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“So, about this boyfriend of yours…”

The Golden Retriever shifted uncomfortably. The registration line behind him just waiting and watching, hoping that they could get their badges next.

“Well, he—”

“I told you; he doesn’t exist!” Cooper said, the Mastiff elbowing the Husky sitting next to him at the table. “All this talk about this ’new boyfriend’ of yours that you ’met’ across the pond.”

The Husky snickered.

“Look, Max,” the Borzoi said, resting her long nose on her paws, “if you don’t want us to introduce you to someone, that’s fine, but—”

“I’m. Right. Here.”

The table fell silent.

The three dogs at the registration table looked around for the source of that voice, but there was nothing. Then, Loki pointed at the edge of the table where a small black lump was peering over. The dogs leaned over the table, now being able to see a black-and-tan Dachshund wearing a spiked collar, arms crossed, and tapping one footpaw constantly.

“Oh, I, ehrm, didn’t see you there, buddy,” Cooper said.

The Husky leaned over to the Mastiff’s ear and whispered, “I thought he was a plush toy…”

“A toy?!” The Dachshund shouted, puffing his chest and pointing at himself. “I’ll have you know that I’m actually quite tall for someone of my breed!”

The trio of dogs looked at Max. Compared to the Golden Retriever, the Dachshund was only at waist height. If that.

The Dachshund snorted jumped to place his ID on the table.

“Thank you…” Cooper looked at the ID, “Bruce?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Bruce rolled his eyes.

The Mastiff looked nervously at his companions before starting to rummage the nearby boxes looking for the small dog’s badge.

“I’m sorry, Max never told us that you were…” the Borzoi cleared her throat. “Never mind. I’m Ellie, and these are Cooper, my partner, and Loki. We’ve known Max for a few years, and, uhm, I hope…”

“Found it!” Cooper took out the Dachshund badge. He presented it with a wide grin on his head. The Dachshund snatched the piece of plastic without saying any other words, and then grabbed the Golden Retriever’s paw, dragging him to the next table for his Sponsor goodies.

“But wait, babe, I haven’t registered yet!”

“So, are we still going to go have dinner with them?” The Mastiff asked.

“We already promised,” Ellie replied. “Besides, he’s Max’s boyfriend. How bad could he be?”

“Guess we’re about to find out.”

The trio arrived at the hotel’s restaurant, their shift at the registration done for the day. Just at the entrance, Max waved at them, a wide smile on his face. Meanwhile, the Dachshund glared at them from behind his boyfriend’s leg.

“Hey, glad to see you could come!”

“Y-Yeah,” the Borzoi said.

Ellie looked at Cooper, the Mastiff telling her with his eyes, Hey, you were the one who wanted us to come. All the while Loki looked around the room, seemingly completely unaware or uncaring about the whole situation.

“Well, let’s go!” The Golden Retriever said, heading to the Maître D’; his shadow closely following behind.

The Border Collie brought them to their table. Five chairs, as expected, and all of them taller than the Dachshund. As Ellie, Max, and the rest took a seat, the waitress leaned over to the Golden Retriever’s ears.

“We have some high chairs available if you’d prefer—”

“No need,” Bruce interrupted. He walked in front of Max’s chair, placing both paws between his boyfriend’s legs. Then, just as his snout pressed against the Golden Retriever’s crotch, he lifted himself to stand on the chair, before turning around and sitting on his boyfriend’s lap. “See? I fit just fine here.”

“Oh, I see…” The Collie gave an uncomfortable look to the rest of the table, who returned it in kind. “Well, here are the menus. Someone else should be coming to take your order shortly.”

Someone else…

The Collie left, giving everyone at the table an excellent excuse to remain silent as they looked at their options, though still being reminded of the Dachshund presence by his constant blabbering.

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“Nah, too expensive.”

“Turn the page.”

“No, go back!”

To be honest, it almost felt like the Golden Retriever was more so handling the menu for his boyfriend, rather than trying to look for anything for himself. Almost, since from time to time, Max would mention something that he’d like to get, only to be shot down by his “lap dog”.

“Are you ready to order?” A chocolate Labrador said. A waiter this time.

“I—“ Ellie started, only to be interrupted by the Dachshund.

“I’ll have the Egg Burger,” Bruce said, closing the menu before giving it to the waiter. “And he’ll be getting a Classic one.”

“No pickles,” Max added, his ears tucked back.

