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Chapter 22: Family Ties

Stubble peppered Doctor Karl’s cheeks and chin, his unkempt hair and dishevelled clothes hung from his exhausted frame. Four canine faces looked concerned at their owner who barely acknowledged the dogs as he staggered through the door. Officer Wright’s shoulder supported his partner as they waded through the churning tempest of giant dogs.

“You take Leon to the bedroom, and I’ll feed the dogs,” said Chase as he followed the pair into their house. He gently encouraging the tired humans to take some much-needed rest.

Rob nodded gratefully and ushered the exhausted scientist toward the adjoining room with its comfortable bed. When Leon collapsed back onto the bedspread Rob carefully undressed his partner and helped him under the covers. Almost instantly Doctor Karl fell into a long overdue deep sleep.

When the officer returned to the kitchen Chase was already cleaning and stacking the bowls which the dogs had rapidly cleared. The tall canine turned and asked, “Is he sleeping now? Leon has been incredibly focussed on his project – I think he’s taken on responsibility for the whole world.”

“Yeah, he’s asleep,” Rob said. “Poor guy. I wish I could do more for him, you know? I mean, it’s a hell of a thing – design a new generator in a couple of weeks or everyone dies… And yeah, you’re right – he’s personally shouldering the whole burden.”

“What about you?” asked the concerned alien, “Are you coping?” He leaned in to give the smaller human a hug.

“Oh, yeah, I guess so. I’m just worried for Leon,” he replied with his face pressed against the deep chest of the hybrid.

Four giant dogs milled around the kitchen, snuffling for left-over morsels of kibble which may have escaped their food bowls. Absentmindedly the human and alien petted the dogs whenever the beasts squeezed between the hugging pair.

Rob broke their embrace and said, “Poor dogs, too. We’ve been neglecting them – leaving early, staying out late. I’m surprised they remember who we are.” He affectionately patted the fawn rump of Arnie as the Great Dane circled. “Hey, uh… do you want to help me out with the dogs?” he asked the alien.

“Sure! Anything. What do you need?” Chase asked.

“Well… they haven’t had sex for a few days and the boys get wound up,” replied the young man. “If I don’t at least jerk them off they’ll start posturing and getting staunch with each other or possessive of visiting guests. If you’re okay with it can you jerk off Arnie while I take care of Bogart? If we do them both at once neither will get jealous of the other. I’d ask Leon but he needs his sleep.”

Chase raised an eyebrow and his tail wagged slowly side-to-side. “Is humping visitors really a problem?”

“It is if the visitor is the service-person here to fix the dish-washer,” smirked Rob.

“Ah, fair. Can I do more than jerk him off? I did promise Arnie my butt.”

“Oh! Sure! Definitely!” said Rob. He nodded enthusiastically. “I mean, you can do whatever you want with the boys and bitches if they’re keen. I thought you might be tired as well.”

“For this lot I’ll leech the higher dimensions of energy until my home is a dry, withered husk,” chuckled the canine hybrid. He raised his tail to allow the cold, black nose of Arnie to inspect him with loud snuffles.

“Well, ah, in that case I’ll join you.” The young officer began removing his clothes. “Bedroom’s occupied but the lounge-room’s good.” He made his way to the adjoining room. “There’s lube on the TV cabinet if you need it.”

“Lube in every room?” chuckled the alien. “You could get a reputation like that.” As he walked to the lounge-room and retrieved a small bottle of sex lubricant the Great Dane at his heels pranced and bounced behind, eager to mount the obviously receptive person.

“Ha. When the dogs are pent-up and horny it’s best to have lube at hand,” said Rob. The now naked man knelt on the floor beside the fluffy behemoth of his male Saint Bernard, slowly stroking the fuzzy sheath hanging below its belly. “Or when a horny bitch flumps over on the carpet demanding to be fucked missionary-position, having lube within arm’s reach is handy.” Rob lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the exposed pink Saint Bernard penis. Jets of clear, milky fluid squirted into his open mouth as he squeezed his fist behind the huge knot bulging inside Bogart’s sheath.

Chase smeared a generous gob of slimy gel from the bottle around his anus. When Arnie smelt the lubricant he whined with need, pawing at the thighs of the canine hybrid. “Someone is definitely pent-up,” chuckled the alien. Chase bent forward, raised his tail and braced his arms on a low table in front of the couch.

