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Whenever anyone in my little group of friends has a party, it's never a big affair like you hear about in the news or in college dorm horror stories - usually it's the same five or six people gathering at anyone's house and pretty much doing the same things: eating, watching movies (or musicals, more often), playing video games, going on walks...

...fucking, in some cases. I have a complicated relationship with multiple of my friends.

Today was an end-of-semester party for most of us, where my lioness friend Lilith had just finished her last semester and I had just finished my first. Also there were Vyndas, fruit bat who's spent about equal portions of his life in video games as he has out of them; Amir, housecat who had a tendency to get kinda boisterous around people he likes; Hayley, wolf-otter cross (or something) who I'd met at a bit of an interesting job opportunity a while back; and then a she-wolf named Szara who seemed shy and quiet until you get to know her.

We were at Hayley's house for the night, and the wolf-otter had kindly pulled out the sofa-bed (on which lay Szara, absorbed in a book about fireflies while music played softly over the speakers) and also done a booze run prior to the start of the party. I was the only one who didn't drink, though I'd noticed that Hayley herself had been holding back tonight too; meanwhile, Amir had passed out upstairs a few hours ago, and Lilith had gotten suitably intoxicated enough to throw away her inhibitions and drag Vyn to an adjacent room upstairs, which she would've done at some point along the way anyway.

That left me, Szara, and Hayley downstairs, though the she-wolf soon set the back down and also retreated to one of the bedrooms. Hayley was schooling me in a trivia game - my brother and dad always loved playing them with me, because I was so oblivious to the world and generally terrible at remembering "juicy factoids", as my brother put it - while taking spaced sips from a squat glass filled with some strong-smelling clear liquid.

The sort of friendship that brought the most fun was the one where you can fuck wildly and indulge in the sweetest of carnal pleasures one night, and then act like regular everyday just-friends the next morning. That was me and Hayley. We met at a sort of... travelling, uh... sex exhibition, and I ended up getting hired for the 'Foreskin Play' section, and she_ended up signing on, too, as someone to _assist the 'features', as we were called...

With a triumphant hmph! she moved her piece one more space to the end of the board and then smirked at me. "Look at that. I win."

"Imagine that." It was still fun. "That's, what, five to one, your favor?"

"Yeah, and I think I'll end it there... I'm getting tired." As if to prove her point, she stretched her arms over her head with a cavernous yawn - and then downed the rest of whatever was in her glass. It made her face scrunch up and caused her bright green eyes to water at the edges. "Night, Luke."

"Night."

She stood up from the table. "You keep Argyle company, alright? He's a bit of a snuggler."

I'd almost forgotten that she had a dog - which was a little weird, considering how he'd been all around our legs when all of us were sitting at this table playing the game earlier in the night. I hadn't kept track of where he'd run off to since then.

"Yeah, sure. As long as he doesn't pee on me."

Hayley shot a grin at me over her shoulder. "No, as long as he doesn't pee on my furniture. Something tells me you wouldn't have much of a complaint if he were to do so to you."

...and she was off up the stairs. I took a moment, looked around - Amir had left the guitar he'd brought on the couch, with three empty beer bottles knocked over on the carpet below beside two of those large energy drink cans, also empty; the TV remained on but muted, playing what I think was a Doctor Who episode from the new series; most of the lights were off except for the ones needed to see, Hayley'd left her now-empty glass along with a plate that had once borne a pile of microwaved taquitos... we could clean up later.

It was rare that we had a party like this where someone didn't get laid. Honestly, that would normally bug me a little, but tonight I was fairly tired and didn't care too much - after wandering into the other room and turning off the music, I slumped back onto the couchbed on which Szara had been just earlier. Lilith and Vyn usually brought me along to add an extra tongue or pair of paws to their fun, but... well. It was only me down here now, and after reaching over to pull a blanket over myself... honestly, the thought of something happening along the course of the night had kept me at least somewhat aroused, and what with Hayley sitting across the table flicking certain looks and growls at me in the rare case where I got a question right...

I couldn't help but wonder what she'd meant by keep Argyle company, though. While 'practicing' for our sex-exhibition thing once, we... got a little distracted, resulting in me on my paws and knees on the ground in front of this very couch-bed, arms and head resting on the edge of the mattress while Hayley pounded into me with one of her strap-ons - and then Argyle came along, got interested, started licking at me... Hayley goaded him on,"good boy", and I ended up shooting my load all over his muzzle and tongue. He didn't care, though; he licked it off.

