almighty crash, and Evan the corgi tumbled into view amidst a cacophony of boxes and expired cans. Sprawled on the floor, he looked up to see the man's expression turn in an instant from sternness to puzzlement. Clearly he was expecting a mongrel, a stray dog, or maybe even that Doberman that was on the loose. But not a pedigree corgi, complete with styled fur and a smart leather collar. Evan rolled onto his stubby little legs, unhurt and ready to strike. But to his surprise the man made no effort to catch him by force. Instead he took a few steps forward, crouching down and coaxing the corgi closer. Evan stood still, facing the man head-on with a blank look. He knew what would happen when that man got a hold of him. The man shuffled forward. Evan dropped his good ear, and slunk back. The man smiled and whispered to the corgi, in that awful sugar-sweet voice he'd come to expect from humans. "Hey little guy, no-one's going to hurt you. This is a bad place for a lovely dog like you." Fuck you. Just because I'm short, you've gotta talk to me like I'm a puppy. "We'd better get you out of here and back home. Can't leave you out all alone with a big mean Doberman on the prowl. " And before the corgi could run, the man was reaching out both his hands.

He's going for my collar.

"Right, let's see what you're name is."

Can't have him this close. No. No, too close...

Suddenly he snapped at the man, yapping and yapping before stopping just as quickly. The man leapt up, and Evan smiled to himself at the little victory. That soon evaporated, however, when the man strode forwards, towering over the corgi, his heavy boots right before the canine's nose.

"Listen, I don't care how we do this. You are coming with me, one way or another, if only to get you back to the little old lady who's probably crying her eyes out over you. You selfish mutt. Frankly, I have got more important things to do tonight than deal with a little rat like you. "

The man raised one boot, high above the corgi's head, as he towered over Evan with a broad smirk. With a gasp, the corgi cowered right to the ground. Not that it protected him very much. But what could he do now? Run? Dodge? Flinch?

"Hey, I can even make this look like an accident."

The corgi bared his teeth and growled. The man responded with a mock growl.

"Oh, grr, grr, you filthy cur."

A bark, a deep booming bark echoed around the warehouses, the pitiless war-cry of a guard-dog accompanied by the rapid tap of paws on tarmac. Instantly the man shot up, his breath quickened, glancing all around through the blackness, right, left, over his shoulder, completely ignoring the corgi still quaking at his feet. Finally he spun in the right direction, just in time to see ninety pounds of pure Doberman muscle barrelling across the yard towards him, the animal's gaze locked right on him, deadly teeth gleaming in those open jaws. Terrified, the man fumbled for his gun holster, hands fumbling at his belt as the powerful Doberman closed in, but by the time he found it the canine was so close that he abandoned that plan altogether, and he turned tail and scarpered back down the alley and out of sight, his flashlight beam flicking around the alley as he ran. He didn't turn around once, just kept running until he disappeared behind the corner. In fairness Sabre could easily have caught the man, but the situation was bad enough without a needless mauling and even more cops hunting his tail (or what was left of it). And so he came to a stop by the corgi's side, sounding two final barks after the man, his point well and truly made.

"Right then, twinkle toes, let's get out of here."

"But Sabre, the meat..."

"Forget the meat. Just run!"

And with that, the two canines barrelled to the side and fled across the yard, Sabre led the way towards a gap in the perimeter fence just as a ' bang!' rang out around the yard, and something small and metal chinked near the corgi's feet.

"And that's why you leave the meat!"

Evan nodded and panted, and just kept running. They scrambled under the fence, Evan then Sabre, up an embankment and onto a railroad which ran behind the store. On the tracks, both dogs turned right and sprinted, side by side along the tracks, before the guard could shoot again. Evan kept up with the Doberman as fast as his stubby legs would carry him. Factories stood either side of the double track, security lights dazzling the dogs, but the four endless parallel metal beams guided them along. Stones crunched and stabbed under their bare feet. Sabre kept his ear out for any trains, ready to dart to the side if one approached. But they were safe for now to keep running. Perhaps unsurprisingly the Doberman was the faster of the pair, and he kept having to slow down for the corgi.