Arnie leapt his front paws over the hybrid’s hips as soon as Chase bent forward. The Great Dane’s legs wrapped around Chase’s body and he hunched his hips to bring the questing tip of his penis toward the alien’s exposed pucker. With a couple of slow, exploratory thrusts the pointed tip of Arnie’s penis located Chase’s lube-slicked hole. In a smooth thrust forward Arnie pushed the length of his penis into the waiting alien. Chase barely had a moment to draw a sharp breath through his nose at the sudden penetration before Arnie began humping like a jackhammer. The classic Great Dane’s thighs pounded against the hybrid Great Dane with staccato slaps. Chase felt the dog’s rapidly growing knot begin to stretch him internally and the dog’s frantic humping slowed. His own knot bulged in his sheath from the pleasurable sensations of Arnie’s knot throbbing inside him. “He’s… he’s huge,” Chase panted. “This is the first time I’ve taken a knot.”

Rob drew his lips back from suckling on his Saint Bernard boy’s cock, swallowed a mouthful of the dog’s salty-sweet cum and glanced across at the mating Great Danes. There was beautiful symmetry in the pair. Two fawn bodies – twins in shape and colour – panted and drooled in synchronized ecstasy. The classic dog on top had his penis lodged into the dog below and filled him with semen, while the hybrid dog below spurted onto the carpet in a growing wet blotch. He admired the beautiful flowing lines of canine masculinity joined together – twinned dogs panting, drooling and whining harmonious in their bliss. A splash of warmth from the Saint Bernard’s cock hosed over his bare thigh so he turned and lowered his head to resume suckling on his Saint Bernard, consuming the last morsel of the dog’s release.

Arnie lifted one paw so he could slide to the side off the hybrid’s back. Awkwardly the dog turned and hiked his rear paw over Chase’s pelvis. Then he turned further until he was standing with his butt pressed against the hybrid’s, tails entwined, with his knot still lodged inside Chase. The alien drew another gasp. “Ow – he’s tugging my insides. Fuck, this is intense,” he grunted.

“Oh, yeah. I shoulda said to hold his front paws so he doesn’t turn,” said Rob between swallows. “That can be a bit overwhelming for a first tie. Breathe through it. Arnie’s a good boy and talented lover. Now he’s turned he’ll stand patiently until he’s done.”

“Oh it’s fine – better than fine,” said Chase. “I can feel him squirting inside me and his knot throbs in delicious ways. Just… that turn was unexpected and a bit alarming.” He lowered his head and groaned when he felt Arnie squirt another volley of doggy semen inside him. In reply his own penis streamed clear fluid to the large wet splotch on the floor.

It was twenty minutes later when Chase felt the pressure inside him reduce as Arnie’s knot abruptly shrank. With a wet plop the partially inflated knot slipped from the hybrid. Chase vainly tried to clench against the escaping flow of semen from his gaping hole. Arnie retreated to sit on the carpet and lick his receding penis back into the protection of his sheath.

A moment later another Great Dane – black instead of fawn - pounced onto Chase. “Wait, why’s Greta trying to hump me?” asked the confused hybrid.

“Ah, she does that when she’s horny,” Rob answered. He’d finished satisfying his Saint Bernard boy and stood to watch Chase and Greta. “Reach your hand behind you and let her hump your fingers.”

Following the young officer’s instructions Chase reached his hand back over his hips and between Greta’s thighs. His fingertips brushed against the bitch’s vulva. Immediately the black Great Dane violently hunched forward, jamming her clitoris down against the alien’s finger pads. Like Arnie had before her Greta humped like a jackhammer, slamming her thighs against Chase and grinding her vulva against his hand. Two of the hybrid’s fingers slipped inside her wet vagina as she pressed down. Silken warmth surrounded his fingers and her muscles clenched around his digits. A third finger slipped down to the knuckle into her warmth. Greta’s clenching increased to rapid squeezes around the alien’s fingers as her humping slowed. Natural lubrication smeared around his fingers and over his knuckles. “Oh! I think I just made her orgasm!” mused Chase with glee.

“Heh. Yep,” chuckled Rob, watching from the side. “But she’s not done with you yet…”

As he spoke the black Great Dane bitch hopped off the fawn alien, prancing to beside Chase. She sniffed at the alien’s fingertips, moist with her own juices. Then she turned away and lifted her tail, exposing her now wet vulva for Chase’s inspection.

The Saint Bernard bitch, Marlene, was also curious about the scents on Chase’s fingers and likewise snuffled at his hand. The lumbering dog clambered onto the couch, rolled over to expose her belly and wagged her fluffy tail. “My girl likes missionary position,” said Rob, kneeling again beside the couch, “But Greta prefers doggy style. Leon won’t mind if you have sex with his bitch. Actually I think he’ll regret that he won’t get to see you tie with her. It’ll be her first time tied as well!”

