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"Another good one."

"You really saved our asses back there."

"Hehe, you must have been distracted with mine."

Trading praises back and forth were a pair of jocks, being members of their college's football team. One of them was named Dallas, being a chocolate furred arcanine. His pelt was of different shades; the main body being a cinnamon color, while his pelt was a lighter peanut and the stripes along his backside being the darkest shade. Even his eyes were brown, the only contrast was his red nose. He wasn't the only uniquely colored pure fire-type.

Alongside him was Walken. This arcanine had a jet black pelt and white fur making up his mane and tufts. But the stripes were multicolored, each being a different color of the rainbow, starting from red at his arms and ending in violet at the ankles. Both of them were proud of their bodies, not only embracing their colors. They worked hard to maintain their bodies, having similar physiques; both pokémon were tall and bulky, having broad chests, a set of abs that showed beneath their fur, and generally fit the image of star players.

Dallas had been the first, enjoying a solid month of the spotlight before Walken joined the team. Rather than seeing each other as rivals, they grew close on the field and beyond, now even sharing a dorm. And at the moment, they had a lot to celebrate. It was another game won for their team. It was no secret that the pair of arcanines had often carried the other team members to victory. This made them very popular on campus, giving way to plenty of attention from other students who wanted to spend time with them, in more ways than one.

But they had something else in mind, a way of their own to celebrate the win waiting for them back at the dorm. Once changed, they cleaned up a bit and shut the lights off.

"You sure about this?" Walken asked as they returned to their dorm.

"Yup, I'm telling you. He loves it, just follow my lead." Dallas was getting pretty excited upon reaching their floor. It had been a while since he and his roommate had done this.

Inside of said dorm there was someone waiting for them. A chubby granbull by the name of Gordie was lying on a bunk bed on the left side of the room, the bottom one specifically. The top was meant for the "alpha canine" of the dorm. But nowadays there was a new addition, being just as capable as the first. Rather than fighting for the top spot, they teamed up to make it clear who stood on top within the four walls. The third bed was on the other side, being Walken's, solidifying his place within the dorm.

The dorm was comfortable thanks to the air conditioning being fixed. It combated the early fall's lingering heat. Checking the time, the fairy-type figured that the others would be returning soon. The wait was making him anxious. Just like Dallas, he was aware that it had been a while since they did their role-playing. But there was no better time than after another won game. Even without attending, the purple canine pokémon was certain that it was another victory.

The door opened, allowing the pair of fire-type's inside. Both tall and strong pokémon made themselves right at home. Coming with them was the strong musk that clung to their bodies, coming from their hard playing. Unlike the rest of the team, the others hadn't taken a shower afterwards. Their natural scents were enhanced by how hard they had been sweating from the outdoor heat and their efforts on the football field.

Gordie got up to meet them, his sensitive nose responding to the powerful odors that rose from the brown and rainbow furred pokémon. Just a small whiff was enough to make him shudder. This is what he had been waiting for. Of course, he indulged in their musk whenever he could, but there was something extra special about the pure and raw stench that could only be achieved via playing hard.

Neither of the accomplished athletes paid direct attention to the fairy-type. Instead they began to properly wind down, stretching and groaning before getting out of their sweaty clothes. The dampness of their pelts was enough to make their tank tops and shorts damp when put on. Next came their cleats and socks being taken off, clinging to their feet from how soaked they were.

Standing by, the shorter pokémon just took in the different kinds of musk that met his senses. Beyond the overall smell of their bodies, his canine nose could discern the finer details. From the earthy tones that wafted from their armpits and the deeper cheesy funk that came forth from their exposed footpaws, finally being freed from their confines.

Walken remained while Dallas walked past, approaching the other side of the room. His goal was the air conditioner, having its power button pressed. It was turned off, no longer pushing cool air into the room. This made it all the easier for the reek of athletic men to permeate the space. Meanwhile the black and rainbow colored canine remained standing before the bulldog-like pokémon. He wore a thin jock, purposely made to show off his junk when damp. It clung to his plump sheath, showing off all its smaller details and just underneath were his fluffy furred balls, being cradled by the jockstrap's cup.

With eyes glued on him, Walken made a show of his body, reaching down to slowly peel off and pull down the garment, finally exposing himself. The moment it came down, the tip was already peaking out, spreading the sheath wider as it slid further out. The rest of the dark red cock followed after it, totaling a thick eight inches that included an even bigger knot right behind. Dallas returned to his side, having taken off his shorts and boxers as well, giving the smaller male a full view of their knotted cocks, fully erect and glistening with fresh sweat.

"Another won game. You know what that means, runt?" Dallas asked, growling out the last word. Walken was a bit surprised but remembered that this was what Gordie liked. The purple furred canine wasn't given the time to answer. "It's time you get off your ass and make yourself useful!"

