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"And that's another, thank you..." Peter watched and waited as Dale snatched the autograph book from Chip so he could scrawl his signature down too. The chirping of nearby wildlife was a pleasant addition as he opted for the shade of nearby foliage.

That was one benefit of being in the Animal Kingdom park, lots of natural protection from the sun. No need to run into a gift shop or cluster outside a tiny shadow on the side of a building.

Hmm, not bad so far. He was filling out his collection fairly quickly and after a few more meet and greets he would have everyone. Well everyone that he wanted. A rare Pinocchio sighting at Epcot had allowed him to snap up that signature too so all in all a very productive day.

Nodding to himself, he turned around only to bump directly into another mascot. Peter tumbled onto the floor while half trying to hold onto his book while also profusely apologizing.

"Sorry! Sorry! My bad!" He didn't even see who he had collided with as he fumbled around trying to both stand up and check himself for injuries. But as he tried to get up he found himself hoisted up by a pair of plush hands.

"Th-thanks. You didn't need t-" A tongue wiped itself against his face. Completely unexpected but not unwelcome. Strange, he wasn't aware of any meet and greet protocols with that action. Was this new?

But his confusion became shock when he finally was able to get a good look at his savior. Pluto had always been his favorite but to unexpectedly run into him here was causing a fair amount of blushing and it wasn't from the embarrassment of the fall.

He stared at the mascot who winked right at him. That in itself wasn't unusual except he was fairly certain that this was a stage costume and a new one at that.

"Thanks Pluto, appreciate it." The mascot licked him again and patted him on the back before walking off. But as Peter twisted his head to continue dusting himself off someone slapped his ass.

Peter yelped and swivelled to address the assailant only to discover Pluto posing nearby with a couple for a photo. Was he imagining things? He used the opportunity to better examine the canine mascot. There were quite a few things here that weren't making sense.

Since when did they start using stage outfits at meet and greets? No one else had the added features but he was also fairly certain that Disney had discontinued the Jammin' Jungle outfit years ago, And yet here it was being worn with the distinct safari hat and patterned scarf.

How would you even describe that scarf? More importantly, wasn't this a parade only costume? There were also some unofficial additions such as a khaki safari shirt with a black tie. It wasn't much of a "costume" but when you normally walk around naked it definitely makes you stand out. Come to think of it, it made him look like a tour guide, a sexy tour guide.

His train of thought was immediately broken when Pluto winked at him again. Shit, was it that obvious he was staring?

The couple quickly trotted off to get pictures with someone else but that didn't stop the dog from posing again. Peter found himself unconsciously blushing as the mascot's hands dragged up and down the suit, only stopping when they touched their lips to blow a cheeky kiss.

This, this definitely wasn't part of a normal meet and greet but he didn't know how to respond. First he needed to calm himself down, steady his breathing, and think rationally. As exciting as all of this was, he wanted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Or that this wasn't some elaborate prank.

It appeared that Pluto was doing their job and making the rounds to all the guests in the area. They seemed to prefer taking pictures and posing with each shot but every time they noticed Peter looking there was a distinct head tilt, or wink, or even bum wiggle. Someone was not being subtle in getting his attention.

Uncertain as to how he should respond to this newfound admirer, he simply scampered to the next nearest mascot to sign his book. Though staying well within sightline of the now clearly flirtatious dog.

"Th-thanks..." He wasn't even focusing on who was doing the signing now. In fact, he was pretty sure he had a few duplicates now which was probably causing some confusion but he also didn't care. Probably because Pluto had intentionally wandered over to slap his ass again.

Did no one else notice? Or were they simply being extra sneaky about this? Should he be concerned? Questions were being raised as fast as the blood rushed to his cheeks. They appeared to be having a good time as a paw was coquettishly inserted into their mouth.

And then he realized that despite all the extra attention he still hadn't gotten Pluto's signature yet. Perhaps that was why they were so focused on him, some sort of new persistent gimmick to make guests feel special? It didn't make much sense but it was the most plausible explanation so far.

Nodding his head he approached the mascot just as they were finishing up a signature. Perfect. He waited his turn and tried not to look nervous but was probably failing.

But if Pluto noticed, they didn't say anything. Eagerly taking the autograph book into their paws a classic signature was scribbled down with a flourish and returned. Mumbling a quick thanks, Peter tried to leave only to find himself stopped.

At first he was confused, only to have the mascot tap against their eyes and then onto the book. When they were satisfied that he understood, they backed their tail into his crotch and rubbed themselves all over him.

