The way forward

Story by Ramses on SoFurry

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This was exhausting to write, but hopefully it's not exhausting to read. It might be too long. I was going to break it up into chapters, then I said "screw it" and left it as is. Laisse faire, as the French say. Let it be.


There were dogs in the tall grass.

After the cave, the path widened considerably. On both sides of the path, that tall grass - it was taller than me, so it stood at least six feet high. It was thick, dense, forming a natural wall of green foliage. I could hear creatures - dogs, I assumed - moving around in that tall, green grass, which wavered gently in the slight breeze. The air was warm - much warmer than I expected for a day in late summer (so late, it was nearly autumn). There were no clouds up above in the blue, blue sky, and the sun was almost directly overhead. The path itself was covered in short grass, and I began walking along it.

The path . . . it ran straight and true. It went on and on for a bit, but I could see the end of it. I could see the shrine at the end of the path. Some called it a shrine, some called it a temple. It was my goal. I wanted to get inside that shrine. Getting there wasn't just a matter of walking along that path, of course.

I also had to pass the initiation.

Suddenly, I saw glimpses of fur through the occasional tiny gap in the tall grass. I realized I wasn't just hearing the sounds of dog paws rustling in the grass, I was also hearing the sounds of dogs breathing - or panting, I suppose. I sniffed at the air - the breeze brought with it the scent of dogs.

A big, sleek German Shepherd emerged from the tall grass, then, all casual and normal, and he stood perhaps ten feet in front of me. He didn't move, or bark, or anything. He was a big, beautiful dog. He stood there, on all fours, silently looking at me, his head cocked slightly to one side. Immediately, I stopped walking. I dropped my pack, placed it on the ground. The fur on the Shepherd's face was black, except for the sides (which were tan). He panted, with his tongue out, and looked at me. For a moment, neither of us moved, or made any noise. Then the dog turned around, walked a few paces away. He stopped, turned his head to look back at me, to see what I'd do. I followed, and he walked forward a few more paces. His fur was beautiful - his back, ears, and tail were black, and the rest of him was tan.

The big Shepherd stopped walking, and turned around to face me. He hunkered down, folding up his hind legs, panting a bit as he stared at me. I could see a bit of his sheath, thick and furry. I got the impression he was waiting for me to do something.

Here we go, I thought.

I took off my shoes and socks and placed them neatly behind me. The feeling of warm grass on bare feet was wonderful. The dog remained sitting. The look in his eyes seemed to say Go on . . . so I took off my shirt, and the Shepherd stood up. He walked towards me, slowly, as I lowered my jeans and underwear all in one go. Eagerly, he leaned in and began sniffing my crotch. He looked up at me, as he sniffed and inhaled and I noticed something in his eyes . . . some kind of look. Was it lust? Perhaps it was curiosity. As he went around to my backside, this beautiful Shepherd, I admired how powerful and strong he looked.

The German Shepherd began sniffing my rear, and that's when I noticed a second dog emerge from the tall grass - a Dalmatian, tall and wiry, with most of his spots on his chest, back, and stomach. As the Dalmatian stopped, and stood a few paces away, I felt a cold nose press into my butt. It was startling, and I almost yelped, but soon that cold nose was working its way into the crack of my ass, and that somehow felt good. The Shepherd was having himself an intense sniff, back there, pushing his nose deep into me. Then he pulled back a little, and looked up at me as I looked back at him. I knelt down, to give him better access, if he wanted it - and he did. His tongue, long and rough, darted out and licked between the cheeks of my ass. That sudden sensation startled me even more, and my cock sprang up, suddenly fully erect. The Shepherd reacted by sniffing me again - sniffing my balls, moving a bit to my side in order to sniff my penis. The smell of my lust seemed to increase the big dog's arousal, and he thrust his hips, just a little bit. He reached out, put a paw on my butt.

I felt heat and lust rise, inside me - and I felt or sensed the dog's heat and lust rising, as well. And then the Shepherd stopped, and backed away a pace or two, and once again he looked at me with his head slightly cocked to one side. At first, I didn't understand . . . and then I got it.

_Oh. _I realized that I had to decide, I had to choose. Somewhere, there was a pile of clothes I could gather and put back on. Somewhere, there was a pack I could shoulder again. I could walk back to the tunnel, walk though it . . . I could go back, I could return.

Or, I could move forward.

I had to choose, and so I did.

I positioned myself on my hands and knees, down on all fours like a dog. I was grateful the path was covered by short, dense grass. My body shook, a bit, from nervousness (how intense was this going to be? how painful?).

