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The large set husky made his way through the streets of the city. It was rather difficult sometimes when you find your elbows rubbing up against buildings on the other side of the street. There was no passing through the alleys for shortcuts or making a quick pass through the front door of a building and out the back. It wasn't his size alone that made this impossible, but the girth of those throbbing muscles he'd paid such close attention to for so long. There was something to be said about size, about the power that it provided, and the dominance that it secured. Michael was no exception to this, he looked down on the smaller beings about the ground and could only smirk to them while they scrambled to get get out of the way and gawk in awe at the size of this very sexy canine. He'd never been one not to try and put on a show when it called for it and moved to flex his arms a bit, finding this tight street to hold its buildings too close for such tricks. With his muscles growing they'd push against the buildings on both sides of the street, the people below him stand with their jaws open even more.

It was always fun to show off to those that wanted to give him attention, but it was when he saw another set of eyes looking at him that he'd quickly drop his flex and chuckle with an easy scratch behind his head. Michael wasn't the only large styled creature in this city. There were a few others, but one specifically that he'd always had to turn his gaze away from with reddened cheeks every time their glances caught. The short dark fur easily clashed with the grey long fur of the husky as he turned his eyes fully away from the built german shepherd that was just looking around the building at him. The strong build of the shepherd gave him the same problems in this cramp city that Michael had, but there had to be some form of law enforcement to keep the larger sized furs in place and not knocking over buildings as they pleased. This husky knew this police officer by name, not because he'd had problems with him in the past, but because he always had this small secret that he'd wanted to tell him. Anytime he got close enough to try, his voice failed him, his face grew blushed and the he couldn't even lay his eyes on the equally muscular shepherd. It didn't help that his pants sometimes tented just from being around the creature. This time again was no exception. People looked up at the Husky but none could see past the growing bulge that he himself had failed to notice. He was only lucky enough that Stan had already turned to head back the way he came and missed this as well.

A sigh came over the muzzle of the muscular husky as he felt himself regaining control over his breathing and lower parts. His hand moved to the top of one of the taller buildings that would hold his size and he'd carefully lean against it with a slow shake of his head. Michael could destroy the entire city in an hour, but he couldn't open up to the one person he wanted to when it actually mattered. There was only one thing he could do from this point to help clear his mind from this terrible event. In a vehicle it would have been an hour drive out of the city. For this colossal sized creature it was a simple five minute walk. If there were massive sized creatures they needed massive sized building to accommodate them, and this one was his favorite. As a professional it was important for him to stay in shape so that he could be displayed in front of judges who would grade him on his size and strength. There was a record in these lands and Michael was the one that held it. With his massive sized back pressed flat against the laid out bench he'd rest on it for a second before gripping the bar that he found directly in front of him. His hands adjusted a bit, his fingers flexed to get a better grip and those muscles tensed when he lifted the huge weights off of the support bar and started to push these weights up towards the ceiling again and again.

The husky wasn't simple doing this to stay in shape and would continue pressing these weights away from him for as long as he needed until the memory of what happened today passed on from him. It was a public gym, and he knew that sharing was a major part. That's why Michael didn't flinch when someone patted his knee to let him know that they wanted something. He'd ignore it, though. Someone always wanted the weights and he'd only just started. His expression darkened a bit when he felt the patting again on his leg, but continued to ignore this rather rude person. This husky began pressing the bar away from him faster, growing more and more irritated with every passing second until he felt the third tap on his leg and finally placed the bar on the supports to sit up with a huff ready to rip the throat out of anyone that might be standing there.

"Wha...!" His voice was cut off suddenly when he saw who it was that was standing in front of him. Eyes widened and breathing grew short.

"Sir, I'm here to place you under arrest for destruction of personal property. Please turn around and place your hands behind your back." It was Stan standing there wearing his police uniform that did nothing to hide those muscular bends about his body.

Michael could do nothing but comply not wanting to get into trouble by resisting. He'd look back over his shoulder easily and speak in a soft and heated tone, "What did I do?"

"When you were flexing earlier you pressed against the buildings, your size did significant damage to the frames of those buildings and the owners are not happy." Was all the shepherd said while reaching behind himself and gripping the cuffs from his pouch. Michael could feel his arms behind pulled back as those metallic cuffs were wrapped around his wrists. His body shook a bit from anticipating and excitement from being so close to this police officer after so long. It didn't help that Stan made sure they were tight by pressing his massive chest right up against the back of the huskies body. This also pressed that thick, girthy rod against Michael's muscular rump. His cheeks blushed bright red and he fought to keep his face hidden even while Stan recited that long speech about needing an attorney and anything said can be used against you. It only took a short while before the husky realized just what was actually happening here.

"P.. Please don't arrest me. I don't want to go to jail. I didn't mean to." It was spoken quite fast, racing to spit out his reasoning as quickly as possible while finally looking sadly over his shoulder to the strong police officer.

The officer was unfazed by this, having heard every excuse in the book by now and knowing that this was how it had to go. That was until a sideways glance would draw a smirk to Stans' lips and a fast lick to wet them would lean him more against the husky's back to speak directly into his ear. What he whispered was unclear, but the fast and heighted redness that took over most of Michael's body would display most of what was said here. Quickly the husky nodded to this in agreement a fast word spoken to help further his acknowledgement of this offer and those cuffs were soon released from the canines arms leaving him pulling his hands in front of him and rubbing his wrists only to think about what he'd just agreed to. He could keep his manhood down, slightly, but nothing stopped that heated face from showing red through his grey fur. Stan waited with a constant smirk on his lips and watched the husky slowly turn towards him. In only a second they'd both leave the gym entirely and make their way back towards the city.