Only when they were far enough from the grocery store did they slow to a walk, taing in some much-needed air. Out here, either side of the embankment, wasteland opened up, thick patches of undergrowth breaking through the cracked tarmac, with piles of rubbish fly-tipped all around.The corgi's stomach rumbled, and he clutched it with a paw.

"Second night in a row with no food. Still, chin up and all that. Reckon I'm getting used to it, anyway."

"Just as well. Life's like that out here. Some nights you go hungry, some nights you hit the jackpot. And some nights, that jackpot just slips through your paws."

Sabre smirked, but Evan didn't react to the comment. "Well there's plenty of houses around here. Why can't we go raid their trash?"

"And alert all the local dogs? I don't think so. Besides, haven't you had enough close encounters with humans for one night?"

"Hey, that guy liked me, to begin with at least. He was obviously taken by my stunning good looks."

"That man was an idiot. Just because you don't look like a stray, he let his guard right down. I thought humans were taught never to approach strange dogs. It's often the little ones who are the yappiest."

"Oi! Who you calling yappy?"

"Exactly. You know, for a cute little dog you're surprisingly bitchy."

"Ha, you think I'm bad? You should spend some time on the circuit. So many massive egos. But all those dogs get told they're the best, and sadly they all believe it. Don't take a genius to work out they can't all win every show. Still, I bet that guard wasn't expecting a big ole Doberman to come charging in back there."

"And you're welcome by the way, for having your life saved."

They walked in silence for a little while longer. Evan jumped when a police siren sounded nearby, but Sabre shook his head and kept on walking. "Still jumpin' when you hear the fuzz? Look, this is a city. Dozens of crimes happen here every single night, and right now two dogs are the least of the police's worries. Yes they're after us, but are we a priority? Heh, hardly. Just lie low and keep away from humans except for food, and you'll survive."

"And having a Doberman around ain't such a bad idea, neither."

"Well, you know, you don't have to tag along with me. You could always hand yourself in, find a kennel somewhere, maybe even a new family? Smart corgi like you could wind up somewhere cushy. You'd have a better chance than an old Dobie anyway."

"No I told you, I can't go to a kennel. My owner put something in me, in my back, which says I'm hers. It's called a microchip or something."

"Microchip? What's that then, like a potato chip?"

"For all I know. You hear stories, though, on the circuit. About dogs that run away, get found, and wind up in a kennel somewhere... and the first thing they'll do is send you to the..." Evan's voice dropped to a whisper. "...vet." He waited for the Doberman to shudder, but getting no reaction he carried on. "The vet'll find this chip thing, see the dog's already got an owner, and boom, it's straight back home. I can just picture her now, picking me up with those fat little fingers of hers, putting on a big soppy display for the vet, calling me 'Mama's boy' and saying how much I mean to her, and fawning over the vet and the people who found me and saying what lovely people they are... that charade would last as long as we got to the car. You ever wondered why I got this scratch on my face? She kicked me, Sabe. That's how advanced an animal she is. Honestly, I have no idea how much longer I would have lasted in that house. To her, if you ain't gonna win her a rosette, you're useless. And it's like when you tell someone they're the best: when someone tells you every day that you're useless, eventually you start believing that too."

"And this is all because you broke your ear?"

Evan shrugged. "That's puppy breeding for you. See, that's what they're aiming for when they breed ya. The perfect dog."

"Hah! 'Perfect dog', well I never..."

"Yeah. When you're the one who's Best in Show, you don't think about the system. Lord knows I didn't. You just stand there, look pretty and take the prize. But when it's taken away from you, and all so suddenly, everything changes."

"Welcome to the real world, Your Highness. On a lighter note though, I think I've just found our bed for the night."

