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The Simple Things

Chapter Eight

By Roofles

"R-Richard," I still ended up protesting, putting a leg on his shoulder to attempt to push the eager dog away, though that only gave this nosy, horny canine more access to other tender valuable bits. That were more than happy to sate the chocolate Labradors lust. And was painfully obvious how much I was enjoying the attention. "You have roommates," I hissed in a whisper eying the door that didn't even close all the way. "We can't just..." I ended up catching my own voice as that cold bumpy black nose touched my tender bits.

"They'll mind their own damn business, if they know what's good for them." Richard just growled baring his teeth and glaring at the door as if talking to someone I couldn't see, his ears quickly folding back and lips baring teeth. Bared fangs near an exposed groin puts you on edge, let me tell you.

It was one thing to get...boned by a dog, another thing having him lick at your jibblets with fangs that could easily tear them apart; I guess I could be thankful I didn't need to bring the peanut butter out. Still I found myself not really trying to stop the canine who was nosing, sniffing and licking at said tender bits.

His nose was wet and cold, making me take a quick hissing breath between my teeth as it pressed against my sack fully. The whole side of his whiskered muzzle rubbed at my already standing ovation. And a brazen tongue licked between my inner thigh and groin without even the slightest of hesitation.

Trying to cover myself at this only made the dog bark a half laugh, looking up at me with a wry grin.

"It's ok if we play a bit, ri-hi-ight?" He added rubbing up my inner thigh with a hand, tracing his dull fingers under my sack once more as he spoke. It really did help his request. I shivered as a warm gust of hot dog breath washed over my naked, saliva coated groin as he spoke once more. "Come on, you know you want to." He added nudging at my belly with his nose and half kissing half licking over the happy trail with that long, thickly wide dark pink tongue of his. The sight of it made me shiver. It was semi-coarse and rough, making me bite my bottom lip, stopping a groan from the feel.

"Want to play?" I repeated his very question finding myself rubbing the back of his head and over that large neck once more, looking at the dog practically in my lap. He was asking in a way that made it sound like he wanted to go to the park and fetch a frisbee. Not partake in my man bits.

Richard nodded, wide eyed, sticking his rear up a bit and wagging his whole butt happily in agreement. I took a moment to look over him. Crouched half on top of me, standing on all four, butt wagging along with his tail with an open panting maw... He, in a polite respectable loveable way of course, looked like a genuine chocolate labrador in that moment. A rather large one admittedly, and not just in the whole hanging sheath and sack kind of big either; though he was well...portioned in all the right places. And no I never thought such things about a dog before, Richard was the exception to such thoughts.

I ended up just giving him one large, full bodied hug at seeing that face alive with excitement as if I was the one to say play. Or car ride. And I knew why people got dogs; though in my case my reasons might be a bit more...adult. It still sounds wrong even in my case, the very case I was in.

Richard didn't seem to mind my hug and just laid his full weight against me as his arms wrapped around my back and returned the favor, falling against me in a hug. He murred deeply, nuzzling at my chest and under my chin. Richard was far more expressive than I was. His furry body was warm, musky and he wasn't particularly light either. I still ended up wrapped my legs around his waist as he climbed more on top of me, pinning me down against the sheetless mattress under us. He grinded against me in turn letting out another lust filled growl murring as his ears folded back and eyes closed nuzzling at me.

Richard sheath alone took up the majority of his groin, and mine as he pushed down against me. His sack hung low, resting between my legs and on the bed as he growled some more giving another deep, long full body hump. He wasn't the only one to groan from the experience. And hearing that come from me made him hug me tighter, seemingly glad to have such an effect over me. I'd be surprised if he didn't have such an effect.

Each of his fingers had a coarse paw pad on it that glided over my skin, as those digits curled to grip and hold me ever tighter. I could feel on of his legs kick back against the bed to push himself at me further as he let out a deep murr; that ragged breath panting over my naked chest, his muzzle rubbing up under my chin.

My fingers gripped tightly at his back, holding his hide with my fingers; I doubted he really felt a thing. It only encouraged him further. My eyes closed as his teeth tightly gripped over my shoulder and partially my neck; his jaws sealing down securely as he returned the hug ten fold pulling me roughly against him now until not even a sliver of light could be seen between the two of us and he attempted to crush me against the mattress with his full body weight. His warm, furry body felt so good but I was already beginning to sweat once more. I felt my ribs ache as he gave me another squeeze with his now flexing arms, but didn't care. I'd deal with that in the morning. Right now, in this moment, I cared only for this. Holding him against me and feeling that ragged, labored breath on my bare skin. The warmth of his fur and the tinge of musk that was solely his. I'd recognize it anywhere. I'd be covered in it by morning I was sure.

He had a way of getting you to lose track of time, to lose track of your own thoughts and follow that blind primal emotion that came that very special place. Your pants.

