Summer was over all too soon for Jessie the little red squirrel boy, it always was. And with the end of summer it was back to school once more. After a long day at school, attending advanced classes for his age, he once more found himself riding that hot, noisy, crowded school bus home from school. The ride took over an hour every day as he lived so far from school and there where so many kids to drop off between his home and school. 

Jessie was always one of the first kids on the bus so he had his choice of seating and had found a favorite seat near the back that had an emergency exit window, which was almost twice as large as most other windows and offered more leg room. At least it normally would offer more leg room, but since this was over one of the wheel arches of the bus it was often viewed as the worst seat on the bus. But not to Jessie. Ingenuitive as he was, he took to putting his backpack on the wheel arch and more or less turned this seat into a chaise lounge that let the young boy stretch out, kick up his feet, and most days, listen to music on his cd player. 

Jessie was a bit of an oddball in his school, not fitting in with any clique, not able to hang out with any one group in particular. The real fringe cliques like the goths, metal heads,  and the nerds allowed him to join them, but he was not part of any of them, he was an outcast.

His deeply religious school here in the backwoods of Nowhere County, just outside the  Town of Worthless™, was ruled by the religious sects and he was a deeply un-religious person. More over he he was clearly more into boys than he ‘should be’, according to the sects. While he was still into girls, this made it hard for him to interact with anyone. The rumor was he was gay. Even if he insisted he liked girls, even the girls themselves treated him like he was gay. This ment totally disqualifying him from being anything more than their ‘brother’ or ‘gay-guy-friend’ for the most part.

Being called gay by the males had seen him harrassed and held at knife point by some of the jocks. But he did his best to ignore it all. Being left alone was always the best day for him. And since no one wanted to sit with him, in the ‘worst seat’ on the bus, he often was thankfully left alone on the bus ride home. Just how he liked it.

But; in spite of all of this he did have 2 people he considered friends. More or less because they where friends by proximity rather than friends of fit, or desire. One was the jock and popular kid Eddy, the Coyote-dog hybrid. He was always picking on Jessie, and even if he knew Jessie was not purely gay, he still picked on him every day. Jessie lowkey hated Eddy, and Eddy was no fan of Jessie either. But since they where practically neighbors they where only a short bike ride from one another, and there where no other kids who lived near for miles around. They where tentatively considered friends.

Well, no other kids but Anaya. She was Jessies’ closest, and only actual friend. She was a cute young filly who had accepted him as who he was. He had spent many summers with Anaya since her mother was a stay at home mom, and took care of Anaya and the house they lived at. It was with her he got to confirm that he liked girls too.

In the summers he spent with her, Anaya’s mother had often sent him into her bedroom early in the morning to watch TV in there while she slept. He plugged his headphones into the TV and watched cartoons with her still in bed, like Anaya’s mother intended. But what Anaya’s mother didn't know is that Anaya slept in the nude instead of her jammies or night gown. And while Jessie thought Anaya saw him as more of a brother, truth was she was none too shy and so didn't care he saw her ”nudie parts” as she called them. This had made for some awkward times for him, but poor Jessie never knew she was really hitting on him, and indeed had a crush on him all this time. 

But that is another story for another day.

On this day, Anaya set in the seat in front of Jessie on the bus, alone reading her book. And Eddy set behind Jessy with his other jock friend Dusty the rabbit.  Jessie leaned over the seat to talk to Anaya, and with a cute squeak of a squirrel bark greeted her and asked “Heya~ Anaya! Plans for this evening? I got a new car game! I know you don't like cars so much but we can also just talk an’ stuff!” Anaya was reading her book and sighed deeply before slowly closing it and turning to look back at him with tears welling in her eyes. “No, sorry Jess... Mom and dad are fighting still and they don't want me going out anywhere... I really wish I could but I know they will say no...”

With this Jessie went to hug Anaya, but as he leaned over the seat, the crochety ole crock of a bus driver shouted “SIT THE FUCK DOWN DAMNIT!” Prompting Jessie to fall back in the seat with such a speed it was as if some one had turned the gravity up to maximum for a second. He leaned forward now and whispered between the crack of the seats to her “I'm sorry... I'd come over if I could but I know they’d also turn me away... Call me if it gets too bad alright?”

