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A bright bolt of lightning tore open the sky, its rumble accompanying a massive, dark-scaled dragon descending onto the battlefield. Extending its neck, the winged reptile blew out a stream of flames from its maw, reducing anything and everything in the way of his fiery breath into a pile of ash. The wounded wolf protagonist stood up from the ground, warm blood dripping down from the fresh cut over his left eye, his armor banged up and muddy. Unfazed by the fearsome performance of his foe, the wolf released a terrifying warcry, raising his shiny sword and charging at the foul creature.

*Zup*

The TV screen went black and Matt was suddenly greeted by the reflection of his own, dumbfounded face on the empty LED display. The droopy-eared dalmatian instinctively looked to his right towards the door, letting out an irritated growl as he set his eyes on exactly what he feared he would find there. This was it. His day was ruined.

"Sorry Spots, but me and Shandra are going to watch this now." Said the big german shepherd standing in the doorway, tossing a DVD labeled "Paws of the Dead" onto the couch next to Matt. The big male canine was wearing the same red-and-white varsity jacket and shorts as usual and had his muscular arm wrapped around a female golden retriever. The female canine, Shandra, smiled at Matt, cheerfully raising her paw in a greeting.

"Now scoot over spots!"

Yep. This was the bane of Matt's existence.

Matt moved himself to the far-left side of the couch, frowning as his jock roommate seated himself to the other end, all of the sofa cushions jumping slightly when the big german shepherd sat down. The golden retriever, the shine of whose fur was only barely matched by the golden necklace and earrings she wore, also seated herself on the couch between Matt and the big shepherd. She smelled like a mix of lilies and citrus, the latter of which particularly tickled the dalmatian's nose as the smell of the female's perfume crept on over to his side of the couch.

Shandra batted her delicate eyelids, decorated with a shade of pink eyeshadow, which formed an incredibly well-fitting match with the tone of her fur as she scooted up closer to her boyfriend. Her lips, painted magenta, were drawn into a smile as the female noticed Matt staring at her. "Hey there Matt! I hope we didn't interrupt you or anything."

Before the dalmatian could even open his mouth to speak, his shepherd roommate replied for him. "Of course we didn't babe! Besides, he must've been watching some nerd shit anyways. Our movie is so much better."

And here the big quarterback was back with calling Matt a nerd. Wonder where he got that from? The smaller dalmatian wasn't actually that much of a studier or a specialist in academics at all, just barely struggling at the B- level of his class. But Roy considered anything and anyone over his standard, D-, to be a nerd. Of course, by "Nerd", Roy could've also meant the dalmatian being a fan of sci-fi and fantasy movies, or the fact that Matt also enjoyed his fair share of videogames in his spare time. However, Matt was absolutely certain that Roy didn't have the mental capacity to think that far.

"Come on Roy! Don't be so mean!" Shandra said with an exaggerated tone, gently slapping his boyfriend to the chest, quickly following up with pats to his big and empty head. Roy lowered his ears, not because he was truly apologetic for his behavior, but only to act cute for his girlfriend. Nothing Matt hadn't already seen a thousand times before.

The big canine soon leaned in for a kiss on his partner, the female goldie not putting up any sort of resistance and happily making out with his big, bulky boyfriend on the couch next to Matt. Great! Not awkward at all. Not to say that this was in any way beyond what the big shepherd normally did with Shandra, and if all else, Matt was almost surprised he hadn't already started groping her-

Shifting his eyes a little lower, the spotted canine sighed, catching a real eyeful of Roy's paw groping the female retriever's left breast over her light blue top. Matt grimaced, watching the shameless display of the couple next to him. The dalmatian's eyes darted a bit all over the place as he was unsure if he should watch the intense tongue wrestling or not. It was right there, and any kind of lewd groping or not, neither of the two could seem to care any less of the third canine's presence. Sure Matt would've not expected anything less from his roommate, but Shandra at least was a somewhat sensible person compared to the big shepherd.

I swear one of them is getting off to this...

Roy's ears suddenly perked up and the german shepherd pulled away from the kiss, the expression on his face indicating he had remembered something dreadful. "Oh shit!" He muttered while Matt and Shandra curiously tilted their heads in unison. "I almost forgot the snacks!"

Matt could physically feel both his right paw and his forehead itching as he so badly wanted to smash the two together.

Shandra giggled. Roy stood up and the entirety of the couch rocked a bit, the big canine now using his dark nose to sniff any scents emanating over from the kitchen. "Stay right there babe!" He said after a while, disappearing into the kitchen and leaving Matt alone on the couch with Shandra.

Smiling, the beautiful golden retriever now turned towards Matt, raising her feet onto the couch, invasively placing them on the dalmatian's lap. There was no malevolence behind the female's actions, and Matt knew she only wanted to tease him. Ignoring the golden paws in his lap, Matt met Shandra's gaze but quickly decided to redirect his eyes to the wall on his right.

"What?" Shandra giggled, tapping Matt's thighs with her paws.

"Umm... Your umm~... shirt." Matt replied, continuing to observe the many intricacies of the last-decade-built apartment's drywall.

Looking down, the golden retriever finally noticed that her shirt had been lifted up during the makeout session not too long ago, which now left the right cup of her bra, eggshell, and lace, completely out for the world, and more pressingly, Matt to see.

"Oops!" She said with her nonchalant tone, pulling her blue cotton top back to cover her upper torso. "I wouldn't have minded you looking you know?" She said, carefully dragging her paws along Matt's thighs, her quiet voice hitting a particular note in the dalmatian's droopy ears. There she was with her teasing again.

Matt still couldn't properly wrap his head around, why on earth would someone like Shandra go out with a guy like Roy. The golden retriever could surely get someone much better. She was actually really smart and cunning, not by any means lacking in the looks department either. Yet, she was going out with Roy, who was as dumb as a log as far as Matt was concerned. The dalmatian was convinced there was something more in the relationship for the retriever. Be it the status of dating a quarterback or something else, but Shandra wasn't dating Roy just because she liked him. Or maybe she did, at least on some level. Either that, or she was one hell of an actress on top of all her other talent.

Turning his muzzle back toward the female canine, Matt put on a cold smile, one that made it clear he wasn't buying in on her bullshit. The golden retriever responded with her own, dashing smile, which had a hint of threat and cautiousness behind it. There was a silent understanding between the two.

The battle of the smiles was interrupted as Roy started yelling from the kitchen: "Do you want a beer, baby!?"

Blinking her heavily made-up eyelids, Shandra glanced towards the kitchen, the reflections from her golden earrings dancing along the walls as she did. "I'm good!" She shouted back at Roy, which was then followed up by the kind of sounds a 300-pound german shepherd makes while rummaging through the fridge.

"Why are you going out with a jerk like him anyways." Matt huffed, doing very little to cover his displeasure with his big roommate.

The female golden retriever giggled and set her paws down from Matt's lap, leaning back against the armrest. "What are you talking about? He's adorable. And, well, most of the time he isn't such a dick. The only guy he seems so agitated around is you. He's really not that bad." Shandra explained while taking a look at her recently done nails, acting as nonchalant as ever. "And of course, you know.... the sex with him IS amazing."

Matt growled, rolling his eyes to the golden retriever's great amusement. It was not like she needed to tell him that. Many, many times had Matt been studying or trying to sleep in his own room when the big german shepherd and his girlfriend had started going at it. And no, neither of them were very quiet whilst in the act. Matt clearly remembered what the now smiling golden retriever sounded like behind the wall, when Roy was piledriving his doggydick into her pussy with full force, her short, sharp moans were forever carved into the dalmatian's memory. He also knew exactly what the orgasming howl of a german shepherd sounded like, that thunderous rumble being loud enough to shake the walls at times.

"...But I'm sure you already know that... right?" Shandra finished, raising her left eyebrow and giving the dalmatian a cheeky stare, to which Matt only clicked his tongue in response.

There wasn't much more room for further discussion as Roy got back from the kitchen, the apartment's hardwood floor thumping under the paws of the muscular shepherd. Shandra instinctively made way, scooting more towards the middle of the beige couch, giving her boyfriend space to sit down. Roy, holding onto a bowl of chips and five bags of beef jerky, slammed himself down onto the sofa, both Shandra and Matt jumping on their cushions from the impact.

Already tearing open, and subsequently emptying one of the bags of beef jerky into his mouth, Roy now picked up the DVD and handed it over to Shandra. "Put it in babe!" He said, his mouth full of jerky.

Funny. Usually, Matt heard those words from her mouth instead of Roy's. As if knowing what the quiet dalmatian was thinking, Shandra stuck out her tongue towards Matt, standing up from the couch and making her way over to the TV. The female goldie opened the DVD case and bent over to insert the disc into the player next to the TV. Matt found his eyes trailing up the female's legs, the smooth golden fur beautiful enough to draw anyone's eyes towards it. A bit more up, the hem of her white skirt just barely draped over her curvy behind and covered her underwear, a tease that would make any straight male feel a sting in their heart and their trousers.

Matt took a cautious glance at Roy by the other end of the couch, making sure he was not caught eyeing someone else's girlfriend's ass. To his relief, and not that great of a surprise, there looked like there was nothing for the dalmatian to worry about, as it appeared that the big shepherd was enjoying the view just as much as the spotted canine. The near-serene state of the two males watching available female ass was soon interrupted as the owner of those big doggy cheeks spoke up.

"This shit is broken! It won't open!" Shandra complained, sighing and straightening her back for a moment.

"Oh, you have to double-tap the eject button. Otherwise, it won't open." Matt explained, having forgotten to mention the faults of their old relic of multimedia machinery.

The voluptuous female bent over again, this time succeeding in inserting the DVD into the player. A generic, poor graphic design movie menu popped up and an ominous soundtrack began to play. With her jewelry jingling, Shandra dove back onto the couch, cuddling herself up to Roy and his snacks, the big shepherd pushing the play button on the remote.

....

The flick was your average zombie-apocalypse movie. Split skulls, spilled guts, agonizing screams, and fake blood far beyond what was tasteful or even entertaining. The plot and characters, as one might have expected, were below mediocre at best, and the studio behind the film definitely wasn't waiting on any academy-award nominations. Matt himself wasn't a big fan of zombie films to begin with and had to fight the urge to twiddle with his phone every couple of minutes or so. Whether Roy and Shandra liked it, Matt couldn't know, as the couple spent at least half of their time muzzle-wrestling instead of focusing on the movie itself. And once again, the bored dalmatian was not surprised.

At about halfway into the movie, Roy casually brought Shandra's paw over to his crotch and it wasn't long from there, before the german shepherd's big german shepherd cock was out and about, with the female golden retriever casually stroking it. Roy's ability to get hard, or even think about having sex while watching a zombie movie was way beyond Matt's comprehension. The irritated dalmatian quietly ground his teeth together, watching from the corner of his eye at the unashamed couple engaging in foreplay right there on the couch next to him. Though it wasn't like the cavorting itself bothered the dalmatian. Heck, who wouldn't like watching two young, good-looking dogs having some handsy time on the couch? No, the only thing bothering Matt about this was the lack of decency and the tactlessness of his roommate. He had interrupted Matt's movie, just so he could pretend to watch his own, and then get a blowjob from his girlfriend.

That wasn't to say Matt wasn't slightly intrigued by the possibility of catching a proper glimpse of his roommate's dick. Despite being generally very carefree with the way he dressed and publicly acting horny around his girlfriend, Matt had actually never seen Roy's cock, at least not bare, during the entirety of their cohabitation. During the three-or-so months the odd pair had been living together, it would've been easy for the dalmatian to expect at least an unfortunate run-in by the shower or bathroom, a careless slip of a towel in the distance from the bathroom to the shepherd's own room, or the black and brown canine just walking into the living room, forgetting to wear pants one morning with a bad hangover. But no, nothing.

Matt had seen Roy in his underwear a couple of times though, and from those times, the dalmatian knew that whatever the shepherd was packing; it was big! And admittedly, over time Matt had gotten increasingly curious of his roommate's package, at times having seriously considered trying to make one of the aforementioned 'accidents' happen in order to get a glimpse of whatever his roommate had hanging between his legs. Now could be the perfect time to see what kind of toy Shandra got to play with five nights of the week.

What!? No!

This wasn't time to be peeking at the bid dumb dog's crotch. It was time to be angry with him. Matt shook his head, clearing his mind of thoughts about Roy's cock, however mysterious and magnificent it might be. And seems like he was just in time as he overheard a careful whisper from his roommate.

"Want to suck it?"

Matt twitched and turned his head to the right, taking a blatant look at Shandra and Roy, their faces currently locked in a kiss. Breaking off the saliva-salute, Shandra sighed, and Matt saw the female making an up-and-down motion with her left arm as she stroked his boyfriend. "But Matt's here..." The golden retriever whispered back, planting another quick kiss on the shepherd's lips.

"Don't worry... He won't mind..."

Matt could almost hear something snap between his ears.

"Yeah, I don't FUCKING mind!" Matt spoke up, putting heavy emphasis on the F-word.

Both Roy and Shandra nearly jumped when the dalmatian raised his voice, both looking over at their spotted third wheel less than three feet away. Taking a few seconds to recover from the shock of getting caught, the expression on Roy's face quickly morphed into a hostile stare, which the big canine directed at his roommate. Matt responded with an equally nasty glare, it only being a matter of time before there would be born teeth and growling between the two.

"You got a problem spots!?" Roy growled, now sitting up straight, trying to make himself look as big as possible.

"Oh, you ARE mentally capable of being aware of your surroundings. Sorry, I didn't realize!" Matt snapped back at the bigger male, unfazed by his intimidation attempts. "If you just wanted her to blow you, why didn't you ask her in the car? I guess your tiiiiiny star-quarterback brain couldn't think of that now could it?"

That last one really seemed to hit its mark, and Roy stood up from the couch, erecting his hulking frame into its full 6'7 length. It looked like his wide chest was about to burst out from under the white and red varsity jacket, the sleeves also appearing to have some trouble containing the male shepherd's bulging biceps. Both by instinct and also out of defiance, Matt stood up himself, facing his roommate head-on despite being multiple inches shorter than his opponent. Both of them were growling, staring at each other, Roy looking like he was an inch away from pouncing on the smaller dalmatian. Matt did quite well in hiding how scared he was, fully aware of how much damage a single punch from Roy could do.

He didn't fix his pants, did he..?

A loose thought managed to squeeze itself into Matt's head

Matt stopped growling as if by a switch, only now realizing that the big shepherd's shorts were halfway down. Like a mechanical machine, Matt dropped his line of sight down a notch, his hazel canine eyes widening as he looked at Roy's erection. Length well over a foot, girth nearly the same as that of a normal-sized can of beer, the big, fat shepherd dong pointed towards Matt in all its throbbing glory. It certainly was its own sight to behold, and a truly impressive tool to own, ask any male or female. Matt felt his heart skipping a beat as he greedily stared at his roommate's member, now also noticing the fist-sized, round german shepherd testicles hanging just below the towering shaft. No doubt were those puppies able to produce lots of cum.

The scent of the other male's exposed genitals quickly found its way to Matt's nose, creeping up inside the dalmatian's dark nostrils and tickling the canine's sense of smell. The raw, primitive smell of one's instinct to breed captured Matt's nose in an instant and made the spotted canine feel lightheaded and a tiny bit aroused. He felt a strange sensation by his loins, his body twitching along with his cock, as his own flaccid shaft began slowly filling up with blood.