How convenient that one of the other mascots had begun some kind of skit and with everyone's attention diverted Pluto continued grinding on the rapidly growing erection. Peter nearly moaned in public but thankfully managed to slap his book into his face to cover his mouth in time. This was the most risqué action so far and he was even more uncertain as to how to handle this.

There was a quick groping of the bulge in his pants and then the dog walked away with a saucy wink. With the meet and greet done, all the mascots left the plaza and most of the guests soon went away too.

Quickly opening his autograph book he found Pluto's signature and was immediately greeted with a number of differences. Last time he checked, only female mascots used hearts. Also, none of them ever wrote anything else.

And yet there was an additional message on the page. RM#354 AKL. Was this a room number? For like, a hotel? Off the top of his head, the only place that AKL could really stand for would be the Animal Kingdom Lodge.

This was clearly an invitation but would it be wise to accept? His heart and penis were screaming yes and ultimately they won. He quickly made his way to the deluxe hotel, hardly able to wait for what was in store for him.

He nearly tripped running up the stairs to the third floor and when he found the room the door was already slightly propped ajar. Curiosity getting the better of him, he pushed it open and stuck his head through the gap.

"Hello? Anyone here? Hello?" Nothing. No response. Walking into the room he took a moment to enjoy the blasting air conditioning before closing the door behind him.

The room was nice enough, king sized bed with plush sheets and plump pillows. Natural light flowed through from the windows which were wide open allowing fresh air to blow in and make the curtains gently dance.

Crossing the brown diamond-patterned carpet to the balcony he found himself just enjoying the air. It was earthy and floral which didn't make much sense until he noticed the various potted and hanging plants in the room. He didn't recall any of the room previews having these but it was a nice touch.

Taking a seat in khaki safari-style furniture he watched as a giraffe wandered nearby. This was actually really nice and while his body relaxed his brain was anything but. All his mind could do was race with the different kind of view that he was hoping to get later.

Feeling restless and unsure how long he'd have to wait he opted to sit on the bed and be patient. Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen just staring at the beige walls. He sat in the room by himself for half an hour growing more uneasy by the second. Maybe this was a prank after all. Or maybe Pluto would never show up which would be the worst of all.

"Maybe I should jump into the walk-in shower and freshen up...." He had been walking around outside all day. And a quick wash would also help clear his mind, cool his head off. Decision made, Peter quickly stripped and blasted icy water onto his face as fast as the showerhead could deliver it.

Feeling refreshed he dried off and was about to put his clothes back on when a naughty idea popped into his head. Why not just greet Pluto with nothing but a towel on? He wrapped himself around the waist with a fresh one and sat back onto the bed.

Somehow in the few minutes that he'd be washing up the air in the room had changed. It was warmer now? No, humid? He couldn't pin it down. That and there was a new scent that he wasn't entirely sure of either.

But now he was just feeling silly. Accepting that no one would show up he proceeded to dress himself and walked to the door. At that very moment he heard the lock click and the door swing open. He could feel his heart stop in anticipation of whoever it was coming in.

And then his heart threatened to burst out of his chest as the blood in his body didn't know which way to rush. Pluto was still dressed in his khaki shirt which had become slightly unbuttoned since they last met. It provided a lovely contrast to the soft felt of his fur and made his black tail and ears pop out even more.

Nonchalantly strolling into the room there was another one of his seductive winks. Peter didn't even have a chance to respond. Something wrapped itself around his neck and drew him in directly in front of the mascot's face. Bringing his hands to his neck he felt the silk of the scarf coiling around his nape. Kinky

He instinctively pressed his lips towards the dog as best he could, trying to work around the tongue and mouth. His own mouth was greeted by soft fleece and Peter savoured the fuzzy texture that rubbed back.

He ran the fingers of one hand underneath the dog's shirt while pulling them closer by the tie with the other. Kisses were liberally applied to the underside of their chin and here he could smell a comforting musk that was more concentrated around there. The rubbery nose poked into his forehead as he made his way around the lower jaw.

Peter could feel the individual paw pads pushing into his scalp while they lovingly caressed the back of his head. When suddenly Pluto pulled away their soft paw. He was confused for a moment as the scarf was also pulled away but there was the familiar sound of a door locking and then they were back in each other's arms.