This left Jessie alone for the evening. That is unless he invited  his so called friend Eddy over. He sighed, grumbled, and turned behind him whispering between the seats to Eddy; “Hey... Eddy. Got that new car game for my gamestation. Want to come play some?” Eddy’s friend Dusty chortled and ribbed Eddy “You wanna spend your evening with a faggot like him Ed? Hah! Screw off queer!” Dusty barked at Jessie over the seat. Eddy responded for himself “Sorry Jess, dad has me cleaning out the chicken coup tonight because I got a D. I’ll kick your butt in that car game tomorrow.” To which Dusty shouted loudly “GAAAAAAAYYYY!” and laughed, and snorted at the otherwise very normal interaction between two people.Jessie, not wanting any more hostility deflated some and just settled back in slipping on those cheap crappy headphones and resting the rest of the way home. 

Miles of farmlands passed outside his window, that long red fur of his fluttering in the breeze of those open windows, the loud roaring of kids making merry on the bus drowned out by the sounds of his metal, alternative rock, and industrial Cds. When the bus turned down his road he noticed a crew of bucket trucks working on the phone poles, the stickers on the side of the trucks telling him it was Bell-Corp. His phone service. “Great... no net today then either.” He sighed to himself as he banged his head back against that seat lightly. It was not long till he was at his stop, where he slowly stood up, hoisted that hefty bag up on his back, and hopped off the bus to be greeted by his dog Buster and his mother’s swarm of house cats; But no one else.

And if you’re wondering how there can be animal people and normal animals, fuck you this is my story! D:{

Jessie walked up the long driveway to his little farm house, unlocked the door, walked into the house and all but threw that immensely heavy book bag that weighed about half as much as he did. It landed on the seat his stepdad used to claim as his own, at least before his mom kicked him out. It was just Jessie and his mom now. And that's how he liked it.

His mother worked hard and long hours just to provide for them. His house was not big, but not tiny either. It was full of animals all the time, but all the same he always felt so alone in it. His mom was gone before he got up, long before the sun had even risen since he woke at sunrise to feed animals, and didn't get home till just moments before dark. This left Jessie alone with his shitty computer that had barely working dile up, and his game station he got only 1 new game for per year. Having a total of 3 games for it now, even though the Gamestation 2 was already out.

Due to all of this he’d taken up ‘playing’ with his dog Buster almost every day in that time after school but before his mom got home. Most days he had plenty of time before his mom would ever come home, and as long as there was no note on the counter he could reliably predict she’d never catch him. Even then he still always went out to his shop and ‘locked’ the door so she’d never suspect a thing. There had been a few close calls over the weeks he’d been doing this but, nothing near as bad as that first time.

Knowing he’d have no friends over, no mother at home, no internet, he figured it was once more time to go out to the shop and have some fun. After all; he’d had a hard day of being picked on and tormented by the other kids so he deserved a little bliss. He looked at the dog and smiled wide before asking, “Heya’ buddy, ready to go play?” As soon as he did the dog barked loudly at him and rushed over to the door, and started to tapdance at it. His whole body wiggled around as his tail thrashed madly behind him smacking everything behind him, the wall, and the legs of chairs, and cats alike. Jessie snickered and loved seeing how excited Buster got for his ‘fun time’. Jessie walked over ruffled Buster’s head before opening the door, which the dog slammed through the second he heard the screen door’s latch click open. The dog all but threw that door wide open and darted out to the shed, now repeating his tap dancing and wiggle performance outside the shed door as well.

Jessie admittedly was just as excited, his heart was already racing, all but aflutter in his throat as he felt his fur standing on end. An almost electric sensation coursing up and back down his spine as he was preparing himself for the fun to come. He went out to the shop and opened the lock, the dog rushing over to that now well used bench seat to wait. 

Without Wane’s car, motorcycle and 3-wheeler in the shop anymore, there was a lot more space in there. And without so many tools and no one who came out here but his mother ever so rarely, he’d been able to bring out some other stuff and made this also a hangout for him and his friends. Board games, comics, books, and all sorts of other stuff was out there now.

Jessie walked over to the shoddily built wooden work bench in the corner opposite his seat, the mower, and tire chair he let Eddy use on game nights. He pulled out an old coffee tin of spare nails, screws, and bolts and smirked as he opened it up. What no one else knew is that the ratty old can contained a secret in it. He poured the contents onto the workbench and as he did the dog started squirming and dry humping the air in excitement. Jessie pulled out a mostly used tube of lube he’d stolen from a store a while back. He felt his heart’s pace pick up further seeing this tube, and smelling the dog’s arousal already. He casually walked back over towards that soft truck seat stopping by the lawnmower parked against the same wall it was pushed up against. 

