Barks, Beats and Bakes 

Summertime in London turned out all sorts of activities and events for the citizens, filling their days and nights with fun. People could browse street art festivals and markets, traveling merchants in from the country to peddle their wares and foods, and catch flyers for nighttime events to attend. 
And just as the Humans all had their times filled, so did its animal population. Dogs, Cats, and all the pets of the districts received their event feeds via the famous World Wide Woof, and word of mouth spread fast to everyone. Excitement teemed through every house in the neighborhood as their interests were catered to with a festival or a gathering to fit every taste. Dylan made extensive lists of museum and history tours. Dolly marked every last sporting event and competition on her calendar. Da Vinci bubbled happily as she stocked up her supplies for the upcoming Canal Art Expo. Triple D made plans to attend every red-carpet London event they could, exploiting their viral star status.  
For two other members of the household, it meant one Sick Party.  
And it was finally here. The Barking-Mad Rave would blow the tops off the park that night! But preparations had to be made! It was in the early afternoon that DJ Dalmatian strode into Hyde Park, a bag slung over his shoulder. The adolescent dog's signature headphones slanting to the side to better hear the excited chatter from his companion striding aside him. Cate, a handsome mixed-breed pup, stood nearly a full head taller than his adoptive brother. Normally a coat of coarse off-white husky fur dotted by dark brown spots from head to toe, he appeared rather different this evening, thanks to the efforts of his sister Da Vinci. She had been enthusiastic about the project of making Cate stand-out colorful, and the result was the Dalsky looked as though he'd been dipped into a tub of tie-dye, splotched with swirls of all the colors that would certainly draw eyes underneath the special lights that would roam around the dance floor of the pavilion. Sporting extra accessories, Cate had foregone his normal green collar with the red rocket ship tag for multiple loops of glowstick rings, each of his four ankles adorned with multiple bangles of his paw-made bead bracelets. Prepared to look his wildest, the mix pup also carried a tote bag across his back as the pair made for the pavilion, where the event’s organizers had set up a series of small tents for the performers and music runners to store and prep their different gear. The party would be emceed by several of the city’s prominent musicians, but the evening’s final performance would be... 
“Still can’t believe they asked you to Headline, DJ! Soooo awesome! This is gonna pop you off like a bottle rocket!” the enthusiastic Cate squealed as they padded through the parkway toward the setup.  
“Yeah, for sure. But you know I couldn’t have gotten it all ready without you, bro. We’re a team, and if either of us blow up, both of us will.” DJ kept his smooth grin on his face, hip-bumping his partner playfully. The pair made their way through a check-in with a pair of mellowed out Basset Hounds who pointed them toward a small tent in the back of the group, set up to be a place for DJ to be able to relax and warm up for his set toward the later end of the night. Heading through the entryway into the wide covered pavilion, they saw pets of all sorts moving through the area, working to set up the staging area and floor. Overhead, multiple cats toyed finicky with lights, a parrot was performing sound check with speakers, and a pack of large breed dogs were muscling around barricades and objects to set up the expansive dance floor. As they moved past the pack, Cate caught sight of a pair of strapping Doberman pinchers, so alike they could have been brothers, each sporting a rainbow choker and a golden earring in opposite ears, as they pushed a large speaker into a spot near a corner. The first caught the Dalksy looking their way, and tipped the younger pup a wink, along with a rather salacious grin, strutting a little more. Cate almost came to a halt as he stared toward the pair, a heated flush suddenly burning his cheeks, before DJ fell back and nudged his companion. “Hey... woah, nice... come on, bro, lets go unload the stuff, we can come back and catch the sights in a little while, eh?” Cate snapped from his little fantasy moment, cheeks still tinted a little red beneath the dyed fur, but nodded.  
After weaving around the front line of the service tents erected along the outside of the pavilion, they found the back row, and the tent marked by the crew for his use. Cate held back the tent flap for DJ, and the pair ducked inside. For a temporary setup, it was classy. Cushy bean chairs, a table filled with refreshments, and a small rolling platform containing the pairs personal sound equipment, brought and assembled the day before, so that the entire setup could be wheeled onto the stage platform and slid into place to begin. A clever setup for rotating performers, DJ had commented then. DJ tugged his bag from his shoulders and set it aside one of the bean chairs, moving around to inspect his equipment. Cate set his own things down, turned toward the table of snacks and drinks. A little growl from his stomach, and he peered over the goodies offered. Bowls of special flavored kibble, some fine chews, and... a plate of cat-head shaped Biscuits with a little card labeled ‘Kitty Molly’s Best Bakes’. And boy, did those smell good. Cate plucked one of the biscuits up and crunched it in his teeth, which drew the ear of his brother a little ways away.  