Here at last was the initiation - the initiation which would allow me to enter the shrine. I was on this path in order to be brought into something . . . better? Something larger than the life I currently had? As I placed myself on my hands and knees, I suddenly realized I wanted to be with the Shepherd. Yes, I still wanted to be initiated, it was important, and I was willing to do whatever it took. I _wanted _this initiation, and I wanted to be allowed into the shrine. But, in addition to all of that . . . I also wanted this beautiful dog on top of me, with me, inside me.

The German Shepherd went to me, and again his tongue went into my hole - deep, this time, so deep, and the way it felt . . . it was so hot, so erotic, having that tongue inside, and my sack tightened and thrummed. My dick got even harder. I think I gasped, or moaned. I could smell the dog's fur, either the wind carried it, or the smell was just that strong, who knows, but the musk and the smell and the pheromones of him went into my nose, my lungs. The Shepherd rimmed me, for a moment, sliding that tongue in and out, a few times, and soon I could feel the saliva that coated and lubed my anus running slowly down the cheeks of my ass.

He mounted me, suddenly and quickly, and his paws gripped my hips - the feel of his paw pads and nails on my bare flesh was exciting. We were past the point of no return, I knew - we both knew, I suppose - and so my initiation had begun. My stomach fluttered with the nervousness which I still felt (although it was swiftly being washed away by lust), and my heart sped up. I could feel the dog's cock jab into me a few times - it hit my balls, it hit my ass . . . but I was barely aware of that because . . . I had discovered that just having him on top of me was turning me on. I was getting aroused just from the weight of him, just from the sensation of his paws on my body. One thing I was aware of - the tip of the dog's cock felt wet - pre must've been coming out of it.

And then the dog found what he was looking for, and he slid his penis into me. It hurt, a little - or maybe a lot. I was no virgin, but I'd never had anything that thick or long inside me. My body clenched, tensed up. My hands dug into the grass that covered the path, and my toes curled up. I forced myself to relax - relax, I told myself. Relax and let him come inside. It was easier than I would've imagined - getting my body to relax - and maybe I found it easy because I was still so turned on from the simple fact of him being on top of me.

When he first entered me, the German Shepherd got maybe a quarter or so of his thick penis inside before encountering some resistance. He went in, all in one thrust, as far as he could - and then the passageway got tighter. That was when I made myself relax. I tried to spread my legs a bit, too, and I kept my ass from clenching up. I could feel the walls of my anus gripping the shaft of his long, canine cock. The dog pulled out a little, then thrust back in. He started fucking my ass, and with each thrust forward he tried to get more of his penis inside me. The head of his cock was slathered in pre, and the long passageway that led to my insides was well-lubed by the saliva the Shepherd had pushed into me, and all of that probably helped. At first, he fucked me with long, sliding thrusts - he went in as far as he could, then pulled nearly all the way out . . . then back in, then nearly all the way back out . . . The pain grew, but so did the pleasure - it was such a curious mixture of pleasure and pain . . . Briefly, I thought about pushing back as he slid in, or maybe using my ass to milk his thick dog cock, but pretty soon he stopped the long thrusting, and he started fucking me faster and faster, the way dogs usually do. Short, powerful thrusts - humping my ass, fucking it, slamming into it - only pulling out a small bit, then quickly thrusting forward again. Consciously or unconsciously, I decided to be more or less passive - holding still while this beautiful Shepherd had his way with me, as he thrust into the warm, wet depths.

He gripped my hips even tighter, and I reveled in the way that felt. I could feel his breath on my naked skin, and I could feel drops of saliva raining down on my back.

Meanwhile, I'd forgotten all about the Dalmatian, who'd been standing there patient and silent. Suddenly, he was walking towards me, and when I looked at him, I could see his penis emerging from the sheath. At the sight of it, my mouth went dry and my stomach fluttered up again. It was a deep shade of pink, and a few subtle veins ran along the shaft. It was magnificent. Briefly, the Dalmatian sniffed at the Shepherd's cock, as it entered my hole with those short, sharp thrusts. Then, he sniffed my cock, which was hard and twitching. Then, walking with confidence, the spotted dog came around to my face. I reached up a hand and touched his stomach . . . my fingers danced along his short, dense fur, and then they slid along the length of his penis . . . Quickly, I gripped his cock, and as I did so his knot slid free from the sheath. It was bigger than I'd expected. The Dalmatian humped my hand, one fast thrust, and he moved himself in closer. I tried to stretch out my head, wanting to . . . We were on the same page, I suppose, because the big dog - well - basically, he mounted my face. He put his front paws on my shoulders, and his canine dick slid into my open mouth. I ran my tongue along the shaft, as he began filling me.

