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Despite the flu being an extraordinary little bugger, Jonathan refused to take any of the prescription medicine with the stubborn, asinine persistence of a donkey. But if he were a donkey, he would not have gotten the darned flu in the first place. He sneezed, then again, and again, looking at the medicine bottles on the shelf in the bathroom; one pill, and he wouldn't tell anyone. He sighed, popped a white anti-viretic in his mouth, washed it down with water and fought a bout of nausea. When he looked in the mirror, he was confident that he was looking at a poorly made zombie. "Humans are ugly "- he thought to himself, and cracked his neck; every stiff joint responded with a creaking sound, like a rusty door in a nineteen-century barn. "If I had gone with the process, I'd never have gotten the flu in the first place" - he reasoned to himself, coughing - after all, Furs didn't get the flu. They didn't get anything, except for the occasional bacterial infection , but that was rare. What would it be like to live a flue-less life? Right now, this seemed to him like the holy grail of all scientific exploration, as it pertained to his immediate discomfort.

The phone rang with its irritating chirrup, startling him out of this line of thought.

-This is the home of Jonathan Covenant, the resident zombie-apocalypse zero patient of planet Earth - he said, blowing his nose - For pandemic, press one. For sneezing, press two. To leave your pity at the door, press three.

-How do you know I'm, at the door? - asked the husky's astonished voice, -You put one of them spy thingy-drones around? I thought you rather old -fashioned for that.

• I had no idea you were near; I was trying to make a joke

-With jokes that bad, you don't need enemies - remarked the husky, and banged on the outside of the apartment door as if his tail was one fire.

-Open up! Open up! The husky scratched the door, producing the most unpleasant sound since the invention of chalk and blackboards, and Jonathan covered his ears, teary-eyed (whether more from the flu or the screeching noise, he could not tell). He opened the door and braced himself for impact.

The black and white blur smacked him square in the chests, lifting him off the floor; the husky squeezed him until ribs begun to give and Jonathan squealed. Then, apologetically, lowered him gently to the floor, before squeezing him again.

-This is a sunny, awesome day, and you're wasting it! - said the husky, not releasing the hug; much taller than Jonathan, the husky could easily have been twice his weight. Tail wagging manically, the fur looked at the yellowish face of his human friend with sudden concern;

-You don't look so good. You look like an extra in a cheap horror movie.

-I got bit by a zombie - remarked Jonathan, suppressing a mighty sneeze. The husky leaned over, and sniffed him thoughtfully, pausing for a moment: - Youneed a bath. You smell like aspirin and fire ants.

-I...what? - asked Jonathan dully, as one of his neighbors, an elderly lady roughly the age of the Ottoman Empire peered at them:

-No, Missis Doubtfire, I'm not sleeping with him - said Jonathan in a surrender, eliciting a mighy laugh from the husky and a puzzled expression from the old lady, who answered:

-Well, you should; do it while you're young, and have no regrets - she remarked, unlocking her door with a thumbprint. She gave Jonathan the thumbs up before disappearing, and the husky caught that with him peripheral vision, laughing so hard afterward that it seemed likely he would topple over the human. That had happened before, since Mark had absolutely no concern for anything, least of all gravity, and would roll on the ground laughing his ass off if he felt like it. Jonathan steadied himself, muscles aching, in case the husky dropped his weight on him. The husky managed not to crash him , though, and after wiping tears from his almond-shaped eyes, rolled on the floor, exploding in laughter again at some cynical image he'd just imagined. Jonathan leaned against the wall waiting for the husky to stop giggling like a little schoolgirl, a metaphor that he voiced. The husky paused his cheerful laughter, and noted:

• You just have no sense of humor, do you? This...was the second most hilarious thing to happen to me like...this week ? - he asked himself, puzzled, then waved a paw - Nah, who needs good memory anyways. By the way I'm shedding on your floor.