“Hey, what’s good over there?” “Mthkithhss....” came the mouth-full-muffled reply of the mix pup. The biscuits had an unusual flavor beneath the normal canine crunchy goodness that he couldn’t quite place, but wasn’t bad at all.  
“Toss me one, yo. Looks like they know how to hook up the talent!” And he held out a paw which was swiftly delivered a snack. DJ popped the treat into his maw and crunched happily before he went back to inspecting his setup. Focused on his work, he hardly noticed the secondary taste himself. 
The work was short-order, making sure all of the plug and play connections were correct, each of them crunching on the plate of biscuits and testing out the gear to satisfaction, and soon the pair of brothers had naught left to do but wait for their turn in the booth. The party itself would be starting up any moment now, but for the time, the pair flopped into bean bags set side by side and lounged on backs, heads resting together. DJ’s headphones rested around his neck and he scratched idly at his ear as he lay next to his bigger brother. After a moment, Cate giggled out into the air, and stared up at the ceiling of the tent with eyes every so slightly glossing over. DJ turned to peer at him with stary eyes of his own, a playful grin appearing on his muzzle. “Hey, bro... you gonna go out looking for some hotties once the place gets roaring? I saaaaw you eyeing those dobies at setup. I think the one liked what he saw back, ya know?” 
This nearly instantly drew up a heated red blush onto the Dalsky’s cheeks, visible even beneath the orange-dyed fur on his cheeks, and he wriggled in the chair as if to shake away the embarrassing tingle that rushed through him as he thought about the pair of Dobermans, focusing on the flirty one, and he giggled. “Ohh, I hope so... he was too cute. I’m gonna go and dance with him if he’s out there on the floor.” 
“For sure. When it’s raging, get close and give him a piece of that Kandi, I’m sure he’ll be begging for more of a taste... they always do.” DJ stuck his tongue out and licked at Cate’s cheek affectionately. He leaned up and pulled the satchel he had set down early into his lap, digging through it and pulling on several strands of his own homemade bands. The fun of these parties was getting into the crowd, getting close with friends and strangers, trading the personal Kandi and collecting a story for each owner exchanged with.  
And obviously the wild hookups that sometimes came with them. DJ took a few seconds to remember a few really fun experiences with enthusiastic girls and guys. Ahh, the life of a musician was full of good times.  
The pair remained quiet for a bit as they lay back and lapsed into their own thoughts and fantasies, before DJ snapped to a realization... he felt entirely TOO good at the moment. Something was up. “Hey, Cate..?” “Yeah, Deej?” “What did the card on those cat cookies say?” “Uhm... Kitty Molly’s....Best... Bakes...Oh.” There was a silence that fell between them as they each came to the realization, before DJ burst out in a fit of giggles, infectiously drawing the mix pup into them as well. “Best BAKES... well, I think we sure are now, huh? Guess they REALLY know how to hook up the Headliners... hah... Nip Biscuits... I had, like, five of them... this should be fun.” He stretched out on his bean bag and wriggled down into the soft material, noticing how sensitive it felt on his fur. There it was. The heightening sensations. Cate found himself staring at his tie-dyed paws as if the colors were starting to swirl and bleed outward into the air around them, fascinated.  
DJ took his time thinking, while starting to watch some of his spots pop off his coat and drift away, eyes turning to see his brother sinking in to his own trip... giggling against he rolled to his paws and slipped over to crawl up into the bag with the Dalsky in it, drawing up into his lap and laying across him, until his face came up before Cate’s and pressed his nose against the other boys. “Mhh... Well, I think we’re gonna need to get our blood flowing if we wanna have any kind of head to actually perform tonight... Wanna help me burn through it, bro?”  
Feeling the warm body coming to rest atop of him, Cate’s eyes shifted to bring the smaller dalmatian into focus, catching his gaze and the suggestive, sultry look that lay in them, their noses still pressed together... Heated flush returned to his cheeks, and he nodded slowly. “That would... be best, yeah? Mhh... It’s a gooood plan. How should we Mmmph!” His words cut off as DJ tilted his muzzle and pressed their lips together, causing the bigger pup to croon sweetly, his tail starting to wag eagerly against the bag beneath him.  
The music pup drew in a deep breath as he kissed Cate soundly, his paws sliding up to grip and caress the painted cheeks, petting through his fur which made his toe tips tingle in their oversensitive state. Keeping their lips sealed together, he tilted Cate’s head back with a press, sliding his sleek fur across the coarser coat of his companion as he rubbed their bodies together, reveling in the sensations that rushed through him, stimulating through the pair of them. Chests brushed against one another, DJ letting his hind legs spread out to straddle the larger boy, pressing the lower regions together. Cate shivered beneath his brother when he felt the tender bits of their sheaths meeting between them, DJs ministrations already working him up, and a peeking tip was readying for blast off. 