I couldn't see but felt his hind-paws rubbing against mine (feet that is...with his feet); petting over them like a hand as his toes spread to squeeze my own between them. Spooning with me as he held onto my shoulder with his teeth. His eyes were still close and he seemed to be focused solely on the tongue licking so tenderly over my shoulder that I shivered and had to look away with a gasping flush. That might've been the fact he added a good humping grope along with it.

His teeth let go seconds later and he licked over the indented spots left behind. I'd be bruised by this time tomorrow. I winced at that tender lick over each spot but smiled. I almost said a thank you but Richard hadn't stopped. Licking over my shoulder and then neck, along my chin and over my cheek he stole my breath away. His full, whiskered muzzle rubbed against my face and he cooed softly as his greedy paws gripped and groped at whatever they could reach. Mostly thigh and ass, fingers stroking over my hard self when they could; Richard just ended up using a full paw to hold it. Those strong fingers rubbed so carefully over me, just feeling every inch and vein of myself. Richard murred at the feel between his fingers and gave my face another strong nuzzle as if he were enjoying it more than I was, it was a hard to tell who was.

"Rich," I managed to hiss between my teeth worried eyes still going over to the door that had creaked open a bit more, the light from the hallway pouring in.

He only growled in my ear as I tried to push him off as his whole weight was more began resting on me. A growl of an annoyed dog that had finally just gotten comfortable as was told to move. Without actually telling him to stop I knew he wouldn't; not that I minded much either. He was just so warm. The room was already broiling and even butt naked, having a full grown canine on top of you was like having a wool blanket on that was heated.

"It's so hot," I ended up gasping as he licked over my neck closing my eyes and stifling another groan as that hand-paw gave me a stroke once more between his fingers.

"I know," Richard just murred. "I'm just returning the favor though," he teased nosing at me some and sniffing. "I don't mind at all." He was panting still even if he was trying his best not to do it so open maw and directly in my face; he still was. "You smell amazing," he growled and sniffed at me some more. I wasn't sure how to respond to that and wasn't sure if he was teasing me or not. So Richard did it for me and gave me another slow long lick, nuzzling at the crook of my arm with his nose and playful growl.

Odd as it was to have an adult male canine-sapien licking over every inch of me he could reach, it did seem to help cool me off a bit. Sniffing at certain parts and wagging his tail at others and still groping the whole time. It was an...interesting experience. I felt dirty, covered in dog saliva and at the same time just wanted to rub back against the dog and feel that thick musky fur all over me and rub every inch of him and return the favor to every toe and finger and nice places.

It was when that large, slightly bumpy nose was pushed against my hairy sack, Richard finally going for what he had been after, that, with my luck, the door opened making both of us freeze where we were.

"Richard, we're ordering pizza. What do you want on...it...?" Patch asked. The dalmatian stood in the door way, holding onto the very edge of the door looking in. He didn't seem embarrassed at all to catch us in the act. This was exactly why I hadn't wanted to do this. Unfortunately all my logical sense was in the wrong head. "Oh my," Patch covered his muzzle with a hand, hiding a grin as he looked us over; feigning surprise. "I guess you want human on your half." Even before we had the time to react another voice jumped in.

"Dude, I already told you he wants the BBQ chicken!" The voice piped up before a bull terrier head looked in to see what the hold up was. "Oh," he blinked several times then growl deeply. "Fuck Richard! Not on my bed!" He snarled more annoyed by that than anything else. I hid my face against Richard chest wishing to wake up from this nightmare, and only sorta of ended up shoving his face further between my legs.

At the same time the husky, the third and final roommate appeared. I had managed to move the dog to block me, directly, from sight, still with his face basically in my groin.

"Whoa," the husky said and I was sure he was wagging his tail as he spoke. "I'm impressed. Dude works fast." He nearly clapped as I covered my face more using the chocolate Labradors head and pulled him up over me like a brown blanket. "And here I thought he just came in for coffee," the red fur husky snickered. "Got his cream. And sugar." He went on, tapping his chin. "And coffee. If you consider the fact Rich is brown..."

"You mind?" Richard managed to growl back at the three as they murmurred amongst each other about fur color, in the middle of the doorway. "A little pre-occupied." I'm not sure why Richard elongated to the pre part. "So. Get. Out."

"Fuck it," Max, the bull terrier, said as he turned back down the hall just trying to forget what he'd seen. He swiped a hand-paw in our general direction and grumbled about this was why they didn't have bed sheets. Or nice things. Or something along those lines. Something about Richard humping all the nice things.

"Will," the husky cleared his throat, folding his ears back and looking away. "Your friend be staying for dinner, then?" He cleared his throat once more. "He seems...nice." He added on as if trying to lighten the mood. He could've done that just by leaving the room or shutting the door. Neither of the two other dogs seemed to be show any sign of doing this though. No shame I tell you, no shame.

"Richard," I hissed at him. "Where are my pants?" I tried to get past to the cloths I was sure, in the general direction, he had thrown them. The dog only stopped my feeble attempts holding my wrists as he faced the other two, and in the process held me against his bare chest. His fur was rich.