As this was happening, the Shepherd sped up even faster, which I hadn't thought was possible. Now, he was hammering me, and with each short thrust forward his swollen knot bumped into my ass. Now, too, I had one dog fucking my ass, and another dog fucking my face. At first, I was able to keep up with the Dalmatian - as he slid his cock in and out, I moved my jaws up and down his shaft. It was slick, messy fun - and it was powerfully erotic, too. Pretty soon, though, the Dalmatian began humping my mouth faster - and then faster. As I'd done with the Shepherd on top of me, I became passive. I was an eager and willing participant in what was happening, but I was a participant who was getting hammered by two dogs at once - all I could really do was allow them to do as they pleased. The Dalmatian's pre ran down my throat. As his dick pushed open my mouth, and went in and out, and bumped the back of my throat, I fought to control the gag reflex. I had to breathe through my nose, and the scents and smells hitting my nostrils were intense and very masculine.

And then . . . the Shepherd's wide knot breached my slick, wet pucker - stretching me open even further. The pain was _intense _- and I almost passed out from it, I think - but so was the pleasure. The pleasure, too, was immense. I came like a rocket. There was so much pressure on my prostate, I think I might have pissed and come at the same time, who knows. _Something _shot out of me as my orgasm rocked me hard, and I moaned in pleasure and pain. The feeling of the knot penetrating me, plus the force of my orgasm, caused my mouth to open even wider, as I gasped and moaned, which probably pleased the Dalmatian.

Waves of pleasure swept through me, as the Shepherd came, and his balls emptied a huge amount of doggy spunk into my ass. On some level, I was aware that the big dog had stopped thrusting. He went still, and pulled me into a fierce hug - his paws dug into me, and he placed his chest on my back. The feeling of his fur on my naked skin sent an electric thrill through my body, which at that point was already vibrating like a tuning fork. I was aware that the German Shepherd's balls were now flush up against my balls. I could feel his spunk pouring into me.

Without thinking about it, I reached out a hand and caressed the Dalmatian's balls, which were tight, warm, and loaded. They felt amazing. Then I gripped his knot, gave it a gentle squeeze. The Dalmatian went still, and he came - his spunk shot down my throat. I tried to swallow, but there was just too much. Some of it shot down my throat, but some of it slid out of my mouth and ran down my chin. mixed in with my saliva. There was so much canine semen, coating my tongue and taste buds. All I could do was relax, and try not to gag. It almost, almost, felt like suffocating (and thus a primal part of my brain advised me to panic - but I somehow got past that). It helped that the tastes and sensations that were filling me were so hot.

There was a heady aroma in the air - it was masculine and powerful. No doubt, that was because I had my nose right there in the Dalmatian's crotch. But the Shepherd was giving off an arousing scent as well. Eventually, the Dalmatian dismounted, pulled his cock out of my mouth. He stretched out on the grass, on his back. He was panting, and smiling (the way that dogs smile), and he seemed happy and spent. The Shepherd, meanwhile, had collapsed on top of me. We were knotted together for some time, but eventually the dog's knot shrank and he pulled out.

&

As the German Shepherd slept near the edge of the tall grass, and the Dalmatian rolled around on his back, scratching himself, I stretched out and looked up at the bright sky. I was sore and tired and very happy. My jaws ached, and my ass was sore, but I felt almost high - high and giddy. I thought about what it was like, the dogs on top of me and inside me, their fur on my skin . . .

At some point, I became aware that a Pit Bull was sniffing around at my crotch. I looked up at him, as I lay there on my back. He was a wide, bulky dog - somewhat short, and very masculine. The fur on his massive, broad chest was white, but everywhere else his fur was brown. His large nose, which was a dark sort of pink, was sniffing and snuffling around, and pretty soon he zoomed in on my ass. There was a lot of fluid down there - my sweat, for one thing, as well as the mingled mix of the Shepherd's saliva, pre, and semen. The Pit Bull stretched out his tongue, and started lapping all of that up. I could see a bit of pink, emerging from his short, wide sheath. With his tongue coated in a layer of all that stuff, the dog licked my balls, then my cock (which started getting hard again). He made his way up my body, as I lay on my back. He licked my stomach, his tongue going in for long, hard strokes. Then my chest. His front legs were now positioned on either side of me. His eyes - they were beautiful. They were so light, they almost glowed, but the pupils were dark as midnight. As he licked my nipples, leaving smears of saliva on them, and I gasped in pleasure, I noticed his hips were humping the air, a bit. I'd just had the Shepherd's cock in me, and I wasn't sure I could . . . but I wanted this beefy dog, and I felt like he wanted me. I was somewhat pinned down by his weight, and I couldn't roll over and put myself on my hands and knees . . . I lifted my butt off the ground, much as I could, and the Pit Bull swiftly moved into position.

