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"Are you sure about this? I mean, I'm not really a social butterfly." Arkona said.

"That's why you need to attend parties like this!" Max replied, tugging on the taller dog's arm.

The smaller, slimmer canine had been hoping to get his friend out to the gathering they were rapidly approaching. The sorority house was alive with all manner of guests. It was hard to mistake any of the other houses on the street for the destination they sought. They climbed the stairs to the large covered porch that spanned almost the entire front of the house, knocked on the door, and were shown inside. Max dragged Arkona inside and began to mingle almost immediately.

"Okay, so... we're here. What now?" the shaggy black-furred fellow asked.

"You hang out! Chat with folks! Get something to drink! Shmooze!" Max said excitedly.

Almost immediately, the golden retriever spotted someone he recognized, released his friend's arm, and began heading towards them as he shouted their name. There wasn't even so much as an assurance that they would catch back up with one another in a bit. Within only moments, Arkona was left to his own devices, ditched as he came to think of it. He couldn't feel too upset about it. That was just how Max was; an excitable puppy who just loved to meet new people and showered his friends with affection. Sometimes, that meant he would get distracted and forget he had seen others he knew. It was difficult for him to keep his attention focused sometimes. Especially when his tail was wagging as hard as it was now.

The big, fuzzy newfie sighed and looked slowly around the entry hall and attached living room, thinking he might spot someone else he knew before giving up hope he could find an ally. Instead, he found the refreshments, got himself a drink, then located the nearest corner he could hunker down in so that he wasn't in the way. He hated coming to parties where he didn't know anyone.

"Right. Shmooze he says. Not exactly my strong suit." the dog said to himself.

There was a lot of activity, and it was hard to find a way through the crowd without feeling like he was knocking someone over since he was a little on the big side. That was why he had sought out a perch and stuck to it. Quietly, he sipped his drink and engaged in a bit of people watching. There were plenty of players from the school's football team present, as well as a number of cheerleaders. Whatever this party was, it was very popular among the athletics. And it just so happened that there were quite a few who belonged to the more cerebral groups on campus. Arkona found that to be rather interesting, that such a party would draw what some called 'the nerds' as well.

And it wasn't just those two groups. The party was surprisingly diverse given the locale. Students milled about, getting to know one another, chatting, laughing, drinking, and some doing a bit more than just socializing. The degree of affection being put on display made the dog blush softly. He didn't have a problem with it, but rather he somehow felt that he shouldn't be watching. Regardless of his feelings on the matter, it carried on and he tried not to let his gaze linger too long, lest someone get the wrong idea about him.

Eventually, he settled into a pattern; watch one section of the house for a few moments, then switch to another, then after a few moments change to yet another. He had five different areas he kept watch over, cycling through them in a random order. It was a tactic of his to keep from looking too predictable. He had decided that people found that either boring or undesirable through some strange internal calculation. It was a little odd thinking that, he was sure, but it had served him well in the past when forced to contend with such awkward situations.

"Hey." said a voice that came from just over the dog's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Arkona grunted, turning towards the sound of the voice, "Hello?"

"Down here big guy," said the voice, "The shorty."

The dog searched left and right briefly before following the voice's instructions, lowering his gaze to find a young lady peering up at him with a warm, friendly smile. She was slender of build, only coming up to about the center of the Newfoundland's stocky chest. She was of vulpine lineage, but not purely. There was a pair of little white horns sticking out of her head just on the inner side of her ears. Her tail was just as fluffy as any fox's, but it appeared to coil and curl about as if it were at least somewhat prehensile. To go with all of the unusual features, she had a pair of tiny little fangs that just barely protruded from her lips when she closed her mouth. It was more cute than intimidating, and she preferred it that way. The dog offered her a smile in return, hoping he didn't appear too awkward.

"Oh, hello. Um, am I in the way or something? I tried to pick a spot where I wouldn't block anything." Arkona said.

"Nah, you're not in anyone's way except your own. You look like a guy who's developed a system." the vulpine-ish lady said.

"A system?" the dog asked.

"Yeah, a system. So you don't look as awkward as you feel. Lemme guess, a friend brought you and then ditched you once you got here?" the lady asked.

Arkona's broad shoulders slumped a little and his friendly expression fell just a bit. There was an edge of somberness to him now, telling the fox she had managed to hit the nail almost exactly on the head, if not dead center.