"Get. The hell. Out." His ear twitched and he looked at me. Then, as if a light bulb went on, it dawned on him. "Do you want pizza?" My jaw nearly dropped at the sudden turn.

"I-I could go for a slice." I offered back still trying to cover my face or bury it in the muddy brown fur of the canines chest. The two dog's stayed around even at the threatening growl Richard gave them. Though neither seemed all that interested or not in him anyways. I could see their noses twitching making me flush even more, at least they had the courtesy not to stare (or the husky did anyways). There were no secrets with dogs, I could see why they held little to no shame. Still was rude.

"BBQ chicken." Richard replied far more friendly now with a wag of his tail as if not even remembering he was angry at the two, or the fact we were still naked (I don't even recall him stripping his shorts off, sneaky bastard).

"Told you!" Max shouted from the other room. I could still hear the bull terrier grumbling about dirty sheets; I could only assume he did most the laundry. I thought this was Patch and Richard's room but I wasn't about to question the bull terrier who could probably bench press me. With one arm. Or just his cock. Ok, so I was still horny as fuck and getting blue balls here cock blocked by two other dogs didn't help by any means. Unless they joined in; my mind wasn't able to think properly with the musky dog on me.

"BBQ chicken good for you?" Richard asked still as if we weren't in our birthday cloths with two, for me, strange dog's watching us. I half expect the dalmatian to pull up a chair, get some popcorn and tell us to continue and not to mind him.

"Yes." I forced the words between my teeth. "It's fine. BBQ chicken sounds delicious."

"See," Patch said towards the husky I never caught the name of. "He's friendly. He won't bite." He played off of, something Richard might've said. Coming from the dalmatian was somewhat insulting however. Even if I was sure he didn't mean it as such. The other two dogs chuckled.

"I only bite if you ask." I said. It took me a moment to realize I had said it and three sets of eyes looked at me. I got a grin from the lot. Richard wagged his tail.

"I like him." The husky said. "Can we keep him?" He teased some more.

"He did follow me home." Richard said and at this attempted to give me a noogie. He stuck his tongue out afterward and nosed at me.

"Hah, har, hah." I frowned. "Funny. Hilarious in fact. Now then, can I have some fucking pants already?" I growled now making the the three dogs look at me, clearly unimpressed.

"Pants fucking is so impersonal though." Patch was more than happy to jump in on the topic, I didn't ask and a short silence followed.

"Got to order duh pa-pa-pa-izza!" The husky sung as he made his way off with a wave of a hand and a wag of a tail. Even before I could be grateful for his absence, his head popped back in. "We're watching Zombie Dawg marathon if your interested." I was semi familiar with the half dozen terrible movies of zombie Apocalypse of some sort or other with dogs. Each had similar plots, all done by different directors, all terrible as all hell.

"Sure!" Richard was more than happy to jump in bouncing on the bed before looking over at me. "You can sit with me," he grinned, wagged his tail and noticeably just brightened the otherwise dark room. Richard sat on his rump, opened his legs and slapped his own thigh hard to show where I could sit. I dislike any type of horror movies. An I couldn't say no to that face or open invitation.

After hearing we'd be joining them the other two dogs finally dismissed themselves and headed off to order grub; still bickering like house wives about the toppings, prices and coupons they should use or needed to cut out from the newspaper. In the meantime it allowed me to pull myself away, take several deep breaths and try to lose my enthusiastic gusto that had raged ever since the dog had stuck his nose between my legs.

"Where are my pants?" I managed to ask as I looked around on the floor amongst the mess that was Richard's room. Unbeknownst to me I had given Richard a clear view of my rear end. An the dog, the gentleman he was, was more than happy to press that cold snout underneath, between my legs against my sack and let it rest over his muzzle as he panted happily. Whole head between my legs, lifting me up slightly I could see the corner of a grin on his muzzle as Richard didn't say anything on the occasion, just wagged his tail as I draped down over the side of his muzzle.

With an oof, I looked down between my legs at him once more. "And here I was figuring you for an ass man." I joked and Richard just stuck his tongue out at me, licking over me.

It was awkward but it was easier to let the dog go out under my legs than try to be the one to get off. Like an adult form of leap frog. Richard moved by, let me just rest back and relax as he began sniffing around on the floor looking for my cloths he had so carelessly tossed aside. I could barely make out his form in the dark room, the light from the computer screen the only source now that the door had shut.

"Turn on the light dummy," I laughed watching him and looked over to see if I could reach it from where I sat.

Richard wasn't small and I watched with some amusement as he crawled around sniffing here and there and grabbing random cloths to sniff at before tossing them aside. "Light doesn't work." He just replied nose bumping into a pile of cloths. He snorted and stood back up looking around.

