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Dropping my book bag on the floor, I flicked on the light and on the center of my comforter, there was a heavy, wet circle. "Fucking shower," I muttered in the parent-free house. Scooping up my bag, I stepped out of my room, climbed the carpeted stairs and hit the bathroom light switch. Sure enough, the shower had been used with the curtain out and dripping on the floor.

Destiny, my sister and the most horrible kind of reptile, had left it out (on purpose, I'm sure) and probably while slutting it up with Brock - I gagged at the thought of the class bully fucking my sister. He was one of those know-nothing Jocks, passing classes left and right because he could throw a ball and looked good doing it. Then when the doberman was done with school, he'd bully the rest of us before leaving in his slick black car... to the house across the street. Even now, entering my sister's room, I could see the lights of his house outside the window.

Hitting the light switch, I dropped my book bag in the corner, yanked open the zippers, and pulled my anatomy book out. Her walls were still a stupid pink from when she was a kid, decorated with her friends and her having fun. The unused desk covered in photos of Brock and her at the zoo. Sliding the shit out of the way, I sat down; I had a test on Canine anatomy on Wednesday, Human on Thursday, and Lizard on Friday.

The hours crawled into late evening and the window showed the lights of the houses, on earlier, had darkened. "I should have started earlier in the week," I stood up and clicked off the desk lamp. Crawling under the covers of my sister's bed and pulling a pillow over my face to blot out the light of the passing cars, I smiled at the thought of how pissed she'd be - and I made it a priority to mention it later.

Closing my eyes, I watched the colors behind my eyelids before drifting off to sleep.

****

Something warm pressed into my lips before parting them, and I felt my maw filling out with something hot and pulsing with a fast beat. Opening my eyes, it was dark - probably midnight - but I saw the form towering over me. He started bucking and all I could smell was Brock as his balls slapped my chin, his cock poking the back of my throat. Still in a state of shock my throat barely reacted and I was shoved to the suffocating musk and heat of his pubic fur.

I put my claws on his massive thighs, pushing.

"You know the deal." Clutching my maw with a large paw, he started fucking it, drilling his cock deeper and ball-slapping my jaw. There was nothing I could do, so I sucked on it.

I sucked Brock's massive dog cock.

"Mm, baby, you like that don't ya." His head was up in the air, and I started swirling my tongue around his member. My text talked about the base and tip being full of nerves, so I focused on them. "You practicing on someone else?"

I just wanted him to cum and get out.

Both paws grabbed my maw and I received the full force of the jock's butt, gasping and choking as he buried his length in and out of my throat.

"Oh fuck." He pulled me into his crotch, hand on my head, and he howled and let loose. The torrent of cum was salty, coating and exploding all over my mouth, shooting into the back of my throat until I started to gag. Thank god, he knotted outside my maw and I could keep from swallowing the sticky fluids.

"You gotta swallow. You said you would." He yanked my head forward and... and I reflexively swallowed his load.

"There you go."

"Brock..." I said, trying not to vomit.

"Oh, holy shit. No. Jason? What the hell are you doing in her bed?"

"What the hell are you doing to her in her bed?"

"Look, no. She and I do stuff like this. She likes me forcing her to do stuff. And--"

"Shut up! I don't wanna know what you do with my sister."

"I- Shit." Brock stormed out and slammed the door downstairs.

My eyes wide, I rolled on my back his taste still in my mouth and his oily scent, a thousand times stronger, across my nose. "What the fuck happened?"

I laid there for awhile. My whole life had been school stuff so I never did much in the way of fucking, or even thought about it. I guess, if there was such a thing as oral virginity, Brock had stolen it. The fact he was male... I didn't want to think about it... and rolled over.

But, I had to blow him, right? With his stamina, he would've kept going and going and going. It wasn't my fault the Doberman was a disgusting machine that didn't think before sticking his dick in something. Yeah... I rolled over to my other side. It was hard not to think about the experience and sensations, but somehow, I managed to drift back to sleep -

I awoke to the sunrise and rolled out of the bed, the taste was still heavy in my mouth and I descended the stairs and went into the kitchen. The coffee machine timer had brewed a pot some forty-five minutes ago, and I grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

For a moment, I remembered the event like a dream. Not a nightmare, I wasn't afraid to do it - I wasn't willingly doing it, either. I just need to suck to get him to stop. I nodded, sipping the coffee. The acidic taste made my mouth water, it was one of the few joys in life. Ready for the morning, I looked at the time: 11:30 am... Ready for the afternoon, I sat down the cup and started towards the stairwell.

Three knocks came at the front door.

My heart made a heavy thud in my chest; I knew who it was. Walking up to it, I peered through the peephole.

Brock was dressed in his faded jeans and a t-shirt, a black and red cap between his ears. He crossed his arms and glanced around.