"Yeah. My buddy Max said I should get out and come to parties like this, get to know some folks, come out of my shell a bit. Then as soon as we arrived, he spotted someone he knew and he was off like a shot," the dog explained, "You know how golden retrievers are."

"Oh yeah, they're just so happy to see everyone they gotta say hi to every single person. The breed motto is 'a stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet', and it really does capture how almost all of them behave. It's sweet and cute, until you're the one getting dropped on your head," the vulpine said, "Name's Alex. Nice to meet you."

She pushed a paw forward, which the big dog took and shook, careful to not let his grasp seem too firm. What he didn't count on was that Alex had a handshake that could rival the 'bone crushers' he usually got from people aiming to get their masters in business. It stunned him a little just how strong that grip was, but he didn't really give it much thought.

"Arkona. Nice to meet you too," he replied, "So, how did you know I was the sort that had a system? I've worked really hard to make it as inconspicuous as I can."

"Hon, you've been staring at the same five spots in the house, jumping between them before someone thinks you're staring. Dad used to be the same way. Then mom helped him loosen up a bit. He still falls back on it from time to time, but he's gotten better at it." Alex said.

"Your parents must have taught you how to mingle at parties better than mine did." the big, black dog said.

"Nah, they just gave me a few pointers. I figured out the rest because I'm a bit of an extrovert. At least when I'm fully charged. Thankfully, with the majority of the school year behind us, and all my classes are handled to a point where finals aren't too stressful. I can take it a bit easy, focus on having a little fun. Whatcha studying?" Alex asked.

"Oh, I'm... well I'm undecided at the moment, but I've got plenty of time to pick a major. Can't rush into things, right? Gotta figure out what you're most interested in and shoot for that." Arkona said.

"Yeah, I'm still a little out there in that field myself. I'm doing English Lit at the moment since that's kinda fun, but I dunno if I want that to be my actual major," the vulpine said, "Classes been going okay?"

"Oh, yeah. For the most part they're going fine. Just trying to find what I'm passionate about." the dog answered.

"Well, don't feel super pressured to pick something just because it sounds good. Make sure you think it over. Dad said he went and bounced around a couple of things initially, then settled on something he thought would work really well but it wasn't something he was all that into. It made him miserable he said. So he switched over to business and has been doing pretty well there." Alex explained.

That caught the dog's attention, making him tilt his head in mild confusion.

"Wait, your dad is going to school here too?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's in grad school. So's mom," the fox said, rolling her eyes as she realized something, "I probably should mention they're not literally my mom and dad. I just like to call'em that since they let me move in with them back when I first started here. My 'real' family was kind of not the greatest to be around. So when I found my new folks, we sort of formed the little family we've got now. I feel a lot more at home with them than my 'real' family. You should come by sometime. I'll bet you'd enjoy hanging out with them. Smokey'd be able to chat with you about the whole wall flower thing."

"Yeah, I bet so. A second family. Must be nice. I'm still trying to find where I fit in," the big canine said, "If you don't mind me asking, you're not pure fox are you?"

Alex giggled and grinned up at the large dog, giving his chest a light thump with the back of one of her paws.

"Astute fella. You guessed right, I'm not pure fox. I'm part fox, part dragon. I'm a drox! Or a fogon I guess... I like drox better. You can thank mom and dad for that. It got added not too long after I met them. I think it's kinda neat! My 'real' folks back home almost went ballistic when they saw it for the first time. After that, I kinda decided I didn't really need to go back." Alex explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to open up any old wounds or anything." Arkona said, suddenly regretting asking about it.

"Nah, you just wanted ta know why a fox has horns and fangs. I added the stuff about my biological family. It's not that big a deal. Sometimes you just gotta go your own way. Speaking of, why don't you come with me? You've been standing for a while, maybe you'd like ta give your legs a rest." the drox said, then gripped the canine's arm.

Suddenly it felt like Max was back, trying to insist he go somewhere or do something 'for his own good'. Immediately, Arkona slipped into a slightly submissive role and let himself be led through the crowd. Eventually, they ended up in the middle of the living room where several other party-goers had already begun seating themselves. Some were in chairs or on couches, but a good number were on the floor, forming a circle atop the rug the filled the center of the living room.

"Hey, um... what's going on? Everyone looks like they're getting ready to do something." Arkona said, trying not to yell as they delved into one of the louder areas of the house.

"You don't really know anything about what goes on at these parties do you?" Alex asked with a giggle.