-I'd offer you a hand to help you get up, but unless you have resistance to bacterial slime, I wouldn't takin it - sighedJonathan, eliciting a wide-eyed response from the husky, which snickered: - You could have just said "boogers" Try it out, it won't kill you - boo, like boo, a ghost, and -gers, like, shitty burgers in a bag.

-I happen to know how to pronounce that word - sighed the human. - But it's...unappealing to use.

-I'll survive; especially if you make me laugh- laughter is better thing than a Victorian vocabulary, Jo.

The husky sat on the floor, turned around, and swatted the human's stomach with his tail. After he closed the door, he turned hi? muzzle towards Jonathan, pressing a nose against the human's

-Well, at least my nose is as wet as yours; that must be good - noted the dog - Now hear the news; I ...am... in.

It took Jonathan a second to process the information. "In " where, exactly?

-I'm going...to be...in a freaking...movieee! A real one! - shouted the husky, ssqueezing the human again , and pushing him back into the corridor; - It's going to be amazing! I'm telling you, if there is more charisma in a bag of fur than I have in the tip of my tail...

-The poor furbag would probably combust- sighed Jonathan, noting: - You're bare-feeted again? With all the rubble on the streets?

-It's nothing! I don't even get cold feet - told you that you should be a husky! Just nothing else..-the dog's voice trailed off, looking at the mess in the living room.

-A-aah... How long have you been sick again? - he asked, guild in his voice - I should have checked up on you at Monday... The hall was filled with a wide variety of dried herb, several small boiling utensils, something that looked like a paper bag and said "for inhalations only", a pile of exotic-looking spice, and a basket with used tissues that looked like a volcano about to erupt.

-It looks like you're trying to make drugs here - noted the dog-And it smells like a brewery and a perfume shop and a flea market and the little shop with spice on the other street....the dog looked thoughtful for a second, then peered at the paper bag , full of some plant that said "Senna" , squinted his ocean blue eyes and red the label: "Could cause vomiting, nausea, diarrhea, arrhythmia..." Are you trying to cure yourself or finish yourself? What even happens when you mix all this? You know, Pippi Longstocking did that in one of the books and it did not end well for her. And she's tougher than you. Actually a muffin is tougher than you, too so...- the husky's voice trailed off suggestively.

-Pippi Longstocking? - asked Jonathan, suppressed a laugh, which turned into coughing.

-A credible source of science is there ever was one - insisted the husky - She tested it all on herself. Plus, my best friend is a scientist and he says all of that - the dog waved a paw at the table - Doesn't work.

-The same guy who was peeing on a pregnancy test? - asked Jonathan with a smirk.

-Yeah, the same guy. But he had a good reason to do it; it shows if you have prostate cancer, if it's positive, that is. And he has that shit running in the family....I'm so glad furs don't get cancer, man. Prostate cancer is a real pain in the ass.

-And of course, I'm to trust a man who pees on a pregnancy test every other day - caughed Jonathan, and took a sip of tea, barely swallowing it.

The dog looked at him with an unreadable expression:

• You could get a pneumonia, you know. Without real treatment. Or your penis might fall off or something; I've heard of such stuff. Though it seemed limited to Indonesia.

Jonathan coughed, choking- That's what my mom always told me when I did not want to take my medicine - explained the dog, then pointed at the volcano of used napkins: - And this...you need a doctor.

-I am a doctor... - noted Jonathan.

-Of mathematics - interrupted the dog- Which means you're not exactly qualified to brew the freaking Philosopher's stone at home - the dog gestured at the pile of natural remedies on the table. - If you mix all of these things, I bet my future paw prints on the Alley of Fame it will explode and open a door to that yellow road of Oz or Narnia, if you're unlucky.

-Narnia would be nice - noted Jonathan.

-Snow isn't good for you right now - said the husky seriously.

-So what's the movie like? coughed Jonathan, trying to distract himself. The tea he was drinking was so foul in taste that it brought a new portion of tears to his eyes.

• it's not pornographic - remarked the dog, anticipating the next question.

-Nothing wrong with pornographic, my friend. I appreciate art. - noted Jonathan humbly, with zen-like calm on his face.

