Dog's of a feather
Dog's of a Feather
By Jackmink
Louis and Marty both worked in a research and development facility in the down town city. The two worked from noon to midnight on the weekends and this wasn't any different from the other days. Late Sunday night the two were beginning to wind down as the clock in the break room ticked onto Ten. Glad for their final break before they had to clean up Marty excused himself, heading towards the bathroom and Louis watched him go.
The doberman was larger than his German Shepherd friend. He was naturally muscular but not to the point he was ripped. He had a bit of flab on his belly but had enough muscle to make it look more natural. He had the traditional markings of a doberman but instead of the brown they were a more reddish rusty color. His eyes brows, snout, hands and feet were of this color. It also marked his stomach, inner thighs and groin. The inner parts of his ears were the same color.
His black nose twitched and a sly grin spread across his face when he was sure Marty was out of ear shot. Perfect, the doberman thought as he moved over to the fridge and popped it open. A sandwich was resting on the top shelf, plastic wrapping it safely from the cold of the fridge. Marty was written on a strip of masking tape in bold black letters on the top of it. Fresh turkey, lettuce, tomato with just enough mayo and Dijon mustard spread on. One of Marty's infamous turkey sandwiches where he used a extra piece of bread soaked in gravy between the layers of meat. And Louis was already reaching for it, licking his lips.
He had done it the past several days. Taking a single bite or half of Marty's lunch and every time the dog was none the wiser. Marty left his lunch in there from the minute they got in and never checked on it until their final break. Along with the can of coke next to it. And the doberman, as lazy as he was, only ever had lunch when he was able to steal some of Marty's. And he'd be none the wiser, Louis thought taking a large bite out of it.
The doberman moaned a bit, licking his lips and chewing the piece to bits before swallowing. He easily tore through the rest of the sandwich until there was only about a large bite left. Louis grinned guilty having been far more hungry than he thought. Figuring what has been done had been done, he crumbled up the plastic and masking tape into a bundle and tossed it into the garbage with a short jump as if making a three pointer.
The dog landed on his legs and instantly the world around him began to spin, he held onto the large square shaped table that took of most the room, before slipping and falling on all fours. His whole body tingled and he had grown suddenly rather warm, hot even and he was perspiring. His fingers and toes felt numb and with a loud hiccup collapsed.
Marty hadn't bothered washing his hands as he only took a leak. He headed back into the room with a yawning stretch. He looked around a bit confused until he spied the cloths left behind on the floor. The German Shephard shook his head with a low laugh.
"So it WAS you." Marty chuckled as he walked over, crouching down and using a finger to move the clothing out of the way.
Sitting in the middle of the bundle of clothing was a small, tiny, miniscule doberman. He looked just like a smaller version as he had as if someone had made a perfect scale replica of the doberman. Once a decent Six Five, several inches taller than the German Shephard, Louis was now a small Three, possibly Five inches tall.
The dog looked around blinking before looking up into the looming face of his coworker whose shadow blocked out the light high above. The other dog was grinning widely as he looked down at him. "M-marty?" Louis squeaked his voice far softer than it had once been.
"Hey there," Marty cooed in a soft voice. "I told you I'd get whoever it was that was eating my lunch." He said this as he reached down slowly and cupped his fingers around the shaking dog and lifted him up easily up into the air. Being picked up so quickly left Louis light headed once more. "And I think I know just what to substitute for my lunch."
The German Shephard opened his maw slowly, letting his tongue roll out and made a large gulping sound as he swallowed. Louis was shaking as he stared into the large maw. Marty moved him closer before barking a laugh and tossing his head back as he did so, shaking his head afterward.
"Shit dude, I'm just pulling your leg. I wouldn't do that to you." He nosed at the doberman who was still shaking slightly and nodded as that cold bumpy nose pushed against him. "You still need to get punished for eating my sandwich." Marty growled wickedly.
