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Tail Raiser

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

Jared's heart pounded. He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. It was not anything he had not done before, not really, yet anticipation flared. The husky's heartbeat tap-danced on his eardrums and he groaned, paws trembling as he set the video camera on the tripod where it would be safe and out of the way. On the carpet lay a soft, fleecy blanket in deep navy, a bottle of lubricant - his favourite brand - and a canine shaped dildo, complete with knot. He would have to adequately prepare himself first, ensure his tail hole was good and stretched and loose for fun. Jared shivered, fur standing up slightly from the goose bumps on his skin. Furries were not immune to such peculiarities. The grey and white husky hopped from hind paw to paw, nerves lending him energy that he should not have had at three o'clock in the morning.

It was always like that before he invited his mutt to mount him.

It was illicit, illegal, irresponsible and so very right. There was nothing else that came close to the sensation of his Rottweiler's knot swelling within his tail hole, locking them together. Once he had dropped to all fours, nude, he had no choice in the matter. Matt would growl and snarl if he tried to get up again, if his nerve failed, if he thought he was too sensitive that day to take the rough, feral hammering. Jared loved nothing more than. On his shoulder, he bore scars from previously mating with the canine, bite marks that he wore proudly.

Though Jared lived alone in a small, terraced property, he did not trust his surroundings, keeping his desires and actions behind closed doors, curtains drawn and muzzle gagged so as not to reveal suspect noises. His neighbours, of course, knew that he had the dog, even if they did not like to see him around, especially if he was off the lead. Rottweiler's had such a bad reputation, wholly undeserved. A small garden to the rear of the building, well fenced in, allowed Matt some time to exercise during the day when Jared was at work. Despite this, Jared preferred to walk him on the leash, roaming for miles until they tired and returned to the comforts and warmth of home. He was close to his pet, perhaps a little too close.

Cheeks flushing hotly, Jared lowered himself to his knees on the blanket, thankful for the cushioning it provided between him and the hard floor. From all fours, the furniture - simple sofa, chairs, dining table, entertainment stand and bookcase - loomed, reminding him of his place. His tongue lolled from his muzzle and he dropped to one forearm for balance, taking the lube in his free paw and squeezing a generous amount over his first two fingers, practiced enough to complete the action with one paw.

He did not need to romance himself. The husky needed to feel full, to feel his pet driving into his rump, hard enough to combine pain with pleasure. The lights were off, only one lamp in the corner providing dim ambiance in the closed off room. No one would disturb him at such an hour. Satisfied, the husky relaxed and pushed the two lubricated fingers into his tail hole, stretching his initially tight ring with a practiced, slow thrust. He panted open-mouthed and pushed deeper, craving more even from the first few seconds. It had been too long since he had last dared. Reaching up, he switched the video camera on to record, the unblinking lens fixed upon him.

Withdrawing his fingers, the husky wriggled his rump eagerly in the air, cock slipping from its sheath and hardening. His tail curled back over his back, light fluff gleaming in the low light. Any anthro would have been hard pressed to resist the urge to mount him right then and there, if they had been present. As he lubricated the canine dildo - fingers were never enough for more than a few seconds, that first, teasing penetration - Jared's mind wandered, fluffy tail wagging. The husky anticipated what was to come and, oh, how he craved it. He could already feel Matt's breath on the back of his neck, his forelegs tight around his hips, dragging the husky back on to his cock. Matt only knew animalistic pleasure and would take it as he pleased.

He teased the tip of the dildo against his anal ring, arching his back like the needy slut he saw himself as. Jared raised his tail as high as it could go and moaned wantonly, pushing on to the toy as if it was a throbbing dick. The smooth shaft of the toy eased into his tail hole and Jared shuddered, cock drooling pre cum on to the blanket beneath him. It would need to be washed later but that did not matter in the moment. There would be far more mess on it later. The toy pushed in deep, aided by the slick lube, stretching him wide. The husky scrunched up his muzzle, stomach leaping into his throat as he took the toy deep. How wide was it? He had never thought to check. All he knew was that it was smaller than Matt's dick and the perfect tool with which to warm up.

Matt had the largest cock for his slutty hole.