"No, I really don't. Max just dragged me along saying it was something I should do. He said I'd get a kick out of it." the dog answered.

"Well!" Alex shot back, then leaned in to whisper into one of the canid's ears, even pushing the loosely hanging flap of skin and fur out of the way so he could hear more easily.

As she explained briefly, taking only a couple of sentences to break down the basic rules of what was to come, he began to blush as his eyes grew terribly wide. Just what had Max gotten him into? And how did that blasted golden retriever know he was curious about this sort of thing? Was Max into it too? How could he have missed that about him? Arkona gently took Alex by the arm and pulled her in closer to hiss in her ear.

"Really!? That's what goes on here!?" he tried not to shout.

"Yup! That's the whole point of these parties! I love coming here looking for potential new friends to introduce to the family back across campus. Sound like something you're interested in?" Alex asked.

Arkona began to stammer, not able to properly get out what he wanted to say. He wanted to confess that he was indeed interested. And yet, even while surrounded by scores of people who were no doubt just as eager as he himself wished he could let himself be, he was still embarrassed to admit anything.

The drox was able to pick up on that almost immediately and began to gently coax him from the center of the rug towards the circle of people sitting down. Once there, she gently convinced him to let go of her arm. He was squeezing fairly firmly, not to control her, but rather out of his own anxiousness.

"Alright, easy big boy. You just have yourself a seat and wait here. I need to tell a friend something, but I promise, I'll be right back." Alex said.

Arkona nodded and dropped down into a seated position, not realizing where he was exactly. At least he didn't have a sense that he was in the way. Everyone seemed to be avoiding the circle if they were just milling about. Anyone who approached either joined the group or settled somewhere nearby just outside the circle. His eyes followed the vulpine, finding he only just then noticed how closely her shirt hugged her form, leaving not too terribly much to the imagination. She leaned in to whisper to someone, a feline who was somewhere between the fox's height and Arkona's.

There was a brief discussion, one that he couldn't make out, then the two smiled, hugged, and separated. After that, Alex approached once again, but never made it all the way back to him. Instead, she stopped, gazed at the dog with a playful grin, and sat down, joining the circle across from him. It puzzled him for a moment, then he began to piece it together. He was sitting in the circle where the game was to be played. She had managed to surreptitiously pull him into the group that was interested in participating.

"Hey! I thought you were gonna come back here! Not sit all the way over there!" Arkona called out, hoping he could be heard.

"I've got better odds if I'm right here!" Alex called back, giving the dog a wink.

Before he could reply, the feline his drox friend had spoken to stepped into the middle of the circle, holding up an empty wine bottle. She turned about slowly, tapping the side of it with a single extended claw. It was so soft a noise, and yet it got the attention of everyone around her in shockingly little time.

"Hello everyone. I'm glad you all could make it. I know finals week is coming up and everyone here more than likely thinks it's a little irresponsible to be partying when they probably should be studying or writing a paper or something. But consider this a bit of self care. It's the last one of these little gatherings we'll have before the end of the semester, so enjoy yourselves," she said, letting people get settled wherever they might as she explained, "We've got at least one newcomer in the circle, and I've been told that because he's a little on the shy side, he should get the opportunity to spin first. Arkona? Can you raise your paw please?"

The dog's eyes widened to the point where one might think they were about to pop right out of his head. He stared up at the feline as she slowly turned about, spotting him and grinning. He hadn't raised his paw, but she was able to identify him thanks to his 'deer in the headlights' expression.

The rest of the group began to lightly applaud, welcoming him to their little 'club'. Was he about to be inducted into some sort of secret society?

"I'm so glad you could join us. It's always a pleasure to invite newcomers who are interested in our silly little practice. Here you go, just place this in the center of the rug and give it a spin. Alex says she's already explained the rules to you." the feline said, holding out the wine bottle.

She had indeed. He would spin, and whoever he landed on, he would take into the closet with him. There, playing off of the idea of 'seven minutes in heaven', he would devour whoever the bottle selected for him. It was already predetermined that he was going to be the predator. He had a difficult time featuring himself as prey, but he had not necessarily ruled it out. It was just he was so big that he tended to be the one doing the devouring.

Gingerly, with paws shaking in anxiety, Arkona took the bottle, unable to find the words to speak in any capacity. His eyes locked onto Alex, giving her a pleading look. What she was expected to do that might help him, he couldn't imagine. The drox just gestured for him to spin and waved him forward with as much encouragement as she could offer in her nonverbal message.