-You perverted human - answered the dog.

-I hear that a lot - nodded Jonathan, sipping more tea and noting that the closer he got to the bottom of the cup, the more revolting the taste became. How was that even possible?

-You should just change your species already - advised the dog - Believe me, nobody cares what Furs do; if you're one of us, nobody will give a crap. Nobody will want to know, really. And those who do...well, they just want some; so.... problem-solved?

Jonathan sneezed and looked at the dog with yellowish eyes:

-Boy, you look like you have jaundice. That can't be a good sign. Jonathan looked at his reflection in the table, and shook his head. Then he looked at the husky, black and shite, with silver gray chests, a lean figure with a life to it like a hyperactive clown living on coffee.

-Naturally, you will want to be a husky- said the dog slyly- Because, clearly, there is nothing better to be; on this side of the galaxy, that is. So, what say you, fine gentleman?

-I say the problem is a little more complicated than that - admitted Jonathan.

-What? You don't want a tail? Drying a furcoat is boring? Tell me an excuse, I've heard them all, and it's all crap. You just need not to overthink it, and to take painkillers while you're changing.

-Of course. As simple as that - nodded Jonathan with a resigned look in his eyes that said " I can't argue to save my life right now"

-Show the finger to anyone telling you otherwise; you'll have a lot of fingers to show, that's for sure. But then - it's better than you think! You're stronger, you have senses like Spiderman, you're faster, I mean than a human, not faster than Peter Parker, you're also more agile, with better endurance...

-Minus the heat bothering you - noted Jonathan , not really raising an opposition.

-Minus that - agreed the dog - And the wet-fur-hing, that .... you'll, well.. ** ** get used to; and you'll see in the dark! I mean why would you not want to do that?

-It's...difficult.... to choose a species - admitted Jonathan- when they all...appeal to me.

-Well then, go husky - it's not like you need horns or anything, so why bovine? And bears get huge, and you don't have the build for it. Though you do enjoy sleep; Wolves are a good one; cougars are handsome and lions can go ten times, if it's your thing. But they don't last a lot per time, if you know what...

-I know what you mean - noted Jonathan, without annoyance, admitting - You have a point, But it's about more than just that - I mean metabolism, sight and scent, physical strength, speed - they vary from species to species ,so how do I make a choice that's going to be good for me when I look back at it? how do you choose from so many species, when each looks, and I imagine, feels...amazing? How do you choose, if you could only choose once, so that you won't regret it? Lions are magnificent; tigers are...striking. Huskies are, of course...

-Very fluffy and huggable. And warm and cuddly -interrupted the husky- So we clearly win.

-You clearly do - agreed Jonathan, spreading his hands in a pacifying gesture.

-We can even cure the common cold - noted the husky casually.

-You mean, you don't get the common cold.

-I mean, I can cure it, with my wits nothing else! - beamed the husky, eliciting a skeptical look.

-And what exactly will you do, magic?

-Use of magic is not justified under the circumstances - noted the husky seriously- What I'm saying is that you'd feel a whole lot better if you get a long painful, massage; think about how warm, relaxed and peaceful you'll feel!

Jonathan coughed, sneezed, and noted: - I can't go to a massage when I'm sick. I'll just pass it on to whichever nice lady...

-Or fat librarian -interrupted the husky.

-..gives me the massage. Fat... librarian? Where did that come from, Matt ? A dark recess of your imagination?- asked the Jonathan.

-Oh, no just experience - explained the husky - Last time I had a massage the guy who rubbed me was called Howard, looked like Hagrid, and was a full-time librarian. I tell you, he could outweigh a cow easily; Still, a good massage.

-You're.... random today- sighed Jonathan, massaging his temples.

-I am, right?! - asked the husky, clearly flattered. -That's one quality rarely found even in the rich animal kingdom!

-Any Nordic breed has that in excess; a decent Samoyed could probably export that quality in quantities sufficient to feed a third-world country. - noted the human.