The knot bumped into his anal ring and Jared hesitated, torn between forcing the bulbous false swelling into his passage and holding out, waiting for the real thing - the larger, warm, pulsing knot his pet was keen to shove into him. The husky relaxed the best he could, teasing the increasing girth into his rump, yet not pushing past the widest section. Holding himself open at the widest point, the husky yipped under his breath and ground back, desperate on two counts. He did not want to seat it within him - there was a better cock and knot waiting. Pumping the toy back and forth as if he was being fucked, the husky bucked and whimpered, dipping his head down to the blanket and raising his rump.

He was ready, more than ready. It was a frenzied rush of an evening but he had waited so long for the right time already, the privacy and wakefulness in the pit of night to play. Sliding the toy out of his tail hole, he dropped it on the blanket, ignoring the mess it made. Though his paws trembled terribly, he placed both flat on the floor, thrusting his rump back like a feral bitch desperate to be bred. He couldn't wait any longer! Stroking his shaft, which hung beneath his belly, the husky moaned lustfully.

"Matt," he called softly, voice loosing the dominant tone he would usually take with his pet. "Come here, boy. Come on."

The canine was smart, smart enough to know what the change in his master's tone meant. The black and red-brown Rottweiler skittered excitedly into the living room, claws tap-tap-tapping over the laminated wood floor. Jared stroked his head gently, paws shaking hard enough for the dog to look up curiously, his long, pink tongue lapping over those paws. Matt knew he was nervous. Yet Jared knew that the canine would take good care of him. What he couldn't count on was the dog being gentle. Jared's mouth was dry. The rough edge was the best. Fierce.

Matt butted his head into the husky's side, shoving beneath Jared's stomach to steal a few demanding licks of his shaft, keen for a taste of salty pre cum. To a dog, the rare treat was something to be snatched when available and Jared squirmed in response. But the canine knew what job he was to do and his red cock pushed insistently from his dark-coloured sheath, tapered to a point. The husky shuddered at the stimulation, hips wiggling like a bitch in heat as he whimpered and whined, ducking his muzzle down to his paws, begging to be fucked. The Rottweiler's stumpy tail wagged furiously and Jared blushed, cheeks and neck radiating heat. If he had been a thinner furred breed, the sincerity of his blush would have been all too visible. Matt knew he was going to mount his bitch. And Jared ached for him.

The Rottweiler nipped Jared's rump as he darted around, the canine dominantly bullying him into position with his body. Though he jumped, a wave of arousal swamped Jared, making his muscles weak with how he was so easily pushed around by his dog when he submitted. It was not their usual state of affairs, of course, but Jared loved nothing more than letting his pet have his way with him. It felt right. Growling, Matt hopped up on the husky's back, forcing him to bear his weight. Bracing for the first thrust, Jared's muscles tensed and he fought to relax the only muscle that mattered in the moment, not wanting to cause himself undue pain: he had other toys for that kink.

The red light of the video camera blinked, recording every nuance in coloured pixels, forever burned on to tape, archaic remembrance. Matt's hard cock jabbed the husky's rump, searching for entrance, and Jared moaned, staying as still as possible to let the dog find his own way. Sometimes he had to help the canine, but it was always better when he was fucked of the dog's own accord. A low growl rumbled in the Rottweiler's chest and the tip of his shaft pressed to Jared's tail hole, sinking in that fraction that let the dog know that he had hit his mark. Matt grunted above him and powered forward.

Jared cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as Matt thrust deep into him, aided by the lubricant remaining within his passage: it was just the right amount. Yet as the dog squeezed his forelegs around Jared's hips, the husky found himself struggling to remain quiet. Would the neighbour's hear? His stomach dropped. No, no - he could not be heard. Biting deep into his own forearm, the husky strove for quiet, each thrust forcing a muffled grunt from his self-gagged muzzle. There would be more marks there later, tufts of fur torn from skin. He was proud of those marks. Would the video camera catch his muffled whimpers? He moaned, barely audible; it would be amazing if so.