Such an eager dog... now lying back on the mattress, I lifted one leg so I could paw off at least somewhat less conspicuously, worked up to a full hard-on by the memory of that. The next time I came over - that time under the pretense of getting to play the new Battlefront, which she'd preordered - first I ended up on the floor in front of her chair, pants open and tongue working, while she got to play the game... and then her dog came up behind me and decided to join in on the fun, mounting me from behind. Again Hayley goaded him on, and... well. I wasn't complaining. The paw holding my head down between her legs while this went on kept me from being able to.

Thinking about all of this, remembering the slick, wet heat both on my lips and tongue as well as under my tail - Argyle, what with his owner having decided not to get him fixed, provided a shaft of quite satisfying length and girth to sink back against - I didn't hear the soft jingling of the clasps of a collar from the other room, and as such jumped in surprise when the very dog who currently heated my thoughts bumped his nose against my other paw, hanging off the edge of the mattress.

I didn't have to beckon him; he hopped up onto the mattress of his own accord, at first making me think that, perhaps, he could smell my arousal, but then curled up near my feet and watched me. It'd be wrong to tug him towards me and set onto him with tongue or paw, without first getting permission... though something told me that Hayley wouldn't really mind ("he's got a hell of a tongue, doesn't he?" she'd said to me after that one practice session), and... she didn't really show any distaste toward any mention of the act...

Everyone else was intoxicated by alcohol, and I was intoxicated by lust; it's my greatest vice. Even right after making the decision to not mess with Argyle - he looked like he was falling asleep anyway - I lifted myself up, wiggled out of my pants, and leaned forward over the dog. He opened his eyes, looked up at me, and thumped his tail against the blanket.

"Hey there, boy..." I breathed, reaching forward to pat his side. He lifted his head, sniffed at my muzzle, wagged more, and sprawled his body out as if he knew both that I wanted to give him more than pats as well as just what it was that I did want to give him. "How you doin'? Came up to spend the night near your uncle Lukas, huh? Or..."

He rolled easily over onto his back at the urging of a well-placed paw under one of his legs. Still he kept his eyes on me and tail wagging, while my own eyes were kept focused on one - two - parts of him, right there between his legs... full sack, slightly darker-furred than the rest of his body and hanging down a little, right below a just-as-plump sheath. Argyle was well-endowed enough that you could easily see the shape of his sheath hanging down under his belly while he walked, looking heavy, like you'd have a hell of a time trying to lift it up on your muzzle.

In fact...

When I shifted my position to lean down, Argyle rolled further onto his back and spread his legs a little, cementing in my mind the thought that he'd been well-trained. Perhaps we could share him sometime. It might have just been me, but I thought a faint huff rippled through his body at the contact of my nose to the side of his sheath, pressing into the soft, supple skin and lifting up a little.

The form of his cock could be felt hidden inside that soft sheath, especially when I moved up and lightly set my lips on him - it was soft, too, like the skin around it, slightly squishy but with the definite firmness inside. The leg that was held above my head kicked a little whenever I pressed my lips down around him, which I did while moving down along his sheath from the side... I'd never really had a chance to enjoy the feeling of a feral dog's sheath, so now when I was finally on my own...

Eyes cast back up along his body showed to me that a little reddish-pink point of flesh had worked its way out of the end of this sheath, along which I still traced my lips. Damn - I'd wanted to slip my tongue into it, see how deep I could dig, feel the warm velvet texture of the flesh pulsing and twitching while his length is urged further out... oh well. I could still shift down and press my nose against the base of his sheath, again sharing in his warmth and gentle scent - since ferals usually don't have as strong a musk as, say, either of my roommates - and then continued to slide down until directly in front of my eyes at the end of my muzzle waited his sack, full and heavy. His leg gave another little kick when I pressed my nose into there, into the even softer skin and spreading it out a little... oh, if Hayley could see me now, nose buried in her dog's balls. That'd be embarrassing.