Again people gathered in the streets to see the amazingly muscular husky, but this time there was an equally strong german shepherd with him. There would be no muscle show this time only Stan moving to rest himself up against a building and start to unfasten his uniform. Michael watched this happen almost in slow motion and took note of every bulging muscle that he'd been praying he'd see for so very long now. That shirt came open while the hands moved down towards the pants. Michael could feel his bulge already building while waiting to see what he'd be dealing with here. Those motions stopped suddenly when Stan saw the eyes of the husky watching him so intently. Those eyes would catch a glimpse of the hand rolling over and a finger motioning for him to walk over to him. Michael would do so eagerly and move his shaking hand towards the pants of the police officer right in front of this ever growing crowd. The audible zip and a shuffling slide and that dick would be displayed for all of them.

Actually seeing it would cause the husky's eyes to half close in lust filled need the pants already building up while he leaned his head down slowly to give the head of that member a much needed and always wanted lick. That tongue easily pulled the head of the member into Michaels waiting muzzle until it vanished behind grey fur and teeth. This husky could easily take in the hot scent of the balls even around hips his nose vanished into the short fur of the shepherds abs. Stan could only give a soft moan from his lips while he leaned his head back. It wasn't what he'd been expecting, but the feeling of that tight maw around his shaft would force him to allow it. He was only lucky that Michael stayed in his work out gear, tight black shorts that were easily pulled down while this canine was on all fours until his shorts were at his knees and the hand of that shepherd was around the amazingly thick member.

People gasped in the street seeing this display, but more of them panted watching the two massively built canines enjoying one another. Once Michael was satisfied with the taste of his new found lover he'd slowly crawl his way towards the muscular chest of the shepherd and give it soft licks. His careful hands squeezing down on the arms and shoulders, feeling the matching strength and knowing that he wanted more of him. Soon the two chests were pressed tightly against one another when Stan wrapped his arms around Michael's lower back and pulled the husky into a deep kiss on the lips. He could taste his own cock on the tongue of the fellow canine, but the feeling of having that tongue in his mouth was far greater pleasure than the taste could discharge. Eyes closed slowly under grey fur as this husky lifted his hips easily and moved his tail out long. With a very slow motion he'd give into his part of this deal even though he didn't even remember making it at this point.

Stan's hips jerked instinctively upward towards the hot rump made wet by that tight tongue and now squeezed tight by the puckered lips that eagerly swallowed it under the bushy tail. Both moaned in unison at the feeling of being spread and being tightened around at the same time. A pleasure that forced them to break their kiss while Michaels head reared back with his jaw hung open. The shepherd pulled him back easily but rather than kissing the lips he'd plant easy kisses along the neck and throat of this massive canine. The building he was no leaning against stood strong while the two moved against it. Hips slowly starting to push while other hips were lowered only to meet in the middle with pants and moans. Finally Michael was able to open his eyes and look at the darker canine. He was spending every effort he had just to keep his pace solid and insure that those below were able to have an excellent view of what was happening.

Those kisses on his neck was more than enough for this husky to enjoy, his heart pounding in his chest against the chest of the shepherd only to feel that chest kicking back at him. Michael's arms move a bit, only slightly, and the cold glass of the buildings around him force the husky remember exactly where he is. This shock was enough to bring him back to his more usual self and even as he wrapped those arms around the back of Stan's neck he'd moan out again at the harder and harder pounding his tight rump was taking. He was going to be well stretched after this, but that was something that this canine didn't care about as long as the one stretching him was the man he was holding against him right now.

"Stan.... Please, fill me." He said softly to him while leaning his head down and lightly nipping at the police officer's ear. Those pointed teeth gently ran over the bridge of the ear only to pinch the tip while the husky listened to the heightened moans of this shepherd arching his hips to drive deeper and deeper into him.

Moans soon became pants, and pants soon became yips when Stan felt that amazing pressure built up more with every kick his hips made into the husky's ticket door. A gritting of his teeth would force that cock to swell and spread those walls further even if only a little. Michael found himself calling out as well unable to move his hips once Stan started holding them in place in order to take full control of the husky's body. Eyes went from clinched shut to spread wide when Michael finally felt those ropes jerking out into him, spraying his depths in a hot, sticky, bubbling seed. That pleasant surprise didn't last long as his own member throbbed between them. Those arching hips that were kicking waves of fluid into his hot ass would force that dick up and down against Stan's amazing stomach and soon would spread the white seed between them while the other filled his tail hole to the brim. Michael had shot his load thickly between them, coating both of their chests in the scented fluid and left them both panting against one another while their bodies made small movements in order to further rub that cum into their fur right up against their skin.

They could only look into one another's eyes while waiting for the other to speak first. Neither new anything that could be said that wasn't already displayed between them just now physically. There was no awkwardness here, both had wanted this and both had needed it. Michael smiled to Stan and lightly licked the bottom of his chin just to show the last bit of affection that came with such a great round of sex. Stan only chuckled to the sudden display and moved his hand up to the back of the husky's head to plant a soft and tender kiss firmly on the lips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this from you." The police officer admitted to him. Michael smiled and that smile soon vanished when the member went flaccid and slipped from his hole. If nothing else it proved that this kind of thing might not happen again.

Stan lifted the husky's chin with his finger to look him in the eyes again after seeing such a sad expression. What Michael saw was only a smiling german shepherd looking back at him with a promising gaze that restored hope to this canine.

"Michael, be mine. I want to spend every night feeling you resting beside me." Michael's sad expression brightened up instantly from this, he opened his mouth and again no words came out. It was something he'd need to work on someday, but for now he'd simply nod and plant the hard kiss against on his mate's lips. That tail of his almost blowing the crowd away making them disperse quickly while Michael gave all of his attention to Stan, now and from now on.

Written by dracologist

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