Matt blinked a couple of times, managing to dispel the empty stare from his eyes, having completely forgotten the situation around him. Noticeably twitching as it all came back to him, Matt quickly looked up at Roy, who, he just now noticed, had also stopped growling. The big german shepherd was looking down at his crotch, having realized the exposed state of his lower body. He was blushing, something Matt rarely saw the shepherd do, as he raised his gaze to meet up with Matt's, both males now looking each other directly in the eye. So, now he had some shame after all. The hostility between them was gone, and it was now replaced by a tangible air of awkwardness. From the corner of his eye, Matt saw Shandra smirking, looking quite amused at the awkward silence between the two males.

After what felt like way too long of a pause, Matt loudly cleared his throat, diverting his eyes from Roy, no matter how much his eyes gravitated towards the erect german shepherd pole. Roy also visibly jolted, quickly starting to try and stuff the massive erection back into his shorts, a task which proved itself to be just as difficult as one might have thought, the big canine unable to find an angle to slide his rock hard member back inside his pants. Matt counted the seconds in his head of how long it took for Roy to manage and hide his dong. Meanwhile, he tried keeping his own budding erection in check, dearly hoping that his shepherd roommate, nay Shandra, would notice the slight bulging on his pants.

By the time Roy was done, the air of aggression from a few moments ago had completely dissipated from the living room, having left behind a silence so thick, one could have sliced it with a knife. Matt carefully turned his head to face the silent shepherd, the outline of his roommate's erection still more than just visible against the black and brown canine's strong thigh. Roy avoided looking at Matt, his big green eyes darting almost everywhere but towards the dalmatian before them. The bigger dog also had his ears down, something Matt quickly cursed himself for thinking that the shepherd looked cute, adamantly convincing himself it was just the gap and nothing more.

"Never mind, you're not worth it..." Matt finally said, breaking the almost two-minute-long silence in the living room.

"Sorry..."

That last word being almost inaudible with how quietly the dalmatian said it.

Matt quickly turned on his heels and marched out of the living room, striding his way into his room on the opposite side of the apartment. Closing the door after him, the spotted canine sighed, seating himself onto the neatly made bed inside the small room. Balancing his elbows over his knees, Matt leaned his chin against both his palms, quietly staring at the floor, reliving the events of the living room in his head. But thinking back on it, he could only remember the big, hard, erect, throbbing, thick, long, and musky Roy cock, the image of the magnificent malehood vivid and alive in the dalmatian's mind.

Suddenly feeling himself getting hard again, Matt violently shook his head, the flapping of his black ears creating a peculiar sound, which made rounds inside the room.

No! Do NOT get aroused by HIM of all guys!

Matt's thoughts quickly wandered off, the dalmatian for the thousandth time thinking to himself, why he had taken the canine quarterback as his roommate in the first place. Again, the dalmatian's mind returned back to the time when he was just starting college, and in search of a roommate to take off some of the financial load of the rather large apartment. Back when he had interviewed Roy for the spot, the big shepherd had seemed completely different to how he was now, not the slightest bit loud, arrogant or inconsiderate, those three adjectives being the most accurate to describe present Roy. If only Matt had known...

Matt's trip down memory lane was abruptly interrupted when the lost-in-thought dog heard steps approaching his door. Too light and delicate to be Roy's, the one approaching the dalmatian's room had to be the female goldie. Directing his empty stare from the floor to the door, Matt waited for the steps to stop, perking his ears up to listen to the inevitable knock.

Knock Knock Knock

"Come in!" Matt said, watching the door get opened, and a patch of golden fur soon peeking out from behind it. Just as he had guessed, the visitor was Shandra.

Cracking the door open, the golden canine slid her curvy figure inside Matt's room, greeting the dalmatian with a compassionate smile. "You okay?" She asked, closing the door behind her. Matt immediately put up his guard, sitting up straight and avoiding looking at the concerned female.

"Yeah... Yeah... I was just a little taken aback by Roy's boner. That's all." Matt sighed.

"That impressive, huh?" Shandra switched to her mischievous grin in the blink of an eye and Matt momentarily regretted his sloppy response.

"...No comment..."

Both dogs smiled a bit and the mood noticeably lightened.

"Sorry if I interrupted your... your umm~" Matt started to say, unable to come up with a good description of the couple's act on the sofa.

"No! No! That was totally our fault! We were the ones who barged in after all!" Shandra responded, the female golden retriever looking truly apologetic, her pierced ears drooping even lower than usual.

Matt stayed quiet, not in the slightest trying to refute Shandra's claims, knowing she was right. He had been the one who had been originally interrupted after all.

"Just so you know, I don't blame you at all for what happened back there..." Matt said after staying quiet for a while.

"So that was all Roy, huh?" Shandra asked, crossing her arms above her well-rounded chest and leaning against the wall, giving the male dalmatian a questioning stare. Matt clicked his tongue, averting his gaze from the snarky female. "You guys really don't get along, do you?"

What sounded like a mixture of a chuckle and a sigh left Matt's lips, the dalmatian now leaning back on his bed, resting his spotted torso on his arms. There was another long pause in the conversation.

"You know..." Shandra said, turning her golden muzzle towards the window of Matt's room, her blue eyes gazing somewhere way beyond the transparent square of glass. "...Back there... Roy wasn't genuinely angry."

Matt tilted his spotted head and raised his right eyebrow questioningly.

"Trust me, I have seen him truly mad, and he was nothing like that back there." The female canine continued, now shifting his gaze back to the dalmatian in front of her. Staring back into her big mysterious eyes, Matt saw no traces of any mischief on the golden retriever's face. And maybe she was right. Matt had, through conscious effort, been around his roommate as little as possible, and now that he thought about it, hadn't had any truly huge or long-winded arguments with the big shepherd.

"You know, I'm pretty sure Roy thinks very highly of you." Shandra continued, keeping her stare on the sitting dalmatian. "He talks about you all the time."

"I find that hard to believe..." Matt chuckled, now trying to avoid Shandra's gaze as it had grown perhaps even too piercing.

"But it's true. Almost always when we're together he's always 'Matt this' and 'Matt that'. And most of that stuff isn't even that negative."

Really? Still not entirely convinced by her words, Matt found strange comfort in just learning of there being a chance his roommate wasn't such an asshole. But despite that, there had to be an underlying reason for Shandra to approach Matt about her boyfriend like this.

"...And I'm assuming you want me to apologize to Roy or something...?" Matt said carefully, letting his eyes trail up to the roof as he still avoided eye contact with the goldie.

Shandra giggled cunningly.

"I just hope that in the future you will be able to get along with him better and be able to see the good sides of Roy as well." She said, turning on her heels and opening the door to walk out.

"You mean like his cock?" Matt asked sarcastically, partly by accident bringing up Roy's dick which still haunted his thoughts.

"Well, that probably IS the best part of him..." Shandra said, turning around to wink at the dalmatian, before retracting her head from the doorway.

But before Matt could let out a sigh of relief, the door cracked open and Shandra's golden head was stuck out from behind it.

"Oh, and Roy sent me over to let you know that he's planning on having a party tonight."

"Did he really?" Matt tilted his head. No way would the big pile of muscle be so considerate as to tell Matt about it.

"Well... No. But I thought it would be best to inform you anyway." The female goldie smiled innocently.

"Yeah, alright! Thanks for telling, Shan."

"No problem."

And with that, the door was once again closed, an almost eerie silence now filling Matt's room. If nothing more, the sly female had given Matt something to think about. The big shepherd was really talking about Matt with Shandra? She had to be pulling Matt's leg, right? How could Roy think highly of Matt, when he was so rude and inconsiderate towards him all the time. Maybe it was something with Roy being a jock and not being able to express his feelings properly. Nah! Matt was thinking way too much into this. Shandra was probably just bullshitting so that Matt wouldn't sulk the rest of the evening and ruin the plans for the party. But still, now laying on his bed, Matt's tail wanted to wag just a tiny bit, imagining that Roy might actually be a decent guy.

Then, the image of Roy's massive magnum dong flashed in the dalmatian's head again, and Matt quickly sat up and punched his pillow.

Dammit! Get out of my head!

Matt chuckled at his own little performance, looking at his reflection in the window. "A party huh..."

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The big doberman huffing and panting behind Matt in the bedroom let out a satisfactory growl, punching his shaft to the very back of the dalmatian's tailhole. Also slightly out of breath, Matt moaned cautiously, feeling the other male pulsate deep inside his rectal tunnel. The black and brown canine retracted his hips one more time before slamming his twelve-inch college-athlete dick back inside Matt's spotted behind, this time growling even louder. It was an orgasm growl.

"F-fuck!" Matt groaned, feeling the condom currently between his insides and the doberman's cock starting to inflate as the bigger canine behind him came, his latex-covered length throbbing between Matt's walls. Clamping his butt on the throbbing dober-cock, Matt enjoyed the feeling of the latex warming up and inflating with cum, cum which the dalmatian would've gladly taken into his hole bareback, but maybe being safe was the better option anyway, especially since both parties involved were at least slightly drunk. His tongue hanging out of his mouth, Matt stroked himself to completion, quite nicely filling up the cyan-colored condom he had on his own cock with his hot canine cum.

"Shit..." The half-intoxicated doberman muttered, cupping Matt's left asscheek in his palm and squeezing it gently.

"What's the matter, hot stuff?" Matt asked without looking back at his partner. The dark room the two were in smelled of sex, the mixture of cum and sweat very tangible in the small space. "Didn't think you'd cum so hard from a guy?" Matt chuckled, grinning by himself on the bed, pushing his rump against the other canine.

"Well... No..." The doberman muttered defeatedly, sounding like the post-nut clarity had just hit him hard. After searching for his footing for a little bit, the big canine pulled his condom-covered doberman dick out from Matt's tailhole, the tip of the condom hanging heavy with cum as it popped out from Matt's fun-tunnel. "L-Look I-I..."

"It's fine!" Matt stopped his partner mid-sentence. "I was drunk. I don't usually do this kind of thing. This was a mistake. I know, I know, you were just looking to get your dick wet. Trust me, I won't tell any of your big, straight teammates about what just happened, so you can rest easy, alright?" The dalmatian finished, rolling over on the bed just in time to see the dumbfounded expression on the doberman's face. The confused canine's eyes slowly drifted down Matt's body, the doberman's entire being flinching a bit as he saw Matt's cock, even though he had been perfectly aware of what he had been fucking.

"Something wrong? You want to go another round?" Matt asked with an exaggeratedly seductive tone, winking at the doberman who was lost in thought.

Quickly directing his eyes elsewhere, the muscular brown canine awkwardly scratched his neck and pretended to be looking for his clothes as Matt chuckled at his panicked reaction. The buttfucked dalmatian sat up on the bed, resting his chin on his paw as he watched the other dog clumsily remove the condom from his half-erect schlong and toss it in the bin by the door, the aroma of his semen floating around Matt's muzzle for a while. The doberman then collected his clothes from the floor, putting them on piece by piece in silence, trying to look at anything else in the bedroom except his spotted partner.

Eventually, the doberman patted his chest and hips, making sure he had everything still left in the pockets of his varsity jacket and jeans, and was seemingly ready to leave. Taking another sweeping glance at the dark bedroom, the bigger dog's eyes accidentally met with Matt's, the brown-furred canine blushing as the dalmatian smiled at him. The bigger canine turned around to leave but was stopped by Matt who had extended out his left foot and caught the hem of the other dog's shirt between his toes.

"Hey, stud! Don't forget your hat!" Matt chuckled, picking up the doberman's baseball cap from under the bed and handing it over to the other male. The other dog turned around, looking relieved and slightly embarrassed as he picked up his cap from Matt's paws.

"Oh, and also!" Matt reached for his own legwear on the bed, grabbing a wrinkled piece of paper from the pocket of his jeans, straightening it up a bit in his spotted paws. "441 242 1983" Was scribbled on the paper.

Pulling the doberman closer using his foot still holding onto his shirt, Matt flashed the paper at the other canine's panicked face, before stuffing it down into the dobiejock's underwear, at the same time copping a good feel of the semi-flaccid funstick that had been ramming his ass a few minutes ago. "If you ever get the feeling you want to... 'experiment'... some more, give me a call, ok?"

But he wouldn't call, Matt was sure of it.

The pointy-eared canine took a few seconds to recover from having his junk abruptly handled by the assertive dalmatian. After that, he blushed even more, swiftly standing up straight and heading for the door as fast as he could. Matt followed the other canine greatly amused from his spot on the bed. The door opened and the bedroom was momentarily flooded with the sound of thumping music and pointless chatter, which were again muffled when the door was closed in the doberman's wake. Matt was now alone in the bedroom.

Another one down! Matt thought to himself, scooting over to the edge of the bed, starting to roll the condom off his own dick. In the corner of his eye, the smirking canine was able to see flashing lights from under the door. Seemed like the party was still in full swing. Removing the cum-filled hose of latex, Matt tied it shut with the swiftness of an experienced condom-filler, skillfully tossing the messy contraption into the bin near the door. Getting onto his feet, the slightly shaky dalmatian walked a few steps to pick up his pink boxers off the floor, which had been tossed there by the doberman. Slipping his feet inside the pink cotton and elastane underwear and snapping the elastic waistband on his spotted fur, Matt looked at the clock on the nearby nightstand.

23:47

It wasn't even midnight yet. The dalmatian could easily squeeze in another quickie or two before the party would start to die down for the night. Feeling confident after his successful fuck, smiling by himself, Matt slipped into his white T-shirt, which had a few stains of either beer or cum on the back, probably courtesy of the nameless doberman. Only the jeans and his red hoodie, and the dalmatian was now ready to go and get back to the party. Fully dressed, Matt yawned and stretched his body, alleviating some of the tension put on his shoulders and lower back from being on all fours. Subsequently making his way to the bedroom door, Matt set his paw on the doorknob, taking a deep breath as the cold brass felt pleasant against his palm.

Ok... Time to go back on the prowl...

Opening the door, Matt was hit with a wave of thumping music as well as the abundant smell of alcohol lingering in the noisy apartment. It was a party alright. There were about two dozen guests present at the party, all scattered mostly into pairs or small groups around the apartment, a healthy mix of both males and females of varying species. They were all mostly Roy's friends or either friends of Roy's friends, and Matt was able to recognize a few familiar faces of people he had seen around the college campus. And as always, the dalmatian's big roommate had invited all of his big, dumb, and musky teammates over, who were currently having a contest on who could get the worst hangover for tomorrow somewhere in the kitchen, judging by the near roaring chanting of "Chug! Chug! Chug!" coming from that direction.

It was not like Matt generally disliked Roy's friends being there, most of the meaty hunks being actually pretty cool to talk to, and not at all that braindead as one might have thought of the big german shepherd's friends. The spotted canine actually had a huge thing for muscular jock-types, partly the reason why took Roy as his roommate in the first place. Also the reason why Matt never had any objections to Roy hosting a party in their apartment. He would be more than glad to leer on the big, muscular males of the football team, and sometimes when things got drunk enough, he'd even get to feel some of them up, on some occasions even more than that. None of them were openly gay as you'd imagine, but most of them took surprisingly little to crack after a required level of drunkenness had been reached. And you know, being young adults in prime breeding age, most of them would gladly fuck anything with a hole and a heartbeat.

Matt was currently on a personal mission of sorts, of having sex with every single member of the school's football team. Part of his reasoning was purely to annoy his roommate, the other half being that he really just liked getting fucked in the ass by big, sweaty athlete males. Counting the doberman from tonight, Matt's tally was already up to six and the dalmatian had started gaining a certain sort of reputation among the team. Every time Roy held a party, he would try to "take down" at least one member of the team. And so far, he had succeeded every time.