The husky patted him on the shoulder gently, then swatted him hard on the back of the head:

• Now now, I've done nothing to deserve insults. Hmmmm....You know, I don't get the flu, and you clearly need a massage, and if you...

-Put two and two together - sighed the human, anticipating the one constant catchphrase his furry friend was found of using; he resigned, and said -Okay.

-Okay? As in...you're not going to argue? Man, you really are sick.

-You don't say. Did my sewage-colored face give that away, or the food the color of cancer I've been munching on trying to get getter? - asked Jonathan

-It's more like a shade of broccoli...or kale - noted the dog -Your face, that is - then , with no warning, Matt licked Jonathan's face, pausing thoughtfully- Tastes like chicken. Not very well spiced, a little too much salt; overdone.

-You should be in a sitcom - noted Jonathan seriously, laying on his stomach, in a manner which resembled a drunk ballerina collapsing; The human closed his eyes, and surrendered: -Okay, do your best. Or your worse. Whichever the randomness demands.

-Undress first - insisted the husky, and Jonathan sighed: - I'm only wearing a t-shirt, and you have paw pads. They are rough.

-If you don't, I'll do it myself and rip it to shreds for the fun of it - remarked Matt casually; -Or, I might bite it off you. Not sure which of the two; you want to bet? Three to one I tear it with claws; two to one I rip it with teeth.

Jonathan swallowed painfully, and took the shirt off, knowing that the improvised statistics were probably accurate.

-Now let's find something among you natural remedies that isn't pure poison - remarked the dog, and knocked several dark glass bottles while carelessly pillaging the pile:

-Ah. Arnica oil; I think that one won't kill you....or there was an antidote in case of overdose, or something...

-There is massage oil over there - pointed Jonathan, waving his hand in a vague direction. Matt needed little further excuse to pillage through his friend's personal belongings, and attacked the drawers like a typhoon. A second later ,he was holding a book, asking:

-What's "Malinovski?" -cracking the book open, staring at it - Wow, whatever it is looks like no fun at all.

-A mathematician. He is a...mathematician - coughed Jonathan.

-You think one day there'd be books written about you too? -asked the husky, ears perking up.

-If every other professor in mathematics on the planet mysteriously disappears, I might stand a chance - answered Jonathan honestly, before freezing perfectly still.

-That's not the drawer I....he tried to say, but Matt was already reaching the bottom of the pile and quickly took out a DVD titled "Snow in Africa".

-Wow. That is a good one - remarked the dog, snickering - Even though "Savannah Passions" is better; Seven lions on one human - a far better ratio, if you ask me. And far less drama- the dog noted.

-I like dramatic dialogue - said Jonathan with surrender.

The dog kept digging, discarding the occasional book on rational numbers, and discovered another DVD.

-I actually know a guy who was in this one - noted the dog thoughtfully - You know, they offered me the part of the dog.

-They did?? - asked Jonathan, sincerely surprised.

-Yeah. But the lady couldn't...you know... take it. Size and all. Humans are too tight and shallow for their own good.

Jonathan did the mental calculations, remarking: - That guy wasn't small by any standards, human or anthropomorphic

Matt turned, a very sly look on his face: - It's all a matter of comparison, my friend. Him, she could take. Me - not so much. Believe me, we tried. The script, if you can call it that, called for the whole thing to go in - tuff luck for me.

Jonathan tried to laugh and forced down the question "Was that a disappointment?" , and noted: -I can give you my full list of pornographic movies to save you the digging, but if you want to do any massaging today , the oil is in the third drawer to the left.

-Do you have "Winter Passions?" - asked the husky, suddenly even more hyperactive.

-I did, somewhere - admitted Jonathan. - Why, were you an extra?

-Nope, but next time - Winter Passions two is going in production soon.

-Really? -asked Jonathan, not bothering to chide his interest. - I wonder what they could do in a sequel that they did not do in the original.

-Nothing, probably; They just need new faces, and it's going to sell well; or even better, the old team might be back. But that's not the type of movie that's easy to make.

-Legal? - asked Jonathan, hazarding a good guess.