"Will...pants that fit," Richard said delicately turning towards me. "Work?" He offered looking over at me as he held them up. His eyes glowed in the darkness.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." I just said playing it off and was glad when he looked away and pulled a sheet up over myself. I was more focused on those eyes than what he had said. They were just so...inhuman. With my lustful mind slowly calming down and my thoughts clearing, all I could think about were those eyes. And how Richard was, in the end of things, a dog after all. And not human. Not even of the same species. And that made my gut sink.

It was not even heard about other than like on the news or some tabloid of people dating or being with...or even hanging out with non-humans. Non-human, such a word as if they didn't even deserve to be called something other than not us. Richard just was so much more human, friendly and social than the people I used to hang out with.

It was easy to over look that fact really, that he wasn't one. As if he were just wearing some kind of costume or something. But to see those eyes glowing, those fangs next to my groin...hell I hadn't even really seen him fully erect yet either. So human like and yet so inhuman. His hands and feet were close but still different. Let alone for the muzzle and tail. Covered in fur.

I felt his muzzle push against the sole of one of my foot. "You alright?" He asked, his voice sprinkled with concern. "I was just teasing." He said in a soft voice that seemed to echo around us in the still room.

"Yeah, fine. Why?" I stammered a bit looking at him but wasn't able to meet those glowing eyes looking up at me. It was like when you took a photo of someone and their eyes were red or glowing from the flash; looking up at you and moving that is. Richard could see I had been worried even in this darkness with those eyes that came from a monster movie in and of itself.

"We don't have to watch Zombie Dawgs," he offered moving up into the bed a bit snout moving closer to my face until I felt his ragged breath on it. "We can just stay in here and just..." He moved his head down and rubbed the side of his cheek and whiskered muzzle over my stomach and chest. I could feel an ear brush against my chin.

"Yeah, just stay here with you on your knees like this." I teased but didn't even scratch the back of his head that had pushed against me.

I felt that thick tongue lick over a nipple. "Did I do something wrong?" Richard whined softly and I was sure his ears were folded back. He pulled back as he spoke and looked at me.

"What? No, no!" I tried to assure him and scooted closer now that he pulled away. It seemed cold without him next to me. "Just things on my mind! Really. It's not you at all," it's just me. I wanted to finish but held the last part as I offered a hug and Richard was happy, if timid, to receive it. He wagged his tail and I rubbed his back feeling that warm fur against my still naked body and smelling that rich musk of him. It eased my worries. Though it did make me a little too hot for comfort. "You could never do something wrong." I murmurred against him.

Richard moved back up onto the bed at this; I sat at the very edge and didn't even needed to move back as he climbed up. The chocolate labrador placed his knees next to my legs and pressed himself against me, crouching down a bit so his head could nuzzle my cheek.

"If you wanted to leave..." Richard said softly in my ear as he pulled back slightly. He nosed at my cheek and didn't meet my eyes.

"Why would I want too?" I scratched the back of his thick neck and behind one of his floppy ears. "There's BBQ Chicken pizza on it's way!" And he smiled and wagged, bumping our noses together.

"Ok." He murmurred back softly and I could tell the tension building up inside him slowly eased away at he nosed my face a bit before his lips brushed over my own. I was the one to initiate the kiss and Richard was glad to return it. "I'm glad your here." He said softly as our lips parted. His breath shuddered a bit and one hand rubbed over the side of my face, petting it so tenderly so. Richard let another breath out; it washed over my face as that cold bumpy nose pushed against my own. Richard rested his forehead on mine and took another slow breath holding my head with both of his hands now. I kissed the top of his muzzle and he smirked at that and wagged his butt happily.

Richard insisted it wouldn't be a problem but I wasn't about to go walking out into the living room with nothing on. The pants he found for me were more along the lines of rather large shorts that rode down a bit in the back, allowing for a tail to stick up and over comfortably so. The real problem was finding proper undergarments as, for the life of me, I couldn't find my own.

"They're warm," I tried not to flush feeling the loose fabric slide up my legs and over my groin. It was tight, formed well enough and felt warm in all the right places. I ignored the gaping hole in the back where I tail was suppose to stick out of. "These are yours right?" I asked trying to adjust them so they weren't pressing so tight against my man bits. "And clean?"

"For the most part." Richard offered sitting on the edge of the bed and watching me do a reverse strip show for him. "They should be mine. They might be Max's though." He shrugged making me stop to look at him. "What?" He asked raising his hands. "He's a cool guy. He won't mind."

"He minding isn't exactly the issue." I grumbled slipping the pants on if only to try and take my mind off the undergarments. Richard said I could just go commando; not something I wanted to do in a house full of dogs though. Only one person I wanted licking my sausage bone. "I thought you roomed with Patch." I asked looking over at him as I searched for a shirt.

"No." Richard just said and didn't explain further. I didn't ask any more already confused on the matter.

When I asked for a shirt Richard protested, nosing my small belly.

"You don't even got love handles!" He groped my sides painfully so making it clear there was at least something there to grab still. "It's fine, your sexy." He panted hotly breathing over it now. "Good." He growled softly. "Don't cover it." And he added a lick for good measure. It was rather hard to argue with the dog, I only ended up doing it half the time just to see that whining pouting face. And when ever I did he'd end up licking me like that, making my toes curl. He should be using that tongue for better purposes than teasing me like this; like fighting evil or something.