What Matt had come to find was that it was not all that hard to seduce his roommate's jock friends. All of them absolutely loved flattery and ate it up from anyone dumb enough to fawn over them, be that person a male or female. And Matt knew exactly how to properly stroke the fragile, looks-driven ego of a college athlete. Once he'd buttered his victim up with enough compliments and excessive physical contact, Matt would strike and make a bold, clear-cut sexual advance on the other male. Usually just whatever worked. Sometimes just a simple kiss would be enough, but one could never go wrong with a straightforward cock-grabbing, be it over or inside their pants; A tactic which Matt very well knew how to utilize. And once he had gotten into the bedroom with his prey, the dalmatian only had to put his ass to work and every single male would fall without fail.

Matt quietly smirked to himself, thinking back on all the ways he had gotten Roy's teammates to sleep with him. The same, of course, would be on for tonight, even though Matt had already managed to score and rather easily at that. But, in the slutty dalmatian's mind, it never hurt to try for double.

Matt was abruptly brought back to the present when he heard a low growl over the loud music and a single claw tapped his left shoulder. Raising his ears, Matt turned to his left and saw a couple: a broad-shouldered male tiger with multiple piercing on his ears and one on his nose, accompanied by a female shark who wore a tight, pink top over her slender chest and a matching pink miniskirt on her hips, the strings of her thong just barely visible at her waistline. Both of them were breathing heavily and with another quick glance, slightly lower this time, Matt noticed the prominent bulge on the tiger's legwear as well as something shiny trailing down the female shark's thigh. They must have been waiting for their turn in the guest bedroom.

Stepping away from the door Matt nodded his head towards the bedroom and said with a smile: "All yours!" The odd couple swiftly disappeared on the other side of the white door, and Matt now took a better look at the party around him.

It took the crafty dog almost no time at all to spot a group with at least a couple of jocks from the football team. One of them was the cabin-sized bear defenseman whose orgasming roar Matt still remembered ringing in his droopy ears. Another familiar face was the tall white horse with brown spots on his chest and crotch who Matt had recently 'conquered'. The spotted canine shivered, remembering how much cum the equine had pumped into his tailhole with his intimidating horsecock. Other than those two, none of the people in the group had had any prior contact with Matt. A sly smile rose up to the spotted canine's lips.

Perfect.

Taking a few deep breaths and putting on his most charming smile, Matt sneaked his way across the floor, carefully approaching the group of males. Pawing his way past the table, Matt snatched himself a half-drunk bottle of beer, wanting to make his approach seem as natural as possible. Even from over the loud music, the perceptive canine was able to make out sentences from the males' conversation.

"Nah, dude! *Hic* You need to use the angled grip for better spray control! The vertical grip is the one you use for tapping."

"Yeah! Yeah! But as I said, with the MP5 it doesn't really matter, since the base recoil is so low anyway. The spray pattern is just easier to control with a vertical grip."

"Dude, you're so full of shit! What's your rank anyway?"

Matt could recognize that debate anywhere. Seems like the dalmatian wasn't the only one in the party who enjoyed his FPS-games. The two males, a lion, and a ram continued to argue as Matt slowly inched himself closer to the group.

"... But you'd be wanting to use the MP9 or a Vector if you go for a faster rate of fire. And if you really need to shred some armor, get the MP7 with some AP ammo. That shit will literally three-shot any armor in the game to the chest."

"Or you could just go crazy with AA-12 full auto AP slugs!" Matt raised his voice, having gotten close enough to the other males to get their attention. Getting a few confused looks, the new dog smiled, playfully tilting his head to the right and continuing on with the conversation.

"Bulletfield 2?" He asked, to which the lion slowly nodded, looking as if he tried to remember whether he knew Matt from somewhere or not.

"God, that new update is garbage. They totally ruined the effectiveness of 5.56 rounds against ceramic-kevlar. Guess I won't be dusting off my M4 in a while."

"Totally! I mean why would they nerf the SCAR if they're just going to make the entire caliber redundant!" The lion chuckled with the Ram also nodding in agreement.

And that was all that Matt required. No names, no introductions. Having established some sort of common ground with the group, it was easy from there for the dalmatian to blend in and interact with the rest of the partially intoxicated young adults.

The group's conversation continued, topics shifting from videogames to sports, from sports, chicks, from chicks to cars, and then back to videogames. And by that point, it was already on.

Matt skillfully played the 'fair-maiden'-role praising the jock's bulky frames from floor to roof, asking if he could touch or feel any of the athlete's big muscles, in an effort to establish as much physical contact with the jocks as possible. The majority of the group was already handsomely drunk and more than one male was happy to let the, in comparison, more frail dalmatian feel up their strong bodies and then hear praise for their physical attributes. The only ones to more visibly distancing themselves from the spotted canine were the aforementioned bear and horse, who seemed to be almost overly cautious in the dog's presence, more likely than not, afraid that Matt would, either on purpose or by accident spill the beans of their anything-from-hetero-encounters. Matt found the two of them stealing glances of him from time to time, those glances turning into an awkward smile if Matt happened to catch them in the act and abruptly lock eyes with them. And Matt loved it. But tonight, he was not here for them. He was here for someone new. And the hunting dalmatian had a pretty good idea of who that "someone new" would be for tonight.

A big, black panther, one with whom Matt had made extended eye contact multiple times during the conversation. The dark feline had two piercings over his left eye and was at least half a foot taller than Matt. He was wearing jeans and a varsity jacket similar to Roy's, decorated with the logo of the football team. Underneath, he had a surprisingly tight, white tank top, against the fabric of which the outline of his firm pecs and well-defined abdominal muscles was drawn, even visible in the dim lighting of the ongoing party.

And it wasn't just the feline's body Matt found himself drawn into. He was actually very much fond of the panther's purple eyes and the aura of mystery and intimidation in his stare. A single glance from those was enough to make both the dalmatian's cock and tailhole twitch at the same time from pure excitement. Not to mention the amount of raw sexual energy getting emitted from the virile feline predator.

The big black cat didn't appear to be drunk, at least not nearly as much as his other friends in the small group they were in. Matt was also pretty sure the big feline knew what the dalmatian what doing, casually flirting with the other jocks who were either too drunk, too dumb or simply pretended not to pick up any of the dalmatian's signals. The two played a careful back-and-forth of sorts, with Matt continuing to flirt with the others more boldly, every now and then locking eyes with the dark feline to perhaps see some kind of reaction, while also actively trying to scope out the panther's lower body. Matt could also smell the pheromones of the aroused feline from miles away.

Despite the blatant, obvious coquetry between the two, the panther made no effort to approach the flirty dalmatian. Matt felt puzzled, as not often would his potential targets display such behavior, but eventually, Matt simply chalked it up to the big feline not being drunk enough, still having most of his inhibitions in check, at least for now. Surely he wasn't shy. Jocks rarely were. Or perhaps he just enjoyed this little game and wanted to keep playing it for a bit longer. And who was Matt to complain, for it was unexpectedly exhilarating. If that was how he wanted to play, Matt would be more than willing to wait for his prey to make the first move.

...

Some time passed, the clock already ticking a quarter past midnight, before the prowling panther began approaching Matt. From the corner of his eye, Matt followed as the dark feline gradually made his way towards the spotted canine, eventually patting the smaller canine on the shoulder with his big paw. Acting surprised, Matt turned around and flashed an innocent smile at the towering jock.

"Hi! You're Roy's roommate, right?" The panther asked, breezily swinging his tail from side to side behind his back.

"Yup! The name's Matt!" The dalmatian replied, doing a quick but thorough scan of the muscular feline's body now up close.

For a moment, it looked as if the panther was about to introduce himself as well, but in the end, he just stayed quiet. What a nice and subtle way of establishing his dominance over the canine. Apparently, Matt wasn't even worthy to give his name to. The panther was good. And Matt if anyone could appreciate a good flirt. This was going to be fun.

"So, did y-"

"I was wondering if you could show me the way to the bathroom." The panther cut the dalmatian off, putting heavy emphasis on the last word, being a little less than subtle with his hint.

Matt deliberately held a slight pause.

"I'd be more than happy to!" Matt said, reaching out and trailing his left paw down from the feline's chest, all the way down to the waistband of his shorts, almost flicking his spotted paw away as he reached the big bulge on the panther's crotch. "Follow me!" He winked at his big dark partner, turning around and heading towards the bathroom, smirking by himself as soon as his face was out of the panther's view.

Matt walked across the apartment with the big, dark feline following in his footsteps, putting heavy emphasis on the way his jean-covered hips swayed with each step, exaggerating the movements of his canine rump as much as possible. Simple, yet effective, as even through the slew of different scents and smells hovering about the busy apartment, the dalmatian was able to sniff out an increase in the bigger male's arousal. And judging by the intensity of it, Matt wouldn't have been surprised if the panther was already rock hard by the time they reached the bathroom.

The entire, albeit short way to the bathroom, Matt could feel the predator feline's burning gaze on his body. He himself was quite aroused, imagining inside his spotted head what he would do with the big panther's dick, or what its owner might do to him. But Matt could only fantasize about the panther so much before they reached the bathroom.

"Here it is!" Matt said, stopping in front of the white wooden door at nearly the other end of the apartment, the panther stopping only a foot or so behind him. Upon quick observation in the limited lighting of the space, the bathroom luckily didn't seem to be in use.

The panther's hot breath brushed the fur on Matt's neck and the canine had to try his hardest to resist the shivers that made rounds on his body as a result. A bit further away from the actual party, the dalmatian could even better smell the aroused musk of the feline jock which quickly surrounded him and the nearby space. Matt already wanted him so bad. The shape of his erection already bulging out the front of his jeans, Matt tried his best to hold himself back, being close enough to be embraced by the big dark beast standing behind him.

"Well, here we are! Now if you'll excuse me I'll get back to the party.." Matt said, turning around to leave, immediately being met by the panther's big pecs, which were only a few inches away from the tip of his nose.

As soon as Matt had turned around, the bigger feline slammed both his paws on opposite sides of the smaller dalmatian, trapping the other male between himself and the bathroom door. The panther growled quietly, bringing his muscular torso closer to Matt, pinning him against the door, and closing any possible escape routes for the canine. Such an aggressive advance totally pushed all of the smaller dalmatian's buttons, and the front of Matt's pants grew increasingly uncomfortable.

"...Unless you want me to go in with you...?" Matt asked, carefully and calculatedly planting his right paw on the throbbing lump on the panther's trousers and gazing up to the feline's dark face.

The panther let his eyes do the talking, possessively staring at Matt in his shadow, his purple iris' gleaming with the same determination, need, aggression, and mystery that the dalmatian had been smitten with since before. Oh, those eyes. Matt would've been more than happy to get lost in those for a few hours even. The eyes along with the strong scent of the male panther's arousal, which was currently enveloping Matt from all sides, made for a deadly combination, nearly making the spotted canine's head spin from pure excitement.

"...As you wish," Matt whispered, reaching behind his back and carefully opening the door to the bathroom. He quietly slipped to the other side, with the dark feline jock following only inches behind him.

Before the door was even completely closed behind the two, Matt had gotten to his knees on the glazed tiles of the bathroom floor and was eagerly pawing at the panther's belt in an effort to get the bigger male out of his pants as soon as possible. Matt's swiftness with the other male's belt was remarkable, both the belt buckle and the zipper of the panther's jeans getting defeated by the dalmatian's paws in just a second or two. Grasping the sides of the jeans with his paws, Matt looked up at their owner, seeking confirmation for his next move.

For a few short moments, the big black cat was completely still, befuddled by Matt's exemplary proactiveness. More likely than not, he had been expecting to be the one in charge of things, and Matt briefly seizing the reins to himself had caught the panther off-guard. The feline quickly regained his composure and returned Matt's stare, quietly nodding his head after catching on to what the kneeling dog was after. Licking his lips, Matt yanked down the jeans.

With the restrictive denim now out of the way, Matt was free to gaze upon the tight, crimson boxer briefs, which housed the Panther's malehood. He immediately found his tail wagging just at the sight of the prominent bulge on the crimson-red underwear, the fabric painted a deeper shade of red at the tip of the phallic formation. The crouching dalmatian's nostrils flared, the scent of the panther's breeding tool violently assaulting the millions of smell receptors inside the canine's nose, making Matt feel like he was getting smacked in the face by the powerful odor. Unable to contain himself any longer, Matt nearly threw his head at the other male's crotch, happily nuzzling with the big, hot bulge which responded to the dalmatian's touch by throbbing against Matt's cheek as he rubbed himself against the hard, cloth-covered shaft.

"Good boy..." The panther groaned, bringing his right paw on Matt's neck and gently pushing the dalmatian's face against his covered erection.

Matt buried his nose at the very base of the bulge, just between the shaft and the feline's big testicles, inhaling the strong male odor to his heart's content. Every new whiff of the scent made Matt's own member throb, and the canine knew he had to be careful not to soil his underwear by just smelling the big jock's underwear. There was still more fun to be had before a messy mishap like that. And he was sure his big dark partner would agree.

Soon having gotten his dose of the other male's scent, Matt let the panther be the one to take the initiative, pulling his head back and eagerly observing as the dark feline slowly pulled down his elastic cotton underwear, imagining in his head what sort of a monster had to be hiding underneath. Inch by inch, more of the feline shaft was revealed until only the tip remained covered by the red fabric, strained by the tension applied to it by the powerful erection it desperately tried to contain. Matt's heart was beating faster and faster in anticipation of the final reveal.

Another wave of the panther's scent hit Matt in the face as the big feline finally released his entire malehood from inside his underwear, the absolute beast of a cock springing out and flinging a few droplets of thick and smelly pre over Matt's ears. Length stretching to near 12 inches, the panther's cock stood fully erect, perpendicular to the feline's body with a slight upwards curve. The feline funstick was uncut, the stretchy foreskin almost fully retracted due to the state of the panther's arousal, the large glans of the panther's tip almost teasingly staying slightly hidden. The thick baton of masculine meat throbbed with the dark beast's heartbeat, the large veins under the thick foreskin surging with warmth nearly twice a second. What a jackpot.

Hmm, not quite as big as Roy's...

The image of the dalmatian's shepherd roommate's gargantuan lovepole popped up inside Matt's head for a split second. He quickly shook his head, feeling somewhat confused about why he had thought of his roommate just now.

"So you're the one who seduced Travis and Dex, huh...?" The big feline's low voice brought Matt's mind back to the present, and the dalmatian quickly put on a grin in response to getting recognized.

"Well, I'm not sure. Didn't really catch their names while we were fucking..." Matt replied, marveling at the size of his partner's endowment.

"Then I assume you don't need mine either."

"Mmm, no..." Matt muttered, opening up his canine jaws as the urge to attack the fine feline erection was already close to overflowing.

With a good grip on the panther's waist, Matt leaned forward, planting the very tip of the feline length on his canine tongue. The panther huffed as Matt's tongue made contact with his member and the dalmatian got to enjoy the visual treat of the big cat tensing up his firm abdominal muscles mere inches away from his canine eyes. The panther's masculine taste dancing on his tongue, Matt carefully slid the better part of the panther's member into his spotted muzzle, his tongue licking the tasty underside of the feline phallus as it entered.

Holding his jaws wide open, Matt took as much of the panther penis into his mouth as he could, stopping only when he felt the pre-covered tip tickling his uvula. He then mimicked something like a purr as he carefully closed his maw, wrapping his soft canine lips around the thick panther cock after what seemed like a small eternity, finally getting the tasty fuckrod inside his mouth.

