((This one was experimental, and unfinished. I’ll finish it if I get e-mails, but I think I stopped because it’s just not as good as it could be, though it is still awesome ^^. Check me out on F2F for RP!))


The fan overhead was a soft hum behind the occasional crinkle of a rustled paper. The room was otherwise quiet, large, and rather empty. Minimal furniture. A nice white couch, rather geometric in shape, a glass-top coffee table with wrought-iron legs. This was covered with drawn-on graph papers, a tea mug, and a plant. Soft grey carpet that spanned throughout the home, wall-to-wall, until it was met at the floorboards by sheer white curtains that covered tall windows. 
	The room’s sole occupant was a hulking figure on the couch. A red dobermann male sat hunched over the table, one large tan hand sprawling over some architectural scribblings, the other was tucked somewhat under a scruffy chin. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of khaki work shorts that strained around his thick red legs. He seemed stressed; his yellow eyes were tired and straining to see something in the meaningless pile of drawings. His heavy, well-muscled form buckled the soft cushion beneath him. The slouched position of his torso caused the swell of his abdomen to be more obvious over the waistband of his shorts. He was not fat, his whole body was a rust-colored hunk of muscle; but his stomach didn’t taper in. Though there was plenty muscle under the fur, a bit of soft, cuddly padding covered his abs. His neck was an absolute pillar, leading up to a soft jowl and a strong jaw. His arms alone where damn near big enough to make him seem impressive, the sinew bulged and rippled as he shifted the papers. Two triangular spots covered most of his huge chest muscles; the nipple of one was pierced with a thick gold ring. He sighed, a movement that caused the already huge mass of his torso to swell and deflate.  For the past few hours he had been trying to figure out the design for a wrought iron double door to fit over an existing double door of a client. Many drawings had been made-but few of them seemed to even be worth the time he had spent drawing them. He made a few adjustments with the graphite pencil and then gave up; dropping the utensil and flopping back against the cushions of the couch, letting his head fall on the pillows behind him. He closed his burning eyes and let the silence run through him. Maybe if he could just clear his mind…
	Suddenly there was the metallic click of the front lock being undone, and the sound of the door being clumsily slammed. Red opened one eye, and his tall, pointed ears swiveled in the direction of the noise. Padding down the hallway from the corner was a white otter-roo with an athletic shape and a genial smile. He rounded into the living room on large, low-digitigrade feet, and arms full of groceries. He paused as he came through the living room on his way to the kitchen, and looked over at Frederick, who was pretending to be unconscious. “Heya cupcake, I got some stuff at the store on my way home….” The otter squinted his brown eyes and shook his head, walking off to the kitchen to deposit the goods. Red, however, had sat up just in time to watch the otteroo leave. He grinned to himself, and then sat up and reached out for the cup of hours-old tea. He took a cold sip before speaking up.
            “’Ow was work today, treacle?” 
The Dobermann’s voice rumbled through the living room to the kitchen, to Danny’s waiting ears as he divvied up veggies and frozen dinners.
	“Oh, fiiiine. You know the deal. Lots of whining, some sweating, and at least one torn somethingorother.” 
	Red chuckled; a warm, gravely deep sound that originated deep in that barrel of a chest.
	“Have you been slaving away all day over those plans? You’re gonna stare yourself blind. You’re not even wearing your glasses.” Danny shut the freezer door and put the paper bags away. He straightened up and walked into the living room, crossing his shapely arms across a taut, t-shirted chest. Red rubbed a large hand over the grown-out, dark fuzz covering his head and spoke in his low, cockney-tinged voice.
“Yeeah. Oi’ve been tryin’ to get the basis of the construction down, but nuthin’s really pleasin’ me. And if it don’t please me, then Oi know the DuFortes aren’t gonna like it one bit.”
	There was a tiredness in his voice as he talked, his eyes slowly roaming over the fit white body of his ‘flatmate’. Danny new full well how difficult Frederick’s job could be sometimes. He perked up his somewhat rabbit-like ears and shook a finger at the huge male.
“Well, having you in here is a lot better than you slaving all day in that hot house of yours!” 
	Although Frederick was obviously suited for it, Danny was always fussing over the big guy sweating his ass off, forging fences and scrollwork in that ‘big chimney’, as he called it.