Inhaling deeply he could smell the sun on the shirt, but not just that. There was something more, like a gentle heat radiating out. The mascot opened their mouth and dragged a cool tongue across his cheek which prompted him to try and French kiss as best he could. At the same time their hands moved down Peter's lower back to grab his ass

A faint panting could be heard as he tried to understand the tongue. It wasn't quite plastic. Yes it was hard but it was still slightly pliable and responsive to his touch. Their noses touched briefly as they gazed into each other. The way their eyelids blinked just made them look so dreamy, especially since they never fully opened.

As their hands wandered over the other's body the dog wasted little time undoing Peter's belt and shucking the pants off. The panting had turned into low growling filled with sexual energy and knowing that Pluto wanted him just as much as he wanted them sent chills down into his legs.

Part of Peter wanted to slap himself in the face for bothering to dress after his shower. On the other hand, it was kind of hot to get undressed by his favorite Disney character. Overall net win. And soon, there were paws pawing at a semi-hard erection.

The hug was broken off as the mascot knelt down to better inspect it. But only after dragging a tongue down Peter's jaw, chest, and then resting it on the cockhead which was straining against the waistband. An exaggerated slurp was heard with each motion.

But Pluto didn't do anything else. They just crouched there, or more accurately sat there, like a real dog would. Their mouth was dangerously close, paws standing by at the ready, and the eyes. They just stared upwards, locked with his in a provocative gaze that dared him to do more. The only sound in the room was that of the wind and a soft whining.

Unable to take it any longer, he whipped his underwear down, smacking the mascot directly in the nose with his dick. Perhaps they weren't expecting such sudden movements and they stumbled backwards onto the carpet.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Are you ok?" He waddled over before kicking off the garment and helping the mascot to their feet. And in a surprising turn of events he felt himself picked up and held in the air. It wasn't a bad position to be in as it allowed him to more easily kiss the top of their snout.

And it was now Pluto's turn to kiss, or more accurately, lick him on the underside of his jaw. Peter struggled to concentrate on his own displays of affection as their eyes constantly met. On more than one occasion he simply paused and stared back.

He was then gently lowered on the blankets and looked up just in time to watch his shirt get pulled off his body as the dog towered over him. They winked again and just like at the meet and greet treated him to a slower variant of the costume rubdown.

And as Pluto gyrated away, their groin danced and bobbed inches away from the quivering boner underneath them. Then Peter received further proof that this suit was definitely unique. With a wave of their paws, the dog dispersed a patch of felt from their groin.

Peter's eyes widened as he realized that the dog's penis had been there the whole time. It had just been covered by tufts of fur to keep it hidden while in public. He tried to buck his penis closer, desperate to be touched and finally the touch of the suit returned, this time entirely covering his cockhead.

The mascot ended their lapdance by turning around, wiggling their butt towards his face, and joining him in the bed. They lay there together, just enjoying each other's presence as the sounds of wildlife serenading them.

The smell was back, from earlier and much stronger. It was like how he'd imagine what a wild animal would smell like after running through a lush rainforest. Pluto's thoughts were broken when one furry paw stroked his face and the other drew him closer.

It was a simple hug and yet he felt completely at ease as their legs entwined and he inhaled more of the mascot's scent. It was like someone had distilled all the pleasant odors of sweat and misted it all over the fur. Pluto's hand returned to his butt while he opted to play with his floppy ears.

However the best part was how their erections had collided against one another. It appeared that more than one of them had gotten aroused during this entire engagement. And each time they wiggled to hug better their penises inevitably grinded together.

Pluto closed their mouth and pressed the snout into Peter's face as best they could to kiss him back before sitting up. The dog then turned around and climbed onto him so that they were on top in a sixty nine position. The tie drifted downwards and pooled onto his stomach but that wasn't what Peter was focused on.

Before he could properly inspect the penis dangling in his face, Peter found themselves groaning. His dick had been entirely engulfed into the dog's mouth and that tongue slurping away was doing incredible things.

It was circling his entire shaft while the rest of the mouth well, mouthed everything else. And it was certainly deep enough to take the entire cock inside with little effort. The fabric on the inside was softer, almost fluffy with a red mesh-like material which provided a nice contrast against the stiff tongue.

The paws weren't idle either. Each testicle was individually being attended to as his scrotum was fondled in turn. The pads were slightly rough against the skin and it was like the mascot was more curious than anything. As though the palpations were for their own enjoyment than Peter's.