"On your back, runt!" Walken joined, directing the granbull to get down and roll over.

Rolling over, the runt of the three member pack was subjected to two hot damp soles, one belonging to each jock. The both of them chuckled while rubbing and grinding their soles against the lying canine's face. Gordie accepted the treatment, letting out a muffled moan when taking in the distinctively cheesy scents of their footpaws.

"Been a long day, even before the game. I could use a warm tongue to massage my feet. What about you, Dall?" Walken asked, pressing his big toe into the granbull's mouth. His friend nodded and the two of them paused to get themselves comfortable, sitting down on the rainbow dog's bed, beckoning for their pet to approach.

They watched as he kept low, crawling towards the pair of fire-type's. The sweat of both males had been rubbed into the fur of his face already, reaching his nose with every inhale. When reaching them, he lied down and leaned his face forwards, pressing his face into Walken's feet. He just couldn't help but take in deep long whiffs. The soles were so hot, and keeping his nose pressed directly to them of course made the smell even stronger, immediately swamping his mind when taking it in directly.

"Get licking, bitch!" Walken snapped. Gordie shuddered from the title and got busy putting his tongue to use. Being a perfect compliment to the thick funk, the strongly bitter taste that assaulted his taste buds. If the sounds he made while licking didn't make his enjoyment clear, he could feel his own erection twitching against the floor. Even as he began to feel a bit winded the licking didn't cease. The flavor was delightful, being the perfect thing to really keep him excited and feeling dirty.

When slathering the sole in his own saliva, the attention was now the thick toes. Walken gave them a wiggle to further entice the shorter pokémon. He put his thick and long tongue to use, grinding and swirling it around each digit. The pure flavor of salt was slathered over the soft muscle, even more so when reaching in between each of the digits. All the while, the smell of it was still being taken in, getting him hooked on both the taste and scent.

"Good... Now back to Dallas."

Complying with the wish and getting busy, Gordie began to worship the soles he was more familiar with. Though it was fun to explore someone new, he put all of his effort into cleaning up the brown arcanine's feet. He filled his lungs with the tart odor and got his tongue remarked in bitter toe sweat. While doing so, the granbull was panting and drooling, practically getting high on them both. Attention was given to the toes as well, suckling on the digits on one foot while using his paws to massage the other.

The two arcanines watched him work. Walken was getting a handle on this role-playing thing. Just like Dallas he was aware of his actions, not wanting to go too far. But for the time being, it was clear that Gordie was enjoying the harsh words and treatment being done to them. When licking all five digits on the first foot clean, the second one was given similar treatment. Dallas sighed from the tingles and light pleasure that came from the hot sloppy tongue rolling over each toe individually.

When having their fill with the foot play, the pair decided to take things up a notch. Dallas hung back a bit, giving Walken a chance to be serviced by their pet. This was their first time role playing after all.

"Get in there nice and deep. Lick harder!" With the options available to him, Walken chose to get Gordie on his bed. But there wasn't a chance to get comfortable, at least for him. The fire-type sat himself down on the chubby fairy-type's face. He ground his sweaty ass against the soft lips and twitching nose, marking the needy slut with the deeper funk.

Just as commanded, Gordie began to lick at the hole, being met with a new taste. Along with the heavy bitterness of sweat, he also got the light flavor of the arcanine's insides. It didn't take long to smear his spit all over the winking entrance. He pushed the muscle inside, using it to clean thoroughly in a similar manner to Walken's toes. He hummed while grinding along the flexing walls, feeling them squeezing down on it.

"Fuck... That's right. Keep eating out my hole! You like that you dirty mutt?" Walken panted, starting to ride the bulldog's face. Sure the jock wasn't certain at first, but was beginning to get used to it and was enjoying the worship. The smaller male was so needy and desperate to please, being clearly turned on by being used and degraded.

Dallas sat down on the bed next to them and busied himself by playing with the pinned granbull's tailhole, lubing his fingers with spit before pushing them inside. When doing so, a muffled moan broke out, making the dominating males share a laugh. While Walken was getting his fill on the fat tongue eating him out, Dallas was doing some exploring of his own, pushing and twisting two fingers around inside of the soft hole. It was just begging to be filled with something more.

Gordie was given enough room to breathe but every breath of air was polluted with the heavy musk of the jock's muggy ass. It was pressed so close to his face. If the heavy foot stink that clung to his facial fur wasn't enough, there was no doubt that he would be walking away from this reeking heavily of the bigger male's smelliest parts. He couldn't find back the moans that came from two thick fingers suddenly pushing their way into his tailhole, pushing their way in deep and grinding roughly against his tender walls. His cock was straining from the stimulation and intoxicating smell, but there wasn't anything he could do about it at the moment...

