Adventures in the Treehouse 

Dylan and Hansel meet in the treehouse for a private game of PoodleWolf, and have some Adventurer Team Bonding. Perfectly innocent, right? 

"Teeth Brushed... Hydrant's Used... Pups Tucked In... That's everything! Finally." Dylan put his mental checklist away, looking around the house at the piles of his younger siblings all laid in for the night. Moonlight from the window being the only illumination, he picked his way toward the door, quietly slipping out and shutting the room, smiling softly at his brothers and sisters. He did love his family.  

But now, it was DYLAN TIME. He'd been looking forward to it all week, and as soon as he got out back to the treehouse, it would be game on! He trod past the room he shared with his eldest sister, the open door letting him catch sight of Dolly splayed out half upside-down off her cushion and snoring. Dylan chuckled to himself as he walked by. A Picture of a Lady, as she always was.  

Ducking through the door to the backyard, he navigated the moonlit yard, picking through the chaos of countless toys and obstacles, to the foot of the huge tree, the ladder steps nailed into the trunk wide enough for paws to grasp and move up them. Climbing up to his treehouse sanctum, he gave a delighted sigh at the sight of all the things that he loved. His Telescope, His moonrock collection, his science books... the journal of all his new poems he's composed. And set up in the center of the room, the object of Dylan Time tonight... His beloved PoodleWolf set.  

He's gotten a new adventure book for Poodlewolf in the mail, and was eager to try it out. Heroic PoodleWolf would need to rescue Cat Princess once more, with new dangers and challenges awaiting him. Brave Deeds and Mythic Mutts awaited!  

Of course, PoodleWolf was nothing without his companions... which meant he needed... 

"To Adventure, Poodlewulf!" came the accented call from the head which had just emerged through the trapdoor behind him. Hansel Husky had arrived, and Dylan felt his tail wag excitedly as he turned to face his friend, watching his chiseled features climb up fully through the door. Whether he meant to or not, the Husky always seemed to strike some pose that showcased the dog's handsome stature. A Heroic Stance, with a raised paw holding the miniature of himself with glorious flowing locks of head fur, it seemed Hansel was ready and eager for game night. "Hound the Handsome stands ready to face danger and glory at your side!" 

"And face it we shall, Hound the Handsome! In cavern's cold and dungeons deep..." Dylan began with excitable vigor in his tone, holding up his own miniature of the hybrid hero, and in unison both dogs finished, "Our sacred vow we swear to keep!" With a laugh, Dylan beckoned his friend toward the game board, feeling just a tough of red flush in his cheeks as Hansel padded toward him, the pace of his wagging tail growing just a bit faster.  

Hansel placed his piece on the board, looking about confused. "But where is our faithful companion, Inventicus?"  

"Oh, Dawkins had a long day on a project, so the little guy just crashed early tonight with the other pups. Looks like it's just the two of us tonight. Pity, it's a brand-new game book I got today, he's gonna be sorry he missed it."  

Hansel gave a little tsk of sympathy hearing the younger pup had worked himself to sleep rather than be at their game. But still, he sat himself down before the setup, next to Dylan, and peered over the board that the dalmatian had prepared earlier in the day. "New quests? Excellent. What shall our adventure be tonight, Dylan?" The Husky showed his eagerness with the wagging of his curled tail, its wide swing causng it to brush against his friend's own.  

Dylan opened up the book containing the details of the game, looking it over quickly, and offering the smile that he got when he entered what Dolly would always refer to as 'Total Dork Mode'... "Tonight, we venture into 'The Heated Halls of HoundDoom Fortress'! Paw the Mighty has stolen away Cat Princess and dragged her into the depths of a fortress carved deep into a volcanic mountain. Poodlewolf and Hound the Handsome will have to adventure our way through the sweltering caverns and the beasts that live within them to rescue her!" 