He wished he was able to wear something other than this stupid uniform, but as it was it was the only thing his school allowed. So he had to take extra care not to get it dirty or forbid the thought, ripped. As such he had taken to totally disrobing and throwing the clothes on the seat of the old lawnmower as that happened to be the cleanest place in the whole shop now.

He put the tube of lube on the hood of the mower that was right beside that bench seat, and slipped off  his dark maroon uniform shirt. His svelte body being so soft with his thick bushy fur, that rusty red fur of his being darkest down his spine, leading to an almost black-brown crest down his back and on top of his head for his spiky fauxhawk like hair. But in starch contrast to that dark red fur on his back, across his belly was the softest, warm cream color fur that ran from the bottom of his chin, along the front of his neck and down the insides of his arms a little, but mostly sticking to his chest and stomach. 

He shivered some as he disrobed; his fur bristling and fluffing up now that it was free of that shirt. And soon, his deft little paws where at his slacks, undoing them quickly and letting them slide part way down his legs only to be caught by his knees as they pinched closed to stop them falling too far. Propping himself against that mower’s hood as he leaned over and grabbed the pants before they got balled up on the floor and all filthy. 

But as he bent over, Buster could wait no longer and as soon as the base of his tail was revealed, along with those tight, plush cheeks, that dog’s ice cold nose was right up in between them. This prompted a squeak from Jessie as he huffed and was shoved briskly against the hood of that mower by that aggressive noseing of the dog.

He chuckled feeling that warm tongue go to town on his tight little pink pucker under that enormous bushy tail. The dog paid no mind to the cream colored orbs that dangle in front of its face, focused entirely on the boy’s soon to be quite sore ass. And the boy didn't bother to try and stop the dog who started rimming him there and then, tongue lapping hard against that fleshy star. The squirrel boy huffed as he slipped free of those pants and somewhat folded them, more or less just enough so they’d not hang off that seat before he tossed them over. Dog still hounding him and lapping at his backside, he grabbed that lube and walked over to the bench seat all but falling onto his hands and knees on it.

From behind, the dog had a clear view of the boy’s lovely red and cream fur, that bit of cream running down his thighs, with those cream colored orbs dangling between them. Jessie’s jewels were still quite small as he’d not quite come of age yet. That cream color fur led up under the boy’s tail where it ran about three quarters up his tail on the underside. The boy flicked his tail in instinctive joy, the bushy appendage having a mind of its own sometimes. Only to then flip his tail back over him, revealing that tight, pink, glistening pucker that was now covered in the dog’s saliva.

Meanwhile the dog’s own sheath had grown rather fat and swollen at this point as trickles of pre drooled out from the fluffy sheath’s tip, where every so often a little sliver of that red rocket would peek through. Jessie looking back, and getting an eye full of this all as he purred loudly. The dog had been well trained by Jessie at this point. He knew he could rim Jessie any time he wanted. 

And so he did just that, diving that muzzle and ice cold snout back under that warm bushy tail where he lapped ferociously between those cheeks, all but knocking Jessie over with the forward force of that snout in his backside. Jessy squeaked and shiver, huffing as the dog’s tongue found its way inside his backside briefly. It was rare he ever got his tongue in, but it was not unheard of and made Jessie moan and squirm in delight when it happened.

But the dog was also trained enough to know that if he wanted to mount up, he had to stop, sit, and wait for the order. So after a few more passionate seconds of french kissing that pink pucker, the dog took a big sniff there under that tail and sat down beside the seat, wagging its tail and waiting not so patiently.

Jessie took that bottle of lube and poured a healthy amount on his middle finger, moving it to his backside and rubbing that silky smooth liquid on his saliva coated back side, popping that finger briefly in to make sure the inner rim was also coated and ready. After all, the dog had 2 speeds, stop, and go go go. He had to be ready. 

While doing this the dog’s nose had caught scent of the little squirrel’s own arousal, nose drifting down under the front of the boy between his legs and starting to lapp at the squirrel’s own little cream colored sheath that’s tip was matted with pre. Jessie had trouble getting his cock out of his sheath when all fours like this, but loved his sheath teased anyway, and soon  that warm tongue at it made him shiver and whimper quietly.