Dallas had his chance to choose and opted for something that the two of them could do together. Gordie had been made to get on his knees. He was still panting and drooling openly from their cocks being pressed to his face, rubbing along his nose, lips, and the sides of his snout, marking him in yet another kind of musk. Being sandwiched in between two hot smelly dudes, the granbull was practically overwhelmed by the unfiltered masculine stink. The dampness and stink of two cocks and four balls were being smeared all over his face, having marked him in layers of body funk at this point.

"Alright, pup. You can suck on them now," Dallas gave the permission and grunted when the mouth was already working on his shaft. Having been made to hold back for 2 whole minutes, Gordie made up for lost time by licking messily and jerking with his paws. He just wanted to please his alphas in any way he could.

"Ooh, fuck... Good slut..." Walken groaned. "Come suck the sweat from my ball fur." It was his turn to moan as soft lips that hot mouth had engulfed his sweat soaked nuts. They were stuffed into the purple dog's mouth and dutifully slurped on. While cleaning them with his tongue, he kept pumping his hand up and down on Dallas' cock, hearing their paired moans fill the dorm room. At this point the room smelled heavily of their pungent odors and it would likely linger for a while, even after they were done.

The pleasure was traded back and forth between the arcanine's, with the hot mouth and pumping paws that kept the pleasure going. Neither one of them was left without stimulation. Dallas gripped his pet's head, pushing it down while Gordie slurped on his dick. He took the chance to fuck the beta pup's mouth, grunting as he pumped his shaft over the broad tongue and even down into the hot and tight throat. It didn't last for very long, pulling out so Walken could do the same. Gordie gagged and shuddered as the sweaty shaft was jammed into his muzzle, being rubbed back and forth from the muscular pokémon rocking his hips roughly. Not only was he giving pleasure to the stronger guys but he stayed true to his duty of cleaning up with his tongue, flicking and grinding it along in order to collect the strong tasting sweat.

" You make a good cocksleeve. Come on, I wanna feel that tight throat on my dick! Swallow it down!" Dallas snarled, pushing his cock deep into the submissive pokémon's windpipe, enjoying the warmth and squeezes done on his cock. "Keep showing me what a good fucking slut you are! You're our beta bitch, only meant to serve his alphas."

Gordie nodded while still having his head being tugged back and forth roughly. His hand was full of Walken's pulsing dick and he could feel strings of precum being spurt on the side of his face, marking in the spicy scent of the hot fluid.

***

Both jocks were getting close to their limits but they wanted to finish strong. They did some brainstorming until finding the perfect way to get off altogether. Dallas snapped his fingers and the purple canine pokémon came approaching. "Come on, it's time for you to take our loads. That's right, both of us."

When in their reach, the tubby granbull was grabbed and lifted by both jocks. In their grasp he could feel their toned bodies pressing to either side of him. And with it were both of their cocks, the pointed tips both prodding at his hole, already stretched and prepared for entry. Neither said anything, making the pushes to shove themselves inside at about the same time. Gordie yelped and squirmed from both thick shafts wedging their way into his hole, having nothing but spit and the pre spurting from their tips to aid him.

Luckily the pent up state of Dallas and Walken gave plenty of precum for them to work with. One of them humped a few inches into the snug hole and the other followed suit to catch up. Another yelp came from the chubby bulldog pokémon, having his hole being stuffed with more than he even had before.

"Fuck..." Dallas groaned, starting to rock his hips, having it rub in between the softness of the sloppy anal walls and the underside of Walken's cock. He hugged the smaller male's body tighter while moving his hips faster, chasing the building feeling of his not so distant climax. Panting hard just like him was the rainbow furred arcanine was rocking his own pelvis with both speed and power, also loving the incredible pleasure and tightness.

Things only got better when their thrusts became uneven, rubbing their cocks against each other while stuffing their slut's hole with more cock than ever taken before. He was moaning aloud between them, having his depths and sweet spots repeatedly beaten without relent. The jocks were no less rough with him, gripping his body roughly, growling and muttering dirty things in his ears while pounded away, trying to chase their own climaxes.

In the middle of it all, Gordie soon howled and shook hard, being pushed past his own limits. He came hard, shooting his load across Dallas' abs and chest. The bigger male wasn't concerned about that, being very close to his own limits. Walken seemed to be in the same state, panting and lolling his tongue. They pressed close to the purple dog between them, both snarling as they reached their limits, pushing every inch but their knots inside as they marked Gordie's hole heavily with two separate streams. They both held onto him until they gave every drop that they could give.

~

"That was fun, right?" Dallas asked, still panting a bit.

"Yeah. More fun than I expected," Walken admitted. "Are you alright, Gordie?"

"Yep, just fine," the granbull assured. It had been a strain towards the end but he was able to walk away unscathed. "Now come on. We all need a shower..."