Not wanting to cum too quickly he tried to distract himself and get a better look at Pluto's erection. It was certainly large, maybe a bit larger than his own but the shape wasn't quite human. How was the best way to describe it? Tapered at the end? It was reminiscent of how a cartoon dog penis would look.

At least the testicles looked more familiar. The scrotum was made of the same felt material as the suit and each ball dangled deliciously close to his face each time any sort of movement was made.

And if he thought the musk was concentrated at the chin, it was nothing compared to what was available at the groin. It was like an aura all around his face. One of damp earth, warm sweat, and strangely enough, freshly vacuumed carpet. It was taking everything he had to not press his nose into the crook between Pluto's cock and balls.

Actually, that was a good idea. Why should he have all the pleasure? It was only fair that he returned the favour. Grabbing hold of the hips above him, Peter watched the little black tail wagging excitedly above his face. Enough distractions, time to get to work.

He angled the head of the penis towards his mouth and coaxed the mascot to lower their butt. Kisses were planted over every inch of skin once it was close enough. He was trembling to do more as the heavy balls dangled above his face. Pluto's low growling was now interspersed with gentle aroo's, a sure sign they were enjoying this.

Throwing caution to the wind he wrapped his lips around the bulb, indulging in its warmth. It didn't feel quite as squishy as a regular penis, but it also wasn't the same density as a rubbery dildo. The mascot's penis sat comfortable between both worlds and Peter had never experienced anything like it before.

Gently he dragged his tongue over and was surprised when it started to inflate. Was this knotting? With each additional suck it continued to inflate and was reminiscent of a regular dog's cock growing at its base. A sense of pride swept over his chest as he reveled in the confirmation that he was successfully pleasuring his partner. Idle thoughts about what it would be like to have the knot in other holes entered his mind.

But he could do better. No longer content with the dick outside his mouth he greedily shoved it into his mouth. Eager to do more he continued swallowing more and more until the tip was poking into the back of his throat. Comfortable with the position of the dog's waist he allowed one hand to leave and cradle a single ball, marveling at its heft.

As much as he wanted to, Peter was uncertain if he could take anymore. If this was actually a knot it was swelling rapidly, compromising his ability to attempt any sort of deepthroating maneuver. Perhaps this would be enough, a steady stream of aarr's were coming from the other side of the bed.

The dick was now sliding in and out of Peter's mouth as he did his best to maintain a vacuum grip. Pluto wasn't quite able to do the same, as the flat halves of his jaw mashed about, lightly applying pressure at various points. One paw was now dedicated to giving a handjob, stroking away in rhythm with their bobbing head.

Desperate not to cum first he redoubled his efforts. Swirling his tongue around, he also managed to grab the base of the mascot's cock to jack them off too. The heat had intensified severalfold in the past minute as the knot grew even thicker making it difficult to maneuver around.

But when the dog started to howl he could only smile as he started to milk out his hard-earned prize. It quickly threatened to spill over and run down his chin as Peter scrambled to figure out a solution.

Swallowing as fast as he could so as to not waste any, it appeared that Pluto was taking a moment to just revel in their afterglow. When they first arranged themselves to 69 properly, Peter had been able to look down and into their beige shirt as it hung from their body. The edges would dance above, just barely caressing his skin.

But now the entire weight of their lower half was resting on his chest now. He could feel the silky tie all bunched up near his stomach while the cotton of their outfit rubbed around.

It was only when the mascot's cock stopped twitching did the cum stop flowing. With the barest hint of reluctance the noticeably smaller knot popped out of Peter's mouth. Now was also when he realized that he had gulped everything down so fast he didn't even taste it.

Pausing to savour what was left in his mouth it was a bit viscous with a slightly salty aftertaste. It certainly wasn't bad by any means and he was a bit disappointed that there wasn't anymore. That is until he smelt a waft of something not unlike chlorine.

Of course, there was a penis that still needed to be cleaned. Craning his neck upwards he proceeded to lick every sticky inch of it clean. This time he intended to burn the memory of the flavours into his brain. Despite the windows being open the room had become markedly more humid and the smell of mulch continued to permeate the air.

Pluto finally moved and slid off as Peter reluctantly gave a final kiss. And then gasped as felt paws gripped his hips and he allowed himself to be guided to the edge of the bed. Eyes meeting, he subconsciously realized that he was reflexively mimicking the half-lidded gaze that the dog had been giving him.

He chuckled, somehow during the escapade the safari hat had managed to stay on. Tipping the headwear, the mascot flipped his tie over his shoulder and clutched the penis in front of them. They were opting for something gentle again, or maybe teasing. Peter didn't know and honestly didn't care.

