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The light of the sun poured through the window of Danny’s quarters. And with it came the distant chirping of birds and the sounds of leaves swaying the morning breeze.

Slowly, Danny opened his eyes. He would have appreciated the natural awakening in comparison to the blasting of an alarm, but his mind was still hazed with the lingering images in his mind, carrying on from his fading dream. Just the bits and pieces that he could recall made the erection in his boxers throb.

It was easy to tell what caused this. And he allowed himself to keep thinking about it as he pulled his cock into the morning’s light. With a soft moan, he stroked himself to the thoughts he had. Bulls, horses, goats, and even pigs. There was no one in particular who stood out, they all excited him. In his mind he could himself pleasure them and being pleasured in turn, hearing them more and gazing into the looks of pleasure on their faces.

Grunting, he came, collecting his load into his palm. Now that he was woken up, he figured that it was best to take on the first day. Soon, he was dressed. Another thin shirt covered him but instead of another pair of pants, he thought it best to wear some shorts to fit in with the others who would be wearing them.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a knock at his door. Answering it revealed Gordie.

“Oh, you’re already up. Good. Come on, it’s time for our breakfast,” the bulldog actually looked excited, his usually gruff visage looking rather soft. He led Danny not the Stables, but to the ranch’s main house.

Inside, Danny was met with the familiar odor of bacon and eggs. Instantly his mouth watered and his stomach voiced its need for food, especially meat.

“We do this early in the morning, before the others are awake. They understand, but still,” Gordie explained, and Danny understood. It must have been uncomfortable to say the least, to see the products of your feral counterpart being cooked and eaten.

Sitting at the kitchen’s table was Niles and someone else, a toned looking husky. His fur was a gradient of gray and browns, accented by thick white fur.

“Hey, Danny. This is my brother, Rusty,” the shiba introduced.

“Hehe. Sorry, I missed you yesterday. I was off on a little mission,” the husky said.

“I’ll say,” Hudson said as he was flipping some bacon onto its other side. “You’re smooth talking got our new product approved.”

“You sure it won’t be too much for them?” Gordie asked.

Danny remained quiet. He wasn’t following what they were talking about, but he had a feeling that he would find out later.

“They should be fine, especially with the extra help,” the wolf said, giving the human a smile. “Show him around, will ya, Gordie?”

“Sounds fun,” the bulldog muttered to himself, his usual tone returning.

Soon enough, the meat was presented to them on plates. Fresh from the stove, still steaming hot, they all dug in. It had been a little while since Danny had something like this and the flavors were nearly ten times what they usually were.

“I’ll show you the ropes,” Gordie assured. “If I don't, no one will.”

“So,” Danny said, giving attention to the trio of Hudson, Niles, and Rusty. “I assume you’re Hudson’s other son?”

“Yeah, I am,” Rusty nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

“My boy’s a genius,” Hudson bragged. “Looking to get himself into college.”

“Come on, dad,” Rusty whined, his ears lowering. “You don’t have to tell everyone.”

“Hey, I got a right to be proud of my boy,” Hudson responded through a mouthful. “You and Niles are always making me proud everyday.”

“College,” Danny marveled. “What subject?”

“Agriculture of course. And a little bit of music,” Rusty explained, his fluffy tail thumping against the chair he sat in.

“He plays guitar,” Niles added, watching his sibling squirm.

“I hope it’s not prying. But how did you three...meet?” Danny asked.

“For some reason I always wanted kids,” Hudson grinned. “And it just made sense to give some that were given a bad hand another chance. Rusty was the first I adopted. He was five then. And Niles came two years later, and he was six. And seven years strong and I ain’t looked back.”

Danny found it rather sweet. He too had heard of the many kids left in the system, it was great to know that some of them were given a chance at having a parent. And now the two canines were budding adults. Niles was the same age as himself and Rusty was a year older, being 21 then.

“And now they’re gearing up to take on the world. Ol’ Rusty’s gonna be a campus man and Niles’ convinced he can dethrone his old man,” the wolf said with a playful smirk. The shiba chuckled and wagged his tail. “Alright. I’ve kept you all long enough. I’ll take care of the plates. Gordie, let them know that the new products got the greenlight and Danny can help you out.”