The Labrador noted it all down before continuing with the rest of the table. After he left, the table once again fell silent. The only sound coming from when, from time to time, the Dachshund moved to poke at the Golden Retriever’s stomach; or when he tilted his head back to lick under Max’s snout, piercing the Golden Retriever with his collar and even poking some holes in his shirt.

“So, Bruce,” Ellie finally spoke, trying to break the uncomfortable silence, “Do you go to other anime cons often?”

“Not really,” the Dachshund shrugged. “I don’t like anime, but it’s one of the few times when someone has vacation days available.”

Max grimaced.

“Oh, I see…” Well, there goes that small-talk topic down. “So, what other things you like to do on your spare time?”

“Work keeps me too busy, so usually don’t have much time for anything.”

Ellie looked at her companions, asking for help.

“So,” Loki said, “which one of you is… I mean, given the size difference and all—”

The Borzoi kicked the Husky from below table, shutting him down.

Thankfully, their drinks arrived shortly after, giving them once again an excuse to be silent. As the evening went by, the staff trio started to talk among themselves, Max joining them soon after. The table started to liven up, though Ellie could not help but see the Dachshund from the corner of her eyes. Bored from all these conversations that had nothing to do with him.

That is until their food arrived.

For perhaps the first time since they met him, the Dachshund’s eyes started to shine. He grabbed the burger as soon as it was placed in front of him, and took one big bite after another, even licking some spilled yolk straight from the plate.

When he was halfway through, he looked up at his boyfriend, egg still dripping from his maw.

“Something the matter?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Max said. “It’s just…”

Bruce followed his partner’s claw to his burger. The top bun had been taken off and plastered on it were a few slices of pickles. The Dachshund grew annoyed again and jumped off from the chair.

“No, babe, it’s—”

“Oy, lady!” The Dachshund shouted, “He said No pickles!”

The Dachshund ran around, trying to get the attention of their waitress, while the Golden Retriever covered his eyes with one paw. Not being able to look at his friend’s faces…

Max looked at his phone.

Unsurprisingly, Ellie and Cooper did not seem to have gelled with Bruce that well. As for Loki, the Husky seemed to like him. Or at least didn’t seem to mind him as much.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The Dachshund said from across their hotel room. He had already taken off his collar and shirt, leaving him completely naked as was usually the case when it was just the of them together. Bruce approached the bed and squeezed himself under the Golden Retriever’s arms to look at his boyfriend’s phone.

Almost as if on cue, a new message arrived from Ellie.

“It’s, like, he’s walking all over you.”

“What!?” The Dachshund shouted, standing on the bed. “I’m not—”

“Babe,” The Golden Retriever tried calming his partner down, but the Dachshund just continued to walk from one side of the bed to another. Bruce often did that when he was thinking. Or anxious. Often both.

“Walking all over you?” The Dachshund shouted. “I’ll show them walking over you. Hell, I’m even sure that you’d like it!”

Before the Golden Retriever could say something, he felt one of the Dachshunds stubby legs stepping on his stomach and taking all his breath away. It was soon followed by his other leg, this time resting on the Golden Retriever’s chest.

“Now, this is walking all over you…”

Bruce grinned before lifting the paw he had on his boyfriend’s stomach, placing it atop the Golden Retriever’s snout, his nose firmly nested underneath the Dachshund’s toes. Without even waiting for an order, Max took one long, deep whiff. Then, he took his tongue out and started to lick at the pads beneath.

“Heh, I knew you’d like that. You bbbbb—!” The Dachshund bit his tongue.

Max smiled as he continued to lap at those toes.

Bruce stood on the bed again, reaching for the clicker on the nightstand. He activated it as he gave one command.

“On position,” the Dachshund ordered.

Max turned around so he was lying on his chest. Then he got on his knees, head still on the bed, and tail pointing at the Dachshund’s face. The small dog’s claws lightly graced the Golden Retriever’s right cheek as a bottle popped open behind him. A wet and cool sensation made it’s way over the Golden Retriever’s hole, soon followed by the Bruce’s sharp thumb starting to rub the lubricant all over it. Once the Dachshund was sure that his boyfriend was ready, he slightly stretched the Golden Retriever’s hole before stepping forward and into him.

