FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Part 1

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King was getting used to experiencing life differently. The ceiling stopped feeling so high, and the carpet that his heels currently dragged through: so low. He was never very strong, so getting pulled along wasn't too much of an embarrassment. Muted color vision, comprised of blues and yellows, was made up for by a nose that told him a lot about the girl of his dreams.

"When you say snuggle, what do you mean, exactly?" he said.

Bailey closed the door behind them. "What do you think it means?" she said. The Kansas countryside was ingrained in her voice.

She turned on the light. Her room was small: space for a dog bed, toys, and seasonal storage. It was overflowing with her scents. His mind focused on a particular scent. It wasn't overpowering, but he couldn't break away from it.

"We just met today!" King said.

Bailey put her paws on her hips. "Yeah? What about it?"

King took a step back. He tugged on his ears, looking first straight ahead at her belly, then up at her face. "You smell really good," he admitted, voice breaking.

Bailey laughed. She knelt down, eye-level. "So what does snuggling mean, Mister Butt?"

His eyes went wide. She was just as stunning as when they first met, when he first saw her striking shade of fur, groomed but weathered, when he first saw her smile. "My name's actually King."

Her muzzle slid against the side of his, sniffing. King stood stiff as a board. She backed up to look him in the eyes, standing far closer than a friendly distance. "Hey King. You smell nice too."

"I think it means kissing," he said, tapping his fingers together.

She closed in. "It does. Not just that though."

"Holding each other?"

Bailey tilted her head, inches from his. "Sure. After we snuggle, snuggle."

He'd never smelled someone so lovely that he wanted to kiss them. He'd hardly ever kissed anyone before. King kissed her. She kissed like she'd known him for years. Their lips fit together as best as dogs could. Her scent filled his nose, giving him a high like walking on air. King wiggled his stubby legs. He wasn't imagining it. She had picked him up, holding him to her face. Her boobs squished to his chest. Bailey carried him a few steps to her bed, sitting down with King on her lap, leaning back.

Slowly, he came back to Earth. Her paws moved down, getting close to an area where he himself had treated with unfeeling utility. He didn't need to scar himself with the sight of bizarre new genitals. But her proximity, her paws rubbing his hips, made him tingly in the best-worst way.

King pulled away with a regretful look. "Can we talk for a second?"

Bailey mirrored his disappointment. "Why?"

"You're making me excited. I'm not used to moving this fast, or at all."

"You haven't? Uh, sure," Bailey said. "I'm not used to a guy not wanting to mount me right away. I'd be fine if you did! Heck, I'd like it if you did. You're really cute."

King stammered, bright red. "That's alright." He took a deep breath. "Well, uh, how long have you been here? On the farm?"

"Oh, a few years."

"Do you like it?"

"What's not to like? I help around the house, tend to the cows, and in return they give me food and this bedroom!"

King looked around. "It's more of a closet. But I mean, it is cozy!"

Bailey leaned forward, sniffing the top of his head. "I like my closet very much, Mister King."

"Have you done much dating before?" he asked.

"It was just me and Fox out here, so no. The rest were just hookups."

"Ahh."

"I'm glad that the kids are starting to get bigger. It's been hard without his help. How'd you meet Fox?"

The truth was that he met Fox as a human, trying to forcefully free him from his loving owners. He looked at his paws. That didn't go very well.

"I met him back in Babylon Gardens. He's been a really good friend to me, even if I don't deserve it," he said.

"Aww, you deserve it," Bailey said.

King's ears fell flat. "I don't know."

"Well, if you really don't know, then you'll have to make it up to him. Or tell him how you feel. He'll listen."

"Maybe. How would I make it up to him?"

"I don't know," Bailey said, a hopeful rise in her tone.

Bailey's tail brushed against the bed. She scratched King's neck, under his collar. "Listen to me. Sounds like I'm giving you dating advice!"

King's ears went warm. "Ha-ha-yeah. That'd be crazy."

Bailey fiddled with his collar's latch. "You got the hots for him?"

"No!"

She unlatched it. "No?"

"One thing at a time!" King exclaimed, gripping her paws.

"Did you want me to stop?" she asked, backing her head up.

King tried to relax. "It's not that. Fox is a friend. I don't know if I even like guys enough. I'm more than fine being just friends with Fox... I can't describe how much I want to date you. You're selfless, and you get more beautiful the more I look at you. And uh. You're giving me that look again."

They kissed. Bailey's paws wrapped around his neck, getting the collar off as their tongues met. She massaged his bare neck. The whole of him tingled.

"You smell a lot better than Fox right now," King breathed.

"He has a certain smell," she murmured.

Bailey pushed him flat under her body. He sucked in air, kissing her harder, holding her back.

"Can I touch you this time?" Bailey asked.

"Mmm," he hummed, still smooching her cheek. Bailey grinned. She brought her paw over his chest, petting his belly for just a moment. She lapped his open mouth in a friendly greeting. Her pawtips feathered over his sheath. She rubbed his base, pushing down on his balls, coaxing him out.

King felt his sheath get tighter. Bailey wrapped her paw around his balls, squeezing. He moaned against her lips. His dick was pulled out, defying his old understanding of how it felt to be aroused. Her tongue licked in, playing with his emotions. Gasping between kisses, he tried not to think about the strange sensations, only about gripping back at her.

Bailey pulled back. King followed her eyes and stared. She massaged his sheath with quick rubs of her thumb. He couldn't comprehend the shape and color of the penis extending out of him. Bailey stopped moving her paw.