"You're too much, Richard." I laughed as he chewed on my belly fuzz a bit with that smile on his face. I ended up sitting back on the bed and scratching over his neck and behind his ears with both hands now. He murred and nuzzled his head back and forth between them as I practically hugged the dog against me once more. He was infectious. I wanted to just snuggle with the big lug for the rest of the night.

Richard moved quickly to bump noses, licking over mine after and giving me a face full of that panting dog breath. "So pizza? Movie time?" Richard smiled happily, open maw, slightly drooling and giving me a clear view of just how long his snout was. He placed a hand on the side of my face, thumb rubbing over my cheek and smiled into my eyes with his own. "Then I'll fuck your brains out, ok?"

We shared a laugh and we both knew he wasn't joking.

I tried being casual coming out of Richard room, wearing different cloths than I had been wearing before; let alone being caught in the act itself. It didn't come off as anything seemingly close to "casual". So I figured I'd get some ribbing about it. I wasn't expecting the lot to chant "woof" several times as we walked in.

"Boy works fast!" The husky said again nudging the bull terrier with an elbow, an nearly falling off the couch in the process. "Got my respect." He added giving me a lewd grin and a wink. He had the most stunning blue and orange eye I have ever seen...on a dog before.

"Thanks." Was all I could really offer weakly, trying to hide my guilty face as I looked away. Unnerved as it was being woofed at, stared at and sniffed at; being stuck in the same room with the lot only made things worse.

Max had his own ugly brown chair as the other two dogs scooted over on the couch to give us room. Richard took the corner seat and opened a leg up and out, kicking the other up on the table and began talking with the guys about the series we were about to watch. Even before I could really find the nerve to move over, Richard had the courtesy to lace an arm around my waist and pull me into his lap as I hesitated to step over the leg he had picked up. At least he was wearing those loose shorts once more, conveniently able to find them even in the darkness. Still it was hard to ignore the plump sheath inside rubbing against my thigh as he nosed at me some.

Richard's chest pressed against my back, his arm held me securely and that open leg curled around onto my lap. He still spoke and faced the other two as if he didn't have a full grown male, half naked man sitting on him. It was clear he noticed as he rubbed against me some.

"Has he seen any of them yet?" The husky asked looking over at me now. I returned the look and he gave me a smile and a wag of the tail; at least he was friendly. I found myself sizing him up in comparison to Richard. Roughly equal build and height but there was a lack of...dominance? From the husky. He'd be bottom bunk, I was sure, if you catch my drift. And though he had big...paws, it was clear he was lacking elsewhere in the tight briefs he wore.

"Why don't you ask him." Richard rolled his eyes. "What am I his owner?" And the dog's shared another laugh at something I didn't get.

"Only if you collar him." Patch added.

"With a little name tag that says..." Max began before chewing on his words. He cleared his throat a bit and in a deeper voice asked, "the hell is your name anyways?" Not very subtle or elegant by any means. The bull terrier didn't need to be. He wasn't the tallest of the bunch but was clearly for more built than the rest as if he just came from leave off the military. One of his ears had been chewed on and he had a nasty cut on one side of his thin milky tan muzzle. A deep scar I had missed the first time I had seen him, something that'd never heal fully.

"Alexander." Richard motioned at me. "This is Patch, Colby," he gestured to the husky. I think that was a brand of wine or something. "And Max." He added flipping the last dog off. "They're the bastards I'm stuck with."

"We love you too Rich," Colby gave him a shove with a decent sized paw and he got flipped off in turn. Friendly bunch, I just wish I wasn't in between them as the husky kept nudging me rather than Richard with that paw.

Things began to settle down a bit as the conversation drifted into more "what are you doing next week?" And with answers like "working." Small things that aloud me to sneak over Richard leg and into the corner, semi pressing back under his arm and using him this time around as a body block from the other dogs. And mostly it gave me a chance to be ignored. Still, I was asked things from here and there as Richard wrapped an arm around my neck; his armpit made my nape sweat and it kind of reeked like wet dog. I understood how Mr. Tundra had smelled Richard on me now.

"Just a friend from work." I said when asked about my relationship with Richard; from the tone of the question I gathered they were asking more behind it. We, me and him, were close for sure. Closer than I had been with a guy in a long time, but I wouldn't go so far as to say we were anything...yet.

"Oh," Colby nodded before looking away a bit. "So...how long you've known him?" He asked looking back. For a few seconds I thought he was asking Richard but the question was directly at me as that blue and orange eye never strayed from my face. I was a little too aware how my legs were still strewn out over Richard's lap, as if I was some bad stripper that had given up half way through their dance. Sounds like something I would do, I admit.

"Only a couple of days." I returned friendly enough not taking the bait he was trying to lay out. "He helped out a lot during my first couple of days and I'm training him on the new protocols." I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it or the words I had used. Boring office talk would make him ignore me, hopefully.