Sabre turned off the tracks and bounded down a grassy embankment, with Evan following close behind. At the bottom ran an overgrown footpath, with a narrow underpass leading under the tracks. More rubbish lay on the path: a mattress, planks of wood, some sheets of corrugated iron. Sabre grabbed the mattress in his jaws, tugging it into the underpass and stepping on. The springs squeaked as he padded around, searching as soft a spot as he could before bedding down. The corgi clambered on too, feeling the springs poke under his pawpads as he sprang to the Doberman's side, nestling beside the dog four times his size. It wasn't much, it wasn't much at all. Near enough pitch black, damp, mossy and airless. But for the next few hours at least, it was home. In the distance a train sounded its horn, and for the next half-a-minute both dogs sat in silence and waited for the train to approach clattering along the railroad before it rattled overhead, then disappeared into the distance with a final faint horn.

"That'll be the 10.30 outta Prince Street. Last train of the day. Won't be seeing anyone else around here until morning."

"Just as well." Evan pressed in tighter with an affectionate little brush of the head on the Doberman's side. For such a trim-furred creature, the Dobie was surprisingly warm. "And I must say, you're pretty relaxed about the whole situation. Every dog warden in the city's probably looking for you, especially after the grocery store."

"Ah, let them come. I've been running and fighting my whole life."

"You'll get through this."

"Yeah, I probably will." Sabre nodded, taking a deep sigh.

"You will, you're a big tough old dog. Wuff!" Evan ground firmly up by the Doberman's side, doing nothing to hide his eager murrs. Sabre pushed the corgi away, furrowing his brow.

"Hell I gotta tell you, you're one queer mutt. What would you have done if they ever got round to breeding ya?"

"Hey, I've nothing against the fairer sex! Just 'cos I'm hot for the knot."

"Oh, really?"

Before Evan could react, Sabre had flipped the corgi effortlessly onto his back and slithered on top of him, resting his heavy bodyweight on the lighter canine. The corgi's expression changed in an instant, surprise and indignation, and he held his little paws up to his chest. Sabre pointed that broad pointed growling muzzle just a whisker from the corgi's own fox-like nose. Evan swallowed hard, taking in the sight of this fiercely powerful creature who had him pinned, feeling the animal's strong meaty breath wash over his face, and quivering just a little at those lethal canine daggers. Evan had wondered what it felt like being pinned by a Doberman. He certainly didn't envy any animal which found itself in this position against its will, trapped under this tough sinewy dog, all his muscle and definition framed under that trim black-and-bronze fur, that piercing stare and those ever-alert ears. But now, in that position himself, the difference between a Dobie in the mood to attack, and a Dobie in the mood to breed, Evan could scarcely tell the difference. If he was ever going to meet his end at the jaws of an animal, few could wish for a more handsome creature than this fine Doberman.

Evan grinned straight up at Sabre, straight into the Doberman's fanged smile. "What are you doing?"

"Now now Evan, this was the bet, remember? We agreed if you got that meat, I'd let you keep it all, and anything I got tomorrow too. And if you failed, I choose the forfeit."

"Not much of a forfeit if I likes it."

The Doberman scowled. "In that case, pup, you just lie there quietly and enjoy it," he answered, spitting out the P's in 'pup'. Gently, Sabre wrapped his paw around the corgi's muzzle, keeping their gaze locked as he pulled the prone pup into place. Doberman musk permeated the air, the undeniable scent of canine arousal. Evan simply lay still, let the Doberman drag him over the dirty mattress. He was barely a quarter of the Doberman's size, so whatever the Dobie wanted now, he was going to get. And judging by the wicked smirk on Sabre's muzzle, he had plenty planned. His sheath hung nice and prominently between his hind legs, a full meaty wedge of flesh, and arching his back, Sabre nestled his hips down, smirking as he smeared and ground that furry sheath all over the corgi's stomach and crotch. Wet Doberman flesh protruded in an instant, the bigger canine marking his mate with liberal amounts of precum. Underneath him, the corgi squirmed at the dog fluid seeping into his fur. The Doberman's sheath pulled back, revealing a shock of red flesh. With a harsh pleasured murr, Sabre rubbed himself harder and more vigorously on the corgi, baring his teeth, murring low and long as more of his slick canine arousal slipped into the cold night air. He took hold of the corgi's sheath, tugging back gently and revealing the corgi's own length. Evan shut his eyes and gave a shrill whine. With a smirking growl Sabre took both lengths in his paw and stroked, rubbing and squeezing and grinding their twin erections, corgi and Doberman fluid flowing freely into the Dobie's firm sticky paw, rolling his hips in time to his strokes, his breath huffing as he humped in a hurried huh-huh-huh. Beneath him Evan rolled around, moaning, twisting his way deeper into the mattress. After a while Sabre pulled up, laying his erection next to the corgi's with a disapproving scowl.