But when the dog wasn't getting the response they wanted there was a slight whine and head tilt. One paw went to their chin in mock contemplation when their eyes suddenly went wide in epiphany. They released the dick and ducked under the bed where the sounds of rummaging could be heard.

As much as he wanted those paws and mouth back on him as soon as possible, Peter tried to calm himself down and enjoy reprieve. Pluto's rump was up in the air, bouncing back and forth as their tail drooped and flopped only to shoot up when they found what they were looking for. With their arms behind their back, they returned to the front of the bed and winked again.

In such a pose they inadvertently puffed their chest out. The tie had returned to the front and there was just something about how charming the black complimented the khaki of the shirt. Even from this distance he could smell the animalistic scent that the mascot was giving off as it competed with the smells of nature.

Wink wink.

The dog whipped both paws out from behind his back and waggled them in the air. One of them had a black sock stretched over it. Peter wanted to ask how did they know? Where did they come from? And why was he so lucky to be spoiled in this fashion? Instead, the only thing to come out of his mouth was an embarrassingly loud moan as the footwear touched his shivering cock.

They were probably just ordinary cotton socks but they may have as well been crafted out of the finest velvet. Fistfuls of the duvet filled his own hands as he tried to steady himself against this new sensation. It was taking everything he could to not close his eyes in an attempt to garner better concentration. He didn't want to miss a moment of this, not for anything.

Stretched against such large paws, noticeable portions of the sock were slightly transparent. A little flap of loose fabric bobbed and occasionally nipped the tip of his penis as Pluto jacked him off.

But that was just one paw. The other naked one was stroking the rest of his body. Boldly traveling wherever it pleased.

Once again, the contrast between the soft cloth hand to the rougher fabric of the paw pads caused tingles to shoot through wherever they touched. And each part of his body responded in their own unique ways.

The insides of his more sensitive thighs wanted to seize up and close, he wanted to simultaneously expose himself while also wanting to lurch over when the upper reaches of his stomach were stroked, and when his balls were cupped he could feel precum gently oozing out in response.

Mustering the last vestiges of his resolve, Peter pushed and sat up a little more straight on the edge of the bed. The mascot initially didn't take notice as they focused on the pawjob. But when the safari hat was removed so that forehead kisses could be applied they finally looked upward.

The hat smelt like laundry left to air dry on a summer's day while the top of their head smelt like summer itself, a pocket of warm air concentrated right there just for him. As tempted as he was to wear the hat himself he returned it to the mascot's head.

And then the dog was standing again, towering over the seated man. Their comparatively chilly tongue dragging up his chest was still cool against skin and slurped loudly along its path culminating in their snout rubbing against his nose. More kisses were given to the rubbery nub but the pawjob did not increase in intensity. Peter's breathing was becoming erratic, it wouldn't be long now.

With a grunt, creamy spurts of semen caught Pluto under their chin, all over the khaki shirt and black tie, but most ended up splattered all over the black socks. A stark contrast of white and black as they continued to milk away until Peter collapsed on his back onto the bed sheets.

"So-sorry about that. I didn't mean, mean to get you dirty." His lungs weren't cooperating as he stared into the ceiling which gently spun about. Were the plants always this widespread in this room? They had somehow crawled up the entire length of the walls.

But if the mascot minded, they didn't say anything. The black sock had no intention of waiting for their lover to catch their breath and was soon gripping the softening penis once again. But that's not all that it was holding.

Peter propped himself up on his elbows and saw that the dog was standing with their crotch next to his. And with that he immediately realized what the other object was.

Pluto was jacking both of them off together.

The epiphany sent a surge of blood back down into his crotch as the mascot used the fresh, still-warm cum as lubrication. Their dicks easily glided and rubbed against each other as the sock worked its magic.

The dog was panting in excitement while Peter did his best to sit up to not only see better, but also spread his legs to allow for easier access. He got up just in time to see the other paw scoop up a stray blob of cum and deposit it directly onto their waiting tongue.

Emboldened from seeing such a sensual act of passion, he leaned forward and draped his arms over their shoulders while wrapping his feet around their butt. The earthy smells that were associated with Pluto's shirt were now competing with the scent of fresh semen mingling nearby.

