Page 31 of Pet Project

Out of boredom, I throw myself down on the couch and yelp as something cold and hard presses on my left asscheek. Leaning over, I dig my hand between the cushions to feel for whatever it was that poked me. My fingers brush against something hard and plastic and I pull it out in triumph.

LUBE!

I don’t know what gods are looking down on me today, but at least now I won’t have to suffer trying to rush through inserting my tail with Jay in the room. The man is like a brother to me. It would be awkward with a capital A for him to watch me fingering my hole.

My tail gets placed on the cushion nest to me as I kneel facing the back of the couch to get a good angle for doing this. Usually in the main changing room, I do thisin a stall so that I don’t make Shiloh nervous or give anyone any ideas. I’m not exactly shy, but I’m not into voyeurism.

Two lubed fingers go in and I have to remind myself that this is just stretching. I’m not looking to get off. I just need to get my tail in so that Jay can help me with my mitts and my hood…

The sound of the door opening has me pausing. Fuck.

“Just give me a minute, Jay. I’m almost ready for you,” I call out as I scissor my fingers faster, trying to get open enough to where I can shove the tail in without worrying about tearing.

“Jay got held up.”

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DONNIE

When Jay finds me in the pet room, he hurries to explain what is going on with Toby and asks me to go explain things to him. The look in Jay’s eyes tells me that there is something really wrong with Toby today, and I have an urgent need to fix it.

“I’ll sit with the kitten,” he says as he pushes me toward my private room. “We stuck him in your room so that you can have this talk without worrying about nebby assholes.”

I turn back to look at Shiloh sprawled out on a beanbag chair in the corner of the room, eyes tracking all of the pups running around.

“I’ve got him,” Jay hisses at me. “Go now before he notices you leaving. He’s fine as long as one of us is here, but he tries to follow if he sees one of us leaving the room. I don’t have the skillset to deal with trying to herd a cat tonight.”

After seeing Shiloh fully embrace being a cat for thelast twenty minutes or so, I can’t help but huff a laugh at the image of Jay trying to wrangle Shiloh. The boy may be skinny, but he is very wiggly and flexible as a kitten.

The smile freezes on my face when I open the door to my changing room and see Toby shove three fingers into his hole and announce that he’s “almost ready” for another man. The front part of my brain realizes that Jay told Toby that he was coming back to help him with his gear. The dumbass primitive lizard brain of mine doesn’t come close to thinking of that.

“Jay got held up,” I say with a growl to my voice. I’ve gone back to that caveman state I was in while helping Shiloh insert his tail. No one but me is going to be putting anything in this man’s ass.

Toby squeals and flails around at the sound of my voice. I barely manage to catch him before he crashes through the coffee table behind him. Propping him back up, I grab the bottle of lube laying on the couch next to him, smirking at the fact that he is using my bottle, and lube up my fingers in anticipation of assisting my pup in the same way I did our kitten earlier.

“Need some help, Pup?”

The needy whine that escapes his throat is replaced by spitting when he slaps his hands over his mouth, including his lube soaked fingers.

Yeah. Regular lube does not taste very good.

“I usually do this part by myself,” he manages to get out after wiping his mouth, face, and hands with the towel I hand him from my bag. “I was waiting on Jay tohelp with my mitts and hood since I can’t do them both by myself.”

Nodding, I slide my slicked up fingers through his crack and lean over him to whisper in his ear. “Are you sure you only want help with those?”

The whine comes out again, but this time Toby just looks at me with the most perfect case of puppy dog eyes I’ve ever come across.

“Words, pup,” I tell him with a little smack to his left asscheek. “Until that hood goes on, I need words from you. Am I giving you your tail or do you want to do it?”

“You,” he manages to whimper and I slide two fingers in easily. Where Shiloh was obviously unaccustomed to anything being inserted, Toby is the opposite. He is relishing every twitch and curl of my fingers as I loosen him up. In no time at all, I’m able to insert a third which causes Toby to howl and collapse against the back of the couch.

“That’s it, pup. Let me in.”

The needy sounds coming from Toby’s throat are most definitely affecting me, but I’m nog going to be taking my own pleasure in this room. That has to wait for the two friends to reconcile. I refuse to come between them.

Leaning around the man in front of me, I see a wet spot forming on the front of his jock, barely visible through the black fabric. With the hand not inserted in his ass, I pull down the fabric and release his dick to the cooler air in the room.

“Please?” Toby whines and those baby blues hit me like a bolt of lightning. “I need…”

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