While Dylan read out the details of their game, Hansel found himself watching the dalmatian closely, his gaze drifting over his friend's form... Dylan expressed himself with lots of movement and enthusiasm, something that the husky seemed to take in with great attention. There came to a time when Dylan read from the book so enthusiastically his nose practically pressed to the pages, his upper body lowered, while his back end... well, Hansel caught himself staring. Dylan was slim and fit from all the care work he did for his family, but the spotted boy had certainly inherited his mother's figure in many ways... His back legs held up his wide hips, and his tail wagged rapidly atop a rump that you could really enjoy a grip on. If he were ever inclined to... to get that grip... Hansel don't ogle your friend. 

"And so, are you ready to step into the world of Poodlewolf?!" Hansel found his train of thought snapped back from its focus as he found Dylan looking up from the book to him, expecting the same excitement on the husky's face... Hansel felt just a little bit of heat on his cheeks as he regained his composure, shaking his head to clear it. "Erm... Yes! Yes, I am prepared! Let us begin, Poodlewulf!"  

The two boys slapped their game miniatures together on the board, Hansel settled next to Dylan as they began their game... Dice rolled, Power Cards flew, and enemies fell. The pair of players fell into their characters, moving closely next to one another. Time to time they would reach for the same card, paws brushing together, and one or the other would draw back quickly, a side-glance to the other with a little flush of red beneath the fur. And together Poodlewolf and Hound the Handsome conquered their way through the trials of the caves, until... 

"The battle with Paw the Mighty has been fierce, but the pair of heroes has brought the beast to his knees... their bodies broken and exhausted, but nearly victorious, Poodlewolf shakily hoists his sword in his jaws..." Dylan glanced sideways to his friend, holding up the single dice with a nervous inhale. 

Hansel raised a paw to put it encouragingly on Dylan's shoulder. "Hound uses the last of his strength to cast a final inspiration upon his fellow hero... good luck, Poodlewulf!" And he squeezed as Dylan let the dice drop from his paw onto the board. The pair of dogs leaned down to watch it roll, pressed cheek to cheek as they got close... it clacked... spun... slowed... 

Natural 20! Poodlewolf's blade arced out and felled Paw the Mighty with a roar of fury...  

"WOO!" they cried in triumphant unison, paws wrapped around each other in a hug of pure, excited nerdiness...  

And Dylan froze when he felt a warm, wet lick slurp up the side of his cheek. Instantly his face flushed a deep crimson red as he processed... Did Hansel just kiss him?! 

The dalmatian turned his eyes to the husky, who he still had in the hugged embrace, and met Hansel's own gave... Hansel looked just as red as he did, beneath the white fur of his face, but his muzzle had a little smile on, and his eyes had that almost sultry look... Dylan felt the question he was going to ask fall quiet in his throat, and just stared into those eyes...  

Hansel was quiet, too, simply staring back into Dylan's face, processing... then seemed to decide himself to throw his hesitation out the window. The husky leaned forward and pressed his muzzle firmly against Dylan's, locking his lips together.  

Dylan barely had time to let out a surprised "Mmmph?!" before the gears in his brain sprung. Hansel was kissing him. Hansel. Kissing. Him. Hansel...  

"Hmmmnn..." was what came from Dylan next, as the dalmatian melted into the kiss, his eyes slipping shut, head tilting as their muzzles came further together. Dylan's body was tense, but eased, as he felt the husky's paws start to slide over his back, caressing him, feeling over him.  

Hansel took his time with Dylan, letting his strong paws run across him, tips brushing through his fur, sliding down his back, to his sides, resisting tickling the dalmatian at his belly, but came down to his hips, where they rested and tugged him closer against him.  

They lingered in their kiss until a need for air overwhelmed them both, and with a gasp, Dylan's lips parted from the husky's, his eyes peeking open to see him again... catching his breath, he panted out softly.. 'Hansel... I.. why..me?' 

Hansel let out a little chuckle at the question. 'Oh, Dylan.. My sweet Dylan... an elegant poet, a brave troll-slayer, and a noble hero of legend.. and the cutest spotty boy. How could it NOT be you?' He accented his point with a slow, wet lick across his nose, and another peck at his lips.  