"Seriously? That's all you've got to offer? Just take a look here. See how a real dog measures up."

Evan craned his neck for a look, and only self-respect kept him from agreeing out loud with the Doberman. The Doberman was massive, there was no other way of describing him. Twice as long as Evan's own length and twice as thick, darker in colour and monstrously veined. It was beautiful, and hideous, and sexy. And the corgi needed it, every inch.

Sabre shifted down, taking a hold of his erection and planting it directly under the corgi's tail. Then, he took a firm grip of the corgi's side, and rocked his hips nice and steady, prodding and jabbing his hard Doberman cock all around the smaller dog's rear. Oh God... Evan clamped his muzzle shut, bit his tongue, everything he could to keep from crying out. But then one powerful stab hit him straight on his tailhole and he jerked up, shuddering and clutching the Dobie's solid chest. Sabre felt it too, and with a low steady growl he pushed harder against the corgi's tail, that fat Dobie meat spearing the corgi ominously, making the little dog gasp harshly as it threatened to break through.

"Mmm..."

Sabre's long pointed ear flicked, freezing mid-thrust. "Thought I told ya to be quiet." And as the two canines teetered on the edge of penetration, Sabre snarled and leant over, opening his sharp-toothed maw just enough to lock the gasping corgi in a snarling embrace. At first Evan hesitated, but then their tongues collided, and Evan licked back as best he could, murring deeply and keeping his paws on Sabre's chest. It was passionate, no doubt about it, but it was anything but romantic. A broad powerful jaw, filled with the most lethally sharp teeth Evan had ever seen, and a long canine tongue lashing and slopping against his face. Evan strained to push back against the Doberman's maw, even pushing with his paws on the Dobie's chest. But the more he tried, the harder Sabre pushed him straight back down. And so eventually the corgi just lay there, licking back weakly as the Doberman smothered him. Sabre reached his paw to the corgi's face, cupping it behind the corgi's head and scritching behind Evan's good ear as he kissed with a deep growl.

Soon Sabre pulled away from the wet embrace with a deep murr, finishing up with a few sloppy licks right across the corgi's face, both their muzzles coated in Dobie drool. Evan gasped for breath, the meaty taste of Doberman strong on his tongue and that fierce wet erection still nestled under his tail. And when Sabre pulled it away, Evan couldn't help but whine in disappointment. Sabre shifted forward, the mattress squeaking and bouncing all under Evan as the Dobie took up his new position, crouched with his hindquarters straight over Evan's head, that thick length now dangling in front of the corgi's nose. The view that greeted the corgi... every show, every G-Shep and Great Dane he saw, how he wished they could give him the view this Dobie was giving him right now. The corgi snuffled and leant up on his shoulders, examining the bone he'd just been thrown. Right in front of his muzzle it hung, thick and engorged, dark-red and veined, spraying a fine mist of Dobie pre. And that scent, musky and masculine, enough to make his muzzle crumple. Raw and dirty and... canine. Having lived a life of shampoos and pampering, to be hit with such a raw canine scent, straight from the source too, it still struck the corgi as 'dirty'. All the same, the corgi nudged his nose up under the Doberman's sac, feeling their contents roll and twitch under his eager nose, taking a deep sniff and murring as a bead of sweat trickled over his nose. Lapping it away, he brought his paw into play. They may have been too short to reach his own muzzle, but they were nicely placed to reach the Doberman's balls. He curled his paws around as best he could, giving them a good fondle, murring at the thought of all that pup cream they contained.