-No, it's all legal in California, Furs on humans and all, so they just fly you there; I mean, it's hard to get...hmmm...to convince humans to participate. Not for lack of desire, mind you that. It's about the bad publicity - you know, I look like just about every other husky, and people don't look close enough, but with a face like, say, yours - the husky pointed at his sick friend - It tends to stick for life.

-My baby face is insulted - remarked Jonathan, then coughed.

Matt made an indistinct gesture before spreading a little oil on his paws and pressing them gently to his friend's back

-Why does everything in your house smell like plants? - asked the husky, sniffing the gel.

-It's a very faint smell -noted Jonathan, face buried in his pillow.

-Not if you actually have a nose that works - remarked Matt - This thing is like a million dead daisies and alcohol. And glycerin, and xantum gum, and...

-No need to show off, I know you 're nose is like a spectrometer - sighed the human.

-One more reason to go dog instead of cat - teased Matt -For the change, I mean. Although, judging by your DVD collection, lions are more up your alley.

-is that disappointment in your voice? - asked Jonathan, faking an evil smirk.

-Not really, but it's my personal crusade to get you to go husky; -admitted the dog - Just one of those perks I have, I think everybody I know will be better of ...well, like me! It just feels so good to have so much manic energy and a constant, creepily good, almost psychotic mood, and never get tired, and have all these enhancements - admitted the dog, pointing to his ears and nose - And it's be perfect for you, because thee are the exact things you need!

-I'll keep that in mind - lied Jonathan, and tried to keep something else under himself.

The husky pressed harder against his bask, and it felt like his paws had small pieces of sandpaper on them, scratching the skin. Jonathan's back became a little red.

-You know, this really does feel amazing.

-A-ha - said the dog absent-mindedly.

-In stead of asking a covert question, Jonathan interpreted the pause correctly and asked directly: - What's on your mind? You never stay quiet for 5 seconds like this, no joking, no teasing, no hyper-energetic storytelling?

-I wonder if it's a good idea to do this - said the husky , thoughtfully, then slowly, almost as if he believed he could do it without the human noticing, Matt begun puling the human's underwear down.

Jonathan paused for a long moment, then admitted: - You know, you're a good friend and I don't want you to think...

-Right now I think you and I are thinking the same thing - said Matt slowly. - The question is, really, why haven't we done it before?

The dog expected a long, fragmented answer, but instead got a surprisingly coherent explanation: - It's hard when you like , and prefer Furs for friends, but you also fancy them in bed. You are people, smart ones, and anyone knowing that you lust after them isn't likely to want to do the "friendship" thing, because they begin to feel awkward around you. They are either put off, or, with equal probability, consider if they want it too, for just one night, you go through bed and they are gone the next day. Call me selfish, but I really want my hugs, and I want them every day. So I don't want to let go of the friendship we have, and risk alienating you. What would my days be like without you? A lot less happy, that's for sure. That's selfish, but.... truth always is.

-You've clearly given that some thought - remarked the husky, thinking over what the human said, then wiping his paws on the bed sheet unapologetically: -But I'll go on anyway, and if you don't stop me...well, you'll see what happens. I can feel you're rock hard, so it's about time we did this.

Jonathan did not answer, trying to make an evaluation, an estimate, to draw some inference and make a better decision than the simple one his body had already made.

-You know, it's a little like this for me too - said the dog- I'm in adult movies sometimes. They sell well. But I want to act in real movies too, and I don't see the problem. And somehow everyone who has a problem, funny enough, recognizes me from the very movies they want banned...a guess the world is hypocritical that way. But it's true that the awkwardness gets in the way - like, all of my friends have seen me, and they either treat me differently after they have, or they tend to think that it's all about sex with me. Apart from you, that is. I think you know, from examining yourself, that its not about sex. Sex is a small, part, compared to everything else, to this ocean of energy....That is me.

Jonathan looked back, from a position he now realized was extremely erotic and was a textbook case for soggy style; that was something he was unconcerned with at them moment; he looked at the dog, and said: -Matt. I'm...