“Got it,” Gordie nodded, standing up from the table.

Danny thanked them for the breakfast and followed after the bulldog, still wondering what this new product was. So he just asked about it, to which the canine smirked.

“We finally got the patent we need to sell our new product: milk.”

“Milk? But there aren’t any cows here,” Danny mused.

“Not that kind of milk,” Gordie continued.

“You mean..?”

“It’s been an idea of Hudson’s for a while now. Selling crops is all well and good, but I gotta admit it is pretty smart to take advantage of all these strong guys. There’s a good profit to be made.”

Before any of that, Gordie and Danny first stopped at the fields. There Owain, Marlo, and Storm were at work, the bulls were milling the lands to make new plots while Storm was setting up the seeds for the late fall crops that would be ready by end of the coming season.

“How’s it looking, boys?” Gordie barked.

“The summer’s harvest is almost due and the soil’s looking good!” Storm called back.

“Good and uh… The boss’ idea got approved!” the bulldog revealed, making the others pause for a moment.

“What? I thought that was some kind of rumor or joke,” Owain said.

“Guess we're getting milked now, guys,” Storm snickered.

“Hmm…” Marlo seemed to be thinking, not actually giving any input.

Leaving them behind, Gordie brought the new farmhand to the barn. The space was rather empty inside save for a few items in corners. But the stand out were three things that were covered in thin, white sheets.

“Alright let me just…” the bulldog had to reach up, pulling the cloths off one by one, revealing three tall milking machines, made for frequent and heavy duty. “We got these in advance. And now it’s time they pay themselves off.”

Together, the dog and human got things prepared, making some stations around them with some extra furniture. By the machines were folding chairs and Danny got the idea to include small tables that had things like books to read.

“Not a bad setup. Now we just need someone to test it out. And I think I know who…”

Gordie was soon shoving TJ into the barn, ignoring the porcine’s protests.

“What? I haven’t even done anything.”

“Exactly. And this is how you can make yourself useful!” the bulldog grunted, pushing the pig forwards.

It was then that TJ noticed the milking machines. His reluctance faded at once and he was eager to sit down at the first chair, pulling down the zipper of his shorts. Danny found it amusing that they bothered to wear shorts but nothing more. There were no traces of underwear and he could only assume that was the case for the others.

“Alright, let’s just…” Working together, Danny and Gordie read the instructions on how to use and work the devices. All the while, TJ was getting more and more excited as they turned it on, watching the different speeds that the pump could do, jerking back and forth with nothing attached yet.

Gordie tasked Danny with fitting TJ and that required the human to get a bit familiar with the pig’s length. Next to him were various sizes of pumps. He reached down and actually touched his cock, feeling the heat and throbs it gave under his touch. Ignoring the pounding in his chest, he found the right size and after lubing the inside, he fit the pump over TJ’s cock, blushing as the porcine moaned.

Around his shaft, TJ could feel the lubed up walls of the device, they were soft and gel-like, already sending tingles through him. He watched as Danny attached the hose to the actual device.

“Ready?” he asked, getting a nod from both the dog and the pig.

He turned it on and started with some slow pumps to get started. They watched as TJ jumped and then groaned. Through the transparent pump, they could see the borders rubbing over the pig’s length, slipping up and down from tip to base.

“Whoa… It’s almost like a mouth…” He was already panting, gripping the sides of the seats. Pre was already being produced and sucked up through the tubing, eventually coming to dribble into the tank. Those pig’s heavy balls were producing ample fluids, already filling up the tank’s bottom with pre alone.

“We should get a lot out of TJ alone. And it’ll keep him busy,” Gordie chuckled as he turned around. “See if you can get two loads out of him.” He then left the human and pig alone.

“How does it feel?” Danny asked, more than a little curious.

“S-so good…” TJ moaned, groaning as he gripped the seat harder. His cock throbbed and another spurt of pre was taken into the tube. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.”

“That’s good,” Danny assured. “Just let it go.”

TJ gave a sudden jerk of his hips, snorting as he came. His load poured into the pump, being sucked up by the tube and unloading the warm substance into the tank. All the while, the porcine rode out the pleasure, grunting and huffing as the pump was still stroking him off, caressing him with its slickness and tight hold.