“Now Now!”, Red boomed, “ Yew know better than to fuss about my line of work!” He paused and grinned. “It’s good money and Oi enjoy it.” He nodded matter-of-factly and collated the drawings and measurements on the coffee table. Once he had them all piled up together, he rested his elbows on his bare knees and sighed. He was dead tired. Danny padded across the carpet with those big white toes of his and stood between the glass table and Red, who was still bent over with his head hanging down; that long, red and tan nose pointed towards the floor. The otter-kangaroo hybrid reached out and placed one of his hands on each of those huge rust shoulders, fingers kneading into the short, coarse fur. He looked down and softly said his lover’s name. “….Red.”
	Frederick looked up, his xanthous eyes warm and calm. He lifted his thick arms to encircle the hips of his lover, sticking his thumbs through the belt loops in the back and pulling the shorter male closer to him. He butted his head against Danny’s stomach and exhaled slowly as those skilled white furred hands slowly dragged pink finger claws down Red’s bowed back, causing the big canine to melt and sigh a hot breath against his navel. Large tan hands slid up under the white hybrids white tee shirt, rubbing in concentric circles, causing Danny to arch towards Red. He drew his white hands up to that heavy jaw, and lifted the dobie’s head, and knelt down to kiss his muzzle. Red cupped Danny’s firm behind and responded passionately to the kiss, his long tongue slipping into the otter-roo’s small mouth to explore. “My poor baby..”, the white male mused, lowering himself to his knees on the plush carpet between Red’s parted legs. He smiled up at his partner, slipping his hands under the hem of those shorts and rubbing along those bulky thighs. He felt that it was time for some stress relief…
	The dobermann eyed him calmly, his breathing becoming deep and rhythmic as Danny squeezed his length through his shorts, and tongued his piercing, pink organ darting out to encircle rosy flesh and gold metal, causing him to shudder and groan. Red felt a pulse form steadily between his legs, and the fabric of his briefs was rapidly having to stretch around the hot organ. His eyes rolled shut as Danny undid the fly of the shorts and reached in the tight grey briefs to fish out his semi-hard cock; squeezing it and pumping it in his hand, to which Red gladly spread his knees wider. 	
	Red’s thick red organ seemed heavy in Danny’s hand, it was quite long, and much thicker than one would expect, having a large, blunt cockhead, and the most girth in the middle, a throwback to his canine genes. It bobbed and lengthened by the second, and Red placed a warm hand on the thick fur of grinning males white forearm.
	Danny looked up at Red while slowly pumping that long, fat rod in his fist.
“Just how worn out are you?” A wry grin split that white muzzle.
Red just chuckled and ground out, “Not enough.”
	At that the hybrid gladly lowered his head down to take as much of that meat as he could into his muzzle, licking all over the head, and flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive ridges beneath, to which Red fell back against the sofa and pumped his hips up slowly, the movement accompanied by a soft groan. This excited Danny, and his own dick had begun to swell up, hot and straining in his shorts as he lapped up the almost constant stream of pre-fluids the dog had begun to excrete. Even as he did so, he felt that hot dog-cock swell and pulse in his mouth even more! He took another couple of inches of the now slick meat into his mouth and did his best to drive the dobermann mad. Red had gained a good grip on Danny’s arm, and his other hand cradled his soft headfur. His mouth hung open and he could do naught more than pant and groan. 
	Danny had unzipped his fly and had immediate access to his aching member, since he hardly ever wore undies. He gripped his malehood and pumped it madly, rubbing his thumb over the tapered head and twisting his fist around the shaft. Red’s cock was shooting frequent spurts of clear, tangy liquid into the back of the males throat, but, being a canine, this hardly ever meant he was close to completion. Danny redoubled his efforts, and consequently, his lusts for the act, and found himself pumping his organ into his fist, in time with his every move. He arched his white back and his thick, prehensile tail curled around the dobie’s  tan ankle as best it could. He slurped madly on that thick red cock, hungrily downing the fluids that seeped out of it, before pulling away and running his tongue along the inverted ‘v’ of skin on the underside. Red cried out and sent the first shot of milky seed flying over Danny’s shoulder to land who-knows-where. Danny lurched forward shoving Red’s weeping cockhead