Louis eyes widened as he found himself being lowered down until he was at stomach height. Marty thumbed his pants and pulled them open making a serious face and trying to look intimidating. He wasn't expecting the doberman eyes to light up and for him to practically drool as he stared down at his exposed groin.
"My, my?" Marty raised an eyebrow. "Does someone like what he sees?" The canine grinned toothily at his tiny coworker planning on just messing with him some more. But he could see the tip of the other dog poking from the top of his black, slightly rusty red fur sheath. "Don't say I've never done anything for you." And with that Marty lowered his coworker down and, making sure his briefs were open, dropped the doberman inside.
The small dog yelped as he fell staring downwards until he landed on the spongy sheath of the larger dog. His body slid down until he was resting on the massive sack under it. Louis shivered at the musky warmth of the confines of the gray brief. Marty could feel his own sheath already filling up as the smaller male straddled his sack, hugging around his sheath and already nuzzling against it happily stubby tail wagging.
The German shepherd grunted as he let his briefs snap back sealing the exit from the smaller canine who showed no signs of wanting out. Licking his lips now Marty undid his belt and opened his pants, letting them fall down to the floor and looked down in time to see the small outline of the doberman moving closer to him. Marty took a sharp breath as he felt lips connect with the opening of his sheath, his orbs being stood on so that the small doberman could reach. The weight stepping on his fuzzy sack, pushing against his swelling sheath and the hot licking breath against the opening made the larger dog curl his toys and groan loudly rolling his neck back and clenching his hands into fists.
"Damn," he breathed out, panting himself now as the doberman crawled up his sheath and began sliding his paws into it. "He doesn't work slowly." Marty grinned as he felt the tiny body slide into his sheath, pulling it back as Louis hugged his thickening shaft.
Marty moved over to a chair and rubbed himself through the briefs. He touched his own bulge and the bulging outline within, grinding both against each other and moaning low as pre was already trickling from his tip. Marty figured that was good, he'd get his coworker out and leave it at that. He suffered enough. And then the doberman licked at his dribbling tip and electricity danced up his spine and filled his head with a sensual glory that made his toes fan out and his breath come in a harsh gasp.
Louis could feel those fingers on his back, pushing him against the dog's still growing shaft. Standing on the forming knot, the doberman was able to in a good position to lick at the other dog's leaking tip. It was salty and strong, bitter taste and filled his nose with a strong musk scent. Which was saying something from where he already was.
The doberman had dreamed of this if only in fantasy. And when he saw the other dog naked he couldn't get his mind away from those thoughts. Already hard himself, Louis humped against Marty with a grunting growl, grinding his length against the underbelly of the other dog.
Marty flinched at that and bit his lip from stopping himself from moaning as a blissful euphoria washed through him like a drug. The sheath was slowly becoming constricting and the doberman was clearly outlined through it now as the tip of the German shepherd poked free. "W-wait a second," he managed to say, half cupping his bulge through his briefs and using the other hand to pull the fabric down and underneath his hanging sack. Marty was already teasing himself. He stood up a bit and laid his balls out onto the table and pulled his tawny brown sheath back letting his full length spill forth from it, his knot already forming nicely at the bottom.
Marty's tail wagged as he saw the doberman clinging to his cock, licking and nuzzling at it like a giant sticky candy cane. It made the larger dog splay his ears, bashfully grinning down at the tiny doberman worshiping his meat. With gray padded fingers Marty pushed his beet red, vein covered cock down to hang just above the table.
Louis didn't let go but dangled off the end making the larger dog just grin more seeing his enthusiasm over him. Marty laid his full length down over his sack and watched as the doberman timidly let go touching down on the table just below.
The originally taller dog moved back and looking at the cock, watching the end dribble onto the table with a shuddering groan. The cold air stung his slightly moist fur and the doberman ached to be back next to that warmth again. Huffing, panting heavily and reeking himself of that wonderful musky scent moved forward.