Danny cut the power to give the pig a little break. “Whoa. It’s nearly half full.”

“Hehe. That’s what being a pig gets you,” TJ said, catching his breath.

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“Heya, champ!” Storm greeted as Danny entered the Stables. “How goes things?”

“Well, we tested the milking machines on TJ. And it was a success. We got three loads out of him,” Danny explained, sitting down at the table, opposite of the horse. “So what’s going on with you?”

“I had to keep count of the crops, but that’s easy for me. We’re gonna have a lot to ship out to the markets. We’re all sure it’s gonna be the biggest harvest we’ve ever had…” Storm leaned over the table, now whispering. “But try not to jinx it, alright?”

“Got it,” Danny nodded.

Then TJ came in, but he said nothing. He looked pretty tired and went off to the quarters immediately.

“Looks like you did a number on him. I don’t know whether to be excited or nervous when the time comes.”

“You sure you can do farmwork and milking?” Danny asked.

“That’s what we're all wondering, but it won’t hurt to try,” Storm concluded.

Through the day, Danny and Gordie hooked those set to be milked to the machines. And things seemed to be going well, but it was clear that the process took a lot out of them, all the more so when they were going for multiple loads to really fill up the tanks. Hudson had more or less instructed them to milk the others dry and they took that order to heart.

While Danny was sealing the tanks, trying to ignore the musky smell that wafted in his nose or the heat that bled through the glass against his fingers. Gordie told him that the rest would be taken care of. That left the two farmhands to survey how the workers fared after being milked. Even after a whole nap, it was easy to tell that they couldn’t put as much into it as they usually did.

“How are you feeling?” Danny asked Storm when the day’s work was over. The horse had his arms draped over the table, his face buried in them.

“Drained…” he mumbled around them.

“It’s just like I thought, boss. We can’t milk them and have them work,” Gordie explained.

“Why can’t they do it after work?” Rusty suggested.

“That’s their personal time. The guys work hard and I’m not gonna take any of that away from them,” Hudson sighed. He could see from the jars that Gordie brought that it was a success. There was a lot to work with. Even unfiltered, they could make quite the sum. “What we need is a dedicated milker, someone who’s actually made for something like this.”

“Another hire, huh?” the bulldog asked.

“Yes, but this one is different. Instead of entry level, we need someone experienced,” Hudson clarified. “I’ll make some calls. For now the milking project is halted. Tell the guys I appreciate their effort.”

After taking another nap and getting some food courtesy of their boss, the group was feeling much better. They were all back to their usual selves, but Danny said nothing as he got his fill.

“Hey, what’s with that look?” Owain asked.

“Huh. Oh. I just feel kind of bad for putting you guys through all that,” Danny admitted. “If I’d know it would have literally drained you guys, I would have gone for just one round.”

“Ah, don’t worry about that. Yeah, we were down but we’re not out. It was Hudson’s idea after all,” Storm assured.

“This isn’t the first project to go belly up. At least we got off from it,” Owain assured.

“Well, the boss is looking for another new guy. Someone who’s got experience in being milked,” Gordie assured them.

“So it’ll be just him?” Storm asked. “Just two rounds left my body feeling weak. How’s one guy supposed to endure a day’s worth of milking.”

“Beats me, but you know the boss.”

The others agreed and continued eating the spread provided to them. It did well to replenish their strength.

[center]***[/center]

“Heads up!” Storm called. The ball was passed to him and he kicked into the goal for his team.

A game of soccer was started just by Owain kicking a ball around. He had teamed up with the clydesdale and were going against the team of Ryan and Riley; the two came back after dropping those filled jars off to a buyer who proved to be very enthusiastic, paying more than expected.

Now the twins were determined to get one up on the bull/horse duo. They were three points down but wore their own grins of confidence.

On the sidelines, Danny was watching the game play out, cheering for the twins, despite being called a traitor by Storm and Owain. Sitting next to him was Marlo. The large bull said nothing as he twiddled a flower in his grip.

“Great game, huh?” he asked, not really sure what to say to the mostly quiet bovine.

“Sure is.” Marlo simply said.

“So, how are things?”

“Just fine. Thanks.” he didn’t even look in the human’s direction.