"You okay there?" she asked.

"Yeah. This is just new to me," King said.

Bailey shrugged. "You can hump my paw first if you want."

"What do you... oh. Oh my god."

Her right paw fit snug around his veiny flesh. Arousal shot up his spine, making him kneel up. All on their own, his hips pushed his dick through her paw. He gasped in air. He jerked back and forth a few times before he finally controlled the impulse.

"How'd you do that?!" he asked.

She licked her paw a few times. "Wait till it's wet!"

Her grip wrapped back around. King burned. He couldn't resist the urge for a single second. He put his paws on her shoulders and thrusted. Her paw pads slid easily, noisily. He drooled as he panted, watching his dick pump through her paw. Her breasts wiggled no matter how straight and true he thrusted. He had the urge to kiss them but could hardly dream of stopping his humps. Just as pressure and sensitivity started to build at the base of his dick, where his sheath smacked against her hand, Bailey loosened her grip.

"Holy," King breathed.

"Ready for the real thing, then?"

"Huh-buh-duh. What?"

Bailey nodded. "You did want to rail me, right?"

"Yeah! But, don't you want me to warm you up?"

"That's fine," she said. "Watching you get so excited did plenty for me."

King believed it from the smell alone. His dick flexed, precum dripping on her thigh. Bailey straightened up and landed a wet smooch on his lips, falling down to her bed with a little bounce. King noticed she was bringing him down with her a second too late. He fell on top, face to face.

"Hi," King said.

"I think from behind feels more natural, but I wanna watch you go."

Bailey squeezed his butt, pressing his dick along her belly. He felt her tail wagging between his legs. King looked down at their bodies. His dick pulsed like it didn't get the memo about how nervous he was.

"We don't have protection. I guess I can pull out," King said.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't."

"And risk puppies?" King asked.

"I'm not in heat?" Bailey said, squinting.

King blinked. "Right. Yeah. Never mind."

"You're a funny dog," Bailey said.

"And you're stupid-sexy," King huffed.

King shuffled back and put his paw over her vulva. If he could blush more, he would have.

"What are you waiting for?" Bailey said.

He angled his hips just so, pressing his dick against the lower part of her labia. "Nothing," he said. "You're just so..."

His tip slipped past her labia. As soon as she felt it, Bailey put her paw on his butt and pushed him in till they pressed together. King couldn't comprehend it. The feeling of his dick totally stimulated, every part of him hugged. Neither of their bodies were quite stationary, adjusting, grinding, swapping fluids.

"Wet?" Bailey finished.

"Yeaahhh," King moaned. His legs stuck out, mouth stuck open. He let out a shuddering breath. Bailey grinned up at him, squeezing her legs around his hips. "You're a nice size. Don't worry about being too rough."

"Okay." King took the moment to make out with her breasts, swimming in a puddle of pleasure.

"You like my boobs?" Bailey said.

"God yeah."

"Can you squeeze them while we mate?" she asked.

King managed to nod. Bailey released her legs from his hips. He adjusted himself, keeping his length twitching inside. As soon as he had leverage, he let instincts take over. Hips rocking back, strings of arousal slipped out. He thrusted. He moaned in ecstasy, warmth coating him, drooling down his sack. After a few thrusts, he remembered to take his paws from around her chest and squeeze on her breasts. He kept them moving, their crotches plapping together, wet fur on wet fur.

Bailey sucked in air, head falling back with her tongue out. "That's the stuff."

King laughed through his panting, clutching her breasts for dear life.

Strange pressure returned to the base of his dick. Feeling her labia slide against his sensitive base had him moaning. Bailey felt tighter for that last inch, like she knew right when to squeeze. It didn't make any sense to the tiny rational voice left whispering in his head. But Bailey made more noise when he pushed it in, so he strained to keep doing it.

Bailey wrapped her paws around his wrists and kept them on her breasts. She kept eye contact, watching the subtle expressions that made it through all his pants, the straining as he pushed a growing bulb of heat into her, the satisfaction when it plopped in, balls smacking against her. That voice in the back of his head was drowned out by the wet heat of instinct telling him to never stop.

King groaned with the effort. Bailey held her paw to his cheek. He gasped, pushing his knot in again. She sucked in air. The pressure on his tingling flesh hit him hard. The sensitivity overwhelmed him, feeling his cock hugged on all sides. He could barely move, trying to push out but getting stopped by pressure that jolted his body. He pushed forward, straining and gasping, giving Bailey tiny humps that never pulled from her warmth. His dick erupted. His wires crossed, hips telling him to thrust but unable to under the debilitating sensitivity. He kept pulsing out, flooding her, squeezed from his tip all the way to her silky lips that held the back of his knot.

Bailey hugged him all the way through his orgasm. King slowly relaxed his limbs. She let her head fall to the side and panted.

King dropped his head, face pressed between her boobs. "I'll be here now."

"You had some energy!" Bailey breathed.

King got back onto his hands, enjoying the hug Bailey had around his knot, if still curious by it. "I was not expecting it to feel like that," he said.

"Yeah?"

King didn't say anything. He tried to slide out but was greeted by a sensitive tug of resistance. Bailey gave him a funny look, her lips stretched and her vagina bulging out. King tried again, his heart rate picking up. His push back was met with an equally hard pull from Bailey's body. She grunted.

"Oh god oh god oh god. How do I get out?!"