Once he was lubed up, he looked over to the dog and gave the order shakily “M-mount boy!” to which the dog did just that, pulling its muzzle from that little sheath and soon hoping on Jessie’s back. Now biting at the scruff of the boy’s neck, the dog growled and grumbled while that warm thick sheath slapped hard at the boy’s ass, not finding home. Buster was often far too eager to be accurate at all, so Jessie moved a paw to the tip of that fat sheath, squeezing it as it squirted out some pre across the boy’s backside since it was so full of pre along with the swollen cock nestle within. 

After just a second more of thrusting blindly, the boy had guide that plump, plush, sheath’s tip right up against his young pucker, and without any hesitation, the moment the dog felt that warmth on the tip of his cock, he SLAMMED himself forward, almost knocking over the squirrel again as the dog growled deeply in carnal bliss and started pumping that massive cock into the poor little squirrel that was left totally at the mercy of this beast.

The sound of panting arose from the both of them amongst the moist squelches that came every once in a while. That thick sheath of the dog being so full of precum at this point that every time he shoved that cock in, it squirted more pre out from around the sheath over the squirrel boy’s cheeks and helped to lube that tiny little star that was now being pounded hard and fast by that warm, thick, throbbing crimson cock of the dog. Panted, moaned whimpers came, along with tears rolling down the boy’s cheek again. In trying to save the last bit of lube he’d not used enough this time and it was almost as painful as that very first time that had left him bloody.

The chorus symphony of sexual noises was splashed with quiet growls from the dog that bit and slathered at the nape of the squirrel’s neck. The rhythmic thumping of that dog’s hips against the squirrel’s soft plush rump, and the occasional bell like ‘ting!’ sound of the dog’s tail smacking the hollow tube that was the bumper of the lawnmower behind them. All accompanied by the myriad of pleasured and pained noises that came from the little squirrel who huffed like a steam engine, moaned and bellowed like a sow giving birth, and let slip little whimpers of pain all the while that cock was so deeply violating his little body.

There amidst the rush of it all, the dog was already getting close to climax, never lasting very long at all as he poured his every ounce into the deed. And with his knot starting to make wet pops in and out of the boy’s tight ass, the squirrel knew what was coming next and even if he prepared himself, and grip at that seat with his claws, he could not help but yelp out with each pop as the knot grew larger and larger. And just like always before, it would eventually pop in, and not come free any longer. This came with the first of many hard tugs on that knot that would finish off the dog, to the sound of the young boy letting out muffled squeaks and yelps of pain from the tugging.

With that cock now lodged in his backside the boy pant and whimper, looking down to see his own sheath slowly drool a long crystal clear bead of pre down onto that seat he was kneeling on all fours on. He never pawed himself off while the dog was pounding him, to him it seemed almost disrespectful to paw himself while someone else was giving him pleasure. As if saying they where not enough, or he was not focused entirely on them. A submissive trait of his that likely would see use later in his life. 

But for now, it was ritual to him, the dog had his way, knotted him and only once the dog was done with him, and slipped that leg over the boy’s back and stood facing away from him, all but ignoring the little squirrel, was the squirrel able to feel like he could, or more, was allowed to pleasure himself. 

And just like always, the dog did just that, his final thrusts coming with harsh throbs within the boy's tummy, a lump in that smooth cream colored belly’s fur seen throbbing with every pump of puppy seed into that squirrel’s body. And like clock work, the dog’s hind leg came over the boy’s back, leaving the dog’s cock within his backside, which spun around within him and made the boy moan aloud with a deeply panted whimper. 

Now being totally ignored by the dog who used him as a cum dump, the boy finally moved a paw down to his own sheath, starting to stroke it, gripping the sides of that plump sheath that was now just as full of pre as the dog’s own was before this began. Using two fingers he pinched the shaft within that sheath and pumped hard and fast, whimpering, moaning, and his ass clenching hard around that knot’s stem while he shuddered and grew weak with all the pleasure he was in.

And while his body was still too young to cum properly, his mind knew well the ecstasy of orgasm, and it was soon approaching. Like a rushing river, speeding up, the white noise in his mind like the roaring sound of a waterfall, that mist of water rising like a white fog enveloping his senses. All from the approaching cliff that his mind was careening headlong towards, that final explosion of dopamine, and bliss was almost there! He stroked faster, and pumped harder on that little sheath , whimpering loudly, biting his lower lip hard, and, and!