I felt the tip of his cock jab into my balls, and then jab the area between my balls and my hole. And then he found his way in, and his thick cock penetrated me. The Pit Bull didn't fuck me the way the Shepherd had - he didn't start with those long thrusts. Instead, the Pit Bull just started hammering me - humping my ass quickly, with short and powerful thrusts, trying to get the whole length of his meat inside me as quickly as possible. Laying on my back, trying to lift my ass up - it wasn't comfortable, and it wasn't perfect, but it was hot - it was _really _sexy. The dog's breath was right there in my face, and the heat pouring from his wide, short-furred body was soaking into my skin. The dog was like some pure force of energy, something masculine and strong.

Pretty soon, I could feel his swollen knot banging into me with each short thrust forward. My body was shaking from the strain of maintaining my position, and my hard cock was quivering. I'd been propping myself up on my elbows, but soon I stopped doing that - I lay down completely on my back, and thus I was able to lift my ass up even higher. Both of us were breathing faster, and the dog's drool was dripping down onto my chest. Somehow, I was aware that another dog was behind my head, but I didn't turn around, to see him. Perhaps I heard the sound of his panting? I was a bit focused on opening myself up, even more, for the thick, beautiful Pit Bull, as he tried to hilt and knot me . . . and . . . The way the Pit Bull fucked me - it was fast, but not frantic - he was firmly in control - it was fast, intense, raw, and . . . Eventually, with an incredibly powerful thrust forward - it felt like he put all he had into it - his knot went inside. Again, there was a searing pain mixed with intense pleasure. This time, I didn't come, but my cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen, so swollen. The dog behind me came around to my left side, and the height of him startled me. A Great Dane. There was a Great Dane standing there, impossibly tall, and impossibly beautiful. His fur was fawn, and he had a black "mask" on his face. My eyes traveled along the length and breadth of him, then settled on his pert sheath.

The Pit Bull had filled me completely, had stretched me open, and I could feel his jizz shooting into me. As I gasped and moaned from the pleasure of it, I looked up at the Dane, and I watched as his penis slowly emerged from the sheath. The veins were prominent - much more so than the veins I'd seen on the Dalmatian's cock. Laying there on my back, I reached up a hand - the tall Dane seemed so far away! - and I ran my fingers along the red shaft. Pre started sliding out, already, as I traced the course of those prominent veins. The Pit Bull, meanwhile, was still coming, still shuddering and panting, pumping me full of seed. The sexy smell of him - and his seed - filled my nostrils. Meanwhile, the Dane's knot came out, and I couldn't believe the size of it.

The Pit Bull collapsed, spent, orgasm done, on top of me. We were, of course, still knotted. I had a half-dozing dog on my lap, and his massive dick was still inside me. My legs were shaking and weak. I couldn't sit up, not all the way at least, but I did the best I could, propped myself up. I grabbed the Great Dane's penis, best as I could in my position, and more pre came out, more than I expected, enough to almost coat my hand. I started masturbating him, and his knot swelled up, got even bigger. Soon, the Dane was humping my hand, as I jerked him off . . .

Two more dogs emerged from the grass, a Doberman and a Bullmastiff. The Doberman immediately came up to me, and began sniffing around - I looked at, and admired, his beautiful, short, black and tan fur, and I saw his stubby tail wag excitedly. His ears were incredibly tall, standing straight up, and his muzzle was long and powerful-looking. And you know how Dobermans are, they sort of radiate sleek sexiness. This particular dog was lean and muscular, and he was tall, and his sheath . . . his sheath was amazingly long. I wondered, briefly, if it was longer than the average Doberman's. (By way of comparison - the Dalmatian's sheath was plump, thicker than what I'd expected for such a wiry, lean dog, and the Shepherd had a sheath that was a fluffy, furry sleeve for his maleness. The Dane's was compact and sleek, while the Pit Bull's sheath was wide and thick, like the dog himself.)

I turned my attention back to the Great Dane, and I continued masturbating him, as the Doberman breathed his doggy breath on the back of my neck. The Dane humped and thrusted, and his long tongue slid out and licked me, anywhere it could reach. The Dane's penis was fully erect, his knot was fully swollen, and there was a warmth and a musk radiating off of his tall, beautiful body.