"Uh, you wait? You in a hurry or something?"

"Wait? Wait how long? Are we gonna be stuck like this all day?!" King said, tugging again.

Bailey got legs around his waist again, arresting his movements by pushing him deeper. "Like half an hour at most. It's supposed to be enjoyable."

King felt another little crest of pleasure. "Oh," he said. "Sorry. I get a little on edge."

"Just sometimes?" she asked.

"Well..."

Bailey shook her head. "Sorry. It just doesn't feel good when you tug."

King nodded, still straining. He relaxed his hips first, sinking to where his knot felt most comfortable. For a while, once the awkwardness had disappeared into the little tingles of pleasure, they were able to pick up their conversation where they left off. They talked about Fox, King's sexuality, and a fair share of emotions from Bailey.

Bailey squirmed under him. "We should really be butt-to-butt."

"What's that?" he said quickly.

Bailey laughed. "King, just try to relax. It's exactly what it sounds like. Supposed to feel good."

The husky and corgi tested their flexibility together. The movement earned gasps from King. From Bailey, hushed grunts fizzled into sighs, his hard knot twisting around. She fell to her hands and knees. King pushed up against her butt, finding just enough height from a pillow to keep from straining. Her hips felt warm, soothing. His balls were pressed against her, pulsing occasionally. Stray drips of cum starting to leak down her thighs.

Bailey grinned back at him. "Told you!"

"Going native wasn't the worst, I guess," King murmured.

"What's that mean?" Bailey asked.

Part 2

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Earth could be lost to some unfathomable evil, but King tried not to focus on that. He was grateful not to be involved. Other pets from his neighborhood might be off saving the world, but his family was safe. Worst case scenario, they'd all stay in heaven.

He walked out of the bedroom, barely remembering to put on his collar, and found the suite to be silent. He walked to the cafe just down the hall and spotted Bailey among a small crowd of animals having breakfast, golden rays of light gleaming over her.

"Hey sleepyhead," Bailey said, munching on some bacon.

"Where are the pups?" King asked. "Was today-"

"Yeah, Grape came by."

"What are they doing this time? Probably something incredibly dangerous?" King said, waving his paw casually.

"Jurassic Park, again, I think. But with actual dinosaurs," Bailey said.

"You're kidding, right?"

Bailey tilted her head, amused.

"Just checking."

King jumped up opposite Bailey, taking her paws. "What did you want to do today?"

Right away he could tell there was something on her mind. She hummed. "I don't know."

"What is it?" he said.

She shook her head. "Nothing, I'm just thinking. Why do you think Peanut and Grape still want to help with daycare? We ran out of money months ago."

The corgi dropped her paws and looked out at the resort. She was changing the subject, but sharing some gossip from the younger wolves was too much to pass up. He leaned in. "I heard those four--Grape, Peanut, Max, Tarot-are a big polyamorous thing now."

"Yeah, so? I heard that too," Bailey said.

"Maybe they're looking to live vicariously off of us and our kids," he grumbled.

"Maybe they could have kids? It is heaven," she said.

"Little kitten-puppy chimeras?"

"Sure!"

"As long as it's opt-in. I'm not interested in more pups," King said.

She slapped his paw. "You just want to rawdog me whenever I'm in heat again!"

"Keep your voice down!" He smiled back, big ears growing pleasantly warm. The animals around them kept to their own conversations.

"Let's go ask someone about it," Bailey said. "We can pass on the message."

"Am I going to be able to convince you otherwise? Every part of that sounds awkward."

"Maybe, but probably not."

"Let's find a relationship counselor or something. At least they're used to awkward questions," King said. He stood up and Bailey followed.

It was a city. Waterslides towered high, snaking in and out of glass buildings. Endless amenities dotted the paths. No cars or buses clogged the streets, and walking never seemed especially tiring. When the urge to snooze did arrive, pools and seating stretched to the horizon, perfect for the permanent pleasant weather.

"I know we're in heaven, but sometimes it still does feel too good to be true, you know?" King said.

"You're trying to jinx it," Bailey said.

"I don't know, maybe if I jinx it, I can be prepared for when it ends."

Bailey put her paw on her husband's shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with making the most of it."

"I know, I know," King said. "But maybe I should be doing something? There must be things I'm forgetting about. Like I was supposed to be finding a job in Babylon!"

"You were going to go on a date with Fox," she said, pinching his fur.

King lurched forward, looking back with eyes wide. "That was forever ago!"

"Before the pups!" Bailey said. She picked King up in both arms, cradling him.

"I am very happily married," King said.

Her eyelids were low. "I sure hope so, or I wouldn't suggest it.

He frowned, ears falling. "I don't think I'm like Peanut or Grape. We've been together so long. I can't like Fox the way I like you."

"How do you like him?"

"A friend, obviously. I guess he has gotten a lot stronger over the years."

"If you want strong, I can set you up with-"

"No," King laughed.

"So do you still think he's hot?" Bailey said.

"I guess, yeah," King mumbled.

"You can be honest!"

"You're sure?"

She licked his cheek. "I'm sure."

King hid his eyes. "I wanted Fox to do me in the butt for years but I've been too embarrassed to tell you."

Bailey gave him a long look, desperate in her attempt not to laugh. She put her lips to his paw. They kissed before she set him back down to his feet, right in front of their destination.

"This looks promising," she said.

"Looks tacky," King said.

