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This story was written for Yui_olp as part of my Patreon request days for the month of June 2019. It contains M/Solo masturbation and hyper-orgasmic fun involving a consenting adult male. :3

Weekend Plans

"You sure you don't wanna come with us this weekend? It'll be fun, I swear!"

The beagle smiled at his friend as he reached out one forelimb and popped the door of the car open, reaching for his chest a moment later and unfastening the quadruped friendly seatbelt currently holding him in place. He stretched briefly before slipping back onto all fours, nosing the door a little wider open, then turning his gaze back to Richard.

"I really appreciate it, Rich. But, I mean it when I said I've got plans. If I didn't wanna go because I didn't want a hotel full of bipeds looking at me like I was gonna start humping their leg at any moment, I'd say so."

Snorting with laughter, the anthro fox shrugged.

"Okay man, can't say I didn't try. You have a good weekend then, yeah? Whatever it is you're doing. Seeya on Monday!"

Rex grinned, tongue lolling out slightly as he did so, and nodded warmly before hopping out of the car and down onto the sidewalk.

"Seeya!"

He called back over his shoulder before kicking up his back legs and pushing the car door shut with them, playfully using the momentum from that kick to launch himself forward and bound hurriedly up the path to the front door of his home. Upon arriving at the door he turned his head, unzipped the pouch strapped to his left shoulder with his teeth, and pulled forth his key. He waved it in front of the small panel set into the more traditional, bipedally constructed wooden door, and heard a click as the hatch's lock opened from within. A moment later, Rex was inside. Home, alone, and with nothing but a little prep between himself and the commencement of his very real plans.

"You deserve this..."

He murmured to himself as he pulled off his bag, tossing it aside in the rather spartan, undecorated hallway before beginning to trot up the stairs.

"If they'd asked any other weekend you know you'd have said yes, and that's great. But... you've been looking forward to this since Monday."

He reassured himself, getting these thoughts out into the open and dealing with them now so that he didn't have to worry about any self-imposed distractions later. Once he slipped into the spare room upstairs though, or rather what had been the spare room until Monday when an evening parcel delivery had very much redefined its purpose, the beagle realised that he probably needn't have worried. After stepping into that room after all, pretty much every other thought in his mind including his original plan to shower and to prepare himself some snacks and a couple of drinks of water for later on before he got properly started in here went entirely out of the window.

"Ohhh god. I've been waiting all week. It's been here all this time, and I never... I haven't... good god, it's a miracle I waited this long. Fuck waiting any longer."

The beagle hurried further into the room, and with delicate manipulations of his jaw began to lift a couple of objects from the large box next to the main body of what now took pride of place within the room. From within these smaller packages he pulled forth a plastic wrapped bubble, one which sort of resembled one of those laundry detergent pods only without the bright colour. He shuddered at the mere thought of what was within it and its proximity to his nose, but followed the instructions he'd read over at least three times a day every day since Monday, and carried the pouch to the far end of the cylindrical device before carefully inserting it into a little cavity within the rubber material, and closing it up.

He took another pouch, this one slightly larger and filled with a somewhat more thick fluid by the look and feel of things, and placed it into a different chamber at the other end of the device. A whimper of anticipation escaped him as he even grew close to that portion of his new favourite home appliance, and Rex glanced down the length of his body, growling under his breath in desire and not the slightest bit surprised to see what he could already feel, that he was well on the way to getting hard, sheath swollen and an inch or so of rich red lipstick protruding forth.

"This is gonna be so... so fucking hot.."

The beagle groaned as he circled the toy, ensuring it was set into its frame so it wouldn't start rolling away if he leaned a little too far in one direction or another, and triple checking that the compartments he had closed up were well and truly sealed. Only then did he return the lower end of the device, and lick his lips as he regarded the hole at the base of the cylinder, which of course for purely aesthetic reasons had been painted to look like the backside of a female dog, a dalmatian in this case, with a drawn on asshole winking at Rex just above the hole which represented her pussy.