It was all entirely interrupted by the sound he least wanted to hear as he lay on that edge of oblivion. The sound of the shed being unlocked and opened.

He’d been caught. He could only guess his mother came home early, that she’d been let go before her shift ended. He was so dead, he knew he was so freaking dead. He tugged in a panic at that knot, whimpering and shuddering out little yelps and squeaks before the door was opened and in flooded that bright light of the outside, washing out the sight of some figure standing in the door for a moment.

In the doorway now was his ‘friend’ Eddy. That one guy he only barely put up with because they lived close enough to bike to see each other. And seeing the dog knotted to the little squirrel, Eddy could not help but burst out laughing and almost fell over from it as well. Eddy; the coyote cackle like the american jackal that he was and leaned against the entryway of that shop pointing and laughing at the squirrel who’d until just seconds earlier was in total bliss but was now in his own total hell.

“Wow you really are a faggot after all!” Was the first actual words to escape the coyote's lips as he guffawed at the whimpering squirrel, and now barking dog. The dog loved Eddy, and with a sharp tug, drug Jessie off that seat, and caused him to once more roll onto his back as he was drug across the sharp unfinished concrete flooring of that shop. All this only made Eddy laugh harder, now crying with laughter, as the little squirrel was upside down, fully exposed to Eddy  who was able to see that still throbbing lump in the squirrel’s tummy and the fact he’d been drug over by that cock only further proving what had been going on.

“Oh man everyone is going to love this!” Eddy said, still laughing and wiping tears from his eyes. This made Jessie finally respond with something besides whimpers and sobs. “N-no, no, no Please!! Don't tell anyone! They already treat me like hell...” Eddy chuckles to himself and smirks, “Oh? Alright then, give me your gamestation!” To which Jessie responded “No... I ca-” only to be cut off, “No!? You don't have a choice here stupid!”

Jessie took a second to set himself up on his elbows looking up at him and said “I would but mom won’t allow it... You know that...” Eddy, still cackling to himself, leaned down and ruffled the dog some since it was trying to climb on him while its cock was still buried in that little squirrel. Aloof this teasing and ruffling the dog making the little squirrel he was attached to moan and shudder as that cock was wriggled around within him and teased at his prostate. Eddy once more laughed at this as he spoke “Is that so? Well too bad for you then. No game station no deal. I'm telling EVERYONE!” He laughed more as the squirrel whimpered and quickly blurted out “D-don't tell anyone... and I’ll give you a blowjob...”

This was met with another bout of laughter before Eddy rebuttal “Look at you being a desperate little faggot. You know I'm only into girls queer.” Jessie made the next point as clear as possible. “But you yourself said, ‘head is head’ and I know you want a blowjob so bad but your girlfriend won't give you one... We both know she has never done anything like that and wants to wait for marriage. Do you want to wait 5 more years?  You can't get married till you’re 18! And she still won't know how to do it... I’ve been practicing with Buster, I can get him to cum in only 30 seconds! You won't find anyone else who will do it for you, and even then no one who can do it as good as I will!”

This made Eddy stop laughing finally. Looking away he thought for a moment. “Im no queer, you dumbshit.” he said, though the tone of his voice made Jessie realize, it was not final. Jessie spoke up, “I’ll do your homework so you don't get Ds anymore! No more cleaning the chicken coup... You know i'm in the gifted classes, I can get you As!”

Eddy huffed and sighed looking down to the crying, scraped and bloody backed squirrel who’s stomach still pulsed with the outline of that dog’s cock. He looked dead in Jessie's eyes and snarled “Fine.... But I want you to suck my dick while you do my homework every time too faggot!” Jessie, realizing this was non negotiable by this tone nodded rapidly and accepted the offer, simply adding “But PLEASE don't tell! And I mean NO ONE!”

Eddy sighed and held up the scout’s salute and said “Scout's honor. You keep your word, I keep mine. And that means if you’re not as good as you say you are, im telling anyway you hear?! You promised me you’d do it good so don't try and back out or half ass this shit fag...”  