Palm trees framed the entrance. They stepped on creaking planks of wood, sea spray nipping at their heels. They went past cannons and a board with a tired pun that named the establishment. Stepping inside felt like stepping onto the lower deck, barrels and cannonballs stacked high. An exceptionally red fox greeted them.

"Yarr, welcome aboard to the RelationShip! I'm yer captain, Sumac! What plagues the souls of ye and yer most significant other on this day of days?"

"We're, uh, sailing for answers to one of life's great conundrums!" Bailey said, striking a fierce pose.

"Can we not do the voices?" King begged.

"Aye matey!" Sumac exhaled, air passing through her lips like birdsong through trees. She took off her pirate hat. "I seriously take your relationship as seriously as you do. What can I do to help?"

"We just had a question?" King said.

"We're temporary residents. If my husband and I do the dirty, can we still get pregnant?"

"Funny enough, you're the fourth couple from Babylon Gardens to ask that," Sumac said.

"How'd you know we're from Babylon?" King said.

"Word in heaven gets around faster than a cannonball!" she said. "The answer though. You'll want to follow me. If you want!"

Craning his head, King watched Sumac pass through a back door, two blazing tails flickering behind her. He rushed after Bailey when she started following without him. The ship opened up into a wooden hallway. Doors led every which way, but they managed to glimpse the ends of Sumac's tails before she disappeared around a corner. They entered into what looked to be the captain's quarters, shelving crammed with shiny treasure. The addicting scent of cedar, red candles, and spices filled their noses. A dog bed, expansive and half the height of King, sat in the middle.

Sumac sat down in a hammock hanging between shelves. She nodded at the bed. Bailey sat down at the edge. King stayed standing. "You were saying?"

Sumac nodded, swaying her legs back and forth, letting the bright light of candles fill the air rather than her musical voice. "Right right right," she nodded. "Feel free to get as comfortable as you want. This is a comfortable room for comfortable people!" She took one long breath, rocking her head to some silent tune. King gave Bailey a raised eyebrow. She shrugged. He sat down beside her.

"Right, what was I going to say? Right! You can't usually get pregnant. Heaven creates new souls sometime after sex, and new souls live their fleeting lives out there in one of the infinites of infinite universes. Unless you happen to be a demigod or somesuch, then the rules are a bit different."

Sumac stopped swaying to make eye contact. "Or your missus happens to be walking around with a bit of love juice left inside her when your stay completes. So clean her up after you love her up, I'd say!"

Bailey bit back a laugh. King itched to leave, but he had a sneaking suspicion Sumac had more to tell. "I see..." he said.

"What about if a couple really wanted kids, but they would never get a chance back on Earth? Like different species?" Bailey asked.

King took Bailey's paw. "You said it wasn't possible, right?" he asked Sumac.

"Oh, not quite. Species is little object to Heaven. Sometimes the gods above grant special privileges. It's quite rare. Sometimes it's for a noble deed, sometimes they're deemed so so madly, heart-splittingly in love that heaven allows it! Ha, and sometimes a very excitable sperm does whatever it pleases!"

"What if they became mortal again?" King asked. "I know a marten like that."

The fox shrugged. "Well, if he wasn't gay--"

"Oh, what if they try lots of times, back-to-back, " Bailey said, grinning. "Would that increase the chances?"

"Ooonly kidding about the sperm thing," Sumac laughed. "Sorry, I said I wouldn't do that. Seriously serious! Yes!"

King wasn't listening. He spoke into Bailey's ear. "Maybe tying helps?"

Bailey didn't bother to whisper. "We don't need another reason to tie. It's more cuddle time. Not to mention that it feels..."

"Well, I know where your head's at," King said.

Her paw started to drift up his thigh.

Sumac cleared her voice, standing. "Aaany! Wways! Do you have any more questions?"

Bailey jerked her paw away, mirroring King's awkwardness. "No, I think we're good."

Sumac waved away the concern. "Oh, don't worry about that sort of thing! I brought you to this room for a reason. Whenever you're ready, you can head back! Absolutely no rush!" Sumac grinned with all her teeth. Her gumline was shockingly pink.

"Um, thanks," King said.

Sumac grinned at the horny couple a bit longer before she closed the door.

"Are we really going to get on with it here, just because? We'd make a big mess," King said.

Bailey went wide-mouthed. She stood up and jumped back, bouncing towards the center of the bed. "Oh my dog, King! We're in heaven! We can be as messy as we want, and I won't even get pregnant!"

King chuckled, climbing over top of her. "You have no idea how much you turn me on."

"I thought I had a pretty good idea!" Bailey said.

"Nope!" he said. "Grab one of those pillows, would you?"

"Aww, I was thinking you might want to hump right away. You could do my mouth if you want." Bailey let King put a firm pillow below her hips, her tail wagging nonstop.

King grinned. He shuffled back, grabbing her tail and lowering his head. "We need to do foreplay for you, too. Even if it's just for my sake."

He lapped away happily between her legs. The taste and smell of her seeped in his snout like dye in water, swirling, spreading. He squeezed his balls between his thighs. His nose pressed to her fur, getting the first lick in her walls.

Bailey stared up at the ceiling, refining an image of what King was doing with every tingle and shudder. His paws wandered: petting her thighs, soothing her belly, holding down her tail. Air became a luxury that was hard to maintain. Her toes curled when his tongue folded over her clit. When she gave the sign by shifting her hips up, he stayed lapping inside her. The tingles grew in pressure. She clenched, and what he couldn't lick up came drooling down his jaw. He moaned deep in his throat. She tasted better than anything heaven had to offer.