Not wanting to be outdone, the mascot still had a few tricks to play. While their shirt was being sniffed they delicately pushed Peter's face back so they could stare into each other's eyes. And just when it seemed like time had stopped they tilted his head and took the chance to nibble on Peter's ear. He nearly jumped off the bed in surprise before leaning in so that more of the lobe would fit inside the mouth.

Perhaps it was inaccurate to call it nibbling. It was more like, chomping? No, chomping was too rough an action, whatever was being done was very gentle. Occasionally the tongue would touch and the temperature distinction would send shivers down his neck.

Despite having cum so recently, he could feel another orgasm bubbling up. Was it appropriate to cum so soon? Perhaps it would be bad etiquette to not cum after all the hard work that Pluto was doing. Though, if there was a way for them to ejaculate together that would be ideal.

He felt the dog stiffen against him and immediately understood that they were both struggling to endure. And the thought that he was bringing his lover to an orgasm sent him over the edge. While it wasn't simultaneous it was close enough. As the first jet of his seed flew out it was quickly matched from the other cock.

To feel someone's heartbeat was a fairly intimate act in itself, but nothing compared to feeling that same life pulse through their genitals. Like a milky fountain they sprayed all over their chests, sharing in the sticky mess as they rubbed as much of their bodies against each other.

The sock had become soaked from so much semen, their combined semen, that it was certain that the paw holding it inevitably became sodden too. Wrapping his arms around their torso, Peter brought them in close as a hug as he could. He never wanted to leave, if he could die like this he would die happy.

But the mascot had other plans.

Without pausing to allow either of them to recover, the man was pushed back onto the bed. He was startled but naturally fell into the dog's embrace. Peter was of two minds. He wanted to keep going, in case somehow this was a dream that could abruptly end at any moment.

But there was something to be said for a minute of relaxation. He hadn't realized how hard he had been breathing. Tiny dark patches of his sweat had been soaked up by the mascot's outfit and he found himself smiling. It was as though he was marking Pluto all for himself in more ways than one. He spotted a streak of cum matted to their shirt.

The whole room smelled of heady musk now, it was overpowering even the fragrances of dirt and verdant leaves. He stared into the duvet and relaxed as a paw touched his butt, kneading around as it saw fit. Opting to pull their tie to bring them in closer he eventually decided to just nuzzle into the crook of the dog's neck.

He could have fallen asleep like that. Right there, right then. With Pluto fondling him only to be interrupted by a lick across his face. And he almost did nod off thanks to the panting that had ASMR-like qualities.

But the mascot had other plans. Just as the man was about to drift into sleep he felt himself roused and back into a clumsy kiss. Though he was still groggy he found himself flipped over and arranged him on his hands and knees. It wasn't easy, especially with all the fatigue that was accumulating but eventually they settled with having Peter's ass in the air.

"Mmm... Whatcha doing pup?"Oh! Ohh...! What are you doing...?" He was certain that whatever was going to happen next was going to be amazing, just like everything else had been. He just wasn't sure if he was going to have enough energy for it.

Then the tongue made an unexpected return.

It was warm now, damp even, possibly from all the cum that had been flying earlier. But the hardened material was unmistakable and it was now firmly slinking between his cheeks. With some effort it even managed to poke and prod his puckered asshole.

He was failing even harder to get his breathing under control, especially when he knew what was coming next. Then the sock came back to apply even further lubrication. Goopy trails ran down his scrotum, still fresh and likely steaming.

Peter could hear and feel Pluto climb onto the bed right behind, their fuzzy legs brushing against his hamstrings and ass. They angled themselves carefully so that their hips were at the same height and playfully slapped their revived erection in-between his buttocks.

Then the tip made more frequent and aggressive passes at his exposed anus. Slowly it tested the entrance before retreating from the sensitive nub. Despite the multiple orgasms in such a short period of time he could feel himself getting erect all over again.

However, the dog never pushed too far. Each fraction of an inch was graced with a pause, as if to check for any hint of rejection. Only when Peter relaxed again did it tenderly continue its journey. Finally he felt the cockhead stay in. The knot would disappointingly have to stay outside but such disheartening thoughts would disappear with the realization that they were entirely inside now.

And it was aided by the fact he could soon feel it bump against the entrance as the thrusting ramped up in speed.

It was smaller than he expected but maybe it was because it was supposed to get larger inside? He would have been happy with one of these happening to him but to have all of them and more was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

As the mascot continued to push inward and loomed over top their tie inevitably lolled down and tickled his back. It also became clear that the dog was having trouble controlling their breathing. The deeper they got the shallower the breaths as he tried to relax as much as possible to make the journey easier.

