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Relief 4- New Plans
By Monsieur Foxy
DISCLAIMER: By reading the following story, you agree that you are of legal age, and are willingly reading this and have purposely found this story for the purpose of reading this story, which contains gay male on male sex involving a human male and his transformed male dog. All content is copyrighted MonsieurFoxy.
Upon awakening, I was aware of several obvious and unavoidable facts:
My dog is somehow no longer a four-legged pet.
My dog is now huge, muscled, and hung like a horse.
My dog is now tied in my ass, and has been since yesterday.
My dog is now getting hard again, and my ass is screaming at me that it can't make any more room for the fresh swelling.
I'm hard as a nail, and am about to cum again, just from the feeling of hard dog-cock against my prostate.
After summing up the following facts, I couldn't focus anymore on thoughts, as Hans' knot swelled again, as he slowly roused from his slumber. I felt cramping as my overfull gut tried valiantly to cope with the renewed pressure of my furry lover's huge knot stretching my worn-out asshole.
Hans tried to think where he was, and stunned himself with the realization that He was aware of himself that seemed new to his perceptions. He felt his heart beat a little faster, and then jumped again as he felt that familiar tightness and heat in between his thighs. He looked down his chest at his Lover, stilled pinned upon his hardening cock by his knot.
Hans huffed once and reached around his lover with one arm as he levered himself up slowly, feeling the tight constriction move closer to the back of his knot. His lover groaned and squirmed helplessly as he felt the motion tug on the knot locked within his ass.
I felt the knot tug painfully against my asshole, and then felt relief from the pressure as Hans shifted fully upright, and spread those massive thighs apart, letting my grateful ass sag down against his sheath and heavy balls again. I sighed slowly, breathing deeply, willing my body to accept this new onslaught on my body by the maleness spearing it and keeping it immobilized by pain, pleasure, and the press of thick, sticky semen against my rectal walls.
I felt my gut shift, and a sudden easing of the pressure in my gut caused me a momentary flash of fear that my intestines had ruptured. Then I burped and tasted stale cum. So that's why I feel better. I looked down my own body to see my own morning wood bounce, slapping me right below the navel. I felt a heat build up quickly in my balls as they tightened and swelled with the throbbing of my heart.
Hans took his other brown and black-patterned arm and slid down to cup the swelling sweaty nuts of his Lover. He licked his chops at the scent beginning to charge the air of their room. He breathed the scent in, letting the phermones hit him, and he began to roll and squeeze the nuts in his grasp slowly, in time with his first gentle thrusts.
The knot began to grind against the hot, tight tunnel it was buried in, forcing waves of nerve-searing pleasure to burn their way up Lover's spine, knocking his head back and forcing a moan of lust from his throat. Lover twitched, and buried his face in Hans' chestfur. He moaned out his pleasure at being mated again. All the heat was getting to Hans, and he began panting lightly, stroking Lover's cock with one paw and continued to knead and roll his Lover's balls with the other.
He grunted as the ass he was thrusting into began to tug and ripple, trying to pull him deeper inside his mate. Hans loved it; his balls throbbed and churned with desire to spew their sticky, potent contents into Lover's stomach. Hans gave a low bark, from deep within his chest, and thrust a little faster.
He thrust in and out, in and out, in and out, until the slapping of his body against that of Paul, echoed through the room. All the precum oozing from his tip had soaked them both from the navel down, and had matted Hans' belly and crotch fur flat, and made loud squelching noises to replace the slaps. It filled their ears, making the couple even hornier, and they sped up a little more.
I was so filled with lust, my body was burning me alive.
My body found a new way to squirm and buck back into Hans' thrusts. I don't know how I was taking the force without injuring my back, but I wasn't about to complain. The blissful sensations of fullness, heat, and the stretching of my anal ring all combined to tear another whorish moan from my gasping mouth. In the last ten minutes, my gut had partially filled with precum, and I could feel it slosh around the beating rhythym of his throbbing maleness against my inner walls.
I clenched my fists, balling them up in the little bit of loose hide and fur around his shoulders and neck, and pulled him down onto me. Hans' body now pinned me against the bed, and my body's struggle to breath properly were smothered beneath the need to impale itself deeper on the hard knot still locking us together.
I found a way to bend my legs at the hips and folding them up over my bent elbows, I was now able to stretch my lower back, and sink that hard, veiny knot another inch in my ass. Abruptly, I felt the strain disappear completely from my ass.
Momentary panic filled me that maybe the cock had finally ruptured me. This was dispelled quickly, as I felt a searing bolt of pure pleasure rip through my body, as Hans gave one loud, deep warning bark. Then he thrust out, pulling his knot back tight and almost ripping free of my sphincter. I cried out in surprise and sudden pain, just as Hans pushed ALL the way in. It passed something deep in my gut, and then throbbed in waves that passed from root to knot to shaft to tip. I felt the heat of the blasts as they filled me with fresh cum that combined with the previous loads.