"Thank god for priorities..."

Rex chuckled as he stepped closer to the purpose built, quadruped-designed and optimised sex toy. After the gene slip, the now common term for what had happened when a mutated flu virus crossed from anthro to feral dogs, produced an unintended mutation which had led to feral dogs who had been pregnant at the time of infection giving birth to quadruped but fully sapient young, society had been forced to adapt fairly quickly to a small but undeniable new class of citizen with very different capabilities, physiologically speaking. Citizenship and other such rights owed to all sapient creatures had been pretty swiftly and universally passed into law, with education and accessibility following as the first generation of quadrupeds grew up. Now though, more than twenty years later, the world was branching out into a whole new avenue of options given to quadrupeds. Not only did they need jobs and homes of their own, but they needed things to spend their money on.

A whole new market rapidly arose to cater to quadrupeds, and of course, leading the way in terms of basic sapient needs, along with that commercial marketing push came quadruped sex toys... the most advanced and expensive of which currently on the market anywhere in the world was now sitting in front of Rex, making the beagle drool from two separate points on his body as he took another step forward, tapped a button on the side of the cylindrical device with his left forelimb, and whined deliriously as with a gentle hum the device sprang to life.

"Ohh... there it is..."

Rex shuddered and growled as immediately he heard a gentle hissing from the toy, and a scent began to waft through the air all around him. A scent that he knew all too well from having experienced it the night he lost his virginity to a whippet he'd known in college, and one he would never, ever forget. It was the scent, or at the very least a perfect chemical recreation of, a woman in heat.

"I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here. I've got what... what you need..."

Rex whined as he stumbled forward and mounted the toy without hesitation, revealing in that moment that its cylindrical form wasn't quite as solid as it appeared, possessing more firm rubber elements to house its motorised parts of course, but predominantly composed of a material closer to yoga-matting than anything else, somewhat malleable and thus permitting the toy to be squeezed, cuddled, and leaned cosily into like a body-pillow. The beagle yelped as he pressed his cock against the opening of the toy, already putting his full weight down upon the main body of the toy, nuzzling and huffing against it as more of that intense chemical cocktail was pumped into the surrounding air. No sooner had his cock made contact with the inner workings of the toy, he felt a dribble of liquid emerge from its depths. Liquid which touched the very tip of his cock as it probed at the toy's opening, and which immediately caused the dog's eyes to roll back as it gently tingled, then more vigorously, then more violently still until within seconds Rex was howling at just how hyper-sensitive it rendered his entire shaft.

He howled, he wailed as he thrust himself deep into the toy's clutching embrace, a slight whirr of its internal motors ringing out as he pressed himself forward and the toy tightened around his shaft in response. He pumped his hips forward again, and again, and again until with a squishing of further escaping fluids and a thick, wet pop his rapidly swelling, suddenly hyper-sensitive knot slipped into the toy and was immediately clamped down upon until there was absolutely no escape.

"Oh g-god..."

Rex gurgled as more pheromones were pumped almost directly into his face from the upper section of the toy, and as his hips began to piston helplessly against the base of the fuckable device even as it held his entire cock deep within, squeezing, vibrating around it and holding him tightly, deliciously in place as more of that sensitising lube trickled out and coated every last inch of Rex's flesh.

"Mnnnnnhahhnnnhhghhhhh! Hahhaahh... haahhhh!"

The beagle panted, whined, gurgled as words turned to more feral, frantic gasps and whimpers no matter what his intent. It was so good. So fucking good he couldn't believe it. And yet at the same time, of course he had known it was going to be this good. He'd watched videos. He'd seen and heard from other dogs who had used it before buying one for himself. And of course, he had set aside this entire weekend precisely because he knew how good the toy was supposedly going to be, and that if it was anything close to that good... he wouldn't just want to spend the whole weekend locked away in here with it, he quite simply wouldn't have any other option.