"Training?" Max spoke up a bit soft at first. His voice was already deep enough, add a growl to it and it was on another level all together. "Training?" He growled now glaring at me. "'Cause that's what a dog needs, huh? Training?"

"Well no," I tried to start in but Colby barked a laugh and it took me a moment to realize it was at my startled expression. Have a bull terrier suddenly growl, snarl and bark at you... that's basically how I look only about ten times worse.

"Nah man," Max swiped a paw at me settling down so quickly it was as if he had never even stood up, and the group laughed. I still was recoiling from it; just one reason I hate animals so much. They can turn on you like that. "I'm just playin' with ya," he teased using the word. I felt a hot flush in my face and decided it was best to try and ignore it. The playful ribbing continued though more on Richard than myself.

"Still the fetching man?" Patch got up and headed around the couch, giving Richard a shove as he passed and thus against me. The husky laid out on the couch tossing both his paws up and against us now, wiggling his toes pleased. "Getting the coffee, donuts and newspaper." The dalmatian went on, chuckling. "For the big boss."

"Get his slippers as well?" Max jested some more and the trio laughed.

"It's a dogs life." Richard just shrugged along well enough with a smile. He rubbed my leg but watched the others.

"It's a bitch." Patch agreed.

"Ruff days." Colby was happy to add on.

And this went on to the point where Colby literally asked "you got any more?" Talking about the puns of course.

"Nope," Patch shrugged. He had gotten up to go grab something else to eat not even seeming concern that pizza was on the way.

"I'm out." Max just folded and rested back, crossing his legs on the table and giving himself a good scratch over his belly. Then his groin. Then both at the same time.

"I got nothing left." Richard shrugged and gave me a strong squeeze with the arm around my shoulder.

They waited so I added on, "I had nothing to begin with." I chuckled and that was at least appeasing enough to dismiss me. Still I felt like a third wheel or a fourth wheel on a tricycle in this case. Not even a spare tire either, just one that clearly didn't belong and somehow had gotten mixed up in the set.

Most the talking was basic and in between things as we waited for the pizza to arrive. It had been delayed by traffic go figure, even at night the traffic was crazy in the city. The pizza place was some downtown one I hadn't heard of but was assured it was the "best cheese you can lick off the balls of," I didn't understand if that was good or bad either.

Richard kept me entertained at least. I wordless insisted he not gnaw on my ear in front of everyone. We didn't end up talking about much but it was nice to have someone to bounce conversation back and forth with, even light water cooler kind of stuff. The last office party I went too I ended up just standing by myself in the corner until I left. Sure I greeted people, talked with them but well... I worked with them, I wasn't friends with them. At least this time around was different.

"They fill the crust up with cheese." Richard assured me that I'd love the pizza. If I licked it from his balls I know I would. That might be an issue in and of itself. Cheesy balls is never a good thing; let alone with all the fur.

"A lot of places do that, Richard." I offered and he just smiled back.

"I mean like the bottom crust pieces with cheese!" He insisted now wagging his tail and getting hyper at the thought of the food.

"Pizza's only good as the beer you drink with it." I offered back and that caught all three of their attention.

"He's right." Max muttered aloud to himself with a shocked face of horror. "How could I forget?" He jumped to his feet and growled at Colby. "How could you forget the beer!"

"It wasn't my turn!" Colby growled back and the two bared fangs at each other, once more appearing as if they were about to fight right there and then. Neither of the two other dogs seemed to notice or were concern with it.

"Whose turn was it?" Patch muttered rubbing his chin, head down in thought. And then three sets of eyes turned towards me or rather Richard.

"I had company." Richard said scooting back a bit an offering his hands up in defense. "I was nose deep! I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't my fault!" He insisted. "I'm a victim just as you are! A victim of circumstance!"

The other dogs nodded gave a look and then all grinned. "Booze run!" They shouted and before I could gather any shoes or socks was forced out the door with Richard as three bodies swarmed over us and practically kicked us out. A set of car keys and somebodies wallet was tossed along with us onto the cement walk way. The door slammed closed behind us.

"Pleasant group of friends." I muttered rubbing my butt as I got up. Shirtless, in someone else shorts and without socks or shoes in the middle of a neighborhood I was sure would be more than happy to mug me. At least Richard was in the same situation I was. He could use me as a distraction when we get mugged and get away.

"They're cool. Just a bit..." He shrugged, bending over to pick up the keys and wallet from the grass and gave me a good view of his ass. It was a nice ass. The kind of ass you would want to slap as they walked by kind of ass. "They getting' out of their college years, settling down in the real world. Just taking some time." Richard explained but clearly didn't have a problem with it.

Richard was around the same age as me but he was still stuck in his college years making me wonder why he stuck around with a suit like me. And with our luck, as we began pulling out of the driveway in a car I was sure belong to one of the other dogs, the pizza truck drove up. We each gave a whimpering groan with sorrowful eyes as we watched it disappear in the rear view mirror as we drove off.

