Enn and his new canid friend trudged through the loose sands of the ditch for a while, until he came to a path that brought him back up to the concrete, and asphalt flats that made up the suburb where he actually lived, and he continued to walk home for a few blocks. The cheetah walked quickly passing the cookie cutter houses that varied little without encountering anyone else along the way. 
He turned the corner and arrived at his own beige two-story abode soon enough. His parents probably would not be home for a few hours still, both still at work. Thank goodness too, the cat thought as he fumbled at the door with his keys, because he probably smelled a little worse than a wet dog at the moment. 
He glanced around and didn’t notice his older brother’s Ali’s car in the street either. His brother was a Junior in high school and just like Enn, didn’t like his given name “Alfred Jr.” after their dad, so took on a nickname to fit better in school too. In contrast to Enn, his brother was way more outgoing and ran in much cooler crowds, so didn’t like to hang out around home a lot.
Either way, the door gave way and the cheetah walked into a house he knew would be empty for at least a few hours before anyone else was home. 
He walked in the kitchen first to take the wireless phone off of the hook, then made a beeline for his own bedroom upstairs, carelessly deposited his heavy backpack at the foot of his headboard. He unceremoniously shed his hoodie, shirt, and pants, then immediately flopped onto the unmade bed. He clutched the phone in one paw while he gazed up at the textured ceiling. Completely lost in thoughts about what had just happened. 
“Yeah,” he said, answering the question he posed to himself earlier, “I really had sex with a dog.” He closed his eyes and relived the experience briefly in his head. The fresh memories brought a rush of arousal anew. All of those novel sensations returned a slight purr to his throat as he reached down to cup his pair of white, furry balls. A pair of footsteps thumped up the stairs, reminding the cheetah of course that he wasn’t entirely alone. He sat upright at the edge of his creaky bed. The dog was wagging his tail rapidly from side to side, thwacking some of the random items the cheetah had randomly strewn across the floor. 
“What a happy boy.” The cheetah cooed as he reached forward to pet the top of the dog’s jet-black head and gave it a ruffle. He noticed that there was a vague outline around his neck, indicating that he did regularly wear a collar— he definitely had an owner somewhere. The dog was happy with this praise and his tail responded in kind. The cheetah’s unoccupied paw still clutched the phone which he held up. He’d need to call one of his parents to let them know at least that they might need dog food for at least one night. Probably his mother would be more amenable to the idea, so he pressed the button to speed dial her cell, and held the phone up to his ear while gazing down into the canine’s pretty green eyes. 
“Hi mom!” The cheetah said pleasantly while still petting, and the back-and-forth about the events of the school day began. The dog, happy to receive attention, licked his lips and shifted forward a bit, pressing his snout in between the cheetah’s legs, which placed his nose right up against his balls! The spottycat immediately tensed up and pushed the dog’s head away with the paw that had been petting him. This made the dog give an audible whine, forcing the subject of the cheetah’s call to the fore of conversation.
“What was that?!” his mother immediately quizzed. 
“Oh uhh… so I found a dog on my way home…” he began to explain, of course omitting out very key parts of his story. He wasn’t able to hold off his friend for long, and very soon he could feel that tongue working away at his bare sheath again, making the cheetah squirm, as he tried to act naturally on the phone while his mother tried to firmly explain, 
“Ennis, you know we can’t keep him. Your dad doesn’t want any pets.” 
“I know mom,” he said folding his ears back and just watching while his sheath peeled back from his feline shaft once again in response. “He’s uhh… very friendly but doesn’t have a collar. Mmh…—m-maybe we can take him to see if he’s chipped at least?”
He couldn’t quite stifle a slight moan before he’d posed that question. His mom was quiet for a moment as she seemed to ponder, and left Enn in a silence on his end that was punctuated by those sloppy dog kisses at his junk. 
Finally she mercifully broke the silence, and he could hear a stern resignation in her voice. “I’ll call your dad. But don’t get attached. You know we can’t keep him.” 
“Okay mom, I know...” He said, now eager to end the conversation. Each second longer that it went on was more agonizing than the last. As his erection had throbbed once again to full attention. 
“Uh huh. Okay. Yeah. Al-alright mom. Yeah. Talk to you later. Okay I will. Love you too. B-bye!” 