Why stop here, though? After lifting my gaze up a little further to be sure that nobody was about to come down the hall or stairs, I tilted my chin down just a - little - further, so that my nose pressed up near the back of Argyle's sack and so my lips... brushed against the puckered flesh of his tailhole, which tensed up and then relaxed at the contact. This was something I'd never done before (not to a feral dog, at least), and I'd been wanting to for a while... of course I watched Argyle's face for his response while testing it out, brushing my bottom lip against his rim, pressing both to it, dragging a lip up it - but, ferals tend to be less... _emotive_than other sexual partners. At each contact, though, his response was a slight tensing, sometimes stronger than others - and then a particularly strong when when I parted my lips and slid my tongue forward against him.

This brought the most obvious reaction: his tail suddenly started wagging again and I think he even pushed back against my muzzle, burying my nose deeper in his sack while at the same time inviting me to slicken him up more thoroughly. If you've ever had your tongue under someone's tail before, rimming a feral dog isn't quite unlike that - though the tailhole itself is softer, more supple, gives way easier to an exploring tongue. It wasn't long before I'd shifted down far enough to full probe into him, lips closed around his pucker with tongue periodically slipping in and out of him, I could feel him clench and push back against me, especially when my paw moved its way forward, found his sheath, and started rubbing to urge his cock out.

I guess that was it for him: he suddenly scrambled up to his feet and I thought I'd gone too far, but instead of running off, Argyle just angled his body so that his rump remained in my face, tail raised and pucker steadily and unclenching in the air after moving away from my muzzle. The saliva that remained on him glistened in the light from the other room, and... well, I hadn't had my fill yet. The mattress squeaked as I pulled myself up into a sitting position, paw still around his legs urging his length the rest of the way out, and then squeaked again when Argyle shifted the positioning of his legs to allow me to wiggle closer.

I had to lift his tail up a little further with my other paw to resume rimming him, though now I just dragged the flat of my tongue all the way up his pucker, again and again. He tried to wag against my paw, so eventually, I just squeezed my eyes shut, let go, and let him; by now he'd also started the usual feral dog's thing of energetically thrusting forward when a paw is placed just right in front of his sheath, so it got a little tough to continue. That was alright, though. I had something else in mind.

He seemed to be receptive enough... the dog's ears flicked around, soon to be followed by his muzzle, when I got up to my knees and positioned myself behind him. At the pressure of the end of my cock to his tailhole, now well-lubricated by the considerable amount of licking I'd placed there, his tongue flopped back out of his mouth and his tail started swaying side to side. Interesting. If being six inches under his tail felt the same as having my tongue in him... I drew a slow, low breath and started to push in.

The entry was surprisingly easy, slow and slick and warm and deliciously tight; just like the times when I'd slid my tongue into him, I could feel Argyle's pulse and clenching on me, each pronounced one sending a resounding shiver through my body and inviting me to sink in further and further. His tail slow and stopped whenever I did the same - "oh, Hayley," I imagined saying the next day, "your dog is about as much of a power bottom as I am"... having not really topped too often before, this time I could tell what a past partner of mine had meant when he said "I could just hold you in place and fuck you, fast and hard"... a feral's tailhole was certainly something nice, much like a feral's tongue.

Makes you shiver all over, makes you suck in a light gasp through your teeth and then let it out in a slow sigh... here was a dog, male, the same one who I'd had under my tail at one time and then halfway down my throat at another, the same dog who loves it when you push him onto his side and run your tongue up the underside of his sheath, and also who apparently loves it when you do the same thing to his tailhole. The light taste of the dog's musk, gently spiced, enticing, lingered on my lip and tongue; I closed my eyes while continuing to push into him, deeper and deeper into the welcoming warmth until my hips pressed against his rump and the underside of the base of his tail on my lower belly.

Just the thought of being in this position, male dog in front of me, myself hilted under his tail... God, it was something. Imagine if I had someone fucking me, too, pounding into me so that I had to thrust into Argyle in turn... the feeling of him straining and pushing further back against me, just like how I do when there's someone of satisfying size in me, brought me back to the present, and I lurched back in a slow and steady pull-out. Saliva only did so much for lubrication, and after a certain depth under his tail it got a little rough - but he still had enough natural lubrication to electrify me into continuing, a little faster, a little harder. After establishing a steady rhythm pumping in and out of him, I leaned over, wrapped my arms around his body, and pressed the side of my muzzle against his neck.