Chase stood, feeling classic Great Dane semen sloshing around inside him. Being fucked and tied by Arnie had made the alien extremely horny. He moved behind the standing Great Dane bitch. “Well I can’t refuse a lady when she asks so nicely, now can I?” he breathed huskily. At the couch Rob’s face was lowered to the Saint Bernard’s groin and Chase could hear him noisily slurping at her ample vulva.

The alien ran his hands over Greta’s black muscular rump, feeling the sleek pelt under his fingers. Her tail wagged slowly and she looked back, panting and grinning. The invitation was unambiguous – Greta wanted the hybrid to mount and fuck her. Without needing further reassurance, Chase peeled his sheath back from his half-hard penis. Because Greta wasn’t in season Chase needed to crouch lower to penetrate her. His tip parted the soft lips of her canine vulva and he pushed up, then forward to sink full depth into her. He groaned as hot vagina enveloped his shaft and he paused while a volley of clenches answered his penetration. He leaned forward to drape his arms around her chest. In the same way the classic dogs had earlier, he humped his hips with staccato thrusts, slamming his thighs against Greta as she would expect a canine suitor to do.

He glanced to the side to see Rob had climbed onto the couch overtop the prone Saint Bernard bitch. The young man repeatedly pushed his long penis full depth into the bitch, before fully withdrawing. The dog’s vulva was so large that without needing to guide his penis Rob effortlessly slid back inside her at each thrust. His circumcised head pierced the moist cleft of her vulva easily each time he pushed his hips forward. He was fully stretched out on the couch, fucking Marlene in classic missionary position. The wet slaps of his hips against hers were a counterpoint to Chase’s thighs impacting Greta’s.

Chase’s knot rapidly grew until it lodged inside Greta’s vagina and his thrusts became shorter and slowed. Her vulva stretched visibly around the bulge of Chase’s knot and muscular spasms made her tail flag. Tingles of pending orgasm grew in Chase’s midriff, drawn forth by the velvet tunnel grasping his canine member. His panting grew louder and faster and strings of drool liberally draped over the bitch under him as heat expanded in his abdomen. Greta lowered her head and an abrupt, rapid volley of intense clenching squeezed Chase’s knot as Greta orgasmed around him again. He threw back his head and roared as ecstasy exploded in his groin. A torrent of semen hosed into Greta from the alien and in response she clamped down around his knot, milking cum from him.

Rob likewise cried out and slammed his hips down as he erupted in orgasm. Eagerly the giant Saint Bernard clenched around the man’s penis as he pumped his essence into her with his entire length enveloped in her satin warmth. The young man grunted and juddered as he came. For a few minutes he stayed buried in her, allowing her to sustain the aftershocks of his orgasm. His pleasure was prolonged by being able to lay his full weight on the huge bitch and feeling the spasms of her own orgasm milk his penis. But gradually the bliss ebbed away like a receding tide and his penis softened and slipped from her embrace. A sliver of white dripped from her vulva as the bitch wagged her tail across the leather cushions. Rob knelt back, then sat on the cool material of the couch while Marlene casually rolled over to lick at the dribbles of his release. He gasped when she moved her head to lap at his now over-sensitive post-coital penis. Her tongue was slightly too intense for his circumcised head. But he fondly caressed her while he sat back to wait for Chase’s tie with Greta to complete.

Around ten minutes later Chase’s consciousness began to surface from his fading orgasm. Intermittent clenching from Greta caused shocks of bliss to detonate in his groin and he responded by squirting more of his milky semen into her. With his returning awareness his knot deflated and he pulled his hips back to slide from the bitch’s vulva. The moment Chase’s penis was withdrawn Greta bounded in happiness. Her whip-like tail slapped against Chase’s scrotum as the bitch spun around, then dropped to her forepaws in front of him, wuffing excitedly. Chase grunted in pain, simultaneously trying to protect his testicles with one hand while easing his exposed penis back into his sheath with the other. Greta barked in joy at the hybrid, then spun again, trying to catch her own tail. Streams of milky canine semen splattered around the lounge-room as she wriggled. Roused by the commotion Arnie joined Greta in mad play and the Great Danes became whirling dervishes. Their antics stirred the two Saint Bernard dogs who rose and woofed deep barks at the unsanctioned frolicking of the bouncing pair.

“Outside! OUTSIDE!” shouted Rob, rising from the couch. “Crazy dogs go outside!” He ushered the sudden maelstrom of giant dogs out through the sliding doors to the patio so they could burn off some of their exuberance. He turned back to Chase and laughed, “Looks like you made both the Danes very happy.”