The dark feline groaned and Matt whimpered quietly at his crotch, taking a bit of time to get accustomed to the size and shape of his feline lover. Matt's initial assessment of the size of the feline butt-stuffer was quickly affirmed by his mouth, the tasty cocklog proving to be just as large as it seemed. While it was no match for the cock of Matt's roommate, it was certainly something to play 'snap-my-choker' with, its girth and length nicely filling up all the important places inside the spotted canine's mouth. With such a big and tasty treat between his lips, Matt's mouth immediately upped its saliva production, trying to assure a smooth swallowing process of said treat.

Matt looked up at the panther, trying to perform the best version of puppy-eyes with a gargantuan cock in his mouth, seeking the go-ahead from the big black cat. A somewhat gentle smirk spread on his face, the panther asked: "You gonna suck it or what?"

Quickly getting to work, Matt began retracting his head away from the feline, his soft canine lips dragging against the smooth surface of the panther's member as more and more inches of it slid out of the dalmatian's mouth. Soon, with only the tip between his lips, Matt dove back in, burying his muzzle to the very base of his partner's malehood, the large cockhead almost tickling his tonsils this time around. With the swiftness of a seasoned cocksucker and the passion of a daring deepthroat, the horny dalmatian repeated his movements without batting an eye, eagerly ramming the tasty pole of male meat down his throat without hesitation. It took the spotted canine almost no time at all to pick up a good rhythm of undulating his head over the monster of a feline cock, the throbbing rod sliding in and out from between his moist lips at a breakneck pace, accompanied with all the appropriate, lewd sounds of rapid deepthroating.

How's that, big guy?

Matt thought, looking up at the owner of the thick fuckrod currently enjoying the insides of the dog's mouth. He couldn't help feeling elated upon seeing the panther's expression, riddled with both immense pleasure and great confusion in response to the aggressive blowjob. Guess that hadn't been exactly what he had expected from just your average 5'10 dalmatian.

"W-wow! I never thought Roy's roommate would be THIS big of a slut!" The panther groaned, bringing his big paw on the back of Matt's spotted head to aid the canine in his movements.

Matt made a few more repetitions of his deepthroat act before slowing down and putting his tongue to work, now moving his head in a much more controlled way as his moist appendage slithered around the panther's hard-on. Up and down. Up and down. Matt slowly worked the sizable feline breeding baton, at times taking the entire thing out of his mouth and simply giving the rigid shaft long, passionate licks with his tongue, slathering enough saliva on the panther's trunk stuffer to almost make it drip with the transparent oral liquid. Matt even stuck his tongue under the foreskin, licking the big and delicious glans of the panther's tip, feeling how the entire organ throbbed in response to such thorough treatment. When it came to blowing a college athlete, Matt pretty much knew all of the tricks.

Transitioning back to stuffing the gargantuan male love organ down his esophagus again, the wild dalmatian could smell the distinct odor of an impending nut, also noticing a change of taste and texture in the rather voluminous pre dripping down his throat. Matt's suspicions of the approaching jock-gasm were proven correct, as the black panther suddenly put his other paw on Matt's head, carefully starting to thrust his dark hips into Matt's muzzle, meeting the skilled movements of the smaller canine.

Knowing what would soon follow, Matt relaxed his grip on the muscular feline's hips and slowed the movements of his head as the urge to properly mate and properly fuck started to take over the panther. It took no longer than about twenty seconds for the panther to start hammering his hips onto Matt's muzzle, the black fur of his lower abdomen tickling Matt's nose every time the canine's head was rammed onto the throbbing panther cock. The knowledgeable dalmatian calmly stayed still and let his muzzle be used as a fucktoy by the bigger male.

With the panther's paws now guiding his movements, Matt retracted his own from the big feline's hips and took some time to open his zipper, making things a bit more comfortable to the canine erection that attempted to poke a hole in his underwear. His paws now free, Matt was also able to give some deserved love and attention to the unattended and massive pair of dark feline testes hanging in his reach, as they would any second now be giving the spotted dog what he craved the most at the moment.

Seconds passed as the big feline male worked himself towards his climax, his hard jock-cock throbbing more and more vigorously with each thrust into the dalmatian's mouth. Matt was also starting to get close, the combination of the dull, steady rhythm at which his mouth was getting stuffed with cock and the obvious semi-asphyxiation because of it keeping the concealed canine erection at full mast, slowly nudging it towards a messy and inevitable orgasm.

The panther soon groaned and shifted his thrusting from a fast-paced one into more thorough and gouging, his tip now regularly kissing the dormant dalmatian's tonsils with how deep he was reaching with each move. Each thrust managed to push out a drop or two of sticky pre from Matt's hard-on, the front of his underwear getting stained into a darker shade of pink as the fabric got more and more wet. In his head, the dalmatian puzzled whether he dared to lower his boxers, knowing if he didn't they would surely be soiled within moments' time when the inevitable would occur. Although with how good he was getting it from the panther, a case of sodden undies would most definitely be worth it.

Both Matt and the panther were so caught up in their carnal desires, that they completely failed to pick up on the heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom from the other side of the door.

"Fuck yeah! I'm almost there baby!" The panther growled, hastening the hammering of his hips against Matt's muzzle, making it impossible for the dalmatian to hear anything other than the pounding he took to his mouth.

Abruptly, the bathroom door was flung open, both Matt and the panther immediately freezing to their assumed positions mid-blowjob, Matt's surprised face buried deep in the panther jock's crotch. Apparently, they had forgotten to lock the door. Otherwise remaining completely still, both of the males' eyes turned towards the door, Matt's widening as he saw who was standing in the doorway.

The one to interrupt the passionate oral fornication of the two was none other than Roy, who now stood in the doorway, frozen to the very spot just like Matt and his feline teammate. The two roommates immediately locked eyes, confusion, and disbelief reflecting from the expression on the big shepherd's face. For a brief moment, Matt could only hear the beating of his own heart as he stared at his big roommate who had just caught him with literally a huge dick in his mouth. From Matt, Roy's perturbed eyes quickly darted to his feline teammate, who, from Matt's point of view, looked just as confused and surprised as the big shepherd. All three males quickly exchanged looks, neither Roy nor the panther saying anything, Matt really unable to, not with the about twelve inches of cock between his lips. Had this been a sitcom, this would surely be where the screen would've faded black, and they'd have cut to commercial.

"Oh, sup Roy! Hope you don't mind me having a swing with your roommate." The panther eventually said with a very nonchalant tone, breaking the near palpable awkward silence inside the bathroom.

Roy didn't respond and just blankly stared at the two, his tall frame completely petrified at the door.

"Don't worry, we'll be done in a minute! Gotta say, the pup's got one hell of a mouth. I can see why Travis and Dex fucked him. C'mon! Keep sucking you slut!" The panther continued, pushing his hips against Matt's lips and bringing the smaller dalmatian's attention back to the throbbing pole between his lips. Returning to reality from somewhere far far away, Matt twitched and carefully began moving his head on the panther's arousal as the feline himself resumed his thrusts.

"Bro, not that I mind you watching, but would you at least close the door? I don't want the whole party to hear when I breed this bitch?" The panther asked, and now it was the big shepherd's turn to twitch. From the corner of his eye, Matt could see Roy lower his big ears before shutting the door, the sounds of his heavy footsteps disappearing towards the party soon after.

"Mmhhh~ Pull down those pants for me, sluttyspots! I wanna look at your ass while you choke on my cock." The big feline's words wiped away whatever Matt was thinking, and he obediently complied with the jock's order, moving his paws over to his waistline and pulling down his jeans as well as his underwear, letting his pair of spotted dalmatian asscheeks out to play.

"Ohh~ That's the stuff!" He groaned, humping Matt's face with increased energy, his heavy cumtanks swinging up and down haphazardly just under the spotted canine's chin. The abrupt interruption by Roy hadn't tampered the feline's reproductive instincts in the slightest, and the big dark male happily hammered his raw cock down Matt's gullet, callously continuing to use the available canine mouth for his pleasure. Matt could already taste the palatable payload on his tongue, the dalmatian's dark ears almost fluttering in excitement for what was about to go down and about to go down rather soon.

"Fuck!" The panther roared, slamming his footlong as deep into Matt's throat as he could, what felt like a gallon of feline cum rushing down the whimpering canine's gullet.

Matt's whole body shivered as wave after wave of cat cum hit the back of his throat, subsequently sloshing down to his stomach and filling the spotted canine's abdomen with tasty jock jizz. Forced to swallow such an amount of thick panther cum was more than enough to push the kneeling dalmatian over his edge and the insides of Matt's pink underwear suddenly got a whole lot messier as he came from getting bred in the mouth by the bigger male. His eyes drooping half shut, Matt whined as rope after rope of the feline's liquid love made its way down his throat, the sticky semen defiling every inch of Matt's esophagus as it sloshed further down. The panther dishing out the fierce cum flurry took his sweet time to finish, cumming for what felt like twenty-to-thirty seconds, being more than meticulous about emptying the contents of his testes into Matt's throat.

Just as Matt was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, derived from the copious amount of jock cum clogging nearly his entire throat, the panther retracted his hips from Matt's face, sliding his cum-covered jizz-flinger from the dizzy dalmatian's muzzle.

"Shiiitt... can't wait to bust another fat one inside that pretty ass of yours." He huffed, hungrily watching while Matt swallowed the rest of the feline gunk that lingered in his mouth. As soon as the big feline judged the dalmatian to be done swallowing, he carefully tapped the canine's ears and said: "Aaaah~!"

Breathing heavily, Matt separated his jaws, tilting his head backward to give the panther a view of the insides of his saliva-dripping mouth. The feline jock peered deep into Matt's throat, eventually huffing, pleased with the slutty canine's performance. "You managed to swallow it all. Not bad."

Damn right!

Matt thought, his breath slowly settling as he gazed at the semi-erect feline phallus in front of his nose, suddenly feeling a familiar itch by his tailhole. Extending his tongue, Matt took a careful lick of the big feline's tip. The nasty male member immediately twitched with life along with its owner, up to whose face Matt gazed from his low position.

"Think you can get hard for me for that round two?" Matt asked with sparkling eyes, running his tongue along the panther's length, still tasting the feline's cum on the hardening shaft.

The panther didn't respond and just smiled cunningly, his member erecting itself back to full size in front of Matt's very eyes, surely ready for a round or two of serious butt-pounding. Exactly why Matt liked jocks in bed so much; nearly infinite stamina.

"Alright! Get up and bend over spots! I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out!"

Matt obediently stood up and leaned over the sink, whimpering quietly as the panther's huge cock sank inside his anticipating tailhole and the thrusting began.

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Roy opened his eyes to a familiar, dull view of the roof of his room as always. The big shepherd winced almost immediately, groaning by himself on the spacious bed. His head was absolutely pounding after last night, due to less than favorable alcohol intake at the party. And yet, even through the throbbing headache, the first thing he remembered was his roommate kneeling on the bathroom floor, his muzzle buried into Carey's crotch.

His already less than pristine hungover mood taking a dip, the sturdy shepherd turned to his side and pushed himself up, groaning yet again as his muscular arms felt surprisingly weak amidst his detoxification state. Once properly up and sitting at the edge of his bed, Roy sighed and rubbed the back of his bulky neck, closing his eyes and trying to remember what had happened the night before.

He could vividly remember the flashing incident with Shandra and Matt in the living room as well as the events leading up to the party. From that point on though, it got sort of hazy. Roy remembered getting drunk in the kitchen for a decent while, as well as hanging out with Shandra in the living room. He didn't recall seeing Matt anywhere nearby but hadn't paid much attention to the missing dalmatian at the time. Then, he remembered having had to go and take a leak due to drinking so much beer in the span of the two-or-so hours.

The bulky shepherd frowned, his eyes still closed while he remembered what he had witnessed in the bathroom. A dalmatian and a panther, frozen still, the canine's mouth on the bigger feline's member, spotted throat slightly bulging out from the amount of meat stuffed inside it. The shock. The confusion. The looks on Matt and Carey's faces as they had been accidentally caught in the act. The scent of sex. Roy could remember everything, the image of it all crystal clear in his mind.

Roy shook his head, the image of his spotted roommate blowing his friend quickly disappearing from his mind, leaving behind a murky and hangover-y feeling of dullness, as well as the headache. He sighed, hanging his head towards the floor while trying to organize his thoughts, something which was admittedly not an easy task while hungover.

Slowly, the dazed shepherd got up from his bed, taking a couple, slightly wobbly steps towards the door of his room, having to take support from the wall next to him as his sense of balance was still somewhat off. Fumbling his paw to the doorknob, Roy opened the door, the smell of bacon and toast immediately flooding his sensitive canine nostrils. Glancing the clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was already way past eleven, and the big shepherd was suddenly reminded of how long it had been since he had last eaten, his stomach grumbling as the delicious smell of bacon floated towards his nose from the kitchen. Groaning and subsequently yawning in his own doorway, the shepherd stretched the entirety of his heavy frame, letting out a sigh as his sore muscles and joints were given a much-needed tension relief.

Rubbing the sleep off his green, canine eyes, Roy sluggishly made his way towards the kitchen and the delicious smells emanating from within, his big paws stomping the floor at a steady pace as he walked through the living room. From even a good distance away, Roy could hear upbeat humming from inside the kitchen, a familiar sound of the shepherd's dalmatian roommate cooking. Also, judging by how cheerful the other canine sounded, it didn't seem like he had a hangover, at least not nearly as bad as Roy.

Stepping foot into the kitchen, Roy had to squint his eyes at the sudden brightness of the space, which momentarily overwhelmed his tired retinas, the early noon sunlight pouring in from the large windows taking some time to get used to. Rapidly blinking his big eyes the shepherd looked around the kitchen which looked to be in much better shape than what Roy remembered it being left as of last night. Matt must've cleaned it before Roy got up.

And there, within the small and cozy kitchen, next to the stove, was Matt with an apron on, humming his trademark cooking tune, his short, white tail happily swinging back and forth while the dalmatian cooked breakfast. Under the apron, he had on a sky-blue T-shirt as well as a pair of black boxers, which looked oddly compatible with his otherwise dominantly white fur. Matt actually looked very homey in an apron, maybe even more than what Roy would've liked to admit to himself. Something about the cooking dalmatian was very soothing to the shepherd, and he stood still quite a while in the doorway without saying anything, just staring at the smaller canine by the stove.

The bigger dog didn't get to enjoy his visual treat for too long, as Matt quickly spun around with the frying pan in his left paw and noticed Roy. The dalmatian's humming immediately stopped and what seemed to have been a budding smile on his muzzle turned to something more of an empty stare.

"...Morning..." Matt said, stepping over to the table and sliding four strips of bacon onto two plates, neatly placing them next to two pieces of toast and some salad.

Roy remained quiet.

"Where's Shan? Didn't she stay for the night?" Matt inquired, lifting his left ear along with his eyebrow, before turning around and placing the pan back onto the stove, turning the heat off quickly after.

"...No, no... She umm~ Walked her friend home... I think, and ended up umm~ staying the night over at her place." Roy replied, vaguely remembering having the conversation about it with the goldie in question.

"Oh... Pity." Matt said, taking off the apron and folding it before placing it inside one of the kitchen cupboards. "I made breakfast... I-In case that she'd be here. But seeing that she's not, you are free to have her share... I guess." Matt continued, seating himself at the table and biting down on his toast.