Max clutched the bed sheets. While Bruce was short, he was definitely not small. Actually, he’d probably argue that the Dachshund was bigger than Cooper (or at least what he remembered from when they used to have their “sleepovers”). Maybe not as big as Loki, but it wasn’t unusual for the Husky to dwarf the two of them in more ways than one.

The Dachshund continued trusting in and out, firmly grasping the Golden Retriever’s waist to ensure he’d not pop out. Something that had happened their first time. In fact, there were lots of things that were not happening since their first time.

While not many would be able to notice it, Bruce had changed. He used to be way more direct, way more hostile and abrasive when they had first met, and Max could not deny that was part of what attracted him to the Dachshund in the first place.

But as time went on, Bruce became softer, more tender. He was trying to be a good dog for his boyfriend, even if he still slipped back to his previous persona from time to time.

“I’m coming…”

Max braced himself, soon feeling the warm liquid flooding his insides. Bruce popped out shortly after. No knotting was his only rule when it came to bed. The Dachshund was a cuddler, and with such a big partner, he couldn’t afford to be tied to him for who knows how long while it deflated.

Max lay on the bed again, Bruce pushing the Golden Retriever with one paw so that he was now resting on his back. The Dachshund sat on his boyfriend’s chest as he examined his sheath.

“Looks like you’re not finished yet,” Bruce said, wetting his lips before bending over and gulping the Golden Retriever’s rocket. A thing he seemed to enjoy almost as much as, if not more than, being on the receiving end.

Max twitched with every suck. Tightening his legs around the Dachshund’s head, Max leaned forward, his boyfriend’s plump ass just a tad bit too far. He tried taking out his tongue to see if he could reach, and he briefly managed it, his tongue quickly traversing across the Dachshund’s crack before he fell back again. Annoyed, the Golden Retriever leaned forward one more time, this time managing to bite one of the Dachshund’s cheeks.

Bruce yipped at the teeth, but his sucking intensified.

Max went back down and smiled. Did he know his boyfriend or what? In fact…

Just right next to his head were Bruce’s footpaws. Max had never understood the appeal of them but still grabbed the paws and started to lick the soles and arches. Sucking on those toes. The Dachshund moaned and tried to take off his head from the Golden Retriever’s meat, but Max shifted his right leg to keep him in place.

He was going to stay there and get him off, one way or another.

The Golden Retriever continued worshipping the Dachshund’s paws. Not because he liked them, but because he knew that made Bruce happy. Until he locked his legs arounds the Dachshund’s head, giving one last trust before his seed started to flow.

Bruce snorted, the pressure too hard and too quick, but managed to drink it all the same.

Once spent, Max finally let go of his lover.

“I need to have you eat more fruits,” Bruce said, still licking his chops. He then went back to the top of the bed and lay next to the Golden Retriever, draping one of the yellow arms around him like a blanket.

Max tightened his left arm, pulling the Dachshund closer, and started to groom the small dog’s head.

“I wanted to give a good first impression…”

“I know, babe,” the Golden Retriever said, this time lapping the bridge of the Dachshund’s nose. “You should still apologize though.”

“But they—!”

Max lightly nipped at his boyfriend’s snout.

“Fine, fine, I will…” Bruce pouted.

Max resumed his grooming.

“I’m aware that I can be difficult at times…” Bruce’s eyes started to water, “I know we’ve talked about this before, but if you were to catch feelings for someone else—"

Max bit his boyfriend again. The pair looked at each other for a few seconds, before the Golden Retriever increased the intensity of his grooming. Giving longer and rougher licks, stretching the Dachshund’s skin with every lap. Then, going below his floppy ears to lick at the holes beneath them.

“Nooooooo, stop it! You mutt!”

And Max would not stop.

Because that was the thing about being Bruce’s boyfriend. Learning when he was being sincere and when to just ignore him. Being there to comfort him whenever Bruce felt he was not good enough for him. And, yes, even apologizing to others every once in a while for things that the Dachshund had done.

Sure, Bruce had made a scene for something minor today, but Max had to agreed that he was right. The Golden Retriever had asked for “no pickles”, and he was peeved about it. Of course, he would not have said anything himself, not wanting to draw any attention, but he knew that the Dachshund would. That Bruce would say what Max had on his mind and would fight his fights if he had to. That was what he loved about him, and while they still had their own fights like every couple, Max knew they could overcome them together.

After all, there’s a bright spot in every dark cloud, and this small ball of pent-up rage was Max’s very own cloud…