DJ kept hold of the mix in that kiss, coaxing his tongue past Cate’s lips to find his tongue, joining it to dance and roll together inside the boy’s maw... the Dalksky moaned hotly into his brother’s muzzle pressed down into him, sucking firmly on the wet muscle invading his space... finding something to do with his paws, he slipped his arms around DJ’s back, to hug against him tightly, dragging his own claw tips through the fur beneath them, scratching against the tender skin beneath, which drew a sweet huff from his partner, who shifted his hips down to grind the pair’s bulging sheaths together more. DJ felt his pulse quicken as the delightful tingles filled his member, the red rocket throbbing to life between their bellies. Cate’s own length was not far behind his brother, and it was only seconds before the two boys groaned together into their kiss as hips shifted to keep rubbing the pair of thick cocks against one another.  
Growing a little overwhelmed by the sensation from all sides, Cate’s back arched upward, his head drawing back and separating their lips with a messy pop, the mix licking at the space where DJ’s tongue had been... panting heavily, he gasped between breaths, “Nhhh... DJ... please... I need you to...” DJ chuckled, licking across Cate’s lips and nose one more time. “Hmm, I need you, too, bro... why don’t we get a little more ready, huh?” Pulling away from the warm body beneath him, he rolled to his side on the bean chair, wriggling to sink into the space as he turned head to tail with the other pup, leaving his twitching dick pointed right between his eyes, his full, hefty sac hanging at the base. Reaching up, he slid his paws between Cate’s hind legs to pry them open, his eyes fell on the other throbbing cock and balls in the tent, licking his lips and leaning in with no hesitation to drag his tongue flatly from base to tip, eliciting a lusty moan from its owner. Cate, eager to return the treatment, leaned his head in to capture the tip of DJ’s cock in his lips, licking at the head, his tongue finding an early sample of the dalmatian’s seed leaking. His brother’s hips twitched forward at the feel of warmth coming over his tip, reflexively pressing further into his maw. 
DJ let his paws slip up to caress along the length of Cate’s rocket, giving it another once-over with his broad tongue, slurping to send shivers of pleasure through his partner, before his eyes fell onto the inviting spot beneath the Dalsky’s tail. DJ let his paws press his partner’s hind legs further open, dipping his head past the standing length to allow him to slip his tongue out across the pink tailstar, drawing another whimpering moan from the other dog’s full muzzle. Wanting to smooth the coming fun, DJ let his tongue start to trace teasing circles over his hole, probing into the warm ring to coat it generously. Each lick over his ass drew another increasingly needy moan from Cate, testing his focus as he worked his muzzle and tongue over the smaller dog’s girth, slathering DJ’s cock with his saliva, working further down the length, past the knot starting to fill in, until his nose met the heavy balls nestled at his base. His eyes squeezed shut to let his body shiver and savor the pleasure his lover gave.  
Cate continued sucking wetly on his brother’s cock, head dragging up and down its length, a paw sliding down to cup and squeeze gently over the fuzzy orbs that held the prize, which he gulped down samples of as it leaked from the tip pressing now into the back of his throat. Even though still growing, DJ was not a small boy in this best area. The mix pup’s hind legs kicked outward reflexively as DJ continued to assault his tailhole with licks and kisses, but when he felt the wet tendril trying to press forward into his ass, a squeal of bliss vibrated through the Dalmatian’s dick, pulsing inside Cate’s maw and releasing another spurt of pre over his tongue, gulped down eagerly by the pup.  
On an edge already, Cate pulled his muzzle back with a wet slurp across the meat, drawing free and gasping a heavy breath before moaning out, “Nnnh.. D..J... I need... I wanna.... Please...?”, his begging tone making the stoned musician grin, tongue grazing over his pucker one last time before pulling away, turning round to meet his eyes on level again, pressing close into him. DJ’s hind paws braced onto the floor, laying across his partner’s belly, his arms hooking Cate’s legs and dragging them up to rest on his hips, pulling the Dalsky’s body forward, sprawled onto his back, head sinking into the beanbag beneath it. DJ’s saliva-glistening dick rested against Cate’s, the smaller dalmatian’s length tipping just past his brother’s. The dally stroked his paws up over his partner’s sides, grazing over the skin with his claw tips again to send shivers through him. Laying atop him, DJ pressed his muzzle into Cate’s neck and nipped at the tender area gently. Shifting his hips back, he brushed the tip of his cock to the slickened tailstar beneath the wildly wagging tail, prodding teasingly but not pressing in. “You want it, Cate? Need it...? Come onnn, you know what I like to hear...”  
The older pup whimpered, wriggling in his lovers grasp, toying with him, making him squirm just so was a favorite game. His hips bucked, trying to press just a bit further against the warm point of DJ’s head... the Dalmatian grinning as he moved to keep it back, nipping at his neck again before he asked again, barely disguising his own neediness with bravado, “Come on, be a good boy and ask for what you want...”  