deeper into his throat, and pumped what he couldn’t manage. He felt it harden in his mouth, even more than it had before, and Red’s thighs shudder on either side of him, the hand that once cradled his head now gripped the edge of the cushion with tenacity. Long white fingers tightened their grip on the tapered base of that shaft, while blunt ivories raked gently across the sensitive flesh of the glans. This ripped a ragged moan from the canine, who was abruptly tossed into a climax. With a low, broken growl, Red shot his hot cream into the back of Danny’s throat, causing him to swallow frantically, drawing his cock out of his mouth and sipping on the head, sucking him dry. Red’s muscular form was wracked with shudders, and when he had finally stopped cumming, he pulled Danny up onto his lap for a kiss, and could taste himself on the hot flesh of the otter-roo’s tongue. Danny had ignored his lusts towards the end of the act, and now, as he straddled Red on the couch, his cock bobbed out of his shorts, red and aching for attention. Red slid his hands up under Danny’s shirt, caressing him with his large, bronze hands before lifting the shirt off of that lithe frame and dropping it to the floor. The white male pressed his chest to Red and massaged his neck, breathing softly to the feel of those muscular arms enveloping him. Red sighed, sliding his hands around to the front of Danny’s firm, tapered waist, pressing his fingertips into that luxurious white fur before pulling the shorts off of his mate completely. Danny ran his hands over Red’s rust and tan pecs before lowering them to his rounded belly, rubbing his hands into the longer hairs that grew there. Red watched his every move with xanthous eyes, eyes that met with Danny’s warm brown ones as the hybrid perched himself with his back to the arm of the couch, long, powerful legs and feet spanning two cushions. Red turned to him and grinned, pulling his shorts and boxerbriefs off in one fell swoop and dropping them to the floor. He pivoted, turning at the waist, and faced Danny, bringing one knee up on the couch, and pressing a hand deep into the white cushions beside a white-furred thigh. The position caused his half-spent cock to fall over his thigh, laying there in a low arc and looking like the impressive piece of meat that it was. Watching the canine come closer, Danny’s torso tightened in a shudder that ran from the base of his skull to the very tip of that thick tail; Red was slowly lowering himself over him, supporting himself on his elbows, the weight causing the cushions to shift under Danny, who reached out to stroke the dobie’s jaw with the back of his fingertips. Rocking forward, Red brought his hips to meet with his lovers, grinding subtly into him at the feel of his hot rod jutting against his stomach. Danny arched into the loving bear of a dog and kissed him, raising an arm to caress the back of Red’s thick neck and bring him in closer. His eyes shut slowly as their tongues intertwined, and he came to respond to Red’s subtle grinding with a languid, rhythmic rocking; His legs were spread apart and bent at the knee on either side of Red’s hips, his formidable tail hung off the side of the couch, and his own hips rose tremulously over and over, to meet with Red’s groin and stir that heavy cock. He broke from the kiss and panted, staring into those bright yellow eyes, and said one word:
“Please...” 
	Red was overcome with the needful expression on his lovers face. He lowered his head to nuzzle the fur of a white throat with his long muzzle before trailing licks and kisses all the way from his collar bone to his nipple, a pink pebble of flesh that jutted out from the fur, where he nibbled softy, causing the hybrid to whimper and arch his body off the arm of the couch; nerves stirring, waking, hungering for attention. Red licked his lips and grinned to himself as he lowered his head, shifting his body further back along the couch, so that he was level with Danny’s cock, a lengthy rod to say the least; his cock was not thick so much as it was long and tapered, with a slight upward curve, and a pointed head, which shone a lurid shade of crimson. Red moved to kiss the crux of groin and thigh, licking lightly under those dark, velvety testicles, and applying his mouth everywhere but where Danny wanted it. He looked up into Danny’s lust shrouded eyes, and began to nibble up his inner thigh from the knee, his canines raking the fur and pulling shudders and whimpers out of the smaller male; he continued this all the way to his hip, which he squeezed and bit, gently, his eyes watching the expressions on his mates face the whole while. “Red…ohh, god Red….please…..”  His white hand rubbed imploringly at the base of Reds cropped ear, his spine taut as a violin string, as he begged the canine for mercy. 