I took a step back and heard the floor creak.

A hard knock. "Don't pussy off on me -- I'll find a window if I have to."

"Asshole," I muttered. Twisting the tarnished door knob, the morning sun poured into the dark hallway.

"We gotta talk," he pushed in past me. "Privately."

"Why, yes. Yes, you can come in for the second time."

Following him into the kitchen, he leaned against the island and I rested against the counter opposite of him, my coffee in hand. I did what I had to do... as for him...

"I'm kinda surprised I wasn't arrested for rape," he put his paws on the black-tiled island behind him.

"It happened."

"You're okay, right? Won't kill yourself or something?"

"It wasn't that traumatic, I guess."

That was stupid to say. Having a dog dick shoved down your throat? Just a day in the park. I braced myself for the response. What would it be? You faggot? Queer? Some other stupid thing? Why was I so -

"It.. uh, it was good."

I glanced as he stood and caught an outline of something in his pants at the bottom of my eye. Walking past me, I could smell his thick scent my eyes closing as I enjoyed it. "I..."

"Yeah... me, too. Thought I could hide it."

I turned around to see him facing me, his dick jutting out under his white T-shirt. "If we don't tell anyone..."

He nodded. "Couch?"

"Fine."

The Doberman plopped down on the couch spreading his legs as I crawled over the armrest. I pushed the bronze button of his pants through the opening, and pulled the flaps apart. A familiar warmth and scent radiated out over my face; my maw started watering, nearly dripping, with spit.

He guided it towards my lips, and I glanced up to his blue eyes as I held it between my lips. "That's so fucking hot," he moaned.

I went down his shaft like every female of every porn I'd seen, deep and slow. His muffled snorts of pleasure meant I was doing something right, and I lightly held his sack in my palms, going down his shaft again. His hand stroked the scales on the back of my neck, sending an electric sensation down my spine. I felt so good, so slutty between his legs.

"Take off your shirt."

I broke away, not questioning him, and threw my shirt to the floor. "You, too." I said trying to sound sexy as I slid to the floor.

He did it, too. I found my eyes rolling down every inch of his physique until he was pointing his dick at my maw. "Looks better when you're sucking it."

"How would you know?" Before he could respond, I took him between my lips, rocking my head left and right. My tongue lavished him with attention and I found he was right. The way his rippling muscles twitched was beautiful. Wrapping my fingers under his knot, I let him slip from my maw and blew air along his cock.

It got his attention. Starting from the knotted base, my tongue climbed up his shaft, engulfing him at the tip and down to his balls.

He moaned looking down at me, panting now. "Let me play with your ass."

I felt my tail twitch in response, and his freed cock slapped wetly on his chest. "Won't that hurt?"

"Not with enough lube."

"You'll stop if it hurts?"

Kicking off his pants and pushing down his jock, he grabbed me by the arm and led me upstairs to my sister's room, his cock bobbing with every step. "Take off your pants." He said. Reaching under her bed and towards the mattress, I heard a ripping sound and he pulled out a box with duct tape on it.

"On all fours, turn around and raise your tail." He growled, pulling a red plastic cylinder from the box.

Not to keep the horny Dobie waiting, I did it, arching my tail back until it wrapped comfortably around my throat.

His big paw pressed between my legs, smearing the fluid across my asshole, and then a second time. Looking back, I saw him take the red container under my tail hole and I felt the rounded tip, pressing against me. "Relax," he stroked around my tail. "It'll hurt otherwise."

I could tell how much he wanted it, his words dripping with lust, and I swallowed my fear. I knew when I came up here what he wanted, and I wanted it, too. The cylinder pulled out and a paw full of lube smeared my hole.

"Roll over, I want- I want to see your face."

I nodded, rolling over on my back. The Dobie hadn't softened in the slightest, his fat cock standing proudly between his thighs, and I had a magnificent view of him. His paw lightly circled my hole before pressing in, and I watched it go lower as his digit sunk into me. He rotated his paw and the digit swirled in side me.

An electric sensation shot across my spine. "Oh, there." I said. "Rub that!"

"Beg for it."

"Wha--" Inside I felt a finger flickering back and forth over my... prostate? Why didn't they teach us more about this...?

"Brock..." I looked him in the eyes, panting. "Shut up and finger my ass."

"Eh, close enough." He stroked me in a slow, even rhythm, worming in a second finger. Cum beaded up at the tip of my cock and I watched him go down on it, sucking in rhythm with his fingers. "Brock!" I moaned laying back on the carpet. Just at the bottom of my vision, I could see his ears bobbing.

He pushed me to the edge before pulling off; there were three big fingers in my ass, leaving me gaping and burning slightly as he pulled them out. Brock slid back, grabbing the contain of lube. He smeared the lube across his sex, the clear streaks reflecting the light of the window.