Finally, Eddy stepped inside and closed the door behind him so no one would see into the dimly lit shop who only saw light through the cracks in the boards of the walls and holes in the tin roof. The shed who’d seen many game nights among them, not being revealed as the den of Jessie’s sexual deviance.

Eddy walked past the pair, leaving his ‘friend’ on his back, with a cock in his ass before he sat on the old tires turned seat that he always sat in on the other side of the bench seat. Eddy stared daggers at Jessie before gesturing in impatient frustration “Well? The fuck are you waiting for fag. My dick isnt going to suck itself.”

Jessie, tears rolling down his face, cock still in his sore ass whimpered, his ears splayed back against his head, twitching with every time he was called that. “C-can you not call me that? Please?” Eddy chortle and scoff “Fuck no! You have a dick in your ass, and are about to suck my dick aren't you? That makes you a fag!” Jessie whimpered at this and hated being called that. It had been used against him so long that it was perhaps the most painful word he knew. But he had no choice for now other than to endure.

He rolled himself over with a whimpered moan and crawl back to that seat, the dog slowly backpedaling behind him growling in protest as he gave a few harsh tugs making the squirrel yelp and whimper, and the jackal hybrid in the corner chuckle more at seeing Jessie in distress.

Jessie crawled onto that seat on all fours, his back scratched and bleeding, his knees and palms also scraped and bloody from that harsh concrete floor. He gets on that seat and brushes his hands and knees off from the loose chunks of cement and tiny rocks that had gotten lodged in them. On all fours he looked to Eddy who had now put his arms behind his head.

Eddy reeked of sweat from the hot ride on the bus and the hard work of cleaning his chicken coup earlier. Jessie whimpered and moved a paw to start undoing the front of the work jeans Eddy had on, freeing the yote’s own sheath to the air before the scent of the yote’s sweat and musk of male bits hit the squirrel’s nose. He didn't like the stink of the sweat, but the scent of that somewhat more developed male’s bits made him quiver. Though Eddy was a half a year younger than him, Eddy was an early bloomer, and Jessie was a late bloomer. This means that even though Jessie was older, he could not even cum yet, while Eddy’s cock was already larger than his own just from the difference of species, but because Jessie had not come of age yet, his cock was tiny in comparison. Even from here, just seeing that white furred sheath, Jessie knew it was going to be bigger than his. Again to be expected but also something Jessie took particular note of.

Jessie was hesitating, just looking at it and noticing how the orbs of Eddy started to squnch up to his body as the trepidation of the situation set in for him too. Eddy barked out what he hoped would be a confidant “Well? Get going!” Only to have himself almost stutter in the sentence.

Jessie whimpered, and lowered his muzzle to that sheath before placing a paw on the base of it. And without any further adieu, kissed his lips to the slit of that sheath and in one motion from head and hand, pulled that sheath down and sucked up that cock, never letting it get exposed to the outside air as he kissed that furry sheath all the way down.

Eddy was soft, and even soft was a good 4 inches long, and that baculum within his cock, that hard bone, telling Jessie he better be ready for him to be hard because he’d easily be 5 inches long including that knot. And while that may not be massive, to his little muzzle, it was right at his limit since he didn't know how to deep throat. 

Jessie bob his head, sucking hard on that soft canine cock as he whimpered around it. And while Jessie was focused on the sensation of that throbbing knot and rod in his ass, he was also keenly aware of the taste of that cock that was in his maw now. The main flavor for now being that salty taste of pre and sweat from the tip of the other boy’s sheath. But these sensations on his rod left Eddy speechless, the loudest braggart, the most annoying chatty asshole was finally silent for once. All Eddy could do was close his eyes, place his paws on the squirrel’s head and growl out the name of  his girlfriend “Ooohhh god.... Sinthia.”

Jessie should have expected this but it was not something his brain could have prepared for with the rush of things going on around him at this point. Being called by Eddy’s girlfriend’s name made him gag as he gulped on the tip of that cock, only to be met by another moan from Eddy who shoved Jessie’s face harder against that smelly crotch. 

Jessie whimpered and struggled a second before he relaxed. The tip of that quickly hardening cock touched the back of his throat for a second making him gag and sputter some but he quickly regained composure and started using that tongue to caress and slather that cock with his saliva.

Jessie slowly started bobbing his head up and down on that cock, using  his fingers to pinch at the base of the cock where he knew canine’s had a secret of sorts, a biological sweet spot behind the knot that told canines when to flare the knot, and to hurry towards climax so they could inseminate their partner as quickly and effectively as possible. 

