Taking a Break from the Road, III
This is a continuation of a story. It's got the gay, so best watch yourself. Also zoophilia straight up bestiality.
What's goin' on: A snow leopard and his pet otter-boy are moving from one state to another. And then sex happens.
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Hitting the interstate again, the miles melted away like a horny furry scrolling through paragraphs of unnecessary storyline in smut.
The warm air from the car's vents brushed the otter's fur, ruffling the exhausted boy's whiskers as he nestled against the thick arm of the snow leopard sitting in the driver's seat. The soft affection started a deep rumbling purr in his master, quickly subduing any energy the otter could muster up.
Watching the white dashes in the road glide by - illuminated against the pitch-black of the night by the car's headlamps - the pet rested his warm head against the cat's shoulder as he closed his eyes. The cars sped past in the opposite direction, the swoosh left behind by each combining into a hypnotic rhythm. Not too long afterwards, the boy fell asleep, a content smile spread across his face with a pleasant full feeling in his ass from a belly full of cum.
He must have been out a few hours.
As the otter awoke, the cabin filled with a glow from a brightly-lit sign proudly proclaiming "Welcome to Texas." But that wasn't what woke the boy from his deep slumber.
Bored and wanting to celebrate crossing another state's line, the snow leopard wriggled his arm free of the otter's weight, pressing his broad, sharply clawed paw against the back of his pet's head as he forced the boy down into his lap - meanwhile quickly unzipping his jeans with a claw snagged into the zipper pull.
Greeting the otter following his rude awakening was the sharp scent of feline musk, worked up from a good shag the evening before. The thick sheath the cat fished from his boxers pressed against the sleepy otter's nosepad, stirring his senses back into consciousness.
"I need to get blown. Swallow my load in the next five miles, and I've got a surprise for you, boy."
Blinking, the otter stretched his back as he leaned over into his master's lap from the passenger seat, tongue eagerly slipping out to douse the underside of the cat's white-furred sheath in warmth. He reached a paw into the larger male's pants, kneading the heavy balls the lay within.
"Yes, sir..."
A thin pair of mustelid lips wrapped around the tip of the leopard's sheath as the boy coaxed the red, barbed cock from its holder - his master's paw laying heavily on the back of his head. The cat growled softly as the boy worked, keeping his eyes on the road as the cars passed by - the fellow travellers not knowing what was taking place in the innocent sedan rolling along the road.
As the otter felt the familiar barbs of the cock glide against his tongue, he chirred softly to himself, wrapping a thumb and forefinger around the very base of the catcock growing hard inside his tight muzzle. He heard his master pant suddenly as he rubbed the very tip of his cock against the lightly ribbed roof of his muzzle, smiling to himself as best he could with lips wrapped 'round a throbbing dick.
4 miles left before he needed to bring his master to orgasm. No problem... He loved sucking his dick.
The boy's head bobbed in the cat's lap as his master drove along, his wet tongue dancing around the thick malehood impaled in his muzzle. As his paw wrapped tight around the base of the snow leopard's shaft, he pawed off the cat in the rhythm of his working muzzle, eagerly swallowing the pre that liberally coated his tongue.
3 miles left... So far, so good.
The tag on the otter's collar jingled furiously as the boy pistoned that thick cock in and out of his hungry muzzle, pulling out all the stops to bring the cat to a hard cum as quick as possible. The feline arched up in his seat, bucking his hips up into the boy's muzzle as he growled thickly.
2 miles left. He can just taste his master's cum pumping his muzzle until his cheeks bulge.
A paw guided the steering wheel through the road's curves, the cat well-experienced at driving a vehicle with an otter-boy working over his cock. As he turned, the steering wheel rubbed against the otter's cheek from the tight space, the feline claws digging deeper into the boy's scalp. His own hard prick pressed against his stomach as he leaned over the center console, taking the cock as deep as he can without swallowing it down his throat... yet.
1 mile. "We're almost there, bitch... You better make me blow..."
The boy's pace picked up noticeably as he slipped an arm behind the cat, pulling his body tight into his master's lap as he slammed his muzzle down on the cat's cock, spearing the barbed head down the entrance to his throat. The cat snarled thickly, the sharply clawed paw trailing down the back of the otter's neck and lower, pressing against his upper back as the cat pulled the boy tight onto his throbbing cock. And he came, hard.
As the otter nursed the thick cat-cock - swallowing the load down his hungry gullet - he felt the car accelerate and swerve noticeably as jet after jet of spunk flooded his throat. If he didn't trust his master so much, he'd slip his muzzle off that feline dick and grab hold of the steering wheel.
The car shook as it hit a rumble strip beside the road, jolting the leopard back to lucidity as he regained control of the car after his orgasm, just in time to take the interstate exit.
Milking the tip of the cat's dick for each drop of cum, the otter gave it a warm, whiskery goodbye kiss as he licked his chops, returning to the passenger seat.
"Where are you taking me, sir?" The boy asked.
"You'll find out in a bit. Just be patient."
They drove onward for twenty minutes, making their way well off the interstate out into the countryside of east Texas. The poor otter's cock didn't stop dripping for the entire journey out of sheer anticipation. After a long dirt road, the snow leopard stopped the car and put it in park next to a house with a sort-of stable building attached to it. The approach set off the intruder alarm of several dogs - loud barks erupting from the house as the cat cut the engine.