As her urges grew with deep, hard-fought breaths, King pushed a digit in, through the moisture running from her pussy, hugged by her tensing. His tongue pressed on her clit. She gasped. She clenched her thighs around his head. King kept going, urging her to ride the high for as long as she could. Bailey relaxed her thighs, watching King emerge. Tufts of the fur clung together from his muzzle to his neck. He mirrored her smile. "What?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," Bailey said, casting her gaze aside.

He soothed her belly fur flat. "There's something you're not telling me," he said.

She took one big breath and looked back. "There is," she admitted.

"Do I have to suffer, or can you tell me?"

"Hmmph." Bailey flipped over onto her hands and knees. She slowly approached. Wiggling her hips, flicking her tail, she nuzzled against his sheath. An inch of red was poking free. "It's your turn, you're not going to suffer."

He stood his ground, crossing his arms. "It's bothering me."

She backed up by only the length of King's tail, close enough for him to still feel her breath. "Fine. Do you want to have best friend-sex with Fox?"

King hid behind a surprised laugh.

"Do you?" she said, staring at his dick extending out towards her.

"Maybe... eventually. Someday! In a dream of a dream."

Bailey pressed her nose right over top of his sheath. She breathed him in, wetting her lips, keeping eye contact. "Heaven's already a dream," she said.

King bit back a moan. He resisted the urge to push forward. "Gah. Why are you so cool with it?"

"Just a dog thing, I guess. I want to see my mate indulge their fantasies." She kissed his penis, wrapped to his tip. Her lips were gentle, warm.

"That doesn't sound like a dog thing," King huffed. "Sounds like you're just amazing."

She grinned and lowered her head. She lapped the underside of his balls. They rocked between his legs. Her tongue cradled him, broad and endlessly smooth, fitting to the curves of his fluffy sack. King sucked in air. He took her collar off by muscle memory, his sack tightening with each pass. Bailey licked his penis with one long stroke, catching a bead of pre. She smacked her lips. "You don't need to compliment me. I was going to blow you anyway."

"I want to compliment you!"

Bailey closed her eyes, tail wagging. "I know, I know. I love you."

Bailey's mouth opened, cradling him between her jaws. King's mouth opened just as wide. He resisted his urges, rubbing Bailey's ears. "I love you too," he said. She murmured back from around him, pushing close and licking his sack again. When instincts suggested he mate with her maw, he did so gently. He hugged her head. He kept a consistent pace. She grabbed his butt with a free hand, keeping him in.

He grew out. Long pushes and pulls made his belly flex, straining with every new inch on Bailey's tongue. He felt the suggestion to go faster pulling when he pushed, pushing when he pulled. He moaned, focusing on how his balls hit the tip of her tongue, how his dick pushed through her lips. Her tongue was unbelievable. Bailey matched his movements, wrapping her paw around his tail. Her fingertips ventured closer to the unknown.

King tensed up. "What are you-? Oh dogs above!"

Once he came to grips, Bailey's fingers slid easily in his ass. His knot grew against her lips. King jerked his hips like he finally sensed her urgency. She let his knot slip between her jaws. Her tongue cradled his whole twitching length. She stretched his ass, feeling him pulse seconds before she tasted it. Cum shot against the back of her mouth, clamping down. His knot swelled. She pulled her fingers out of his butt before he could get embarrassed about it, swallowing around his cock. Once the urge for fresh air overwhelmed her urge to taste him, she pulled off, gasping. Milky white spit coated her lips, ran down her face. King clutched his slobbery knot, pulsing cum on Bailey, splattering on her snout.

King looked ready to fall into the cushions. Bailey went up and brought him down on top of her. They fell with a bounce. She kissed and kissed until he melted in her paws. "Don't get tired, we still need to do the thing," she said.

"Are you sure?" he sighed, smooching her some more. "I can't quite kiss you when we mate."

"We kiss plenty," Bailey said.

They licked the arousal off each other's faces, taking turns, urging the other on with ever more daring gropes. She released his sheath once he was sufficiently antsy. His length twitched against her belly.

King thrusted, panting, pushing his cock through her fur, still wet with cum. "What were you saying earlier about multiple rounds?" he asked.

"Oh right!" she said. "Try your best to put pups in me again."

King humped her belly vigorously. "Oh my dog, Bailey!"

Bailey grabbed his hips, pushing him back between her legs. The urge to mate felt like an approaching orgasm, impossible to stave off. He met the demanding voice of instinct with agreement. He pushed inside like their first time. Their hips thudded and his balls slapped. The pace didn't slow. Bailey met his thrusts with an upward push of her hips. "Mmmh! More of that!"

"I'm not going to last," King breathed.

She grunted. "Yeah, neither am I."

The corgi fell onto her body, his hips doing all the thrusting. He licked her nipples, squeezing her breasts. Bailey huffed, holding his paws to her, giving a deep breath. King took that breath away. He pounded her body, his knot smacking against her clit. He was on the verge, close to tying, but close to waiting too long. Leaning up by pushing against her breasts, King enjoyed the familiar tingle, the pressure that expanded his knot. From the way her lips bulged against it and the scents pouring from her body, King thought she was in heat. Even in heaven, instincts whispered in his ear like the moans breaking through their panting breaths.