Everyone else on the ranch he could pin down, but Marlo just gave him nothing to work with. And every time Danny was in the long haired bull’s presence he felt strange. Like there was something he should be saying, but what?

“We won!” Owain cheered. He and Storm high fived before throwing themselves at the goats. “Dogpile!”

“Hey, Danny! Get in on this!”

Admittedly, the human was glad to have a reason to leave Marlo’s side. He rushed forward and did the same as them, diving on top of their larger bodies. Together they all laughed. Surrounding the human was the scent of musky bodies and fresh sweat. As they eased up and stood, he could see their pelts shimmering with it. They all wore shorts, but he could see a bulge in Storm’s.

“Ugh! The water’s not flowing!” Prince complained as he approached. “Can someone go check the tower?”

“Sure thing, your highness,” Owain said, doing a courtesy.

“Just hurry up,” the hog groaned.

“I might need some backup,” the bull admitted.

“I’ll go then,” Danny offered.

“I knew I could depend on the farmhand. Come on.”

It already looked big from his window’s view, but standing before the tower itself he marveled at its size. He wondered just how much water it could hole. Snapping him out of it was Owain looking around at the main pipework.

“Well the water was flowing just an hour ago… Oh not again…”

“What’s wrong?” the human asked.

“This thing’s kinda old and sometimes the water just doesn’t get moving like it’s supposed to.”

“So what do we do?” Danny asked.

“Well, we usually just jump start it and everything goes back to normal.” That jump start in question was a manual pump. “Once we get the water flowing ourselves, it usually sorts itself out.”

“Why don’t you just get a new one?” Danny asked as he approached the crank.

“What’s the fun in that?” the bull chuckled. “Stuff like this is what makes farm life fun. A little struggle makes you really appreciate all the times the water flows just fine. Now just grab it and pull it down.”

Danny grabbed the crank and tried to pull it down. It came a bit but seemed to get stuck, not budging an inch even as the human continued to tug on it.

“Here. Let me…” the bull got behind and Danny felt himself blushing as arms much thicker than his own reached out. Owain gripped the cranked and counted down. Once they reached ‘1’ the two of them pulled down together, grunting as the crank creaked and finally gave way. It came down and then back up. They continued to pump the lever until they heard it flowing on its own again.

“T-that should do it…” Owain panted.

Danny agreed and he realized that his current position was nearly bending over. Not only was the bull close behind him, but he could feel his backside pressed against him. More specifically, there was something that was forming against his ass. Nearly choking on his breath, he eased up and let go.

“Looks like we took care of it,” Danny said, doing his best to play it cool.

“Yeah, I guess we did,” the bull nodded.

The smell of him was heavy, now even sweatier from the effort he just put into moving the lever.

“I...should make sure the water stays flowing. How about you tell Prince that everything’s just fine?”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

The bull watched as the human left and groaned. He just barely fought back the twitching in his shorts. He felt it. Danny’s ass. It brushed against him. Owain thought he would be prepared for this, but his mind was soaring just from the most subtlest of touches.

He pulled his shorts down, exposing his large cock. With no time wasted, he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping away at his length. In his mind the bull could picture himself doing more than just grazing his cock over the tight looking backside. If only that hadn't come as such a shock, that was the perfect time to work some charm. And maybe this fantasy could have been a reality.

Now he just had to imagine an alternate course where he charmed the human and was now pushing himself inside, getting to experience what it felt like inside. As the fantasy continued, he drifted his hand up and down, faster and faster, now seeing himself really rutting like a bull should, wafting his shaft disappear and reappear, maybe there would be some squeezes given while deep inside.

Huffing, Owain was done in by his dirty visions, cumming hard on the ground in front of him. At least he knew that his balls had something to give once more. Even though his lust had melted away with his climax, the bull still found himself thinking about the human. He was rather nice and cute, being the most unique of the crew. The bull feared that it was only a matter of time before someone laid claim to him. He had to be the one that got Danny’s attention, to sweep him off of his feet. That, he was sure of.

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“Well. Thank you,” Prince said. “Now if you excuse me.” He went off to take a shower, in much better spirits.