If he thought the dog's penis from before was hot it was raging now. Maybe it was just a consequence of how sensitive everything inside was. To be able to feel every little detail so acutely down to the veins.

And with an anticlimactic tap their balls touched.

Pluto was in. Every bit of that dick was engulfed by his rectum and he didn't know how to comprehend how full everything felt. To be honest, he was bordering on overstimulation as a paw grabbed one hand and the rest of the shirt chafed against his back.

They stayed like that for a moment, as though uncertain as what to do next or perhaps just to savour the moment. But soon the cock started to leave and when it was just about to fall out it started its return journey.

Even as it was departing, Peter found himself clenching to try and delay its exit. Even though he knew it would be making its return soon. Even as the mascot steadied themselves to begin plowing in earnest.

The paws were gripping his ass much more firmly this time. It was as if the dog was having trouble holding back and desperately wanted to have their way. Despite their obvious carnal urges the gentleness still remained even on the second entry.

AROOOOO!

Howling. They were howling. Did his ass feel that good? He felt himself swell with pride knowing that he was able to give that much pleasure to his partner. But after a few thrusts it was as though they remembered about his pleasure too.

They were clearly very flexible as Peter felt the paw palpate his groin, first massaging his scrotum before finally grabbing his erection. The dual pleasure was almost too much to handle and any pretense of fatigue had completely dissipated.

The room was spinning and his mind was a blur. He feared he might melt away in Pluto's arms as their scarf fell down to tickle his cheek. They panted in unison as the dick pumped in and out, the sounds becoming increasingly lewd with each pass. It seems like the cum from their previous escapade was proving more than sufficient for facilitating the next step of their love-making.

A familiar hardening was felt and then the pressure in his bowels intensified. On the outside the knot had grown noticeably larger too and audibly smacked against his backdoor. Peter buried his face into the duvet as his palms gripped the sheets to brace himself.

If he thought he felt warm before, it was nothing compared to what he felt next. It first sat in the deepest parts of his stomach, like a smoldering ember and then it spread, oh how it spread. And each additional burst of semen just accelerated the rate in which the heat travelled through his body.

Having his prostate under a constant assault from Pluto's seemingly endless supply was the tipping point for the man's second orgasm. The dog was hunched over and growling while leaning on his back for support. He could feel how sticky the shirt and tie were becoming as it diligently absorbed the fruits of their exertions.

In this moment he felt almost complete. But something was missing and Peter couldn't quite put his finger on it. The effects of the third afterglow were definitely messing with his mind and another dopey, content grin was already creeping across his face.

With some measure of disappointment the penis finally plopped out, dragging with it an equal measure of frothy semen. He could feel it splatter onto the backs of his legs and calves. Still, he allowed himself to be pulled back into the rumpled sheets and basked in the joys of being the small spoon.

As the mascot hugged him around his significantly full tummy, he had an epiphany as to what was absent. Wiggling ever so slightly out of Pluto's embrace he rolled over so that they were directly facing each other.

They stared into each other's eyes and Peter wondered if he was returning the same seductive, half-lidded gaze that they were. The dog dipped down and lapped up several beads of sweat off his chest as their now flaccid and sticky penises sat on top of each other.

The mascot's nose was probably fairly wet from all the kisses but if they minded there wasn't any indication and Peter certainly couldn't help himself. Especially when said kisses were frequently returned onto his own nose. And when a break was needed from all the kissing he rubbed his cheek against theirs, indulging in the soft fur against skin.

Sneaking an arm under the crook of Pluto's neck he drew the two of them even closed. With his spare hand he set about playing around with the floppy ears at the side of their head. This was nice. It was almost perfect, but how could things be even better?

Wait, that was it, he figured it out. He knew exactly how he wanted this to end. With some effort he rotated onto his back much to the confusion of his lover who clearly was expecting a bit more cuddle time. Well there'd be time for that later. First, one final session of lovemaking.

Grasping Pluto's dick he brought it back to life. Once it showed signs of becoming engorged again he poked it against his still sensitive anus. There was a trace of uncertainty, as though they were worried that Peter might be injured from lack of sufficient respite.

But as the dog was encouraged to get on top by Peter's other hand they eventually relented and straddled him. Whipping their tie over their shoulder so that it wouldn't get in the way of the next set of activities both lovers found themselves peering into each other's eyes once more.