The bigger canine hesitated for a bit, his gaze going over the contents of the table, bouncing back and forth between the second plate and Matt, who didn't seem to be paying attention to the german shepherd. Without saying a word, Roy walked over and seated himself, now sitting opposite of his roommate at the small kitchen table. With a perfectly good breakfast right under his nose, Roy quickly remembered how hungry he was, and attacked the toast and bacon with the appetite of a starving wolf.

"Hungover?" Matt asked as Roy was busy stuffing his face with all four strips of bacon simultaneously, the dalmatian having to wait for an answer until the shepherd had chewed and swallowed.

"...Yeah..? You?"

"Not much..."

And that was all the conversation the two had during breakfast. Although, during the rest of the meal, Roy found his eyes to be drawn towards the dalmatian's lips on more than just one occasion. And every time he did, a replay of yesterday's bathroom incident went through his murky mind.

Roy had no idea why this all had him so upset, the image of Carey and Matt joined from hip to mouth haunting him even the next day. And it wasn't just about his own teammate's involvement in the matter, since Roy was well aware that Carey would stick his dick into pretty much anything willing to take it, especially if the panther was drunk enough. It was entirely Matt's involvement that had the big shepherd so upset, and for the best of him, he simply couldn't figure out why.

Matt was an adult male and had the right to engage in activities of the sexual kind with whomever he pleased and Roy was in no position to tell his roommate otherwise. Roy acknowledged that perfectly and should've had absolutely zero qualms about it, but still something at the very back of his mind kept bugging him about the matter. Maybe it was just about Roy finally getting some concrete evidence of Matt being gay, even though in no scenario imaginable would the big shepherd have thought that it would be this blatant.

Up until very recently, Roy hadn't even entertained the thought of his spotted roommate being gay. Sure, the two didn't talk or hang out an awful lot outside the apartment, but Roy still thought he would've at least been able to pick up on some clues on the dalmatian's sexual preference. Thinking back on it now, it was a perfect case of "well, you didn't ask so I never bothered telling you". If anything, Roy would've maybe said Matt to be perhaps a bit too clean to be completely straight, but on the other hand, who knows, some people just were like that.

Roy's first major clue had been quite the surprising one, when last week another one of his teammates, Travis, a bear defenseman about the same build as the german shepherd, had privately confronted Roy, the big bear being honest about having sex with the german shepherd's roommate. Was it not for the big ursine's serious tone and apologetic behavior, Roy would've surely thought of it as only a joke or something the bear was made to say on a dare. But despite even his friend's confession, Roy had simply brushed it to the side, not thinking much of it. A lot of people did tend to experiment during college after all. And yet, the big german shepherd had spent the next few days in a daze, adamantly having to convince himself not to be bothered by it, because why should he be? Back then, Roy had felt the same kind of unease he was feeling now, having caught Matt and Carey in the act.

It just was something about Matt, which had the bigger canine so bewildered. Even though he could be a bit snappy at times, the dalmatian was usually kind, considerate, clean, good with housework, smart, fit... Roy could just go on and on listing his roommate's good qualities, qualities, some of which the big shepherd admittedly lacked in. Perhaps it was jealousy, at least on some level. Especially since Matt seemed to get along so well with Roy's girlfriend. A male like Matt getting friendly with a girl would make any good boyfriend at least somewhat cautious.

Then, on the other hand, maybe some of it was also regret for treating the dalmatian in a less than considerate way on more than just one occasion. Roy more or less willingly acknowledged acting like a jerk towards his roommate most of the time, something which he was quite regretful of, but poorly expressed to Matt, to whom it would've mattered. It was not like the big german shepherd was actually a douchebag jock, it was just a front that he had developed during his puberty and which he still kept on today. Roy also somewhat chalked it up to having grown up in a household with four sisters and a single mother, so it was natural to him to be more on guard with another male on his core territory. Even more so, when this particular male happened to get along with Roy's own girlfriend.

Thanks to his physique, Roy had picked up sports at an early age, the physically intimidating shepherd forming most of his social contacts through football. With no father or proper father figure, Roy had picked up nearly all models for his behavior from either popular culture, or the other guys around him, which were to be: arrogant, rude, loud, physical and pay little interest to academics and just focus on sports, the very same traits Roy lived by up to this very day. And the worst of all, himself knowing better, Roy was ashamed of himself for not having enough courage to change himself for the better, as this would've most likely severed a major part of his social contacts and the charisma he had accumulated. It was just too risky.

Not the kind of trouble you'd assume the school's star quarterback to have, right?

At the end of the breakfast, Roy was still left wondering if regret or jealousy really were the reasons for his uneasiness around his roommate, or was it maybe something else entirely.

The lost-in-thought shepherd flinched when the dalmatian opposite him got up from his chair, something which looked to give the spotted canine a hard time, his ass still a bit sore from the two poundings he took last night at the party. Roy watched as Matt walked over to the dishwasher and neatly placed his dishes inside it before turning around and accidentally locking eyes with the shepherd. The unsuspecting shepherd blushed ever so slightly and quickly averted his gaze from Matt, who was still only wearing his underwear and a T-shirt.

"You have any school today?" Matt asked much to Roy's surprise, as both of the two were quite bad at initiating casual conversation between each other.

"N-no... We had practice yesterday so today I have nothing in my schedule." Roy replied, unaware that his tail was wagging.

"I still have two classes this afternoon." Matt sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter and looking at the roof. A silence fell into the kitchen again, but this time it wasn't at all awkward and had a more pleasant, maybe casual vibe to it. After a while Matt spoke out again: " Actually, I should probably get dressed and get going so I won't be late. I guess I'll see you around five..?" And with that, the perky dalmatian disappeared into the living room, leaving Roy alone inside the kitchen with his thoughts.

"Yeah..." Roy muttered to himself gazing to his right and out the kitchen window.

---

"Look what I swiped from my dad!" Echoed the cheerful voice of the golden retriever as she pulled out a decent-sized bottle from her bag.

Matt had just gotten home from his afternoon classes, having immediately bumped into the boyfriend and girlfriend pair inside the living room. It was just past five in the afternoon and the two other dogs were lazing about the apartment when the dalmatian had entered. Shandra had switched her yesterday's outfit to a frilly top and jean shorts, both of which really highlighted the curves on her golden body. In addition, she had on bright pink lipstick and the scent of her perfume, orchids, and what Matt thought out to be lemongrass hovering around the couple on the sofa. Roy was in the same getup as before, wearing his varsity jacket over a tight white t-shirt and a pair of loose Pawdidas shorts on his trunk-sized thighs. There was also a hint of the big shepherd's musk in the air, as the day was quite warm and Roy, especially while wearing his jacket indoors, must've been sweating quite a bit.

Shandra had a broad smile on her golden face as she held an amber-colored bottle of what in all likelihood was alcohol, the transparent liquid swirling inside its glass container as Shandra waved the bottle in her paw. "Check it out, Matt!" She said, sticking out the bottle in front of the confused dalmatian.

On the label of the bottle, there was a cartoon representation of Matt's breed with two crosses drawn over the eyes. Above it, read in bold letters "Dalmatian Dropper". Matt tilted his spotted head in curiosity.

"I managed to take it from my parents' liquor cabinet while they weren't looking. Pretty cool huh?" The she-retriever continued also showing the bottle to Roy, who had pretty much the same reaction to it as his roommate.

"And I was thinking that we could try some! You know... See if it actually does drop the dalmatian!" Shandra giggled, playfully tapping Matt's shoulder.

Matt couldn't help but respond with somewhat of an arrogant and pitying smile, amused at what Shandra was implying. Crossing his arms above his chest Matt said: "Please tell me you don't really believe in such marketing nonsense?"

"But it says right here on the bottle: 'All dalmatians weighing under 210 pounds may experience symptoms that may include but not be limited to: Loss of consciousness, abdominal pain, diarrhea, blanks in memory, headache, severe hangover or hallucinations.' " The golden retriever read out loud from the label at the back of the bottle.

"So? How is it, Matt? You up to see whether it holds true?" Shandra asked with a glimmer in her eyes, tauntingly brandishing the amber bottle in her paw.

In all honesty, Matt was actually quite tired after the dull and draining afternoon classes, and could definitely go for a drink. Besides, there was no way all the stuff about the side effects could be true. Selling such a beverage wouldn't, or at least shouldn't, be legal in the first place. And why would anyone specifically engineer a type of alcohol to only have such severe effects on a certain breed of dogs?

Before Matt could even give his reply, the female goldie turned on her heels.

"You still have your shot glasses on the top shelf, right?" Shandra asked, prancing her way towards the kitchen.

Matt was now left alone in the living room with Roy, something both of the male dogs would have probably liked to avoid. The two briefly exchanged looks, merely to acknowledge each other's presence in the room, nothing more.

Roy was unusually quiet for some reason, and Matt had also noticed the german shepherd acting strange during breakfast. The bigger dog was oddly docile, even for being hungover. And while it primarily wasn't any cause of concern for the dalmatian, it was still a reason to be on guard, just in case. And Matt didn't like that one bit.

Thinking on what possibly might have caused the shepherd to act strangely, one certain event did come to Matt's mind immediately.

Could yesterday's bathroom incident be bothering the bigger canine? No! Surely not. Matt brushed it aside. Why would Roy care if Matt was fucking with his teammate? Then again, Matt did do it in order to get his roommate at least a bit riled up, but this was not at all the reaction Matt had had in mind. Now it was just plain awkward between the two. And worse yet, maybe Matt even felt slightly sorry for his jock roommate.

Luckily, the two were saved from the awkward situation as Shandra returned from the kitchen, holding onto three shot glasses, which the golden retriever subsequently placed onto the living room table. "There we go!" She said as cheerful as ever, grabbing onto the neck of the bottle and twisting the plastic cap open with her fair paws.

And just like that, Shandra filled up all three glasses with the transparent beverage, handing one of the glasses to Roy and one to Matt, taking the last one in her own paws.

"You go first!" Shandra said with a mischievous smile, giving the puzzled dalmatian an expectant look.

"...Bottoms up... I guess..." Matt said after a few seconds of hesitation and brought the shot glass to his lips, the stinging aroma of the strong liquor already more than enough to make the dalmatian dizzy. Well, no use in chickening out now. The dalmatian swiftly downed the contents of the shot glass into his mouth, gulping the burning liquid down his throat.

And then everything went black.

---

The next time Matt came to, he was staring at the roof, laying on his back on something soft, most likely a bed. Not his own, that much was for sure, since the mattress was way too soft and the roof directly above his head didn't have the familiar crack on its surface like the one in his room. The dalmatian was in sort of a hangover-y state: dizzy and slightly nauseous with a hint of a headache as well. Damn that cunning goldie. It appeared that the label hadn't in fact been all nonsense.

Trying hard to ignore the budding headache and grogginess, Matt yawned and tried stretching his limbs, only to find out that he couldn't. Only now taking a proper look around himself, Matt found himself to be tied to the bed, his hands securely fastened to the headboard, tied down with a very sturdy-looking red rope and very professional-looking knots. Even more, his legs were suspended in the air over his shoulders with the very same rope, leaving his body folded double. Being tied up in such a way left the spotted canine's backside quite compromised, Matt's dalmatian rump sticking out towards the foot of the bed in a slightly upwards-curving angle, completely unprotected. Unprotected and naked.

Matt wasn't exactly an expert when it came to ropes and getting tied down, but even from a visual standpoint, the dalmatian could tell that his binds were professionally done. Just for good measure, he even tried tugging at the binds and wriggling himself free, but the sturdy red rope and its binds had absolutely zero give to them. But also, strangely enough, none of the binds were too tight, and besides not being able to move and being suspended in a questionable position, Matt was pretty comfortable.

Someone had obviously been taking their bondage lessons. And Matt had a pretty good idea of who that someone was.

That little minx! Matt thought to himself, twitching his ears as he started picking up sounds from the other side of the door, which was facing the foot of the bed, and Matt's posterior.

And speaking of the devil, the door to the bedroom was opened, a bushy, golden, wagging tail getting stuck inside the room. "Ok, ok! Just put on the blindfold, and I'll tell you when to come in, ok?" The high-pitched female voice unmistakably belonged to Shandra.

Matt watched as the door was opened even more, and the female retriever backed herself inside the room, giving a wink at who in all likelihood was Roy on the other side, before closing it behind her. As soon as she had closed the door, Shandra spun around and flashed a smile that could only be described as devilish towards the tied-down dalmatian. She was completely topless, nothing blocking Matt's view of her perky and round DD-cup breasts she rocked on her chest with pride, standing next to the door, still smiling. She still had her panties on, the dark crimson lace contraption beautifully complementing the curves of her behind and covering her front, from which Matt could smell the strong scent of female arousal, even from his position on the bed.

Flinching as if having regained consciousness after being asleep, the goldie quickly switched to a more gentle, seductive smile, walking her way over to the foot of the bed and gazing down at Matt who was dormant on the sheets. She stretched her arms above her head, most likely just to show off her female funbags to the dalmatian, something which was confirmed as soon as she made a playful spin and a 'ta-dah!' motion with her arms.

"What do you think?" She asked enthusiastically, wagging her tail and groping her own breasts as she looked at Matt with a wild glimmer in her eyes.

"Well, I'd give you two thumbs-up for sure, that is, if I could since right now I can only give downward thumbs," Matt replied sarcastically, referring to his restricted movement possibilities and the orientation of his tied-up paws.

Shandra giggled, her feminine voice pleasantly ringing inside the bedroom.

"What are you up to, Shan?" Matt asked, and an even wider smile was spread on the golden canine's muzzle.

Shandra slowly got up onto the bed with Matt, settling herself onto all-fours and crawling her way right next to the spotted canine, not for a single second breaking eye contact with the bound dalmatian. She laid on her side next to Matt, leaning her chin on her right paw, and stared at the helpless canine next to her on the bed.

"I heard from Carey what happened last night." She whispered, after getting her fill of looking at Matt's naked body. Matt instantly twitched, remembering what had happened at the party. Shandra looked pleased with the dalmatian's reaction, and playfully poked the tip of Matt's dark nose. "No wonder my Ro-Ro was so upset."

Ro-Ro? That's a new one.

"You wouldn't happen to know why?." Shandra continued, trailing the index finger of her left paw along Matt's neck, sliding her cold nail right over his left nipple and down to the dalmatian's white abdomen. Matt shivered and shook his head.

"Well... I think it's because Roy has been crushing on you for quite a while now."

WHAAAAT?!

"Ah, It must've been devastating to see someone you like having sex with another male..." The golden retriever sighed over-dramatically, inching her fingers closer and closer towards Matt's nether regions.

"Don't give me that confused look Matt~" She whistled. "I know that to you it might sound ridiculous, but I know Roy, and he most definitely has a crush on every single one of your cute black spots," Shandra said, playfully tapping a few of said spots with her fingers.

"He simply hasn't come to terms with his own feelings yet, but I see it in him every day. The way he looks at you, talks about you... Ah~ I must admit I get a little bit wet every time Roy does that."

Matt's head was spinning, and this time it was not just from the alcohol. The amount of new, complicated information just vomited onto him had his entire canine brain in a twist as the tied dalmatian tried making sense of the situation. How? Since when? Why was SHE of all people telling this to him? The number of unanswered questions continued to grow the more Matt thought about what Shandra had just said. But the top-most of all of them was still, why was Matt tied up on an unknown bed.

"...And so this is...?" Matt asked, for a moment pushing all the stuff about his big german shepherd roommate having a crush on him to the back of his mind and trying to remain rational.