Massaging this spot behind the yote’s knot inside that sheath made Eddy growl and thrust hard up against his muzzle, and hold Jessie’s head down hard against his crotch. Jessie only able to whimper and huff through his nose as at the same time, Buster his dog went into a tugging bout, something he’d do every 15 mins or so to see if he could get free. 

The feeling of that cock in his ass still; that sensation of it throbbing and pumping into his little body, matched by the throbbing in his muzzle for the first time as Eddy growl and started grabbing Jessie by his ears firmly making Jessie whimper loudly as tears rolled down  his cheeks more while he was face fucked by Eddy who’s cock had all but sprung to full size with the teasing of that space behind his knot. That teasing had made Eddy’s knot even start to swell, that bulb of flesh and blood throbbing hard just outside of Jessie’s lips as soon Eddy shoved his face down harder, forcing that knot into Jessie’s muzzle, and the tip of that cock into his throat unwillingly! Jessie gag and gulp around it, but was forcefully held there, tugging hard to get away but being overwhelmed by the powerful jock who forced him to take the entirety of  his cock that throbbed and swell to its fullest in his maw and throat.

Eddy was already close, his breathing had grown much sharper and Jessie could feel his body trembling beneath his skilled ministrations. And while it had not been as quick as 30 seconds it was clear that the tricks he learned with Buster worked on other canines. Jessie, wanting this over as quick as possible put that knowledge to use and looped two fingers behind that knot and tugged a few times before moving to curl his pointer finger and thumb behind it to properly simulate a knotting while avoiding the head of his cock for now with that tongue that coil around that rod and dance across its’ surface all while sucking as hard as he could on it.

Eddy’s panting picked up pace as he shoved the squirrel’s face harder down, and that thick throbbing cock soon started spirting long strings of hot bitter and salty cum into the squirrel’s mouth. Jessie had little to no choice but to gulp down that seed as he was being filled from both ends. And it seemed unlike the feral canines who slowly leak cum for up to an hour at the time while knotted, the anthro canines shot almost all of their load at once. Almost all.

After the initial mouth full Jessie was able to catch his breath, but as he started to pull his head off that cock he had his head shoved back down on it as Eddy asked through panted breaths “Wh-where do you think y-yer going?” Eddy nodded to Buster and smirked “If he ain’t done and gets to stay, so do I.”

Jessie whimpered but was still in no position to argue as he huffed and settled himself some in that spot, resting his head against Eddy’s stomach while Buster went into another tugging fit, but was still far too well stuck to get loose. The feeling of that cock in his muzzle drooling pre for him to gulp down, that other cock in his ass tugging, and shifting around, rubbing against his prostate making Jessie, whimper in pleasure. But he dare not touch himself, even if  his little cream sheath throb and drool endless long strings of pre down onto the seat, he dare not touch himself as he didn't want to show he was still enjoying this to Eddy.

Fact was, this changed nothing about how he felt about Eddy. If anything he hated him more now. And if it would not result in people finding out what happened here, he’d bite his dick off here and now if he could. But that was not Jessie, even if he was wanting revenge for this he was a passive person, who wanted just to be left alone.

Jessie instead closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything but what was going on right now. What was normally his place of bliss, he’d not even got to experience the zenith of because of this asshole who had him trapped on his dick. Meanwhile Eddy had put his hands behind his head again, and started to just relax there. When Jessie even so much as pulled up a little to reposition himself, Eddy wasted no time in shoving his face hard back down against  his crotch.

And so the cycle went for a while longer. But thankfully Jessie could feel Buster’s cock had really started to lose size now and he knew the next tugging bout would hurt but he’d be free from the both of them. And sure enough moments later the dog tugged once, twice, three times and a moist pop was heard as he was freed from the squirrel’s tight ass.

Jessie yelped around that cock in his maw, whimpering as he tried his best to clench but could not stop the veritable flood of cum from his ass oozing free from under his tail and running down his taint, and the back of his balls before dipping in long stringy globs on the seat beneath him. Jessie slowly started to slide his muzzle off that cock in his maw before realizing he was not being stopped. Eddy, sighed as he felt his cock now exposed to the open air looking over to Jessy and smirking. “Well you kept your word, that was fantastic. I guess its true no one knows dicks like fags do.”