Too much for him, the spotted mix gasped and whined, bursting out with “Please, DJ, Please... take me... breed me... I want you, please... fuck me!”  
His demand’s satisfied, DJ pushed his hips forward, sinking his tip past that ring, spearing his lover open and driving into the confines of his warm, tight ass. Grunting with the pleasure of his cock wrapping in that snug tunnel, he kept pressing him full until the bulge of his knot met against his hole, already stretching open. Leaning against him, pressing his chest down into Cate’s, DJ licked across the nape of his brother’s neck, before nipping at him again. Cate had let slip a long, pleasured moan as his partner filled him, his head rolling back to expose his neck more to the dominant affections from DJ. His own dick throbbed and twitched between his legs, tipping down to slap against his belly, his balls bouncing ag his member moved.  
DJ wasted no more time, drawing his hips back to draw his dick from inside the mix, till nearly just his tip remained, before driving back into him with a firmer thrust back in to the knot, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from both. Then again... again... quickly the dalmatian built to a pace, savoring the tightness of his mate each time he slammed into him once more, his warm tunnel becoming easier to move in the more he thrust, leaking goblets of precum inside him, smoothing the way... Soon the tent was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping to flesh just audible between the grunts and moans of the fucking pair.  
Cate felt himself in heaven, each slam of his brother’s hips driving a wave of pleasure through that sensitive spot inside his ass, clamping his tunnel down against the slickened cock inside him, holding him tight with each drag out, and relaxing to let it back in... his own dick throbbing with every pound into him, his top dribbling, his sac slapping into DJ’s tummy rolling against him. “Ahh...! DJ...! Yesss... Give me...everything!”  
Well, he wanted it all, and DJ aimed to give it to him... his balls aching to release into his lover, he shifted his front paws to press and pin Cate down into the bean bag, angling himself to roughly grind his shaft deep into the other boys ass, grunting as he strained forward, struggling to stretch that ring open just...a little...more... 
When DJ’s knot popped into him, Cate must have alerted the entire pavilion of his pleasure with the volume of his cry. His body caved to the pleasure, his cock erupting like a volcano, spewing heavy ropes of seed across both their bellies, a few droplets winding up on the underside of the dalksy’s chin even... and as he locked himself into his brother’s rump, DJ felt him squeeze like a vice as he came, yanking the musician over the edge with him. His balls pressing firmly against the other boys hole, his sac pulsed rapidly as he Exploded into Cate, sending a rush of warmth through his tunnel, both dogs shuddering with spasms, DJ clinging down against his lover, panting lustily as he rode through his climax.  
A euphoric haze washed over them both as breaths calmed, the rushing blood helping clear heads... DJ lay against Cate, nuzzling at his chest and neck, licking idly at the seed that had splattered there, tasting his work. He let his paws just roam and touch over his brother idly, snuggling into him with a happy sigh.  
“Love ya, bro...” He whispered to him after a moment of silence. Cate, leaning down to lick at his nose affectionately, giggled back. “Love you, too, DJ... Mhh... we made a big mess, didn’t we?” 
“For sure... When I get loose, I’m probably gonna look like I had roll over an easel. But we can just call it putting on some color for the show.” He snickered, leaning back to look down at his spotted white fur on his belly, which did already look like he’d rubbed off great swaths of Cate’s fur dye. Well, now they matched a little. It just made him giggle harder. 
It took a bit of time before they were able to achieve separation, and clean up the more obvious signs of their getting up to. Cate found his legs a little shaky as he got back to them, but soon enough they had themselves presentable again. By now, night had fallen, and they could hear the opening ceremonies of the rave announcing in the pavilion outside. DJ leaned in and licked at his brother’s cheek again, and his paws reached out to help him crack the glowsticks around his neck to life. Adorning his own beaded bangles, he inspected the larger pups appearance. “Looking good, Cate. We should get out there and jam... go find your Dobbie boys, and give them a little Kandi, eh? I’ll see you later when it’s time to go on...” 
The Dalsky grinned sheepishly, nodding... he certainly did want to go and get his shake on... “Oh, I will. Gonne get a taste of theirs, too... but hey...” He reached a paw out for his brother’s, two fingertips held in a ‘V’. DJ saw, and did the same, touching claw tips, giggling. “Peace...” The both of them curled the fingertips inward, pressed together to shape as a heart. “Love...” Cate continued it... both paws pressed pads flat together... “Unity...” both chided together, before their fingers interlocked and clasped together with a squeeze. “Respect....” DJ finished, and slipped in quickly to give a last quick kiss to the mix, pulling again. “Go get ‘em, beautiful...” he said, prodding Cate off toward the tent flap. 
And as the sound of the first drop of the night exploded to thunderous cheers, the pair of brothers slipped from the tent and out to join the best night ever.