"I'm glad you asked!" Shandra said with a smile.

"You can come in now, Roy! Remember, no peeking!"

Matt quickly diverted his attention from the golden retriever beside him to the door through which Shandra had entered. The shiny brass knob on it was turned, and the large panel of wood was pushed open following a resounding click from the locking mechanism. Matt's heart skipped a beat as he laid his dalmatian eyes on his roommate who stood in the doorway.

Roy was completely naked, aside from the blindfold he had covering his eyes, the front of his muscular 6'7 frame completely exposed and in full view for Matt and Shandra to enjoy. Matt's breath was caught in his throat as he looked down from the big shepherd's meaty pecs and well-defined abdominal muscles, his canine eyes naturally gravitating towards his roommate's exposed footlong tallywhacker. Both Matt's male appendage and tailhole twitched when he laid eyes on the gargantuan beast of a canine cock once more, just seeing it in the flesh being enough to get the smaller male aroused. Thirteen to fourteen inches of hard shepherd shaft with a slight upwards curve and plenty of girth, certainly more than enough to make any male or female moan. The impressive length was accompanied by a sizable and heavy-looking scrotum that housed Roy's canine cumtanks, the contents of which Matt could only fantasize about.

Matt could instantly recognize the other male's scent, the one he had caught a whiff of yesterday in the living room. The pungent odor was so potent and pervasive it easily overtook Matt's nostrils, almost completely covering the scent of Shandra's arousal, even though the golden retriever was much closer to the dalmatian than her boyfriend. Being subjected to such an alluring scent of a willing male overwhelmed Matt's senses in a heartbeat and kicked his mind into baby-making mode, his dalmatian dick hardening in an instant.

"Mmhh~ Don't you just want to feel it DESTROY you?" Shandra whispered right next to Matt's ear, her voice dripping with lust as she too sniffed the air with her nose, nearly shivering with arousal as she did.

Having to shake his head, Matt broke out of his dick-staring trance and turned to look at Shandra to say something. But before he could, the female dog pressed her index finger on Matt's lips.

"Shhh~ He should be a bit drunk but I still wouldn't rule out the chance of him hearing you if you get too loud. If you want that D... And I know you do... you better keep quiet."

Still holding her finger on Matt's lips, Shandra skillfully snaked herself free of her underwear with her other paw, bringing the crimson lace panties over Matt's head. She then playfully flipped them off her fingers, letting her underwear fall straight onto her bound partner's face, the smooth lace drooping over Matt's eyes and nose, making him look quite silly. A part of the red lace underwear felt moist against the fur of the dalmatian's muzzle.

"Come on closer babe!" Shandra loudly coaxed her boyfriend, and Roy took one careful step inside the bedroom.

Only now did Matt fully grasp what Shandra was up to. Both fear and excitement washed over his body, his erection throbbing even harder than before and his dalmatian tailhole reflexively winking at the sight of the bigger male's gargantuan canine butt-plunger. No way was this really going to happen.

Roy's cock seemed to grow bigger and more intimidating the closer he got to the bed, the thick shepherd shaft wobbling up and down as the big canine carefully approached his bound victim. Matt was completely still, staring at his roommate and listening to the beating of his own heart, which was twice as loud as the big shepherd's heavy footsteps. If he wanted to, he could stop this. All he needed to do was speak up, and Roy would find out what was going on. But Matt didn't.

Eventually, the blindfolded shepherd hit the bed with his right leg and it looked like he was about to lose his balance, wobbling so much so that at one point Matt was sure the muscular furball would surely topple over and dive straight into his lap. But as both Matt and Shandra held their breaths, Roy suddenly regained his footing, subsequently rather agilely climbing onto the bed considering his blocked vision and slight intoxication.

"Where are you, babe?" Roy asked, his big ears twitching and tail wagging as he was now on his knees on the foot of the bed, just a foot or so away from Matt's stuck-out dalmatian rump.

"Over here, big guy~" Shandra whispered in a seductive tone, carefully leaning over Matt's chest and reaching for Roy's paws which groped the air slightly above Matt's thighs.

Grabbing her boyfriend by the wrists, the female golden retriever guided Roy's paws onto Matt's thighs, making the dalmatian twitch as he felt the warm palms of his roommate on his fur. A careful smile crept up onto Roy's face as he began to run his hands up and down Matt's thighs, lovingly caressing them, thinking they belonged to his girlfriend. Matt almost moaned by accident, subsequently fighting to hold his breath as Roy's big fingers ran down the insides of his spotted loins, dangerously approaching Matt's erect member and smooth doggy scrotum.

He's gonna touch it. He's gonna touch it!

Matt stared at his roommate unblinking as the bigger canine's fingers just barely evaded his genitals, Roy opting to suddenly go lower and grope Matt's ass instead, cupping each of the spotted dalmatian cheeks in his big palms and squeezing them with his paws, letting out a playful growl whilst at it. Roy's paws were so big that his fingers could almost reach around the entire roundness of Matt's rump, the shepherd's thumbs securely wedged into the curve which separated the thighs from the cheeks, the nails of his index and middle fingers nearly tickling the dalmatian's lower back.

"You got an amazing ass, Shan..." Roy muttered, his caressing of Matt's rear end getting progressively rougher and it soon began to feel like he almost was about to-

*Slap*

Matt couldn't even register Roy's movements in time, only feeling the eerily pleasant, warm, and stinging sensation on his left buttcheek where there soon would most definitely be a print shaped like Roy's paw. The dalmatian had to bite down on his lower lip in order not to moan, getting his ass handled in such a harsh and possessive manner. Keeping his voice down was especially hard since this was right up Matt's alley and had the circumstances been different, the smaller dalmatian would've been VERY vocal at the receiving end of such treatment.

Shandra quickly grabbed a hold of the base of Matt's cock and scrotum, capturing both in her paw most likely in an effort to prohibit his boyfriend from accidentally touching the other male's package in the case the big shepherd wanted to do some more ass exploration. And for what it was worth, the goldie was right on the money, as soon Roy brought his paws back up before running his thumbs down Matt's crack, the tips of the two feelers softly grazing against Matt's exposed canine funhole. Matt shivered again, his erection throbbing against Shandra's palm who quickly took note of what just happened.

"Roy~, my right cheek is kinda jealous you know..?" She suddenly whispered, and if he would've had time, Matt would've given the goldie a murderous look.

*Slap*

Matt again had to fight hard against his urge to moan, his right butt orb now gently jiggling in the aftershock of another powerful spank by his jock roommate. Now for sure, would each of his dalmatian cheeks be decorated with a massive pawprint for the remainder of this day, seeing how harshly he got spanked by the big shepherd. A shepherd, who also seemed to be enjoying himself behind Matt's rump.

"You're kind of quiet babe? Everything alright?" Roy asked, Matt and Shandra quickly exchanging looks on the bed.

"...Well... you just haven't spanked me hard enough, silly!"

Shandra and her quick wits were there to save the day, but not Matt's ass, as the dalmatian received slaps number three and four to his soft orbs, each harder than the two that preceded them. This time though, Shandra made sure to moan ecstatically with the slaps; the same kinds of moans Matt had often heard from behind the wall of his room on certain nights.

"Mhhh~ Ro?" Shandra muttered as Roy got back to groping Matt's sore behind with his greedy paws.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I was thinking... Since you seem to go so hard after my ass today... Why don't we have some anal..?"

Roy visibly perked, stopping his hands on Matt's butt, tail standing up straight as an alder with the sudden proposal. "...You sure?" Roy asked and you could clearly hear the excitement in his voice. His tail had also resumed its wagging, excitedly whipping the air around Roy's toned athlete bottom.

"Uh-huh..." Shandra muttered.

"You have a condom?"

"...Nah! I also thought we could... go raw tonight..."

There was a short pause.

"Shan, you're the best!"

Roy's erection, which had previously been hiding out of sight just under Matt's rear, was now brought up again, and Matt could see the intimidating tip of the 14-inch monster, prompting the dalmatian to swallow nervously. Matt had to admit he had, ever since witnessing the full glory of Roy's cock yesterday, fantasized a few times about trying to stuff, or have someone stuff it inside his ass, not by a longshot having thought he would get to have a go with the real thing this soon if ever. Suddenly, he was not at all that confident he could tame this particular beast of a phallus even given his wide range of practice regarding jock-cocks.

Again, there was a mixture of excitement, lust, and fear between Matt's ears as he stared down between his legs at the huge cock of his huge roommate, something which was about to go inside him within moments. He could already picture what it would look like in his mind, getting more and more aroused as he thought about it. The mental image of it alone was enough for Matt's dalmatian cock to spill a few drops of pre over. One thing was for certain though: Matt would not be able to keep quiet if Roy's cock was going inside his ass.

"He always gets super excited for anal. I think it's because then he can imagine he's fucking you..." Shandra whispered as quietly as she could.

Matt blushed ever so slightly, quickly getting better things to worry about as the warm side of Roy's shaft brushed against his crease, the jock shepherd rubbing himself against Matt, small grunts of pleasure seeping out from between his lips as he did. Only an inch or so away from Matt's entrance the touch of the muscular shepherd's shaft was all the more stimulating, the heat rising to Matt's face as he watched his roommate's throbbing length slide back and forth over his cheeks. Shandra also looked aroused, having already lost her dormant left paw to between her legs, quietly masturbating almost right next to Matt's head.

Roy abruptly stopped rubbing himself against Matt's behind, the two others on the bed immediately perking up as the large canine jock wound his hips back and leaned his torso over the smaller dalmatian, placing his big paws on either side of his roommate, completely covering Matt in his shadow. Shandra only barely had the time to sneak out of the way before she was replaced by Roy's strong forearm on the left side of the restrained dalmatian. With a curious and expectant look on her face, she laid down on her side of the bed, staring at her about-to-penetrate-his-roommate boyfriend unblinkingly, left paw stuck between her legs.

Shifting his brown hips slightly Roy tapped his tip against the base of his roommate's tail and Matt noticeably trembled from the contact. Staring straight up into his roommate's hefty pectoral muscles, Matt held his breath, feeling how the warm cockhead trailed upwards his rear, sliding into the curve of his crease, slowly getting dragged up towards the dalmatian's most sensitive spot.

His muzzle only two or three inches away from Roy's body, the strong shepherd's masculine scent completely surrounded Matt, the sweet mixture of sweat and pheromones bullying every single smell receptor in Matt's dark dalmatian nose. But even the intoxicating musk wasn't enough to distract Matt from fearing for his tailhole, Roy's tip already having found its way onto the outer ring of Matt's entrance, its hard, warm shape throbbing against the softness of the dalmatian anus. This was it.

Roy made a small jab with his hips, pushing his cockhead against Matt's entrance, not penetrating, only teasingly stretching it out before pulling back and removing the pressure on his pink, winking target. The big shepherd turned out to be quite the tease, grinding his tip against Matt's sphincter and making similar fake penetration attempts for at least a few more times, Matt's erection responding each time he felt the hard phallic rod on his hole.

"Mmm~ Do you want it..?" Roy eventually groaned, sounding like he was at his limit of not thrusting his dick into the accepting doggyhole in front of him.

"Ah~ Give it to me baby~" Shandra moaned, enthusiastically fingering herself, eyes adamantly locked onto Roy's massive erection.

For one final time, Roy's tip was pressed onto Matt's anus, this time the weight behind it being much more palpable. Matt could immediately feel his sphincter giving in, Roy's gargantuan cockhead stretching the outer ring of his jock-taming tailhole, the dalmatian's muzzle locked in a soundless gasp when the big shepherd finally entered his roommate's canine colon.

A wave of heat washed over Matt's entire body, the familiar sensation of getting one's butt stuffed with something larger than advisable, spreading from his loins and ravishing every one of his spotted limbs. His ass was still sore from the two poundings from the night before and thus every move, every throb and every twitch of Roy's member, their intensity was increased tenfold by Matt's sensitive insides, which regardless, wanted more of the 14-inch monstrosity. Matt unconsciously curled his toes, mouthing a soundless moan as the entirety of Roy's tip eventually popped to the better side of Matt's hungry dalmatian sphincter, Roy's muscular body lurching forward a bit, the fur of his wide chest almost meeting with the tip of Matt's muzzle.

Not an anal rookie by a longshot, Matt was more than surprised to realize how full just the tip of Roy's cock made his ass feel. Even not taking into account the male mating mast's massive length, Roy's girth was also rather impressive, his cock measure-wise resembling more of an equine phallus than anything else. And now all of that was supposed to go inside the 5'10 dalmatian, and from the back.

"Mmhh~ W-wow! Your ass feels completely different compared to last time we had anal." Roy grunted, adding some more weight to his hips and pushing his shaft deeper into Matt.

Shandra was sharp this time around, letting out a long-winded moan as the first five inches of Roy's colon-destroyer sunk inside Matt's ass in a split second, the big shepherd's gravity-aided thrust gaining a lot of purchase from Matt's receptive insides. Shandra's moan was also luckily loud enough to cover up Matt's own vocalization of pleasure, as his ass was suddenly half-full of german shepherd dick. Roy groaned as well, his warm breath brushing the fur on top of Matt's head as the shepherd paused for a little while before letting gravity take the helm once more, another two or three inches getting added to the length of cock inside Matt's ass. The poor dalmatian's insides had no chance of fighting against Roy's big baby maker, the force it exerted onto the dalmatian's anal walls proving far too superior to be held back, the soft flesh getting stretched and forcibly pushed out of the way as the intruding phallic object asserted its dominance.

Soon almost 10 inches deep, Roy abruptly stopped again, giving his gasping roommate a well-deserved, short break and a few seconds to get accustomed to the near-alarming amount of meat inside his doggy colon.

"Should I... go further?" The blindfolded shepherd asked, holding his muscular body completely tense as he awaited the golden retriever's reply.

"... Do it! I want it all the way!" Shandra replied without a second thought, fingering herself harder and faster, her attention still on the two mid-penetration roommates. No further encouragement required, Roy relaxed his hips and abdomen, the last 4 inches of his length slowly beginning to sink inside Matt's spasming rectal tunnel.

Never in his life had Matt been as full of cock as he was now. And better yet, there were still a good few inches of malehood that sought residence within the dalmatian's jam-packed backside. With every passing second, it felt like he simply couldn't fit any more of Roy's huge member inside, yet the throbbing meatsicle managed to find more space from inside Matt's colon, gradually lurching its way deeper and deeper and deeper. Teeth grit and tears involuntarily forming at the corners of his eyes, Matt struggled to hold control of his tongue and tonsils, which wanted to scream the spotted dog's lungs out. His cock was spasming uncontrollably, Matt's sheer will being the only thing holding back a massive, messy, dalmatian orgasm, which would inevitably fire within the next minute were nothing to interrupt it from doing so.

*Tap*

Matt opened his eyes wide, realizing that Roy had finally stopped. The warmth of the german shepherd's loins caressing Matt's backside at a close distance meant that it was over: Matt had managed to take all of Roy. An all-different kind of warmth radiating through his lower body, Matt slowly craned his neck to get a look at his brave little cock-tamer. He flinched as he witnessed a rather large deformation on his spotty abdomen, Roy's cock really knocking to come out of Matt's belly. The large bulge almost made it look like the smaller dalmatian was pregnant with an oddly-shaped offspring. Still, Matt doubted that being pregnant must've felt nothing like this.

"H-holy shit babe! You can usually only take two-thirds of me in the back... Have you been practicing by yourself?" Roy asked, sounding out of breath and full of animalistic cravings.