He crawled over me, his hot breath rolling over my bare scales, until he was over my maw, and then he leaned in. "I think I wanted this for a long time, ever since I saw you naked in the showers. I just didn't want to understand how I felt." Reaching between his legs as he spoke, I felt his tip sliding towards my open hole, but not entering it. "I made fun of you because you didn't seem to notice me like that."

"I- " Brock pulled back looking into my eyes as I spoke. "I never thought about it because I was so busy all the time, but I did watch a lot of canine on reptile porn. Does that count?"

Brock laughed, something I had never really seen him do. When he was done, he pulled me closer, our maws pressing together. Reaching between our legs, I guided his tip into my hole.

He hissed in pleasure. "I don't have a condom on, yet."

I stroked his face, "I know..."

He kissed me before putting his weight on his cock, going down and spreading my hole until it every wrinkle was stretched out. His pink cock disappeared into me and I moaned, cried out and panted.

"Oh, Brock."

So many sensations ran through my body, most of them focused around the invading member. I squeezed around him, my insides pulling him deeper, and he let me get used to being his. Still in control, he pulled out, leaving me empty for a moment, before he pushed inside again. We did this probably a dozen times, both of us moaning and gasping.

He was so deep it almost hurt. Finally, I felt his fuzzy balls resting on my tail and I exhaled in relief. His lips brushed against mine, then he drew back his hips; his cock glistened between us before his buried it back inside. The head hit my prostate as it passed sending a vibration of pleasure through my body. Each time he pulled out a little faster and came back a little harder.

I nuzzled him, "I'm ready I swear."

"Okay," he nuzzled me back, as he pulled out. "Get on all fours. I'm gonna mate you like a bitch."

I crawled to my hands and knees, no time was wasted as he grasped my waist and filled my gaping hole. I gasped and groaned as he used me, his grip tight with want, and my claws dug into the carpet.

"Fuck yes."

The doberman really was a machine. Seven minutes of pounding, non-stop, never faltering or pausing, his huffs and grunts the only thing punctuating his thrusts. Every firm slap of scales and flesh, balls to balls, sent shockwaves through my body. The sounds I made were cries of pleasure that only stopped when he paused to place my tail over his shoulder because I couldn't hold it up any longer.

"You wanna ride it?" He paused, panting, letting his paws slide along my naked scales, along my back and neck. "Normally, I don't last this long going this fast, but I jerked it before coming over so I wouldn't end up doing this."

"You're going to wreck my ass, if --" We both froze as the garage door started to open. I jumped up and to the window; they were just coming into view. The Doberman's heavy footsteps fell down the hallway and I scrambled to get my pants on. As soon as I zipped up, I snatched up the box and put it in the spot under the mattress. He reappeared and tossed me my shirt; the door downstairs opened and they were talking.

"Jason," my mom called.

"What are you guys doing home so early?"

"Didn't you get our texts?"

He yanked up his pants, his phone tumbling out, and tucked his cock under the hem. Finally, he pulled on his t-shirt. Scooping up the phone, his eyes opened. "Go to the Bathroom. I'm going to scare you, just be scared." He whispered.

I went into the leaking shower-room and flushed the toilet. I made my way to my sister's room, only to have him jump out snarling at me. "What the hell!" I cried out, pushing him away. "Destiny, what the hell's wrong with your boyfriend?"

She laughed and climbed up the stairs, "I told him to scare you."

"Hey, babe," Brock strutted up to her and planted a kiss.

"Feels like you were preparing for me."

"Yeah, but I gotta go. I was thinking I'd have enough time, but..."

"Later?" They both started down the steps. I almost followed when I saw Brock's paw behind his back, telling me to wait there.

"After practice? I was thinking about meeting up with Duke and Alison."

"God, why? She's such a pain."

"Hold on, I left my hat upstairs."

He climbed the steps and move towards me. Glancing behind himself, he planted a kiss on my lips. "8:30. Price Lane," He whispered, then his voice went loud. "Is it down there?"

"Oh, it's here on the couch."

"Alright," he took off down the steps. "Gotta move or I'll be late." The door shut.

There was something I needed to remember... "Hey, Destiny. Did you know that when you leave the water on the floor and it drips on my bed, then I have to use your bedroom?"

"Oh, hell no!"

"Destiny, Language!"

She stormed up the steps and slammed her door shut. "Why is my stuff all over?" The door open and the opened anatomy textbook flew out and tumbled on the floor. Picking it up, I smirked and went downstairs.

"Hey, ma." I stepped into the kitchen, getting another cup of coffee. "I'm going to go out tonight."

"Why?"

"Well, I was thinking about joining a club at school, maybe running."

"Since when?"

"Since I'm stressed out from all my classes - I have three exams this week."

"Alright, well don't be out too late."