Bailey gasped, his knot halfway in, grinding. Her tail shook, walls trembling, beginning to rhythmically squeeze. "Tie me, King!"

King growled and pushed hard. They moaned out. Their hips met. His balls were still wet with her spit, now pressing against her. Bailey held him in. Her pussy bulged as he swelled just behind her lips.

King's head raised, mouth agape but eyes closed. She was begging him to go off by the way she squeezed. All he could do was thrust a little deeper, bringing more moisture seeping out. Bailey hugged him in a desperate attempt to feel him cum. King moaned, pushing as close as possible, letting loose.

Their crotch fur was soaked, but every drop stayed inside Bailey. King held the tension. He defied sensitivity, little thrusts as he came. "Hah. Hah! Oh my dog!"

"Ye--yesss," Bailey said between pants. His balls twitched against her, emptying. His penis flexed as it pulsed, forced still by her walls.

"There's something I should tell you," Bailey moaned.

"Can it wait?" King said. He bucked his hips again. Their wet sexes rubbed, noisy as their fluids combined. "You feel so good!"

"It can't," she sighed. "Do you remember what they say about word getting around fast in heaven?"

King stopped dead. "What? No. Nonono."

"I could smell him from like a mile away," Fox said.

Part 3

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Bailey did her best to calm King down with hugs and kisses. He had his obvious objections, but Bailey only nodded and agreed, petting, giving soothing licks to what she could reach. Her legs held him with familiarity: his only solace with the other husky at the corner of his vision.

"Are you listening to me?!" King begged.

"Yes, I hear you, hun. Really. You don't have to do it with him," Bailey said.

Fox kept his distance with furtive eyes, pretending to take interest in the filthy lucre filling the shelves. Occasionally he'd scratch his sheath, trying to ignore the scents.

"It's so sudden," King whispered. "It's not like I can take back what I said though."

"You don't have to follow through," she said. "It's not a big deal for most pets."

"It's a big deal to me," he said.

Bailey nodded. King bent his head in the direction of Fox, who snapped his head away.

"Can you put your fingers in my butt again?" King murmured to Bailey.

Bailey spit into her paw, pressing under his tail. "I know I should've told you sooner, but you know how you get. I didn't want to let you have fourth or fifth thoughts."

King gave a hesitant nod. Wiggling her fingers, Bailey kept her hushed explanation going. "I thought if I made you excited first, you wouldn't overthink it as much.

"Me and Fox have the overthinking stuff in common," King said.

Bailey snuck her middle digit in, pressing as deep as the angle would allow.

"Hmm," he sighed. His dick tensed. "Why do I feel like you wanted to tie so I couldn't run away screaming."

She stretched her finger against his entrance, adding a second digit. "You caught me," she said.

"It feels like you're in heat. I missed not using a condom." King grinned, giving her a thrust. He didn't feel overly sensitive. Bailey's encompassing warmth usually left him lethargic. It might have been the anal play, but Fox's presence itched in his mind.

"Find anything interesting, Fox?" Bailey asked.

"Just gold," Fox shrugged. "That repetitive girl up front gave me some lube on the way in."

Fox held up the lube. It was stylized with Sumac's face and the label Sumac's Special Poopdeck Swab.

Bailey fingered King's butt eagerly. "I knew she was a matchmaker!"

"Wuh-wuh-wait," King huffed. "Are we doing this now?"

"Don't see why not," Bailey said. "Do you, Fox?"

King swiveled his eyes between the two. "Wouldn't it be weird to be right next to your cousin?"

"We're dogs, King," Fox said.

"That doesn't explain anything!"

"I guess just those little cultural things don't translate. I want to mate with you, not Bailey," he said.

"If you say so, Fox," Bailey said.

"Hey!"

"I'm just kidding ya!" she said, her old Kansas accent coming back.

King was ready to pass out from embarrassment. Bailey's paws still worked on him. He tilted his butt up, his snout taking a bright shade of red. "Can we do this then?" he said.

Fox stared at the fingers in King's ass. He shook his head. "Wait, so what are you comfortable with?"

King struggled to speak. "Well I want your dick up my butt, so I don't think there's much off limits."

Bailey giggled.

"So, using my paws like Bailey is fine?"

"I guess, yeah."

"Can I lick your butt?"

"Yes please."

"Can I sniff your butt?" Fox said, grinning wide.

"Ye-- Still no!" King laughed.

"D'aww!"

Bailey eased her fingers out, spreading his cheeks. "Your turn, Foxy!"

Fox took King's fluffy behind, licking his lips. "Don't call me that," Fox said.

King craned his head. "Careful back--oh."

Things got quiet. The only sound was Fox's tongue lapping King's asshole. The feeling was entirely novel. Bailey grinned at the face King was making: a grimace that morphed into unconfidence and just as quickly transcended into an eye-widening epiphany.

"Why does that feel so nice?" King said.

Fox wrapped his paw around King's wagging tail and licked deeper. His asshole clenched against his tongue. His sack, sitting so close to Bailey, tensed up, beckoned him lower. So many times, he'd see King's balls and have to be respectful, not even a sniff. Fox opened his mouth and sucked around them. King squirmed, holding Bailey's paws. He closed his eyes. "Why does that..."

Bailey treated herself to his fuzzy package sometimes, but not like this. Not with his knot buried. Not with his ass played with. The two's warmth convinced him to partially relax, but his hips stayed strong. He humped Bailey, his sack pulled from Fox's mouth. But Bailey clamped him down with her legs. King could only manage the smallest of thrusts. Fox pushed a couple fingers deeper, searching for the spot that'd make him moan.