Suddenly, a lot of things were going on . . . the Pit Bull's knot calmed down enough for him to pull out - his big, red cock slid out of my swollen and slick and throbbing hole . . . the Pit Bull plopped down on the grass, next to me, as some of his spunk leaked out . . . I was able to get myself up, on my knees, and thus I got a better grip on the Great Dane's penis, as I jerked him off . . . and then the Dane hit his orgasm - jets of spunk shot out, some of it hitting me, some of it hitting the grass . . . and, as all of that was happening, the Doberman put himself right next to me, his fur brushing against my skin. After some time, the last of the Great Dane's spunk slipped out - though a few drops remained, on the tip of his cock. Without hesitating, I licked them off his still-quivering member. The tall dog lowered his head, and licked my face - for a moment, our tongues met and mingled. As the Dane sat down on the warm grass, panting and still quivering from lust and his orgasm, I turned to the Doberman. On some level, I was aware that my cock had been hard for some time, and I was aware (on some level) that I hadn't come when the Pit Bull had fucked me - probably because the Dane had distracted me (and I was for sure not complaining about that distraction). The Dobie was sniffing my crotch, sniffing at the Pit's jizz, which had leaked out a bit, coating my ass. As the Great Dane lay down on the warm grass, pretty much right next to me, the Doberman and I looked into each other's eyes . . .

&

Still on my knees, I aimed my face toward the Doberman's long sheath. The tip, just the tip, of his canine cock had emerged, and I licked it, gently. The dog shivered, and I ran my tongue - slowly - along the length of his impressive sheath. I made my way to his balls, which were furry and plump, and I gave them some attention - I ran my tongue over them, I sucked them, I took in a good, long sniff (filling my nose with the scents of dog and lust). As I tongued his balls, I placed a hand on his sheath - I felt the firm thickness of what lay waiting inside, and I shivered with lust. Then I shifted my hand to the dog's thigh, and I put my mouth on his penis - maybe an inch or two of it had slid from the sheath, at that point. For a moment, I just held his cock in my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. Then, going slow at first, I started blowing him. More of his penis slid out. Taking my time, my lips pressed firmly on the shaft of his red cock, I gently squeezed, and licked, and I started going up and down the length of his canine penis. Soon, I had the taste of his pre on my tongue. More of the dog's cock slid out, and I got as much of it in my mouth as I could. For a moment - or several moments? who knows? - the Doberman panted, and drooled, as I blew him, his hard cock now slick with the combination of my saliva and his pre, my mouth traveling up and down the length of his thick, beautiful penis. Eventually, his knot emerged, throbbing and massive, and pretty soon - of course - he started humping my face. No longer content to stand still, the big, masculine dog began fucking my face, much the same way the Dalmatian had done earlier. Faster, and then faster, his need for orgasm gripping him, the Doberman rammed his cock into my mouth - humping, thrusting, pulling out and then slamming in. With each thrust in, his canine cock hit the back of my throat. When his semen started shooting out, I put my hand on his balls, and I held them firmly while he came. His seed shot down my throat, and there was so much of it, pumping out so fast . . . This time, however, I was able to swallow a good bit of it, but not all of it. Just like with the Dalmatian, I fought the urge to gag, while semen trickled down my chin. Just like with the Dalmatian, I felt high and giddy, and the tastes and sensations and aromas lifted me up and turned me on.

&

Immediately, the Bullmastiff was there, face to face with me, sniffing and licking. I sat down, on that warm grass, and I put my hands on his chest, his sides. I stroked his short, warm fur, and I laughed with pleasure as he licked my face, cleaning up the mess left behind by the Doberman. I was still somewhat out of breath, and panting, and my body was still rocked by the intense pleasure of the Doberman's orgasm. Also, I needed to come, and soon, and I needed to come hard.

Leaning back, a bit, I realized the Great Dane was still there - right behind me - he was stretched out, laying down on the grass, and he was watching as the Bullmastiff sniffed and licked. I got the impression the Bullmastiff wanted to fuck me - he was leaning forward, almost but not quite humping, and he was panting with heat and lust. I continued stroking him, and I sniffed his fur, and I reached down, to stroke his sheath.