"Got a buddy out here who runs a nice little kennel. Said his four-legged buddies have needed some attention for a little while, and he hasn't been able to get a bitch in. So I told him I'd be by around midnight to bring one over." The cat spoke, grinning evilly as the otter understood, his little ears folding flat in submission.
He liked knots... but he'd never been with anything feral... The boy's cheeks flushed red as he thought about it. Still, there was something incredibly hot about bending over before a group of dogs... He leaned over to leave a warm kiss on his master's cheek.
"Mm, this should be fun..." The otter chuckled, smiling at the leopard.
They exited the vehicle and walked around to the front door of the building, ringing a doorbell and waiting. The cold night's breeze rustled against the otter's naked pelt - lit by a yellowish bulb above the door. He didn't even care that he'll be showing off his rock-hard prick to whoever answered the door.
A fox showed up at the entrance, opening the screen door and smiling as he eyed the otter down with a smile, ears perking up.
"Hey there, Luke. Told you I'd be bringin' a bitch by... One who needs a good breeding..."
"Hey buddy. Ah, hehe, from the looks of him I can agree with y'. An otter, huh? You got good taste in pets." Luke spoke in a thick Texas drawl, a paw beckoning them inside his home. "So let's get down t' business. The kennel's through here..." He said, leading the couple through a few narrow hallways to a door.
Luke attached a short leash to the otter as he opened the door to the kennel, the excited dogs barking at the newcomer's entrance through their cages. "Alright boys, I know y' haven't had a nice bitch in a while... But my buddy here brought over a nice little otter for y'all to use..." The otter let out a little chirr as Luke introduced him to his new friends, barking impatiently.
There must've been about ten of them.
The cat smacked the boy's ass and pushed him down to the ground, forcing the otter to get on all fours for the dogs. He complied willingly, the degrading pose only making him leak more pre from his dick as it swung beneath him.
Luke turned to speak to the pair - "So what I'm gonna do is, I'm gonna put this little otter here and the boys into that big ol' cage over there to have fun. How long are you planning on stickin' aroun'?" He asked.
"Mm, well, I'm pretty tired actually... I've been on the road forever. Do you mind if I crash and let my boy have fun playin' kennel bitch?"
"Oh, not at all. I'll show y' to a couch soon as I make sure the boys take well to your little pet."
The otter was going crazy from anticipation, and the dogs knew it. Each one of them was going to get their dicks buried up an otter-boy's ass tonight.
Luke took the boy by his leash over into the big cage, making the otter crawl across the cold concrete floor. As he entered the cage, he noticed four big eyehooks jutting from the middle of the floor. He whimpered softly, knowing what they'd be used for.
"Sorry I didn't tell y' before, boy. The dogs prefer their bitches tied up when they mount 'em." The fox smiled, seeing the fear in the otter's wide eyes as he led him into position, taking ankle and wrist restraints off the nearby wall. One-by-one, the fox fastened the otter-boy in place in the middle of the cage to those eyehooks. He couldn't do anything but keep his ass up high, free for the taking.
The fox walked out of the cage, leaving the boy to reevaluate his willingness to service all of Luke's dogs. His master wanted him to do it, and hell if he was going to disappoint.
Shortly thereafter, an eager border collie ran into the cage - those blunt claws rapping on the concrete floor as he quickly took an interest in the bitch. The boy's tail hiked as a cold snout pressed underneath it, causing him to let out a loud chirr as a broad, wet tongue lapped out over his entrance.
The boy had little time to enjoy it, however, as the collie mounted the poor boy on the spot. Forepaws wrapped around the boy's sides as the dog bucked powerfully against the boy's ass, letting him feel the dog's thick sheath pressing under his tail.
At that moment, a golden retriever entered. Seeing that the boy's ass was currently mounted, he lay down on his side in front of the otter, raising a leg to present himself to the boy's muzzle - the red tip of his cock already protruding from its holder.
The feeling of being humiliated in front of his master drove him on as he lowered his muzzle down to the dog's cock before him, laying a tentative lick to its tip and tasting the salty, almost spicy quality of it. At that moment, the border collie thrusting against his ass found its mark, slamming thick dogcock to the hilt in the otter's ass. The boy let off a loud moan as he wrapped thin lips around the retriever's dick, sucking it into his muzzle just like it were his master's.
While he was distracted, the rest of the dogs filled the cage around him as Luke opened their individual cages. A loud clank filled the room as he shut the main door of the otter's cage, shutting it with a key.
"Mm, he seems to be doing well with 'em." Luke rapped on the cage's wall to get the otter's attention - his little head still bobbing on dogdick as his eyes focused on the fox. "Remember, boy, these dogs own you for the night. You're their bitch now. Don't forget that." He spoke with a little grin across his muzzle.
"Come on, pal, I'll show you to the couch. We'll come back to the bitch in the morn'." He led the tired cat out through the main kennel door, shutting it behind him - leaving the otter all alone.
The boy was starting to enjoy his place. The border collie grabbed him tight around his hips as he fucked him furiously, eager to drain his balls up the boy's ass as the shepherd enjoyed the nice blowjob he was getting from the otter, his forming knot pressing against the boy's lips as he bobbed. The other dogs waited for their turn impatiently, circling around the bitch.
A whole night in the kennel.
Alone.
The otter practically came at the thought.
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tbc, bitches.