There wasn't really anything left to be done except to go ahead and spin. So, the dog put the bottle down on its side, and with a twist of the wrist, it was sent to twirling. Everyone watched as it danced its little dance across the rug. Eventually, it began to slow, then eased to a stop. But it did so rather gradually, more so than one might expect given the rug's ability to grab and slow the bottle. When it finally did, the top was pointed across from Arkona at the drox that had encouraged him. Alex grinned terribly wide as the feline hosting the party stepped back into the circle to collect the bottle.

"And that's our first round's couple selected!" the cat announced, "Could our two players please stand and make your way to the closet?"

Arkona climbed to his paws, as did Alex. The drox took the dog by the arm and lead him to the closet in question. Just as the door was closed behind them, Tiffany looked down at the bottle in her paw, grinning. The treatment to the rug and giving the glass a good polish--specifically with a little something that made it harder for the rug to grab it--had paid off.

Inside the darkened closet, Alex was already moving in to enjoy herself. She wrapped her arms around the dog's neck and dragged his muzzle down to hers for a firm kiss. Arkona was taken by surprise, but didn't question the affection. He leaned into it, running his paws down the slender lady's form. She even began guiding him to help her undress. There was more for the drox to remove than her partner. She was smaller than the big canine, built to contend with cold-weather. Her sweater, shirt, and pants were cast aside. It left her in nothing but her bra and panties, leaning back in to hang from the big canine like a necklace. She was enjoying having such a big partner, and luxuriated there for a time.

Eventually, Alex slipped her paws out from around the dog's neck and began working his shirt up off of him, then his pants down his legs. It revealed a large white patch of fur that ran the full length and width of his chest. It even stretched so far down his front until it covered his legs, making him look a bit less like a Newfoundland and more like a border collie. Alex found it endearing and adorable. She pressed on, slipping him out of his boxers to find a not unsubstantial sheath waiting for her to toy with. Her paws moved to cup against it as the dog tugged down on her panties.

Normally, the drox was a little cagey about showing off to someone new, but she was feeling confident tonight. When he undressed her, Arkona found she had a sheath that rivaled his, proportionally at least. She giggled as he paused, startled a little by the sudden discovery.

"Don't get too carried away. You'll get plenty of time to play with it while I'm on my way down. But before we get to that, I think we need to get you a little more relaxed." the lady said, slowly dropping down onto her knees.

Before Arkona could say anything in response, he felt her lips pressed against his sheath, and a tongue sliding back and forth across the end of it. It made him groan and slump back against the wall behind him. Alex kept her lips sealed there, working her paws around behind herself to remove her bra. She wanted to make sure his tongue would have immediate access to every bit of her. Then, she cupped her paws under the canid's sac once she was completely uncovered.

It took so little effort to bring Arkona to attention. His length protruded quickly, the pink flesh finding its way into the lady's muzzle where it was treated to a delightful bit of tenderness. She pressed forward, mashing her nose against the dog's groin, forcing his length to reach all the way to the back of her throat. A happy rumbling hum sounded in Alex's muzzle as she worked her jaws and tongue, slathering every inch of his length in drool. Arkona couldn't help but moan as she worked him over, resting a paw against the back of her head.

As the lady used her skill on the newcomer, she ran her paws over him, fondling the two swells she intended to see emptied down her throat. As she teased and squeezed them, the tips of her fingers brushed up across what she thought was that strip of flesh between his sac and the pucker just beyond. Maybe if she was lucky, she would get to try that out sometime, bend the cute puppy over and give him a good ride. What she found instead of sensitive skin was a feature she had not expected. The dog jerked and yipped as her fingers traced across a pair of lips hidden just behind his sac.

Arkona was like her, possessing both. That made the drox grin around his member. Priorities shifted about, making her think that perhaps going down his throat wasn't the best option. She had just found what would be. She had a stronger love for that particular practice than diving into someone's jaws. Not that being swallowed that way was bad, just that she enjoyed this new direction so much more. The lady continued to stroke along those supple petals, driving the dog mad with stimulation. It was something he had not been prepared to contend with. Alex meanwhile was an expert at tending to someone of both sides.