The canine's legs tightened around Jared's waist, pulling back to his hips, and the Rottweiler humped with the single-minded determination of a feral driven to breed. Reaching beneath his stomach, Jared dropped to one forearm and arched back as he wrapped a paw around his leaking cock. He pumped the throbbing length in time with the dog's thrusts, muzzle rubbing into the blanket and a splash of his own pre cum - he had no idea when that had gotten there. It was shameful, but he inhaled his own scent deeply, not daring to lick it up lest he moan like a slut being fucked again. Maybe one day he could make those noises in true privacy, far away from other anthro beings...

True to canine form, the Rottweiler was already close to spilling his load, hips jack-hammering into his bitch so swiftly that they may as well have been a blur. The half-swollen knot pushed past Jared's ring with a 'slurp' of lubricant, forcing the muscle wide for half a second. The husky groaned, the sound low and needy. The knot grew rapidly within his tail hole and every short, sharp thrust Matt made slammed into his prostrate, milking creamy spurts from his dick every time it was hit. On the edge of climax, the husky's hips jerked and he thrust into his own paw like a lusty teenager discovering his own libido. Oh god, why did it have to feel so good? On top of his back, the Rottweiler grunted and groaned, slamming viciously into his pinned master. Jared tensed and closed his eyes: any second now.

Matt slammed deep into his bitch and gave a strangled half-yelp as he emptied his balls into the husky, hips rocking in short, deep thrusts - all he could manage with his knot swollen and locked in. Only a few moments later, Jared joined him in climax, paw squeezing his own knot at the base as if he was pumping into his own little bitch, a howling anthro canine writhing beneath him as he locked into his rump. It was difficult to time a simultaneous climax but Jared bucked into his paw, cum staining the blanket as it shot forth, the pressure on his prostrate making him near squirt like a female. Jared huffed a sigh, though one of want rather than sadness: he was too much of a bitch to take any other fur as a top, but he would not have it any other way. With his part completed, Matt hopped and swung a leg over Jared's raised arse, standing rump to rump with his master and a smug expression on his muzzle...if dogs could be smug.

They remained tied together like that as the clock ticked, seconds turning into minutes. Not a drop of seed would escape from the husky until the knot deflated, Matt ensuring his bitch would be 'impregnated'. Sweat matted Jared's fur from the exertion and he caught sight of the used canine toy on the blanket, drooling with lubricant as if it was a disembodied cock. Maybe he would go for round two in the shower with it before allowing sleep to claim him. Dropping to his belly, Matt obediently waited for them to be released, panting happily. Jared chuckled and shook his head. Now who said the four-leggers didn't feel the same pleasure at orgasm as they did? It was crazy to think otherwise after seeing the satisfied canine.

When they were released, the knot deflated enough for Matt to pull away in a deft twist of his body, Jared rose to his knees, clenching his tail hole to keep as much within him as possible. Though he was not as sensitive as furs in erotica seemed to be, he imagined he could feel the dog's cum sloshing within his rump, warm and sticky with the dog's virility. Licking his lips, Jared turned his attention to the video camera and hit the 'record' button a second time to complete the recording, finalising their liaison.

"Just for me," he whispered, as if he needed to reassure himself of this fact. "Only for me."

Removing the cassette from the camera, he turned it over in his paws. He had deliberately chosen an old model so viewing the 'evidence' of his liaison would be more difficult. It was a sure strategy and he could not imagine anyone would go to great lengths to discover what was on a cassette marked only with an eight-pointed star. If it ever was discovered, that is. It was a long shot to imagine that any curious fur would find the tape where he planned to hide it anyway. Jared smiled. He had thought of everything.

"No one else will ever see this," he murmured. "Just me. Only me. Only ever me. Right, boy?"

Matt, recognising that his master was now back in charge - he was well trained in the power shift - wagged his tail and barked once, a sharp, decisive sound. Smiling, Jared placed the cassette on his entertainment system, on the wooden surface beside the TV. It would be safe there while he cleaned up and prepared for bed. Then it could be taken care of, stored away safely. Collecting the blanket, toy and lubricant, Jared strode from the room with a skip in his step, heading for the stairs. After such an explosive orgasm, he would sleep well that night and looked forward to his soft, soft bed.

He never saw the crack between the curtains.