The husky looked at him, and stayed quiet for a while.

-I like you very much for being like an ocean of energy - said the human frankly - You'll wash over whatever holds you back, but you can't cure stupid.

The dog laughed, and shook his head - 'You can't cure stupid" . ...I want that on a shirt. Then he trailed off, looking at the human beneath him, exploring him with his paws very slowly, wondering at how much....not ugly the human was. Matt had not expected the lethargic, math professor to have any muscle at all, let alone to look in fairly good shape.

-I work out; with a mathematician's persistence - said Jonathan almost apologetically.

Matt nodded, and moved his sheath back and forward, exposing the painfully red tip that pulsed inside; It came out slowly at first, then suddenly pulsed out a whole inch, and the paw that guided it pressed against the human's opening.

-That's.... not a very good idea; - noted Jonathan cautiously - First, I haven't cleaned up, second, I've been sick, and still am, third, I haven't stretched in two days, at lest not that part of me, and forth, you're ...too endowed.

-That...I am - admitted the husky slyly. -it is a burden, but someone has to bear it. But if you feel any pain, you'll tell me. Its going to go really well;

-You...um, don't know how my body....it takes coaxing to...accept things that are long - tried to explain Jonathan. Feeling suddenly more at a loss for words than embarrassed, he paused. He had never had to explain the specifics behind stretching, and what steps he took to be able to accommodate his partners. Now that he thought about it, it seemed unfair, considering the effort it took him, that he had never received any recognition for it from his partners, who assumed he could just "go" and do it. But thinking of it honestly, he had never tried to make anyone aware of the effort, either.

The husky nodded an understanding nod, and pressed the tip slowly in, twisting it a little with his paw, and then pressing it to the left.

Jonathan tried to relax, realizing that he was only relying on the natural wetness of his fiend's member, and freezing in concern for a second; but before the second was done, the tip was already firmly inside him. He felt his opening spasm against the invader, but the burning hot member burrowed deeper in, by a whole inch.

-I'm very wet normally - said the dog - And a tip that's shaped like this makes it very easy. But don't put up with any pain, speak up before damage occurs, as they say.

Jonathan felt wetness invade him, warm and oily, then dull pressure, then the resistance of his opening gave a little; Matt pulled back slowly, then pushed back in, gaining a full centimeter.

Jonathan tried to feel if he was clean, tried to imagine what the smell would be like to someone with the olfactory sense of Matt, but Matt lowered himself over his, and brushed the fur of his abdomen over the human's back, licking the back of Jonathan's neck. The whole time his member did not move an inch in or out; it was meeting some resistance, at it had grown thicker, and Jonathan cursed himself for not ...for not doing what exactly? He did not have time to ponder, as he was penetrated further, this time feeling a jolt of pain.

-Ouch - said Jonathan quietly, then became self -conscious and grew still.

-I can't even get half of it in, huh? - noted the husky more to himself, then asked: -Pass me back the bottle of massage oil for a second.

-I have...lubricant in that drawer - pointed Jonathan, and the husky nodded, slowly pulling out of him, and Jonathan noted, with some degree of amazement, that the part of the member that had been inside him was at least ten centimeters long, if not more. He wondered briefly how sore he'd be later, but knew the thought could not stick for long. The husky found the little bottle and nearly used it all at once, sitting in front of Jonathan and placing one of the human's hands on the burning flesh, now fully erect and hard.

-Look at this thing; if I'd known I'd have this hanging between my legs one day, I'd have had better self-esteem through my life. The dog's voice was serious; Jonathan looked at him, suppressing a laugh

-It is... impressive - admitted the human

-It's like hiding drugs - stated Matt, waving his manhood back and forth; a strong, sweet scent spread from this motion.

-Hiding...drugs? -asked Jonathan, completely at a loss for words.

• I mean to hide drugs, I imagine, you need to fit them somewhere. We have the same problem here: how to fit it. Think of it mathematically - you can't fold it, your insides can't really make it bend, because it has a bone inside, and a pointed tip; it pulses, too, not that this has any bearing on the problem.

