This one is about my sona Vissk, a drake with long moss green hair and dark lilac scales, fooling around with his pet dog Max for the first time when they were still cubs. I hope you like it, please leave a comment if you do.

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When I was about six years old, my parents decided we should get a dog. I was ecstatic, we'd never had a big pet before, just goldfish and a hamster. I had always been jealous of all the other people in the neighborhood who were walking big german shepherds, little yappy bichons, mutts that you couldn't tell the breed of. I guess they finally got sick of me pestering them about it every time we went for a walk, so finally we got Max.

Max was a purebred golden retriever; real good stock, certificate and everything, so I'm told. My father insisted that we get a good purebred of whatever we decided on, and I really liked golden retrievers so we wound up with Max. He was real gentle. When we went to see the litter and pick a puppy he was the calmest and kindest animal we had ever seen, and I picked him out immedately. 

Max and I grew up together over the next year. I got a little bigger, and he got a LOT bigger. When he jumped up on me, he was almost as tall as I was.

The first time we fooled around with each other, my parents had left me home alone with him to go to some work party. Looking back on it I was pretty young to be left home alone for that long, but we lived in a safe neighborhood and we had Max. They figured it would be fine, I'm glad they did. 

I can't remember what I was up to before it happened, I think I was going to the kitchen for a snack. Usually when my parents were out and I was home Max would either hang out with me in my bedroom or sleep by the front door, but when I came downstairs he was sitting expectantly in the living room, panting and wagging his tail with a big puppy smile. 

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"What's up, buddy?" 

I sit down next to him, crossing my legs and curling my tail around them. I vigorously scratch his neck fur, and he licks my face in kind. He's getting playful, and starts jumping around and bumping me with his muzzle; I laugh and fall backwards as he lovingly slathers my face with his tongue, while I bury my claws into his belly fur. We play like that with him standing over top of me, and after a while I squirm away, sitting up on my knees still giggling. 

"Stop...! Hahahaha, Stop."

Obedient as always he sits, staring me at me with his pretty puppy dog eyes, and I notice...

WHOA.

He has a huge boner. He's still a young dog, but I'm astonished at how big his dick is, pulsing underneath him.

Never seen one up close before. I've been jerking off and looking at porn for a while... I've seen dogs having sex, even found some pictures and videos of people having sex with dogs, too. But never been this close to the real thing.

I look at his dopey grinning face, then back at his dick. He's so excited. I glance at the clock on the wall; mom and dad won't be home for hours. I Think I know what I want to do, and Max wants it as well.

"Down..." he obeys, tail wagging furiously. My tail is thumping on the floor too.

"And over..." He barks and rolls onto his back, tongue lolling wildly out of his mouth. His cock wobbles and twitches between his spread legs. I gingerly rub his tummy, my hand creeping further and further down. He doesn't protest, so bravely I wrap my little hand around him.

It's hot, and squishy, and a little bit slick. Veiny, bright red at the tip into a soft pink around the base leading to the fat bulge in his sheath, his knot. In the middle, I can barely touch my fingers to my thumb around it. I know what I like to do with my own dick, but I'm worried about hurting him so I just hold on to it for a moment. When I look over at him he's staring back, eager and trusting. I give him a gentle squeeze and he lets out a tiny yelp, then starts bucking his hips into my hand. I watch him thrusting in my palm, I'm wide eyed with my mouth agape, and in seconds precum starts to squirt out of his tip. 

Whoa. 

I put my other hand on his tummy to hold him still, and then reach down to pull his sheath down past his knot. He whines insitently when I hold it, and I can feel it throbbing in my hand. As it begins to swell, I reach to his shaft and start to jack him off like I would myself. His pre is dripping everywhere, all over his stomach and on the floor around him. All over my hands, on my clothes. He's yapping, writhing around under my hands, way overstimulated. 

I look at the all the jizz on the floor. Hmmmm, we should probably take this somewhere else before we make too much of a mess. I stand up and he stares at me expectantly while I adjust myself in my pants. My own little penis is almost as hard as his.