"You expect me to put this thing in my muzzle?"

"That's the idea."

He sniffed at it, lapped at it, then opened his maw as wide as he could and swallowed the Dobie. Sabre steeled himself, tensing his legs, popping his hind claws through the fabric of the mattress as he crouched over the smaller dog, his body shaking with the pleasure of a muzzle around that most sensitive of areas.

"Nice to know... you can use that muzzle for something other than yapping the whole time."

Hearty growls echoed around the underpass as Sabre filled the little corgi chock full with Doberman meat and clear canine fluid, the little dog gulping and swallowing and licking, trying his best to eke out every pleasured drop. However Sabre, feeling his knot about to swell all too soon, pulled away with a pop. Evan grinned and licked his messy muzzle.

"Mmm, Sabre..."

"So.... You like that? You like that big Dobie cock?" Evan nodded, of course he did. Such a cute corgi... a lazy string of precum trickled from Sabre's meat, pooling on the corgi's chest. Sabre shifted his stance, grinning sharp-toothed as he watched the fluid drop onto the corgi's face. Evan flinched and snuffled at first, but then chuckled softly and licked his own nose, tasting the Doberman's salt. He coughed as he fought to catch his breath again, his own rather more modest corgi length now slapping heavily against his stomach.

Gathering a hold of the corgi's long tail, Sabre yanked hard, drawing a pained yelp from the corgi as Sabre flipped him around and dragged his mate backwards into position, meeting his corgi-butt halfway with his thick canine erection. Evan swallowed hard, quivering from head to toepaw. Wow, he's actually mounting me!

"You need this."

Evan huffed, nodding furiously.

"Then beg for it."

Evan's voice dropped to a mere whisper, his throat completely dry. "Please, Sabre..."

"Nope. You're going to have to try much harder than that... if you reeeally want this..." Pressing his muzzle to the corgi, growling, Sabre thrust his hips again, spearing the corgi nice and slow, time and again, straight under the tail. Evan answered with a shrill whine, as a trickle of his own corgi pre soaked into his belly fluff. He tried to push onto the Doberman, but the Doberman pulled away, one powerful paw on the corgi's chest to hold him in place. Soon it was too much to take, and with barely a second thought the corgi cried out:

"Pleeeease, Mr Doberman! Look at how aroused I am, how much I'm leaking, how hard it is to control myself at the sight of a brute like you. Please, show me what it's like to be a real dog!"

Sabre growled in approval, a powerful jerk rocking them both and a thick gout of Doberman pre coating the corgi's rump. "Mmm...nice!" he snapped.

"What did I tell you? Show dog."

Sabre snickered. "Just be warned though: I ain't gonna take this easy."

And so, baring his teeth and crouching low, Sabre nestled his hips into position, his tip right at the corgi's tail, and with a hearty grunt, Sabre the Doberman shunted forward. Instantly the corgi yowled, a hollow pained cry which bounced off every brick in the underpass. Evan's chest heaved as he took in some deep breaths, claws digging into the mattress as he willed himself to relax, squirming and adjusting to the huge canine shaft driven halfway into his rump. Come on Evan, you've done this before. His little tail burned as the Doberman prised him apart further still, that familiar feeling of indescribable fullness returning in full force, making the little corgi harder still, a steady string of precum now dripping from the corgi shaft. And from where he stood, Evan simply could not move at all. Sabre clamped his paw on the corgi's shoulder, holding him still and growling with renewed vigour as he sunk in deeper, loving how easily that corgi-butt yielded to a firm Dobie cock.

Eventually, with a great deal of focus and concentration, Sabre hilted into the corgi. The little dog's eyes were wide and rolled back, muzzle agape and tongue hanging to the side, and he gave juddering gulps as his world filled with Doberman shaft. The Doberman stood tense, mounting his mate in a classic doggy style, and Evan quivered as he felt all the power in that taut Doberman muscle.

"Ah, so this is why you keep me around?"

"God, even a dog cock can't keep you quiet."

"Yeah, well, don't mind about me. Just be as rough, and as downright dirty, as you need to be."