King moaned. When Bailey adjusted her position, their coupling moved with it. When she wagged her tail, it swayed King's balls and brushed against Fox. Fox kept his eyes closed, lapping, smooshing his soft ballsack out against Bailey. When King gave Bailey a little thrust, Fox moved with it. Once Fox extracted every bit of scent from his tightening sack, he licked up, over his perineum, up to his ass. King's breathing went ragged, every breath ending in discordant vocalization. With his dick still bathed in their orgasms, King wanted to go off in her again.

Fox caught on to King's stimulation. His licks grew less impactful and more spread out. He lifted and massaged King's balls, catching a glimpse of his inflated knot inside Bailey. Fox's dick grew, pressed to the bed. Fingering King became an opportunity to size him up, see how much he could take. He licked his lips, rubbing himself. He waited for King to come out of his daze and stop humping.

"King," Bailey said gently.

"Hhhhha, yeah Bailey? What do you need?"

"Not me," she said. "Fox."

Pushed in deep, King moaned. "Ohhhh."

Fox stood up, contemplating the best route of access. "How are we going to do this?" he asked.

"Are we really going to?" King said.

"You still want to?" Fox asked.

King twisted his head, catching a glimpse of Fox's dick, eyes going wide. "What if I change my mind when you start shoving that thing into me?!"

"Then he'll stop?" Bailey said, raising an eyebrow.

"Then I'll stop," Fox said. He flashed King a grin, a downwards nod.

King looked back at Bailey. She held his paws. "Okay, what could go wrong?" King said.

"I think I'll need to hug your back, or I won't be able to, you know, mount you for very long. We'll figure it out! "

King managed a laugh. "What's a little hug between friends!?"

"Exactly," Fox said.

Bailey put a pillow under her back. She spread her legs to give Fox some room and spread King's butt cheeks. "Hop on up already!"

Fox looked at the sight of his spread and soaking backend with awe. He shook his head clear. "Right, yeah!"

The bedding sagged behind King. His heart raced, but he tried to keep it together for Bailey. It wouldn't feel good if he tugged. Fox approached on his knees, nestling between their legs. His dick dropped down on top of King's butt. He reached for the lube, drenching himself, dripping on King. King's butt clenched. Slobber drooled down his sack. Fox had to act before all the spit dried up, taking the moment along with it.

"Try to relax," Fox said.

"I know, I'm trying." King flinched when he felt Fox's tip against his ass, cold with lube.

Fox patted his flanks. "I'll be gentle. You trust me, right?"

"Of course I trust you, I-" King stopped himself. He closed his eyes. "We've all been through too much. We deserve to relax. I can do this."

King felt Bailey wag her tail. He let her movement carry him wherever she wanted to go. He let his tail wag, releasing the tension in his butt. Unclenching brought more of Fox pressing against him. The cold lube started to warm.

"Deep breath," Fox said. King breathed.

Fox's tip slipped inside, but pushing in more than the tip met resistance. The warm front of his cock pressed to his asshole, rubbing lube, before finally stretching around. King gasped. Fox grit his teeth for King, waiting for the word to stop. When it didn't come, he kept easing forward. He latched onto King's hips, getting closer.

King felt stretched as wide as ever. He moaned. The length kept coming, filling him out. The pressure kept King deep, oozing pre in Bailey. Despite the coolness of the lube, the stretching started to burn. He inhaled sharply. Fox stopped.

"Okay?" Fox asked.

Having a dick wedged in his ass was a humbling experience. King's ears fell, looking back. "I don't think I can take more yet. Could you maybe try humping? Just a little bit?"

Fox nodded. "I'll keep it slow."

Bailey bent her head to the side. "I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you guys are so cute together."

"Bailey," King groaned.

Fox looked at his dick, King's ass spread wide around him. He stuck his tongue out, catching Bailey's eyes. "Gotta admit it, King, your butt is adorable."

King dropped his face on Bailey's boobs, more out of annoyance than anything. He tried to sound like how he felt, but his voice cracked. "Just hump me please."

Fox pulled back, and King squirmed at the strange sensation. With only his tip staying warm under King's tail, Fox pushed back in, more confident but still cautious. King inhaled, staring up at Bailey from her breasts. Her paw was wedged between their bellies, rubbing her clit as she watched. She licked his nose in encouragement. He exhaled, closing his eyes and keeping his arms relaxed, butt raised. Fox rocked in and out. He only got himself half buried at the slow crest of each thrust. When the friction grew, Fox doused them with extra lube, dripping down their furs as he pushed in, reaching Bailey's tail.

"Can we try," King spoke up.

"Deeper?" Fox said.

"I want to feel your... Fox, I want to feel your knot, okay?"

Fox forgot to breathe for a second. "I'll, uh, get on top like I said."

Fox wiggled close, falling onto King's back, wrapping his arms around. Fox let out a hearty moan at the sensation of mounting his friend. His insides were warm, his asshole tight. Fox breathed out, nuzzling the back of King's head. Twitching, precum joined all the lube in King's ass.

King huffed. He lifted up onto his paws, relieving Bailey of their weight. She licked his open mouth. Breathing slowing again, he urged Fox on. His thighs pressed to King's. They reached a point where his dick stopped getting wider, only deeper. Then King felt it. Their bodies met, and Fox's lobes pressed onto King's stretched anus.