The canine's gasps for breath filled the closet as the drox's suckling--making all sorts of lewd, wet, slurps--brought him closer and closer to the end. Her fingers gently eased the newfie open and she plunged into the waiting warmth. Moisture quickly coated her paw, and a howl was forced from the dog. A gush of thick, hot spunk splattered against the back of Alex's throat, prompting her to swallow. Gulp after gulp followed each spurt as Arkona was made to create a sticky mess, one that the drox was happy to contain.

The crowd outside listening in cheered as they heard the dog reach climax. They always did enjoy getting at least a little bit of a show. Maybe next time, Alex would be able to convince him to not use the closet, but just get down to business there in front of everyone. If there was a next time. She was fairly sure there would be for him. Whether it was with her or not depended on whether or not their paths would cross again.

When at last the drox had drunk all the dog could provide, she slowly pulled off of his still throbbing length. She licked it clean, making sure to go nice and slow as she watched him twitch and tense up. He was still working to catch his breath while she fondled his feminine region, grinning up at him.

"Someone's got a secret. Screw the maw, I'm more interested in muff diving. You'll help me climb in, won't you? Just kinda sit down on me?" she asked.

She didn't intend to wait for a response. Alex simply lowered her muzzle and pressed up under the dog, right between his legs. She pulled her paw away just far enough to give herself access to lick. The contact with her tongue sent Arkona into a new shudder. He was unable to say anything to stop her. But then, why on earth would he want to do that? What she was doing felt far too good to say no. His legs were wobbling, threatening to give out and drop him down on top of her, so she had to act fast.

She had hoped to give him a proper licking before delving deeper, but he was a little too overwhelmed. That would have to wait until later. She pointed her nose up, pushed with her legs, and acted as if she were trying to stand up. The sound of moist flesh being forced to spread, then surround something that logically would have been too large filled the closet. It was of course drowned out by the sound of Arkona's voice. He cried out as he was forced to consume the whole of Alex's head, along with her forearms. A bulge formed in his abdomen as soon as she began. His paws moved to cup against it, feeling over the odd sensation and the moving mass under his fur.

Another good shove from under him saw her shoulders ease in with a watery slurp. Her arms were completely consumed, and that meant her chest was next. The sensation of a pair of lovely, pert breasts dragging against the dog's inner walls sent him to howling again. His shaft bucked about as though it needed release all over again. Honey dripped down over the drox, matting down her fur. She was going to need to shower thoroughly to get his scent out of her fur. It was a good thing she had experience with that.

Another strong push saw Alex tuck her legs under herself and press up into the womb already stretching around her. She bulged out the newfie's stomach. His eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue hung from his jaws. His paws groped over the growing dome, unable to truly articulate just how exceptionally marvelous this was. His legs, still quivering away, started to give out. The weakness brought him to drop down onto the drox. It resulted in a strong push from above which saw Alex's hips come to rest just within Arkona's. His had bowed outward a good ways to handle the situation. The drox giggled and began twisting herself from side to side, arching her back as she started to work on pulling her legs in.

Arkona crouched there, both paws on his expanding gut, panting furiously, lost in a haze of euphoria. He slouched against the wall as he felt the drox's knees pass, then one by one, her calves were drawn in. His own legs kicked out from under him and he landed on the floor with a thump. The act sent the last bit of the lady up into him. When he hit the floor, her paws were mashed into his tunnel. The petals Alex had just stuffed herself into closed up behind her as she balled up in the fetal position. It was rather cozy inside the dog. It reminded her of a few other choice bellies she had spent a good deal of time inside. A mighty quake passed through Arkona and he groaned loudly, leaving a sizable wet patch in the carpet underneath him.

He had done it. He had managed to completely encapsulate an entire other person. And it felt wonderful. Slowly, he got his breath back and tried his best to dress himself again. His shirt couldn't cover the whole of his new, pregnant stomach, nor could his pants actually contend with his new waistline. So he just let the gut hang out. He collected Alex's clothing, climbed up onto his paws, opened the door, and waddled unsteadily out into the living room.

As soon as the door opened, a cheer filled the room and applause ushered him to a seat on a nearby couch so he could watch the rest of the game. The dog plopped down on the sofa quite happily, not about to turn away the place to rest. Each step getting there was almost agony. The weight of the drox in his middle created a powerful jolt each time he put one paw in front of the other. He started to wonder how long he might be able to get away with this because he was losing himself in how grand it felt. Others gathered around him, leaning in to massage his well-stretched belly, which he did not at all turn down.