	Red let out a breath, warm on Danny’s thigh, and assented to the otteroo’s plea; but not quickly. He opened his mouth and lapped slowly up the raised tower of flesh, from base to glans, his long, wide tongue-tip cupping around the member. Danny cried out, viewing Red through squinted lashes, as his malehood was tongue bathed. The hybrid was panting, and on edge, Red was still teasingly avoiding taking his dick into his mouth. Through strained whimpers, he pleaded as best he could to his dominant, shaking his head. “Red, Red, pleeeaaase...” He panted and almost lost his breath; “ I can’t...please Red, …do it” The canine let out a pleased groan and acquiesced, taking the whole, pulsating bit into his muzzle and sucking – hard. The force had Danny’s loins stirring, and his balls tightening as he let his head roll back, to hang off the arm of the couch. Red’s canines fit perfectly on either side of Danny’s cock as he slowly slid him into his mouth, then pulled back, tugging forcefully at his cock with his mouth. A few more of these seemingly languid, torrential pulls had Danny’s cock seeping little pearls of precum that were lapped up by that big doggie tongue. Red buried Danny’s flesh in his throat and undulated the full length of the velvety ribbon of flesh along the underside of the imprisoned member. Danny’s every breath was a broken moan that grew in pitch as the seconds passed his cock throbbed, and he would be only so happy when He could loose his semen into his lovers mouth. But cool air enveloped him where Red’s mouth was, and he opened his eyes to see the large male hovering above him. “Turn.” Danny rotated so that he was laying on his side, his back to the dobie, and looked down to see that that long pipe of his was awake once more. Red slid one arm under Danny, a pillow for the white furre to rest his head on, and large tan hand was placed on his hip, dragging him down so that he was laying fully on the cushions on the couch, his body pressed to the dobermann’s by a muscular rust-colored arm. Red kissed the back of Danny’s neck, before taking the otteroo’s cock in his hand and pumping it slowly, milking it, as it were, collecting the drops of precum that seeped out of it onto his fingertips. Danny’s hips gyrated and bucked back into Red’s solid stomach, before he removed his hand from it’s work and placed it under that thick white tail, where it pressed into the tight ring of muscle there. Danny moaned softly and raised one leg, his breath bated, as Red slowly pushed a blunt, slickened fingertip into the puckered rim to the second knuckle, causing a hiss to pull through the teeth of the white male, lungs filling and lifting a lithe white ribcage, bowing the spine and smoothing the soft plain of his stomach. Danny reached down to cup and lift his cock and balls, rubbing them in his hand, and allowing Red more room for entry. Red pushed one thick, hot finger into the confines of flesh, twisting it, coating the fluttering pink walls before pulling it out and joining it with a second, pushing them in a bit rougher this time. Danny cried out and bucked back onto Red’s wide fingers, despite the pain. Red just rested his head at the crux of neck and jaw, and whispered into those long, white ears. “C’mon baby, Oi know you can take it…relax…” The whole time he screwed his fingers deeper and harder inside him, pulling them back out and slipping them back in with three fingers this time, sinews in that well-cut arm rising and twisting; rippling under that short coarse fur. A harsh moan was ripped from that soft white throat, and Danny lifted his knee up higher, gasping and moaning with every twisted push of those fingers, heat emanated from his body, that tight ring fought to close as the thick digits ground past the muscle, slick and strong.
 Suddenly Red stopped, and pulled them out, massaging the tailhole instead, and simultaneously splaying the  hand of the massive arm that cradled the white form against the soft rise of the hip, pressing Danny’s rear to his groin, the heat of his thick cock burning the fur of a white buttock. Danny steeled himself as he felt the cushions shift behind him, and Red’s hand come around to grip his tapered rod. The heat was removed, and was immediately felt searing the sensitive flesh of his anus. Red pressed his upper body flush to Danny’s back, and with one unrelenting thrust from his powerful form, pushed the blunt head of his cock into the hybrid’s sensitive opening. Danny cried out, Red groaned, and they both paused, panting. Slowly, ever so slowly, Red began to push forward, filling every inch of his lover’s insides with a heat and pressure that couldn’t be matched. No matter how many times before this very act had been done, Red was stretching him all over again, his cock expanding inside of his hole, Danny could never prepare himself enough for the feeling, but no matter, because it always consumed him with a raw passion. Danny was still in the arms of his man, Red’s throat was taught, the passage tensing closed with the hitched breaths, the gritted teeth. 
Once fully inside, Red took up a languid rise and fall with his fist that surrounded Danny’s member with friction, and the otteroo just melted in his hold, content to let himself be taken. Wide red hips ground deeply into his mate’s, and a golden muzzle opened to whisper huskily in one tapered ear….
“ Oi love ya so much, sweets.” Danny responded by resting his arm on Red’s larger one, and for the longest time they were nearly still; the only movement was their paired breathing and the slow pump of Red’s hand. But as the time passed by, and the fan hummed over head, Danny’s arousal took hold of him, and he began to pump himself into Red’s fist, the action causing the Dobie’s cock to rock inside of him. That, of course, set the dog off, and he slid his hand down to the base of that pole, simultaneously stimulating his lover, and pulling his rear flush to his loins. Slowly, and steadily, he began to piston himself in and out of that slick entrance; his whole lower torso fueling the motion. A moan was pushed out of Danny with every inward thrust. Red’s pace was kept,  a pause ended every intrusion, punctuated by a ragged groan. However much he wanted to drive his mate mad, he kept it slow; what meant most to him right now was the moment lasting. Danny was so warm, snuggled up against him, rocking his body in time with those powerful thrusts.