Marty let himself go, his cock bobbing back up to attention, saluting the breakroom around them. "Well, what are you waiting for?" The German Shepherd grinned down at the tiny canine on the table. Louis starred up his form all the way to that massive face high above, before his eyes drifted back down to the proud doghood standing tall.
Louis didn't need any further encourage meant and quickly jogged over before just falling face first against the dog's fuzzy sack. The skin underneath was smooth, musky and felt amazing against his whole naked body. He could curl up against it and fall asleep right there. Louis had other things in mind as he tongue drooled out and he back licking every inch of the larger dog. Kissing at the sphere's and hugging against them as his tongue draped over inch after inch of him. Marty grunted in reply, eyes half closed as another dollop of pre formed at the tip and slid all the way down, glistening his length in the break room light and down onto the sack. Louis nuzzled into it rubbing it onto his face and against the male's puppy maker.
Louis nipped at the flesh making the larger male jumped, Marty unaware that such a small creature could have such a stimulating effect on him. The German Shepherd stroked up and down his length, making it shine with his pre. Louis watched with lustful enthrallment.
"You like this, huh?" Marty growled eyes sparkling with deceit. The doberman nodded quickly and was soon scooped up and squeezed against his throbbing member. The shaft was already slickened, coating the doberman in the same film of natural lubricant as he was rubbed up and down the length, groaning and grinding the whole time.
The doberman nipped at it, kissed it, licked and humped, hugging it as he was rubbed up and down and used as nothing more than a living toy for the other dog.
"Though that feels real good," Marty grinned slowly rubbing his fingers over the doberman who shuddered at the feel of those strong digits rubbing him up and down with the male's dog hood. "I think I have a better idea. If your willing to humor me."
Marty's fingers curled around the other dog not even waiting as Louis eyes lit up, holding him tightly as he lifted him up into the air. He released his cock in the same motion and it bobbed up to attention a string of pre going up across the doberman's body and face. Louis licked his cheeks clean, groaning and flexing at that strong musky taste on his lips.
"Oh, yeah." Marty licked his own lips watching him intently. "You like this don't you? You love this?" He repeated. The doberman nodded quickly whining a bit that he had stopped grinding him against that beautiful piece of male form. Marty could feel Louis's hard on in his palm, the smaller dog struggling and humping against it and leaking over his fingers. "You want to be inside this, right? All the way in, bathing in a real dog's juices."
Louis eyes widened and he looked down the length to the hefty sack still resting against the table top. The doberman looked up in time to see the other dog grinning largely already knowing the answer.
Moving the tiny canine over to his cock tip, Marty took hold of his fatty member fully erect now, knot and all. He held it securely and brought his occupied hand down on the top of it. He closed his eyes as the doberman felt around his tip with his hind paws before toying at the opening with his bare toes.
"Keep your feet together and it'll go a lot smoother, for the both of us." Marty said in a deep, powerful, dominant voice and the other dog found himself nodding along without a word.
Keeping his bare paws together, Louis found himself slowly being guided down, pushed into his coworkers slit. Both winced at first from the tightness but it soon relaxed, oozing more lubricating pre and with it Marty managed to get him all the way up to his knees in one clean motion. And then let him go.
Louis sway and fell face first against the lower belly of the other dog, the length resting against it. He pushed against the fluffy fur coat and looked up to see the other dog grinning widely down at him. The doberman pulled his legs but found that neither moved more than a quarter inch. Stuck as he was he moved back, trying to balance himself and looking down.
The doberman was about to speak before there was a rippling pulse from the cock and another dollop of pre slid between the doberman's legs and with it there was a powerful tug as the cock flexed, Louis finding himself soon up to his thighs in it as it greedily began to devour him whole. His own sack was resting on the slit now, his erect member dribbling down its length and into the very slit that was slowly consuming him.
Another twitch of the powerful muscle made both dog's groan as Louis was pulled to his lower stomach. His lower body was slightly outline in the thick shaft of the German shepherd who reached down and began petting over his coworker with his thumb.