"Oh damn... this is... this is incredible." Arkona said breathlessly.

"Glad you're digging it so far. Wouldn't mind playing again sometime if we're lucky enough to catch one another," Alex replied with a grin, her voice muffled by the layers of flesh, fat, and fur hiding her, "But just in case we don't, I'd like to get my own finish.

She had not kept still since the moment she was completely encased in the dog. She squirmed and writhed, working to stretch him ever so gently. It left Arkona completely overwhelmed. And it ensured he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. What came next left him wide-eyed and fighting for breath all over again. The drox squirmed hard, turning herself around before angling herself properly. The dog then felt something trying to force its way back out of his petals. Instinctively, he crossed his legs and whimpered, thinking she was trying to slide back out of him. That was not her plan.

It took him a moment to figure out what was happening, but the sudden, steady swaying of his belly clued him in fairly quickly. The presence in his canal began to grind, gliding smoothly through him. It was a sort of 'in and out' motion, but since nothing was actually making it all the way out, it just felt like 'in and more in'. He tipped his head back and yowled as the drox in his womb humped away at him from inside. She was having sex with him, right there in plain view of everyone, even though no one could see her, or what exactly she was doing.

The wobbling of the dog's belly was enough of a hint that people started to cheer her on, squeezing the canine's middle to help her gain purchase. Alex growled and grunted as she thrust away, working the newfie back up in a way he couldn't refuse. She could do this to him and he was completely unable to stop her. And for some reason, that left him tingling powerfully all over. He reveled in the idea.

After at least ten minutes of his gut bouncing away in his lap, and his audience chanting and cheering, there came a cry of orgasm from under his fur. Arkona gasped and shivered powerfully as his petals pursed and clenched, soaking his boxers. Then came the stickiness that should have been going the other direction. The drox came at almost the same time, adding to the soaking Arkona's underwear was getting. The thick, viscous spunk soaked through his boxers, matted down the fur around his groin, and generally added to the scent of sex on him. He moaned as he finally could breathe once again and fell limp.

Alex had just used him for her own gratification, from inside him. She likely would be able to do that again without him having to give her permission. And if it always felt that good, she wouldn't need to ask. But he would need a new pair of pants if this kept up. The party unfolded before him, others taking their turns eating or being eaten in the typical--and sometimes not so typical--manner. It left him wondering just what all he could get away with if given license to.

As the party began to wind down, Arkona decided he had just about had all he could take. He needed to get home and 'take care of business'. His breath no longer ragged, and Alex's squirms having slowed--but not stopped--he felt like he stood a good chance of making it. He climbed back to his paws, then huffed as the weight of his new friend pulled on his spine and pushed down on his hips. He wasn't going to want to give this up anytime soon. He bundled up Alex's clothes under one arm, wrapped his arms around the great, heavy bulge, and began heading for the door.

It was a long walk back to the dorm, but he was determined to make it. The whole trip was spent with him acting like he was being given an electric shock with every step. It wasn't too far off. The sensation of holding someone inside him, the weight of them making it difficult for him to walk unhindered, the movement of the 'little' drox under his fur; it was all enough to make him want to stop and lean against a tree and work out his frustration then and there. But he resisted. Campus police didn't exactly like that kind of behavior.

Arkona reached his dorm building, then proceeded to curse and bless the stairs as he climbed his way up to his floor. He felt like he was about to fall back down a couple of times, but he managed to endure. When he finally made it to his room, he locked the door behind him, then threw himself down on his bed. The great dome housing the cute lady he had met only a few hours ago stood tall and proud over him. His paws roamed over the bulge, enraptured by it.

"God damn... why didn't anyone tell me that it felt so good to do this?" he asked, not to anyone in particular.

"It's not something 'polite' folks like to talk about. Come hang out with my family. We'll teach you all sorts of naughty things." the drox said with a giggle, pressing her muzzle out against the slick walls trapping her to give the dog a kiss.

"Your family sounds amazing." Arkona said, sounding exhausted.

"They really are," Alex replied, shifting softly before falling still to let him catch his breath again, "So, should I let you sleep? It sounds and feels like you made it to your bed."

"Can't sleep. To damn worked up." Arkona muttered, growling a little as he started to work his clothing back off.