Feeling rather good about that, Danny went off to see what the others were up to. They were no longer playing soccer and even Marlo was gone. The day was wrapping up, with a shade of orange blanketing the countryside skies. Perhaps they were gathered for dinner?

“Daniel.”

The human turned around to see Rusty approaching. “There you are. Come on. My dad’s invited you to dinner.”

“Oh, alright.”

He followed and was soon back inside of Hudson’s home, being seated next to Gordie.

“Where the hell were you? I looked all over the place.”

“The water stopped flowing, so I helped Owain start it back up. And then I went back to tell Prince.”

“I knew I forgot something,” Gordie groaned. “I was meant to tell TJ about that. He can fix it up again.”

“Enough work talk, boys,” Hudson interrupted, arriving with a meatloaf. “Fresh from the oven.”

“Looks amazing,” Danny admitted.

“Just wait until you taste it,” the bulldog fidgeted in his seat.

And he was right. It was the best meatloaf he ever had. His asking for seconds was a huge compliment to the wolf. And paired with it was some of Niles’ lemonade. It was the perfect thing to wash it all down.

“I see you’re already adjusting to farm life,” Hudson said.

“Smells like it too,” Gordie chuckled to himself.

“You’re one to talk,” Danny teased back.

“So, how did that call go?” the bulldog asked.

“Better than expected. We have a guy and he’ll be here the day after tomorrow. We’ll go and pick him up from town.”

“A new guy?” Danny asked, “Besides me?”

“He’ll be on milking specifically. So, I would love it if you two could make the barn a bit more comfortable. Maybe do what you did for Danny here.”

“Sure thing.” Gordie agreed.

“Yeah, sounds fun,” Danny added.

“Thanks, boys.”

The bulldog felt it best to tackle it now so they wouldn’t have to worry about it later. There were plenty of things piled up in the barn’s corners. And the bulldog proved to be rather creative. With the human’s help they heaved and cleaned some things off, soon making a quaint little space for him and even a place for the jars to be placed.

“This place will be mostly his, but the others can still be milked from time to time. I’ll just adjust the schedules for those days,” Gordie said aloud.

“Wow. You sure do a lot,” Danny complimented.

“It’s my job. Not only am I the resident guard dog, but I’m also the supervisor of this place,” the bulldog revealed. “I’m the boss’ right hand man.”

“Wow. No wonder always…”

“Barking orders?” Gordie chuckled. “Someone has to keep this colorful crew in line.”

“Oh, and thanks for the space. I really love it,” Danny said. “You should come check it out. It’s not much, but I added a few things here and there.”

“Sure thing,” the bulldog agreed.

And the two of them were soon in the space, looking around at the small decorations that were now added to the space.

“Hmm, not bad.”

The bulldog was still admiring when his nose caught the hint of something that led him to that wall. He sniffed it and picked up the unmistakable scent of cum against the wall.

“Damn it! Did TJ sneak in here again?” he growled. “I’m gonna…”

“N-no,” Danny interrupted. “T-that’s mine.”

“Oh. Already breaking this place in, huh?” Gordie chuckled, easing up. “Then I should probably get out of your hair.”

“Oh, where do you sleep?” the human asked.

“Oh you know, just about anywhere. I’m not really a fan of the Stables…”

Hearing that, the other male was adamant. “Then stay with me. If you want…”

“Why the hell not?” the canine asked. He was preparing to curl up on the floor, but the human drew attention to the bed. Slowly, the bulldog climbed on top of it, sitting next to him.

“You mind if I..?” Gordie asked. But he was already pulling down his shorts, exposing his sheath and balls. They fell to the ground and more of his scent was fed into Danny’s nose. It was much stronger in the closed space than it would be outside. Before he knew it, the human was leaning closer to the dog.

“Oh uh…”

“No problem,” Gordie chuckled. “Got a thing for scents too. You’ll get plenty of that here.”

With a smile on his face, Danny openly indulged in the other male’s scent, feeling more confident behind closed doors. He started at the dog’s chest, but was slowly drifting towards Gordie’s pit, taking a whiff of the smell coming directly from it, humming in delight.