The dog, it turned out, had other ideas. He moved up even further, almost pushing me back, and soon he placed his crotch near mine. I lifted my butt up, and the big dog lowered himself down, and pretty soon his dick was sliding out . . . This was similar to what had happened with the Pit Bull, where I'd wanted to get on my hands and knees, but I'd been unable to (and thus the Pit Bull and I had fucked face to face). This time, as I leaned back, I found myself on top of the Great Dane. It was like the Dane was a pillow, one that'd been placed behind me - it was like I was using the Dane as a pillow, or something, and for a moment I felt almost guilty, using the dog as an object, but he didn't complain. Nor did he get up and move. The Dane was laying on his side, and soon I had my back on top of him. The Bullmastiff, meanwhile, seemed to have a plan, and he was going to follow through with it - eagerly, relentlessly, he got himself where he wanted to be, as I rested on the warm Dane "pillow." Now, I was pretty much horizontal, and lifted up off the ground, as the Bullmastiff licked my chest and stomach. The feeling of his tongue was amazing. He started rubbing his erect cock on my penis. His sheath rolled down, as the rest of his doggy dick slid out, and he started going faster, rubbing and thrusting forward. This was something new for me, something I hadn't thought of - or expected - the Bullmastiff's penis and balls pressed firmly against my penis and balls. His cock rubbing on my cock. As he got fully hard, the dog's knot slid out, and it began swelling up quickly. Pre started spilling out of both of our cocks, as the Bullmastiff rubbed his dog dick on my dick, and pretty soon all the pre became a lubricant, as it covered his penis and mine . . . pretty soon, the big dog's erect, throbbing cock was sliding around, slick with pre, but he stayed on target, he didn't let up or slide off - he kept humping my dick with his slicked, canine cock, and my penis was just as wet and just as hard as his doggy dick. Faster, and then faster, he rubbed and humped . . . I could feel his taut balls hitting me, and the warmth of his breath went into my face. His short-furred body was so close, and I could feel his body heat radiating into my skin. I was so turned on by this big dog - and by what he was doing - I was barely aware of how hard I was, how erect and quivering my penis was. Before I knew what was happening, my orgasm hit me - rocked me like a thunderbolt, and I came hard, shooting spunk up to my chest. I gasped, my fingers and toes all curled up, and my body went rigid for a moment. And then the dog came, and his semen coated me as he kept our dicks pressed firmly together. He panted, and drooled on me, and he shivered as he came. His orgasm lasted a long time, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through his body, what seemed like gallons of spunk splashing out and covering my stomach and my chest. Eventually, the dog collapsed, orgasm done - he collapsed down on top of me. As I luxuriated in my post-orgasm high, I found myself sandwiched between the Dane and the Bullmastiff, and it felt wonderful, very furry and warm. Eventually, the Bullmastiff rolled off me, and I rolled off the Dane. The Bullmastiff cleaned me up with his tongue, and then he licked my face, and we held each other for a while.

&

They came for me, then - the rest of the pack. They came for me, more or less all at once. After the Bullmastiff went off for a nap, I lay on my back, on the grass. When the rest of the pack came, they surrounded me. They licked or sniffed my naked skin, and they began humping whatever they could find. I reached out with both hands - my right grasped the hardening penis of a tall, wide Boerboel, while my left began tugging on the slick, red cock of a Retriever. A Labrador began humping one of my thighs. A fierce-looking - and beautiful - Cane Corso placed himself right next to the Labrador, side by side, and he started humping my other thigh. Meanwhile, two other dogs placed their crotches over my face, and pretty soon I couldn't see the sky, or the dogs, with my face covered by warm, furry bodes. (Before that happened, I caught glimpses of a Boxer, a St Bernard, a Bulldog, and a Husky, among others.) I could feel dog fur up against my arms and legs. Soon, I was covered in dogs. It was like having a thick blanket of sweet-smelling doggy fur on top of me. None of the dogs even attempted to fuck my ass - I thought it was because I was laying flat on my back.

The group of dogs that surrounded me, that covered me, kept humping whatever they could find to hump . . . and pretty soon they started to come. One by one, the dogs in my hands, the dogs on my face, the dogs smushed up against up my body - one by one, they came. The air at that point was nothing but canine heat and lust and spunk and musk. Dog semen shot out, and it was everywhere, it covered just about everything. It hit my face, it hit other dogs. One by one, the dogs came, and afterwards they rolled off - they curled up or stretched out on the lush grass, or they simply flopped down next to me, or they ambled off to nap somewhere. As the dogs came, as their orgasms made their muscular bodies go taut and then relaxed, their drool dripped down to my semen-slicked skin. Their claws scratched me, their paws clutched me. Their body heat poured into me, their crotches pressed into me.

After, after the blissful heat of the "blanket" of dogs, after the shower of canine semen, after the giddy rush of wonderful emotions mixed with lust, I fell asleep. For how long, I do not know.

&

When I awoke, the last dog was there. One dog - the last dog - had been waiting for me. On some level, I knew he was the leader (the alpha, I suppose). He had let his pack go first, have me first, and now it was his turn. He was a Rottweiler. However, I'd never seen a Rottweiler this big, or this wide. He was huge. The sight of him - just looking at him - sent a shiver of lust through my body, and my mouth went dry. Before I could sit up, or move, or speak, he came to me.