Jonathan had expected anything other than a semblance of mathematical logic but had to admit some of the points were valid;

-So, we're basically doing dick geometry?

-Three dimensional geometry, to be precise, or the art of fitting - said the dog with a wise, knowing tone- And if we get it wrong, you hurt. So let's start with the most obvious:

-If you manage to say something mathematically sensible with your next words, I will think even more highly of you- corrected Jonathan

-Well, geometry is all about perspective - said the dog thoughtfully - So let's put you in a different position. It's all about the angle of penetration; and the curve.

Jonathan paused for a second, his facial expression, then, with a wild smile, clapped his hands. The dog bowed his head courteously.

-Why, thank you. By the way, clapping your hands is one thing you can't do with paws.

-That's the tweeter version of being a fur? You can't clap your paws as easily and you need to know geometry to have sex?

-Only if you're male; for the sex, that is - noted Matt. The dog then held up a furry finger -If, my dear professor, if, I say, you've read your anatomy textbook on humans, not just furs, you'd know to lie on your left side, putting your right leg so that it makes a triangle with the bed's surface.

-That's what anatomy textbooks say about sex with a larger partner? - asked Jonathan - And nothing of the angular momentum, mass, or gravity of the event?

-You're using scientific terms incorrectly - grinned the dog - But yes, look at the large intestine's path sometimes and you'll see it curves. And after bout 15 centimeters, in a human, that is, you hit the curve. With you, it's more in the neighborhood of thirteen, maybe twelve. The point is, if we are to get twenty -something in...why are you laughing?-said the dog, slightly offended - Your ass is on the hot spot.

-I just red a book about twenty-something people,...I mean, twenty-something years old...-tried to explain Jonathan.

-Smart people turn stupid when you take them to bed - sighed the dog, and positioned Jonathan, still giggling like a maiden whose heard a very dirty joke, and, without waiting for the human to pause, entered him again, this time less careful of the first ten centimeters- in his experience, once you'd had something open you up, the first ten centimeters were safe, and could take some rougher treatment. He froze, savoring the little soft edges that rubbed against his bare, extremely sensitive flesh, all too aware he was causing at least some pain to his partner. He opened his eyes to see Jonathan's face contort with pain, and said:

-You know, this sort of pain looks good on you.

-I think that your...corridor won't be empty for long if you don't slow down - said Jonathan carefully, trying to imply that the stimulation seemed to be waking up his bowels to move.

-A-h - smirked the dog, then gently pushed further -Well, I can always wash it off. No big deal. You know some dog even eat ...

-Don't go there - threatened Jonathan, clenching a fist.

-There's just no pleasing you. - remarked the dog, and Jonathan realized with shock that he had no retort; a warm, burning feeling had filled him on the inside and walls welling up in all directions.

-So you can take it. Imagine that lady, a lady, I tell you couldn't; if she had only let me knock on the back door- trailed of the husky, looking into the distance, and Jonathan tried to say something, but Matt leaned over him, pulling out, so that their noses could bump despite the fact he was taller.

-There is something like another sphincter in some people there - noted Matt almost casually - Tell me if it hurts, because I'm inching towards where it usually is. It's a bigger pain to get through than the first, believe it or not.

-The husk was now in the rhythm of pulling out a little, then pushing back in, just a little further than he had been; a step back, a step and a half forward. Much to Jonathan's utter shock Matt was already fifteen centimeters inside him and was striving to continue. The fur on his hips was soaked with the human's sweat, his breathing was getting noisier, and he dropped a drop of saliva on Jonathan's chests, but seemed not to notice.

-Don't get ...carried away. Careful - begged Jonathan, not missing the opportunity to run his hands through Mats' fur, pressing against it, and slowly reaching to grab the husky's rear end.

-You groping me? - asked Matt with a mock horror on his face - Why that's very impolite conduct of you!