Ever since the closet, his length had not softened in the slightest. And it had left a generous-sized wet spot in his jeans. He would need to wash those soon. Before he could get too deep into his desire to slake his lust, he intended to do a little more than just manually manipulate things. He eased down off his bed and crouched next to it. He huffed as his legs were forced apart by his great, tender belly. One paw remained there, running across the surface as if to keep it from escaping. The other rummaged around under his bed. A box was pulled out, then opened. Inside was an object of rubber latex. It was shaped in the form of a cone with a sharp taper at the bottom where it created a sort of gap, then flared back out into a wide disc. He hadn't used it in a while. This seemed like a reasonable time.

Arkona set the plug down on the floor and crouched over it. Before he did anything else, he reached back into the box and pulled out a small remote. He wanted it at the ready. Once he was sure the remote wasn't going to end up out of reach, he took a breath, then slowly pushed himself down onto the plug. His tail curled upward as soon as he felt the smooth intruder press against the pucker it was intended for. He grimaced and pushed downward further. He had purposefully gotten one of the larger ones. It was roughly as tall as the bottles of soda the vending machines dispensed. And a bit wider.

The dog huffed and growled as his cheeks were forced to spread around the plug, flesh stretching just like before, only a different region being abused this time. Alex couldn't tell what he was up to, but she could guess. She could feel something pushing in against her from somewhere nearby, not the way she had come in, but adjacent. She grinned as she put two and two together, and turned herself about, pointing nose down towards the firm ring of muscle keeping her thoroughly trapped.

A yip echoed through the small dorm room as Arkona let himself slip down far enough that his anus finally found the taper and clenched tight around it, pulling the plug in just as far as it was designed to allow. He panted and writhed, sitting there on the floor, his rectum nicely occupied while his womb was so heavily stretched. With some difficulty, he climbed his way back onto his paws, feeling it necessary to keep his stance wide because of what was mashed up under his tail.

The dog then turned and flopped back down on the bed and huffed loudly. He mashed the button on the remote and a powerful buzz vibrated away under his tail. Immediately, he practically melted, squirming gleefully as he lay there, enjoying his new state of being, unsure how long he would be allowed to maintain it. Alex felt that mighty buzz and grinned, deciding she needed to 'give him a paw'.

"Hang on big guy, I gotcha covered." the drox said.

The sensation of something pushing its way out of the dog's womb caught his attention. Was she preparing to hump him again? No, this was different. It was larger and longer. And it was pushing against his folds from inside. Soon, a paw emerged from between his legs, followed by much of the lady's arm and she began bending at the elbow until she had wrapped her fingers around the pregnant canine's shaft. She wasted no time at all in getting right into it. Her paw worked fast, pumping furiously. Clearly she had done this before.

Arkona just writhed atop his bed, paws on his belly, delighted by the fact that he didn't have to do anything. He clutched the remote tightly in one paw for a moment, then decided to throw caution to the wind. He cranked the plug's vibration as high as it was able to, then tossed the remote onto the bed, opting to simply forget about it. The buzz jiggled his insides and the drox inside him as well, leaving him in a drunken stupor.

The paw on his member carried on tirelessly, somehow knowing the best method given this unique situation to drive him towards climax. With so much new stimulation tearing through him, the dog wasn't going to last long. And he didn't bother trying to slow himself down. He just threw himself into it, letting the moment hit. And when it did, he howled loud enough for people three rooms down on either side to be able to hear him. A fountain of milky spunk gushed out onto his giant gut. His nethers squeezed hard on Alex's arm, trying to pull her back in where the canine's cunny thought she belonged. The walls surrounding the drox contracted and restrained her, making it difficult for her to keep going.

With so much working against her, Alex released the dog's still bucking spire and pulled her arm back in. She sighed in satisfaction, knowing that Arkona was probably going to pass out soon. She felt his paws press in on her from outside, holding her in place so he could make sure she wouldn't escape.

"Holy... fuck... that was... great." the dog panted out.

"Glad you enjoyed it. I know a thing or two about this sorta thing, after all. Come see me sometime, I'll introduce you to the family if they're not too busy." Alex replied.

"Maybe... sometime... really tired..." Arkona replied.

"The go ahead and get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." the drox said, slowly squirming about to curl up with her head pointed up towards the dog's chest.

The newfie whimpered softly as he felt the movement under his fur and paws. He wanted it to keep going, but Alex was pretty tired too. Pretty soon, neither could hold back the exhaustion and sleep took them both. The buzzing of the plug still trapped under Arkona's tail lulled them into a deep, comforting sleep.

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