Dylan could likely have fried an egg on his face with the heat radiating from his cheeks... but the rapid wagging of his tail gave away just how much he liked hearing the husky call him such things. When Hansel closed their muzzles together again, he took the opportunity to capture his lips and kiss him firmly again... his paws now taking their turn to explore over the husky's body, his claw tips coaxing through the coat of luxurious soft fur. Hansel was toned and built, and Dylan felt himself shiver at the thought of all of this pressed so much closer against him.  

The pair continued feeling one another up as they made out with growing intensity, Hansel at one point deepened the kiss with a forceful shove of his tongue past Dylans lips. What might have otherwise caused the clean-freak dog to freak out just made him moan into the kiss, his tongue swirling against the intruder in his mouth. The kiss, the caresses and the squeezes of the husky's paws on his hips were drawing a reaction from both boys, growing red lengths bulging from sheaths.  

Dylan broke the kiss again, taking another deep breath and letting his eyes fall down to between them, seeing the husky's member reaching it's full size... Hansel was a big boy in more than one way, it seemed. He might sweat with anticipation, if he could sweat. His friend's cock was thick and plenty long, as it stood pointed at Dylan's own. Well, I'm no shrimp either, at least!  

"Mnn... what do you think, Dylan? I like what I see... I hope you won't mind if I..." he drifted off and Dylan would feel the husky's paws part from his hips where they had been grasping him close... one slid forward, inward, and the dalmatian let out a gasp as he felt the pads of Hansel's paw stroke slowly along the length, making it twitch with the sensation of a touch other than his own. Then he would jump slightly as he found the other paw had reached back, and taken a full-pawed squeeze of his rather squishy rump. "Mhh... I like all of what I can see..."  

"Ahh...! R...Really? It's not... like... funny looking?" Hansel's touches had drawn another gentle groan from the dalmatian before he asked, peering back over his shoulder to his butt and the paw massaging over it... Dolly had once congratulated him on 'having a fatter ass than hers'... Was that something that others liked? 

"Oh, Not at all... it all looks perfect to me... Mhnn... Dylan... I want you," Hansel breathed out in a husky, needy breath, drawing close to Dylan's muzzle with his own again, "All of you... please..."  

Dylan gulped, nervous, but he knew he felt the same kind of wanting. He wanted Hansel, too, wanted to feel him, and everything the husky had to give him. His paw, trembling with nervousness, reached between their bellys and he felt himself stroking across Hansel's standing cock, rubbing along the impressive length, working him up... he drew in the scent of his friend's breath, heard the need in him... "Yeah... me too, Hansel..." And the pair closed their distance for another kiss.  

When they parted again, it was as Hansel put his paws against Dylan's chest and pushed him back, gently rather than a shove, guiding the dalmatian to lie back against the floor of the treehouse. Dylan laughed lightly as he drew his paws up to his chest and lay splayed out, his tool filled fully from his sheath and standing tall between his legs. Hansel admired his new lovers adorable pose as he strode around him, his own full member twitching between his legs as he moved, taking in the while sight of his prize. 

"I said I want every bit of you, and we'll need to get you ready for that..." The husky came to a stand poised above Dylan's head, and the dalmatian gazed up at the thick, throbbing cock hanging above his muzzle... Hansel leaned down below and smirked up at him from between his legs. "Open up for me, Dylan... that's a good boy..."  

Dylan had obeyed almost at once, his muzzle opening wide, and the husky wasted no time. A shift of his hips and he brought the tapered tip of his shaft down his lovers waiting mouth. A shudder of delight as the dalmatian's tongue was the first thing to touch him, and it seemed Dylan had good instincts, as that wet muscle simply slathered across the head of his dick. Pressing his hips downward, he fed the first few inches of length into Dylan's maw, which took to working over him with tongue, and when he felt the pressure of his sucking, Hansel broke into a headed groan. 