"C'mon Max." He scrambles to his feet, his tail wagging as hard as I've ever seen, cock dripping underneath him as he runs ahead of me while I bring him upstairs to my room. He leaves a mighty trail of pre on the carpet as he runs up the stairs, I hope my parents don't notice. I should to remember to clean up after, but I'm way too stoked to keep playing to worry about it.

He jumps up on my bed before I'm even in the room cause he knows he's allowed to when my parents aren't around, and watches intently while I unzip my pants and pull them down. My dick is aching and poking hard out of my slit. Max is grinning at me, his cock hanging proud; He's drooling on my bed from both ends.  I sit down and as soon as I do he knocks me over and he's on top of me again. I'm on my back and he's licking my face and chest.

I grab his sides and hold him still. When I open my mouth to speak, he sticks his tongue in it instantly. I turn my head away laughing and push his face away. "Stay..."

His ears perk up, and he obeys again. I shuffle down a bit, still holding him by his sides, and now I'm underneath his hips with his fat pulsing dick looming over my muzzle. He smells... Musky. Savoury. A little sour. I stare for a second in awe, and little drop of pre lands on my nose. I lick it off. 

It doesn't taste great... 

Well...? 

It's interesting. Acrid, like the way rust smells. I want more anyway. I take a deep breath, hold on to his hips, and crane my neck up to take him into my mouth.

He whines again, but holds still while I close my lips around his length. I take it in slow, savouring the feeling of it sliding along my tongue, very careful not to hurt him with my teeth. When I get as deep as I think I can handle, I feel more precum squirting on the back of my throat.

I think I like the taste, actually.

Max is quivering in my hands now. I start to move my tongue, savouring the feeling of his cock in my muzzle. The flavour. I back off for one second to take a breath, and when I put my mouth on it again I start bobbing my head along it, that drives him over the edge; he loses patience and starts thrusting.

I'm not ready for it. His tip is hitting the back of my throat, his balls are slapping on my chin. Precum is dripping down my chin. His knot is huge now, and he's thrusting so deep that it's bouncing off my cheeks. I grip his butt and hold on; lucky for my throat, he doesn't last long.  He yowls; his muscles flex and he freezes, then the steady stream of pre he's been feeding me turns into thick gouts of cum.

It tastes even better than his pre did.

I do my best to swallow it all, but a lot of it is dripping down my neck. It's getting in my hair. When I think he's done I let go of his hips and lay back, breathing hard as I watch his dick twitch inches away from my nose. There's a strand of cum leading from my mouth to his tip, and it's wobbling and getting longer while I watch him pulse and soften, slowly sliding back into his sheath. He steps off of me, and his cock smacks me on the snout as he turns around to start licking his seed off of my face. I just lay there and let him.

I'm so close, so turned on. my cock is harder than it's ever been in my life. I wipe a little of his cum off my face to use as lube and reach down to start stroking myself. I'm too young to cum for real, but there's a bead of precum drooling my tip; I smear Max's cum togther with it. As I start jacking off, Max notices up immediately presses his snout into my clenched, pumping fist and gives it a lick. When I let go he grinds his tongue onto me, and starts furiously lapping at my little pecker. I yelp and squeal while his tongue assaults me, clutching my damp messy bedsheets, and I dry cum in less than a minute. I writhe while I ride it out, and when I'm done I have to push him away to get him to stop. He keeps coming back for more, so I have to grab my blanket and cover myself to get him to quit it.

"That's... Enough..." My voice is breathy, ragged. He looks offended, and sits. His tip is retreating into his sheath now, still wet and glossy, like a stick of lipstick.

"....Good boy, though." He smiles, and resumes panting.

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It took a bit to get myself back together after that. I had to take a shower really quick, my scales were disgusting with dog cum; there was still a mess of jizz all over the floor in the living room, the hallway, the stairs... I had barely finished wiping it all up as well as I could before my parents got home, and they were really curious why I changed my clothes cause they knew I had already taken a shower before they left. I hoped mom didn't notice the mess on my sheets, but if she did she never said anything.

We got away with it I guess, lucky us. It wasn't the only time we did, did either.