"See, I told you I'd like it." The dog licked his lips slowly as he continued to pet the side of the doberman's face, almost lovingly so. That same thumb rose above his head as it let go and began to push him down, further into his hungry body that was drooling now all over the doberman.
Louis tried to slow his descent but the thick muscular interior of the shaft was rubbing up against his own, making his knees feel weak and body lose any kind of strength to stop himself. The powerful, rigid serpent gulped another inch of him inside as he slide down into it's throat. He could feel the other dog's heart beat around him and smell only that powerful musk as he was pushed all the up to his under arms. The body around him shivered in delight and Marty grinded his rear against the seat he was in.
Without even being told too, Louis lifted his arms up, moaning as he was pulled all the way in until only the edge of his snout and arms was sticking free. His black nose sticking up around the beet red cock.
Sitting back down, Marty kicked both his naked legs up onto the table and bent down to lick, lapping at the end of his twtiching cock and over those arms still poking out. He could feel the doberman struggle in his tight body, see the form trying to move against its hold and only saw him slipping further inside his attempts futile from the start. The second those paws had entered him his fate was sealed. The doberman's bulging outline slowly slid down the other dog's shaft, the bottom of Marty's twitching cock that seemed to be swallowing a bit more of the other canine with each bouncing convulsion.
Marty licked at himself the whole time, drinking up the pre that tasted like the doberman as that lump slowly descended down until it reached the opening of his sheath. The tiny form was pressing outwards trying not to be crushed in it's constricting grip. With a shaking, shudder and a loud gasp Marty felt his cock swallow the other canine with a loud 'gulp' and felt the heavy weight land in his sack.
His furry pouch sunk lower with the added weight and Marty had to take several moments, shaking a bit in ecstasy as if he had finished right there and then. The body of the doberman could be seen slightly from the outside world as he pushed and tried to get out from the sticky prison he found himself in.
It was warm, humid and Louis found himself sweating as the walls, the ground, the ceiling were dripping a thickness of the dog's building release. Louis opened his maw and found a large glob fall right into it, licking his lips he swallowed before swaying with the sack as the German shepherd humped into his muzzle. Marty's rising release was beginning to show.
The chamber was already quarter of the way filled and the sticky liquid around him made Louis feel an odd warm numbness wash over him. He couldn't feel his toes or his lower legs and as the other dog humped again, found himself falling face first into the rising pool around him. He gasped as he struggled to breach the surface licking his lips the whole time and swallowing as much as he could stomach. Louis's whole body was being weighed down by the rising spooge around him. And he didn't care as he lapped at the broth.
He felt heavy as if chains had been tied to his arms and over his back and he kept falling face first into the ever rising pool. Gasping, trying to breath as his arms lost their feeling Louis found himself, even under these circumstances, groaning out in pleasure and delight as his own release began spilling out and mixing into the chamber around him. He was slowly sinking into the ever rising mess until his snout disappeared under its surface and bubbles rose to the top until they stopped.
Marty kept humped into his maw, licking his tip and stroking his sack. The heavy weight in his sack hadn't dissipated, only changed from a single heavy object to a large mass of it as it was recycled and renewed into the other dog's body. It made his sack sway back and forth with his humping motions like twin wrecking balls.
Wrapping his lips around himself Marty humped one last time and with it, his heavy sack tightened and its contents spilled in sticky, hot ribbons, a surge of white lava into his hungry muzzle. It tasted like the muskiness of a certain canine. His muzzled filled quickly and he had to let go, it spraying over his face and snout, dripping down onto his chest and pooling over his belly and groin, coating him a thick combined mess of their release.
Marty moaned in loudly afterward, soaking in the aftermath of his release and rubbing the mixture of cum and doberman all over his body and down to his hanging, spent sack. He covered the front of himself in that stickiness, rubbing it into his coat and over his belly. It gurgled and Marty let out a loud belch.
"I guess I had lunch after all." The German shepherd chuckled licking his fingers clean and stretching, getting up and planning on finish cleaning up for the night.