"Man, there won't be anything left when we get back." Richard grumbled as he stepped on the gas. The canine drove like a mad man turning corners so fast I ended up clinging to the arm he kept in my lap; he gave me a grope in exchange for his services.

"We didn't have to pay for it did we?" I asked as all four tires touched down once more and we did a Californian stop at a red light.

"Nah, I'll owe 'em it later though." Richard grumbled but rubbed at my stomach with his fingers. "They'll at least wait on the movies for us."

"Oh joy," I offered trying to hide my enthusiasm behind a thick layer of sarcasm. "I can't possibly wait."

"I'll get the couch for us." Richard went on as his index finger ran down my happy trail and played with my belly button, sticking the dull claw in. "Just the two of us, get a thin blanket over us and we can snuggle during all the scary parts." He gave a one sided grin at this and winked at me as he turned another corner. "Shove your face under my arm and protect ya' from the scary zombie dogs." I was glad I had Richard to hold onto as the side door popped open next to me as we turned and I didn't trust these seat belts. "We got popcorn, I think." Richard went on. "And we're getting the booze. It'll be great!" He said aloud but I think he was trying to assure himself more so than me as his smile faltered and that finger curled my belly fuzz around its tip.

"We do have work tomorrow." I rolled my eyes even before I finished speaking knowing what he'd say.

"We'll just call in." Richard shrugged. "Or go in late." And then he waved it off, with the hand driving no less. "It's Friday! Who cares!"

"You really hate your job don't you?" I looked over at him.

Richard took a moment on that as if chewing over the words and then spat out his side window that didn't have any glass in it. This volkswagen had seen better days. "Only a bit." The chocolate labrador muttered and I felt him groping around so I took his hand in my own. His hand paw was larger than my own, with semi coarse paw pads covering the palm and each finger. The fur was all but non existent on the palm itself but the back and sides still had that rich chocolate coat that was Richard's. I knew where his last name came from now.

"It wasn't suppose to be this!" He whined a bit but cleared up his voice the next second. "I had only planned on doing this to put myself through school and maybe a year or so tops! Not, well...this." He gave my hand a squeeze and I squeezed it back. "The job market just sucks! And I wouldn't know where to start, I'd have to make a whole new resume and I doubt I'd get a good recommendation from work." He mumbled a bit and we just sat there as we pulled up into the convenience store parking lot.

"Well I'll give you one." I smiled and he perked up a bit at that. "Best damn lover in town!" I teased and he only perked up more; I had been joking, mostly. "And hey! Once I get you taught in all these new changes, any business will be more than happy to have you on board!" It sounded funky but I didn't want to say train again.

He nodded at that but didn't say much more. I knew why it was so hard for someone in his...paws to get work. Even if the business was owned by a canine-sapien for instance, it still wouldn't be great for business by hiring another one. And most places just hired family in such a case. Seeing as how most had rather large families as it was.

A perfect example was the jackal behind the counter wearing the white turban. His wife was stocking in the back and two other jackals were working with their father behind the counter. A bad example sure, but why would the store owner hire Richard over one of his own kids?

"What do you like to do?" I asked helping him get a twenty four pack of some nameless beer from the back room. The room was freezer and every step I took felt like tiny knives were under foot. Richard didn't even seem to notice or mind even if he was bare foot like I was. I felt like white trash shopping for beer without a shirt or even socks on.

"I like to drink beer." Richard just wagged his tail and stuck his tongue out getting some named brand bottles from the back. I was sure for us rather than the cheap ass cans for the others.

I rolled my eyes. "Then work in a bar. Drink as much as you want."

"Sorry," Richard shrugged. "I'm not social enough for that." And I took a moment to look at him as he walked out, greeting the rabbit heading into the back and walked over to talk with the store owners. He was such a natural at talking to others he should be working at a self help line. Five minutes talking to this dog would change a persons views on life forever.

"Right." I followed after with a roll of the eyes.

Thankfully we weren't carded as I left my wallet in my pants. I helped Richard load the beer in and didn't mind much as he gave me a greatful lick on the cheek. Even getting a few stares, I didn't blush. Much. As he added a grope for good measure. A front and back grope with the same paw at the same time.

"You'll find something." I gave his shoulder a strong rub as we took a seat back inside the car. "A good line of work for a good..." I bit back the word dog and added his named instead. "Richard."

Richard didn't seem to get the gesture or notice what I had said and just took my hand to put it on his belly where it belonged. I chuckled and scratched it. He smiled at me. I could go for a back rub and Richard could go for a belly rub; we really were just too different.

"I don't know." He just smiled and started the car. "I don't mind being your assistant much." I rolled my eyes at that but didn't take my hand away. "I can sort papers, fetch coffee and suck you off under the desk." I nearly did a spit take from the last part. Thankfully I wasn't drinking anything. Richard gave me a grin and a wink and moved his hand over to my belly, slipping a few fingers into my pants. Before undoing them and stick his whole paw on my groin.