He began licking me, as I lay there, he started washing me with his tongue - he cleaned up the semen and the drool the other dogs had coated me with. His tongue went everywhere. I had blood, on my skin, from a few minor scratches, and the Rottweiler cleaned that up, too. He cleaned up the spunk left behind by his pack, and he ran his canine tongue along the length of my penis. He licked my balls. He sniffed, too, had himself a good sniff at my crotch and my armpits. When I sat up, he licked and sniffed my face, and our tongues met and embraced. We kissed, sort of, my mouth and his muzzle pressed firmly together, and I tasted him, but I also tasted everything from the other dogs that he'd licked off my skin. He stood there, panting, looking at me.

When he breathed out, I breathed in, drawing his doggy breath into my lungs.

I was still amazed at how big this Rottweiler was. He placed a paw on my cock, and he pressed it, gently, He licked my nipples, and I stroked the fur on his head and his neck. I ran my shaking hands along the wide depths of his chest. His furry body was a map, or a new country, and I wanted to explore every inch of it. Getting myself up on my knees, I went to his side, and I put a hand on his stomach, as he panted, as his stomach rose and fell. His short, dense fur felt amazing, and so warm. I stroked the contours of his thighs, and I ran my hands up and down his strong legs. Taking my time, I touched his sheath - sensually, I stroked it, ran my fingertips along the length of it. I held it, then, gave it a gentle squeeze, and I leaned in so that I could smell it. I placed one hand firmly on the meaty sheath, while my other hand stroked and held his balls. As I did so, the Rottweiler licked my skin wherever he could. The tip of his penis started to emerge from his sheath, then. I stared at it, a moment, then I put my lips around it. His cock, like the rest of him, was big and wide. I held it in my mouth, I ran my tongue along the underside of the shaft, and I felt more of it sliding out from the sheath. The dog shivered, and he thrust forward, just a bit, and he went from licking me to sniffing me. When I let go, and sat back, some of his pre remained on my lips.

We both turned so we could stare at each other, face to face, and we looked into each other's eyes. I felt warmth and musk coming off of the Rottweiler's big, furry body. I wanted him, fiercely.

Once again, I positioned myself on my hands and knees, down on all fours like a dog. This was how my initiation had started - me, in this position, with the big German Shepherd behind me. Now, it was the Rottweiler's turn. He eagerly sniffed my ass, and then his tongue went inside - I felt it probing, as it soaked my inner walls with saliva. The dog got his tongue inside as far as he could, then he slowly pulled it out - and then I felt it running over my swollen balls. He sniffed and licked my hole, getting it lubed up as much as he could.

Quickly, the big dog mounted me from behind. The weight of him was impressive. His front paws gripped my hips, around the front. I could hear him panting, and I felt his fur on my skin. For a moment, I felt a rush of warm anticipation, my balls thrummed and throbbed, and a current of ticklish lust ran through my penis. The Rottweiler seemed to have no trouble finding my hole, and the tip of his meaty canine cock slid in, the penetration eased by the heavy amounts of pre and saliva. He pulled back and thrust forward a few times, getting more of his dog dick into me . . . he thrust forward with his hips, as he positioned his back paws on the grass . . . he pushed himself forward, panting and drooling, trying to get as much of his cock into me as he could . . .

There was pain - it hurt, somewhat, having that wide Rottweiler dick shoved into my ass so fast, even though my ass had been lubed and slicked by dog saliva (and, as well, I'd already been stretched open by the German Shepherd and the Pit Bull). And yet, there was pleasure, too. _Intense _pleasure.

Earlier that day, I had been surprised by how _good _it felt having the German Shepherd on top of me. I shouldn't have been surprised, and yet I had been. The simple fact, the simple act, of body contact had been charged and erotic. Now, the same thing was happening with the Rottweiler - having this big dog on top of me, mounting me, drooling on me, having his fur rub my skin - all of it together was pure pleasure, hot and sexy pleasure. Of course, the simple fact - the simple act - of body contact wasn't the only source of pleasure.

Truth be told, I like _getting fucked. Sure, before this day I'd never been fucked by a dog, and thus I'd never had anything this big inside before (not to mention, something this big shoved inside so quickly). Still . . . getting fucked by the Shepherd and the Pit Bull had felt _so _good, and now the Rottweiler was trying to get his canine cock as deep inside as possible, and it _felt good.