As Gordie watched, he was getting more and more excited, the tip of his cock peaked from his sheath, showing a prominent red against his white pelt. When Danny pulled back and lifted his head, the bulldog acted, pressing his muzzle to the human’s lips, groaning in delight as he felt the warmth of the other male against him.

The kiss only intensified from there, the two of them were moaning against each other as Gordie pushed him down. In his mouth, Danny could feel a broad tongue pushing inside. He was soon on his back with the musky bulldog draped over his own body. Danny’s hands pressed to Gordie’s chest and that led to him again tracing over his bulky frame, reaching out further to feel the anthro’s back before hooking around it.

Only once had Danny done something like this, but it might as well have been the first time. He continued to hum in excitement, now sucking on Gordie’s tongue before twirling his own against the other male’s. But the canine's was much bigger and stronger, overpowering him and filling his mouth with its taste.

Gordie’s own paws were trailing along Danny’s body, starting at his chest but moving low until they reached his shorts, slowly he pulled them and the underwear underneath down. The human cooperated by reaching one of his hands down to slip them off of one leg, leaving the other to get it off completely, leaving his lower half entirely exposed. Now a paw was cupping and squeezing one of his cheeks.

Pulling his tongue out, the bulldog and human panted. Their voices being the only sound in the space. Looking down his body, Danny gasped as he saw the canine’s half erect cock between his legs. With his heart pounding, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the sweaty dog’s length.

Gordie groaned and gave a small buck of his hips against the touch, coaxing more of his rod to slip out. “Eager aren’t we?”

“You’re not making it easy to resist,” Danny admitted. “You’re so nice, but you’re pretty sexy too. You got a nice body and...god, your smell.”

“After a hard day’s work,” the bulldog chuckled. Another light thrust swung his balls against the human’s hand, making him gasp. They were rather plump, hanging a bit low in their fuzzy sack. “How about you give them a taste?”

Nodding, Danny felt the weight shifting as Gordie spread his legs, easing his body along, closer and closer until the balls hung right over the human’s lips. There was nothing to be said, not when the smell of them filled Danny’s lungs. With his mouth watering, he opened it, welcoming the spheres that were lowered onto his tongue.

He started out with slow licks to make sure the canine really felt it. It tugged at the smooth fur and orbs underneath, giving him the full taste of sweat. Above him he could hear a groan followed by a breathy moan. Gordie’s body lowered until he was just barely sitting on his face. In his nose was now the strong musk wafting from the dog’s butt. Not missing a beat, more licks were given to the sack, being faster and with a bit more pressure.

More rocks of his hips were given, grinding his balls along the textured tongue. Groaning, Gordie pawed at his own cock, pumping up and down the musky length, clenching his teeth as his knot popped out, bringing a flash of heightened pleasure.

“Yeah… Keep tonguing my balls. Get a nice taste of them.” Though it was just his balls, he could feel pleasure radiating through him, leading to a whine as a drip of pre came to his hip. A shudder ran down his spine, making his tail tremble.

A surprise came when those now spit slathered nuts popped from Danny’s mouth. The human slunk a little lower and pressed his tongue to the hole just below. The whole time, the deep musk that emanated was driving him crazy. He couldn't help but ease his way in, soon licking and tasting the bulldog’s walls, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could.

Gordie’s breath nearly caught in his throat. A sudden influx of pleasure made his whole body shake. As loud as he wanted to moan, he didn’t want to draw the attention of the others.

With a pair of wet balls over his face and his tongue pushed deep inside of the canine’s ass, Danny was in total heaven, finally giving in to all the subtle teases that working with these anthros brought. From their bodies, to their casual nudity, and especially the smells of sweat that clung to them so heavily…

When he had his fill with the tight hole, he eased off and noticed the fully erect length that protruded from its sheath. A dark red, veiny dogcock awaited him, already producing precum that ran down the underside and knot.

“Wanna taste something else?” the bulldog teased. He was already angling his hips to ease the cock towards Danny’s mouth, to which the human opened up and greeted the tip by wrapping his lips around it, already sucking off the strong tasting, watery precum.

Moaning for real, Gordie pushed into the sucking mouth, shoving his inches inside, rolling it over the moving tongue. More squirts of the pre came out, shooting right onto it, feeding Danny the wonderfully bitter taste. It was so hot in his mouth, pulsing and its odor was even stronger so close up. The canine, being more than roused, forwent the teasing pleasure in favor of suddenly jerking his hips, humping his cock against Danny’s tongue, growling as he did so.