"Ah! Ahh! _ Nnnhhahhhhhh! _"

With his eyes crossed, his tongue lolling out and his nostrils flaring with the rich scent of those intoxicating pheromones, it took barely thirty seconds of having his cock squeezed and his knot milked mercilessly by the toy before the beagle began to cum. The orgasm was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It wasn't just pleasure. It wasn't just waves of cresting bliss and satisfaction. It hit Rex like a freight train, and as he howled, as his back legs flailed and he bucked furiously, manically against the device in which he was buried, he realised that the lubricant now coating his cock and knot wasn't just increasing his sensitivity. It was enhancing him. Propelling him to greater heights not only of pleasure, but of capacity too. His balls boiled and poured forth obscene, impossible volumes of cum. He throbbed and let loose again, and again, and again, cock spraying forth cum in such thick and copious volumes that he could feel it pouring through his shaft on its way out. Whether it was one vast orgasm, or a dozen interconnected ones Rex didn't know, but one way or another the beagle didn't stop cumming until his seed was oozing out from the tight seal formed by his knot and the toy, and until he was so dazed and overwhelmed that his mind was totally clear. He had never known wild, all consuming pleasure like that, but nor had he ever known peace and tranquillity like that which followed in its wake. For just as long as that bout of wild orgasms had lasted, perhaps a little longer he lay almost totally still, never falling into slumber but just staring glassy eyes off into space as he panted and felt his cock give an occasional, lingering twitch within the hot, soupy wetness of the cum-flooded toy.

It could have ended there, and Rex would have been beyond happy with his purchase. Beyond happy to rest up for the rest of tonight, then use it again before bed, and again first thing in the morning, and as often as his libido would allow all weekend long. But with his knot still locked inside the device the beagle knew he had at least a little while longer to wait before he could truly call this first session over. And, it was as that thought occurred to him, thus as his body and mind became capable of processing such intricate and active thoughts as that once again, that he immediately heard a soft hiss from somewhere beneath him in the interior of the soft, comfortable toy. A hiss, followed by the rich scent of heat-fuelled pheromones flooding the air around his face once again.

"O-oh..."

He whimpered in wonder as his hips almost immediately began to buck, and no sooner had they started to do so a fresh gush of lubricant erupted from within the toy, re-sensitising his still rock hard, already renewed and needy member to the same degree as before or perhaps even a fraction more so.

"Oohhhgod... a-again?"

The beagle groaned in wonder as his hips bucked hungrily against the toy, as its internal motors began to squeeze and vibrate around shaft and knot alike once more, and as the pleasure catapulted him right back to that same maddened, uncontrollably rapturous level as before within a matter of seconds.

"Aahhhhhh... aah-hahhgain..."

He gurgled, not asking, but begging this time with the last of his briefly restored capacity for speed. Then, before he could really even wrap his head around just how fast the pleasure was building, he was howling in orgasm once more. Yelping, bucking, thrashing, and cumming over, and over, and over as his mind was freed from all rational and sapient thinking. He whined like a wild feral in the midst of the first mating of his life. He snarled and grunted as his eyes rolled back and somewhere in the back of his mind he pictured himself mounting a yelping, squealing dalmatian whose repeated, mindless orgasmic releases were fuelling the rich, irresistible scent flooding his nose. He fucked the toy, the woman, the bitch beneath him without inhibition. Without the pressures and stresses of self-awareness. All the capacity for thought his now vastly more developed mind possessed was poured into one thing and one thing alone in that moment. Processing, and expressing pleasure. And as it went on, and on, and on far longer even than his first round of wildly passionate peaks, one simple truth became perfectly clear to the beagle even if he was in no mental state to actually acknowledge it.

He had made a very, very good decision in not making any plans for this weekend. The only trouble was going to come on Monday morning. Because, if he hadn't run out of lubricant or pheromones by that point, he wasn't at all sure that even a whole weekend would be enough.

By Jeeves

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