Looking to his left, Matt exchanged looks with Shandra and was not able to stop a smug grin from getting spread on his muzzle, even despite getting his ass essentially split in half by his roommate. A strange triumph for sure, but Matt had officially acquired the title of "biggest cockslut" over the female, proving his ass superior of any bottoming canines on this bed.

But Shandra didn't take Matt's mockery lying down, the conniving goldie quickly moaning:

"Mmmh, go hard on me Roy. Breed my ass like you've never fucked one before! Make it so I can't walk for a week!"

The smile practically melting off his muzzle, Matt silently made out the words "you bitch" with his lips, to which the female dog winked and blew a kiss in Matt's direction before getting back to fingering herself as Roy prepared to fulfill her wish.

Shandra covered up another one of Matt's moans with her own when her jock boyfriend pumped his hips outward, extracting nearly eleven inches of his meat from Matt's hole in one go. Feeling momentary relief to the pressure in his colon, Matt blew his lungs completely empty of air, subsequently trying to inhale as much of the Roy-scented air back in, preparing for the shepherd's next move.

*Thud*

The bedsprings squeaked and the dalmatian and golden retriever both moaned as Roy buried his erection into Matt's fun-tunnel, bringing his hips down on the fat dalmatian ass with a groan. The lungs Matt had so desperately tried to fill just a second earlier were suddenly empty as the gargantuan canine colon plunger knocked all the air out of its recipient. His consciousness flickering due to the unexpected oxygen shortage, Matt was completely unprepared for when Roy pulled out again and hammered his length back inside the trembling dalmatian. That thrust was followed by another, and another, and another, Roy starting to pound his roommate with the enthusiasm, power, and speed of a mutt in a rut.

The sounds of wet suction from the workings of Matt's anus made rounds around the small bedroom as Roy continued to shake his hips on top of Matt, stuffing his monstrous breeding baton down the quiet dalmatian's hole with vigor. The cushy mattress gaily bounced Roy's shepherd hips off of Matt's backside, the bedsprings squeaking louder and louder as the bigger canine brought them down along with his shaft time after time, harshly gouging his roommate's dalmatian rectum. The rhythmic thud of his hips rebounding off of Matt's fat ass quickly filled the surrounding space, which actually kind of helped Shandra in covering up any noises made by Matt, the female goldie having nearly a full-time job keeping up with all different kinds of moans the other pummeled dalmatian made.

Having involuntarily listened in on Shandra and Roy's mattress wrestling on more than one occasion, Matt had, in his own opinion, had a general conception of his athletic roommate's sexual prowess. But now, experiencing it firsthand for himself, it was way beyond what the spotted canine had imagined. Roy was seriously good at fucking. Just the sheer force and energy the black and brown dog was able to move his hips and gigantic member with was insane, every single one of the jock shepherd's thrusts hitting their mark perfectly, stretching Matt's already sore anal walls even further apart. Eventually, one of the fierce jabs of the strong shepherd found Matt's male g-spot, the entire bottom half of his alimentary canal convulsing in the grips of strong pleasure, courtesy of some aggressive and precise prostate pummeling.

Getting his most sensitive spot roughed up by Roy caused Matt to deliver an unexpectedly feminine sound from his muzzle, one which Shandra didn't even need to cover up with her own with how girly it sounded. This of course elicited a cheeky grin from the naked golden retriever, who by the looks of it, was enjoying this just as much as the two male participants, three fingers of her right paw already lodged deep inside her wet dog pussy. As much as he would've liked, Matt was unable to react to Shandra's amused expression, having a hard enough time keeping his voice somewhat in check and remembering to breathe between Roy's rapid humps, a third, messier problem also approaching in the not-so-distant future.

Matt wanted to cum. He had been wanting to cum almost ever since he had had Roy fully inside him just a few moments ago and was only barely hanging on the edge anymore, the tip of his cock leaking out glistening precum like a broken faucet, splattering it around each time his spotted behind took a thrust from Roy. Matt had never wanted to cum this hard in his life, the pressure in his balls and shaft already way more than he could normally handle. And to think it was his own, annoying roommate who had him feeling this way.

The final nail in Matt's pleasure coffin was when Roy suddenly switched from his heavy humping to a faster, more grinding motion, one which perfectly stimulated the deepest parts of Matt's hole, forcing the trembling dalmatian's insides and prostate into total submission. He knew he couldn't hold it any longer. Matt shot a desperate gaze in Shandra's direction, the quick-witted female immediately lunging between the two roommates and wrapping her soft lips around the top half of Matt's about-to-burst erection. Roy's hips met with Matt's one more time and that was it.

It was a true bitch-gasm, stemming purely from anal stimulation.

Matt's scrotum tightened, his full testes pumping all they had into his canine urethra, from which the copious dalmatian seed then burst into its warm and wet oral deposit. Arching his neck, Matt silently howled up towards the headboard, ousting a sizable and messy load into Shandra's anticipating muzzle, one rope of warm dalmatian jizz at a time. Roy also brought his haunches to a halt, without a doubt able to tell his partner had climaxed, a broad smile on his blindfolded face.

Shandra rested her soft cheek on Matt's stomach, her left ear drooping over her face as she remained seemingly unfazed, effortlessly gulping down Matt's male juices. Matt wouldn't have expected any less from someone who had experience blowing the massive member currently occupying his tailhole. Shan was most likely at least on par with Matt when it came to blowing jocks, and that was solely because she was allegedly able to tame Roy's monster with her muzzle.

Eventually, the golden canine pulled back from between Matt and her boyfriend, licking her lips, her face blushing and expression twisted by lust. She glanced at Matt who was still slightly disoriented in the aftermath of his orgasm, then at his shepherd boyfriend, who, by the look of things started moving again, the entirety of Matt's spotted body promptly jolting on the bed as Roy retracted his length from the dalmatian depths of his roommate's hole. The receiving roommate panting with his tongue out, Shandra carefully sat on the bed, splitting her legs as if to show off her pussy to the two, even though Roy couldn't see and Matt probably didn't even notice. Regardless, she continued to masturbate just as furiously as she had, watching her boyfriend plough Matt's ass relentlessly.

Roy groaned and growled, smashing himself onto his roommate's rear as hard and as fast as he could muster. His heavy canine nutsack recklessly swung up and down with his brisk movements, their impact on Matt's behind sounding like an echo from his heavy hips, a joyous slap following the heavier thud. The biggest of the three dogs had his teeth grit, syrupy shepherd saliva dripping down from his mouth, warm droplets of the transparent liquid splattering onto Matt's chest every so often as the powerful thrusts kept on battering the dalmatian's rear-end.

"He's about to cum!" Shandra whispered, her voice wavering and with a wild gleam in her eyes.

It certainly didn't take a rocket scientist to reach this conclusion, especially if said rocket scientist was getting it from Roy as hard and as deep as Matt. He had had a cock up his ass more than enough times to tell when his partner was close, and Roy was close. The shepherd's cock felt to have gone up in size at least one eighth, which in Roy's case, was quite the growth. This along with the other clues pointed towards an intense and messy orgasm, something Matt equally dreaded and desired.

"You're gonna get Roy's babies!" Shandra groaned, biting her lower lip, leaning back on the bed, and moaning with her fingers stuck deep inside her womanhood.

Matt shivered. The spotted canine more or less preferred using condoms for anal sex and while he had gotten bareback creampied at least a few times, he was sure the amount of cum in his colon would be far greater than on any of the previous times. Not to mention most of the space in Matt's hole was already taken up by his roommate's impregnation rod. And now Matt was to fit the contents of Roy's puppy-batter churns inside as well? To be completely honest, it did scare Matt a little bit, but the pure lust and carnal mating instinct in the dalmatian's mind far outweighed any amount of fear he might've had. This nut was going up his butt, and he wanted it to. Period.

"B-babe? C-can I... I-Inside?" Roy growled, sounding like he was a few strong thrusts away from completely losing it, which he most likely was.

"Oh YES! YES! Please cum inside my ASS!" Shandra moaned, most likely out of instinct, her blue eyes already rolled up into her golden head as she was just as close as her boyfriend.

Matt just managed to draw one final breath before a deafening roar rumbled its way up from the muscular shepherd's throat. It was as if the whole room was shaking as all three dogs vocalized their pleasure simultaneously.

Roy's big shepherd shaft pulsed with lust, pumping an unfathomable amount of seed inside the smaller canine. Matt was completely unable to hold back his moans as two day's worth of shepherd cum exploded into his ass in a hot and messy jizzbomb, the warmth of it quickly spreading itself throughout his canine loins. His muscular back arched like a bow, Roy howled towards the ceiling, his throbbing member serving thick cumsludge to Matt's awaiting insides as fast as they could receive, the spotted cock-socket eagerly enjoying every ounce of the hot jock seminal fluid pumped into it.

Matt had a small joygasm simply from the sensation of getting his guts clogged with his roommate's semen, the half-erect doggydick on his groin squirting out two or three ropes of cum despite having spilled a hefty amount less than a minute ago. He had no idea getting the insides of his hole basted with his roommate's puppy goo could feel this good and he rode out the waves of pleasure as Roy continued to cum for multiple seconds.

In the heat of the cross-roommate insemination, Shandra abruptly reached out her free paw and yanked the blindfold off of Roy's eyes, the checkered piece of cotton fabric landing on the mating mutt's muzzle. Visibly flinching, the muscular shepherd opened his big canine eyes, staring straight down at the ecstatic, slightly blushing face of his dalmatian roommate. The two locked eyes immediately, with Roy freezing completely still, confusion and utter disbelief reflecting off his black and brown canine face. Matt wasn't entirely sure what sort of face he himself was making as the big shepherd continued to cum, unable to stop creaming his roommates' guts mid-orgasm. And Roy couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to, with the vice-like grip Matt's ass was exerting on his shepherd cock. The two roommates were pretty much locked together on the bed until Roy finally stopped shooting his seed, after which neither of the male canines made any effort to move, both remaining in their assumed mid-coitus positions over the covers.

It was now dead silent in the bedroom. Matt stared up into Roy's stupefied face, his breath slowly settling while his belly was very much bulging out from the amount of cum and cock inside. The dalmatian was chock full of seed, up to the point an unaware person might've thought the spotted canine was pregnant with how much the warm semen mass rounded out Matt's figure. And there would be no question about the father as Roy was still full fourteen inches deep inside his panting roommate. The big shepherd was completely out of it, staring at something far far away behind Matt, every single one of his muscles tensed to the position they were in when the blindfold had been dropped.

...

"Mmmmmhhh~" A suggestive moan caught both males' attention and the two, still mid-penetration male dogs turned their heads towards the sound.

Shandra had moved from her position over the covers and was standing by the foot of the bed, earnestly licking the fingers of her right paw clean one by one, before turning her attention to the two roommates.

"Congrats!" She said as cheerfully as ever, her large breasts bouncing up and down as she made a small jump, clapping her paws together excitedly.

Neither Matt nor Roy could still bring themselves to say anything. You could've cut the awkwardness in the bedroom with scissors.

"... Anyway... I'm guessing you two have A LOT to talk about. I'll go ahead and order some pizza, masturbating always makes me so hungry..." The female canine continued without missing a beat, her tail happily wagging as she turned around. Shandra then skipped her way to the door, stopping at the doorway and taking one last glance at the two males on the bed, before disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.

The bedroom fell silent once more, the crotch-locked roommates quietly turning to face each other again, both just staring at the other for nearly a minute or so without doing or saying anything. Finally, Roy seemed to take notice of the state of Matt's belly, realizing what exactly was plugging up the dalmatian. Still looking a bit dazed, he carefully dislodged all fourteen inches of his dong from Matt's colon, giving way to the colossal wave of cum, which Matt's insides pushed out, alleviating the pressure within the dalmatian's packed rump.

The big shepherd watched closely as Matt's belly slowly deflated, what seemed like a bucketful of canine seed flowing out of his roommate's tailhole, forming a substantial puddle on the sheets just below Mat's rear end. Matt exhaled deeply, wholeheartedly enjoying the feeling of his insides being allowed to retract to their normal dimensions, or at least close to what they were before the cross-roommate cock colonoscopy. The excess cum continued to stream out of the bound canine, its raunchy scent quickly dominating the area around the bed as the puddle on the covers continued to grow, staining the white sheets below into a shade of grey. Neither Matt nor Roy still spoke a word.

Finally, after what felt like way too long of a period of time, the seemingly inexhaustible current of cum finally dwindled down until only small droplets of the sticky canine goo dripped out from Matt's abused sphincter. But because of the way the dalmatian's butt was angled with the ropes, Matt was left with a pretty hefty amount of cum still between his walls, the remaining mass of semen still happily sloshing inside its temporary deposit.

Roy was still in a complete trance, sitting on the bed next to his roommate and looking far into nothingness, his face expressionless and cock still somehow erect.

"Ahem!"

The muscular shepherd's ears twitched as he returned to reality and craned his big muzzle towards his right, looking down at Matt who gently thrashed in the ropes that tied his spotted body. Still expressionless, Roy blinked and nodded his head, acknowledging Matt's desire to be freed before moving closer to his bound roommate.

Both Matt and Roy were still reluctant to exchange words when the bigger canine carefully undid the binds that his girlfriend had so skillfully constructed to hold the dalmatian in place. With Roy's big fingers and distraught mind, it took the shepherd quite a while to free his roommate. Seeing how much Roy fumbled and made mistakes untying the ropes, Matt found himself feeling sorry for the bigger dog, contrary to what he thought he would feel after bamboozling the shepherd successfully. Kinda. At times, the two dog's eyes would meet, both promptly averting their gaze from the other as the air between them was still way too awkward for that.

After about two minutes of silent knot-solving and rope tugging Matt was freed from the goldie-bondage that held him still. As soon as Roy released Matt's legs, more cum spilled out from between Matt's spotted cheeks as his body was allowed to become parallel with the bed. Matt whimpered just a little bit, the pressure in his guts pleasantly normalizing to a further degree. Just a few moments later, Roy managed to release Matt's wrists as well, allowing the released dalmatian to now move freely.

Roy quickly backed away from his roommate, remaining reticent while Matt took a moment to gather himself before sitting up on the bed, carefully shiting himself away from the extrusive jizzpuddle below. Extending his spotted back into its full length, Matt stretched his sore lower back and arms, his furry chest rising and falling along with the deep breaths the dalmatian took before slouching back down on the sheets. The two males' eyes met for a brief moment, Roy quickly looking away with what Matt could swear was a hint of blush on his shepherd muzzle. Again, silence.

Shit! Someone's gotta have to say something!

Matt thought to himself, the usually so quick-witted dalmatian also completely stumped on how to handle this absurd situation.

"I..."

"I..."

Both dogs spoke at the same time, promptly closing their mouths upon hearing the other one speak. Now it was even harder for either of them to start talking. They stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, each second getting dragged longer than the last, the dull thumping of Matt's heart slowly becoming unbearably loud. Finally, Matt had to speak out.

"...Do you like me?"

The flow of time screeched to a complete halt as Matt's words hung in the air, making their way in from the big shepherd's large ears and subsequently getting processed by Roy's brain. With a slight delay, every hair on Roy's furry body stood up as if electrified and the big canine looked like he had been hit in the face with a log. He blushed and suddenly looked very uncomfortable, his eyes darting all over the room in an effort to avoid Matt's piercing gaze.