Richard drove a lot slower, safer on our way back as he molested me.

"You really are an...affectionate canine-sapian." I sucked in my gut his palm pushed against my already hardening self.

"Horny, you mean." He gave another smile but watched the road. "If you want me to stop just say so." I didn't. "Anytime." I still didn't find my voice. "Any second now." He teased and gave me a wink. "I enjoy it," he said and looked back out the window. "Being able to feel you like this." His voice was soft and warm like honey as he spoke, as he had been on the night he made love to me. There wasn't any better way than to phrase it like that. It still involved a lot of fucking though. "Any part of you really," he murmurred a bit. "This is my favorite spot though." He grinned lewdly fully at the last part.

I placed a hand on the outside of the briefs but didn't stop him. "Well you have my permission to do this when it's just us, whenever you like." I chuckled flushing a bit.

"You can do this to me whenever you want, anywhere or around anyone." Richard just replied softly with that warm honey, sultry voice. "You can use something other than your hand too," he gave that lewd wink again.

"I-I just might." I warned him.

"Good." Richard just smiled back watching the road and rubbed over me some more.

"I will!" I went on.

"Do then!"

"Ok, I will."

"I'm still waiting." Richard just wagged the end of his tail.

"Ok then." I repeated not actually doing anything.

Richard pulled his paw back and for a second I figure he was done. Instead he zipped himself down, lounged back in his chair and showed his bare groin off for me. "I'm ready and waiting." He licked the side of his muzzle.

"Don't tempt me." I flushed trying not to stare at the creamy brown of his belly and groin. It lightened up, thinned out a bit but only a bit around his groin and inner thigh. It took a full paw to help roll himself out of his zipped down shorts and he just laid it out for me.

Richard stuck the tip of his tongue out and continued driving with both hands, I was sure he was taking the long way back. So I took him up on his offer and reached a hand out to give him a lewd grope over his plump sheath.

The fur over it was smooth between my fingers, it was soft and squishy but was firm inside. It quickly swelled at my touch. I brushed my fingers over his sack and still Richard barely showed sign of that I had given him a grope. There was a smirk on his face so at least he wasn't unaware of it. I rolled my eyes, figuring you only lived once. And leaned over to suckle the end of it, slipping my tongue inside as if it were his muzzle.

The car jerk and we swerved as Richard let out a startled yip. He quickly corrected the car and avoiding hitting a mail box as his ears folded back and I was sure he was blushing now. I flushed and pulled back. A hand stopped me and was more than happy to shove my face back down onto his groin. I heard a deep murr from above and Richard shifted his whole body.

"Fuck," he cursed swallowing loudly. "Nearly got us killed," he chuckled still with folded ears.

"Sorry," I apologized and got another encouraging hump as he pushed my face back down against his warm, musky groin. That full sheath now rubbed over my cheek and I found myself nosing his hefty sack.

"No," Richard nearly growled. "Don't apologize for that, ever." He grinned widely and his tail smacked against my face as he wagged. "Don't ever apologize for that." I flushed and gave a half nod and stayed that way for the rest of the ride, even if it killed my back.

We talked lightly as we unloaded the car and headed back inside. Richard gave a few choice words to the others about kicking us out, seemingly a ritual with the beer run, but the others just ignored him. Seeing as how he still hadn't zipped up his shorts yet. I figured he'd wear them always like this, invitingly so.

The pizza was, indeed, half devoured by the time we got back. Beers were passed around and me and Richard shared a large bottle. He insisted that it'd be best if we didn't open more than one at a time so they didn't get cold. He was a horrible liar and I didn't offer any form of resistance. If I let his mouth kiss me below the belt, I had no worries about sharing a simple beer with him.

The pizza was damn good, the beer was cold and we got the couch to ourselves as the lights were flicked off and the movie marathon began. I wondered what the other three did if they could just get away with skipping a Friday. I didn't bother asking as I was pulled against the chocolate labrador who had stripped off his shorts the second he got a blanket from the closet.

It was warm, hot night but I didn't mind snuggling with the larger male on the couch under the covers. He "helped" me strip my shorts off as the movies began. I faced the screen with Richard behind me, he had an arm and leg around me and his muzzle was bent down a bit so his chin was slightly obscuring my view from the horrible b-rated movie.

Colby sat next to us and was happy to chat along throughout the whole first movie about "interesting facts" about the series and actors in them. Apparently the main guy went off to do porno and the chick became a famous actress later. I didn't recognize both but as the doberman began losing more and more cloths as the movie rolled on, I wouldn't mind seeing that porno.

Even before the second movie was put in I had turned around and was planning on getting an early night. Richard offered me an armpit and covered the rest of me with a blanket. It stunk of the dog and I didn't mind much. Before I fell asleep I remember feeling the loud heart beat on the side of my face, and listening the sound of Richard's ragged breaths as he held me with arms and legs.