The bad thing about being confined to the couch-bed for the night, even if it was with a dog just as horny and eager to get off as myself, was that the mattress squeaked with any sufficiently forceful movement. I half-considered moving him down to the floor to fuck him, but - god_damn_, it felt too nice sinking in and sliding back out of him to stop... once my rhythm had picked up a little, I started pulling entirely out of him and then pushing back in, tip to base, feeling his pucker stretch open to receive me and clench around my entire length, throbbing potently and probably leaking steadily increasing amounts of pre into him.

He had stopped wagging his tail, probably due to the pressure of my body squeezing down over his tail, but - I sort of lost track of where I was along the way of pounding into him, again and again and again, and let my mouth fall open in gentle panting; to show me that he was still having fun I guess, Argyle turned his muzzle and licked the side of my face, startling me a little and causing a hitch in my thrusts. Worked up by my thoughts earlier in the night, remembering past times... sure, I'd have been content to have his tongue on me working me up to orgasm, but hell, I was well on my way already.

Close enough that I didn't even really care anymore about trying to keep the mattress from squeaking. I straightened back up and moved my paws to the dog's rump, fingers pressing into his fur and feeling the sleek, taut muscles, the smooth skin, the warmth of his body, at once so similar to the same of a sexual partner who walked on two feet but definitely different, wonderfully so... one of my paws reached down around him and squeezed below his knot, thick and swollen, slick with musk and throbbing with periodic jets of pre over the fabric of the mattress. I'd felt those small, energetic spurts on my back, on my muzzle, on my tongue, in my throat, under my tail - and feeling them jet through his length was just as enjoyable. Tugging forward under that knot brought back some of the fast, hard thrusts expected of a male dog, like when he'd hopped up onto my back when I came over to 'play Battlefront'.

The noises rose and combined: my own raucous breaths and gentle moans, Argyle's panting, the squeaking of the mattress springs, the fast slapping of my hips against his rump with each thrust in, faster, harder - and then there was a quick hiss of breath in through my teeth, a rather forceful thrust forward, and then that breath released itself as a high, broken moan while someone else released itself deep into the dog, spurt after spurt, hot and thick and a heavy drain on my energy.

Warm pleasure rippling through me, it took what of my energy that remained to dislodge myself from six and a half inches under the dog's tail and then flop back on the mattress with a final loud squeak, chest rising and falling in unsteady, shaky breaths; Argyle started wagging again and turned his head back to look at me, though kept the rest of his body angled so I could see a slick drip of my cum rolling down from his slightly-stretched pucker. He looked contented, red cock still lazily throbbing beneath his belly, knot fully swollen and formidable. He sat down - on a spot of the mattress that wasn't covered by a blanket - and leaned over to lap between his legs; at the same time I reached up to wipe some sweat off my forehead, and just ended up smearing slick canine pre and cum into my fur.

God, I was exhausted - so much that I hardly bothered to clean up or tug my underwear back on before just throwing the blanket over my body and then promptly falling asleep, Argyle still lapping at himself at the foot of the mattress. Ah, how I'd like to do that for him...

~ ~ ~

The noise of the front door closing jarred me out of a misty and rather interesting dream. Argyle had apparently gotten up already, as he was nowhere to be seen - though there was a slightly darker stain on the surface of the mattress where he'd been, so I shifted the blanket over to cover that while at the same time adjusting my position to hide my own dream-induced complication. Hayley must have heard the mattress squeaking with the movement, as she poked her head out from the adjacent kitchen.

"Lukas is up!" she called to whoever else was in there, and then padded over with a plate in one paw. She looked like she put about as much effort into waking up as I had into cleaning up - the shortest shorts I'd ever seen and a thin white shirt, no bra. Then, quieter, to me: "So I guess you had fun last night?"

On the plate was a grilled cheese sandwich, apparently freshly made. I kept my gaze focused on that. "What?"

"I came downstairs to get a drink of water, turned the corner, and - well. I know what I saw, and you know, too."

Bright green eyes glittered at me when I _did_gather the strength to look up. She winked, which only magnified my blush. "I..."

At this, she grinned. "Back when I had a boyfriend, we figured out that Argyle likes it on his back. Just so you know. Oh, yeah, Lilith made the grilled cheese - it's pretty good..."