“Damn, your mouth is so soft. Keep sucking on it,” he pressed most of his length in, reaching to the back of Danny’s throat before pulling back, gritting his teeth as his sensitive underside slid against the bumpy texture of those taste buds.

Danny was at the bulldog’s mercy, his weighty body looming over him. As the rocks of those strong hips got stronger, the bed itself was starting to shift from the motions. Gordie had eased more of his body over him, gripping the headboard and spreading his legs even more. Now his cocktip was aligned perfectly with that throat beyond the teasing tongue.

Even harder and faster, the clearly pent up canine was now rutting that hot mouth, pressing his wet knot against those soft lips. He quickly got used to the feeling of the other male’s body pinned underneath his own and the thumps of his balls slapping against Danny’s chin.

With his eyes closed, Danny was prepared for that feeling but still gave a slight gag once his throat was breached. Another push down came, sliding the shaft into his windpipe. His tongue worked over the rest that did not reach, being fed more squirts of precum for his efforts.

With a rumbling growl rising from his chest, Gordie was drooling on himself as he rode out the incredible pleasure. He had been too busy to do some fooling around and his rough treatment was the product of that. It was almost a primal desperation to spill the seed that had been building up for a while now.

Danny had adjusted, now kissing the knot as it pressed to his lips while working his tongue and swallowing around the tip that reached down his throat. For the bulldog, the pleasure was building immensely. His whole body felt warm, only leading to him feeling more pleasure. His licked hole still tingled, and those slapping balls sent shivers every time they wetly hit Danny’s chin.

“D-Danny…” the bulldog’s voice was strained. “I’m getting close.” His claws were digging into the headboard as he went as fast his body allowed, panting hard against the building pleasure, rising higher and higher. All previous attempts to keep noise down were forgotten as the bulldog let out a howl from his powerful climax. A dopey smile spread across the bulldog’s muzzle as his balls drew up, pulsing hard. From them the dog’s hot, sticky load shot into the human’s mouth. Against the pleasure, he was still thrusting, using the pleasure to get as much as he could, groaning from every spurt that came out.

Danny’s mouth was filled with a thick substance, powerfully bitter in the best of ways. He drank it down, moaning himself as the warm load poured down his throat, heating up his body even further. When Gordie pulled out, he was spent, but thoroughly satisfied, letting out a whine as he fell back, his cock slipping from the softly sucking mouth.

“Damn…” the dog muttered.

There was silence that followed before Gordie called to Danny again.

“I’m glad you’re here,” the bulldog admitted. He looked over and saw that the human was fully erect. Rolling over, the stocky bulldog pounced on it and Danny moaned loudly as his cock was suddenly engulfed in a hot, sloppy hold.

A long tongue was curling around his shaft, touching so much area in one go. And the dog’s saliva was so warm and slick. He knew that some dogs like bulldogs drooled, but it was working to their full advantage. Just feeling the mouth bobbing up and down was like using an overly lubed toy. His dick slid around so easily, being coated by a thick layer of dog spit.

Gordie was sucking on the other male’s cock like it was a quality bone, licking and sucking hard,

taking the tip down his throat all too easily.

With how pent up he was himself and from the arousal that came from inhaling direct musk and having his cock sucked so roughly, Danny didn’t have time to cry out before he came in inside of Gordie’s mouth, listening to the canine hum in pleasure, his tongue swiping even more to lick up the cum the moment it gushed from his tip.

Once he was done, the bulldog was still softly licking until it was soft, letting it flop from his mouth. It was glistening in the moonlight that filtered through the window.

“That was...amazing,” Danny panted.

“Thanks, and I needed that,” Gordie agreed.

He eased down into the bed properly. There was just enough room for them and Danny found the dog’s body warm and soft enough to not need a blanket. The scent of sex and sweat was still heavy in the air and brazenly huffing at the bulldog’s pelt soon lulled him to sleep. And Gordie didn’t need much more than the pleasure that lingered from his strong orgasm, soon snoring peacefully, pressing his body close to the human’s.