A Stormy Night to Remember
Tucker Long Jr. looked up at the darkening sky as he drove down a highway. The young terrier was terrified of storms, so much to the point that his mates have to comfort him. The small, young canine flipped the radio on in his car.
"...in effect until midnight tonight," said the newscaster. "I don't envy anyone out in the storm for the next hour or so. This radio station suggests going to the smallest room in your house that doesn't have any windows, or perhaps your bathroom." Tuck shivered and turned the radio off again, whimpering softly.
"I hate storms," he said, looking up at the sky again as he turned into his long driveway; a dirt road winding through a thick wood.
At the house up on the top of the hill, a very tall Great Dane's ears twitched. His brown body was quite well-built. A few hours at a gym per day did that, though he wasn't able to go to one for several weeks now since the accident. The Dane turned and limped across the porch back into the house, leaning against the kitchen wall. "Tucker's about to pull up," said Duke Pfeiffer, wincing slightly as he rubbed his leg, to his much smaller feline mate, Theodore. "Do you have everything?"
The young tabby was about the same age as Tucker, and smaller, but by comparison much braver when it came to storms. The orange cat nodded, picking up a small white bottle and tossing it to his canine mate, who popped a pill in his mouth and swallowed it. He was doing well in physical therapy, though he'd been taking a bit more Vicodin lately. "It's all in the bathroom."
"Thanks," he grunted, rubbing his leg a bit more. "Damn... I feel like House, only without the cane..."
"Or a Ph. D," chuckled Theodore Underwood, or Tee as he preferred to be called. The crunch of gravel in the driveway and the slam of a car door got their attention. "There's Tuck."
The Dane turned to the front door as it opened, the young terrier stepping in and immediately hugging his mate, causing the larger canine to grunt. "I hate storms," he whimpered softly, burying his face into Duke's chest. Tee walked up and hugged him as well.
"It's alright, Tuck. When the worst of the storm hits, we'll huddle up in the bathroom. It's a good thing we got that super-sized bathtub."
All three of them had different professions. Duke was a welder, though due to his injury, he had to put his job on hold until he healed. Lately he'd been working with the local paranormal investigators. Tee also had a blue-collar job, working as a plumber for Roto-Rooter. Tucker was terrified of fire and just about everything else, so he settled for a desk job as a newspaper columnist.
Tee turned up the radio just as lightening flashed outside the window, followed three seconds later by the rumble of thunder. Tucker whimpered and held tightly to his larger mate, shaking noticeably, the Dane wrapping an arm around the terrified terrier. "Shh... You're alright, pup..."
"I don't like storms," whined the terrier pitifully.
Tee shushed the scared canine, holding up the portable radio. "...in Springvale will be feeling the fists of the Wind God quite soon, so be sure to take cover now before it's too late."
All three of them looked at each other, then made a mad dash around the house, Duke making rather good time, turning off all the lights and unplugging everything that would be likely to get fried by any lightning bolts, then ran to the bathroom, where a very large tub, big enough for four, was set up with a large blanket, several pillows, three water bottles, and a large flashlight. They had their water turned off so that if they bumped the knobs by accident, the faucet wouldn't soak them. The three mates each stripped out of their clothing, climbing into the tub and snuggling close to each other. Tucker was still shaking as Duke wrapped his strong arm around him, licking the small canine's head gently. Tee pulled the blanket over them all just as the wind howled outside and the thunder crashed. Tucker whimpered, holding the smaller feline close and keeping his back snug against Duke's broad chest.
The Dane and the feline looked at each other, then down to Tucker, who was still shaking, even now. They couldn't blame him. Duke didn't like storms too much, either. Then again, he'd once been electrocuted by a power line during his old job, which admittedly is nowhere near the voltage of a lightning strike, but it was enough to nearly kill him.
The most storms ever did to Tee was make his tail frizzy and bottlebrush. He didn't really like that, but honestly, who would? "Tuck," said the feline after a moment, "is there anything we can do to help you relax?"