In an effort to avoid another prolonged period of reticence, Matt abruptly decided to go full-on aggressive. He needed to dig up an answer from his roommate somehow. Almost lunging forwards from his position on the bed Matt grabbed the bigger shepherd by the shoulders, shoving his dalmatian muzzle onto Roy's, sharing a quick kiss with the other male. And he didn't hold back in the slightest, going full french and managing to wrestle his tongue into Roy's mouth in the small window of panic and confusion on the other canine's part.

Roy was so surprised by his roommate's advance that he fell over on the bed, Matt now laying on top of his broad chest, still locking lips with the dumbfounded jock. As expected, Roy didn't exactly lean into Matt's kiss, but the muscular shepherd didn't fight it either. The bigger of the two canines laid completely still while the smaller dalmatian had his way in kissing him. Saliva exchanged tongues as Matt hastily licked the insides of Roy's muzzle, trying to cover as much of the big shepherd's mouth before he'd have to go out for air.

The lips of the two eventually separated and Matt assumed a dominant position on the bigger dog's lower belly, settling his buttocks on top of the shepherd's hard abdominal muscles and gazing down at Roy's bewildered face. There was eye contact after which Roy promptly flushed bright red and lowered his ears, looking much more submissive than what Matt had ever seen the big shepherd. From his position, Matt couldn't help but think that Roy looked awfully cute, all nervous and blushing like this. The big dog even whined quietly as a sign of submission, something which tickled both the dalmatian's heart and erection slightly more than he would've thought.

Quickly brushing off the feeling of wanting to kiss his big roommate again, Matt teasingly leaned his face closer to Roy's, his tail starting to wag ever so slightly from knowing he had the upper hand on the bigger canine.

"Do you like me?" Matt repeated his initial question.

Roy's flustered face and unwillingness to respond already spoke volumes but Matt still wanted to hear it from Roy's mouth directly. After a few seconds of avoiding eye contact and no talking, the cunning dalmatian leaned in for another kiss, locking muzzles with his shepherd roommate and wholeheartedly enjoying how submissive Roy had gotten.

So cute!

Matt thought, parting his lips from Roy's after another sloppy tongue-wrestling session, the shepherd jock's taste lingering on his tongue as he laid on the other dog's strong chest.

"Come on now..." Matt pressed Roy further, keeping his spotted muzzle less than an inch away from Roy's shepherd one.

"Do. You. Like. Me?" Matt asked for the third time, playfully walking his middle and index finger up Roy's chest with each word. The teasing dalmatian could feel the thumping of Roy's heart just under his right palm accelerate while he eagerly waited for his reply.

"..I don't... I-I guess...? I guess I ...like you..." Roy eventually muttered in defeat, blushing like mad and facing away from his dalmatian roommate.

Matt twitched. Hearing the big canine confess his feelings was like a huge injection of dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphin all at once, Matt's tail starting to wag enthusiastically and the biggest smile spreading on his spotted muzzle. It wasn't Matt's first confession of love, but somehow it struck the dalmatian very strongly.

"He He... Good boy!" Matt whispered, softly kissing Roy's cheek while reaching up to pat the german shepherd's big furry head.

"...Good boys get treats, you know?" Matt continued, reaching back with his right paw and grabbing a firm hold of Roy's erection just behind his spotted bum, which made the muscular shepherd twitch as well.

Slowly starting to jerk off his big roommate, Matt used his free paw to feel up as much as he could of Roy's gorgeous athlete's body, the shepherd's bulging pecs, hard biceps, firm abs, and springy glutes getting their fair share of loving caresses from the dalmatian's paw. Feeling a rush of sexual desire, Matt extended his tongue and started licking the body of his roommate, the wet dalmatian palate probe traveling over any inch of fur it could reach on Roy's neck, face, and chest. For a brief second, Matt got fixated on the shepherd's left nipple, tickling it with the tip of his tongue and gently sucking on it, wetting the nearby fur with his copious saliva.

Roy moaned.

Knowing that his partner was getting into the mood, Matt released his paw from Roy's hot member, now locking the throbbing meat mast between his spotted thighs, feeling its eagerness and warmth on his fur.

"So... Roy..." Matt spoke, gently rocking his thighs up and down his roommate's length. "I don't know if you've heard from your teammates... But I'm kind of a... huge slut when it comes to jocks." The dalmatian held a dramatic pause, putting extra effort into caressing Roy's malehood as if to affirm his statement. "...What do you usually do with your sluts...?

Roy groaned something incoherent, his arms twitching as if he was trying to hold them back from grabbing Matt's ass.

"Are you nice with them...? Do you take them out on dates perhaps..? Or do you fuck them hard where the sun doesn't shine...?

Matt got his reply almost immediately when Roy slammed his big paws on the dalmatian's cheeks, sinking his strong shepherd fingers into Matt's juicy male behind as if by reflex.

"Mmhhh... That's what I thought..." Matt moaned, enjoying getting his butt groped by Roy's massive paws while he slid his thighs over Roy's hard-on.

Roy finally looked up to meet Matt's gaze, his eyes beaming with lust and desire; exactly what Matt wanted to see. Closing his eyes, Matt leaned in for yet another kiss, bumping muzzles with Roy for the third time, letting his saliva-coated tongue run free between the big shepherd's jaws. But this time, it wasn't just Matt who leaned into the kiss. Roy no longer settled to being a passive recipient of the oral assault and eagerly attacked Matt's tongue with his own, the two wet mouth muscles getting intertwined between the two male canine's lips. Matt and Roy continued to kiss for a good while, grinding their bodies together as if in heat, enjoying each other's touch to its full extent while swapping saliva.

Eventually, the kiss was mutually broken off as the two had to get some air, both dogs panting heavily on top of each other. Matt was still busy moving his thighs, massaging Roy's erection, and enjoying all the different lewd sounds his big partner let out as a result.

"M-Matt... I *groan* I want to..."

But before Roy could even finish, Matt had unwrapped the shepherd's prostate poker from between his thighs, and now sat astride Roy's groin, the gargantuan shepherd shaft rubbing against his soft dalmatian cheeks.

"Me too..." Matt growled, heatedly flicking his right ear off from over his eye with his paw, the dalmatian's voice and breath heavy with reproductive desire.

Pressing his palm onto Roy's strong chest, Matt hiked his hips up a couple of notches, backing up over Roy's massive meatsicle, which was visibly aching to get reacquainted with Matt's sluthole, throbbing and twitching just below the spotted dog rump without any restraint. His mouth hanging half-open, Matt looked his roommate in the eye, refueling his own lust with the one present in the shepherd's wild eyes. Once drunk enough with the desire to get his guts stirred by his roommate's dick again, Matt let himself go.

Roy groaned and Matt grimaced as the smaller canine brought his hips down onto the big shepherd's lap, the over-footlong canine litterstick disappearing between Matt's mounds in less than a second. The dalmatian's own member hardened the very instant he sat on the one attached to his roommate, the average-sized dog dick audibly slapping against Roy's abs when Matt bottomed out his roommate in one go. Thanks to being so aroused and no longer a Roy-virgin, Matt's insides were much more accepting of the intruding male organ this time around, although the spotted canine did see stars for a few seconds after the heated penetration.

Both Matt and Roy shivered, briefly enjoying the feeling of being connected with one another. Matt shook his rump a little bit, getting himself as comfortable as possible while sitting on a cock nearly the size of his own forearm. Ever since the initial taste a few minutes earlier, Matt had deep down longed for having the majestic jock cock between his walls again, the second time now affirming the dalmatian's beliefs of no other dick being able to scratch this particular itch in his hole from this point forwards.

"W-well? W-what are you waiting for?" Matt asked, trying his utmost to stop his voice from wavering with how much pleasure he was feeling. "I want you to make me moan like your girlfriend..." He whispered.

That seemed to hit the spot as immediately Roy's scrotum slapped against Matt's ass, the shepherd schlong getting buried an inch deeper while its dalmatian recipient undoubtedly released sounds similar to what Shandra had made on some nights.

Gripping Matt's thighs with all his might, Roy started pounding his roommate from below, feeding his monstrous lovetool to Matt's needy tailhole as fast as he could. Sitting on top, Matt moaned and whined like a female, Roy's cock reaching completely new depths in this position, its masculine shape rearranging Matt's insides for the better, violently molding them into the correct shape for the superior shepherd dong. Matt's prostate was getting smashed non-stop, the intruding fat phallic funstick rubbing all of his sweet spots simultaneously as it got thrust in and out again, again and again, one harsh thrust after another making impact with Matt's trunk, the round canine buttocks doing their best to absorb the heavy hit.

The entire bed rocked beneath the madly mating canines, their reason long gone as both had succumbed to their desires, the only thing important to them being their next orgasm.

Roy moved his paws up onto Matt's hips, slamming his length up the dalmatian's rectal tract with even more force, the tip of his manhood tickling the deepest parts of Matt's ever-expanding insides. Matt was in seventh heaven, each new thrust from his roommate knocking a few more screws loose from his head, the bouncing dalmatian's whole body gradually getting overwhelmed by robust pleasure.

With the remaining shreds of his sanity, Matt leaned back, placing his paws on Roy's muscular thighs in an attempt to ride his big roommate while maintaining balance on the shepherd's lap. He put in the effort to match Roy's aggressive movements, riding the huge shepherd in cowgirl, his spotted frame bouncing up and down on the bigger dog's lap as their hips violently smacked together in a heated rhythm. Now even the dalmatian-stuffing-shepherd began to moan, Matt's insides gripping their assailant harder by the second, yet by all accounts failing to hold back the bigger male's massive girth.

Both males a panting, groaning, moaning, growling mess, it was only a matter of time before one of them would fire their cum cannon. And with how things were going it was safe to say neither was far off. Thrust by thrust, both dogs approached their tipping point. The closer they both got, the harsher their mating became, their vocalizations of pleasure probably easily heard by all occupants of the adjacent apartments.

If he doesn't cum soon I'm going to break...

Matt was trying his hardest not to cum yet, carefully riding the line of painful orgasm-denial and mind-blowing splooge-fest to the best of his horny abilities. Luckily, Matt's torment was over sooner than he expected.

"Matt, I can't..." Was all Roy could say before Matt got refamiliarized with the sensation of a male the size and reproductive capabilities as Roy unloading his nuts inside an average canine tailhole like Matt's.

Getting just what he wanted and needed, Matt began receiving a heaping serving of hot jock gunk straight up his insides a'la Roy, the large shaft between his dalmatian walls throbbing as it blasted out another massive load of shepherd cum into the same hole as earlier. The trembling dalmatian immediately threw his head back, releasing probably the bitchiest moan a male in his position could. An ungodly amount of canine puppy batter surging through his colon, Matt came along with his Roy, flinging rope upon rope of cum from his member, doing a pretty decent job of painting part of Roy's chest and lower abdomen white while his own insides received a similar colored coating.

It felt like Roy came double the amount he had last time, Matt's belly once more rounding out to mimic pregnancy, as every square inch of empty space in his digestive tract was quickly overtaken by shepherd seed. The feeling of fullness overwhelming, Matt groaned ecstatically, his hazel eyes rolling way up and into his skull, while the excess of his and Roy's sloppy lovechild oozed out from the sides of his abused orifice. The thick puppy cream slowly covered the better part of Roy's groin in its sticky glory, Roy's thighs and round puppy churns receiving a more than generous glazing.

Oh god! I never want to get off this dick!

And yet, before the two canines even noticed, it was already over. The only things to evidence the wild mating which had taken place being the pseudo-gravid state of Matt's spotted belly as well as the heavy stank of cum, which more or less had stained at least half of Roy's bed. The two roommates were out of breath, each their chests heaving at a decelerating pace as the heat of their intimate act gradually dissipated inside the, now almost eerily quiet, bedroom.

Matt looked down at Roy, who stared back at the dalmatian with his large canine eyes which were no longer clouded by lust and more accurately resembled the default look the shepherd had. He huffed, almost cracking a faint smile while looking at Roy's face from his high position. The air between them was still admittedly a bit awkward, but mostly it was just post-orgasm bliss for both roommates.

Matt chuckled under his breath. To think Roy actually had a crush on Matt. The bulging dalmatian couldn't help but smile, thinking about it all now. Somehow it just made sense, and then, on the other hand, it completely didn't. Matt still wasn't quite sure he himself was in love with the canine quarterback, but he was most certainly very fond of this new persona of Roy he had just witnessed.

"Umm... Matt?" Roy's deep voice, which now sounded completely different to Matt's ears, brought the spotted canine back to reality.

"Should I...?" The shepherd jock continued, his eyes jumping up and down between Matt's round abdomen and his own cum-smeared crotch.

"No! No... Let me just... *groans* stay like this for a while longer..." Matt sighed in response, carefully rubbing his navel full of wallowing cargo.

Just as Roy was about to say something, the bedroom door slammed open, both males immediately directing their attention towards the sound.

At the doorway was who else but the cunning mastermind herself: Shandra. The golden retriever was still completely naked, unabashed as ever by her own lack of clothing, not in any way trying to cover her robust chest or golden crotch. She leaned against the doorframe, holding onto a piece of triple-cheese pizza, which she evidently already had taken a bite out of, two strands of stretchy cheese connecting the slice to her muzzle.

"You two done? Great! ... Nice gut Matt?" Shandra said, rolling up the rest of her pizza slice and stuffing it into her golden muzzle, ardently chewing down on her meal. Matt and Roy were both too dumbfounded to say anything, and they only watched the abruptly-entered female eat and swallow her food.

"When's the due date?" Shandra said with slashing sarcasm, at which Matt couldn't help but smile a bit.

Next Shandra exchanged looks with her boyfriend, Roy's gaze naturally drifting away from the female dog as his position currently wasn't one a girlfriend wanted to find her boyfriend in. Again, just as the big shepherd was about to speak, Shandra instead cleared her throat.

"Alright, boys! Let's set up some ground rules!" She said, placing her paws on her hips like a mother about to scold her kids.

"You! Spots!" She said, directing her excited eyes towards Matt.

"You probably think now that you've had Roy paint your insides a couple of times that you could just up and have him all to yourself and I'd back off. Wrong! Roy is still MY boyfriend and I have the priority when it comes to his cock- I mean him."

Matt and Roy exchanged confused looks.

"However!" Shandra held a deliberate pause, raising the right index finger of her right paw. "I am more than willing to SHARE Roy if you still want access to him too."

Matt blinked.

"I thought I could have Roy from Tuesday to Friday, you can have him for the rest of the week, with the inclusion of me having the right for a weekend quickie, maybe two depending on the situation. Also, we both have the rights for non-penetrative acts, such as handjobs or blowjobs the whole week, when they're discussed in a timely manner, with the person in question as well as the current penetrative-rights holder. Plus, I get to VETO two penetrative acts on Sundays, AND I have the priority for naughty stuff outside this apartment, seeing as you have the advantage on your own turf. Oh, and threesomes are negotiable during the weekend, granted possible toys or equipment have been discussed with each partner. Do you find these terms agreeable?"

Taking a good minute to process what had just been proposed to him, Matt questioningly raised his right eyebrow and carefully nodded at Shandra.

"Great!" Shandra said, shifting her mood completely, jumping in the air and clapping her paws excitedly.

"Oh, and also, I'm going to want some pictures or video of you two doing it."

Had Matt and Roy not already been so confused by the absurd situation their jaws would have certainly dropped.

"I'm going to be out of town next week and mama needs something to rub herself off to. Ooh! And I absolutely need to get a picture of Matt's baby-belly!" Shandra continued dashing out of the room, presumably to get her smartphone.

The two other dogs looked at each other in silence, both confused and amused by the mess they seemingly had gotten themselves into.