His thumb fumbled to end the call with a beep, and the tossed the phone to the side. 
“Jeeze!” He exclaimed toward the dog as he stood and tried to make a second effort to push that snout away. “Sit!” He commanded. And to his surprise, the doggy sat in place while the cheetah took a few steps back. It was a little bit of a reprieve for the feline boy. He was very surprised to be met with compliance. The dog meanwhile was full of nervous energy to continue, wagging his tail and licking his lips rapidly while the cheetah looked down toward the lab. His own long, spotty tail swished in place before uttering the next most obvious command,
“Lie down!” 
The dog slowly crept down and his shoulders lowered down to level off with his haunches. 
“Good boy! Staaaay…” The cheetah smiled while he watched before crouching down and reaching between his legs so he could give his tapered cock a bit of a squeeze. This made his body shudder,  The dog’s eyes darted from the cheetah’s own to gaze at the cheetah’s paws, then back up again with an expectant look on his face, but he didn’t make a move. The young cat just spent a few moments pumping at his own loins, just enjoying the feeling. 
“Good boy…” he said finally, and moved closer to the dog, holding out his paw to let him lick some of the moisture that had been wicked from his erect tip. 
From his crouching position, he then knelt forward, and he pushed the canine to one side, and he rolled over with ease, exposing his almost completely ebony underside to the cheetah. He had a trail of white that ran from his chest and ended in a patch at his lower belly. The cheetah had somehow missed this detail earlier, though to be fair, he didn’t get quite as good a look as he was getting now. 
His gaze fell past that belly again though, and it was met with that flash of red again. Although this time it was even more exposed now. The cat was frozen in place briefly, but he crawled forward to investigate. In doing so of course, he was straddling over the top of his newfound friend, whose eager snout was rewarded with the presence of the cheetah’s junk hovering right over. And they immediately started to get snuffled, causing the cheetah to whine a little bit. 
But he persisted forward, reached a paw forward to let his pawpad finally caress across that bright red length. With the dog between his thighs now, he could feel the warm body beneath him shudder, and he could feel the licking between his legs pause. Despite the pause though, the cheetah could feel his own cock throb between his legs. This caused some precum to dribble across the dog’s snout.
He felt an exhilaration while he teased and explored the animal underneath him. Not only was that dog cock throbbing, but it was spurting out a clear fluid all over his own belly. The cheetah’s other paw moved back so that he could cup the dog’s taut set of balls. He could feel those muscles tense once again between his thighs while those feline paws kneaded very gently, observing each reaction. 
He then moaned suddenly when he felt that silken tongue dart up several times to lap at the string of precum that that formed a regular trail between his pink, throbbing tip to the dog’s muzzle. 
He was then given the usual unrelenting attention, awash with hot breath and an eager tongue. This elicited a squeaky chirp from the young cheetah, and he reached down to tug his dick away from that enthusiastic black muzzle before he could get too overwhelmed with pleasure as he did in that arroyo. 
Instead the cheetah presented his young under tail to the top, who seemed to happily lap away at the boy’s balls, and his young whole, which quivered each time that velvety tongue swiped across his own soft, pink skin. In this position, his smaller pink cock was pressed up against the dog’s short chest fur, leaving a film of precum wherever it touched. The texture of fur against his cock felt wonderful.
His own curiosity was peaked now. He licked his own lips and leaned forward to take a taste of his companion’s hot fleshy shaft. He first gave it a tentative swipe with his tongue. A bit salty, but not unpleasant. Indeed, he loved the feeling of that soft flesh against his tongue. So he leaned in even further and let that slab of meat slide right past his lips, which then closed on the length.
The inexperienced cat wasn’t exactly sure what to do then, so he just began to suckle, his tongue getting quite a nice coating of the canid pre-ejaculate that he did his best to swallow up.
While the kitten’s golden spotty paw continued to toy away at that shaft, his eyes widened was surprised to feel it expanding even more, forming a bulbous shape at the base. He cupped his digits around it and gave it a squeeze. He could hear the canine whine, and his body writhed a little bit between his legs. But that didn’t deter the dog’s own attentive licks which hadn’t relented all the while. In fact, that snout bumped up against the underside the cheetah’s tail each time the canid’s lick glanced from the back of his balls, across his taint, and finally against his hole.