"Mhnnn.... that's it, my cute boy... you get me nice and wet... and I will take my taste of you.." He turned his eyes to Dylan's own cock, still twitching and pulsing between his legs. Hansel lowered himself to lay across Dylan's belly, which also served to push most of his length into the dalmatian's muzzle, drawing another heated moan from the dog under him as he was fed so full. Hansel let his paws wrap around the base of Dylan's tool, and the husky dove close to drag his tongue over the full length from base to tip, which held a bead of the dalmatian's arousal already. Hansel lapped that up quickly, taking his first taste of his lover's essence. "Mhh... delicious..." 

Dylan seemed to be in a state of bliss, his hind leg twitching outward, his whole body shivering as he felt the licking at his dick. His moan of delight was muffled by the husky's own girth filling up his muzzle so nicely. His instincts drove him as he licked around the meat in his maw as best he could, sucking lovingly on it, and thinking how much he liked the taste. At some point, Hansel's hips started to draw back and then press forward again, a light rhythm of humping into Dylan's muzzle... which made to fill the room with rather lewd, wet sounds of slurping.  

They carried on like this for moments only, Hansel teasing his dalmatian's cock with strokes and licks and keeping him twitching as he worked his own into a full lather in Dylan's mouth... when he felt the bulge of his knot growing, he stopped, pulling his hips back, freeing his length from the muzzle, with a moan and a huff. "Nhh... You're very natural at that, my darling Dylan... but I'm afraid I don't want to finish so soon... Not until I've had you the way I most want..." Turning himself about to come nose-to-nose with the Dalmatian again, Hansel pressed another fierce kiss to his lovers muzzle, but it was kept brief as he pulled back and urged. "Stand up... Turn around for me, Dylan... I'm ready for you, if you are too..." 

Dylan's face was flush with the heat of his arousal and his embarrassment at the dripping, lusty need the husky seemed to have, for HIM... but he was ready to indulge. The Dalmatian rolled to his belly, and stood on shaky paws, taking a few steps away... he could feel his tail flagging itself almost unconsciously, offering Hansel the view of his plump rear, wide hips, and the pink tailstar in it's center... which Hansel eyed eagerly. He moved in quickly, and his paws grasped at the rounded cheeks on his lover, pulling them open, and Dylan let out a startled squeak as he felt a wet slurp like the first kiss, this time across the bud under his tail. And this still just made his cock twitch more between his legs. "Ahhh! Hansel, that feels... nhh...!"  

Hansel assaulted his dalmatian's tailhole with his tongue for just a short bit... his length still wet and slick from Dylan's tongue workings, but he didn't want to wait any longer. Running one last broad lick, he slipped upward and climbed onto his lover's back, his hips bumping against him... Dylan braced tensely under the husky's weight... and his back legs shook a bit when he felt the full length of Hansel's rocket brushing between his cheeks, looking for purchase. 

"Mhh... are you ready, my sweet spotty boy?" Hansel teased him as he shifted his hips, the pointed tip of his cock prodding against him... with a few shifts, Hansel would feel Dylan gasp as he found his mark, pressing the pointed tip into his tailstar. "Y...Yes, Hansel... Do it... Please...!" 

And the pair would release their mingled moans of pleasure as the husky pressed his hips forward, sinking his cock inside the dalmatian, slowly, gently, inch by inch. Dylan felt himself being stretched open by the girth, dragging his sensitive insides, filling him up bit by bit. 

"Ohhh... Hansel...!" Dylan's moans were music to the husky's ears, and he continued to push forward, grinding into his lover's ass, sinking his cock further into him. The Dalmatian was warm, and tight, and Hansel savored that squeezing tunnel as he fed his length inside. He huffed out hot breaths against the back of Dylan's neck, his front paws sliding up his back to hook over his shoulders and tug them closer, his full weight resting onto his back. Hansel pressed them down, and Dylan moved as prodded, leaving his ass raised. The husky could now hump himself harder into his lover, and soon he felt his knot pressing against his stretched ring.  