"Woah!" King said. Knowing he had gotten this far was a massive confidence boost. He was giddy with arousal.

"Yeah," Fox said. "Good?"

"Good!"

Fox moved back an inch, then pushed up against him again. "You took me pretty well," Fox murmured.

"Heck yeah-ha-ha," King moaned. "Oh you're big."

"Are you going to tie?" Bailey asked, tilting her head around King.

"That sounds kinda dangerous," Fox said.

"But really hot," King whispered.

"It's only fair," Bailey said. "Otherwise, I'm the only one being bred."

"Eep!" King said. Fox went silent, snout deeply red.

"Please just don't wait too long!" Bailey said. "He's close."

"I'll see what I can do," Fox huffed.

Fox tried not to speed up, only to remove the pauses. He pushed his hips back and kissed his friend's anus with his knot. The males' breathing deepened like the depth of strokes. Fox clutched the fur on King's chest. He put his head against King's neck, tongue draping out, panting faster. One thrust brought their hips thumping together, Fox's balls smacking against King's.

"Gah!" King moaned.

Fox managed to stop. "Too fast?"

"No, I need you to knot me before-"

"Are you sure?" Fox asked.

"Add more lube!" Bailey said.

"Good... idea," King panted. "Ohmydog it's so warm, Bailey."

With his knot pressed to King, Fox doused himself. Lube ran down him and the corgi's package. Working the lube in, Fox soothed the fire, taking a deep breath. "Okay."

King focused on slowing the pace of his heart. Fox stretched his ass, but he accepted it. He gritted through the pain. As quickly it came, it left. His ass fit Fox in like Bailey did for him. Fox grew inside once pressure on the back of his knot welcomed him in.

"Nice job," Bailey whispered.

"Keep going," King breathed.

Fox nodded, licking the back of King's ear. He moved his hips back and forth, beginning a delightful sensory overload. Their balls smacked, trading lube with an addictive sound. Fox nibbled on King's ear, masking the intensity of a knot growing and pushing through his ass. As Fox pressed forward, King was carried deeper in his wife, through their slick fluids. All he had to do was relax.

King was building to an orgasm after only a few thrusts, thuds, and ear bites. Getting knotted and being knotted, feeling the delightful tingle of Fox's balls slapping his, he couldn't handle being still. He thrusted in time with Fox into Bailey, gritting his teeth.

"Mmmh!" Bailey said, pushing her hips up, feeling his knot swell. "Aren't I a lucky gal?"

"Ahh!" King moaned. He pulsed in wave after wave, stuffing Bailey with everything he had. He slowed, but Fox didn't, still plapping away with growing roughness. King's orgasm pulsed around Fox, clenching him. Fox used all his leverage to plow King, King gasping through the last of his orgasm.

"Fox!" King moaned. "Son of a!"

Fox came hard. He grunted, pushing both married dogs forward. Fox's dick pulsed just like King's did in Bailey's. Regardless of if it was out of preference or exhaustion, King didn't thrust. The soreness was obvious but not problematic, stuck between two beautiful dogs. He couldn't comprehend how wet they had gotten. He made out with Bailey's boobs. She was petting him back until Fox dropped all of his weight on King, panting hard. King struggled against the weight before accepting gravity and all its shortcomings. He was squished between them, feeling their chests shake with panting.

"Hey," Bailey said. "Get on your side. We don't need to kill him."

"It hurts good," King said.

An indeterminable amount of cuddling later, Bailey managed to pull off King's deflating knot from on top. A sticky mess of fluids rained down on King's belly. He stretched his limbs, welcoming the cool air and partial release from pressure. Fox was still knotted underneath him.

"Ah heck, I need to get myself cleaned up," Bailey said.

"I'd help if I could," King said. "It is heaven. You could just drip out on the bed."

"Yeah, but I think I want a bath. Join me when you're ready," Bailey said.

"There's a bath here?" King said.

Bailey stood up, catching the cum in her paw as it leaked out. "I'd imagine. I'll find Sumac and ask."

"Okay," King agreed with some hesitancy. Being with Fox alone had a different dynamic to it, especially with a knot in his ass. Bailey walked wobbly legged out of the quarters.

"So," Fox said.

"So," King said. He shifted, testing their tie. "This is weird, right?"

"It's pretty weird."

"Aren't you kinda dating the huskies? And Mungo?"

"Aren't you kinda married?" Fox countered, humping against King's butt.

"Hey," King muttered.

"They're fine with it," Fox said. "Did you want to do this again?"

"I'd have to ask Bailey. I can't imagine it'd be a problem. But..."

"What?" Fox said.

"Well, this was a fantasy, but now it's real. We finished. I'm not used to just having something casual!"

"I guess I get that. I can be patient," Fox said. "But there's a part I don't agree with."

King shook his head "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said we're done. We don't have to be."

Fox wrapped his hand around King's penis, pumping him a few times.

King clenched the dick in his ass. "Woah! Sensitive!"

"Had to try, sorry," Fox said.

King shifted his eyes around the room. He swiped up the cum and arousal off his belly and spread it back on his penis. He put Fox's paw back around. "I didn't say you had to stop."

Fox smiled. He rubbed King, massaged his sack. King let his head fall back, touching Fox's nose with his.

King was at full mast when the door creaked open an inch. He jumped up, ass tugging against Fox's knot.

"I'm setting you up with Sasha," Bailey said.

"Hey!"

The door closed.