The golden cat could feel a fire burning in his loins again. He recognized it as the same one he’d felt from earlier in the day. He panicked a little bit and hiked his loins, allowing his companion’s muzzle to nose downward, and recapture the feline’s tapered shaft in his muzzle. 
This happened at exactly the right time, as it allowed the cheetah to pin the male’s head between his loins and the floor. He gave a breathless moan, and felt another violent throbbing between his loins, and the dog was met with a creamy eruption which he very fervently and happily lapped up every single ounce. 
Enn pulled his own muzzle back and marveled at the new shape the dog’s cock took, the entire thing throbbing while liquid continued to spurt out from the tip. The feline leaned down again to graze his tongue across the entire length of that shaft several times. Tongue exploring every inch that he possibly could making that cock throb regularly to its most rigid and bulbous shape from the very tip to base, and even explored a little but past that sheath. The more he did that, the more he became addicted to the taste, the feeling of this canid’s malehood. He even traced the outline with his nose a little bit, just loving every single reaction he got out of the pup. Eventually the dog too whimpered and a more opaque fluid shot across the dog’s belly. 
The cheetah didn’t have much time to contemplate it, because from behind him, he could feel the dog nosing his way forward, so that he could clean up the product of his own mess. The cheetah himself recoiled at first, but he couldn’t quite keep himself away, and leaned down to share in the taste himself. It was far more musky and potent. But he nonetheless cleaned up as much as he could. He flopped to one side, and his tail waved lazily back and forth before reaching over to scratch behind the dog’s ears. 
“V-very… good boy.” He muttered weakly. “But I have to get actually cleaned up now.” He purred while stretching out with a yawn. He then rolled onto his knees, and led the dog downstairs, through the kitchen, and out the sliding glass door to let him roam around in the reasonably large backyard. 
He then rushed upstairs, first to make sure he mopped up any lingering mess from the floor, scrubbing a little bit to mute the musky smell from his room before slipping into the shower. Normally he’d play with himself in here, but after all of the activities from today, had found himself spent. He quickly washed, and went in to collect his clothes to quickly put those in the wash too, and only then did he realize that he’d returned home without his underwear. 
“Crap, I must’ve left them behind!” He sulked. That was one of his favorite pair. Oh well… he’d look for them next time he went to his secret spot, hoping they wouldn’t blow away or something in the meantime. Soon enough, his parents got home, and he went downstairs to spend the rest of the evening with them, happy to learn that his mom had gotten his dad to relent and keep him around until they figured out who he belonged to. 
Eventually he let the dog in, and he showed them some—but not all— of the tricks the dog knew so far. He was also very easily distracted by the game of fetch. Dinner came and went as well, and the exhausted young feline went up to bed, stripping down into his undies and sliding under the warm covers. He slept a little happier too since he finally find a companion that didn’t shove him away. 

Then came the morning. He awoke a little bit after 10am. He’d slept a very long time, Enn crawled out of his bed and wrestled on the pajama bottoms he’d neglected the night before and went downstairs. His mom was sitting at the table doing a crossword. His dad was in the living room just watching some Saturday morning TV. The young kitten walked into the kitchen and said hello to his mother, and waved at the dog who stared happily from the other side of the glass. 
He knelt down and coo’d at him from the other side. 
“G’morning boy!” He chirped happily. 
His mother chimed in, looking up from the table. 
“Your dad took him to the vet this morning. You were right. He does have a chip. We contacted the owner, we’re going to take him back this afternoon. 
The young cheetah looked up at his mother. He didn’t intend to show any emotion, but his ears and his whiskers fell. 
“R-really? I—” He stammered. 
“I told you we couldn’t keep him.” She reminded him firmly. “But you can come with us to drop him off if you want. He lives nearby.” 

“Okay…” he trailed off with a sigh. He looked away so his mom couldn’t see his eyes welling up a little bit. His eyes locked with those pretty green ones, and they seemed to show concern now. 
The cheetah stood, opened the door, and went outside to spend the waning morning outside, spending the rest of it with his newfound best friend for as long as he possibly could.