-You're...having... sex with me...smartass - growled the human, and watched almost horrified as now eighteen centimeters of the burning red flesh were inside him, leaving only about four outside. Those four centimeters had, at their base, begun to swell and saturate with blood.

They soon looked like a little bulb, that Jonathan touched hesitantly, eliciting a response from Matt: -- Squeeze it;

Jonathan , himself in moderate amounts of pain, considered for a moment, then squeezed the bulb very hard in revenge, eliciting a yelp from his friend: -Not that hard! It's not a tennis ball, you sadistic bitch!

Jonathan chuckled and let go of the bulb, which pulsed angrily, but seemed to get bigger.

-Don't worry; that's not going into you. And not for a lack of me wanting to;

You'll have to hold it and squeeze it for me on the outside, and that will have to do for now.

-How...moaned Jonathan- How do you get anyone to take that in? What...preparation...

The husky growled:

-First, pay attention to what's in you ; I'm not feeling a second sphincter and I might hit it any moment; second, enjoy yourself more. And third, if you must know, we use anal balloons and inflatable dildoes. Unfortunately, it takes months- groaned the dog, making a mental note to start Jonathan on the necessary stretching so as to gradually carve an inviting cavity for his bulb inside the human. He smiled at himself, feeling a "give", followed by his bulb pressing against the human's opening, as his whole length went in, the last two centimeters squeezed by the round muscle, which was now stretched on them like a rubber band.

Jonathan saw with amazement how the last centimeters, which felt much thicker now, pressed him, stretching his opening painfully.

He shouted in pain.

-Was the pain on the inside, or just the butthole? - asked Matt, and growled when Jonathan laughed at the word.

-It's a hole and it's on your butt; grow up - whispered the husky, then paused, pulling out carefully, examining his member s if there would be a piece missing.

-It seems like there's no blood; excellent.

-It...stretched my...opening too much.

Matt applied a generous dose of lubricant and slid back in very gently, as if the whole situation had now changed.

-I got carried away; and I'll probably get carried away again - he admitted, but reached the same depth despite Jonathan's pained face when the same two centimeters over the bulb, which now felt even thicker, stretched him again. It was more painful the second time.

-I like to see some pain on your face -admitted Matt, and squeezed the bulb, which was now the size of a small apple, then placed Jonathan's hands over it: - Squeeze it. More gently this time.

Jonathan obeyed, and a surge of liquid warmth registered against his insides for a moment before becoming undistinguishable from them; Matt pressed painfully against Jonathan's opening, but the bulb was as hard as a bone now, and didn't even attempt to move further in. He groaned in surrender and relaxed.

-Did you...-tried to say Jonathan- You're supposed to...Matt ignored him and laid on top of him, winning his silence with the silky pressure of his burning hot fur.

-Huskies are not supposed to have a scent, you know -remarked Jonathan, trying to get a rather impressive amount of shed fur out of his nose.

-I'm not a husky; - noted Matt, breathing heavily, without any happiness or sadness in the remark adding - Not really, anyway....I just look like one; a little. And I must have blown your mind if this is the only witting thing you have to say at the sight of me finishing inside you.

-You still...haven't - pointed Jonathan angrily to his groins, indicating the neglect for his needs.

-Done anything about your needs? I think I have, actually - Matt pointed at his still pulsing penis inside Jonathan, which burned the human's insides and felt as if it were covered with glue and fire.

-Tell me one thing; are you feeling better? Did I manage to cure the common cold with my genitals- asked Matt, genuine curiosity on his face.

-Oh fuck you - murmured Jonathan, trying to throw a pillow at his friend, then realizing he didn't have the stamina.

-Fuck me? - asked Matt, looking genuinely offended, then seemed to reconsider - Only if you buy me lots of candy afterwards. And ice cream. And the type of chocolate I'm not supposed to eat. And cotton candy. You also have to blow me. And...I dunno, maybe write my homework.

-You don't have any homework - noted the human, panting

-And choose to be a husky, of course. Or no fun times with me;

-You're cruel - sighed Jonathan.

-Just persistent in my spontaneity; In a chaotic, persuasive way.