Once he was firmly inside me, with his back paws firmly planted, the dog started fucking my ass with short, sharp, energetic thrusts. He pulled out just a bit, then slid forward - he did that again and again, for a little while - back and forth, on and on - out just a bit, then sliding forward quickly. Maintaining a steady speed, he kept going like that for a while, penetrating me with those energetic, short thrusts. It felt great, and I felt like maybe my ass was getting used to the dog's thick cock. Then he sped up, starting humping faster - still not pulling out very far, and then rushing back in, he went faster, fucking me with short, quick thrusts.

And then I felt the Rottweiler's knot bump into my butt. It felt huge.

He sped up again. The dog started fucking me faster . . . humping, fucking, panting hard and drooling, he would pull out just a bit, then thrust forward, quickly getting his cock in, all the way up to the knot. His front paws gripped me even harder. His thick cock penetrated me thoroughly, as he fucked me with those short, sharp - and very quick - thrusts. With each fast thrust forward, his knot slammed into my ass again and again. By that point, I was panting and drooling as much as he was. The Rottweiler's red, veined penis filled me completely, and I loved how it felt inside me, and I loved the feeling of his furry body clutching my body. The air was thick with heat and lust, and I loved the smells and sounds of a big male dog fucking, rutting with passion and lust. As I panted, I moaned in pleasure.

It seemed like he fucked me for a long time, although that was most likely perception and not reality. Who knows how long it actually lasted. I'm sure it didn't last very long, and I'm somewhat certain that dogs come quickly, but it _seemed _like - it felt like - the dog fucked me for a long time. The thing is - he didn't knot me right away. He could have, I suppose, once he started going fast, and then faster, once he started making those fast, short, powerful thrusts, with his knot slamming into my ass - he could have, I suppose, but he didn't. I'd been trying to prepare myself for the knot, although, honestly, there's really no way to do that . . . but he didn't knot me right away. Instead, he kept on hammering my ass, for who knows how long, sliding out and slamming back in . . . his canine dick pounding me quickly and effortlessly. Everything got soaking wet - his penis, my ass - everything got pretty wet, once his pre mixed in with the saliva he'd planted earlier (plus, there was sweat - I sometimes sweat a lot, down there).

And then the big Rottweiler thrust forward one more time - he got his cock all the way in, and his knot was smack up against my butt. Instead of pulling out, he pushed his entire body forward, and of course that pushed me forward along with him, and then he pulled us both back, and while he did that he kept his cock all the way in. He did that again, and then again and again, humping and thrusting himself forward, penis all in, balls smacking into me . . . he leaned forward, holding me tight, and I felt drops of drool rain down on me, and I felt his breath on my skin . . .

He leaned forward again, getting his chest on my back, getting his muzzle so close to my skin, and his warm fur rubbed my body . . . I felt his knot up against my ass, and then . . . I felt it slip inside. The big Rottweiler went completely still, but his grip tightened - he held me tight, in a fierce and warm and sexy hug, his furry body pressed up against mine, and his knot . . . filled me, well, more than filled me - it expanded and stretched open my ass . . . The pain was searing, but the pleasure . . . the pleasure was a wave that rose, crested, rushed upon me, inside me, through me . . . the pleasure made me come, and I shot spunk I don't know how far . . .

With his knot inside me, stretching my ass further and further, the dog came - as the walls of my swollen and stretched anus clenched around his shaft, and his knot, he came . . . canine semen poured out, poured deep into me. His orgasm lasted a long time, or, at least, it seemed that way . . . I could feel his thick penis inside me, twitching and pulsating as he came, I could feel his spunk coating my insides. Eventually, the Rottweiler placed his muzzle on my neck. His orgasm was done, but his knot was still swollen, and would be for some time.

I felt dazed, and giddy, but I suddenly understood something. I realized what was going to happen. I'd passed through the initiation . . . but I wasn't going to enter the shrine as a visitor. Instead, I was going to enter it as someone who was going to stay. I had changed, in some way, not physically, of course, but . . . I was different, in some way. I was aware of things I hadn't been aware of before. I was going to stay, I was going to live, at the shrine - either for a while, or for . . . forever. _This _was my way forward, this was my "something better," my "something bigger" than the life I currently had. Before this day, I hadn't even considered a life with dogs. But now . . .

Eventually, the big Rottweiler and I collapsed down to the grass, together. No longer physically connected, we were now connected in some other way. We held each other, for a time. Soon, I knew, he'd return to his pack -- and I'd go to the shrine. We'd meet again, of course. I was going to stay there, at the shrine, and so I'd be able to visit the path whenever I wanted to. I'd be able to visit the pack whenever I wanted to. In the days and nights to come, the dogs and I would build a life together.