Even with the addition of even more lube the going was much more slow this time. It was as if the mascot knew how sensitive everything was inside and took extra precautions to ensure that everything was going to be pleasurable.

Their concentration would be thoroughly tested though. The man had taken the opportunity to exploit Pluto's exposed neck and peck away with his lips. He could feel the vibrations in their throat as they attempted to redouble their efforts with the task at hand despite the distraction.

And then the world froze in place. Or it may as well have. He wasn't sure who had slowed things down to a halt as the penis at his ass momentarily pulled back. but it didn't really matter, neither of them really minded another opportunity for yet another round of cuddling before the final deed was done.

The dog loomed, completely in control as their tongue made another circuit around his face while Peter contented himself to playfully grasping their erections together. Another series of pecks were applied to the underside of Pluto's chin before they brought their lips together once again. If the act was intended to further relax him it certainly worked as the dog's cock entered far more easily the second time.

Hm, was it always this full? Something felt different this time. He knew that they had only been partially hard when going in but even at full force it didn't quite enlargen like this. But he was having difficulty looking at where they were connected to see what was going on. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it just meant he was greeted with better views down the dog's shirt. It was only when a set of hips collided with his waist that he understood what had just happened.

Almost all of Pluto was inside him now except for the now completely inflated knot. It remained firmly outside, bouncing comfortably against his ass. Even though they had both cum so recently and their breather was far shorter than either wanted to admit this last orgasm was not going to take very long. The tell-tale berserk movements of hips as they urged each other on.

Pop.

Something went in. It was barely audibly against the sounds of their lovemaking but it was certainly felt. Something else just found its way into his bowels and if he thought he felt full before it was nothing compared to this and with a spark of excitement he knew that the knot was finally inside.

And it had a life of its own. He could feel a separate pulse emanating from it, different from that of the rest of the shaft. But he wouldn't have long to contemplate the knot as seconds later they were both cumming. It wasn't entirely certain if it was intentional but it happened anyways. So as Pluto deposited another load inside, Peter showered their bellies with more ropes of creamy seed.

They took one look at each other and automatically kissed again as their penises twitched and sprayed. Their arms wrapped embraced each other almost too tightly as they relished in the latest jolts of post-orgasmic bliss.

The snuggling continued with one atop each other until the knot eventually deflated and flopped out. The man tried to take in as many sensations as his weary brain could handle. The stream of pooling warmth coalescing underneath, the even stickier shirt chafing against his nipples, the low crooning coming from his lover's throat.

Pluto toppled to the side and spooned Peter. It was as though they wanted to cater to him if the actions of their paws were indicative of anything. Up and down they stroked, further smearing the mess of their lovemaking all around before teasing the now flaccid source. He arched his neck, giving the dog access so that they could give kisses and licks.

He never wanted to leave and even delaying their inevitable departure by a second was desirable. But it would have to end eventually and several minutes he tensed as he felt the mascot ease themselves away and off the bed.

Peter propped himself up and watched as the dog changed into a fresh set of clothes that just so happened to have been hiding in the room. They winked and left the soiled garments on a nearby chair. A parting gift of sorts, he would treasure them forever.

He stood and followed Pluto to the door who was in the process of straightening their tie. They turned and knelt down for one final tender kiss. Their lips pressed against each other for a bittersweet second and then they parted.

The mascot must have seen the melancholic look in the man's eyes because they quickly directed his gaze at their face. Confused, Peter watched as they made a series of gestures. First, a point towards their eye, then the paws motioned to form a shape in the air, followed by pointing at Peter's chest. The series of actions was repeated several times until he realized that the shape was a heart.

I love you. The message was I love you and just like that he wanted to leap back into the dog's arms. The instant he understood the message he rushed into Pluto's chest and wrapped his arms around as tightly as he could.

"I love you too..." He whispered and lifted his head up for the shortest, sweetest kiss he had ever known. Even as the mascot slowly left they held onto his hands until the last possible moment. Arms stretched out as far as possible before finally the hold broke and he watched them walk away.

When they turned at the end of the hallway Pluto blew a last kiss and pointed at the autograph book pressed back into his chest.

And then Pluto was gone.

The autograph book? When did they have time to fool around with this? He sighed and flipped through to the dog's signature. He already missed them but he felt his breath catch in his throat as he inspected the latest entry.

A phone number. Oh my, oh my. This wasn't going to be a one-off? They'd meet again? Peter couldn't hold back the smile encroaching on his face, even if he wanted to. They would meet again.