"What do you usually do, Tee?" replied the small canine, looking up at his feline mate. Tee looked at Duke, who reached down to rub along Tucker's belly, making the small terrier murr softly, his head resting on a pillow. "Mmm..." The crash of thunder shook the house, making them all jump, Tucker being affected the most as he pulled Tee into a tight hug, whining loudly.
Duke sighed a little, then after a moment perked an ear up, an idea coming to him. This may not be the best place to do this, but we've been in tighter spaces. Well, I have, anyway. Duke reached down, grasping Tucker's tail with a large paw, lifting it up to expose the small terrier's tailhole. After lubricating a finger with his saliva, he pressed against the star, then pushed it in. Tucker gasped a little and looked back at Duke, his eyes widened. Duke nodded, looking at Tee, who blinked, then nodded, ducking down under the blanket. After a moment, Tucker's back arched and he let out a little moan as he felt a certain rough tongue run across his sheath, which was already starting to thicken. The three's sex lives were quite active, but Tucker was a little apprehensive about this. He could hit his head on the side of the tub, or else a particularly loud crash of thunder could--
His thoughts were cut off by Duke pressing the tip of his large canine length against Tuck's tailhole, making the small canine gasp and moan. He vaguely wondered how Duke could get aroused at a time like this, and with an injury, but he wasn't complaining too much. When the tip popped in, making Tucker grunt softly, Duke placed his large, yet rather gentle paws on the smaller canine's waist, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he pushed forward, making Tucker let out a soft moan, his back arching.
Meanwhile, Tee was licking along Tucker's rather impressive exposed length, purring softly. That warm sandpaper tongue was driving the small terrier crazy. Tee and Tucker grew up together, becoming an official couple back when they were in college. After a moment of teasing, Tee took his canine mate's length into his mouth, going down about halfway as he bobbed his head, still purring and closing his eyes. As Duke pushed forward, inch after inch sliding into Tucker's rear, thunder crashed outside, causing Tuck to let out a loud yelp, his rear clenching tightly around Duke's length which was buried nearly halfway down, which was saying something, making the large dog to grunt. "Easy, Tuck... It's just thunder. It won't hurt you." Tucker was shaking again, though at Duke's words he slowly started to relax. Tee's tongue helped out a good bit as well.
"G-Gods," moaned Tucker, feeling the massive knot press against his tailhole. He'd only taken that knot once before. It hurt when it had popped in, but he got over it when he felt the resulting surge of his mate's seed. Tee stroked and bobbed is head, running his tongue across Tucker's own knot, causing a little pre to leak into his mouth. The three often joked that the feline would likely get second prize in a blowjob competition, just behind their neighbor who was notorious for once having at least eight men in his bed at the same time. Reportedly, all of them were drunk at the time.
Finally, Tucker relaxed enough for Duke to be able to start moving his hips back and forth, the length sliding across the smaller canine's prostate with each thrust, making Tucker groan and arch his back against Duke's chest. The Great Dane murred softly, continuing to pump his hips into Tuck's rear. Thunder crashed outside once more, but Tucker paid little mind, his brain having shut down all fears while he was safe in his mates' embrace.
It wasn't long before the two canines were groaning loudly, Duke's sac slapping against Tucker's thighs, his utterly massive length sliding quickly out of the terrier's tailhole. Theodore was a little jealous, but he knew he'd get a turn eventually. After all, this was to help Tucker calm down. He could tell he was doing a good job. Tucker was practically humping his maw. It wouldn't be long now.
Sure enough, Tucker let out a loud howl, his back arching as his seed spilled out into Tee's waiting mouth, the feline taking as much as he could, though he came to accept that Tucker was a gusher a good while ago and there was so much that it would be impossible for him to swallow it all. Duke, meanwhile, reached down, pretty sure that Tucker wouldn't want him to tie with him tonight as he gripped his own knot, simulating a tie and filling his smaller mate with his thick, warm cream.
After a moment, they collapsed, panting heavily. Tee slid back up, his head emerging from under the blanket and hugging Tucker close to his smaller body as Duke remained buried within his mate's rear. Soon enough, they heard low murrs and snoring as Tucker fell asleep. Duke and Tee chuckled softly, resting their heads on the pillows and soon joining Tucker in dreamland, not noticing that the storm had blown itself out.