“Yeah, that’ll keep them satisfied for a day or two,” Leon said blearily from the doorway. “Sorry – the commotion woke me. How’d you enjoy our family?” he asked the hybrid creature who was standing by a large wet patch on the carpet.

“Oh, man, that was incredible!” rhapsodised the alien. “First time I’ve been tied by a male dog. And, fuck me, that was intense! It’s like you’re held at the cusp between intense pleasure and pain, slightly anxious about the growing bulge inside you while stimulated by that throbbing knot. And there’s nothing you can do about it – you’re stuck there while the boy uses you for his pleasure, completely submissive to his will.” He walked to embrace first Rob and then Leon. “Thank you so very much for allowing me to have sex with your family. You’ve gifted me a profound honour.”

“Heh. Well you’ve done us a favour by relieving our dogs as well,” replied Leon. “They’ll be happy and well-behaved for a while. Now,” he turned back toward the bedroom, “I’m going back to bed while the madness is outside and it’s quiet.”

Chase’s rear paws squelched in the wet carpet. “Oh, ah, do you want me to clean that up?” He gestured at the semen stains around the room.

“Don’t worry about it. We get the carpet steam-cleaned regularly. That’s not the worst it’s seen,” replied Rob, settling back down on the couch. He patted the cushion, inviting Chase to join him. “I should ask – your alien sperm factories haven’t impregnated Greta, have they? I think Leon would be pissed off if you got her pregnant.”

The hybrid sat on the leather couch, curling his tail around his buttocks and smiled. “Nah. Greta isn’t in season – even I can’t work miracles like that. Speaking of which… it must be quite a challenge for your troupe when the bitches come into oestrous.”

Rob grimaced and said, “Yeah, it’s quite a pain in the arse. Literally,” he chuckled. “The randy boys need to fuck me and Leon several times a day or they get all whingy and pathetic. You can only tie with a Saint Bernard boy a few times in one day before you start walking funny. And of course the bitches are constantly flirting with everyone, winding up the boys and trying to seduce any guests. It’s a tough job but someone has to do it….” Rob paused as if gathering his thoughts. “Chase, were you serious a couple of days ago about those pills you said would enable me to make a bitch pregnant? You know, I really would love to be a dad to Marlene’s pups” He looked intensely at the alien.

Chase placed one hand on the young man’s thighs. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. When he opened his other fist a small USB thumb-drive lay in his palm. “If you plug this drive into the fabricator’s USB port it’ll manufacture a batch of a thousand universal hybrid fertility pills.” He held the black plastic tile out to Rob.

“A thousand! Do I need that many?” asked the young man, taking the USB stick.

“Heh. No. You only need one pill and you’ll forever be able to impregnate any animal,” replied the alien. “Not every mating would produce offspring, though. And not every offspring from a successful mating would be augmented. You could shag a kangaroo and produce a perfectly normal joey with no genetic variation from its parent – effectively cloning their mother although it could still be any gender. Take one pill and give the rest out to your friends. Sell them on the InterNet if you like. You’ll make a fortune! Throw a block of cheese into the fabricator and get a thousand pills, as often as you want.”

“Cheese?” asked Rob, confused. “Oh, right – any equivalent mass for the device to work with. Wait… how did you manufacture the USB stick? Was that part of your flesh?”

Chase grinned. “I used material recently made available to me from Arnie.”

“Dog semen! Ha!” Rob turned the plastic device over in his hand, marvelling at future possibilities. “Will it change me?”

“Of course. The pill edits your DNA so your testicles are turned into factories that can manufacture universal semen,” said the alien. “But that’s the only thing it changes. You will be every bit the same ‘you’ you are right now,” he reassured. He thought for a moment and then asked, “What will your husband think of you fathering a litter?”

“Leon grumbled about being too old to be a dad but really I know he’s keen,” said Rob. “His gruffness about it masks his sadness that he’s never had kids. If they’re my offspring he’d be more content to let me do most of the work anyway. And you said they wouldn’t all be hybrids, and that they’d mature later. A swarm of pups running around the farm would be just magical.”

“Don’t lose sight of what we’re fighting for,” said Chase. “We’re restoring the planet for all creatures, humans, animal, and those who embrace both to shepherd the natural environment for future generations.”

Rob leaned his head against the furry chest of the hybrid Great Dane and stroked the creature affectionately. “I’m really glad you and your kin joined our world and are helping us through our troubled epoch.”