He wanted dirty, and dirty he was going to get. And when Sabre began, it wasn't just any old hump. The Doberman was relentless, battering the corgi, all the strength in that powerful body focused on mating the corgi. The bedsprings squeaked in time to the Doberman's thrusts as they barked and whined their rough mating cries, two happy and randy stray dogs.

If only that bitch could see him now. Her prized Cardigan Welsh Corgi, fucked in the rump by some dirty Doberman off the streets. Just feeling that stretch, going against everything had they ever taught him was natural, everything a good doggy should do, how he should behave. But here he was, wasn't he? Being stuffed so deliciously by the most powerful and the most snarling of canines.

Suddenly the Doberman scooped Evan up, lifting the smaller dog's rump higher into the air and plunging into him harder yet, digging the dog's chest and snout into the mattress as all four paws hung limply underneath him. There was absolutely nothing else he could do now, and so he just stared straight ahead, out of the underpass, a grin of ecstasy plastered across his muzzle as the Doberman worked his way huffing and growling to a fearsome finale, keeping close and hammering into the corgi, working just the final few inches in and out as they swelled into a fearsome knot, the guard dog grunting and thrusting and straining as he fought to seal himself in the corgi's rump until at long long last the Doberman gave a final brutal shunt and with a precum-slickened squelch he buried himself, clamping his eyes shut and clutching the corgi's midriff as he surrendered to his sexuality, grunting through his nose and nearly whining himself at the fierce heat and the unstoppable swell of his Doberman knot.

"Oh God, tie me Sabre, tie me you fucker!"

This was it. Sabre slipped his teeth through the corgi's collar, champing and drooling with a ferocious growl as a sudden jolt rocked him, followed by another, and another, and liquid warmth flooded the corgi's insides. Hanging immobile under him, the little corgi whined, tears pricking in his eyes as he felt every long spurt of thick Doberman semen. Evan's own pride and joy hung painfully erect underneath him. He wiggled on the Doberman shaft, trying in vain to stimulate himself this way. Sabre must have noticed, because before he knew it, a sultry canine paw was sliding under his stomach to his aching erection. He whined frantically as Sabre grasped it, pawing briskly, so desperately close, before with a yipping yowl he tensed, shuddering as he ejaculated gloriously and shamelessly with jet after jet of corgi cream. He wiggled his rump, impaled completely on that Doberman cock unable either to move or to speak.

"Rrrf... finally shut you up."

Amidst all his gasps for air, Evan just about managed a wan chuckle and nodded as best he could, his left ear flopping.

"Well," Sabre grunted, "as you probably guessed, this thing ain't going down for a good while yet. Cute corgis get me worked up, you see." He stroked between Evan's ears again, making the corgi sniff and shudder. "So, I'm going to bid you goodnight, and sweet yiffy dreams. Oh, but there's one thing I've got to do first."

Hooking a claw through the corgi's collar, Sabre tugged on the buckle, unfastening the collar and peeling it away from the corgi's neck. He dropped it beside the breathless corgi, raked his claws over the nape of the corgi's neck to smooth the fur, and with a final approving grunt he swung his leg over his mate, murring at the twinge of pleasure as he twisted himself deep inside his mate while keeping firmly tied.

Rump-to-rump, Doberman and corgi settled down on the mattress, in silence, each staring at their own ends of the tunnel. The corgi's mind was still swimming, still partly in disbelief that, not only had the Doberman mated him, and fucked him hard, but had tied him to boot! He felt... well, he could barely describe it. Needed, used, discarded. A sudden draught chilled the corgi, especially along his neck. He still felt strange without his collar. Vulnerable almost. He thought about mentioning something to Sabre. But the tell-tale rumbling growl of Sabre's breath signalled that the Doberman had drifted to sleep, or nearly had at least.

And so, with the Doberman's erection embedded in his rump, Evan the corgi crossed his paws, resting his head on top. He turned his gaze turned to the black countryside and the beacons of distant towns and villages, a world out there just waiting to be discovered. But that was all to come. One day at a time.

By Ziegenbock