Jessie wiped his lips and glared at Eddy before stating flatly “Stop, calling me that.” Eddy just laughing and trying to do his pants back up but having trouble packing away his meat. Jessie had learned how to also make canine’s get soft again quickly after they came both by watching how Buster did it, and doing it himself to buster when just fooling around. 

Jessie gripped hard on that cock and stared into Eddy’s eyes as his claws lightly pricked the sides of that sensitive flesh. “Do not call me fag again or I will tell your father what we did. And then I'll laugh as he beats your ass black and blue again.” And with that he leaned his head down and eased up on the pressure with his paw and  lap at the tip in short quick little licks. This sent shockwaves of overstimulation up Eddy’s spine and it was like each lick seemed to deflate his cock little by little. And before long that knot had shrank, and Eddy’s sheath started to crawl back up his cock where Jessie released it and stood up moving to clean up the shop of the mess while Eddy closed his barn door so to say, zipping away his bits.

Eddy growled at him realizing he’d been duped to some degree, once more underestimating how smart Jessie was and how devious he could be when he wanted. “You tell my dad about this and I'll shoot you.” He snarled at the squirrel who was now using shop towels to wipe the dog cum off his ass, taint and balls. Jessie sighing and not even bothering to look at him as he spoke. “Then you go to prison for life. Look; Stop calling me fag, don't tell anyone what happened here today, and I wont either. Got it?” Jessie, with his back to the yote, had been rubbing his still sheathed cock with his other paw while telling his bully of a friend off like this, getting off some on how he manipulated the situation, and still pent up as all hell for not getting his climax while servicing two cocks.

Eddy was still unhappy with the situation and stood up before shouting at him “Fine! But! You still owe me my homework, and I get a blow job any time I want you stupid Fa-... err... Squirrel!“ Jessie let go of  his own bits and used a shop towel to clean them off before sighing. “Fine. I did promise that. Even if it was to just get you to agree to this one time so I had dirt on you. But my word is my word...”

Jessie looked back at him and smirked. “But I want you to get dusty to also stop calling me fag too. Or, I tell Sinthia you could not wait for marriage, and get your dick sucked by someone. Deal dog breath?“ A snark came from Eddy who snapped back, “Fine. Deal, dick breath.” Eddy could not help but chuckle at that and in truth even Jessie snickered at it and didn't mind that since it was all too funny since it was very true for the moment. He was not without his humor after all.

Eddy stood up and walked to the mower that had Jessie’s clothes on it. “Come on, let’s go play this stupid new game of yours. It’s almost time for your mom to get home too.” And with that he picked up and threw the clothes at Jessie who caught them and grumbled some as the shirt landed on his face and his pants where balled up in his arms.

Eddy left the shop, closing the door behind him while Jessie got dressed in his uniform, and took the time to clean up the shop to his proper specifications. Leaving it messy enough to look like it had never been cleaned ever, but clean of all the stuff he didn't want to be seen.

Once inside Eddy and Jessie went back to Jessie’s room and booted up their new “Mangled Metal 12” game and proceeded to murder one another with hot car on car violence. Jessie’s mother came home after a match or two, and popped her head into the room to greet the boys before getting started on chores of the house. All seemed well to her. Buster was calmly laying between the bed and the TV that was the size of a baby elephant with the screen the size of a postcard. And the two boys madly smashed buttons as they focused on killing each other and releasing some pent up aggression they clearly had towards one another.

Though it was not long after Jessie showed his clear skill over Eddy in the game, and Eddy, fed up, finally got a kill and let out an enthusiastic “HELL YEA! Eat shit faggot!” Not even realizing what he’d done till Jessie called “Maaaah’” down the hall to his mother while still playing their game. Once he realized what he’d done, Eddy all but dropped his controller and turned to Jessie begging him “No no no no, Please. It was a mistake!” This made Jessie chuckle with a wry grin, remembering how earlier he himself begged just like that to not be exposed. Jessie’s mother responded soon after with a “Yes dear?” which was met with Jessie calling back “Eddy wants to stay for dinner, can we have sausages and vegies?”

This made Eddy exhale as if he’d been a balloon with its stem released and give one quick hard punch to Jessie’s shoulder. 

“Asshole Squirrel.”

“Right back at you faggot yote.”