"Mhh... Do you feel that, Dylan? Before we're done, that is going in you... do you want that, my handsome hero? For me to be fully inside you?" He asked with a teasing growl in Dylan's ear, grinding the knot into him for emphasis, before he drew his hips back nearly full, driving himself back into the dalmatian, the sound of a soft plap with the impact rang through the treehouse.  

"Gah! Y..Yes, I do... take me... m..my... stud!" Dylan crooned with pleasure as he took that full length back into him in the smooth motion, pressed the most pleasurable spots inside him, and his dick twitched wildly between his legs.  

Hansel heard the needy ask from his lover, and overwhelmed with the same need, the husky leaned forward and clasped the nape of his dalmatian's neck in his jaws, tugging at him and driving his hips forward. He began to fuck quickly and firmly, and the treehouse filled with the repeated sounds of flesh-to-flesh slapping... Hansel's thrusts grew strong enough that Dylan could feel the husky's heavy balls swinging against his own... once that knot fed in... they would be locked together... Dylan groaned hotly and rolled his rump back into Hansel's thrusts, meeting him with equal vigor. His tongue lolled from his maw, and he huffed out. "Oh dog... ohhhh dog... yes... ahh...!" 

"Nnff... Rrrr..." Hansel held his lovers nape in his teeth, tugging back in him. He felt his cock pulsing inside that warm, tight passage, and he knew it was time... Pressing his hips forward firmly, sinking his length fully into him... his paws pressed Dylan's front down to the ground and he pressed, the bulge of his knot opening him up. Dylan's moans tapered off slightly to whimpers as he felt his tailhole stretched so wide by the knot seeking to get into him. "Nhhh... Hansel... I.. I don't know...ahh...if it will..." But he was cut off as Hansel tugged at his nape dominantly, jerking his hips forward with determination. And still Dylan's cock twitched under him. His body wanted it, wanted it all in him. His rump pressed back as Hansel pressed forward. With a pair of unison grunts, the dalmatian's hole gave in and suddenly he felt himself so very full... and Hansel was hilted inside his lover, feeling his heavy sac pressed up against Dylan's. The vicelike tightness send the husky over the edge, and now locked inside him, he unloaded, his cock pulsing and losing a flood of hot spunk into Dylan's ass.  

Dylan's whole body shook as he felt the flow of warmth inside him, his own peak came crashing over him, the dalmatian's cock pulsing and twitching, ropes of his own cum spraying into the floor beneath them. Dylan arched himself up against Hansel atop him, almost howling with the pleasure.  

The pair stood together, panting hotly, rubbing against one another as they came down from their mutual climax. Their bodies trembled with the aftershocks of orgasm... Hansel gripped around Dylan's waist and rolled them to their side, slumping together. Still locked together by Hansel's knot, the husky tugged his lover against him to spoon affectionately into him, licking at his neck where he had bitten a little to enthusiastically with his teeth. Dylan cuddled back into him, his tail wagging and tickling at Hansel's belly.  

"That was amazing... we can do that again, right...?" Dylan peered back at him, head turned, nuzzling into the husky. 

"Anytime you'd like, my lovely Dylan... in Caverns warm, in Dylan deep... this loving vow, I swear to keep..." Hansel grinned, licking again at his cheek.  

Dylan couldn't help but giggle at the cheesy line, but loved it all the same. Laying back to wait until they could truly part, it would be a relaxing time for the pair... 

What they might not realize was the eyes that were viewing them through binoculars across the yard from the window of the house... and the eyes that dropped away from the viewers. Dolly huffed through her nose, preventing a jealous outburst that would wake the house full of pups. "Why do they keep choosing the dork over ME?" 

Roxie sat next to her, gazing through the binoculars now, and she reached out and patted Dolly consolingly on the head. "Aww, come on, Dolly... you gotta admit, that was HOT. Why don't we see if we can outdo them?"  

Dolly took another glance through the lenses, then looked back to her friend. "Fiiiiine. Let's go out to the den. We'll get their attention from there..."