I felt a pushing and tightness as I watched my gut swell just a little from all the hot semen inside it. I looked pudgy, almost pregnant with Hans' thick, pungent cocksap. I was still cumming, after nine whole shots. I let loose with a few more, these running down my sides and onto the bed. I felt my ass unclench, and heavy trickles of cum began to ooze from around Hans' massive knot.
Hans barked and pulled back for the final thrust. He couldn't believe how tight Paul was, and he only got tighter the deeper Hans thrust. Dear Fur, his balls were so swollen and sensitive. He just wanted to seed his lover and relieve the awesome pressure of the spunk building in his balls.
Then he felt the dam burst, and his seed began rushing through him, through his cock, and into Paul's belly.
Hans just lay there, tongue lolling out, panting and whining with pleasure as he felt his nuts contract again and again, pulsing and throbbing wildly as he unleashed torrent after torrent of cum into that tight ass.
Gradually, he felt the walls of Paul's gut push away from his cock as it stretched with the sheer volume of seed.
Hans settled his arms around his lover, and hefted his body just a few inches above Paul's and felt a sweaty, semen-covered chest push against his, as Paul panted hard, breathing deeply to stay conscious as he felt Hans' load finally stop, and the cum began to migrate further up his gut, and continue to leak from his ass.
God, never let this end. I just love this feeling I have with Hans. I said a little prayer to whatever divine or supernatural agency was responsible. I spent a few moments just floating in the afterglow, until a sudden intrusive thought burst my bubble.
Wait.
Oh God.
What do I do when I have to get another job?
What do I do if my landlord comes in for an inspection and finds Hans?
How am I going to keep the bills paid after next month?
Hans feels the change as anxiety once again begins to emanate from Paul. What was wrong? He didn't do anything bad to Paul, did he? Was Paul upset with Hans? And if it wasn't him, what had Paul so stressed?
Hans knew that he needed to help Paul, whatever it took. He snuffled gently at Paul's throat, and licked his face a few times, before ducking down, and cleaning with his strong, dextrous tongue, all the cum stuck to Paul's chest and stomach. He listened as Paul made those strange sounds.....Paul called them words...... and thought about them.
He had always known that certain 'words' were followed by certain sets of action. 'Sit' was him sitting down, and getting a reward. 'Stay' was a hard one, since he had to wait for what seemed to be an eternity before Paul came back in that door, but then he got petting, And treats. But 'bills' was one he remembered well, since it caused all sorts of signals to come from Paul. He could be angry, sad, tired, or worried.
That must mean that 'bills' was a bad thing, and he would do anything to help Paul not have to have 'bills'.
Hans remembered another word, set of words actually. 'bills are paid'. That one always ended with a tired but happy smile from Paul. Maybe if he could use those words, Paul would cheer up, and not be sad and upset anymore.
Hans tried to form the words as he had seen Paul's mouth and lips move, but his long jaw, waggly tongue, and jowls made it difficult to use the 'ill' sound. and his mouth was too big and floppy to make that tight pucker like Paul's mouth did to make a 'puh' sound. But he ran it silently a couple times to practice, then opened his jaws and tried them.
"burlf arrre baid"
Paul stopped dead as a big short-furred muzzle next to his ears made noises that could have just been, "Bills are paid".
I must be losing it, there's no way that my Hans just spoke. Now way in hell. Dogs don't speak.
But then again, they don't grow huge and horny and two-legged either. Oh well.
"Hans?" Ears perked attentively.
"Can you do that again?" Hans handsome brown and black muzzle quirked at the corner, and his ears flicked once.
"Rhef"
"Can you say 'yes'?" Hans brow kinked in the middle, and he cocked his head to one side.
"Rehgs"
"Try opening your jaw wider, like this" I demonstrated for him by dropping my jaw, and showing him my tongue bunched towards the back of my mouth, as I made a slow "eeeeyyyyyyyuh!"
"Y-yyyuh" It was a distorted sound, definitely a 'y' but with a shuddering, whining undertone.
"Hans?" Again, the ears perked up.
"Say 'yes'." I held my breath.
"i-y-yeas"
"One more time?"
"y-yes"
The 's' sound was very soft, almost swallowed by the louder 'y' grating whine. But it was unequivocally 'yes'. Damn. I began to wonder what else Hans had gained in his transformation. I resolved to try this, but it had knocked me out of my panicky loop. I'd try to find a job with my good friend and neighbor, who owned his own invitation-printing business. If I could get the job, I'd be close to home, and able to keep the landlord from seeing the new and altered Hans.
So maybe this was doable, after all. Who knew?
To Be Continued =^.^=
Comments and questions are always welcome! Tell me whether or not Paul gets the job with his neighbor!